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Room 212

By: pink_ladybird



It was a cold evening. The pavement was wet where it had been raining, though happily it had stopped now. My shoes made steady clunking noises as I walked, and I noticed every person I passed looking at me. Women whispered behind me, men made dirty comments. I was thankful when I had my destination in sight, but nervous.

I walked up to the big glass doors and through them, smiling at the man who held them open for me. I walked up to the desk and spoke to the lady, and she gave me directions to room 212. I waited for the lift, not wanting to take the stairs. Reaching floor 2 I navigated the corridors until I found it, room 212. I looked at my watch, I was a minute early.

I stood nervously, hoping I hadn't forgotten anything. You had told me where to go, that you would already be there, and to enter at exactly 7.30. Not any earlier, not any later. You had ordered me to wear a short coat and high heels, nothing more. So there I stood in a raincoat that was barely long enough to cover my dignity and high heeled shoes. You told me nothing else about tonight, that I will find out when I got there and everything will be great if I do as you ask.

I checked my watch again. 7.30. I opened the doors and walked in. The room was subtly lit with a couple of small lamps and some candles. I could not see you, but I heard your voice, instructing me to take off my shoes, go over to the bed and get changed, and telling me that you have been watching.

I walk over and untie the belt of my raincoat, pulling it apart and sliding it over my shoulders, letting it drop to the ground. I pick up the black silk nightdress you have left in a box on the bed, pulling it on. The nightdress is low cut at the front, very exposing with a black lace overlay, and the back falls away with small ribbons holding the shape. You direct me onto the four post bed, telling me to kneel in the middle facing the pillows, and to put on the blind fold which is there.

"Yes Master" I reply, as I do what you say. One of the things you told me was that the only answer I was allowed to give you was "yes Master", and that if there was something I wanted I had to ask by saying "please Master". Now blind folded kneeling on the bed I feel a presence in the room.

"Good slave" you say, as you climb onto the bed in front of me. Standing in front of me I know what you want, I reach out and find your body with my hands, then with my mouth. I find that you're already hard, I must have done well so far with your requests. I hold onto you, kissing your cock and then taking it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around you. Your fingers become entwined in my hair as you push my face gently onto you, establishing the rhythm you want. As I caress you with my tongue I stroke and play with your balls, teasing your senses, making you groan with pleasure, and as I do this I feel the someone else has joined us on the bed.

A pair of hands reaches around from behind me and squeezes my breasts, rubbing my nipples, and the figure kisses my neck the way that sends shivers down my spine. I feel her breasts pressed against my back, her nipples almost as hard as mine and she slides her hands down from my breast to my parted legs, under the short nightdress and to my bare pussy. Her fingers move against me gently, prying my pussy lips apart and feeling the wetness inside. You seem to be enjoying the show, pushing my face onto you more vigorously than before, making me work harder on your cock, wanting you to love every moment of this.

The woman behind me pulls her hand away, replacing it with something hard. I feel as she pushes it into me, it goes in easily as I'm so wet. You watch as she pushes the dildo into me, moving it inside me as she fingers herself, and you can't take anymore. Pressing your hips into my face I feel you quiver as you cum in my mouth, pushing your dick in my throat as I swallow your juices.

Still blindfolded I feel you move away from me, leaving me on the bed with the other woman. She kisses me, tasting you on me and pushing me to lie down on the bed. She continues to fuck me with the dildo, kissing me, squeezing my breasts and teasing my nipples through the silk, then pulling it aside to expose me, kissing down my breasts and gently sucking and nibbling on them.

I kiss her, holding her in a tight embrace, touching her breasts too and reaching for her pussy. She moves up so I can reach her, pulling my hand close, wanting to feel me touch her. I stroke her pussy lips and feel the moistness of her, she's enjoying this little game of yours. I can't see where you are or what you are doing, but I imagine you near, watching us play. I begin to writhe under this woman's touch, she's getting me so close, I can feel it building up inside myself. Kissing her, moving with her, letting the feeling sweep over me as I moan and shake with orgasm.

"Did you enjoy that slave?" I hear you ask.

"Yes Master" I reply honestly.

"I think you should return the favour slave, lie her down, get on your knees and lick her pussy"

"Yes Master" I reply, nervous as I haven't been down on another woman before. She lies down and pulls me close, kissing me on the lips and the pushing my head away, down her body. I kiss down her neck, stroking her breasts and kissing over them, circling her nipples with my tongue. Moving down further, feeling my way, over her belly, then between her legs to her pussy.

Nervous, I begin with a long lick up the length of her slit, then gently explore her with my tongue, working her clit and pushing into her, kissing and sucking, teasing as she begins to press her hips against me. She tastes sweet, she tastes like summer. Circling and flicking her clit with my tongue she grinds into me, and I feel a presence behind me, hands move around my waist which startles me for a moment until I realise it's my Master. You're telling me I'm a good slave, and that this is my reward. Your hand moves under my silk nightdress, touching the top of my thighs as you kneel between my legs behind me. Still kissing the other woman's clit I feel your hot cock pressed against my pussy.

"You want your reward slave?" you ask.

"Yes Master" I say, pulling away from her for a moment, "Please Master I want it, I need you to fuck me Master!" I continue to lick her pussy, she wiggles into my face, a smile spreading across her lips as she strokes and squeezes her own breasts, and I feel you push into me, filling me with your dick. I lick and kiss and suck with new passion, sending the woman wild, her hips thrusting into my face as you thrust into my pussy and it's almost too much for me to take. She moans and writhes as she cums under my tongue, seeing this makes you pump into me harder, faster, deeper...

I feel like I can't breathe and small moans escape my lips with every thrust as I feel another orgasm coming, this one stronger than the last and as I feel you start to cum I shake all over. You cum deep inside me and we collapse on the bed, spent.

After that we recovered for a while, then you and the woman left the room and you instructed me to clean up and go home. You let me keep the nightdress, as a souvenir. I walked away in the raincoat I had arrived in, and the high heels. I was blindfolded throughout so I never knew who the other woman was, although I have my suspicions. I look forward to our next encounter...

Room 214: And On, And On...



I woke first, the three of us having fallen asleep in a mass of bodies, and decided to tease my wife and her girlfriend awake. Thankful for two hands, I positioned myself so I could administer very light strokes at exactly the same time. The tip of each index finger made contact with both soft pussies simultaneously, working bottom to top as lightly as I could manage. In no time at all, my wife and our lover began to stir.

And stirring led to them kissing, which led to my light touches becoming bolder, more insistent. Before long the passion of their kisses and my probing fingers soon reached a fevered pace, especially when I added a third finger inside both of them. 

I moved up onto my knees, and pushed them onto their backs—side by side—using only the leverage of my busy hands. The ferocity of my finger-fucking was matched by the tugs and twists of nipples, as both women sought to help me push the other to orgasm. 

My wife moved her mouth down to Lisa's neck and began gnawing on it like a woman possessed. This left me no option but to remove all six fingers and use something bigger...something that had been throbbing for several minutes.

I pulled my wife up onto all fours, as I shifted onto one knee. She didn't move one inch from Her Lisa's neck, even when I sank my steel-hard dick deep within her. I heard her moan, but it was muffled by Lisa's skin.

Looking down, I stared right into the Lisa's eyes and saw the intensity of her desire.

"Fuck her, Alan! Fuck her GOOD! Make her cum for me...PLEASE?"

These words felt like liquid fire being poured all over me, and I blazed with their force. My strong hands moved to my wife's hips, seeking leverage. I used that leverage to pound her!

Powerful strokes, each more demanding than the previous one. The echoes of my work were astounding and I refused to stop even when my gorgeous wife began to cum. I drove her from one orgasm to the next, without interruption.

Sweat poured off my body and my heart seemed ready to explode within my chest, yet I simply couldn't stop.

I was so caught up in the moment that I failed to notice Lisa moving from beneath my wife. It wasn't until I felt her amazing breasts press into my side that I noted her relocation, and in the midst of my assault she launched one of her own.

While reaching across me to grab both my nipples, she bit down hard on my right deltoid. Her tugs and twists were excruciating, as were her bites, and I knew what she sought.

One final crushing thrust into my spent wife, and I pulled out.

What happened next couldn't have taken place again, even with hours of choreographic practice. I grabbed Lisa's right arm and pulled her onto her back in one savage jerk, and without even a single moment's hesitation positioned myself over her, entered her, and drove my dick into her until the front of my hips pressed her into the mattress. 

The familiar O-shape one makes when surprised in a sexual way adorned her beautiful face in an image I will never forget.

My wife had recovered enough to interject herself back into the moment, leaning up to kiss me. As we shared a kiss, Laura urged me on. "Show off, Husband! Make me proud!"

Those words rang in my mind over the next 10 furious minutes of sexual domination, as I fucked my wife's girlfriend senseless. No mercy. No holding back. Nothing but frightening, deep strokes over and over and over. One orgasm gave way to the next until Lisa's body simply took over and reacted.

I felt her ejaculation as it soaked my dick and balls, and coated our still-entangled bodies. "Lick her up, Laura! Taste her sweetness, Wife!" I insisted, pulling out and moving alongside the bed.

Even as I was positioning myself as closely as I could to Lisa's mouth, my wife proceeded to coax yet another orgasm from deep within her lover's body with both her mouth and her demanding fingers.

The timing of Lisa's release matched my own, and I shot my load all over her beautiful face, cumming so hard and for so long that I was certain I was about to lose consciousness. 

When I opened my eyes and witnessed my wife licking my cum off of Lisa's face and sharing it with her, I felt the stirring of my next erection. 



Room 214: The Beginning



No sooner had the door to Room 214 closed than my gorgeous wife and her equally beautiful girlfriend were sharing a deep, probing kiss. Lisa's hands caressed, in a very familiar way, my wife's sumptuous ass while Laura returned the favor by working over her lover's incredible breasts. Being the committed voyeur that I admittedly am, I gently guided them over to the fashionable king-sized bed, even though it appeared they weren't even aware of my assistance, and found the very best place from which to watch.

Six weeks had passed since our first memorable tryst one floor up in the now famous Room 315, and what we started there was only stronger now. While I knew that a big part of the amazingly sexy show playing out before me was for my sole benefit, there could be no denying that the level of passion these two wanton goddesses were experiencing bore proof of the sort of mutual desire for one another that makes moments like this rare and otherworldly.

Laura pushed Lisa up onto the edge of the bed, but only after slipping down her shorts and already drenched panties. If I was a betting man, I'd place a very large wager that those same panties had been wet for a few hours now. Knowing that Lisa's plane arrived on time for this weekend meant that they had gotten to share almost three hours alone before meeting me. What transpired during those three hours would fuel my beloved "story time" for weeks to cum—pun intended.

The height of the bed coupled with my wife's own natural tallness allowed her a very comfortable, incredibly accessible position from which to work her magic on Lisa's sweetest spot...and work she did! 

Legs over shoulders.

Face pressed in deep one moment only to be drawn back to allow long, achingly long bottom to top tongue strokes.

Lisa's groans and moans and various other sounds of appreciative expression left little doubt that Laura was driving her ever closer to orgasm. When I saw both her hands move from her breasts—where she had been adding fuel to the already-raging fire by twisting and tugging and pinching her diamond-hard nipples—and take two handfuls of Laura's thick, wild-for-me hair I knew the moment had arrived.

Lisa's deep-throated growl of extreme release was as natural and authentic as the Cheshire Cat grin on my wife's shiny face as she looked over at me and mouthed, "I love you, Husband."

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Dinner was more relaxed this time, while the anticipation of the sexual adventures awaiting us slowly built with each empty glass of Ménage à Trois White.

"Laura doesn't need any dessert since she already had something sweet before dinner!" I teased, quickly growing hard as the image of her face down between Lisa's tanned legs filled my mind.

"MMM Hmmm, and I want more dessert!" my gorgeous wife said as she looked over at her girlfriend and shared an evil grin.

My hand shot up, "Check, PLEASE!"

The short walk back to the St. Oliver was a series of gropes and kisses, with the three of us participating. But once the small elevator's doors closed, I felt two pairs of hands force me against the mirrored wall. My shirt was roughly pushed up and two mouths closed over my ridiculously sensitive nipples.

It was either push the "Stop" button and bend them both over right there in the elevator, or stop the agonizingly wonderful nipple work, so reluctantly I grabbed two handfuls of thick, curly hair—one tawny blonde, the other midnight brown—and pulled them off me, directing their faces together. Of all the hedonistic elements we shared during our stay in Room 315, nothing came close to the voyeuristic delight I reveled in watching these two goddesses kissing.

Nothing.

The sound of the elevator doors opening jarred us back to reality and we shared a quick group hug before hurrying down the narrow hallway.

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Dessert—best shared with someone you love—was first on the menu, as Laura knelt in front of Her Lisa and I knelt behind. I lifted Lisa's right leg up onto a chair to allow my needy wife better access, and she showed her thanks by leaning around the left and kissing me passionately before moving back to the delicacy awaiting her. In unison, the two of us went to work. Laura wasted no time in renewing her bottom to top tongue stroking, while I set off on a different course, making my tongue into a small dick and attacking Lisa's ass.

The diminutive, but highly appreciative recipient of our team effort moved her hands back to Laura's head as she purred, "Oh, Laura...YES!"

This spurred me on and I pushed my way in as deeply as I could manage, feeling Lisa push back onto my face. My strong hands grabbed the front of her thighs for leverage as I worked her ass over. I felt, more than saw, Lisa bend over at the waist, but refused to relinquish my task.

What I couldn't see was Lisa licking her own juices off my wife's beautiful face just before the two of them began kissing again.

Less than a minute later I heard, "Stop fooling around, Alan! It's time for you to put on your Fuckin' Shoes!"



Room 214: What Cums Next



Two more sets of clothing quickly joined Lisa's, scattered where they fell. Once again I took on the cherished—if short-lived—role of voyeuristic observer, only this time it was my gorgeous wife who was being devoured.

Laura's long, long legs were pushed apart just enough to accommodate her girlfriend's head, whose mouth covered my wife's smoothly-shaved mound. Mimicking Laura, Lisa began with slow, slow bottom to top tongue strokes, but soon had her tongue buried inside her lover as far as she could get it. Ultimately, though, Lisa's curls tickled my wife's overly-sensitive upper, inner thighs until finally she began to giggle.

That was my cue.

Shod in my Fuckin' Shoes, I covered the distance from chair to bedside in three strides. Grabbing a handful of tawny blonde hair in my left hand, I moved Lisa's head to my erection and replaced her mouth with two of my fingers. Within seconds I was rhythmically fucking Lisa's face and Laura's pussy, but stopped almost as quickly as I had begun.

Turning toward the bed, I took those wonderfully familiar thighs in my strong hands and roughly repositioned my wife. It was time to aggressively insert myself into this situation, literally and figuratively.

One stroke.

One powerful thrust.

When the front of my thighs slammed into Laura both she and the bed shook.

She groaned, while the antique bed frame squeaked loudly in protest.

Pulling almost all the way out, I pushed in again even harder, adding several more strokes to this round.

"Work her clit, Lisa," I instructed to our amazing sex partner...and did she ever. First with her fingers, until she was overcome with lust and climbed atop the bed beside Laura. The sensation of Lisa's hair against my lower abs didn't tickle me in the least but did overwhelm me with passion, as she pleasured my lucky wife from above as I continued my own pleasure-giving from where I stood.

It was all I could do to keep from cumming on the spot when I watched Laura drag Lisa atop her face. When I saw Laura's hands pull her girlfriend down hard onto her face I had to physically hold back my orgasm.

Lisa's groans blended with my wife's moans, as my holding back yielded the typical prolonging of my erection.

Unable to see my wife's beautiful face in order to note her approaching orgasm, it caught me off-guard when I saw her head push back against the sheets in powerful release.

I redoubled my efforts, as I whispered another directive to my partner in crime, "Spank her clit, Lisa. Spank it GOOD!"

My wife's response to my powerful strokes and her girlfriend's new efforts was nothing short of amazing, as she yelled out her second orgasm as loudly as any I had ever heard in our almost 19 years of knowing each other.

My own response to this was to refuse to stop, and I added yet another instruction for Lisa. "Suck her clit! SUCK IT NOW!"

It was only a matter of seconds before Laura rode another wave of blissful release over to The Promised Land.

I helped Lisa off as gently as the two of us could manage, allowing Laura the space she needed to slowly ride the diminishing waves of her orgasmic journey.

Of course, I had other plans for Lisa as I still hadn't realized my own orgasm.

"Thirsty?" was all I asked, as I positioned her at my feet and began to stroke.

Lisa reached up and twisted both my nipples, while kissing and licking my balls.

A few minutes later I took her hair in my hand once again and guided her ready mouth back onto my dick.

I'm not which of us groaned the loudest. Me, as I filled her mouth with my hot cum, or her as she gladly received it. But I do know that things got started all over again when she stood and pulled me into a passionate kiss, sharing her spoils with me.

"MMMmmm..." I heard Laura exclaim.

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The scene playing out before me was undoubtedly the pinnacle of my voyeurism, and with each action...each command the profound enjoyment increased.

My wife's desire to dominate Her Lisa took on a whole new dimension once the two of them completed the first-time adjustment of the Double G strap-on. Once the straps of the harness were properly fitted, the dynamics of the moment changed gears.

"On all fours, Lisa!" Laura demanded in a voice unfamiliar to me.

Her lover complied.

"Suck this end and suck it good!" came the next directive, as my wife—situated on her knees close to Lisa's beautiful face—held out the dildo that would be inside herself.

Her lover complied.

Thirty seconds later, "Now fuck me with it until I tell you to stop!"

Her lover complied.

I sat on the far corner of the king-sized bed totally spellbound, watching Lisa work the black piece in and out of my wife's surely-throbbing pussy for no less than two minutes.

"Leave it inside me...all the way inside me!" her voice filled with both control and pleasure.

"Suck my dick, Lisa!" Laura demanded, pushing her strap-on equipped hips forward while grabbing a handful of tawny blonde hair with one hand and administering a stinging slap on Her Lisa's ass with the other.

Her lover whimpered, and complied.

"Look up at me! Show me how much you love my dick!"

Her lover complied...and their eye contact made my heart race.

"Who do you belong to, Lisa? Who!?"

"I'm yours, Laura. No one but yours."

"And don't you forget it, either!" my wife warned.

Sliding quickly behind Lisa, Laura grabbed the front of both tanned thighs. Positioning herself up on one knee, my fucking hot wife entered her lover for the first time.

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Several dozen strokes later the two them collapsed onto the bed together and I stood and applauded.

The three of us laughed together, reveling in our hedonism.



Room 217



Dedicated to CJ - the lady that rocks my boat!

*

And She came - she really did, but more of that a little later.

There really is more than a bit of 'will she, won't she?' - 'did she, didn't she?' in all of this little tale - so bear, or maybe even bare with me as I step back a bit and start a little while ago.

It all started a little while ago following a comment on a story that had been posted. One short note led to another, to a full blown correspondence. Sometimes these things take on a life of their own, coy changes to chat, changes to comfortably saucy. Believe me when I say saucy; and that's where it might all have stayed. We each knew where the other lived and while not at opposite ends of the country it was far enough away to have have been just that.

Then in a telephone chat - did I mention the telephone chats? Sorry - I should have done - comfortable - damn! I've used that word again, but they really were comfortable chats - any subject, laughter, tears, sorrow, anger - all the normal emotions we all go through, except we had never met. Lord how we decided what we would do if we ever met... But I digress, in a chat we suddenly realised that a member of her family had an apartment just down the road from me. We were both silent as we took in the ramifications. Would it work? Could it work? Could we make it work? In the end we decided we would see what might happen. Planning would be everything - on both sides. I think that we both decided that it would be a once only thing, a one time meeting, affair, call it what you would.

Unfortunately I drive a fairly distinctive car, which would not help matters. So it couldn't be left about the place, the estate the apartment was part of was close enough to my home district for it to be quite possible for it to be recognised. That difficulty was solved when it was discovered that there was a garage built in, so the car could be driven in in the dark and 'lost'.

Then the timing of the visit needed to be organised - difficult didn't even begin to describe that! If she could get away I couldn't, and vice versa. In the end we had all but given up - there had been one or two 'almosts' but the apartment wasn't available. We came to the conclusion that if it was to be - then it would happen, nothing we tried to organise was working.

Then I mentioned I was going to a car show, too far away to drive there and back in a single day, it would need a motel stop with an early start next day, and a drive back home that evening. She would be in the same locale on business.... The hell with the apartment - it looked like the meeting up was on. Then my partner decided she wanted to come with me - meeting off! Then it was realised she had an appointment that couldn't be changed - meeting on!

