the insides of your thighs tingle and you feel your breasts swell as you enter the darkened club. the bass of the hardcore music adjusts your body's rhythm.
you make your way through the halls guided by intermittent strobe flashes that illuminate doorways, naked sin, flashes of metal and reflections from shiny black vinyl.
you peer into the open doors to find a good landing spot... in a room on your left, a tangle of bodies writhes and moans atop a plush king bed... next on the right, a naked hooded man is berated by a tall, fully clothed black woman and her redhaired, partially bound accomplice... another door reveals a woman with a strap-on pounding a petite blonde from behind as the blonde's face is buried in the clean-shaved p***y of a slightly older brunette... and then you find your destination...
you take the 'maledom' sign off the doorknob and step into the dimly lit room.
the room appears to be unusually clean. pipes and crossbeams are exposed on the walls and ceilings. it's difficult to determine the origin of the light, but even so, everything is either dark wood or painted black.
you wait.
first excited, then eager.
time passes.
you begin to doubt that this was a good idea. what the f*** were you thinking? is this really worth it? i'll wait one more minute, and that's it. one...
the door clicks closed and before you can turn around to see your host, the lights extinguish.
you hear your own breathing quicken.
his breathing is slow and even. the sounds of his shoes on the hard floor become closer and your body warms from the anxiety.
'remove your clothes' he whispers calmly.
you begin to crack a smile as you unbutton your blouse. 'this is good. i like this,' you think.
a sharp sound breaks through the air and CRACK you wince as something leather stings a swath across the back of your thighs.
'you are not seducing me. now, remove your clothes' his voice is still calm, if not slightly firmer
you understand the game a little better. you pull out the bottom of your blouse, quickly rip open the bottom buttons and pull it off over your head.
you start to reach behind you to unhook your bra, and *CRACK* the whip lashes your lower back.
'remove... your clothes... now.' he insists
you race to pull your bra straps off your shoulders then in one motion you push your bra, skirt and panties down and off your legs as you step out of your shoes and kick the clothes across the floor.
'better. now don't move'
his strong hands clip metal braces on your wrists and a metal chain is pulled to fasten them together. your arms are lifted by the braces up and the chain hung on a hook above your head. the swift motion throws you off balance for a moment and as your foot lands an inch back, righting you,
*CRACK*
a stiff braided leather crop slaps your waistline.
'i don't like to repeat myself. don't... move.' his voice is strong and quiet.
you being to vocalize a protest, but as the first sound emits from your throat, his hand clutches the syllable in your neck and he speaks inches from your ear 'you will speak only when questioned. do not make that mistake again.'
silence
he removes his hand from your throat. cuffs click around your ankles and your legs are chained to the ground slightly parted. your hair is swept up and fastened, exposing your ears and the back of your neck.
'you will not submit to pleasure without my permission. do you understand?'
'yes'
'if you attempt to release yourself to pleasure without my permission, you will regret it. is that clear.'
'yes'
'good. let's begin.'
a brush of leather straps flogs your naked skin as he circles you in the darkness. left breast. upper back. right side. stomach. left thigh. lower back. pussy. left side. right ass cheek. and then
*SMACK*
the straps rain hard between your breasts.
his circle tightens and you can feel the warmth of his body heat as he continues the path. breast. back. thigh. side.
*SLAP*
into the soft flesh of your neck.
'are you enjoying this' he whispers
'yes' you coo to him
*CRACK*
a long whip stings your back
*CRACK* 'i did not ' *CRACK* 'permit' *CRACK* 'your' *CRACK* 'enjoyment!' *CRACK* you feel the skin blistering from the whip and bite your lower lip to keep from vocalizing
the voice sounds almost... familiar?
the flogging continues. a series of soft blows, and then his hand traces around your skin. his finger slides over your stomach around to your back, over your side and then plunges into your pussy.
you bite harder into your lip to stifle the whimper, but it escapes.
*WHACK*
goes the leather, cutting into your side, and the fingers never leave your soft, wet core. his fingers slide gently in and out, two fingers, then three. your nipples harden and it takes all your strength not to move with them.
they slide out of your tight hole and wetly drag up and over your stomach, between your tits, up your neck and force their way into your mouth. you taste your own juices, smelling the aroma as your exhale through your nose. it is foreign, and delightful.
'how does it taste?' he inquires.
