It was cool and quite in the dimness of the room. Through the picture window Donna Ferguson looked out on the sun-dappled yard of the motel. It was still difficult to believe that she was actually going to work at last. This would be her first job.
Donna had never been more than a few miles from home on her own before. Even though she had taken a high school course in typing and knew some shorthand, it was impossible to find a job in an office. So when she read the ad in the morning newspaper for a motel maid, she thought she might as well apply.
The discovery she made had been a momentous one for her. All she was aware of now was the fact her funds were dwindling and she needed to find work. Behind her the door opened softly and she turned to see a man framed in the opening. He was in his early thirties, she judged, lean and tall. The well-tailored, silver-gray suit added to the dignity he seemed to exude. Even in the dimness of twilight she was conscious of the penetrating quality of his gaze.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," he said in a quiet voice. "I'm Carl Miller. I understand you're looking for a job."
"Yes," Donna replied in as steady a tone as she could manage. "I hope it's still open."
He didn't reply immediately. As he came further into the room and closed the door Donna saw his features closely for the first time ... the strong jut of his nose above a well-cut mouth, the taut stretch of tanned skin over high cheekbones, the waviness in the dark hair which grew forward in a widow's peak over his forehead. A handsome face, yet with a hint of ruthlessness in its lines.
"Please come into my office," he invited. She followed him into his small office in the back of the motel. He motioned, indicating one of the heavily carved chairs facing the huge ornate desk which he sat down behind. Donna sat in the chair, feeling him studying her as she in turn came into the direct stream of light from the window. It took an effort to meet that dark blue gaze. There was something about this man which made her feel on edge, although she could not have explained why.
"What kind of experience do you have being a motel maid?" he asked with a coolness that indicated he was a businessman from the first word.
"None yet," she told him.
"How old are you?" he questioned.
Donna looked at him in momentary confusion, unable to see what her age should have to do with anything. Nevertheless, she found herself answering, "Eighteen."
Carl Miller leaned against the corner of the desk, one hand thrust casually into his trouser pocket, the other curved over the edge of the wood at his side, long and strong and brown with a gleam of gold on the little finger.
"Might I be permitted to ask what a young woman of your age is doing looking for a job at a motel as a maid?"
Donna's green eyes sparkled briefly. For a fleeting moment there was incredulity in his eyes, then without warning he leaned forward and put a hand under her chin to tilt her face further into the light, once more assessing the quality of the small fine features beneath the long, straight fall of auburn hair.
"I couldn't find any other job," she told him.
The disappointment cut through her like a knife as she reflected on the difficulty she had had in seeking a position.
"I guess we could start you out here," he told her as there was a sudden strange note in his voice.
"All right," she said solemnly as she got to her feet. "Maybe I haven't had enough experience."
Carl gazed at her for a long moment, his brows drawing together a little. His attitude seemed strange, almost as if he were reluctant to tell her to go-
"I'm sorry for taking your time," she told him. Carl stopped her. "Why are you leaving?"
"Why not?" she demanded. "Apparently, I don't have enough background. That's what everybody tells me."
She sighed heavily and looked at him sadly. It was quite apparent that she was becoming upset over the fact that everywhere she went they said she didn't have enough background.
"Sit down," Carl told her, "and teU me something about yourself."
Sitting down in the large leather chair once more, Donna looked up at him. Carl noticed her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
"Now, tell me, why are you here asking for a job?"
There were always girls coming to Las Vegas with high hopes of making it big at the flashy gambling casinos as models or showgirls. Perhaps she had not been able to realize her dream as quickly as she thought she should and now she wanted to work as a motel maid. He was eager to see what her answer would be.
"I couldn't find any work anywhere," she told him, her voice quivering, despite all of her efforts to control it. "After my mother's death a few weeks ago I discovered we didn't have any more money. Apparently, mother's money ran out just about the time she died. So now I'm on my own ... and I've got to make it."
The motel manager leaned back behind his desk and smiled reassuringly at Donna Ferguson.
"I don't intend to let you go," he informed her. "Even though we seldom take on girls who have no background or experience or anyone quite as young, I can see that you really want to work."
Donna was pleased and excited now, every trace of bitterness over his coolness disappearing as he seemed to understand her.
"Oh, thank you," she told him, trembling a little as she came abruptly to her feet. "I can see you have a heart. There are not many people these days that do."
"Sit down," Carl told her quietly, but with an emphasis which surprised her. She looked at him uncertainly, assessed the set of the strong mouth and found herself subsiding back into the chair she had just vacated without a murmur, her eyes coming to rest on the plaques on his wall.
"This motel," he told her, "has an excellent reputation."
Turning, he pointed to the various plaques and awards the Starlite Motel had been honored with.
"This is no ordinary motel," he told her, "and all of our girls must go through a one-week training program. It's very important that all of our customers are satisfied. You will see when the housekeeper trains you to what I'm talking about."
"When do I start?" she asked without hesitation.
Carl Miller was watching her face, his own impassive, as he asked, "You really want to work, don't you?"
Without hesitation she replied, "Yes, I do."
For the first time a smile touched his lips.
"I'm going to call in Virginia Culver," he told her, "and she will get you started. She's the housekeeper here."
Donna looked up at him happily. At last she had found someone who really cared about giving her a chance to prove herself.
"Thank you," she told him with sincerity.
Carl straightened up at his desk, and then he got to his feet, moving across the window to gaze out into the courtyard of the Starlite Motel.
"You can do very well here," he told her, "but it is important that you perform all your duties faithfully."
Thanking him again she waited until Virginia Culver came into the office. Virginia Culver looked at Donna, her eyes narrowing suddenly and coldly.
"How old is she?" she demanded.
Trembling, but controling her voice, Donna looked up at her.
"I'm eighteen."
Shrugging, Virginia shook her head.
"And what experience have you had?"
It didn't take long for Carl Miller to stop Virginia's inquisition.
"I'm going to ask you to train her," he smiled.
Virginia Culver bit her Up, aware that he was doing something that she didn't approve of. It crossed her mind that possibly he might ask services on the side from such an attractive young girl.
"All right," she said in a low tone, "if you've got your paper work done, maybe I could show you the place today."
Carl shook his head.
"No," he told her, "she can begin tomorrow. I just wanted you to meet her and know that she will be on duty tomorrow mormng at nine o'clock."
Doing her best to control her own disgust, Virginia nodded.
"Yes, Mr. Miller," she said in a low voice. "Is there anything else?"
Carl shook his head.
"She'll be on her post tomorrow morning and in your office at nine."
Donna was uncertain as to where she should go and asked him, "And where is that?"
Pointing to the room at the far end of the motel, he told her, "It's right there at the end."
"It's marked 'office," Virginia said. "You can't miss it."
There was a certain insinuation in her voice that bothered Donna. However, at this point she didn't have time to worry about anything.
"Thank you," she said matter-of-factly."
Once she was gone, Donna looked again at Carl Miller. His dark eyes were enigmatic.
"Are you sure you can handle a job like this?" he asked in a businesslike voice.
She paused, his expression alerting her that he wanted to say something.
"Why?" she pounced on his hesitation, some instinct prompting a sudden feeling of apprehension. "Is there something wrong?"
There was a long pause before he answered.
"No," he nodded. "That is, if you know how to handle situations."
When she kept prying, he continued with some reluctance.
"There are situations," he explained as he came up from behind his desk and sat on the edge of it and looked at her.
"What kind of situations?" As Carl Miller looked down at the helpless young girl alone in the world, he paused again, thoughtfully appraising her and added with deliberation, "If you want me to speak bluntly, I'll tell you. Then you will understand clearly." "Yes, please do," she insisted. "Very well," he straightened up. "There are men who like to put the make on the motel maids who work here. The important thing is for you to resist them. All you have to do is go over to the telephone on the desk in the room. Lift the phone off its cradle and if there is any difficulty the switchboard operator will understand and we'll send someone down to help you."
For a moment the dream of a wonderful job collapsed for Donna.
"Is there something to ... fear?" the young girl asked anxiously.
"Not if you're careful," he told her.
Donna flushed.
"That wasn't what I meant. It's kind of you to tell me about the telephone, but you haven't told me what I should fear."
Carl Miller smiled. Donna opened her mouth, about ready to plead that he tell her everything. But she didn't have to, for Carl Miller sensed her fears and began talking bluntly.
"Sometimes we do have a tough customer," he admitted candidly, "and our girls must be trained to know how to deal with them. We've even had instances when girls have taken courses in karate to protect themselves."
For a moment Donna wasn't so certain she wanted to work at the motel at all.
"I'm not sure," she said, shaking her head slowly, feeling her words. "Maybe ... I shouldn't work here."
His eyes lit up. "You must do what you think you should," he assured her, "but you will find problems wherever you go. You're a beautiful girl."
She sat there, her expression changing to one of dismay at the realization of what he was telling her.
"It's all right," Carl Miller said softly. "I want you to simply realize there are problems that a motel maid faces that women in other occupations may never come in contact with."
He had to step out for a moment and speak to a man who came to the door. As Donna sat there alone, she looked through the shutters over the windows, and saw the courtyard. Flowers spilled everywhere below, trailing from tall urns and earthware containers set at random about the patio of the motel. She enjoyed the vines winding about the building. As they reached over the balcony on the first floor, she couldn't help realize what a delightful place it would be to work.
The afternoon was passing into evening now, the heat diminishing a little as the sun's rays lost their strength. The light was opaque, the sky faintly misted. In a short while it would be dark. Suddenly, Carl Miller returned to his office. "Have you made up your mind?" he smiled. For a moment Donna didn't know the answer. Getting to her feet she finally realized she had to go to work. All of her life she had envied those of her friends who had fathers to take care of them in times of stress. Her mother had done her best to play both roles, but it hadn't been enough. And now with her mother gone, she felt more insecure and uncertain than ever before.
"I'll be here tomorrow," she told him, "at nine o'clock. I think I will enjoy it here. I appreciate your frankness in telling me even the bad points about working here. But you still haven't told me about the salary."
"We pay quite well here," he told her. "You'll make a hundred and twenty dollars a week, as well as your meals."
How Donna wished Carl Miller had had some kind of attraction for her. She wished that he would take her out to dinner. Secretly she wished she didn't have to go to work as a motel maid at all. Brushing these thoughts she thanked him. He obviously was a man who could be trusted and Donna was grateful for this.
"I appreciate what you're doing to help me," she told him.
Carl Miller looked at her beautiful body as she exited. The lust in his eyes should have told her what he was thinking about. It was fortunate he had been able to control himself as she looked at him.
Donna drove back to the small apartment where she had been living. The landlady spotted her and immediately came over to speak with her.
"Miss Ferguson," a voice crisp and alert called over to her, "I'd like to talk to you."
Sighing heavily, Donna walked over toward the gray-haired landlady, who she knew would be discussing the fact that she was late with the rent.
"You know, you're a week behind in the rent," she told her, "and I can't wait much longer."
Smiling, Donna assured her that she wouldn't have to wait much longer.
"I go to work tomorrow," she informed her. "How nice," the landlady nodded. "Are you working in an office like you wanted to?"
"No, I'm going to work as a motel maid at the Starlite Motel," she said seriously. "It's all I could get."
"Oh, I see," the landlady told her. "Well, we have to do what we have to do."
She turned, didn't say another word and walked away.
It was dark when Donna went up to her apartment. It was awful being alone like this. How she wished that there was someone waiting for her. Someone who would take her out to dinner. She always fantasized and imagined things to see her through dark moments. However, there was no telephone call and there was no lover waiting.
Even though Donna didn't have much money left, she thought she should treat herself to going out to dinner. There was a nearby restaurant that she could at least go to and not have to bother preparing food for herself in her small kitchen.
At the restaurant there was a young man who came in and sat beside her, trying to get acquainted. Her mother had warned her about picking up with strangers and Donna made it a point not to get very friendly.
After her dinner she drove home. She set the alarm clock for seven so she could be to work on time.
It wasn't easy to go to the office at the Starlite Motel, for it was apparent to her that Virginia Culver really didn't want her to work there at all.
When she showed up before nine, Virginia Culver acted almost disappointed.
"Well," she smiled, "it's nice to see you here bright and early."
Donna tried to return her smile, even though she felt it was insincere.
"Where are you from?" Virginia asked her.
"Chicago," she replied.
"That's quite a distance to travel alone. Didn't you have anyone who could accompany you?"
Donna shook her head. It was getting her disgusted that Virginia was becoming so personal. "I'm very grateful to Mr. Miller for allowing me to work here even though I have never been a motel maid before."
Virginia caught on to what she was trying to tell her. She was explaining that she appreciated Mr. Miller's willingness to hire her and it was apparent to her that she didn't want her.
"All right," she began, "let's see what size you are. We have some nylon uniforms over here."
Virginia showed her a series of uniforms in a closet.
"Here's one I think will fit you," Virginia smiled.
Handing it to her, she watched as Donna removed her dress and put on the uniform.
"You've got a nice shape," Virginia told her. "I wish I could watch my weight the way some of these young girls do. They have to starve themselves to do it, you know."
It was apparent to Donna that Virginia was jealous. This got her angry.
"Now let's begin," she said as they started the rounds of the motel rooms.
By the time lunch-time arrived, Donna was famished.
"I'm hungry," she complained.
When the afternoon arrived, Virginia Culver told her flatly. "You're on your own. Now I told you what you have to do. First, you strip the beds and then you vacuum. After that you clean the bathroom completely. You make it a point to put on the fresh linen last. Always count the linen to make sure that no towels, wash clothes or sheets have been stolen. You'd be amazed how many people like to take things. This time of year they don't take the blankets. But in the winter they do."
The afternoon shift was easy. Practically everything was done and all she had to do was stay in the housekeeper's room. When a room lighted up on the switchboard she would have to pick up the phone and find out what they wanted.
She sat there reading a magazine until she saw the switchboard light up. Picking up the phone she asked the customer, "What is it?"
"I would appreciate it if you'd bring some ice cubes, honey," the man said, his voice slurring a bit.
Donna didn't know what to do. However, Virginia Culver, the housekeeper, who was reading a novel, looked up angrily.
"What is it?" she complained, as if she was angry that she had been disturbed in the middle of the book.
"He wants some ice cubes," Donna explained. "Well then, for heaven's.sakes, get him some. I've told you where the ice cube containers are, and you know we have plenty of them over there."
She pointed to a large container of ice cubes.
"All right," Donna replied, "but I think the man is drunk."
"All the better," Virginia shook her head. 'The tip will be bigger. Hurry up."
Donna didn't look at it that way at all.
"I wouldn't want to take advantage of him," she explained.
"Don't worry about it," she told her. "Just go ahead and do your duty. That's what we're here for."
When Donna went to the room and the man opened the door she got a jolt. For he pulled her into the room, along with the ice cubes and smiled happily. He was only wearing a towel.
"Sweetheart," he slurred, "if you would give me a nice little body massage so I could go to sleep, I'd give you twenty bucks."
His eyes lit up like Roman candles when he said "twenty bucks," as if it was a million dollars.
At first Donna was revolted by the idea of staying one moment in the room. However, the rapid offer of twenty dollars made her think for an instant. And it was in that thought when she balanced her moral values against the money that she changed her mind. For she was down to two dollars.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt anything," she told him.
"Not at all," the man assured her. "What's your name, honey?" he asked as he slipped some of the ice cubes into a drink beside the bed.
"Donna," she replied.
"That's a real nice name," he told her. "My name is Curt."
Just as he said that he slipped off his towel. As he let it fall to the floor he reached for his cock.
"And this is little Curt," he grinned.
Donna laughed nervously.
"I just said I would massage you," she reminded him anxiously.
He stretched out on the bed on his stomach. And then he threw the towel over his buttocks.
"There's some body oil over there," he said, pointing to a plastic container on the night stand.
Donna picked up the container and poured some into the palms of her hands. Then she began massaging up and down the nerve center of his spine.
"Oh, that's really relaxing, honey," he told her. "You don't know how good it feels to have your nice hands on my body."
Donna remembered how she had rubbed her father when he told her to. It was strange how it all came flooding back in her memory. It wasn't a suggestive sexual act then, as it obviously was now. She deliberately avoided massaging anywhere around his buttocks. Donna went below to his thighs and down to his calves. However, Curt wasn't completely satisfied. Gently easing the towel off his behind he looked at her.
"Aren't you gonna rub there, too, honey?" Donna didn't hesitate to tell him her feelings on that subject.
"I don't think I should."
"Go ahead," he smiled. "My ass won't hurt you. Just pour some oil on my butt and rub."
Even though Donna knew that she shouldn't get this intimately involved with a customer, she found herself trapped with her own need for the money. Reluctantly she poured some oil on his buttocks and began massaging him there. Curt parted his legs and told her, "Why don't you massage along my prostate gland?"
Her hands moved down to his prostate. At this moment she could see his huge, hairy balls swelling.
"That sure feels great," he said. "Just slide your finger up my rectum."
Even though Donna knew she shouldn't, she did. Curt obviously loved the sensation of her finger movements in his asshole.
"Keep it up, sweetheart," he told her. "OHHH, that's tremendous. Now why don't you press down with those nice big boobs of yours and let me feel them?"
Donna was upset. She didn't want to go through with it. However, he kept insisting and she finally relented. Pressing down he could feel her bosoms. Her nylon uniform which held her great breasts crushed down on his buttocks. He got electrical sensations tingling up and down his spine at this point.
"OHHH," he told her, "I'll toss in twenty more if you'll just take off your uniform and press those tits of yours on my ass."
For a second Donna hesitated.
"All right," he told her, "hurry up."
She didn't hesitate any longer. Getting to her feet she unzipped her nylon uniform. When Curt caught sight of her huge bosoms in her half-cup pink brassiere, he got all the more excited.
"Wow," he exclaimed licking his lips, "what a beautiful pair of tits you've got! Take off that bra, baby. Don't be bashful."
Hypnotized by his words and her own eager desire to make money, Donna found herself slipping off her bra. When her bosoms were completely naked, she sat down on the edge of the bed and crushed them down over Curt's slippery ass cheeks. He loved the tingling sensation.
"OHHH, baby," he exclaimed excitedly, "that feels fantastic. Keep pressing them across my ass." Donna didn't hesitate now. She was giving him the sensations he was enjoying so much.
"OHHH, press them down harder," he exclaimed. "That's just the way I like it. Don't stop for anything. OH, baby, do it."
Donna continued crushing her big bosoms down on his slippery ass cheeks. She could tell from the way he was wiggling that he was pressing his penis against the bed. Apparently he had a hard-on.
"Why don't you feel under here?" he finally blurted. "You would see how big my prick is."
This was something she absolutely did not want to do.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that," she insisted.
"Sure you can, honey," he told her. "If you want to make the money, reach under here and feel of my prick."
Donna got the point. If she didn't give him more satisfaction he wasn't going to pay off. She was in no position to complain to her boss. She let her hand slip underneath him. He pressed his cock down hard on her.
"Doesn't that feel nice and juicy?" he smiled up at her.
"I guess so," she said nervously so he wouldn't get the idea that she was aching for more action.
However, before she knew what was happening, he was rolling over.
"May I present you with my penis," he smiled lustfully. "It's yours, baby, all that nice sweet juice in it."
Curt reached for her hand and held it on his pulsating cock.
"Doesn't that feel good, baby?" he asked, his heart racing rapidly, "And it tastes even better, I promise you. Some girls say it tastes like liquid sugar."
Donna had been confronted with a situation identical to this in high school. She had resisted the lusty young high school boy's advances and she was going to resist this man's now.
"If you think I'm gonna give you a blow job," she snapped indignantly, "forget it! Lots of guys tried to put the make on me that way. But I'll never do it!"
