"Never mix business with pleasure" states the old axiom, but in some businesses, pleasure is the order of the night. Indeed, many a lucrative contract is signed based on the three B's: Bacon, Booze, and Broads. Especially, the broads! The better the food, drink and women, the more a contract will be worth in terms of thousands of dollars to a shrewd salesman.
William Seymour has written a first novel, "Screw Suite" based on such a situation. Larry Kent, top salesman for one of the largest swimwear manufacturers in the country, sets out to prove his theory, "give the suckers what they want, and the orders will come rolling in!"
The sex party he throws is the ultimate of all sex parties, but does it prove his theory?
The publishers present "Screw Suite" to enlighten its readers as to the behind-the-scenes story of hanky-panky on which some businesses operate. It is recommended for the mature, adult reader because of the nature of its theme.
-Willard Bradbury, M.A. New York City
CHAPTER ONE
The rain drove Larry Kent to the hotel bar the first night he was in Miami. Christ, just his luck, he thought. It was the only night he'd be really free for a solid week and he'd have to spend it indoors drinking with a bunch of bullshit-artists he'd be seeing all week anyway, instead of taking a sight-seeing trip of Miami Beach as he had planned to do.
This was Larry's first trip to Miami, and although it was dark, he could still have seen the magnificent hotels on Collins Avenue, all lit up and inviting. He might have even taken in a few night clubs, picked up the beautiful cunt that Miami was noted for, and had a good fucking before he got down to the real nitty-gritty of his trip.
But the torrents of rain flooding the streets made it impossible to step a food outside the hotel, and it was much too early to hit the sack. He looked at his watch. Eight-thirty. Jesus, the whole night was ahead of him and here he was stuck in a smoky, cocktail lounge.
He finished his drink and signalled the bartender for a refill. He supposed he could go to his suite and get to work on the papers in his briefcase, but the thought depressed him. There'd be plenty of time for that later. Tonight was strictly his own, to do whatever he wished, even if it meant sitting in a hotel bar for the rest of the evening.
A handsome, dark-haired man in his late twenties sat down on the empty stool to Larry's right and struck up a conversation. After a few minutes, it wasn't hard to determine what this Romeo had in mind, and when he touched Larry's ass, as if by mistake, Larry picked up his drink and walked to the farther end of the bar even closer to the drinking pigs he'd have to be ass-sucking all week for orders.
Taking a sip of his fresh drink, Larry let his practiced gaze rove over the assembled group of members, hustlers, and the trade show hanger-ons, who always attended every gathering in town.
His wary eye immediately located the important members of the Buyers group. They were always easy to spot, being the center of most of the attention of hustlers. Spotting one fat, tall man, dressed in an outrageously loud plaid suit, Larry noted that all that would be needed to get fatty to sign on the dotted line for his line of swimwear, would be a good line of crap about what a great leader of the industry he was. A lot of cheap whiskey and one good whore would also help. He also mentally filed away a reminder to be sure to find out which company the fatso represented so as to be prepared with the big smile, the warm hand, and the pat on the back.
Turning his attention back to his drink, he thought of how much he really hated what he was doing. He hated the drunken parties, the incompetent bastards, who were invariably promoted to the lofty position of Buyers, the cheap hustlers, the phony-baloney that he was required to lay on with a heavy shovel, and the sloppy service that was typical of a convention hotel.
But most of all, Larry hated the no-good bitches who were always married to the stupid bastards referred to, incredibly as Buyers. He had yet to meet one of these cunts that he liked. Yet, although it had taken him some time to realize it, they had more influence over the men they had married than any other person. If the little woman didn't like Larry Kent, then it was almost a sure bet that he'd end up never getting a contract from that particular store chain.
And the bigger the store, the bigger the cunt. Those cunts were far more aware of their importance that Larry had, for a long time, recognized. But once he had become aware of the true facts of life, his sales chart had shot up like a space ship to the moon. And even though he detested his job, he wasn't a fool. It was the easiest job, and the most lucrative, that Larry had had in his entire life. He'd fallen into it quite by accident, in fact, and every time he was tempted to tell the boss where he could stick it, all he had to do was remember the lousy job he'd had before.
It had been as a nightclub M.C., and even as a good master of ceremonies, Larry had hated it more than anything else. The lousy pay, lousy hours, the noisy drunks, the smoke-filled nightclubs, the taunting whores, the whole bit.
Good God, he thought to himself, how he had hated it! And when the chance came to get out, he'd taken it, and really never been sorry.
He ordered another drink, and gazing around, his eyes settled on a redhead sitting further down the long bar. She was in her early twenties, not too bad looking as cunts go, and built like a young Rachel Welch. Larry figured her for a hustler looking for a john. Taking his drink with him, he approached her, thinking that as far as she was concerned, it was time to get to work. He was getting horny, and with the rain, she just might be the answer.
Seating himself on the stool next to her, he saw that she was even better looking close up than he had thought. Casually he had let his leg brush against her as he had sat down. Then, in a deep low voice that he knew women always found exciting, he said he was sorry. She had only turned her face to him, a bored expression on it, and then immediately returned to staring at her half-empty glass.
"That's perfectly okay," she said in a voice so soft that Larry felt something stir within his balls.
"It's a little crowded in here."
"Yes," he answered, "big apparel trade show in town. Well, anyway, the least I can do is buy you a drink. What are you having?"
Turning towards him again, the young beauty looked him up and down. Larry couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable under her minute appraisal, something unusual for him, since he was used to it.
Then, shrugging her shoulders, she told him that she was having Jack Daniels on the rocks. She then drained what was left in her glass.
Larry quickly motioned to the bartender and soon there were fresh drinks in front of both.
"You act as if you're a trifle bored with the whole thing," he said, trying to start a conversation. "You must be one of the store buyers."
It was more of a question than a statement. For a moment he feared that she might answer in the affirmative, and feared even more the possibility that she just might be Mrs. Buyer. He was glad he was mistaken.
"The answer is yes to your first question, and no to the second," she told him. Taking a big swallow of the bourbon in the glass, she went on. "Yes, I'm terribly bored, I'm bored to death." Falling silent, she went back to the examination of her glass.
"That's too bad," he declared. "Most people come to a trade show as much to have fun as to conduct business. It's too bad that you're not with it." Leaving her to think about what he said, Larry slowly sipped at his drink.
Larry was genuinely exasperated when the only response he got was a shrug of the shoulders. Desperately, trying to figure a way to open the girl up, he decided on the direct approach. After all, his first impression that she was a whore just might be right after all. She might just be having an attack of self pity, although for some reason he couldn't accept her as a "you pay, I'll play" cunt.
"Well," he began, "since you're so bored, and you're not with the trade show, why hang around here at all?"
"It's my job," she replied.
"Your job?" Larry inquired, disappointed that he'd been right, she was a whore after all.
"You don't think I'd be hanging around her otherwise, do you?" she retorted.
"No, I guess not," he sighed. Then, tossing all caution to the winds, he went on. "I've got a bottle of Wild Turkey upstairs. What do you say we go up and have a few."
"I don't think so, thanks anyway," she replied, giving him a look of annoyance.
Curious now, Larry couldn't think of what to say.
Finally, and immediately regretting it, he blurted out, "But I thought you were a...." Catching himself, he stopped in time.
"You though I was a what?"
"Nothing. I guess maybe I was thinking of something else."
"Something else? What"
"Skip it," replied Larry angrily.
"Okay," she said again, shrugging her shoulders. "If you say so...."
This time she stopped speaking and turned to stare at him. The lines in her face creased into a look of amazement, quickly turning to one of amusement.
"You mean, you thought.,...." she began, pausing to get her words right, "you mean you thought I was a prostitute.
"No, of course not!" Larry exclaimed.
"You did," she accused, and then repeated, "yes, you did." Then she suddenly broke into abandoned laughter and placing her hand over her mouth, looked at him with open amusement.
The lovely girl's laughter annoyed Larry tremendously. He didn't like being laughed at by anyone, and especially not women. What angered him most was that she had guessed correctly. Oh, shit, he thought to himself. She looked like a whore, acted like a whore, and for a moment, talked like a whore, too. What was a guy supposed to think?
"I'm sorry," she said, finally recovering from her burst of laughter. Seeing that he was still scowling, she said, "Really, I am sorry. It's just that it struck me as being so funny. You know," she paused to look him over once more, "you don't exactly look like the type of man who would be looking for a whore. What I mean is, you look like the kind of man who can usually get all the free nookie he wants." She looked at him again, raising her eyebrows. Larry couldn't help but find her interesting. Relenting a little, he smiled.
"All right," he said to her.
"All right?" Does that mean you've overlooked what I said?" she asked.
"Yes, I've overlooked it," he repeated. Then, smiling again, he raised his glass to her.
"Thanks," she told him. Raising her own glass, she said, "But I still think you thought I was a prostitute."
Again he frowned at her.
She continued, "I really do. I'm curious why, too. Do I look like one?"
The beautiful girl's candor caught him off guard.
Larry didn't want to appear fool enough to admit that he had thought that she did look like a whore, he paused for a moment before answering.
"Of course not. Besides, I don't know what a prostitute is supposed to look like. The way I understand it, they come in all shapes and sizes."
"I'm sure you know all about that. I'd like to know why, too. I meant what I said about you not being the type to have to pay a girl for your pleasure. Does it have to do with your business? Please tell me. I'm dying to know."
The honest attention, couples with the flattery, proved too much for Larry. He didn't know why, but for some reason this luscious girl appealed to him. He decided to level with her.
"All right, I'll tell you. I was looking for a prostitute, and yes, it was business. I'm not exactly with the trade show, either. I sell swimwear for Tate Fashions Inc. My company discovered a long time ago that one of the best places to get large orders was at trade shows. What the hell, who am I to argue with success?"
He paused for a moment to take a drink before he went on.
"I'm with the special sales branch. All we do is contact women's buyers at the annual trade show, then, while they are having a good time, some of which is provided by us, we try to get their signatures on the dotted line."
He looked at her accusingly, shocked that this five foot six girl could put him on the defensive.
"Does that satisfactorily answer your question?" he continued. "Or do you still think I was looking for a prostie for myself?"
Smiling at him, she raised her glass and said, "My name is Bettina Albright. My friends call me Betty. Yes, that answers my question, and I understand perfectly. You see, I'm with the hotel, and my job is to play hostess at these get-togethers. That's what I meant when I said that it was my job. I was just trying to see if all the lovely buyers here were enjoying themselves." Taking another drink, she suddenly turned to him, and with a gleam in her eyes asked, "Is that invitation for the Wild Turkey still open?"
Looking at her closely, Larry gave her a quick once over. His estimate had been correct. She was indeed an attractive girl, tall and slender, with a luscious pair of titties and well-shaped ass and legs. Deciding that he could get around to finding a whore later, he told her that the invitation was still open and suggested that they go up to his suite immediately.
"All right," she agreed, "but I can't stay too long. Ken Jenkins, the manager, will probably be in her looking for me later."
"That's okay. I'll have you back here before he even knows you're gone."
He finished his drink and then took her by the arm, and carefully led her through the crowded bar. They left the crowded cocktail lounge excitedly. As soon as they were in his suite, the girl turned toward him and without any hesitation put her arms around him and kissed him. Her tongue was in his mouth before he knew it. As the embrace became stronger, Larry felt the passion within him rising.
Larry's prick was already at half-mast, made so by just the thought of getting into Betty's pussy. Now, as she anxiously ground her cunt into his loins, his pecker immediately responded by stretching to its fullest. Now it was really fully hard and ready for fucking.
Betty had decided before they left the cocktail lounge that she wanted this tall, good looking man to fuck her. She knew by instinct that he would be a great fucker, and if there was anything she needed at that moment, it was a good, relaxing, fulfilling fuck. All her life Betty had needed a hot screw, ever since a childhood boyfriend had first introduced her to the joys of fucking in the huge attic upstairs, while their parents shot pool in the den.
Now, as Betty passionately kissed Larry, she knew for sure that he would be a great fucker. His long, tongue now came out to meet hers, and finally it overcame her. She could feel the fast hardening of his prick against her belly and it excited her. He was mammoth, she thought, larger than she had expected. That was good because, while a fuck was always pleasant, being fucked by a huge pecker was much more fun than being fucked by a small one.
Without embarrassment, she reached down and felt his cock. Wow, she thought to herself, it is a mighty weapon. It was so large that she could just barely put her hand around it. It was so long that in his boxer shorts it was all the way up to his belt.
Really horny now, Betty broke away from the kiss and whispered in his ear.
"Well, darling, what's it going to be? Do you want a drink, or shall we " She let her voice trail off seductively.
Larry was knocked off guard by the directness and aggressive nature of this beautiful girl. It took him a moment to reply.
Then, without any further delay, he grasped one of her well-shaped titties in his hand and pushed her back onto the bed. She fell back willingly and opened her legs slightly. Larry had no trouble at all in putting his hand under her short skirt, and urgently probed at her already flooding pussy through her bikini panties.
Harsh groans and moans were coming deep from her throat as she squirmed under his expert fingering. Again she reached out and grasped his huge pecker. Her fingers played with his zipper and soon he felt her warm hand around the naked shaft of his throbbing prick.
"Oh, that's terrific," she breathed.
"I'm glad you like it, because I'm going to fuck the hell out of your twat with it."
"Is that a promise?"
"Yes," he smiled. "That's a promise."
"Great. But first I want to suck your cockie."
"What did you say?"
"I said, I want to suck your cockie. Any prick that big deserves to be sucked a little before you ram it into me."
The very sound of what she had said made her moan again. Quickly she was out from under him, and reaching behind to undo her dress.
"Hurry, lover," she said, "let's fuck! Oh, my cunny is so hot! But Larry didn't really need much encouragement. Soon both were naked, except for Larry's boxer shorts, which Betty said she wanted to remove.
Happily, Larry stood before the naked beauty who was sitting on the bed. His pecker was so hard now that the purplish head of it protruded from the waistband of his shorts.
Passionately, with her eyes never leaving it, Betty pulled down Larry's shorts, releasing the huge, wagging dong. She couldn't prevent eliciting a low gasp as she saw just how big Larry's prick really was. A good four inches in diameter, it extended a full eleven inches in length.
"Oh," she moaned again, "what a hunk of prick you've got, darling."
Quickly, she was on her knees in front of Larry, and just as quickly the head and three inches of the shaft of his pecker disappeared into her mouth. The heat of Betty's mouth made Larry moan, and he put his hands on her head.
Expertly, Betty ran her educated tongue over the head, lighting small fires as she went. Larry's moans increased and this pleased her. At the same time she let it fuck in and out of her hot mouth, taking as much of it as she could on one occasion, and being surprised with the sight of over half of it still outside.
Her own pussy was soaking and burning with desire by now, she reached down and inserted her index finger between the painfully swollen lips. Finding her clitty, she massaged it rapidly, at the same time increasing the speed with which she sucked Larry's prick.
In and out, faster and faster, Betty moved her mouth over the huge prick, loving every delicious taste. The lemony taste of a man's pecker, especially a huge dong like this, had always excited her. She knew it would make her shoot her cum almost at once. She hadn't been wrong this time, either. In a short time she felt her inner muscles begin to expand and contract. Then she felt the warm pussy juices flowing over her finger and out onto her cunt. This time the deep low moans were coming from her, and as the big wave of passion passed over her, she gulped as much of Larry's giant whang as she could possibly take down her throat. As the passion juices continued to spurt out of her, she kept trying to cram more of the prick down her throat.
So much of the cock was in her that she was starting to gag, but she still found herself helpless to stop. Trying desperately to open her mouth still wider and push herself onto the wonderful thing still more, she grew hotter and hotter. The last wave finally passing, she pulled her face away from the beautiful pecker. Looking up at Larry's contorted face, she smiled.
"Oh, baby," she groaned, "that was nice. Now, darling, let's get on the bed. I want to feel that big cock of yours in my cunny, way down deep in me."
Larry was only too happy to give Betty what she wanted. The perfect cocksucking she had given his blood-gorged prick had almost made him shoot off his cum. He wanted to jet his thick cum down her gorgeous throat, but the thought of fucking her twat was even more exciting and he didn't resist when she positioned him on his back. Betty indicated that she wanted to get on top of Larry.
Betty's horny speech only increased the sexual pleasure that Larry was experiencing. He had never had a woman who told him in such explicit terms what she was feeling, or what she wanted from a cock. Betty, however, told him all these things. And she told him in very exact terms.
The girl was in total agreement with fucking. She was completely absorbed in her screw pleasures, and the fact that those pleasures gave her fuck partner even more vivid pleasure was only to her a side effect. Betty loved to fuck and her natural instinct made her say so.
"Oh, your fuck-pole is so hard. I want to feel your big prick in me baby," she said. This was only a sample of what she was saying to Larry.
The more she talked the harder his prick would get. She straddled him, and reaching down, held his big pecker upright, carefully positioning herself above him. Aiming at the large head at her red swollen twat lips, she slowly lowered herself onto his dong, screwing up her face as she first felt his monstrous cock fill her hole.
"Oh, sweeties," she breathed, "you're so huge. That big prick of yours is going to just ruin my poor little pussy. But I want you to ruin it, baby. I want you to fuck my cunny until I beg for mercy."
With that, she lowered herself still further onto the wicked looking fuck-pole, causing Larry to let out a great sight of satisfaction as the tender folds of her pussy enveloped his pecker and the warmth penetrated deep within him.
"That's great, baby. Oh, I love the way your prick feels in me. I want more of it, baby. Fuck me, sweetheart." Betty lowered herself still further onto Larry's dong, having almost half of it in her twat.
Looking down at how much had pierced her heated gash, Betty realized that only eight inches had found its way into her fuck-hole. She felt so full that she had been sure that his cock must have gone all the way home by now.
Seeing that a good three inches still remained outside, she couldn't help exclaiming, "Wow! There's that much left to go? Oh, baby, I don't know if I'll be able to take all of that or not. My cunny is so full right now that I feel like I must have at least two feet in me. Oh, darling, what a whang you've got. You're going to drive me out of my mind with it."
Then sobering, she said, "But what if I can't take your whole cock? What if you can't get it all in my twat?" she cried deeply upset.
Larry had no doubt that to a girl like Betty that would have been a calamity, for the girl's unbroken description of what she was feeling as the prick sank deeper and deeper into her was too real to have been faked. At the same time, he found that her boiling passion was having a tremendous horny effect on him. Although he indeed enjoyed what was happening, and in fact always found fucking a thoroughly enjoyable experience, the feeling that Betty was giving him was a new one.
Never before had he so completely enjoyed the feeling of total control over a woman. He couldn't help thinking that if he were to suddenly try to stop screwing now, she would literally rape him, holding him down and fucking him until she finally had her fill of his cock. Getting carried away himself, he couldn't help injecting a few words.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he heard himself saying, "I'll get it all in if I have to go out and find someone to help push."
"Oh, yes," she answered. "Oh, yes. Betty's got to have all your cock, baby. My cunt is so hot."
Taking a moment to look again at the huge pecker that was slowly entering her, Betty positioned herself carefully, and then began raising herself slowly off the huge pecker, only to rapidly force her cunny down on it again. She watched with flashing eyes as the big prick rammed into her, feeling it going in her twat at the same time, and going almost out of her mind with passion each time.
Over and over again she repeated this screw movement. The friction of cock in cunt was almost driving Larry up to the ceiling. The heat of her pussy, couples with the unexpected tightness of her soaking twat, at the same time, was having an almost unbelievable effect on him.
Doing his best to control himself, and to hold off his impending orgasm, he resorted to ticking off the list of Buyers he had to see in his head, trying desperately to distract himself long enough for Betty to again reach her climax. But the fierceness with which Betty was now fucking up and down on his prick was quickly causing him to lose the battle, and she was showing no inclination to slow up her fuck tempo.
In self-defense more than anything else, and hoping that it might at least temporarily slow her down, Larry grasped Betty about the hips. Without warning, he shoved with all his might upward with his own hips. At the same time, he helped her to push downward. The effect was to drive the rigid prick still further into the girl's fuck-hole.
Betty hadn't been prepared for this fuck motion, and she hadn't been kidding when she had said that she was completely full with cock. The cock shaft sank still deeper into her, and when it reached the absolute depth of her pussy, sent a wave of pain through her twat. But because of her position of being over his cock directly, and at the same time being caught off balance, she was unable to stop its further sinking into her hot cunny.
"Oh, darling," Betty screamed as the pain zipped through her twat. "Oh, sweetie, you're all the way in! Don't try to go any further, sweetie, or you'll tear me to pieces. Please, darling, no further. I can't take all your cockie after all."
Then, looking down, she saw that still an inch and a half of the giant prick remained outside her. She couldn't help feeling disappointed. She had felt sure that his dong had gone all in her pussy, the last powerful fuck lunge he had given her.
"Oh, yes you can, sweetie," answered Larry, his voice thick with lust. "Just relax, honey, and let me do the work. Open your cunt up as wide as you can and hold on."
"No, Larry," she answered in alarm, aware that any further attempts to get more of the massive pecker into her would bring out excruciating pain. "I can't take any more. Please! Just lay back and enjoy it. Let me ride up and down on that big cockie of yours and you'll come right away. Besides, I'm almost ready to cum myself. Don't try to push your prick all the way in, love, because you're just going to hurt my pussy." The last was said moaningly, almost pleadingly, although Betty didn't really feel that she would have to plead with Larry. What she didn't reckon with was the horny, hot state that Larry was in.
Larry had an almost insane desire now, egged on considerably by Betty's talk, to completely fill her fuck-hole with his huge prick. He didn't know why, but for some unexplainable reason, that idea took first priority over everything else.
Larry really didn't want to cause her pain, or did he? All he knew at that moment was that his craving was stronger than he'd ever known before. Betty had captured his innermost desires, and every thrill sensation he was having was intensified
"Turn over, sweeties," he said to her easily. "Turn over and let me fuck you the regular way with me on top. I like it better that way. Okay?"
"All right, Larry, if you want," she answered softly. "But wait just a moment. I'm ready to cum. Oh! Eeeee...." she trailed off. Then, almost in a shout, she said, "I'm cuming! I'm cuming! Fuck me, Larry, fuck me!"
There was no doubt in Larry's mind that she was cuming. He could feel the frantic contraction and the expansion of her pussy muscles, and the walls of her cunny seemed suddenly to become alive. Fighting with himself frantically, he soon lost the battle and felt his own orgasm rising within his balls faster than he could control it.
By now Betty was fucking up and down on Larry's pecker in a frenzy of excitement. The sexy words still flooded from her mouth in a never ending description of the fuck feelings she had. Her nails dug deep into the tops of his shoulders, but the pain was completely lost on him, for just at that moment he felt his cum shoot out.
"Oh, baby," Larry howled. "I'm shooting my cum off, too, baby! It's cuming now, baby! Screw it! Fuck it! I can feel you cuming, too, Fuck it!" The words came forth from him without his almost being aware of them. They rose in pitch higher and higher, ending at last almost in a bellow.
"I feel your boiling sperm doll," Betty squealed back. "Oh, I feel it, cum in me, baby, shoot your hot sticky cock juice all in me. Oh, I love it! I can't help it! I'm cuming more, baby. Catch my cum. Shoot your cum into me! Let me feel it spurt in me hot and heavy. Oh, oh!"
