Sorry for the format issue.I think my double line was the cause. Let's see if this is any better. As for the story, the build up is kind of long, and I needed to advance the plot. So if you are only interested in the sex, scroll down to the double starred line. I won't be offended.
Mindy is having the worst day of her life. For this weekend, Mindy is my very reluctant sex slave. Today is Saturday, 6 PM, and I’ve just finished whipping Mindy with a riding crop, violating all three of her orifices, and finished by cumming in her mouth. With my orgasm compete, I made her show me the jizz, before she gulped it down.
Why would anyone put up with this, you ask? Well, Mindy, over the course of a couple years, stole $30,000 from her church building fund. The church books are to be audited on Monday and Mindy will be busted. In addition to worrying about jail, Mindy was only able to take the money because her boyfriend/fiancé is the church treasurer. He will be disgraced and certainly dump her. Mindy is twice divorced, with two kids, and is certain this is her last real chance for love. She really wants this money problem to just go away, and then she can begin living without the fear of going to jail or losing her man.
OK, so how is getting butt fucked by me, helping with any of this? Well, up until a week or so ago, it wouldn’t have. But, I just received a 1.75 million dollar check. My wife of 25 years was killed by a pharmaceutical error, and the company really wanted to avoid a messy, public lawsuit. My lawyer was able to negotiate a large settlement, even after he took his cut. Co-worker Mindy figured I might just give her the money. I figured Sexy Mindy might just use that very fine body of her’s to earn what she needed. I told her the pain and humiliation would teach her a lesson about gambling. Gambling is where the money went, and why she is in this predicament.
So, now that you’re caught up, we find Mindy is now sobbing, naked on our hotel room bed.
“I want dinner. Go pull your self together, and let’s go get another steak.” I said.
Mindy looked at me with bewilderment on her face, but becoming more in control.
“H..h..how can you be so…so.. nonchalant? How can you be so mean?’ she whined through her last sobs.
I beat her very shapely ass, partly because I enjoy it, but mostly because she wounded my male pride. Petty? Ya, so sue me. It’s my $30,000 and I’ll enjoy it, my way.
“Mean? Do you remember why you are here?” I countered, with no anger, as sex with Mindy had drained it all way.
Mindy looked down, and had stopped crying. But, she did not answer.
“Answer me.” I said raising my voice just a little, but without any edge.
“Because I need the money.” Mindy replied softly, immediately knowing the direction this conversation was going.
“Why do you need the money?” I asked.
“Because I gambled it away!’ She snapped. “Why do you have to keep bringing that up?”
“Because, maybe if I do, and if this is unpleasant enough, it will stick in that pretty little head of yours and you won’t gamble away your chance for happiness. Does that sound mean?” I replied with just a little edge to my voice.
I answered with more conviction that I felt. I didn’t really care about what she would or would not do about her gambling. Mindy is a big girl, and can make her own decisions. But Mindy is also hot as blow torch in an Arizona summer. This play on her conscience is hopefully making her more pliable and respective to the worst I have to offer. If she thinks it’s for her own good, she’ll put up with it.
“So, you..you don’t hate me? You don’t think I’m a filthy whore, for doing all this for money?’
She was rationalizing now, but that worked for me.
“No, I don’t hate you. I’ve always liked you. And, I don’t think you’re any kind of whore.” I started
“You’re just making a huge sacrifice to save your relationship and atone for your sins. All the pain is just payment for what you have done, and would do to John, if your sins are discovered. You’re just paying your debt to society” I answered, quite sincerely.
I have always liked Mindy; she is very easy on the eyes. And “whore” is a word that is overused in my opinion. Women use sex to get things of monetary value or to manipulate men all the time. Some are called whores, some aren’t. I like to think Mindy and I are just making an arm’s length business transaction, like any good American consumers would. The atonement part is sincere enough, although it might be a stretch to think I should be the one collecting on her debt.
“You like looking at me” she said with the beginnings of a smile.
“You are a handsome woman, and I like poking you even more. But, I’ve always and still do, respect you, really. I don’t think you’re a bad person; just a good person in a bad situation, that you are trying to fix. Now, go get ready, so we can eat. I’m hungry”
She brightened, got up, and I admired the sachet of Mindy’s shapely ass, her long tan legs, and the criss-cross of red marks the riding crop had left on her bottom. It really got me hard when I spanked her. The feeling of power and domination sent blood rushing to my groin. There was nothing like a woman begging for you to stop inflicting pain; knowing that she can nothing but beg, and you alone control her and the situation.
