Hotel Screamer

"Hey," I sympathized, hoping a softer voice might pull her back to earth, "it's ok. I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have brought you here. I like flirting with you and talking to you. I should've known this would happen, and I knew you had a boyfriend."

"Yeah, but he's not your boyfriend! And you didn't bring me here like I'm some dog crawling on a leash!"

I swallowed. "Hey," I said with a pause, "if we're trying to cool off right now, maybe don't make me think about pulling a leash on your neck."

Ellen blinked. "You're... into that, too?" Her eyes welled with excitement, but quickly crashed back down. "Why do you have to be such a dirty pervert?" Now her eyes were heavy with guilt, but at least there was a hint of a smile across her mouth.

"I don't know. Why do you have to smell so good?"

She whimpered, paused, and took a breath. "Let's cool it off, mister man."

"It's Mr. Swimmer, actually." I smirked.

She held my gaze and stuck forward her right hand. "Friends?" Ellen asked.

"Sure," I said, taking her hand with my own right. "Friends."

Ellen took a beat. Her eyes were trained on my fingers and up my arm. Maybe she could feel the remnants of her wetness on me. "You do have big hands," she said.

"And you know what they say about a man with big hands," I replied, an eyebrow raised.

"It's not true! I've fucked guys with bigger hands than yours who had perfectly normal dicks."

"Maybe you need more data." I swear I don't normally press the flirting this hard, or make it quite this sexual, but something about Ellen was like catnip to me.

"No more for me, thanks. We're friends, David. Just friends."

"Right, right." And she truly was right. And pretty cool to boot. I enjoyed hanging out with her at the bar and chatting about careers and friendships and the music we both liked. Friendship with her was undoubtedly a good thing. Not quite as good as bending her over, but don't look a gift horse in the mouth, right? No reason to mess that up just because my cock was still half-hard in my trousers. She has a boyfriend, I told myself. I respect that, and I respect her desires.

Ellen began to stand up from the hotel room couch but stopped on crooked knee and looked down at her shoes. "Fuck, did the strap break on this again?" She looked back at me. "I literally just took these to my cobbler." Ellen, who was now mostly vertical and only a few feet away from me, turned back to her shoe and bent at the waist to inspect it.

As she bent over, I saw something that sent blood howling through my dick. She must have forgotten, as I had until this moment, the state of her dress: still bunched at her waist, over her ass. Her big, round, delectable, bubbly, juicy ass. That same ass she'd teased me with when she left the pool. Except now it was fully on display, bare and luscious in my own private show. Her cunt shimmered between her legs. Her rear cheeks were so plush that I only could see a hint of her puckered asshole.

Now, before you read on, I know. She'd said to stop. She said she had a boyfriend. She wanted to be a good girl. A loyal girl. But her irresistible butt was mere feet from my face, and she smelled like she should be pregnant with my baby.

So I did the bad thing.

As if caught in a tractor beam, I moved to her. I fell to my knees, grabbed her thick ass, and spread her wide. Her pussy was perfectly pink and juicy. Her crinkled asshole was like a bullseye for my tongue.

"David!" She started. "What are--ooooh!" Ellen moaned. She hadn't tried to move away from my hands, and quickly my tongue was lapping up the length of her slit. Tasting her. "Ooh, fuck! Fuck, you eat pussy so good!"

I was devouring her. She tasted as good as she smelled, which was saying something. I couldn't stop. I dug my tongue between her folds, tasting her sloshing fuck channel.

"Oh fuuuuck!" Ellen squealed. She was wriggling her fat ass back against my face now, feeding me her sweet sex juices. And I was all too happy to feast on them. "Tongue-fuck my pussy, baby. Oh my god fucking eat meeee!" She moaned like a whore who'd been edging so she'd be hot as a firecracker for a dirty Tinder hookup.

My fingers burrowed into her round assflesh. My mind briefly drifted to the woman I'd heard getting plowed in the room next door. No way she tasted as good as Ellen. And she certainly didn't have a backside this thick and perfect.

"You're delicious," I gasped between air-starved pussy-eating.

"I've got the wettest pussy," Ellen moaned back. "I love sucking my vibrator after I cum on it. Love tasting myself on dick even more. Oooh, yes, lick me up!" Damn, this girl was nasty, and I was loving every second of it!

Eating Ellen's bent-over cunt from the back had her crinkled asshole at my eye level. I needed to taste her there, too.

So I did.

"Oooh, what are you doing to me?" Ellen whimpered as my tongue lavished her puckered hole.

"Like that?" I asked.

