Please - Don't Make Me Do It - Final Part Thr - Relatos Eróticos

Please - Don't Make Me Do It - Final Part Thr

The stranger turns up at her hotel and forces anal. Her revenge on hubby takes place.CHAPTER FIVEShe wore her pretty pale yellow silk nightie with a delicate Japanese flower design, with a silken over robe, caught at the neck and waist. Her mind was still very active and she reviewed the last details she had completed before leaving her home. She mentally checked her every action and it seemed foolproof.She smiled at herself in her mirror, satisfied with her handiwork, and tuned the radio to a classical program. She sat at her dressing table, humming to the soft background music and prepared to remove her make-upShe jumped, almost fell off her stool as there was a knock at her door. Her heart beat faster, her face flushed … could it be … no it would just be an hotel employee with ..She was at the door asking who was there. Through the door came a soft response “Alan. Please let me in”.“No, no, please go away I’ve changed my mind. Please go away. Please.”“I have champagne my lovely lady. Please let me share it with you and I will leave right away. If you don’t let me in I shall beat on the door and make a commotion. You wouldn’t want that would you? Please, please let me in I won’t hurt you and I just want to say thank you for the train journey.”Carol’s heart was pounding, her senses telling her to call the desk and have the man removed .. but he would have the paper with her room number and the desk clerk would remember her giving it to him. Oh god why did she do it? It ...

... would be a public humiliation.“If I let you in do you promise to behave and leave when we’ve opened the champagne?” she whispered at the door.“Yes, yes I promise as an ex Boy Scout to leave as soon as you tell me.”Carol hesitated then unfastened the door chain, twisted the door handle and nervously inched the door open. She peeped out and saw before her a slim, dark suited man, perhaps late 50’s in age, perfectly white hair, a bronzed handsome face with an engaging smile. Held high on his chest was a bottle of Moet Champagne . He stood there one hand by his throat holding the neck of the bottle, the other supporting its base, making no effort to enter.“May I come in?” he gently asked.“I ... I ... er … well yes then” and she opened the door to him.As he entered her telephone gave its soft burble of sound. He hand flew to her mouth. “Oh god what now” she wondered.Picking it up, she heard Bernard’s voice. “Hello Darling. Are you OK ? Did you have a nice evening with Janet? How was the show?”Her face flushed, she could feel the heat down to her breasts. She turned her head on the man and walked into her bedroom. Closing the door she put excitement and pleasure into her voice as she told Bernard of her evening. At last he rang off. “Yes” she thought “now you’ve checked I‘m in town and in my hotel room, you’ll get off your mobile and take that trollop to my bed.” Her eyes prickled at his betrayal, and she swallowed, taking deep breaths to calm herself. She lay face down on her bed, ...