My Payback at the Hotel Lasted All Night

I found the messages on Marcelo’s phone one ordinary Tuesday. Photos that weren’t mine, promises that didn’t belong to me, a name repeated with the tenderness he no longer used with me. I didn’t cry. I poured myself a glass of whisky, opened my planner, and sent Damián a message.

Damián was the kinesiologist who had been treating the tension in my neck for months. There had been flirting, lingering looks, that kind of awkward silence that settles between two adults who know what they want but don’t say it. I wrote only what was necessary: I need to see you tonight, not at the clinic. He replied two minutes later with the address of a hotel beside the highway.

I put on a short black dress, a black lace lingerie set underneath, and left without telling anyone. In the car, I took two swigs from the flask I kept in the glove compartment. I arrived a little drunk, a little furious, and very horny. Damián was waiting for me outside the room with a smile I had never seen before. No hello. No questions.

Before going in, I made a few rules for myself. I wasn’t going to fuck without a condom. I wasn’t going to let him put it in my ass. And I wasn’t going to suck his dick. I was going to fuck him, come a couple of times, and Marcelo could go to hell. What a fucking idiot I was.

I didn’t even manage to turn around before I felt both his hands on my waist and his hard bulge pressing between my ass cheeks. He held me firmly by the bones of my hips, and an electric current ran all the way up my back. I knew the moment had come to give myself over. And even though I was drunk and horny, my head was still working. It was only payback, I kept telling myself. Nothing but payback.

“What an ass you have, Camila,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my ear.

My entire skin prickled. Instinctively, I pressed my ass against his cock and let out a moan I hadn’t expected even from myself.

“You like it, Daddy? You’ll like it even more when I’m on all fours,” I answered, teasing him.

“I don’t have to imagine it. Today I’m going to show you. I’m going to give you so much cock that when you don’t have it inside you, you’ll miss it.”

Every word he said dripped between my legs. He began kissing my neck, nibbling my earlobe, while one hand slowly traveled down my belly and slipped between my thighs, over the lace boyshorts. When his fingers brushed my wet pussy, I lost my breath. His other hand rose to my breasts, squeezing my tits through the dress, pinching my nipples with a precision that wasn’t accidental. Damián knew exactly what he was doing.

He was taking me to the bed without my realizing it. I walked backward while he pawed at me all over. He seemed to have ten hands: my breasts, my ass, my thighs, my pussy through the fabric. And I was no longer responding. My body was thinking for itself. The miniskirt of the dress had ridden up and rolled around my waist like a belt. My ass was bare. Only the black boyshorts covered my pussy.

When I bumped into the edge of the bed, he gently pushed me down by the shoulders. I ended up face-down with my hands on the mattress, bent over, my ass in the air. What am I doing? I thought. But I stayed there, bent over and waiting.

He knelt behind me and began kissing my butt cheeks. Warm, wet, bite-lick-blow. He nibbled my cheeks until I moaned into the sheet. And suddenly, without warning, he buried his entire face in the crack of my ass and ate my pussy through my soaked boyshorts. I clenched the sheets in both fists. That was when my head began to shut down.

He sucked and licked, pulling the fabric into his mouth along with my lips while squeezing my ass cheeks. I heard a click, and suddenly the room filled with the sound of a porn movie he had turned on the television. A woman sitting on a man’s face, moaning like a madwoman. It was the second mental shove. I felt a tug in my stomach, and the words came out on their own:

“Fuck me.”

He didn’t answer. He kept sucking me harder through the panties, which were already dripping with saliva and my mixed juices. The room smelled like sex. I felt him stand up and pull down his pants. The sound of the belt, the sound of fabric hitting the floor. Fear and arousal at the same time. A fragment of my rational mind still remained.

“Put on a condom,” I begged between gasps.

“Relax, my love, I already had it ready.”

I heard the latex stretching. I felt his hands on my waist, his thumbs slipping into the elastic of the boyshorts and sliding them down. The wet fabric peeled away from my pussy with a tug that made my whole body tremble. Every sensation was magnified. Every touch struck my chest like a blow. In an animal impulse, I climbed completely onto the bed, collapsed face-down, pressed my face into the mattress, and raised my ass as high as I could. And again the words came out:

“Fuck me!”

A scream, an order, and a plea all at once. Damián took me by the waist and ran the tip of his cock over my pussy, up and down, to my asshole and back again. I knew it was thick without even seeing it. Long. He rubbed it between my lips. And I needed it inside me now. In a whorish burst of impulse, I grabbed his cock, felt it hot, hard, and heavy, and guided it myself to the entrance of my pussy. Damián let out a hoarse moan and drove into me, burying his entire cock deep inside.

