A Fine Meal

Marissa and I had been dining at one of the best restaurants in town, with a hot-shot guy from her work that she wanted to get in good with, in case he turned out to be useful one day. I was along for the ride, letting Marissa do most of the talking, but being socially pleasant enough myself. I think I was there mostly to show the other guy that this was a business dinner... nothing too flirty on Marissa's behalf. The night went well... I think Marissa's work colleague was impressed with her. Why wouldn't he be? She made him laugh at the right times, and she looked stunning in her black dress, pearl necklace and matching earrings. He laughed and smiled a little too eagerly sometimes, I thought. I looked at him, smiling, thinking smugly to myself that I was the one taking Marissa up to spend the night in a plush room in the hotel. I shouldn't gloat... but I already had a pretty good idea what I'll be doing while he's out arguing with a taxi driver somewhere.

That was earlier in the evening.

Now, I was sitting in an armchair in the room, tie loosened around my neck, looking at Marissa standing in front of me. She was swaying in her heels just a tiny amount... too much wine. I almost laughed... thinking the wine would make Marissa more uninhibited. More uninhibited.

I slipped the tie out from my collar and undid a couple of shirt buttons and just sat there, staring at Marissa. She could tell that I wasn't going to move, so she reached behind herself to pull the zip at the back of her dress. When the zip was down, she slowly peeled the strap of her black dress down off one shoulder, and then the other, and with a little wiggle she tugged the dress down around her waist, over her hips and let it drop to her ankles. She stepped out of her dress, one foot at a time, and stood there, hands by her sides, watching me looking at her.

Assessing her.

Approving her.

Her black hair spilled onto her shoulders. She wore a lacy black bra and a small black thong. Black heels and pearls. I felt a growing tightness in my trousers as I looked her up and down. She must have seen a certain look pass over my face, because her lips parted slightly and she sank down to sit back on her heels, ankles together and knees wide apart. She reached her hands behind her back and slid her wrists under the waistband of her thong, resting her open hands on her butt. This pose was so... submissive of her. It aroused all sorts of flames inside me, and when I pictured the wet and slippery oysters that she had eaten earlier in the evening sliding down her throat, my cock filled to strain against my trousers. I could feel a cold, sticky spot building at my tip.

I stood up and manhandled my cock into a slightly more comfortable position in my trousers.

Marissa looked up at me, lips parted, and I knew that look in her eyes only too well. It was the look that slayed me every time... the look that simply said "use me".

Use me.

She knew I loved her. She knew I respected and admired her. And when she offered herself to me to be used, I knew that my passionate arousal would send her high as well. So I unzipped my trousers and pulled my erect cock out of my fly and walked around behind Marissa.

Now I could see her hands spread out on her ass. She was pulling her ass cheeks apart with her hands, letting her thong ride up tightly between her legs. Here was the woman who was dazzling Mr. Hot Shot with her charms and wit over a cheese platter only half an hour ago, spreading herself open as she knelt in front of my cock.

From Princess to Whore, and every kind of woman in between.

I reached down and swept the hair away from the side of Marissa's neck, exposing her smooth skin. With my hand, I pressed my stiff cock against the side of Marissa's neck and slid it up and down against her skin. She tilted her head against me slightly, feeling the warmth of my cock on her neck. Her hands gripped her ass a little more tightly. I pushed the tip of my cock into the little hollow behind her earlobe, spotting a little sticky pre-cum behind her ear. I could feel the clasp of her earring pricking my cock, but rather than it hurting me, I found myself liking the sensation.

Holding my cock tightly in my hand, and resting my free hand on the side of Marissa's head, I dragged my sticky tip down the edge of her ear. She could feel the smooth skin of my cockhead sliding over her ear... feel the damp traces I was leaving on her... and she could smell my male scent next to her head. She turned her face towards my cock, looking back over her shoulder, and pressed her wet lips against my shaft. With one hand bracing the back of her head, I pushed my cock into her open mouth with my other hand. The way she searched for my cock with her mouth drove me crazy. Her lips tried to close around me, but my cock pulled wetly from her mouth, and I pressed the underside of my shaft against her cheek, my hot meat burning against her smooth face. I pressed my cock against her cheek with my open palm, and with a flex of my hips, I thrust my cock back and forth against her face. Marissa closed her eyes and just let me rub myself against her pretty face. She could feel how much I was enjoying it, and she just wanted me to do what I wanted to her, as if she fed off my own pleasure.

