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 Dear Steven,

   I know you list your stories as PETTYBOX, but always think of you as
Steven in my fantasies, so I will keep it that way.  I first read your
Steven "Sig" Grayson stories when I was away from my home.  I work in sales
and spend 2 or 3 nights a week away and I began getting horny almost the
first night I spent in a hotel away and alone.  I love your perspective and
style of erotic writing only because you don't get off the path of reality.
Everything is feasible, where so many other writers deal with deep kinks,
future worlds and TV fantasies.  I prefer a story that I can put myself
into.

   Although I don't know how old you are or what you look like, when I read
you I hear a voice in my ear and that IS you.  I realize it is only
perceived, but that sexy voice has driven me crazy on many nights.

   In the past 18 months or so I've become somewhat of a bad girl when I
leave town.  When I turned 29 and began to think about 30 I decided it was
time to add excitement to my life.  I broke up with my boyfriend and room
mate of 7 years and decided to look for one of the true loves you always
write about.  In a short time I realized that I already had that love and
went back with my boyfriend.  My Tucker (not his name) was and is my life
mate, but he just doesn't bring me the unbridled sexual excitement I
fantasize about.  I love Tucker and I know if he knew about my secret life
it would break his heart and end us.  But, I'm fairly certain that I'm not
bringing STD's or disease home and I really enjoy my double life and it has
made my life with Tucker more fulfilling.

   I would like to write to you and tell you about this obsession of mine
just to put it out there.  I know there are a lot of women like me who get
the same urges and wants.  They might think they are abnormal, or sluts or
whores, but I don't think so.  The urges they have, I am sure, are normal
and even healthy.

   If I write my story to you would you write it into one of your erotic
pieces?

   Love, Pamela

   Dear Pamela,

   Thank you for your "fan" letter.  I'm flattered by the effect my stories
have had on you.  I just write them as an outlet to pass the time and break
writers block from my real writing job.  I wish they were edited better,
but I try to mask my real writing style so if I ever become a well known
author these pieces won't haunt me.  If it makes you feel any better, I do
have a low, somewhat husky, voice.  But, I'm not a good aloud reader, so
keep your fantasy if it makes you happy.

   If you choose to write to me, or submit a piece to one of the posting
sites, I would be happy to read it.  Choose a pen name and submit it on
your own, you don't need me as an outlet.

   Good Luck, and please be careful out there.

   Petty (Steven)

   Dear Steven,

   I would really prefer to have you write my story into one of yours, but
apparently that idea didn't interest you.  However I would prefer to just
send it to you and have you read it.  Maybe someday it will inspire a
character for you.  I will send it along soon.  Just let me know you got it
and read it.

   Love, Pamela

   Dear Pamela,

   Developing characters for the stories is usually easy, most of them are
real people I know or know of.  It helps my perception and keeps reality at
hand.

   If you write to me I will read it and if it seems appropriate I will
post it for you with credit given to "Pamela", unless you want to change
that.  You have piqued my interest.  If I edit it I will not change the
salient points you want to make.  I can't say how long it may take to find
the time to do this, but I won't forget you.

   Petty ( Steven)

   Pamela's Story

   My name is Pamela and I demonstrate and sell software to large
corporations in the communications business.  You would be hard pressed to
get through a day without seeing or hearing something that my company
didn't have something to do with the production of.

   This sales incarnation of myself began about 6 years ago right after I
moved in with my boyfriend Tucker.  I never thought we would live together,
but with being out of town 2 or 3, sometimes, but rarely 4 nights a week,
it made sense.  I've socked the potential rent money away each month with
few omissions.  It sounds silly, but if Tucker and I ever get married, my
savings will be the down payment on our dream house, my "dowry".

   Tucker and I always had a good sex life where we were happy and but not
too experimental.  For the first few years of being away each week, coming
home was always something to look forward to.  You see, from the beginning
of being on the road each night I would lie in bed and masturbate about
Tucker, then about fantasy guys, and then when hotels began to regularly
have hook-ups for laptops I began reading erotic stories online.  I would
lie in bed with the laptop next to me.  By the time I got home I was pretty
well ready for the real thing.

   When I turned 29 I realized that the gates of 30 were close and I was
still unmarried, although in love in a committed relationship, and still
jerking off to stories when I should be living some of those fantasies.  I
felt I was doing something that teenage girls did and there must be
something more out there.

   The thought of having an affair excited me, but to tell you the truth,
getting down to opening my legs for another mans penis always stopped me.
Tucker and I are good together and if we ever wanted children, and I still
do, I thought it was unwise.  In addition, I was afraid of palimony laws in
my state.  If I were to be caught through pregnancy or STD, I stood to lose
a lot if Tucker wanted to be vindictive.  He could never live at our
standard of living on his salary alone, I could.

   Before I met Tucker, since about my senior year in high school right up
through college, I was a bit wild, sex wise.  I didn't screw every guy I
ever dated, but any that tried hard enough would at least get a blow job.
Intercourse sex was something I reserved for special guys that meant
something to me.  I was sorting though guys to find a husband and once he
met a certain criteria, we screwed.  If I felt a guy had a chance but
needed a reason to stick around, I wasn't shy about oral sex.  It was easy
enough, guys loved it, and it didn't require a motel room.  Of course, the
best thing was it usually meant I got the same thing back, when I wanted
it. But I wouldn't get undressed that far for someone who "might" not be a
screwing candidate.  Many times I was happy to just do the deed, which was
somewhat fulfilling, and then go home and finish myself off.

   Incredibly, Tucker was not a big fan of getting blowjobs.  He's a bit
anal retentive and the thought of putting your mouth where someone pisses
was off putting to him.  So any oral endeavors we had were either in or
right after a shower or bath.  Once he accidentally came in my mouth and I
"accidentally" swallowed it.  He was ready to get me the Ipecac syrup,
fearing I might become sick from it.  If he knew how many loads of sperm I
swallowed before him, he would have left me for sure.  But, that was my
business and our sex life was "our" sex life and I liked it, overall.

   One night in Madison Wisconsin I was lying in bed reading a story from
one of my favorite erotic authors.  The story dealt with lots this
particular woman's obsession with sucking her man's cock.  As I read it I
thought about how I felt the same way.  I loved the animal smell of a man's
genitals; that hint of sweat mixed with the last drops of urine.  As
unlikely as it sounds, that odor cocktail always flared my nose and made me
look forward to the pungent first taste in my mouth as my tongue licked the
tip.  Then as I got more and more of it in my mouth I kept getting that
same taste until I licked all that off and then just smelled his wiry
haired patch each time I went down over him with my mouth.  It was usually
about this time that I got my first taste of his pre-ejaculate.  Those
sweet clear little droplets were like a drug to me.  Once I tasted
pre-come, I knew I wanted him to come in my mouth.  Knowing I was driving
him crazy and he had no control once he got to a certain point made me all
powerful.  If I could sense it, and I was always pretty good, I would
hollow my mouth for his first shot of sperm.  When they can "blast" that
first shot it's probably half the pleasure of their orgasm.  If you're
sucking hard with your tongue over the little hole, it thwarts that blast
that seems to open the urethra for more goodies.

