My Inner & Sometimes Out Spoken Thoughts

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“Miss Evans” he yelled as he entered the hotel room. 

I didn’t stir. “Let’s get a move on, we’re heading back to LA tonight.”

He walked through the front room and was heading towards me in the bedroom. I stayed perfectly still.

“Miss Ev—” there was a pause in his voice as he entered the bedroom. “ans…”

I lay face down, bra, garter, stockings, and his hat. I wasn’t taking no for an answer any longer. This was it.

“Hi honey, you’re home?” I said as I turned my head back towards him. “See anything you like?” I had never been this bold in my life. But I craved him.

“I uhh.. No, I— yes. I mean.. Hi.” 

I crawled across the bed towards him. The entire time staring at the bulge in his pants. As I crawled I opened my mouth, slowly, sensually. My eyes grew bigger as I slithered toward him. As I moved, so did he. His hands pulling at his tie, and his shoulders shrugging off his jacket. As I reached the end of the bed my mouth hung open, and my eyes, shifted from his bulge, to his face. I stared intently into his eyes. 

Clearly, he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted him. As he reached the edge of the bed he had undone his belt, and button and let his pants fall off him. He wore no underwear. His hand gripped the back of my head and his penis, already growing entered my mouth. And I sucked. His hips bucked and I held my mouth. His hand gripped in my hair and pulled me into him. He was fucking my mouth. According to plan.

He started to mutter unintelligible words. I didn’t care what he was talking about. Something about a plane, and Dominique, and the deal. Didn’t give a fuck. It was all I could do to concentrate on not gagging as his cock hit the back of my throat, pumping my mouth wildly now. I grabbed at his legs, pulling him at me harder. Fuck my face.

The muscles in his stomach started to contract and his breathing heaved in his chest. He gasped a little and pulled hard on my hair as he pulled his cock back. I looked into his eyes again as we seperated. I wanted to taste his cum, but he would not give in. 

“How did you like the flavour of Nina’s cunt?” He asked me with a hearty laugh. “I just finished fucking her. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind. It tasted fabulous.” He released my hair and walked away. “Can I get you a drink?” He asked. I had already had 4. To work up the nerve to just be lying naked when he got here, I sure didn’t need another.

“I’m.. I’m good. Come back here?” I said.

“You almost had me, there. That was very well done.” He teased.

“No.. you aren’t getting away with that. Get over here and fuck me. NOW.”

Instead he poured himself a scotch. His cock still rigid. I relented again. If he won’t come to me, I’ll come to him. I walked purposefully and bent myself over a chair by the bar, inches from him. I opened my legs and gyrated my hips. I was so fucking horny. I needed his cock in me. Right now.

“Miss Evans, I’ve never seen you so forward. Do me a favour. Check with the flight crew if my private jet has arrived. We’re leaving tonight. I’m not waiting for the company jet tomorrow.”

“Fuck me!” I reached back and started to finger myself one hand under my leg and pressing my clit, the other over my ass sliding into my pussy hole. My clit, throbbing at my own touch. My pussy, soaked with my own juices. My hips started to press back against my own fingers as I slid in and out. “Please. Fuck me?” I could feel him watching me. Standing there, inches from me. Hard, drinking his scotch. 

He exhaled hard, “move your hand.” And I did. I felt the head of his cock being dragged up and down my slit. He pushed it forwards and ran it over my clit. He left it there as my fingers continued to rub, and I worked my hand around his cock as well. Pressing it up to hit my clit and rubbing all over it. Franticly trying to achieve contact. To achieve pressure. He pulled back again and up my slit. He paused at the entrance to my cunt and pushed ever so slowly and slightly in. As my hole opened I immediately felt a convulsion in my pussy. He reached down and pressed on my clit. Adding pressure and slowly entering me. His entire cock head. Inside me.

“Say it again.” He growled at me. “Say it.. FUCKING AGaIN.”

“Fuck me.” I whispered, meekly.

“Again.”

“Fuck me.” This time aloud. I started to cum. My body quivered and shook. He still hadn’t fully penetrated me but his fingers and cock were overwhelming. Almost as overwhelming as his voice. The command he held over me.

“Again.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME.” My hips involuntarily shot back and tried to impale on his cock. And just as I did, he pulled back. He pulled out. And as he pulled out he slapped my ass with the hardest, loudest slap on my ass ever. It stung so badly I fell off the chair to the ground. “OOOOWWWW” I screamed out.

“What the fu—”

“Don’t ever.. EVER.. try to tease me. You aren’t in command here. Remember that Miss Evans. Now get on the fucking phone, and call the flight crew. We’re leaving.”

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