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Ed Bailey shifted in
his chair frowning. “Let me get this
straight, George. You caught her
red-handed giving some guy a blowjob behind your back, and you apologized to
her?”
“Yeah. It was simplest, most direct way to clear
the air.”
“Clear the air?”
“Yeah. There was no question at all in my mind that
we were going to have a different relationship than we had before. Up until then, I thought that I was pretty
much using her, but it turned out that she was using me. I hadn’t realized it, but actually it had
been pretty much her way or the highway.
I apologized to put her mind at ease.
That way we could get it all out in the open and we could get on with
our lives together.”
“You lost me
George.”
“You know, every
time I thought of her sucking off that old guy, I’d get hard. I still do.
I got a big kick out of watching Randy and Ramona fuck. I had a
fantastic time with the Burks and I knew that Kaylee and I could have fantastic
times together too.
“Once I had time to
really think it through, I realized that I wasn’t angry because she was having
sex with some other dude. That excited
me. Problem was that she had done it
behind my back, without my knowledge. I
simply decided that if she was having sex with another guy, I wanted to be
there. I wanted to be in on her pleasure.
Hell, I wanted to see her fucking other guys.
“That night at the
Holiday Inn? I brought Randy over to
meet her. Fortunately it was a slow night.
There was only one customer, but…”
“Who’s this?” asked
Kaylee with surprise as Randy and I approached the front desk. “I thought…”
“Kaylee, this is
Randy. He’s one of our neighbors. You know, the guy I told you about.”
“Which guy?”
“The one with the
incredible wife. I told you about her, Ramona.
Walks around practically nude at the pool.”
“Oh, yeah! Pleased to meet you Randy.”
“The pleasure will
be mine,” he said with a lusty grin.
“Uh, George, I was
hoping that we could talk… in private.”
“What’s to talk
about?”
“Well, you know, the
other night.”
“Oh, yeah. Randy, the other night, I walked in on her
sucking off…”
“George! Please!”
“Okay, okay, you
tell him.”
“George!”
“Relax. Randy already knows what a slut you
are. So’s Ramona. You both have a lot in common.”
“George, I don’t
think…”
“Last night I made a
deal with Randy. He let me fuck
Ramona. Tonight, he gets to fuck you.”
“George!”
“Cut the indignant
act, Kaylee. We both know how you
are. I understand you now. It’s alright, I know that you love
cock. So I brought Randy here as a
present to you. You’re gonna love what
he does to you with his cock.
While I walked
behind the desk, Randy, as nasty as ever, had unzipped his shorts and had his
cock hanging out. Kaylee’s eyes seemed
to glaze over as if she were in a trance as she studied his growing organ. My hand slid up her skirt and as I had
anticipated, she was bare-bottomed underneath.
“She’s all wet,
Randy,” I said bringing up my soaked fingers for his inspection.
“Tell me darling, do
you need a good fucking? Of course you
do. Now, show me what to do out here
and I’ll man the front desk while you two go in the office and get aquatinted.”
As luck would have
it, a traveler arrived looking for accommodations for the night. Randy deftly slipped his stiff pole back
into his pants before the man got to the desk.
“Welcome to Holiday
Inn, Sir!” I greeted. “How may I be of
assistance?”
“Reservations for
Tom Collins,” said the burly black man with clear and perfect diction.
“Miss Broussard,
would you be so kind and take care of this gentleman.”
Kaylee went into
action and as she did, I observed what she was doing on her computer.
“How many adults?”
she asked.
“Just me,” said the
guest.
“Here it is. King, smoking room, one adult. How do you want to pay for this?”
“Cash.”
“Very well, that’ll
be $85.95.”
The black man opened
his wallet, pausing a moment as he studied his cash on hand. “Uh, if it's not too much trouble, Miss, I
think I’ll put it on my credit card.
“No problem sir,”
she replied cheerily as she reached for his plastic.
A few moments later,
she had processed his credit card, coded his room key, and he was on his
way.
Confident that I
could handle a simple check in, I said to Kaylee, “That’s simple enough, I can
handle this. Now why don’t take a
little break with Randy in the office and let him stuff that slut snatch of
yours.”
“George, I…”
“I’ll watch the
front desk while you two suck and screw,” I reassured her as I led her into the
manager’s office. Once inside, I made sure that the chime system was on. Tossing a handful of condoms onto the desk,
I ordered, “Take your clothes off.”
“George, I can’t…”
“Goddamnit! I’ll take care of the front desk! We want you naked. Now strip!”