I was starting to get hard again. I really was going to write that letter to Pfizer.
Ten minutes later, Mindy came out wearing heals and a simple pull over sun dress. It looked great on her, but did not come close to the slutty outfits she had worn for me before.
“Ohhhhh” I whined “What happened to the slutty clothes I have come to know and love?”
She gave me a nervous, half grin, and then said, with trepidation
“I wasn’t sure if I should.” She started, and then added with a tone implying both excitement and worry.
“You got upset with me, because I suggested I knew what you liked.”
“I know. But, feel free to dress as slutty as you want. That will always put me in a good mood.” I said and then added
“How’s your butt?”
“It hurts, but the marks aren’t as bad as I thought they’d be. I think they will be gone tomorrow. I don’t know how I would explain them to John. It’s not like I could say I fell down.” She said matter of factly.
“I guess you will just have to be a sluttly, little angel, now won’t you?” I replied
Mindy didn’t reply and we left the room and got on the elevator. I decided to check her ass for myself. I put my hand under her dress and traced Mindy’s bare thigh to her bubble shaped bottom. I felt her tense, but she did not shy away. I had not hit her any where near as hard as I could, but the thin reed still could leave a welt. I could feel the raised lines on her bottom, and I gently caressed her abused butt.
“Thanks” she said. I gave her a raised eyebrow.
“For not squeezing by butt cheek” she replied and then added a few seconds later
“…and for helping me with my money problem and my gambling issue.” She paused and then continued.
“You know, we are in the biggest gambling mecca in the world and I haven’t thought of playing the slots even once.”
The elevator announced the ground floor, and we got off.
“I have kept your mind, and all the rest of you, busy.” I offered.
“True, but I just don’t feel the want anymore.”
“You can thank me later” I winked at her.
She rolled her eyes at me.
We made it to the restaurant and were seated. We got the same waiter as before.
“Hello, Sir. My name is Brian. Welcome back and thank you for the generous tip, yesterday. If there is anything, anything I can do to make your evening more enjoyable, please do not hesitate to ask”
I wasn’t sure what he meant with the second anything, but he did give a sideways glance to Mindy. We ordered our drinks and meal, and settled in.
“C…Can we talk about the spankings” Mindy began very tepidly.
“What about them?” My tone making it clear she was treading into dangerous ground.
“Please don’t get mad and, and hear me out, OK? She began quickly.
“If I go home with marks, John is going to ask questions I can’t answer without confessing everything. If I do that, then all I have gone through will have been for nothing. I might as well quit and just go home, now” She added. I did not respond, so she kept going on, with a little more confidence.
“If you promise not to spank me, anymore, I will…”
“You’ll do what?” I cut her off, with a bite to my words. “You already have to do everything I want for another day. What else do you have to offer?”
“I’ll give you another day.” She spat it out like she was worried it would burn her tongue
“Didn’t I paddle your ass once for this suggestion? I’m not dumb. Once you get the money, you are never going to even talk to me again, much less let me touch you.”
“Y..yah. You did. But, I promise. Really I will do it. You pick another day, give me enough notice to get away, and I’m yours for another day, back home.”
“And, exactly how would I enforce this bargain, if you back out? I queried
‘I…I don’t know!” she said exasperated. “Please, I promise. I just can’t go home with my butt looking like it has been whipped!”
“You’re trying to make a deal with the devil. I really enjoy fucking you and another day sounds very appealing. But, if you back out, I have 1.75 million ways to figure out how to get what I want. That could cause a variety of damage, you know. Be sure about this. I will not accept an excuse.”
“Does that mean you’ll do it? She added with a restrained emotion
“Another full day; Mindy is my sex slave; just like we are doing now. In exchange no more spankings. Right?”
“No more spanking here or back home” she countered.
“No more spankings here or back home, except with my bare hand”
“No more spankings here of any kind, back home, hand only, and I’ll come up with a special treat for you tonight.”
“Deal. You ass is safe from spankings; but grabbing, pinching and fucking it are still on the menu” I added.
“Uh, I know” she said, probably feeling how sore her ass still was.
Our steaks arrived and Mindy made a point of downing a lot of booze. She had the waiter bring two shots of Jack Daniels before dinner, (she did not even offer to share) nearly a full bottle of wine with dinner, and another shot of JD right as we were leaving. I was wondering if she was going to be conscience for this special treat she was planning.
