An erotic story of love, lust and betrayal
By Thomas Graham
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Sex was the most fun I ever had without laughing"...Woody Allen...Annie Hall 1977
CHAPTER ONE....The Conference
Swans Nest Hotel, Stratford-on-Avon. Tuesday October 9th 2012. 3:15 a.m.
'Fuck me, Tom!'
Three favourite words dear to my heart, but tonight they seem somehow surreal, as if heard through a long echoing tunnel, but it is a request no man in his right mind can refuse. I carry on doing as requested, with renewed vigour.
The slender blonde writhes below me as I move ever deep inside her, the headboard banging against the wall with my every thrust into her amazing body. I wonder what the neighbours will think? Perhaps we have turned them on and they are matching us, bang for bang? Or will they complain to the management? For me, it wouldn't be the first time, Park Lane Hilton, upmarket, pristine and serene, not the ideal venue for vociferous threesomes. The elderly female neighbour, far from deaf, had been either jealous or an insomniac. Or just fucking inconsiderate.
The green eyes of the devastatingly attractive girl are dilated, wild with lust, she is shaking her head from side to side, her long hair thrashing against my cheeks, as I move faster and faster, seemingly into a bottomless pit. She had made me believe she was nineteen and an underwear model for a franchised boutique in Harrods, and had just dumped her boyfriend, and this is revenge sex. I don't give a damn what sort of sex it is, this is at last the girl of my dreams and I am fucking her with every ounce I can muster.
I kiss her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, tasting her saliva, and she sucks greedily on it, her sweat covered breasts sliding against my chest, her nipples two hard pinpoints of fire.
With the expertise of a much older woman, my unexpected lover lifts her legs over my shoulders, locking her heels behind my neck, thus tightening her pussy but gaining me an impossible further inch, my balls swinging wildly against her ass. Her breathing becomes more rapid, I can feel both our hearts racing, beating fast like that of a cat. A Tom-Cat, I laugh to myself. I know she is close to orgasm, the muscles inside her have started to grip my cock like a clam.
And I still don't know her name. But it isn't necessary, we are two lost souls that need to lose ourselves in each other, to unite our genitals in total abandon, it wouldn't be the first time for either of us, and most likely not the last.
We had met in the empty hotel bar, everyone else was drinking in the lesser costly local pubs, she was dressed in buttock-flashing hot-pants and a scooped halter top displaying pretty much most of her full breasts. Those two items of clothing, both a pale mustard colour, were all that she wore and cried out " fuck me", the five inch yellow stilettos were superfluous. Perched opposite me cross-legged on a bar stool, clutching a double vodka, she informed me she was lonely and her boyfriend, the keyboard guy of "Groans from Within," no longer excited her, either in bed or out of it.
Entering the bar, I had originally labeled her as a hooker, but to hell with it, I was also lonely, and her company, in this room at least, would cost me no more than a few drinks, and I had sufficient cash on me if it went any further, preferably six inches further! It was a hotel, I was alone, the porn channel and chat lines were not enough, I needed to fuck a real live woman. This woman.
'Can I buy you a drink?' Not a very original approach, but the humour in her emerald eyes told me it was the right one.
With a bemused expression she looked me up and down, with a lot of emphasis on the down.
'A double Martini please...to start with.' She smiled, flashing a perfect set of white teeth that would have cost any woman that I know a second mortgage.
She studied me closely as the first two double Martinis disappeared without touching the sides, and a third quickly replaced it. I was wearing one more item than her, a white sports shirt displaying recently tanned arms, courtesy of an unseasonably sunny week in Paris with a married friend, a pair of fawn chinos and, with the effect that hopefully they would produce, loose boxers. I was understandably hard.
We shared brief details of our life so far, the sexual ones in particular, or rather the current lack of them. I bordered on the difference in our ages, me a couple of months past the exact middle thirties, she allegedly approaching her nineteenth.
'Age is just a number, as is the length of a cock,' was her reply in a lowered voice as her fingers played a tattoo on my knee. 'I need sex tonight,' she declared without emotion, almost as if she was reading the news. She uncrossed her legs and through the loose leg of her pants I caught a glimpse of the pink folds of her pussy. My heart rate increased.
