Men Will Be Men (Short Story) [MF]

It had been a long day. Talking with people tired him, and his internal battery had run flat for the night. He quickly finished his modest night cap before resting the glass on his bedside. The hotel had a comfortable bed, and he immediately melted into the soft sheets.

A loud screech, filled with fear and helpless despair, suddenly came from the room next to him. Instinctively, he ran out, forgetting his slippers under the bed and pushed hard against the door which read ‘202’. Inside, a woman was sobbing, her face terrified and her clothes missing. Quickly switching his focus to the naked man in front, he tackled him down to the ground. “Are you alright?” He asked as the man beneath him struggled in his firm grip. “Yes…” she replied, “now that you’re here.” He had a moment to look into her emerald eyes, which glistened with tears that flowed down her rosy cheeks. Valiantly furious, he pummeled the molester’s head onto the ground before he could say anything.

With the assailant knocked cold on the ground, he reached for the phone to call the cops. But he was quickly stopped by the woman with a soft touch of her hand, and watched her shake her head. “Please,” she asked while trying to cover her bare breasts with her arms, “just get me out of here.”

There was a quaint motel about 30-minutes’ drive from where they had stayed. During the drive, he managed to introduce himself as ‘Mark’, to which the now clothed lady responded with ‘Jessica’. Mark opened the door that read ‘105’ and gently guided her to the modest bed. Everything went a bit too fast for Mark, as he was only dressed in a plain t-shirt along with his track pants, only able to bring his wallet and the car keys before heading out with her. If the attacker was still there when he went back, he’d decided to call the cops. As he was about to leave, Jessica hastily embraced him from behind. “S-stay with me, please,” she asked as he turned his head to see her watery eyes again.

He rested beside her, allowing a considerate distance between. The night was still dark, and the room became peacefully silent.

He was suddenly awakened with a kiss. The room had a stream of light coming from the slightly parted curtains, and he was immediately greeted with Jessica’s welcoming gaze. She straddled herself on top of him, and gently grinded along his bulge. Her long, blonde hair was loose and fell down to her bare nipples, which was visibly hard. She straightened her back, exposing her elegant hipline, before quietly sliding off his pants under her. He didn’t say anything, and simply continued to admire her light, smooth skin reflected by the blue moonlight. Her hand guided his tip into her slit. She was already wet. His shaft entered her with ease, and was wrapped around her warm, slippery walls. She kept her eyes on him, and he hers. His hand reached out for her tits, to which she responded with a soft moan and a slight arch of her back. She fucked him, enthusiastically, while leaning back and clawing herself into his legs behind her. The room was filled with the wet, slapping sounds of their raw flesh pleasuring each other. Within minutes his hands desperately held onto her waistline, and he pushed into her as he let go of everything he had into her.

As his shaft became smaller inside her, Jessica casually slid off him, with his cum leaking down her inner thighs. She approached him, planted a soft kiss on his cheek, and threw herself to the wardrobe next to the bed.

Then she started screaming. A loud screech, filled with fear and helpless despair. Within minutes the door was kicked down, his body slammed down towards the carpet with a dominating weight restraining his. “Are you alright?” The bulky man from the room next door asked as he checked the weeping victim near the bed. “Yes…now that you’re here.”

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