3 comments/ 29503 views/ 4 favorites Meeting Lady Blue Moon Ch. 01 By: johnnieblue44 My beautiful co-author, LadyBlueMoon, and I met for some first-hand research on a variety of carnal subjects. Here is our initial installment, taking turns at our respective narratives of the festivities. Enjoy! ******************** Beautiful, willingly adventurous, and intelligent was an enchanting enough trifecta for me to make the arrangements for the sensational Lady Blue Moon and I to meet. The fact that Erica (her non-Lit name, hey, we all have one!) was also articulate, candid, and the proud owner of a remarkable body and an unabashed oral fetish certainly added to the already more-than-stimulating package. Our electronic conversations and the obvious comfort and chemistry had escalated so expeditiously and naturally that she decided to travel solo on this particular trip to her professional convention in Lexington, Kentucky, forsaking the usual companionship of her hubby. Ironically enough, I figured it was a perfectly opportune time for me to make a long overdue visit to the Blue Grass State myself. Erica readily professed to being married, but also admitted that she was not physically bound by a perpetual tether to her significant other. Besides, I was 'attached' also, but my girlfriend didn't seem to mind my pending overnight liaison with Erica, especially since she knew nothing about it. (It's much easier that way.) So, for one evening only, call it an experiment in the name of literary exploration and research, LadyBlueMoon and I would be attached to each other in a mutually-agreed-upon anything-goes sexual rendezvous. As I drove south on Interstate 75 in my rental car, approaching Lexington from Cincinnati's airport, I admired the indigenous sights and smells of the region. I glanced at the beautiful Kentucky Horse Park to my left, and tried hard to ignore the realization that my cock had been extracted from the zipper of my trousers. I was leisurely providing myself with a warm-up, a mobile handjob in the driver's seat, knowing that this and other appendages would soon be buried somewhere within one of Erica's wondrous orifices or valleys. We both shared a penchant for exhibitionism and semi-public sex, and the fact that our fun and games would be acted out with a perfect stranger in a remote location, far away from both of our hometowns, excited us both tremendously and served to encourage our boldness, to push the envelope. Just what could we get away with, how much would we dare? I imagined Erica already primping herself in our suite at the Embassy Suites off of Newtown Pike, since her recent text message had confirmed her arrival. What would she wear, at least for starters? How would she greet me? How wet was she already? Sexy, big-busted filly meets visiting stallion on a 24-hour road trip for the archives. It promised to be quite a trip. ******************** I-65 had taken me from Indy to Louisville and lunch with Marques, owner of my favorite spa, next to ours, of course. A few hours later and I was in the Embassy Suites in Lexington, primping and preening in preparation for my intended infidelity. How had it come to this? I wondered as I fastened the last strap of my black corset to the top of my silk, seamed hose. I had promised myself several years ago, no more meetings with men I had chatted with on line. But John... his stories had been the fuel for numerous self-pleasuring sessions, his chat erotic, and his appreciation of my own writing and, okay, to be honest about it, my pictures on lit, had stoked my ego and my libido better than any aphrodisiac might. As I slipped on my black, knee length skirt, I thought guiltily of my husband. Did he deserve for me to be unfaithful? He was loving, attentive, and knew exactly how to please me in bed. But I long ago developed the ability to distinguish between sex and love. I imagine he had as well. After all, he is a college professor, and we've all heard stories of how those coeds can turn Cs into As. And my husband was definitely an aficionado of a good blow job. Okay, so I'm rationalizing, right? But still... I dabbed some vanilla oil on each wrist, then behind each ear. I slipped on my black suit jacket, leaving the top button undone. I adjusted the top of the corset as I looked in the mirror. Perfect! The amount of cleavage I'd be showing John would be sure to keep him hard during dinner. I slipped on my 4" black heels and tightened the straps. Beneath my skirt a satin pair of loose fitting boy shorts would ensure that my wetness did not stain my skirt, yet the legs were loose enough for exploring fingers, his or mine, to find what they were seeking. I