Smut Til You Drop (2 page)

He let go of my hair, removed his thumb, and
placed both hands on my shoulders. Oh fuck, here we go. He pulled
them back and rammed himself fully into me. GOD! SHIT! YES! He was
in control now and he was well past the point of stopping. He
reached his hands around my breasts, grabbed them tight and again
pulled my body completely into him, forcing him completely into me.
SHIT! Then he returned his hands to my shoulders and pulled them
back, once, twice, three times. On the third time I heard a soft
grunt and he held my pussy there while he shivered just a bit. GOD!
His cock shivering inside me sent me again into climax. Fuck! We
both fell into the tub with a sigh and a laugh. He picked up the
bottle, took a swig and handed it to me. I looked at him with
questioning eyes. He chuckled and explained that the suite was way
too big not to have sex in every room. Now that we had a nice bath,
it was time to get to business. Fuck, I love this man! I took a
swig and said a silent prayer of thanks for my husband who was not
only great in bed but couldn’t get enough.

The tub was a nice start but this suite was
too incredible to be happy with just getting off in the jacuzzi. We
dried off and headed downstairs to drink a few more cocktails. Both
wearing the bathrobes that were in the massive walk in closet, we
opened one of the better bottles of wine available in the dining
room and sat on the couch drinking, laughing and talking. 

Pretty soon I was getting that tingling
feeling from between my legs. I was ready to go again. I shifted my
weight slightly so my robe opened wider to the right, exposing most
of my breast. It took a minute to get his attention but soon I
found he was still talking but his eyes were locked on the tip of
my nipple that was peeking out from under the white terry cloth. I
shifted again so that the robe opened even wider and started
circling the rim of my wine glass with my index finger. My glass
was poised just between my exposed breasts. He was still talking
but his was fluency fading. I slipped my free hand around my breast
and began softly rubbing circles on my nipple. Then, I pinched the
tip and let out a soft moan. He stopped talking but was still
watching intently. I leaned back into the couch and lifted my right
leg up so my heel was just under my buttocks, giving him a full
frontal view of my pussy that was beginning to shimmer with
wetness.  

I downed the rest of my wine, set the glass
on the end table next to me and began rubbing both breasts with a
little more force. That’s better. I was watching him watching me.
He was getting hard beneath his robe and he shifted his weight to
as to give it some room. I kept one hand on my breast and moved the
other between my legs. I started rubbing slowly and softly at first
deliberately trying to get him all worked up. He leaned back into
the couch across from mine and let his robe fall open. His gorgeous
cock was standing at attention and it was all I could do from
jumping on it. He was teasing me too. I closed my eyes and began to
let my hand explore between my legs. I wanted his cock inside me
but I didn’t want the evening to end too quickly so I did my best
to satisfy my needs myself. I used one hand to spread my lips apart
and the other to rub my clit up and down several times before
dipping one finger into my warm, wet spot. I peeked to see if I was
getting the reaction I was looking for. He put his hand on his cock
and slowly moved it up and down. It was working. Fuck, I wanted
that cock. In went another finger, in and out, slowly with more
juices flowing and my nipples rock hard arching into the air while
he watched. He stroked himself again, slightly faster now. Fuck, I
needed that in me. In went a third finger and my other hand began
to rub my clit from side to side while I fucked myself. If I wasn’t
careful, I was gonna finish without him.

He let go of himself and poured us both full
glasses. He sat on the couch next to me, took a drink from his
glass, leaned in and kissed me. I started to turn towards him, but
he stopped me. Is the show over? I smiled, leaned back, spread both
my legs wide and continued to work the inside with one hand and the
outside with the other. He reached over and pinched my nipple.
Shit. He pinched the other. Fuck. Then he leaned in and sucked on
my nipple, hard. Fuck! I arched my back even farther. I was on the
brink when he couldn’t control himself any longer and slipped his
right hand between my legs as well. FUCK. I came immediately. So
many fingers, I didn’t know where he was going and I couldn’t stop
where I was headed. I began to buck and writhe against his hand.
Fuck me!

