Future of Porn

It was only when Jordan stepped off the plane into the balmy warmth of the early morning sunshine at the Cote D’Azure Airport in Nice that the reality finally hit her. She was in the south of France and about to embark on a crazy adventure of fun and utter indulgence.

It had all started as a bet; a silly wager that had happened in a flirty and competitive moment. Never in a million years had Jordan ever expected that either of them would actually be required to honor it. But she should have known better. In the months since she had met Steve, it had become abundantly evident that for all his easy going and laid back approach, he usually did exactly what he said he would, no matter how outrageous it may have seemed.

But this was bizarre Jordan thought for the hundredth time as she scanned the faces of the people in the Arrivals Lounge. Steve’s business obligations had required him to leave a few days earlier but he had said he would be at the airport to fetch her. The place bustled with excited people and she waved with relief when she saw him in the distance. He was easy to spot. Being tall he towered at least a head and shoulders over the others as he made his way towards her.

Watching him approach, her mind drifted back to the wager and the reason why she found herself in this almost surreal situation. Steve’s bet, made earlier in the year, had been simple. It was that the former long-standing world champion of Formula One racing would be in the lead on points for the current championship by the time the Monte Carlo race rolled around. If he wasn’t, then Steve would take her to Monaco for the race.

Jordan recalled reading somewhere that the outspoken Katharine Hepburn had once called Monaco “a pimple on the chin of the south of France.” She wasn’t referring to the principality’s lack of beauty, but rather to the preposterous idea of having a little country taking up some of the choicest coastline along the Riviera. Monaco was the playground of the obscenely rich and bored who were free to flaunt their wealth, diamonds, designer clothes and Ferraris. It really was all about showing off and not exactly the kind of place you just stopped over for a casual weekend. There was little doubt that the bet was insane and outrageously expensive.

When Jordan had pointed that out to Steve, giving him the opportunity to renege, he had fixed his gray eyes on her, shrugged nonchalantly and said, “Yeah but its only money and we’ll get a chance to see how the other half splurge it. Besides, my boy is going to beat yours and get back into the lead.” He paused and smiled, “And that way I get you to keep your side of the bet as well.”

Jordan laughed at the memory of the conversation. Had she lost the bet she would have had to have public sex with Steve at a location of his choice. She wondered wryly if Monaco might not have been his first choice anyway. As a keen racer himself and fan of Formula One together with a love of risky public sex, there was no better place on earth to indulge his fantasies.

If she was honest, she would have admitted that while she was more than thrilled that the former champion was lagging behind the new prince of the track, she had mixed feelings about how this bet had turned out.

It wasn’t that she and Steve weren’t attracted to each other because they were. The chemistry between them was electric even though they had resisted falling into bed together. A situation she knew would forever be changed by this weekend. But it was more than that. It was the edgy danger that she associated with Steve and which she found undeniably exciting that concerned her. There was something about him that made her a little crazy.

She liked to believe that she was the queen of cool. Self control was her middle name and yet when she stepped onto the plane headed for the playground of the rich and reckless to be with Steve she knew instinctively that her self control was gone. The time ahead would be an excuse to allow herself to let go and to revel in wild abandonment. Her stomach muscles fluttered with a ripple of excitement and longing.

***

Steve’s steady gaze brushed over Jordan’s thighs appreciatively as her flimsy skirt hiked over them when she got into the low slung sports car that gleamed in the bright sunlight.

“Nice car,” she commented as he settled himself into the seat next to hers and hit a button to open the sunroof. “It seems the rental cars are a little different here; nothing simple like a Ford or a Toyota?”

Steve laughed, “Well maybe there are, but my philosophy is when in Rome do as the Romans do. If there’s any place to drive a fancy car, it’s here.” He paused, “But in a world full of Ferraris, Porsches, Rolls Royce and Lamborghinis this baby is pretty tame.”

“Hardly,” Jordan laughed as she felt the first powerful roar of the engine. “Is it a long drive to Monaco?”

