Pretty exotic name for a peeping Tom, Michael Le Clair thought to himself as he put down the heavy Encyclopedia he had used to look up the word.
"One who spies, or arranges to spy on the (usually) opposite gender for the express purpose of sexual gratification through masturbation" it had informed him.
Yep, that was him all right.
Michael had always been a "peeping Tom", even as a child.
He could remember enticing his female schoolmates into performing various, seemingly innocent acts that might allow for a peek up their skirt when he was in junior high school. He even got an erection while sitting in the theater during the unforgettable scene in the movie 'Summer of '42' where Hermie is holding a ladder as a perfectly gorgeous woman climbs up to look into her attic, and he sneaks a look up her skirt.
It seemed that any time he could watch a woman, no matter what she was doing at the time, he would become excited, as long as she didn't know she was being watched.
When Michael was fourteen years old, he and his family spent a very special summer in a duplex on lake Sierra.
After registering and following the little map to their duplex-type cottage, he discovered that a pretty mother and daughter were occupying the rental adjoining theirs.
The moment the rest of his family left the cottage to go exploring down by the lake, leaving him behind to "catch up later", Michael had locked himself in the bathroom with every intention of producing a hole in the wall so he could excite himself by spying on the two women next door. As he hunkered down under the free standing sink to search out a suitable location for such an endeavor, he discovered that someone with the same voyeuristic kink that he possessed had beaten him to it.
A large horizontal slot about an inch wide and six inches long had been provided for his viewing pleasure. Michael leaned close to take the slot for a test drive, and sure enough it broke through into the neighbor's bathroom directly under their sink. He explored his field of vision and discovered that in the dim light provided by the open door on the other side he could clearly see the shower stall, a hamper, and the toilet. He could also make out most of the dresser that matched the one on his side. He reasoned that if the lights were off on his side, leaving the bathroom in total darkness, no one would be able to see through from the other side even if they looked directly into it.
It was the perfect peeking device.
Michael trotted down to the lake to find his family, and located them near the little wooden pier. He joined them as they strolled around checking out the prices on paddle-boat rentals and fishing gear. But he couldn't seem to keep his mind on anything except the slot in the bathroom wall that was going to allow him to stare uninterrupted at the women next door as they did whatever it was that females do in a bathroom when they think no one is watching.
He spent a fair amount of time observing them as they showered or took their sweet time putting on make-up.
The daughter usually made several trips in and out of the little room wearing nothing but her underwear, and then would stand with her front pressed up against the edge of the sink as she applied her makeup, giving Michael a prolonged look at her panty covered vagina. Even though the area was bathed in shadow from the sink, he could easily see the wisps of dark pubic hair sprouting from the elastic leg openings near her crotch.
Michael would stare at the triangle of material and masturbate furiously as he fantasized about the exciting portion of the girl's anatomy that was barely concealed beneath. He even caught a glimpse of the mother once as she headed for the shower, the sight of her naked, shifting buttocks exciting him terribly as she stepped past the sink. But he was interrupted by his dad tapping urgently at the door in an effort to get him to come out and "let someone else use the facilities".
But on one memorable occasion, Michael had been treated to a special performances by the daughter, who's name was Amanda.
She was probably in her early twenties and had an exceptional body. After swimming and being ogled by the young men down by the dock who practically fell over each other each time she emerged from the water purposely wiggling her pretty little butt for them, she rubbed a towel over her head to soak up the excess water from her long chestnut hair and then strolled back to her rental, with Mike following at a safe distance. Amanda's mother and the rest of Michael's family were at the recreation center playing shuffle board or some other boring game, so he knew they would be alone in their respective cottages.
As soon as she was inside, Michael raced to his door and quietly slipped into the bathroom. After locking himself in with the lights off, he jerked his pants and underwear down and got into position under the sink. After watching her tease the young men at the dock and seeing how erect her nipples had become inside her bathing suit, he had a suspicion that Amanda was going to do something very interesting on her side of the wall.
She didn't disappoint him.
He listened carefully, and could hear her doing something in the bedroom in what he assumed was her bedroom.
After a couple of minutes she strolled into the bathroom, flicked on the light, and locked the door behind her.
He watched with great interest as Amanda stood near the sink with her back to him. Although he was unable to see anything above her waist from this angle, he surmised from her body movements and the sound of wet material that she was removing the top of her bathing suit. His suspicions were confirmed as the soggy piece of swim wear suddenly appeared, dangling from her fingertips for just a moment before she allowed it to drop to the linoleum floor with a wet slapping sound. Michael's hand went to his erection and he began to masturbate slowly as Amanda hooked her thumbs into the elastic waist band of the remaining half of her suit.
She wriggled her butt deliciously a couple of times, the wet material working down over her round buttocks a little more with each tilt, and then finally sliding down past them altogether.
A huge jolt of sexual excitement raced through Michael as the girl bent completely forward, her wet, milky white buttocks spreading open directly in front of him as she pushed the garment down to her ankles and stepped out of them. For just a moment he was able to gaze directly into her crotch from behind, committing to memory the picture before him.
Amanda's glistening wet explosion of pubic hair lay matted and stuck to the creamy skin in little swirls on either side of her vagina, and ran up the cleft between her luscious buttocks to a point just above her anus where is simply ceased to exist. Then she stood up again, suddenly denying him the nasty view altogether. She snatched a brilliant white towel from the rack and began to dry herself thoroughly as he watched, paying close attention as she cocked one leg out and rubbed the towel back and forth between her thighs before moving it around back, sticking out her rear, and performing a single exciting swipe between her naked buttocks. A moment later she added the towel to the other articles on the floor, turned around and seated herself on the toilet.
Michael had no real interest in observing her as she relieved herself, but in his current state of arousal he wanted to experience everything this girl had to offer. By cocking his head slightly up or down, he discovered that he could see her from a point just above her ankles all the way up to her breasts, and watched as she played with her dark nipples, tweaking and rolling them in her fingers as she urinated rather noisily, the sound of liquid meeting liquid suddenly making him feel the need to relieve himself.
After Michael watched with great interest as she carefully wiped herself in front of him, his intuition concerning this particular spying session proved itself out.
Amanda suddenly scooted herself forward, placing her buttocks on the forward edge and leaning back to rest against the tank. She spread her legs wide, giving Michael a perfect view of her hairy crotch, and began to stroke her inner thighs with her finger tips, lazily slipping her nails up and down the smooth skin from her knees to her crotch for several moments making the muscles in her thighs jump and twitch sexily.
Michael was stroking his stiff penis with more purpose now, his testicles tight with excitement as he witnessed the girl performing the most private of acts.
Amanda moaned and sighed softly as she teased herself, occasionally reaching up with one hand or the other to pinch at her erect nipples. After several minutes of this arousing activity, she used the fingers of her left hand to gently spread the hairy lips of her vagina open, unwittingly exposing it's glistening pink interior to Michael's eager view. Then Amanda teased herself by stroking the insides of her lips with her right index finger, slowly sliding the tip along in the folds of the delicate flesh on either side as her breathy, whimpering sighs increased in tempo. Suddenly she used the finger to scoop up some of the syrupy lubrication that was oozing from deep within her vagina, and inserted it into her mouth. The throaty moan of pleasure that escaped her as she tasted herself sent Michael into a frenzy of masturbation, one hand jerking frantically at his erection and the other massaging his aching testicles.
Amanda's groin began to gyrate obscenely as her buttocks flexed rhythmically against the toilet seat in preparation for the main event. She removed the finger from her mouth and relocated it to her weeping vagina, a little gasp escaping her as she plunged it deep inside of her body. She began to work the finger in and out of herself, and Michael could clearly hear the soft liquid smacking sounds it made each time it slipped inside.
She continued to hump her groin up and down sexily as she held her vagina open and fingered herself, increasing the speed and depth of the insertions as her level of excitement rose.
Michael could feel the familiar buzzing in his crotch, and knew it wouldn't be long before he climaxed. He wanted to slow down, make this experience last as long as possible, but was simply unable to help himself as he abused his penis and testicles mercilessly.
Amanda suddenly added a second finger to the first, and the liquid noises they made as she stabbed them repeatedly into her wet vagina combined with her sexy, lusty moans of pleasure, were almost too much for Michael to bear.
Just as he felt his testicles suck up tightly against his crotch, Amanda's orgasm washed over her, and the sights and sounds he witnessed that day remain with him for the rest of his life.
At the same instant his penis began to convulse, splashing thick jets of sperm across the wall under the sink, Amanda began to talk to herself as if an invisible lover were there with her, her buttocks clenching and relaxing spastically.
Michael almost gave himself away as he ejaculated an enormous amount of fiery sperm, the thick gluts of semen splattering against the wall with almost frightening force.
Then Amanda's orgasm began to recede and she slipped back into a whimpering, almost pitiful whine as she slowed her frantic insertions to an almost gentle in and out motion. Then her thighs closed tightly, clamping her hand between them, and she remained in that pose for perhaps ten seconds.
Michael wondered if she had injured herself in some way and was actually becoming a little concerned that she wouldn't be able to perform like this in the future if that were the case, when Amanda relaxed again, slowly allowing her legs to fall open.
She withdrew the fingers from her now thoroughly drenched vagina, and moved her hand to her mouth, Michael listened as she moaned softly, licking the slick fluid from her fingers. Then she reinserted them deeply, and repeated the vulgar act.
Michael's spent penis was softening dramatically in his sperm covered hand, but he couldn't stop looking at the girl as she enjoyed herself in this manner.
Finally she pulled a long strip of tissue from the roller next to the toilet, wadded it up and carefully wiped her hairy vagina, almost stroking the area lovingly as Michael looked on. Then she sat up straight on the toilet seat, reached around behind her and used the thoroughly soaked tissue to wipe the wetness from between her buttocks several times before dropping the tissue into the bowl and flushing.
Michael watched sadly as she got up from the toilet and left the bathroom, flicking the light switch off as she went. He remained for few moments in his kneeling position beneath the sink, recalling some of the more erotic portions of the wonderful event, then slid himself backward on the floor and got up. After cleaning himself up and straightening out his clothing, he spent a minute or two swiping at the mess on the wall with an old sock he found in the clothes hamper. Then he hurried outside and plunked down in one of the whicker chairs on the front porch.
A few minutes later she emerged.
Amanda offered him a sweet smile before clomping down the steps and making her way toward the recreation room, her delicious buttocks rolling and shifting inside of her tight jeans as she walked.
He was left with an icy-hot feeling of knowing exactly how she acted when she thought no one could see her. That very special feeling would ultimately prove to be the driving force behind a lifetime spent "peeping" at women whenever he could.
Now that he was an adult, he had come up with the ultimate situation for a true voyeur. He would build one of those "adult" motels and outfit the rooms to suit his particular fetishes, complete with two-way mirrors to enable him to watch whatever action took place from a safe distance.
CHAPTER TWO
It was February of 1991 and Michael had secured a loan for his project from a Los Angeles firm that specialized in commercial ventures, using the proceeds from the sale of his beautiful home in west Los Angeles and some healthy bank financing, he began to make his dream come true.
When he had finally made the decision to move to Los Angeles he had been careful to select a house that would provide him with plenty of opportunities for 'peeping' at his female guests. He had built a large changing room (complete with an open shower) onto the southwest corner of the house, to be used by guests who had been invited to enjoy his pool. It was also used by Michael, who had designed the room with many convenient viewing holes and a false wall on two sides that concealed him as he watched the women undress to get into their swim suits, and then later observed them as they stripped off the wet garments and rinsed off in the shower before drying and dressing again. He delighted in throwing pool parties, inviting several couples and as many single females as he could locate.
This behavior was directly attributable to the summer he spent watching the young lady at the lake strip off her wet bathing suit and masturbate so nastily on the toilet as Michael looked on, penis in hand.
The pool parties were given for the express purpose of having several chances to secretly look at the naked women.
Michael was a fairly good looking man, and really didn't have to resort to this sort of behavior to see a woman disrobe as there were plenty of interested young ladies who would willingly show him their bodies. But, it just wasn't the same. For him, the thrill was not in simply seeing a naked female, but rather in looking at her when she thought she was alone, and he had been witness to very arousing occurrences as he gazed through the slots in the walls at this house.
Once, while throwing one of his pool bashes (which enjoyed a certain amount of local fame, (which enjoyed a certain amount of local fame, largely due to the location of his home in relation to the adjacent houses that were at least one hundred feet from his on either side and blocked by ten foot high fencing), he had excused himself from the goings on pool-side to slip into the secret passage that allowed him to peer into the changing room. He was excited about the possibilities after noticing two lovely young girls that had shown up at the party uninvited, strolling hand-in-hand through the door of the little room, locking it behind them.
As he quietly got himself into position, pulling back the tiny cover that opened and closed a vertical slot in the wall and squatting down, his penis became instantly erect at what he saw.
One of the girl's had turned up the volume on the portable radio that rested on top of the low closet, and were embracing one another passionately, their mouths glued together as they slow danced in the center of the tiny room.
One was a tall brunette who appeared to be about twenty years old, with a typically perfect California body. The other girl was perhaps a year younger with gorgeous, wavy red hair and an equally tantalizing figure. They had decided to stand in close proximity to the wall that Michael had chosen to use for his peeping, and the redhead's bikini clad bottom was directly in his line of vision, not two feet away. Because the opening he was utilizing was vertical in shape, he could see everything from their feet to their heads.
As he watched them suck noisily at each others mouths, the brunette began to slide her hands down the other girl's naked back to her swim suit bottom, catching the elastic waist band with her thumbs and jerking the garment down suddenly.
Michael's erection became noticeably stiffer in his pants as the girl's luscious, milky white buttocks popped into view. He quickly stood up. got his pants and underwear down around his ankles and then squatted down again, his knees spread wide apart. His testicles dangled and bounced in the knot of clothing stretched between his ankles as he began to masturbate, stroking his steely erection slowly as he spied on the girl's.
The aggressor's hands glided all over her lover's naked rear, squeezing and massaging the firm round flesh and occasionally pulling the buttocks open enough to allow Michael to look excitedly in between them at the spray of baby fine, auburn hair that occupied the deep valley, along with an arousing glimpse of the girl's wrinkled little anus.
The redhead (and Michael) were treated to this exciting foreplay for several minutes before the brunette disconnected her mouth from her friend's.
She grabbed the chair that occupied one comer and placed it in the center of the room.
The redhead stripped off her suit and sat on the chair with her buttocks on the forward edge. After leaning back and getting herself as comfortable as she could, she spread her legs wide and waited patiently for her girlfriend to join her.
The brunette removed a large towel from the hardwood rack near the shower stall and folded it twice, placing the finished product on the floor in front of the chair. After a quick adjustment of the padding, she positioned herself on her knees between the seated girl's widely spread legs, placed her hands on the creamy insides of her thighs to keep them apart and unceremoniously attached her pretty mouth firmly to the other's vagina, her dark brown hair a striking contrast to the beautiful explosion of long, bright orange pubic hair that covered the younger girl's crotch.
"Ohhhhhhh suck it for me Lisa!" she recipient hissed, keeping her voice low and wiping the dark hair away from her lover's face. She watched the proceedings with a look of total concentration on her pretty face as the brunette slurped at her vagina with long, exaggerated strokes. "You eat my pussy so fucking good, Lisa!" she added, easing her small fingers in on either side of the girl's face and spreading her vagina completely open.
Michael eased his left hand into his crotch and began to play with his testicles, rolling the swelling glands around sexily as he masturbated, his eye glued to the narrow slit in the wall.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shhhhit!" The red head panted as Lisa began to apply her expert tongue directly to her exposed clit, flicking it up and down rapidly and making her thighs and belly twitch deliciously as if she were receiving tiny little electric shocks.
Lisa moved her right hand to the girl's crotch and deftly inserted a slender finger into her slick vagina, fucking it in and out as she continued to orally masturbate her friend for several minutes.
Suddenly, the redhead pulled her hands away from her vagina and grabbed Lisa on both sides of her head, pulling her mouth into her excited crotch and holding it tightly against her as she vibrated with orgasm, biting her lower lip and whimpering loudly. When the intensity of her orgasm had lessened somewhat, she abruptly pushed Lisa's face back away from her hypersensitive clit.
Lisa moved her face to her friend's lower stomach and began to swirl her wet tongue in circles, moving her mouth upwards in a steady motion, thoroughly tonguing and sucking at her navel for several seconds.
Mike watched closely as the smooth skin quivered and danced convulsively under her mouth, causing the redhead to breath in shaky gasps.
When Lisa reached the girl's creamy white breasts she sucked gently at the pink, erect nipples, giving each an erotic tonguing before completing her oral journey at her friend's mouth where she treated the girl to such an incredibly passionate deep kiss that Michael thought his testicles would explode. When their mouths finally parted, he was breathing as if he had just jogged down to the corner and back.
"I love you, Karen." Lisa said, and playfully licked the tip of the girl's nose.
"I love you too, baby." Karen replied, brushing a wisp of hair from Lisa's eyes. "Let's trade places now.
She winked, smiled, and looked affectionately into her lover's eyes before kissing her lightly on the forehead.
Lisa leaned back a little and got up from the towel.
Karen stood up immediately took her place on her knees, carefully positioning herself so that the towel would cushion her.
Lisa quickly stripped naked, affording Michael a wonderful view of her spectacular, naked rear before stepping over the chair and positioning herself as Karen had, buttocks on the forward edge of the chair and legs spread wide, exposing her visibly wet bush of nearly black pubic hair for her girlfriend.
Karen leaned in very close to Lisa's crotch and moved her face in a circular motion, letting the very tips of Lisa's pubic hair brush against her nose and lips.
"I love the way your pussy smells, Lisa." she confessed, and moved her hands to join her mouth, carefully spreading Lisa's vagina to expose the bright pink, passion slicked interior.
Mike could plainly hear the exciting sounds as Karen kissed the wet, shiny lips several times before repositioning her hands to hold her friend's vagina wide open. She began to lap delicately at the sensitive inner lips like a kitten laps at a saucer of milk, moving her open mouth rapidly up and down, barely touching the delicate folds of skin as she flicked the tip of her tongue teasingly with lightning speed all over Lisa's excited vagina, appearing to be purposely avoiding the area close to her protruding clitoris.
Lisa had a breast in each hand and was giving herself a very sexy massage, tweaking her cinnamon nipples and moaning softly as her friend lovingly tortured her vagina.
After several long minutes of this intense teasing, Karen finally applied the flat of her tongue to her friend's erect clit, sliding it slowly across the little button of hard, erect flesh and making Lisa's thighs clamp down violently on her shoulders.
One of Lisa's hands flew to her mouth and covered it, as Karen began to methodically slurp her tongue across the swollen organ, bobbing her head up and down as she pleasured her lover.
Lisa's orgasm was on her in a flash.
Michael thought she might injure herself the way she suddenly began to abuse the breast and nipple she was groping with her left hand as her climax ripped through her body.
Karen held on beautifully, locking her mouth onto Lisa's wet vagina as the woman jerked and shuddered frantically for several seconds.
Mike listened to her muffled groans, and watched with great interest as she experienced her orgasm, finally removing her hand from her mouth and gently disconnecting Karen's mouth from her crotch.
"Mmmmmmm . ... mmmm. ... mmmmmm. " was all Lisa seemed able to utter, and she reached down quickly to cover her crotch protectively with both hands.
Karen's face was drenched with her friend's lubrication, and she wiped the backs of her hands across her lips and cheeks as she looked up at Lisa.
Neither girl said anything more.
They simply held each other tightly for several moments, ending the passionate embrace with a loving kiss before quickly getting back into their swim suits and leaving the little room to rejoin the party outside.
Michael, on the other hand, had to spend a considerable amount of time trying to think of something other than what he had just witnessed, in the hope that his world class erection would deflate sufficiently to allow him to mingle comfortably with his guests without raising too many eyebrows.
On other occasions, the private 'showings" included watching an average looking young lady in her early twenties masturbate a much older, uncircumcised man she had just met that day while sipping drinks near the big brick barbecue.
Mike got quite a kick out of seeing the girl's face when the man pulled down his white nylon swim suit and produced his rather impressive penis. After stepping out of his trunks, he sat down on the chair and spread his hairy thighs wide.
The young lady had obviously never seen an uncut penis before, and spent several minutes simply inspecting the odd looking organ, squealing delightedly as her immature fondling and almost childish interest produced a respectable erection, causing the head of the man's penis to sprout from the loose folds of skin.
"Check it out!" she had said, eyes wide and total amazement in her voice. "I've never seen anything like this before! How totally cool!" she added, then began to stroke it for him carefully, as if this special brand of penis were somehow more fragile than the every day, garden variety organ.
The man reached down and helped himself to a handful of the girl's breast, groping her harshly through her bikini top.
But in her mesmerized state, she hardly seemed to notice as she stroked the thick penis, gazing at it like a bird hypnotized by a cobra.
After perhaps ten minutes of her clumsy, immature masturbation technique which was done for the most part with her tongue protruding childishly from the corner of her mouth, the man grunted something and stiffened, his erection producing a rather small amount of sperm that dribbled impotently over the young lady's hand.
"Bummer." the girl lamented flatly, a look of disappointment on her tanned face. "Is that all it does?" she asked, looking questioningly at the embarrassed owner as his penis quickly deflated in her hand, the previously proud head now retreating back into the folds of skin. She gave the flaccid organ a few more half-hearted strokes before carefully allowing it to hang in his crotch. After rinsing her hands under the shower nozzle, she straightened her bikini top and simply exited the changing room without offering so much as a "Catch ya' later." to the poor guy who had just been thoroughly humiliated by her insensitive remarks.
The man got back into his swim trunks and hung around inside the little room for several more minutes, obviously unwilling to face her again. He finally took a deep breath and stepping back out into the pool area. The cheerless fellow spent the rest of the afternoon avoiding the young lady, who seemed to have forgotten the whole affair.
Needless to say, Michael had observed a veritable smorgasbord of sexual activity through the years.
The man who designed the motel, which Michael had decided to call Fantasy Land, didn't seem the least bit suspicious when he had insisted on a six foot wide hallway to be included in the plans, the extra 'storage" area to run the length of the building and involve a common wall with all of the rooms in the single story structure.
Michael specified low wattage lighting in the ceiling of the hallway, explaining that he didn't require standard light fixtures, since it was just a simple storage room.
Construction was finally completed in June with the erection of a huge sign with the Fantasy Land logo splashed across it in bright blue lettering.
Then Michael went to work by himself in the two weeks before the official opening of the motel, making some very interesting additions to the rooms.
In each of the ten rooms he installed two-way mirrors, choosing strategic positions in the wall shared by his secret hallway. He also installed a network of sensitive remote microphones with a jack for each on his side of the wall. He then purchased a high quality video camera and tripod that was light and mobile so that he could quickly and easily relocate it to any of the mirrors that he wanted. When he and his camera were in place, he could simply plug a connector cord from the cam-corder to the jack in the wall and record sound as well as video. His final task was to install a false door just inside the first door that was located in his office/apartment, to create the illusion of a small closet, in case anyone were to look inside.
Michael then did some heavy advertising, and waited for the action to begin.
Since he lived in the building, he was almost always the one to check guests in, the only exceptions being the regular part-time shift worked by a young Latina woman he had hired.
She was not privy to his viewing area, and so simply worked her shift and went home, none the wiser for having been there.
He cleaned the rooms himself, so there was no need for a maid.
He had installed large, very suggestive menu's on the walls over the beds, to help his customers get into the mood of the particular room they were using for the two hours allotted to them when paying for the visit. All of the rooms were equipped with toys which varied in nature according to the particular room they had been "assigned" to.
Room No. I was the "bad little girl" room, and was equipped with soft suede whips that would sting slightly, but not cause any great discomfort to the recipient. On the wall was a collection of stiff leather paddles, sheep-skin lined hand-cuffs, and other implements to be used by the sturdier patrons who leaned more toward truly "disciplining" their mates, rather than playful spanking. The placard in that room alluded to the fact that spanking can be "A very erotic change from every day foreplay!" in the hopes that the shy patrons who were forced to rent that room because it happened to be the "Only one that is available right now", or because "The others haven't been cleaned yet", might become aroused by the idea. In this way Michael could pick and choose from the patrons, and perhaps get to watch a pretty young gal that turned him on get her bare bottom warmed for the very first time.
Other rooms were equipped with a variety of objects to set the mood.
One room was furnished with a black board and three desks to simulate a school room and suggest a fantasy student/teacher encounter.
One sported a hanging chair, with strategically arranged cut-outs in the seat to allow creative fucking. Another was furnished with odd shaped chairs and a padded sawhorse, to be used for whatever the occupants could think up.
Still another was nothing more than a huge, open shower that Michael hoped would prompt people to get naked and play under the nozzles while soaping each other's body.
There was, of course, a small bed in each room to be used by those who simply didn't wish to make use of the specialty accouterments.
All of the rooms were equipped with televisions that played xxx-rated movies for the duration of the couple's stay, the subject matter being decided on by Michael and furthering the chances of the patron's performing in the manner that he wished. If they were in the spanking room, he would play video selections depicting erotic spanking, showing plenty of obvious pleasure from the girl involved to induce the chosen couple to at least try it.
Each unit was also furnished with a small desk and chair.
He had everything prepared just the way he wanted it, and lived the life most voyeurs can only dream about.
Michael was indeed a very happy guy.
CHAPTER THREE
On opening day, Michael was puttering around in his apartment arranging some new furniture that he had had delivered when he heard a strange buzzing sound, realizing a moment later that it was the electronic eye on the office door that announced someone in the waiting room.
He would get very used to that harsh sound in the years to come.
Suddenly, he felt a surge of sexual excitement at the prospect of watching his first customers please each other in one of his "private" rooms. He hurried into the office, barking his shin of the coffee table in his haste.
"Hi!" he said enthusiastically as he stepped into the office. "Can I help you?"
"Hello." the young man greeted him. "I'd like a room, please."
Michael judged him to be around nineteen or twenty years old.
"All by yourself?" he asked him, trying not to sound too disappointed.
"No." the man answered, shaking his head slightly. "My girlfriend is waiting in the car. She was too embarrassed to come in."
"Ahhh...." Michael replied, more than a little relieved. "of course. But I'm afraid she'll have to come in so I can check her I.D. to make sure that she's at least eighteen." He pointed to the large sign he had posted on the wall that stated what he had just explained to the young man. Then he made a mental note to post it outside to avoid the hassle of having to explain it people again. "Today's our opening day, and you happen to be my very first customer." he informed the young man. "Do you just want to use the room for the standard two hours for thirty-five dollars....or would you like to take advantage of the three hour special for ten dollars more?"
"No, two hours will be fine." the man answered. "I'll go get my girlfriend."
Michael watched him leave the office and walk out to his car where a cute little blonde girl was waiting.
The youngster spoke animatedly to the girl through the passenger side window for several moments, then helped her out of the car.
"Hello there." Michael greeted her as she stepped through the door. "Are you eighteen?" he asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
"Yes, Sir. I just turned eighteen last month." she said proudly, and produced a driver's license for his approval.
He looked it over quickly, and handed it back to her.
"That's fine. Would you please fill out this card for me?" he asked the young man, pushing the registration unit to him. It was a molded black plastic affair with a pen attached by a metal bead chain and blank information cards on the face.
As the customer was doing as he was asked, Michael had time to look the girl over and decide what room to put them in.
She really was a cute little gal, with long blond hair that flowed over her shoulders, and perky little breasts that stood up nicely under her bright yellow sun dress. He decided to put them in the room with the oddly shaped furniture, and see how inventive they were.
The young man finished registering and slid the card holder back to Michael, who glanced at the information and nodded his approval.