The two bodies on the bed were locked into a frenzy of motion, so fast was it that it was almost hard to determine which belonged to which. When Larry had started to cum, Betty had increased the already incredible speed with which she fucked up and down on his huge pecker, and with each spurt of his cock juice, Larry would thrust his hips forward wildly, trying to jam as much of this prick into her twat as he could. The white, sticky cum so filled Betty's pussy that she could no longer control or contain it all. It began running out of her pussy in a trickle at first and finally flowed in floods. The juice slid down his prick and flowed out over his balls, making them warm and sticky. And still it rushed down from her twat.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the screwing began to lessen, and at last both were still. The air was filled with the sounds of then-deep gasping breathing.
"Hot Shit!" Larry squeaked, and then couldn't help laughing as he realized that he had lost his voice in the passion of the orgasm before. "Holy Shit!" he repeated, "that was what I call a real fuck! Betty, you're the greatest! I thought I'd been fucked by some of the best, but compared to you, they are all amateurs." Unable to think of anything else to say, he repeated again, "Holy Shit!" and hugged her to him sensually. Then he began rotating his hips.
"Larry," she replied, "when you've got a prick like your mammoth one, there just has to be an explosion. You've got the most beautiful cock I've fucked in a long time."
Then she hugged him hard, and answered his screwing rotation with a little fuck movement of her own.
Catching her breath momentarily, she went on, "Damn, I'm so full of your cum that I'll have to run back to my room and wash out my cunny before I can go back downstairs." Betty laughed and kissed him on the mouth. "That was one of the most fantastic fucks I've had since I came to this damned place."
Slowly Betty eased herself up off Larry's limp cock, and giving it a loving squeeze, the damp stickiness clinging to her hand, she put it to her mouth and began licking it. The sight of her sucking cum fascinated Larry so much that he again began feeling the old, familiar stirrings within his cock.
In a voice already hoarse, he commanded her," Suck the juice off my cock."
Eyeing him briefly, she soon sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned her head over him. The first touch of her tongue on his dong made Larry groan. Raising his head slightly, he watched as she deliciously licked and sucked his slowly rising pecker clean of the mixed fuck juices. Her obvious delight in her sucking task, only served to heighten the pleasure he got watching her. Here was a total woman, he thought to himself. She loved to fuck and wasn't afraid to let it show.
Gently, almost tenderly, Larry put his hand on her lowered head and brushed back her hair. At the touch of his hand on her, Betty glanced up at him questioningly, and then smiling, raised her head.
"Are you enjoying my fucking and my sucking baby?" she asked.
"I certainly am! That's the greatest fuck session I've ever had in my life."
"Wonderful, because it's the greatest fuck I've ever had, too. I just adore that big fuck-pole of yours. How about a cigarette? I'll light them."
With that, she abandoned her sucking task and, going to the nightstand, got cigarettes for both. Then she lit them.
As they lay there side by side together, smoking and getting their wind back, Larry couldn't help wondering what had brought such a girl like Betty to a place like this Miami Beach hotel. She just didn't seem to fit there. She was too lovely, too well educated, too. His curiosity got the better of him and he asked her directly.
Laughing, Betty leaned over and once more planted a firm kiss on his mouth. Then, looking at her watch, she was astonished to see that they had been gone for over an hour and a half. Startled, Betty jumped from the bed and raced over to where she'd carelessly discarded her dress and underthings earlier.
"I hate to fuck and run, Larry, but I've been gone way too long. Old 'sigh and fort' Kenny, the manager, will be having a piss-off by now."
Then without further talk she stepped into her white bikini panties.
The sight of the lovely Betty, her body now seemed to him more desirable than it had been before, stepping into her tiny panties, reaching for her bra, set Larry off again. His prick was already half hard again from the teasing she had given it while cleaning the globby cum from it. Jumping from the bed, he went to her and put his arms around her.
The lovely girl quickly stepped out of his grasp, and laughing again, said, "Not now, Larry. I've still got a living to make, and if the manager doesn't see me downstairs making like the good little hostess with the gooks, he's going to piss his pants. Later, my love. Later."
The ring of sincerity in her voice was enough to put Larry off, for the time being, anyway. He had not a single doubt that she would be back, and just as horny as he was. She was the kind of girl who sincerely liked to fuck, and Larry was egotistical enough to believe that he had given her the sexy fuck she had wanted. So, settling for another kiss, this one a little longer than before, he released her and went back to the bed.
"When do I get to see you again?" he asked.
"I don't know, Larry. I'm going to be kept pretty busy with this damned women's wear trade show. Then, turning to Yum, she added, "But don't worry. I live right here in the hotel, so it won't be too hard. Besides, the trade show is going to last for a week. I'M sure that we'll manage somehow to have fuck sessions several more times. You are going to be here for the whole week, aren't you, Larry?"
"Yes, I'll be here," he answered, "but I do wish you'd be a little more specific. Hell," he laughed, indicating his now semi-hard pecker, "this little bastard is ready to screw again."
Glancing at the half-hard pecker, Betty couldn't help walking over to him and taking it in her hand. Looking at him straight in the eye, she spoke.
"Don't worry, darling, I want some more of that beautiful cock just as much as you want my pussy." Then straightening herself once more, she again started dressing, pulling her tight, sheath dress over her head, then going to the mirror and making repairs to her make-up.
"By the way, lover," she said suddenly, "what's your full name? Shit, now isn't that something? Here I let you fuck the hell out of me and I don't even know your last name. I sure as hell don't intend calling you just Larry from now on, even though I could think of a much better name for you." She winked.
"Kent," he answered, surprised himself that he hadn't told her before. "Laurence Peter Kent, and I do seem to remember telling you my racket."
"Yes, Larry, you told me. But you left out your most important talent." She glanced significantly at his still hall-hard pecker, winking sexily at him. Larry laughed, then winked back. Laying back on the bed, he watched with open admiration as she finished dressing. At last she was finished and turned to face him, a smile on her face.
"Well, do I pass inspection?"
"You look like a trillion bucks," he answered. "You're just toying with a young girl's emotions," she replied. "I'll bet you tell all the girls you fuck the same old story."
Still, Larry could tell that she was pleased. She walked toward him, and taking the cigarette from him, took a deep drag on it. She let the smoke out through her nostrils, while at the same time licking her lips teasingly with the tip of her tongue.
"You keep that up," he threatened, "and I'll throw you down on this bed again and screw the hell out of you, manager or no manager!"
Laughing, she handed him back his cigarette, then pranced lightly away from him.
"Promises, just promises," she teased. "All I ever get are promises. But honestly, Larry, I have to get going. Don't forget that I have to stop by my room and clean my pussy out. But I'll see you downstairs in the bar in about an hour, that is if you really want to see me again tonight."
"You bet your bottom, I do," he replied, in the same serious voice that she had ended upon. "In fact, I don't think I can wait for a whole hour.
Who knows? I might get so damned horny that I just might try out one of those prostitutes. With that, he grinned at her broadly.
Betty glared at him, then giggled.
"You go messing around with any whores, and I'll cut off that delectable cock."
"Then you won't get any prick either," he returned.
Surprisingly, Betty acted as if she had just thought of that un-likely possibility herself. Glancing at her watch, she groaned, and then bade him a quick good-bye running toward the door. She promised to see him later that night, then was gone.
A trace of her sexy scent lingered in the suite after Betty had left. Larry lay there, smoking contentedly, and letting the frail fragrance fill his nostrils.
He could hear the beating rain pounding on his windows, and sighed contentedly. He felt great, on top of the world. Betty was the best fuck partner he'd had in a long time. And to think he met her because it was raining!
CHAPTER TWO
Larry dozed for a while, then he stretched, took a shower and dressed carefully for his rendezvous with Betty later that night. Just the thought of her and her beautiful body, made his prick rise to half-mast. He got himself under control and headed for the elevator.
As he walked back into the bar, Larry's ears were pricked by the almost deafening noise. Most of the happy, laughing people present were the apparel convention, and were losing no time in getting what they had come for, the carefree gaiety of the trade show.
Working himself slowly through the crowded cocktail lounge, Larry finally reached the bar, and unable to find a vacant stool, motioned to a waiter. After a long wait, the waiter brought him a hastily mixed vodka and seven up.
As he sipped the drink, Larry glanced about the dimly lit bar. The fat guy in the plaid suit with the loud voice, had now assembled a fairly large crowd of admirers. Another small group had sprung up across the room, the center of attention being a small man, slender, with a black beard.
These must be the two top dogs, Larry reflected. I guess maybe I'd better move around to them, and start making myself known, he decided. Then he spotted a face he knew.
Barry Walters, a great guy, who'd somehow managed to make the grade as a Buyer of women's wear, saw him at the same time. Both men began working their way through the crowd until finally their hands met in a warm, friendly handshake.
"Barry! It's good to see you. I didn't know you were going to be here. I thought you only covered the Western Section only."
"It's swell to see you again, too Larry. I've been promoted. I now have the entire western and mid-west half of the states. It's a bigger job, but damned little more green stuff." He laughed, showing bright, even well kept teeth. Larry liked him.
"That's just great. Hey! I'll have to buy a drink on that, my boy. That is, if we can ever make it back to the damned bar. Wow! What a crowd! I think there must be more people here than there were in New York last year."
The noise was such that further conversation was impossible. The two threaded their way carefully through the crowd, and just as they reached the bar, two men left their stools. Quickly they grabbed the still warm seats. Larry ordered drinks for both and turned to his friend.
"Barry, you sure are a sight for sore eyes. I thought this trade show would be dull as hell. But with you along, we'll have a ball!" He patted Barry's shoulder, a warm smile on his face.
Their drinks arrived and both raised them to each other in a toast, then drank them.
"Are you still peddling cheap swimsuits?" Barry asked good-humoredly.
"Everything that you can swim in," Larry replied, smiling. "That is, when I can find a good sucker like you."
"Great! That means that the booze and broads are on you."
"All the way, buddy boy."
"I'll take a brunette, with a redhead for a chaser."
Both men laughed, then sipped their drinks contentedly. They genuinely liked each other. Barry Walters was the one women's wear buyer that didn't fit into Larry's broad category of fuckups. He was a shrewd businessman, and he couldn't be bought with cheap whiskey and paid whores. You had to give him something too, and at a good price. If you did, he bought. If you didn't, he scrammed.
Larry sincerely wished that all apparel buyers were like him. He would enjoy his job much more if they were.
"So, tell me about the new job," said Larry. "There's not really much to tell. There was a big shake up at the home office. The new head man is pretty sharp. He wants results, not pats on the back. Well, to call a spade a spade, he sent for me one day and announced that I was taking over the complete western and middle western states as chief buyer. Just like that. This guy doesn't screw around."
"Well, I know he picked the right manager."
"Thanks. I don't mind saying that the last few weeks have been pretty hectic. Hell, Larry, you know how it is. I've kicked three of my old bosses 'top choices' out on their asses, and given several others a pretty good shaking up."
"You'll make it," Larry replied with confidence. "Shit, man, I heard about the shake up, but I didn't hear that it was you they promoted. If I'd known I'd have been around I before this to congratulate you. I'll tell you what, j though. As sort of a gesture of good will, your whole stay here is on us."
Barry looked at Larry Kent. The look in his eyes was wary, not as trusting as before. Larry couldn't help but notice it.
"Wait, Barry, old buddy, don't give me that fish eye. You know there are no strings attached. It's strictly in the interest of good will. Besides, now that I know Burton is out and you're in, I plan on making a strictly business call on you. Those old lines that he bought must be giving you hell in inventory. To tell you the truth, we've come out with a new line of swimwear that I feel sure I can give you a good deal on. That is, with a large order."
"Good," replied Barry. Then, relaxing, after realizing that Larry wouldn't try a cheap trick like bribing him, he smiled. "You're right, too. That shit Burton bought from your competitor, at almost twice the price, I might add, we just didn't sell. We do need some hot lines. I'd be glad to talk to you about it."
"Great! Now let's can the business talk, and talk about something a little more interesting."
"Like what?" asked Barry, a gleam in his eyes.
"Cunt," Larry replied. "What else?"
"Oh, that! Yes, yes. That's a subject near and dear to my heart. Do you have anything lined up?"
"Not yet. I just got here myself."
Then, remembering Betty, he told him briefly about her, not going too deeply into details about their fuck session in his room. He ended by promising to ask her if she might have a friend for Barry.
"But until then," Larry said, "there are always a few prostie's around. Do you want to help me look around? I'll need at least two hot whores,"
"Hell, why not? You know, that's the one thing about your job that I envy."
"What's that? The whores?"
"No," he laughed, "all the free pussy you get."
Larry laughed too, then, realizing that the bar was so crowded that he wouldn't stand a chance of spotting a prostitute there, much less talking to her privately, he decided to do it the easy way. Suggesting to Barry that they both go to his room, they got up and left.
Once in his room, Larry put in a call to the bell captain, asking him to send up some ice. In the meantime, Barry had fixed them both a drink. They had just settled down in chairs when there was a knock on the door. Getting up, Larry answered it, and ushered in a tall, slender bellboy.
"Yes, sir," he said in greeting. Fresh glasses and ice."
"Just put it over there on the dresser," Larry answered.
"Will that be all, sir?" the bellhop asked.
Larry had taken a roll of bills from his pocket that made the bellboy's eyes bulge. Larry had intended to do just that. After all, at a trade show, money talked, and talked louder than anything else.
"Well, that all depends," he said, smiling and carefully unfolding the bills, giving the bellhop a good look. The sight of the money caused him to lick his lips in anticipation.
"Yes, sir. Anything you need, sir. You just name it, and if I can't get it for you, then it just ain't to be got."
"Can you get anything?"
"Anything," the bellhop replied, this time looking Larry directly in the eye.
"Can you get cunts?"
"I can get all you want. Blondes, brunettes, redheads. You name it, and I'll get them. Name anything you want."
"What about for the whole week?"
"The whole week?" the bellboy repeated, astonished.
"That's what I said. The whole week."
"That would be might expensive, mister," the bellhop answered, peering at Larry through half-closed lids. He was mentally sizing this man up. The roll of bills had definitely made a deep impression on him. But he had been in this business a long time, and nothing surprised him. He had seen crackpots before. How would he know that this wasn't just another crackpot?
"All right, so it will be expensive. Can you get me the cunts? Or are you just small potatoes? You know, able to get some broken down, old whore, every once in a while for some horny guy that's so hard up he would fuck his dog if necessary."
"When I say I can get cunt, mister, I mean I can get cunt, and they aren't any damned old prostie's either. I can deliver some of the best cunt in this whole damned town. But, like I say, they are expensive. If you want them for the whole week," he paused, and pretended to be deep in thought. "Well, of course I'll have to check with the girls first, but I'd estimate that they wouldn't go for something like that for any less than, let's say fifteen hundred. And that's cash in advance, of course."
Larry smiled. He had made his deal. Slowly he peeled off five hundred dollar bills from the roll.
The bellhop's gaze followed his hand with the hypnotized gaze of a fly caught in a web watching the spider come after him.
"I'll make my own deal with the pussies. This five hundred is for you if you can get them here. Then, when the week is over, there will be another thousand, plus your cunt from the cunt."
"It's a deal!" snapped out the other man, then reached for the money.
Quickly, Larry pulled back his hand.
"Not so fast. First the cunts, then the money."
Smiling slyly, the bellhop gave him a look of admiration. This wasn't any country hick. This guy knew where it was at. Most likely there would be more than the fifteen hundred bucks, that is, if he delivered the merchandise he wanted.
"Forty-five minutes too soon?" asked the bellhop.
"Make it thirty. And," he quickly added, "bring up some more booze. How about a bottle of bourbon, rye, and scotch?"
"Yes sir!"
The bellhop disappeared, only to return fifteen minutes later with two of the most beautiful women Larry had seen in a long time. One, tall, slender, with long black hair, flashed him an immediate smile. The other, shorter, with huge titties and drumstick thighs, made for Barry, turning on the charm at a high voltage pitch.
After settling the bill for the booze, Larry slipped the bellhop a hundred bucks, then, as an afterthought, added another fifty. The man grinned his appreciation. Unable to restrain himself, he commented that apparently everything was all right.
Larry only smiled back and moved closer to the door. The bellhop exited.
The tall black-haired girl's name was Jennifer and her blonde friend's name was Gloria. Both girls readily agreed when Larry offered them a drink. Gloria's hands were moving all over Barry as Larry made the drinks. Jennifer came to stand next to him, smiling.
"Are you in town for the apparel trade show?" she asked.
"Yes, but I'm on the other end," Larry replied.
"The other end?"
"Yes, the selling end. You know, swimwear mostly, and other things. That's what you girls are for," he finished meaningfully.
Now that she knew the score, Jennifer seemed to relax more, and Larry couldn't help noticing that she seemed to turn off some of the sex appeal. Being realistic about it, he couldn't really get too upset. After all, they were both professionals, weren't they? Each was doing their own bit."
"I see," she finally said, quietly. "Exactly what did you have in mind?"
"Does it really matter, as long as you get your money? That's why you're in the business isn't it."
"Sure. I should have know that a couple of good looking men like you wouldn't really be needing to buy cunny!"
"Thanks for the compliment. Now, what say we get down to business?"
Gloria, who had been listening to the conversation more or less while she played around with Barry, now seemed to lose interest in him. She concentrated on what was being said. This was the part that was closest to her heart. Lucre, filthy green stuff, money!
Larry outlined what he had in mind. Each of the girls would make themselves completely available for any and all clients that he might have. They would give his clients everything they wanted, and then some. Also, he made sure they understood that the arrangement included Barry and him.
In exchange for that,-he would pay each of the girls a flat fee of fifteen hundred dollars, and they could make their own arrangements with the bellhop. He also told them that he was taking care of him on the side.
"Fifteen hundred!. That's not much for the whole week," Gloria said.
"So make more money off someone else!" Larry answered quickly, noticeably annoyed. It was a good offer, and he knew it. He hadn't even had time to mention the bonus.
"Easy, calm down, lover," Jennifer said, laughing nervously. "You can't blame a girl for trying."
Larry said nothing. He waited for their answer. One thing he resented like hell in his business was being taken. He knew what the going rates were, and knew that fifteen hundred was more than they would take in any other way. Plus the fact that they wouldn't wind up with sore bodies and pussies when it was over made it a great deal for the two girls.
"All right, okay, we'll take it."
Then, in an obvious effort to improve relations, she added, "how about if we show you two how good we are? You know, we could give you a sort of sample."
It worked. The harsh line around Larry's mouth softened. Barry's expression was one of absolute agreement. His hand found Gloria's mammoth titties and began massaging them.
"It sounds like a hell of a good idea to me," he announced to one and all. "After all, Larry, you've got to make sure that your clients are getting first class merchandise, don't you?"
"Baby, you can bet that by the time I'm through with you, you'll have no doubt what class this merchandise is."
With that, Gloria reached down and grasped Barry by the prick, massaging it gently. At the same time, she pulled his face down to hers and planted a kiss on his mouth. It was obvious that Barry was loving it.
Jennifer, in the meantime, moved to Larry. Her hand also sought out and found his already erect prick. Its massive size delighted her, and she said so.
This, in addition to the easy way in which both girls fell right into the scheme of things, put Larry in a much better mood. His arms went quickly around Jennifer. One of his hands quickly went up under her blue satin mini skirt. She moaned slightly, then willingly spread her legs apart to allow him more room to continue his exploration of her twat.
His hand found her already moist pussy. It was only thinly protected by a flimsy pair of panties. He began rubbing it, feeling the wetness seep through. Her moans increased, and Larry couldn't be sure if they were real or put on.
He had pushed her up against the bar and had her leaning half way back. Her legs were spread wider now and her skirt was up around her waist. From the cock hunger he heard from her lips, he knew that the moans and groans she continued to make had to be for real.
At the same time, Jennifer alternately pulled and squeezed at Larry's prick. The size of the firm hard fuck-pole excited her. One of the benefits of her chosen profession was that she liked to fuck. If there was one thing she liked more than a good fucking, it was two good fuckings.
Seeing that Barry and Gloria were already screwing on the couch, Larry pulled Jennifer over to the bed. She came willingly. Soon they were almost naked and the roving of their hands became more rapid and insistent.
"Oh, Larry, breathed Jennifer. "What a prick you've got! Please don't keep little Jennifer waiting!"
"You really like that pecker, don't you?"
"Oh, fuck, yes," Jennifer answered quickly.
Without any further love play, Larry got on top of her and positioned himself between her legs.
Jennifer raised herself up slightly, just enough to get one quick look at his iron-hard prick, just seconds before he grasped it and began fucking it in her waiting cunt.
As the head of it passed through her blood-gorged pussy lips, she moaned loudly. At the same time, she let her nails dig lightly across his back. As more and more of it rammed deeper and deeper into her, the pressure of her nails increased, as did her cries of pleasure.
"Oh, that's it, lover. Put that cock in me. Oh, yes! All of your huge dong! Yes! Yes! Oh, that prick feels good!"
Encouraged, Larry rammed at her twat roughly, finally feeling the last of it enter her cunt. At the same time, she threw her legs around his midriff and shoved up to meet his great dick.
Larry withdrew a short distance, then plunged back into her pussy deeply. Jennifer grunted her pleasure. The legs became like vises around Larry's middle. Again he withdrew his cock and rammed it back into her.
"Oh, baby doll! I should be paying you for this fuck!"
Larry's only answer to her was to begin a steady in and out fuck motion. Each time he would withdraw, he could feel her cunny muscles tighten around the shaft of his pecker. Then, as he would plunge back into the warm twat depths, Jennifer would moan deeply and tighten her legs around him again.
Jennifer's nails were all over Larry's back. They scratched every part of it, and Larry knew that when she shot off her cum, she would dig them right into him. He didn't care.
The woman under him loved to fuck. That much they had in common. They both loved to fuck. And right now, they were doing a hell of a good job of it.
Faster and harder Larry fucked. Each time he rammed it in her cunt, she would raise up to meet him. Her cries of pleasure got louder and louder. They way they were bouncing around on the bed, there was no doubt that it wouldn't be long before they would both be shooting forth their fuck juice. A strangled cry of pleasure-pain escaped from Jennifer's throat. She arched her back sharply and pitched her hips forward violently. At the same time, she seemed to become paralyzed. Flushed and contorted, her face grew redder, and the flow of violence that lay just below the surface became more and more obvious. At any moment, she would explode her orgasm.
Larry, sensing what was happening in her twitching pussy, renewed his screw attack. Furiously, now, he thrust his pecker deep into her warm, waiting cunny. His screw efforts soon paid off. The hot, wet, juice of her cum saturated his huge cock, and then overpowered it. Her boiling twat juice was too much for him.
He felt his own sperm rising up within his balls. It finally reached the boiling point and he felt the first hot gushes of cum rushing headlong through his cock shaft, seeking release in Jennifer's already gushing pussy. Unable to control it, Larry just groaned and felt the first searing sperm stream gush out of the prick head of his ever enlarging cock.
With the release of her first wave of scalding lava, Jennifer seemed to take on new life. Suddenly, she was thrashing about frantically, almost as if she were trying to be in a hundred places all at the same time.
Her shrieks of passion echoed throughout the room, and were so shrill that they momentarily distracted Barry and Gloria. Their own fuck session interrupted, they stopped for a moment and watched the passionate fuck scene unfolding on the bed.