left an envelope containing a note on the bed. The note instructed John to find me in the bar. I didn't want to meet him initially in the room itself; we might not make it down to the bar. And my plans for the evening included more than just a quick roll in the sack! Checking again to make sure my lipstick matched my bright red nail polish, I ran a hand through my short red hair, turned out the light, and exited the room. ******************** As aroused as I could recall being in many a year, I knocked quietly but firmly on the door of our pre-arranged room, and waited and waited, and then called into the door jamb. Still, no reply. I panicked momentarily. Had she gotten cold feet, changed her mind, seen me through the peephole and ran for the hills? I stood in the hallway and texted her with a simple inquiry. "Room 612, right? Where are you?" Her immediate reply assuaged my concerns. "Oh, I'm around, don't worry. Go down to the front desk, pick up the key, and read my note. xoxo" I followed directive (I can be very obedient at times), and as I sequestered the key from the exceedingly polite young lady with the syrupy-sweet drawl at the check-in counter, she smiled at me and said, "Oh, your wife is quite beautiful, sir. She arrived about an hour ago. But, I think I just saw her go into the bar." I thanked the comely southern belle, and pondered my next move. Bar? Room? Proposal to make an honest woman out of Erica? Or Plan D? Unbeknownst to me, Erica had already sidled into a corner seat in the dimly-lit bar just off the lobby with an unfettered view of anyone coming or going. She could see me clearly, contentedly observing her lover-to-be. Somehow, intuitively, I decided to ask the concierge to make a reservation at a cozy little downtown restaurant that I had once visited after a day at the thoroughbred Fasig-Tipton auctions. About a decade ago, I had dabbled in the investment of breeding of the beautiful animals, enough so that it allowed me to drop business matters occasionally and romp off on short-notice for more important pursuits, such as living out numerous fantasies with impossibly sensuous Literotica authors. I casually conversed with the gentleman, who soon assured me that the corner booth in Alfalfa Restaurant had been requested with the promise of a generous gratuity for the hostess as my expression of generosity when we arrived. I wanted the opportunity to explore Erica and begin our journey of exhibitionism, to see what, if any limits, she had. I realized that my cell phone buzzed once again, signaling an incoming text. "I'm looking right at you." I pirouetted, and then finally saw her, barely, tucked away in a cove of the bar, all by her lonesome. Another text accompanied me as I strode towards her. "And I'm dripping wet." That evoked a hard-on that did not recede for more than brief interludes over the next twenty-four hours. She was stunning, much better than even her marvelous photos would have indicated. She radiated with the sheen of a woman who was encased in sexual anticipation, and our initial kiss set the tone for the events to follow. The crucial first kiss is such a barometer of sexual compatibility, chemistry, sheer desire, a precursor of all good things to..... cum. Speaking for myself, Erica's kiss sent my head into a spiraling orbit of flashing lights and her scent intoxicated my senses to the core. "You're stunning, Erica." I murmured as she sucked on my tongue lightly. The bartender, no doubt having witnessed many clandestine displays of affection, discreetly turned to wash some glasses. "Um, I made us a dinner reservation at a favorite of mine." Erica did not withdraw, continuing to nibble magically on my upper lip. "That's what I was hoping. Are you psychic?" My hand lingered downward until it caressed the smooth naked skin just above her knee. "No, but I once almost went out with a psychic." Erica shivered almost imperceptibly as my fingertips continued a slow, north-bound ascent up her soft, inner thigh. "Poor baby." She pouted her lips while parting her legs slightly to accept my touch. "What happened?" Did I detect the faint hint of a Mississippi drawl in her lilting voice? I felt the back of her hand graze my bulge, taking inventory. My face contorted in pain, as if reliving the shattering memory of a broken heart. "She broke up with me before we ever went out, so I figured she must have been REALLY good at her job." As Erica's head leaned back in delighted laughter, my own lips gently licked the nape of her neck and my free hand cupped her the bottom of one of her spectacular breasts in my palm. Her laughter was quickly abbreviated by another small tremble. We