Daddy's Office

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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.

I fell forward onto the bedspread, feeling the ripples of the impact in the mattress. My head was spinning. Fuck. I knew I'd be hungover in the morning. And I knew hangovers made my body stiff and horny.

This in turn caused me to think about Ellen. Ellen who threw her fat ass back in my face when I tongue-fucked her pussy and asshole from behind. The same Ellen who, despite having a boyfriend, came her brains out with me and rewarded me by eagerly throating my cock until I spilled my seed directly into her tummy. And she had the audacity to call me toxic!

My boozed-up brain was replying how her asshole felt against my tongue, how sweet her pussy smelled as I devoured her soft body, when I heard it through the walls again. "Fuck my throat!" A woman yelled, sounding . . . frustrated? "No, really fuck my throat. Treat me like a slut!"

Ugh, not now, I thought. I needed to sleep.

"Fine, then bend me over and fuck me!" She shouted. Great, I lamented. I'm drunk and pissed off, and that little blonde next door is yelling shit I want Ellen yelling at me.

Then I heard silence. Had the guy refused her? That made me chuckle. I guess Ellen wasn't the only woman whose man was turning her down for sex. Serves this hussy right for shrieking when there are other people—

"Yes, right there!" I rolled my eyes at the sudden yelp. "Yes, Jack, fuck me!" Now I could hear their bed creaking. "Harder! Make me your bitch!"

I know I should be happy overhearing that little blonde begging to get wrecked. I could've even enjoyed perving out on it like I had the first night I arrived. But I was feeling smug and jilted. If I didn't get to have fun in this hotel, I didn't want anyone else having fun, either.

My bile sobered me up. I needed out of there, so where better than the hotel bar? I headed downstairs and sat myself in a leather armchair in the guests-only section. A live pianist was playing, and I let the music wash over me. It was some Chopin etude, ethereal and timeless. That and the house dirty martini (celery brined with the olives) felt like they were cleansing the grime out of me.

After I'm not sure how long—the piano had turned to a jazzy Brubeck by this time—I heard a English woman's voice ask me, "How has your stay been so far, Mr. Sutton?" When I looked up, I saw the buxom redhead who had checked me into the hotel.

"Oh, a mixed bag, Miss—sorry, what is your name?"

"Carol, sir. And I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything wrong with your room? We like to make sure our guests feel taken care of." She wore a smile of service.

"It's not the hotel," I assured her. Though I bet you could take care of me well, I thought as I gazed up at Carol. She was in her late 30s or early 40s, and her massive breasts were pushing out her work blouse invitingly. Tapered waist and full hips pressing out a pencil skirt. She had one of those curvy mom bods that screamed fertility. "It's mostly this darned business trip," I continued.

"You must do fascinating work for them to bring you all the way from America, sir," Carol soothed. Was she flirting? Or was this just business class English hospitality? Buzzed from the booze, I decided to test it.

"I could tell you all about it over a drink, but I'd much rather learn about you."

Carol smiled. "I would be happy to tell you anything you would like to hear, sir." The shimmer in her blue eyes and the slight lilt she gave to the word "sir" had me thinking she really would say anything I wanted. "But I'm sorry," she continued, letting her eyes scan the bar. "My shift is over, but we really can't be seen fraternizing with guests."

"And what if we fraternized without being seen, Carol?" I held aggressive lust in my eyes. No doubt she could see it.

She bit her lower lip. "Then I think that would be most fine, sir."

I stood, with my martini glass, and put my hand on the small of Carol’s back. “Come with me.” She shuddered and nodded.

On the way out, I told the maître d' my room number so they could charge the drink. "Yes, it has been a reasonably good stay so far," I said to Carol. My hand was off here then. She turned her head to me and mouthed “thank you,” grateful for the cover story I was giving her.

"You can call me David, by the way," I told her when we reached the elevator bank.

"I'd . . . rather call you Sir." She said with a pout. "If that's OK with you."

