The Present…
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU TWO WANT?”
After my yell there was silence outside our door. Amber and Brie were no doubt wondering whether to answer or flee. Perhaps I overreacted? My only excuse was that I’d reached my limit of ‘almost’ having sex!
Poised above me, Danny froze like a deer caught in headlights. Soft kisses to my neck ceased. The cock tip between my outer lips, which had just begun penetrating my pussy, pulled back as he swore in frustration. I felt his frustration. To have come so close, AGAIN!, only to have something come between us finally having sex… God definitely has a sense of humor!
With a groan of defeat, Danny turned his head to look at the door of our bedroom. There was a sudden look of an Oh-Shit! moment on his face before he moved quickly from between my legs to lie down beside me. Pulling the sheets up to cover our nakedness, he whispered, “Is that door locked?”
Crap! It wasn’t! I shook my head.
“OK. I’ll find out what my sister wants and lock the door,” Danny said and started to scoot out of bed.
‘Oh, hell no!’, was my only thought as I grabbed his arm and pulled him back before he could move from under the bedsheets. The last thing I wanted was for him to get caught up in some family thing. No one out there was MY family though! I could, and would, tell ’em to eat shit and die! All with a glad heart the way I was feeling… So I pressed Danny flat to the mattress and told him, “Danny, you’re not leaving this bed unless the damned hotel is on fire!”
I swung out of bed and found where I’d tossed the nightshirt I’d worn earlier. Slipping it over my head, I continued, “I’ll find out what those girls want and lock our door.” With a pointed finger and an admonishing ‘Stay!’, directed at Danny, I opened the door.
Behind me I heard Danny huff, “I am not a dog!”
In front of me, Brie, Amber and Stanley were on the other side of the common area. Opening my arms, in an aggrieved tone I asked them, “What?”
“We just wondered if it would be OK to invite a couple of friends over,” Amber replied timidly.
Was that all? A couple of friends invited for a sleepover in an expensive hotel suite? Hell, it’s what I would have wanted to do in their shoes. After all, an opportunity like this doesn’t happen very often…
“Go for it,” I agreed, happy to have settled the problem in under a minute. I went to the mini-bar and loaded my hands up with the small booze bottles. “One condition, though. You leave me and Danny alone.”
They quickly agreed and I went back to the bedroom, this time making certain to lock the door. Thinking that Danny and I might want to get silly drunk later, I stuck my head back out the door, “One more thing. Call room service and ask them to send someone to restock the mini-bar. Add a nice tip to the bill and just sign for it to be charged to the room.”
I closed the door, made sure to lock it again, stacked the bottles in my hand on the nightstand, stripped off my nightshirt and jumped onto the bed next to Danny. All in less than ten seconds. I was horny and in a hurry! This time Danny wasn’t half comatose in a drunken stupor. This time Danny was awake and an arm snaked around my waist to pull me down, around and under him all in one motion.
“I think you missed me,” I laughed.
My eyes would need a few moments to adjust to the gloom of our bedroom but I didn’t need eyes to feel Danny’s lips on mine, his hand cupping my breast. A slight nod of his head and warm breath in my ear, “Every second…”
I needed very little to be ready. This time as Danny moved on top of me… This time as I spread my legs to let him settle between my thighs… This time as I reached between us to guide Danny’s cock to my pussy slit… This time as I moved his cock tip up and down my slit to moisten it… This time there were no interruptions. I felt pressure and sighed in pleasure as Danny took me. My sigh was half in pleasure, half in relief, that I finally had Danny inside me despite all that had kept us so close and yet so far from this moment.
Soon my sighs were all in pleasure as Danny took his time and in small, slow strokes pushed into me. Once his cock was firmly inside me, I took my hand away from between my thighs to enjoy that wonderful feeling of having my pussy stretched and filled. With easy in-and-out motions, Danny lubricated his cock with my juices. Once deep in my pussy, he stayed his motion and groaned out his pleasure, ‘God, you’re incredible.’
Feeling a thick cock stretching me deliciously wide, I put my mouth next to Danny’s ear and sighed that he felt just as good to me. Lifting my knees, I let my legs fall to the sides to open myself so Danny could take me deep with every bit of his cock.
Danny continued to lie atop me without moving except for a slow shifting of his body occasionally as we kissed. With every small motion, it felt as if Danny’s cock slid deeper inside me. Stretched my pussy wider… I was very content to just lie there with his weight pressing me into the mattress while his mouth on my lips and neck continued to make me gasp and quiver. I’d done my part in just getting us to where we were now. Everything past this point was all up to Danny. It wasn’t long before I felt Danny’s hips begin to move and the slide of his cock inside my very wet pussy made thinking impossible.
I closed my eyes and whispered to no one in particular, ‘Oh fuck, this feels so good…’
It had been a very long time since I’d enjoyed a man making love to me. With clients, it was just about sex. With clients, I always had to be thinking about their pleasure. With clients, my purpose was to put their enjoyment before mine. With Danny, all I had to think about was the sensations I felt between my legs as my body responded to a lover and not a client.