That only whetted Curt's appetite to force her to go down on him.
"I want to teach you the fine art of cock sucking," he smiled.
At that point Donna pulled away. "You bastard!" she snapped angrily. "What kind of a motel maid do you think I am?" He smiled at her.
"I hope you're good at cock sucking," he said, "because you can make a lot of money that way. Now the first thing you do is lick the tip of it with your tongue. Just pretend that it's an ice cream cone."
"Ill never do that," she protested as he reached to the back of her head and guided her down over his gigantic penis.
Looking at her lustfully now, Curt's blue eyes lit up. He loved seeing the redhaired girl with her pink tongue slipping over the head of his cock.
"That's it," he smiled. "You'll love it once you taste it."
Donna could never understand why boys wanted her to give them blow jobs. At this point she couldn't understand how she had succumbed to Curt's drunken request. It was almost as if he had cast a hypnotic spell over her. She realized that if he complained, she might lose her job. Virginia Culver didn't care for her anyway. If someone I complained to the housekeeper, it would give her leverage to get rid of her. But at this moment Donna knew she had to let her tongue slide over Curt's cock head.
"Come on," he insisted, "all the way. Get your mouth over it and suck real hard."
He forced her down farther and her lips clamped I on his cock.
"Build up suction," he instructed her. 'That's I what I like. Suck my prick. Come on, suck that j cock. Now you're doing it. That's what I want, j Suck that big juicy prick of mine."
Curt was giving her what he felt she needed. She was going from the tip of his cock to the base. And she was enjoying every moment of it.
"Keep it up," he exclaimed excitedly. "Keep sucking my prick."
To her surprise, she had actually discovered a strange erotic pleasure in going up and down on his throbbing, long penis.
"We're doing it just like they do in the movies," he exclaimed. "The deep-throat fuck. OHHH, baby, I need you now. You're doing it just great. Let me drive it in farther."
Curt went on driving his prick down her throat. She was so excited and humiliated that she was trembling. She realized in a moment he would climax and shoot his cum. Donna feared she could never go through with swallowing this man's seed. However, she recognized he had a need of sexual activity, yet she felt this was not her line of duty.
"Come on, sweetheart, suck my prick off. Now you're doing it, OHHH, that's what I want. Eat my cock. Suck it. Suck, baby, suck."
This got Donna so upset she pulled her mouth off his slippery, long cock. Glaring down at Donna Curt became angry.
"I told you to suck," he complained as he grabbed her head and shoved her down over his meaty, thick cock.
"I can't," she protested. "Please, don't make me."
Curt's desire overrode her feelings. Swiftly he shoved her down over his man meat.
"I'll teach you to eat cock," he told her. "Go ahead ... do it!"
Difficult as it was, she closed her eyes and let her mouth slip down the length of his prick.
"OHHH," he groaned in lustful desire, "now you're doing it. Suck, suck."
It got Curt so excited now he was trembling. "Let your tongue dip in the tip of it," he told her as he luridly pistoned his penis in her mouth. . His lust-mounting cock was ready to explode. He could see her beautiful bosoms as she pumped up and down.
"You suck better than I ever dreamed you could," he told her as he prepared to shoot his hot, creamy jissum down her throat.
He began pumping it into her mouth with force now.
He closed his eyes, rolling his head back and forth.
"AHHH ... yesssss ..."
Salaciously he forced her to go farther down on his prick. At this point he was ready to explode. Gripping her tightly he forced her to clamp her lips on his cock as he shot his wad.
"I'm cuming," he panted as his glistening cock exploded.
His cock was huge. It seemed as though she would choke on the thickness of it, but he was determined that she was going to slurp and suck all of the cream from the tip of it.
"Eat me," he exclaimed passionately. "Suck off!"
His hot sperm continued thundering into her mouth and it dribbled from the corner of her lips. To her surprise Donna discovered it tasted good. She swallowed hungrily and continued sucking until Curt had to tell her to stop.
"It tickles," he panted as he finished pumping it down her throat. "Enough."
Gently releasing her lip grip on his penis she watched as he pulled his prick from her mouth.
"Wow!" he told her. "You sure know how to give good head."
Chapter Two
Once Curt had obtained what he wanted from the motel maid, he didn't hesitate to tell her to get off.
"That's enough, honey," he said, shoving her roughly. "Your money's over there."
He rolled over and went to sleep as she got to her feet and went over to count the money. It made her feel good to think she'd earned some money, but more than that she was delighted she had removed the barriers that were constantly holding her back from enjoying sex.
When she returned to the maid's room and Virginia Culver saw her, she shook her head.
"What took you so long?"
"Oh, nothing," she assured her. "I was just cleaning up the room."
"I hope that was all," Virginia shook her head. "Don't get involved with any of the men. They will try to put the make on you but we don't run that kind of place at the Starlite Motel."
Donna figured the best thing to do was act angry that she had ever suggested such a thing.
"What do you mean by that statement?"
Virginia recognized she was angry. She calculated it might be better to drop the subject as she didn't know that she'd actually done anything for sure.
Later in the afternoon Donna received another call as the switchboard lit up. A man's voice told her that he wanted another pillow.
"All right," she said accommodatingly.
She went to his room and rapped on the door.
"Come in," the man called out.
Donna entered the room. She looked at the bed and saw a handsome black, athletic-looking man lying there on his back with his penis standing straight up.
"Just put it over here," he told her.
Slowly the young motel maid walked toward the bed. The horny black man didn't take his eyes off her. He was becoming more excited every second. He couldn't help admire her beautiful bosoms that pressed at the confinement of her white nylon maid's uniform.
"Wouldn't you like to help me?" he smiled up at her.
She realized immediately what he wanted her to do. His hand grabbed his penis and he began pumping up and down on it vigorously.
"Why don't you give me a hand job?" he smiled.
She knew that probably most motel maids were looked upon as easy bait for the many men who were eager to find some extra marital sexual outlets. This bothered her. She didn't want to feel cheap. However, he was so anxious to have sex with her that he suddenly reached out and touched her.
"You know you want to feel of me," he insisted.
At this point he didn't hesitate to tell her what he expected.
"Why don't you take off your clothes?" he asked. "Then you can lie down here beside me."
Hypnotized by the black man's words, she had the strange desire to strip for him. However, she thought of Virginia Culver and her complaints about taking so much time in the rooms.
"I can't," she said nervously.
Reaching out, the strong black man grabbed her.
"Wouldn't you like to have sex with a football star?" he smiled.
"Are you a football star?" she asked in amazement.
Nodding, he assured her he was.
"Just look at my muscles," he told her. "But study this one the most."
Clasping his gigantic prick he smiled proudly.
"I... I can't," Donna told him as she headed for the door.
He jumped off the bed and went to the door. He stood there with his huge cock pointing at her.
"Just let me see you," he told her. "I've just got to look at you."
He was rude and crude. However, none of it mattered. He was standing there stark naked before her, horny and anxious.
"I like your tits," he told her.
Slowly he reached out and started to unzip her uniform. His hands swept inside and he felt of her full, ripe breasts.
"OHHH, they're beautiful," he exclaimed. "Now why don't you reach over here and pump on my cock?"
Her hand surged over to his penis and she began vigorously pumping up and down.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "I've got to get your clothes off."
He practically undressed her. When she slid out of her tight-fitting panties and removed her skimpy bra, she stood before him totally nude.
"Go over there," he smiled, "and stand in front of the mirror. I like to see a girl's reflection when I'm fucking her."
Donna had no idea what he wanted to do. However, she listened to him. As she looked in the sliding closet mirrored doors she saw him standing beside her. He reached out to her pubic vee, letting his finger tips gently ease back and forth across her downy pubic curls.
"Now play with my prick," he told her hotly.
Her hand reached out and she began pulling up and down on his cock. At this point he had another idea.
"I want to watch you finger fuck yourself."
He forced her to let her fingers invade her pouting pussy lips. She looked in the mirror and watched as she pumped her fingers smoothly. Her breasts appealed to the black man so much that he was licking them and fondling them while she continued letting her hand slide smoothly back and forth in her fiery vagina. The raging vaginal heat could not be denied. Finally, Donna let her two fingers slip inside of her pussy lips and she began vigorously fucking herself. It felt wonderful to have him sucking on her bosoms while she pumped her fingers into her cunt.
All at once she watched as he dropped to his knees. She felt his tongue licking along her crotch.
"OHHH," she begged as she felt him sucking noisily at her pussy, "eat me, eat me."
His tongue continued to play in an irresistible fervency and she loved it. Her brain swam with the spinning intoxication of the lewd act he was performing with her. He enjoyed tasting her pussy this way. The black man thrilled to the sensations of her hips grinding at him. It was so delicious that he could hardly stop sucking on her. She could hear him hotly, lovingly licking at her inflamed pussy. And then he began to suck, twirling his tongue and caressing. The unbelievable pleasure was bringing her to a fantastic climax. Donna felt his firm hands clasping her bare buttocks as he continued his lewd sucking. The exotic taste of her was maddening to him. He revelled in the delicious burning flesh of her pussy. There was something about the obscene act that made her gasp with delight.
"Suck me, suck me," she begged.
Her eyes were glazed with lust as she looked in the mirror.
"OHHH, AHHH, I can't stand it. I'm going mad. Oh, kiss me, suck me with your beautiful tongue."
Wildly the lust-blinded young motel maid opened her pussy as he pumped it to her with unbridled passion.
"I'm cuming," she gasped. "Suck. Suck me."
She could feel him eating her as she juiced and this made her all the more excited. Nibbling at her clit and lightly, gently letting his tongue lave her, he finally withdrew.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
He didn't hesitate to let her know what he expected. Completely naked now, he knelt on the floor.
"Get behind me," he told her, "and lick my ass."
She didn't think she could do it for him. But he was insisting.
"Grab my buttocks," he told her, "and lick me there."
She knelt behind him. Clasping his firm, round buttocks she gently pulled them apart. And then she let her tongue slip between his ass cheeks.
"Beautiful," he told her as he parted them farther so she could gain better access with her tongue.
At this point he could feel her tongue gently flicking right up his asshole. A wanton shudder of delight ran up and down his spine as she sucked on his behind.
"Lick it," he told her as he looked in the mirror and saw her wetly glistening tongue moving in his buttocks. "OHHH," he gasped as he felt her heated tongue sliding up between his inner thighs, licking its hot way deep in his asshole. "Suck ass," he told her as he reached for his cock and began jacking off.
Donna continued licking his behind, satisfying his lusting need. But he wanted more.
"Reach for my prick and jack me," he told her.
Not once did the black naked athlete take his eyes off the lewd sexual scene reflected in the mirror. Her head was bobbing up and down rapidly beween his buttocks. And at the same time her hand was pulling along his glistening, hard cock in ever swifter strokes as she sensuously tongue fucked his behind. He loved the way she was licking his ass. One moment she would swing her tongue in circles and the next her wetly probing tongue would plunge right up his rectum with deep-stabbing, shameless movements. He wiggled his buttocks back against her face as she went on eating out his ass. At the same time that her tongue was plunging into the depths of his rubbery asshole she was grabbing on his prick and pulling in deep, hard movements. The sight of her ricking his ass sent tingling fire in his loins.
"That's what I want you to do," he told her passionately. "Suck my ass. Pull on my cock."
She was satisfying the fiery needs of his body as she went on licking his behind and pulling on his prick. The black dude was so hard now that he wanted to plunge his prick in her mouth.
"Pull your tongue out of my ass," he insisted, "and go down on me."
Donna slipped her tongue from his tight anus. She got underneath him as he raised his leg for her. Looking up she could see his throbbing penis. It was starting to drip juice from its tip. His balls swung on either side of his cock.
"Grab it," he told her, "and suck hard."
She thought she could never get all of that man meat in her mouth.
"Don't worry," he told her, "just take it slow."
At this point he gripped her head and guided his prick in her mouth.
"Grab it," he told her.
She pulled his throbbing prick to her lips and suddenly started sucking on the head of it.
"Play with the balls," he told her as he began fucking her vigorously.
She held his throbbing cock in her mouth and at the same time she let her finger tips fondle his testicles.
"Doesn't that taste good?" he panted as he kept pumping it to her.
He was thrusting hard now. Donna knew that it wouldn't be much longer until he shot her a big mouthful of his sticky white cum. She closed her eyes as he rammed it to her.
"Finger fuck my asshole," he told her.
Parting his ass cheeks, Donna eased her finger up his tight anus.
"Yes," he told her, "now you're sucking. Suck off."
He kept pumping it to her.
"Suck," he commanded, "suck it."
She uttered a low, helpless groan of despair as he viciously plunged his cock all the way down her throat. His eyes remained on the lascivious, unnatural activity that he was performing. He had reached a passionate state of arousal where he had to get her to do everything he wanted her to.
"Suck," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Suck it."
She could feel his big black balls slapping against her face as he would slide it in all the way.
"OHHH," he gasped as he ground his hips a little harder.
Donna choked back a building scream as she felt the ponderous, bulbous head of his cock forcing its way into her throat now. She was certain she would choke on his prick. With a lewdly sadistic grin on his face he kept telling her she would enjoy tasting him.
"Wrap your lips around it, honey," he stammered. "I'm almost there."
She could hardly take all of that prick meat. But his pulsating penis was ready to discharge.
"OHHH," he panted as he pumped his thick, lust-bloated prick recklessly down her throat. "I'm cumming," he groaned as he rode her face.
His throbbing cock unloaded and she could taste him shooting.
Her finger bucked up his asshole as he went on forcing his prick deep down her throat.
When Donna had finished sucking him she eased her finger from the tight confines of his rectal clasp and he pulled his thickly probing cock from her mouth.
It was apparent to Donna that he loved to torture her. The awful thing about it was the fact that he still had a hard-on.
"You like ass fucking?" he queried lewdly.
Shaking her head, Donna tried to explain she had never experienced anything like that before.
"I'll teach you," the black athlete told her eagerly. "Just crawl on the bed, honey, and I'll show you what it's like."
"You've got to bend over," he insisted, "if I'm gonna stick my prick up your asshole."
Donna could see her reflection in the mirror that covered one wall of the room as she positioned herself in the middle of the bed. Her entire body was flushed pink from the excitement and the heat of the warm summer afternoon. Her round buttocks swayed sensuously from side to side in fearful anticipation as the lecherous man positioned himself behind her, his massive erection bobbing menacingly before him.
Clasping her buttocks he massaged them for a moment.
"Relax," he told her as he felt her quivering. At this point he let his middle finger reach between her buttocks. Pressing against the crinkled ring of her anus he began taunting her roughly. "I'm afraid," the motel maid confessed.
"I know how to do it," he said sadistically.
Then she felt his strong fingers drawing away from her buttocks. She caught his reflection in the mirror as he spit in his hand. Applying a huge gob of spittle on the head of his angry cock he prepared to fuck her. Donna was fearful that she would be split in two. She watched his facial expression in the mirror as he pumped forward with a lascivious grin. The moment the pressure of his huge cock head crushed against her tight anus, she closed her eyes shut.
"Come on, relax," he insisted. "I'm not gonna kill you."
Even though he told her to relax, Donna knew it would be impossible. She didn't know how he ever could get all of that cock head past her tight, small asshole.
"Don't, please don't. I'll suck it for you. I'll do anything but this."
At that point she felt the black man's foreskin being stretched as his thick shaft was slowly pressured forward into the narrow quivering tunnel of her ass. There was a momentary pause then suddenly it popped inside, past her tightly clenched sphincter ring.
"Please, stop," she gasped fearfully.
"It's gonna hurt a lot more before it gets better," he told her sadistically, "but don't worry. You'll love it."
"It hurts too much! No! Please, pull it out. I can't take it this way!"
Paying no attention to the motel maid's protests, the man pumped it to her. Painfully the young motel maid turned her face to the reflection in the mirror. She could see her body postured slavishly before the black man, whose cock was just beginning to fuck into her asshole.
Despite the revulsion of the reflection, Donna couldn't deny the sudden masochistic thrill that coursed up her spine, too. She thought she would never survive this assault. His big cock was surging even deeper up into her vainly restricting little rectum. His immense penis throbbed like an angry fist as he relentlessly fucked forward. An excruciating fraction of an inch at a time he drove in. He was stretching her anal passage beyond all reason.
"No, no," she begged, "you'll split me in two."
Donna couldn't help wonder how any woman could ever derive pleasure out of anal intercourse.
However, her lover was enjoying it enormously as he stared down at the white, moon-like buttocks. He could see the reddish flesh of her round little ass clinging to his black cock like a second skin as he pulled back slightly with every forward stroke. At first the pressure had been almost unbearable even for him. Now it was just right, promising the milk of his sperm in that special climax that came from anal sex. It wouldn't be long at this rate until he felt the torrent of his white cum gurgling into the softness of her round buttocks.
"Ohhh, you're killing me!" she choked.
The athlete only laughed again at her agonized protests, and she dug her nails into the palms of her hands and bit her lips to try not to show the true depths of her humiliated anguish. Oddly, the pain began to slacken slightly even though his forward penis penetration of her continued unabated until she felt the prickly sensations of his pubic hair raising the soft crevice between the cheeks of her buttocks. He was in her asshole to the hilt, and all she felt was numbness.
"See, Donna, you're still alive. I didn't kill you," he laughed, cruelly pumping the pliant flesh of her narrow waist in a vise-like grip.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly the lustful man began to saw in and out of the white girl's stretched asshole, striking a lewd cadence of syrupy friction. She felt oddly wet and morbidly ashamed and she automatically squirmed back onto his fleshy penis, heaving and undulating her body, moving her rounded young hips back in timely, welcoming circles as if she were actually revelling in this unnatural invasion of her behind. With a peculiar reversal of her initial fears, the pain and torture began to fade from her mind. It was replaced by a weird masochistic desire. It began to tingle through her, bringing her clitoris erect and quivering, her nipples distending to an almost painful hardness, and her wide-stretched rectum to a delightfully heated fountain of pleasure. Donna's hips ground back to him in enjoyment with each jolting thrust of his huge prick in her bowels as her ripe, full breasts juggled obscenely beneath her bent and yielding torso, the very tips of her swollen nipples teasing against the cotton sheets below.
He reached around and let his finger feel into her pussy. He gripped her clitoris and squeezed it as he went on ramming his prick in her asshole.
Donna reached down with one hand to tenderly caress his dangling balls as he pumped forward all the way. Quickly he plunged his prick in her, driving it in as far as it would go. She could feel his sperm-filled testicles slapping against her ass cheeks as she groaned to the tempo of his double fucking. Donna enjoyed having his finger fucking her cunt while his prick stabbed in her ass. She ground her hips around as he rammed it in all the way, thrilling to his climax. Hot, white cum erupted from his penis tip as he unloaded in her asshole.
"Twist your butt around," he begged her. "Now you're fucking. That's the way I want it. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Donna slid up and down his hard, slippery, black cock as he kept shooting his sticky sperm up her ass.
"OHHH, beautiful," he told her as he withdrew his finger from her dripping pussy and began slapping her milky white ass cheeks playfully.
"Just like that," he told her.
She kept bucking back on his sticky cock until he had finished.
Pulling off, she collapsed in a heap for a moment. Returning to reality, she realized how angry the housekeeper would be if she didn't hurry back to her post.
"OHHH, I've got to get going," she told him nervously. "I can't wait any longer here."
It didn't take her long now to get off the bed and take a quick shower and get dressed in her white nylon maid's uniform.
"You ought to be a professional," he told her.
"Thanks a lot," she laughed as she left him.
At this point she realized what a mistake she'd made by ever becoming involved with anyone. It would not be easy to always find excuses for what she was doing. It frightened her as she returned to the maids quarters. Cagily Donna looked up at Virginia Culver, who was glaring at her.
