Just Add Alcohol - Kimberly
written by:
ISawYourMommy

Chris entered Room 834 at the Palmer House Hilton and was immediately overcome by a stench he knew all too well. An assistant manager of the venerable Chicago hotel, he had been summoned to the room by the head of housekeeping a few minutes after noon on Sunday. It was just over an hour after check-out time, and the room was still occupied. Given the circumstances of the occupation, housekeeping didn't know what to do about it.

Before entering, Chris rapped his knuckles against the oak panel of the door several times before sliding the master keycard through the slot. When it clicked, he opened it slightly. "Hello?" he said loudly, giving fair warning of his impending entry.

Receiving no response, he pushed the door open and stepped into the entryway of the small suite. ‘Not again,' he thought to himself as the commingled scents of alcohol, sweat and sex assaulted him.

He closed the door behind him - loudly, giving further warning of his presence - and stepped down the short entryway and into the main living area. The shades were pulled and he squinted, looking across the room and into the bedroom, the door of which stood open.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered. His guest - Chris was rather proprietary of those who chose to stay at the Palmer House - lay upon the bare mattress of the king-sized bed, the sheets having been torn from the corners and strewn about the floor. She was face down, her small, dainty feet dangling off the edge of the mattress, her tight, tan-lined bottom bare to the stale, muggy air that permeated the room.

Judging by the rank odor of alcohol, she was passed out. Judging by the equally strong smells of sweat and sex, her little body had been ravaged the night before and probably into the wee hours of the morning.

* * *

The denizens of the city of Chicago were euphoric. Well, most of them were. The diehard Cubs fans were a little put out, upset that the White Sox were playing in the World Series just two years after the Cubs had blown their chance to participate. Nonetheless, the city in large measure came out to support the White Sox - the true-blue fans as well as the fair-weathered ones.

But with it the World Series brought a whole host of visitors from far and wide. Hotels were sold out - not just in Chicago, but in the suburbs, too. You couldn't get a reservation at a decent restaurant. Finding room to belly up to a bar was next to impossible. A cab in River North? Forget it. Just walk.

Astros fans, baseball fans, corporate sponsors, those who just wanted to say they went to a World Series game - one and all, they descended on Chicago like vultures, turning the city upside down for the first weekend of the 2005 World Series Championship.

Among them was Kimberly Cannon. Kim had arrived the Thursday before the first game on a Delta flight from Atlanta with a dozen co-workers. Being employed by one of Major League Baseball's major sponsors got her easy access to tickets. Being employed in the sponsor's marketing department with daily interaction with the MLB got her into a private box at the stadium and a small suite at the Palmer House Hilton.

Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on how one looked at it - she had had to leave her husband and two daughters behind. Tom wasn't happy about it, but the demand on the company's tickets and box access was too great to allow for spouses to attend, at least at Kim's level within the corporate hierarchy. Sure, Betsy, Kim's boss, had brought her husband. But Kim's of seventeen years had been forced to stay at home with the girls, relegated to watching the games on television.

While some of the younger company attendees had departed the Cell for the bars and clubs of Rush and Division, Kim returned to the Palmer House with Betsy, Betsy's husband, and a few mid-level MLB personnel. The rest of the returning crew opted for bed, but Kim stopped by the bar off the main lobby for a drink before retiring. Through the game, she had gulped down a few beers before switching to vodka-and-tonics; she wanted her buzz to keep her going a little while longer.

The bar at the Palmer House is by no means a Chicago hotspot. Nonetheless, it was quite crowded after the first game had let out. Kim elbowed her way to the bar and ordered a Cosmopolitan. Sipping from the glass, she waited until a seat opened at the bar and slid into it, smoothing the back of her gray, just-above-the-knee skirt as she sat.

Being alone, and not knowing anyone at the bar, Kim looked around her, peering through the cigarette and cigar smoke that drifted toward the ceiling, and eavesdropped on the conversations taking place beside her.

An elderly couple seated next to her paid their tab and rose to leave; Kim ordered another Cosmo from the bartender when he came to collect the couple's tab.

* * *

Gary, also in town for the opening game of the Series, had been sitting at a low table set away from the bar with a few of his friends. Graduates of Northwestern's business school, now flung across the country and, in one case, Southeast Asia, they had all met back in Chicago to attend Game 1.

Single, with considerable disposable income, Gary was playing the game. He looked around the bar - as he did at every bar - for any opportunity he could find to quench his sexual desires. The Palmer House was perhaps not the best scouting field, but several opportunities did present themselves.

When he saw Kim hike her trim rear-end onto the bar stool, he made his choice. He had tuned out the conversation around him, watching her as she brushed a few stray strands of long, dirty blonde hair behind an ear before tipping the martini glass against her full lips.

She looked his way without actually seeing him, and Gary smiled inwardly. ‘What a beauty,' he thought, taking in sparkling green eyes that sat above high cheekbones and an elegant, perfectly proportioned nose.

When the elderly couple sitting next to her at the bar rose, so too did Gary, taking his drink with him. "Be back in a bit," he muttered to his friends.

* * *

Approaching the bar, Gary slid into the just-vacated seat next to Kim and ordered another scotch-and-soda for himself.

"I've never seen this place so crowded," he said to Kim, looking around.

She glanced his way and gave him a small smile to acknowledge his presence.

"Let me guess," he continued despite her lack of encouragement. He feigned concentration, his thumb and forefinger at his temples. "You're here for the Series."

Kim smiled wryly, finishing the last of her Cosmo. "Wow, you're incredible! How'd you do that?" she asked rhetorically, setting the empty glass on the bar. "I mean, you're in a hotel bar full of tourists, it's the weekend of the World Series, and you actually managed to divine that I'm in town for the World Series."

