He [f]ucked all of [m]y holes... AMWF | 2016

My hands trembled as I put the phone down. He was coming to the hotel. I checked my hair in the mirror, all red waves cascading down my shoulders, and then I started to put away my travel things. I wanted to stay busy so I wouldn’t think about what was going to (or might not) happen. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and he was there.

Stupid hotel door, I thought to myself as Paul came in. I must not have shut it all the way (he told me later he thought that I had left it open on purpose). Then he turned around and I thought, Oh my God. I had forgotten how hot he was. All tan, smooth skin- tall and gorgeous, with dark eyes and hair. (Just writing this makes my breathing a little shallow, remembering how he looked at that exact moment, coming into the room.)

He turned to face me, those exotic eyes fixed on me. His eyes mirrored mine; pure, unadulterated desire. I know that both of us had discussed ending it, and maybe just talking- no sex. But the next thing I knew, he had scooped me up into his arms for a hug. His warm body felt so good next to mine, and I was very aware of how his whole body was pressed up against me. When Paul pulled back from the hug, he looked at me a moment, then gave me a light kiss. The burning urge that had erupted at the pit of my belly as soon as he walked through the door consumed me, and I put my mouth against his, hungrily. All that mattered to me was touching Paul, my sex god, gliding my hands up the smooth skin of his back, and wanting, wanting more...

His hand reached down to feel the curve of my ass through my denim shorts, and I moaned, reaching for that cock, the lengthy specimen that I knew would be throbbing already. I was pleased to feel it against my bare leg through his shorts before my hand made it there. “Oh, Pauulll,” I sighed. “It’s so hard. So hard for me already.”

“Yes, it is. You always do that to me.” I kissed him so greedily then, with my hand still defining his length through the shorts. I moved my mouth from his chin to his neck, nibbling, and then biting his earlobe gently. Each kiss was punctuated by my barely restrained lust, and his hands were groping my ass desperately. “Oh, Tracey. I want you. I want you,” he mumbled into my neck, then- “Grind against me. Feel me.” And I pushed my body against him, running my hands around his waist, arching my figure up against him to feel that rock-hard shaft. It tantalized and tortured me. I was salivating just thinking about getting it in my mouth again.

“Turn around,” he ordered with a touch of desperation in his voice, and I immediately obeyed. That musical voice that Paul has, so charming and seductive, and irresistible... I backed my ass up to him, and I felt his hands go around my waist. Bending over, I rubbed against his lap and he stood still against the wall. His hands reached under my shirt and cupped my soft, pale breasts through my white bra, and then lower down my soft stomach to the button of my shorts. I stopped him with my hands.

“Just pull them down,” I commanded slyly. When he did, and saw there was no underwear, he gasped audibly. Shrugging the shorts down and over my plump cheeks, they slid to the floor and his hands were already on my ass. I moaned as the sensation of his strong hands on my smooth backside washed over me, mmmm… So nice. I felt his cock jabbing me through his shorts again, and I turned around. “Did I surprise you?” I asked softly. He looked amazed still, “no panties...” He whispered, and my hands were already at the drawstring of his shorts, untying them, and he helped me pull them to the floor. Then he ripped his shirt off and flung it across the room. Seeing his body, so lean and tight yet soft and inviting....

I got on my knees immediately, kissing his stomach. He moaned with every lick and kiss, and when I got to his boxers, I pulled the head of that delicious cock through the front and just started licking it like a popsicle. I wanted it so much, and I’d waited so long. I gripped the base firmly in one hand, admiring the dusky deep color it had, several shades darker than the rest of his body. The scent of it was alluring to me, and I had to just suck it all into my mouth. I fixed my deep green eyes on his as I fucked his cock with my mouth. I could feel the throbbing vein on the shaft with my tongue...

Suddenly, Paul ripped his boxers off and pulled me to a standing position. “I have to fuck you now,” he said urgently, and I could hear the lust in his voice, making it almost difficult for him to speak. “I have to fuck your pussy.” I nodded wordlessly as he pushed me down on the bed. I looked up at him with big eyes, moaning and squirming with impatience to feel that big dick inside me again. He spread my long legs wide, revealing my recently trimmed pussy, already wet. He lifted up my legs and surged forward, ramming his cock into me.

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