"Because he liked it," she said, as if reading my thoughts. "He liked watching you get a proper fucking by another woman."
At that moment, Derica relaxed her grip on my wrists and began slowly dragging her hands down my arms.
"Though I probably bruised his ego a bit at the end there," she said as she placed a hot, wet kiss on my neck that made me flinch. "Has he ever managed to make you call him 'daddy', love? I'm guessing not."
I still didn't answer her. Her words were like venom in my mind. Letting Derica fuck me had been the most frustrating, humiliating, and confusing experience of my life. It had been a struggle for me to get through it. I thought it had been a struggle for Micheal, too. But if it hadn't. If he really was just sitting back and enjoying the show...
"Typical college boy," Derica said with a laugh. "Only thinking with his cock. I think I saw him stroking himself through his pants while we were having fun. Didn't he say something about you not being 'some random chick on pornhub'? Might want to ask him about that one, lo—"
Derica stopped short and looked up at me. Tears of anger and frustration were filling my eyes as I glared at Micheal. Why the fuck didn't he help me? Why did I go through all that shit? For nothing? Just so he could have something to watch?
I looked at Derica who had been watching me silently. I couldn't really tell through the tears blurring my vision, but it almost looked like she was smirking. However, when I blinked the tears out of my eyes, the look on her face was one of concern.
"Oh, love," she said as she took my face in her hands. "Did I say too much? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset."
She used her thumbs to wipe away my tears as they fell down the sides of my face, and looked at me so intently that I felt my heart beat faster.
"Here. Let mommy make it all better," she said as she slowly lowered her face down to mine.
Her blue eyes arrested my gaze as she grew closer to me, and I saw her lips begin to part in preparation for what could only be a kiss. I felt my mouth opening in anticipation as I remembered the kiss we shared in her suite. But just as our lips were about to touch, Micheal shifted in his sleep and I abruptly turned away from her.
"What?" Derica asked with a hint of exasperation in her voice. "Still trying to be faithful after the way he treated you?"
I gritted my teeth and glared at Micheal again. I was furious with him for abandoning me just so he could get his jollies, but he was still my boyfriend, and I didn't feel comfortable doing this with him sleeping right next to me.
"What do... What do you want?" I said, surprised at how weak my voice had become. "Why are you here?"
"I told you, love," she said in a sultry voice. "I came to see you. I was hoping you and I could have another go before the plane landed.
Without
the audience this time."
"But... But the deal is over," I said, placing my hands on her shoulders but not pushing her away. "I already lost all the money."
"That's right, love," she said as she slid in between my legs. "This isn't about money, and it isn't about entertaining your boyfriend. This is just about you... And me."
Once again, Derica's mouth returned to my neck as she kissed me wetly, and I let out a moan as her strong arms encircled my body. Violent shivers ran through me as I felt her soft naked body press against my own. I should have been fighting her. I should have been resisting. But I couldn't deny the intense pleasure I felt at her touch. And Derica had awakened something deep within me back in her suite.
A desire to be controlled. A desire to be taken. A desire to have someone utterly dominate me sexually. Even if that someone was another woman. Micheal couldn't do it. No one had ever been able to do it. But Derica could. And now. Dear god. Now I just wanted her to do it again.
Derica slowly began trailing kisses down my body. Her mouth was like liquid fire. I felt my skin flushing where ever she placed her soft wet kisses. She stopped at my breasts and lingered there for such a long time; sucking their soft flesh into her mouth and rolling her tongue around my rapidly hardening nipples.
She eventually returned to her descent, kissing and sucking of the skin of my stomach as she got lower and lower. All pretense of resistance on my part was gone at this point, and I found myself placing my hands on her head and gently pushing on it. Derica's eyes flashed up at me, full of lust and laughter, as she finally gave me what I wanted.
It was like every cell in my body released a sigh when I felt her mouth come into contact with my pussy. Her soft lips and tongue parting my folds. And then my breath caught in my throat as she found my clit and gently sucked it into her mouth. My entire body trembled as she smothered it with her tongue, making long, slow circular motions that forced a moan from my throat.
