0 comments/ 4713 views/ 4 favorites Alice & Joel By: May27 Her: 5'7, with long, thick, wavy dark hair: the kind a man can get his fingers tangled in. A strong nose, heavy brows and olive skin. Pink sensual lips. A desire to please. Soft 38D breasts, light brown areolas with small nipples. A generous belly with an hourglass shape, wide hips and a round ass. Insecure. Thick thighs, shapely calves and pretty toes. Desperate. She loves cock, and will do anything to feel him inside of her. Him: 5'9, short dark hair. Army vet, several tattoos. Built and toned, strong arms. Depraved. A beautiful 8 inch, perfectly pink cock. Narcissistic. He works at a highly rated restaurant in dc, so she is sure he will be unimpressed with the simple yet delicious baked chicken she is preparing for their supper. She is freshly showered, wearing his favorite: a thin, worn white tshirt. The v-neck is all stretched out, so sometimes when she leans over a tit pops out, and he can see her nipples through it. Paired with red, lace trimmed cotton panties and smooth legs, she hopes he will be happy to see her when he gets home. He walks in the door and sees her standing in the kitchen, his cock twitches at the sight. He walks up behind her and pulls her back into him, kisses her on the neck. He slides a hand up her shirt and brushes his thumb against one small, hard nipple. She turns around and gives him a light peck on the lips and looks into his eyes. He is being affectionate, but she can see in his face that he is tense and looking for a fight. She touches his cheek and he pulls away, leaving the kitchen and disrobing as he walks out. She hears the shower turn on as she pulls a bottle of red down. She's nervous - needs something to take the edge off, knowing the mood he must be in. She tidys up the kitchen, and the preheat sound goes off just as the shower turns off. She waits a moment. He is still damp from the shower, dressed in clean boxers. He comes around the corner as she is bent over putting some type of food in the oven and her ass looks delicious. She tries so hard to please, it's sickening. He walks up behind her and palms her ass, she turns around and hands him a glass of wine. He gulps it down and grabs her towards him, pulling her in by the neck. She gasps - he really is in a shit mood and she doesn't know what she's done. He kisses her, hard. Not the sweet, intimate kisses they've been known to share. This is a conquering, he is showing her who is in charge. Her lips are sore from the demands he is making of her mouth, her panties are getting wet anticipating what she is in for. He lifts her up onto the kitchen counter, and slides one finger over her panty clad slit. It's damp. She's running her fingers through his hair, her hands slide down over his neck, pressing into his shoulders for a brief massage - they're still kissing, and she tries to reach down to free his cock and love it. He grabs her wrist to stop her - god, she really is a horny slut. She can't wait to please him, but she'll have to. He reaches up and grabs her hair, forcing her to look up, away from him. He asks her, "did you play with your pussy today, slut?" She says, "no, sir." "Did you want to?" "Very much, yes I wanted to." He forces her hand towards her pussy and demands that she play with it so he can watch. So there she is, sitting on the kitchen counter with her legs spread, her red wet panties pushed to the side as she begins to circle her swollen clit. She dips a finger into her pussy and he can see her juices glistening all over her pretty cunt. She looks up at him sweetly as she puts her finger in her mouth, tasting herself. He kisses her mouth then, getting a small taste of her sweetness. She keeps rubbing her clit, sliding one or two fingers deep inside every now and again. She's watching him, watching his eyes, the way they move from her face, to her body, to her pussy. She loves being on display for him. She starts rubbing faster, with more intensity. He knows the signs, the labored breathing and the urgency. She thinks she has permission to cum, but he hasn't granted that yet. He says, "did I tell you you could cum bitch?" She stops - startled. "I-I-I thought that's what we were doing," she stammers. He approaches her, grabs her by the wrist and pulls her down off the counter. He pushes her to the ground, so she is kneeling at his feet. Mmmm, she has been wanting to taste his cock all day - she tells him so. He rolls his eyes at that, of course she has. He says, "show me." She grins up at him as she takes his beautiful, perfect cock in her hand. She starts by kicking the bead of precum that's formed on the tip. He can see the silver strand from her tongue to his cock, and he likes it. He slides his fingers back through her hair and simply holds on for now, letting her do what she will. She takes