Lyn Crosses The Pond To Get Fucked And Fuck

I’m waiting anxiously by ‘Arrivals’ when you finally appear.  Cabin luggage gripped firmly by the handle follows faithfully behind your purposeful stride like an obedient lap dog.  Short wrap around pleated skirt held by a large safety pin reveals shapely legs and glimpses of an inviting thigh immediately attracting the gaze of numerous men as you pass them: their eyes awakened by your alluring presence follow you settling on your body hugging tank top revealing the outline of a pair of undulating shapely breasts held captive within the stretched fabric, aroused nipples trying to poke through.  You are conscience of their leering interest and revel in it.  You stop abruptly in your tracks looking eagerly about; blond strands of hair swishing around your turning head while those undulating breasts settle themselves. You ooze sexuality.

You spot the placard in my hand, a smile forms on your lips and I hear the eager clatter of approaching heels, your breasts in motion again in rhythm with your provocatively swinging hips.  We embrace, our bodies press against each other, your breasts squashing against my chest, my aroused cock pressing against your abdomen, we sense each other’s latent desire and kiss cheeks.

Greeting with our eyes and bodies only, no words pass between us.

Entering the taxi you purposefully duck low to expose the naked flesh of your shapely ass and I catch an enticing glimpse of vagina.  My hand reaches forward, fingers splayed cupping warm bare buttock as I help you in and my cock swells hard again.  Leaning against me in the taxi your palm rests on my protruding bulge feeling the growing movement within. You sit cross-legged showing off your shapely thighs as your skirt rides high.  We spot the driver’s smiling eyes fixed on the rear view mirror enjoying the same revealing sight.  Mischievously you uncross and part your legs baring a cropped pussy for his and my delight.  My hand slides ever so slowly down between your upper thighs savouring your smooth flesh.  My index and forefinger stroking your cropped mound back and forth over your closed puffy slit, enjoying the emanating heat.  A sudden blast of a car horn and our bodies are jolted as our distracted driver breaks hard and steers the car back on lane.  My fingers have slipped in between your now wet lips startling you.  I take the opportunity to ease them further in twisting them as I do so, enjoying your wetness.  We settle back, I, now inhaling the musky fragrance of your juices on my fingertips before licking them clean.  We journey in silence.

We arrive; I go to tip the driver, he grins broadly rejecting it saying he has already got his gratuity eyeing you, and nodding towards the memento of a wet patch still shimmering on the polished leather seat that you leave behind.

The small hotel selected is in a less salubrious part of the city down a quiet unassuming side street. It is an old Victorian building much in need of attention.  It has a shabby charm about it.  The overweight bald concierge at the desk checks us in giving you a long leering look, his eyes enjoying the hidden offering of your top.  We part leaving him with his crooked smile and lascivious thoughts.  A lanky greasy haired bellboy takes us up the stairs to our room: booked for a few hours. He walks well behind you mesmerised by the view of your bare buttocks, cheeks rubbing alluringly against each other as you ascend the stairs. You know he’s looking and accentuate your gait to torture him, and me even more.  On the final step you turn briefly around and smile at him as you notice his bulge. 

He displays a knowing smile as I tip him, winks at me as he leaves, his arm raised at the elbow with clenched fist giving the fucking up and down motion. I close the door on his smirking face.

The room is rather drab and squalid in need of a good clean, the furniture long due for replacement.  A lingering odour of stale cum hangs heavy in the air.  You pull back the bed covering, the sheet beneath has not been changed for days and reveals patches of numerous stains left by previous copulating couples.  That sight, the all-pervading odour and the general squalid appearance of the room heighten an uncontrollable urge within us.  No longer able to contain our desperate desire to fuck one and other we undress in haste.  No words are spoken only whispered curses, as we can’t shed our clothes fast enough. We leave them strewn around the floor.

The sight of your naked curvaceous body has my erect cock and groin aching with wanton desire.  Those gorgeous ample breasts long for my mauling hands, nipples begging to be sucked raw and that oh so desirable trimmed pussy just there for the taking.  You’re like a gourmet dish and I hardly know where to begin feasting on you.  We embrace clinging to each other momentarily; my cock nestling stiff between warm bellies pressed together, your breasts flattened against my chest, hot breadth mingling and hearts pounding before frenziedly running our exploring hands over each other.  No longer able to control my lustful craving I fling you face down onto the bed spreading your legs wide at the edge of the mattress.  Holding you down at the middle of your back I ease my cock into your tight wet offered cunt and slowly, rhythmically start thrusting back and forth savouring the sight of your submissiveness.  Buttocks clenched I begin my relentless fucking of you.  The mattress springs start to creek and twang and the headboard thumps against the wall confirming the force of each deep thrust as the bed becomes alive to the increasing piston delivery of my cock.

