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  BANGING MY HOT BOYFRIEND

  By Tory Mynx

  Copyright 2017 by Tory Mynx

  AE PUBLICATIONS

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

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  This story is written for adults only. It contains explicit, graphic sex and language. It is for ages 18 and older only and all character are over 18 years of age. Thank you.

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  BANGING MY HOT BOYFRIEND

  ALSO BY TORY MYNX

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  BANGING MY HOT BOYFRIEND

  It’s rare when you find a man who can make you smile, laugh and have incredible orgasms. I’ve got just such a man. Not only does he have an incredibly tight butt from years of physical activity, he’s nice to look at from the front too. And the very best thing about him is that he aims to please. So he won’t cum unless I have, at least a few times first. He gets off in getting me off. He takes pride in making me groan and squeal in delight. He’s perfect, he’s hot, and thank God, he is one horny son of a bitch! I am a very lucky girl.

  Now typically I’m not a huge drinker, but there are a few occasions where I prefer to be plowed. And Las Vegas is the top of the list. The evening started with two appletinis before dinner. A very nice bottle of red wine with dinner. Amaretto with dessert. And on the way back to the room I picked up a bottle of Jack and a pack of cards for strip Go Fish. I was WAY too smashed for poker.

  People often laugh at you when you’re drunk. We all know it. What we don’t always recognize (cuz we’re drunk, duh) is how they’re laughing. Is it in a way that they feel sorry for you? They are embarrassed? They think it’s sad? Or are they really enjoying the evening right along with you? Not only can my man laugh right along with me almost every time but he knows just what I’ll go for when I’m drunk and my inhibitions have left the building. Right along with Elvis.

  Now, I’m not a prude but I will admit that some things get me embarrassed. There are certain things that I enjoy in bed and there are those that I really enjoy but will only consider with the right amount of alcohol. For example, everyone enjoys having your asshole rubbed, but don’t even think about that when I’m sober. It will get a “whoa, where do you think you’re goin’ mister?” However, with enough booze, I’ll not only let him finger my hole, I’ll tell him just how to do it!

  Tonight was gonna be one of those nights where not only would I go places I rarely go, but I was gonna go there multiple times in multiple ways.

  The hotel suite was incredible. The front desk clerk saw it in my face and my blouse that had already lost the two top buttons that I was ready for more than I would be on most nights. She clearly also thought my taste in men was on the mark and she decided to give my husband a night he would not soon forget. She upgraded us without saying more than “I think you’ll like it.” The two-story suite was twice the size of our first house and had a view of the strip you only see in movies. I was drunk but not too drunk to appreciate where we were and what this room needed to be used for. I went straight to the full size jacuzzi tub and started to run the water.

  My top buttons had been lost somewhere over dinner as I was teasing my husband about how I was gonna ring my pussy with crushed jolly rancher candies like my appletinis had been. Sometimes when my double D’s get too excited, I can actually launch buttons. Oops. Oh well, having the top of my bra showing wasn’t my intention but that probably got him more worked up than anything I could have said anyway, especially in my slightly slurred state.

  My skin tight jeans were already soaking wet from looking at him during the cab ride back and thinking about all the nasty things he’d do to me after given free reign over my body. I bent over at the waist to turn the water off and he drank straight from the bottle of Jack and watched me with a smirk on his face. He wasn’t as drunk as I was yet but he didn’t mind. He liked the show.

  I slid out of my fuck-me pumps and slipped around the corner out of view. No woman is graceful taking off wet jeans. No need to show him that and break the mood. I mussed my hair a bit and came around the corner, pretending to completely ignore him. I stood there in my half open blouse and black g-string panties checking the water in the hot tub. I took my wet fingertips and ran them from my chin to my breasts, arching my neck and back as I did so. He took another drink from the bottle without taking his eyes off me. Yep, it was working.

  I slowly began to undo the few buttons that remained on my blouse and then went to the sink to get a few washcloths for the tub. My black bra and panties teasing him out from under my blouse hanging from my shoulders. I turned my back to him and let the blouse fall to the ground. Then I slowly unhooked my bra and let that fall as well. Then I bent over, straight legged at the waist and slowly slid down my black g-string. I heard a gasp and another long pull from the whiskey bottle. I smiled to myself as I slowly slipped into the tub. Now a woman’s wet body is one thing but a woman who is deliberately trying to turn on her man while pretending she’s not is a whole other thing. Of course, I wasn’t fooling him but he likes a show now and again too. I began to soap my arms, legs, breasts, belly and crotch, deliberately lingering in certain places longer than others. I put the soap down, turned slightly so my ass was in his full view and began to rub from my cheek to my pussy, back and forth. Before long I was in need of some release.

