“That’s it, baby, and long, and long, and long…”
I do not know what he has done, but it may have been some NLP. All I know is that I come, and I don’t stop coming.
It is a combination of the pressure on my clit, him being so very deep, our eyes locked, us in sync.
And maybehim messing with my head, but it goes on, and the orgasm does not stop. As my pussy clamps around him, it starts to crush his thick, veiny cock.
I then feel him growl.
The combination of the best kiss ever and the longest orgasm has my body bucking and shattering for what feels like an entire minute. I have multiple aftershocks, and it doesn’t stop.
As I lie there gasping, finally, I have nothing left. I gasp, and I can’t breathe.
The stranger slides slowly out and lies next to me, watching me react to the sensation. He has a devilish grin, and something in my mind snaps.
Before I know what I’m doing, I yank off his condom and slide down his body.
I grab his butt cheeks and take him into my mouth. I then suck, and I pump. He holds my face ever so softly, and as I look up, he and his dark eyes stare down at me.
Then, finally, with a savage growl, he bucks and shoots his cum inside my mouth. I feel him release with a fierce power, and he pumps long, hard, and near endlessly into me. I feel his cum gush inside my mouth, and his hand around my hair locks me in.
Even if I feel filthy, I know I rarely blow anyone. And he, whoever he is, appears to have class.
Finally, I drop down next to him on the bed and wipe my filthy lips.
“Oh, God,” he says, gasping.
“Yeah,” I say, out of breath, “two can play at the game.”
We lay in silence, and we both start laughing. The rare and extreme nature of what we’ve done seems to form a bond.
It’s electric, and it’s liberating.
We are still half dead, amazed and gasping, and I lean over. “What just happened?” I say, lost for words.
The crazy brute rolls over, and we share a long look. “I have no idea.”
We stare at each other for a while, exploring each other’s faces and eyes. He then touches the end of my nose and says, “Rest up, scruffy.”
I roll over and I do. As I close my eyes, I hear the shower. I let go of everything, and all goes to black and is safe. My universe is perfect.
Awakening thirty minutes later,I stagger up. I am slow, but I do remember today is my first day at work. I start at ten, so I try to move fast.
It’s hard, and my body feels worked over in a good way. After a quick shower and a second coffee from a fresh silver pot, I dress.
There is only one problem. My favorite thong is missing.
After looking everywhere, I finally give up. The other thing is,heis nowhere in sight.
Downstairs, the concierge, in his immaculate long coat, tips his hat at the tall doors. I walk out of the boutique five-star hotel, and I feel alive.
The outside of the hotel is spectacular; it has arched windows that are timeless and classy.
As I walk down the street in broad daylight, I feel like a wicked vixen. The winds are warm but strong, and the roads are still wet.
After working out which street I need to find for my unused cheap motel, I find a café. I get a takeaway coffee and head down the street in my denim skirt.
A shaft of sunlight pops out, and I look up as thunder rumbles across the sky. The storm clouds linger as I walk happily down the street.
