We arrived in San Diego fifteen minutes ahead of our scheduled landing time. The thirteen of us on this flight all yawned as we pulled into the arrival gate. I looked at my colleagues and they, like me, looked exhausted. I undid my seat belt, wrapped up the extension piece I had asked for and stood up to get my overhead luggage. I was relieved to get my size 18 body out of that tiny seat, my legs felt like stone from the five-hour flight. I grabbed my carry-on and my purse before heading to the exit. I walked off the plane, the sun setting over San Diego as I walked towards the baggage claim area.
“Hey Veronica, they got us a shuttle.” my co-worker Brian said.
“Thanks, as soon as my bags come, I will be right over.”
We were in California for a three-day conference. I wasn’t initially scheduled to go, but my boss decided it would be a good opportunity for me. At the last minute, they booked me a flight and found a room for me to get.
“Thank you.” I said to the man who helped pick up my luggage for the Uber SUV that was awaiting us outside the doors.
“I talked to Marcus and Sheila; they said the hotel is really nice.” Miranda announced.
“Oh good, I was hoping they wouldn’t stick us in some motel off in the middle of nowhere.” another one said.
I laughed.
“Yeah, me too.”
We pulled up to the Marriott Hotel. It was beautiful. Right on the water, with gorgeous views. I grabbed my luggage and walked up to the front desk.
“Hello, Veronica Chandler, I am checking in for the Public Safety conference.” I explained.
“Ok, I have you right here, standard room, king size bed….”
“Do you by any chance have an upgrade to a room with a balcony available?” I asked in a low voice.
“Let me check.” she said.
I didn’t want my co-workers to hear me asking for an upgrade.
“I do have one, it’ll be on the nineteenth floor, facing the water.” she smiled.
“Thank you so much.”
She handed me my keys before I waved to my co-workers.
“I will see you all tomorrow, get some rest.” I said.
I walked into my room, laid my bag on the chair and took my jacket off. It was almost eight o’clock local time, but I was exhausted. Our first session was at ten in the morning, and I looked forward to a long night sleep. I turned my cell phone on before turning the shower on. I could hear the chimes of text messages arriving as I kicked my shoes off. I took my blouse off, standing in the mirror of my room, I turned the TV on to local news. I caught a glimpse of my body in the mirror reflection. I had returned to the gym and was proud of some progress I was noticing. I was down to a size 18, my DDs were slowly shrinking as well. I didn’t mind, considering all the back problems they had caused me. I took my bra off, finally freeing my titties from the 12-hour prison they had been sentenced to. I looked at my cell phone and had ten text messages.
“Hey, did you make it here?” Marcus wrote.
“Yeah” I responded.
“What floor are you on?”
“19”
“19?? How did you manage that?”
“I have my ways “
“You got a balcony?”
“Yes sir, you?”
“Hell no, just a regular room, you must’ve asked for an upgrade or know someone.”
“Or maybe both, don’t hate me because I have skills.”
“No hate at all, let me see your balcony.”
“Maybe tomorrow, I am about to get into the shower and then go to bed, I am exhausted.”
“Well, let come and help you.”
“Hmmmm”
“I am great at showers. LOLOLOLOL”
I didn’t respond as I sat the phone down and headed into the bathroom.
I stepped in the steaming shower, letting the water run down my body. Marcus and I exchanged a mild flirtation. The man was married with a daughter. I had a boyfriend. We never crossed the line, and I was certain that he only said certain things just to get a response. I think given the opportunity; he would freeze. He wasn’t trying to fuck me; I think he just enjoyed talking about it. He was six feet three, nice build. He looked great in uniform, cool sense of humor. A simple country guy who was always being nice to me and a few others, and always grabbing us lunch, whenever he could. He had been with our department almost fifteen years, a lifetime compared to my six years. Even though he was married, in truth, it didn’t stop me from late night fantasies. I never told him about it, nor would I. But there were times that I would lay in bed, and he would creep into my thoughts, and I would find my hand rubbing my nipples or rubbing my clit thinking about him. It wasn’t like I was really doing anything. I wasn’t the type to fuck married men. But there was something about him.
I stood in the shower, the water beating down on my back. Right there, in the shower, once again Marcus crept into my thoughts. I rubbed my breasts, wondering what his hands would feel like on me. I pinched my nipples slightly, thinking about his teeth on them. I rubbed my stomach, thinking about him taking my clothes off, piece by piece. I wasn’t even sure he liked plus size women, after all, his wife was built like a model, not a linebacker. I dismissed the thoughts of his wife; this was my time. I was the star of my innermost fantasy show. I washed my body with my body wash, spreading my ass cheeks to rinse out the suds. The hot water felt so good as it hit my asshole. I thought about him again. This time, I thought about bending over in front of him, his face buried between my ass cheeks, licking my anus. Yea, I loved getting my ass licked and eaten. I loved the idea of Marcus’ hand on either side of my hips, me bent over, holding on to the edge of the shower as he ate my ass like it was the last supper. Just the thought of it made that tingle in my pussy come to life.
I turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. I walked out into the coolness of my room. The drapes were still opened, showing the marina down below. I laid the towel on the bed, grabbing the lotion. My body still dripping wet from the shower. I looked at my phone and saw that Marcus had called me, twice. Like he knew I was thinking about him in the shower.
“What is your room number?” his text read.
I debated about sending him the number. I knew if he came over, at the very least, I would WANT something to happen. I laid on the towel, my knees bent. I stared at the ceiling. I was increasingly horny. My body felt hot with curiosity. I had already made up in my mind that I wasn’t going to call Marcus, I wasn’t going to respond to his text, not that night, not in the current condition I was in. I wouldn’t be in the mood to talk, I was in the mood to fuck, get fucked. I rubbed my nipples as I stared off into the ceiling. The only light illuminating was the lamp on the nightstand.
My nipples were getting erect under my hand. I gently squeezed, thinking about Marcus’ mouth. I slid my right hand down between my legs. My pussy was already damp with excitement. I spread my legs open, my pussy lips opening as well. I felt my clit, it was swollen. Damn, I wasn’t even ashamed that I was thinking about that man. I wanted him to burst through the hotel door and crawl to the edge of the bed. I wanted him to take a deep inhale of my pussy and long lick. I rubbed myself, thinking of his fingers touching me, his mouth tasting me. I wanted him.
to stick his tongue in my pussy and tongue fuck me. I rubbed the juices all over my clit, moaning as I thought about Marcus putting my legs on his shoulders, his head buried down between them. I wanted him in the worst way. All the late-night texts and long hours of phone calls were getting to be too much. I wanted to know for myself if he was as good as I thought he might be. I climaxed right there on the bed. My fingers drenched in juices. I licked my hand, imagining Marcus licking my fingers. I laid there breathing heavy. I looked over my phone, it was flashing, another text message must’ve come in. I got up, washed my hands, threw a shirt on and went to bed. Everything would have to wait until tomorrow.
The next day, I sat in the ballroom waiting for the session to start.
“Hey there Ms. Chandler.” Marcus said.
I looked up and gave him a smile.
“Hey,”
“I texted you; you must have been knocked out.”
“Yeah, I was exhausted. I woke up with just enough time to get dressed and get down here.” I said.
He looked at me as his cell phone rung.
“My wife has been blowing my phone up.” he laughed.
“It’s probably important.” I waved.
He got up and answered the phone. I checked my text message from my boyfriend as the lights turned down for the PowerPoint presentation.
“What are you doing after this?” Marcus texted me.
“Going back up to my room, maybe do room service. I don’t know.”
“A few of us are going out to eat, you should come.”
“Not really in the mood for it.” I said honestly.
“What are you in the mood for?”
“Something a little more private.”
“Does it include your room?”
“Yes actually.”
“What is your room number, I want to see the balcony.” he said.
I put my phone down and looked down the table to Marcus. He was writing something down, when he looked up, our eyes met. He picked his phone up and typed something.
“What is the damn number, I am not going to do anything, calm down.”
I looked up at him and shook my head.
“What if I do something to YOU?” I replied.
“I won’t stop you.” he responded.
I looked down at him again.
“You aren’t ready.” I said.
I looked at him as he read the message, he nodded his head and typed something else.
“I asked for the room number, didn’t I?”
I smiled.
“Yes, you did.”
“So….”
“1914” I typed.
My finger hovered over the send button. I paused for a moment before hitting it.
Seven hours and two breaks later, we were finished for the day. I grabbed my purse and paperwork and headed out.
“Veronica, are you coming out to eat with us?” Miranda asked.
“No, I have a major headache, I am going to do room service and lay down. Hopefully I feel better soon.” I said glancing over at Marcus.