“About 20 kilometers, but how long, depends on the traffic.”

“You think you’ll get to open this baby up and race her?” Jordan asked, her green eyes glittering with excitement.

“Why, you in a hurry to get there?”

“No,” she murmured, getting her first glimpse of the Mediterranean’s turquoise water as the road carved its way along the rugged coastline. “But, let’s just say, speed does it for me.”

Steve arched his eyebrows. He loved speed himself. He knew what an aphrodisiac it was, but if he really had to admit it, he’d have to say that at some level when racing his car or bike, it was the most amazing challenge; a feeling of mastery and power mixed with pure dread. At full throttle on the track there was almost the feeling of being omnipotent, god-like and untouchable laced with an arrogance that made him believe that that death or injury was beneath him and utterly impossible.

He grimaced as he shifted in his seat; a recently healed rib was still a tender reminder of his last dice on the track and testimony to the fact that injury was very much alive and possible for anyone who pushed the limits. Not that it would ever alter his love of extreme sports though.

“Does speed turn you on?” he asked glancing at Jordan.

The question hung in the air for a second as he accelerated sharply along the twisty road.

Jordan shifted in her seat while she gazed at the breathtaking landscape. The postcard views of quaint little villages nestling against the sparkling backdrop of the Mediterranean and the lavish estates that were perched high in isolation on rocky escarpments made her wish that she had the talent to paint. The scenery was truly spectacular and evidence that there were some things that humans simply couldn’t mess up. She considered Steve’s question and decided to answer him honestly.

“Yeah, it does.”

“Good,” he said smiling. “Feel free to enjoy your arousal as much as you like.” He stretched his arm along the back of the bucket seat and rested his hand in the silky mane of hair at the nape of her neck.

Jordan closed her eyes to savor the speed of the car and the scent of his closeness which seemed to permeate her senses. As his long fingers worked gently beneath the fall of her rich auburn hair she was aware of several thrilling sensations at once. His palm was curved into the space between her shoulder blades and his fingers caressed her bare skin with a steady, tender stroke.

Steve’s words and the intimacy of his touch began to work on her imagination, triggering deep sensual flashes. Despite the air circulating around her she grew as warm and flushed as if she were being undressed and fondled by a thorough and expert lover. Steve was seducing her mind with his careless touch, making her imagine his tantalizing light stroke all over her body.

He slowed the car to a stop at a crossing and as it idled he began to play with the lobe of her ear, arousing the sensitive point where the delicate flesh met her jaw then, he dropped his hand and trailed his fingers down her bare arm, brushing the side of her breast with a feather stroke. It took all her control to keep her eyes on the road ahead but she couldn’t help letting out a shuddery sigh.

“Feeling good sweetheart?”

Jordan nodded. She felt better than good. Beneath the feathery light material of her skirt her body was alive with sensation. Her breasts felt fuller and she was acutely aware of the way her nipples were jutting against the soft fabric of her top. She stole a quick glance at Steve’s profile and saw a small smile playing around his lips. He was intentionally trying to get her aroused, she realized, and it was working.

It took a second for her to make her decision and she made it in light of the promise to herself to throw caution to the wind and be as wild as he was. It was shameless, she knew, especially since they were in broad daylight on a busy road where he had to keep an eye on traffic. But that was tough luck for him, she decided; he’d started it and now he would just have to deal with it.

A breath quavered in her throat as her fingers drifted down to her thigh and slipped under the hemline of her skirt. Jordan squirmed in the seat as her hand came to rest on the moist crotch of her panties. She slipped a finger between the soft wet folds of her pussy and let out a sexy sigh.

“You don’t mind if I explore a little, do you?”

“Be my guest,” Steve replied huskily, “I like to watch.”

“God, it’s hot,” she said throatily. “And these panties are drenched.” She wriggled on the seat as she pulled the lacy g-string off and dropped it on Steve’s lap. She smiled and stretched a long tanned leg onto the dashboard. “Now, think you can go any faster?”

