Slowly working her way from base to tip, Claire withdrew the meatstick from her mouth, then licked her lips in invitation. She popped a tit from the tight top and rolled it between her own finger and thumb before reaching for his hand to place against the other. They teased her nipples into large bullets for a half a minute together before she began loudly moaning with her own pleasure.
Doug suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair and nudged her toward the bench again. She tried to sit, but he bent her over the back, then spread her knees on the seat. She gasped as cool Halloween air slapped her bare ass, bulging from either side of the thin g-string. His left hand wandered her flesh, leaving a trail of warm coals as he felt every inch of her ass under his hand. She let out a yelp as he drew the string from her ass crack and then let it flick back into place.
Doug was acting so strange, Claire wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol in her blood, or the alcohol in his; all she knew was that she was stocking the bar at home as soon as she could so she could see more of this side of her husband.
Claire arched her back and gave Jack Sparrow an invitation a monk wouldn’t refuse.
He reached between her sticky thighs and grabbed her lips in a vice like grasp. Her swollen skin tingled, shooting waves of tension through her entire body. He pinched a tiny bit of the material, then pulled it away from her skin. Just as she thought he might let it fly back into place as he already had, the fabric gavee way to his strong hand. A thin strip of the sheer material shredded from the rest, leaving the parting of her lower lips to meet the darkness surrounding them.
Claire shivered as her tender skin kissed the evening air.
One finger trailed the crevice before plunging into her dark, hot cave. She squealed into a louder moan, then begged for him to replace his finger with his throbbing cock.
He obliged, cramming every possible inch of his hard member into her with a force that nearly knocked her over the back of the bench.
Small patches of sweat beaded across her stomach and chest as her heart galloped at a dangerous speed. Her back arched as she pushed her hips toward him, bucking her body to meet his thrusts, unable to contain herself, rocking wildly against his girth.
His hand hooked around her hip bones and pulled her further into every stroke. “Oh, baby,” she screamed. Her words seemed to shatter his hesitation as he started pounding harder into her dripping pussy. Claire tried to rock harder on him but the muscles in her body were busy passing the waves of vibrations from her release.
She slumped over the back of the bench in a breathless heap until he pulled his cock suddenly from her and draped her ass with a curtain of his white vanilla cream. The feel of it dripping from her ass made her fresh with sopping desire.
Claire started to stand, moving quickly to wipe herself off so they could continue the festivities when she felt a heavy hand on her back.
“What’s wrong, baby?” she asked.
“They’re coming,” the voice behind her whispered.
She felt a rough, towel-like fabric wiping at her ass, then heard his footsteps crunch into the brush. “Doug?” she said weakly.
“Claire?” she heard as she snapped her head away from the retreating footsteps and back toward the house, where a pair of new footsteps were bringing a set of figures from the shadows.
She saw the outline of the black pirate hat in the dim backlight of the house and her mouth gaped in horror.
“Claire?” he called out again.
“Yes,” she said, weekly.
“Claire, what are you doing back here?” Doug asked, his voice gentle.
It was only then that the second pair of footsteps spoke, “And have you seen Ken?” Claire recognized the voice, tumbling over the truth that she had just been fucked into oblivion by Ken Davis.
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Hotel Cheater
Kim slouched on a barstool in the hotel bar, her luggage stacked in a quickly abandoned pile in her oversized suite. Her black Etienne Aigner Expandable bag held the dildo she’d be splitting her lips with later, once she had a little alcohol to warm her blood.
Kim had hit the airport bitch early that morning, waited on a cab for what felt like a week, then crossed town to a long day’s worth of worthless meetings, before finally checking into the Marriott, throwing her luggage in a pile, and going back downstairs for a cosmo, after briefly considering laying on the bed, sprawling her legs, and giving herself a personal quickie.
