"But we've had lunch?"
He laughed and said good one baby, he liked her humor and she heard him order a room for an hour and the strict-faced elderly receptionist said coldly they didn't do one-hour occupancies.
"Then what is the minimum room hire?"
"Two hours sir. This hotel's policy is the women must be given time to enjoy a long period of foreplay and then to luxuriate in a bath after the deed is done."
"Oh and I suppose you provide a handbook on which positions are acceptable in rooms in this hotel," Dave said sarcastically.
"Very good sir. You have a sharp sense of humor."
There were other people in the elevator but Dave had backed Nicola against the end wall of the car and they rode up with a fair slice of Nicola's right ass cheek under pressure in Dave's hand and she was almost panting when they left the elevator at the sixth level.
In the sleazy room Dave had most of Nicola's clothing on the floor before she became aware of that because she'd been looking around for the bottle of champagne and two exquisite flutes and a cute little plate of petits fours but the table was bare. That was when she focused back to the seduction and realized she was wobbling without a bra and Dave saying cheerfully, "Great tits. Unbuckle me slowcoach."
Nicola dropped his trousers and briefs and guiltily and shyly licked the dribble of pre-cum on the revoltingly angry red and purple head of his thick cock. She then removed his jacket and tie, but then almost screaming in pain and passion because he was grinding and pulling her nipples between his fingers and her nipples now felt about a foot long.
She began fumbling and so he had to help with the shirt buttons and then she gave a little cry of delight as she sighted the absolutely hairless chest and looking down glimpsed the well-defined outline of a six-pack.
Nicola began licking his chest, crooning. In comparison her husband Mick's chest was a hairy jungle. God she simply loved this and slurped on to Dave's left nipple.
"Christ don't," he yelled. "I almost blew my load. Don't do that. Come on up on to the bed on your hands and knees and spread for me."
"I-I might be dripping. Y-you've gotten me so excited."
"I would be fucking disappointed if you had a dry cunt," he leered.
God weren't men rude.
She pulled off her panties and just as she thought, the crotch was soaked.
Nicola got into the position Dave requested and then he got down to businesses.
The 'experienced' Mrs Cox had her teeth rattled each time he slammed into her, jolting her.
"You're taking full impact," Dave said. "As I move away you reload and pushed back on me and thereby you'll reduce the impact. Then pull away and reload to push back again, catching the rhythm I'm attempting to maintain."
"God what bullshit," Nicola thought and did what he said and surprisingly it was just as he said. Her teeth didn't jar and she actually felt as if she were being fucked.
Oooh this was so delicious, she thought, dribbling down her chin. For goodness what was going on? Oh yeah she had been timing herself to catch his timing and had forgotten to swallow the slight build up of saliva.
Slowly but relentlessly Nicola built up a huge desire to really swing on his fat piece of meat, sucking it down her throat.
"Oh god...oh yes... oh yes," she cried and she came hugely. She was horrified she'd come so early. Dave would be expecting her to come when he did. Oh god she hadn't insisted he wear a condom. She had no idea if that pounding cock of his was diseased.
"Good girl, you've come already," Dave said. "I appreciate women who come early because it shows they've got their heart into attempting to please me."
"What?"
"Oh god... oh yes... oh yeeeeeeees," she screamed into a mega-ejaculation and Dave was yelling and squeezing her tits and she thought the entire city would be hearing his calls of "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes."
Nicola was sweating and felt liquid seeping out of her.
God what animals Dave and she where in leaking those various excretions by the bucketful.
Nicola felt satisfied and dreamy. She'd just have a lovely nap for an hour and rolled on to her back, expecting Dave to be collapsing into a heap, exhausted.
Wrong.
Dave lifted her legs up high and purred, "Spread them baby."
Nicola meekly complied thinking he had a towel and would pat her c-word dry.
O-m-i-g-o-d.
He jerked her ass off the bed a couple of inches and drove straight up her leaking twat, er pussy.
