The Hotel

Buddakan restaurant in Philadelphia

The cool night air feels good against my shaven face. The buzz of the city is flowing all around me. My foot taps against the sidewalk, listening to the song in my head. Tom Waits, is there really a better blues poet? The wall at my back feels rough and course, as I stand waiting for Jada. I told Jada she could remove the vibrator, as we would no longer require it tonight. She says she wants to use the little girl’s room anyways. My guess, she just wants some space to process everything from the dinner.

                I manage to see Candice race away on her motorcycle. She should have enough of a head start now to get in position. I arranged for a key to be waiting at the front desk for Candice. It only took some finesse, and me sliding the kid at the desk fifty bucks. I just hope she can keep quiet in that closet. Candice is not exactly known, to be the quietest person when she is horny. The car pulls up to the curb, but Jada is still inside. I tell the driver that it will only be a few more minutes.    

                Returning inside the restaurant, I find Jada retrieving her coat from behind the counter. Pulling up beside her, I lay my hand at the small of her back. She instantly leans into my embrace. I give her a small kiss on the top of her head, while we walk out to the car.

                Climbing in the back seat, I can feel the energy humming off of Jada. Vibrant and sexy, she pulses with need. She curls herself around my waist, resting her head against my chest.  Her hand lazily rubs against my c**k. If she wants to be dominated, it’s time for her to learn, what that truly means.

                The car ride is short from the restaurant. However, the ride in the elevator presents its own frustration. The release in the restaurant helped to curve my lust, but it is far from sated. The enclosed space of the elevator merely increases my need.

Arriving at her door, I stand aside so Jada can let us in. Once I walk through the door, Jada pushes me against the wall. Her mouth crashes into mine, devouring me in her lustful need. For a moment I forget myself, as she unleashes the devil. The one I’ve been straining to keep in check. My hands weave within the locks of her raven hair. I hold her against me as our tongues duel with one another.  

Finding my control once again, I grab ahold of Jada’s hands. Spinning us around, I pin her to the wall. She straddles herself over my knee, grinding her p***y. Jada gives herself over fully to her wanton desires, her need spirals out of control. I struggle to keep her hands above her head. She is not going to make this easy. I wasn’t expecting this much of a fight.

Breathless, I say, “Jada… you keep this up, and tonight will be over before you know it.”

In the sultriest of growls, Jada says, “I don’t care; I just want you inside me. I need your c**k, you’ve played with me enough already. Now I want you to f**k me.”

Finding my voice once again, I say, “That’s not how this is going to play out Jada. If you want this c**k, then you are going to have to learn to obey.”

“What? I don’t care. You’ve got me so Damn horny, I’m going to explode right here.”

“Jada…I want you to strip out of that dress. Its time you model my gifts, and I expect a show. After the dress, but before the show, you’re going to open the curtains. I want to see your honey skin bathed in the soft lights of the city. And while I wait, I’m going to order me a bottle of scotch. Argue with me, you won’t like what follows. Now strip.”

                I walk over to the phone beside the bed. Jada starts to strip out of her dress. The whole time, she has the most adorable pouty face on. That’s ok. I’ll make up for it later. Room service says it will only take a few minutes, for my bottle of scotch. I thank the young man on the phone for his time. Taking in the sight of Jada, my c**k begins to swell. But something is missing.

“Where is the garter and stockings that I bought for you?”

“I wasn’t able to where them with the dress. I left them in the package with my suit case in the closet.”

“Come then and sit at the foot of the bed, while I retrieve them for you.”

                I slide open one of the doors of the closet. Candice is kneeling on the floor, trying her best to stay out of sight. She flips me the bird, before telling me how much she loves me. Finding the box on top of the suit case, I remove the garter and stocking. I blow Candice a kiss before closing the closet door.

“Here, put these on Jada.”

“And, what if I don’t want to,” Jada says, the comment dripping with sarcasm.

“The sight of your crimson a*s shall be my reward.”

