Andie smiled at the message she had just received and was now starting to feel pretty turned on. Knowing her fiancé wanted to hear about it all always made these rare experiences sexier. Dean lifted his ass from the stool to push his own phone back into his pocket then looked at Andie.

"Done?" he asked.

Andie nodded.

"Alright, take that bottle upstairs. We wouldn't want to waste fine champagne now would we?" Dean said with a wink, grabbing the two flutes.

The bartender caught their attention before they went and held out the bill for Dean to sign, but Andie was having none of that. She was about to hand over all control to Dean, this was at least one last thing she could control. She intercepted Dean and quickly scribbled her signature and room number on the bill.

"Feeling flush?" Dean asked.

"In more ways than one," she quipped right back at him.

"Oh man," Dean grinned, then they made their way to the lift.

Andie pressed the number for her floor and Dean didn't question it; he had always been the frugal sort and even though he'd pushed the envelope to this standard of hotel, there was no way he would have paid for the suite Andie had booked.

"You excited?" Dean asked when they got in there.

"You bet, but a little nervous. I can't lie."

"That's exactly how I like my women."

Dean gave a sinister smile then let Andie stew in the lift. Her mind raced with thoughts of what he might do to her tonight. Having had a few drinks they would have both lost any inhibitions they might have. He could take more drink than her but still, he'd probably been drinking all night whilst watching the wrestling.

"So for a safe word, I was thinking 'prosecco'," Andie said as they reached the door to her suite.

"You've chosen that to rib me, haven't you? But yeah, 'prosecco' works," Dean said with an affable chuckle and shrug of his shoulders.

When they got into Andie's room that same affable mood seemed to completely disappear, as she knew it would.

"Put the ice bucket down," Dean ordered unnecessarily.

It was a small thing, but Andie missed those kinds of petty commands. Her fiancé was good at it, but only when he spanked her.

"And take that smirk off your face," he said through gritted teeth after slamming the glasses down next to the bucket.

He then lunged forward and grabbed Andie's face.

"Do you think this is funny?"

He was really close to her and even in her heels Andie still didn't quite reach his height so he could easily stare her down.

"Bitch, I asked you a question," he said, shaking her face.

She loved being called names. Her fiancé knew this, but he was too a nice a guy to bring himself to call her something that degrading.

"A little bit," she replied, not being able to stop herself from pushing him.

"Only a little bit?" he repeated her.

He then moved his hand down her neck to grab her forcibly around her throat.

"Take all of this shit off. Then we will see how funny you find this when you're naked and vulnerable."

He had now pushed her against the doors of the built in wardrobe, which made it creak loudly. Andie struggled to undress with his hand gripping tightly around her neck and his body so close to hers he was almost pressed against her, she guessed that was his intention. When she eventually took off all of her top layers and exposed her breasts to him, she couldn't go any further.

"What about my pants and shoes? I can't bend down to take them off."

"It's okay, they can wait, I like this look," Dean answered.

Dean trailed his free hand between her breasts which were now heaving with Andie's quickening breaths. He cruelly took a nipple between his finger and thumb and pulled on it, he twisted it hard, drawing a cry from her, then smacked the side of her breast sharply when she made the sound.

"Pussy. I don't remember you being such a pussy when I last fucked you. You're gonna take some more titty slapping and you are going to shut the fuck up."

Andie winced, readying herself for the blows. She was glad he had his hand round her throat, pressing down on her windpipe, because it helped to control the sounds of pain she wanted to make as he slapped her breasts all over. He didn't stop until she began to kick against the wardrobe in her heavy heeled boots.

"Aw was that too much?" he said mockingly, "I can help with that."

"Here, cool down," he said and suddenly grabbed the ice bucket, took the bottle out of it and tipped the contents over her red and stinging chest.

Andie yelled loudly. Rose tinted glasses had allowed her to forget how creatively sadistic he could be.

"People are gonna hear us," she panted after recovering from the shock of the contrasting temperature.

"You wish," Dean said, then abruptly grabbed her by her hair and tossed her to the bed.

Andie went to climb onto the bed, but Dean stopped her.

"Nah ah, I want you right here, on your knees."

He shoved her in the thigh with his boot and backed her against the bed so that as she knelt, her feet and butt pressed against the side of the bed.

"That's it," he said.

He then wrapped his fist in her hair and rubbed his groin into her face. He was still completely clothed and the roughness of his jeans rubbed her lips and her sore chest uncomfortably. But feeling that he was rock hard didn't make it all so bad.

"Can you feel what you've done? I know you can't talk so don't even try, just try to nod instead."

He laughed when Andie strained to nod her head against his strong grip.

