Mom Love Pt. 02

The Ottawa, an extravagant hotel in the heart of Washington D. C., was a notoriously private place. In order to rent a room, you had to be a member. In order to be a member, you had to be a "special person" and pay a substantial fee. This made it the perfect place for politicians wanting to take the edge off, either with each other or someone on their payroll.

Senator Brittany Sizemore was here not for an affair but a special evening with her wife, Paris, the acclaimed poet. The two had long used hotel and motel rooms for these special evenings, away from the prying eyes and ears of their children. Here, they could as loud and kinky as they wanted to be without even a shred of worry at being caught.

Paris laid back on the soft, expensive sheets of her hotel room. Her pitch black nude body contrasted heavily with the white sheets. Brittany came into the room from the bathroom before suddenly stopping, transfixed by the sight of this black Aphrodite.

"You look gorgeous, baby."

"Thank you so much, but you're absolutely stunning. I literally can't take my eyes off of you."

"So, what are you planning for tonight?"

"Well..." Paris began as she sprang up, "I was kinda thinking... that I would fuck your throat."

Brittany was caught off guard by her wife's use of the word "fuck." Paris was as clean as clean could be, the daughter of a pastor and pastor herself, the type of person who used silly little euphemisms like fudge or darn. But this wasn't exactly a new request from her. Paris had been captivated by the idea recently, eager to try it out.

"You know lesbians don't normally do that."

"Oh, I know," Paris said. "There's not a lesbian alive who's ever done what we're about to do. But, as I've said before, we're bad lesbians. We pretty much just have straight sex but gayly. I'm dying to try it. What do you say?"

Brittany sighed. She had to admit that Paris' eagerness was a turn-on. "Ok."

"Yay!" Paris cheered. "Babygirl, you're the best wife ever. You'll love it. Besides, I'll let you do it to me. I know I'm the top, but I have to admit I kinda like the idea of you doing it to me."

Brittany stripped to nothing, exposing her curvaceous body. She laid on the bed with her head near the edge. Paris now wore a 10-inch strap-on the same color as her dark complexion. She placed her knees on both sides of Brittany's head as she got ready.

She ran her fingers along her wife's throat. "Who says only men are allowed to put a throat like this to work? Ready, babygirl?"

"Ready," Brittany's soft, feminine voice chimed. It wasn't so bad, she thought. While Paris was using her throat like a fleshlight, she'd get to stare at her ass for an hour from only two inches away. It was nowhere near as big as hers, but Paris was getting thicker as she got older. "I love you."

"I love you so much, babygirl."

Paris let the black dildo slip into her wife's hungry mouth and pushed it as far as she could. Once she got to a depth she liked, she began a sensual thrusting. It was almost like a belly dance. Her whole body swayed like a snake's.

The dance-like thrusting soon gave way to a ravenous desire to dominate. It wasn't intentional, but now she was merciless fucking Brittany's throat like she would any other hole of hers. It was so intense that she has to grab the covers to give herself leverage of some sort. She could feel her body shaking from the overwhelming sensations coming from her pussy.

"Fudge... this feels amazing. Do you need me to stop for minute, honeybun, so you can catch your breath?"

Brittany gave her a thumbs down, a silent no. "Goody," Paris said as she tried to catch her breath. She laughed a little. "How does my ass look down there? I'm pretty sure I'm sitting on your forehead right now. Honestly, I'm really turned on thinking about that. All you can see is my pretty little hole. I just know when I'm finished here that you're going to do the same thing to me and please do. I'm looking forward to you stretching my throat out while I stare at your amazing butt."

Paris went back to a rapid thrusting. It wasn't nearly as aggressive as before, but it still had an intensity to it. "Who knew my wife was such a throat queen? I'm going to have a lot to live up to when you do me."

Paris' fingers snuck down her wife's torso into they were inches away from her pussy. She was curious what her fingers would find when they dove into that beautifully, pink cavern. Would it be like dipping her hand in the wondrous depths of the ocean or just a handful of sand, pure dryness? She knew her heart would sink if it was the latter.

