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F.M.B.

Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BelleFleure, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

to cover the goods. Teasing worked both ways. He sat there ogling my wares, lifted my used panties to his face and inhaled deeply, rubbing the crotch all over his nose and mouth. He adored my scent. Would gladly spend hours between my legs if I let him. He beckoned me. "Open your mouth." I did, and he shoved the panties in. "Muffles the screams," he explained. "On the bed." Standing, he allowed me to crawl onto the king size bed, admiring me. "Stay on all fours. Turn around. Face the mirror." With a deliberate slowness that nowhere near matched the engine revving inside me, I turned. In the mirror I saw desperation in my eyes. Gagged and waiting, dripping with want. He made me wait a little longer, before shuffling onto the bed on his knees, positioning himself behind me. He removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, peeled the dress up over my globes to bunch at my hips and smacked each cheek, playfully at first, becoming bolder, harder, eliciting cries that the panties absorbed. When I reached my pain threshold and was sure my bum was glowing red, I heard his fly, the rustle of his underwear, and felt the heat of his turgid cock at my entrance. "You want me?" I saw myself nod in the wardrobe mirror. "Slow?" I shook my head. "Hard?" A nod of affirmation. "You dirty fucking slut." He grabbed my hips and pressed forward, making me whimper into the panty gag. God it felt good. My pussy lips split and he filled me completely, pulling out roughly and slamming back in. I barely ... recognised the woman in the reflection. So wanton. Eyes begging to be fucked, expression melting with every forward thrust of his hips, mouth stretched around my own underwear. There was something animalistic about his performance. The gentleness of one or two previous hotel encounters a distant memory. With no loving embraces, this one was simply raw. Necessary. Frenzied. He leaned back, grabbed the heels of my boots and bucked into me, a solid staff amid my wetness. Using my forearms I pushed down against the bed, shoving myself harder against him, our bodies slapping into the bedroom between the music. "Yeah that's right. Fuck me, you horny slut. Your hot cunt is all mine, and worth every penny." I knew it already, but loved hearing it, groaning into the gag at his crude words, breathing heavily. He rummaged in his trouser pocket and tossed some twenties over my back. Utterly owned. Reaching forward, he sought my lips and pulled the gag from me, growling, "Who owns you?" "You do." "Who can do anything to your body?" My eyes flashed with need as I whispered. "You can." "Who?" Louder: "You can." "And when should I do it?" I chewed my lip, stared into his eyes via the mirror. "Now. Please do it now. Plea…" I was cut off by him stuffing my panties in my mouth again, after which he leaned back again to take in the view of my firm derriere bucking against his body. I could see the need in him welling up just before his hand raised. Another cascade of spanks rained down on my ...