Just Add Alcohol Ch. 04

But Gary impeded her progress. He reached up and took hold of her shoulders, pulling her down toward him so that she was lying against his chest, her tanned and toned arms spread to her sides, bracing herself.

Gary reached around the nasty housewife and cupped her slippery tits, his fingers dancing across her thickened nipples, pausing to grasp them between thumb and forefinger, twisting. His continued bucking into her battered asshole kept her bouncing on his lap while he abused her nipples. Her legs involuntarily pulled up and her dainty feet bobbed in the air in time with his thrusts.

He released one of her raw nipples and slowly slid a hand down her taut, sweaty stomach. Consciously avoiding her clit, Gary lightly ran his fingers across the flesh of one trembling thigh, then another. His fingers lightly brushed over the flesh at the crease formed by her legs and pelvis before circling her dripping cunt.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered, goose bumps popping across her tanned skin.

Gary dipped his fingers below her cunt, tickling her perineum, and Kim bucked at the sensation.

"Pllleeeaaassseee," she whimpered. "Please play . . . with my . . . cunt."

He slowly traced a line from her sweaty perineum to her clit, dragging two fingers through the furrow of her bald cunt lips. His fingers slid across the engorge clit and Kim gasped and convulsed.

"Yyyeeesss," she hissed, a trapped nipple throbbing in Gary's clenching fingers. "Rub . . . my . . . clit."

Gary applied considerable pressure to her clit and manipulated it in quick tight circles, causing Kim to jerk and quiver on his lap, his cock still lodged deep in her not-for-my-husband asshole.

"Cum for me, whore," he whispered in her ear, the speed of his fingers increasing as they flashed across her bald cunt. "Squirt your nasty cum all over the room."

Kim's head fell back against Gary's shoulder, lolling back and forth, her damp dirty blonde tresses matting against his chest as he taunted her.

"You know why I call you whore?" he breathed, twisting hard on her raw nipple.

"Aaahhh," she squealed at the pressure before responding breathlessly. "Un-uh."

"'Cause you've . . . got a stranger's . . . cock . . . slamming into your asshole . . . and a wedding ring . . . on your finger." Gary increased the pressure his fingers were applying to Kim's abused clit as he reminded her of her marital status.

"Ooohhh," she whimpered, both from the cuntal stimulation and having her adulterous nature dragged before her.

"You are a filthy . . . little . . . fuckhole," he continued, his fingers a blur against her bald cunt lips and scorching, blood-engorged bud.

Above him, Kim's eyes screwed shut against the exquisite ecstasy that coursed through her body. As Gary's thick fingers sped across her distended clit, blood thundered in her ears.

"Great example . . . for your . . . daughters," she barely heard, her cunt lips contracting violently, searching for something thick and concrete to squeeze down on. "A little . . . married . . . butt whore."

Her nerves frayed, Kim jerked upon the young man's lap, his cock pulsing in her ass.

Then her little, sweaty body went rigid, her lungs contracted and her filthy mouth went silent. But just for a moment.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!," she wailed, her dainty feet slamming down to the mattress, her back arching and pulling her impaled ass almost off Gary's invading cock. Her thick nipples throbbed and a thick stream of cum jetted from her stretched cunt lips.

It arched from between her wide-splayed legs before splashing down to the bare mattress. A second then a third and finally a fourth torrent gushed from her cunt, each one weaker than the one preceding it, saturating the hotel mattress.

Spent but still quaking, Kim rolled off the young man, falling to her back next to him. Perspiration glistened across the tanned, taut flesh of her stomach. Her massive tits wobbled on her trim torso, her thick nipples alive, throbbing in the cool air. The smooth skin of her thighs gleamed with her female ejaculate.

Before she could catch her breath, Gary followed her, kicking a leg over her slim torso and straddling her. His thick cock rested against her heaving breastbone, the large, spongy head corking the bottom of her immense cleavage.

"I wanna fuck these tits again, slut," he breathed, moving up, the fat shaft sliding against her sweaty flesh. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock head, adding lubrication to his efforts. "You gonna let me fuck your husband's fat tits?" he taunted.

"Oh, gawd," she moaned, her eyes hooding over. "Fuck 'em."

Gary leaned over the prone housewife, bracing himself with his hands at either side of her head. His shaft buried itself in her considerable cleavage before his progress was impeded, his thighs bumping against the soft bottoms of her substantial tits.

He reached for her thickened nipples, grasping them between his thumbs and forefingers. After ensuring that he had a good grip on the obscenely distended teats, he pulled them inward, trying to wrap her titflesh around his shaft.

Below him, Kim winced in the excruciating pressure that was being applied to her sore nipples.

Seeing her pain, Gary released her from his grasp and licked his fingers, soothing the aching nipples with his saliva. He then tapped her hands, coaxing her into action.

