1. What the Hell am I Doing? Ch. 5


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    me? **** her, plainly, where everyone could see her? See her being f***ed to take you? For you to spurt your hot, sticky seed into her? Make her helpless to you?” I had turned on my phone-sex voice now, purring softly, breathily speaking to him. His hand went to the wall next to us, while his other clenched into a fist. “See her in a skirt, maybe? Not wearing any panties, so she can fuck you in the bar? “ I kept up the stroking, long, slow teases of his shaft, barely touching the nerve endings. “Maybe she’ll have an accident, and her skirt will rise up, showing everybody what a slut she was?” He started to gyrate his hips now, and his pre-cum was dribbling. I leaned into him, and breathily whispered into his ear, ending with a soft lick of his lobe, before giving it a soft nibble, my breasts rubbing his arm. “OOOOOOooohhhhhhhhhhh!” and that was it. He exploded. I was surprised at how much semen he had, as it spurted into my hand, and across my wrist. His hips thrust hard into my palm,a nd I let him use my fingers to get his pleasure. I felt sorry for him, in a way. Here I was, a **** victim, and here this poor guy was, alone, away form home, and his only pleasure was watching. I was sure now that his watching Juan and me was the best sexual experience he’d had in a while. Now with my hand job, that would be twice in what, an hour or so? He’d probably just had the highlight of his year. He looked at me, and was growing very red, and embarrassed. Like he was ashamed. “I.. I’m ...
    so sorry... I... I just couldn’t help myself…” Now I felt really bad for him. I smiled, and lifted a finger to his lips… “Shhh... shhh… It’s ok… I wanted you to have this…. I know you couldn’t help me before, and now you are saving me, so you deserve this.” I was trying to feed his ego and heroic fantasies now. Whatever it took to get a towel and my room key. I smiled to him. “Please.. you should relax and lay down. Let me get you a towel to clean up with. May I use your sink? I should wash my hands now.” “Oh, absolutely. Please do what you need to.” His voice had that dreamy-like tone. If I could have wagered money, I’d have bet twenty-dollars he’d be asl**p in ten minutes. I would have lost. He was asl**p before I came back out from washing my hands. I smiled. Perfect. I went back to the bathroom, and started to softly splash water on me. Then I got one of the large towels, and wrapped it around myself, so I could make it look like I’d been swimming. The towel covered enough, but just barely. As I stepped out of his room, and softly closed the door behind me, I made eye contact with an older couple who were just arriving in the next room. His eyes were as big as saucers, as with my stance, the towel was wide-open, and exposed my pussy to him. His wife, however, was very obviously not approving. “Get inside, Arnie, so your eyes don’t fall out!” I turned, and made my way to the hotel desk, much more casually now. Yes, a careful observer could tell I was naked, but I was making ...