"It's--oh, fuuuck!" She was incoherent, unable to structure a response as my tongue punched its way up her ass. I couldn't stop rimming her, and my cock felt like it was going to punch a hole in the wool of my suit trousers. So, still grabbing a juicy ass cheek, still pushing the tip of my tongue all around Ellen's sexy asshole, I reached down and freed my cock from my trousers, pulling it above the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs. It was drenched with precum. My hand easily glided up and down my circumcised length as I gave this sexy woman the anal tongue-fucking of a lifetime.

Suddenly, Ellen jerked forward and turned around. She was looking down at me as I sat on my knees, my trousers open, my steel-hard cock in my hand.

"Your beard's all wet," she breathed softly, her big, brown eyes gazing down my body to where I was holding my member.

I stood. "Because you drenched me," I said. As she watched me, I slowly pumped my dick up and down. I loved seeing the glistening reflection in her eyes. "Your pussy is candy-sweet. I could fucking suck your clit for hours."

Ellen leaned into me and took my cock in her hand. "So big," she moaned. "Why is your dick huge?"

"Because your cunt and asshole taste so good." Her soft fingers felt like velvet sex on my meat.

At those words, Ellen sprang forward and kissed me. Mouth open and hungry. My tongue found hers, and we gnashed her cuntcream between us like our tongues were in a championship wrestling match. I reached for her ass and squeezed as we made out.

"No one's ever eaten my ass before," she confessed. I bit her neck. "Fuck." That was my thought exactly; her scent was too sexy.

"That's a fucking crime," I said between bites. I smacked her fat ass, watching over her shoulder as it jiggled invitingly. "With a body like this, you were made to be an anal whore."

"Oh my god," she groaned. Ellen grabbed my face and pulled me into her mouth again, kissing me deep. "That's so fucking dirty."

"You like dirty, don't you?" I growled. I bit her lip. She whimpered.

"I love it. I love it!" She repeated, more frantically the second time.

I pushed her backwards so her bare ass plopped onto the couch. She was sitting now, looking up at me. My cock was at her forehead level. I pointed it to her mouth and pressed it to her lips.

Ellen didn't resist for a second. She hoovered my cock into her mouth, immediately slurping me deep. Down to the start of her throat.

"Fuck, yes, slut! Suck my fucking dick!" I barked. I stroked a hand through her dark, silky hair as she did the despicable work of impaling her gullet on me, glugging nastily as the head of my dick slipped down her esophagus.

She drew back with a spitty pop and a pant. "Ooh," she whimpered, giving me a few more sloppy, deep sucks before spitting my dick out again, "I fucking love how your cock feels in my mouth."

I grabbed her by the hair and yanked so she was looking up at me. "Ow ow ow!" She yelped.

I leaned forward. "Say, 'I love how your cock feels in my mouth, Daddy.'" I hissed the final word.

"OK, just don't pull so hard. I'm sensitive." She pouted, almost childlike. It was heartwarming in a way. But her next words brought me back to the filthy hotel room fuck at hand: "I love how your giant fuckstick feels using my slutty mouth, Daddy," she offered nastily.

"Good girl," I complimented, grinning. "So why don't you slut it up good and really destroy your throat on this dick?" I pulled her hair, being careful to be more gentle this time, and brought her lips right against my cock. Dutifully, she gave it a smacking kiss.

"Yes, Daddy. Feed my slutty mouth your beautiful cock." God, this girl was driving me wild!

I pushed my meat forward and skewered her sexy mouth, feeling the delightful tightness of the opening to her throat. "Swallow that cock, bitch! Suck it like a good fucking whore." She complied, frenzied, ping-ponging her head up and down. I threw my head back, loving how voraciously she was guzzling my cock. "Fuck, baby," I grunted, "no one's ever throated my dick like this before."

She pulled back and smiled up at me. Her makeup had melted into raccoon eyes, her face a mess of thick drool. "You've never had a dirty bitch slut like me before, Daddy."

That was it. As much as I wanted to fuck her brains out--I was on fire for this woman--I also wanted to reward her for being such a sweet dirty talking slut. So I pushed her back on the couch, dropped between her legs, and scooped my arms up under her plush thighs. I licked her again, asshole to cunt.

Ellen was flailing and spreading herself for me. "Eat my asshole, Daddy! Lick my cunt! Suck my clit and make me cum. Please, Daddy! Please please please!" Only too happy to give her what she wanted, I stuffed two fingers up her pussy and hooked them and suctioned her clit between my lips. "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She wailed. As her body convulsed, as her cunt clenched my digits, I pushed a finger up her pulsing asshole. "FUUUUUCK!" She screamed at the anal penetration, cumming even harder. Her pussy was gushing thick cream. Greedily, I licked up every drop I could get.

