Red Light Passion
By Paul La'ska
Copyright 2011 Paul La’ska
Smashwords Edition
Not long after she had entered the small hotel room, almost as nice as home, did he walk up behind her. The lights were out save a deep red glow from one of the lamps, changed before she arrived. She wasn’t prepared, and the random sack in the corner told he wasn’t exactly a master planner either.
But this was okay. She liked this unexpected surprise. And it hid away some of the age lines of her charming face.
Feeling her taller companion behind her, she could feel his strong member growing in the small of her back as he pulled her close, his lips nipping at her neck. She raised her arms to touch the short well trimmed hair on his head, fingering his strong thick neck, allowing his hands to caress down from her shoulders, down the sides of her body, to her hips, tugging at the tight jeans of her slender frame.
His lips trailed from the side to the back of her neck as his hand went around to the front of her pants and undid the belt that was pulled tight like a noose. Then the notch was undone and she felt a wave of release, like the blood that was restrained by the overpriced denim was suddenly let free to fill the rest of her body. To warm her, prepare her for what awaited.
His lips were on the right side of her neck now, and trailed up to her earlobe. The edges of sharp teeth tingled the edge of her ear, making her hair stand up even in this room whose air conditioning did not work.
She turned to him, her arms around his head and smashed her lips against his. It was an unexpected turn, but she couldn’t let him have all the fun of this engagement. It was deep and intense. And when she pulled away, they were both grinning, chucking a little as they came together, attracted like magnets and took in one another scent as they hugged one another close, protected from the outside world but vulnerable to each other.
And together, there were a force to be reckoned with.
They released their grip, and she slipped from his hand, tugging at her leather belt stilling hanging onto her pants. She knelt upon the bed, a queen size and remarkably comfortable, which gave her perfect stability as she pulled the belt from her unbuttoned pants, playing with him.
He watched, subconsciously biting his lip as she pulled the belt and notched the first hole, making a leather loop. Then she looped the belt around his neck and pulled him to her, onto the bed.
They landed together side by side, now gazing into one another’s eyes, seeing the layers left exposed for one another to observe. Like marks made on a record, their iris’s seemed to detail to the two lovers the path they had made to get to this road. In that moment of frozen time, they relived their memories, and recounted those dangerous times of exploration away from prying eyes.
She threw the belt to the floor, leaning on an elbow watching him, and waiting.
He cocked an eyebrow.
She continued to wait, a half smile gently crept to her lips.
Then he reached out with a thick, strong hand and pulled at the loose pants, throwing her leg over his, bringing her close. Her elbows were at his head, closing his face near her breasts, still contained in their man made barriers but ready for him. She nipped at his nose playfully as his hand massaged her back, buttocks, and leg in one elegant flow of beautifully concealed flesh. He bit through her shirt and bra, feeling the stifle nipple beneath it. She yelped followed by a satisfied groan as she gave him space to work.
Using her leg she rolled onto her back, while pulled up his shirt, past his head, and discarded it to the floor. Beneath that blue and white collared shirt was a sold built man. The muscle was not so defined, but it was strong, thick, and healthy. A tree’s trunk some would describe it as. Her fingernails grazed his skin, making him more excited, which she could feel between her legs now, but there was too much cloth between them to do anything about it – for now.
She pulled her own shirt up, and he assisted in revealing her slender frame complemented by perky breasts still hidden behind a slender black bra. His finger’s nipped at the straps, but she gently pushed them away. He tried again, and she denied him a second time.
Staring at one another, there was a moment of confusion on his part. She raised her eyebrows at him, waiting to see what he would do next.
He shifted back, letting her leg drop off of his and laid over her slightly nude form. Starting from her belly button he kissed the edges of her hips from one side to another, the his touch gingerly scrapped the hairs of her skin up her stomach to her sternum, skipping over the bridge of her bra, up to her chin.
She went to kiss him, and she was denied. Instead he went up her cheek to her temple, to her forehead.
She tried again to connect with him, and he denied her a second time, skipping to her ear, biting it gingerly, but her grunt was of pleasure and of wanting.
This time, when he returned to her face, she didn’t give him the chance to deny her a third time and pulled his head to hers, pulling his body on top of hers. His hot skin collided with hers, she could feel his thick member pulsed even through four layers of clothing.