Danny continued to take me with slow, deep movements until his shaft was completely lubricated with my juices. God, I was so wet that even Danny’s thick cock slid between my tight pussy with ease. Deep inside me, cunt muscles flexed… Constricting pussy walls tried to grip the moving hardness that felt so damned good. Consciously I contracted those muscles more and Danny gasped as my pussy walls clamped around his cock in a tight embrace I held for as long as I could before I had to relax. Then I clamped my muscles hard again, exercising muscles that Sandra had shown me that I had. She’d told me that men wanted a tight cunt and I’d strengthened those muscles on many cocks since.
Cool air replaced Danny’s warm skin as he rose up on his elbows to thrust harder. My breasts moved in response to the thrusts between my legs. Danny’s eyes were drawn to their rhythmic dance on my chest. I closed my eyes as Danny pushed harder. My mouth opened to expel quiet grunts and small puffs of breath in time to his thrusts. I kept my eyes closed and let my arms fall to the mattress as his mouth found its way to my neck again. Everything I was feeling between my thighs robbed me of my will to want to do anything but lie beneath Danny and feel the myriad sensations as his cock plunged into me and his hard pubic thrusts crashed into my pussy lips. I surrendered completely to anything he wanted to do with my body.
I discovered in many, many ways that there was indeed so much Danny wanted to do with my compliant body. Danny’s cock never stopped moving between my thighs and neither did his hands and mouth over other parts of my body. Lips moved from my neck to my lips and back… Biting my earlobe… Kissing my lips, nuzzling, licking the tender skin of my neck… Sucking hard on my nipples… Hot breaths on my skin that made me want to pull my neck away from the sweet torture that was making me gasp and shiver while at the same time I wanted to press my flesh harder to Danny’s mouth.
Through all of this my body never stopped moving, shifting in response to Danny’s hands, mouth and cock. I didn’t stop telling Danny with moans and words how good his cock inside me felt. How wonderful what he was doing felt… To fuck me harder… To suck my nipples deeper into his mouth…
Danny groaned how good I felt as he stopped thrusting to press hard against my pussy. The grinding of his hard pubic bone into my soft lips and stimulated clit caused my hips to move, thrusting up, trying to push my pussy harder against that wonderful, grinding abuse.
Whether kissing me or sucking on my nipples, Danny’s hips never stopped moving between my legs. It didn’t matter if Danny was thrusting or grinding, my pussy responded with copious amounts of thick juice that coated Danny’s cock. Each new thrust pulled more of this thick grool from deep inside my cunt. Each new thrust would leave some of it against the stretched, pink skin at the entrance to my pussy. Gradually this thick creampie of my own deep, thick cunt juice collected and grew until gravity and the hard fucking by Danny started a slow-motion avalanche of this thick pussy juice to run down my ass crack.
As Danny grew closer to completion, his thrusts came increasingly faster, crashing into me harder, pushing my ass into the mattress. My entire body, not just my tits, was being shifted by the shock of our hips meeting as I opened my legs wider and lifted my legs to enhance my pleasure at the new angle his cock took me. Louder sounds of our fucking bodies coming together filled our room along with our grunts and moans. Danny fucked me harder even as his hands played rougher with my breasts. Cupping and molding the soft tissue into hard mounds, Danny tested how strongly he could grip my tits without a complaint from me.
I love rough tit play. With full 34DD cups, I had a lot of tit for Danny to grip in his strong fingers. I could have put my hand atop his to press his fingers deeper into my flesh. I could have but I didn’t. It was up to Danny to discover for himself that my groans were not protests as he molded my tits into harder and tighter mounds. Instead, my groans came from the deep, profound enjoyment I had as fingers clamped tighter on my tits. When he rose up higher above me to allow his mouth to clamp upon my nipples, I pushed my tit up against his sucking mouth and teeth.
A large amount of my flesh was sucked into Danny’s mouth where his tongue lashed my engorged nipples. Teeth nipped and pulled on the erectile tissue. Hands gripped the base of my tits while hard sucking on my nipples caused them to ache deliciously as tongue and teeth caused me to cry out for more while my hands on the back of Danny’s head pressed him harder to my tits.
Oh, fuuuck… Through all his testing of how hard I’d allow him to suck on and mold my tits, Danny’s thrusts never stopped. His thick cock moving faster, my gasps of expelled air from my slack, open mouth coming more often and louder in the near darkness. The sound of our fucking bodies meeting grew louder along with the longer, more frequent moans and gasps, mostly mine.