'dirty' you respond
'you are a filthy whore... and an excellent student'
'this is not going to be easy for you. but don't you DARE cum.'
you hear his footsteps walk away and smell sweet cigarette smoke fill the air.
your leg irons are pulled so your legs are spread apart and the chain above your head clicks as you are lowered toward the ground. as you descend you feel a leather saddle between your knees.
softer, smaller hands grip your waist, guiding you straight down.
then a firm, fleshy dildo pushes its way into your pussy, deeper and deeper as you sit down on the saddle. as you slide down onto the cock object, you feel the man's hand guiding it into you, then pulling back to let you close the rest of the gap.
silence
*CRACK*
the whip lashes across your back. your skin breaks and burns where the earlier welts rose.
and then the saddle between your legs hums to life. the dildo pushes your inner walls in each direction. a hard lump to the front of the dildo buzzes your clit. your nipples harden and you close your eyes and extend your neck, sucking your breath in quietly to maintain control.
the vibrations gradually increase and phase in and out. you move your hips slightly to grind against the leather machine.
*CRACK*
the whip lands another blow across your tits, but you hardly notice it much as the nerve endings of you pussy and clit are exploding.
his hands rest on your shoulders and pull you forward, allowing you to grind your clit hard on the buzzing saddlehorn. his hands move to your cheeks, he pries your mouth open with his thumbs and his rock hard cock pushes across your teeth, over your tongue and into the cavern of your throat.
...
22.11.10
homecoming
he came into town to visit his family, wife stayed at home to take care of the animals.
you put on your red blouse ("didn't he say i looked good in red?"), red lace bra that closes in the front, red panties, short black schoolgirl skirt and heels. you sweep your hair up and back, a little makeup and take a last look in the mirror. a deep breath as you scan down your body.
hmm.
you reach under your skirt and slide your panties off. a little smirk and you're off.
at the coffee shop you hug one another in a casual way to acknowledge the time passed.
you sit in the big comfy chairs and talk, laugh and catch up. your conversation alternates from slightly flirtatious to nostalgic, and a healthy dose of bringing each other up to date and opening up to share hopes, dreams, aspirations and regrets.
you lean forward from time to time to let him peek at your tits, but keep your legs crossed until you're sure things are going in the right direction.
invariably the conversation turns more and more toward sex. you can see his skin blush at times through the smiles, and as the conversation becomes more suggestive and more explicit, you each draw closer. you notice him squirming and adjusting, perhaps to hide his hardening cock.
your pussy is getting warm and wet.
you touch his thigh at the right time, and as you lean back, you uncross your legs and before recrossing you lift your knee and let your skirt slide you giving him a glimpse of your slit.
he nearly chokes on his coffee as you recross your legs and hold your reaction to keep the game going. he looks puzzled, but tries to shake it off and keep going.
"it's getting late" you say. "but i'm having a great time. let's go drive around for a while"
he agrees
you get in his rented car - an SUV, lots of room - and the two of you drive to your old high school parking lot. as you start off down the street, you grab his hand and slide it between your legs. he tenderly touches your wet pussy; you push his hand hard into you, showing him the right pressure.
he picks up your lead, rubs your clit firmly and slides his fingers into your tight hole. you pull your blouse open and pop your breast out of your bra, caressing your nipple and closing your eyes as he strokes you.
when you can't take it anymore, you lean to his ear and whisper "your turn."
you push his hand back and grab for his fly. he shifts in his seat, you feel the car accelerate. you giggle as you pull his cock out of his pants. you rub his dick on your face, warming it with your breath. god, it's hard and thick.
you open your mouth and stretch your lips around his cock. as you push him in and out of your throat, the car speeds through the streets. his balls feel like they're going to burst and his dick throbs in your mouth.
he grabs your hair and pulls you off of him. "we've got to stop" he says as he sits you up in your seat.
the car turns sharply and screeches to a halt. a little frightened and a little disappointed, you both catch your breath.
"what's wrong?" you ask. "i thought you wanted me?"
he begins to speak, and then unhooks his seat belt and steps out of the car.
"what the fuck...?" you think.
and then your car door opens and he leans in, kissing you hard on the mouth and sliding his hand inside your blouse around the small of your back.
you rise to step outside of the car with him, lips still locked, tongues tangled. he grabs your hand, walks you to the back of the car and pulls open the rear gate. he bends you forward into the trunk, lifts your skirt, and slides his cock into your from behind.
his cock feels so good and thick, spreading you open and rubbing all the right spots inside. he pumps slow at first, letting the lubrication wash over the both of you. once everything is slippery and wet, he increases his speed, slamming harder and harder into you, his balls slapping against your clit.
your nipples rake across the carpet and his pounding becomes too much to take. he starts sliding his cock all the way out of you then driving back inside, and waves of pleasure fills your body and you shake, moan and cry as you are rocked by orgasm on top of orgasm.
he pulls out of you completely and stops for a moment. breathlessly, you whisper"don't stop. keep fucking me" you reach around to grab his ass and pull him back into you, but he resists. "what's the matter" and then you feel the head of his prick rubbing on your tight asshole.