She turned him to the side again, and he quickly unsnapped the buttons from her bra and tossed it against the wall, letting her breast breath and probe and poke his naked chest. The skin contact was ecstasy. The timid sweat and passion fused them together like glue. Their open mouth kisses were like long strokes paddling in a voluptuous river, fair and gaining significant ground with each pass.
She rolled him over, now she was on top, grinding her hips into his, still with his clothes on.
But not for long, she thought.
Her hands started at his strong broad shoulders then slowly down his chest, through gentle untrimmed hair, and to his first stomach towards his own belt - a leather belt with two rows of eyelets and two bronze prongs. Unique but prove little defense for her nimble hands, forcefully pulling the tongue of the belt aside and undoing the leather restraint, slipping out the button from his pants and gingerly bringing down the zipper to his stark blue boxer shorts.
She could see his hard cock, rising from under the cloth. She had to gaze at it, relishing in her control over him.
Then came a sturdy knock at the door. She turned to the door, and he was up on his elbows.
“Sam? Are you in there?” a man’s voice called from beyond the door, sounding anything but pleased.
“Samantha, open this door.” The voice said sternly through the faux wooden wall on hinges.
She looked down at her lover, still straddling him, both were half naked, ready to go. His throbbing cock just mere seconds away.
But it had to wait. She threw herself off of him and went to the door, without a shirt and unbuttoned pants, and opened the door with a large enough to see some of what was inside the room, and some of Samantha’s nakedness.
Another man stood on the other side of the door. He had a spiked blond haircut with a handsome square head, a square but defined muscular frame hidden by a fitted dress shirt and slacks.
“Hi Ben.” She said.
“What is going on here?”
“What does it look like?” she asked, her eyes darted down to her naked, relaxed breasts, hanging freely. Ben peaked over her, to the man on the bed who was upright now, waiting to see what was about to take place,
“Hey Will.” He said.
Samantha’s lover nodded his head, uneasiness set in.
“What do you want, Ben?”
“Well, if you are so insistent on having sex with other men, I figure I should make sure they were of some quality.”
Ben pushed himself inside the red room and closed the door behind him. Will swung his legs to the side of the bed, as if ready to jump to Samantha’s defense. But she raised her hand to him, and stayed her lovers actions while Ben walked to the far side of the room, to a desk with a plush dark office chair,
“So you’re just here, for what?” Samantha asked.
“I can see that poor bastard’s stiff cock from over here.” Ben said as he pulled out the chair from the desk and faced it towards the bed.
“And?”
Ben slipped into the chair, reclining himself into a comfortable position,
“Why keep him waiting. Suck his cock.”
The eyebrows from both lovers raised into sudden spikes.
“Ben? Are you really asking me to do this, in front of you?”
“Yes. Suck. His. Cock.” I know you want too, you two are horrible at keeping the flirting contained. So I think, why fight it? You want one another, here’s how we’re going to do this. Now, don’t keep Will waiting.” Ben smiled.
Samantha looked to Will, who still sat on the side of the bed,
“Are you okay with that?” she asked.
“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He said, still a little on edge.
Sam’s big beautiful eyes switched back between Ben and Will. An unconscious smile crept into her lips. This was not the expected outcome. But better than the alternative she had foreseen before she opened that door.
Samantha waved her hand, motions for Ben to put his body back onto the bed, as they were before, though she could see he had lost some of his excitement,
But it shouldn’t be too hard to get it back, she thought.
She watched Ben as she approached Will’s legs at the end of the bed. She tugged at his legs, telling him to move toward the ledge of the bed so his legs dangling a bit, making his waist easier to reach.
She go down on her knees, gently massaging his thighs, his knees, then up to his butt and hips, back and forth rowing along his skin, getting Will’s blood flowing, and watched as his cock rose up to attention beneath his shorts.
Sam’s slender hands massaged his enlarged groin and the wrinkled mass of his genitals between her hands and the shorts, making him even more excited.
“Rip off his pants already.” Ben leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, watching intently.
