Vacancy

“Is this seat taken?”

I looked up from my watered down cocktail, into the bright blue eyes of a handsome stranger.

I thought about answering him honestly and telling him that I was waiting or my boyfriend, who would be back any minute now. But, then, I remembered that it had already been over an hour since you stepped out to handle some “business”, leaving me alone at a bar in an unfamiliar city. I was angry.

“It’s not. Be my guest.” I gestured invitingly toward the stool next to me, noting as I did so that the bar was quite empty and there was no shortage of available seats.

“Come here often?” He joked, and I rolled my eyes but chuckled politely.

“Vacation.” I said in response. I watched the bartender pass him a fresh drink: scotch, neat, double. “Is that your usual drink, or are you trying to show off?” I asked directly, but playfully, considering what I might be able to learn about a man from his drink order.

He was tall, at least 6’3″, muscular. The army green shirt he wore stretched flatteringly across his broad chest and heavily muscled arms.

“Usual. Are you impressed?” I was, a little. “Are you here by yourself?”

I glanced around and answered, “So it would seem.” I tried to hide the sudden pang of annoyance I felt at the reminder that you’d abandoned me on yet another trip. Choosing work over time together.

We were 3 drinks in when my phone rang. You. I switched off the ringer and watched until your call went to my voicemail. Almost instantly, I received a text from you, “I’m sorry this is taking so long, it’s going to be a bit longer. I’ll make it up to you.”

I felt a twinge of guilt for allowing the stranger next to me to believe that I was single, and for flirting with him when I was supposed to be all yours. But, then, I felt his knee brush against my thigh as he turned to me. Heat rushed through my body, replacing the guilt with desire.

He must have been thinking along the same lines. “Do you want to get out of here?”

“So much.” I stood and collected my things.

He followed me keeping a slight distance between us, fully appreciating the view from the back.

I felt nervous, excited, curious as to how much time I had before you would return. Naughty.

I stopped in front of the door to the room that you and I shared, and dug in my bag for the room key. The stranger grabbed me then, spinning me around to kiss him. His strong hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh. He pressed against me, pushing my back into the door. I could feel his excitement through his jeans, and my pussy throbbed with anticipation.

“Open the fucking door,” he commanded, his voice deep and heavy with lust.

We were barely inside the room when he picked me up, pinning my body against the wall, kissing me deeply. I wrapped my long legs around his waist, locking my ankles together to keep me from falling. My skirt bunched at my hips. His big strong hands rubbed my thigh forcefully, making their way to my ass. He squeezed. Hard. My breath caught with the sensation.

He carried me over to the bed and dropped me on my back. He took off his shirt exposing tanned muscles that seemed to ripple and flex with every tiny motion. I wondered i the rest of him would be as large and strong.

I didn’t have to wonder for very long.

His cock stood at attention, long, thick, slightly curved upward. So much bigger than what I was used to. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to take all of him, but I was anxious to find out. My eyes widened with excitement and I moved to the edge of the bed preparing to wrap my mouth around it, but he stopped me.

His hand wrapped lightly around my throat and he tilted my head so that I could look up at him.

“Take off your clothes.” He ordered. I obeyed. He stood for a moment, looking at me, taking in the view. He cupped my breast with one hand, and rubbed his thumb over my nipple. Pleasure flowed from that point, slowly spreading through my body.

He kissed me, moving as he did so and forcing me to lie on my back. His right hand roamed every inch of my body. He broke off the kiss and moved his mouth to my breast, his tongue flicked my nipple and teased gently, before he covered it with his mouth, sucking, and nibbling.

I stretched my arms above my head, arching my back into him, craving more. With his left hand, he clasped both of my wrists together and pinned them against the headboard. His other hand moved down my body, over my stomach, and hips, to my pussy.

“Oh my god, you’re so wet.” He rubbed back and forth, slowly, teasing, stopping to rub circles around my clit. He was driving me crazy.

“Please!” I begged, grabbing his hand and guiding it lower. He took the hint and slipped two fingers inside me, quickly, deeply, over and over, pushing me closer to the edge I was already teetering on.