"You're so good at following instructions. Here's another, when I'm done having fun stopping you breathing I'm gonna make you suck my dick and the only air you get will be when I decide to give you some. This time I'm gonna let you try to kiss my cock to show me you understand. I want to feel your lips pucker."

The situation was ridiculous and Andie wasn't sure why she loved being made to do the most humiliating things, she just did, so she complied and was almost sad when Dean gave her breath back on successful kissing.

"Good, now enjoy oxygen while you have it."

He made short work of unbuckling his belt and pulling down his jeans just enough to expose his thick, heavy cock. It was as glorious as she remembered it. Every pulsing vein and the smooth head was perfect to Andie. Her mouth was even salivating at the thought of taking him into her mouth once again.

"Hungry, aren't we? You're such a lucky girl, I've got so much for you to eat. Now open your dirty fucking mouth."

Andie obeyed and Dean immediately filled her mouth, he pushed in gently at first, clearly to tease himself as Andie could see his eyes rolling back into his head as he took things slowly. He made an animalistic grunt when he pushed far enough to touch the back of her throat. Andie's mouth was already beginning to ache, having become unused to not controlling a blow job herself.

"Don't you stop. Don't you dare fucking stop. For that, I'm gonna make sure you can't breathe for at least a few minutes."

Andie hadn't realised she had hesitated that much until then. He then entered her mouth again and held his hand in her hair, pushing hard onto the back of her head. When she struggled against him, he entwined both of his hands onto the back of her head, maintaining a firmer grip on her.

"Oh no you don't, I'd rather you suffocate than dare disobey me."

After some time in which Andie truly feared she might pass out he finally let go.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it? Now you can suck my dick like a good girl, without me having to fucking force you."

He cuffed her around the back of her head, making her lips bob against his swollen cock. She took a moment to observe how slippery and wet his cock was from her saliva. It was filthy and luridly hot. She took his cock into her hand and held it at the base by his balls, then slowly moved her tongued over the slit of his cock.

"Jesus Christ," he moaned above her and feeling empowered by this she continued.

Now and then she would push her tongue into the slit, encouraging more pre-cum to slip out. She interspersed this with long, deliberately slow licks along his shaft and only rarely took him into her mouth to rapidly suck on his cock and take him as far into her mouth as she could. Soon, he could not handle anymore.

"Don't stop," he panted, putting his hand onto the back of her head when she went to remove her mouth from around his cock. It took only a few, quick rapid thrusts for him to come down her throat. She immediately swallowed and Dean whimpered when she went to clean up his cock with her tongue.

"Don't. It's sensitive," he laughed.

Andie laughed back and pressed her forehead against his thigh, enjoying this more 'human' side of him.

"Can I have my turn now?" she asked, looking up at him with the best pleading eyes she could make.

"Yes, that was just the beginning. We are going all night. I am going to make you come multiple times."

"You say that like it's a threat."

"Oh it is," Dean grinned.

He then threw off his jacket and completely stripped off all of his clothes, not caring where they landed as he discarded them.

"I think I'm almost recovered," he said as he turned to her fully naked and sure enough his cock which had softened was starting to look ready again.

"How do you do it?" Andie said with begrudging admiration.

"I don't do anything, you do all the hard work. Now take off everything else and pass me your panties."

"Why?"

"Don't ask, just do it," he said.

Andie spent another short moment admiring his naked body in its splendour. She had been wrong about the Michelangelo analogy earlier, Michelangelo could eat his fucking heart out, Deans body was something only God could have put on this earth. She tossed her panties to him, the light fabric of which was much heavier now the juices of her arousal had pooled in them.

"Oh my god I forgot how much you love this," Dean said as he stared at them in wonderment, then held them to his nose for a minute in which he looked as if he was experiencing bliss.

"Take a good smell of your wet fucking pussy too," he said when he was done and brought them to Andie's face, smearing her with her own juices.

"God!" Andie yelled at him, irritably, and pushed his hand away.

He was the only sexual partner she had ever had who could simultaneously disgust her and make her horny as fuck.

"Get on the bed," he then ordered.

"On all fours," he added when Andie scrambled up onto the bed.

He then pulled her ankles, dragging her to the edge of the bed and did something completely unexpected. He pushed down onto Andie's back, making her arch and stick her ass out, then once she was in the correct position, he took a hold of both of her thighs firmly and dragged his tongue greedily over her pussy. Andie gasped at the invasion, his tongue setting alight all the super sensitive nerve endings of her swollen pussy.

"What are you doing?" Andie asked.

"You know what I'm doing, I want to taste you."