My cock was stirring and I was grinning like a wolf. "More than OK," I said. I took a step towards her but she held up her palm to stop me. "Not here. Cameras." She shrugged her right shoulder gently, indicating a domed black lens.

As we got out of the elevator and walked down the hall, Carol glanced around nervously, as if a coworker might spot her. But the hall was empty. We didn't speak until we reached my door. I opened it, grabbed her by her ass—nice and cushy—and pulled her inside into me.

"Oh! Sir!" She yelped with surprise as the door slammed shut. Her lilac-scented perfume intoxicated me, as did groping her body. I hiked her skirt up and felt her stocking-covered ass, plush and yielding in my grasp. I gazed into her eyes hungrily. "I don't normally do things like this," she demurred.

"Like what?" I asked playfully. Pawing at her, I started kissing her neck.

"Like going into—oh—oooh, Sir," she moaned. So I bit her neck gently. "Oh, yes!" She grabbed my head, pulling me into her.

"Does someone like being hurt?" I teased. I smacked her ass, making her moan.

"I do," she confessed. So bit harder. Lower. Right where her neck meets her shoulder. "Yesss!" She hissed with delight. "I just knew you'd know how to touch me. I could tell."

I grabbed her chin and pulled her face to mine. "You don't know the half of it, you pretty bitch," I growled. I kissed her hard. She tasted nice—like she'd brushed her teeth before she'd met me in the bar. As if that would make it or break it for a horny businessman. I could taste the liquor on me. I loved that my drinking was violating her cleanliness.

I wrapped my hand in Carol’s shiny red hair and dragged her over to the bed, past the couch where I'd devoured Ellen. She complied and followed, her body shuddering with eagerness and desire. I threw her down so she was bent over, still standing, palms against the mattress. The room was dark, but the light from the window was enough for me to see her pale, round butt through her stockings. I gave it a smack.

"Oh!” She moaned at the sting. Wiggling her backside for more. So I hit her again. Harder. “Oh, yes!” At that, I hit her again. “Ngh, thank you, Sir,” she cooed.

"Is someone a dirty painslut?" I smacked her five more times, altering my blows between each of her fleshy asscheeks.

"I am, Sir!" She agreed submissively.

"Tell me," I hissed, yanking her red locks before gifting her behind another blow.

"I'm a dirty painslut, Sir. Please hurt me." My fingertips gently traced her stocking-covered bottom, my other hand still claiming her by the hair.

"Beg better. Beg like a nasty bitch."

"Bruise my arse, Sir! Mark it up like you own me!" So I hit her several more times, harder than before. "Fuck!" Her swearing was music to my ears—that posh accent deigning to riddle itself with coarseness.

I pulled her hair to turn her head so she had to look at me, her eyes agog with hot anticipation. "You are OK with marks, yes?" I asked, wanting to confirm.

She blinked. "You can mark my arse. I want you to. Just not my neck or too high up on my tits. I'm picking up my daughter from my ex on Sunday, and the last thing I need is for that bastard to pick a fight over sex bruises."

"And you'll let me know if I go too hard?"

"Yes. Stoplight safewords, Sir. You can hurt me. I’ll let you know if it’s too much."

“Green, yellow, red,” I grinned. She nodded. This woman knew what she wanted and, more importantly, how to let me know what she didn’t want. That was freeing. It meant I could go to town.

"Then I'm going to have fun abusing this slutty mommy body."

She shuddered. "That's so hot," she whimpered.

"You like being a dirty mommy who gets wrecked by strange men in hotel rooms?" I growled in her ear.

“Yes, Sir, I love being degraded for being a whore mommy who gets wrecked when she can. Please degrade me.” I reached over her buxom form and ripped her stockings at the seams, freeing her ass and thighs. "Sir!" Carol whimpered with delight. I reached and felt her exposed lower body. I could feel her pussy—no panties under the stockings. I felt sparse, trimmed pubic hair, no doubt as red as that lovely mane she sported.

