I was pretty much on my hand and knees over her face taking a moment to catch my breath, and then I lowered my self a little and dragged my balls across her hair and face as I got off of her.
I needed about 15 minutes of recovery, so I suggested that she might want to clean up a bit. She headed to the bathroom and I heard the shower. I also heard the knock on the door and the call of, “Housekeeping!” I thought to myself that I might as well answer the door so I called out, “Hold on” and walked over to open it. I started out half hard and because eI knew I was going to show myself to a stranger again, I got full on hard by the time I pulled the door open and said, “Yes?”
The same girl as yesterday was standing there looking startled, and let out a little “Oh!” I said, “Sorry about that, but she just got done sucking me off.” She just stood there for a second and then said, “I’ll come back later”, but she didn’t move. Once again, I figured it was now or never, so I said, “No, problem. I like girls I don’t know to see my cock.” She said, “What about your girl friend?” I replied that she wasn’t my girlfriend, but just someone I wound up screwing around with after surprising her by getting naked and jacking off in front of her.
The maid said nothing, but looked down at my cock as I said that. I said to the maid, “She’s in the shower washing my cum out of her hair. Want to watch me stroke my cock?” She nodded and I reached down and started jacking. As I did so, I said, “Oh, fuck, I love having a stranger watch me do this.” She just stared for maybe half a minute so I said, “Want to touch it?” She quiet;y said “No”, so I kept on and then said, “You better get back to work before you get behind. In a little if you want you can just open the door and walk in on us. Have you ever watched a woman getting fucked before?” She said not in real life, and I told her if she wanted to she could. After she had left and Jane came out of the shower I thought about telling her, but decided not to, at least for now.
She had two towels wrapped around her. I asked her if she was getting modest on me, and she said, “I don’t know. I’m just not used to walking around naked.” I told her, “Yeah, well around home I’m sure your husband doesn’t care, but your his wife: he’s seen it all a million times. You’re my wh*r*, and I want your tits and pussy where I can see them if I want.” She dropped the towels and the said, “You want some coffee?” I said I did and pulled on my shorts and shirt and said I’d go get some. I told her, “Stay naked.” I went down to the lobby and grabbed two cups and some rolls. When I came back up the maid talking to a young man at her cart who was pushing a big wheeled tub full of towels. I watched them looking at me repeatedly and talking quietly as I cam down the hallway. When I reached them they had stopped talking. She quietly, politely said, “Good Morning”. I returned the greeting and then asked him what she had said about us. “Nothing, sir,” he said. “Really?” I looked at her and said, “I’m disappointed. I thought you liked looking at me jacking my cock and you didn’t even tell him that I told you you could come back in and watch us fuck!” Poor fellow looked like he was going to pass out! In a moment of discretion, I looked at him and said, “Just to be clear, I said she could come in and watch. Just her.”
When I got back to the room, we she sat on the edge of the bed and I grabbed the desk chair. As we had the coffee and rolls, I asked if she was still having fun. She said she was and that she never thought she do anything like this. She told me that part of the thrill was that is was so forbidden and it felt like a “giant sexual secret” that when she just thought about it made her heart beat faster. I’m pretty sure that for me a lot of the excitement was similar: the more forbidden, the more shocking, the more socially unacceptable my conduct, the more exciting it seemed. We chatted like that for a bit: a serious discussion rather than role play. I said to her, “Not to make you uncomfortable. Stop me if this does, but I really am getting off on the fact that the only cock you’ve had for decades is your husband, and suddenly you’re letting me fuck you.” she nodded, acknowledging her understanding and I said, “As a man, I know the your husband basically takes for granted that he owns your pussy. It’s exciting as all hell to me to think that I own that c*nt right now. You shouldn’t have even seen my cock, let alone suck it. You shouldn’t have any idea what it feels like to have my tongue in your mouth and my cock in your pussy. In his wildest imaginings your husband would never dream that you’ve been tonguing the balls and asshole of some guy you met three days ago. It is just beyond exciting that no matter how much he thinks it’s all his, for right now, I know that you will let me do any fucking thing I want.”