"is this ok?" he asks.
and before you can respond, he plunges through and fills your ass. you press your head down hard against the carpeted floor of the trunk and squeeze your fists closed to bear the pain of his dick in your ass. it feels like it's tearing you up, but the energy from his body and the grunts as he thrusts make it pleasurable.
"i'm going to c*m" he pants.
"cum all over me, baby" you plead.
his thrusts into your asshole intensify and then he pulls out and you feel the warm cum spray all over your ass and back. a jet splatters on your neck and in your hair. you don't know if you've ever seen a guy cum so much.
he collapses on your back and kisses you behind your ear, on your cheek "thank you" he says.
the two of you crawl into the trunk, wrapped in each others arms, stare into each others eyes, and start giggling. as you languish in the delicious weakness of your thigh and pussy muscles, he pulls your face back to him and evilly grins, "ready to go again?"
you put on your red blouse ("didn't he say i looked good in red?"), red lace bra that closes in the front, red panties, short black schoolgirl skirt and heels. you sweep your hair up and back, a little makeup and take a last look in the mirror. a deep breath as you scan down your body.
hmm.
you reach under your skirt and slide your panties off. a little smirk and you're off.
at the coffee shop you hug one another in a casual way to acknowledge the time passed.
you sit in the big comfy chairs and talk, laugh and catch up. your conversation alternates from slightly flirtatious to nostalgic, and a healthy dose of bringing each other up to date and opening up to share hopes, dreams, aspirations and regrets.
you lean forward from time to time to let him peek at your tits, but keep your legs crossed until you're sure things are going in the right direction.
invariably the conversation turns more and more toward sex. you can see his skin blush at times through the smiles, and as the conversation becomes more suggestive and more explicit, you each draw closer. you notice him squirming and adjusting, perhaps to hide his hardening cock.
your pussy is getting warm and wet.
you touch his thigh at the right time, and as you lean back, you uncross your legs and before recrossing you lift your knee and let your skirt slide you giving him a glimpse of your slit.
he nearly chokes on his coffee as you recross your legs and hold your reaction to keep the game going. he looks puzzled, but tries to shake it off and keep going.
"it's getting late" you say. "but i'm having a great time. let's go drive around for a while"
he agrees
you get in his rented car - an SUV, lots of room - and the two of you drive to your old high school parking lot. as you start off down the street, you grab his hand and slide it between your legs. he tenderly touches your wet pussy; you push his hand hard into you, showing him the right pressure.
he picks up your lead, rubs your clit firmly and slides his fingers into your tight hole. you pull your blouse open and pop your breast out of your bra, caressing your nipple and closing your eyes as he strokes you.
when you can't take it anymore, you lean to his ear and whisper "your turn."
you push his hand back and grab for his fly. he shifts in his seat, you feel the car accelerate. you giggle as you pull his cock out of his pants. you rub his dick on your face, warming it with your breath. god, it's hard and thick.
you open your mouth and stretch your lips around his cock. as you push him in and out of your throat, the car speeds through the streets. his balls feel like they're going to burst and his dick throbs in your mouth.
he grabs your hair and pulls you off of him. "we've got to stop" he says as he sits you up in your seat.
the car turns sharply and screeches to a halt. a little frightened and a little disappointed, you both catch your breath.
"what's wrong?" you ask. "i thought you wanted me?"
he begins to speak, and then unhooks his seat belt and steps out of the car.
"what the fuck...?" you think.
and then your car door opens and he leans in, kissing you hard on the mouth and sliding his hand inside your blouse around the small of your back.
you rise to step outside of the car with him, lips still locked, tongues tangled. he grabs your hand, walks you to the back of the car and pulls open the rear gate. he bends you forward into the trunk, lifts your skirt, and slides his cock into your from behind.
his cock feels so good and thick, spreading you open and rubbing all the right spots inside. he pumps slow at first, letting the lubrication wash over the both of you. once everything is slippery and wet, he increases his speed, slamming harder and harder into you, his balls slapping against your clit.
your nipples rake across the carpet and his pounding becomes too much to take. he starts sliding his cock all the way out of you then driving back inside, and waves of pleasure fills your body and you shake, moan and cry as you are rocked by orgasm on top of orgasm.
he pulls out of you completely and stops for a moment. breathlessly, you whisper"don't stop. keep fucking me" you reach around to grab his ass and pull him back into you, but he resists. "what's the matter" and then you feel the head of his prick rubbing on your tight asshole.
"is this ok?" he asks.
and before you can respond, he plunges through and fills your ass. you press your head down hard against the carpeted floor of the trunk and squeeze your fists closed to bear the pain of his dick in your ass. it feels like it's tearing you up, but the energy from his body and the grunts as he thrusts make it pleasurable.
"i'm going to c*m" he pants.
