Part 1: Morwell Hotel – Facefucked Her Throat Raw & Ate Her Pussy Until She Squirted Non-Stop

The hotel door clicked shut, sealing us inside a world of golden afternoon light and thick, silent hunger. She was already moving into my space before the latch settled, her sundress a whisper of cotton against my shirt. Becca. Curves for days, perky tits straining the thin fabric, confidence radiating from her like heat. No words. Her hands came up, framing my face, and her mouth crashed into mine.

It was a deep, starving kiss. Our tongues tangled immediately, a wet, hot dance. I tasted her mint lip balm and something warmer, sweeter beneath. My hands roamed her back, palming the round, firm swell of her ass through the dress, then sliding up to cup a perfect breast. My thumb found her nipple through the cotton, already a hard bead. I rolled it, pinched gently, and she moaned into my mouth, a low, vibrating sound that went straight to my cock.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growled against her lips, my voice rough. My other hand slid into her hair, fingers tightening in the soft brown waves. “All that talk, and here you are. Just for me.”

She nodded, breathless, her eyes heavy-lidded. “Please.”

That one word was the trigger. My grip in her hair turned from sensual to controlling. I pulled her head back, breaking the kiss, and looked down into her flushed face. Her lips were red and swollen, her chest rising and falling fast. “On your knees.”

I didn’t ask. I guided her down with the pressure on her skull until her knees hit the plush carpet. Her hands went to my belt, fumbling with the buckle, her gaze locked on mine, pupils blown wide with want. She freed my cock, already thick and leaking, and didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth, leaning forward, but I tightened my hold on her hair, stopping her an inch away.

“Not yet.” I traced the swollen head over her slick, parted lips, painting them with my pre-cum. “You wanted this. You begged for it. Now show me.”

A shudder ran through her. Then she opened wider, tongue extended, and I pushed in.

Gluck.

The first deep thrust hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered instantly. I held myself there, feeling the tight, convulsive squeeze of her muscles around me. Then I withdrew, slick with her saliva, and pushed back in harder.

Gawk. Gluck-gluck.

I set a rhythm. Slow, then brutal. Each thrust drove my cock deeper into her throat, her neck bulging with the shape of me. Drool and spit began to run down her chin, dripping onto her chest, soaking a dark patch on her sundress. The sounds were obscene, wet, gagging music.

Hrrrk… Gack!

“Eyes on me,” I commanded, my voice tight. Her teary, beautiful eyes rolled up to meet mine. I fucked her face in earnest now, using my grip on her hair to piston my hips. Her throat opened and closed around me, a desperate, slick suction. She gagged, her body jerking, but her hands came up to grip my thighs, holding on, urging me deeper.

“Deeper,” she choked out around my length, the vibration exquisite. “Fuck my face harder.”

I obliged. My balls slapped against her chin. Her throat made a continuous, wet glug-glug-glug as I plowed into it. I felt the climax building in my spine, a hot, urgent coil. I hadn’t planned this. It was too soon. But the sight of her, the feel of her, the raw submission…

“Swallow it,” I grunted, the words ripped from me. “Take it all.”

My hips stuttered. I shoved myself to the root, holding her head there as I erupted. Thick, hot pulses shot directly down her throat. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. She had no choice, her throat working involuntarily as I filled her. Her body tensed, then went limp as I finally pulled out, my cock sliding from her lips with a wet pop.

She gasped for air, a string of saliva and my cum connecting her lips to my tip. She looked utterly wrecked and utterly perfect.

“Good girl,” I whispered, my thumb wiping a mix of fluids from her cheek. “So fucking good for me.”

That praise lit a new fire in her hazy eyes. Before she could recover, I hooked my hands under her arms and hauled her to her feet. I spun her, pushed her toward the king bed, and yanked the sundress up and over her head in one rough motion. She was naked beneath. God, she was stunning. Soft curves, perky tits with pink, taut nipples, and a thatch of dark hair above a pussy already glistening.

I pushed her onto her back. She sprawled, limbs loose. I grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wide, putting every inch of her on display. The air smelled of her arousal, musky and sweet.

“Don’t move,” I said, my voice dropping to a husky murmur.

