I glanced at my phone before I looked around the hallway outside my hotel room. It was tranquil at this point in the day, yet I could feel my heart hammer in my chest. I was wondering if the dirty slut was going to show up or not. I met Chloe through the magic of the internet. The two of us shared common interests in the delights and sins of the flesh, particularly towards the rougher side of it. After a couple of months of exchanging dirty messages, where we both greatly exaggerated our sexual prowess, and showing each other a few pictures, complete with unique notes, we finally met up.
To this day, I am convinced that the hotel we stayed in hates my guts for the amount of noise the slut and I made. And make no mistakes; Chloe is a complete slut. Very little is off limits to her, and sex is all but a religion to her, which worked out perfectly for me. This wasn’t a romantic rendezvous with an old flame. I was going to brutally skullfuck Chloe and leave her gasping, sputtering mess.
I’d been so wrapped in work lately that I’d been unable to indulge in carnal wonders. Besides, it’s hard to find someone like Chloe, an unrepentant slut who would let you do anything to her. I am convinced you’ll have better odds of finding a unicorn or a politician who isn’t a complete piece of lying shit than a slut like Chloe – certainly one with her good looks and no interest or desire for drama.
Sometimes I’d wonder if Chloe was a sex android from the future – a beautifully perverted future.
The distinctive clicks of the heels pulled me from my reflections, and I turned just as Chloe drew up, a smile on her lips. The depraved little slut was dressed uncharacteristically conservative – well, conservative by her standard. A tightly fitted, navy blue, high-hemmed skirt complemented her snug blazer, bringing a pant-tightening amount of attention to her bust. Of course, this being Chloe, that bust was on prominent display, with the blazer unbuttoned to ensure her cleavage was exposed.
She wore her dark hair in a tight bun, which I sincerely appreciated as it would create a perfect handle for what I planned to do to her. I had noticed that she’d applied a heavy layer of eyeliner, emphasising the large eyes, and a liberal application kaçak iddaa of red lipstick, giving her that touch of whorishness which was otherwise absent in her current uniform.
She leant forward, her hand caressing my crotch and squeezing the obvious bulge. “So… where do you want to go?”
“Out here,” I breathed.
Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Ooooh, you are bad,” she purred. She began to sink to her knees, but I shoved her down, popping the buttons on my jeans open. There would be no time for playing around. I pulled my swollen cock out and jammed it into Chloe’s surprised mouth. She gagged with the sudden intrusion, her eyes screwing eyes, nostrils flaring. Putting my hands on the back of her head and grabbing the hair bum, I began to thrust my hips with quick, spasmodic jerks. I glanced over my shoulder, making sure no one was coming. Spit began to dribble out of the corner of her mouth as her saliva glands working overtime to lubricate my cock. Her tongue tried to caress and pleasure my dick, but she soon stopped, realising my intention. Instead, she flattened her tongue and adjusted her head, allowing passage to the hot depths of her mouth.
I slowly pushed my hips forward, buttocks tensing, as I entered her throat. She gave a muffled gag, her hands moving to my thighs for support as I sank into the tight passage and ground her face into my groin. My fingers pressed into the back of her head as her gullet squeezed me, her back arching.
“Yes, that’s it,” I hissed, eyes closing as a pleasurable ripple ran up my spine. Chloe began to swallow, the motion rolling over my pulsing cock and causing another groan from me. Opening my eyes, I looked down at the woman skewered on my cock. “Like that, Cunt?”
Chloe gave a muffled moan.
“Stupid question,” I said. “You fucking love it, you slut.”
I slowly pumped my hips, delving into her throat, the hall filling with the loud, sloppy sucking sounds as I drove myself in and out. I could see Chloe trying her hardest to keep the built-up saliva from her mouth. As I pulled back, she’d swallow the excess, only to hurl it up again as my dick penetrated her throat again.
I began to breathe through my nose, my jaws clenching, as I continued to face fuck kaçak bahis this stunning woman and willing cock-sleeve.
