Chapter 7: Hotel Part 3
After cooling down a bit, they laid together in a cuddle. Paula to his right with her right arm across him while he held her with his right arm. Her breasts pressed firmly against his body. She felt his muscles as she thought of what just happened. She slept with-no she fucked-another man. She, a married woman, who had never once cheated on a partner. Sure she had a hall pass and encouragement from her husband but this was still blowing her mind. She didn’t just fuck another guy, she seduced him and sucked his dick. She let him cum all over her like a whore.
They made small talk which was interrupted occasionally by some light kissing. Carlton asked Paula how long she’d been in to him and she confessed it was since they first met. He inquired about whether or not Dave, her husband, would suspect anything. She told him Dave was fully aware and encouraging but wouldn’t know about tonight until she told him.
“Is that ok with you?” she asked.
“As long as your husband is alright with it and I’m not going to have some crazy jealous guy coming after me.”
Paula giggled and assured him even though this was the first time she cashed in on her hall pass she was “pretty sure” I was going to be more than fine with it.
“First time?” Carlton asked. “So there’s going to be more.”
“I hope so,” Paula replied with a smile while gazing into his eyes with a look of hope and anticipation.
“Who’s the lucky guy for the next ‘hall pass’” he teased.
“I don’t know,” she teased back, grinning ear to ear. “Those hall passes are so valuable, I have to make sure I use them wisely.”
She followed that with a quick kiss.
“You got to make sure they’re worth it,” he said, playing along and following it up with another kiss. “If we go again tonight, does that count as another hall pass or still just one?”
“I don’t know,” she said with another kiss, “I forgot to ask. We’ll just have to find out.” She followed that up with a much longer, deep kiss.
“Don’t want to get you in trouble,” Carlton said after the long kiss, catching his breath, before another long, deep kiss.
“Oh well,” Paula said, catching her breath, “maybe I’m just a bad girl.”
After locking lips again, their heart rates picked up, Carlton getting rock hard and Paula’s pussy getting wet. Stroking her hard nipples while she stroked his cock Carlton whispers in her ear, “I like bad girls.”
“Mmm...yeah?”
“Yeah. Bad girls need to get spanked.”
Suddenly, he flipped her over, putting her on all fours and pushing her ass up in the air. It happened so quickly she couldn’t believe it and was confused as to what was about to happen. Carlton got beside her on her left and started rubbing her ass with his right hand. Before she can realize what’s happening he gave her ass several gentle taps.
“You think you’re a bad girl huh?’ Carlton teased.
Giggling Paula played along. “Yeah teach me.” Paula said.
SMACK!
She gasped as the gentle tap turned into a full on spank. Not too hard at all but enough to get her attention. She liked it.
SMACK!
A little harder that time as the spanks sent ripples through her thick brown ass.
“Yeah like that?” Carlton asked.
“...yeah” she admitted in a quite voice.
SMACK!
She winced as it was harder this time but still nowhere near a boundary. She was starting to like being a whore. Or was she a slut?
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Three nice pops on the ass for the bad girl. She couldn't take it anymore-not the pain, Carlton wasn’t hitting that hard and was clearly taking it easy on her. No, it wasn't not the pain, it was the pleasure. She gets up from all fours and onto her knees and kissed him like the world was about to end. He massaged her slightly sore ass as their tongues fought each other for room down each other’s throats.
Carlton spun Paula around and putshed back on all fours. He spread her ass cheeks apart and slowly drug his tongue from her pussy to her married asshole before digging in deep with his tongue, fucking her Indian ass with it. It all happens so quickly Paula couldn’t believe it and could only muster out a half gasp/half moan. He ate her married ass so good she had to clinch the bed sheets. She thought she might even cum from it without even having her pussy touched.
First, Carlton circled his tongue around her asshole. Paula was stunned at the sensation and her instinct was to pull away but she didn't. Then Carlton ready started to tongue her Indian asshole. An involuntary noised escaped Paula's mouth. She loved it. Carlton was eating her married ass like it was his.
