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"Ah Shit…"
My 'Aunt' November chuckled, "Now that sounds like something your mother would say if she saw me…"
Trying to find my room key card in my pockets as subtly as I could, did nothing to deter her as she looked me up and down. "Uh… Yes. I'm Scott. Hi." I replied, cursing how deep my pockets were. "Hello."
She frowned thoughtfully and nodded, "…Your mother told you to avoid me, didn't she?" she stated rather airily.
"And she's coming down here now so thanks for that…" I noted, "No one else is being chaperoned." I mumbled.
She crossed her arms across her… actually really impressive chest, and frowned again, "Uh huh… look just calm down and… oh for heaven's sake." She rolled her eyes exasperatedly, and pulled out a keycard from her pocket, noticing my fidgeting, and opened the door to my room. "There. You don't have to be so nervous around me…"
That remains to be seen. Mom did tell me not to be alone with her after all and that could mean anything. And I certainly wasn't going to be lost in her eyes or anything… still though…
"Listen I wanted to talk to you about…"
"Monsieur Snow." Came a very firm voice as Mrs. Lacroix, walked down the hall in the most distracting thing ever for her. A dark blue bikini, with a see-through sarong around her waist and sunglasses resting on her forehead. "Are you troubling our host?"
I could not help but stare at my utterly exotic and erotic teacher… and apparently, neither could my aunt... apparently, Mrs. Lacroix just had that effect on everyone… and unfortunately the thought as to why also had an effect on me. Standing a little more awkwardly I shook my head. "N-no. Ma'am."
Watching me suspiciously for a moment and looking between us she nodded, satisfied with my answer. "Very well. If that is the case Ms. Terra may I speak to Monsieur Snow? I have certain school issues I need to clear up with him."
Aunt November nodded politely, "Of course. I was just helping him with his room, he was having trouble getting inside." She abruptly turned in her heels and walked away, my eyes focusing on her shapely rear as I made sure she turned the corner, waiting for the elevator to ding before I released a sigh.
"Oh thank god! Mom would've had a fit…" I mumbled as Mrs. Lacroix glared at me. "…Actually Mrs. Lacroix why are you dressed like…" I looked her shapely body up and down for a moment, memorizing every curve of her body, and pulled out my phone…
"Scott what are you…"
Flash and Click.
She scowled as I set her to my home screen, for now, replacing Fareeha and Coach's wrestling photo and moving on. "Scott." She said again, a little more firmly.
"Photo club." I said giving her a brief smile against her glower, "So what are you dressed like that?" I asked, putting my phone back in my pocket and finding my room key. "That's where that was…" I grumbled.
"I decided on a midnight swim." She noted, "Less people… staring at me." She said a little bitterly. I rolled my eyes, she should be used to it at this point. She was beautiful, there was no arguing. People were going to stare. "Now as for our conversation…" she growled, grabbing my wrist and dragging me to her room. "Come." She demanded.
I sighed as I was bodily tossed stumbling into the room, she glowered at me, "So. Did you have fun with Fareeha and Olivia?" she spat, dare I say it, jealously?
"Yes." I declared firmly and that seemed to take her aback, "Why?" I asked, eyeing her bikini-clad body up and down, "You can't possibly be jealous of that." I noted, and actually, I believed my words. Like Angela, Mrs. Lacroix was complicated, she wouldn't divorce her idiot husband but was perfectly content in making her 'pregnancy' a competition. Sometimes she'd take morning-after pills for me, and sometimes for him… she was a confusing relationship.
She scowled at me, "I can be if I want to!" she spat, her French accent very prominent in her rage, "That idiot husband of mine-"
"Screwed up I bet…" I said dismissively. Honestly, I was tired, I just wanted to go to my room and watch a little bit of TV before my drunken roommate returned and smelled the place up. "Look…" I sighed, "Mrs. Lacroix, Amelie…" I approached her, and as I did she backed up to the door, her shapely body pressing against it. "…I appreciate the save with my Aunt…"
"She was your Aunt?!" she said a little surprised, but I pushed on.
"But… I'm really tired. And unless you want something specific other than to say how much Gerard screwed up again. I would like to go to bed please."
She looked so soft, so vulnerable… and fucking sexy in that bikini, her body was designed to show it off. And as her hand slowly went up to the bolt lock on the door and twisted it to lock, I realized I was going to have a bit of a night…
"I want something… specific." She said hesitantly like she herself wasn't sure… but I decided to clarify and reach between her legs. Her bottoms were still a little wet, or were becoming wet, I didn't know or at this point cared… she gasped at my touch, twitching reflexively, writhing catlike on the door as she let me play with her a little, rubbing her crotch as she moaned gently.
