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Hotel Chaldea Ep. Mata Hari
🕑 Added 2025-09-22 04:09:01 +0000 UTCThe thumping of the music was almost causing your chest to rumble. The drink you were gifted burned on the way down, satisfyingly so, and as you laid back on the velvet plush seat, the show commenced.
The private booth wasn't huge, but it was just about big enough to be comfortable. As you put the glass down on the hardwood surface behind the plush chair, you let out a sigh and relaxed fully, spreading yourself all over the chair.
The curtain that separated the booth was an enchanted one, some sort of spell that kept anyone from coming through or peeking in unless they were authorized, and it also made sure that all the noise from outside remained outside. Even when it parted and let the dancer through, not a peep from the outside came in.
The music lowered as she walked in, and you could just about hear the pitter patter of her naked feet on the ground, though as she made it through the curtain she changed her stride, almost seeming to glide across the small distance between the door and the seat, before almost flowing onto the seat right next to you.
She was Mata Hari, and she was an Assassin. Though she did little in the way of killing, and was more of a spy, she had actually participated in a few missions for your department, as her ability to obtain information from and spy on powerful men was almost unparalleled. She rarely even had to actually get out of her clothes.
Not that said clothes covered much of anything. Transparent orange fabric, darker orange frills, a bra and panties that couldn't pass as clothes anywhere else... she was a radiant beauty, shining like the sun, with a smile that lit up the room, and eyes that seemed like they sparkled. Her hair smelled sweet and fruity.
Her arms swung around your neck, and she rested her cheek on your shoulder, looking up at you with a small smile. "Well hello there," she said, "I know who you are of course, and I think you know me as well... I'm glad to see you didn't forget me, considering how brief our acquaintance was."
The last time you saw her, if you remembered correctly, Ritsuka was wearing her as a mask. "Quite. You're stunning, hard to forget you once I've seen you," you said, relaxing and moving your arm so you could wrap it around her back, while she adjusted her position so she could scoot over your legs and sit on your lap.
She moved up to kiss your cheek, and then nuzzled your neck, giggling a little as she did. "I'm excited, I've heard amazing things you know? I've been curious about you for a long time..."
Planting her butt on your lap, she twisted her hips and then began to roll and gyrate them, using the leverage provided by her arms on your shoulders to start applying pressure on your crotch with her cheeks.
They were quite soft, thick and padded to perfection, she had a body made for enticing men, and it showed, as her every movement oozed eroticism. She slid with flowing motions, letting go of your shoulders, and turned so she sat fully on your lap, her legs together, finding the floor and pushing off of it with her toes, putting her hands on her knees.
With that position she could push her panty clad pussy against your cock through your pants and underwear a lot more efficiently, rubbing back and forth for a moment, before she swung her arms up and behind her head, wrapping them around your neck and linking them behind the back of your head.
Once she was firmly in place, she took in a deep breath and filled her lungs, expanding her chest and making her already generously bountiful bosom stick out even more. Cocking her hips right, cocking her hips left, and repeating again and again, she made her entire body shake, every part of her that could jiggle, jiggling enticingly.
Sucking a breath in through her teeth, she pushed off of your body, standing up on the tips of her toes, hands still raised high in the air, her right hand and left foot ahead, she threw her hips to the left first, then twisted her arms, moving her elbows forward a little and then reversed the momentum of her hips and threw them to the right, spinning herself in place and turning to face you, the loose fabric and beaded cords swinging wildly.
Her hair was caught by a beam of light, though she was hardly sporting an unique hair color, the radiant luster made her brown hair stand out all the same, it was in some ways even more striking than if it was an eyecatchingly bright and unusual color.
At the same time, you caught her face, and saw that her eyes were directing a half lidded stare down at you, the corners of her lips were curled up, and she was biting her lower lip. You followed the target of her gaze, and saw that she was looking at your bulging crotch.
Her scent was filling the room, the power of her pheromones contained in such a tiny space was not to be ignored. Even if the necklace currently resting between your pectorals was blocking all noxious effects and all kinds of other ailments, you weren't fully immune to the hotness of the Mata Hari.
"That looks tight..." she said with a sigh. "How about I loosen up the pressure..?"
