Something better

"Pull over, huh?" you asked.

"Yeah, please do" Sam replied. "I want to show you my gratitude."

"Which one is it? Show me your gratitude or show you how much of a slut you are?" you teased.

"Just fucking pull over, jackass" Sam replied.

"I know something better" you told her.

"Oh? What's that?" she wanted to know.

"How long do you have?" you asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked, obviously curious.

"When do you have to be back at work?" you said.

"In a few days. Three, I think. Why?" Sam wanted to know next.

"Again with the questions" you said, smirking. "You'll see."

"What's this place?" Sam asked.

You grinned at her. "This, Sam, is a hotel that caters to discreet encounters, shall we say."

"For cheating husbands and their high-class hookers?" Samantha said.

"For instance" you told her.

"What's the catch? Do they tape everything that happens here?" the brunette asked.

"Like you'd mind. But no, this is actually discreet. It's based on a Japanese model" you said with a grin, getting out of the car. Sam got out after you and smirked.

"So what's the plan?" she asked.

"We stay here for three days and fuck until we can no longer walk" you told her.

"Great idea" Sam replied, kissing you hard on the lips. "But what about changes of clothes and stuff?"

"We'll go to the supermarket to get the most important things. And Sam? Really? Clothes? Do you honestly think we'll be wearing any?" you asked.

"Good point" Sam replied.

"So you want to go in then get shampoo and stuff?" you said.

"Go in, yes. Come out? Not immediately" Sam told you with a wicked grin.

You were barely inside of the room Sam'd picked out before she pushed you up against the wall. She grinned and went to her knees.

"I am so fucking hungry for that cock" she said, "I can't fucking wait any longer." She reached up and got your belt loose and, failing to unzip your fly in her haste to get to what she was after, just tugged your pants down. Your shorts suffered the same fate and before long the gorgeous brunette with the big smile was jerking you off while licking at your sensitive cockhead.

"Fuck, you really are" you told her with a grin.

"Look, if that idiot Alison doesn't know how good she had it getting dicked down by you, I'll be more than happy to take her spot" she replied, kissing your cockhead.

"Is that all I am to you?" you asked.

"For now, yes. But I guarantee you that if you keep fucking me as good as you have been, I'll fall in love with you in no time" Sam told you, licking your tip before weighing your sac in her hand. She grinned. "How did you fill up again so fast?"

"Supply adjusting to demand?" you retorted.

"I fucking hope so. The amount of cum you gave me so far makes my mouth water" Sam said, licking her lips before moving to nuzzle at your sac. "I want you to fucking drench me in it. I want to be your personal pornstar, John" she continued.

"That sounds good" you said, stroking her hair. "Now will you please get to sucking my cock?"

"Gladly" she said, moving away from your sac but not after giving it one last kiss. "I'll be looking forward to getting what's inside there."

"Well, you get to work and you'll get what you want soon enough" you told her, smiling. With those words Samantha got to work for real, eagerly engulfing your cockhead with her mouth, her eyes locked on yours as she worked you inside of her mouth. Farther and farther she went, until before long her nose was pushing against your groin. Fuck, she was good.