kissed again, this time more hungrily, passionately. ******************** The first kiss had been electric. Was it me, or was John just that good? He was no male model but had a rugged handsomeness I find arousing. As he lightly stroked my inner thigh a shiver ran up my spine and I could feel the wetness on my inner lips. Yes, he most definitely was arousing! A brush of my hand across the front of his trousers told me he was equally aroused. My mind fast-forwarded to the moment when, with all the anticipation of a child at Christmas, I would open those pants to get his package. After our second, more passionate kiss, I pulled my head back and smiled. "Dinner sounds lovely," I said demurely, adding "The evening is in your hands, John. But let us have a drink and enjoy the ambience of this bar. I usually enjoy a cocktail or two before dinner." I emphasized the first syllable of the word 'cocktail' for his benefit, then giggled like a schoolgirl. I suppose that was what I was at that moment. It had been several years since I'd been intimate with a man other than my husband, and even more since I had had such an encounter without my husband also being present. John was indeed exciting me. I knew it was time to cross my own Rubicon. Allowing his hand to continue to stroke my thigh, and hoping it would journey still higher, beneath my loose boy shorts, I reached into his lap and gave his shaft a tight squeeze through the fabric of his pants. My god, but he was steel hard! "First, though, might we attend to a little business?" I asked, a lilting tone to my voice. Nerves? Come on, Erica, do it. Cross the point of no return. I removed the envelope from my purse and handed it to him. "My gynecology report," I explained, "Just so you know I am STD-free. Do you have a clean bill of health as well? I hate condoms." I batted my eyelashes like some ditzy flapper. ******************** I tapped my sports coat pocket and feigned surprise when I had no medical documents to provide. "Must have fallen out somewhere over Wheeling during the flight. I remember hitting a bump. " I shrugged. "Guess you'll just have to take a leap of faith. But I assure you I'm as pure as Kentucky Bluegrass." Erica smiled. Her grip tightened on my titanium rod even tighter. We both knew we were going to fuck all night and into tomorrow even if Dr. Marcus Welby wasn't going to show up. It wasn't selfish on my part, just something I hadn't thought of. I tried to segue back to the matters at hand. "So, the evening's in my hands, is it?" I raised my fingers on Erica's thigh and finally felt the silky texture of some kind of undergarment. The fact that I couldn't yet see it or know exactly what it was only added to the speculative eroticism. I eased the fabric to one side and slowly began to run one fingertip gently around the edges of her labia, tracing them, becoming familiar with her intimate shapes. Her pussy already bubbled with steamy froth, like an internal geyser spewing hot lava, soon to flow generously. "So is your sex, darling." I grabbed the seam of the lace and pulled it upward into her slit, and Erica jumped with a surprised jolt as the silk material met the humidity of her cunt. I called to the bartender, whose name badge I had noticed before he began his mission to make his shot glasses the cleanest in the south. "Jim, could you help us, please?" He was a young man of maybe twenty-five, dark close-cropped hair and a trim frame. Erica tried to maintain composure but I began to run my finger over the hard nub of her slit, and she trembled in desire, her body shaking in unmistakable bliss. Jim approached from behind the bar, and then stopped dead in his tracks. Even he was not used to watching a lady's cunt get so brazenly dissected before his own eyes. "Jim," I said matter-of-factly, snaking a second finger deep into Erica's sopping channel, reveling in her helplessness, taking full control of the situation. "My lovely lady friend tells me she craves a COCK-tail." Erica's wondrous chest heaved and flushed, and she gripped my arm with one hand to support herself, while her other palm cupped my balls. "I'm not quite ready to fuck her, Jim, at least not just yet. We have dinner reservations, you see." I glanced at my watch and then looked around the vacant bar. "So, do you think you could provide some of that famous Dixie hospitality and let Erica suck your cock behind the bar while I keep the look-out?" A glance down to the pole in Jim's black, tight pants provided his answer, despite the fact that he shuffled uneasily, blushing wildly himself. "I'd like that, sir, except, ummmm..." His eyes focused on the outer lobby, where guests ambled about, completely inattentive to the events transpiring mere yards away. I released my massage of Erica's saturated snatch, her vaginal muscles reluctantly unclenching and allowing the withdrawal of my invading digits, took her by the hand, patted her encouragingly on the ass, and whispered in her ear. "Suck his young, hard cock. I want to watch. I want to see what you will and will not do." Yes, it was a dare. Would she do it? ******************** The sensation of John's fingers filling my pussy had me on the edge of orgasm already. Damn, I was just that excited. