Maybe it was anger, maybe hatred, frustration, or pent up lust, but we threw ourselves at each other. Our bodies wrapped around one another like vines on a tree, carelessly undressing one another. I rip her blouse open exposing her massive breasts, full bodied and pale, before groping them. She had her arms wrapped around my back, her nails digging into me like claws. I picked her up carrying her over to the bedroom as I placed my lips against the crook of her neck, hearing her sweet, soft moans as she gripped my head. I threw her down on the bed before pouncing on her like a beast on its prey. I wanted to drink every part of her in. That same scent of her perfume from the wedding emanated from her body as I mapped her curves out with my lips. Slowly making my way from her neck down to her tits, kissing and sucking on her nipples as I squeezed them together with my hands. Her moans start to echo throughout the hotel room, playing like a melody in my ears. I continued to travel down her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her breasts, her stomach, her hips. Until finally, I found myself facing her crotch. I slowly peeled her pyjama shorts down, revealing a freshly shaven, pink pussy; gushing with her fluids. I put my lips against her inner thighs, teasing her as I kissed and licked the area around her womanhood. Her moans became deep pants and loud cries, before she’d let out an “ohh fuck!” As I threw myself between her legs. I began to eat her vagina like a starved animal, kissing and sucking on her clit, inserting my tongue inside her and letting her juices flow onto it and drip down my beard. I pulled back and inserted a couple fingers inside her, pulling them in then out, caressing her g spot. I climbed back on top of her, smothering her moans with my lips as I continued to play her pussy like an instrument, strumming at her strings like a harp. “Is this better bitch?” I asked, inches away from her face, as she bit her lip and replied “mmhmm”. “Good.” I panted as i stood up. I dropped my sweat pants down to my ankles and stepped out of them, all while she stared at me with wide eyes. I climbed back on top, slowly inserting my manhood into her as she let out a loud gasp and held her breath. The first couple strokes were slow as I felt her squeeze my cock like a vice. But soon enough, it began to slip in and out with ease. I placed my hands around her neck as I swivelled my hips into her, reaching every part of her insides with smooth strokes. I began to pound into her, the room dancing with the sounds of my grunts and her yelps. She began to move with the motion, her hips fighting back against mine while her breasts bounced like mounds of water.
“Keep… going.. I’m … so close …”. She whispered to me as I made sweet love to her body. I leaned down and began to kiss her neck while still pummelling into her, one hand wrapped behind her forcing her back to arch while the other lifted her leg up. Her moans became louder and louder, before she let out a scream that could’ve been heard by Declan and Emily all the way back home. She laid back and started panting, catching her breath after our first round.
“See? I’m not the worst person to share a hotel room with” I said with a smile as my beard still glistened with her fluids.
Author: MozzarellaFirefox_
The unlikely plus one – part 3
The next morning, I receive a few frantic voice mails from Declan. It turns out there was something in the cake, and everyone who ate it has woken up with food poisoning. That is, everyone at the wedding apart from Anastasia and I. Given their current state, Declan and Emily aren’t able to go on their honeymoon and weren’t able to change their accomodation. Rather than let the tickets go to waste, they offered them to the only 2 guests who hadn’t gotten sick. That is, Anastasia and I. Despite how horrible a week with her sounds, a free trip to the Bahamas is something I could definitely go for. So, not wanting to be petty and refusing the gift, I opted to accept the tickets. Here’s hoping she declines and I have a hotel room to myself.
To my surprise, I receive a text from an unknown number. It was short and to the point. “Got your number from Emily. Be here at 9am Tuesday so we can catch the flight. DONT be late.” Well, there goes the idea of a nice relaxing week alone.
The unlikely plus one – part 2
It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m adding the finishing touches to my suit. I finish tying up my laces before fastening the top button of my shirt and tying a deep blue tie around my neck. I throw my suit jacket on, and place a few sprays of cologne around my body before taking a look in the mirror. I stand tall in a sleek black suit, my hair tied back and beard well groomed. “Here’s hoping I haven’t outdone Declan” I say laughing as I head out to pick up my “date”.
I find myself on the same set of steps I nervously walked up just a few days ago to knock on her door, but the nerves feel more akin to butterflies this time. Why the fuck do I feel this way? I guess she was popular at school for a reason, but that doesn’t excuse her rotten attitude. I knock on the door again, 3 loud knocks just like before. However, as the door opens this time, I am hit with a scent that can only be described as the gardens of heaven. Every flower known to man, intricately intertwined in an intoxicating concoction of pure bliss. The only thing to drag me back down to earth was the sight of who would walk out of that door. It was Anastasia, but not in any way that I had seen her before. Her clear skin shining like the sun itself, with a hint of rose on her cheeks. Dark black locks flow effortlessly on either side as she steps out in a dark olive dress that can barely contain her curves. Thin straps give way to a bare chest, with large buxom breasts stretching the satin fabric. The dress doesn’t just curve around her figure, it ebbs and flows, dancing between her relatively thin waist and wide hips. She was by no means a thin woman, but the protrusion of her chest and hips left her waist looking like a corset had been used to squeeze her together. Her plump lips part, adorned in a deep red colour, to say nothing more than “it’s 6:05. You’re late.” And just like that, the illusion is broken. “After you.” I say, leading her over to my car. From behind, the dress does little to hide the recoil in her ass with every step. I open the passenger door for her and help her in, before closing it and walking around to the front of the car. All I can think about as I walk around is the goddess who opened the door mere seconds ago. I try to find the words to describe her in my mind without being disrespectful, but fuck. She’s a sexy bitch.
The unlikely plus one – part 1 (enemies to lovers)
Please read my comment underneath for a little context behind this :)
I sat there looking at the text exchange between Declan and myself. The wedding invitation, the request for me to bring a partner for the photos, the list of attending women; of which I know none. Well, none, apart from one. The one girl I absolutely despise, the one who made my school life a living hell. The bitch queen herself. Anastasia (DUN DUN DUNNNN). “You actually want me to ask that bitch out?” I send in an angry text. Declan soon responds “look man, you’ll be doing me and Emily a huge favour. She’s Emily’s best friend and she doesn’t have a plus one either. She’s in the same boat as you really, doesn’t know anyone else there. Please, it would mean a lot.” I scoff at his text “yeah, can’t imagine why she has no one to take” I say out loud before throwing my phone down on the bed and pacing around the room. I soon pick it up again and reply “fine. But you owe me. What’s her address?”
“Her address? What for?”
“Look I’m not going to ask her to join me over text. She may not deserve it but it would be a bit rude not to ask her to her face.”
“Thank you so much Stefan! Emily will love you for this I promise, it’s [address here]”
“Yeah yeah, whatever. I’ll see you Sunday.”