I sped up my rubbing, she bit her lip and sucked in air as her body trembled excitedly… wow she was horny.
"Bathroom. Now." I said, firmly, grabbing her wrist and dragging her towards the suite's bathroom as she tossed away her towel.
There was a bathtub, and a glass shower, quickly deciding which one I would rather have her in I stripped and tossed my clothes on the seat, she went to remove her top as I turned the shower on. But I stopped her dragging her inside and shutting the door as I groped her breasts. "Keep it on." I pleaded, squeezing her through the material.
The still cold water cascaded down her back, making her nipples erect under my groping as the chill hit her body. "Scott it is cold!" she moaned, but I held her firm as she clutched to me under the water, feeling my erection gently rub her crotch. "Oh!" she whimpered, rubbing it gently between her legs. "He is excited to see me again yes?" she moaned as her slender fingers gently touched my tip.
"He can wait." I said playfully, shoving her ass against the glass as I knelt down between her legs, pushing the bottoms aside for access to her pussy but keeping them on for my own kinks. I engulfed her pussy lips with mine, and she shrieked excitedly.
"Scott! Mi Amore! Gerard never does this!" she ground her pussy against my tongue and lips as she gyrated her skilled ballerina hips against me, instinctively moving for more. I squeezed her soft iconic ass as I did, pulling my tongue deeper as her gasps and moans became louder and more prominent, she was so sensitive today…
"Oui!" she yelped suddenly, her body writhing against the glass as I quickly pulled away,
"Not in my mouth!" I said indignantly, looking up at her.
"W-what!?" she said looking back down, confused, "Mi Amore keep going… You feel so good!" she gyrated against my face, gently stroking my skin with her well-trimmed pussy, so I went back to work, watching her intently as she shook against the glass.
She let out a primal yowl and came from my tongue, I pulled away to watch her body tremble, enthralled in pleasure as she clutched feebly against the glass trying to hold onto anything as her body surrendered to pleasure. I stood up and watched her for a moment as she came back down, only to grip her breasts again, caressing them as she shook beneath my hands.
"Okay let's get a closeup!" a familiar, and obviously at this point, I should've expected it, a voice shouted over the water. Amelie shrieked in horror and tried to cover herself, then realizing she was still wearing her bikini glared at the owner.
Olivia was standing with her back to the door of the bathroom, holding up her phone as she recorded us in the shower, "Hey Papi looking good! Now turn her to the camera she's out of focus."
"Olivia! you-" she then probably proceeded to use every French slur and insult to describe her, I'm not entirely sure, my French was a little better than my Spanish. "What are you- How did you get in my room!"
"Oh, Angie asked me to get something for her. We're all going out to meet up for a party in the bar… of course for some reason the bolt lock was on so I picked it up and lookie what I found!" she smiled sexily at us, "Now I believe you were in the middle of showing my boy a good time?"
"Get out!" Amelie said furiously, trying to open the door to the shower but I held it shut. I don't think she quite understood how Olivia's mind worked.
"…Mrs. Lacroix-"
"Oh Papi you don't have to be so formal!"
I sighed sadly, "…With Olivia, you have to go with the flow." I then shoved Mrs. Lacroix against the glass, pressing her breast to it as Olivia got close, I pulled the bikini open letting her nipples rub against the glass as Olivia recorded. "And if you say no she's post it everywhere."
"Funny thing is he's right…" Olivia cooed, pressing her own sweater-wearing body to the glass and pretending to give Amelie a kiss, "Just let me have something for my private collection…" she winked at me, we'll probably end up watching it together later.
"I am not going to- SCOTT!" she yelped as I pierced into her soaking wet, and erotically tight pussy from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist and shoulders as I began to thrust steadily into her, the pleasure hit her out of nowhere, her head resting on my shoulder as she moaned to the room.
"Great acoustics in here!" Olivia grinned softly, making sure to get a good shot of Amelie's bouncing tits and shaking hips, "Oh go faster papi." She encouraged, letting her free hand slip into her shorts, "Let her feel it." She grinned lecherously as Amelie's body bounced erotically from her fucking, "Look at that face… that's the face of a puta who loves fucking…" the words drove Amelie on, her pussy tightening in shame or pleasure I didn't know…
Honestly, she was lucky I was too riled up to resist either of them so…
"De mon Dieu!" she yelped suddenly and shivered, her head slapping painfully onto my shoulder as she gripped my arms and came. Feeling a little left out I pinned her to the glass as I sped up. Thrusting deep into her as her body rubbed up against the glass, Olivia focused her phone on her exotic purple body.
