Use My Mouth, Then My Cunt

Gia was already on her knees when the hotel door shut.

Forty. Rhys was thirty-eight and still in his wedding-guest suit, tie wrecked, cock hard because she had talked him into this in the taxi and then told him the rules. Hard. Her mouth first. Then her cunt. He could pull her hair. He stopped if she tapped out.

"Do it," she said. "Don't be sweet."

He got his cock out and fed it to her. She sucked him messy, spit on her chin, eyes up. He held her hair and fucked her mouth until she gagged and tapped, and he eased off, and she pulled him back in.

"Enough," she said. "Bed. I want it rough."

He put her on her stomach, pulled her hips up, and pushed in hard. Gia moaned into the duvet. He fucked her like the month of polite dates had been foreplay, a hand in her hair, the other rubbing her clit. She came crying out. He came inside her, hips flush, swearing. Then he turned her over and licked her until she came again, because rough did not mean finished.

"Shower," she said. "Then you can hold my wrists and do it slower. I still want it mean."

The shower was not slower. Gia put her hands on the tile and told him to hold her wrists behind her and fuck her mean. Rhys did, careful with the hold, filthy with the rest. She came with water in her mouth from laughing. He came on her arse and rubbed it in because she said to.

In the bed he tied her wrists with his tie, loose enough to slip, tight enough to feel. She tested it and nodded. He fucked her face to face, slow and deep, and made her ask for harder. She asked. He gave it. She came with the tie creaking. He came inside her and undid the knot before he did anything else.

"Again tomorrow," she said. "I still want it mean. I also want breakfast."

"I can do both," he said.

"I can do mean," he said.

Gia put her hands on the shower tile and told Rhys to hold her wrists and fuck her mean. He did. She came laughing. He came on her arse and rubbed it in because she asked. In the bed he tied her wrists with his tie, loose enough to slip. She tested it and nodded. He fucked her face to face, deep, and made her ask for harder. She asked. She came with the tie creaking. He undid it before anything else and kissed her wrists. "Breakfast," she said. "And mean again tomorrow." "I can do both," he said, and proved the mean part once more before they slept.

Rhys kept the tie. Gia put her wrists out in the morning and he bound them in front and fucked her on her side, one leg up, mean and slow until she asked for harder. He gave it. She came with her face in the pillow. He came on her stomach and rubbed it in with the silk, then undid the knot and checked her hands. "Breakfast," she said. "You promised." He ordered it. They ate in bed. She sucked the salt off his thumb and then his cock, and he fucked her mouth until she tapped, eased off, and came when she pulled him back in.

"Tomorrow," she said, wiping her mouth. "Mean, and eggs." "Both," he said. She believed him. The tie went in her bag. She was already planning the wrists.

Gia kept the tie in her bag and used it on Saturday without asking him to be gentle. Rhys bound her wrists to the headboard, checked the knot, and fucked her mouth first, then her cunt, hard, a hand on her throat that did not squeeze. She came crying out. He came inside her and undid the silk before he kissed her. In the shower she dropped to her knees and sucked him hard again, and he fucked her against the tile until her legs shook. Breakfast was late. She ate his eggs and told him tomorrow would be meaner. He said he would bring a second tie. She said good, and meant the wrists and the eggs.

Sunday was the second tie. Rhys bound Gia's wrists and one ankle and fucked her while she tested the hold and found it good. She came twice, loud, and told him to finish in her mouth. He did. She swallowed and made him undo every knot before she would kiss him. Eggs after. She sat on his cock at the table, robe open, and rode him until the eggs were cold and she had come again. He came with his face in her neck. She said mean and breakfast was the whole religion. He said he was a convert. The ties lived in the drawer by the bed.

Gia brought the second tie herself. Rhys bound her wrists and ankles, checked every knot, and fucked her mouth until she tapped, then her cunt until she came, then her mouth again when she asked. She swallowed. He undid her and kissed the marks. Breakfast was eggs and his cock in her under the table, her robe open, his hand in her hair. She came with a piece of toast in her hand and laughed. He came on her tits. She said the religion was intact. He said he would tithe daily. The ties stayed in the drawer. Her wrists looked well used. She was pleased.

They did it again before they slept, slower and filthier, and neither of them pretended the night had been an accident. The door stayed locked. The want did not. She kissed him once more and kept him there.