| Hunger, Chapter 6 The door to the owner's suite made its usual loud clunk when it closed and engaged the latch. Ester was deep in thought about the meeting with her Security Director. She quickly crossed the expanse of the elegant salon enroute to her bedroom. 'Where's Becky?' she wondered and was about to call her name when she heard the groan. She came to several conclusions instantaneously. The first was that the sound she'd just heard was caused by sexual stimulation. The second realization was that the noise had not been made by her step-daughter, which of course meant that there was someone else in the suite—and that 'the someone' was female. When a second inarticulation reached her ears it wasn't difficult to determine where it came from. She arrived at Rebecca's bedroom door and the sexual rush caused by the spectacle made her grip the doorframe for support. It was obvious who the round little pink ass sticking high in the air belonged to, but it still took the flabbergasted Chairwoman several seconds to believe what she was seeing. For that extended moment she couldn't tear her eyes off the hemispheres of the adolescent butt moving in a rhythmical side to side—or maybe it was a rotary motion. The slender but precociously developed thighs were wide enough apart to display plump junior bearded clam below the delicate pink anus. The girl's vulva was so engorged and swollen looking that it positively glowed. That's what was hidden by those blue panties she'd glimpsed when Becky exited the limo. The mild pulse she'd felt at her step-daughter's inadvertent exposure was multiplied about a thousand fold. Her quiescent lesbian desires materialized. It seemed all of her erogenous zones began signaling and calling for attention simultaneously. The sensations coming from her breasts and between her legs were quite familiar, the one in her mouth was less so. Finally managing to continue her perusal of the erotic tableau Ester was disappointed that the girl's head blocked any view of what was between the gorgeous thighs standing like white columns on either side of teenager's head. Moving up to the impressive and obviously natural breasts lolling to the outsides of the prone woman's chest, the Chairwoman paused reflexively comparing them to her own magnificent rack. When she finally arrived at the visitor's face her knees buckled and she felt on the verge of collapse. 'It's Kelly!' The instant the thought occurred her mind rejected it. Although the pleasure wracked face of the woman on the bed was identical to the one she'd seen ten years ago it wasn't possible. 'How could she not have aged a day?' Even though she didn't actually believe what she was seeing, the memories flooded in anyway. The tenderness and fabulous sex they'd shared might, under other circumstances, have been a love affair. 'Maybe it was a love affair despite of the circumstances, ' Ester mused. The explicit coupling she was watching, the memories of past trysts with the bi-sexual Call Girl, her guilty desire for her step-daughter and the hiatus in partnered sexual activities she'd been enduring all merged into a conscience deadening need. There was no more reasoning or considering consequences as the elegantly dressed heiress stripped to the sound of incessant moans and appreciative sounds Jodie was making. As she approached the bed Ester's instincts focused on the strangely erotic feeling in her mouth. Rebecca felt something soft brush the insides of her knees. A second later there were hands on the ass. It was a testament to her total emersion in her first attempt at cunnilingus that she didn't jump through the roof at the incredible intrusion. On her back between the teen's legs Ester pulled the delectable plumpness of her step-daughter's girlhood toward her waiting tongue. Becky did not resist the fingers digging into her developing rear cheeks pulling her pelvis toward the bed even though she couldn't grasp what was happening. It was obvious that there was someone else on the bed. Her lust blurred eyes looked down. At first she didn't even recognize the woman between her legs. When the realization hit home it was too late. There was already a tongue probing her throbbing sex and the sensation obliterated whatever reasoning power she had left. The stimulation of her girlhood kicked her mouth and tongue into a previously unattainable gear Rebecca reapplied herself to the Call Girl's sloppy cunt and went berserk. Jodie's screams and moans were loud and clear. Rebecca's and Ester's had a muffled slurpy liquid quality to them. The Chairwoman's hand was moving at blinding speed between her own legs as she probed and greedily drank down the nectar from her step-daughter's puffy pussy. The orgasms went off like a chain reaction. First Jodie went stiff as a board. All the air was expelled from her lungs in a surprisingly soft sigh. Then she began to tremble and shake. When the squishy bald pussy thrust hard against her face Becky wrapped her lips around the oversized clit emulating what her teacher had done for her. Sucking and licking the pulsating girl cock she felt her own vagina clench and, for only the second time in her life, felt the mind boggling surge rise from her crotch and completely envelope her in ecstasy. Ester made her tongue rigid and stuck it out as far as she could when the plush teenaged vulva mashed onto her mouth and chin. Probing the hot unexplored depths of the virgin channel sent an electric charge through her and she grabbed her own womanhood hard as her hips thrust up and pumped against