Anouk told me Petra’s BF raided her phone and discovered her weekend away with me and Anouk. They fought and Petra was not convinced she wanted to stay with him, but still not sure when/how to dump him. So she was going to tough it out for a while. That meant the weekend we had planned for when I was visiting their city was off, they would both be off-limits. Not too big a problem, because I visit the city regularly and have several other go-to’s, including a petite blonde named Emma, the girl Anouk told me was always hot for action.
Petra had left her watch and a necklace in the hotel room that I found when I checked out. The plan was that I’d give them back to her when we met for the weekend. When the plans cancelled, Anouk gave me Petra’s work email so I could set up a hand-off outside her BF’s view, and that I did. When I messaged Petra to let her know where I’d be and when, she responded by saying she could only run in to take the hand-off and then must immediately leave. The message was very short, but I understood why.
And when the time came I got a knock on my hotel room door – she’d arrived about 15 minutes early. Because she was early, her watch and necklace were still in my bag, so I asked her to come into the room while I got them out. She insisted on staying in the hotel hallway and not coming into the room, and the door shut when I walked away. It took just a minute to get the items and when I opened the door again, she stood there impatiently, with her hands out. Thinking this was rude, I held them back for a couple seconds and just looked her in the eyes, and then I said “Petra, I can’t believe how good you look and how fun it would be to fuck again!” And then I shut up and just stood there looking back at her.
She melted in front of me, a pained look on her face and I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the hotel room with the door automatically closing behind. I pressed her into the wall and gave her a soft kiss on the lips and then nibbled at her neck and in an instant she started kissing me back, saying she had to leave, yet we continued. When she wrapped her arms around my neck, I knew she was mine to have again, but I would need to be quick.
My hands had already started working at the snaps on that nice blue dress she’s worn before and soon it was unsnapped halfway down the front. As I unsnapped with one hand, I grabbed her left hand and guided it to my big hard cock, commanding her to begin stroking me. A minute later, I’d unsnapped her dress, pulled her black thong down around her ankles and freed my cock from inside my jeans. I was stroking her soft wet pussy, the same pussy that I beat up the last time we met and would be again in another minute or two. She was moaning under the excitement of the moment and the insistence of my fingers on and inside her pussy, at the same time stroking me with her soft hands and long fingers.
One last kiss and I spun her around to face the wall. I reached around to unsnap the bottom half of her dress, exposing her to the full-length mirror in the entry, pushing her face and tits against it. I told her to push her ass out back and lifted the dress. exposing her her ass and held it in place with one hand. With the other hand I guided the tip of my erection to her butthole and pushed, making her yelp out in a surprised cry before I redirected to her wet hungry slit. Ever so carefully I pushed in, then out, in and out with each push going deeper and releasing her juices onto my cock more and more.
With our bodies now synced I told her to tell me what she’d been missing. “Your big cock is what I’ve missed” and I asked why. “Because BF can’t make me happy that way, even though he thinks he can, he doesn’t.” What way I asked. “His dick. It’s smaller than yours. I want something bigger, like your cock” By how much? “There’s no comparison. Your dick is longer. thicker, stronger, even prettier.” Well hold on then, because here it comes, baby, brace yourself. And I pushed as far up and into her as possible, making her go limp for a second. I held her still and pushed again, this time to the hilt. I was deeper in her pussy than I’d been that weekend where I’d fucked her so many times.
And while I was dominating that tall slender frame, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, and twisting her nipples, she still pushed back against every thrust, moaning and grunting with each in/out. She told me to be gentle, to not mess her hair, cause BF was coming in 15 minutes to pick her up – she couldn’t look like the slut she was, like she’d just been fucked. That’s why she arrived early, that was all the time she had, and she knew she’d be fucked, even though she tried to resist. She knew she’d give it up to me, if even for just a quickie.
In just a few minutes she started shaking into an orgasm, and as she did, I told her to get on her knees because I was going to cum on her face and in her mouth. “NO!” she cried out. “No, please inside me, inside! There can’t be a mess” she said as I pumped my seed into that pussy, again holding her in place for a couple minutes to calm us both.
Petra reached down to pull up her panties, snap her dress and gather herself in the few minutes before BF arrived. I handed over the watch and necklace. She looked at me and said “I don’t want to leave, but I have to. This necklace is very special to me, keep it safe for me, that way I’ll always have reason to find you!”
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