Today most middle-class, professional people maintain a respectable manner, obscuring the ferment signifying social change in which large numbers of them are engaged.
Young, educated, aware of their responsibilities to themselves and their communities, they have at one time or another played important, pivotal roles in the Black Movement and Women's liberation, helped stir reaction to the war in Indochina, and were instrumental in opening up the voting franchise to a wider spectrum Of the population in the United States.
This social ferment has also extended itself into the private lives of these participants, resulting in freer, more open attitudes toward sex.
Chris Logan is part of this involved generation, working in a job that is traditionally male, groping her way toward a more honest expression of her personality, endeavoring to express her sexuality without shame.
THE NAUGHTY NIGHT CLERK is her story, one of many in today's changing society.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Many people may by-pass the Barton Hotel, located just a block off posh Center Boulevard, but to me, Chris Logan, it has been home for the past three years. I have a small apartment on the second floor, furnished by the hotel, and, since I have been the night manager at the hotel for the past two years, I live a very comfortable and varied life.
At age 27, things have broken right for me. Of course, I have used ways not altogether nice to get where I am, and will use them again to further myself in the future. The Barton is only a stopping place, a place to get experience and learn the hotel business. From here, I aim for bigger and better things. But, for the time being, I am satisfied with my lot.
I was a young, but experienced, twenty-four years old when I first approached Mr. Jed Barton about a job. I had read in the paper where he was advertising for a night clerk and since I was out of a job, I decided to give it a try. I figured my chances were slight, because of my age and lack of experience, but I knew I had one thing going for me-my sex-and I knew how to use it. I kept my fingers crossed as I walked into the lobby of tile Barton that day, hoping the owner was straight and that his wife, if he was married, didn't have much to do with his business.
At twenty-four, I was fully developed, with a thirty-seven inch bust and all the other measurements in the right dimensions. I kept my dark hair long, but not stringy, and wore clothes that, while not tight, did nothing to hide my God-given assets.
I could claim virginity only to age fourteen; from then on it had been punch and poke with many men and in many places. My last job, which I held for almost a year, came to a screeching halt when the boss's wife caught us together in a motel room. Oh, well, on to better things.
"I would like to see the manager about your advertisement for a night clerk," I said to the man behind the desk.
If he was the one to interview me for the job, I had it made. He couldn't take his eyes off the cleavage in my V-neck slipover.
"That would be Mr. Barton," he uttered, only half-looking into my eyes. "He's the owner and the manager. Just a minute, I'll call him." The clerk went to a phone situated on the counter and pushed a button.
"Mr. Barton, there's a young lady here to see you about the night clerk's position." A slight pause. "Yes, sir, I'll send her right up."
The clerk then turned to me. "Take the elevator to the tenth floor, miss. Mr. Barton's office is on that floor."
"Thank you," I smiled, and turned toward the elevator. I knew the clerk was watching as I walked away. I smiled to myself, because I had gotten to where I could feel stares from behind. It didn't bother me in the least; in fact, to give him something else to look at, I gave my hips a little twitch. I could just imagine the lust in his eyes when I did that.
When I stepped off the elevator on the tenth floor, a sign on the opposite wall pointed the way to the manager's office. As I turned, I could see that the entire section of that floor was partitioned so that Mr. Barton had access to the area without having to be bothered by guests. From the size of the area, I guessed that he must have an apartment there also. My guess was to prove correct.
I pushed the buzzer and heard a voice. "Come in, it's open."
I opened the door and walked into an office which, while not exactly large, was ample in size and tastefully decorated. Thick carpet muffled the sound of my footsteps as I approached the desk. The man sitting there rose as I neared, and held out his hand.
"I'm Mr. Barton, manager and owner. I understand you're inquiring about the night clerk's job, Miss ..."
"Logan. Chris Logan." Mr. Barton was a middle-aged man, I'd say in his fifties, tall, with a slight pouch around his waist. His hair was salt-and-pepper, neatly combed, and his suit was well-tailored. His eyes were a deep blue and his skin had a ruddy complexion, revealing that he didn't spend all his time in the hotel and behind the desk.
"Have a seat, Miss Logan."
After a few introductory and preliminary remarks, Barton turned the conversation to the job.
"Have you had any experience in the hotel business, Miss Logan?"
"No, sir, but my previous job was in public relations, and I enjoy working with the public. I'm a fast learner, and believe I could adapt quickly to the job. I also have references from my previous place of employment." My old boss knew better than not to give me a good reference, or his wife would have heard some stories that would have really made her blush.
Mr. Barton scanned the letters and then laid them aside.
"You're kind of young for a night clerk's job, Miss Logan, although you do seem to have the qualifications."
His last comment was not directed at my face, but a degree or two lower. Maybe. Just maybe. I crossed my legs, giving him a quick view of flesh, then looked him straight in the eyes.
"I think I can handle it, Mr. Barton, and I do need a job. I'll work hard and do anything you ask." Let's see if he takes the bait.
Barton looked at me, his eyes covering my figure from my knees to my eyes. Lust was building inside him. I would soon know if my estimation of him, and of my own assets, was correct.
Barton rose from his chair and came to the front of the desk. He sat down on the edge and looked at me.
"You really do need the job, do you?"
"Yes, sir, I really do."
"And how anxious are you to get a job?"
There it was. I was right. Now, to play it through.
"Very anxious," I whispered, as I leaned forward, affording him a full view of the cleavage of my breasts.
Barton rose from the desk and walked to the door. When he turned the key, I knew I had won. As he walked toward me, the look hi his eyes was familiar to me, as was the bulge now apparent in his pants. He leaned over, took my face in his hands, and kissed me full on the lips. I returned his kiss, and slipped my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues met and teased and played with each other.
Barton slipped his hand into my slipover, cupping my breasts. I leaned back in the chair as he played with the nipples. I could feel heat slowly building between my legs. He might be in his fifties, but he was far from lacking knowledge in the sex act.
While still kissing, Barton maneuvered to his knees in front of me. When we broke away, he nibbled at my ear and at my neck. I closed my eys and tilted my head back. It wouldn't be long before I would begin panting and gyrating. Barton was building me up fast and I bad no desire to repel him.
When he eased his hand up my skirt, I spread my legs to allow him ready access. He cupped my crotch and I squeezed my legs, grasping his hand so he couldn't pull away. Suddenly, I felt the zipper on my skirt open, then pulled down over my legs. I still had not opened my eyes.
Barton began kissing between my thighs, and I put my hands on his head. He was getting me so hot that I wanted to jump right on his hard cock. I could hardly wait to feel him in me, but knew that if I wanted this job, I had better let him lead the way.
When I opened my legs wider, he put his face in my crotch and bit gently into the mound of hair. I inhaled deeply, and pushed my body into his face. For the first time since he had started working on me, I opened my eyes. He was nibbling at my mound, through my panties, and driving me insane. I pulled my panties off and threw them aside.
No sooner had I done that than Barton was back at my box, nibbling, flicking his tongue at my cunt lips, and slowly, but methodically, turning my body into a volcano which would explode at any time.
Barton reached behind me and pulled the lower part of my body forward. It was uncomfortable and I thought my back would break. But, when he pulled his tongue across my cunt, I wouldn't have cared if I was on a bed of nails. I pushed my box into his face and pressed his bead even harder into my body. When he shoved his tongue in my cunt, I immediately shot my load. I wrapped my legs around his head and pushed as hard as I could against him, and was amazed that he was still able to breathe.
Barton was no novice at love-making. His tongue reamed my insides and I continued to unload my juice. I didn't think I would ever quit. Finally, when it seemed I had drained my last, my body slowed down and my legs slowly, and limply, slipped from his shoulders.
My eyes were still closed and, I was breathing heavily. I hadn't been eaten that well in a long time, and I was savoring the afterglow. My hands slowly moved over my stomach, down to the mound of hair, where I pressed gently. It had felt good.
When I did open my eyes, and looked up at Barton, he was just putting his handkerchief back in his pocket and his face was clean. He smiled at me and, without saying a word, began undressing. When he was completely nude, I looked at the pole sticking out between his legs. It was large, not as big as some I had had, but ample to give a girl a thrill. His balls hung loosely in their sac, and the large vein on the bottom of his prick was pulsating, ready to unload. He evidently needed some satisfaction. After the way he had taken care of me, nothing was too good for him.
I rose from the chair, pulled the slipover off and turned, so he could unbutton my bra. When my breasts were free he cupped one in each hand and slowly massaged them. The nipples, which were still erect, seemed to point even more, and when he bent over and sucked on them, an electric spark went to the deepest part of my joy box.
When I took his stiff tool in my hand, he pressed hard against my body and put his lips to mine. Our tongues again did a tango as he slowly, smoothly, rubbed his large cock against my hairy mound. I took his hand and led him to the couch situated against one wall. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I gently pushed him down to where he was lying flat and his pleading prick was sticking straight up.
He closed his eyes and a look of absolute pleasure came over his face when I mounted his cock. My cunt was still juicy and his prick slid into the hole easily. Barton took a tit in each hand and massaged them as I rode his stick, slowly, pulling myself up to where the head was all that was inside me, then easing down, taking all of it in my box.
Barton chewed at my nipples, first one, then the other, and each time he did, I again felt that spark travel all the way to my cunt. The more he sucked and massaged the harder I fucked. I was breathing heavily now, and pumping at a more rapid pace. It wouldn't be long until I would again unload, but I wanted him to come with me. I sat straight up on his pole, where the entire length was inside me, and moved my body so that it would touch each side of my hot box. Then, I reached behind me and took his balls in one hand. Gently massaging them, I soon felt him moving, shoving his prick even deeper inside me. At the same time, he was very slowly brushing just the tips of his fingers along my breasts, across the nipples, setting me on fire even more.
"Are you ready?" I breathlessly asked.
"Yes. Now."
He pushed into me so hard I thought he was going to ram his prick through my throat. Then I felt his warm fluid paint my insides. At the same time, I opened my valve and let my juice spurt free. The two mixed and it felt as if I had a flood going on inside me. Barton continued to ram his prick home, making me spurt each time he did.
Finally, when we were both drained, I fell forward and we kissed long and passionately, with his meathook, now shrinking, still deep inside me.
Chapter Two
Before our love-making was ever finished, I knew I had the job as night clerk at the Barton Hotel. Since that time, Jed and I have had many sexual encounters, but my becoming night manager has been mostly on my own doing. I have worked hard, done my job as well, if not better, than most others could have done it, and have become accepted by all the hotel staff as manager. My promotion to night manager also allowed me the apartment at the hotel.
These three years have been interesting, never dull, and I have been involved with, and have seen, some of the wildest sex orgies known or talked about. One was a new experience for me, but one which I enjoyed tremendously and will never forget.
I had been at the hotel a couple of months or so when, one night, a stunning, green eyed blonde checked in. I have always been proud, but not conceited, about my body, but I was downright envious of the shape this girl had.
Her small waist flowed down to perfectly shaped hips, which the clinging dress did nothing to hide. Her breasts looked as if they were ready to burst out of the tight top, and were at least as large as mine. Every man in the hotel had his eyes glued to her as she signed the register and then walked to the elevator. While I was used to the leers, and accepted them as a compliment, and enjoyed them, this girl seemed to be completely oblivious to the men.
While she was signing the register and I was getting her key, she spoke very little, but did give me several beautiful smiles, which revealed even white teeth surrounded by a luscious red mouth. Here is one girl, I thought to myself, who need not worry about working for a living. She could get some rich bastard to take care of her with just a glimpse of those green eyes and that figure.
When the girl entered the elevator, I turned my attention back to my job, and began clearing up some paperwork. The evening was slow and allowed me time to get ahead on some of the things I had to do. I had completely forgotten about the blonde until around eight o'clock when the switchboard lit up. It was her room.
"Miss," the sultry voice came through, "would you please come to my room? I'm having problems getting the television to work."
"Certainly, I'll be there in a few minutes."
I called one of the bellhops and asked him to watch the desk while I went up to assist one of the guests. I boarded the elevator, got off on the third floor, and headed toward room 306. When I tapped lightly on the door, the sultry voice responded "Who is it?"
"Miss Logan, the desk clerk. You called about having trouble with the television set."
"Yes. Come on in. The door is unlocked."
When I entered, an odd, yet sensual aroma penetrated my nostrils The blonde was dressed in a slinky nightgown, which left little to the imagination, and was lying on the bed, leaning against the headboard. I could hardly take my eyes off her, but finally broke the trance and moved toward the TV stand.
"What seems to be the trouble?" I asked, rather unsteadily. That aroma seemed to be entering my brain, muddling my thoughts. I even imagined my speech was blurred.
"I don't know," she said, in a voice that made me glance briefly in her direction.
She was looking straight into my eyes, a look on her face which I couldn't interpret, and it was all I could do to remember why I was even in her room.
"I tried to turn it on," she continued, "but nothing happened."
Almost against my will, I approached the television set and saw right away that it was unplugged. The maids always did that when they cleaned the rooms. There was a large sign over the TV reminding occupants to plug the set into the wall before turning it on.
I bent down and plugged in the unit. Then I moved to the front, without looking at the girl, and turned it on. Immediately, a small white dot appeared, followed shortly by a full picture. I adjusted the set and turned to the girl.
"It was only unplugged. It should be okay now. Is it loud enough for you?"
"Is that all that was wrong? Just unplugged?" she asked, almost in a mimicking voice. "Oh, well, I never was very mechanical." A slight chuckle came from her luscious throat. Then I noticed it.
There, on the night stand beside her bed, I saw a small container of incense burning. That was the aroma-that was making me so giddy that it was hard to concentrate.
"Well, It should be all right now. Is there anything else you need while I'm here?" For some unexplainable reason, I was standing still, not moving toward the door.
"No, I don't think so," she replied, her eyes never leaving mine. "But, if you'd like, you can come over and sit on the bed with me. We could talk. Do you have to go back to the desk right away?"
"No. No. It ... it's a slow night. The bellhop can handle anything that comes up. And he knows where I am." What am I saying? What am I doing? Christ get out of here, get back to work!
"My name is Doris, Chris. Come on over. Sit down." Doris patted the bed and shifted, giving me room to sit.
As if I was in a trance, I walked to the bed. I seemed to have no resistance, no ability to walk away. Now, closer to the bed, I was also inhaling more of the incense. My bran began reeling faster, yet I was steady, and did not feel like I was going to fall. Only my mind had lost all reason. I sat on the bed and looked into Doris's eyes.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Chris," the blonde spoke, as she ran her fingers lightly along my bare arm. "But, of course, you've been told that many times, I'm sure."
Her hand made shivers nm through my body, but I was unable to move from the bed or push her away. Still, I had no idea what she was thinking. It would soon become very clear, however.
"You're not a virgin, are you, Chris?"
"Wh ... what?" The incense. That damn incense.
"You've slept with a man before, haven't you?"
"Yes ... yes." Why was I answering this woman's questions?
"Did you like it?"
"Yes." My answers were getting clearer now, bolder, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was under her spell.
"How many men have you had, since you lost your cherry? More than one? A dozen? More?"
Doris's eyes seemed to get brighter the more she talked. I just couldn't understand what she was up to.
Almost without hesitation, I replied, "A lot. I don't really know how many."
"Have you ever made love to another woman?"
There it is! That's what this whole thing is about! Doris is a lesbian!
"No. I ..."
"Don't knock it, Chris, until you've tried it." Her eyes seemed to be spitting green fire. She moved her hand to my blouse and gently, yet finuly, brushed across my breasts. I noticed that I was breathing heavier, but still did not push her away.
"Stand up, Chris."
"What ..."
"Stand up." Her voice w low and smooth, certainly not harsh, but I still did as she directed.
"Take off your clothes."
Without hesitating, I undressed. I stopped when I was down to my bra and panties but, again looking at Doris, I continued and then stood nude before her.
"God, you have a beautiful body," the blonde said, her voice coming in short gasps. She turned to get off the bed and I saw that she had nothing on. under the gown. The pinkness of her erect nipples was like a beacon, and the soft mound of hair between her legs glistened from the light. Doris stood in front of me and ran her fingers over my body. She lightly touched the nipples of my breasts and then moved to the hair between my legs. I just stood there, erect, not repelling her advances whatsoever. But I could feel the heat inside me beginning to rise.
She bent over and took one of my nipples in her mouth and sucked. I tilted my head back and dosed my eyes. My nipples were the most vulnerable spot on me, and it wasn't long before my body began to move. I put my hand on her head, then moved it over the smooth skin of her back, down to her buttocks, and into her anus. Suddenly, she stood up, a slight grin on her face, as she looked at me.
"Do you want me to stop, Chris?"
"No. No. Please, don't." What was I saying? I like my sex the normal way, with a man, not with another woman. Yet, here I was, begging for her to continue. That damn incense. It must be that incense.
Doris led me to the bed and, when I was on my back, she bent over and kissed me on the lips. It was a hot, moist kiss, no tongue play, but one that stirred my innermost emotions. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to me. Her hand was roaming my body, creating sparks everywhere it touched. I heard a low moan escape from my throat as Doris kissed my breasts and moved down my stomach to my crotch.
Without the slightest resistance, I spread my legs. Doris was turned so that her buttocks were near my head and I ran my hand over her back, across her rear, and into the crevice between her legs. She moved so that I would have more room and I gently rubbed her cunt opening with one hand while with the other I massaged my breasts and tweaked the nipples.
My body was beginning to gyrate, as was Doris's, and when she put her mouth on my cunt, I almost went crazy. She moved to where her legs straddled my head and I was looking straight into the juicy opening of her box. The blonde hairs glistened from the moisture which had already accumulated around the opening. Then I felt her mouth kissing my cunt and her tongue riding its ridges. I couldn't have stopped her now if I had wanted to. She had me on the emotional level of near insanity. All I wanted her to do was eat me, make my cunt quiver, and let me release all my juices.
Her hips were moving and I could tell she wanted some of the same treatment. I pulled her toward me and flicked her clitoris with my tongue. Her moan was even louder than mine had been and she began eating my pussy eagerly, starvingly. My hips were moving at what seemed a mile a minute and I put my tongue deep into her hot box. I moved it around inside, touching every part of her cunt, making her come again and again. I met her with my own flood and even after we had climaxed at least three or four times, we continued eating away at each other, neither of us wanting to terminate the bliss which enveloped us.
However, we did eventually cease. Doris knelt beside me and with a tissue cleaned first my face and then hers.
"How did you like that, Chris? Do you feel empty?"
All I could do was nod my head. I didn't think I could come again for a week. I felt completely drained.
Doris lay beside me and we held each other in our arms, our bodies close together, our mounds of damp hair entwining, and our breasts pushing against each other. We kissed several times and Doris ran her fingers down my back, across my side, up to my breasts, and gently pinched the nipples.