Gary gave her a sly smile, ignoring the thick sarcasm. "It's my sixth sense."

"Yeah, I bet," she responded as the bartender approached with their drinks. Kim reached for her clutch.

"No, no. Let me get it," Gary insisted, pulling a twenty dollar bill from his wallet. "What kind of gentleman would I be to let such a beautiful young woman pay for her own drink?"

Placing their drinks before them, the bartender rolled his eyes at Kim before swiping the bill from the bar. Kim mirrored him, though she secretly reveled in the attention of young men.

"Mind if I join you?" Gary asked, all confidence as though there was no way the striking woman would decline him.

"You already have, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I have."

"Then you're welcome to stay." She raised her glass to the young man and they clinked. "Thanks for the drink."

"My pleasure," he said, taking a sip. "So, was I right? About the World Series, I mean."

"Mm-hm."

"Little dressed up for a ball game, don't you think?"

"Not really. If I was in the bleachers, sure. But I was in a box with some co-workers and clients."

"Nice seats."

"Very nice seats."

"And booze, too, I'm sure."

"And booze, too." She smiled at that, and took a long pull from her Cosmo.

"So, where are your co-workers and clients now? You look like you're here alone."

"That's because I am. They're either out at the clubs or hit the sack early."

"Leaving you all alone."

"Leaving me all alone."

"No husband?"

"No husband."

"At all, or just not here?" Gary strained for a look at her left hand. It was bare of any jewelry, with only a barely visible tan line at the base of the cherry-red manicured ring finger.

Kim just shrugged her shoulders again. The action caused her large breasts to rise then fall with a tight jiggle.

"Is that a tan line on your finger?" he asked, reaching across her for her hand and gently taking it in his.

She simply nodded her head.

"Married?"

Another nod. Kim's emerald eyes locked on his searching ones.

"So, where's the ring?"

"I took it off," she responded demurely, almost beneath her breath.

Gary's eyebrows arched in mock surprise. "Really?" It wasn't quite a question.

"Really."

"Hmph." He took a long pull from his drink, Kim's soft hand still cradled in his, his thumb lightly rubbing over the smooth flesh that normally sported her engagement and wedding rings. "Mind if I ask why?"

"No."

He paused, waiting for her to continue.

"No, you don't mind, or no, I can't ask?"

"I don't mind if you ask."

Gary waited for her to continue, but she didn't. "Ooo-kay. Then tell me, why did you take it off?"

Kim looked around to ensure that no one was listening before she answered. Leaning closer to the young man, her full breasts squishing against his muscular arm, she whispered in his ear. "I take it off when I wanna fuck."

Her hot breath caressing his inner ear - and the filthiness of her words - caused Gary's cock to stir in his pants. He let that sink in for a moment.

"Tan line's kind of faint," he said, his eyes focused on the pale band of flesh on the otherwise tan skin.

"I take it off a lot," she responded, again with a wry smile.

Gary returned her smile, and then took another drink.

"I think you should put it back on," he announced confidently, almost as a command.

"Oh, really. And why is that?"

"It belongs on your finger, doesn't it? Didn't your husband put it there on your wedding day?"

She frowned at the brash young man. "Why do you care so much? You're not my husband."

This time, it was Gary who leaned close. "No, but if I'm going to stretch your little married vagina tonight, I want that ring on your finger while I'm doing it."

Kim leaned back, somewhat surprised at the kid's bluntness. A smile crept across her face, parting her silky red lips and revealing her bright white teeth. She gave him a short nod and reached for her clutch, resting on the bar between them. She snapped it open, dug around inside, and pulled two rings from within.

The fingers of her left hand spread before her, long red nails gleaming in the faint overhead light, Kim slowly slid the diamond-encrusted wedding band on her ring finger, twisting gently to ease it over her second knuckle.

"Better?" she teased.

"Almost."

Kim smiled at the young man as she slid the engagement ring on. The light from above, while dim, caused the ensemble of diamonds to glitter brightly in Gary's eyes.

"How ‘bout now?"

"Much better." He again took Kim's small hand in his and bent, kissing the back of her hand. The three-karat diamond scraped softly across the flesh of his chin as he did.

Gary straightened and took a sip of his drink. The heat from the head of his cock burned into his thigh.

"Not sure your husband should ever let you travel," he announced, sotto voce.

"Prob'ly not," she agreed, downing the rest of her Cosmo and ordering another.

"Sure you can handle another drink?"

"Of course."

"That's - what? - three now?"

"S'far as you know."

"Quite a bit for such a little woman."

"Don' worry yourself. Loosens me up."

"I'd rather be the one to loosen you up."

"Oh, I'm sure you will," Kim smiled, lifting her refreshed drink to her shiny lips.

"You gonna take me up to your room any time soon?"

"Soon ‘nough."

"Make love to me?"

Kim just shook her head.

"No?"

"I only make love to my husband."

Gary was amused but a little confused. "But you cheat on your husband. How do you do that if you make love only to him?"

Her lips parted in a wicked smile. "I said, ‘I only make love to my husband.'" She leaned into him again, whispering in his ear. "I FUCK strange young men that I meet in hotel bars."

Gary nodded his understanding as a chill ran up his spine, but wanted her to clarify the difference for him.