the hand clutching her vulva. In the Security Office, right on cue, Egan stepped forward and knelt beside his assistant between the abused Hispanic maid's thighs. He was inhaling the same alluring fragrance that had captivated Bethany. His cock was in a rather uncomfortable position down the leg of his pants. The swelling member was trying to free itself but the fabric of the suit pants and the boxers under them was unyielding. Bethany's attention went from the leaking pussy to Evan's struggling cock. When she reached over and grasped his hardness through the double thickness of material her pussy clenched. Egan groaned and felt the pre-cum forced from the tip of his rock hard cock. Staring at the succulent hair pie while his luscious assistant tugged at his manhood made his balls jerk. Marguerite forced herself to look down between her lewdly splayed thighs. The Security Chief's face was no more than a foot from her sex. She was thinking that, other than doctors, the only other man who'd ever been that close was her husband, Manuel. Soon after they had married her inexperienced mate had decided to inspect her vulva. She found it very erotic but once his curiosity was satisfied he hadn't felt the need to do it again. He didn't touch her between the legs during foreplay, which usually consisted of a little rubbing of her breasts and then intercourse; always in the missionary position. To the sexually inept construction worker anything much more than that was perverted. Marguerite was too much the dutiful Catholic wife to express her desires and needs. She felt the security man's hands on her thighs and her coochie went into spasm. 'I don't have any choice ... he's in charge ... if I refuse or even resist he can have me fired, ' the compromised maid excused herself, but she had already passed the point where she could deny how much her body wanted to be touched. "Por favor... !" she begged breathlessly as the kneeing man's fingers tried to fluff her long straight and normally silky pubes. The hair up on her mons was still soft and shiny but the area around her crease was saturated with her secretions. Bethany was no longer satisfied working through the cloth. Her nimble fingers unfastened the belt and the multiple fasteners of her boss's expensive suit pants quickly freeing his manhood. Egan's fingers had worked their way through the long black hair made stringy by the out pouring fluid, and were prying open the maid's fleshy outer lips when her felt his assistant's soft little hand grip his pole directly. He felt his balls jerk more violently this time as the blonde squeezed the shaft hard. His dick felt like it was made of steel. The tiny manicured fingers made no dent in the rigid member. As Marguerite's thick long inner lips came into view, Bethany applied a very large dollop of spit to her right hand and began to polish the head of her boss's throbbing member. The feel of the soft slippery little hand twisting on his glans, combined with the death grip she was maintaining on the lower part of the shaft with her other was very effective. The maid's inner lips were too long and heavy to open by themselves, so Egan tried to grip the crinkled plump folds. His hands were shaking and the inner lips were incredibly slippery. He finally managed to stretch them open revealing the deep pink of Marguerite's interior just as Bethany began to rotate her spit lubricated thumb on his frenulum, just below the slit in the swollen head of his glans. His assistant had obviously had some expert coaching, keeping her touch light on the most sensitive part of his cock. The only fingers other than her own to ever touch her vulva were now spreading her inner parts wide. The enraptured maid had completely forgotten why and how she'd come to be naked on the barstool with this relative stranger between her legs. She knew that her clitoris was already in view. She could feel the pearly nubbin throbbing as the tension applied by the Security Director's fingers on her lips caused it to project more and more below its protective sheath. The man's heavy breathing cooled the soggy exposed tissues, which in itself was a new erotic experience. 'Oh God he's going to... ' just the thought that the Chief of Security was about to apply his tongue to her throbbing twitching cookie was almost too much. She'd dreamt of oral sex but had resigned herself to the fact that it was probably never going to happen. Now, virtually out of the blue, there was a tongue within inches of her widely splayed womanhood and nothing she could do about it. The pressure low in her belly was so intense she could hardly stand it. The heat and the feeling, like an impending explosion, was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Kneeling upright, his back virtually straight, Egan surveyed the mouthwatering gash surrounded by the dense jungle of black pubic fur that he was holding open. Bethany slipped between his hips and the legs of the stool, pulled his member down and wrapped her lips around the swollen purple head. The sudden sensation of wet heat on the tip of his penis caused the Security Chief's head to lurch forward, burying his lips and tongue in the mushy slipperiness of the maid's gash. Soft dense fragrant hair tickled his nose and the stringy damp pubes brushed his cheeks as he explored the Latina's vulva. Meanwhile his assistant was applying an enormous amount of suction to his cock. It felt almost as though she was sucking his balls up through the tiny pee slit that she was swirling with her tongue. Egan slurped and