Ms. Marca Part 49

This is more in the life and times of my wild and wicked ways. This is about me? just a part of my life! "Oh yes, more give it to me, more, ...I'm. Oh yes, ... in, yes you're in deep, oh god, yes!" His lips are sucking my 40DD to the point I think they will break off from my chest, god, he is good. My eyes closed I can feel his strong hands maul my eager flesh, holding my ass cheeks as if I were trying to run from this monster cock drilling me deep. . .a demanding cock that just continues to thrust into my well-screwed pussy. Then his tongue seeks entry into my mouth and I accept it, allowing it to explore my teeth, my tongue, and the roof of my mouth. I want it in my mouth and suck it hungrily. I want every part of my body filled by him. I need male flesh inside me, deep inside me. "Give it to me, harder, fuck me harder, come on make me cum on your big dick. Fuck me, big boy, fuck me!" I wrap my long, tan legs around his hips, trying to pull him deeper into my love nest. My long legs hold up my 5'10", 135lb. frame. His hands still hold my ass, an ass that rounds out to a 38 inch ton of fun. His thrusts become harder and faster, his groin slamming against mine, again and again, continually stimulating my clit. Then his rough hands got to my boobs and he painfully squeezes, pushes, and pulls my breasts and nipples. There is no respite from this delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. And then I hear his grunt of satisfaction and feel his warm cum flood my cunt. Imagining his seed flowing making its way deep into my body, drives me so crazy I shudder as multiple orgasms roll through me with ever-increasing intensity. "GODDAMN, MARCA, SHIT ....Fuck your pussy, oh yes, I can't get enough of your pussy!" "My pussy needs your big cock, fuck it, fuck it hard, damn you! Damn it, ride my pussy. Take it, you son-of-a-bitch!" "Oh baby this is what you were made for. You were made to fuck!" He is right, I was made to give pleasure to men. I can't help but to give a man my sex, to please all the men, lots of men. I'm a cunt in need of semen. I love it in my cunt. I love to swallow it. I crave it and can't get enough. Then I feel him going off and I see stars for the 4th time in the past hour or so. "Fill my pussy up, baby. Give me your cream, I need it so, more, give me more, ... dump it in me, more!" In my wild orgasm, I'm aware of his big, long, hard cock, shooting even more cum into me. So much has been deposited in me this week, it must be getting crowded in there. A grin spreads across my face at that wicked thought. Visualizing millions of busy, desperate sperm swimming in my stuffed womb, as he rolls off me and on to his back beside me. My hand drifts down to my pussy and I revel in the slippery wet mess between my legs, as my eyes drop to see that monster still throbbing.. Even though he's already come, he's still going. I see the warm, slick sexual juices oozing from his cock, creating feelings in me that are both physical and emotional. Floating in a sea of rapture, only vaguely aware of my surroundings, I slowly lift my head and peer at the grunting, heaving man next to me. Charles, my young hung neighbor who has a wife that is in her mid-twenties and hates his big cock, oh thank you, sweet Jesus, for letting her hate it. Oh if only my husband had a cock like this I would not be in bed next to this young 30 something hung stud. Damn, life is not fair, I got a husband who is tall handsome and worth a million plus and he has everything a woman could ask for, well can I trade in his 4 inch pecker for this guys 9 inch baby maker. Closing my eyes, I focus on the feelings inside, basking in the afterglow. How many men does it take to keep me happy, I've lost count. My lover's movement rouses me from my dreamy state and I gaze up at him through partially open, misty eyes. He crawls up my body and presents me with his cum-covered penis. I smile up at my young stud as I gaze up at the cock glistening with our juices. Instinctively I lifted my head and, reaching down with my hand, I cupped his balls and drew him close to me, playing with him, holding his balls in my hand, drawing him up to my face. I ran my finger around to his anus and he responded encouraging me to keep going. I smiled. The smell of semen was strong and I breathed it in tangy odor. A string was hanging down from his cock near my lips so I opened my mouth allowing it to fall into my open mouth. I caught it on my tongue and I savored the taste of it. I love the taste and feel of hot semen fresh a man's balls and I sucked him clean. For a time reality replaced fantasy as I continued to massage his ass, gazing contentedly at his