"Well," she responded, "when Tom and I make love, its nice and slow. Missionary, you know? I might ride him once in a while. He strokes my hair, tells me how beautiful I am, how much he loves me. Very gentle."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, but fucking is different," she began, turning on her stool to face him directly, leaning closer to him. She rested her left hand on his thigh. "When I get fucked, I want to be on all fours, my hair wrapped ‘round some strange guy's fist as he yanks my head back. I want sweat pouring off my body."

She paused to hiccup.

"Pardon me. I want to be spanked. I want to ride young, thick cock in reverse cowgirl, my bald little cunt split wide open with a few fingers buried deep in my asshole. I want my nipples pinched and twisted. I want to be called nasty names, to be degraded."

Gary shuddered at the lady's depravity. "Not gentle," he muttered, his cock throbbing against his thigh.

Kim's emerald eyes bore into his and she slowly shook her head, her dirty blonde tresses whispering over her shoulders; a few loose strands fell from behind an ear, partially obscuring her classic beauty. "Not gentle at all," she breathed. "Very, very nasty."

"Let's get outta here."

Kim pushed herself off the stool, her manicured fingers bracing against Gary's thigh, brushing against his swollen shaft. Her full, wet lips descended on his ear. "Only if you promise to punish my cheating cunt."

"I . . . promise," he gulped, his mouth parched.

* * *

Kim slipped the magnetic keycard into the lock and, hearing it click, pushed the heavy oak door open, stepping into her mini-suite and flicking on a light.

Gary followed her, coming up behind her as the door swung shut behind him. Circling his arms around her trim waist from behind, he used his chin and nose to edge her dirty blonde locks to the side, nuzzling her soft neck and earlobe. He inhaled her perfume - and the vodka she had been pouring down her throat.

Kim stopped at the contact and moaned her approval as Gary's hands slid up her torso, his palms brushing over her large tits. Deftly, his fingers found the top button of her white silk blouse and undid it before continuing to the next. When he had pulled the last button from its hole, he yanked the hem of her blouse from Kim's skirt and then off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the thick carpet at his feet.

He felt for but couldn't find the catch at the front of her bra and instead simply yanked the silky fabric out and down. Kim's massive breasts popped from the D-sized cups as Gary nipped at her earlobe, the pearl stud clanking against his teeth. He strummed his fingers across her distended nipples before taking them in his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them lightly.

Moaning, Kim pushed herself away from the young man. She kicked the heels from her feet, one of them thudding against the drywall. Turning, she threw her arms around Gary's broad neck, draping her little body against his. Their lips met and her tongue slithered from between her ruby red lips, probing his mouth while she anxiously tore open the buttons of his shirt.

Gary groaned into her mouth, his tongue thrashing against hers, the smell and taste of alcohol strong on her breath. Kim's soft palms smoothed the shirt over his shoulders before her long nails pulled his belt buckle loose and ripped open the front of his pants. Sliding them down, the adulterous woman squatted, helping him out of his shoes before pulling the fabric of his pants and boxers over his feet.

Kneeling before him, Kim pushed the twenty-something against the entryway wall, her cherry-red nails pressing into the flesh of his thighs as her soft lips descended on the shaft that bobbed before her angelic face.

There was no subtlety to Kim's conduct. She wrapped her elegant fingers around the thick cock, circled her full lips, and slid them down the length of Gary's veiny shaft, not stopping until the fat mushroom-shaped head bumped against the back of her throat. She pulled back, half of the thick shaft protruding from between her lips, and jammed her face back on it, causing her to gag.

Saliva poured from her mouth, rendering a glossy sheen to her ruby lips. It slid down her chin and dripped to her jutting breasts as she bobbed her head back and forth. Above her, Gary braced himself against the wall with one hand, placing the other on the back of her head in a useless effort to guide what didn't need to be guided.

Kim moved in closer to the young man, dropping to her haunches, and cradled his heavy balls, kneading them in her long fingers. Her own spit dripped from her distended nipples as her fingers strayed from the hanging nutsack to the sensitive perineum toward his asshole.

Gary shuddered and his knees almost buckled at the sensation. With Kim's shiny lips sealed tightly around his invading shaft, the sensitive head tickling the back of her throat, his cock lurched in the hot sucking mouth and she backed off.

Kim pulled her sloppy face from the young man's crotch and regained her feet, leading him into the living area. As she approached the couch, she noted the flashing ‘message waiting' light on the room phone. ‘Probably Tom,' she thought. She gave it a mental shrug and turned and pushed Gary onto the couch. With a bare foot, she prodded his legs apart before kneeling before him again.

His cock still slick with a mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum, Kim wrapped her fist around the thick girth of him and it easily glided up and down his length. Lifting her torso and leaning forward, her massive breasts cleared Gary's thighs and settled to either side of his gleaming shaft.

She released him from her grip and placed her hands, slender fingers spread wide, against the outside of her soft but firm breasts. "Tittyfuck me," she commanded, pushing the globes together, creating a tight cleavage around Gary's cock.

He groaned as the warm, soft flesh molded itself to his veiny shaft and bucked his hips slightly, burying his cock in Kim's breasts. Pre-cum leaked from the winking tip of his cock and was swept away by her flesh, adding lubrication to her tight cleavage.

In front of him, on her knees, Kim raised and lowered her torso, dragging her soft tits up and down the length of Gary's shaft. Sweat formed across her forehead and at her upper lip from the effort; it glistened in the faint light cast by a table lamp throughout the room.

"That's it," she whispered when Gary bucked his hips again, the head of his cock gently nudging against the underside of her jaw. "Fuck these tits."

She pressed her torso harder against him and the sensitive underside of his cock coursed over her chest bone.

"Oh, gawd," he moaned, his large hands falling to the cushions, gripping them tightly.