more of his cock into her mouth, eagerly. She's using one hand to slide up and down the base as she focuses on the tip, sucking and licking. She pulls back and holds his cock up, using the flat of her tongue, runs it from the base to the tip of his cock, then encircling it with her mouth and going as far down as she can. Which is to say, not as far as he needs. She goes down again but this time he locks his fingers firmly in her hair, preventing her from coming back up as soon and she gags. She knows by now what he wants, thankful that she skipped lunch. She willingly tries to go as deep as he is pushing her, but her eyes are starting to water and she's starting to dry heave. He can tell she is near breaking, so he pulls her up by her hair so that she is standing in front of him. He notices the tears on her cheeks and roughly says to her, "you need to practice more, slut." She gently nods her head in agreement, as much as she can since he is still holding her tight by the hair. He starts walking, still pulling her, and leads her into the bedroom. He frees himself from the tangle that he created, and demands that she lay on the bed. "Turn over, I don't want to see your pathetic face," he says to her. "I should leave you here and not touch you for the rest of the night. But I want to cum, so I'm going to fuck you hard and right. You do not have permission to cum tonight, do you understand bitch?" She whimpers into the blanket a weak "yes, sir." He comes up behind her and slides her soaking wet panties down around her knees. He uses his thumbs to part her sweet, drenched pussy. He slides in easily, and begins pumping hard - he knows he's hitting the right spot because of the moaning sounds of ecstasy coming from her parted mouth. He loves that he is going to make her feel this sexy but leave her unfulfilled. He slaps her, hard, on the ass as he is pounding into her. He grips both of her hips and is watching as her ass jiggles and ripples over his cock. He can hear her sweet southern voice whispering a quick, "oh god..." Followed by a "fuck fuck fuck..." He continues pumping furiously as her pussy clenches around his hard cock. He smacks her ass again three times, each harder than the last, turning her white ass into a pretty shade of red. He's getting close, but wants to see the look in her eyes as he deprives her of his cum in her pussy. Suddenly she is being flipped over, her face is flushed and she is out of breath. Her hairline is damp with sweat from trying not to cum all over him. He pulls her by the hair to put her face in front of his cock. She eagerly takes it in her hand and starts pumping, her lips wrapped tight around the tip. Her tongue is pressing against his slit, her eyes are looking up towards him. He says, "you like the way you taste on me bitch?" Her mouth is full of cock, so she mumbles an incoherent, positive answer. She focuses on sucking him off and suddenly her mouth is full of hot, sticky cum - she is caught of guard and pulls his cock out of her mouth but keeps pumping, the rest of his load spraying on her cheeks, mouth, some landing in her hair. He grips her jaw in his hand and glares at her, then uses his thumb to wipe some of his cum into her mouth. He proceeds to wipe all of it from her face into her mouth, and hands her a chunk of hair to suck the cum out of. She wanted his cum, she needs to act like it. He lets go of her hair and she leans back. He tells her to go clean up and he will meet her back in the kitchen. She changes her underwear and brushes her teeth. She washes her face and hands, pulls her hair back into a high pony tail. She comes into the kitchen as he is pulling dinner out if the oven. She pours two more glasses of wine and sets out plates. They sit down and eat dinner, she asks about his day. When dinner is over, they retire to the bed where he pulls her in close, kisses her on the cheek and says "I love you pretty girl." She settles into him and easily drifts off to sleep. Alice & Joel: Back At The Hotel She stepped into the frigid air conditioning of her hotel room, leaned back against the door and took a deep breath. She'd met him, spoke with him, touched him, flirted with him, tasted him. She was desperate to finally feel him inside of her, but since she fled the restaurant the way she did...she had no way of knowing when he would show up. But he would. To pass the time, she removed her shoes, dress and spanx. She took a quick shower to refresh her skin, brushed her teeth, wrapped herself up in the soft hotel robe and ordered some fresh fruit from room service. She knew she needed something in her stomach but was too anxious to want a real meal. She lit some candles, fixed a drink and leaned back to try and relax. ----- He was desperate to leave work, he had called every other waitstaff he knew to come take over