I could hear erotic wet sounds coming from Derica's mouth as she sucked on my clit. The skillful movements of her tongue slowly becoming more and more aggressive. I let out another cry and arched my back as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me. I wasn't use to so much pleasure. It was too intense. I started to pull away from her to try and give myself some relief, but Derica hooked her arms around my thighs and held me firmly in place.
I began clawing at the bedsheets as Derica returned her mouth to my pussy when my hand came into contact with something strange. I looked over and saw that I had grabbed on to Micheal's shirt by accident. He was still asleep, but I didn't care about that. In fact, I found myself glaring at him.
Is this what you wanted to see?
I thought.
Is this what you gave me up for, you selfish bastard? It serves you right that you're going to sleep through the whole thing.
I kept looking at him as Derica lavished attention on my hard clit with her soft, wet tongue. I could feel myself get even wetter at the thought of letting Derica make me cum right next to Micheal as he slept, and I started grinding my pussy into her feasting mouth.
When I felt the orgasm coming, I ran my fingers through Derica's short hair. When I looked down, I found her staring back up at me. She'd been watching me stare at Micheal, and something in her eyes told me that she was just as turned on by the situation as I was.
Derica's tongue moved faster and she sucked on my clit harder as we gazed into each other's eyes. When I came, I took fistfuls of her hair in my hands and practically screamed as the intense pleasure tore through me. My body bucked and shook, but Derica easily held on to me and kept pursuing my pleasure. An orgasm that would have lasted a few seconds with Micheal felt like it went on for a minute with Derica.
However, just as she had done back in her suite, Derica gave me no time for rest. Little sucking noises escaped her lips as she continued to lash my clit with her tongue, and I reflexively locked my legs around her neck as she gave me another powerful, trembling orgasm right on the heels of the last.
"Derica... Derica, please wait," I pleaded when she kept sucking on my clit, despite making me cum twice already. But she didn't listen.
Instead, I felt her slide two of her fingers into my dripping wet pussy. When she began fingering my g-spot in time with the movements of her tongue, I threw my head back onto my pillow and lost all sense of myself. My whole world shrank down to the place between my legs where Derica had me completely at her mercy. Then she made me cum. She made me cum over and over.
"Oh fffffuuuck!!" I cried as the first orgasm overwhelmed me.
My whole body went rigid as I raised my hips off the bed. But Derica kept control of me and to continued to finger and suck me without pause
"Oh, god! Oh, god!! OH, GOD!!" I screamed as the second orgasm came, awkwardly arching my back as Derica pinned down my lower body.
I looked down and saw that Derica's eyes were closed. All of her attention was focused on her mouth on my clit and her fingers in my pussy. I felt several small orgasms break over my body in short order as she continued to finger me, and I knew that something very big was coming.
"Derica... Derica..." I breathed needfully as I looked down at her eating my pussy.
She must have heard it in my voice because her eyes popped open and she looked up at me. Something about those piercing blue eyes staring up at me with her face buried in my cunt pushed me over the edge. My body trembled violently, and my vision became unfocused as I silently came; the sheer intensity of my pleasure robbing me of my voice. The only sound I could hear was my pussy juice hitting Derica's face as I squirted all over her.
When the aftershocks of my orgasm finally came to an end, Derica climbed back up my body and tried to kiss me again, and, this time, I let her. I put my arms around her neck and plunged my tongue into her open mouth, earning a surprised moan from her in return.
I could taste the remains of my orgasm as her tongue entered my mouth, and we laid there kissing for a long time before Derica slowly rose off of me and stepped off the bed.
"Where are you going?" I asked in a whine, frustrated by the sudden loss of contact with her.
Derica didn't answer. She just stood at the foot of the bed and pulled something out of the pocket of her robe. It was the strap-on she'd used on me earlier. She let her robe fall to the floor and stepped into the strap-on's harness with practiced ease. She licked her hand and began stroking it absently as she climbed back onto the bed on her knees. When she began spreading my legs, I resisted.
