Raoul kept his head down as he carried his tray through the restaurant. He was hungry - just not for food. He dropped into a booth, trying to concentrate on his meal, trying to ignore the ache lower in his groin. Days from home, away from the missus, and just shy of his fortieth, he told himself he was just looking for some fun. But he knew better. Since his tastes for that fun tended towards the tender (drunk) young coeds of his home town and he was miles from any college he knew of, he was likely to stay hungry. Then, as if fate knew his weakness, he heard giggling and the ache intensified.
Three of them, a blond and two brunettes, slid into the table one down from his booth. They laughed and talked and created a stir he had no hope of ignoring. He tried to keep his mind on his food, but his eyes were on the blond. She was slender and bubbly, her hair short and lightly curled, her little nose with a slight upturn, her bright eyes almost purple. Her t-shirt clung to palm-sized breasts and a flat stomach, her jeans molding to long legs. Raoul's mouth watered, his body hardening with anticipation -- the hunger was almost overpowering. He could see bending her over the table, thrusting his cock... When their heads went together, whispering, he managed to take a bite of his sandwich and turn his head towards the window.
"Hey, mister," the voice was light and laughing and made his stomach drop even as his groin clenched.
"What?" He managed to growl the response as he looked over at the blond, who had slid into the other side of his booth. The other two girls giggled their way by the booth as the blond waved.
"Jen said you were looking at me," she smiled, leaning closer to him. He managed to grunt and filled his mouth with fries before he said something stupid. But his eyes dropped where her breasts pressed her arms and she smiled again.
"So what," Raoul finally answered softly. He and the blond reached for the soda at the same time and when his fingers brushed hers, he jerked back. She took the soda with a wink and sucked slowly on the straw. Raoul's cock swelled in his jeans as he watched her roll the plastic straw between her lips.
"So, I think you're interested," she whispered, then began to slide her lips up and down the straw, her eyes on his. His mouth went dry as he imagined those lips sliding up and down...
"So what," he repeated, his voice rough. He thought about his contract and deadlines, about his overhead and how he was going to sleep in the cab, about what they called men who had sex with young girls. He thought about how she would taste, how it would feel to have his fingers in her hot pussy, how tight she'd be when he thrust deep...
"You got a rig?" she murmured, glancing around, "or a room?"
"Rig," he managed, gathering the remains of his meal. He could still make a getaway... She wouldn't want to do it in his cab. He didn't even have a sleeper compartment.
"Knock once, pause, then twice," she whispered, her voice low, as she added the soda to his tray, "Ladies room's around the back." Then she sauntered away.
Damn. Damn. He was such a weak ass. He dumped his meal in the trash as he silently cursed himself. But he walked out the door and around the back of the building, away from his rig.
There was a stick woman on the door. Looking around, feeling like an obvious dog, Raoul knocked once, then twice. The door opened and he stepped in, closing the surprisingly heavy door behind himself and flicking the lock. The blond leaned against the sink of the small bathroom, naked from the waist up, her jeans undone. She smiled at him, her hand sliding down her belly and into her pink panties.
"I couldn't wait to get started," she murmured, her eyes hot as her hand shifted and she shivered.
"Take them off," Raoul demanded, his voice hoarse. She smiled again, hooking her fingers into her waist and shoving both her jeans and panties down. She stepped free, naked, and slid up onto the sink, spreading her legs and giving him a perfect look at her shaved pussy.
"Like this view better?" she purred, her fingers stroking her swollen folds, her tongue wetting her bottom lip. "I think you do," she purred, sliding her fingertip in and out of her hole. Her other hand idly stroked her bare breast. She lifted the hand from her sex and held it out to him. "Want to taste?"
Raoul took her wrist, sliding her fingertips into his mouth. He suckled her fingers, tasting the sweetness of her arousal as he stepped closer. Popping her fingers from his mouth, Raoul knelt between her legs, sliding his hands up the inside of her knees and thighs. She watched him with hot eyes as he leaned in and licked her pink flesh.
Sweet. Hot. Raoul spread her thighs further with his hands and began lapping at her sex, his rough tongue starting at her hole and circling her clit, again and again. She whimpered, her hands sliding into his hair, pressing him closer. "Yes..." she whispered, sliding her leg over his shoulder and shifting her hip to tilt towards him. He grunted in appreciation as he closed his mouth over her sex and began sucking. "Oh, God..." she moaned as the sound of his sucking and slurping filled the small room. Raoul teased her with his tongue, swirling it around and in and out of her, stroking, making her squirm.
"Please...I need your cock..." she moaned, her hips rocking against his mouth.
