Chapter Four #3
“I’m coming, I’m fucking coming,” I grunt out through gritted teeth, drawing my thumb over her chubby clitoris.
She’s dark red, and her pussy is clenching me as cum shoots from my tip in a blinding rush.
Does she cum? I barely have time to think before I lose all sense and become a rutting, spraying fiend.
The condom bulges when I pull from her swollen hole.
She looks battered. Her stomach is heaving, and I see the flash of white as her teeth dig into her lower lip.
I fight the urge to flip on the light as I move and toss the condom into a waste bin.
Even the bottom of my feet feel sweaty as I stand tall, out of breath, my cock still stiff and bobbing toward the bed and the warm, limp, well-fucked body that lies there.
I grab another condom and roll it on.
Cyndi, the sex worker, lets out a short whimper when I spin her onto her belly and pull her ass up.
Fuck, that ass is glorious. I do something I’ve never had the urge to do before.
I spank her and watch it jiggle. Then I spread her cheeks and inspect her asshole.
A tight little star that makes my cock throb.
“Can I fuck it?” I ask huskily, brushing my thumb over it and watching as it puckers like a sea anemone.
“You can do whatever you want to me,” Cyndi murmurs, her face muffled against the bed. My own asshole twitches at what I’m about to do to this tiny thing. She’s a professional, I tell myself.
I line up to her asshole and shove in hard. She grunts but wiggles, letting me know she’s okay. I push harder and see the Milky Way when her tight backdoor swallows me up. Second time fucking and I’m balls to the walls in ass. Holy hell.
My immense pleasure is laced with guilt as I fuck her, gripping her round hips with bruising strength.
So after a few minutes of savoring the new tightness, I reach under and begin stroking her clitoris.
Her legs tense, tightening, but she doesn’t protest. I finger her wet pussy and fuck her ass, going harder and harder.
So hard she’s shoved forward and off her knees, landing prone on her belly.
I don’t stop boning her. She’s twisting under me, panting, and I whisper, “Let it out, you don’t have to be quiet. ”
On my words, she suddenly wails like a banshee, and I feel her walls tighten around my fingers and my cock simultaneously. Liquid is gushing, and my thighs grow sloppy wet, too slippery to fuck with the same momentum.
“Are you—are you fucking squirting?” I gasp, and she’s trembling too hard under me to answer. Fuck, I want to see her face. Are her eyes rolling like a wild horse? Is her mouth gaping? “Fucking hot little slut.”
My cock thickens, and my knees are spread so wide to find traction that I’m almost doing the splits over her little ass. My back snaps, and my balls explode. I pat her clit over and over as throbbing semen spills, unloading into the condom as her ass vibrates around me.
I hook her waist and roll us both sideways and out of the spreading wet spot.
She’s quivering, drained, and I can’t stop the grin spreading across my face.
Fuck yes. Of course I’m fucking good at this.
I’ve been an athlete my whole life. I’m good at everything I try.
I slap her clit a few more times, enjoying her sated whines.
Then I ease free of her perfect ass, pulling off the full condom and tossing it aside.
I’ll need to leave a big tip for the maid.
Sprawled on my back, every muscle relaxed, I’m the most content I’ve been in years. Damn. Having my balls double drained and getting my first deep pussy massage is what’s up.
I need to see this girl again. And again. And again.
A low gasp wakes me, and I rub at my gritty eyes. Fuck, what time is it? I’m buck ass naked still, my balls lying on the bed and my sleepy dick stuck to my thigh.
“What’s up?” I mutter, blinking as I look for Cyndi.
Her back is to me, and I get a great view of her thick ass and hourglass waist. My cock throbs.
What color is her hair? I don’t know if it’s brown or blond or gray, but some weird mix.
And it’s long, long enough that I regret not wrapping it around my fist. Yup.
I definitely need to see this girl again.
“Sorry, I have to go,” she mumbles in a tremulous voice, not turning to look at me even as I sit up.
She’s pulling a tiny dress over her head.
It falls neatly into place, barely covering that bare ass.
If I were on a walk with her in that thing, I wouldn’t be able to stop from reaching under and grabbing one pert cheek—
“Wait!” Her slim back and slapable ass hypnotize me, because I barely notice that she’s slipped on some bulky clog heel things and she’s grabbing a phone and hurrying to the door.
She does not wait. I struggle to grab my sweats, barely able to get them over my swinging dick, and I hop on one foot after her. By the time I’m covered and have the door open, I just see the elevator door shut, and she’s gone.