Carlton's tongue began its slow, deliberate journey, tracing the delicate curve of Paula's Indian asshole. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of shock and pleasure that left her momentarily frozen. Her instinct was to recoil, to pull away from this unexpected intimacy, but she found herself unable to move. Instead, she felt a strange, warm sensation spreading through her, a sensation that was both foreign and intoxicating. Carlton's tongue continued its exploration, his movements growing more confident and insistent. A soft, involuntary moan escaped Paula's lips, a sound that seemed to encourage Carlton further. He was no longer merely tasting her; he was devouring her, as if her married asshole was his personal treasure. Paula felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, a sensation that was both intense and overwhelming.
There she was, a married woman, her ass in the air. Her face was turned away, her eyes closed, as if she were lost in some private, intimate world. Carlton knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive intensity. His head was bowed, his mouth pressed against her fat ass, his tongue exploring with a rhythm that seemed to mirror the ebb and flow of their shared desire. She let him, her body responding with a series of soft, involuntary gasps that betrayed her pleasure. The room was filled with the scent of their arousal, a heady mix of sweat and sex that hung heavy in the air.
He mounted her once again from behind and slowly entered her soaking wet pussy. She gasped again, realizing he felt even bigger from behind. Clutching her waist Carlton started fucking her from behind, slowly at first but picking up the pace once they got situated with each other. At a quicker pace the “POP POP POP” sound of him slamming into her thick ass reverberated off the walls. The only thing louder than that was her moaning. If the missionary sex they had earlier was great this was beyond comprehension.
“You like that?” he asked as he continued to pound her thick ass.
It took her a while to gather herself and come back to Earth. “Yes! Fuck yes!”
Without missing a beat, Carlton started massaging her married asshole with his thumb. The dual stimulation of her asshole and pussy sent Paula into overdrive.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” Paula screamed.
“You like getting fucked like a bad girl?” Carlton demanded.
“Oh god yes!” Paula responded.
SMACK!
Carlton moved his hand from massaging her asshole to spanking her ass again. While giving her a great fucking from behind he held on to her hips and randomly spanked her ass. He mixed up the intensity of the spanks, never going too hard. Because she couldn’t gauge when they were coming or how hard they would be, the excitement added to the best fucking of Paula's life. Her big brown 36 DD tits flopped around uncontrollably as visions of every orgasm of her life flashed through her mind.
***carlton remarked on her lotus tattoo
The next pop on her ass was a particularly good one and made her tilt her head up as she gasped in amazement at just how great her body felt. Carlton took advantage of that and grabbed a handful of her hair. Now she was getting her hair pulled and married ass spanked while getting fucked from behind by his big black cock.
“You’re a bad girl uh?” Carlton reminded her.
“Oh god yes I’m a bad girl fuck me!” She agreed.
“Your husband like seeing you like this?”
If she were to hookup with Carlton or anyone else. Paula didn’t want this to turn into a nasty or degrading context. She wanted it to be like being with a boyfriend, even it were a one night stand. But this felt so fucking good she was lost in it. She was fine with wherever it went now.
“Oh yeah!”
With his left hand taking hold of Paula’s hair and his right hand spanking her thick as Carlton didn’t miss a beat in continuing to pound her married Indian ass from behind. It was the best sex Paula ever remembered having and she lost control of how loud her moans and screams were.
“You like getting fucked?” Carlton asked.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me!” Paula pleaded,
“You going to give up this pussy to me again?” he asks as he spanks her again.
“Oh fuck yes!” she assured him in screams.
SMACK!
“You like getting fucked like a ho?” he demanded.
“Fuck yeah! Fuck me!” Paula screamed.
“You want it like a ho?” he asked.
“Make me your fucking ho!” Paula moaned.
He leaned onto her back with his chest, and pushed her face into the pillow as he resumed rearranging her insides. Carlton turned her out until he no longer heard muffled noises creeping out from the margins between her face and the pillow, stopping only for a second to check to make sure she was still with him. Paula was drenched in sweat, her pussy vibrated nonstop, and she could no longer feel her feet. After getting a thumbs up, Carlton grabbed her hips and smashed into her fat ass with reckless abandon, almost as if he was trying to do damage. Paula lost count of how many times she has cum, and when he put his hands on her shoulders and dug deeper than any time before, she moaned like a whore.