Kim increased the speed with which she rocked against him, the tightness of her breasts pulling at the skin of his shaft, her breastbone crashing against the base of his cock.

Gary's head thrashed from side to side against the back of the couch. "Oh, fuck, ofuck," he muttered, his tongue thick. His cockhead turned a deeper shade of purple and lost its texture, taking on a smooth and shiny appearance.

Before his balls could release a torrent of scalding sperm across her lubricated breasts, Kim released them, leaving Gary's cock bobbing before her. Standing, she bunched the wool skirt up around her waist and wiggled out of the silk panties that adorned her damp crotch.

Kicking the thong from her feet, she fell into the corner of the couch, lewdly spreading her lithe legs. "Get down there and lick my cunt," she demanded through hooded eyes. She hooked a dainty foot over the back of the couch, planting the other flat on the floor, lightly slapping two fingers against her sopping vagina, a wet smacking sound emanating from between her legs.

Catching his breath, Gary slid from the couch to the floor and crawled between the married woman's widespread legs, her inner thighs glistening in her own juices. Needlessly, he placed a hand on each of her smooth thighs to ensure that her legs remained open to him.

Dipping his head toward her bald cunt, Gary inhaled the musky scent of her vaginal fluids before allowing his tongue to dart from between his lips. He ran the tip up one thigh and around the flesh surrounding her hole, careful to avoid her splayed labia and inflamed clit.

Above him, Kim moaned her delight, her long, elegant fingers running through his hair. "Yyeess," she hissed. "Eat . . . me."

Gary's tongue continued its journey down the opposite side of her cuntal opening and circled around to the crack of her ass. He traced the tan-line that ran along the junction of her toned leg and her crotch, across the top of her cunt and down the other side.

"Nice little shaved cunt," he muttered before wiggling his tongue against her sweaty perineum.

"Oh, ggaawwdd," she moaned.

Flattening his tongue, he dragged it up the furrow created by her flowered cunt lips, applying increasing pressure as his head rose, forcing his tongue to penetrate the adulterous hole. Kim bucked against his face and her fingers grasped at his short-cropped hair, long nails scraping against his scalp.

Gary pulled back and his wet lips hovered just above her inflamed clit. "Shave it for your husband?" he inquired, taunting the older woman, hot breath blowing across her clit.

"Uhn-ugh," she moaned, arching her back, trying to shove her burning clit against the young man's strong tongue.

Her efforts were in vain as Gary pulled his face and protruding tongue away from her. "Then who?" he whispered.

"For . . . me," she grunted. Her slender fingers slid to the back of his head, nails digging into his scalp, and she pulled the young man's face into her leaking cunt.

Gary's tongue slithered from his mouth and flattened again, pressing against Kim's engorged clit as she pulled him close.

"Aaaahhhh," she sighed, reveling in the exquisite pressure against her inflamed bud. She released her grip on the back of his head long enough to allow him to swipe his broad tongue down and then back up the crevice formed by her slick lips.

When Gary's tongue flattened against her clit, Kim bucked into his face, smashing his nose against her pubic bone, and screamed out, "Oohh, FUCK!!!"

Her nails dug deeper into the young man's scalp. Her pelvic bone slammed into his nose almost drawing blood. The overheated walls of her cunt opened up and cunt juice squirted from between her splayed lips, splashing against his chin and coating her crotch in the slimy fluid.

Her hips still bucking against Gary's face and his tongue still smashing itself against her clit, Kim removed a hand from the back of his head and brought it to her chest, squeezing a massive tit, the flesh oozing between her fingers. Her thumb and forefinger found the engorged nipple and twisted roughly, and another stream of cum sprayed from her sloppy cunt lips.

Gary's eyes watered and his nose stung. From between the cheating slut's thighs, he watched as the muscles of her stomach rippled and undulated, a sheen of perspiration glistening across the taut, tanned flesh. A bead of sweat, and then another, ran down her lightly made-up cheek before dropping to collect in the hollow of her clavicle.

Kim's body was still shaking and quivering when Gary pulled his drenched face from between her lewdly spread legs. He knelt upright and knee-walked closer to her. The fat head of his cock pushed at her sloppy cunt lips and he thrust his hips forward. The sodden state of her cunt allowed his cock to slide into her in one thrust.

Taken by surprise, Kim twisted her torso in pleasure-pain, her substantial tits rolling across her chest. She plastered her pretty face and bulging tits against the back of the couch. "Ooohhh, gggaaawwwddd," came her muffled scream as Gary withdrew his cock before brutally slamming it back into her yielding cunt.

He took firm hold of her pliant hips as he jackhammered his thick cock into her. Her ass cheeks rippled with each inward thrust and Kim screamed into the back of the couch. He released her hips from the grip of one of his hands, the marks of his fingers lingering on her damp flesh, and wrapped her dirty blonde hair in his fist.

He pulled back on her blonde tresses, now disheveled, and Kim's head pulled up. She turned slightly and peered over her shoulder at her young, male aggressor. Her eyes were alight with lust and her lips curled into a sneer, Gary's heavy nutsack slapping against her exposed clit with each thrust.

"This . . . what . . . you wanted . . . slut?" he grunted, a stream of sweat streaking down his cheek.

"Fuck . . . yyeess," she hissed, droplets of spittle spraying from her lush lips.

"This . . . how your . . . husband . . . treats you?" he taunted the married woman, slapping her left ass cheek with his free hand.

"Uuuggghhh!" Kim groaned, Gary's hand leaving several red imprints on her flesh as he repeatedly spanked her. "Oh . . . god . . . no."

