Something told Scott Colby, bellboy of the Hotel GUARDIAN, NOT to go into Mr. Adams' room because some kind of sex might be going on. His instinct in sensing erotic activity of the hotel guests was unerringly accurate. Sometimes it was also embarrassing; he had not yet developed the discreet sense of the professional hotel man.
On the other hand, Mr. Adams was in great danger. His wife had just checked into another room of the hotel and was looking for him. She knew he was in the hotel, she knew he was NOT alone and she had come to catch him in his infidelity. Mr. Adams tipped all the bellmen well against the disaster that had now befallen him. Each new man received a twenty dollar bill the first time he took up Adams' luggage. There would be another twenty for the lucky bellhop who served as an early-warning system. Scott Colby WANTED that twenty.
Scott knocked on Adams' door and waited. There was no answer. But the young man felt that slight swelling in his scrotum that said Adams was in his room and up to no good, no good for his marriage anyway.
Two floors below and ten rooms up the hallway Mrs. Adams waited. Scott had caught the front to take her to her room, and she had made it explicitly clear what she wanted from Scott. The name Adams had used and the room number. There was a five dollar tip. Scott had assured her that if her husband was in the hotel he could run him down--that bought time. Scott figured he could stall the woman about twenty minutes at the most, before she started calling the dumb room clerks who, in typical GUARDIAN courtesy, would tip her off. Room clerks for some reason always tried to please guests without thinking things through.
There was no use to call Adams; he always took his phone off the hook when he checked in with his girl friend.
Scott fumbled nervously with the passkey. It was hung from a big, brass ring so that the help wouldn't carelessly stick it in a pocket. He would have to go in, no matter WHAT Mr. Adams and Charlotte what's-her-name did, because they might go on doing it for a half hour or more. Both were well-known to all the bellmen in this wing of the hotel; they'd been here countless times and were almost like live-in guests. "Regulars" was the word. Regulars to be protected against the hostile, outside world.
He slid into the room, leaving the door behind him ajar. He was in a small living room alcove. The garden rooms all had a partition so you couldn't see the bed from the entrance. He gulped. The sounds from the other side of the partition confirmed his very worst fears. Something heavy was going on.
What he should do was stand here where he couldn't see the bed and call out. Loudly.
But Scott wanted a peek. Just a little one, mind you. In all of his twenty-two years he'd only had sex twice and with not attractive girls either. Charlotte What's-her-name had a fantastic body. It would be fabulous to catch just a peek. Then he could retreat and call out as if he'd seen nothing. He eased forward, feet silent on the rug, cautiously peering around the partition, his pulse jumping in his throat.
"Oh, God, you're fucking me. Oh, God, I'm fuuuuucked!" wailed Charlotte suddenly in a loud voice that made Scott jump.
"Baby, take it. TAKE MY COCK," Adams crooned.
Scott was treated to a sight he would remember forever--two beautiful people locked in the heat of passion. Charlotte had her legs extended as if she did an exercise, too tense to curl them around her lover's back or rest them. They were exquisite legs, from dainty feet to slim ankles, to graceful calves to well-shaped thighs. Utterly naked of course. And those beautiful legs vibrating from the sex.
What really froze Scott was the way they went at it and the high degree of exposure of the woman's body. He could see Adams' ass squeezing as he plunged his prick into Charlotte, but his eyes quickly swept over that. He saw Charlotte's flat girlish belly pressed against that of the older man.
Adams held her by the hips and her torso was bent back as if the swift working of the cock made her arch her spine in extreme pleasure.
There was the soft, naked rib cage and then those gorgeous breasts of the young woman, fully exposed and jiggling from erotic pressures. How many times had Scott hungered to see what she "had" under her blouse or shirt. Well, there it was and it was glorious. Large, rounded and well-shaped breasts with the nipples, big, red, locked in passion. A sweep of creamy, nude flesh, a graceful throat thrown back, the lovely hair in glossy disarray, eyes closed, forehead beaded with passion sweat. The rictus of her sensual mouth, as she was being fucked, thrilled Scott. It worked as if the woman were mortally wounded with exquisite pleasure. The pink tongue curled and quivered.
To Scott Charlotte was one of the great beauties of the city. He had envied Adams a thousand times. He had had dreams about Charlotte, and a couple of them had been wet dreams. Dressed and normal, he thought her a queen. Naked and caught in the throes of passion, he thought her a goddess. Scott's cock came up in his pants so quickly that it hurt some before he could ease the pressure.
Just a minute more--it was the finest sight he'd ever seen in his life. Adams was wild to lay it into his young conquest. He held her by the hips, drilling her fiercely and it seemed to Scott that it was his own loins that drove into the woman. It melted his insides until they turned into a churning, hot core to see two adult humans fucking with such wild passion. Their bodies gleamed with a slight sweat as every convulsive movement spoke of their pleasure. It was wild to see a male lay it into a female, holding her body and driving his prick into her. Scott actually saw the point of contact, a bit of cock and cunt in action, and he felt a sex rush down to his toes. The sounds added to the luscious sight, animal groans and grunts that raised the hair on the back of his neck.
"Ah, uh, oh, digging--deeper--ah. ohhhh."
"Wow, I love your p-prick. Looooove it!"
Scott actually felt faint from this first full vision of raw sex. It was nothing at all like those quick shots in the movies where there was a faint air of embarrassment. Scott picked up their wildness. He had a crazy desire to pull out his prick and jazz himself as he watched the sexed-up couple. Yet he knew he wouldn't. Back in high school Scott had looked at the world and decided that too much sex was behind most people's troubles. Masturbation was okay but it led to high, hot desires which led to full sex, which led either to early marriage or to the dissipation of serious career effort. He could not afford to indulge in the girl chases and problems his male friends went through.
It had paid off for him handsomely. He was now engaged to the daughter of the hotel's general manager. His mother had a steady job in the hotel gift shop. It was Spring--in six months he'd go to the University to take his pre-med course. For the past four years the living had been precarious for his mother and himself--now the future was bright. All this was because he did not waste time and energy trying to plant his pickle in some girl for kicks. Not even his fiancee.
He turned and started for the door. He had to get out of here. There was a wildness rising in him that threatened to tear his mind from its moorings. The sight of those two bodies reveling in abandoned sex was just too much...
The door which he'd left ajar came open. A hotel maid walked in. It was their time of day to turn back the beds. The blood drained from his face when he saw who it was. Oliva--the one maid in the entire wing who was everybody's sex object. A luscious beauty. Some of the maids were ugly, some not bad. Oliva was superb. She was a Spanish girl, married to a tough Irish bartender, Tom Riley. Tom was intensely jealous of his wife's beauty. Most of the bellhops, clerks, housemen, waitresses and bartenders turned on to Oliva but were afraid of Tom. Oliva had the creamy complexion, the dark eyes, the rich black hair that made some Chicano women among the most beautiful in the world. Her figure was terrific. She had been propositioned by every male on the staff--except Scott.
Oliva wore a short, shiny black dress with a maid's apron. Walton, the manager, insisted on this formal costume for all the housemaids. It made most of them fade into the background. Not Oliva--with that creamy skin and Latin beauty, the lush figure, she looked like a million dollars.
She brushed past Scott without looking at him. She had learned not to look men in the face, because she always saw sex hunger. Eyes downcast demurely, she headed for the partition to turn down the bed. A paralyzed Scott could not stop her. How embarrassing for the poor, shy young woman to walk in on this!
Scott saw her face turn white, then red as she saw and heard the wild fuck action of the plunging couple.
"Oh, baby. I'm screwing your belly off--" panted Adams.
Oliva watched for long seconds, as frozen as Scott was. Scott watched her in distress. It was all his fault for playing peeping Tom instead of getting right to business and warning the couple when he came into the room. Oliva turned at last, eyes bright, face flushed with embarrassment and tried to escape from the room. She ran right into Scott's arms as he zigged when he should've zagged.
Their bodies met--the shy, frightened maid and the chaste young man who had never so much as winked at her. They folded into each other's arms. Scott's hard-on pressed cruelly on the maid's silken belly.
Scott couldn't let go of Oliva. The sights he'd seen, the sounds he still heard, had spun him out of his mind. He clung to Oliva, pressing his cock to her belly. Delicious sexual pleasure filled his loins. The maid's belly began to move against his cock.
He couldn't believe it. She didn't scream, or jump away or flee. She gave a low, soft groan and undulated against his cock.
There was a reason why the lovely Oliva was transfixed. That morning she'd had failed sex with her husband, Tom. Failed for her. He got it off--left her dangling deeply aroused. Like most shy and modest persons she had a sex volcano inside of her. All day long she'd felt the heat in her loins. Then she came into this room--saw the couple on the bed twined in wild abandon and exceeded her flashpoint. As soon as she stumbled into Scott's arms she was lost. She had to act or her sexual tensions would drive her into hysterics. Scott could help. He was the one nice boy on the whole staff who did not chase or embarrass her.
She shivered in his arms, reached down and released his cock from his pants. Next she took his hand and pressed it behind her back and down under her dress to touch her cunt. Her panties were already soaked. Scott did what came naturally and frigged her swollen cunt with his fingers, gasping. His freed prick rubbed lusciously up and down on the satin softness of her dress and her warm belly.
They clung together wordlessly, each afraid to speak in their own sudden lust, thrilling to sexual ecstasy in this mutual masturbation, each making fuck motions, he with his cock on the outside of her belly, she on his fingers. The sounds from the other room drove them wildly.
It was impossible for Oliva to mouth Scott's organ, take his mouth on hers or go to full-fledged sex. That was against her morals, her Church, her training. Nor did it occur to the inexperienced Scott to push the girl to the floor and penetrate her. Inhibited people take the smallest steps necessary, and so they indulged in mutual masturbation.
In the other room the thrashing reached its peak: "Oh, God, I'm COMIIIIIING!" cried Charlotte.
"Baby, I--losing it. AHHH!" echoed Adams.
Scott and Oliva didn't have to witness the climax to respond to it. The words plus their own actions were enough. They had masturbated for golden minutes. They were both highly charged; Scott was up because he was almost always up, with the inhibitions he laid upon himself. The climax in the other room swept them along with it.
Scott felt a crazed, utterly delicious sensation. He also felt embarrassed to realize he was going to spend on the maid's dress. There was no help for it--he was lusciously gone, and his super-thrilled cock began to milk off onto Oliva's belly. He was out of control.
"Ahhhhh, arggggg," he moaned in a tight, controlled cry the others couldn't hear. His spurts came. He spent rich rinse after rinse of his jism up the outside of her dress, as high as her breasts. The relief was fantastic. All he wanted in the world was to hold this soft, beautiful creature tight and explode his deep pleasure against her. The feel of his spurting, wild cock did it for Oliva. Her knees sagged and she came with a delicious shudder, squeezing Scott's fingers in her cunt with throbbing quakes of girl submission. His fingers had forced some of the cloth of her panties inside of her vagina to apply abrasive action on her clitoris. She gulped in mad delight and gave up her sexuality. They clung, spending as both of them rocked into an orgasmic heaven.
"Uuuuuuuuuu," she went.
"Eeeeeeeeee," he went.
The couple in the other room were unaware of the sex between the maid and the bellman, working off in massive passion their own huge orgasms.
The sex was over for the couple in the other room and they lolled in euphoric delight, still stunned by their hot, animal fucking. It was different for Scott and Oliva. With the madness gone, they stared at each other in shock.
"I--couldn't help it," Scott whispered Scott in embarrassment. He was shocked to see his spill all over the front of the girl's dress. There was a huge, wet stain on her torso and up onto her breasts, reeking of the starch smell of his male sperm. There were ridges of the greasy stuff looped here and there. It was a sight he'd never forget, his sex spill spread all over the beautiful, shy girl.
Her dark eyes flashed. "You must never speak of this! You must never touch me again!"
Then, to his relief, she ducked past him and fled from the room. He stood there for long moments, desperately calculating the odds. Would he have to deal with the powerful fists of Tom Riley who was a former prize-fighter? What if Oliva told his fiancee or her father, the manager. Wow!
Common sense flooded back. She would NEVER tell. In fact, through sheer luck he'd had a fantastic experience and laid his jism right on Oliva Riley that every man in the hotel hungered for. He--the straight guy who got kidded so much--and he'd made it with Oliva!
"I won't tell either, honey!" he chuckled softly. Then he got down to the business he came for, pretending to enter for the first time and give the couple plenty of warning...
As he finished his shift and got ready to go home, Scott realized there was a subtle difference in how he felt. Never before had he had a sex secret to hide, not from his mother, nor his boss, nor his girlfriend. This must be how an adulterer felt--pleased to remember the hot, forbidden act but also guilty and apprehensive.
"You seem quiet, Scott," said his mother when he checked with her at the gift shop as it was closing. "Are you coming down with a cold?"
"No, Mom. There were a lot of check-ins, lots of luggage to carry."
She headed home to their small apartment to make dinner. He told her to leave him out of it tonight. He had a date with Natalie to eat in the coffee shop and go to a movie. But when he got to Mr. Walton's apartment on the top floor, in a penthouse apartment, he found that his plans had been suddenly changed.
"A girl friend of mine just checked into the hotel," said Natalie. "I went to Stevens with her and she's only in town overnight."
She wouldn't take him, of course, to visit her high class friends from the finishing school she'd attended. Natalie had this snob thing that would last until he got to college himself and became a pre-med student instead of a mere bellboy. In a way he didn't mind--the future was a challenge to prove his worth to the Walton family. Still- Outside in the hall he ran into his future father-in-law. Tall, powerfully built, looking a little like an Army general, Rogers Walton fixed Scott with a fierce eye.
"Had to fire another bellman today for making a pass at a guest. Dammit, I can't figure out the young men today. They think they can fuck anything--but they find out otherwise in a hurry in my hotel! Sometimes, Scott, I think you're the only young male in the shop I can trust, thank God."
"Thank you, sir," said Scott, feeling guilty. If only old Walton knew what had happened in Adams' room! He began to have second thoughts in his delight in the episode. It went against his own strait-laced ways. Look how guilty he felt now--with his mother, Natalie and the old man.
He was sorry to hear that Harvey Donaldson was out. He'd liked Harv, but the guy thought he was God's gift to women. Sooner or later he was bound to get into trouble. More proof that his own way was better if less exciting... Funny how different women were--he couldn't imagine that masturbation taking place with Natalie. She was pretty enough, maybe a little pudgy, and her hair was stringy, but it was her class. She was a high class girl and she didn't like too much fooling around before marriage. Well, that was all right...
He took the all-glass elevator down. The lobby of the GUARDIAN always thrilled him. It was a huge, modern city hotel of the latest design. The interior was a massive open cathedral-cavern, eighteen stories high. Interior corridors rose endlessly above one another with an unimpeded view all the way to the top. Two all-glass elevators moved majestically up and down the great interior walls, providing the guests with a fantastic view of the spread of the lobby below which was an enormous courtyard. Shops lined the ground floor, there was a large indoor "outdoor" appearing restaurant, and pools, free standing sculptures and lots of open space. Boxed plants ridged all the corridors and the whole effect was of an enormous enclosed park with fabulous lighting, the endless motion of people and moving escalators and signs on every hand to fascinate the eye. At the GUARDIAN this interior landscape was far more interesting than the city's skyline. During the day when the sun poured in on the skylight, eighteen floors above the lobby, everything was tinged with rich gold. Sometimes Scott thought it was almost decadent in its sensuous appeals, a barbarian rich man's city, aloof from the dirt and mundane hustle of traffic of the outside streets. He would hate to leave all this for the harsh world of pre-med school.
Perhaps someday when he was rich he would come back here as a guest...
But Walton nailed Scott in the lobby.
"Up to your old tricks, huh, Colby?"
"What's the matter. Bud?"
Bud Walton was the Old Man's son, learning the hotel business. Right now he was on the security staff and wore the dark blazer with the gold insignia which was the modern dress for the old hotel detective. Bud did not like Scott. He had his father's military bearing and always seemed to Scott to be trying to play tough sergeant.
Walton looked in his notebook.
"A Mrs. Veronica Adams came to the hotel to find her husband. You gave her the runaround. She's mad as hell and complained to the office, so they called me."
"Of course I gave her the runaround, you klutz," flared Scott. "Adams was shacked with his girl friend. He does that every month. I wasn't going to lead his wife to the lovenest."
"So you put him alone in a room he didn't rent, with his luggage. That breaks a house rule, guest in a room not registered for.' "Bud, this guy's a big spender at the GUARDIAN. His wife comes one time, takes a cheap room and makes trouble. Adams and his girl friend are nice people."
"This is a family hotel. We don't condone adultery."
"Then you better empty the place. You've got more in these thousand rooms than the rest of the city."
"Dad would love to hear you say that."
Scott tapped Bud on the chest. "Mr. Walton may not like it, but he's too smart to sing out about it and run an empty hotel."
He walked off. Bud caught his arm.
"Listen, Colby, you get up to room 1048 and apologize to Mrs. Veronica Adams. We don't want letters to the papers or complaints to the Vice Squad."
"Oh, come on. Bud!"
"Do it!" Bud Walton strode off with a satisfied air. One more black mark against Scott Colby to report to his father and sister.
Scott was more worried about poor Mr. Adams. The dumb security man must have blown it to the wife. Goodbye Adams and his big tips! Goodbye Charlotte and her fabulous body! He didn't want to go upstairs, but if he didn't the wife bitch would probably howl to Bud Walton again. She was going to be mad...
She was: "You're despicable," she hurled at him as soon as he entered her room.
"How's that, Mrs. Adams?"
"You tipped off my husband. You took him to another room and then led me there to find him alone. You didn't know that I brought along a private detective who found the room where Charlotte King was with Earl. Who found evidence in that room that Earl was there. I want you to know that I faced that vicious young whore and gave her a piece of my mind."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Then I went back to that phony room where you put Earl but the dog had packed his bags and left. No matter. My private detective will follow him wherever he goes. He probably has another girl friend in the city and we'll find her, too. The security man said that the hotel's against prostitution and this Charlotte creature will probably be thrown out and denied entrance here again."
Scott felt his cheeks red with embarrassment, but what could he say. "I'm sorry our hotel was the center for your troubles," he said sadly.
"I'll bet you are. Earl always throws his money around wildly. How much did he give you to cover for him?" She glared at Scott.
"Twenty dollars... Can I go now, ma'am?"
"No!" she snapped. She looked at him coldly. "Is that woman one of YOUR whores?"
"No, ma'am. I don't believe in that sort of thing. I'm engaged. I don't fool around. It's also against the rules."
She took a turn up and down the carpet.
"She's VERY PRETTY, isn't she. Prettier than I am, don't you think?"
"She's only about twenty-five," Scott said in misery.
Mrs. Adams gave an exasperated laugh. "At least you tell the truth. I'm forty and ugly, am I not?"
"No, ma'am, you're NOT ugly."
"But I couldn't give you an erection, now, could I?"
Scott blushed more deeply. "I'm sure you could, Mrs. Adams."
A glitter surfaced in her blue eyes. "You damn know it, son. I may be forty, but I know how to please a man. Come here."
Startled, Scott moved nearer. The woman walked up to him and put her hand right on his soft cock mass in his pants.
"Look at it this way--" she studied his badge-- "Scott. I'm all alone in a friendless city. I'm an UNLOVED wife, and I've got a big, empty bed for tonight. My husband's been screwing a beautiful young girl and has taken off. I think he really owes me something, don't you?"
Scott pulled back, shocked.
"He p-probably couldn't complain, ma'am."
"You damn know it, son!" She was a redhead and had flaming blue eyes. "You're a good-looking boy--and you owe me something, too. Isn't that a fact?"
"I--I'll give you the twee!--the twenty he gave me!" gulped Scott.
She began to unbutton her blouse. "You stand right there," she said. "I'm going to give you something better than a twenty."
"Oh, now, Mrs. Adams," he cooed in desperation.
"Don't knock it until you see the merchandise," she said with biting irony.
She threw back her blouse. She might be forty but she wasn't badly built. Slim. There was a bra under the blouse and a lot of fair skin. Scott stood stock still wondering when her joke would end. She wasn't drunk or on drugs. She WAS bitter, of course. Maybe a little wild. She skinned out of her skirt. Flat stomach. Nice thighs and legs, encased in sheer pantyhose. It seemed hot in the room to Scott. In spite of his shock and fear he felt tremors in his cock as she revealed her body. Pretty good, not bad at all, actually. She reached up to unhook her bra from behind.
"You don't know this, Scott. You just walked in on a lustful drama. For a long time now I've been planning revenge on Earl, but I never knew who to settle on. How old are you, Scott?"
"Two--twee--twenty-two."
"Fancy that! She's twenty-five to his forty two. A seventeen year span. I'm forty--you're twenty-two--an eighteen year span. That puts me one year up on him, now doesn't it."
"I-I-"
"You're a helluva good-looking young man, compared to him especially. Compared to anybody. So is she, compared to me, or anybody. The old equalizer, huh?' Her bra came off. Her breasts were small, neat and tipped with sexy, big nipples, hard-centered right now. Scott's cock came right up in his pants. It had never occurred to him that a forty year old woman could look so sexy. Her hair was golden red, short, but gleaming. There were only faint traces of age at her eyes and mouth. In fact, her mouth looked soft and sensual. She had an earthiness that he hadn't noticed.
"You--you--plan to have sex--with me?"
"I'm going to suck your cock, Scott. There's a reason for that. On the first date he ever had with the bitch, she sucked him off. Never mind how I know that."
Scott's prick in his pants was so hard he feared it would break. He'd never had such a hard-on. Oral sex had always fascinated him. It seemed delightfully dirty and he'd always wanted to try it but knew he never would. He'd never have the nerve to ask a girl that. Imagine suggesting such a thing to Natalie! Just the same he felt used by her.
"I can't go into THIS sort of thing!" he cried.
She sat on the bed and pulled him over. "I know. Male ego. Male pursues female, not the other way around."
She undid his zipper and his cock seemed to leap from his pants, better than six inches long, lusciously hard, locked and ready. She stroked it with warm hands.
"Now then, Scott, I know you feel pushed into somebody else's troubles, but won't you please help me? Please?"
Blue eyes stared up at him meltingly.
"I know I'm attractive to you or you wouldn't have such an erection. But won't you swallow your pride and let me have my sweet revenge?"
Then before his delighted but horrified eyes she bent her gleaming red head and took the top of his shaft into her mouth. He went right up on his toes, feeling the heat, the wetness, the mobility of her tongue teasing the heavily-nerved ridge of his rod.
God, it felt great!
"Ahh, yes. If you feel--you really have to--"
It was incredible. He had never sought sex from a guest. If any had tried to seduce him, he wasn't aware of it. Now, suddenly, wham! He had his prick in the mouth of a beautiful redhead.
He had seen pictures of cocksucking in magazines and once in an X-rated movie. The guys on the floor often talked about it. Once one of the bellboys got it from some woman who didn't want to pay for the drinks he'd brought up to her room--the other guys really jumped to it when they got a room service call from her room. Another guy had got it from a drunken woman guest. Now it happened to him. Here he stood before this pretty, half-naked woman sitting on her bed. His cock was out and she pulled it into her mouth and sucked on it.
"Oh, my goodness," he said, startled, flushed and glowing. "It does feel--oh--feel good."
He found that he automatically tried to drive his rod deeper into her willing mouth to get more good feeling. His sinewy buttocks tensed, he rose on his toes as his excitement grew. A warm, feminine hand gently worked and squeezed his balls. Ahhh, it was incredible. He had emptied his balls a few hours before on Oliva's dress front and thought that sexy. This was five times better. He could look down and see the act as well as feel it, and the sight added flames to his fires. Those sensuous lips, bright teeth and pink tongue glistened and gleamed as she sucked in his cock.
leaving a mark of satiny saliva that stung ever so slightly.
"You're sucking meeee," he gasped. "I've never had it done. Never knew--"
She looked up at him, her face smoothed out to beauty now that her anger was gone and laughed.
"Scott, you are an innocent young man. You've never been sucked--or sucked a woman?"
"No, ma'am."
"Drop the formalities, youngster. Call me 'Veronica'... If you're so new to it, I'll have to give you the full treatment."
It was fabulous, like having a sexy mother to guide him into this new, forbidden world. It would be all right for him to let her do it to him, because he would learn something for his future married life. Even Natalie couldn't object because the woman was forty, after all. She stood up and finished undressing. He undressed also. There! He was naked with his cock hard and eager in the presence of a naked woman. A part of him remained stunned to realized that after all those months of wondering what went on behind a thousand closed doors in the GUARDIAN he was suddenly in the middle of it.
Upstairs Old Man Walton grubbed at his dinner beside his vague, alcoholic wife, and down in the lobby at one of the restaurants Natalie chatted with her friends, and a few blocks away his mother puttered with her own dinner, an eye on TV, and his buddies on the staff chased bells--all doing their humdrum things--while he was naked in a room with a woman who had a velvet smooth body.
Adams must be crazy to ignore this sexy wife when he could have both she and Charlotte. Veronica Adams took real good care of herself; her skin was silken and white without sags or flaws. She was lean and trim with those startling big nipples on bouncy breasts, graceful curves of throat and shoulder, legs and thighs, a round little butt and, most interesting of all, a pink-lipped cunt guarded by curly red pubic hairs. His cock strained in eagerness to invade her mouth again.
He wanted to hug her nudity to him, to feel his prick press her naked belly, to bite her nipples and kiss her mouth, but she was already introducing him to the joys of oral sex. She made him lay down on the bed on his stomach, briefly, his cock pressed into the bedspread.
"This is called "around the world", Scott. By the time I'm done you'll be ready to explode like dynamite."
She began kissing him on the back of his shoulders, her velvety body touching his as she moved. She kissed and nibbled down his back, her wet tongue and warm lips, her soft breath, making him shiver in delight. When she kissed his buttocks and his thighs he jacked off into the bed in hot delight.
"Oh, that kissing and stuff feels goooooood," he breathed.
"You'll get a chance to do it to me, too," she promised him.
Then she had him turn over and the real fun began. They kissed, long, luscious french kisses. At first he was too shy to open his mouth and let her tongue in, but after a little instruction he found himself nibbling her lips and driving his tongue into her mouth to ream it out and to bite gently on her tongue. Those wet kisses lifted him a notch higher. He held the back of her red-haired head and kissed her wildly now, sucking her tongue into his mouth.