Thoroughly caught up in the heat of the screw, Larry was fucking away at the still frantically moving Jennifer with a frenzy. Each time he would slam his prick into her wet pussy, there would be a slurping sound, followed by a wet, sucking sound as he withdrew.
From the way Larry's back was also arched, there was no doubt that he was shooting his cum juice into Jennifer, and that she was enjoying it tremendously.
Barry, already excited, felt his prick grow larger. Gloria noticed it, too. Contracting her pussy muscles rhythmically, she smiled at him when he looked at her.
"Does that turn you on, sweetie?" she asked. "What?" Barry asked, not sure what she was referring to.
"Watching Jennifer get the royal shit fucked out of her."
"yes," he answered, his breathing becoming more and more harsh.
"Your friend seems to be doing a good screw job. He's got the cock and balls for it, too. It feels like you're getting a little bit excited from watching them fuck yourself."
Barry only grunted, his gaze glued to the continuing fucking on the bed.
"Listen," Gloria went on. "She's really shooting her cum load now. Do you hear her moaning? Sweet piss, he must be ramming that monster half way up into her belly. He's shooting his sperm into her, too. Do you hear him?"
Realizing what Gloria was doing, Barry just smiled at her. He withdrew his own much harder prick and suddenly rammed it into her cunny. Caught by surprise, Gloria grunted her approval.
"I'm glad you remembered where my fuck-hole was," she teased.
Barry's only answer was to withdraw his dong again and send his prick plunging into her. Gloria moaned again, and opened her legs even further to accommodate him. The sights and sounds coming from the bed had excitedly turned Gloria on, too. She was the first to admit that she liked watching someone shooting their cum. Now she thought it was about time that she got her own off. This time when Barry thrust down into her, she pushed up to meet hi, burying his prick still deeper within her. It felt good.
"Oh," she breathed deeply. "Shove that cock in me good and hard. Fuck me, baby!"
Barry did his best to comply. His hips moved and thrust harder. He tried to drive his prick as deeply in her as possible. He suddenly felt an urge to hurt her, to make her cry out.
The fuck sounds from the bed began to diminish. Barry caught a brief glimpse of Jennifer's hands gently caressing Larry's back lovingly. Larry's hips continued to move slightly, rotating seductively.
By now, however, Barry was beyond caring about what was happening on the bed. His own balls seemed to be so swollen that they hurt. The woman under him was making low, moaning sounds, indicating that she wasn't too far from reaching the same explosive pitch that the two on the bed had just made.
Each time Barry would thrust his cock downward now, Gloria would rise up to meet him, enveloping him completely in the deep warmth of her pussy. The screams of passion that she was making became louder, and her own upward twat thrusts were more intense.
Feeling her nails stroking aggressively across the firmness of his back, Barry knew that it wouldn't be long before he would make her shoot her cum. He wanted to make her have a climax. In fact, at that moment he could think of nothing in the world he wanted more than to hear and feel her shooting out her pussy juice.
With this intention, Barry lunged and rammed in her cunt with renewed strength. She responded. Her cries grew louder, and her own movements increased steadily. It wouldn't be long now, he sensed before she came, and he was right.
At that moment she sounded a low, piercing moan. At the same time, Barry felt her dig her nails into his back. Gloria was getting ready to shoot her cum.
She opened her already widely spread legs still further, giving Barry an even more open area to fuck. Barry had been right. She was on the verge of cuming. She could feel the boiling orgasm within herself building steadily to a tremendous climax. Admitting it to herself, Gloria realized that the fucking sights and sounds from Jennifer and Larry had excited her, too.
The head of Barry's prick was reaching deeper and deeper into her inner pussy now, and it was driving the sensitive nerve endings deep within her cunt crazy. She could clearly feel each and every tantalizing fuck movement his prick made. The feeling was delicious, and she loved every screw stroke of it.
The head of Barry's pecker was causing him great pleasure, too. He could feel the now super-sensitive head responding more and more to the constant fuck stimulation it was receiving. Each time he would thrust it deeply into the warm, vibrating folds of Gloria's pussy, it would send back wave after wave of excruciating ecstasy. It wouldn't be long before he would feel the gushing waves of prick juice spilling forth from his boiling cock.
Gloria had begun to moan louder now, telegraphing that her own orgasm was almost shooting out of her. She was digging her nails into Barry's back with a purpose now, thrusting her hips up to meet him furiously. Her legs spread still further and she tried with all her might to receive as much of the wonderful ecstasy-giving pecker into her moist pussy as she possibly could. This was pure joy to Gloria.
Time and again Barry rammed his cock viciously into her twat. She gave him all the encouragement he needed, lifting her hips to meet his fuck strokes each time, urging him on with her words of lust and passion.
"Fuck me harder, sweetie. Ram that cock into me harder. Deeper! Oh, yes! That's it! Fuck the piss right out of me!" she moaned.
Jennifer and Larry, lying on the bed, tired and exhausted after their terrific bout of fucking, but feeling wonderfully satisfied, now turned their combined attentions to the two fuckers on the couch. The animal grunts and groans coming from them were having an exciting effect on the already screw-exhausted couple. Jennifer gently began stroking the limp prick resting at her side.
"I'm getting ready to shoot my cum," moaned Gloria. Then she threw her arms and legs wildly around Barry's body.
"Cum, Gloria, cum," answered Barry, his voice thick with passion and desire. "I want you to cum like you've never cum before in your life."
"Oh, yes, Barry," she answered. "I want to cum. I want to cum."
Then the moans of her voice were lost in the ensuing writhings of passion and heat that came next. Gloria lurched upward suddenly and arched her back at such an angle that those watching her decided that it had to be painful. But if it was, Gloria didn't notice, for just at that second she felt the first gushing spurt of her orgasm unleash itself within her cunt depths and of her cunt.
Barry, too, reach his pinnacle of desire, feeling the bursting of his manhood rush together and become a steady stream of joy juice. He felt his great volume of cum boil up within his balls, gush to the surface, race through the shaft of his cock, to finally explode through the head of his prick. His hot white cum mingled intimately with the pussy juice that Gloria was so abundantly shooting out of her own cunny depths.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he moaned.
"Cum in me," Gloria pleaded with him. "Shoot your sperm in me, darling. Fill me up."
"Ummmm," Barry answered, as the first gush of his cum spurted from within him.
The two thrashing bodies on the couch were almost as one now. They were first on one side of the couch and then the other. So violent were they in the finishing touches of their fucking, that at one point they almost fell from the couch. But, with the frame of mind that they both had at the moment, neither of them cared one way or the other. The only reality fro them at that moment was the reality of the burning juices that were being yanked from the very guts of them.
Barry's pecker was glistening wet by now, totally covered with the sticky boiling fuck juice both had deposited in Gloria's well-lubricated cunt. Gloria could feel the hot cum running out of her, trickling down the insides of her legs. It was beautiful. She had enjoyed screwing many times before, but for some reason, it seemed that she enjoyed fucking this time with Barry more than she usually did.
Panting harshly, Gloria could still feel Barry plunging his cock into her twat, although he had already spent the last ounce of his cum, but he seemed to be reluctant to give up screwing.
She didn't hurry him. The feeling of his rapidly shrinking prick still moving in her pussy felt good, and she was in no hurry to have it end.
The sound of applause coming from the bed brought both of them back to reality. Larry and Jennifer were looking at them, amused, but friendly smiles on their faces. Gloria was quick to notice that Larry's prick was semi-hard now, seeming to look around for another hole to fuck.
"Great," cheered Larry. "You two really put on quite a fuck show!"
"You didn't do so badly yourself, buddy," jeered Barry in return.
"Personally, I think we all did one hell of a good fucking job on each other," laughed Jennifer.
"Hear, hear!" shouted Larry. "Personally, I think you just like to screw."
"You better believe it, darling," joined in Gloria. "In fact, the best part about this whole deal is that we get to fuck all we want to, and at the same time make a little money! Besides, there has never been a man who walked out on us yet that didn't say that he got more than his money's worth."
"All right, all right," laughed Barry, "we're sold. Speaking for myself, I think that was one of the greatest and wildest fucks I've had in a long time. How about you, Larry?"
"Yeah, man," said Larry, "you girls, or at least you, Jennifer, are sure as hell one good fuck."
"What do you mean," Jennifer?" Gloria demanded. "I'll have you know that I can outfuck her any day of the week."
"Well, I don't know about that, baby. After all, I only auditioned Jennifer. Now, from what I could see, you were giving Barry a hell of a run for his money, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're the best fuck."
"Yes," joined in Jennifer, obviously just a little peeved by Gloria's remark that she could outfuck her. "Just whatever gave you the idea that you would outfuck me?"
"Hey, Larry shouted Barry, a big smile on his face. "Let's find out which one of them is the best fuck. We'll have a fucking contest. The rules will be simple. Which ever one of the girls can keep our cocks up the most and the longest, time after time, is the winner. As soon as one of them is unable to get our peckers hard, the other will have a chance to, and if she succeeds then she's the winner. How about it, girls? Are you game?"
"You're fucking right," yelled Jennifer, whose anger was obviously growing. "I'll fuck that Gloria until her twat wears out any minute of the day, and sixty times an hour!"
The last was shouted by Jennifer as a direct challenge, and Gloria, who in the beginning had only been kidding about who could fuck the best, found herself in the position of having to defend her fuck performance. Only too happy to mix business with pleasure, she quickly put on a show of righteousness, and accepted Jennifer's challenge.
"For shit's sake, Jennifer," Gloria laughed. "You're a great lay, but when it comes to fucking, you just aren't in my class. But since you have to be shown the hard way, I guess I'm just going to have to bring you to your knees. You take over Barry here, and I'll show Larry boy what a really good cunt feels like."
Pleased with the contest between the two lovely girls, Larry and Barry only smiled, smugly knowing that only they could come out the winners, no matter which of the two girls won.
The fuck contest was about to begin. On your mark, ready, set, FUCK!
CHAPTER THREE
Betty Albright lifted the corners of her mouth in a fixed smile and walked into the cocktail bar. She had stopped at her room, cleaned herself of Larry and her cum, and then hurried to the bar. She knew that the manager, Ken Jenkins would be looking for her. And, as she had expected, Mr. Jenkins, the hotel manager, was looking all over the large bar for her. He saw her come in, and instantly walked over to her.
"Just where in fuck have you been?" he demanded to know. Then, without waiting for an answer, he motioned for her to follow him into his office.
Angered, because she'd been caught more than by what Ken Jenkins had said, Betty followed. Out of the comer of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Larry coming into the bar. She was sure that he hadn't seen her.
Once in Mr. Jenkins' office, the big man marched directly to a large mahogany desk and seated himself behind it, leaving Betty standing obediently in front. Betty had played this scene before, and in her mind she could almost imagine all of it even before it began. Ken Jenkins would yell and scream at her for a little while, then demand to know where she had been hiding. Finally, he would end up trying to get his cock into her cunt.
"Betty," he began, then paused to clear his weak voice. "Betty," he repeated, this time with more vigor.
"Yes, Mr. Jenkins?" she felt obliged to question.
"Betty, I've tried repeatedly to get you to do your job properly and have always gone out of my way to show you every courtesy. All I've gotten in return is poor performance, and a definite showing of disrespect."
Betty didn't like the way this was going at all. He wasn't playing it according to the script. While the job she had at the hotel was crap, it was the only job she happened to have at the moment. She needed it.
Ken Jenkins went on.
"This apparel trade show is one of the biggest affairs that the hotel has had during the past year, and we are dedicated to performing our very best. We go out of our way to see to it that they have everything they want. They are, after all, by any measure, our largest clients. Now, I told you all this before the trade show started, and I had hoped that it would have taken hold. But obviously, it hasn't. I've spent the better part of an hour looking for you, and god only knows where you've been."
An uneasy feeling was steadily growing in the pit of Betty's belly. She really couldn't believe that the horny son of a bitch might actually can her, but from the looks of things, that was exactly what he was leading up to.
It made Betty mad. She had done a damn good job since she had been at the Paradise Hotel, and Jenkins knew it. It didn't really matter whether or not she'd left for an hour. Everyone was too busy getting acquainted with each other to really need her right then, anyway. No, that had nothing t Ken Jenkins had had hot pants for her since the first day she'd walked into his office. He had tried repeatedly to get to fuck with her, and she had always turned him down. Now it seemed that he had decided to get even with her by using her absence as a cheap trick to fire her.
"As I was saying," Ken Jenkins continued, more sure of himself now, "I won't ask you where you've been, or...." he paused meaningfully, "what you've been up to. Nonetheless, I feel that I have no choice left but to let you go. Under the circumstances, I feel that I've been more than fair."
So there it was. The fucking bastard had done it. Betty was just on the verge of saying something in her defense. Then she changed her mind and started to tell him off, when he went on.
"It will be rather hard to find someone to replace you on such short notice, but I've decided to give Ada Benson a chance."
As far as Betty was concerned, that was the last straw. Ada Benson was so incompetent that she couldn't flush a toilet without a book of instructions. The only possible qualifications the old bag had was that she was an ass sucker.
Betty didn't doubt for a moment that she had let Ken Jenkins know that she just might be willing to try a fuck in the bed with him, in exchange for a softer job than that of night cashier. Aware of the rules of the game now, and feeling secure in the knowledge that she was both smarter and better looking than Ada Benson, Betty allowed the slightest trace of a smile to touch her lips. She would play his little game with him. As much as she hated to, she would do it. After all, as lousy as this job was, it was the best job available in Miami, and she didn't want to go back North in the wintertime. "Well, Mr. Jenkins," she began, her voice containing just the right amount of humility, "I must admit that I'm sorry that this had to happen. After all, I guess I haven't thought about your problems. It is a shame, though, I mean, just when we were on the verge of getting to know each other better and all."
The sucker took the bait. She could see the glint in Jenkins' eyes all the way across the room. He half-rose from his desk chair, then, thinking better of it, and not wanting to lose what he considered to be his position of power, he sat down again.
"Exactly what did you mean about getting to know each other, Betty?"
Ken Jenkins was hooked, Betty was sure of that. All she had to do now was reel the fool in. Her smile deepened.
Casually, Betty seated herself. She made sure that just enough of her ample thighs were visible for his inspection, and at the same time, she pulled her shoulders back a little to give them a better view of her upthrust boobies.
"You know, Mr. Jenkins," she stammered, trying desperately not to laugh out loud. Her gaze lowered to the floor.
"Kenneth. Call me Ken, er, that is, if you want to. After all," he paused, laughing nervously, "after all, we have been rather close. Haven't we?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. ... "er, I mean, Ken," Betty breathed. "We have been. And I felt that I was learning so much from you. You are a very intelligent man."
The flattery in addition to the revealing flashes of her attractive white flesh, was having its effect. Betty could hear his breathing deepen, and a slight prick bulging was beginning to show in the front of his pants.
Fuck, Betty thought to herself, this son of a bitch has really got hot pants for my pussy.
"Well, I'm very happy to hear you say that, Betty. Naturally, I'm pleased. I must admit, however, that you haven't seemed to take much notice. After all, I have tried on several occasions to suggest that perhaps we might become, shall we say, better friends." He paused, then hurried on. "Each time I suggested it, it seemed to me that you weren't too keen on the idea." With that he stopped for a moment to gauge her reaction.
"Well, Kenny, after all, a girl has to think about her reputation. I mean, a girl doesn't like to give the impression that she's an easy make or anything, does she? You understand, don't you?" Smiling broadly now, Kenneth Jenkins stood up from his seat and walked around the desk. He was sure that he had Betty where he wanted her, and was reveling in his triumph.
"Of course, Betty, my dear. I understand perfectly. I should have realized it sooner. You're not the type to go with just any man. That's why you were hired for the job in the first place. You have all the necessary physical beauty, but at the same time, you have a sort of reserved character that tells the boys they can look, but not touch. Of course, I'm not exactly in the same class as one of the boys, am I?"
"No, Kenny, you're not," answered Betty, hoping that he wouldn't catch the double meaning.
Ken's hand reached out and cupped one of her huge upthrust titties, gently squeezing it. Betty decided that this was the time to play her trump card. She was sure that she had firmly enough hooked so that he wouldn't manage to wiggle away.
Pulling herself gently away, Betty put her hand on his, holding it so that he couldn't get another feel. The desperation in his voice betrayed the deep fuck need he had for her twat.
"But you just said that we...." he stammered.
"Please, Kenny. As I just said, it is truly unfortunate that we have to part just when we were beginning to get to know each other. But since we won't be working together any longer, I guess anything like that will just be impossible. Won't it?"
"Not working together?" he uttered questioningly. "What do you mean?"
"What about Ada Benson?" asked Betty innocently.
"Oh, that," he said, obviously relieved. "Well, we can take care of that easily enough. After all, as nice a girl as Ada Benson is, she just doesn't have your class. I'm sure that now that I understand you a little better, we will be good friends. Right?"
Again his hand reached out and he grasped Betty's titty. He became visibly excited when he felt her huge nipple and realized that it was erect and pointed. It was the first time he had ever managed to get that close to Betty and he was sweating profusely.
Sure that she had gotten what she wanted, Betty allowed him to feel her tit up a little. After all, that wasn't such a high price to pay in exchange for holding onto her job. At least she would have it for a little while longer. She could go to the agency first thing after the trade show was over. She would have to take what they had to offer, she realized, but she needed the job very badly, especially right now, Feeling that she'd allowed him to have enough of a titty feel, or at least enough to hold him still for the rest of the night, Betty made a slight effort to disengage his hand. He held firm. She increased her efforts, but he only smiled at her.
"Kenny," she began. "Don't you think we should go outside and take care of the guests? I mean, after all, this is the biggest convention of the year."
"They'll wait for a little while," he leered lewdly back at her.
"Oh, but someone might come in," she protested.
"There's no big problem. I'll just lock the door."
"But, Kenny...."
The intensity with which Ken Jenkins was pulling her booby became stronger and the look in his eye clearly told her that she wasn't about to get away that easily this time. He was bound and determined to get some of her cunny if it was the last thing he did.
Right at that moment, he didn't give a damn about the convention, the other employees, his bosses, or anything else. He only wanted to fuck her. She was trapped and there was nothing she could do about it. If she wanted to hold onto her job, she would have to go along with him, and let him screw her.
"All right. If you say so, Kenny." she sighed with deep resignation. She steeled herself for the inevitable. There was nothing she could do about it and she might as well make the best of it.
"This is what you want, isn't it, Betty?" Kenny asked.
"Of course it is, Kenny. It's just that I'm a little concerned, in case something went wrong. You know, someone walking in, or wanting something, or something like that. But," she paused to smile, "if that's what you want...." She let it trail off.
"I'll lock the door," Ken hotly answered.
After quickly locking the door, Kenny returned to where Betty was sitting. Quickly his hand went to the buttons on her blouse. Slowly he unbuttoned them, one by one, until her blouse hung open.
Betty's large knockers were exposed, covered only by the lacy bra she was wearing. Even that was inadequate to completely cover them. Betty had always been proud of her titties. They were one of her best assets, and she knew it.
Kenny's breathing, now so labored that it appeared hoarse, came to Betty loudly. She detested what was happening, but was also aware that they would do it anyway. There was no way out of it. Her feelings at that moment were the sooner she got the fuck over with, the better.
She heard the sounds of a zipper being operated and turned her attention back to Kenny. He was unzipping his trousers, and was reaching through the fly when he noticed that Betty was watching.
"You take it out," he breathed lustily.
In spite of herself, Betty felt the familiar stirrings within her cunt. She was becoming a little excited. Slowly she reached her hand into the opening, and almost immediately came in contact with Kenny's hard prick. It wasn't as huge as she might have wanted, but, nonetheless, it couldn't have been described as exactly small, either.
"Take out my cock," Kenny said.
Betty did as she was told. At first she had a little difficulty getting out his prick past his boxer shorts, but once she had his dong pulled out, she found herself looking almost directly at its purple, blood-gorged prick head. The stirrings within her twat increased, and she could feel the vessels in her belly beginning to throb. In spite of any revulsion she might feel for the man, he had a prick, and it wasn't exactly the ugliest thing she had ever seen in her life.
"Oh, Betty," Kenny moaned, "I've always wanted this to happen. If you only knew how much I've wanted you. Suck my cock, Betty. Suck!"
"All right, Kenny," Betty answered, her own voice now having taken a slight lustiness to its tone.
Betty moved her head forward slightly and could feel the warmth emitting from the head of Kenny's prick. She opened her mouth greedily and let his dong slip past her lips. The familiar lemony taste came through to her immediately, and the vessels in her belly began throbbing even more. She was losing control over her emotions, she knew. That was what always happened. Betty couldn't help it.
"Oh," moaned Kenny, as she touched the head of his throbbing pecker with the tip of her tongue.
Betty let still more of his prick penetrate into her mouth, until she could feel the head of it touching the very back of her throat.
Kenny's horny moans increased, they were loud and lusty sounding. Betty's main concern now was that he would shoot off his cum too soon, depriving her of some of her fuck pleasure.
Kenny had one hand on the top of her head, helping to rhythmically move her head back and forth on his fuck-pole, and the other hand had found its way into the cup of her bra and was toying with the huge, erect nipple it had found there. The combined effect of the hard prick in her mouth, and Kenny playing with her super-sensitive nipple, had brought Betty to a high peak of passion.
Aware that her sucking of his cock would no doubt soon make Kenny shoot his cum, and not being willing at this point to have it end so quickly, Betty withdrew the already throbbing pecker from her mouth and looked up at Kenny's face.
Kenny's eyes were shut tight, and his head was tilted back slightly. When she had pulled his cock from its warm resting place, he had frantically tried to push her head back into his blood-gorged prick. Finding he couldn't do this, he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Betty.
Betty's face was flushed and red. She was hot, made so by the mere thought of having some kind of satisfying fucking. She looked up at the man, who only a short time before would have been her last choice as a screwing partner, with a sort of pleading in her eyes. She needed to be fucked, she needed to be fucked badly.
"Why did you stop?" Kenny asked hoarsely.
"Oh, please, couldn't we just screw?" Betty stammered.
Kenny smiled at her. He was flattered. The bitch actually wanted him to fuck her. Maybe he had been wrong about her all along. She was certainly a hot little number. The way she had been sucking his prick had almost made him cum. But the thought of getting between her beautiful legs and sinking his prick deep into her cunt seemed more inviting.
Pulling away from her, Kenny pulled her to her feet and led her over to the couch. Quickly, with both of them working together, they both stood naked. Betty, her body beautiful and sensuous, contrasted sharply to Kenny. About the only thing sexy she could find about him was the hard cock that was sticking suggestively out of his loins.
Overcome with fuck desire, Betty quickly dropped to her knees and popped the dong into her mouth again. Kenny groaned a loud moan, both of his hands going to her head. If she kept that up for very long, he would shoot off his cum for sure.
But this wasn't what Betty had in mind, so after only a few fast sucks, she surrendered the tasty pecker and stood up again.
For the first time, able to look at her in all her naked sensuality, Kenny was, at first, overcome. Her large boobies jutted out beautifully, the nipples pointing directly at him. The smoothness of her torso tapered into a slender waist, set above voluptuous hips. Her legs were a study of slender shapely beauty.
The red patch of pussy hair around her cunt was the most inviting he had ever seen. Kenny had know that Betty was a beautiful and sensual woman, but even he hadn't been prepared for the total beauty that presented itself to him.
