Guilty Pleasures
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,814
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Guilty Pleasures
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A/N - Talk about guilty pleasures... mine is writing smut. ^_^ This is just a little PWP for my own entertainment which I thought I would share with you. ~Best Left Exposed
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There was the constant burn in her groin and her panties were saturated with the warm slickness that kept flowing from her enflamed pussy. It was a guilty pleasure, a perverse addiction. Ear pressed to the thin wall of the hotel room. It was one of those cheap, grungy places that old, horny men took their whores, so their wives wouldn\'t find out what sick, fucking bastard they were. Well, maybe they already knew and didn\'t care. Didn\'t care about their husband\'s cocks sliding into the loose folds of an overused whore\'s cunt. With their moans and grunts like feral beasts as they banged out their sick fantasies and perverted fetishes. The slap of bare skin and the wet snapping as their cocks slid in and out of the wetness, all heard in the silences between guttural groans. If they were sick and perverted, then what did that make her for coming there and listening to them fuck through the wall?
The insides of her pussy clenched with need and her hand slid down the front of her unfastened jeans. She felt the wetness through her underwear and moaned softly. Oh, how she wished to change places with those heavily made-up, skimpily dressed whores! She wouldn\'t even have taken the money to be fucked so thoroughly, even by those ugly, hairy creatures that called themselves men during the light of day. Her fingers pulled the crouch of her underwear aside and the wetness that met her seeking fingers made her gasp as she pressed between her inner folds. The hot slickness of her juicy pussy and the sounds of fucking coming through the wall about sent her over that illicit edge. She pushed her middle finger into her tight snatch up to the first knuckle, rubbing her clit with the furthermost pad of the same finger, fucking herself, creating her own small wet snaps with the motion. Her jeans had fallen off her hips as she rocked into her hand. Her pussy juices starting to flow down her inner thigh. With her free hand, she fondled her breast through the thin tee shirt and tweaking her peaked nipple.
\"Fuck me! Harder! Do it harder!\" She heard through the wall.
\"Yesss... harder...,\" she murmured to herself in ecstasy, imagining that hard, thick cock fucking her sweet, creamy pussy.
A wailing moan of lust erupted so loud it could\'ve been heard even if she didn\'t have her ear plastered to the wall. \"Yes! YES!\" Sounds of the woman\'s orgasm so delicious, she sighed in pleasure. The wet, slapping of cock slamming into a saturated pussy was getting louder as each thrust drove that much deeper. The harsh sounds from the man\'s throat rasping ever louder.
She was slamming three fingers deep with herself now, the palm of her hand rubbing her clit on each upstroke, she felt the slow tightening of her inner walls that came with the ever climbing burn of pure animal lust. She pinched her nipple hard and she squirmed even harder into her sopped hand.
\"Fuck! Aahh, shit! YES!\" The man was coming. Straining as he pressed hard and deep between the whore\'s legs and into her pussy, shooting his full load.
She was coming, too. She practically shoved her whole hand up into her spasming pussy, her other hand had come down to join it\'s mate and brutally rubbed her clit, sending jolting shocks of pleasure through her body. She heard the squeak of the bed as it\'s occupants left it\'s dirty embrace and continued to rock her hips, her fingers withdrawn to only the middle one again. The other hand found it\'s way to her lips as she sucked her own come from her fingers, eyes glazed.
The door to the next room slammed shut and she was left alone with her wet fingers, throbbing pussy and saturated panties. She pushed off the wall and tugged her jeans back up, not bothering to wipe herself up. She wanted that sex smell to rise up and caress her nose when she walked. Her fingers smelled of it when she would push up her glasses, making her hot with the sweet scent of her own pussy. It was a part of the game... her secret, sinful game. She closed the door of the room behind her and made her way back toward the reception desk of the slummy, hole in the wall hotel where she worked. A small, self-satisfied smile dancing on her lips as she waiting for the next pair of guests to check in.
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Thanks for reading!! Even though this is just a short one shot, PWP, I\'d still appreciate REVIEWS. Just so I know to continue posting these kinds of naughty things... I mean a good read doesn\'t HAVE to have a plot, does it?? ^_^ ~BLE
.