   Letting that first shot fly in your mouth and then sucking down hard in
him just about gives him a stroke.  It's the key to a good blowjob and not
all women know this.

   So, after playing all of this out in my mind I looked at the clock and
saw it was almost 10 p.m.  I remembered in talking to the desk clerk at the
Crowne Plaza that he suggested the lounge for a little late night fun.  I
was Thursday, Karaoke Night, and he planned on going in at the end of his
shift at ten.  He was cute and I admired his tight ass when he turned
around to get my messages.  I was also well aware that he checked out my
boobs as I signed in, and watched my walk-away when I went to the
elevators. There was a definite flirt in his voice when he said I might
enjoy the Karaoke.  I'm good looking enough to be used to this, but it's
always an ego boost.

   I really thought about pulling down his zipper, fantasizing that he was
the man handling my boobs as I fumbled at his pants, and it was all I
needed.  I got up and put on my one "relaxation" outfit I brought, a tank
top and tight pair of jeans.  I fixed my hair after being tied up all day
and let my auburn hair down.  Just for old times sake I thought I might see
if I still had what it took to get a guy to do what I wanted with me in
control.

   By the time I got to the lounge it was only mildly crowded but there
were plenty of tables near the microphone and I sat down and pulled out the
other chair to make it look like I might be there with someone.  I was
unsure about being open to be hit on, but if this clerk were to, I sort of
"knew" him and knew where he worked and could be pretty sure no funny stuff
would go on, especially where he worked.  The DJ played a few songs and I
was happy it wasn't too loud.  They were obviously trying to keep low
profile clientele there for a good time.  There was a basket where
potential singers would drop their song requests and name for a call to the
stage.  The first name was called and an older woman with a pretty good
voice sang "Walking on Sunshine".  She shook her ass like she was selling
herself and got a nice hand.  Then the DJ pulled up the next one and
smiled.

   "Our own Brian wants to sing "I can't fight this feeling", the REO
song."

   Now I knew his name and half way through his song he noticed me and
smiled at me.  He WAS cute and maybe 24-25.  Once again he looked at me
like he had never seen boobs before.  Without a bra I sit up there pretty
good and when he smiled I felt my nipples harden and I knew I made the
connection.  Whether he had the balls to follow up was another story, after
all, he WAS in a Karaoke bar where he worked instead of home with a
girlfriend or out at a players club.  After the song he gave me another
look and smile and headed back to his seat at the bar.  I fully expected a
drink to be sent over but nothing happened.  Twenty minutes and 4 or 5
singers later they called Brian back up to sing another old song, "You're
Kiss in on My List" by Hall and Oates.

   He sang the whole song right to me, it seemed.  If it were appropriate I
would have had my hand down my pants to relieve the itch he was causing. 
But, after finishing he winked at me and went to the bar.  I was
devastated.

   When the waitress came over I ordered a second dink and told her to get
Brian whatever was he was drinking.  She leaned low and whispered, "He
can't accept that because he works here and you're a guest, but I'll tell
him."

   She went to the bar and got my drink and stopped to whisper something to
Brian.  When I got my drink I looked at him and he raised his beer glass. I
knew I made a connection, although a small one.  A half hour later he was
up singing another oldie, "He don't love you like I love you" and again he
sang it right to me.  Upon finishing he winked and looked to the door and
went out to the lobby.

   "Well, here goes!" I thought to myself as I left a tip and gathered my
purse and headed for the door.  Once in the vestibule of the restaurant and
lounge I didn't see him at first but he called out my name.

   "Pamela, over here." He called from just inside the closed restaurant.

   I turned and went over by him and he smiled and said he couldn't really
do anything on premises with a guest, and would I like to leave.  That
would be breaking the first rule I made for myself and told him I could
not. I boldly told him he could come to my room, and that was the only way
he could meet me.

   He told me he couldn't do that and he was sorry.  I told him I was sorry
as well and started back to my room, disappointed.  Maybe some other night
I might get the guts to try this again.  The moment had passed as
disappointment killed my horniness.  My door was just clicking shut when I
heard some one or something hit it.

   "Pamela!  Open or I'm caught!" I heard through the door.

   Instinctively I opened it, probably because I heard my name.

   "I ran up the hall behind the security camera sweep.  It's an old trick
to get to rooms around the cameras.  I only had 2 seconds left." Brian
said.

   He began to explain how the 5 cameras on the floor swept the elevator
lobby, snack and ice areas, the stairwells and both ends of the hall.  I
stopped him as I didn't care and was really having second thoughts on my
original idea.

   "I'm not sure if my original invitation is open, the a...  "moment"...
may have passed." I told him.

   Brian looked disappointed but perplexed.

   "I...  a...  "thought" we had a connection.  Can I see you the next time
you come through?"

   "It was only sex Brian.  I can't get involved.  Don't think too much of
me."

   "Oh.  I knew you checked out my butt when I turned to get your messages,
you know in the mirror." Brian recalled.

   "...  and you did the same to me when I walked away, I saw that in the
other mirror." I said with a laugh, "And you looked down my blouse when I
signed in too."

   The honesty and sexual innuendo levity began to relight my flame as
Brian turned around towards the door.

   "You still have a cute ass." I said with a smirk as he turned back.

   "You still have a cute everything." Brian said as he boldly approached
me and leaned his face in to kiss me.

   Something in me wanted to push him away but his manly smell drew me in
as I kissed him back.  Before I knew it he was kissing me again and again.
I threw my arms around him and pulled him close.  I moved my hands down his
back and grabbed his ass.  It was the invitation he needed as he grabbed
both of my butt cheeks and squeezed.  My fire was lit.

   Necking with him was quite delightful and I was starting to get a fire
started down below, but my intention was to oral him and nothing more.  As
our tongues entwined I was opening up more and more to letting him eat my
cookie if he would settle for that if I got to suck him.

   "Brian," I said pulling back from him, "let's understand what this is
before we go any further.  You aren't going to bed me down.  In plain
words, you aren't fucking me.  I want to play and I'm going to make you
real happy."

   With a smile on my face I began to go to my knees and I pressed my face
into his crotch, kissing the front of his pants.  I looked up at him and
saw a surprised, but happy look on his face.  With my eyes riveted to his I
began to undo his belt, then the clasp on his pants.  When I found the tab
on his zipper I slid it down as I asked myself the age old question, boxers
or briefs.

   He wore silk briefs and was beginning to get hard already.  I reached
into the front slash and found his cock and pulled it out.  He looked like
he might be about the same size as Tucker and was circumcised.  I prefer
uncut men, they just have more taste and are more sensitive around the
head, but Brian was fine.  I held him tightly in my hand and pushed my face
into the right side of his shorts beside his cock and then the left,
inhaling deeply each time.  The smell lit my fire, the fact I was doing
something really naughty fanned my flames even more.  I touched my tongue
where the base of his shaft came out of his shorts and licked a line to the
tip.  I looked up at him and laid the head on my tongue and closed my mouth
over it.