We finished dinner, after which I left another c-note for Brian. I was leading Mindy back to the room when she stopped me and said.
“For my special treat, we need to go the store to get some things, OK? It will be worth it, I promise.” Mindy said, not slurring her words, but her cheeks were pink and her tone bubbly.
What the hell, I thought. We had the valet get us a cab, and Mindy got with the driver and told him what she needed. We hopped in the back, got on I-15 and headed north.
All the action was on the strip, so I asked,
“Where the hell are we going?”
“Patience, stud. You have to indulge me” Mindy answered.
“No, I don’t.” I replied
She turned to me, wrapped one arm around me, and pulled me into a deep French kiss. At the same time her free arm reached for my lap, which I assumed meant she would be fondling Bruno. Bruno was disappointed, as she found my hand, and moved it to her round, C-cup breast. I liked that. I could feel her nub through the thin dress, as I kneaded her melon. She broke the embrace for long enough to ask in a slow, pleading voice;
“Pleeeeeeease, it will be worth it”
I nodded and she squealed her delight and went back to her wet kisses. She must have noticed Bruno was being neglected, because as I was feeling her up, she went to work on my cock, rubbing it through my pants. I was rock hard and trying to get comfortable, in just seconds. I was about to have the driver find a secluded spot, when he exited on to Charleston, and we were soon in a Wal-Mart parking lot.
“Could I pretty please, with lots of sugar on top, have a few hundred dollars?” she asked in voice syrupy enough to put on pounds.
I raised my eyebrows, but Bruno was telling me to give her the damn money and hurry this along. He had been stroked to full attention and wanted to come out to play. So I gave her the money.
When Mindy walked off she said
“Now you boys behave.”
I was wondering if she meant me and Bruno, or me and the cab driver. Snapping back to the present, I had to admire her body as she walked away. Mindy is 37, but passes for 10 years younger. She had brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and is about 5’ 7”. I love when she is in heels, as they make her long legs look like they go to the moon. Not quite, they only go to her very shapely bubble butt. She does her leg exercises, and it shows. She has full, C-up breasts, with nipples that protrude about half an inch, making them look chronically erect. When she goes without a bra, which has been this whole trip, she gets constant stares and plenty of dirty looks from other girls. More than one staring guy has been slapped back from fantasyland by his woman.
I made small talk with cab driver, watching my money tick away for about 30 minutes. My hard on was long gone, and I was getting irritated. I wanted some of Mindy’s body. She got back in, kissed me, and cooed;
“Don’t be mad at me. You gonna like this, really”
Then she leaned and whispered, so our driver could not hear
“The thought of what I’ve got planned has me excited.”
She guided my hand under her dress, and sure enough her cunt was nearly leaking out onto her dress.
“Driver?” Mindy asked. “Where is the nearest hotel?”
“The Stratosphere is just down the road a bit” he answered
“Perfect. Take us there, please” she said
Now we’re talking; I thought. Let’s get Mindy in a room and I can stuff her ass full of cock. She seemed to be thinking the same thing, as she leaned over and began to perform mouth to mouth. That succeeded in bringing Bruno back to life, and soon we were wrestling around in the car. I was going to do her right there, when all to quickly, we pulled in the valet area of the Stratosphere.
“Now go get us a room, take this upstairs,” she began and handed me one of her two bags
“..and then come back down. We’re almost there, K?” she finished brightly
“K, my ass.” I was thinking and about to object, when Mindy beat me to it, by saying.
“There is a ping pong paddle in that bag. If you aren’t pleased with my idea in 30 minutes, I release you from your end of the bargain. You can spank my butt until it’s black and blue, and I will still give you your day back home”
A bit stunned, I got out and went inside and got a room. They weren’t busy, so I was back in 15 minutes. Then we were off, back the way we came. About five minutes later, we pulled into the packed parking lot of a strip club called “Little Darlings” I looked at her, puzzled.
“We are going to go watch strippers?” I asked cautiously.
“It’ll fun, don’t you think? Please, just go in and get us table. I’ll meet you there, in a few minutes. I have to go to the ladies room. ” she explained. “Oh, and you should probably pay our driver to hang around.”
