Hi, everyone. So after the rip-roaring success of the first sex-story I wrote I decided to have a crack at an entirely new sex story...ish, this time based on my favourite buddy cop movie.
As such there will be mild spoilers for the film on which this work is loosely based and so I would suggest you watch that film first.
This is part 5 of 7 so not long to go now before the explosive finish.
For everyone already familiar with the film, all participating characters in the following works are over 18.
That's it.
Day 4
Splitsville
I woke up alone.
I turned to look where Mel should have been and was suddenly reminded that not only was she not next to me, but that I wasn't even in the honeymoon suite. We had remained silent in the Uber journey back to the hotel only for the row to blaze away once we had returned to our room. Mel had sent me out of the honeymoon suite with my stuff so I would be able to get dressed in my uniform today, but that was it. I was now in the Mussburger suite which was like all the other suites in this hotel in that it had its own name but looked identical to every other room. Access to the rest of my clothes was strictly forbidden due to everything that had gone on the night before. The argument we had been embroiled in was still fresh in my mind. I was furious about Mel's afternoon bukkake, and she was pissed-off with my orgy dalliance the day before with it all coming to a head after the foursome with Talia and Trent.
I looked down at my naked self to see even mini-Mike was not showing his usual defiant self, instead he was lurking in a flaccid, self-pitying state, as if even he was saying "leave me alone". I thought of Mel, I thought of Catherine and I thought of Martine, Michelle and even Talia and realised just how badly I was fucking things up. I had to get things sorted and fast.
I got dressed in my uniform and stared at the reflection in the mirror. Yesterday I felt like I was such hot-shit, fucking around with various women and even had my Mel back but in just 24 hours I had managed to seemingly lose it all. Instead of the face in the mirror seeming lean and hungry I seemed gaunt and frail by comparison. I could have stayed there staring at myself, picking myself apart and feeling trapped in a well of self-criticism but I had to move...I had to get out...but, before I did I picked up the one thing that would always tell me the truth even if I didn't want to hear it.
"Does Mel still love me?" I asked. I shook the eight-ball like I was trying to get rid of the last of the ketchup from a bottle, almost unable to stop, until I realised I had to in order for the answer to appear. Eventually the little triangular face appeared like a premonition of fucking doom.
Reply Hazy, try again
Fucking non-committal answer. I did not need that. I left my room and looked down the hall to the Honeymoon suite. The door was closed but I could hear the sounds of the hallway again; sighs, whimpers and moans seemed to echo all the way from our former happy place down to me. Clearly no-one else was engaging in sexual activities except Mel. I tried to block out my imagination and empty my head of imagery but I couldn't help it. I knew what was going on in the honeymoon suite and could see it all as clear as day.
Mel writhed on the bed as Sylvia's red billowing locks bobbed between her legs and lapped at her slit, while the two young women, Steph and Sara, suckled on Mel's ample tits. Shaun watched as the women moved on the bed, all engaging in their own pleasure as the three women feasting on Mel all diddled their middles with their fingers as their naked bodies tied together in sexual delirium. Steph and Sara sucked on Mel's pierced nipples as she giggled and gurgled in delight.
Shaun moved over and tapped his red-haired wife on the shoulder and she stood up and grabbed the man's sizable appendage and began to stroke it before looking at Mel, face-up and willing on the bed, moving like a snake as he got ever closer. Eventually he got onto the bed causing it to groan in pain as his muscular torso added to the weight and started to inch his way inside her.
"Oh, Shaun...more!" Mel begs as he moves himself halfway inside.
"Don't tease the girl, baby. You know she wants it all," Sylvia chuckled like a witch as she and her husband's tongues duelled outside their mouths. Shaun obliged and moved all of his cock inside Mel, who bit her bottom lip and whimpered in pleasure as he eased inside her sopping-wet love tunnel.
"Fuck me, Shaun," Mel said, as she looked up longingly at Sylvia's husband as he began to move back and forth into her. Sylvia meanwhile climbed on the bed and positioned herself at Mel's head, moving her thighs aside her pretty face.
"Do me, Mel. Lick me," Sylvia suggested as Shaun flicked his hips forward and back, his eyes now locking with his wife as Mel reached her tongue out and tasted Sylvia as she pulled her thighs towards her face.
"Oh, she's ever so good," Sylvia remarked as Mel ate the red-haired land-lady with her new-found love of a pussy's taste. Sylvia bent forward and rested her hands on her hubby's shoulders as the two of them kissed, all five people seemingly locked in an eternal erotic triangle. Sylvia looked down as Shaun's cock sluiced in and out of Mel's slit with greedy eyes. "I love it when you use MY cock to fuck other women".
"Yeah, I love watching women suck on my cunt, too," Shaun replied before both of them stopped talking and their mouths met, while Mel serviced Sylvia and was getting served by Shaun, her tanned hips still contrasting with Shaun's dark skin as he powered into her, the two women either side holding on to Mel's boobs as the sucked away.
Shaun became glassy-eyed as his jaw dropped and his thrusts increased in speed. He was about to empty his sack into Mel's innards as he fucked away vigorously. Sylvia balanced herself by holding onto Shaun's shoulders, her own face reddening as Mel moaned into her pussy, the two of them locked into a giving and receiving triumvirate.
"I'm cumming, babe," Shaun breathed into the face of Sylvia, who smiled back at her lover.