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to take control and make me feel like a wanton, an object to be pleasured and to give pleasure. The hell with medical clearance. I knew I was going to fuck this man's brains out before the night was through. Yes, I said "fuck". We would not make love, oh no, nothing so tender and emotional. This night would be reserved for wild, animalistic sex, pure and simple... but not "un" adulterated, I giggled at my own mental pun. But when John made his suggestion to the bartender, my breath caught in my throat. As he removed his fingers and gave my rear a pat I realized this was some sort of challenge. His whispered words confirmed it. I smiled seductively at the young man standing dumbstruck before us, then winked at John. "Honey," I told the barkeep, "Don't worry about the customers. I don't think this will take long." I could see a bit of dampness on his pants, just at the tip of the prominent shaft trapped beneath the fabric. I walked towards the bar, an exaggerated swing of my hips as I knew both men were watching my ass as I did so. Jim followed me eagerly and took his place behind the bar while I sank to my knees. The excitement of possibly being seen had my sex dripping. I only half-hoped John would indeed provide a look out. I noticed he took a seat at the end of the bar, near the door and yet providing him with a clear view of what was happening behind the oaken bar. I reached up and unzipped Jim's pants as his hands went into my hair. "Be careful not to muss the hairdo, honey," I cooed as I reached in and, with some difficulty, freed his phallus from its confines. My, but he was large! I slowly started at the base of his penis and licked my way up the front until I arrived at the glistening drops of precum in his little slit. My tongue toyed with it as Jim let out a moan and his grip tightened on my head. His balls were still in his trousers and that needed to be corrected. I rose up on my heels and plopped the head of his cock into my mouth as my hands found his belt. Quickly undoing the buckle, then the button, his pants slid to the floor. I reached a hand under his shaft while softly sucking on just the head of his thick cock. My hand entered the fly of his boxers, found his scrotum and pulled it forward. I began to knead his balls gently as my head began to bob on his shaft. Mmmmm, he tasted so good! I tried to take him all in but he was a bit much for me to handle. Stopping about two-thirds of the way down his cock, I tightened the grip of my lips and began to suckle wetly. He moaned again, then forced my head to move up and down more rapidly than I had planned. Damn it, he was going to cum, just when I was beginning to get into it. These young men and their lack of control, I thought, as my head bobbed wetly up and down his big penis. Dilemma... where would he shoot? I certainly didn't want his semen to stain my jacket or skirt. Solution... I sucked faster as my hand began to stroke, fingers following lips up, then leading them back down, doing that little twist that men so seem to love. Jim, being a gentleman, tried to pull back. "I'm gonna cum," he warned. My free hand went to his tight little ass, holding him in my mouth. The first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat, followed rapidly by two more spurts. I swallowed as much as I could, then pulled off and spat the rest on the floor, milking his now softening rod, keeping it away from my clothes. Finally I released him, stood and gave him a kiss, the taste of his spunk still on my lips. "Thank you for the appetizer, honey," I drawled, conjuring up my voice from the past, "Looks like you have a mess there to clean up." I straightened my corset top, jacket, and skirt, walked around the bar swinging my hips and noticing the smiles on the face of a couple at the table nearest the bar, whom John had conveniently failed to alert us to their presence. Hooking my arm through John's , I asked, "Are you ready to eat now?" ******************** Duly impressed with both her sense of adventure and her cocksucking abilities, I