A/N - Talk about guilty pleasures... mine is writing smut. ^_^ This is just a little PWP for my own entertainment which I thought I would share with you. ~Best Left Exposed
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There was the constant burn in her groin and her panties were saturated with the warm slickness that kept flowing from her enflamed pussy. It was a guilty pleasure, a perverse addiction. Ear pressed to the thin wall of the hotel room. It was one of those cheap, grungy places that old, horny men took their whores, so their wives wouldn\'t find out what sick, fucking bastard they were. Well, maybe they already knew and didn\'t care. Didn\'t care about their husband\'s cocks sliding into the loose folds of an overused whore\'s cunt. With their moans and grunts like feral beasts as they banged out their sick fantasies and perverted fetishes. The slap of bare skin and the wet snapping as their cocks slid in and out of the wetness, all heard in the silences between guttural groans. If they were sick and perverted, then what did that make her for coming there and listening to them fuck through the wall?
The insides of her pussy clenched with need and her hand slid down the front of her unfastened jeans. She felt the wetness through her underwear and moaned softly. Oh, how she wished to change places with those heavily made-up, skimpily dressed whores! She wouldn\'t even have taken the money to be fucked so thoroughly, even by those ugly, hairy creatures that called themselves men during the light of day. Her fingers pulled the crouch of her underwear aside and the wetness that met her seeking fingers made her gasp as she pressed between her inner folds. The hot slickness of her juicy pussy and the sounds of fucking coming through the wall about sent her over that illicit edge. She pushed her middle finger into her tight snatch up to the first knuckle, rubbing her clit with the furthermost pad of the same finger, fucking herself, creating her own small wet snaps with the motion. Her jeans had fallen off her hips as she rocked into her hand. Her pussy juices starting to flow down her inner thigh. With her free hand, she fondled her breast through the thin tee shirt and tweaking her peaked nipple.
\"Fuck me! Harder! Do it harder!\" She heard through the wall.
\"Yesss... harder...,\" she murmured to herself in ecstasy, imagining that hard, thick cock fucking her sweet, creamy pussy.
A wailing moan of lust erupted so loud it could\'ve been heard even if she didn\'t have her ear plastered to the wall. \"Yes! YES!\" Sounds of the woman\'s orgasm so delicious, she sighed in pleasure. The wet, slapping of cock slamming into a saturated pussy was getting louder as each thrust drove that much deeper. The harsh sounds from the man\'s throat rasping ever louder.
She was slamming three fingers deep with herself now, the palm of her hand rubbing her clit on each upstroke, she felt the slow tightening of her inner walls that came with the ever climbing burn of pure animal lust. She pinched her nipple hard and she squirmed even harder into her sopped hand.
\"Fuck! Aahh, shit! YES!\" The man was coming. Straining as he pressed hard and deep between the whore\'s legs and into her pussy, shooting his full load.
She was coming, too. She practically shoved her whole hand up into her spasming pussy, her other hand had come down to join it\'s mate and brutally rubbed her clit, sending jolting shocks of pleasure through her body. She heard the squeak of the bed as it\'s occupants left it\'s dirty embrace and continued to rock her hips, her fingers withdrawn to only the middle one again. The other hand found it\'s way to her lips as she sucked her own come from her fingers, eyes glazed.
The door to the next room slammed shut and she was left alone with her wet fingers, throbbing pussy and saturated panties. She pushed off the wall and tugged her jeans back up, not bothering to wipe herself up. She wanted that sex smell to rise up and caress her nose when she walked. Her fingers smelled of it when she would push up her glasses, making her hot with the sweet scent of her own pussy. It was a part of the game... her secret, sinful game. She closed the door of the room behind her and made her way back toward the reception desk of the slummy, hole in the wall hotel where she worked. A small, self-satisfied smile dancing on her lips as she waiting for the next pair of guests to check in.
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Thanks for reading!! Even though this is just a short one shot, PWP, I\'d still appreciate REVIEWS. Just so I know to continue posting these kinds of naughty things... I mean a good read doesn\'t HAVE to have a plot, does it?? ^_^ ~BLE
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