Jordan moaned softly as she stroked her clit with one hand and caressed a hard nipple with the other. She had her face turned on the headrest towards Steve, who was alternating between quick glances at the road ahead and lingering stares at her hand buried between her thighs.

The feeling of the sun warming her and the breeze blowing through her hair keeping her skin cool while Steve watched her masturbate filled her with breathless excitement. She gazed at his profile, at his well defined jaw and his mouth and felt a shudder of pleasure run through her. She’d always wanted to deep kiss him, to run her tongue over his teeth and suck his bottom lip before forcing her tongue inside his mouth. She groaned as she imagined his tongue dancing with hers and then probing the soft folds of her pussy, insinuating its way deep into her warm wetness. The images spiked her arousal and she hastily pressed two fingers inside herself imagining how his cock would fill her.

“Oh God,” she groaned as she squirmed with pleasure and began her journey towards climax.

In the distance she could hear the drone of an approaching train, and remembered seeing a railway track that ran almost parallel with the road. The clickety clack sounds came nearer and nearer merging with the sounds of her labored breathing. Jordan closed her eyes giving in to the pulsing waves of heat surging through her loins. She was vaguely aware of the reverberations from the train rushing past as her orgasm swept through her body. She whimpered softly as she came keeping her eyes tightly shut until she stopped trembling.

When she opened them, Steve was staring intently at her.

“Let me taste,” he croaked putting his tongue out.

She slowly withdrew her sticky fingers from her pussy and moved them towards his mouth. A small twinge of self consciousness prickled her as she watched him lick up a long string of pussy nectar that dripped from her fingertip. She always got so damned wet when she was horny and for a second, she wondered if she’d left a wet spot on the leather seat beneath her.

“Yummy,” Steve said, licking his lips appreciatively. “That was delicious and I didn’t expect such a delightful show before we got there,” he teased.

Jordan felt her cheeks flood with heat. “Well, I told you speed turned me on,” she said trying to sound nonchalant.

“I think you turned on the train passengers as well.”

“No!” Jordan exclaimed, wide eyed. “Don’t tell me they could see in here, could they?”

Steve laughed. “Of course they could, Jordy. The train on the track is higher than the car, and it wasn’t moving that quickly either. Those who were looking out at the beautiful scenery got an eyeful alright.”

Jordan giggled and then her breath caught in her throat as she stared between Steve’s legs. His cock was protruding from his groin. It was rock hard and bobbed slightly with every pulse. Jordan couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“Did you take it out as the train approached?”

“Sometime then, when you were finger fucking yourself.”

She reached across and touched him, moving her hand up the thick shaft until she got to the head. She squeezed him lightly and felt his cock throb, almost with a life of its own.

“Think you can get us there in one piece if I blow you while you drive?” She could hardly believe her brazen behaviour and yet it felt like the most natural thing in the world to do. Her mouth watered in anticipation of tasting him.

“Try me,” Steve grunted as she bent towards his lap.

Jordan rubbed his silky hardness against her cheek before swirling her tongue slowly around the crown and sliding it down his straining shaft. She licked and bathed it in saliva and then in one slick movement hungrily took him as far as she could all the way into her mouth. Steve’s eyes almost rolled back in his head as she moaned sexily around his shaft. The vibrations made his cock twitch, but he kept his eye resolutely on the road and accelerated to pass the car in front of them.

Jordan tried to move within the confined space of the car to be able to take Steve down into her throat. She began a deep sucking motion and heard him groan deeply. He tasted warm and a little salty. Precum leaked from his tip and she licked it up hungrily, using her tongue and her mouth to pleasure him.

“Oh shit!” Steve cursed.

It startled Jordan. She pulled back off him and shot an enquiring glance upwards when she heard the siren.

“Fuck it, we have company!” He slowed the car and pulled over onto the side of the road into what looked like a small recessed area.

Jordan wiped her mouth and tried to smooth her clothes as she struggled out of the car. She knew how disheveled she must look. The taste of Steve’s precum still lingered on her lips and she glanced surreptitiously at his crotch. He’d managed to get his jeans zipped up but there was no mistaking the size of the bulge there.

