Ravaged 8

Catie checked her phone one last time. She saw a message from her sister that said simply, "Good Luck." She didn't respond, instead, she put her phone on silent, only letting certain numbers reach her. She walked into the lobby of the posh hotel and made a beeline for the bar. The expensive heels clacked against the marble and were eventually muffled by the carpet of the luxurious watering hole she found herself in. Walking up to a wooden podium she found herself being greeted by a pretty little black-haired girl whose bright smile and large bust were meant to attract male clientele. "Just one tonight ma'am?" the girl asked.

"I'm actually here meeting someone," Catie said shyly. "I should be taken to the VIP table, he told me to say," she ended, her tan cheeks turning a shade darker due to her nervousness.

The hostess looked at her with a knowing smile. "Oh I see ma'am, I'll take you to him right away," she said. The pair of women walked for a bit, saying nothing. Catie was impressed by the atmosphere of the restaurant, it seemed so upscale, nothing like what she was typically used to. "You know your date is a lucky man," the hostess whispered to her as the two got to the VIP table. It was a large booth that could easily fit four or five others hidden in the back of the restaurant lit by candles. Sitting at the table watching the two of them was a large black man dressed in a blue dinner jacket and white shirt, staring not at the tiny buxom hostess but at the curvier Catie. Catie blushed at the intensity of his gaze, she wasn't used to having men stare at her like that. Stare at her lustfully. Part of it bothered her, but it also excited her. "Sir, your guest has arrived," the hostess said.

"Thank you," the large black man said as he got up and handed the hostess a folded up bill. The hostess nodded her appreciation and left, leaving Catie with the attractive man. He took her hand in his, Catie couldn't help but notice the difference. His hands were so much larger than hers, they looked like they were used to doing work but still felt soft. "You look so sexy," he said. His voice came out low and sexy, something like an R&B singer. Catie blushed at the compliment, not fully knowing how to respond. She was not used to being complimented in this way, by a tall, dark, and handsome stranger who was staring at her with obviously lustful intentions. Her husband would give her a nice compliment every now and again, but those were the obligatory ones. The ones how she was a great mother, and how he loved her. It was nice to hear but she craved the ones that let her know she was still a desirable woman.

Catie's thoughts flooded back towards her life, and she felt a pang of guilt. What would those who knew her think? What would her kids think? She shook the thoughts to the back of her mind, she made her choice. Tonight she was going to feel like a desired woman. "Thank you," she said while sitting down. The seats were a soft leather that felt pleasant against the tiny bit of thigh that was exposed by her cocktail dress. It felt divine, so much better than the sticky seats at the childish restaurants she would constantly visit. She groaned internally at the thought of those stupid restaurants. They reminded her of the beautiful babies she left at her house. The kids she pawned off for the night, so she could run around having her fun. "You gonna stare at me, or are you going to order me a drink?" she asked her new dinner companion. If she couldn't get rid of the guilt and thoughts of her family, then alcohol would.

"What would you like? They have a wonderful wine here," her suitor said.

"I'm more of a whiskey gal," she said back to him. He smiled at that, a telling smile that hinted at his interest. He flagged down the waiter and put in her drink order. He turned back to her and leaned forward. She could smell his cologne, an expensive scent that reminded her of a few shops she had been in.

"So Catie," he started.

Catie scowled and cut him off, "Caitlyn. I don't want you calling me Catie."

He chuckled while taking a sip of his drink. "I'm sorry, Caitlyn tell me something about yourself," he said. He smiled at her and she lost himself in his eyes. They were brown pools that invited her to bare her soul to him. She did just that, telling him enough detail to seem interesting, but not enough to where he knew every little detail. She reserved all the information for her husband, the man she promised herself too. He in return did the same. He told her his name was Damon. He had a nice high paying job that let him travel a lot, he even had a wife. He spoke about her like she was the greatest woman in the world, a much different stance what he was taking now being here with her. Over the course of their conversation, the waitress came many times, giving them drinks, taking their order, and delivering their order. The pair paid little attention to her and were absorbed with each other.