Standing over her, my hand on the back of Carol’s neck, I jammed two fingers right up her drooling cunt.

"You're fucking soaked ," I sneered, loving how ready her body was to be used.

"Oh!” She grunted nastily. “You—fuck—you made me that way, Sir!”

"By abusing your slutty body, bitch?" I spanked her ass, my palm finding bare skin now that her stockings were destroyed, and felt the warmth of her flesh as my hand impacted her.

"Yes! Fuck!" I hit her again, and again, swapping blows between her left and right cheek. "I love being hurt! Love when a real man like you abuses me. Oooh, fuck, your fingers feel so good!"

I slowly finger-fucked her fat little twat as I beat her undulating ass. Resounding smacks to her bottom made my ears ring—she’d be bruised up for sure. I reached under her and pulled up her blouse, being careful not to damage the silky material of her work uniform. (Stockings felt replaceable. Not so much shirts.) I needed at those breasts. When I felt her up, I realized her tits were even larger than I’d suspected. And surprisingly firm for her size at that. I tweaked a nipple as I finger-fucked her submissively bent-over body.

"Fuck!" She yelped.

"Like having your tits mauled while you get your slutty cunt opened up?"

"Hurt my big mommy tits, Sir!" She snapped. So I twisted her other nipple and prodded a cuntjuiced finger against her asshole. “Oh! That’s my arse, Sir!”

“Aww,” I voiced mock-concern, “does this little painslut think she can get away without her ass being used?”

“It’s—ooh, Sir,” she whimpered as my fingertip traced her puckering rear hole. I felt the muscle relax, and I sank the tip right in. “Ooo,” she exhaled. “I haven’t had it up my arse . . .  in so long. I never—fuck—let my ex do me there.”

I pulled her beautiful red hair and looked her right in her baby blues, my pussy-drenched finger plunging deeper up her asshole. “Then I guess I’m going to remind you how a good painslut needs to have her ass used.” Carol gasped and looked like she might cum just from hearing that. So I kissed her. Hard. Tongues gnashing together. I broke the kiss and yanked off her blouse and bra. “God damn!” I exclaimed at the sight of her bare tits.

“Do you like my body, Sir?” Carol asked with bashful obedience. She stood up to give me a full view. To present her body for the the man who owned her for the night. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her skirt was bunched at her waist. Her fat mommy milkers had some sag, but they were shockingly perky for their heft.

“You have no idea,” I growled as I pulled Carol to me and sucked a nipple into my mouth, biting down.

“Oh—ow, fuck, yellow,” she said right as my teeth sank into her. I let go and started to kiss and lick around her nipples more tenderly. “Sorry, I should have t-told you my—ooo—nipples are very sensitive.”

I brought myself to eye level with Carol. “It’s all good. I’m going to keep going. OK?” I kissed her gently.

“Yes. Please.” She said softly. I thought I saw a tear forming in her eye, but I was planning to make her cry in more fun ways. I sucked and—now gently—bit Carol’s nipples, mauling at her heavy breasts. “Yes! Like that. Fuck, that’s so good!” I threw her onto the bed, on her back, so I could really feast on her tits. Carol gasped and writhed under me. I hooked a finger up her cunt as I enjoyed her tits with my mouth. She trembled. “Fuck!” I prodded her pussy faster. “Oh! Fuck!” Her thighs clamped fiercely around my wrist as I felt a splash of wetness spray my wrist.

“Did you just squirt?” I asked with unrestrained excitement.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” she said. “I should have warned you—ah!” She yelped as I pulled her hair and kissed her hard.

“That’s so fucking hot,” I growled as I lightly bit her lower lip. “I fucking love a squirter.” I brought my finger to my mouth to taste her juices. Musky and sweet. The way pussy should taste when it sprays for its owner. I stuck my tongue back in her mouth, wanting to share her flavor with me. She lapped at my tongue as I groped her boobs.

