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After a few minutes, he rolled over, pulled Deana into his arms, and gave her one of his serious, grumpy looks.
"When you going to learn not to answer that damn cell-phone when we're fucking?"
"Damn it... Phred! That was my husband calling to tell me he loved me!"
"Okay, I get it, but, I think he is a selfish bastard!"
"Why?"
"Because he doesn’t know how good his wife is, in and out of bed. If you were my wife, I would treat you like a queen. I would also have Lucy be your own sex slave. I can tell by your look, it turns you on!"
"Fuck yeah it does! I wish she was here right now, she would be cleaning my hot cunt."
Phred got off the bed, grabbed her purse off the dresser, opened it and took out her birth control pills. He shook the little packet at her face saying, "We'll see how much you love him now, baby!"
"Give them to me!"
Deana struggled with him for several minutes trying to wrestle them away. However, he quickly punched them out then went into the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet.
"Damn you Phred! Why did you do that? You know I don't have time to refill those before tomorrow."
Phred smirked, winked, and wiggled his finger at her. "Come here baby-cakes!"
"Fuck you!"
"Aww now don’t be that way doll, come here."
"Why? Are you going to buy me another packet?"
Phred reached out and pulled her into his arms. He pressed his wide black lips to hers and gave her a wet open mouth kiss. He then dropped the packet into the waste basket as he took and kissed her again, slithering his tongue deep inside her mouth. She eagerly accepted it.
Phred broke the kiss to look her in the eyes. "My sweet white baby, aren’t you glad I came to Nashville?"
He pressed his lips back onto hers as their tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss.
Deana came back out of her thoughts when she felt the stewardess touching her arm. She stretched and yawned.
"Are we there yet?"
"We have about fifteen minutes yet."
"Okay, thanks." She then turned to her side, closed her eyes, and thought about Lucy, her hot, petite, sex slave.
Lucy was only five foot tall, but had a lot of energy and sexual lust. She loved to please Deana. Her blue eyes and long black hair gave her the appearance of an Arabian woman, you know, the kind one might see in the tale of Arabian Nights.
Deana’s thought went back to last Saturday night. When just the two of them were in bed, Lucy had stripped, and then helped Deana out of her clothing. Next she laid her on the bed and began massaging every inch of her body, coming close to her pussy, but never touching it.
"Oooooh Mistress, your skin feels like silk. I love making you feel good."
"Mmmm, your hands feel divine honey, but you’re not rubbing the most important part of me. My cunt is on fire!"
"I know, I want you so fucking hot, that when I do touch it, you will climax so hard you will see stars."
"Oh Fuck, touch it, ppplleeeaasse! I beg you, make me cum!"
"Your wish is my command!"
Lucy spread Deana’s legs and dove into her pussy like a kitten with a bowl of milk, lapping and tonguing every inch of her mistress’s shaved, drenched pussy.
After a few minutes Lucy carefully spread the lips and let her tongue tantalize the hot-pink flesh. When she knew Deana couldn’t stand it anymore, she shoved three fingers inside her pulsating hole as she sucked the clit.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkk, harder, deeper. Yes, just like that, mmmmmmm, eeeeeeeee, I am cumming!!!"
Deana shook her head trying not to become so aroused she’d climax right then and there. She gathered her things, fastened her seatbelt and prepared for landing.
She got off the plane, gathered her luggage, hailed a taxi, and headed toward the hotel.
Deana then checked in, showed the bellboy her luggage, eyeing him up and down and wondering how good he was in bed. They then rode the elevator to the fifth floor, penthouse suite.
Once they entered the room, she purposely rubbed the bellboy’s body and then tipped him a twenty.
"Thanks ma’m, by the way, my name is Barry. Is everything alright? If not, let me know what you need."
"Everything’s fine, have a good evening."
Deana kicked off her shoes, headed for the kitchen area, and looked for a wine glass. After that she opened the refrigerator, grasped a bottle of Brandy, and poured herself a drink.
She then went back into the bedroom, set the wine glass on the table by the bed, and laid down on the king-sized round bed.
"Ummm, just right for fucking!"
She fell asleep with dreams of the hot times she would be encountering during this adventure.
John checked in, acquired his key, gathered his suitcase, and headed toward the penthouse suite. Once there he knocked, but no on answered. Thinking Deana was out for the moment, or maybe sleeping, he unlocked the door and carefully, quietly entered the room.
When he saw Deana sleeping on the bed, a devilish grin crossed his face. He set his suitcase down by the dresser, kicked his shoes off and crept onto the bed.
John moved his arms down and slid them around Deana’s body. As his fingers caressed her hands, he noticed her wedding ring was missing.
Deana realized that John was there, and nuzzled up against him. "Mmmmmm, hi darling, how was your flight?"
"It was boring; I wish I could have come with you on yours. By the way doll, where is your wedding ring?"
"I took them off on my way here."
John pulled her close again saying. "You better make sure you got them, I wouldn’t want you to lose that lovely diamond ring. I want the men we meet to see them on my pretty white blonde wife tomorrow."
"I don't know what you’re so upset about. The men are joining us for fun, and to fuck, I don't see what my wedding rings have to do with anything!"
John pulled her closer and replied, "Stop questioning me, just wear them. You know I have friends telling the men at the convention about a sexy white wife on the prowl for black dick."
Deana shivered with excitement and gave him little kisses around his face. "Ooooh, sounds like fun! "
"By the way, I have someone I want you to meet while we are here."
"What, you’ve already met some of the conventioneers?"
She frowned and tried to hide her emotions. "Not really, a friend of mine told me he was coming to this convention."
John kissed her passionately again while holding her tight in his arms. Their love for each other radiated between them. Ever since he left home, he could not get the thoughts of this encounter out of his mind, four days of fucking, and a fuck-fest you might say.
Deana snuggled up into his arms and then suddenly remembered the missing birth control packet. Maybe she could call the doctor and tell him she lost them.
She had an idea. She'd try to call his office and see if he could call in a prescription here in Nashville. She started to smile again as she figured it out.
She snuggled up to John as her hand slide down the front of his trousers. Deana caressed the outline of his cock.
"Mmm, someone is happy to see me."
John led Deana to the bed and laid her down gently. He then began to strip while watching her tremble with desire.
"You know you’re going to get a good hard fucking, don’t you, doll?"
"Bring it on big boy, this hot cunt is on fire and ready to be fucked."
In her mind, she was wondering how long the pill would last before she got pregnant.
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