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A short stay in fucksville
December 21, 2004
Whenever I meet up with Seth, its in the middle of the day. Our phone conversations are quick and no-nonsense; we decide on a time and one of our two regular bars.
Its never hard to find him at the bar because he’s the punk guy with the knitted cap pulled down tight over his head (even in the summer). That, and the fact that its noon on a weekday and we’re meeting in a nearly empty bar, where I down some bourbon and he outpaces me with Budweiser. (“How can you drink that stuff?” “Hey, its punk rock because its cheap”)
Seth and I see each other once a month at the very most, usually much less often, so we always have a lot of catching up to do while we’re drinking. We swap stories about work, boy and girl friends, sex we’ve been having, all the good stuff. At some point we get to a natural stopping point and we hop a cab and head to our short stay hotel of choice: cash money, fake names, room key, shower, flop down on the coverless bed (these beds are not made for sleeping).
When I saw him this past Friday, I was boiling over with my newly discovered post-paper completion libido. Our time together is always hot, full of dirty talk and laughter, but this round was extra-hot for some reason.
As soon as the door swung shut at the St. Mark’s Hotel, we were clawing at each other. As I pulled my clothes off I began to coyly apologize, “I know you’re not a huge fan of the thong, and you like something that hints at the ass without showing all, but today I’m wearing a thong that has a cute skirt thing over it…” I pointed my ass toward him to let him examine it.
“You have a mighty fine ass - and you know I don’t say that to all the girls, just the ones with the mighty fine asses,” he smirked.
I let him run his hands up from my ass, across my stomach and to the place where my tits connect to the rest of me, and I shivered my approval.
“Put your hands up against the mirror and spread em, I want you to see the faces you make when I lick your asshole.” Large mirrors are my favorite part of short stay hotels. Okay, second favorite - the fucking gets spot number one.
He pulled my panties to the side in that perfect way, so they’d pull taut against my labia. My pulse began to throb in my pussy as he worked his tongue into my asshole. I felt myself opening up for him; he didn’t give me quite enough to come, but surely enough to make my knees a little weak.
As I pulled his pants down he wiggled his cock at me and said the phrase I’ve learned to long for: “You wanna touch it?” - a phrase that could be creepy said by anyone else, but when mouthed by Seth makes me laugh and get cock hungry.
I spat on his cock and, using my thumb, mixed it with his precum as I delicately sucked his balls, which he proudly announced he’d shaved just for my sucking pleasure.
Pretty soon I couldn’t help but roll a condom smoothly down his cock and leap on top of him. I rocked myself so his cock nuzzled my g-spot, and I came quickly, shuddering on top of him. I paused for a moment and he laughed as I went wide-eyed. I needed more, so I fucked myself into two more orgasms. The last one gave me a foot cramp, so I rolled off of him and onto my back, whimpering (in a bad way).
He wedged a pillow under my ass, pulled my feet into the rubbing and licking zone and began to fuck me. I felt his tongue caressing the arches of my feet and heard his body crashing into mine with that slapping sound only made by two people fucking. He was ready to come, I could feel it. He wanted to know if I wanted to see his come, and I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more (except maybe more orgasms for me, greedy bitch that I am). He pulled out, yanked the condom off and spurted on my tits, distributing his wad nicely between the two.
After another five minutes (and a beer for each of us), we were ready for round two, and I told him that he wasn’t leaving the room until he fucked me hard from behind and gave me the what for with his cock. He did. I was face down, ass up, and as he pounded away I was uttering things ineligible for dictionary status. I felt him slip his fingers between my toes, which sent me into an orgasm that made half of my face go numb.
He told me he was going to come all over my round ass, and he did, though his concentration and come distribution that time wasn’t as accurate as the first time around.
Posted by Dacia at December 21, 2004 02:30 PM
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