Surprise for Nell SeXStoRY

Sean stirred. Something dragged him from a dream; slightly frightening, where many voices clamoured at him... all demanding something but he just couldn’t quite hear any one of them. He rolled over and opened his eyes in relief. 4:13 glowed greenly in mid air beside him. It was hot. He shook himself properly awake and groped for his glasses on the table. The anonymous hotel room swam into slight focus. It was dark behind the heavy curtains. Damn... there has to be something wrong with this air con. He sat up. There - across the room, the tiny light on the control panel. Kicking free of the damp sheets he felt the sweat run down his back. He squinted at the panel – 27 degrees! That’s too hot... quiet pips sounded as he ran the thermostat down to 22. There... that should do it. Sighing he wandered into the antiseptic bathroom and pissed meditatively for long moments. He scratched at his short beard and released a whiff of Nell’s sweet pussy. He smiled to himself. They had arrived at the hotel and fallen upon one another like starved wastrels. He wasn’t exactly sure what the hell was going on between them. One minute she had been his hard-nosed, ambitious boss – familiar and predictable through every crisis. Then one day a crack had appeared in the armour and somehow she had needed him. Was that all it took? He unconsciously stroked his beard again, inhaling her delicious scent. He had stood firm for her for once, after all the backing she had done for him. He had been the man of the moment and the result had been a fire lit between them that seemed impossible to put out. It was neither practical nor smart – but they couldn’t stay away from one another. He would never have suspected that such a wild little nymph would emerge from beneath the calm waters of her corporate persona... and now she was like a craving he couldn’t shake. He walked back into the bedroom. Yep, that air con was doing its job. His skin prickled pleasurably in the cooling air and he stood at the small sink and drank a glass of water, rolling the empty glass across his hot face afterwards. Turning back to the bed his gaze snagged on his boss. She lay there, naked, deeply asl**p, sprawled diagonally on her back, with her insane hair fanned out across the pillow, hanging over the edge. He felt the air drop another couple of degrees and as he watched her, her dark nipples tightened on her small breasts, drawing up into those surprising peaks that his mouth was always so hungry for. His cock felt bruised and over-used already. He had fucked her and played with her for hours tonight, coming four times in amongst her many, many comings. God knew he didn’t need any more tonight (or this morning...) but as he watched those big nipples harden, and slipped his gaze down the golden skin of her belly, to the dark triangle below, he felt his poor, battered shaft stir and rise. Her legs were slightly open, but in the dense darkness he could see no more than the shadow created by her neat little thatch of glossy, black hair. His pulse quickened and he wrestled with sensible thoughts for a moment ... it’s four o’clock! Go back to sl**p you fool... It didn’t work. Stealthily he dr**ed a lamp in a t shirt and switched it on. Nell didn’t stir as the light fell across her. He climbed onto the bed and looked closely into her face. Nose to nose, close enough to see which of her freckles were in front of the others, he inhaled her sl**ping breath and waited for her to wake. Her eyes stayed motionless behind those fragile lids and her breath sighed in and out of her, deep and regular. She was asl**p alright. Lightly kissing her mouth, Sean crawled down over her until he could look between her legs. The c***dish freedom that was between them in bed always thrilled him. He could do anything with her, to her... she was his willing playmate in all matters. He didn’t have to consider for a moment, for example, whether or not this scrutiny, while she was so oblivious, might upset her. That was not how she worked. She was like a little moral holiday... do anything... let’s try everything... I want to do this... She was free, this one. Strangely free. It made him feel a little d***k whenever they were alone... the intoxicating knowledge that he could, if time and place (privacy) permitted, do anything he wanted with her. It made his mouth actually water sometimes. It cut both ways, of course. She expected to be able to do anything she wanted with him as well. She was very horny and brave and he had enjoyed some crazy times in odd places while he let her have her way. Very hot and sometimes scary. There was a car park stairwell that sprang to mind... Now he looked without scruple at her sweet little pussy. It was swollen from the night’s ravishing, the clit still bulging through reddened lips. Her secret parts were dusky... purple and deep pink. Different from white girls with their insipid colouring. He shouldn’t think like that – his lovely wife was a white girl. But this one gave him a jolt of jungle fever whenever he encountered her exotic colouring in private places. Her nipples were like chocolate. With gentle fingers he pushed her puss open and the deep pink interior gleamed with wetness. He could not resist placing his mouth, his eager tongue, his whole face, up against her, licking her slowly and inhaling that musk again – getting a fresh dose in his beard, no doubt. Her legs twitched and a sigh escaped her, but when he looked up at her face again she was still sl**ping. He licked her for a few moments, gently and slowly. Running his tongue down the length of her slit and delving a little into her tight cunt, swollen almost closed. She shifted slightly and a quiet moan could barely be heard over the air con. He waited for her hands to find his head, for her demands to start asserting themselves, but she stayed soundly asl**p. By now he was hard. Seriously hard with the kind of desperation that only the fifth erection of the night could give a man. His cock seemed larger than ever, stretching high up his belly and weeping clear drops from the engorged head. He gave it a squeeze and cupped his poor godforsaken balls for a moment. He should be utterly spent, but here he was; fire raging with desperate need again. This minx, this crazy girl who seemed to be able to hide her true nature calmly and completely from everyone (hell, she had hidden it from him for years!) touched some kind of chord in him, some kind of addictive brain receptor. He could not turn away from her and he wondered, idly, if the day would truly come when she wished him well and disappeared from his life. Adrenalin tingled through his limbs at the thought and he knelt over her and pressed the glistening head of his hard cock to that impossibly small spot, swollen so tight that the tip of his tongue had barely fit. He watched her face avidly, his own flushed and tense. He pushed at the spot where he was always so welcome, and... the resistance yielded to him, the tightness gave way. She was wet and slippery, aroused by his tongue, and his shaft was warmly and firmly gripped inside her. As he pushed his cock deeply into his sl**ping boss, her dark eyes, always full of suggestion and mischief when they were alone together, opened. There was a second of pure, unknowing a****l pleasure, when he knew that it could have been anyone touching her thus – anyone putting their cock into her hungry body, and then she was aware it was him and delight lit her up, made her arch and groan and wrap her legs around him, drawing his juice-smeared face down to be kissed. And he was lost, again, sunk deep in a sea of crazy, forbidden pleasure.