Samantha looked over to Ben while continuing her massage slowly, then without warning she ensnared Will’s shorts and jeans in her hands and pulled them down with vigor, exposing his penis, enlarged past smooth foreskin, and ready. Bracing herself with an arm over each side of his now bare legs, Samantha leaned over and took his head into her mouth. Cradling the tip of his cock between rose pedal lips, she pulled back to allow a clear shot to her throat, then slid, halfway at first, down his shaft.
Her tongue, caught under his penis, lightly massaged the veiny girth in her mouth.
She looked up to Will, who groaned as he met her large round brown eyes, poised with his cock in her mouth, ready, making sure he could see what she was doing.
Then her lips slid slowly down his entire shaft, but then came up again quickly, leaving a small trail of saliva behind. A bit of chocking had made her retreat. She was not ready for that yet. Instead she lightly pumped his cock tip between her lips, repeatedly jerking his mushroom head as light slobbery sounds emanated from her lips.
Then she released, using her tongue to lick a trail around the curves of his head to his veiny underpass, then to the mushrooms the very tip.
Another shallow groan passed Will’s lips as Samantha took his cock back in her wet, warm mouth again, going down halfway again, the passing his erect cock back and forth in her mouth, making her lover groan as she massaged her partners strong cock with her lips and lovely tongue.
She could feel his cock throbbing. He was well in control, but if she pushed, he might cum.
With a gasp Sam released Will’s cock again and kissed his thigh lightly. Then a kiss to his balls, while one hand was on his cock giving a gentle massive. The other hand cupped his balls as her lips left them and played with his head again. Twisting her head side to side, her massage made his cock throb even harder. The sweat was sweet and the muscle made her hot for him to be inside her. This oral fixation could only satisfy her so long.
Then she turned to Ben, staring at him with wild eyes, half of Will’s cock in her mouth, probing her cheek. Her head bobbed down rapidly, staring at Ben, then to Will, who was facing the ceiling, too preoccupied with the pleasure to be paying attention to her shifting gaze.
“Choke on it.” Ben ordered through clenched teeth.
Samantha looked away, her movements became slower as she slides Wills’ massive cock deeper into her throat, the gag effect tried to rebel her nature. But she was determined to get Will off in his state of ultimate pleasure as his throbbing dock knocked into the back of her throat.
She pulled up again, her lips keeping his head, then she went down all the way, shaking her head and humming, the vibrations almost sent Will over the edge.
Then she pulled up again and continued her short sweet strokes along his shaft, never letting go of his cock’s head.
She cupped Will’s balls again and deep throated his cock again, making short bobs back and forth along his whole shaft, massaging his head with the back of her warm throat. He squirmed in Sam’s grasp but she wouldn’t let go now - wouldn’t let him rest. From her lustrous hums and ferocious drive, she was begging for him to let go.
Sam’s soft warm mouth held Will’s throbbing cock, while the rest of his body tried to kick her back, but she road him as Will’s hips inadvertently were forcing his cock deeper down her throat, chocking her a bit as his cock finally shot a hard stream of semen to the back of her throat. Will groaned hard in his deep manly murmur as each kick of his cock’s muscle spasm passed by Sam’s lips and into her throat.
The vibrant vixen took every last drop of his spirit down, never letting go until it stopped jackknifing her throat.
As she pulled up she collapsed her lips around his cock, now highly sensitive and wet from saliva and semen. Will breathed hard as he head was arched back, staving off the shivers of pleasure coursing through his nerves as she licked his head a little more, giving the head another mouth massage
She swallowed again, getting the last of Will’s juice down.
When Will rose his head, he was smiling, looking to Sam as her head laid near his limp cock. She looked to Ben, obviously hard himself, his swollen member bulged out of his slacks.
“Now you do me.” Samantha looked to Ben with a cocked eyebrow, “Will needs a moment, and I think a little interaction is in order.”
Samantha was hot, and she wasn’t quite done with her oral fix yet. Still she hesitated, bouncing in her knees a moment before getting up, giving a kiss to Will’s limp cock then walked over to Ben, who stood as he undid his belt and dropped his pants,
“On your knees.” Ben said with authority, smearing the making of a five o’clock shadow on his face. Samantha watched Ben as she dropped, grasping at his pant, taking them down, his half at mass cock sprang out grey and blue shorts.