“Marcus, are you coming?” she asked.
“Yeah, I can’t stay too long, you know I have that other class in the morning.” he lied.
They all looked perplexed but didn’t say anything.
“I will see you all tomorrow.” I said, walking to the elevator.
“I am coming up to see this view.” Marcus texted me.
8:19pm
“Hey.” I said opening the door to see Marcus standing there.
“Hey, did I catch you at a bad time?” he asked walking in.
“No, I just got out the shower.” I said, tightening my fleece robe.
“Damn, I should’ve gotten here sooner.” he said.
I rolled my eyes.
“Well, here is the balcony.” I said, opening the drapes.
“Man, have you sat out here?”
I nodded.
“Had dinner earlier out here.”
“Damn, this is nice.” he said stepping onto the balcony.
“I asked for an upgrade.”
“I know, the rest of us are five floors down, in regular rooms.” he laughed.
He sat down on the chair and looked up at me.
“Sit down.” he said patting the chair next to him.
I stood there and weighed some options. It was dark, we were alone, out on the balcony.
“Or you can stand there.” he said.
“You want to just enjoy the view?” I asked, dropping a hint.
He looked at me.
“You have something else in mind?”
I cracked a smile.
“I can think of something.” I said softly.
He followed me back into the room, I closed the drapes, leaving the balcony door opened. The breeze was too nice to pass up and shut out. I walked over to the bed and stood there.
“Take your robe off.” he said.
He stood over me, he was much taller than I was. I had never realized it until that moment. His Axe body spray was intoxicating as it drifted up my nose.
I untied my robe and opened it, letting it fall to the floor. Marcus took a step back and looked at me, up and down. He rubbed his chin before touching the strap of my satin nightie. He grabbed the other strap, removing them from my shoulders, causing the nightie to fall. I stood there, naked minus the lace panties I had on. His hands were rough on my skin. He bent down and kissed my chest before taking a nipple into his mouth. I inhaled sharply once his tongue hit my tongue. It was cold, like he just finished a drink with ice cubes. He flicked the tip of the nipple with his tongue. Was I ready to do this? Sleep with another woman’s husband? Did I really want to fuck while on a business trip? A thousand thoughts went through my head, I was in a daze. I didn’t even notice when Marcus leads me to the bed, pushing me down on it. I fell back and looked at him as he took his shirt off and removed his pants. His boxer briefs did little to hide the massive monster dick that belonged to him. My eyes got big as he took my panties off, dropping them off the side of the bed.
He climbed on the bed, in the middle of my legs. He kissed up my thighs, moving closer to my pussy. I inhaled sharply when he began licking my clit. His tongue was nothing like I imagined. I grabbed hold of the pillows on the bed as he pushed my legs wider apart before spreading my pussy lips open.
“Hold it open.” he said in a low, husky voice.
I scrambled to hold my lips apart as Marcus lapped my juices up like a dog. My legs were shaking uncontrollably once he began playing with the rim of my asshole. I started twitching every which way as he slid his middle finger in my ass. I bucked as he began finger fucking my ass while shaking his head violently on my clit. I couldn’t take it any longer. He had no mercy on my pussy, and I refused to give up and tap out. He bent further down and started tongue fucking me. I tried to hold back the orgasm but the sensation of his tongue inside my pussy and his finger in my asshole was too much to handle. With a loud force, I came. What started as a moan soon turned into a roar for everyone in the San Diego Marina to hear.
Marcus stood up, licked his lips and his finger. I laid there panting, out of breath. He looked at me, I locked my eyes with his. He leaned down and rubbed his massive dick in my pussy juices, running it up and down my pussy. My clit was oversensitive as he rubbed his precum over it. I moaned, letting him know I was enjoying this teasing dance. Finally, he eased the tip in. The tip, it always starts with the fucking tip.
“Ohhhhh” I moaned as he pushed ever so slightly into me. I thought I had had big dick before, but this was something else. I opened my eyes to see Marcus, head back, mouth opened as he pushed more inches into me. I couldn’t believe how well his dick was filling my pussy up.
“Oh fuck” I said just under my breath.
He looked down, rubbing my clit as he pushed in.
“More……give me more.” I whined.
I didn’t even realize what I was saying. I didn’t realize I was inviting his monster dick in me. I wanted all nine inches.
“You sure?” he asked.
I nodded.
He leaned down, his arms on either side of my head as he pushed in. My mouth gaped open, my bottom lip quaking.
“There you go…. open for me.” he said in my ear.
His lips grazed my ear as he spoke, causing my pussy to gush with excitement. I grabbed hold to his shoulders, pulling him down on me. I was ready for all of him. Without warning, he picked up his pace. He began thrusting in and out of me. My pussy was being stretched open in ways; I had no idea it could handle.
“Goddamn you are tight.” he said.
I smiled. It never failed. A man losing his mind when he discovered how tight I am.
We found a mutual rhythm that suited us both. The bed was gently knocking on the wall. Marcus had managed to force me to the edge of the bed, my head dangling off. I opened my eyes and caught a glimpse of us in the floor to ceiling mirror. My legs wide open as Marcus was grinding and pounding my pussy. I cried out in pure passion at the way this man, this married man was fucking me. I knew he wasn’t mine and I knew it was wrong. But the dick had me not giving a fuck about anything but the fuck I was being given in that moment.
Without missing a beat, Marcus turned me over. I arched my back as he pushed his dick deep inside of me. He held on to sides of my hips. I watched him in the mirror. He was in a trance. He fucked me like he was frustrated. I grabbed a pillow, shoving it in my mouth so I could bear down on something. If he needed to get his frustration out, then I was happily willing to accept it. All of it. Sweat was dripping off him onto my back, causing little tickles as it rolled down. I moaned in the pillow as Marcus began slapping my ass. His massive hands leaving imprints with every slap.
“Thought I was playing, didn’t you?” he asked.
I made a sound.
SMACK!
I moaned.
“You like that? You like this dick?”
I nodded and moaned again.
SMACK!
“Cum on it…. let that pussy cum on this dick.” he commanded.
I closed my eyes, releasing whatever tension I was holding.
SMACK!
“There you go…. let that pussy cum.” he said.
I opened my eyes as he jerked my head back, a handful of hair in his hand. A scream escaped my lips.
“Naw, don’t scream now…. take this dick.” he said.
He didn’t hold back, pulling my hair tighter and tighter as he rammed his nine inches inside of me.
Twenty minutes later, we both lay on our backs, breathing heavy. The room was spinning. The only sounds I heard were the car horns down below. I could feel the breeze blowing in the balcony doors. Sweat was running down various parts of my body. My nipples were erect again, my pussy was both sore and satisfied. I looked over at Marcus who was breathing heavy, his dick still at attention.
“You ok?” I asked.
He nodded.
I closed my eyes for a moment. In truth, I hadn’t been fucked like that in years. No way in hell was I going to be the same after that.
“You done?” I heard him ask.
My eyes shot open as I looked over at him.
“Are you?”
“If you aren’t, then I’m not.” he said.
I smiled to myself.
“All that shit you were talking.” he added.
I turned on my side and stared at his own Washington monument. It was ready to go again.
I don’t know what came over me, without any hesitation, I climbed on top of him. I inserted him inside of me. We both inhaled deeply as I nestled down on him. I begin rocking slowly on his dick, allowing my pussy to flood all around him. I loved the feeling of him deep inside me, it was a feeling I could get used to. He held on to my hips as I started gently bouncing on him. I felt another orgasm coming up, threatening to end the night. I pushed down on his chest, as I did my own slow grind on his dick. He moaned, letting me know he was enjoying my movements. Without any warning, he took my wrists and moved my hands up to his neck. He wanted it rough.
I happily obliged, wrapping my hands around his neck, picking up the bouncing motion and tightening my grip. He smiled as he grabbed handfuls of my ass.
“That’s what you want?” I asked.
I squeezed tighter. He looked at me, grunting as I bounced on his nine inches, my pussy juices raining down on him.
“Shit, I am about to cum.” I announced.
I was angry that my body was ready to release already. I gave a final squeeze as I came on top of him. I released my grip, Marcus grunting as he jerked to release himself deep inside of me. I sat up, still connected to him.
“Fuck” he yelled.
I didn’t say a word.
“Shit.” he said, out of breath.
I sat on him, his dick losing its life, still inside of me.
I held still for a moment or two. Sweat was running down my body.
I looked down at him, pinned underneath me. I noticed a small sweat roll making its way down. I bent down and licked it up with my tongue. I licked it up to his neck, his body shaking from the sensation of my tongue tip. I gently bit his neck, causing him to jump. I licked up to his earlobe, down his jawline, up to his juicy lips. I bit his bottom lip, my eyes never leaving his. His hands on my hands, squeezing, hoping for a round 3. I sat up, my eyes still on his. He smiled. I didn’t.