his shift. He had even told his boss he had surprise company from out of town, but they were busy and he couldn't get away. Knowing she was literally down the street waiting for him was distracting and all consuming. When things started to slow down around 10, he found his boss and told her he was leaving. Once he was out the door, he started jogging - then stopped. He slowed his pace, lit a cigarette and tried to be casual. He wanted to get his hands on her, he'd felt her and tasted her - he loved her. But he couldn't be that guy tonight. ----- He slid the key into the slot of room 810 and the light flickered green - he walked into a room that was dim, the only light coming from a few flickering candles. She was asleep on the bed, laying on her stomach. The robe was off to the side, covering her arms and back, but exposing her legs and just the very bottom of her round ass. He took her sleeping as an opportunity to grab a quick shower. He smiled to himself when he stepped in and saw a bottle of his preferred body wash. He was quick, thorough, and done in just a few minutes. When he stepped out, he surveyed the room again. This time he noticed another of his preferred bottles, this time, Macallan 18. He poured two fingers into a glass, had a sip...then moved towards the bed. As he knelt onto the king sized bed next to her, she stirred. ------ She felt the bed shift, knew he was here. She must have fallen asleep very shortly before he arrived. Her skin tingled as she felt his finger tips slide along the inside of her thigh. She slowly sat up and removed the robe from around her shoulders. She leaned back down, kneeling on her knees and elbows, head down. She felt his hands on her hips, lightly at first, but then he clams down, his fingers digging into her flesh. He reached around her and roughly pulled her legs apart, then she feels the tip of his hard cock against her. As her head comes up, he pushes it back down, keeping pressure against her shoulders as he finally, excruciatingly slow, buries the length of him deep inside of her absurdly wet pussy. For a moment he doesn't move, just reveling in the feeling of being encompassed by her. HER. He slides his hand down her back, gripping her hips again, as he begins to move in and out of her, listening to all of the familiar sweet sounds she is making. He's heard these sounds before, on the phone, but never this intense, never because of his body, and never this sense of pleasure from hearing her. He knows this is her very favorite position, and he's happy to do it in this moment...but, this isn't about her after all. ---- She knows this won't last long, but she could move like this forever. Feeling him taking her from behind, he fills her up perfectly, just on the right side of almost hurting. She attempts to raise up again, this time he lets her. She starts moving with him, meeting each thrust, groaning deep and breathing hard. Suddenly he stops, she knows what he wants. She is on her knees and she turns around to look at him. They're chest to chest, each on their knees. She gently touches his jaw...not breaking eye contact. She softly whispers, "kiss me..." ----- God damn, she is so sweet. He doesn't enjoy kissing, and she knows it. He glances down at her pretty plump lips, and he hears her again. "Kiss me. Please...." Her arms wrap around his neck as he leans in, his hands traveling down her sides, following the curve of her belly, landing to rest along the top of her ass. He kisses her, tasting strawberries as his cock twitches at the purring sounds coming from her throat. ------- He tastes like scotch and cigarettes - he tastes the way she always imagined. He may not like kissing, but he's damn good at it. Her pussy feels so empty, she's grinding her hips against his and his rock hard cock that's pressing into her. With her arms around his neck, she pulls down and moves out of the way so that he is laying down on his back on the bed. She leans back to look at him, really, for the first time. Her eyes start at his dark hair, his cocky grin, his strong, muscular arms...his tattoos. His perfect cock, standing straight up, waiting for her attention. She straddles him, impaling herself with his cock. She uses her thick legs to move herself up and down on top of him, but only a few times. She climbs off and puts her mouth over him, tasting herself for the second time that day. Ok, like the fourth time that day. She licks and sucks his cock clean, taking as much of him into her throat as she can. She is positioned such that, she can look up and into his eyes as she tastes them. He's watching her, intensely. She treats him. She takes her time, worshipping his cock as it deserves. She grips him tight with her hand, but is tender with her tongue, loving him. His hand reaches down into her hair - gripping it tight, hurting