Then it was tonight and we knew it was really going to happen.

My text message was succinct - 217.

A tap on the door. A glance through the spy hole. A click and open the door and she came in.

The lights were down low.

We had rehearsed this moment in our heads, in e-mails, on the phone, now it was here.

Two tongue-tied fully grown adults - rooted to the spot.

"At last..." - we stumbled as the words came out together and the same.

We giggled as it struck home that this was not quite what we had planned....

I kissed her - gently, then as she held my head in both hands, more urgently.

We came up for air, then kissed again, more passionately, more urgently.

I slid my hand down and cupped her bottom pulling her into me. She groaned as she felt my hardness against her. Now she turned and leant back against me, again working her rear against me as I cupped her breasts through the light sweater she was wearing. Both of us were delighting in her decision not to wear a bra.

I eased her sweater over her head and revelled in the sight as she turned back towards me. I leaned forward, fussing her breasts - kissing and nibbling them as she held them up to me. Then our passion began to take over. She pulled my sweatshirt off over my head and discarded it before undoing my belt and the top snap of my jeans - she grabbed pants and shorts and didn'_t so much ease them down as yank them off complete with my socks and slip-on shoes. He sprang up and bounced in front of her face as she stood back up grabbing him as a handle on our way to the bed.

If the atmosphere in the room had been hot to start with, now it was positively boiling.

The senses were overloaded: me being overcome by the delicious aroma of musky, sexy, hot woman and she by the sight and handful she had of obviously aroused rampant male.

She lay back on the bed as I landed beside her - nipples hard in the centre of her dark areolas, excitement or the air conditioning? It didn_'t matter which - they were sensational. In the same way that men worry about size I guess women do too as during our chats she had been worried about being small up top. Whatever the bra size might have been I haven_'t a clue; these just looked absolutely right.

She lay back and waited as I moved in, kissing the inside of her left knee and then trailing kisses up to her smooth, hairless, soaking wet, aromatic centre. Folds open like the petals of a coral pink flower showing up the dark wet interior. She shivered as I took those lips in mine, drawing them gently through my own lips and savouring the taste, the heat and the incredible texture. Then I caressed up that luscious opening to her throbbing, hard pink bud. Just touching it with the tip of my tongue was like setting off a firecracker. I went deaf as her thighs clamped round my ears and I shuddered with her as she came noisily and very wetly on my face. Juices leaking and spraying in a beautiful shower as I drank them in. Now I rolled her over so that she was half lying, half sitting on top of me - liquid honey dripping on me as she tried to get her breath back. I held her cheeks in both hands and pulled her back down to me all the better to use my tongue to lick that wonderful juice. She shuddered and came again, again dripping her own juicy come onto my face and open mouth.

Then she rolled off and lay back recovering, her breath coming in gasps as she came down, back to earth. Then she raised herself up on one elbow and pushed me onto my back, muttering, "Your turn...!"

And then she started. I'm uncut - and she ran her tongue in and around my foreskin, making me want to buck my hips as the sensations started growing as I got, almost impossibly, harder and redder than before. Now she gently pulled the skin back over the precum soaked tip and then with slicked wet lips slid her mouth over until the corona was being slurped with lips and tongue - dear God! Though we had never done this before we each seemed to know what the other loved and this was mind blowing.

She looked me full in the eye as she slid her mouth down over my length, somehow taking me all in, deep throating me - no gagging. No hesitation. No one else has ever managed that!

Christ what a sensation. Then a slow slide back up to the tip.

"If you do that any more....!"

So she let me go, and slid her body up mine, trapping him between us - that was a sensation all of it_s own - to kiss me again. Tongue licking her own juices off my face and then offering her tongue into my mouth, fencing gently and sexily with my own. Big, sloppy, wet, sexy hard kisses - her belly rubbing him wetly between us. Then moving her knees up either side of my hips she positioned herself with those coral folds just round him and trapped his length between her folds and lips. Sliding herself up and down him, wanking me with her pussy lips, bringing me dangerously close all over again. Then sensing the rising tide between us- she moved up further letting his tip engage her pussy then easing down on him _'til we slid together for the first time merging and becoming one.

Conjoined.

Complete.

Unbelievable.

We just lay there soaking each others bodies up until she contracted her inner muscles - Lord what bliss. So I did the same, making him twitch and watched as she caught her breath with pleasure. Then she moved up me until only his very tip was inside and the sensations grew to the point of no return.

To the point where I rolled her over, grabbed her ankles and split the 'Y' driving hard into her again and again. Feeling the electric surge as the sap rose and we exploded, if not together as near as made no odds. Gasping, rigid, locked together. Trying to pierce her very soul with my own stiffness, spraying deep into her womb, her cervix having been long penetrated.

He shrank and slowly slipped out as I rolled off and lay along side. She closed her knees tight to keep the juices inside, both lips now squeezed thin and inflexible as a white pearl-drop of liquid appeared against the fiery red of her totally aroused sex. She offered it to me having wiped it onto her finger tip and I sucked it off. Now I wanted the cream pie and I raised her still tight-closed legs up and dived underneath before she spread them apart to let me reach her. I took it. At first closing my my mouth over her mound then as her legs spread further swiping my tongue up her now reopened lips. Again she orgasmed hard, going first rigid at the touch and then coming again in another mini earthquake as I licked and cleaned her up.

Now she knelt over me and moving up me, sat on me holding herself just above me fingers of one hand holding her lips apart as she squeezed her muscles to expel any remaining cum onto my waiting tongue drip, by beautiful, sliding drip. Finally I once again used my tongue to lick any last remaining amount clean.

Now she moved down and took my wilted organ in her own lips and mouth, lovingly cleaning him up, doing a semi-revival job at the same time.

Such bliss, but finally unable to take any more I pulled her back up along side me. Wrapping her beautiful wet centre half over one hip, we lay together. Dozing in the afterglow of a long-awaited coupling of such intensity as to be unforgettable.

(c) Sven (tE) Oct _06 



Room 220



Maria pulled up her cleaning trolley up the corridor. She was dressed in the dark green apron coat with white collar and short sleeve cuffs that was regulation for all the hotel's house keeping maids. A thin black plastic Alice band sat on the crown of her long blond hair which draped over her shoulders. The apron coat was a baggy larger size for the 20 year old. A exact fit had not been available for her buxom 34-28-36 figure. Her large 34DD chest had been a challenge for the smaller sized outfits.

She turned her trolley round the corner to her next room, room 220 and knocked on the door. The muffled female "Come in" from the other side took her by surprise. It was 11:15am and practically all the guests had normally left their rooms by this time. Either a very late riser or ill she thought as she opened door and went in, announcing her entry with a loud "House keeping".

The curtains were still closed expect a small gap in the middle that let in a small amount of sun to dimly light the room. "Don't worry about me, please carry on" said the woman in the bed. Maria could just about make out the thin almond shape face with long dark hair above the sheets. "I can come back later?" she offered in her Eastern European accent. "No, please do carry on, I need to get up anyway. Please start with the bathroom and I'll be out of bed in a few minutes", the brunette replied. "OK" said Maria as she stepped back outside to get her things for the bathroom.

Maria had started to re-arrange the guest's cosmetic items on the sink counter, when the lady called "Excuse me" from inside the room. "Yes" Maria replied as she stepped out of the bathroom into the main room. The woman must have opened the curtains wider as the room was lighter as Maria came round. "Can you help me to clean this?" the woman asked politely.

All words left the stunned Maria as she took in the sight in front of her. The woman was sat totally naked in the middle of the bed with her legs spread apart, leaning back on her left hand and holding out a large red dildo with her other hand towards the maid. Maria was staring, her eyes taking in every detail. The woman was a brunette with some subtle blond highlights in her long hair. Her face like her body was thin. Her dark pink lips were turned into a very bright and friendly smile which her large friendly dark blue eyes reinforced. She seemed slightly older, probably mid to late 20's Maria guessed. She had a thin tanned body. A gold heart shaped locket sat between her 34B breasts with their large brown thin oval aurelola. A flat stomach led down to a totally shaved crotch and light pink lipped pussy.

Maria's mind and body coursed with many emotions. There was of course shock and embarrassment and her cheeks and ears had both turned crimson. There was also fear but there was also arousal. Her lesbian orientation was an open fact to the other maids. It was this freedom that had brought to this country in the first place. She couldn't help but be turned on by the very sexy and attractive woman in front of her. The nakedness, the fully exposed pussy, the dildo and the faint smell of the woman's sex had all turned her on intensely. The blood had not rushed just to her face but also to her own pussy lips and it felt as hot as her face. She some how managed to get out a confused "Clean?"

"Yes, can you please clean my dildo for me. I've been using it all morning" said the woman in a perfect sultry tone that turned up the heat up a couple more degrees in Maria's panties. The woman stood up from the bed, stood before Maria and held the still moist toy in front of Maria's face. "See how wet it's got, you can smell it can't you?" she teased, bringing the dildo under the maid's nose.

This provocative action and the fresh smell of sex pushed Maria's body over the edge and beyond her control. She felt her chest tighten and become warm as the tips of her breasts started to harden. Her pussy felt red hot and she could feel her own juice on her lips as her panties started to moisten. The woman lowered the toy onto Maria's bottom lip and using her seductive tone again, suggested, "You can lick it clean if you like."

The maid's instinct and cravings were overriding any rational thoughts and her lips formed around the toy and took it in. Her tongue licked around the dildo combining the fresh wet cum with the dried and sourer older cum. Either way it tasted like gorgeous honey. More so given that she had been without since she had broken up with her girlfriend last month. As she tried to devour more of the toy, the woman pulled it back. Playing on Maria's hunger she asked "If you like it so much, why don't you try the source?, taking her stare and Maria's down to her pussy.

She took Maria's hand as she eased herself onto her bed, bringing Maria with her. She went back to her prior position, leaning back on her arms with her legs spread wide open around the maid. As Maria knelt on the bed gazing at the moist feast in front of her, all kinds of thoughts went through her head from her boss, to strangely, room 221. Her need was, however, too great and she edged forward putting her hands down at either side of the woman's waist as she dived her head down to her pussy.

The smell of the woman's excited lips as well as her chic perfume excited Maria further as she initially used her tongue to lick the woman's pussy lips up and down. She first did it slowly, taking the tongue further in each time she licked upwards. The woman tasted sweet and silky. Maria then moved her right hand over and used the thumb to work the woman's clit as she drove her tongue right in. She alternated between quick in and out motions with a deep thrust followed by a small pause as she drove her tongue into the roof of the woman's chamber.

The woman's orgasm grew as Maria worked away, covering the maid's tongue with ever more fluid. Her body then started to spasm back and forth as her climax grew and she had started to moan. With the maid burying her tongue ever deeper and harder the spasm turned into a frenzy as the woman's crotch violently bucked against Maria's face. The moaning gave way to louder screams and finally one big loud scream as the woman's whole body convulsed building up a thrust which traveled down her body and exploded as a flood on Maria's tongue, mouth and face.

Maria had so burrowed her face so tightly into the woman's pussy in order to get tongue in as deep as possible that the orgasm had drenched almost her whole face. Her tongue was still working away, much slower though and in time with the after tremors of the woman's orgasm. She did eventually look up with broad, wet grin. The woman smiled back at her from behind her breasts and her still erect brown nipples. "I guess I should clean you up now?" she beamed.

Led by the woman, the two of them got up and stood beside the bed. The woman knelt down in front of Maria. She undid the bottom buttons of Maria's apron and slid the white panties with their giant wet spot down and over the maid's feet. With a slight tap on Maria thigh's, she got the maid to spread her legs wider. She then nuzzled her face against the moist pussy and caressed it up and down with her forehead, nose, and mouth, pushing each ever harder against the lips. She then ruffled the small blonde tuft at the top with her nose.

The woman then worked Maria's pussy with her right thumb, drilling it in and out and scooping it round in semi circles. The thumb was absolutely soaked when she took it out. The woman then drove her tongue in, working it in an ever growing harder and deep flicking. Maria started to pant and moan as the woman got quicker and she could feel her cum flowing onto the woman. The woman then used the fingers on her right hand to stoke Maria's bottom and then to stroke her crack on that side, caressing the opening of Maria's anus as she did that. All the time her tongue was pounding in from the front. This intensified Maria's panting and made it louder. The woman then stroked the opening of Maria's anus with her wet thumb before she gradually started to push the thumb into it. Once in, she gently worked it in and out slowly.

Maria felt that her body could not take this combination, the intense pounding of her pussy by the woman's tongue and slower penetration of her anus. Her legs started to feel like jelly and started to shake as much as body was. The whole inside of her body felt like it was churning molten lava and that this lava was building up in her crotch making it feel like it was going to burst. The woman suddenly drove both her tongue and thumb in simultaneously as deep and hard as she could in one sharp movement. Maria screamed louder than she ever had in her life as she felt an electric shockwave go through spine and she let go of what felt like a river. It looked like her pussy had almost totally drenched the woman as she emerged from below Maria. The maid's body was still quivering for minutes afterwards and she had to sit on the bed until she thought her legs could stand again.

Having eventually recovered and cleaned herself, Maria did actually service the room. She hugged and kissed the woman goodbye. She wasn't sure whether she would be there tomorrow or not, but she didn't care, this had been one hell of an experience and she couldn't imagine it happening again. But her mind did boggle at what could be in room 221!



Room 222



It was an autumn afternoon and the wind had a brisk bite as it blew across the steadily emptying parking lot of William Jefferson Clinton High School.

Gretchen Ames did not feel the chill however, despite the fact that the cheerleader's uniform she was wearing was so very brief. The passionate, hungry kisses being pressed to her lips alone would have probably been enough to fight off the cold - certainly, they were igniting quite a fire in the eighteen year old senior - but her boyfriend was also crushing her between his car and himself and she found that his big, muscular body worked well as a windbreak. Nineteen year old Tommy Halpern, the star running back of his school's football team, wasn't feeling the cold either though, just the slender young body he was leaning into, the open mouth beneath his, and the firm breast he was holding onto so firmly.

The girl broke the kiss at last to come up for some air, enjoying the feel of something very big and rock hard against her hip. Her guy may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he was strong, he was popular, and he was hung.

"You know, if I didn't know better," she teased, her eyes sparkling, "I'd say you kinda liked me." 

As ususal, he didn't really catch that she was just kidding. "Oh, yeah, I like you," he enthused eagerly, not wanting his girl to think for a moment that he didn't. He had one of the hottest girls in school on his arm and he had no intention of losing her because she felt unappreciated. "As a matter of fact, I lo- . . ." his voice trailed off for a moment as, like so many men his age and older, he had some trouble with the L word. "I really, really like you! A lot!"

Though her smile never wavered, Gretchen hid a little sigh. She should have known better. It was lucky for him that he had so many other wonderful qualities to compensate or someone as dumb as this big ox would never have gotten the time of day from her.

"How about you show me how much you like me?" she ventured, one hand going to that sizable swelling in his pants. I think it would be really hot if you fucked me right here at school."

The young man nodded quickly, a big and very happy smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah!" This was one proposition that he did not need interpreted. Tommy backed away from her a step so that he could stuff a hand into his pocket for his car keys, but she stopped him hastily by grabbing hold of his wrist.

"No, babe - not in the backseat of your car, again."

He gave her a confused look. "No?"

They had done it in the backseat of his car before and, even though that was a rite of passage of sorts that she thought everybody should do at least once, the fact remained that it really was an awkward and uncomfortable place to have sex. In any case, when she'd said that she wanted to do it at the school, she'd hadn't meant someplace so mundane as the parking lot. 

Oh, no. She had a much better spot in mind.

"Let's go back inside," she urged him, motioning towards the building with her head. "Let's do it in my algebra classroom!"

That idea startled him. "Inside the school building? But what about Mrs. Lawler?"

"Don't worry about her. That old bitch will have left by now." 

Gretchen had always hated math, but this algebra class was proving to be worst than anything that had come before. It was pure torture for her just to sit through it everyday, much less to have all of those stupid, mind-numbing formulas and equations that she could never understand thrown at her. She liked the teacher even less than the class as she was convinced that a mean old cow like Mrs. Lawler had it in for young, beautiful and popular girls like her.

The cheerleader knew for a fact that she would be flunking that class now if she hadn't gotten a certain math nerd to do the work for her in exchange for showing him her boobs.

That was why going back into the school and having her boyfriend nail her right there on the teacher's desk seemed like such a great idea to her. Firstly, it was a willful desecration of that vile woman's lair. Secondly, it would give the cheerleader some happy memories that she could daydream over when she would otherwise be bored stiff.

Tommy was hesitant though, spending several long moments looking back and forth between the school building and his girlfriend. "You really think we could get away with that, Gretchen?"

"I know so, babe." There was nothing but confidence in her voice.

Tommy took another speculative look at the building, but it was a foregone conclusion that he would agree to her demands. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Gretchen and maybe not get to have sex with her at all. "Well, okay, then."

"Great!" she cried, bounding up and off the car to give him a quick kiss. "Meet me there, okay? It's room 222. I have something to take care of first, but I'll meet you there in just a few minutes."

"Huh? Where are you going?"

She was already rushing away though, pretending that she didn't hear him. 

It was better to keep Tommy in the dark about where she was going, she told herself with a smirk. The last thing she needed was for her guy to find out she was showing her goods to someone else, get all jealous, and pound her math nerd into the dirt.

He couldn't do her algebra for her if he was in the hospital, after all.

* * *

Jack Miller was the Principal of Clinton High and he had long ago made it a habit to tour the halls each afternoon as the place emptied so that he could make sure all was in order, but on at least a few days each week, he also liked to make a little pit stop.

Affecting an air of great casualness that would have been utterly unconvincing had anyone been there to see it, he paused for a moment not too far from the closed door of one of the classrooms to glance up and down the hallway. Nobody could have seen him without wondering what he was really up to.

As the school's Principal, there were a dozen or more very good reasons why he should be stopping for a few minutes to visit with one of his teachers, but he still preferred to be surreptitious about it. He knew that tongues would wag if he was seen going into one particular classroom regularly and closing the door behind him.

To his great relief, he saw that the hallway was empty for the moment and he decided to seize this opportunity to get inside unobserved. He took a quick step towards the door, but had to veer off at the last second when he heard the sound of sneakers squeaking on the linoleum floor. When a teenaged girl passed through the intersection not four yards away only a moment later, he had his back to her and was pretending to peruse the notices on a bulletin board.

Jack stared at the bulletin board without seeing it, listening with all of his might until the sound of squeaking shoes finally faded away into the distance. Only when all was again quiet did he look back over his shoulder cautiously to reassure himself that he was once more alone.

Turning back to the door, he made an unseemly rush for it and was just about to grab the handle when he was startled by the sound of more footsteps, this time accompanied by soft voices. Thinking quickly, he threw himself down onto one knee and pretended to be retying his shoelaces as a couple more people made their way through that intersection.

The Principal belatedly realized that it was not a perfect deception as he was wearing penny loafers, but he seemed to get away with it. 

This time, just as soon as the coast was clear, Jack threw himself bodily at the door. The middle-aged man had yanked it open, ducked through and then closed it again in such a swift and smooth maneuver that suggested he'd had plenty of practice at it. And it all happened without sending a single sound out to echo through the silent hallway.

Over at her desk, Mrs. Abby Lawler had just been finishing putting some papers away in her briefcase when the man's body came hurtling into her classroom. She glanced over her shoulder with a playful smile, knowing full well who it would be.

"Hi, Jack," she offered in a throaty purr, immediately forgetting about everything except for greeting him properly. She had no doubt what her boss was there for and was strutting as she approached him."I was just starting to wonder what was keeping you." His arms went around her waist as her's went around his neck and their bodies came together with well practiced precision. 

"Hi, Abby. How's the hottest algebra teacher on earth?"

She rewarded him for the compliment with a lingering kiss. "A lot better now that you're here."

This was not an uncommon position for this two educators to find themselves in and they did not need to be told to make the most of it while they had the chance. More and more kisses followed, growing hungrier and more passionate by the moment as tongues threatened to go right down throats. Hands started to stray, moving relentlessly in slow but urgent caresses over each other's bodies, nothing and nowhere proving to be out of bounds. She could feel the evidence of his arousal through his slacks and did not doubt that her own body was responding with all of the proper recognition signals, too. 

"How about we have a little fun before we have to head for home?" he inquired hopefully.

"I don't know, honey," she answered without trying to pull free of his embrace. "Remember, how I told you that my husband was starting to ask questions about why I have to work late so often? I'm beginning to worry that he might suspect that something's going on. Besides which, I really do have a ton of papers I need to get graded before tomorrow."