"Everything looks fine here Mister. ... Johnson." Michael said. "That'll be thirty-seven dollars and forty-five cents, including tax." he added, and then waited while the young man fished around in his back pocket, finally producing a wallet.
He sorted through the bills and handed over two twenties.
Michael got his change for him, and dangled a key on a bright green plastic fob in front of him.
"Room number eight, folks. I'll start the movie for you. Enjoy yourselves." he informed them cheerfully. He turned away and opened a drawer on the right side of the counter to select a video for them.
The couple left, and Michael was left in silence again. He shoved a particularly nasty movie into the VCR, pushed the play button, and made his way around the counter to the front door. He put up his "Please ring bell for service" sign with a cartoon of a weary traveler shaking a bell as big as a lunch box, locked the office door, and made a bee-line for the secret hallway.
CHAPTER FOUR
After quietly closing the inner door behind him, Michael made his way down the dimly lit hallway to the two-foot by two-foot square two-way mirror he had installed in the room. The video camera was standing at the end of the hallway and he walked quietly to it, bringing the unit back to window number eight. It didn't take him more than ten seconds to plug in the microphone, point, focus, and turn it on. The rooms were somewhat small, and so he was no more than ten or twelve feet away from the occupants at any given time. He sat in one of the fold up chairs that he had positioned in front of each window and settled down to enjoy the 'show".
The couple had already entered the room.
The man was fiddling with the TV and Michael could see just enough of the screen to make out what was happening in the video. A young looking girl was moaning lustily as two sweating, grunting males fucked her front and rear.
After adjusting the volume to his liking, the young man turned and faced his girlfriend, who sitting demurely on the edge of the bed and looking quizzically around the room at all of the strange looking furniture that was obviously intended to be used while fucking.
"Pretty cool place, huh?" he said, and stepped toward her.
"Yeah...." she agreed. "I never knew places like this existed, Donny. Where'd you get the money for it? That's a lot of money to spend for a couple of hours at a motel. You could have fucked me anywhere you wanted to for free."
"I know. But I wanted to get nasty with you this time Pam, and so I brought you here." he confessed.
"What do you mean, nasty?" she asked, casting a wary eye on him and injecting a little caution into her voice.
"You know ... nasty." he said, and shrugged his shoulders. He turned and looked at the TV. The camera-man was providing wonderful close-up views of the action. "Like that." he said, and pointed to the screen.
Pam glanced at the television.
"Look at that girl" she exclaimed. "She's letting those guys fuck her at the same time! I'd be way to embarrassed to let them do that to me."
"No you wouldn't. Not after you got good and horny like I'm gonna get you." he stated. Donny reached down, grabbed her by the hand and helped her stand. He suddenly kissed her fiercely, moving his hands to her rear where he clumsily groped and massaging her buttocks through her clothes.
Apparently that was the sort of lewd behavior that got Pam going. She moved her arms up around his neck and pressed her hips into him.
Donny started to work her dress up in the back, using his fingers to gather it a fold at a time.
Michael watched with mounting excitement as the material went higher and higher, finally exposing Pam's brilliant white panties.
When Donny had the entire back of her dress scootched up to her waist he resumed his rough groping, crudely working the thin material of her panties tightly in between her round young buttocks as she humped herself against him urgently.
Mike was so interested in what was happening to the girl's butt, that he didn't notice her move her mouth to his neck and begin construction on a vicious hickey. He finally glanced up and saw what was happening. Michael had never actually watched anyone receive a hickey, and found this to be a very arousing sight when coupled with serious, nasty butt groping.
After a few minutes of this arousing activity, Donny suddenly turned Pam around and gently urged her to bend all the way over, tucking his left hand round her lower belly and pressing between her shoulder blades with the other.
"Stay like that for a minute, Pam." Donny instructed. He grabbed the chair and pulled it over to where she stood bent over, her dress hiked up around her waist and her pantied clad rear completely exposed. he parked the chair close to her rear and plunked himself down in it.
"Donny....what are you gonna do?" she asked, still obeying him and remaining it her compromising position.
Because of her willingness to hold that pose for Donny, Michael thought it quite obvious that she wanted him to get "nasty" with her.
Donny didn't give her any time to change her mind as he suddenly jerked her panties down to her knees and pressed his mouth to her hairy crotch, holding her by the hips as he began to clumsily tongue the girl's vagina from behind.
"Ohhhhh shit, Donny! Why didn't you do this to me before?" she asked, panting nicely now and squirming her butt back into his face a little.
Donny didn't answer.
He simply continued to lap noisily at her furry vagina, cocking his head this way and that for better access.
Michael watched with great interest as the girl was treated to this exciting sexual act, and then received an even bigger thrill as Donny suddenly moved his mouth upward and began to lick hungrily between Pam's delicious looking buttocks.
"Donny don't do that!" she complained and tried to pull herself away from him.
But he had a firm grip on her hips and held her tightly, pressing his eager mouth even tighter in between the embarrassed girl's buttocks, his throat working rhythmically as he swabbed his tongue around.
"Come on, Donny!" she protested again, but with less conviction than before.
Donny suddenly moved his mouth down again and resumed licking feverishly at her vagina, producing a low, throaty moan of appreciation from the girl.
"Mmmmmmm mmmmmm that's soooo good, baby...." she praised him, holding very still for him again as he pleasured her.
Michael could see the wetness between her smooth buttocks, and this arousing sight caused him to get out of his chair, work his clothing down around his ankles and then sit again, thighs spread and his hand stroking his stiff erection and stopped her.
Donny eased his mouth upward this time, licking and slurping his tongue over the entire hairy area as he slowly worked his way up to her rear again.
This time there was no complaint from Pam as Donny gently tongued her sensitive anus, pulling his face away occasionally to look at the object of his oral efforts before leaning in and licking her again. She simply stood there in the requested position, moaning softly as she experienced the delightful sensation of a warm, wet tongue slurping around between her buttocks.
After several minutes of this exciting activity, Donny decided that it was his turn.
Michael's erection had begun to ooze a good deal of slick lubrication as he stroked himself rhythmically, and his testicles grew tighter with each change in the couple's game plan.
Donny provided Pam's wet rear with a final energetic licking that made her groan out loud, then pulled his face away and stood up.
"Donnyyyyy!" she whined. "Don't stop, baby!"
"Just for a few minutes, Pam. I promise. I want you to do that to me." he told her, and started unbuckling his belt. "I'll do it for you again." he assured her.
"Okay." she agreed reluctantly, pulling her panties up and straightening her dress.
They switched places, with Donny standing in front, and Pam sitting on the chair.
His pants had been undone, and were hanging loosely on him.
Pam worked them down to his knees, along with his underwear.
"Bend over." she directed.
Donny immediately complied.
Pam simply stared wide-eyed at his dangling testicles and spread buttocks for several moments.
"I've never seen you like this, Donny." she confessed, leaning forward and inspecting the testicles at close range. The sight was obviously arousing for her and she began to caress his buttocks, sliding her smooth hands all over his skin, occasionally spreading him to peer inside with an interested look on her pretty face. She suddenly leaned forward, cocked her head to the right, and provided him with a few tentative licks to the back of his scrotum.
Mike stood up carefully and zoomed the cameras in on this action.
Donny moaned and she instantly pulled away.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, a look of genuine concern on her pretty face.
"Of course not, Pam. That felt great! Go ahead ... lick my balls for me."
"All right." she said, and leaned forward again.
This time when Donny moaned, Pam kept her face wedged against the back of his crotch as she swabbed her wet tongue all over his sensitive testicles.
After a full minute of having his testicles licked, Donny got impatient.
"Lick my ass now, Pam. Just like I did for you, okay?"
All right, Donny." she agreed, and moved her face upward. She peered in between his spread buttocks for several seconds before taking a huge breath, exhaling loudly, and pressing her young face against him.
The lusty moan that escaped Donny as Pam's hot little tongue brushed back and forth across his anus was so moving, that Michael had to stop masturbating and let himself calm down a little in order to keep himself from climaxing before the show was over.
Pam continued to lick at her boyfriend's anus for several minutes, her throat flexing with the effort of her actions. Then, she abruptly moved her face down again and gently sucked one of Donny's swelling testicles into her warm mouth, moving her hands to his naked hips and holding him very still as she worked on the gland. A few moments later she allowed it to slip out of her mouth and scrabbled around, pressing her face even deeper into his crotch until she succeeded in capturing the remaining testicle, drawing it into her mouth and treating it to the same exciting tonguing.
Michael had resumed his masturbation, moving his hand up and down with measured strokes as he watched what the girl was doing.
Then she began to alternate her efforts, suddenly moving her mouth up to Donny's rear and licking between his buttocks, and then quickly moving down again to swab his testicles with her tongue.
Donny was breathing in quick, jerky gulps and trying to hold himself still as Pam worked on his naked crotch and butt. Then he moved his hand to the front of himself and began to masturbate as Pam licked and sucked so deliciously at him from behind.
She noticed the rhythmic pumping movement and suddenly pulled away, giving him a stinging slap on his naked butt.
"You stop that right now, Donny Martin!" she scolded. "You better not make yourself squirt or I'll be totally pissed at you!"
"I won't, Pam. I'm just making it feel better." Donny informed her. Then he stood up and turned around to face her, his penis waving around stiffly. "Wanna watch me?" he asked hopefully.
"All right. But don't you dare squirt, Donny." she warned, shaking her finger at him.
"I won't, I won't." he promised, then quickly stripped naked as she watched him. "Why don't you take off your clothes off, Pam."
"Okay.." she agreed, and got out of the chair. She pulled her dress up over her head and arranged it on the back of the chair so it wouldn't wrinkle. Then she stripped her panties down and stepped out of them, tossing the flimsy garment on the seat of the chair.
Michael's hand quickened suddenly as his eyes slid all over the girl's nubile body. He drank in the smooth young flesh of her breasts, the hint of baby fat still evident on her lower belly and hips, and the luscious thighs with their deep tan.
Donny climbed onto the small bed that occupied one side of the room. After laying down on his back and propping himself with pillows, he began to masturbate slowly.
Pam positioned herself on the foot of the bed, sitting cross-legged and watching his hand as he stroked his stiff penis for her.
"I've never seen anybody do that before." she confessed to him, her eyes wide with interest.
This simple knowledge apparently made Donny feel even more lewd, and he decided to talk dirty to her as he performed.
"Do you like watching me jack off?" he asked her, his voice becoming husky with passion.
"Yeah....I do, Donny." she answered him, and squirmed a little on the bed. "Some time, I want to watch you jack off like this until you squirt, Okay. I want to know what it looks like when it shoots out of your cock. But not this time." she cautioned, and shook her finger at him again.
"Hey...." he said. "I'll pull down my pants and jack off for you any time you want me to, Pam." he promised, and began to masturbate with more purpose at the thought of doing this on request at some future date.
Pam watched him carefully as his hairy balls bounced wildly with each stroke of his hand. Every few seconds, she would glance at his face, and see the odd look of passion and determination he displayed as he masturbated.
"What do you think about when you jack off, Donny? I mean....do you think about a girl's pussy or somethin'?"
"Well...." he began, panting slightly with the effort. "Sometimes I just think about some girl in my head. Ya' know ... naked. Sometimes I imagine I'm fucking a girl....or maybe she's sucking on my cock for me."
"Do you ever think about me when you jack off?' She lowered her gaze now, obviously embarrassed by her bold question.
"All the time, Pam!" he answered. "I think about what it would feel like to fuck you in different ways ... like on your hands and knees or maybe with all your clothes on except pulled down a little so I could get my cock into you. That kind of stuff."
"Really Donny? Do you think about me when you jack off?'
"Yeah....really, Pam." he assured her.
That seemed to satisfy her, and she turned her attention back to his penis as he stroked himself for her.
Suddenly Donny stopped stroking his penis and let it slap against his lower stomach.
"Ooooooh ... that was close." he exclaimed, flexing his legs with the pent up tension of his interrupted orgasm. "Good thing I stopped, or you'd have gotten your wish to see me squirt."
Pam looked at his erection. It was throbbing ominously in time with his heartbeat.
"Can I watch you now?" Donny asked..
"Ohhhhh ... no way, Donny. I'd be way to embarrassed to do that in front of you!" Pam squealed, intentionally lacking any real conviction in her voice. "Besides, I don't even play with myself when I'm alone." she said, and looked at her feet.
"Bullshit!" he accused, and laughed a little. "Everybody masturbates, Pam. Everybody. Even little babies. Besides, you thought that you'd be too shy to let me suck your pussy and butt, too, but you liked it when I did, didn't you?" he prodded.
"Well, yeah....I liked it, but this is....different, Donny. I don't know if I could do that in front of you." she admitted, then looked down again.
"I'll tell you what...." he offered. "You just come up here and lay back so I can look at your pussy, and we'll see how you feel, okay?"
"All right." she agreed, and switched places with him.
Mike couldn't wait to watch her play with that pretty little vagina and zoomed in on her golden crotch when she was in position.
"What do you want me to do now?" she asked.
"Just put your hand on your pussy, and rub around a little for me while I watch you, Pam." he instructed. She did as he asked, moving her right hand down and laying it on her pubic mound.
"Spread your legs more so I can see better, Pam. I want to look at your pussy." Donny said.
Again she complied, spreading her smooth thighs wide apart for him. She pulled her knees up a little and began to stroke her pubic hair a little, definitely getting in a nasty mood again. Her perfect little breasts with their hard nipples were rising and falling gently as her breath quickened.
"That's it, Pam...." Donny encouraged her. "lemme see you get real nasty with yourself."
Her hand began to move on her vagina with a more definite pattern and rhythm. In a few moments she was masturbating beautifully for him, her breath coming in shaky pulls as her finger almost vibrated against her clitoris.
"Tell me what you think about when you masturbate, Pam." Donny prodded, his eyes glued to her crotch.
"I think about seein' a guys dick when it's real hard, like yours is right now." she confessed, glancing at his stiff penis. "I imagine sucking on it ... or maybe just touching it."
"Do you like my cock?" he asked her, a definite nasty quality in his voice.
"Ohhhh yes, Donny....I love your cock." Pam said, and increased the speed of her hand, her finger tips making little liquid snapping noises as she moved them back and forth rapidly against the slick skin. Her head was bent forward with the intensity of her masturbation, her eyebrows furrowed with the effort. She continued in this way for several minutes as Donny (and Michael) enjoyed the highly erotic display, finally slowing her hand to a frustrated squeezing, massaging motion and moaning softly to herself.
"You see, Pam...." Donny said. "You liked playing with your pussy in front of me. I knew you would." Michael could see clearly see the wetness on her fingers, and the thought of all that young juice made his testicles ache all the more.
"You're right, Donny...." She breathed to him. "I did like doing that in front of you. But I'm sooooo horny, I really need you to fuck me right now, okay?" She sat up and looked around the room, her pretty eyes darting from right to left as she sized up the different pieces of furniture. A moment later they fell on a large, padded sawhorse with handles sticking out of it. "There...." she pointed at the contraption, giving her crotch another comforting squeeze. "I want you to fuck me on that thing, Donny." she announced, and worked her way off of the bed.
Mike looked on, almost rubbing his hands together with delicious anticipation at the thought of watching this pretty little gal getting her vagina worked on while riding "The horse", as he referred to that particular piece of equipment.
Pam walked over to the leather covered object and stroked its soft cross-piece, noticing the leather covered handles that stuck straight out from on either side. She suddenly mounted the device as a rider might mount a horse. She scooted her crotch down to the end and lowered her upper torso until her chest was resting on the padded bar, a breast on either side. She then placed her feet on the supports and grabbed the forward struts with her hands, looking exactly like a naked jockey in the heat of a thoroughbred race. When she had adjusted herself and was comfortable, she looked over at Donny.
"Fuck me fuck me really hard, Donny." she invited. Pam turned her head forward again, took a deep breath, and waited for him to accommodate her needs.
Donny fished around in his pants pocket for a moment and produced a small packet. He quickly opened it and fitted the condom over his stiff penis with no trouble. Then he walked over and knelt at the end of the horse that supported her crotch, and began to lap at the girl's spread vagina as a prelude to fucking it.
Mike adjusted his camera, and went back to stroking himself again.
"Ohhhhhhh, Donny." Pam crooned to him. "Lick my pussy, baby ... oooooo ... like that ... just like that ... Don't stop, baby....please don't stop!"
Donny had no intention of stopping just yet, and began to thrash his tongue all over the outside of the girl's wet, hairy vagina.
"Oh baby! You make my pussy feel so gooood ... Mmmmm ... mmmm....don't stop baby, don't stop." she encouraged. "Lick my butthole again, Donny." she demanded. "It makes me feel so nasty when you stick your tongue in my butt."
Donny used his palms to roughly spread her luscious young buttocks as far apart as they would go. He held them open and took his time inspecting the entire area between them.
This gave Michael a perfect chance to get a good look at that part of Pam's lovely anatomy as she lay in such a vulgar, exciting pose. He leaned toward the window, penis in hand, and watched closely at what happened next.
"Ohhhhh Donny.." Pam panted, "you're making me so fucking hot doing nasty stuff like that to me! Do you like it, baby? Do you like to spread my butt open and look at me?" She was humping herself rhythmically into the leather padding now as Donny held her buttocks apart.
"Why don't you lick my butthole for me, baby? I wanna feel your tongue in my butthole again .just like you did before only deeper, Donny. Much deeper." Donny suddenly leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. He allowed it to protrude stiffly from his mouth as he began to slip the tip in and out of the little pink hole in Pam's crudely spread rear.
"OHHHHHH DONNY! Ohhh yesss, baby! That's what I want to feel! That's the way I want you to do it! Ohhh lick it for me ... fuck my asshole with your tongue! That's so good ... that's so fucking good....your tongue feels so fucking gooood in my asshole, Donny....I can feel your tongue all the way up inside of my butt, baby."
Michael thought he had never witnessed anything so intensely nasty and exciting as this before, and was thrilled when he discovered that he could actually see Donny's tongue slip in and out of Pam's tight little anus as he bobbed his head slowly up and down.
Ohhhhhh ... ohhhh, Donny." she ranted as he slithered his tongue in and out of her young anus.
He suddenly switched to licking her again, repeatedly slurping his tongue along the entire length of the hot valley between her naked buttocks from her drooling vagina to her tailbone in long, lazy strokes.
"Noooooo baby...." she pleaded. "No more ... no more ... no more! I can't take anymore, Donny! Fuck me now...." she begged him. "pleeease fuck my pussy now, baby."
Donny rubbed her wet anus with the pad of his right thumb for several more seconds, making Pam groan lustily before standing up. He discovered that her vagina was exactly in line with his straining penis, the unit having been built with an average mans' height in mind. He also noticed the handles that were sticking out conveniently near Pam's waist on either side of the main cross-bar that Pam was laying on. Donny grabbed his steely erection and pressed the tip against Pam's swollen vagina, sliding it up and down the oozing slit until it began to slip inside of her. He then held his body still as he leaned forward and grasped a handle in each hand to steady himself.
"Are you ready, Pam?" he asked the trembling girl.
"Ohhhhh yessss fuck me hard, Donny." she demanded, and gripped the struts tightly in anticipation.
Donny waited for several more seconds, the head of his penis poised just inside of the girl's weeping vagina before suddenly plunging into her, grunting loudly as he buried the entire length of his stiff organ deeply up inside of Pam's body in one lightning quick thrust.
"UHHHHHHH!" she almost shouted as his erection slammed into her. Pam held on for dear life as Donny began to thrust his granite-like penis in and out of her with lunatic speed, his testicles slapping harshly against her hairy crotch as he fucked as violently as he could.
"Ohhhhh!. ... ohhhhhh!. ... ohhhhhh!. ... ohhhhhh!" she moaned loudly, her voice wavering each time he jolted his groin into her crotch.
"Fuck me, Donny!" she wailed at him, as he pounded himself into her slobbering vagina. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!
Mike sat with his mouth hanging open, his eyes open wide as the wild scene unfolded before him.
Suddenly Pam snapped her head around and looked back over her shoulder at Donny.
"I'm gonna come, baby! I'm gonna come right now!" she almost growled. Pam pressed her cheek into the padding on the cross-bar, closed her eyes tightly and clutched the forward struts in a death grip as Donny suddenly began to jackhammer his penis in and out of her sweaty body, his naked buttocks clenching spastically as he banged away.
Pam started to make a strange, whiny sound that quickly evolved into an almost painful, throaty shriek.
"UHHHHhhhh! UHHHHhhhh!..................
UHHHHhhhhh!" she grunted as orgasm crashed down on her.
Mike could see her young thighs clenching and relaxing uncontrollably as he climaxed.
Her orgasm triggered Donny's and he leaned forward, pressing his stomach against her smooth, sweaty slicked back as he humped and jerked against her, emptying his testicles into her vagina.
After several moments they both began to calm down and Donny's spastic fucking mellowed to a slow, even rocking motion, gently sliding himself in and out of Pam's vagina as the last of his sperm emptied from his testicles. Soon, he stopped moving completely and they rested, their heavy breathing being the only sound recorded on the softly whirring camcorder.
Several more moments slipped by before Donny stood up and withdrew his softening penis from Pam's abused vagina. He then squatted down and pulled her buttocks open with his thumbs.
Pam moaned wearily at the sensation, but didn't resist.
Donny leaned in and gave her glistening anus a final, meaningful tonguing before standing and walking over to the bed. He sat down heavily and looked over at his girlfriend who was still mounted on the leather device.
"Ohhhhhh that was in-fucking-credible, Donny." Pam praised. "We have to do this again sometime." she said matter-of-factly, and eased herself off of the horse. She walked to where he was sitting, trying to remove the condom without losing to much pubic hair in the process.
When he succeeded in removing the condom and had tossed it into the waste basket, Pam suddenly got down on her knees and leaned forward, gently spreading his thighs with her hands.
She smiled warmly at him before leaning in and sucking the limp organ into her warm, slippery mouth. Michael watched excitedly as the girl swished her tongue all over Donny's soft penis, apparently "cleaning" it for him.
Donny stroked the girl's long hair affectionately as she sucked lovingly at his penis, "Oooooohing" and "Ahhhhhhing" appreciatively when she would provide him with an especially good swirl of her tongue. When she had finished, his penis was almost fully erect again, and Pam's nipples appeared to have become stiff from her efforts.
"How come you never did that to me before, Pam?" he asked her.
"Prob'ly because I've never been this fucking horny before." she answered, and plucked a hair from the tip of her tongue. "Can you fuck me again, Donny?" she asked, looking up into his face with hope in her eyes.
"Prob'ly." he said. "If you let me lick you like you did in the beginning."
"Okay!" she answered with an excited nod of her head. "How do you want me, baby?"
"Back on that leather thing." he answered, and watched as she mounted the contraption once more.
When Pam was situated once more in exactly the same position, Donny sat down in the chair and positioned himself directly behind her. He placed his hands on her smooth buttocks and spread Pam's rear open as far as he could again. He spent a good twenty minutes licking and tongue fucking the grateful young lady's exposed anus and vagina while Michael watched from behind the "mirror" and masturbated to a glorious orgasm.
CHAPTER FIVE
Thirty minutes later, Michael was back in his office playing the innocent manager when the young couple drove out of the parking lot. He hooked the portable phone to his belt clip and walked down to the storage room where the cleaning cart, complete with fresh sheets and bathroom supplies, was kept. After wrestling the cart out onto the walkway, he pushed it down to the room that had just been used for the first time. As he opened the door and stepped inside he could actually smell the sex hanging in the air.
Michael pulled the little cart inside and went to work getting the room ready for the next customers.
He straightened up the rumpled bed, but didn't change the bedding since it had not been actually used. When he was finished he went to the "horse" and decided that it was probably a good idea to give it a good cleaning after it had been so well used. But before doing that, he couldn't resist taking a closer look at the area where Pam's young vagina had been in contact with the leather. There was a definite, visible smear there and he unconsciously looked around before bending over to smell it. He was surprised at how well the soft leather preserved the girl's sweet scent. He decided to go ahead and take care of the rest of the cleaning, and then took one last, lingering whiff of the fresh scent from Pam's crotch. He then cleaned the leather thoroughly and returned the cart to the little supply room before making his way to the office.
About two hours later, Michael was watching a rerun of Gilligan's Island on the little television in his apartment when the office buzzer went off again.
As he rounded the comer and entered the office, he discovered a man and woman standing at the counter, the female apparently not shy at all about being at a motel designed expressly for nasty sexual encounters.
She had a large purse slung from her shoulder and was looking around the new office, apparently trying to decide whether or not the small sofa near the table that supported the free coffee and doughnuts matched the indoor-outdoor carpeting.
The man was perhaps twenty-five years old, and the lady maybe twenty-two.
Both were in great shape and looked as though they worked out every day.
Michael saw wedding rings on both people and decided instantly to put them in the shower room.
"Hi there!" he said as he exited the apartment and appeared in the doorway.
His greeting startled the woman and she jerked suddenly, clapping a hand between her large breasts in her surprise. She was wearing a stretchy white tank-top that sported a caricature of Richard Nixon with a huge penis for a body along with the slogan: "I just love a Tricky Dick" written in splashes of cartoon sperm, and fashionably faded jeans. Her wavy, jet black hair set off her pretty blue eyes perfectly. She looked at Michael with obvious embarrassment at being caught off guard.
"Sorry if I scared you." he apologized.
"No, that's okay." she said. "I was just day dreaming, and I didn't expect you to just pop out like that." She smiled a little, and took a deep breath.
Michael smiled back.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Yes...." the man answered, chuckling at his wife's reaction, "we'd like a room, please."
Michael had the man fill out a registration card, and after making change for a two hour stay produced a key for room number four.
The couple left the office.
After making the necessary preparations, Michael also left the office.
CHAPTER SIX
"Hey Honey. Check out this shower stall!" the woman exclaimed as she walked to the threshold where the carpet changed to tile.
The stall was twelve feet wide and eight feet deep, so there was no need for curtains or sliding doors as there was little chance of any water splashing all the way out to the carpet.
"No shit!" the man agreed "That's almost as big as the one down at the health club."
"This is going to be fun, David." she said, waggling her eyebrows at him seductively. "The only time you ever fucked me in a shower was at your sister's house in the little stall that was so tiny I couldn't get comfortable enough to come, remember?" she reminisced.
"Yeah. I remember that time. You were bent over, holding onto the faucets and the water temperature kept changing while I was fucking you "
He laughed at the fond memory.
"Oh man ... that was miserable! And I was so fucking horny I couldn't stand myself. But that was the only place to do any thing with her bratty kids in the house. What a frustrating night that was!" the woman lamented, laughing a little herself. "And I still ended up jacking you off, as I remember." she added, giving him a unmistakable You still owe me for that one look.
"Yeah, I remember that now." he said sheepishly. "Okay....you get to have me do anything you want, Susan. How's that sound?" he asked, obviously pleased with himself at his suggestion.
"Really?"
"Sure, Honey." he promised her. "You just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it for you. Absolutely anything." he vowed, and crossed his arms like a Genie awaiting a command.
"Well shit, that'll work."
She looked him over appraisingly as he stood there, a finger tip tapping at her lips as she thought about the vast possibilities of his promise. "Anything I want, huh?" she asked again.
"Absolutely." David confirmed. "You're the boss." he added, and held his Genie posture.
Neither was aware, of course, that Michael had just gotten himself into position and was sitting comfortably behind the large mirror.
"Let's watch the movie that the guy at the front desk said would be on TV for a little while first. That'll give me a chance to think about what I want you to do." she suggested, and moved to the television to turn it on.
They sat and watched for a few minutes as a man on screen provided his female co-star's vagina with a energetic tongue bath.