Still yanking on her blonde mane, using it like the reigns on a wild horse, Gary pushed her over, exposing more of her tight bottom. A drop then another of sweat dripped from the end of his nose and fell to her rippling ass, landing at the apex of her crack.

Gary's middle finger strayed from her ass cheek and swept his sweat from her crack, sliding it toward her crinkled asshole. He swirled his lubricated finger around the tight anal ring and Kim jerked.

"Fuuccckkkk!" she panted through gritted teeth as the nail on Gary's probing finger scraped across the sensitive flesh of her sphincter. He released his grip on her silky hair and pushed her face into the back of the couch, his middle finger breaking through the seal of her tight asshole.

"Uuhhgg," came another muffled moan from the unfaithful wife.

Kim twisted her little body hard against the assaulting cock so that she was flat on her stomach. Her sudden movement pulled Gary's finger from her asshole and a pathetic whimper escaped her slender throat.

Behind her, his cock still firmly lodged in her cunt, Gary lifted his right knee from the floor and wedged it beneath her right leg, spreading her already lewdly splayed legs further. Sweat shimmered along the tanned flesh of her back and collected in the small of her back.

"Look . . . at you . . . whore," he tormented. "Some strange . . . cock . . . buried . . . in you . . . Bet your . . . husband . . . would be . . . ashamed."

Kim's muffled response was unintelligible, her angelic face shoved roughly into the corner of the couch. Gary again gathered her lustrous mane in his fist, pulling her head up, her chin resting on the low-slung arm of the couch.

"Fuck . . . yeah . . . he would," she spat. "My daughters . . . too."

"What a nasty . . . little . . . fuckhole . . . you are," he grunted, his large hands mounting each of Kim's quivering butt cheeks. He roughly pulled them apart, exposing the wrinkly asshole distorted by the thick cock buried in her yawning cunt.

Gary hung his head and allowed a profuse amount of saliva to fall from his lips. The wad of spit landed square on the misshapen ring of her asshole. He used two fingers to spread the lubricant around before sliding them into her butt.

"FUCK!!!" Kim screamed, her athletic body jerking and convulsing below him. Cunt juice squirted from her stretched hole, splashing against the conjoined couple before streaming down their thighs, soaking the couch. Her body continued to jerk, her cunt muscles contracting rhythmically around Gary's thick shaft, as he pounded into her in measured but powerful strokes.

As her orgasm subsided, Kim gasped for breath and again turned her head over her shoulder, her glinting emerald eyes burning lustful holes in him.

Gary pulled back and allowed his cock to slip from her saturated hole. He gave her a light slap on the ass, rose to his feet, and began walking toward the mini-suite's bedroom.

"Now let's see how filthy your cheating cunt can be in a proper bed," he said over his shoulder.

By the time Kim collected herself and caught up with him, Gary was in the bedroom and had pulled the comforter from the bed, tossing it in a heap in the corner. She eagerly mounted the bed and brought herself to all fours, her tan-lined ass turned upward, invitingly.

Gary raised a knee to the bed and followed her, moving up behind her. Before him his cock bobbed as he moved, coming to rest in the crack of her ass, his cum-laden balls swinging beneath and brushing against her flowered cunt lips.

Taking Kim's malleable hips in his hands, he pulled his hips back, dragging his cockhead down the crack of her ass. He felt the head graze through the sopping furrow of her cunt and slowly pushed it back into her. Her vaginal fluids eased his cock's progress as the head parted her slack lips and stretched her cuntal walls around his thick girth.

"Nice tight little cunt you've got," he murmured when his pubic hairs flattened against her firm ass cheeks.

Kim merely grunted her response, burying her pretty face in the mattress.

"Glad you give it up so freely." Gary was taunting her, giving her what she wanted: debasement, a little humiliation.

He pulled the length of his cock from her overheated hole, leaving just the head trapped between her loose lips. He drove his shaft back into her, pulling her cunt lips with it, and held it there. He leaned over her prone and sweaty body, placing his lips against her ear. He nibbled at pearl earring before whispering.

"Want me to buttfuck you?"

Kim didn't respond to him. His left hand let go of her hip and he gently but firmly gathered the locks of her radiant dirty blond hair in his fist, pulling her up, lifting her face and arms from the mattress. Several beads of sweat ran down her lightly muscled back. Her back arched, her massive tits thrust forward and a droplet of perspiration dripped from a thickened nipple, falling to the crisp white sheet, discoloring it.

He gently bit her earlobe, one hand circling around her little body, brushing against her taut stomach muscles, sliding up to a sweaty, heaving tit. His fingers found her distended nipple, pinched it lightly, twisted it a little.

"I said, you want me to fuck your little asshole?" His voice was a whisper, the low hum of the heater the only other sound in the suite.

Kim nodded her head. The movement was barely perceptible, but with her back to him, her silky hair rose and fell against his chest, stimulating his nipples. His cock still buried in her unfaithful vagina, Gary released her and she fell back to her elbows, her damp blonde tresses matted to her perspiration-slickened shoulder blades.

He pulled his cock from her and rolled off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. A moment later, he reappeared with a small plastic bottle filled with complimentary hand lotion.

Jumping back on the bed, Gary twisted the cap from the bottle and turned it upside down, spreading a quarter of its contents along the top ridge of his shaft. He emptied another quarter at the apex of Kim's asshole; she clenched as the cold fluid made contact with her overheated flesh. Gary watched in amusement as goose bumps appeared on her skin, as her asshole visibly tightened.

With one hand smoothing the lotion around his shaft, a finger from the other spread it around her anal ring, occasionally dipping into her depths to deposit the makeshift lubricant along her anal walls.