"Please, Abby," the Principal pleaded in a needy whine. "It's been almost a week since you and I really had a chance to do anything but make out! I just don't know how much longer I'll last if I can't get into your cunt."

The algebra teacher heaved a slightly annoyed sigh. She hated it when he got like this, begging and pleading like a ten year old would for a piece of candy or some new toy. That he could be like this was just one of the reasons why she would never think of leaving her husband for him. Indeed, she suspected that this was part of the reason why he was single now - perhaps his ex-wife had gotten so fed up with it that she'd divorced him.

Still, there was no denying that he knew what to do with a cock and, after the kind of trying day she'd just had, she didn't really think it wouldn't do her any harm to unwind a little before going home. 

Besides, when was the last time that her husband had been this anxious to get into her pussy?

"All right, then," she said at least, noting with some pleasure that he almost leapt with joy. "Go and finish your tour of the school first, though. I'll be right here waiting for you when you get back."

Another searing kiss was shared, then the man pulled away so fast that his paramour almost lost her balance. Darting across to the door, he opened it slowly and stuck his head out to look up and down the hallway again. Only when he was absolutely certain that no one would see him leaving this classroom did he make his escape, closing the door behind him.

Abby couldn't help but chuckle, muttering something under her breath about silly men who wanted to play James Bond.

Turning back to look across the room at her desk however, she found herself pausing for a moment to consider that piece of furniture, possibilities forming in her mind. 

It was a lewd and wicked idea, but the more she thought about it, the better an idea it seemed, and a positively evil grin appeared on her face. Walking back across the classroom, she closed her briefcase and moved it so that it was out of the way, sitting on the floor next to the desk. Stepping back a little now, she took another even longer look at her desk and that smile only grew bigger.

There would be more than enough room!

She knew that Jack was probably be sprinting through the school right now, giving himself a heart attack in his desperation to get back to her just as quickly as possible, and so she wanted to be ready for him when he arrived. It was with some speed that she cleared off the few things from the desk top that might have ended up getting in the way. These items were neatly stacked back behind the desk so that they would not be underfoot, but would also be easy to replace when they were done. Abby even took a moment to make absolutely sure that there were no stray pins, paper clips, staple removers or anything else that might poke anyone in an especially sensitive spot. 

The deck had now been cleared for action!

* * *

The big football player walked slowly and a little uncertainly down the hallways of the school, proceeding directly to the algebra classroom.

Tommy noted with some pleasure that the place was very nearly deserted, reflecting that this probably meant that Gretchen was right and that Mrs. Lawler too was long gone, but he still cringed a bit whenever he happened to pass another person. He enjoyed having sex in weird and unusual places as much as the next guy, but being spotted by some anonymous passerby he would never see again was a very different thing to getting caught by some authority figure who could punish him.

The terrible thought occurred to him that Coach might throw him off the team if he got caught doing this! Now there was a thought that made him shudder. That might even be worse than losing Gretchen!

One of these days, he was just going to have to learn how to say no to his girlfriend.

Still, he told himself to look on the plus side of this. If they succeeded, he would have a cool new story to brag about to the guys in the locker room.

As he rounded the last corner before room 222, the boy was hit squarely by someone who came speeding along from the opposite direction. The impact didn't even make Tommy flinch, but the other person was knocked backward and sent tumbling to the floor. The big boy looked down at the older man who was suddenly sitting at his feet.

"Oh, sorry, dude. You okay?" There was a pause as the gears between Tommy's ears cranked into life just long enough for him to recognize exactly who it was he had just knocked down. "Principal Miller? Is that you, sir?"

Jack jumped in alarm at being recognized so close to his mistresses classroom and his first instinct was to hide his face and make a run for it, but he calmed himself down with an effort. There was no need to panic, he reassured himself. There was no way in the world that this kid could know that he had just spent a few moments in Abby Lawler's arms.

"Man, I'm really sorry about that, sir," the football player continued sincerely, holding out his hand to help the educator up. "I should really do a better job of watching where I'm going."

"Yes, well, no harm done, son," Jack assured him, taking the offered hand and gasping as he was effortlessly lifted off the floor like a rag doll and set back on his feet. "Um, yes, just an accident. Everything's all right now." 

The Principal paused, noting the young man was now frowning quizzically at him. "What? What is it?"

Tommy pointed. "Dude, do you have lipstick on your face?"

Jack's eyes went wide in alarm. "No! No, I don't have anything on my face! Do you understand me, boy?"

"No, really," Tommy insisted, pointing again. "It's right there."

"NO!" the Principal screamed, grabbing the younger man by the upper arms to try to shake him. It was like trying to shake a mountain. "I'm telling you that there is absolutely nothing on my face! Got it?!"

The gears ground into motion for a moment again, but this time could not help poor Tommy Halpern understand what the older man was freaking out for. "Uh, sure, dude," he agreed, utterly baffled. "Whatever you say."

"Good!"

Dodging around this immense mound of teenaged muscle, the Principal sprinted for the bathroom at a pace that might have made the kids who went out for track and field a bit envious. Tommy could only watch him go in silent confusion, unable for the life of him to figure out what that had all been about. 

At length, he just shrugged his shoulders and gave up trying.

"Old people are weird," he muttered to himself, continuing on his way up the hall. "Sure looked like lipstick to me . . ."

* * *

Abby felt like a whore and was loving every moment of it.

Past experience had taught Jack that she would most likely just sit down demurely on the edge of her desk while she waited for him, keeping all of her clothes on since she knew that he really liked to undress her himself. She couldn't wait to see how he reacted when he came back and saw how she'd arranged herself this time, however.

Almost all of the students would have left for home just as soon as the final bell rang. If any had lingered to ask her a question or something, she was confident that they would have been here by now. The clock on the wall told her that most of her fellow teachers would be filing out the exits by now, too, and it was extremely rare that any of them would stop by her room even if they were still here unless maybe they were collecting for the next staff birthday party.

With no question in her mind then that nobody would be coming to this classroom but Jack, she had posed herself in the nastiest, sexiest position she could think of.

She had bent herself over the edge of her desk with her dress hauled up and draped over her waist to make sure it would not slip back down. As she had also peeled off her panties and tossed them onto the pile of items behind her desk, she was now aiming her full moon straight at the door so that it would be the very first thing Jack saw on his return.

For good measure, she had her legs wide apart so that her dripping pussy was also exposed and available, doing a little work with her fingers to make sure it would stay aroused and ready no matter how long she had to wait like that.

Seeing her posing for him like a porn star was going to bring out the animal in him, she was sure, and she was looking forward to being fucked even better than usual today!

All she could do now though, was wait . . .

* * *

"I'm sorry, but I just can't do this anymore," math nerd Henry Gibbs complained in a whimper, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "It's just not right for me to do all of your class work for you."

Having cornered her prey in the school's library, the young cheerleader had managed to get him behind some bookshelves so that they could carry out their transaction in private. After all, the last thing Gretchen wanted was for anyone to see her within ten yards of someone like this. Something like that would surely bring her coolness factor down by at least thirty points! She needed to get this done and be on her way as quickly as possible. 

For him now to be wasting her time by putting up this kind of a fuss was just too much.

"What's the matter?" she asked him, both hands going to the bottom edge of her uniform's top. "It's not like you aren't very well compensated for helping me."

The boy's eyes were wide and glued to those hands. "But it's cheating. You're getting grades you don't deserve."

She snorted at that. "Oh, I'm earning my algebra grade. I'm earning it just by letting someone like you see my titties!" How could this creep not understand that, she wondered. How could he not see that, in the final analysis, he was being paid very, very generously for the work he was doing on her behalf?

"But . . ."

Sick and tired of this nonsense, wanting to get back to her boyfriend, Gretchen started to tug up the front of her top only to be startled by the sight of Henry quickly covering up his eyes with both hands.

"No!" he whined, stamping his foot. "I'm not going to help you cheat any more!"

The girl sighed. "Oh, all right then, you big baby. You win."

Henry couldn't believe his ears. "I what?"




Room 222



* * *

Cracking open the classroom door, Tommy stuck his head in cautiously for a quick look around.

He still wasn't quite sure that it was as safe and deserted as his girlfriend had claimed it would be and that encounter with the Principal had only served to unnerve him even more. His eyes swept carefully across the room using the self same intensity with which they found weaknesses in an opposing teams front line and he was soon reassured that there was only one person in the room.

And that person was a woman, bent over the teacher's desk and naked from the waist down, her legs wide apart as she played with her own juicy cunt. This was a woman who was here for the sole purpose of getting fucked.

Well, that just had to be Gretchen, didn't it? 

He couldn't see her face, but what were the odds that some other woman would not only just happen to be right here where he was supposed to meet his girlfriend, but also coincidentally be waiting for someone to come along and screw her? He couldn't imagine how this could possibly be anyone but Gretchen.

With a big smile on his face, Tommy darted into the classroom and shut the door behind him, his eyes never leaving his girl's tail for an instant, the flagpole in his pants rising fast.

So that was why she had darted off like that! So that she could get here ahead of him and assume the position!

Somewhere in the back of his head, a small voice questioned why Gretchen should have gone to all the trouble of changing her clothes before they met to do this, but he dismissed that by telling it that she probably just didn't want any embarrassing cum stains on her cheerleading uniform.

What he was really focused on at that moment was the fact that his girl had obviously put on a bit of weight! He couldn't really imagine how he had managed to miss it before, considering how much flesh that little uniform of her's left bare, but he could certainly see it clearly now. Tommy wondered for a moment if he should mention it, but discarded that idea swiftly when he remembered how badly Gretchen reacted that time he tried to warn her that she might be getting some acne.

Still, a few extra pounds was not nearly enough to dissuade Tommy Halpern from doing what he had come here to do. In fact, there was just about nothing that could have put him off at this point.

Opening his pants, he hauled his hard cock out of it's painful confinement and into the open air at last. Stepping forward then, he closed the distance between himself and his girl, aiming the big head of his cock into her tunnel of love.

Abby had heard the door to her classroom open and perked up, glad that her man had made such good time and returned to her so very quickly. She grinned as she imagined the look that must be on his face right now as he found her posed for him like this. That he would love it, went without question!

She was tempted to look back over her shoulder so that she could see his expression for herself, but decided against it when she heard him move up close behind her quickly and without a single word spoken, his pants coming open. She hastily took her hand from between her legs to make sure she would not be in his way.

If playing the whore for him like this had her lover so thoroughly steamed up that he was just going to dive straight into her, then she thought it might be best if she just held on tight and enjoyed the ride!

An instant later, Abby would reflect that she had made the right choice as the head of his cock began to press in between the swollen lips of her sex, his strong hands firmly gripping her by the hips. He seemed so much bigger to her than he usually did somehow, but she dismissed that as an illusion created by how intensely aroused she was right now.

With a hoarse grunt, he started to enter her, stretching her twat to it's limits as he sank all the way in.

* * *

Standing at the men's room sink, Jack eyed his face with a critical eye, making sure that he had gotten off every last trace of Abby's lipstick.

As a matter of fact, he had very nearly rubbed his face raw using the watery soap and rough paper towels the school stocked to make absolutely sure it was all gone. With a pained groan, he made a mental note to see to it that they started buying higher quality toiletries here from now on.

It just would not do for the Principal of a school to be seen walking around with lipstick on his face! People would immediately start asking who he had been kissing, after all.

If people thought for one moment that it was one of the students, ugly rumors would start to spread and he could lose his job! Or, do jail time, in the worst case scenario. It wouldn't be much better if they assumed it was one of the teachers though as most of them were married! Discipline here at the school would be a thing of the past as everyone would do nothing but speculate on who his mistress might be.

It was not just for his own benefit that he was making such a determined effort to hide his sin, however. He knew that it would surely be the end of Abby's marriage if it ever got out that she was putting out for someone other than her husband and he was not about to let that happen.

He knew Abby would never leave her husband and, as much as he adored that woman, he would never ask her to. This was not about stealing her away so much as it was about two people enjoying the thrill of a little illicit fun.

Satisfied with his appearance at long last, he rushed out of the men's room, not wanting to waste any more time getting this walk-through done.

His cock had been waiting to get into Abby's twat for far too long already.

* * *

As he watched the last of his big shaft disappear into his girlfriend, Tommy told himself that he and Gretchen were going to have to start fucking at school more often if it was going to be like this.

Her cunt hadn't wrapped this tightly around his manhood since the first few times they had done it! It had made things much more comfortable for her when she finally learned how to cope with his size, but he had come to miss the exquisite tightness of those early days. The thrill of doing it in one of the classrooms, knowing that they were seriously risking being caught red-handed by everyone from teachers to students to janitors was clearly doing something to her that was making this time seem just like their first time.

A wordless, ecstatic moan was pulled from his very soul as he finally got the last inch of his cock into her.

Wow, what a realistic illusion! Abby said to herself, putting her head down on the desk as she gloried in the incredible sensations that were coming from between her legs. It really did feel like her lover's cock had somehow managed to double in size! Not only had it seemingly grown thicker, but it even seemed longer!

Oh, God, yes! She was definitely going to be playing the slut for him like this again and again in the future!

Jack had been with his fair share of women over the years and had seemingly learned all of the tricks of the trade, so she was very used to him using some skill and technique when he serviced her. She'd always climaxed when she was with Jack, while her husband averaged at only about seventy-five or eighty percent.

Abby was discovering that this time was going to be different, however. The only words she could find to describe how her lover was taking care of business today were "savage" and "brutal."

With his hands gripping her so crushingly tight that she knew that there would be bruising, he started to pump in and out of her slowly at first, but in mere moments he was gaining in both speed and momentum. Jack must have been a blur back there, slamming himself into her so very hard that she would have sworn that her feet were lifting off the floor.

Why, it was almost like she was being screwed by a teenaged boy who so far had learned only the basics of pleasing a woman! Yes, she realized, that was it - Jack was fucking her like a teenaged boy would, focusing on his own pleasure and not really worrying so much about her taking care of her needs.

While Abby normally did appreciate it when her men made a little bit of an effort with her, when she was being plowed by a cock as big as this one seemed to be, this simpler and more straight forward approach was serving perfectly well. As he pistoned in and out of her that afternoon with all the sex-crazed fury of a wild animal, she found that she was reaching heights of ecstacy that she had never imagined existed.

Clenching the edge of her desk so tightly that it was a wonder that she didn't shatter the wood, Abby exploded in a huge orgasm. 

More than anything, she wanted to shriek loud enough to shatter glass, maybe even loud enough to knock this school house off it's foundation! She wanted to let the whole world know just how good this felt!

Considering that she had a husband at home, not to mention that she could lose her job if this affair with her boss were revealed, it was probably for the best then that she could only find breath enough to emit a pretty pathetic squeak.

Tommy came only moments later, shooting off a spectacular flood of cum that could never have been contained inside her. Pearly white seed came spurting back out, splashing back on the burly football player and dripping down the woman's legs. If that weren't bad enough though, his jerking cock popped out towards the end and he gave her whole butt a good frosting, too.

Gasping as he staggered exhaustedly one step, then another back from his girlfriend, Tommy looked on in amazement at how much cum he had just given up. This was one for the record books!

But then he noticed with a disgusted frown just how much of it had splattered back on him.

He would need to get that cleaned off and fast.

Hauling his jeans back up, Tommy didn't bother to fasten them as he headed out the classroom door with a noticeably awkward gait, simply holding them up with his hands as he made his escape. 

After a fantastic ride like that, his mind had seized up and he didn't think for even a moment about how awkward it would be if someone happened to catch sight of him like that.

Fortunately, luck would be with him and the running back disappeared into the nearby men's room without incident.

Behind him, he left a woman who had been totally laid to waste, unable to move until the inferno between her thighs started to die down, unwilling to even lift her head until the world stopped swimming around her. 

Abby was completely unaware of anything at this point except how very well her lover had serviced her.

* * *

Henry cautiously kept his hands over his eyes, certain that this must be some kind of trick. "What did you say?"

"I said, you win. I didn't realize that you felt so strongly about this," Gretchen answered. "I'll just have to start doing my own work from now on, I guess."

"Really?"

"Yeah, yeah."

The teenaged boy heaved a huge sigh of relief and let his hands drop from his eyes, only to discover that he had been betrayed. Gretchen had her top pulled all the way up and was showing off her big, firm breasts. His brain melted immediately, eyes bulging as his glasses steamed up, his mouth falling open, and his body trembling.

The cheerleader's smile was smug. "Now, can I have my algebra work?"

Without taking his eyes off her gloriously full bosom for even a moment, the helplessly mesmerized Henry rummaged in his book bag for a moment with one hand and produced a wad of papers. She snatched them from him, picking through them until she had the right ones and then tossing the rest back at him.

"Good boy. Keep up the good work and one day I might even do that when I'm not wearing a bra!" 

Pulling her top back down, she turned on her heel and walked away as quickly as she could. This had already taken far too long and she needed to get away from the math nerd before her luck ran out and they were spotted together.

Even more importantly, she had an appointment to keep with Tommy!

She disappeared with such speed that she didn't even hear the thud of Henry Gibbs collapsing behind the bookcase in a dead faint.

* * *

Jack was walking so fast through the school's seemingly endless, virtually identical hallways that he might as well have been jogging, giving himself what he would later describe as the best workout he'd ever had.

He was drawing some curious looks from the people he passed to be sure and a handful of them had dared to ask him why he was in such a rush, but he just brushed them off, breathlessly commenting that he was running late. It was enough to satisfy most of them, considering they weren't really all that interested anyway.

Even if they had wanted to ask him some more questions however, the Principal did not pause and was gone before they could have even tried, sending people darting out of his way to avoid being run over.

* * *

As she ever so slowly came back to her senses, Abby started to grow more and more aware of all that cum that was running down her legs and dripping off her butt. 

It wasn't the most pleasant of sensations and she knew that it would have to be cleaned up or she did not dare go home. There would be no denying her infidelity if her husband ever saw the kind of mess Jack had just left on her. For that matter, just driving home would have been unpleasant task to say the least as she would have to sit in all of that!

Reaching back with one hand, she dragged two fingertips through the spilled seed and popped it into her mouth. Yummy!

She was on the pill of course, but she found herself wondering if this much cum would be able to overwhelm and defeat her pharmaceutical protection. Her husband was pressuring her to quit taking the pill as he was anxious to have children, but she just was not ready to put herself through the rigors of pregnancy and childbirth. When she finally did give in however, she had to wonder if she would ever know for sure which of her two men in her life was the father.

Levering herself up and off the desk, Abby looked around and was rather surprised and disappointed that Jack had taken off so quickly. That wasn't at all like him, experience telling her that he usually stuck around to cuddle and talk to her and so she was a bit upset. However, she was not so upset that she would waste the precious few minutes they had to spend together griping about it when next she managed to get him alone.

No, instead she would be begging and pleading with him to throw another of those incredible fucks into her!

Heaving herself up to her feet, Abby wobbled for a bit as she tried to find her balance, her skirt falling back into place on it's own to hide what her man had left her with. Some of the cum would certainly end up on her skirt and she made a quick mental note to get it into the laundry just as soon as she got home so that her husband would never see the stains.

Turning, she stumbled over to the door. 

Considering how much trouble she was having just with walking, she could almost believe that she really had just been nailed by a cock of equine proportions! She made another mental note - this time to watch how she moved for awhile so that passers by in general and her spouse in particular would not have reason to wonder why she was walking so funny.

She had almost reached the door when it was suddenly flung open in front of her and someone came charging in. 

Abby caught only the briefest glimpse of a cheerleading uniform before the other person crashed into her. Though the teacher managed to keep her feet, mostly because she was able to brace herself by leaning heavily against one of her students' desks, the cheerleader tumbled to the floor, the papers she had been holding going flying.

Though she was careful not to do so out loud, Abby was screaming in frustration at the very idea of a student turning up in her classroom now. When she could be either spending a little more time with Jack or going home to rest and recover, the very last thing she wanted to have to deal with right now was some stupid kid who couldn't figure out how to do their algebra homework.

Without waiting to hear what the girl wanted, without complaining about that chaotic entrance, without even bothering to look this cheerleader in the face and try to identify her, Abby just kept right on moving out the door. She needed to get cleaned up in the worst way and this girl was just going to have to wait until that was done. 

"I'll be right back."

Sitting on the floor, Gretchen watched her go in shock, unable to believe that her teacher was still here. Didn't that stupid fossil have a home to go to? She had burst in here on the assumption that Tommy would be in here, not her.

