The Thirteenth Post

She was a Jewish woman in her early forties from the upper middle class. She had lovely Eastern European bone structure that was just slightly weathered, and dark hair. She was sucking my cock in the hotel room chair that her husband had reserved and paid for. He had dropped her off three minutes earlier. It made me feel bold, and I reached down and tore her blouse open. The buttons exploded everywhere and she whimpered. I pulled her head back and kissed her hard on the mouth and twisted a tit in my hand. She hissed in my throat. I slapped her nipple hard and pulled her face back down on my cock. She sucked it like a married woman, slow and deep, with experience. She gazed at my uncut cock; it was new to her. She looked at my smooth balls and lapped them. She slipped a finger into me and put my cock back in her mouth.

I took her hand and we went into the room of the suite. We were kissing and she was nervous and shaking.

"Are you okay?"

She just nodded and swallowed.

"Is this for you or for him? Do you want to do this or does he want you to do this?"

She looked at me and her eyes flamed for a second.

"I told him if he didn't let me see you, that I was going to move as far away from him as possible," she said.

I pushed her back on the bed. She fell and her legs parted. I tore her skirt off, hearing more threads pop, and took the thin, frilly band of her panties in my teeth, bit hard, and tore it off her cunt. The hair between her legs was dark. Her cunt was creaming and I started to eat. I spread the folds of her cunt like petals and licked them. I sucked her pussy. And her clit. I shoved two fingers inside her, then three. Then four. Her pussy took them and she gasped and writhed till the veins stood out in her neck.

We fucked, me on top, thrusting hard into her till we both had our heads hanging over the other side of the bed, me constantly pulling us down another foot and fucking her till we dangled over the edge again.

She was anemic, she told me once, when we spoke on the phone.

"That means you bruise easy," I told her.

"Are you smiling?" she asked. "I can hear you smiling."

"Yes."

I pinned her wrists over her head, against the headboard. I pinned them hard. I slapped her tits this way and that, and pinched and pulled her nipples. She loved it, pinching her other nipple when I twisted one. Her face and neck and chest were a deep flush. She started to come hard, bursting out with, "Oh my, oh my, oh my" until I slapped her, tight across the face and she got quiet for one second, and then started a low scream from her diaphragm that became a long, hard release. She came so hard she expelled me. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her legs twitched and kicked.

I went into the other room and got us water. She took it gratefully, her hair glued to her face and forehead.

"Can I show you something? I want to show you something," she said.

"Yeah."

"You have to lay on your stomach."

I climbed on the bed and relaxed. My hard cock had softened a little. She went to the bathroom and I heard the tap running. She came back into the room with a wet, steaming face towel.

"I learned this from a Japanese woman. She was a geisha."

"Yeah?"

She parted my ass and put the hot towel on me, and across my balls. It felt incredible and I moaned. I was hard once more.

"They don't fuck their clients. But this is what she did for her lover."

The towel was removed and replaced with her tongue. The sensations were electrifying. I bit the pillow and slowly let myself go. She had a finger in me. Then she had two.

"Will you please bring your knees towards you and raise yourself?"

I did as she asked. Her fingers curled inside me and my cock started to leak. She wrapped her fingers around it and started to milk me.

"Yes," she said, watching me. My eyes were closed. I felt my cock drip.

She pulled it back and licked the tip.

"I feel how much you want to release," she said. "Do you?"

"Yes," I groaned. My throat was dry.

"Turn over."

I did. Her fingers didn't stop.

"Jerk off for me. Show me how you jerk off."

I took my cock in my fist and pumped it hard. She watched, her eyes glazed, occasionally using the fingers in her free hand to scoop off my pre cum and put it in her mouth.

"I'm going to come soon."

"Good. Give me that cum."

I came fucking hard, spraying cum all over myself, flooding my stomach and chest, the feeling of hot cum almost scalding on my sweaty body. I cried out over and over. She moaned in delight. I heaved and breathed hard and started to come down. She bent over and licked the cum off me. Then we both laid back and laughed.

"He's going to come get me in the morning, if that's okay...?" She looked at me.

"Yeah, no problem."

"I'm just going to call him and let him know I'm okay."

I went to the bathroom and pulled up the seat while she made her call. Seconds later she appeared behind me.

"He's coming to get me early. Like 7. We have to hit the road."

"Okay."

She looked at my cock, then reached around and took it in her hand.

"Go ahead, piss."

I let it flow. She felt it in her hand.

"Wow."

We kissed and she held my cock while I pissed.

At daybreak she woke me up to tell me she was going. Her hair was wild and she was holding her torn blouse together. Her skirt was messed up. Her broken panties still lay on the carpet.

"I have to get going, I'm sorry. But here." She pressed a wad of crumpled cash into my palm.

"No, what are you doing?" I was still mostly asleep and confused.

"No don't worry about it, if I had more in my purse I would've given it to you. It's just gas money."

"No, come on--"

"--listen. Don't fuck with me and take the money."

"Aw. Yeah, okay."

She kissed me and left the room. The door clicked behind her. I put my head back in the pillow but I was already up. I kicked off the sheets and got out of bed. The phone rang. I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Um, is Lynda there? This is Paul."

"Hey Paul. Um, Lynda took off a minute ago. You'll probably see her soon." In a right royal fucking mess, I thought.

"Okay thanks!" he said and hung up.

I showered and checked out. Lynda had given me like 80 dollars in cash and it turned out I needed it for gas on the way back.

A week later we talked.

"You should have seen his face when I turned up looking like that. He was shocked."

"Was it okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, no it was."

"That's cool."

"It's funny because yesterday I was out in the garden with my hair up and he came up behind me and saw a bruise on my neck he didn't notice before. And he looked at me and said, 'What did that boy do to you?'"

We laughed.

"What did you tell him?"

"I just looked away and smiled."