Before Kaylee had
her top off, Randy was buck-naked, but then again, he only had a pair of shorts
and a muscle shirt. I lent a hand and
soon I had her sitting up on the desk naked, with her legs spread open.
“Who did you fuck
today?” I asked while fingering her wet pussy.
“George, I…”
“Who did you fuck?”
“Just Mr. Lopez.”
“Lopez, the motel
manager?”
“Yes.”
“You fuck him
everyday?”
Biting her lower
lip, Kaylee nodded her head.
“Hear that Randy,
she fucks the motel manager everyday.
You fuck that skinny black guy, the night clerk too. Don’t you?
That’s what I thought. Well,
from now on, you’re going to fuck Randy too, plus anybody else that I want you
to fuck.”
DING!
“I’ll be right
back,” I said, “but there’s no need to
wait for me.”
Stepping out into
the lobby, I saw the black man who had just checked in standing at the desk,
glowering.
“Yes, sir! Can I
help you?”
“Just what do you
think you’re doing?” he demanded.
“Pardon?”
“Just because I’m
black, you gave me a dirty room?”
“Dirty? I’m so sorry, sir. That room should have been clean. Ummm, let me see if we have another room.” I followed the menus and found another king,
smoking room. This wasn’t as simple as
a check in, so I made some notations on a pad so that Kaylee could straighten
things out on her computer later.
Thankfully, the key card machine was pretty straightforward, just enter
the room number, number of days and swipe the card. After a few minutes, the big guy was placated and on his way
again.
When I slipped back
into the manager’s office, Kaylee was still sitting up on the desk, leaning
back, resting on her elbows. Randy was
grasping her under the knees to hold her open, his bearded face buried between
her legs, slurping away at her pussy.
It was hard to tell where his bearded face ended and her bushy pubis
began. Her legs were quivering and she was tugging at her nipple rings while he
ate her out. I could tell by her undulating stomach and her pained expression
that she was in the midst of an orgasm.
Kaylee let out a
howl. Releasing her tormented teats,
she fell back onto the desk panting and tried to twist away from Randy’s
rapacious tongue.
Randy’s head popped
up from her snatch, his beard wet with pussy juice also displayed several
whitish clots matting his facial hair.
Licking his lips, he mimicked one of those forensic smart-asses on Law
and Order stating, “I’d say she got fucked no more than two hours ago, without
a rubber.”
That’s when it
struck me. I thought back to when I
first started fucking her and she pulled the results of her public health STD’s
report from the manager’s desk. The
report was in his desk because Lopez was fucking her bare back and wanted to be
sure that she was clean.
Randy pulled her off
the desk, and sitting in the manager’s chair, pulled her to him. Immediately she went down on her knees,
kneeling between his out stretched legs.
Fondling his cock, Kaylee looked back at me with a questioning look on
her face.
“It’s alright,
darling. I want you to suck him. Hell, I know damned good and well that you
want to suck him too. So go on, have
some fun.”
I stood off to the
side of the chair where I could get a good view. Kaylee nuzzled into his crotch, rubbing his dick and his balls
all over her face, becoming intoxicated on his funky aroma. It was fascinating to watch her actually get
high on the smell of his crotch.
Turning her head to the right and with a near-crazed look in her eyes,
she looked at me and began slobbering all over Randy’s dick. Her eyes were still smiling at me when after
a thorough dick licking, his saliva drenched cock slowly slipped between her
sultry lips. I nearly came in my
shorts.
DING!
“Be right back,” I
muttered as I reluctantly tore myself away from the show.
Out at the front
desk were two young teenaged girls, both dressed in bikinis. The older of the
two whispered something to the other girl and they both started giggling.
“May I help you?” I
said in a near whisper.
“Ummmm, do you have
change for the coke machine,” asked the older girl holding up a ten-dollar
bill, while her companion surreptitiously peeked over the counter.
“Uh, sure, let me
see,” I said as I tried to figure out how to open the cash drawer. After what seemed like forever, I managed to
figured it out. The drawer popped open
suddenly, striking my blatant hard-on that was tenting out my flimsy gym
shorts. Both girls broke out in a new
fit of giggles. My face must have become
beet red when I realized what the two girls were giggling about.
Taking their change,
the two girls ran out, chatting to each other in a most animated way. I had no
doubt about what they were discussing.
