Exhibition Hotel: The Visual Cuckold Part One by Cara Candle

Author:Cara Candle [Candle, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

I couldn't really do this, could I?

But I was. After staring at the room number for just a moment, I'd nodded, turned off my vibrator, and stood up. I put on the robe, and nothing else, and headed for my elevator. My heart hadn't really been pounding before. Now it was pounding. My pussy ached for that cock I'd seen. My head was swimming as I got out of the elevator in the other building on his floor. Passed one door, two... it should be the next, on my left. The door was slightly ajar and the lights inside were all off. I took a deep breath. If I went in I wouldn't stop myself.

If I didn't, I wouldn't forgive myself.

The room beyond wasn't a suite, it was a single room with a bathroom and two beds in the room. My mystery man was laying in one of the beds, the one closest to the window. The air conditioning was on in the room, but the only light came from the hall when I opened the door, and the window. I closed the door behind me and draped my robe over the bed nearest the door. Neither of us had spoken a word yet, and I didn't want to be the one to break that silence. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see that he wasn't under a blanket at all on the bed.

He was hot, too. Muscular, built like a man who lifted weights but also did other stuff -- and tall. His body almost made his dick look normal sized. Almost.

We still hadn't said a word to one another when I sat on the bed beside him. He sat up slowly, his hands seeking out my breasts, and his face following soon after. I gasped at the mere touch from him, the warmth of his mouth and tongue on my nipples, and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was so thick I felt apprehensive about taking him into me, but at this point it was a certainty.

He lay back on the bed and pulled me with him, his hands finding my hips. But he wasn't guiding me toward his dick: as I followed him I was moving so that I straddled his face, with a knee to either side, and I had my hands on the cheap hotel headboard. He kissed all around my pussy, then on it, before his tongue began to swirl and move around my clitoris like he'd been practicing on me for years. I let him get me on edge before raising my hips away from him. That wasn't how I wanted to get off tonight.

Sliding down his body, I almost stopped when his dick brushed against my pussy. But I wasn't ready for that, either.

With both hands around his shaft I guided the head of his cock into my mouth. After just a few inches I had to stop, my mouth stretched. I'd seen porn where the woman's mouth barely fit over the man's cock, her lips stretched to their limit.

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