   I was in heaven!  That manly taste and a little salty / stale urine
aftertaste filled my mouth while its aroma filled my nostrils.  I pushed my
head over him as deep as I could go and sucked back hard.  I repeated that
five or six times and then just played around the head with my tongue. 
Then I got down to business and put my hand around him and began to bob up
and down in pace with my hand stroking.

   He moaned like I remember guys moaning in high school and college.  They
knew they were going to get off and a pretty mouth was going to do it for
them.  God, I loved sucking this mans cock.  Brian, who only had to show
his backside and give me an ocular once over, was the perfect candidate for
my try at a tawdry oral affair.  The smell, the taste, feel of him in my
mouth made it everything I wanted.

   I was just getting into the feel of the whole thing when he pulled back
from me.

   "Let me see those beautiful tits and great ass of yours.  Two can play
this game and I would love to eat you." Brian said with a sexy whisper.

   I swore to myself I wouldn't do this, but my pussy was running like a
faucet.  I fell back and sat in my heels and pulled my tank top from my
jeans and took it over my head.  He gasped at the sight of my beauties,
which I'm so proud of.  I stood up to undo my jeans and he reached out to
do it for me.  He ran his hands over the entire of my ass and legs removing
my tight denim cover.  As I stepped out of my jeans I quickly sat on the
edge of the bed and took him into my mouth again and I slipped my lips over
him a few times.

   Then I fell back and said, "Show me how you want it!".

   Brian was an expert pussy eater and drove me over the edge fast.  He
tried to pull off my panties, but I insisted they stay on.  I held aside
the front of my thong and he took a quick hint.  My patch was thick, but
trimmed low around my lips.  I hadn't shaved for the bikini season yet, or
else I normally have just a "goatee" or shave it all off.  He rubbed his
nose in the patch and his tongue quickly found my clit.  I worried I wasn't
as fresh as I might like to be because he only licked and sucked my clit
and left the rest of me alone, but his efforts had me shivering and shaking
in just a few minutes, but I must admit part of that was the anticipation
of finishing him with my mouth.  God Bless my Tucker, but the smell and
taste of a naturally scented crotch of a man made me insane.

   Once my orgasm cycle began and started to huff and puff with my little
screams (that also drive my Tucker wild) I held Brian's face tight to my
clit until my last orgasm really wrenched me out.  I wanted to lay back and
hold my pussy, but I wanted that cock back in my mouth so I could feel it
jump and swell in my mouth until it came.  I hadn't tasted a mans sperm in
a long while and I was short of breath in anticipation thinking about it.

   I sat up and met Brian face to face.

   "Are you sure you don't want to get fucked?  I have condoms."

   I was sort of proud of myself when the thought of any other man making
love to me soured my stomach.  To justify how bad and filthy I had been
tonight, I still wanted to remain pussy-true to Tucker and that made all my
rationalizations fit in my morality.

   "No way, let me suck you until you come", were words he certainly
understood as he quickly stood up before me.

   I gobbled his cock with its messy pre-cum all over it's not so fully
hard state.

   In my mouth I loved the preview taste of what I was going to get as he
turned rock hard in the matter of a few seconds.  I truly love sucking cock
and I was so happy I was doing this no matter how naughty, slutty or
two-timing it seemed.  This was sex I truly enjoyed for the sex of it. 
There was no love involved, just the animal feel of it all.  I really felt
like a complete woman.

   With one hand holding his ass the other was wrapped around his cock
stroking it as I matched movements with my mouth.  The hand on his butt let
me know when he was beginning to flex up his orgasm and prepare to come. 
My hand was just tight enough around him without really squeezing him to
feel when he was ready.  His balls already looked tight so I knew his load
was already gone from his sack and was working its way to his prostate.  I
was ready for him.

   I felt his ass tighten under my hand and his cock chubbed a bit in my
hand as he pursed his lips and whispered a long hissing "yesssss".

   He made no attempt to stop me from taking his load in my mouth and
before I could think a long watery stream hit the back of my throat.  I was
semi-prepared for that so I didn't choke but a bit and hollowed my mouth so
he could shoot.  There seemed to be a five second delay before he grunted
hard and a heavy shot of creamy sperm hit the roof of my mouth.  I stayed
hollow for a second more and another one hit just short of the first.  It
was here I had to swallow and suck at him to clear my mouth.

   His sperm tasted sweet, almost a bit citrus, with that bleachy, salty
after taste but it was perfect to me.  As I sucked the last drops from him
I thought of the pineapple and mango tray on the evening check-in counter.
They were plugging hospitality at their Hawaiian locations with airline
"miles" cards applications.  Brian was no newcomer to getting a good
blowjob and rewarding his sucker with a sweet treat.  I always eat all
sperm loads shot in my mouth every time I did this before, and wanted to
keep doing the same.  A nicer taste was only a bonus.

   When Brian backed away as I drew the last drops from him he began to
lose his footing and twisted to the bed beside me.  He laid back and closed
his eyes and breathed deeply through his mouth, repeating "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh"
over and over again.  His cock laid on his belly now and I bent over to
kiss those precious balls.  I mouthed each one and ran my tongue over them,
thanking them for the prize they gave me.  When I lifted my head I kissed
the plum at the end of his cock and said "Goodnight my little friend."

   When I stood up he chuckled and got up slowly.

   "Listen to get around the security cameras you'll have to go into the
hall and time them for me, so you better get dressed." He said as he looked
for his underwear.

   "Don't bother looking for them, they're my receipt." I laughed as I
pointed to them stuffed in my shoe.

   "Then I get yours." He said as I quickly stepped out of them and found
my jeans to slip on.

   I pulled the tank top over my head as he finished getting dressed, my
panties in his pocket.

   "Now tell me how I get you out of here." I said with a smile.

   "Go into the hall and watch the cameras they flash red lights as they
come on.  Unless he wants one particular one, they go east end, stairwell,
ice and vending room, middle stair well, west end and then back up in the
same sequence.  When the west end goes out, I have about 13 seconds to get
out your door and down the east stairwell.  Go out and check it out."

   I took my key and walked up the hallway a bit and watched the sequence
go down and saw where it was pretty easy if all the doors were unlocked.  I
got the counting rhythm and was sure I had it down.  If he kept the door
open to hear me once the west end turned off he was clear.  We pulled it
off without a hitch and he was gone.

   I stripped, took his underwear and wrapped it in my hands and held it to
my face as I curled in bed for a well deserved sleep.  His aroma had me so
wet, I had to jack off one more time and I must have fallen asleep right
after because the next thing I heard was my wake-up call.