“I need to taste this pussy!” I stripped out of my suit, down to my boxer briefs, as Carol watched me from the bed. As much as I love a squirter, I don’t love trips to the dry cleaner. “Reach down and spread that pussy open for me, slut.” I ordered her. She complied, spreading her thighs and reaching down with her hands. I saw right up her pink slit, tight and glistening. You’d have no idea she’d popped a baby out of there.

I needed to eat it. I grabbed one of her thighs hard and dove in, swiping my tongue up through her flowing honey. “Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!” Carol was trembling again.

“Yes, baby, lemme devour that painslut pussy,” I grumbled as I lapped away, my cock twitching at the taste of her essence. I bit on her inner thighs, making her scream. “That’s gonna bruise, fucktoy,” I informed her between licks.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna—oh fuck!” She shrieked. The pain and the cunteating had her cumming again, spraying, this time into my mouth. I caught what I could and climbed up her body, spitting it into her mouth and over her face.

“Taste it, bitch,” I said. She obediently stuck out her tongue, so I spat in her mouth again.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whimpered, accepting the soiling of her pretty face. I slapped her across the cheek. “Ungh! Thank you, Sir,” she said again, so grateful to be hurt like this.

“Good girl. Now,” I grabbed Carol and rolled her onto her soft, small tummy so her pale ass, already showing some nice signs of bruising, was in the air, “you’re going to put that mommywhore mouth to good use.” I pushed down my boxer briefs, letting my cock bounce free and spring onto her face. She was still wet with the combined spit and pussy squirt I’d dumped on her.

I didn’t have to say another word: Carol immediately licked the head of my cock and sucked it into her mouth.

“Good bitch! Good mommy slut. Fuck, you’re a good cocksucker.” I moaned, relishing her mouth tightly and wetly working up and own my shaft. I thrust in between her lips deeper. She coughed hard, so I pulled out.

“My ex wasn’t—” She coughed again. “—wasn’t this big.”

“Think you can handle it?” I asked, tracing her lips with the head of my cock.

“I need it,” she practically whispered—like it was too vulnerably true to say loudly—and sucked me back into her mouth.

“Yes, baby,” I cooed, savoring having this redhead mommy cocksucker slurping up and down my meat. “Yeah, that’s it.” I slapped her upturned ass, making her chirp around my cock. The slap didn’t stop Carol’s sucking. “Good girl. Blow me like a whore.” I smacked her ass again. It wasn’t as impossibly round as Ellen’s, so it didn’t have the same jiggle, but it was still a sight to behold. Especially with Carol slobbering on my cock like an ex-whore relearning her former trade.

As she sucked, Carol kept her thighs spread apart. I took advantage and worked her pussy juice into her asshole. She was opening up back there, relaxing for me, letting me have her body. First it was just a  fingertip, but soon I was pushing two of my big digits into her pretty pucker. All the while, she bobbed her head on my dick, moaning as I opened her up.

“I think it’s time these mommyholes got fucked,” I said. Carol was nearly suffocating herself on my cock, gobbling it down her throat. She spat it out to speak.

“I don’t know if my arsehole is ready, Sir,” she said with trepidation.

“Then I guess I’ll hurt your pussy on my cock until it’s so juicy it slides right up your whore ass.” She shivered and her thighs clenched. She didn’t say no and I knew she knew how to. So I climbed behind her and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Bent over like that, back arched, Carol was a fucking sight. That round ass rippling into her waist, red hair waterfalling over her shoulders. I spread her cheeks and licked her from her pussy to her asshole—she looked too tasty not to.

“Oh, Sir! Your tongue feels so good there!”

“Where, mommyslut?” I spanked her ass as I rimmed her hole.

“In m-my arsehole. You’re licking my arsehole!”

“And soon I’m going to be fucking it.” I got on my knees behind Carol’s bent-over body. “You ready to feel this raw cock up your pussy first?”

“Please. Stick it in me. Fuck me, Sir!”

“Want me to go slow?” I asked playfully, holding Carol’s hair gently.

She looked back over her shoulder at me. “Fucking bury that big American cock up my twat!” She spat.