sucked on the sour sweet juices coating the long mouth filling labia. Matching time with the blonde's attention to his rigid dick, he nodded his head tonguing Marguerite from bottom to top, swirling the firm pea of her pleasure center and then repeating the cycle. The warmth of the blonde's hand cradling his sack and rolling his balls between her fingers set his pelvis on fire. He took the suspect's clit in his mouth and began sucking the miniature penis. Marguerite wanted to grab her tits but she didn't dare. Her nipples felt so hard she thought they might snap off like dry twigs. The rushing waves of electric heat spreading from her pussy were making her squirm and jerk. She had to grip the hard lacquered wooden seat of the barstool to keep from falling off. She wanted the expert oral attention her coochie was receiving to go on forever but her sex starved body had other ideas. The suspect maid would later marvel at how she'd ever managed to stay on the stool as a gigantic wave, bigger than all of the previous ones combined rocked her like the shockwave from an explosion. Shaking and jerking as every nerve in her body caught fire and tingled all at once she knew that she was screaming; and she couldn't care. The mother of two had to reassess her belief that she'd had orgasms before. The intensity of the sensations she was experiencing were not only beyond her experience, they were beyond her imagination. As the Latina's spasms subsided to sporadic jerks, Egan knew that the fiery knot behind the base of his penis was his prostate aching for release. Backing off from the post orgasmic cunt he could feel the smeared juices cooling and drying around his mouth all the way up to his eyes, down to his chin and on both cheeks. Just for a moment he watched the red pulsating crease surrounded by the thick black hair. Using Marguerite's thighs for leverage he rose to his feet pulling his spit coated dick out of Bethany's mouth with a plop. The blonde looked up from her position on the floor to see her boss wipe the head of his steel hard member through the seated maid's floppy folds. Egan located her entrance. Giving his dick a wiggle to center it, he proceeded with the long slow insertion into the incomparable velvety hot slipperiness. Marguerite was barely conscious. She'd only been drunk a few times in her life and the disorientation she was feeling right now was much more profound than any of those times. She would later speculate that her altered state of consciousness might be similar to what crack-cocaine addicts experienced when they took a hit—she wasn't far wrong. The Security Chief's hardness was filling her vagina. Slowly, steadily she felt fuller and fuller. The sensation wasn't altogether foreign. It was similar to when her husband climbed on top of her and yet it was different. Even in the midst of the unbelievable inferno that enveloped her loins and the dizzy surrealistic state of her mind she tried to analyze the difference. 'It's bigger, ' she concluded, as the penetration continued, 'and longer.' It felt so wonderful that she tried to thrust back but it was impossible perched on the high stool. Egan gripped the seat for leverage, his hands pressing against fleshy hips. He widened his stance for stability and began to rock his hips back and forth, pulling out until all that remained inside the maid was the head, then pushing forward until he felt the fullness of her bush against his own pubes. The incomparable hot silky channel stroked every inch of his dick. Meanwhile Bethany had maneuvered between his legs and was holding his long heavy sack, gently rolling his ever tightening nuts over her fingers. With two knuckles of her other hand she pressed firmly behind her boss's scrotum externally massaging his aching prostate. Egan felt as though there was a fireball just behind the root of his cock, very near where the tall slender blonde was massaging, but he was concentrating on the hot caress of Marguerite's flooded pussy caressing his pole. Despite the blonde's added stimulation he was still in control until the maid stiffened and started to shake. The walls of her pussy clamped down on his dick like kid leather vise. Bethany felt the Chief's balls jerk and immediately pushed with her prostate massaging knuckles as hard as she could wiggling them against the erupting gland. Driving forward with his hips until he felt his pubic bone grind against the Latina's furry crotch, the fireball shot out the end of his dick sending a huge wave of relief and release to every nerve. In her own moment of ecstasy Marguerite threw her arms around the security chief's neck. Using his powerful shoulders for leverage she pumped her work hardened abdominals to lift her plush ass off the hard wood seat and side up and down the spasming pole through the second most powerful orgasm of her life. When he set her back down on the barstool and withdrew his member took on a shape reminiscent of a swan's neck. A combination of their fluids dripped from his drooping organ. His helpful assistant sitting between his legs attempted to swallow his deflating manhood sucking him clean in the process. Rebecca flipped onto her back, breaking the link between her step-mother and the Call Girl. Her head was swimming. The peaceful warmth that filled her inside contrasting with the tingle she felt on the outside. A delightful electric like charge danced over every inch of her skin while on the inside she felt like warm pudding. She wanted to recap; to absorb and understand what had just happened but she couldn't concentrate. It was hard not to just let the feeling of pure bliss take over. 