her. He pulls her up towards him, she straddles him again. He lets go of her hair, she starts moving over him, her heavy breasts swaying in his face as she fucks him. He takes one tit into his hand, holding it steady as he suckles at her small, hard nipple. He hears her breath hitch, and sucks harder- grazing his teeth along her skin. She moans loudly, as his other hand finds her other nipple and pulls it, none too delicately. He looks up at her, her eyes are closed, she's biting her bottom lip. He wants to make her cum, and knows from their many conversations there is only one sure way to achieve it. He grips her hips and stills her, all but flinging her off of him. He says to her, "get on your knees bitch, it's time for you to cum." She's anxious, nervous that she won't be able to get there with him. They've talked about it, and imagined it together enough times that he should know what she needs, but still... She is on her knees, legs spread and her chest is against the bed. He uses his hands to spread her apart and easily slides into her still dripping wet pussy. He can feel her fingers start to play with her clit as he slides in and out of her. He rubs his palms along the curve of her generous ass, appreciating her, then pressing his thumb against her puckered ass hole. He applies a steady, gentle pressure, just against it. He can feel her fingers working her clit furiously as he pounds into her, keeping a rhythm she seems to enjoy. Soon he can hear her holding her breath - she does this when she is close to cumming. A long breath hold, followed by a quick deep breath, she's working up to her orgasm. Suddenly he hears her cry out, "harder! Please...harder, please, yes...." And he fucks her with all that he has. ------ She can't believe she came that hard and so fast - she can't believe he allowed her the privilege of cumming at all. She can barely hold herself up, as she tries to catch her breath. He stops moving...still inside of her, his hands caressing her ass. She can hear that he is talking but she wasn't listening, until she hears him say, "---your turn to do everything that I ask of you, no questions asked. You're my slut, here to obey my whims. Is that understood, whore?" "Yes, sir." To be continued.... Alice & Joel: Back At The Hotel Ch. 02 Please refer to "Alice & Joel: back at the hotel" for the first half of this story. I will do my best to make it a stand alone as well. ----- She was still on her hands and knees, her long dark hair cascading down her pretty tan back. She was still trying to catch her breath from the powerful orgasm he had generously just given her when she felt his hands grip a handful of her thick hair. He jerked her head back, pulling her up so her back was against him. He wrapped her hair around his wrist, tangling it tight in his grip as he maneuvered her off the bed and onto the floor. She was on her knees, her back pressed against the bed, and her neck was bent at an awkward and very uncomfortable position. He was standing in front of her, his cock not nearly as hard as it had been a few moments ago. Her mouth watered at the sight of it so close to her face, instinctively she parted her lips and tried to reach for it - his fistful of her hair jerking her back before she could even move. He held her so that she was looking up at him and he placed the tip of his cock on her bottom lip. Her tongue licked at the slit, tasting both of them. He pushed forward, putting a bit more of his cock inside of her warm, wet mouth. She used her tongue to put pressure on the tip, a small moan of pleasure escaping from her throat. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and she looked up at him right as his hand came down, striking her cheek with an open palm. Her eyes instantly filled with tears, she had no idea what she had done to deserve being hit. Still, she knew her tears were what he was after, so she let them fall down her cheeks while she stared into his eyes. Once more he put his cock to her mouth, she opened her lips and greedily took in as much of him as she could from that angle. Her hands came up to grip his hips in front of her, she moved as best she could with his hand still tangled in her hair. He held her head still as he shoved his cock deep into her throat, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of her gagging over him. He did this several times, only stopping when her gagging seemed excessive. Her mouth was full of thick spit, and was dripping down over her gorgeous, heavy tits. Finally he let go of her hair, only to slide both hands into the front of her hair and gripping just as tightly as he had to her makeshift pony tail. Her hands came around to grip the base of his cock as she proceeded to love him with her mouth, licking and sucking the best way she knew how. Every so often he would exert