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Tourettial Lovin



I started with such control and ended up having one of those orgasms that give you Tourette’s of both the mouth and face. It was all because I watched her beautiful face as I drove her, and nothing like Miss Daisy. I know that there is no possible way my “OH face” could have been nearly as beautiful as hers, but like Tourette’s, it was out of my control.

I had one of those raging alcohol induced hardons, and I wanted to exact some sweet revenge for her teasing me all night while we were out for one of our only once-in-a-blue moon weekends. We were kid and fancy-free and decided to make it a weekend of drinking, dancing, and bar hopping at the Hard Rock Casino. No drive, no fuss with a suite in the Hotel, room service, and plenty of options at our disposal, plus whoever gets kicked out of a Casino more than once?

I’d love to be able to fill you in on all the boring details of that first night, but I have to admit that I lost all those details in the drunken haze and blacked out the majority of the night, and can only recall our down and dirty lovin. We danced and sweat off enough of the booze to still be able to perform like porn starts for a minute, and thankfully that reel is still fresh and free for the reliving.

When she decided to drag my ass off the dance floor and up to our room, we were lucky that we weren’t arrested to public indecency for our elevator and hallway antics outside our suite. She was grabby as a mother fucker ever since she realized how hard she made my cock while grinding on the dance floor. The only reason we decided to go to our room was because the dancing got too much of a tease and the clothes a hindrance. She pretty much walked me off the dance floor via my cock through my pants instead of my hand and when the elevator doors closed, her hands were in my pants and I had to restrain her because we weren’t the only ones in there. She didn’t care and pleaded for me to let her suck my cock right there, while the other people in there with us just nodded their heads yes and started to pull out their phones to video. I wasn’t quite ready for YouTube yet and managed to talk her down, well, at least until we reached the door to our suite.

While I fumbled with the key card, she wedged herself between the door and I and dropped to her knees and had my cock out and in her mouth which sure didn’t make opening the door any easier. Instead, I looked side to side and succumbed to her feminine wiles. I eventually got the key card ready and was prepared to use it until she sucked me brain dead. I found myself driving deep to the back of her throat until I noticed that her head was knocking against the door and stopped thrusting. When I stopped she removed her hand from my cock and put both of her hands on my ass to pull me deeper because she didn’t want me to stop. Let us just say that she was saved by the bell of the elevator from certain decapitation, and just as she was tasting pre-cum, I was pulling her to her feet and through the door, barely in time to avoid the large group of people getting off the elevator.

It was my turn and I could already tell that my cock was up for the challenge. He was monstrously hard as I picked her up and carried her to the bed with no hands. She peeled off her sweat-soaked top just before I threw her onto the bed, and while I performed a corny little strip tease, she too ripped her remaining clothes off and bit into her lip with a hungry look in her eyes. As I was freeing my cock the rest of the way she laid back and spread her thighs and patted her clit like a bag of cat nip with the look on her face that told me I’d better hurry. Not wanting to miss anything, I literally jumped out of my shoes, briefs, and pants to have a front-row seat. The way her brows wrinkled and her mouth hung agape as her finger rolled over her clit told me that she was ready for me. I used my feet to remove my socks as my face descended between her thighs and my mouth closed around her hard little nub. I could taste the blood under the surface of her skin because she was already swollen and super sensitive. Her juices had already welled up at the threshold and were ready to spill out when I put my fingers at her opening. I wanted to take my time but she wasn’t hearing it and soon pulled me up by my hair and demanded “fuck me now”, and didn’t wait for me to comply as she found my cock to guide it in. I didn’t dare deny her, and I rammed her hard, once again slamming her head into wood.

“YES!!!” And as I paused to pull her back down, impaling her hard against me, she pleaded, “Please don’t stop,” which told me she was too close for me to play my games, and I tried to talk her down by asking her to hold it off just a little bit longer. “I can’t,” she tried with all her might to stay it off. Her face screamed in agony for release as her straining face warned me of the inevitable. My strokes were long but deep and firm, and every time I bottomed out inside her, I could tell that her shields were weakening and the look on her face yelled “mother fucker, how can you expect me to hold it off when you are hitting it like that?” It was like I was pumping her up, and she was going to explode, and as I did, she got more and more irresistible as her features plumped up, her breathing labored, and her eyes begged and pleaded until they were just two flashing warning signs. By driving her out of her fucking mind, I too lost mine. It was just too exciting to maintain control any longer, and I too became manic, and as soon as she mouthed “I’m coming”, I went all kinds of Tourette’s on her. I didn’t even recognize myself, nor could I help it as I screamed profanities and made faces that you only see in the WWF. When we finally stopped convulsing, we both just lay there with one of our hands covering our hearts and the other one rubbing our heads like we had just been dropped from the mother ship after being probed and tested on. When we gained our breath back, we echoed, “I love you,” and quickly just passed out.

I woke a few hours later with her curled up tight next to me for my warmth and I kissed her Zombie drooling ass and pulled the covers over us. We slept late the next morning and planned on partying the weekend away like rock stars until we both realized our age and decided to spend the rest of the weekend rotating between the pool and our bed, ordering in and just recovering with a spattering of domestic loving thrown in. 

Happy Hump Day!!

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