   The morning found me happy and bright, guilt-free.  I showered and
prepared for another day of work in the area before catching my flight
home. The last thing I did before leaving the room was to roll up Brian's
underwear and leave them in the trash can.  My affair was over and I didn't
have to look back.  In the pie chart of life I had made a tiny sliver that
was for me and me only to enjoy.  I realized the risk I took having
unprotected sex, but with oral sex and the men I might choose I considered
the risk minimal.

   This was the first of a long string of oral affairs I had over the next
couple years.  Among the men I chose were hotel clerks, waiters, pilots,
and flight stewards and even men in the offices I called on for work.  I
once shut my thumb in a rental car door and had to go to the ER.  The
doctor who treated me flirted a bit and when his shift was over he got a
blowjob in the parking lot.  Since Brian, there have been at least a
hundred of my little affairs and I never had a single bad experience.  I
chose my "marks" well, getting men I thought I could trust, men who
wouldn't pursue me, men I could always nail down if I had a problem.  I
never put myself in a situation where I could be taken from where I wanted
the affair to take place.  Even the ones that took place in my rental car
were always in a parking lot that required a ticket to get out and I never
had the vehicle keys on my person when it happened.

   I may write you with more of my memorable affairs, but this first one is
a great example of the how and why I do this.  I love the smell of a man,
between his legs.  I love the taste of his sperm that I stirred up.  I love
the feel of appreciative hands on the back of my head as they groan in
pleasure.  I loved being the bad girl before, and now something makes me
love it again.

   Pamela (with love)

   Dear Pamela,

   I read your story and like it quite well.  I may edit it just a bit and
post it as is, crediting you with an explanation of circumstances.  Just be
patient.

   Petty (Steven)

   Dear Steven,

   I was afraid you hated it because I hadn't heard from you.  As long as
you read it, I really don't care how you handle it.  I'm really hoping for
a character inspiration from you.  Here is a recent story, where I try to
get more graphic, as in your writing.  While trying to write my stories
down I've had been a good girl.  Just the writing was enough to satisfy me,
jerking off as I write (haha).  But since this night in late February in
Ohio, I've stopped my extra-curricular activities and vowing to stay
totally true to Tucker.  I think the story will explain itself.

   Love, Pamela

   My work brings me all over the country to exciting places in California,
New York, and The Carolinas.  Unfortunately, it also brings me to places
like Columbus, Ohio in the dead of winter as well.

   I checked into my room at The Residence Inn and was, at first, happy
that 3 or 4 restaurants were almost in walking distance, but as I walked
through the wind whipped lay-out of the hotel I saw no refuge from the cold
with all rooms having outside entrances.  It was Monday and I knew I
wouldn't be leaving until Thursday night to fly to Buffalo for a sales
conference over the weekend.  They offer a grocery shopping service that
I've never taken advantage of, so with the cold I thought "Why not?".

   I made up a list with coffee, milk, wine, bread, and some dinner staples
(a steak, some veggies etc) and breakfast food.  I needed the time at night
to prepare for our sales confab.  They had no bar on site, just a beer and
wine lounge that closed in the early evening, so I planned on staying out
of real trouble.

   I called the desk and asked them when the shopper would go out for me
and would groceries be there on my return Tuesday.  The clerk was a
pleasant woman who said her son, a student at Ohio State would probably
take care of it in the morning.  He worked part time at the Inn doing odd
jobs and she was pretty sure Tuesday a.m.  was one of his days on as she
checked the work chart while stalling.

   "Yes, he drives the shuttle to the airport in the morning and then does
any house shopping." She assured me.

   If you've ever stayed at a Residence, it is as the name implies a
residence.  They have all the amenities of home, except groceries.  You'll
find pans, pots, coffee maker, popcorn popper, anything you expect with a
full kitchen.  I finished my list with a few brand names for wine and
coffee, and the type of cuts for meat I wanted.  I bundled up and ran it
down to the desk, even though she told me to leave it in the room.  I
wanted to make sure it made the early run.  If they didn't clean my room
till late, I didn't want to be hung up.

   I took advantage of the food on hand in the community kitchen and they
made a burger that I washed down in the beer and wine lounge.  I was alone
there, and the lone fellow who ran both services closed it at 7:30 and I
was back to my room.

   I set up a lot of my presentations for the weekend in the room and ended
up in bed by 9:30, knowing I had to drive to Cleveland and back the next
morning.  I was lucky all day Tuesday with a bright sunshiney, but cold
day. I worried about driving in snow to make this courtesy call to a
current customer who needed hand holding as they made a network switch from
ABC to NBC.  My company looked like a hero being there for the big
switch-over, when actually I was close-by anyway so for the price of an
extra night in Columbus, we made a big customer feel VERY important.

   One of the on-air personalities flirted with me something awful during
the day, barely ever leaving my side.  I was flattered because he was so
good-looking, but was put off because he was trying so hard to get in my
pants, and that wasn't going to happen.  As my day grew to a close, once
they were into afternoon programming and our graphics software did its
thing, this "weather dude" made his move.

   "If you would like to stick around until after the 5:00 broadcast, I
would love to take you dinner, get to know you.  I see you aren't wearing a
ring"

   "Jason," I said, "I'm flattered you would ask me, you're very sweet. 
But, first off I'm not staying in Cleveland; its 2:30 and I want to drive
to Columbus in the daylight.  Secondly, I'm in a relationship and you
should know that."

   "Really, I LIVE in Columbus and do straight lines and the morning
weather on the radio down there.  Maybe we could meet there for dinner?"
Jason asked, losing some of his enthusiasm knowing I was in a relationship.

   "You're persistent, aren't you?" I said as I curled my naughty smile
across my lips.  "Would you like to come to my room for a drink?"

   Jason didn't quite know what to think of my proposition.

   Was I for real?

   Was it innocent?

   Jason stumbled on his words before answering.

   "Wha, er...  Oh SURE!  Where are you staying?"

   "I'm at the Residence Inn, on South Hamilton Road."

   "That's only a few minutes from my home.  What room?"

   "Have the desk call, I'll come down for you."

   "You sure?"

   "I'm positive."

   I set it up so someone would know he was with me, which was my
protection in case he wanted to get funny.  I actually thought he might not
show.

   I got back to Columbus in 2 hours flat.  The station was just enough
outside of Cleveland on 71 to bite away the heavy city traffic.  How Jason
made the 2 hour trip, back and forth each day was beyond me.  He must make
good money.

   I bundled up my face and neck to make the trip from my car to the room
and was met with disappointment when I saw the room door open.  I was sure
I was broken into.

   When I got to the door a young man with a heavy coat met me as I went to
walk in and see what I might have lost.

   "Oh, Hi I'm Mark, grocery delivery." He said as I breathed a sigh of
relief.

   "So late?" I asked.

   "I forgot my ID so I had to wait until after my last class to go home
and get it,...  for the wine?" Mark said.

   "Come inside for a moment and close the door.  You've let most of the
heat out as it is." I asked him.

