KNOCKOUT
Small_Island
Ch. 33:
Friday Night - Back to the Hotel
Janice and Tim's exit from the club was sudden, but fortunately, all the elements fell into place to enable them to quickly get to the sex in a session that was fast, rough and dirty.
After collecting Tim's jacket from the coat check they stepped outside just as a taxi pulled up to drop off another couple. The driver had them back to their hotel in 8 minutes, even though he was distracted by the young couple making out in the back during the whole ride.
In the hotel, an elevator was standing open for them as they crossed the lobby. Tim pressed their button and even before the doors were closed he pushed Janice into the corner directly under the security camera; the one small blind spot in the car. As they resumed kissing, he yanked the bottom of her dress up over her hips and pushed her sheer, black thong down her legs until it fell on its own to the floor. She lifted one foot out of a leg hole and over to the side. He grabbed and squeezed her mons while continuing to shove his tongue down her throat.
Then suddenly he broke off the kiss and released her wet pussy. Staring intently into her eyes he brought his hand back into her crotch in a short, sharp slap that made her gasp and jump. He'd placed his other forearm across her chest, above her tits, to hold her in place. Still staring in a way that would have been scary if it wasn't so arousing, he slapped her pussy again. This time her legs came together in reflex, but he shoved his knee between her thighs to open them up and the look in his eyes quite clearly said she wasn't to block him again. The next slap felt like nothing she'd ever experienced before, a lightning bolt fired up from her clit and she cried out again, but whether it was in pain or pleasure, she couldn't tell.
She closed her eyes and steeled herself for the next smack, but it didn't come. When she looked at her husband this time there seemed to be a question there or more accurately, a challenge. Slowly, she blinked one time and he slapped her cunt again. This time she groaned and swore she could hear the wetness of her juices on her swelling pussy lips. She couldn't believe she wanted to hear that sound again, wanted to feel that electric pain again.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, the elevator came to a stop and the doors began to open. Tim leaned in for a quick, hard kiss as he lowered the dress back over her hips, before propelling her out of the corner and toward the opening. Fortunately (or unfortunately? she thought), the hallway was empty. She sensed him quickly crouching down to retrieve her undies before following her out of the elevator.
At their door, she expected him to fumble with the key card, just as the excited man would in the RomCom movies she loved. But Tim had already gotten the card out of his pocket during the short walk and dipped it straight into the slot, where it turned blessedly green. He reached out with his other hand, which still held her panties, pushed down the handle and opened the door for her. Janice walked into the main room, while Tim slipped the Do Not Disturb sign to the outside handle and shut and barred the door.
Ch. 34:
Friday Night -- Let the Orgasms Start
When he walked into the living room, Janice was standing there with the red dress up over her hips again and her legs spread, as if waiting for more punishment. Her shoes were kicked to the side.
Tim stopped long enough to shuck off his jacket and hang it on a hook by the door. Then he strode to her and gave her one quick smack on the cunt that made her knees tremble. Then he reached up and pulled the dress down from her shoulders to her waist, semi-trapping her arms against her sides. He grabbed her upper arms and spun her roughly around and unsnapped her strapless red lace bra. He reached around and pulled it off her breasts. Then he brought her hands together behind her back and used the brassiere to bind them together at the wrists. He spun her back around and stepped back, just looking at her.
Her tits were shiny with the sweat of dancing all night and her nipples looked ready to cut glass. He gave her a wicked half-smile and hefted one of her big tits in his hand. Suddenly the other hand flashed across and landed a light, but still shocking slap across the areola and nipple. Janice shrieked and tried to step back, but Tim quickly grabbed her by both nipples and pulled her back to him.
When she was steady again he gave her that look from the elevator that said she wasn't to resist and then released her nipples. He lifted the unslapped breast from underneath and gave it three quick slaps on the fat part, avoiding the nipple.
Then he dropped the breast and used his right hand to cross over and give a downward slap of her right tit, while his left hand did the same to her left tit, both catching a smack on the upper slope of the tit and the protruding nipples.