“Morning, officer,” he said gruffly. “Is there something wrong?”

Jordan got her first look at the policeman as he scowled at Steve. Christ, she thought, the cops sure were different in this part of the world. This guy looked like he’d just stepped out of an Officers Cadet school. He was immaculately dressed in a pair of blue grey slacks with a crisp white short-sleeved shirt, adorned with epaulets and matching badges on his pocket and peaked cap.

“Are you here for the race?” he asked in perfect English tinged with a foreign accent.

His tone was short and clipped and Jordan couldn’t decide if it was Italian or French. With his dark hair he could be either. She wished she could see his eyes to determine how angry he was, but he kept them hidden behind dark shades. They watched as he walked around the car to check the car registration and Steve’s international driver’s license.

“Yeah we’re here for the race,” Steve replied, hoping the guy was going to be forgiving towards over excited tourists. He knew damn well that he had been going dangerously fast, but it had been unavoidable. What with Jordy sucking his cock like her life depended on it he’d lost some of his focus and the car had surged ahead and zigzagged across the road. There was no real harm done, but he was pissed off that this asshole had chosen that moment to give chase. He was almost about to blow his load when the siren had started up.

“You were speeding; going much faster than the speed limit,” the cop growled as if they didn’t understand what speeding meant. “And you passed the other cars dangerously. That is not acceptable here in Monaco.”

His comment made Jordan want to laugh. It was hilarious; the most prestigious race on the Formula One calendar was held in the principality each year but the cop was telling them, in all seriousness, that speeding was not acceptable in Monaco. She stifled a nervous giggle because one look at his face told her he meant exactly what he was saying. She’d heard that Monaco was known for its police presence, not because of crime but because of traffic violations, so they definitely took this speeding shit seriously.

The tiny principality had everything except personal taxation but they made their money from gambling and tourists. Tourists with heavy acceleration in little sports cars, she thought wryly. Her sense was that being budget conscious was not exactly a priority with these people and she anticipated they’d get a heavy fine.

Jordan ran her hands through her long silky hair and cocked her hip.

“Officer,” she said licking her lips provocatively, “We’re really sorry about the speeding, but honestly it’s not his fault, it’s mine.”

“You were not driving,” the cop replied letting his gaze drift over her.

“No I wasn’t,” she said pouting, “But I was… distracting the driver.”

“Pardon?”

Jordan flashed him a dazzling smile. He was French; she’d heard it in the way he rolled his ‘r’ in the word ‘pardon.’

“You see, it’s our anniversary, and you know what it’s like to be in love, don’t you?” She paused, “I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel to give him his present, and so I did it in the car…”

“You gave him a present in the car?”

Jordan nodded and sucked the tip of her index finger. “You know…that kind of present.”

The cop removed his sunglasses slowly and let his eyes dip down to her breasts. His stare was direct and very arrogant. He understood exactly what she was saying but she wondered fleetingly if he believed her and if it would make any difference. She glanced briefly at Steve who was leaning against the police car and had a small smile playing across his lips. He looked slightly taken aback but in an admiring sort of way.

“Sex in the car is not an excuse,” the cop said sweeping his gaze back to her eyes, “In fact it’s even more dangerous.”

“I know, Monsieur,” Jordan said, realizing suddenly that this was not only about dodging a fine. She was playing a game with the cop, a mind game that somehow was exciting her. She wanted to see how far it could go, how far she could push. “You don’t believe me though, do you?”

“It does not matter what I believe,” the cop said as slid his sunglasses into his breast pocket, “You were speeding and driving recklessly. That is all that matters.”

Jordan noticed that he had not reached for his ticket book yet and that his eyes were still playing over her body. It was a mad impulse but she followed it.

“But I do want you to believe me,” she said slowly. “Speed turns me on, and while I was making love to him with my mouth I was becoming aroused as well.” She smiled coquettishly, “Let me prove it to you.”