“Do you promise Drake?”

“I’m glad you have a sense of humor Jada, but test me. And you may not like the man you meet.”

                The knock at the door draws my attention away. I open the door. The young man carries in a tray, with a bottle of Johnny Walker, blue label. The young man sets the tray on the desk, almost dropping it once he sees Jada. I give the young man a twenty, before giving him a mild warning.

“Careful young man, she belongs to me tonight.”

 He snatches the twenty from my hand, before bolting for the door.

                I turn to see Jada removing her shoes. A smile of pure satisfaction adorns her face. While she puts on the garter and stocking, I pour myself a drink. The smooth, smoky, and spicy flavor of the scotch coats my tongue. I close my eyes enjoying every note like a symphony. Taking a seat at the desk, I take the remote for the vibrator out of my pocket. Placing it on the desk, I watch as Jada finishes sorting the lingerie. Once she fastens the straps to the stockings, she slides back into her shoes.

“So master, what else would you have me do?”

“Don’t call me master, it’s too archaic for my taste. But a sir name will be needed for tonight. So you may call me Raziel.”

“You want me to call you Raziel,” Jada says, her confusion plan to see.

“It was my call sign in the military. As a joke, the guys in my unit named each other after archangels. Raziel literally means, “secrets of god”, which I think is fitting for our situation.”

“If you say so, I guess I’ll go with it. So Raz, what will have me do next?”

“Again with the sarcasm, I shall have to deal with that.” 

                I move over to the bed flipping Jada across my lap. She squeals and squirms but I hold her in place with ease. I take a moment to admire the beauty, slightly caressing my hands against the soft flesh. The first slap takes her by surprise, squealing with shock and lust. But after the second and third one she starts to moan, letting her body relax.

 She gives herself over to my control, relishing in the small discomfort. I give her a mild punishment by my standard, but there will be more to come. Her moans and cries are sweat music to my ears. Taking a break, I retrieve my scotch from the table.  

“Are you ready to start listening Jada?”

“If I say no, will you spank me again?”

“Yes, only this time, I won’t be so nice.”

“Then no, I’m not ready to listen.”

                 Did I really just say that? What has come over me? Lying across Drake’s lap, I must be losing my mind. The last time a man spanked me in bed, I about slapped him. But with Drake, it’s different. With each slap I want more. More pain, more intensity, I want him to make me his.

What I am saying? Sure I want Drake to f**k me, but belong to him. That’s a new thought. I’ve never thought of belonging to any man. But when Drake spanks me, all I want is to serve him. Its official, I’ve lost my mind.

Putting me on my hands and knees, he pushes my face into the mattress. My lush a*s is sticking high in the air, the perfect target for his abuse. I’m sure my a*s is already a lovely shade of pink, from the spanking a few moments ago.

I can hear him move about. I think maybe, I hear the rustling of his pants. With a resounding pop, I feel the first sting. That is not his hand, what the hell is he using now. He gives me another lash, my god that feels so good. My p***y is on fire with need. I can’t help myself with each lash, the moans and cries tear from my throat.

“I see you enjoy my belt.”

“Yes, I do Drake.”

He gives me three lashes in quick secession.

“You will address me as Raziel. Do understand.”

“I do, Raziel.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He gives me two more lashes making an X.

“How shall you address me?”

“Your name is Raziel.”

He gives me another lash.

“Tell me again.”

“Your name is Raziel.”

                Holy s**t, this man is amazing. Never has a man made me feel so alive. With each lash, my need for him grows. I want his swollen hard c**k filling my p***y. It needs to be taken. I can imagine his rough hands on my hips, driving his c**k inside me. Oh f**k, I’m going to cum if I keep thinking like that. Luckily Drake finishes, before I lose control.

                Drake starts to gently kiss the tender flesh of my a*s. The coolness of his mouth feels so good against my skin. Rubbing his hands in soothing circles, he spreads my a*s open. I feel him working his way to towards my swollen p***y. If his tongue touches my c**t, I’m going to shoot off this bed.