"Whoa, soldier," she laughed. Her hand squeezed his cock. "You'll be squirting in the air if you get too hot."
Then, one at a time, she fed her hard nipples into his mouth. Scott felt his heart thud as he reveled in this first real chance to eat tits. He'd been too embarrassed and inexperienced on his brief prior love-making trips to do what he wanted to the girls he'd been with. Now he sucked and nibbled her breast tips while she moaned in pleasure.
"You don't know how good that feels, Scott. You don't know how sensitive a woman's breasts are. Ohhhhhhh."
He took plenty of time to get to know her breasts, sucking and kissing one while he kneaded the other with his palm, his hands. Her blue eyes began to look dazed. He realized that she had even more fun than he had. He'd never known true sex. She'd had it and lost it--then suddenly had this handsome young man on her bed.
She finished her trip "around the world" by kissing down his chest, belly and thighs with that hot, teasing tongue. At last, just as he began to get impatient for hotter thrills, she took hold of his cock which had remained rock hard throughout the exercise.
"What a POWERFUL prick!" she said. "Earl's goes soft unless he's getting it into some hole in a woman right away."
She took his cock in her mouth again. She bobbed her head on his throbbing shaft, sending rushes of pleasure up his spine. She bit and nibbled down one side and then up the other. She rimmed the fluted edge with her pink tongue again and again until he thought he'd go out of his mind with pleasure. His eager cock throbbed every few seconds now as he got closer and closer to an explosion. It was going to be tremendous!
Suddenly she slid her entire body on top of his, her face against his prick. This brought her cunt to his mouth and she opened her legs and scissored his head between soft thighs.
"If you've never eaten a woman, it will repulse you--for about ten seconds," she laughed. "After a couple of bites you'll acquire a taste for it you'll never lose for the rest of your life!"
She was right. For an instant he hung back from the bold, pink slice of her womanhood she presented to him, wet and swollen. She had an earthy but pleasant odor. He closed his eyes, drove his mouth on her softness and entered heaven. Her sex juice tasted like nectar and her warm passage thrilled him as he realized he controlled her whole body with lazy movements of her tongue. He found her clit and began to drum on it gently while she undulated her thighs around his head and went slightly crazy.
"Awww, Scott, you're doing meeeee, oh, that feels sweeeeet, man! Ah, God, you're making me h-h-hump. Ahhhh. Eeeee. Hey now, that's sexxxxxxy. Oh, Scott, my God, I want to give--it all--to you. Ahhhhhhhh."
She twisted, gyrated, sweated and moaned, unable to continue her suck of him, nibbling his thigh in her sweet distress.
"Awwww, Scott, you lied--you've done this before. Oh, God, you're eating my cunt off! Ah, no! Whooooo--eeeeeee."
The hotter she got the harder he drove her. He had visions now of Adams driving the girl in the room upstairs a few hours before. Now he was in the middle of things, driving Adams' wife, and it was delightful.
"Go, you crazy woman," he laughed. "Go, you wild redhead!"
Suddenly she grabbed his prick and got it in her mouth, giving him long, head-bobbing demand strokes. It was as if she had to lift him to her hotness before she surrendered. Scott almost walked off the bed, arching up, lifting the woman on top of him.
"Glorrrr--eeeeee," he sang, his cock on delicious fire from this new, demanding cocksuck. It seemed as if the white lava of pleasure that was inside of him churned to escape from his body in the sweet, savage friction of her cocksuck. Yet he would not give up her cunt. The two of them were in perfect rapture, each blitzing the other with rich pleasure shocks yet holding on, straining to new heights, as they took the hot joy of tortured sex nerves, torture that paid off in tension and delight.
Golden time passed as they ravaged each other's sex organs with tongue, teeth, lips and suction.
"Go, you horny young stud, squirt it out!" cried Veronica. She had released his cock with her mouth to jack him off against the velvet bed of her honey saliva. He felt as if a hot pleasure poker had been rammed up the hole in his prick. His whole body tensed and he grunted in pleasure. Oh, God, he was going to explode...
He gave a helpless sob "I--uh--oh, so hot, tight, sweet. I-I--"
But he did not come. The stunning idea hit him, an erotic thought he had not focussed on before. What if she--took ail his hot jism down her throat. Actually swallowed it. Was it POSSIBLE? Guys said gals did, if they really were hot. Well, Adams wife was burning hot. But, of course, guys lied a lot about sex. Even in the wildness he felt, he doubted that someone would drink the leaping stuff right out of your prick.
"You--you going to--drink me?" he gasped.
"Suck your guts out--swill every drop--" Her voice had the same hysterical gasp in it.
Her body felt hot and moist, plastered to his. Their common sweat sealed them together and Scott's heart sang. He'd never dreamed sex could feel this good. He thought of her beautiful face, that soft mouth, and the velvet tube of her throat waiting to pull down his crazed spurts of joy when they came.
She sucked him again and he slowed, sensually driving his prick up into her mouth, deeper each time. Twice she gagged, but her mouth and throat were now a satin tunnel of teasing pressure and he knew as his heart pounded in triumph that he could, fling his seed deep into her body, right down to her toes.
He felt paralyzed with pleasure, rocking in a steady, powerful stroke that lifted him slowly to an inevitable glory that would be the best ejaculation he'd ever felt. At last he understood the wild animal behavior of Adams and Charlotte that he'd seen perform earlier. Instead of slamming home, he was going to just keep riding her mouth until his nerve network reached overload and it all happened spontaneously.
Veronica was beside herself. Over the years Adams had lost his lust for her and her sex life had been less and less erotic. The couple of times she'd strayed, she'd picked older men who were "thirty second" wonders. After a rush to climax, they'd pleasured her by mouth or finger, but without the lust of an unspent male. This handsome youngster--and he was handsome!--had kept a rigid hard-on for fifteen minutes or more, and he still would not surrender the fruits of his loins for her to harvest. She whined to pull his plug. She gave him the depths of her throat, past the gag point to provide the slickest, hottest tunnel she could--still he did not burst.
Meanwhile his tongue drove her and drove her, working her clit until she was bathed in sweat and half-crazy with tension and good feeling. That young man's lust made her feel as if her body swelled to gigantic proportions, sated with aching, tickling, teasing and heavenly layers of joy.
Her orgasm came. She almost fainted. It started in her toes, swept up her calves and thighs, captured her belly and she gave an animal grunt of tender wounding.
"OH-MY-GOD!" she whimpered.
Scott, thrilled, sensed her completion. He did not know what to expect. All he knew was that women did not discharge fluids in bursts like men. They had no balls or prostates. Yet her cunt seemed to flow faster and then, sexily, she tensed on top of him as if a spastic. She gave an animal grunt as if mortally wounded by pleasure, and then her throbs came. They startled him. From somewhere deep in her loins it was as if a gigantic fist clenched and sent quake waves out along her vagina so his mouth felt powerful, muffled squeezes and throbs. These involuntary, spasmodic nerve discharges were distinct and powerful and at the same time he sensed that her body wrung itself out in utter ecstasy. It was nature's peak ability to thrill the human body and make it feel good.
"Ah, uh, oh, ah, uh, oh. I'm taaaaakennnnnn," she gasped.
After the first strong throbs, the woman got back the use of her muscles and moved uneasily on top of him. Then new orgasmic spasms caught her and she locked again and gasped and throbbed. He was fascinated by this close-up exposure to the feminine erotic libido. This was her life-moment when the male injected his baby seed into her body, this was the sweet narcotic that made her suck in all the juice the male had to offer. It was her surrender and submission to her own sexuality and the drive of the male. It was what guys meant about "taking" and "conquering" a female, using her sex equipment to drive her up the wall into a paralysis and a loss of power over her body as she throbbed in ecstasy. It felt absolutely great to make a female come, no matter how willing she might be to risk the use of her sex parts.
Her quakes tapered. She sucked greedily on his cock. Scott felt the most magnificent stab of pleasure cut through his loins he'd ever felt in his life. It was both the cessation and the resumption of the action. Blood pounded in his ears, everything receded and he felt that heavenly paralysis of all parts, that desperate but joyous cosmic fist lock him down. While he was paralyzed with all body functions stopped, his prick spoke its piece.
A gigantic spurt exploded out of his cock into her mouth with a rush of tension-relief and incredible pleasure.
"Ahhhhhhh," he whined. Then, in apology--"got to get it offfffff."
It felt weird, embarrassing, delightful, fabulous, ecstatic to pump out his gutful of jism and feel her drink it. She took his spurts greedily and he could hear her throat muscles work as she hurried to swallow the rich bursts of come. Targeting it into her mouth and spurting it down her throat blew him totally away. It was true about drinking jism!
"Ah, he, he, he,--sooooo g-g-g-good," he managed as he shot burst after burst into her mouth, throat and belly. It seemed like he shot off more than a dozen times before he tapered and gave up lesser spurts and finally dropped into a sweet glow of after-sex relaxation. His body felt as if he floated on a soft bed among billowing clouds, weightless, relaxed, completed, and whole.
Spent cock still in her mouth, aching a little from her teeth and hard usage, Scott finally understood why guys and gals got so thrilled about sex. He'd never really known the score until this golden, erotic moment.
He sighed in wistful contentment and wiggled his toes in pleasure as he still hugged the naked, spent woman. This day was a day of all days for him in the GUARDIAN Hotel. His first sight of two humans fucking, his erotic sex with Oliva and now an actual cocksuck... a man could go a lifetime and not have such things happen again. Well, it had better be his last as well as his first, his only excursion into sex if he wanted to enjoy his career, please Natalie and the Old Man, stay out of Bud's clutches and help preserve his mother's job. He had been more than paid off for his years of continence and this was enough.
CHAPTER TWO
Since this was to be his one night of erotic passion before returning to his celibate existence, Scott lay naked on the bed, temporarily sated but feeling warmer and warmer towards the older woman who had led him into the sweet heaven of sex. The more he looked at her lean, soft body, the more he wanted of her. Somewhere in the middle of that luscious cocksuck he had thought "if I can only have this. I'll be satisfied for a month, a year". Yet ten minutes later he had begun to think that it might be possible to actually fuck Adams' wife and maybe do the oral thing again. In for a dime, in for a dollar. It grew on you.
Veronica Adams might be forty years old but she was far and away the sexiest creature he'd ever met, and now that he was off shift there could be magnificent hours ahead. At that moment his luck ran out. The phone rang.
After Veronica, naked, mumbled into it for a few minutes and while he watched the flow of the charms of her supple body, beginning to feel the first signs of returning sex desire, she hung up and went for her clothes.
"Oh, I thought we could--do some more things," said Scott.
"Honey, you were my first choice to spend the night," said Veronica. "Unfortunately that was my detective. It seems that Earl didn't rush off to meet a second girl friend after all. He checked out, all right, but he went to some bar where he's drinking up a storm. I'm going to have to go collect him. When Earl gets drunk, he gets very generous. I'll be lucky if he doesn't hand the deed to our home to some stranger in that bar. It's a sort of emergency."
Five minutes later he was alone in the room. He dressed slowly, feeling a little let down. More problems when you indulged in free sex. Your partner might take off on short notice and leave you hanging. A few minutes later, however, he was glad it happened. There was a knock on the door and when he opened it. Bud Walton stood there.
"Well, did you fix it with Mrs. Adams?"
"Oh, Bud. Oh, sure. Everything's fine. She isn't mad any more. In fact, she's gone off to collect her husband and I think the crisis is over."
"Do you always hang around in guests' rooms after they leave. That's another house rule you've broken, Colby."
"She asked me, for God's sake, to stand by for ten minutes after she left in case she got another phone call. Bud. Don't be a crud."
Scott started off down the hall, glad now that he was dressed when Bud knocked on the door.
"Hey, bellman!" called Bud.
Scott swung around. "Dammit, Bud, if you think you can ride--"
"Just wanted to tell you, fella, that you're wearing one of your socks inside out. That's not GUARDIAN appearance, friend."
"Oh, uh, thanks for telling me."
Scott made his escape, blushing. The suspicious look on Bud's face didn't help his peace of mind. Did the security man suspect? He sure had sharp eyes. There it was again--that caution you had to use when you got involved with free sex. He wasn't used to it. Better that this day was over, after all...
Working a split shift, you got afternoons one day and the morning and night the next. It gave everybody a shot at the good tip hours, but it played hell with sleeping times. One day you worked noon till six. The next you worked eight till noon and came back at six to work until ten.
Next morning Scott was sleepily ingesting a doughnut and some coffee in the coffee shop when a figure dropped into the next stool to his. It was Earl Adams. He glared at Scott.
"Hey, kid!"
Oh-oh, thought Scott. He's caught on! His dumb wife probably pushed the needle into him last night about having sex with a bellboy and told him it was me. All that stuff about seventeen years and eighteen years. I am probably going to get a smash on the jaw.
"Oh, hullo, Mr. Adams."
"I was talking to my wife--"
Here it comes! And if he bitches to the Bell Captain or the Old Man, I've had it in this job. Scott gripped his coffee cup until his knuckles went white. Without this job, he couldn't make enough money to start college in the fall. His mother would probably get fired. He would lose Natalie. All because--
"--and I've got to go home with the missus, you see. But I got me a problem. I got to get a message to Charlotte, and I can't call her. You know, Scott. The ball and chain has a detective watching me for God's sake."
Scott breathed easier. No smash on the jaw or lost job yet. He now saw that Adams' glare was mostly from his obvious hangover.
"You want me to take a message to Miss King?" said Scott.
"Three of them, kid." The man slipped him three greeting cards. "Each one has a different message, each one gets more sentimental, you know? You give her one this morning, one tonight and one tomorrow when she'll probably check out."
He slid out a five dollar bill. "Wish I could make it twenty, kid, but the old ball and chain has cut down the old budget. Next time I get back in town I'll take care of you."
"Oh, that's okay, Mr. Adams. Don't bother about that."
He felt funny taking even five dollars from a man whose wife he'd had sex with. Scott watched the man go and shook his head. The messes some people got into over sex! A hotel was a great training ground for life--it showed you other people's mistakes.
He felt strange when, later, upstairs, he faced Miss King in her room to deliver the note. The last time he'd seen the young woman she'd been stark naked, going out of her mind under Adams' hot cock. Even though she was dressed and proper, he couldn't help staring at her body and thinking how sexy she looked naked.
She was in a wild, desperate mood. When he gave her the note and explained what it was for, she ripped it up. She raged that Adams had been her knight on a white horse, trapped in life with an ugly, whining witch. Only she'd met the witch and Adams' wife was not ugly but pretty. Adams wife had cried. Suddenly Charlotte King realized that instead of being involved in a great romance she was merely having a sordid affair.
"Men are all vile rats, Scott."
"Yes, ma'am."
She wanted the other notes now to tear them up. Scott handed them over reluctantly. Instead she laid them aside and burst into tears. She explained, through sobs, that she was stuck in the city for two more days.
"I'm no hole in the ground, Scott. I have a career, too."
She explained that her company trusted her--had sent her here to work on a secret audit for a smaller firm they planned to buy. She'd been able to time it so she could meet Adams, as she'd done before.
"Not any more, Scott. No more foolish romances for me. From n-now on I'm looking out for n-n-number one, right?"
He left her there, a beautiful young woman, crushed by her situation. He really felt sorry for her, getting all messed up like this. He soon forgot about her in the rush of the day's check-outs. It wasn't until that night that he thought about her again. On the evening shift he had lots of calls for drinks from the bar, room service. There she was on a barstool, getting soused, still carrying her load after what must've been a tough day. Not that she needed to be lonely with her looks. Tom Riley, the bartender hovered nearby, solicitous. Men eyed her and a couple moved close to test the action.
The jungle! Scott felt his mouth tense. He hoped she made it through all right. She was just another small tragic episode in the panorama of life that took place within the GUARDIAN walls every day...
Ten o'clock. The action had slowed and Scott was at the bottom of the front list as the duty bellhops rotated up for the calls, mostly room service at this time of night The Bell Captain had gone off duty and they were under control of the desk. Scott's pocket were full of tip money, coins and bills and he'd had only one minor tiff with Bud Walton. It had been a good day.
Charlotte King appeared out of nowhere and caught his arm as she swayed slightly.
" 'Fraid m'friend, Scott--he--take me home."
"What? Oh, Miss King. Sure. I'll take you upstairs."
He was glad she'd made it out of the bar alive. At that a couple of hounds came out to stare after her, hoping they could follow. Quickly he guided the unsteady young woman to an elevator.
"What a night... all trying to bed me... what a pigsty," she muttered.
"Yes, ma'am."
She giggled and leaned against him, her body warm and seductive. "Your bartender--that Tom Riley--wants--screw me. Maybe--you hide me out-"
"Tom Riley? He made passes?"
"All night long. I kidded... maybe he took serious, Scott. M'afraid."
That angered Scott. Tom was the tough husband of Oliva, the beautiful. He was well-hated by the bellhops because he poured short drinks and tried to blame them when the guests complained, saying they doctored the stuff after it left the bar. He seemed to resent the tips they got and whenever he could catch a bellman in some minor infraction he laid it on. He was a good companion to Bud Walton. More than one bellboy had felt his fists after some insult, real or imagined, against Oliva.
"You really mean it. Miss King?"
"I--meant kidding--someway he got--my room KEY!"
Scott wanted to kick a hole in the elevator. Tom was just tough enough, crafty enough and had enough clout with Old Walton to get away with taking advantage of Charlotte. And him with that beautiful Spanish wife, too.
Charlotte put her chin on his shoulder and sagged against him as they rose, alone, in the interior elevator. My God, in this condition the girl was a sitting duck for the bartender when he got off duty. Scott simply couldn't accept that...
He found a phantom room for her. A bellman could do that if he kept up a close friendship with the clerks and the various duty Assistant Managers. He noted the irony that it was the same room that Mrs. Adams had had on the prior night, one of the less desirable ones. On this very bed... but why think about that--that was yesterday. He eased his burden down.
"You sleep, Miss King. All night if you want. Nobody will find you here."
She lay on the top of the bedspread, a luscious sight to see, gleaming in her pink pants suit, the soft cloth swirled this way and that against her charms. He thought again how her nude body had surged to her lover's yesterday afternoon. Her pink tongue had curled out of her mouth in the pleasure of the hot sex. She was a sand blonde, and with those luscious breasts, that slim waist, those sweetly curved thighs and legs and her beautiful face she was all the woman a man would ever need. Scott felt a pang when he thought about his own Natalie. Natalie had a great mind but her face and body were a long way from this. Even Veronica Adams had been ahead of Natalie in the looks department. But, of course, a smart man married for the long pull. Looks alone didn't get it. For instance, there was Tom Riley with that fabulous brunette, and still he hunted for more. Still--Scott felt a twinge.
Charlotte thanked him and then raised both arms and twiddled her fingers.
"Undress. Can't make it--alone."
It was excruciating for Scott. When he took off her blouse there was all that cream-tan skin so well-remembered from the scene yesterday, warm and supple in his hands. She wore a bra over those big breasts, thank God. He got half hard when he pulled off her pants as she squirmed to help. Once again his eyes feasted on those exquisite thighs, curved to perfection, and the long legs, trim ankles, cute feet. When they built this one, they threw away the mold. She was one of a kind. He felt his forehead sweat. When she was down to pantyhose, panties and a bra, he turned back the covers and started to scoot her in. She fussed.
"Can't sleep--things on."
He had a hard on now. "You want to undress--all the way?" he gulped.
"Help me... m'friend."
She reached back to fumble with her brassiere. Scott gave an enormous sigh. He undid her bra. He wanted to finish her quickly to get her under the covers, but she had to delay to rub the places where the bra caught her too tightly. He failed in his attempt to avert his eyes.
There they were, the twin, gorgeous peaks of femininity, lush, beautifully shaped and exposed to his gaze, naked, with soft pink aureoles and slightly darker nipples, a blush-red, and soft. Oh, my God, the girl was hung! His cock dug against his pants.
Quickly he stripped off her pantyhose and panties, trying not to look. He lost that battle too. His eyes sought her small navel, her flat belly, her sand blonde pubic hair and the graceful curve of her sex opening, the whole, beautiful female animal, Adams fuckable girl friend, exposed to his gaze. He was alone with her in this room and she was susceptible. Nobody knew they were here. He felt the blood pound in his ears.
Her amused eyes looked up at him from lowered but not closed lids.
"Bet you look... just great naked... too. We--beautiful people."
"Yeah, Charlotte. You got it all--that's for sure."
"Doesn't help... tonight," she sighed.
He hung there in utter misery, stirred as he'd never been in his life. He'd never seen such a sexy sight as the nude girl who seemed in no hurry to crawl under the covers. But she was drunk. She was not his. It would be unfair. He shoved her lusciousness under the covers.
"Sleep it off--Charlotte. Goodnight."
He got out of the room fast. Another ten seconds and he'd've leaped on top of her...
The bitter lump in his throat did not go away for the next hour. At each passing moment he regretted that he'd messed up the chance. He knew she liked him, she wanted love and comfort tonight. And he? He was probably the only guy on the staff that would pass up the chance--to at least proposition the girl. It was as if some malignant fate pursued him these last couple of days, enticing him towards illicit sex simply because he'd taken a hard line about it.
Tom Riley nailed him when he came off shift at midnight, like Scott.
"Where's that Charlotte woman? She ain't in her room."
The big bartender threw Charlotte's key at him so that if bounced off his chest "How should I know?"
"The bellhops say she left the floor with you, stud."
"I put her into some guy's Mercedes, some guy she met in your bar," said Scott. "My guess is she won't be back before morning. Face it, Riley, you and I aren't in the Mercedes class."
"You're fucking her, you peckerhead," said Riley, savage-faced.
Scott turned away from his locker where he'd finished changing out of his uniform.
"Riley, you've got a wife. A good-looker. Why do you care where she is?"
Riley made an explosive sound, caught him by the shoulder and whirled him around.
"Never mind my wife, big shot! You're a buddy of that Harvey Donaldson, tried to screw her for money. The guy that got fired for chasing a woman guest Your next, Colby. You think you're some Tarzan, screw everything in sight. I'll see that you get fired. I'll punch you out, too!"
Scott felt his knees go weak, but he had to face up to Riley. The man was bigger than he, strong and a skilled fighter. He'd probably get beaten to a pulp but he couldn't back down.
"Want to try it now, Riley?"
Tom looked around. Other bellhops were going off duty, and they watched this exchange with careful eyes. The bartender apparently decided it would not be a good risk to jump Colby at this time--midnight in the locker room. He had a lot of enemies among the bellman down here.
"One day, Colby, one day."
He thrust Scott back and strode off. Scott's nerves still twanged. One day there was going to be a fight that was for sure. He thought again about Riley's wife, Oliva, and that episode in Adams' room when he'd masturbated on her dress. He sure hoped she didn't talk in her sleep, or that day would be soon!
He slipped back upstairs to the room where he'd left Charlotte. It might be a good idea to return her key... When he tapped on the door there was no answer. He tried the door and it was open, so he went inside. Her bed was empty, all the covers thrown back. There was a light under the bathroom door. He went to the bed, tossed her room key on it, and gave a great sigh. He turned to go.
The bathroom door opened and Charlotte appeared, clad in one of those big bath towels that covered her from armpits to below her buttocks.
She was no longer swacked. She looked fresh and clean from her shower and she walked straight and easy.
"I--got your key from Riley. It's over there on the bed."
"Thanks, Scott. And thanks for not taking advantage of me a couple of hours ago. I was half out of my head."
"It's all right. Miss King. I'm engaged, you know." The bitterness was back in his throat.
"I know. I've seen her. She's lucky. You're a good-looking boy, Scott."
"You're so old," he murmured, heading for the door.
She slipped in front of it, laughing up at him.
"You want it," she said. "I've never seen it so plain on a man's face. You want it like fury. You always have. I see it every time I check in."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" he cried, blushing.
"You got hard as a rock when you undressed me. I thought I was a goner."
Their bodies almost touched. He looked deep into her eyes and felt dizzy. His nerves tightened and he thrilled all over. There were incredible depths to those eyes. There was soft, vulnerable female down there, hurt and yet extremely lustful.
"I-I-I--" he stuttered.
"You have to reach for what you want in this world," she said in a low voice.
His cock suddenly began to harden in his pants. He felt shivers all over. The goddess. The most fabulous body in the city. He reached out and took hold of the towel. She made no move to stop him. She just kept smiling up into his face, sensual lips moist, slightly parted. He caught his breath, hooked his fingers under the towel and gave a jerk. The tuck-in gave way and the towel slid a little. Then it slid a lot, off her shoulders, over her magnificent big breasts and away from her body down to the floor. His cock in his pants hurt him in its hardness. He hugged her as she folded into his arms, her face coming up as his came down. His lips touched hers and hers kept moving so he found sweet, wet warmth and a teasing tongue. His breath caught in his throat. So did hers as they sucked into a rich, wild kiss. Her full, naked body pressed to his and his heart pounded.
She waited on the bed while he undressed, staring at him with luminous eyes. His hands shook in his excitement My God, he was hitting all the jackpots. Oliva, then Adams' sexy wife and now Charlotte King, the body superb. When he got on the bed she said: "I always knew I'd let you fuck me if the chance came."
The basic word turned him on like fury, made her available to him, putting an end to the lingering awe he felt about her. He seized her but she put a hand on his face.
"All I ask--take it slow. I hate fast love."
It was just the right thing to say. He calmed down to a more sensuous state at once, looking at her beautiful face. He saw a fast pulse in her throat. He saw a slight blush on her face. Her big nipples locked tight. She wanted him as he wanted her. He ran his hands over her smooth shoulders, enjoying the moist, smooth skin, so warm to his touch. He kissed her on the mouth and they surged together briefly, thrilling again to a hot kiss.
He kissed her satin cheeks, her eyes, her throat, the hollow at the base of her throat. Her hands reached down and gently squeezed his hard glowing cock.
"Ahhhhh, yesss," he managed.
He remembered his lesson of yesterday in the hands of the older woman. His kissed her chest, moving down to her tits, feeling the slow, powerful rise of erotic delight that was only possible because of her great beauty. He hadn't believed he could feel so powerfully sexual.
He ate one of her nipples. His palm closed over the other and those magnificent breasts were all his. His cock throbbed in appreciation.
"Oh, that's heavenly!" she whispered, gasping at his use of her sensitive nipples. Her eyes went glazed temporarily as he turned on the flames that could be released by the suction and the stroking on her sensitive parts.