"Cumming!" I growled, slamming deep into her as her body pushed onto the glass, spilling my seed into her cheating married pussy. Pulling her at the waist to make sure I was completely inside her, my load already filling up into her, flooding her womb. I felt her quiver as she felt the familiar feeling of my seed, and I gave her purple ass a slap.
"That's the money shot…" Olivia smiled, kneeling down to get a closeup of Amelie's now messy pussy. "Oh… you got filled puta…" slowly, erotically she licked the glass where Amelia's gasping face was, her eyes focused slowly on me as I throbbed inside Amelie. "…Got another one in you papi?"
Amelie moaned as I began steadily moving her on my length again, I certainly did. "Ah! Oui!" she moaned, as I pulled her ass away from the glass and pushed her chest up against it. "Oui! Oui!"
"Just go already you're in the shower." Olivia laughed at her joke, still recording Amelie's face. "Hey! Look at the camera." Amelie blearily obeyed?"
I went harder at the implication Amelie's eyes widened in horror and pleasure as her body trembled. "No! Don't send it to Gerard!"
"What would you say?" Olivia said in a sing-song voice, "Just let it all out, you sexy French whore…"
"I-I'm…" she tightened immensely, but I pushed out, her pussy leaking cum and arousal as the water splashed down on us. "I'm getting fucked by my student…"
"Oh? Why is that?" Olivia said playfully, adjusting the phone.
"He feels good… his cock is a perfect fit… AH!" I thrust her harder against the glass as her body quivered again, another orgasm for the record. "His young virile cock loves my tight wife pussy!" I lifted her leg, Olivia immediately got close up, squatting down to watch me finish as I released deep into Amelie with a roar as she shrieked an orgasmic feeling of fullness.
"That's it…" Olivia praised softly, watching my cock throb inside her as she absently rubbed her crotch through her clothes, "Fill her up again, it's all she good for Papi..."
…Now it was time for my trap…
I pushed Amelie away, letting her fall against the shower wall as I opened the door and grabbed a surprised Olivia by the hair.
"Scott hang on- Gurlgp!" I shoved my cock deep into her mouth, she struggled at first but as I steadily move she accepted my length. Even held her phone to the side so it could record me violating her mouth. She winked at the camera before she looked up at me as I pounded away at her throat, if my cock wasn't in her mouth I imagine she'd be smiling.
"You like the taste don't you…" I scolded, and she hummed lovingly in response. "You like my cock when it tastes like someone else's pussy?" She nodded but I jerked her hair, I didn't want her to move I wanted her to suck. And she did, noisily, slurping and gagging on my length as Amelie turned off the shower. "Look at the camera!" I ordered, and she did, right when I buried myself into her mouth and fired…
Seed dripped lazily from her lips as she held firm, staring into the camera as I spilled my seed into her. I pulled suddenly out of her mouth, my seed suddenly free to spill out of her mouth. She laughed as she tried to catch it but failed, it dripped onto the tiles "Whoops! Sorry Papi…" she grinned at me, I took her camera and centered it on her.
"…Clean that up." I ordered, my flaccid length throbbing slightly as she bent forwards and lovingly licked up our mess.
"Olivia that's disgusting!" Amelie declared horrified next to me but my hand lashed out instinctively and dragged her to my flaccid length, rubbing her face against it, "Scott!" she hissed but I twisted my waist and slapped her with my cock.
"It's nothing you haven't sucked before…" I said, probing her pouting lips. "Have a taste." She resisted a little, but once Olivia was done and turned her attention to my cock, she reluctantly joined her, and I held the camera on them as they shared the work. Rubbing their lips up and down my length, their tongues carefully licked me clean as I hardened up for their efforts.
But strangely, Olivia gave my cock head a kiss and stood up, taking the phone. "Sorry, Papi." She smiled, "But I can't play anymore, Angie will be annoyed if I'm late…" she ruffled the still-sucking Amelie's hair as she walked out of the bathroom, shaking her tight rear for me as she left.
"Then it's all yours…" I said, hard and ready for her. She slowly opened her mouth and I slipped my cockhead into it, "Finish me up."
Her cheeks bulged as she pushed down, and narrowed as she sucked back up, slurping noisily as she repeated the process again and again, her eyes never leaving mine as she continued to worship my cock. I slipped my hands into her hair, encouraging her but not forcing her. "Almost there…" I moaned, and she returned it grunting as she sped up, practically slamming her head to my waist as I approached my release.
