Carlos shuffled through the hotel lobby, each step slow and deliberate, the weight of the long day pulling at his limbs. He moved toward the front desk, the hum of distant conversations and clink of glass fading into the background.
"Hi, I have a reservation under Carlos Salinas for this week," he muttered, his voice low as he leaned slightly on the counter, eyes half-lidded.
Jenna, behind the desk, nodded, her fingers moving quickly across the keyboard. "I just need a credit card and a copy of your license."
Carlos fished his worn leather wallet out of his back pocket and handed over the requested items without a word.
After tapping away at her computer, Jenna looked up with a playful glint in her eye. "Everything seems to be in order, Mr. Salinas. Here are your room keys." She slid two room keys across the counter, her gaze lingering for just a second too long. Accustomed to such attentionāCarlos simply nodded.
The smooth hum of jazz filled the elevator as Carlos leaned against the mirrored wall, eyes closed briefly as if savoring the brief respite. When the doors opened with a soft ding, he trudged down the dimly lit corridor until he reached Room 527. Swiping the key card, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.
He kicked off his leather shoes, sending them skidding across the floor, and tossed his suit jacket onto the ground without a second glance. His shirt clung to his back, damp with sweat, the fabric stretched over his shoulders. His fingers ran through his hair, leaving it even more disheveled than before. The weight of the day seemed to hang off him in the way he moved, sluggish and tired.
He headed straight for the bathroom, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. But as his hand touched the door handle, something caught his attentionāa quick movement, a flicker of movement or perhaps just a shadowābut enough to make him pause.
Little did Carlos know that his much-needed rest would have to wait.
I watched Carlos collapse onto the bed with a heavy sigh. He had no idea I was there, invisible and silent. Carlos and I were the same age, but we couldn't have been more different. He was the confident ladies' man, while I was the thin, unassuming coworker still in the closetāa secret Carlos was blissfully unaware of.
"Damn, what a long day," he groaned, stretching out on the bed. I grinned, the thrill of what I was about to do coursing through me. I'd recently discovered an astral projection spell, and tonight, I was going to put it to the test.
Putting the spell into, I channeled my energy, my ethereal hands moving in a practiced pattern. A strange force surrounded Carlos, holding him in place. He tried to move, but his body wouldn't obey.
"What the hell?" he stammered, confusion setting in. But before he could react further, my essence descended upon him, entering and filling every part of his muscular frame.
Carlos' eyes widened in surprise as the sensation washed over him. He gasped and in an instant, I flooded his body, suddenly exposed to the rush of sensations he was experiencing just moments ago.
"U-Ughhhh," I inadvertently moaned, hearing Carlos' moans escape my- or rather Carlos' lips.
I felt the heat of his skin as my hands pressed against his chest, feeling his muscles tense and stretch under my command. I forced him to sit up, pushing the weight of his torso forward. His legs swung over the side of the bed, his feet pressing flat against the floor.
I decided to test things out, so I stood him up. His legs wobbled for a second, but then I had him moving around the room. I watched his muscles shift and tense, flexing with every step I made him take. A grin spread across his face- I knew exactly what I had in store next.
I walked Carlosā body toward the bathroom and I made him stop and stare at himself in the mirror. I took in his reflection and I couldnāt help but grin, enjoying his cocky expression with me behind the wheel. His body was mine to play with, and I was definitely enjoying the ride.
With a devilish smirk, I reached for the first button on his shirt and slowly popped it open, savoring the anticipation. One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing his smooth, chiseled chest and those hard abs that just begged to be touched.
"Damn, feels better than I imagined," I growled in his smooth voice, relishing the way it sounded coming from my own lips.
Next, I kicked off his shoes and socks, then slid down his pants, leaving him in nothing but those tight, Calvin Kleins that hugged his hips and junk just right. Standing there in the mirror, nearly naked, his tanned, sculpted body on full displayāit sent a shiver down my spine. Yeah, I need to capture this.
I grabbed his phone, unlocked it without a hitchāhis face was mine now, after all. A few swipes, and I had the camera pointed at the mirror. My new face, his hot bodyā¦ grinning, I snapped that first photo. Oh, this was just the start of the fun.
I smirked as I continued taking selfies, holding the device at arm's length to capture Carlos' smooth, tanned bare chest and abs in the shot. I couldn't help but smile at how much I made Carlos look like a tool in those pictures. Discreetly, I sent them to myself as evidence.
Turning Carlos' body back toward the bedroom, I walked to the nightstand and picked up a small bottle of complimentary lotion from the hotel. Climbing onto the bed, I sat on my knees, looking into a dresser mirror that showed Carlos' reflection staring back at me.
As I began to caress Carlos' chest and abs with both hands, I felt the warmth and firmness of his skin under my fingertips. I circled my fingers around his nipples, gently tweaking them until they became hardened peaks. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through my entire being, causing me to moan aloud in delight. Hearing Carlos' deep moans drove me crazier, and I slowly removed his boxers, feeling the fabric slide smoothly over his skin.
"Damn, Carlos..." I muttered under my breath, admiring the way it stood proudly before me.
Without hesitation, I wrapped my hand around Carlos' shaft, feeling the heat and firmness of it. I began to stroke it with firm, deliberate motions, savoring the silky texture. I varied my pace, alternating between slow, languorous strokes and rapid, forceful pumps. Each touch sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, driving me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"Look at you, Carlos," I sneered, my voice dripping with condescension. "So desperate, aren't you?" I said, seeing his reflection of him completely losing his usual demeanor and composure. His eyes were half-closed, his mouth slightly open, his expression one of pure, unrestrained pleasure.
With a smirk, I propped Carlos' phone up on the dresser, hitting record for what I had in mind next. I might not know much Spanish, but I knew enough to make this a little extra spicy and humiliating.
"Yo estoy caliente," I murmured, letting Carlos' sexy Mexican accent roll off his tongue. Hearing that deep, smooth voice say something so needy? Yeah, that was hitting all the right spots.
"Por favor, dame tu leche," I made him moan, slow and breathy, feeling the heat in every word as it slipped from his lips.
"F-fu-fuuuuckkkkk," I moaned, breaking character. After a few moments of hearing Carlos' deep moans and feeling his muscular body twitch under my touch, I knew we were close.
I pumped faster and faster, bringing Carlos' cock to the edge. Each stroke sent electric sensations coursing through me, building up the pressure inside.
"I can't take it anymore," I moaned. "D-dD--damnnnnnn"
With one last thrust, I exploded in a powerful orgasm, Carlos' seed spurting out and coating the bed, his hand, and abs. The release was intense, waves of pleasure radiating through me as I gasped for breath. Hungrily, I lapped up the cum from my fingers, savoring the sweet, salty taste of Carlos' seed inside his own body.
Once his climax had subsided, I fell back onto the bed, feeling spent and satisfied. I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I had just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
After taking a moment to catch my breath, I sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. I grabbed the phone from the dresser and stopped the recording, saving the video and sending it to myself.
"Damn," I thought to myself, feeling proud of the work I had just done. "This is definitely going to come in handy the next time I'm feeling bored."
I couldn't wait to see the expression on Carlos' face when he watched the video, but then a realization set in. I deleted the evidence from Carlos' phone and smiled. There was still a whole week left to our business trip, and I wanted more.
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