A quick look around told her that her boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

Gretchen thought about this. They were obviously not going to be able to fuck in here if Mrs. Lawler was still hanging around. Trying to imagine what her dim-witted guy would have done when he arrived here and found that the teacher still occupied the classroom, she supposed that he would have apologized had he been noticed and then beat a hasty retreat. Since he had no way of knowing where his girlfriend had gone though, he would not have been able to find her and warn her. So where would he have gone to wait for her? The parking lot, she guessed, and his car!

Not wanting to still be there when the teacher came back, Gretchen decided to get herself out of there and out to the parking lot just as fast as she could.

Rolling over onto her hands and knees, she started gathering up all of the work Henry had done for her so that she could do just that.

* * *

As he came around the corner and headed up the hallway towards Abby's classroom again at long last, Jack found his interest in subtlety and secrecy tempered by his desperate need to get himself some pussy as soon as possible.

Marching up the empty hallway, his footsteps ringing hollowly, he did not swerve away when he noticed that the door to the ladies room was swinging shut just as he arrived. He didn't have any idea of who might have gone in there of course, but it seemed safe enough to ignore them. As long as they were going in and not coming out, they would never even see him and so he didn't imagine that they would be able to cause him and Abby any trouble.

No alarm bells started ringing for the Principal when he found the classroom's door standing wide open. Why should it matter if that door were open or closed? Until he was actually in there with her, he judged that there was no real reason why Abby should need the privacy of a closed door. It's not like she would have been having sex in there with someone else, right?

As he reached doorway though, he was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight which presented itself.

There were some papers of some sort had somehow ended up scattered all over the floor and Abby had evidently had no choice but to get down on her hands and knees to gather them up, but it wasn't any of that which had so transfixed Jack. Her back was to him and so she probably didn't even know he was there yet, but it also wasn't the fact that her bottom was aimed right at him that had him frozen in place, either. So, what was it that had him staring at his lover in astonishment?

It was the fact that she seemed to have changed clothes!

As he stood there and drooled over the vision that was Abby Lawler, his cock rising fast in his slacks, Jack was simply astonished to discover that she was now wearing a cheerleader's uniform, of all things! It was a rather worrying that she would have left her door wide open so that anyone who came by could see her in that absurdly sexy little outfit, but he loved that she would go to such an effort just for him.

She looked fantastic! 

This was a middle-aged woman he had seen naked numerous times before and he would have expected to see some love-handles if she were dressed in so tight and revealing a getup, yet the body he was now observing might as well belong to a teenager! 




Room 222



Considering how very often he undressed this woman, he found it hard to believe that she could have dieted and exercised her way into a body like that without him noticing. It seemed impossible! The only way he could explain to himself that he had missed such a dramatic change was to guess that the old stereotype of men being pretty oblivious creatures must be true.

He vowed to himself that he would be paying a lot more attention to her from now on.

As he was pulled into the room by his erection though, he reflected that he could safely put off such thoughts until later. Right now, there was sex to be had!

Pushing the door shut behind him, it took him mere moments to get his slacks unfastened and his hard cock out.

* * *

Once he had cleaned himself up as best he could, Tommy emerged from the men's room at long last.

While he had for the most part rebounded from having his most tender part in such tight confines with all of the stamina and energy youth had to offer, the football star nonetheless had been left with quite a limp. 

With the limited supplies available to him in that restroom, he'd been forced to use plenty of paper towels to get cleaned up and the rough texture had left him raw and sore . . . down there.

He was hating this so very much that he had already sworn that he would find out who had ordered those towels so that he could beat the crap out of them.

Tommy didn't expect that his girlfriend would still be in room 222, so he never even thought about looking in there for her. She was either in the ladies room freshening up, he reasoned, or she was already out at the car waiting for him. Since he didn't know which, he had to figure that he would be safest if he went out to the parking lot.

There was no point in standing around in here waiting for her, after all, if she was standing around out there waiting for him.

Cursing and griping under his breath with every step, he determinedly headed for the doors that would lead out to the parking lot.

Henry was walking out of the library with a hangdog expression on his face, holding onto the straps so that his book bag dragged along behind him, when he just happened to step right out in front of Tommy. 

The math nerd looked up into the running back's face and went very pale when he suddenly found himself faced with a very unhappy looking Tommy Halpern. It was probably only natural that Henry should have assumed that the problem was that the huge teen had heard that his girlfriend was showing him her breasts and was plenty pissed about it.

"Um, I didn't . . . I mean . . ."

Tommy frowned at the babbling geek, wondering why he was getting in his way. While he was normally more in the line of a gentle giant than a school bully, the football player was in too much pain right now to want to have to deal with the little guy.

"Outta the way, dude!" he snarled, shoving Henry aside and continuing on his way.

Glad to still be alive, Henry decided not to press his luck any farther and, scooping up his book bag again, he went sprinting off in the opposite direction.

* * *

Gretchen was a little startled by the sound of the classroom door slamming shut behind her, but the very familiar sound of a pair of pants being unfastened told her who had just arrived.

As much as she had wanted to get screwed in here, as much as she loved to get banged with that big cock of his, she knew that she had to tell Tommy fast that their plans had changed. Mrs. Lawler had said that she would be right back and she didn't really want that old bitch to walk in on her and her guy as they were fucking. 

Someone like Mrs. Lawler didn't deserve to get an eyeful either of her or of her boyfriend

Before she could speak though, Tommy had grabbed hold of her by the back of the neck, pushing her head down to the floor to make her butt jut even higher into the air. His other hand went under the short skirt of her uniform meanwhile to grab hold of her panties and tug them down to reveal her rear entrance. 

She was a little peeved at being manhandled like this and might have gone so far as to register a complaint, but that second hand had soon moved down between her legs to start manipulating her cunt in ways it had never known before. With her brain short-circuiting, she completely forgot what she had been about to say, purring as she focused instead on getting her legs spread farther apart.

Gretchen had to wonder where her boyfriend had learned how to do this. Tommy had fingered her plenty of times before, but he had never before been able to find all the right spots just when she needed them found. As a matter of fact, she hadn't even been aware that it was possible for a set of fingers alone to ignite the kind of feelings that were currently racing hotly through her.

As her arousal soared towards unheard of zeniths, she heard a happy little mewling sound and was startled to realize that it was coming from her own throat. Since when had she ever made a sound like that? Her twat was getting hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter and all it took was one finger dipping inside to nearly bring her to orgasm right then and there.

She might now know where her guy had learned how to do this, or why he had never done it before now, but the feelings that were coursing through her said that questions like that could wait till later.

Dimly, a little voice from the back of her mind reminded her that her algebra teacher would be back at any moment and that it probably wouldn't be such a hot idea for her and Tommy to get caught like this, but that voice of reason was simply be drowned out. The rest of her body wanted to stay there and ride this roller coaster right to the end and wasn't going to let anything stand in the way of that.

Gretchen sensed her guy shifting position and guessed correctly that he was moving to better aim the head of his cock into her fuck hole. She was a little annoyed as she assumed this meant he would no longer be letting his fingers do the walking, but consoled herself with the knowledge that she would be able to get him to do it again countless times in the future.

As Tommy mounted her though, she was a bit surprised to notice that he seemed a bit smaller than he usually did.

Gretchen pondered that for just a minute and decided that the fault for it lay in the fact that she'd insisted that they do this here in the school. She'd seen enough dicks in enough places by now to know that just like cold could make a guy seem to shrivel up down there, fear and nervousness could have the same effect. Recalling how worried Tommy had been about having sex in one of the classrooms, she just assumed that he had only been able to get himself up about halfway.

For this one time only, she decided that it would be enough. In any event, that still gave her a dick to play with that was about as big as a normal one.

Still holding his lover down by the scruff of the neck, Jack now set to work, pumping his cock in and out of Abby's pussy. He was amazed by how wonderfully tight it was in there, how hot and wet and velvety, and just shook his head in wonder. He didn't know how this woman had done it, but if he hadn't known better, he would have sworn that he was banging a young and tender teenaged twat right now.

He would have to do something really special for her one day soon to let her know just how much he appreciated all the work she must have gone through to get like this for him.

* * *

Abby frowned to herself as she finished up her repairs, looking herself over in the ladies room mirror.

It was just no good. She was simply going to have to find a way to start keeping a few toiletries up here at the school to make up for these woefully inadequate supplies. Oh, she had managed to clean up the cum which had been splattered all over her all right, but those rough paper towels had left her butt and crotch red and raw.

She had to wonder which was worse - going home to her husband with another man's seed all over her, or facing him with a burning cunt and super sensitive ass?

Sighing, she made sure her hair and make-up didn't look too bad and that all of her clothes were back on. She had looked like a slut for her lover, but now she had to look like an innocent teacher and wife for her coworkers and her spouse. 

There was only one article of clothing that she could not replace just yet - her panties. She had taken those off back in the classroom and she would have to go back there to get them.

As she headed for the door, each step igniting a fiery response from down below, she pondered on how good an idea it would be to not wear her panties home, perhaps stuffing them into her purse instead.

* * *

With her eyes squeezed tightly shut, the cheerleader was clawing desperately at the linoleum floor as she was taken from behind. 

Previously, all of Gretchen's lovers - including Tommy, himself - had simply pumped back and forth until they and she were overtaken by their orgasms, but her running back was surprising her once again by doing things to her that she had never experienced before.

Reaching around her with one hand, Jack added to the stimulation by sending it right back between her legs.

Keeping a close eye on the woman beneath him to judge what was working and what wasn't, he would vary both the speed and the angle of his thrusts into her to elicit the most powerful response possible. It was almost as if he could read her mind, knowing what she needed even before she did and never once hesitating to provide it. All of his years of experience went into this, determined to make this the best fuck Abby had ever had.

This was an eye-opening experience for Gretchen - a realization that what she had always before thought of as incredible sex was really just some amateurish shoving. He had such total control over both himself and her by then that she could only marvel at his newfound expertise, putty in his hands.

The result of all of this was that she was being driven out of her mind by the uncontrollable, unstoppable ecstacy.

One of the many new skills Tommy was showing her was the ability to bring her right up to the brink of orgasm, but not let her come. He would give her the time she needed to recover, to let her heart rate slow a little, but then he would do it all over again. Eventually, they reached a point where the inevitable could be denied no longer.

All of his skill and technique broke down at this point and he was reduced to slamming into her hard and deep just as he always had, while she pushed back to meet each and every thrust, just as far gone by now as he was. They had been reduced to little more than wild animals in heat, aware of only their united bodies and joined souls.

It was Gretchen who started to come first, unable to resist the inexorable tide of pure pleasure when it came to sweep her away. Writhing and undulating, gasping and panting, she was consumed by an orgasm that was easily far more powerful than anything that she had experienced before. Jack followed soon after, surging and straining as he held on tight to his mistress, giving her a heaping helping of his seed.

In the aftermath, Jack was left utterly spent as he tried to climb off his lover, losing his balance as he did so and falling over. In his weakened condition, he almost lost consciousness when his head hit the edge of a student's desk with a harsh crack, setting off a fireworks display in his head.

Gretchen would have loved to have been able to just sit there and savor the experience she had just been treated to, but as her brain started to come back on line she remembered that Mrs. Lawler could walk in on them at any moment. She and Tommy had gotten away with this so far, but she couldn't believe that their luck would hold for much longer.

It was past time they made their escape.

As soon as she was even half-way sure she could move, the cheerleader struggled to drag herself to her feet. Without turning back to her boyfriend, she begged him to hurry as the teacher was coming and told Tommy to meet her at the car, but after everything she had just been through it all came out as incoherent gibberish.

It didn't matter, though. The man she left behind her was only half conscious now and never heard a word of it.

* * *

Abby stepped out of the restroom carefully, her attention focused on figuring out which movements would send shock waves of pain through her so that they could be avoided at all costs.

As a result, she never saw the teenaged boy come flying around the corner, sprinting so fast that he may have broken the sound barrier as the sound of his footfalls followed him, but did not seem to precede him. The algebra teacher made the mistake of taking one step forward just as the student passed and suffered a glancing blow that spun her around and sent her into the wall.

Dizzy and dazed, Abby was forced to linger a moment as she struggled to regain her bearings. Under the circumstances, it was probably no wonder that she did not notice how the door to her classroom just happened to swing open right then.

Completely lost in her own happy little world, Gretchen was practically floating on air as she emerged from the algebra classroom just after Henry went flying by, thoughtlessly leaving the door wide open behind her. Somehow managing to make her way across the hall even though her panties were still down around her ankles and cum was dripping out of her twat, she walked right by Mrs. Lawler without seeing her and vanished into the ladies room. 

Abby was completely oblivious to the cheerleader too, however. Though she had certainly managed to gather herself in time to have spotted her, she had understandably turned the other way to see if she could see who that was that had nearly run her down. She did not get the chance to even see who it was, much less yell after them to slow down and watch where they were going, so she just muttered a few complaints about stupid, reckless teens and continued on her way.

Finding the door to her classroom open just as she had left it, the teacher went straight in.

* * *

Using the self same desk that had so nearly knocked him unconscious, Jack laboriously hauled himself back up to his feet, muttering curses against unyielding and uncaring furniture.

He had just gotten himself upright when he lost his pants. Still unfastened, his now limp dick still hanging out, his slacks had been caught by gravity and dragged down to the floor. Groaning and cursing again, he bent down to pull them back up, stowing away his manhood so that he could get his pants fastened and this wouldn't happen again. 

The blood went rushing to his head as he bent and the Principal swayed dangerously, so he thought it best to go and sit on the edge of Abby's desk until he could be absolutely sure he had recovered.

He had just gotten himself perched when Abby walked back into the room. 

So addled was he after his blow to the head, that Jack had never even noticed when the girl in the cheerleading uniform walked out, much less when this one had come in. As he finally came back to his senses and looked up to find his mistress standing across from him, he just assumed that both were the same woman.

Jack did notice that Abby seemed to have changed out of that cheerleader costume and gotten back into her normal clothes and he was disappointed as he'd hoped to have a better look at her in it, but he understood why she had swapped outfits. She had to make her way back home to her husband soon and she certainly couldn't do that unless she had the right clothes on. The sexy little uniform would be hard to explain, after all.

Even so, he supposed that this must have been the fastest any woman had ever changed her clothes . . .

Returning to her classroom, Abby was glad to see that the cheerleader had not bothered to wait and was long gone, but she was delighted to find that her guy had returned to her from wherever he had vanished to before.

Perhaps Jack had helped that girl out and sent her on her way? Who cared, so long as she was gone!

Abby went straight across to him and kissed him long and hard full on the mouth, not concerned in the slightest that the door was wide open. All that mattered right now was letting this wonderful man know just how much his efforts had been appreciated. 

"Thank you so much for this, honey," she murmured, kissing him over and over. "You were absolutely incredible!"

He pulled her in tight, returning this display of affection vigorously. "So were you, sweetheart." With a wide smile, he added, "In case I haven't mentioned it recently, let me just add that you are the most beautiful woman in the whole world."

"We are going to have to do this again," she vowed. "And soon."

"Yes, we are. Tomorrow!"

"Agreed!"

* * *

By the time she'd made it out to the car, griping and grousing about the kind of paper towels this school used, Gretchen found her boyfriend sitting on the fender of his car and looking pretty bored.

Glancing at his watch, he asked, "Hey, babe. What kept you?"

She frowned at that as she thought she had actually made pretty good time all things considered. Still, after her man's performance today, she just could not find it in herself to really get annoyed at him. "Hey, it takes time to look this good," she answered. "Especially after what you did to me in there."

He smiled proudly. "You liked it?"

"I loved it! Baby, you really outdid yourself this afternoon."

"Thanks. You were terrific, too." Rising, he went over and pulled her to him to plant a firm kiss on her mouth before placing her back on her feet lightly. "I never imagined it would be like that. We might have to start doing it up here at the school more often."

"Sounds good to me."

As she turned to walk around to the other side of the car and hop inside, the young girl could feel his eyes on her and so she gave her butt an extra wiggle. However, just this once he had not been checking her out.

In fact, he was studying her figure, noting that it looked slender and perfect again. Where had all those extra pounds he'd noticed before gone? He wondered for a moment if that almost nonexistent uniform was somehow capable of hiding her new love handles, or if maybe that other dress had only made her look fatter, or perhaps . . .

Leaning across the front seat of the car, Gretchen honked the horn, starting her guy out of his reverie. "Come on, babe, let's get out of here!"

He nodded, deciding that the question of phantom pounds was really pretty irrelevant.



Room 232



The best sexual experience I've ever had was a one-night stand in December. I was a tender 18 years old going to my best friend's parents Christmas party. It was held at a beautiful hotel and I remember walking in, I'm 5'5 and 175 pounds. I'm not fat but very curvaceous and with gracious 38DDD and thighs that would drive any man crazy. I wore a tight red velvet halter dress that glowed off of my caramel skin, and had ample cleavage room and just enough fabric to cover my sexy round ass. I walked in the door and into the lobby where I was instantly a hit with all the black men there. I seen them whisper and gawk, at this I walked and made sure that my ass swayed with every step of the 4 inch stilettos. I instantly knew that I was going to be getting some that night.

Quickly catching up with my friend and her family we had a great time dancing and conversating. I couldn't help but notice the man standing in the doorway to the ballroom; he was tall and dark. He kept looking at me, in an 'I want to fuck you' kind of way. I recognized the look and quickly reciprocated it. While I was dancing on the floor I made sure we had our eyes locked and that my body was moving to every beat in a seductive manner. He needed to have me and I had no problem giving up the pussy to him. After spending plenty of time with my friend, I decided that I was going up to her sister's room to get some alcohol. 

It wasn't long before I got out of the ballroom, when somebody came and whispered in my ear in a seductive low voice. 

"I'm in 232" 

The sexy voice and simple message instantly sent chills through my clit. I was going to fuck this man's brains out. I looked back at him and asked him to talk to me privately; he began to escort me outside. As we were walking out of the building, I could hear all of his co-workers urging him on. I smiled and kept walking making note of the small remarks and comments such as 'I don't blame you for hitting that' and 'You're a lucky man' In fact these comments made me feel even better about the situation that I was in. I was the woman of the moment, young and sexy. We walked outside went to the other side of his truck where he proceeded to tell me that 'he wanted to taste my cunt'. I had never had any man call my pussy a cunt and that was all that I needed to hear. He told me he was 29 years old and his name, Jayson. We understood that we would see each other later that night and we parted ways. I was going back to see my friend when I was pulled into a corner. 

Another man began groping me and running his hands up my dress. Trying to push him off of me, he makes a drunken attempt to coy me. Grabbing my chest and pushing his obviously small dick on my ass, I was completely turned off. Luckily, I got to get away when his wife was calling him from the room upstairs. I fixed my dress and quickly got away. 

The party began to dwindle down and I was talking to the boss of the company when I noticed Jayson and the molester talking to each other. They were arguing over which one of them would get to fuck me. I laughed because I knew which one I would be sleeping with that night. But the drunken molester put up a great fight, but Jayson knew that he would be fucking me and just laughed and went to the bar. 

As soon as the clock hit 12 am, I went into my friend's hotel room and immediately started drinking. Shots of cognac and whisky were flying down my throat; I didn't want to get drunk, just a little hornier than I happened to be. Alcohol has a direct line to my clit. I told my friends that I would be back in a few minutes and not to wait up for me. In saying that, I fixed my hair, teased my breasts, and put the stride back in my walk. I had to climb a flight of stairs and before I knew it, I was standing outside of room 232. 

I knocked on the door and I was suddenly nervous about this one-night stand. Just when I was about to walk away he opened the door and invited me in. I came in and sat down on the bed. He told me to get comfortable and in saying this, he began to undress me. Thank god my dress was too tight and he couldn't get it off, because I wasn't ready to have sex just yet. Lying down on the bed, I told him that I was tired and he began to rub my body down. It felt so good as he caressed my thighs, ass, and breasts. I was moaning in delight. I sat up and looked at him; we began to kiss, passionately kissing exploring his mouth with my tongue. Here I was a newly 18-year-old female having a one-night stand with a man 10 years older than me, I felt turned on. I helped him get undressed and he undressed me. He laid me on the bed and opened my legs. He was going to eat me out, I never had a man do this to me, and I was terrified and excited at the same exact time. He turned out the lights, to make me more comfortable and began to go to work.

I felt complete ecstasy; I was lying on the bed letting him run his tongue around my swollen clit. Spreading my legs wider, he sucked on my clit until I came. The feeling of a tongue on my pussy was a new experience that I have never forgotten. I was feeling waves of orgasms, one right after the other. I was grabbing his head and pushing him into me. His tongue would lick up my slit around my clit where he would suck it, and then back down and into my swollen slit. This man ate me out like it was his last meal on earth and I appreciated every moment of it. After I came 7 or 8 times, he finally finished, at this point my body was exhausted, but he wasn't.

