Alexandra Pt. 03

The jeep's suspension bounced over the coral access road, each rut sending a jolt through Alexandra's thighs as she sat besides me. Her skirt was still rumpled from our office encounter, and I could smell the musk of our mingled sweat and cum rising from her skin in the tropical heat. She kept her phone clutched in her hand, screen glowing with WhatsApp notifications from "Liam ❤️" -- her boyfriend back in London.

"He's asking if I arrived safely," Alexandra said, her voice still husky from earlier screaming. She shifted in the seat, and I knew she could feel my seed leaking out of her, soaking into the denim beneath her bare pussy.

"Tell him you're in good hands," I said, steering one-handed while my other hand slid up her inner thigh.

She giggled and started a voice message, but I pulled the jeep into the little parking lot in front of my studio before she could send it. The place was nothing special, surrounded by lots off similar studios, all rented by dive pros. I parked and came around to her side, lifting her out of the seat. She wrapped her legs around my waist instinctively, grinding against my already-hard cock through my shorts as I carried her inside.

"Bedroom," she gasped between kisses.

I set her down on my bed facing the little side table, the sunset painting her flushed skin in gold and orange. "Bend over."

Alexandra didn't hesitate. She quickly sent the voice message and placed her phone on the side table, screen still unlocked to Liam's chat, and bent forward at the waist. Her short skirt rode up automatically, presenting that perfect heart-shaped ass to me -- still slick and swollen from our first round. I could see my earlier cum glistening on her inner thighs, mixing with her own arousal.

"Tell him you're settling in," I commanded, unzipping my shorts and letting my cock spring free, already throbbing and fully erect.

She picked up her phone with trembling hands as I positioned myself behind her. I didn't wait -- I grabbed her wide hips and drove into her in one brutal thrust, bottoming out against her cervix immediately.

"Fuuuuck!" Alexandra screamed, her body jerking forward. Her phone clattered on the table, but she caught it, knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the little table.

I started pounding immediately -- no warm-up, no mercy. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the studio, wet and obscene. Her pussy was still loose from my earlier fucking, but the friction was incredible, her walls fluttering around me as I established a brutal rhythm.

Alexandra managed to focus on her phone screen, her fingers clumsy as she tried to type while I slammed into her from behind. Each thrust pushed her closer to the edge, her breasts swaying in her top, nipples hard and visible through the fabric.

She typed, 'Yes, hi, I am here now.'

"Call him," I grunted, grabbing her waist and pulling her against me while I increased the tempo. "Let him hear you."

I changed my angle, dragging my cockhead against her front wall, hitting that spongy spot that made her legs buckle. Alexandra threw her head back and let out a wailing moan that echoed off the ceiling.

"Oooooh, good!"

Her phone buzzed. Liam had sent a voice message. She hit play with a shaking thumb, holding it to her ear as I continued my relentless assault on her cunt.

Hey love, you sound out of breath. Everything okay?

"He's asking if I'm okay," Alexandra panted, looking back at me with glazed eyes.

Her face was crimson, sweat beading on her upper lip.

"Tell him... tell him you're getting... exercised," I said, punctuating each word with a savage thrust that made her ass jiggle.

She tried to type, her fingers slipping on the screen:

Getting some exercise

Another thrust, harder, making her gasp and drop the phone. It landed screen-up on the table, camera facing her face. She was flushed and sweating, mouth open in a permanent moan.

"Pick it up," I ordered, slowing just enough to let her grab it, then resuming my deep, grinding strokes. "Video call him."

"What? No, I can't--"

"Do it."

Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely navigate the app. She hit the video button accidentally while trying to decline, then panicked and flipped the camera to face the balcony instead of us. Liam answered, his face appearing on screen -- handsome, dark-haired, completely unaware that his girlfriend was bent over getting railed doggystyle by a stranger.

"Hey Alex, I can see the your balcony, nice," Liam said, smiling. "Are you in the hotelroom?"

Alexandra bit her lip hard, trying to suppress a scream as I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I pounded her. "Y-yes... b-balcony," she managed.

"You're breathing weird; are you sick?"

"Just... hhh... climbed stairs," she lied, her voice breaking as I hit a particularly deep spot.

I leant forward, pressing my chest against her back, and whispered loud enough for the phone to pick up: "Tell him you love him."

"I l-love you," she stammered, and I rewarded her by speeding up, jackhammering her pussy with short, brutal strokes that made the table legs squeak against the tile floor.

Liam smiled on screen. "Love you too, darling. What are you doing tonight?"

Alexandra's eyes rolled back. She was close, her pussy clamping down on me in rhythmic spasms. I wasn't going to last much longer either -- the sight of her cheating like this, the risk of being caught, her tight cunt milking me...

She tried to type a response instead with one hand while holding the phone with the other, her fingers missing keys as I fucked her senseless:

Don't pull out.

She hit send before realising her mistake.

Liam's face changed on screen. "What? Alex, what do you mean? Are you with someone?"

Alexandra's eyes went wide with panic, but I chose that moment to grab her hips with both hands and pound her with everything I had -- deep, punishing thrusts that hit her womb with every stroke. Her panic mixed with pleasure, and she couldn't stop the orgasm that crashed over her.

"Oh God! Oh fuck! Don't stop! DON'T STOP!" she screamed, completely forgetting about the phone recording, her body convulsing as she came hard on my cock.

Liam was yelling on the screen now: "Alex! Who is that? What's happening?"

But I was past the point of no return. Alexandra's pussy was contracting violently around me, sucking me deeper. I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, pumping rope after rope of thick cum into her womb, filling her just as I'd done an hour ago.

"Taking my cum," I growled loud enough for the microphone. "Taking it all like a good slut."

Alexandra collapsed forward onto the side table, her phone sliding across the surface. The last thing Liam saw before the connection dropped was his girlfriend's face in the reflection -- her sweaty face, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream -- as a stranger emptied his balls deep inside her.

She lay there panting, phone dark, my cock still twitching inside her flooded pussy. I leant down and kissed her sweat-soaked neck.

"Should you call him back and explain?" I asked mockingly.

Alexandra just moaned, pushing her ass back against me, already wanting more, casually saying "No, I think I am single again."

To be continued.