'Now my cunt belongs to you.'
It was the first thing she’d said to me – the only time I heard her voice. I looked up into her eyes and wiped her cum from my lips. She clung to the top of the door, arms above her head, shirt unbuttoned, skirt pulled up. She smiled at me and pushed her hips into my face. I crushed her ass in my hands and pulled her back into my mouth.
We’d met in real life for the first time just a few minutes before, in the bar of the Russell Hotel, after messaging for about a month, confessing every fucked-up and twisted little fetish that lurked in our hearts. We’d fucked each other a hundred times with nothing but our words. Although I knew her body from her photos, I didn’t know her name and I’d never seen her face. She knew nothing about me either. But somehow we recognised each other instantly as I walked into the bar. She stood up to greet me. I meant to kiss her cheek, as I might an old friend, but I found her lips instead. That kiss almost killed me. I grabbed her by the hand and led her out of the bar. She pushed me into a bathroom, took me to the last stall and pulled me inside. The door swung closed behind us.
‘Now my cunt belongs to you.’ Those words drilled into me. I stood up and she swung her legs around my waist and pulled me in close. I put my fingers in her mouth. She bit down hard as I filled her up, and the pain only made it better. Her cunt was hot and tight and the urgent animal inside me was going to break everything in sight. But then others came in, men talking loudly on just the other side of the door. We went still for a moment, trying not to laugh, but we couldn’t wait for them to leave, nothing was going to stop us now. I pushed in deeper and felt her cunt contract around me as she came. She cried out loud as I looked into her eyes. The guys taking a piss fell silent. I fucked her slowly then, with those men so close. They stayed to listen and we just didn’t care.
We never spoke as we left the hotel. We stood on the street at the foot of the steps surrounded by London’s never-ending chaos. We didn’t say goodbye – closure wasn’t needed. For that brief encounter we were animals rutting in the dust. ‘Now my cunt belongs to you.’ The only thing she’d said to me. The only thing I needed to hear. |
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