Balanced on one elbow or the other, Danny lavished attention to both my breasts. The sweet, sweet pain I felt as my tits were crushed in strong hands combined with and heightened the euphoric feelings radiating from my pussy. I deny myself the satisfaction of rough titty play with clients. Bruised tits were not something the next client might want to see. With Danny, I not only allowed but wanted his rough hands and mouth to maul my flesh. The increasing pain in my tits combined with the sublime fucking my pussy was receiving… Pain and pleasure… I was trying to push my tits and hips upwards at the same time, my hips thrusting up to meet Danny’s thrusts coming down while inviting his hands to my tits.
Shit, I was so close… I hadn’t expected to orgasm this first time with Danny. I hadn’t expected him to last this long because of his lack of pussy. I hadn’t expected him to instinctively know how to give me this much pleasure. But, oh my God he was bringing me! But, Danny was close, also. Abandoning my tits to rise above me on locked arms his thrusts became frantic… Rapid and powerful blows to my pussy lips pushed me across the sheets… I felt sweat droplets fall on my tits and stomach. Grasping handfuls of the sheets, I gasped out how good this was. How close I was…
I’m certain that Danny would have tried to control himself if he’d known I needed only a minute or two longer. But he’d reached his limit and groaned that he was going to come just before pressing hard against my pussy lips… I didn’t need his gasps to tell me that he was filling me with his cum in a series of short, hard jabs. I could feel his cock swell and contract, each pulsating movement releasing more cum as he crushed my pussy lips in his attempt to force his cock deeper.
As Danny pushed harder, trying to come as deep inside me as possible, the grinding against my pussy lips just above my clit almost brought me… Almost. But I didn’t give a shit as the crushing force between my thighs lessened and stopped as Danny’s cock ceased pulsing his cum into my cunt. Danny remained poised above me for several moments after he came until with a heartfelt, ‘Oh, my God,’ he collapsed onto my body.
Our sweat mingled as Danny panted for breath. I could feel his heart beating wildly against my tits as I released my hold on the sheets to wrap my arms around his shoulders to pull him to me. I hadn’t come but I really didn’t give a damn. I had a very satisfied, cum filled pussy!
Except for the lack of my own orgasm, which I hadn’t really expected to achieve, everything was what I’d wanted for our first time together. We’d finally had sex! I’d had a man make love to me and not a client having sex with me! I had a warm, tight body on top of me and a still hard cock driving me crazy with every small movement it made in my pussy. I could feel a rapid heartbeat on my breasts and somewhere deep inside me, I had Danny’s cum…
If my pussy was a cat, it would have been purring with happiness. But, I could tell Danny over and over how good I felt.
But it wasn’t and I wasn’t allowed an opportunity to express my feelings further as Danny regained his breath only to find my mouth with his. In between kisses and Danny began telling me in different ways how incredible this had been, how wonderful I was… Having regained his breath, he continued for some time mingling kisses with words that would have made little sense to someone unaware that he’d just had sex for the first time in years.
When Danny finally did attempt to rise up off of me, I tightened my arms around his shoulders and asked, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I thought that my weight… I didn’t want to smoosh you.”
“Turn us over,” I said and tightened my arms and legs around him as he did just that. On top of him now, I stretched out on his body and smiled down at him as I asked, “Am I too heavy? Am I smooshing you?”
“No,” Danny answered. “You feel great!”
“This is how you feel to me. You’re not heavy at all. I like having you on top of me,” I said. “Now turn us back over.”
Danny laughed and did, then leaned his head down to nuzzle my neck. But he didn’t make any more attempts to move off me.
I could tell that Danny’s cock was growing soft and now that my pussy was satisfied and purring like a cat filled with cream, real-world matters began intruding. For one thing, I needed to pee again. Damn my small bladder! For another, just like the cat filled with cream, my pussy was filled with another type of cream. I had no doubt that my own wetness had created a wet spot on the bedsheet but, mindful that we were going to have to sleep on these sheets, I didn’t see the need to add what had to be a large amount of Danny’s cum to the wet spot.
I told Danny of my need to pee. He nodded and as he rose up to move off me, I asked him to bring me a damp washcloth as his cock left my pussy.
While Danny walked towards our bathroom. I rolled onto my side to watch his tight butt as he walked away. Well, to watch his tight ass and because I wanted as little cum on these sheets as possible. I tried very hard to keep my abdominal muscles slack. I tried very hard not to tense deep muscles and expel the cum inside me. What cum did leak from between my pussy lips pooled on my thigh instead of running down my ass crack to wet the bed. When the pool grew too large and threatened to run down my thigh, I slid my fingers through it to disperse some of the cum across my skin.
I was sucking my fingers clean when Danny returned and offered me the cloth, I shook my head, No.
“You made the mess so you should clean it up,” I told Danny as I lifted and bent one knee to reveal the thick, white of his creampie oozing from my pussy. My inexperienced ‘fiancee’ grinned, understanding my meaning immediately. Danny sat on the edge of the bed and…
I yelped at the touch and scolded, “Next time bring a warm, damp cloth!”
