This is my first attempt at erotic writing. I have lurked on Literotica for years and with this story I try to repay the many talented writers I have read here on this site. Please comment so I know if I should write more. Also English is not my first language. So I appologize for any weird phrasing or idioms. Love and kisses from Sweden.
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I love pussy. I love the sight of a slightly opened moist pussy. The fleshy mound, the parted glistening pussylips, the rosy fleshy texture underneath. I just love it. I don't really care that much for fucking pussy, I am an assman. Its anal or nothing. But I love the sight of a pussy. It's just who I am.
I was away with work. A long week at a nondescript hotel in a small town with just a bar and two small restaurants. I had been spending all day sitting in meetings trying to get along with my coworkers and figuring out how to implement the latest strategy from the board. Just as exciting as it sounds. When my coworkers took another beer or wine after the obligatory dinner in the drab hotel restaurant I excused myself and went to my room.
I had connected my tablet to the rooms television and set about having a relaxing evening watching porn and football. On the big screen I set up a porn video focusing on anal sex and zero pussy fucking and had the game on my tablet on my chest. I was stroking my semi-hard dick while alternating between the game and the woman getting her ass plowed by a anonymous stunt dick when I heard the door open. I scrambled for the TV-remote to kill the porn. But for the life of me I couldn't get the off-switch to work when a woman came into the room.
"Oh... I guess this is not my room..." She stammered.
"Uhm, yes." I replied trying to hide my erection with the tablet.
She looked down and caught a glimpse of the action on the TV.
"And I'm not just stumbling into your room, I am interrupting you..."
"Mostly watching the game!" I finished, turning the tablet over while Rodgers made a nice throw in just the nick of time.
She looked at the screen of the TV.
"Well... not just the packers game," I said blushing. "I thought I had locked the door."
"Oh you had," the woman replied. "The reception must have given me the wrong key."
I fished up the remote and started hammering all the buttons. Hoping to kill the TV. But it merrily kept playing the porn. The woman on the TV was on her belly getting a huge black dick balls deep in the ass while playing with her wet pussy from underneath. Although the sound was very muted, I didn't want to disturb my neighbours with my free time activities, it was apparent that the woman was enjoying her rough anal sex.
"I can't for the life of me get the TV to shut off," I said trailing when the woman looked down at me.
"Well, first things first," she said and went to the door and closed it. Then she came back and looked at me.
"Why do men like anal sex?" She asked me.
"Uhm. I have no idea. Myself I like the aesthetics of it all... Not to be a bother or so but... Perhaps you should find your own room and we can both forget this?"
"I can do that. But I could also stay. I am myself a bit interested in anal sex." She said and looked down on me. "And you don't really seem to be the married or in a long-term relationship," she finished the sentence as a question.
"You have me at an disadvantage," I said, still lying naked on the bed.
"You can call me Cate. I don't have a partner. My cunt is vegetarian but everything else is on the menu," she said taking off her black denim jacket. Underneath she had a tight light blue satin shirt with the top three buttons undone showing off just a hint of cleavage. She let the jacket fall to the floor and stood next to the bed spreading her legs slightly. "Does that make you feel less at an disadvantage?"
I put away the tablet and the remote and pushed myself up resting against the head of the bed. "Names Carl," I replied.
She smiled hesitantly while fingering the hem of her skirt. Then suddenly, as a decision had been made, she flicked open the buttons on the side of the skirt. She put her feet together and the black denim skirt fell to the floor revealing a tight-fitting black hipster underwear with just a hint of a mound. My semi-hard cock got a little more rigid at the thought of the pussy underneath the fabric and she smiled at the sight of the dick growing. Keeping her eyes at my growing member she carefully undid the buttons on her shirt and flexed out of it, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of her clothes. I could just make out a pair of nipples through the black full cup bra. It was a plain bra with no ornaments except for a small bow between the breasts, but it really showed off her ample tits. My dick grew even harder and started to pulse with every heartbeat. She slowly leaned forward and touched my cock with her hand, carefully at first but then she took a good grip of my now fully erect member and gave it a few good shakes.
"I do hope you have lube Carl, because I am not into pain," she said looking at me. I nodded and reached for the bottle I had on the nightstand. "Good boy," she said letting go of my cock and stood up again. This time she unclasped the bra from behind let it fall to the ground next to everything else. "Like what you see?" she asked me.
Her nipples were hard and erect, standing out like small flag poles from the huge reddish pink areolas on her breasts. The breasts themselves weren't bad. Both a good handful and even though they sagged just a little bit, they fit her perfectly and made me ache for a taste. I motioned her to get closer and when she did I reached out and grabbed her left tit with my right hand, squeezing the nipple between my fingers.
"I do like what I see, but right now I want to see what's hiding beneath those panties of yours," I said, still squeezing and kneading her tit.
"My pussy's vegetarian," she stressed.
"Oh you don't have to worry about that. I'm gonna fuck your ass, and only your ass. But I love to eat a pussy until it's wet and coming all over my face," I reassured her.
She stood up and I lost my grip on her tit. She let go off my cock and took a step back. She put her hands on her hips and thoughtfully looked me over. I felt a bit embarrassed having asked for her pussy, and all of a sudden a bit ashamed over my nakedness. I'm not the most athletic guy around, although I do go running on a regular basis.
"You want to see the forbidden fruit," she teased and slowly pulled away the panties.
"You can watch, but don't taste!" She instructed me pulling the panties all to the side and showing off her pussy. I could see it was hairy, but well kept. Light brown curls just above the entrance, like her short hair. Her pussylips were long and dark. Hanging out like an overstuffed sandwich. They parted slightly revealing the inner lips and fleshy rosy wonder inside. With her other hand she parted the lips ever so slightly and quickly found her clit with her middle finger and gently started circling it. "You know you can't have it," she said, "my pussy isn't a meat eater." She looked over admonishingly at my dick.