She was still panting when I shot up and kissed her. She was mostly limp from her climax. Her tongue met mine, but she was largely passive, letting me force-feed her the fuckjuices of her massive orgasm. I moved forward and, with her reclined on the couch, properly fucked my dick down her throat.

"Swallow this nut, bitch. Swallow Daddy's cum. Fucking drink it." I commanded. She didn't fight. She let me use her mouth, veiny shaft pistoning down her throat. She gently started rubbing my balls, ever the complicit cumslut. That was it. "Take my seed!" I roared as I came. She pressed her face forward--I was balls deep in her gullet. Burning ropes of pleasure dashed out my cock and into her tummy. I heard her glug as she swallowed.It felt like I spewed gallons of fucksauce into her stomach, my balls already sore at the force of my orgasm.

Ellen didn't try to get my dick out of her throat until I was done cumming, and I certainly wasn't pulling away. I was too busy basking in the bliss of this sexy, doe-eyed slut princess massaging my spent, half-hard cock with her mouth.

When my cock dribbled out last dregs of semen, Ellen pulled her head away, letting her lips suction my shaft as she finally took her mouth back off me. The moment my cockhead exited her mouth, she looked up at me, bleary-eyed with ruined makeup, and stuck out her pink tongue, making the most luscious "Ah" gasping noise.

There wasn't a trace of white cum on that pretty tongue of hers. She'd taken it all.

"Oh. My God!" Ellen mewled, catching her breath. "How. How how how did we just do that!" She was clenching her fists and sat on the floor, on her knees. She looked dejected.

"I think we did excellently," I joked, trying to lighten the mood. I raised up my pants and started putting my cock away.

"I've never cheated before." She said plainly. Her eyes avoided me as she uttered this.I had no idea how to respond. I knelt down on the floor so I could be eye-level with her. I rested a hand on her forearm. This got her to look at me. Seeing her round face and big brown eyes, I admit, I was surprised to find myself still so attracted to her even right after cumming so hard. I often lose a bit of attraction once I'm done, but not this time.

"I told you I had a boyfriend. Why didn't you stop?" She asked.

"You were kissing and pawing me, too!" I declared. "Has any man ever been able to push you away when you got that close? You're way too sexy for that."

The compliment brought a semblance of a smile to Ellen's lips. "My boyfriend pushes me away plenty," she snarked. But her eyes were watering, and seemingly with new tears. Snark to hide sorrow. Woman after my own heart.

"Rejected people act out," I said. "And you're right: I didn't stop. You didn't, either, but I didn't. I'm sorry." She nodded meekly.

"Yeah," she ho-hummed. "Me too."

"If it's any consolation," I said, "that was very, very fun."

Ellen blinked at me. "It was incredible. I came like seventeen times." Wow, I thought. I had been trying to keep track--a man prides himself on bringing a woman pleasure--but I didn't count close to that high. "And I don't even swallow cum!" She spouted.

"Could've fooled me," I replied.

"I guess I didn't even really swallow your cum. You just shot it right down my throat. I could barely taste it. That's... hot."

"Hot?"

"Yeah."

"Because I made you take it? Because you didn't really have a choice?" My words came out so fast.

"Fuck," she sighed. Suddenly she flailed her arms upwards. "Why do you have to be so sexy when my fucking boyfriend is ignoring me?!" She exclaimed.

"You don't even know the half of it yet." I felt my cock wriggling back to life in my trousers.

"David," she sighed. "I'm going to go. Can... we be friends? Just friends?"

I smiled. "Sure. Of course. Friends." Still both kneeling, we leaned into each other for a chaste hug. Her dress was still ridden up. I could see her thick ass splatted wonderfully against the floor.

She started to stand, so I rose with her. When she was erect, she pushed her dress down. "No more free views for you, mister," she teased.

"How much to subscribe to your OnlyFans?" I shot back.

"More than you can afford! This pussy is pricy!"

I laughed. I showed her to the door. "Good night, Ellen," I said.

"Night," she smiled. She took a half-step, as if she would hug me again, but stepped back quickly and left. The hotel room door closed, and I was alone.

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning hornier than usual. I'm normally horny when I wake, but this was a bit ridiculous. The night before, after thoroughly using Ellen as a throat goat and blowing a huge wad in her mouth, I couldn't fall asleep for a while. I ended up stroking myself off. I could still smell her on my fingers, and I sniffed them incessantly as I fisted my cock to another orgasm.