"He's spilled something on the carpet," she explained as best she could, "so I had to clean it up."
"That's too bad," Virginia smirked.
Donna was certain that Virginia suspected something, but she was trying her best not to let on that she had done anything wrong. She was grateful when the day was over and she could return to her home. However, when she was given the night shift the next week she couldn't help asking Virginia Culver why.
"I just thought that would fit with you better," she explained.
"Thanks a lot," Donna said.
It was a sunny afternoon and as Donna walked along the terrace to the patio, she looked at her boss who was coming toward her.
"I would like to see you in my office," Carl Miller told her.
Donna went into her boss's office. She sat there thinking of all of the things she would like to say about the housekeeper. But when Carl Miller came in she thought perhaps it was best to do nothing. She did a little fast thinking and decided that maybe she should thank him for the opportunity to work at the Starlite Motel. That seemed better psychology.
Carl looked at his watch and told her he had just a few minutes, but he did want to speak to her about something. He tried to remain calm but it was apparent that tension was growing within him;, "According to Virginia Culver," he told her, "you have been spending too long in some ojf the guest's rooms. She's not charging you with anything, of course, but she says it doesn't give a good name to the Starlite if a motel maid is known to spend quite a bit of time in a room."
Carl Miller stood there in a characteristic pose, his long legs dangling over the side of the desk as he sat there and looked directly at her.
"Maybe you're right," she replied.
It bothered her that she was caught in a situation like this. Yet, without hesitation she got to her feet, thanked him and left.
That night when she went home she was surprised to find her old college boyfriend sitting in her room.
"What on earth are you doing here?" she asked.
"I just thought I'd drop by," he told her. I didn't expect to see you in this town. The other day I was driving by and I saw you walking over to your car. I knew you'd like a surprise, so here I am. I told your landlady that you were expecting me. I told her I was your brother."
It brought a blush to Donna's face listening to him, for it was apparent that he'd been drinking.
"I see you're still drinking, Randy," she observed.
"Why not?" he asked.
At this point Donna dismissed herself while she went into her bedroom and removed her white nylon maid's uniform and slipped into a dress. She was a devastating sight in her form-fitting beige dress with the plunging neckline that revealed her well-shaped breasts to very good advantage. Her lithe, long legs, trim ankles and brisk walk in her high heels gave her plenty of appeal. Randy looked up at her radiant face, the soft brown eyes seeming to invite him to make love to her, the soft brown hair falling on her shoulders provocatively. He realized with sudden impact that she was a very tempting sexual package.
"Where have you been all my life?" he smiled as he got to his feet and moved toward her. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Randy," she replied. "Now we're going out to dinner, aren't we?"
"Yes," he told her. "Let's go to a nice place and dine by candlelight."
For a moment Randy tried to think of where they could go.
"I know a beautiful restaurant," he enthused, "it's called The Patio."
Vividly Donna remembered the restaurant. Tables were set under wide-spreading trees with fountains bubbling in the corner.
"Wonderful," she told him. "I've never been there before. How did you make all this money?"
Shaking his head, Randy remained secretive. As they drove to the restaurant Donna could tell he was feeling very lonely.
"I've missed you, Randy," she told him seriously. "You've been practically my only friend. But I haven't wanted to bother you with my problems. And I've got them."
"Tonight let's be real happy," he suggested. "I know you think a lot of me. However, baby, I have been busy in Colombia on business."
"Colombia ... where?" she asked him.
"In the country of Colombia," he explained. "I was doing a little business in Peru, too."
Smiling nervously, Donna asked him what he was doing.
"What kind of business?"
Reaching out, Randy patted her thigh.
"Now that's the way I like to hear a woman talk. I know you are interested in my business so you can figure out if I'm a good candidate for marriage."
It disgusted her that he was suggesting that. All during dinner Donna and Randy made it a point not to talk about anything unpleasant. She was grateful. After they had enjoyed the atmosphere of The Patio Restaurant, she suggested, "Let's stop by that little bar down the street. They have a nice jazz combo playing there."
"Sure, we'll have a nightcap there," he said agreeably as he drove to the Tropical Casbah Bar.
After a couple of drinks Donna suggested they leave. Fortunately she wasn't asked for any age identification. She had always looked older than her years, and when she dressed in a particular manner she was confident that she could pass for twenty-two anywhere.
"You probably have to go to work tomorrow," he told her, "so you've got to get up early."
"No," she smiled at him, "I'm going on the night shift."
"By the way, what are you doing now, Donna?" Randy asked curiously.
"I'm a motel maid," she explained.
He burst out laughing. "That's awful," he told her"You mean, you change the sheets and make the beds and clean the floors?"
Donna was upset that he would talk like this.
Two tears rolled down her cheeks as he criticized her way of making a living.
"I'm sorry" he told her as he felt magnetically drawn to her.
He held her in his arms when he'd parked in front other apartment house.
"I could stay all night, if you'd like me to," Randy whispered.
She hesitated, for there was a tug of war going on inside of her. In a way she wanted to stay, and in another way she hated the thought of it. It was awful. Donna didn't consider herself a cheap woman and yet lust was taking over in her life in a big way.
"If you want to talk, I guess you could stay a little while," she agreed.
Turning now, she walked into the living room. Randy followed close behind. Sitting down on a sofa, Randy asked for a drink. This bothered Donna. He had already had a nightcap at the Casbah Bar and she didn't hesitate to tell him that he'd had enough. However, he only smiled and asked for another drink.
His blue eyes and the way his lips curled at the corner, his flashing white teeth and strong chin gave him a lot of appeal. Rising, Donna went over to the bar and asked him what he wanted.
"Mix me a Martini, very dry," he told her.
After she had prepared his drink for him, she served it to him and noticed the satisfied smile sweep over his face when he began drinking. Returning to the sofa Donna sat beside him.
"You know," he told her, "I sometimes wish that we had gotten married right after we got out of high school."
Finally she asked him why.
"My live-in girl friend was frigid," he explained.
Randy hoped this would elicit sympathetic response from his old girl friend. He figured correctly. Looking at him sadly, Donna shook her head.
"That's too bad. You must have really suffered."
"Let's not talk about it," he told her. "It's all over now."
Donna was pleased to hear that he was not involved with his live-in girl friend anymore.
"I've got to find someone," he admitted candidly, "who does love me."
Donna was thinking how much she would enjoy to provide him with the erotic satisfaction that he obviously needed. Yet she didn't want to make it too easy for Randy as she wanted him to be more than a one-night stand. She was walking a delicate balancing act and she knew it.
"Funny thing," he told her, "but you never looked as appealing as you do tonight."
Reaching out, his hand caressed her thigh.
"I sure would like to sodomize you," he told her.
Donna's jaw hung slack. "What did you say?" Randy put it on the line.
"In plain English ... I'd like to fuck your asshole," he said bluntly.
At this point she told him hotly, "You sound like a sex maniac. Don't talk to me like that." "You're very narrow minded," he told her. "I think you'd better be going now, Randy," she said, getting to her feet and walking to the door.
Randy didn't move. He sat there on the sofa, looking at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Now you know you want me to screw you," he told her. "Why do you act like this?"
"I want you to fuck off," she said, getting very angry as she opened the door.
"Now ladies don't talk like that," he chided her.
Someone was coming home late and they saw her standing there as if she was trying to urge him out. The couple laughed and walked on. Donna slammed the door on them and went back to Randy.
"Now see what you've done," she glared angrily.
Chapter Three
"I'd like to show you something nice," Randy suggested huskily.
Donna had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to show her. He began to unzip his fly. At first she lost her voice and couldn't say anything.
"I want you to give me a blow job," Randy suggested, his blue eyes focusing on her.
"I've never done a thing like that," the motel maid Med to her former lover.
"Let me teach you," he insisted as she came over and sat beside him, glaring at him.
He placed her hand on his bulging crotch. Donna felt edgy and uneasy to have him doing something like this.
"Now, go ahead," he told her. "My hard-on is dripping. You're going to miss some of that nice juice."
Donna was lost for words. The boldness, the crudeness of Randy made her furious and provided her with a sensation of being numb all over. Slowly unzipping his fly he reached in to grasp his huge penis to pull it out for her to see. It did arouse her to see all of his meaty manhood. But it also bothered her that Randy's cock was sending shudders of unwanted excitement up and down her own tingling spine. She was immobile now and couldn't move as she saw him grasp and manipulate the loose outer skin of his turgid maleness, capping and uncapping the unseen eye in its head. That eye was leaking, dripping a thin silvery strand of pre-coital sap that sheened and glistened at the satiny bloated head from which it came as he smeared it around with the palm of his hand on every upstroke.
Closing her eyes, Donna thought about what he was doing. She knew she couldn't go on. She was sick of sex. His big, shiny prick had no appeal to her at this moment.
Yet there was another sensation that was intruding at the edge of her mind. A stimulating sensation rising from the pit of her stomach to compete with the horror of the reality of her own desires. Her loins throbbed in response to the obscene spectacle that was taking place.
She couldn't help wonder what she was thinking about. Why was she so obsessed with sex? Secretly, silently, she wanted that thick cock.
Opening her eyes, Donna watched Randy pulling on his throbbing cock meat. At the rate he was pumping his cock it wouldn't take him much longer to get it off. She observed him leaning back and relaxing as he let his one hand reach for his heavy balls, twisting and bouncing them against his hairy legs, adding to the pleasure of imagining he was fucking her. He smiled lewdly up at her in his masturbation reverie. That was Randy's way of letting Donna know what she was missing.
He could see Donna's brown hair cascading over his muscular thighs as she knelt before him, sucking his cock, fused in his already hot brain. He could imagine her massive succulent breasts, too, bouncing against his hairy, prickly balls. She had big breasts and he could feel them dangling against his naked flesh as she continued bobbing up and down over his huge penis.
Donna knew Randy was a handsome man. His thrilling, huge cock held her transfixed like some swaying cobra. She wanted to reach out and grasp his turgid male member. Donna was so anxious to let her pink tongue flip over its meaty, thick head.
"Why don't we use your bedroom?" he shrugged. "It's awkward on the sofa."
Unable to resist him any longer, she nodded. It was strange how her desires had become so evident to her during the brief moment she saw him jacking off.
He might think of her as sexually starved because she didn't have a lover on a regular basis. At this point Donna was eager to have his rigid prick in her hands. She wanted to massage and play with his balls. It was her desire to pull at a speedy ipo up and down his rigid manhood. His lust for her was matched now by her own naked lusts for him.
As she led the way to the bedroom he followed. It would be the first time that she had sex with anyone in her apartment.
"Many men try to put the make on you at that motel?" Randy questioned with a knowing smile.
That got her so angry that she almost didn't go through with undressing.
"You stupid ape," she told him. "I have a respectable job."
A flood tide of memories of what she had been doing swept over her. Donna was recalling all too vividly the many times that she had carried on at the Starlite Motel-Recognizing that he got her uptight made Randy only all the more certain that she probably was having sex with some of the customers.
"Come on, honey," Randy smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt and began taking it off, "let me see what you look like bare-ass naked."
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Randy unfastened his shoes and got out of them. Next he unbuckled his belt and eased out of his pants. Sliding off his shorts he stood before her with his throbbing, long cock exposed to her view. When he was completely naked he went over to her.
"Grab it," he told her. "It's all yours."
She grabbed Randy's throbbing cock. It was enough to trigger her own desires to where she finally did strip..
"Just don't talk like that to me anymore," she told him frankly. "You are so crude and so blunt."
"Maybe honest, too?" he asked, a certain expression coming into his eyes that indicated to her he was aware of just about everything she'd ever done.
As Donna stripped, his eyes looked over her appreciatively. Once she had her dress off, he reached behind her to unfasten her brassiere. Sliding out of it she revealed her huge bosoms. Randy tugged at the elastic waistband of her panties, permitting his hand to feel inside of her, enjoying the touch of her naked flesh. Slipping her panties down, Donna stepped out of them, stark naked.
"Wow, do you have a body!" he told her.
Turning and going over to the bed, Donna pulled back the bedspread and blanket. She got on the crisp white sheets and stretched out. At that point
Randy joined her.
"I would enjoy watching you finger fuck," he told her. "I'll jack off while you finger your pussy."
Donna thought he certainly wanted a lot of variety. Meekly she let her hand reach down to touch herself. Turning to watch Randy, she observed him lying back, spreading his legs. Randy began pumping on his penis with hard, up-and-down movements. And then she let her hands toy with her firm, ripe breasts. Randy liked to see her pinch the erect nipples of her bosoms. Her hands found her supple thighs, and then began to rub and pinch around her pussy. Donna's slender middle linger slipped into her vagina. Then using two fingers she parted the tender outer lips of her pink, moist pussy. Her finger began maddeningly flicking against the distended nub of her hot clitoris that slipped wetly forward from the moist protection of its sheath-like position. She pumped smoothly and Randy watched carefully. It stimulated and excited him to see this.
As she watched, Donna shivered. She bit her pouting lower Up to keep from crying out with her obscene desires. And then what happened next made her very happy. Her eyes never left the lust-inflamed spectacle of Randy's pumping on his manhood. She wanted to drop to her knees, however, and beg for him to fuck her senseless. Seconds later, Randy's hands stopped for a precious moment as he tried to hold back the impending orgasm. Randy was anxious for her to lick his cock. He knew he would enjoy slipping his prick in her mouth and sliding its turgid, strong length down her throat.
"I want you to blow me now," he told her.
His words froze in her mind as she reached over for his cock.
"Go ahead," he urged. "You'll like it."
Once she was over him she began pulling on his cock.
"That's the way," he told her. "Lick my balls while you pull on my prick."
She gripped his throbbing, long cock and pulled hard now as her tongue slid back and forth around his hairy, swelling balls. Finally she licked the underside of his shaft and slid her mouth down over his penis.
"Get the rhythm," he told her.
Donna was getting the rhythm all right. She was pumping on his throbbing manhood and sucking at the same time.
"Keep it up," he urged anxiously. "Ohhh, yes, massage my balls while you suck my prick."
Donna was learning how to play with Randy's testicles while she sucked his throbbing cock. He was burning with desire now and could almost feel himself being sucked in.
"Yes, yes, ohhh, ahhh, suck off," Randy gasped as he reached down to fondle her bosoms while she sucked on his cock with rhythmic fury that told him he'd be shooting in seconds.
After Randy had played with her fresh, white bosoms, he let his hand wander to her neck, gently pressing the back of her neck as he began bringing her face farther down over his penis. The deeper he pumped his prick in her mouth, the more she enjoyed it.
"Suck me, suck me," he panted as he pumped the shiny head of his shaft against the back of her throat.
Her lips fastened firmly on his cock head as she sucked him vigorously, instinctively. He pumped his hard, long cock farther down her throat.
"Yes, yes," he panted, "just like that."
Donna had discovered how to suck smoothly and she was becoming more aroused than ever.
"Keep your mouth on it until I shoot my load," he warned her.
She enjoyed smelling the pungent scent of his naked loins as he let her hot mouth travel up and down the length of his manhood.
"Suck me ... suck me," he begged as he thrust his prick to the back of her throat, enjoying the sensation of his cock head caressing her there.
Sucking voraciously, she let her finger tips continue playing around his lust-bloated balls. His raging genital heat prompted him to change positions. He wanted to be on top and slide it to her so he could see the solid thrusting prick gliding down her throat. Rolling over he positioned himself so he could watch his throbbing cock riding in her face. She was on her back now and he was on top. He wanted her hands on his ass cheeks, playing with him there while he fucked her face.
"Grab my ass and play with me," he told her.
Her hands gripped his ripe, firm buttocks. She caressed his ass cheeks lovingly while he pumped his rock-hard cock to her.
It excited him to slide it all the way in her mouth and then slowly withdraw, so he could slowly observe the saliva-slickened surface of his cock as he pumped it back and forth. His balls twitched on her lips while he filled her face with his thick, skewering penis.
"I'm gonna flood your face," he smiled down at her. "I'm almost there. Just keep sucking."
With her lips fastened firmly on his spongy cock head, she was eager to suck the sweet, male sperm from his manhood. The hot flush of desire surfaced on her face as her burning lips held his cock tightly. Her torrid tongue swept over his penis tip again and again. She could taste him starting to cum and it tasted delicious to her.
His hands went out to hold her head down over his meaty erection. He knew he was about to shoot his wad in her mouth now.
Her fingers continued agitating his balls. She was eager to experience that thrilling moment of climax. Donna was anxious to discover what Randy's cum would taste like when he exploded in her mouth.
And then it happened., In one erotic second she didn't have to wonder. He was shooting his seed in her mouth, rapidly sliding it over and over down her throat. Almost choking on his cum load she enjoyed sucking his seed and swallowing it.
It excited Randy to get her to accommodate his lusty desires like this. He was thrilled to think he'd found someone at last who would take care of his needs.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "I can see you enjoyed that, too."
It was true and the motel maid knew it was. Her horny lover's thick, juicy load tasted delicious to her.
"There are so many things we could do," he told her, "that I just wonder what I should teach you."
Donna looked at him with her own desire burning in her loins.
"J... I wish you'd show me," she told him. "Show me anything that you want to teach me."
Chapter Four
"I want to eat you," Randy suggested to Donna. She didn't have long to wait until he explained what he desired.
"Just lie on your back and spread your nice long legs," he told her. "I want to get down there and show you how I can do it."
She lay back, looking up at the confident smirk on his face. He loved the sight of her luscious legs as they parted a little more so he could see the fleecy curls of her pubic vee. The beaded moistness that rimmed the tender, pink lips of her vagina pulled him to her crotch like a magnet. He bent over. Her legs responded, opening wider with lusty desire. The tempting folds of her pussy seemed to flower in anxious openness. She was obviously hungering for him to get down there and let his tongue lick.
Sliding his hands underneath her, he cupped her voluptuous buttocks. Parting her ass cheeks, he held them up as he began licking all around her ass crack. It gave the motel maid a surprise when he plunged his stiff tongue right up her tight asshole. She had no idea that anybody would ever do such a thing. However, as Donna felt his tongue pumping rhythmically up her asshole, she had to admit she enjoyed the sensation.
Flipping his tongue gingerly from her behind, he began asking her boldly, "Did you enjoy my rim job?"
Smiling, Donna nodded at him. Then she patted her dripping pussy lips and told him confidentially, "You've got me juicy there."
Easing his fingers into her pussy he kept sliding them back and forth, getting them wetter. Moving his fingers from her pouting pussy lips, he proceeded to slip one slick finger up her asshole, while he brought his face down to cover her quivering pussy. She was burning up with lusty desire as he proved what an uninhibited lover he was. That was the kind of man she'd always wanted, A man capable of carnal appetites who dared to do anything to satisfy his female lover.
After he'd kept his finger gliding up her asshole, with his mouth pressed suction-cup tight over her pussy, he changed positions. He pulled his finger from her crotch and reached up to play with her soft bosoms, letting his finger tips pinch at her distended nipples.
Randy enjoyed playing with her this way. He recognized that she was responding to his every sexual act.
If there was anything that bored him, it was traditional sex. He liked to try different things. His tongue surged into her hot pussy hole now with animalistic anxiety. Shamelessly Donna opened her legs for him as he frantically tongue fucked her musky cunt.
Randy enjoyed having her thighs pressing against him as her hips swung back and forth.
"Suck my cunt," she gasped as she felt his fiery tongue bringing her to a frenzied pitch of passionate pleasure.
Donna came close to climaxing as he withdrew his hands from her bosoms and her buttocks. Clasping her smooth ass cheeks, he slid underneath her, bringing her cunt tighter to his mouth. Randy's tongue pumped into her now at a savage tempo as he lewdly sucked on her.