Rolling me onto my back, she kissed my breasts and nibbled and sucked the nipples. Although drained, my emotions were soon aroused. I pulled her to where I could reach her breasts and returned the favor. She fluffed my mound of hair with her fingers and then moved to the opening. My cunt was still warm and moist and her fingers glided over the lips easily and sensually. She pushed her finger deep inside me and I lifted to meet her thrust. Moving it around so as to touch every part of me, she soon had my head and body reeling.
Suddenly, Doris removed her finger and jumped off the bed. Without uttering a word, she went to her suitcase and took out an odd-looking object, odd until I got a closer look.
It was shaped like a penis and had a belt running through the base of it. Doris put it around her hip and if I hadn't been so hot, I would have laughed. Have you ever seen a woman standing in the middle of a room, with two large boobs staring at you, and an erect penis standing out between her legs? What is that?" I asked, stunned at what I saw.
"Feel, it," she said, as she stood by the bed.
It was large, huge in fact, bigger than any prick I had ever seen. But it felt smooth, just like a man's penis, and even had the large vein underneath. It was shaped so the skin was pulled back, and had a large, inviting head proudly aiming straight ahead.
"Ever had one that big in you before?"
"No," I replied, without taking my eyes off that huge rod.
"Well, you will now. I'm going to fuck you just like a man would do."
Before I could say anything Doris was on top of me and had the prick at my opening.
"Spread your legs. You're wet down there, so this won't hurt at all. In fact, I believe you'll like it."
Without voicing any dissent, I did as instructed. I felt the hard pole penetrate my cunt and slowly slide up the recesses of my box. It did feel good. God, did it feel good!
I lifted my hips to allow deeper penetration and when Doris had shoved it as far as it would go, I humped several times against it.
"How does that feel?" she asked.
"Good. Good. Fuck me, Doris, fuck me. Hard."
She took me at my word and slammed against me as hard and as deep as she could. It thought my insides were going to come apart, but I kept asking for more.
"Deeper. Deeper. Ah. Oh. That's it. Deeper. Damn, that's good."
Doris's large, beautiful melons were dangling in my face. I grabbed one in each hand and roughly rubbed them, biting at the nipples, and sucking as hard as I could.
"Easy, easy. You're hurting."
I eased off some, but continued pinching and sucking the nipples.
"Are you ready to come?" Doris asked, as she pounded into me with the artificial cock.
"Yes. Yes." I gasped as the pole plowed deeper and deeper into me. I could hardly stand it and when I did open the gates to my fluid, it seemed to come out like a tidal wave. I wrapped my legs around Doris and pushed as hard as I could against her, savoring every drop of juice that I released.
When I had no more to empty out, I fell back on the bed, rubbing my stomach, my insides aching where she had rammed the rod so hard. But, I felt good sideto6.
Although I had stopped coming, Doris continued fucking me for a few more minutes. Then she quit. She got off the bed, went to the bathroom, and I heard water running. Moments later, she was back on the bed, handing me the tool.
"Now, it's your turn. Fuck me. And do it hard. Be brutal if you have to, but fuck me hard-and deep."
I did as my master instructed. Belting the penis to my waist, I climbed between her legs and inserted the dildo in her hole. She was hot, hotter than I had been, if that was possible, and immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. Without delaying, she took my fits in her mouth and chewed away. She was much more gentle than I had been and I enjoyed her manipulations.
"Harder. Harder."
I thought my back would break, I was ramming her so hard, but she kept asking for more.
"Deeper. Deeper. Ah, that's it it's good. Ram it home again, just like that. Oh. Oh. Ah."
While I was trying so hard to satisfy Doris, I had almost forgotten that she was playing with my tits. Suddenly, I felt that familiar twinge between my legs. Lord, don't tell me I'm ready to come again!
Before I could think anymore about it, I felt Doris's legs tighten around my waist and she pulled me to her, kissing me feverishly on the mouth and humping wildly against the prick. She continued like that for what seemed like several minutes, then collapsed.
The only problem-now I was in the mood to unload again!
I stayed on top of her and slowly moved the penis around inside her. Doris must have realized what I wanted because she began playing with my breasts, kissing and sucking them. Soon, I was pumping her again, but not to have her come. I wanted to shoot my wad. I had nothing in my hole, yet I was like a firecracker, ready to explode. Then, it happened. The gates opened again and I felt my juice flow. I continued rubbing against Doris until I was completely empty, then fell forward and she took me in her arms.
I never saw Doris again. I wasn't working when she checked out the following morning. But I'll never forget her. She put me through an orgy the likes of which I have never experienced since. Maybe someday, we'll meet again.
Chapter Three
Although my female lover was gone, I didn't lack for sex. Jed Barton was always there, and he and I had some pretty good times together. Also, there was always a guest around the hotel looking for some sack time. Once, though, I thought I had taken on more than even I could handle.
Two salesmen checked into the hotel one night and really gave me the going over. I was dressed in black, not as a mourning widow, but more as an enticement. I had on a short sleeved, tight-fitting sweater and a matching tight skirt. With my blue eyes and olive skin, topped by the dark hair, I guess I was too much for them to overlook.
Anyway, they kept talking to each other and looking back at me as they walked to the elevator. It wasn't long until the switchboard lit up and one of the men was on the line.
"Miss, could you bring us a drink from the bar?" "Certainly, sir, I'll have one of the bellhops ..."
"No, miss, I mean you. There'll be a good tip in it for you."
"It's not the money, sir, it's just that I ..."
"Come on, now, don't you know you're supposed to please the guests?" His voice had a jovial tone to it.
"All right, sir ... I guess I can do that. What would you like?"
"Three Scotches and water. Make those doubles."
"Yes, sir. I'll be up in a few minutes."
I got off the elevator on the second floor, gingerly juggling the tray of drinks, and headed for room 212. I tapped lightly on the door and announced, "Your drinks sir."
When the door opened, I was face to face with one of the men I had registered earlier. He was tall, dark hair, neatly dressed, and smiled easily. The other man, whom I could see through the doorway, was lying on the bed, looking me over.
"That'll be four-fifty, sir." I tried to act nonchalant, but had an idea what was behind the call.
"Just set them over there, miss, on the desk."
The man stepped aside to let me enter, but did not take his eyes off me as I walked across the room. Nor did the other man, lying on the bed, who hadn't said a word.
I put the tray on the desk and turned to face the man standing in the center of the room.
"Will there be anything else, sir?"
"I'm Ray and this is Bill," he replied, pointing to the man on the bed. "You don't have to rush, do you? As you can see, I ordered three drinks, and there are only two of us."
"I'm sorry, sir, but I must get back to the desk."
"I'm sure they won't miss you for a few minutes." For the first time, Bill spoke.
"Come on, miss, surely you can have one drink with us," Ray pleaded.
"Well ..."
"Fine. Here you go. Down the hatch."
I have never been a Scotch drinker, and the fluid was warm to my throat and stomach
"Thank you very much, gentlemen. Now, I must get back to work."
"We just happen to have a bottle of Scotch with us," Bill intoned. "Can't you stay for another drink?"
It was becoming more evident that their ordering a drink was only a ruse.
"No, really, I ..."
"Come on. Don't be a wet blanket. Here." Bill had already poured another drink and shoved it into my hand. With a slight shrug of my shoulders, I finished it.
My head was beginning to reel slightly, and my stomach and throat felt warm. Before I could say anything, my glass was again full of the light brown liquid. After the third drink, I was thinking less clearly, and had almost forgotten about the hotel desk. I wasn't overly concerned on that part, because another clerk was also on duty tonight.
"Really, you two, I have to get back to work." My speech was slurred and the room was beginning to tilt. I looked at my glass and it was full again. I could have sworn I just finished it. After a couple more drinks, everything began spinning.
Ray was standing beside my chair and slowly slipped his arm around my shoulder. I didn't push it away, and this gave him encouragement to continue his travels. I felt him cup my breast and looked up at hint with what must have been a drunken grin. He bent over and kissed me and I kissed him back. His manipulations, and the drinks, were working their magic. My resistance, if I had had any, was slowly ebbing away.
He took my hands and lifted me from the chair. We embraced in along and passionate kiss. When we broke away, he pulled the sweater over my head and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He and Bill looked me over and were evidently pleased with what they saw, because both of them began undressing. Ray unhooked my bra and my breasts were free, he massaged and kissed them. My body began to move and I shoved myself closer to him.
Ray steered me to the bed and laid me on my back. Deftly, he removed my panties. I saw that his meathook was standing rigidly at attention, ready for the attack. He rubbed my pussy gently a few times to get it juicy and then put the head of his dick on the lips of my cunt. Slowly, enticingly, he shoved it inside me. I could feel the large pole traveling along its path, pushing aside any resistance it encountered, until it hit home. Then, he began pumping.
I lifted my body to meet his thrusts and moaned each time he rammed his meat home. I was breathing heavier now, about ready to come, when he rammed into me with all his might and stayed there. I knew he was coming and I humped quickly so I could join him. I was successful, and our juices met in a huge crescendo, while both of us pushed as hard as we could against each other.
Bill had been standing beside the bed watching and I knew he must be ready to shoot his wad. His cock was a little larger than Ray's, and I noticed a drop of fluid on the end of the head. No sooner was Ray out of the saddle than Bill was in, pumping like his life depended on it. Each time he rammed home, I would scoot on the bed. I couldn't come again, not right then, but that didn't stop him. I soon felt his juice paint the inside walls of my pussy. He had more stored up than Ray, and I didn't think he would ever quit.
When he finally did, I lay on the bed, unable to even cover my nude body. The drinks had made me so dizzy I could hardly move. The room was spinning, and my stomach was still warm. I could feel the moistness of my cunt, and felt some of the come juice ooze out onto the bed.
I felt the bed give and opened my eyes. Ray was lying beside me, cupping and sucking my breasts. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his handiwork. Suddenly, I felt myself rolled over on my stomach and my hips being lifted into the air. Then Ray's long, hard pole slid into my cunt and butted against my insides. I hadn't fucked dog-fashion ma long time and spread my legs eagerly so he could penetrate even deeper.
Ray teased the hell out of me. He would pull his cock meat all the way out of my hole, until only the head was inside. Then, he would push forward, hard, until I thought he was going to break through the wall of my box. Each time he did, I raised my hips and shoved against him, wanting to feel his rod as deep inside me as I could.
I was breathing heavily now, panting and moaning, each time Ray pushed his meat into me. I reached between my legs and took his balls in my hand. Squeezing them until I was sure he hurt. I continued massaging them and raising my hips to take each thrust. Suddenly, he rammed home hard, so hard, in fact, I thought I would scream. I felt his warm liquid coat my insides, just as I released my juice and squeezed his balls so hard that he let out an agonizing groan.
I couldn't stop coming. I must have poured out a bucketful before I finally released Ray's balls and literally fell forward onto the bed, releasing myself from his meathook at the same time.
I lay on the bed, on my stomach, moaning pleasurably, and rubbing the crown of my joy box. It had felt good, although Ray did hurt a little when he rammed home that last time. But the pain was worth it.
Bill had gotten horny again, watching Ray and me work, and now he was on the bed. The scotch was wearing off some, but I still felt a little groggy. Bill pulled me over on my side, lay down facing me, and I could feel his stiff cock against my cunt mound. He nibbled at my nipples as I rubbed his cock and he had his hand on my buttocks, spreading them and playing with my anus.
He put his arms around my waist and pulled me on top of him. Slowly, but easily, because of my juicy cunt, I slid down on his pole. With my boobs hanging down like two large melons, I began to rock on his stick. Bill sucked and licked my nipples and sent tingles all through my body.
Suddenly, I felt someone playing with my asshole. Ray was rubbing the small hole with juice from my cunt. When he had it wet enough, he put his finger inside and moved it around. It only hurt slightly, and gave me a new experience. I had never had anyone do that to me before.
I was riding Bill's cock at an easy pace, in no hurry to reach a climax. I felt the bed give and realized Ray was behind me, still playing with my anus. Then, I felt a searing pain and realized he had his dick in my asshole! God, it hurt, but I didn't stop him. Aside from the first penetration, I felt no other pain.
I was getting a fucking from both sides now. As I moved forward on Bill's cock, Ray let his dick slip out to where only the head was in, my anus. Then, as I slid back on Bill, Ray's stick would go all the way inside me. Another new experience! And it was enough to put me in orbit.
I rode Bill's dick harder and faster now, breathing heavily, as he sucked my nipples and humped into me. Ray pumped faster and when the three of us came, it was like a huge floodgate had opened. I could feel juice all through my body, from Bill hitting my walls, and Ray filling up the other end. I came with them, adding my own bit to the cause.
After it was over, we laid there, the three of us too worn out to move. Or, at least, I was. Bill's shrinking prick was still inside me, as was Ray's. Finally, when Ray pulled his out, I rolled off Bill. While on the bed, I could feel fluid oozing out of both my holes.
Bill and Ray got off the bed, but I continued to lie there, not wanting to move, yet slightly embarrassed that I was fully exposed to the two men. I heard water running and glanced toward the bathroom. They were washing their cocks. Ray turned and walked toward the bed with a washcloth in his hand. He rubbed between my legs, cleaning me off, and the warmth of the water and his gentle rubbing felt good. I lay perfectly still as far as I was concerned, he could continue that forever.
Ray stopped cleaning me and then I felt his tongue on the lips of my cunt. My God! They're going to sap every bit of strength I have in my body! But what girl wants to turn down a good eating? I lifted my feet and spread my, legs so he could have better access to his dinner. Then I closed my eyes and enjoyed the treatment.
When I felt the bed give, I opened my eyes and dangling before me was Bill's big meathook, as hard as a rock, just an inch or so from my mouth. I flicked my tongue at the head and Bill lowered to my lips. Opening, I let his prick slide into my, mouth and I sucked hard. Meanwhile, Ray was busily nibbling at my cunt lips, putting his tongue on the ridge of my joy box, and driving me insane. Bill was pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, getting faster with each stroke, and I began humping into Ray, wanting him to put his tongue inside and give me a good reaming. I put one hand on his head, urging him closer, and with the other I played with Bill's balls. That set him off. He began fucking my mouth faster, almost choking me.
Bill's warm fluid flowing down my throat triggered my juice button. I pushed into Ray's face as hard as I could, almost smothering him, and humped on his tongue. He lapped at my insides and the more he lapped, the more juice I ejected.
When Bill pulled off the bed, I finally finished coming. Ray stood up and wiped his face.
"Say, beautiful," Ray intoned, "what am I supposed to do with this?" He was pointing at his stiff, tenderloin, sticking straight out, aiming directly at me.
"Do you want a blow job, too?" I asked, by then willing to do anything.
"No. I think I'll fuck it off."
I hardly felt his cock inside me, I was so juicy. He could have fucked me all night and I still don't believe I could have come. They had drained me. There wasn't an ounce left.
And ride me all night I thought he would. I don't know how long Ray pumped me, but it seemed like at least a half hour or more. I was getting sore between the legs, but had no will power to stop him.
No sooner had Ray finished, than Bill was back in the saddle. I don't know what those two men ate, but whatever it was, it certainly gave them a lot of stamina. Bill fucked even longer than Ray, and I was getting sorer and sorer, but did manage to come one more time while he was pumping.
When Bill finished, the three of us lay there on the bed, completely worn out. They dropped off to sleep and I managed to struggle off the bed and get dressed. Before I walked out the door, I looked at the naked men. Their pricks, which had given me so much pleasure, were limp, dangling silently, motionless between their legs.
I went to my apartment and washed up before going back on duty. My cunt was sore, but it was a good sore. It had been quite a night. Quite a night.
Chapter Four
In the hotel business, and especially on night duty, a clerk meets all sorts of people. The Barton was no exception.
One night a man checked in who I absolutely flipped over. I like men, and I'm not one to be carried away by looks or money. However, this man was an Adonis, a golden boy, a dream, a walking pool of sex. He was tall, muscular, extremely handsome, and his clothes were fashion designed.
His voice was deep and husky, and when he registered, and my hand momentarily touched his, I felt a familiar twinge between my legs. As he walked toward the elevator, I couldn't take my eyes off him. I wanted to fuck him right there in the lobby, in front of God and anyone else who wanted to watch.
In my mind, I could imagine the cock between his legs: long, a little bent to tickle the insides of a woman, and big around. I could almost feel him mounting me, putting his big stick in my joy box, me humping wildly. I almost came just thinking about it.
But he paid little attention to me. Very few men failed to notice me, whether I wanted them to or not. Here was one, however, who I wanted to look at me, put the make on me, take me to his room and ride my saddle, but he wouldn't even attempt a small flirt.
I wanted him, and whether he knew it or not, I was going to get him. Knowing he would be in the hotel for one more full day, I laid out my plan.
I dressed in my sexiest outfit, low-cut, tight, and dabbed just enough exotic perfume in the right places to be enticing. While everyone who came into the hotel almost fell over each other when I walked by, Adonis came in, picked up his key, and went to his room without a word, hardly noticing me. Was he a limp wrist? A homosexual? I was determined to find out.
I had so built him up in my mind, yearning to see him naked, to grasp that big cock between his legs, to play with his balls, to have him bite at my tits, rub his big, smooth hand between my legs. God, I had to have that man.
Devising a scheme, weak as it was, I headed toward his room. My heart skipped a beat with each step as I approached his door. Knocking lightly, I soon heard that deep, husky voice.
"Yes?"
"This is Miss Logan, from the desk. I would like to check your bathroom, please. I believe the maid forgot to put fresh towels in there when she cleaned."
The door opened slightly, then all the way. Adonis stood there in a robe, and from what I could see, that was all he had on. Light blond hairs jutted from his broad chest, and the robe was pulled tightly around his narrow waist.
"I was just about to take a shower, and hadn't even noticed the towels," he said, giving me a broad, beautiful grin. My heart fluttered. "I'm glad you thought about them."
Maybe he was just playing hard to get. Maybe he isn't gay after all.
I brushed past him and entered the room, making certain that my ample breasts, the nipples erect in anticipation, lightly touched against him. Going straight to the bathroom, I made a slight motion with my hips, hoping against hope that he was watching. After changing towels, I sauntered back into the room, chest out, looking for Adonis. He was standing by the desk, looking toward the bathroom, an odd expression on his face.
"You now have fresh towels, sir, so you may continue with your shower." I made a nervous laugh, certain that he understood my intentions.
"Thank you," was all he said, looking me over, then suddenly turning his head.
What goes, I thought to myself? His standoffishness was making me more determined to conquer this goal.
"Do you need any help with your shower?" I asked, brazenly.
"What?" He seemed stunned at my proposition, which was exactly what it was.
Without saying another word, I laid the towels down and walked toward him. Looking him straight in the eyes, I repeated, "Do you need any help with your shower?"
