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She quickly fumbled with his pant button and zipper, slid his pants down his legs and freed his rapidly growing cock from his pants. She held it in her hands, feeling its contours, its strength, its eagerness to fuck her. She felt his fingers slide through and gently take hold of her curls. She looked up at him and he smiled.
Suddenly his cock pressed against her lips, parted them and filled her mouth. She struggled to find a rhythm, at first merely being used by him. "I'm no virgin," she thought to herself as she redoubled her efforts and began using her hand in tandem with her mouth. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling of his cock on her tongue, the salty taste of skin and sweat. She felt her clit tingle at the thought of this foreign cock flooding her mouth with cum. She heard his voice.
"That's it, let me fuck your sweet little mouth," and he groaned. She moaned around his cock, not daring to stop for fear he'd think less of her. Not that she could, his hand, though not hurting her, was quite insistent in the way it kept her too close to escape.
"Reach down and rub your pussy. I want you to moan on my cock." When she reached between her thighs she found that she was as wet and ready to be fucked as she had ever been. She almost cried on his cock as she found her clit and rubbed furiously. She wanted to cum so badly.
Suddenly he pulled her off his cock so fiercely that her lips smacked and she moaned into the empty air. He pulled her up by her shoulders and tossed her face down on the bed.
"Oh no, you don't get to cum until I'm inside you." And he climbed up behind her on the bed. Almost by instinct she slid forward on her knees, arched her back and presented her wet cunt to him. He rubbed the tip of his cock against the length of her slit.
"Such a dirty girl. You think your husband knows some guy is fucking his wife?"
The tip of his cock hit her clit and she moaned out, "Noooo."
He smiled, "Maybe we should call him."
Her eyes went wide but before she could say anything the length of his cock slipped into her sopping, wet pussy. His strong hands held her ass in place as he opened her to him. Sliding out and driving back in, slightly deeper. She grunted like an animal in heat.
"Either he never fucks you or I'm a bit bigger than he his." He panted out between thrusts. When she didn't answer he slapped her ass hard. "Which is it slut?"
Under any other circumstance that word would have caused her to leave, but now, "Slut" rang in her ears and it rang true. Here she was fucking some stranger in a hotel room as he asked her about her husband. At least tonight she was a slut and the thought, combined with everything else, caused her whole body to shudder in an earthquake of an orgasm.
Through it all, Rick kept fucking her, reaching places untouched in years. "I guess someone likes to be called slut, don't you slut?" He slapped her ass again.
"Nooooo," she moaned out, still not wanting to admit that aloud.
"Well you are a slut," he breathed, "a secret your husband doesn't know I bet. Look at you, being fucked by a total stranger in a hotel room. Fuck, you didn't even make me wear a condom before I fucked you."
Oh God! He was right. The fear the thought inspired was almost enough to bring her to her sense but then she felt his arm reach underneath her and his finger began rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. Any thought of stopping him vanished as her body mounted to another orgasm. She felt herself pushing back against him.
"That's it dirty girl, fuck me back and make me cum inside you."
Her body began shaking violent as she felt his thrusts quicken. She cried out loudly as wave after wave of pleasure overcame her. In the midst of this pleasure she felt him erupt inside of her, painting her womb with his semen. A stranger's cum. The thought overwhelmed her and she passed out.
When she came to, he was gone. She climbed to her wobbly legs and felt the stickiness on her thighs. She pressed her hand against her head, which throbbed with the pain of excess. A note lay on the bed.
"Give your husband my regards, Rick"
The End.
Wrong
His hand pushed down against my spine, holding me flat to the mattress. As I turned my head to look round at him he thrust downwards, pressing me deeper into the springs. My heart thudded heavily. For a moment I was so intently aware of the air against my exposed skin, the shock of cool hitting wet that I shivered. It drew a groan from him. A low and desperate sound.
Unseen I heard the pop of a plastic lid. It dropped softly against the carpet. Then the wet slurp of ointment being scooped out. My body tingled all the way to my toes. Fear, sharp and sudden blossomed, this was going to hurt. All the talk of taboo and dirty seemed less arousing with the possibility of actual pain. My breath choked in my throat as I fought for a way to phrase a refusal. Words that would decline but not kill the headiness of arousal.