I paused, looking at him, at his body. His left hand, a solid gold ring sat comfortably on his ring finger.
SMACK!
My hand met his cheek with a thunderous sound.
“What the….” he exclaimed, surprised by the slap.
“You’re dismissed, now get out.” I said before climbing off him.
I walked into the session the next morning, limping. My pussy felt like it had been pounded for hours. I took some Aleve to help, but all I wanted was to sit in a hot tub and let the water massage me. Marcus’ dick was bigger than I thought and the more I thought about it, the more my pussy would pulsate.
“Good morning.” I said as I walked to my seat.
I had barely slept at all the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured Marcus and me in the reflection of the mirror. I thought about his tongue on my clit. I didn’t even have time to feel regrets about the fact that he was married. I wanted to avoid him, not because I was angry with him, but because I didn’t trust myself to not want more. Just as I took a sip of water,
“Morning.” a deep voice said behind me.
I turned around, in my seat, to see Marcus standing behind me. His dick was eye level to me.
“M….mor….morning” I said after clearing my throat.
“How are you?” he asked taking the seat next to me.
I shifted in my seat, my pussy beginning to get wet.
“I am good, you?”
“Great. I slept so good last night.” he said.
“Oh really? Did you go out?” Miranda asked.
“Yeah, a homeboy of mine lives out here, I haven’t seen him since he got married five years ago. We are supposed to get lunch today.” Marcus said.
“Lunch? You aren’t staying for the entire session?” I asked.
“Naw, no one goes to every session.” Marcus said waving it off.
“Yeah, I think I might skip tonight to be honest. I had a little too much to drink.” Miranda said.
I sat there, in between them as people started pouring in and taking their seats.
Miranda sat on the other side of me and tried to make small talk before the speaker began.
“I think I am coming down with something.” I lied.
“Oh no, well, maybe you should go and lie down, Terry got sick yesterday too.” she said, putting her hand on my shoulder.
“If I don’t feel better, then I will. It may have been something I ate.” I told her.
She shook her head as I saw a smile stretch across Marcus’ face.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
He looked at me.
“Nothing, just something I was thinking about.”
“What?”
“Lunch” he said softly.
I looked down at my paper before catching a glimpse of Marcus’ hand out of my peripheral vision. That hand. That big hand that just the night before was spreading my pussy lips and smacking my ass. That same hand that had fingers inside of my asshole as he licked my pussy. My cell phone vibrated with a text message, snapping me out of my sex daydream. I stared at my phone, nervous as to what it would say.
“Are you really sick?” Marcus’ text read.
“No, but I don’t feel like going out, nor being asked.”
“You up for another round?”
“No.”
Truth was, all I could think about was another round.
“You sure? Because I could certainly go for one.”
“No, no more rounds, enjoy the memory” I wrote.
“So, I can’t lick your pussy again?”
Reading those words made my stomach drop from excitement. I almost dropped my phone.
“No.”
“Liar, I know you want it again Veronica.”
“No”
“Hmmm, damn, I loved how wet it got and how it tasted.”
“Stop.”
“How you jerked wildly when you were coming in my mouth.”
“Stop it and pay attention.”
“I am paying attention…. to you.”
“Well stop”
“Tell you what. Pretend you are sick on the first break and then go back to your room.”
“Why?”
“Just listen, I want you to get in the bed, butt ass naked, legs spread wide open…. the way you were last night.”
“Stop.”
“And when I come up there, I plan to slide up in you, I want you to be ready.”
I couldn’t hide the smile that went across my face.
“You can’t skip this session, we both can’t.”
“Leave that up to me, you just do what you’re told. On the bed, naked, legs open.” he replied.
I turned my phone over; my pussy was salivating from those messages. I don’t know why, but the idea of him “telling” me what to do was turning me on. He would tell me what to do when we would talk on the phone, and it always made me wet. As he wrote them, in my mind, I could picture him coming into my room, and sliding that monster in me. As much as it hurt, it felt so good the way he commanded my body.
“I’ll think about it.” was all I could say knowing damn well I was willing to oblige. If he told me to suck his dick near the vending machines, I was ready and willing to comply. The dick was THAT good.
Two hours later, I was stepping out of the shower in my hotel room. I had to make sure I was freshly prepared for him, whenever he arrived.
“I am on my way up, unlock the door and be on the bed.” Marcus’ text said.
I threw my towel on the floor, climbed onto the bed and opened my legs. The thought of him walking in, seeing me naked and ready was turning me on. My nipples were already hard, my pussy was already wet.
Marcus tapped on the door before walking in. His smile was wide when he saw me spread eagle on the bed. He locked the door, careful to put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the knob before removing his clothes.
“Good job.” he said.
He took his pants and boxers off, and there it was. All nine inches of rock-hard dick staring at me. He climbed on the bed, his body hovering over mine.
“Eat.” I said licking his chin.
He smiled at the command I gave him. He moved his way down, kissing parts of my stomach before picking my legs up and pushing them open. Without any delay, I felt the tip of his tongue on my clit. He titled his head left and right as he licked and sucked my pussy dry.
“Tongue fuck me.” I said.
He did as he was told. He darted his tongue in and out of me, causing my moans to get louder and louder.
“Right there…. don’t stop…. please don’t stop” I pleaded.
He rubbed his nose on my clit, causing me to jerk and moan, cumming on his tongue.
“Turn over.” he said.
I turned over, my ass in the air, my back arched. I was preparing for his monster dick to invade my pussy when instead, I felt his tongue gliding in the crack of my ass.
Marcus licked my ass hole, sticking his tongue in and out of me. He spread my ass open as he buried his head inside. His hand reaching under and rubbing my clit as he ate my ass like his last meal. My pussy juices were dripping down his fingers. He had me that wet.
“God that feels good.” I whined.
I wanted him to know that I loved the way he was pleasing me. The way he satisfied himself with my juices. I loved the feeling of my ass in the air, and Marcus licking and tonguing my ass down. I moaned loudly as he feasted on my ass. I came over and over, each orgasm louder than the previous.
“You good?” I asked.
He stood up, wiped his mouth and smiled.
“Come and suck on it.” he said.
I hastily turned around and crawled towards him, standing at the edge of the edge. I could see my reflection in the mirror. I looked up at him, into his eyes then down to his dick. I took his dick in my hand. It throbbed under my touch. It was massive and thick. I closed my eyes and kissed the tip. I swirled my tongue around the mushroom tip. His dick was warm as I licked up the shaft. I opened my mouth and inserted him. My tongue was waiting to make introduction, my mouth salivating at his taste. I looked up at him before spitting on his dick and rubbing the spit in as I jacked him off.
“There you go…. take that dick.” he said as I moved my mouth back and forth on his member. I kissed the sides, kissed the shaft and with my left hand, rubbed his balls.
“Oh fuck” he moaned, his head back, and his mouth opened.
I worked his dick, I jacked and sucked him, letting my mouth drool on his dick. I could tell Marcus liked it dirty and nasty and I was just the woman to give it to him.
“I’m about to cum.” he said just above a whisper.
I stopped and laid back on the bed, opening my legs.
“Fuck me.” I said.
He was in a daze, moving as if on autopilot.
“Beg me.” he said.
I rolled my eyes.
“Beg….me” he said slow and deliberately.
“Please……… I want you to slide your big……” before I could finish my sentence, Marcus was on top of me.
“Ahhh fuck” I yelled as his dick invaded my pussy walls.
Marcus reached down, his left hand around my neck, his right hand holding my leg up as he thrusted in and out of me. I grabbed onto his arm as he squeezed his hand around my neck. The more he squeezed, the wetter my pussy became.
“Harder….” I said grunting.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as I said the words. He started ramming his dick in and out of me. In…..out….in…..out. I felt the orgasm coming. I was almost ready to explode, explode all over Marcus.
“Give it to me.” he said, his eyes still closed.
One final squeeze and my pussy started squirting uncontrollably. He looked down as the juices gushed out like a geyser.
“OH SHIT!!” he yelled, releasing his grip.
I started coughing, my airways finally free.
“You ok?” he asked.
I nodded, still coughing as he sat up and pulled his dick out.
“My dick is fucking coated.” he exclaimed.
I looked down and saw all nine inches caked in juice.
“Lookin like a damn….Krispy Kreme donut.” he said, laughing and wiping his forehead with the shirt that lay on the ground.
“I need to clean it off really quick.” he said.
That was my cue.