"Scott, that's grrrreat. I sometimes think... I could come... just from the use of my breasts."
He laughed happily and moved down, kissing and nibbling the smooth flesh, reaching her navel and reaming it out. He went back to her breasts. Then he went back to her mouth for more wet, tongue-teasing kisses. Her body quivered.
"You know HOW to do it. Oh, you know exactly how to do it."
She fell in a syrupy, languorous mood. She had known for a long time that the handsome bellman dug her. His eyes always locked hotly on her body. So did other men's, but this Scott Colby, she sensed, was special. He was repressed, but there was dynamite under his calm exterior. His cock was slightly larger than Earl's but nevertheless twice as virile. She had not had much luck with young men--they seemed to crawl all over her at once and come in a flash, a few seconds after they entered her. It was one of the penalties of having extra good looks. Guys were crazed by the chance to put it in. But this repressed one, now-- Her cunt flowed so hotly she felt it staining her inner thighs. If Scott kept on like this he was pretty much going to devastate her. She had wanted him to go slow and easy but it turned out she was much hotter than she'd expected to be. Maybe it was realizing she was free of Earl at last. Maybe she'd hungered for the hard young cock of the bellman even before yesterday's trouble. She'd known for a long time she turned him on, but she hadn't known until tonight that he turned her on so much. When he'd brought her up in the elevator she was just drunk enough to be free of her own inhibitions and her cunt had burned for his cock. He had not taken advantage, which turned her on even more. She had known he would come back as surely as she knew the sun would rise. She had sobered up for him.
His tongue swept down her belly and she spread her legs slightly, gasping in pleasure. That moving tongue of his, rough on her satiny flesh, left streaks of fire where it furrowed into her skin. She was desperately hot now, cunt fairly bubbling with girl juice.
"You're going to--ahhh-- have to-- OHHHHHH."
His tongue dug into her cunt. She didn't know that he'd learned the trick only last night. It burned on her clit deliciously. Her skin was hot now and she felt a little faint, a happy condition. She wanted to lose her mind and her soul and be his hot-hipped bitch.
"Please--" she begged. "PLEASE fuck me pretty soon--I'm so hot!"
Scott still moved as if he were in a sex ballet. It was as if this fabulous girl released a creative eroticism that excited him and gave him power to unlock her deepest desires. In spite of her pleas he gave her rich suction, swallowing her cunt juices greedily. What nectar! She made animal sounds of pleasure, holding his head, undulating her loins, "Ahhh, Scott. Arghhhh--so... oh... ah, eh, eh, eh."
She had to bunt and rock for him, her entire vagina on fire. Beads of sweat surfaced on her forehead and as a slick on her belly.
He released her cunt and got his knees under her armpits. He lifted her head which was passive and heavy with sex want. He slid his cock into her beautiful mouth, holding his breath as he watched the meat groove in past her lips and felt the heat and her twisting tongue. She sucked him and he felt a rush of sweet delight as if she could unplug him all the way to his backbone.
"Not yet, not yet," he gasped.
It was a challenge to fuck slowly, magnificently into her mouth and feel his jism boil inside of his body yet hold it firmly. The target for his scalding semen was somewhere deep between her legs. Yet he held her head and fucked recklessly into her mouth, accepting the sting, rushing pleasure even as he held out.
"Ah, baby, ahhhhhh," he keened.
She felt humble now. He was only a bellman and she was a successful business woman with a good education, a career and fantastic looks. Yet he'd somehow gotten control over her animal bitch and played her like a fiddle, even more skillfully than Earl ever had.
"Scott, you are a LOVER," she cried out passionately when he let her rest from using her mouth for his cock.
"I'm learning, Charlotte," he told her happily. He didn't know himself where this sudden power to please females came from. It was like he tuned to her erotic wavelength.
He slid his cock down between her big breasts and pressed the sweet flesh around it to fuck against her chest, oiled by her honey saliva. His reward was a furious fire of delight that almost unplugged him a second time.
"Oh, your tits. Oh, God, someday I've got to screw you like this all the way," he told her.
No one had ever done that to her and that turned her on still further. The rich sensations of feeling his hard cock stroke near and on her nipples made her grow faint again and almost come for him then and there. Yet she, too, wanted to hold for his cock penetration before she surrendered her full sexuality to him.
"Better not--do that--too long," she managed.
He was ready now. He slid down her body, examining the full length of her figure--the smooth skin, the big tits, the lovely face, slightly flushed, the curves of torso, belly, thighs and legs. Best of all, there was her cunt, protected by the sandy hair, but swollen, pink, wet and ready.
"I sure wanted this... for a long time," he heard himself say.
He fitted his cock to her cunt lips as she spread her legs and lifted them to offer him her saddle. Her eyes looked glazed, soaked with pleasure. The head of his cock went in. He had to gasp in joy at the instant velvet covering he felt. Her body heat was intense. Her rich loins provided a warm syrup for his prick to slide on. Her tight tunnel gave him resistance and a firm, constant squeeze. He could not remember any greater pleasure in his life than that he felt as he opened her cunt with a slow penetrating motion, oozing his cock deep inside her body.
"Oh, Charlotte--this is HEAVEN!" he exclaimed.
She almost fainted as the bellman's big cock took full possession of her vagina. His innocence and his repression doubled her excitement. She also knew that it raised her lust to draw another woman's man into her bed and milk off his cock. Adams had been married. This boy was engaged. Yet their fabulous hard-ons preferred her body. She slid up under the drive of his rod and cried out softly in awe at the hot, rushing thrill of his penetration. Scott was a very good fit. His prick rode relentlessly over her clitoris.
She saw and felt that all his pleasure for the moment was concentrated in his sex organ. He held his body aloof from hers, staring down in wonder at his stiffness as it dug into her opening, flexed out again covered with her syrup, and plunged forward to find its thrilled and thrilling way back into her cunt to the womb-depth. He had good moves and yet he was inexperienced, involved with the mechanical newness of seeing his cock groove into her body. Adams and other men she'd had sex with wanted it all at once. They got on top of her, gripped her whole body, rubbed chests on her breasts and tried to ram their tongues down her throat.
It was exquisitely sexy to fuck like this, only crotches touching. All the sensations centered in her hot tunnel and his riding prick. She liked being taken without being squashed flat on the bed.
"I can't believe it," he gasped. "Sex... so weird... me going in and out... you so tight, slick, hot."
She curled her legs over his back, timing her thrust motions to his so that when his cock drove forward she drove her cunt upward. The friction in this slow fuck was incredible... sweet... maddening for her.
"You're... the hottest male... ever touched," she went.
She felt his fuck all along her body from her legs up her backbone to the top of her skull. Her belly was a wild center of hot, glowing feeling. Why had no man ever done her like this before--barely touching, giving her the chance to make her own motions instead of crushing down on her. She tried to go faster out of a rising, urgent need to be taken and completed, but he held her hips and kept his pace, staring down at the action as if hypnotized.
Once again Scott lived in a magic world that he knew would be of short duration. He felt he had to cram all of the sights, sounds, feels and tastes of hot sex with a top beauty into a short time span. Incredible luck had put this gorgeous female under him and he wanted to savor every inch of her body and every second of their passion.
His cock wanted to explode, but he wouldn't let it. He was under tight control. He could still taste the slightly salty flavor of her nude skin on his tongue and remember the velvet feel of it. He reveled in the sight of looking down at those high-standing rich breasts and seeing the red, fussed look around the nipples where he'd sucked and bitten, and he could still sense the springy firmness and texture of the flesh as well as her submissive gasps. Above was the graceful throat and the beautiful face. Below was the sexiest sight of all--her pelvic area with her sandy pubic hairs matted with sex juice and below that her violated cunt, submitting to his thrilled cock, wetting it with her private juices. There was the faint, sexy smell of her womanhood and the solid feel of her hips as he held her down for the fuck. Her lovely legs circled his buttocks and she undulated up against him faster than he drove her.
He felt total erotic ecstasy. His simple hard-on controlled all of her beauty, turned her on like mad. Her eyes were staring and unfocussed.
"Faster, Scott," she begged. "Fuck me harder. Make me beg with it."
In his inexperience he'd stumbled onto a valuable erotic secret Get the female hotter than you were and you could savor the richness of her plunging, wild passion which would lift you higher than your own self-centered drive to get it in fast, get it on and get it off.
He folded down on her nude body now, enjoying the moistness of her sweating body, the pressure of her tits on his chest and at last the soft wet lips like a silken wound to be laved by his tongue.
As Scott closed down on Charlotte he began to drill his cock faster into her body and deeper, it seemed to her. She began to thrill out of her mind, going into her animal bitch. Now was the right time to gather her into a hug, crush her and force her.
"Ah, Scott, oh my God. You're fucking meeeeee to orgasm. Oh, I've got to go for you. Oh, hah.
hah, hah, hah!"
Her head went back as her eyes went first vacant and then closed and she squirmed under him, flexing her loins with all the power of her soft muscles. A blinding white vision of being totally opened seized her. It seemed like the moving cock split her body almost in half and her clit swelled as big as a baseball with all the good feeling.
"Ah, OHHHHH, I'm fucked. Ah, oh AHHHHH!"
It was like yesterday now and Scott felt himself dragged to the edge of the cliff. In short moments he would go crazed too with pleasure and have to fuck her hard and fast. It was like that heavenly scene yesterday when he'd seen Adams do it to her--only he had the girl much hotter. She went incoherent, whimpering, begging, slobbering, pitching and yawing under his cock as it drove faster, ever faster.
Pure animal bitch sound came from her throat. She seemed to lift against him with superhuman strength. Then: "OH, SCOTT!"
She gave a great gasp, froze and then began to throb with sensational pulsations against his cock, locked in a master orgasm. She had never felt so thoroughly taken, and by this innocent at that! She reveled in her submission, whining and jerking as she thrilled to the limits of her nerve net, her whole body out of control, responding to the driving cock with incredible squeezes of joy. It was as if this cock penetrated and pierced deep into the dark velvet of her lust than had ever happened before. She fell back, laughing hysterically in relief, then surged up again to give up more of her sex treasure to him. Throb, throb, throb. All the way, completely fucked out and used and she was floating in a sweet limbo.
The excitement was so high that Scott didn't think he could hold on. Yet he was determined to stall his own pleasure until he'd felt and recorded every thrilling sound, sight and every feeling of the plunging, beautiful bitch under him as he made her spend. As she tapered and fell back dazed, he let himself go, at last, with utter relief.
"Now, Char-Char-OH, AHHHHHHH!" he cried as he ascended.
His orgasm rushed at him as if he were on a speeding motorcycle that plunged into a brick wall. Only the bricks were soft as pillows and the sensation was the finest he'd ever felt. He hugged the girl tightly and forced his prick against her womb.
Orgasmic waves took over. First he was stilled to a sweet pre-orgasmic transfer of all power from muscles to prick. That felt fantastic and a happy whine issued from his lips. Then came the pleasure and relief in flooding bursts. Spurt, hold, spurt, hold, spurt, hold. His cock seeded her lusciously with hot flashes of white hot jism that seemed to come from his toes. At the same time he exploded his liquid into her, his nerves discharged tension into a soaring feeling of joy and domination, male controlling female and making her fertile belly take his hot gushes of semen.
He felt Charlotte groan, rising under him to throb some more as she squeezed and milked to get his hot sperm into her body. He rode his own orgasm down, delighted to find how much better it was than the masturbation with Oliva and the cocksuck with Veronica. There was the wild elation of the first burst, the sense of fuck-pleasing and using the woman, then the deeply satisfying middle bursts of pure gut joy in blasting out seed into the warm, supple target, and finally the end of tension and near-weakness of fury spent and job completed. Immediately warm euphoria set in and Scott laid in dazed contentment on top of his beautiful and sexy conquest.
CHAPTER THREE
It was all over at last. Scott felt both relief and regret as Charlotte checked out the next day and was gone. The Adams dust-up had given Scott super sex experiences with three women, the MIAD, VERONICA and CHARLOTTE. It was a small miracle, he knew, might never happen again. Perhaps it was also a reward for his own continence, the fates having relented. All the other bellhops, in fact, all the men he knew, seemed to be trying constantly to get it on with some women and mostly failing. Certainly none of them had lucked in as he had with hot numbers like beautiful Veronica and charming Charlotte.
What should a SMART lad do at this point? Forget it and go back to his normal, mundane life, appreciating the flurry of erotic heavens he'd enjoyed. There was Natalie, there was his mother to keep an eye on, there was his future to earn money for.
Natalie was the main problem. He felt guilty for what he'd done behind her back, yet the experience definitely would make him a better husband eventually. And all this would not have happened if Natalie had been free of the visit of her friend, Paula Vickers. Scott did not care for Paula from what little he saw of her. She was attractive enough in a brunette sort of way, but she seemed to be a snob. She was an Eastern girl who'd attended the same finishing school as Natalie and was now on some sort of vacation, it seemed. Natalie had not wanted to introduce her to Scott. She was ashamed to admit she was engaged to a bellman which made Scott sore, but he also liked the challenge. Some day when he was a famous surgeon he and Natalie would look back and laugh at the days when she didn't want to introduce him to her snooty friends.
Then a second old school friend showed up-Barbara Preston. She had a pretty face and a voluptuous body, almost pudgy.
Babs, as they called her, was just the opposite of Paula who was so silent and withdrawn. She was lively, laughing, curious, bright and friendly. It took her about two hours to penetrate Natalie's secret. Scott felt tickled when the rotund Babs dragged Paula down to the hotel lobby and introduced him to the Eastern girl, explaining that Natalie's father had hand-picked some good raw material to turn into a trained seal husband for his daughter.
"Isn't he cute?" said Babs right in front of Scott. "If I had a great boyfriend like that with such a great bod. I'd give up half my folks' money."
Paula seemed embarrassed, not amused, but Scott found himself kidding with Babs and liking her immensely. When she began to flirt with him he liked it even better. Later Babs told Natalie that she wanted him assigned to their bedroom all night long to protect the two rich girls from kidnapping and robbery.
"That's not funny, Babs," said an embarrassed Natalie. "In the hotel business we don't joke about sex."
"Neither do I," laughed Babs, digging her fingers into Scott's side. "I could take your stud as seriously as a million dollars."
"Oh, Babs." said Natalie.
Babs caused other problems for the hotel, as the two visitors stayed on. She had brought her stereo which she played too loudly and too late at night The desk sent Scott up to quiet her down, aware that the girls were friends of the manager and Scott had an in through Natalie.
Babs flounced around in a miniskirt nightie of sorts, wearing, for God's sake, boots, and dancing by herself hard enough to raise a sweat.
"It's called aerobic dancing," she explained to Scott as she bounced. "Great for anybody like me that has a weight problem."
"You're not fat," grinned Scott. "Just voluptuous." Truly, the hefty girl was plenty sexy. He could see the teasing fringe of lace-edged panties under her flying miniskirt, and her full thighs and legs were shapely. Her breasts, almost as big as Charlotte's, bounced freely as she danced, and he realized that it would indeed be a thrill to lay it to the girl with that big, rich body, the pretty face and the hot vitality.
"You've just won my heart!" cried Babs. "Please stay all night and help me dance."
"Oh, Babs!" cried the other girl, Paula "He's telling you you have to turn your records off."
Paula didn't look so bad herself. She wore orange nylon pajamas as she sat on one of the beds quietly pasting up some pictures in an album. New England spinster she might be, but she had big, dark eyes, a hollow-cheeked sort of beauty and perky little breasts bold against the nylon.
Scott told Babs that Paula was right Guests complained about the noise.
"I only know two pleasures," Babs smiled. "One is dancing and the other is boys. So--if I can't dance, come on, Scott, let's fuck!"
She fell against Scott, laughing, while Paula shrieked. "OH, Babs, Natalie will kill you."
Scott left the room strongly upset. That Babs was a pretty hot number and she might just put out if she wasn't sharing a room with Miss Wet Blanket. He had no intention of finding out, but that voluptuous body was plenty sexy. Ten years from now Babs might be too fat; right now she was a rich, luscious feast. She was a live number all right; Bud Walton complained that she smoked marijuana and stunk up the whole corridor.
Next day Natalie took Scott aside and told him she had to fly to New York with her folks. The GUARDIAN'S owners had called in her father for a meeting.
"What about your friends?" he asked.
"Paula's on a two week vacation and Babs came along later to help her out. They'll be here. Scott, I'm counting on you to look after them, especially Paula. And to control Babs. She gets hyper. I'll only be gone two or three days."
"I'll do what I can."
Nevertheless, he didn't see Babs or Paula until the end of his shift the next day. He finished early in the evening at six. He stood outside the hotel, watching the sunset over the city, absorbing the hurry and bustle of the going-home crowd. He spent so many hours inside the GUARDIAN, so absorbed in his duties and the eternal, colorful sweep of guests that he felt out of touch with the city and the world outside. He leaned against the buildings. The soft spring breeze brought a hint of awakening nature, despite the traffic smells, from a small park across the street Soon it would be summer and instead of eighty per cent occupancy they'd have a hundred percent and be sending guests to smaller hotels. Tips would be even fatter. He'd make a killing this summer and have enough to start college in the fall, especially if he took a part-time job along with his studies.
Life was great. The sex events of the past week had rounded out his education and he felt much more mature than when he'd started at the hotel six months ago. He wished there were another situation like the Adams triangle, but there were none. It was just a sudden, erotic break in the humdrum way of life, never to be repeated...
Babs came up the street wearing a cape. At first he thought it was a nurse with that flowing cape and white shoes. Then he saw it was Natalie's pudgy friend, wearing a blue cape and white boots. She looked twice as flamboyant as if she'd worn a coat, like a refugee from some parade.
She laughed, waved and stopped.
"Want to come upstairs and dance to some great disco records?"
Her cape flew open and he stared at her in astonishment.
"For God's sake, what are you wearing, Babs?"
"Oh, this." Her laughter came in merry peals. Don't you see that's my aerobic dancing outfit Fast dancing is really exercise you know. Aerobic means "with oxygen", exercising where you get out of breath and build up your heart, lungs and circulation. So I have to dress light."
"That's light, all right."
Her voluptuous body was tightly encased in a white, glistening and tight one piece suit. It pulled tight to her crotch and scalloped up high on both hips. It corseted her stomach and faired out to contain, as well as it could, her full breasts. Two shoulder straps looked too thin to hold the light garment on her body. It looked like the costume of a drum majorette. The problem was--it needed something underneath for modesty's sake. He could make out the red of her nipples and the shape of her sex. It pulled revealingly tight over her public hair.
"Paula's out, and I was dancing, when I suddenly realized I needed some new records or I'd get bored. So I threw on this cape and rushed out."
This he had to see. He went back upstairs with her where she threw off her cape, put on her records and resumed her dance session for exercise. It was even more sexy than he'd imagined it would be. The costume was made up of miniature-tubed material that glistened and stretched beguilingly over her young body. Babs had light brown hair and when she released her pony tail and began to dance, her eyes sparkled, her body went moist and pink, and her breasts were in constant motion. She was about his age, twenty-two and had a perfect little ass so that she looked as good from the rear as from the front Scott felt aroused, but controlled himself while he joined in the dance session. He wasn't much of a dancer; he'd spent his years since high school working most of the time, so she had the pleasure of acting as his teacher. As the heavy beat of the rock music got in his blood, Scott realized how little social fun he ever had. Something like this was great because when school started in the fall he'd again have little time for frivolity.
They danced faster, they danced wilder. After a half hour they both collapsed on one of the beds, exhausted, Babs falling against him and laughing.
"Great, Scott. You make a star student. Whoosh! I'm bushed. Hey, how come you take yourself so seriously? You know the Walton family's using you. You know Natalie will never marry you."
"What?"
"Ask Paula. They--" Then she saw his face. "Forget it, Scott. Forget I said anything. Come on, let's try another record."
Despite his attempts to question her, she jumped up and began dancing again, turning the music too loud for her to hear his questions. At that moment Paula came in, glared at them, covered her ears and fled to the bathroom.
Scott knew Babs was wrong, of course, because Babs was a natural-born tease and trouble-maker. She would tell you your wife screwed your best friend right in front of them just to get an interesting conversation started. Just the same as ! he watched her hot, voluptuous body move he wanted to grab her and spank her, and--and-- It was the dancing, it was her costume, it was her rich little body and her wiseacre personality. He was all steamed up. Suddenly he grabbed her and shoved her on the bed. He held her down by her hair and a hand under her chin.
"You simply said that to seduce me," he accused her.
"Correct!" she laughed. "I've had the hots for you ever since I hit this crummy hotel. She did have a boyfriend once at school, but she'd be crazy to trade that APE for you."
He suddenly knew he could fuck her. He wanted desperately to rape into her luscious, pudgy little body like mad. He pressed his mouth on hers and rammed his tongue inside. She took it with a gasp, her breath exploding on his cheek, as she writhed, making obscene motions with her loins.
He broke the kiss.
"You fuck-crazy little bitch. I'd ram my pecker in you, if Paula wasn't in the bathroom."
"Oh, she won't come out for a couple of hours. We could do it!"
The wild girl fumbled with the fastening of her costume in her crotch. Scott saw with a shock that her cunt had stained a big patch down there. She'd danced herself crazy-hot. He thought the top of his head would come off with the wild race of feelings. God, he wanted to shove it in this life-loving little girl. She undid some buttons and stripped herself half-naked to the waist. She sat up and off came the outfit, over her head, releasing full breasts, nipples rock hard. She wore only those sexy white boots. She scooted back on the bed.
"Come on, hotshot. Our time has come!" she called urgently.
Scott groaned. If Paula came out of that bathroom and saw them, he was finished with Natalie. And maybe his job, the whole thing. Yet the lust burned in him.
"Old sober-sides. Never take a chance," she taunted him.
His cock was so hard he thought the skin would split. It was three days since that fabulous fucking night with Charlotte. He looked down at the delicious girl-feast on the bed--and that was it. He stripped, tearing his shirt as he pulled off his clothes. The last thing he saw before he mounted the ripe girl to fuck her was her swollen pink cunt literally bubbling her juice of welcome.
He sunk into her soft flesh, found her cunt opening and rammed home. He thrilled to his toes as his prick unsealed her tight vagina and buried to the hilt with hot, silken friction.
"Ah, you sexy... little bitch... " he gasped.
"Fuck... my heels off!" she gasped. Her eyes burned hot. Her cunt squeezed firmly on his prick. She was much hotter for this sex than even he realized. Ever since she'd arrived to help Paula with her vacation and visit Natalie she'd been turned on by Scott. Half the time when she was around him, her cunt turned to cream. She'd masturbated thinking about him, driving Paula half crazy, speculating about Scott's prick and how it would feel inside of her. Paula who knew Babs' hot temperament had scolded her endlessly; it did not good. Now, at last, she had the real thing planted in her belly and she practically frothed at the mouth. She'd come a dozen times, maybe thirty.
"Oh, Scott, I've been crazy for you to t-take me," she breathed.
All Scott's experience had been with slimmer women. He'd hardly had a chance to feel up Oliva. Veronica had been thin. Charlotte was well-upholstered but not voluptuous like THIS. This girl was your sturdy peasant type, with shapely, solid loins that could take heavy duty screwing. Scott drew in a deep breath.
"Babs, you'll get all I've got!"
He slid his prick out and got ready to give her the ride of her life. The bathroom door opened and Paula came out. She wore her orange nylon pajamas.
"I haven't been feeling too well, so I thought I'd rest, if you people will turn off--the--mu--" She saw what they were doing. She screamed. "BABS! Stop! Stop! What are you doing!"
It was Scott who stopped, hanging there in sudden misery, his hard cock half-driven into Babs' cunt. He stared up into the prim face of Miss New England in misery. Big, dark eyes stared into his, hypnotized.
"Do it, Scott," Babs begged. "She doesn't care."
The hot girl drove her loins upward impaling his rod deep in her body and gave a luscious gasp. She was pure hedonist, crazy for his fuck.
Scott clutched that soft, sexy body and trembled. Paula Vickers was all class a first rate piece of ass. She was wealth, finishing schools, snobbery. She was a million miles from his kind of life and that cut him deeply. He felt like an animal under her gaze. But the hot cunt stuffed with his prick compelled him. He began to move in Babs' saddle.
"I--got to--if I die for it!" he gasped. "Got to have--sexy little bitch."
"Ah, yes. Go! Go!" called Babs.
He was aware that Paula moved. The volume of the music dropped, but the intense, hard beat went on. He began to groan in pleasure, hugging the ripe young body under him and drilling into her sex passage with his hungry prick. It felt so gooooooood!
He tried to kiss Babs' wet, full mouth but she jerked her head away, breathing hard.
"Can't hold on--want it so much--got to--coooooome."
He had given his pudgy target less than ten strokes but his crazy lover began to grunt and keen and twist. Her cunt squeezed passionately on his prick as she gave up her first tribute to his hard-on. He felt like the king of the world as the girl gave up her sexuality to him with rich throbs of her sex equipment. What a precious fuck-animal she was!
There was a movement near the bed. He stopped moving, while listening to Babs moans of pleasure and feeling her taper in her orgasm. He raised his eyes. Those orange nylon pajamas, Paula's belly, was right in front of his face.
"So goooood," crooned Babs. "Paula, he made me come--already. Join us. Get in on it. He's--the best."
He looked all the way up. Paula stared down at him, dark eyes still hypnotically fixed on him. Her mobile mouth seemed to twist in some emotion.
"I--I'm busy down below," grunted Scott. "I could tongue you--that part's free."
"Yes!" cried Babs from below. "Do it, Paula. Let him suck your cunt while we fuck. What a PARTY!"
Before Scott's astonished eyes the orange pajama pants dissolved into smooth, bare flesh. There was a cute, curly nest of dark pubic hair, plastered with happy juice. As he stared in thrilled silence, the second girl mounted the bed, the soft muscles of long elegant thighs moving sexily. Up above her mouth worked and her eyes stared but she could make no sound. Scott reached up, catching her smooth, warm hips. It seemed like there was an electric charge as he touched the nude hips of the elegant young woman. He pulled her forward seeing the luscious slice of pink cunt approach his mouth. He sank his mouth into her dainty cunt mass, driving his tongue for her clit and found it. The second girl jerked and keened.
"Aieeeeeee!"
"Everybody FUCKED OUT. At last I know what THAT means."