Completely befuddled, I gave the cabbie a $100, as an advance on our fare, and asked him to wait. I was expecting grief, but he had a big grin on his face; maybe he was in on it. So we went inside, paid the cover, and Mindy swished off (love that ass) to find the ladies room. I decided to sit at the stage. If Mindy wanted to see strippers, we might as well have a front row seat. I was looking forward to seeing her blush.
I got my chair and a pretty girl brought me a soda. Little Darlings is a pop shoppe. The girls get completely naked, but the blue laws don’t allow alcohol served in a place that goes all the way. Kinda dumb, and I really could use a beer. I’d only had one at dinner.
As I sat down, a 20-something dancer was just exiting to more applause, from the back of the room, than I thought her body, and what little of her performance I saw, deserved. Who am I to judge?
Cee Lo Green started singing Fuck You, which has a nice beat, but might not be the best message song in this situation. The two 25ish guys sitting a few chairs to my left seemed to really like the new girl that was coming out to dance. She was blonde, pretty, slim, smallish boobs, and wearing a cheerleader’s outfit. Always a favorite of mine. She danced and skipped around to all the guys, paying a lot of extra attention to the two youngsters. I decided to get the party going, and I threw out a $5.
By this time she was in the middle of the stage, sliding up and down the pole, giving it a nice shine with her panties, but little else. She was pretty and all, but she didn’t really know what she was doing. Beside me the boys were hooting and hollering like she was doing a donkey on the stage. There was another table behind me doing the same.
“You got no shot, grandpa!” one of the kiddies laughed and motioned to my tip “She’s going home with us.”
Grandpa? I thought. I was close to twice their age, but I’d bet I could still kick their ass. Well, one at a time, anyway. I just looked over and sang along with the last of Cee Lo, as he finished his ballad to his gold-digging ex. The boys didn’t see the humor in that, but didn’t push it. They turned their attention back to the stage and our little blond cheerleader.
She began her second song, dancing to some rap number I was not interested in. I was starting to get a little bored with this. She wasn’t any good, and when she took her sweater off, I saw that she was covered in tattoos. What a fucking turn-off. She should have lit up a cigarette while she was at it. She danced with enthusiasm, and got completely naked, so I offered up $10, for the effort. I also was hoping to draw a little attention for my somewhat bruised ego. No luck. She hardly acknowledged me, and was dancing enthusiastically for the two boys, who had offered up a buck each. What the hell is going on. These girls work for tips. Tweedledee and Tweedledumb started in on me again.
‘Told you, Pappy! She is all ours!’ and they laughed the whole time
Mercifully, the song ended. At least I was going to get to paddle Mindy’s ass. I was not having fun.
“Thank you!” blared the DJ “That was Rah-Rah Raquel, showing all she’s got at amateur night here at Little Darlings! Next up is….. wait,….. line-up change……Here we go! Give it up for, Miss Priss!”
“Amateur Night?” I thought.
Well that explains the shitty dancing and why I got ignored. She probably was going to bang them tonight. And speaking of banging, where the hell was Mindy? I was about to get up to go find her when the sound system started blaring the start of Motley Crue’s Girls, Girls, Girls; a strip club classic and my all time favorite. My mood bottomed out, and started a climb the other direction. I decided to sit through one more song, and hope this girl was at least tolerable.
I looked to the girl coming out. She was back lit somewhat, so I couldn’t make out her face. She was older than the last girl, more pronounced curves, more weight, but definitely not fat. She had a nice figure, and when she turned profile, I could see she her tits were definitely acceptable. Straining my eyes, I thought I could make out nipples. My hopes were rising.
She was wearing conservative cloths, which I immediately recognized as the naughty librarian look. She had a white blouse that buttoned in the front. It was tucked into to a mid-thigh skirt, which hugged her hips and thighs. Black high heels completed the ensemble. Her brown hair was pulled up into a bun, and she was wearing black rimmed glasses.
At the motorcycle intro for the song, Miss Priss started to skip across the stage, parallel to me. Mick Marr’s familiar chords rang in and then Vince Neil let loose informing all that it was Friday night and he needs a fight. I was liking the way this girl skipped. Her bra tethered tits were bouncing right along to Nikki Sixx’s base. She had great legs; long, tan, and the tone of a runner. She had a nice bubble pooch, under her skirt where her ass was currently residing.
Something was tickling my sub conscience at the very moment Miss Priss turned and I got my first good look at her face.
It was Mindy!