   Mark was a great looking guy with sort of an athletic look.  I made sure
he got a good look at me so I took my coat off as quickly as I could, plus
I removed the button-up vest that accented my outfit.  My dress underneath
clung quite well to my body.

   "Can you show me how to start a fire?" I asked him as I went to the fire
place and opened the front.

   I bent over in front of the hearth and looked confusingly at the
situation, knowing his eyes were glued to my ass, as I turned quickly and
caught him.

   "Sure, I can show you.  Not a problem."

   "Well, take off your coat so you don't get all heated up under there
before going outside again." I said innocently (yeah, right!)

   He peeled out of his coat and came right over and knelt in front of the
fireplace and bent to load the box.  He did have a gorgeous tight ass.  I
would have loved to make a move on him right then, but I was chicken not
knowing the whole situation.  I needed to get more information.

   He loaded the fireplace with a couple large pieces and asked me to hand
him a few smaller pieces of kindling.  I bent at the waist and got a few
pieces of birch scraps I recognized from the trees outside the rooms.  I
looked back right between my legs at him looking at me and I smiled.  My
knit pullover was clingy and I was sure he got a good idea that nothing was
under it.  The vest made the outfit business-like.  Without the vest it was
very sexy.

   I turned and kept my smile and handed him the wood.

   "I hope I know a good piece when I see it." I said as innocently as I
could.

   He smirked took the wood.

   He had a fire going in just a few minutes so I decided to break the ice
and test the waters a bit.

   "Well, you've warmed things up pretty fast in here.  Does your Mom know
you provide these extra services?" I said with a hand on my hip.

   "My Mom thinks I get groceries, haul laundry for the maids, and do
little odd errands.  She never really knows where I am, or if I'm on the
premises.  I come and go between classes and studying." He said seeming to
make a point that he was here without really checking in with anyone.

   "Should I give her my shopping list for tomorrow?  There are a few
things I want, or should I say need, for Wednesday night." I asked
suggestively.

   "No," he said in a low voice, "you can give it to me now and I'll be
here either before or after my last class.  That class starts at 4:30 and
ends around 6:30 or 7 depending how much we cover."

   "Make it after." I said.  "Then I won't have to hurry to be here to meet
you."

   He smiled at me, knowing full well I didn't HAVE to be there for
delivery.

   I wrote down a favorite wine of mine and wrote for him to get what he
liked, plus two specific sharp hard cheeses, a parmesan and an aged Swiss.
I gave him a $50 bill and said maybe he should do this shopping around his
regular shopping trip.  He smiled and said a sly OK and said his Mom didn't
work Wednesdays anyway.

   This kid was no novice at meeting pretty women, he was smooth.  He
touched my arm a few times in our money and detail exchange.  He was
sending signals like crazy.  My only worry was how he might react when
knowing he wasn't going to fuck me.  If I didn't give in to screwing this
hot stud, I knew I NEVER would, and I thought I never could.  However, if
he wanted to suck my pussy, he might have THAT chance.

   I turned to show him the easels and work I had spread out and said that
I had to get back to work, but I looked forward to Wednesday night.  I
helped him with his coat and he was off.  As he left his face was close
enough to kiss me and he thought about it, but thought wiser and was off
into the cold.

   Now to deal with "weather-boy".  I wasn't quite sure what was going to
happen with him.  If I thought he was too much of a player, I might not
feel safe (medically) with him.  My contact at the station, Melissa Grant,
was still there, I was sure, so I called her.

   I asked her if she had any problems and if they found any glitches in
the rest of the days programming and she hadn't.  Than as an aside I asked
if I could inquire about someone.

   "Who?  Did you have a problem?" She asked.

   "Oh no, not at all.  Jason, your weather guy, asked me to dinner and I
agreed to meet him for a drink later.  He's not married or anything is he.
I don't usually see any clients," I lied, "but he seems real nice."

   "I know Jason to be kind of a flirt, the office flirt, but he was in a
long term relationship until a few months ago, and he was always harmless.
His girlfriend was a regular around here at all our gatherings.  She worked
at the radio station he works in the mornings and she got a chance to move
to bigger market.  His ego couldn't take the hit and they parted.  To tell
you the truth, I've been out with him a few times since and he's still hung
up on her.  So...  " Melissa said to fill me in.

   "So I don't have anything to worry about, he's not a serial rapist or
anything?" I said with a laugh.

   "No, he's got a better chance breaking down and crying over her than
that." She laughed.

   Now I knew how to play him.  I could ask him if it was her or the sex he
missed once we got in conversation.  Jason might be a good mark to satisfy
my hornys.  I didn't want to hurt the guy, only make him happy and satisfy
my little kink.

   If I didn't hear from him by 8:15 or so I was going to get ready for bed
and continue to work my presentation boards.  With Mark in the picture for
Wednesday night, my date with Jason didn't hold the same excitement.

   At ten minutes after eight the phone rang and it was the desk.

   "Jason Pratt is here to see you.  Can I send him?"

   "No, I'll be down.  Keep my room private for now.  Thank you."

   I kept my tight fitting knit dress on and bundled up for my walk to the
main house.  I walked there a bit round-a-bout to be sure I arrived from
the opposite way of my room.

   Jason sat in the lobby and stood when I walked in.  I held out both
hands to greet him and we air-kissed.

   "Let's see if the beer and wine lounge is open and sit and talk." I said
leading Jason in.

   There were 2 others at the bar and the bartender said that he just
closed down the grill, but would keep the bar open until nine, when he got
off.

   Sangria seemed the safest bet of what they had on hand and it loosened
our tongues right away.  Jason told me his life story of radio and TV, and
was actually going to school to become a real meteorologist nights and
summers.  He finally gave me a chance to get a few words in and I gave him
some details on me and my job, and my relationship.  When the conversation
volleyed back to him he began to tell me about the love he lost to a better
market.  He had a bit of emotion in his voice as he got deeper into the
story and the barkeeper said he could freshen us once more but we would
have to finish them in the meeting area near the lobby.

   I said OK for us while I made up my mind if I wanted to go through with
this.  In the brighter lights I saw Jason was without his on-air make-up
and he looked pretty rugged.  A good rugged though.  We sat at a small high
topped table and looked in each others eyes for something.

   "Excuse me for a moment, I have to visit the rest room." Jason said as
he stood up.

   He paused before leaving to push down the legs on his stove-pipe fit
jeans and I peeked at his package and watched him walk away.  I liked what
I saw and when I thought about pressing my nose into his crotch I had a
little shiver.  It was on!

   I put my coat and waited for Jason.  He looked disappointed when he came
around the corner until I said, "Why don't you bundle up and we can go back
to my room and talk a little more openly, plus I have REAL wine there."

   Jason's face lit up and he quickly joined me and went with me arm in arm
to my room.

   I opened a bottle of Chiraz and had him throw another log on the fire. I
sat on the love seat across from the fire and he joined me.

   "You were beginning to tell me about a long term relationship you had?"
I said.