As he headed for home he pondered the surprising fact that the sex with pudgy, voluptuous Babs and slim, elegant Paula was as good if not better than the good-looking Veronica and the incredibly beautiful Charlotte. If a girl had average, attractive looks, it was the passion inside of her that counted, he concluded.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You've got to do it," said Bud Walton. "The old man told me you had to help."
"It's a job for security, not the bellmen," said Scott.
"You show up--Room 518 at seven o'clock," ordered the young security man.
Scott wandered morosely into the gift shop to talk to his mother. He seemed to be closer to her these days.
"It's just that things seem to be falling apart, Mom," he told her.
"It's trouble with Natalie, isn't it," said his mother.
"Yeah, I guess. Or maybe it's me."
"Just remember, the course of true love never runs smooth."
His mother and her proverbs. They didn't seem to help much. Scott suspected that the fates which had tossed so much erotic joy in his direction a couple of weeks ago were out to get him. "Whom the gods destroy they first make mad." That was another saying. Well, the good times were over. None of the Adams triangle had showed up and he'd never dared chase Olive, the maid. Babs and Paula were gone and life somehow seemed drab and hopeless. The fact was, Natalie didn't turn him on as much as she once did, before he had had all the sex adventures. She was pretty enough but the excitement wasn't there. Had he figured his life wrong? He'd noticed that guys who went somewhere usually had someone outside themselves to work for--a woman, a family. Natalie was WHY he wanted to go to medical school, make something of himself. But when, after the excitements of a couple of weeks ago, he tried to turn her on she was colder than ever before.
He'd accused her of the boyfriend that Babs had told him about. She passed that off. Babs was a great gossip whose tongue made trouble. Natalie had no other man but him. He didn't pursue that very far. If Natalie ever found out what he and her friends had done that night, there'd be an explosion for sure. Yet even that left him unsure of himself. Was he the sort of guy who could only screw strangers, not warm, close ones like Natalie? It was a mess. No, the thing to do was settle down in his old life, grateful that he hadn't been caught in the wild sex that had come his way. He'd enjoyed it, he'd learned from it, matured, and it was in his past. Back to his celibate state and his goals--that was the road for Scott Colby.
Tonight he was supposed to baby-sit with an eighteen year old virgin. How about that? Bud explained it all to him: "This guy had his daughter run away and came to the city to find her. Bad company, all that, you know. The guy comes here and he finds her all right He pries her loose from the hippies and dopers, but she's pretty upset He can't take her back home tonight--his wife has the car and will pick them up tomorrow. He can't stay with her tonight because his boss only gave him time off if he'd make the rounds of certain customers here in the city. He can't let his boss know about the wild girl--in his small town that stuff doesn't go. So he wants someone to keep an eye on the girl until about ten or eleven."
"A job for security."
"I got too much else to do. Incidentally, the girl's a virgin and the guy's afraid she wants to get out to get herself laid out of revenge for being hauled home. That's why Dad said you have to baby-sit. You're one bellman that ain't gonna help the girl out."
Dutifully Scott presented himself to room 518 at seven o'clock. It would be dull, dull but Old Walton had nailed him with the job...
Right away Scott did not like Mr. Holt. The man was about fifty, with mean eyes and a pock-marked complexion. He had a way of talking out of the corner of his mouth as if he were afraid the police were listening.
"You gotta keep an eye on the kid, bellman," he said in a hoarse voice. "I gotta see some people in these bars and restaurants my boss sells to. I'm back at maybe eleven. Don't let her leave this room."
"What about phone calls?"
The old man shrugged. "What can the phone hurt if she don't go out?"
He slipped Scott a twenty dollar bill. Scott felt better. That would make up for a lot of tips he'd miss not working the floor. Holt jerked his thumb at the bed.
"That's Ginger over there."
He winked at Scott and was gone. Scott sighed and put the spring lock on the door. He put up the chain and dragged a chair in front of the door. He arranged a lamp. He'd brought a book on how to make the grade in college.
He walked over to the bed where a figure huddled under the bedspread. He jerked it back. A pixie face, rather pretty, stared up at him. The girl was a redhead, but her hair color was much darker than Veronica Adams. There was a smattering of freckles. She wore nondescript jeans and a scruffy man's shirt.
"Hello, Ginger," he said. "I'm Scott. I'll be your pilot for the rest of this trip."
She smiled, flashing her pretty teeth. "You're CUTE!"
"Just so you don't get cute," he said making his face severe. "You can watch TV if you want. I'll be by the door reading."
The girl stayed on the bed and didn't say anything for the first fifteen minutes. She merely sighed a lot to show her exasperation. Finally she muttered something about taking a shower and disappeared into the bathroom. Absorbed in his book, Scott hardly noticed. They were on the fifth floor and the windows were sealed in this air-conditioned building. There were no connecting doors for Ginger to get out of.
Presently she came back out of the bathroom and sat down on the small desk near the door, ready to talk to him. Scott looked up and saw, with surprise that she'd changed into fancier clothes and gleamed from the shower. She wore a cheap grey polyester crepe blouse that hugged her young torso. It cupped her rather good sized breasts, uninhibited by a bra of course. She wore a pleated dark skirt, mid-thigh, with no stockings or pantyhose and the inevitable boots that the young favored so much these days. She showed plenty of thigh and leg, smooth and bare, perched on the desk.
"Do you want to know why my stepfather's so crazy to protect my virginity?" she said.
"No," said Scott. "It's really none of my business."
"He wants it for himself, that's why. He's been waiting until I reached eighteen and he figured the law couldn't get him. That's all."
Scott couldn't help looking into the girl's troubled brown eyes. They were soft and pleading.
"I expect your mother could stop him," said Scott.
"My mother drinks a little for breakfast, a little for lunch, and quite a lot after dinner," said Ginger. "She figures she's lucky to be married and if her new hubby steals a little sex from the kid she won't fuss as long as there's no big deal."
"I'm sorry, Ginger."
He did feel sorry for the girl. Having seen that mean-faced father, he could believe she told the truth. She had that pixie face and a real cute figure with a surprising, sexy flare of her hips. Her thighs and legs were shapely without a single ounce of fat. She looked about fifteen, fresh from the shower, without makeup. A trim little sex package.
"How would you like to lose your virgin plug to your crummy old father?" she asked bitterly.
"Maybe he won't. Ginger." Scott shifted uneasily in his chair. Why did the girl have to show him that much thigh and leg.
"Oh, he will. Right now. Tonight. Right here on that bed in your crummy hotel. Mister. I know him. He's been waiting this chance to get me away from home, all alone in some hotel or motel room."
"Ginger, maybe you ought to call your mother."
"I called home earlier. She's too polluted tonight to hold the phone. She dropped it twice. She suspects but she doesn't want to know what's going to happen to her little daughter tonight, when 0l' Verge gets back."
Scott feared the girl would break into tears. "No OTHER relatives?"
She shook her head, tears in her eyes.
"Maybe you could call the police, or something," Scott said. He did feel sorry for the kid.
She walked over close to him. He could smell her clean body and feel its warmth as she stood next to him.
"Mister, cops won't help. He'll call me a "liar" and act sweet as pie. Later he'll beat me up. Sometimes he beats up Mom. I know Verge."
"I guess you're really on the spot," said Scott horrified and fascinated.
She suddenly turned to walk away from him, her hips swaying. "This is the night I learn how to fuck all right. God, I hate to lose my virginity to him. I'd rather throw it all out the window. I'd give it to the first guy I met on the street. That's WHY I ran away to find Timmy. We were good friends in high school and I thought he'd help me out. But it took me three days here in the city to find him and 0l' Verge caught up with us before we could do anything."
"That's a pretty sad story. Ginger."
"You haven't heard the worst. As soon as I turned eighteen which was three months ago that old man began to feel me up to make sure I was intact. He had his hand between my legs after every date."
"You're kidding."
"Well, not every date, but once a week for sure. He didn't want any young guy stealing what he thought was his."
"That's some stepfather."
"Oh, he didn't just feel inside of me and let me go, Scott. Not that horny old buzzard. He'd fool and stroke, and squeeze and rub until I just about went out of my mind. For fifteen or twenty minutes or so. Till I had to, you know, come. I got really scared when I saw what he was up to. He was training me so I'd like the sex when the big night came. The worst of it is--I got so I liked it pretty good, even from him. But, Scott, I just can't stand the idea of him getting my maidenhead. It kills m-me."
As two tears ran down Ginger's face, Scott put an arm around the girl.
"Maybe I can talk him out of it. Ginger."
"Not him. He's hot to trot. The last time he--made me feel his thing. He tried to get me to put my mouth on it. I've petted with guys and I know how they get His rod was up and ready, believe me."
"Ginger, I'll do what I can."
"It's no use. You think he's out doing his business? No way. He's getting half-loaded so he can do it to me tonight. Not too drunk to do it. Just hitting a few bars to get his nerve up... Listen, Scott, just let me slip out for an hour. I know where to find Timmy. Then at least the old crud won't get the best treasure I'll ever have:"
"Ginger, I can't do that!" Scott groaned. "I'd be fired."
"I'll give you thirty dollars!"
"Oh, no, Ginger."
Scott paced the floor in distress while Ginger threw herself on the bed and sobbed quietly. Scott felt all shook up. Still, what if the girl was lying? She had a lively mind and she might be meaning to con him, just so she could get another session with this Timmy. She'd probably already lost it to him.
After a while she raised her head.
"You--you're a good-looking young guy, Scott. Will you--take it?"
"Me!"
"It would cheat him. It would serve him right. You could say you fell asleep and I got out to see Timmy. Maybe they wouldn't fire you."
"Ginger, I couldn't!"
"It kills me that that old man's going to get my virginity. It just kills me!"
Scott paced some more. The thing to do was call Bud and let him handle this weird situation. My God!
She was silent for a while. Then: "You don't believe."
"Maybe you're exaggerating. Ginger. Just conning me to get with Timmy."
"Feel me. I can prove it."
He looked at her closely as she lay on the bed. She had pulled her skirt up. There was the excellent curve of her slim legs, the soft sweep of her young thighs--and her cunt, exposed, right up to the flaming red hair of her belly. She'd worn no panties. Her cunt, small and innocent, looked swollen, gleaming with fluid. She was excited all right. Scott hesitated, but the sweet shape of that girlhood drew him like a powerful magnet. He gave a sound of annoyance at his indecision, walked to the bed and felt inside her cunt, trying to be impersonal like the doctor he would someday be. She WAS a virgin all right. He could feel the taut membrane that sealed off her cuntal channel. She was also in heat from the reddened condition of her sex organ and the juice.
"Please, Scott. Do it! Help me cheat him. After that I can handle everything. It's tonight that kills me."
"Gingerrrrr," he groaned.
He turned from the bed, walking back to the door. The girl was annoyed. The telephone rang.
He started for it but she got there first. Her jaw hung slack as she listened to the voice on the other end. Apparently it wasn't Timmy.
"Oh, yeah... everything's all right. Verge. Your prison guard has me boxed in. I haven't left the room. Uh-huh... Uh-huh." Suddenly she got an inspiration, Scott could see. Her eyes danced. "Uh, listen. Verge, your bellman's out in the hall for a minute. You sound pretty drunk. Listen, Verge, are you going to examine me tonight You know. Do the things we did before. Uh, yeah, I thought so."
She gestured violently to Scott and as he walked over she spoke again: "We're really going to do it tonight? You sure? You're not too drunk?"
Then she handed the instrument to Scott. He listened and there was no doubt that it was Vergil Holt on the other end of the wire. Scott could almost see the pock-marked face and the sidemouth whisper.
"... gonna get it on and fuck till dawn, kid. I been waiting for a chance at that hot little plugged hole a yours for months, baby, so don't figure you can get out of it." The tones were slurred. Sure enough Verge had loaded on a few. "Give me an hour. Ginger and I'll make you into some kinda' woman. You'll love it, my big prick up your--"
Scott held the phone away from his ear, gave it back to Ginger. It was crazy and it was weird, but the kid told the truth. Ginger mumbled some more to the man and then hung up. She faced Scott, shrugging her shoulders.
"You heard the man. I'm his TARGET for TONIGHT."
She covered her face with her hands, ran to the bed and threw herself face down on it. She wept. Her skirt had ridden way up and Scott found himself staring at her sweet legs, her soft back thighs and her sexy little exposed ass, quivering in her agony.
He shook his head once as if to clear away his doubts and then began to undress. Naked, he slid onto the bed beside her and turned her face up from the pillow.
"Oh," she said. "Oh." She sniffled a couple of times, her tears on her face when she saw he was naked and his cock was hard. He kissed her gently on the mouth.
"I've never deflowered a virgin, Ginger. I'm not sure I'll be good at it."
"I don't know much about it either, Scott, but I'm sure it'll be FINE. You're saving my life, man. Oh, thank you, thank you, Scott!" Her soft brown eyes worshipped him.
She undressed quickly, joining him on the bed. He wanted to start out gently and work up to it, but she was ALREADY hot. No wonder, she'd been thinking about nothing but sex all day long.
"Stick it in me, Scott. Get it over with. Later we can fool around some more, if you want."
She WAS right, of course. The drunken man might head back for Room 518 at any time. He spread her legs, looked down on her slim, young body and shook his head. The naked girl was one of the most delectable, erotic sights he'd ever seen in his life, so small and perfectly shaped, yet mature and fuck-ready with those wide hips. Her skin gleamed, almost golden in the room lights and her rather large breasts presented him with nipples locked in sex tension.
He eased his cock to her entrance and drove it in. The head slotted her all right and he thrilled to her interior body heat and the silken juices. Then he met her obstruction. He pressed his cock hard against it, and she gasped.
"Ah--you'll have to shove--pretty hard, I guess."
He eased back, thrusting forward once more, with still more pressure. Her face went white and she gave a whine of pain.
"I guess... I got... a thick one. Oh, oh."
"Baby, I'm sorry--"
"Let me try. Just hold."
She gritted her small white teeth and shoved her cunt hard against his prick. He felt a stab of pain, but she howled and fell back.
"I guess--I'm not so brave. Just let me--rest a minute."
Her head went back and she breathed hard. He held her trembling, soft body and shook his head in wonder. Scott Colby, deflowering his first virgin. The fates had picked him up again. And he loved it... but not her pain.
Would it be better to break it with his fingers? Cut it with something. But somehow that would be cheating. He held her body and dug in again, aware that she sweated from the tension and excitement and so did he. Resistance. It was very sexy and he felt his male hormones zing. He was being too tender and solicitous of her. This female cunt had to be taken ABRUPTLY.
He brought his cock back, ramming her so hard her teeth clicked. And again, and again.
"Ah, oh, oh, oh, ah!" she gasped wailing in pain.
But he'd felt her gristle give in a little.
"Scott," she whispered, "I can't stand it We'd better rest some more."
He looked down at the center of action. His prick had definitely battered deeper, even deeper into her cunt. The first two inches were covered with her oils--and blood. The sight of it made his heart pound in primitive, rising desire. He took firm hold of her hips and battered her again, digging fiercely with all his loin power at her tight, blocked entrance. She arched back as if he'd rammed her with a hot poker.
"OH, GOD," she went and she began to cry.
But he had torn loose more of her stubborn gristle and felt his cock ooze deliciously and deeper into her. She tried to push him away now with her arms, moaning. He was caught in the lust of it Once again he notched her cunt, thrilled to the bone to feel the hot, bright blood on his prick. Wham, wham, wham.
"Yeeeeeeeee," she went.
Her face was deathly white as she writhed under him helplessly.
"Oh, Scott, don't. I can't--I can't--"
More of her hymen had surrendered. He was pretty well in now and needed only one more good prick-battering.
"Hold on, baby, you're almost a woman."
"Oh, Scott, I'm dyiiiiiiing," she moaned.
Once again his cock came out, blood-covered and oily and the sight made his toes curl. It was the experience of a lifetime. He rammed forward, thrilling to his toes as he felt her hymen finally give way. She arched up under him, lifting him from the bed, giving a powerful grunt of exquisite pain. Then they both felt the miracle. His cock oozed slowly, easily and gently deep, deep, into her body. He'd fucked through her virginity.
She lay passive under him, white-faced but grinning. He felt the pain of his exertions now. His prick had taken some battering too. She was open, stem to stern. The realization of what he'd done, and the joy of it swept over his belly. His cock began to swell and throb.
"Here it comes. Ginger," he sang.
Sweet, incredible pulsations seized his belly. He hugged the girl, kissed her velvet lips, shivered and began to seed her, giving up luscious deep gut spurts as his cock squeezed off delight after delight "Oh, Ginger, you're fucked. I'm coming, filling you--up."
She watched him fascinated. "I feel so gooey down there... Ohhhhh."
He'd never felt such a tight cunt. It was locked to his prick all along its length, but the feel of her natural juices, her blood and his semen was intensely sexy. He kept his cock inside of her and began to kiss her and knead her big breast at the same time. He still felt sexed up. He'd spurted quite a lot in her channel but somehow it didn't feel like a complete orgasm. He slid his tongue into her mouth and after a moment she caught on to the trick of french kissing and began .to kiss him back. She was inexperienced all right, but a thrilled and willing lover. Presently she began to move her loins on his member which remained more than half hard.
"Are we fucking now?" she whispered.
"I've fucked you once and I'm going to fuck you again, this time for pleasure," he told her.
"I LOVE you, Scott. You DID it! You DID it!" she exclaimed.
"The old man can never take it away from you now. Ginger. It's gone. I'd like you to feel good now."
"The pain's gone. I just feel a little stiff down there. I love having your thing in me. I could do this all day."
Her tight little cunt kept working on him, making his prick hard. The friction had started a new batch of jism to be manufactured in his balls. He realized with growing delight that he was going to seed this sexy little girl twice without removing his rod from her body and give her her first orgasm if he could.
Her eyes widened.
"It feels good now. Hey, it really feels good. Huh--ahhhh."
Her movements which had been experimental before began to become erotic as his cock worked on her clit and the pain of her deflowerment died down. He could sense from the tender way she moved on his cock that she felt his fuck right up to her backbone. She began to melt and soften under him, losing the tenseness that had locked her while she gave up her virginity.
"Scott, I'm going to LOVE fucking. Oh, I LOVE you."
He was restored now. He began to drive his prick in and out of her setting up a steady rhythm. She began to gasp in pleasure and those soft, brown eyes got bigger.
"Uuuuuuu, I feel that now. Way up inside deep. Oh, Scott, I know you're making a baby in me. Oh, God I love it!"
It was glory-time for Scott and the young innocent girl. He was fascinated as he enjoyed this new sex situation. His sperm explosion into her cunt after her deflowerment eased his tension but still had not satisfied his love need. The sexy clutch of her young cunt was enough to arouse him for a second try. At first there was a pleasant burn in his cock and balls from their movements which escalated into hotter and hotter desire as his teased-pleased glands whipped up a new batch of hot jism. While this sweet pleasure went on down below, he could savor the rest of her charms--and teach her the ways of erotic intercourse.
He rolled over, putting her on top of him, her smaller figure relieved of his weight.
"Sometimes THIS angle gives the girl more fun," he told her.
"Scott... it's so weird and great I can feel your thing--clear up like it rubs the underside of my stomach." She lifted herself off him, in the freedom of being on top and stared down to where his now-stiff cock violated her cunt. "I can see it riding in and out--of meeeeeee. Wow! I'm really doing it at last!"
He laughed. "Sweet baby!"
With her slimness he could reach clear down to the back of her knees and stroke all the way up the smooth, warm skin of her back thighs, enjoying the curves and the solid feel of soft girl muscles. He dug his hands into her buttocks and made her loins move to fuck him by this action alone, making them both laugh. He hugged her around the waist forcing the breath out of her lungs and feeling powerful enough to squeeze her warm, sweating body close, close to his flesh.
He pulled her forward and ate her breasts, first one and then the other. She was breast-sensitive and had to catch his head and try to restrain him as he sucked and nibbled her hard nipples.
"Gee--go easy there!" she begged. "I feel your sucking--all the way down to my belly. Uuuuuueeeeee."
When he tired of that and her nipples were red from his usage, he licked and nibbled around her throat and jaw, back under her ear, making her hug him and shiver. She was an exquisite jewel of a sex instrument and he'd had enough experience now to play her with skill. By the time he settled on deep, luscious french kisses, he had her so hot her loins drummed on his prick. It was no longer fun and kidding, it was serious sex. Her breathing got heavy, her body was moist all over, there was a blush on her face and her eyes began to glaze.
"Oh, I want it, want it," she moaned.
He sucked her pink tongue out of her mouth and held it possessively between his teeth, not letting her have it back. She shook her head and whined but this gentle touch of sadism thrilled her to greater heat as she lifted towards her cute bitch animal. At last he let go of her tongue.
"I think I--oh!--got to come prrrrretty soon," she managed.
Inside of her she felt exciting new wonders that she hadn't dreamed she'd find in sex. The excruciating rub of his big prick on her clitoris made her feel as if her belly opened wider and wider. Each stroke seemed to penetrate her every cell and she wanted to draw his whole being inside of her body. His hot, ever-moving hands, tongue, lips, crazed her, stroking, biting and nibbling her skin at a hundred love points. Time ceased. Her identity ceased. She was a golden TREASURE of flesh dedicated to that velvet plunging cock that owned her every cell. She rose--rose--beginning to keen...
The door of Room 518 opened softly, slowly. The malevolent eye of Bud Walton appeared in the crack as the security man studied the room. Because the chain was up, he could not enter. He did not have to. He could see all there was to see in the space he was allowed. The bed was on a direct line of vision with the door. He stared with hungry attention at the sexy sight on the bed as Scott fucked the young virgin...
Scott was totally unaware that he was being spied upon. He was in the throes of creaming the young girl, attentive to the hot sensitivity of her body. She went helpless in her passion, twisting and bucking out of control, her eyes getting big.
"Ahhh, eeee, something's--happening!" she cried.
"Let it go, baby," he laughed.
As she grunted to her peak and froze he added the final touch. He'd learned with Paula the erotic use of the female asshole. He did not try to violate the girl's pucker. He merely put a strong finger on her sphincter and dug at that sensitive spot, just as she peaked.
"HALOOOOOOO!" she went.
Her eyes opened wide and then rolled back in her head as she expired on top of him, throbbing excited squeezes of her cunt and asshole in her orgasmic glory. She was all of the way there, totally out of her head, a sex-dying, spending animal as she grunted, slobbered, jerked and cooed. She ran off throb after throb, wild to give up every ounce of her sex treasure.
For Scott it was a new and different kind of orgasm. Always before he'd been either the excited student, the wonder-struck participant or the crazed, plunging male, eager to blast into the female he was with. This orgasm was exquisitely controlled and easy. The lust had come in the taking of Ginger's hymen. Now he teased the girl through her spends feeling remote and superior as he turned her into a fucked animal bitch and then, as she finally began to taper and fall back to normalcy, breathing hard, he pleasured himself with a lordly, condescending orgasm.
He let his prick ride up easily to that hot point of no return. It was pure delight to watch and feel his own orgasm even as he enjoyed it. There was the precious moment when his pleasure-crazed nerves could no longer contain the need to explode. It was like sliding deliciously right off into space. He felt all his muscles tighten in pleasure, chest, belly, cock, thighs and calves. Male was stilled in heavenly suspense with all masculine power gathered behind his sex equipment to explode his liquid outward.
The convulsive ejaculations burst. They were one part cream pleasure, one part relief, and one part high satisfaction at feeling his body-hot sperm squirted into the female's cunt Spurt, pause, spurt, spurt, pause.
"Ahhhh... oh. Ginger... I am... fucking off... in... youuuuu," he went. He held her smooth buttocks, relaxed now from her own orgasm, and kept up his happy grunts and hot ejaculations into the young cunt that he'd just deflowered. In those open animal moments he felt close, tender and loving of the girl he'd saved from usage by the older man. He ran off his spurts, savoring each one and letting them taper into the glow of his euphoria in a natural and easy fashion. He was no longer a neophyte, but a skilled lover, able to satisfy his female and relish every joy that the sex act held.
Gung, gung, gung. Right down to the finish and then finally releasing the female, as glad that the tension was gone as he had been to feel it before he'd shot off his sperm.
"Perfect!" he sighed, stretching under Ginger.
"Thank you, Scott Thank you a million times," she breathed.
The eye at the door vanished. The door quietly closed and Bud Walton moved on...
He should not have dawdled, but Ginger was such a sweet little package of young charms that he spent some time kissing and stroking the girl after the end of the master double-fuck. She was willing.
seemingly endlessly delighted with all this love-making.
Suddenly the door was attacked by fists and kicking. 0l' Verge had returned.
"My God!" Scott gasped.
The bed was a mess, the girl was a mess, he was a mess. There was mingled blood and sex juices smeared on both of them and on the sheets. Scott dived for his pants. Finally the goods had turned on him, after all of the successful, unobserved sex. Even as he struggled with his clothes, he could see that he was really doomed this time. The young girl certainly wouldn't--and shouldn't--be blamed. Holt would massacre him with Mr. Walton. Natalie would learn that her dear Scott had humped a young virgin guest The clerks and other bellboys would have a ball with it--Scott Colby, the famous Mr. Prude, had got caught with his pants literally down!
He moaned in shame and more than a little embarrassment. Ginger shot past him to unchain and open the door. Her face was a strange study and he thought he understood. She would beg off by blaming Scott, by rushing to the stepfather and claiming it had not been her fault There was no other way out for her. He couldn't blame her for admitting to it and trying to side with the Old Man.
Vergil Holt burst through the door and slammed it behind him. His eyes glared, his shoulder hunched like a fighter's. He peered at the naked Ginger. There was blood on her lower belly and semen on her inner thighs. He glared at Scott The bellman hopped about helplessly, one leg in his pants, one out His cock bore the rest of the damning evidence. He could not have been more nailed to the wall if he'd planned his downfall carefully. It flashed through his mind all of a sudden that this was payment for all the stolen sweets he'd enjoyed without detection--Oliva, the maid, Mrs. Adams, Charlotte, Babs and Paula. His day of reckoning had come.
He stopped struggling and trying to get into his pants. He looked Mr. Holt right in the eye.
"Your daughter is no longer a virgin, Mr. Holt. I'm afraid I had something to do with it You SHOULDN'T have-"
Something WAS wrong. Something was VERY wrong. Ginger did not look scared, shocked or embarrassed. She merely looked happy as she squeezed the old man's arm and said: "Well, Verge, we finally got rid of my dumb plug."