I was stunned. Was Mindy, the 37-year-old-church-going-soccer-mom, really going to strip down to nothing and show her shaved cunt to any dude with a dollar? Like I said; stunned. Or at least most of me was. Bruno was trying his best to look over the stage to get a peek for himself.
I’m guessing Mindy had taken a jazzercise class or something, because she was getting into it. She was all motion, working the whole floor with deep knee bends, her skirt riding up, as she waved her knees to the beat of music; bouncing and skipping, twirling, and dancing, from one spot to the other. She even paused for a minute to do a drum solo with Tommy Lee. The crowd was eating it up, cheering and whooping by the time she was half finished.
That included my two favorite girl watchers. The pair had the dumb look most guys get in strip clubs when the dancer comes close. Other chairs at the table had begun to fill, and dollar bills were appearing. Mindy tried a little bit on the pole, but it wasn’t her thing. She untucked her blouse and spent a lot of time teasing the guys by lifting her skirt to show off her tan legs and more and more of her ass as the song progressed. A few buttons had managed to become undone, allowing brief glimpse of her thin red bra, which did nothing to hide her very hard nipples.
The first thing to actually come off was her glasses, which she whipped off and threw across the stage. Then her hair came down with a spirited bend at the waist, a head shake and flip. Mindy did not look so Miss Priss any more. She strutted, skipped, and danced with lots of power and enthusiasm. Every guy sitting at the stage had the same longing look. I knew they were all as hard as I was and dying to see her naked.
By the time the motorcycle roared the song to a conclusion, the stage was full, and Mindy was sweaty and breathing hard, but she had not touched any of her tips. I was just wondering if Mindy was really going to strip naked for this crowd of guys, as A.J. Pero’s sticks signaled the start of Twisted Sister’s We’re Not Gonna Take It.
Mindy began enthusiastically bouncing to the beat, and when Dee Snider began his vocals, she started strutting to the beat, right towards the Bobbsey Twins. She was still 10 feet away when Ojeda, French, and Mendoza joined in with the guitars. That was Mindy’s cue to rip her blouse open, scattering buttons everywhere, and causing the kiddies to actually jump. Her bra still hid her breasts, but they were straining to come out, and her chest shone with perspiration.
She threw off the blouse, and kept advancing, almost angrily, toward the pair. She stopped in front of the boys, who were actually leaning back and away from her. Mindy pivoted, to face away, squatted down, flipped her hair back, gave them her best fuck-me-look and asked for help with her bra. I grinned as Thing #1 shook like a leaf trying to undo the hooks. Mindy did not help as she bobbed up and down to the music, giving a panty covered beaver shot to the guys across the stage.
She felt the hooks finally yield and scooped up the boys’ tips. Mindy threw them into the middle of the stage, with one hand, as she held her boobs and bra with the other. She danced her way in my direction and clasping the center of her bra, yanked it down and off with one motion. Mindy was topless in front of a crowd of hooting strangers. She twirled the bra over her head, and her cherry topped, breasts bounced circles with her effort. I was dumb-stuck, but very aroused. I could not wait to get my hands on her.
My two favorite guys had recovered themselves and were going back after me. I had put a $20 out during her first song. The denomination had not gone unnoticed.
“Hey, Grandpa, you trying to buy you some titties? You got no shot! We’re taking this one home, too!”
Mindy continued to dance over to me, stopped, put her foot on the $20, and while looking at the two kiddies, exaggeratingly kicked it off the table and onto the floor. She then squatted down to give me an up close view, turned her head to the boys and stuck her tongue out at them.
I grinned stupidly at Mindy’s tits. They were exquisite as always, but the sweat from her workout, made them glisten and called to be touched. Her nipples were about half their normal size, as they had constricted from the cold, her own arousal, and the extra bounce they were getting.
I was sitting on my hands, not wanting temptation to get the best of me and risk getting tossed out. Mindy bounced up and down on her heels, her breasts keeping time with the music. With no warning, Mindy grabbed the back of my head and buried it in between her tits, shaking them and me violently. I drew a quick surprised breath, and held on to my chair. When I was allowed to come up for air, I saw that both boys had their mouths open, and their eyes wide.
What Mindy had just done was against the rules and one bouncer was trying to get her attention. She gave him a pouty lip and danced away. Mindy unzipped her skirt, danced it off, and kicked it to center stage, with a flourish. She pranced, danced, kicked, squatted and played with her tits in front of 15 strange guys, plus me. It was not long before she was ready to be bare-assed naked. She stomped over to me, in time with Dee Snider telling the world that Mindy was not going to take it anymore. Mindy spun herself, very artfully, down to the ground, at a distance far enough away to make the bouncer rest easy.