I jumped up and stood before him, dropping to my knees and taking him in my mouth. He didn’t have time to react to me cleaning my juices off his dick. He leaned up against the wall as I moved my mouth and tongue, careful to get every drop.
“Shit.” he said looking down at the visual of me sucking his dick, licking myself off him.
When I was satisfied, I got everything, I stood up and wiped my mouth.
“All clean.” I said softly.
He rubbed his face, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You ok?”
He nodded.
“You didn’t cum.” I told him.
“I will, don’t worry…. your shit is nothing to play with.”
“Oh, so now you admit it?”
“Hell yeah, I was not ready. I have never had pussy that wet before and the squirting…. that shit got my head spinning.” he said.
“Are you tapping out?” I asked.
He looked at me.
“Don’t do that…. don’t start talking shit now.” he said as I handed him a bottle of water.
“I am not talking shit, but if it’s too much for you….”
“Stop” he said, out of breath from drinking too fast.
I climbed on the bed, my ass facing him.
“If you can’t handle it….” I said smacking my ass and looking back at him.
“Oh, you got jokes.” he said moving over to me.
Just as he was about to enter me, there was a knock at the door.
We both froze and looked at the door, at the same time.
Whoever it was banged again, this time with more force.
“SECURITY” they said.
I looked at Marcus.
“Why the hell is security here?” I asked aloud to myself.
“Should I get it or you?” he asked.
“I should, it’s my room after all.” I said grabbing my robe.
“One…. one second.” I called out.
I smoothed my hair with my hand, tightened my robe and headed to the door.
“Yes?” I said opening the door to find a middle-aged white man with a look on his face.
“I apologize for bothering you…” he began.
His facial expression quickly changed to lust when he saw me open the door.
“How can I help you?”
“We have received some complaints…. noise complaints.” he said, leaning in a little to emphasize the word “noise”.
“Oh, is that right?”
He cleared his throat, his eyes looking behind me to see the state the room was in.
It was my turn to clear my throat and regain his attention.
“I am going to have to ask that you please keep it down, we wouldn’t want to disturb any other guests.” he said, his eyes betraying him as he looked at me up and down.
I chuckled.
“People made a noise complaint, are you sure the noise came from this room?” I asked.
“Yes ma’am, I am very sure.”
“How do you know it was THIS room?” I pressed.
He cleared his throat again.
“I stood outside of the door before knocking.” he said. His eyes still looking at me up and down, imagining what was under the robe.
“Oh, you were listening?” I asked, folding my arms.
I cocked my head to the side, waiting for his bullshit response.
“Just making sure I had the right room ma’am.” he said softly.
“Well, how long did you…. listen……you know, to make sure it was the right room?” I asked, my words deliberate.
“About ten minutes…… I am just doing my job.” he said putting his hands up in defense.
I stood squarely in the doorway; the door handles up against my ass.
“What is your name?”
“Tony” he said, pointing to his nametag.
I cleared my throat.
“Well Tony….” I began as a white couple walked past. The wife looked at me and rolled her eyes. Her husband turned his head as they walked off to get one last look at me. I knew what he was thinking. The same thing older white men thought when they saw a voluptuous black woman.
“If I want to make noise, scream, cry and moan while the man in this room fucks and sucks me, it is my God-given right as a woman. I am allowed to enjoy the pleasure that both his tongue and dick have been bringing me. And if someone has a problem with that, then I would suggest that perhaps they too need to get dicked down so that they can enjoy their own pleasure. Do not come back and disrupt my orgasm again Tony. Tell whoever that complained that I said they can kiss my ass, or better yet, get someone to kiss theirs. Thanks Tony.” I said.
I closed the door before he had a chance to respond. I put the lock on the door and returned to the bed.
“What did you say to him?” he asked as his cell phone rung.
“Don’t worry about it.” I waved off.
He looked at his phone, she was calling.
Right there, in the middle of our carnal enclave, his wife was calling. She was calling, interrupting our flow.
“I should get this, please don’t say anything.” he said picking the phone up.
“I won’t” I whispered as he answered.
“Hello?…… hey baby.” he said.
I took my robe off, revealing my naked body as I stood at the foot of the bed. Marcus looked at me, his eyes pleading for me to not give away what was going on. I poured an ice-cold Sprite into a glass and took some sips. With my back to him, I slipped a Halls cough drop in my mouth.
“Yeah…. it was ok…. no, I am just on a break right now….” he said as I crawled on the bed.
“How’s Aubrey?” he asked while lying on his back, his dick seemingly asleep.
I looked at him, his eyes were closed as he rubbed his forehead. Whatever she was telling him was causing his dick to no longer participate in the party.
“Yeah, what happened then?” he asked.
Without a word, I moved up and took his sleeping dick in my mouth.
“OH SHIT” he yelled, his hand trying to move my head. I pinned his arm down as I tightened my mouth around his dick.
“Sorry…… no….no….every….ev….everything is fine.” he stuttered, grunting as I moved my head up and down on his shaft, his arm still pinned to the side.
“N….. no….I’m…..I’m ok…..ye…..yeah.” he tried to say as he looked down to see my eyes locked on his eyes, his dick filling my mouth.
I twirled my tongue around the tip of his dick, switching the cough drop from one side to the other.
“Bab…..baby…. let me go check out this accident that just ha…. happened….it looks….”
He let out a moan as I moved my head faster and faster on his dick.
“Looks bad, no….I….I hit my leg….” he lied, his eyes shut tight, gritting his teeth. I loved the position I had him.
She may have been his wife, but in that moment, he was completely under my control.
“Yeah, it…. hurts…. so good……I mean bad….it hurts….so bad.” he said turning the phone to take a deep breath.
He looked down at me as I released his arm. Instead of trying to push me off, he gently pushed the back of my head down on it.
“I’m here.” he said softly.
I kept eye contact with him as I licked the base of his dick. He started jerking his hips a little bit.
“Yeah….” he said on the phone.
I was sure he didn’t have a clue what his wife was talking about. I bent my head down and drooled spit down onto his balls before cupping and rubbing them.
“Oh fuck.” he whined as I gently pulled his dick up to place a ball in my mouth.
Yeah, I was purposely being nasty, I had a point to prove.
“Mmmmm, yeah…… yeah let me call you back.” he said.
He hung the phone up quickly, throwing it on the floor as I removed my mouth from his balls.
“What the fuck Ver…..Veronica.” he said as I jacked his dick.
I sat up and moved on top of him. I inserted his dick into my drenched pussy.
“Oh fuck.” he said out of breath as his cell phone vibrated on the floor again. It was his wife again.
“Shit, she is gonna kill me.” he said panting.
I bent over him, my titties brushing his face as I moved my hips on his massive dick.
“Fuck….oh fuck.” he said over and over.
I wrapped my hand around his neck.
“Look at me.” I commanded.
His eyes opened as I rocked back and forth on his dick.
“When I am done with you, then you can call her. WHEN….I……AM…..DONE.” I said, my voice low.
He went to say something, when I slapped his face.
SMACK!
“Understand?” I asked.
He tried to grab at my waist, but I caught his arms, releasing my grip around his neck.
“No.” I said pinning his arms down, still riding him.
“Veronica…… oh shit….baby, listen.” he said.
SMACK!
He was getting angry.
“Do you understand?” I asked again.
He looked at me, rage in his eyes.
SMACK!
“Answer me.” I demanded.
He nodded.
“She can have you when I am done.” I whispered as I grabbed his chin, bringing his mouth to mine.
“When I am done.” I said, my tongue licking his lips.
I went back to bouncing on him, the headboard beating against the wall, my titties bouncing on his face before he caught one, biting it gently.
“You like that?” I asked him.
He nodded.
“Tell me.” I said.
“Yeah.”
“You like this pussy, don’t you?” I asked.
Again, he nodded.
“Answer me bitch.” I said.
His eyes got big. I wasn’t backing down. It was my turn to be in complete control.
“You heard me, answer me…. bitch.” I said.
He cracked a smile.
“Yeah, I like this pussy.”
I smiled, pleased with his compliance.
“Fuck yeah……I love this shit.” he whined.
“Yeah, you do…. I know you love it.” I said, talking shit to him.
“Damn baby….”
“I fuck you better than your wife, don’t I?” I whispered.
His eyes opened and he looked at me.
“Tell me.” I said.
“Yeah” he said lowly.
“Yeah what?” I asked, my hips slow winding on his dick.
“You fuck better than my wife.” he said softly.
“Louder.” I demanded.
“You fuck better than my wife.” he said at a normal tone.
I reached down and rubbed my clit, getting pussy juice on my fingers before inserting those fingers into Marcus’ mouth.