Kim slid her long, elegant fingers from her shoulders down to her soft tits, placing her splayed fingers against the outer reaches of her titflesh, pushing the supple globes together.

He pulled his hips back, his thick cock retreating down through the cavern formed by her molded tits. He savagely pushed back up – "Uugghh!" – but his cock popped from the hot, sweating cleavage.

Kim laughed lightly but slid her manicured fingers up her swollen tits, lacing her fingers together, trapping the young cock between her giant tits. She lifted her head, burying her chin in her chest, and spit a wad of saliva at the head of Gary's cock.

"How's that, you tittyfucker?" she whispered.

He moaned at her nasty behavior and pushed forward. The flesh of Kim's tightly packed tits caught his own, pulling it back as he thrust toward her face. The spongy, mushroom head of his cock bumped against the soft underside of her chin and she groaned deep in her throat.

Gary's eyes floated down to his cock buried in the older woman's chest. The soft, tan-lined flesh was squeezed tightly around his thick shaft. Her long, slender fingers were locked together. When he pulled his cock back down through the overheated but well-lubricated tunnel, her manicured nails hovering over his flesh, the backside of Kim's engagement and wedding rings scraped along his flesh. They caught on the veins of his shaft and the light from the living area hit the multiple facets of the three-karat rock.

The diamond sparkled in his eyes before they rolled into the back of his skull, the image searing itself into his brain for evermore.

Spurred on by the debauchery of this married woman – whose name he still did not know – Gary slammed his cock up and down through her yielding tits. Kim arched her back slightly, sending her breastbone crashing into the sensitive underside of his cock.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. Sperm churned in his balls and his thrusting became erratic. His body jerked uncontrollably. He pulled back and thrust into the cheating whore's tits one more time.

Cum flew from his cock and splashed against the underside of Kim's jaw. A second stream of cum roped from his cock, leaving a thick elastic string of sperm stretching from her chin to one of her heaving tits.

Kim released her tits from around his cock and wrapped her left hand around his trembling shaft, jerking it viciously. "Cum for me, boy," she hissed, looking up at the twisted expression that served as a mask on Gary's face.

Fucking his thick cock into her fist, Gary's eyes eased open at her words. They focused on the tanned, slender fingers gripping his shaft, the diamonds of her engagement and wedding rings sparkling with each thrust. "Oh, fuck . . . You are . . . so . . . fuckin' . . . filthy," he grunted.

Another rope of sperm gushed from the tip of his cock, splashing against her lightly made-up cheek.

"C'mon you bastard! Cum all over me!"

"Oh . . . gawd," he managed, his hips jerking against Kim's fist, feeling the cool platinum of her wedding band on his overheated cock flesh. A fourth surge of cum shot from his convulsing balls, plastering her chin, lips and nose in the white, pearlescent fluid.

"There you go," the adulterous woman growled. "Cum all over my face . . . all over my married . . . whore . . . face!"

Gary's cock jerked and quaked on Kim's tightly clenched fist a final time. A thick glob of sperm oozed from its tip and dripped down her slender fingers, whitewashing her cherry-red nails. Her grip on him slackened and she slid her fist down the base of his cock, coaxing the last of his sperm from him. The diamonds of her engagement and wedding rings were coated in a dull milky sheen.

Above her, Gary's body heaved, his breath still short, and his arms collapsed. He rolled off the cum-saturated housewife and sprawled on his back. The two lay side by side on the bare mattress, his face and chest slick with sweat, hers with sticky, chlorine-scented cum.

When Gary's breathing returned to normal, he kicked his legs over the side of the bed and sauntered out to the living area. He returned a few minutes later fully dressed, just poking his head in the doorway.

"Thanks for the fuck, whore," he offered.

His gratitude went unheard, however. He knew this as Kim's soft snores fell upon his ears.

* * *

Chris approached the doorway to the bedroom and stood just outside it. The woman's snores were unmistakable – alcohol induced – and her legs were slightly spread. Her ass cheeks, inner thighs and hairless vagina were caked with a white, flaky substance – undoubtedly dried cum. His eyes roamed up her taut back to the arms stretched out to her sides. The diamond rings sparkled in a stream of light that penetrated from a gap between the bedroom curtains.

Chris retreated from the doorway. Hotel protocol prohibited him from remaining in the room once he determined that the guest was female. He needed to summon a female manager to take care of this. In the living room, he lifted the telephone and dialed the front desk.

"Billy? This is Chris. I need a little help. I'm in Room 834 and I've got a woman passed out up here . . . yeah, another one of those . . . please track down Keri and send her up here. Tell her I'll be waiting in the hall for her . . . thanks, Billy."

Chris set the phone in the cradle, took a last look at Mrs. Kimberly Cannon. 'Fuckin' whores,' he thought. 'I should start calling their husbands.' He turned and exited the room.