He just looked at me, flabbergasted, without uttering a word. That odd, yet surprised look was still on his face. Without saying another word, I reached out and pulled the belt on his robe. I caught a glimpse of a monstrous hunk of meat, surrounded by golden hair, before he quickly closed his robe. The sight of that big cock, larger than any I had ever seen before it was even hard, made my legs weaken. I had to have that hunk inside me.
"Why are you covering up such a gorgeous piece?" I asked, surprised at my own audacity.
"Please, miss, I ..."
He was very embarrassed, his face reddened, and he began stammering.
"You're not gay, are you?" taken back that he would react the way he did.
"No, not hardly. It's just that ..."
"Are you married? If that's all that's bothering you, I swear I won't tell a soul." I laughed, lightly, nervously.
"No, I'm not married." Adonis turned slightly so only his profile was visible, and even that was gorgeous.
"Well, what is it then? Don't you like me? Don't I entice you, even a little?"
He swirled toward me, and his face displayed a slight anger. He was still red, but it had softened some.
"Entice me? The first time I saw you, behind that desk, I wanted to climb that barrier and take you right there on the floor. Rip off your clothes, fuck you so damn much and so damn hard you'd be crying for mercy. I wanted to stick my prick in you so far it'd tickle your tonsils."
Then he stopped. His talking had set me on fire, because he was expressing my own desires.
"Then why didn't you? Why don't you now?" I began undressing and when he saw what I was doing, turned away.
I had gotten as far as my bra and panties, and was about to get my breasts free, when he spoke.
"There's no reason for you to do that." His voice was low, sad, and it made me stop.
"Why?" I asked, astounded. I turned him toward me and took off my bra. Surely my breasts, with their erect nipples and fullness, would break the wall he had built around himself. And my panties were sheer, skimpy, and the dark triangle at my cleft had turned on many a man before.
I again pulled open his robe and noticed that his cock was still limp, just hanging there, no reaction at all. Adonis looked at me, then down to his prick.
"I'm ... I'm impotent." It was a statement of finality.
"What? Impotent? You're kidding."
"I wish I were," he replied, dejectedly, sadly. "I was in an accident a couple of years ago and had to have an operation. The operation left me in this condition."
"Are you sure? I mean, I've heard-of many cases where people thought they were impotent, but under the right stimulus have ..."
"Don't you think I've tried everything, with a hundred different girls? It's no use. The doctor said I would be like this the rest of my life. There's no hope for even a miraculous change."
"Maybe you just haven't had the right girl." I was hotter now than i had been before. Looking at his drooping penis had set my joy box on fire. I needed satisfaction.
I removed his robe and steered him to the bed. Once on the bed, I climbed on top of him and rubbed myself all over his body. I put his prick between my legs and squeezed. Then, I bent over and took his cock in my mouth. Nothing. It was as limp after a few minutes of hard sucking as it was before. I knew there was nothing I could do.
"See what I mean," he said, seeing the frustration on my face. "I've tried everything. There's just no hope."
I could tell by the tone of his voice that be had accepted his fate. Too, I had heard that along with impotency the desire for sex also decreases. At least, nature plays fair.
But not fair to me. I was burning with desire. I needed a good fuck. I rolled off Adonis and lay on my back, my hand over my eyes. My hips were moving and my other hand was roving my body, from my breasts to my mound of hair, and back. I needed a good screw. Damn, did I need a good screw. Right now, I'd even settle for a bad one.
Adonis was aware of my plight, and pulled me to him. He kissed me full on the mouth, but I wasn't too responsive, until I felt his finger between my legs. I lifted my leg and placed it across his body, allowing his hand free access to my joy box. He slowly rubbed the lips of my cunt, now ripe with juice, and I returned his kisses feverishly, moaning, pushing my body into his. When we broke away I pulled his head to my breasts, and pressed hard.
He sucked and bit into my nipples and I moaned, a satisfying, desiring moan, as his finger entered my. box. I lifted my hips to his thrusts and although it wasn't like having a big, fat cock inside me, at least it was giving me some pleasure. He shoved his finger in as far as it would go and rotated it, touching every nook and cranny of my box. I crossed my legs, entrapping his hand, and was on the verge of shooting off.
Groaning lustily, I spread my legs and whispered, "Now, shove it in hard. I want to come."
Adonis got on his knees and bent over my body. With a motion that almost drove me insane, he pumped his finger in and out of my hole so fast that I dug my fingernails into him until they almost drew blood. I was moaning and twisting wildly, unable to hump enough to meet his ever-increasing speed.
When I came, I let out a scream, and had to put my hand over my mouth to silence the sound. But he didn't stop fingering me, he continued and as he did, I continued to let out spurt after spurt. Finally, when I could come no more, I put my hand on his to stop him. If I hadn't, he probably would have still been doing it.
"Thanks," I said, in sincere gratitude. As I said, his finger wasn't like a big, juicy cock, but it was a fair substitute.
He laid back on the bed and pulled me to him. I could feel his rod, as limp as ever, pressing against my hairy mound.
We lay there for a half hour or so and talked. I asked if there was anything I could do to sexually satisfy him and he told me no. Fortunately, his sex cravings diminished after the operation and it didn't bother him too much. While we were talking, he had been running his fingers over my body, my breasts, across the nipples, and had again aroused me. I took his hand and placed it between my legs.
"No, not this time," he said, pulling me up so that I was on my knees. He then placed me so that I was straddling his face and facing the headboard of the bed. Quickly, and deftly, he ran his tongue over the lips of my cunt.
I eased down so my box would be closer to his mouth and slowly moved my body, only slightly, across his face. He took my cunt lips into his mouth and sucked on them. I closed my eyes and massaged my breasts, pinched the nipples, rubbed my stomach, and pressed against my mound. I was ecstatic. Adonis flicked his tongue in and out of my hole, which brought groans of passion from deep inside my body.
My breasts were red from where I had been rubbing them, and the nipples stood out what seemed like an inch. I knew no pain, however, because Adonis was lapping my cream, moving his tongue inside me, causing me to shoot off load after load of juice.
I grabbed the headboard and rode his face, as his tongue touched every inch of my joy box. I must have spewed out a gallon of fluid because it seemed like I would never stop coming. When I did, I fell to the side of the bed, exhausted. Adonis cleaned his face and turned to me.
"Like that?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Um um," was all I could reply, as I kissed him in appreciation.
We talked for awhile longer and he treated me to another finger job and also another lunch at the "Y".
The following day, when he checked out, I smiled a sincere 'thank you' at him.
Chapter Five
Youth knows no bounds, and this could be no truer than with a bellhop we had at the Barton. Billy was fifteen and had worked at the hotel for about two years. One night, just before going off duty, he stopped by my desk and told me his parents would be moving to another town in a few days and he would be quitting his job.
We talked for awhile, and I told him how sorry we were that he was leaving, that we would miss him and wished him the best.
His last day on the job, Billy again came by the desk, ostensibly to say goodbye. When conversation lagged, and he just stood there, I asked, "Is there anything else you wanted to say, Billy?"
He looked at me, then dropped his gaze to the floor, then looked around.
"We've known each other for a long time, Billy. I'll be glad to listen to whatever you have to say."
He looked at me, then blurted, "Miss Logan, I want to go to bed with you."
Silence. Dead silence. I was caught off guard, stunned, didn't know what to say. Billy, like the other men in and out of the hotel, was always looking at me, but he was only a boy, a fifteen-year-old boy.
"Billy," I said, almost in admonishment, though I had to admire his boldness. "Do you know what you just said?"
His face was red, but he had said it, now he was determined to follow through, embarrassed or not.
"Yes, I know what I said, Miss Logan." His voice was faltering, and he was fighting hard to control his fears. "I've watched you for two years now, and each time I see you I get a funny feeling inside. I know you think of me only as a teenager, and you've had older men ..."
"Billy, you shouldn't talk like that." I was astonished, but couldn't get mad at the boy. In many ways, I admired him for saying what was on his mind.
"I'm sorry, Miss Logan, I don't mean that as an insult. It's just that ... that I've wanted to go to bed with you since the first time I ever saw you."
A warm smile came to my face. I felt compassion for Billy and his feelings, and was flattered by his interest and desire.
"Billy, what would your parents think if they learned you were asking a woman to go to bed with you?"
There was no reply. I realized that was a silly question. Billy wasn't concerned with what his parents would say, and maybe he was right. There certainly would be no harm in making love, other than the boy being awfully young, ten years my junior.
"Miss Logan, I'm not a virgin. I've been around. Only a little, I will admit, but I have had a girl before." The last part of his statement almost bordered on bragging, but not quite.
I was silent for a few seconds, looking at the boy standing before me. He had propositioned me. Now, I had to decide what to do about it. "Billy, what time do you get off work?"
He looked at me, surprise on his face. "Five o'clock."
I looked at the clock on the wall. "It's now three. I get off in an hour. Come to my apartment when you finish here."
Amazement was on his face. He left the office without saying a word.
I didn't really expect Billy to show up; yet, I was hoping be would. Anyway, I had prepared for him and when there was a knock on my door a little past five o'clock, I was ready.
"Yes?" I called.
"It's Billy, Miss Logan."
"Come in, Billy."
The young boy opened the door and quietly closed it behind him. I was standing between him and a window. The sun was shining brightly and the extremely sheer negligee I had on did nothing to hide my natural assets.
Billy stood there and gaped. He looked at the pinkness of my nipples, the fullness of my upright breasts, the dark cleavage. Sweat popped out on his forehead and he ran his tongue across his lips. I gazed down and saw a slight bulge in his pants. If I wasn't careful, he would come in his jeans.
"Come over here, Billy." My voice was low, sultry. If this kid wanted to play grown-up games, then he would be treated as a grown-up.
He hadn't looked at my face since entering the room. His eyes kept darting from my breasts to the hairy mound between my legs. I let him look. I didn't know if he would be able to follow through on his desire, but I was going to give him a treat even if he wasn't.
"This is the first time you've seen me dressed like this, Billy. Do you like what you see?"
All he could do was nod his head. He still hadn't looked at my face. There were small beads of perspiration on his forehead. He rubbed his hands together and I could guess that his palms were moist. The bulge in his pants was getting bigger and from his reaction, I figured he was about ready to shoot his wad.
"Take off your clothes, Billy," I directed, as I slowly removed the negligee, and then stood fully nude before him.
The youth inhaled deeply as I stood there, naked, and it was probably the first time he had ever seen a live, nude woman before, other than maybe schoolgirls. He was so anxious that he almost tore his clothes trying to unbutton his shirt and pants.
"Slow down, Billy, don't get in a hurry. We have plenty of time." I tried to soothe him. It looked like he wanted to carry through, so I intended to make it as pleasant for him as possible.
When he was completely undressed, I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. His prick was wet on the end and the vein was pulsating. He was fairly well endowed for a boy his age, about five inches or so, I would guess, and about normal in diameter. His balls hung in a sac which was close to his penis, and the brown hands were thick and long.
When we were on the bed, I pulled Billy to me. "Kiss and suck my breasts, but not too hard."
The lad was inexperienced, but had been exposed, it was easy to see. He sucked hard and bit into the nipples, causing me to wince.
"Not too hard, I told you."
He cased off and did a much better job. His hand roamed my body, stopping only briefly at the mound of hair before it touched the target of his desires.
"You can put it in now, Billy." I wasn't ready to come, but knew he couldn't hold off much longer.
I was already moist, which permitted his small penis to enter my hole easily. Immediately, he started pumping fast and heavy. I pushed against him, indicating I wanted him to slow down.
"Is this the way you do it with the schoolgirls?" I asked, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but desiring to teach him a trick or two.
"Yes." He stopped, apparently waiting further instructions.
"This is what we call 'slam barn, thank you, ma'am,' and nobody really enjoys it. Just take your time. Don't-be in a hurry. The foreplay and actual intercourse are the most enjoyable part of the love act. Once you come, it's all over. So, go easy, enjoy it. Make it last. When you get ready to come, you'll increase your pace automatically."
He followed my instructions and slowed down considerably. Billy kissed me and kissed and sucked my nipples, at the same time he was pumping. I lifted and lowered my body to meet his thrusts and slowly built myself to the point that I could come when he was ready.
Billy began breathing heavier and his pace quickened. I knew he was on the edge, about ready to unload.
"Are you ready to come, Billy?"
"Uh huh," was his only response. His face was distorted in anticipation, and he was gasping for air.
"Okay. Pull it almost all the way out, then push it in as far as you can. Keep doing that until you come."
As he rammed home, I lifted my body to meet him. When he came, he groaned and I came with him. I don't know how long it had been since he had opened his floodgate, but he kept coming, after I had quit, and without even moving his penis. When he finished, he fell on top of me, his energies spent.
Evidently, this was the first time he had ever fucked a girl in such a manner. Before, he had always gone at it as quickly as he could and gotten it over with. He had never savored the long, drawn-out sexual act, which is by far the most enjoyable.
Billy rolled off me onto the bed, then I cradled him to me, with his head on one of my breasts.
"Did you like that, Billy?"
"Yes. Very much."
We lay silently for awhile and when I felt he had regained some of his strength and fluid, I spoke.
"Have you ever had oral sex?"
"You mean ..."
I let out a short laugh. "In the vernacular of the teenage crowd, have you ever eaten a woman or been sucked off?"
"No ... no."
"It's another way to have sex, and is almost as good as the conventional way."
"I've always thought of that as what queer do with each other."
"No, Billy," I said, laughing again. "Between many couples, it is as normal as any other sex act. Do you want to try it?"
"Okay. I'm game."
"Go in the bathroom and get a washcloth with warm water. Then, come back and wash both of us off."
Billy did as he was told, and the warmth of the cloth and his tender rubbing felt good. His prick was soft now, but it would be easy to arouse.
"Now, put your head between my legs. See the opening, where you had your penis before?"
"Just kiss it like it was a mouth. Then run your tongue along the lips, at first, and later put your tongue inside."
"When do I put my tongue inside?"
"You'll know the moment, Billy, you'll know."
Billy was a good and willing pupil. He kissed my cunt lips, sucked on them, and his tongue played magic. My body began to move and the thought that he was bringing such joy and excitement to a fully experienced woman, instead of a semi-experienced schoolgirl, must have given him more encouragement, because he began to play with my pussy with his hand as well as kiss and lick it.
"Now, Billy, move your body so that you are on top of me, but keep your head between my legs."
We were now in the '69' position, and his penis, hardening by the second, dangled just inches from my mouth. I pulled the skin back, exposing the bead, and licked it. Billy moaned and put his mouth even closer to my pussy.
"Don't get in a hurry, Billy, take your time," I cautioned.
He slowed down and I continued working on him. I pulled his body down so I could get his prick in my mouth. Since it wasn't too big, I was easily able to take the whole thing. His balls kept, hitting against my head as he pumped in and out of my mouth and I reached up and played with them. When I did, he pushed his tongue inside me as far as he could. I reacted to the sensation by biting into his rod. I heard him groan and then he pushed his straining cock deep into my mouth.
When his warm fluid began painting my throat, I joined him. He hesitated only momentarily when he felt my juice on his tongue, and then began lapping and tonguing even more. He had less fluid this time, and was soon finished.
He moved from on top of me, but without moving his head. He was still eating away, as if he had found some fabulous dessert and couldn't get enough of it. I started to stop him, but decided not to. If he wanted to eat me, let him go ahead. I was enjoying it. I played with his balls while he tongued me, but his prick would not rise. It would be awhile before he would be able to get an erection again.
But this didn't deter Billy. Almost as if he wanted to show his appreciation for what I had done, he continued kissing and sucking my cunt, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go and lapping at the walls. It wasn't long before I was again vibrating. I encased his head with my legs and slowly moved my body against his tongue. I had had sex with many men, and in many different fashions. This certainly wasn't the first time I had been eaten, and wouldn't be the last. But it was the first time I had been made to come one time after another.
I unloaded again, and Billy continued to lap away at the juice. I finally had to pull him away, or he would have eaten me into another climax. Not that I would have minded, but there were a few other little tricks I wanted to show my young student.
"Well, Billy, how did you like your first experience with oral sex?"
"Great. Just great." A typical teenage reaction to something, new, something enjoyable.
We rested for awhile and then I teased his prick, getting it aroused. When it was stiff enough, I climbed on top of him and let it slide slowly into my moist hole. My breasts were hanging above his face and he took one in each hand. As I took my, time riding his cock, he took his time kissing and sucking on my nipples. He even maneuvered my breasts to where he could put both nipples in his mouth at the same time.
A rippling sensation ran through my body when he did and I began riding his cook at a quicker pace.
"Are you ready to come?" I asked, in a gasping voice.
"No, not yet."
I reached behind me and took his balls in my hand. Playing with them soon put him on the brink. He squeezed my breasts and bit into the nipples, just as he unleashed his load. When I felt the juice hit my insides, I shot my wad. I sat down on him heavily, feeling his prick go in as far as it possibly could, as my juice flowed down over his rod.
He was young, but he recovered quickly. I was surprised that his recuperating powers were so rapid. After only a few minutes rest, his prick again rose to the occasion. This time, I had him fuck me dog-fashion.
"Billy, pull your penis out until only the head is inside. Then push forward, not too fast or too hard, until our bodies are together. Keep doing it that way until you're ready to come."
The boy's instinct was working, because as he was fucking me as I had directed, he played with my anus, moving his finger in and out, and rotating it inside me. As he would push his prick home, I would move back to where our bodies were as close as possible and to where his meathook could plow in as deeply as its length would allow.
His playing with my asshole caused me to come before he did. As I unloaded, I pushed against him as hard as I could, and he quit pumping until I was finished. When I quit pushing, he began pounding hard and deep, each time causing me to brace myself to keep from falling forward. He was on the verge of coming and I knew it would be only a matter of time. He finally rammed home, and his fluid painted the inside of my joy box. I squeezed his balls to get the last drop from his container.
When he had finished, he pulled his limp prick from my hole and rolled onto the bed, on his back. He was breathing heavily.
"Miss Logan," he said, panting. "I never imagined it would be like this. I was scared to death to talk to you today, but now, I'm sure glad I did."
That was quite a compliment coming from a fifteen-year old boy. I had had bigger cocks rammed into me, but had enjoyed few of them more than my experience with this young boy.
Before Billy left my apartment, we had oral sex again, and this time he made me come three times in succession before I finally, and reluctantly, pulled him away.
I have not seen Billy since that day, but I can imagine any of the schoolgirls he conquers now will never forget him. Someday, maybe, we will meet again. I would be interested in discovering what other experiences teach him through the years.
Chapter Six
Although the Barton Hotel was fairly small, as hotels go, and somewhat off the beaten path, we did manage to book a convention or two each year. These were usually the smaller ones, or the overflow when other, larger hotels were full. One convention in particular I will never forget.