“Gladly!” I yanked her hair, forcing her back to arch more, and slammed balls deep.

“GAH!” She screamed. “That’s huge!”

“Fucking take it!” I barked, clapping her cheeks with my thrusts. She’d get no rest, and I needed this.  I was smashing my cock up her quim, rough and deep. “Gonna make you sore like you’re giving birth all over again!” I hooked up a thumb up Carol’s asshole. It went in easily and set her off anew: Carol’s cunt squeezed nad squirted all over my hardness.

“GAAAHH FUCK!”

“Soak the bed as I wreck you, bitch!” Carol collapsed forward onto her big breasts, but I kept beating up her insides. “They’re gonna need to buy a new bed because of what a whore you are!” I jeered as I rutted in her body. She screamed into the bedspread, her voice reverberating through the mattress’s coiled springs.

With Carol’s yelps muffled, I noticed sound through the wall again. “Fuck me harder, Jack!” It was softer than before—or at least that was my perception as I was pounding my redheaded slut—but the woman next door was clearly getting fucked yet again. “Ah! Ah! Fuck!” Her moans echoed through the walls.

They must be able to hear us, too, I realized. After what they’d put me through, they could get an earful.

I spanked Carol as I fucked her, thumb still crooked in her ass. “Oh my God, Sir! Fuck!” She moaned.

“Like bending over and giving up those fuckholes, slut?” I yelled, surely loud enough for my neighbors to hear.

“I love it!” I smacked her ass again. “Thank you! Hurt me!” So I deep-dicked her rough and nasty, flesh clapping, threatening to knock the wind out of her. Her body softened even more, and soon the thumb I had up her ass was joined by my index finger, making her backdoor stretch. I could feel my cock through her asshole. But I wanted to feel her asshole with my cock

“How about I take your ass now?” I asked. She felt ready, the muscled ring nice and soft on my invading digits. I pulled out of her cunt and placed my dick at her anal opening. I could see—and feel—a thick layer of her juices on my dick. It’d keep everything slippery.

Carol paused. “Just . . . please go slow.“ She pleaded softly.

“Slow until you’re ready to feel me blow your back out up your ass?” I teased. I rubbed the head of my dick into her asshole. Just the tip. Prodding and massaging the tender opening.

“Yes. Yes, please.” She wriggled her hole against my cockhead. Helping me do the deed. She wanted it bad.

“Then beg like a good whore.”

Carol took a breath. “Please stick your fat cock all the way up my arse, Sir—OW!” She yelped as I gave her a clapping, hard spank to the ass.

“Beg like a good fucking whore!” I yelled. “Loud and clear and nasty. I want everyone to know what you want!”

“Destroy my mommywhore arsehole on your cock, Sir! Sodomize me like my ex-husband never could! Make it so I can barely sit when I go to pick up my—oooh yesss!” Carol went ecstatic as I pushed my cockhead through her rubbery asshole and felt her guts on my bitchbreaker. Hot and tight.

“This ass is mine now, cunt!” I spat as I sank in deeper, pulling on her hips.

“It’s so good!” Carol moaned. “It hurts so good! Rearrange my guts! It’s so intense up my arse—oooh fuuuuck!” I went deeper and deeper until I knew she felt it: my cock bottomed out up her ass, my balls resting on her glopping cunt.

“Time for some long anal cockstrokes, bitch! Fuck, you’re tight!”

Carol white-knuckled the bedspread as I nearly pulled all the way out of her ass, leaving just the head, only to languidly plunge my length all the way back in.

As I packed her guts, I heard more sex through the walls. “Fuck my ass!” The woman cried. “But lick it first!” I was proud of the blonde as I shafted Carol’s backdoor. When in doubt, a woman who wants it up the ass (or a man who wants it up the ass, I guess) should have her lover work her rear hole open on his tongue. If he’s not willing to lick, he doesn’t deserve to stick.