“Suck.” I said.
He licked my fingers dry.
“Now kiss her with me on your tongue.” I said.
“Damn you are nasty as fuck.” he said grunting.
“You like me being nasty?”
“Hell yeah, I love a nasty bitch.” he gritted through his teeth.
I smiled as he reached up to kiss me, his tongue sliding into my mouth.
I managed to turn around, my ass in his face, I re-inserted his dick inside of me. Now I was able to ride him with the mirror directly in front of me. I leaned over, exposing my full, round, plump big ass in front of Marcus. He smacked my ass as I bounced up and down.
“Oh fuck.” I said as he slid his finger inside my asshole.
I turned my head, looking at him as I rode him reverse cowgirl style.
“SSSSSSHHHHHIIIIIITTTTT” I whined as a flood of cum erupted out of me and around his dick.
Marcus took to holding on to my waist, thrusting himself in and out of me.
“Oh fuck…. oh fuck…. oh fuck….” he repeated.
I grabbed hold to his ankles to balance myself as he fucked me.
“I’m about to……about to….”
“Do it……cum deep in me….” I pleaded.
He fell silent and without warning, he let out a loud and long grunting sound as he exploded deep inside of me.
Marcus collapsed back; I collapsed forward. we were both out of breath. Cum was spilling out of me and out of him onto the sheets. My entire body was shaking, I was no longer in control. My legs were twitching, my hands were shaking. I could hear Marcus breathing heavy, like he was having an asthma attack. I looked at him in the reflection of the mirror, he was dripping sweat and his leg was twitching, but otherwise ok.
“You….ok?” he whispered.
I threw a thumbs up. I didn’t have any words for what just happened. I was completely spent. We laid there…. the two of us in a hotel room, exhausted. I could hear the faint sound of car horns, boat horns and some people down below, going about their afternoon.
Then that’s when it all changed. Suddenly, as if on cue, it started off faint, like it was far away, then it seemed to get closer, louder. I lifted my head to see if I could pinpoint the origin when finally, it became clear. I couldn’t make it out at first.
“What is that?” I heard Marcus say.
It was coming from the hallway. Neither of us wanted to get up and check it out.
“What in the world?” I said softly. It grew louder…. closer.
Then it became clear, there was no denying what it was at that point.
Applause.
It was fucking applause, coming from the hallway, right outside our hotel room door.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Marcus said.
I sat up in the bed, looked at the door.
“I feel so invaded.” I half laughed.
“MOVE AWAY FROM THE DOOR ASSHOLES” Marcus yelled.
The applause stopped, only to be followed by feet scurrying away. I looked over at Marcus who was shaking his head and rubbing his forehead. His cell phone was vibrating again.
“Take the phone, go out on the balcony and come up with a good ass story. I am going to get in the shower.” I said.
I turned the shower on before peeking out of the peep hole of the door. The hallway appeared to be empty.
“Fucking perverts.” I said to myself as I threw my hair in a messy ponytail.
Marcus was busy on the balcony, pacing back and forth. I was sure he was getting his ass chewed out. I shrugged as I walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The steam filled my lungs as I stood under the shower head.
“Veronica” Marcus called out.
“Yeah.” I said turning around to let the water beat my back.
“Hey…. I gotta head out.” he said opening the door just a little.
“Ok, I will talk to you later.”
“You ok?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes and made an affirmative sound.
“Yeah, I am fine.” I said grabbing the body wash and my washcloth.
“Ok, I will see you later on?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He left before I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my body in a robe. The room was a mess. The bed was destroyed. Sheets, pillows and comforter were all thrown across the room. A huge wet spot was in the middle of the bed. Glasses were everywhere. My clothes were still on the floor. I got dressed and called for Housekeeping to come to the room once I left. I got dressed and headed to the elevators.
“Hey Veronica, are you feeling better?” Brian asked.
“Much, much better.” I smiled.
“Good, we are all going out to eat tonight, please come.” he said.
I cracked a smile.
“Sure, who all is going?”
“Everyone, Miranda just spoke to Marcus, and he said he would come. We weren’t sure if you felt up to it.” he said.
I nodded.
“Yeah, why not?” I said.
“Great, well we are meeting down here at 7pm.” he said.
I nodded.
“Good, I just need to run out really quick anyway, so I will be here then.” I smiled as Marcus came walking up.
“Hey man.” Brian said.
“Hey”
“How was lunch with your friend?” Brian asked.
“Great…. good to catch up.” Marcus said.
I looked at my watch.
“I better get going, my Uber is here.” I announced before walking off.
“Veronica…. wait up.” Marcus said.
“I really have to go; I will see you all for dinner…. tonight.” I said.
6:50pm
I waited down in the lobby for everyone to finish arriving.
“Good evening.” I said hugging some coworkers and posing for pictures.
Marcus walked down, talking to a few guys as I stood listening to some co-workers talk about the sessions they attended.
“I will be there all day tomorrow.” I said proudly.
“Girl, you didn’t miss anything. These speakers can be a little long winded.” Keisha said.
I smiled as some SUVs pulled up.
“Here we are.” Brian announced.
We rode out to a restaurant called Bencotto Italian Kitchen.
“They are just getting the room together.” Brian said.
“You look nice.” Marcus whispered.
“Thanks.”
“Nice dress”
I smiled.
“Hold this remote for me, will you?” I asked.
“Remote? For what?”
“It’s a toy I have.” I said, not looking at him.
I looked around as we stood in the lobby of the restaurant.
“Tell me what it is.” he whispered.
“It’s a vibrator that I have in my pussy, you control whether or not I get off tonight.” I said.
I walked off and met some other co-workers who were standing nearby.
“Right this way folks.” the hostess said.
We walked to the private dining room when I felt the first pulse. I stopped in my tracks.
“You ok?” Keisha asked.
“Yeah” I cleated my throat.
I straightened myself and walked to the table, I was in between Sylvia, who is nosy as hell and Miranda who can talk a Jehovah’s Witness to death. Marcus sat directly across from me. He had the vibrator on a low setting, it was low enough to where I could continue a conversation, but eventually I would have to relieve myself. Thank God I was wearing a black dress, hide any wet stains.
“Soooo…. what looks good?” Brian announced.
I looked at the menu, answered some questions from Miranda when the vibrator went up.
“Oh fuck” I said, my legs twitching.
“You ok?”
“Yeah,” I cleared my throat…. looked over at Marcus who was in the middle of a conversation.
The vibrator was hitting on my G-spot. I had to grab my thigh under the tablecloth to try and keep my composure.
“Are you ready to order ma’am.” the waitress said.
I looked up at her. The pulsing in my pussy was too much.
“Yea….yeah….” I said biting my bottom lip.
“I will have the shrimmmmpppppp……”
I cleared my throat as the intensity went up.
I looked at Marcus, shooting him daggers. He looked at me and smiled.
“What ma’am?”
“The shrimp meatballs and lobster sauce” I said trying to not grit my teeth.
“Ok, and what is your main entree?”
I closed my eyes tight; the first orgasm was coming.
“I’m not sure yet….” I said.
She looked at me puzzled but decided that she would come back after I got my appetizer.
“Thanks.” I said, my legs twitching.
I sipped my water as Miranda gave her order.
“You ok?” Marcus asked.
“I’m about to explode.” I confessed.
I turned my phone over. I couldn’t concentrate on anything, let alone text.
“Oh fuck.” I said under my breath.
I squirmed in my seat, trying to adjust the vibrator.
“Excuse me.” I said as I got up and headed to the restroom. I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked into the restroom, into the last stall, luckily the bathroom was fully enclosed. I stood up against the door as the pulsating continued.
Someone walked in, trying to open the door. I peeked through and saw Marcus standing there. He pushed his way inside and quickly shut the door behind him.
“What are you doing? This is the ladies’ bathroom.” I whispered.
“So, you scared?”
“Hell yeah, our co-workers are out there, this shit can’t get out.” I said as he took the remote out.
He hit the ‘High” button and I almost doubled over.
“Oh shit” I said.
There I was, in a public restaurant bathroom, on my knees about to cum all over myself. It was truly a low moment. Did I care? No, I needed to get off so bad.
“Turn it off.” I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.
Marcus squatted down.
“No.”
I reached up t grab it from him, he moved his hand.
“Turn it off.” I gritted.
He stood up, his back against the bathroom stall. He undid his pants and whipped his dick out.
I shook my head no as my pussy was cumming repeatedly.
“I’ll turn it off, come suck on it” he whispered.
I moved over to him, still on my knees, my lower body completely shaking like I was having a seizure. He held his dick in front of me.
“Suck it.” he said.