Mindy rocked back on her ass, with one leg out, one bent, and her squirming from side to side, working the panties down. She looked me in the eye the whole time, feeding my desire to take her. She took a few seconds to get her panties off and then threw them to me, which I deftly caught. She had really done it; she was completely naked in a crowd of strange, hooting, lust crazed men.
Mindy rose up like a crab with her legs wide, letting me see her glistening cunt. A quick roll onto her belly, and then she thrust her legs apart for a different, but more inviting view. All could see that her cunt was wet and ready. Right above it, her perfect little starfish was almost begging for a cock.
Breaking my spell, she brought her legs back together and dry humped the stage quickly. I watched her ass contract and relax, and began to fantasize about doing her, right here. Almost like she could read my mind, Mindy rolled back into a sitting position; legs crossed and covered her boobs, feigning embarrassment. She had never stopped looking at me, even staining to look back when she was on her stomach.
Then all at once, she was up on her feet, smiling brightly, and giving most of the rest of the boys a peak at her sweaty body, and a few, her pussy, too. She did stick her tongue out at the Bobbseys again, as she danced right past them.
Then the song was over. To thunderous applause, Mindy put her ruined blouse back on, slipped into her skirt and got down from the stage. She walked over and planted a deep, lustful kiss on me. As we broke the lip lock, I looked over at the kiddies, tossed them Mindy’s panties and said
“See ya, snot-nose.”
Mindy just stuck her tongue out at them again. We made our way for the door, as fast as we could. Someone behind us wanted Mindy and I to stop and wait a second. I had other plans. We hustled out, with Mindy tying up her blouse, into a make shift halter. As we got into the cab, I practically shouted.
“Stratosphere! And there is an extra hundred in it if you can beat 4 minutes!”
I told the driver, not bothering to check my watch.
The taxi roared off, with Mindy and I in the back seat.
“That was so fucking hot!” I pronounced as I lustily pulled Mindy to me. She came enthusiastically; her buttonless blouse barely concealing her heaving chest.
“I want you!” Mindy pronounced as our open mouths met and we began to kiss passionately.
We were madly trying to disrobe each other, as we were bounced around in the back of the cab, our own haste impeding our progress. One of my hands went up to uncover Mindy’s heavy breasts, while my other hand was frantically, running the length of her smooth, toned thigh, searching for the hem of her skirt. I so desperately wanted to pull it up and gain access to Mindy’s cunt, which I knew would be on fire.
Mindy was blindly trying to undo my pants with one hand, helping me get her skirt up with the other, and trying to kiss me as deeply as leverage would allow. I succeeded in getting her skirt up far enough to allow access to her pussy. I thrust two fingers inside, and it was dripping. Mindy moaned her approval as the odor of her arousal filled the cab. There was no mistaking her desire. I brought my wet hand up to her face and she inhaled my fingers, as I moved down to start sucking on her neck.
The cabbie was doing his best to earn his tip, zipping in and out of traffic, and bruising a few stoplight laws. Mindy got my pants undone and was frantically attempting to unsheathe my cock. She succeeded and my aching cock was out in the fresh air. Mindy, breathing hard from excursion, both past and present, pushed me back, gaining some room. Then she dove into my lap, taking my cock deep into her mouth. She began to bob up and down with the haste of a starving woman. After going from having my cock restrained to deep in Mindy’s hot, wet, and tight, mouth, I was light headed with pleasure.
“Almost there!’ the cabbie called out, not the least bit ignorant of what had been going on in his back seat. Mindy, to my annoyance, withdrew and started to rearrange her blouse. But, she was right. We were bumping into the valet area, as she came up. I glanced at the meter as I was trying to get my cock under control, and back in my pants. It said $58.20. I found two hundreds, forgetting I had advanced him one already, and handed them to him as I stumbled out of the cab. I had one thing in mind, getting Mindy to that room and fucking her until she could not walk.
We half ran through the casino to the elevators and began making out and petting heavily as we waited for the conveyance to arrive. Mindy kisses were full, wet, and deep. My hands were roaming her body, squeezing and caressing each curve. I was fighting the urge to rip the clothes from her body. Mindy’s hands were all over me, traveling up and down my back and ass, adding to my arousal and frustration. Mindy was moaning into my mouth, seeking an outlet for her lust as we waited.