The slap to my buttocks stole my thoughts. Leaving only the heat and sting across softly jiggling skin. Again and again. My breath stopped. My cunt wept. My brain whipped wildly between wanting and not wanting.
Just when I'd adjusted to the rhythm of slap and wait he pressed his cock to my hole. My body was too lost in the rough and tumble of restrained force to voice an objection. My fingers dug into the quilt below me. I was wrestling with the idea of twisting, turning and rolling out from under him but he rested his weight on me, pinning me firmly.
His cock head pulsed against my arsehole. One, twice, I began to shake my head, no, but he thrust downwards. So hard and so fast, his cock so thickly greased, that my body opened for him in a way it never had before. Thick, thick, swollen meat filled my unused hole, so thoroughly that I squeaked in shock. My taut anal muscle rang hot with the force. I gasped, too shocked to interpret any sensation. His cock was thicker than it had ever been, feeling more like a fist. It sat deep inside me, pulsing with forbidden promise. My muscles were stinging. My body jerked under his in an attempt to reject his invasion. He groaned and hissed through his teeth. Shockingly his cock seemed to grow. It pulsed and thickened even further. His thighs shuddered as they pressed against mine.
Just when I thought he was in as deep as he could go he pressed down and opened me up another inch, then two. I gasped. He groaned. It was in my head to push him off, the shock so encompassing, then I breathed out and realised that though it hurt it was not the hurt of my fears.
My arse did hurt, it burned and pulsed with the abuse of the invasion, but the heat moistened my cunt beyond it regular slickness. I could feel my arousal sliding down my thighs. I made a soft helpless sound, trapped between my pain and my desire. Unable to decide.
I didn't have to. He chose for me. With a roar of masculine need he pulled back a fraction, grazing his cock against the sensitive wall of my arse, then he shoved down with his hips with a ferocity that overwhelmed me. His cock speared deep into my arse. It felt like his arm and not his cock was fucking me. My hole was so narrow, so tight, that his cock was magnified proportionately. It delved like a punch that kept coming until it felt like acres of cock ploughed all the way to my throat.
The sensation was so strong, so wrong, that I cried out. He stopped, held himself still so that the only movement was the thud of his pulse. That pulse was so strong, so deeply buried in me, that I moaned and stretched beneath him. Rolling my spine so that my buttocks pushed upwards towards him, a small encouragement that didn't go a miss.
He took advantage of my raised hips and slipped his hand between my legs. Two fingers slid into my wet sex. Orgasm hit like a sledgehammer. I rocked and groaned, helpless beneath him. With a growl he added two more fingers, stretching open my pulsing cunt and force-feeding my body with sensation. His heat surrounded me, invaded me, and coaxed me. Whichever way I turned I was assailed by yet more. Arching upwards would rasp my shoulders with his chest hair, straining away from his fingers forced his cock deeper into my aching arse, and peeling away from his cock impaled me on his fingers. I rocked in sensational oblivion. My body so alive to every touch that I could only shake and tremble, my mouth too disconnected f
rom my brain to form words.
He waited until the climax subsided. Until I was shivering weakly, panting. I could feel the tension of his intention but lacked the awareness to prepare for it. A fingernail grazed the hard bud of my nipple and as my body jerked in reaction he pulled away from me. His cock seemed to stretch my arse on its way out almost as much as its entry. The feeling so unexpected that I had barely registered that when he thrust back in. Stiffening beneath him at the fierce lunge, my muscles tensing in protest, his fingers bunched inside my cunt spread wide open, stretching those muscles from within.
As I grew accustomed to the feeling of being stretched so taut the pain lessened and was replaced by the sensation of him sliding his greased cock along the walls of my arse. It was not somewhere that had been tickled before and felt something like a blow to the funny bone, painful and strange all at once. With the understanding that this was not true pain, not unbearable, I relaxed more deeply and was assailed by the sensation of his cock rubbing the length of that tight, tight space. His breathing deepened and that triggered yet another sensation. The knowledge that my body was going to make him cum. I felt the tension in his thighs, the stiffening of his cock, the burrowing of his fingers and the shuddering of his breath on my shoulder.
"Dirty little bitch." He hissed.