I took him in my mouth, saliva dripping down. He grabbed the back of my head and began thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth.
“Oh fuck” he whispered.
Around us, toilets were flushing, and women were coming in and out, no clue what was going on in the last stall.
I sucked him off, as he fucked my throat.
“Now who’s the bitch?” he asked in a low voice.
I moaned.
“Sucking my dick in a bathroom like a fucking slut……. you like being a slut?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer him.
“Suck that dick….”
He thrusted harder, down my throat.
“There you go, nasty bitch……. suck that dick” he said.
Again, I moaned. My pussy juices were now running down my legs.
“Fuck, I’m about to……”
Without warning, he shot a load to the back of my throat, I had no choice but to swallow it down. He pulled the remote out and turned the vibrator off. He put his pants back on and adjusted himself as I stumbled to my feet. I hiked my dress up, around my waist, pulled my panties off and stuffed them in Marcus’ pocket. I bent over the toilet, balancing myself and turned to look at him as I pulled the little vibrator out of my pussy.
“Ohhh fuck” I whined.
“Check and see if the coast is clear.” he said.
I opened the door; the bathroom was empty.
“Go ahead.” I said as he hurried out the door, passing a confused Asian lady as he rushed outside.
I stood in the bathroom, re-applied my makeup and sprayed perfume before I went back to the table.
“Everything ok?” Miranda asked.
“Girl…. I felt so sick. I am good though.” I said.
“Did you see Marcus?”
“Yeah, I think he is outside talking to his wife.” I pointed.
“I was about to come look for you, I didn’t see you in the restroom.” she said.
“I was in a stall.” I told her.
She got quiet, realizing how stupid she sounded.
“But you sure you, ok?”
I nodded.
“I am sure, something I ate just really tore me up.” I lied just as Marcus came back to the table.
“You ok?”
“Yeah, my daughter….” he said.
“You have something hanging out of your pocket.” Miranda pointed.
I looked at a piece of my lace panties sticking out.
“Oh, yeah…. thanks.” He said stuffing them back in quickly.
I sipped my water as he took his seat.
By the time I got back to my hotel room, it was almost eleven o’clock. I stood on the balcony, sipping some wine and enjoying the view. I turned all the lights off in my room, threw a robe on and just sat in the dark breeze. There was a knock at the door, I looked in the peephole to see Marcus standing there. I opened the door.
“It’s late” I said.
“I know, I came to drop off the remote.” he said taking it out of his other pocket.
“Thanks.”
“That was uhh…… kind of hot.” he said.
I cracked a smile.
“Yeah” I said sitting on the balcony.
“You want to join me?” I asked.
He walked out and stood.
“Tomorrow is the last session and then we are going home.” I said softly.
“Yep”
“Back to reality.” I said.
“Yep”
I stood up and walked over to him.
“Back to being just co-workers.”
He looked at me.
“Yeah……I guess so.”
I backed myself up against the balcony railing. I opened my robe, revealing my naked body underneath.
“Damn” he said.
He pulled the table over.
“Sit on it.” he said.
I climbed on top. I leaned against the railing.
Marcus pulled the chair up, sat down and scooted closer to the table.
He pushed my legs open and leaned his head in. The sensation of his tongue on my pussy, in that cool breeze was too much to handle. I rested my head back on the railing, my eyes staring at the stars over me. I was on the nineteenth floor, having my pussy eaten for all of San Diego to witness.
Marcus licked me nice and slow, his tongue so soft. I looked down at this vision of a man feasting on me. I moaned in pleasure as he tongues glided across my clit. He kept his hands on my waist, pulling me closer, into him.
“Oh yeah” I moaned as my nipples became erect from the breeze.
I grabbed the back of his head, pushing him into me. I started moving my hips in the same motion as his head. God, it felt so good. I never knew the adrenaline and excitement I would feel from getting head nineteen stories up.
“Damn baby.” I said as Marcus continued eating my pussy. His tongue was bringing me so much pleasure.
Without much fanfare, I came…. right into his mouth.
He sat back in the chair, the reflection of the moon highlighting the juices around his mouth. I bent down and licked myself off his face. He pulled me onto his lap.
“Back to reality tomorrow?” he asked.
“Back to reality” I whispered nodding my head.
“Then we have tonight, unless you are done now.”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked.
He grabbed both cheeks of my ass and squeezed, causing me to moan.
“You up for trying something new?” he asked.
“New like what?” I asked.
He licked my nipple and looked at me.
“Anal” he said with a devilish grin.
I walked back into the hotel room and got my clothes out for the next day.
“All I am saying is, we can try it if you want.” Marcus said.
“You are not putting that fucking ruler in my ass. That is the price you pay for having a big ass dick.” I said.
“It’s not that big.” he said looking down.
“Yeah? Well, let me fuck you with a dildo that is nine inches and let’s see if it is too big for you.”
He looked at me.
“You’re feisty.” he said.
I shrugged.
“Apparently, you like feisty.”
He sat on the bed and flipped through TV programs.
“Do you think anyone noticed us being gone at dinner?”
“No, I did my best to lie and say you were talking to your wife.”
“Man, she has been blowing my phone up.” he said.
“Of course, after what happened yesterday, can you blame her?” I asked.
He shrugged.
“I may catch some hell when I get home, so if you don’t hear from me….”
“Don’t worry, I already know that when we get back, San Diego never happened.”
“No, I am not saying that I am saying that I may have to fall back and do the whole ‘best behavior’ type of thing.”
I nodded.
“No problem with me, I am sure that while you lie in bed, next to your wife, I will inevitably cross your mind.”
He chuckled.
“You will.”
“I know.”
“Has your boyfriend called you at all while you were here?” he asked.
“Yeah, we talked a few times.” I said softly, guilt trying to overtake me.
“This would have been the perfect weekend for a threesome.” Marcus randomly said.
I laughed.
“A threesome, ever had one before?”
“Yep, I sure have, have you?”
I paused.
“Yeah, I did, in college.”
“Two guys?”
“No, a female and a guy.”
“Damn, how was that?”
“It was hot, the female…. she was…. amazing.” I said softly.
Marcus laughed.
“Having flashbacks?”
“We don’t keep in touch, but I do remember it. It’s funny, I haven’t thought about that in years. It was the first and only time I have ever been with a woman, but it was nice.” I shrugged.
“Why did you lose contact?”
“I went to Grad School, and she moved back home, I think. I really don’t know.”
“Did she eat your pussy?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Yeah, we had a full-on lesbian experience. Kissing, she went down on me, and I went down on her. The guy just kind of faded out.” I said.
“Damn.”
“Anyway, that’s my college experiment story.” I shrugged.
“It’s getting late. I should try and get some sleep, I just wanted to apologize for the bathroom scene.” he explained.
“What about it?”
“For having you on the bathroom floor sucking my dick like a hoe.” he said.
I put my hand on my hip.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked.
“Hell yeah, it was nasty as fuck, and I loved it.”
“Hmmm”
“Well, I will see you in the morning.” I said, unsure about his last comment.
He walked up to me, his height towering over me. He reached inside my robe and inserted two fingers inside me. I gulped at the sudden intrusion to my pussy.
“I want some more of this.” he said.
I looked him in his eyes and nodded, obediently.
He removed his fingers, slid them in his mouth and walked out the door.
The next morning, I was sipping my coffee and eating a bagel, waiting for the session to start. Marcus came and sat next to me, last row, on the end.
“Did you sleep well?” Miranda asked in front of me.
“No, I was up all night talking to my boyfriend.” I laughed, holding up the coffee cup.
“Aww, he misses you?” she asked.
“Yeah, we miss each other.”
Marcus cleared his throat while checking his cell phone.
“This session is pretty empty.” I said looking around.
“A lot of people are heading home.” he said.
I shifted in my seat as the lights went down. I tried to pay attention, but while they played the twenty-minute video, Marcus’ hand reached over to my lap. Luckily for me, no one was sitting on my right.
He rubbed my thigh under the tablecloth before gently pulling up the front of my dress. I tried to keep my attention the monitor until I felt Marcus’ hand separate my legs. Thank God there was a tablecloth that completely covered the front of the table. If they had turned the lights on, they would have seen my entire pussy exposed. He had my legs open, as he slid his finger inside my pussy, rubbing on my clit.
“Oh shit.” I whispered.
I leaned back in my chair; my legs open as far as I could go as a plus size woman. He rubbed, all the while, keeping his attention on the video. I felt an orgasm coming, quickly. I looked around the room, everyone was paying attention to the screen, and I was busy about to get off. His long thick fingers rubbed my entire clit, causing me to jump with excitement. I tried to bite my button lip, anything to keep from moaning as he continued playing inside of me. Finally, when I couldn’t hide it anymore, I grabbed his arm, signaling for him to stop. He stopped, me panting for breath. He couldn’t move his hand, not yet. I needed to have him inside me. I needed to be fucked so bad after that little play session he just created.
