Mark!

Mark stood over Sarah, watching her nervous body twitch with anticipation. His plans were going exactly as he had hoped. His call to Ron Roselle, Brad’s boss, had gone exceptionally well. Mark had promised Ron he would get his shot at Sarah, when the time was right, but he had needed his cooperation setting it up; in the meantime, Mark sent Ron some ‘enticing’ photos of Sarah, in appreciation of his cooperation. Ron agreed to send Brad off to a work site, keeping him out of the office for the day, and making him late coming home.

Mark had arrived at the hotel and prepped the room with a remote hidden cam, and sat hiding in his car, waiting for Sarah to get ready. As soon as she was on the bed, he grabbed his filming equipment and made his way into the room. It took him a while to get the two tripods, with video cameras, into the room. He watched Sarah lying on the bed, fidgeting, knowing that she knew she was on full display for anyone walking by the room. Unfortunately, right now, there was no one else to enjoy the view.

Mark had quietly set up one camera on one side of the bed with a wide angle shot, the other was on the opposite side with a closer shot of the bed. The hidden remote captured a perfect view of the entire bed. He now stood over Sarah, the evil smile returning to his face, knowing that the time had come for him to experience the fruit of his labors.

Sarah’s heart was pounding loudly, waiting for something to happen. It nearly popped out of her chest when she felt the strong hand grab her wrist. She was pulled to a standing position next to the bed. The smell of the strong cologne was more pungent, clouding her senses as she stood so near to the man. She could feel her nipples poking painfully through the skimpy outfit she was wearing, the corded thong pulling into her ass. Again, she felt the thin satin strip slip between her swollen labia, dripping with a mixture of her anticipation and the mailman’s earlier delivery

Sarah trembled nervously feeling the burning stare gaze upon her body. Her quaking knees nearly buckled when she felt the large hand gently fall upon her bare shoulder, followed by the other hand on her other shoulder. Sarah tried desperately to envision Brad standing in front of her, but the size of the hands on her shoulders, were much larger and more calloused; the fingers were scraping her delicate skin. It didn’t feel like Brad, and as Sarah came to realize that, she grew more concerned. She also became more concerned as the weight of the hands on her shoulders increased, forcibly pushing Sarah lower and lower, until she had no other choice but drop to her knees. Her heart, still thumping in her throat, Sarah could feel the towering presence over her. She wanted to scream out, but couldn’t find her voice.

As she knelt there on the cold, wooden floor, Sarah heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper right in front of her face, followed by the sound of some rustling and a dull thud on the floor in front of her. Thunderous explosions were echoing inside Sarah’s head as she struggled to make her vocal chords work. Just as she managed to whimper, “Oh my God …,” the slap of a large muscled tumescence landed on her cheek, flashing across her open mouth, only to slap again at the other cheek. Before she could recover from the shock, the large mushroom shaped flesh was pressed past her lips.

Sarah inhaled sharply through her nose as Mark pushed his cock deeper into her warm mouth. The time had come for Mark to experience Sarah’s wonderful talents firsthand. He relished in the power and control he had, especially knowing he kept Sarah on edge and guessing the entire time. Mark was going to take his liberties with the beautiful wife. He had had enough of the playing around; it was time for him to indulge in the fruits of his labor.

Sarah’s mouth immediately watered as the musky muscle entered her mouth, coating the delicious shaft in her saliva. Her worries and inhibitions quickly faded away as the bulbous head slid back and forth along the length of her tongue. She offered no resistance to the thick cock filling her mouth, as she continued to inhale the intoxicating aroma of the wonderful cologne. Sarah was overwhelmed by her own desires as she suckled on the sweet sausage. It no longer mattered, whose cock it was, she was totally focused on the cock itself. Sarah hollowed her cheeks and began sucking in earnest as her hunger grew and her pussy dripped.

Once again the flimsy fabric had slipped between her wet pussy lips, lodging itself deep within the crevice. Sarah’s nipples were poking prominently through the small triangular patches of silk, painfully begging for attention. Sarah wanted desperately to use her hands to relive the ache in her chest, and to run her fingers through the flooding rivers between her legs. Sarah, however, had to hold onto the hips of the guy feeding her his cock. She paced his thrusts, giving her time to breathe in between strokes; also allowing her to relax enough so he could slide deeper on each push. The large cock head was soon pushing at the back of her throat.

Sarah’s nose had eventually buried itself in the thick curls of hair at the base. As she swallowed, she could feel the bulging head throb somewhere in her throat. A few minutes had passed, when Sarah finally was lost in a blissful wave of pleasure, knowing that she was satisfying her well-endowed stud. She had relaxed and allowed herself to be thoroughly face-fucked as the heavy laden balls slapped against her chin. Even though her hands were on the waist of the man in front of her, his forceful thrusts met no resistance. Eventually, Sarah’s hands wandered around to his ass and grabbed on, now forcefully pulling him in deep.

Sarah’s blowjob was already better than Mark had expected, but when she began eagerly devouring him he knew he couldn’t last long. After several hard thrusts to the back of her throat, Mark felt the wonderful tingle begin deep in his balls. He grabbed onto Sarah’s head for support and slammed in hard, one last time. He felt his pecker pulse at least five times before the first jet propulsion fired from his rocket.

Sarah sensed his urgency and prepared herself for the onslaught. She swallowed hard as the throbbing totem pole swelled in size, stretching her throat muscles wider. Her head was pinned against his abdomen as his heartbeat throbbed in her mouth. A split second later, her throat was coated with a slimy comet streaking through her pipes, with a long fiery tail attached. Sarah tried to prepare herself for the subsequent shots, but was surprised when the saber was yanked from her mouth, leaving her panting, gasping, and nearly gagging. Then she felt the second shot land on her nose and upper lip, trailing down across her open mouth and down her chin. The third shot plastered her forehead, while the fourth and fifth shots shot across her mouth, landing on her cheeks. Sarah could feel the remaining dribble rain down onto her heaving chest as she tried to catch her breath, still lapping her tongue at the sweet nectar she could reach with her tongue.