I smiled at the words, couldn't stop myself. They were not pleasant ones but from his lips they were the highest of compliments. Worth more than all the goddesses and angels in the world. Better still I felt dirty, his fat swollen cock pumping grease into my arse. It didn't matter how liberated I was it felt wrong. And when something felt this wrong it had to be right.
I ground down against his hand, demanding, urging, his fingers probed deep inside me, ripping another orgasm from my body. It was too much for him; he gave a bellow, one of shock and triumph. With a painful grinding of his hips he pumped thick streams of hot cum into my arse whilst I shook and spasmed beneath him, my own pleasure heightened by his.
I sighed and stretched my arms above my head, my body pulsing with satisfaction. "Ok you were right. I do like anal. That means you get to watch the sports channel."
He snorted with laughter and slapped a palm across my bum. "I don't know why you argue with me, we haven't found anything that you don't like yet."
The End.
Ginger's Hot Tub
Their drinks arrived and Ginger offered a smile to the girl who delivered them to the table. 'Thanks,' she said and sipped the margarita. She perused the bar. 'We were lucky to get a table,' she remarked to her friend.
Kathy quickly studied the room; she saw subdued lighting, a band tuning up, and happy-faced people enjoying their weekend freedom. It was Saturday night, a rare opportunity for the two women to enjoy a few drinks and a girlie catch-up. 'Yeah,' she drawled. 'Busy in here.' She nodded in the direction of the bar. 'And those guys over there are checking you out. They keep looking at your boobs.' She pouted, expression petulant, and pointed at Ginger's breasts. 'No fair, you had them done.'
Ginger examined herself critically. 'Am I showing too much?'
The attractive blonde grinned. 'No, you dope. I'm just messin' with ya.'
Ginger brightened and she returned the grin. 'You bitch. You know I take you seriously. The smirk slid away and she regarded her friend seriously. 'Anyway, you're gorgeous as you are. All natural.' She reached out and fingered her friend's blonde hair. 'I love your hair ... and you've got a great figure.' She paused and then said, 'And you've got balls ... Metaphorically speaking.'
'Is that why you had your boobs done?' Kathy asked 'A confidence thing ...'
Ginger considered the question for a moment and then shrugged. 'I guess so. Partly.' She nodded.
A man approached the table and interrupted their discourse. Kathy looked up at him.
The man's eyes fell to Ginger's cleavage. He smirked. 'Hello, ladies,' he said, thumbs hooked into the belt loops of his faded jeans.
Kathy's eyes flashed when she noticed the man's line of sight. She found his cocksure attitude abrasive. With a withering stare she studied him for a long moment; saw arrogant confidence in all of his ... what ... twenty-two years? OK, so he was film-star hot, good-looking with cute dimples and a tight tee-shirt across an obviously great body – the kind of guy Kathy would take home and use mercilessly before she threw his desiccated, exhausted ass out onto the street. But a devil sat on her shoulder that night.
With a dangerous grin Kathy pointed at Ginger and said quietly, ''She's married ... And if she were to have an affair, it'd be with me. So do me a favor and fuck off, kid.' For emphasis she rose out of her chair and leaned across the table. Kathy reached a hand around Ginger's head and pulled her friend's face in for a kiss.
'I think I've had way too much to drink,' Kathy mumbled when the man fled.
Stunned, wide-eyed with shock, Ginger stared at Kathy. 'Oh. My. God! ... What the hell?'
'Can we get a cab outta here?' Kathy asked.
***
The taxi dropped the pair at Ginger's home. The two women giggled at Kathy's strong handling of the would-be lothario and, slumped together side-by-side, arms around each other, walked up the long, curving driveway carrying their shoes.
Holding onto her friend's arm, Kathy stopped at the bottom of the wide steps that led up to the front door. 'Damn but you've got a nice place, Ginger. I'm envious every time I visit.'
Ginger blushed, always uncomfortable when Kathy made comparisons between their respective fortunes. Self-deprecatingly, she replied, 'I got lucky with a job interview after college.'
Kathy shrugged and moved her hand to take Ginger's fingers. 'Hey,' she said and squeezed gently. 'Good for you. As long as I can come over and use your hot-tub sometimes ...'