I looked around the room, this session was two hours, and it was nowhere near over. I was desperate. I was dripping wet and what I needed more than anything was a good pounding. I thought about taking Marcus to my room and letting him fuck the hell out of me on the bed, in front of the mirror again. But that would raise too many eyebrows. I thought about getting him to meet me somewhere, but again, the eyes would notice.
“You ok?” he whispered.
I shook my head “no”
Hell no, I wasn’t ok. I wanted the dick, I had to have the dick.
He removed his arm, wiping his hand on a napkin as I pulled my dress back down.
An hour later, the elevators doors opened to the rooftop deck. I tugged at Marcus’ arm as we walked off.
“We only have thirty minutes.” I said.
Due to technical difficulties, we were on an extended break.
I walked out onto the deck, relieved to find it completely empty. There were lounge chairs and couches scattered around, with a panoramic view of the city.
“Who told you about this spot?” Marcus asked, sitting down on the lounge chair.
I smiled as I took my denim jacket off, bending down to unzip his pants and reach in to pull his dick.
“Whoa…. what if we get caught?” He asked, trying to stop my hand.
“We won’t, trust me.” I whispered.
He looked around nervously.
“Why don’t we wait until the session is over, even I can’t just whip it out anywhere.” he said.
I shook my head.
“I need it now.” I told him.
“You can wait, I can wait…. this is too much risk involved.”
“Too much risk?” I asked.
“Veronica….”
I pulled his dick out, it was already hard and ready to shoot. I pulled my dress up as I straddled my leg over his lap.
“Shhhhh” I said as he looked around to see if anyone was coming.
I eased his dick inside of me, both of us gasping for air.
“Oh shit.” he said.
My pussy was hot and a warm welcome considering the coolness of the San Diego morning.
I rocked back and forth on him slowly, my arm around his neck for support. He held on to the sides of my waist as I bounced on his dick.
“Oh fuck, I missed this.” I whined, throwing my head back.
“What the hell got into you.” He said as I circled my hips in motion.
“I needed you to fuck me.”
“You did?” He asked.
“Yeah baby.” I cried out.
I pushed him back on the lounge chair, pressing down on his chest as I bounced on his dick. My orgasm was coming, and I was determined to achieve it, right there.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled as my pussy contracted around his throbbing dick.
“Ride that dick baby.” he said, grunting. and out of breath.
“Oh shit…… oh shit baby……. oh fuck” I moaned as I was about to cum.
“Give it to me.” he said.
And with that, I released myself onto him.
“FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK” I yelled out.
I held still for a moment, not moving, both of us out of breath, with some sweat forming. I stood up slowly and dropped the skirt of my dress down. Marcus’ dick was still standing at attention.
“I didn’t cum.” he said.
I shrugged,
“I did.” I yawned.
“Really? You gonna leave me hanging like that?” he asked, getting a little loud.
“This was for me, later will be for you. We have to have a good send off before going home.” I told him, kissing his lip.
He stood up, frustrated as he got himself together.
“What time is your flight?” he asked.
“Same as yours.”
“Red eye?”
I nodded as we walked back into the hotel and waited for the elevators.
“Now, I feel better.” I sighed.
“Just using a brotha to get a nut.” he said.
I smiled.
“You enjoy being used.” I told him as the elevator doors opened and we stepped on.
By the time the session was over, we posed for a group photo, got some books autographed and I said goodbye to those who were leaving on the earlier flights. I slipped off and headed back to my room, alone.
I sat in the bathtub, the jacuzzi streaming bubbles all around me. I had a moment to think about the events of the three days for this trip. I started to feel bad. Genuinely feel bad. I liked Marcus and for all intents and purposes, we were cool friends. Now, the line had been crossed and there was no going back. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to be friends with him after this. How the hell am I supposed to be “just friends” after the man made my pussy sing an opera?
I leaned with my head back against the wall, closing my eyes and thinking about his mouth, his hands and that dick. That dick was so good, I would share him. It was so good, I wanted to negotiate new terms with his wife, see if I could get him during the week, just two or three days. No holidays needed. Yeah, I knew I was in trouble. I knew I was in trouble the moment I found out he would be on this trip as well. I knew it all along and I still played the game. Now, with a 10:30pm flight, I was having all kinds of wild thoughts. Yeah, it was back to reality. And yeah, I kind of knew I would probably not see him again once we were back home.
5:43pm
“Hey” I said opening the door and seeing Marcus standing there with his luggage.
“Did you eat?” he asked walking past me.
“No, I will just get some room service. It’s funny, I haven’t eaten nearly as much as I thought I would…. distracted I guess.” I smiled.
“I am starving now.” he said.
“Me too” I said giving him the menu.
“Are you nervous about going home?”
“As far as…”
“As far as me and you.” Marcus said.
“No, are you?”
He sat down on the foot of the bed.
“Are we gonna be cool?”
I looked at him.
“Yeah, of course. It sucks that we may not speak for a while, but under the circumstances….” I trailed off.
He reached out and pulled me closer to him.
“We did have fun.” he laughed.
“Hell yeah.” I said bending down to kiss him.
He took my shirt off, throwing it on the floor as I took his shirt off. We fell back on the bed, him on top of me. Marcus started kissing my neck, down to my collarbone before reaching my breasts. He unfastened my bra, throwing it on the floor as he placed a nipple in his mouth. He licked my nipple, squeezing both breasts together and rubbing his face in between my massive DD breasts. He kissed down my stomach, peeling my pants off.
“Damn.” I whispered as he pulled my panties off.
He pushed my legs open, sucking on my clit before turning me over and spreading my ass cheeks open. He licked the crack of my ass, burying his face. I moaned as he ran his finger down my crack. sticking it in my asshole. I moaned into the pillow as he rubbed my clit while eating my ass.
“Give me that ass.” he said as I got on my knees, ass in the air. Marcus got behind me, entered me slowly.
He eased his dick into me and held my waist as he eased in and out. He began picking up the speed, thrusting and ramming his dick inside of me. I screamed into the pillow as he smacked his hand across my ass. He pushed my head into the pillow as he pounded my pussy. He turned us over, me on top as I balanced myself, hands on his chest. I bounced my ass up and down his shaft. I leaned my body back, grabbing on to the sheets as he ran his hands up and down my body. He grabbed and squeezed my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.
I grabbed his hands as he rubbed my nipples.
“Oh fuck” I moaned.
I came hard on him, juices spilling out. I quickly jumped off and placed his dick in my mouth, sucking myself off of him. He moaned as I worked my hands up and down the shaft while sucking the tip.
“Deep throat it baby.” he hissed.
I eased him down my throat, gagging and drooling as he went in. His moans became louder as I rubbed his balls. I licked and tickled each one, kissing softly as I licked up his dick. I licked my fingers, getting them wet as I jacked him off with the other hand. I eased my hand under him, sucking his dick as I pushed further and further down. Finally, with his dick deep in my throat, I touched his asshole.
“What the fu….” he yelled, looking down at me.
I smiled, his dick filling my mouth as I pushed my finger in just a little more, then a little more. He laid back, his eyes wide as he stared at the ceiling. Oh yes, he liked his asshole being played with.
“Oh shit.” he groaned as I eased my finger in and out of his asshole while his dick was in my mouth. I was busy giving him double satisfaction.
“FUCKKKKK” he groaned again as I moved my finger in and out at a faster pace. His left leg started twitching as I gagged up and down his dick, my finger fucking his asshole.
“I’m close….fuck…..I’m’ close…..oh shit” he strained out.
With one final deep throat down on his dick, his cum shot down my throat, leaving me no time to force a swallow.
“OHHHHH MMMMYYYYY GOOOODDDDD” he yelled, coughing and out of breath.
I eased my finger out and slowly came off his dick.
“Goddamn, that was amazing.” he said grabbing on to the pillow.
I smiled, looking at his dick that was still standing at attention.
Unsatisfied, I crawled up, and straddled his head.
“Eat.” I commanded.
His eyes pleaded with me that he was exhausted. I didn’t care though. This was my last time with him, and I wanted him as much as I could get.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” I said.
I lowered my pussy on his face, my eyes closing as i felt his tongue begin to lick. I had thought about this very moment too many nights. His big juicy lips, his soft and thick tongue. Just reminding myself of it was making me hot. I slow winded my hips as my pussy covered his mouth. He pushed his head into me more and began humming on my clit. I threw my head back and let out the longest moan a woman could make. The humming on my clit felt like a personal vibrator. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pressed forward, holding on to the headboard of the bed for balance as I moved my hips faster. His nose was on my clit, and it felt incredible.