                Which is exactly what he does, his hands hold me down, as I squirm in his grip. He is loving and gentle. I feel like everything has just been flipped upside down. With long tender strokes, he explores the inside of my lips. Leaving no place untouched, a man has never taken such care with me. I thought Eric was a patient lover, but Drake surpasses everyone.

“Drake, I mean Raziel, please let me cum. I need to cum so bad, I’m going to explode.”

                He doesn’t give me an answer. His speed increases as he swirls his tongue around my c**t. This man is driving me insane. Pulling my c**t between his lips, he lets his teeth graze along the hard nub. God Damnn, that feels good. I never would have thought I’d like the pain so much. He gives my c**t a hard suck, his tongues dances around, lashing against me. If he doesn’t let me cum soon, I’m going to scream a hole through this mattress.

“Raziel, Please let me f*****g cum. You’re driving me insane. Just let me f*****g cum.”

                Still he does not answer me. He spreads my a*s cheeks wider, his tongue curling inside me. No doubt he’s lapping the never-ending stream of cream flowing from my p***y. I don’t understand. My body is doing things that it never has before. It’s like Drake has a personal blueprint to my soul, and he’s following it to the letter. Is there no end to what this man can do?   

                Fisting my hands in the sheets, I struggle to hold my orgasm. Drake torments me again and again. I stand at the cliff of pleasure, wishing for only the smallest breeze to send me over.  He forces me to hold that line. I never knew a man could inflict such pleasure. Yet, at the same time, drive me utterly mad with frustration. I feel his fingers spread me open. God, how many fingers does he have inside me? I don’t remember his hands being that big. Note to self, measure Drakes hands when this is over.

Leaning down close to my ear Drake says, “This p***y belongs to me Jada. I don’t care how much you beg me. I will not let this p***y cum, till I’m ready.”

                This man is the worse than the devil himself. With every honey coated word he whispers into my ear. My p***y cannot help but clamp around his fingers. Screaming into the mattress, I try to release my frustration. But that only goads Drake to increase his pace. I swear this man will be the death of me. In the papers it will read death by sensory overload.

                Removing his fingers, I take solace in my small moment to right myself. But Drake never gives me the chance. Pulling me down the floor, Drake unlatches the clasps of my bra. My heavy breasts fall from the cups, as Drake frees me from their confines.

“Stay just like that for me.”

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he snaps a picture of me. What is that all about?

“Grab the heels of your shoes Jada.”

                It’s a bit of a stretch, but I manage to grab the heels. I have no clue what in the hell he’s up to, but it better end with me in a screaming orgasm. Unzipping his pants, he pulls out his c**k. My mouth goes dry and wet, all at the same time. Is that even possible? I’m not even sure anymore. I think Drake rewrote the laws of physics in this room.

                Placing his c**k at my lips, I open my mouth, welcoming him in. The salty taste of his precum slides across my tongue. Now it’s my turn to return the favor. I’m going make him explode, to the point where he can’t help himself. Taking my hands off my heels, I move to stroke his c**k.

“Keep your hands where they are Jada. Tonight you’re mine, to use as I choose. And now I choose to enjoy your lovely mouth.”

God Damnn, this is f*****g hot. I have never seen this side of my husband. Why doesn’t he do this with me? Even when we go to the sex clubs, he has never taken charge like this. He always just sits in his chair and watches. Then again, I’m always jumping right in the middle of the action. So I guess he just likes to hang back, and let me have my fun.

I enjoy watching him top another woman like this. We shall have to do this again one day. But I’ll have to file that away for another time. I unbutton the last few buttons on my blouse. It’s getting hot in this closet, and not just from the show. Unclasping the front of my bra, I grant my breasts, some much needed air.  