"Okay, David ... I've decided. I want you to undress me." Susan said, getting up from the bad and slipping easily into her roll as "boss". She stepped to the television and turned the volume all the way down again.
Michael could clearly see that her nipples had become erect under her clothing.
David got up and stood directly in front of his wife.
"Kiss me first." she said, then stood almost limp, playing as if she were totally detached from her body as he held by her shoulders and kissed her mouth for her.
"Well, you could act as though you were enjoying it a little, you know." he said, apparently not sure why she didn't kiss him back.
"Huh uh." Susan said, a barely noticeable smile on her lips. "This time, I want it to be all for me, David. But don't worry. If you keep your promise to do absolutely anything I want you to do to my body, when I've been satisfied it'll be my turn to do anything you want done to your body. Savvy?" she asked, with put-on snottiness.
"Ahhh." David said as if a light had just snapped on in his head. He looked at her with more understanding this time.
"Now ... undress me." she said flatly and extended her arms over her head.
David jerked the bottom of the tank-top out of her pants and pulled it up and over her head. He then walked around behind her, and released the catch on her bra, visibly loosening the cups that held her large, exceptionally firm breasts. Then he moved back around to her front and removed the bra, giving Michael his first exciting glimpse of the woman's impressive mammaries with their over-sized, cinnamon-brown nipples.
"Ohhh....that feels much better, honey." she said, and began to play with her breasts, cupping her hands under the heavy flesh and squeezing them rhythmically.
David moved his head in closer as if he were going to take one of her big nipples into his mouth.
Susan pulled back slightly.
"No, David." she said sharply. "I don't want them sucked on yet."
He looked like a little boy who was being punished for something that was not his fault.
Susan soothed him by putting her hand on his face.
"I'll tell you when I want you to suck my nipples, okay?" she added.
He nodded his agreement to her rules.
"Take my pants off for me, but leave my panties on." she directed.
David unfastened the top, and then worked the tight jeans down over her hips and bottom, being very careful to leave her pale yellow panties in place, as requested.
Susan held on to his shoulders as she stepped out of them and then, while he was still kneeling in front of her, she placed her hands over his ears and guided his head to the front of her panties, holding his face against them for a few moments as she squatted slightly and gently humped her panty-covered vagina into his face.
"Ummmmmm " she moaned softly, looking at him intently as she lewdly rubbed his face with her underwear. "Do you like that, David?" she asked him, her voice becoming decidedly huskier.
He mumbled something into her panties. His hands were on her hips now, assisting the rocking motion of her pelvis as she pressed her crotch into his face.
Michael watched the woman rub her crotch all over her husband's face for a full minute, then stood up and got himself prepared for some serious masturbation.
"My pussy's getting wet, honey." she informed David, her breath coming in quick little gasps as she crudely humped against his face. "Maybe we'd better stop before I get too excited." Susan said, suddenly pulling her groin away and standing straight again. She drew a shaky breath, and turned around so that her panty-clad rear was in his face. "Pull my panties down with your teeth, David. But don't use your hands. And no cheating, Mister." she instructed, and stood still again as he began to carry out this new order.
It took him several seconds of nibbling at the elastic band at the top center of her panties, but he finally succeeded in grasping the thin ridge in his teeth. He soon discovered as he pulled and tugged, that he would have to make several different approaches from different angles in order to get the panties over her deliciously round buttocks. So he went to work, nibbling and capturing first one side of the band and pulling it down some, and then quickly moving to the other side, getting the elastic in his teeth and jerking it partially down over that hip and buttock. Back and forth, back and forth, until finally her panties were pulled down under her firm, meaty buttocks and appeared to be safely positioned, in no danger of suddenly snapping back into their original position.
"Very good, Honey." she praised, and suddenly bent over sharply, hands on her knees. "Now, kiss it for me." was her next command.
"Where?" he asked, as if he didn't quite understand.
"Where do you think, David?" she replied, and wiggled her naked rear sexily in his face.
He did as she asked, planting a light kiss in the unusually dark area directly between her buttocks.
Susan pushed her naked rear back into his face playfully the moment his mouth made contact with her skin.
Michael was thoroughly enjoying himself as he watched this game being played out, adjusting his camera frequently to get plenty of close-ups.
"Good boy." Susan praised him again. Then she stood up straight. "Now come back around to the front and finish pulling my panties down." she directed.
David did as he was told, positioning himself on his knees in front of her. He went through pretty much the same motions as before, but seemed to accomplish the task a little easier and quicker this time, ending up with her panties stretched around her upper thighs.
She decided to help him out and took them off the rest of the way. Soon she was standing stark naked in front of him.
Michael was truly amazed at how absolutely black her long, thick pubic hair was. It fluffed out at least two inches from her vagina and narrowed into a dark, furry line up to her navel. Apparently they both enjoyed her profusion of pubic hair because Michael could see no evidence of any attempt to trim or shave the thick growth.
The woman placed her hands on either side of his head again.
"Stick your tongue out as far as you can, David."
He did as she said.
"Now make it hard for me."
He complied, and Michael smiled a little as the mans' tongue became visibly stiff.
"That's good, honey....now leave it out like that and don't move it!" she ordered sternly.
Susan inched her way forward a little and separated her feet till they were at shoulder width. Then she placed her hands on either side of David's head and held it firmly.
Michael watched intently, his hand moving slowly up and down his penis, as Susan squatted a little and tilted her pelvis forward before pulling her husband's face into her hairy crotch.
After adjusting the position of his tongue by moving his head slightly left and right, obviously fitting it perfectly against her clitoris, Susan began to slowly, precisely hump and squirm her naked vagina into his obedient face, this time with the added stimulation of his wet tongue sliding around on her clit.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned sexily as she squirmed her vagina into his mouth.
Michael watched carefully as her tight, smooth buttocks clenched and relaxed with each carefully aimed tilt of her pelvis.
Susan looked down between her sexily swaying breasts and into David's face with great concentration as she crudely masturbated against his mouth. Her breathing was starting to become ragged and quick, and the lewd rocking motion of her pelvis was becoming more urgent. She slipped her left hand around the back of his neck to obtain a better grip as she began to fuck herself into the man's face with increased speed.
From his position, Michael could see that she was actually barely touching his mouth as she brushed her clit back and forth quickly across his extended tongue. He also noticed that the mans' face was almost completely hidden by the explosion of black pubic hair on her rapidly moving vagina.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned again, throwing her head back and panting wildly. "Ohhhhhhhh, yessss!"
Susan was beginning to loose her smooth rhythm. Her thighs began to twitch and her movements became spastic and jerky as she quite obviously approached orgasm.
David suddenly put both of his hands between her thighs and planted them on her naked rear, squeezing and groping clenching buttocks and pulling her vagina into his face as she humped wildly. After several moments, he pulled a hand away and slapped a naked buttock hard enough to produce a loud SMACK! from her rear and an appreciative "Ahhhhhhh!" from the recipient.
"Slap me again, David!" she panted to him, her vagina jerking frantically into his mouth.
SMACK!
"More, baby!" she almost begged him in her lust.
SMACK!
"Owwww! I love you David!"
SMACK!
"Owwww! You make me so fucking horny, baby! Slap me again!"
SMACK! "
Owwwwww! Oooo....OOOO....suck my pu-"
SMACK!"
Owwwwwwww! I love it when you spank me-"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! David suddenly went after his wife's naked rear, slapping the reddening buttocks energetically as her cries of pain and ecstasy became louder and more feverish.
Suddenly she clasped her hands behind his head and stopped her jerky, uncoordinated humping. She held herself almost completely still as she arched her back sharply, almost crushing her vagina into his mouth.
David immediately stopped spanking her and gripped her clenched buttocks tightly, holding on as she climaxed convulsively.
Mike could clearly see the muscles under his chin working feverishly, indicating that he was actively licking and sucking on her clit as her orgasm ripped through her body.
"AHHHHhhhhhhh! AHHHHHhhhhhhh!..........
AHHHHhhhhhh! AHHHHHHhhhhh!
AHHHHhhhh!" she almost screamed, throwing her head back and sucking a sharp breath between each shriek. She was jerking uncontrollably now and looked as if she might loose muscle control at any moment her straining thighs were vibrating so furiously.
Michael noticed that her heels were completely off of the floor and he saw that the veins in her neck were standing out in sharp relief with the intensity of her orgasm.
The really intense part of her climax lasted perhaps ten seconds, and then seemed to be gone as quickly as it had come.
She let her heels down and stood fiat on the carpet again, releasing her grip on the back of David's head. After straightening her posture somewhat she stood in front of him as he wiped his mouth, her thighs trembling and chest heaving.
"I don't think I ever came that hard before." she admitted, panting heavily.
Mike was able to see the fine sheen of sweat on her flushed forehead and cheeks.
"Or that fast." David commented with a broad grin. "Look between your legs." he added, and pointed to her thighs.
Susan bent over and saw that the insides of her thighs from her vagina halfway down to her knees were wet. She put her hands between her legs and felt the wetness, sliding her finger tips up and down her slick skin.
"Shit, David!" she exclaimed. "Did I do that?" she asked, her voice full of wonder.
"Yowser, boss." he answered.
"No shit!" she said excitedly, obviously pleased with the quantity of lubrication she had unknowingly produced. "I never get this wet. Maybe it's because I made you suck my pussy like that, David. I've never been so fucking hot in all my life!" she told him.
"Well, I suppose we'll just have to do that again sometime." he said, and smiled up at her.
She was still rubbing her fingers in the wetness between her thighs as if she simply couldn't believe what had happened, when he reached up and playfully pinched one of her big nipples.
"Ouch!" she squealed sharply, and clamped a hand over the breast. He had startled hep more than anything, and her reaction was one of surprise rather than pain.
But Michael thought he saw a strange look come over the mans' face when she squeaked in make believe pain.
"Turn around, Susan. I want to look at your ass." David said.
She stood straight again and turned around for him. Her buttocks were not as red as Michael thought they would be.
"How's your butt feel?"
"Fine, Honey." she replied. "Why....do you want to spank me some more?" she asked him, looking back over her shoulder and wiggling her bottom suggestively.
"Are you up to it?"
"You know how I love to be spanked, honey. And I'm always up to it for you." she said, and turned to kiss him passionately.
Michael suddenly wished he had put them in the room with the spanking toys, but figured that they could probably provide him with a good show anyway.
"Turn around again and spread your legs for me, Susan. I want to put a finger in your pussy." David directed her.
She did as she was told and soon stood with her feet wide apart and her luscious rear in his face again. "Put your hands on your hips."
Susan immediately complied.
"Bend over."
Susan again did as she was told, bending in half and exposing the the thick bush of coal black pubic hair to his view. She kept her hands planted firmly on her hips.
"Oooo ... this is kind of kinky, don't you think, David. I mean....you never ask me to do this for you at home, baby."
"Must be the situation. We're in a strange place, so I guess it makes me want to do strange things to you." he reasoned.
"Yeah, I think you're right, honey. I've never felt quite so ... nasty, I guess is the best way to describe it."
"That's the way I feel right now, Susan. Nasty. And I think I want to try some stuff I've never felt comfortable even suggesting to you before. Do you mind?"
"No way! You do anything you want to me, baby. If I don't like it, I'll let you know. Otherwise, feel free to be yourself. Get nasty with me, okay?"
Michael thought the man looked a little like a kid in a candy store as his wife offered to allow him virtually any sexual act he could think of.
Now that David had easy access to his wife's hairy vagina, he reached with his right hand and began to stroke and fluff the thick pubic hair.
"Ohhhhh, that feels wonderful, David." she said softly.
"Put your hands back here and spread your pussy open for me. I've never looked inside of you, and this is the perfect time to do it."
She immediately moved her hands back.
Michael watched, his fingers playing casually with his testicles, as the woman used her fingers to part the long hair and brush it to either side before gently spreading her vagina lips wide apart.
David seemed to be mesmerized by the sudden view. He stared into the rich pink interior of his wife's oozing vagina as she held it open for him.
"Do you like it, baby." she asked.
"Yeah. ... I had no idea how pink it was in there. " he admitted, then leaned forward and licked gingerly at the delicate folds of flesh.
"Ooooo mmmmm, that feels so good, baby!"
Susan exclaimed. "Does my pussy taste good to you?"
David didn't answer her, electing instead to issue another order.
"Spread your butt for me, Susan. I want to see in there also."
The woman hesitated for a moment, obviously a little uncomfortable about allowing her husband to look at her there. Then, she took a deep breath and moved her hands up to her rear.
"Do you really want to look in there, David?" she asked.
"Yeah. I want to see everything on your body, honey. Go ahead. ... spread your butt for me."
Susan complied with his wish, spider-walking her finger tips till they were close to the center, and then pulling her buttocks wide apart.
Michael clearly saw her cheeks flush a deep crimson as she spread her buttocks open and allowed her husband to inspect the area between them. Then he switched his gaze to where David's eyes were glued, and increased the speed of his masturbation as he too was treated to a prolonged viewing of the most private part of Susan's lovely anatomy. He could plainly see the jet black spray of pubic hair that continued on from her bushy vagina, running the length of the deep valley between her buttocks. He could also see the sharply contrasting pinkish color of the woman's anus.
David suddenly inserted his right index finger into Susan's wet vagina and began to finger fuck her slowly as his eyes glided up and down the deep valley between her buttocks.
"Ohhh ... that feels so good, David." she praised.
Michael's excitement increased as he noticed the woman's heavy breasts swaying lazily as her husband's finger moved in and out of her.
"We have to start doing stuff like this more often, Susan." David said, still staring intently between her spread buttocks. "I love to look at your butt." he added, and suddenly increased the frequency of his insertions, jabbing his finger quickly in and out of the thick black bush of pubic hair that covered her crotch.
"Ummmmmm ... yes, David. I'll spread my pussy or my ass open and let you look at me whenever you want, baby. Anytime at all." she promised, repositioning her finger tips and spreading her buttocks a little wider for him in an obvious attempt to excite him even more by offering him as complete a view of her luscious rear as she could.
She was beginning to breath heavy again and her dangling, shapely breasts were swinging around sexily in small circles as her body moved more with the increased force of David's finger-fucking.
"You did say that I could do anything I wanted to you, didn't you?" he asked her, his voice husky with passion.
"Yes....yes I did, David" she answered, a note of sudden apprehension in her voice.
"Can I put a finger in your asshole?" he asked, sounding more than a little unsure of her probable reaction.
She didn't answer for several moments, and David slowed his thrusting finger considerably.
"You know, I've never had so much as a thermometer in my butt, David. " she said, panting nicely. "But, if you really want to do that, and if you're very careful and gentle, I'll let you try it. But if I say I don't like it, you have to promise to pull it out right away, okay?"
"You know I will, Susan."
"All right then, honey. Do you want me to stand just like this, or would you rather have me in another position?" she asked.
David withdrew his glistening finger from her vagina.
"I want you across my lap." he said firmly, obviously wishing to incorporate the act into another of their more regular forms of foreplay. "But first, I want you to get the bag you brought along. I put some things in it when you weren't looking" he said, and stood up. His legs were sore from kneeling so long on the floor, and Michael watched as he massaged his knees for a few moments.
When he was finished attending to his sore spots, he began to undress.
Susan unzipped the tote bag and brought it to him.
David stopped unbuttoning his shirt and reached into the bag. After fishing around for a moment, he produced a tube of K-Y jelly and a latex surgical glove. He handed the items to Susan.
"What are you, a Boy Scout or something?" she joked, kidding him about being so obviously prepared for this new sexual experiment.
David smiled at her, and continued to strip his clothes off.
As he removed his pants and underwear, Michael saw that the man possessed a very large penis. It was perhaps ten inches in length and very thick. He also possessed a set of enormous testicles.
When he was naked, David took the chair from the desk in the corner of the room and centered it between the bed and the back wall, which placed the action about six feet from the mirror/window that separated them from Michael.
"Hand me the K-Y, please, and go grab a towel out of the bathroom." David said.
She walked to the bathroom and returned a moment later with the requested items.
He placed the objects on the floor next to the chair before sitting down and adjusting himself so he was comfortable, his half-hard cock laying crookedly against his lower belly. He patted his naked thighs.
"Lay down."
Susan arranged herself across his lap with her head to his left, then wriggled herself around till she was comfortable
"I'm ready, honey." she announced.
Even from his vantage point Michael could plainly see the very tips of the black hair protruding from between her buttocks, and he quickly adjusted his camera to capture this special view.
David began this portion of their sex play by conducting another inspection of the gorgeous naked rear laying across his lap. He lovingly stroked the woman's smooth white buttocks for a few moments before prying them open to crudely inspecting the hairy valley from a completely different angle.
"Mmmmmmmmmm I think I'm beginning to enjoy it when you spread my butt open like that, David. It makes me feel really naughty or something."
David switched to using the thumb and middle finger of his left hand to spread her meaty buttocks, and proceeded to stroke the silky spray of black hair that lay in swirls between them with the fingers of his free hand.
"Do you like this?" he asked her, slowly moving his finger tips along the cleft from her vagina to her just past her wrinkled anus.
"Mmmmmmmmmm ... I love it, David. It's very soothing."
He bent to his left and picked up the K-Y jelly and glove. After pulling the glove onto his right hand and wiggling his fingers to ensure it's fit he quickly unscrewed the cap on the tube of jelly and squeezed a generous amount onto the tip of his right index finger. He then respread her buttocks with the fingers of his left hand and began to massage her anus with the jelly covered finger tip.
"How about this?" he asked.
"Ooooo ... yes, honey. That feels wonderful."
Michael could just see the woman's anus twitching and pulling inward as David's finger slipped back and forth across it
"Now, you tell me when you're ready for me to put my finger inside of you, okay?" David said.
"I will, honey." she agreed. "But keep doing that for a little while so I can try to relax myself. That feels really good, what ever you're doing."
He did as she asked, and continued to stroke his slippery finger tip back and forth across her anus for several more minutes.
Finally, she spoke to him again.
"All right, honey ... I think I'm ready now. Go ahead and put your finger in a little. But go slowly, okay?"
"I will, Susan." he promised.
Mike watched closely as David's first repositioned the fingers of his left hand and spread his wife's buttocks considerably more than before, actually stretching the tight, glistening hole open a little. Then he poised the very tip gloved finger against the delicate orifice, and slid it up inside of her to the first knuckle.
"Is that okay?" he asked her.
"Mmmmmm, yes David....that actually feels very good. Go in a little more."
He slipped his finger slowly up to the second knuckle, and she sucked air through her teeth as it journeyed deeper into her anus.
"Okay?" he asked again.
"Ohhhhh, yes David." she breathed to him, obviously enjoying the sensation. "This is making me feel like such a bad girl, letting you stick your finger in my butt. Go ahead and put it all the way inside of me, honey." she said, and wiggled her bottom a little to encourage him.
Michael watched intently as the man's finger slipped the rest of the way up inside of Susan's rear, her buttocks clenching up slightly during the insertion.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm I had no idea that this would feel so good, David." she confessed. "This is making me feel so horny again. Move your finger a little for me." she suggested, and moaned loudly as he pulled his finger almost all the way out, and then gently slipped back inside of her again.
"Do you like it, Susan?" he asked her finally, not taking his eyes off of the dark area between her buttocks.
"I love it, David." she answered, a much deeper, huskier quality in her voice.
"It's not uncomfortable for you, is it?"
"Oh noooo absolutely not. Go ahead, David.
Get nasty and enjoy yourself." she offered.
Michael began to masturbate more energetically as started to worm his finger in and out of Susan's anus, slowly at first, but gaining speed as she moaned sexy encouragement to him.
"Mmmmmm . ... mmmmm . ... ohhhhh...."
She vocalized her enjoyment each time he sank his long finger into her rear twisting her head left and right with unmistakable lust.
"Ohhhh David. ... that feels so fucking good, baby! " Susan exclaimed. "Put two fingers in me now, honey. Use two fingers in my ass, please!"
David did as she asked, first pulling his finger completely out of her wrinkled anus. He then rubbed his middle finger all around between her buttocks to coat it with the excess K-Y jelly that had collected in the thick black swirls of pubic hair encircling the woman's anus.
When he was satisfied that it was sufficiently slickened, he spread the area near her anus once more with the fingers of his left hand, and pressed the tips of the jelly coated fingers firmly against the pink orifice.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!" she almost grunted as his fingers slipped all the way up inside of her in one slow movement, completely burying them to the hilt. "Okay! Okay! Hold your fingers still for a minute until I can relax again, David!" she panted to him.
"Is it too painful for you Susan?" he asked, genuine concerned in his voice.
"No, no David." she said. "It just takes a little getting used to, that's all, baby. Just give me a moment, and you can go back to fucking my ass again." she promised. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Very much." he answered excitedly.
"What does it feel like to you, David?"
"Very hot, very tight, and very nasty."
"Do you really like it?" she asked, a definite naughty quality to her voice.
"Absolutely."
"Good. I'm glad you found something else to enjoy doing to me, honey. I'm ready now, if you are. But start very slowly again, all right?"
Michael's eyes were glued to the mans' fingers as he began to fuck them in and out of Susan's willing rear, keeping his movements slow and deliberate.
He appeared to be wiggling them each time he pushed his fingers deeply into her.
"Ohh....ohh David....mmm....mmmm....mmmm" she moaned, each time he forced his stiff fingers up inside of her.
David relocated his left hand to the outside of the woman's' right hip and hugged her naked rear tightly to him, actually raising her bottom a little with the strength of his grip as he began to fuck his fingers deeply into her anus with more force and speed. Then he began to alternate between the rapid, almost harsh in and out fucking movements, suddenly stopping the motion in mid-thrust with his fingers buried deeply inside of her.
Michael could see by the way the tendons in his wrist rolled and twitched that he was wriggling his fingers around as he held them deep inside of her butt for several moments. He would then suddenly go back to seriously fucking them in and out of her delicious looking rear again.
"Uhhhhhh!. ... uhhhhhh! uhhhhhh!" Susan grunted loudly with every deep insertion of his fingers. Then she would produce a long, lusty "Ohhhhhhhhhhh baby! Ohhh yessssssss!" each time he buried his fingers as deeply as he could inside her rear and squirm them around for several seconds.
Michael thought he would squirt in his pants.
"Spank me, David!" she panted to him in an urgent tone.
David obliged her by letting go of her hip and raising his left hand high. He jabbed his fingers deeply into her rear and held them there as he brought his left hand down on her right buttock.
SMACK!
Owwwww!
Susan's entire naked body stiffened and her buttocks clenched tightly against his fingers the instant David delivered the fiery slap.
Then he fucked his fingers in and out of her several more times.
"Like that?" he asked her, his voice husky with passion.
"Ohhhh, yessss!" Susan almost squealed to him. "More, David! Slap me again!" she urged.
Mike could plainly see the red hand-print welling up on her milky white buttock.
"All right sweetheart" David agreed. "You know what to do if it gets to be too much, right?"
"Yes, yes, just spank me hard, baby!" she ordered.
David stopped his thrusting and left his fingers buried deeply inside of her rear again.
Michael's testicles were aching beautifully now and a long, silky thread of crystal clear lubrication was drooling from the purplish head of his steely erection, whipping about in the air as he masturbated frantically.
Susan's eyes squinched closed in anticipation of the next stinging slap to her naked buttocks and she groaned her lusty approval to David as he delivered another sharp slap, followed by several deep insertions of his slippery fingers.
Then he began to administer an honest to goodness spanking to his willing wife, alternating between her jiggling, clenching buttocks with each carefully aimed, deliberate slap.
Susan howled wonderfully each time his hand connected with her naked rump.
SMACK!
"Owwww, David!"
SMACK!
"Owwww!"
SMACK!!
"OWWWW! Slap it! Slap my ass!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"RED!!" Susan cried finally, that contrasting word obviously being their signal that she had reached her limit.
David immediately stopped spanking her glowing buttocks and switched to gently rubbing his hand all over her abused skin.
"Oooooo shit! That was hot, baby." she complimented, looking back over her shoulder at him. "How's your hand?" she asked, and smiled crookedly at him.
"You hurt me again, Susan." he answered, bringing his hand to his face and inspecting the palm carefully. He gave a couple of fake sniffles, and then looked at her deeply flushed face.
She chuckled appreciatively at his joke, then her eyes closed and a look of ecstasy washed over her beautiful face.
Michael noticed that David was squirming his fingers around inside of her again.
"Mmmmmmmm, that feels so fucking good, David." she said, opening her eyes again and looking at him. "What are you doing?"
"Wigglin' my fingers."
"That's all?" she said.
"Yep." he answered, and worked his fingers around a little more friskily.
"Ohhhhh, I think I could lay here for an hour and have you do that to my ass, baby." she said, and closed her eyes, an almost dreamy look on her face.
"Well, I know I could." David agreed. "But I want to play with the rest of your body now, okay?" he suggested.
"Sure thing, baby. Anything you want. I am definitely at your service, sport."
David fucked his fingers in and out of her butt a few more times making her groan wonderfully again, and then pulled them all the way out of her. He peeled the glove off and dropped it to the floor, then reached down to pick up the hand-towel.
"Hold still for a minute, Susan." he said, then used the small, soft cloth to wipe Susan's rear thoroughly for her, taking his lime and making even this act feel good for her.
"Ooooo " Susan moaned sexily. "I like this part too, David. You can wipe my fanny for me anytime." she offered, and squirmed sexily around in his lap as he wiped her. "Maybe I'll hire you as my personal body slave, and you could follow me around and take care of my every need." she suggested, then chuckled at her own joke.
"All through here, Susan." he announced. "You can stand up now."
David helped as she worked her way off his lap.
When she was standing up again, he reached out and captured one of her erect nipples, then held it firmly as she groaned sexily and stroked his forearm.
"Ohhh....I am so fucking hot now, David." she breathed to him as he rolled the big nipple between his finger lips.
Suddenly he shot out his other hand and snatched at Susan's remaining nipple twice before grasping it between his finger tips and giving it the same treatment.
Michael watched as they remained in that pose for a full minute, with David "cruelly" twisting and pinching Susan's blood engorged nipples as she almost danced in place, moaning with arousal and rubbing her naked thighs together like a child in desperate need of a bathroom. He could tell by the look of lusty excitement on the woman's face that she was thoroughly enjoying the rough treatment being inflicted on her sensitive nipples, and this simple fact made his penis advance another degree or two on the hardness scale.
"Do you like doing that, baby?" Susan asked, staring intently into her husband's eyes. "Does it make you excited to pinch my nipples hard like that?"
David simply smiled at her.
"Oww!" Susan cried out suddenly, squatted slightly as David pinched down on her nipples.
"Oh baby ... I love it when you're so rough with me." she confessed, then squeezed her eyes shut as David pinched her nipples again.
He suddenly leaned forward and grabbed her entire left breast with his left hand, squeezing and massaging it harshly for several seconds before guiding the dark, swollen nipple into his mouth and sucking at it noisily.
"OHHHhhhhh!" she almost shrieked as he practically devoured the sensitive flesh. Susan stared at his mouth as he pulled his lips back and showed her how he was holding her fat nipple.
By his teeth.
He carefully pulled his head back, stretching her breast out.
Susan sucked breath sharply through her teeth.
David then let the nipple slip from between his teeth, scraping it as it pulled free.
The woman's breast jiggled and swayed deliciously as it snapped back to it's original position.
David repeated this act with her other nipple, this time making Susan squirm under the intensity of his attack. After a few moments he let this nipple slip from between his teeth also.
Susan sighed with relief and clamped her hands protectively over her abused nipples.
"You're a regular fucking animal today!" she said, and smiled broadly at him. "I wish you'd be more like this at home." she added.
