Amherst - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Amherst - Part 2

... frothed my saliva all over his dick. But at some point, the corner of my eye caught a bright glare. Something ringed alarms in the back of my brain. On the rush of the moment when we got into my room, we had left the door open. Unlike most hotels, the doors at this motel did not close automatically. I could see the roof of my car on the parking lot as I was down on my knees totally naked sucking a bicker’s cock next to my bed. My first urge was to stand up and close the door. And I tried; however, the tug back kept me on my place. Upon noticing my attempt, the biker hardened his grasp on my hair, forcing and mouth to maintain its wrap around his dick. With the muffled sound of a mouthful of his cock, I tried to say something about it, but to no avail. He totally ignored me over his dire need. The biker’s words were: “You’re going nowhere, bitch. Keep sucking!” All I could do, then, was to continue servicing him and hope that nobody passed by and saw me. After a few more minutes of providing his oral satisfaction, the biker pulled my hair and ordered me to step on the bed, where he wanted me on my knees. I was instructed to bury my head on the mattress and its sheets, but keeping my ass up in the air. I obliged. He made me pry my cheeks apart in a roughly manner, exposing and spreading my ass, and making my gaping hole to open even wider. A moment later, I felt his moisten snout bury into my ass crack. He, then, began licking the fold bottom and munching my tender hole. He ...

... didn’t care about my dangling balls and dick anymore; he was clearly obsessed with my hole. He licked, slurped and even bit on my quivering sphincter for several minutes. My rear entrance was pulsing with hunger. I could gasped for air at the sweet sensation of the biking feasting on my ass. Having his long tongue penetrating my hole so powerful and fast and deep was deliciously overwhelming. I was in total heat. When he was done tongue-fucking me, he began fingering me with a single digit. When he thought his finger could not do any more stretching, he stuck in another. After finger-fucking me for a few more minutes, he retrieved his fingers and spit inside my gaping rectum. He then repeated the treatment couple of times more. I couldn’t do anything but slobbering and biting the bed linens with desire. Suddenly, he reached out to my hair again and pulled it hard. He dragged me down from the bed and made me kneel back on the floor. “Suck it again, bitch. Make me very hard” I could barely breathe as he pushed my face against his smelly, hairy, fatty genitals. When he released his grip, I took a deep inhalation of air. My eyes welled up. The biker allowed me only a second to breath before he had me deep-throating again. I think I only sucked him up for a couple of minutes more. I frothed as much as I could. Thereafter, he grabbed me by the hair again, and stood me up and threw me on the bed face down. My torso lay on the mattress while my body bent over the edge of the bed while ...