'Who doesn't?' I'd replied, copying her gesture, no longer hiding my swollen offering. Her eyes flared at the sight. I wondered if she was wet.
'You like my tits?' she had asked coyly, stroking my thigh, her long fingers inching towards the tip of my extended cock. Her nails were painted in a kaleidoscope of colours and she had a gold stud in the side of her nose and one in her tongue. I imagined the stimulating effect that might have if she took me into her mouth.
The invitation obvious, I ran the tip of my finger over the tanned swelling, millimetres from where the outline of a barely hidden nipple lay in waiting, I resisted the temptation to search for it. Her skin was as smooth as brand new silk. Hooker or not, I had to have this young woman, everyone else, my ex wife Francesca, the sexy new recruit Helen, the absent and, up until now, unavailable receptionist called Anna, were just a shadow of my memory.
I'd locked eyes with hers, there was an instant telepathic transfer of need, of out and out lust, there was no way this time around that we would not fuck.
'Very tasty, they would look even better with my cum all over them.' I replied huskily, hardly recognising my own voice.
The girl licked her purple-painted lips, whispering, although we were alone, 'I can think of far better places for it than that!'
She grinned and lightly traced a finger along the length of my cock, which lurched under her touch. Was this at last the girl of my dreams? Eat your heart out, Uma!
With the touch of a feather, I slid my hand from the generous swelling of her breasts, paused on the prominent outline of a nipple, and smoothly down onto to her naked belly, which was pleasantly rounded, no doubt from the effect of the many cocks I was sure she'd had thrusted deep inside her, there was little doubt my own contribution would be next. Keeping my eyes glued to hers, I eased my fingers under the waistband of her pants, searching for her pussy. She didn't resist, in fact, to my delight, she even breathed in to accommodate my probing hand.
'I'm Tom by way,' I said as my forefinger encountered a trace of soft pubic hair. 'What's your name?'
She shrugged her shoulders, allowing the straps of her top to fall away, daring gravity to defy the sheer material the support of her engorged nipples.
'Who needs names when you're horny? I have a very wet pussy, you feel as though you have a good-sized cock, tonight we will fuck, tomorrow we will both be history.' She frowned, 'You do want to fuck me, don't you? Please don't tell me you're gay.'
Reluctantly, I removed my hand from the exploration of her groin, my fingers had proved she was indeed very wet, and looked cautiously around the room, the barman was nowhere to be seen. I unzipped my chinos, pulled aside the gap in my boxers and extracted the biggest hard-on I'd had in my life.
I grinned, 'This tell you anything?'
She licked her lips, stood up and took my hand. 'Come on, let's go fuck!'
As we left the bar, the blonde didn't ask if I was alone, but something told me that wouldn't have stopped her anyway.
'Nice fat cock,' she said as she licked the head in the elevator, and a large pearly drop of pre-cum dribbled onto her tongue. 'Yum, yum, and you are circumcised too, I like that.'
I said nothing, when a woman's mouth is open, I keep mine shut!
Ten minutes later found us naked on my hotel bed and humping away frantically like two randy teenagers that had just discovered sex. We had started out with her thrashing away wildly on top of me, then with her face in the pillow while I took her mightily from behind, and finally legs spread-eagled, on her back, she liked to finish in the Mish Posish, as she put it, so we could see each other's face when we came.
The lover of my dreams starts to tremble from inside to out, I can feel the beat of her heart through my cock, I too am ready to release my sperm deep into the depths of that swollen belly.
'Yes, you fucker,' she cries out, 'Give me your spunk, give me your baby.'
Well used to that broody outburst from many a pre-orgasmic woman, I don't pause for a second. Something, however, tells me this blond bimbo is serious, but it is too late for me to care, my gathering army of sperm are to leave home in force!
In the mist of approaching orgasm, I barely notice that the banging of the headboard seems to have transferred itself to the doorway. I pause briefly to listen.
'Please don't stop now,' my lover gasps, 'I'm coming.'
I grit my teeth, no way am I going to stop, I am ready to cum myself. A crazy thought enters my mind, what happens if the sperm have left their assembly point, but fail to ejaculate, where do they go?
But the knocking persists, and this time I do stop. In fear.