his power and hold her head still while he face fucked her, stopping just before she threw up. She used her hands to stroke the length of him while her tongue played with the hole in the tip of his penis, pressing into it while her lips suctioned the rest of the tip. Eventually they found a rhythm where she gripped the base of his cock tightly with one hand, working the length with her other hand. She kept the pressure just so, sucking on his cock with every bob of her head until finally he was ready to cum. The first shot landed in her throat and she eagerly swallowed, enjoying the taste of him. He let go of her hair to pull himself out of her mouth, pumping the rest of his load over her lips, cheeks and chin. He watched as she kicked her lips, tasting as much of him as she could, and he watched as it dropped from her chin down onto her chest. Her hand came up to rub it in over her nipples as she squeezed and played with them while he watched. She looked up at him, sweetly, as she leaned up to lick his cock clean and suck out any remaining cum. She was a mess, her eyes were wet with tears, her cheek was red where he had slapped her. Her lips were swollen and there was cum and spit everywhere. She was feeling pretty proud of herself, she felt like she had done a good job of pleasing him - right up until he back handed her across her other cheek, simply saying, "I expect you to better next time. Go get cleaned up, you disgust me." She was exhausted. Dejected. She warily picked herself up off the floor, her legs numb from keeling for so long. She fell forward, and rested for a minute. She saw him putting his pants on, then his shirt. She knew better than to ask if he would be back, but was pleased when she saw him slip her extra room key into his pocket. He stepped over her and walked out without a word, as she lay there, naked and pathetic. She sat on the floor for what felt like a lifetime, but was probably 30 minutes. Finally she got up and made her way into the shower. The water was as hot as she could stand it, the room full of steam. For a long time she just stood there, letting the water wash over her as she relived her experience with him. She was in a daze, and barely registered the sound of the shower door opening behind her. Suddenly there he was again, wrapping his arms around her waist. He held her, she let him. They took turns washing each other, avoiding eye contact, and neither one speaking. She turned the water off and began toweling him off. He watched as she dried herself off. He enjoyed seeing how her body moved, and how sensual she was, even in such an innocent task. She was made for sex, and he had every intention of using her as such. They both climbed into the very luxurious, very expensive hotel bed. She didn't know what to expect, so she laid down in a position that was comfortable for her. She was pleasantly surprised when she felt his hand take hers as he also got comfortable on his own. It was appropriate, a small token of affection from the man who was full of contradictory feelings for her. After a long day of traveling, anxiety, nerves, and fucking, it didn't take her long to fall asleep. Alice & Joel: The First Meeting She arrived in the city that afternoon, able to check into her hotel as soon as she got there. Staying at such a nice place was going to be a hit to her wallet, but she wanted this - needed this to happen the way she had always dreamed it would. She knew he worked at a restaurant close by, and it had been months since they had spoken. But he would want to see her, after 8 years of on and off communication over the phone, they were star crossed lovers who had never had the opportunity to be together. She was going to change that this week. After checking in, she went to her room and took a long luxurious bath, shaving every inch of her legs and pussy - knowing he would touch every inch of her. She spent an hour fixing her thick, long brown hair into soft curls and pulling it back to one side. She put on just enough makeup to enhance her eyes and smooth her skin, but not so much to be considered "painted." A touch of dark pink lip gloss. She agonized over what clothes to pack, and settled on a form fitting royal blue sheath dress. Business casual so she would fit in with the rest of the dinner crowd, but sexy. She hated to have to wear the shape wear underneath, but even that was sexy on its own and she wanted her silhouette to please him when he saw her walking. She also settled on a plain, nude heel. The hard part would be walking into the restaurant and sitting down at the bar she was hoping, praying, that he would be tending. --- He was. She saw him as soon as she walked in the door, he was helping an older couple at the opposite end of where she sat down. She was watching him, waiting to see his face when he finally