Returning to
manger’s office, I was just in time to see Kaylee, lying on the desk, holding
onto her ankles as Randy stepped between her legs. Putting his bare cock to her pussy, I asked, “Aren’t you going to
use a condom?”
“Naw! She’s clean!”
“How do you know
that?”
“Ramona,” he grunted
as he shoved his cock into her to his balls.
“Ramona?” I asked to
no one in particular, certainly not Randy who was now totally preoccupied with
putting it to Kaylee. Later I found out
that Ramona had friend who worked at the public health department. So much for the confidentially of private
records!
“Hmmm, nice pussy!”
complimented Randy. “That’s it baby,
squeeze when I pull out…” Randy began
an unhurried, steady fuck. “Damn, you’ve
done this before,” he added with a chuckle.
As he screwed her, his lazy pace was punctuated at intervals with bouts
of savage thrusts, causing her to gasp and cry out with pleasure. Thrusting into her hard, he hissed, “What a
fuckin’ pussy! Girl, I like the way ya
work that fuckbox. So does my happy cock!”
With great interest
and a raging hard on, I watched as his glistening cock reciprocated between her
pouting pussy lips. Despite my plan to
just to watch Randy screw her and cover the front desk for her, my dick felt like
it was going to pop a gasket if it didn’t get some immediate relief. Dropping my shorts, I motioned to Randy to
reposition her so I could get a little too.
Randy pulled out of
her juicing cunt with the sound similar that that of a boot coming loose from
the mud. He moved her lengthwise across
the desk and crammed it home again.
I climbed up on the
desk and balancing my self against the wall, rammed my cock down her
throat. Fucking her throat like that,
it didn’t take very long before I felt that old feeling in my groin, but before
I reached the point of no-return…DING!
“Aw fuck,” I cursed
as I continued to fuck her throat.
Another dozen stokes, my balls erupted, sending a full load of cum
directly into her stomach. As soon as I
stopped cumming, I jumped up and put my shorts back on to tend to the front
desk.
Stepping outside,
there wasn’t anyone there. I shrugged
and ducked back into the manager’s office.
Randy had her off
the desk and with two fistfuls of her hair, he was roughly face fucking her
while she knelt. After a few deep
strokes, he pulled his cock back, just enough for her to workover his cock
crown with her tongue stud for a few moments, then he was ramming it down her
throat again. Randy had a pained
expression as he struggled to hold off as long as he possibly could.
“Hold her head!” he
rasped pulling his dick from her mouth.
I held her head while he jacked his cock. “Open up slut!” Three
more strokes of his hand and he was shooting off into her open mouth. It was so nasty to watch his cum squirting
from his prick and into her mouth that my own dick shot into a fully erect
posture.
Once Randy’s copious
flow had slowed to a trickle, I pulled her up and bent her over the desk. In a flash my shorts were down around my
ankles and my cock was pressing into her brown star.
DING!
“Aw, fuck!” I
cursed.
“What is your name?”
angrily demanded the burly black guy as soon as I emerged from the office.
“Now what?” I asked
politely as possible, trying my best not to provoke the big bastard.
“I’m going to report
you!”
"Oh, hell,' I
thought to myself. I knew then that I
had a problem on my hands, a real problem, and if I weren’t careful, Kaylee
could get fired. “I’m sorry, sir. What seems to be the problem? Mr… Mr. Collins, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I’m Collins
and I’m tired of you people jacking me around!”
“I’m sorry, but I’m
still not sure what you’re talking about.”
“That second
room. It was worse than the first. Room reeks with the smell of sex! The bed is unmade. The sheets are soiled, badly soiled. It is evident that someone was recently fucking in that
bed!” I didn’t know it then, but I had
inadvertently given him the room Lopez used to entertain the maids and Kaylee.
“Well, I…”
“Who are you? Where’s that girl, Miss Broussard?”
“Uh, she’s on
break. I’m covering for her.”
“So who the hell are
you?”
“Well, I’m new and…”
“New? Dressed like that? I’m gonna have somebody’s
hide for this! You better find the desk
clerk!”
“I’ll give you
another room, sir, at no charge.”
Collins boldly
stepped behind the desk and started typing on the computer.
“Sir, you can’t do
that!”
“I’m a quality
control inspector for Holiday Inn Systems, and this facility is
unacceptable! Now where’s the god
damned desk clerk?”
The gig was up! I had nothing to lose, so I did what I
always did when I was cornered, I acted boldly.
“She’s in the
manager’s office.”