balls as they swung close to my face, gently hitting my chin. I grinned up at him as I heard him mutter "Oh Marca, why can't Kathy do it like this, god your good!" I enjoyed the sight and feel of the hairy scrotum and I flicked out my tongue, licking his balls, sucking them gently, one by one into my mouth. I am constantly amazed at how every cock is different. Knowing what men like, I licked that most sensitive place between his balls and his anus and finally the anus itself. When my tongue touched that most sensitive area he jumped a little but then he moved and allowed his balls to roll on my eyes before allowing his ass to settle on my mouth. After I had given his ass hole a loving tongue bath he lifted his leg over me, leaving me with a view of his now shiny puckered little hole. I tried to lick it again but he had gone. I saw him roll off the bed and head for the bathroom. Damn, it is early, he can't stop. Shit, I'm just getting warmed up. "Charles, can't you stay a little longer, please!" "Sorry, Marca, I got to be at the office by 11 and it is 10:15, I got a big working lunch at 11:30 in my boss' office, can't be late today." I rested my head on the pillow and repeated my request. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, suck my tits, ... Charles, just one more quick one, please! I'll be your slut!" "Oh I will make you my slut, next month, baby, just not today!" I lay on the king size bed thinking of what I had on for the rest of the day. Shit, I got the motel room and no one to use it with. My mind begins to wander into my little black book and view each of my lover's and who I might call to come join me. Oh, I'm so fucking horny today, I could take on anyone who ask for some pussy, hell I wouldn't even make them pay. If he is big and hung, I might pay! Damn, I didn't even bring a toy with me. My fingers were playing with my fold and running up and down my slit as he open the bathroom door to see my playing with myself. "Damn, girl. Fuck, Marca, you are horny, aren't you?" I just smiled up at him with closed eyes and nodded yes. "I feel like being a whore today, all day!" "Marca, you're a whore. ?You are the best nympho slut I've ever had the pleasure of screwing. ?You are a total fucking slut, aren't you?"" A big ear to ear smile crept onto me face as I heard what he had called me and I thrust my cunt up to meet my fingers, using my body to convey my feelings. I love being called a slut and whore and I nodded dreamily in agreement and then to remove any doubt confirmed, "yes, I'm a whore so fuck, anytime you want." "Baby, I would, just can't today. Here is a $100 for the room and you need anything else before I go?" "Yea, Charles I hate to ask you this, but I'm kind of, will I'm a little short on some cash and credit cards are max out on me, can you slip me say 2 maybe 3 big ones?" "Oh hell Marca why didn't you say something before, here is 300!" "Charles that is just a loan until I get my card paid off, Tim would kill me if he knew how much I need to pay them off!" "Baby, we can work out something I'm sure. In fact I got a new customer I might need you to take care of, hay lets talk about that in a few days, bye baby, later!" Out the door he went and I was 400 to the good and yes I stop giving it away long time ago, might as will get paid to do something I enjoy. Than my mind came back to the present when the phone rang. *Ring, ... ring* Who in the hell could that be, my guys always call me on my cell phone. "Hello!" "Hi, pretty lady, this is Ed up at the front desk, you busy?" "Oh Ed, yes. I mean, no, I'm not busy!" "Ms. Marca, I saw your gentleman friend pull out of the parking lot, will he be back?" "No, ah, ... why do you ask, you need the room?" "Oh no, but my boss, the owner, he saw you come in this morning and he wants to meet you, he think's you are beautiful!" "Ed, that is very nice of him to say, but why does he want to meet me?" "Oh, pretty lady, I think you know why. Same reason your other gentleman friends want to be with you, I know he will pay, make you good deal! That was what he told me!" My mind is racing a mile a minute, I don't need to get something going with a guy I don't know, but he does own the place and maybe it might be good business to talk with him. "Ok Ed, ... I guess it will be ok, ah ... where does he want to meet me and talk?" "Oh, he will come to the room, bye!" Damn you, when will he come to the room? God, I got to get a shower and look half way presentable. I run to the bath and get my small douche bag out and pee as I sat on the pot and then do a quick douche. I put on some perfume as I hear the knock on the door and I have time just to slip on a robe I keep