Holt swayed at little and burped. He stared at Scott and--bent over in a gracious and courtly bow.
"My stepdasser, I mean stepdaughter, and I thank you for your kind act tonight."
He walked right past Scott and sat down on the edge of the bed and began to take off his clothes. The eyes still looked mean to the shocked and frozen Scott, and the pock-marked face looked as evil as ever, but Holt's expression was benign.
"Now if you'll excuse us, my dear boy, it is my turn to bed the nubile young girl."
Ginger went up to Scott and hugged him.
"Please forgive me, Scott. Forgive us. We had to do it this way. I had to lie a little. You see, my mother caught us necking once. She made Verge promise he wouldn't take my virginity. That's all he promised, that he would never take my maidenhead."
From the bed Verge said: "NEVER go back on your promises, boy. That's all that separates mankind from the--burrrrp!--beasts of the field."
"Verge and I are in love," Ginger went on. "We planned this and I'll tell Mom it was Timmy, so you're clear, Scott. It's so GREAT. Up till now all we could do is have oral sex and masturbate."
When Scott finally got dressed and cleared out of Room 518, Ginger had cleaned herself and popped back into bed with the naked and hardcocked Vergil, Scott closed the door on them quickly and went off down the hall feeling sickened.
The nerve of the little tart--and that ugly old man. They'd set him up and used him to make the girl's cunt available to the stepfather. They probably hadn't even been able to find Timmy in the city and had fallen back on this ruse to egg on the victim. The girl's act had been beautiful but the phone call was really the master-stroke. What red-blooded bellman, or any other man, could've resisted. If she'd just asked outright most guys would've thought her weird or crazy or trying to trap them and would've refused. He'd been conned by two real experts!
Suddenly he stopped. Conned? Why, he had the TIME of his life! The girl was as sexy as he'd ever hope to find. Her maidenhead had been very real and so delicious to take from her. He had, in fact, enjoyed the privilege of deflowering her and had a second luscious fuck besides. Ginger had really liked him too. It had been a wild, wonderful time. What did he expect for twenty dollars, the undying love of a girl he'd never laid eyes on before? Laughing happily he went back to his duties on the floor to close the shift.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was midnight when Scott finished his shift, heading for the locker room in the basement to change out of his uniform. His body felt great after the sex with the little virgin, and his soul felt at peace. He felt he had matured immensely in the past few weeks, especially when it came to women. His self-censor was not so well-pleased. He could feel his affection for Natalie slipping away, more each day. There was a chill between them now. It was as if they remained engaged only because people expected it of them--her father, his mother.
Each sex episode had cost more blood out of his basic relation with Natalie. The more he got involved with these other adventures, the more guilty he felt, the more distant he became and the more dissatisfied he felt about her physically. He blamed her, because when he approached her and tried to make love she pushed him away and said she wanted to save physical love until they were married. He also blamed himself. He really didn't turn on to plain, sensible Natalie as he had for these other women he'd had sex with. But in the long run, of course, he needed a plain, sensible woman for a wife. The novelty of beauty soon wore off. A steady woman meant steady goals and a peaceful, useful life instead of ups and downs, hassles and breakups, orgies followed by loneliness.
He still pondered these weighty matters when the attack came. He was alone in the locker room. There was a scraping sound and he looked up to see the contorted, enraged face of Tom Riley, the bartender. There was no time to react Tom hit him a tremendous blow in the stomach and Scott doubled over. Tom kicked him to the floor. Even then Scott might've recovered and gotten into the fight, because he was so strong. Tom prevented that with a savage kick to the kidneys that made Scott scream and blanked out his mind in white-hot pain. He'd never felt such a shock in his life. Then as he tried to rise, wheezing from the loss of breath, crazed with the pain of the kidney treatment, Tom advanced again.
"You're fucking my WIFE, you bastard. You're ruining my marriage. You trying to steal my Oliva from me."
Wham! Scott caught a fistful of knuckles to his eye. Then Tom kneed him in the groin and as Scott flew back with a new scream of agony he belted Scott in the kidneys one more time. Scott gave one final howl of distress and fell to the cement floor, knocked out...
It was a sober group of people who gathered in the Victorian Suite of the GUARDIAN Hotel a couple of days later. Old Man Walton, Bud Walton and the First Assistant Manager were there to represent the management. Todd, the Bell Captain, represented the bellmen, while Snyder, one of the desk clerks, spoke for them, the housemen and maids.
"Riley has to go or you've got a strike on your hands," said Todd.
"The clerks and the rest of the staff go with the bellmen," said Snyder. "People who work here have had it up to eternity with Tom Riley. His punch-out of Scott Colby is the final straw. Riley GOES or WE GO." He went on to enumerate all the problems with Riley, the bad room service orders, the spying for senseless infractions, the man's dangerous jealousy over his wife. Most damning of all, the bartender had recently been trying to have sex with some of the housemaids and bar girls even while insisting that his wife be faithful.
"He's either on drugs, drinking, or going around the bend into insanity," Todd told the Hotel Manager. "We won't work around him anymore. That's FINAL."
"The matter's out of my hands," said the general manager. "Tom Riley is a lifetime friend of a man who became rich and started the GUARDIAN chain of hotels. He promised Tom that he would always have a job at one of the hotels. You'll have to talk to Mr. Harrison Weber, principal stockholder in the company back in New York. My hands are tied."
"Let one of the other hotels take him on then!" cried Scott. He had pretty well recovered physically from his beating but he had sworn to kill Tom Riley the next time he saw him, and there'd be no backing down. The bartender would come back into this hotel only over his dead body. Fortunately for all concerned, the manager had sent Tom on a "vacation" out of town as soon as he'd learned of the incident "Tom's not so bad," said young Bud Walton. "I think he keeps you guys on your toes, and you need someone--"
A chorus of yells and boo's cut him off. The old man glared at his father.
Scott enjoyed that He had always marveled at Walton's intention of teaching Bud the hotel business. Bud had no feel for people, no sense of give and take. For him everything was black and white, and Scott had a feeling that Bud's security job was about as high as he'd ever go. On the desk he couldn't even rent a room to a guest with a reservation without getting into an argument.
Walton had obviously hoped to soothe everybody's feelings by taking over the best suite in the hotel and having "open house" where everybody could "speak his piece", while some cheap punch and cookies were served. It didn't work, at least not with the bellmen and the house staff of maids and janitors. After a futile debate the clerks headed back downstairs, but the rest stayed.
"The best I can do is give Riley another two weeks' vacation before he comes back," said Walton. "It's time for EVERYBODY to go back to work."
"Oh, no, Mr. Walton," said Todd. "We've got to talk this over and hash it out. We're just going to keep this room open and keep this little party open for the rest of the night. Why don't you send up some hot hors d'ouevres for your hardworking staff?"
Walton suddenly colored a deep red.
"Are you refusing--"
"YEAHHHHHH," chorused the room. There were cheers at the thought of having a bash on the house.
"I'll fire every goddam--"
"You do and you'll get a union in here like you had once before," smiled Todd who went back to the old days. The white-haired Bell Captain apparently enjoyed his temporary power over Walton. "So why don't you just go back to your own suite, Mr. Walton, and we'll let you know our answer in the morning."
"We'll call the cops on you!" Bud shouted.
But the old man apparently saw that the situation was too loose to control. He shoved Bud out of the room and left himself without a backward look.
"What happens now?" Scott asked Todd.
"We're going to have a helluva party for the bellhops and maids right here in the Victorian Suite," laughed Todd." We'll get booze and food from the kitchens too. Old Walton will let us run for tonight."
"I just want to get my hands on that Tom Riley," said Scott. "I never bothered his wife."
"Sure, but he hates you the most. Maybe we can get him shipped to the new GUARDIAN in Houston. Let's not think about it tonight, Scott. We've got Walton over the barrel for a few hours and we can work him for free food and drink, so let's just enjoy it."
The party started. Natalie called Scott, of course, from her parents' suite and wanted him to break up the demonstration and help her father.
"Natalie, that jerk almost killed me."
"Well, he got suspended. Now Dad needs your support."
"I just don't feel that way, Natalie. I want to stay here at the party with my friends."
"I'm giving you an hour to show up," said Natalie. "If you really cared about me, my family and the future, you'd be insisting on the people going back to work right now. You carry weight with them. The fuss is over you and that fight anyway."
Scott hung up sadly. He didn't see any way he could meet Natalie's ultimatum. He just wasn't going to let Tom Riley get by with the nasty kind of beating he'd had to suffer...
Scott poured himself a drink and sat on an ancient Victorian sofa with claw legs. He didn't feel very much like a party; what he really wanted to do was get stinking drunk. The party flowed around him with some of the kitchen help from downstairs joining in. The restaurants were closed but the kitchens were open, sending up cheeses and dips and hot meat balls and finally platters of sliced ham, beef, chicken and turkey. The staff gorged and then turned to the drinks which the food people also managed to wangle away from the bar stocks. It was going to be a costly party for Mr. Walton.
"Don't worry," said Todd, passing by. He had a thick beef, ham and cheese sandwich in one hand and a turkey leg in the other. "Walton won't mind popping for this party, if it staves off talk about unionizing. Headquarters will pick up the tab without batting an eye."
"I just want to get rid of that klutz, Riley," said Scott.
Todd waved his drumstick at the room. The crowd laughed, danced, cheered, yelled and swayed back and forth. Maids and waitresses were all being chased, kisses stolen.
"It's all in your honor, boy, but this is the end of the road. I'm afraid. All these guys and gals that are so hot tonight will feel different tomorrow when they wake up with indigestion and hangovers. They'll start thinking again about their jobs and their futures. They'll forget Riley almost ruined you and may someday kill somebody."
I won t.
"Enjoy it while you can, son. Walton will be back in charge tomorrow. There'll be an investigation and people will sweat. There'll be hard lectures and new rules. But nobody will be fired, and we'll ignore the new rules just like we ignore the old rules. It's all the game of life in the hotel business."
Scott smiled sadly and watched Todd bounce off to attack the bar and, incidentally, try to hug one of the waitresses with a sandwich in one hand and his maestro's baton of a turkey leg in the other. Well, if he was the guest of honor he could hardly leave. He no longer wanted to get drunk though. He'd leave as soon as he could and have a serious talk with himself in some quiet place.
He looked across the room and was astonished to see Oliva Riley talking to some of the people across the room. He thought she'd gone with Tom on his "vacation" suspension, but there she was cute as a button and big as life, all on her own. She wore a purple jump suit that clung to her fabulous figure and easily made her the prime target for all male eyes in the room. The jump suit seemed flashy for her and he thought there was a new animation in her face. The shy Spanish beauty appeared to have shed some of that modesty.
Scott flashed back to a few weeks ago and that scene in Adams' room when she'd come in on that hot sex. When she and he had suddenly found themselves in that weird masturbation scene. It seemed so naive, like it happened to some fresh kids a couple of centuries ago. Since then there's been Veronica, Charlotte, Babs, Paula and Ginger, the virgin. Yet it had all started that day in Adams' room when the Chicano beauty had run into his arms and they both boiled over. He hadn't seen her since. In fact, he'd avoided her. In a way Tom Riley was justified in bashing him around, because he had had some sex with the guy's wife. But it didn't justify a dangerous beating like he'd had...
"Our little doll's growing up," said a familiar voice in his ear.
"Harvey! HARVEY DONALDSON!"
Sure enough, it was his old friend who'd been fired by Walton on that same day a couple of weeks ago or so. Harvey wore a bellman's uniform from another hotel, a smaller one down the street. He'd heard there was some action up this way so he ducked out on his shift to return to the GUARDIAN. His new job was okay, but nowhere near as good as here; the crowd was less affluent and the tips ran smaller.
"But what the hell," said Harvey. "The sex is the same. A lonely woman shows up every once in a while."
Chubby, smiling Harv with his lock of hair eternally falling into his eyes was the same old Harv; to him you worked, ate, slept and maintained yourself in order to have sex. It was his life. Scott had seen some of the dogs Harve bedded, but he liked the young man--maybe because he was so opposite in nature. He felt better after talking to Harv for a while. Whenever they got together he seemed to absorb some of Harv's reckless, lighter attitudes.
Harv floated away, girl chasing as always, and other people floated by to talk to Scott, see how he was feeling, talk about what a pig Riley was. To Scott it seemed like it was going on forever. Somebody told him that the clerks and assistant managers were doing all the work downstairs, carrying the luggage, handling room service, keeping the hotel moving.
"They'll hate us tomorrow," Scott laughed.
"Naw," said the guy who told him. "They love it. Change of pace. You spend all your working time doing the same thing, something like this where you pitch in to do something else gives everybody a lift. They'll be talking for years around here about this wildcat kind of strike."
He became aware that the party thinned out. The drinkers went off to locate themselves closer to the sources--in the hotel basement. The sex partners found themselves more private locations--broom closets and linen closets, Scott guessed, amused. Others went home or stumbled off to hit some of the late night spots. It was after eleven and the hotel was QUIET. The party had not bothered the regular guests at all because the Victorian Suite and one other suite occupied the whole floor and the other suite was vacant tonight, so there was no one up here to disturb.
Natalie's hour of the ultimatum had passed a long time ago, but still Scott sat on the sofa, unmoving. There was going to be a showdown with her tomorrow, he knew that.
"I sorry, Scott I sorry meeee husband beaten up on you."
It was Oliva Riley who'd come over to the sofa to sit beside him. He started and blushed. God, she was beautiful. As he looked into her face his mind registered again that she had the most delicate, creamy skin he'd ever seen on a woman. With her flashing dark eyes and her long, dark hair, with her curves and that mobile mouth she had everything you'd find in a TV or movie star.
"It was a BAD deal, Oliva," he said.
"I know. You not give me trouble," she said.
Was that a flicker in her eyes? How did she remember that day in Adams room, with Scott's cock spurting all over her uniform? Or did she force all of that out of her mind?
She began to talk in her ruptured English and he found, to his surprise, that her mood was very much like his. She felt sad and disturbed about her future. Tom had been going down hill for a long time. They were not, you know, as passionate as a couple like they once had been. In fact, Tom had slowly stopped being a husband to her. Then she found out that he was intimate with one of the bar girls. She'd almost left him when that came to light He cried, he got down on his knees and begged her to forgive him, which she finally did. Two weeks later he was after another woman, a lush who came to the bar often. They fought all the time after that.
Scott found it hard to believe what he heard. The girl was the most beautiful woman he'd seen since Charlotte and in some departments she beat Charlotte. Maybe not charm for charm, but Oliva had a silkiness, a latin fire bubbling under that. She didn't have much of a handle on the English language but she was not dumb or objectionable as to her personality. Riley must be out of his head.
"SEX is all the mens care about," she complained shaking her head. "Riley gets tired of me, he wants other sexes with other women. Mens hear that we don't no longer live together, all day long they come at meeeee. They find somehow my seester's phone where I leeve, they call, even late at night. Wake children."
"I can see how it is, Oliva. You're a very pretty woman."
She flashed white teeth at him. "Thank you, Scott. I am liking you, too. But you must come to the bedroom. I have to show you somethings."
There were less than a dozen people left at the party now. Scott and Oliva made their way across the big living room which was a mess of glasses, plates, drinks and food and into the bedroom of the suite. Like all hotel suites it was a complete apartment, with its own kitchen, bedroom, living room and bar. The bedroom was empty but there was a box on the bed. Oliva reached in and pulled out a garment. She unfurled it for Scott to see.
"Thees--it's what Tom sends me from his no-pay vacation. After all the things that happen, he sends it" It was a black satin Chinese robe, with a red dragon sewn on one breast and a green dragon sewn on the other. The inside lining was white satin.
"You see? SEX, again."
She was sure right about that. That dress or robe, trim and tight with a split skirt would make the ugliest woman in the world look good. Scott had to close his eyes and shake his head. On Oliva it would be incredible, her beautiful body, naked in that dress would be the sight of the century. All wasted, of course. In the mood she was in now Oliva wouldn't have sex with her estranged Tom or any other man for a year, Scott decided.
When they returned to the other room, the place was cleaned out except for Todd, Harvey and one other bellman. Harv told them that he, Todd and the other man had put their heads together and decided to serve Scott, the honor guest, and Oliva, the put-upon wife of Tom Riley, a romantic midnight supper right here in the Victorian Suite.
"Oh, you guys don't have to do that," Scott protested.
But Oliva squeezed his hand. "Let's do it. It makes fun, huh? We work so hard all the time, drag around. Tonight we could leeve a little."
That was exactly what the friends did for them. They cleared the living room, while Todd went into the kitchen and using the bounteous leftovers from the party prepared an elegant meal for Scott and Oliva, which was served in front of the big glass picture window overlooking the late night lights of the city, while soft music constantly poured from the stereo. There was champagne in a napkin, the hotel's superb coffee and even some of Scott's favorite desserts, stolen earlier from the kitchen.
Scott told Oliva about his serious intentions in life, going to school, and about Natalie and his mother and some of his past. She told him about how she'd met Tom and the happy days of her marriage and the funny and sometimes hard problems of growing up in another culture with another language than one was used to. It was a fabulous hour, with the grinning Todd and Harv pretending to be ramrod stiff, impersonal waiters, mere shadows in the candlelight, but there was lots of subdued laughter and kidding. The third man passed out or disappeared somewhere and then Todd, quite drunk and with some deep inner need satisfied by this whole evening, took a tearful and blowsily sentimental departure for what he termed his own modest "home and hearth--hie!".
Harv, his cowlick hanging down like an inkblot in the candlelight suggested that "the master and mistress retire to the bedroom so he could clean up for the night" Scott felt there was a slight sinister quality to this invitation, but Oliva giggled and took Scott's arm and they swept off to the bedroom as if they were indeed rich people used to being waited upon by servants.
In the bedroom Oliva threw herself on the bed and hugged herself.
"Scott, I feel so much betters. It was sooo romance-like. Didn't you theenk?"
She looked around the bedroom and her beautiful face got serious in the soft bedside lamps.
"Plenty times I have worked in here. NEVER have I slept in here. Not once in any room of the hotel. I would like to play rich one night."
"Hey, go ahead," laughed Scott, startled. "Todd says we can get away with just about anything tonight Why not? Just crawl in and leeve--I mean, live--it up."
She laughed again, rolling on the bed and her eyes seemed to glow.
"You will stay too?"
"Me? Here? In the b-bed--uh--bedroom with you?"
"We are playing Mr. and Mrs. Rich, no?"
"Yes, but-"
"You doan want to." she pouted.
"Oh, yes, yes. My God, yes, Oliva. I just thought--I mean I could get pretty romantic. From what you said, men seeking sex--I mean romance--all the time--I just didn't think... " She flashed her white teeth at him. She went to the box and shook out the incredible black satin Chinese hostess dress.
"You get into the bed. I will go to bathroom and wear thees. We will go on and play Mr. and Mrs. RICH."
He stood there, completely stunned. In bed with the incredible Oliva Riley? In that fabulous, sex-up satin outfit?
"I know. I couldn't quite convince her until I said I'd get you, too."
"Get me-for WHAT?"
"For romance--love--sex. In a word, fucking."
"You're kidding!" gasped Scott.
"What d'you think I came over for? I don't love your hotel that much. I've been after Oliva for days." Harv started to undress.
"You mean--you and me--both?"
"I wanted her to myself but she wouldn't buy it. She likes you. So I told her I could arrange it."
Scott felt hot and cold all over and his cock which had been relaxed all night began to stiffen.
"How do we--uh--manage it?"
"Get in bed and see what happens," laughed Harv. "Yippee!" Down to his shorts, he dived into the big bed. Scott undressed with trembling fingers. He left on only his shorts and he was half hard when he got into his side of the bed, well-removed from Harv. Oliva emerged from the bathroom. She wore the Chinese satin robe with the colored dragons on each breast. Her free nipples pressed the cloth where the mouths of the dragons spit fire. The gleaming cloth swirled and curved all around her lithe body. Scott went immediately from half hard to full hard while Harv closed his eyes for a second proclaiming that a vision from heaven had descended to this earth.
Harv was not far from right. Scott had to swallow hard as he looked at that luscious body contained in the tight-fitting, glossy dress. As she walked, the split skirt revealed long, shapely vistas of thigh and leg, terminating in trim ankles and cute little high heels. The dress pulled across her belly which had the merest swelling of girl ripeness.
rose up her trim torso to flare in accommodation of those magnificent breasts and then terminated to show them cleavage of that fabulous, fine skin.
She paraded for them, smiling shyly at first. In the rear the dress shaped her hams beautifully, pulling tight across her hips to show the sexy hollows behind her hip bones and caressing her buttocks. Across her crack moved a dozen exciting tubular small wrinkles, shifting as she moved.
"You find this eenteresting?" she asked.
"It's a mindblower," breathed Scott in awe. Harv turned out to be a poet, waxing elegantly with high-flown words of romance that Scott envied. Oliva laughed with pleasure, blushing and came to the bed. She slipped out of her high heels. She had come to his side, so Scott threw back the covers and she slid in on top of him. He almost came at once to feel her warm, shapely body in the satin dress hugged to him. There was that incredible smooth skin, the silken feel of the material, her body heat and that beautiful Latin face smiling close to his.
He forgot about Harv. He hugged her to him, shifted his hands down onto her buttocks and dug his hands into her sweet flesh. Meanwhile driving his cock, out of his shorts, along her belly and against the silken cloth. Their lips met. He melted into the warm, honey richness of her mouth, his whole body caught up in the rapture of the moment. Hearts pounded. He could feel her nipples through the cloth. All he wanted to do was hold her, kiss her, rub his cock on that sexy belly encased in satin and keep on doing it all night long.
"Hey. I'm here!" called Harv.
Oliva laughed, pulled free of Scott and leaned her torso over to kiss Harvey.
After a couple of kisses Herv pulled her over on his side of the bed, rattling off a whole litany of poetic statements, "-starry-eyed--pools of desire--limbs of a goddess--hair worthy of the crown jewels of a great nation--" Harv went on and on, between kisses.
Scott felt UNCOMFORTABLE. He could easily see the big, dark stain on her belly where his stiff cock had exuded preseminal fluid. Internally he was very hot, but he didn't care very much for this sharing. He also felt inadequate in the word department, compared to Harvey. To make it worse, his sex-centered friend moved right in on Oliva. Where he'd been content to hold and kiss her clothed, Harv stuck his hand up the split of her skirt and went right for her cunt with his fingers. Scott could see her face, see the rush of blood and the SPARKLE in her eye as Harv found his target and dug his fingers in. She moved her butt as if she'd suddenly been mortally wounded in the belly.
"Ahhh, Harv--" she grunted.
"I'll come back later," said Scott suddenly. He started to get out of the bed. He didn't want to be lying there watching Harv fuck Oliva.
"No!" cried Oliva. "We do it all TOGETHER."
She pulled off Harv and caught his arm.
"Leave on the dress," said Harv. "That's all I ask."
Oliva got on her hands and knees and made Harv kneel in front of her face. The short, blunt cock of the other man jutted up right in front of her mouth. She caught it with one hand and began to suck Harv.
"Yeooww!" went Harv, head thrown back in ecstasy.
This was the shy Oliva? Scott had to wonder, and yet he, too, had changed radically in the past couple of weeks. He waited no longer. He got behind Oliva and peeled the dress back over her hips. Her hot, pink channel, swollen and wet, was ready for him. He pressed his cock down slightly, fitted it to her sex opening and slid into her, thrilling at once to the body heat, the wetness and the silken slickness.
"Ahhhhh, Oleeeeeva," he crooned.
His cock, deep in her cunt, throbbed magnificently. He held her hips, looked down at the cream skin of her buttocks, felt his deep penetration into her body and had to close his eyes and suck in his breath to hold back from the premature rush of a wild ejaculation. Oliva Riley was just too much. A thousand times he'd looked on her fantastic face and body and thought about worshipping her beauty. Now his cock was locked tight in her cunt and he could have it all.
He could see most of the cocksuck, too. Trim little fingers daintily held the bottom of Harv's stubby shaft while Oliva's beautiful head nodded and she made rich slurp sounds, giving Harv service.
Harv stared out in space, murmuring some of his poetic phrases, but his hands were busy inside the dress, palms on Oliva's tits.
Harv's cock drove in short, exquisite motions as deep in Oliva's mouth as she'd let him go, restrained by her warm hand on his shaft and her tight mouth that offered sexy resistance.
"Let gods look down--see the glories of the human condition--" cried Harv. "I am wafted on seas of rapture--I rise to the stars--oh, oh, oh."
Scott didn't know whether to laugh or curse. He surged his loins forward and began to fuck Oliva dog fashion, excited by the feel of her naked flesh, the silken friction along his huge shaft and her quivers of response as his manhood possessed her.
"Marrawrrr," she went, making pleasure sounds in her throat.
Oliva had not been anxious to have sex with Harvey Donaldson. In fact she was appalled at the way all the men on the staff and all the male guests made continuous passes at her. She felt her beauty was a mixed blessing. She liked the attention but not where it could lead. Since her breakup with Tom, she'd discovered another fact which distressed her. She had what the other girls called a "hot" cunt. Before her marriage that had not been so. But the heavy sex of the early marriage had given her new desires. Harv, at least, pursued her through a continual barrage of "noes" and was always available. Still, she couldn't bring herself to have sex with him--until he mentioned Scott.
Scott! She still thrilled as she remembered the day of their mutual masturbation in that room. Scott was a fantastic man and he did not pursue her, or give her a bad time. Scott was someone she could seduce, a rare privilege for a beautiful woman who was usually on the other end of the pursuit. Scott was a complete turn-on.
Now Scott's cock drove her crazy down below, while she sucked on Harv's prick at the same time. She was glad it had come out like this--Two men at once. Her furious internal machinery burned bright to enjoy two lovers simultaneously. Scott's masterful prick unsealed the volcano of her erotic desires from her belly to her toes as she rapidly warmed to the action. Harv's hands massaged her full, sensitive breasts and she was able to use up her own aggressions on the plunging prick in her mouth.
For long golden moments they rocked together in sensuous lock, Harv rising and his voice going higher as he drew close to orgasm. Oliva began to whimper from Scott's driving prick as he grew confident he wouldn't spill early and fucked her faster and faster. He was with it now, not minding at all that she sucked his friend while he fucked her. It was a new experience to him in the world of sex. Then he got a wild feeling that he wanted to do something to Oliva that would, in turn, make her pull Harv's plug.
