She called out with a moan that was thick and raspy, which came right from her loins. It resonated in the cheap dirty hotel room with dingy lights and what barely passed for a clean bed. The room made her feel even more dirty, degraded and despicable. She felt humiliated for being naked, fucked and used in this place, like a piece of trash that doesn’t deserve the basic human rights of a clean room.
She innately know's that she's rolling in filth, in dirty obscene filth. It fills every inch of her being inside and out, as well as covers every inch of her as this room covers her body in it. But it’s befitting of her stature, her position in life, who she is as a slut. At least that is what the man pumping his cock inside her has been telling her since the moment she arrived. And as she listens to him, she knows he is right. It's exactly how she feels about herself right now. But to be here frees her from her bonds. It transforms her into a creature that is more lustful, desired and sensuous than her day to day prison of subdued, overlooked, meek existence gives her.
Within his arms, under his body, him between her legs gyrating and thrusting inside her as if she’s nothing but a wet velvety hole to fuck, his vigorous humping has her caged and she cannot escape as she serves as his sex meat. She tells herself that at least she’s desired. At least she’s being a woman.
Under him, she is in a tight confined small space that prevents her from being able to move. It captures her and traps her to his desire so he doesn’t have to fight against her in order to cum deep inside of her, his own gratification being fulfilled. Feeling him above her, hovering his body just above her erect nipples, she can feel his heat, his presence, his body moving and straining to get his lust satisfied with her body. Though she feels cheap
and lowly, she can’t help but enjoy how he feels above her, inside her. His tempo is just right as it’s causing her to really start to feel good inside. And that pleasure is why she allows him to do what he does.
She can feel his cock, thick, long and hard sliding through her body, the ridge of his straining head scraping her walls and giving her that extra sensation that she desperately wants more of. She’s unable to physically spread her legs wide enough to let him in deeper into her. She can’t arch her back far enough to have him suck her small tits, her nipples, those fucking tingling nipples that beg to be bitten.
Her body is physically compelled to arch, then fall as she must rock her pussy for him, to pleasure him with her pussy so that she will be more appreciated than others he may have had. But she cannot resist the need to arch again as it feels so fucking wonderful. She bucks against her cage, but his arms are too strong, too powerful and big for her to break his containment of her. She drops her back letting his 8 inches plunge into her.
“Oh god.. Fuck me. Please fuck me. Harder, harder, harder.”
She can feel his body in her hands, his muscles bulging and relaxing as they contract and stretch. The feel of a body that is not hers between her legs, over the top of her. In her hands. She can feel him lusting for her, needing her as she has the only thing he wants, her sex.
She reaches up and grabs a hold of his head as he sucks and licks and pulls at her nipple with his mouth. She runs her hands through his dark black hair, course yet soft. She balls up her hands and takes fistfuls of his hair as she tries to push his mouth harder and deeper into her tits. She needs to feel the pain, sharp and rough, that lightning of agony shooting from her breast that sends pure electricity right to her dirty cunt. She can feel the wetness, the sloppy wet thick lube as his body claps against hers.
Together they have created an impenetrable glide that allows him to ride her like a frantic teen about to have his first orgasm. She can feel his thrusts getting shorter, his back getting more arched as his teeth begins to tare her nipple. She lets out a scream as he cannot control himself the closer he gets to filling her fucking honey hole. The pain of his teeth actually ripping into her flesh causes her to need his cock even more as she relaxes and opens her pussy to his orgasm. As she feels the thrusting, jerking, reflexing ejaculation of his dick inside of her, it’s the sensation, the whole mental and complete image of being used so completely and sexually that she cannot control her own mental release of intense lustful desire as her body reacts to his cum and she orgasms like a whore. Her walls contracting, her body dipping into the pool of seaman inside her. As her body goes to
work doing its job as it is mean to, she is held helpless to his continued thrusting as she orgasms without any control over her own body as long as he keeps fucking her. His cock has control over her and she cannot do a goddamn thing about it, but spread her legs wider for him.
As his last spasm of cum is shot inside her, her orgasm breaks and she relaxes as her legs begin to shake immediately. Control over he own limbs are restored as she lets them wrap around her willing contributor of her lustful want. But it doesn’t last long as he quickly sucks her tits, gives them a slap and gets out of bed.
These interludes are always the same, the same tit slap and the quick exit. The pain of his hand on her tit hasn’t even subsided as he has his pants on already and is working on his shirt. The young cocky, self-assured stud pays her no attention as he quickly puts on his shoes and socks. She feels the cum he left behind beginning to roll from her crotch as he grabs his suit coat from the chair. He reaches in, pulls out his wallet, tosses $400 dollars on the bed and tells her to buy something nice for herself. He then heads for the door.
She watches this man leave the room, leaving her in filth of so many others which has been left behind before her. In a filth that she and he together have added to. She feels so used, dirty and filled with shame and remorse as she sees the small trickle of blood flowing from her throbbing nipple. He opens the door without even looking back. But before he can leave, she calls out to him. Maybe in a futile attempt to get even just a little affirmation of what she gave to him.
“Dear, don’t forget to pick up the kids after work,” she said breaking the cardinal rule of their lunchtime meets.
He stops in his tracks and for a moment she worries he is going to come back and spank her ruthlessly the way he does when she breaks the rules and shatters the fantasy. She can almost feel the burning, stinging pain on her ass already, the welts and the troubles she’s going to have sitting down at work at her desk. She bites her lip in eager anticipation of what he might do, if she will be punished for her insecurity. But instead, he smiles, has that twinkle in his eyes as he looks at his most beautiful adoring loving wife a man could have. He has that look in his eyes and that smile on his face as he gives her a wink before leaving to head back to work which sends her into orbit as she felt fucking alive.