Collins stepped
towards the office door, but I blocked his path. Inches from me, I felt very small in comparison. “You look like a reasonable man,” I said
evenly. “The desk clerk, she’s my
girlfriend. How about if you forget
this whole thing.”
“Why would I do
that?”
“The desk
clerk…she’s… How'd you like to dip your wick in that? Want her to suck your dick?
How would you like to fuck her all night?”
A sneering grin
spread across his very black face. “I’m
listening.”
“ I’m sure you’ll
find her eager to please, eager to satisfy you.”
“Ed, you should have
seen them, little petite Kaylee and that big black SOB. He must’ve played tackle in college. That big-dicked bastard really screwed the
hell out of her. Then at ten, when
Pete-the-night-clerk got there, he had at her too, just like he did almost
every night. She sucked and fucked the
four of us until well after midnight, one, two, three at a time. She loved it! So did I. Afterwards, we
went home and madly screwed until three AM.”
“You let a black guy
screw her?” asked Ed incredulously.
“Why not? She was already screwing Pete. Only real
problem was she was a sloppy fuck for nearly a week afterwards, but after
that…”
“Damn!”
“Like I said Ed, I
love my wife and she loves me. We both
love sex for the sake of sex, lustful sex, gleeful debauchery, sport fucking if
you will and we enjoy seeing the other have a really good time, the nastier,
the better.”
The intercom
crackled to life and the sing song voice of Demona, now Ed’s personal
secretary, filled the office. “Mr.
Bailey. Mr. Vinter’s wife is here to
meet him for lunch.”
“Send her in,” I
replied.
Kaylee breezed
through the door, as pretty as ever with her natural tan, her blue eyes
flashing, and a sultry “come-fuck-me” smile on her glistening lips. Her long black hair, flowing down past her
shoulder, bounced as she walked.
Strutting like a runway model in her high heeled “slut-pumps”, she wore
a slinky blue silk dress that clung to her every curve. It was one of my favorite dresses, with a
neckline that plunged halfway to her navel, it was obvious that she was braless. Except for the halter tie around her neck,
the dress was backless to show off her tattoo on the small of her back and just
a hint of her butt crack. I knew full
well that she was also sans-panties, as she never wore panties except when she
was menstruating. My darling wife, she
turned heads that’s for sure, the consummate slut, always ready and eager to
have a hard cock shoved into her.
“Darling, you look
marvelous!” I said.
Kaylee twirled, the
short dress flaring out and giving Ed a glimpse of what was, or rather what
wasn’t, underneath. “Thank you,
George. You’re so sweet to notice.”
“Ed and I have been
discussing the incident that was reported in the paper this weekend and how it
might effect my promotion to Divisional Manager.”
“That’s right,
Honey,” said Ed as he lustfully sized her up, unconsciously licking his
lips. “George has explained everything
to me. That is, everything that I need
to know.
“George, the way I
see it, it was really shameful behavior on the part of the press, printing a
story like that and getting the names all mixed up. Good thing that you and your wife were at my lake cottage,
spending the weekend with Silva and me.
Otherwise there might be a real problem.”
Ed and I looked each
other in the eye, he had an unmistakable gleam in his eyes. Unspoken, and with just the slightest of
nods, we had an understanding. Ed
cleared his throat. Hitting the button
to the intercom, he croaked, “Demona, hold my calls.”
I glanced over at
Kaylee and as our eyes met, I nodded my head towards Ed. Kaylee gave me that sly smile of hers, a sly
smile that caused my cock to stir.
Stepping around Ed’s desk, she pressed up against him, planting a
smoldering kiss. Her hands immediately
settled on the bulge in his suit pants.
“Eddie, you’re such a sweet, sweet man,” she
purred. “Mmmm, I just love a nice hard man.”
Unbuckling his belt, she mused in voice husky with desire, “You don’t
mind do you, but I like my men naked, completely naked. Naked and available.”
P.S.
I still didn’t get
the damned promotion after whoring out my slut wife to my boss, but at least I
didn’t get my ass fired. Would you
believe he decided that he really didn’t want to go to Corporate after all, but
instead, he requested that he remain as the Divisional Manager until he retires
in a few years. Told them something
about that in life, money isn’t everything.
Oh well, Ed’s really
not such a bad guy; he could have fired my ass! Besides, Kaylee thinks he cute.
But Silva, his wife! Ugh! The things a guy’s got to do! But like my dad said, “Son, there’s no such
thing as bad pussy, only good pussy, better pussy and great pussy.” Guess that applies to old dick suckers too.
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