Cheap Hotel

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The day waned as our rented RV made its way across the barren plains of Nebraska on our way to a track event. I couldn’t make the flight the rest of the team had taken; I was at a gynecology appointment.  At that visit, my GYN told me that my body was not producing any viable eggs.  My world shattered: I had finally fallen in love and married, and we were ready to start a family. But when no blue line appeared after months of trying, I found out that my younger years of abusing my body and not eating had taken a vicious toll on me.

Jimmy hadn’t planned to attend the meet, but he didn’t want me traveling alone. He’d driven all night.

I startled awake when the car came to a stop. “Where are we?” I croaked.

“We are a couple hours away, but I can’t drive anymore.”

I looked around and noticed we were at a roadside motel that reminded me of a horror movie. “Why here?” I wondered allowed, not that I really cared about anything at all. I felt only tired and angry at life; I couldn’t care less where we stayed or what happened to us.

“I’m too tired to look for a campground and hook up, and I really want to shower off the road grime,” Jimmy explained. I just nodded.

Jimmy got us a room and hustled me inside, and I removed my shoes, socks, and pants, then crawled under the covers in my tank top and panties and lay there half asleep while Jimmy went into the bathroom. I had nearly drifted back off when I felt him slide into bed and roll up against my back, an uncomfortable position for him.  I tried to roll him over and lay on his chest like almost every night.

“Shhh. Just relax; I got you, baby.”

I started to cry, having a pity party big enough for the both of us. He just ran his fingers through my hair and didn’t say a word, just let me vent and cry till I fell asleep in his arms.

I slept fitfully and had terrible dreams, but I awakened at Jimmy’s big hand cupping my small breast and teasing my nipple.  I lay there and delighted in the sensations that began to emanate. Soon his big hand slid over to give attention to my other breast and its peak.  I moaned softly as he pinched my nipple hard before his hand slid down my belly.  He stopped and ran his fingers softly all over my belly and around my belly button before slipping his hand down over my panties and softly cupping my pussy through them.

“MMMmmm!” I slowly rolled towards him and more onto my back, my legs opening slightly to give him access. My hand fell off my side and against his hard cock, and I wrapped my fingers around it and held him gently.

Jimmy moaned at my touch, so I started to stroke him. He whispered in my ear, “I want you.”

I used my free hand to move his hand from the outside of my panties to inside them, pushing it down over my smooth, hot, wet pussy.  His big fat finger slid into me; then a second followed by a third made a very tight and pleasurable entrance into my pussy as I stroked him faster.

Kissing my neck, Jimmy whispered, “Fuck me. Please, baby, fuck me.”

I rolled to face him and pushed my panties down. Then, kicking a leg over his hip, I pushed his fat cock head into my pussy. I cried out as I pushed down, taking all his beautiful cock—the cock that would fill me with sperm but never plant a seed in my barren womb.  I started to cry again as I ground and thrust against him.  As I kissed him passionately, my pussy spasms, and I shuddered and I came all over him.

Jimmy moaned, and I felt his cock release, shooting his hot cum into my pussy; the eruption seemed never to end.  My eyes fluttered shut, and I fell asleep in his arms with his cock still buried in my pussy.

I woke up to a glorious sunrise and the feeling of my husband’s hard-again cock in my pussy and shooting more hot, thick cum up into me.  Mmmm, what a feeling to know that as we both slept, my pussy milked his cock and got filled again with his cum.

Once the spurts stop, I woke Jimmy. We quickly showered and dressed and got to the track meet.

After the weekend event, which our team won, Jimmy and I headed back home.  I got sad again, knowing I’d have to face the reality of never giving birth. I had my husband pull over by some white-water rapids, and I got up and took the seat behind him.

“Turn around, Jimmy.”  He spun the captain’s seat around, and I dropped to my knees, sliding my hands up the legs of his shorts to grab his soft cock. I stroked and rolled it in my hands, but it stayed soft, and I started getting frustrated, yanking his cock so hard that he grabbed my hands to stop me.

“I’m not the bad guy or your enemy,” Jimmy said and pulled me up onto his lap to hold me as I started to cry again.  After a while spent calming me down, I felt him grab and rub his soft, fat head along my pussy and clit under my short skirt. I purred and wiggled as my pleaure built.  Jimmy used one hand to stretch and pull my pussy open and gripped and squeezed his cock hard, trapping the blood in the head to make it hard enough to penetrate me.

I moaned and wiggled down onto his cock as Jimmy pushed it in and stuffed me full. I sat straight up, and with my back to him, I started slowly grinding around in circles on his cock. Before long, he was cumming buckets into my pussy again.

Out the side window, I noticed a state trooper pulling in behind us, and I yelped.  Jimmy sent me back to the bedroom and stuffed his cummy cock back into his shorts.  The trooper and Jimmy made small talk at the window, then the RV started up and began to move.  Jimmy yelled back, telling me to stay put because he was driving a few miles down the road to an RV park. “I’m not done with you yet,” he told me, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

Once he rolled us in and got us set up, Jimmy joined me in the bed. And he wasn’t lying; he kept me busy until the sun rose and we both fell asleep. I woke sometime later, quite sore from his cock, fingers, mouth, and toys.  Wrapped up in a blanket, I sat in the passenger seat and we made small talk until I started to not feel so good. So, Jimmy told me to go back to sleep while he drove us the rest of the way home.

As I lay down, I heard Jimmy saying a prayer: “Father, we thank You that we have each other. We pray and are hopeful it’s your will for my seed to implant in Sierra’s womb and bear fruit as your reward. Children are Your idea, Father; You thought up children and family and home. You instituted the family in the Garden of Eden. You ordered children; You commanded them when You said to Adam and Eve, ‘Be fruitful and multiply.’ You said that the barren womb is never satisfied.”

“My wife—your child—is young and willing, Lord, willing to give you a child for your glory. The Word declares that she is wonderfully and fearfully made by You; therefore, she is perfect and able to conceive and have children. Please give us the opportunity to carry out this blessing and use this magical gift to create our own family.  In your name, Jesus, amen.”

Hearing his beautiful prayer, I wept softly and drifted off to sleep.  I woke sometime in the evening, feeling better. Naked, I walked up and kissed Jimmy on the cheek.

“Is there someplace to pull over,” I asked him, “or would you rather I go and masturbate?”

Jimmy smirked and took the next exit, which happened to have a state park.  I kissed him again and returned to the bed.