The combined sound of your soft moans and the cacophony of the bed urges me on.

I see your lips forming the silent begging words, ‘fuck me Tarqu, fill me, fuck me, fill me’.  Your cheek pressed down against a large patch of cum stain you start licking at it, wetting it, sucking and chewing at the loose sheeting savouring the revived taste of our predecessors.  Your arms outstretched above you, fingers grip the metal headboard as I continue to hammer into you.  Eventually my body stiffens as convulsions take hold and I feel my cum surging up through my shaft driving my cock, ejaculation follows ejaculation as I fill you.  Your body spasms uncontrollably causing your stomach to tense raising your ass high,  your loud breathless gasps tell me you too are climaxing. 

I lie resting over you, our breathing settles as we both regain ourselves; our cum intermixed oozing out from your fleshy lips, we add our contribution to the sheet.  

No words pass between us.

A short pause later and you are riding me, breaking me in.  My cock ridged once more, sliding inside you as you rise and fall, your divine breasts bouncing rhythmically in opposing wild undulation, my clutching hands feverishly mauling at them.  Your head raised up to the ceiling, I run my hands over your flushed face, your parted lips, and over your slender neck and down to those gorgeous bouncing breasts.  You now lean over me resting your hands either side twisting your hips, your flowing blond hair tickling my face whilst your breasts slap back and forth against my cheeks… I’m in heaven.  I grab them, feel their weight, twisting and squeezing them together; you bend down over me bringing them over my face smothering me in soft warm flesh.  Now mouth open I close over both hardened teats suckling noisily.  You are now fucking me hard once more, bouncing on me, treating my body as a trampoline.  The bed’s creaking and banging attracts the attention of the couple in the neighbouring room.  We hear muffled voices shouting through the wall, ‘ FUCK THE BITCH GIVE IT TO HER GOOD’. Now, pounding the wall they continue their repetitive rallying cry, ‘THRUST IN DEEP LIFT HER OF HER FEET’.

I’m trying to slow you down but you’re on a high and soon enough, head thrown back you are screaming at the top of your voice as you reach an orgasmic peak carrying me along with you as I once more empty into you.  We lie recovering listening to the sound of cheers and clapping from those beyond the wall.

Silence ensues.

Our finale has my mouth and tongue buried between your thighs, fingers griping your buttocks and gorging on fleshy lips and your exposed hood and clit. My head imprisoned under the weight of your buttocks drowning me in your flowing cum.  Above me your hungry mouth is taking in my bulbous glistening cock head and I hear the frantic sucking slurping sound of a voracious tongue working me. My testes in your closed palm separated by your thumb pressing each apart, imprisoned in that grip are being squeezed mercilessly.  My body contorts in pain.  Helplessly pinned down, you are milking me dry.  A creak of a floorboard causes you to look up; by the open door with trousers and pants around his ankles the bellboy has crept in.  Cheeks flushed he is furiously masturbating his long slender cock.  You beckon him and excitedly he starts to waddle over as best he can, but before he is able reach your outstretched hand his cock spurts spasms of cum across the carpet.  He retreats in embarrassment leaving only the trial of cum droplets on the carpet to mark his brief presence as his skinny ass disappears behind the slamming door.

Now sitting on top of me with a satisfied accomplished grin you silently indicate it’s time for you to go to catch your flight back. We shower in silence, I enjoying the live sight of your body for one last time. Dressed, we depart the hotel dropping the key off at reception. The bellboy stands sheepishly behind the desk avoiding eye contact. Through the open door to the concierge’s small office we see him seated by his desk, there are several screens on the wall.  On hearing our departure he slowly swivels around on his chair, a broad grin spread across his face before turning his attention back to one of the screens.  It is showing a woman riding a man, the camera zooms in filling the screen with her bouncing breasts as she fucks the contorting body beneath her.…  

we recognise ourselves.