"cum all over me, baby" you plead.
his thrusts into your asshole intensify and then he pulls out and you feel the warm cum spray all over your ass and back. a jet splatters on your neck and in your hair. you don't know if you've ever seen a guy cum so much.
he collapses on your back and kisses you behind your ear, on your cheek "thank you" he says.
the two of you crawl into the trunk, wrapped in each others arms, stare into each others eyes, and start giggling. as you languish in the delicious weakness of your thigh and pussy muscles, he pulls your face back to him and evilly grins, "ready to go again?"
21.11.10
private show
it's your ex's company's annual meeting, in NYC this time. the fb exchanges between you and him have been really pushing the limits and you decide to risk it all to surprise him in his hotel room.
you slip your way into the room under the guise of a meeting guest who lost their key. looking around for a suitable hiding place, you find the armoire across from the foot of the bed to be the best location - kind of a tight fit, but it will only have to do for a little while. you slide the doors closed save a small sliver of a crack so you can choose the moment to emerge.
as you wait, your body tingles with warmth and anticipation. your silken corset tightens as your nipples harden from the excitement.
you feel like you're waiting so long, you start to have second thoughts. "what the hell am i do..."
the *beep* *click* of the keycard in the door interrupts your doubts. you exhale softly, this is it.
but wait? are there two voices? "Shit. he didn't tell me he was bringing his wife. Oh, F***! What am I going to do now?" your heart pounds as you pray that the armoire stays closed. there aren't any clothes in it, so probably no need for them to use it.
SLAM! The armoire rattles as he pushes her up against it. They are kissing roughly as if they've never kissed before. You peer through the slit in the doors and see... a petite blonde? what? this isn't his wife?
he whips her around laying her over onto the bed and sure enough, it's the blonde that his wife always worried about. son of a bitch!
you shuffle your position slightly when you can just to keep from losing feeling in your arms and legs, but your range of motion is almost zero. you decide to stay in your temporary cage until you have a chance to sneak out. at least you get a show...
their business attire begins to come off, hers first. he tears at her blouse as her buttons pop off and click on objects around the room. he pulls her bra straps down her arms and flips her bra down off her breasts, but doesn't waste the time to remove it. He sucks her breast into his mouth. you can see that she's clearly enjoying the reckless abandon of this scene as her other nipple hardens before your eyes.
you are getting more and more aroused, but no way you can do anything without getting caught. it's becoming frustratingly erotic.
you're surprised at how commanding he's being. without removing his mouth from her breast, he grabs her skirt and in one strong motion pulls the skirt and panties right down and off her legs, tossing it to the floor. she has been working at his clothes, but he refuses to break his attack on her body. he ends with his shirt still on but open and pants loosened. she has her hand in his pants, stroking him to attention.
he slides her to her knees on the floor, her body protests slightly, but acquiesces. he kisses his way up her body rising to stand. as he passes her cheek on the way up, she begins kissing his body down, grabbing the waist of his pants and pulling them off.
the oral pleasure begins slowly, as she kisses and nibbles all over his shaft, warming it with her breath. he strokes her neck under her ears but lets her monitor the distance. as she begins to gingerly open her lips to accept him in her mouth bit by bit - and it seems like boring old oral foreplay - his hands tighten around the back of her head and he pulls her mouth further down onto him. she moans in protest, but lets him pull her down, down until her lips are almost at the root of his shaft. his head rolls back; her cheeks expand as she holds off the gag reflex as long as possible, then pulls her head back off him, thick trails of saliva falling from her mouth onto her perfect soft breasts and spilling across her thigh. "whoa!" she says "take it easy!" but then goes back to work on him with her wet lips.
your nipples are fully erect, straining against the silk, and droplets of wetness are seeping out between your legs. If only you could get your hand around to the front, they're so focused on the act that they'll never hear the quiet whimpers, but it's too risky with them still just a couple feet away.
he continues to push himself in and out of her throat, less receiving a blowjob, more fucking her mouth. she tries to keep in rhythm with him, but he's clearly driving the act. his eyes close and his head rolls slowly around on his neck and then pauses. his eyes open facing you, looking dreamily determined.
"he's practically looking right at me" you think, and you draw your body back as if you have somewhere to retreat to, hoping that he doesn't spot you.