"Fuck yes, Carlton," she gasped, as he drove himself deeper into her. "Fuck me !."
Without hesitation, Carlton accelerated his rhythm, slamming his body against hers with rough ferocity that quaked the bed and rattled the windows. With each thrust, Paula closed her eyes and murmured, "Fuck yes, fuck Carlton" with increased fervor.
Sweat dripped from Carlton's forehead and their bodies moved in a primal dance, their breaths syncopating with their hearts pounding against their chests.
Paula's breasts bounced to the rhythm of their fucking and Carlton's muscles flexed with each powerful thrust as he claimed her pussy.
"I'm going to cum inside this married pussy," Carlton growled, his voice guttural with desire.
"Cum on my ass," Paula begged, rocking her hips back onto him. She loved the feeling of a man's cum inside of her - the warmth, the sticky wetness, the intimacy. But that was reserved for her husband Dave. She knew he would reclaim her married pussy and didn't want to give him sloppy seconds. Some things had to remain sacred she thought.
Paula always wondered how it would feel to have one of these powerful men take control and take her in a way only a black man could. And now, she was about to find out.
Carlton leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You want it like that? You want me to cum on your fat ass?"
"Yes," Paula moaned, "give it to me like that, make me your slut."
Hearing those words come out of her mouth turned her on even more than she already was. She couldn't believe how filthy she sounded, but she didn't care.
Paula was caught up in the moment, feeling the intense passion and tactile sensations coursing through her. "Show me what you've got, Carlton," she moaned, arching her back as her pussy clenched around his cock.
Carlton obliged, fucking her harder and faster now. His powerful thighs slammed into hers as he delivered blow after blow to her tender flesh. She gripped the sheets tight, simultaneously trying to hold herself steady and I leaning into the sensations rushing through her.
Every stroke of Carlton's cock inside her, every spank of her ass, and every pull of her hair sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over her. She was completely and totally at his mercy, and she loved it.
As Carlton continued to piston in and out of her, Paula felt herself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. She had lost track of how many times she had already come, but she knew she wasn't done yet. She gasped and moaned as he pounded her mercilessly, feeling deliciously full and completely and utterly spent.
Paula had never experienced anything like this before – she had always been a good girl, the conservative Desi wife who never strayed from her marriage vows. But tonight, she had made an exception, and she was glad she did. The forbidden thrill of being with another man, of giving herself over to her desires, was intoxicating.
Carlton reached around and began to play with Paula's clit as he fucked her, teasing it with his fingers as he continued to thrust in and out of her. She moaned louder, feeling herself building towards a massive climax.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she chanted, her voice becoming more high-pitched with each word.
Carlton was happy to oblige, his thrusts growing more desperate and primal as he felt himself nearing his own release. He could feel Paula's pussy clenching around him, her muscles quivering and trembling with pleasure.
She screamed loudly, gripping the sheets tightly as she came, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Carlton, his breath coming in ragged gasps, pulled out of Paula's wet, married pussy with a final, shuddering thrust. His release was immediate and intense, the hot white cum spilling forth in thick, rope-like streams. He watched, transfixed, as each rope landed on Paula's brown, married ass, the contrast between the creamy liquid and her warm, sun-kissed skin stark and erotic. The lotus tattoo on her lower right back, just above the waist, seemed to dance and shimmer as the cum dripped down her skin, each layer adding to the already intricate design.
Carlton's body tensed, his breath hitching as he reached the apex of his climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he released the last of his pent-up desire, a thick rope of cum spilling into the tight, sensitive crevice of Paula's asscrack. The sensation was intense, a mix of relief and satisfaction that left him feeling both exhausted and exhilarated. Paula, her body still trembling from her own release, let out a soft moan, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her.
