"NEXT!"
My coffee-colored nipples hardened on olive mounds. I palmed both, kneading my heavy breasts. My nipples tingled for a touch. I wanted him to pinch them to painful peaks but he was busy. His cock was working hard to destroy my tightness.
In the cheap motel, free to scream, I obnoxiously moaned from the hard thrusts he hastily delivered. His breath blew a ragged note across my cheek and I to his.
"Oooh.. Just like that," I purred, locking my ankles around his ass.
"Uh, ugh, uhh," came his response
The man was an Asian dream boat with a thin mustache. He swiveled his hips, pushing on with a throaty grunt. He pulled out and pushed my head down, smearing his seed across my chin. His grunts came in sync with his fap as he rolled his tip across my lips.
"Lick it clean," he breathlessly murmured.
"NEXT!"
Slump-shouldered, he took his leave and an older white gentleman appeared at my side.
"Look at that," he beamed, revealing a pearl-white set of false teeth.
Belly flopping onto the mattress, he looked at me like a meal to devour. He tossed my leg to the side, hunching to taste my sticky cunt.
My eyes drifted toward my husband, standing like a statue at my side. He wasn't happy about this. I saw the envious rage thumping across his temple in a vein threatening to pop.
Despite his irritation, he was hard as a rock. His cock teasingly swiped across my cheek. Gleefully, I shifted to take him into my mouth but couldn't provide a suction as the stranger nibbled my clit.
My vibrating Hmms and Mms buzzed across his tip as I suckled, flicking my tongue around his mushroom head. He enjoyed the tease. I could feel his balls tightening in my palm.
"Ooh, It feels so good," I confessed to his dismay.
Grasping my hair, he led his shaft into my throat, "Don't you dare cum," he murmured, nudging my head down until my nose touched his pubes.
Grudgingly, he fucked my mouth and I tried to fight my reflexes. I failed and flew backward to gasp for air. I bet I looked a mess as I spit out the phlegm and let it roll down my stomach. I was feining for an orgasm and lifted my knees toward my chest.
This man, despite my struggle, rewarded my defeat with lip sweeps over my pink button, wielding his tongue to polish my opening.
"Don't you fucking cum," my husband glared.
With clenched thighs, I groaned in agony. My orgasm was coming to a head and I dropped down. My eyes and cheeks held a redness from the tingly need to release.
"Uh, Ooh!" A gush of fluid I had reserved to lube the next cock poured from my opening and I saw the anger flash over my husband's face before his palm came down to grasp my wispy hair. I was a mess with strands sticking against my flushed cheeks.
"Fuck this, slut," my husband sneered toward the man, "Get up. This isn't a cuck buffet, use this useless bitch!"
Dazed from his order, the man lifted to mount me. He entered with a few thin inches, shoving to the hilt. His mixed strokes were off-beat, causing insanity to my need to cum.
"Come on, old man, fuck that silly slut!"
"Fuck her!" A young man shouted, joining in on the ruse while his friend stood at the foot of the bed.
The hottest part of his sex was the many sets of eyes watching his fragile pale body toil between my tanned thighs.
"Fuck the hell outta her, man, come on, fuck that cheating bitch!"
The man in question tried to push on despite my husband's anger. But their mocks at me and his frantic fucking continued with laughs and his was cock slowly went soft. I assisted by moving my hips. He reached down to kiss me and I quickly turned my cheek.
"Kiss him!" My husband ordered.
"Kiss him!" The young man said and the rest joined in with an order for me to perform.
With his permission and the thrill of humiliation, I gave the elderly man a sloppy kiss. His tongue slithered toward the back of my throat with a raunchy desire that enabled mine.
I should explain.
It's all too bizarre how I ended up this way with ten sets of lustful eyes watching my degradation and more to come.
Despite my consent in the matter, I was being used, not for my pleasure, but for my husband's. I had cheated on him. Why? Because I wanted to. I love sex, fucking, sucking, licking, cumming, you name it.
Ask my husband why and his answer is different.
"It's simple," he told my therapist a few weeks ago, "She's a childish slut who craves a man's attention."
My therapist, Dr. Geraldine Lewis, had turned a brighter shade of red from his assessment yet she didn't agree or disagree. I had been seeing her for years, she knew.
Oh, she knew me very well. I'd come to her feet three months in with a craving to taste her pussy. I still remember the way she crossed her legs and shook her head in denial. She was straight, every straight-laced woman was until I got a hold of them. The next session she gave in, hiking her skirt up while my tongue melted her to bits.
Dr. Lewis pretended it never happened the first time and couldn't bring herself to look me in the eye. After a while, she too craved my tongue and I was bringing a new toy to each session.
So, there, I cheated. It's not that big of a deal, right? But it wasn't just her, and twice would be forgivable. But there were more. A lot more, a total of sixty-six times I can remember, and when getting black-out drunk oh, how I forgot.
The number of men and women, I wish I knew, I lost count around affair number three. And who counts anymore? They were as useless to me right now as the men lined up by the queen bed, awaiting a shot at jizzing in or on me. I loved to fuck but love my husband.
