- Unforgettable moments in a cancelled plan – part 1
- Unforgettable moments in a cancelled plan – part 2
“Oh yeah!” She cried as I rubbed it hard and fast, “Fuck yeah, baby, let me come on that cock!”
I switched off to giving her longer, slower strokes and this time she didn’t complain as I worked her clit. Zoey’s eyes were half shut and her formerly fair skin was flushed with passion. She was sweating and her hair was sticking to her cheeks and shoulders. Her full lips were parted and I couldn’t believe how damn sexy she was.
That drove me to fuck her faster and taking her clit between my fingers I gave it a pinch.
“Oh god!” she cried out and throwing her head back howled like a goddamn animal as she came on my plunging dick.
“Oh fuck.” I groaned as her pussy convulsed around me, squeezing me with her wet heat.
Zoey’s beautiful eyes had rolled back and she was squirming on the table as she tugged on her tits and came hard all over me. Her back arched off the table and with a yelp she thrust her hips and another stream of hot fluid sprayed from her pussy and onto my stomach.
“Oh….god.” she moaned, letting herself relax on the table.
Not wanting to let up I put my arms behind her knees and leaning forward bent her legs until her feet were over her head and plowed into her. Zoey’s eyes bulged and she was yelping continuously as her ass came off the table and I shoved my cock even deeper than before.
“Oh…you…oh so…fucking deep!” she gasped between moans, “Marcus, oh, baby you…oh fuck!”
Her words were driving me wild and I was moaning myself as I drew near to my own orgasm.
“Oh, stop!” she sat up and pushed against my chest.
“What?” I gasped, shaking my own sweat from my eyes, “I…”
“Come on, baby you know you want this ass in the air for you!”
There was no disputing that logic and with a grin I slid my cock from her wet embrace and stood back. I expected her to get on her hands and knees on the table, but instead she slid off, turned and bent over it. Looking over her shoulder she wiggled her ass, “Come get it, baby. Claim your green eyed slut.”
Unable to help it, I bent over, spread her cheeks and shoved my tongue into her oozing slit. She giggled and worked her ass into my face. I took a minute to tongue her ass one more time, then grabbed her hips and thrust into her.
“That’s it!” she moaned, “Give it to me, fuck me the way you never fucked her!”
On that note…I reached out and grabbed the end of her long hair pulled on it.
“Oh, fuck I love it!” she cried, “Yank on it!”
I pulled harder causing her to have to rise up on her arms and as I slammed her I swung my other hand giving her a hard slap on her left cheek.
“Other one’s jealous!” she laughed.
I struck the other side then went back and forth giving her a few sharp slaps to each cheek; she moaned at each blow and was now thrusting back into me. I smiled at the sight of the red finger prints on her white ass and grabbing them, squeezed hard enough to get her to yelp, took a deep breath and fucked her with all the strength in my hips.
“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck me!” she yelped.
I shook my hair from my eyes and kept pounding away on her. She was so wet I could hear her pussy making squishing sounds as I slid out and shoved myself back in. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my temple and I was breathing like a bull. The muscles in my arms bulged as I fucked her harder and harder and my knees felt like they were ready to buckle.
In front of me Zoey was making an assortment of high pitched noises and had leaned back over the table, laying flat , her arms outstretched, fingers clutching the rail as I gave her the fucking of at least my lifetime, but something told me maybe not hers, but I was trying. I heard a pathetic whimpering noise and realized it was me as my balls tightened and my cock twitched as my tired body strained to come.
“Come on, baby!” Zoey moaned, “Show me how you can fuck! Give it to me the way that boring bitch could never handle! Fuck my pussy and come all over my fucking face!”
Those last words sent me over the edge, and after several more savage thrusts, I pulled my cock and like I had always fantasized about, squeezed it hoping she hadn’t just been talking to get me off.
But as she had all night, Zoey delivered. Dropping to her knees, she held her tits up and opened wide, waggled her tongue at me. I released my cock and cried out as the cum spurted out so hard it was painful.
That short sharp pain was forgotten as I watched that long stream of cum score a direct hit on her tongue. Zoey closed her mouth and pushed her tongue out sending cum drooling down her chin. As I stroked my cock sending several more impressive spurts onto her, she turned her head side by side, letting me paint her face with my sticky cream.
The cum oozed down her cheek and onto her tits and when my spent cock had no more, I let it go, then moaned when she took it into her mouth and sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed and she managed to wring a couple of more drops from me.
She kept sucking, and I squirmed as my head was a raw nerve. Pulling away from her I leaned heavily against the pool table trying to catch my breath.
“Holy…holy shit.” I breathed.
“Hmm-mm” she nodded, causing cum to splatter onto her tits and stomach.
She leaned back against the table, sliding her legs out in front of her. I slid down next to her and watched in disbelief as she continued to play. Licking cum from her lips, she lifted her tits and lowering her head licked as much cum from them as she could. Smacking her lips, she sighed.
“Damn, Marcus, what an idiot your wife was. You’re a hell of a fuck.”
“You’re pretty…” I laughed, “Christ, Zoey, girls didn’t fuck like that when I was in college.”
“Sure they did, but they had to keep it quiet, you know, wouldn’t want to be called a slut.” She shrugged, “Me, I’m all about a good time and fuck anyone that doesn’t like it, right?”
“That’s a good attitude,” I agreed and meant it. “Fuck what people think, if we’re happy the way we are that’s what matters.” I gave her a tired smile, “I lived the other way too long, tonight I decided to get back to me and…look what happened.” I paused and said “Thank you.”
I realized how dumb that sounded, but like she had all night, Zoey just laughed, “Hey I took one for the team. I’m a giver you know.”
“A fluffer too.” I laughed.
“Hmm, well hey, if the bar goes under, guess I can make some money, huh?” She gave a tired sigh and running her fingers through her hair stopped and frowned at the sticky ends of it. “The downside of a hair job”
“Well, um, you live upstairs, right?”
“Yup, going to run up and take a quick shower while I have a few minutes.”
“Few minutes?”
“Yeah, gotta open back up. My old man gets here early, he’ll be pissed I closed, he’ll want to know why.”
“You’re father?” I asked apprehensively.
She nodded and reached up, grabbed some napkins off the small table next to us and wiped at the cum on her tits and stomach.
“Daddy, get here at about eleven to help me close.”
“Shit, it’s a little after ten thirty!” I said looking at the clock over the bar.
“Yup, better get dressed quick, so I can run upstairs and clean up.” She grinned, “Can’t let him see me dressed like this.” She picked up her red dress, “Gotta get my jeans and sweatshirt on.”
“But those guys, Tate, they don’t say anything?”
“Nah, they know I’m a pretty young girl and my dad’s over protective, they look out for me, and they let me be me. Trust me if you came on like a creep I could have had your legs busted.”
“Good to know.”
She took a deep breath and stood, slid the dress back on. As she did I got one more chance to stare at her marvelous tits and gorgeous body. As I forced my protesting legs to get me into a standing position I wondered if there was a chance…
“So, uh what about the rest of the night?”