I slowed my fuck-pace up Carol’s ass. I wanted to prolong the delight of pumping my prick up her rear, but I also wanted to hear the blonde babe next door getting off to anal. Getting her hole licked and fucked just like I was giving it to Carol. Two bent-over sluts offering up their assholes, getting buttfucked on either side of an old hotel wall. The dirty thought thrilled me.

But I heard nothing further through the wall. Darn, I thought, must be a quiet anal sex session over there.

But Carol and I certainly weren’t going for quiet. I wanted her loud. I wanted it rough. I sped up, making her body shake. “Oh! Oh! Fuck!” She moaned, obviously feeling the faster assfuck.

“Take it, slut. Gonna pound you the fuck out!” I exclaimed. “Gonna dump a massive load up you!”

“Oh my God, yes please! Spunk up my arsehole, Sir!”

“Fuck yes, you nasty bitch. Gonna creampie your guts!” I grunted. I bore into her with a fury, enjoying those final, deep strokes as let my orgasm consume me “You’ll have my seed up your ass for days! Fucking take it! NGHH, FUCK!” I roared out my climax as I shot up Carol’s ass, hot ropes of bliss spurting out my shaft and staining her mommywhore bowels with my DNA.

“I feel it!” She cried. “It’s so warm!” Carol slumped forward, quivering, as I repainted her guts white. I don’t think she squirted, but I swear I felt her cunt gush on my balls. That only made my orgasm that much better, that feeling of her body’s submission to my conquering seed.

I fell forward onto Carol’s back, enjoying the feel of her almost-too-tight sphincter pulsing around my spent cock. Trapped in her anal grip, my cock could barely soften—the blood in my shaft couldn’t flow back out, even after I’d flooded her asshole with such a heavy load.

Carol was laying on her tummy now, propped up by her heavy mommy milkers and compressed under my tired body. I reached under her and wrapped my arms just below her breasts.

“You OK?” I asked softly in her ear.

“I’m . . . incredible,” Carol sighed. “I haven’t been properly fucked like that since before I was married.” Hearing that, in her accent, made it even less likely my dick would soften. Sexually claiming a woman like that, fucking her better than her husband ever had. It put fire in my dominant loins.

“And I haven’t had such a submissive painslut in a while,” I returned. I kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her rump right where I knew she’d be feeling it tomorrow.

“Nff,” she winced.

“Sorry.” This was my error: After rough play, during aftercare cuddling, almost no one wants her bruises tweaked. I should have waited or asked.

“It’s ok. It’s getting me wet again.” I did say almost no one, right? “Do you think the guests next door could hear us?” She mused sarcastically.

I flexed my Kegel muscles, making my cock jump slightly in Carol’s ass. “You heard them too?” This was the first time I’d talked about the overheard sex with anyone. It felt good to be able to commiserate.

“How could I not? Everyone who works here knows the walls are thin. The room doors aren’t, though some staff have told me about particularly raucous couplings they’ve overheard from the halls. But I didn’t know it was quite so . . . vivid to be next door to it.”

“They’ve messed up my sleep a few times.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Sir. I don’t normally work nights. If I did, I would say that when you hear them rutting, you should call me up here and have me make amends for not providing a more relaxing atmosphere.” She flexed her asshole on my cock as she said “relaxing.”

“Maybe I’ll have you make it up to me right now,” I flirted back. I started sawing in and out of her ass anew, slowly, feeling all the cum I’d fucked up there lubing her back channel for me.

“God. Use me however you want, Sir,” Carol begged meekly.

“Then I’ll be right back.” I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock and started pulling it out of Carol’s ass. She winced again. “Just breathe, gorgeous,” I said gently into her ear. “Deep breaths in and out. Relax for me.” I felt her loosening. “There you go. That’s a good girl!” I slid out with a pop. “So good relaxing for me. Good girl.” I kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you, Sir.” She continued to lay flat against the bed, her skirt still bunched around her waist and her stockings still shredded to tatters. She was trembling.

“Are you cumming?” I asked, holding my cock as I watched her.

