Erotic fiction inspired by Briana in “Black Lingerie”
An overnight stay in Latvia for business turned into one of the best nights of my life. The meeting was a failure, the company I’d come to see had no interest in my company’s product, nor in entertaining me for the evening, and I wound up in the guesthouse bar sipping whiskey alone.
The place was empty, just me and the barmaid, a foxy blonde in black. I sat and drank while she idly cleaned glasses at the other end of the bar. I must have sat there for an hour, watching the girl, the drinks and the door, but nothing happened. No one came in or went out, no staff came through – it was like the hotel was in some kind of ghostly limbo, floating in a fantasy realm outside of reality.
I nursed my drink.
And then the barmaid was in front of me, pouring me another although I hadn’t asked for it.
“On the house,” she said, and poured herself one.
“Thanks,” I said. “Is it always this busy in here?” My voice cracked after so long sat in silence.
She looked at me with an intense stare for a few seconds. “You are the first customer we have had here this week. This is the first conversation I have had during work since last Wednesday.”
She kept looking at me, staring straight into my face, holding my gaze as I raised my glass and took another sip. There was no mistaking what that look meant.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Briana,” she said, taking a sip of her own drink.
“I know what your name is,” she said. “You are the only guest in the hotel. Your name is Carl. You are here for one night only. Tomorrow you will leave early and catch a flight back to the United States and you won’t come back.”
I put down my drink and smiled, nodding.
“So what are you going to do with the rest of your night, Carl from America?” she asked. “Will you sit here and drink until you cannot stand? Will you go out and try to find some fun? Or will you take me to your room and eat my pussy?”
It came as such a surprise that I couldn’t think of a thing to say. Briana reached for my hand and placed it on her breast. Then she lifted it to her mouth and sucked on my fingertip, her intense stare holding my gaze.
Without another word, she stepped out from behind the bar and walked to the front door, locked it, and sauntered towards the elevator.
“What are you waiting for, Mr Businessman?” she said, turning to look at me sitting there dumbstruck. When she slid her dress off her shoulders and stood with her back to me in black bra, panties, stockings and heels, I got up off my chair, necked my drink and moved quickly.
The elevator door opened and we stepped inside, Briana carrying her dress. When the door closed, she hit the button for my floor and I reached for her but she pushed me back.
“No. Not in here. Wait,” she said. I stepped back and looked at her. She stood watching the door, waiting.
It opened and she stepped out without looking back at me, leading me to my room. She waited at the door for me and I fumbled with the key card. I opened the door and let her in first and she headed for the bed.
“Undress,” she said, then climbed up onto the bed, kneeling and watching me. She took off her bra as I undressed, toying with her small breasts, then rubbed her hand over her panties. I was hard in my pants and eager to free my dick, but I worked slowly, watching this gorgeous girl as she stripped for me. She turned onto all fours, pulling her panties around on her pussy, slipping them down over her ass cheeks.
Her pussy was hairy, with fine, light brown pubes spreading out around her pink lips. She lay back on the bed and began to stroke her slit, eyes on me.
“You will eat my pussy, Carl, and then you will fuck me. Make me cum, Carl, and I will suck your cock.”
As she spoke, she pushed two fingers inside herself. It wasn’t just me she was turning on…
I was naked now, my dick jutting out in front of me, rock hard. I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her thighs, bending down low until my mouth was right in front of her pussy. Her pubes tickled my face and she took her fingers out of her hole and offered them to me. I tasted her juices, a strong, sweet tang.
Briana hooked her legs over my shoulders and I dragged my tongue flat across her hole and clit, catching pubes in my mouth. She was wet and spread open, no need for me to tease her. Her forthright attitude made me act the same, no need to hold back – she wanted an orgasm, and I wanted to make it happen. I probed her hairy hole with my tongue, seeing how far I could get it inside her.
“Fuck my pussy with your tongue,” she gasped, grabbing my head. Her pubes scratched my nose, filling my nostrils with her musky scent. I pulled back to get some air, sucking on her clit, rubbing my tongue over it, her pubic hair catching in my teeth.
“Suck my pussy, tongue me, no hands!” she demanded.
“Okay,” I said. “Get up on your hands and knees and I’ll tongue fuck you good.”
She rolled over and rose up onto her hands and knees, looking at me over her shoulder, and for a moment I just stared, marveling at the sight of that hairy beaver, pink lips glistening inside the nest, fine little ass up. Then I dived right in, my hands gripping her ass, pulling her open, my tongue pushing in and out of her, fucking her with it, good and hard. My nose pressed onto her asshole, my chin tickled by her pubes, my ears burning with the sound of her moans.
I fucked her like this until my lips were sore from rasping them against her pubes and my tongue ached from being stuck inside her so long.
"I’ll fuck your pussy, and you’ll suck my cock, is that how it goes?” I asked, getting up and sliding in behind her.
“Yes, you make me cum with your cock and I will suck you dry,” she said, a hand on her ass, her intense stare on me again.
“I’ll make you cum, and then I want to fuck your mouth,” I said, pushing my cock into her. She was so wet and warm, and so tight – it felt incredible and I nearly came right then just thinking about how good it felt and how much I loved squeezing her tight little ass cheeks in my hands.
I had to pull out and stroke her silky pubes a while just to get my mind straight. Then I was back in and I found my rhythm, fucking Briana steadily, listening to her moan, loving the way she reached back with one hand to pull her ass open.
“Yes, fuck me!” she moaned. “You fuck me!” This was it, she was on the verge. I slapped her ass hard.
“I fuck you!” I shouted.
“You fuck me, fuck me, fuck me–” and then she made a high pitched, squealing noise and began to slam her slim little body back against me with every thrust, cumming hard. If she had kept that up for a minute longer, I would have unloaded into her, and I nearly asked her to keep it up because it was amazing. She had no concern for me though, she just wanted to use my cock for her own pleasure, and her pleasure came through hard, fast pounding.
Then she slid off me and lay on the bed face down, breathing hard. When she rolled over, she had a smile on her face, a look of total satisfaction.
“Now you can fuck my mouth, Mr Businessman.”
She sat up on the bed, leaning back against the wall and I knelt over her body, pushing my cock into her mouth. I thrust in deep as she played with my balls and reached back with her other hand to dig her nails into my ass. She was incredible, taking me all the way in, the tip of my cock feeling the tightness of her throat with each thrust.
But I couldn’t see her pretty face, and I wanted to feel that intense stare on me once more. So I pulled out of her and said, “Finger your pussy.”
She did as she was told, smiling. I watched as she stroked her clit and sunk two fingers inside her slippery slit, kneeling close, jerking myself off over her cunt.
“Finish me,” I said, and she reached for my shaft. Her pumping fist brought me off and I shot all over her hairy pussy, my cum spraying her bush.
I collapsed onto the bed beside her and fell asleep with my hand on her pussy, fingers entwined in her sticky pubes.
When I awoke, she was gone. When I went down to reception to check out, she wasn’t there. I never saw her again; but I’ll never forget her.
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