Betty's breathing was coming hard now. She was completely aroused and horny. Even if this man wasn't what she really wanted, nonetheless, he had a prick, and he thought that he knew how fuck with it. At least, she hoped so. Reaching out, she grasped him by the upper arms and pulled him down onto the couch with her. Kenny gladly complied. He could hardly contain himself, wanting to fuck this beautiful goddess' cunt more than anything in the world.
"Oh, Betty, dear," he groaned as he lay fully upon her.
"Yes, Kenny, yes," she replied. She was anxious now only to feel his prick fucking into her pussy. Nothing else mattered at that moment.
Quickly Betty helped to position her legs and grasped his pecker in an attempt to guide it into her fuck-hole. She could tell from the way he followed her head that she was going to have to be the aggressive one in the fuck-action if she was to receive any satisfaction at all.
Kenny, for his part, was perfectly willing to let Betty do as she wished with him. He was already so overcome with desire that all he could think of was shooting his sperm load.
At the first contact with the hot wetness of Betty's pussy, the head of his prick had almost succeeded in making him cum. He had never before felt anything so wonderfully, velvety smooth, and warm. It was pure pleasure.
The deeper his pecker sank into Betty's cunny, the harder he found it to restrain himself without ceasing all movement. It almost seemed as if Betty's pussy had a separate life of its own, with life forces within it pulling and tugging frantically at his poor dong.
The deep moaning sounds that were coming from Betty didn't help, either. They were pushing him further and further over the brink of sexual abandon. He knew that it wouldn't be long before he would spurt his cum. There was no power on the face of the earth that could hold him back any longer.
Betty had managed to lose herself in the profound sweetness of the fucking she was getting from Kenny's cock. While it wasn't the deep-filling depth that she enjoyed the most, nonetheless it was prick....hard, hot, fucking, and delicious.
At last she felt Kenny's balls slap against her asscheeks. Betty felt a sinking disappointment at the realization that that was all the prick she could expect, but once Kenny had withdrawn a little, then plunged his dong back into her, there was enough sensation to make her feel that she would get something out of it after all. That is, if she could make him hold off his cum long enough. And from the way he was fucking and panting above her, she knew that she would have trouble holding him back.
Kenny, on the other hand, didn't care one way or the other. Betty's twat was the most exciting, terrific cunt he had ever had. The wonderful warmth and softness of it was something that amazed him. Each time he would withdraw his cock, the muscles of Betty's pussy would tighten furiously. The effect was like having his prick milked.
As Kenny would plunge back into her, she would open her pussy wide, giving him a clear shot at her and allowing his prick to sink in as far as possible. Then Kenny could feel his balls bounce against her asscheeks each time he rammed his dong in her twat, and this only served to heighten his sex pleasure. It also helped to bring about his climax.
After only six prick thrusts, Kenny felt the tell-tale signs of his juice explosion nearing. The sensations on the head of his prick became twenty times more acute than normal. He felt the shaft of his pecker begin to enlarge, and the contractions in his belly all seemed to take flight at once. Mumbling roans and moans began coming from his mouth.
"Oh, ooh, ugh!" he moaned.
"Wait, Kenny," Betty pleaded. At the same time, she tightened the grip of his waist, in hopes of slowing him down.
"I can't, I can't," he wailed.
"Please, Kenny. Please. Just wait a little more. I'm almost ready to cum. Just wait a little more."
"I'll try," he grunted. The next plunge into her warm pussy proved to be too much and he felt his prick juice begin to boil over. The first spurt had already begun its short journey to the eye of his cock.
"No, Kenny!" yelled Betty. But it was too late.
"I can't," Kenny stammered. Then the first cum shot exploded from the end of his pecker and washed into the writhing heat of Betty's pussy.
In a desperate effort to get off her own orgasm, Betty began throwing herself up to meet his frantic downward thrusts with renewed fury. She was desperate. She was so close to cuming, and yet so far. The fucking bastard had brought her almost to the point of shooting and now he was going to heave her without a cum.
Kenny did his best to make Betty have her orgasm. Each time she would shove her twat upward, he would ram his cock down as hard as he could. His own cum juices were spurting freely into her cunny, and there was nothing whatever he could do to control them. He had reached his peak, there was no turning back.
Betty could feel the hot sperm fluid spurting into her gash now. The bastard had shot his cum. He was through. If for only a little while she could keep him screwing, maybe she could make it, too. She had to make it. She just had to make it.
The two of them were fucking up and down on the couch so hard now that they almost fell off. But neither cared, or even realized it, for that matter. They were both too far gone, Kenny was already shooting his load deep into the inner twat flesh of Betty's pussy and Betty was doing her best to reach her orgasm before Kenny had finally shot off all his load. So involved were they in screwing that they didn't realize the terrific noise they were making.
But someone realized it. That someone was Ada Benson.
Ada was really a peeping Ada. One wall of Mr. Jenkins' office connected to the accounting room and there was a small opening in the wall through which the cash boxed could be handed. This opening was covered with a small sliding door, usually kept tightly closed and locked. This time, however, the little door had been left slightly open, just enough so that a person could peep through if he wanted to.
Ada Benson really hadn't planned on looking in, but the sounds coming from Mr. Jenkins' office had been so unmistakable that she just couldn't resist. Besides, she was on a coffee break, and there was absolutely no chance that anyone might walk in and catch her. All the employees took their coffee breaks one at a time, and there just weren't enough of them to go around so that two could go at the same time.
Also, Mr. Jenkins had mentioned to her about the head hostesses' job, after, of course, taking a feel of her titty. Ada hadn't minded the feel. That had been happening to her every time she had worked in a hotel. And the thought of getting a better job, with more money, certainly appealed to her. She knew that there would be the little matter of having to fuck Mr. Jenkins whenever he wanted it, but that part didn't bother her. In fact, it kind of intrigued her.
Ada also knew that Mr. Jenkins had had hot pants for that snotty Betty Albright ever since she had been there. But Ada was sure that he had never managed to get in Betty's pussy.
If she was going to get the job of head hostess, that had to mean that Bettina Albright was going to get her ass bounced. That didn't exactly make her unhappy, either. Ada had never liked Betty. There was just something about her that irritated Ada, Betty seemed to have such a superior attitude about her, especially when she was dealing with the hotel employees.
The sounds she had heard coming from Mr. Jenkins' office had been unmistakable. Someone was getting fucked. Curiosity got the better of her, and she bent down to peek through the narrow opening.
At once she was able to see almost the entire room, and in particular the couch. As she had looked through, she had seen both Mr. Jenkins and Betty getting undressed hurriedly.
Next she had seen Betty kneel down and put Mr. Jenkins' prick into her mouth and suck on it. She had been so shocked at what she had seen that Ada could only stare.
At first she couldn't believe it. then they had lain down on the couch and Betty had guided Mr. Jenkins' pecker into her pussy. From the angle that Ada was, she had a perfect view of Betty's cunny, and Mr. Jenkins' prick fucking into it. She felt herself going weak all over.
Ada had been munching on a carrot stalk with her coffee. Carrots were one of the foods that she liked the most, especially since she could eat as much of it as she wanted to and at the same time not have to worry about getting fat.
Ada had no more than taken a small bite when she had become aware of the noise coming from the other room. The carrot was still in her hand.
As she continued to watch the fuck action from her hidden watching spot, Ada began to get hotter and hotter. Basically she was a very hot, passionate person, anyway. The sight of Betty and Kenny madly fucking away almost drove Ada into a frenzy.
Almost without thinking, her free hand found its way under her mini skirt and was soon gently massaging her clitty. Her panties were sheer and it wasn't difficult to rub through them. Soon she could feel the pussy juice beginning to gather through the panty crotch.
With a practiced hand, she shoved aside the material and was soon rubbing the enlarged clitty directly. A low moan escaped her.
Then she remembered the carrot stick in her other hand. Without the slightest hesitation, she pulled her skirt higher and managed to take her eyes from the fucking scene in front of her long enough to guide the long carrot into the blood gorged, throbbing mass that was her pussy.
It was the first time she had ever used a carrot to fuck herself. Mainly it was because Ada had never thought of using it before. But that happened to be the best thing handy at the moment, and besides, even if it had been a ball-point pen, she would have fucked it in her twat.
As the cold, stiff object penetrated deeper and deeper into her pussy, Ada was surprised to find that it felt very good. Its length was perfect for her, and although she would have preferred that it had been a little thicker and hotter, it still felt great. Then she hit upon the idea of turning it around so that the large round head went in first.
As the large stump end of the carrot went into her cunny, Ada couldn't help the moan that escaped from her. Much to her surprise, especially now that it had been warmed up a little, the carrot stalk, with the large end going in first, felt almost exactly like a fake cock.
Roughly she shoved the entire thing into her. At first there was a brief pang of pain. This was followed by a warm, satisfying feeling. Her breath was coming harder now.
The dummy prick firmly placed in her twat, Ada returned to gaze through her peep hole at the screw action still taking place in the other room.
She could barely make out some of the conversation. Mr. Jenkins obviously was shooting his cum load into Betty, and Betty was begging him to try and hold off so she could cum, too.
The frantic fucking of the bodies in her view only added fuel to the already smoldering fires within Ada's pussy. She was shoving the carrot stalk in and out of her cunny as fast as she could now. Her legs were spread as wide as she could possibly get them. But still, she wanted to shove the carrot deeper into her twat hole.
Eyeing a chair nearby, Ada grabbed it quickly and raised one of her legs up onto it. This gave her much better access to her now wildly writhing pussy. She rammed the fake cock as far up her as it would go. Her eyes squeezed tight. It won't take much more of this carrot fuck to make her cum, she knew.
Opening her eyes, Ada again looked into the other room. Betty was shoving herself up to Mr. Jenkins as if her very life depended on it. As much as Ada disliked the other girl, she couldn't help feeling some sort of comradeship with her at that moment. She, too, had too often know the utter frustration and disappointment of not shooting her own cum and she hoped the other girl would make it in time.
Just then, she saw Betty arch her back strangely. She recognized that movement. She, herself, could feel her own cunt beginning to tighten. Betty was getting ready to shoot her cum. The strangled cry of pleasure Ada heard the girl moan out, gave further proof that Betty was having an orgasm.
Howie, the bellboy, frequently took his breaks in the employee's lounge. He really wasn't supposed to, but Howie had been with the hotel long enough so that he could get away with many things the other bellboys couldn't. Besides, most of the female employees liked him very much. He was always willing to do things for them, and on more than one occasion had brought down a bottle of liquor, or vase full of flowers that some guest had left. Once he had given one of the girls a rather expensive necklace that had been left by a careless woman guest. Consequently, no one ever said anything to Howie about taking his breaks in the lounge.
It was also rumored that Howie had a thing for one of the girls. Howie himself made no secret of the fact that he liked Ada Benson, and had on one occasion asked her for a date. At first she had said no, but later when he had asked her again, she had indicated that she would think about it. Howie had gotten the definite impression that she would think about it favorably.
When Howie had opened the door to the lounge, he hadn't been particularly quiet about it. But, being so engrossed in what was going on in the other room, plus what she was doing to herself, Ada Benson wouldn't have noticed it if the hotel was on fire.
It was a startled Howie who came into the employee's lounge. He saw Ada standing, or rather bending over near the wall. At first he couldn't tell what she was doing, but after watching the rapid movement of her hand for just a moment, Howie became aware that Ada was fucking herself with some object. Also, he saw that she was watching something in the other room that seemed to be having one hell of a stimulating effect on her.
Being turned on to the rather attractive girl in the first place, and seeing what she was doing to her pussy, Howie got a huge erection almost at once.
Carefully, he eased the door shut, making sure that the lock was on. He didn't want anyone to walk in on what he hoped would happen. Next, he unzipped his pants and took out his already hard prick. Then, being very careful not to make any noise, he moved toward Ada Benson.
Ada still hadn't become aware that Howie was in the room. He stopped for a moment when she reached for a chair, and his hard cock kept stretching as she put her foot upon the chair. Howie saw that she was fucking herself with a carrot.
At the same time, more of her nylon encased legs became visible to him. This made him even hotter. One thing that Ada had was lovely looking legs. He was glad to see that she was wearing a garter belt.
Howie positioned himself directly behind her. He had become so excited by her fucking the carrot into her twat that he had forgotten where he was, that there were thousands of people about. He reached his hand up under the back of Ada's skirt, and felt her lovely asscheeks.
As he touched her bouncy ass, Ada gave a start. Then, when she became fully aware that there was someone in the room with her, she turned quickly around. Her face was flushed red and she could only stare at Howie.
Quickly her eyes took in the scene. There stood Howie, his pants unzipped and his hard prick protruding from them. His face was also flushed, but from excitement; not embarrassment. Ada Benson knew he had seen everything.
At first she toyed with the idea of pretending to be indignant. But even in her confused state, she realized how comical that would be. After all, Howie had seen her fucking herself with the carrot. How the hell could she get indignant over his standing behind her with a hard prick sticking out of his pants.
Besides, she still hadn't quite reached her orgasm. The sight of the hot, hard pecker was very inviting. She had thought about Howie ever since he had asked her out.
She had wondered, in fact, what kind of a fuck he would be. The only reason she had hesitated about going out with him in the first place, had been because she was angling for the head hostess's job. To get that job, she needed Mr. Jenkins.
But now all that was all over. What she had just seen in the other room clearly told the story. Betty had finally decided to let Ken fuck her, and that meant that she would wind up keeping her job.
In the meantime, she was hot as hell, and there stood a man with a beautifully hard prick.
What more could she want?
Recovering herself quickly, she pulled her skirt even higher. That was all Howie needed to see. Regardless of the situation, he had found her in, he had still had a slight doubt about what she would do. Now that doubt was gone.
Without any hesitation, Howie helped her raise the skirt high enough so that he could pull down her panties.
It took only a second before the brief, skimpy nylon was lying in a heap on the floor. The curly hair of Ada's pussy was fully exposed. The carrot was still sticking out of her twat, most of it in her fuck-hole.
Smiling, Howie reached for the carrot.
"I don't think you'll be needing that device now," said Howie, his voice husky with lust.
Ada, unable to speak, could only nod her head in agreement. She was sure that she wouldn't be needing the carrot anymore, at least not for right now. Not with hard, hot prick to replace it, she wouldn't need it. All she could hope now was that Howie wasn't one-two-cum man.
Ada stood, her skirt up around her hips, her legs wide apart, her brown pussy fully exposed, breathing labored, waiting. Silently she vowed that if Howie proved to be a quick, shoot-off artist, she would make him eat that god damned carrot.
Howie moved towards her, his prick hard and large. He felt his pecker throbbing painfully with anticipation. He had waited a long time for a chance to fuck Ada, and now he had it. He could almost feel the hot warmth of her cunny folding around his fuck-pole.
Raising one leg slightly, Ada grasped his dong and pulled him towards her. Using his whang like a handle, she aimed it at her fuck-hole. Willingly, Howie followed her directions.
As he moved forward, he thrust out one hand and cupped her titty. The soft flesh sent shivers of pleasure throughout him.
Baby, am I ever hot for this cunt, he thought to himself.
Howie felt the head of his pecker touch the delicate warmth of the lips of Ada's pussy. His excitement increased. He pushed his hips forward slightly in an effort to thrust his prick in her twat. The sudden movement almost knocked Ada off her feet.
Quickly Ada reached out and grasped Howie by the shoulders in an attempt to keep from falling. This caused Howie to fall a little, and both of them fell against the table. It couldn't have put them in a more advantageous position.
Ada was now half leaning, half standing, with her back resting against the table. The position also let her hips thrust out seductively, giving Howie a clear entrance to her fuck-hole.
With his first cock thrust, Howie had succeeded in ramming into Ada's pussy with the head of his wildly throbbing cock. Now he thrust forward again and still more of the hot prick disappeared into the flooding hole. A low moan of horny lust came from Ada's mouth as she simultaneously tried to push her own sexy hips forward to accommodate his dick.
Withdrawing slightly, Howie once again rammed his prick forward, and was rewarded by feeling still more of his pecker lovingly gulped up by Ada's hungry fuck-hole. The feeling was delicious.
Secure in her fucking position, Ada lifted one leg and wrapped it around Howie's middle. This gave him still more access to her writhing cunt. She felt that she would feel her boiling cum rushing out of her at any moment.
She had already been adequately prepared by the fuck session she had witnessed in the other room, plus her screwing carrot. All that was needed now was Howie's prick to fuck her furiously for a few seconds and she would shoot her cum.
Howie was now wildly fucking away in Ada's twat. His huge prick glistened with the wetness of her pussy. The wonderful stimulation the head of his cock was experiencing with each frantic fuck lunge was rapidly pushing him toward shooting his cum load and he was in seventh heaven.
Ada felt the first clue that her own orgasm was upon her. Her hands went around Howie's back and she began pulling him towards her. She would screw roughly into him each time he would fuck at her. The fire within her cunt now grew to a blazing inferno and she felt her cum begin to reach its boiling point. The tidal wave that would announce her cum release was almost upon her.
Howie felt his balls tighten painfully. His climax would come gushing out of his prickhead in a second or town, he knew. Nonetheless, he fought valiantly to hold it back a little longer. He wanted so much to savor the fullness and sweetness of Ada's cunt a little while longer.
But the urgent fuck movements that Ada was making were to deny him this, for they were making him hotter and bringing up the boiling cum through his long cock shaft. The added heat, plus the excited little cries that Ada was uttering, were more than he could control. His cum surged forth in great gobs, then he just let it spurt out of his huge pipe. The hot prick juice was even now rushing headlong through the huge pecker, seeking the softness of the depths of Ada's pussy.
Just then, Ada gasped and grunted and shot off her orgasm. Her own twat juices began to seep through the tortured walls of her cunny, seeking frantically to mingle with the bitter-sweet male sperm.
The first onrushing gush caught her by surprise and she could only stiffen defensively. She arched her back as sharply as possible. She felt Howie slam into her. His prick had grown a little in size, she could tell, and she realized that he, to, had just reached his climax.
At just that moment, she felt his scalding cum spurt into her inner twat depths. It was so good, his sperm felt so delicious.
As stream after stream of his hot, sticky semen rushed from his huge bull's balls, Howie grasped Ada about the hips and held on for dear life. He fucked at her twat repeatedly, each time trying desperately to lunge his huge prick deeper into her pussy.
Ada responded by giving him as much help as possible. She would open her cunny to him each time she felt him moving forward, then tighten her inner twat muscles when he had finally shot off his steaming load. She would hold herself tight as he tried to withdraw for another screw at her, thereby milking the head of his prick each time. The effects on Howie were fantastic.
They were both cuming together, and Ada and Howie fell against the table in a mass of fucking, plunging, twisting, fighting, snarling, gasping screw machines.
"Now! Fuck me now, Howie!" Ada managed to gasp.
"Yes, lover," Howie answered in a choked voice.
"Deeper, Howie fuck me deeper," Ada again begged him, punctuating her pleas with a sharp, vicious lunge forward.
"I'm trying, lover. Oh!" moaned Howie.
"Oh, you're such a great fucker, Howie!" she said.
"I feel like I'm going to explode," he answered.
Unable to talk, they both slammed themselves together repeatedly, savoring the beautiful moment of bliss for as long as it would last. There was no doubt in the minds of either that they would fuck again. In fact, once they had had time to think about it, they would know that they would fuck again and again. It had been a wonderful experience for both of them.
The last final spurt of cum juice escaped from both of them and they remained standing, lightly leaning, against the table, their breathing deep and painful. It was quite some time before either of them woke up to reality.
At last Ada, becoming conscious of being in the hotel, pulled herself together and moved slightly. This movement also brought Hoqiw back to reality, and he acted quickly.
As Howie pulled his now limp prick from the wonderfully warm and inviting fuck-hole that had just given him so much pleasure, he couldn't help uttering a light moan. Ada heard it and smiled at him.
After that, neither of them could look at the other for a moment or two. The embarrassment after the fact was too acute for them to overcome at once.
At last Howie screwed up his courage and looked at Ada. Her head was tilted slightly downward, and she appeared to be in some sort of despair over what they had done.
"Ada, I'm sorry," Howie mumbled. The words were enough to break the tension. At the sound of his low voice, Ada looked up and saw him for what seemed to be the first time. His pecker was still sticking out of his pants, hanging limply now.
"It's okay, Howie," she soothed him.
"Good," he replied, the relief showing in his voice.
"I wanted to get fucked as much as you did," she said.
"I know," he answered again, the confidence returning to his voice. He remembered the carrot fucking session that had greeted him when he had first entered the room. The remembrance of Ada standing at the peephole, pushing the carrot in and out of her cunny frantically, gave him back his sense of proportion. There was absolutely no reason for him to feel embarrassed. What he should feel was a sense of having done a fuck-job that needed doing, even if he had enjoyed doing it immensely. He had given her one hell of a fucking.
Then his curiosity got the better of him. He couldn't help wondering what it had been that Ada had been watching. What was it that had gotten her so hot and horny that she had fucked herself with the carrot?
Ada was reaching for her tiny bikini panties then, after first having wadded up a paper napkin and positioned it between her legs to catch the overflowing cum. Howie watched her with growing interest as she stepped into the flimsy nylon.
There was once more the familiar stirrings within his balls. Hot twat, he thought to himself, she was one hot hell of a good piece of cunny. She really liked to fuck.
She really liked to fuck.
After finishing arranging herself, pulling her skirt back into position, and straightening her blouse, Ada Benson turned to the mirror on the wall and examined her make up. As she was busy repairing her makeup, she casually examined Howie's face in the mirror.
Ada had enjoyed her fuck. Howie had a prick on him that was absolutely marvelous, so big and long. He had already caught her in the act of fucking her pussy with a carrot, and therefore couldn't think any the less of her for her deep sexual urges that sometimes boiled over.
The memory of her masturbation, however, brought back thoughts of what had been going on in Ken Jenkins' office. The room was quite now, with no sound coming through the thin walls. Ada couldn't help wondering if the occupants of the other room might have heard her and Howie during their fuck session. For some reason, she doubted it seriously, since they really hadn't made that much noise. But on the other hand, she decided to try to get rid of Howie as fast as possible, so that she could take another peek to see if they were still fucking.
As she picked up the forgotten cup of coffee, Howie produced a pack of cigarettes and offered her one. After she had taken it, he lit it and lit one for himself. The room was quiet then, except for the barely audible sounds of the two of them exhaling smoke from time to time. At last, Howie broke the rather awkward silence.
"That was really a terrific fuck."
The use of the crude word "fuck" at first surprised Ada, then angered her a little. What the hell did he think she was, some kind of whore?
"Don't say such things to me," Ada snapped.
"Don't say such things...." Howie began, "Just what in the hell is that supposed to mean? What are you, anyway, some kind of a princess?"
There was a trace of anger in Howie's voice also. One thing Howie disliked intensely was for some cunt to take on airs. After all, a cunt was a cunt. All their cunnies smelled the same.
"If you can't keep a civil tongue in your head, Howie, then I suggest you leave. At once!"
"Fuck you, too," he snapped.
"You just did," Ada replied, unable to restrain herself from the humor in what he had said.
That was enough to again break the steadily building tension. Ada had decided that perhaps she was being a little unreasonable. After all, Howie had just given her one of the best fucks of her!
"Sorry, Ada," Howie apologized.
"Forget it. I guess maybe we were both a little on edge. After all, it did happen rather unexpectedly."
"Yes," said Howie, a slight gleam coming to his eye, as he remembered the heat of the moment before.