“I don’t even know anymore,” she sighed through her quivers.

I headed to the bathroom and, without turning on the light, rinsed my penis under the sink faucet. I grabbed the bar of hand soap and lathered up well, then rinsed again. It felt clean when I pulled out, but I’d rather be sure before going back to her given what I had in mind. I gave my balls a wash for good measure. After patting my package dry with a towel, I filled a couple of the provided cups with water from the tap and brought them to the bed. (I drank a full cup myself before doing so.)

“Here,” I said, placing a hand on Carol’s shoulder and passing her a cup.

“Thank you.” She gulped down its contents.

“Want more?” I took the now-empty cup from her and handed her the other full one. She took it, sipped, and handed it back to me.

“Really. Thank you.” Carol said.

“Think you’re up to thanking me another way?” I paused and then added, “It’s OK if you’re not.” The light from the window illuminated a smile of relief on Carol’s face.

“I don’t think my arse can take more of you, if that’s what you mean.”

“It’s not.” I leaned down and kissed her, running my hand through that shiny red hair of hers. “I want to put these to good use.” I pawed gently at her left tit, tracing my thumb on her nipple as my fingers sank into the soft flesh.

“Ooh, I want that, Sir,” Carol moaned.

“Yeah? You want me using these sexy mommy tits until I blow a load all over you?”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, please! Use my breasts to make your cock feel good.” She whimpered. So I grabbed my rehardening cock and pressed it to her lips.

“Suck it, slut. Suck it sloppy so I can fuck these knockers.” She obeyed, slurping my cock into her mouth while I pawed at her breasts with both hands.

“Mmm, nice and clean,” she said between sucks. She wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and placed another on my balls. She was now sitting on the edge of the bed as I stood over her, molesting her sexy melons.

“Anal cumsluts deserve to suck clean cock. And—fuck—yeah, you suck like such a good girl,” I gritted through my teeth as I felt my cockhead enter the tight, ringed opening of her throat. I swear I could feel a glob of precum drip out of me at that moment. Maybe Carol felt it too, because she moaned.

I reached down to feel her pussy as she bobbed her head on my dick, planting it deeper and deeper down her throat. But when I touched those gushy pussy lips, Carol looked up at me and pulled her mouth back. “No,” she said.

“No?” I drew my hand away. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

“I do,” she said, stroking my cock slowly in her hand. “But even more . . . I want to service you, Sir. I want to feel degraded and used. Like my pleasure doesn’t matter. Is . . . is that OK?”

I lifted her chin with my finger and leaned in to kiss her lips. “I can work with that,” I said. I pulled Carol to her feet and pushed her down on the top of hear head. She dutifully fell to her knees. I sat where she had been. “Then you belong on your knees. Looking up at me. At the man who blasted your whore asshole full of cum.”

“Fuck,” she moaned, grabbing my cock again and impaling her mouth on it until it was almost fully embedded in her gullet.

“Yes, bitch, get that dick nasty and sloppy. The same cock I just used to sodomize you.”

“Mmmrmm,” she moaned around my prick, glug-glug-glugging me in her throat. She backed off before taking me all the way down, releasing my dick with a wet gah sound.

“God damn, mommywhore. Suck my nuts, too.”

“Yes, Sir!” She eagerly complied, puckering her lips and suctioning one nut, then the other. She licked her tongue around my balls, servicing me, worshipping me.

“Fuck yeah. Now wrap those mommyslut tits around my cock.” Carol scooped under her heavy breasts and wrapped the soft, yielding titflesh around my cock. I was only midway in at first. She began rocking slightly and my dick fell out of her cleavage. But she pressed her big tits together so they gobbled my dick up, this time fully enveloping me. She started bouncing her body, working my deck wonderfully into tittyfuck heaven. “Yes, you sexy slut!” I moaned.

“Does that feel good, Sir?” She gazed up at me, blue eyes full of seductive excitement, as she worked those breasts up and down my tool.

“You have no idea.”