Two fingers plunged into the cave-like depths. Wetness. Abundant wetness. More so than she'd ever seen or felt from her wife before. Paris scooped the sticky substance onto her fingers and licked it off. All the while she continued her intense thrusting.

Her own pussy was as wet as Brittany's. The wetness covering her whole crotch and thighs was a mixture of Brittany's spit and her pussy's juices. The thought was an immense turn-on and drove Paris to be even more aggressive.

Paris suddenly pushed forward as deep as she could and held it there. "That's it, little throat, " Paris mumbled under her breath. "Give me what I want. Give me a freaking mess."

Paris suddenly pulled out. What seemed like gallons of spit fell off the strap-on onto her wife's chest. She scooped up some of it and let it fall into her mouth.

"I'm definitely doing this to you later," Paris heard a voice beneath her say.

"Oh, of course you are," Paris said. "But, for right now, your place is right under my ass. It turns me on knowing that it's all you can see if you can even see at all. And by how wet you are, I can tell it turns you on, too."

Paris gave her ass a little shake. "So, if you're ok with me putting you in your place, babygirl, stick a few fingers in my hole. You know how much I love using it. A good bottom should maximize her top's pleasure."

Paris felt two fingers slip into her asshole and start fingering her. "That's it, baby. We're going to be doing this a whole lot more. It's the perfect position for the both of us."

Paris pushed Brittany's mouth open and went right back to an aggressive fucking. Paris could feel pressure deep in her pussy that grew stronger and stronger. Her moaning turned into a full-on screaming as the pressure gave way to intense warmth. Paris' thrusting grew faster and faster, treating her wife's throat as just another hole. She could almost hear the faint sound of her thighs colliding with her wife's lips. Suddenly, the warmth reached an apex and she felt her pussy spasm as orgasmic euphoria washed over her. She held still.

"That was..." she said as she tried to catch her breath. "Oh my gosh. I'm going again. You can go after this. I'm the top, remember."

Paris went back to fucking Brittany's throat as if nothing had happened. "That's it, babygirl. That's it. Yes. Yessss. That feels so good. You're such a throat queen. Maybe this should be the only way we have sex from now on."

She heard her wife make a noise and could feel her body tense up. She reached inside her pussy to feel a tightening and spasming around her fingers.

"Oh, did that make you cum? Me turning your throat into a pussy? Maybe I should. It can take quite the pounding," Paris said as she ran her fingers up and down Brittany's throat. "Such a perfect hole. I'm definitely going to use it more. It was practically made for me."

Paris relished in the feeling coming from her ass, her wife's fingers aggressively fucking her asshole. She leaned back and closed her eyes as the pleasure washed over her. She stayed in Brittany's throat with one hand wrapped around it to feel her occasionally swallowing.

"That's it, babygirl. Fuck my little hole."

She suddenly decided to push herself to orgasm once again. She grabbed Brittany's throat in both hands, thrusting faster and faster. An intensity built inside her, a deep aggression that drove her in the pursuit of a powerful orgasm.

"That's it. That's it, babygirl. Take it. Take it. F-fuck, you are such a queen. A throat queen. Harder. Yes..."

Paris felt her legs almost give out as her body shook. She hurriedly dismounted and struggled to catch her breath as her body felt like it was on the verge of collapse. Brittany looked on as if nothing had happened. She wasn't even gasping for breath like her wife.

"You are definitely doing this," Paris said after she recovered. "Trust me. You'll love it."

She laid on the bed with her head near the edge before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out.

"Are you sure you can handle this, baby?" Brittany asked as she fitted the strap-on still wet from the rough throatfucking from just minutes ago.

"Of course," Paris said. "I'm not a throat queen like you are, so maybe I'll need a few more breath breaks, but I can handle myself. Now, come on, break my little throat open."

Brittany assumed the same position Paris had earlier. It was a little awkward because of her thicker, shorter frame, but she managed to find a comfortable position. She started a steady pumping into Paris' throat and ran her fingers along the noticeable bulge the dildo created.

