I wanna uuuhh somebody, I’m gonna uuuhh somebody.
I towel off from the shower, the steam making it impossible to see anything in front of me – what the fuck are those red spots doing on my dick? They weren’t there yesterday. Fuck it, we’re using a rubber anyways. I wipe off the mirror and take a good hard look at myself (popping a semi while studying my reflection). ”what’s keeping you?!” – she yell’s out from behind the bathroom door–”I’m trying to figure out if I have syphilis” – I all most answer her, but it’s probably better to keep those thoughts to myself at this moment. I keep quiet. I run my hands down my face, I’m already sweating again.
I open the door and there she is.
I don’t always fuck porn-stars, but when I do – I make sure they come with a firm fat ass. She’s on the bed, her back turned to me. Her black thong is perfectly separating her white cheeks. She turns her head and looks at me with eyes that say – ”a girl has to know her limitations” – the chance of grounding and pounding her butt-hole into submission are slim her eyes tells me. I start running my hand down my cock, while I quickly swallow a gallon of saliva that almost runs from my mouth and down my chest – I’m such a fucking pervert, a drooling fuck pig.
There is no romance or love in this room.
She smiles and crawls across the bed on all fours. Licking her lips, her green eyes wide open. I somehow take four longs steps to meet her at the edge of the bed. Before I can do anything she is sucking on my cock with the roughness only American girls do. I cringe and my body spasm, I tell her to calm down! She smiles like a witch at me and hisses – ”Europeans” – then she swallows my entire length and girth in one fluid motion. ”Viva Las Vegas” – I whimper while my head leans back and my eyes focus on the nicotine yellowish stained ceiling.
I bend forward and grab two handfuls of ass – ”oh my fucking god!” – I yelp out, while I rub her soft jiggly butt. I smack it. She jumps and giggles – ”no, no, no… Please don’t do that, I bruise easily” – ”okay, I won’t” – I say while almost out of breath. Fuck! She’s going for the balls and one of her fingers is making its way to my ass now.
This is too much!
I violently flip her over, turning her backside to my face. I dive head first into her mighty meaty ass and stuff my mouth. I groan and drool, I’m going gobble-gobble-gobble all up in that beautiful ass (it isn’t even Thanksgiving and she isn’t Turkish). She buries her face in the bed sheets. She moans and pushes her ass back into my tongue. My bare hands rubbing and massaging all over her lower body. I finally manage to release myself and quickly roll on a condom.
My entire body is shaking with the thought of what’s to come in a second.
In one single slow motion, I slide the entire length of my cock into her dripping wet cunt. She queefs and the room echoes (I let out a loud moan since the sound of cunt farts turns me the fuck on!).
I’m all up in her, I’ve pushed myself so deep inside her, I can’t see one inch of my cock anymore. My hips are touching her ass cheeks. Drool from my mouth and sweat from my nose are dripping on her back forming small puddles – lakes – on her white skin. I’m afraid to move, this shit is so good I might pop too soon. ”Fuuuck” – I yell out loud, as I begin to retract myself slowly, oh so very fucking slowly. Shit, her cunt is clinging to my shaft!
This is just to god damn perfect.
Long, slow, deep thrusts into her cunt. Each time I bottom out her ass jiggles. She groans and moans, she queefs. The room is filled with the smacking noises of my hips and stomach slapping against her now drenched skin. Her cunt juices are running down her thighs while she rubs her swollen clit in rhythmic circular motions. Both my hands have a strong grip on her hips, holding her tight, pushing her down into the bed. She starts to push back into me, her cunt is getting tighter and tighter, it’s milking me.
I stop.
I bend over and lick the salty sweat of the back of her neck. She grips my head with her hand and holds my mouth and tongue close to her neck. I gently bite her skin, sucking on it, leaving marks. We both suddenly look out the window as the desert sun beams through the room and blinds us both. ”it’s so bright” – she says, while almost tearing up.
Everything stops.
It feels like hours pass as we both watch the Las Vegas sun set. We’re both naked, I’m still inside her, pulsating and hard. She’s still dripping. The room goes dark and bodies begin to move in harmony once again. Noises that can only be associated with lust and decadence replaces the silence that was just there minutes ago.
We are in our very own little filthy sensory deprivation tank.
I’m trying to catch my breath, lying on top of her, wet, slippery, empty. She doesn’t move, she only gasps for air and whimpers. A phone rings, it’s like an alarm clock – it’s time to wake the fuck up! I stroke her face and we kiss, she doesn’t open her eyes. Not even when I slip out of her, she doesn’t make a sound. We are done with each other and we are done with this room.
There is no romance left in this love.
The author:
Christian Madsen hails from Copenhagen – Denmark. He is a freelance mainstream screenwriter, journalist and essayist. Editor-in-chief of Whackmagazine. Curator of the tumblr story-lab.tumblr.com. Fluent in almost nine different languages. Brazilian jiu-jitsu fiend. Foodie. Fashionista. Urban astronaut. Taschen books obsessive. Assman. Tattoo fetichist and pornographic connoisseur.