There was no denying that Danny was smart but there was so much I’d have to teach my inexperienced nerd.
Danny swore he would and began to wipe up the cum. I was now free to push and flex deep, cunt muscles and a large discharge of thick cum spilled from my pussy. Much more!
Danny caught the flow with the cloth and laughed, “I didn’t know you could push out, you know, like that.”
I shook my head at how inexperienced with women my nerd was. There was sooo much I needed to teach him.
“You have muscles that you can use to move your dick. We girls have muscles that can contract our vaginal walls,” I replied, beginning to teach my nerd things he’d never learn from reading a book. I didn’t see the need to tell him I regularly did exercises to keep those deep muscles strong. Clients loved a tight pussy gripping their cocks. Soon, Danny was staring at my pussy as if disappointed at the stoppage of cum flow. I think he liked playing with my pussy.
Stifling more laughter, I took the cloth and pressed it to my pussy lips to stop further drips as I walked to the bathroom. After peeing, I remained on the toilet. Using two and then three fingers to open my slit, I waited to let gravity have a turn in ridding me of excess cum. I’d done this so many times after clients had used me that I no longer felt any embarrassment or hesitancy in fingering my pussy open to help cum drip out.
Satisfied that I was as empty of cum as I was going to be, I wiped off my pussy and washed my fingers before rejoining Danny. I was relaxed as only a well-fucked woman can be as I got under the sheets to snuggle into the crook of Danny’s arm beside his warm body. I could hear music and undecipherable voices outside our door. It was a little loud but I decided I could live with it since the noise would cover the sounds Danny and I would make the next time we made love.
‘Made love…,’ I thought and laughed silently to myself while molding my body closer to Danny’s side. I’d thought about ‘screwing’ and ‘getting fucked’ by clients for so long… It was strange to think about sex again as ‘making love.’
We both stayed quiet as our bodies continued to relax. Danny was the first to break the silence. Putting a hand over his eyes, he muttered, “Damn, I can’t believe how long it’s been since I…” Danny stopped talking suddenly and didn’t continue. I started doing some rough math… How long it had been since the Summer before Danny entered his Freshman year of high school… Damn! That was a hell of a long dry spell! The longest I’d gone without sex since spreading my legs that first time was a couple of months. Going without sex for years?! Ugghh!
I knew why Danny was thinking about how long it had been but I was feeling playful. I pushed away from his side to put some space between us. As stern as I could make my voice, I said accusingly, “You’re with me and you’re thinking about being with The Bug!?”
“No! No, I was just thinking how long it’s been since…”
“Since you were screwing The Bug,” I accused.
“It’s not like that,” Danny protested again but even in the dark of the room he must have finally noticed the smile on my lips. An arm went around my waist and dragged me back against him.
“Damn, you’re such a tease! Stop doing that to me!”
“Ahh, but you’re such an easy target,” I replied and didn’t resist as he pulled me closer for more kisses.
Danny broke our kiss to ask, “Well, you know how long it’s been for me. How long has it been for you?”
“Seriously. You’re asking me that now?”
“Yeah, I am. I told you, I think it’s only fair that you tell me.”
“Alright, then,” I started, propping myself up on an elbow to look Danny in the eye. “Honest truth, I haven’t had a man make love to me in almost a year.”
Okay! So I skirted the truth by a narrow margin. But it was still the truth to me. Clients were someone I had sex with. I didn’t make love to them and they didn’t make love to me. We fucked. And, well… Sandra and the other ladies I occasionally enjoyed time with? They were definitely not men!
“It’s hard to believe that a girl as pretty as you doesn’t have guys lined up…”
“I told you the honest truth. Maybe I just never met the right guy.”
“And I’m the right guy?” Danny put a hand under his head, stared at the ceiling and mused, “Huh. You sure never seemed all that interested in me before.”
“Did you ever ask me out?”
“Well, no. But I never had enough money. Dinner and a movie. A taxi…”
“Money. Money. Money! I didn’t care you were broke,” I repeated with some heat in my voice. Pushing my face closer to his, I asked, “Do you have a TV and a microwave?”
“Well. Yeah…”
“Would microwave popcorn and a six-pack of beer or soft drinks have broken your bank? Was, ‘Hey, Olivia. I’m just gonna hang out and watch some movies tonight. Like to join me?’ Was that too hard for you to say?”
“Well. No…”
“You are such a dumbass nerd,” I accused, collecting sheets to draw over us before I laid my head back onto Danny’s chest.
If Danny had anything to say in his defense, he left it unsaid as the fingers of my hand began slowly playing in and following the narrow trail of sparse hair that started between his nipples and ended at his… I smiled as I lightly trailed a fingernail along the top of his still flaccid cock and…
‘Yummy,’ I thought as his cock twitched slightly. ‘Look at the great toy Santa’s brought me and it’s not even Christmas!’ There were already definite signs of life returning to his cock as I let my fingers play.