gave Erica a sincere, gentlemanly compliment as we walked out. "An educated slut who loves to give public head. Very alluring indeed. Yes, let's eat, by all means." I wrapped my arm snugly against her waist as we exited the hotel, and threw down the gauntlet for yet another challenge. "And let's see how many cocks you can suck tonight, shall we?" Erica's face lit up in lustful glee. A competitive woman, too. How adorable. The short drive into town was uneventful as though the temptation to diddle Erica into finger-fucking heaven was hard to resist. This temporary celibacy was only serving to heighten the inevitable explosion of sexual desire as the evening progressed. Unbeknownst to Erica, the hostess happily accepted my generous tip to seat us in the somewhat secluded rear booth of the restaurant, and I sidled into the booth on the same side as Erica, planning to sample some delectable finger-food beneath the tablecloth throughout the course of the meal. For the next hour or so, various objects ranging from ice cubes to strawberries to shrimp scampi somehow, magically, found their way into Erica's humid gash. The careful digital exploration of a woman's pussy tells me exactly how to eat her, and then fuck her," I explained to Erica, refusing to heed her countless hushed requests to let her mercifully cum. Meeting Lady Blue Moon Ch. 01 The restaurant's bar was now slowly filling with students from nearby U of K, and there were quite a few buff boy-toys , as well as nubile young coeds, for Erica to next provide some of her oral majesty. "Pick one out," I implored, stuffing the boy shorts into her quim as she moaned. "And don't feel you have to limit yourself to cock. There is some tasty-looking young pussy in her, also." I nibbled on a slice of pineapple that had already been deeply wedged up her now-pulsing cunt and gently slapped her hands away each time she attempted to grope my dick, like a pony lazily swatting gnats with his tail. "Although, bonus points if you take two young men at once this time, in the unisex bathroom." Erica immediately began to scan the growing crowd eagerly. This was turning into the oral equivalent of a game of no-limit poker, and Erica had a big pile of chips. I added an incentive, not that she seemed to need one. "If you do, I'll see to it that you get double-penetrated later on. We'll find a nice older man, and he and I will ravage your holes. No more age bias. Young cocks get your mouth, mature dicks gets your pussy and ass. Deal?" I saw the uncertainly in Erica's eyes. Not panic, not yet, but I had taken her to the edge, and now it was time to pull her back. "Nah, just kiddin'." I rubbed her pussy again. It was still mercury-hot. "How 'bout you suck my dick on the way home, and then we'll go back to the hotel bar and you can pick out your second helping for the evening. Is that a better deal? You've more than proven to me both your cocksucking ability and courage! Now I think I want to be selfish and experience for myself." Erica's eyes blazed with lust and she unbuttoned another button on her jacket, her mouth-watering tits all but spilling out onto the table, as she again stuck her hot tongue in my mouth. Truth be told, I couldn't wait much longer to have her lips, all of them, wrapped around my dick. "Call for the check! I want that cock. Yours, this time. You're such a sexy bastard." ******************** Enough of the teasing, too, I thought. It was time to get what I wanted! As we got to the car and John gallantly opened the passenger door for me, I reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants as I rose up on tiptoes to lock my mouth to his. My breasts pressed firmly into his chest as our tongues dueled and I squeezed his impressive shaft through the fabric. Breaking off the kiss, I squatted before his groin, reached my hands up and unzipped his trousers. Though the back of my head blocked the view any passersby might have, I was treated to a wonderful view of what I had been craving for the past two hours. I pulled his rock hard penis through his fly and began to lick slowly from the base the the purplish, blood engorged head. He was as delicious as I had hoped. Pulling his scrotum free of his pants, my mouth parted to allow his shaft to slide in across my velvety tongue. Yum. I was in heaven. My head began to bob as my hand kneaded his balls. I took more and more of him in on each downstroke of my mouth, my vagina wet with anticipation. I could have continued like this, the taste of him was so arousing, but I needed more. My hand wrapped around the base of his cock as I led him to the front of the car, which was angled into the parking space with