in the bottom drawer and slip my heels on. I open the door and there stood a short, fat Indian man smiling up at me. Jesus this is the owner, god he is a fat slob. In that Indian type sing song voice his broken English come out like he just got off the boat. He pushes the door open wider and comes in. He looks around at the room and goes to one of the chairs by the little table near the window. "Hey-low, missy. I'm Petal, I and my partner own this motel!" "Hi, Mr. Petal, I'm Marca, nice to meet you! Ed told me about you and that you wanted to meet me!" "Yes, so you like this room? Ed said you always like this room, he made deal with you to use this room, yes!" "It seems I always get this room, I come into town and see my friends when I do, this is near the airport and a nice place to meet!" "You have many friends?" I smile and giggle, and look down at the floor as I take a seat on the bed in front of him. "Well, just 3 or 4 is all. Mr. Petal, if my staying here a problem, if it is, I'll get a new place!" "Oh no, you must stay here, I can help you get more friends and you can use my best room, I have a room on the other side that has a private courtyard and a very nice setting room that can be used as a party room, it is two bedrooms." Help me get more friends, what the hell is this? "Mr. Petal, I don't need two bedrooms and I don't need more friends!" "Oh, my friends will pay you good, top dollar! They looking for beautiful lady like you to spend two hours with or maybe all night, pay good for good sex! Ooh, missy, you open your legs, ... you show me your pussy, .... now!" "Mr. Petal, I'm not that kind of woman, my friends don't pay me for sex!" "You fuck for nothing, you just nasty girl who like to get a fucking?" "No, I'm not doing it for nothing, ah ... I mean, I'm not nasty girl, you make me sound like a whore!" "Oh, so you do get paid, only whore does it for nothing, you call girl?" Damn this old shithead, he is mixing me up. "Mr. Petal, I do escort for my friends when I'm in town, you know go to parties with them!" "So they pay you to go to parties, I pay you to go to party with me, how much?" Goddamn this asshole. "Mr. Petal, I don't go out in public to parties, my friends have a private party and I spend time with them in private!" "Good we got that done, so how much do I pay so we can party!" Shit I keep getting in deeper. "Mr. Petal, we can party next time I'm in town, I'll call you!" God just let me get the hell out of here and I'll find a new motel. "Ed said you were not busy for a while, so we party now! You come here, over here, ... suck my cock, you whore, I pay you so you suck it good ...bitch!" The fat pig of a man with a crazed look snarled, spoke in a sing song voice, without any compassion in his dark brown eyes. He stood and pulled his sport jacket off and I looked up at the fat little guy who had big old fat puffy lips that made him even more a creep when he smiled. Then he pulled out his money clip and I saw the big roll of bills. ""Now, you show me your pussy, ..yes time to show me good pussy, ....why don't you open your legs slowly, ... and part your pussy lips? You get 3 hundred until 1:30, then I go to my home!" "I get $500 for my time and that is for two hours!" Oh damn, why did I say that? Shit, I guess old habits are hard to break. I stood up and dropped the robe and my big DD's pointed at his face, his fat old lips were at that level. "You can have it for the $300, but I get the room, the new two bedroom party room for free, 3 days a week." "That too much, no whore is that good, no, too much!" I reached down and picked up my robe, smiled at him and said "Give my best to your wife, bye!" "You bitch whore, your nasty whore, that is too much, you not worth it!" I started toward the bathroom to dress. "Look, missy, I got your money and my cock for you!" He was undressed in less than a minute, this little wimp of a man. I couldn't help but notice that his little old penis was about like Tim's, small and pathetic looking compared to the hung lovers I knew. He had a belly that over hung his little finger dick, god who could he make happy with that? On second thought, how does he fuck anyone with that little thing? Hell, you can't find it under that whale blubber. However, it was hard in his hand as he began stroking it slowly. "Suck my cock, missy!" he said, very quietly, business-like. I was lost in my thoughts. Damn, how could I be so easy, and with just any old cock? I was thinking 'why not?'