"I don't suppose it's necessary to ask you not to say anything about this to anyone, is it?"
"You know better than that, lover," Howie said, a hurt tone creeping into his voice. "Everyone knows that I never say anything about anything that goes on in this hotel. Why, if I should tell about the things...."
Ada cut him off. Someone was rattling the doorknob. She hadn't known that Howie had locked it. Now she was genuinely glad that he had. The mere thought of someone walking in on them in the situation they had been in frightened her. The scandal at the hotel would have been intolerable.
Cautioning Howie to remain silent, she moved quickly to the door. She could faintly hear the voice of Barbara, another of the female employees, calling through the door. She was surprised to find that the door was that thick. This reassured her that even if someone had come to the door while she and Howie had been fucking they couldn't have heard what was going on from the other side.
Motioning for Howie to be seated, Ada quickly turned the lock and opened the door. The round pleasant face of the hefty Barbara greeted her questioningly.
"We thought we heard someone pounding on the door," Ada lied. "It must have been locked when Howie slammed it."
"Yes," Howie joined in. "I had a bit of a fight with one of the guests in the bar and I was a little angry. I guess maybe I let off a little steam by slamming and locking the door. I'm sorry."
This explanation seemed to satisfy Barbara. She wasn't exactly the brightest girl working at the hotel to begin with.
Besides, she liked both Ada and Howie. She had often hoped that Ada might be destined to get together. She had even had fantasies about them getting married and having children like Barbara and her husband.
Everyone at the hotel liked Barbara. She was the picture of the average, working housewife, given to the problem of being perpetually overweight, but without an ounce of animosity in her entire body. No one would have ever thought that Barbara would say an unkind word about anyone at the hotel, or anywhere else, for that matter.
Consequently, neither Ada nor Howie were particularly worried about her having found them alone with the door locked. Their lie had apparently satisfied any curiosity she might have had, and she promptly settled down to enjoying her coffee.
It suddenly occurred to Ada that this was very unusual. There was never more than one girl on a coffee break at once. She asked Barbara about it.
"Oh, that nice Bettina Albright came by and asked me if I would like to take my break a little early. She said she would fill in for me. Oh, by the way, she told me to tell you to relieve her when your break was over."
"Thanks, answered Ada, her mind racing a mile a minute.
So Betty was finished with her fuck session? She wanted to relieve her when she was through? Ada couldn't help wondering then what it might mean. After all, she didn't exactly know for sure whether or now Howie and she had been observed.
It didn't really matter, since the only people who could have seen them were Mr. Jenkins and Betty. And hadn't she seen the two of them fucking together? Still, it worried her a little.
Finishing her coffee quickly, she rose and started to the door. Howie caught her eye and winked, indicating that he would be around to see her later. She smiled back and opened the door. She was in a hurry now.
As she left the room, she could hear Barbara talking to Howie.
"Now, Howie," she was saying, "you really shouldn't let the guests get to you like that!"
Ada Benson breathed a quick sight and closed the door.
CHAPTER FOUR
Upstairs in Suite 10010, another fuck session was taking place, and winner was going to take all, that is, if she could manage to take all of Larry Kent's pecker. At that moment, Larry was driving his prick viciously into Gloria's shithole. When he heard Gloria's deep moan, it only made him screw harder. He rammed forward, feeling his whang sink deeper into the "Oh! Not so hard!" yelped Gloria.
"What's the matter, Gloria?" chided Jennifer. "Barry here fucked my ass like that and I didn't cry about it."
"Yes, but his prick isn't as big as Larry's, either," said Gloria, wincing again as Larry plunged forward.
"Chicken shit!" retorted Jennifer. "You're just trying to chicken out."
"Yeah? Well, how about it if he fucks you in the ass next? How about that?"
"That's all right with me," answered Jennifer, although some of the cockiness had left her voice. It was true that Larry's prick was larger than Barry's. It wasn't that much larger, but when a girl was taking it in the ass, even an extra inch felt like a mile.
She really didn't think she had to worry, though. They had been screwing the two men pretty good for the last couple of hours. So far, both Larry and Barry had cum four times, and Barry, at least, was showing signs of slowing down.
But Larry seemed to be going strong.
Jennifer had just finished letting Barry fuck her in the shithole while the other two watched. Now it was Gloria's turn. That's the way they had been going, first one and then the other.
To start it off, Gloria had sucked Larry's prick, It had taken her over twenty minutes to make him cum, and when he had, he almost succeeded in choking her with his cock juice. But Gloria had swallowed it all, and then it had been Jennifer's turn.
She had sucked Barry's prick and it hadn't taken long before she felt the hot, sticky sperm running down her throat. The fact that she had been able to make him cum faster than Gloria had been able to make Larry cum, made her feel that she was ahead in the fucking contest.
They had traded partners then, and after a brief time out to refresh themselves with a stiff drink, it had been Jennifer's turn again. With the drink to strengthen her, and the knowledge that all she had to do was make Barry shoot off again, Gloria had moved to the task willingly.
Besides, she felt confident that Jennifer would have much more trouble getting Larry to get his rocks off again that she would have with Barry.
It had taken only a minute for them to decide what they would do next. Barry commented on the beautiful ass that Gloria had, then expressed a desire to fuck her doggy style. Gloria had readily agreed, since that was one position she really liked.
Jennifer had gone along with the plan, too, but not for the same reason. She also knew that Gloria couldn't stand being fucked in the asshole. She didn't think it would be too much trouble to bring the next round around to that. And the best part about it would be that Gloria would have to take Larry's prick up her ass. Even Jennifer couldn't have looked forward to that idea too happily.
So Barry had started to work on Gloria immediately. His prick was already hard at the thought of getting into her twat from the back. He knew that her cunny would be much more open to him being fucked from behind.
Gloria had gotten on her hands and knees on the bed and Barry had immediately mounted her. Grasping his pecker firmly, he had pointed at her and pushed himself forward. Gloria had moaned softly as the head of his prick managed to penetrate her pussy lips, and had wiggled her ass teasingly to him. This had spurred Barry onward, and it wasn't long before he had buried his whang into her cunny up to the hilt. Grasping her firmly by the hips, Barry had lunged at her twat repeatedly, pulling her back onto his dong with each forward fuck As for Gloria, she had cooperated completely. She allowed herself to move backwards each time to accommodate his hefty cock. The two of them were busy pounding and fucking away, completely oblivious of the two witnesses in the room.
Gloria soon showed signs of heavy breathing, then began to openly plead with Barry to fuck her harder, deeper, and faster. Barry did his best to comply with her lust demands.
The sweat stood out on his forehead like little beads. Occasionally a few of the beads would join forces, only to form a miniature river which funneled down his face and fell onto Gloria's naked asscheeks.
Barry began to also make vague animal noises, and it wasn't long before he was plunging still harder into Gloria's delicious fuck-hole. This new, exciting screwing brought Gloria to the peak of ecstasy, and she happily moaned that her own cum was flowing.
Barry grasped her more firmly about the hips, pulling her harder back onto his pecker each time he would thrust his hips forward, sending his prick slicing deeply into her cunny. She wriggled her twat in appreciation.
With a shout, Barry lunged at her pussy, one last time. He held her fast, his face tilted upwards, his teeth clenched shut, tightly. His eyes squinting forward, his breath held. In this position Barry held firmly for a moment, rigid, unmoving, the blood running to his face, turning it crimson red.
A trembling, twitching shudder then ran throughout his boiling body, followed by his desire to shove his already completely imbedded prick still further into Gloria's cunny.
Trying to accommodate him still further, Gloria attempted to push herself back further onto his cock, but with no success.
A few more attempts which likewise proved fruitless, followed by another uncontrollable shudder, and Barry's breathing began again. It was deep, harsh, and obviously strained.
After a moment, some of the color drained from his face and he opened his eyes. The muscles in his face, together with the muscles in the rest of his body, relaxed. Slowly, his breathing became more normal. Gloria looked at him back over her shoulders and smiled. He returned the smile.
The loud applause broke the spell. Larry was clapping his hands together hard, smiling at his friend. On the table beside him stood a fresh drink, made a little extra strong to help replenish some of the strength that his buddy had just depleted.
Barry smiled sheepishly, then slowly pulled his pecker from Gloria's flooding pussy. There was a slight sucking, screwing noise as he pulled it out. The girls laughed at the look on his face.
Gloria commented that Barry had filled her cunt so full of sperm that it would take her quite a while to clean it all out. The praise, even though not completely sincere, nonetheless made Barry feel good.
After Barry pulled his prick out of Gloria's pussy, she fell over on the bed as if totally exhausted. She just lay there looking up at the rest of the group. She had a satisfied expression on her face.
Barry, looking down at her after taking the drink that Larry had offered him, became completely convinced that she couldn't be faking that well. He had really given her a good fucking. He couldn't help the slight trace of a strut that worked its way into his walk.
Jennifer, becoming aware that she had gotten more than just a little worked up from watching the others fucking, looked at Larry. He smiled back, and then looked down at his monstrous prick.
It was already half hard. Larry, too, had been more than just a little turned on by the fuck action. The thought of screwing Jennifer in the same dog style certainly didn't turn him off.
Walking towards him, Jennifer reached out her hand and began playing with his partially hard pecker. All it took was a slight touch and his cock rapidly gained its full stretch. She looked down at the rigid fuck-pole in her hand. Jennifer could feel its steady pulse and that only helped to excite her more.
Jennifer liked the idea of being fucked doggy fashion, too. A man's prick always penetrated deeper, and felt better in that position. The head of a prick would rub against a girl's clitty much more teasingly that way.
As for herself, Jennifer had never failed to cum at least twice when being fucked dog fashion. And with a pecker like Larry's, she didn't doubt that she would cum several times. She squeezed his dick lightly.
Gloria, watching Jennifer and Larry, slowly raised herself up on one elbow. She reached out her free hand in the direction of Barry. He took the cue and helped pull her to her feet. The bed squeaked a little as her weight left it.
"It's all yours," she said, bowing a little mockingly to the two horny up people standing by the couch.
"Okay, Larry," joined in Barry. "Let's see if you and Jennifer can beat that fuck!"
"Ready?" Larry asked Jennifer.
"You can bet your sweet cockie I am, big boy," Jennifer replied.
"Are you going to screw him or jerk him off?" taunted Gloria, anxious now to watch these two beat her fuck performance.
"Go fuck yourself," snapped Jennifer.
"I don't have to with Barry here," giggled Gloria.
Jennifer just looked at her.
Not waiting for any more conversation, Larry pulled Jennifer over to the bed. She followed willingly any thoughts of the others completely forgotten.
Once they reached the bed, Larry let Jennifer go ahead of him. Positioning herself on the bed, in the same way Gloria had, she waited for Larry to come to her. As she looked back over her shoulders at Larry, there was a strange look in her eyes.
Larry had seen that look before. His mind tried vainly to remember where. Shrugging, he tried to forget about it and concentrate on the business at hand. But something about that look haunted him. He tried to remember what it meant.
Finally, managing to pay attention to what Jennifer was doing, Larry moved onto the bed. The iron hardness of his prick jutted out in front of him like an iron club, which it did slightly resemble. On his knees now, the head of his huge cock pointing directly at the clearly visible pussy between Jennifer's widely spread legs. Larry forgot about everything except the fucking he was going to give Jennifer's pussy.
Grasping his huge dong firmly, Larry aimed it at Jennifer's fuck-hole. Looking back over her shoulder, Jennifer tried to move her twat so as to give Larry a better entrance to her pussy. As tight as her cunny was, however, it really wasn't necessary.
At the first touch of the head of Larry's pecker, Jennifer sucked in her breath. The anticipation she was feeling was even more acute than usual. True, although she loved to fuck more than anything else in the world, there were certain times that she loved it even more. And right now, with the prospect of getting that big, hard prick of Larry's rammed into her pussy from behind, was one of the times she liked it the most. She could hardly wait for his hard cock penetration.
Larry didn't keep her waiting. After the initial twat and dong coupling had been made, he immediately set about pushing his cock further and further into her readily opening gash. With each thrust forward, Jennifer would groan and moan with deep satisfaction. The look on her face would have rivaled any girl's, in its portrayal of happy , delighted content. But even Larry himself would groan a little each time he had to withdraw his prick. The oily, soft, sucking sounds that accompanied each movement of his large prick inside Jennifer only made both of them that much more passionate. Both Larry and Jennifer were enjoying the fuck session tremendously.
Barry and Gloria had settled down on the couch, each with a fresh drink, and were intently watching the doggy fuck on the bed. The fact that they themselves had been screwing exactly the same style a short while before didn't seem to occur to them.
As far as they were concerned, the fuck happening on the bed between Larry and Jennifer was far more important than their screw match. Perhaps they had forgotten that they had fucked doggy style, too. But, as the fucking on the bed increased in intensity, Gloria's hand found its way into Barry's lap. His pecker had already begun to harden slightly. She squeezed it gently. Barry didn't even seem to notice.
Larry was ramming into Jennifer now with purpose. The blood had risen to his face, and although he hadn't usually shot off his cum too quickly in the past, it was obvious that he was on the verge of doing it now. Jennifer, her back turned to him, was unaware of this, and was merely sighing loudly, enjoying the delicious fucking she was getting.
Larry, in an almost duplicate action of Barry, suddenly stiffened. One last time he powerfully rammed into Jennifer's soft, warm gash. Then he held tight, his body quivering.
"He's going to shoot out his cum load," Gloria exclaimed in disbelief.
"I'll be damned!" said Barry.
"Unhh!" was the only sound that Larry could make.
"Are you going to cum so soon?" yelped Jennifer, the disappointment showing her voice.
"Unhh!," groaned Larry again, at the same time pulling a little out of Jennifer's twat, then lunging back into her again.
"Ouch!" was her only reply, then she too began pushing back to meet him. Although she was pushing with all her might, it was obvious to those watching that she was doing it in the spirit of a paid prostitute, and not as a woman getting off her own rocks at the same time. After all, she was a whore, and this was what she was supposed to be doing. But her disappointment at not having been given a better fucking was clear.
A last powerful thrust forward and Larry began to relax. His breathing slowly returned to normal. The deep red coloring of his face disappeared, and was replaced with his usual good sun-tanned complexion. His eyes opened, and looking around at Barry and Gloria, appearing to be disappointed.
As for Jennifer, she just knelt there, without saying anything. The fact that her big prick had suddenly turned to be a "one-two-cum" man didn't seem to make much difference. At least, not openly. Looking back over her shoulders, she smiled at him. Larry didn't return the smile, although he did make an effort at a grin.
Without saying a word, Larry pulled his prick out of Jennifer's pussy quickly. He jumped off the bed and walked over to where the bar was, There was not a sound in the room as Larry mixed an extra strong drink. The ice tinkled in the glass as he lifted it to his lips and drank deeply. A small amount escaped and ran down his chin. He wiped it off with the back of his hand.
The silence had begun to make the others in the room nervous. Larry's obvious embarrassment that he'd cum too quickly hung over the room like a thick gloom cloud.
"Look, sweetie," began Gloria, "don't go feeling so damned bad about it. Shit, it happens to the best fuckers alive."
She walked over to where he was standing, her cute little ass swaying from side to side. As she reached him, she leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips. Larry returned the kiss, light at first, and then harder.
Finally Gloria pulled away from him and the others in the room saw for the first time that she had been playing with his cock while she had been kissing him. Once more his cock showed signs of becoming hard and long again.
"See that, Larry," Gloria announced proudly, "it was just a case of mistiming. It can happen to anyone."
Larry laughed. The tension left the room. "What the hell," Larry shouted. "Shit, the whole world didn't blow apart did it? Holy crap, we've still got a whole lot more fucking to do before the contest is over, don't we?"
"You're damned right," answered Barry, his voice a little thick now. The liquor he lad been drinking hadn't seemed to effect him before. But now suddenly his tongue got a little thicker. The girls giggled.
"Hey," yelled Jennifer, still on the bed in the same fuck position Larry had left her in. Her summons was directed at Barry.
"Hey," she repeated. Barry managed to look at her, and realized that she was talking to him.
"Yes?" he managed to reply.
"Jennifer's still horny," she teased, at the same time wiggling her ass.
"So?"
"So?" she said in mock surprise. "So how about doing something about it?"
Barry grinned at her. He looked down and was surprised to find that his cock was iron hard. When he looked up, he saw that Jennifer was watching his whang with deep interest. He could feel his large prick stretching to its fullest length.
Basically, Barry had always been just a little envious of Larry because of his fuck performance with women, especially since he always seemed to have a perpetual erection. Barry had always had trouble keeping his hard-on, especially on gang fucks like this one. But for some strange reason, he seemed to be the one keeping the erection tonight, and Larry was the one with the problem. It made Barry feel Larry's equal.
"Anything you want," Barry finally managed to say. With that, he moved towards Jennifer. Larry and Gloria were still standing together by the bar. They turned slightly to watch Barry head for the bed. A faint scowl returned to Larry's face.
"Don't worry about it, sweetie," Gloria once more soothed. "It could have happened to anyone. Besides, you get a fuck me next. That is, if old cow over there can get Barry to cum again. I don't know. He seems to be feeling his booze. What do you think?"
"Yes," Larry said, "it looks like Barry just might be feeling it a little. But don't let that fool you. I've seen him drink a hell of a lot more than this and still fuck until the small hours of the morning."
"I hope so," replied Gloria.
Both Gloria and Larry returned their attention to the fuck scene on at the bed.
"That's it, big boy," said Jennifer, "How are we going to screw this time?" asked Barry.
Jennifer made a great pretense of trying to think of a way to fuck next. Of course, she had already thought of the assfucking she wanted to have. It would be Gloria's and Larry's turn next.
Things couldn't have worked out better. Although Jennifer was really disappointed that Larry had shot off his cum load so soon, she also knew that it was just one of those things that happen from time to time. Larry would be able to recover without any difficulty, and when he did, he would be anxious to get back some of his male virility. Gloria would be in line to be on the receiving end of that. And Jennifer couldn't think of a better way than having Gloria get it up the shithole. With that in mind she carefully led the conversation in that direction.
"Shit, I don't know, big boy," she lied. "Do you have any ideas?"
Barry just leered at her. She smiled back. Jennifer had left her position on her hands and knees and was laying on the bed. She reached over on the night stand and quickly lit a cigarette. As she blew the smoke out, she directed her next question to Larry and Gloria.
"Do you have any ideas?" she asked.
"It doesn't matter to me," replied Gloria sure now that Barry was three sheets to the wind. Gloria sincerely doubted, in spite of Larry's assurances otherwise, that Jennifer would be able to make Barry cum again.
"How about you, Larry?" asked Jennifer.
"Same here. Anything you want."
"Are you sure you can't think of anything, Barry?"
"Shit, no, I don't care. Let's just fuck."
"Yes, but how?" laughed Gloria.
"Oh, up Jennifer's ass!" laughed Barry.
It couldn't have worked out better.
"Hey, that's an idea," Jennifer said, immediately jumping on Barry's jest.
"What?" asked Barry, unsure of what he had said.
"What you said, big boy. How about fucking me in the pooper?"
Immediately Barry's interest perked up, and some of the fuzziness seemed to leave him. His eyes appeared clear again. The idea obviously appealed to him.
Gloria at first seemed to be in favor of the idea. Then, after realizing that she would be the next one, and that she would be obliged to take Larry's prick in her hot asshole, she cooled off.
"How about it?" insisted Jennifer.
"It sounds great to me," replied Barry.
"Okay by me," answered Larry, taking a gulp of his drink.
"I don't know," began Gloria, not wanting to appear the spoilsport.
"What's the matter, Gloria?" asked Jennifer obviously enjoying her little game. "You're not copping out on us, are you?"
"Of course not," snapped Gloria. "I was just trying to think of something that might be a little more fun for Larry and Barry."
"Well, it seems that Larry and Barry think that ass fucking would be a lot of fun. How about it fellows? All set for a shit ride?"
"It's like I said," spoke up Larry, "anything you decide is all right with me."
"Me, too!" declared Barry.
"It's all settled then," announced Jennifer triumphantly.
"Why not try screwing on top of the boys first," began Gloria feebly, trying desperately to turn the tables. "Then we can let them fuck us in the asshole."
"What's wrong with just going ahead and screwing in the ass first?" challenged Jennifer. She wasn't about to let the sweet taste of victory slip from her now.
"Yes," slurred Barry, "what's wrong with that?"
"Okay," said Gloria, resigning herself to the inevitable. There was no way around it. She fixed Jennifer with a cold stare, realizing that she had been tricked.
"Wonderful," Jennifer said like the cat that swallowed the canary.
"If ass fucking's what you really want, I guess I'll have to go along with it," continued Gloria.
"Me first!" whooped Barry.
"Of course you're first," chimed in Jennifer, being perfectly willing to let him fuck her in the ass. What she would dread would be the thought of having Larry fuck her shithole. But she was looking forward to the sight of watching Gloria taking Larry's huge cock up her ass.
Turning on her belly, Jennifer motioned for Barry to come over to her. Barry willingly obeyed. Already his prick had become hard. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed fucking a girl in the shithole. He was eagerly looking forward to it.
Gloria, not wanting to betray her anxiety about being fucked in her ass by Larry's monster, put on a front. She smiled at Larry, who was still standing close by her. He returned the smile, and reaching out, cupped one of her mammoth titties. He squeezed it light.
Barry had set his drink down on the night stand, and immediately set out to screw Jennifer's ass. Getting behind Jennifer, who had once more assumed a position on her hands and knees, he grasped his fully hard pecker. Guiding it skillfully, he soon had managed to work the head of it into the tight brown opening. Jennifer wiggled her ass invitingly, doing all she could to help him get into her t Slowly, slightly, Barry's prick disappeared into the wrinkled asshole. As more of his dong entered her, Jennifer stopped looking back over her shoulders and concentrated on making sure that it went in smoothly. That was important, she knew. If she let it go off at an angle, there was the possibility that her asshole might wind up being hurt.
Gloria watched. She knew that Jennifer had more experience that she did at this kind of fucking. Ordinarily, ass screwing was one thing she steered clear of. She wished now that she had refused to go along. At the moment, she felt that she had been viciously tricked. But now that she was trapped, she knew that the best thing she could do would be to watch Jennifer, and then try her best to copy what she did when her turn came.
Barry finally had managed to push his entire prick deep into Jennifer's asshole. Jennifer, realizing that he had it all in her, looked back over her shoulder and smiled at him. She could afford to be generous. There was no longer a chance that she might have bitten off more than she could chew. She could hardly wait until it was Gloria' to get her ass rammed.
His horniness and excitement very obvious, Barry set to work immediately. Repeatedly he plunged his cock deeply into Jennifer's shithole. Barry plunged his prick so hard into her ass, that occasionally he would almost lift her off the bed. Jennifer moaned and groaned loudly each time Barry would send his huge dong ramming into her, then making purring noises when he would withdraw it.
Barry's cock was covered with a light brown shit stain, proof of where his prick was fucking. His intense enjoyment of what he was doing was evident from the look of pure ecstasy that was on his face. Barry hadn't enjoyed fucking a woman in the ass so much as long as he could remember.