He moved his mouth from my breast, kissing along my rib cage. He positioned himself between my legs, and while his fingers explored inside me, he sucked and licked my clit.

I was so close. “I’m going to cum!” I realized then that I hadn’t even asked his name, and I smiled mischievously. Without warning, he stopped and rolled onto his back beside me. I suddenly felt cold, the heat of his body no longer warming mine. He was watching me intently, one large hand stroking his own cock.

“Come here.” He beckoned with a nod, and I rolled over to him. I kissed him quickly, and straddled him. His cock rubbed against my clit, rock hard.

I moved back up his body, turning around so that I could sit on his face. “Oh fuck!” He wrapped his arms around my thighs, holding my hips in place so that he could devour me. I sat back, feeling his tongue darting inside my pussy. I wiggled side to side, allowing him deeper and soaking his face with my wetness.

I leaned forward, taking his huge cock into my hands and kissed the tip. He growled, and the grip on my hips tightened. His cock throbbed against my lips, and I took him into my mouth, slowly, deeply.

Neither of us heard the door, but when I looked up again, you were standing in the dooray, watching.

I didn’t stop. I locked eyes with you and smiled wickedly, running the tip of his dick over my lips.

I watched you, watching me, and ran my tongue up the length of his shaft, stopping to swirl my tongue around the head. Your cheeks flushed. Anger, or pleasure, I wasn’t sure, but I kept going. My right hand wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down, as my mouth teased the tip.

I extended one finger, beckoning you closer. You hesitated. Again. I pointed to the floor just in front of the bed, showing you where I wanted you to stand. You stroked your cock through your pants, and I could clearly see that you were enjoying the show. You stepped forward, cautious but obedient.

He realized then that we were no longer alone and tried to sit up. I sat back on my heels forcing him back against the pillows with my hips. I took his cock out of my mouth long enough to say “don’t stop.” He seemed to consider for a moment before he continued, licking from my pussy to my ass. I licked up his shaft again, back between my lips, filling my mouth with ever hard inch of him. I looked up at you, watching me.

I stretched out my left hand to rub your cock, while his reached to the back of my throat.

I pulled at your pants, silently signaling or you to remove them. Your cock was hard, standing straight up. Smaller than the one I was already choking on. I wrapped my hand around it, squeezing and teasing, up and down the shaft.

I stopped sucking, and moved to my knees to straddle him. I repositioned myself so that the tops of my feet rested on his abdomen, soles up. I reached for your shirt and pulled you toward me, needing your lips on mine. I ran my hands across your shoulders to your neck, pulling you closer. You kissed me, tentatively at first. You ran your fingers through my hair, your kiss growing more urgent with every second. You gripped my hair, pulling, and your tongue swirled hungrily inside my mouth, tasting. My pussy dripped onto the stranger’s cock, and he played with my ass while you kissed me.

I reached between my legs to grip his cock and guide it inside me. I slid slowly onto his cock, feeling my pussy stretch around it, trying to accommodate his girth. It felt so good.

I lowered myself to my elbows as he fucked me, my ass bouncing up and down as he filled me over and over, my pussy stretching wide around him.

You positioned yourself in front of me, and rubbed your cock over my lips, teasing. I opened my mouth for you, and you slid your cock inside slowly, loving the sensation.

I felt his hand on my ass, gripping, squeezing, holding my hips in place while he thrust upward into me. “You feel so good!” He said between thrusts, and slapped my ass. It stung, and I moaned against your cock. You felt the vibration from my mouth and your cock throbbed against my tongue.

You grabbed my head, forcing me to look up at you as you thrust into my mouth fast and rough. Tears streamed down my face and I gagged again and again, saliva pooling in my mouth and squirting outside of my lips.

“Fuck!” You moaned, and leaned your head back, pleasure rocketing through you.

“I’m going to cum!” He thrust deeper, harder.

I could barely breathe with your cock filling my mouth, but I moaned, thoroughly enjoying every inch that I was getting.

He exploded inside my pussy, and his fingers dug into my thighs, right as you came in my mouth, both of you filling me with cum at the same time. My own orgasm ripped through me and I cried out with pleasure.