I was fresh out of college, my curves still tight and youthful, my ass perfectly encased in a pair of size 5 jeans. The lace of my thong peeked out just enough to tease, and my high heels clicked with each step I took. I was the definition of sexy, or so I'd been told. Fernando, an executive twice my age, worked in the same building. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and one rainy day, he offered me a ride home. One thing led to another, and now we were fucking two, three times a week in a seedy motel.
Today was one of those days. The rain poured down in sheets, and the city was a blur of neon and water. We stopped at a bakery, the warm scent of bread and pastries filling the air. I took my time, browsing the shelves, my blouse hanging open just enough to display my perky size B tits to the clerk. I knew I looked good, and I loved the attention. The guy behind me in line was enjoying the view of my ass bent over, and I couldn't help but smirk.
Then I saw Fernando. He was standing by the door, his eyes dark with desire. He knew exactly what I was doing, and it turned him on just as much as it turned me on. I sauntered back to the car, my hips swaying, and as soon as we were inside, I leaned over him, my ass displayed to the public transport buses passing by. I unzipped his pants and took his cock in my mouth, sucking him off as we drove to the motel.
I didn't let go of his cock even as we pulled up to the motel. I said hi to the cashier, my hand still working Fernando's dick, and I could see the man's eyes widen in shock and arousal. We stumbled into the room, and Fernando pinned me to the wall, his hands braced against the wall on either side of my head. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, his cock sliding into my pussy with ease.
"You looked so hot in there," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Bent over like that, showing off your ass to everyone."
I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. "You liked that, didn't you?" I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. "You liked seeing me like that, knowing that I was yours."
He fucked me hard against the wall, his cock pounding into me with a force that left me breathless. I could feel my orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly. "Fuck, Fernando," I gasped, my head falling back against the wall. "Fuck me harder."
He obliged, his hips slamming into mine with a force that shook the entire room. I came with a cry, my pussy clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure washed over me. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I rolled over to face him, a smirk playing on my lips. "So," I said, my fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "When do we do this again?"
He chuckled, his hand coming up to cup my breast. "As often as you want, baby," he said. "As often as you want."
And I knew that I would take him up on that offer. Again and again and again.