Lustly(35)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Then I splurged and took them out to dinner, allowing them to order whatever they wanted. The food didn’t do anything for the guilt that I was feeling, or the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about Eli.

My life was ruined. I was my own worst enemy.

For another seven days I put up with Charlie, while doing my wifely duties at home. Eli never called me, nor would he answer any of my messages or texts. I’d crushed him, and I could hope that in time he’d forgive me.

I arrived at the hotel a little before ten to meet Frankie, and after a whole week to think about choices, I’d decided that I was still going to go through with whatever charade he was playing. Unlike the times before, I went out and bought a slinky little outfit, the top fabric stopped below my br**sts, exposing them, while the crotch was open as well. I positioned myself on the back of the couch, applied my mask, and spread my legs, like a good little whore would do. With anger motivating me, I heard the door open and kept my stature.

“Good morning, Frankie.”

He cleared his throat as he walked toward me. I felt his fingers start at one of my knees and go straight to my pu**y. He swiped two fingers between my folds, testing my excitement. I let my mouth open and ran my tongue over my lips. “You said that when I wanted you again, we could f**k.” I over-annunciated the word to get his attention.

He groaned and laughed simultaneously, while sampling my pu**y with his fingers. He took my hand and pulled me down off of the back of the couch until I was standing on the floor in front of him. I felt his lips smacking against mine and then he shoved me down on the sofa. He spread my legs wide open and dove in, while shoving his finger in me deep and forceful. It should have scared me, but Frankie’s touch always seemed to get me hot. Our sexual chemistry worked, and if I had nothing else in my life at least I would be satisfied. I heard the crackling of a condom wrapper when he lifted his face from my pu**y. He removed his fingers and lifted me up again, this time smacking my ass and unsnapping the lower part of my outfit. Fully exposed, I felt him slap my ass and then rub it out. He leaned me over more, making my ass stick up in the air. I wanted him to touch me there, and soon felt his tongue sliding between my cheeks. The idea of him licking my ass got me hot again. No man had ever touched me like Frankie and I was finally able to admit that I wanted him doing it. “You like that don’t you, you dirty man. Lick it. Make me cum, Frankie.”

He bent me over more and sucked my whole pu**y into his mouth. I listened to the sounds his mouth made as he began lapping me with his tongue. I could feel myself getting wetter with every stroke of his delightful tongue. With saliva as his guide he shoved a finger into my ass and started f**king me with it. His tongue still focused on my pu**y, and especially my clit. I was right there, ready to scream out into the dark room, when he stopped and flipped me over, spreading my legs into a split and moving his body in between them. I reached for his cock, grabbing it and moaning as I sunk down and shoved it into my mouth. The taste of the rubber was terrible, but I sucked on it anyway, roughly with no real pace. I had given up on morals and just wanted to become numb. I had to forget about my dreams, and focus on only my desires. I pulled his stiff c**k out of my mouth and sucked his balls, one at a time. He played with my hair as I continued stroking him with one hand while sucking on him as hard as I could. Even with the rubber between us, I felt his hot cum pouring out. He grabbed my hair and lifted me up, removing his rubber and letting the rest squirt all over my tits. I ran my hands through it and then felt him positioning himself to enter me. He wasn’t wearing a rubber and it scared me. I backed away. “Protection.”

“No.” He said loudly for the first time. Then I froze for another reason completely. I didn’t take off the mask. I should have, but I didn’t. A part of me was too afraid of what I’d see.

He positioned himself again, without protection, and I moved back as far as I could on the couch. “I said protection, Frankie.”

I heard him ripping the wrapper and spitting out the end. A few seconds later I felt him coming closer. Just to be safe I checked for protection, and felt satisfied that he was definitely wearing one. He smacked my clit with his cock, making me jump. Our lips met, and I tasted my pu**y on his tongue. The smell of his cum on my chest reminded me that he’d finished, but was still hard.

I got ready to say something, but he turned me around and entered me. He pulled my hair hard, forcing me to bend my neck back. I felt his lips coursing over my earlobe and then my skin. “Say my name,” he whispered.

I reached up and pulled down the mask, seeing that the room was still light. He was behind me f**king me, and even though I couldn’t turn to see his face, I didn’t have to. I could see him in the reflection of the window, and the shock of what I thought I was seeing left me speechless. He asked again for me to say his name as he pounded himself inside of me harder. I lifted my whole body up and reached for his hands, raising them to my sensitive ni**les. I reached higher and I closed my eyes, pulling his mouth to mine. For right now I could contain what I was feeling, until I was positive what was going on. He pulled out of me and spun me around. Right away I felt the mask being placed back over my eyes. “I want to see you. I want to picture you f**king me when I leave here today.” Then I added fuel to the fire to test my theory. “When I touch myself tonight I wanted to imagine it’s your lips, Frankie. I’m sorry I made you wait. You were right to pick me. I want this. I want you to protect me, and I want to know the only man who can make me cum like you do.”

He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, sitting me down on the cold porcelain. I heard the water starting in the large tub, and felt him lifting me inside of it. The water was steaming hot, but I hardly noticed. He was keeping my attention by removing the outfit completely off of me. I sat down as the water rose and felt him joining me. With no words he picked me up and sat me back down over his cock. It slid right in and I immediately began riding him. The steam of the water was making me sweat. He leaned my body back against the tub wall, and washed my br**sts. He took his time pinching over my ni**les and then finally sucking them into his mouth. I arched my body and continued f**king him as he caressed my skin.

One of his hands traveled down to my pu**y. He spread my lips and I knew he was watching. The idea of it turned me on. I licked my lips. “I want to see it. I want to watch your hard c**k as it slides inside of me. Please. Isn’t this what you want? I’m giving myself to you.” He ran his hands up from my breast and grabbed my neck. He wasn’t choking me, but it was enough pressure to be noted. I slowed, but only for a second to realize that this was pleasure. He wasn’t trying to hurt me. “Oh shit. It feels so good.”