I submitted this a while back. I took the liberty of re-posting the original part with the addition, so no one would have to look back to see what the hell I was talking about. Anyway, here is the completed version. Thanks for reading it, Joey.
10:45PM said the clock on his dashboard. He'd been on the road nearly 12 hours. The pressure under his eyes were proof that he'd been staring out of his windshield way too long. It wasn't so much that he was tired, as he was defeated. Last night he'd walked in on his nightmare, any guy's nightmare for that matter. He'd gotten off of work and was supposed to go out and "have a few" with the boys. He changed his mind and took some shit from them in the parking lot. They called him "pussy whipped" and "faggot", but he just wasn't in the mood. He thought he'd go home and take her out for dinner and maybe have a few drinks with her instead.
He heard them as soon as he opened the door. He immediately recognized her moans and squeals. He inched across the room and looked into the partially opened door and saw them. He was pounding her pretty good from behind. He grunted with each thrust and watched the shock wave of his movement move up her ass and disappear into her lower back. He heard her grunt in response as he penetrated deeply into her. She was on all fours at the end of the bed, her legs spread wide apart. She rested on her hands and her head hung down between her shoulder blades. Her long blonde hair matted to the sheets with her sweat. She was begging for him to fuck her harder. He obliged and pounded her mercilessly. She squealed louder and gurgled some kind of reply. He heard him ask her if she wanted it harder. "Yes!" The word seemed to be a struggle for her to say. He watched transfixed. This morning she was his, he thought. Now? He couldn't fathom his answer.
He watched as his antagonist pulled his prick out of her and began to insert it into her anal opening. She pleaded with him to put it there. "Oh yes...put it there...I need it there," he heard her say. She never allowed him "there." She wasn't "that kind of girl" or "I'm not one of your whores!" And yet here she was backing her cornhole into him with just the lubrication of her own pussy juice. He was incredulous. He stared at the two of them, so consumed in their passion, they never noticed him. It had been five minutes already and they never noticed him! He moved slowly into her asshole, very slowly, an inch at a time. She squealed in delight. She back into him as much as he moved forward into her. Finally he was all in and she began to pull away again, very slowly. She threw her head back in delight and passion. She was making noises he'd never heard from her in the three years they had been together. Their tempo picked up by the second, until he was slamming her asshole as hard as he pounded her pussy, only, she seemed to be enjoying this even more so. "You're making me cum." He heard her tell him. He watched her move her fingers between her legs and begin to rub her clit. The power of his thrust kept knocking her hand away, but she was persistent in her quest and was soon rubbing her button as vigorously as she could without knocking it off her body. He noticed that his shoulders were tensing and his head began to rise up toward the ceiling. His pace quickened, if that was possible, and he got up on his toes and threw his whole body into her ass. She did have a nice ass, a spectacular ass, he thought. He heard this intruder say to her that he too, was approaching his own climax. Two more swift strokes and his load passed the point of no returns. She shuddered to her orgasm as pulled his dick of her knot hole and grasped it in his right hand. He angrily stroked it until it exploded all over her back one jet of semen landed right between her shoulder blades. She fell, face first, into the mattress, her ass still in the air. He placed a hand on each hip and put his dick back into her pussy and began, again, to fuck her. After a dozen or so strokes, he too, fell on the mattress face up and staring at the ceiling.
He stood in the doorway a few seconds more and then cleared his throat. It had the desired effect. Both of them jumped. He sat straight up, she regained her doggy position, only now, she was looking at him over her left shoulder, with her ass still facing him.
"Joe, you don't understand. Let me explain...please?"
He walked to the closet and grabbed his hockey bag and dumped its contents out on the closet floor. He proceeded to put whatever he could get his hands on into the bag. He began emptying whole drawers at a time into the cavernous bag.
"I'll call you in a few days," he said to her, ignoring him completely. "I'm not sure ...I'm just not sure."
He walked to the bedroom door and turned to talk to the two of them.
He pointed at her and said. "We're done. Be gone by the time I get back." He then looked over toward him and said, "And you ...fuckface, go take a shower you got shit on your dick." He walked out to truck opened the door and threw the bag over the passenger side.
He left New Jersey and began driving. He made a stop in Virginia for the night and began driving in the morning again. He had no idea where he was going. Now, here he was on I-75 somewhere south of Atlanta and north of Macon, his hands gripping the wheel way too hard. He spotted a sign for a Marriott up ahead and decided he'd stop there. Late into the Georgia night, he exited the interstate and made a right off the ramp. He spotted a bar just before the driveway to the hotel and thought to himself that it wouldn't hurt to have one or two before he slept. He parked his F-150 in the lot walked up and opened the door. The Allman Brothers were on the box as he walked over to the bar and made the stool. A pretty barmaid in a plaid shirt tied up under her spectacular breast and ample cleavage asked him...."Whatta ya have?" , and smiled at him. He smiled back and said..."Well Sweety? Let me tell you
Six beers later, he finished his story. He was feeling a fairly decent buzz, not quite enough to fog over the memory of yesterday. No, that was going to take a while, more than six beers for sure.