She gasped, almost out of breath and her eyes popped. What the hell was he doing? Mick usually snoozed for at least thirty minutes before he was ready to hold an erection long enough to come again.
"Pull your legs right back by the ankles until your hands are on the pillows," Dave huffed.
No way could she do that. She wasn't a fucking gymnast.
But she did.
Amazed at her flexibility amid growing passion as she felt that thick end of his cock pull almost out of her and them slam back up her channel again to send probably 10,000 nerve ends crazy, Nicola was suddenly horrified to think that same penis was penetrating where no other penis had reached before it. God she didn't attempt to push her dildo up that far.
Their sweaty bodies were slapping together and making a noise that Nicola would normally describe as disgusting but she was now heating up with her tongue hanging suggestively out the side of her mouth and she was hitting her clit. For some reason that allegedly disgusting noise actually sounded appropriate in this situation.
"Eeek," she yelled as Dave thrust a fat thumb into her anus and she bucked and he slammed into her like a Beagle into a Pekingese and actually began baying like a hound and his eyes momentarily bulged grotesquely as they both slid into their releases.
They slept for an hour and then Dave was ready to go again but she had had enough so he tutored her about different positions and spoke about how she could squeeze on a penis by squeezing her thighs and attempting to work her internal muscles. He advised it took training to do it probably but a fit woman who pushed and squeezed could really play a guy's flute.
* * *
Two weeks later when Mick and Nicola returned home from dinner he yawned and said, "You've fallen off in interest but what about sex tonight?"
"Okay," Nicola said, tossing her handbag on to the sofa and kicking off her shoes. "Let's do it here."
"What?"
"Here on the lounge floor."
"Well this is new," Mick said doubtfully and walked over to turn off the lights.
"No leave the lights on. I might get lucky enough to see you hosing me with semen."
"God Nicola, are you drunk?"
"No I'm fine."
"But when we have sex you always want it in bed with the lights out."
"Well my girlfriends were talking about sex the other day and what they described sounded very exciting so I thought we ought to try some variety."
"Oh really?" Mick said, sounding hopeful.
Nicola stripped off, Mick watching her open-mouthed as if he'd not seen her nude since the wedding night.
"God your boobs are great, much better than Amy's."
"Is that Amy who's part of your investigations team?"
Chocking, Mick said, "Um yes."
"And you've seen her tits?"
"Tits? I mean yes I have."
"Well that's okay Mick. Have a slice of fun away from home occasionally but don't neglect me and please always wear a condom even when going inside me. Do that and I won't mind you playing around."
"Really?"
"Yes and undress while I fetch a condom from my purse."
"You carry condoms in your purse?" Mick said sounding shocked.
"Yes for emergencies, a little like carrying headache pills," Nicola said, pulling one out of the 12-pack.
"W-what sort of emergencies do you anticipate?"
Nicola couldn't believe Mick had become so focused and yet so submissive. That could be his guilt
gripping him of course. She decided to strike. "Oh nothing really apart from perhaps one of your pals calling around for you when you're out somewhere on the tiles."
"The asshole. Who was it? I'll deal with the mother fucker."
"Calm down Mick. No one has called... yet."
Mick watched wide-eyed as Nicola opened the condom wrapper with her teeth and expertly ran it on to his dick.
"Where the hell did you learn to do that?"
Nicola lied easily, "Oh we girls amused ourselves putting various types of condoms on to dildos in time trials to give us more expertise as part of our goal to stay disease free."
"But you could have practiced at home without that disgusting behavior with other women. You don't use dildos on each other do you?"
"Not yet."
"What?"
"I said let's fuck."
"Oh yeah, sure. We somehow got diverted."
Nicola went down on to her hands and knees and waving her butt from side to side said, "Shove it up my slippery channel buster."
"You always want it missionary?"
"The girls voted 6 to 2 that doggy was best but I couldn't vote because I only have it missionary so they explained to me how to prepare for doggy and what to say to you," Nicola lied. "So shove it up my slippery channel buster."
"Gladly," said Mick who was fully loaded because Police Officer Amy Mitchell was away on a 7-day training course.