Ben grasped her head, slipping his fingers into her hair and forced her mouth onto his cock. She took it without question as she gyrated into her mouth, making him hard in her hot hole, ravaged by sexual intercourse.
He took a handful of hair in both hands and sank his cock deep inside, forcing her to choke for twenty seconds before giving her a moment to breath. Then he went back inside, his thrusts were shallow at first, then, yanking those sexy lips over his hard penis he massaged the back of her throat, and she loved ever minute of it even when he made it difficult for her. She chocked and slobbered over his mighty cock. She proved tonight that she was a cock worshiper.
He was the master, and she was his slave.
Ben crouched down, so she didn’t have to stretch her glorious neck as she deep throated him, massaging his shaft, his balls with an agile touch of gracious hands.
But it wasn’t enough; she wanted it deep and hard. She wrapped her hands around his hips and shoved his cock in until her lips hit his abdomen, flirting with the edge of puking on his cock, which is what Ben wanted to happen. She was his, but even so, she fought him, gasping for breath he continued to hold his long cock in her head.
He pulled her away to let her lips crawl up his cock, sticking ever so gently to the sweat and saliva her mouth left behind then back down, taking in all in, setting in a absolute encompassing warmth.
He grunted like a beast as he kept pounding his arched throbbing cock against the back of her throat, watching her brow furl as she struggled to keep it all in. Ben caressed her fine head of hair as slowly he removed himself from her mouth. She gasped for air as he let her drop back to sit on her feet, still on her knees, watching a trail of drooled connecting them together.
“I think you man is ready now.” Ben said, his eyes darting over to Will, who was watching with a revived stiff cock, “Go on. Continue.” Ben said, standing over Samantha.
She looked up to him, then back to Will, got up and join him. Will was on his side as he watched, but Sam pushed him back onto his back.
Samantha took the cover and wiped her mouth of the excess saliva and Ben’s pre-cum. She bent over, kissing his neck, his cool skin was a little clammy from the sweat of her previous pleasurable torture of his body. She threw down her pants and cute tight red boxer shorts and slipped herself onto Wills body, parallel to his on the bed, laying naked skin to skin, their bodies felt like they would merge and lustful sweat was their catalyst.
Then she pushed herself up, her hand crawling down to push herself upright, she sat on his stomach, above his stiff cock. She could feel it resting between her tight little ass cheeks. Subtly she maneuvered herself back and forth, taunting his cock, postponing what Will wanted – to be inside of her. To be as close as they could possible be in a physical realm.
She bent her hips upward and back, touching his cock with the plump lips of her vagina and Will’s hand swooped up her arms and to her breasts, grabbing and caressing them. He curled up and bounced on her breasts, biting tenderly her erect nipples.
She pushed him back to the bed with a groan, her eyes focused on his while her hips caressed his. There was still no penetration, and it drove him mad.
Then suddenly she lifted herself up, taking hold of his cock and lined it up into the split of her pussy lips. Once she settled she was in the right spot, she pushed herself onto him, slowly feeling his erect cock penetrating her, sliding all the way down, taking him in, she gasped then moaned as she took him all in.
She rocked one, to get the rhythm going, licking her lips as she stared at her lover with slanted eyes. Her back arches as she pulled up the sat back down again, her walls caressing ever square inch of a slowly throbbing cock.
Will’s hands slid down from her breasts to her hips, helping to rock her back and fourth on him, making sure each movement allowed him deep inside, her lips tugging against the skin of his cock.
With each breath her grinding got faster, Sam’s breath drew quicker, as did Will’s as he caressed the skin of her ass, then her lower back, his fingers trembled and begged for deeper, faster, and more force.
As her nerves shuttered, she complied, throwing her hips back forcefully by the fifth stroke, forcing him to arch his own back, and in turning, putting himself deeper inside her, feeling the walls all around his hard cock tighten, reaching for the darkest part of her.
Samantha laid again parallel to Will’s body, still going with a viable rhythm, her hands on either side of his head.
They were nose to nose, taking in each other’s breath. She kissed him. Lightly at first, then it was deeper, then with tongue, locking their faces in a French kiss. Each other’s tongues slipped between one another’s teeth and strived for connection.