She leaned forward, bending at the waist, her arms coming down and meeting right in front of your crotch. Demonstrating the agility and skill proper of an Assassin, she immediately managed to undo the fastenings of your pants, and pulling down the zipper, she reached in to pull your meat rod out.
Her eyes widened perceptibly as she did.
"O-Oh..." she inhaled through her nose. "A strong scent... I do like me a strong, powerful man," she spoke, her tongue escaping her mouth as she licked her lips and then grabbed your cock near the base with both hands, pulling them up and stroking your length with her velvet soft grip.
"The club's no contact, you know?" you pointed out.
She looked up at you, tilted her head and winked. "Not for us," she spoke, pulling her hands all the way up and off your dick. She then stepped forward and put one of her knees right on the seat beside your thigh, then, she lifted the other, and did the same on the other side, closing in until her panty-clad pussy gave a fabric-covered kiss to your dick's tip.
Her left hand came up and over her head, her right, moved forward to caress your cheek, and while in that position, she began to gyrate and shake her hips, rolling her belly and twisting and arching her back, so that she could start rubbing her pussy against your cock with her movements.
A slight sigh and a moan escaped her lips, the music was picking up once more, and you could feel the bassline slowly speeding up to match your rising heart rate.
Her hand on your cheek slid behind your head, and she moved to press your cock against your own stomach, while also shoving her breasts in your face, the music quickening as she began rapidly shaking her upper chest, left and right, and drowning you in the sweet scent of her body and the infinite softness of her titties.
A slight pang of despair struck you as she pulled back, once again demonstrating her agility and dexterity, opening up space, sitting her deliciously thick button on your legs near your knees, and then pulling her knees up to her chest, then moving her feet forward, planting both of them on your face, even tapping your lips with one of her toes, the orange painted nails shiny enough to cause one of the lights to glint off of them.
Before you could really react to her quite literally stepping on your face, she moved again, this time turning around once again, managing to swing her butt up between your stomach and your cock, forcing you to slide a little forward so she had more space, and she used it well, because she opened her legs, dropped them, then closed them again, this time capturing your shaft between her thick, meaty thighs.
Your cock stood out like a pillar between her thick, sun-kissed thighs, shiny with a coat of lotion, and more importantly, slick to the touch and wonderfully pleasurable to be caught in-between.
"O-Oh, that's- an impressive sight, hm? I've danced on a pole before, but," she let out a melodic laugh, "this is a different experience alright!"
In that same breath, she began moving and pumping her hips, rubbing your cock with her inner thighs, with tremendous pressure and incredible heat, all made wet and slick. She let out a little moan as she slid a little forward and you felt her soaking wet panties slide along your shaft.
"Ohh, it's so hot, between my thighs..! It feels incredible, hmmm...!"
Her moans started to rise in pitch and frequency, and you found yourself gripping the seat harder in order to not lose it, but there was no point as it was simply impossible, she just crushed your cock's resistance with her thighs, increasing the pressure and the pace of her movement all the way until she kicked you over the edge.
Each thrust upward of her hips burst with exuberance, her skin was almost shining, and her smile was as radiant as the sun, and most important of all, with a cry of happiness she came all over herself and you, ruining her outfit's panties and joining you just in time as semen exploded all over the place.
Your cum came out like a geyser and shot up high, and Mata Hari raised both hands and continued thrusting and pumping and shaking and gyrating and shaking and moving some more, to ensure she drained your balls of everything they had, delighting in the raining cum as if it were a tribute of gold and praise to her being.
Finally, after she gave herself a thick white covering, a thorough glazing, it seemed like she was satisfied, because she relaxed and let herself fall back on top of you, sighing pleasantly as she did, and though you had almost forgotten it, the music was winding down as well.
"May I bring you a drink?" she asked. "I've got to go change so we can start the second dance."
"Please," you said, "I'll need some fluid to refill after you drained me dry."
She laughed. The night was young, and you had plenty more time with the sexy former spy before it was time to meet the target... if you remembered what you were at the club for when the time came, you'd be getting everything you needed and then some with Mata Hari's aid.
Comments
Zeromaru2
Hell yeah. About time Mata Hari got some love