  I turned on the jets on low and put my asshole directly in front of the water. I stuck my fingers inside myself as I did so and gasped aloud. I heard a curse word from across the room and knew that he was enjoying this almost as much as I was. Within a few minutes I was rocking back and forth and knew I needed more. I stuck another finger inside myself as I turned the jets on higher. My ass instinctively pulled away but my drunken horniness took over. I pulled my hand out of my wonderful warmth and put one hand on each side of the tub. Then I positioned my asshole right in front of the jet and held it there while I let out a slight scream. I needed more! I learned forward and the jet hit square on my sweet spot. God! It’s amazing what some air under water can do but fuck me, it’s good! More, I needed more. I again leaned forward and this time the jet shifted to my clit. Ooh shit. That hurt in a good way. I turned the jet back down again and aimed it right at my clit. It was better than my vibrator and it was not gonna stop until I made it. I turned the jet back up in speed again and started moving from clit to pussy to ass back and forth, stopping at each one long enough to get me so close to cumming but constantly moving for as long as I could take it.

  All of a sudden, the jet moved up even higher in speed. I opened my eyes and saw that he wanted me to get there. He was coming in and taking charge and that was all I needed. I spread my legs wide, straddled the jet and lost it all over the pounding river of water. As I wriggled and shook and screamed, he just smirked. Fuck, that turned me on even more.

  “I need some Jack.” I grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him, hard. He pulled back, smirked and was naked before I knew what happened. His rock hard cock standing at attention. Fuck I needed that! He slipped into the tub, positioned himself over me, looked at me, smiled and kissed me slowly at first. It’s one thing to have a romantic kiss that can make you weak in the knees. It’s another when all the while his raging hard cock is poking into your midsection. I reached up to re-position it and he g
asped aloud when I touched him. Oh. So you like that do you. I began to slowly stroke it while he leaned over me and kissed me. He began moving to my neck and my breasts, all the while I was wiggling underneath him and stroking what would soon be the key to my happiness. I pushed him back and reminded him we had all night.

  Then, I slipped my hands between my legs and rubbed myself. I knew that was one of his favorite things and since I enjoyed it too, I may as well use that to my advantage. I closed my eyes again and began to rub my clit with one hand and fuck myself with the other. I was getting close to the edge when I felt his mouth on my breast. I opened my eyes and smirked. It wasn’t what I was expecting but this would work. Then, someone else was touching me, rubbing me, pumping me. Oh God. He was working me with one hand and himself with the other. Slowly, so as not to go too far too fast but enough that I needed it and badly. I begged him to fuck me. To be in me. To fill me with his gorgeous cock. He laughed and told me to take a drink and relax. We had time. He didn’t understand. I didn’t have time. I was gonna cum and soon and I wanted it to be thanks to his rock hard dick pounding me into oblivion.

  I had to get some release. I turned the jets back on and he got the idea. He pushed me against the side of the tub so the jet was pounding my asshole while he fucked me with his free hand and kissed me hard with his tongue owning my throat. I couldn’t quite scream but the shivering of my body told him I had found that wonderful release. He pushed his hand way up in me one last time to make me cum even more (he’s learned that sometimes I am not done and that is the best way to check) and then slipped it out so slowly that by the time his fingertips were again visible I was again horny and in need of even more fucking.

  He was not about to have all the fun. I pushed him back against the tub and started stroking his shaft. The jets were still on and tickling his ass which seemed to be helping get him going. He closed his eyes. Here we go. I couldn’t suck on his dick while in the tub, so instead, I shifted myself around and straddled him. My ass was touching his cock. I had sat myself too high on purpose to try to tease him a bit for not fucking me sooner. I ran his cock up and down my crack and leaned forward from time to time to let him nibble on my nipple and feel my wetness up against his shaft. When I got too close I would lift up and off of him, reach for the bottle and give each of us a swig; giving my pussy the short break it needed to come back from the edge just slightly.

  Apparently, he was close to the edge too because as I was putting the bottle down, I felt two hands on my sides and he placed me down directly on his dick. Barely a hint of resistance was felt. My eyes widened, I gasped, and I tried to figure out what had just happened. Then it clicked. Game on. I began to slowly bounce up and down, getting higher and higher out of the tub and coming down faster and faster.

  The water just gets in the way and gets loud and everywhere once you really get down to business, so as I was straddling above him at the point where his cock was barely in me, he lifted me off, flipped me over to my knees, so my ass was nowhere in the water, only my breasts were hanging low enough to be getting wet and he plunged into me from behind. Fuck! Faster and faster he went. He was ready to cum and there was no stopping him now and I was ready to be fucked like every girl secretly wants to be.

  He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and made me yell. He knew I liked it rough. He pulled my hair which arched my back, allowing him to fuck me even deeper. Oh yes! He grabbed my hair in one hand and placed his other hand on my ass with his thumb on my asshole. Fuck yes! He pushed his thumb in just a little. I began to buck in response. That was exactly what he was going for. He continued to pound my pussy so hard that I thought I would break in two. It was fucking incredible! Just when I got into a nice hard rhythm and thought I would cum, he would adjust his thumb into my asshole just enough that I would wriggle around and buck and work against it but secretly I loved it. I wanted him to fuck both my holes and make me his bitch! God! Yes! YES! Pound me, fuck me, FUCK ME! He was controlling my hips and I was just along for the ride.