He reached down there and held her. Her thighs closed in on him as she felt electrical sexual thrills while his tongue rode in her cunt. Her raging pussy was starting to juice. Randy kept bearing down with his tongue. As she gushed in his mouth he nibbled her clitoris anxiously. Her hands gripped him tightly and she thrilled to his sliding tongue as he ate her up.
Withdrawing his tongue at last from her hair-fringed fissure, he squeezed her bare ass cheeks. As he rested his head between her legs, he kept kissing her.
"Oh, Randy, stop it," she begged. "You've had enough."
She wanted him to stop for a very good reason. Donna could see he was getting another hard-on.
"I've got to fuck you some more," he admitted, reaching down to feel of his stiff cock, pulling it gently back and forth.
The blood-engorged length of his penis excited her. She wanted to have all of his man meat stabbing inside of her.
"Play with it," he insisted. He got up and lay down beside her. The pressure of her fingers around his rigid prick head made him realize how fast he had to fuck. She jacked him until he was oozing slippery cum drops. Then lying beside her, parting her thighs, she felt his cock thrusting up between his legs. Ramming his big prick into her moist cunt hole, his arms swept around her. She clasped his shoulders desperately. Donna was breathing in short, shallow gasps as her. linger nails clawed his back. Her thighs opened shamelessly wide and she closed them around his hips as he rolled effortlessly onto her naked body. "You're so big and hard. Shove it to me." The frenzied passions that burned in her hot belly almost consumed her as he rammed his prick over and over in her. He was driving it in with hard, pounding force and thrilling, lewd thrusts, causing her delicate hands to grip his firm, strong shoulders. Then she reached down to cup the firm globes of his pumping ass cheeks as he kept driving in with fiery rhythm.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out passionately as the wanton desires of her own lust swept over her.
Parting Randy's ass cheeks, she let her finger ease up his ass crack. He squirmed as he felt her finger gently caressing his anus. His cock probed deeply between her thighs, the moist, bulbous head driving in with a fury. Squirming under his muscled weight like an anxious young girl about to get it for the first time, her back arched in surprising strength as her lithe legs closed around him.
"AHHH, I can't stand it," she gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me."
Her finger nails clawed him in a rising fury. Slipping her finger from Randy's asshole, she squeezed his sinewy buttocks. He was rubbing his hairy chest back and forth across her great bosoms, that ignited him. Pumping the head of his prick luridly between the soft, splayed lips of her vagina, he heard her groan impatiently. Her silky legs opened until he wondered if she was double jointed, her ankles locked around his hips as her feet pounded against his naked body.
"Come on, fuck me, fuck me before I die!" the motel maid gasped, her voice crackling with arousal.
Her lips trembled as she spoke, her eyelids fluttering as if she were losing consciousness. She was about to cum. He kept pumping his burning penis between her thighs, fucking her silly. She could hardly stand it as he began riding her to climax. Her cunt muscles gripped his cock as she emitted a squeal of lusty satisfaction. He kept ramming it between the pliant, moist folds of her ravenous pussy, becoming turned on all the more as he felt his wet, slick cock gliding back and forth across the fleecy curls of her hot, clasping cunt.
"AHHH ... it's shooting! You're cuming," she groaned in a frenzy, squeezing his ass cheeks tightly. "I... I'm cuming, toooo!"
He panted as he continued driving his manhood in her grasping cunt hole. "I'm gonna shoot again. Grab it with your cunt. OHHHHH, now ... now, you're fucking. Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!"
He shot his load again as her cunt muscles seized his stabbing, throbbing cock, squeezing the juice out of him.
Randy went on sliding his cum-slick cock in her cunt hole. When he finally did pull it out she was sorry. She wanted him to keep it in her forever.
"OHHHH, I can't get enough of you, Randy," she panted as she clung to him tightly, crushing her bosoms against his manly chest.
If only she didn't have to go to work again. Donna felt as though she could be faithful, she could be true to one man if she had one man she could count on.
"You know you're just cock hungry," he told her.
She got a big jolt out of that statement.
"I hate you, I hate you," she said, pounding her fists against his chest.
"I know your kind," Randy told her bluntly. "You probably screw around with all the men at the motel who'll pay for it. I wanted you to give me some of that kind of action."
"Now I know why you were here," she said as the aftershock of his comments upset her.
Randy laughed. "We had a good time. I don't feel guilty ... you don't feel guilty. Forget it."
Getting off the bed he wiped his cock off. Reaching for his shorts he slipped into them. As she lay there stark naked, looking up at him, tears stained her cheeks.
"Why in hell should you be crying?" he demanded.
"Because I care for you," she admitted candidly.
"And you care about every other guy who wants a piece of ass who comes to that Starlite Motel," he quipped.
Now the mystery of his sudden appearance had been solved. He simply wanted to make it with her.
"And I thought you came around here because you cared about me," she said.
It bothered her to think that she had given herself so completely to him and now he was acting like this. When he had finished dressing he looked at her.
"And, sweetheart," he told her, "you might go up in your price. Make sure you get enough for the action you give out at the motel. Twenty isn't a fair price anymore. With inflation and all ... they're getting thirty!"
Looking at him now she could see the hardness in his eyes. The gentleness, the kindness ... it was all an act.
"Get out of here!" Donna said, her voice husky with emotion.
Not looking back, Randy left her alone in the bedroom, slamming the door as he went.
She had never felt worse. However, she had only herself to blame, for she knew very well that she had given in.
The next afternoon she figured she would try to find some other kind of work. Whenever she thought of Randy and how he had managed to get her to perform bizarre sexual acts with the promise of caring for her, she would start to sob. But she had to snap out of it as sanity returned at last.
Going to an employment agency, she asked the woman if she could help her obtain work.
"What can you do?" the woman asked her.
"I used to work in an office," she told her. "I did some filing."
The woman told her to fill out a form. She put out a trembling hand as she picked up the form and the woman observed that.
"Do you have problems, honey?" the employment agency woman demanded.
Looking at her as she recognized she was close to the brink of crying, she shook her head. "Why are you trembling?" Donna knew why, but she didn't want to tell her. The expression in her eyes indicated that she didn't give a damn about finding work for her. "I guess I'm just nervous," she told her. "You won't last long in an office if you're nervous," the woman shook her head. "Why don't you come back another day when you feel better? And I wouldn't have anything to drink, either."
Wondering whether or not she should become a cocktail waitress, Donna figured that she would stop at the Tropical Casbah Bar. It seemed as if the girls there always made plenty of money.
The boss, Charles Raymond, looked at her as he spoke to her in his private office.
"You're a very striking-looking girl," he told her, "and you have what it takes. But I don't like to put you in a job like this unless you know what you're doing."
Feeling helpless about her situation, Donna tried to tell him she would perform any tasks, if he would just give her an opportunity. She also hoped that he wouldn't question her too deeply as far as her age was concerned. Donna was grateful that she was able to look so much older, particularly under under these circumstances.
"The job market for cocktail waitresses is a pretty stiff one," the manager of the bar explained. "The tips are good here and a lot of girls want to work at our place."
"I only wish you would give me a chance," she told him honestly.
"I don't see how I could do it right now," he explained, "because it's very important that we have professionals. Sometimes there are men who make it difficult for the girls. And that requires someone who understand how to get rid of... you know what I mean."
Charles, the owner of the Tropical Casbah Bar, had tried his best to make it easy for Donna, but he could see that she had something tragic about her that bothered him. Recognizing that he needed happy women who could handle men who were horny for them, he knew this would only cause her more problems. Tears began streaming down both sides of her face as she recalled the way that she had been used by her former boyfriend.
"What's the matter?" Charles Raymond asked.
The despairful look on her face indicated that she was obviously too upset to go to work for anyone.
"Nothing," she said, apologizing for the crying episode.
Just then the telephone rang. "I hate to cut this short," he told her with a sympathetic expression, "but I can't let you work here without some background in the business."
She thanked Charles Raymond, got to her feet and dabbed at her tears. Calmly now, she took a deep breath and quickly walked to the door. Moving swiftly through the bar, she heard some low wolf whistles. It made her realize that what Charles Raymond said was true. The tips would probably be good, but it would be difficult to keep some of the men away. Being a beautiful, appealing girl was a handicap as far as she was concerned.
Donna got in her car and drove back to her apartment. She'd about made up her mind to call Carl Miller and tell him that she wasn't going to go to work tonight. It was just too much. However, she went to her bank book and analyzed how much money she had left. As she recognized that the bills she had pilling up and the small amount of money available to pay them, she knew she had no option but to continue as a motel maid at the Starlite Motel.
Summoning up her courage, she finally took a shower. The soothing water felt good to her. Then drying off, Donna got dressed. When she showed up at the motel a new housekeeper was in charge. She was a small Chinese woman.
"I'm Mrs. Lew," she told her, "and I hope that we can have a nice relationship on our job. I guess you're the new motel maid for the night shift."
Nodding, Donna thanked her and told her gratefully, ."I want to do my best. I need the job."
Mrs. Lew smiled understandingly. "Don't we all."
Returning to the room where she had to count the linen, Donna was thinking all the time. If anyone made a pass at her she certainly was going to offer some resistance. If they got too forceful, she would have to tear away from them. She wasn't going to tolerate any fooling around. She knew it would be difficult, but she didn't care.
The work seemed to drone on until there was a call.
"Somebody in 204 wants ice cubes," Mrs. Lew informed her.
Donna Ferguson told her it was her duty to deliver the ice cubes. She got a container of ice cubes and went to 204. When the door was answered, she saw a couple of men standing there, completely naked.
"Good evening," one of the men smiled at her.
Donna handed him the ice cubes and started to go away, but he pulled her into the room and closed the door quickly.
"Where are you going?" he asked in a soft voice.
"What are you doing?" she complained as he started pressing himself against her.
"Oh, we know all about you," the other man murmured as he came over and looked at her.
Donna admitted candidly that she was going to create a fuss if they didn't instantly let go of her. But she knew better, for she was enjoying what was happening. His dark eyes gleamed down at her with approval. Then he told her, "Life is full of surprises."
At this point he was unzipping her white nylon uniform and reaching inside to feel of her great bosoms. Squeezing them crudely, he told her how beautiful they were.
"I think I must tell you," she said evenly, "that you are not going to play with me ... for nothing."
Her seeming reluctance obviously was simply over money.
"We'll both give you twenty dollars," he told her, "and have a little party."
"No way," Donna shook her head as she flung the words out with a rage.
She was amazed at the man's reaction. He shook her violently so that her head swung backwards and forwards like that of a rag doll. His fingers dug into her flesh until she wanted to cry out.
"You damned little fool," he told her. "You know you want it as much as we do."
The naked young man held Donna firmly by the shoulders, pinning her arms down to the side, and then he bent and kissed her mouth passionately. At first her lips remained firmly passive, but then trembled as she gave up resisting. His arms crept around her and she responded to the ardent pressure of his kiss as his tongue found her tongue. He crushed her in a fierce embrace that was rapture she never thought to experience. Although her mind told her not to yield, her senses decided otherwise as she clung to him. Relaxing his hold, he finally spoke.
"And now you can enjoy two men. I don't know as you've ever had two men take you on at the same time."
He flung her on the bed and tears streamed down her face for a moment. Hot, angry tears that would never relieve the strange sensations that she felt. Donna thought she had betrayed her deepest feelings in the most sensual and wanton manner. "I won't do anything for less than thirty," she told him.
"Is that thirty each?" the other young naked man asked her curiously.
She nodded affirmatively. "Yes, thirty - each," she said evenly.
They thought it over a moment.
"She's not a bad piece," the second man observed. "She's probably worth the money. Everything has gone up, including the price of ass."
A pleased smile played about Donna's lips as she saw them both go to their wallets and get out the money. Placing it on the desk in the corner, they told her, "It's yours ... when you give us the good time we want you to."
Donna had won a decision. She figured that as long as she was going to do it, she might as well get paid for it and paid well.
Unzipping her white nylon maid's uniform, she stood there for a second in a daze.
"All right," the naked young man who had grabbed her into the room told her, "take it all off."
She hesitated for a moment and then decided that she might as well undress.
The color of her eyes appealed to both young men. They were both athletic and blond.
"You certainly have a beautiful body," the first man told her. "I don't know your name, but I might as well tell you mine."
"Yeah, his name is Alex," the other man smiled, "and I'm Ken."
Chapter Five
Alex told the motel maid that he would appreciate it if she would get in the shower with him.
At first she was hesitant.
"I really shouldn't spend that much time," she complained.
"Go ahead," Ken insisted.
Reluctantly Donna removed her sheer panties and then walked into the shower. It didn't take Alex long to join her.
"We're both truckers on this route that goes past this Starlite Motel," Ken smiled as he joined Alex and Donna in the shower.
The two men enjoyed washing her down.
"I'll wash the front of you," Ken smiled as he picked up the soap and slid it over her bosoms.
Alex picked up the other bar of soap and began washing her back and her ass.
"This is funny," she laughed. "Both of you washing me down."
It felt good to her to have their hands sliding back and forth over her body.
"I wonder," she told them, "what you want to do with me."
"We want to give you a double fuck," Ken suggested.
Donna had no idea what they had in mind. But their pent-up, lusty desires indicated to her that they were ready to try anything.
Once they had finished washing her off, they wanted her to wash them. Alex stood there, holding his cock out to her. He had a big hard-on and she knew what he wanted. Reaching for his penis, she began sliding the soap swiftly back and forth across it.
"That feels good," Alex smiled.
She washed his cock and then he turned around and she washed his ass cheeks. Next Ken turned her to him. He handed her a bar of soap and told her to do the same thing. She washed his balls, his penis and then he turned around and she washed his ass as well. They turned off the water after they had finished rinsing and stepped into the bathroom. As they dried off, Ken talked about some of the nice women they met on the truck route.
"It's wonderful to come to these motels and find beautiful girls like you."
Donna felt as though they were being faithless to their wives and she didn't hesitate to tell them so.
"No doubt both of you are married," she shook her head, "and I don't think your wives would approve of what you're doing."
It made him laugh as she referred to his wife: "I hate to be crude," Ken said, "but my wife fucks when I'm out of town. She has this liquor-store guy who's nuts about her. And when I'm gone down the highway, he makes tracks to her place."
Donna didn't find that funny.
"I wish you had the right attitude toward her. If you did it would bother you if she did something with another man."
"I would get upset," Ken explained, "but the liquor-store owner is my best friend."
That made him laugh. At this point the three of them went into the bedroom.
"No guilt, no nothing, but a good time," Ken smiled.
Donna had no idea what they expected her to do. She simply stretched out on the bed and waited for them to give her instructions. "What should I do?" she asked. She was developing courage from her emancipation that she never had before. Even though it was a new way of living, she was trying her best to become fearless.
"I like you," Alex smiled. "You're all right." Alex got on the bed on his back. He spread his legs and jerked on his cock until he had a hard-on. "Now, sweetheart," Alex grinned, "you climb on top of me. I'm gonna stick my prick in you and see if you can give me a good hot fuck."
Silently Donna was thinking. Apparently, Alex derived some kind of erotic kick out of talking dirty. If this was what he wanted, she figured she wouldn't make a fuss.
Grasping his penis, she guided it into her cunt hole. In the meantime, Ken was coating his cock with Vaseline.
"I like to stick it in from behind," Ken smiled as he mounted her.
Clasping her round, smooth ass cheeks, he parted them. At that point he began inserting his rigid, hard cock between them.
"Just shove your ass back to me," he commanded.
His hands groped her buttocks and he squeezed them.
"I need to slip my prick inside of you," he told her as he hunched forward.
Gently, slowly, until the length of it was out of sight, he began pumping forward.
"OHHH, that feels good," he told her.
The motel maid raised herself slightly, parting her legs invitingly. Never had the sensation felt so good. The unusual tightness of her asshole indicated to Ken that she had not been fucked there a lot. He plunged forward with a deep, hard cock stab until he was ramming it right up her asshole. He began a rhythm then, at an ever-increasing tempo, as he pumped it deeply.
"Fuck it," he told her excitedly. "That's what I want you to do. Fuck!"
It was an unusual sensation to have cock in her cunt and a cock in her asshole at the same time. It was obvious Ken was trying to pound his prick into the depths. The scorching heat of his big prick as he drove it into the base excited her. She could feel his pubic hairs as he rammed it in. Her eyes shut tightly and her breath came short as she pleaded with him to take it easy. Ken began moving in with long, hot surges.
"Fuck it" he rammed it to her. "Fuck!" She was instinctively developing skill at twisting her ass around for him. This was the kind of sensation that he sought.
"This is a nice ride," he told her. "Now you're fucking. Come on, fuck."
Driving his prick deep in her asshole, he kept it zoing while she squeezed Alex's cock in her cunt.
"Hey, I can feel you fucking, buddy," Ken chuckled as he felt Alex's riding in her pussy through the thin sheath of skin that divided her asshole from her' cunt hole.
Alex got the idea of developing a rhythm. "If we fuck at the same tempo," he explained, "we can cum together."
That idea appealed to her as well. "I would love that," she admitted. "Maybe I can make it, too. Right on target."
They were driving in now with deep, hard strokes and enjoying it immensely. "Fuck it," Ken begged, "fuck." The delicious sensations of tingling excitement had them thrilling to the wild ride. Donna could feel Alex's prick in her cunt and Ken's in her asshole. Together it was fantastic. Secretly, she imagined that she had lusted for this kind of erotic activity all of her life, but had been afraid to ask for it. Now she was able to enjoy them both.
"Fuck, fuck," she begged as she became so excited with their wild, driving jabs that she could barely stand it.
It was surprising to her how much she could enjoy sex like this. It seemed as if she couldn't get enough of both of their cocks.
"Ohhh," she heard Alex begging, "screw me." With deep thrusts he continued skewering his cock in her asshole.
"OHHHH," he told her, "now you're fucking. That's the way I like it. Fuck, fuck it!"
His voice was husky with erotic desire as he continued riding her.
"OHHH," he groaned in a frenzy, "now you're screwing. That's the way I like it. Fuck, fuck."
She kept pumping her ass up to meet his driving penis.
"Yes, yes," she cried excitedly, "let me feel it."
With deep, hard stabs he continued driving his prick up her ass all the way. Ken could feel Alex's cock riding in her, too, and he was determined they would all make it together.
"Yes, yes," he panted as he reached for her big lovely breasts which bounced up and down as she swung her hips back and forth.
"I love it," Donna cried out, almost as if she had lost her mind.
The suppressed fears of being a nymphomaniac surfaced. Having two cocks in her at the same time had created a new world of pleasure for Donna Ferguson.
"OHHH," Ken gasped, "now you're riding. Fuck me, fuck me."
The delicious excitement that she had experienced from being fucked by one man was doubled as she took it from two men at the same time. Their throbbing, hard cocks in her became a challenge. Squeezing the prick in her pussy, she also grasped at the prick driving in her asshole. She wanted to grab as much excitement as she could.
"OHHH, fuck, fuck," Ken panted as his penis plunged into the hilt.
It wasn't going to be much longer until he had made it.
"OHHH," he gasped, "I'm cuming. Fuck me, fuck me."
The surging thrills went on tingling through her naked body as Ken got his gun off.
"OHHH," Ken cried excitedly, "I'm cuming."
Her ass muscles seized his cock, twisting around and squeezing the cream out of his spurting rigid prick. Seconds later Alex got his rocks off, too.
"Milk it," he begged the motel maid as her cunt muscles seized his stabbing prick and she juiced at the same time.
Donna's cunt was coated with cum juice now as he drove in with skewering hard prick stabs.