He rolled me around the bed and whipped out his massive black cock. My pussy retained its excitement once again after seeing what Jayson had to offer. He was 8 ½ inches long with a diameter of over an inch. I was aching to feel it inside of me. I lifted my ass up and told him my favorite position was doggy style, suddenly I felt a cock sliding into my tight slit. Moaning as he entered my pussy, he began to pound my pussy. I felt the pleasurable pain of a dick tapping my cervix. I was cumming uncontrollably, this man was in complete control of my body, and he fucked me with no mercy. He began slapping my ass and pulling my hair and just when I thought that I couldn't cum anymore, I experienced the best orgasm of my life. I felt my pussy shake and then a stream of my juices began flowing down his dick. My body was shaking uncontrollably, Jayson was enjoying my pussy and I could tell because he came soon there after. He pulled his dick out of my swollen and abused cunt and placed his dick on my face. As he came I licked all the cum I had gotten out of him and sucked on it a little. We both collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

Jayson was a tiger because we fucked 3 more times that night, with each better than the last. I woke up early in the morning and left him a note thanking him for being the first to eat me out and for fucking me so well. I took one last look back at him and never saw him again.



Room 233



He sat in the hotel lobby and watched the couple in the bar. The man was middle aged but slight, dressed in casual city clothes; the woman a few years younger, petite but curvy. They were talking earnestly, but seemed nervous.

He picked up his small suitcase and went to the elevators, then down the stale-smelling hotel corridor to room 233. He used his key card to enter, and flipped on the lights and put his bag on the desk. A standard room, like every other hotel, with a small suitcase already open on the bed. He looked through it, noting the selection of women's clothing, costume jewelry, and shoes, and a selection of men's neckties. He opened his bag, to lay his own props on the desk: a pile of nylon pantyhose, plastic zip ties, the toy weapon, small scissors.

He checked his watch, then turned out most of the lights, and went to stand near the door. When he heard the noise of a key card in the lock, he stepped back, into the closet area, and pulled a pair of nylons over his head as a mask. The door opened slowly, and the man from the bar walked in.

"Freeze, don't move!" He moved behind the man and put his toy weapon to the side of his head, with his other arm around the man's throat. "Do what I say, kid, or I'll fucking kill you." He moved hard, pushing the man forward, toward the desk chair. The man started to speak, and then realized it was safer to remain quiet.

With his weapon in hand, he pushed the man to the chair and quickly used a plastic zip tie to fasten first one wrist to the arm of the chair, then the other. More ties fastened his elbows and ankles to the chair, and then a pair of pantyhose used like a rope tied his body into the chair. He took one of the ties, a repp stripe silk Brooks Brothers navy and gold tie from the '90s, and used it to force the man's mouth wide, and then knot it behind his head, leaving him gasping and cheeks puffed out.

He stopped to look over his work, then checked his watch again and dragged the bound man and the chair next to the bed, out of sight from the door. He switched on more lights, and the TV with the sound low.

When he heard the tapping on the door, he stepped to the closet again, and then reached to swing the door open. The woman from the bar walked in quickly, looking toward the desk. "Hi honey, did you get my bag from the car? I wanted....Oh my God, what?!"

He was behind her quickly, with the fake weapon and his arm tightly around her neck. "Shut up, bitch, or I'll fucking kill you! I just came for the estate jewelry." He pulled her arms behind her, using a zip tie to lash her wrists together, and then wrapped a necktie over her eyes as a blindfold. He kept a tight grip around her arm as he used another tie to gag her. He held her and pushed her across the room, and into the one large armchair in the corner.

She was wearing the dressy outfit from the bar, a burgundy jacket and skirt, with a cream colored blouse, stockings and heels. He pushed her into the upholstered chair, with her bound hands behind her, and then used nylons to tie each of her elbows to the back legs of the chair, and her ankles to the front legs. With her legs wide, her skirt had ridden up to expose the tops of her stockings, and her chest was heaving as she breathed quickly in fear.

He took a step back, and smiled, checking his work, then looked at his watch. He turned to the man bound in the desk chair, whose eyes were wide now with fear and maybe excitement, after seeing him quickly tie the woman. He dragged the chair out into the room, giving the man a clear view of the bound woman in the large chair.

The only sounds in the room were the TV talk show in the background, and the hard breathing of the blindfolded woman, trying to listen for him somewhere in the room. He walked quickly back to her, as the other man watched with eyes wide, testing the bonds and finding he was unable to move.

He stepped over to the woman and leaned closer, so she could sense him nearby but not see him. Her breathing got deeper, and she struggled a bit against the ties. He used his hand to grip her chin. "You are doing well, just keep quiet, bitch, and you will be fine; you will both be fine." Her body tensed, she tried to struggle more, as she realized the other man was also there but unseen.

His hand left her chin, and trailed down her neck, into the V of her blouse reaching in to cup her breast. He took the jacket she still wore and roughly pulled it back, over her shoulders to pin her arms close to her body. Her chest thrust out, her breasts trembling. Without warning, he gripped her blouse and ripped it wide, buttons flying off, exposing her creamy skin and the white lace bra. His hands pushed her blouse wider, to cup around the bra, feeling the warmth and weight of her breasts and her nipples tightening under his touch. He slipped his fingers around the edge of the cups, to pull her bra down below her breasts, watching as they swayed when freed. Her nipples were pink and swollen, in spite of her humiliation.

He looked to the side, to see the bound man watching closely, his face red and his head shaking. He turned back to the woman, to push her skirt higher around her hips, his hand finding her panties. He stroked the nylon, watching her face, as he felt the cleft of her lips there and the soft warmth of her upper thighs. He tugged the panties down, then scissored them off. His hand cupped her exposed pussy, and the soft hair there. One finger slipped in, finding her wet, and her body responding in spite of her fear and her anger.

He moved to give the bound man a clear view, of the woman bound and exposed, restrained but with her body aroused. He stepped back, taking out a small digital camera to record the scene. Close-ups of the partially stripped woman, her breasts and legs, and wider views of the two of them, the bound man watching her but unable to do anything.

Smiling, he packed his props in the bag, and tied the small scissors to a necktie he looped over the bound man's neck. In a few minutes, he would find a way to reach them and cut himself free of the ties. As he went out of the room he smiled and hung the 'do not disturb' sign on the door. He wondered: would the woman be released right away, for a loving embrace? Or would she be kept blindfolded and exposed a while longer? Interesting options.

The elevator arrived with a chime, and he fished for his keys as the doors closed.



Room 235



Stacy sighed in frustration as she tried her card in the door for the third time but still, the double red lights flashed at her. Why the hell didn't the damn keycard work?

She stood, tired and irritated, attempting in vain to open her hotel room door. She'd been worn out from the flight from New York to Los Angeles and she needed respite from the two layovers and all the walking around the various airports she'd done. All she could think about was getting into her room, slipping her clothes off and sliding into a nice hot and relaxing bath.

After the fourth failed attempt at entering her expensive suite, she yanked furiously at the doorknob and let out a resigned grunt.

"May I be of some assistance?" Came a deep, alluring, and very English voice from behind her. Stacy looked back at the dark haired, green eyed gentleman in the finely tailored suit. He was carrying a large garment bag over one shoulder and another, smaller bag hung from the other.

"No, you can't, thank you," she said looking back down at the unrelenting door. She sighed and kicked her foot at its bottom. "I'm just having trouble getting into my room. I'll have to go back down to the lobby and have those idiots give me another keycard." She said placing it back in its holder and holding it up for him to see.

"Actually, I think I can help," he said as he swiftly removed his own card from his pocket and easily slid it into the slot. The green lights flashed and he pushed the door open.

"I believe this is my room," he said smiling and taking her card cover from her hand.

"You're right across the hall," he said pointing to the door kitty corner from his own. "Room 235."

Stacy looked up at the large and unmistakable "232" on the door in front of her as her face flushed in an instant.

"Oh." Stacy said with a look embarrassment.

She lifted her bag over her shoulder again and grabbed at her suitcase on the floor by her feet.

"Here, let me help you with that," he said as he quickly sat his own bags down just inside the door to his room and took Stacy's suitcase from her hand.

"I'm Graham, by the way," he said sitting her suitcase down in front of her door and sliding her card into the slot. As the green lights flashed he pushed open the door for her.

"Stacy," she said picking up her luggage and hauling it inside.

"Well, it was very lovely to meet you, Stacy," Graham said as he bowed slightly at the hip and handed her card back to her. Stacy thought this was a bit overly dramatic, but smiled and dismissed the overzealous attempt at politeness. Maybe it was a British thing-- maybe not. She didn't care, really. She was just happy to finally be in her hotel room with a hot, relaxing bath not more than ten minutes away.

"Thank you, Graham." She said as she stood inside the door with her hand already poised at the doorknob ready to close it and get on with her evening. With her free hand she pulled out the pin in her hair allowing her long, raven locks to fall haphazardly around her shoulders.

Graham was frozen in the moment, quietly mesmerized. He wanted to say something but he wasn't sure what, so he simply stood there while his mind raced trying to come up with the perfect words to capture her attention. He had just opened his mouth to speak just as Stacy was closing the door in front of him. Graham heard the click of the lock from the outside before he'd even realized what had happened.

He stood there a while longer before finally turning around to the room door behind him. He took his keycard out of his pocket again and slid it into the slot. The green lights flashed and he once again pushed the door open. He walked inside, but not before taking a final glance back at Stacy's closed door and thinking about how he could finagle a way to get to know this woman better.

Her piercing blue eyes and that elegant smile perfumed of class -- but in his experience the classiest of ladies tended to be the filthiest ones of all. He had an aching and insatiable need to find out if this was true with her as well, this - Stacy. Somehow he knew it was -- he felt it. There was something about her that told of naughtiness passed. He wanted to be one of the lucky men who got to tell the tale of spending a rapturous night with her.

He smiled to himself before gently closing the door behind him.

**

Inside her room, Stacy quickly dropped her bag from her shoulder and plopped her body down on the bed. She kicked off her shoes and threw herself back onto the quilted surface beneath her and sighed. For the brief instant she closed her eyes, she felt a mild sense of relief. It had been an incredibly long and hectic day and the thought of the cutthroat sales meeting she was scheduled for tomorrow only seemed to add to her tension.

Oddly enough though, she couldn't seem to shake that alluring English accent of her neighbor's from her mind. Stacy had never actually met an Englishman before and the whole of the only British accents she'd heard were mostly on television and in movies. But still - there was something quite sexy and promising about Graham. Maybe it was the exotic, foreign element. She couldn't be sure. It could have just as well been the fatigue taking over her for all she knew. She chuckled to herself and finally lifted herself from the bed and headed to the bathroom to run her much needed and much deserved bath.

**

Graham was still recovering from a nearly debilitating bout of jet lag from his long flight from London. He figured he'd order in a bite to eat, but decided against it just as his head hit his pillow. He was hungry no doubt, but he quickly discovered that he was more tired than famished. Dinner could wait until after a restful snooze in this new country. Hell, maybe by then he will have even come up with a way to get the lovely and shapely Stacy to join him.

His mind continued to race at the thought of how well Stacy's luscious ass filled out her blue jeans and how her breasts left little to the imagination in her white button-up blouse. She'd left the top two buttons open with the collar splayed out around her neck. She successfully pulled off a look that was both sexy and demure at the same time. Her clothes ruthlessly hugged at her shapely figure leaving Graham's lustful thoughts to fly away with him and it tortured him to no end just thinking about what lay beneath. The smooth, silky skin that was exposed by the opening at the top of her blouse spoke volumes about what other treasures lay behind the superfluous material. He imagined her naked and heaving body beneath his, his cock buried deep inside her wondrous pussy. 

Her screams of ecstasy as she cried out his name with every thrust...

Graham stopped. He couldn't think about that now. It only would serve to drive him crazy fantasizing about a woman he'd only just met, especially since he couldn't do anything about his urges at the moment. So, he lay in bed, fully clothed save for the shoes he'd eagerly kicked off next to the room door upon his entry. He loosened the vice-like grip his red tie had around his neck and clasped his hands firmly behind his head. His eyes drifted closed as a yawn liberated itself from his lips. Within minutes, Graham was fast asleep inside the walls of this new and foreign land.

**

Stacy had just settled herself into the tub, the intense heat of the water steamed up the bathroom mirrors and she became little more than a pink and black blur in its reflection. She sank herself well into its depths, her back reclining against the warm porcelain and her hair covering her deliciously pink and pert nipples with arrant strands of black.

As the heat permeated every pore of her body, her thoughts wandered back to the English gentleman across the hall. The more she thought about him, the more she couldn't deny the unbridled attraction there.

She had been in an unusually bad mood when they met, but now that she had time to relax and think about their interaction, she found herself intrigued and slightly aroused by the thought of him.

The idea of a sexual sensual tryst with an almost-stranger stirred something potently carnal within her soul.

The fingers of her right hand unconsciously found their way to one of her submerged nipples and teased it wildly. Almost in unison, her left hand gingerly paved a path down toward the source of the increasing tingling sensation nestled between her thighs. 

As her fingers easily slid back and forth over the stiffening bulb of her clit and the hardened peaks that were her nipples, her eyes fluttered closed as she let the deliciously wicked sensations overwhelm her senses.

Her all too eager hips rose and fell with each delicate stroke making the insatiable yearning inside her almost more than she could bear. She massaged the sensitive button unsheathing it from his delicate cover and exposing it to the warm water and the intrusion of her mischievous fingers.

She quickly and easily slid two fingers inside her waiting hole giving her body a pleasantly unexpected surge that jolted her upright along her porcelain bed. Water overflowed onto the floor beneath her, but she was oblivious. Her mind and body were lost in this lustful awakening.

Submerged in the water, her body twisted and contorted itself at the continuous pressing of her nimble and naughty fingers. She started off slowly at first as if testing the waters to find a comfortable and steady rhythm. Her back arched against the tub and she bit at her bottom lip as she drove her fingers inside her aching pussy as far as they would go and back. More water lapped onto the floor, saturating the towel she placed there for herself upon her exit.

Her fingers gradually picked up speed and soon began to race furiously in and out of her opening, splashing even more water over the side of the basin. Her moans now bordered on screams as she grew nearer to her climax. She imagined that it was Graham's hard shaft thrusting in and out of her slickness, pinning her to the surface behind her, his lips tightly clasped onto her sensitive nipples.

Stacy's climax finally swept over her and it rocked her being to its core. Her entire body stiffened as her fingers pressed hard against her clit, milking every bit of release from her body. She gasped as her orgasm began to subside, her body still involuntarily convulsing from the shockwaves that ran through her, their once powerful bursts now sputtering and becoming fewer and farther between.

Stacy rubbed at the aching nub between her legs and one final shudder released itself from her body. She lay in the tub completely relaxed, spent and satiated. She rested for a while, feeling the water soothe her tired and weary muscles. She smiled as the warmth sweetly caressed her nearly raw and satisfied pussy. All at once, her entire being now suddenly felt it needed a restful slumber. For a moment, she considered dozing where she lay, her body feeling too weak to move an inch, much less find its way back to the bedroom. But in the end, she decided she didn't want to wake up enveloped in frigid water, so she released the valve on the tub to let it drain and stepped out onto the wet, tiled floor.

She took a towel off the shelf and dried off her body from her long, black hair down to her feet. Taking great care to delicately rub the extra sensitive button between her legs. The fabric brushing over its surface released a subdued and final shudder from deep inside her.

After she was done, she let the towel drop to the floor and it quickly became saturated with the puddles of spilled water from her exquisite bath.

Stacey felt no need to clothe herself before her nap. She walked into the bedroom area and easily slid her nude body beneath the sheets and dozed off.

**

A few hours later, Graham had finally awoken from his slumber. He looked at the clock on the night stand. It was 7:33. It was already very early morning in his native England and he had no idea how his mind and body was ever going to reconcile the time difference.

His thoughts fell immediately to Stacy. Well, Stacy and food. Both equally sublime in his mind.

He'd already had it in his mind that he would stop over to see her after his nap. Graham wasted no time as he quickly showered and grabbed a bottle of wine from the mini bar in his room, walked over to Stacy's door and knocked.

Stacy was stirred from her sleep by the rapping on her room door. She slid from beneath the sheets suddenly remembering that she'd gone to sleep in her birthday suit.

"Just a second!" She yelled as she scrambled to the closet in search of the obligatory hotel robe. She slipped it on, loosely fastened the belt around her waist and sprinted to the door. She eyed the peep hole in the middle surprised to see Graham standing on the other side of the door with a bottle of wine in his hand.

Stacy unfastened the lock, though leaving the chain secured. She opened the door until the chain locked the door in place, the space it opened between them no more than six inches or so.

"Yes?" Stacy asked eyeing the unopened bottle of Merlot in his hand and the unapologetically suggestive grin on his face.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you," Graham said as his eyes fell down toward the daringly wide opening her robe made across her bosom. The soft swell of her breast seemed to burst forth from beneath the fabric making every effort to make its presence known. The twisted desire that flooded him briefly buckled him at the knees. He smiled as he caught himself before she even had a chance to notice.

"I just thought I'd pop by and see if you weren't interested in having a drink with me."

There it was again, that sultry English accent. She suddenly blushed at the thought of what she'd done to herself earlier at the thought of it. There was no way he could know, but she still found herself uncomfortable in her own skin and she unconsciously tucked herself more tightly inside her white, cotton robe.

"Is this a bad time?" Graham asked, taking her silence as indication of disinterest.

"No, no," Stacy stuttered as she quickly closed the door in his face, unhooked the chain, then opened the door wide enough for him to enter.

"Please, come in." She added extending her hand out in front of him.

Stacy watched as Graham walked in, still gripping the wine bottle tightly in his hands. He walked over to the desk by the big picture window and took a seat.

As she walked over and sat down in front him, her robe opened slightly revealing more of the beautiful legs he was certain hid beneath it.

"I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to have tea with me."

Stacy gave a pained smile and looked down at her bare feet. She noticed that Graham was shamelessly staring at the loosening material across her bosom and she didn't mind. She didn't mind at all.

"I'm kind of hungry," Stacy replied. "I think I'm looking for something of more sustenance than tea."

Graham laughed.

"I'm sorry, I'm forgetting where I am. In England tea is tea -- but it can also mean dinner. I was referring to the latter." He said as he placed the wine bottle on the table in front of him.

"Oh," Stacy said with eagerness. "Then I'd love to! Should we call up room service?" She asked not really waiting for an answer. Graham watched as she sauntered over to the phone on the nightstand. The way her breasts bounced and her bottom wiggled with her movements suggested that the only thing she was wearing under her robe was skin.

Graham felt himself stiffening in his pants. Just the hint that Stacy wasn't wearing anything underneath her robe drove him delirious with desire. He didn't know if it was weakness from hunger or just plain, old fashioned lust, but her bare thigh peeking from beneath the fabric, begging -- no demanding to be touched nearly sent him into a tizzy.

"What would you like?" Stacy asked looking up at him with the phone to her ear.

"I'd fancy a steak if they have it." He said as he unconsciously licked his lips.

Stacy smiled and ordered a Porterhouse for him and pasta for herself.

"They said it'll be about a half hour." She said placing the phone's receiver back into its cradle.

Stacy stood up from the edge of the bed and walked back over to the table where Graham was sitting and took her original seat in front of him.

"So Graham, what part of England are you from?" She asked as she playfully fumbled with the wine bottle in front of her.

"Finchley. Just outside of London."

"I'm originally from Phoenix Arizona, but I live in Brooklyn now." Stacy said looking up at him and smiling.

Graham chuckled.

"Such a drastic change, isn't it?" he asked placing his hand on her leg in a partially friendly, but mostly suggestive gesture.

As his hand lightly braced her knee, the soft skin beneath his fingers wreaked havoc with his mind. He'd originally had every intention of only touching her briefly, but something wouldn't allow his hand to leave her body. This was amplified by the fact that Stacy didn't seem to be entirely disconcerted by the incredibly intrusive act itself. She'd made no effort to either remove his hand or retreat into the safety of her own personal space. No, instead, she seemed to welcome his caress. With new found confidence, Graham let his hand brush lightly across her lower thigh and back, both testing the waters and relinquishing himself to an unrepentant desire that seemed to be growing so mercilessly inside him.

