1. Clarissa's Tattoo


    Date: 9/26/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: Ruthie, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    will. The night clerk lifted Clarissa up in his arms, spun her around as if dancing, nibbling her ear, her neck, as she whispered her desire. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me.” The man outside the window squeezed himself as the night clerk spun Clarissa to the bed, lifting her to her knees. He couldn't hear the sound of the smack to Clarissa's pretty ass, nor what the man said, but he could see her lips as she turned her head back to him, knew that she was saying, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” The words exploded in the voyeur's mind, and in moments, he felt the spasms as his balls emptied themselves against the cinder-block walls. He gasped in pleasure, then blushed in embarrassment and shame, whispering to himself, “Too soon. Always too soon.” Still he could not turn his eyes away, couldn't make himself stop watching. Clarissa felt the man's cock opening the doors of her treasure, felt the tip of his cock spread the tender lips of her cunt and enter her. He slid himself in and out of her in a soft rhythm, his speed and intensity increasing as she urged him, “Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard.” He became like a driving piston inside her, driving her almost to madness. “Fuck me harder,” she urged him. “Fuck me raw.” He slammed in and out of her, his cock driving deeply inside her with each thrust. Her cries of pleasure were audible even through the door. The voyeur felt himself stiffening again. Wanting, but unsure exactly what he wanted, the young man's cock driven deep into his own ...
    ass or the deliciousness of Clarissa's pussy wrapped around his dick. Both, he wanted both. Clarissa was coming, her body moving back against her lover. The night clerk tensed, pumping his come into Clarissa, then withdrew his still hard cock, offering it to her lips like a peppermint stick. She took his cock into her mouth, tasting their mingled juices, cleaning him. He took more juices from her, using his fingers like a soup spoon, nourishing her appetite. There was movement outside the room, a bump against the window. “I have to run,” Clarissa said. “The hubby is probably getting antsy.” She picked her robe up off the floor, put it over her shoulders, then grabbed up her swimsuit. “Again tomorrow?” the night clerk asked. “I wish,” she said. “We'll be checking out tonight.” She kissed him softly on the lips, then walked out the door. The voyeur leaned against the rail, his breath still ragged, his come still wet against the wall. “Have fun?” she asked him. “Yes. Did you?” “Always,” she said. “All I want to do is make you happy.” She took his hand and led him back to their room, where the air conditioning was turned so low it gave her goosebumps. She turned to her husband, letting the robe fall off, and letting him take her chilled body into his arms. Three hours later they stood together at the motel desk, checking out. “Hope you enjoyed your stay,” the night clerk said. “We'll be looking forward to your next visit.” “Thank you,” Clarissa's husband said, handing the night ...
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