The convention was for salesmen from a plastics firm, numbering not more than seventy or eighty people, and few of the men had brought their wives. We had done our best to make them comfortable and they seemed to be enjoying themselves.
It was a four-day convention and the third night, when I was finally relieved at the desk, I trodded wearily to the elevator. Four conventioneers were ahead of me and entered the elevator first. Each one, apparently with a snort or two under his belt, gave me a good going over and lustfully grinned at the other. When I got off on the floor where my apartment was located, they also got off.
"Say, little lady, how about coming into my room for a drink?" One of them was brave and pushed forward to make the first approach.
"Thanks, but I'll pass tonight. I'm awfully tired. It's been a full day."
"Then a drink is just what you need," another one spoke up.
"No, really, I ..."
The man who had initiated the offer had already opened the door to his room and was beckoning me inside.
"We won't hurt you, just want a little female companionship, and you're about the most beautiful female we've seen since arriving in this town."
I wasn't worried about getting hurt. I was tired, and if they did make any advances, which I felt certain was their intent. I didn't know if I could handle them, especially all four of them. But despite my tiredness, I hadn't had a screw of any kind in two weeks, and was about ready for some bed robbing.
"Well, all right, but just for one drink."
It was about nine o'clock when the five of us entered the room. We had several drinks and the more the whiskey flowed, the braver they became. Around ten o'clock, they started telling dirty jokes and when they saw I wasn't blushing, they became bolder. I was pretty tipsy by this time and the jokes, especially the rawer ones, sent little shivers through my body.
One of the men got up and turned the radio on then, making a half-bending gesture, he asked if I would dance with him.
"Gladly, kind sir," I replied, as I put my drink on a nearby table and wobbled into his arms.
Neither of us was in very good shape for dancing, but we tried, and when we started twirling, we fell onto the bed, laughing drunkenly. I felt his hand on my crotch, but didn't push it away. This encouraged him to further exploration, and he slowly moved his hand under my skirt, up my thighs, until he reached his destination. Cupping his hand between my legs, he slowly massaged my mound. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, running my tongue over my lips.
The radio was still playing, but other than that, there was silence. I opened my eyes and saw the other three men standing there, lust on their faces, drooling as their fellow salesman worked me over.
The four of them undressed and I could see they were all ready for a fucking. Their pricks stuck straight out, and the large veins were throbbing. My eyes were bleary, but even under these conditions I could see that they varied in size and shape. None of them were exceptionally large, but right then, I could have cared less.
"You're all undressed," I slurred, "but I'm still fully clothed. That's not fair."
The one who had been on the bed with me took my hands and pulled me up. Each of them took turns taking off a piece of my clothing. One took off the blouse, the other my bra, then my skirt, and last, but not least, my panties. When this was done, they took their time and looked me over from head to foot. The joy in looking, I guess, is almost as good as the joy in taking.
"What a build," one of them whispered.
"Ain't she something to look at!"
"Lady, if you're only half as good in bed as you look, you're a real tiger."
"Only one way to find out, fellow, only one way to find out." Now I was getting braver, and more anxious to get on with it. I had never taken on four men in one night. In fact, until Ray and Bill, I had never taken on two. Now, I was breathing heavier, anxious for the experiment to begin. I didn't know if I could last, but I'd certainly give it one hell of a try. I lowered myself to the bed and laid back. I was ready anytime they were.
I heard some mumbling and I guess they must have decided who would go first, because when I glanced up they were in a sort of line, each waiting his turn.
The first man climbed on and put his pole in my joy box. I spread my legs to make it easer for him and he slid in on the first try. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. As he pumped, I moved my hips to meet his every thrust. It felt good, and I even enjoyed looking at the men watching us, their faces revealing their eagerness for the opportunity to penetrate my hot box. I was beginning to believe some of them wouldn't be able to hold back and would end up jacking off.
My first Don Juan was great at ramming home. He liked to push it all the way in and then rub hard against me. It was delicious. By doing this, he touched every square inch of my cunt. I could feel the head of his prick against the far end of my wall and his rubbing made me hump against him even more.
I shot my load before he did, and the warm fluid engulfing his stiff rod must have set him off. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and then took it home, slowly, gently and unloading his juice just as he shoved against my innermost wall. The hot liquid felt good and I moaned satisfactorily as I let my legs slip from around his waist.
The next man, although not as well endowed as the first, certainly knew how to use what he did have. He spread my legs, lifted them so my feet were on either side of his head, and then slid his prick home. He was a rammer, and it felt like a piled river every time he scored. With my legs up, and my rear and the lower portion of my back off the bed, I had no way of cushioning myself for his penetrating thrusts. I took them and grunted each time he shoved inside me. I will admit, he spared no mercy, and almost had me begging him to quit. But I couldn't do that. I also enjoyed it, despite the pain, and when he shot his wad, I joined him, filling my hole with even more joy juice.
I felt a bigger cock pushing into me when the third man climbed aboard. I was still humping from the last man, although I came with him, and fucked wildly this time around. He had been stimulated by watching the orgy, because he didn't last long. A few thrusts and he was coating my pussy. I wasn't ready, so I held him in a vise-like grip with my legs until I could come.
I had never come three times in a row so quickly, and knew I would have to let the fourth man enjoy himself without joining him. I knew I couldn't come again that soon. But I was in for a surprise.
When he got on the bed, he turned me over on my stomach and lifted my hips in the air. I figured I was in for dog-fashion fucking. And he did push his cock into my box. But then he slid his legs between mine and pulled me down on his prick. My legs were extended toward his head and my head was between his feet.
He massaged my buttocks while I rode his rod and then pushed his finger in my anus and twisted it around. I saw stars! The more he rotated his finger, the faster I fucked. I was gasping for air and my arms felt so weak that I knew I would fall any minute. But I had to come! I had to unload!
The more he worked on me, the harder I fucked, and the harder I fucked, the closer I came to an orgasm. I groaned loudly as the man fingered my asshole faster and faster, making me come again. Then I fell forward, weak, empty, tired, and deliriously happy and satisfied.
The man had not come, but he was about ready. He moved and shifted me to my knees, then he screwed me dog-fashion, pushing what felt like a cement cock all the way home and making me groan each time he did. When he came, I felt a slight burning sensation inside, and knew I must be getting a little raw. But there was no stopping now. The quartet wasn't through with me.
I slipped forward on the bed as the fourth man pulled his penis from my box. The first man was ready again and turned me over on my back and mounted me. It took him longer to come this time. Then, each of them went another round. I was screwed eight times in less than an hour, and still don't understand how my pussy held so much fluid. I even managed to come twice again while the four were taking seconds.
They eased off after the second round and we had a few more drinks. I was sore between the legs and should have gotten up and gone to my apartment. But the whiskey kept me going, and I was enjoying the orgy. I imagined the insides of my box were black and blue from the pounding it had taken, but from the looks on the faces of the four men, they weren't finished with me yet.
After a few more drinks, two of them pushed me back on the bed and began sucking on my tits. I reached down and took one cock in each hand and slowly and gently stroked them until they became erect. I moved to their balls and played with them. A third man climbed over my legs to my head and put his cock in my mouth while the fourth began eating at my cunt. What a sight! Being fucked in the mouth while giving two hand jobs, and being eaten at the same time! What an orgy!
The two men on either side of me rolled over on their backs and let me pound away at their meat, while alternately playing with their jewels. They continued rubbing my breasts and tweaking the nipples.
The third man was slowly easing his cock in and out of my mouth, while I sucked hard on each stroke and chewed at his rod and the head. Meanwhile, I was being treated to a wonderful eating. The man between my legs must give his wife a fit when he eats her, because he was an expert. He pulled my cunt lips into his mouth and sucked. Each time he did, I would pound the meat on either side of me harder, and bite into the cock in my mouth. When my diner shoved his tongue deep inside my box, I almost went into a frenzy. I wrapped my legs around his head and pushed as hard as I could against him.
The two men to whom I was giving a hand job were gyrating madly, because I was beating their meat so fast they were having spasms. Even after they came, and I felt the warm liquid on my hands, I kept beating, until their pricks had shrunk to half their normal size. The men had to finally pull my hands off.
When they moved away, I took my excitement out on my blow job. I now had my hands free and began massaging his balls and playing with his anus. He started pushing his cock harder and deeper into my throat, so deep, in fact, that I had to hold him back with my hands. When I felt his fluid draining down my throat, I gobbled at his meat as if it were the last drop I'd ever get. He moaned and rotated his hips, draining his fluid to the last drop, and just about choking me. He had to force himself away, because I had him in such a grip, and was still sucking his shrinking tool.
I now turned my attention to satisfying my own needs. I placed both hands on my diner's bead and pulled him deeper into my crotch.
"That's it, eat me, suck me. Make it good. That's it." I was delirious. I could have gone on like this forever but, unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. I felt my gate open and tried to force it closed. I didn't want to end this paradise. But I couldn't stop myself. The flood tide began, and I humped hard with each spurt, coating my eater's tongue with the sticky fluid.
The men went to the bathroom and washed themselves. One of them brought a warm cloth and washed my face and crotch. I was too weak to move; all I could do was lie there on the bed, fully exposed, rubbing my stomach. I didn't even have the energy to close my legs; they were spread where anyone who wanted to could hop on.
The quartet wasn't in much better shape. They were walking slowly, stroking their aching pricks, and looking at me with satisfied smiles on their faces. Bet they had never expected to find someone like me in the big city!
It was almost midnight before I finally got enough strength to move. I told them I had enjoyed it, but had to get to my apartment, that I had to work the next day. They insisted that I have a few more drinks with them, which I did.
I ended up spending the night and we had one orgy after another. I lost count of how many times I came. The last I could remember was about fifteen. My box was never empty for any length of time-there was another prick in it whenever one was pulled out. I sucked off each of the men at least once, and each one of them ate me beautifully. It was quite a night.
I slipped out early the next morning and struggled to my apartment. I didn't have to go to work until that night and I was certainly glad. I would never have been able to make it through the day.
Back in my apartment, I took a shower and when I washed my crotch, it was so tender that I winced each time I touched it. I closed my eyes and let the warm water run over my body, down across my breasts, over the mound of hair between my legs, along the lips of my cunt.
I hummed as I rubbed the mound, satisfied with a good night's entertainment.
Chapter Seven
I seldom turn down a roll in the hay, basically because I'm usually as horny as most men I meet. There are times, however, when I am not interested or when the man making the proposition turns me off. If called on to explain how a particular man turns me off, I couldn't do it. It is unexplainable. It is not altogether his looks, his dress, or his manner. It is, more than likely, something inside that makes me step back and shake my head. Such was the case in a frightening experience I had at the hotel, one which I hope never to have again.
A nice-looking man in his thirties checked into the hotel one night and, like most men, kept a steady eye on me, or rather, on my body. Later, when the lobby was less crowded, he propositioned me, by offering to buy drinks. When I turned him down, he invited me to his room. Again, I refused.
This was one of those unexplainables. I don't know why I turned him down. He was good-looking enough, and dressed neatly, and looked like he might be a good bed partner. But, for some reason, I kept saying no.
Later that evening, when I went off duty, he was sitting in the lobby and tried to put the make on me again. I politely refused and walked to the elevator, with the man close behind. When I entered the car, he followed. On the ride up, he continued with his bill of goods and I continued to say no. I was glad the elevator stopped at his floor, but this good feeling vanished quickly when my fellow passenger pulled a long knife from his pocket and pressed it against my stomach.
"Why don't we walk quietly to my room? We can have a few drinks and see what develops from there."
I was terrified of the knife and had no ambition to be a cut-up, or dead, heroine. I did as I was told and when we were in his room, he motioned for me to sit down.
"Listen, beautiful," the man began, menacingly, "I'm going to tell you this just once. If you try to scream or run away, this knife will make marks on you you'll never get rid of. I guarantee, if you give me any trouble, I'll fix it so that no man will ever look at you again."
If he had intended to scare me, he succeeded. I was petrified! The knife, with a blade about six inches long, looked razor sharp, and the light reflecting on the bright steel made it even more ominous. He would have no trouble from me.
Laying the knife on the nightstand, but never moving more than inches away from it, the man undressed. He had a nice piece of meat hanging between his legs, but wider the circumstances I couldn't get too excited about it. Coming back, to where I was sitting, he pushed his prick in my face.
"Eat it, baby, and make it good. Remember this." He brandished the knife, and pulled the cold steel blade along my neck. Cold shivers ran down my spine. There was no way for me to get away. I had to play his game.
Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock in, almost down my throat. I began sucking as hard as I could and tonguing the head. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Maybe then he would let me go. To speed things up, I took his huge balls in my hand and manipulated them.
The man put his hands on each side of my head and shoved his cock into me as hard as he could, almost choking me. I gagged several times but he didn't stop. He still held the knife and I could feel the cold metal against my head. He gave a final, deep thrust and I choked. I tried to pull away but he was too strong for me. When he came, I was unable to swallow and almost threw up. The white fluid was choking me, but he wouldn't let go. When he finally finished, he slowly, pulled his prick from my mouth and I could see the remnants of his juice and my saliva on his meat. I started coughing and could eventually breathe again.
"Not bad, sweet stuff, not bad. Now, undress and come to the bed."
My stomach felt queasy and I thought I was going to throw up. The feeling soon passed, however, and I took off my clothes. The man fondled my breasts, pinched the nipples, and played with the hair on my mound. He laid down on the bed and patted for me to join him. My eyes were on the knife, and I obeyed like a trained kitten.
"Play with it," he said, pointing to his shrunken penis.
I took it in my hand, not looking at his face, and stroked the meat and played with his balls. He massaged my breasts, fingered my pussy, and played with my anus. With the threat of a knife facing me, I wasn't going to be easy to arouse. Soon, his cock was at full staff, pointing straight up.
"Kiss it, baby, all over, and my balls, too."
I did as I was told. I put my lips to the head, along the side, and took his balls in my mouth and sucked on them. I continued this for some time and thought he should be ready to come again. I was surprised when he stopped me.
"Now, on top. Mount my cock and fuck me like hell."
That's why he had been fingering my cunt-to get it juicy so his rod would slide in easier. I eased down on his manhood and felt it open my passage as it slid toward home. Then I started riding. I twisted my body as I maneuvered, hoping to get him to come.
"Come on, baby, I said hard and fast." He pulled the knife across my breasts, which were dangling above him. He didn't even take them in his hands or suck on them. I rode him hard and fast. He started humping to meet my thrusts and when he was ready to unload, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down as hard as he could, lifting his body into me.
I thought my insides had been torn open, the meeting was so hard. I winced and it only made him smile. I felt the warmness of his fluid as it filled my box. He grunted as he shot his cum into me. When he was finished he rolled me onto the bed.
Now, I had another problem. His pounding and ramming had aroused me and I needed to come. But, I wasn't going to let him know. I lay there, quietly and without moving. If he had even touched my breasts or cunt, I would have begun gyrating.
Neither of us spoke for a long time. I was hoping he would fall asleep or let me go. He was evidently trying to decide what next to to do me, or with me. This gave me time for my emotions to calm somewhat, and I was less aroused than before. I felt I could hold off and not give him the satisfaction of making me come.
I felt the bed give and I opened my eyes. His big cock, now hard as a rock, was above my face. Before I even had a chance to take a breath, he shoved it into my mouth and began pumping. He was rougher than before and I had to take short breaths when he pulled his cock up, because he shoved it so far into my throat that I choked. Again, he filled my throat with his white fluid, and this time I strangled and coughed up some of the stuff.
"You need to do this more often, beautiful. Your throat should be a lot bigger. Maybe I'll enlarge it for you before the day is out."
His threat scared me to death, and I began to shiver.
"Can I put my clothes on? I'm getting cold."
"No. A body like yours should never be covered."
Those were the last words he spoke for several minutes. He sat in a chair, playing with the knife. His prick was lying limply between his legs. I sat huddled on the bed, not moving, and afraid to speak. I had no idea how long this orgy was going to last, and couldn't do a thing about it.
The man made a movement and I glanced in his direction. He was stroking his pole and I could see it beginning to rise. Oh, God, here we go again! When he had it erect, he motioned for me to come to him. I got off the bed and walked to the chair.
"Spread your legs."
When I had done as he said, he put his hand between my legs and rubbed my pussy. The more he rubbed, the wetter it became. He pushed his finger into my hole and I inhaled quickly. I wasn't especially aroused, his action had just taken me by surprise. But when he continued fingering me, I did feel some heat inside. Then he quit, just as suddenly as he had begun.
"Have a seat, beautiful. Right here, on my joy stick."
I straddled the chair and sat down easily as the piece of meat entered my cunt. I was facing him and this time he played with my breasts, tweaking the nipples and rubbing my globes. I was in an awkward position, but it didn't seem to bother him at all. He slid down in the chair so that his cock would go deeper with each thrust. My legs were cramping and his penetrations were like a steel rod inside my box. I felt tears come to my eyes and, on top of all that, I was getting hot. With him playing with my breasts, and my box aching from his pounding, my emotions were reaching the boiling point.
I must have made it too apparent, because he quit rubbing my breasts, and pounded his hunk harder and faster into my hole. I could hardly stand it anymore, and wanted to come so bad I could taste it. I rode him faster and faster, but he came first, filling me up and I felt his juice trickle down onto the hair around my box.
Even though he had come, I continued to ride his prick, wanting to unload. He didn't let me. Quickly, he pulled me up, off his cock, and held meat arm's length. My eyes were closed and my hips were moving. I know there was a pleading on my face.
"Say, baby, do you want to come?" he asked, teasingly.
I nodded my head.
"Come on, I didn't hear you." He placed his hand on my mound and pushed. I shoved toward him and he withdrew his hand.
"Yes. Yes." I was breathing heavily, lustfully, and my hands wouldn't be still. Yet he held me firmly, a full arm's length away.
"Yes, what?" he continued. He was tormenting me and knew it. But it was his game. He would alternately play with my breasts and then my mound. I had to come!
"Yes. I want to come," I almost screamed.
"Well, now, beautiful, just how do you come? What does it take to make you come?"
When I didn't answer, he bent over and sucked on my nipples, driving me insane, and then rubbed between my legs. I groaned, pitifully.
"You fuck. You have to fuck." I almost yelled it out.
"Then ask me for it." His tone was deep, sadistic.
"Please. Please. Fuck me. So I can come. Please." I was almost hysterical with desire. My body was gyrating and sweat was on my forehead.
I don't know how, but his cock was already rigid. He pushed me back on the bed and I spread my legs, waiting for him to drive home. Wanting him to drive home. When I felt nothing, I opened my eyes and saw that he was just standing there, looking at me, watching my hips move, staring at the moistness between my legs. His steel hard cock was pointing straight at my burning hole.