   Jason dropped his head like he was reluctant to get into the story, but
then the words began to roll of his tongue.  The sangria had loosened his
lips, and now the Chiraz just fed his self-pity.  He wound his ego, male
pride and her shortcomings altogether and did make a sympathetic figure of
himself with his broken heart.  I turned to him as he spoke and was leaning
into him.  When he finished his last, almost tearful words I was eye to eye
with him.

   I leaned in the last inch or two and kissed him on the lips and he
kissed me back.  I slid my hand from my thigh to his, just inches from
where I knew his cock lay, and I whispered.

   "Just how much of you misses her, and how much misses just being with a
woman?" I said as I pushed a bit more forward to touch the tip of his cock.
"Did she give you good head?  I'll bet you miss that."

   Jason exhaled deeply.  "I miss her, but I do miss...  I hate being
lonely.  She was awesome, but you're so much prettier." He whispered.

   "You sit right here and keep your hands to yourself and I'll take care
of some of that frustration.  Just you being a good boy will make me
happy." I told him in a low voice as I reached for the tab on his zipper.

   He looked at me inquisitively as we were still eye to eye and I leaned
in and kissed his lips again.  He opened his mouth and tested his tongue in
my mouth and I matched his movement.  Once I got his zipper all the way
down I pulled at the buckle on his belt and unsnapped his jeans.  He
reached across me and went to put a hand between my legs.

   "I said you had to be a good boy Jason.  Do you want this to happen or
not?" I said breaking the kiss and looking at him directly nose to nose.

   "What is happening?" He asked nervously.

   "You're about to get a good blowjob and then go home to get the best
nights sleep you've had since she left.  Sound good?"

   Jason's head fell to the back of the loveseat and his arms fell to his
sides.  I scooted my butt away a bit so I could bend over him.  My face was
inches away from the white underwear patch I had exposed as I began to
smell him.  I slipped my hand in the slash and pulled his hardening penis
out.  He wasn't real long, but he had the cutest mushroom top I had seen,
large like an oversized scoop on an ice cream cone.

   I kissed it and snaked my tongue out to get some of his taste, licking
the head.  Once the aroma filled my nostrils and the taste hit my taste
buds, I was lost.  I put the whole head in my mouth and tried to go deep on
him, but the fat head made it impossible.  He wasn't that long, at least
sitting down, but I couldn't fit all of him in.  I was happy to just bob my
head over him and keep suction while I swallowed the drool he caused.

   I was really afraid he would come too quickly, knowing his situation,
but he survived the first 3 minutes of my mouth fucking, so I decided to
have some fun.

   I lifted my head from his crotch and said "Stand up Jason, take your
pants off."

   He obeyed my orders quickly, kicking off his shoes before stepping out
of his pants and undies simultaneously.  I scooted to the front of the
loveseat and reached for his hips to bring him to my mouth.  I lifted his
cock and lightly kissed his balls and then licked them thoroughly, tasting
his man-sweat.  I was getting hot and wanted to be touched.  I let his cock
down and I put my mouth over it while I reached behind me to pull the
zipper part way down on my knit dress.  Keeping his cock in my mouth I
pulled my dress down far enough to get my arms out and let my boobs out.  I
sat back for a moment to look into his eyes and let him see my breasts.  I
quickly wrapped two fingers and my thumb around him and put the head in my
mouth again, stroking him.  He reached down and tweaked my nipples and
began mauling my breasts.  I was in heaven!

   It didn't take long before I started to taste his bitter pre-come
juices. I suspected he hadn't shot off in a long time as he tasted so
strong.  I was getting anxious.  With both hands busy, one stroking his
cock and the other holding his ass, bringing him into me, I shifted a bit
to get the ribbed trim of the loveseat into the groove of my pussy.  I was
going to come too.

   He began making noises and trying to shift his feet a bit as he tried to
over-ride the even stroke in and out of my mouth.  He was going to come and
it was going to be soon.

   I tightened my grip on his cute ass cheek to keep him on the beat but he
was passed the edge.  He shot in my mouth and it was apparent that I was
not going to be able to hold his volume.  I swallowed hard and took the
rest he had to offer with its thick consistency and salty, bleachy taste.
It was still all good.  I came as he did, little tingles creeping up my
spine.  It was good, but I would surely have a good hard one later while I
lay alone thinking about my naughty deed.

   I let him out of my mouth and he dropped to his knees and fell forward
over my legs.  He touched my knees as if to open my legs, but he quickly
removed them with one look from me.  I laid back and he crawled up to me
and kissed my cheek and then grasped both of my boobs hard and tweaked my
nipples.

   I touched his face as he looked like he was going to try and suckle me.

   "That was as good for me as it was for you.  I have a lot to do tonight
and tomorrow, you better go."

   While I pulled the top of my dress up he got up on shaky legs and found
his underwear and jeans.  If I didn't have another date for tomorrow, I
might have asked for his undies as a souvenir.

   As he went for his coat I got up to walk him to the door.  He turned to
kiss or thank me, or maybe ask me out again, but I stopped him with a
finger to his lips.

   "Sometimes 2 people meet once and fulfill a fantasy, never to meet
again. No questions and no anticipation of whether they can recreate the
moment.  It's over, and their lives go on with just the happy memory of the
moment.  Good luck Jason." I said and then opened the door.

   He smiled widely and said "Thank you."

   I licked my lips and brought my hands up to cup my face to get one last
smell of the man I just tasted.  I ran my tongue around my mouth to capture
and last tastes of him before rinsing my mouth with my wine.

   Coldly I set about with more presentation preparations, only wishing I
had the overhead screen to make sure I was getting the look I wanted.  I
worked until the clock rang eleven and I was off to bed.  I wore a t-shirt
top and no bottom and played out the evening in my mind while fingering my
pussy and ass to a huge orgasm.

   I had a ten a.m.  appointment with an all new Fox affiliate in
Zanesville, about an hour away, so I could sleep until eight after wearing
myself out.  Thursday was busy with calls in Marion and Columbus before
flying out.  I wasn't awake for 10 minutes on Tuesday before I began to
anticipate my date with Mark.  But, I also was looking forward to getting
home Sunday night to have Tucker tear me apart with his lonesome cock.  He
fit in me just fine and I loved every time we made love, every moment we
spent together.

   I know you must think I'm a terrible woman, and a cheat.  I did this
without regrets or guilty conscience.  If I were doing things that I did
with Tucker, I could not live with myself and would never have started. 
This final affair in Columbus laid a guilt trip on me and I can't do it
anymore.  Looking back, it was the first time I felt I had really cheated,
and if Tucker ever found out...  Please don't judge me.  To me, it's was
like masturbation.

   By early afternoon I was making the final details of a huge sale of
software and the exclusive sets that go with it.  This was going to be a
huge push for Fox in this region and they wanted a special look.  I was the
last proposal and they did not wait to decide.  I was pretty proud of
myself and sat in the office of the ownership team and scheduled the crew
to come to Zanesville and plan their first day on the air.  It was almost
five when I left and I was walking on clouds until I hit the road and
experienced a 3 inch snowfall for my trip home in the dark.  It was
white-knuckles for the first 40 miles of the trip, but as I got close to
Columbus the snow stopped and I relaxed for the rest of the trip.