"Cumming!" I declared, and before she could try to swallow my load I pulled out and let loose.
"Ah! Merde!" she hissed, feeling my seed splash against her cheeks as she turned her head, "I just took a shower Scott!" but I forced her head to face my cock, still firing my load onto her face as I finally relaxed… her face and most of her chest covered in my seed. I let her go as she angrily stood up, entered the shower again, and muttered all kinds of French curses. I gave her ass one last playful slap and smiled at her as she glared at me.
"Stop smiling Monsieur Snow!" she spat some of my stray seed onto the floor of the shower as she washed away the sticky. "Men!" she growled angrily stripping and scrubbing.
"Love you too Mrs. Lacroix." I replied sarcastically under my breath, "Let me know if you need another hole filled. She froze but did not reply, but she did not yell either so that's a plus. I dressed and made my way back to my room, debating on whether to use the bolt lock just in case I wanted to piss off Mr. McCree. But I decided against it… lying down on my bed and trying to find something to watch, but soon boredom and reruns of cartoons carried me off to sleep…
I awoke to the sound of banging as Angela in her red lifeguard suit clanged several pots over Mr. McCree's bed where a sleeping Mr. McCree blissfully snored with several bottles of whiskey scattered around him. "Wake up McCree!" she yelled angrily but on he slept as she tossed the kitchenware away. "…Damn it I know we shouldn't have taken him to the bar…" she eyed my sourly, but I knew she was angrier at McCree than me. "Hello Scott… sorry about the noise, I just came from breakfast and this drunkard still hasn't! woke! up!…" she yelled angrily, actually slapping McCree across the face pointedly as she did. "…Well… darn it. I guess I'll have to lifeguard on my own."
I scratched my head, trying to forget the annoying ringing sound of the pots when I was distracted by my morning wood and a sexy, sexy, lifeguard… damn it. I tried to make myself decent, but Angela rolled her eyes, "Honestly Scott…" she whispered, "It's nothing I haven't seen before."
I waved my hand and slowly got out of bed, "Right right… sorry reflex. Usually, there's not a beautiful woman in my room when I wake up…"
"Uh huh…" she said, but I was pleasantly surprised to see her blushing. "Well, we got another whole day of fun ahead. So I guess I'll leave this idiot to it." She smacked McCree again as I followed her out of my room. "So what are your plans today?"
"Well…" I watched her shapely rear move in her suit and I was briefly distracted again but quickly recovered, "I was thinking the beach for a morning swim then the arcade. There's a few things in there calling my name…" we entered the elevator together and pressed the lobby…Then suddenly the elevator stopped, and everything went dark. The power went out.
Somewhere. Fifty-some odd gamers cried out in despair close by… probably the arcade.
"Well, shit…" I grumbled, trying the emergency call.
"Language Scott." Angela mumbled, pushing my hand gently away and trying the button, "Hello? Can anyone hear me?"
There was static for a moment… a long ominous silence, then "Yeah! Yeah, we hear you! Sorry. The power's out for the whole building. Some lady crashed their car into a power line!... She's perfectly okay, amazingly enough, apparently, there was an oil slick on the road… anyway you'll have to wait for us to get to you. Should be thirty to forty minutes." Angela sighed annoyed and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. I joined her…
We all know where this was heading.
"So… any plans for the day other than lifeguarding?" I asked absently, looking down the curve of her breasts in the swimsuit.
"Not really…" she mumbled, "Not a lot of the kids are hitting the beach today so I imagine we won't be there for long…"
"Depending on whether we get out of here alive that is…" I teased, she elbowed me gently and glared.
"Hush. Don't be so dark."
I grinned and pulled out my phone, no signal, unfortunately, but turning on the flashlight setting I looked around the elevator. It was pretty big and luxurious, with handlebars in the middle but it looked like it didn't have any security cameras in the corners or any sort of device to… watch.
So leaning my phone on the floor to flood us in light, I slipped my hand into Angela's shorts and began rubbing her crotch through her swimsuit.
"Scott!" she hissed, her hands immediately dropping to my wrist to stop me, but she was not doing a very good job. "Not now!" but her legs stretched apart and out to instinctively give me better access, gasping for breath as her body reacted.