This s**t can really suck a c**k. Even from here I can see the strain on Drakes face, as he fights to keep his control. Keeping his hand fisted in her hair, he pumps his c**k into her hungry mouth. It’s not rough like when he is with me. No, he keeps his pace slow and deep. I would love to hear this s**t gaging all over his c**k. I can see he’s not going to be too rough with her.

Always the Boy Scout, he never pushes too much. Admirable, but I want to see this s**t work for that c**k. She needs a good hard f*****g, that’s what I want to see. Speaking of a good hard f*****g, my c**t is begging to be fucked. It’s a good thing I brought a few toys along. Reaching into my back pack, I pull out a set of n****e clamps, and an eleven inch d***o.

The clamps are similar to an alligator clamp, only slightly different. Instead of using the pressure of a hinge in the middle, these work off a wheel, at the base of the clamp. As you turn the wheel, a band around the attachments constricts. They give full control to the user, delivering the right amount of discomfort.     

I absolutely love them. They were an anniversary gift from Drake. Who needs Diamonds and flowers, when your man buys you sexy toys? Attaching them to my n*****s, I turn the dials on one by one, giving my n*****s a good squeeze. Oh, that feels good, now to just slip out of my slacks. But first, I have to take off my boots.

They’re not exactly your typical riding boots. Black leather with a three and half inch chunk metal slotted heel. Two chains criss-cross in front, with four buckles that run down the side. A shadowy skull with spider web like bones decorates the front of the boots, giving them that true badass feel. Just because you dress up for some ritzy restaurant, doesn’t mean you can’t bring a little attitude. Not to mention, these boots are sexy as hell.

Once I get the slacks off, I set them in the corner with the boots. Returning my attention to Drake and Jada, I can start to hear her moan on his c**k. Quickening his pace, Jada struggles to keep up. Drake is not a small man, measuring at eight inches, and his dick is so thick. I love how he stretches my p***y. No matter how wet I am, it always hurts, just a little.

I can’t wait to see Jada struggle, to take that big c**k, in her dripping p***y. Giving the chain to the clamps a small pull, I revel in my own pleasure. My n*****s have always been extremely sensitive. On more than one occasion, Drake has made be cum, just from playing with my n*****s. I gently give my p***y a rub through my panties.

The sheer fabric is completely soaked, from my time in the bathroom. I screamed my f*****g head off, while I fucked myself. I’m sure the other woman in the stalls didn’t appreciate my moans. But hey, what’s a s**t to do. Maybe they shouldn’t be such prudes, and join the fun. I’m sure they went out complaining to their men. Telling them, about how some s**t was masturbating in the restroom. I wonder how many husbands got slapped, just for wanting to see.

Hearing the tell-tale sounds of bodies slapping against one another, I resume my vigil.  Drake has his c**k slide between this s**t’s massive tits. Keeping her hands wrapped around her heels, Drake holds her tits. Drake always has been one for a good t***y f**k. I personal never understood the appeal. Jada seems to be enjoying it though. Keeping her mouth open, Jada teases the head of Drake’s c**k.

Grabbing a hold of her hair, Drake shoves his c**k inside her mouth. She chokes on his dick, spitting and gagging all over herself. She fights for air once Drake releases her. A long stream of spit falls between her breasts. Sliding his c**k back inside her tits, Drake begins to pump his c**k hard and fast. I can almost see the feral look in their eyes as they stare into one another.

These two are going to drive me f*****g insane. Slipping two fingers inside my dripping snatch, I stroke my G-spot. I don’t want to pound my p***y yet, trying to hold on to that thinnest thread of control I have. I know, I’m in a closet with my fingers in my p***y. Maybe not the best example of control, but for me, this is control.

Oh, now Drake’s really giving it to her. I can hear the wet sounds of Jada gaging on his fat c**k. Leaning back, Drake has her pinned with her hands above her head. She swallows him all the way to the base, that’s not an easy feat. Holding him there, I can see the tears and strain on Jada’s face. It’s an amazing feeling having Drake fill my mouth. I absolutely love deep throating his c**k.