When Ken pulled his prick from her slippery asshole she eased her cunt off Alex's cock. The two men were pleased at her performance. But Ken wanted her to promise she would come back later. "You've had enough," she teased. Ken didn't see it that way at all. "I could never get enough of you," he told her. She showered and dressed quickly. When she returned to the motel maid's quarters she was grateful that Mrs. Lew was out on a call, too. Recognizing that she'd spent quite a bit of time entertaining the men bothered Donna, but she was pleased about the money. After all, she reasoned, she had done quite well and she couldn't blame herself.
There wasn't so much to do on the night shift for a motel maid. There was seldom anyone left at night. However, that evening a couple of tenants did vacate, and hurriedly she changed the linens and cleaned up the rooms even though it was ten o'clock.
A businessman was staying in one motel room -and the moment he got in there he called for her.
"Do you know where I can get a good massage around here?" he asked her.
Shaking her head she explained to him that she had no idea where he could find such a service. Looking at her hotly, he finally asked her, "Why don't you give me a massage?"
Donna tried to explain to him that she had never given anyone a massage before.
"What does that matter?" he told her. "I can teach you now to do it."
Donna tried to explain to him that she didn't want to give him a massage. Nowever, when he pulled out two twenty-dollar bills and she caught a quick glimpse of them, she changed her mind. A smile surfaced on her face.
"I think you could give me a pretty good massage for that," the businessman smiled.
He was a nice-looking, gray-haired, middle-aged business executive. He began undressing after he'd told her that and then he took a shower. Donna went to the office while he was doing this, to make sure that Mrs. Lew wouldn't wonder where she was.
"This certainly has been a busy evening," Mrs. Lew told her. "I've been killing myself waiting on these people."
She had another call and then Donna was left alone. She figured that would be a good time to return to the businessman's room. It was a fortunate thing that she did, for he had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off and wondered where she was.
"I thought you slipped out on me," he told her. Donna shook her head. "No way," she told him. She watched as he stretched out on his stomach on the bed and waited for her to give him a rub-down. Donna used some oil that he gave her for that purpose and massaged his back. "Around my shoulders," he told her. She rubbed around his shoulders and he enjoyed it. He turned to watch her.
"What a marvelous thing to have a good massage," he told her. "Now have you locked the door?"
Donna shook her head. "You really should," he told her. Returning to the world of reality for a moment, Donna realized she was taking a big chance by rubbing him as he lay there naked on the motel-room bed.
"All right," she agreed.
She got to her feet and went over to lock the door. Then when she returned he insisted that she remove her clothes.
"Why is that necessary?" she asked.
"Because," he explained, "I want to have you rub your tits over my ass while you massage me."
Donna could see what he expected ... and he expected plenty. She removed her uniform and then slipped out of her panties and brassiere, then stood there for a second, totally naked. The pleased businessman applauded her beauty.
"Now," he told her, "apply some of that oil to your tits. I want to feel your tits slipping back and forth across my ass."
Before she did that, however, he insisted that she angle the mirror above the dresser.
"I want to watch while you're doing this," he told her.
Donna went over to the dresser and angled the mirror so that he could catch her reflection.
"Wow, do you look beautiful," he told her.
She swung her great bosoms down over his buttocks once she'd oiled them. His ass wiggled as he felt her great breasts crushing against his chest.
"Ihope you will not get too excited," he told her, "cause I want to eat your cunt before we're through. Some girls get so stimulated when they're massaging me with their tits that they juice."
Donna appreciated his advice.
"Don't worry," she told him, "I will save something for you."
As she let her bosoms caress his buttocks, he told her what else he expected.
"Reach down there and play with my balls," he smiled.
Donna reached down between his buttocks and let her finger tips massage and caress the back of his balls. His cock quivered with excitement as she massaged his testicles.
"They're full, honey," he told her, "and you're gonna suck the juice right out of them in a few minutes."
He arched his buttocks up and told her to give him a rim job.
"Why do you ask that?" the motel maid asked the businessman curiously as he pressed his ass in her face.
"Because I enjoy it," he said huskily.
She let her tongue slip between his ass crease. He enjoyed the sensation of her fingers gently massaging his balls as her tongue slipped sensuously, snake-like, between his buttocks. He straightened up to look in the mirror as she tongue fucked his tight anus.
"OHHH, that feels so good," he told her.
Once she had eaten his ass out, he rolled over. Grasping his throbbing penis he held it to her lips.
"Suck on it," he told her, "and press your tits against it while you suck."
He put a couple of pillows behind his head so he could position himself and watch her working over his prick. Donna shrugged as she did what he wanted her to. It was strange what made some men get so horny. Even in this crouched position he could see what a gorgeous girl she was. He enjoyed the sensation of her great breasts pressed against his cock as he shoved the bulbous tip of it into her moist, hot mouth.
Closing her eyes tightly, Donna sucked hard on his prick head.
Donna continued sucking on his meaty penis shaft while she pressed her tits against his thick, rigid cock. He was getting so excited now that he could hardly stand it.
He was looking at her with hot, eager eyes now. Donna crushed her soft, generous-sized bosoms against his slippery cock shaft.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Now pull your mouth off my cock."
He could tell Donna enjoyed sucking cock, but he obtained a special delight by making her pull off just as he was about to erupt in her mouth. A glint surfaced in his eyes.
"Do you know what I want you to do now?" he grinned.
She shook her head.
"I want you to ride my prick," he explained. "I want you to slip it in your cunt and pump up and down."
This was a man who desired many different things, Donna could tell. But it was an interesting performance and she was going to go along with him. Yet, somehow, she was fearful. A bit scared of what he might do. She gave a nervous laugh that was almost a giggle.
"Look," the businessman said sternly, "don't laugh when you're fucking. That gets me angry. Do you understand?"
The rage that surfaced in his eyes made it easy for Donna to understand.
"Yes, yes, I understand," she assured him.
At that point she straddled him, gripping his throbbing long cock, feeling the meaty head of it slip past her pink, moist cunt lips as she pumped up and down.
"Just what I like," he told her.
She leaned forward, her breasts bobbing up and down as she gripped his cock with all of the strength in her cunt. Donna received something of a shock when she felt him fingering her asshole. Before she knew what was happening, she could feel a dildo slipping up her ass. It was a vibrating dildo. He was fucking her cunt with his cock and using a vibrator to screw her asshole at the same time.
"Give me a good fuck," he demanded as he thrust into her with rapid-fire, deep stabs.
He gripped her bosoms eagerly. The distended nipples thrilled him. Pinching her nipples he pumped it to her with savage, hard orce.
It felt strange to have the vibrating dildo slip all the way up her asshole while his cock pumped in her cunt and his finger tips pinched her nipples. She was sweating now as she slapped rhythmically up and down his thighs.
"Watch in the mirror!" he exclaimed passionately. "Look at it."
Diverting Donna's eyes to the mirror, he saw her catching the reflection. It was indeed an erotic sight. His head was propped up on pillows, as his linger tips reached for her erect, rosy-red nipples. Her entire body was flushed with the erotic excitement that surged through every pore of her being. A burning, consuming heat was in her crotch, flaring out of control.
"OHHH," he groaned as he shot his load. He kept ramming it in a couple more times until he had given her all of his juice. Milking his prick she stimulated him all the way.
Once he had finished screwing her, he eased the dildo from her asshole and told her to pull of his cock. She thought that was all he wanted, but it wasn't.
"There are some ice cubes over there," he told her, "and I want you to slip a cube in your mouth."
She slipped an ice cube in her mouth. Then when her mouth was cool he told her to slip it out.
Spitting the ice cube into a plastic glass, she understood what he expected.
"Wrap your mouth around my cock, honey, and suck it," he told her commandingly.
His cock was hot and her mouth was cool.
"That's a hot-and-cold cock suck," he smiled in a pleased manner as he reached down to run his fingers through her lavish brown hair.
He watched in the mirror as he filled her face with his prick meat. Her cheeks sucked in as she ate him.
"OHHH," he groaned as he drove it down her throat with hard, strong strokes, "now you're sucking. Eat it. Eat my prick."
His body trembled as he went on giving her his load.
Donna was sucking in earnest. Her eyes were closed all the while. He wanted to deliver his sperm in her mouth. It was apparent to him that she enjoyed giving head. Finding a woman who wanted to suck cock was not the easiest thing in the world to find. Too many of them did it just for the money. He wanted to make sure that he gave her all of his cock meat. Her lips trembled as she moved up and down on his rigid cock. He looked at her curvaceous legs and buttocks and couldn't help admire her.
"Eat it," he exclaimed as he kept ramming it to her.
It was more difficult for him to get it off the second time. However, it was apparent that he would be juicing.
"OHHH, right down your throat," he exclaimed as he stabbed it down her oral cavity with all his might.
It wasn't long now before he couldn't restrain himself. He was fucking her in a healthy, animalistic way.
"Eat it," he gasped as he shot his wad. Donna's eyes shut tight and she caught her breath as she ate him. Hot gobs of sticky white cum erupted in her mouth as she sucked him off. Skyrockets exploded in his mind as he gripped her head tightly and lay back.
The sudden eruption of his powerful, hot cock in her mouth thrilled her trembling, naked, young body to unbelievable heights of passion. She enjoyed being his captive at his crotch. Donna watched with delight as she opened her eyes and sucked his lust-swollen cock as it burst forth in her mouth.
Pulling her mouth off his blue-veined thickness, she gently pressed her fingers down to the crease of his buttocks.
"Tongue fuck my asshole," he told her. He reached over for another pillow and placed it under his buttocks. Then he spread his legs for her and Donna began licking at his ass cheeks. His mouth curled in a smile that was at once cruel and exciting. Looking up at him she could see how greatly he enjoyed what he was doing.
"Go ahead," he directed her.
Looking at the naked young girl around his crotch, he thrilled to the way the velvety tip of her tongue licked at his tight anus. Soon he was slipping his tongue right up her asshole. To her surprise and delight, she didn't mind it at all. It felt good. He twisted with erotic spasms as he pumped his ass in her face.
"Lick my asshole," he begged her. "Lick it."
She swabbed at his asshole with lustful, passionate frenzy.
"Suck it," he told her, "suck ass."
Even though the motel maid knew he was asking her to do the worst kinds of acts. It was a warped kind of pleasure. Donna liked his jaunty way and his demanding manner. Even if he asked her to lick his asshole, she was going to do it.
"Go ahead," he said angrily, "higher. Stiffen your tongue. Plunge it all the way up there.,"
Donna kept pumping her tongue up his tight anus and he was throwing his ass out of gear as he twisted around on the pillows. Her eyes wandered up to him now. He was grasping his cock and pumping it back to life as she ate his ass.
"OHHHH," he groaned, "one good lick deserves another. Suck."
She kept sucking on his prick as he shamelessly jacked off. Donna could tell how much he was enjoying it. He was treating her like a whore and she didn't mind it.
"Lick ass," he exclaimed as his thick cock increased in size.
Now he told her to reach up and pull on his cock for him. Her hand grasped his penis. Gazing lasciviously at her now as she pumped his rigid cock, he became more excited every moment. It wasn't going to be much longer before his sperm splashed across his belly.
"Suck ass," he told her as he separated his buttocks even more so she could get her tongue in deeper.
At the same time Donna performed the jack-off of his penis, his face was breaking into a sadistic smile.
"Keep doing it," he hissed. 'That's what I want." You really want this. You're creaming for it. Now bend over farther and lick my asshole."
The motel maid could hardly believe her ears as she heard his obscene command. She felt totally humiliated. This was too much. To be forced to suck his ass like a lewd whore, to bend over naked before his crotch and pull on his prick was the worst kind of degradation. Yet she somehow enjoyed it. It was strange what was happening to her. Fighting back tears of shame and humiliation, Donna leaned forward and kept licking at his butt while she jacked on his prick.
"Now I'm gonna cream, baby," he told her, "and I want you to get it straight in your mouth." Pulling from his tight anus, she licked up his cock stem. Donna let her mouth move forward over his bloated cock head and suddenly she began sucking. His lewd gesture to grab her head and force her down excited her. He was ready to cum.
"You want it," he told her. "Now suck it."
He was fucking her like a crazed animal. Instinctively he knew what she was going through. This was the moment he enjoyed the most, when he finally brought out the whore in a woman. He could do anything with the motel maid now. Growling with triumph he suddenly shoved forward, smashing his weight against her as his rigidly pulsating cock plunged deep into her mouth, sliding down her throat, almost choking her.
"OHHH, I'm cuming," he gasped as he fucked her like a demon. "Eat it," he panted. "Suck off."
She gripped his buttocks as he sawed in and out of her face. Each stroke made a lewd, wet, sluicing sound as his cock plunged forward and pulled back again. He rammed it so hard down her throat that she tried to push away. But he wouldn't let her. An agonized grimace surfaced on his face with each forward lunge of his brutally pistoning cock. She fastened her lips to the head of his shaft and sucked hard as he unloaded.
"Eat it," he gasped. "Suck it."
He began to groan in an animal-like way as his massive cock exploded. She twisted and writhed as she sucked with all of her might on his forward, thrusting cock. Her eyes were closed and she had lost consciousness of everything except the new world of delicious, creamy cum shooting in her mouth.
She kept sliding up and down on his male hardness until he had finished unloading in her mouth. The motel maid felt as though she had been degraded into an animal, a lusty, sex-crazed female animal whose existence centered on only one thing ... to be fucked in a wild way. Donna loved it. She wanted his blood-hard penis to go on exploding forever. Nothing mattered except the fire that raged in her trembling loins, consuming her totally as he fucked her like a crazed madman.
When she had finished eating his juice, she pulled off his cock. Then he reached down to massage her oppulent young breasts, squeezing the tender flesh until she moaned uncontrollably.
"You sure know how to give a guy a good blow job," he told her.
Abandoning any attempt at maintaining her pride and dignity, she kissed him all over.
"I've got to fuck you again," he told her. "You are too much."
She groaned as she felt him licking. Donna was dissolving in a curiously pain-tinged heat that seemed to surge throughout her body in long, flooding waves, melting her resistance and her repressions. He was playing with her breasts now and fingering her cunt. Before she knew what was happening he was down around her crotch. His hot tongue was lapping at her pussy. Nibbling at her clit, he gripped her buttocks and squeezed them.
"OHHH, don't stop," she gasped as her passion burned out of control. "I'm cuming. OHHHH, I'm cummming!"
Her naked young body stimulated by his tongue plunging in her writhing cunt caused her to climax as she never had before. The unbearable force of his tongue and her passions combined was driving her out of her mind. A force greater than herself was unleashed in her throbbing loins. She enjoyed his tongue lapping and licking uncontrollably as she came in a sweat-streaked surrender to the onslaught of her orgasm. Her eyes closed as his tongue licked her cuntal depths, cleaning it from the cascading fluid that he enjoyed so much.
Finally he pulled his face off her pussy and relaxed.
"You sure give a guy a good screw," he smiled. Donna's tear-stained face told him how upset she'd become. She looked in the bathroom mirror and it seemed unbelievable that she had broken through to the richness of her own sexual nature and instinctively done everything that she had dreamed of doing. She would stop at nothing now in order to get all the sexual thrills possible. Never before had she given in like this. The problem was she wanted to do it with anybody. It was almost as if she wanted to fuck every man in every room at the Starlite Motel. Even if they didn't pay her, she wanted to do it.
"You enjoy making love?" the businessman grinned as he watched her taking her shower.
"You might say that," she replied as she stepped out of the shower and dried off.
"You sure act like a nympho to end all nymphos," he grinned.
Donna didn't know whether to accept that as a compliment or not. She dressed slowly, wondering if she would get in trouble for being so late. Brushing those thoughts aside she finished zipping up the front of her nylon motel maid's uniform and picked up the money that he'd placed on the desk.
"Thanks," she said softly.
"Thank you," the businessman nodded. "Not bad. You've got a real sexy tongue in your mouth."
Opening her lips, she wiggled her tongue at him and smiled as she turned and hastily walked out of his room, closing the door quietly behind her.
As Donna walked into the night air, the coolness indicated to-her how hot she'd become. Her cheeks were flushed and her entire body seemed very hot. The cool night air was a marvelous contrast. It brought her back to the reality of what was heppening to her. Donna was aware that she couldn't go on working like this at the motel. She would have to think of changes. She was grateful that she would have a day off tomorrow. Maybe she could bring matters back into focus then. She had to.
When she returned to the. room where the housekeeper was waiting for her, she was grateful nothing was said about all the time that she had spent in one person's room. Fortunately, Mrs. Lew was busy reading a travel magazine.
Chapter Six
Donna slept until noon. In the middle of the afternoon she was enjoying watching a soap opera just as the phone rang. Picking up the phone she heard the smooth, mellow voice of Carl Miller, her boss at the Starlite Motel.
"How are you doing?" he asked her.
"Just fine," she told him.
"I'm sorry, honey, that I didn't get to talk to you last night before you left," he told her.
"What's the problem?"
"I wanted to tell you to drop by this afternoon and see me," he told her. "I thought perhaps we could discuss your salary. You've been doing such a good job I thought maybe you deserve a raise."
Donna was stunned, but she couldn't answer. She was certain there was a catch.
"Well, that's awfully nice, Mr. Miller," she told him, "but I need to relax. I'm tired and I have to unwind."
"That's too bad," he told her. "I'm going away on business."
"Traveling is a lot of fun," she told him.
"In my case, it isn't fun," Carl explained. "It's all work and no play."
"Then I'll be seeing you when you return," she told him and hung up.
It bothered her as she put down the phone. She was beginning to feel as though everyone wanted to have sex with her. Even though she had proved to herself that she was a most appealing sex object, it wasn't enough. She had beautiful clothes and she could have a nice wardrobe. The money that she was making from her sexual activities on the side as a motel maid provided her with those extra comforts she liked so much.
Early that evening a friend of hers dropped by. It was Gloria, the beautiful, dark-haired model who lived next door. Immediately she could tell that she was upset.
"What's the matter, honey? Have a fight with your man?" Gloria asked. "Why did you ask that?"
"I can tell pretty much by the way a person reacts. After all, I've been through plenty of those relationships myself. The last man I lived with was marvelous. But one day he suddenly told me he was moving out."
"No, I didn't have arguments and he's not moving out on me," Donna laughed. "He never moved in."
It was puzzling to Gloria what she was talking about.
"I wish you'd explain."
"He's off on a business trip," she told her. "And I'm left alone."
It was difficult for Donna to reveal her true feelings. Therefore, she was using her boss, Carl Miller, as a make-believe lover.
"You're not going to be alone tonight," Gloria enthused.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to take you out to dinner," Gloria declared.
"You don't have to do that."
"I want to. First of all, I like your company. Secondly, I want to get you out of the dumps."
"That's very sweet of you," she told her.
"Think nothing of it," Gloria smiled happily. "I'll just change into something appropriate and I'll take you to a nice little French restaurant not far from here. They have some of the best grapes in town."
"Sounds great. I really do appreciate it." "Just get ready. I'll be back in about half an hour."
Gloria was a stunning, dark-haired model with a vivacious manner. She was able to get Donna out of the dumps. Once Donna quit thinking of her motel maid activities and listened to the voluptuous brunette tell her about her life, she got a completely new outlook.
"I am so happy with the job I have," she smiled proudly. "I enjoy being a model. I have modeled a whole new line of cosmetics and I'm going to be doing some bathing suit modeling next week. I'm going to be wearing that new string bikini from Brazil."
"With your body, baby," Donna enthused, "you probably will do the string justice."
Gloria's firm, jutting breasts and her trim, sensuous legs indicated to Donna that she probably would do very well in the modeling game.