“Jordy…” Steve cautioned, realizing immediately where this was headed. He’d reconciled himself to a hefty traffic fine but public indecency in front of a cop might just land them in the local jail.

Jordan sashayed towards where Steve was standing against the police car and leaned her body back into his. As she did so she lifted her skirt, giving the cop a full view of her pussy. The moisture clinging to her swollen lips glistened in the sunlight and Jordan lewdly pressed her fingertips inside and slowly began to stroke herself.

The cop stood transfixed by the sight in front of him. The Adams’ apple in his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, but he kept his eyes riveted on her fingers moving in and out of her wet sex.

After we’d eaten and she had brought out desert she sat on my lap and asked us all whether we had been enjoying her special dinner so far, and we all said that we had. Then she asked suggestively whether there was anything else she could possibly do to serve “her men” tonight. Larry and I didn’t say a word, leaving it to the other guys to answer. There was a long awkward pause, but finally one of them got the guts together to say that if she really wanted to, we would love to see her take off her baby doll. She smiled and pulled it up over her head without any hesitation at all and giggled. She was sitting on my lap wearing only the small thong, nearly nude in front of all four of her male housemates. It was really exciting to me. After a second, she hopped cutely up to her feet and plopped herself down on the lap of the roommate that had asked her to take it off and told him thanks for his enthusiasm, and she wiggled around a bit to emphasize her gratitude.

While we all ate our deserts and drank she moved around from one lap to the next until she got back to me. She sat on my lap for a while, and I started to get more and more physical with her, running my hands over her sides, stomach, thighs, and legs. She writhed around appreciatively under my touch. Finally, we started kissing and I started to rub her chest while everyone else watched intently. After a bit, I nudged her to stand up. When she was standing in front of me facing everyone else I reached up and grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down and off her legs. The guys all looked trilled, and seeing her there completely naked in front of our housemates really got me hard.

I stood up behind her and reached around to squeeze her breasts while she faced everyone for a second. Then I stepped back and gave her a gentle slap on the ass and she moved on to Larry’s lap. She made the rounds again, but this time each guy took liberties with her chest and ass, and she squirmed around getting more and more excited. Following my example, I guess, no one touched her pussy.

After she got back around to me, I took her by her shoulders and led her over into the middle of the living room and waved the other guys over. We all gathered around her and started touching her. I stood behind her rubbing her ass, her back, and the backs of her legs. Larry stood next to her rubbing one breast and kissing her. One of the roommates moved over to her other breast and started sucking on it, but the other one stood around not looking like he knew what he should do. Sandy was moaning under all the attention and writhing around between our hands. I reached out and grabbed the other roommate’s hand and guided it down to Sandy’s pussy, which he started working. She immediately started building up to an orgasm under all the attention, and the eroticism of being naked in the middle of a circle of four fully dressed men. After a few minutes, she came, bucking against all of our hands, and collapsed back into me.

After she regained some composure, she thanked all the guys and said goodnight. The roommates headed faithfully off to their rooms, and I led her to mine. As soon as we got inside she started telling me that she had never been so horny in her life. She immediately grabbed my cock through my pants and started rubbing it. We made out while I massaged her ass and tits while we stood there. Then, she suddenly got on of those sexy ‘I’m about to ask for a favor’ puppy dog looks and I asked what she was thinking about.

She said that it was my night, and she would do whatever I wanted to do, but that she was wondering if I might do her a little favor. I asked what she needed, and she said that she was thinking that maybe she was horny enough that she needed two dicks instead of one. I laughed, and she said that she wanted to have Larry’s dick in her mouth while I fucked her. I said that was ok by me, and told her to go get him.

She went off to get him from his room naked, and came back a second later with him in tow. As soon as she got back in the room, she jumped up on the bed on her hands and knees and reached down between her legs and started masturbating furiously in front of us. We watched her writhing around for a second, and then Larry moved in front of her. As soon as he was in range she reached up and unzipped his pants and swallowed his dick deep into her throat, still touching herself. I watched for a minute and then climbed up on the bed and started fucking her hard from behind. She came twice before Larry came in her mouth, and then I came in her pussy.

