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minutes later she got off the bed. He heard her cross the floor, and then the sound of a bar fridge door opening. Ryan thought he might catch a glimpse of her in the light, but no light came on. The sound of a plastic container opening, something removed, then she returned to the bed making sucking noises.
    A moment later his semi-erect cock was taken into her mouth and he flinched in surprise.
    Her lips and tongue were freezing cold from the ice cubes she had been sucking. The sensation on his sensitive flesh was unusual, but far from unpleasant. It was different and it was exciting.
    She worked his dick in and out of her mouth in a steady motion, every so often running her tongue down his shaft and licking his balls. Her mouth had returned to normal temperature now and it felt so fucking good on his dick. M concentrated on the head and sucked it hard, then harder still. Ryan could feel her literally sucking the cum out of his sack. With little warning it surged up his shaft and spurted into her mouth. She swallowed some and let the excess dribble down his cock as he continued to fill her mouth.
    It seemed like he had an endless stream of cum. Somehow he ejaculated more than he had the first time tonight. Maybe it was the way she milked him? Or maybe it was the initial effect of the ice? Either way he didn’t care. He was more than happy to explode down her throat, and M seemed more than content to accept his sticky offering.
    Finally his balls were completely empty and he gasped with pleasure and sexual contentment.
    “That was so good,” he told her. “Thank you.”
    She lay down beside him and kissed him. “My pleasure, sexy.”
    Ryan was so relaxed he felt suddenly very sleepy. In no time he drifted off into a deep slumber with M’s face nuzzled into his neck.
    *  *  *
    He awoke to daylight creeping in around the edges of the blackout curtains. Still drowsy, he felt the bed beside him. It was empty.
    Ryan sat bolt upright, suddenly wide awake, and looked all around in the dim light.
    M was nowhere to be seen.
    He searched the small bathroom. Not in there. Getting dressed quickly, Ryan stepped outside into bright morning sunlight. He squinted against the sudden harsh glare and waited for his eyes to adjust. When they had he scanned the car park. Nothing.
    In the manager’s office he found a short, balding middle-aged man sitting behind a desk watching sport on cable TV.
    “The woman from Room One,” Ryan said. “Where is she?”
    The man didn’t take his eyes from the screen. “How the hell should I know? Gone home probably.”
    “What name did she book under?” Ryan wanted to know.
    The man shrugged and shook his head. “No name. No details. She paid cash up front and I don’t ask no questions.”
    “Fuck!” Ryan spat and went back outside. “Damn it.”
    Feeling frustrated and somewhat deflated that he’d failed to discover her identity, Ryan got into his BMW and headed for home. As he drove he thought about last night and wondered if he’d ever see her again.
    Who the hell was M?
     
     
    THE END
     
    Taken from the book:
    Hot and Steamy: Sizzling Sex Stories
     
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    Sex Stalker 2: Exposed
     
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    Tales Of Lust And Desire
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    Exotic Erotica
    Sex On Fire
    Sizzling Erotica
    Six Sexy Stories
     
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    Steamy Sex Stories
    Sex That Sizzles
    Erotic Fantasies
    Lust
    Sensual Pleasures
     
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    Super Sexy Stories
    Vivid Sex Stories
     
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