“Where the fuck was that elevator?” I thought.
It dinged, opened, and no one was there. We hurried in and I practically threw Mindy to the back corner as both of my hands went to find her skirt. We renewed our ardent tongue play, as I pulled her skirt up in jerky motions until I had it bunched up to her hips. I reached behind her and started to knead her bare ass, working my body between her legs. Mindy’s full ass cheeks were still slick with sweat, and possibly her own juices. That thought spurred my kissing and fondling to be more aggressive, as I was increasingly getting to the point of no return.
I was hoping Mindy would be undoing my pants, so I could fuck her right here in the elevator, but she was only rubbing my cock, heightening my sexual frustration. I moved my hands from her ass, up to her chest with the intent of ripping it off her ripe body. She felt me work my hands to a vantage point that would do just that, and she broke our kiss.
Breathlessly, she huffed and looked me longingly in the eyes,
“Not here. I want you to rip my cloths off in our room, and fuck me until I scream!
She didn’t wait for my answer as she pulled me to her, attacking my mouth with a passion I had not thought possible. Her hands moved behind me to aggressively knead my ass as she sought a way to control her own thirst.
Mercifully, the elevator had not stopped for hitchhikers and opened on our floor. I grabbed Mindy’s hand, and we ran to the room, Mindy’s boobs spilling out in the process. I had the door open in a second, and we got in far enough for the door to clear us. I pulled Mindy into me to resume enjoying her wet and inviting mouth. My hands, of their on volition found her waist, and met at the zipper in back. I quickly began unhooking, unzipping, and then ripping the garment apart at the zipper. I let it fall to ground, useless; leaving Mindy naked below the waist.
My hands moved up to finish getting Mindy exposed for my assault. Our faces were slick with sweat and saliva, but we continued to kiss deeply, and with more throat, as the copular moment approached.
Mindy’s blouse had only a few buttons, that had been spared, but I destroyed them as I pulled the blouse apart. Mindy’s delicious breasts were bare, shiny with sweat and heaving. Her desire to be stripped naked, in a violent manner, was fulfilled. Only the violation of her body remained.
Mindy was working on my pants as she shrugged out of the remnants of her clothes, and then drug me over to the bed. I pulled her up short, kissed her hard once more, as she worked my pants free. When I felt the waistband loosen, I quickly broke off our embrace to take off my shirt as she pulled my pants and underwear down.
Near mad with desire, I pushed Mindy onto the bed, and finished off my pants.
I barely had time to admire Mindy lying back on the bed, her legs spread invitingly, but not wide. Her legs were off the bed, with her tight little ass on the edge of the mattress, as she leaned back on her arms, and looked at me, hungry and frustrated by the short delay.
I quickly took in her full breasts, with her normally erect looking nipples, now looking like cherry gumdrops, advertising the degree of attention her whole body was crying for. Her pussy was swollen, causing the lips to part slightly, begging for something to fill it.
My cock pulled me towards Mindy; I rushed in between her legs and with no foreplay or hesitation, I buried myself into her hot, wet, cunt. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt myself go deep into her love canal. I immediately felt a light-headed elation, as partial relief was granted to me.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh” Mindy moaned and shivered. “God, that feels good!”
Mindy continued to voice her pleasure and to egg me on.
“Oh, God! Now fuck me! Harder! Oh, God! Please! Fuck my pussy!
I needed no encouragement. I was a man possessed, pumping as hard and fast as I could. Each time I would find the bottom of Mindy’s pussy, my balls would slap against her ass, sending a small jolt of pleasure up my spine, and stabbing into my brain. This was all animal instinct, with no thought towards anything other than relieving the pressure in my groin.
I was pistoning as fast as I could. Mindy had spent two songs and a cab ride doing everything in her power to get me to the brink of explosion, I did not know how I could last much longer, and truth be told, I did not want to. Every fiber of my being was crying out for relief from the wall of lust that had been building.
“I’m getting close!” I exclaimed
“No!” Mindy shouted. “I want you in my ass!
She wanted me in her ass!? I was almost shocked back to reality; almost. The thought of Mindy telling me to fuck her incredibly tight, and vulnerable ass, almost pushed me over. Had it not been for all of the recent sex, Mindy’s ass would have been disappointed.
“Bag! There is lube in the bag!” she breathed out in a breathless and lusty voice.