Stacy's body responded vehemently to Graham's touch. She couldn't believe how quickly her pussy lubricated itself on contact. She let the top of her robe 'accidentally' fall open a bit more revealing most of one her breasts, her areola exposing itself from beneath the material.

Graham thought he was reading all the signs correctly, that this woman wanted him almost as much as he wanted her, but he couldn't move. He thought that if he had misread her signals, even just slightly, he could end up with a stinging, pink hand mark on his jaw. So he waited for her to make the next move.

Stacy took Graham's hand and led it higher up her thigh, parting the soft material of her robe even further so that half of it fell from her leg, while the other half sat splayed across her pelvis, barely covering the dark tufted mound of her sex.

He'd read it right. Thank God, he thought. There would be no pretenses, no last names, no waiting. Just pure unadulterated lust was all that both of them were willing to submit to.

Not being able to control himself any longer, Graham stood up bringing Stacy with him. He spread open her robe, revealing her beautiful body completely to his view. The intoxicating smoothness of her flawless legs, the alluring curves of her hips, the softness of her firm, ripe breasts were all playing some lusciously vicious game with his mind.

His hands crept up to her shoulders and pushed the unwanted material down her arms and on to the floor. The robe lay, discarded in a pillowy white pool at her feet.

His hands instinctively migrated to her breasts, molding them between his fingers, softly twisting the stiffening peaks at their center. Stacy tightly clasped her hands around his neck, pulling him into her while her tongue desperately sought the warmth of his mouth.

Graham didn't make her wait long. His mouth ravaged hers as she teetered backwards, barely able to stand in place. She would have fallen over if his strong arms were not there for her to hold on to.

His hands finally released their possession of her breasts as they tangled themselves into the long, silky tendrils of her hair. He ferociously yanked at it tilting her head up and claiming her mouth as his own. He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, halting her breathing for a moment before removing it again and nibbling at her bottom lip.

Graham broke their kiss and briefly stared into her eyes before he slowly sank to his knees in front of her. Along the way, he let his tongue wander across her firm breasts down her taut belly and finally burying his head into that treasure between her legs. Stacy's knees buckled beneath her, but Graham's hands held her body at the waist making sure she didn't fall. His tongue roughly circled at her clit, unconsciously forcing it into submission, to bend to his will taking Stacy's entire body with it.




Room 235



John walked through the door of the Chinese take-out restaurant. Standing at the counter giving her order was a woman with fantastic legs. If the shorts she was wearing had been any shorter, they would be better described as denim panties. She was slightly bent over the counter, looking at the paper menu as she gave the order. 

After getting the order she took a couple cups and walked over to the fountain. He watched her step over with her ass swinging back and forth, feeling almost hypnotized. John knew what he needed to order, so his time at the counter was quite short. He stepped over to the chairs that they had near the counter for to go customers and sat down. 

This was partially because of the view to fountain/ condiments area. Mrs. Legs was finishing filling the second cup, she must have had to decide what she wanted, and stepped over for plastic silverware and the rest. 

Her red shirt showed off just a sliver of skin above her waist, John could tell that she had a tramp stamp, but couldn't make out the design. It was one of the shirts that one shoulder was left exposed, no bra strap on it. He didn't know if she was wearing a strapless bra, or none at all. That made him realize she had somehow managed to keep her back turned to him the whole time. He was sure that it wasn't intentional, but still, he would love to see if her tits were as nice as her ass and legs.

"Hell of a view, hunh?" The guy sitting beside him asked. John had barely noticed he was even there. 

"Oh, yeah, fucking great set of sticks," he replied, nodding slightly.

"Ass and tits pretty sweet too, right?"

"The ass is fantastic, but she has her back to me the whole time. Couldn't say on the rack, been watching to catch a view."

"That's a damn shame. Hey, Joy, Come here a minute." Mrs. Legs' real name must have been Joy, because she turned around and walked over to where John and his conversation partner were sitting.

Now he was getting the shot from the front. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, but her tits were standing tall and proud. She was apparently cold too, her nipples pushing the thin red material out. She was a few years older than John thought originally but she was still damn hot. 

She sat down in the guy's lap. "Honey, my friend here says you got great sticks and a nice ass. He hadn't seen your tits before I called you over. Ask him what he thinks."

"You like my breasts sweety?" She pushed her tits together to make them stand up a little more.

"Um, very nice." John was damn near in panic mode, ready to spring out of his seat and run to the door if needed food or no.

"Joy, you went and made my friend nervous. I wonder if this would make him feel better." He reached up and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled down. The neckline dipped low enough that her nipple showed itself. It was pierced with a captive ball ring hanging down from it.

"Billy, knock it off," Joy pulled her shirt back into place after giving Billy a play swat. She got back up walked back to finish collecting the condiments. 

"You married?" John raised his left hand to show Billy the ring. "Joy and I tied the old knot about five years ago, started swinging that summer. You and yours don't swing do you?"

John had to think about the last time he had even had sex, much less thinking that swinging was a possibility. "Oh no."

Billy clapped him on the shoulder, "Now, I am going to tell you something. We don't mind letting the one play on occasion, as long as the other is good with it. We have our little signals, did you notice how she hit me before she covered back up?"

"Yeah," sounded a lot more squeaky than John wanted it too.

"Well that is her signal that she would like to have a little fun with you. I'd just watch, nothing between you and I, and we don't mind being discreet. Hell we are in town on vacation, and in a week we are gone anyway."

"I don't know man, like I said," and he raised his hand once more. 

"I hear ya, tell you what though, if you change your mind," he handed him a sheet of paper that said Billy, and had a phone number. John took the paper and Billy stood up and grabbed the bag on the counter, he and Joy headed for the door, Joy putting a little more into her walk to make her ass swing nicely. 

When his number was called John stuffed the phone number and receipt into his pocket. He headed home and ate dinner with his wife. She was a wonderful woman, beautiful as hell, but an ice cube in the sack. When they laid down for bed that night, He spooned up against her like he would from time to time. After a minute or too he reached up and cupped a breast. "Maybe tomorrow," and moved his hand away. Each one thought to themselves, "probably not," but for different reasons. 

The next morning when John was getting ready for work, he noticed the piece of paper that Billy had wrote his name on laying with his keys, he had just scooped everything out of his pocket and threw it on the table the night before. He stuffed it in his pocket and headed out the door to his car. He drove off on his way to work. He pulled his cell out and opened the text ap, punched the number in and typed out, "This is John from the Chinese restaurant. Does Joy still want to play?"

John wasn't expecting a response right away, it was still early. He stuffed the phone back in his pocket and began to actually watch the road. About five minutes later the text tone went off. He pulled his phone out, the message was from Billy, but it was a photo of joy completely nude. John nearly ran off the road getting a closer look to see both nipples were pierced with a chain running from each one down to her perfectly shaven pussy. They connected to a ring on her clit.

John's hands were shaking so bad he had to type out "When?" three times for the typos.

"Now is good with us. Drop by the Doubletree room 235 whenever you want. Don't be surprised if you have to wait in line if you come later today." 

John had a ton of sick time saved up at work, so he called his boss, it went to voice-mail, "I'm sick as hell," he even sounded it without trying, "tried to come in but not going to make it." That even covered him waiting until last minute to call. When he got to the stoplight he made the left that would take him to the hotel. 

He strolled through the lobby and thought that he might need something to calm his nerves so headed to the breakfast area. He poured himself a cup of coffee, and made it up the way he liked it, then decided to take some up to his friends in 235. He poured two cups and stuffed cream and sugar in his pocket and headed up. 

Knocking was a bit of a balancing act with three cups of coffee but he managed. Billy pulled the door open, "Come right in. Joy, he got coffee for us." He relieved John of two cups and walked over to his wife that was sitting naked in front of the open window that looked out on a freeway. He pulled the cream and sugar out of his pocket that was growing tighter due to the tent that was growing. 

"Oh, fucking bless you." She poured a cream and two sugars in the cup and took a sip. "Um, its missing something." John had already sat down on the edge of the bed, not sure what to do at this point. Joy stood and walked to him. She kissed him while her hand moved to the bulge in his pants. He reached up and started kneading her breasts.

"Oh, no you get play with those AFTER my coffee, but like I said, its missing something. She got on her knees and started unbuttoning his pants. She got the zipper down and he raised his ass off the bed so that she could pull his pants down to his knees. "That's a bit of a monster." John always thought of himself as large with a bit of thickness to go with it. She slid her fingers around his shaft and started slowly pumping. 

He sat somewhat stunned as to what was going on. He looked down when she kissed the head lightly. She smiled up at him then buried his cock as deep as it would go in her mouth. She pulled her mouth off and John could hear a little pop as her lips lost contact. She blew on the wet head making him jump a little.

His jump pushed his cock back up to her lips, "Someone is in a hurry," while slowly rubbing him. Billy chuckled lightly, he had taken her chair by the window. John had nearly forgotten he was there. Their eyes locked, John saw no malice there at all. He then felt Joy's mouth slide back down him her lips stopping about a half inch further down the shaft, about an inch from the base. 

She pulled her head back once more then pushed herself down until her nose was buried in his pubes, touching the flesh above his cock. The tightness of her throat felt great around the tip, he had never had a woman take all of his cock in her mouth before. She held her mouth there as long as she could before she had to pull back to take a breath. 

"Damn," escaped from John. She kept her mouth on his tip and rubbed his cock with her hands. 

"You can't cum in my mouth, at least not this time. You got to let me know."

"Uh, huh," he wasn't far from shooting his load and she could tell. She pushed the head back into her throat again. He started thrusting his hips lightly while she held onto him with her mouth. 

She was so lost in the moment she barely heard, "I'm cumming," the third time he said it. As she pulled back his orgasm started. His first string of cum shot into her mouth. She backed off and picked up the coffee cup in time to catch the rest of his load in the brown liquid. 

"Don't you go blaming him, he tried to tell you." 

"I know," as she stirred the coffee with John's cum in it. She raised the cup to her lips, "umm, much better." She walked over and sat in Billy's lap and took another sip of the coffee. "Well you do look a little silly with your pants around your knees and a tie on. You should hang everything in the closet so they don't get wrinkled. I got more plans for you, and its just going to get in the way."

He stood to walk to the closet then realized how awkward it would be to walk with his pants at his knees. He pulled them up as opposed to down for the short walk to the closet. Although it was a small closet he stepped in and leaned against the wall. He slowly started to strip. Jacket, tie, shirt, shoes, pants came off and got hung. He stood there for a second before pulling off his socks to stuff in the shoes then with a deep breath he dropped his boxers and kicked them into the corner of the closet. 

John came back into the room and headed over to the chair that was unoccupied. "We were beginning to wonder if you got lost," Billy smiled, "but we see it wasn't you that got lost."

Joy drained her coffee and turned to kiss her husband, her ass now coming into full view. John thought that it was time to do something at least a little drastic. He covered the distance to the chair and dropped to his knees behind Joy. 

His hands went around her legs and gripped them right above her knees. Joy jumped, "Where did you come from?" She rolled her hips forward so that her pussy was more exposed to him. His tongue danced out of his mouth and found her clit. He ran it circles around the nub. His nose was buried in her pussy taking in her aroma. 

Joy's tongue explored her husband's mouth as John's tongue explored her pussy. "That may be the first time anyone did anything like that, what do you thing honey?" Billy asked when he came up for air. 

"Ye-yeah," she responded. John's tongue explored inside her as he rubbed her clit with his fingers. 

Joy had buried a hand in Billy's shirt and was gripping it tightly. Her body was shaking badly as her hips began to spasm over John's face. She moaned loudly, as her body fell to her first orgasm of the day. 

The aroma and flavor that John was enjoying strengthened. John figured his bravery had worked once, so he moved his tongue quickly to her ass while burying two fingers in her pussy. 

"Oh, no." Joy stood quickly. "We never explained the rules. Billy, I'm so sorry."

She spun around and sat in Billy's lap, she looked like she had done something wrong. John sat naked on his knees not knowing if he should say, or do, anything. "The one thing Billy doesn't share is my ass. That's just for him." 

"You licked her ass, without asking?"

"It was there..."

"Damn, that takes balls! Tell ya what, gonna let it slide, I mean you didn't know. Hey, Joy, I think his dick is dry, you should help with that."

John could see relief on Joy's face. She truly thought she had done something horrible. "Come on then, big boy, on the bed." John stood and took about three steps backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. He sat down and laid back. She climbed over him straddling him. She used her hand to guide his cock to her pussy.

Her lips got about half way down his shaft and she held her self there. She rotated her hips never allowing herself to drop further on him. This sent bolts of electricity up John's body. His hips started to try to meet her movements. Just as he started she dropped all her weight onto his thighs. "Damn," a light whisper was all he could muster. 

She started riding him, squeezing his cock with her keigel muscles. Her hands pressed into his chest for support. Her riding became more of a thrust, her moans getting louder. John's hands squeezed a breast each, her body responded with a very intense orgasm. 

She collapsed onto his chest, his still rock hard cock inside her. She was still humping him slowly but the position she was in made the thrusts shallow. 

"I can see why you went after that ass from this angle. Can't say I blame you," Billy spoke up from his chair. "Hell, I want in there now myself. John, have you ever done DP? You willing to try?"

"I haven't but what the hell? All kinds of firsts running for me today."

"Hang on one damn minute," Joy looked back at her husband, never pulling herself from the cock that was buried to the hilt inside her. "I haven't tried it either."

"That does make three of us here, but we have talked at length about trying it. No time like the present."

John slid, holding Joy's hips with one hand, to the edge of the bed. Somehow he had not let his dick slide from her cunt. Billy started rubbing KY over his cock. He applied a generous amount to his fingers and slid them into Joy's ass. 

Her pussy tightened up against the cock that still filled her up. He slid his fingers out and lined his head up with her sphincter. She rolled her hips back and he pushed in. 

John felt like she was going to squeeze his cock off as Billy invaded her back door. "Oh, god," Joy whispered. Once Billy had gotten as deep as the position would let him Joy started to rock her hips on both cocks inside her. John began squeezing one breast, and Billy must have seen him because he took up the other one. 

The muscles in her pussy and ass clamped down on the cocks inside her as another orgasm rocked her body. Once she came down a little from that orgasm she slid her hand between herself and John's body. Almost immediately she felt another orgasm building. 

John's orgasm built up quickly, she was just so tight like this. "Oh, baby, I'm cumming." 

Joy pushed herself down as deep as she could on him. He exploded inside her, just as his orgasm was waning, she began to scream through another one. 

His now limp cock slid from her cunt as her husband continued to fuck her asshole. She leaned in and kissed him deeply. He fought to keep his lips on hers, she moved every time Billy slammed into her. Her tits rubbed up and down his chest. 

She moaned in pleasure as she came one more time. She could feel the heat of his cum in her ass. She pulled herself forward and laid on John's chest. He threw his arms around her and held her in a tight embrace while Billy lay beside them rubbing her leg. 

Once she had caught her breath, "I think I need a shower before everyone else gets here. Hey, Billy, do you think John would have fun with our friends?"



Room 235



Graham's hands fell from her waist and clasped themselves atop her bare buttocks, each hand kneading one fleshy cheek between his fingers while his mouth did just as much molding from the front of her body. Stacy draped her right leg over Graham's shoulder for support as he continued his ravenous invasion of her deliriously sweet tasting pussy. His lips eagerly pursed at the sensitive nub, beckoning it to supply an insurmountable amount of pleasure throughout her body.

As Stacy's hands gripped the strands of Graham's tossled brown hair, he expertly slid his tongue past the outer folds of Stacy's pussy and inside her ever waiting and ever moistening hole.

She bucked beneath him, the heel of her foot digging into his back for more support. Graham had no intention of letting her go and Stacy had no intention of denying herself the unbridled pleasure his masterful tongue afforded her.

The familiar feeling of pending release permeated her loins. Her hands tightened their grip in his hair as she tried to pull his mouth even more deeply into her furnace. Her head flung back as she gasped up toward the heavens. Her body rocked with pleasure as she trembled beneath him, each pulse pouring her womanly juices from her body to Graham's eager and waiting mouth. He anxiously licked every ounce of cum from her delicate folds, moaning with every taste of her sweet nectar.

Stacy suddenly felt her leg falling from its only support structure as Graham stood up and walked her backwards onto the bed. His green eyes pierced hers with rampant desire. Her naked body fell, almost violently, onto the bed and she gasped as she hit the surface.

Both she and Graham's fingers tore at his clothes in an effort to discard the final barrier between them and what promised to be a sinfully unforgettable night.

Just before his pants hit the floor, he worked a small package out of his wallet and it fit comfortably and discreetly in his large hand.

With all his clothing removed he fell onto his palms on top of Stacy and kissed her lips as though it was the finest meal he'd ever tasted. She could taste her juices on his lips as it mingled with glorious scent of his cologne.

Graham settled himself inside Stacy's thighs, opening them wide beneath him as his hands fumbled awkwardly, his body twisting to adhere the condom to the hardened cock between his legs.

With the protection securely in place, Graham eagerly shoved his hips forward and smoothly slid inside the wet and fiery depths of her pussy, filling her completely and impaling her to the bed below them. His hands held hers above her head while his hips started their slow and exquisite retreat from her womb.

Their bodies met and parted in a carnally sensual dance that left them both breathless with lust.

Stacy's legs instinctively opened wider to receive as much of Graham's hard and throbbing cock as it could. Graham's lips tried desperately to force an impenetrable bond with hers, only to have them ripped from his grasp at every inherently animalistic thrust.

Graham finally released his grip on Stacy's hands only to let them wander down once again to her breasts, molding the soft, ivory skin beneath him. His mouth fervently devoured one of her breasts while his hips took a thunderous crash into hers, holding himself there while his lips toyed with the delicate nipple. Graham sat up on his knees, his dick still buried deep within her depths, holding her there, taming her and claiming her as his own.

Stacy's hips were raised slightly above the bed; Graham's hands grasped her at the waist while his tongue did wondrously obscene things to her breasts.

Stacy's hands clamored clumsily for Graham's body, trying their best to hold on to something -- anything for support. They finally found a brief respite at the base of his neck, but Graham would have none of it. He wanted to take her wholly, fully. He needed to ravage her with wild abandon. Here, now, in this foreign land he needed this woman more than he could or would ever admit.

Graham pulled Stacy's hands from around his neck, lifted her hips so that her buttocks rested on his knees, and draped her legs over his shoulders. He then pinned her arms beneath her, leaned forward and drove himself inside her as far as their bodies would allow. Her knees nearly touched her own shoulders at the force of it all.

Graham's hips thrust into her sternly, almost violently as his body seemed to be fulfilling some deep and primal need. Stacy gasped with pleasure at every plunge, trying in vain to match his efforts thrust for thrust. Graham's hands reluctantly released Stacy's arms as he grabbed the headboard in front of him for more support. His ardent plunges were increasing in intensity and speed. Stacy held on to Graham's erratic hips, her hands sliding further and further down their length at every forceful connect their bodies made.

Stacy, at the edge of her climax and looking for a solid foundation to ground her, clasped her hands onto the bars of the headboard behind her and held them tightly as her body began to quake with pleasure. She closed her eyes tight as her back arched, her body nearly lifting off the bed entirely. Her hands held fast to the bars, the moisture from beneath her fingers sliding them down no matter how hard she gripped the poles. Her orgasm ripped through her like a wave, and she screamed out in pleasure as her whole body convulsed uncontrollably.

As Graham's wave hit, he pulled Stacy's legs from his shoulders and wrapped them tightly around his waist. His hands gripped her at the hips as he pulled her body into his, his orgasm eagerly releasing his seed into its latex barrier. He gave a muffled grunt with every pulse.

As his spasms began to subside, he sat kneeled between her thighs, his hips still leisurely pumping away inside her as his spent cock was slowly returning to its flaccid state. He let his hands glide smoothly back and forth over Stacy's damp and quivering legs and bent down while his lips slowly kissed up her thigh and across her belly.

His lips made an excruciatingly slow path back to hers, stopping briefly at her breasts, with a detour to nibble on her ear. Once their mouths met again, Graham lightly brushed his lips across hers releasing a stifled shudder from Stacy as she hungrily enveloped his mouth with her own, coaxing his elusive tongue to tango, once again, with hers.

Just then, a knock on the door stole their attention.

"Room service!" barked the hotel staff member from behind the door.

Graham and Stacy looked at each other. They had completely forgotten about their request for food in their urgent need to fulfill another, more potent need. Graham chuckled and nuzzled his lips into Stacy's neck.

"I'll get it," he said lifting his frame from the bed, quickly swiping on his pants and walking over to the door.