Lifting his mouth, he replaced the teasing by rubbing his thumb over her quivering hole. "Not yet, beauty," he growled, sucking and nipping at the tender skin of her inner thigh. She moaned and squirmed again. Raoul shifted his hand, rubbing two fingertips against her hole, the sliding them deep, burying them to the knuckle. The girl arched, moaning and shivering, her tight pussy rippling around his fingers.
"Hell, yes, baby," he groaned, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her. She was so soft, hot, slick, his cock strained against his pants eagerly. He suckled the skin low on her belly, leaving love bites, as he watched her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, panting, as she writhed on the sink, enjoying his finger-fucking. He used his free hand to tug open his jeans, to shove them down his hips.
"Tell me, baby," he murmured, curving his fingers as he thrust, seeking her spot, "How old are you, baby?" She whimpered and squirmed until he found it, then she jerked and gasped, her eyes flying open. God, please don't let her be underage, he pled silently.
"Nine...nineteen...Oh, my God!" She gasped again as he focused his attention on her g-spot, rubbing hard. Her body clenched as she bucked and came, sobbing as her cum spilled through his fingers.
Perfect. Nineteen. Hot. Tight. His.
Raoul surged to his feet as she shuddered, draping her ankles over his shoulders as he stood between her legs. With one hand he grasped his thick erection and guided his tip to her hole. He pressed against her, feeling her cunt quiver against his fat head and bit back a groan. Her hands gripped the sink as he pushed into her, his thickness stretching her. She was incredibly tight and he couldn't prevent the groan as he thrust against her, short bursts of movement as he penetrated deeper and deeper.
"Open for Papa Bear," he groaned, tilting his hips a little to work his whole length into her. She was panting, whimpering, as he stuffed her full of his cock. The sight of his thick red rod half-inside her made him groan. He placed both hands on the wall and thrust once more, driving home.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, one hand clutching his arm as his groin pressed her ass, his heavy balls rubbing her bare cheeks, his fat penis buried in her body.
"Damn, baby, you got what Papa Bear needs," he growled, pulling back, then thrusting up and in, smoothly burying himself deep inside her wet pussy. She gasped and he did it again, groaning at the sensations of her inner muscles working his shaft. Then he began to move, fucking her with long, slow thrusts, savoring the tight embrace of her pussy. She rocked against him, her eyes open now, locked on his.
"You feel so good, Papa Bear," she whispered. His cock stretched her wide, her body straining around his thickness, the hard hot length of him throbbing inside her like a living thing. She shuddered with pleasure.
"You feel good, too, baby," he groaned, lowering his mouth to hers. They kissed hungrily, breathlessly, as he plunged his cock deep inside her. He set a brutal rhythm, fucking her hungrily. He groaned again, burying his face in her neck as he began to thrust harder and faster. Her moans vibrated as he drove into her, his cock moving like a piston, bang, bang, bang, his hips slapping her ass. She clutched his arms as her body tightened.
"Please...." she sobbed, arching, pressing her hips to him. Raoul slid a hand down her thigh, cupping her ass and tilting her hips as he shifted, thrust, and found her g-spot again. She cried out breathlessly, bucking, as she came hard around him, her inner muscles working the entire length of his penis. He groaned, pushing himself harder against her, his cock swelling, pulsing - he ejaculated with a low groan ripped right from his gut. Thick hot semen pumped into her core, making her moan and shudder.
"Oh, Papa Bear," she moaned, "It's so hot..."
"Yes, baby," he groaned, thrusting against her, spurting, ejaculating inside her soft body. Gasping a little, he finally pulled free and stepped back. Her hole quivered, oozing white cum and he groaned, his dick hardening again. He pulled her from the sink and turned her, bending her forward as he felt between her legs. She moaned as his fingers rubbed her pussy, then he was sliding his dick back inside her, thrusting, cum dripping down her thighs as it squirted from her hole with each thrust. He cupped her breasts as he increased his fucking, hammering her pussy.
"Oh, baby, oh, baby," he groaned, panting as he rammed his dick in and out.
"Papppa Bearrrr!" she cried, climaxing again, even as he did, his hot cum mixing with hers, spraying over their thighs.
He pulled out with a slurp and stood behind her a moment, panting, his hands on his thighs, his head and dick hanging low. He always felt like shit afterwards, but damn, she'd been eager, ripe and perfect. He felt her movement an instant before she slid her hand over his cock and guided him to her mouth. She licked him clean, teasing him with her cat's tongue, her hand gently squeezing rhythmically. He groaned, unable to stop the throbbing, swelling. She slid her mouth down around him, sucking hard as her free hand grabbed his balls. With a hoarse groan, he emptied into her throat.
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