Brittany wasn't the top that much anymore. She used to be the top and Paris was her bottom. They decided to switch one day and that was that. Paris was a much more aggressive top despite her sweet nature, but Brittany still saw in her a bottom's eagerness to please. No other top would willingly do something like this. Maybe that was why Brittany was ok with being the bottom. She had the best top she could've ever asked for.

"You're pretty good at this, baby."

Brittany pulled out as much as she could without pulling out entirely, leaving just the head. Paris instinctively held it between her thick, soft lips and began softly sucking it. Brittany had introduced strap-on blowjobs to their sex life when it was just in its infancy. She had to train her little lesbian to suck dick, but the results spoke for themselves. Even with her limited ability to move, Brittany could tell that Paris' mouth was going to town on her strap-on. That coupled with the cute sounds Paris made with every mouth movement was an erotic experience. She could feel her own pussy trembling.

"You know it's cruel a mouth this talented has never touched real dick," Brittany joked. "But what can you do?"

Brittany kept up an even pace. From the outside, she could tell her wife was working that fake dick as if it was real. Her mouth was as tight as her pussy, her cheeks caved in from intense suction.

Brittany pulled out but only briefly. Long enough for a giant globule of spit to fall from her lips into Paris' open mouth. "What's it like under my ass?" she asked.

"Amazing. It kinda hurts a little but in a good way."

"So you like being under fat white girl ass?" Brittany said, trying to bring out her inner domme. She thought she sounded a bit ridiculous but knew she needed to be more vocal. She gave her ass a shake, causing Paris' body to suddenly tighten up before relaxing.

"Yes," Paris laughed, "I love being under fat white girl ass. Maybe we should do this more often."

Brittany thought for a minute. "Baby, do you want to switch places? I like this, but I'm not cut out for topping anymore."

"Oh, of course, baby. I still want you to sit on my face from now on."

Paris resumed her earlier position for one last time for the night. "There we go. This feels much more natural. You were meant to be staring up at my ass while I make your throat my pussy. That's why I'm the top and you're my bottom. I'm going to try to make you cum again. I couldn't believe how hot that was."

"Now, we're going to set up some ground rules," Paris continued. "First, I'm always going to be aggressive and absolutely wreck your throat. You've proven you can handle anything I can do, so I don't have to go easy. Second, you're always going to finger my hole. This position is for my pleasure, not yours. Besides, we proved earlier that you get off to my pleasure. Third, I haven't decided if this is how we have sex from now on but it's a strong possibility... ok, I'm lying. I love pussy too much, but let's just pretend that's a real possibility. It's hotter. Deal?"

"Deal," Brittany's soft voice squeaked out. "I prefer it this way. It feels so much better."

Paris stuck two fingers in her wife's pussy, feeling a swamp of stickiness and wetness. She watched her wife suck them clean.

"You're not a freak if you don't know the taste of your own pussy."

Paris straightened her back up and readied herself. She grabbed Brittany's throat with both hands and started thrusting as quickly as she could.

"That's it, babygirl. Your body was made just for me. That's why you have such big boobs and thick thighs and a throat that can take a pounding. You were made for me."

Paris pushed the strap-on as far as she could until she felt Brittany's lips around her pussy. "Give me a kiss down there, babygirl. That's it. A special little kiss just for me. You're going to be giving me a lot more kisses like that. I'm going to make you deepthroat me."

Paris stayed in that position, feeling her legs instinctively tightening around her wife's head to keep her in her place. She gave herself barely an inch to thrust and every time she did she felt her wife's soft lips, sending shockwaves through her body. Paris' noises grew louder the longer she stayed in that position.

Paris felt her wife's body tense up seconds before her own body did the same. She gasped and gripped the sides of the bed tightly, letting wave after wave wash over her. Her body shook from the experience.

After she finished, Paris got off her wife and the two kissed and hugged. They snuggled together, basking in the warmth of their bodies and their love.