Twenty minutes later Nicola introduced her husband to her new-found skill of squeezing on his thrusting dick.
"Jesus," shouted Mick after almost blowing the end off the condom, or so he imagined. "Holy fuck. You're good, much better than... oh crap."
"Amy."
"Yeah, sorry sweetheart."
"That's okay. I like Amy. I was on the web and read an article on squeezing down on a cock to make a guy come," she lied. "Here let me suck that fucker but take the rubber off first and then we can do it with my legs over your shoulders and then I think we ought to try anal."
"Anal you?"
"Yes, it's only using the backdoor, not rocket science Mick."
"When?"
"Now while we're running hot."
"Baby I'd like to suggest you don't discuss sex with your girlfriends, don't read 'How to' articles on the Internet or in the 'Reader's Digest' and sex manuals and no way do I want you watching adult DVDs for educational purposes. I have no wish to expire totally depleted in failing to keep up with your burgeoning sexual demands."
Nicola just smiled. She began fellatio and as she was tiring she stuck her wet ring finger into her husband's anus and he jumped as if he'd been shot.
"Who the hell taught you to do that?"
"Dave I think, or it may have been John or a guy called Claude. Claude Mitchell actually. Is that Amy's husband? I thought the name rang a bell but then I got diverted laughing at his pathetic expression when he ejaculated as soon as I dropped my dress and he saw my stocking tops."
That was too much for her husband.
"Oh fuck, what a mess," Mick said, after spraying Nicola's mouth, nose and eyes in unexpected ejaculation. "Look I'll give up Amy if you give up her husband Claude because his father is our Chief of Police. Imagine what he'd do to me if he found out my wife was fucking his married son? I'd probably lose my stripes and be demoted to jailer."
Nicola just smiled. She was thinking Amy the bitch; she'd just taken Amy out. In this quest to gain experience she was feeling she was empowered. She'd found men were just like kids when told what to do or challenged.
The End.
Surprise Visit
Making me feel better is my lovers favorite thing to do, and today was no exception.
It's 5, time to shut down the office and I'm dreading the trip home tonight.
Life can be draining, but I never want to let the 'problems' cloud my point of view. That just robs your soul of thrills and delights that lay hidden among the thorns of life. Taking my own advice is not as easy as dishing it out however. It's lonely sometimes and when I have to cancel plans to please my uncaring husband it's hard to remember there is more than just thorns.
"Hey Jenn, how was your day?" I ask. My friend from the other office is leaving too. She's so pretty. She inspires me. 36 years old and looks 18. Pretty Asian girl. Blue contact lenses, false eyelashes, tattoos all over her body. She wears spiked heels and sexy dresses all the time – and today is no exception. She offers to light my cigarette and I stop to chat. We love to have fun conversation while we wait for our ride home. It has been a good day, but so busy and demanding. I don't know why I feel so bad, but suddenly I just feel so envious of her and so sad for me. That is so selfish. Not like me at all. As I look at her my green eyes fill with tears as I anticipate the question her eyes ask...
"Are you all right Beth?" how can I lie to those eyes. She sees through me. It's not nice to lie, but the truth hurts so much. I start to cry.
"Ohhh, excuse me." I smile and my tears are forgotten as my bra buzzes from the vibration of my cell phone. Couple short and a long buzz, not a call. A text message. I pull my phone from its hiding place in my bra and open the text.
"BOO", is all it says. It's a text from 'Harley', my secret lover.
"AWWW" I respond out loud. He reads me. He is a country away and he knows my every move. We must have been lovers in another life. I straighten my composure to not let on how this man turns me inside out and upside down...
"What are you doing tonight? You going to your class?" Jenn asks as I snap back to reality.
"No, I'm going home. No ride on the pole tonight for me I'm afraid. I'll take the next session." I reply with shaky breath. My six week beginner pole dancing class was to be my freedom gift to myself, and slowly even it was being stripped away. I couldn't take much more!
