7 Days Trip to Seattle Ch. 06

The buzzing of your alarm clock is what woke you both. You swear, since there is no need to get up, the weekend is here. Unfortunately, he flies back the next early morning. He cuddles up with you, spooning behind you, kisses your neck as a good morning kiss and snuggles up to you like this. You both stay like this, in a half-awakened state, being lazy after last night. His breathing calms down and you think he fell asleep again but you feel his hardness growing behind you. It grows hard and it pushes up against your thighs as it tries to point up. You move one of your legs and his engorged cock slides between your thighs and comes resting along your labia.

He is not moving but the feeling of his cock against you turns you on, despite being a bit sore from last night. You start to squeeze your thighs together a little, rubbing your thighs together with his cock between them. Giving him some sort of delicate thigh job and soon his precious fluid is leaking again. You can clearly feel it against your skin, making your thighs sticky and wet. Your hand gets between your legs and you push his cock against you so his shaft slides between your labia and his cock head rubs your clit. Very softly, very slowly, you start to masturbate both of you like this. You realise he is awake when, from behind, his lips find you neck to kiss and his hands find your breasts to massage softly.

The way you move makes his head leak precum all over your bush and after just few minutes, you are drenched, your bush soaking and your hair tangled with his precum. The rubbing of your clit and the stroking of his cock by your thighs and pussy leads you both to pleasure. You feel him tensing up behind you as you start cumming on his cock. His cum makes you feel wet and warm, splattered over your bush, your clit, your labia, your thighs and his cock. Feeling so relaxed, you both fall asleep again for a moment.

During a drive to the city shops, his hand naturally rests on your mound. You decided to wear no panties for his last day and like he did gaziantep escort before, he plays with your labia, parting them from above, he finds your clit and rubs it as you drive, making your pussy drenched once again. But teasingly only. He wants to do some shopping and buy you lingerie. After walking around the mall, you find a very classy, sexy lingerie shop. For the next thirty minutes, you make every man’s dream come true. Trying many different outfits, all sexier than the previous one.

After the first one, you already had noticed his hard on, after the fourth one, you are just plain laughing at him until you come and get him and pull him into your changing room. Despite still being sore from last night, you kiss him deeply, passionately and you whisper in his ear that you want him to fuck you here and now, that you want him to know your pussy is always yours. Still kissing him, you unzip him and free his cock. He is so hard, leaking so much, so desperate for release from the sexy show you just gave him. You barely start stroking his precum-covered cock when you feel it splattering over you and the set of lingerie you last tried on. He was so excited that his cum is all over you.

He laughed but his cock is not getting soft and your fingers, soaking in his cum, are still wrapped around it. He looks at you and kisses you. He pushes you in the stall so your back is against the wall and he lifts one of your legs up, he pushes your panties aside and he penetrates you slowly. Slowly but non-stop until his cock is back against your womb. He holds your hands above your head against the wall, kissing you all the time, your lips, your neck, your breasts, your throat. He finds a good, deep rhythm with his hips and it makes his cock slide back and forth.

The cum on his cock is now all over your pussy and it mixes with the juices coming from you. You tense up under his cock and you cream it as you kiss him back deeply, holding on to him, his cock. He feels your cunt spasming around his cock, squeezing him, babelan.net bathing him in your cream. But he is still in you and you want his cum bad, so you kiss him again and you tell him that your pussy is his, his to be fucked anywhere, anytime, that you want his cum badly. He looks at you with lust, looks around the bench in the dressing room and grabs some panties you tried on earlier. He kisses you deeply then stuffed your mouth with the panties he had in his hand.

He lifts your other leg up and he lifts you up, your legs spread open over his arms, knees bent, your back against the wall. Again, he rapes your pussy brutally, passionately, nastily. Your pussy is assaulted again. Pounded deep, your womb getting bruised again, your eyes are filling up with tears. His cock making nasty wet, slurping sounds with your pussy as he owns it, uses it, fucks it. You scream, you scream so loud but the panties in your mouth make you nearly silent. You want him to cum fast because he pounds you so hard, he fucks you so deep, he owns you so passionately, so brutally.

In a loud groan, he floods your pussy with more cum. The last four or five thrusts rocking you up as he cums. When he pulls out, a lot of cum flows out staining other lingerie sets. He laughs, tells you that now he has to get them all. The way the woman looks at you when he pays, you can read she knows you had just been fucked in her store changing room. You feel so embarrassed but you both laugh as soon as you come out.

The rest of the day is made of kisses, holding hands, his hand resting over your mound. He proposes to get some food and wine so he can cook you a good dinner for his last night. A taxi will come and pick him up awfully early to take him to the airport. After a romantic dinner, he kisses you and tells you that he is going to have his owners tour before he goes and he explains to you that it means he is going to cum in your mouth, then in your pussy and finally in your ass, filling all your married holes and touring his property. He has you strip totally naked in front of him, exposing yourself to him in your complete nudity.

For the rest of the night, he owns your mouth, filling it up with cum and splattering his cum over your face while in your childrens bedroom, talking nasty to you, having you laying on the bed upside down, your head at the edge of the bed to be fucked like he fucks your pussy, making you gasp, choke, making a mess of your face, your hair talking so nasty to you. He owns your pussy on the sofa your husband sits in, making you cum so hard that your cum will for ever stain the sofa, cumming inside his fertile married pussy again, shooting right against your womb as your cream covers his cock.

Being so nasty that he saves the last shot of his cum for a picture of you and your husband on your wedding day that he found and he tells you to lick his cum from it. He owns your ass on the bed your husband sleeps in. Fucking it just the way he did in the forest. Raping it. Owning it like it has been his forever, pounding it full throttle, making you scream, grunt, cry out, gasp but instead of begging to stop you start screaming how you belong to him, how your ass belongs to him, how you are here to take his cum anyway he wants and then you cum. You scream and you cum again. Another anal orgasm, striking you, shocking you on the bed your husband sleeps in. For the second time, he fills your ass with cum and watches it leaking out on the pillow your husband will put his head on when he comes back.

All night long, he cums in every hole of his white married whore. The respectful, faithful wife is gone, the woman totally surrendered to her lover and his big black cock. Even after he showered and got dressed ready to go, five minutes before the taxi rings him out, just five minutes before, he is still balls deep in your pussy telling you he wants you to remember he fucked you to the very last minutes and the taxi calls. He keeps pounding you and the taxi calls again, he pounds you until, for the last time, he pours his black man cum into his white married whore in real life.

Once in his cab for the airport, he sends you a text message telling you next time it is your turn to come to London or to France.