*creak* goes the armoire, ever so slightly, but it sounds to you like a tree cracking through the forest. you hold your breath hoping it didn't resonate and you peer sharply toward the blonde, but her face is being fucked and she is locked on. then, as you shift your gaze up to him... "no... he couldn't..." but his eyes appear to be squinting in your direction. "does he see me?"
is this your voyeuristic fortune? a show for your benefit? or a tease for your torment? it's still hard to tell.
as he cups the sides of her breasts and pushes them together against his cock, you subconsciously squeeze your breasts together with your biceps, mimicking the scene before you. he begins to stroke back and forth between her tits. shallow thrusts at first, but gradually the strokes become longer to the point where the tip of his dick is just below her chin. she stretches her long lovely neck out and drops her head back over the edge of the mattress. thank god her eyes are closed or she'd be looking right into your hiding space.
you start to wonder what might happen if you slipped out of the armoire and tried to work your way into the action. how exciting it would be to touch him once again, and feel the pleasures of this new woman's flesh. but you resist. he's wanted to ravage that body for a while now, and it's more exciting to see him conquer her, not to mention the sensation of all your intimate nerve endings firing, building the most unbelievably painful pleasure you've ever felt.
he moves her hands to replace his on her tits, without breaking his stroke. once his hands are free, he cradles her head and brings it back up so he can press the head of his cock between her lips on his forward thrusts. her chest expands and contracts in time with his thrusts. her nipples are rock hard, held up by her thumbs. as he takes his next stroke forward, he pushes into her mouth and raises his hips above her, driving his cock back down her throat. you can see her eyes and cheeks bulge as he roots deep into her face. he holds for a moment, she puts her hands against the front of his pelvis to request his retreat, he continues to hold for a moment longer. you see the muscles in her forearms and hands tighten as she's pushing back more insistently and he finally lets her push him from her mouth.
before she can interrupt him with a protesting comment, he kisses her hard on her open mouth.
you shift into a more solid position to watch the next scene. you are able to spread your legs slightly and feel the cool breeze of hotel a/c on your pussy, but still can't get your hand to your core for relief. it's becoming maddening as your juices drip more insistently.
he stands the blonde back onto the floor, not breaking the passionate kiss through the motion. his hands lock with hers as he backs her up toward ... the armoire? shit! he slams her against the door, jarring you slightly, but all seems safe for the moment.
you can't see them, save her hand and forearm that he has pinned right next to the crack between the doors.
...
Her hand squeezes his, he forearm muscles tighten in front of you. You hear her whimper as he surely now enters her. The armoire creaks ever so sightly as he pounds her wet hole. Your own soft canal rushes with warmth with the memory of his thick, hard cock inside you, stretching your walls and tapping against your cervix. You brace your legs against the back of the door, opposite the point where he's fucking her, hoping that you can get off from their transferred energy.
You can't see them, but try to imagine the scene from the sounds you hear. Her breathing is labored and he grunts quietly fucking her solidly, then a faint wet sucking sound as he slips his dick out of her slit. "put it back in, baby" she whispers. But the motion doesn't resume. He's teasing her. "please, I want you back inside me," she pleads. But you hear only the smacks of his lips lavishing her body with kisses. "please?!"
Just then her hand disappears and they move away. "thank god!" you think. Maybe they'll move to another room and you can sneak back out and take care of yourself in the car.
And then her head bends toward you a foot away. Her hands rest on the lip of the armoire as he positions himself behind her. She starts to turn her head to look back at him, but sucks her breath in and closes her eyes as he jams his cock back up in her. Her tits jiggle as he rams her pussy. You feel her breath faintly on your skin.
He leans forward across her back, grabs her tits and presses her up against the doors. her face is now inches from yours, her nipple sticks into the opening between the doors.
Could it possibly be a coincidence, or does he know? He couldn't, could he?
You can smell the sex and alcohol on her breath as she pants with his thrusts. You smell the sweat and hint of perfume on her skin. You are just about to say "fuck it" and just reach between your legs to relieve the tension and who cares what happens, but you don't dare. And when you think it can't get any worse.l you realize that she's beginning to climax.
Her breathing becomes more labored, heaving, vocal. "fuck... fuck! ... don't stop fucking me..." she leans into the armoire, arching her back, sticking her ass in the air to allow him to penetrate her deeper. he pounds her faster and harder, his balls slapping against the shaved crown of her pussy. she presses against the armoire for leverage.
the friction between your legs increases as the shock waves flow from him through her to the armoire, moving you. your clit and nipples are rock hard with ecstasy. you bite the inside of your cheek and lower lip to stifle your own whimpers of pleasure. it's nearly impossible to ignore any part of the scene. her breath, her moans, his dominance.
"i'm... i'm... i'm... oh god... i'm going to cum i'm going to cum i'm going to cum" her eyes squeeze shut. her breathing reaches a crescendo and halts with a strained, high pitched whine. her eyes open and roll back in her head. her body shakes with a powerful orgasm.
you taste a tinge of blood. you've bitten through your lip. the pain barely distracts you from the pleasure. just enough, but barely.
she stretches her head up, exposing her long neck to you. "if i could just suck on that skin, that's all it would take" but you don't dare. not now. he's beginning to finish. not now.
her muscles relax into the armoire. he squeezes her hips so hard you can see her skin whiten around his thumbs. he strokes into her faster and faster, his breathing quickens, eyes close, sweat beads on his face and chest. his eyes open slightly and it appears he's looking right at you. did a smirk cross his face? does he know?
at the peak of his pace, he pulls his dick out of her, spins her to face him and pushes her to her knees. her head and shoulders are directly between you and him.