Will’s arms crossed over her shoulders and pulled her in closer to him, her perky breasts compressed against his strong hairy chest.
When they released their lip lock, both groaned with pleasure, though Will was much more taken by Samantha’s grinding against his hips and enraptured cock.
Then without warning he turned her over, and Samantha was on her back now.
She smiled, liking his aggressive stance. He craned up, a look of pensive aggression and confidence overtook his face as he grasped her by the shoulders and proceeded to thrust into her wet pussy, thrusting again and again twice as fast as she chose to stroke, pounding her, and making her yelps louder with each wet thrust inside her.
She bit his ear as their heads sat next to each other, embraced in their hot sexual moment, the scents of their bodies and the heat of the room made it an incubator of high octane passion with no signs of stopping.
Samantha raised her legs and crossed them behind Will’s but, making one long thrust inside her, almost touching the peek of her vagina. She could feel him throbbing inside as she held him there. Staring at her lover, he knew she wasn’t letting him go, pushing the limit of his endurance.
Her fingernails crawled against the flesh of his chest as he craned upward again, getting as much of his cock inside her as he could, with help from her legs.
Then Samantha pulled herself up and bit his nipples, holding him close as she snaked her whole torso parallel with his, keeping her leg around his torso, and pumped his penis again. Sam climbed the ride now, getting the right angle, her g spot, to the climax of her pleasure, and Will could tell by the sounds of her projected favorable moaning. She just needed the push that would get her off soon, then to get him off too.
Will turned himself, his back facing Ben who was still watching, his shorts on now but unable to hid the erection he was having watching these sporadic lovers fight for position.
With Will’s back to Ben now, Samantha sitting on his cock, hopped up and down over and over rapidly, making sure that pre-cum lubricated her properly, and stringing the attack on the nerves of his cock right, her groans of pleasure helped in that regard as well to make that cock throb.
Then Sam swung her legs back around, pushing Will onto his back as she pumped his dick deep inside her, their skin slapping together as she hammered his hips with hers, colliding their sweet and sticky skin.
Samantha was to the point of growling as the walls of her vagina began to contract, and a rush of shivering ecstasy crawled throughout her body, but she wouldn’t stop - couldn’t stop pumping Will’s cock inside her, feeling him throb made her hot, and his moans as his own climax was coming.
“Do it Will.” She said, coming nose to nose with him, “Cum inside me. I want it bad.” She said in a low seductive growl.
And that’s all it took for him to take the reigns, holding onto her as he thrusted his cock hard up into her, a machine of well oiled parts crashed together in wave after wave of nerve splitting pleasure, the head from his groin was amazing to the lips of Samantha’s pussy, their fucking was most desirable.
Within those last few pumps, Will couldn’t contain himself any longer as his cock felt like it was karate kicking her inside as he came, still rapidly thrusting inside her as his juice from his second orgasm of the evening filed her, dripping out of her lips and down his cock as she also pumped as hard as she could, groaning and kissing him, then finally one long thrust deep in her as they held each other until the moment was over.
They turned to their side, kissing over and over again, their plump lips unable to disconnect thanks to the rich sexual union they shared. They stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like hours, caressing each other gentle accompanied with smiles.
“Beautiful.” Ben said, breaking their silence, as he slipped his pants back on.
“Did you cum?” Samantha asked.
“I was too taken by the passion to think about it, though I’m still very hard. Maybe I should have joined in.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t.” Samantha said with a large coy smile, still enraptured in Will’s arms.
“You’re a lucky man Will.”
“We both are,” Will said, “To have her.”
“Indeed. Well, I have to meet Molly for a meeting. This role playing was very… interesting. It gave the whole encounter a new angle.”
The lovers only smiled, their foreheads touched,
“We’ll catch up with you later, back at the house, Ben.” Samantha said, still feeling the relaxed cock inside her, but she didn’t want to let the moment pass,
“Indeed. Thanks again.” Ben said then quietly excused himself from the room.
Will and Samantha sighed collectively and laid in each other’s embrace.
Coming Soon from Paul La’ska
White Light Rendezvous
In the Green Room (working title)
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