"Let me play with you the way you did today, and I probably will." he said, wiggling the fingers he had used to thoroughly fuck her virgin anus with.
"I think that can be arranged, sport." she said. Now what's next on your list of things to do at this moment in time, David?"
"I want my cock sucked." he said matter-of-factly.
"What a coincidence!" Susan almost squealed, her hands flying to her cheeks in mock amazement. "That just happens to be my specialty." She changed quickly to a more 'serious" look. "And just how would you like your cock sucked this evening, Sir? Would you like me to start with that lovely sack of testicles hanging in your crotch and work my way up? Or, perhaps you'd prefer a more direct approach, and wish me to concentrate my efforts on the head of your cock. And may I add, Sir, that that is a magnificent specimen I see hanging there between your legs. Of course, if you like-"
"Just suck my cock for me, will ya'?" he asked, and they both laughed a little at the "menu" she had recited. David stood up and walked to the side of the bed.
"Come sit here, honey." he said, and pointed to the edge.
Susan did as he directed.
David turned to face her, positioning himself so that he was straddling her knees. He then hoisted one leg up and planted his foot on the bed next to her hip, spreading his thighs and leaving his immense, still half-hard penis and enormous balls dangling almost directly in front of her pretty face.
Michael was sure he was going to enjoy this and rearranged his camera once more to get close-ups of her sucking his big penis.
Susan didn't have to be told what to do, or how to do it, as she put her left hand through his thighs and began to stroke his naked buttocks sexily. She then moved her right hand to his scrotum and started to massage his swollen testicles for him, gently squeezing and pulling at them as she gazed into his eyes.
David's penis began to stiffen and swell, slowly rising up and thickening as she played with his butt and testicles until it jutted out from his body with a slight upward attitude.
Susan stared excitedly at the thick organ for several more seconds before moving her left hand from his rear to his testicles and grasped his penis firmly in her right hand, masturbating him teasingly as she rubbed the huge, swollen head all over her face. Occasionally she snaked her tongue out and fluttered it back and forth against the little strip on hypersensitive skin on the under-side just below the tip, making David moan softly. As she stroked his erection for him she began to talk dirty, the act of masturbating him into her face obviously causing her to become increasingly aroused.
"I love to jack you off, baby." Susan stated to him, and gave the bulbous head of his penis a meaningful lick.
Mmmmmm, and I love to play with your big nuts, too." She looked up into his face again and squeezed his testicles gently, producing a low, satisfied groan from him. "I can't wait for you to fuck my pussy with your big cock, David." she said, suddenly opening her mouth wide and carefully fitting it over the fat purple head of his penis. She sucked energetically on the big knob of flesh as she stroked her hand quickly up and down the thick shaft, effectively masturbating him into her mouth.
"Ohhhhhhh....Oh shit, Susan!" he groaned loudly and moved his hands to either side of her head. He held her still as she pumped his cock rhythmically with her hand and sucked noisily on the sensitive head.
Susan worked on his testicles with her other hand for another two or three minutes before relocating it to his butt.
Michael watched as her middle finger wiggled its way between his cheeks. Apparently, she was going to show him how good a finger can feel.
"Ohhhhh, that's it baby." David encouraged her in a lust thickened voice. "Play with my asshole while you suck me." he almost hissed to her. He suddenly put his hands back on his ass and spread his buttocks open to allow her finger easier access to his anus. "Ohhhhhhh yeah, Susan." he breathed to her.
Michael could just see her finger moving as she stroked the outside of his anus, obviously declining to enter him without the K-Y jelly having been applied.
David caught on.
"Stop for a minute, Susan." he said.
She reluctantly obeyed, her breasts rising and falling as she sat there panting, waiting for his return.
David steeped back to her and got into the same position, one foot on the edge of the bed.
Susan eagerly held her middle finger still as he squeezed some of the slippery jelly onto the tip.
David tossed the tube onto the bed and guided the head of his penis back into her mouth. He again reached back and spread his buttocks open, and waited for his wife to resume her efforts.
Susan put her hand back through his thighs and began to massage the slippery jelly all over his anus in a sexy, teasing manner, making David moan appreciatively. She was masturbating him into her mouth again and sucking the swollen head of his stiff penis with renewed energy when she decided it was time to experiment.
David took a deep breath and moaned his excitement as she slipped her finger up into his anus in one, slow movement.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, that feels good, baby." he informed her when her finger was all the way inside of him. "Move it like I did for you."
Susan immediately complied. She started to fuck her long, slender finger in and out of his anus very slowly as she continued to jack him off and suck the head of his erection.
Michael adjusted his camera again to catch the movement of her finger as she worked it in and out of her husband's rear.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm " Susan groaned as she worked on the head of David's big penis, occasionally pulling her mouth away and flicking the lip of her tongue all over the shiny, dark purple tip for several seconds before inhaling it again.
Michael saw that her finger was snaking in and out of the mans' anus much deeper than in the beginning, her wrist curving sharply inward with each deep insertion as she attempted to get her long finger as far up inside of him as she could.
David was beginning to rock his hips a little now, humping the tip of his erection gently into Susan's mouth as she worked on him. He let go of his buttocks and put his left hand on her face, stroking her lovingly as she sucked on him. His other hand went to his testicles and he began to finger them. Suddenly he jerked his hips back, pulling his penis out of Susan's mouth with a loud, wet slurping sound.
"Whewwww!" he sighed, shuddering visibly. "I gotta stop now Susan, or I'll finish in your mouth."
She carefully withdrew her finger from his anus and gave his testicles a playful squeeze as she pulled her hand back through his thighs.
David put his foot on the floor again and stepped back a little.
"Get me a rubber out of the tote bag, please. We don't need a baby to remind us of this little sexual encounter."
Susan smiled at him, and then fished around in the tote bag till she located the condom.
"Here you go." she said, holding the little packet out to him.
"You put it on for me" he directed her. "With your mouth."
Susan looked at him for a moment.
"You are kidding, aren't you David?" she asked, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Nope." he answered her flatly.
"Well....all right. I'll give it a try."
"Well, you'd better try real hard if you want me to fuck you." he said, and gave his wife a serious look.
"Can do." she said with fresh confidence. She quickly opened the cellophane wrapper and removed the condom. Susan then inverted the disc and carefully placed it in her mouth. When it was positioned just right, she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around David's now half-hard penis and began masturbate him to full erection again.
He was stiff again in no time.
Now she held his big organ in both hands and leaned her head forward, placing the tip of David's erection into her mouth and working the condom around with her tongue until it was positioned correctly. Then she started working at it with her lips, trying to force it over the head. After several frustrating attempts, she managed to succeed in getting the device past the wide ridge around the base of the head, and began working the condom down slowly, using her lips and tongue on one side until she had unrolled it a little, and then working her mouth over to the other side, gaining a little more coverage there.
Finally, after perhaps five minutes of energetic mouthing and tonguing, she had the tightly stretched rubber in place. When she was satisfied with her efforts, she lifted his sheathed penis and held it against his stomach while she leaned down and provided his swollen testicles with several minutes of exciting lip and tongue service. When she was finished, she sat straight again.
"So, fuck me." she demanded.
"Get on the bed, elbows and knees." he instructed her.
She did as he told her, positioning herself with her knees spread wide and her back curved down towards the bed to completely expose her incredibly hairy, visibly wet vagina and luscious, widely spread buttocks.
David joined his wife on the bed and made himself comfortable with his knees between her calves. He took a few moments to stare at the woman's' naked crotch and still slightly pink buttocks before using the fingers of his right hand to stroke and tug gently at the trail of silky black hair that ran from her vagina all the way up to her tailbone.
"You know . ... I had no idea that my ass would have such a strong effect on you, David." Susan admitted as he fingered the swirls of hair near her anus. "If I had, I would have been bending over and letting you touch me there any time you wanted, honey."
"I guess it just had to be the right time and place for me to be comfortable enough to let you know what I wanted, Susan."
"Well look here, Mister....from now on if you get an urge to touch me, taste me, or smell me . ... anything, you make your wishes known to me, all right?"
"I will, honey. Playin' around with your ass is much too fun to be embarrassed about." he promised.
After several moments, he moved his attentions downward.
"Mmmmmmmmm" Susan moaned sexily as he used his thumbs to gently pry her vagina open, exposing the glistening, bright pink interior. "I wish I could see what you're seeing right now." she confessed, her voice noticeably huskier than a few moments ago.
"I think you'd like it, Susan." David replied, and suddenly inserted two fingers deep inside of her.
"Ohhhhhh, baby." she breathed to him, curving her back down further to open herself more completely to his fingers.
He began to twist and thrust his fingers inside of her as she moaned lustily and pushed her vagina back onto his hand, trying to get them further inside of her body.
"Fuck me, David!" Susan blurted. "Fuck me now!"
David quickly got into position and held his penis in his right hand, working the tip up and down the swollen slit in his wife's vagina until he had it centered in the opening. He then grabbed her roughly by the hips and began to ease himself into her, watching intently as his thick penis slowly disappeared into her body.
Michael almost lost control as he listened to Susan's loud groans and watched the man bury his huge erection to the root in her hairy vagina.
When David's penis had sunk in as far as it would go, he leaned forward and kissed the back of his wife's neck. Then he straightened himself and began to fuck his long, fat penis in and out of her vagina with powerful, measured strokes, sinking himself to the testicles and then pulling out until just the very tip remained inside.
"Uhhhhhh. ... uhhhhhhh. ... uhhhhhh." she grunted each time David stabbed himself into her body. Occasionally he would let go of her hips and lean forward, placing his hands on the bed on either side of her chest and piston his steely erection into her like an out of control German Shepard for several seconds before straightening himself again and resuming his deep, methodic plunging.
"Ohhhhhhhh David!" she panted, ramming herself back against his erection in perfect time with his thrusts. "Fuck me honey! Fuck my horny pussy! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Michael could see her fingers clutching at the bed spread as she urged her husband on.
Susan reached between her thighs and began to masturbate as David continued to bury himself deeply inside of her, his massive testicles slapping into her thick pubic hair.
"Now baby!" she cried out suddenly.
David began to slap her naked buttocks hard, cracking the palm of his right hand sharply against the tightly stretched skin again and again as he fucked her.
"Yes....yes!" Susan shouted. "Spank my ass, baby! Fuck me and spank me harder! Ohhhh, David! You fuck me so-"
Suddenly Susan stopped yelling commands to him and froze, her deeply flushed face screwed into a mask of total ecstasy.
David obviously recognized this posture and immediately leaned all the way forward again, grabbing fistfuls of bedding and locking his elbows tightly against her waist as he began to fuck his big, rockhard penis violently in and out of her vagina, sucking huge gulps of air while humping himself against her at a feverish pace.
"AHHHHHHhhhhhh! AHHHHH Hhhhh!....
AHHHHhhhhhh!" she wailed as her orgasm reverberated through her, the sheer intensity causing her toes to curl tightly and her body to shudder spastically.
David quickly reached a hand under her and grabbed at a breast, roughly groping his climaxing wife and causing her to verbalize her nasty dialog again. He groped her naked breasts and pinched at her engorged nipples mercilessly, never missing a beat with his wildly pumping hips.
After several seconds of this almost brutal fucking, Susan began to quiet herself somewhat, reducing her loud wailing to a softer, sexier whimpering.
David slowed his thrusting penis until it was slipping in and out of her vagina at a comfortable, even pace.
Susan turned her head, and rested on her sweaty left cheek on her forearm as she tried to get her breathing under control. Finally, she spoke to her husband, who was still sliding his stiff erection sexily in and out of her body, himself breathing harshly as he watched it disappear and reappear.
"Damn, that was good, sweetheart!" she huffed to him, her body jerking slightly with each insertion. "Want me to help you come, baby?"
"Yeah." he answered, and stopped his movements.
She adjusted her upper body slightly and reached back further between her thighs to cup his swollen testicles in her hand.
Michael watched closely as she began to massage the big hairy sack, gently squeezing and pulling at David's testicles and making him groan lustily.
"Do you like that, baby?" she asked, still a little out of breath. "Do you like to fuck my hot pussy hole while I play with your balls?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm." was the only sound David seemed to be able to produce as he began to fuck the his wife again, quite slowly and deliberately at first, his thrusts picking up speed and authority again as she verbally encouraged his efforts, providing him with the nasty language that seemed to be an important part of their sex play.
"I loved how your fingers felt in my butt, David." she began. "I want you to finger fuck my asshole for me again, baby."
His thrusting was quickly approaching his previous level of excitement, rocking Susan's body each time his lower stomach slapped against her naked, widely spread buttocks.
Her hand was massaging and lugging at his testicles with increasing urgency now as she continued her nasty encouragement.
"That's it, baby." she chanted. "Fuck my horny pussy hole. Empty your nuts into my pussy, David." Her fingers were rolling his testicles around in the big sack and David seemed to be on the brink of orgasm.
"Do it, Baby!" she hissed at him. "Do it now! Squirt your hot come in my fucking pussy, David! Squir-"
He threw his head back and clamped his eyes shut as his thrusting hips began to slam into her with terrific force, emptying his painfully swollen testicles into Susan's vagina.
"UHHH. ... UHHHH!. ... UHHHH!" he grunted loudly each time he slapped his groin against her.
Susan had lost her grip on his testicles when he started to jerk his hips, and was now curled into a ball as she reached even further between her thighs and scraped her fingernails against the insides of his thighs as he humped against her like a madman.
Several seconds later his orgasm began to subside, and after a few final deep thrusts, he pulled her down with him and they lay, still connected and breathless, on their sides.
Michael sat back in his chair and took a deep breath. His testicles were aching painfully from the intense arousal he had just experienced as he watched the couple engaging in their 'private' sexual practices, and he suddenly realized how lonely he was, sitting by himself back behind the wall he had created instead of sharing this pleasure with a female who could appreciate the joys of voyeurism. He didn't have a steady girlfriend, but made a decision at that moment to confide in a couple of lovely young ladies that he trusted and see if they would like to join him behind the "mirror" and share this visual smorgasbord.
Things could get very interesting with some female company on his side of the wall.
David and Susan were still breathing noisily on the other side of the wall, but appeared to be calming down somewhat.
He was stroking her hip affectionately, and occasionally pressing his groin against her buttocks as they lay together. Finally, Susan added voice to the sounds of their out-of-synch breathing.
"Mmmmmm, that was wonderful, honey." she complimented. "I feel like I weigh a thousand pounds, I'm so relaxed."
"Ditto." was all her mate had to say in response.
"How 'bout a nice shower?" she suggested. "I don't think I can have another orgasm, but I can't get dressed until I wash all this gunk off.
"Sounds good, Susan." he answered. "But let's lay here for a few minutes first. I kinda like it when we both smell like sex."
A few minutes later, Susan reached behind her and patted David's hip.
"Come on, honey. Let's get wet."
David grumbled his agreement, obviously not wishing to move yet, but wanting to please his wife.
They both struggled off the bed.
Susan went into the shower stall to start the water and adjust the temperature. As she busied herself, David stood near the television carefully working the condom off of his spent penis.
Susan called to him.
"C'mon, sweetie. I've got the water just the way you like it."
David dropped the limp condom in the waste basket and walked into the huge shower stall.
Michael sat behind his wall and masturbated to orgasm, stroking his stiff penis furiously as he watched the man soap up his wife's gorgeous breasts.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hi Debbie!" Michael greeted the woman as she pushed her way through the aluminum framed glass door and walked to the registration desk.
She was wearing a baby blue tee-shirt tucked tightly into her black jeans. Her luscious breasts, unrestrained by a bra, jiggled and swayed sexily under the thin material as she stepped to the counter.
Michael could plainly see the outline of her nipples.
"It's really good to see you again, sweetie." he added, and smiled at her.
"Good to see you too, Mike." she agreed, and put her purse on the counter. "How've you been?"
"Hangin' on, Debbie." He looked past her and out into the parking lot to her little blue sports car, and saw that it was empty. "Where's Patty?" he asked.
"She'll be here in a minute. She didn't want to have to depend on me for a ride in case I decided to stay longer than she wanted to, so she's driving her own car." Debbie answered. She stood on her tip-toes to elevate her breasts above the counter top and leaned forward. "Don't I get a "long time no see" kiss?" she asked, and made dramatic smooching noises with her lips.
"Ohhhh....I guess I could see my way clear to-"
Debbie reached across the counter and grabbed him gangster-style by the front of his shirt.
"Shut up and kiss me, dip-shit." she demanded playfully.
He did. For a full, penis stiffening minute.
As they stood leaning toward each other over the counter top locked in a passionate, probing kiss, a car pulled off the busy street and into the parking lot.
Debbie ended the kiss and turned to look out the window.
"There's Patty." she said, and turned to face Michael again. "Nice kiss, cowboy. Thanks."
"It's all part of the service, lady. We aim to please." he quipped, unconsciously wiping at his lips with the back of his hand.
"Are you rubbin' it in, or wipin' it off?" she asked, kidding him as she always had when he wiped at the wetness after one of their passionate kisses.
"Rubbin' it in, boss ... rubbin' it in." he answered quickly, suddenly remembering the proper response to their little game. He had forgotten how much he liked this woman, and realized with a pang of old fashioned guilt just how much he had missed her.
Michael had met Debbie three years before on a brilliant summer day at a 'Wrap Party' given by a huge movie studio to celebrate the successful completion of a major movie.
He had been invited to the affair by a friend who had worked on the film, and had spent the last hour or so trying to get close enough to the movie's star to at least shake the man's hand. But his timing was off that day, and other less polite folk had cut in front of him each time he was actually close enough to make eye contact with the celebrity. So he had given up that frustrating endeavor altogether, and wandered over to where the food was being served.
He was strolling along in front of the large catering tables surveying the gourmet spread, when the table directly in front of him suddenly collapsed with a loud crash under the weight of the food and heavy silver serving plates. Everything swooped down into a jumble in the middle of the V that was created when the center support gave out.
Michael instantly hunched his shoulders and put his hands out palms up in the classic "I didn't touch the fuckin' thing" pose, as people thirty feet away scrambled in his direction to see what had happened, several of them shooting accusing glances at him.
"Son of a bitch!" a woman shouted.
Michael turned and saw a striking young woman standing in the little doorway of the huge Winnebago motor home belonging to the company that was catering the affair, her eyes wide with surprise and anger as she looked at the ruined table and it's now useless cargo. She shot a look at Michael and then turned, yelling back into the motor home.
"'Dominique!" the woman almost screamed at some unfortunate employee inside. "I told you not to use that fucking table! Now get out here and help me clean this shit up!" she ordered, and stepped down onto the grass. She looked at Michael again before stooping to retrieve a large crystal punch bowl that had somehow survived the crash.
"I didn't do anything." Mike said, shrugging his shoulders again for effect.
"I know that." she said, not looking up from the mess she was attempting to sort through.
A young man with brilliant orange hair and a long silver ear ring dangling from one lobe had emerged from inside the motor home and was standing on the steps, looking as if he were about to burst into tears.
The other people who had rushed over to look at the damage were leaving now, trading chuckles and under-their-breath mutterings as to the cause of the calamity.
"It's that shithead's fault for using a bad table." she accused, jerking her head towards the guilty party still standing on the steps. "Will you come on!" she urged, turning and glaring at the poor guy. "This shit isn't going to pick itself up, ya' know."
She resumed her work, stacking plates and utensils.
"Fucking imbecile." she said under her breath..
"Can I give you a hand?" Michael offered.
"Ohhh, that'd be great, mister." the woman said, and gave him a grateful look. "It's just me and Mister Sister there. That's what I call him, he's such a wimp. The other girl called in sick an hour before we had to be here, and I couldn't find a replacement for her. And now this shit happens." She shook her head and stood up. After making sure the load of slippery plates she had stacked in her hands was balanced, she carefully walked to the back of the motor home and deposited them in a large stainless steel cart that already held several emptied platters and serving bowls.
Michael took off his watch and stuffed it in his front pants pocket before digging in to help.
The three of them had the mess pretty much taken care of, and the broken table loaded into the back ol a pick-up truck that also belonged to the caterer's in about twenty minutes. They were standing near the front of the motor home, wiping their hands exchanging small talk when she suddenly thrust her hand out.
"Thanks for helping out. I'm Debbie Foster."
"Michael Bates." he said, and took her hand in his. "I prefer Mike, though." he added.
"Okay, Mike. Thanks again for helping out."
Debbie said, and loosened her grip on his hand.
But he held on to her for a moment longer.
"Listen...." he said. "I know this sounds like a come-on. Well....actually it is a come-on. Would you like to go have dinner some place where the tables are a little sturdier?" he asked, jogging his eyebrows at her.
"Funny guy." she said sarcastically, smiling a little.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." he said, feigning an apology. "That was in really bad taste." he said, another obvious reference to food.
"Ohhhhhh " she groaned, wincing at the pun. "I guess I better say yes before you humor me to death." Debbie said, and smiled a little crookedly at him. "Could I have my hand back now?"
"Oh, yeah." he said, and reluctantly let go. "What time will you be done here?"
"About eight o'clock, but I've got work to do back at the shop." she informed him. "Is ten o'clock too late?".
"Ten o'clock is just fine."
"Okay, Mike."
Debbie reached into her breast pocket and produced a leather grained business card that had Foster's Famous Catering printed on it in rich lettering, and handed it to Michael.
"Call at that number." she said, tapping at the comer of the card.
"So ... you're the owner." Michael said after glancing at the card.
"My dad is." Debbie answered. "I just run it for him right now 'cause he's getting too old to do it himself. But pretty soon it'll be mine, and there'll be some changes in the staff."
She shot another glance at the man who had set up the faulty table. "Well, I'd better get back to work, Mike. I'll see you tonight."
"See ya' tonight." he agreed, and left the catering area to return to the party.
They spent the evening alternately talking and fucking, each of them becoming very attached to the other as if this were the way things were supposed to be. They found that they had a lot in common and that their sexual tastes were almost identical, both of them having a decidedly voyeuristic/exhibitionistic side.
After seeing each other as good friends and great sex partners for a year, Michael moved to west L.A. and they gradually drifted apart, partly because of the geographical distance between them but also due to their busy schedules.
Debbie had never been the jealous type, and while they were involved with each other to a degree, she always knew when Michael and another girl named Patty had engaged in sexual activity because he would tell her all about their dates in graphic detail.
This became a sort of game for them, and it always made Debbie so hot that she would strip all of her clothes off and beg Michael to fuck her 'doggie' style, insisting that he go back over the really juicy details of his session with Patty while he fucked her 'till she screamed.
Debbie and Patty had become good friends through Michael and had remained close, living only three blocks from each other.
But the girls had never been with him at the same time.
And now here she was, standing in the office of his new motel after getting a phone call from him the night before inviting her and Patty to come join him for some exciting 'peeping'.
Michael wondered why he had ever allowed their relationship to fade like it did.
* * *
Patty parked her old struggle-buggy next to Debbie's newer, nicer car and stepped out, looking just as Michael remembered her.
She was dressed in a tight black dress as was her usual style, with shiny black pantyhose and a pair of expensive high heeled shoes. Her long, black hair was shining beautifully and Mike could see the sunlight dancing in it even from this distance.
He watched her carefully as she adjusted her clothing before closing the car door and making her way toward the office, reminding him once again of that beautiful night time horror flick hostess.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm. That girl sure can dress." Debbie said admiringly about her friend. "I wish I had the nerve to wear some of the stuff she pours herself into. Look at those fuck me pumps she's wearin'." she added, sighing a little.
"She always did make my sticker peck out."
Michael said, and smacked his lips noisily.
"You're such a horn-dog, Mike." Debbie accused, and giggled at his obvious lust for the sexy woman who was now pushing her way through the door.
"It's my job." he kidded, and reached across the counter to fondle her breast.
Debbie simply smiled and looked into his eyes as he gently pinched at her left nipple through the thin tee-shirt.
"Hi ya', Mikey!" Patty said cheerfully as she made her way through the door, addressing him in the way that always made him wince as though someone had just snapped him with a rubber band. "What's new and improved?"
"Shit, Patty...." he said, shaking his head slightly and chuckling to himself. "I was kinda hopin' that you'd have forgotten about calling me that. Come here and gimme a kiss."
"What'll you give me if I do?" she asked, cocking her head sideways a little and giving him a sly look.
"It's what I won't give you if you don't, that counts." he said, suddenly looking down at his hands and feigning disinterest by twiddling his thumbs as if he didn't care either way.
"Oh no you don't, Mike." she said, shaking her head and smiling. "I passed up a hot-tub date with a guy I call The Viking . ... and you're gonna make it worth my while."
Patty reached across the counter and grabbed Michael by an ear, pulling him gently forward.
"Ouch!" he whined, making a face and pretending that she was hurting him.
"Pucker up, tough guy." Patty ordered, and playfully squeezed his ear a little harder.
"Owwwww!" he winced.
Debbie giggling softly at the silly game.
"Pucker!" Patty demanded, laughing a little herself now.
"All right, all right!" Michael squeaked.
He formed his lips into a grotesque caricature of a kiss.
"That's better." Patty said.
She released her grip on his reddening ear and curled her hand around the back of his neck where she rubbed him sexily throughout the long, impassioned tonguing she treated him to.
"Hey!" Debbie exclaimed after thirty seconds of the probing, nipple hardening kiss. "Get a fucking grip, you guys! Even turtles have to come up for air!"
"Mmmmm...." Patty moaned softly, ending the fiery kiss with a wet tongue across his lips. "You still got it, Mikey."
"And you can still have it, Patty" he offered.
Debbie thought he looked a little silly standing there with coral colored lip stick smeared all over his mouth, so she reached across and used the pad of her thumb to try and wipe some of it off for him.
"Like a couple of fucking high school kids." she lamented good naturedly.
"Ohhh why don't you walk west until your hat floats, Deb." Patty kidded, giving her shoulder a playful nudge. "You're just jealous 'cause Mikey kissed me first, that's all."
"Sorry ... but I got mine while you were outside primping, Patty cake." Debbie kidded back.
Patty was gearing up to deliver a truly brilliant retort, when Michael decided it was time to interrupt their friendly banter.
"Why don't you ladies come back here and I'll show you my new digs." he suggested, sweeping his hand in a semi-circle to indicate that they should walk around the end of the counter.
Soon, both women were in the small, modestly furnished living quarters, sitting and sipping imported beer from the bottle.
Mike tuned the stereo receiver to a soft rock station, grabbed a kitchen chair, and sat himself close to Debbie.
"I like it, Mikey." Patty said, nodding her head appreciatively as she swept the compact living room with her stark blue eyes. "A little cramped, but very cozy. The fake fire place is a nice touch." she added, referring to the cardboard imitation in the comer.
"Take it easy on him, Patty." Debbie said in mock defense of Michael's feelings. "He's a typical man, and doesn't deal well with domestic criticism."
"Hey, I like that fire place." he interjected. "It never gets dirty, and I don't have to fuck around with nasty, bug infested logs to make it light up. I just plug it in, and Voila! Instant mood." he explained.
"If you say so, Mikey." Patty conceded.
"If you don't stop calling me that, I'm may not show you the surprise I promised you last night on the phone." he threatened, fixing her with a friendly Watch it look.
"So, what is this big secret, Mike?" Debbie asked, suddenly very curious about the 'surprise" he had promised them.
"Well ... I'll give you a hint. It's bigger than a bread box and it'll make you so horny you're shoes will squish when you walk."
"Now let's see what could it be?" Patty ventured a silly guess. "A nuclear powered dildo?"
Her eyes lit up with put-on excitement at her suggestion and she used both hands to mime the probable technique she would employ to make use of such a gadget.