Beneath him, Kim mewled, her face buried in her hands as the young man prepared her forty-year-old asshole to be penetrated. ‘Ohmigod,' she thought to herself, her chest expanding and contracting with deep breaths. ‘I can't believe I'm going to let this kid fuck me in the ass.'

Behind her, Gary pushed one of her ass cheeks outward, using his free hand to align the head of his cock to her clenched butthole. He swiped the rubbery head up and down, stimulating the craggy flesh, prodding it open. Kim relaxed a little and the tip of his cockhead sunk into her.

"Oh, gawd," she gasped, tensing as the crown pushed passed her tight anal ring. His hand still firmly gripping his shaft, Gary pushed against Kim's upturned ass harder, forcing the head deeper into her bowels.

"Uuunnnggghhh," she groaned, stretching her arms above her, turning her head to the side. Her lips curled into a mask of pain mixed with pleasure as half of his cock lodged itself in her asshole.

Gary pulled back a little, tightened his grip on his cock, and shoved forward again, smashing his hand between his pubic hair and Kim's shuddering ass cheeks. He pulled it free and felt the rest of his cock ease into her.

"Ooohhh, gggaaawwwddd!!!" she screamed, her long slender fingers grasping at the bed sheets so fiercely her knuckles turned white. "Oohh, ffuucckk!!"

"Like it . . . in the . . . ass . . . huh?" he grunted, pulling back before viciously slamming his hips back against her sweaty ass cheeks.

"I . . . fuckin' . . . love it!" she hissed, whipping her head around, her emerald eyes ferocious with lust. Her elegant hands pulled harder on the bed sheets, pulling them from the top corners of the bed. "Harder! Fuck me harder! Pound . . . my ass . . . with your . . . young . . . cock!!"

Holding firmly to her hips, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, Gary increased the speed of his angrily thrusting hips, sending his thick cock into the depths of her asshole on each stroke.

Kim's pendulous tits swung beneath her little body, thick nipples grazing against the dampened sheets, rubbing them raw, sending tingles through her body. The steady pounding from behind her, the stretching of her tender asshole, caused her arms to give way.

Her slim torso fell, her tight ass still in the air. Her huge tits flattened between the mattress and her rib cage, the titflesh spreading to her sides, squeezing from beneath her trembling body. Sweat rolled from her ass to her shoulder blades, pooling there.

Gary followed her down, bracing himself on outstretched arms, his hands planted firmly on either side of her head; he could feel her labored breath on the hairs of his left forearm; the almost overpowering stench of stale vodka floated up into his nostrils. He bent and licked gently at her earlobe and felt her shiver as his hot breath caressed her inner ear.

"Reach back . . . and pull . . . your nasty . . . asshole apart . . . for me," he commanded in a whisper before pushing himself back up to his knees.

Below him, Kim pulled her arms in from above her head, bringing them around to her rippling ass cheeks. Gary watched as her cherry-red nails inched closer to her anal ring, pulling her flesh apart for him. Deep inside her butthole, his cock throbbed as a beautifully manicured nail accidentally scraped against his veiny cock flesh, the diamonds of her engagement and wedding rings glittering in the faint light cast from the bedside lamp.

"I love . . . stretching . . . little . . . married . . . assholes," he grunted, his breath ragged, his eyes beginning to roll to the back of his head.

"I love . . . having mine . . . destroyed," she growled back.

"Oh . . . god." Gary jerked, his movements erratic. He held himself steady, not wanting to blow his cum in her asshole just yet. When he regained control of his churning balls, he bent forwarded, pushing Kim to her stomach, flattening her against the mattress.

"What . . . would your . . . husband do . . . if he could . . . see his little wifey . . . now?"

Beneath him, her pretty face buried in her elbow, Kim moaned into her flesh.

"Pinned to a bed . . . getting fucked . . . in the butt . . . by a guy . . . whose name . . . she doesn't . . . even know?"

"Oh, ggaawwdd," she managed, her words muffled. "So . . . mad . . . so . . . fucking . . . mad . . . no idea . . . his pretty . . . little . . . wife . . . is such a . . . fucking . . . whore!"

Gary's eyes rolled back and felt his balls contract. His body lurched then stiffened and he quickly pulled his engorged cock from Kim's slippery asshole, gripping his nutsack in an effort to calm the torrent of cum that was almost unleashed. He remained there for a moment, suspended by an arm and two knees over the adulterous woman, his free hand squeezing his balls, his breath uneven, halting.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed, rolling off her to his back.

Kim pushed herself to all fours, sweat dripping from her nose, chin and distended nipples. She threw a leg over Gary's prone body and wiggled her hips when she felt his thick cock bang against her cunt lips. A twist here and a nudge there, and the fat shaft easily slid into her soaking cunt.

Developing a steady rhythm, Kim allowed her elbows to buckle and her little sweaty body collapsed against his, her hardened nipples digging into his muscular chest. Grinding her inflamed clit between their bodies, their pubic bones putting excruciating pressure on the little bud, Kim bent and sunk her tongue into the young man's mouth.

The smell and taste of alcohol nearly overwhelmed him, but the silky warmth of her tongue spurred Gary on. Grabbing her hips in his meaty hands, he thrust up into her, the rubbery head of his cock parting and stretching the walls of her cunt. He reached around and pulled her firm ass cheeks apart and she gasped as the cool air caressed the burning flesh of her asshole.

Kim pulled her slutty tongue from the young man's mouth and turned her athletic body around on the mattress. Getting her feet beneath her, she rose and then squatted over his prone body, her ass facing his way.