“I’m glad, Sir,” she smiled complacently, wiggling her hands so her tits jiggled around my dick. “I love that my mommy milkers can make your cock feel good.”

“You keep that up and those mommy milkers are going to milk my cock dry.” All slippery-slimy from her throat, my cock glided between her pillowy breasts, as if a perfectly fertile pussy were molding itself around my every centimeter and vein. I knew I wouldn’t last long. Not with that shiny red hair, those submissive blue eyes watching my ecstasy as she titty-wanked me.

“I want it, Sir,” Carol begged, working those boobs all along my shaft. “I want you to shoot it all over me. Coat me in spunk, Sir.”

“You want to taste it, slut?” I felt my balls boiling.

“I need to. I need to taste the cum of the first man to fuck my arse since I got knocked up.” Carol cast her eyes downward, watching her post-pregnancy boobs fuck my cock.“Feed me, Sir. Please?” Carol swiped her tongue over the tip of my long cock.

“Fuck, you sexy mommyslut!” I moaned as worked her lips around the head, still titfucking my cock. “That’s so good!”

“Let me worship you, Sir. Let me use my big breasts to earn your load!” Carol suckled her lips back over the head, making sure my shaft was getting the full titty slip-and-slide treatment. ”I want your cum, Sir,” Carol enthused between sucks. “I want to be marked with it.”

“You deserve to wear my load, cunt,” I rasped through the pleasure of getting tittyfucked and sucked at the same time. “You should have my cum—fuck yes, bitch—all over your face and in your hair when you’re behind that desk. Show all the guests just what kind of service you provide. I’ll help. I’ll bend you over the check-in desk and show off your creampied asshole. All those new guests will know what a nasty fucking sexdoll they’ll have serving them.”

Carol took her mouth off me and looked up. “That’s so hot. Oh my god. Please. Sodomize me in the lobby. Show all the guests what I deserve, how your big cock owns my  arse—OH!” Carol gasped in surprise as my cum started to spray the underside of her chin.

“Fuck yes!” I howled, unloading on this busty redheaded slut. I was drenching her neck and the top of her chin. On the third shot—and fuck, it was a lot, especially seeing as I’d just shot off up her ass—she resumed sucking my cockhead, drawing my semen into her mouth. “Gentle, baby,” I whimpered, “suck gently. Yeah. Yeah, suck it out.” Carol obeyed, lightly slurping my sensitive cockhead and holding her spunked-up tits still and tight around my dick. I heard her throat gulping down my cream, felt it washing across her lightly-prodding tongue as she gratefully swallowed all she could get.

When I had stopped shooting and she stopped sucking, Carol looked up at me, letting her lips pop off my softening dick. “Your cum tastes wonderful, Sir,” Carol beamed. My softening cock fell from between her breasts. All I could do was admire this beautiful redheaded slut, on her knees, splattered from chin to tummy with all the cum she hadn’t managed to take in her mouth. “Fuck, I needed to feel useful for a man who isn’t utter shite.”

“Do you want me to make you cum now?” I inquired. I was feeling somewhat nervous after she’d served me so well but hadn’t gotten any stimulation herself the whole time.

Carol shook her head. “No, Sir.” She stood up and grabbed her bra. Started putting it on. “I need to get home and get to sleep. And I’d rather wear your cum out and take care of myself once I get into bed.” She looked at me. “I was just going to suck your dick so I could have cockbreath when I went to deal with my ex. This was so much better.” She peeled off her ruined stockings, tossed them on the foot of the bed, and patted down her outfit. “Maybe I’ll see you around my shift on Monday?”

“I fly out Sunday.” I slid my boxer briefs back on and stood up. “But I know where to tell them to put me up the next time I’m in Londontown.”

“I’d like that, Sir,” Carol said with a wink. “Until then. Good night.” With that, she got her heels from where she’d kicked them off by the front door. I had another two cups of water from the bathroom and fell asleep soon after. Her tattered stockings were still by my feet.