Moving her hands on my thighs to my butt, she began to plunge her head in time with my stiff pumps. An exclamation slipped through my clenched teeth as I impaled her throat, the muscles contracting around my throbbing shaft and applying an amazing amount of sucking pressure. She began to grind her nose into the bit of exposed pubic hair through my boxers, moaning around the base.
She gagged again and began to move her head back, but I pushed her back down to the base and held her there. Through the haze of my lust, I saw the cream-coloured wall and had an idea. I pulled myself out, withdrawing a large gob with me, which stained the floor. I ignored it and pushed Chloe back, angling her, until she was again on the wall. I held her head, pinning her to the wall, and guided my pulsing, drenched, lipstick-smeared cock back between her lips.
Spreading my hands on the walls for leverage, I shoved my swollen cock into her mouth. I could feel saliva slip past the tightly wrapped lips as Chloe sucked me off. Her hands began to caress my backside, squeezing the taut flesh as I briskly fucked her face.
I maintained my pace; quick, stiff, penetrating jabs battered her throat and withdrew a few loud gags.
“Fuck yes,” I hissed, tilting my head back. “Keep sucking, you nasty Cunt!”
The derogatory insults slipped through gritted teeth as I lost myself in the wet, hot, sucking pleasure of Chloe’s wanton mouth and rolling tongue. My toes curled in my shoes as prickles of my climax began to stir in my swinging ballsack.
Beneath me, I heard Chloe stifled moans become pitched. I quickly pulled out, allowing her a second to catch her breath. She shuddered as I took the base of my dick and slapped the slobber-coated head against her face. Her eyes slid shut, body tensing and then shaking as a slight gasp passed her.
I let her savour her orgasm before shoving my prick back into her mouth. Angling my weight downwards, I began to thrust feverishly. The back of Chloe’s head, thankfully cushioned by the tight hair bun, banged against the wall, adding to the sloppy, squelching and gags of the throat fucking.
Then illegal bahis I heard a new sound coming down the hall.
Voices.
“Shit!” I closed my eyes and sped up, pounding Chloe’s face with powerful, frantic strokes. Chloe moaned, seeming to have wholly forgotten where she was.
Then again, she’d probably enjoy getting caught. Being surrounded by hard, hot cocks, as they coated her with their sticky seed, baptising her, was probably one of her deepest fantasies.
The thought was enough to push me over the edge. As I felt the electrical ripples of my orgasm, I shoved myself balls deep into her, my throbbing cock ramming itself down her throat to a loud retch. I kept myself buried as my cock spewed its load into her stomach, my balls twitching with each deposit. As I felt my dick soften, I withdrew from her mouth and quickly did my jeans up. Chloe remained on the floor, looking at me with a satisfied smile, before she slowly got to her feet, using the wall to steady herself.
At that moment, a group of people emerged, two drunk guys and three equally drunk girls. They passed us by, the women tittering, and the guys pretended to care about what they were saying. One of the guys did pause to look at Chloe, his bleary eyes narrowing, but he soon gave a stupid grin and staggered off after the group.
Chloe sighed and leaned back against the wall. “Holy shit,” she breathed. “That was just what I fucking needed…”
“Rough day?”
“Boring day….” she said, picking her handbag up from where it had dropped and rummaging through it. She received a compact mirror, coloured a garish pink and flipped it open. I felt a sense of male pride as she gave a low whistle. “You did a real number on me… perfect.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while…”
“Yeah, it fucking has,” Chloe replied as she wiped around the smears of make-up on her flushed, glistening face. “Where the fuck have you been hiding your sexy self? Do you know how much I’ve needed you to mess my ass and degrade me, you selfish Cunt?”
I had to smile. Chloe had a natural way with words. “Working,” I said and then glanced at my watch. “Fancy dinner, my treat?”
“Will you fuck my ass?” she asked, pausing in apply a fresh coat of lipstick.
“That will be the least of the things I’ll do to you…”
The little slut smirked at me, added a final stroke to her bottom, and snapped the compact mirror shut. “Lead on, Lover.”