He pulled his cock clear out of her cunt He laid the wet, red head of his iron plunger in the socket of her asshole and rubbed it against her sphincter in friendly warning. Then he took hold of his cock to give it even more rigidity and gave her a pretty savage bunt right on her asshole. He didn't think it would do any more than startle her and maybe make her suck Harv harder. To his astonishment, his cock head violated her sphincter and notched in.
"Ah--heeeeeee," went Oliva.
At the first surprise contact on this new set of nerves in her rear, the girl tightened her teeth on Harv's cock and Harv gasped. Then came the hard bunt that drove Scott's prick through her relaxed and unsuspecting sphincter. In astonishment, she clamped her teeth down on Harv's member and sawed on the very edge of his prick head where the pleasure nerves were. Later Harv would feel that bite, but in the heat of the cocksuck it was the SWEETEST, sharpest thrill he'd ever gotten in his life.
"AHHHH--EEEEE--GOD!" he gasped.
He strained back, pumping his cock releasing brilliant gushes of milk into Oliva's mouth. Oliva, still reacting, caught the first gush, lost the next two and then capped his exploding sex well and drank down his ejaculation while he moaned in joy and her soft throat muscles moved. Scott watched in fascination, his cock still slightly inside Oliva's ass the chain effect of his attack. He'd made Oliva spill Harv's cock--with a vengeance.
Guiltily he pulled out of her violated back muscle while she shivered, drinking Harvey's spill. Scott could see the cock buried in her mouth and the spasms of the blade as the hot liquid rushed along it to spew over the girl's tongue. It was an incredible sight and he felt delighted at having spun off Harvey by over-stimulating the girl who sucked him.
Harv fell back completed. "Ah, wonderful goddess, that was TERRIFIC! A freaky blow-out. You sure got surprise moves, baby."
There was a bruise on his stretched cock meat. "Later, I'll feel that, baby, but when it happened it was pure heaven... " Oliva looked back over her shoulder at Scott, dark eyes flashing with humor. Scott winked. Old Harv would never know where she got the inspiration for that hot demand-bite that made him explode in surprise, glorious completion.
Ten minutes later Scott and Oliva were all alone.
"I wonder why he was in such a hurry?" Scott asked.
"I theenk he wants to get home to wife."
In all the time he'd known Harv, the man had never mentioned a wife.
"Are you sure?"
"I have seen her," she said simply.
Once again Scott marveled at the attitudes of married people. Some married people anyway. Oliva and Harvey seemed to take the adultery without guilt or remorse.
Scott removed Oliva's dress. It was wrinkled now, torn at the split where Harv had dived for Oliva's cunt and the dragons without Oliva's full breasts behind them looked sad and deflated.
"It was cheap, like Tom," said the girl. "Good for queeck thrill, but cheap."
She came into Scott's arms, naked and available, but Scott refused to fuck her at first. Once he plunged his cock into that hot Spanish channel, her volcano belly, her passion, would milk him soon enough. It was that magnificent, flawless skin that he wanted to enjoy and the sex lock would move all sensation elsewhere. So, remembering Veronica, he gave her an around-the-world stroking with hands, tongue, lips and teeth. The fine texture of that smooth skin, with its slightly salty taste, its smooth flow and its warmth kept him at peak cock hardness. It did ever more for the hotel maid.
"Oh, you make me hot. Uuuuuu--it's to shudder--ah, haaaaaaaaa. Ohhhh, Scott--you torturrrrre meeeeeee!"
She rippled, twisted, and quivered. No man had ever given her such a richness of kisses, nips, nibbles and strokes. Usually they were paralyzed by her face and the Latin richness of her young body. They wanted their things either in her mouth or cunt in jig time. This lover was patient and worked her up to dizzying heat. When he kissed her swollen taut nipples, she sobbed softly. When, down below, he kissed her cunt and sucked her for a moment she caught his head, bunted on his face and whimpered to be relieved of her girlhood. When he turned her over and his tongue grooved in her sensitive crack, deep between her buttocks, she fucked the bed shamelessly, moaning.
At last he turned her over, looking down on her naked beauty, her dazed eyes, soft mouth working, spill of lustrous hair flung back, and then canted her hips up and fucked into her.
She went wild under him. He had had relations so far with Anglo-Saxon women, but she was Latin. She drummed her loins under his, her mouth twisting in a rictus at her hot desire. Her fingernails began to rake his back, something he'd heard about but never experienced. He had to shudder to feel those hands clawing him in her bitch excitement. She had fierce strength in her legs that circled his body.
"Fuck meee. Doooo meeeee. I want to scream --Haaaaooooo--feel you breaking through--all my parts--tearing meee with preeck. Dios! I am killed. I am dyiiiiiing."
Sometimes she moaned and groaned in a low tone as the hot words poured out and their fucking motions sped up. Sometimes her words became unintelligible as her voice rose to a shriek. Best of all was at the very end when it got a sound of sobbing and surrender, of a tremendous ache and desire to fling herself into her sex death.
"Scott--NEVER felt--so good."
Her eyes implored him to take her through. She quieted down, looking dazed. All her volcano passion drained down into her belly as she whimpered and locked tight to him.
THROB!
Scott closed his own eyes in the wonder of it She had already told him that Harv's fake poetry did not turn her on. That Harv had no feeling except selfishly in his cock. Women sensed that Scott cared about them and nurtured them and they would fuck for him in any manner he wanted. Now the glorious Oliva Riley, the most desired woman in the GUARDIAN, closed her soft thighs tight about him and gave up her womanhood to his sex, squeezing his prick majestically with her hot, spending cunt From time to time her eyes opened wide as she stared up into his giving him her sex treasure, then she closed them, whimpered and clung to him again to service his cock with those deep-gut throbs that told him she was his conquest.
"AHHH, GOD!"
Once again he had one of those luscious orgasms, not forced or hunted for. The girl's beauty, her volcanic response, her complete surrender just nudged him over the cliff. He felt an unbelievable virile lock in his belly that told him he was the king of the world. Then came the cool, delicious tension when he lost all power of movement and a sob escaped his lips. Her open cunt waited eagerly for his sperm as she tapered, womb totally available to him to give her a child if he wanted. At least it felt that way.
SPUT!
"Ahhhh, yeeeeeeeee," he crowed in triumph.
This was it, the fuck-taking of the gem of the GUARDIAN, womb-seeding the most BEAUTIFUL woman who'd ever worked there, his love-making doubly a triumph because it was revenge on Tom Riley who'd given him that pounding.
Scott clamped his cock tighter in Oliva's cunt and hugged her until she gasped from the pressure. Then he laid spurt after spurt of rich manhood in her belly, expiring to a dizziness from the joy of this completion. She had been the first episode in his newly inspired erotic life and to lay his leaping jism deep in her belly was a fulfillment of his new status as a master lover. He floated off into space with the joy of it. For the FIRST time since he could remember, he continued to throb, his cock was still stimulated even when his prostate was empty.
"Oh, Oliva, I've wanted you--and it was even better than I dreamed."
"Scott," she breathed, sweating tightly against him. "That is the sensseeeebulll poetry a woman wants to hear."
CHAPTER SIX
At about the moment that Oliva Riley began to throb against Scott's prick in her rich orgasm, her husband in another city several hundred miles away drove his cock up Veronica Adams' cunt, feeling the slick hot pressure of the slim, red-headed woman and had to grit his teeth and hold back by sheer will power against spurting prematurely and spoiling sex with a delicious new partner.
"Whoa-it feels so GREAT!" he exulted.
"Can you... hold on?" asked Veronica anxiously. She sat atop Tom Riley's middle, managing the marvelous intercourse. Since she'd decided to change her lifestyle and find her own lovers, she'd had good luck and she insisted on doing it her way--woman on top. They all accepted it--Tom was the third man she'd fucked since the night at the GUARDIAN with the sexy young bellhop when she'd first broken her marriage vows. The first two were simply revenge on Earl. Tom was a departure in a whole new direction for her life.
She held still for a moment to allow Tom to get control of himself. Men's thermometers, she'd found, shot right up to the top when they first fuck-entered a woman. Once they got past this first erotic rush they could usually go for a long time. She could tell that Tom was going to be a good cocksman, but she wouldn't have cared if he were bad.
Each was silent with his or her own thoughts as Tom carefully resumed working his prick in her. He thought that Veronica was a sexy woman and a good lay but nothing like that Charlotte King, her friend. If he went back to the GUARDIAN and stole the papers she wanted stolen, he would get a crack at the sexy young woman for sure. He wanted that more than anything in the world. He remembered the night in the bar when Charlotte got drunk and he almost made it to her room--except that that asshole, Scott Colby, got her away from him. He wasn't sure whether Colby had jiggled his wife or not but he was sure that Colby had stolen a beautiful sure sex night with Charlotte from him.
Veronica had her hopes and problems. She'd done two smart things after she'd discovered Earl's adultery with the sexy young woman. She'd gone after her own pleasure elsewhere. And in a week's time she'd made close friends with Charlotte King who lived in the same city the Adams' did, which is how Earl first met her. Wife and mistress didn't often get together--but it could be done, for a profit in this case, if her private detective was to be believed.
"This doll is a hotshot accountant for a conglomerate that goes out and buys other companies before the general public knows what gives," he said. "I do spying for companies as well as divorce work. That's how I know that. And that's how I know she's auditing some outfit, when she met your husband that time at the GUARDIAN Hotel. You get hold of her briefcase overnight when she's on that job and hand it to me and by morning you've made yourself a pretty dollar."
It wasn't why she'd made friends with Charlotte. She just knew she wanted some kind of revenge on the young woman. Maybe this would do. Screw up Charlotte with her firm and make a few hundred dollars out of it.
"How much would the rival company pay to see those figures in her briefcase."
The detective grinned.
"For the complete audit, which she should just about have by now, how does fifty thousand dollars grab you."
Veronica ALMOST fainted. Why, with that kind of money she could kick out Earl and start her own new life. Even with half, she could get rid of a husband she had come to hate and start out with a new and comfortable existence. She desperately wanted that money! She had a GOOD chance now to get it, too. A guilty Charlotte had not only accepted her friendship but promised to take her along on her next trip to the city so they could do a little shopping and have some fun. Earl was out, Veronica was in.
It took no great brain to figure that if there was that kind of money to be made the risks were great. The detective wouldn't steal the papers, and she better not had either. That was when she had the detective trace down this bartender that Charlotte spoke so disparagingly of--he sounded like the perfect character to do the actual thieving.
He was beginning to drive her now and his prick did feel SOOOOOO good in her cunt.
"Tom, you really know h-how," she stuttered, leaning over his naked body, reveling in the angle his prick took against her clit.
"You're so snooty, riding on the top," Tom kidded her. "why don't you lean down and have those pretty tits kissed." He dug his hands into her soft sides.
"I don't like rough lovers, Tom."
"Who's ROUGH? I love the hugging."
She bent down slowly, warming to the man and his cock. The detective said he had and had lost a very pretty wife, and young too, yet she seemed to meet his needs nicely, even though she was forty. She rested on her elbows feeding his mouth with her breasts, laughing at his eagerness to gobble her nipples, and thrilling when he sucked and tongued them. It was the erotic delight of every man's childhood that made them love breasts so--and she got the reward with swift, deep rushes of sex desire at his sucking.
After her sensitivity eased there, she slid flat on his belly and they rocked in delight, she hearing the wonderfully obscene sound of their two bellies sucking together in erotic motion. Then it was time to start the kissing which she liked most of all. In seconds the scheming, tricky redhead melted into a warm lover, thrilling to her marrow with the stout prick that rode in her, burning with desire to service her man and surrender her love treasures to him.
Tom found himself in the same situation. This woman was different from all that he'd ever met. She was a SCHEMING fucking bitch, but damned good looking too, tough and self-reliant. She would make a good partner for a few little things he had in mind.
Oh, he meant to have Charlotte King. That was his motive right now. That--and to see what additional thieving Veronica had in the back of her mind that she kept hinting at. The papers caper with Charlotte was only starters.
But she could drop all of that and be a soft, whining woman with a tight, wet cunt, bucking on his cock and panting and making pleasure sounds deep in her throat, as cute and vulnerable as Oliva had ever been. And without that goddam wild passion, where she scratched the hell out of your back. Some guys might like to be marked up--he didn't!
"Oh, Tom, I'm going to get there. It's HAP--HAPPENING! I feel so good... my belly's on fire... opening... rising."
"Go, you hot little red-headed bitch. Ride it off and scream if you have to. Ah, ha, ha. ha. So good."
They whipped up to fury, going into the glaze of mutual lust. Then he gave an apologetic cry and she felt him tense for his spend. She just let everything go, like falling backwards over a cliff and went with him. It was beautifully timed. As he lifted under her and released his first gout of happy jism, she pressed down with an "arghh" and squeezed his cock with her lusty surrender spasm.
Then they locked in a rush of orgasmic splendor, cunt gloving on cock, cock jerking out sharp, wet throws of body-hot come into her sheath.
"Ahhhhh, fuuuuuuuuckng you."
"It's so sweeeeet, Tom. Ah, so sweeet" Veronica faded and kept on juicing even after Tom had run off his joy and filled her cunt to overflowing she realized with amused delight that her life as an ordinary, faithful housewife, before she discovered Earl's infidelity had been dull. All of the color began when she sucked off that bellboy and turned to dark, antisocial ways. Now she contemplated even darker deeds. And her life was rich and full... She wondered what that good-looking bellboy was doing that night.
Tom lay happily under his conquest, feeling Veronica still coming after he had finished. Boy, he could really turn the redheaded bitch on. He wondered what Oliva was doing that night Probably home with her dumb sister and the thousand babies they had. Or she might be out somewhere, fucking some guy. Well, it no longer mattered to him. This redhead looked like a pretty good future for Tom Riley.
Hundreds of miles away, at that moment Oliva and Scott dozed, twined naked in each other's arms, his jism a soft jelly in her cunt, as they rested in the big bed of the Victorian Suite, restoring themselves for the next hot round of sex...
Normally Scott handled the bags of the check-in guests with professional aplomb, under his arms if there were only four or five or on the truck if there were more. But on this check-in he dropped the bags twice, and he blushed and stammered. It was really wild and crazy. Veronica Adams and Charlotte King had shown up and checked in together--in the same room yet! Only a few weeks ago, on the last time around Charlotte had been screwing Veronica's husband, and they were enemies. Now they were in the same room with twin beds!
In the hotel business you learned to play it with a straight face and never show surprise but on this check-in he felt keenly aware that he'd had sex with both of these women. Veronica's suave lips had welcomed his cock and he had enjoyed a luscious fuck with Charlotte. Did they know he'd been with both of them sexually? Had they talked about it? Somehow he got them to their room and escaped, too shook up to know if the tip they gave him was a dollar, a five dollar bill or a worthless piece of paper. Veronica and Charlotte, buddying together. How about that!
Up in the room the argument went on. Veronica argued that it would be a simple thing to forget to lock their door when they went out shopping to hit the stores that were open in the evening.
"You see, dear. I'll be your witness," Veronica explained. "We get back, we're both too tired to think about your briefcase. You never even noticed it was gone. Next morning it's back where you left it. You'd never even know that somebody borrowed it and made their nasty little pictures of your audit papers and returned it"
"Ronnie, I just can't pull something like that on my company. It's a serious felony."
"It's also a felony that they pay you half what your worth. They send you out on projects that make millions for the company. You get nothing. They not only UNDERPAY you, they don't even give you a title. A man doing your job would be a full-fledged accountant They call you a Traveling Bookkeeper. It's an outrage."
"I know you're right in one sense. I--just don't have the nerve to pull anything like that. When they questioned me. I'd die."
Veronica sighed. "Well, we've got a couple of days to think about it and talk it over. Let's get on with the shopping and have dinner or both."
"Ronnie, I want to take a shower first," said the blonde. "I feel dirty after the drive, and--"
"--and shook up about the dirty thing I've suggested?" grinned the older redhead. "Charlotte, you're too innocent to live. I don't see how you make it from Monday to Friday. With your GOOD looks and your SWEET NATURE-WELL, it's no wonder you fall for crud types like my Earl."
"Ronnie!"
"I told you I planned to divorce him. He's on his Eastern swing this month and I have no doubt that he has one or two choice numbers he shacks up with at other motels and hotels along the way."
Charlotte laughed, shaking her head as she went into the shower. Veronica was a wild, weird woman. Imagine trying to get her to let some outside thieves steal that audit that she worked on...
Back home Charlotte had enjoyed those first contacts with Veronica. The woman, as a housewife, with no children around, had seemed lonely and had wanted to talk about Earl and their trouble. Out of guilt Charlotte listened to her. The women found they liked each other. Charlotte went shopping with Veronica and it was like having a bright, attractive aunt she could pal around with. Veronica invited Charlotte to her card group, a real hen party, and that was fun, too. Charlotte was tired to the bone of being eternally chased by men for dates, because of her good looks. The last real enjoyment she'd had with sex was the night right here with that nice-looking Bellman, Scott. So it was a pleasure to have a female friend and get out of the sex rat race for a while. Charlotte realized now that she hadn't even really liked Earl at the end, except that he was good at sex.
But the Veronica she had today, away from her home city--well, the woman was like an office male sent to a convention--ready to get into wild things. She'd have to watch it. Veronica might drag her around to bars looking for pickups!
Warm water soothed her. Charlotte eased her flat belly forward and let the stinging shower pound on her pelvis, her pubic hair and her cunt She'd once read somewhere that some women found showers quite erotic, in fact there were some who actually got orgasms from turning up their hot little boxes to the powerful stream. She'd tried it, and while she hadn't been able to get it off from a shower stream, she'd found it could pick her up and even make her a little dizzy with desire.
She began to gasp and pant a little, spreading her legs, feeling the thrills start.
"Feels so good," she muttered.
She put her hand on her cunt and felt it swelling and juicing. She thought about the bellboy, Scott, remembering how good-looking he was and what fun they'd had that night. She regretted she was with Veronica on this trip. She might just entice him up to her room again.
The door of the bath opened and Veronica came in. Startled, Charlotte hastily turned her back to the shower stream to conceal what she was doing. She covered her V with her hand, as if a man had come into the room and then grinned at her dumbness. She wasn't used to having girl friends, only men. Veronica was good for her--but she hoped the woman wasn't going to the toilet while she was in the room. She would hate that.
"I'm taking a SHOWER!" she called out over the partition.
"I know that," said Veronica.
The older female slid back the panel and stepped naked into the shower stall with Charlotte.
"Uh--I don't usually--you know--" Charlotte stumbled, embarrassed.
Veronica's laugh was a silver tinkle. "I know. You don't care much to stare at the broken down bodies of naked older women. But it turns out mine isn't so broken down, now is it?"
The redhead smiled proudly, placing her hands under her breasts.
"Mine aren't as good as yours, dear, in size. But look at the perfect shape. Look how tight they are. Not a sag to be seen." She caught Charlotte's hand. She put it squarely on one of her breasts. "Feel that!" she cried in triumph. "Will yours be THAT GOOD at forty?"
"I--I--I--"
Charlotte had never before touched another woman's breast. Ronnie's felt silken and smooth and the nipple in her palm felt a little sexy--because she had been fooling with herself in the shower stream, of course.
Ronnie put her hand on Charlotte's big, luscious breast and felt her up boldly as a man might Charlotte, in shock, had to take a deep breath.
"Yours look great now," said Ronnie. "They feel GREAT, too--but you're ONLY twenty-five. Women with big ones like yours have to watch it as the years go by."
She laughed and cupped Charlotte's other breast and then kissed her on the forehead.
"You should see your face, dear. As if you expected some dastardly lesbian attack, when all I want is to get my back washed and chat a bit." Then the redhead got a self-conscious grin.
"No, I'm lying Charlotte. I've been curious about your boobs ever since I first saw you. I've really wanted to see them in all their glory--and they are glorious. Can't I be just a teeny-tiny bit jealous, even if mine are taut and still high and sexy?"
"Oh, well, sure, I--" stammered Charlotte.
She could've handled this much better if she hadn't sexed herself up with that shower stream. The fact was that Veronica's slim, trim body turned her on a bit. The woman was really nicely built, with a good-looking face, sensual lips, nice breasts, as she said, and graceful curves all the way down. In fact, it was a peculiar kind of thrill to stare below and see Ronnie's navel, belly, and red pubic hairs. And just the tip or edge of her cunt Charlotte didn't believe she'd ever had a lesbian thought in her life but the fact was that the other nude woman in the shower with her excited her--as if something could--just could--happen. It wouldn't, of course, but-- If Veronica had been the least bit self-conscious or sneaky, Charlotte might've ended their common shower there. But the redhead was completely open. She stepped forward now and hugged Charlotte's body to hers, pressing their bellies together.
"You're a wickedly good-looking girl," she said.
"I really can't blame Earl for wanting to fuck you blind. I wouldn't mind fucking you myself, dear."
"But you're not exactly built for it," laughed Charlotte.
Somehow the frankness took away her fears. Then Veronica touched her cunt and stepped back in surprise.
"Why, Charlotte, you're all swollen and you are wet. You're not a secret shower masturbator, are YOU?"
Charlotte blushed, then laughed. "Hardly... but I--I sometimes let the shower stream, uh, tickle me. I read that somewhere, and it's true. It can feel real great."
"You're kidding!" said Veronica. "I never heard of such a thing." She pushed Charlotte aside. "Let me try it."
"You go ahead. I can get my shower later."
"Oh, no," said Veronica grabbing her. "You stay right here, girl, to see how it comes out."
She gripped Charlotte's arm so the young woman could not escape and turned to expose her slim belly and the red-haired pelvis to the shower stream. As Veronica canted her loins up, the water beat on her pink cunt and after a moment she began to jerk.
"Ahhh, that DOES make me hot!"
She pulled Charlotte's hand down so that the fingers rubbed her cunt. Their naked bodies touched. Charlotte gave a quick intake of breath at the sudden rush of sexuality, touching Ronnie's warm body and being forced to feel Ronnie's cunt.
It was really wild to feel inside another woman's sex organ. Her fingers thrilled to the soft, velvet flesh and the feel of the clit and Ronnie's groan of pleasure while the older woman held her hand and jacked off on it, enjoying both the stream of water and the human contact.
"We--shouldn't be doing this!" cried Charlotte.
"Nobody's watching. Nobody in all the world knows," said Veronica.
She placed her hand FIRMLY on Charlotte's cunt and dug in her fingers, so that the two women stood there, nude in the shower cross-frigging each other. Charlotte felt a wild rush of sexuality as the questing fingers stroked her cunt. You couldn't help but to feel curious about somebody else's sex equipment and, once in a lifetime, push a little way into forbidden territory to see what it was like. Not that she had the slightest interest in having sex with Ronnie.
"We'd better stop now," stammered Charlotte. "If we keep on, it--it--"
"Sure," said Veronica. "After all, we're normal women, not lesbians."
She let go of the young woman's cunt, spun her around and took her into her arms, hugging her. Breasts, nipples rubbed sexily together. Bellies pressed tightly. Veronica kissed Charlotte on a satiny cheek and then before the blonde could pull back, pressed her lips on Charlotte's mouth.
Charlotte was more sexed up now than she realized. She had not indulged with a man since that night with the bellhop here at the GUARDIAN. The stream of water had heated her, the sight and feel of Veronica's slim, elegant body, naked and close, had heated her still more and the cunt-stroking really turned her on. This full, warm hug, nipples tingling, bellies grinding gave her an even stronger thrill. What would be the harm in stealing one sexy french kiss. She opened her mouth and let Veronica's tongue in, let the older woman hold her aggressively and probe her mouth with a hot tongue while Veronica undulated her belly without shame on Charlotte's pelvic bone and pubic hairs. Charlotte could feel the warm female slit digging at her. It was all too much. She wanted the play to continue, she wanted to explore the forbidden land, she wanted sex and orgasm.
"Oh, Veronica--I think--I want MORE," she begged.
"Sure you do, baby," laughed Veronica. "I turn you on. You turn me on, and I've got the nerve to admit it."
She turned off the shower, the two women dried themselves and Veronica led her sex prize to one of the twin beds. Charlotte's mind was a whirling chaos. She had to have sex, love, orgasm. She just had to! Yet she knew she wasn't lesbian and if she weren't so hot, she wouldn't do it. In this confusion she just let Veronica take over.
Veronica was highly elated and a little scared. She wasn't quite as innocent as Charlotte. One of the women in her bridge group was bisexual and had stayed behind one afternoon to approach Veronica "for jollies." At that time Veronica had been the frightened innocent but willing to experiment because her marriage was so sexless and bad.
The woman had not been nearly as young, sexy and beautiful as Charlotte. Once was enough, but it hadn't been too bad. Not as good as normal sex, but better than masturbation. Charlotte's body turned her on. She hadn't been aware how much until this trip, when it suddenly occurred to her that they'd be alone in a hotel room in a city where nobody knew them. The idea of fucking Charlotte who had fucked Earl turned her on with a rush that made her cunt go wet. When Charlotte headed for the shower, it was "now or never," and the rest had been easy.
"We really shouldn't be doing this," Charlotte apologized as Veronica brought her alongside the bed.
"Nonsense," said Veronica. "Once or twice in a lifetime can't hurt." She pushed the younger woman down. "Men would have us believe that it's TERRIBLE. Yet look how they control us and push us around just so we can have their cocks once in a while. I prefer so called NORMAL sex too, my dear, but I see no reason why we can't have a little sidebar fun in a strange city where nobody knows us or cares."
She immediately kissed Charlotte's smooth young belly and dragged her tongue through the wire-stiff sand blonde pubic hairs. It was a tradeoff, INHIBITIONS AGAINST PLEASURE. The sooner the pleasure started the better. She dug her mouth into Charlotte's swollen cunt without hesitation and with hot delight. It was great to play the man's role as sexual aggressor, especially against a soft treasure like Charlotte.
Charlotte thrilled. She was overdue and plenty hot. She dug her heels into the bed and thrust her belly tight on Veronica's mouth. Veronica wanted to take her and she wanted to be taken.
"Ahh, Ronnie, it does feel good. Oh, I love to be tongue-fucked."
"Any smart clit does," laughed Veronica. "It allows surgical precision that even a cock doesn't always have."