  He let go of my hair, removed his thumb, and placed both hands on my shoulders. Oh fuck, here we go. He pulled them back and rammed himself fully into me. GOD! SHIT! YES! He was in control now and he was well past the point of stopping. He reached his hands around my breasts, grabbed them tight and again pulled my body completely into him, forcing him completely into me. SHIT! Then he returned his hands to my shoulders and pulled them back, once, twice, three times. On the third time I heard a soft grunt and he held my pussy there while he shivered just a bit. GOD! His cock shivering inside me sent me again into climax. Fuck! We both fell into the tub with a sigh and a laugh. He picked up the bottle, took a swig and handed it to me. I looked at him with questioning eyes. He chuckled and explained that the suite was way too big not to have sex in every room. Now that we had a nice bath, it was time to get to business. Fuck, I love this man! I took a swig and said a silent prayer of thanks for my husband who was not only great in bed but couldn’t get enough.

  The tub was a nice start but this suite was too incredible to be happy with just getting off in the jacuzzi. We dried off and headed downstairs to drink a few more cocktails. Both wearing the bathrobes that were in the massive walk in closet, we opened one of the better bottles of wine available in the dining room and sat on the couch drinking, laughing and talking.

  Pretty soon I was getting that tingling feeling from between my legs. I was ready to go again. I shifted my weight slightly so my robe opened wider to the right, exposing most of my breast. It took a minute to get his attention but soon I found he was still talking but his eyes were locked on the tip of my nipple that was peeking out from under the white terry cloth. I shifted again so that the robe opened even wider and started circling the rim of my wine glass with my index finger. My glass was poised just between my exposed breasts. He was still talking but his was fluency fading. I slipped my free hand around my breast and began softly rubbing circles on my nipple. Then, I pinched the tip and let out a soft moan. He stopped talking but was still watching intently. I leaned back into the couch and lifted my right leg up so my heel was just under my buttocks, giving him a full frontal view of my pussy that was beginning to shimmer with wetness.

  I downed the rest of my wine, set the glass on the end table next to me and began rubbing both breasts with a little more force. That’s better. I was watching him watching me. He was getting hard beneath his robe and he shifted his weight to as to give it some room. I kept one hand on my breast and moved the other between my legs. I started rubbing slowly and softly at first deliberately trying to get him all worked up. He leaned back into the couch across from mine and let his robe fall open. His gorgeous cock was standing at attention and it was all I could do from jumping on it. He was teasing me too. I closed my eyes and began to let my hand explore between my legs. I wanted his cock inside me but I didn’t want the evening to end too quickly so I did my best to satisfy my needs myself. I used one hand to spread my lips apart and the other to rub my clit up and down several times before dipping one finger into my warm, wet spot. I peeked to see if I was getting the reaction I was looking for. He put his hand on his cock and slowly moved it up and down. It was working. Fuck, I wanted that cock. In went another finger, in and out, slowly with more juices flowing and my nipples rock hard arching into the air while he watched. He stroked himself again, slightly faster now. Fuck, I needed that in me. In went a third finger and my other hand began to rub my clit from side to side while I fucked myself. If I wasn’t careful, I was gonna finish without him.

  He let go of himself and poured us both full glasses. He sat on the couch next to me, took a drink from his glass, leaned in and kissed me. I started to turn towards him, but he stopped me. Is the show over? I smiled, leaned back, spread both my legs wide and continued to work the inside with one hand and the outside with the other. He reached over and pinched my nipple. Shit. He pinched the other. Fuck. Then he leaned in and sucked on my nipple, hard. Fuck! I arched my back even farther.
I was on the brink when he couldn’t control himself any longer and slipped his right hand between my legs as well. FUCK. I came immediately. So many fingers, I didn’t know where he was going and I couldn’t stop where I was headed. I began to buck and writhe against his hand. Fuck me!

  He got up off the couch and leaned over me with his cock just above my head. I reached up, grabbed the shaft, leaned forward, and I shoved that beautiful cock into my mouth. I was trying to shallow it whole but we were both way too close for that. After a minute, he pulled back, pulled me up off the couch, spun me around, bent me over at the waist and started rubbing my ass. He was using both hands and stopping a bit too long and often at my asshole. I needed a good fuck and I needed it now. PLEASE! He bent me over at the waist and plunged it into me. FUCK! He reared back and did it again. Harder, deeper. FUCK YES! Again, he pulled completely out and then shoved his cock as far into me as it would go. Enough, fuck me! He put his hands on my hips and started controlling me, back and forth, back and forth, harder, faster. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK! AGAIN! FUCKKKK! As I began to quake and cum all over him, he shoved it deep inside and held my hips in place so I couldn’t move. My orgasm seemed continue well longer than it should have but I wasn’t complaining.

  I needed a minute to recover, so we found our robes, again he filled our wine glasses and we moved to the other side of the living room where he sat at the piano and began to play. Within a few minutes of watching his strong arms and fingers play such beautiful music, I began to get turned on again. I went to the piano and hopped on top of the gorgeous black instrument with the million dollar view of the Vegas strip in front of me. I laid down across the piano and untied my robe, allowing it to fall around me exposing my naked body to him. He was lost in the music but when the song was over, he looked up, smiled and came around to where I was laying. He grabbed my ankles and slid me over to him.