When he didn't mount me, I looked into his eyes. A sinister smile came across his lips. Instead of climbing on me, he took my hand and laid it on my mound of damp hair.
"You want to come, baby? Then do it that way. Finger yourself."
I looked at him, stunned.
"That's the only way you're going to shoot off your wad, beautiful. With your own hand." He put his hand on top of mine and pressed down. I could feel the pressure and lifted my hips against it. I leaned back and closed my eyes. He took my middle finger and forced it into my hole. Then he began pumping with my finger. In just a few short strokes, he removed his hand and I continued by myself. I couldn't help it. I had to come! It didn't take long. I was in such a frenzy that even my small finger did the trick. I came and came, moaning, groaning, twisting, turning. I poured out a gallon it would seem, before I could finally control my body and remove my finger.
I wept softly as I rolled over on my side. The frustration, the embarrassment, the fright, it all came pouring out.
I wasn't on my side very long before he pulled at my hips and the next thing I knew I was on my elbows and knees and that iron pipe of his was pounding me unmercifully. He pulled out to where only the head was inside and then rammed in as hard as he could. I thought I would pass out before he came. But he held my, hips in a strong grip and there was nothing I could do except let him pound away.
The man was thrusting so hard that even, he was grunting. Our bodies clapped as he slammed into me each time and I knew he must be ripping my insides apart. My box would never be the same.
Suddenly, he yanked his cock out of my hole. I knew he hadn't come and wondered what he was up to. Before I had time to contemplate, I felt a sharp pain in my anus. He was pounding my ass! Tears came to my eyes and I almost cried out loud. I was on the verge of yelling my head off, despite the knife he had, when he pulled his prick out and put it back in my pussy. A few hard strokes and be was finished. His fluid caused my box to burn. When he finished, I fell forward, aching, sore, scared, and tired. Surely, now he would let me go. What else could he do to me?
Much to my regret, he wasn't finished. He walked out of the bathroom, washing his cock with a cloth. Looking at me, my hair a mess, my body sore in every spot, my joy box no longer a joy, and my asshole so tender I could hardly sit, he gave a broad grin.
"Look what I've done, beautiful, I've washed your dinner for you."
Oh, no, not again! Before I could say a word, I felt the hunk of meat in my mouth and his hands on either side of my head. Tears were streaming down my face and I was choking. I could hardly breathe. But that didn't stop him. He shoved his cock as far into my mouth as he could, then pulled it out. In and out. Deeper and deeper. Just when I was on the verge of passing out, I felt his hot fluid flushing down my throat. He held me tight against him, draining every drop, making sure I swallowed everything he poured into me.
I lay back on the bed, completely helpless. I was bruised from his rough handling. My stomach churned. My head hurt. My cunt was so sore I could hardly put my legs together. My breasts even had teeth marks where he had chewed on them.
As he walked toward me, I didn't know what to expect next. I was surprised when he brought towels from the bathroom and tied my feet and hands, then used another to put around my mouth.
"I'm leaving you now, baby. You're lucky. But you've been a good fucking partner. If you hadn't, my knife would have made mince meat out of you."
It was too good to be true! Was he really leaving? Was I soon to be rid of him?
The man dressed, put the few clothes he had taken out back in his suitcase, and walked to the door. Hardly looking at me, he walked out the door and closed it behind him.
I lay there for long moments, fearful he would return. Several times I heard footsteps in the hail. I broke out in a cold sweat, afraid it was him. After a long while, when I had gathered some of my strength, I squirmed until I had loosened the towels. I slipped into my clothes and made it to my apartment without being seen.
Once inside, I double-locked the door, sit down in the nearest chair, and cried. Finally, when I had no more tears, I stumbled to the bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it. I stood there for long minutes, letting the refreshing water run over my body, hoping to wash away the memory.
It wouldn't, of course.
Chapter Eight
I think I didn't report the rape for the same reason most other women don't the shame, the accusation that would probably follow. Also, how could I ever tell someone what had gone on in that hotel room? Could you?
Time is a great healer, and it wasn't long before I was my old self and enjoying sex-in the normal manner! In fact, I even had a brief fling with a temporary night clerk hired by the hotel.
I was in my office late one night when John, the clerk, came in. I had noticed him eyeing me ever since he started working, but had never given him any encouragement. The only reason I put out for Billy, the bellhop, was because he was leaving the hotel. I had not been too interested in getting anything started with any of the employees, except for Mr. Barton, and he was different.
"Would you like a cup of coffee, Miss Logan?" John asked, as he entered the office. Coffee, my ass. I knew the minute he walked in the door what was on his mind.
"Just finished a cup, John. Thanks, anyway."
"Anything else I can do for you?"
I laid down the papers that I had been reading and looked at him.
"What's on your mind, John? You didn't come in here just to bring me a cup of coffee."
Undaunted, he walked to the desk and looked me straight in the eyes.
"No, Miss Logan, that isn't why I came in. I want to screw you, and I've been wanting to do that ever since I started working here."
"John, what are you saying?" I was astonished at his bluntness, but not taken aback. I knew that had been on his mind.
"Fire me. What the hell do I care. I'm going to leave here day after tomorrow anyway. But before I go, I want to make love to you. I want to take those beautiful tits and kiss and bite and suck 'em. I want to push my prick into your cunt so bad I can taste it. And I might even want to do that,
I wasn't flabbergasted by what he was saying, but by his frankness. I had never heard anyone be as open about it as he was. I guess, since he would be leaving the hotel soon, he figured he had nothing to lose.
"John, I ..."
"Wait, Miss Logan. I don't think I'm upsetting you, for I doubt that you're a virgin. No one would have a body like you do by keeping it shrouded in mystery, untouched. And I'm not going to rape you. I want you to enjoy it, too. I have a good size hunk of meat hanging I think I can give you a good time."
I sat there, dumbfounded. That familiar twinge was between my legs, because his words had stirred me. I didn't want to give in so easily though, but I knew he meant what he said. I could push him out the door and have no further problem with him. And yet, I wasn't sure that was what I wanted to do.
"John, why me? I'm sure there are plenty of girls who would go to bed with you, and if you're as well endowed as you seem to think you are, I'm certain they would enjoy it and give you a good time."
John walked to the door and locked it. Before I could say anything, he unzipped his pants and exposed his cock. It was big, the largest I had ever seen! I don't know if I could even take it. What am I saying?
"Please," I said, "zip up your pants."
"Come on, Miss Logan. Right here. Right now. Let's have a little set-to. But if you really want me to, I'll leave."
My eyes dropped to that giant hunk of meat, which wasn't even erect. That twinge between my legs was getting more prominent and I felt an aching sensation in my nipples.
"I ... I ..."
John walked to the desk, his cock still hanging out, and pulled me to him. Without saying a word, he placed my hand on his prick and the second I touched it, it sprang up. He kissed me full on the lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth. Slipping his hand inside my blouse, he gently and lovingly rubbed my breasts. I realized that my hand was still on his hardening cock, but instead of removing it, I squeezed.
John's hand dropped to my crotch and he rubbed with an expert touch. Moving his hand behind me, he unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. He then squeezed my crotch again and rubbed between my legs. A low moan escaped from my throat. I was still holding onto his ever-enlarging tool and began slowly stroking it.
Without breaking the kiss, he unbuttoned my blouse, removed it, and then unsnapped my bra. When my breasts were free, he teasingly played with the nipples and massaged the globes. He continued this for a few minutes, then undressed himself. Stepping back, he looked me over.
"Goddamn, you look just like I thought you would. You should put your body on display and charge men a thousand dollars just to look at you. You would be wealthy in no time."
Without giving me a chance to reply, he had me in his arms, pushing his body against mine. After removing my panties, I could feel his pole against my mound Gently, he pushed me back on the desk and spread my legs. I was already wet from the excitement and he had no difficulty in penetrating my hole. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He moved slowly at first, very gentle, very loving, stroking with care, and giving me a wonderful sensation. I moved with him, enjoying the bigness of his cock. It filled up every nook and cranny inside me and my box seemed glad to open up and let it in.
Lying as I was, with my breasts pointing straight up, gave John ready access to playing with his toys. His fingers deftly covered my body, while he was at the same time increasing his body strokes. He would rub my nipples for only an instant, then travel over the rest of my body, then back to my nipples. It was a thrilling sensation-his light touch-and made me increase my movements with big.
Switching from the pumping motion, he pushed as hard as he could against me and began moving his body, rubbing me joyfully. His cock was causing me to go into orbit. I rubbed against him and it sent even more thrills through me.
"Are you ready to come?" he asked, softly.
"Yes," I breathlessly replied. "Come with me."
That was all it took. He grabbed my breasts, pulled his cock back until it was almost out, then brought it home.
Our orgasms were like tidal waves. Our juices met and we were humping like mad, anxious to get each drop out, yet not wanting this paradise to end. I was pulling at his arms, putting my hands on the exposed parts of my breasts. I was wild. Finally, when I had nothing left, I moaned and my legs dropped from his waist.
John didn't pull away. He pushed in closer, not wanting his shrinking prick to come out. He leaned over and kissed me. I returned the kiss and our tongues did a tango. He rubbed my breast and my hand traveled along his back. We continued like this for several minutes, playing, kissing, and I felt his cock beginning to rise again. Soon, we were once more fucking, this time, however, slower, easier, enjoying it even more than the first.
John withdrew his penis and pulled me from the desk. Taking me in his arms, he gave me a long, lingering kiss, which I gladly returned. We moved to the small couch on the far side of the room and lay facing each other. We began foreplay again and it wasn't long before we were ready for another round.
John's penis was as hard as steel and I rolled him over on his back. Sliding down slowly, I felt the monster penetrate my ever-widening box. I sat down on his body and had the entire length of his cock inside me. Then, I began a circular motion. He played with my breasts and rubbed the mound, of hair between my legs. I don't know what happened, but before I could say anything, almost without warning, I tightened my legs against his sides and felt my juice spurt. I came and wasn't really expecting it!
"Don't quit now, honey," John said. "I want to come and want it to shoot up inside your box. Stay where you are."
I had no intention of moving, and began my circular motion again. That must have been what did it, because I came twice more before he even came once. But when he did, he flooded me, even more than the first time he came. I don't know where he got it, but he was loaded with juice.
Again, we lay side by side on the couch. This time, however, there was no immediate return to sex play. We were both empty. It would be a little while, before we could replenish our supply.
But the time came, and John mounted me and put his throbbing meathook in my waiting pussy. We were good sex-mates. Each of is liked it slow and easy, to spread it out, enjoy it longer. We must have done a good half hour of steady fucking, never stopping, just continual pumping and humping. But it felt so good that neither of us wanted to come. It couldn't last though, because the emotions can take only so much enticement, then they have to explode. Ours did-fully, completely.
John had to leave, so we got off the couch and walked back to the desk, where we had laid our clothes.
"Well, Chris, was the interlude worth it?"
I gave him a long, passionate kiss. That was my answer.
He returned the kiss and pressed against my body. I could feel his prick hardening, and pulled away.
"Do you have to go?" I asked, wishing in many ways he could stay.
"Afraid I do," he replied, rather wistfully, holding my hands, and looking at my body. "God, I hate to walk out and leave this standing here."
He pulled me to him and we kissed again. His rod was even stiffer and I pushed hard against him. John's destination would have to wait. He lifted my body and placed my legs around his waist. He leaned against the desk and then shoved his stiff rod into my joy box. We were in a position too awkward to allow us to fuck the conventional way; so we just rubbed against each other, with his cock pressing against my insides, and my walls giving the head of his prick hell. I know his back must have been breaking, holding me and moving his body at the same time, but it didn't seem to bother him.
Our kisses were feverish and our tongues plowed against each other until they were almost raw. Sweat was beginning to pop out on my forehead and I could feel small rivulets between my breasts. My arms were around John's neck and I felt the moisture on his body. Despite the discomfort, and the perspiration, we wouldn't stop. We were enraptured, and his big cock was playing havoc with my emotions, making me want to fuck him all night.
It took us a long time to come and, when we did, it was all John could do to continue holding me. His knees weakened as he shot his wad and for a minute I thought he might fold under our weight. When I unloaded, I squeezed my legs so tight that I must have cut off his wind. But it was an unusual and exciting way to screw, and we both enjoyed it, neither wanting to let go.
John left the hotel two days later. We did manage to get in a couple of more good bed sessions before he departed, however. Damn, I would have loved to cut off his cock and preserve it for future use. I feel that familiar twinge between my legs every time I think about it.
Chapter Nine
I hadn't been at the Barton Hotel long when one night a couple registered. He was young, handsome, well-built, neat, the all-male figure. His wife, who was in a wheel chair, was very pretty, and I imagine, at one time a beauty queen somewhere.
They were frequent visitors to the hotel, coming from upstate each year to shop, see the shows, and allow the wife to undergo medical checkups at one of the big hospitals. She had been in a serious automobile wreck a few years back and her spine had been severely damaged. I learned from the hotel gossip that there was practically no hope she would ever walk again, but she had faith, and kept coming back to see the doctors, always getting the same saddening prognosis each year.
From what I gathered, her husband had been driving the car when they had the wreck. They had been at a party and he had had a few too many drinks. His wife, as well as the other guests, tried to talk him out of driving home, but he insisted. On the way, he ran through a barrier and into a ravine. The car rolled, but he was thrown free, while his wife was trapped in the almost completely crushed vehicle.
Rumor also had it that he thought he was God's gift to womanhood, and tried to put the make on every girl he met. Gossip was that his wife could no longer have sexual relations and the only reason her husband stayed with her, and falsely played the doting mate, was because of the money her parents had left her when they died.
Part of the gossip proved true the evening they checked in. I was working the desk and as the man registered, he went out of his way to touch my hand, to talk, and to flash his most winning smile at me. I was courteous, but kept my distance. My sympathy was with his wife, and he certainly did nothing to arouse my emotions; although he tried.
One afternoon, late, the husband entered the lobby alone. Seeing that I was at the desk, he made a beeline in my direction.
"Good afternoon, Miss Logan, and how are you?"
"Just fine, Mr. James, thank you. Would you like your key?"
"Yes, please. By the way, my wife checked into the hospital this afternoon and will be there for the next two days. I have a lot of time on my hands, so why don't the two of us have a drink and talk awhile?"
Here it comes. The wife's away, so now the rat's going to play.
"I'm sorry, Mr. James, but I'm working."
"You don't work all the time. When do you finish here?"
"At eight, but ..."
"Good. I'll meet you then. We can go to the bar, or ... to my room. I have a bottle up there."
His hand covered mine, but I slowly pulled mine away.
"I'm sorry, Mr. James, but ..."
"See you at eight, Miss Logan."
Without waiting for any further comment, he took his key and walked toward the elevator. I'll be damned if he's going to get me in his bed. Yet, maybe he will. Maybe ... he ...will.
Mr. James was punctual; he was standing at the desk at eight o'clock as I did my final check out.
"Miss Logan, why don't we go to the bar and have a drink or two, and something to eat. We'll see what develops from there."
That cocky grin was on his face, but I had decided to play along with his game for a while. We had a couple of drinks and a light snack. We danced, talked, and got on a first-name basis. His was Ben.
He never mentioned his wife all the time we were together. He was a good conversationalist and capable of continually talking without once mentioning his wife, or the fact that he was even married. By eleven o'clock, he was ready to make his move.
"Chris, let's go to my room. I have a bottle of the best whisky money can buy. We can talk and then ..."
He had his arm across my chair and his hand was on my back. His fingers played with the hook of my bra and lust was very evident in his eyes. I played it coy, hesitating at first. I wanted him to think he had conned me to his room through his wily maneuvers and slick talk.
We no sooner entered his room than he pulled me to his arms. When he attempted to kiss me, I gently pushed him away.
Smiling wistfully, I said, "I thought we came up here for drinks and talk."
He returned the smile and headed for the closet. Pulling out a bottle, he took two glasses from the bathroom, filled them with ice, and poured the brown liquid.
I sat in the chair by the desk, which left the only other chair, situated on the opposite side of the room, for him. I had planned it that way. He was facing me and I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs, giving him a fleeting glimpse of my thighs. The blouse I wore was a silky one, and rather tight. It looked as if my breasts were trying to break through the thin material.
Ben never missed a glance when I crossed my legs. When he wasn't looking there, his eyes were on my breasts. I knew it wouldn't be long before he would be leaving his chair and heading in my direction. I wasn't wrong.
Ben came over and bent down on one knee beside me. This time, when he kissed me, I didn't push him off. His hand unbuttoned my blouse and expertly massaged my breasts. He tweaked the nipples and kissed the exposed flesh of my mounds. While doing this, his other hand was playing with my legs, slowly moving up my thighs, toward his destination. When I didn't rebel, he pulled me from the chair and undressed me. When I was completely nude, he undressed. His cock, not bad in size, was already starting its erection, anxious to get on with it.
"Ben, before we start, I have to tell you that I'm a woman who has to be played with before she has sex. It's even better when I've had a climax or two before you start. But, I promise, if you do that for me, I'll show you a hell of a good time in bed."
His eyes were first on my large tits and erect nipples, then shifted to my cuntmound. I had him in my power. He would do anything I asked.
"No objection on my part," he said, his words slurred with lust.
He steered me to the bed and began kissing and sucking my breasts and rubbing between my legs. My cunt was getting moist from his play as he continued rubbing the lips, the clitoris, and the mound of hair. My hips began moving, responding to his play, and he pushed his finger into my pussy as far as it would go.
As he thrusted, I raised my hips to meet him. I held his head to my breasts, wanting him to continue to suck and bite while he fingered me. He moved his hand slow, allowing me to enjoy his action. He had long fingers, and this made it feel even better.
Ben fingered me for several minutes, until I was moving faster, then increased the speed of his thrusts. I crossed my legs, but still gave him room to operate. He increased his finger motion even faster and I was humping wildly. I pulled his face into my breasts so hard that I could hear him having difficulty breathing. My concern, however, was in coming, not his breathing, and I held him tightly and gyrated against his finger.
When I opened up my box, Ben pushed his finger in as far as he could and rotated it, making me unload all my fluid. Even after I had finished, he left his finger there, still moving it slowly.
He had done a good job. I would reward him now, but only to a degree. Ben was lying beside me, on his back, with one hand rubbing my breasts and playing with the nipples. I reached down and took his tool in my hand and gently stroked it. I played with his balls, pulled the skin back on his prick and teased the sensitive head. He reveled in my touches. When I squeezed his balls, he returned the gesture by cupping my breasts.
"Ben," I said, breaking the silence. "I'm ready to come again."
He started to climb on top of me, anxious to put his throbbing pole in my juicy box. But I held him off.
"No, not yet. I need to come one more time, at least."
He looked at me, desire on his face, but realized he would have to do as I asked before he could hop into the saddle. Too, he wanted a good lay and would do anything to get it.