Once the delicious French dinner was over, they had some after-dinner drinks. The drinks left them both in a giddy mood and as they went back to Gloria's apartment Gloria loosened up a bit.
"I don't like this idea of being a prisoner to men," she said.
"In a way, it's your own fault," Donna chided her.
"Why is that?"
"Because you have to be by yourself sometimes."
At this point she realized that Gloria was looking at her in a strange way.
"I'm gonna be honest and tell you something," Gloria told her. "I think you are a gorgeous girl. You probably could make a mint in modeling ... if you put your mind to it"
It gave Donna's ego a big boost to have such a stunning, dark-haired model tell her she might have a future in a modeling career. Suddenly Gloria's heart began to pound furiously as she observed the way Donna was looking at her. They got out and went up to her apartment. The two of them got to talking as they sat on the sofa and drank some more.
Suddenly Gloria slid her body toward Donna, reaching out and throwing her arms around her. Before Donna knew it, Gloria was grinding her lips ever so tenaciously against hers. Donna went limp in Gloria's arms. At first she had thought she ought to resist, but the resistance would not come. Instead, she found herself kissing back hard. Their lips remained fervently pressed against each other for quite awhile, after which Gloria felt Donna releasing her lips from hers.
"Now I'm going to tongue you," Gloria smiled. "I'm going to press my hot tongue against yours. We're gonna have- ourselves some real fun. OHHH, baby, I'm gonna love that. You're so beautiful."
Flattered that she found her such a devastating, appealing female, Donna responded immediately.
Gloria pushed her tongue forward, letting it slide ever so relentlessly as it made its way inside of her mouth. As their saliva merged, their tingly tongues worked energetically back and forth. They enjoyed every quick, captivating sensation that they supplied for each other.
Following a few more speedy, sturdy tongue strokes, Gloria released her tongue from her lover's mouth. When the tonguing action came to an end, Gloria reached out and began to unbutton Donna's dress. Suddenly it was once again dawning on Donna just what was happening to her. Her body trembled slightly as her lover undid the buttons.
"Just relax," Gloria told her softly. "You don't need to be nervous about a thing, my dear. You're going to enjoy yourself. You're gonna have some fun."
Difficult as it was, Donna began to relax a little more as Gloria removed her dress, observing lovely Donna in her panties and brassiere.
"You've sure got a body," Gloria whistled. "Now I'm gonna show you mine."
As Donna lay sprawled out on the edge of the sofa she watched as the gorgeous dark-haired Gloria popped up and began to remove her dress. Her fingers worked with sparkling zest, manipulating ever so quickly as she undid each button, then threw her dress off.
Underneath the dress she wore nothing more than sheer panties and a small brassiere. Placing her hands on her hips and smiling proudly, she showed Donna her lovely body.
"Just look at me," Gloria exclaimed. "Honey, I've got all the boyfriends I could ask for. And a lot of girl friends, too. There are women who would give their eye teeth to just be able to stick their tongue inside my cunt. I let some of them do it, too, and a lot of them I won't let anywhere near me. It's just a question of how they happen to strike me. But you've got that kind of a beautiful body, too. I'm gonna finish stripping. I can tell by the way that you're looking at me that you're not opposed to the idea of screwing with me."
Stunned by what was happening, Donna said nothing for a long moment. Finally she admitted, "I haven't done much of that at all. The last time was just after I got out of high school. I don't know, Gloria. You're probably way ahead of me in that kind of sex."
None of her words caused Gloria any concern. "You don't have to worry about a thing," Gloria told her. "Just relax, Donna, honey. You're gonna get lots of beautiful sensations. So am I. You don't have to worry about anything. Let's just have ourselves some fun. Some beautiful, glorious fun." Donna watched as Gloria reached out and undid her bra straps. She observed Gloria's big breasts pop free. After that she reached down and made a grab for her panties. She moved her panties ever so dazzlingly down her legs and off of her body. Stepping out of her panties, lovely Donna gestured toward her pussy. Immediately Gloria's eyes became fixed with fascination on her curly pubic hairs and her hot, pink vaginal lips.
"Look at this," she smiled. "Tell me you're not excited by that. I know you are."
Beautiful Gloria reached out and undid her bra straps. After removing her bra she reached down and made a grab for her panties. Her eager fingers worked against the elastic band of her panties, after which she let them glide down her leg and off of her completely.
"I'm gonna fuck you," Gloria panted. "Come on, baby, let's get in the bedroom."
Donna watched with ever-mounting fascination as her lovely friend turned her back and began to walk ever so quickly toward the bedroom. She liked looking at the way that Gloria's curvaceous buttocks rotated back and forth as she walked. Donna was also impressed by the smoothness of her firm, trim legs, proportioned exquisitely like those of a dancer.
"Come on, time's a-wasting," Gloria turned and motioned toward the door. "You know you want it. Let's not play games. You want me and I want you. That's what's important."
Soon they were lying next to each other in the bed. Gloria reached out with both hands, allowing her fingers to manipulate soothingly as they pressed against Donna's buttocks. She ran her fingers ever so decisively and eagerly against the curvaceous ass cheeks of lovely Donna. The tighter that she squeezed and held on, the louder that Donna's gasps became as she enjoyed the quick finger strokes of her lover.
"I love that," Donna exclaimed. "OH, those are nice sensations. Baby, OHHH, do I like that. I like the way you're moving your fingers. I like the way you're pushing them against my butt. OHHH, hold on nice and tight. Push your fingers, ohhh, push them against my ass cheeks. Come on, ohhh, push them."
Her fingers kept on moving sharply, gripping with wild anticipation as they clutched against her smooth, creamy ass cheeks. A few strokes later she released her fingers from her buttocks. After that Ae was prepared to move ahead to allow her ringers to push ever so eagerly inside of her slit.
"I love playing with your pussy," Gloria exclaimed. "I'm gonna slip my fingers in. I'm gonna press on your love button."
Gloria pushed her fingers forward, permitting them to work their way inside of Donna's pink pussy. The quicker that Gloria let her fingers twist and plunge as she moved them around inside of Donna's hot, furnace-like joy pit, the nearer she brought lovely Donna to the peak of orgasm.
"I can't stand it," Donna exclaimed. "I love it. OHHHH, baby, I love it. Come on, just keep stroking. Yes, yes, push your fingers inside of me. Come on, push them in my pussy. OHHH, flip them around. Yes. Shove them in my twat. AHHH, you'll have me off. Gloria, baby, you were so right. You said I wanted it. You said I needed it. OHHH, you're giving it to me. It's so good. OHHH, I love it!"
Donna's lover moved her fingers ever more excitedly, letting them slide against Donna's wet clitoris. Every time that she touched it, Donna's entire body tingled with enticing ecstasy.
"Yes, yes, finger me," she begged. AHHH, ooooh, move your fingers. Yes, yes, press them in me. Oh, really do it, do it."
With a few more quick, plunging finger strokes, the juices were ready to shoot from Donna's hot vagina. Her legs kicked back and forth as she heaved several deep gasps as juice started to shoot from her pussy. All the while Donna's hips moved at a flowing tempo, grinding back and forth as the avalanche of hot cunt juice kept on splashin from her pussy into her lover's hand.
"Yes, yes, love me, love me," Donna begged. "OHHH, Gloria, darling. Yes, yes, what fingers. That's fantastic the way you move them. Oh, honey, press down. Squeeze it. I love it. Just like that!"
When Gloria slipped her fingers from Donna's pussy, she instantly allowed her fingers to move to her breasts. She twisted them hotly against Donna's distended nipples, her breasts becoming more acutely hard.
"Your tits are turning me on, babe," Gloria said. "I know the angles. When it comes to giving a girl super sensations, I know just how to do it."
"Tell me," Donna sighed breathlessly. "Keep it up, baby. Oh, yes, I love it. I love the way your fingers are touching me. Come on, baby, push them against my tits. I can't believe this. I can't believe how much pleasure I feel. Thank you for bringing me out."
Gloria giggled, "My pleasure."
Donna's eyes danced with uninhibited glee as Gloria's fingers kept pressing and squeezing against Donna's warm, enchanted, soft bosoms. The faster that her tight fingers squeezed against her tits, the more excitement that raced through her body.
"Yes, keep moving your fingers," she panted. "I love those plunging tit sensations. OHHH, ahhh, how I love it. Yes, yes, I love it."
After a few more quick, charging strokes that she sent forth, Gloria released her fingers from Donna's bosoms. Then she reached down and made a grab for her firm, flowing ass cheeks. Tightly she squeezed, allowing her fingers to manipulate with solid impact as they pushed against her buttocks.
Gloria continued to finger Donna's buttocks, and the tighter she pressed with her quick, charging movements, the greater the amount of exhilarating excitement she experienced.
"You make me feel so good when you handle my ass that way," she told her.
Her fingers kept gripping ever so solidly, sliding back and forth as they clutched against her buttocks. After a few more tight, decisive sensations, she flipped her tongue forward, letting it slide against her buttocks. The quicker that her tongue charged and pressed against her warm flesh, the more excitement that Donna experienced. Butterflies began to race through her stomach. She kept feeling wild, churning sensations and all the while she experienced tingles of anticipation in her pussy as well.
"Come on, keep sucking me," she panted. "Ohhh, yes, use your tongue. Slide it hard against my butt"
Gloria's tongue kept stroking exitedly and all the while Donna's wiggling ass kept on responding to the dynamic tongue strokes. When she got through sucking Donna's ass cheeks, she pushed her tongue forward and let it explore inside of her asshole. At first Gloria sucked slowly, teasing Donna with her strokes. After awhile she dramatically stepped up the pace, letting her tongue slash and twist as she worked it with great skill and desire as she let it slide slothingly inside of Donna's anus.
"Suck ass," Donna sighed breathlessly. "OHHH, AHHH, suck ass. Yes, ohhh, I want it. I want those strokes. Gome on, baby, keep blasting your tongue. Keep sliding it up my asshole."
A wildly panting Donna flung her ass cheeks back and forth. All the while her female lover held tightly to her buttocks. The more firmly that Gloria squeezed, the more excited she became. Gloria's tongue continued flipping up her asshole.
"Keep sucking me," Donna begged. "OHHH, honey, how I love it. Suck my ass."
A few moments later Gloria released her tongue from Donna's asshole. As she did so Donna instinctively rolled over on her back. She observed the lustful, wild expression in her lover's eyes. She threw her body promptly forward.
Donna loved the sensations that were happening now.
"OHHHH, grip me harder," she gulped. "Hold on. Finger my breasts. Come on, finger them."
Her fingers became to tightly squeeze against her lover's nipples. Every time that Gloria pinched her nipples, Donna's body responsively twisted.
"You are giving me some of the greatest thrills I've ever had," she panted.
Her body was twisting with resplendent grace as her lover pushed her tongue forward, allowing it to move with a surging passion against her left breast.
The tighter that her tongue addressed itself to her lover's bosoms, the greater the recognition became within her as to how badly she needed her pussy juices to explode.
"Come on, suck me," Donna gasped crudely. "OHHH, let your tongue slide in. Slide it in there."
Hastily Gloria crouched over her lover's crotch. She let her fingers roam ever so soothingly against her inner moist thighs. And then she parted her flowering pussy lips. The glistening, moist pink flesh appealed to her. She sniffed and licked and sucked. She saw her inflamed clitoris and sucked on it.
"OHHHH, AHHHH, suck me, suck me," Donna begged. "Do it to me. I love it."
Donna threw her legs over Gloria's shoulders. She pressed close to her now.
"Get in there and eat me," she begged her.
Gloria's hot tongue licked and lapped her up.
"Suck," she begged her anxiously, "suck me."
The delicious sensations that surged through her body had her tingling with erotic delight.
"Yes, yes," she cried anxiously, "suck my cunt."
The electrical thrills of this kind of action drove her almost out of her mind now. Donna wondered how much more of this she could stand.
"Eat me," she gasped in wild abandon.
Reaching forward, Gloria squeezed Donna's firm, warm tits. And at the same time her tongue plunged inside of her while she sniffed and sucked her.
"Flip your tongue in there," she told her. "That's how, suck me, suck."
Gloria's tongue whipped back and forth with stirring speed. "She licked her clitoris, sucked on it, and then she explored her velvety vagina.
"I'm aiming," she gasped. "Suck me off."
Clamping her hands on her ass cheeks, she held her firmly while she ground her cunt in her lover's face and juiced.
"Eat it," Donna gasped, her mind spinning with the delicious sensation of Gloria's beautiful tongue lapping her up.
Chapter Seven
As Gloria eased her tongue from Donna's juicing vagina, Donna had realized a new world of erotic entertainment that stretched out before her.
"I enjoyed it," she exclaimed in surprise. "I enjoyed it."
Gloria laughed.
"It's only natural that you did, dear," she assured her. "Most women do enjoy it when I make love to them."
Donna had always considered herself perfectly normal. Sexual relations with another woman was an area of activity that had never invaded her wildest imagination. Yet here she was, only seconds away from one of the most stimulating and erotic orgasms of her entire life.
"What's wrong with me?" she shook her head.
"Nothing, baby," Gloria whispered, moving up to wrap her arms around her lovingly.
As their warm breasts pressed against each other, they ground their pussies together, too.
"Darling," Gloria whispered, "I want you to go down and suck my pussy."
At first Donna hesitated. It was one thing to permit a woman to go down on her and it was quite another thing to go down on a woman herself.
"I... I really don't think I could," she complained.
"You'd be surprised," Gloria winked.
Gloria rolled over and spread her legs.
"You'll have the time of your life if you'll tongue my cunt," she promised her.
Easing down Gloria's luscious body, Donna looked at her crotch. She studied her curly pubic hair closely. It was matted with love juices.
"Get down there and suck," Gloria said crudely.
Sliding her hands under Gloria's buttocks, Donna brought her pussy up to her mouth. And then she began slowly exploring her vagina. Gloria lay back and closed her eyes. She pressed her creamy white thighs against her lover's hot face. Reaching up, Donna let her finger tips pinch
Gloria's nipples. She went back to sucking on her cunt again, enjoying every erotic second of it.
"Suck me, suck me," Gloria pleaded passionately.
Gloria became so excited she was whimpering.
"OHHH, I can't stand it," she gasped as she felt her lover's young tongue pumping in her pussy.
When she had licked her cunt, Gloria demanded, "Suck my ass."
Helpless to refuse her anything, Donna withdrew her pink tongue from her glistening, moist cunt. With a lustful gaze she looked at the soft, white cheeks of her buttocks. Parting them with her tongue, she suddenly stabbed right up between the pliant flesh until she arrived at Gloria's tiny puckered anus.
"Go ahead," she cried out.
Closing her eyes tightly, Donna plunged her tongue right up her asshole. She was humiliated to the very core of her being, but she didn't mind it. It was exciting to do this and not pay any attention.
"Higher," her lover begged. "That's how. Thrust it right up my asshole."
She burrowed her tongue deeper into her lover's ass. It was clear how much she wanted it.
"Now," Gloria told her, "I want you to wear a dildo and fuck me."
Gloria pulled away from Donna. She got off the bed and went over to the corner dresser. Opening a bottom drawer she pulled a dildo out, which had straps on it. Coming back to Donna she insisted she wear it.
"I would never wear a thing like that," Donna shook her head.
"Oh, yes, you would," her girl friend told her.
Strapping the dildo onto herself, she prepared to perform the bizarre sexual act that was requested of her.
Gloria lay back, waiting for Donna to stab her cunt with the plastic, hard penis that she had put on herself. Straddling her Donna suddenly moved forward. She plunged the plastic prick in her vagina. Gloria loved it and threw her arms around her lover. Her naked, trembling body indicated how much pleasure she was deriving from this wanton sexual act.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged.
Gloria gasped again as she felt the brutal penis stabs being given to her by Donna with the plastic prick. When she got so excited she came, Gloria grabbed at the plastic cock as if her very life depended on it.
"OHHH," she groaned as she rolled her head back and forth on the pillow.
Once she had brought her there, Donna concluded she had given her all she could ask for.
"Is that it?" she asked.
"No way," Gloria shook her head. "I want to feel you slipping it up my asshole. It's lubricated with my cunt juice. That'll make it slide easier."
Donna was discovering that Gloria wanted it every way. Pulling the plastic cock from her cunt, she observed it was dripping with cum. Instantly Gloria threw her legs up. Parting her buttocks she insisted that Donna slide the cum-slick plastic prick in her asshole.
"I've got a nice tight little asshole," Gloria smiled proudly, "and I want you to fuck it."
As Gloria parted her buttocks, Donna surged forward with the slick, plastic prick riding in all the way.
"OHHH," Gloria groaned as the painful forward strokes of Donna's dildo hurt like the devil. She was cringing in an obscene kind of pleasure as
Donna delivered a series of rapid-fire dildo stabs up her tight, twisting ass. "Yes, yes," she gasped helplessly from the pain of the plastic prick riding in her tortured asshole like this. Yet she wanted it. This was her demented desire, Donna accommodated her.
Frantically Donna rammed the slick plastic cock to the very depths of Gloria's ravaged rectum. It took but a moment and they developed a natural rhythm, and soon both of them were enjoying it. Even though Gloria was groaning pitifully now as she felt the plastic penis driving in with harder and harder force, she still wanted it.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged. . The brutal, ramming strokes of Donna's dildo driving in her asshole created powerful pleasure as well as intense pain.
Donna looked at Gloria, her eyes widening with shock as she observed the lust-crazed expression sweeping over Gloria's face as she fucked her to the finish.
It was stimulating for Donna to screw her lover this way. So much so, in fact, that she knew that she would be aiming soon.
"More, more," Gloria begged as Donna continued ramming the plastic dick in her asshole.
When Gloria finally gushed, Donna was delighted.
"Yes, yes," Gloria gasped in erotic frenzy as her gushing juices burst forth.
Donna realized she was so aroused that she would be aiming seconds later.
Once Donna had completed sodomizing Gloria this way she eased off. Unstrapping the dildo, she tossed it in the bathroom. Returning, she stretched out on the bed beside her new-found lover.
"What ever got you going in this direction?" Donna asked her curiously.
"Do you want to know the story of my life?" Gloria smirked.
"Yes."
"It's not a bed-time story," Gloria said softly.
Silence reigned between the two girls for a few moments. Finally Gloria spoke up. Her mind flashed back to her first sexual encounter with her brother.
"When I was a kid," she shook her head, "we had to sleep together. My brother and me. We were so crowded."
"Oh, that's terrible," Donna shook her head gravely.
"My little brother Herman didn't think so. He liked to sleep bare-ass naked. I told him to stay on his side of the bed ... but he never would."
"What happened?" Donna asked curiously as she looked into her lover's intense eyes.
"The little bastard made me blow him," she revealed, "and I became an expert at giving head. I graduated to the sodomy scene when my father got turned on when he saw me bare-ass naked in the shower one day. He joined me in the shower and before I knew what was happening, he was soaping my little ass and screwing it. "
As Donna listened to Gloria reveal the tragic incidents in her purple past, she couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
"You've had a hard life, honey," she told her. "You really have."
"Now don't you feel sorry for me," Gloria shook her head. "It isn't all that bad. However, I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if I had my own room as a young girl. I mean, if Herman didn't have to sleep in bed with me."
"What happened to Herman?" Donna asked with some concern.
"He turned out real good," Gloria smiled proudly. "He's a bookie in Brooklyn."
"Oh," Donna said quietly. "I hope that he doesn't get in trouble with the law."
"No," she assured her. "He used to run a blind pig. That's when he got in trouble."
"A blind pig?"
"Oh, yes," Gloria smiled, "that's when a man runs a little gambling establishment and has a few girls in the bedrooms, so when the players lose they can have some sex and sympathy."