"Good guess, Patty." Debbie said sarcastically. "What's the matter? Did you finally wear out that huge two hundred and twenty volt Black and Dicker vibrator you bought for yourself last year?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at her friend.
"Very funny, Debbie." Patty snipped. "But I didn't buy that monster. You bought it for me. Remember?" She waggled her dark eyebrows at the woman and smiled as Debbie's face lit up with sudden recollection.
"Oh shit!" Debbie exclaimed. "That's right. I forgot all about that. You should have been there, Mike. It was a fucking scream! This real young guy was working. ... it was at that adult book store on Topanga Canyon ... you know, that one with all the stupid looking cupids painted on the sign. Anyway, little miss conscientious shopper here wants to try out the motors on all these gross looking dildo's so she doesn't get a lemon, ya' know? So anyway, she's making this poor kid who's face is about the same color as Patty's lipstick and who won't even look us in the eye he's so fucking embarrassed, she's making him explain all about these big rubber things while she stands there going "Mmmm hmmm, ummm hmmmm, that sounds good", and shit like that."
A spout of laughter from Patty made Debbie snigger heartily for a few seconds before going on with her story.
Michael was grinning broadly at the mental picture she was painting for him.
"So, after standing there for about fifteen minutes and trying all these weird looking dildos, she makes him plug in this huge, real looking latex dick thing, and then flips the switch on the back of the balls. No shit, Mike. This fucker had balls that looked like the real thing!"
Debbie cupped her hands together and wiggled her fingers as if she were fondling a man's testicles.
"So anyway...." she continued, "this dick thing starts buzzin' and squirmin' around in her hand like it's alive and I thought that poor kid was gonna faint with embarrassment when Patty sticks it up under the front of her skirt and makes like she's doing herself in front of him."
Another explosion of uproarious laughter erupted between the girl's before Debbie could go on.
"So, this kid looks away and starts stutterin' You're not supposed to do that, lady."
At this point, Debbie imitated the clerk, putting her hand over eyes and raising her voice to falsetto as she mimicked the clerk.
"I don't know about you, Patty." Michael said with put-on seriousness, shaking his head slightly and smiling at the woman who was obviously deriving immense pleasure from Debbie's comical rendition of the story.
"Heyyy, I couldn't help myself." Patty said, hunching her shoulders at him in mock defense of her actions.
Debbie, her face now thoroughly flushed with glee, came to the climax of her tale.
"So check it out, Mike. " Debbie went on. "Patty stands there, playing like she's gettin' off with this thing, when this big blonde hunk walks through the little curtain by the door and stares right at her . ... only she doesn't see him yet and keeps right on giving this kid a show."
Patty lowered her head and covered her face with both hands at this part of the story.
"I didn't see the guy, Mikey." she mumbled through her hands. "I swear . ... he just appeared all of a sudden, and I didn't have lime to stop before he saw what I was doing."
She was shaking her head slowly now, and Michael could tell that she was truly embarrassed by her actions.
Debbie went on.
"So I'm elbowing Patty, and whispering "Stop it! Stop it!" to her....and finally she looks at me and sees that I'm looking towards the door, ya' know? So she turns her head and looks right at this guy, who's grinning from ear to fucking ear at her. So she smiles at him, puts the dick back on the counter and say's in that deep south, Scarlet O'Hara voice that she does sometimes . ... "This one will do nicely, Suh." or some shit like that. Then she looks in her purse and can't find any money. So just to get us the fuck out of there, I whip out my wallet, throw down two twenties to pay for the rubber di-"
"You didn't even wait for your change, did you?" Patty interrupted, mumbling through her hands which were still covering her face.
"Ohhhh....that's right, Mike. I forgot about that part, too." Debbie agreed. "I was so embarrassed I just grabbed the bag and drug Patty past this big blond guy and out the fucking door. And what do you think this ding-dong says as we're going past this really good looking guy at the door?" She put on an incredulous face before telling him. "She says . ... "What's the matter hot rod? Can't get a date?".
At that, both women burst into raucous laughter.
Debbie threw her head back and howled at the memory while Patty continued to cover her face with embarrassment, hee-hawing through her hands like a mule.
Michael also saw the humor in in Patty's incorrigible attitude, and sat chuckling to himself.
Finally, Patty got herself under control.
"I'm bad, I know." she said almost apologetically as she raised her head and wiped the palms of her hands against the arms of the chair she was occupying. "But....sometimes I just get in these moods, and I just gotta fuck with people's heads, ya' know what I mean, Mikey?" she added, squinting her eyes and giving Michael an almost philosophical look.
Debbie was still laughing heartily.
"Yeah...."Michael agreed, "you've always been like that, Patty. I hope you plan on fucking with more than my head before you leave." he confided, looking suggestively into her eyes.
"Can do." Patty promised.
She suddenly turned her attention to Debbie, who was now wiping at her eyes with the backs of her hands as her laughter slowly ran out of gas.
"Chill out, Deb!" she said. "It wasn't that fucking funny."
"You weren't looking at you while you rubbed that rubber dick around under your skirt." she replied, and slipped back into her snorting laughter.
"Would anyone care to see the surprise I promised?" Michael asked.
"Well ... It's about time. I was beginning to think the whole thing was just a ruse to get Debbie and I to come all the way out here and fuck your brains out, Mikey." Patty said.
She turned and tapped Debbie's arm.
Let's go, happy." she urged her giggling friend. "It's show time."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Michael led them to the "closet" and stood there with his hand on the knob.
"Are you ready?" he asked, letting the tension build a little before opening the door.
"What do you want....a fucking drum roll?" Patty asked dryly.
Debbie wiped her eyes again and sniffled loudly.
"Come on, Mike. Open it."
Michael pulled the door open and they all simply stood for a few moments, peering into the dim little cubicle at the collection of items that had been deposited there.
Against the rear wall was an old vacuum cleaner that Michael had purchased several years before from a cute little door-to-door sales girl. The novice had worked herself into such a sweat trying to clean up the mess she'd made on his living room carpet, desperately attempting to close the sale by demonstrating the machine's abilities while extolling the "Superior quadro-sweep action that completely air washes your valuable floor covering", that he couldn't say no to her.
In the left rear comer was a second hand set of Kro-Flite golf clubs that he found very useful for removing rocks that mysteriously appeared in his back yard at the house in west L.A. He used the sand wedge to 'chip' the unwanted foot bruisers back over the tall fence and into the undeveloped field behind.
Along the right wall he had stacked several reserve cases of imported brewskies and an impressive library of old Playboy magazines.
"Well now," Patty broke the silence. "This moment was certainly worth the trip. This is one baaaaad closet you have here, Mikey." she said, nodding her head in mock seriousness. "Shit ... the last time I saw a closet this fucking interesting was at " and she looked thoughtfully at Debbie who, of course, played along with her sarcasm.
"I think it was the time we helped your uncle Matt move, and you and I got to load up all the old shit in his closet. Now, that was a closet to die for." Debbie exclaimed, putting both hands on her breasts and heaving a huge, exaggerated sigh.
"No no no....I beg to differ with you." Patty said, shaking her head a little. "That couldn't be it. No cool golf clubs. It must have been-"
"Very funny." Michael cut in. "Excuse me." he said to Debbie, and moved past her to the rear of the closet. He carefully moved the vacuum cleaner to one side and placed a hand on the wall, looking back over his shoulder at the women before chanting dramatically.
"Abbra kadabra sim sala him. ... OPEN, says me".
He gave a little push and heard Patty suck in a breath as the wall obeyed, silently swinging open to reveal the dimly lit hallway beyond.
CHAPTER NINE
"Wow." Debbie breathed solemnly. "Check it out."
"Why do I feel like I'm in a fucking Nancy Drew mystery?" Patty mused, and stepped into the closet for a closer look. "Where's it go, Mikey?" she asked, definitely interested in the hallway's purpose.
"Let's take a walk, and I'll show you." he said, motioning for the girls to go on through.
Michael followed close behind as they went from window to window, both lady's stepping up to each viewing area and inspecting the unoccupied rooms on the other side as though they were touring an aquarium attraction.
"Yeah." Patty agreed. "This could be fun. Are you certain that the people can't see you from the other side, Mikey?" she asked, turning and giving him a serious, concerned look.
"Absolutely." he assured her. "These are the finest two-way mirrors in the world and are unconditionally guaranteed not to cause any embarrassing moments. I had them imported from Italy at great personal expense and-"
"Slop kidding around, Michael." Patty interrupted, slapping his shoulder. "I'm serious. You're sure that we can look in, but they can't see us?"
"Positive."
"Have you watched any body fuck yet?" Debbie asked excitedly.
"Of course."
"What's that?" Patty asked, pointing towards the end of the hallway.
"A video camera. I record everything I see so I can play them back and enjoy the really good parts again."
"Get the fuck out!" Debbie exclaimed, her eyes sparkling at this information. "Can we look at some of them?"
"If you'll be a little patient, we can all watch the real thing." he suggested. "People will start showing up pretty soon, and I'll get us all settled in back here so we can enjoy the show. Okay?"
"Oooooo, I can hardly wait!" Debbie squealed, and patted him on the butt.
"Nice goin' Mikey." Patty praised. "I always knew you were kinky, but you've definitely outdone yourself with this one."
She leaned in and kissed him again, giving his crotch a brief but meaningful squeeze before disconnecting.
"Let's go back to the apartment, and relax until we get a nibble." Michael suggested, and motioned for them to lead the way.
After resealing the inner opening and closing the closet door, he passed out fresh beers.
The trio sipped and talked excitedly for almost an hour before the loud, electric buzzer heralded the arrival of customers.
"What's that?" Debbie asked, jumping a little at the sudden harsh noise.
"Motel guests." Michael answered.
He got out of his easy chair and set his beer on the coffee table.
"I'll be back in a minute." he promised and made his way past Patty (who just couldn't resist giving him a playful pinch on the butt as he walked past) and into the office, leaving the two anxious women whispering back and forth excitedly.
CHAPTER TEN
Michael was a little surprised at the couple he found standing in the office.
He thought it likely that these people had mistaken his motel for a more family oriented establishment judging by the almost juvenile looking male and the woman who was quite obviously several years his senior. His first impression was that of a mother and her son. But, it didn't take Michael long to figure out that they were not here to catch forty winks and a hot shower before getting back on the freeway and continuing on to San Diego.
The male half was little more than a kid.
He was a short, nice looking guy with dirty blond hair and an embarrassing haze of fine, almost invisible fuzz on his upper lip that Michael guessed was supposed to be there. His less-than-fashionable attire suggested that he spent all of his weekly allowance cruising malls for clearance items, although his baggy forty day shitters (as Michael was fond of calling the loose fitting, brightly colored pants popular with the younger set) didn't look too bad on him. He stood absolutely rigid with his hands stuffed in his pockets, and Michael thought that the poor kid looked as though he wished he were somewhere else.
His "date" was another story altogether.
Michael could have sworn he heard sultry saxophone music wafting in from an undetermined source as he surveyed the woman.
She was perhaps a foot taller than the kid and was dressed to the teeth in a clingy black, wrap-around type dress that opened in a sexy 'V on her left side, allowing the discerning ogler an unobstructed view clear to the top of her black silk stocking. Her breasts were world-class, proudly straining against the thin fabric. She wore little make-up on her sculpted face (she didn't even need what she had) and framed her natural beauty with short, forward swept shiny black hair. A small black sequined purse occupied her pretty hands.
The woman offered Mike a perfect Mona Lisa smile that made his testicles ache, and he found himself wishing that he were in the kid's place.
He had just about decided to tell the little man to come back when his moustache grew in, and beg this luscious specimen to let him lick her stockings off when he heard someone speak in an unnaturally stiff, high pitched voice.
"We'd like a room, please." the kid squeaked.
Michael just looked at him for a moment, chewing on his lower lip thoughtfully and still entertaining his fantasy. Finally he heaved a wistful sigh.
"How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen, Sir." the kid answered. "Do you want to see my I.D.?"
"Please." Michael said, and shifted his gaze back to the vision standing a mere three feet from him as the kid jammed his hand into his baggy back pocket to fish out his wallet.
"Sir?" the little man squeaked, holding the card out..
Michael looked down at the kid's quivering hand and glanced at the driver's license.
The guy was eighteen all right.
Shit.
"All right...." Mike said, "would you fill this out for me please?"
He slid the plastic registration unit towards the kid.
"Are you the owner?" The woman asked.
Michael looked at her with fresh interest. Her silky smooth voice didn't surprise him in the least.
"Yes, I am." he replied, unconsciously snatching at his bell and hitching up his pants. "I just opened up for business a few days ago."
"Well, this is just what we needed in this area.
Some place to go with our special friends." she said, nodding toward her date.
The kid was busy filling out the registration form, the tip of his tongue slipping back and forth across his lips as he scribbled the necessary information.
"I know what you mean." Michael agreed. "I hope you enjoy your stay here."
"I'm sure we will "
She gave Michael a questioning look as if she were trying to guess his name.
"Michael." he said, trying to sound as cool and confident as he could as he introduced himself.
"Michael." she repeated, and smiled at him warmly.
He thought his name had never sounded so good.
"Denise." she said. "But ... most people just call me Deanie."
"Hi, Deanie." .
"Hello Michael...." she replied warmly. "I'm very pleased to meet you."
Michael propped his elbows on the counter top and was about to say something suave and meaningful in response, when the little bastard with the milk moustache shot him down in cold blood.
"Here you go." he chirped, pushing the registration unit back across the counter.
Michael gave the card the once over before going into his short sales pitch.
"Did you want the room for two hours for thirty-five dollars, or three hours for ten dollars more?"
"Two hours will be fine, Sir." the kid replied, slipping his shaky fingers into the beat up maroon wallet and waiting for Michael to announce the total.
"That'll be thirty-seven forty-five, please."
The kid handed Michael two twenties and waited as change was made.
After slipping the coins into his pocket and stuffing the bills back into his wallet, he took the key that Michael was dangling in front of him.
"Room number six. Enjoy yourself." he said, and gave the fortunate young man a knowing smile.
"Thank you, sir." the little man said with unfailing politeness.
He turned and walked to the door. After struggling to pull it open he held it, allowing the warm summer air to waft into the air-conditioned office as he waited for the woman to follow him.
"You're welcome." Michael replied.
"Thank you, sir." Deanie said with playful, exaggerated sweetness, parroting her date's flawless manners. "And don't worry " she added, almost whispering in mock seriousness. "I won't hurt the little fellow."
She smiled beautifully, her heart-melting eyes twinkling at Michael before turning and walking through the door and out into the brilliant sunlight.
"That woman's gonna eat him alive." Michael muttered to himself, still wishing that it was him following that gorgeous pay-for-play woman down the narrow walkway to the "School Room".
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Denise Lowsley was not your every day, garden variety call girl.
She was, in fact, a graduate of U.C.L.A. with degrees in music theory and graphic arts. When she relocated to Los Angeles eleven years ago from Gun Lake, Michigan, becoming a high priced call girl was definitely not on her list of projected accomplishments.
Half way through her senior year, Deanie (a nickname bestowed on her in the third grade by her best friend) discovered that she had no marketable talent for music, although she was an exceptional pianist. She discovered a year later that competition in the graphic arts field was fierce, and while Deanie had earned her degree in that financially rewarding area, finding a suitable position depended more upon who you knew, rather than the work you were capable of producing.
So she had taken a job as a hostess at a posh Beverly Hills hotel in order to keep a roof over her head, and spent her days politely refusing offers of money in return for sexual favors from older, very affluent gentlemen.
Deanie was a truly stunning woman and always dressed to show off her spectacular figure, giving special attention to her large, uncommonly beautiful breasts.
It really was no wonder, given her beauty and her intelligence, that Deanie received so many offers of financial "assistance" in return for her company. Working in a hotel that catered to men with seven figure bank accounts simply added to the problem.
One day Deanie was walking in the garden area of the hotel's considerable acreage, enjoying the spring air and nibbling at an apple, when someone approached her from the left, emerging from the impressive grape arbor that had been a part of the hotel's luxurious appeal since it was erected in the spring of 1921.
"Hi!" the young woman called out.
Deanie took a quick look around her to see if the visitor was speaking to someone else. After confirming that she was alone in the garden, she turned to face the woman.
"Hello." Deanie greeted her.
"Lunch break?"
"Yes, if you can call an apple lunch." she answered, holding up the half eaten piece of fruit and smiling wryly.
"My name's Kathy." the lovely young woman informed her.
Deanie thought she looked about twenty years old.
"I've seen you around the hotel., .and I just wanted to meet you." she said, offering her hand.
Deanie accepted Kathy's hand and shook it firmly, just as her father had taught her.
"I'm Deanie, Kathy. I'm the hostess here."
"Yes, I know. The hostess with the mostest I'd say, judging by the way the old tigers that frequent this place keep trying to persuade you to share your time with them."
She gave Deanie a knowing smile, and winked at her.
"It's that obvious, huh?" Deanie asked, a slightly pained look on her face.
"Ohhh, is it ever." Kathy assured her. "Have you ever taken any of them up on it?"
"No, but sometimes the money they offer me makes it hard to turn them down. I mean, it couldn't be that bad helping an old guy out and earning a few hundred dollars."
"It isn't." Kathy said matter-of-factly.
Deanie cast a wary eye on the woman for a moment.
"You mean....you've done that?"
"Many times." Kathy said. "And I own a bright blue Porsche that I park in a security garage under the condominium that I'm buying because of it. Those nice old guys insist on giving me the kind of money it takes to live that sort of lifestyle....in exchange for my spending a little time with them."
"No shit." Deanie said incredulously. "You really do that? You're a hooker?"
"Yep." Kathy assured her. "But not a hooker, Deanie." she corrected. "I'm a call girl, and if you want, I'd be happy to tell you how to do it too." she offered, crossing her arms and smiling confidently at Deanie.
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to listen." Deanie agreed.
And so the two women spent the remainder of Deanie's lunch hour talking about the financial security that was possible in that line of work. As the end of her lunch hour approached, Deanie asked if they could meet later and continue their conversation.
"How 'bout if you go with me and watch me at work, Deanie." Kathy suggested. "You wouldn't be required to do anything but observe, and my client would be thrilled to have a beautiful woman watch while I take care of him. No hassles, I promise." she assured her.
"Yeah...." Deanie agreed. "That might be fun. Are you sure it's safe?" she asked.
"Of course!" Kathy exclaimed. "Most of these guys are tame as puppies and besides, this guy might even offer you some money just for being there and adding to his kicks. You'll have a good time, Deanie."
"All right." Deanie decided. "Come to the service desk a little later and I'll give you directions to my apartment."
"See you then." Kathy said.
She turned and strolled back through the arbor, disappearing into the dappled shadows.
* * *
Kathy picked up Deanie at her apartment, and by seven-thirty that evening they were in an exclusive portion of west Los Angeles standing in the softly lit entry-way of the client's huge home.
"Don't be nervous, Deanie." Kathy soothed. "Just take my cues and be sickeningly sweet to this gentleman, okay?"
"Gotcha'." Deanie confirmed, and was surprised at how natural this all seemed to her.
Kathy lifted the heavy iron door knocker and banged it against the strike plate twice, announcing their arrival.
A few moments later the door swung open revealing a nice looking, graying man in his mid-fifties wearing a beautiful black silk robe.
"Hello, Mr. Kerchoff." Kathy greeted him. "This is my friend, Deanie. I hope you don't mind my bringing her along, she's kind of a voyeur, and wants to watch us, if that's all right with you." she lied.
Mr. Kerchoff looked at Deanie for a moment before finding his voice.
"Fine, Kathy. That's just fine." he agreed in a rich baritone voice that oozed authority.
Deanie thought that he probably got to his position of obvious wealth by being in control of the people around him.
"Come in." he invited, and opened the door a bit more.
The girl's entered the plush home and were ushered down a long, wide hallway lined with obviously expensive antique artifacts and works of very erotic art, some of the pictures depicting scenes of familiar female personalities engaging in blatantly obscene sexual acts with unnaturally endowed men.
The hallway emptied into a huge, beautifully furnished living room where they were offered comfortable seating.
Deanie felt immediately soothed by the soft, sexy music that seemed to waft from every direction.
Mr. Kerchoff offered drinks and a tray of unfamiliar snacks.
"No, thank you." Kathy declined. "But I do need to use your bathroom, Mr. Kerchoff. I know where it is." she said and left the room, leaving Deanie alone with the client.
She also declined the refreshments.
Mr. Kerchoff, who had seated himself in a low, leather upholstered "Lazy Boy" type of chair with no arms, looked Deanie over from her toes to nose before speaking again, his eyes sliding up and down her shapely legs and then settling rudely on her proud breasts, appraising them for several seconds.
Deanie was was not the least bit bothered by his overt leering, and waited patiently for him to finish.
Finally, he ended his crude visual tour and fixed his cool gray eyes on her lovely baby blues.
"So, Deanie....you enjoy watching people fuck?" he asked her, coming directly to the point and obviously arousing himself by talking dirty in front of a strange, attractive young woman.
Deanie played up to him beautifully.
"Yes, I do." she informed him in her sexiest voice. "I love watching a man do nasty, sexy things to a woman. Sometimes, if it's really nasty, I can get so hot and excited I actually wet my panties." she "confessed", lowering her head demurely for dramatic effect.
Mr. Kerchoff shifted slightly in his seat and cleared his throat.
"What sort of things do you like to watch, Deanie?" he asked, his voice sounding a little strained. His expensive robe had slipped off one thigh when he adjusted himself in his seat, allowing Deanie to see far enough inside to realize that he wasn't wearing any underwear. The man made no effort to conceal his privates, obviously deriving sexual pleasure from displaying himself to her, and Deanie excited him further by glancing at the opening for a moment before answering him.
"What sort of things do you do?" she countered, turning her head as Kathy reentered the room.
"That's much better." Kathy said, and sat down close to Deanie.
"I usually invite Mr. Kerchoff into the bathroom when I need to use the toilet because he likes to watch me pee." Kathy informed her. "But, I thought he'd probably like to visit with you for a minute instead." she said.
"Yes...." Mr. Kerchoff confirmed, "when the mood strikes me, I do derive a certain . ... how should I phrase it....perverse pleasure from looking between Kathy's lovely thighs as she takes care of her pressing needs. Have you ever allowed anyone to observe the proceedings as you urinate, Deanie?" he asked, a definite lecherous quality in his voice now. "It can be a very profitable experience, you know."
"Well....I guess I've just never been asked properly before." she answered sweetly.
Kathy glanced at her new friend and gave her an unmistakable All right, Deanie! look..
Well then...." Mr. Kerchoff said, looking at Deanie with fresh interest. "I usually add a crisp, new, one hundred dollar bill to Kathy's considerable earnings for the evening when she and I engage in that sort of....activity. Will that amount be adequate for your services as well?"
A hundred dollars! Deanie thought to herself. She had to fight to keep her excitement from showing.
"Why yes, Mr. Kerchoff. That will be fine."
"Would you care to join us in the lavatory, Kathy?" he asked.
"No ... I'll just wait out here if it's all the same to you." she answered, easing herself back in her seat and crossing her legs sexily. "You guys go ahead."
"Well then....after you, Deanie." Mr. Kerchoff said.
Deanie got up from her seat and walked in the direction she had seen Kathy go. A moment later she found herself at the entrance to a truly magnificent bathroom. Everything was done in gold and white, and there was a bidet against the far wall about six feet from the expensive looking toilet.
Mr. Kerchoff slipped by her and entered the room, walking to the corner near the tub and picking up a little leather covered stool.
"This way, Deanie." he said, and gestured for her to join him.
Deanie stepped into the bathroom and made her way to the toilet.
Mr. Kerchoff placed the stool directly in front of the gleaming toilet, and sat down. He reached behind the toilet and Deanie heard a soft click.
A small directional overhead lamp snapped on, it's strong beam of light aimed directly at the center of the toilet.
This guy really likes this sort of thing Deanie thought as she realized the significance of the illuminated toilet.
Mr. Kerchoff pulled his robe open in front, completely exposing his penis, and spread his thighs open wide. Then he looked up at Deanie.
"What would you like me to do, Mr. Kerchoff?" she asked, undaunted by the strong beam of light that was obviously intended to shine directly on her vagina as she "performed" for the man. "I mean ... do you simply want me to sit and pee for you? Or is there some special position you'd like to have me in?"
"I'll leave the details up to you, Deanie. If you provide me with an especially pleasing performance, I'll add an additional sum to your pay envelope. Or, you may simply take care of your needs in a more normal fashion, and receive the previously agreed upon fee. It is strictly your choice." he informed her.
Deanie played a quick game of mental ping-pong as she mulled over the possibilities and the offer of more money. Finally she decided that since she didn't have a problem with allowing this gentleman to satisfy his kinky nature by watching her on the toilet, she might as well give him the sort of show he obviously wished to see, and make a few more duckets in the bargain.
"All right, Mr. Kerchoff. You just relax and enjoy yourself," she said in her most cordial, agreeable tone.
Deanie began the 'show" by turning to her right so she faced away from him. She positioned herself so that the bright beam of light shined directly on her backside. Then she slowly hiked her tight, stretchy skirt up in back till it was gathered around her waist, giving her audience of one a prolonged view of her panty hose encased buttocks. She remained in that pose for several seconds before turning to the left and facing him again, only to discover that Mr. Kerchoff was masturbating, working his hand up and down an uncommonly large penis.
Deanie smiled down at him and proceeded to lift her skirt in front, slowly gathering the material until it too was rolled up around her waist. Then she turned to her left and made a dramatic production out of lowering her panty hose, tilting her hips right and left to make her buttocks shift deliciously as she inched the sheer nylon material down over her rear. When she had exposed about half of her rear to him, she decided to add some nasty talk to make the man as excited as possible.
"I'm really glad that you asked me to let you watch me pee, Mr. Kerchoff...." she began, and tilted her shapely hips to the left. "I get soooo hot when I do really nasty stuff in front of a man....as this definitely qualifies as nasty."
There was no verbal reply from the man, only the soft, rhythmic slap slap slap sound as he masturbated.
Deanie turned to face him again.
"No one has ever watched me pee before this is the very first time for me. You might say that I'm sort of a toilet virgin, Mr. Kerchoff." she informed him, and eased the front of her panty hose down just enough to allow him a teasing view of her dark, fluffy pubic hair.
Mr. Kerchoff's eyes were absolutely glued to the narrow strip of pubic hair that peeked over the elastic of Deanie's panty hose.
"I wonder how long I can pee for you, Mr. Kerchoff."
Deanie exposed a little more hair for him, and noticed that he had increased the speed of his masturbation. "Maybe I can pee longer than any girl you've ever watched before." she said, and bent over, wiggling her rear as she worked the panty hose down past her knees. Then she stood up straight, and allowed the man to stare at her hairy pubic mound for several moments as he stroked himself furiously.
She looked down at herself and saw that the brilliant light shining down on her made her squeaky clean pubic hair glisten beautifully, and decided that his lighting trick wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"Now you just keep looking right here at my pussy, Mr. Kerchoff." Deanie said, moving her hands to her lower belly and fluffing her pubic hair with her finger tips. "I wouldn't want you to miss a single thing." she added, and seated herself squarely on the toilet seat. She spread her knees wide apart to give the man the best view possible of her illuminated vagina, then continued with her nasty dialog.
"Which do you like best, Mr. Kerchoff....the part where the girl is actually peeing for you, or do you get even more excited watching her while she wipes her pussy?"
The man continued to stare intently between Deanie's naked thighs as he stroked himself and listened to her verbal
"Ooooo ... it won't be long now, Mr. Kerchoff." Deanie informed him sweetly. Then she began to stroke the insides of her naked thighs with her perfectly manicured finger nails, teasing him even more as they both waited for the event to begin.