Danny continued to remain quiet and not move as I played with his cock, no doubt concentrating on his slowly hardening cock in my grasp as I began a slow stroking motion up and down its increasing length. I was in no hurry and I’m sure Danny was wondering what I would do next as his heartbeats sped up in the chest under my head.
Stroking Danny’s cock soon produced proof that he was enjoying what my hand was doing. I milked his now semi-hard shaft to add more pre-cum to the large drop forming on his tip before spreading the wetness over the large bulb with my thumb. One drop… Two… Danny moaned softly as I collected the third drop onto my fingernail and brought it to my mouth. I let him watch as my tongue flicked out to lick it off my fingertip.
Wanting more of the slippery fluid I decided Danny needed only a little more inducement to get his cock hard enough to be of use. Pulling the sheets up, I ducked my head under the covers and began inching my way down his body.
It was dark under the covers but I knew what I wanted and where it was. I took my time trailing kisses down Danny’s stomach, feeling his muscles tense and tremble, smelling the musk of a male. There was a lingering scent of pussy on his cock from our previous sex the closer I got to my prize.
When my lips brushed against his tip, Danny’s soft moan was all I’d hoped for. When I licked and ran my tongue around the head of his cock, his moan was louder. When I opened my mouth to take just the large head into my mouth, Danny responded with a stronger, ‘Oh, fuck that’s so good!’
With my head lying on Danny’s stomach, I gave all my attention to the cock tip in my mouth. Sucking and licking on just the tip before I moved to take more of the shaft. I gave the same slow attention to the next inch. Edging the sensitive underside with a rasping tongue. Taking my time, I ate Danny’s thick cock one slow inch at a time, sucking hard while running my tongue against the now very hard shaft. Moving my head down further a little at a time to let the tip slide deeper until I felt the thick bulb pushing against the back of my mouth.
Under the sheets, I let Danny’s cock slip from my mouth as I pulled my hair back and out of the way. Danny must have thought I was through playing and let out a small groan of disappointment. Boy, was he wrong!
Maybe I never let a guy come in my mouth before I became a call girl, but I always loved sucking cock. Always have, always will. I sucked my first cock a year before I lost my virginity at the tender age of… Well, I’ll leave my age out of this. All I’ll say now is that I discovered I liked how a cock feels, both hard and soft, while in my mouth at a pretty young age.
The very first cock I sucked had belonged to a boy who lived on the street behind mine in our subdivision. Crouching behind stacked boxes in his garage, both of us were so scared of being discovered that we couldn’t really enjoy what was happening. There was only a minute of fumbling about with his zipper and hand stroking before he dared me to use my mouth like a girl had in a porn movie he’d seen.
I had his cock in my mouth for only a short time before other kids began calling our names and started searching for us. But in that short time I learned to love making a boy moan with my mouth. There had been no completion before I left him to fumble his cock back into his pants while I ran to tell the group that I didn’t know where he was.
I learned many other things a girl needs to know to be a good cocksucker in high school. I didn’t mind taking a load to my face unless cum got into my eyes and stung. Cum wipes off and maybe, just maybe, it’s good for the skin because I never had many zits all through school. I cared about cum in my hair even less. I learned not to let it clump up but to spread it out in my hair with my fingers. Cum dries faster that way. Once it dried? A few strokes with a hairbrush as my date drove me home and the cum would just flake away like dandruff that could be brushed off my shirts before I entered my house.
I’ve come a long way from that time in the garage, I thought as I moved under the sheets to adjust the angle of my head. This time after I captured the head of his cock with my mouth, I relaxed my throat and pushed forwards until the tip bumped against then slipped past my constricting flesh and into my throat. Controlling my gag reflex, I continued pressing forwards until my lips were pressed around the thick base of Danny’s cock. With practice I felt any gal can learn to throat all but the largest of cocks. God knew I’d had plenty of practice.
I had the head of his cock and maybe two inches of his shaft in my throat as I began moving my head slowly to throat fuck Danny for as long as I could hold my breath before letting his cock slip up and out of my throat so I could breathe. Swallowing spit and taking a deep breath, I again took his cock into my throat. Each time I repeated throating Danny’s thick cock it became easier to let it slide into my throat. I repeated this several times as Danny began to move his hips to throat fuck me.
Danny’s groans and moans came more frequently. His hip movement was more frenetic as I let him throat fuck my mouth. But I wanted more than a mouthful of his cum! I wanted the orgasm I’d been so close to before! Danny’s disappointment wasn’t for very long as I raised my head to let his cock slip from my mouth.
As I raised up onto my knees and sheets fell to pool around Danny’s thighs, I straddled his legs with mine. Moving, I positioned my pussy above his groin and used my hand to bring his tip to my other, larger and already wet lips. Spreading my knees more, I moved the cock tip between my pussy lips to spread my juices before putting it to my hole to let it slide inside me.