Kim sat sipping, while thinking of Tom and the last seven years of their married life. Their life together had started with nothing but sparks, but now they were both busy enough to keep their flame wavering. They still had sex, but they weren’t doing the headboard bashing like they used to. Kim had been so busy running from A to B and back, she’d only swallowed Tom’s load once in the last month – their all-time low, and he’d only fucked her into a gush twice.
He used to nail her sopping nook 5-10 times a week.
Kim had a raging sex drive, and had since Jason Radcliffe first tickled her vertical smile junior year of high school. Kim was one of those girls who swore she wouldn’t have sex until she was 18, but figured a cock in the mouth wasn’t really sex, but after letting Tommy fuck her mouth for five minutes, she was so wet she left a snail trail on the bed then sat on his cock.
He slipped inside like he was trying on a fire hose, fucked her like until he came hard enough to put out the fire in her pussy. Kim harbored a bottomless appetite for dick ever since.
Tom knew that Kim got achy cunt and felt bad that they’d had such a shortage of fucking lately. He packed her extra-large dildo with a smile and a sorry, kissing her on the cheek and promising her the real thing “soon,” just as he was flying out the door for another all nighter at the station. The most relief Kim’s hungry cunt had felt in the last two weeks was when she resorted to beating the beaver in the bathroom of her east coast office two days before.
Kim took the last swallow from her cosmo, ordered another as a handsome man in what she was pretty sure was a Valentino suit sat beside her.
The hotel lobby was intentionally dark, with candles dotting the small tables and a short row of hanging lights dangling behind the bar. The stranger’s face was painted in shadows. He sat beside her, staring at the polished wood, looking like he was thinking of a million things, with barely the attention to order his scotch on the rocks.
The bartender had his scotch in a minute, and the stranger sat not sipping, his fingers wrapped around the glass as his eyes drifted to the back of the bar. He exhaled, lifted the glass to his lips, and poured the hot fuel down his throat in three long swallows.
Kim said, “You’re either mad or sad, but no one drinks at 100 MPH in a hotel bar if they’re not looking to crash.”
The stranger looked at Kim and lit his face with a smile. Lit her face, too. Kim’s fur box flinched. “Not really either one,” he said. “Just exhausted, and frustrated I suppose.”
“Why are you frustrated?” Kim nursed her drink, wondering what in the hell she was doing. She wasn’t sure whether she was serious about inviting the guy up to her room to fuck her cunt into a shudder or not, like the devil in her ear was suggesting she should do, but she definitely wanted him to try.
“A bit of everything, I guess,” the stranger said. He dropped his eyes to his empty glass, then to the bartender.
Kim did a mental inventory:
Long flowing strawberry blond hair, spilling to the middle of her back and making her look like Kidman at her best: CHECK.
Short skirt, and silky sleeveless top, showing her slender, toned arms: CHECK.
Jacket draped on the back of a bar stool, legs clad in sheer black stockings, and skirt riding high enough for the stranger to see the lacy tops of her thigh highs: CHECK.
A black stiletto dangling from the end of her foot: CHECK.
Kim turned her eyes to the stranger again, pulling his attention toward her porcelain features and cerulean eyes. He smiled and nodded. She smiled back.
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br /> She could see the flush on his face and imagined a twitch in his cock.
Kim felt her clit moisten, as though it hadn’t been wet enough before she got to the bar. She sipped her drink and stole another glance at the stranger. His dark suit framed his muscular shoulders, and his dark hair was neatly combed, showing a strong jaw and deep set dark brown eyes.
He was good looking enough to make her gusher gush, but Kim hadn’t decided if he was good looking enough to bend the vows.
“Another?” the bartender asked, pointing at the stranger’s empty glass.
He nodded, then said, “And another for the lady,” gesturing toward Kim.
“Thank you,” Kim said, smiling wider.
“My pleasure, long night?”
“No, not so much. Helluva long day, though. Too much work.” She said “Is that why you’re frustrated?”