And yet it seemed my body was demanding more. What is it about great sex and the loss of its immediacy that turns a person into a horny monster?

Normally I take a while to cum, but this morning I didn't. After maybe ten minutes, I was shooting off in tissues, imagining the screamer from next door rubbing her pussy, watching me bend over Ellen and use her rough from behind. In my mind, the girl from next door was cheering us on. "Shove that cock up her whore asshole, Daddy," the imagined screamer barked as I clapped Ellen's thick ass from the back.

"Yes, fucking use me up the ass. Make me an anal slut!" Imaginary Ellen begged. The moment I came, I envisioned Ellen screaming about how she could feel my load flooding her guts, pictured her cunt spraying squirt as we writhed in simultaneous orgasms. The screamer, I imagined, scurried over to taste the mess dribbling out of Ellen. When I pulled out, she fastened her mouth to Ellen's destroyed asshole to tongue the cum from there.

Damn, what a hot image. And one that wouldn't be happening. I sighed and got myself dressed.

It was Friday morning, and my London colleagues wouldn't need me until close to midday. I decided to go for a run along the Thames. It ended with a visit to a coffee shop associated with some world-famous barista.

When I returned to the hotel's marble lobby, I saw Ellen sitting on one of the couches. She was wearing athleisure clothes and had her laptop perched on her thighs.

"Hey," I said.

"Oh. Hi." She looked up over dark-rimmed glasses. I hadn't seen her in glasses before. I thought they flattered her.

"Working down here today?" I asked. What a dumb thing to say. Clearly, she was.

"Yeah," she replied curtly.

"Is... everything OK?"

"Yeah." She was looking at her laptop, not at me.

"OK." Curt-tit for curt-tat. "Have a good day."

I had turned to walk to the elevators when Ellen called, "Actually, wait." Now she was looking at me. "I... think it would be better if we didn't talk for a while."

I swallowed. "A while? Are either of us even in London for 'a while.'"

"Words words words with you. Sheesh!" Her face cracked a hint of amusement. "I mean," she buttoned up, "look. Obviously there's... something between us. But I want to make things work with Jay. He's a good guy. I shouldn't be having fun with some hot nerd behind my boyfriend's back. I can't. I'm not that kind of girl, David."

"So we can't be friends?"

"Maybe!" She chirped rapidly, as if unable to contain herself. "I don't know. I don't know if I can be good around you, OK? I took my vibrator into the bathroom last night after my boyfriend fell asleep. I couldn't stop thinking about what you did to me. My pussy is so sore. I don't even know how you'd ever fit your dick in me. How? How were you so good with just your fingers and mouth?"

A older couple walking through was glaring at us. Well, the woman was glaring. The man was smirking in a way that all but said, "Nice, bro!"

Ellen must have seen watching us being watched. "See?" She complained. "Look what you made me do! This is so embarrassing."

"Do?! I didn't make you do anything!"

"We're too toxic together," she said in a quieter tone. "Please. Just. Just let me figure out my shit without you. OK?"

"Fine." I spat. I took a breath, not liking my tone. "I'm sorry things are how they are." I turned to walk away.

"Yeah, me too." She said. But I didn't look back. I went upstairs, got showered and dressed, and headed into the London office. On my way out, Ellen wasn't in the lobby anymore.

* * * * *

I was pissed off for the rest of the day. Toxic? Toxic?! I'm not toxic. Bitch drops some social media buzzwords because she regrets the very consensual encounter we had in my hotel room. Fuck her boyfriend. If they were solid, she wouldn't have been keeping her buzz rolling at my minibar or cumming her brains out on my fingers!

I channeled my smug indignation into my work. I got aggressive in the day's negotiations--too much stick, hardly any carrot. My colleagues were irked afterwards, but thirty minutes later we got word that we'd been successful. The deal would be closing.

"I guess you Brits really do need a monarch to ride roughshod over you," I quipped as we broke out some celebratory office scotch.

"It takes two to tango, Sutton," the more senior of my colleagues said. "I would never have taken Heston to be so submissive," he continued, referring to one of our counterparties," but it would seem you found an energy to which he was receptive."

"To the tango, then." We clinked glasses.

* * * * *

I was reasonably tipsy when I got back to the hotel that night. I don't think of the English as so European in their drinking--Germans regularly drink me under the table--but keeping pace with my colleagues had me more inebriated than I would care to admit. Walking through the marble hotel lobby, I practically hydroplaned in my leather-soled shoes. Luckily I stopped myself with a sharp jerk of lower core before I ended up falling on my ass. "Ngh," I winced. At least I made it up to my room without a bruised coccyx.