looked up and saw her. He didn't disappoint. Every thought he had showed across his face - shock, anger, confusion, but then it settled into a grin. He walked over casually, saying, "hey, I'm Joel. I'll be taking care of you tonight, what can I get for you?" She said, "hi Joel, I'm...thirsty. Looking for something to take the edge off. What do you recommend?" He gave her a few options and when she settled on one, he said, "I'll need to see your ID." She cocked an eyebrow, and flirtatiously responded, "you don't think I'm older than 21?" He leaned in close, and said, "I need to make sure of your name, Alice." Her face flushed - but she reached into her handbag and handed over her license. He looked at it, satisfied that she was who he thought and returned it. She watched him fix some sort of mixed drink that she would have never ordered on her own - but it was tasty and she sipped at it while she watched him work. He was fucking with her, not acknowledging her beyond calling her by name before reading it on her license. He knew who she was, why wasn't he interacting with her more? -- He was trying not to panic. He had to have her, as soon as humanly possible, but he was at work and had to stay focused. Damn she made it difficult, sitting at the end of his bar, putting his job in jeopardy. He'd be lying if he didn't look for her every day, knowing this was one of her biggest fantasies. She had talked about it often, and now here she was, looking so pretty it hurt his chest. He'd have to tell her that later, but for now... -- A few minutes later he came over and asked if she would like to order anything for supper. She said, "no, the edge is gone. I think I'm ready for my check." She was furious. What a fucking waste...until, he glanced around, checking to see if anyone was around. He said, "go to the ladies restroom and leave the door unlocked. I'll be there in 1 minute." She was standing there, her heart racing, leaning her bottom against the sink counter. Waiting for him. The door handle turned and she felt sick - and then, there he was, close enough to touch. She didn't trust herself to move. He came to her, pushed both hands through her hair, gripping the side of her face...he leaned in, forehead to forehead, looking into each other's eyes and breathing so hard. He kissed her lips - barely touching her mouth with his. He buried his face in her neck, while his hands reached down to the hem of her dress, pulling it up around her waist. He roughly grabbed one thigh, spreading her legs, then he worked furiously to release himself from his trousers. She reached down and took him in her soft hand, gently rubbing the tip...she knew she didn't want this to be the first time he was inside of her. She wanted a bed for that, so she rubbed his hard cock along the slit of her dripping wet pussy. -- She was so wet. He was covered in her juices without even being inside of her - he wanted to see it on her tongue, so he slid his hands through her hair again, then roughly pushed her to her knees, they'd talked about this so many times before, she knew exactly what to do. He watched as she slid the flat of her tongue along his throbbing cock, watching her tongue glisten with her spit and her pussy juice. She wrapped her lips around him at the base and slid up, cleaning al the juice off of him. She looked up at him as she opened her mouth into an O and he could see it spread across the opening. She licked her lips, enjoying the taste of herself. He gripped her hair tight again, and said to her, "finish me, quickly." She went at it, using her hands and spit, working his cock like she had always dreamed about. She slid her tongue along the slit in the tip, loving him with her mouth. It didn't take long, he didn't saying anything to her, refocused and stared at her face, looking in her eyes as he started cumming in her mouth. He adored how eager she was to swallow every drop, and she did - she cleaned his cock with her mouth before he released her hair and she stood up. She was a little shaky as she wiped her mouth. She didn't know what to say, and neither did he. He watched her in the mirror as he washed his hands, then he walked out. She leaned against the sink, her mind reeling at what just happened. She washed her hands and waited a few moments before also walking out. She went back to her place at the bar, and he came over to her. He handed her the check for her drink. "Where are you staying?" he asked. She shrugged. Before he could respond, he was called away by a coworker. She put a $20 bill and her room key in the card slot, got up and walked out. He saw her as she was opening the door, he didn't know what to think. He retrieved the folder and saw a ritz Carlton room key, and the numbers "810" written in sharpie at the bottom. She would be expecting him... ...to be continued.