"Why not?" I cooed with a soft whine, licking her skin at the neck, noisily sucking as I went up to her cheek. "Not doing anything else for thirty to forty minutes. Plus…" I added pulling down my shorts to reveal my half-erection, "I still got some morning wood… I think I need mouth to cock resuscitation…"
She rolled her eyes at the bad joke but they immediately widened in surprise as I pulled her down towards it, she gave a yelp of surprise which was a mistake if she didn't want to give me a blowjob because it opened her mouth. I easily slipped inside, like a ninja, and began moving her head up and down by her silky hair, still playing with her quickly wetting crotch as she lied on my lap, slurping up my dick.
Nothing quite like a morning blowjob, I should strive to get one a lot more.
I moved her head up and down my length as she slowly began to moan, her pussy thrusting against my hand as her lips tightened around me, stroking me expertly as she moved up and down. I let her work, enjoying the feeling of her tight lips, soft tongue, and warm mouth… then she felt my cock throb, and my balls twitch against her lips.
She immediately pulled off my length, still throbbing for her mouth, and glared at me. Angela hated to swallow, that was fine, I wouldn't force her. Granted there were tricks to get her too, most involved using her ass first… but I don't think thirty to forty minutes was an acceptable timeframe to enjoy it.
"Do not cum in my mo- oh…" she cringed, trembling slightly as I continued to work my hand, "Mouth. Do not!" she glowered at me, but I tore at her shorts, pulling them down to reveal her damp crotch.
"I need to cum somewhere…" I groaned, "Or they're going to wonder why there's semen all over the elevator."
She groaned but stood up, bending forward to grab the bar in the middle of the elevator, keeping her legs straight as she shook her ass to the doors. "…Hurry up." She said, a little impatient, a little annoyed.
But all sexy...
I crawled behind her, her pussy face level with my mouth as I pushed her swimsuit aside and gave her a long slow lick that made her legs quiver. "Hurry up!" she repeated, more impatient than annoyed as I stood up and slowly rubbed her pussy with my lubed-up erection. I stretched the swimsuit so it bit into her supple ass, displaying more for my pleasure as I gave one cheek a possessive slap, and squeeze before penetrating deep into her.
Refamiliarizing myself with my anatomy teacher's anatomy, I slapped her ass again and began thrusting as she held on tight to the bar, panting and moaning as she felt me stretch her. I pressed her legs firmly together, "Keep them straight… don't bend your knees…" she did, and suddenly she was infinitely tighter. "Fuck your tight!" I hissed, slapping her ass again at her moans became whines of pleasure, yelping and grunting as I went deeper and deeper into her.
I watched her ass bounce back against my thrusts, spreading her cheeks apart and grinning as her asshole winked affectionately at me… it wanted to play too. I slipped my thumb into her pulling her ass up as I thrust into her.
She shrieked, tightening immensely as she came and jerked her head nervously towards me, letting go of the bar with one hand and slapping my hand. But I held it firm, "No! No anal! You know what it does to me!"
I pulled out my thumb, and she relaxed, then immediately came again as I shoved three fingers into her stretchy hole, she shrieked and released the bar, bending forwards as I pulled her back, she grabbed her ankles to steady herself as I banged away, approaching my own release as I went in and out of her, moving both fingers and cock in a steady rhythm.
"I bet people can hear you…" I laughed, knowing they probably couldn't. "Let them hear what you do for your favorite student" I slapped her ass again and pushed forwards, burying my length and fingers into her and firing. Holding her in place with my other arm by wrapping it around her waist, I finished up, firing the last of my morning wood deep into her. I removed my fingers and grabbed her arms, pulling her violently backup as I wrapped her from behind and kissed her, jamming my tongue deep into her mouth as her eyes continued to roll from her orgasm. "Such a slutty teacher…" I cooed lovingly as she quivered, adjusting her swimsuit as I pulled out, letting my seed stain it as it contained my load in her pussy.
I squeezed her ass, my erection returning in my pants at the thought of going deep into it, but…"…Damn it Scott…" she moaned wearily and I knew it wasn't happening for now, I was confirmed of that just as the com began to buzz again.
"Hey! Hey, can you hear me!?" I pushed the button, but Angela spoke, I groped her breasts as she did but she slapped my hand angrily.
"Yes, we can hear you." She replied patiently. Slapping my wandering hands again and glaring at me, I sighed but smiled. Guess we were done playing.
"Okay good. We're going to get you out now so move to the back of the elevator." As we obeyed the doors were suddenly pulled open, apparently, we were just past the third floor, so we were easily able to climb out with the help of the staff.