Janice gasped, but did not pull away. Her rational mind registered that he hadn't actually hit her that hard, but since he'd never hit her like this before at all, the mental shock was nearly as thrilling as the physical sensation.
"I know," she whimpered. "I showed off my tits to so many men. I deserve to be punished." Tim delivered a one-two smack to each tit, the first strike to the breast, the second to the nipple. Janice bit her lower lip and whined.
"And more," she said sadly, but with a telling emphasis on 'more'. "I let some of them touch me. I let some of them touch and squeeze my titties. How could I be so bad?"
Tim took each tit with an underhand slap that made them jump up with a resounding smack. He followed that with two slaps each across the fronts that caught the nipples. The harder blows were evidenced not only by the louder sound, but by the reddening of the flesh.
Janice was panting, her chest heaving, but still she didn't pull back; she kept her beautiful breasts thrust forward. "I let them touch me," she repeated in gasps. "Just like you wanted me to!"
Tim grabbed her nipples and twisted as he pulled them out from her chest. Using them as leverage, he pulled his wife toward him as he leaned forward until their mouths met in another passionate kiss. After a few moments of exquisite torture, he released her nipples and then broke off the kiss as she mewled insensibly.
He reached behind her head to pull it down, while lifting one breast up from below. She thrust out her tongue and gently stroked the abused nipple before taking it between her lips. Tim bent his own head down to lavish attention on the other breast, taking as much of the tit meat into his mouth as he could, while his tongue slathered her stinging nipple.
Next, Tim took each of Janice's breasts in a tight grip and used them to steer her backwards. However, rather than going toward the bedroom, he pressed her just a few feet the other direction, to the half-bath in the suite's entryway.
He opened the door, returned his hand to her soft breast and pressed his wife up against the door frame. She glanced inside the room with its toilet and small sink and the question was obvious in her face.
"There was no bedroom in the club," Tim said in a low, dark voice. "This is where he was going to take you."
His left hand slid up to her throat, while his right hand went to her crotch. He squeezed her neck lightly, keeping her head tight against the door frame. Her pussy he squeezed hard, pressing the heel of his palm against the top of her mons venus.
"When he kissed you, he asked you to go back there with him, back to a place like this." The heel of his palm pulsed against her hooded clit. "And you wanted to go. You wanted him to kiss you again and to take you into the back." He paused long enough to kiss her hard and he saw that her eyes were closed and knew she was imagining D'Andre's full lips pressing against hers, his insistent tongue pushing into her mouth.
"He would have walked you through the men's room to the stall at the far end. Every other man in there, standing at a urinal with his cock in his hand, would have seen you and known where you were going and what you were doing." Tim said this directly into her mouth, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.
Janice moaned, eyes still closed, and thrust her pelvis against his hand.
He rubbed fingertips up and down her labia and found them wet and eager to open. One, two and then three fingers forced their way inside and pulled up, as if he was going to pick her up by her cunt.
"Now that he's slut-walked you across the room, he's pressing you up against the wall. Maybe he closes the door to the stall, maybe he doesn't. He has one strong, black hand on your pretty white throat, pinning you in place. His other hand he shoves under the waistband of your panties and forces his long, black fingers right inside your delicate pink pussy."
A steady, low, panting moan came out of Janice's mouth; soon she would be drooling.
"He doesn't have to wait, he doesn't have to start slow," Tim growled, "because your cheating pussy is already so wet. It's been dripping for hours as you let one man after another stroke your breasts, hips and thighs and grind their crotches up against your ass out on the dance floor."
He proved his words right by starting to thrust his fingers in and out more quickly and more deeply and they could both clearly hear how wet and sloppy she was.
"You would have let any of them take you back here; let any of them abuse your pussy. But this handsome black stud made the move and won the prize and now he's the one finger fucking your white, married pussy. Jamming his black fingers deep inside you while your unsuspecting husband sits outside sipping a drink."
Janice's hand slipped down to her clit when her black lover began really finger fucking her hard. Now her hand flew side to side as she whipped herself over the edge.