Carlton watched as his thick, white cum dripped from the head of his cock, landing on Paula's lower back, just above her waist, covering her lotus tattoo. He reached down, grabbing his cock and stroking it, milking the last of his cum onto her skin. He watched as it coated her, layer after layer, the hot, white liquid clinging to her smooth, dark skin. He could see the way it glistened in the soft light of the hotel room, the way it dripped down her back, leaving trails of white in its wake. He could see the way it covered her tattoo, obscuring the delicate petals, marking her as his. He smiled to himself, satisfied with his work, before collapsing onto the bed beside her, his body spent and satisfied.
Carlton's gaze lingered on her thick, brown ass, a sight that was both familiar and enticing. The lotus tattoo on the right side of her lower back, just above her waist, was a stark contrast against her smooth, dark skin. It was a symbol of her heritage, a testament to her Indian roots, and it was currently obscured by a thick, white layer of cum. The substance clung to her skin, a testament to their recent encounter, and Carlton couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness.
Paula's thick, brown ass was a sight to behold, glistening with the remnants of Carlton's cum. The substance coated her smooth, dark skin, clinging to her curves and highlighting the fullness of her cheeks. The lotus tattoo on her lower back, just above her waist, was completely obscured by the thick, white liquid, the delicate petals disappearing beneath the sticky mess. The cum dripped down her back, leaving trails of white in its wake, some of it finding its way into her ass crack, where it pooled and dripped down further, leaving a wet, sticky path. The sight of her, marked and claimed by another man, was both degrading and incredibly hot.
Paula, still basking in the afterglow of her latest orgasm, felt a mix of emotions as she became aware of the cum covering her ass. She felt a sense of pride, knowing that she had driven Carlton to such heights of pleasure that he had marked her in this way. She also felt a twinge of embarrassment, knowing that her ass was now coated in another man's cum, a fact that Dave would surely notice when he saw her. But most of all, she felt a sense of empowerment. She had taken control of her desires, had explored her fantasies, and had come out the other side stronger and more confident.
As for the sensation of the cum dripping into her ass crack, it was strange and somewhat unpleasant. The sticky liquid coated her skin, making it feel tacky and uncomfortable. She could feel it pooling in her crack, some of it dripping down further, leaving a wet, sticky trail. It was a constant reminder of what she had just done, of the fact that she had just had sex with another man. It was a mark of her infidelity, a tangible reminder of her betrayal. But despite the discomfort, there was also a sense of satisfaction, a sense of having done something taboo and forbidden. It was a thrill that she hadn't expected, and one that she found herself enjoying more than she thought she would.
"Oh my god, that was insane," Paula panted, resting her head on Carlton's chest.
"I told you you were a bad girl," Carlton replied, stroking her hair.
Paula grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"I guess you were right. I am a bad girl." She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "And I like it."
Carlton couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. He had always known that Paula was hiding a wild side, and now that it was out, he was more than happy to help her explore it.
He rolled over and pulled her on top of him.
Paula, her ass still covered in Carlton's cum passed out on her stomach, ass up. The sticky residue of their lovemaking clung to her skin, a tangible reminder of their shared intimacy. She could feel the lingering warmth of his seed in her ass crack, a sensation that sent a shiver down her spine.
As Dave knew, Paula always falls fast asleep when she has her biggest orgasms, and tonight was no different.
Carlton smiled and took in the site of a passed out Paula, ass up, drenched with white cum all over her brown ass. He took out his phone, snapped a picture of her and left. "All characters are over the age of 18."
Carlton's lips curled into a smirk as he took in the scene before him. Paula lay ass up sprawled on the bed, her body contorted in a position that was both awkward and intimate. Her backside, covered in cum, was drenched in a stark contrast of white against her warm brown skin. The sight was a mixture of grotesque and comical, a testament to the night's debauchery. He reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the cold metal of his phone. With a swift, practiced motion, he snapped a picture, capturing the moment in all its crass glory. The flash of the camera illuminated the room for a brief instant, casting Paula's prone form in an unflattering light. He pocketed the phone, his smirk deepening as he turned away, leaving the scene behind.