"So where are you headed now Cowboy?" the pretty barmaid asked him.
"Right now I'm going next door to the Marriot and taking a room for a day or two, and after that,.....well, we'll see won't we?" he replied.
With that he stood, a little shaky, but still in control. He took his jacket off the back of the stool and threw it on. He took his change off the bar, leaving a ten and the silver.
"Good night my Sweet! Thanks for the ear."
"Maybe I'll see you in tomorrow?" she replied.
"Maybe you could be right beautiful, " he answered with his finger pointing at her,"you just may be right."
The cool, damp air hit him as he stepped out of the bar. He breathed deep and thought to himself that he felt pretty good considering the last 48 hours or so. He walked over to his tuck, got in and fired her up. It took a couple of sweeps from his wipers to clear the condensation off his window. He pulled out of the lot and drove the fifty or so yards up to the entrance of the hotel and pulled into the registration area and got out of the truck and walked through the automatic doors and up to the desk.
"Evening Sir, how can we help you tonight....er ...this morning?" the desk clerk asked.
"Well son, I'm gonna need a room for tonight and maybe tomorrow, can you help me out?"
"Sure can," he replied as he began fingering the computer keyboard. "Would you prefer two queen beds or ...we have a king size room, no smoking available."
"I'll take the king my man. " he answered.
"Ok Sir, I'll need your license and a major credit card."
He reached into his jacket pocket and his hand went straight to the bottom. A feeling of horror swept over him. He could feel the heat of anxiety race up his neck and face. He quickly searched his other jacket pocket and then went into the pockets on his jeans. Panic was now racing through him.
"Hold a second will you? I think I left my wallet in my truck."
"No problem Sir, I'm not going anywhere."
He turned and began to sprint towards the door of the lobby. Just as he reached the electric doors they opened, and a woman walked into the lobby. He ran past her, excusing himself, and as he reached the vestibule he heard her say.
"Hey cowboy, you missing something?"
He slammed on his brakes but his boots had no traction and his feet shot straight out in front of him, so much so that the last thing he saw before his ass slammed into the ground, was the pointed toes of his cowboy boots. Thank god there was a rubber mat over the marble tiled floor. He hit hard, his head whiplashed onto the floor and, as he lay there, his last waking thought was,
"Oh shit, I just knocked myself out!"
When he opened his eyes he was laying on the rubber mat in the area between the front door and the lobby door. He looked up and seen two heads staring down at him. The one head was attached to the desk clerk and the other head was attached to the pretty barmaid that he had talked to most of the night.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked her.
"I found your wallet on the floor as we were closing up. I remembered you saying you were coming here to get a room for a couple of days. I figured you might need this." She held the wallet up in front of his eyes so he could see it. She smiled at him and ran her hand over his face. He sat up and checked himself to make sure he didn't do any other damage. They helped him to his feet and after he wobbled a little on shaky legs, he regained his composure and took the wallet from the pretty brunette,
"Thanks!" he said, "Are you going back to work or what?"
"No, I'm done for the night. We were closing up when I found your wallet."
Joe looked across the lobby and seen the hotel bar was still open for business and offered to buy his pretty new friend a drink. She shook her head yes and smiled again at him. So he handed his credit card and license to the clerk and told him they'd be in the bar.
"I'll take care of this right away Sir." The clerk replied.
She held on to his arm as they walked across the lobby. Truthfully, he was still feeling just a tad groggy. They reached the high backed stools and sat down. He ordered a beer for himself and she ordered a screwdriver.
"I'm sorry I didn't even ask you your name." Joe smiled oddly. The ringing in his ears was nearly gone now.
"it's Julie, Julie Simmons." She answered.
"Well Julie, thanks for the extra effort it took to bring my wallet up here. So what is it you do around here when you're not passing drinks to losers like me?"
"Not much. I live one town over, came home from school ten years ago and never left. I was married for a month or two," she laughed, "it was really longer but it was over in two months anyway. I write a little and do some part time reporting for the local paper, and that's about it."
"You know my story, I just gave it to you a half hour ago." They both laughed.
He watched her talk, he was taken by how different her face looked as she talked. It was dark and brooding one moment and then she flashed this dazzling smile. Her eyes were dark, almost black. And she oozed a sensual nature, without even realizing it, Joe thought.
"Don't be offended Julie, but I've had a long day and I need to get some sleep, the beers have done me in." He lamented.
He slid off the stool, took one step and grabbed the back of the stool to steady himself from toppling over. Julie grabbed his arm and lowered herself off the stool.
"Wooooah, Cowboy, you better let me help you up to your room."
"Listen Julie, if you take me up to my room, I might not let you leave."
"I was kind of actually counting on that Cowboy."
"Julie?"
"Yes Joe?"
" Why are you calling me Cowboy? I'm from fucking New Jersey!"