"Do you want me to finger you again?"
"No," I said, demurely, lingering on the word.
"Then how?" he asked, perplexed.
"Would ... would you, would you eat me?" I tried to give the impression that it hurt that I had to ask him to do such a thing, when it really didn't bother me in the least.
Ben smiled, and without saying a word, went right to work. He kissed my cunt lips and ran his tongue over the rim. He put one hand under my buttocks and played with my anus, while rubbing my hairy mound with the other. He was good, there was no doubt about it. His play set me on fire and made me want to rub my pussy in his face as hard as I could. I lay back, however, savoring the treat, holding off from coming as long as I could.
Ben pushed his tongue inside my cunt and lapped at the walls. He took the lips into his mouth and gently nibbled at them. I was in such a state that I couldn't keep my hands off my tits. I was cupping, massaging, and pinching the nipples until they hurt. I was in a frenzy. My body was moving helter skelter. I was on fire and knew I couldn't keep from coming much longer.
When Ben shoved his tongue into my hole again, I wrapped my legs around his head, preventing him from pulling away. He kept his tongue inside, touching my walls and driving me insane. When my fluid coated his tongue, he lapped at it hungrily, avidly, tickling my insides and making me shoot off repeatedly, until I was completely empty.
When I finished, I kept my legs around his head, although he had removed his tongue. I slowly moved my body so my cunt would rub against his face. It still felt good, although I knew I couldn't come again right away.
When I finally released Ben, he stood up and cleaned his mouth. His cock was ramrod stiff and moist on the end. I knew he wanted to fuck me so bad he could hardly stand it. He was looking at my moist, red cunt with a desire I have seen in few other men. When he moved toward me, with his prick aimed at my hole, I shifted slightly.
"Not yet, Ben, please. Let me rest for a minute or two. You really did me in."
A smile of self-satisfaction came across his face. "You liked that, huh? Good. But hurry up, baby, I need some loving."
He lay beside me on the bed and took me in his arms. I started to put, my hand on his throbbing cock, but decided against it. He kissed me and massaged my breasts and rubbed my mound. He was getting hornier and hornier, and I knew I had to do something soon. I held off responding as long as I could, waiting for his desire to ebb some. And it did. Soon, I felt his rock-hard cock begin to go limp. I waited a few minutes longer and then went into action.
"Okay, Ben, I'm ready."
He rolled me over on my back and started to climb into the saddle.
"No, Ben, let me treat you, like you've done to me. Remember, I promised that if you showed me a good time, I'd return the favor."
I pushed him onto his back. He closed his eyes and relaxed. I toyed with his prick and balls, pulling the skin back, teasing the tip. Then I bent over and kissed the head, and ran my tongue along the ridge. I heard him moan as he put his hand on my head. I smiled inwardly.
Ben moved his hand to my buttocks and played with my anus and cunt. He rubbed the lips and since I was still wet, it felt good. In the meantime, I was biting into his cock, kissing his balls, taking them in my mouth, and doing everything I could to drive him wild.
A torrent of groans flowed from Ben's throat. I put my lips alongside his hard cock and ran them up and down the shaft. Then, putting his meat in my mouth, I went down as far as I could and sucked hard as I lifted my head. He raised his hips to follow. At the same time, his finger was in my hole, feverishly rubbing the walls and moving in and out. I realized I could come again any moment, and lifted my head from his throbbing cock.
Ben continued to finger fuck me as fast as he could, and it wasn't long before I shot my wad again. I continued to work on him, teasing the head of his cock, playing with his balls, slipping my mouth over the shaft. He was moving more now, and the moans were becoming louder and more frequent.
I quit sucking and asked if he was about ready to come.
"Yes. Yes. Baby, don't stop now. Suck. Suck harder." He was nearly hysterical.
When he said that, I jumped off the bed and hurriedly put on my skirt and blouse, not bothering with the panties and bra. Ben was so emotionally aroused that he didn't realize what was happening, which gave me just enough time to slip my clothes on. When he finally opened his eyes and saw me dressed, a look of amazement came over his face.
"What ... what in the hell are you doing?" he asked, frustrated, as his hand went to his hard, aching cock.
"I'm going home, Ben. Thanks for the good time."
"What do you mean, going home. You can't leave me like this."
"Well, I am leaving you like this."
"You bitch," he almost shouted. "You lousy bitch."
"And you're a bastard," I vehemently replied. "I don't mind going to bed with a married man, but I'll be damned if I'll satisfy any son-of-a-bitch who cripples a woman and then tries to fuck every other woman around. Under different circumstances, I'd stay with you all night, but not when your wife doesn't have an opportunity to fight back."
"Chris, please," he begged, "come back. Finish what you started." His voice was pitiful, but it didn't touch my heart.
"What am I supposed to do now," he continued, a pathetic look on his face, and his hand stroking his pulsating prick.
"Jack off, you bastard, let mother thumb and her four daughters take my place-if they can."
"By the way, Ben, you really know how to eat pussy. Ummmm. So long, Have fun."
I was laughing out loud as I left his room. I could just imagine him in there pounding away at his meat, doing anything he could to get satisfaction.
One thing for certain, from the state I had left him in, be had to do something.
Chapter Ten
It did my heart good to turn the table on Ben James. Thereafter, whenever he and his wife returned to the Barton, he kept his distance. I sincerely doubt he quit chasing women, but I know one he won't bother again.
A few months later, I was to have another encounter which would also give me much personal satisfaction. A man in his early thirties checked into the hotel and, like many others, soon tried to put the make on me. This one, however, considered himself the world's greatest stud.
He was in the city to attend a series of meetings and often had a lot of time on his hands. He stayed at the hotel for a week, and every free moment he had was spent trying to get me to his room. I guess he felt pure persistence alone would conquer me.
His name was Jeff Reid, and he was a good-looking fellow, tall, willowy, shocking brown hair, broad shoulders. He would not be too hard to take at all if he hadn't bragged so much about his conquests. He became braver and braver as he intensified his attempts to get me into his bed.
"Chris," he was saying one night, "if you ever went to bed with me, every man you bad from then on would seem like a mouse. I'd have you climbing the wall with desire, and could make you reach a peak every five minutes."
His sales pitch was too much for me, and I tried to ignore him as much as possible. But, he was persistent. Finally, I gave in and accompanied him to his room. I did so with a plan in mind, and felt confident it would succeed.
We were no sooner in Jeff's room than he swept me into his arms and gave me a long and passionate kiss. Then, we undressed and headed for the bed. He was immediately on top of me, rubbing against my hairy mound, and nipping at my nipples. He had a good-sized pole hanging between his legs and it erected quickly. His rubbing made my cunt moist and he found no resistance in entering.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and met his every thrust, pushing him up each time I did. By doing so, I came first, squeezing him hard as I unloaded my juice. He continued pumping and in just minutes I was again meeting him. When he shot off, I came again, but wouldn't release him. I held him tightly around the waist with my legs and slowly rubbed my body against him. We kissed and he played with my tits. It wasn't long until I could feel his cock getting larger inside me and we began fucking again. This time, when we came, he pulled away from me. I knew he had to have some rest, but I wanted to continue.
He lay beside me and I leaned over him, with my tits in his face, and played with his limp pole. I stroked it gently and cupped his balls, at the same time rubbing my nipples across his face and over his mouth. He didn't respond right away, but I kept working on him. My stroking his prick had its effect and soon it was standing proudly erect.
I mounted his staff and began fucking as hard as I could. I pulled up until his dick almost came out of my hole. Then I slid down, taking the entire length inside me. Jeff massaged my breasts and sucked on the nipples. What he didn't realize was that this helped me accomplish my little plot. If he hadn't played with my tits, I might not have been able to come as often as I did.
When I was ready to hit my orgasm, I sat down on his cock and felt the head against my wall. I flooded his prick with my juice, squeezing my legs against his sides, wanting every drop of my girl-cum to free itself. Jeff had not come.
But I wanted Jeff to come. I was capable of carrying on, and knew it. After I had shot off as much as I could, I continued riding his prick, hard and fast. The strain was beginning to show on him. He was humping into me, trying desperately to unload. When he did, a groan came from his throat, and I don't know if it was a sound of pain or pleasure.
I stayed on top of him without letting his prick slip from its enclosure. We continued kissing, but his kisses were less fervent than before. He did attempt to maintain his status as a macho lover by kissing and sucking my breasts, but I could tell he was weakening.
"What's the matter, Jeff?" I asked, in mock surprise. "You're not ready to quit, are you?"
"Who, me?" he replied, although his heart didn't seem in it. "Not on your life, baby. I can go as long as you or anyone else can."
We'll see about that!
I rolled off Jeff and laid beside him. It would only take me a moment or two and I would be ready again. I doubted that he would. Anyway, I had no intention of letting him rest. While we were lying here, quietly, not speaking, I played with his prick and balls. His manhood, at the time, was not very manly, but I was determined to get it up again.
Jeff ran his fingers across my breasts and stomach, sending little quivers throughout my body. But I was having difficulty getting him up. Even stroking his rod seemed to have little effect. I crouched on the bed and bent over his cock. I kissed his hair, around his balls, and then his shaft. My playing couldn't be denied long. I soon felt his hand on my buttocks and then it moved to my cunt. His cock began to respond. I pulled the skin back and took the large head in my mouth. Jeff was a goner; his body began to move and gurgling sounds came from his throat. I gently bit into his meat and he pushed his finger into my pussy. I had him under my control once again.
Shifting my body, my cunt was now in his face and I went down on his shaft with my mouth. I took his balls in one hand and played with them and then pushed my body down onto Jeff's face. He couldn't help but react. I went all the way down on his prick and sucked hard as I slowly raised my head. Jeff bit into my cunt lips, almost until they hurt, then pushed his tongue deep inside me. He moved his hand to my anus and pushed his finger inside. I almost came the minute he did it, but was able to hold off.
Holding his balls in one hand, I pulled the skin back on his straining cock and licked at the head. He twisted and groaned and lapped away at my pussy. It seemed like he was trying to get his tongue even deeper inside me. Very gently, I bit into the head of his cock and Jeff humped, driving his prick deep into my throat. I felt his hot fluid shooting down my throat and sucked as hard as I could determined to drain him of every drop. His shooting off made me come. I pushed my body hard into his face and Jeff continued tonguing me as fast as he could. I felt my juice seep out of the hole and knew it was flowing over his mouth. I continued sucking his cock even though I tasted no more fluid and his erection was beginning to ease.
I pulled my body away from Jeff's face slightly, but kept his penis in my mouth, still sucking. By now, it was limp and soft. He could only take so much of this because I'm certain the head was starting to hurt.
"Say, baby, that's enough. I don't have anything left. Ease off."
I let the limp hunk of meat fall between his legs. It was purplish and the veins were prominent. It was wet both from his come juice and from my mouth. I patted it tenderly and laid back down on him.
"Jeff, you are some kind of lover," I commended. Of course, I was doing it only because I didn't want him to suspect my plot. I was hoping he would believe me a nymphomaniac. Apparently he did, because when I put my hand on his soft prick, he moved from the bed.
"Excuse me a minute, beautiful, have to drain my radiator ..."
I'll bet you do, lover, I thought to myself.
Jeff was gone for several minutes, enough time to drain several "radiators." When he returned, and laid down on the bed, I immediately began stroking his cock. It was dry now, but still limp. He moaned when I touched it, but I don't believe it was a sound of anticipation. I pushed my body against his side, rubbing my cunt hair on his leg and my tits on his arm. He didn't return the treat, but I kept stroking his prick. I felt sure he was trying to hold back, but to no avail. Soon, due to my magic touch, his cock was rising, and I continued stroking until it was proud and erect. I didn't know if he had any juice left, but I was certainly going to find out.
When his cock was finally up, I twisted so that my rear was facing him. Then I slid down his pole, with my head between his feet. Slowly, I moved back and forth. From this position, he was looking straight at his cock going in and out of my cunt. He would have to shut his eyes not to see it. I had moved into this position for a purpose-I knew that if he watched his prick moving in and out of my hole, it would have to excite him, regardless of how tired he was, or how spent he was. And that was what I wanted. I could come all day, but knew he couldn't, unless really excited. I accomplished my goal.
I had been riding his rod a very short time when I felt his hand on my buttocks. He spread the cheeks and fingered my asshole. When he pushed his finger inside, I moved back on his cock as far as I could, forcing both his meat and finger deep inside me. Then I rode both of them at a faster pace. I was enjoying this immensely. Not only was I wearing Jeff down, but I was getting satisfaction, too. His rod penetrated deep inside me, feeling good every inch of the way. His play with my asshole set me on fire and made me unload my fluid in a hurry. I shot so much that I bit into Jeff's foot as I was unloading. Once I was finished, I turned my attention back to him, anxious now that he come.
I reached down between his legs and took his sac in my hand. As I rode his cock, I massaged his balls. His hips began to move and he fingered my anus until it hurt, but I wasn't about to quit now. I glanced over my shoulder and could see that he was watching his pole go in and out of my pussy with rabid interest. I smiled and pumped harder. Suddenly, he pulled his finger from my asshole and grabbed my buttocks. When he humped into me, I felt a small spurt of fluid. He continued humping until there was nothing left, which didn't take very long.
When he finished, I laid down where I was, not moving from his slowly decreasing penis. I felt his head hit the bed and knew he was just about finished. Slowly and silently, I felt his prick become smaller and smaller, until it finally slid out of my cunt on its own.
I moved immediately to his side. He was lying there, breathing heavily, his eyes closed. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He tried to return the kiss, but couldn't exert much effort.
"Oh, honey," I said, mockingly, "that was so good. Ummmm. You're great. Absolutely great."
A weak smile crossed his lips, and I had to grin. Boy, he was just about out of it. One more time and he would be so dry it would take a week to get juice back in his container. And he probably wouldn't be able to get a hard-on for days.
I laid down beside him, and stroked his cock. It was still wet and I rubbed the moisture over his hair and on his balls. He didn't move. I could barely hear a faint groan come from his throat.
"Did you say something, Jeff?" I asked.
"No. No. Nothing." What a weak reply!
I continued stroking his meathook, but he did not return the treat. His arms lay at his side, unmoving. I pushed my mound of hair against his leg and rubbed, and moved my tits against his arm. No response.
It took quite awhile before I was able to get his prick erect. For a minute or two, I didn't think I was going to get it up at all. But I was being persistent this time, and succeeded, although it was slow in rising to the occasion. When it was fully erect, I wrapped my hand around it and stroked. Jeff continued to lie there, his eyes closed.
I shifted so that I could use both hands on him. With one, I stroked his meat, with the other, I played with his balls. I increased the tempo with each stroke until my hand was almost a blur. It soon began to cramp and I shifted, but couldn't do was well with my left hand. When it had rested, I went back to my right hand and pumped even harder and faster. Jeff's hips began to move. Regardless of how tired, regardless of how spent, he could do little to withstand the play. He had to react.
When he started responding to my manipulation, I stroked as fast as I could. He was letting out one moan after another. Unable to hold off, he was straining to come. He had to come! His fists clenched and he humped, and humped, and humped. I squeezed his balls and stroked harder. Then, he peaked. He pushed his hips into the air and held them there. I squeezed harder on his balls and his prick as I stroked.
When he came, I knew he was finished for the day. A very small drop of white liquid escaped from the small hole in his penis. I squeezed his prick and pulled up, forcing out more, but very little came. His hardness was leaving quickly, and I stroked it some more. I stopped when I felt his hand on my arm, a sign of surrender.
I had won. Jeff Reid was fucked out. It was doubtful he could even get a hard-on anytime soon.
I let his limp, aching prick fall between his legs. It was a pitiful sight-wrinkly, grayish now, instead of purple, and the veins were very prominent. Jeff was breathing hard and had moved his hands to his cock. He was rubbing around it, but flinched when he came in contact with the sore head. I grinned a most satisfying grin. But I still had one more thing to do.
I shifted my body to where my pussy was right above Jeff's face and my back to his feet. I lowered myself until my cunt was on his mouth and began to rotate. His tongue came out, but with a lot less enthusiasm than before. He attempted to suck, but couldn't. I pushed down on his face and rubbed. Although his tongue wasn't doing much good, it was some help. I rode it as much as I could until I came. When I had finished, I moved from the bed and looked at the helpless man lying there.
His shrunken prick was still in place and his face was covered with my wetness. He was even too tired to wipe it off. His hand was on his stomach, and the other one was on the bed. He hadn't even bothered to open his eyes. He was fucked out; the macho lover had met his match.
I dressed and slipped quietly from the room, taking one last glance before I left.
The following day, when Jeff checked out, be didn't say a word, and hardly looked at me. As he walked stiffly toward the door, I smiled, thinking that there was another Napoleon who had met his Waterloo.
Chapter Eleven
One of the most intriguing moments I experienced while at the hotel was an incident in which I was not directly involved, although I must admit, I did get some satisfaction out of it.
I had just finished checking a room recently vacated and was starting to leave when I heard voices coming from the adjacent room. I noticed that the door connecting the two rooms was open and when I reached to close it, I saw a young couple in the other room. It was late in the evening and they couldn't see me because of the darkness of the room in which I was standing.
The couple was in the middle of the room, near the bed, caressing and kissing. I should have dosed the door and gone on about my business, but I remembered, checking the couple in. They were newlyweds, both young, probably in their late teens or early twenties. I should have left, but, honestly, I was nosy. I wanted to see what they would do.
The boy was rubbing his hands over the girl's back and buttocks, then on her breasts. She was moaning slightly, pushing her body into his, and running her hands over his back. They separated and he began undressing her.
"Honey," the girl said, "please be gentle. I ... I've never had a boy before."
Her words seemed to shake up her new bridegroom. His fingers fumbled at her dress and I could see beads of perspiration popping out on his forehead. He undressed her and took off his clothes. She was a slender girl, both in build and height. Her small breasts stood out proud and the pink nipples were like rosebuds. I had a profile view and saw the soft brown hair between her legs. Her stomach was flat, legs well-shaped, and her small buttocks stuck out just enough to be enticing.
Turning my glance to the boy, I saw that he was muscular, the athletic type, lithe and lean. He was well-tanned and stood about a head taller than his bride. A large pole hung between his legs and it was just beginning to stiffen. His bride was going to be hurt a little the first time that meathook entered her joy box!
Now that they were undressed, they began running their fingers over each other's body. The boy's prick stiffened at her first touch and her nipples stood erect and proud. They embraced and kissed, and he pushed his body hard against her. Breaking apart, he took her hand and placed it on his hard cock. She gently stroked and rubbed it, playing with his balls. She might be a virgin, but she certainly knew about foreplay!
The bridegroom played with her cunt hairs and soon she was moving her body, first from side to side, then toward him. He picked her, up and placed her on the bed. She was still holding onto his prick and seemed eager to get at it.
