WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 122: Blowjob(9)

I gave her a slow, deep, full body massage, turned her over, and continued on her front.

"The son of a bitch never does this for me."

I played with her pubic hair, massaged her mons.

"You want to fuck me, don't you? Go ahead, I don't mind."

"No."

She looked puzzled.

"Well, yes. But there's something else I want to do with you first. Tell me I can do whatever I want with your body."

She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped.

"Trust me. I'm a total stranger. I just had you give me an outrageous blow job in front of your husband. You're alone in a strange city without a penny or even a stitch of clothing except for panties you should probably through out. Trust me."

She spreadeagled her long limbs, claiming the whole king-sized bed. Magnificent. "Okay."

"Okay what?"

"Okay, you can— what you said. Jeez, I don't even know your name."

I moved between her legs. Plenty of room there to spread out and enjoy myself. "Yes you do. Think of the man in your fantasies. His name is the same as mine. What's my name?"

"When I was a teenager, I used to think about this guy, he was four years older than me. He was beautiful."

 "And his name?"

"Antonio. Ahh."

I was massaging her snatch. "That's my name too. What a coincidence. And what should your name be?"

"Mm, that feels so good. I think I'll be— Amanda. I don't know why. I just like the name."

"It's a beautiful name. Suits you. Now, Amanda, I asked you to tell me something."

"Yes. Yes . . . Antonio. You can do anything you want with me. Use me. Enjoy me."

"I will. I'm going to do what I've longed to do since the moment you took off your shorts." I bent down and treated myself to a mouthful of her delicious fem fruit.

She gasped. I stuck my tongue into her wet slit and lapped away. She writhed. I tortured her clit, long like its owner, the way she'd tortured my cock. She moaned and whimpered. "He never does this for me either."

There was a mixture of sadness and anger in her voice. I came up for air. "You should let him know how you feel."

"You're right." She slid to the side of the bed and grabbed the hotel phone, pressed some numbers. I heard the phone ringing at the other end. "Come on, you fucker, answer. Probably drank himself to— hi, honey. Yes, it's me, your wife. Remember? Listen up now, I have something to tell you. Hmm? I'm somewhere very nice. Don't worry. In fact, I wanted to tell you just how nice." She wiggled her cunt in front of my face, as good as an engraved invitation. I resumed my midnight snack. "Ah, ah. I'm, I'm, very, very nice. What? No, nothing's wrong. Oohhh. Everything's v-very

 right, very, v-v-very. . . . No, in fact right now I'm hot. . . . It's because he's eating me. Yes, him. No, Chuck, you're the asshole, remember? Don't you dare hang up. Oh, oh. Chuck, I don't want to argue right— god, you're going to make me— yes? I don't care. No, I can't, no, no way. Ahhh, ahhh. I'm sorry, dear. Because, ohh, because, because, you idiot, I'm going to come in his mouth! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! You asshole! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"

It was quite an orgasm, long, intense, vocal, and wet.

"Yes, Chuck, you can believe what you heard. And he's still at it. I might come again. Forget it, I'm not coming back. I'm in love with his tongue. Whew! . . . Hah, in your dreams. . . . No, not yet, but if he wants to, he can. Well, if that's what I am then I'm talking to the man that made me. I told him he could do anything he wanted with me. . . . Fuck you. . . . Yeah, he's kneeling right there between my legs. He likes my legs, Chuck. He loves them. His cock looks delicious. You should have sucked him, Chuck. Nice body. I think he's going to do it. I hope so. I'm still horny for him. . . . Yeah, fuck you too. Cancel that. I'm never fucking you. Ah! Want to say hello? Because he's right on top of me. I can feel his, oohhoohh! Oh, yes, do it, do it! Not you, Chuck, him. . . . He's fucking me, asshole, that's what's going on! No, he's fucking my pussy, you're the asshole. But he can fuck my ass if he wants."

I pumped and pumped her cunt, as delicious to my cock as it had been to my tongue, while she continued her monologue to her husband, as obscene as anything that got Lenny Bruce arrested. I was amazed he hadn't hung up by now. Maybe vicarious sex was his kink. She described in flattering detail what it was like to be fucked by yours truly, using every opportunity to belittle her spouse's sexual prowess, interrupting herself frequently to gasp or moan or scream. Her words eventually became labored, her sentences halting and difficult to understand. She was starting to crest towards her second orgasm. I picked up the pace.

 "Oh god, honey, his cock, he's going to, it feels so fantastic, it's, god, oh, thanks so much, honey, for getting me to blow him. And for throw— keep doing that, that, Antonio— throwing me out. I'm so happy, I want his cock, I, aahhahhahhahahh!"

Another good orgasm went over the wires.

"Yes, dear, that was another one. I sure am, if you say so. Sorry, I can't come back. He's still hard and he's still way up inside me. He probably wants me to suck him off again. He says I'm a magnificent cocksucker . . . How would you know? Wait. He's whispering something. God, Chuck, you know what? He doesn't want me to suck him off. . . . Ha ha, he can if he wants later. Now he wants, he wants, listen, he wants to fuck my ass. Ooh, it gives me the shivers. . . . Of course I will. I know I never did . . . I promised. Oh, he pulled out. Wait a sec, I need to change hands. . . . I'm turning over so he can . . . I don't care. What are you going to do about it? If I want to I can, and I want to, I want to give him everything, I'll do whatever he wants if he'll just, ooooooh. . . . No, it's cold. The grease or whatever." I'd put some on the night table earlier, just in case. "Yes, I really am. . . . You can hang up if you want to, I don't care. In fact, oh, Chuck, his finger's in my hole. In fact, I'm tired of talking. I'm going to just lay the phone here so you can hear me if you want. I'm going to relax and concentrate of what he's, ohohoh."

I eased my cockhead into her asshole. Very nice. And up inside her colon. Pure heaven. Those long, long legs tried to wrap around mine.

She gasped and grunted as I carefully slid in and out of her. On each in- stroke she squeezed her buns together in instinctive resistance to my trespass, giving my cock intense pressure, as if I were pressing directly through her flesh into her innards; when I paused at greatest penetration, she became accustomed in a few seconds to the extra meat inside her and relaxed, which turned her insides liquid, encouraging me to press in another inch, which I could not resist doing, and which took her breath

 away; and when at last I began to withdraw, she squeezed again and whimpered, begging me with her body not to go.