As I was speaking she had opened her mouth and was a little breathless. “What do you want?”, I asked. This time she got it right: “I want you to fuck my c*nt. I want to feel your cock in me.” I stripped off my shorts and crawled on top of her. As I drove my cock in side of her, I told her how exciting it was to be fucking another man’s woman. She moaned and kept pleading, “Fuck me. Fuck me.” At one point she said, “I’m just a sl*t. God, I love to spread my legs for you. I never knew how much I wanted to fuck strange men.” She hollered, and moaned and then periodically repeated, “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” As I got to the point that I wanted to cum I said to her, “Look at me. Look in my eyes. I want to see your eyes when I cum in you. When you feel me shooting inside of you, I want to see your eyes. Whose cum do you want in your c*nt, mine or you husband’s?” Between the heavy breathing she softly said, “Yours. I want your cum. It was so good, I practically collapsed on top of her. She lay under me literally shaking. It took a while to recover enough to get off the bed.
Now I needed serious recovery time if we were going to go again, and I really wanted to go again. the odds of my ever seeing her again weren’t good and I wanted more of this. When we were both breathing almost normally I suggested we go out and grab an early lunch. I told her, “I need to fuck you again, but it’s going to take a while before that will happen, so we might as well take our time.” She went to her suitcase and took out a bra, panties, a shirt, and a pair of jeans. I asked is she had a dress or skirt and she said she had a sundress with her. I told her to put that on and leave off the underwear. She kind of shivered and said, “Are you going to let other men see me?” I asked, “Do you want other men to see you?” She told me that she wasn’t really sure. She said that the idea was really exciting, and she loved the sl*t fantasy, but she hadn’t really planned to let it get this far, let alone any farther. I told her, “Well, you can always just say stop but if you have a little exhibitionist streak I bet you’d really enjoy it.” And of course while it was just role play, I was really enjoying her as a sl*t and humiliating her.
She put on the dress: it came to just above her knee and while you couldn’t see through it, it was pretty obvious from the sway of her tits that she had no bra. You couldn’t see though the dress, but when I pushed the material up against he pussy you could see the dark triangle of hair. When we hit the street she quietly said, “I know it’s not a big difference, but this feels so exciting. I can feel the air on my pussy and it’s like it’s dangerous.” We walked a few blocks, and while there were people around no one paid her any attention at all. We found a not very busy restaurant with sidewalk tables and stopped there. After the waiter had brought menus I told her to pull her dress up higher so that there was a chance that she would be seen. She tugged it up a little, and I told her, “More pull it up until you’re afraid that you’ve gone too far.” She pulled it a little higher: the top of the fabric was about six inches below her pussy. Because of the layout of the restaurant and the fact that we were the only customers at the outside tables, there was little risk of irritating management, but a pretty good chance that someone driving or walking nearby could see anything we did. I leaned over to her and quietly said, “Lean over here: I want to feel your tits.” She glanced around quickly and before she was done checking to see if we’d be seen, I lifted and squeezed one then the other. “What’s it feel like to be felt up in public. Does it make you hot to know that you’re my wh*r* today?” She just breathed, “Oh, god yeah”. I sat back and took her hand and put it on my cock. She rubbed my balls through my jeans and then squeezed my cock. She said, I don’t know if I’m going to make it through lunch. I want that big fucking thing inside me again.”
We straightened up and the waiter returned. When we said we still needed some time, he said, “No problem, Take your time” and then proceeded make a little idle chatter. He commented that it was getting pretty hot out and that’s why most people were dining inside. To Jane he said, “Well, at least you’re dressed for it.” (At this point you need to know that because of the table and the way she was holding the menu, the water had no idea that her dress was hiked way up, let alone that she was naked underneath). I said to him, “More than you know: she’s nude under the dress. No underwear. Want to see her pussy?”