Jennifer had a nice tight asshole, too. It wasn't so tight that it was uncomfortable, but it was tight enough so that when he went into her, the muscles of her shithole squeezed his cock tightly. Jennifer was enjoying herself, too. She really did enjoy being fucked in the ass, sometimes. Barry's prick was just perfect for the job, not too big and not too small. It was just right. She would push herself back slightly each time he would ram forward. She could tell from his ever-increasing hard breathing that it wasn't going to be long before she would feel him shooting his hot cum deep into her asshole.
Larry, watching the action intently, already was showing the signs of sexual arousement. Still stinging with the embarrassment of shooting off his load too soon, he was anxious now to regain some of his manhood he felt he had lost from that unfortunate "quick cum" experience. He could hardly wait until his turn came to ass fuck.
Larry fully agreed with his friend about the beauty of Gloria's ass. Her beautiful asscheeks were small, but well-formed, and they stood out seductively. She had the kind of cute little ass that would make men turn to watch her walk by on the street. Gloria, aware of this herself, had frequently enjoyed the attention she received when she wiggled down the street.
Gloria was getting terribly excited by the assfuck she was watching, in spite of the fact that she dreaded her turn next on Larry's cock. Her main objection to the sodomy was the size of Larry's prick. She had been fucked in the ass before, and if done by a pecker that wasn't too big, she had enjoyed it on occasion. But when she was being hurt, she didn't enjoy it at all.
Trying to get Larry's attention, she reached out and grasped him by his whang. Immediately Larry turned his attentions to her, forgetting for the moment the fuck session on the bed.
Gloria, smiling at Larry, squeezed his rapidly enlarging prick. The look of lust in his eyes encouraged her. She had contrived a little scheme of her own. If Larry were horny enough, maybe she could get him to let her suck his cock off right now. If he would go for it, then she wouldn't have to let him fuck her in the ass. She pulled his cock gently. It hardened even more, the lust in his eyes increasing.
"Are you enjoying the side-show?" she asked him.
"What do you, think doll?"
"As hard as your dong is, I'd say you were more than ready," she replied, giving him another playful pull.
"You win the fifty cent cigar," he said, his smile beginning to fade.
Larry was really hot and ready. The lusty sights and sounds coming from the bed were having more of an aphrodisiacal effect upon him than he had realized. The pulling movements Gloria was giving his prick only excited his already worked up emotions even more.
At just that moment Barry let out a strangled cry, signaling that he was shooting his cum into Jennifer's asshole.
"Shoot your cum in me, Baby," cried out Jennifer.
"Umph!" was the only reply Barry could give.
"Oh, that's beautiful," cooed Jennifer, wiggling her ass about frantically, as if she were afraid she would miss something.
Barry was fucking her ass furiously now. His shit stained prick was working in and out of her so fast that it sometimes only appeared as a brownish blur. Barry's cum load lasted longer than usual, and Jennifer kept encouraging him on with dirty words calculated to increase his desire.
"Fuck it, baby," she pleaded. "Ram that beautiful prick of yours into Jennifer's ass. Fuck me deeper, baby."
The words were definitely having the desired effect, as Barry continued fucking deeply into her ass long after he would ordinarily have finished. His sperm had long since ceased to flow from his overworked balls, yet he still continued to fuck away at her shithole.
Jennifer's words of encouragement to fuck her ass harder were having an effect on Larry. The smile had disappeared from his face, to be replaced with a look of pure animal lust. He was looking at the large boobies on Gloria's chest, and the sight of them, in addition to the thrilling sensations of her playing with his hard prick, were driving him into a fit of passion.
"Bend your ass over," Larry commanded.
"Let me suck your cockie a little first," Gloria said, hoping that his state of arousal would be sufficient to cause him to shoot off his cum too soon again.
"Fuck you," he snapped, "I want that asshole of yours, and I want it now."
"Just let me taste your dick!"
"Bend down," he again commanded, this time his voice taking on an edge.
Knowing she had been defeated, Gloria moved to obey. She could only hope that he would cum faster than usual. But she knew, too, that he must be still pissed off about what had happened before, and she really didn't hold out much hope that he would repeat the performance. She might as well accept the fact that she would be in for a long, and pain Seeing what was going on between Larry and Gloria, and not wanting to miss any of the action, Jennifer urged Barry to finish fucking her ass, and Barry his cum juices dried up, stopped his screwing.
Gloria had bent over the arm of an overstuffed chair as Larry had demanded. However, before Larry had had the chance to stab Gloria's ass with his huge prick, Jennifer called to them.
"Just a second, lovers," she called. "Hold it for a while. Barry and I want to watch. Here, you can have the bed. We're through, aren't we, baby?"
All Barry was capable of at that moment was a slight nodding of his head. He was exhausted. But the prospect of watching Gloria get fucked up her ass seemed to revive him. He quickly pulled out of Jennifer's asshole, and moved off the bed.
Gloria, thankful for even the temporary reprieve, quickly moved out from under Larry. He was standing already poised behind her, his rigid fuck-pole in his hand aimed menacingly at her tight shithole, accepted the slight delay and followed closely behind her.
Barry and Jennifer were quickly replaced on the bed by Larry and Gloria. Larry, who was terribly excited and horny, was already breathing hard. He could hardly wait to bury his prick deep into the inviting beauty of Gloria's asshole.
Gloria, however, wasn't in that much of a hurry to get on with the ass fuck. She procrastinated as much as she could, seeming to hope that something might happen at just the last second to change Larry's mind. But she knew that nothing would. She was going to get fucked by that mighty prick of his in the ass and that was all there was to it. There was nothing in the world that was going to stop that. Gloria finally decided that she might as well accept it and get her ass fucking over with as soon as she possibly could.
As Gloria positioned herself on the messed bed, she looked back over her shoulder. The look on Larry's face clearly told her that he was more than looking forward to the experience of plunging that huge prick of his into her tight little asshole.
She tried to smile, but it didn't quite come off.
As her gaze quickly scanned the room, she caught a brief glimpse of Barry and Jennifer standing in almost the same place that she and Larry had been standing before. The look on Jennifer's face did more than confirm that she was pleased with herself at the skillful way in which she had tricked Gloria into getting fucked in the asshole.
Steeling herself, Gloria riveted her gaze on one of the nails in the plush headboard of the bed, then waited patiently for the ass fucking to begin. She didn't have long to wait.
Gloria felt the huge head of Larry's prick searching out the opening in the cheeks of her ass. Next she felt him spreading her asscheeks with his hands. The head of his huge cock was then nudging the brown tight hole that it would soon be I screwing.
Gloria gulped. His prick felt larger than she had remembered it looking.
She could hear Larry breathing very hard I behind her. With one hand still helping to spread ' her asscheeks, the other gripped her firmly about the waist. Once Larry had firmly positioned his throbbing prickhead against the tight opening of j Gloria's asshole, he let go of the cheeks of her ass.
With his hand freed, he used it to grasp his huge j whang.
Gloria couldn't help wincing in pain as he shoved himself forward. The head managed to imbed itself only slightly. Her tight asshole strained painfully at the strange intrusion of her dung hole. Hoping to make it easier for herself, Gloria opened her legs a little further. Holding her breath, she! waited helplessly for him to push forward again.
Larry rammed his cock at her with a vengeance. He had been disappointed that he had failed to gain entrance the first time. Determined, he grasped her even tighter about the waist. Gripping his pecker firmly then, he moved forward again, this time intent upon getting at least the enlarged head of his prick into her.
"Oooooh!" cried Gloria.
Larry succeeded in getting the cockhead into her. Even to him it looked as if his whang was too massive for her tiny pooper. But at that moment he really didn't care, all that he was really interested in was redeeming himself for his last failure. He shoved forward again.
"Ooooh!" groaned Gloria again.
Ignoring her obvious pain, Larry continued his invasion of her ass. His huge prick steadily disappeared into the narrow opening of Gloria's asshole, and as each inch of his mighty dong disappeared from sight, the sounds of Gloria's groans increased in volume.
"Oh," Gloria moaned, "how much more cock is there?"
"He has plenty of pecker left for you, lover," answered Jennifer. "Don't you worry about it. He'll really fill you up."
"Thanks. Thanks a lot," replied Gloria sarcastically, vowing then and there that she would get even with Jennifer for this.
The pain Gloria was feeling kept steadily increasing. She could feel the searing burning, sensation spread rapidly, and it soon seemed that her entire asshole was on fire.
"Oh, Christ," she moaned loudly, "isn't it all the way in yet?"
Larry only grunted.
Constantly, he pushed his dong into her ass. Each time he would encounter extreme difficulty in penetrating any further into her, Larry would withdraw a little, then plunge back into her, getting a loud moan of pain in response from Gloria.
Certain that she could stand no more, Gloria was on the verge of begging Larry to stop. Suddenly she felt his huge balls swing in, touching the underside of her asscheeks. Knowing that that meant his prick must be almost completely in her shithole, and really wanting to take his prick and show that damned Jennifer that Gloria was as good as she was any old day, or night, Gloria kept quiet.
If she could just hold out a little longer, the ass fucking would soon be over, and she would have won the contest.
Knowing, also that the deep, heavy breathing Larry was doing was a signal that he would shoot cum in a hurry, Gloria gritted her teeth, determined that she wouldn't cop out now.
Larry looked down. The pure monstrosity of his pecker, almost fully stuck into Gloria's asshole, had caused the cheeks of her ass to spread widely. He could clearly see the wrinkled top of her asshole, wide! He couldn't help wondering how much pain he was giving her with his massive prick.
He was, indeed, hurting her, of that he had no doubt. The groaning sounds she was making told him that much. Larry would have felt a little sorry about his hurting her, had his passion and horniness not been so great at that moment.
Aware that he was greatly aroused, and still remembering the humiliation he had felt when he had shot off his sperm in Jennifer so quickly, Larry mentally began holding himself back against a repetition. Whether Gloria liked it or not, she was in for a long, hard, thorough asshole fucking.
Jennifer watched the ass fucking with mixed feelings. She was genuinely surprised that Gloria had managed to take all of his huge prick. Also, now that she saw that Gloria was going to succeed in getting her ass thoroughly fucked, Jennifer couldn't help feeling a little sorry that she had planned the whole thing. She knew that Gloria wouldn't forget about this for a long time. That meant that she would either have to get herself another partner, or always be on her guard against Gloria's retaliation. This made her sad, since she really liked Gloria. She couldn't help doing a little self-analysis of her own motives in doing what she had done. She knew that she felt a little envious of the younger, beautiful blonde girl. But would that really cause her to be vindictive towards Gloria? Jennifer didn't know.
Deciding that she would wait and see what finally developed, Jennifer put the problem out of her mind for the time being. She concentrated I instead on the assfucking that was taking place on the bed. She couldn't help but realize that she was becoming very excited and aroused watching Gloria and Larry. The pained look on Gloria's face excited her.
Bracing himself, Larry lunged forward one last time, succeeding in burying his big prick fully into Gloria's asshole.
Gloria, unable to contain herself, let out a strangled cry of pain. A few tears appeared in her eyes, and she blinked furiously, trying to brush them aside.
But Gloria had felt his bull's balls bump firmly against her ass this time, and she knew from j the feel of it that he had his fuck-pole into her ass as far as the huge dong would go. Gloria had made it! She had won!
Larry held steady for a while. He was grasping her about the waist with both his hands now. She felt warm and good against him. The cheeks of her ass rubbed teasingly against his cock hairs.
He felt the muscles of her widely stretched asshole convulsively contracting and then releasing his pecker. It felt good, and he had to remind himself that he had to hold off cuming for a little while.
Gloria could feel the head of Larry's big prick deep inside of her ass. She had never before felt anything so big in her holes, cunt or ass. Although the pain was intense, she still felt strange waves of passionate desire washing over her body.
Hot, shit, she thought to herself. I'm liking the shithole fucking. That fucker, Larry, probably just ruined my pooper, but I'm loving it.
Barry looked at the two fucking on the bed. He remembered how inviting Gloria's ass had looked to him when he had been fucking her doggy style. The memory sent a fresh wave of thrills rippling through him. His hand reached out and began massaging Jennifer's ass.
Larry, trying desperately not to shoot his cum prematurely again, still found that he couldn't contain himself completely. The wonderful sexy sensations running up and down his body were almost more that he could bear. He had screwed women in the asshole before, but there was something about the feel of Gloria's shithole that made it feel more delicious and more delectable than any of the other asses he had fucked.
Gloria, her ass now beginning to accept the screwing prick a little more, relaxed. She felt as if she would make it through the assfucking after all. Still, she wished it were over. Even though she was beginning to enjoy the fucking a little, she could still clearly feel the burning sensations shoot through her pussy whenever Larry gave a particularly vicious cock lunge into her. She knew that her ass would be quite sore for quite some time after this screw.
Just at that instant, Larry realized that he would be unable to control himself any longer. The wonderfully warm sensations that he felt, in addition to the soft sighs and moans coming from Gloria, were driving him wild.
Again and again, he ploughed his cock into the warm tightness of her pooper, and again and again, he was rewarded with the extremely exciting tingling of sexual delight he felt in his prick. The head of his pecker felt as if there were a thousand little ants running all over it at the same time. As the luxurious feelings increased, he, too, began to moan softly. He would shoot his cum any second now. But he didn't feel particularly bad about it this time, since he had given Gloria an assfucking that she wouldn't be likely to forget for quite a while.
Gloria, aware that Larry was groaning and moaning with sexual pleasure, also realized that Larry's moment of truth was almost upon him. Wanting now to end the fuck session as soon as possible, she pushed herself back onto his cock as hard as he could, hoping that he would be forced to cum.
That was all that was needed to push Larry over the brink. The sight of her voluptuous asscheeks, wiggling invitingly, plus the great sexual pleasure and ecstasy the head of his prick was feeling, were all he needed to spur on his raging cum.
He felt the first wave of his sperm boiling deep within him. Grasping her hips more securely, he tried to plunge his cock ever deeper into her. Gloria moaned loudly.
"I'm going to cum," Larry gasped.
"Shoot off," Gloria pleaded, "shoot your cum!"
Gloria felt the hot, searing cum load splashing into her. Her ass was already so tender that the sperm burned her. She groaned, then tried to hold herself still so that Larry would finish shooting his gism as soon as possible.
But in the back of her mind, Gloria couldn't help feeling a little proud of herself. She had taken that big prick of his, all of it in her shithole. She had managed to hold out all the way. He had pumped every drop of cum he had into her and she had taken it and begged for more. The fact that Gloria couldn't have taken any more of Larry's prick if her life depended on it, didn't matter. What did matter was that she had taken all the cock he had.
With one last and final lunge forward, Larry spurted the last of his prick juice deep within her burning shithole. Gratefully, Gloria let go a long sigh of relief. Her ass fuck was over.
Larry lay motionless for several seconds, his cock still embedded in Gloria's asshole. Then with a deep sigh of satisfaction, he pulled out of Gloria's pooper, his prick stained with her shit. As his pecker pulled completely free of her asshole, there was evidence of the volume of his cum load. White, stringy cum streams clung to his whang like a flag.
Larry fell sideways on the bed and smiled up at Gloria. Then both of them looked in the direction of Barry and Jennifer, who stared at them with their mouths open with an awed expression on their faces.
Barry whistled and broke the silence. "Holy shit," was all he could say, overcome by the tremendous assfucking he had just witnessed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Betty Albright finished adding the figures in the book, put down the total in the huge black recording book, and turned to Ada Benson, who was standing behind her. She couldn't help noticing that the brown-haired Ada was looking at her with a smirk of intense dislike. It gave Betty pause for thought.
Although it wasn't hard to figure out that Ada Benson didn't like her, she still had always shown the basic respect that she was due as chief hostess. For Ada to be looking this way at Betty clearly indicated that something was cooking. She felt uneasy as he thought over the choices.
It would be impossible for Ada to know about the fuck session she had had with Kenneth Jenkins in his office. At least, Betty thought it would be impossible. She decided she had better hunt around and find out what the girl might know. The answer could be very important to Betty's future.
Deciding to take the bull by the horns, Betty glanced at her watch. Then, looking at the other girl, she spoke to her in a tone calculated to set the boss-employee relationship clearly in mind.
"That was rather a long coffee break you took, wasn't it?" she asked pointedly.
"Yes, it was," Ada replied sullenly.
"Is that all you can say?" Betty responded, her tone showing irritation.
"What else do you want me to say?" Ada Benson challenged.
Betty didn't like the tone in Ada Benson's voice at all. It clearly indicated that the other girl knew more than she should. Betty became convinced that Ada, in some way or another, had managed to find out about what had happened in Kenny's office. Ada decided to change her tactics.
"What's the matter, Ada? Is there something bothering you?"
"Now that you mention it, yes," retorted Ada.
"Okay, out with it!"
"I don't like the idea of working for someone who screws the boss for her job," Ada blurted out.
There it was. So Ada did know. Betty's mind raced, trying to think of all the possibilities of how Ada Benson could have found out about her fucking Ken Jenkins. It really didn't matter, though. The important thing was that she knew. Now Betty had to decide what the best thing would be for her to do.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Betty asked, stalling for time.
"Just exactly what I said," Ada replied, more sure of herself. She hadn't really known what to expect, and hadn't planned on being so direct about it. But now that she had started, she felt she was on safe ground.
Deciding that the best possible defense would be to attack, Betty moved towards the other girl, a threatening look on her face.
"You better talk fast, and it had better be damned good," she spat out.
Unprepared for this sudden attack, Ada Benson stepped back. She wasn't as sure of herself now. She hadn't expected Betty to act like this. After all, maybe Ada was only a clerk, but she knew where the bones were buried.
"Talk, damn you," Betty again demanded.
"I . ... I know what you and Mr.
Jenkins....that is, I saw Ada stammered. She was confused. This wasn't going the way it was supposed to at all.
"You saw what?" Betty growled. She was almost face to face with the other girl now.
"I saw what you and Mr. Jenkins did in his office," Ada finally managed to blurt out.
So that was it. Somehow this whore had managed to see the whole thing. It was dynamite. But the timid nature of Ada Benson encouraged Betty. She had to frighten Ada, and at the same time make sure that she didn't tell her story of Betty's fuck with Mr. Jenkins to anyone else. To do this, Betty would have to get Ada Benson on her side.
"You're a liar," Betty challenged, the words leaving her lips like sharp barbs.
"No, I'm not," Ada protested, taking another step backwards. There were almost tears in her eyes now. This whole thing was going wrong, she knew, and she didn't know how to change it.
"You're a liar," Betty repeated. "And worse that that, you're a god damned snooper and carrier of tales. I'm sure Kenny will be glad to know what kind of girls he has working for him. But I don't think you'll be working for him very long." With that she took a calculated risk and turned, as if to walk away.
"Wait!" cried Ada Benson. She was almost terrified now. The self-assurance of Betty Albright had completely befuddled her. She knew that she, not Betty was the one in danger.
"Why should I wait? So you can do some more snooping? So you can sneak around behind my back, and the back of Kenny, and fill those big peeping eyes of yours? Fuck you! I'm going to Kenny and I'm going to tell him the whole story. You'll be out on your fat ass so fast that you'll think you got caught in a revolving door!"
"Please," Ada cried. "Please, wait."
Betty stood still, the anger plainly showing on her face. She had tried a counter measure and it had worked. Now all she had to do was to get the other girl as her friend and her reputation and job would be safe, for a while at least.
"I'm sorry. I know I did wrong. Please forgive me. Don't tell Mr. Jenkins on me. I promise you I won't utter a word to another soul."
Betty stood there, not saying a word, just looking at the girl.
"How did you see us?" Betty suddenly snapped.
"Through an opening in the window in the female employee's lounge," Ada Benson answered. "Who else saw it?"
"No one. I swear it. I was there all alone. There was no one else."
"Are you sure? Are you sure no one else saw it? Who else have you opened your big mouth to?"
"No one! Honest! No one saw you, and I haven't breathed a word of it to anyone. I promise you that I won't. Only please don't get me fired." Ada finished this last so close to tears that Betty decided it would be best to soften her approach at once. It might be a little hard to explain a crying employee.
Mr. Jenkins just might come along any moment, and then the bullshit most certainly would be spread all around. If Kenneth Jenkins were to find out that Ada had seen their fuck session, Jenkins would more than like fire them both to protect himself.
In a much softer tone, and reaching out to touch the other girl on the arm, Betty went on.
"Can I trust you to keep quiet?"
"I promise! I swear! I'll never tell a soul!" Ada wailed.
Betty paused, as if to ponder the situation. Seeing what she thought was a chance to save her job, Ada pressed onward.
"Honest, I'm very sorry for what I said. You can count on me, though, I won't breath a word of this to anyone. Your secret is definitely safe with me.
Seeing that two more customers had approached the main desk, Betty left Ada Benson and attended to them. As soon as the man and woman had left, she returned to the frightened Ada.
"I'm going to give you a break, Ada," she began.
The relief on the face of the other girl was so obvious that Betty had difficulty keeping a straight look on her face. She wondered how Ada would be acting if she knew how completely she was being taken.
"Oh, thank you Miss Albright," Ada breathed. So huge was her gratitude that Betty was fearful that she might fall down on her knees and try to kiss her feet.
"But if I ever hear one word more about this, I can promise you that I'll see you bounced out of here. Do you understand?"
"Oh, yes. You can depend on me."
Taking a moment more to scowl at Ada, Betty then let her features soften. She even smiled a little at the girl. The look of relief on Ada Benson's face widened. She was safe and sound in her job.
"Now that you know that much," Betty went on, "I may as well let you in on another little secret."
Ada Benson waited. It didn't really matter what Miss Bettina Albright said, however, she was so relieved at having been let off so lightly after her mistake in thinking she could pull something like blackmail on Betty. All she could do was look at the other woman with admiration and joy.
"Kenny told me that he is going to let you have my job."
Ada just stared at her. She was thoroughly confused. She hadn't had the vaguest idea that Mr. Jenkins would have told Betty about what he had told her. It only went to prove that she had gotten off lightly indeed.
"But, but . ... I don't understand. If I get your job, what will I mean, where will you go?"
"I told Kenny I would be leaving right after this apparel trade show was over. In fact, I had planned on leaving a few weeks ago, but Kenny insisted that he needed me for this trade show," Betty fibbed.
Seeing that she had Ada Benson completely under her thumb, and not wanting to lose her power, Betty continued quickly.
"When we were discussing someone to take my place, I mentioned that you seemed to be the person most qualified. After all," she paused for a moment to punctuate her meaning, and then went on, "I had had no reason to think that you were anything but the very best of all the employees."
Ada quickly understood what she meant, and was on the verge of protesting her undying loyalty, undying loyalty, when Betty cut her shot. She was taking too much time, she knew, and the sooner she finished this off, the better she would be.
"Anyway," she went on, "Kenny and I had decided that you would be my replacement. I thought he had already spoken to you about it." Betty thought that that, would completely remove any doubts Ada Benson might later have, once she had a chance to think over what had happened. She would be thoroughly lucky indeed, and her loyalty to Betty would be really faithful.
"He did mention something about it," Ada Benson said, her voice low, and her face down. She could have kicked her large ass for being so damned stupid as to think that Mr. Jenkins had meant to fire Betty Albright. They had probably been fucking every chance they had, and only a dumb whore like her was stupid enough to fall for that strictly business attitude they maintained in front of others.
"Well, now you known" Betty said. "But you must promise me that you won't mention it to anyone. After all, Kenny wouldn't want to think that I went around telling everyone everything he told me, now would he?"
Ada Benson was quick to agree, and once more vowed that nothing Betty had told her would go any further.