"Honey," she said, softly, demurely, "be careful. Please."
She spread her legs as the boy climbed on top. He gently edged his tool toward what I could see was a wet, waiting hole with bright red lips anxiously anticipating the experience. When he pushed the head inside her, she moaned, putting her hand over her face. As he penetrated deeper, I could see he was having problems. The girl's membrane was resistant, so be pushed harder. When he succeeded in getting all the way in, the girl sobbed, but raised her hips to meet his slow, patient thrusts.
"Are you all right, Connie?" the boy asked, evidently concerned he might have hurt her.
"I am now. It sure hurt at the beginning, though. But now, it feels real good."
And she must have meant it, because she started lifting herself and meeting each of his thrusts, which were more incessant now, since he was on the verge of coming.
"Are you ready to come?" the boy asked, panting, pushing harder and deeper into Connie's cunt.
"I ... I think so. I feel funny inside, like something is about to explode. Now. Now. I think this is it."
Connie moved her legs around the boy's waist and pushed in closer to her lover-husband. When she did, I could see his long, strained penis, slipping in and out of her hole, and blood was all over it. Well, be had certainly gotten a cherry this time!
When they came, the girl moaned and groaned so much that she had to put both hands over her mouth to keep the noise from carrying through the hotel. But, despite the newness and the pain, which I remembered well, she kept humping into the boy's rod, determined to enjoy this moment of rapture as long as she could. Being a virgin, she had a lot of juice stored up, and she was losing it all in one load.
Her husband had stopped pumping several minutes earlier, but she continued to fuck him and pushed her body as hard against him as possible. Finally, with her several spasms completed, she removed her legs from around his waist and fell back on the bed. They were both breathing heavily and embraced and kissed feverishly. When the moment subsided, they got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom.
I started to close the door and leave, but when I heard them re-enter the room, I decided to stay and see what else transpired.
Connie sat on the bed, still nude, and her husband stood in front of her, his limp prick drooping, the veins standing out in plain sight.
"Connie, play with it some more. Then take it in your mouth and suck on it."
"Bill, are you sure it's all right. For some reason, it ... it seems dirty."
Bill laughed. "No, sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with doing that. After all, we're married now, and anything between a husband and wife is okay. Here, let me show you what I mean."
He gently pushed her back on the bed so that her legs were hanging over the side. He knelt on the floor, slowly pulled her legs apart, and kissed her on the box.
"Oh. Ah." Bill had placed his bride on a high plane, just by kissing her cunt. I had to see what she did when he continued.
Bill ran his tongue over her lips and her whole torso followed the pull of his tongue. Her hands went to her breasts and pinched the nipples, then moved to her stomach, which she rubbed hard and fast, I saw that her eyes were closed and knew she must be heaven.
Suddenly, I felt a slight sensation on the nipples of my tits and that familiar twinge between my legs. I pressed my legs together and tried to turn my thoughts back to the same on the bed.
Bill was gobbling at Connie's pussy, chewing the lips, darting his tongue in and out of her hole, while, at the same time, kneading her buttocks. She was in ecstasy, and had moved her legs until they were on his shoulders and she had his head entrapped. He continued licking, nipping, and putting his tongue deep inside her box.
It was then that I realized I was rubbing my hairy mound. I had slipped my hand it side my skirt and could feel the smooth silk of my panties. While I couldn't take my eyes off the couple, I began to pay more attention to my own desires. Slipping my finger inside my panties, I moved it between my legs.
My cunt lips were moist and I gently rubbed them, at the same time using my other hand to massage my tits. When I noticed Connie grab Bill's head and pull it between her legs even harder than he was doing, I rammed my finger into my cunt and pumped like hell. I had to be careful and not make any noise, or they would know I was there. My finger wasn't as good as what Connie was getting, but, with the sight before me, I was too hot to stop now. The faster Bill ate, the faster I rammed my finger in and out of my pussy.
"Oh, Bill, put your tongue in deeper, all the way in." Connie was panting madly, pulling his head hard against her crotch. "I'm ... I'm coming, Bill, I'm coming. Ah. Oh. Wonderful. Ah."
At the same time Connie opened her flood gates, I felt a sticky substance envelop my finger. And, like Connie, I couldn't quit coming; I had to continue my finger play. I must have come at least two more times, as I stood there and watched her unload time after time. She was fortunate in that she was on a bed. I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from crumbling, as my knees weakened each time I shot off a load.
When I stopped coming, I wiped my finger on a towel and looked back into the room of the honeymooners. Bill was finished, and Connie was still lying on the bed, her legs apart, her juicy cunt fully exposed, her eyes closed, and breathing heavily. Bill wiped his face and stood there looking at his bride, a satisfied smile on his face. I saw that his cock was stiff and I had to stay and see what happened next.
"Connie," he said, softly, pulling her into a sitting position. "How did you like that?"
"It was ... was great, just great. So satisfying."
"I'm sure that's the way it'll be for me. So, here, play with my tool and then put it in your mouth."
Connie must have been well pleased with the way Bill had eaten her-she didn't hesitate. Looking at the huge meathook, she rubbed and stroked it with one hand while, with the other, she played with his balls. Now he was in heaven. He closed his eyes and swayed his body toward her, hands gently stroking her head. The more Connie played, the more emotional Bill became, and he steadily inched closer to her. She pushed the meat all the way back to the hilt and looked at the large, purple head. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and pulled his body toward her.
Bill edged in slowly and let his cock ease into her waiting mouth. Since it was so big, Connie couldn't get it all in, but she must have done a good job on the part she did get in because Bill was moaning and moving back and forth, pulling her head toward him when he moved in. With one hand, she continued to play with his balls, but kept him back with the other, afraid she would choke if he rammed it in too far.
Connie pulled her head back to where her lips were just on the ridge of the head of his penis. I could see her bite into the bulb of flesh and each time she did, Bill shuddered from excitement. She ran her tongue over the head and caused him even more torment. Then, just as quickly, she put as much as she could in her mouth, then sucked as she pulled her head back. There was no way he could withstand the pressure much longer.
With a heavy grunt, Bill pushed his prick into her mouth as far as he could, and I saw Connie gulp hard as his white liquid coated her throat. She squeezed his balls and chewed at his cock, draining him of every drop. When he was empty, Bill stroked her head lovingly, leaving his cock inside her mouth as it lost its stiffness. When it was completely limp, he slowly pulled it out. There were signs of whiteness around the head and I saw Connie wipe at her mouth.
"Sweetheart," Bill said, excitement in his voice, "that was good. I really enjoyed it."
Tired from their endeavors, they lay on the bed, but not face-to-face. Instead, Bill's head was at Connie's feet and her head at his feet. They were in plain view of me and I saw them playing with each other, still experimenting and exploring. Bill was running his fingers through Connie's mound of pubic hair, and pulled her leg to where it was bent and propped on the other leg. This gave him a full view of her cunt. He did the same so she could play and look at his cock and balls. Although this wasn't especially enticing to me, I didn't move. I hoped there would be more and I wanted to stay and see what went on. Too, my tits were getting that sensation again and I could feel the twinge between my legs.
Bill ran his fingers along Connie's box, playing with the lips, and occasionally letting his finger slide into her cunt. Connie was busy with his penis, and stroking and playing with his balls. Every once in awhile, she would kiss his cock on the head.
As for myself, I again had my hand inside my panties and was rubbing my mound. I didn't put my finger in my hole right, away, content with rubbing the lips and feeling the wetness. But, I knew it would only be a matter of time until I finger-fucked myself again. With the newlyweds playing with each other, I could withstand the temptation only so long. When I saw Bill's prick begin to rise, and Connie's pussy getting wetter and wetter, that was all it took. I rammed my finger into my hole as far as it would go and rotated it.
I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. Scooting just a few inches, I pushed my hips away from the wall and pumped my finger as fast as I could. I had to exert great control to keep silent, because it was so ecstatic that I wanted to yell, moan, groan, but knew I couldn't. My hips moved quickly as I pumped faster and faster. When I came, I crossed my legs and pushed my finger in as deep as I could, and moved it against every inch of my pussy. The juice was like a bucket of paint, as it flowed over my finger and onto my hand. I continued moving my finger, pulling out even more juice. Finally, there was no more to come. I wiped off and moved back to the door.
While I had been satisfying myself, Connie and Bill had been arousing each other. His cock was now stiff as a board and she was kissing it. Her cunt was juicy and he was running his tongue across the lips, making her gyrate wildly. But, there was to be no snack this time. Bill maneuvered until he was in the most unusual position I have ever seen.
He lifted Connie's legs and then turned his back to her. Her hips were slightly off the bed and her pussy was fully exposed. Bill then mounted her, in a sort of upside-down dog-fashion. This position, a new one to me, allowed full view of the sex act by both partners. He could see his cock slip in and out of her cunt, as she could from the other side. It seemed like it would break her back, but she didn't seem to mind.
While this position obstructed most of Connie from my sight, I could easily see Bill's large pole sliding in and out of the juicy hole. Connie's anus was also in full view and Bill played with it, rubbing the tip of his finger across the opening as he pumped Connie. I could see she was returning the favor and Bill spread his legs to allow her freer access.
I realized I should not have finger-fucked myself, so soon. The sight of that meathook going in and out of that warm, wet cunt set me on fire, but I also knew I couldn't come again this soon. All I could do was stand there, watch the orgy in front of me, and rub my hairy mound.
Bill was giving Connie fits. He pulled his body forward until only the head of his cock was in her cunt. Then he pushed down until their bodies met. Each time he did, I heard her moan, low and passionately. It must have been driving her up the wall, because from the angle Bill was perched each time he pushed into her, his prick had to rub her inside walls, sending all kinds of sensations through her body.
Connie responded enjoyingly to each thrust. While the position must have been rough on her back, she managed to raise her hips with each of Bill's thrusts and welcome him borne. I saw heir hand move to his balls and when she massaged them, Bill increased his pumping.
"Are you ready?" he asked, fucking harder as she squeezed his balls.
"Just about. I will be in a few more seconds."
When Connie put her hands on Bill's Buttocks, that was the signal she was ready to shoot her wad. He pulled his prick almost all the way out, then rammed it home. In that position it must have torn her walls apart. But she only groaned, loudly, and pushed up to meet him. I saw her nails dig into Bill's buttocks as she humped against him, unloading more of her juices with each hump.
Bill pushed hard against her body, forcing his prick deep inside and I, saw him flinch as he came. He rotated his hips, causing his prick to touch all corners of Connie's flooding box. She, in turn, gyrated with him, unloading spurt after spurt.
As for me, I quietly closed the door and headed for my apartment. If I was going to do any more finger-fucking, I wanted to do it on a bed. I don't believe I could. have stood up again and unloaded my juice box. My knees would surely have buckled under me.
Chapter Twelve
One lazy autumn evening, I had a visitor to my apartment, a visitor I will never forget. I was off duty and had no particular plans. The hotel business had been extremely hectic the past few weeks so I simply lounged around, dressed casually in slacks and a pullover sweater. I was watching television when the doorbell rang.
Oh, no, I thought to myself. Don't tell me it's someone from the desk.
When I opened the door, I was face-to-face with a tall, deeply tanned man, muscular in build, with shining eyes, dark hair, and white teeth.
"Miss Logan?" His voice was deep and contained a hint of authority.
He pulled a card from his coat and handed it to me. "I'm Joe Gordon, general manager of Stanford Hotels."
Stanford Hotels! One of the biggest chains in the country, and one of the most successful. They had inns in just about every major city and many overseas.
"Won't you come in, Mr. Gordon." I stepped aside as he entered the room. The cologne he was wearing was neither loud nor sharp, but one with a very subdued, enticing aroma. His walk, like his voice, had authority-not cocky, just a sureness.
"Have a seat. Would you like a drink?"
"Yes, please. Whisky and soda if you have it."
While I was at the small bar, which was situated in a corner of the apartment, I glanced at my visitor. He had noticed me, of that there was no doubt. But now he was looking over the surroundings, which, I like to congratulate myself for, were tastefully decorated. He took the drink from me and smiled a thank you.
"Miss Logan, I don't know if you are familiar with the Stanford Hotels."
"Oh, yes, Mr. Gordon, quite familiar. I've worked here for three years and your name, or rather, Stanford, has been mentioned many times."
"Miss Logan, we continually scour the country for potential employees, people we think would fit into our organization. On several occasions, some of our scouts have stayed here at the Barton and your name has been recommended to our head office."
"Thank you, Mr. Gordon. That is quite an honor." In this, I was sincere. But, I wondered if any of the dozens of men I had gone to bed with during the past three years was one of Stanford's scouts?
"I don't know if it's an honor, Miss Logan," Gordon replied, evidently not one to be overly impressed with names and reputations, "but we are interested in you for our managerial training program. We've checked out your record and talked with Mr. Barton."
"He stated he would hate to lose you, that you had done an outstanding job for him. On the other hand, he realizes your future here is limited, and has agreed that if you would be interested in joining the Stanford team, he would wish you only the best."
"Thank you for the interest and compliments, Mr. Gordon, but I don't know if I really want to leave the Barton. I've enjoyed my employment here, and would hate to leave. It's a small hotel and all the employees are like a close-knit family."
"I realize that, Miss Logan, but by the same token, with Stanford, you would have an opportunity to travel, and the pay is exceptional, as are the fringe benefits. May I ask what Mr. Barton is paying you now?"
"Two hundred and fifty dollars a week, plus this apartment."
"Our managerial trainees start at that salary and then, after six months, when placed in a hotel, the salary is increased to three hundred and fifty dollars a week. We also provide an apartment in the hotel."
"From the information gathered from your record, you probably wouldn't have to spend six months in training. More than likely, you could be placed in one of our hotels within three months. After all, your experience counts for much."
We continued talking for quite some time. Evidently, the alcohol was beginning to take effect. I was feeling a little woozy and could tell Joe was getting light-headed. I fixed us another drink and this time, instead of returning to my chair, I sat on the couch beside him. His eyes were taking in more of my body, now that business talk was dwindling, and I soon realized what was on his mind. When I turned to say something to him, he took me in his arms and kissed me hard on the mouth. I returned his kiss and when I did, I felt his hand on my breasts.
I didn't reject his advances and felt his hand move under my sweater, where he cupped my breast and massaged it through the bra. Our tongues were doing a tango with each other and we were both breathing heavily, panting in anticipation, and when I placed my hand on his hard, throbbing cock, he squeezed my breast. We broke from the embrace and undressed, without bothering going to the bedroom. When we were completely nude, he looked me over and gave a low whistle.
"God, Chris, what a body."
His wasn't so bad, either. His muscular body wasn't part of the clothing, it was for real. He had narrow hips and where his legs came together a huge, stiffening cock, surrounded by curly dark hairs, was rising to greet me. I could hardly wait to feel that meathook inside me.
Joe lowered me to the couch and I spread my legs, waiting for his entry. He sucked on my nipples as I felt his pole penetrate my already wet opening. Raising my hips to meet him, he slowly pushed forward until he was all the way in. We had played around so much that I knew it wouldn't be long before either of us shot off. While he pumped, deep and hard, I lifted my body to meet his every thrust. He was pounding home, and the size of his cock thrilled me to the point where I was ready to shoot my wad at any moment.
Joe kissed me and pushed his tongue inside my mouth. When he did, I felt him ram home and release his juice. I came with him, wrapping my legs around his waist and lifting my body to meet his. Our come met in a frenzy, filling my hole with the white liquid, as both Joe and I continued to flood. I don't know how much fluid was in my pussy when we finally quit, but I believe it would have filled a glass.
Drained and breathing heavily, I let my legs ease back to the couch. Joe pushed his hips into me, not wanting to remove his prick and break the rapture. We kissed and sucked and bit at my nipples. Soon, I felt his cock getting bigger and it wasn't long before we were at it again. This time, however, our screwing lasted longer and we enjoyed it more. For a good thirty minutes we must have just fucked, with Joe doing all kinds of things with his cock-rotating it inside me, pulling it out and slowly pushing it home, then, just as suddenly, ramming it hard.
His maneuvers set me on fire and I was again raised to the peak. I lifted my hips and fucked him as hard as he was fucking me. When we came this time, he had less juice to release, but did manage to put a little more in my box. Again, Joe did not pull out his prick. Instead, he kept it in and once more manipulated my titties. I didn't know if either of us could come again, but I didn't ask him to move.
It was several minutes before I felt that core inside me harden. When it was at full staff, I twisted to where I was on top of Joe. He took a tit in each hand and massaged them. As I rode his rod, he raised his hips to meet me and, at the same time, sucked my nipples, putting both of them in his mouth at the same time.
I was on my knees, riding his cock, but very slowly, enjoying the long piece of meat sliding easily and smoothly in and out of my hole. This was even better than the first two times, and I intended to make it last. When I mounted Joe, I had just happened to glance at the clock. It had said seven o'clock. When I looked up again, still astride Joe, it was seven forty-five, and neither of us was on the verge of coming. I was intrigued by the length of time we had been fucking. Never before had I done it this long without coming.
We continued our slow maneuvers, both enraptured by the thrill of it all, but Joe's play with my tits, I knew, would eventually work its magic.
"Are you ready to come?" I asked, feeling my gates beginning to strain.
"Just about. Give me another minute or two."
Joe didn't miss his forecast. Within a couple of minutes, he pushed me upright, to where I was sitting on top of him and the full length of his pole was inside me. I felt his come splash my walls and then I joined him, adding a second coat. I rotated my body on his cock, causing him to spurt even more juice. As for myself, I drained my container. There just wasn't any left when we finally broke apart.
This Joe Gordon was quite a stud. Three times he had fucked me, without once pulling his cock from my box. That was some feat for a man!
After a short rest, we went to the bathroom and washed off. I finished first and was standing in the bedroom, by the bed, with my back to the bathroom door, when I felt him come up behind me. He put his arms around me, took a breast in each hand, and slowly massaged. I could feel his prick hanging between his legs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the massage. When I pushed my body to his, I could feel his rod stiffen.
Continuing to manipulate my tits with one hand, he dropped the other to my cunt mount and slowly rubbed, entwining the hair, moving to the slit, and then back to my mound. I was soon responding to his play by pushing against his cock and moving my hips. Joe pushed my shoulders forward until I was over the bed. I leaned on the bed with my hands, my hips facing him, and both feet on the floor. He put his finger on my cunt opening and rubbed, causing me to moan and move my hips. When my cunt was juicy, I felt his stiff rod head for home. Placing a hand on each hip, he pulled my body up to where he could enter my hole better. Soon, we were fucking dog-fashion, with me still on the floor and on my feet.