Catie at this point in time was feeling the effects of her multiple whiskeys. She got close to Damon and eyed him seductively. Damon for his part welcomed the intrusion of his personal space. He picked up his glass and took a sip. Catie didn't know why but seeing the dark hand easily palm the glass, and watching his thick lips curl around the brim turned her on. She imagined what it would feel like to have those same hands curl around her, while his lips covered hers. "So Caitlyn, I have to ask. What do you want?" he asked her.

Caitlyn pondered the question like it was the most philosophical thing ever. "What do you mean?" she responded.

"I mean, you're a married woman who happens to meet a man at a restaurant that I know you can't afford on your own. You also wear your wedding ring, but at the same time, you couldn't keep your hands off of mine. Now I'll ask again what do you want?" he said. The way he tactically tore her apart did something to her. It excited her. Her nerves were on fire and her pussy throbbed in a way that seemed familiar the way an old friend seemed familiar. She looked at his eyes, the beautiful marbles were burning with an emotion she knew as an adult woman. It was lust, it was so recognizable. She missed this feeling, being desired by a man. The last time she saw that look in a man's eyes was when she was in college getting picked up by her husband. He looked at her with the same fire, the same intense look. That night he took her home and ravaged her.

Her pussy came alive at the memory. That night she learned what good sex could be like. He controlled her body effortlessly, moving her in position after position. He laid her on her back and went deep into her, then when he grew tired of that he put her on her knees. She remembered the feeling of him taking her from behind, as she was bent over his couch. He laid claim to her body like no man ever had before. She giggled at the memory of her walking bowlegged for a day or two afterward. That memory was a distant one. Now their sex life while still decent was filled with quickies and awkward touches while trying not to expose two young girls to where babies really came from. She felt blessed at the life she lived and her beautiful family, but a big part of her yearned for those times. The times where she was taken and ravaged by a man. Not where she was a mother, but where she was a sexual being.

Damon looked at the woman who was pondering his question. He found her endearing and charming, much like his lovely lady. Letting his thoughts fly back to the woman who he loved he made a mental note to pick up roses on his way home for her. With a lecherous smirk, he reached his hand down towards her thighs. Placing his large hand on them he pulled at them gently, but firm enough for her to get the message. She let her legs part open revealing her covered pussy to him. Catie looked down and smiled. The contrast between his distinctively dark hands, and her tan but still white thighs turned her on. Damon worked his hand between her thighs, letting one finger gently pass over her pussy. The only thing separating the swollen lips from his thick fingers was the thin lacey material of her panties. She blushed at his bold action. Damon smiled at her reaction, even though she didn't respond he knew what she wanted.

Damon let his fingers stroke up and down, lightly tracing her slit. He went slow at first making sure to press into her clit when he reached it. Each time he would focus on it for a bit, before returning to his up and down stroking motion. Each pass caused him to go back and pay more attention to the tiny bundle of nerves. Eventually, he stopped following the slit and let his fingers slowly work into her clit. He was a magician letting his index and middle finger push into it, swirling the thin material of her panties act as the buffer. The pattern of the lace dug into her swollen organ unevenly giving an odd mix of sensation, one that not many women would complain about. Catie was doing her best to control her moan. Her eyes were snapped shut and she was mewling to herself. As the wonderful man before her was playing her like an instrument she felt her hips surge forward, trying to bring his fingers into her soaked lips. She felt so wrong for liking this. Here she was in a restaurant getting fingered by a man barely kipping it together. She was doing a good job until she felt her panties brush against her engorged lips. A slight breezed passed over her pussy as he slowly inserted his index finger into her soaked pussy. The act brought out a moan from her. He worked the digit in and out of her for a bit, making sure to curve his finger upward so he could have constant contact with her clit. On the inside of her body, he made sure his finger was curved slightly hitting the familiar nub that was her g-spot. Once again her hips rocked forward, her body started to shake. She knew she would be cumming soon.

Her eyes were closed still, focusing on trying not to scream. She loved being fingered like this, and the brazen public display made it all the better. Reaching down she grabbed his wrist with her hand and pulled him in deeper. He got the message loud and clear. He added a second finger, this time his middle finger. Keeping his hand in the same curved upward position he was doubling her pleasure. She really couldn't control herself now. Her breathing picked up and the sounds of the outside world became a muffled mess as she felt her body heat up. Now she was slouching down letting her hips drive forward as she did her best to ride his hand. Damon was smiling now, he refused to slow down as he kept his fingers moving. The double onslaught of his fingers hitting her clit, and her internal walls caused her body to seize for a moment.