I wish I had a picture of that look. He made a little nervous laugh, and said, “SO I’ll be back in a little bit.” As he started to turn I said, “Hold on a second. Jane, show him your c*nt.” She leaned back and without looking at either of us, pulled her dress up enough that he could see her hairy pussy and then pretty quickly put it back down. He said, “Wow, you guys do this all the time?” I told him that we really barely know each other, but that she wanted to be treated like a wh*r*, so I was helping her accomplish that. He said that that was better than any tip he’s gotten lately, and left. For the remainder of the time at the restaurant she kept her dress down, but he came around a good bit to check on us. After I had paid the check and as he was basically saying goodby, I asked him if he’d like another little look. He said “Sure”, So I said “Jane, this time look at him when you show him your c*nt.” I was looking at her and she was once again just trembling and her breathing was strange. I said to her, “Spread your legs. I’m going to finger fuck you in front of this guy.” I rubbed her clit with the ball of my thumb while I fingered her pussy. She shivered and jerked a little, and I said, “You just came in front of a complete stranger, you sl*t. I wonder if your husband would believe that.” The waiter said, “Man, you guys are something. No one’s going to believe this.” I asked, do you want to touch her c*nt?” Before he could answer, she quietly said “No” and he said, “No problem. Thanks a lot.”
Walking back to the hotel, she said to me that this whole weekend she’s been constantly on the edge of an orgasm and has gotten progressively closer to that edge. She said that at this point she almost came when I asked the guy if he wanted to touch her. When we got back to the hotel, I told her as we crossed the lobby that I wanted her to get naked as soon as we were in the elevator. She gave me a kind of half smile and said, “Someone is going to see me. Oh, god, someone is going to see me naked.” We got in the elevator and she dropped the dress. Standing there she was an interesting sight: straight-ish hips, slightly saggy full tits and dark curly bush, with her eyes half closed and her breathing shallow and irregular. It occurred to me that someone might think she was high if they looked at there face.
Just as the doors were closing, they re-opened and she sagged in the knees a bit and she softly said “Oh, fuck” as a guy about her age -mid 40’s- in a suit stepped into the elevator. He quickly turned to face forward. When we got to three, he got off and so did we. I have no idea what he was thinking, but I know if I were him I would have really wanted to just turn around and look. He did not however. since he had gotten out in front of us, he saw no more of her, and turned left down the hall. She grabbed my arm and said, “Stop”. We were still in the elevator alcove and couldn’t be seen from the hallway. “Hang on. I can barely walk. I’ve been coming since he got on the elevator.” I asked, kind of laughing, “So, Jane, how’s your fantasy going? Feel like a wh*r* yet?” No answer, and I started toward the hallway, holding her elbow. She was till shaking. As we turned into the hallway, 2 young fellows -probably early 20’s- were coming out of a door about 20 feet away wearing swim trunks. When they finally looked our way and saw the naked woman coming down the hallway they did NOT look away. They were neither particularly good looking nor well built. Jane just stopped and and was practically vibrating. IT was obvious she was coming again. To my surprise she said, well loud enough for almost anyone in the hallway to hear, “Oh, fuck. They’re looking at my tits and my c*nt!”. They were stone still, staring and looking a little uncomfortable. Jane leaned against the wall and spread her legs at the same time that she said, “I can’t help myself” and began rubbing her pussy. She was letting out little screams. I don’t think it went of for more than 20 seconds.
As she kind of collected herself, One of the guys said, “Man, does she do that often?” I laughed and said, “I don’t think so. She’s somebody else’s wife and I barely know her.” He replied “So how did you two meet?” Jane was still leaning against the wall but had her legs back together and was looking down rather than at the guys. I said that she was the friend of a fuckbuddy and just happened to show up when we were playing around: “Long story short, she said she had a fantasy of being treated like a wh*r*, so that’s what we’re doing.” He said, “So she’s like a swinger or something?” and I replied that she had never cheated on her husband until the day before. the talkative one then said, “So she just had this fantasy and you get to do her? How cool is that?” And then after a slight pause, direct to Jane he said, “I’m sorry we’re talking about you like you’re not even here.” Before she said anything I told him that her fantasy was to be like a wh*r*, so basically this isn’t about a relationship. “She’s getting off on being treated like an available c*nt.”