Donna was not overly impressed with Gloria's background. Nevertheless, she had to admit she'd enjoyed their sexual relationship.
"What do you think of such encounters?" Gloria giggled.
Gloria was feeling of Donna's appealing tits. She was pinching the nipples until they were rosy red.
"I... I don't know what to think," she confessed honestly.
"Let me tell you something," Gloria said seriously. "If you want to go to work and make a good salary, I know someone who could set you up. I mean, he doesn't take all the money."
"What are you talking about?" Donna asked, her jaw hanging slack and her eyes opening wide in shock and amazement.
"I might as well tell you," Gloria confessed. "I'll make a clean breast of it. I'm working for a pimp named Friday."
"Friday?" Donna asked.
"Yes, that's his professional name," Gloria smiled. "He's always one step ahead of the law. He never did tell me his real name. But Friday is all right. He's a real nice fellow and he gives the biggest cut of any man in the business. So if that motel business gets too tough on you, I mean, making all those beds and everything, maybe you can go to work for Friday."
Donna shook her head in dismay.
"I could never do anything like that," she told her girl friend. "Not that I look down on you for doing it. That's your business. But, you see, it would bother my conscience."
"Nice to know somebody still has one," Gloria told her candidly. "It's become such a warped world that people can't be trusted anymore ... if you know what I mean. You meet a lot of funny people in this world."
"Yes, that's true," Donna smiled nervously as she looked up and saw the dildo and the straps lying on the bathroom floor. "Would you like to go to an exhibition?" "A painting exhibition?" Donna asked her. "I love art."
"So do I," Gloria assured her, "and there's a real art to putting on a fuck-and-suck exhibition."
Donna's hopes for decency were once more dashed against the rocks of reality. Gloria explained to her immediately what she meant.
"You can do it with a dog," she told her, "or you can make it with a couple of guys. I think those ways are lovely. You can take it in your ass and take it in your pussy at the same time. Or, if a guy swings his body around, you can slip his prick in your mouth while he eats your cunt. And the other guy can be sodomizing you. How does that sound?"
"Decadent," Donna shrugged.
"Decadent, my ass," Gloria told her. "It's good business. You get a hundred and fifty for swinging in a scene like that. Rich folks like that for a
Saturday-night sex show entertainment. They call
Chapter Eight
The last traces of sunshine were spilling over the horizon as Donna went to work at the motel for the night shift the next evening. She realized that she was being sucked into more sex all the time like quicksand pulling her down to her destruction.
She went into the housekeeper's office and began her duties. The housekeeper smiled as she came in and told her quite frankly that she was pleased with her performance.
"I've only heard good reports about you," Mrs. Lew assured her.
Mrs. Lew busied herself reading a romantic novel. She was halfway through it and didn't want to be disturbed. When the switchboard lit up, Donna knew that it would be her duty to respond to the various calls. As long as she didn't pester Mrs. Lew, she recognized that there would be no it an exhibition." problems.
Going to the motel room that had called for her, Donna asked what she could do.
"I don't think the linen is clean," the man who had a towel wrapped around his waist told her.
Donna went into the bedroom and looked at the linen that he talked about.
"No, I guess it isn't," she told him.
She went to the hotel linen room and returned a moment or two later. The man was dressed now and spoke with her casually.
"Do you like working here?" he quietly asked her.
"It's a job," Donna said as she stripped the bed and began making it all over again.
It was obvious to her that he was looking at her with lustful feelings.
"You're a beautiful girl," he told her. "I'll bet you have plenty of men who get excited with you. It isn't every day that a motel maid is as attractive as you."
He was looking at Donna's long, lithe legs, her trim waist and her shapely bosoms. He could imagine what she would be like naked. When she turned around to look at him she observed what he was doing. He was jacking off. He had unzipped his fly and was proving himself to be a flasher.
"What in the world are you doing?" she asked as she headed for the door.
But the man got to his feet, went over to the motel room door and stood there with his hard-on standing out in front of him.
"I like to have a woman look at me," he explained.
"I know what they call men like you," Donna said nervously. "You're a flasher! You're dangerous. Let me out of here!"
Seeing the fear written across Donna's face frightened the flasher. He was afraid that she might call the police.
"Please," he begged her anxiously, "try to understand me."
"Oh, I understand you all right," Donna assured him, "and that's why I'm clearing out of here as fast as I can."
She had a desire at this point to yell for help. But the moment that she appeared to be on the verge of screaming, the man clamped a hand forcefully over her mouth.
"You've got such a body," he said huskily. "Just looking at you would give any man an instant hard-on."
Donna coughed nervously, trying to conceal how hot she was becoming having him pressing against her like this. She lifted her head and he looked lustfully down at her.
"I'm just horny for you," he said as the potent animal magnetism that seemed to pass between them radiated like energy crossing back and forth between their bodies.
"I... I must go," she told him nervously.
"Not now," he begged.
"Why don't you take a drink so you can cool off," she suggested.
He looked at her through lust-glazed eyes. She looked up at him with cool calmness, vowing she would never do anything with him sexually.
"You don't have to worry about me," he smiled reassuringly.
"Please," Donna begged, "just let me go."
"How much is it worth to you to have sex with me?" he asked.
A strange compulsion seized Donna to undress for him. After all, he did need to see the natural beauty of the female form to satisfy his pent-up sexual urges.
"I want to see you naked," he insisted.
Almost as if he had tuned in on her wave length, he was asking her to remove her clothes and she was thinking about this.
"All right, if you promise not to touch me," she volunteered.
He promised. Going over to the bed, Donna stood there for a nervous moment. She watched as he sat in a chair. A wicked smile played across her moist lips. She had never felt an urge to tease anyone as she felt now. This man was obviously in dire need of sexual release. She had him in her power. It was this power that thrilled her. Donna unzipped her white nylon motel maid's uniform and then sat on the edge of the bed to ease out of her shoes. When she stood before him with only her panties and brassiere on, she possessed a kind of magnetic attraction that made it impossible for him to keep his eyes off her hot body.
"Let me finish undressing you," he smiled sensually. "You're not afraid of me now, are you?"
"No," Donna replied.
Coming over to where she was standing, with his cock sticking straight out in front of him, he unfastened her brassiere. It fell to the floor, permitting her enormous bosoms to jut into view. His eyes widened as he glanced at the distended nipples.
"What's the matter?" she purred, her pink tongue sensuously swiping over her lips.
He glanced nervously at her.
"Are you all right?" he winked.
She nodded.
"I've got a nice long tongue," he said, wiggling his tongue seductively.
The beautiful motel maid laughed when he did this. Her naked breasts rose and fell excitedly.
"I can hardly wait to find out more about your tongue," she told him.
It was strange how her carnal desires were leading her on. She knew that she could get in trouble if she kept this up. But she was blinded to reality by the forbidden pleasures she coveted so much.
Cocking her head to one side, she let her eyes slide down to his crotch. He could actually feel the heat of her intense stare at his penis. His hands reached out to her panties and she trembled. This ignited his passions all the more. Slipping her panties off, he now looked at her naked pussy in all of its splendor. His eyes focused on her fur-trimmed triangle. At this moment she was anxious to see him naked, too.
"Take off your clothes," she demanded. "I want to see you naked."
This built his ego up. Donna was in obvious complete heat now. Her body became alive as she reached down and unzipped his fly farther. Then she unfastened his belt, letting his pants slide to the floor.
Now his prick swelled into full virile hardness.
"Never had any complaints about my prick," he said with a confident smirk, his hands on his naked hips, his pelvis jutting out and his cock cradled in her grip.
At this moment Donna's legs parted a little more and he could easily see the beaded moistness rimming the tender pink lips of her pussy. As her legs opened wider, the tempting folds of her pussy seemed to flower into anxious openness.
It was apparent the motel maid was a cock-hungry piece of ass. She was aching for it. Aching for a long, hard hunk of cock meat between her legs.
"Swing around this way, honey," he smiled. Donna wanted to have him in position to slip his cock into her slit. He swung around and reached a gentle hand down to her voluptuous swelling naked buttocks. He was less than surprised to find she had the skin tautness of a young girl. She was the kind of girl who kept her body in shape.
Donna was hot now and trembled against him, her eyes closed as she breathed anxiously, her lips seeking his. He kissed her passionately and she responded like a high school girl out for a drive-in gang bang. Her mouth opened around his, her lips grinding into his teeth as her tongue surged furtively down his throat.
Her body shook with rising excitement. She wanted to feel his hard cock in her.
He moaned from the exquisite pressure of her fingers around the thick, blood-engorged length of his cock and he kissed her passionately, answering her fervent soul kiss with one of his own. He felt strangely excited. Suddenly he knew just how badly he needed to fuck her. He had to have her. The horny man loved the sweet-smelling feminine body pressing frantically against the muscled expanse of his chest. He could feel her wriggling pelvis, flat and smooth, as she ground against him. He could feel her rising heat like a consuming fever burning frantically in her loins. Donna's thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him, and his cock shot up between them as if it had been a homing device built in ... eagerly experiencing the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between those soft, trembling thighs. His arms swept around her and she gripped him desperately, breathing in short, shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back, her thighs opening shamelessly wide and she closed them around his hips as he rolled effortlessly onto her naked beauty, pulling her on the bed with a low, excited, sensuous moan of erotic pleasure.
"HMMM, lover," the motel maid panted, "you're so big and hard! I can't wait a second longer, darling. Stick that big thing in me. Stick it in my cunt!"
She was gasping with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened to consume her with their rapid ferocity unless she had his cock inside of her. Unless she could quench the ardent lust flames with a gushing explosion of his virile cum.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she begged as she felt his hard cock plunging her hot cuntal cavity.
Donna's vaginal muscles grasped his driving manhood as he pumped in a milking motion, determined to drain himself. His hotly anxious hands clasped her round, silken-smooth ass cheeks. He squeezed her buttocks as he lustfully continued driving in her with all of his might. Her lewd smile indicated just how much she enjoyed having him riding his prick in her pussy.
"OHHH, AHHH, I... I can't stand it," Donna moaned in her passionate frenzy.
Her naked erect nipple tips brushed tantalizingly back and forth across his chest as she gripped his bare buttocks, squeezing and caressing them, and finally parting them to slide her sensuous finger up his tight asshole. He enjoyed it.
"Hey, that feels good," he told her. "Fuck my asshole."
She kept on slipping her index finger up his asshole at a rhythmic tempo, matching the tempo of his prick driving in her pussy. This young, well-hung stud was pistoning his cock smoothly in and out of her wet, slick cunt hole.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he begged as he went on driving it in the sweat-drenched motel maid.
Donna's eyes were wide now and lust glazed as the young man worked above her like a madman. She could scarcely breathe from the sheer force of his vigorous, skewering thrusts. Every time he rammed his stiff, long prick into the sizzling heat of her cunt, she groaned until it slithered home, and his swollen balls swung heavily into the smooth, tight cleft of her bottom cheeks with a resounding smack of incredible lewdness that only added to her fantastic arousal.
She clawed at his back anxiously, groping eagerly for the precious jewel-like orb of his balls, bloated and heavy with the thick cream of his passion. The warm cream that would soon be gushing into her quaking loins, flooding her tortured belly in a river of lust-quenching wetness. She was fast reaching her orgasmic peak, rushing blindly now toward the pinnacle of a screaming, moaning climax that was only a moment away.
"Come on, baby ... hard now, just like that," she begged, breathing huskily, her voice laced with emotion as she wriggled under him with delicious salaciousness.
Donna thrilled to the feel of every inch of his virile stiffness as his pelvis slammed against her again and again, each time sending the throbbing hardness of his cock deep into the clasping wet heat of her cunt. She fondled his balls ravenously now, squeezing and loving them in her fingers like they were huge oversized pearls. She could feel their pulsing, swelling pressure and she knew that in a few seconds his wonderful, creamy heat would be hers ... in a spurting, gushing torrent of hot, heavy, overpowering cum.
"That's it, yes, yes! OHHH, fuck me with your big hard prick, lover. Hmmm, yes, I love it ... ohhh, I love it! I love it!"
Donna breathed gaspingly, gripping his pumping hips with the insides of her hot thighs. Their naked bodies ground together hotly, soaked with perspiration. -She could feel her lover's hard, muscular chest pressing down against the sensitive, tender buds of her nipples as her legs spread incredibly, doubling back to give him even greater entry to the clinging wet depths of her juicing pussy.
Without more warning her orgasm exploded like the impact of a high-powered bullet. The smooth and naked-skinned motel maid screamed in- humanly, shrieking as if life was ending from her quivering body. But it was not in pain that she screamed, but rather in the delicious pleasure of her intoxicating climax. She was out of her mind with cock-hungry excitement.
"Yes, yes, I'm cummming. AHHHH!" she bleated animalishly, throwing her head wildly from side to side as she bucked and writhed under her strong, powerful, lurching lover like a mare in heat.
Her horny stud held back until he could obtain the satisfaction of seeing her cum, watching the distorted lustful grimace of anguished pleasure mask her face as the perspiration beaded her brow, dribbling into her tear-stained eyes.
"That's the way, fucker. Beg for it! I'm giving you all you want."
Throwing his head back suddenly, groaning as his balls gushed their viscous fullness into her belly and in practically a single spurt they ricochetted all the way down the clinging pink sheath of her hot pussy into the cum-starved depths of her loins.
"AHHH," she groaned, "fill me up with your cum. More. I want it all!"
Supporting his weight on his hands in a kind of push-up as the last of his sperm sloshed in her belly, he lifted his pelvis slowly from her battered crotch. His cock slithered from the still-tight grip of her cunt. The quaking lips of her vagina were puffy and distended with abating desire, but she held him tightly to her nakedness, her arms about his firm, muscular shoulders. There was a lewd slurping noise as his cock slipped from her cunt, and then a gushing sound of air and the two lovers laughed in an almost giddy manner as the aftershocks of their sex concluded.
"You're a mighty tight piece of ass, you are," he grinned.
His cock dangled limply between his thighs, but he was still a handsome specimen of spent manhood.
"You really know how to please a woman," Donna smiled up at him, her breasts full and swollen from sex, her nipples hard and throbbing like little buds atop the full, distended mounds of her ripe bosoms.
Donna ran her hands down the flatness of her belly to the moist, fleecy- curls of her pubic vee, rubbing her lingers lightly over the still-shivering lips of her pussy.
Her legs were wide apart and scissoring softly with the lingering mood of the delicious screwing she had just enjoyed so much. Sitting up suddenly, her thighs quivering and her eyes flashing with a gleaming mischievousness of a totally satisfied woman, she told him, "You could charge for that."
He laughed as he watched her getting dressed.
"It's a good thing the housekeeper is absorbed in one of those romantic novels," she laughed as she slid into her panties and finished dressing.
When she returned to the housekeeper's quarters,, she was pleased that Mrs. Lew was gone. The sift was working magnificently. There was another call and Donna answered it. Someone wanted a newspaper and she had to get one. She received a dollar for it and was glad that she could accommodate the motel guest.
Mrs. Lew returned and immediately went back to reading her book. She only had a couple of comments to make.
"Lovers in the old days sure had their troubles," she said grimly. "The girl in this book does. Poor Cathy, I wonder what will become of her."
It was almost as if she was talking to herself, for within a moment she was once again absorbed in the fiction of the romantic novel she was reading.
Donna looked up at her.
"I wish I could get so interested in books. Maybe I can someday."
When the switchboard lit up again Donna answered the call. The nice-looking young man told her that he wanted to talk to her about something.
"About what?" Donna inquired before she sat down in his room.
"I would like to talk to you about your philosophy of life over a drink," he smiled.
She was not eager to sit in his room because he had a strange look in his eyes and the newspaper that she'd been reading caused her to be more fearful and less trusting.
"That's too general," she told him. "If you have something specific" that I can do for you, fine. Otherwise, I can't help you."
Leaning over, the blond-haired man with the cobalt blue eyes whispered, "I want to screw you. I didn't want to tell everybody at the motel."
"I'm sorry," Donna said, disgust registering in her voice. "I don't think that's really important."
He looked at her hungrily.
"You asked me what I wanted. I didn't beat around the bush."
She turned away, but he didn't take no for an answer.
"You make it with a lot of men around here," he finally told her, "and you can do it with me, too."
He pulled her into the room and then she realized he simply had a towel wrapped around his waist. When the towel fell she could see his naked penis.
"How about sucking it for me?" he asked.
Donna was outraged.
"You've got a lot of nerve," she told him.
"I've got thirty dollars, too," he replied, "so get on your knees and start blowing."
Apparently some other man she had made it with had revealed her secret to him. Fearful that he might think she was discriminating against him, she recognized she had better drop to her knees or things could become sticky.
Falling to her knees she felt the man grip her face earnestly. He guided his big prick to her lips.
"I want, you to worship it," he smiled down at her lewdly.
It was difficult for Donna to take talk like that.
"Go ahead and suck on it," he insisted.
At first Donna simply let her hands slide over its hard, erect surface. Then she grasped the thick meaty cock firmly and prepared to mouth him.
As she raised her head up and let his prick slip wetly over her bottom Up, he entered her mouth. Donna licked him heartily and began sucking it with the hollowed strength of her cheeks until it was beginning to harden. Her hands gripped his buttocks. Donna's mouth moved back and forth on his throbbing, long penis and he was getting more excited and stimulated all the time.
"Get the juice," he panted as he pumped it to her face. "Suck, baby, suck."
Watching as she continued sucking on his slick cock, Donna's eyes were open. Strangely, she was enjoying the sight of his saliva-slick hard-on as he pumped it crudely in her mouth. She wanted to taste his semen, for she was curious to know what he would taste like.
He was a good-looking, hairy blond young athletic man, with sinewy ass cheeks and muscular, broad shoulders. This was the most intimate of connections and Donna was making the most of it.
His eager hands reached down to grip her head and hold her there while he thrust his huge, slick prick meat down her throat. His balls tingled with the sensation of her hot, grasping mouth as he let his cock slide so far down her throat she thought she'd choke.
He was enjoying the sight of his lust-bloated balls slapping against her chin as he continued pumping his dick meat down her throat.
"OHHH, yes, yes, suck, suck, suck it off!" he gasped as he rhythmically rode his prick to a flash flood of thick, spurting cum. "Eat it ... swallow it ... let me see you swallow my juice," he grunted as he continued rutting his hard, throbbing prick meat down her throat.
She was gulping hungrily now, swallowing his tasty semen. It was surprising to her how distinct his taste was. She'd enjoyed licking at other thick meaty cocks when they'd shot her a good wad of cum. This promised to be even better. She didn't hesitate to suck, enjoying every sticky drop of his juicy load as she continued slurping and swallowing, much to his delight.
"OHHH, yes, yes," he moaned in a frenzy as he continued fucking her face. "You're a real live man-eater," he smiled as he withdrew his cock from her mouth. "Now," he told her, "I want to see what you can do. I mean, on your knees, bending over. I want to stick it up your asshole."
Looking at the size of his huge prick, the motel maid was fearful.
"I... I don't think I could fit all that cock up my ass," she complained.
"Get on your knees and see if you can," he ordered roughly.
Donna fell into silence. She forced herself to picture what might happen if she made a big fuss about what he wanted to do. The sickness that issued from his eyes frightened her. It was obvious that he was committed to torture as well as sex. His face was set hard and she was afraid of him when he told her to get on her knees and bend over so he could slip it up her ass.
Finally she agreed.
"Don't worry," he told her, "I won't hurt you."
Donna tried to shake off the fears that were racing through her. Now and then remnants of guilt and fear did surface as she saw him mounting her from behind. Spitting in his hand he applied his spittle to his prick.
"I won't hurt you if I can help it," he assured her.
