The door slammed behind us just as I got pushed up against the wall and kissed. Hard. Which I didn’t mind at all. As a matter of fact, I encouraged him, biting his lower lip when he tried to pull away. He kissed me again, this time my head tagged the wall.
He used his large hands to maul my breasts through the thin silk of my top and I moaned.
“Gods woman you have me on fire,” he growled into my ear.
“I like a hot man,” I replied, “I like it better when the hot man is naked.”
He picked me up and carried me from the door, through the small foyer to the main part of the hotel room. He tossed me like ragdoll and I landed on my back on the kingsized bed.
“Oh, baby isn’t only hot, but strong too,” I teased.
He stripped off his shirt, dear Goddess was he built. A hard, well-built torso covered with chocolate skin and veins that covered him like a road map.
Standing up, I opened the four buttons on my blouse and let it pool by my feet.
Like most men, his gaze dropped to my breasts. I pressed the hard nipples against his chest.It wasn’t much of a stretch to kiss him hard on the lips. I slipped my hand between us and up between his thighs.
“You must like what you see, baby.” I cooed into his ear while slowly running my hand along that fabulously large bulge hiding inside his slacks.
Kissing his chest, I played with his nipples and made my way down his oh so hard body. Opening his pants was a snap and with a careful zip, they dropped to the ground leaving me with an ‘oh so perfect’ cock staring me in the face.
“I must be living right,” he said, as I wrapped my hand around the thick shaft, pumped it slowly, and brought the dark plow shaped head to my lips.
The groan that reached my ears sounded very needful. I continued giving the man my full attention as his words of pleasure and encouragement dissolved into animalistic, incoherent growls. As they grew louder, I slowed my pace, letting him return from the edge.
“Woman you are a witch,” his voice a growl.
“Abra,” I said, licking the shaft from base to tip along the underside, “cadabra,” I continued, taking the whole head in my mouth, and sucking it, hard.
He grabbed my hair, lacing his fingers into the thick strands. He growled and tried pulling my head to his crotch. I put my hands on his hips and stopped him. The struggle lasted only seconds and he relented when my teeth came into light contact with his shaft.
I looked up at him, made sure he had eye contact with me and I slowly consumed his cock. It touched the back of my throat, and I stopped. I made sure he was still looking at me, and I swallowed. I swallowed as second time, and pulled him into my throat, and continued to swallow until my nose pressed again him.
Seconds later, his balls drew up tight, the shaft swelled in my mouth as he launched rope after rope of cum down my throat. When he was done, I stood and kissed him hard on the mouth, sharing the taste of his spending with him. He pulled back, a surprised look on his face. Guess he’d never tasted cum before, his own or anyone else’s. I laughed and urged him backwards until his knees hit the bed and he fell backwards.
While he recovered I went to the bathroom and rinsed the taste of him out of my mouth. When I got back, he was in the middle of the bed wearing only his socks. My skirt joined my blouse on the floor and I flipped the sheet to the end of the bed. Crawling up the bed, I sank low enough to let the head of his cock drag down my body, between my breasts, down my abs until it nestled into the damp curls between my thighs.
“Ummm,” I moaned, leaning forward, draping myself over his chest so I could look down into his face. “Still want me, baby?” I asked, pressing my wet sex against his shaft.
My lover groaned as I slicked him with copious amounts of natural lube. It didn’t take long before he was ready to go again. I slid far enough up so I captured the uncircumcised head between my nethers and linked us together.
It was my turn to groan. I ground my sex against his, round and round, then up and down. Each small thrust capturing a bit more of him. I smiled, laughing as I devoured him, completely, reveling in the feel of his maleness lodged fully inside me. I closed my emotions off and rode him like a stud, reveling in the physical pleasures his cock produced in me. A creature like me enjoys a good reaming, even when the creature its attached to is a despicable monster.
He grasped my breasts in his big hands, not quite capturing all the flesh. The sensations were powerful, heady, he pinched my nipples and I roared, clamping my internal muscles down in his manhood. I dangled the nipples over his lips and he captured one. He bit, hard, and felt the ripples of my orgasm start to build.
“Yes baby, love mama,” I groaned at him. Reaching under his head, I lifted him up slightly so he didn’t have to strain to keep my tit in his mouth. “Love mama,” repeated as I got close. My body tensed, electricity coiled inside me.
He kept suckling and I couldn’t help my body’s response. I knew exactly when I let down, my lover’s eyes went wide as he got a mouth full. He tried to pull away but I wouldn’t let him. I held his head in place, forcing to drink or drown.
The tension built higher, a wave hovering over my head, then crashed down. I don’t know if I screamed as the pleasure ripped through me or not. My world blued out.
When the world returned, I knew I’d hurt him. His breathing was labored, and there were bruises forming on his chest and face. They would darken nicely by the time I was through.
Turning him over was piffling easy. His cries were muffled by the pillows piled around his head.
He’d had his fun, it was time for me to have mine.
I ran my hand over his still taut ass then slipped a finger down the crease.
“Oh my,” I said letting my voice harden a touch, “such sweet cheeks.”
“No, you can’t!”
“Oh, but I can, lover, I can. Who’s going to stop me? You?” I laughed, there was little mirth in the sound. “That’s what you told them, isn’t it? The little boys, girls and wives you seduced. The ones you soiled.”
For the second time, I straddled the man’s body. This time instead of his hips, I sat on the back of his thighs. I let the change come. I became the mirror image of my lover, hard bodied, strong, and intensely male.
“Ummm,” I moaned leaning over the man’s back pressing forward with a new feature that drooled fluid like a drippy faucet. “You are so going to love this.”
I positioned my cock at the dark rosebud.
“No! No! God, please no!”
“How many have said the same thing to you?” I asked, and pushed through.