There on all fours on the floor, every time Kelli gasped for a deep breath she was reminded from the ground-in cigarette smell of the carpet below that she was in a cheap downtown motel. It wasn't the only smell infiltrating her senses however. To her dismay, every time she inhaled Kelli could also smell the scent of her own arousal hanging heavy in the air, permeating from her crotch as well as the right hand of the man standing above her who'd just manually forced her to cum.
Taking a look up to try and gain her bearings, as well as get away from the musky stench below, Kelli's eyes were immediately met by the unflinching gaze of the other man, the one who'd originally propositioned her. Even though she could see his lips moving in the dim light, from the ringing that continued in her ears, she couldn't quite hear what he was saying. Shaking her head side to side in an attempt to clear the cobwebs, when Kelli looked up a second time, she heard what he repeated.
"Come on Lady, unzip my pants and take my dick out," he said with crystal cool clarity.
The wetness of her release still soaking her crotch and thighs, Kelli felt her eyes water as she tried to focus them less than a foot away from the obscene protrusion in the front of the stranger's slacks.
"Go ahead," the man started once again, once he knew he had her attention. "I know you tried your best not to look when I was squeezing your titty back at the gas station..Now you can..aint nobody here but my friend..you can stare at it for as long as you want."
And he was right. Whatever primal drive that had caused Kelli to follow the men to the motel instead of making the turn to go home had tuned into something so desperately lacking in her otherwise ideal existence that it overrode the reservoir of common sense she'd depended on her entire life. The men could have easily robbed and raped her, killed her even, yet there she was on her knees between them, her loins continuing to spasm from her first orgasm as if sensing there would be several more to come.
In the blinding light of her moral hypnosis, Kelli raised her hands off the floor and guided them slowly towards the fly of the man's pants. Perhaps it was her unsettled and overheated senses, but Kelli swore she could smell the aroma of the man's arousal spreading out from the crotch of his pants, and could clearly see the erection inside it squirming like an angry snake sheathed in a sack, straining to get out.
In all the years with her Husband, the times that she had 'gone down' on him, he was usually already naked in bed. In all her life, Kelli couldn't remember a situation when she actually had to perform the chore of unzipping a man's pants and withdrawing his cock herself. As she knelt there on her knees in the dimly lit motel room however, Kelli Zellers was about to do just that.
Her sense of reality was so distorted, it seemed to Kelli the man towering above her must have been every bit of 12 feet tall as he stood there like a statue, his hands resting patiently on his waist as he stared down. As hard as she tried not to, Kelli felt a visceral need to look up into the man's face and when she did, she could clearly see the unflinching look of hungry expectation in the man's dark eyes as she reached for his zipper. She then saw the glowing smirk spread across his face the instant her fingertips came to rest on expanding bulge inside his pants.
Kelli sensed she was about to cross some sort of psychic threshold when she began unzipping the man's slacks, not that she hadn't already crossed several real ones by following them to the motel in the first place. The sheer, wanton act of working a stranger's pants down to unleash his cock struck Kelli as an act of complete submission to the moment. Once the dick was out and in her hands, she'd have to live with whatever consequences that would come.
Every myth that had ruminated in her head over a lifetime exploded into all too real clear focus before Kelli eyes as she cautiously eased her hand inside the man's pants and tried fumbling for the jerking beast inside. Even though all the studies and surveys concluded there were only subtle differences between the races when it came to endowment, in her little anecdotal corner of the world at that moment, there was no denying the weight of the penis Kelli tried clamping her fingers around was much more substantial than the one attached to the man she'd been married to for over half her life. Trying to spread her tentative fingers around the curved and straining shaft tucked tightly into the man's briefs, Kelli felt the tips of her fingers radiate and tingle all the way up to her elbow when she finally worked her right hand around it.
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A bristling sigh left Rico's throat the second he saw how intensely vivid his milk chocolate colored cock looked resting in the woman's lily white hand. Spreading his feet a little further apart, Rico kept his hands on his waist as he stared straight down, admiring the look of confusion and fascination on the married woman's face. Casting the occasional quick glance up to his friend Gerald, who was standing on the opposite side of Kelli, the two men waited with baited breath to see what the kneeling woman would do with the dick in her hand.
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Kelli wondered herself just what she'd be able to do with it. Giving her Husband the occasional blowjob had become an exercise in monotony. After all the years of being together she knew if she teased the head of his cock a little before gradually sliding her tongue up and down the shaft as she massaged his balls softly with her fingernails, that it wouldn't take long for him to either bust a nut right there or for him to push her onto her back and finish her that way when he felt slightly more enthused.
With another man's cock now hanging right in front of her face, Kelli's world suddenly filled with mystery wondering if she had the ability to satisfy something so virile, substantial, and to her, new.
It didn't take Kelli long to get some positive reinforcement from the man straddling her face. Feeling the muscles and tendons in her cheeks stretching much the same way they did when she was a child trying to stuff way too much bubblegum into her mouth, Kelli parted her lips as far as she could and folded them around the head of the man's endowment. Her eyes closed, Kelli could feel the man's knees tremble ever so slightly the instant she ran her tongue over his throbbing knob.