Danny’s cock was wet with my saliva and my pussy was still wet from our sex. I didn’t stop spreading my knees to lower my hips until I was completely impaled on his large cock. Leaning forwards, my hair fell around our heads like a curtain to hide our kisses from the world. My hard nipples dragging across Danny’s chest as I moved sent shivers up my spine.
While we kissed, I began moving my hips to take Danny’s cock into me with long, slow strokes. Lowering my head, I whispered in his ear how good he felt inside me before raising up. With one hand on his chest for balance, my other hand pushed past my mound. Riding Danny’s cock I could adjust the angle of his penetration to enhance the wonderful sensations between my legs as a fingertip found the hard nub of my clit.
Danny grasped my hips and began moving his hips in opposition to mine. Thrusting up as I pushed down, increasing the strength of his cock strokes inside me. Moaning out my satisfaction, a second finger found my clit and both now began a much-practiced dance over and around my hard nub. I closed my eyes and let myself begin searching for the orgasm I’d been so close to only a short time before.
Danny seemed content to let me ride his cock for the rest of the night as he let me set the pace of our sex, fucking me harder when my hips movements became frenzied, slowing his hips when mine slowed. Hands grasped my hips at times to pull me down to meet his cock thrusting upwards. Other times, rough hands from the darkness found my bouncing tits to squeeze and shape to Danny’s own designs.
It really couldn’t have been very long though time seemed to stretch as I became lost in my quest for the orgasm that was so tantalizingly close. Just out of reach… Just out of reach as I lowered my body to increase the angle… Just out of reach as I raised up to decrease the angle… FUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck… So close. So close… Just out of reach… It was just out of my reach until it rushed in to take me completely in its grip. My muscles seized and locked as my back and neck bowed backward more and more before I snapped forwards and cried out in my release, ‘Oh fuck, Danny. I’m coming… I’m coming, I’m coming!’
Danny must have sensed what I wanted as I cried. My body jerked in spasms above his as hands gripped my waist to pull my pussy down onto a cock that was being rammed into me from below by powerful hips.
‘Make me come, Danny! Oh, God, make me come, make me come more,’ I repeated over and over when I had the breath to say anything. My muscles were tight, locked, making breathing difficult as I panted and gasped through an open mouth for air.
‘Oh, God, Danny. I’m coming. I’m coming so haaaard! Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck me! Fuck me, Danny! Fuuucckk meeee,’ was all I could manage to say before I lost my voice except for a long, wordless wail as I came in multiple waves of jerking, muscle constricting spasms before I fell forwards to lay on Danny’s chest.
I was still quivering from my orgasm as Danny turned me in his arms until I was beneath him. My legs spread open on their own as he rose up to drive his cock into my pussy. I discovered that my own orgasm wasn’t as completely over as I had assumed. My hands gripped sheets and my head snapped back and then forwards in response to the hard pounding of my pussy. The loud sound of our flesh colliding filled the room. I was taken by yet another wave of orgasmic delight and began to feel a pressure build deep inside me that I hadn’t expected!
‘Oh, fuck, Danny! Fuck me harder! Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder! Yesyesyesyes…’ I cried out as my pussy clenched tighter around his cock. Despite the deep muscle constrictions that were lifting my shoulders up from the mattress, my hips were still trying to thrust upwards to meet Danny’s cock as pressure deep in my cunt continued to build. Reveling in the crushing blows his hard pubic bone was delivering to the pussy lips protecting my clit, my muscles clenched my pussy walls tighter and tighter around Danny’s cock until, unable to hold back the pressure any longer, I cried out and with both hands I pushed hard against Danny’s chest.
Danny was caught by surprise as I pushed him away. As soon as the cock blocking my release slipped out, I cried out again as my hand dropped to my pussy lips and began frantic movements over my lips and clit as my hips bucked and rolled uncontrollably. A second later there was a glorious release deep in my cunt and a hot jet of pussy juice erupted from my hole. I cried out in relief and delight as the pressure in my pussy lessened and I was swept into another orgasmic eruption that had my body writhing on the bed even as the stream of juice broke apart against my furiously rubbing fingers.
Really, I didn’t squirt very much. Well, not much when compared to other times when I’d squirted multiple streams of juice. But I’ll never really know since my fast stroking fingers broke the stream into hundreds of droplets that fell across the bedsheets in a pussy scented rain.
After squirting, my orgasm began to lessen, leaving me weak and light-headed. Juice still flowed from my pussy but not like the stream as before. Muscles relaxed and I collapsed back into the mattress. I was unable to even think beyond how unbelievably good my orgasmic release had felt as my hand stopped stroking across my pussy.
It may have shocked Danny when I squirted my cum over both of us and the mattress sheets but it didn’t stop him from pulling my hand away to expose my soaked pussy lips after the stream of juice reduced to a small dribble. Positioning his cock tip to my hole, he rammed his cock back into me.