That iron will of Drake’s finally breaks. Picking Jada up, he throws her on the bed. Stripping off his clothes, Drake makes light work of those unnecessary items. Wasting little time he climbs on top of her, sinking himself to the hilt in her p***y. That’s my animalistic man. I knew it wouldn’t take long for the devil, to rear his beautiful face. Jada screams at the fierceness of his assault. All the while begging for more, Jada’s inner s**t finally comes out. With each thrust, her screams grow louder and louder. I hope these walls are sound proof; otherwise no one’s sleeping tonight.

 Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulls Drake down searing his lips with a kiss. Well a kiss might be putting it mildly. It’s more of a raging war, each one of them dueling to taste more of one another. Releasing her mouth, Drake moves to her breasts, suckling and nipping. Jada squeals with delight, her nails racking across Drake’s back.

Rearing himself up, Drake grabs ahold of Jada’s legs. Placing her feet on his shoulders, Drake grabs ahold of her wrists. Using her wrists for leverage, Drake holds Jada down, while he viciously assaults her p***y.

“Oh my God, f**k me Drake.”

Drake immediately stops.

“Please don’t stop. What are you doing?”

Removing himself from her p***y, Drake turns off to the side. Keeping her legs spread open, he gives me an eye full. That p***y looks beautiful. Full and ripe, dripping with wetness, it’s already turning red from the abuse. With a resounding pop, Drake slaps the lips of Jada’s p***y. Jada screams as her body lifts of the bed. 

“What is my Name?”

“Your name is Drake.”

Drake gives another slap to her p***y.

“What is my Name?”

“Raz, your name is Raz”

Drake gives another slap to her p***y

“What is my Name?”

“Raz, I’m sorry Raziel, your name is Raziel.”

Drake gives another slap to her p***y.

“You will not address me as Drake. Do you understand?”

“Yes Raziel! Please f**k me. Oh god, please f**k me.”

                I need to be fucked, now. I remove my panties, and grab the eleven inch d***o off the floor. The stainless steel feels cold against the inferno raging inside. You see, the d***o I’ve brought is made by this company called Njoy. They make stainless steel sex toys, which I know sounds weird. But this thing is amazing. This is one of my favorite toys. I love how it completely fills my p***y. This particular toy is called the Eleven. I know the names not that original, but you can’t argue with the results.

                It’s a double sided d***o. One head measures almost two inches, and the other measuring a full two inches. The smaller of the heads has little finger indentions along the shaft. This gives you have a make shift handle. Like I said, this thing is amazing. Rubbing the tip against my c**t, I tease myself. As big of a s**t as I am, I still need to prep myself for a c**k this big.

Letting the c**k slide in slowly, I let my p***y relax around the c**k’s massive girth. This c**k feels so f*****g good. Drake moves Jada on top, grabbing her hips as he drives himself into her waiting c**t. Trying to brace herself, Jada places her hands on Drake’s chest. This doesn’t last long. Drake grabs ahold of her arms, keeping them pinned behind her back. Jada falls forward trying to keep her balance.

                Picking up my pace, my hips start to buck off the floor. Relishing in the pain, I f**k myself hard. Turning the dials higher on the clamps, my n*****s send a bolt straight to my c**t. Picking my panties up off the floor, I shove them in my mouth. A meager attempt to stifle my moans, it just makes me feel like the s**t I am.

Jada moans, “Raziel, Can I cum? Please your c**k feels so f*****g good.”

“Not yet.”

Moving to the edge of the bed, Drake hooks his hands under Jada’s legs. Standing up, Drake holds Jada, driving his c**k deep into her drenched p***y. The sounds of their bodies slapping combined with Jada’s screams. Fuels my desire, this c**k feels f*****g amazing in my s****y p***y. Drake’s body is shining with sweat. His hard muscles gleam in the pale city lights, coming in through the windows. I just want to run my tongue along the hard ridges, tasting his masculine essence.

