The second time I hooked up with an assignation I used to have we met up at a hotel in Birmingham because it was halfway between where he was and where I was. It had been a month since I had seen him and I was already wildly hot for him. And he was a fantastic shag to boot.
I asked for a bath at reception as I had water sports related plans with him and they, not knowing the sheer sexual energy about to be unleashed on China Town, put us on a Quiet Floor. Which we didn't notice till we were on our way back to the station the next day.
As soon as we got to the room, I did what I always do on arriving in a hotel room, I went straight for the window so I could see the view. I don't know why I do it, I just like looking down on the world I think. I was wearing a little purple tartan mini skirt with safety pins up the side, my hair was in space buns and I was wearing big black boots along with my vest top. I was also wearing matching purple underwear, but he couldn't have told you that. He was just interested in getting me naked.
Apart from the skirt. He growled in my ear from behind me as he pulled my clothes from me "Keep the skirt on . And the socks." With absolutely no foreplay, he lifted my skirt, ripped my knickers off and pushed his cock into me with a sigh and a "that's better." It wasn't as if he needed to warm me up, if I hadn't already been dripping wet with the idea of fucking him again all the way there, that growl would have done it for sure.
He fucked me like a thirsty man being given a pint of water. Perfunctorily, determinedly, without thought for the vessel. It was hot as fuck. That man had my hair in his hand and was thrusting so hard that I thought I would go through the window. When he was close to cumming, he turned me round, pulled me to the floor by my hair and pushed his cock all the way down my throat, forcing me to swallow his cum, making my eyes water and my makeup run as I gulped and tried to breathe at the same time.
If I hadn't been lost to him already, that moment would have made me his. That was also the weekend I claimed his arse. But I am going to talk about pegging in another post. He pissed in my face that weekend, but I am going to talk about that in another post too. What I want to talk about is my belly.
Three kids, an eating disorder and menopause later, it is big, it is stretch marked and it is jiggly. And I hated it. Patriarchy in all its forms along with utter shit bag exes had left me feeling that my body was ugly. And this guy knew it. And he was having none of it.
After we got back from lunch, (5 Guys, not as exciting as it sounds) he made me strip for him. Slowly. In the middle of the room. " Stand there. Get naked. Slower." Then he made me get on my knees and suck his cock while he undressed himself. All the way through he murmured words of encouragement "good girl, there's my good girl" then pulled me up with both hands so I couldn't cover my stomach. Then he frogmarched me to the giant mirror in the bathroom, bent me over and slid into me.
And pulled me upright.
I was horrified. My belly totally on show in a way I couldn't hide it. I tried, but he pulled my hands away.
"Look at you. Beautiful. I know you hate it, but I don't. You are magnificent. That belly. I'm going to jizz on it. But first I am going to make you cum while you watch."
And that fucker slid out of me, onto the floor, and parked my cunt onto his face after telling me he would be cross if I closed my eyes. He started to eat.
And I watched. I didn't take my eyes off myself in the mirror. I rocked, I wriggled and he played my clit with his tongue while holding me steady by holding my ass. I looked wanton in the afternoon light of the mirror and I reached up and felt my belly. It was soft and yielding and beautiful. And he obviously liked its softness, its roundness. He had actually spooned me the last time we were together and held onto it while he fell asleep. As I was thinking that maybe I should get over myself, he reached up with one hand and grabbed it, moaning as he did.
That was it. I drowned that fucker I came so hard. I rocked and pushed my throbbing cunt into his face as I did so. I was so loud that they should probably have taken the Quiet Floor sign down.
When I was done, and that took quite some time, he laid me gently on my back on the floor, knelt astride me and while I watched him smile that sexy smile and grunt that sexy grunt, he proved himself true to his word and he spunked all over my belly. So much cum. So much.
I left it there for the next hour while we carried on fucking. And I didn't exactly wash it off. He did, with a flow of piss fit for a racehorse. But that is another story for another day.
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