She isolated a circular patch of Charlotte's pink cunt flesh that contained her little sex-stabber, her mound of clit that sheathed a tiny red dagger of love, a very faint echo of male prick. She laved the mound gently, making sure not to apply too much pressure which would turn Charlotte off.
"Ahhh, my goodness. Ah, ah, ah," moaned Charlotte.
The kid, in her heat, was as easy to drive as a Cadillac with the motor running, thought Veronica. She sucked the sweet cunt fluids, burrowed against the soft thighs and settled down to turn the girl into a white hot volcano.
Charlotte couldn't believe that it was happening. She twisted in luxury and delight under the tongue of the other woman who really knew how to manage a clit and a cunt. Slow, gentle but demanding Veronica began lifting her to the limits of her sexuality. Who'd've thought Earl's wife was a lesbian--he'd never said anything about it. Right now it didn't matter to Charlotte. She realized with an extra rush of joy that she had fucked Earl and now was fucking Veronica--or rather they fucked her--it didn't matter which. What a joke on Earl, the coward who had dropped her like a hot rock!
"Oh, Veronica, do me, make me BURN with it!" she begged softly.
That steady lapping reached deeper and deeper into her body and senses as Veronica made agreement sounds in her throat. Strange, she, Charlotte, had always thought that a dyke would be an ugly woman with a hard body and a savage nature. But the sight of Veronica's soft, curved body in the shower, tits and cunt exposed to show her sexual vulnerability, and with the water gleaming on it was one of the greatest sex scenes Charlotte had ever seen. She could certainly pour out her love for that delicious a creature!
Pour it out she was going to have to. Veronica used a finger now inside of her cunt, alongside of her tongue to drive the twisting, helpless girl.
"Ah, my God. Ah, ah, ah," went Charlotte.
She tried to pull back a little from the luscious, delicious tongue-and-finger friction she had to take. It was crazing her, moving her too deeply, but the wise Veronica would not let her ease her loins. Then, with heart pounding, she realized that Veronica forced and drove her to orgasm.
"I--think I want to go slower, Veronica," she begged.
"Sure, you do," said Veronica with a nasty laugh. "You don't want to admit you can be had by a woman's tongue. You want a show-off, genteel orgasm to preserve your image even in front of me. The dainty princess. But, baby, I want your hot bitch, whining and bubbling and giving it all up."
She drove again fiercely on Charlotte's cunt and clit.
"Oh, Ronnie, oh, oh, oh--dee--don't. Ah, he, he, he, it's toooo much!" whined Charlotte. Veronica had her going now.
"All the way, child. Go," commanded Veronica.
Charlotte's heart was pounding rapidly and her juices flowed hotly as she twisted and began to burble and whine as she entered her orgasmic state. Her belly seemed to open and open wider to take the pleasure of her lover inside of her. She wanted to suck the world into her cunt!
"Oh, that's it! Oh, I'm there!" she cried. "Ahhh, huh, huh, huh," she keened.
Suddenly she went abnormally still with huge gasps and locked her legs around Veronica's head. Her glory moments had arrived. She gave a wounded sound and began to let her belly go. Powerful throbs shook her as she spent for Veronica, surrendering to the hot lesbian love.
This was where Veronica's experience as a woman counted. She didn't overpower the girl as a man might, once she felt the belly give up to spasmodic sex pleasure. Nor did she slack off, thinking that her role was done. She just kept working and driving the girl to make her tense and spend more and more of her sexuality. As Charlotte began to taper in her relief, Veronica sucked her clit just hard enough to make her victim spend some more.
"Ahhhh, nooo, Ronnie, let me go," begged Charlotte.
"No holding back, dear."
Veronica worked the girl harder to sensitize flagging nerves that had spent most of their energy. Charlotte who had fallen back into panting relaxation had to surge forward once more and spend still more sex energy. Never had her body been so expertly worked.
"Oh, don't, Veronica," she pleaded, but it was no use. The older woman played her like a fish on the line, making her gasp and give still more cunt squeezes and throbs until Charlotte was totally exhausted. At last her nerves could no longer respond.
"You see, dear," laughed Veronica. "You have much more to give to the world than you realize. Especially a passionate, beautiful and young woman like yourself."
"Uhhhh, yesss," said Charlotte. She glowed all over. She had spent out her guts, her every cell of sex feeling and she wanted only to rest now and enjoy the euphoric time when nerve and muscle could recover from the intense excitement.
Veronica looked down on Charlotte and decided she'd done a good job. The beautiful, nude girl looked fucked out Her body was moist, flushed and looked deliciously taken. She'd never looked more beautiful than as she curled happily on the bed, breasts with relaxed nipples, swollen cunt still flowing a little from the sex encounter.
Veronica laughed sliding over on top of the fucked-out girl, spreading her legs so she could rub her cunt lewdly on Charlotte's pelvic ridge. It was a favored form of lesbian sex, her bisexual friend had told her. Many liked it better than oral sex because it allowed for plenty of hugging and kissing at the same time that cunts received stimulation. The more animal lovers used dildoes strapped around their waists in this love situation. It was called "tribadism."
It was not necessary to have gadgets, thought Veronica, or even to have a fancy name for it. All she had to do was catch Charlotte's pelvic ridge just right and her cunt and clit swelled with sweet action. Her flesh moved, her clitoris moved and she smeared Charlotte's belly with her hot sex fluid. The pneumatic, shapely girl lay under her, touching at all points. She could suck the nipples of Charlotte's big, beautiful breasts, which she promptly did.
"Ahhhh, Veronica," complained Charlotte. Her nipples had to harden once more in response to those hot kisses.
"Breasts too sensitive?" asked Veronica. "There's lots more places to kiss."
She kissed Charlotte's throat hollow, the sexy place below her ear at the jaw and her cheeks. That led to some more hot french kissing. Kissing was a woman's game for sure, and Charlotte could not help but respond to her hot tongue with her own thrilled kisses, nibbles and tongue probings. Nothing could be more heavenly than lying full length on this nude, soft girl, nipple to nipple, holding her head and kissing her avidly while one rotated and gyrated a hot cunt on the girl's belly.
"Charlotte--you're SENDING me, lifting me. I'm getting so hot... fuuuucking youuuu," said Veronica as she felt all her controls begin to slip away. Faster and faster went her cunt on Charlotte's hot little box, raised now to press back in joy.
With her legs spread wide, Charlotte became the passive receiver of Veronica's love drive but the older woman's wildness began to heat her up again. Charlotte's beautiful body had been made not only to inspire love but to take a lot of it.
Veronica was on her orgasmic run now.
"Oh, my little baby, your body drives me--crazeeeee--going out of my head. Ah, huh, ah, huh, take, take... oh, it feels so GOOD!"
She clutched the younger woman tightly and drove herself over the cliff of passion with full, rich strokes of joy on the other's belly.
"Ah, NOW. AH, NOW--CHAR RRRR -- LOTTTTTE!" cried Veronica. Then came ineffable freeze, that happy state of limbo when all functions ceased as the body got ready to express its passion.
"Ah, uhhhhh," went Veronica.
Throb, throb, throb. Deeply rewarding bursts of girl orgasm caught Veronica and she jerked and spent, slapping Charlotte's belly with hers in her cunt spasms. She felt completely in possession of the young woman, the mistress of the sweet, appealing body which she used and controlled to ride off her own fervor and satisfy her selfish needs. Not only did she achieve rich, shattering cunt quakes, but she felt her passion reawaken the girl to the chances for further sex pleasures. She knew then that she could even make Charlotte suck her cunt, and so she gave up her sex treasure lustfully, aware that there was plenty more passion to be explored in this magic night.
As she finished her luscious run, she kissed Charlotte wetly on the mouth once again.
"This will be the night of our lives we shall never forget, dear."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Scott's life was a shambles. Natalie Walton ended their engagement, her father told him he was to be transferred to the new hotel at Houston, where he certainly hated to go because of the climate, and he was in lustful but joyless affair with Oliva Riley. He could not love the beautiful hotel maid and he could not stop fucking her. She had the same problem. His ambitions, his attitudes were miles from hers. She needed a simply, quiet husband who would earn a modest living while he produced endless babies and supported them. Family and church was big with the Spanish. Scott was not religious and had only his mother with whom he was not close. His mother, always independent, had her own friends and her own activities and did not pay much attention to his comings and goings.
Natalie suspected that something was going on, but she did not pursue it, for which he was grateful.
"We've grown apart, Scott. You've changed FANTASTICALLY in the past month. For the worst. All you talk about is sex."
It was true. He had pushed her--before it was too late. Somehow he had gotten TOO MUCH SEX without her and left her behind. It wasn't easy, though, for him to think of a future without Natalie. Somehow she tied in to his going to college and making something important of his life. Was he going to be like Todd? End his life as a white-haired Bell Captain in some hotel. Was that all the career he was going to have.
The trouble obviously was sex. His misadventures had turned his mind off of serious things completely. Sex was like a drug. The first couple of times he had welcomed it as a bright spot in his mundane life. Then he began, like Harvey, to look for it. Now he was hooked on it--at least with Oliva.
Each day they would see each other and explain to each other that their affair was truly over, they did not belong together. She would go home to her sister's house and he'd go home to the apartment he shared with his mother and they'd feel good about ending a pointless situation.
The next day they'd no doubt find excuses to run into each other. By the end of the day they found an empty room, or a linen closet or a spot in the basement for a wild fuck. While Scott pumped his hard cock up that dark, cream-skinned belly he felt fully alive and would rise to glorious orgasm. She, too, released her passionate bitch, to twist and cry and keen her aliveness. Once the last throb and spurt of orgasm had ended, they were alone, with NOTHING to talk about except how they had to stop seeing one another.
The whole thing was especially maddening to Scott because ninety per cent of the men who laid eyes on the Spanish beauty would give their eye teeth for a tenth of the sex he got from her. And rightly so. When your balls were full, all women were beautiful. When they were empty, reality set in.
His new time of troubles was not without some minor advances. For some reason Bud Walton no longer bugged him. In fact, he hadn't for some time now. MAYBE it was because Scott broke up with his sister, maybe it was something else. It was also a minor pleasure to work in a hotel where Tom Riley didn't work. For once, the bars and the bellmen got along well. Scott guessed that Riley would be back soon enough after he was transferred to Houston--or if he quit, the day after that. Old Man Walton practically told him as much.
"Why don't you transfer Tom to Houston?" asked Scott.
"Scott, you don't understand," said Mr. Walton. "Tom's a lifelong friend of the owner and he'll ALWAYS have that advantage."
Mr. Walton didn't say much about his breaking up with Natalie which bothered Scott, too. The whole family had seemed cool about the engagement when it started and cool when it ended. In fact with Mrs. Walton, Natalie's mother, it was almost a comic situation. Mrs. Walton drank and she seemed confused sometimes as to whether Scott and Natalie were married or about to be married, or, on one occasion, had just been divorced, causing embarrassment to both young people.
Tom Riley showed up dramatically, on the night of the same day that Scott took Veronica Adams and Charlotte King to their room on the tenth floor. The first flash came from Oliva.
"Tom's back," she told Scott. "I just saw him. He was sneaking around on the eighth floor, just waiting."
"He's supposed to be on vacation--on suspension without pay!" cried Scott.
"I know it was he, Scott. He saw me also too. He ducked like he no see."
That blew Scott's mind. He had promised himself that if he ever laid eyes on Tom again he'd blast him off the face of the earth. Honor required it. Late in his shift he made a special trip upstairs to scout around--and he hit paydirt. He saw Tom Riley, big as life, walk out of the room occupied by Charlotte and Veronica, carrying a briefcase.
Tom did not see him. Heart pumping, Scott followed. His mind really rocked when he thought about the odd set-up. First Charlotte and Veronica checking in together, two women who had no motive to be together. Then Tom Riley who did not connect with either of them leaving their room with a briefcase. Late at night, too. It was around eleven.
Scott knew his elevators better than Tom. He was down in the lobby ahead of the big bartender. Tom looked neither right nor left as one does when hoping to escape attention. He did not head for the main exit. He headed for a little used side door exit. Scott was right behind him. He challenged the man as soon as Tom reached the sidewalk.
"Right here, Riley."
Tom spun around, glaring at Scott.
"Oh. Oh, it's you, huh Colby. Stupid Scott," sneered Tom. At the same time he craned his neck to look up the street. "So what the hell do you want."
"That briefcase you just took out of the hotel, for one thing."
"Like hell. Veronica Adams told me--"
Scott was in no mood to hold sidewalk discussions with the man who'd half beat him to death the last time they'd met. He jumped for his throat. Tom gave back, dropped the briefcase and parried with his fists. Scott ducked, they grappled.
"This time, you sonofabitch, you're not getting in two killing blows ahead of time to get an edge," gritted Scott. He punched Tom in the stomach.
"Woshhhh!" went Tom. "Dammit, Colby, I DON'T want to fight you tonight."
"I didn't--want to fight you--that other night," grunted Scott. His fists flailed.
Tom slashed back at him, but this time it was different. Scott was revved up to get revenge while Tom Riley just wanted to escape from there with the briefcase. Scott was sure it contained something stolen. Tom drove Scott to his knees once, but Scott put the big man down three times, and the last time Tom had no desire to get up.
"That's enough, Scott. I quit."
"What's it all about, baby?"
"Just doing a favor for a friend, that's all."
"I'll bet. You can say "goodbye" to your teeth."
Scott lifted the battered head of the bartender, preparing to perform painful sidewalk dentistry with his fists.
"Hold it, dammit!" cried Tom. "I'm not going to lose my teeth over any dumb dame." And he spilled the WHOLE story to Scott in quick, disjointed sentences. Scott tried to walk him back in the hotel to turn him over to the security people, but when he eased his grip on Tom to reach for the briefcase, Tom jerked loose and started to run. The last Scott saw of him was a high-flying pair of heels.
As Scott stood there wondering if the police ought to be summoned a car spun around the corner and screeched its brakes to a halt. A man's hand reached out of the car.
"The briefcase, quick!"
"Like hell!" said Scott.
A strange face stared at him from the car, did a take and then the car roared off, wheels spinning. Scott stood there grinning. Whoever wanted Charlotte's briefcase was blocked, knew the game was off and probably wouldn't be back. Based on Tom's story, it was probably Veronica Adams' private detective. Scott strolled back into the hotel, swinging the briefcase whistling happily to himself...
Veronica awoke the next morning feeling absolutely tiptop. The girl sex last night had been fantastic. It had also served its purpose in helping her get that important briefcase with the near-complete audit into the hands of Tom Riley. After a couple of rounds Charlotte had become so exhausted that after a quick dinner downstairs she'd fallen into bed and a deep sleep. Then Tom showed up and off went the briefcase while the girl still slept. Veronica woke her once and pillaged the girl's cunt one more time, then fell into a deep, dreamless sleep herself.
When she awoke both Charlotte and the briefcase were gone. That meant EVERYTHING had indeed taken place according to plan. The contents of the briefcase had been photographed and Riley had returned it before dawn. Poor Charlotte didn't even know it had been taken. So she was in the clear. For that matter, Veronica wouldn't even have to share any of her fee with Charlotte. She could pretend to argue some more and then give up gracefully and head back home as soon as possible. Charlotte would be reluctant to make trouble for her when Veronica could claim the young woman had molested her in a homosexual way. That was one night of lust that had really paid off in both pleasure and profit!
She took a leisurely shower, daydreaming of the exotic places she could now afford to go to when she got her money. Europe, the Caribbean, Hawaii... She let the shower stream play on her cunt and grinned when she discovered she was as lustful today as she had been before all that sex yesterday. You just couldn't wear it out and it got better with age.
Out of the shower, she examined her body in the mirror. Her skin looked so glossy, so fresh. Her breasts were high and proud. Her flanks were minus creases or wrinkles. Her face positively glowed. Her rejuvenated sex life was like a tonic. Forty? She looked more like thirty--even twenty-five, as young as Charlotte. Oh, she was going to have fun now that she'd given up the faithful, stay-at-home wife bit!
She put a towel around her nude body and went back into the room to get her clothes. There were no clothes. Startled, she searched the closets, under the beds, everywhere. Her suitcases, all her belongings were gone. So were Charlotte's.
There was a knock at the door. When she saw it was that nice looking bellman, Scott Whatever, she let him in.
"Oh, young man--Scott. I was just about to call. Charlotte and I have been robbed!"
"No, you haven't," said Scott. "I moved all Miss King's stuff to another room early this morning. You were still asleep. She requested it."
Veronica felt a strange chill inside. She held up her pajamas. "But--where are the REST of my things?"
"Oh, I took those too."
"WHAT! How dare you. I will call--"
Scott seemed to be enjoying himself. He waved a hand, smiling.
"Don't call anybody except a lawyer, Mrs. Adams. You're in big trouble, I think. Charlotte wanted me to keep you here until she talked to the people at her home office. That's why I took the clothes. The reason you're in big trouble is that we caught Tom Riley last night with the briefcase and he told me all of it. He never got it to your private detective. He took off and hasn't been seen since. I don't think your private detective will be easy to find either. That leaves YOU."
"Why, I--why, I-" Everything spun around her in shattering chaos.
"So I just came upstairs to ask you to wait around, Mrs. Adams, until Miss King's people tell me whether to call the police or not."
She backed up to the edge of the bed and sat down. "Please repeat all of that, Scott."
He told her the whole thing again. She saw now that she was REALLY trapped now. Her ONLY chance was to get out of town, like Tom Riley, fast!
"Scott," she said. "You know how bad my marriage was. I felt I simply had to take desperate measures to go get some money, because--"
"Lots of people with bad marriages still don't commit felonies."
"Charlotte and I come from the same city. I can return there and we can discuss it back there."
"I think she wants you here on the scene of the crime so the cops can take statements, Mrs. Adams."
"I won't stay!" she almost screamed at him.
"You have to," he said easily. "You can hardly leave in those see-through pajamas."
"Scott, Scott, look. I did you a favor ONCE. I had oral sex with you, hardly knowing you. You were so innocent. Few women would do that."
"I know that. I appreciate it."
"Scott, I know I appeal to you. If you'd like a little pleasure this afternoon--"
"You appeal to me very much, Veronica. But this time I can't."
She spun around and flung herself face down on the bed. "Get the hell out of here!"
"Sure, Mrs. Adams. He looked down on her slim figure, clad only in the big towel and shook his head. The woman had thighs and legs that wouldn't stop. A cute butt, too. Who'd think she was forty? She looked more like thirty--or even twenty-five. Too bad! He went out of the room quietly.
He waited for several minutes in the hall, still grinning and shaking his head. That Veronica was something else again! Then he went back into her room.
She was on the phone as he'd expected she would be.
"--is this the Hedge and Heather Shop--in the lobby?" she asked. "I want to order some clothes sent upstairs to my room. I have a credit card. The room number is--" A male hand plucked the telephone away from her. Scott spoke into it.
"Never mind this call," he said. "The lady's credit is no good anyway."
He hung up the phone. She spit at him like a cat and struck. He ducked and shoved her back on the bed. Two minutes later he had her securely tied on the bed, hands and feet bound by small bathroom towels.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, Veronica. You'll have to stay. It won't be long. I should be getting a call from Charlotte any time."
"When I get out of here, you'll lose your job and go to prison!" she cried. "This is kidnapping with bodily force."
He shook his head.
"Maybe, but you made one other mistake. You FORCED lesbian sex on Charlotte King. She'll swear to it if you make trouble. It's surprising how that kind of thing loses sympathy with all kinds of people. Hotel managers, police, company officials--"
"Bastard!"
"Please be nice, Veronica. If you talk like that I may have to wash your mouth out with soap. Even gag you!"
She wiggled her tied wrists ineffectually and pulled at her tied ankles.
"Oh, Scott, Scott. Please--this will ruin me--I'll do anything you want. Give you sex. Lots of it. I'll suck you off. I'll screw you--anything--only please let me go!"
The truth of the matter was, he was half-hard. The towel had slipped a little and one of her breasts was almost exposed. Lying tied up on the bed, her long, shapely thighs and legs bare, her red-thatched little cunt barely covered, she was a sight to turn a man on. If he hadn't promised Charlotte, he'd jump her in a moment.
The phone rang. He went to it reluctantly. It had been a great caper, as near to the movies as real life ever got. He answered it, and it was Charlotte, all right, at the other end of the line.
He listened, his face turning dark.
"Hold her for the police? The detectives will be here in just an hour? Yeah. Yeah, she won't be leaving. Yeah, I'll stand by. No problem, Charlotte--uh, Miss King. It was a close escape for you."
He nodded, getting his instructions and then turned back to the woman on the bed.
"I'm afraid you're for it, Veronica. Charlotte's company is plenty sore. White collar crime, you know. Everybody says more ought to be done about it, and they want to make an example of you."
She gave a wail and burst into tears.
Scott came over to the bed and sat down beside her. How beautiful she looked, wearing only that towel. Down below from her tied ankles, there was a sweep of lovely, bare legs, her bare curving thighs, and her cunt, almost exposed. Up above the towel had slipped, exposing one breast and pink, delicious nipple. She was a feast of helpless womanhood, and his prick stood right up in his pants. A part of him didn't want to touch her, but only a small part. His hand was drawn to that naked breast as if it were a magnet. Her flesh was warm to his hand and her nipple stood up obediently to hardness as he palmed her breast.
"It's going to be awkward when the cops get here and you're wearing only the towel and have only the see-through pajamas. I guess I'll have to get your clothes from downstairs."
"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME!" she gasped, trying to shift. She looked innocent and vulnerable, like a small girl caught with her hand deep in the cookie jar.
"Oh, I'm sorry. A minute ago you wanted sex and everything."
He let go of her breast and pinched and kneaded her supple thigh.
Through her tears she stared right at him, looked down at his crotch and saw his condition.
"That was if you let me go. Scott--it's not too late! They won't be here for an hour." She gulped back tears and rushed on. "We could do it--and you could still get my clothes and let me go."
"Honey, I'd love to. You're the most luscious sight I've seen in days. But I could get fired. No! I'd better not stare too much."
He got his hands under her hips and flipped her over on her face so that he no longer had to stare at that exposed breast. Since he had tied her wrists in front of her, she now laid with her arms underneath.
"Scott--listen. I'll come back and we'll have more fun after today. You could come and visit me--I'm moving out on Earl. There's be plenty of sex. You're exciting... you turn me on."
He grinned.
"You mean I could do anything I wanted?"
"Anything!" she said with fervent sincerity.
"Well, I don't know, Veronica." He was already taking off his clothes. "I'll admit it does seem harsh, since your scheme didn't work. And if they want you they can surely find you at home."
"Yes, yes!" she cried over and over.
He stared down at her back. The towel swirled around her ass in delectable curls. Her back thighs, firm and smooth, gleamed. Naked now and very hard he reached between them to separate her legs a little and feel her cunt.
"Oh, Scott, that's beautiful!" she crooned as she felt his hand dig into her cunt lips. She tried to look back at him over her shoulder. Her tears were gone now, as she could see he was naked.
"Untie me, Scott," she cried in triumph. "We're gonna have a ball."
"Uh, no hurry. It's kind of sexy, having you tied up like this. I want you to reach down with your hands and jog yourself a little to get ready for me."
She complied most eagerly, working her tied hands under her belly to reach her cunt, and he could see her fingers curl to dig into her pink, girlhood. He tossed the towel back over her behind and caught his breath at the fantastic sight. She had a narrow waist and full, smooth flawless buttocks. Her dark crack was somehow animal-human and the horizontal lines made two perfect up curves. There were two deep hollows above her hipbones and her back thighs fell away with breathtaking beauty. Veronica Adams had a magnificent rear end. It tensed now, smooth muscles working as she prepared herself for him as he had instructed.
He grinned as he touched his cock and felt the power and eagerness inside. He was loaded and ready to go. Her busy fingers made her cunt flower and flow. She gave a couple of tender, erotic gasps.
"I'll have to untie your ankles to get in," he told her.
"Turn me over, Scott. Please untie my hands too."
He undid her ankles and she gratefully spread her legs, opening her cunt. He did not untie her hands or turn her over.
"You stay like that. It's different."
She sighed but obediently lifted up her loins to give him cunt access from the rear. He mounted her, pulled her hips up higher and notched her cunt with his prick. She was tight, wet, slick, body-hot and luscious as he cleaved open her cunt. His rod seated all of the way inside of her and he throbbed in dry but rich elegance at his possession of her.
"Oh, Scott, that feels so good. I'm so glad you'll help me."
He pulled the towel loose and laid across her buttocks and back, gently fucking into her so as not to break the volcano inside of him.
"Of course I could screw you and still hold you for the cops."
"You wouldn't!" she gasped.
"Not if you do exactly as I say," he promised.
"I will. I will."
His member was nicely soaked with her silken juices now. Reluctantly he pulled it out of her cunt. He moved up a couple of inches and dug the glistening cock head against the sewn-looking pucker of her asshole.
"You--you've got the wrong hole," she laughed.
"Have I?"
He dug hard and she jumped as if shot. "Oh, Scott!"
"Why NOT?" he said. "You have the most BEAUTIFUL ass I ever saw. Don't tell me no eager beaver has ever fucked your cute tail. How could they RESIST!"
He shoved real hard. His cock almost buckled, throbbed in delight at the resistance and drove through her sphincter wall.
"NOOOO!" she cried, gasping in pain, struggling under him.
Cock violating her tail just a little bit, he held her down and laughed.
"But you promised me anything. Anything at all."
"No, Scott. Not that. It hurts! It burns! I'm on fire!"
He got his hands on her hips, ready for the hard shove. "So am I, honey," he said. "I have to tell you--this will hurt you more than it hurts me--in the beginning. It's like an operation. The first cuts are the hardest to take."
"Oh... my... God!"
He took his cock out of her and her muscle closed and she sighed in relief. It would be better to use his finger to loosen her ass muscle first. His penis looked awfully large to punch into that tight hole. Then he thought how she'd dressed down poor Adams and tried to ruin Charlotte, even forced girl sex on her. Did she deserve ANY consideration? Not much.
He held her hips tightly, raping into her asshole with furious, deep thrusts. She screamed and rocked under him. The tender hole, protected by some of the most sensitive nerves in the body ached with pain at his ravaging.
"Ahhh, nooo. AWRRRR. No, no,--oh, it's so tenderrrrr. Oh, Scott."
