Mike

He growled and slapped my ass. It hurt. He kept fucking. He growled again and had to grip my hips in both hands. He slammed into me in a final short burst and I could feel his cock empty into me again.

When he released my ass he nearly tossed me from the bed. Mother Fucking Mike was a beast.

He collapsed back in his chair. I lay across the bed, my sore pussy spread wide in search of air. It was hot in the shitty little room.

"Beer." I said. Gasping for breath. He brought it to me. He sat on the edge of the bed. I drank it quickly.

I am a woman who has taken plenty of lovers in my time. That is a polite way of saying I'm a slut. My David is a compassionate and caring lover. I wouldn't have it any other way. That isn't to say that there isn't a place for a man who fucks like an animal. It can be good - it can be bad. Honestly older men are better lovers in general but seldom are still in the kind of physical condition to leave you aching on the bed of a forty-dollar a night hotel room. Mike was fucking impressive and I had a pretty good idea that he wasn't done with me yet either.

"Fuck." I said looking up at him. "I need a shower."

"You don't need nuthin'." He said. "You are the hottest little piece of ass I have seen in ten years. I can't tell you how bad I've wanted to sneak you back into one of the empty holding cells.

"Awe. That's sweet." I told him, only slightly sarcastically. For a man like Mike, that was him being sweet. "You could take a shower too." I told him.

"We gonna be around that long?" he asked.

"Do you have anywhere else to be?" I asked him. His flaccid dick was right there, I figured why the hell not. I craned my neck until I could get my mouth around him. Not yet erect I fit the whole stinky smelly cummy cunty dick easily. He groaned and he twitched.

I don't suck dirty cocks. I don't fuck in nasty hotels rooms either. I think I mentioned, I am shit for following rules. When he took a full fistful of my hair in his bear paw of a hand I realized it didn't matter what my rules were.

I didn't so much as suck him off as he fucked my face.

I took it. There was no way I was letting him get the better of me. I took that dick all the way in the back of my throat.

He didn't come much but there was a little. It was sticky and salty and I gagged on it. It was dripping on down my chin when he, again done with me. Tossed me aside.

"I'll get more beer he said. Pulling his jeans back on."

"Get food." I said, a sweaty fuck toy of a mess lying across the bed. I spread my legs for him as he stood dressing by the door. Before he left I fingered myself for his benefit. He smiled for me as he left.

I turned on the shower, it moaned from lack of use but when the water finally came it was clean and cold. I let it run hoping to warm up.

I called David.

"Having fun? I didn't expect to hear from you. Everything okay?"

"All is well." I told him. "Tina needs to take both Jerseys tonight."

"I'm glad you called. I never would have checked. You going to make the game tonight."

"Definitely." I said. I was having a good time but it didn't mean I was going to miss a playoff game.

"Good deal. Tell me everything later."

"You are a dirty little cuckold, aren't you?"

"I'll tell you about breakfast." He said.

"Not again." I asked teasingly. Our neighbors had hit on us a few weeks ago and we had played along. Now the little slut liked to wander over in the mornings and give David a little something before he went to work. It was getting excessive.

The bathroom had steamed up, the water was nice and hot, and it was going to hurt when it hit my sunburn.

"I gotta go. Love you." I said.

"Love you too." He said.

When I got out of the shower, Mike was waiting. We switched places and I lay on the bed naked. I ate a cheeseburger. I skipped the fries. The beer was cold. When the water turned off I had rallied. I assumed my position. I was in the middle of the bed. My legs were spread. He greeted me with a smile and the start of an erection

"You eat it as good as you fuck it." I asked him.

"Shh." He said again.

"Make me," I dared him. "We still have a couple of hours." I split my lips with my fingers and purred when he nestled himself between my legs. "That's good." I encouraged him. "Just like that." I purred. "Just until little Mike is ready to go again."

"Shh." He tried shushing me again. It was going to be a good afternoon.