Drake walks them over to the desk. Placing her on her feet, before dropping her to her knees, he makes her suck those sweet juices off his c**k. She licks every inch of Drake’s c**k, determined to taste every last drop. Teasing him, which is a very dangerous game, I would know. She sucks on the head while stroking him. Her other hand fondles his sack. She is a pro for a shy little girl. I may actually have some competition. A dick sucking competition between Jada and me, I think Drake would completely lose his mind.   

“Get on the chair. Place your hands on the back of the chair and stick your a*s out.”

“You going to spank me again Raziel”

“No Jada, I’m going to cum all over this beautiful a*s of yours.”

“Will you finally let me cum then?”

Not giving her an answer, Drake drops to his knees. Spreading her a*s wide, he assaults her p***y once again with his tongue. It’s hard to see at this angle. So I slide the closet door open a little further. It truly is a beautiful sight. I know just how well Drake can eat a p***y, and to have it twice in one session. Lucky little s**t, I slow down my pace trying to keep myself in time with them. This is not a man anymore rutting on his mate, driven by pure animalistic need. No, Drake has regained himself, but only to exact his torturous tendencies.

Standing up, Drake slowly slides his c**k back into Jada’s demanding p***y. She gasps feeling him enter her, the sensation of every ridge slide along her p***y. Seating himself, he reaches around palming her tits. She groans out her frustration. She needs to be fucked not this lovely tenderness. Of course Drake is fully aware of all this. He’s just reminding her who is in control.

Fisting his hand in her hair, he rears her back towards him, but still holding the chair. He pulls her back enough to stretch, making the position slightly uncomfortable. But at the same time, he drives his c**k deeper inside her. Jada screams out her fury, wanting something that is just within her reach. But ultimately he denies to her.

He keeps his pace slow, giving her just enough to walk that line between unbelievable pleasure and pure insanity. My man really is a f*****g b*****d. If that was me, I would have already cussed him out, demanding he properly f**k my c**t. Come on honey; give this s**t what she is craving.

Almost sensing my words, Drake picks up the pace. That’s it; I knew you wouldn’t hold out to long. I’m just an impatient woman, and want to see him finish this s**t. Picking my pace back up; I shove this c**k deep in my p***y. Hitting all the right spots, my hips buck off the floor. My p***y starts to spasm. I’m so f*****g close.

Pulling her back till she lets go of the chair, she wraps her arms around his neck. Roughly grabbing her breast he whispers in her ear. No doubt a honey coated sentence, with promises of sins and pleasures to come. Whatever he’s saying, Jada gives no objection. Bucking her a*s hard against Drake, she demands to be taken.

My orgasm crashes into me at the sight of them. It’s too much for this s**t to handle. I do my best to muffle my screams, although I’m sure I fail. Thank goodness, Jada is screaming louder than me. I wonder if Drake can hear me. Know that his s**t is screaming at the sight of him f*****g another woman.  

Spitting out my panties, I suck the cum off my toy.  You have to always follow basic toy etiquette. Never leave your toys dirty after use, plus why waste the chance to taste some cum. Leaning my back against the wall, I wait for the finale. I know Drake is getting close, and he is going to dump quite a load of spunk on this s**t.

“I want you to cum for me now Jada.”

“Yes Raziel.”

                Holy f*****g s**t, my orgasm screams, and tears itself from my body. I understand now, this has to be the secret of god. God lives in mindless, out of these world orgasms. Those little blips of light you see flashing behind your eye lids. That is god, at least that’s what my completely sex induced brain is trying to tell me. Drake cannot be a man, no man should be able to deliver this much pleasure. Maybe Drake is god, walking amongst us. Delivering earth shattering orgasms upon unsuspecting woman, I think I read somewhere that happens. My brain has officially lost all function.  

“You’re not done yet. You ready for my cum Jada?”

