Well damn. Nicole's mother just sent me on my way with a raging case of blue balls. I mean, seriously, my dick is not happy and...well fuck, neither am I! Running into her in the lobby was my worst nightmare because I just knew she was going to take Victoria away from me.

So here I sit...on my bed...in my room...alone. I'm not completely alone though. I've got this hard ass dick with me. I swear this was not how this night was supposed to end. Victoria was supposed to be writhing under me on this bed, with my dick buried deep inside her pussy, my hips slamming into her. She was supposed to be digging her nails in my back, wrapping those legs around me and screaming my name.

And we would shower and do that shit all over again.

She would ride my cock while my hands held tight onto those plump hips, my eyes watching her full tits and the ecstasy coating her face. Or....maybe those thick thighs would squeeze the fuck out of the sides of my head as I ate her pussy like it was the best dessert on the planet. All while she bites her lips to stop from screaming at the top of her lungs.

But instead, I'm sitting here imagining the shit I would do to her, so I'm about to take matters into my own hands. 

Literally.

Unzipping my pants, I reach in, pull out this dick that's throbbing for a release.  Shit, she was supposed to be here. Why the fuck isn't she here? But you know what? Fuck it. I just have to use my imagination. 

For now. 

I firmly fist my cock squeezing it tight, all the while imagining how Victoria's soft pussy would feel pulsing around me. Her moans filling the room, begging for more, while I steadily slam into her juicy pussy. My balls tighten, my legs shake, as my orgasm comes to the surface. It's my moans that fill the room, Victoria's name flying from my lips, as I collapse onto the bed, beads of sweat coating my body. And now I need a drink.

I feel like I could go another round but decide to clean up and make my way down to the lobby bar. Maybe she's still there and I won't have to come back and jerk off again.

Walking into the darkened bar, I see Devin sitting alone. My eyes scan the room and then scan once again but she's not here. Shit.

Sliding onto the barstool beside Devin, I ask the bartender for a scotch and soda. "What's up Viper? Why is the groom down here all alone instead of being wrapped in his bride to be? Everything ok man?"

He chugs down some of his whiskey, giving me side eye. "Yeah man but she put me into another room for a few nights. Some shit about not having sex with me again until after we're married. What kind of shit is that? I mean, it's not like I haven't seen it all, up close and personal."

Laughing at him, "Man just do as you're told. Don't try to figure shit out."

"What are you doing down here anyway? I heard you went out with Victoria?"

"Man, that woman is so hot! We had a romantic dinner, a nice walk on the beach and it got pretty intense, you know? She wants to have fun with me this week, as she said, with no inhibitions."

Devin throws me a shocked look.

"Yeah man, I was kind of shocked too, but you know I'm game. So get this, we finally get back here and I'm literally ready to rip her dress to shreds and dammed if we don't run into your future mother-in-law and your mom."

Shaking his head, Devin laughs, "You don't even have to tell me what happened after that. The old girls swooped in and took your pussy away, huh?"

I glance over at him, "I was pissed man. Sent me to my room, hard as hell and here I am."

We clink glasses, as Devin says, "We're pathetic. No pussy for either of us. Just don't jerk off too loud man, I don't want to hear that shit."

He has no idea. I feel myself getting hard again, just thinking about Victoria.