 
He got up off the
couch and leaned over me with his cock just above my head. I
reached up, grabbed the shaft, leaned forward, and I shoved that
beautiful cock into my mouth. I was trying to shallow it whole but
we were both way too close for that. After a minute, he pulled
back, pulled me up off the couch, spun me around, bent me over at
the waist and started rubbing my ass. He was using both hands and
stopping a bit too long and often at my asshole. I needed a good
fuck and I needed it now. PLEASE! He bent me over at the waist and
plunged it into me. FUCK! He reared back and did it again. Harder,
deeper. FUCK YES! Again, he pulled completely out and then shoved
his cock as far into me as it would go. Enough, fuck me! He put his
hands on my hips and started controlling me, back and forth, back
and forth, harder, faster. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK! AGAIN! FUCKKKK! As I
began to quake and cum all over him, he shoved it deep inside and
held my hips in place so I couldn’t move. My orgasm seemed continue
well longer than it should have but I wasn’t complaining.
  

I needed a minute to recover, so we found
our robes, again he filled our wine glasses and we moved to the
other side of the living room where he sat at the piano and began
to play. Within a few minutes of watching his strong arms and
fingers play such beautiful music, I began to get turned on again.
I went to the piano and hopped on top of the gorgeous black
instrument with the million dollar view of the Vegas strip in front
of me. I laid down across the piano and untied my robe, allowing it
to fall around me exposing my naked body to him. He was lost in the
music but when the song was over, he looked up, smiled and came
around to where I was laying. He grabbed my ankles and slid me over
to him.

 
He began to kiss my
knees, then my thighs and run his hands up and down my legs. He was
kissing his way up my inner thigh when I gasped at where he was
headed. He grabbed my knees and again pulled me closer to him. He
moved and began to kiss my belly button, slowly working his way
south. Again, I gasped and again he pulled me closer to him. He was
teasing me again. He began to lightly touch my thighs and belly
with his fingertips. Going over my wet warmth just slightly but
continuing on past it. Shit. I gasped again. Then he returned the
way he had come and again barely touched me in the area that was
begging for his attention. Fuck. I was so wet my thighs were
slippery and he was enjoying every moment of it.  

He began to lick my thighs and worked his
way up so that the tip of his tongue touched the source of the
wetness, just before he went to repeat the task on my other leg.
Fuck! Again, he was licking my legs from the inner thigh to just
the right spot but he would then retreat and repeat the process.
Please. This time he when he reached my pussy he plunged his tongue
inside me. SHIT! He was getting to the breaking point as well. He
grabbed my hips and shoved his tongue into me over and over.
Meanwhile, he brought his hand around and was rubbing the outside
of my clit at full speed while he fucked me with his tongue. I
grabbed his hair and held on tight as I began to cum. He only
pushed his tongue in farther and began to shake his head from side
to side to ensure I got off. FUCK! YES! FUCKKKK! YESSS! Then he
leaned over my clit, took it in his mouth and sucked.
FUCKKKKKK!

He pulled back, smiled, slid my ass closer
to the edge of the piano and plunged his rock hard cock into my
soaking wet pussy. He grabbed the terry cloth under me and used
that to help guide me into position. As he went back and forth
inside me, he again found my clit and began to rub it side to side
with full force. Again, I began to shiver again and I begged him to
cum on me. Within a few seconds, he pulled out and let his
wonderful juices flow on my belly and breasts. I slid off the
piano, dropped to my knees and sucked that wonderful cock dry. He
gasped and moaned and would have cum again if he was able.
  

I stood up and fingered for him to follow me
to the shower. It was a glass enclosure big enough for 8 people. I
turned on the water and let it run over my sticky breasts and
belly. I took the soap and began to wash myself. Of course, I
wanted to be less sticky but I also wanted to continue this
marvelous night of sex. I began to soap him as well, his chest, his
arms, and his back. He wasn’t ready to go yet but he was definitely
getting close again. I once again began to soap my breasts, my
belly and between my legs. I put one foot up on the built-in seat,
bent over slightly at the waist and began to wash my ass and crotch
slowly deliberately showing him every move. Soon the water had more
than washed away the soap but I was still rubbing. He stood behind
me watching me and slowly began to stroke himself. He was almost
where I needed him. I slipped one finger inside myself and gasped.
I let it go in and out a few times before adding a second finger.
My free hand reached up to my breast and pinched my nipple while I
began to fuck myself while the water poured over me. I moved my
mouth to just below the shower head and let the water run down my
mouth while I was getting myself off.  

