She began to gasp repeatedly, her voice breaking as she gave up trying to move him away from her, crying out in a mixture of pleasure and rapidly approaching hysteria at the deliberate overstimulation of her throbbing clitoris. Her hands went to her head and clamped tight around her temples, as if to stop the sensations from overwhelming her mind "Stop!... stop... I can't... I can't... oh my @#&%... please! Stop!... please... oh!... please!..."
He let go of her just before she opened her mouth to start screaming and she let out a loud sob of relief as she lay weakly on the table, feet falling to the carpeted floor, breasts heaving and shaking on her chest, eyes falling tightly closed as she struggled to catch her breath and regain her senses.
But he had no intention of allowing too long a moment of respite, or any moment at all, for that matter. Honor heard him moving just before she felt his hands on her and before she could open her eyes, he had turned her over on her stomach, quick, urgent and rough. Her knees met the carpeted floor as her breasts were suddenly pressed against the coffee table's smooth, varnished surface. She was immediately very aware as only a woman could be that her thighs were spread apart and her pussy was open, wet and vulnerable to anyone behind her.
But it still wasn't enough to prepare her; she made a sound halfway between a moan and shriek, rearing and lifting her head up from the table as Marq plunged into her pussy for the first time, stroking the whole length of his erection into her with one swift, hard push and answering her shock-filled cry with a pleasure-filled growl of his own, his hands tight on her hips.
He began to fuck her almost immediately, not bothering to wait for the woman he had just engulfed himself in to get used to his presence inside her body. Recovering from an orgasm while having a cock stroking in and out of her still spasming cunt was something new, and it took time for her to fully return to herself. But she did it, realizing she was the one letting out the sharp squeals she had been hearing as she finally recuperated enough to lift herself up to support her upper body on her elbows on the coffee table, fists clenched tight in front of her.
Being ridden to another orgasm before she'd even begun to recover from the previous one was not something Honor had ever experienced before. Having it done to her in such a rough and and almost impersonal way was also another new experience, not to mention the torturous overload of pleasure he'd subjected her to just before he'd just turned her over and entered her without the decency to wait for to catch her breath.
But he felt good inside her--much better than good. He did not possess the longest penis she'd ever had; David was longer, but he was significantly thicker than she was used to and he was making her vaginal muscles stretch apart repeatedly to contain him as he rode her. She couldn't remember ever having a man take her so... so rudely. Like he had every right to take her as he wished. Like he had bought her, she thought, a particularly rough thrust drawing another shocked gasp out of her open mouth. And, strangely enough, his first instinct was to take her from behind, hard and in thorough control, just like she had thought it would be.
In between her mind going blank at the sharp tendrils of pleasure shooting through her body from the rather harsh attention she was being subjected to, the thought occurred to her that she may have gotten herself into something way over her head. But by then she was actively moving with him, a mix of gasps, sharp intakes of breath and wordless cries coming out of her open mouth as she reached for her pleasure, helping him fuck her as they fell into a natural rhythm with each other. He began to let out short wheezing noises as he repeatedly fit and filled her cunt, sending a thrill straight to her belly and all the way up to her neck with each thrust into her shuddering and back-thrusting body.
She had fallen into a dazed fugue state, all semblance of coherent thought gone when a sharp and tinny blast of music suddenly added itself to the noises they were both making and jarred her out of it. It was her phone in the handbag that was right by her clenched fist. But Marq was still fucking her as if nothing else was happening and she simply found herself unable make a move towards answering it. Marq gripped her harder, almost painfully, as he started to piston himself harder and faster inside her and the ringing phone faded to insignificance as she again fell into the rhythm of their copulating.
The phone continued to ring and ring, and after a full minute and a half, it stopped. Honor, by then crying out and gasping in pleasure, was heedless of it as her orgasm approached.
Honor heard it start up the second time just as she started to come again, cum flooding out her and around the member still sliding in and out of her body. She collapsed off her elbows, mashing her dangling boobs back unto the table as she shook and jerked on the varnished wood, her pussy clenching hard around her rider's pistoning cock. The phone finally fell silent after another minute of ringing, leaving only her gasping and Marq's hard breathing as he continued to fuck her as the only sounds reverberating in the room.
Honor was beginning to claw at the table when she felt him stiffen seconds later, and in the next moment she heard him make a rough animal noise as semen finally started spurting into her in warm and heavy torrents, making her cry out again at the additional sensation in her already overstimulated core, and then his cum was landing outside of her body, spreading on her labia and in between crack of her butt as he withdrew from inside her, adding his cum to the copious mass between her legs.
The phone started to ring for the third time only a few moments later. Honor's hand shook as she fitfully reached for her bag to bring it out. But Marq seemed to anticipate her shaky state and he got there first - he was breathing hard just as much as she was, but he seemed much more in control of himself despite his arguably much more energy intensive exertions. He opened the bag with a smooth economy of motion and extracted the ringing phone, wordlessly handing it to her.
It was Sarah. Honor's first instinct was to hold off answering the call until she'd caught her breath, but she knew that a third missed call would almost certainly have her friend calling up the hotel's security staff in something close to a panic. Considering what she had just done - or more accurately, what had been done to her - and the heavy smell of her arousal and cum in the room she wasn't sure she could face the security men if they were to knock on the door again.
She put her hand over her mouth as she pressed the 'Answer' button, trying to muffle the sounds of her still harsh and gasping breaths. "H... he... hello? Sarah?"
"Where the fuck were you?" Sarah managed to sound both relieved and enraged at the same time. "I was about to wake the whole damn hotel up!"
"I'm sorry," Honor breathed, intensely aware of the cum splattered all over her butt and pubic region, some of it dripping out of her still spasming center. "I was... I was in the bathroom." She turned to see Marq standing up, realizing that he had just screwed her while still wearing his T-shirt and glasses. He gave her an amused grin, his breathing already approaching normal as he raised a rather smug eyebrow.
She frowned at him and turned her head away with her hand still over her mouth - her breathing was still some distance away from normal - but not before she had seen that he was still hard despite his coming inside and outside her body within just the last minute, and as he'd looked at her she got the impression that he was all too ready to start again.
'What have I gotten myself into?' she thought, hand still over her mouth, feeling more than a little shaken, and intensely vulnerable.
"What's happening over there?" Sarah asked, "You sound a little weird."
Hand still over her mouth, Honor breathed out a less revealing response. "Oh?" Simple.
"Yeah," Sarah said, "like you've been running... or something."
Like within the past two minutes, a man had been pumping away inside her like a machine, Honor thought, shakily running her fingers through her hair. Her breathing was finally approaching normal and with a little concentration she managed to get a sentence out without sounding as if she'd just finished running a marathon. "No. I was in the bathtub." Not exactly a lie, she thought, since she had been in the tub, just a few hours earlier than Sarah would be led to believe.