the nose near a bush row. Others in the parking lot would only get a view of John standing behind me as I stepped out of my boy shorts, hiked the back of my skirt up, and spread my front over the hood of the vehicle. "Fuck me here," I begged. "Fuck me now!" ******************** As Groucho Marx famously said, "Aah, the magic words!" I needed no further invitation and kicked my own trousers to the ground, the pants bunching around my ankles on the pavement, as I finally entered the promised land of Erica's sopping, married cunt. Erica's sodden pussy trembled and convulsed around my hard dick as I waived any pretense of entering her with caution or gentleness. When a woman is bent over the hood of your car with her skirt up around her navel in public, it's a pretty safe bet that she craves a hot, hard, rough, deep fucking. And I was more than happy to oblige her desires. Her cunt had been rising in temperature and humidity throughout the evening as I had digitally explored her folds, but now, as my cock found each private ridge of her intimate canals, her insides flamed like I had entered a churning inferno. I swore at that moment I could have pounded nails through a 2 by 4, my cock was that stiff, and it wasn't long before I felt the engorged tip of my cockhead bumping against the immovable wall of her cervix, signaling that we had reached the bottom of this vaginal well. Just to make sure, though, I assaulted Erica's swollen lips with even greater intensity, and her wails of ecstasy mixed with the slapping sounds of her big tits mashing against the hood of the vehicle, the noises echoing through the street, no doubt attracting the curiosity of anyone who happened to be within several blocks of this vigorous and brazen public fornication. As I grabbed a handful of Erica's auburn hair and tugged on it firmly, evoking another squeal of delight from this sexy vixen getting roughly and royally fucked like a hood ornament with a gaping cunt, I saw two figures approach us tentatively. I had a choice to make. release Erica and gather up our scattered wardrobes and make a hasty retreat. Or fuck her even harder and have a captive audience. It was an easy decision, really. As my heavy sack filled with the first indication of a massive, impending orgasm of my own, I recognized the figures walking towards us now, only feet away. One was the owner of the restaurant, a handsome man perhaps in his early fifties with more salt than pepper in his hair. The other was the chef who had come out to greet us during our meal, assuring everything was to our satisfaction. he was younger, maybe mid-thirties, tall, and had the countenance of a Spaniard, with dark, Mediterranean features. "Evening, gents," I said nonchalantly, as though I wasn't balls-deep in a hot redhead's pussy in the middle of their parking lot. "We're just enjoying some dessert. Care to join us?" But Erica, bless her slutty heart, was already on the same page, psychic as usual. She looked up and waved the men towards us with a wagging finger, and before one could say, 'Crepes Suzette', she had one hand wrapped around the chef's bulge, bracing herself on the car with the other hand as her lips tugged on the owner's zipper like a puppy attacking a chew-toy. "Oh yes, fuck me!" She moaned loudly. "All three of you. Fuck me!" ******************** TO BE CONTINUED. Meeting Lady Blue Moon Ch. 02 A continuation of the well-received first chapter. Lady Blue Moon and I exchange our respective narratives on this wild night, with its theme....just how far would married Erica go with strangers...? Suggest you may want to first read "Meeting Lady Blue Moon, Ch. 01" before picking up this second installment. Enjoy! ********* The two newcomers exchanged smiles as I made to release them from their pants. Now, dear reader, please know that I am not normally this wanton a slut as the story makes me out to be, but I had decided before making the trip that this weekend would be 'anything goes'. Needless to say, I certainly hadn't expected John to be so domineering nor so kinky. Perhaps I should have read more of his stories on Lit before making my decision. Now, though, with his thick cock filling my pussy ever so nicely, and his deep thrusts giving me the sexual satisfaction I had been craving all evening, I was going for broke. Unbuckling the chef's pants (thank goodness he no longer wore his apron!) I was rewarded with the view of a very nicely shaped and quite large penis. He was uncut, which has never been a favorite of mine, but my hand deftly lowered the foreskin to reveal a bulbous purple head. My thumb found the slit, slick with precum, and began to make circular motions