I woke up thinking last night had to have been a dream since I'd started my day pining for my runaway girlfriend, and somehow ended the day not even thinking about her but instead thinking about the huge black cock from a guy aptly named Tree. Yep dream for sure, except as I struggled to wake from it I heard moaning that could wake up my Grandpa Ebert and he has been dead for ten years. Another dream, I assume, but then my bed was shaking from the force of what was occurring from behind the wall near my pillowed head.
"You like that you little slut, you like my dick in your ass!" The invisible manly voice yelled.
"Si Poppi, si. Fuck me Poppi!" She replied accordingly.
I tried to push my head closer to the wall and that's when I yelped in pain and realized last night wasn't a dream as my ass was feeling like hellfire. What was so unexpected last night and what had caused me so much pleasure was now causing me considerable discomfort and I decided where I rested was just fine and I continued to listen through the wall.
"Your ass is so tight, you're a good little bitch, you want my cum? Do you want my cum?"
"Si Poppi, si I'm a cumslut, I'm a cum whore, I need your cum Poppi, on my face Poppi!" Now my Spanish is a bit rusty but she certainly appeared to be a very agreeable woman.
My own cock which has considerable length and girth decided to fully wake up before the rest of me and I felt a tender ache under the hardon from having cum so much last night. In fact it was the most I had ever cum in one day before. Each time took longer but to my old one shot wonder ways I couldn't understand now why I ever didn't strive for more. Each orgasm had a little less coming out but the pleasure of each one was stronger than the last. Especially the one I had with Tree.
Don't get me wrong, I still love pussy and was eager to get at the Latina on the other side of the wall if truth be told but at the same time I was thinking of Tree and would I experience that again. As much as I hurt, there was something to be said for being so full and whatever button got pushed inside me had me beside myself. Before he was done with his fucking I was talking much like the Latina across the way, but that wasn't me really, right?
"Yeah then be my cum slut bitch. Get ready for it," he was kind enough to announce.
"Si Poppi, fuck me, give me your cum!"
"Arrgh. Yeah, her it comes, give me your face," he yelled as I heard mad scrambling for her to oblige.
"Come on my face Poppi!"
"Oh fuck, yeah, take it slut, take it, I'm oh fuck, oh yeah, aaaaaaarrrghhh! Fuck yeah, take that cum! Aaaaargh."
"Oh, I'm going to cum too Poppi, ayi, ayi, ayiiiiii!"
I was liking her more all the time but I was surprised she came just from him coming on her face and wondered how do you get to that point and would I ever experience anything like that, and realized I wasn't sure which side I was eager to experience it from and then the last thing I realized was there was an amazing mouth on my cock.
"Good morning stud," Ashley said.
"Less talking please," I was quick to retort. She went back at it. Did I mention Ashley? She's the Tranny I thought was a woman who lured me into a glory hole booth where another Tranny I thought was a woman held my cock hostage while they introduced me and my ass to a giant black man named Tree. Good times.
Now as Ashley worked the soreness out of my hardon for me a thousand questions came to mind, like why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle, and why are elderly people called "old people" but children aren't called "new people"? But those questions had been around since prior to last night. My newer questions were if Ashley was being so kind as to take care of my burning need inspired by the strong man and agreeable Latina next door then was I expected to return the favor?
My moment with Tree was one thing and receiving oral from someone, I'm not going to lie I consider a woman despite her appendage matching mine, well almost matching mine, was another thing still but for me to do my manly duties for her would make me less than manly right? I was thinking she sensed my plight because she removed herself from me and knocked on the wall above the bed.
"Maria, come. Don't wash!" Isn't that just like Ashley, saying stuff I don't understand.
Before I could figure her intentions my more pressing question came to mind so I asked, "Where am I?"
"In Tree's hotel, it's adjacent to his sex shop," she said and made again with her mouth on me.
I wondered how Tree could afford so much but then didn't wonder as much anymore as a nude figure who I assumed was Maria appeared in a doorway to the motel room I didn't know until just now I was in. My first instinct was to cover myself and push Ashley away but when I saw that Maria entered the room she was butt naked I figured who was I to bashful?
Now Maria was not what I expected from what I had heard through the walls. Maria was indeed Latina but she was thin and statuesque and had a body that could grace any beer poster around with the one exception that Maria had dangling from her crotch, a huge monster cock. It was not even hard but the weight of it and the swing as she moved showed that the word immense had use in the English vocabulary.
I'd never won a staring contest in my life but if that were to occur now I know I'd finally become the world champion. Ashley appeared to take note.
"He got so much harder in my mouth, I think we have a size queen," she said and mouthed up on my hard cock before I could rebuttal,
"Who cares about size, I just care they all cum," Maria countered and moved in to watch.
Did I mention that on top of Maria's makeup she was wearing an immense load of cum on her face? Some dangerously near an eye had smeared her mascara. I don't know who the masculine man with Maria earlier was but I surmised it could be Jackson Pollock. Maria noticed my noticing and swiped some of Pollock's art off her face and licked her fingers clean of it. Ashley spoke to my observation.
"He's ready," she understated.
Maria leaped in and Ashley backed off my dick and tugged nice and hard.