I moved around in front of Marissa and slipped my trousers off, losing my underwear, leaving my half unbuttoned shirt on. My cock was rather large now, standing tall in front of her face from underneath my shirt. She opened her mouth wide and leaned her head back... I could see right down her throat. She was silently pleading me for me to use her throat... oh fuck, what a turn on. I took my cock in my hand and I slapped it against her bottom lip with a soft, thick thud. I grunted under my breath - uhhhh - as I slapped her lips with my meaty cock again. My own mouth was hanging agape now, and little "Uhhhh"s were escaping under my breath as Marissa poked her tongue out of her mouth and I slapped my cock wetly against it.

Fuck....

I was losing it.

I reached under Marissa's armpits and hauled her to her feet, sliding her hands out from under her thong. I physically threw her onto her side onto the crisp white sheets of the bed, where she landed with a bounce before I leapt on top of her, pinning her down before she could move. With her bottom leg stretched out straight, I pulled her top thigh up to her chest with one hand behind her knee. I grabbed the back of her thong in my two hands, and with a yank, snapped the material and peeled it away from her pussy. Biting my bottom lip hard, I slid my palm down the underside of her ass to her pussy as she lay on her side, and when my fingertips reached her pussy I pulled her lips open by tugging upwards. I grunted a mmmhhhh when I felt how wet the gap between her lips was and straddled her lower leg, sitting on it with my knees spread apart and pushed my cock down to that sweet and wet little hole.

I entered her.

A moment of pure bliss... as I felt my cock sinking into her hot, tight and wet passage. I gasped at the sensation... Marissa growled at the feeling of being opened so widely and simultaneosuly being filled with my hot length.

I groaned.... uuuuuhhhhhhhh
and started fucking her pussy.
hands on her hip
lips pulled back around my teeth
slamming my cock into her
balls squeezing against her leg
muscles around the base of my shaft slamming against her pussy lips
her body shuddering with every impact into her core.... ass shaking, tits wobbling...

faster
unintelligible ahhh-uhhh-uhhhh coming from her throat as her head bounces back and forth on her bed
her cervix opening and closing against my swollen cockhead as it pummels her
she's coming...
my fucking whore princess is cumming on my cock
oh fuck
now...

I leap off her
throw both her arms above her head and pin them with my hands

and push my cock into her mouth

my ass cheeks flex and clench above her face as I thrust my cock deeper into her slobbering mouth, my thighs on her shoulders

and uuuhhhhhhhh ... UUHHHHHH

I cum... and cum... and cum
And my cum shoots into her throat while I roar at the release...
Wake the neighbours rattle the mirrors
Screaming
Marissa pushes at my hips with her hands
I lift off of her and she coughs with a sticky gurgle.
A deflating groan-sigh-moan trickles from my lips

"Turn around", she says in a voice I barely recognise as hers. She is... somewhere where she only exists to please me.

I spin around to face her feet, and her hands pull me back on top of her. She arches her head back, lengthening her neck, and takes my cock in her hand and feeds it into her mouth. I feel her hands on my ass cheeks... I feel her tight throat opening... her hands push down on my ass, sliding my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, my cockhead sliding down her throat... her tongue is pressing flat against the base of my shaft while her throat is contracting tightly around my crown. I am moaning continuously by this stage... not thrusting... but my cock is twitching and shuddering in Marissa's throat as she slowly tilts her head back and forth beneath me.

Marissa's fingers.... roaming... tracing around my asshole.... fondling my balls resting on her face... keeping my cock held firmly in her relaxed throat... a tear forms at the corner of my eye as she urges me to fuck her throat gently with a movement of her hands....
With a sharp little "Oh!" I let myself slide my cock gently in and out of Marissa's throat, and abruptly I tense and cum again, shooting more cream down past her tonsils, making her knees kick up off the bed.

With a weak groan, I slide my cock out of Marissa's throat and turn to lie next to her. She reaches across me and pulls me tightly to her, enfolding herself in my arms and burying her face against my shoulder. "Tomorrow morning...", I murmer hoarsely, "Tomorrow morning, I'm yours..." I feel her nodding weakly against my shoulder before I feel her lips kissing my skin. I kiss the top of her head and hold her tight.