I turned toward number four. By now, loud-mouth was just a lump of bleeding humanity. Number two was sleeping it off peacefully for the moment and number three was trying to make noises of some kind as he was doubled over from the taste of the testicles that were just kicked into the back of his throat. Number four was beside himself and I knew the fight had left him, but I still needed him for the moment. Time to talk this out.
“Listen to me.” I said calmly, but sternly. The panicked number four just stood there, shaking. “Hey, are you listening?” I tried to snap him back to the moment. He looked at me then his friends then back at me and nodded. “Okay, good. Now listen carefully. Do you have a car?” He nodded. “Good, this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to collect your friends and you’re going to drive them home, do you understand?” He nodded. “You’re not going to come back here.” He shook his head. “You’re not going to call more friends and they’re not going to come back here.” He shook his head again. “You’re all going to sleep this off… except for that guy, he might need to see a doctor tomorrow, but you’re going to convince your friends to forget about me, right?” He nodded.
I turned and started walking away, number four waiting for me to go away before making a move. I stopped and turned back around.
“One more thing.” Number four quickly turned toward me. “Sort your life out, Dude. Keep this up and one day, you might come across someone who’ll put you in the dirt rather than just put you down.” Number four just nodded. I gestured that he needed to get going and he quickly ran over to their car to bring it around and gather his friends. I turned and walked back to the motel room, Melanie opened the door as I approached, closing and locking it behind me.
“Are you okay?” She asked, trying to get a look at my hands.
“I’m fine, but horny as hell.” I pulled her to me, kissing her passionately.
“I wish you’d beat me that hard.” She smiled, after breaking our kiss.
“Tomorrow, let’s pick up some lube. I think it’s time I ruin that ass.” I smirked giving her a meaty swat on her cheek, making her jump.
“You’re so mean to me, making me wait.” She cooed, turning around in my arms and grinding her ass against my swollen cock.
“Besides, I like it when you clean my cock after sex and the butt is…” I reminded her.
“So?” She asked nonchalantly. “I’m your whore, David. Cleaning your cock, regardless of where it’s been, is a privilege for me. In fact, the idea of it being inside my dirty ass makes the act all the more meaningful to me.”
“Fuck, you ARE a nasty slut.” I said in amazement.
“Mmmm, but I’m YOUR nasty slut.” She moaned.
I reached down, grabbing her t-shirt above her jeans and pulled it up. Melanie lifted her arms, helping me in pulling it off and dropping it on the floor. She tried to turn, but I held her in place. I wanted to lean my head down and kiss her neck, but she was just too short to do so without breaking contact with her back. Instead, I ran one hand up to her right breast, pushing her bra cup over the top of it and cupping it in my hand, lightly twisting her nipples. With my other, I drew my fingers down her taut belly to unfasten her button fly. Melanie wrapped one arm around each of mine, restraining herself and exposing her torso for my examination and exploration. As I slid my thick fingers down the front of her panties, she began to grind on them and her ass on my cock. Melanie turned her head to lick and bite my bicep, her chest rising and falling heavily under my manipulations.
I moved my hand from her tit and around to her back, bending her over enough to expose her bra clasp. I took it between my finger and thumb and twisted, popping it free. Melanie shucked it from her body as I brought her back to my chest to begin feeling her up again.
“Pull your pants down.” I whispered. She slid her arms down to her waistband and pulled her jeans and panties down past her ass. The funk of two days without a bath or shower hit us in the nose, but rather than repulse us it aroused us with it’s pungent odor. I buried a finger into her hot slot as my palm pressed against her clit. Melanie moaned, thrusting her hips back against me, pressing back against my palm while trying to ride the thick digit pumping her hole. I took a nipple between my finger and thumb and began applying gradual pressure as I started twisting it. As if her nipple were a faucet knob, her pussy began drooling its womanly liquid over my finger. I held Melanie tightly against my chest and lifted her off the ground, using my finger currently hooked inside her to aid me and carried her over to the bed. I lowered her enough to where her feet were on the bed and her legs bent. “Keep stripping.” I ordered. Held in place only by my arm around her body and my finger in her cunt, she reached down and pulled her legs from her pants, her breath rapidly increasing by the ragdoll treatment I was giving her.
With her clothes off, I unceremoniously dropped her onto the bed so I could match her current state of undress. Melanie dove at my jeans as I pulled my shirt overhead, unbuttoning them to speed my process. She went straight for my stinky cock as soon as it was freed from its denim prison, stroking it expertly as she nursed on my nuts.
“Yeah, clean that filthy cock, you nasty bitch.” I urged on.
“God, I’m such a dirty cunt!” She moaned sucking and slurping my groin, “Feed me your filth, please! I need it!”
I ripped off the last remnants of my clothing and stood at the edge of the bed as Melanie, on her hands and knees, ministered her ritualistic devotions to my royal scepter. She was small enough that I could easy bend over the back of her body to access her pussy and ass. I plunged my middle finger into her dripping hole, getting it well lubed before retracting it and jamming it to the second knuckle in her butthole. Melanie jumped at the suddenness of it, but wouldn’t be distracted from her function as fluffer. I inserted my middle and ring finger of my left hand back into her pussy as I began pumping my right middle in and out of her dainty dumper.
“You know this is going to hurt, Mel.” I warned her of impending shellacking her shitter was going to get.
“Wreck me, Baby!” She cried out as her first orgasm triggered just from the anticipation of what was to come. “Put your bitch in her place.” She crooned before taking my head in her mouth.
Gripping with the fingers I currently had embedded inside her, I began to pull Melanie toward my impaled cock as I thrust my hips forward. She held tightly to the bedding for stability as I rocked her back and forth on my dick. She was still no where near capable of deep throating me, but she had relaxed enough that I could at least ram my tip into her esophagus before it became too tight to pass any further without excessive force. I’d pull her back enough that her saliva could run freely down my shaft where it would later aid in my insertion into her tightest of holes.. Meanwhile, I continued to abuse her rosebud, digging deeper, pulling and proding her sphincter in an effort to make it loosen up. I listened to her muffled cries of pain and ecstacy as I spit roasted her.