Another night with Véronique (part 2) – her version

Her part 1 is here. My version of part 2 is here. This here is her part 2. They’re pretty similar, right? But it’s always fun to see the differences.

He opened the passenger door, pushed his mouth against me hard and simultaneously slipped his fingers inside me.  He stepped back, closed the door and I watched him suck his fingers as he made his way to the driver’s side.

We stopped in front of a hotel and he went in for a moment, telling me to touch myself again. He came out and handed me a room key and told me to head up, to put on music loudly and touch myself in front of the mirror.

I turned up the first song on my phone as loud as I could and began slowly touching myself. After about 5 minutes undisturbed, I felt one hand sneak up the back of my dress, and another down my front. He pushed my dress up around my waist caressing my ass, my thighs, my pussy.  In a moment he drew his hand back and spanked me hard.  I cried out, and he did it again, and again.  I lost my footing and  suddenly swung forward, saving myself at the last minute by grabbing the sink about a foot in front of me.

From behind me he pushed a blindfold down over my eyes, then pulled my hands behind my back and secured them tightly with rope. He caressed me again and I felt utterly helpless and turned on all at once.

“Kneel in front of me,” he asked.  I complied and felt the cold tile beneath my knees. I could smell him right in front of my face and I loved it. I moved my mouth closer to him, his warmth, and opened my mouth to him. He pulled away. I smirked, wanting to roll my eyes and push him up against something to show him I wasn’t to be messed with, but instead I rested back on my legs, waiting. Trying to be good. Trying. Trying. I moved closer again, and he pulled back, again. I think I let out a little growl or a short laugh. Finally my tongue made contact and I licked him, gently. I made short little laps with my tongue up the sides of his cock, across the head. I freed in this setting, only able to to use my mouth.

Then I felt him push into my mouth, my throat fully.  I relished being used by N.  I found myself leaning into his need, into his cock, pushing him into my mouth further and further, as far as he could.  I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want to stop. He slipped his hand down the back of my head and grabbed my hair for a quick moment fully fucking as far as he could, me moaning and gasping and groaning at the sheer carnal nature.  He pulled back.  He led me to the bed, and pushed me face down into the covers. He spread my legs wide and ran his hands up and down my legs, my thighs, my ass, my cunt. “Fuck…what now?” I wondered.

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