He came up from behind me, put my foot back
on the floor, bent me over straight legged at the waist, and
slipped himself into me. Fuck. He reached around and grabbed my
breasts and used them to guide my body back and forth while he
fucked me. Yes! Faster and faster he pumped. He let go of my
breasts and instead grabbed my hair from behind and continued to
push me over at the waist so that he was getting an angle that
caused him to fuck me so deep that my moans had turned into audible
grunts. He let go of my locks with one hand and placed it on my ass
and gave me a good slap. Shit! Then he slapped it again, while he
fucked the shit out of me! FUCK! As he began pounding me and I
began to yell feeling my orgasm approaching, he took his finger and
stuck in right in the tip of my ass. SHIT! FUCK! YES!  He was
ramming me hard and fast and I began to cum while he pushed his
finger deeper into my ass. Harder. Deeper. Faster. FUCKKKK! I
pushed myself against him and tried to get him as far into me as
possible. He grabbed my hips and held me there while he too began
to cum. We both shivered as our bodies released at the same time.
After a few seconds, I stood up, turned around and kissed him
deeply. I was one lucky woman to have a man who was so good to me
and even better when it came to sex. 

We’d already had an amazing night and we
hadn’t even been to the bedroom yet let alone broken out any of the
lingerie or toys I had brought with me to add to the fun. This
suite was better than any aphrodisiac we’d ever tried! 

It didn’t take long before the booze and the
suite got me ready to go again. Not to mention watching my naked
man walk around with his cock hanging low. Sometimes after sex is
just the right time for that wonderful combination of not standing
at attention ready to pound something and not just tucked back into
himself. It is that wonderful in-between when it’s long and hanging
low enough to remind a girl of what’s waiting for her with just a
hint of encouragement but not intimidating enough that just looking
at it makes you think twice about really wanting that giant piece
of man pounding who knows what areas of yourself. Nope, a cock
after sex warm and happy and comfortable in a penthouse suite with
Jack coursing through it is just right. Hanging well past the balls
and just the right amount of girth around makes it look like a
tasty sausage. And that was just how I was gonna treat it. After I
made a phone call.   

The girl who had checked us in and gave us
the subtle upgrade had to be thanked. She was pretty, in her late
twenties and clearly wanted us to have the time of our lives that
night. We had already had a night better than most thanks to the
giant jacuzzi tub and Jack Daniels (and the piano and the view and
the shower and the wine and so on) but it was only just beginning.
I called the front desk and asked for Amber. Of course she knew
what room it was thanks to the hotel’s phone system. I told her how
grateful we were for such an extravagant room and how much fun we
were having already. I was deliberately vague with my intentions
but inviting. I had to know if Amber was willing to join our little
party without offending her. After all, this girl had just given us
quite a gift and I didn’t want to make her wish she hadn’t.
 

My hunch was right. Amber
make it clear she was glad we were enjoying the suite and that if
there was anything she could do to make our stay
more
pleasurable
, to be sure to let her
know. I explained to her that we would really like to express our
gratitude in person if she was up for a drink after her shift, we’d
be happy to buy her one. She said she’d be happy to join us and
would meet us in the rooftop bar in one hour.

 
Perfect! Just enough
time to have a little snack first. My man was still walking around
the suite in awe with his bottle of Jack half empty when I walked
up to him, wrapped my arms around his waist and placed my head on
his chest. That’s a great feeling, having your man wrap himself
around you and make you feel like nothing bad could ever happen to
you. But this was Vegas in a high roller suite and frankly, just
thinking of it got me hot. So, I started kissing his chest, then
his stomach, and then I got on my knees in front of him. His cock
wasn’t fully hard but it was definitely pointing at half mast
rather than hanging low as it had been a few moments before.