With her left hand bracing herself on her knee, Kim guided the thick shaft toward her gaping hole with the right. Once the shiny purple head was firmly seated in the folds of her cunt, she lowered her hips toward him and moaned deeply as the immense shaft prodded her walls apart.

"Oh, gawd," she moaned, settling her ass cheeks against his groin and stomach, her hairless cunt lips obscenely stretched to reveal her abused clit. "Feels . . . so fuckin' . . . good."

Kim lifted herself slowly from the impaling rod until just the head remained ensconced within her. Just before it popped free, she relaxed her knees and her pelvis crashed back down against his.

"Aaaahhhh!!!!" she screamed, her fat tits wobbling on her trim torso.

She lifted herself again but this time allowed Gary's cockhead to fall from her dripping cunt. With her right hand, she repositioned the rubbery head away from her cunt lips so that it brushed against her loosened anal ring. Without pretense, Kim again buckled her knees and impaled her tender asshole on the thick shaft.

As soon as her ass cheeks flattened against the young man beneath her, she pushed herself up again, then dropped, skewering her lithe body on the protruding cock.

"Oh, fuck," he grunted behind the unfaithful woman, his blurred vision fixated nonetheless on the sight of his blood-engorged cock plowing into her asshole.

Kim tried to push herself up again but the pleasure ripping through her asshole had zapped her strength. Halfway up the shaft, her quivering thigh muscles gave out and she fell back. The unexpected spearing of Gary's cock back into her asshole caused her to yelp in momentary pain, followed by, "Uuuuuuggggghhhhh," as she struggled to dislodge the fat, veiny shaft from her anal passage.

But Gary impeded her progress. He reached up and took hold of her shoulders, pulling her down toward him so that she was lying against his chest, her tanned and toned arms spread to her sides, bracing herself.

Gary reached around the nasty housewife and cupped her slippery tits, his fingers dancing across her thickened nipples, pausing to grasp them between thumb and forefinger, twisting. His continued bucking into her battered asshole kept her bouncing on his lap while he abused her nipples. Her legs involuntarily pulled up and her dainty feet bobbed in the air in time with his thrusts.

He released one of her raw nipples and slowly slid a hand down her taut, sweaty stomach. Consciously avoiding her clit, Gary lightly ran his fingers across the flesh of one trembling thigh, then another. His fingers lightly brushed over the flesh at the crease formed by her legs and pelvis before circling her dripping cunt.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered, goose bumps popping across her tanned skin.

Gary dipped his fingers below her cunt, tickling her perineum, and Kim bucked at the sensation.

"Pllleeeaaassseee," she whimpered. "Please play . . . with my . . . cunt."

He slowly traced a line from her sweaty perineum to her clit, dragging two fingers through the furrow of her bald cunt lips. His fingers slid across the engorge clit and Kim gasped and convulsed.

"Yyyeeesss," she hissed, a trapped nipple throbbing in Gary's clenching fingers. "Rub . . . my . . . clit."

Gary applied considerable pressure to her clit and manipulated it in quick tight circles, causing Kim to jerk and quiver on his lap, his cock still lodged deep in her not-for-my-husband asshole.

"Cum for me, whore," he whispered in her ear, the speed of his fingers increasing as they flashed across her bald cunt. "Squirt your nasty cum all over the room."

Kim's head fell back against Gary's shoulder, lolling back and forth, her damp dirty blonde tresses matting against his chest as he taunted her.

"You know why I call you whore?" he breathed, twisting hard on her raw nipple.

"Aaahhh," she squealed at the pressure before responding breathlessly. "Un-uh."

"'Cause you've . . . got a stranger's . . . cock . . . slamming into your asshole . . . and a wedding ring . . . on your finger." Gary increased the pressure his fingers were applying to Kim's abused clit as he reminded her of her marital status.

"Ooohhh," she whimpered, both from the cuntal stimulation and having her adulterous nature dragged before her.

"You are a filthy . . . little . . . fuckhole," he continued, his fingers a blur against her bald cunt lips and scorching, blood-engorged bud.

Above him, Kim's eyes screwed shut against the exquisite ecstasy that coursed through her body. As Gary's thick fingers sped across her distended clit, blood thundered in her ears.

"Great example . . . for your . . . daughters," she barely heard, her cunt lips contracting violently, searching for something thick and concrete to squeeze down on. "A little . . . married . . . butt whore."

Her nerves frayed, Kim jerked upon the young man's lap, his cock pulsing in her ass.

Then her little, sweaty body went rigid, her lungs contracted and her filthy mouth went silent. But just for a moment.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!," she wailed, her dainty feet slamming down to the mattress, her back arching and pulling her impaled ass almost off Gary's invading cock. Her thick nipples throbbed and a thick stream of cum jetted from her stretched cunt lips.

It arched from between her wide-splayed legs before splashing down to the bare mattress. A second then a third and finally a fourth torrent gushed from her cunt, each one weaker than the one preceding it, saturating the hotel mattress.

Spent but still quaking, Kim rolled off the young man, falling to her back next to him. Perspiration glistened across the tanned, taut flesh of her stomach. Her massive tits wobbled on her trim torso, her thick nipples alive, throbbing in the cool air. The smooth skin of her thighs gleamed with her female ejaculate.

Before she could catch her breath, Gary followed her, kicking a leg over her slim torso and straddling her. His thick cock rested against her heaving breastbone, the large, spongy head corking the bottom of her immense cleavage.

"I wanna fuck these tits again, slut," he breathed, moving up, the fat shaft sliding against her sweaty flesh. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock head, adding lubrication to his efforts. "You gonna let me fuck your husband's fat tits?" he taunted.

