Max continues with Simmons plan.

Max knew what needed to be done, reaching over she placed her hand over his, feeling the warmth of his skin under her palm. She smiled and looked down coyly before speaking. "Maybe we can take this upstairs." She asked.

For the second time that night Gibbons was at a loss for words. This beautiful creature was asking him to go upstairs with him. He was happily married, had been for twenty two years without once doing anything like this. Mybe it was the **** but he couldn't help but follow Max out of the bar and into the hotels elevator.

His heart pounded, Thudding so loudly in his chest he was worried it was going to explode. The elevator they were in was so small, and Max was inching her way closer to him.

Max stepped in closer to him, taking note of the bulge in his pants. She licked her lips before sliding in front of him. Looking up at the taller man she stood on her toes and leaned into him. Her breasts pressing softly into his chest, his hard cock rubbing against her leg.

"Kiss me," she whispered leaning in to brush her pouty lips against his.

Gibbons groaned and tried to back away only to find himself pinned against the elevator wall. "I've never done anything like this."

"Me either," Max replied, mischief in her eyes. Her hand slid between their bodies finding her prize swollen and stiff as a board, through his pants her fingers wrapped around his rock hard cock. "I want you."

The elevator dinged, alerting them to their arrival on Max?s floor.

Max pulled away, turning her back to him. Her smile fading from her face she left the elevator confident he would be closely behind. She could hear him shuffle behind her. Swinging her hotel room door open Max paused for a moment, leaning in to inspect the room, knowing once she stood took that first step there was no turning back.

Taking a deep breath Max steadied herself for the task ahead of her. "Come'on," she murmured to Gibbons and went inside.

Gibbons shut the door behind him, and Max turned back on her game face. Spinning to face him smiling she pulled on his shirt, then immediately went for his belt buckle.

"Whoa," Gibbons grunted surprised by her enthusiasm.

Max bit her lip, wanting to get this over and quickly as possible. Grabbing him by his belt she dragged him over towards the couch. Knowing it was in perfect view of at least three of the cameras Simmons had set up around the room.

Max pushed him down, forcing him to sit before leaning over and sliding her hand into his pants. He was rock hard, and throbbing as her fingers wrapped around his length. Pulling him out of his pants she stepped back.

Eyes closed she slid the dress of her shoulders and let it slide down her body and onto the floor. Naked, exposed she stood there for a moment and let Gibbons get a good look at her.

?You?re so beautiful.? He whispered. He reached out for her, his hand on her leg pulling her back into him. Max let him, and sat down on his lap. His cock stood hard between their bodies pressing tightly against her sex.

Max shuddered feeling the warmth of his cock against her skin. A part of her still in disbelief that she was going to do this. Delicately she lifted herself up, straddling his body. The shaft of his cock sliding against her slit until the tip pushed against her. All she had to do now is push down, let his eager hands guide her body down onto his cock.

"Mmh," Max moaned as she did just that. Slowly she sank down onto him. Her warmth enveloping him completely. Inch by inch his cock slid deeper inside her, her body slowly stretching to accommodate his size.

Finally Max stopped feeling his balls rub against her. Learning forward she rested her forward against Gibbons shoulder. Her breathe as heavy as his own. Gibbons rubbed her back, letting his hands travel the length of her, from her shoulders all the way down the firm cheeks of her ass.

Max could practically feel the hidden cameras on her back, distracting her from the thick cock that was filling her so completely. This is what it had to come to, even with all her training she had been relegated to becoming a crooked cops whore, a cock loving slut, it made her sick. The only thing worse was having her friends know what she had become. She knew Simmons was watching, waiting for the show to being.

Max lifted herself up, slowly, feeling her pussy moisten as she straddled his shaft. Gibbons groaned his hands digging into her ass. It was only a few inches before she impaled herself back down onto him. Rolling her hips she did it again, causing them both to moan.

Taking her time Max rode Gibbons, up and down, panting into his shoulder as she rolled her hips over and over. Leaning into him to rub her breasts against the course hairs of his chest, she found a steady rhythm, her head filling with their breathy moans and the sensation of his thick cock sliding in and out of her. With every thrust of her hips she was getting wetter and warmer. The slow enjoyable movements a hard contrast to the degrading sexual acts Simmons had **** on her the past few weeks. It was almost nice.

But Max knew it wasn't enough. Simmons needed more, wanted more to hold over Gibbons head. Simmons had been clear of that before he had sent her to the hotel. Max didn't want to do it, but had little choice. She had to put on a better show.