"cum on my tits" she purrs, stretching her torso up and cupping her breasts. "i'm going to cum all over your face" he growls. grabbing her face with his left hand, he strokes his cock with his right, pointing right at her mouth.
"open your mouth. open your mouth!" he grips his cock and the cum starts to shoot out, painting her face, spraying her hair, her tits, then a jet shoots off and lands on your inner thigh. you let a silent whimper escape; luckily his grunts cover the sound. he places his hand on the back of her head and pulls her to him, placing his dick in her mouth for her to drain the rest. You hear the wet sucking sounds as she cleans his cock with his guidance.
while they're arousal is satisfied, your own is making you do all you can not to squirm. "alright, just go take a shower already so i can get the fuck out of here."
she stands up and they kiss passionately. his hand slides down her back, squeezing her ass. she stretches up to whisper in his ear "i'm going to take a shower" and kisses his cheek. she steps toward the bathroom, stops, turns her head back to him "are you going to join me?"
"right behind you" he says. she walks into the bathroom and turns on the light, then disappears toward the shower. he takes a couple steps toward the bathroom, cranes his neck and pauses. the shower spray starts and the curtain closes.
he turns quickly and rushes to the armoire, throwing the doors open. "enjoy the show?" he grins. then cradling you he helps you down "ok, you gotta get out of here" you can smell her pussy on his breath. your face is beet red as you don't know what to think. you're speechless, focused on getting out.
he pushes you past your coat "leave it, leave it... no time" he whispers. your limbs are tingling as the blood tries to revive them. the pain and pleasure are unreal as he ushers you out into the hall. he kisses your cheek. "see you next year" and slams the door shut.
you walk quickly to the stairwell, hoping to slip out the back unnoticed. "please, please, please." you arrive at your car unseen, slam the door shut and exhale. so many thoughts and worries race through your head. how will you get back in your house? are you going to go back to your house? why didn't he ask me to join or kick her out and take me? god she was adorable and looked so hot getting fucked.
you settle on that last thought, pull up your slip and slide your fingers across the sticky drops of cum on your leg. "ok" you grab your vibrator from the glove box, look around the lot to see if anyone's watching - but this is happening no matter what - and buzz the vibe against your clit as you pull your breast out of your corset and roll it through your hand. almost instantly you tense and let out a series of loud moans as your eyes roll back and fluid pours from your slit.
you let your breathing slow and gather your wits to plan your next move.
you slip your way into the room under the guise of a meeting guest who lost their key. looking around for a suitable hiding place, you find the armoire across from the foot of the bed to be the best location - kind of a tight fit, but it will only have to do for a little while. you slide the doors closed save a small sliver of a crack so you can choose the moment to emerge.
as you wait, your body tingles with warmth and anticipation. your silken corset tightens as your nipples harden from the excitement.
you feel like you're waiting so long, you start to have second thoughts. "what the hell am i do..."
the *beep* *click* of the keycard in the door interrupts your doubts. you exhale softly, this is it.
but wait? are there two voices? "Shit. he didn't tell me he was bringing his wife. Oh, F***! What am I going to do now?" your heart pounds as you pray that the armoire stays closed. there aren't any clothes in it, so probably no need for them to use it.
SLAM! The armoire rattles as he pushes her up against it. They are kissing roughly as if they've never kissed before. You peer through the slit in the doors and see... a petite blonde? what? this isn't his wife?
he whips her around laying her over onto the bed and sure enough, it's the blonde that his wife always worried about. son of a bitch!
you shuffle your position slightly when you can just to keep from losing feeling in your arms and legs, but your range of motion is almost zero. you decide to stay in your temporary cage until you have a chance to sneak out. at least you get a show...
their business attire begins to come off, hers first. he tears at her blouse as her buttons pop off and click on objects around the room. he pulls her bra straps down her arms and flips her bra down off her breasts, but doesn't waste the time to remove it. He sucks her breast into his mouth. you can see that she's clearly enjoying the reckless abandon of this scene as her other nipple hardens before your eyes.
you are getting more and more aroused, but no way you can do anything without getting caught. it's becoming frustratingly erotic.
you're surprised at how commanding he's being. without removing his mouth from her breast, he grabs her skirt and in one strong motion pulls the skirt and panties right down and off her legs, tossing it to the floor. she has been working at his clothes, but he refuses to break his attack on her body. he ends with his shirt still on but open and pants loosened. she has her hand in his pants, stroking him to attention.