It reminded him of the time he'd taken the girl's maidenhead, the struggles, the resistance. It was, of course, a virgin assfuck for Veronica. For him it was all pleasure. Her sphincter caved in and he felt smooth, warm gut welcome him. He unsealed her, panting with delight at the slick asshole friction. Her flesh was more stubborn and unyielding than a cunt but tight, hot and sexy.
"Oh, baby, you are--one--sweet--assfuck," he crooned at her.
She still jerked and plunged under him wailing.
"You're splitting me in two. I'm taken--oh, it goes in--so deeeeep," she keened.
Her smooth buttocks worked against his thighs, thrilling him, flexing hard and soft in her helpless agony.
"You deserve every pain wave, Veronica," he managed, grunting in his joy. "You know you do."
"Awwww, no, no. Uuuuu, I feel so full."
He lay still on top of her, his cock rammed as deep as it would go in her anus. Her back fit smoothly along his front. He rocked a little to one side and got a hand on her naked breast, under her. Then he rocked to the other side and palmed that breast. Talk about perfect contact. Her body was so tight against his, so hot and sexy that he felt he could fuck right up to her tits through her sexy, gelid being.
"Veronica, you... are turning... me on... like crazy. You're the best cornhole in the city, bar none. I want you--to move your ass now... and get your fingers back inside your cunt. You can have some fun that way, along with me."
"Ohhh, I'm so violated. It feels like a baseball bat in me, Scott. Please take it out."
"Jack yourself off," he said pleasantly. "I can tell it doesn't hurt so much now. Nobody ever died of it."
"It's HUMILIATING!" she complained.
He jogged gently up her ass and felt her whole body quiver.
"That humiliation can kill you," he agreed. "But then you deserve some kind of punishment. You know you do."
He jiggled again and she wailed, but he knew now that her pain had lessened considerably. There were definite quivers of sexuality and pleasure in her loins. Her hands, still tied, slid under to frig her cunt and she gave a small gasp. She was going to take his assfuck.
He started out still hugging her tightly, hands palming her tits and nuzzling at her neck and biting the soft skin around her throat. He wished he could turn her head back over her shoulders to kiss her, but that was impossible. It was plenty good this way. He moved his cock like some kind of secret weapon planted in her body, only a couple of inches in short bunts. She responded remarkably and deliciously grunting and moving like a wounded animal, guardedly with his prick exerting anal control over her entire body. She did not want that vital and tender ass passage ravaged. In regular sex you could drive a woman with her clit, making her go hotter and hotter. This was the diesel engine of sex, no ignition, but you could drive her by making her respond to the tenderness and fear of hurt and with her finger on her own button, it wasn't without pleasure for her either.
"Ah, Scott, ahhh. I--I think it's b-b-better," she said after a tense moment.
Her soft passage hugged and fucked on his prick. Her soft buttocks worked on his thighs. Her nipples burned on his palms. Her sweating back plastered to his front gave him the warm, close feeling of consuming passion. Sometimes passion didn't mean wild plunging, or raking fingernails as it did so often with Oliva. It meant soft, frictive pressures along his prick, lots of nude body contact and the sweet, wounded shifting of a female partner being lusciously fucked.
He began to fuck her harder, feeling a deep, almost holy, rising of his lust to fuck deep into her and make her take his seed.
"You're made for assfucking," he breathed in her ear.
"That's an in--insult," she hissed.
"Quit kidding. You're getting hot, you bitch. Once you've got hard prick up your tail you're a creamy, crazy cocklover, Veronica. Squeeze your sphincter on me. It feels so good."
"You--you--"
She laughed in exasperation and squeezed her ass muscle.
The gout of pleasure almost sent him out of his mind and made him lose the boiling volcano in his balls.
"Ahhhh. Uuuuuu," he keened.
She was reckless now. The pain had dropped off for her to an unpleasant fullness. His sliding cock felt weird, and then it felt interesting and then it began to heat her up and feel good, riding on her mucous membranes. It was a female pleasure to take a man's penis into her body and she thrilled to his hot passion for her ass. Imagine a young guy wanting to tear her bottom up with his dong. Later, her violated tunnel might ache from his usage, but right now in the heat of her rising sexuality it felt great. She kept her fingers riding her clit inside of her cunt and her belly began to swell and thrill towards heavenly release.
"Scott, I think--you're going to--MAKE ME."
"Baby, I know I'm going to load--your sweet tail," he gasped.
They were both getting into the high animal pleasure now. He was trying to hold on because he knew that when she gave up her sex her asshole would quake and he wanted to feel it spasm around his full, fuck-sensitive cock.
She was in a daze of good feeling. Taking it right in her ass and coming for it. It made her feel strange to be played so expertly by the young man, but she could feel her belly, her nerves, her feminine being getting ready for a massive orgasm. She got that inevitable, faint-feeling sensation and an incredible glow and heat in her guts.
"Oh, now. I'm going. I--I--I've got to--" she laughed.
Then she grunted and worked her ass furiously against his own fierce ramming as he tried to send her over the cliff of climax. He succeeded--with her connivance.
"Ah, Scott. MY ASSN! I'm taaaakennnnn," she wailed.
She lifted her rear against him and her buttocks were temporarily like steel in velvet, very sexy. "AH--OOHHHHH," she gasped.
She began to laugh, almost hysterically in her relief as she came, thrusting her butt against him and quaking, cunt and asshole. He got the most luscious feeling imaginable to sense her sphincter clutching wildly at the base of his cock as he fucked her through.
"Aieeeee!" she went.
She had never in her life felt so deliciously penetrated, loved and mastered. Her body glowed in splendor from head to toe. Each spending quake was a triumph of her nervous system thrilled to the limits of her erotic being.
Her twisting, orgasmic body threw him over in one of those slow, lewd, lustful and happy freezes where his body became paralyzed, inch by inch.
"SEEDING... YOUUUUUU," he called.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, deep up her guts to the very center of her being, he gave it all up, flooding her anal passage with a creamy enema. He, too, had to laugh in relieved hysteria at the expenditure of the erotic pressure, transformed into deep-gut, throwing pleasure. Wham, wham, wham. He went dizzy and a little faint with the tremendous gushes of his sperm into her trembling, soft body. She jerked right along with him, drawing off sperm, taking it, her tight sphincter seeming to milk him. Gout after gout of joy spasms rocked him as he laid his pleasure seed deep in her body. He had her locked in a grip of steel as he blew, and she had to struggle to breathe while he gasped, grunted, keened, spurted, bit into her neck and slobbered on her shoulder.
"Oh, that's a ride, a WILD-ASS RIDE," he panted, finally fading. Still his cock spurted some more, and his belly felt as if he'd exploded a gallon of happy male semen deep into her body, for his best orgasm ever...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Veronica was dressed and packed and practically stumbled over Scott, getting into the elevator with him for the ride to the lobby.
"Hurry, Scott, hurry. It's been over an hour. The police are overdue."
"I'm hurrying."
"You're NOT HURRYING," she practically screamed at him. "You're delaying so I'll get caught--after all you did to me."
"Just a little happy run. Besides, you deserved it."
"They could be on the way up in the outside elevator."
"Oh, you're okay now, Veronica. There's always a taxi just outside the door and plenty of commuter flights back to your home."
"Just my luck that they'll nail me in the lobby, one short step from freedom," she complained.
Scott waited until they reached the lobby to tell her.
"Veronica, the police aren't coming."
She had started to plunge across the lobby. Now she stopped so sharply that she skidded a little on high heels.
"WHAT?"
"No cops, Veronica. No Charlotte, no nothing. I lied to you. When Charlotte called she said the company didn't want any publicity. Since the papers weren't stolen or copied they insisted on forgetting the whole thing. So you're home free--except Charlotte is going to be unfriendly for a little while."
"You--why, you--"
"You looked so cute--and you did deserve a little punishment for what you tried to do. So I lied."
"Oh, damn!"
She flushed angrily, scolding him as he escorted her to her taxi. He noted with some satisfaction that she walked stiff-legged as if her behind hurt her a little. He guessed it ached after the rough trip he'd given her. He shoved her bags into the cab and faced her.
"Thanks for stopping off with us at the GUARDIAN," he smiled. "I hope your stay was pleasant--right up to the end."
She'd blown out all her anger.
"Scott, you've changed from the sweet, innocent boy of my last trip," she said sadly. "What you did to me was dirty and sadistic."
"But fun," he insisted. "I hope you make it back this way."
Her eyes still emitted flashes of anger, yet they suddenly melted.
"I probably will." she sighed.
Driving away from the GUARDIAN, sitting tenderly on the edge of the seat because her rear still burned and ached from Scott's hot injection she started to curse and then ended up laughing. There'd been some real kicks on the trip after all. The GUARDIAN seemed to be a place where things really happened...
Scott stood on the curb for a while staring after the cab. A big limousine swept around the corner and parked. From the main entrance three figures emerged--Mr. Walton, Natalie and Bud Walton. The old man and his daughter were dressed for traveling and a bellboy with their luggage brought up the rear. Scott watched in surprise as they loaded into the car and took off. They did not see him. He caught up with Bud as the security man walked back alone into the GUARDIAN.
"We're not engaged any more--but I didn't know Natalie was leaving town," said Scott.
Bud looked at him sideways and then seemed to reach a decision.
"I have to tell you, Scott, you were had." The man's voice was not unfriendly for once.
"What do you mean?"
"Natalie never planned to marry you. She's hung up on some guy back East. He couldn't make up his mind. So she got engaged to push him over the edge. That's why she's stalled all these months."
"Holy Christ!"
"Sorry about that, Colby, but my lips were sealed--till now. She's on her way back to see him. I think they've worked it out."
Scott stood in the lobby, feeling waves of sickness and disgust. So much for his great plans for the future with a sensible woman at his side. Of course, it was over before--but to know he'd been used... Bud kept on talking but he hardly listened until the man put a hand on his arm.
"You HEARD what I asked?"
"No, Bud."
"I said I'm tired of being the guy creeping around spying on people and getting nothing but lumps."
He went on to say that one night he'd checked on Scott and actually seen him getting it off in sex with that little number they were supposed to baby-sit. He'd checked further and the consensus was that Scott Colby had a knack of getting laid more than anybody on the staff. There was lots of talk about that creamy little Spanish maid who'd broken up with her husband.
"I want to get in on it, Scott. I want to get in on your next orgy. I want to be friends--and find out how you manage to kill all those dolls."
To his astonishment, Scott found himself shaking Bud's hands and making a silly promise to count him in the next time there was action. Action? Hell, what action. The only good thing in his life right now was that he wouldn't have to transfer to Houston or quit the GUARDIAN. Tom Riley had killed himself with the hotel chain with that robbery last night and wouldn't be back, now or ever.
Morosely, Scott wandered upstairs to see if Oliva were on duty that night. Another shock awaited him.
"She quit at noon," said the housekeeper, a matronly woman who held herself aloof from the foibles of hotel people. "My guess is she's going to the new place in Houston. Hotel workers are crazy you know. Always moving around to new locations, especially if they work for a chain and new spots open up. You hang around this business long enough, you will too, Scott."
Oliva gone. Natalie gone. Everything was closing down and dark. Scott felt old and decadent at twenty-two and all at once longed for the simpler days only weeks ago when his future looked bright and settled. It was as if when he started getting into all the heavy sex things fell apart.
He reached the lobby. He had only a half hour left on his shift which ended early that night. The thing to do was go out and get drunk and forget the whole GUARDIAN scene.
He almost stumbled over a young woman checking in. A rather pudgy girl with a bright smile. There was another young woman with her, with big dark eyes.
"Scott!"
His arms were suddenly filled with the soft presence of Babs Preston. Paula Vickers grinned at him over her friend's shoulder.
"You two back?" he cried. "But you just missed Natalie. She took off a while ago for--"
"We know it," laughed Babs. "We had lunch with her. We didn't come to see her. We came so that Paula could get away from her husband who's been giving her a bad time."
Paula looked shyly at Scott and then blushed.
"On the last trip I'd just been separated. Now I know I want a divorce for sure."
"Which is a heavy drag," said Babs. "So we tried to think of the last place where Paula had had any fun and turned out to be your little ol' sexpot hotel--here we are."
Scott suddenly felt as if someone had turned on the sun again. He grinned from ear to ear.
"Well, now, ladies, since you put so much faith in the GUARDIAN I'll have to make sure we don't let you down. By any chance are you girls free tonight?"
Babs pretended to be leafing through a date book in the palm of her empty hand.
"It just so happens we can give you a few minutes this very evening, Scott," she laughed...
Bud Walton finished his room checks about 10 PM. That was an important job of security--to check the rooms where guests were supposed to have left but maids reported luggage or other signs of occupancy. Usually the guests had just decided to stay over and failed to notify the desk, but it could also mean trouble--a sudden sickness or worse, or that something had happened to the people out in the big city. There was also the reverse kind of check where the hotel suspected a "skip," someone who was supposed to be in a room but it had been cleared. The guests might've sneaked out without paying the bill.
Tonight Bud's mind wasn't on his job. He was sick and tired of playing MR. STRAIGHT, hassling people with embarrassing, security-type questions and getting hostility back. He'd just about decided to ask his father to make him a bellhop. It had all turned around for him on the night he'd seen Scott hump that luscious young chick. For the first time he didn't go running to his father or some assistant manager with hot accusations. He just sat on it and thought. All he got for playing spy was minimal thanks from his father and tight-lipped tolerance from the staff, guests and everybody else. Who needed that when the hotel filled nightly with women as well as men, some of which were good-looking and willing to have sex?
At ten o'clock, finished, he knocked on the door of the Victorian Suite with a fast-beating heart. The two suites on the top floor were empty tonight. He had enough authority to get the Victorian for Scott and cadge some food and drinks. Scott was supposed to do the rest.
Scott, off-duty, admitted him to the room. Loud rock music played. There were three dancers. Harv Donaldson, that bellman from the other hotel earned barely an eye flick of surprise. The sight of the other two stopped him cold. Paula, the quiet, dark-haired friend of Natalie's wore orange nylon pajamas and her body was a symphony of graceful.
sexy motion as the music seemed to drive her. There was something intensely vulnerable, sexual about that quiet one that he'd felt before. As she danced it was enough to give him a tingle in his cock.
The outgoing Babs with her happy laughter, flashing smile and energetic body brought his cock right up in his pants. She wore a tight, white outfit that looked something like a drum majorette's costume, tight in her crotch, tight on her big breasts. Dressed, Babs seemed vaguely sexual. Undressed and dancing so that her body got a sheen of sweat she WAS indeed exciting. Her thighs, legs and rear were perfectly shaped in voluptuous womanhood. Her breasts were outstanding both literally and erotically. Dressed in that dazzling costume, with lots of pink skin showing, her feet encased in dainty boots, she was enough to bring up any man's prick.
The frosting on the cake was Charlotte King. He couldn't tell if her wine colored outfit was pajamas or a sexy pants suit, but he'd never seen anything so luscious in his life. Soft, gleaming cloth pulled and teased across a body so elegant he felt she should be a PROFESSIONAL beauty. He'd seen her many times on the arm of Adams and been impressed even while disapproving of their affair. His disapproval, he realized, had been mostly jealousy--and here she was at his party! Man, she did have a beautiful face to go with that gorgeous body! He had to keep a hand in front of his crotch as salutations were exchanged.
"It isn't too much of a party. Bud," Scott grinned, "but it was the best we could do on short notice."
"I ain't complaining," Bud smiled.
Scott felt relaxed and happy. It was a time between challenges in his life. The old moods and feelings were gone, swept away by the bonanza of sex he'd enjoyed over the past few weeks. His new direction had not been chosen, so he could afford to go with the flow. The selection of Harv and Babs for his party was excellent. With those two in the room, sex was bound to happen, and, in fact, he'd had trouble holding things down until Bud arrived. He owed Bud nothing, yet the man's change of demeanor somehow fitted his own life changes and he felt simpatico to Bud's abrupt turnabout.
Harv and Babs drifted alone into the next room, the big bedroom of the suite where Scott had once enjoyed the favors of Oliva. He and Bud talked to Paula and Charlotte, the sand blonde amused by Bud's obvious worship of her good looks. Charlotte felt grateful to Scott for breaking up that nasty situation she'd gotten herself into with Veronica Adams, and she'd been more than willing to come to his bash, even knowing that it would probably end in an orgy. She really liked the handsome young bellman and felt sorry for his breakup with Natalie.
Harv came to the door of the bedroom and called out to the others: "We have a special delivery letter for Bud Walton."
Bud tore himself away from staring at Charlotte and went into the bedroom with the scared, pleased look of a man that knew big things were about to happen.
"That boy is earnest, willing and ready," laughed Charlotte.
"He'll probably need lots of training," said Scott...
Inside the bedroom there were no preliminaries. Babs was baby naked, lying on the bed with her legs open, cunt flowing. Harv Donaldson merely got back on the bed and eased into her saddle.
"I fuck, she sucks you," he told Bud. "Make it fast; we're both hot."
Bud undressed with trembling fingers, his mind blown away by seeing the bellman fit his prick into the body of the voluptuous girl and begin to ream and fuck her. He got on the bed, heart pumping. Babs grinned at him, grabbed his prick and said: "Make it last!"
Then she slid his stiff cock into her mouth and he keened with wild pleasure. Just like that! He was right in the middle of happyland, his cock locked in the sexy girl's hot, wet mouth, under delicious suction while he could see Harvey drilling his own rod right into the girl's tight cunt. Wow and wowee!
He hardly had time to enjoy the slick, sweet friction and savor the erotic sight of the sucking girl being fucked when Harv stopped. He told Bud to break off and go get Charlotte. They'd give her a Special Delivery letter, too.
Bud disengaged with a groan. He wanted nothing so much as getting off his rocks, but he also thrilled to the idea of seeing the fabulous Charlotte naked and involved in this group sex.
"I hope you can suck my cunt," said Babs. "We're going to make a chain."
"I never have--but for her I'd jump off the GUARDIAN tower," breathed Bud.
"We'll teach," said Harv. "Not to worry."
Charlotte turned on as soon as she saw the nude people and what they were doing. The sight of two hard male cocks, each glistening with Babs' fluids was enough to start her own cunt bubbling. She slid out of her outfit and joined them on the bed. Bud was half out of his mind with delight, first to see the beautiful woman naked, second to sink his head between those superb thighs and push his mouth against her wet, warm cunt. All three instructed him until he had Charlotte sliding, hot and happy on his mouth, while Babs continued to suck him and Harv resumed his fuck of Babs.
"Don't you come early!" Babs warned Bud. "We've got two more to go." She had felt Bud's eager dry throbs.
"This is a crazy game," laughed Bud.
"A variation on an ancient parlor kissing game," said Charlotte. "It's called "Post Office." Someone goes into a bedroom or closet and sends out word for a "special delivery" or a "postcard" or a whatever, to the waiting people. Then the one who's called in gets his or her turn to call in his favorite person for the next action, and so on."
"This way is better," said Harvey. "Thank God the bed in here's big enough."
In a moment Charlotte went and got Scott and Paula and then the chain was complete. Charlotte sucked Scott's prick and Scott dove his head between the thighs of the soft, exquisite Paula and burned his mouth into her cunt.
Bud lived in ecstasy. Who'd ever dream such a fantastic sight and scene could take place? The bed was filled with laughing, kidding people, all beautiful and nude, all stroking and loving each other. There were wild sights on every hand, Charlotte's incredible nudity, Paula's sexy ass, Babs voluptuous breasts. At first it was mostly talk and kidding without much real sex as people grappled, groped, kissed and kidded: "You've got the wrong prick!"
"Get your fingers out of her cunt and finger the cunt you're supposed to."
"You're biting my nipple off. Awrkkkk!"
"Ahh-ohh--somebody's trying to push a finger in my ass. Stop, whoever you are."
"Eeeeeee."
"Ahhhhh."
"Uh-huh, more, MORE MORE!"
The novelty of all the nudity and the natural embarrassment of starting up the orgy very SOON wore off. The action resumed. Harv had treasured his spill as long as he could. Now he drove his cock seriously into the slick, gripping cunt of Babs who was likewise wide-eyed with erotic joy, since they'd been fucking the longest. Her rising passion made her relish and love Bud's prick and Bud gasped in the lifting delight of approaching orgasm. Doggedly he kept eating into Charlotte's cunt. He wanted to blow his cock and his mind while his face was buried into the sexy woman's belly. Charlotte thrilled to Bud's eagerness and she treasured Scott's prick, because she liked him almost to the point of love. She had never serviced him orally and she was willing to do anything that he wanted if she could get some action from his loins. Scott sensed the passion of the beautiful girl that sucked him and felt proud that she felt so warm towards him. Yet he was totally intrigued by the silent, big-eyed Paula. He noted with ironic amusement that except for Harv and Babs, everything was a little off center. Bud would have to give up his jism to Babs but wanted Charlotte. He'd have to milk off in Charlotte's mouth although he preferred slightly the body of the dark-haired girl. Never mind! This was plenty good.
"Ah, God!" cried Harv. "That did it."
The room was electrified. They all watched and heard Harv go through his freeze and then, grunting, seed Babs' belly. He had barely started his hot throws deep in her cunt, when Babs, big-eyed, gave a cry and came for him. She rocked and jerked, but the warm-hearted pudgy girl was able to keep control of Bud's cock.
"Ahhhh, yesssss!" Bud shouted suddenly.
He gave a cry of wounded delight and began to spurt jism into Bab's mouth. Enamored of Charlotte, he somehow managed to keep sucking on her cunt, and Charlotte, thrilled to her bones by all this sexuality, felt her body still and began to throb her cunt on Bud's mouth. Dizzy from the wildness of all those orgasms, she pulled Scott's cock.
"Ah-uh," went Scott. His cock swelled and exploded in Charlotte's mouth and it was indeed a beautiful sight to see, Harv melted on Babs, Babs with some of Bud's come trickling out of her mouth, big breasts heaving, Charlotte still bucking her belly on Bud's head while she drank Scott's rich, furious spurts of relieved delight.
"Ahhh, yeahhh."
"Uhhhh, goiiing."
"Heavennnnn!"
Scott rinsed off huge gobs of liquid male sperm before he turned his attention to Paula. She was like a little rabbit in his hands. She was so turned on to him that he could control her to slow or speed her orgasm as he wished. Her big eyes rested adoringly on him and when he resumed driving her with his tongue, those eyes rolled back in her head her legs widened, her cunt oiled faster and she obediently gave up her sex to him with unmistakable signs of being crazed to please him.
It was only the beginning of the wildest night ever taking place inside GUARDIAN walls. Bud got to fuck Charlotte which put him right in heaven. For the first time in his life he was able to lay his jism between the legs of a truly gorgeous woman. Harv then fucked Charlotte who had impressed him almost as much as she impressed Bud. While Charlotte took the lusting, bucking Harv between her legs she looked over at Scott and rolled her eyes. Scott knew he'd have to make it up to her later.
The others watched as these erotic episodes took place and then Scott and Babs went into the kitchen to root, ostensibly for food, but Scott was entranced with the mellow, rich buttocks of the hefty girl and fucked her ass, laying her over the kitchen table. The bubbly, bouncing Babs loved every second of this new, erotic thrill, pain and all.
After that the party broke up. Babs and Harv wandered out into the city to do some serious drinking before the evening ended. Charlotte escorted Bud Walton back to the Walton apartment, the security man burned out from lust and a little tipsy from the liquor he drank to celebrate his new personality. Afterwards Charlotte saw Scott briefly at the door of the Victorian suite.
"I know you want to finish the night with--that one," she said, nodding her head at the interior. "Just the same I haven't given up a certain lewd interest in your BODY and SOUL. I'll be in town for a couple of days yet."
Scott laughed. "Thanks, Charlotte. I think it's merely infatuation, nevertheless I want to run it out. By no means am I going to jump from Natalie to Paula and commit myself again. Tomorrow night will be all ours."
"Tomorrow," she smiled and kissed him tenderly.
Scott went back to the bedroom where Paula lay in naked splendor, ready for her big involvement of the evening. There was something deeply sexual, some tight bond between them. He was a little crazier to fuck the dark-haired girl than any of the others, but he couldn't put it in words. Maybe it would burn away, maybe not. In love and sex the mind didn't count--you had to follow your hard-ons. And he wasn't going to worry. She was just coming off a bad marriage and he from a major changed in his own lifestyle.
She welcomed him almost shyly, closing her legs to hide her primary sex center and folding her arms over her perky, sexy breasts.
He climbed on top of her, his cock hard and ready.
"I don't know what it is, Paula. I'm just crazy to take you. And take you some more, all night long."
"It's a good way to spend the night," she said mildly.
But when she opened her legs he drove his prick up her slick, tight cunt there was nothing mild about her reaction. She could not form words, just grunts, groans, moans and cries.
"Oh, mmm, eee, ahhhh, uuueeee."
It was almost weird, her total passion unlocked as she twisted and bucked and roiled under him, soft muscles straining, body sweating, heart pumping.
He had barely begun to ream her properly with ecstatic strokes that sent his jism boiling inside of him before she gasped, locked upwards to his belly and came.
It was an unbelievable experience. As he continued to drill the hot, sexy girl she just kept tensing and coming, sometimes falling away to passive panting, her whole body open to his and lost. Then new thrills shook her, her tits harden, her eyes opened and gleamed hotly and she once again bucked and thrust that white-hot cunt along his prick.
"God, you want it, Paula!" he cried. "You want the most fuck a man can deliver."
"You--you-you--" she cried softly.
He lifted up her hips, centered on her tight passage, worked one finger up her asshole and then fucked her with blind, animal fury, driving and drilling into her body as if his life depended on it. The girl keened and throbbed intensely, gloving and sweetly squeezing his cock.
Then he went still in the moment of ultimate glory.
"Oh, Paula. NOW--THIS IS IT. YOU'RE--FUUUUCKED!"
He had to sob as he went into a fabulous freeze of delight and then his cock broke and the wonderful, spuming gushes began, flung up from his toes and bursting into her cunt against her womb wall with terrific back pressure.
"Ah, ah, ah," he went, unloading all his hot white sperm.
It was the key, prime moment of all the sexual events that had swept him along since the day he'd masturbated on Oliva's belly while watching Charlotte being fucked. He twisted and jerked and threw his hot seed into Paula with maddened, luscious delight, no longer the Scott Colby of those days, a different young man entirely.