Thirty seconds later Deanie suddenly spread her thighs even wider and moved her hands close to her crotch. She used her slender fingers to gently spread her vagina lips wide open, exposing the bright pink interior for her employer.
"Now, Mr. Kerchoff....I'm going to pee for you right now." she stated, and allowed her muscles to relax just enough to permit a thin stream of urine to drizzle into toilet bowl.
"I'm going to make this last as long as I can for you, Mr. Kerchoff." she informed him, then let another weak dribble escape her. "Is this what you wanted to see?"
Another teasing squirt of liquid from her vagina.
"Do you like the way I pee for you?" she asked, and allowed a sharper, more forceful stream of urine to splash into the bowl.
Mister Kerchoff was almost beside himself as he masturbated feverishly and gazed at Deanie's wet vagina.
"Now I'm going to pee very hard for you, Mr. Kerchoff." Deanie announced, and suddenly let her bladder go full force, straining slightly as she flexed her strong muscles and urinated noisily into the toilet bowl for several seconds.
As the quantity of her urine began to lessen, Deanie began to rhythmically flex and relax, flex and relax, making the last few dribbles that left her body as noisy as she could. Finally she stopped altogether, and took a deep breath, releasing her gentle hold on her vagina lips.
"There you are, Mr. Kerchoff. I've finished peeing for you. Now....would you like to watch me wipe my wet little pussy clean?" she asked.
Without waiting for an answer, Deanie pulled a long strip of tissue from the gleaming gold dispenser next to the toilet and made a big show out of folding the paper just so before dipping it between her thighs and wiping herself in a long, luxurious stroke.
"Hmmmmm, I think it needs just a little a little more wiping down there. What do you think, Mr. Kerchoff?"
She sat very still on the toilet and did nothing until the man nodded his head.
"Well then ... let's just wipe it all over again, shall we?"
This time after preparing the paper, Deanie stopped her hand just before it reached her crotch."
"Perhaps you would like to wipe my pussy for me, Mr. Kerchoff. That way you would be certain that it is as clean as it should be." she suggested, and offered the paper to him.
The man looked into her eyes for several seconds before accepting the wad of tissue.
"Now...." Deanie began, "the trick here is to be very gentle when you wipe a woman's pussy. You never wipe to the rear though. You must always wipe toward the front." she explained, then spread her luscious thighs wide open again. "Go ahead, Mr. Kerchoff. Wipe my pussy clean for me."
The man stopped masturbating, and leaned forward a little. He reached in between Deanie's thighs and pressed the paper gently against her hairy vagina.
"Easy now that's it, Mr. Kerchoff. That's very good." she praised as he finished the short stroke.
He suddenly moved his hand back between her thighs and pushed the wad of paper clear through to her rear.
"Well ... you've got the right idea, Mr. Kerchoff...." Deanie said, grabbing his wrist and holding it firmly as she felt the paper brushing back and forth against her anus. "But that wasn't part of the agreement we made." she corrected in her sweetest voice.
The man looked into her eyes and saw that she was serious in her protest. He then reluctantly withdrew his hand from between her thighs and sat squarely on his stool again.
"I don't mind letting you watch me pee or even wiping my pussy for me, Mr. Kerchoff. But any other bodily functions that I perform on a toilet are strictly a private affair. Okay?"
Deanie offered the man such a sweet smile that he was completely disarmed, and no further discussion on the matter was necessary.
He smiled back, and closed the front of his robe.
Deanie got up from the toilet seat, and took her sweet time getting her panty hose back into place, with plenty of sexy wriggling and squirming for effect. When she had her skirl back in place, she reached out and placed her warm hand on his shoulder.
"I think we're all finished here, Mr. Kerchoff. Let's go back and join Kathy now. I'm sure she is wondering if we got lost or something."
"Yes ... yes of course. I nearly forgot her with all the ... excitement."
He got up, returned the stool to it's place in the comer, and casually escorted Deanie back to the living room.
"Well, hello there you two. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever see you again.' Kathy said as they took their seats again.
"I was demonstrating the fine art of proper wiping techniques to Mr. Kerchoff, Kathy. Sorry we were so long in there." Deanie apologized.
"Well, since you've brought along a guest and promised her the opportunity to observe us as we engage in sexual activities, I think we should give her something to watch, Kathy." Mr. Kerchoff suggested, and pulled his robe completely open. He then placed a leg on either side of the sloping, armless chair, spreading his thighs wide to expose his immense, half-hard penis and an impressive set of testicles.
"Nice cock, isn't it Deanie?" Kathy commented.
"Yes ... it's huge. I saw it while we were in the bathroom." she agreed.
"Mr. Kerchoff likes to fuck me with all my clothes on." Kathy said, standing up as she spoke.
She reached under the front of her skirt with both hands, and Deanie heard a soft ripping sound.
"I just rip a hole in the crotch of my panty hose big enough for that monster cock of his, and try not to faint when he fucks me with it." Kathy said, complimenting her client in the explanation. She continued working on the crotch of her panty hose, but was interrupted by the client.
"I'll pay you another hundred dollars if you'll finish ripping Kathy's panty hose, Deanie." he offered, his voice firm and authoritative again.
"Excuse me?" Deanie almost whispered.
"I want to watch you put your hands between Kathy's thighs and tear the hole in her panty hose." he stated, enunciating his words very clearly as if she were hard of hearing. "I'll pay you an extra one hundred dollars to do it."
"Yeah, Deanie." Kathy urged. "Go ahead and do it for him. I don't mind."
Deanie had never even considered touching another woman's body, but after what she had just allowed in the bathroom, this request actually seemed rather tame in comparison.
"Come here, Kathy." Deanie instructed her new friend.
Kathy moved in close to Deanie and stood directly in front of her.
"Pull up your skirt and spread your legs, please." she requested.
She watched as Kathy hiked the material up to her waist, rocking herself side to side to position her feet wide apart.
Deanie reached brazenly between the girl's warm thighs with both hands and made a big production out of the task, carefully inserting her fingers into the small hole that Kathy had already made and intentionally making contact with her vagina for Mr.
Kerchoff's benefit, taking much longer than was actually necessary to accomplish what he had asked her to do.
After a solid three minutes of fumbling around dramatically in Kathy's crotch with her fingers, Deanie finally 'succeeded" in tearing a large hole in the material, exposing the girl from her vagina area to her rear. She straightened herself and scooted back into her chair again, a look of accomplishment on her lovely face.
"Bravo." Mr. Kerchoff praised. "How do your fingers smell?" he asked, and leaned forward a little in excited anticipation of her answer. There was a definite dirty-old-man gleam in his eye.
Deanie saw her chance to really get him going, so she repositioned her self on the edge of her chair again.
Kathy had allowed her skirt to fall down to its original position, so Deanie simply shoved her right up underneath it and gently stroked the hair covering her crotch with her finger tips.
The startled girl obliged Deanie by quickly spreading her thighs again and allowed her vagina to be fondled for several seconds.
When she was through, Deanie brought the hand to her face crudely smelled her fingers, locking eyes with Mr. Kerchoff as she dramatically.
"Mmmmmm . ... this is the first time I've ever smelled another woman's pussy, Mr. Kerchoff." she confessed. "Actually ... I kind of like the sexy odor."
Deanie smiled demurely at him, then sniffed at her fingers a second time for effect before laying them in her lap. She noticed that his enormous penis was fully erect now, and was suddenly very glad that she wasn't personally responsible for relieving the man's urgent condition.
Mr. Kerchoff studied Deanie for a moment before speaking again.
"How would you like to earn another hundred dollars?"
"What did you have in mind?" Deanie asked, looking him squarely in the eye.
"I want you to put a rubber on my cock and then hold it while Kathy mounts me."
Once again, Deanie gave his offer careful consideration before answering.
"All right, Mr. Kerchoff." she agreed. "But if you'll double your offer, I'll keep my hand on your big cock while she fucks you."
Kathy looked at Deanie with total amazement on her face, partly from the pleasurable stroking her vagina had just been treated to, but also because of her new friend's bold offer to become directly involved with the sexual act itself.
"Well...." she said. "I guess I don't have to worry about you being shy, Deanie."
Her eyes twinkled at Deanie as she spoke.
"Not at all, Kathy." she admitted. "I'm kind of enjoying making Mr. Kerchoff happy."
Deanie offered him her naughtiest smile.
"You're going to be very good at this, Deanie." he assured her.
"Why, thank you, Mr. Kerchoff." she said. "Now ... where do you keep your condoms?"
"Oh, I've got one right here." Kathy interjected, retrieving the little packet from her bra and handing it to Deanie.
Deanie looked a little quizzically at the woman before carefully opening the wrapper and removing the condom. She deposited the cellophane on the table next to her chair and turned to her employer.
"Are you ready, Mr. Kerchoff?" she asked, smiling warmly at him.
"I am." he answered, and arranged himself in his chair so that his butt was on the edge and he was almost laying back on the seat. His almost frightening erection rested on his stomach, the huge head reaching past his navel.
Deanie put the condom between her lips and rose from her chair, quickly covering the short distance to the luxurious leather chair that he was occupying. Then she eased herself down on her knees between his widely spread thighs. Still holding the little rub her disc in her lips, she slid her warm hands slowly and sexily up the insides of the man's hairy thighs to a point just below his testicles, intentionally denying him the pleasure of her touch on his sensitive scrotum, electing instead to grasp his huge penis with her left hand. She was more than a little shocked at how hot the flesh felt, and realized with a rush of icy excitement that she could feel his heart beating strongly as she held it. Her slender fingers could only reach about three-quarters of the way around the thick shaft and she almost lost her grip as she pulled at it, standing the huge organ straight up.
"Mmmmmmm...." the man groaned softly at her touch.
Deanie removed the condom from her lips with her right hand and placed the comparatively small object on the intimidating head of his penis, allowing it to rest there for a moment like a funny little hat while she readjusted her knees. When she was satisfied with her comfort, she formed a semi-circle with the thumb and middle finger of her right hand and began to roll the condom downward, encountering some resistance as she attempted to force the latex device over the broad rim.
When she succeeded she began to roll the condom down, intentionally taking her time, more for her benefit than his, as she had never seen such an enormous penis and was rather enjoying this close-up view.
As her efforts brought the latex sheath near the root of his penis, Mr. Kerchoff asked: "Would you like to ride it, Deanie? Would you like to feel my cock up inside of your little pussy."
For a fleeting moment, Deanie considered giving it a try.
"No, thank you." she answered. "But, don't give up on me Mr. Kerchoff. I may change my mind at some later date, if Kathy has no objection."
Deanie squeezed his penis gently and smiled at him.
"Here you are." Kathy said, holding a tube of K-Y jelly and a small towel toward Deanie, who hadn't even noticed her absence she was so entranced by the man's hot, pulsing organ. "Be sure to put a lot of this on his cock for me, Deanie."
Deanie took the tube from her and removed the cap. She squeezed a lump of the jelly into her right hand and then placed the tube and cap, along with the little towel, on the carpet. Still keeping his erection standing upright, she grasped the head with her jelly-filled hand and began to smear the lubricant all over it, steadily moving her hand downward until the entire shaft was coated. Deanie then began to slowly masturbate the man's huge penis, teasingly sliding her fingers up and down the rigid shaft as she spread the lubricant evenly, her entire arm moving with the effort.
"Sometime, I may be able to entice you to visit me again and jack me off till I climax, Deanie." Mr. Kerchoff said. "I would make it very worth your while."
"You'll have to clear that with Kathy." Deanie informed him. "But I certainly wouldn't mind." she added, and moved her hand to the massive head of his penis, stroking that sensitive area quickly several times to "jack him off' a little and help ensure that he would speak to Kathy about the request.
"I think he's ready for you, Kathy." Deanie announced, looking over her shoulder at the girl. "He's about as slippery as he's going to get."
Kathy suddenly lifted her right leg and swung it over Deanie's head, ending up in a straddling position over the man's poised erection, her thighs spread wide by the armless chair he was occupying.
In her position, under and slightly behind Kathy's rear, Deanie couldn't see but clearly heard the unmistakable sounds of passionate kissing that lasted for perhaps ten seconds. When the kiss was finished, Kathy straightened herself somewhat.
"I'm ready, Deanie." she announced.
"Lift your skirt back here so I can see you." Deanie instructed.
Kathy did as she was told, reaching back and jerking her skirt up to the small of her back and tucking part of it inside the waist band so it would remain out of the way.
This gave Deanie a narrow view of the cleft between Kathy's buttocks and her furry crotch through the elongated rip in her panty hose.
Deanie put her left hand on Kathy's hip and aimed the huge penis at her vagina.
"Squat down some, Kathy." she directed, and adjusted the position of the pulsing monster as Kathy brought her vagina down against the thick head.
Deanie carefully brushed the tip back and forth, sliding it along in the groove between Kathy's vagina lips several times until she was satisfied that she had it positioned correctly.
"Okay, Kathy....you're on your own." she said, then watched with great interest as the young woman slowly, carefully brought herself downward like a rodeo cowboy mounting a dangerous bull, taking the gigantic penis into her body inch by inch and letting soft little grunts escape her as one does when they are lifting something very heavy.
Deanie decided to try and help ease the insertion. She moved her hand from Kathy's hip to her left buttock, slipping her thumb underneath and into the hole in the crotch of her panty hose. She placed the pad of her thumb on the side of the girl's vagina and gently pulled the lip over, spreading her open a little.
When Kathy had taken half of the penis up inside of her she stopped, repositioned her feet, and continued slowly downward until her vagina had devoured three quarters of the man's organ.
Deanie noticed that she was breathing quite rapidly now, and her thighs were trembling slightly.
Suddenly, Mr. Kerchoff leaned forward, reached around to Kathy's rear with both hands and ripped her panty hose wide open. He then grabbed the girl's buttocks and crudely pried them wide apart, completely exposing the girl's anus to Deanie's view.
"Is that nasty enough for you, Deanie?" he asked her, his voice very husky and filled with raw lust.
He then moved his hand a little and began to obscenely finger Kathy's anus, making her flinch slightly and moan with the sudden sensation.
"Is this the kind of thing that makes you wet your panties?" he asked.
Deanie actually found herself being aroused at this crude sight, and answered in the affirmative.
"Yes, Mr. Kerchoff." she confirmed. "Like I said, the nastier the better."
Deanie once again decided to try and make things a little more comfortable for Kathy.
"Take your finger away for a moment, Mr. Kerchoff."
He did as she requested, lifting his finger and holding it still for her.
Deanie released his penis and grasped his finger with her slippery hand, smearing some of the K-Y jelly on it.
"There...." she said, "that's the more civilized way to play with a woman's asshole, Mr. Kerchoff."
She watched as the excited man unceremoniously poked his finger into Kathy's anus, burying it to the second knuckle in a single thrust.
"Uhhhhh!" Kathy grunted loudly. Her shapely buttocks suddenly clamped tightly together as his finger poked up inside of her, and Deanie could see them quivering with the strain as she attempted to halt any further progress. Slowly, she regained her control and allowed her buttocks to relax.
As soon as she did Mr. Kerchoff began to pump his finger rhythmically in and out of her sensitive anus, repositioning his other hand and spreading her rear open even further on one side, apparently giving himself an added sexual thrill be forcing Deanie to view the vulgar act he was inflicting on the girl.
Kathy seemed to gather herself, and she began to move her body, the man's mammoth penis disappearing and reappearing as she squatted and stood, squatted and stood, carefully fucking herself on his fat erection. Deanie smiled to herself as she watched the girl who appeared to be performing some kind of sexual aerobics, when she suddenly realized that she could clearly smell the sex in the air. The combination of obscene visual input and the erotic, musky, rich odors emanating from the union of sexual organs mere inches from her face threw Deanie into a state of intense sexual excitement.
Without thinking, she leaned her head forward and sucked gently on the man's hairy scrotum until she had drawn one of his big testicles into her warm, wet mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmm " he groaned loudly at the sudden sensation, his hips jerking upward involuntarily several times.
Kathy immediately took advantage of the situation, squatting down and holding herself still as his thick penis fucked in and out of her tightly stretched vagina of its own accord.
Deanie's forehead bumped gently against the bottom of Kathy's naked buttocks as she moved up and down, keeping her mouth perfectly positioned on the man's testicle as he humped himself up into the girl's body.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh." she moaned lustily each time Mr. Kerchoff stabbed his penis into her.
Deanie sucked on this testicle for several seconds until his thrusting began to subside, and then quickly switched her attention to the remaining over-sized gland, drawing it into the heat of her velvety mouth and sucking it as she had done before, causing the excited man to renew his thrusting motion and thoroughly delighting Kathy again.
Deanie added to her employer's arousal by scraping her finger nails lightly along the sensitive skin inside of the man's left thigh, teasing him from his knee to his crotch as she sucked his big testicle, sliding her wet tongue all over the ultra-sensitive scrotum and bobbing her head in time with his thrusting. She had unconsciously closed her eyes when she first began to suck the man's testicles, but decided to open them now and was treated to two very exciting, extremely close-up views.
Mr. Kerchoff's middle finger jabbing quickly in and out of Kathy's cinnamon colored anus and his long, thick penis thrusting up into her wet vagina.
Suddenly Deanie felt his swollen testicle pull against her sucking mouth, and his granite-like penis began to convulse.
He shuddered convulsively, grunting and groaning like a wounded animal as he emptied his testicles into Kathy's vagina, and Deanie had the unique opportunity to hold a man's testicle in her mouth at the precise moment of orgasm, actually feeling the sperm course through the swollen gland as it jetted toward his penis.
His excited thrusting lasted for perhaps ten seconds before diminishing to a jerky, uncoordinated humping.
Kathy was sighing repeatedly and had resumed her rhythmic squatting, actually forcing more of the man's thick organ into herself than before, attempting to provide her employer with a little extra pleasure.
Mr. Kerchoff's finger had ceased it's frenzied invasion of the girl's anus, and Deanie actually became more aroused as she heard the soft sucking sound his finger made as he withdrew it from the tight orifice.
As the man's jerky humping finally wound down to a barely perceptible movement, Deanie provided his scrotum with a final, thorough licking, sliding her wet tongue over the entire hairy surface for several seconds and ending her attentions with a loud, sucking kiss.
Kathy finally stopped impaling herself on the huge penis and slowly elevated her body until the organ pulled free and from her vagina and flopped against his lower stomach with a wet slap! She gave a little hop with one foot and swung her leg back over Deanie's head again. When she was clear of the chair and Deanie, she stepped in close to Mr. Kerchoff's upper body and turned around to face away from him, her bare buttocks within easy reach, and simply stood there.
Her breathing was still coming in rapid pulls as she placed her hands back on her rear and spread her buttocks apart, calmly allowing the man to reinsert his finger into her anus and obscenely fuck it in and out of her as he stared at Deanie.
"This is a regular part of our sessions, Deanie." he explained. "I insist on Kathy allowing me to use her in this way after we fuck. It's what I pay her so well for."
Deanie watched the lewd display for a few seconds, actually wondering what it felt like to have a finger in her anus. Then she picked up the little towel and wiped her hands thoroughly before dropping the cloth again and easing herself up from the floor. After a last look at the man's finger as it crudely slid in and out of Kathy's glistening anus, Deanie turned and reclaimed her seat.
"Care to make another hundred dollars? I would love to put a finger in your asshole, Deanie."
"No, thank you Mr. Kerchoff. Perhaps another time." Deanie declined, smiling warmly and smoothing her skirt.
"At least afford me the pleasure of seeing it." he suggested. "There would be a generous bonus in it for you, Deanie."
She smiled at him.
"All right, Mr. Kerchoff. But only if you promise to just look at me." she said, and gave the man a serious look.
"You have my word."
She got up from her chair and positioned herself next to Kathy, who was moaning softly each time Mr. Kerchoff s slipped his finger up inside of her anus.
Deanie grasped the bottom of her tight skirt in the back and pulled it up slowly until it was up over the small of her back. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panty hose and slid them down slowly to about mid-thigh. Then she placed her hands on her naked buttocks and spread them as wide as she could, bending at the waist to completely expose her wrinkled anus for Mr.Kerchoff's viewing pleasure.
"Delicious." he complimented, still working his finger in and out of Kathy's rear. "You possess an absolutely delicious looking asshole, Deanie."
Deanie allowed him to view her in this way for perhaps two minutes, listening to Kathy's soft moans and grunts and realizing that she actually was deriving some perverse enjoyment from displaying her anus in this crude manner. Then she straightened herself, pulled her panty hose back up again and lowered her skirt. She provided the man with a sweet smile and returned to her seat.
Finally, after several minutes of allowing the man to abuse her anus in this crude manner, Kathy moved her body forward a little, pulling her rear away from his hand and ending the vulgar session.
"That was great sex, Mr. Kerchoff." Kathy told the man as she bent and reached for the hand towel. She used the cloth to carefully wipe her crotch and rear and then dropped it on the carpet again. She then pulled the back of her skirt out of the waist band and let it fall back to its original position. "But then....it's always great with you." she complimented him, and leaned to kiss him briefly.
When she stood straight again, the man reached into his robe pocket and produced a hand full of bills.
"Take what you think it was worth, Kathy." he said, and allowed her to remove several hundred dollar bills from his hand. When she took what the deemed appropriate for the night's activities, she stepped away and eased herself into her seat.
"Your turn, Deanie." the man said.
Deanie got up and went to Mr. Kerchoff's side. She took three of the bills, then looked at him questioningly.
He simply smiled at her, giving no indication that he would object to her taking more if she wished.
Deanie carefully snatched another bill from his hand, then another.
"Will you be visiting me again at some future date, Deanie?" he asked.
"Only if Kathy has no objections, Mr. Kerchoff." she answered.
"Not at all, Deanie." Kathy assured her.
"Then I'd be very happy to see you again." Deanie informed him. "Only next time, I'll make certain I'm able to spend more time with you in the bathroom, Mr. Kerchoff.'" she added, and offered him a wicked little smile to seal the agreement.
The man nodded at his hand, and Deanie took two more of the bills.
"Thank you. Mr. Kerchoff."
"Not at all, Deanie." he said simply.
After some polite small talk, Mr. Kerchoff rose from his expensive chair and politely ushered the women to the door. He thanked them for their time and their services once more, and after wishing them well, closed the big oak door.
They walked quickly to Kathy's expensive car.
"So how do I get my own clients." Deanie asked.
Both women burst into laughter, and Kathy put a friendly arm around her new colleague.
Deanie found herself at the Fantasy Land Motel with this young man at the request of a friend and business associate who had asked her to take a "date" that she simply couldn't fit into her schedule. She had accepted, and allowed the woman to give her number to the little guy, who promptly called her and picked her up at her luxurious apartment in an exclusive part of west Los Angeles.
And now, as they walked toward the room her date had just paid for, she decided to give the cute little man the ride of his young life.
"What? What?" Patty inquired as Michael returned to his living room, rubbing his hands together and cackling excitedly.
"You ladies are about to witness a guy getting what I believe to be his very first piece of ass." he informed them. He grabbed his beer off the coffee table and tipped it, draining the last of the room temperature liquid. "Follow me." he instructed, crooking his index finger at the girl's.
Both women immediately obeyed, jumping up from their chairs and lining up behind him at the closet door.
"Is he good looking?" Debbie asked.
"He looks like a fucking Boy Scout." Michael answered, moving the vacuum cleaner to one side.
"No shit?" Patty chirped excitedly.
"No shit." he echoed. "Now listen, you guys." Michael said, pointing a finger at them to emphasize the gravity of what he was about to say. "You're going to have to be very quiet in here. They can't see us, but if we make enough noise, they'll certainly be able to hear us. Comprende?" he asked, hoisting his eyebrows and waiting for them to confirm that they had understood the importance of his instructions.
"Okay, Mike." Debbie agreed, nodding her head solemnly.
"No sweat, Mikey." Patty said, grinning merrily.
Michael gave her an exasperated look.
"All right." he said, and pushed on the wall.
Once again the hallway loomed before them.
Michael looked over his shoulder at the girl's one last time and placed a finger to his lips.
"Shhhhhh." he cautioned, and passed through the opening, his accomplices close on his heels.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Thank you." Deanie said.
She stepped into the room as Sean held the door for her.
He followed, and fumbled with the lock for a few seconds before successfully securing the door behind them.
Deanie walked around the room, chuckling to herself at the obvious purpose behind the "Happy Days" setting.
"What's all this stuff for?" he asked.
"Didn't you ever fantasize about fucking one of your teachers, Sean?"
"Yeah. Mrs. Bassey, in the tenth grade."
"Well " Deanie said, fixing him with a steady gaze, "that's what all this stuff is for. For the next two hours ... and for the right price....you get to do anything you ever fantasized about doing to Mrs. Bassey."
"Oh yeah." he said quietly. "I guess I'd better pay you. How much for every thing?" he asked, once again fishing in his baggy pants for his wallet.
"As we discussed on the telephone, my fee is two hundred dollars an hour." she reminded him. "But if you want me for two hours, I'll give you a break in price, depending on what you want to do to me, Sean."
He looked at her quizzically.
"Well, I though you already knew what I want to do with you." he said, sounding more than a little confused.
"Sean . ... not everybody likes the same things. If you just want to fuck me " Deanie hunched her shoulders a little and shook her head, trying to find the right way to explain the various reasons for hiring a call girl to him. "I mean ... if you want to fuck me like you fuck your girlfriend's little pussy, then that's what I get two hundred an hour for." she explained.
"I don't have a girlfriend." he admitted, lowering his head and talking to his shoes.
"Well, you've had sex before, haven't you?"
"Almost." he answered quietly.
"What do you mean, almost?"
"I sort of had an accident in my pants on my birthday last year." he confided. "Julie Harris and I were playing around and I just sort of had an accident."
Deanie looked at him compassionately.
"You mean you were like, playing with her breasts and you got so excited that you ejaculated in your pants?" she inquired softly.
"Yeah, but she didn't know it."
"Well, then you've never...." Deanie pointed in the general direction of her vagina.
"Huh uh." he answered, obviously ashamed of himself.
"Okay, Sean. That's all right." she comforted. "This is your first time, and so I'm going to give you a special deal. I'll stay with you for two hours, for two hundred dollars, and you can do anything you want to me. Sort of experiment with my body. How's that sound?"
"All right." Sean agreed, lifting his eyes to meet hers. "Anything?"
"Yes." Deanie assured him. "With the exception of pain, Sean. I'm not into pain. But, you don't seem like the type to want to cause pain to a lady anyway. Are you?"
"No, Deanie."
"All right then. Why don't you go ahead and pay me, and we'll get that out of the way."
She moved in close to Sean as he sorted through the bills in his wallet. When he handed the proper amount to her Deanie folded the money, slipped it into her little purse and laid the bag on the "teacher's" desk. She turned and sat on the forward edge of the desk in a side-saddle pose, cocking one leg up to give him a good view of her thighs.
"Why don't you sit in one of the school desks, and we can start with you telling me all about the kinds of things you fantasize about, Sean. And don't be shy, baby, 'cause this is your chance to do it all and you've paid a lot of money to have your way with me. You're in control here Sean so control me."
Deanie gave him an encouraging smile.
Sean did as she suggested, moving to the desk directly in front of Deanie, sitting down stiffly and folding his hands in front of him on the desk top.
"Can you believe this!" Debbie whispered to Patty. "We get to watch this kid get his first piece of ass!" she exclaimed, barely able to contain her excitement. "That woman must be thirty years old!" She looked at Patty as if she needed some confirmation as to the woman's estimated age.
"What a lucky gal." Patty said, clearly envious of the woman on the other side of the glass. "What I wouldn't give to be in her panties right now, showing that cute little guy where the wild goose goes."