I knelt between her thighs and leaned in. My first lick was a long, slow stripe from the very bottom of her slit, over her tight, puckered asshole, all the way up to her swollen clit.

She shrieked, her back arching off the bed. “Fuck!”

I didn’t let up. I buried my face in her, my tongue a relentless, wet instrument. I licked broad, flat strokes, then focused on her clit, sucking the hard little bud into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it rapidly.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she chanted, her hands fisting in the sheets.

I moved lower, spearing my tongue into her dripping pussy. She tasted incredible. Tangy, rich, addictive. I fucked her with my tongue, deep and fast, then pulled back to swirl it around her entrance before plunging back in. Her hips began to buck, grinding her wetness against my mouth.

“I’m gonna… I can’t…”

“You will,” I growled against her flesh. “You’ll cum when I say.”

I shifted my focus again, my hands spreading her ass cheeks wide. I blew a cool breath over her other hole, and she whimpered. Then I leaned in and licked a slow, firm circle around the tight rim.

Her whole body seized. “Jesus!”

I rimmed her deeply, my tongue pressing insistently at the clenched muscle until it yielded, letting me push inside. The taste was earthier, saltier. I ate her ass like I was starving, my tongue plunging and circling, while my thumb rubbed furious circles on her clit.

The orgasm tore through her. It wasn’t a gentle wave; it was a violent quake. Her body bowed off the bed, a raw, screaming sob ripped from her throat. Her pussy clenched around nothing, gushing a hot flood of fluid that soaked my chin and the sheets beneath her. A squirting, undeniable gush. It hit my chest with a wet slap, the volume shocking, the scent filling the room.

She collapsed, trembling, her chest heaving. “No more… too much…”

“We’re just starting,” I said, my voice dark with promise. I crawled up her body, my cock, hard again, nudging at her soaked entrance. “You wanted multi-rounds. You’re getting them. Now turn over.”

I manhandled her onto her hands and knees. She was limp, compliant. I positioned myself behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding my cock to her pussy. I didn’t enter. I rubbed the head through her slick folds, over her throbbing clit, making her shudder.

“Please,” she begged, pushing back against me. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

I sheathed myself inside her in one smooth, deep thrust. She was so tight, so hot, gripping me like a velvet fist. I started slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, savoring the exquisite glide.

“You feel perfect,” I grunted, my hand moving to her hair, pulling her head back. “Taking me so deep. Such a good, greedy slut.”

The praise made her moan louder. I picked up the pace, my hips slamming into her ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room. I reached around, finding her clit, and rubbed in time with my thrusts. Her internal muscles began to flutter around my cock.

“I’m gonna cum again!” she cried.

“Do it,” I ordered, pounding into her harder. “Squirt for me. Let me feel it.”

Her second orgasm hit with less warning but equal force. Her pussy convulsed around my cock, milking me, and another gush of fluid erupted, splashing against my thighs and the bed below. She screamed, her voice going hoarse, her arms giving way so her face pressed into the mattress, her ass still high in the air for me.

I fucked her through it, my own release threatening. But I wasn’t ready. I had other plans. I pulled out, my cock glistening with her juices. She whimpered at the loss.

“Shhh,” I soothed, rolling her onto her side in a spooning position. I reached for the lube on the nightstand. “Round two is for this perfect ass.”

I slicked my fingers, pressing one against her back door. It was tighter than anything I’d ever felt. I worked it in slowly, feeling her body resist, then accept.

“Breathe,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her shoulder. “That’s it. Take it for me.”

I added a second finger, stretching her. She was panting, her eyes squeezed shut. “It’s so much…”

“You can take it. You’re made for it.” I scissored my fingers gently, feeling the ring of muscle loosen. When I added a third, she gasped, but her hand reached back to grab my thigh, holding me close. “Good girl. Look at you, stretching for me. So beautiful.”

I withdrew my fingers. Her asshole remained open for a second, a dark, wet pink circle, slightly gaped from the stretch. A beautiful sight. I lubed my cock generously and pressed the broad head against that loosened ring.

“Now,” I said, my voice a command. “Take my cock in your ass.”

I pushed.