Pervert for Life

I followed behind her as she led the way out of the alley.

At the same time, I continued teasing her using the invisible cock.

Every step she took forced the thick shaft deeper into her wet hole, the head grinding against the most sensitive spot deep inside her with a wet, obscene slide.

Her thighs pressed together tightly, trying to hide the way her hips kept twitching as she walked.

The squelching grew quieter once we reached the street, but if one listened closely, they’d still be able to hear the wet filthy sound that was muffled by the noisy mix of people chatting and vehicles.

Elena’s face stayed flushed the entire way as sweat beaded at her temples and her breathing stayed uneven.

She kept glancing over her shoulder at me like she was afraid I might change my mind and leave her to suffer in public.

Thankfully, the hotel came into view after a few more seconds of walking.

It was a sleek three-storey building tucked between a closed bakery and a quiet side street.

The exterior looked sharp and modern, pale glass panels and clean dark metal framing, the illuminated sign above the entrance glowing with clear white lettering.

A few cars sat neatly in the small parking lot.

The lobby windows reflected the afternoon light, making it hard to see inside until we stepped through the automatic doors.

Cool air washed over us the moment we entered.

The lobby was bright and stylish.

It was filled with polished dark floor tiles, a few carefully placed green plants, and a long front desk that seemed to be made of smooth black stone with a young male receptionist looking up from his screen.

Behind him, a short hallway led to the elevators.

Glancing around I took in the sight of the hotel.

It looked wonderful and cozy.

Two older women sat on a modern grey couch near the window, chatting quietly while sipping from paper cups.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man in a work uniform stood near the vending machine.

The moment we stepped in, everyone’s gazes was attracted to us.

After all, it was strange seeing an older woman with a boy this young, especially not at a hotel.

The receptionist’s eyes moved from Elena’s flushed face to me, then back again.

Elena took a deep breath to steel her composure as she walked up to the desk with careful steps.

I decided to give her a moment of rest, and decreased the movements of the invisible cock inside her, ensuring that no wet, sloppy sounds could be heard as she walked.

Still, I was slowly fucking her pussy through her movements.

Elena finally reached the receptionist and she quickly said in a light tone.

"One room, please."

"For a few hours."

The receptionist raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment.

Instead he tapped at the computer then asked.

"Double or single?"

"Single is fine."

Elena quickly pulled out a card from her purse and paid.

The soft beep of the machine sounded loud in the quiet lobby.

I noticed the two women on the couch leaning closer to each other, whispering.

One of them glanced at Elena’s legs again, then at me, her expression a mix of curiosity and mild judgment.

The man by the vending machine made no effort to hide his stare.

Elena had a curvy body which wasn’t hidden in the slightest despite the long, black overcoat she wore.

All it did was accentuate her curvy and elegant figure, making her seem more alluring.

Elena’s fingers trembled slightly as she took the key card.

The receptionist looked up and furrowed his brows slightly before asking:

"Is everything alright, ma’am?"

"Yes," Elena replied hastily, then forced a smile and added.

"Just... a long day."

"Alright ma, I hope you have a good time." The receptionist glanced briefly in my direction then said to her with a smile.

Elena’s face gained an even deeper shade of red as she thanked the receptionist before dragging me by the hand along with her.

She could feel the weight of the stares from the crowd as she hurried towards the elevators nearby.

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding and we stepped inside.

The moment the doors closed, Elena’s shoulders slumped.

All the composure from before had shattered completely.

She braced one hand against the wall, her legs pressed tightly together as she felt her knees weakened considerably.

I took advantage and quickly increased the pace of the cock moving inside her wet cunt once more.

The soft squelching was clearer in the enclosed space.

I leaned against the opposite wall and watched her.

Her eyes met mine for a second, and she lowered her gaze almost instantly.

She was sure I’d guessed what was making that sound by now.

And she couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was going through my mind.

She wondered if I view her as a slut.

The elevator climbed slowly while the instructor was lost in thoughts.

I cleared my throat, causing Elena to flinch slightly, but she still didn’t turn to look in my direction.

This was the longest, most mortifying elevator ride she had taken, and she could only pray it ends as soon as possible.

I on the other hand, was completely relaxed.

I simply adjusted the rhythm of the invisible cock inside her pussy, making the thrusts a little longer, a little slower, and dragging the thick head against her walls on every pull-out before slamming back in.

Elena’s free hand curled into a fist against her thigh as her breathing turned shallow.

A thin sheen of sweat appeared on her collarbone.

When the doors finally opened on the third floor, she almost stumbled out.

The hallway was quiet and modern.

There were soft grey carpet under our feet, and numbered doors stretching down both sides with clean silver handles.

Elena quickly glanced around and spotted the room number.

Hurrying towards the location, she fumbled with the key card a couple of times before the lock clicked open and she stepped inside.

I followed behind her, walking at a calm, even pace, while controlling everything from behind the scenes.

The room was clean and contemporary.

One large bed with crisp white sheets lay cleanly ahead.

Beside it was a small desk of dark wood, a chair, and a wide window covered by half-drawn blinds that let in a soft strip of the evening light.

The air smelled faintly of fresh linen and light citrus cleaner.

The moment I entered, Elena rushed and closed the door behind us and locked it with a sharp click.

The moment the door was locked, the last of her composure cracked.

Elena turned to face me slowly, her chest rising and falling hard.

Her face was still burning, and her eyes were glassy with pleasure as she stared at me.

"Lucas... help your instructor out okay?" Elena’s voice was shaky as she said in a light tone.

I glanced at her in confusion, pretending to wonder what she was talking about.

Elena bit her lips and finally said.

"I’m sure you know where the sound you heard is coming from."

She glanced down, then slowly, hooked her thumb underneath her skirt.

Her pale purple panties slid off her slender legs, and her sticky wetness had formed a patch at the area where her crotch was covered.