"Oh, gawd," she moaned, her eyes hooding over. "Fuck ‘em."

Gary leaned over the prone housewife, bracing himself with his hands at either side of her head. His shaft buried itself in her considerable cleavage before his progress was impeded, his thighs bumping against the soft bottoms of her substantial tits.

He reached for her thickened nipples, grasping them between his thumbs and forefingers. After ensuring that he had a good grip on the obscenely distended teats, he pulled them inward, trying to wrap her titflesh around his shaft.

Below him, Kim winced in the excruciating pressure that was being applied to her sore nipples.

Seeing her pain, Gary released her from his grasp and licked his fingers, soothing the aching nipples with his saliva. He then tapped her hands, coaxing her into action.

Kim slid her long, elegant fingers from her shoulders down to her soft tits, placing her splayed fingers against the outer reaches of her titflesh, pushing the supple globes together.

He pulled his hips back, his thick cock retreating down through the cavern formed by her molded tits. He savagely pushed back up - "Uugghh!" - but his cock popped from the hot, sweating cleavage.

Kim laughed lightly but slid her manicured fingers up her swollen tits, lacing her fingers together, trapping the young cock between her giant tits. She lifted her head, burying her chin in her chest, and spit a wad of saliva at the head of Gary's cock.

"How's that, you tittyfucker?" she whispered.

He moaned at her nasty behavior and pushed forward. The flesh of Kim's tightly packed tits caught his own, pulling it back as he thrust toward her face. The spongy, mushroom head of his cock bumped against the soft underside of her chin and she groaned deep in her throat.

Gary's eyes floated down to his cock buried in the older woman's chest. The soft, tan-lined flesh was squeezed tightly around his thick shaft. Her long, slender fingers were locked together. When he pulled his cock back down through the overheated but well-lubricated tunnel, her manicured nails hovering over his flesh, the backside of Kim's engagement and wedding rings scraped along his flesh. They caught on the veins of his shaft and the light from the living area hit the multiple facets of the three-karat rock.

The diamond sparkled in his eyes before they rolled into the back of his skull, the image searing itself into his brain for evermore.

Spurred on by the debauchery of this married woman - whose name he still did not know - Gary slammed his cock up and down through her yielding tits. Kim arched her back slightly, sending her breastbone crashing into the sensitive underside of his cock.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. Sperm churned in his balls and his thrusting became erratic. His body jerked uncontrollably. He pulled back and thrust into the cheating whore's tits one more time.

Cum flew from his cock and splashed against the underside of Kim's jaw. A second stream of cum roped from his cock, leaving a thick elastic string of sperm stretching from her chin to one of her heaving tits.

Kim released her tits from around his cock and wrapped her left hand around his trembling shaft, jerking it viciously. "Cum for me, boy," she hissed, looking up at the twisted expression that served as a mask on Gary's face.

Fucking his thick cock into her fist, Gary's eyes eased open at her words. They focused on the tanned, slender fingers gripping his shaft, the diamonds of her engagement and wedding rings sparkling with each thrust. "Oh, fuck . . . You are . . . so . . . fuckin' . . . filthy," he grunted.

Another rope of sperm gushed from the tip of his cock, splashing against her lightly made-up cheek.

"C'mon you bastard! Cum all over me!"

"Oh . . . gawd," he managed, his hips jerking against Kim's fist, feeling the cool platinum of her wedding band on his overheated cock flesh. A fourth surge of cum shot from his convulsing balls, plastering her chin, lips and nose in the white, pearlescent fluid.

"There you go," the adulterous woman growled. "Cum all over my face . . . all over my married . . . whore . . . face!"

Gary's cock jerked and quaked on Kim's tightly clenched fist a final time. A thick glob of sperm oozed from its tip and dripped down her slender fingers, whitewashing her cherry-red nails. Her grip on him slackened and she slid her fist down the base of his cock, coaxing the last of his sperm from him. The diamonds of her engagement and wedding rings were coated in a dull milky sheen.

Above her, Gary's body heaved, his breath still short, and his arms collapsed. He rolled off the cum-saturated housewife and sprawled on his back. The two lay side by side on the bare mattress, his face and chest slick with sweat, hers with sticky, chlorine-scented cum.

When Gary's breathing returned to normal, he kicked his legs over the side of the bed and sauntered out to the living area. He returned a few minutes later fully dressed, just poking his head in the doorway.

"Thanks for the fuck, whore," he offered.

His gratitude went unheard, however. He knew this as Kim's soft snores fell upon his ears.

* * *

Chris approached the doorway to the bedroom and stood just outside it. The woman's snores were unmistakable - alcohol induced - and her legs were slightly spread. Her ass cheeks, inner thighs and hairless vagina were caked with a white, flaky substance - undoubtedly dried cum. His eyes roamed up her taut back to the arms stretched out to her sides. The diamond rings sparkled in a stream of light that penetrated from a gap between the bedroom curtains.

Chris retreated from the doorway. Hotel protocol prohibited him from remaining in the room once he determined that the guest was female. He needed to summon a female manager to take care of this. In the living room, he lifted the telephone and dialed the front desk.

"Billy? This is Chris. I need a little help. I'm in Room 834 and I've got a woman passed out up here . . . yeah, another one of those . . . please track down Keri and send her up here. Tell her I'll be waiting in the hall for her . . . thanks, Billy."

Chris set the phone in the cradle, took a last look at Mrs. Kimberly Cannon. ‘Fuckin' whores,' he thought. ‘I should start calling their husbands.' He turned and exited the room.