   I got to my room at 5:55 and I ran to the shower to clean up.  I slipped
into a tank top and Capri pants.  I loved how I looked in this outfit and I
was sure that, even if Mark had a second thought, he would make some sort
of play at me.

   I just finished the mousse in my hair when I heard a knock at the door.

   "Grocery delivery, ma'am!" Mark hollered to any nosy ears.

   I opened the door and I quickly got elevator eyes from him as he handed
me a bag.

   "Did you get a kind of wine that you like too?" I asked to be sure that
he knew he was being asked to stay beyond his delivery capacity.

   "Yeah, I got a Mead to warm in hopes it will do the same to me.  I know
it sounds girly but it tastes good on a cold night." He said sounding
fairly experienced at these situations.

   After I set the bag down Mark took off his coat and took charge, opening
the wine and pouring while I sliced the cheese.  He went over and started a
fire and came back to the counter and put his wine in the microwave for a
few moments.  He sprinkled a little cinnamon on the top and took the cheese
plate to the coffee table in front of the fireplace.

   "Mark, this isn't the first time you've been in a female guests room,
should I say, "after hours", is it?" I asked.

   "To tell you the truth, yes it is.  However, I have borrowed a key for
an empty room to meet a girlfriend or two." He said with a sly grin.

   "You've never been propositioned by a female guest?" I asked, not
believing him.

   "Yes, many times, but never one as pretty and sexy as you.  I've always
shrugged them off.  I could lose my job, and I should be studying, but you
kept me up all last night." Mark said with a cool, calm demeanor.

   "Mark, I haven't propositioned you, and I'm not going to.  Things may
happen here tonight to make both of us very happy, but you won't be,... 
uhh, SLEEPING with me and if that is your intention, you should leave now."
I said calmly, but forcefully.

   "Pam, I'm game and up for whatever you want.  I assume nothing.  To be
bluntly honest, you were so kind and if I may say, provocative, yesterday
when I was here that I came back today just to see it was not a dream.  I
know I'm not here to bake cookies." He answered in a well thought out
manner.

   Mark really impressed me as not being a frat party boy, nor a skirt
chaser, but certainly a little experienced in how to handle a woman.

   I went around and sat on the loveseat and he joined me.

   "So, you use the rooms from time to time as your private love nest,
huh?"

   "I do.  Finding time to have a good relationship and keep up with an
aggressive study program is hard.  However being with a woman is a great
stress reliever, and need.  Fortunately I have a few female friends who
feel the same way." He said.

   "A few?" I wondered.

   "Well, 2 to be exact, and each more than once.  I hope they feel as
lucky as I do." He answered looking down.

   We made small talk and sipped wine for 30-40 minutes and when I came
back with our third glasses I sat as close to him as I could and put my
face almost in his.

   "Mark, are you wondering what's going to happen here tonight?  Why I
wanted you here?" I asked as I put my lips to his.

   He kissed me back voraciously putting his arm around me; his other hand
went to my thigh and then slid under almost to my ass as he deepened his
kiss.

   I broke the kiss forcefully and looked him in the eye.

   "You're not going to fuck me Mark, but I can make you very happy if you
want to play along." I said as I slid my hand to his thigh.

   He didn't need to be hit over the head to figure out my intention.

   "I don't get a chance to make you happy the same way?" He asked bluntly.

   "We'll see Mark, are we sure we each know what we're talking about." I
answered.

   "I think you want to suck my cock."

   I smiled and ran my hand up over the bulge in his pants a few times and
I kissed his lips.  I fumbled for the snap on his pants and he surprised me
by just standing up and turning in front of me.

   He undid the clasp on his pants and then touched my face as I looked up
to his smile.  I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then.

   I pulled his zipper down to see very sexy underwear that was almost like
a Speedo.  He was growing out of them and I pushed his pants down far
enough to get him out of the pocket he was in.  I held his semi-hard cock
in one hand and pressed my face to his crotch.  He smelled wonderful and
his cock grew to a very nice size.  It was a little on the fat side but not
too long, maybe 6 or 8 inches.  He was perfect.  I kissed him around the
base a few times and worked my way up the shaft.  When I got to the head I
polished it with my tongue and then impatiently I put the whole head in my
mouth and sucked.

   His groans only incited me as I fucked my mouth over him inhaling deep
each time my nose buried in his pubic patch.  I knew my aggressiveness
would shorten my pleasure, but I could already taste his pre-ejaculate
fluid.  I wanted to slow down and no time seemed better to take off my
tank. I love having my boobs mauled while I suck cock.

   I just pulled my mouth off when he put his hand to the back of my head.
He saw me reaching to pull up my top and he retreated, but spoke excitedly.

   "Let me come for you now and I'll eat your pussy, then I can come for
you again later."

   I usually took charge in these trysts but I liked his idea.  Coming
twice was not one of Tuckers attributes in the past few years.  I was only
a little worried about stripping for him to oral me.

   I pinched my own nipples and leaned forward to suck him again.  With his
hand on the back of my head he began to undulate his hips, fucking my
mouth. This never happened very often and I loved it, my mouth being used
as a fuck toy.  He wasn't mean or hurtful gliding his cock over my tongue
while I sucked him, he just knew what he wanted.  His hand left my head and
he bent his knees a bit and I thought he would shoot, but he just grabbed
my boobs while the slid in and out of my mouth.  Then his hands left my
boobs and he shouted.

   "You're going to get my sperm!"

   He no more than said it when it burst into my mouth.  He filled my mouth
so quickly that I lost a bit before regaining control and swallowing him
down.  He had a clean citrus taste, a tell tale sign that he knew he was
going to get a blowjob.  A lot of men learn the pineapple trick to get
their women to swallow their loads.  It works quite well.

   His thrusts at my mouth slowed and became ragged before I took him in my
hand and stroked out the last drops.  He began to pant as if I was hurting
him in his over sensitive state.  I backed off and looked up at him.

   "You're going to get my sperm?  That's what you say when you're coming
in your lovers mouth?  Hahahaha." I said razzing him.

   "Is that what I said?  I'm sorry; I guess I was crazy at the time." He
answered still panting a bit.  "You have the most beautiful breasts I've
ever seen."

   I reached out my hand and pulled him down to his knees.  He immediately
reached for my breasts and fondled them lovingly.  He kissed each nipple
and then my mouth as he kept feeling and squeezing them.  Then he suckled a
bit longer on each one finishing with a kiss to my lips.  He repeated this
for 3, 4 or 5 times, I forget how long.  I only knew I liked it a whole lot
more than I should have, Mark being a stranger.

   "Take off your pants and let me eat your pussy.  I'll lick you to a big
delicious orgasm while you suck my cock again." He whispered in a low voice
to me.

