My heart is still pounding as I look at the picture of Ben's thick shaft held in our waitress's hand, a string of his cum still clinging from her smiling mouth to the wet slit of his bulbous purple cock-head. My pussy tingled knowing that I had made him hard like that, he was lusting after me to be the one to suck and fuck last night. I sat down quickly as my legs gave out, my orgasm devoured my body as I continued to stare at the erotic picture on my phone. Once I finally calmed down I had a cup of water and continued my exercises.
When I got back up to the room Rob had already left for work, leaving me a note that the room was paid for I should enjoy breakfast and that he had left me the car keys. I took a lazy shower and put on the complementary robe in the room and ordered breakfast from room service. I look in my suitcase that Rob had packed for me and see he has jeans and a sweater for me to wear home, not hot and sexy like last night, then I notice his shirt from last night over the back of a chair. I strip off my robe and slip into his shirt, I can smell his cologne and remember how hard I had made his and Ben's cocks last night. My eyes close as I slide my hands up my inner thighs, pulling the shirt along with me, fantasizing the two of them are here now, in my room, watching me move for them.
A knock at the door and a deep male voice announced room service and I am pulled back to reality, but my mind is still locked in fantasy. I do one button up on the shirt near my navel and give my hair a wild toss as I open the door. A young swarthy man stands in my doorway, white teeth, clear brown eyes surrounded by glistening brown skin, smiling the company policy smile as his hands rest on the small cart. His eyes quickly scan my body, enjoying my breasts but locking on my crotch, his breath catching in his throat as he openly burns the vision of my smooth bald pussy into his brain. Rob has always told me just how sexy my pussy looks, but isn't that just what husbands are supposed to say. This young Latino in the tight pants is verifying that my pussy is drop dead gorgeous, his eyes meet mine for just a second, the lust he feels for me visible in them as without apology they drop back down to the junction of my legs.
I back into the room stopping when I feel the bed behind my legs, giving Renaldo space to move the cart into the room. He removes the cover and looks up at my face for a change.
"Breakfast for just one?" he questions and I just nod, my eyes slide over the noticeable bulge in his tight slacks.
"No husband with the beautiful lady?" he asks, voice catching in his throat, he is nervous and excited at the same time. His nervousness somehow makes me feel more confident.
"My lovers have already left." I whisper coyly, running my hands up my body to tangle in my hair, "It's just you and me Renaldo."
He moves from behind the cart and approaches me, his hands on my shoulders as he gently pushes me back on to the bed. I look up to see he has dropped to his knees between my legs.
"I must kiss your beautiful lips." he begs so softly as his hands caress my thighs, moving my legs further apart.
I smile my permission to him and watch as his face approaches my pussy, he inhales deeply, devouring my scent as if I was a fine wine, then a deep groan escapes his mouth as his lips lightly kiss along my slit, gathering my dewy wetness with each touch. I moan with pleasure and open my legs even wider, inviting him to taste me more fully, my head dropping back on the mattress as I sense his tongue lightly licking along each of my swollen outer labia, his mouth and my slit joining in a french kiss as his tongue slips into my hole then up between my inner lips to my engorged clit, his mouth encircling my hard little marble and sucking it between his lips so his tongue can flick at it's most sensitive tip. I am coming on the mouth of a man I have not know for five minutes while I am thinking of the hard cock of a man I had dinner with last night, God, can I be the same woman that bitched about dressing like a cock tease just months ago?
I churn my pussy against his face, my hands in his hair as I encourage him to continue to pleasure me. I can feel him lapping at my copious juices,his throat working to swallow all that my orgasms can produce, broad tongue strokes the length of my slit, his teeth nibbling the sides of my clit, his lips sucking my nectar deep from within my hole, my moans intertwining with his groans as he services my needy snatch.
One final kiss from his lips draws a satisfied sigh from me as he stands and excuses himself to use the washroom. I lie back on the bed, not bothering to cover myself or to close my legs and enjoy the after glow for a few minutes until Renaldo returns, smiles at me as he whispers a soft thank you and leaves the room, his eyes dropping to enjoy my open wet pussy one more time.
I look over my breakfast and decide to wash up first, heading for the bathroom. As I run the water I notice something in the waste basket and pull out a pair of pale blue men's bikini briefs. I can smell cum, and see the front of the underwear are coated in creamy white residue. I realize Renaldo must have cum in his pants as he was eating me out and had decided it was easier to discard them than to try and clean out the sizable load he had deposited. The scent and sight of his cum I find very arousing,my first thought is to scoop some of his jizz with my fingers, or to run my tongue along his briefs, then one thought becomes more powerful than any of the others. I bend and slip his soiled briefs up my legs, my pussy lips open to receive Renaldo's gift, my body shuddering with delight at the exotic and erotic feel of his cum sliding into my slit, my fingers pressing his goo over my lips and clit. I looked at the wild woman wearing men's bikini underwear in the mirror, not quite sure it was me.
