Scorching Furnace - A Hentai Short Story

Scorching Furnace

Scorching Furnace

A Hentai Short Story Starring Sara Jay

By

Camille Juteau

Ronda Blake was a fierce woman who never let anyone bother her, she wasn't taking any shit, she didn't have time for that sort of things. While she currently was between jobs and that things have been tranquilly going south with her husband, she recently chose to go on a road trip, completely lone wolf style.

Her husband had been cheating on her for a while now, she knew about it since the very beginning almost and this trip was more or less linked to this infidelity. Ronda was hoping to cheat on her husband during this road trip. If she went through with this, it would have been the first and only time she would have cheated on someone.

But is it really cheating when it is entirely in response, in counterattack to the other partner cheating in the first place?

Rhonda was a businesswoman. While the concept of quitting her important job had originated a long time ago, walking on her husband banging another woman as she was coming home from a hard day of work clearly triggered everything.

While yes, Rhonda was a very successful businesswoman, she currently wore absolutely nothing that pointed that out. Instead, she wore a thin, comfy-looking, red and white Summer dress with tons of designed flowers all over it. The dress was made so it would expose a terrifyingly huge cleavage. Underneath the dress, she did not wear actual underwear but rather a separated two-piece white bikini. She also wore dark, crimson red sunglasses and a pair of provocatively sexy, beige high-heeled shoes.

She had long, brown hair with touches and bright sparks of blonde there and there. Her beautiful hair flew in the air with the help of the graceful wind.

As she ran away from where she used to live for so long, she remembered something from the past, an old memory of her youth. She remembered the time when she lost her virginity as a younger girl. It was in the basement of her house as her parents weren't home. It was Winter. It was cold so Rhonda and her boyfriend at the time snuggled next to the old boiler. It was obviously a lot warmer there. Perfect for all the debaucheries they did that night.

She remembered that specific time of her life because she for the first time of her life currently felt the exact same way she felt that time when she lost her virginity. She felt her body surging with newly found energy.

She drove all day long behind the wheel of her cherry-red coloured Camaro, it was now soon about to go dark. With no real destination in mind anyway, she decided to stop at a small town she had never heard before called: 'Pearl Coast'. She went to the only motel of this little town to get a room for tonight.

A tall man with dark skin was the employee who kindly welcomed her at the desk of the motel where she hoped to get a room if there was still one available for her.

"Welcome to the Good Smile motel of Pearl Coast. How may I help you?" the man was freaking handsome and it made her blush. It didn't help that she had been horny for weeks and was totally craving for big, fat, cocks.

"Hey, yeah, hi, I would like a room if possible, please..." Rhonda had a ton of trouble speaking to him. She mostly looked down at the small counter that separated her from the employee.

"We sure do. Since you're alone, I'll give you number fourteen. It's one of our best rooms. Please don't say anything to my bosses but I only give this one to the prettiest young ladies that we have the chance to have as customers here.'' He warmly told her as he handed her the key to her room. She wanted to say something but ultimately couldn't, he kept making her blush, she simply looked down and filled her purse with her right hand.