I was unable to manage more than a soft moan as Danny held my wrists to pin my arms to the mattress beside my head. My thighs continued to quiver against his in the aftermath of my orgasm as he drove his cock into me until he stiffened and came.
Afterward, we were both too exhausted for words as we held onto each other. I didn’t want to move. Hell! I doubted I could have moved because conscious thought was beyond me as I recovered from my incredible multiple orgasms and the wonderful fucking Danny had given me. We continued to lie together as our breathing returned to normal and Danny’s softening cock slipped from my pussy.
This time I didn’t ask for a washcloth. This time I didn’t even try to turn onto my side. After raining pussy juice all over the sheets, all my hopes of keeping the bed even relatively clean and dry for us to sleep on were gone. If some of Danny’s cum rolled down my ass crack to add to the huge wet spot under my ass? What difference did it matter now?
“You, know…” Danny began hesitantly. “I’ve seen women, ahh, do that in porn movies but…”
“Well congratulations, Danny,” I interrupted before he could say anything that would embarrass both of us even more. “You’re not only the first guy to make love to me in a year but you’re the first ever to make me squirt while making love,” I continued as I put my hands over my suddenly hot face. I’d let myself go to enjoy my first real sex in almost a year and, Boy!, did I let go! I’d let go all over the damned bed…
And I’d skirted the truth again by a narrow margin. Other men had made me squirt. Clients who liked rough sex… But those were clients and it was rough sex… Danny was making love to me when he’d made me squirt… A fine distinction but it meant a great deal to me.
‘God! And here I thought I was over being embarrassed by anything I did with a man,’ I thought and pressed my hands harder against my hot face. Turns out that no matter what you do or how often you do it… There’s always something that can turn your cheeks flaming red in embarrassment.
“So you’ve done that before,” Danny asked as he drew the covers over us and gathered me into the crook of his arm.
I nodded and let go of my face. Besides, Danny wouldn’t be able to see how flushed my cheeks were in the dark. “Yes, but only when I’m really horny and when I masturbate,” I replied to get it all out into the open. Well, almost all as I skated that fine line.
“Now that’s something I wouldn’t mind seeing,” Danny said with anticipation in his voice.
“Shut up, Danny,” I said softly before turning onto my side to drape an arm and a leg over his body to snuggle closer under the covers.
Danny wasn’t much of a talker just to hear his own voice and we passed some time in quiet relaxation. I’d just had an incredible orgasm and fuck. I was relaxed. I was snuggled against a warm body and most miraculously of all, my feet were warm! All was right in… my… world…
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Danny must have dozed off after his release, too, because the next thing I remember was both of us sitting up in bed as the pounding on our door stopped. I looked at Danny and he looked at me. That didn’t sound like a knock Amber would have made.
When the pounding resumed again, Danny found his voice to call out, “What! Who’s there?”
“This is Mr. Houston, the hotel’s Night Manager. I need to speak with the young lady who paid for this suite.”
Me? What the fuck? Were we being tossed from the hotel for fucking? Danny and I couldn’t have been that loud while having sex! And the music would have drowned us out… That’s when I noticed that the loud music had stopped and it was very quiet in the other room. I found my voice and assured Mr. Houston I’d be right out.
I put on my nightshirt and the large robe and matching slippers the hotel provided. Danny had a t-shirt and his pants on. I fluffed out my bed hair before opening the door to speak with…
“WHAT THE FUCK!!!” I forgot about Mr. Houston and in the crowd of twenty or thirty teenagers, my eyes locked onto Amber and Brie. “You said you were inviting only a couple of your friends over!”
“I did,” Amber said in a small, hopeless voice. “I only invited Tiffany, but then she invited Judy and Judy asked if her boyfriend Rob could come and Rob invited a couple of his friends and…”
I held up my hand to cut off the litany of who invited whom. Movie scenes where teenage parties go out of control and a house gets trashed are always good for a laugh. Except when it’s your fucking house!!
I looked around and thankfully didn’t see anything broken. No writing on the walls. No puke in the nearby potted plants. Just then another man appeared from the bedroom Amber and Brie were sharing. He shook his head and said he couldn’t find anything broken although the mini-bar had been completely emptied.
Holy fuck! At the amount the hotel charged for mini-bar drinks and peanuts, I added a hundred dollars onto my bill and gave Amber another ‘look.’
Mr. Houston started listing customer complaints starting with kids running and yelling in the halls, loud music, and reports of boys urinating from our balcony. The list might have continued but I stopped him to give assurances that this party was over.
“Thank you,” Mr. Houston said. “But there’s also the matter of a very large room service charge billed to the room.”
“How much,” I asked, though I really, really didn’t want to know. Hungry teenagers with over-priced hotel food only a call away was a combination ripe for disaster. ‘Holy shit’, was my only thought when Mr. Houston quoted a price north of a thousand dollars. Way north. I think even Amber and Brie were shocked by the total.
