Rough Side

There was something seriously wrong with her, Bethany thought as she moaned, a thick cock sliding into her with little prep.The pain of having to adjust abruptly turning her on even more.

She had barely exchanged a hello with the man, yet here she was letting him rut into her. Creaming herself with every thrust of his dick, moaning at the delicious friction. He bit at her neck, rough hands pulling down the straps of her dress and gripping her breasts like he wanted to pop them.

There was no finesse, no gentleness. This was not making love, it was fucking, and Bethany was so turned on she was dripping all the way to her knees.

Just when she the pressure building inside of her was about to overwhelm her, he pulled out, turned her around and lifted her hips up. He rammed into her from behind, the scratchy motel sheets digging into her abused skin.

Just when she thought it could not get any better, he brought his hands down on her ass cheeks at the same time-hard. The pressure so great it made her very aware of every inch of him in her.

She moaned, drooling onto the sheets, but he did not stop. Ramming into her again and again, his dick pummeling the orgasm out of her, her vision whiting out. But even then he did not stop, he kept up his pace, hitting her sweet spot with every stroke and she had no choice but to come again or risk combusting. Her final climax did him in, and he came, not with a bellow, but with his teeth digging into the skin of her shoulder. Unlike what she had expected he did not collapse, instead, he took a few moments to compose himself, then he gingerly pulled out of her and stood. He pulled on his jeans and left without even sparing her a second look, just a small smack on the ass before he headed out.

Long after the door closed, Bethany lay where she was, breathing hard, a dopey smile on her face. The ladies at the country club had been right. Men from the rough side of town were absolute beasts in the sack.