There on all fours on the floor, every time Kelli gasped for a deepbreath she was reminded from the ground-in cigarette smell of the carpet below that she was in a cheap downtown motel. It wasn’t the only smell infiltrating her senses however. To her dismay, every time she inhaled Kelli could also smell the scent of her own arousal hanging heavy in the air, permiating from her crotch as well as the right hand of the man standing above her who’d just manually forced her to cum. Taking a look up to try and gain her bearings, as well as get away fromthe musky stench below, Kelli’s eyes were immediatly met by the unflinching gaze of the other man, the one who’d originally propositioned her. Eventhough she could see his lips moving in the dim light, from the ringing that continued in her ears, she couldn’t quite hear what he was saying. Shaking her head side to side in an attempt to clear the cobwebs, when Kelli looked up a second time, she heard what he repeated. “Come on Lady, unzip my pants and take my dick out,” he said withcrystal cool clarity. The wetness of her release still soaking her crotch and thighs, Kellifelt her eyes water as she tried to focus them less than a foot away from the obscene protrusion in the front of the stranger’s slacks. “Go ahead,” the man started once again, once he knew he had herattention. “I know you tried your best not to look when I was squeezing your titty back at the gas station..Now you can..aint nobody here but my friend..you can stare at it for as long as you want.” And he was right. Whatever primal drive that had caused Kelli to followthe men to the motel instead of making the turn to go home had tuned into something so desperatly lacking in her otherwise ideal existence that it overrode the reservoir of common sense she’d depended on her entire life. The men could have easily robbed and raped her, killed her even, yet there she was on her knees between them, her loins continuing to spasm from her first orgasm as if sensing there would be several more to come. In the blinding light of her moral hypnosis, Kelli raised her hands offthe floor and guided them slowly towards the fly of the man’s pants. Perhaps it was her unsettled and overheated senses, but Kelli swore she could smell the aroma of the man’s arousal spreading out from the crotch of his pants, and could clearly see the erection inside it squirming like an angry snake sheathed in a sack, straining to get out. In all the years with her Husband, the times that she had ‘gone down’ onhim, he was usually already naked in bed. In all her life, Kelli couldn’t remember a situation when she actually had to perfrom the chore of unzipping a man’s pants and withdrawing his cock herself. As she knelt there on her knees in the dimly lit motel room however, Kelli Zellers was about to do just that. Her sense of reality was so distorted, it seemed to Kelli the mantowering above her must have been every bit of 12 feet tall as he stood there like a statue, his hands resting patiently on his waist as he stared down. As hard as she tried not to, Kelli felt a visceral need to look up into the man’s face and when she did, she could clearly see the unflinching look of hungry expectation in the man’s dark eyes as she reached for his zipper. She then saw the glowing smirk spread across his face the instant her fingertips came to rest on expanding bulge inside his pants. Kelli sensed she was about to cross some sort of psyhic threshold whenshe began unzipping the man’s slacks, not that she hadn’t already crossed several real ones by following them to the motel in the first place. The sheer, wanton act of working a stranger’s pants down to unleash his cock struck Kelli as an act of complete submission to the moment. Once the dick was out and in her hands, she’d have to live with… Read the rest of Casualty of Chance (part 2)
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