Her proclamation spurred me into action, and I withdrew from Mindy’s box. I had the new, urgent goal of violating Mindy’s forbidden opening. I rushed over to the side of the bed to retrieve the KY Jelly. Mindy’s own desire compelled her to crawl over to meet me. She faced her backside to me and stuck her gorgeous ass in the air and begged, through ragged breaths;
“Hurry! Fill me full of your cock! Hurry! I need it in my ass!”
I very shakily slathered a handful of the jelly on my cock, refilled my hand and did my best to get Mindy’s anus ready for the intrusion. I did a hasty job on Mindy’s little butthole, and then my lust crazed cock ordered me to begin my anal assault.
I quickly guided my throbbing member to Mindy’s little brown eye. She took in a breath when she felt my head touch her back door. There was almost no hesitation, as I pushed in with a steady pressure. My lust filled delirium was complete as I felt the head of my organ penetrate her tight outer ring, and then quickly the whole head popped in. Mindy’s comfort was secondary at this point. I could not have paused for her to relax, even if I had wanted to. And I did not want to. I held back as much as could, but I did not stop once I was in. Not wanting to tear her apart, I was fighting the desire to bury my cock to the hilt with one mighty thrust. I still bottomed out in less than half a second.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Mindy cried out “Slowly! Please! You’ll rip me apart” “God, that still hurts!” she added that last more as a statement than a plea. The pain had temporarily cleared her head.
I could see only the red of my burning need to be free of the load building in balls. Buried deep inside Mindy’s bowel I could only restrain myself long enough to enjoy the now familiar tightness that surrounded my cock, and sent a shiver of anticipation up my spine. I backed out, and started to pump. The first in stroke was slow, but when I bottomed out again, and Mindy only moaned a low
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh”
It was like a pistol shot and I immediately began my sprint. After just a few strokes, I was at full speed, sprinting to the finish line. I was so worked up; there was going to be no stopping again.
“Fuck my ass!” Mindy yelled, not the least deterred by any pain or a lack of lubricant. Her desire for relief blotted out all other concerns.
“Harder!” she begged, as she reached underneath herself to begin working her pussy.
Mindy breathed is gaps and spurts, as she closed her eyes, laid her head to the side, and worked her cunt furiously. She was deeply into herself now and could only moan, groan and grunt as I ruthlessly pounded her ass. Mindy’s fingers tried to race her pussy to orgasm, and her own climax.
I was almost ready to blow, again. It could not last any longer. No force short of a bullet could stop me from cumming now.
Her ass was trying to squeeze my cock into submission, as Mindy’s own build up increased. I was using her hips to aid in slamming myself as deep into her bowels as I could. Mindy punctuated each thrust with a groan or grunt each time our bodies met in an increasingly more violent collision.
I began to erupt into her ass as I felt Mindy tighten her whole body and yell
“Godddddddddd! I’m cumming! Fuck!”
She stopped me dead, for a split second, but my own orgasm was driving me deep into her back door. I felt myself begin to empty by balls into Mindy’s ass. I pulled hard on her hips trying to force my juice as deep as I could and Mindy continued to voice her pleasure
“Yes! God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’
She was tense with her orgasm. We were cumming together but working against each other. I was desperately trying to push deep in to Mindy’s ass, feeling compelled to seek one more micro inch of Mindy’s bowel, with my final thrust.
Her orgasm was trying to squeeze me off. We were at a standoff. It hurt, but the pain was overwhelmed by such an intense pleasure I was on the verge of blacking out. I was seeing little points of light, when almost at once Mindy relaxed. I immediately gained another fraction of an inch, as my balls shot more of my lust deep into Mindy’s ass. I held Mindy’s hips against mine, with a white knuckled grip for just another moment, as I drained, and then relaxed, too.
I let out the breath, I had not known I was holding. My right hand followed the curved of her hip, waist, ribs, and then underneath to fondle Mindy’s heavy breast. I felt the weight of it, cupped it, and fondled it. After a few squeezes, which helped to coax my heart rate back down, I rolled us into a spoon position, popping my softening cock out of Mindy’s ass.
“That was the best sex of my life” I said through ragged breaths “You can throw that fucking paddle in the trash”
“Thank you, kind sir” Mindy said, also trying to catch her breathe. Then after a few seconds she added
“It rocked my world, too” and then as she eased back into a normal breathing pattern, she started to cry softly.
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