For the first time Jane initiated something. She looked at both of them and said, “You can look at my pussy again if you want.” She spread her legs again and I rubbed her pussy and then said, “I’m going to finger fuck you in front of strangers again you wh*r*.” As I pounded her c*nt with my fingers she said “Oh fuck, oh fuck, they can see me getting fingered”. Again this only went on for less than minute. the guy who hadn’t been talking much said, “What does she charge?”
I replied that she wasn’t actually a prostitute, she just got off onto role playing. He said, “Oh, I get it”. We continued to Jane’s room and the guys left, shouting and talking loudly. When we got back to the room, she tossed her dress in the corner and flopped back on the bed. she said, My god, I need a nap after that!” I asked how much more time we had, and she replied that she was good until three (It was around 1:00 at the time) . I told her, “I get that you need a nap but I really want to fuck you again. My guess is that this isn’t going to happen much, if ever again, and you have no idea how much I get off on fucking you.”
I said to her, “Do you want to do me a favor and feel like a really big wh*r*?” she replied, “I don’t think I could feel more humiliated and more like a wh*r* if I were on the street corner. But I’m guessing you want me to let somebody else touch me or do me, and I just don’t want that.” I said, “Nope. I want you to call your husband when my cock is inside you.”
She said, “My god, I guess I could feel more sl*tty than I already do. I’m not sure about that.” I figured that back to the role playing might get her there, so I said, “You already are a fucking wh*r*. You let anybody who passed see you naked and I’ve been using your fucking c*nt all weekend. I told you before I want to own that c*nt with my cock and I love knowing that somebody else thinks its all theirs. I want you to call him and tell him you cant wait to get home and get him into bed so he thinks about your c*nt while I fuck it.”
She said, “That would be so fucking hot, but you can’t make any noise.” I grabbed her cell phone off the desk and handed it to her, and then leaned her over the edge of the bed, telling her ”I’m going to fuck you from behind while you talk to him. When I tap you on the head, get off the phone, OK?” She nodded and was already dialing as I took my clothes off. By the time I was naked, she was saying, “Hi Ron. How are you?” I let them have a little conversation and then surprised her by running my fingers up her slit. She just shook a little in response. As they were talking she finally got around to saying, “Bet you miss me.” followed by a pause and then, “Yeah well may be it’s absence that does that. If you were here we could work on that.” I knew what they were talking about so I placed a hand on her shoulder so she knew what was coming, and slowly put the head of my cock between her pussy lips and then ran my cock all the way in quickly. I stayed fully in her for a few seconds and then began rhythmically fucking her, moving her on the bed. She said into the phone, “OK, I have to go. Shelly (sister?) and I are going to screw around this afternoon. I need to go.” then, “OK, bye” and she ht the off button on the phone. the second she did she practically yelled, “Take me with that big cock. Fuck, I’ve been coming all day and thinking I wanted a cock inside of me. Fuck my wh*r* c*nt!”
“So whose pussy is this, mine or Ron’s?” “It’s your fucking c*nt any time you want it. I love it when you call it my c*nt. Fuck my c*nt full of your come.” It went on like that for several minutes. When we were done, I was exhausted (my stomach muscles still ache!) and she looked completely wilted.
We cleaned up. Took a shower together, which felt great, and then she put on a robe and said she wanted to nap for a while. I thanked her profusely for hitting all my buttons, and she said, “I don’t know what to say. I’ve never come so much or so hard, and I’ve never been so excited in my life.”
It was pretty good for me, too!
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