Stacy grasped at the lust strewn sheets on the bed and sheepishly pulled them up over her naked body. She watched as Graham took care of the room service bill and carried their tray over to the table across from her. Her body, with one hunger satisfied, soon again felt the unrepentant grumblings of another.

Stacy knew her time with Graham was short. She was scheduled to be back in New York by the end of the week and she wasn't sure when Graham planned to go back to England, but she did know that the sooner they could finish their meal, the sooner the both of them could get back to much more important things.



Room 236



Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, PC's and e-mails on my previous stories. 'Love is where you find it' as the saying goes. For the lovers in this story, it's in their favorite hotel room. Enjoy.

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I am unpacking my suitcase when my cell phone rings.

"Hi baby."

"Hi lover."

"Where are you?"

"Where are YOU?"

"Plaza Hotel. 236."

"Our room. I'll be there as soon as I can. Bye."

"Bye."

I finish unpacking and undress, putting on a robe. My cock is already hard in anticipation. I flip through the TV channels until there's a knock on the door.

I hurry to open it and you are standing there, smiling. You've worn the green dress I like so much. Then you are in my arms. We kiss hungrily and our hands are all over each other. A moan escapes your lips as your hand grips my stiff cock.

Locked in an embrace we move towards the bed. You kick off your sandals, lift your dress and lay back on the mattress, your bare pussy glistening between your silky thighs. Dropping my robe, I move between your legs and you drape them over my shoulders. I rub my cock head on your pussy lips as you pull your dress down. Your nipples are stiff on your beautiful breasts and I can't wait to suck them.

I glide into you until our pubic bones touch. I lean over and our eyes meet. For a moment, we savor being together.

"You feel so good inside me."

"Mmmm...I love being inside you."

"Fuck me lover. Fuck me and don't ever stop."

"I want you to cum for me. I love it when you cum."

Your hips rise to meet mine and we move as one. You moan as I stroke deep inside you, my cock head rubbing your g-spot, your pussy gripping me like a velvet fist. We move faster and faster, surging towards that first glorious climax. Your knees tighten against my shoulders and I know you are ready to cum. 

I thrust even harder as your hips buck wildly, seeking a spine wrenching orgasm. Then it is upon you. Your body stiffens; your spine arches and your head snaps back against the mattress, eyes shut and mouth open wide.

My balls tighten and I cannot hold off cumming. I cry out and spurt sticky cum deep in your pussy. You're cumming as well, thrashing about and screaming in pleasure. I hold on tight and continue pumping until you have another orgasm.

We scoot into the center of the bed and lie together as our breathing returns to normal. You sit up, pull your dress over your head and toss it across the room.

"Oh, that was so damn good. I dream of this every night."

"I've missed you so much, baby. You get me so hot."

"Omigod, you're hard again. I want more. Lots more."

"All you want, lover. All you want."

I put a pillow under your head and another under your ass. You spread your legs and moan as I push inside you. There is less urgency this time as we slowly grind against each other. I suck a nipple into my mouth and lick it while your hands caress me. You wrap your legs around mine, pulling me harder into you. My thrusts become more rapid, leaving you gasping for breath, your eyes glazed with passion.

We rock back and forth, the bedsprings squeaking in protest, our bodies pounding together. Your fingernails scribe red furrows in my back, but I feel nothing except your pussy muscles rippling on my cock. You begin to gasp and moan, your body shivering under me as we fuck even harder.

Screaming, your nails dig into my back as you cum, writhing and jerking as your orgasm surges through you like an electric shock. I hold on tight and continue fucking until I cum, finally collapsing together in a sweaty heap.

Stunned by the intensity we lay entangled, breathing heavily and exchanging soft kisses. I feel rivulets of blood running down my back.

"Oh baby, look what I've done to you. I'm so sorry."

"Better get some bandages nurse."

You clean my back with a wet towel and use the bandages in my travel kit until the bleeding stops.

"I guess I'll be on my back the whole time."

"Not all the time. I think your friend here needs some attention. He seems to be losing interest."

I moan as your warm mouth engulfs my semi-hard cock, tongue teasing around the velvet head. I lean against the headboard while you pleasure me, cupping your breasts in my hands while rubbing your nipples. In no time, I am hard once more.

You get on your hands and knees, laying your head on the pillow and wiggling your ass at me.

"How about some doggie, lover?"

"Definitely. Woof, woof."

It's our favorite position. I slip into your creamy pussy and you sigh in satisfaction. Gripping your hips, I stroke in and out, slowly at first until you push your ass back at me.

"Fuck me harder. I want it all. Take me lover."

My cock pistons in your slick pussy ,rutting like animals as the bed squeaks loudly. I pound into you and my fingers strum your engorged clit, your little shrieks telling me you are getting close to cumming. Our lovemaking becomes more frantic as we near orgasm, your hands gripping the bedstead. I lie over your back and knead your swaying breasts, my final lunges sending us both over the edge as we cum uttering wild cries.

We stretch out on the rumpled sheets, lazily kissing and stroking each other. After resting for a while, you get up from the bed and return with a plastic shopping bag. I never noticed you were carrying it. Grinning, you take from it a strap on, a dildo, two butt plugs and a bottle of lube.

"What do you plan to do with those?"

"I thought we'd have a little fun fucking each other in the ass. You can open me up with this one before the real thing goes in and I'll use the other one on you."

You wave the butt plugs at me. We've talked about trying anal sex more than once and the time is now. I feel hot and your face is flushed; the idea of doing each other is a huge turn-on.

We lube the plugs and dildo, making jokes to lessen the tension. 'Is it going to hurt' is the unspoken question. Generously coating your puckered hole with lube, I work it inside with my finger. Then I slowly twist the plug into your ass. It penetrates the anal muscles with a 'pop'.

"Ooooh, that wasn't so bad. Your turn, baby."

The lube is cool in my ass; your finger twirling inside me feels both strange, and good. The plug stretches my sphincter until it pops through. There is no pain, just a feeling of fullness.

You roll on your hands and knees, resting your head on the pillow and looking back at me. I work the plug around in your ass; pulling it out and pushing it back in. You 'ohhhh' and 'mmmm' contentedly, reaching back to rub your clit. I lube my cock and it's time to fuck.

I remove the butt plug and before the muscles can contract; my cock is inside. Your asshole is tighter than your pussy, but the lube makes fucking easier. Gripping your hips, I make a few tentative movements in and out, not wanting to hurt you. You lift your face from the pillow and look back at me, eyes wide.

"Omigod. You're in my ass. Your cock is in my ass. It feels so good. Fuck my ass, lover. Fuck me hard."

The sheer eroticism of the moment and your words of encouragement inflame my lust. I thrust deeper into you, my hands tight on your waist. Your moans become a continuous wail as my balls slap against your pussy. I lean over your back and my hand covers yours as you rub your clit. Your body begins to quiver and I know your orgasm is rising. My balls tighten and I grit my teeth, straining to hold on until we can both cum.

Your back arches and you scream in orgasmic ecstasy, your pussy drenching our hands in warm wetness. One more thrust and I pump blasts of hot cum in you, my vision blurring from the intensity of cumming.

You lie curled up making little mewing sounds. I snuggle up and caress your shivering body. You recover and we kiss open mouthed with tongues mingling.

"That was incredible. If I had known anal sex was so great, we'd have done it from the start."

"Damn that was intense. I was afraid I'd hurt you so I held back at first, then I went wild. You okay baby?"

"My ass may hurt tomorrow, but it feels fine. Hands and knees lover, it's your turn."

I help you fasten the harness around your hips and snap the dildo into place. I kneel and lean over as you work the butt plug around in my asshole then pull it out. I push back as you push the dildo in and I moan as you enter me. My asshole spreads even wider as you stroke into me, going deeper each time. 

"You okay baby? Am I hurting you."

"No. It feels good. Fuck me lover."

You pump harder and the feeling is incredible. Having you take me like this makes my cock so stiff it hurts. Your breasts are soft against my back and you begin jerking me off, your hand slippery with lube. The dildo presses against my prostate and I have the urge to piss and cum all at once. You're fucking faster and harder, breath coming in gasps. I bury my face in the pillow as you bring me to the edge and I topple over.

The dildo must be rubbing your clit as we both cry out in pleasure and I fill your hand with a load of warm cum. You lie on top of me as I stretch out on the bed, the dildo still inside my ass. Your breath is hot on my neck and you nibble my earlobe.

"How was that lover? Did you like it?"

"That was amazingly sexy. I've never felt so aroused."

"Me too. Now I see what it's like to fuck instead of being fucked. I think I like being fucked better, but that was so hot."

"Oh I know. We'll do this again for sure."

You roll off me, the dildo withdrawing with a fart sound and we laugh. I unbuckle the harness and we cuddle and kiss once again.

"When will you be back?"

"In three weeks. Will you miss me?"

"What do you think? I'll need the time to rest anyway."

"Let's take a nap then we'll go downstairs for dinner."

"Aren't we going to fuck some more?"

"Damn right we are, but my engine needs fuel."

"Mmmm...you're my fuck engine alright."

I pull the sheet over us and we drift into slumber, content in each other's arms. Three weeks isn't that long to wait.



Room 237



Chapter 1

Kate Monroe ran down the long hallway to the main conference room, nearly spilling her coffee in the process. The red-haired beauty was going to be late again, for the second straight day. Passionate lovemaking with her boyfriend in the morning was again the reason for her tardiness. She couldn't be late again, not today. Dr. Reynolds, her always demanding boss, was supposed to be giving a speech that every female employee at the institute was supposed to hear. Kate dashed up to Room 237, opened the door gently, and snuck in. Of course, Dr. Reynolds, in the front of the room giving her lecture, made instant eye contact with Kate as she slouched into her chair. 

"Sorry," Kate whispered as she sensed her boss' anger. The boss just rolled her eyes and went back to speaking.

"Women attending clubs where men strip, taking off everything, and parties where women remain clothed while a naked male erotic dancer entertains the ladies are definite signs of a societal role reversal..." Dr. Reynolds went on. The room was full with eight female employees. 

"What did I miss?" Kate whispered to her friend, Janet, as the two tried to take notes.

"Tell you after class," joked Janet, as if the two were back in college. "This is all further evidence of the growing dominance and sexual independence of women," the doctor of psychology went on. "It once was only men that would frequent a strip club and it used to be the bachelor party that had a female stripper. But now it is becoming common for the bachelorette party to feature a male stripper, or strippers." 

The women all giggled like school girls.

"Well it's true," the doctor went on. "Women are becoming more liberated sexually and are expressing a dominance with that liberation. Women are breaking down traditional stereotypes and invading male traditions and institutions, thus creating a societal role reversal."

"Almost like a double standard," chimed in the sweet and charming Natalie, showing off her sexy legs on this day with a pair of black stockings.

"Come again?" asked Dr. Reynolds.

"A double standard. I mean, well, I don't know if it's just me but I am growing more reluctant to let my husband go to a strip joint where the women take off their tops, but my girlfriends and I frequently will attend bachelorette parties where the men take off everything." 

All of the women, female sex counselors by profession, now focused in on what their close friend, Janet, had to say. It was as if she got their attention by talking in a more down-to-earth way whereas Dr. Reynolds' rhetoric was somewhat dull. But the two women were addressing the same topic.

"I think you will find that the so-called growing phenomenon of CFNM is more of a reflection of the male desire to submit to women than it is the female desire to dominate men," came a response from the back of the room. The voice was Jennifer's, the youngest of the female counselors at the institute. 

"CFNM?" asked Kate, crossing her legs. Her khaki skirt rode up on her a bit, displaying her sexy, eye-catching thighs.

"CFNM stands for Clothed Female, Nude Male scenarios," Jennifer went on, moving up to a seat in the front of the room so she would not have to shout. It was as if she was embarrassed to talk about such a thing.

"There are many websites that I have researched that cater to this sort of thing," the brunette explained. "As is the case with most FemDom sites, the popularity of these CFNM sites are driven by men. CFNM is a growing reality, especially among college girls who are sowing their wild oats and expressing their female and sexual liberation, but you will find that it is men who get the most turned on by the concept of CFNM."

"Hmmm," Dr. Reynolds responded. "I can see you read up on the topic. I wish more of you would be as enterprising." She looked at Kate. The red-head looked away feeling like her boss was really giving her a hard time on this day.

"Well, I must say Dr. Reynolds, this does sound like a topic that I would like to study," Kate said, trying to do a bit of kissing up to her boss. 

"Well, that's good," the 30-year-old doctor replied. "Because we all will be getting familiar with this new topic. Many men, some of them married, have expressed interest in this sort of thing when I have met with them. Now as you know as counselors we are to give advice to these people. So I think it might help if we studied up on the topic ourselves." 

The class agreed.

"Are we going to have a male stripper in the class?" joked Natalie. The women all chuckled. 

"Well, sort of," Dr. Reynolds replied. 

Janet was merely kidding, but she got a serious answer from the woman at the front of the room. 

"I am sure lots of men have the fantasy of being a naked male in a room full of clothed women, who are teasing him, fondling him and making sexual remarks about his anatomy," Janet remarked. "I mean...CFNM is another expression of the male submissive nature. It is interesting that the naked male does not want to be naked in a room full of naked women, but rather in a room full of clothed women."

"Yeah, that is interesting," Kate replied, knowing that any man would give anything to see her naked body.

"By being clothed, the women are representing dominance and authority," Natalie went on. "The women are in charge and the male is there to arouse and entertain the women. That is the male fantasy of CFNM." 

"I don't mind looking at a naked guy, I mean if he's hot of course," Kate interjected. 

"Well sure, no woman does," Dr. Reynolds replied, now warming up to her employees. She took a seat in the front row and turned her desk around to address the females, all looking spectacular on this day with skirts of all varieties and matching white shirts that had the initials KI (Kenmore Institute) over their hearts.

"To prove that these sites are driven by male fantasies, we have a male that will be here shortly to demonstrate what this whole CFNM thing is about," she said. "Sometimes this fantasy goes from being merely femdom and steers over into the total sexual realm as some of these sites feature the naked male having his...penis...played with and even sucked by these so-called out of control females." 

The women looked at each other and laughed out of nervousness. There were even some red faces amongst the group. Talking about sex was always a hot topic, even amongst those that did it for a living. It never got old.

"To me, that is when CFNM moves from being femdom over to being pure male adult entertainment and fantasy," Dr. Reynolds said. "While it is possible that women can dominate a man and express their sexual liberation by playing with a man's penis in a room full of women, the fact is that this is more of a male fantasy." 

The women were interested, never realizing how nice it would be for the men to be the nude ones for a change. In movies, in strip clubs, anywhere.

Often these women grew up watching R-rated movies, never once seeing a male penis displayed. Taboo, it was said to be. Too vulgar, it was said. But yet women were naked from head to toe in movies all the time. Why not men?

"From the CFNM sites that I have seen, I have noticed that it is obvious that the men who developed these sites were men with submissive desires and fantasies," Jennifer said. Her friends often teased Jennifer for looking like another Jennifer - Jennifer Love Hewitt that is. And that was because of the size of her breasts. She often got annoyed when men were constantly staring at them, even though she didn't really help the situation by always wearing tight shirts, just like she was today. But for a change, the talk and attention was placed on the male anatomy.

"While some CFNM sites and videos steer toward the sexual and the pornographic, other CFNM sites steer more towards femdom, as the male is being humiliated by the room full of clothed women," Dr. Reynolds said. "The women tease and deny the naked male and play games with his penis, all for their entertainment. They will pretend as if they are going to remove their clothing, maybe one of the women acting as if she is going to remove her blouse, but then stops just in time. The emphasis being that the naked male exists for the entertainment of the women, thus CFNM is femdom. The other sites are more about the women being there for the sexual pleasure of the naked male. That is not femdom."

"Will we be having a test on this?" Kate said with a snicker.

"Sort of," replied the doctor. Again, a seemingly silly remark made by one of the women was taken completely seriously by the class speaker. This day seemed to be headed in a wild direction. 

"CFNM does seem to be another expression of the male submissive nature and the male desire to be dominated by women," Jennifer went on. 

"That is why the male wants to be naked while the women are clothed. This places the ladies in the power position. While these sites and adult videos slash DVD's are primarily an extension of a male fantasy, the reality is that women do have parties where they will have a naked male dancer, or dancers, entertain them and this is a further example of how society continues to evolve and how women are growing more independent and dominant."

There was suddenly a knock at the door, a light knock, but nevertheless it was heard. A handsome man walked through the doorway, a 20-ish looking guy with a boyish face, blonde highlights in his brown hair, muscular build. Really cute guy. The white T-shirt he was wearing hugged his muscular upper body, the jeans doing the same for his lower body. A noticeable bulge could be seen in the crotch of his denims.

"Oh, you're here, great," Dr. Reynolds said. "Ladies, this is Curt Taylor. He is our um, CFNM model for the day I guess you could say." 

"Hi class," he said in a cute fashion, as if he were a new student at a grade school.

"Hi there handsome," Jennifer said teasingly. The women chuckled. Dr. Reynolds, having this scenario plotted out for weeks, had the women organize their desks into a circle, with Curt standing in the center.

"Now today, ladies, we are to be studying the CFNM scenario," Dr. Reynolds explained. "All of those little goodies we talked about earlier we will be carrying out today in some form. The games, the sexy talk, the teasing. All of it. The reason is to gain some understanding of what makes men tick. Why they enjoy the CFNM scenario so much. And why we women don't mind it too much either." 

Kate giggled.

"Okay, let's get started. Now Curt, I am going to give you a state, and you are to give me the capital of that state. If you are incorrect, you have to remove two items of clothing - and no cheating, a pair of socks is one item, not two."

"And if I answer correctly?" asked the handsome gentleman. Surely one of the women would remove an item of clothing, right? Wrong.

"Then you only have to remove one item," replied the sexy doctor.

"Sheesh, she's a tough one," said Kate, crossing her legs. Curt's eyes already were fixed on those sexy limbs. One of the women even removed her shoes at this point to get more comfortable, affording Curt a view of her cute, little feet clad in stockings.


"Okay, Curt, you ready?...New Jersey," Dr. Reynolds said. Curt thought for a moment. This man wasn't stupid, but by far no genius either. He was already struggling with the little game they were playing with him.

"Um...oh, um," he went on.

"Five seconds," Jennifer said, hurrying him. He was at a loss for words, and as a result lost an item of clothing. His shoes came off. More wrong answers in the following minutes followed. His socks came off. His shirt came off. Maybe he was giving wrong answers just to get to the good part. He slowly pulled down the jeans and then stepped out of them, and as he stepped forward, the bulge in his white briefs jutted forward. The women were speechless, well, except one.

"Jeez, what do you have in there a grapefruit?" asked Janet. Kate burst out laughing. Curt smiled.

"Oh my God," said one of the women with a laugh, eyeing the impressive bulge. The bulge had a presence all its own, drawing in stares from nine women in all. Eighteen eyes were fixed on this man's equipment, with just a pair of cotton briefs there to cover it.

"Okay, okay, Curt, what is the capital of New York?" asked the sexy doctor. 

"Oh, that's easy, New York city," replied the gentleman.

"Curt, Curt, Curt. You are incorrect, my dear. The answer is Albany, Albany my dear," she said. All of the women had nervous feelings in their stomachs. They knew what was coming. Curt fought to not get an erection, just yet. 

"Do I really have to remove my underwear?" he asked, even though he wanted to. 

"Yes, you do," Kate said, jumping in before Dr. Reynolds could answer. He slowly put his thumbs underneath the waist band of his briefs, pausing for affect. Silence filled the room, a powerful silence. Then the briefs were lowered, revealing the man's pubic hair. The women "ood and aad" a bit, anticipating the upcoming moments. He lowered the briefs a bit more, and the base of his penis, where it connects to his groin, was revealed. The base was frighteningly big around, like a tree trunk. Kate realized it was probably as big around as her wrist. A shaft that big around had to be plenty long too, she thought to herself. The briefs came down lower, and lower and lower. Still no head was revealed. No words were spoken by the women at this point. They were too much in awe of what they were seeing in front of them. The briefs came down lower, and lower, and lower, inch by inch until the appendage that was hanging from this man's groin was hanging halfway to his knees. Surely an optical illusion, the women thought to themselves. Finally, the head was revealed, and the man stepped out of his briefs. As he stepped forward, an enormous male organ was on display.

"Oh my fucking God," Kate said, unable to control her language. There was shock, interest, arousal, and even fear in the room. The man just stood there proudly, legs spread wide, showing off his most prized possession. Finally one of the women broke the ice.

"He's (laugh)...he's hung like a horse," Jennifer said. Some of the women giggled again like school girls at that comment, others were still in shock, pale as ghosts.