With sweat pouring down her face she did her best to stop from screaming out loud. Throwing her hand over her mouth she muffled the sound just enough. While her noises were stopped, the way her body violently thrashed did not. She attempted to push her body deep into the cushions of the seat, but it was like the more she resisted, the more her body rejected her commanded. Her hips lifted up and fell back to the seat, while her thighs quivered. It had been so long since she really came like that, so it was obvious her body would let the full effect be known. She felt her pussy spasm around his fingers as he kept stroking. Did he not know she just came or did he not care? She decided it was the latter by the way he spoke to her. "Caitlyn, what do you want?" he asked once again in that smooth yet sexy voice of his.

Opening her eyes the world returned in segments as the dim lights of the restaurant reminded her where she was. "Huh?" she said straightening herself up.

"Caitlyn dear, our waitress has been waiting for you to order dessert. What do you want for dessert tonight?" he said trying to contain his laughter. Her eyes snapped open and she sobered up from the aftermath of her orgasm. Her once dull senses were on overdrive. She could hear the ambient chatter or the people around her, she could smell the different smells coming from the attention, she could taste the whiskey on her lips, she could feel her own juices leaking down her milky white thighs, and worst of all she could see the waitress. It was the same girl from earlier, the black-haired beauty who seated her. She was standing there smirking, instantly recognizing what the couple was doing. Catie scanned the younger woman's face, there was no judgment there at all, only a light amusement.

Catie smiled, something in her felt amazing now that she came. "Do you have any chocolate on the dessert menu. I'm in the mood for chocolate," she said while letting her hand grip Damon's thigh. She was pleasantly surprised by what she felt. On top of the thigh was something thick and long. The type of appendage that really mattered in this situation. The waitress smiled at the woman, she was enjoying this as much as Catie was. Remaining professional she started relaying the various chocolate-based desserts she had on the menu. She went painfully slow, letting Catie get a chance to slowly stroke Damon. Even though it was through his pants, it still felt amazing. "Baby all of this sounds so good, I just can't decide," she cooed in his ear. Damon nodded and did his best to remain in control but the woman to his side was making it impossible. The waitress was enjoying the show, who was she to stop the obviously horny couple. "Hmm, I think I'll have the Chocolate Explosion," Catie said.

The waitress giggled and corrected her, "Ma'am it's called the Chocolate Experience."

"Don't worry I'll be having that too," Catie quipped as her hand continued its slow motion. Back and forth it went. Sometimes she was slow other times she was fast, but no matter the speed it was torture for Damon who was constantly on edge. Catie had this supernatural ability to know when he was close and would stop. He was doing his best, but he couldn't help but have labored breathes.

"Sir what about you," the waitress said.

"I'll have the Vanilla Booty, I mean bounty. I'll take the Vanilla Bounty," he said quickly. The two women both giggled at his slip up.

"I'll make sure to bring those to you guys, please enjoy yourself," the waitress said as he left.

Catie leaned over to Damon and whispered in his ear, "Unbutton your pants, I want my Chocolate Explosion now." Damon followed the orders and let his cock out. Catie smirked, looking at the organ. In the dim light, it looked sexy a thick black log topped by a glistening mushroom tip. She gripped it, her hand barely going around the base. She slowly stroked up and down, while biting at his ear. "How does it feel, Damon?" she asked huskily. She was horny and the power she had over him was incredible. Eventually, the waitress came back with their desserts and stared at the blatant sexual activity going on in front of her. She placed the desserts down almost dropping them as her eyes bugged out at the massive cock in front of her. No matter what she was definitely going to go home and let her mind run wild at what a cock like that could do to a girl. "Ooh this is so big, I can't wait to have all of it," Catie said while looking at the waitress. For a split second, she didn't know if her customer meant the chocolate cake she set down in front of her or the thick cock in her hand. The waitress blushed and scurried away, her own pussy pulsing. Her boyfriend was going to get a nice night courtesy of the couple. "Make sure you give her a nice tip," Catie said to Damon. He could only nod as he was at his end. Catie was a mistress at her technique. He was a grown-ass man, and here he was being controlled with a simple handjob.