he slides her to her knees on the floor, her body protests slightly, but acquiesces. he kisses his way up her body rising to stand. as he passes her cheek on the way up, she begins kissing his body down, grabbing the waist of his pants and pulling them off.
the oral pleasure begins slowly, as she kisses and nibbles all over his shaft, warming it with her breath. he strokes her neck under her ears but lets her monitor the distance. as she begins to gingerly open her lips to accept him in her mouth bit by bit - and it seems like boring old oral foreplay - his hands tighten around the back of her head and he pulls her mouth further down onto him. she moans in protest, but lets him pull her down, down until her lips are almost at the root of his shaft. his head rolls back; her cheeks expand as she holds off the gag reflex as long as possible, then pulls her head back off him, thick trails of saliva falling from her mouth onto her perfect soft breasts and spilling across her thigh. "whoa!" she says "take it easy!" but then goes back to work on him with her wet lips.
your nipples are fully erect, straining against the silk, and droplets of wetness are seeping out between your legs. If only you could get your hand around to the front, they're so focused on the act that they'll never hear the quiet whimpers, but it's too risky with them still just a couple feet away.
he continues to push himself in and out of her throat, less receiving a blowjob, more fucking her mouth. she tries to keep in rhythm with him, but he's clearly driving the act. his eyes close and his head rolls slowly around on his neck and then pauses. his eyes open facing you, looking dreamily determined.
"he's practically looking right at me" you think, and you draw your body back as if you have somewhere to retreat to, hoping that he doesn't spot you.
*creak* goes the armoire, ever so slightly, but it sounds to you like a tree cracking through the forest. you hold your breath hoping it didn't resonate and you peer sharply toward the blonde, but her face is being fucked and she is locked on. then, as you shift your gaze up to him... "no... he couldn't..." but his eyes appear to be squinting in your direction. "does he see me?"
is this your voyeuristic fortune? a show for your benefit? or a tease for your torment? it's still hard to tell.
as he cups the sides of her breasts and pushes them together against his cock, you subconsciously squeeze your breasts together with your biceps, mimicking the scene before you. he begins to stroke back and forth between her tits. shallow thrusts at first, but gradually the strokes become longer to the point where the tip of his dick is just below her chin. she stretches her long lovely neck out and drops her head back over the edge of the mattress. thank god her eyes are closed or she'd be looking right into your hiding space.
you start to wonder what might happen if you slipped out of the armoire and tried to work your way into the action. how exciting it would be to touch him once again, and feel the pleasures of this new woman's flesh. but you resist. he's wanted to ravage that body for a while now, and it's more exciting to see him conquer her, not to mention the sensation of all your intimate nerve endings firing, building the most unbelievably painful pleasure you've ever felt.
he moves her hands to replace his on her tits, without breaking his stroke. once his hands are free, he cradles her head and brings it back up so he can press the head of his cock between her lips on his forward thrusts. her chest expands and contracts in time with his thrusts. her nipples are rock hard, held up by her thumbs. as he takes his next stroke forward, he pushes into her mouth and raises his hips above her, driving his cock back down her throat. you can see her eyes and cheeks bulge as he roots deep into her face. he holds for a moment, she puts her hands against the front of his pelvis to request his retreat, he continues to hold for a moment longer. you see the muscles in her forearms and hands tighten as she's pushing back more insistently and he finally lets her push him from her mouth.
before she can interrupt him with a protesting comment, he kisses her hard on her open mouth.
you shift into a more solid position to watch the next scene. you are able to spread your legs slightly and feel the cool breeze of hotel a/c on your pussy, but still can't get your hand to your core for relief. it's becoming maddening as your juices drip more insistently.
he stands the blonde back onto the floor, not breaking the passionate kiss through the motion. his hands lock with hers as he backs her up toward ... the armoire? shit! he slams her against the door, jarring you slightly, but all seems safe for the moment.
you can't see them, save her hand and forearm that he has pinned right next to the crack between the doors.
...
Her hand squeezes his, he forearm muscles tighten in front of you. You hear her whimper as he surely now enters her. The armoire creaks ever so sightly as he pounds her wet hole. Your own soft canal rushes with warmth with the memory of his thick, hard cock inside you, stretching your walls and tapping against your cervix. You brace your legs against the back of the door, opposite the point where he's fucking her, hoping that you can get off from their transferred energy.
You can't see them, but try to imagine the scene from the sounds you hear. Her breathing is labored and he grunts quietly fucking her solidly, then a faint wet sucking sound as he slips his dick out of her slit. "put it back in, baby" she whispers. But the motion doesn't resume. He's teasing her. "please, I want you back inside me," she pleads. But you hear only the smacks of his lips lavishing her body with kisses. "please?!"
Just then her hand disappears and they move away. "thank god!" you think. Maybe they'll move to another room and you can sneak back out and take care of yourself in the car.
