Keycard beeps. Door clicks shut behind me in this anonymous airport hotel. What a fucking day. Layover from hell, but that elevator ride? Pure fire. Him, the tall stranger next door, crowds in on the fifth floor. Suitcase bumps my thigh. His hand slides up my skirt before ding. Pins me to the wall, cock out, slamming deep. No words. Just grunts, my pussy clenching as he pumps. Fills me with hot cum. Pulls out, zips up. Doors open. I stagger to my room, thighs slick, his seed leaking down.
How long have I fantasized about that? Pussy dripping neighbor’s load. Wipe it? Nah. The glowing slot of the door lock mocks me. ‘I don’t know,’ I mutter louder than intended. Tired haze. Then a voice echoes. ‘What did the slut forget?’ My niece Camille calls me cocotte sometimes. Little hen. We laugh, she clucks like a chicken. Must be her. She’s crashing here while studying nearby. Open door policy. ‘Camille? You?’ Weak voice. But her reply’s sharp, not for me.
The Layover
I freeze. ‘I’m not repeating! What shoes does the slut have on? Heels? Take ’em off, Theo! Now! We wanted boots.’ Heart pounds. Camille’s bold, but Theo? Shy guy. Am I hallucinating? Barefoot now, I creep closer. One heel off mid-step, sperm droplet hits my wrist as I unbuckle the other. Giggle escapes. Kleenex from hall table soaks it up.
Silence breaks. ‘Fine, heels work. Taut ankles, ass up for your cock. But spank her for forgetting.’ I lean on the hall sofa. Door to my bedroom ajar—mirror catches it all. Camille sprawled on the couch, braids loose, purple blouse open, tits bare. Skirt hiked, panties peeking, feet up. No phone handset. Wireless earbud snakes over her hard nipple.
Another drip on my thigh. Neighbor’s gift flows. ‘Not enough energy, Theo. Spank hard. I want slaps, her whines.’ She tweaks the wire around her tit, pinching nipple tight. ‘Spread her cheeks. Hit anus, slit too. Make her hold ’em open.’ Theo describes: on tiptoes, legs wide, fingers digging ass, pucker and lips dangling, tits smashed on bar stool, face to him.
Clap echoes. Camille winces, lips press. ‘Her hands on ass?’ Mirror shows her pondering. ‘Nail polish! Empty her purse. Hands stay spreading.’ My cunt throbs. Elevator pose flashes—bent, filled. I mirror it, fingers circling clit, dipping anus.
‘Paint nails bent over. You tease her, cock hard? Rub, make polish spill—punish.’ Cum mixes my juice, slicker now. I fuck myself to her words. ‘Naughty Katia, deliberate? Vicious slut.’ I pinch tits, plunge fingers.
The Heat
She guides: arch more, tits hang, glans on nipples. Finger ass. Mine slides in, hot. ‘She’s soaked!’ Climax builds. I hump sofa arm, ass cheeks spread.
‘Fuck between cheeks, under pussy.’ No cock, but fabric grinds clit. Tits squeezed. ‘Stop! Don’t cum!’ I freeze, lip bit.
Kneel now, fingers on clit. ‘Kneel, suck cock. Hands up, wiggle nails dry. Deep, fast—gag her.’ I rub furious, mouth empty, craving.
‘Camille knew I watched. ‘Tantine, cocotte.’ Blouse open, tits sway. Sit by her, thighs slick. She hikes skirt bare. I suck her fingers slow, then fast. Hands up, wiggling. Her panties soak.
‘Quicker!’ I bob head, couine, finger-fuck self crouched. She gasps, tits heaving. ‘Stop sucking! Fuck her throat!’ Her fingers ram my mouth, throat. I clutch her pussy, spasming wet.
‘Cum, Theo—for me, for tantine!’ We shatter together, screams muffled.