This one's a quickie - felt inspired to dash off several hundred words to a continuation of the fuckfest that is Jamie.
Jamie stands at 220lbs, 5'7", has 36JJ breasts, and is an absolute slut.
Jamie walked into the elevator of the hotel1, breathless, her own bliss still dripping and clinging to the insides of her thighs. Combined with the salivations of the cleaning maid (dressed incredibly inappropriately in her French maid outfit), it formed a thick, oozy, paste, reminiscent of Elmer's glue. God, that woman had a tongue on her. Good thing she remembered to get her number once she'd descended from the orgasmic clouds she was riding (or the maid's face, more accurately.)
As she walked in, there was a gentleman already in the lift, checking his phone, immaculately dressed in a fine, bespoke suit. A light fragrant masculine scent filled the air, causing Jamie to drool slightly. As she licked her lips and swallowed the excess saliva that seemed to pool in her mouth, she looked over at his rugged jawline with the 5 o'clock stubble that caressed his cheeks. That man would be the perfect dessert to the main oyster guzzling she just received.
Jamie glanced quickly to numbers on the lift, wondering if she had time to make her moves.
Floor 103.
Perfect.
Knowingly, slowly, sensously, she rubbed her thighs together, perfectly aware that as the dried cum between her legs warmed up, it would start perfuming the small space within the elevator. Even now, she could feel the heat wafting from between her secret space as it started to moisten and warm up for a potential invasion.
She felt him glance over to her and take a small, albeit curious sniff, wondering what that smell was. Jamie arched her back, pretending to stretch, knowing that the v neck of the baby doll dress she was wearing accentuated her decolletage, allowing her full breasts to display in its glorious, ample, deliciousness. His eyes shifted to the nipples that were starting to peek through the thin cotton fabric. Slutty tease that she was, she had convenient forgone a bra but made sure to pick a dress that cupped her bosom, offering them to anyone lucky enough to be looking at them, like a pagan offering to the gods. She stretched her arms overhead, feigning a yawn.
"Oh, gosh, excuse me. I didn't sleep well last night," she apologised with a sly grin.
"Oh, no, no, that's okay," he muttered, eyes still focused on the hardening nipples that threatened to pierce through the dress. They hung heavy like marbles, and were just the right size for a good sucking. He blushed a little, aware that she had caught him eyeing her goods.
Floor 95.
"Oh you know, the beds here are so...soft. I need something...harder." She grabbed his groin and smiled knowingly, feeling the hard shaft of his cock harden in her fingers. Gently stroking him through his pants, she grazed her nipples against his suit jacket, bringing them to a painfully tantalising hardness whilst she stroked him to his full length. He groaned under his breath and grabbed her by the throat.
"You...naughty...little...minx," he growled into her ear, pulling her closer with one hand on her ample butt cheek, and bringing his manhood into contact with the growing dampness between her loins.
"Ugh." The rough contact of his hand around her throat and his bulge suddenly touching her intimate parts forced a small orgasm through her body and she shuddered luxuriously, being held by his other hand cupping her bottom.
"I, I have to taste this," Jamie moaned, dropping to her knees and swiftly pulling down his zipper at the same time. His full 8 inches emerged out through the hole of his boxers and she took him into her full lips, relishing the manly odour of his dick. She sucked on it slowly, like a cigar, enjoying the guttural noises of his enjoyment. She drew it from her mouth, dripping saliva all over her breasts, and lifted them with her hands, popping them right out of her baby doll dress to caress his balls.
"You wanna fuck these babies?" she sighed, getting wetter by the moment.
He needed no prompting. He grabbed her breasts and started sliding them in between the deep crevasse that her 36JJ tits formed. She continued to drip saliva onto his cock while he titfucked her, her mouth open and drooling with sexual anticipation. His precum started to flow freely, greasing the groove, and filling the small elevator space with the musky smell of ejaculate and the slick wet slapping of her breasts against his cock.
Another orgasm hit her as his penis rubbed repeatedly against her nipples and she collapsed onto the floor with the strength of her own excitement. Her pussy dripped heavily, already having soaked through her her sheer panties that she was wearing and starting to drench the skirt of her dress. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her up to standing, turned her around, lifted her skirt, urgently pushed the pathetic fabric of her underwear to one side, and as he was about to plunge into her depths from behind...
DING.
Floor 81.
The light glowed and the elevator ground to a halt. Hurriedly, Jamie tucked her breasts back into her dress and wiped up the majority of her drool from them just before the elevator doors opened and a group of businessmen and women walked into the elevator. Jamie and her mystery man tucked themselves into the right back corner of the lift, Jamie standing breathless, dizzy from their sexual liaisons, and very aware of his helmet-headed cock nudging insistently at her pussy lips. His hands held on to her hips, with one thumb holding the soaked panties aside. They smiled awkwardly at the crowd, trying to keep their excitement in control while being very aware of the smell emanating throughout the elevator.
