When I exited the bathroom, the lights in the hotel room were out and so was Bushra. I tip toed across the room and climbed into the bed as gingerly as possible. She rolled over until her warm, naked body was against mine, moaned, and threw her arm over my chest. Before I knew it, I was in dreamland.
*****
When I opened my eyes it was fifteen minutes past midnight. A thought raced through my head.
Mmmmmmm, I wonder...
My movement in the bed shook her from her sleep.
She squinted her eyes. "What...what are you doing?"
"I'm hungry," I said as I picked up the phone. "I worked up quite an appetite with all this fucking. I'm ordering some pizza. Want some pizza?"
She rubbed her eyes. "Mmmmmm, sure, I guess. I have worked up an appetite as well," she giggled. She fell into me and ran her hands across my chest while I ordered the pizza. They said they would be here in 30-45 minutes and I hung up. "I am feeling very aroused," she whispered in my ear. "Would you like to make love again?"
I sniggered. "'Make love'? You mean fuck again?"
She nodded. "Yes, that. Fuck again," she said in her broken Indian accent.
"Mmmmmm, as inviting as that sounds, let's hold off on that a bit."
"Hold off?" she said with disappointment in her voice. "Maybe you would like more deep throat?"
Hell yeah I would!
"How does that satisfy your arousal?"
"Hmmmmm, this is true."
"You know what I'd like?"
She perked up. "What?! What would you like?! Tell me!"
"I'd like to see you in that chair over there fingering yourself until you cum."
"(gasp!) Really?! You would like to see me pleasure myself while you watch?" I nodded. She thought about it. "Well, if this is what you desire..." She climbed off the bed, walked to the chair in the corner of the room, and sat down. A wicked look crossed her face. She lifted her legs onto the ottoman in front of the chair and spread them wide. I could've seen her soul if I looked hard enough. Her pink lips were swollen and wet. She gasped at the first touch of her hand, then began to gently pet herself. "This is what you want to see? You want to watch me pleasure myself? Hmmmm? You do not want to insert your big penis into my vagina?"
Now I was stroking myself under the covers. "You mean wreck your tight little cunt with my fat cock?"
She nodded and grinned. "MmmmmHmmmm."
"I want to hear you say it."
"Mmmmmm. Do you want to...wreck...my tight little cunt with...with your big, fat cock?" She gasped when she slipped a finger through her slit.
"I will later. Trust me. But right now I want to watch you finger yourself until you cum."
"Mmmmmm. You are very aroused, are you not?"
"I am."
"Let me see. I...I want to see your big peni...cock. I want to see your big cock." She gasped when I threw back the covers. She stabbed herself with two fingers. "It is so big! I...I love how it feels when it is inside mmmmme." She was pumping harder and rubbing her kernel.
"You like it when I fuck your tight little pussy hard, huh?"
"Mmmmmm, I do."
"You love sucking on big, fat cocks, don't you?"
"Mmmmmm, I do." Her eyes were closed.
"And having their balls slap on your chin when you swallow their cock."
"Yes. Yes I...I do."
"You're such a fucking slut, Bushra."
"I am. I a-a-a-a-am a fu...fu...fucking slut. MmmmmHmmmm."
"You love cock, don't you, Bushra? You're nothing but a cock loving whore, aren't you?"
"Yes! Yes, it is true! I...I am nothing but a...a...a cock...cock loving...whore!"
"You wish I were fucking you right now, don't you? I could fuck your tight little cunt...your throat...you'd even let me fuck your ass right now, wouldn't you?"
"Yes! Yes! Anywhere! I want your...your cock...inside me! Ah!" She was completely unaware I had left the bed. She squawked and her eyes flew open when I lifted her legs and slipped between them. "OH! Aaiiiiyyyyeeee!" she howled when my face dove between her legs.
Her hands went to the back of my head. She squirmed in the seat as my tongue lapped at her vibrating nob. She barked when I gaped her gash with two beefy fingers. She felt two locomotives chugging up her thighs. I sucked her bean between my lips and swatted it with my tongue. It felt like a tuning fork quivering. Her muscles began to spasm around my fingers. Her hips bucked into my face.
Her back arched. "Ohmagawd! Yes! Yes! Oh my goodness, yes! That...that is it! Yes! Yes! Yaaaaasssssss!" she howled as her lithe body lifted off the chair and her head turned side-to-side, her eyes closed the entire time. Her hands pressed me tighter into her snatch.
She finally settled back into the chair. She placed her palms on top of my head and pushed. "Stop. Stop. Stop!" she giggled until I withdrew.
Without wiping my face, I rose up and planted my lips against hers. Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me close. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths while I mauled her perky breasts.
I finally broke off the kiss and stepped back. We looked at each other with crooked grins. I swiped my forearm across my face while she ran her fingers across her chin.
"That...that was amazing!" she panted.
"You liked that, huh?' I asked smiling as I sat down on the bed.
"Oh my goodness yes!"
We sat in silence for a moment before I mentioned what I had planned.
"Okay, so the pizza should be here any minute. Here's what I want you to do. When he knocks on the door..." I proceeded to explain to her what I wanted. Her eyebrows slowly raised higher and higher as I went on. "So, how 'bout it?"
"Are...are you sure?"
"Oh yeah! It'll be great!"
"It sounds very naughty," she giggled.
"Oh, it's naughty as fuck. That poor bastard won't know what hit him!" We both laughed at the thought. "And I'll record the whole thing. It'll probably go viral!"
"(gasp!) Viral?! I do not think I want people seeing me in this way."
"Oh, come on. It'll be fine. Hell, they show worse than this on TV."
She thought about it. "This is true. Yes, I will do it!"
Right on cue, there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" I called from bed.
"Pizza delivery!"
Bushra looked at me. "Are you sure about this?"
"This is gonna be great!"
I held up my phone and began to record. Bushra held up the towel she had worn out of the bathroom a few hours ago and draped it across her chest, holding one corner with her hand while pressing the top against her body with her forearm just above her breasts, leaving her backside fully exposed. It hung down just above her knees. She strolled to the door.
Even from where I sat, I could see the delivery boys eyes bat when this vision opened the door.
"Uh, um, pizza," he stammered.
"Oh good!" she said with joy. "Mark paid you on the phone when he ordered, yes?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess."
"Did he include the tip?"