Catie moved up and down, twisting her wrist making sure her thumb swept over the head. With her other hand, she tasted a bit of her dessert. "Hmm this is missing something," she said.

Damon truly didn't give a fuck about what the dessert was missing, but he decided to humor the woman. "What is it missing," he snarled out.

"Hmm be careful Damon, I have you by the balls," she started as she sped up. Damon couldn't think anymore, and his hips started to spasm. Catie kept twisting and jerking increasing her speed and gripping a tad bit tighter. Eventually, she stopped traveling the length of the thick log and focused on the upper half. She paid the closest attention to the head, she was transfixed on it, wondering what it would be like to fit all of it in her mouth. Damon felt himself close, as his dick pulsed in her hand. He didn't notice but Catie slipped the dish that her dessert was on under the table. Going fast she whispered to him, "Cum for me big guy. I need my Chocolate Explosion now!" Damon followed the orders and let the thick fluid from his cock shoot out. It came in a few violent spurts, splashing against the dish. When he was done his dick deflated slightly, still maintaining a hardened state. Catie felt it for a second and was impressed.

She brought the dish back up to the table and lightly mixed in the latest ingredient. Slowly she brought the concoction up to her mouth and seductively licked the spoon. She waited a bit before repeating a second, third, and fourth time. Damon sat there, his mind recovering from the little sex act. Catie was having fun eating her dessert. Picking up spoonfuls of the thick chocolate cake and gently sucking it off the spoon. She licked the spoon all over enjoying sucking it clean. To add to the fun she let a bit of the dessert drop onto her breasts and running down a bit before she scooped it up with her finger. Bringing her own appendage to her mouth, she giggled and spoke to Damon, "Sorry I'm so clumsy." Damon had had enough, he was at his wit's end. Even though he just came, he needed her now. His dick was back to being hard.

He flagged down the waitress and instructed her to box his dessert up. Catie lightly pushed hers away and said, "Oh, I'll be too full to move if I finish. I'll stuff myself a bit later." Damon slipped her another bill, encouragement to hurry up and to bring the check. The waitress moved fast, she knew what it was like to be horny and didn't want to be in the way of the couple. She made it back in record time with a box and the check. Damon simply put his credit card down and handed it back to her. Once again she went and got back. Damon moved fast, signing his name with a barely legible scribble, and leaving a very generous tip. The waitress deserved it for being an unintentional witness to their little display. Damon pulled Catie up and started to rush her out of the restaurant and to the elevators. Passing by the waitress she giggled and winked. "I'm off to go get my Chocolate Experience," she said which earned a laugh from the busty woman.

Catie's heels clicked against the marble floor as she herself rushed to make the elevator. The couple slammed through and closed the door behind them. Pushing the button for their floor they proceeded to attack each other. Damon was relentless as he pushed Catie up against the wall shoving his tongue into her mouth. Catie on her end was more than receptive as she moaned, the feeling of his thick lips was heaven to her. They attacked each other like starved animals, only stopping to exit the elevator when it got to their floor. Rushing to their room, they giggled the entire way like school kids excited for some activity. Damon slid the keycard into the door doing his best to burst in. it didn't work on the first try but the second one it did. Essentially shoved the door open, he was surprised when Catie pushed him up against the wall. She wrapped her arms around him going up onto the tips of her toes. She was a tall woman, even taller with the heels, but Damon was simply a giant.

She forced him to part his lips as she pulled him in sucking at him with her mouth. Separating she panted for a bit. "Lose the shirt," she said. Damon nodded in agreement. Making his way towards the bed he threw off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. The piece of clothing fell to the floor revealing a back that seemed like it was carved from stone. Catie licked her lips as she examined his dark boulder-like shoulders and the massive arms. God she couldn't wait to fuck the beast. Damon was doing his best to control the lust that was building within him, his cock growing hard in anticipation of a second-round as he kicked his shoes off. Catie moved slowly and deliberately, maintaining the air of a sex goddess. She could see the thick layout of his dick through the thin material of his pants. Even though she had jerked him off earlier, something in her was yearning to see it. She paused for a second as she stood in front of him, her brain taking in the gravity of the moment.