"What do you think he'll want to do first, Mike?" Debbie asked, her eyes sparkling in the dim light.
"He looks like a breast man to me." he said confidently. "My guess is, he'll go straight for the tata's."
"What a crude reference to something as beautiful as breasts." Patty lamented. "Can't you come up with a better word, Mikey?"
"Okay...." Michael said, taking the challenge. "how 'bout bazooms?" he reached over and gave Patty's left breast a gentle squeeze.
She adjusted her arm slightly to allow him better access.
"You're impossible, Mikey." she accused, and continued to peer through the glass as he played with her breast.
Debbie looked over and saw what was happening.
"Don't you dare forget about me, Mike." she threatened, moving a little closer to him and positioning herself in such a way as to suggest that she would like to have him pay attention to her body as well.
"Not to worry." he said, sliding his free hand up the back of her jeans to her delicious rear. "I have every intention of making the most out of this afternoon's attractions." He began to rub the palm of his hand sexily all over Debbie's shapely backside, occasionally slipping his hand into her crotch from behind.
Michael then decided to pleasure Patty in the same way and removed his hand from her breast. He pulled up the back of her skirt and stroked her buttocks through her panty hose for several seconds before easing his hand into the moist heat between her thighs and massaging her crotch. He sat comfortably in the fold-up chair, rubbing Debbie's fine buttocks with one hand and stroking the crotch of Patty's panty hose with the other, all the while looking through the glass at a guy who was about to have his every fantasy fulfilled.
He realized at that moment that he had reached the pinnacle of sexual pleasure, and decided to enjoy the situation to the fullest.
* * *
Sean sat in the little desk, gazing lustily at his "teacher's" sexy thighs.
"Do you like looking at my legs?" Deanie asked him.
"Yes."
"Well then. ... maybe you'd enjoy it if I allowed you to have a look up my dress."
Sean nodded gravely.
Deanie put her hands on the edge of the desk and lifted herself slightly, wiggling her butt and scooching herself back, ending up sitting fully on the desk top with her legs dangling over the edge. She grasped the edge of the material that made up half of the slit on the left side of her dress, and slowly peeled it to the right and up, exposing herself to mid-thigh and letting him have a good look at the garter belt fasteners attached to the top of her black, silky stocking. A moment later she opened her thighs a little and teased the young man further by allowing him to see just a little of her crotch.
"How's that, Sean?"
"Very nice." he answered, almost whispering the compliment.
"From here on out you'll have to tell me what you want me to do for you, baby." Deanie informed him.
Sean simply sat there for several moments, apparently trying to decide what he wanted her to do and trying to muster the nerve to tell her. After a long silence, he gave his first directive.
"I'd like you to spread your legs a little more, if it's all right with you." he said, less than forceful in his instruction.
"It's perfectly all right with me, Sean." She assured him. "Remember, this is your show and my body is yours to do what you want with. Be assertive."
Deanie did as she was told, squirming her butt a little on the desk top as she spread her luscious thighs a little further for Sean, allowing him an fair view of her powder blue panties.
"Is that more to your liking?"
"Oh yes." he agreed, his voice becoming a little shaky with arousal. "That's much better. Now spread your legs real wide, please." he requested, beginning to get the hang of this male/female dominance thing, but not yet able to lose his impeccable manners.
Deanie smiled at him and again followed his "orders", spreading her thighs wide and allowing Sean to ogle the crotch of her panties.
"Will you be offended if I use bad language while I talk to you?" he asked. "I mean....I've always wanted to talk dirty to a girl. ... and I guess I just never had the chance. And if what you say is true, about this being my time and I'm the boss, well, I'd kind of like to talk dirty to you. No offense intended, of course." he assured her..
"You may say anything you like to me, Sean. You can even call me dirty names, if that excites you and helps you to enjoy yourself more. Some men like to do that, and I will not be offended." she promised. "Well, Okay then. That's good."
He sat very quietly for another minute or so before blurting "I think you have a nice butt, Deanie."
The moment the words left his mouth, Sean's cheeks flushed crimson.
* * *
"Awwwww....isn't that cute." Debbie squeaked as Sean's face flushed with embarrassment. "She's letting him look up her dress and talk nasty to her. She's handling him so well, don't you think, Patty?" she asked, unfastening her pants and pulling down her zipper as she spoke. She pushed her pants and panties down to her ankles and then stood straight again, peering excitedly through the little window as Michael stroked and fondled her warm, naked buttocks.
"She's definitely easing the little guy into it without a lot of hard-core pressure." Patty acknowledged. "You've got to give her credit. She's very professional."
Patty reached under her skirt and jerked her panty hose and panties down to the middle of her thighs. She then spread her legs somewhat. In her mounting excitement, she wanted to feel Michael's fingers inside of her dampening vagina instead of just groping around the outside of her hairy vagina.
"I'll give her credit." Michael piped up, taking Patty's cue and brushing the tip back and forth along the velvety slit to lubricate it before gently easing it into her. "She can stay here anytime she wants and pay off her bill with her Discover Mike credit card." he joked.
Both women looked at him sharply.
"Just kidding." he said quickly. "I'm just kidding."
Michael began to work his finger around in the hot, syrupy interior of Patty's vagina, and stroked Debbie's naked skin from the backs of her knees to the small of her back.
"You ladies seemed to have lost the sterling sense of humor that I have become accustomed too." he lamented good naturedly, and squeezed Debbie's left buttock playfully.
* * *
"Well...." Deanie said, a note of approval in her sweet voice. "That's a very good start Sean. A little tame, but you'll get the hang of it soon enough. Why don't you talk to me some more. Tell me what else you like. But try to be a little nastier with me, baby." she urged him.
"All right then....I like your tits, too, Deanie." Sean began. "I was watching them jiggle around when you were walking. I think in a minute I want you to show me your tits....and maybe your butt, too." he added, apparently becoming more comfortable with the situation.
"Yes, Sir!" Deanie said, saluting him playfully. "You see? That wasn't so hard. Now, which one of my tits do you want me to show you first?" she asked, cupping her hands under both breasts and squeezing them sexily through her clothing to further entice her client.
"Your left one." he said. "But keep your legs spread. I like looking at your pussy."
He blushed furiously again.
"Well, that's not exactly my pussy, Sean." she corrected him, looking down at her panties. "But, I'll keep my legs spread for you so you can look at my panties." she promised.
Deanie pulled the front of her dress open with her left hand and slipped her right hand inside.
Sean watched intently as she fished around inside for a few seconds, hunching her shoulders forward slightly and then pulling out a perfectly delicious looking breast.
Deanie continued to hold the left side of her dress open as she cupped herself, displaying the breast for Sean with it's large, very erect nipple.
"There." she said, giving herself another sexy little squeeze. "Tell me, Sean. Have you ever seen a naked breast before."
"Not in person, exactly." Sean admitted. "I've seen lots of them in the movies, though." he added quickly, as if this information would somehow save his reputation.
"Have you ever fantasized about sucking on a woman's hard nipple?" she asked, and adjusted her hand slightly so she could reach the nipple with her finger tips.
She began to roll the hard, cinnamon colored flesh between her thumb and index finger, sucking air sexily through her teeth as she stimulated herself. "My nipples are so incredibly sensitive, Sean." Deanie confessed, tweaking herself now as the young man stared. "Will you suck them for me later?" she cooed to him.
"Yes." was all he had to say on the subject.
A long silence followed.
"What else do you want me to show you, baby?" she asked him, mercifully breaking the heavy quiet.
"I uh....I....could I see your butt, please." he stammered.
"Of course you may." Deanie said, and slipped off the desk.
She carefully replaced her breast, holding the material open as she did so, and turned to face away from Sean. Deanie put her hands on her bottom and slowly began to gather the thin material, using the fingers of one hand and then the other to inch her dress up the backs of her stocking-clad legs. When she had the hem in her hands, she pulled the material up over her rear and held it around the small of her back, giving Sean a beautiful view of the back of her panties and garter belt.
"Now how do you like my butt?" she inquired, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Great!" Sean said, obviously becoming more and more excited. "Would you please bend over?"
"Certainly." she agreed, and promptly bent forward for him.
"All the way, please." Sean corrected.
"How 'bout if I lean on the desk?' she suggested.
"Fine." he answered, and watched as Deanie placed her elbows on the desk top.
"Is this all right?" she asked, wiggling her rear sexily for him.
"Perfect." Sean almost whispered.
Deanie stood there, the back of her sexy panties on display for perhaps a minute while Sean stared at her.
Finally, he spoke to her again.
"Pull down your panties, Deanie. I want to look at your butt."
She did as he requested, remaining bent at the waist as she reached behind with both hands and peeled her panties down to the tops of her thighs, exposing not only her slightly parted buttocks for Sean, but most of her hairy crotch as well, having a little trouble getting her underwear past the rigging of her garter belt in the process. When she had finished, she placed her elbows back on the desk top and relaxed again.
"Is that better for you, baby?" she asked.
"Yes." he almost whispered.
"Mmmmmmm...." Deanie moaned softly. "I like pulling down my panties for you, Sean." she confessed, and traded her weight from one foot to the other, producing a delicious shifting of her spectacular buttocks. "It makes me feel very nasty and excited to have you look at my naked ass like this, baby. Can you see my pussy now?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Why don't you come closer, baby, so you can see me better. Then you can look at my pussy and ass all you want." she suggested.
Sean took her suggestion and went around the far side of the desk, grabbing the "teacher's" chair and dragging it back around to the front where Deanie awaited, still bent across the desk. He placed it directly behind, and very close to her rear, then plopped down heavily with his hands folded in his lap, seating himself mere inches from the woman's crudely exposed backside.
"That's much better, Sean." Deanie said. "Have you ever smelled a woman's pussy before?" she asked him.
"No, Deanie." came the predictable response.
"How about the crotch of pretty girl's panties?" she asked, a little hope tinting her sweet voice. "I thought all boys liked to dig through clothes hampers for a pair of panties to smell while they masturbate."
"Well no, Deanie. I never did that." he admitted.
Deanie could hear the tone of self-consciousness in his voice and felt another pang of sympathy for him.
"Well, we'll just have to remedy that situation, Sean. There's a first time for everything, Sweety. How do you feel?" Deanie asked him.
"Nervous."
"Are you excited? Is your penis hard?" she asked.
"Of course." he answered.
"Good." she said, and shifted her weight again, causing her buttocks to roll sexily directly in front of his face young face. "Can you smell me, Sean?" she asked him, her voice becoming slightly husky with her own passion. "Can you smell how horny my pussy is?"
"Yes." came the short reply.
Deanie shifted her luscious buttocks slowly again for effect, and then worked her left arm underneath her body. A few seconds later her pretty hand appeared between her thighs and she began to play with herself, stroking the tip of her middle finger slowly back and forth along the slit in her hairy vagina.
Sean watched this erotic display with great interest, his breathing becoming visibly quicker and very shallow as Deanie performed for him.
"This is making me feel very nasty, Sean." Deanie informed him. "Do you like watching me play with my pussy, baby?"
"Yes I do."
"That's good....that's very good, baby. Because I like bending over in front of you and letting you look at my naked pussy while I finger myself, Sean. It makes me feel like such a bad girl, you know?"
Sean simply stared at her finger as it slipped up and down the glistening slit.
"I want you to smell me now, Sean." Deanie said. "I want you to get very close and smell my hot pussy. You'll like it, baby. I promise"
"All-" He cleared his throat. "Yes....All right Deanie."
Deanie stopped stroking her slick labia and used two fingers to spread her vagina open, completely exposing the glistening pink interior of her vagina for Sean.
Sean took a deep breath, then leaned forward with almost robotic stiffness until Deanie's fingers were pressed against the skin on either side of his nose.
* * *
"All right ... that's it." Debbie said. "I can't watch anymore of this shit without getting fucked myself." Michael watched excitedly as she almost ripped her clothing off, never altering the gentle insertions of his finger in Patty's now very wet vagina.
When Debbie was naked she looked down at Michael.
"Get up and let me and Patty undress you, Mike." she ordered.
Michael looked at Patty, who was still engrossed with the action on the other side of the window. "That sound like a plan to you, Patty?" he asked. "Hey . ... you brought us in here and got us both all hot and nasty, Mikey. So I guess that pretty much makes you responsible for the shape we are currently in." Patty said.
She looked over her shoulder at him.
"I think Debbie's right. You better get naked and take care of us."
"Well, it's a dirty job, but...."
Michael complied with their demands, first withdrawing his finger from Patty's velvety vagina and playfully sliding it up between her warm buttocks just for the simple pleasure of it. He then stood up and allowed the girl's to strip him completely naked, humming softly as they worked at his clothing.
When they had finished he stood there with his excited penis jutting out from his body.
Debbie was first to make use of his readiness by squatting in front of him and inhaling the stiff organ, her head bobbing energetically as she slid her mouth up and down its entire length.
Michael immediately grabbed both sides of her head in order to control her savage sucking, moaning shakily as she worked furiously at his penis.
Patty listened to the sexy mixture of soft grunts and sloppy sucking noises as she undressed herself, carefully laying her clothing out on the floor a few feet from the pile of Michael and Debbie's discarded clothes. When she too was completely naked, she moved in behind Michael and put an arm around his chest, playfully pinching at his stiff nipples.
"This is what you expected to happen, right Mikey?" Patty breathed, leaning her mouth close to his right ear and giving him a serious case of giant goose bumps with her hot breath as she spoke. "I mean, you did plan on fucking Debbie and I, didn't you?" she asked, and then began to slide a cool hand down his back.
Michael didn't (or couldn't) answer her, as he felt her hand slide all over his naked buttocks for several seconds before suddenly plunging between his thighs and seizing his swelling testicles from behind.
"Ohhhhhhhh...." he groaned softly at the exciting sensation, trying to keep his voice low as Patty and Debbie worked him into a state of sexual arousal that he hadn't known since the first time Lucy Alexander spread her thighs and let him dry hump her with all their clothes on till his testicles felt like someone had delivered a well placed Karate kick to his groin.
Debbie was pumping her wet mouth noisily up and down his steely erection and Patty was fingering his hot testicles for him, her cool wrist fitting perfectly in between his buttocks and giving him the added pleasure of that unique stimulation to his sensitive anus.
Patty looked past Michael's head to the action in the room as she fondled his testicles, occasionally darting her tongue deep into his ear and swishing the tip around maddeningly.
Michael could feel Patty's rock hard nipples pressing against his back and suddenly had serious doubts about being able to satisfy both women before losing control.
The volatile situation, with them watching Sean's gorgeous "date" introduce him to the vast wonders of the female body and these two naked, sexy girl's who were at this moment attacking his already overexcited body, had become more than he thought he could handle. He figured that he had better come up with a viable solution to this delicate problem chop chop.
As the tendons in Patty's smooth wrist rolled and shifted sexily between his buttocks, Michael began to formulate simple solution to a potentially explosive situation.
"Mmmmmmm...." Deanie moaned her arousal as the tip of Sean's nose brushed gently against her sensitive inner lips. "That's so goooood, baby." she cooed to him, spreading her vagina a little wider with her fingers.
Sean was doing exactly as Deanie had told him to do, thoroughly smelling and experiencing the strong, musky odor of an excited woman's vagina for the very first time. Without thinking, he put his hands on her naked buttocks and began to stroke the, warm, silky skin as he continued to inhale the intoxicating aroma directly from her vagina.
"That's it...." Deanie encouraged him "you go ahead and touch anything you feel like touching, Sean. My body is yours now, and nothing you can do or say will be wrong." she promised. "Do you like smelling my pussy, Sean?"
"Yes." he answered. "Very much."
Sean suddenly used his thumbs to pry Deanie's buttocks open, being a little too rough in his eagerness to look between them and using enough force to actually stretch her wrinkled anus open considerably.
"Uhh!"
She jerked and winced a little with the sudden harsh spreading of her buttocks.
"Sorry." he apologized quickly, relaxing his thumbs and allowing her buttocks to return to their slightly parted positions.
"No, Sean. That's all right, baby. You just surprised me a little, that's all. What you're doing is good. That's very good." Deanie soothed. "If you are curious and want to see what it looks like between my cheeks, you are certainly welcome to take your time and enjoy the view. Most women love to have a man play gently with their asses, but not too many men know how to make a woman really enjoy herself in that area. A gentle finger or a warm, slippery tongue feels especially good, Sean." she tutored, hoping he would take the hint.
Sean spread her buttocks again, being much more careful this lime.
"There ... that feels much better, Sean. Just spread my ass nice and easy until you can see everything, and take a good, long look, baby."
"I didn't know there would be hair inside of your ass." he commented, and Deanie heard him sniff softly at her vagina again.
"Well ... that depends on the woman, Sean. I simply happen to be one of the one's that have some hair between their buttocks, that's all. You'll see lot's of other women in your life who don't have any pubic hair in that area, and probably a few that have much more than I do." she informed him. "Do you like it ... or does it bother you?'
"I don't know....it's okay, I guess. I just didn't know girl's had hair in their asses, that's all."
Sean inspect her anus for a moment to see what it looked like, and then pulled his face from her crotch. He let her buttocks close again and stood up suddenly. "I want to suck your tits." he announced. Deanie was both surprised and gratified by his boldness.
"All right." she agreed, sounding a little confused at the sudden change of plans.
She withdrew her hand from her crotch and straightened herself, pulling up her panties and smoothing her dress down again.
Sean watched carefully as Deanie once again produced a breast for him, cupping the firm flesh in her hand and squeezing herself slightly, causing the very erect nipple to jut towards him slightly.
"Here you are, baby...." Deanie said, smiling warmly at him. 'suck it to your hearts content."
She curled her hand around the back of his neck as he attached his mouth to her stiff nipple and began to suck clumsily.
Deanie drew a sharp breath the instant his hot young mouth made contact with her nipple. She held her breast firmly as he sucked eagerly at her, the uneven seal between his lips and her nipple creating loud sucking noises. Suddenly, she winced.
"Eeeeeasy, baby." she cautioned. "Don't bite me. A woman's nipples are Extremely sensitive and onl-" She jerked again, more pronounced this time and with a sharp "Owwww!"
"Easy, baby! Easy Sean! Don't use your teeth on me, sweetie! There. ... like that. That's a little better. Just suck my nipple, Sean. Don't bite it." she instructed, and finally relaxed a little as her pupil seemed to get the hang of non-injurious nipple enjoyment.
Deanie stroked his flushed face, brushing the hair from his eyes as he sucked at her breast for several minutes. Just when she was actually beginning to enjoy the young man's attentions, he once again stopped what he was doing and disconnected his mouth from Deanie's glowing nipple with a loud, wet smack!
"I want you to suck my dick now." he demanded
"All right, Sean." Deanie agreed, smiling a little at his fickleness. "Let me pull your pants down for you." she suggested, bending to the task and working his pants and underwear down to his ankles in no time.
Sean was endowed with an embarrassingly small penis and almost miniature testicles.
Deanie tried to make him feel good about himself by praising it's appearance.
"Ohhh, what a nice cock, Sean." Deanie breathed in mock approval. "I'll bet you are going to be some hot lover when you learn how to use it properly." she predicted. "But, I can't make it feel as good for you as it should unless you are completely naked, baby. Let's get the rest of your clothes off before I suck your cock, all right?"
"Sure." Sean agreed, and quickly stripped as Deanie looked on, a tiny smile dancing on her lips.
"There ... that's much better. Now, how do you want me to suck you, baby? Do you want to stand up and watch me, or would you rather lay down and relax?" she asked him.
"I want to watch you suck my cock, bitch." he announced, and immediately turned crimson again.
Deanie saw his embarrassment at attempting to act out a macho role, and quickly made him feel better.
"It's all right, honey." she soothed, placing a warm hand on his cheek to comfort him.
Deanie slipped her fingers under his chin and lifted his face slightly.
"I told you, Sean....you can talk to me any way you want to. You can refer to me as your whore, your slut bitch, or anything else that you think might excite you. Be as nasty and dirty with me as you like. That's what you pay me for. This is your time....and if you want, I will be your personal bitch." Deanie smiled at him encouragingly. "Now, you go ahead and tell me what you want, and I'll be happy to do it for you, sweetie." she promised, and started to undress herself.
Sean watched her remove the costume jewelry that adorned her wrists, placing the objects on the desk top.
Deanie then hiked her dress up and began to unfasten her garter belt from the shiny black stockings that encased her luscious thighs. As she worked the catches, she spoke to Sean.
"If you want me to, I'll show you how good it feels to have your balls licked and sucked, Sean." she offered, intentionally arousing the young man further with her descriptions of various nasty sexual acts that he might enjoy. "Would you like to have me suck on your balls for you, baby?" she asked, moving her hands to the other leg and working on the fasteners there.
"Yes." was Sean's obvious answer.
"Good. I like to do that. If you want....I'll also show how good it feels to let a girl swish her tongue around in your asshole, honey, and we'll see if you like it, okay?" she suggested, reaching to both sides and slipping her garter belt and panties down over her hips.
Deanie stepped out of the garments and bent to pick them up. She placed these articles with the others on the desk, and then peeled her dress up and over her head, her large breasts bouncing sexily as they pulled free of her clothing. She shook her hair out and folded the dress in half. After adding the dress to the other pieces of clothing she displayed her body by holding her arms above her head and turning completely around, allowing Sean to inspect her loveliness.
"Now, are you ready for your personal whore to suck your cock for you?" she inquired, using vulgar street language for his benefit.
"Yes, Deanie. I am." he answered, crossing his arms in an obvious attempt to appear cool and calm.
"All right, sweetie. You just relax and let me make you feel good."
Deanie knelt in front of him with the fluid motion of one who is practiced in such maneuvers, one knee popping slightly as she got into position with her face two or three inches from the tip of Sean's stiff penis. She placed her warm hands on his hips and began to slide them sexily up and down the outside of Sean's thighs, making him tremble slightly at the sensation.
"Just relax, baby." Deanie soothed, slipping her right hand around to caress his naked buttocks.
"You're going to love this." she promised.
Deanie stuck out her wet tongue and began to flick the tip back and forth rapidly under the head of Sean's straining penis, teasing the supersensitive skin and causing his little erection to almost vibrate it was so stiff.
Sean's legs were began to tremble even more as Deanie cocked her head to the right and began to dance her tongue up and down along the side of the four inch shaft for several seconds, then tilting her head to the left and repeating the exciting act, slicking the rigid flesh with her warm saliva. Quite suddenly, she completely engulfed Sean's organ with her mouth, gripping his hips tightly and holding on as he began to jerk spastically, humping his penis into the wet softness uncontrollably with the sudden overwhelming sensation.
Deanie allowed him to fuck her mouth for several seconds, keeping a tight hold on his naked hips to prevent him from accidentally injuring her with the clumsiness of his involuntary spasms. When the strong jerking finally began to subside she fell into a slow, rhythmic bobbing motion, sucking Sean's sensitive penis almost to the point of no return several times before abruptly pulling her head back and allowing the steely flesh to slip out of her mouth.
Sean's hips continued to "hump" for a few seconds as if his erection wasn't sure whether it was still being sucked or not.
"Calm down, Sean." Deanie said, stroking his quivering thighs again. "I don't want you to come too quickly. I want you to enjoy this first experience as much as you can, baby. Why don't you lay on the bad, and let me show you how good it feels to have your balls licked?" she suggested, patting his naked butt playfully to prompt him.
"Okay." he agreed in a very shaky voice, and quickly covered the distance between himself and the bed.
"How should I lay?"
"On your back, Sean, with a pillow under your hips." she answered, and made her way toward him.
When Deanie arrived at the bedside she helped him adjust the pillow, folding it in half to make it thief er and then making him raise his hips while she wedged it under the small of his back. She placed another pillow under his head to elevate it so he could watch what she was about to do to him.
"There now." she said, surveying the young man's position. "What I want you to do now is raise your legs and pull your knees into your chest so your balls are easy for me to get to, Sean."
Deanie gestured with her hand as she instructed him, and then showed him how to place his hands behind his knees to hold his legs back.
"Be sure to keep your thighs spread and your knees pulled tightly into your chest for me, baby." she cautioned, and climbed onto the bed.
Deanie positioned herself cross-legged on the bed, close to and facing Sean's exposed crotch. Before beginning her oral attentions, she used the tips of her finger nails to stroke the sensitive backs of Sean's naked thighs with a maddening, feathery touch from his knees right down to the skin on either side of his tiny scrotum, talking dirty with him to further increase his excitement.
"I got you into this funny position, baby, because from here I can lick and suck your balls and your asshole." she informed him, redirecting her teasing finger nail strokes to include the sensitive skin surrounding his anus.
Sean's breathing was becoming slightly ragged and very irregular as she stroked his virgin skin and allowed her lovely eyes to glide all over his previously unseen privates.
"You have beautiful balls, Sean. Do you like to jack off?" she asked, shifting her gaze from his scrotum to his flushed face.
"Yes." he whispered, barely able to control himself.
"Can I watch you masturbate a little, baby? Would you like to jack off while I watch you?"
"Oh, I....I don't uh-" he stammered.
"Would you rather have me jack you off a little?" Deanie asked.
"Yeah ... okay." he answered shakily.
"Good. I love to stroke a man's hard cock." Deanie informed him in her sweetest, sexiest voice.
She reached between his spread thighs and grasped his little erection between her thumb and two fingers, slowly stroking it for him as she continued her vulgar talk.
"Mmmmm....l like to look at you like this, Sean....with your legs spread wide and your stiff, naked cock and beautiful nuts right in my face."
In reality, Sean's testicles and scrotum were about the size of a large walnut, but Deanie did her best to make him feel as though she truly thought his genitals were magnificent. She moved her free hand to his crotch and began to stroke his scrotum, using the very tips of her finger nails to gently scrape along the sides as though she were stroking the hair on one of those funny looking Troll dolls.
Sean almost whimpered as the intense arousal he felt as Deanie stroked his penis and scraped her nails gently all over his scrotum.
"Do you like this, baby?" she asked, and allowed a finger nail to slip lazily down between his widely spread buttocks and over his anus, making the tight little orifice twitch violently as it tickled across it twice before returning to his testicles. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
Sean nodded his head enthusiastically.
"I'll bet letting me look at you all naked and spread open like this is making you feel real nasty right now, isn't it, baby?" Deanie asked.
She suddenly leaned forward, slipped her hands up Sean's thighs to a point just below his to make sure he couldn't move, and carefully fit her mouth over Sean's entire scrotum.
"Ohhh....ohhhh ... ohhhh...." Sean panted as Deanie held her mouth perfectly still and began to swirl her hot, wet tongue over every millimeter of the sensitive little sack.
Sean watched intently as his testicles were so deliciously worked over by Deanie's mouth, trying to hump against her but not being able to move much due to his contorted position.
Deanie continued to swab his scrotum with her hot tongue for several minutes, making the rock-hard little testicles roll around inside as Sean trembled and groaned with the extremely pleasurable sensations. Then she treated him to another of her vast array of sexual tricks by gently sucking at the little sack, using her wet tongue to rhythmically draw the testicles deeper into the velvety heat of her mouth, and then allowing them to slip almost all the way out again.
After a full minute of this maddening activity, Deanie allowed Sean's testicles to slip from between her wet lips and she looked him directly in the eyes.
"Did that feel good for you, baby?" she asked, then snaked out her tongue and began to lick the strip of skin directly under his scrotum.
In his position, with his legs pressed back and a pillow propping his head up, Sean could easily see Deanie's tongue as she brushed the wet tip back and forth against his skin. But he was far too sexually aroused to answer her question. So he simply watched, his entire naked body trembling with excruciating excitement and his eyebrows deeply furrowed as Deanie continued to thrill his young body.
