Monique sits up on your lap. You tell her you need your cock back, and she twists around on your lap. Then, she pulls her over-fucked pussy off your cock, causing a thick mixture of cum to drop onto your lap.
When you answer your phone, an unknown man asks if a lady named Monique had called him earlier. You tell him that she had used your phone, and you would look for her.
Muting your phone, you walk up to her, and kiss her, and she kisses you back. You push her back against the wall, and lift her leg, putting her into a very vulnerable position. You hand her the phone, and say it is for her. She unmutes the phone, and starts talking to her husband.
You take a breast into your mouth, and play with her nipple, running your tongue around and around. While speaking to husband, she arches her back from your stimulation. You push the envelope, and stick two fingers into her married pussy, using your thumb to play with her clit.
You can tell you are making it difficult for Monique to talk to her husband. She seems to be having trouble keeping her attention on her husband's words. Feeling your cock has hardened, you decide to see how much she can take. Just as you pull your finger from her pussy, you push your cock in.
Monique looks at you, shaking her head, and mouthing, "No." You nod, and give her a little more cock. She continues to talk, while you pound her with very short strokes.
Suddenly, she stops talking, and just looks past you. It took her a full minute to start talking on the phone. Soon thereafter, she ends the call, and pitches the phone onto the couch.
She asks you what your room number is, and you tell her. She pushes on you, knocking you off balance, pulling herself off you. She goes over to her clothes, and pulls a scrap of paper out of her blouse pocket.
You have walked up behind her, and see it has the same number on it. You ask her about it. She turns around, and looks at you with a mixture of fear and anger. "That's the number my idiot husband gave me!" Monique yells.
You look at her, confused, and ask why she has your room number. She explains how her husband had asked her to do something for him.
"My husband was meeting a client here, and had asked if he knew a black girl that would be interested in meeting up with a white guy for a little fun. My husband told me he couldn't find anyone else, and pleaded with me to help him out, telling me getting this account would mean a promotion, and a nice pay raise. Then, he writes down the wrong room number. He was calling to ask where I was, as the client called him."
"So, I show up at your door, thinking you are my husband's client. I didn't lie about you being my second. I just never told you who my husband was. And now I have to ask you a question I think I know the answer to."
"What question is that?" you ask.
"Have you had a vasectomy," Monique asks as she looks into your eyes.
"Uh, no," you answer.
"That fucking husband of mine, I should never had agreed to do this. The deal was the client was cut. He loved to fill his conquests up with his safe cum. My husband told me he likes to fuck black girls, acting like he was trying to knock them up. Thinking I was in the right place, I let you pump way too much of your cum into me. Now I am full of your virile seed working its way into my unprotected womb."
"Does your husband know you got fucked by the wrong guy?" you ask.
"No, I didn't tell him I had fucked you, and was being fucked as we spoke. When he said the room number, which was not the one he wrote down, I knew I had made a big mistake. I don't blame you. I came onto you, practically jumping on your cock, and never worried about protection. You must have assumed I had planned ahead."
"I thought it was weird a married woman bet away her pussy, taking me bareback, and not ever mentioning pulling out. After saying that, I love how you feel on me. Your tight pussy wrapped snugly around my cock, and those nice sized tits bouncing with every stroke," you explain.
"I got to be going. Can I use your shower to clean up. I can't go back to my room like this," Monique asks. You tell her, "Of course".
You hear the shower going for 15 minutes. As Monique comes out, you see she is still naked.
Looking at you, Monique says, "Normally, I would have wrapped up in a towel, but why bother. You have seen more than most have, and taken what only one other has had."
Monique lets you watch as she puts on her panties and pulls up her skirt. Then, she swings her arms through her shirt sleeves, and buttons it up. She walks over to you, and gives you a nice kiss.
"I do regret having your cum deep in my pussy, but I do not regret getting fucked by you. Getting fucked by a stranger, who I know wanted to have my pussy, tits and mouth, was so exhilarating. I want to tell you every one of my orgasms were real," Monique tells you, "and I want to talk to you later this week. You did say you are staying the whole week, right?"
You tell her you are here for the whole week, and as she walks by, you stop her, and turn her sideways. Running your hand across her blouse, tracing the shape of her breasts, you say, "I thought you were braless when you came in, and loved it when you showed me I was right. I love it when girls are confident enough to go unsupported, and especially when their nipples are showing through their tops, like yours are."
"Thank you," as Monique walks out the door |