Convinced now that she was in complete control of the situation, and feeling that it was safe to leave, Betty patted Ada on the shoulder, then turned to leave. Ada stopped her after she had gone only a short distance.
"Oh, wait a minute!"
"Yes?"
"What about checking out the cash register?"
Betty started back towards Ada, then decided against it. She might as well save herself some work.
"I'll tell you what, Ada," she called, "you do it. I'll sign the sheet later, after you've put in the figures."
With that, Betty smiled, then turned and walked away in the general direction of the cocktail lounge. She wanted to find Larry so badly and get fucked that she could almost taste that big rammer filling her pussy.
As far as Ada was concerned, she might as well have been given a medal. Letting a cashier check her own register, and then having the boss sign whatever she put down was something that simply wasn't done. For Betty Albright to have agreed to do something like that meant that Ada had been given one of the highest honors she could possibly ever have.
Silently she vowed to herself that she would be extra careful in checking it out, and if there was anything wrong, even so much as a penny, she would meticulously note it. She wouldn't let Betty down.
Betty, anxious to see Larry, didn't give Ada Benson another thought. Quickly she walked to the hotel bar and looked around. He was nowhere to be seen.
An argument was going on in one corner. She edged forward slightly in an attempt to hear what it was all about.
What the hell, Betty thought. I might as well do something to earn my keep.
A large beefy man in a loud plaid suit was shouting swear words at a smaller, slender, thick-haired man with a smashing beard. The smaller man, his face turning red, was shaking his fish as the larger man cursed him. Getting closer, Betty was able to hear part of what was being said.
"Cunt sucker!" shouted the large beefy man.
"You no-good asshole fucker!" shouted back the smaller man. "You deserve to be president of this organization about like I deserve to be the secretary of the department of slimy cunt."
"Cunt?" shrieked the big man. "You don't even know how to spell it."
"Ass sucker" came back the shorter man, holding his own in the shouting match. "At least I know what it looks like. You wouldn't know cunt from a fag's asshole!"
"That does it!" screamed the big man, lunging at the other man. He knocked over one of the big tables in his way as he attempted to lay hands on the smaller man.
Several of the people watching, until then enjoying the shouting match between the two, moved to grab the large man, in an attempt to restrain him. He was so drunk that they all fell in a heap on the floor. The sound of loud laughter filled the ears of those around them, as the little man collapsed into one of the booths, rocking with mirth.
"Stupid mother fucker," he managed to gasp, between wails of laughter, "he can't even stand up."
"Son of a bitch," screamed the other man from the floor. "Just wait until I get my hands on you. I'm going to beat the living piss and shit out of your belly."
"When it comes to shit and piss, you sure know what you're talking about, pig face," laughed the smaller man, "because that's just what you are.
You're pure shit and piss, that's what you are!"
"Bastard!" screamed the man on the floor. Struggling to his feet, he managed to take several more steps in the direction of the smaller man before several people grabbed him again.
Deciding that it was time she stepped in and cooled things off, Betty moved quickly to where three large husky men were holding onto the big man. He was huffing and puffing, describing in minute detail what he was going to do to the other man. Betty fought to keep a straight face.
"All right here!" she said as she approached. "What seems to be the trouble?"
"There's no trouble here," answered the big man. "I'm just going to kill that little piece of mouse shit over in the booth."
"Hey, watch your language," someone shouted.
"Fuck you!" came back the reply.
Just at that moment, Betty saw Larry approaching out of the comer of her eye. She was never so glad to see someone in her entire life.
"Mr. Burton?" Larry asked.
"Who is it?" the large man questioned, his head turning in the direction the voice had come from.
"I'm Larry Kent. Remember me? I told you I would fix you up with that little redhead.
Larry was lying. He had never talked to the man before. But he knew that the best way to break up an argument, especially in a bar, was to talk about hot twat.
"Oh, yeah," replied Mr. Burton drunkenly, warming to the subject, his gaze glued to the tight dress that Jennifer was wearing. The little man in the booth was completely forgotten.
"Well, here she is."
"Yeah, yeah." That seemed to be all he could say.
"Why don't we go up to my room and you two can get acquainted."
Larry was already propelling Mr. Burton along through the tables, Jennifer following closely behind. Mr. Burton hadn't taken his eyes off of her since Larry had first called his attention to her.
Larry led his little group straight to the elevators. In a few minutes they were in his room, and Mr. Burton had a drink in his hands. The large man's stare bore into Jennifer's body like an ex-ray machine. He couldn't shift his gaze from her mammoth titties.
Not wanting to waste any time, and extremely disgusted with this drunken slob, Larry already had his pen out, and was pushing it towards the other man.
"What's this?"
"It's a pen. It's so you can sign the contract we agreed upon. Remember? Then you and Jennifer here can get to know each other. The last was said with deep meaning. Mr. Burton got the meaning. Quickly he reached for the pen, and signed the blank contract Larry handed him. Larry couldn't help wondering how many gross of swimsuits he should fill in the blank spaces later.
Shit, it didn't really matter, he thought. It was the same old stuff anyway. Those women's wear buyers were all the same. They usually didn't remember the next day what they had bought.
Mr. Burton signed the document quickly, then dropping the pen, made a lunge for Jennifer. His big, hammy fist closed over her huge titty. He squeezed it roughly, brining a grimace of pain to her face. Smiling, Burton used her tit like a handle to pull her to him. She came to him. It was her job. It was what she was getting paid for. Still, she didn't have to like it.
Carefully folding the signed contract, Larry walked over to the make-shift bar and fixed himself a drink, extra strong.
He watched with a sort of detached attitude as Burton hugged Jennifer in his mammoth beefy arms. His hands seemed to be all over the girl. First Burton was squeezing her asscheeks, then his hands found their way up under her dress.
Jennifer, perhaps in self-defense, had glued her mouth to the bigger man's. Larry watched as she opened her legs, thus allowing him to get his meaty fingers inside the elastic of her panties.
Larry couldn't help remembering watching her put the sheer panties back on after their ass fucking session earlier. A wave of jealous resentment swept over him.
Christ, but I hate this job, Larry thought to himself.
Stumbling at times, the bigger man moved Jennifer one step at a time towards the bed. It groaned protestingly as the two of them fell onto it. Jennifer living up to her end of the bargain, was trying desperately to open Burton's zipper, but he was so heavy she was having trouble with it. At last he rolled over and unzipped his pants himself.
Still watching, Larry saw Jennifer reach in and pull his large prick out. He was honestly surprised to see the mammoth immensity of Burton's prick. He had been sure that the other man would have had a much smaller dong. From the look on Jennifer's face, she was alarmed at the large pecker. But Burton couldn't think of anything but fucking Jennifer. His huge cock wagged and stuck straight out, it was so hard. Jennifer lowered her head and took the massive prick into her mouth. Burton grunted and moaned at the touch of her soft mouth on his inflamed cock.
As Jennifer's head was bobbing up and down on Burton's cock, there was a knock at the door. Opening, it Larry found Gloria standing there with the little man in tow. Larry had given her instruction to bring him up to the room, by any means necessary, before he fled downstairs. He was pleased that she had obeyed.
Standing aside, he allowed them into the room. The smaller man, his name was Hal, was slightly tight himself. Still, he was sober enough to already show signs of a huge hard-on through his pants. Gloria had obviously been playing with his prick on the way up in the elevator.
As they came into the room, Hal caught sight of the cock-sucking that was going on on the bed. His eyes lit up even more. Then he saw who the man on the bed was. When Hal saw Burton, he shrank back. Gloria pulled him on into the room, and Larry closed the door behind him.
Uncertain, Hal just stood there and stared as Jennifer's head continued to bob up and down on Burton's prick. The large man's pecker would show briefly, shimmering with the wetness of Jennifer's spit, then disappear from view again.
The prick bulge in Hal's pants became more noticeable.
As they watched, Burton pulled frantically at Jennifer's dress, trying to get it up over her hips. Finally succeeding, it was only a second before her panties were torn off her. Hal's eyes bulged.
Knowing he had the advantage, Larry said nothing. He just let the little man get his eyes full.
He motioned to play with him a little more. Without causing him to miss anything that was going on, she reached her hand over and began rubbing the cock bulge at his groin. Still Hal didn't shift his body. Her panties gone, Jennifer opened her legs invitingly, letting Burton's finger fuck her moist pussy. His large, beefy fingers explored first the twat lips, then plunged deeply into her cunny. She moaned.
After only a short while of this, the beefy man rolled her over, forcing her to let his pecker slip from her mouth. On her back now, Burton spread her legs, and without bothering to undress himself, he grasped his huge dong and tried to mount her.
Jennifer did everything she could to assist his inserting his cock into her twat hole. After one or two unsuccessful attempts at getting his prick into her wet, slippery cunny, Burton finally succeeded in stabbing in her. He let out a loud groan as the head of his pecker passed through her cunt lips, and down deep into the velvety softness of the hog fuck-hole.
Jennifer wrapped her shapely legs around him. Burton began to steadily screw his hips up and down on top oof her. Each time he would push his prick downward, Jennifer would raise her hips up to meet him. It didn't take long before Burton was huffing and puffing again, only this time from over-heated passion. Larry was sure it wouldn't take him long to shoot his boiling sperm into Jennifer's pussy. And from the noises being made on the bed, there couldn't be any doubt that it would be soon.
Turning his attention back to Hal, Larry couldn't help the smile that came to his lips. The man just stood there, his mouth open, eyes bulging, and legs braced slightly apart, as Gloria massaged his prick through his pants. It was obvious that this was the first time he had ever seen anything like this in his life.
This should be easy, thought Larry.
"Excuse me," he began.
There was no answer. The man just continued to stare.
"Excuse me," Larry repeated, this time tugging slightly at his coat sleeve.
"Huh?" Hal finally answered, confused at being startled out of the fuck scene he had been watching.
"I hate to break it up, but I don't seem to recognize you. Are you one of my clients?"
"Clients?"
"Yes, clients. Do you buy from my company?"
"What company?"
"Oh, I see," Larry said, pretending embarrassment. "I didn't think I recognized you. I'm sorry, but I guess you'll have to leave."
"Leave? But . ... but...." Hal stuttered. Then, hitting on an idea, he hurried on. "I'm a friend of his," he exclaimed hurriedly, indicating the heaving, fucking Burton.
"That's right," interjected Gloria, catching on to the game right away.
"I see," replied Larry. "But I'm afraid that this party is only for my customers. You see, we always take care of our clients, that is, we make sure that they enjoy themselves at the trade shows. They, in turn, mike sure they buy all of their merchandise from us. That way everyone comes out ahead."
Finishing, Larry smiled at the other man, then waited for him to take up the bait.
"What company is that?"
Larry told him. It was plain to him now that this guy had to be a new one. Otherwise he would already be hip to the setup.
It couldn't be better. He could practically write his own ticket. This was almost too good to be true.
"I see," the little man said. "Well, as a matter-of-fact, I was supposed to buy a few swimsuit lines for the company while I was here. If you carry some interesting variations...." He let his voice trail off, trying desperately to appear shrew, and succeeding only in appearing cunt hungry.
"We carry all swimsuit lines. Don't worry. I'll tell you what, why don't you do like your friend here and sign a blank contract. Then, after everyone has had their fun, we can discuss what goes in the blank spaces."
"He signed a blank contract?" the little man asked, utter disbelief in his voice.
"Why, of course he does. All my customers do. After all, it's a matter of trust," Larry replied, a slight tone of injury creeping into his voice. Casually he withdrew the blank, signed contract from his pocket, letting Hal see it.
After making sure that the short man had had a good look at the signature, and the noisy, heavy fucking on the bed as positive proof that it was real, he carefully refolded the document and placed it back into his jacket. Then, motioning to Gloria to really turn on the charm, he threw in what he knew would be the clincher. "Of course, if you would prefer not to be one of my customers...." he let it trail off, moving towards the door.
The short, perspiring Hal looked at him, a pained expression on his face. Gloria was rubbing her massive titties all over him, her hand rubbing his erect cock at the same time. He gave in.
Quickly Hal agreed. At that moment he would have agreed to anything to get into Gloria's pussy.
To protect himself against the possibility of his backing out after Hal had his prick-fill, Larry carefully wrote in fifteen thousand dollars in the amount column, usually telling him that that was the minimum order they would accept. Although he swallowed hard and broke out into a sweat, Hal made no effort to grab at the contract in Larry's hands.
Once the paper was safely in his inside coat pocket, Larry nodded to Gloria. Immediately she fell to her knees and began working on his zipper. It parted easily and she soon had his pecker out into view, and then in her mouth.
Again Gloria was surprised. Whereas the beefy man had a large fuck-pole, this little peanut had a prick almost as large as Larry's. In fact, Gloria seemed to be enjoying herself. She sucked away at it noisily, Hal in the meantime watching her intently. Larry was sure he wouldn't be able to help cuming in her mouth.
Just as his eyes focused on the bed again, he heard the unmistakable sounds of a man in the final stages of shooting out his sperm. Burton was ramming away at Jennifer's pussy with all the fury he possessed, fucking her furiously.
Jennifer for her part was shoving herself up to meet his driving cock with an enthusiasm that Larry wondered if it could possibly be faked.
One last final prick lunge and the big man lay still, his breathing sounding loud and harsh. He just lay on top of Jennifer, while she at the same time gently caressed his asscheeks. Gradually his strength returned and he began raising himself up on his elbows, looking around the room, trying to focus his eyes.
Quickly Larry made a drink and walked over to him.
"Here! You probably need this. Besides, there is another girl over there who was watching that terrific fuck you were giving her friend here. She finally decided she couldn't wait any longer."
Burton looked in the direction of Gloria and the sight of her on her knees in front of Hal, sucking his prick, seemed to revive him.
Taking the drink Larry offered, but not moving out of Jennifer's twat, he thanked him. Sipping the extra dry martini, his gaze never left the cock-suck show going on by the door. Soon his hips began moving again, ever so slightly, and from the way Jennifer was wriggling her ass around, Larry was sure Burton was getting hard again inside her. He smiled to himself, and secure in the knowledge that everything was okay, moved to the telephone to call down for more booze.
As he was talking, Gloria, her head moving like a sucking piston, succeeded in making Hal shoot his globby cum into her mouth. From the way the small Hal grabbed her head, Larry had no doubts about when it was that he shot off his cum. He watched, an amused expression on his face, as Gloria hurriedly swallowed jet after jet of the hot thick cum.
Finally all shot out, Hal pulled away from the Kneeling girl and looked about him. Seeing that everyone was watching him, and how that his passion was satisfied, he had a sheepish look on his face. Protecting his contract for fifteen thousand, Larry walked over and handed him a strong drink, patting him on the back in an effort to make him feel better.
"Holy Shit," Larry began, .his voice in awe, "when you shoot a load of cum into a girl's mouth, you really make her swallow deep and long, don't you?"
Hal could only smile back at him nervously, then, grabbing the chilled drink, he gulped about half of it down. After choking slightly, he managed to look a little more relaxed. He looked at Larry appreciatively. Larry smiled back.
Gloria had gotten back to her feet, and after carefully cleaning her mouth with a clean tissue, walked over to the bar and poured herself a drink. She looked like the cat that had swallowed the whole bird.
Hoisting the glass in his direction, she smiled warmly at Hal and he grinned back shyly.
To Larry's great surprise, Burton was once more steadily fucking away in Jennifer's pussy, his attention completely centered on her. For her part, Jennifer, if Larry could read her right, was returning his fucking full force. In fact, Larry was sure that she was on the verge of shooting her cum herself.
A knock at the door indicated that the arrival of the bellboy with the liquor was imminent. At first, Larry started to take it from the bellboy at the door, then, deciding that the best thing to do would be to let him see what was going on, opened the door and let him in.
As Howie stepped in, he was careful not to show any signs of being affected by what he saw. But the truth of the matter was that he got an erection almost at once when he was treated to the sight of Jennifer getting fucked on the bed.
Although she wasn't completely undressed, her dress was up around her waist, and her carefully stockinged legs were raised high in the air, widely spread. Neither she nor Burton missed so much as one fuck stroke at the entrance of Howie.
After carefully placing the tray on the top of the bureau, serving as a temporary bar, Howie watched the screwing couple on the bed out of the comer of his eye. The unmistakable sounds of a woman getting terrific prick strokes met his ears and his erection grew even larger.
The others noticed it, too.
Jennifer was moaning louder now. In an attempt to get still more of the hard pecker inside of her twat, she had opened her legs still wider, and was thrusting her own pussy upward as hard as she could. Her eyes were shut tight.
"Oh, lover," she moaned. "Oh, fuck me, baby. Fuck me, sweeties. Ram that huge prick in me deep."
Larry felt a slight stirring in his own balls. As he saw Howie turn full face now in the direction of the fuck session on the bed, Larry's first impulse was to usher the bastard out. Thinking better of it, remembering that of all the people around a hotel it never paid to get on the bed side of, bellboys were tops, Larry merely watched and waited.
Burton, spurred on by the movements and sounds Jennifer was making, also indicated that he was ready to shoot his load. Then the two of them began thrashing about wildly on the bed, and Larry had no doubt that Jennifer was really cuming. The way she was groaning and begging Burton to fuck her harder left no doubt in his mind that it was the real thing. She wasn't pretending.
All fucked out, the two screwers collapsed into a heap, Burton on top, and Jennifer widely spread open underneath his huge body. Neither made the slightest effort to get out of each other.
Larry was aware that Howie was breathing extremely hard. Clearing his throat, he finally got his attention. He couldn't help noticing the deep flush on the bellboy's face. After he had paid him his tip, signed the check, and was leading him to the door, he decided to try a wild gamble.
What the fuck, thought Larry. The experiment could prove very interesting.
"If you'd like to, son," Larry began, then hurried on, "when you get off, bring your girl friend and join the party."
"Are you serious?" asked Howie incredulously.
"Sure, why not? What they like best is fucking, and lots of it. Do you have anything against it?"
"No, sir," replied Howie. Then he opened the door and left.
Howie had had a lot of creepy experiences happen to him when working at hotels, but this was the first time he had been invited to an honest-to-fuck orgy.
But this seemed to be the day for creepy experiences, Howie thought, remembering what had happened to him and Ada Benson earlier. Thinking of her, he remembered the invitation he had just been offered. He hurried to find her.
Burton, his prick satisfied for the time being, had sat up on the bed. Jennifer, not bothering to cover herself, lay beside him. Larry had brought them both fresh drinks, then sat down on the edge of the bed.
Gloria and Hal were sitting on the couch, Gloria's hand over his prick and Hal's hand was under her dress, exploring her pussy, something he hadn't had a chance to do yet. But his eyes were still looking in the direction of Jennifer's beautifully exposed twat, and Larry was trying to think of the best way he could rearrange the couples.
For some strange reason, although he had already completed his business with these two, and had their signed contracts in his pocket, he still didn't want them to leave. He had a strange feeling that before the night was over he could engineer a wonderful fuck orgy. That, above all else, seemed to be what he was really interested in. One thing that Larry never shied away from was a good fuck orgy.
Both Burton and Hal apparently had forgotten whatever it was that they had been pissed off at each other about. Both sat, each absorbed in his own thoughts, without saying a word. Larry decided that it was time to liven up the party a bit.
"You know something I haven't seen for a long time?" he asked to no one in particular.
Everyone turned their attention to him, obviously glad that someone was breaking the spell of silence that had descended upon the room. Without waiting for an answer, and not really expecting one, Larry went on.
"Tow pussies sucking each other off."
The two other men didn't catch on right away, but Jennifer and Gloria knew what he meant, Jennifer, her eyes showing a sparkle that Larry hadn't noticed before, expressed an obvious interest in the idea. Gloria, disliking the idea at once, curled her lips and screwed up her face.
Just then it dawned on Burton what Larry was talking about. His face lit up, and he looked first at one, then the other of the attractive girls. He licked his lips in anticipation.
"What do you say?" Larry asked, his voice a little sterner than before. It didn't really matter what they thought about it. That's what they were there for.
"It's okay by me," Jennifer answered, looking at Gloria.
"What the fuck," Gloria sighed, resigning herself to the idea. "It has been quite a while since I ate any cunny."
Gloria looked at Jennifer, her gaze hostile. Jennifer, on the other hand, looked at Gloria with a look closely resembling the look a dog has when he is near the window of a butcher shop.
Picking up a shaker of fresh martinis, he poured generous drinks into both girls' glasses, doing the same afterwards for the men. He passed by Gloria again, giving her an additional jolt. He could tell that she would need it.
The bed was cleared away and Jennifer and Gloria sat down. For a few seconds neither of the girls moved, then Jennifer took the initiative and, reaching out her hand, she cupped one of Gloria's mammoth titties. Gloria closed her eyes.
Gloria was still fully exposed, almost exactly as Burton had left her. She made no effort to conceal anything. Jennifer was still fully clothed, although her clothing was slightly disarranged from the probing inspection Hal had given her while they were sitting on the couch.
Gradually, Jennifer worked her hand downward to the soft, smooth, exposed flesh of Gloria's belly. Playfully she let her fingertips slide over the supple, yielding flesh. Gloria closed her eyelids, and her breathing became more shallow.
Three pairs of eyes watched every lewd movement Jennifer was making, their own breathing rising and falling with exact rhythm in tune to her actions. Casually Larry reached over and snapped off one of the lamps. The resultant lighting effect made the scene they were watching that much more inviting.
Jennifer's hand was now entwined in Gloria's pussy hairs, playing with them, teasing, exciting, gently pulling them. Gloria still had her eyes tightly shut, and her breathing had deepened. She was really loving what was being done to her cunny, Larry thought.
They were interrupted by a gentle knocking at the door. Careful not to interrupt the others, Larry rose and went to see who was there. He was genuinely surprised to see Betty Albright standing there in the hall. Without a moment's hesitation he pulled her into the room and shut the door.
"What's cooking?" he asked.
"I had to see you," she murmured, her eyes getting used to the darkness gradually.
"I'm glad you came," he whispered back. Slowly he led her over to the overstuffed chair he had been sitting in before. Quickly he sat down, then pulled Betty down on his lap.
Betty became aware of what was going on on the bed. Larry heard her catch her breath. He couldn't see her face too clearly in the dim light, but he could clearly see the glint in her eye. She was getting excited by the two girls on the bed, too.
Jennifer had begun taking off her clothes. Her dress lay on the bed where it had carelessly been discarded. Her body gleamed in the soft light. Her bra was not quite sufficient to cover her huge titties, nor her bikini panties enough to completely block out her red patch of pussy hair.
Gloria had cooperated completely as Jennifer had helped her to pull her dress up over head. Next her bra and panties had quickly disappeared, until finally she lay there only in her garter belt and black mesh stockings. Her legs looked so sexy and beautiful in the dark hose.
Sneaking a quick look in the direction of the two men on the couch, Larry saw that Hal had his fly open and was stroking his large prick. The big man, Burton, was too busy ogling what was happening to do anything else.
Jennifer rapidly finishing undressing herself, and soon she was as naked as Gloria. Laying down beside the younger girl, Jennifer pulled her to her and kissed her full on the mouth. At first the younger woman stiffened slightly, then she relaxed, and even returned the embrace. Larry realized that he, too, was getting horny and hot by the two sexy girls on the bed.