'Good idea,' Ginger said. 'We could take a little dip now.'
'Come on!' Kathy released Ginger's hand and climbed the steps. She laughed as she looked back over her shoulder. 'Hurry up!' Inside, after both women had dropped their shoes by the front door, Kathy made for the kitchen. 'I'm the one who works in a bar,' she said, 'so I'll mix us some mean margaritas!'
While Kathy poured and mixed she heard the toilet flush upstairs. After a moment's pause Ginger called down. 'Little problem,' she shouted.
Kathy sliced a lime and called back, 'Oh yeah? What?'
'Bathing suit ... I don't think any of my bikinis will fit you.'
Another pause as Kathy sipped her drink. 'I wasn't planning on wearing a costume!' Kathy heard Ginger's descending footsteps.
Her friend appeared. 'You mean we should—'
'—Skinny dip,' Kathy finished. She nodded and gestured along the front of her body in a sweeping with both hands. 'Yep. Nekkid,' she drawled. With a teasing glint in her eye she continued: 'I know I'm hot stuff ...' She leered at her friend. 'What about you? Are you too shy to show your body off in front of me, Ginger? Too scared of the comp-ee-tishon?'
'With these boobs?' Ginger retorted. She rolled her eyes and gestured at her own chest. 'Pfffft.'
On the deck at the rear of the big house Ginger gasped and turned to her friend. 'How strong did you mix these drinks? Jesus, Kathy ...'
'Strong enough, baby. Gotta give you Dutch courage to put your nekkid body up to the contest with me.' Kathy carefully placed her drink on a picnic table with all the exaggerated care of someone who knows they've had a lot to drink already. She smirked at Ginger. 'If you're too chicken, I'll go first.' She wriggled out of her dress, leaving it in an untidy heap on the wooden planks. Her underwear followed. Kathy posed with her hands in the air. 'Ta-dah!'
Without further preamble she lifted her drink from the table and, after a delicate sip, eyed her friend over the rim. Next Kathy padded barefoot to the edge of the tub and set the glass on the decking before she slid into the water.
Kathy sipped at the reclaimed margarita and smirked while she watched Ginger undress.
'Damn, Ginger,' she said as she examined Ginger's nudity. 'Those tits are fine. You know ... I've always wante
d to ask you ... but I wondered if ... well ... could I just touch 'em?'
Ginger eased her body into the warm embrace of the hot tub. She turned to face Kathy. 'Sure,' she said and shrugged. 'I get asked that more often than you might think.' She moved through the water and stopped a foot away from Kathy. Ginger offered her breasts and grinned 'Here, cop a feel.'
Ginger gasped. It was the expression on Kathy's face, that look and the fact that Kathy's thumbs slid across her nipples, an erotic touch that had Ginger's teats thickening in a strange rush of arousal.
'Wow,' Kathy whispered, pretending she didn't notice the change in Ginger's body as her thumbs teased the long teats. 'They feel so ... so ...' She shook her head, Ginger's breasts still in her palms.
'Kathy ...' Ginger croaked, her throat suddenly dry.
'Yes, baby?' Kathy said quietly while her thumbs continued their languid circling.
'Uh ...' Ginger shook her head. 'I ...'
'What, Ginger?' the woman replied, her eyes staring into her friend's, her fingers stroking the taut flanks. 'Am I spending too long on your tits?'
Confused by the alcohol and the unexpected shift in mood Ginger remained mute and merely shook her head.
'Can I ...' Kathy asked, hesitating. 'Can I just kiss them? I just want to suck on your gorgeous nipples, Ginger ...' Her head moved down. 'Just a little suck on your tits ... Just to try ...'
'Oh, Kathy,' Ginger moaned, her hand caressing her friend's hair as the woman's lips closed around her flesh. 'Oh ...'
Kathy's tongue flicked over Ginger's engorged nipples, one to the other, back and forth. She groaned and lifted each breast to her mouth, sucking and nibbling gently.
'My pussy is getting wet,' Kathy sighed as she let a pink teat slip from her lips. She circled the areola with her tongue. 'I'm getting hot and horny, Ginger ...'
'Oh, shit,' ginger moaned. 'Me too. Kathy ... What are you doing to me? I never thought you ...'