“Make me cum baby…. make this pussy cum.” I pleaded.
He was more than happy to oblige my request as he shook his whole head violently, touching every sensitive part of my pussy. This man was insatiable. I had no idea, although I had hoped, that sex with him would be this amazing. He made every part of my body tingle, he made me squirt, and fuck like an animal. I fucking loved it.
“Oh fuck, I’m about to cum.” I said still moving my hips as he clamped down on my thighs, causing me to not be able to go free.
Marcus flipped me over, my legs now on his shoulders. He eased his dick into me. Both of us sweating and out of breath. He moved in and out of me nice and slow.
“You like this?” he asked in my ear, his tongue licking my earlobe.
When he discovered my spot, I came so hard on his dick. He sat up, still fucking me and thrusting in and out of me. And just like clockwork, I squirted again.
“There you go….” he said proudly.
He began rubbing my clit, I grabbed the pillows, throwing them over my face. I had to scream, I had to let out as much noise as I could. I bit down on the pillow, smothering my own face as I screamed from the second orgasm. Marcus slowed down his stroke, giving it to me and sucking my nipple as he stroked. I scratched at his back, leaving my mark. I didn’t care if his wife saw it, if she did, she would know Veronica Marie Chandler had been with her man.
Our movements were in sync with one another.
“Kiss me.” I breathed.
He bent down, slipping his tongue, covered in my cum, into my mouth. I happily accepted it. I kissed him passionately, letting him tease me with his mouth.
“God, I love how you fuck me.” I whispered in his ear.
“Hell yeah.”
He pinned my arms over my head, never breaking his stride. He kissed my neck, kissed my chin, all the while, his monster was filling my pussy up.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum again.” he said, his mouth gaping open, his eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Cum in me…. cum deep in this pussy.” I said in his ear.
It sent him over the edge, two thrusts later, he was emptying his balls inside of me.
We laid on the bed, me on his chest. Both of us sweating and naked, out of breath and completely spent. I didn’t want to move; I didn’t want to speak. I had no words. None.
“You ok?” he asked, stroking my hair.
I looked up at him.
“Yeah.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“What’s wrong, talk to me.” he whispered.
I shook my head as he stroked my hair.
“I honestly don’t want this to….”
“End?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
He sighed.
“Me either.”
“I mean, I know…. but….”
He chuckled a little bit.
“I figured sex with you would be good, but this shit was not what a brotha was expecting.”
I looked at him again.
“No offense, but looking at you, I would have never guessed you are an animal in the bedroom, and I mean that as a compliment.” he said.
“Whatever.”
“No, I am serious, I thought my wife was a freak, but you got my whole head turned upside down, honestly, I don’t know whether to stalk you or be terrified of you.” he said rubbing his forehead.
I shook my head.
“Got a man feelin things he wasn’t expecting to feel. Like if I see you with another man who might be getting this, I really will feel some type of way. Shit, I don’t EVER want to share you. And how the fuck am I supposed to not share you when I am being shared my damn self?” he mumbled.
“Don’t show up in the rain, with a boom box outside of my window.”
He laughed.
“That pussy might get me convicted of breaking and entering, assault with a deadly weapon, DUI, Arson, manslaughter, you name it, I might do it.”
I playfully hit his arm as I sat up on the bed.
“Seriously though….” I said.
He sat next to me.
“Seriously…. we will see each other again.” he said kissing my cheek before getting up and heading into the bathroom, turning the shower on.
“Let me watch you one last time.” he said.
I walked in the bathroom, stepped in the steaming hot shower with Marcus behind me. He sat on the ledge and watched as I bathed myself, all the while stroking his dick gently.
“You gonna miss me?” I asked standing under the shower head.
“Absolutely.”
“You gonna think about me?”
“I already did before but I sure as hell will now. Shit might consume me.”
I smiled as I bent over, letting the water run through my ass.
“I have to pee.” I announced.
“Go ahead, let me watch, we have no secrets.”
“You want to watch me piss?” I asked.
He nodded.
“You’re serious.”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
I hiked my leg on the ledge, closed my eyes tightly and let a small stream out.
“Ouuuuuch” I said.
“What’s wrong.”
“It hurts like a bitch” I said, my eyes tearing up.
“What hurts?” he asked.
I didn’t answer, I just let it flow out, some of it springing onto Marcus’ foot.
“Sorry.” I said.
“No big deal, we are in the shower.” he said.
“Whew I know I got fucked good when it hurts to pee.” I said.
“Yeah, I’ve heard I cause that before.”
I shook my head and began washing my face, turning my face to the shower head.
We were silent for a moment.
“Did you ever think about me, you know….when playing with yourself?” Marcus asked.
I smiled, looking back at him.
“Yeah, a lot actually.” I said.
“What did you think about?”
“I used to play with my pussy, thinking about you eating me out during my lunch break, in the parking garage, the one over there by Barnes and Noble. I would think about you meeting me, discreetly, and I would be in the back of my SUV, seats down and you would lick my pussy.” I said.
His eyes grew big.
“While I was working?”
“Yeah, uniform and all.” I said.
He licked his lips.
“I would think about you licking my clit right there, letting me cum all over your tongue, then sliding your dick in me and fucking me right then and there, in the lowest level of the parking deck.
“Damn.”
“Oh, I thought about a lot when rubbing my pussy, thinking about you. Trust me.” I confessed.
He smiled.
“I thought about you too.” he said.
“Oh, I know.” I said cocky.
He walked over to me and kissed me.
“I will miss this.” he said.
We finished our showers, I popped two Aleve and got dressed for my five-hour flight back home. I decided I would eat at the airport. No time for room service.
We arrived at the airport, I grabbed some food from the concourse and sat down waiting for our flight to be called.
“It will be almost 6:00 when we get in.” I said to my boyfriend on the phone.
“Ok, will text me when you board, I’ll be out front to meet you.” he said.
“Ok, love you.” I whispered.
“Love you too, have a safe flight.”
I finished my food, boarded the plane and was knocked out before we ever took off.
6:07am
We landed back home; I woke up just as we were descending. I unbuckled myself and grabbed my carry-on. I was so tired and just wanted to get into my bed as soon as I could.
“Just landed” I texted to my boyfriend.
“I am stuck in some traffic, I’m on my way though.” his response said.
“Is your wife here?” I asked Marcus as we all walked to baggage claim.
“Yeah, she is out front.” he said softly.
I nodded, running my hands through my hair.
We waited at the baggage claim carousel for about fifteen minutes before our bags started coming out.
“See you later.” I said to Marcus as I grabbed my bag and walked out.
I headed out the door, the cool breeze welcoming me home. I stood out front waiting for my boyfriend, Derrick, to pull up. I didn’t see his car, but I knew he was coming.
“Ronnie?” someone yelled.
I didn’t say anything as I scrolled through my phone.
“Ronnie Chandler?!?!?”
I looked up to see where it came from. A small crowd dispersed like out of a movie.
“RONNIE CHANDLER???” the voice went again.
I looked over and saw her, she was still gorgeous as ever, the same way she looked in college. She hadn’t aged a day. Still had the flawless skin, the long wavy hair.
“Melissa? Melissa Franklin?” I asked.
“Wow.” we both said in unison hugging each other.
“God, it’s been….”
“Years” I said finishing her sentence.
“Veronica Chandler.” she said stepping back to look at me.
“Melissa Franklin” I said smiling.
“Well, it’s not Franklin anymore.” she said flashing her ring.
“Oh wow” I said.
We paused, as if we both remembered the last time we saw each other, the crazy college antics and that night…… that amazing night.
“Are you living here?”
“Girl yeah, I am just out picking up….”
“There you are!”
I turned around to see Marcus walking up, smiling big, until he saw me.
“My husband…. I am picking up this one.” she said kissing his cheek.
“Veronica, this is my husband,”
“Marcus….yeah, we work together.” I said.
Her eyes got big. Marcus looked confused.
“You two know each other?” he asked.
“Ronnie and I went to college together.” she explained.
“Girl, we have to catch up, I had no idea you two worked together!” she said smiling.
“Yeah, I went to the conference.”
“Wow, we have to get together Ronnie, what is your number babe?” she asked, taking out her cell phone just as Derrick pulled up, honking the horn.
Suddenly, I realized that the man who had just dicked and creamed me down was married to the one person on Earth who made me cum so hard, I blacked out, Melissa Franklin- Williams.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I thought to myself.