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Actually, with two men at two different times. As Carrie sat at her desk now her mind wandered away from the figures in front of her and back to the day before. Her prim little suit, high- collared white blouse and professional appearance did not betray the erectness of her nipples or the wetness between her legs as her mind drifted back to the previous day.
One of her co-workers, a man she had been seeing regularly, stopped by her office shortly after lunch, laying a slip of paper on the edge of her desk, smiled with a question in his eyes and walked on. On the piece of paper were written the numbers `232', followed by a question mark. She tore the paper in two, watching the pieces as they fluttered into her wastebasket.
Pushing back her sleek blonde hair, she smiled, feeling the familiar twinge between her legs.
Later Carrie picked up her phone, dialed a number and said, "Great! Same place? 3:30?"
At the affirmative answer she went back to work, trying to put the anticipation in another part of her mind for a few more hours.
He arrived at the motel first and when Carrie walked in his jacket and tie were over the back of a chair and he had two glasses of wine waiting on the table. She shrugged out of her own jacket, slipped off her heels and set her purse on the dresser. He walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist, pressing his hardness against her, kissing the back of her neck.
"You smell wonderful. I've been thinking of you all day," he murmured in her ear.
She turned to him and put her arms around his neck, pressing her full breasts against his chest.
"But we have too many clothes on, don't you think?" she laughed.
"Well, we can take care of that, can't we?"
He walked over to the table and handed her a glass of wine.
"Want to strip for me today?"
He had turned the radio to a station that played jazz and a saxophone's brassy notes were carrying a familiar melody.
"You know I can't resist that music," Carrie replied, sipping the deepred wine.
She slowly undulated in time to the music, pulling her blouse from her waistband and undoing the buttons down the front and on the sleeves. She slid its silky material from her shoulders, tossing it on a chair, then slid her skirt off. As she moved across the room, she slipped her high heels back on. Now she had only her push-up bra, garter belt and stockings.
The music of the sax vibrated her entire body, making her feel her wetness start to drip down her legs. He sat on the edge of the bed, slowly sipping his wine, watching her with glimmering eyes. Carrie twirled smoothly in front of him and reached down to unbutton his shirt. Part of her own stripping always included stripping her partner. She loved the musky masculine smell that seemed to rush outward in their nakedness.
She noticed little beads of sweat at his graying temples as she finished removing his clothes. He lay back on one elbow and watched as she took a long, slow drink of her wine, one hand running from her breasts down to her flat stomach. Putting the wine back on the table she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, freeing her breasts with their large erect nipples.
His cock was throbbing as Carrie bent down to enfold it between her breasts, rubbing back and forth along its hardness. Then she pushed herself away, grinning at his eagerness and danced across the room. She stood with her legs spread apart and slowly ran one hand down the side of her leg and let two fingers find their way into her moist cunt. She buried them as deep as she could, stroked her erection with her thumb, then pulled her fingers out as she walked back across the room and slid them into his mouth.
He growled his pleasure and thrust his own fingers inside her, pushing deep and hard. When he took them out, he sucked them, then pulled her down onto his stiff cock as he sat on the edge of the bed. She could feel him buried deep inside her and moaned her pleasure.
In moments he had eased her down on the bed, sliding his cock out of her as he did so and spreading her legs open wide. He sat there and gazed longingly at the wide open snatch, its juices glistening on her lips and on his prick. Then he raised himself up on top of her, shoving his cock in hard and deep, knowing that she liked that.
Carrie liked his words too.
"Dirty whore! Sleazy bitch! All you want to do is fuck cocks! Right? You just want to lay around all day with your legs spread open and screw."
The more he talked dirty to her, the hornier she got. She couldn't hold back the first shattering, splendid orgasm, the first of many she knew she would have before the day was over....
He filled her with his cock juice, covered her with his sweat and when he was gone, she rested for a few minutes before picking up the phone. Doug, her husband, should be home by now. He answered on the second ring.
"Honey. Room 232. I'll be waiting."
She could hear the anticipation in his voice as he said, "I'll be right there."
She had left the door unlocked for him and as he entered she was lying on the bed, a big vibrating dildo caressing her pussy. His erection was almost instant as he entered the room, the smell of sex surrounding him, the sight of his wife spread out on the bed, flushed from a recent screw, he knew, and lost in the pleasure of masturbating.
As Carrie watched his hazel eyes rove over her body, she let go in a fierce and overwhelming orgasm, shuddering and moaning as she came off. She reached up to unzip his pants as he stood beside the bed and took his huge cock in her mouth, sucking and licking its hardness. She slid his pants down and licked and caressed his balls, hard and full of juice.
"What have you been doing," he asked teasingly as he leaned down to lick and suck her swollen pussy.
He could taste her cum and another man's cock juice and his tongue thrust inside of her to taste more and more.
"Just fucking and playing with myself and making cocks happy," she grinned.
He slid his fingers up inside of her and could feel the sticky pool of cock Juice at the end of her cunt.
"Eat me, please," Carrie pleaded and he went down on her, sucking hard as she took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. As they sucked each other she pushed her hips up to his mouth, rotating them and bringing herself to another orgasm.
"You little whore," he said as he turned around to stick his prick in her wet snatch. "You fucking, wonderful little whore!"
She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust deeper and harder and faster. Her nails grazed his back as he humped on her and she pushed up to take him inside her. At the same moment, a crescendo of animal pleasure enveloped both of them.
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