“Yes, ma’am,” I said. I gave my slimy cock a quick stroke. Looking down I gazed at Clementina’s ass. There was nothing in the world I had ever experienced like fucking the ass of a woman with a phallite. I savored the anticipation, but waited too long, because Clementina urged me on.
Slime was pouring from the end of my cock and from Clementina’s perfect, puckered ass. Her ass naturally gaped open and a dome of pink flesh slipped out, her anal sheath prolapsing from the center. I didn’t need any more coaxing. I used my thumbs to stretch the dome in front of me, opening a deep red-pink tunnel, dribbling slime. Any remnants of softness from the fact I had just come a moment ago vanished. I ran a finger up her slit then slid it into her ass, then used a finger from the other hand to stretch her even wider. She groaned as a fresh shot of slime slipped from inside her.
I slipped my cock in her waiting, begging ass.
“All the way, Russel,” she whispered. I didn’t waste any time. I slid all fifteen inches in, finally feeling my balls hit against her cunt that was now dripping a mixture of pussy juice, slime, and my come from our first fuck of the night. The mixture dribbled onto my balls, then shook off as I began to piston in and out of her ass.
“Fuck me, Russel. Fuck my ass now,” Clementina commanded. “Fuck it hard!”
I did, pouring everything I had into the motion as I pulled out and slammed back in, bouncing my balls against her soaked cunt, slime squirting out of her asshole with every stroke. I worked faster and faster, reaching around, feeling my cock sliding up and down her abdomen under the skin, then squeezing her tits, sending squirts of milk into the air beyond the balcony.
“Make me come,” she said. I pushed harder, feeling my balls tighten again, feeling her body stiffen as she approached climax.
“Tell me you love me Russel,” she said.
“I love you Clementina,” I said. I was just about to come, and I felt Clementina hovering on the edge. We were almost there. I pounded her ass even harder, pushing us both over the cliff.
“I love you, Russel,” Clementina whispered.
“I love you, Clementina,” I whispered back as we both came. My seed poured into her pulsating asshole as she moaned and lowered her head onto the railing, almost weeping in ecstasy. I hugged her from behind as more and more juice shot from my member into her waiting ass.
We crawled back into the hotel room and sank onto the bed. Clementina lay with her head on my shoulders, her long black hair cascading on my chest.
We chatted lightly and softly as we drifted off to sleep.
I was awakened the next morning by a knock on the hotel room door and the thickly accented call of “housekeeping!” Clementina still lay beside me, her head on the pillow, her hair on my chest.
I sighed. I was content. Clementina had succeeded. I did love her in a very special way.
“Occupado!” I called back to the maid outside the door. I glanced at the clock, it read 9:45. “Hora, por favor!”
“Si, gracias,” came the reply, as Clementina sighed and opened her eyes.
“Morning gorgeous,” I said. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
“Good morning,” she replied. “And thank you. Do you still love me?”
“More ever before,” I said, as she climbed atop me and put my morning wood to good use.
We hadn’t brought a change of clothes, so we checked out still wearing our duds from the night before and made our way home. Ona and my mom were sitting in the kitchen when we arrived just after noon.
“Have a good time?” my mom asked. Clementina hugged me and smiled.
“We had a great time,” she said. We kissed.
(End Part VIII)
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