'There's lots of time to think about it.' She lay there staying in the moment. She basically understood the conversation that ensued between the adults, although there was a fuzzy surreal quality to it. Ester licked her fingers clean, mingling her juices with those of the now dozing girl. Rolling on her side she propped her head on her elbow and looked at the spectacular blonde resting against the headboard. The contented face of her daughter's rented sex partner was like stepping into a time warp and being cast backward by ten years. The resemblance to the woman who'd made her bi-sexual was too perfect to be coincidence. "Do you know me?" she was driven to ask the inappropriate and ambiguous question. Jodie, who'd been enjoying her own afterglow—head back and eyes closed—tipped her head forward to look at the redhead reclining at the other end of the bed. "Of course you're Missus Winston," the Call Girl replied while continuing to stroke and play with her swollen vulva. "If I'm not mistaken you own this place," she added. Ester had to smile at the term 'own'. 'After my meeting with Egan it might become true.' "What I mean is have we met before? You look very much like someone I used to ... uh, know," she almost said love. Jodie's face turned pensive. "It might have been my sister, Kelly." The mention of the name from her past sent a thrill through the heiress. "She usually drives a limo now." Ester's suspicion was confirmed. The widow could not define the feelings that welled. Part of it was lust based on the recollection of all the physical pleasure that they'd shared—but underneath, was there something more? There was only one way to find out. "I'd really love to see her again," the heiress said sincerely. "I could call her right now," Jodie offered looking toward the large bag with the Blackberry holstered in the shoulder strap. "That would be great but I've got an important meeting scheduled for tonight," Ester responded. "I actually only came back to the suite to pick up my portfolio and ... well ... things got out of hand," she said with a smile as she was getting off the bed. Glancing at the clock on the bed-stand she added, "And now I'm going to be late." "Leave me her number and I'll call tomorrow," the Chairwoman promised as she picked up her clothes and headed for her own washroom to clean up. 'That's a reunion that I wouldn't mind attending, ' the Call Girl thought, watching the redhead's amazingly pert naked backside disappear out the door. Her next thought was, 'Time is money.' She went into the bathroom adjoining Becky's boudoir and returned with a warm washcloth and a towel. The teenager barely stirred when Jodie did the cursory clean up and tucked her client under the rumpled covers. She heard the suite's main door clunk as she kissed her pupil on the forehead and headed for the shower. Jodie returned to the bedroom feeling refreshed and invigorated. It wasn't often that she started her night's work so pleasantly. "What did you want to be ... when you were growing up?" the small voice from the teenager laid out on the bed still sounded dreamy—half asleep. The Call Girl was taken aback by the question, thinking that it was very insightful of the youngster to realize that prostitute was not her first choice of careers. "Well honey, I went to university studying to be a teacher," the blonde goddess replied as she donned her underwear. "What did you want to teach?" Rebecca probed. "I was always good at the sciences, physics, chemistry, biology—" "Yuck!" the thirteen year old spat causing her teacher to chuckle as she straightened her dress and reviewed her appearance in the large mirror. Returning to the bedside Jodie kissed her junior and illegal client on the forehead, and then hoisted her shoulder-bag of tricks. "You're a good teacher," Becky complimented as she drifted completely into the peaceful void. Egan stood under the cascading hot water in the shower/washroom adjoining his office. He'd assured Marguerite that she had nothing to fear from Mister D'Angelo and that she should just go about her business as if none of this had ever happened. He had the strong feeling that once the GM's younger brother saw the video file of his sibling coercing the terrified Latina that he'd be far less supportive of the underhanded prick. The lithe blonde who slipped into the shower enclosure was only an inch or two shorter than him. Bethany's body might be considered the opposite of Marguerite's. Lean, with high firm conical shaped tits that felt bigger than they looked. Standing behind her boss, pressing her twin rocket nose-cone like boobies into his back, she reached around and gently lifted his manhood, "Anything left for me?" she whispered breathily in his ear. If he'd been asked that question in the moment before she entered the shower the answer would have been a simple—NO. Now the feel of her velvet soft slippery flesh rubbing against his back and the feel of the pert titties on his shoulder blades went straight to his balls and from there into his tumescent shaft that she was so erotically stroking. Egan's testicles protested the demand but the expert hand on his penis massaging slippery soap over the sensitive glans made him rise to the occasion in spite of the pain. Bethany slid all the way around him maintaining tight skin to skin contact. Once they were face to face she wrapped her arms around his powerful neck and looked longingly in to his steel grey eyes. Seeing the gorgeous face