He nodded. “Yeah, it’s mostly work, but there’s other shit in life, too. You know how it goes. Sometimes life gets the shits and you’re just a bowl of water.” He raised his glass and took a sip.
“Ha,” Kim laughed. “Isn’t that the truth?”
The stranger laughed, too, before he took another sip. “So what brings you here?”
“Work meetings,” Kim said. “I have a client who insists on seeing me in person, once per quarter, even though my work is all remote. I’m a web designer, so I can get my work done from anywhere. They really should save my time and their money, but hey, they help with the mortgage, and I know how to say ‘yes, sir!’ How about you?”
“I work next door, but I didn’t feel like going home yet, and I definitely needed a drink, or two.”
“Married?” she asked, though she had already spied the white gold on his left hand.
“Yep,” he replied. “But things have been rough at the ranch lately. What about you?”
Kim nodded. “Been married for seven years, but we’ve had barely any time together lately.” Kim leaned towards the stranger, just enough to give him a perfect shot of Thelma and Louise. “Our work is putting too much distance between us.”
“I’m on the same train, heading to the same station,” the stranger said, lifting his glass in the air again before taking another sip.
They made some more small talk, with Kim having a hard time believing the guy had a wife who wouldn’t make time to fuck him. He was gorgeous. When he suggested they sit at one of the tables, she agreed. They grabbed their drinks and nestled into a small table in the corner.
“By the way, I’m Derek” he said pulling out her chair.
“Kim,” she said, sitting, crossing her legs, and watching Derek stare as he sat beside her.
They were two more rounds in when Derek started spilling his story. He and his wife had been married for four years, but sex was already waning, and he was desperate to get things back on track. His wife used to be a total slut, waking him up by sucking his dick, or coming down stairs to meet him in lingerie that was sexy enough to keep him hard half the day. Sometimes she even went to bed early so he could “accidentally” walk in on her masturbating with one of her many toys. But lately, she’d been so busy at work with a new fiscal year, on top of a new system-wide software install that had kept her working all hours and every day ending in Y. She was too tired to do anything at night. Derek had a massive class action suit that was occupying most of his mind and hours.”
Kim did confess that she and Tom had also lost the sex life they both once loved, but she kept the conversation mostly on him. They slowly sipped their drinks, occasionally stared into one another’s eyes, and kept the conversation flowing.
After he emptied his fourth glass, Derek said, “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in a long time.”
“Wow, thanks,” Kim said smiling, voice sincere. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Her voice had drifted to whisper. She sipped her drink, keeping her eyes fixed on his.
“So, are you staying here tonight?”
“Yep, I’m in the executive suite.” Kim’s hot box was on fire, and the way he kept staring was making her heart thud and pussy pound. She wondered how amazing it would be to strip the dark suit from his body, then imagined his sexy body and cock, wondering how massive it must be, based on his impressive height and frame.
Kim was aching to kiss him, imagining the taste of his full lips. She wanted to show him her big tits and watch the delight in his eyes as he stared at her soft pink nipples. He wouldn’t be able to help squeezing and twisting and licking her titties – no one ever had before – and she imagined her back arching as he lapped at her beautiful breasts.
Kim was wondering what it would take to make him hard, but then she figured he probably already was when he reached over and put his hand on her leg, then slid it up and along her thigh. “You have the most beautiful legs,” he breathed.
Kim sighed at his hand on her leg. “Thank you,” she whispered. “That feels great.”
“You deserve to feel great,” he nearly moaned. He slid his hand further, until his fingers were lightly pressing into the flesh of her ass at the edge of her thong. Kim wondered if he thought she wasn’t wearing panties, as he massaged until she was practically purring.
“Listen, I don’t know about you, but I’m losing my mind here.”
“Mmmm…yea, me too,” Kim whispered. “Would you like to come up to my room?”
“You have no idea,” he said.