along the front of his cock head. My other hand unzipped the owner's fly and I pulled forth a rather small but quite thick erection. I reached down and cupped his balls as I lowered my mouth onto his shaft. Mmmmm... he was deliciously salty. I must have been quite the sight, my breasts pressed against the hood of the car, body bent to the side sucking a cock while on my other side I was now stroking urgently, all the while having my pelvis banged into the car's grill as John continued to slam home. I felt my orgasm build rapidly to a release. Moaning, I switched my mouth to the cock on my left and took as much of it into my mouth as I was able, all the while stroking the restaurant owner's penis for all I was worth. This action was quickly rewarded by a warm, sticky discharge all over my hand and arm. As if on cue, the cock in my mouth twitched and, before I could remove it, short forth two quick spurts of salty semen. So enraptured was I by John's continual assault on my vagina, now accompanied by his fingers deftly manipulating my clitoris, I swallowed the chef's cum, spurt after spurt, as my second orgasm began. My vaginal muscles clenched and released, then clenched and released again on John's shaft as I shook from my latest climax. The two newcomers stepped back, their now flaccid penises still sticking through the flies of their undershorts and shot each other a victory salute. I gasped in disappointment as John pulled out of my sopping wet pussy. He had not yet cum. "Erica, you must learn to be patient," he told me as he zipped up his pants. "Gentlemen, I hope our tip was sufficient for the fine service and delicious meals we received tonight," he patted my naked ass as I lay drained on the hood of the car. "I do believe the lady especially enjoyed her dessert." ******************** Erica had corresponded with me, as well as the 'Lit' public, that she had an oral fetish. When she pulled my zipper down once more as we hopped into the car and began to suck on my still turgid member, dripping with her fresh juices, I needed no further convincing. "Four cocks sucked in one night," I teased her as I pushed her auburn hair down gently onto my cock as I drove us back to the Embassy Suites. "Quite a performance." Erica could only grunt her reply as her throat was encased around my dick, but she sucked on me even more urgently. I teased her some more, enjoying pushing her buttons. "It'd be quite a stretch to convince me that you're not a cock slut." She tried to raise her head to either repudiate or reinforce my comments, but a firm press on the back of her skull told her where her talents were currently needed. "No, stay right there, darlin', keep me hard, keep sucking my cock. Your mouth is magical." She squirmed just enough to extract her mouth from my dick, and through the dim illumination of the dashboard, I saw a slim strand of saliva hanging from her red lips to the tip of my dickhead. "Your cock is magical, John. You didn't tell me it was THIS good, damn." It took every ounce of self-control I could muster not to explode into her hot mouth as we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. Erica reluctantly raised her head as she realized we had reached our destination. It suddenly dawned on me that we hadn't even been into our room yet. The night was young, all kinds of possibilities awaited our journey into carnal recreation. We walked into the lobby, and though Erica had tried to gather her wardrobe into a presentable stage, she looked like a woman who had sucked a foursome of dick already tonight, and I had pulled her hair into a tangled ball that translated into 'freshly fucked' to any observers. And there were quite a few as we kissed while waiting for the glass elevator to make its descent. I tasted the scent of three different specimens of semen on her lips. "It's time for your reward. Call it just reciprocation," I whispered to her as the cab finally opened and we stumbled into the elevator, providing a full view to the spectators below. I knelt down and raised her skirt over her navel, revealing her pantiless and saturated pussy, turned her so that her tits mashed against the window as we rose, and lapped at her slit, tasting her sweetness on my twitching tongue for the first time. The fine city of Lexington had its own live oral sex revue unfolding as I reached back and pressed the 'stop' button between floors five and six. We remained suspended in the elevator for a good three or four minutes as I hungrily licked and sucked on Erica's swollen labia, ultimately bringing her off with a light pinch on her clit. From my vantage point between her spread legs, even from fifty feet