   It was then I realized that if he wanted to fuck me, he could.  I was
that infatuated with my young lover.  I even considered offering him my
ass, even though I hadn't done that in 10 years or more and I wasn't a fan
of it then.  If he asked, it was his; because he already knew I wasn't
offering my pussy to fuck.

   He stood and stripped off his shirt and pants the rest of the way while
I unsnapped my Capri's and slid them down my legs.  He knelt before me and
took them off my feet and reached for the sides of my thong.  I lifted my
legs and let it come off.  My feet were barely settled on the floor before
he was bending to kiss my pussy.  I raised my hips to better accommodate
him and move my ass to the edge of the loveseat.

   I was shaven clean, except for a triangle patch that I kept cropped
close, and his tongue relished in the smoothness of my pussy.  He licked
the whole length of my pussy before kissing my clit and then spreading me
wide open with his thumbs.  He may have been young but he knew his way
around a pussy having taken my breath away already.  I had never been eaten
so roundly already and he had just begun and barely touched my clit.  His
tongue drove deep into me as he sucked my juices.  I raised my feet off the
floor as I opened up for him.  I was just wondering how deep his tongue
might go when his thumbs slid up below my clit and pushed at it peeling
back the hood.  His mouth kissed and sucked my little nerve-ball until I
could barely stand the pressure before I came hard, my hand going to the
back of his head.  Before I could catch a breath he turned his mouth up and
put some sort of heavy suction on my engorged little man and I was flying.
(He later told me he rolled his tongue and pressed it up to his upper lip
creating a "tube" over my button.) Finally I bucked his face off me and his
thumbs began flicking my clit, as it was 2 or 3 times the size from his
power suction.  When I looked down over my sucked in belly I actually saw
it for a moment.  I knew of suction tubes to apply to your nipples and
clit, and this young stud WAS one.

   He slowly stopped the attack on my now shrinking clit and bent to kiss
my stomach, running his tongue over and around my navel.  As my breathing
began to return to normal and my feet were about at the floor he knelt back
and smiled at me.

   "Get off the loveseat and let me on so we can 69.  My cock is ready for
your mouth again you sexy slut."

   Being called a slut filled me with passion and anger, but how it
manifested itself was confusing.  I wanted to cry and beg forgiveness from
Tucker, but I also wanted to suck him until he came in my mouth while I
inhaled his cock, balls and crotch.  I did exactly as he asked me and stood
up, on my shaky legs, and then draped myself over him throwing my mouth
onto his cock and wedging it in the back of my throat until I gagged.  The
curve of his erection fit perfectly deep over my tongue and to my uvula. 
He cocked his knees up and opened them fully to allow me maximum access and
full aroma of his wonderful gentals.

   In the meantime his teeth pulled my pubic hair before his tongue went
all over my spread eagled bikini area.  I was just happy licking on his
cock and balls as he dallied with his tongue while enjoying his second
blowjob of the evening.  Once I thought he was at full staff I just wanted
to get the contents of his balls in my mouth.  I put my mouth over the head
of his cock and steadily worked my head over him, orally fucking his cock.

   He began to lick my pussy in earnest now, playing with my lips, sucking
and chewing them before he got to my clit.  I used every ounce of
self-control to keep my pace on him while he began wring yet another orgasm
from me.  He tried to do the sucking tube with his tongue and lips on my
clit but I kept pulling from him and trying to whimper a "no" with a
mouthful of cock, but to no avail.  With his hands on my hips he held me
firm while he sucked my clit to, what felt like, a watermelon.  As soon as
it was fully engorged he rose his head and wiped his tongue right over my
asshole.  I played a little with anal sex between high school and college
with a boyfriend at the time, but I don't believe I was ever licked.  I
remember being fingered there, which I do myself at times, but I'm sure I
would have remembered being tongued.  I was absolutely brought to the edge
of what seemed to be a vaginal orgasm with his tongue licking and probing
my rear.  My engorged clit throbbed as he dug his tongue deeper into my
rear.  Then quickly his tongue danced over that sensitive little space
between my holes before going deep between my lips to collect my juices. 
He even was using a finger to collect my juices and sweep them into his
mouth, or so I thought until that finger, rife with my wetness, went up my
ass.

   That pain and pleasure was the first thing he did to break my up and
down pace on his cock.

   I pulled my head up quickly and hollered out, "Oh my ass, FUCK my ass if
you have to!", surprising even myself.  But he just kept fingering it and
licking my pussy as he raised his hips to put his cock in my face again.

   I went back to fucking his cock, although my mouth and neck were tired,
but he rewarded me soon there after.  He bucked a little under me and I
felt his head swell just before he oozed and dribbled a fat load of semen
into my mouth.  There was no force to his shot, but there was volume.  I
would be hard pressed to remember taking a second load from any man, but I
was sure none was ever this much.  Right after he came and I began to just
lick him clean.  His finger slipped from my butt and he went back to
lightly pulling my pubic hair with his teeth.  Soon, I just collapsed over
him.  At that moment I hoped he would ask to stay over and fuck the shit
out of me before leaving in the morning.  Then, his next words changed my
mind.

   "You are some kind of cocksucker, a good little slut, a sexy slut.  If
you ever come back this way, I'll take a second turn with you." He said
coldly, like he thought I would appreciate his words.

   The second time of being called a slut hit me like a ton of bricks. 
Accenting that with calling me a cocksucker, which in truth I was, told me
I had to stop.  Just thirty seconds before I wanted him to stay and fuck me
in the morning and 10 minutes before I had invited him to fuck my ass.  I
was so untrue to Tucker no matter how I colored it that I felt shame.  I
wanted to enjoy the afterglow of my night of oral sex and but had to think
of how I was untrue to Tucker in my wishes.  At the time I wasn't feeling
guilt over my fetish for orally seducing men, but for the fact I might have
given in totally to this young man through my own uncontrolled lust.

   I wanted to rush Mark from the room, but I didn't have to.  He was
finding and putting on his clothes while I sat on the edge of the loveseat
wishing he were gone.  He came over and squat down in front of me and took
his face in my hands and kissed me tenderly as I sat up to look at him.

   "Thanks for the best night of sex I ever had.  You're the most beautiful
woman I've ever been with, or probably will be."

   From my sitting position he pushed me back with his hands on my biceps
and kissed each of my nipples and then bowed between my legs and kissed my
pussy.  He slipped on his coat and was gone.  I stayed in that position for
the next 20 minutes, managing to wallow out of the self-pity and enjoy the
afterglow of such a wild night.  I still tasted his semen in my mouth, my
clit hurt from being sucked so hard and my asshole was still wet from our
juices.

   Steven, I've written about a lot of other times I picked up men, but
I'll keep them to myself until you do something with the ones you have.  I
still cheat on Tucker with your stories and the Carree and Billy, Carree
Wilson stories you keep in your Pettybox archive, but that's all.
   Be well, Love, Pamela