Page 1 of Potent Desire

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Maddox

She dances like a working girl looking for tips. She waggles her firm, round ass in my face, spinning around, leaning forward, and pressing her mountainous tits together to give me full view of what awaits beneath the thin fabric of her see-through bra. She sinks down lower, her hands running up and down my thighs, and she licks her lips greedily.

“Do you like what you see, Baby?” she asks, leaning forward only enough to peck my lips. Her perfume stings my nostrils and her mouth tastes like an ashtray.

Tara Slater has all the makings of an excellent hooker, but I know she’s never worked a day in her life.

“More than you could imagine,” I lie, leaning back in my thin wooden chair. It’s instinctual, trying to cut myself off from the sweet stink that clouds around her. This whole situation is fitting, considering the shit motel we’re in. Not the usual luxuries I’m used to, but it serves a purpose.

“Then you’re going to love what comes next,” She bites her bottom lip, winking. Her hands cease their rubbing, and begin to work their way up to my zipper. Tara frees the length of my throbbing erection through the zip. I’m almost ashamed to have it. She’s not bad looking, with bright blue eyes and golden hair, pinned in a bun. She’s almost classy, even. But, the reasons I’m here are impure. The feeling of a woman’s touch sure does enough to arouse me, but I’m not going to pretend I want it to be Tara Slater.

I’m only here for the necklace around her neck. Rose gold, with a purple gem stuck inside. Her name’s etched into the back – a gift from her father on her 21st birthday.

She grips the base of my cock, before sucking the tip into her mouth. There’s no warning, and a yelp escapes me, through gritted teeth. Her slow bobbing back and forth intensifies to the point where her head’s moving at breakneck speed.

I grab a handful of her hair, guiding her along. My knees are weak, shaking even. If I was on my feet, I’d collapse to the ground. Another sudden spike of rapture tears through me, when her fist starts stroking me from the base to her lips. Up and down, she moves in perfect harmony, delivering excruciating pleasure.

In a different life, Tara might’ve made the perfect bang buddy. But, whatever god reigns supreme above, knows that this life, my life, is meant for one thing – being a lapdog. No time for personal pleasures, or fulfilling carnal desires; just work.

“Do you like that, Baby?” she asks.

I hate the way Baby leaves Tara’s mouth. I hate the word in general, unless talking about actual babies. Still, I answer as best I can while she works my head with her tongue. “It’s amazing.”

That’s not a lie, either, though – if it was – I’d have said it anyway.

“Well, it looks as if you’re all wet,” Tara says, getting off her knees and inching closer to me. “Guess what?”

“Go on, tell me,” I reply, running a hand up her thigh and her belly, before cupping her breast.

She lets out a moan, stepping closer, and running a hand through my hair. She leans in, pressing her lips against mine, kissing me deeply. Then her mouth runs along my cheek, down my jaw, and she nibbles my earlobe. “So am I,” she whispers, guiding the hand around her breast, and pulling it down between her legs.

I feel how soaked Tara is, through her lace panties, before I can touch her skin. She moans at my touch, thrusting herself against my fingers. I grab her ass with my free hand, firming my grip, and slide my fingers into her panties.

My hand glides over her moist, clean-shaven slit with ease. I find her delicate nub and she doesn’t hold back her bellowing. If I didn’t know how badly she wanted this, I’d reckon it was a sham, the way she’s carrying on.

It’s not long after my initial touch, that she stops me again. She’s eager and desperate for my cock. I suppose I should find it flattering, right? That a woman wants me so badly…

But how can I, knowing my reason for being here?

Tara doesn’t undress. She pulls aside the fabric covering her hole and straddles me as I sit on the chair. My manhood slides between her thighs, still soaked from her blowjob. I bite down, a guttural groan escaping from the back of my throat.

“You’re so cute when you moan like that,” Tara says.

“You’re pushing all the right buttons,” I reply.

Tara wraps her arms around my shoulders, lifting her body and letting it sink down again. The tight grip of her thighs around my shaft simulates the sensation of sex, and it’s driving me crazy. I need to hold it together – is only for a little longer. Take what I’m here for. A lot is riding on this moment, if you’ll excuse the pun.

I send my head forward, and bury it in her bosom, kissing, biting, and licking every soft inch of her skin. My hands dance up her back, unclipping the little clasp, freeing her tits from their confines. I slide my mouth over her puffy nipple and tug on it with my teeth. Tara’s hands run through my hair and she explodes in another fit of noise.

Tara’s moans are getting to me. They’re sending my head into a tailspin.

I push her off me and drop to my knees. The beds not a few meters away, but I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to finish. She looks at me from where she landed on the ground, eyeing me up and down.

“You like it rough, huh?” she asks. The devilish look in her eye, tells me she does, too.

“You don’t know the half of it.”