There was very little we could actually do for now, so after getting checked out we made our way to the beach. I got my quick swim, but thanks to the blackout more students came to the beach and a distracted Angela was definitely not up for playing some more.
And since the power was still out and the arcade was out of the question I briefly debated on what to do… I couldn't just go back up to my room, that was several flights of stairs I wasn't up for and the TV was out. I bounced my phone in my hand, as I walked towards the reception area and quickly moved down the contacts list… maybe I could get a few ideas.
Settling on Olivia I called, and she quickly picked up. "Hey, Papi… I can see you."
I looked up and there she was waiting by the stairwell, just letting the door close behind her as she hung up and approached me, "Hey. I'm kinda bored." I noted as her jean shorts from yesterday's encounter hugged her hips.
"Oh yeah?" she said grinning at me, "…How bored. About… eight flights of stairs bored?"
She flicked her keycard between her fingers, placing it seductively into her mouth as she whispered, "Fareeha went out of the building with her mom… they won't be back for an hour or so… my room is all empty." She cooed thoughtfully as she turned, giving me a look at her ass as she shook it gently.
…Eight flights of stairs would be worth it…
Eight flights and jelly legs later I talked her into her room, squeezing her tights as I kissed her, falling onto the bed as we groped each other impatiently. I had an itch I needed to scratch…
"I need your ass…" I declared, turning her over and letting her legs hand over the side of the bed as I pulled her jean shorts down revealing her bare ass, she went commando.
"Ay Papi your so eager…" she teased as I spread her cheeks and prodded her ass impatiently, she hissed and clutched the sheets, bracing herself for the raw dogging she was about to receive. I clambered over her and thrust deep inside her ass at the same time, she shrieked happily as I felt her ass stretch around my length.
"Dios Mio!" she hissed angrily as my cock throbbed at her language sorcery, "Mi culo está en llamas!" I plowed on, encouraged by her shrieks of pleasure as she laughed through the pain, "Hágalo herir a papa!" she looked at me desperately as she slammed her ass back to meet me as best she could, "Toma lo que quieras, dame el resto…" she pleaded, moaning adorably as she begged for it, cumming slightly as her ass tightened around me.
…I only really understood half of what she said… but my cock throbbed desperately in response, ready to fire into her ass regardless of whether her Spanish spells worked or not. And fuck did they work…
I came, hard, so much so that it squirted out of her ass as I slammed into her, lubing her asshole as I moved it in and out. She moaned contentedly as her body shivered around my length. Panting like a dog in heat as she relaxed on the bed as I continued to move in and out of her hole. My hips were convinced that I could continue but my legs refused… stupid eight flights of stairs.
"My cock says yes but my legs say no…" I groaned sadly as she laughed, feeling my lips on her neck as I rested on top of her.
"I got you Scott don't worry…" she mumbled, "Get out and lie down…"
I slipped out of her ass and gave it an affectionate slap as I helped her get her pants back on before lying on the bed, she crawled beside me and without question slipped my filthy cock into her mouth and began to suck, moaning and licking as I stroked her hair, her hands massaged my balls and stroked my shaft as her mouth did all the work… and without warning, dick move on my part, I shoved her down on my length and released.
She dribbled a bit down my length as my cock trembled between her lips, but she slurped, licked… and swallowed my load as she kissed my cock head. "boop…" she giggled, looking up at me as her tongue went back to work. I wrapped my hand back into her hair, and pushed her back down… She accepted without question…
Two more fresh loads for my pretty little cumrag (her words not mine) later, the lights to the room turned back on. Olivia smiled and pulled off my length with a pop, "There we go… we can finally hit the arcade…" she grinned at me slyly, "Or… maybe not?"
However my phone rang and looking at who was calling, I sat up a little straight. "Mom." I said, Olivia stopped playing with my manhood and got off the bed, walking towards the bathroom.
"And that's my cue to clean up…" she noted sweetly licking her balls-massaging hand and shaking her ass one last time as she vanished into the bathroom
"Hey mom." I answered, wondering for some reason if I could use another shower as I heard the water turn on.
"Hey… honey could you do me a favor and come down to the security room of the hotel? I need you to tell the nice angry men that i beat the shit out of that I'm your mother, and "related" (I don't know how she managed to do quotes over the phone she was talented like that) to that BITCH who works here…"
I sighed and rubbed my eyes. "…Be right down mom."
End of Chapter
Approximate Spanish translation
Mi culo está en llamas=my ass is on fire
Hágalo herir a papa!= Make it hurt daddy!
toma lo que quieras, dame el resto= take what you want give me the rest