After Larry left, Sandy and I cuddled and talked. She said that she was so grateful for the experience that Larry and I had given her, and said that without us she would never had done any of the things she’d done in the past couple of weeks. We talked for a while, and eventually we got into her sexual history. She had had anal sex, and said that she enjoyed it some of the time, but only if she was on top. She had never been with a woman, but she was a little bit curious. We fucked again in the morning before we got up and packed for the trip. We were ready to go at about noon and we headed out in the car for Baltimore.

“Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhh,” Her head and shoulders began to jerk back and forth, and Jerry, who had obviously experienced other women coming just from having him inside them, knew exactly what to do. He released her breasts and reached around to grab her by the ass with both hands and began to shift her back and forth slightly. Not so much fucking her as he was just grinding her around, rubbing her deep inside with the head of his cock. Just then I began to cum too, and I struggled to remain silent as I shared my first orgasm with Ellen, surprised somewhat by the fact that I was coming without having stroked my cock. I had teased myself with my fingertips, but that had never been enough to push me over the edge before. As I squeezed the last drop of cum from my shaft I knew that there would be more before we were done here tonight. “Oh my God” she said as she came down from her peak. “You touch places where nobody else has been for a long fucking time” Jerry had released her hips and she was now moving herself up and down slightly on his cock, stroking the last two inches with her pussy. “I had almost forgotten how good a really big one feels”

“I hear,” she continued as she kept stroking him with her pussy, “That most of he girls only get to have this once, and then they get frustrated because you won’t let them have it again”

Jerry, who really was a pretty nice humble guy in person, seemed to change into somebody different once he was in bed with a woman – and I had heard it dozens of times - he became cocky and arrogant. He knew that once a woman had that big cock inside her, that he could pretty much do or say whatever he wanted as long as he kept giving her what she wanted.

“Most of them only get it once” he replied, “because that’s all they deserve.” “Only the women who are special – the ones who are really good – get to have it again” “So, tell me” she said as she began raising herself up a little more with each stroke, half of his thickness now appearing each time she lifted herself. “What’s your definition of special?” “How good do I have to be?

“Just give me the best fuck you’ve ever given anybody in your life” he growled as he rolled her over onto her back and shifted her to the center of the bed without pulling himself from inside her. “Because that’s what I’m about to give you.”

I swear I heard Ellen whimper slightly as he drew back and then began to tease her with the first 1/3 of his shaft. He supported himself above her as he slowly stroked himself straight down into her over and over again, never giving her more than about two or three inches. His teasing had exactly the desired effect as her legs spread wide and she began to thrust up at him, wanting more, needing what he was refusing to give her.

“You…like…to…tease…don’t you?” she asked, her voice becoming ragged as he continued to torment her, his shallow stroking creating friction directly against her clit. “You’re gonna make me beg for it aren’t you?”

I knew from experience that he was going to do exactly that. He loved to hear them talk smutty, and he loved to hear them beg. One difference was that he usually had to prompt them and lead them to it – Ellen willingly went there herself!

It became obvious to me at that moment that Ellen was as much in control right now as Jerry was. She clearly had lots of experience with, and a tremendous love for, big cocks like the one she was getting right now. And, unlike most of the other women I had heard with Jerry, she seemed to know exactly what to say to get him going. Her right hand reached up and grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head down until his ear was next to her mouth.

“Oh yeah” she moaned, just loud enough for me to hear “You wanna fuck my pussy real good don’t you? You wanna feel me come all over your big hard cock?”

My cock instantly went hard again.

“Come on” she urged, “Give it to me, please, give it all to me”

Her words apparently had the same effect on him that they did on me, because he immediately pushed her thighs further apart and began to go deeper, now giving her 6 or 7 inches with each stroke.

