Sex Show Stories

I might as well as taken out an ad in the Shoppers’ Guide.

Sue called me at home! She looked my name up in the phone directory and called one evening. She was pretty careful in what she said, acting like it was an advising appointment. It was a little unnerving to be honest.

Nevertheless, I was at the appointed place at the appointed hour, my dick ready for action.

A small motel on the edge of town. A clean place, not busy at that hour of the day. It was essentially check in time, and Sue had done that already. I never asked what name she used, but those people probably didn’t know either of us nor speak the same language we would be screwing in. Okay, screwing is an international language but you get my point.

She looked like a business woman in the way she was dressed. Nice blue dress, high neck, hem just above the knee, sleeveless. Her bracelets and watch fitting loosely around her wrists. The make-up done perfectly, not a brunette hair out of place.

We managed to act professional or whatever. Not arouse suspicion. That’s part of this game anyway, right? Secret trysts, meetings and lovemaking sessions. Afterwards we’d go about our business as if we had never met. Oh maybe those awkward times when we saw each other somewhere and had to pretend not to know each other. After all, it wouldn’t be polite to say
“I think it was best when I pile-drivered your ass into the carpet, don’t you?”

So we got to the room, at the end of the parking lot of course, and she opened the door.
We stepped in and she set her purse down.

“Heels on or heels off?” she asked, indicating her footwear. How women can walk in those I don’t understand completely.

“What is it that you want?” I countered.

The sound of the zipper descending on her dress answered my question, silly as it may have been.

“Heels on,” I said, admiring the black lace bra and matching panties revealed to me.
My cock strained against my own zipper, begging to be released.

“What about some conversation, some romance leading up to-” I started.

“I want your cock balls deep in my pussy as soon as possible,” she said. “In fact I need it,” she said, stepping to me and stroking my hair.

I ran my hand along the contours of her side, turned the corner and groped her tasty ass.

“This place is quiet,” she said. “This time of day in the middle of the week especially. This could be our place on those days,” she continued.

“Your husband?” I asked.

“Selfish asshole. He can’t make me cum like you did Larry,” she replied, her hand finding the large bulge in my pants-and cupping it gently like she was handling a small bird.
Ironically my cock was a large bulldog straining at the leash. For her sweet meat treat.
“You made me cum so hard that day. So hard. I love that huge cock inside of me.”

Having had my questions answered, I proceeded to run my hands over all her surfaces. My lips followed a path starting with her red lips. They then found the spots on her perfumed neck, my tongue took a detour into her mouth and I heard myself say “I’m going to give you the fucking you deserve-are you ready?”
Her hands responded my unzipping me and pulling my bulldog forcefully into the open.

When my lips had finished with her neck they headed slowly to the shoulders to gently lift the bra straps off her shoulders. Beneath the makeup were tan lines from her bikini. I couldn’t smell the tropical tanning lotion but I remembered it fondly from the day on my raft.
Her hands ran slowly up and down my throbbing bulldog, embracing and encircling it. Her red nails tickling my cock with pleasure.
I kissed her chest and dropped my face between her breasts.
My hand unsnapped her bra and it fell away, her tits jiggling as it did.

I caught a nipple with my teeth and sucked on it.

“Oooh,” she cried. “I just gushed.”

Her panties showed a small wet spot.

“I like that, don’t stop” she said.

I didn’t stop, no worries there.

As my lips were caressing her firm nipples, my hands were removing her panties gently.
Her hands were unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning my pants and taking them down.

I grasped her firm ass and said “How do you want it, lady?”

She escaped my embrace and turned the bed down.

“Every way you can think of,” she smiled.

I smiled too because I had 2-3 ways in mind.

“First though, we need to get Mr. Cock just a little bit harder” she said, pushing me down onto the bed.

As she began to suck me off, I moved her into 69 position. Her pussy was soaked with juices and slightly perfumed. I didn’t care what it smelled like, it was sweet with flavor and I buried my face in it as she buried her face around my throbbing dick.
We continued for a few moments and then she was ready.

I threw her on her back and fucked her missionary style first. Her cunt closed around me softly. This pussy had been used, but until recently had been obviously neglected.

“Uh-huh, uh uh, u-huh” she groaned as I thrust into her moist pink zone again and again.

When I thought she had enough of that, I positioned her on top of me and slid her up and down on her private pleasure slide.

“Oh, that’s getting deeper, oh yes” she said.

Nice to know. I might want to use that information sometime.

When I felt her cunt start to tighten up, I stopped.

“What are you doing?” she demanded. “I want that and I want that now!”

I bent her over on her hands and knees and went in the backdoor of that sweet little pussy. Her butt cheeks slammed against my stomach as my bulldog found the treats at the end of her fuckhole.

“Ooooh, yes!” she cried as her butt quivered and the orgasm shook the bed.

We rested a moment.

“What next?” she was panting.

“Clean me off, Sue,” I said quietly.

“I’m your private slut,” she said, gently stroking my cock.

She lay me on my back and proceeded to lick all the cum off of my cock.
Sue did that really well.
My cock was rising again, and after 10 minutes of premiere quality head, I fired a thin load into her lips.

She hit the shower then. I waited 10 minutes for my turn. She didn’t care to continue in the shower for some reason. When I had my own shower and emerged, she was gone.
Just a note remained: same time next week?

I returned from my “nooner” to the regularly-scheduled activities for the day.

That night I iced down my tired cock.