Betty adjusted herself on his lap so that she could reach his prick. He felt her fingers fumbling with his zipper. She soon mastered it and her hand snaked into the narrow opening and found his hard pecker. Involuntarily giving a start, Larry returned her cock strokings by letting his hand go up her dress. It didn't take him long to find his way around the elastic band of her panties and begin to rub her wet cunny.
By now the girls on the bed had switched ends. Jennifer's tongue was clearly visible as it teasingly explored the tender twat flesh on the inside of Gloria's thighs. Gloria, on the other hand, was kissing Jennifer around the thick bush of her pussy hairs, slowly lowering her head. Both girls were totally oblivious to all the other people in the room. They were both caught up in the horniness of the moment.
Faster now, Jennifer and Gloria's mouth moved closer to the throbbing pussy lips of the other. They had positioned themselves perfectly so that the spectators could have a first-rate view.
Jennifer's cunny, large and gapping, stood wide open, her blood-gorged pussy lips full, and expanded exposing the deep pink flesh inside.
Gloria's was smaller, her pussy lips, although enlarged, were not as big as Jennifer's, and the pinkness of the inner twat was of a much lighter color. Her fuck-hole muscles, tighter than the other girl's, could be seen to quiver.
Jennifer was first to make contact with her tongue to the other's super-sensitive twat membranes. At the first suck, Gloria gave a start, and raising her mouth slightly from Jennifer's cunt, uttered a low moan. Betty squeezed Larry's prick.
Jennifer's tongue flicked back and forth across the tender inner flesh repeatedly, and Gloria's low moans became more and more audible, her legs opening even more. It was clear that although she hadn't been particularly in favor of the pussy sucking in the beginning, she had now become completely immersed in it.
Gloria's own tongue now touched Jennifer's soft cunny, causing the other girl to increase her wonderful cunt sucking. Jennifer opened her legs more, so that the sucking could get even deeper in her twitching pussy.
Enjoying himself as much as he was, Larry couldn't help wishing that there were more people present. He was really in the mood for a good, old-fashioned screw orgy. He wondered where Hal had gotten off to. He was brought back to the present by Betty moving herself so as to allow him fuller access to her burning fuck-hole. She was so hot that Larry could feel the muscles of her pussy contracting wildly in an effort to pull his probing fingers deeper within her twat. He complied with her wish, sending his middle finger deeply into her cunny, Betty moaned.
The girls on the bed were now thrashing around crazily. Both of them were tonguing the other with ever-increasing pressure, and the sounds of joy coming from them were steadily getting louder.
Gloria was the first to shoot her cum. Opening her legs wide, she rapidly thrust her hips upward to make firmer contact with Jennifer's hot tongue. The muted sounds of her passionate orgasm left no doubt in the minds of the audience as to whether or not her cum was for real.
The way in which Jennifer was gulping down the globby white cum convinced Larry that she truly must be a latent lesbian.
Then Jennifer herself was thrashing about wildly, plunging her hips forward violently so that Gloria could make her cum.
Gloria's lovely throat was working furiously, but still some of the white colored semen escaped from around the corners of her mouth. Both girls were so intent on what they were doing that neither paid the slightest amount of attention to those watching. Their shooting of their cums was carefree and intense, and completely natural.
Betty's pussy was hot and soaking wet. Larry could feel what seemed to be some twat juice running down the insides of his hand. The horny whore is shooting her cum load, he thought to himself. One look at her face erased any doubts that he might have had.
Betty's eyes were shut tight, too. Her breathing was deep, labored, and noisy. Seeing that she was indeed shooting her load, Larry increased the fierce speed with which he was finger-fucking her.
Just then he became aware that the men on the couch had also become aware of Betty's presence. Also, they could clearly see that Larry was finger-fucking her. Now that the cunt sucking show on the bed was coming to an end, Larry wished even more that there had been more people present. He couldn't help feeling a little uneasy about someone else watching his screw session and Betty's.
Fortunately, Hal decided at that moment that he had played the spectator role long enough. Without saying a word, he suddenly stood up, dropped his trousers, and advanced toward the two exhausted girls on the bed.
Having finished with their mutual pussy sucking in their 69 position, both were laying side by side, exhausted. Jennifer was the first to see Hal approaching. Although she would have preferred to be left alone until she had rested for a few minutes, she nonetheless turned her attentions to the swaggering Hal.
Hal, however, had other ideas. Although Jennifer hadn't sucked him off yet, Hal was more interested in Gloria who had. Her eyes still closed, Gloria was completely unaware of him. Even when he touched her lightly on the arm, she only moaned slightly, thinking that it was Jennifer.
Hal's voice startled her out of her reverie, however. Opening her eyes, she looked directly up into his face, and seeing that he didn't have any pants on, she smiled at him. He tried to return the smile, but it only came out as a slightly sardonic, twisted grin.
Jennifer realized that Hal probably wanted to fuck Gloria and moved away slightly. She couldn't help a slight trace of annoyed envy in the glance she cast at Gloria. After all, it had been she who had so thoroughly satisfied Hal, hadn't it?
Hal, horny and highly excited didn't even notice Jennifer. The only thing in his numbed mind at the present was sinking his already huge prick into the hot, flooding cunt that lay widely exposed for all to see.
. Without any pre-fuck lovemaking whatsoever, Hal simply lowered himself onto Gloria's body. She grasped his hard pecker and expertly guided it into her moist fuck-hole.
Jennifer was doubly annoyed at seeing this. The whore liked getting fucked from any source, she thought to herself.
Hal's prick was deeply into Gloria's twat now, and fucking away furiously. Both seemed completely oblivious to anyone around them. From the way Hal was screwing his dong into Gloria's pussy, she knew it wouldn't take long for him to shoot off his load in her.
Having finished her own climax, and feeling Larry's cock rock hard in her hand, Betty quickly moved off his lap and knelt in front of him. Without waiting for him to say anything at all, she popped his prick into the warmth of her mouth and sucked hungrily on it. A muted groan of ecstasy escaped from his lips.
Burton, completely absorbed in all the fuck action going on around him, could only sit and stare. He had been coming to trade shows for a number of years and this was the first real fuck orgy he had ever witnessed.
It suddenly dawned on him that he didn't just have to witness it. After all, he was an invited guest, wasn't he? A beautiful, red-headed, naked woman was sitting on the bed, doing absolutely nothing. If there was anything Burton hated to see, it was a beautiful cunny going to waste.
Just then he caught her eye. She smiled at him and moved towards him instantly when he motioned to her. His large cock, already half hard, instantly gained full erection.
He had already fucked Jennifer twice. Now her pussy was waiting for his prick to plunge in it again.
Holy Christ, thought Burton to himself. That Larry Kent guy was all right. He sure as hell knew how to take care of his clients.
He cast one brief glance in the direction of Larry and Betty, and he felt his prick give an involuntary jerk at the sight of Betty sucking lustily away at Larry's prick.
While Jennifer was moving towards him, he quickly stood up and began undressing.
What the hell, he thought. He could enjoy himself a fuck of a lot more without all that clothing on.
His pecker jutted out in front of him, seeming, even to him, to be larger than usual. Jennifer also noticed that his whang seemed bigger than she remembered it being before, while she had been fucking him. The guy was really getting turned on by the orgy.
When she reached him, she kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue probing deeply into his mouth. Then she pulled her hot mouth away from his, but with her tongue she began kissing him on neck and ears.
Gradually Jennifer worked her way down over his neck and shoulders. At his chest, she let the tip of her tongue play teasingly over his nipples, which were already hard.
A low sigh uttered from his mouth, and she could hear his breathing, deep, harsh, and rigorous in his chest. Jennifer smiled to her own satisfaction. She would fuck this guy like he had never been fucked before.
She could feel the muscles of his huge belly quivering uncontrollably as her tongue glided across it. Once she reached the uppermost part of his cock hair, Burton reached for her head, pulling her into him frantically. It was obvious to Jennifer that he was so hot he would shoot his cum almost at once.
Just then, she heard the unmistakable sounds of Larry shooting his cum. From the corner of her eye she could see him thrusting his prick upward into Betty's face.
The girl seemed to be really eating his huge prick.
Jennifer wondered who she was. She hadn't seen her whoring at any of the hotels Jennifer herself usually worked. She must be a new girl from out of town, she thought. Although it bothered her that a new prostitute was getting in on some of the fuck action, she adopted a "so what" attitude toward it. After all, she was getting paid regardless of how many other whores were involved.
Still, the other girl seemed to be enjoying her work a little too much to suit Jennifer.
As Jennifer's lips finally closed over the head of Burton's prick, he groaned very loudly, highly excited from all the expert teasing he had received from her educated tongue.
As Jennifer had anticipated, she had given his pecker only a few half-hearted sucks when he grasped her tightly around the head and pulled her into him, burying his whang deeper and deeper into her mouth. She could feel the head of it touching the very walls of her throat. She toyed with the idea of pulling back a little so that his cum wouldn't gush down her throat. But she felt good, so she just remained as she was and let him shoot spurt after spurt of the hot sperm load into her throat. She gulped and gulped at the gooey fluid jetting down her throat.
She was momentarily distracted from swallowing the heavy cum load by a loud shout from the bed. Hal was jamming his prick into Gloria's cunt viciously, and there was no doubt that he was shooting his sperm also. Gloria's legs spread wide, and wrapped seductively around his waist, shoving up to meet his every prick thrust.
At last Burton rammed his dong forward once more then held still, his globby cum spilling out of him to the last drop. Gloria hugged him close to her, milking his huge prick with her contracting pussy muscles.
When she felt that she had gotten the last cum drop there was to get, she relaxed a little, and just lay there. Hal remained on top of her, panting hard.
His own hot sperm now deep into Betty's belly, Larry was fast regaining his balance. Looking about him, he saw that the others were also through, at least for the time being. He knew that it would be a while before they would be ready to have another fuck orgy. First he would fix them a few drinks, then he would try and round up some more people.
He had already made up his mind that he was in the mood for a good old-fashioned fuck spree. The sight of the others in the room had excited him so much that he didn't really care much whether he got any orders for swimsuits out of the deal or not. He already had two signed contracts, and by the time he finished filling in the blank spaces, he would have over enough to justify whatever the expense vouchers he might turn in. He knew that the president of his company wouldn't complain about it.
Besides, there was a very good chance that some of the other women's wear buyers would come across with some lucrative orders, too. After all, not everyone had an opportunity to attend a real fuck orgy. And that was exactly what Larry planned on having, a real, free-for-all fuck orgy, even if it meant hiring all the whores in town, and renting the hotel's ballroom.
Larry was going to put on a show that this hotel, and his clients would remember forever.
CHAPTER SIX
After leaving Larry's suite, Howie hung around outside until his hard-on went down, then took the elevator downstairs to where Ada Benson was working on her accounting books. He waited until Barbara went to the john, then explained to Ada about the sex party in Larry's suit.
Ada Benson was upset to think that Howie would even suggest to her that she attend a sex party. And from the way he described it, it was a real orgy, and right her at the hotel! She wondered if she shouldn't tell Mr. Jenkins about it.
Calmly, Howie went back over the whole story about what was happening in Suite 10020, and she began remembering the fuck they had in the employee's lounge, she cooled off slightly.
Howie himself became a little touchy at her attitude, reminding her that he wasn't suggesting anything that wrong. Besides, he pointed out, both of them enjoyed fucking, and the idea of getting a lot of fucking in, plus having one hell of a good time in the process wasn't exactly the worst idea he could think of.
Hesitating at first, then feeling in the mood for a little fun and a lot of fucking, Ada finally agreed; She would close for the night shortly and Howie promised that he would make arrangements to get off a little earlier than usual, and would meet her in front of the elevators. She promised to be there, and Howie whistled happily as he walked away.
Barry Walters, after leaving Larry, Jennifer and Gloria in Larry's suite, had gone back to his own room to freshen up. He knew he was feeling the effects of the liquor a little too much.
After a cold shower and a fresh change of clothes, he felt better. He went to the cocktail lounge and looked around for Larry who was nowhere to be found.
Barry knew that that meant his friend probably had a customer up in the fucking suite, and that the guy was getting the royal cunt treatment. So he sat down at the bar and had a drink, while he thought over the relationship he had with the other man.
He genuinely liked Larry. The man had never tried to approach him like most other trade show salesmen did. The man was versatile. He could give the fuck ups what they wanted, or he could play it straight as he did with him. Barry sincerely hoped that Larry would make good at the women's apparel show. The trade needed more men like him.
It was with that min mind that he overheard the conversation of the two men seated beside him. Both men were women's wear buyers, and from the drift of their conversation, Barry decided that this was their first trip to a trade show. They hadn't been ruined yet.
Introducing himself, he led the conversation around to some of the extras that women's wear buyers could get, if they were of a mind to. Both men listened to him eagerly.
They definitely were in the fuck up class. But, they could still sign contracts, and that was what his friend Larry was there for.
Telling them briefly about a friend of his who could fix them up with anything they desired, he promised to put them in touch with Larry. Both men hot and horny as hell, eagerly made him repeat the promise before they left to go to their rooms.
After they had left, a woman seated herself on the stool next to Barry. Without any hesitation, she introduced herself as a member of the trade show also, then went right into what she had on her mind.
Briefly, she bemoaned the fact that men at the trade show, in exchange for signing on the dotted line, could get just about anything they wanted. On the other hand, women buyers couldn't get any of the so-called extras, that she had heard Barry telling the other two buyers about. He was openly surprised at her direct approach.
The well-built blonde was far from being a Marilyn Monroe. She would, however, make a sexy appearance to anyone who met her.
In her early thirties, she was of medium height, weight, and build. Her legs were shapely, and nice looking and it didn't look as if she had to wear a girdle.
All in all, Barry had to admit that he would probably have been willing to pick her up and take her to his room for a fuck. For that reason, he openly expressed his amazement that she seemed to be having any trouble getting what she wanted, that is, if they were talking about the same thing.
"It's possible we're not talking about the same thing," she replied, looking him over.
"Then why don't you set me straight?" asked Barry. "Give me the poop."
"Well, to put it simply," she replied, "you men can go out and have an orgy and no one thinks anything of it. In fact, you brag about it. But if a girl wants to do the same thing, well . ... I don't think I have to explain any further, do I?"
"Well, I guess that I have to agree with you, now that you mention it. By the way, my name is Barry."
"I'm glad that you agree. Now, since I am, after all, a women's wear buyer, and you promised to fix two of my cohorts up with a good time, how about doing the same for me? Don't forget, I can sign contracts, too."
Giving the matter only a second's consideration, Barry himself anxious to have a fuck from this aggressive cunt, he agreed.
What the hell, he thought. Like she said, she could sign on the dotted line, too. In fact, he probably owed Larry this much of a favor.
Barry couldn't help smiling to himself as he thought about the look on his friend's face when he told him what the deal was. He'll probably piss his pants Barry reflected gleefully.
Quickly finishing his drink, Barry took the blonde by the arm and steered her out of the bar. Once outside and by the elevators, he realized that he didn't even know her name.
She told him that it was Sharon Courtwright, and that she was originally from London. Barry wondered where she got that accent.
Well, thought Barry to himself, you know what they say about those English birds.
He felt stirrings within his balls as he watched her ass wiggle as she preceded him into the elevator. He could hardly wait to get into her cunny.
When they tapped on the door of Larry's suite, it opened almost immediately. Larry was standing there, and from the way he looked, Barry surmised that he probably had just been planning on going down to the bar to get some new clients.
He looked pleased to see his friend.
"I brought some new stuff along," Barry said, at the same time guiding Sharon into the room. Larry's face lit up as he looked at her sexy body.
"In fact, it's pretty good stuff," Barry hastened to add, trying to keep Larry from goofing. He would be better off knowing that Sharon was a women's wear buyer, as well as a prospective fuck partner.
When Barry had explained the whole deal to Larry, he became really and happily surprised. Sharon, a veiled look covering her smoky gray eyes, merely stood by and listened, glancing about the room curiously.
She took in the undressed, and partially dressed people in the room. The women were all younger than herself, but that didn't bother Sharon. She knew that she could hold her own with any woman. There were a few tricks she knew that make any over-sexed woman hang her head in shame.
From everything she saw, the fuck party was already well into the first phase. None of the men present particularly interested her, with the exception of Barry and Larry.
Also, she found herself vaguely attracted to the tall, red haired girl, whom she was to find out was named Jennifer. But she hadn't planned on trying out any lesbian action. Most Americans didn't got for that too much.
No, instead she was more interested in a hot fuck session. She wanted to shoot off all the deep frustrations that had been building within her pussy ever since she had first come to this country a few years ago. Strong business women weren't generally too well received by the majority of the male community here in the United States.
That face she had learned the hard way, when she had had to change jobs shortly after she had arrived because of the talk that was going on about her being such an easy fuck.
Larry turned to the new blonde woman, and giving her his best salesmanship smile, took her by the arm and escorted her over to the bar. She returned his smile, and felt her temperature rising slightly at the touch of the handsome Larry's hand on her bare arm.
Barry, in the meantime, had just caught sight of Betty for the first time. He had never seen her before, and after introducing himself, he looked her up and down, scrutinizing her openly. She returned his inspection tit for tat. They would get on beautifully, Barry decided.
Larry started off talking a little business with Sharon, who abruptly cut him off. She was willing to do business, she said candidly, and on the same basis as her male counterparts, but she wanted some of the same extras that they got. If she was satisfied, she'd be happy to look at his line of, ah, swimwear. She winked a knowing look in her eye.
Larry, unused to such bluntly stated propositions, could only stare at her. Recovering himself, he smiled, then boldly reached out his hand and cupped her large titty. She didn't move and allowed him to thoroughly feel her big booby.
"Do I pass inspection?" she asked Larry.
"With flying colors," he replied. "In fact, just the very thought of fucking you has already given me a hard-on."
Without the slightest hesitation, Sharon reached her hand down and felt his pecker, to make sure he was telling the truth. She was pleased when her hand met with hard, hot, throbbing prick, and the expression on her face relayed this message to Larry.
"Let's fuck!" he said.
Sharon squeezed his hard pecker affectionately, letting her joy at getting screwed show through her tight hand-squeeze.
All the others in the room were standing about talking, occasionally sipping a drink. No one paid any particular attention to the pair as they threaded their way through them, and found the bed.
Out of the comer of her eye, Betty saw Larry with the new girl, and although their fucking had never had any permanent attachments to it, she nonetheless felt a slight stirring of jealousy.
All right, Larry Kent, she thought. I can play that game, too. She turned back to Barry Walters, and gave him her complete attention.
Barry was obviously taken with Betty's lovely face and body. She knew it wouldn't take much to get him to fuck her right on the floor standing up. The more Betty thought about that, the more the idea appealed to her. She immediately began brushing up against him, making him aroused, excited.
Barry Walters, was completely taken with Betty Albright. She was one of the most attractive women he had ever seen. The thought of fucking her cunt strongly appealed to him, although he hadn't really thought about fucking right where they stood. He didn't give Betty credit for being as resourceful as she really was. Betty, however, would take care of that, she'd fuck the balls off him.
Once they had reached the bed, Larry had taken over completely. Sharon was aggressive, it was true, but when it came right down to it, she like most women, enjoyed being made love to, rather than them making love, in the beginning. Once she became a little more familiar with Larry she would gladly help direct the attention.
Larry had played with Sharon's large titties on the way over to the bed, and even through her blouse and bra he felt her nipples becoming hard with desire. There was a tightness about the corners of her mouth that Larry had seen before.
Once they reached the bed, Larry quickly undressed her, taking off her blouse and skirt in swift, practiced motion.
As she stood in her panties, bra, garter belt, and stockings, Larry expertly ran his hands over her luscious body, feeling the gentle curves and contours. He was becoming very excited. Sharon's breathing became harsher and deeper.
Reaching behind her, Larry quickly unsnapped her bra and let her massive boobies fall free. They were large, and stood well by themselves, pointing directly at him. The nipples quivered as he let his fingertips stroke the tops and undersides of her smooth titties.
Next, in a quick downward sweep, Larry separated her from her panties. Once they hung about her ankles, Sharon cooperated by stepping nimbly out of them.
Now she stood before him completely naked, except for her garter belt and stockings, which Larry decided to leave in place. They seemed to add something to her appearance, which, to say the least, was very sexy. Sharon, a natural blonde, was golden brown, the result of several weekends on the beaches of Long Island. The deep tan offset the sparkling gleam of her honey blonde pussy hair around her cunny, giving her an angelic look that was captivating.
Tiring of the passive, womanly role she had assumed, Sharon next reached out and Larry found the top of his trousers soon unzipped. They fell to his ankles. His prick swelled his jockey shorts painfully, a fact not lost on Sharon, whose gaze seemed riveted to the prick bulge.
Larry's shirt and tie soon were discarded in a careless heap on the floor, although he had put them on only a short time before when he decided to go to the bar in search of clients. In no time at all, both Sharon and Larry clad only in shorts and in garter belt and stockings.
In one swoop, Sharon liberated Larry of his shorts. His prick stood beautifully, pointing directly at the light colored bush of her cunny. Sharon's tongue licked hungrily over her dry lips. She was pleased with the huge prick she saw.
Grasping her by the shoulders, Larry pushed her back onto the bed, and without waiting for any further love play, he began shoving his monstrous prick at her twat.
Sharon, although she would have preferred a little more playing around before she felt his pecker being stuck in her pussy, was nonetheless hot enough already. She marvelled at the deep, warm moistness of her own hot cunny. She was hotter and more passionate than she thought she had been, she realized.
This cunt he'd never let get away from him. Even Betty didn't do things to him that this English pussy did. She was his style and he'd make sure she remained his fuck partner for quite a while.
Barry was thinking the very same thing about Betty. He gently helped her up from the floor and drew her towards the bar. He grabbed her clothes and helped her to dress, then fixed her a drink.
"What say we blow this place shortly. I only have a room but it's quiet and we can talk and ..."
"Fuck?" Betty said shyly. "I'd love to, and the sooner the better." She liked this handsome Barry Walters. There was something trustworthy and sincere about him that she had found lacking in Larry Kent. Why, she thought suddenly, he's the kind of man I could marry!
Betty glimpsed over on the bed where Larry and Sharon had apparently just finished shooting off their orgasms. Larry was kissing the English broad in a tender fashion that told Betty that he, too, had found his mate. Betty felt relieved, happy that she had found Barry Walters, happy that Larry had found Sharon Courtwright.
Betty and Barry threaded their way through the thickening crowd. She never had seen so many naked people at one time, the men's pricks all sizes and lengths, with various colored pussies ready to be rammed or in the process of being fucked. She was glad she was leaving with Barry.
Near the door, she saw Ada Benson and Howie, the bellboy, screwing away like mad, Ada's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open, as Howie plunged his naked prick in her cunny. The hypocritical whore, Betty thought, Ada with her holier than-thou attitude of a few hours ago! What a laugh!
As they walked down the hall, arms entwined, they saw even more people, mostly drunk, heading for Larry Kent's suite. The word had spread fast there was an honest-to-God screw orgy happening in Suite 10020, and everyone wanted to be in on it.
"What a way to make a living," Barry said ruefully. "I just hope Larry gets enough orders to justify this madness! It could make or break him. I hope it makes him."
Betty wasn't so sure, however. As they stepped into the elevator, she saw Ken Jenkins and five security guards heading for Larry's suite from the other direction. Betty sighed. Knowing Ken Jenkins as she did, she was very much afraid that Larry would be broken.