above the lobby, I could see the bulges rising in the laps of four businessmen who gazed, mesmerized, as the beautiful redhead came hard on my face, in full view for all to see. We staggered out of the cab after I re-started the elevator, and heard the smattering of applause and catcalls of appreciation from below. As we reached our room, Erica kissed me passionately once more. Her kisses were simply sensational, I must admit. She looked into my eyes with a mixture of unabashed lust, but also with a twinkle of mirth. "You're a freak, John. This is so fucking hot. But I need to feel that big, thick dick in my cunt again." Room 612, we're home! ******************** Still buzzing from the orgasm in the elevator, I nearly dropped the keycard as I fumbled with the lock. Nothing short of feeling John's big cock deep inside me would satisfy the burning in my pussy. Closing the door behind us, I turned and locked my lips on his, my tongue darting into his mouth like a snake's as my hand deftly unzipped his fly and pulled his manhood free. Dropping to my knees, I hungrily attacked his erection, slurping loudly as I sucked the thick, purple head. John undid his belt and his pants dropped to the floor. Reluctantly releasing my lips, I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled down his shorts. His cock was magnificent, much bigger and thicker than my husband's I thought, guiltily. My hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and began to stroke, trying to milk some precum to the slit. Ah, there was a drop. I eagerly licked it up then rose to my feet. I stepped back, unzipped my dress, and let it fall to the floor. There I stood, in my corset and stockings, pantiless (where had I lost them, I wondered) the smell of my sex obvious to us both. I climbed onto the still-made bed on hands and knees as John removed his tie and shirt. I offered myself to him, pleading, "Fuck me hard, now. I need your cock!" ******************** Erica's position on the mattress gave me an unfettered view of both potential entry holes. I knew, and she knew that I would soon be ravaging both. Her pink puckered anus peered out from between her plump, delectable ass, seemingly winking at me as an invitation, but her asshole would have to wait. For now, at least. I placed my cockhead at the slit of her sopping pussy, her nectars now literally cascading down her thighs, and slapped the tip on her folds as she groaned. "Stop teasing me, you fucker," she wailed over her shoulder, grasping and flailing one arm behind ner back, seeking to grope my dick and guide it to the first target. I'd be something less than a gentleman if I didn't acquiesce to her wish at this point. So, in keeping with the customer service theme we had lived by all evening, I grabbed each hip firmly, aimed, and with one ferocious thrust, nearly served to split her saturated cunt in two. Erica shuddered and emitted an ear-piercing screamed at the very first penetration, so deep, impossibly so, my big dick snapping onto her cervix with a powerful, audible 'bang'. I pulled at that already tangled mane of auburn curls and tugged her head back roughly so I could growl into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you savagely, you fucking married slut." My heavy balls slammed against her ass cheeks, literally reddening them with each slap. "You want that, don't you, Sweet Erica, my beautiful whore? You need to get fucked like a captured animal, don't you?" My own sexual adrenalin had reached a frenzy, it was like some powerful carnal force had taken over my body. My cock felt harder and thicker than ever before. The cum that oozed out of her cunt, combined with her cries of orgasmic glee, gave me both the answer and more incentive. I rolled her over onto her back, and the lust-filled stare that she gave me, one of complete submission yet mixed with just a twinge of fearful anxiety, served to fuel me even more. I lifted her legs up to my shoulders, crossed them into a letter 'X' shape, and ravaged her pussy, filling it to the hilt and beyond, pounding her needy cunt mercilessly. Erica writhed and moaned and seemingly teetered on the edge of consciousness, her eyes rolling back into her head, her stomach heaving in one wave of orgasm after another. I took her ankles and gripped them tightly. Her eyes opened as slits in response to the sensation of my hands lifting her higher off the mattress. I pulled my angry cock out of her gash with a 'pop', and teasingly dangled it at the entrance of her most forbidden tunnel. "Now, you're going to get ass-fucked, married one. But only if you beg for it. Tell me what you want." ************ TO BE CONTINUED......