My phone buzzes again – 'GOD he's so frisky, the devil', I pant out loud. My lover is nothing but thrills, roller coaster ride to ecstasy. Since we met I have come alive. Between our texts, email and online chats we have a secret life. And it's so good. We have filled the empty spot our sexless marriages have dealt us.
'Can I come over tonight?' he asks with little winkie marks in his text (he has a hot Winkie I long to eat!).
mmm... my dimples deepen and Jen smiles with me as I type back: 'Sure' I respond knowing he is a time zone away and could never really get here.
Suddenly I hear the purr of a Harley. My knees get weak. Oh my GOD. It's a fucking purple Harley, no blue, no... God, it's his!
"No bloody way. George!?" I beam as I turn to the sound of the engine. Jenn pinches my arm and reminds me that my husband will be pulling up soon and I better get my tongue back in my mouth.
"Oh Jenn, when he gets here, tell him I got a ride with 'Joyce'! He will understand!" my eyes shoot fire and laughter as I run to the edge of the parking lot and drop my purse.
"Hi baby! I just had to be here in person to tell you that you are wonderful just the way you are. Don't let anyone tell you differently. It is almost over and then you will be free to be you; to spread your wings and soar like an eagle." He says as he holds my face in his hands.
I look down at the eagle on his Harley emblem. He was meant for me. I inhale his scent and a life force so deep flashes and burns in me to my core.
"Hi Baby." George says,
"Hi to you too." I reply
"How is my baby?" he asks with concern as he squeezes me.
"Good! Better! I truly can't believe you are here." I gush.
"I hope you feel better, I'm going to make sure you don't let him and his bullshit get to you. Hop on, now! No questions. Just be with me." He says.
"Kiss me! If you expect me to get on this bike you had better kiss me." I tease.
"You are wonderful and should always remember that. I will make you." He promises.
"I need to feel you George." I pant.
He comes over and hugs me.
"God I need to feel your arms around me... mmm baby.... get on this bike!" he demands with a smile on his tan
ned face. His teeth are so white. He is so handsome.
We get on the bike and ride off to the hotel across the street. My heart races. I feel his warmth rush through me as we hug so close on the quick trip. I wonder how many times I have looked over at that hotel, and wished he was there with me...
He parks and helps me off the bike. We are just standing there in the parking lot hugging. As he tightens to me I feel him giving me some of his strength. So quiet and tender. No hurry. I'm just warm and safe with him. His touch shows me he will always protect me. Take care of me.
"Mmm, ohh baby. I feel so safe in your arms!" I tell him.
"Never worry baby. Never be scared." He says as he wraps his arm around me and leads me into the hotel, putting a room card in my hand and smiling at me with those mischievous green eyes that make me so wet. Suddenly we hear a familiar song as we enter the elevator. 'I need You Now', by Lady Antebellum. Oh how we long for each other. Our love makes songs make sense. Whenever we hear this one we think of each other, and now we are able to hold each other.
"It's funny how I need to listen to something with you when we are apart." I whisper in his ear as the elevator stops at the 11th floor. "Harley man, my core is heating if you know what I mean!" I purr in his ear and laugh as we enter the room and close the door.
"Are you teasing me? Maybe you need a hose to cool you down?" he puts my hand on his crotch as he kisses my lips gently. Long and tender. Tongues dueling. Rubbing each other.
"We are clothed little girl, but not for long. We will take off one piece at a time. Teasing, building up. Both of us so hot but not wanting to go too fast." He gushes as he unbuttons my blouse. One button at a time, slipping it off.
"Mmm, baby. So nice." I purr.
"Let me rub your sweet breasts through your bra Beth." He stammers and starts fondling me harder.
"I love you George. You can't even speak when you hold me." I laugh. "Georgie boy, I understand you're cum babble and I love it. Remember you don't have enough blood to run both brains at the same time. You are a man after all!" I jibe, as we start massaging and rubbing, making each other moan. I unzip his jeans. He is squeezing me. I slide my little hand in to his shorts.
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