And then her head bends toward you a foot away. Her hands rest on the lip of the armoire as he positions himself behind her. She starts to turn her head to look back at him, but sucks her breath in and closes her eyes as he jams his cock back up in her. Her tits jiggle as he rams her pussy. You feel her breath faintly on your skin.
He leans forward across her back, grabs her tits and presses her up against the doors. her face is now inches from yours, her nipple sticks into the opening between the doors.
Could it possibly be a coincidence, or does he know? He couldn't, could he?
You can smell the sex and alcohol on her breath as she pants with his thrusts. You smell the sweat and hint of perfume on her skin. You are just about to say "fuck it" and just reach between your legs to relieve the tension and who cares what happens, but you don't dare. And when you think it can't get any worse.l you realize that she's beginning to climax.
Her breathing becomes more labored, heaving, vocal. "fuck... fuck! ... don't stop fucking me..." she leans into the armoire, arching her back, sticking her ass in the air to allow him to penetrate her deeper. he pounds her faster and harder, his balls slapping against the shaved crown of her pussy. she presses against the armoire for leverage.
the friction between your legs increases as the shock waves flow from him through her to the armoire, moving you. your clit and nipples are rock hard with ecstasy. you bite the inside of your cheek and lower lip to stifle your own whimpers of pleasure. it's nearly impossible to ignore any part of the scene. her breath, her moans, his dominance.
"i'm... i'm... i'm... oh god... i'm going to cum i'm going to cum i'm going to cum" her eyes squeeze shut. her breathing reaches a crescendo and halts with a strained, high pitched whine. her eyes open and roll back in her head. her body shakes with a powerful orgasm.
you taste a tinge of blood. you've bitten through your lip. the pain barely distracts you from the pleasure. just enough, but barely.
she stretches her head up, exposing her long neck to you. "if i could just suck on that skin, that's all it would take" but you don't dare. not now. he's beginning to finish. not now.
her muscles relax into the armoire. he squeezes her hips so hard you can see her skin whiten around his thumbs. he strokes into her faster and faster, his breathing quickens, eyes close, sweat beads on his face and chest. his eyes open slightly and it appears he's looking right at you. did a smirk cross his face? does he know?
at the peak of his pace, he pulls his dick out of her, spins her to face him and pushes her to her knees. her head and shoulders are directly between you and him.
"cum on my tits" she purrs, stretching her torso up and cupping her breasts. "i'm going to cum all over your face" he growls. grabbing her face with his left hand, he strokes his cock with his right, pointing right at her mouth.
"open your mouth. open your mouth!" he grips his cock and the cum starts to shoot out, painting her face, spraying her hair, her tits, then a jet shoots off and lands on your inner thigh. you let a silent whimper escape; luckily his grunts cover the sound. he places his hand on the back of her head and pulls her to him, placing his dick in her mouth for her to drain the rest. You hear the wet sucking sounds as she cleans his cock with his guidance.
while they're arousal is satisfied, your own is making you do all you can not to squirm. "alright, just go take a shower already so i can get the fuck out of here."
she stands up and they kiss passionately. his hand slides down her back, squeezing her ass. she stretches up to whisper in his ear "i'm going to take a shower" and kisses his cheek. she steps toward the bathroom, stops, turns her head back to him "are you going to join me?"
"right behind you" he says. she walks into the bathroom and turns on the light, then disappears toward the shower. he takes a couple steps toward the bathroom, cranes his neck and pauses. the shower spray starts and the curtain closes.
he turns quickly and rushes to the armoire, throwing the doors open. "enjoy the show?" he grins. then cradling you he helps you down "ok, you gotta get out of here" you can smell her pussy on his breath. your face is beet red as you don't know what to think. you're speechless, focused on getting out.
he pushes you past your coat "leave it, leave it... no time" he whispers. your limbs are tingling as the blood tries to revive them. the pain and pleasure are unreal as he ushers you out into the hall. he kisses your cheek. "see you next year" and slams the door shut.
you walk quickly to the stairwell, hoping to slip out the back unnoticed. "please, please, please." you arrive at your car unseen, slam the door shut and exhale. so many thoughts and worries race through your head. how will you get back in your house? are you going to go back to your house? why didn't he ask me to join or kick her out and take me? god she was adorable and looked so hot getting fucked.
you settle on that last thought, pull up your slip and slide your fingers across the sticky drops of cum on your leg. "ok" you grab your vibrator from the glove box, look around the lot to see if anyone's watching - but this is happening no matter what - and buzz the vibe against your clit as you pull your breast out of your corset and roll it through your hand. almost instantly you tense and let out a series of loud moans as your eyes roll back and fluid pours from your slit.
you let your breathing slow and gather your wits to plan your next move.
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