They stopped by the desk and retrieved his stuff and got his room key. They walked to elevator, his arm around her shoulders and her arm around his middle.
They arrived at the room door and she took the key card from him and opened the door. She walked in ahead of him and stopped at the food of the bed and took off her jacket. She was still wearing the flannel shirt from the bar, tied up underneath her breasts. She walked over to him and helped him off with his jacket. She walked him to the foot of the bed and pushed him back on it. She slowly untied her shirt, slid it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She had magnificent breasts that were barely being held in by her bra. She bent over and lifted his leg up and pulled his boot off. She repeated the effort with the other boot. He watched as her breast dangled and jiggled as she pulled on his boots. She knelt on the end of the bed and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down and over his feet, taking his socks with them. She then stood and undid her bra exposing her hardening nipples to the room air. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down over her hips, wiggling out of them. She then returned to the bed and lay next to him, her face and lips just inches from his. She touched his face and leaned over to kiss him. Her lips were luscious and soft. They tasted wonderful, they were pliable and form fitting. Her soft tongue crashed through and sank deep into his mouth. He returned her kiss just as passionately. Their tongues swirled inside each other's mouth. He ran his fingers over her bare shoulder and down her arm and onto her hip. She shuddered under his touch. He rolled her onto her back and broke the sweltering hot kiss. He started the journey down the front of her body at her chin and down her neck. His arms supported the weight of his body over her, and the only part of his body touching her was his lips and chest hair. He could feel her moving under him, straining to feel a little more of him against her. He could feel the heat off of her skin as she undulated beneath him. He stopped at her breasts and nuzzled her now hardened nipples. She let her first moan escape from her lips. He kissed and bit them until they were both rock hard and her breathing became choppy. Down her stomach he marched. Kissing and licking as he went. He bit her very gently along her rib cage, right down to her pelvic bone, and across her pubic area. His nosed barely grazing her pubic mound, trimmed neatly back. Each pass, left to right and back, getting closer and closer to her dampening opening. Finaly, she pushed his head down so that the next pass took him directly over her clit. The first sensation of his tongue on her was electric.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" was what he heard from her.
He began to lick her purposely, but gently. As if he was handling something fragile. He laid flat on the mattress and her legs were now over his shoulders and her fingers kneaded her wondrous tits. Her head was rocking side to side, as his tongue ventured up and down her wetness. He explored her thoroughly. He never ventured far from her clit. Every pass over it, just increased her response.
"Yesssssssssssss, oh yesssssssss right there........don't stop please?" She uttered through her reverie.
Her orgasm was close, mostly because she told him it was,
"I'm cuming, jesus Christ, I'm cuming , now ....right now!" her back arched in delight of the pleasure coursing through her body. She stayed in that position for a half a minute as her multiples ripped around her pussy. And then she lowered herself to the bed, and she rolled on to her side. Joe grabbed two pillows from his bed and placed them on the lower part of the bed. He rolled Julie up on top of the two pillows with her beautiful ass raised in the air. She was still trying to gather herself from her ecstasy, when he placed the head of cock at the mouth of the opening of her pussy. He had her straddled so she couldn't move her legs. He slowly leaned forward, impaling here little by little with his rock hard manhood. She felt his cock touching all the places that had not been touched in a long time. And every movement in touched a new place and sent waves of sexual energy all over her body. Finally he was all in, and then, he pulled out just as slow. She was maddened by the passion sweeping all the sense from her. She tried to hold him but couldn't. He slid out and again pushed in. She was begging him to please her. He slowly increased the speed with each cycle. And now he was pounding her like a steam piston. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit. He was hitting all the nerve endings at the same time. She was half crazy now, drowning in passion and emotion. She felt his cock hardening even more. She knew he was not far off.
"Oh yes, fuck me harder, please........fuck me harder, faster please Joe!"
He pulled his cock out of her and tried to jerk off and hold back his own orgasm at the same time. Now it was he who was moaning. He gripped his dick even harder, he could see every vein in it straining from the pressure. He pointed it at her lower back and made her aware of the impending arrival of his orgasm.
"I'm cuming Julie, I'm cuming all over your back!"
"Yes, please let me feel your hot cum on me." She replied.
It spewed and spewed. Even he couldn't remember the last time he came that hard. He half growled and half laughed at the amount of sperm he emitted onto her backside. He leaned forward and then rolled to the side of her. She snuggled up to him and told him,
"I can't remember a man taking me so completely!"
He began to doze and felt as satisfied as he'd ever did in his entire life.
Suddenly, he felt a hard smack to his face.
"Joe! Joseph! Can you hear me, Joe?"
He opened his eyes and he looked straight into the eyes of a policeman, a Georgia State Trooper to be exact.
"Mr. Cannazarro? Are you ok? They said you hit your head really hard, and an ambulance is on the way. So don't move too much until we get an EMT to look at you. "
In the Trooper's hand was his wallet. He left it in the bar down the road. "The barmaid dropped it off for you, she said you were a nice enough man. She would've stayed but she had to get home to her six kids!"
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