Her legs went wide and her heels rested on the back of his thighs as she rotated her pelvis slightly to give him the room and the angle to get as deep inside her as he wanted to. Her nails scratched lightly at his back and her head was thrown back in a way that left no doubt how much she was enjoying what he was doing to her.

“Oh my God” she cried out, “Fuck it, please, fuck it hard”

I knew that if I touched myself I would come again, and I wanted to wait and finish along with her.

Jerry was driving deep now, his balls slapping against her ass with each stroke, the wetness squeezing out from inside her and forming a puddle on the bed. From my perfect vantage point it was easy to watch as the muscles in his ass clenched and then relaxed with each stroke. Her heels were now resting just above his ass, and I could see the red lines she was leaving as her nails clawed wildly across his back. I couldn’t see her face, but I could imagine the way it must have looked based on the sounds she was making.

“Uhh, Uhh, Uhh.” Her grunts, which sounded more animal than human, coincided exactly with each of his piston-like strokes which drove the breath from inside her.

Just below his ass, between her widely spread thighs, I could clearly see the ring of muscles at the entrance to her body stretched to their limit around the wrist-thick cylinder that was probing the very deepest recess of her silky smooth sheath.

Each time he pulled back, withdrawing nearly his entire length from inside her, I could see his thickness glistening with her abundant lubrication, the lips of her pussy clinging to his cock.

“Don’t stop, I’m gonna come, Oh My God Yesssssssssss” she cried out.

I could easily tell when her orgasm hit, the muscles in her thighs trembling, her pelvis thrusting up at him, her head jerking back and forth as the convulsions ripped through her body.

I reached down and stroked myself about four times, and then I was coming again too.

Jerry continued to show his amazing control as he fucked her right through her orgasm, never slowing his pace as she screamed out that she was there again.

I watched and listened as she screamed and convulsed through yet another orgasm, my cock still oozing from my own second orgasm. He suddenly pulled himself from her and flipped her over onto her stomach. He lifted her by the hips and slowly slid his entire length back inside her. He reached out with one hand and pulled her head back, his mouth only inches from her ear, but it was quiet enough that I could clearly hear what he was saying to her - as well as her response.

“Tell me what you want now” he growled as he began to work himself in and out of her. “Come on baby, we both know what you want – don’t be shy - say it.”

“Fuck me” she hissed. “Fuck me like a man, show me what you got”

“Oooh, a little attitude” he said as he started to stroke her a little faster and harder. “I like that in a woman – an attitude to go with a hot pussy.”

From my hiding place on the other side of the wall I could clearly see her face reflected in the mirror in the headboard, and I knew it was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen – my cock still hard, but too sensitive to touch. Her eyes, which had been wide open when he had started stroking her full depth, were now shut tight. Her mouth was wide open in an almost silent scream of pleasure as he pounded his entire length into her, most certainly bumping her cervix with every plunge inside her. I watched as she actually arched her back and pushed herself back at him, clearly wanting everything he had to give. “Ohhhhhhh God fuck me” she screamed out as he gave her exactly what she wanted. Faster and faster he drove himself into her, hammering her most tender flesh with hard deep strokes.

“Ccccccoming again, Oh my God I’m coming again” she cried out, and I could tell from his shortened strokes and the jerking of his hips that he was there too.

Then he buried himself inside her one last time, and he couldn’t hold back his own cry of pleasure as her wildly orgasming pussy sucked the cum out of his body, his hips jerking and his body convulsing with hers as they shared a mutual orgasm and his hot seed filled her to overflowing.

I continued to watch silently as they slowly slid down that post orgasmic slope together, their bodies both shuddering slightly with the aftershocks. Finally, after several minutes, he allowed her body to slump forward onto the bed, and his still thick cock pulled from inside her with a plop.

“I’ll get us a towel and something to drink” he said as he climbed from the bed and bent over and kissed her shoulder.

I waited until he started down the stairs, and then quietly crawled back into my bed, knowing that I had just witnessed the hottest fuck I had ever seen or heard anywhere in my life.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but smile, confident that she would be back again!!