. I licked my lips, my eyes were glued to the old man's hand slowly stroking himself. He wasn't more than a few feet away. I gave in to my needs, surrendered and walked over to the man, without looking at him and got down on my knees in front of him. He slid his free hand into my hair and guided my eager mouth over the head of his penis. I moaned low in my throat. He coaxed my mouth down his little shaft with each small thrust. He was surprisingly gentle. Soon he let go of his cock and used his hands to guide me to the bed. "You get in dog position, stick ass up, ... put head down, yes ... so I can slip in easy, you understand?" I knew what the fat bastard was saying, fat men can't fuck face to face if they have a small cock, they can, but they have a hard time keeping it in and when they are on top of you, you can't move with all the weight on you. Done this a few times over the years, so yes, I been there. I nodded as I got up on the edge of the bed with my feet hanging over the edge. Turning around I stuck my perfectly shaped tan ass at him and gently spanked myself a few times for his enjoyment. I then rubbed my ass cheeks and spread them showing him my pink. The smelly old fat fucker groaned as he pushed on my ass and rubbed my slit as I took up the position with my legs spread. "Mr Petal, do you like my butt, is it a pretty ass, you like to hold it? You like it, honey?" I asked, waving my ass side to side for him. "Woo yes, your new daddy gonna need that!" Petal laughed as he spanked my ass hard as I waved it in front of him. "OH Yea!" I cried at Petal as he was spanking my hard tight ass cheeks. "I'm so bad, I need my butt spanked, slap my ass, Mr. Petal, slap my big ass!" He laid about 5 good slaps on my right ass cheek. I love that, it makes me feel so hot and horny when I get spanked. All he could do was smile and his breathing got faster and shorter. He positioned the head of his dick at the opening of my dripping pussy. He slid his cock into my fold, shit this was just like Tim, but this guy had a fat belly to get in the way. It wouldn't take long for the man to cum in this position. He slid in and out of me slowly at first but getting faster and harder with every thrust. Then he reached under his stomach and flopped it up on my ass, as I looked back to see his ugly old wide lips sucking air trying to get his cream up out of his little nut sac. "Mr. Petal, is my pussy good?" I cried out and began to tremble. A low moan rose in my throat until he was bucking into me and I was humping back at him, shouting "Oh God, Oh God ... fuck me good Mr. Petal, you fuck me good!" He had to grab me around the waist and hold me still as he screwed even faster and harder. I grunted with every thrust. I then made my pussy clamp down on his little we-we and this drove the man over the edge and he began thrusting into me hard, grunting, grabbing my hips and holding me as still as he could as he came inside me. Hell, he didn't last 5 minutes, shit I'll do him for $300 and take up 15 minutes of my time. Five to get undressed, five to do him, five to get dressed, easy money. I went to the bathroom, got a wash cloth wet and came back and cleaned up his little squirt of cum he had running down his little finger like dick. He lay on the bed still trying to get his breath as I picked up his underwear and slipped them on his skinny legs and up to his skinny ass. "Stand up, Mr. Petal!" I took one of his hands and helped him stand and I pulled his shorts up over his fat stomach. I got his pants and had him step into them and the fat old bastard was dressed and ready to go before he knew what hit him. "Before you go, Mr. Petal, lets get things on the table!" I picked up the phone and let the desk clerk pick up. "Ed, Marca here, Mr. Petal said I was to have the 2 bedroom suite from this day on at no charge, did he tell you that was our deal?" "No, Ms. Marca, he never said anything to me!" I gave the phone to the little fat asshole and told him to tell Ed what I just said was true. Petal told him I was to have the room any time I wanted it but no more than 3 times a week at no charge. The old boy was out the door and I had my shower and dressed and was on my way to an afternoon meeting / date that I had to make by 1:30. Just then the phone rang in the room and I picked it up. "Hello!" "Ms. Marca, Ed here. Did you want me to be on the look out for you, ah, ...you know for some customers, you know I get asked about having a good looking woman for an afternoon of pleasure more than once a day." "Well, Ed, if you know the guy, can get the low down on him, you know I don't need a cop on my ass. It's $500 for two hours! Give me this number so I can put it in my cell phone and I'll call you from time to time." I guess I'm back in business big time, with Tim gone for weeks on end, why not? to be continued.... Marca40DD@aol.com 3707 1.76/512345