Deanie alternately swabbed the almost hairless skin directly under Sean's testicles with her wet tongue and spoke with him, maintaining constant eye contact as she described what she was going to do for him next, making the young man very nearly delirious with anticipation.
"Now that I've shown you how good it can feel to have a woman lick and suck on your nuts, Sean I'm going to let you feel my tongue in your asshole, baby."
A tiny, almost mewling sound escaped Sean as Deanie described what was to come next.
Deanie slurped her tongue against the smooth skin near his scrotum again for effect.
"If you think my tongue made you feel hot and nasty when I sucked your cock for you and licked your balls then you're just gonna love this, Sean." she promised.
Deanie gave the young man a nasty little wink, and began to slide her tongue downward.
* * *
"Where'd you learn to put a fucking rubber on, Debbie?" Michael asked incredulously.
The latex device was turned backwards, and Debbie was struggling in the dim light to get it installed and make use of the finished product.
"I'm sorry, mister perfect." Debbie giggled softly. "You should have handed it to me right side up when you took it out of your pants pocket. I can't believe you put it in there without the fucking wrapper on, Mike. Look at this thing....it's got pocket fuzz on it." she informed him, gingerly brushing at the lint.
"I just didn't want to have to fuck around trying to unwrap it at a critical moment, Debbie." he said, a little defensively. "There's another one in my pants, if that one doesn't suit you. You bring the fucking rubbers next time and we won't have this problem, okay." he suggested.
Mike finally got the condom installed correctly and when he released his penis, it slapped against Debbie's cheek, making her giggle all the more.
"Be careful with that thing, Mike." she joked. "You could put somebody's eye out wi-"
"Shhhhhhhhh!" Patty hissed. "You guys had better be a little more quiet, or you're going to have some very unsatisfied customers, Mikey." she warned, and then went back to watching the window.
They had already decided, playing odd-finger-out, who Michael was going to fuck first and Patty was occupying herself with the show on the other side of the window while he and Debbie had their fun.
"Ohhhhh, you guys should come up here and watch this." Patty suggested excitedly as Deanie moved her mouth towards Sean's widely spread rear. "She's really going to show that boy where it's at now."
She glanced down and saw that they were in no condition to stop and watch anything as Michael fucked Debbie with the fierceness that he had always used when having sex with her.
"How fucking romantic." Patty mumbled to herself sarcastically as she watched the two naked people for several moments. "No kissing, no fondling. Just stick your cock into her pussy, grab a handful of her ass and hump away."
Debbie suddenly sucked in a huge breath and turned bright red, her orgasm ripping through her so intensely that she couldn't do anything but thrash her head back and forth until it was over.
"Fucking animals." she lamented as her girlfriend climaxed.
Patty shook her head slowly and turned her attention back to the little window and the delicious goings-on in the room.
* * *
Sean whimpered like a frightened puppy as Deanie took her sweet time worming her hot, slippery tongue up inside of his anus.
She stared directly into his pleading eyes as she gently forced it into him as deeply as she could, stretching the tight little hole open wide to accommodate the thickest part of her long tongue. When she go no further she began to wriggle the very tip to make it feel as though a thousand tiny butterfly's were fluttering around deep inside of his young anus.
Sean stared intently over his testicles, looking deep into Deanie's beautiful eyes as his anus spasmed violently against her tongue.
Suddenly Deanie glued her luscious mouth tightly between his naked buttocks and began to snake her long, hot tongue in and out of the tight little hole as deeply as she could. She could feel his thighs jerk spastically under her hands as she treated him to this vulgar, terribly exciting sexual act. She stared into his shocked eyes as she provided his virgin anus with a thorough tongue-fucking, giving him the absolute best performance she could.
Deanie treated Sean to this excruciatingly pleasurable experience for perhaps five minutes, her wet tongue making soft little sucking sounds as she slithered it repeatedly in and out of his anus. Then she began to use her tongue in a different manner, slurping it along the valley between his widely spread buttocks from his tailbone to his testicles, her head bobbing and dipping as she performed the obscene act.
"Did you enjoy that, baby?' she asked, then slipped her tongue along between his buttocks again, finishing the wet stroke with a thorough sucking of his scrotum.
"Ohhhh, yes!" he answered in a barely audible voice.
"Good, Sean." she said. "I'm glad you liked it. I know I did." she finished, and sat up straight again.
Sean watched as Deanie wiped the wetness from her lovely mouth with the back of her hand.
"I want to fuck you now, Deanie." he whispered.
Deanie had to ask him to repeat himself, because she could hardly hear him.
"I said, I want to fuck your pussy, Deanie."
"Sure, Baby." she agreed. "Sure you can fuck me. How do you want to do it?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" he inquired softly, not understanding what she meant.
Deanie helped him lower his legs to the bad, one on each side of her naked hips.
"I mean, do you want me to lay on my back, or get on my knees, or what?"
"Oh...." he said, still almost whispering. "I'm not sure, Deanie. What's the best way."
"Well, that's a matter of experience and personal preference, I'm afraid. It all feels pretty good though, Sean. In your case....with your lack of experience, I mean . ... you'd probably have more fun fucking me on my hands and knees, 'cause you could play with my ass at the same time. You never know," she added. "You might even want to put your tongue in my ass and see if you like being the aggressor instead of the receiver."
"My balls are really aching, Deanie." he complained, completely changing the current topic of discussion.
Deanie smiled at him sympathetically.
"Well, don't worry about it, baby." she said, reaching over and fondling his testicles affectionately. "It won't be long now before you'll be emptying your poor balls into my pussy, and I guarantee you'll feel much better."
Sean offered her a painful smile and nodded his head gravely.
Deanie patted his lower stomach.
"Get yourself up now Sean, and I'll get on my hands and knees for you."
Sean lifted his legs and allowed Deanie to get out from between them.
She got off the bed and walked to the desk where she fished around in her little purse for a moment, finally producing a condom. After opening the wrapper and removing the device, she returned to the bed and waited until he had rolled out of the way before climbing back on and positioning herself on her hands and knees, her naked rear pointing towards the headboard.
Deanie handed the condom to Sean.
"Do you know how to use this?"
"No." he answered, a little embarrassed again.
"Just roll it down over your penis, all the way to your balls, Sean." she instructed him.
Several seconds went by.
"Is it on, baby?"
"Yeah."
Deanie felt the bed wiggle a little as he got himself into position behind her.
"How do you want me to do this?" he asked.
"You're on your own now, Sean." she said. "My pussy and ass are available for anything you want to do with them....so just do whatever comes natural to you. If you want to taste me somewhere, then you go right ahead and help yourself, baby. If you want to use your fingers in either place to feel inside of my body, then you are welcome to do that, also. Just be very gentle. As far as fucking me goes, I'm going to leave that up to you, sweetie. You'll figure it out, I promise."
Deanie made herself more comfortable by resting her upper body on her elbows and spreading her knees wide. She relaxed the muscles in her back, allowing it to sway down towards the bed, causing her rear to point towards the ceiling and completely spreading her buttocks open. This position also presented her fragrant, syrupy vagina completely available to him.
She finished adjusting herself and took a deep, luxurious breath. She sighed as sexily as she could, and waited for Sean to begin.
* * *
Patty looked down again at the two people still rutting on the floor.
Michael had simply rested for a few moments after Debbie had her first orgasm, and then continued fucking her, knowing from past experiences that one climax was never sufficient release for her when she was as thoroughly aroused as she was today.
Patty watched Michael's buttocks clench and relax rapidly as he fucked himself in and out of Debbie's vagina, his testicles bouncing wildly with the effort. A few moments later she saw Debbie's naked body stiffen and her face go all weird, and figured that the girl was about to have another orgasm. So she squatted down close to her friend's face and placed her hand near Debbie's mouth in case she forgot where she was and decided to screech or something.
But all Debbie did was moan softly a few times, and then allow her legs to relax a little, lowering them towards the floor as Michael slowed his thrusting.
Both of them were breathing heavily, but not making enough noise to endanger their secrecy.
"About time, you guys." she scolded, cupping her hands under her naked breasts and massaging them.
Her hot, blood engorged nipples rivaled steel alloy on the hardness scale after watching the woman on the other side of the wall give nasty sex lessons to her virginal blond employer.
"I'm out of patience and up to here with frustration." Patty announced, tapping her forehead with the edge of her index finger to demonstrate the extent of her tension. "If somebody doesn't come to. my rescue soon, I won't be responsible for my actions, and neither of your bodies will be safe." she threatened.
Michael grunted softly and eased himself off of his sweating sex partner, leaving Debbie to fend for herself.
"You're such a fucking gentleman, Mike." Debbie said sarcastically, hoisting herself up on one elbow.
"Part of my charm." he joked, and plopped down in the chair.
He reached over and offered his hand to her.
Debbie sarcastically said, "Thanks," before accepting his help up.
When she was standing she looked at Patty.
The woman was sliding her hands up and down her thighs in her extreme, sexually tense condition.
"Ooooo, careful Mike." Debbie warned. "Patty looks mighty hungry. You're liable to get eaten alive." she joked.
"Shit ... I could handle her and two more just like her with one ball tied behind my back." he boasted, and waggled his eyebrows at Patty as he removed the used condom from his still stiff penis.
"Mikey ... just for that little jewel of humor, I'm gonna to fuck you till that little weenie of yours is just a fond memory." she promised, smiling at him wickedly and stepping towards him.
She took his face in her hands and glued her mouth to his, providing him with such a passionate kiss that he actually squirmed a little in his chair. When she released him, Patty allowed her naked breasts to brush against his face as she stood up again.
Michael heaved a shaky sigh.
"Nope....nothing. I didn't feel a thing."
Patty couldn't help smiling broadly.
"Shut up, and get down on the floor, Mikey." she demanded.
Michael complied, positioning himself on his back.
Patty straddled him and stood staring down into his face.
"Debbie ... 'she said, holding her hand behind her. "Hand me that other rubber, please."
Debbie quickly grabbed Mike's pants and found the condom. She carefully brushed the pocket debris from it, shaking her head with renewed disbelief. When she was satisfied with the results, she placed the condom in Patty's hand and sat down on the chair.
Patty turned the object over in her hand a couple of times to make sure she had it right side up and then bent down, grasping Michael's penis with her left hand and expertly installing the condom with her right. When she was finished, she gave his swollen testicles a playful squeeze before squatting over him.
"Are you ready, hot shot?"
"Yowser, boss." Michael quipped.
He curled his fingers around Patty's ankles and squirmed his buttocks around on the floor till he was completely comfortable.
"Be gentle. " he urged, a silly look suddenly washing over his face. "It's my first offense."
"Fuck you, Mikey." Patty said, and took his sheathed erection.
She guided the head towards her drenched vagina, and after sliding it back and forth along the bushy slit to get it good and lubricated, she relaxed her thigh muscles and allowed her tight vagina to slowly swallow the entire organ.
* * *
"I'm gonna fuck you with my finger first." Sean announced.
"I think that's a very good idea, baby. It'll give you a chance to feel around inside of my body and get a little more acquainted with it before you fuck it. But first....I want you to smell it again, Sean. The odors from a woman's excited pussy are very important to total sexual arousal for a man, though most men are completely unaware of it. You'll be one of the lucky guys who knows how excited you can get from smelling a woman's pussy."
"All right Deanie."
Sean took a good look at the area before actually doing as she had suggested.
In Deanie's position, her entire crotch was visible to his young eyes. He could see the pink lips that were slightly parted through the thick explosion of black hair that grew so luxuriously there. He could also see that her pubic hair was glistening with countless beads of crystal clear lubrication.
After several seconds of allowing his eyes to glide over the entire, exciting area, Sean leaned close and sniffed at Deanie's vagina again, feeling her silky pubic hair tickle the sides of his nose as he inhaled the strong, tangy odor.
Deanie felt the light touch of Sean's nose as he smelled her, and decided to inject a little dialog to stimulate him further.
"Mmmm....that's it, sweetie. Smell me real good." A moment later, Sean pulled his face away and unceremoniously inserted a finger into Deanie's vagina, startling her and making her jerk sharply.
"Easy, Sean." Deanie cautioned. "Be very gentle, honey. That's the way....that feels very nice."
Sean moved his left hand to Deanie's naked hip and squeezed the soft flesh as he fucked his finger slowly in and out of her vagina.
"That feels very nice, baby." she complimented him again. "Now ... stop moving your finger in and out like that for a minute, and feel around inside of me. Explore my body a little, sweetie."
Sean followed her advice, gently massaging the walls deep inside as he explored every fold, every bump on the slick interior of Deanie's vagina.
"Do you like how it feels, Sean?"
"Yeah ... it feels real hot and slippery."
"Just wait till you put your cock in there." she teased. "Why don't you see if you like the way my pussy tastes?" she suggested. "Just put your tongue in me and try it, Sean."
He immediately withdrew his glistening finger from the woman's vagina.
Sean leaned in close and let the tip of his tongue touch her thick pubic hair for a few moments before actually applying it to the pink skin of the slightly parted lips.
"Mmmm, that's very nice, Sean." Deanie drained him. "You have a nice, gentle touch, baby." she added.
Sean allowed his tongue to trace a line along Deanie's wet labia, occasionally working the tip into the folds and finally ending up with his mouth pressed tightly against her hairy vagina and his tongue slithering around inside.
"Ooooooo....that's the way, baby. Lick my pussy, Sean. Really taste it." she encouraged him, and wiggled her crotch back into his face to egg him on.
Deanie smiled to herself as she listened to the wet, slurping sounds Sean was making as he licked and sucked clumsily at her vagina, making her body jerk slightly in his eagerness.
"Easy, baby. Just take your time and enjoy my pussy, Sean. Mmmm . ... that feels very good baby ... very good."
After several minutes of this exciting activity he pulled his face from Deanie's hairy crotch.
"Would you mind if I. ... I mean I think I wanna...."
Instead of verbalizing his desire to Deanie, Sean touched the area that wanted to explore next with his finger tip.
Deanie felt something brush the skin near her anus, and smiled to herself again before answering.
His thumb was near her anus again.
"That's fine, Sean. That's one of the most sensitive parts of my body and I would love to feel your tongue there, baby. You go ahead and enjoy yourself."
Sean put his hands on Deanie's hips and leaned forward. He stuck his tongue out and brushed it lightly across her anus then immediately pulled his face away and watched the wrinkled orifice flex suddenly, pulling inward for a moment before relaxing again.
Deanie suddenly added more curve to her supple spine in order to separate her naked buttocks even more for Sean in the hope that she could inject an even deeper feeling of nastiness in him.
"Mmmmmm....that feels wonderful, Sean. Please do that to me again, baby." She urged, then closed her eyes as she felt him press his mouth tightly against her rear.
At first Sean didn't do anything. He simply held still with his mouth wedged tightly in between Deanie's luscious buttocks, feeling the heat from her skin against his cheeks. Then he allowed his tongue to slip from between his lips and began to urge it forward, easing it into her smooth, incredibly hot anus little by little.
"That's right, baby ... OOOOO that's what like....ohhhhh, Sean that feels so goood, sweetie .just like that....mmmmmm ... ohhhh, yes." she encouraged him as she felt the delicious, indescribable sensation of a warm, wet tongue easing it's way into her rear. "You're making me feel so hot ... so terribly nasty, baby.
Soon he began to do as she had done for him, slithering his soft, wet tongue deeply in and out of Deanie's sensitive anus as well as any "experienced" man she had ever allowed to perform this particular sexual act on her.
Sean provided Deanie's sexily twitching anus with a very thorough tonguing for an additional five minutes as she moaned and cooed her approval to him, finally ending the exciting act with several long slurping strokes of his tongue. He squeezed her naked hips gently and licked Deanie from her oozing vagina to her tailbone, making her moan and sigh appreciatively with each velvety stroke of his soft tongue.
Deanie was truly amazed at how well Sean had pleasured the sensitive area between her buttocks, and was just about to praise his efforts when she felt something quite different press against her anus.
Without any warning at all, Sean inserted his index finger as far as it would go into her wet anus, making her jerk and gasp sharply at the sudden invasion.
"Ohhhh!" she almost shouted in her surprise, her eyes squeezed shut and her fingers clutching at the bedspread.
"Easy, Sean! Gently! very gently!" she panted as her anus convulsed spastically around his finger, trying to adjust to the stiff intruder.
Sean, in his hyper excited state, simply held his finger motionless deep inside of Deanie's tight anus and stared at her darker skin surrounding the orifice as it flexed and relaxed rhythmically, marveling at the terribly arousing sensation of having his finger squeezed so deliciously by her naked rear.
"Just hold your finger very still like that for a minute, baby ... don't move it or anything until I get used to it and can relax a little." she cautioned.
It was fully two minutes later when she was able to relax completely and speak to him again.
"All right, Sean ... you can move your finger a little now. But be very gentle with me, please."
He did as she asked, moving his finger very slowly in and out of Deanie's anus.
"There that feels very nice, Sean. It's always a good idea to let the woman know what your intentions are before you put something into her ass, baby, so she can prepare herself." Deanie explained.
She was beginning to enjoy the gentle insertions of his finger, and rested her cheek on her forearm as she allowed him to finger fuck her tight anus, occasionally offering him some very nasty verbal encouragement as he experimented by massaging the smooth walls deep inside of her.
Deanie had slipped into a very comfortable mood, thoroughly enjoying the rhythmic insertions of Sean's finger, when he had another change of heart and simply pulled his finger out of her wet anus with a soft, liquid sucking sound, watching it convulse violently and pull inward at the sudden withdrawal.
Her head snapped up.
"Uh! Oh Sean....baby....you should warn me before pulling your finger out of me like that, sweetie!" she scolded gently. "But it's okay, honey. That's all right. You didn't know." Deanie soothed, then put her cheek on her forearm again.
"Sorry, Deanie." he apologized.
"Nothing to be sorry for, Sean. That's what I'm here for ... so you can learn these little things and not make the same mistakes with a girl you care about." she explained. "Why don't you go ahead and fuck me now, Sean. I'll bet your nuts are just about to explode from all this excitement, baby."
"Yeah...." he agreed. "they're really achin'. Deanie."
"Well ... then it's about time we do something about that, sweetie." Deanie said, then wiggled her naked rear at him. "Have at it."
Sean held his stiff little penis in the fingers of his right hand and steadied himself by holding on to Deanie's naked hip with the other. He inched himself forward on his knees until he was in position, and then moved his hips forward enough to fit the head against her vagina. He instinctively brushed it up and down a couple of times, sliding it along between the slick lips until he figured he had it right, then let go of his erection and grabbed her other soft hip.
Deanie smiled secretly and groaned with excited "appreciation" as Sean's erection slipped into her, offering the young man plenty of nasty verbal encouragement as he began to fuck her for all her was worth.
"Ooooo mmmmmm mmmmm...." Patty groaned each time she squatted and swallowed Michael's stiff penis with her dribbling vagina, her naked breasts bouncing and swaying sexily as she fucked herself.
"That's so fucking good, Patty." Michael praised, staring intently up into her eyes as she slipped herself up and down his erection, almost as if she were masturbating him with her tight vagina. He reached up and began to pinch at her swollen, blood engorged nipples, causing Patty's face to change suddenly, pooching her luscious lips out and furrowing her brow with the intensity of the pleasure.
Debbie decided to give them a play-by-play description of what was going on in the room.
"Oh, that lucky bitch." she breathed, a soft, almost dreamy quality to her voice. "She actually has that sweet young thing fuckin' her from behind. She's really teaching him the ropes, isn't she Patty."
Patty wasn't in any shape to answer as she bounced her drooling vagina up and down, holding on to his forearms as he tweaked and twisted her blood engorged nipples. Sweat was beginning to trickle down her temples and Debbie could see that Michael's pubic hair was drenched with Patty's vaginal juices.
This sight caused Debbie's lower stomach to flutter with sexual arousal again, although she had been satisfied only minutes before.
She watched Patty impale herself excitedly on Michael's penis for two or three minutes longer before returning her gaze to the window, and the student/teacher union inside.
Debbie suddenly got an idea and grabbed the chair, placing it by the window and putting her left foot on the seat, effectively spreading her thighs and allowing her easy access to her vagina. She masturbated quietly, watching the young man hold on to Deanie's hips as he fucked her, and listening to the erotic sound of Patty's soft moaning as she impaled herself on Michael's stiff penis.
"Mmmmm...." she moaned softly as she spread one side of her wet vagina open and vibrated a finger against her now very erect clit. "It looks like that boy ain't gonna have a bit of trouble with the girl's, Patty. You should see the way he's banging that woman's pussy."
Debbie glanced at her friend's again.
The erotic sight of Patty squatting repeatedly over Michael proved too much for her.
"Oh . ... fuck it!" she hissed, and took her foot from the chair.
She quickly straddled Michael's upturned face and squatted down, positioning her hairy crotch directly over his mouth.
"Lick me, Mike!" Debbie pleaded. "Lick my pussy for me, Pleeeeease!" she urged, then began to masturbate, not waiting to hear whether he agreed to her request or not.
Michael stared into Debbie's wet crotch as she masturbated, the strong odor of her arousal making the decision for him. He tilted his head slightly and began to lap energetically at her wet vagina.
"Ohhhh, Mike....oh baby, yessss." she breathed lustily, beginning to rock her vagina back and forth as much as her position would allow, trying to maintain her balance with her other hand as she held on to the edge of the chair. "Lick it, Mike!" she hissed in her nastiest voice. "Lick my fucking pussy hole for me!"
Michael grunted his approval of Debbie's position, obviously pleased with having her squat over his face like this. He suddenly began to move his hips with the excitement, thrusting his erection upward to meet Patty's bouncing motion, causing her to groan appreciatively at his effort.
Then he decided to look at Debbie's face and recognized in an instant that she was ready to climax again. He was certain that she wouldn't make enough noise to cause him any embarrassing problems with his motel customers, but he could tell that Patty was quickly approaching her own orgasm by the way she was clutching at his arms and he wasn't at all certain about her ability to maintain relative silence.
Suddenly Debbie stiffened and stared down into his face as began to climax, her vagina dribbling it's release directly into his open mouth.
At almost the same moment, Patty started to lose muscle control, her smooth, rhythmic squatting becoming jerky and spastic as she clamped her fingers onto Michael's arms with all her strength.
Oh, shit! Mike thought.
Here we go!
* * *
The instant Sean's penis made contact with the hot, syrupy interior of Deanie's tight vagina, he lost all control of himself and started to hump wildly against her body with no conscious thought at all. Driven by the raw animal lust that she had carefully cultivated in him over the past hour or so, he simply bent forward, molding himself to the curve of her smooth back and began to hump his erection into her vagina as hard and as fast as he possibly could, holding on to Deanie's hips for dear life.
"That's it, baby!" Deanie urged him loudly. "Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh, fuck me! That's how I like it! Just like that, honey. Fuck it, Sean! Fuck my pussy harder!" she encouraged him, suddenly reaching through her thighs and beginning to lightly scrape her finger nails across his little scrotum each time he slammed his groin forward.
Sean's humping abruptly became even less coordinated with the added stimulation of having his testicles worked on so deliciously as he fucked her. He suddenly let go of Deanie's hips and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, squeezing the breath out of her for an instant as he tried to steady himself.
She had to struggle a bit to breath properly, and also to abstain from interrupting his pleasure as his stiff little penis kept slipping out of her vagina. It punched all over against her hairy crotch and even slipped into her anus several times as he grunted and humped against with every ounce of his youthful energy.
But Deanie, in her unwavering compassion for this first timer and out of a strong desire to make this orgasm one that he would never forget allowed him to continue humping against her violently, wincing to herself each time his little penis jabbed quickly in and out of her anus several times before finding the proper hole again.
"Ohhhh yes, baby " she hissed to him, looking back over her shoulder, "fuck this nasty bitch's pussy, Sean! Mmmmm your cock feels so fucking goooood, baby. Fuck me! Fuck me Sean. You make my fucking pussy ache so bad, baby. Don't stop, Sean! Pleeeeease don't stop fucking my pussy, Honey."
With that last string of filthy verbal encouragement, Deanie reached back even further, almost doubling her body as she stroked his skin gently with the long nail of her middle finger, allowing the rapid humping motion of his groin to help her stimulate him from his anus to his scrotum.
Sean grunted loudly and went ballistic as his aching testicles finally exploded.
* * *
Michael though he would die from excitement as Debbie's spasming vagina dribbled hot, tangy liquid into his mouth.
She masturbated furiously, staring down into Michael's face as her vagina drooled in his mouth.
At that same moment Patty's orgasm crashed down on her.
The terribly exciting combination of Debbie's vagina drizzling hot liquid into his mouth and Patty's tight vagina convulsing against his straining penis was too much for Michael.
He closed his eyes and fucked himself up into Patty as his testicles let go, a distant wish that they not be heard by the people on the other side of the wall flitting through his mind for just an instant.
When Deanie started to scrape her finger nails all over Sean's taut scrotum, he felt as though he had been electrocuted.
Every muscle in his young body froze except for the ones in his hips, and those seemed to suddenly control themselves. He groaned loudly as his testicles erupted, sending their high pressure load of seemingly white hot sperm jetting through his convulsing penis and into Deanie's velvety vagina. Uhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" he grunted, sweat dripping off his chin and onto the back of Deanie's neck as he climaxed into her.
After several moments his powerful orgasm began to subside and he slowed his jerky humping, his body occasionally refusing to obey his wishes and causing him to spastically thrust his still rigid penis into her vagina and between her buttocks in the fading throws of orgasm.
"Mmmmm...." Deanie moaned sexily. "That was wonderful, Sean. One of the hottest fuckings I've ever had." she lied, and reached back to stroke his thigh.
The sudden, unexpected sensation threw him into yet another bout of spastic humping, but not nearly as fierce as the previous episodes. Soon he took a deep, shaky breath and heaved a great sigh, straightening himself enough to pull his now softening penis away from Deanie's abused vagina and rear.
Sean flopped over on his back and rested, trying to get his breathing under control.
Deanie maneuvered herself around to face him, sitting cross-legged again.
"If you have no objection, Sean, I'm going to masturbate now. I need to come after the nasty fucking you gave me, baby." she explained.
"No." Sean said, opening his eyes and turning his head to look at her. "I don't mind, Deanie. But I think I'll just lay here and rest for a while." he informed her, and closed his eyes again..
Deanie smiled warmly.
She stroked his flushed cheek softly, then lay down next to him with her head near his feet, the cool skin of her left thigh against the feverish damp skin of Sean's arm.
She spread her beautiful thighs slightly and took care of her needs rather quickly, the bed wiggling in time with her expert ministrations.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Twenty minutes later, the trio of voyeurs were back in Michael's little apartment, sitting comfortably and sipping beers as they talked about what they had just experienced.
The buzzer went off again, signaling someone in the office.
"Excuse me." Michael said, and made his way past Patty's chair and through the door separating his apartment from the motel office.
It was Deanie, looking as fresh as she did when she first arrived at the Fantasy Land motel.
She was standing at the counter humming softly as Michael entered the office.
"Can I help you?" He asked, moving up and leaning against his side of the counter.
"I just wanted to let you know how much we enjoyed the room, Michael, and that you'll be seeing me again very soon, if you have no objections."
"Absolutely not." he said, then quickly clarified the statement. "I mean....I have no objection to you coming here as often as you want, Deanie."
"Good."
Deanie gave him a sexy little wink.
"By the way. I just loved what you've done with a simple mirror in that room, Michael. It made the whole experience much more gratifying."
Michael's mouth suddenly went slack.
That beautiful Mona Lisa smile flickered across Deanie's luscious lips one more time before she turned and exited the office, letting the office door swish closed behind her.