Of course she did. Kim stood, and started walking. Derek dropped two twenties on the table and followed. They crossed the hotel lobby to the bank of the elevators, not speaking. Inside, Kim hit the button for the top floor.
Derek moved in and pressed his body to hers, pushing his mouth against her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, and he grabbed her large breasts, massaging them as they kissed. The elevator seemed extremely slow as he moved down her body, slipped his fingers under her skirt, slipped two fingers into the small silky triangle of her thong, and started stroking her soaking slit, causing her to moan out loud again.
Derek pulled her panties to her ankles, pulled them past her feet, threw them to the corner of the elevator, as he lifted one of her legs and started licking her slit, still fingering her the entire time.
“Oh God!” she moaned, grabbing his hair and pushing his face against her, back was arched, her shoulders mashed against the elevator wall. Derek continued licking and fingering her. He clamped his mouth around her clit and sucked it like a vacuum. Just as she was about to cum, the elevator dinged and the doors parted to an elderly couple.
Kim gasped and looked down at the carpet. Derek pulled himself up, grabbed the abandoned panties before he looked at their horror stricken faces with a lopsided grin.
“Sometimes, these things just can’t wait,” he said. Kim giggled loudly as she ran down the hall, dragging Derek behind her. She had her card out before she hit her door. She slid it in the lock and pulled him inside.
They nearly fell over each other trying to get into the room and undress each other at the same time. Derek tore off his jacket, threw it to the floor, along with the thong. She yanked his tie, as he pulled her shirt over her head and threw her roughly on the bed. He landed on top of her, unhooking her bra, as he kissed then sucked her full, milky tits, taking his time with his lips on her nipples, teasing her with his tongue as she arched her back and moaned.
He pulled away, stood and removed his shirt, then slid off Kim’s skirt, so all she was wearing were her thigh high stockings. He leaned between her legs, and resumed where the opening elevator door had made him stop, taking more time to rub her legs and lick the insides of her thighs as he made his way up to the open valley of her leaking cunt.
Derek inserted his fingers and clamped down on her clit. She again grabbed his hair and pushed him into her, moaning so deep it was almost feral.
Kim’s pussy contracted and hot spurts of liquid shot onto Derek’s fingers as she came, her ass lifting in a rainbow from the
mattress.
He licked his fingers, lapped the sweet from her slit, then climbed on top of her, deftly flipping her over and ramming his rock hard cock into her sopping pussy. She came again immediately, and the clamp of her tight pussy squeezing his cock made him grunt and groan:
“Ooohhh yes!” he screamed. “You’re cunt is on fucking fire! So hot and tight and wet!!”
He was right; she was on fire. His cock was massive and her cunt wrapped around it like a leather glove. She felt every vein of his dick tickle the grooves of her gusher as he kept slamming it inside her.
“Mmmmmm…..oooohhhhh,” she groaned. “Fuck meeee!!!!”
Kim screamed as her clit twitched and her pussy exploded again. “UUUhhhhh,” she grunted. “OOOOhhhhh,” she kept making noises that weren’t words as he fucked her into a stutter.
“Oh yeah, Oh god yes!” he groaned, his cock about to explode, as he pumped her harder, and flipped her over and kneeled on her chest.
She took him in her mouth, greedily sucking his massive cock.
He came hard, screaming “AAAAHHHH YEAAAAA,” as he shot hot spurts of cum into her hungry, waiting mouth.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, eagerly lapping at his cock, up and down until all traces of cum went missing.
She didn’t stop.
Kim pushed him off of her body, then moved lower for a better angle and continued to suck and lick him. He was partially erect, but never fully lost his hard on, and was getting increasingly erect with every flick of her tongue.
Kim moved lower, tickling his balls with her tongue, suckling them gently, until he was rock hard again. She slowly dragged the flat of her tongue all the way down his shaft, then kept going until she was at his ass and darting eagerly into his dirt hole.
“Oh my GOD!” he groaned, tangling his fingers in her long hair.
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