Parting her ripe, firm buttocks, he slowly eased between them.
"OHHH, that feels so good," he panted as he hesitated when he came to her tight anal ring.
As his cock head probed at her tight anus, she was fearful of what might happen.
"Take it easy," she told him.
He paid no attention as he smiled smugly down at her. He enjoyed the sight of her upturned buttocks, for he had her right where he wanted her.
"I've got just what you need," he told her as he plunged forward.
His tight-fitting cock head slid past her anus and she thought for a second she was going to be split in two.
"Relax," he told her. "I won't harm you. Just let me ride up your ass. I like to fuck this way. It really turns me on."
Donna didn't want to cause any trouble, but the force that he was applying to his prick as he rammed it to her ass had her quivering underneath him.
Reaching around her he gripped her bosoms. He pinched the nipples excitedly as he went on ramming in, penetrating as far up her asshole as he could get.
"Ram it back to me," he told her as he went on driving it into her.
She pushed back, trying to ease off his cock.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "I like it when you shove back to meet me."
He went on ramming it to her. Donna was twisting and turning as he taunted her with his slick prick ride up her asshole.
"You're tight all right," he told her. "Real quality ass fucking. That's what I call it."
She wondered how much of this she could take. He had a mean prick and he didn't give a damn how much it hurt her.
"Now, baby," he told her as he delivered an especially brutal thrust up her ass, "grind your butt forme."
His coarse pubic hairs tickled her buttocks as he sank his prick all the way up her butt.
He pumped up and down with lustful urgency and she got her ass in high gear. She swung her hips back and forth, discovering a ripple of pleasure in the wanton act as she managed to relax her ass muscles and let his cock ride rhythmically up her butt.
"Wow!" he exclaimed as he went on driving proudly up her butt. "I love it."
Ramming it in with all of his might, he enjoyed it intensely.
"Fuck me, fuck me," he begged frantically. "That's what I want you to do. Now you're fucking. Keep it up."
He continued riding his thick prick up her ass with determined, strong strokes.
"I'm almost there," he told her as he looked at her quivering ass cheeks.
The sexual ecstasy was surging through his body as he came closer to the moment of thrilling climax. He went on sinking his devastating prick with deep, driving jabs.
Reaching underneath her, he gripped her bosoms, squeezing her breasts as he went on driving in like a madman possessed.
"Now you're fucking," he told her. "Fuck it. Wiggle that ass."
Donna's body quivered as his throbbing prick rode into her menacingly.
"Fuck, fuck!" he ordered. "OHHH, yes, come on and fuck me."
She swung her buttocks back and forth as he went on ramming, getting more excited all the time. His cock was fired up and he was ready to unload.
"OHHH," he grunted, "now you're fucking. That's what I want you to do. Fuck off!"
His hot, burning cock exploded in her asshole.
"Yes, yes," he panted as he unloaded his juice.
Gripping her firm ass cheeks, he quickly pistoned at a speedy tempo in her slick, sloshing ass.
The volcano-like eruption of his long, aching cock was beginning again deep in his passion-distended balls. It churned and seethed there like boiling cream until just the right moment. His head went back and an involuntary cry of naked release escaped from his lips. His hands tightened over her ears as he held her painfully between his legs and a river of seething sperm rushed out from his testicles along the length of his hard penis. He slowed his ass-fucking thrusts to an exquisitely sensuous rhythm of deep, skewering movements that milked out the onrushing flood . of his youthfully potent eruption.
Donna felt his cock throbbing in her ass as he finished driving into her butt. A dreadful moment passed, which seemed like an eternity as he drove his prick in and out like a gun invading her tender ass. His feverish passion had her dizzy with his desire. She wanted to milk his prick with her ass. Thrilling to his sliding, slick cock, she twisted and churned her butt around. He had brought her to an incredible point of arousal and her whole body tensed. With every deep, boring thrust he continued exciting her, winding her up tighter and tighter like a watch mainspring in the hands of a child.
The man's punishing, frantic thrusts followed a slow, sensuous rhythm as he finished screwing Donna.
Pulling out he complimented her.
"You give a great ass fuck. I'll give you twenty."
This upset her.
"It's worth thirty to get screwed like that. And you said you had thirty."
"Well, well," he smiled at her, "I guess I've got a whore moaning all right."
"What are you talking about?"
Seeing that she hadn't heard that before, he asked her, "What makes a whore moan?"
"What does make a whore moan?" the motel maid asked innocently.
"When she doesn't get her money," he laughed raucously.
It bothered Donna that he could be so rude. After all, she thought to herself, he had no right to act that way.
Once Donna had dressed and gone back to the housekeeper's quarters, she busied herself straightening out the linens. She was taking a Hnen count and noticed there were quite a few missing sheets.
"Mrs. Lew," she asked her quietly, "I wonder what has happened to our sheets. I notice we have quite a few missing."
"It's that day shift," Mrs. Lew shook her head. "I think we have a girl on the day shift who is stealing them. You have to watch everyone."
Making a note of how many were missing, she finished her work. Then she got a call on the switchboard from Carl Miller, her boss, who had returned from his trip.
"I'd like to see you in my office," he told her.
Dropping everything, Donna went to the office.
The posh office indicated Carl Miller was making a mint on the Starlite Motel. The panelled walls, the fine furniture, and the large ornate desk all bespoke of luxury. Miller seemed rested and relaxed and told her that he had just been to Miami.
"We are thinking of buying a hotel that is having trouble down there," he explained. "There isn't a reason in the world why we shouldn't enlarge. Would you be interested in making a move?"
The idea of going to Miami excited Donna.
"Oh, I'll have to think about it," she told him, not wanting to reveal her true feelings.
"All right," Carl Miller smiled.
He patted her leg and indicated he wanted her to sit down on his knee. Donna was a petite young girl and didn't mind going over and sitting on his knee, but she felt that she shouldn't let him try anything.
As she sat there she noticed his hand was wandering.
"Do you have the right size bra cup?" he asked her. "I notice your tits seem to press against your uniform."
Unzipping her white nylon maid's uniform, he caught a quick glimpse of her cleavage.
"How nice," he smiled at her fresh ripe bosoms. "They certainly feel good to touch. And I'm sure they're equally good to taste."
The idea of nibbling at her nipples appealed to Carl Miller.
"You've got a lot on the ball, baby," he told her, "and I think we could use you in Miami. Of course, I want you to promise me that you will always be a good girl."
Carl Miller winked as he eased his hand underneath her uniform.
"Don't do that," Donna objected urgently.
"Why not?" he winked as he felt of her moist crotch.
"Do I excite you?" he smiled as he eased his finger under the elastic waistband of her panties and inserted it in her pussy.
Instantly he pinched her love button and she wiggled in response.
"You're horny, honey," he told her. "How would you like to lie across my desk and let me fuck you?"
Donna acted dismayed at his words.
"You shouldn't talk that way," she told him.
"But you make me feel that way," he smiled hungrily, examining her intently.
Even though she knew he was being gentle about his advances, it was obvious he was serious about having sex with her.
"I've got a boyfriend," she told him.
Even though it was a lie, Donna was reaching for anything that she could think of to stop him from making his blatant, erotic advances.
When Donna mentioned her boyfriend, she thought that would end Carl Miller's sensuous finger play around her pussy. But it worked in reverse.
"We could always make it a threeway," he told her. "I hope he enjoys sticking it in your cunt, because I like to sodomize a nice woman."
"Nice women don't permit sodomy," the motel maid corrected her boss.
"That's what you think," he winked.
He was unzipping her uniform now and feeling of her breasts with lustful desire.
"Please," Donna told him, "I wish you would stop now. This could get sticky."
Trying her best to get away from him wasn't working.
"My love gun is ready," he told her as he placed her hand on his bulging crotch. "Can't you see I'm on fire, baby," he smiled. "Why don't you jack it off? Just pull it for me."
The animalistic lust surfacing on his face indicated just how horny he was for her. Donna was anxious for him to place his throbbing cock in her hand so she could see it.
It was risky business having sex with the boss ... but what else could she do?
Unzipping his fly, Carl Miller pulled out his throbbing, turgid penis. Placing the motel maid's hand on his prick, he ordered her to pump it for him.
"Pull it up and down," he told her. "That's what I want you to do. Play with it."
She looked at his huge, throbbing penis and felt a sudden urge to place her mouth on his cock.
"Grab it and give it a good jerk," Carl Miller ordered her.
Grasping his thick, rigid cock she began pulling in earnest. He was becoming more excited every second.
"Now cap your mouth over my cock," he told her. "I want you to suck my prick."
Bending over, the motel maid slipped her mouth over-his meaty cock head. Sucking voraciously, she was consumed with a lusty desire to taste his hot semen shooting in her mouth.
Carl Miller had never been so aroused in all of his life. He shoved his prick meat down her throat. He pulled back just enough so he could let her have the semen to suck out of his cock tip when he was ready to cum. But right now he wanted to ride and slide the head of his shaft against the back of her throat.
Expertly Donna sucked. Reaching for his balls he pulled them out and insisted she massage them.
Donna's fingertips gently massaged and caressed his balls while she sucked smoothly.
"It won't be much longer," he told her. "It's gonna taste sweet and creamy. Just hang tight and suck to your heart's delight."
The motel manager sat in his chair and pumped his prick into her face. He could see her sensuous, full lips clasping his saliva-slickened cock as he rode her face to orgasm.
"Eat it," he exclaimed passionately. "Suck my prick. Suck it off. That's how you do it. Suck my cock off!"
The delicious thrills that tingled through his body had him completely turned on now.
"Ohhh," he groaned as she let her mouth slip farther down over his meaty cock head.
He was anxious to feel his hot semen shooting in her mouth. He hadn't been aroused hke this since he paid a Nevada hooker who charged a hundred dollars an hour.
"Yes, yes, suck my prick ... suck it off, cock eater," he gasped.
All at once he unloaded. Donna could taste him. He was sweet. Sucking voraciously, Donna swallowed every precious drop of his seminal fluid.
When she slipped her mouth off his prick, she momentarily rested her head on his thighs. She caressed his balls affectionately and told him how much she enjoyed having wild sex with him.
"I like to do it with a girl who really enjoys it," he smiled.
Looking at her he told her that someday he wanted to sodomize her. Donna laughed.
"Sodomy sounds like great fun," she told him, "but I have some work to do. Mrs. Lew will wonder what happened to me."
The motel maid's face was flushed. It was evident she was in a giddy state of ecstasy over the wonderful time he had given her.
Nevertheless, there was a nagging sensation of guilt that she couldn't overcome. After all, she was doing it with her boss. And that meant she was using the bribe of her body to obtain favors.
"Did I taste good?"
Nodding, Donna assured him, "You tasted sweet, creamy and hot."
The phone rang, interrupting their interlude. Carl Miller picked it up.
"All right... all right, honey," he nodded. "Yes ... yes, of course I love you."
"Who is that?" Donna asked curiously.
"That was my wife," he said. "I love her. I love her a lot." Heavy sarcasm colored his words.
"I'd have to give her half of the motel if I ever divorced her," he explained, "so I'm forced to find my sexual pleasure with women who enjoy me."
"That's nice," Donna smiled as she got off his leg and zipped up the front of her uniform.
When Donna went back to Mrs. Lew's quarters where she had her work to do, she heard sobs coming from the housekeeper's room.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"The heroine died at the end of the book," Mrs. Lew explained. "It's so dreadful. She had so much to live for ... and she took her own life."
"Why did she do that?" Donna asked curiously as she folded up the last of the sheets and placed them on the shelf above her.
"Well, you see, there was this man that jilted her that she wanted to marry," she explained, "so she married this rich, old man who used to beat her. She became addicted to sadism and torture. So finally in a moment of madness she jumped out of the castle from the third foor."
"And that's how she killed herself?"
"No, she landed in a rose bed," Mrs. Lew explained, "but at the hospital she took an overdose of sleeping pills. She said she couldn't sleep and they brought her some pills and she took them all. It was really the fault of the nurse to leave that many pills with her. After that horrible accident when she broke almost everything, no wonder she got depressed."
Donna could see that Mrs. Lew took the book much too seriously.
"You can't worry about everybody's problems," she snapped. "Now we've got to tend to business. I was just talking with the boss and he said he's buying another motel in Miami. He wants me to go there and work."
Mrs. Lew's eyes lit up.
"I would love to get out of this place," she told her. "Truck-stop motels are the worst place to make any money. The bums who come in here are such cheap-skates."
"What do you mean?"
"Twenty and thirty dollars is not enough. That's what I mean."
Judging from the look in Mrs. Lew's face, Donna realized that she apparently was vividly aware of what was going on.
"These truckers haven't figured inflation into their sexual services. It's disgusting to perform the bizarre acts that they want for that kind of money."
Both of them broke up into silly laughter. Mrs. Lew wasn't hiding anything from her anymore.
Overhearing their laughter, Carl Miller, who was walking by, stopped and looked in on them.
"What's so funny?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, nothing," Donna laughed. "We were just joking."
"Take care," Carl Miller smiled as he looked at her and then his eyes went over to Mrs. Lew, who was acting disgusted that he hadn't spoken to her since his return.
"And how are you?" he addressed her.
"Oh, fine, thank you," she said in an almost affected manner.
That evening when Donna went home, she was surprised to find Gloria in her living room.
"What are you doing here?" she asked her rather curiously.
"I just stopped by to have a nightcap with you."
"What are you doing up at this hour?"
"I was at an exhibition tonight," Gloria explained with a sly smile.
"Oh," Donna shook her head. "One of those things."
"Yes, and my last," Gloria said. "Mix me a double bourbon on the rocks, baby."
Donna didn't like to see Gloria drink like that. Nevertheless, she prepared the drink she requested and handed it to her.
"This will put you to sleep," she told her with a smile.
Donna listened as Gloria revealed what had happened that evening.
Donna felt the need to comfort her. It was apparent that Gloria was shaken and troubled. Going over to where she was seated on the sofa, she comfortingly wrapped her arms around her.
"You are dealing with a very low element," she told her. "You should try to find another way to make a living."
"Work as a waitress and wear my feet out?" she complained.
Finally Gloria left and Donna went to bed. She slept soundly.
The next day she was back at the motel at the usual time, after a busy day of activity checking out her luggage so she would have her clothes packed and ready when Carl Miller told her about the big move to Miami.
The evening sped by quickly with plenty of calls. Calls for ice cubes, calls for pillows and someone had a torn sheet. And then there was one call that she couldn't run away from.
There was a young college boy who told her he wanted to speak with her.
"Certainly," she said, stepping into his room a moment. "Can I help you?"
"That depends," he replied, looking away from her evasively.
She studied him. He had long brown hair and an intense burning look in his smoldering dark eyes.
"I don't like to beat around the bush," he told her with an awkward glance, "but I'm horny."
"Good-night, young man," Donna said as she turned around quickly.
He reached out and stopped her.
"Let's go to bed," he told her.
Sighing heavily, Donna told him that he was coming to the wrong place for that kind of thing.
"I hear you suck cock real good," he chuckled.
He had his hand on her shoulder and his eyes were focused on hers. The way he said it, it sounded like such a demented thing to do. It brought a look of guilt and anger to her face at the same time.
"Do you use your tongue?" he asked casually.
"I'm getting out of here," she told him.
"Come on," he pleaded, "just stretch out on the bed and let me have you. I'll pay you like the others do."
Donna felt as though he was far too young to be doing this kind of thing.
"How old are you?" she asked him.
"I'm old enough to know what's happening," he told her. "Now why don't you level with me? You want to get fucked, and I'll fuck you."
At this point he peeled out his money.
"Thirty," he said coolly. "Now let's have some fun. Take off your clothes."
It was apparent to Donna that he had discovered her sexual activity.
"All right, but I can't be long," she warned him quickly.
Sliding out of her clothes, she proved that she was a no-nonsense girl as she got on the bed and watched as he undressed. He took off his clothes slowly, almost as if he were afraid. Then he looked at her nervously and slipped out of his shorts, flipping his huge, throbbing cock into view.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he told her.
Getting on the bed he straddled her. He moved forward, brushing his buttocks over her bosoms as he sat on her face.
"I hear you suck ass," he told her. "Now rim mine."
Gripping the young college boy's buttocks, Donna let her tongue slide around his ass crack.
"Nice," he told her. "Now flip your tongue right up my asshole all the way."
Holding his sinewy buttocks firmly in her hands, she stiffened her tongue and plunged it right up his tight anus.
It got him so excited he almost shot his load.
"Stop," he exclaimed. "OHHH, I'm almost there!"
She stopped flipping her tongue up his ass and opened her mouth to accept his balls. Swinging his sweaty balls over her lips, she felt an overpowering urge to suck on them. As she did so she could see his quivering cock become rock hard. And then he pulled away and swung his penis in her face. Donna's mouth opened and she let him slip his prick inside.
"OHHH, that's what I like," he told her. "Flip your tongue over it."
Sliding her tongue back and forth over the bulbous tip of his throbbing cock, Donna gripped it with her lips.
"Eat it," he told her. "Suck, suck!"
Running his fingers through her hair, he watched as she sucked smoothly. His balls slapped against her face when he would sink his prick down her throat.
"OHHH, I can't stand it," he told her as his cock throbbed with excitement. "Suck off!"
The sadistic smile that played about his lips as he watched her accepting his cock when he drove it down her throat was ample evidence of how he was enjoying this kind of action.
He couldn't take much more of this sucking. Donna gripped his ass cheeks, parted them and finger" fucked his asshole. Seconds later he unloaded his cum in her mouth.
"Eat it," he exclaimed. "Suck off!"
His cock exploded wildly. Hot streams of cum jetted down her throat as she gulped hungrily, enjoying every delicious drop of his cum juice.
It excited him to see his own white-hot cum dripping from the corners of her lips.
When Donna had finished sucking him, she eased off his prick. Licking the tip of it she smiled up at him. Then he pulled away and thanked her.
As she got dressed he told her she was really good at doing it.
"It's hard to find a girl who can give good head," he smiled.
Chapter Nine
Donna realized that if she worked at another motel it would all be the same. It was becoming torturous for her to answer any time the switchboard lit up. The only way out was to end this type of employment, as difficult as it would be. Certainly Miami beckoned with its magnificent beaches and its blue waters. But not if she had to continue this kind of life as a motel maid.
She wrote a brief note to Carl Miller and asked him to understand her decision.
"Dear Mr. Miller," she said in a businesslike way. "I have decided that it would be best for me to resign my duties as a motel maid at the Starlite. I do not feel I should continue in this capacity in Miami, either. Thank you for the opportunity. Best regards, Donna Ferguson."
She gave him her address and told him she would appreciate it if he would send her the check.
When she went home that night a great load was lifted from her shoulders. However, she was startled by what she found.
After she was in her apartment a moment, a strange sensation came over her. She went to the bathroom and there she found Gloria, who had hung herself. She let out a hysterical scream as she barged from her apartment and told the landlord what had happened. The landlord called the police and the undertaker was notified.
Donna never wanted to set foot in that apartment again. Nevertheless, she had to pack. Once she had packed she made up her mind she was going to leave for Miami. She could always find work as a waitress.
As she got on the bus headed for the resort city Donna was thinking about Gloria. She wished that she had been strong enough to give her the right direction that her life should take. Maybe her life wouldn't have had to end in such a tragic manner if she had found the words to give her guidance and comfort. Now she had to find herself ... and in another setting it would be easier, she hoped. At least there would be a lot of sunshine in Miami.
That thought cheered her up now. Glancing out of the bus, Donna could see the clouds scurrying across a bright blue sky. All the dark memories were left behind her. She was seeking new horizons, and a new outlook on her troubled life.