with the wide blue eyes inches away crumbled whatever resistance that remained. His big strong hands gripped her just below her tight little ass cheeks and lifted. Bethany helped by pulling with her arms against his shoulders. Her legs went around his waist above the hips and, clinging with her left forearm, she reached underneath to guide his turgid member. One quick little wiggle of the bulbous purple head through her razor fine pink petals and the hard cock centered on her portal. Egan watched his assistant's big blue eyes go wide as she slid down onto his erection. He was thinking that the look resembled surprise, as though she didn't know what the big meaty shaft would feel like buried in her hot tunnel. With the coordination of a gymnast she pumped up and down taking more of him inside with each stroke. "Oh God ... oh God, fuck me," she wailed. Egan turned and pushed her up against the wall. The resistance provided the leverage he needed to complete the insertion. Her guttural groaning turned into a scream when he was able to increase the stroke length. Pounding her hard ass against the wall he felt her stiffen and exhale in a long sigh. Half an hour of assisting in the strip-search of the Hispanic maid had made her so horny and ready that her orgasm came quickly as a shuddering relief. His balls ached and tried to deliver but there wasn't much available. He felt the stringy damp hair on his shoulder and chest as she buried her face in his neck. During copulation she'd been as light as a feather, but now the Security Chief was beginning to feel the strain in his legs. She slid down the wall until she was seated on the shower stall floor. Egan applied a little soap to his not quite flaccid member and then rinsed his whole body. Reaching down her grasped one of the twitching girl's wrists and tugged, "Come on sweetie ... duty calls," he informed her as she stood swaying under the hot spray. "Don't be long," he said giving her pert round ass a slap hard enough to leave a bright pink hand print. The slap resounded with a wet crack in the little enclosure and Bethany looked at her boss over her shoulder in mock indignation. Egan dried himself quickly, applied some deodorant and exited the bathroom for the small closet in his office. Behind a pocket door a narrow chest of drawers sat below five identical black silk suits and about twenty assorted colored shirts. The one thing that seemed out of place was the black cocktail dress hanging in the dry cleaning bag. Donning underwear and socks from the drawers he chose a blood red dress shirt. With the suit pants on he slipped into his black Italian loafers. The shower was off, and a moment later the hair blower started. Satisfied that his assistant was getting ready at an acceptable speed he exited the short hallway, slung his suit coat over the back of his desk chair and sat down to review shift reports. He was concentrating on his work when she emerged from the hallway, beach-blonde hair swept back Egan was impressed with how quickly his assistant had been able to achieve a 'just out of the hair salon' look. The make-up on her beautiful face was so subtle that it was invisible. The strapless black cocktail dress clung like a second skin. Her conical boobs were firm enough to shape the top and the stretchy fabric even managed to show off the very modest swell of her hips. The tight skirt narrowed and ended four inches above her pretty knees. It would have been difficult if not impossible to walk in were it not for the side slit that went up almost to her hip. The black patent leather stilettos stretched and sculpted her athletic calves. The word that occurred to the Security Director was 'stunning'. Egan rose from his chair, snatched his jacket off the back and slipped into it in one smooth motion. He was beside his assistant when she reached for the office door handle, but he leaned back to get a close look at the full roundness of her ass. The lack of underwear lines was more than amazing. Stepping out into the secure hallway and walking toward the door that lead to the public area he placed his hand on one of the prominent hemispheres, caressing it through the slippery material—he and had to ask, "What are you wearing under this?" "My skin," she replied nonchalantly. There was no shortage of stares from hotel guests and casino patrons as they crossed the lobby. The attention would normally have perturbed the clandestine Security Director but tonight it was just what he wanted. When the reached the casino floor Egan let Bethany walk ahead. He permitted himself a moment to admire the way her incredibly round ass moved under the shiny material and the fact that he could actually discern the shadow of her cleft through the tight dress. Stirring in his loins was unacceptable not to mention wishful thinking. As his alluring assistant crossed the well populated but not over crowded gambling hall Egan trailed slowly watching the patrons. It was the easiest way he knew to separate the serious players from the recreational ones. Anyone who didn't look up to admire or envy the svelte blonde was automatically a person of interest. Egan took careful note of the players and using his sleeve mic assigned a subordinate to monitor each one for any signs of a system or any other banned practice. Bethany reached the bar and hoisted her delectable posterior onto the high stool, deliberately flashing her treasure at her boss with a knowing smile before closing her legs. Egan cursed the little flirt when the pain in his nuts nearly made him groan. |