He then buried his mouth back into the folds of her pussy. There was no technique, he was just devouring her and his eagerness probably made it some of the best oral sex she'd ever received. She started to ride his face, pushing against him so she could force his tongue to bump against her clit, but he slapped her ass in response and raked his fingers over the area he had just slapped. Andie reached back to hold his head in place when she felt herself reaching orgasm and he dug his fingers painfully into her sides, but Andie didn't care, the pain actually enhanced the experience and she came against his face. He gently bit one of her swollen lips as she did, reminding her who was really in control here. She had a few moments to recover before Dean flipped her onto her back, straddled her and rolled a condom onto his cock.

"I'm so glad you came prepared," he grinned down at her and Andie let out a laugh that he had known exactly where to look in her purse for a condom.

He had the memory of an elephant. As a creature of habit she always had the same wallet, she just bought a newer version when the old one tired out and always kept a condom or two in the same zip compartment. Dean then took a hold of her wrists, held them above her head in one of his hands and took her smoothly, her pussy giving little resistance. Andie screamed at how sensitive she was after having just came and now taking the entirety of him inside her, balls deep. He thrust in and out of her quick and hard a few times before lowering his face to hers to kiss her, Andie could smell her strong scent on him and he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

"How do you taste?" he asked her, pausing and resting his throbbing cock within her to wait for a response.

"Dirty," Andie responded.

"That's a good answer."

He kissed her again, another wet, slippery kiss which overwhelmed Andie's sense of taste and smell, but he soon ended it to get back to pummelling her. He let go of her wrists to place a hand on her face and push it forcibly into the bed, constricting her breathing again. Andie almost felt ready to come again.

"Put your hand round my throat," Andie said.

"I can do better than that," Dean replied and hastily withdrew from her.

Andie caught a glimpse of his gleaming cock before he threw himself, face up, on to bed, he pulled her on top of him and it was clear what he wanted. Andie lowered herself agonisingly slowly on top of him. He groaned loudly beneath her as she rose up slightly to begin to fuck him, but then he clasped his hand round her throat as she'd asked him to and he clapped the other over her mouth. Dean did all the fucking then, rendering her body completely limp like a dolls as he bounced her up and down on his cock.

"Yes, that's it," he said as Andie's body shook helplessly with another orgasm.

She opened her eyes once she'd rode the wave to look at Deans face. His eyes were tightly screwed shut and he was too was coming again, only he pinched her nostrils too to help him along. A part of Andie feared that he might cause her to asphyxiate but he seemed to let go just in time, just before it started to get too much for her. She rested her head briefly on his sticky chest and relaxed a little, letting her body reach its normal resting state, along with his. Then she flung herself onto the bed and lay next to him.

"Did you like that?" she said after a few moments in which neither said a thing and stroked her hand up his clammy thigh to his cock which was no longer standing to attention.

She knew it was a stupid question but she liked hearing her partners say they had nevertheless. He laughed.

"Fuck yeah, but I can't go again, leave the little man alone."

Andie sniggered then rolled onto her front to come face to face with him.

"You know, you're not as crazy as I remember," she said, teasingly.

His eyes widened and he raised his hand lazily to slap her which Andie flinched at but the blow never came.

"Nah, I've calmed down. A lot. I'm getting too old for this shit. But if I didn't hit you enough, we can arrange to do this again and there will be plenty more hitting."

"No, I liked it. The ice bucket was inspired. But now I'm very sore. I'm talking about my pussy and my boobs."

Dean sighed exaggeratedly.

"You're such a whino. There's always a problem with you. But thankfully this is the most expensive fucking hotel in the world and I'm sure I can find some fancy magic lotion for you."

"You're such a gent."

"Ah it's an excuse for me to touch your titties. But after this play time is over. I'm going back to my room and you're gonna stay in here."

For somebody who claimed to be too old Dean sprung from the bed in quite a sprightly way, made his way to the bathroom and quickly returned with a bottle of the freebie body lotion nice hotels always supplied.

"This will be cold," Dean warned before he squirted a good sized dollop onto Andie's chest.

She screeched at the sudden cold.

"Fuck! I thought you were gonna rub me better, not deep freeze me again!"

"All in good time," he responded and lowered his eyes to stare at her breasts as if they were mesmerising.

He slowly rubbed in the cream and Andie couldn't deny that his firm, yet slow and languid rubs were soothing. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation of his big hands massaging her breasts and now and then her nipples sliding between his fingers. Andie could feel herself slipping into a sex induced coma, but she didn't do anything to try to fight it.


Next thing Andie knew she'd woken up fairly early for a day off. Her phone that had somehow ended up on the bedside table read 07:13. Underneath it she noticed there was a piece of the hotels stationary which had a number and note scribbled on it:

That's the best rough sex I've had in a long time. Hope you don't mind me moving your phone, wanted to make sure you saw my note.

I know I said this was a 'last hurrah', but ring me when you can hook up again.

Andie added the number to her contacts then wasted no time in ringing her Fiancé to give him all the dirty details.