                Unable to form thoughts, let alone speak, I merely nod my head. It’s hard with Drake’s hand in my hair, but I guess he understands. Releasing me, I fall into the chair. I can hear the groans of Drake at my back. An explosion of cum lands on my a*s, I think my a*s may actually be white now. Grabbing me by the hair, he forces me down on the floor once again.

                Shoving his c**k in my mouth, he makes me take the last few drops. I just sit in a pile of mush, the cum from my a*s leaking on the carpet. I hope Drake doesn’t ask me to reach around, to scoop the cum off my a*s. I don’t think my arms will comply. Pushing me down, Drake rubs his cum in my a*s. Taking gentle care, he massages the cum in, as if it was some new kind of lotion.

Now if the bed would magically form under me, I’d be a happy woman. I wonder if I flail my arms around, maybe Drake will move me to the bed. A girl can only hope, but he’d probably just stare at me. I seriously don’t think my body works. Reading my mind, he reaches down to pick me up off the floor.  Carrying me to the bed, he somehow manages to turn down the covers.  Laying me in bed, he removes my shoes along with my garter and stockings. Curling myself into a ball, I sink into the comfort of the bed. Drake sits on the edge, caressing my cheek with his hand.

“You did well tonight Jada.”

“You didn’t do too bad yourself. Hopefully my body will work again tomorrow.”

“You really know how to boost a man’s ego.”

I give him a smile.

“You made me break a rule. You said that if you didn’t cum inside me, that I always have to swallow your cum.”

“Tonight, will be the only exception.”

“Thank you. So Raz, Are you going to leave the remote for the vibrator? A girl can get horny in the middle of the night.”

“Again with the sarcasm and here I thought you were worn out.”

“Your mistake, sorry if you were confused.”

“I left it on the desk. Try not to wear out the batteries before the morning.”

“No promises. You’ve turned me into this crazy sex addict.

“That’s good to know.” 

I stand by my statement before. This is the most comfortable bed, I’ve ever been in. Which is probably why I’ve lost my mind, or it could be the mind altering orgasm. But who knows, I’m just rambling like a delirious idiot. Sure, tell the god of sex, that you’re now some crazy sex addict. Because, you know, that’s not embarrassing, or libel to get me in trouble. I think, I’m just going to shut up in my head now.

Pulling the comforter up to my chin, I struggle to stay awake. Looking for Drake, I see him putting his pants on in the corner. I guess he won’t be staying with me tonight. I feel a twinge in my heart. Is he really going to f**k me and leave?

“Where are you going?”

“I’m sorry Jada. I really hate to just leave like this, but I cannot stay tonight.”

 “So will I see you again?”

“If you desire it to be so.”

“I desire it.”

“Then I shall see you again soon.”

“Do you promise?”

“I Promise Jada.”

                I watch as he finishes dressing, even disheveled the man is sexy. The top three buttons of his shirt undone and the tails hanging out. How do men do that? With no effort at all they can look amazing. Giving me a gentle kiss, he soothes me to sleep. The feel and smell of him lingering, enveloping me in a cocoon of sexual bliss.      

I didn’t realize before, Drake must have left the closet door open.

“Drake…I mean Raziel. Can you close the Closet door for me?”

Turning he looks over at the closet.

“Of course, it is no problem.”

                He walks over sliding the door shut. Wrapping myself in the blankets, I drift asleep. Barely registering the kiss he gives me. I could have sworn I heard the closet door again, but it must be my imagination. I can’t wait till the next time Drake and I meet. But I know one thing, I will misbehave again.

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                Waiting in the lobby for Drake, I send up a small bit of thanks for being able to sneak out of that room. I hadn’t exactly considered that in my plan. I’m just glad she passed the hell out once Drake was done with her. Course, Drake can have that effect at times. Speaking of Drake, where the hell is he? That man better get his a*s down here. Sneaking up behind me, he touches my shoulder. Damn special forces for teaching him to be so quiet.

Giving me a wink, Drake says, “You ready to go darlin?”    