Danny had the same thought except he said, Holy Shit!, out loud and with force as he fixed his eyes on his sister and cousin with a ‘look.’
“I didn’t order any of it,” Amber said in her feeble defense. “The food just started showing up…”
“And you signed for it on the room’s account like I asked you to do with the restock of the mini-bar,” I finished her sentence in defeat.
I looked at the table in the room and saw piled plates with bones left on them that signaled expensive steaks in quantity had been delivered through the night. I looked at the teens still in the room and, “Why are you idiots still here? Leave! Now!”
Christ on a crutch! I was barely older than these shitheads. Some of these idiots might even be older than me! I had a sudden flash of what I was going to be like when I was old and thirty!
“Mr. Houston, you have my credit card information at the desk,” I told the night manager as teens began to file out of the room. “The credit limit will cover everything and if you don’t toss us out, I give you my word that this is the last time you’ll hear even a peep from this suite.”
The last teen filed out and Mr. Houston left soon afterward, satisfied that nothing was broken and that the hotel wouldn’t be stiffed on a huge room service charge. Amber and Brie very wisely disappeared into their room. Danny and I were left alone.
“I need a drink,” I announced, remembering the bottles I’d carried into the bedroom.
“I second that as long as you don’t mix them again,” Danny agreed and followed me to our room. With the door locked, I took the robe off and we crawled onto the bed, avoiding the still damp spot where my ass had been and cracked open bottles of our choosing.
After a couple of sips, Danny hesitantly said, “Olivia, I don’t know how I’ll do it… But I’ll pay you back for all of this.”
“No, you won’t.”
“I’m not a deadbeat,” Danny said in a show of his temper.
“I know you’re not a deadbeat! I didn’t mean that. I just meant I won’t take your money.”
“But, this is costing you a fortune! My, God! Olivia, I never really thought until now about how much this trip is costing you. Amber told me how much you spent on their clothes. Then there’s the cost of your new clothes, this suite, the food…”
Danny shook his head in confusion. “Last week we barely knew each other. We still barely know each other and yet you’re doing all of this for me? Why? You act as if the money doesn’t mean anything to you. You hint that you need me to do something for you. Olivia, just tell me what you want from me. You didn’t need to… You know… You don’t need to do all of this. Just tell me what you want.”
Danny didn’t say the words but in his hesitation I could hear his unspoken, You didn’t need to have sex with me. Even unspoken words can hurt.
“I said I’d answer all your questions when we returned to the city,” I sighed. “I admit I want something from you. But, I didn’t do any of this because I want something from you. Christ, Danny! If all I wanted was for you to do something for me? Do you have any doubts that I could wrap you around my little finger with just a few words?”
“I…”
“I didn’t need to do any of this,” I interrupted Danny and waved my hand at the room as I tried one more time to make him understand. “I wanted to do this and that includes the sex. Why do you find it so hard to believe that I can like you and want to help you without wanting something from you? Hell, Danny, you can always say no to anything I ask. I won’t care! So maybe, just maybe, I’m here because I wanted to have a little vacation and have a little fun, all while helping you out.”
“Yeah, well your little fun is costing you a little fortune,” Danny replied, his thoughts still wrapped up in the money. “What is it you need me to do that makes all of this worth it?”
My temper flared up and I slapped him. Hard!
“I’m not doing anything to make anything, ‘worth it!’ I’m not doing anything to pay you to do a damned thing for me! And that includes spreading my legs for you. Fuck you, you asshole.”
While Danny was still shocked that I’d slapped him, I bounced off the bed and began collecting my clothes. “You fucking prick! I’m fucking tired of you insinuating that I’m doing this… Any of this, just to… Do you really think that the only reason I fucked you is because I want something from you?”
I tossed clothes into the suitcase without paying attention to what they were. Rounding on Danny again, I told him, “When we’re back in the city I won’t ask you to do a single, damned thing. Tomorrow, I’ll still go with you to the wedding. I’ll still be your fake fiance for four or five months if you need me to keep up the farce. I already agreed to that and I keep my deals. Other than that? Go fuck yourself!”
I shut and latched the suitcase. “There has to be a single room I can move to,” I said as I carried it to the door.
At the door, I turned to face Danny again but I was just hurt now more than mad as I asked quietly, “Really, Danny? Is that what you were thinking? Is that what was in the back of your stupid brain? That I was whoring myself to get you to do something for me? All the time you were inside me? Even while I was sucking your cock… Were you… Jesus, Danny… Were you lying there wondering what I was gonna ask you to do in exchange for fucking you? Wondering what I was gonna charge you to suck your cock? What I wanted from you in exchange for my pussy?”
Opening the door, I had the last word as I walked out. “I really thought we’d have some fun this weekend, Danny. I really thought you were a nice guy. I’m just sorry you only think of me as some kind of a whore.”