Bent over this way gave Joe ready access to my pussy and allowed him to penetrate deeply, which he did. He pulled his prick almost all the way out and then slowly pushed it home. I could feel it rub my wall all the way, and it caused a terrific sensation inside my box. My nipples were itching and needed some biting and sucking, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was bracing myself on the bed with both hands and Joe needed his hands to support my hips.
Soon, Joe began ramming home harder and harder. I was on the verge of coming and knew he was, too. Moving the best I could without falling, I put one hand on his balls and squeezed. He rammed home so hard I thought his cock would come through my throat. When he did, I felt his fluid hit my box, at the same time I joined him. I pushed back against his body as hard as I could, feeling his cock straining inside me as his come seeped from its small opening.
When we were finished, I fell forward on the bed, on my stomach. Joe, his prick wet and drooping, lay down beside me and rubbed my back.
"Chris," he said, his breath coming in short gasps, "not that this has anything what so ever to do with your coming to Stanford, but I have never had a woman like you before. Usually, one time and they're through. But, you I believe you could come almost continuously."
I hadn't thought much about it before, but did know that I had little difficulty reaching a climax. When I had gone with the four men that night, long ago, I had continued to come, even when the men had to wait until their tanks were replenished.
"I don't know about that, Joe, but I do enjoy sex, with a good partner, that is. And you certainly qualify in that category."
"Chris, if you do decide to come to 'Stanford,' and I hope you do, you and I will be working a lot together and, maybe, well be able to do this more often. But, I'll tell you this, if you accept Stanford, I'm keeping you to myself. I'll be damned if I'll let the other men know what I've discovered."
We laughed and kissed. Our bodies were close and I could feel his cock hardening. Talk about me being able to come repeatedly, he didn't do such a bad job himself!
Joe rolled me over on my back, then got on his knees. He deftly and expertly lightly ran his fingers over my entire body, teasingly moving across my again erect nipples, down over my stomach, inside my thighs, just barely brushing my hairy mound. I closed my eyes and reveled in his play.
His maneuvers sent chills of passion all through my body, but I didn't want to move, not yet. I was enjoying it too much. But, soon, my legs began to open, as his fingers moved up the inside of my thighs, pressed against my cunt, and then back to my nipples. I felt the bed move and then Joe had his head between my thighs. He gently bit into my mound and I let out a soft, low groan. I put my hands on his buttocks and rubbed, then moved to his balls and massaged them gingerly. Joe kissed my cunt lips and I raised my hips to meet him. At the same time, he moved to where his steel-hard cock was now just inches above my mouth. I skinned his meat back and licked at the large head. I knew this was one cock I would never be able to swallow whole, but I was willing to try.
Joe licked my cunt and more moans and groans came from my throat. I liked the normal sex act, but being eaten was a wonderful, side dish. I was still playing with his balls, and licking at his cock with my tongue. Biting gently into his staff caused him to moan pleasurably, and his hips began to move. I ran my tongue over the head of his cock and around the rim, then pulled it into my mouth, just to where I could take the bulb. I bit gently and sucked hard. When I did, Joe tried to lower himself to where all of his prick was in my mouth. I held him back with my hands and when he felt me press against him, he eased up and let me lead the way.
In the meantime, he was busily chewing my cunt lips, darting his tongue in and out of my hot box, and otherwise causing me to experience delirious feelings. I was gyrating my hips toward him, unable to control my movements. The hotter I became, the more I sucked on his throbbing prick, and the morel took into my mouth. I was becoming overly excited and squeezed his balls too hard, whereupon he yelped. I eased off but didn't cease sucking his enormous prick.
Joe shoved his. tongue inside my box and moved it around, touching my walls, driving me crazy. I chewed at his cock, sucking as I did, gobbling at it until I had almost the entire length in my mouth. I almost choked but swallowed and continued sucking and gnawing. My climax preceded Joe's, because when he again shoved his tongue deep into my box, I raised my hips and humped, unloading my fluid. Evidently, he knew or felt it because he lapped like a puppy after milk as I emitted one spurt after another, all the time sucking harder and harder on his cock.
I finished coming before Joe could even shoot off. As my hips slowly fell back on the bed, he continued kissing inside my thighs and along my even wetter box. I sucked and sucked his prick, massaged his balls, and from his reaction, knew he couldn't be far from coming. Since I had been drained, Joe's kissing my cunt and sucking the lips couldn't get me going this soon, but it did feel good, oh, so good. But I returned to his throbbing cock and concentrated on getting him to unload.
Pushing him up a little, I took just his head in my mouth and tongued and sucked. This must have been the magic touch, because Joe moaned and groaned, and moved his hips wildly. Then, suddenly, he shoved his meat down my throat. I thought I would gag, but there was little I could do about it, as his warm liquid sprayed my tonsils and flowed on down to my stomach. All I could do was swallow and gasp for air. I squeezed his balls, helping him empty his container, but didn't think I would last much longer. If he didn't finish coming soon, I knew I would either choke to death, or drown from his come.
Joe did finish, though, and then rolled over on the bed, his feet toward my head and my feet toward his.
"No way. No way."
"What?" I asked, perplexed at what he mumbled.
"I mean, there's just no way I'll ever tell anyone about you. Baby, you're something I want to keep forever, all to myself."
I placed my hand on his limp, strained cock and squeezed an appreciative answer.
We lay there for several minutes, regaining our strength, and without speaking. Soon, however, I felt his hand playing with my mound. I did not respond for a while, but then placed my hand on his cock and played with his rod and balls. Shortly, his staff began to rise, just as his finger play was causing the heat to build up between my legs.
I moved one leg across his chest, to where I was spread-eagle. Joe responded by placing his right leg across my body. I looked down and could see his meat coming to attention. I massaged his balls, rubbed his anus and stroked his rod. He played with my cunt lips, running his finger across the surface, just light enough to cause a terrific sensation in my box. He continued manipulating until I was extremely wet and then he moistened his finger and moved to my anus. Spreading my buttocks, he shoved his dampened finger into the small hole. A sharp pain went through me when he first put his finger inside, then the pain subsided, to be replaced by a sensation not as enjoyable as had it been in my cunt, but not really too bad. I massaged his balls even more and stroked his ever-rising cock.
Joe didn't leave his finger in my asshole very long, but soon returned to my joy box. When he pushed his finger into my cunt, I lifted my hips, indicating I was ready for some finger-fucking I stroked his meat harder now, reacting to his playing. His hips began to move and I knew he was also ready for a hand job.
As I stroked his cock harder and faster, Joe put three fingers in my cunt and manipulated them against my walls. It was all I could do to keep from having an orgasm. His fingers filled my box and his moving them around caused all kinds of delightful feelings inside me. I was humping wildly, grunting, twisting my breasts and pinching the nipples, trying desperately to come. My hand was moving like a blur on his cock and he, too, was raising and lowering his hips, responding to my strokes.
It was easier for me to beat his meat than it was for him to finger-fuck me, due to our positions, but he accomplished the mission. I crossed with my legs, entrapping his hand as my gates opened and coated his fingers with my juices. At the same time, I felt a warm liquid on my hand. Opening my eyes, I saw the white fluid coming out of the small hole and I squeezed his rod, beginning at the base and pulling upward, forcing out the last drop in his container. I continued doing this as long as I had an ounce of juice inside me and there was a trace of fluid coming from Joe's joy stick.
Slowly, my movements subsided, and my hips eased to the bed. I opened my legs, allowing Joe to pull his hand away. My hand was still on his cock, which was getting soft, and the juice was on my hand, his stomach and matted in his dark hair.
We were bushed and soon dropped, off to sleep.
Before Joe returned to his room that night, we had several more bouts in the bed, each just as enjoyable as the previous one. When he finally left my apartment, I had decided to join the Stanford team. Not only did I look forward to more sack time with Joe, but the opportunities the job presented were too many to turn away from.
Chapter Thirteen
With the decision made to accept the position with Stanford Hotels, I had an unpleasant task to perform. I had to notify Mr. Barton. When I entered his office, and saw the look on his face, I knew he was aware of my decision.
"Come in, Chris. Have a seat."
"Mr. Barton, I know a representative of Stanford Hotels has been talking with you about my joining their chain."
"Yes. I spoke with Mr. Cordon just a day or so ago."
The mention of Joe's name brought back passionate memories and caused a slight heating between my lap.
"I've decided to take the job, but wanted to talk with you before I gave them my final word."
Barton sat there for several seconds, silently looking at, but not seeing, the papers on his desk.
"I figured as much, Chris. I hate to lose you; you've done a hell of a good job here. But, like I told Gordon, I wouldn't stand in your way. You will leave here with my best wishes."
"Thank you, Mr. Barton, that means a lot to me. I've enjoyed working here and especially wanted to thank you for taking a chance with me."
"I took no chance," he replied, sincerity in his voice. "I'm a good judge of people. I knew you'd work out. When do you plan to leave for your new job?"
"Well, I want to give you two weeks notice, time to find a replacement, so about the first of the month. If that's all right with you."
"Losing you is not all right, but I do understand. We can let Carl fill in until we find a replacement."
We talked for a while, rehashing the past three years. When I rose to leave, Barton spoke, hesitantly.
"Chris, I'm leaving tonight and won't be here when you leave. Besides wishing nothing but the best for you, I was wondering if, for what will probably be the last time, we might ..."
Although his words trailed off, and he didn't finish his sentence, I knew what he had in mind. I walked back to his desk and looked at him.
"I'm glad you broached the subject, Jed, because I wanted to. I just didn't know how you would feel about it. Let's go to your bedroom. I want to repay you in part for the consideration you've shown me the past three years."
When we were undressed, Jed took me in his arms and we kissed longingly, passionately.
"Chris, although I'm going to miss your expertise on the front desk, I'll never forget the good times we've had together. You're about the wildest woman I've gone to bed with."
We kissed again and Jed massaged my breasts as I played with his stiff rod. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. I opened my legs, inviting him into my joy box. He placed a pillow under my hips, elevating my body so he could penetrate my hole even deeper. When he shoved his prick into my box, I lifted myself, taking his staff all the way in. I wrapped my legs around his waist and humped to meet his thrusts. He rammed hard and deep, causing both of us to grunt each time he did. We came together and I shoved hard against him, feeling his cock against my walls and our fluids mixing as they escaped from their containers.
We rested for just a few minutes, then I got on my knees and toyed with his limp prick. It wasn't limp very long, and soon responded to my play. I bent over and kissed the head and then took both his balls in my mouth and sucked on them. Jed played with my pussy, gently pinching the lips and rubbing his fingers over the opening.
I twisted so that my cunt was over his mouth and he flicked at the lips with his tongue. When he pulled the lips into his mouth and sucked on them, I went down on his cock, taking the full length in my mouth. My hands massaged his balls as I slowly, and enticingly, raised my head, sucking hard at his penis. Jed pulled my body lower so that my cunt was right on his mouth. He licked the tips and then pushed his tongue deep inside me. I skinned his prick and tongued the bulb. Nipping at the staff, I continued rubbing his balls, occasionally taking them into my mouth and sucking. I knew I must be tearing him apart because he couldn't lie still; his body was moving from side to side and I could hear low moans coming from his throat.
He wasn't doing so badly for me, either. His tongue was giving me fits as it touched every inch of my box. But the way he sucked on the lips really drove me up the wall and before I could prevent it, I was releasing my load. He moved his tongue around inside my box, helping me to unload all the juice I had stored up. At the same time, I felt the hot liquid from his penis lubricate my throat. I chewed and sucked on his penis, pulling every drop from his sac, and rubbed his balls even harder.
When we finished, I didn't move from where I was. I just eased down a little, to where my cunt was only inches from his face and I was lying with my head between his legs, with his wet, drooping cock lying between my breasts. We lay like this for some time, then I felt Jed rubbing my buttocks, touching my moist bOx, and rubbing my anus. I lay there and let him explore, enjoying his subtle touches. It wasn't long before! could feel his prick beginning to stiffen. I reached under me and played with his balls. My touch caused his meat to harden almost immediately.
His playing had kept me wet. I moved forward, toward his feet, and with my asscheeks still facing him, inserted his hard cock into my hole. I was on my knees, rocking back and forth, and knew he had the full view of his straining pole moving in and out of my red, juicy pussy. Jed massaged my buttocks, then moved his finger to my anus, He slowly pushed his finger inside the small hole and pumped in rhythm with my movements on his cock.
I rode him slow, both to enjoy and let him enjoy our love-making, and to savor his fingering my anus. This manipulation of both holes really put me in orbit and it wasn't long before I began increasing my movements. Realizing he might not be ready to come when I did, I reached back and played with his balls. When his finger began moving faster in my asshole, I knew he was working up to an ejaculation.
I could just see Jed in my mind, with his eyes riveted to his pole going in and out of my hole. I knew that by watching he would soon reach his peak, which he did. He shoved his finger as deep into my asshole as he could, then, with the other hand, pulled my body down on his shaft. I felt his warm fluid inside me. I pushed against him hard, allowing his prick to penetrate deep and for him to deposit his juice as far inside as he could.
He finished and I could feel his prick beginning to go soft. I hadn't come and began pumping faster, wanting to shoot off before I could no longer feel his meathook. His finger was still in my ass, deep and moving and then I felt him shove another finger into my pussy, along with his shrinking cock. His action caused me to shoot off immediately. I moaned satisfactorily as I sat back on his cock, feeling my fluid flow down over the softening rod. My hands were savagely massaging my tits and pulling on the nipples, which heightened my climax even more.
When I finally did quit coming, I laid down beside Jed and we embraced. We lay there for a long time, neither of us speaking, enjoying the moment at hand, knowing it would too soon be over. I was in no hurry to leave, and was willing to let Jed ride my saddle just as much as he wanted. Which he did. Within thirty minutes following our sexual bout, he was in me twice, coming both times. I paid more attention to him reaching his climaxes then I did to having my body react. But he enjoyed it, because I did respond and helped him along.
Jed hadn't been off me more than a few minutes when I began playing with his cock and sucking and biting his small nipples. Supposedly, men don't receive a sensation through their breasts, but I have my doubts about this. On several occasions, I have teased men by playing with their nipples and they seem to always erect quicker. Such was the case with Jed.
"Are you ready to go again?" I asked, teasingly stroking his rapidly erecting cock.
"You bet," was his avid reply.
I leaned forward on my hands and knees and spread my legs for his entry. I guess I prefer dog-fashion as the best of all positions. It allows the man's prick to penetrate deep inside my hole and. when the man gets near coming, he always slams it home hard, pushing in even deeper. And when he comes, I can feel it flush against my walls.
Jed aimed his cock straight for my box and made a bulls-eye on the first try.
"Pull it almost all the way out, then ram it home-hard," I instructed him.
"Won't that hurt?"
"A little, but I like it that way."
Jed did even better than I had asked. He pulled his prick out until just the large bulb was inside my pussy. Then, he moved that enormous bulge back and forth on the edge of my moist cunt several times, then rammed it home. I never knew when to expect it because he wouldn't tease me the same number of times. Sometimes, he would move it a dozen strokes, then ram it in. Other times, he would only use a couple of strokes and that rod would come boring in.
"How do you like that?" he asked.
"It's wonderful. Don't stop. Tease me some more."
The head felt good rubbing against my moist opening. I was extremely wet and his cock slipped in and out with ease. When he did ram home, I almost yelled. Our bodies would clap when they met and I could feel his balls slam against my mound. I was on the verge of coming and Jed could sense it. He stopped pumping and pulled his cock from my hole; then I felt it pushing against my anus.
There was a searing pain as his prick entered my asshole, but I gritted my teeth and withstood the ache. Soon, be was all the way in and there was no pain. Jed had his hands on my hips and pumped into me slowly and gently, evidently fearing that any sudden ramming would hurt.
His maneuver worked; my heat was cooling a little, although his prick sliding in and out of my ass still caused me to maintain a high pitch. I reached between my legs and gently massaged my cunt lips, which was a big mistake. When I did, my fever mounted and I couldn't stop rubbing and even increased the tempo the more Jed fucked me in the ass.
There was no stopping me. I rubbed harder and harder and slid my finger in and out of my pussy. Jed saw me and knew I would have to come soon. Instead of putting his cock in my hole, be continued pounding into my anus. The harder he pounded, the faster I fingered myself.
We climaxed at the same time. I felt his juice squirt out of my rear hole, around his cock, and I dug my finger into my hole as far as it would go, twisting and touching all sides, and emitting one spurt of come after another. Jed had rammed into my rear so hard that it was beginning to ache. As soon as I had finished coming, I fell forward onto the bed and could feel his juice on my buttocks.
We went to the bathroom and washed off, then returned to the bed. My rear was sore and I gingerly sat on the bed.
"Chris," Jed began, running his hand softly along my back, "I have to leave in about an hour. Let's make the most of the next few minutes."
I looked at him, not knowing what he had in mind. He was on his back, his cock lying across his sac.
"Climb up here and wash my face, Chris. I know you enjoy that."
He knew me well and didn't have to mention it twice. I was immediately astride his face, with my cunt on his mouth. He no sooner licked at the lips than my hands were on my tits, rubbing, squeezing, pinching. As I've said before, I love to have a man who knows what he is doing eat me, and Jed Barton knew what he was dong. When he sucked my cunt lips into his mouth and chewed on them, I was delirious. I squeezed my tits so hard they hurt. I moved my hips slowly back and forth, rubbing my pussy over his mouth as his tongue darted in and out of my hole. He continued teasing me, flicking at my lips with his tongue, sucking, and darting in and out of my hole. I felt perspiration on my forehead and my tongue was rapidly rubbing my mouth. My breasts were beginning to ache where I had massaged them so hard.
"Now, please. Put your tongue in. Make me come. Eat me. Please." I was frantic, emotionally insane, and when Jed stuck his tongue inside me, I exploded with a wad of juice that seemed like a gallon bucket overturned. I moaned and groaned, rubbing my crotch in his face, shooting off repeatedly. He continued tonguing me, making me come even more. Even when I had no juice left, he kept his tongue busy, making me suffer. I couldn't come again, nor could I move. He had me held to his mouth and his tongue prevented me from moving.
Eventually, I fell forward, exhausted, drained, and with my tits aching from the torture I had put them through. I led leaned forward, with his hand on my back. "Don't believe I have to ask if you enjoyed it, do I?" was his confident question.
I was breathing heavily and could only manage to shake my head. He knew he had pulled every ounce of fluid from my body, which he had meant to do. It was his going-away present. I have never had a better one.
In the few minutes remaining, after I had gained some of my strength back, I gave Jed a fast mouth job and attempted to drain him. I don't believe I succeeded as well as he had.
I, felt a sadness when we parted, as I'm certain he did, but I was looking forward to my new job, new experiences, and that big, delicious cock of Joe Gordon's.
And, who knows, maybe there are others out there with cocks even bigger, even better.
Yes, who knows? I look forward to my new life with relish.
