Compulsive
He was on top of her. His fingers laced through hers over her head. Her legs were wrapped around him and her back arched with each thrust. She felt him, thrusting in an out. Cock slipping out of her cunt and back in hard against her cervix. She moaned with each thust. He looked down on her. He knew he was giving it to her good. He knew she was loving it.
He saw her profile online and emailed her. Her response came quickly and they started talking. They met a few days later and a few more days later they were here. In this small but clean hotel room with bottled water and an ashtray. She kissed him passionately. Pulling his shirt over his head and then her own, disconnected thier lips just for brief moments as they disrobed and fell on the bed.
“Do you want it?” he asked her, “do you want this cock?”
Why do they always ask that?
Oh, yeah baby, she answered. Instantly though, she didn’t anymore. She instantly wondered what the hell she was doing there and wondering how in the span of days she had yet another lover. Two days ago it was the accountant, the day before that, the doctor. Now it’s this guy. The momentum was blinding.
He was still talking, “Suck my cock baby.”
She was already on her way. She moved down on him, taking him in her mouth- noting that while he talked so much about a shaved pussy his situation was somewhat reminiscent of a 70’s porn movie. What was that all about? Ignoring it, she took him into her mouth. His cock was a decent size, bigger than the doctor, but not as big as the accountant. She stroked him with her hand while moving up and down on his cock.
“You like that cock baby?” he asked her.
Her mind went blank and she fell into her zone. She disappeared and someone, something else took her place. She no longer gave any thought to the steps it took to get her here or how many things she didn’t like about him but ignored to get to this moment. This was the goal and she was achieving it. The thrill was gone. It was as if the moment she had him, she no longer wanted him.
She kept going, robotically, sucking his cock and making the perfect noises- creating the illusion of true passion. Knowing just where to squeeze, just when to release. She felt his cock thicken and pulse. Jesus, already?? She slowed then, looking up at him- rubbing his cock against her bottom lip. This was routine and done without thought, but he’d never know it.
He pulled her on the bed and climbed over her. His hands moved over her body and she responded automatically. Flinching and turning in towards his touch. Gasping, moaning, sighing… it was effortless.
Did I lock my car? I left my backpack on the front seat with my laptop. Yes, that’s a good excuse to get the hell out of here.
He was a nice guy, but that tension was building in her chest. She didn’t want to cause a fuss or leave him unsatisfied. She kissed him again. He sat up over her and fumbled with the condom. She closed her eyes, no longer wanting to make eye contact, but ran her fingers over her body. Pinching her nipples. It was so automatic that she didn’t realize she was faking it. How long had it been since she’d had a real orgasm? One that reached her soul?
He was on top of her. His fingers laced through hers over her head. Her legs were wrapped around him and her back arched with each thrust. She felt him, thrusting in an out. Cock slipping out of her cunt and back in hard against her cervix. She moaned with each thust. He looked down on her. He knew he was giving it to her good.
He knew she was loving it.
She never HATED it, but she was not loving it. She went through the motions. She wasn’t faking it…. not really. The sex was never bad. The sensation was never unpleasant. Maybe she wasn’t inthralled the way he thought he was, but what did it matter?
She would never see him again anyway.