“Now is that any way to greet your wife.”

Grabbing me by the waist he presses his lips to mine. Forcing his tongue inside, He growls his desire, driving me wild.

“Is that better?”

“Much, now take me outside and f**k me.”

                Heading for the doors, we make our way to the parking garage a few blocks over. Passing by an ally, I push Drake against the wall. Pushing his zipper down, I pull his c**k out. Spitting on my hand, I jerk his c**k tills it’s nice and hard. I don’t have time for foreplay. I want that c**k buried inside this c**t. Ripping open my blouse, I pull my tits back out of there confines. Twisting the dials on the clamps, my n*****s scream with pleasure. Pushing down my pants, I move my panties off the side. Leaning against the opposite wall, I spread my legs for him.

“F**k me you b*****d. I know you’ve got more spunk in those balls. Come dump a load in this s**t.”

Grabbing my hips, he shoves his c**k inside me.

“That’s it old man, f**k this dirty s**t.”

                With a vicious fury, he pounds my c**t. I feel the gritty dirt of the walls between my fingers. The pulse of the city spins all around us. I should feel like some cheap w***e, but never with Drake. Being fucked in an alley in down town Philly, Drake honors me like a queen. I don’t need flowers and diamonds; it’s the kinky that drives me. I watch as the people walk by, none of them paying attention to the spectacle in the ally. Oh well, their loss, I’ve waited to long for this c**k tonight. But it was worth it, watching Drake and Jada together.      

Reaching down, I rub my c**t while Drake f***s my c**t. I can feel the chain of the clamps bounce against me. I know he is tired, I can feel him struggling to keep his pace. Just a few more minutes old man, I want that cum. Looking over, I see we finally have some spectators. But they just turn their heads and walk away. One overzealous man gives a shout out, telling Drake to f**k me nice and hard. This seems to give Drake the finally push he needs.

Digging his fingers in, he f***s me with everything he has left. I can’t help myself from screaming out into the night. I pull off the n****e clamps, careening myself into another orgasm. I’ve lost track of how many times of I’ve cum tonight. Tonight has truly been a great night. Feeling his c**k pulse inside me, I push Drake away, dropping to my knees.

“That’s it dump that spunk all over my face you perv. Give me that f*****g cum.”

                It’s not the massive explosion he gave to Jada, but I’m not a jealous woman. Jerking his c**k, I empty his ball. Making sure to get every last drop, I don’t want anything left in there. The feel of his cum running down my face, making me feel like a true s**t. I absolutely love this man, nobody else can satisfy me the way he can.

                Pulling his phone from his pocket, Drake snaps a picture of me. What’s with the pictures tonight? But I pose for the camera none the less. The n****e clamps still in my hand, I palm my breast while sucking some cum off my finger. My face covered in cum in a dirty back ally. I couldn’t be happier.

“Here you go my s**t, clean yourself up”

“Are these her panties? When did you steal these?”

“While you were busy f*****g your c**t in the bathroom at the restaurant.”

“You are a dirty perv; you keep treating me this good. I may have to start liking you for more than your dick.”    

Grabbing Jada’s panties from Drake, I clean his cum off my face. Drake smiles, as he adjusts himself back into his slacks. Once I have all the cum cleaned off, I hand the panties back to Drake. Righting my own panties, I fix my attire. I may be a s**t, but a woman does have her prerogatives.  Grabbing Drake by the hand we resume our walk to the parking Garage.

“So what’s with the naughty pics? You planning on starting your own private perv collection?”

“No, but how often do nights like this happen? I wanted a few souvenirs.”

Leaning my head on Drake’s shoulder I say, “So you enjoyed yourself then.”

“I had dinner with a beautiful woman and fucked a s**t in an ally. No, I think tonight is a complete let down.”

“I guess we will have to make the next encounter, truly spectacular, won’t we.”

“Sounds like a plan, just give me a few days to recuperate.”

“You’re such an old man.”