I screamed with my face pressed into the sheet. I was so wet that he had no trouble getting in. I felt his balls striking my ass, felt his cock squeezed by the walls of my pussy. He stayed inside for a second, pulled all the way out, then drove it deep inside me again. And that was when he started fucking me for real. Hard. Mercilessly. He pounded into me again and again, the slap of his balls against my ass echoing through the room. I moaned like a bitch, clutching the sheets, while he roared over me like an animal. My tits had fallen out of the dress and shook with every thrust.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled his cock out of me, turned over, and knelt on the floor in front of him. I no longer remembered any of my rules. I wanted to eat that cock. I took it in both hands and finally looked at it: thick, long, hard, veined, wrapped in the condom. Without thinking twice, I took all of it into my mouth and started sucking him as if I wanted to rip it off. Damián closed his eyes, threw his head back, and let out a moan that made me squeeze my thighs together.

And in a totally whorish impulse, I pulled his cock from my mouth, yanked off the condom—it went flying through the air like a rubber band—looked him straight in the eyes, and put it back in my mouth. His bare cock. I sucked him like a woman possessed. I took his hand and brought it to the back of my head. He understood and began fucking my mouth. His cock went in so far it made me gag. I didn’t stop. I looked up at him while he drove it down my throat, feeling as if my jaw were going to split apart.

When I couldn’t take any more, I stood up, kissed him on the mouth with tongue and everything, and he tore open the buttons of my dress. I was completely naked. I threw myself onto my back on the bed, grabbed him by the neck, and pulled him on top of me. He settled between my legs and drove into me at once. Without a condom. I felt his cock enter as deep as it could go, all the way to my navel, felt it split me in two. I clung to his lips and dug my nails into his back.

My first orgasm exploded there, on my back, with his teeth in my neck. I came in gushes. I soaked his cock, his abdomen, the mattress. It poured out as if I were pissing myself, and he didn’t stop thrusting. I had come in thinking about a quick fuck, and now I didn’t want it to end ever. Damián lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders. He fucked me even harder. I was in heaven. I felt like the hottest woman in the world. He squeezed my tits, then grabbed me by the neck and tightened his grip just a little. That choking made me come again. Another gush. Another soaked mattress.

“You get so wet, Camila,” he panted over me.

“You make me this wet.”

“Who would’ve thought you were such a little slut? You look so serious.”

“Only with you.”

“Only with me what? Say it.”

“Only with you do I want to be a slut. I want to be your slut.”

“Louder. I didn’t hear you.”

“I want to be your slut! I’m your slut!”

A motor switched on inside him. He started fucking me like a machine, sawing into me, and by then I had no red lines left at all. I asked for the only thing I was still missing:

“Put it in my ass.”

“I was waiting for you to say it, little slut.”

He pulled his cock out, I turned around, and got onto all fours. I ran my fingers over my pussy until I gathered my own juices and spread them over my asshole. I inserted one finger, then another. When I expected to feel his cock, I felt his tongue. He was eating my ass. He spat, licked, slid his tongue inside me, and put two fingers in me. I couldn’t stop moaning into the pillow.

He pressed the tip of his cock against my anus and began pushing slowly. It hurt. I felt the enormous pressure, felt as if he were tearing me apart. But I wanted him inside. In a synchronized impulse, he pushed and I thrust my ass backward, and suddenly his whole cock slid in. I screamed into the sheet. Damián stayed still for a few seconds, then began moving very slowly. The pain gradually turned into pleasure. He had me impaled through the ass, and I was loving it. The mixture of alcohol and arousal had me completely lost. I began stroking my clitoris while he fucked my ass, and I came again. In gushes. I don’t know where so much could have come from. And all the while he slapped my ass, leaving my skin burning.

“I want to ride you,” I told him, panting.

He pulled his cock out of my ass, lay back, and I climbed on top of him. I dropped down onto his cock and began moving back and forth. He moaned, and I cared about only one thing: making him enjoy it with me. I lifted myself a little, squatted over him, and started dropping hard onto him. I slammed my ass down on his cock with all my strength, as if I wanted to empty his balls. On the third drop, I had my final squirting orgasm. It splashed all over him. I soaked his entire abdomen.

“Come in my mouth,” I begged.

I climbed down, knelt beside the bed, and took him into my mouth again. He tasted like me. He tasted like my pussy, my ass, and I loved it. He began stroking himself while I sucked only the tip. Suddenly he let out a muffled cry. I pulled my mouth away, opened it, stuck out my tongue, and he shot hot ropes of cum all over my face, my tongue, my hair, and one eye. I remained on my knees, mouth open, his cum running down my chin.

I looked up at him from below. His cock was still hard. As if nothing had happened. As if we were just getting started. I wanted more. He wanted more. And that night, in that hotel beside the highway, with Marcelo sleeping peacefully on the other side of the city, we still had plenty left to do.

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It was only the first act of revenge on a long list. But I’ll tell you about that next time.