"What the fuck is that? That's not a penis," Kate said. Dr. Reynolds corrected her co-worker. 

"Oh yes it is my darling," she said. "Just look at that thing. Oh, and take your time looking, because he will be naked for us for a long while - our naked servent, if you will."

Of course this crude treatment of the male was not a real act of hatred by the women. It was role playing, a mutual understanding between the women and the male. The male enjoyed being controlled like this, and the women, playing right along, obliged him. He shook his torso up and down, making his large penis flop up toward the ceiling then down toward the floor, emulating a nod. He was now speaking with his penis until he was told he could use his mouth.

"I've never seen a penis that big before," Kate said. The women moved their heads from side to side, seeing if it was some weird angle they were sitting at that made his privates look bigger. But it wasn't. The man was simply huge. He now ran one of his hands along it to make it snake down as far as it could go without him getting an erection. He bent over a bit, and the head of his thick penis was only a few inches from his kneecaps.

"Um...did you grow up near a power plant or something?" asked Jennifer. "How on earth did you grow one that large?"

"What have you been feeding that thing?" asked Janet with a laugh. Curt was now ordered to go from one desk to the next, giving each female a view of his penis. They were allowed to fondle it, but the male was ordered by Dr. Reynolds to not get an erection yet. 

"God, his testicles are big too," Kate noticed as she lifted up his penis to inspect his sack.

"They're huge, they're like the size of golf balls for crying out loud," said the red head. She dropped his penis back down between his legs.

"God look at it flop around," the 27-year-old said of his organ. She now held it up again, and let it drop once more. She did it repeatedly, ushering in laughter from the circle of women. It also made each woman anticipate their chance to play with the horse-like penis.

"Look, I can almost pick it up and throw it," Janet said as she got her turn. She grabbed his penis, tossing it around his right leg to see it smack against his butt cheek in the rear. Dr. Reynolds now gave Curt permission to speak.

"How on earth do you get that thing in your pants?" asked Melissa, a wife and mother of two. She stared at his huge appendage without shame. Curt gave a very dignified answer to her question.

"Well if I wear jeans I usually will wear underwear and just let it bulge out in front like you saw today," he explained. "But sometimes that can be kind of constraining so I will go without underwear and let it hang down one of my pant legs."

"Jeez Louise," Natalie said with a laugh. Curt approached a cute blonde sitting near the doorway. As he walked, he swung his hips from side to side to make his penis flop out of control, and make the 21-year-old blush. She covered her eyes and laughed. 

Curt snuck behind her very carefully and quietly rested his penis on her shoulder. It hung over and the head rubbed gently against her left breast.

"I have a friend for you," he said with a goofy voice. She heard the women laughing hysterically, dreading having to open her blue eyes to see what the fuss was about. It was her worst fear - the man had draped his penis over her shoulder. She knew she felt something. She opened her eyes.

"Oh my God," she shrieked, but going along with the festivities. It was all in good fun. 

"You better get that thing under control mister," she said with a laugh.

Kate retrieved a camera from her purse, a camera she had taken on vacation the week before to photograph, of all things, some boring landscapes. She was about to take pictures of something far different. Kate gestured to Dr. Reynolds, asking permission to photograph the man's humongous penis. The boss in charge was reluctant at first, but then gave in.

"Come on, how often do you see something like this?" asked Kate, rolling her eyes toward Curt's direction.

"Oh, okay," said the boss, giving in. "But remember we are not sight seeing here. We have research to do." Kate posed the man in the middle of the room. She backed up and looked into her camera, making it quite evident she was making sure that his penis was in the frame.

"Jesus, can you...hold on...yeah, could you like move back," she asked Curt. "I can't get it all in the frame. It hangs down so damn far." Of course the others were amused by this, and Curt found it the perfect time to achieve a full erection as Dr. Reynolds motioned for him to do so. His penis grew in size quite rapidly, thickening and expanding in length. Instead of rising in the air like most erections, Curt's penis began to hang lower, the weight of it too substantial for it to fight gravity.

"It's getting bigger," noticed one of the females, pushing her desk closer. 

"It's getting fucking huge," answered another.

As Curt's penis continued its decent, the women realized they were in the presence of a truly nature-defying being, a male penis that was just one inch short of a full foot in length. Dr. Reynolds saw to it that each woman took turns measuring Curt's penis. The good doctor had brought a tape measure with her to the institute that day to carry out such an exercise.

"I never thought it could be possible for a guy to have an 11-inch dick," said Natalie, unable to believe her own words.

"Now ladies, as you can probably gather by now Curt here is not the average male," Dr. Reynolds said as she took a seat. "When I planned to do this exercise I was simply going to have, well, a normal male be the guinea pig."




Room 237



"Yeah Curt is more like a horse," Melissa said. Dr. Reynolds was angered by the interruption.

"Anyway, a woman here at KI - I won't tell you her name to protect the innocent, or not-so innocent - knew of Curt and his size and urged me to consider him for this event," Dr. Reynolds explained, going into a long speech like she sometimes tended to do. "The first time I met with Curt I had him show me his dick, and - as you can imagine, I almost fainted. I was told he had a very big dick but this caught me off guard. But I knew I had something here. I think the size of his dick has just made the CFNM theme that much more rich for all of us to enjoy, kind of bringing out the flavor in it like a good spice in a special recipe. Now I had never seen anything like this, so I took the liberty of reaching out and grabbing it, and stroking it, like I urge you women to do right now." 

Kate and Natalie grabbed for his prick at the same time, as did Jennifer and Melissa. The other four women gave it a try.

"One at a time," announced Dr. Reynolds. She then realized the stupidity of her instructions, realizing the amount of hands the man's penis could accommodate. "Okay, four at a time." 

Curt's appendage was like a well-oiled machine, pumping up and down, up and down in unison with the women's strokes. He backed away at one point, and put on a show.

"It actually controls the tides," Curt said of his penis. "See, if I move it over here" - he swung around to the right, his giant penis moved with the force of a baseball bat in action - "the tides will come in, when I move it to this side" - he swung it to the other side, purposely smacking it against Kate's sexy leg just for fun - "the tides move out." The women were hysterical.

"Watch my leg mister, you could break a bone with that thing," the red head said. Curt now walked over to the desk where Jennifer was sitting, and he playfully swung his penis up in the air and it landed with a resounding thud on the young woman's desk.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," she said, laughing while covering her mouth with her hand.

"Thought you might need a paper weight my dear," said the man. This guy was good, almost as if he were a stage performer. He moved about the room with such dexterity and charisma, playing games with each woman while they in turn played right back, with his penis. The other four women soon got a turn stroking his shaft, with one of them making an unwise decision to play with the head while standing in front of him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," instructed Dr. Reynolds. "I jerked this guy off a few times and um, well, you'll see." 

Without warning, Curt's penis went off, the first blast of come spurting out just a few inches but then the second one landing on a desk several feet in front of him with a splash.

"Oooohhhhh Godddd," he announced. The women increased their strokes of his mighty tool, and the third shot of come drenched the floor in front. The other four women got up from their seats to gain a better view, and massaged his ass and shoulders as he shot load after load of come all over the conference room.

"Jerk it ladies, jerk it," Dr. Reynolds screamed. 

"Oh girls I worship you all," said the man as he gave everything he possibly had, spurting out an even dozen shots of semen to give the conference room a new, wet, look. Janet, laying on the ground in front of the manly wonder, rubbed Curt's pretty face with her feet, soothing him. The women soon had to go to meet with clients that day, talking with couples about boring issues all the while having this image of an 11-inch cock spurting load after load of come. It was difficult to focus that day. Some of the women were still in the conference room with Curt hours later, and as Kate walked in she noticed he and about three of the women were having a quiet, casual talk on the floor, enjoying a few drinks. Curt was still naked, his most notable appendage draped out along his right leg. Kate walked in on the conversation.

"...yeah it was like when I was like 18 I guess, and I was like wow, this thing's kind of big," he explained to the women as they eyed his organ. "I started measuring it, taking note. Really felt awkward." Curt had been an athlete in high school and college, something that Jennifer found interesting.

"What was it like walking around a locker room with that...big thing swinging around down there?" she asked. The group shared a laugh. Curt gave them insightful responses to all of their questions. Some of the women departed for the day at this point, others stayed. Still about four women remained talking to Curt. They silently stared at his penis. Natalie just shook her head.

"My oh my mister, that is one big schlong," she remarked. "My husband is five inches." 

Cheryl, one of the quiet ones, tried to give a dignified goodbye to the man as she departed for the day, reaching out to shake his hand and wish him well. He didn't make it so easy, making her shake his penis instead of his hand. She blushed. He nearly gushed. Instructions were given to the women to not mention anything about Curt, that he was going to be a special item actually rented to married couples looking for something to add to their sex life. KI always aimed to please, and the fun for the women was just getting started. CFNM was a new wave that was going to take over the institute and its clients, and Curt was now the center of attention.



Room 255



Note: All of the factual elements of this story are true, with the exception of a few name changes. As for the "supernatural" elements, who is to say? If anyone has a friend or family member stricken with Alzheimers', and would like to post a public comment or send me a Private Message, please do so. If this story moves you, I would greatly appreciate you taking the time to vote. Happy Holidays to all the Literotica staff as well as our wonderful readers and writers!

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In the half light of dusk, Room 255 took on a ghostly hue. My father lay dying on the bed, his self imposed refusal of all food and drink having a devastating effect. Bony hands reached for the sky in a circular pattern, praying to the Gods for succor and sustenance.

No one ever thought it would have taken this long. Since April 12th, my father had steadfastly refused all nourishment, including a feeding tube. Now, in the final hours of May 1st, death was imminent. The Hospice nurse had come and come, leaving me her cell phone number "just in case." I tried to read a book and block out the shadow of what was once my father. It was painful to look at him, the beet red face aching for oxygen, the shriveled arms, the protruding ribs. He probably was no more than 100 pounds, yet at one time was a strapping 6 foot man thst weighed twice that much. 

The room looked haunted in the weak light of a small lamp by the bed. On top of my father's bureau were dozens of Beanie Babies my sister had given him for good luck. On the other side of the small bedroom were two bookcases, full of the tomes he had enjoyed so much over the years, including several texts he had written himself. While he was still lucid, I had read some of his own children's books to him, enjoying the serene look on his face and even the occasional smile.

I usually did not stay for more than an hour when I visited, but something told me that this was going to be the night. He was completely unresponsive at this point, and breathing irregularly. For the first time ever, I had eaten dinner alone in the vast dining room, missing my father's gentle smile and wry sense of humor. The waitresses were very nice, coming in to sing with him a week before when they knew his time was short. Despite their generous efforts, nothing could lessen my feeling of impending loss.

A knock at the door startled me. It was ten-thirty at night and everyone in my family had departed long ago. I got up hastily, walked quickly through the tiny living room and galley kitchen, and swung open the heavy wooden door.

The soft light of the hallway illuminated dusky blue carpet. No one was there...not even a mouse, I smiled to myself. Perhaps one of the other residents of the Alzheimer's section had knocked on the door in confusion. But where had they gone? Oh well, it really didn't matter all that much I went back inside my father's cozy room, locking the door securely in case there were other "visitors".

When I walked back into the bedroom I froze. Something was different, something had changed. Instead of my father's heaving chest, there was absolutely no motion. His face had contorted into a startled expression, and had become ashen white. All through his life, my father had been a proud man, and suddenly I knew what was going on. He was too embarrassed to die with me present, and had waited until I had left the room. 

"Oh, Daddy, Daddy." 

I felt the tears come as I pulled the wolf blanket he had loved so much over his lifeless form. I couldn't look any longer, the skeleton in the large bed bore no resemblance to the man I had called father for 87 years. Time stood still as I weeped softly, pacing around the apartment like a worried leopard until the phone rang. It was my sister and my entire body shook as I said the dreaded words for the first time.

"Daddy's Gone!"

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My fsther had been reasonably lucky in that he had not developed Alzheimer's until he was about 80 years old. It began almost imperceptibly, a confused expression here, a halting thought there. Then, he did things that made no sense, like putting his African Violets out into the frigid March weather and being indignant when they all died. We took his car away after he left my mother off to have her hair done and never picked her up. The police found him one town over talking to himself in the parking lot of a large mall. 

As my father slipped slowly into the abyss, it was as if he had died. We couldn't talk about the hobbies we had in common such as gardening and music, and whatever conversation we had was essentislly me doing the talking and he nodding and smiling. At his intellectual height, he was doing the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle in a few hours and reading several books a week. As the weeks and months slipped by, he barely read at all and was only able to fill in the easiest clues of a crossword puzzle, if any at all.

Then, on that fateful day of July 5th, 2006, the unthinkable happened: my mother bled internally in her sleep due to complications from an aortic aneurysm. No one knew who had called 911 in the inky darkness at 2:30 in the morning, but apparently my mother was still alive in the ambulance. A paramedic told me she whispered "please stop my pain." Unfortunately, my Alzheimer shrouded father did not call my sister until 5:30. She rushed to the hospital, but it was too late. Apparently, a few minutes into a blood transfusion, my mother's blood pressure went too low to support life. 15 units of blood were pumped in, to no avail.

Without his rock, his fortress, his protector, my father went downhill rapidly. We thought he could live alone for awhile, but after setting three fires in the space of a few weeks. it was time for more drastic measures. My family did some research and found a wonderful Alzheimers' facility only 10 miles away from my parent's apartment. On August 31st, just seven weeks after my mother was buried, my father entered Room 255 for the first time. 

He immediately made it his own, from paintings he had saved from the first house he and my mom had shared, to the many books he had collected over 40 years. On the sunny bay window he raised his favorite flower, the Portulaca or "Porchalaca" as he had called it since the lovely blooms of various hues had graced his front porch for many years. 

I was very proud of my father during this period since he was successfully able to live on his own for the first time in his life. I would eat dinner with him two times a week, guiding him down the long hallways as he slowly negotiated the trek with his walker. In this fashion, he did reasonably well until the night of January 24th, 2008. No one knows exactly what happened, but in the wee hours of the morning the aides found him slumped over with a badly broken hip. Although the operation to repair his hip was successful, he was never the sane after that. Perhaps it was the anesthesia, he simply failed to thrive and in April announced he was no longer interested in eating or drinking. Despite trying Physical Therapy, my fsther never learned to walk again and was essentially bedridden. At the same time he bacame incontinent and had to wear diapers for the first time in his adult life. My family was devastated to see this once vital man reduced to living like a baby. We knew it was futile to try to force a feeding tube on him. The process would simply prolong the agony, and from the look on my father's face, it was clear he was ready to move on to the next dimension...

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The wake and funeral were surreal. My father's body was there, of course, but he had checked out long before. No one looks entirely the same in the casket, but my father looked entirely different. Even his eyebrows appeared to have been shaped an entirely different way. I spent four hours in a daze, nodding and smiling to friends and strangers alike. 100 people exactly had signed the guest book, not entirely shabby as all his 6 brothers and sisters were deceased. I wept as I threw a solitary rose on his coffin, watching the gentle winds of May scatter the petals into the void. 

As is often true in these cases, the first few weeks after my father's death were bearable, since I was in a complete state of shock. Then, when reality set in, I found that I would spontaneously cry while driving or when a flower bloomed in my garden I knew he loved. Particularly irksome was the fact I couldn't share with him some exciting things happening in my life. I had been nominated for Who's Who in Education and had received a substantial raise at work. 

There were a couple of strange things to report. The day my father died, a large plaster angel statue in my garden fell over into the mud. I haven't touched it since, feeling it might be bad luck. Even weirder was a patch of Portulaca which previously had reseeded every time for 10 years never came up...not a one. Did they miss my father? 

As the holidays approached, I dreaded even thinking about them. All that changed when an invitaion arrived in the mail. The Alzheimer's facilty where my father stayed was putting on a holiday dinner and my family was invited! Despite my apprehension about setting foot in the building my father had passed away in, it was time to excise some demons. I decided to get a Christmas card for my father, and place it against the door of room 255. Although I had nothing to be ashamed about, I didn't tell my sisters about my plan, feeling it might upset them.

When I called the facility to confirm our reservation, I couldn't resist asking Sandy, the receptionist about the fate of room 255. Goosebumps slowly raised on my arms as she related a woman had lived in the room for a short time, but had passed away just 2 weeks ago. Room 255 was vacant now, and no one was slated to move in until January 1st.

A wonderful plan stsrted to percolate in my mind. I would go to the dinner with my sisters, then sneak away at an opportune moment and have a pleasant moment with my father in prayer, in front of Room 255. I made an elaborate Christmas card, using pictures I had found from the first 25 years of his life. Particularly telling was a photo of my mom and dad hugging dated June 5th 1943! I pasted the photos in a circle, in a rough chronology of his life, then slid the now heavy card carefully into the oversized envelope. 

I was so excited about my plan, the days passed quickly. Then, once again, I was in the magnificent dining hall with my sisters and my brother. We had some wonderful remembrances about my father over pot roast and pumpkin pie. Fortuitously, many of his old friends on his floor were there and were very happy to see us. We were amazed that some did not even realize he was gone. 

As the afternoon wound down, I told my sister I was going to talk to Sandy for a bit. They waived goodbye and I felt very alone standing by the receptionists' desk. After speaking pleasantries and stalling for what seemed like an eternity. I knew what I had to do. Heart pounding, I mounted the circular stairway to the second floor. It was a long walk to room 255, the last room on the right. As I reached for my father's Christmas card in my suit jacket pocket, I suddenly realized I had left it in the car. I turned to go back down the ornate hallway when my heart skipped a beat.

There was the clear sound of someone talking within Room 255. 

I looked back at the heavy wooden door and noticed something I had missed the first time. Next to the gold numbers 255 was a small picture of my father from his army days. I could have sworn I had packed it, but in the confusion after his death, anything was possible. 

As I focused on the talking from within, I smiled. It was merely the sound of a television! Sandy must have been wrong about room 255 being unoccupied. I stsrted to breathe regularly and my hearbeat returned to normal. Yet something inside told me to knock on the door. I had to see, to know for sure...

Scarcely breathing, I rapped on the door as loud as I dared. A stentorian voice immediately answered, 

"Come in!" 

My jaw dropped. The new occupant of Room 255 had a voice remarkably similar to my father! Turning the knob frsntically, I opened the door and entered the room...

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My eyes popped as I took in the scene before me. The apartment was exactly as it had been the day my father had moved in, right down to the same paintings and bookcases. My father was reclined in a vast leather chair, doing a crossword puzzle.

"Well hello! I'd knew you'd come!"

Overcome with emotion, I collapsed on top of him, hugging him with all my might. 

"Hey, you're really happy to see me."

"Well yeah Dad, I thought you were..."

"Were what...? I saw confusion on his face. 

"Uh, nothing, nothing." Time had been turned upside down and it was my turn to be the silent one. 

"Do you like my tree?" My dad beamed proudly at the fiber-optic marvel he put up every year.

"Yeah, it's beautiful!" I was awestruck. 

"How's work...I heard you got a raise."

"You what....how..." I was at a total loss for words. How could he have known? 

"You know, Aunt Palma keeps me abreast of everything."

My heart sank. Palma, his youngest sister, had died in 2004.

"You saw Aunt Palma?" 

"Sure, we have dinner every Saturday night."

I decided to suspend disbelief and take in the appealing dimple in his cheek, the eyes wide with wonder, the furrowed wrinkles on his forehead. Minutes turned to hours as I enjoyed my father's never ending sense of humor.

"A orta be in pictures A's beautiful to see! A orta be in pictures..."

"Oh, daddy, you are so funny!" I hugged him again, suddenly remembering the real reason for my visit.

"Daddy, I have a Christmas card for you, but I left it in the car."

"Go and get it, I can hardly wait to see what you came up with this time."

I smiled at him as I slowly closed the door, marveling at how fresh and young he looked. Then I ran down the hallway as fast as I could, feeling a new lease on life and boundless energy. In a matter of seconds, I was at my Toyota Corolla. Taking the card off the front seat, I hightailed it back to Room 255 at 20 miles an hour. 

When I got to the door there was absolute silence. My hands started to shake when I saw the little picture of my father in military garb was gone. I tried to open the door, but it was locked.

"Daddy, open up, I have your card!"

Only the faint humming of an overhead light could be heard above the beating of my heart.

I knocked on the door louder and louder, unable to stop.

"Daddy, let me in, let me in, I have your Christmas card!"

I slammed my whole body against the door, hoping to break it in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a woman running towards me in horror.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"My father's in there, I have to get in there!" I was completely hysterical at this point.

"There's no one in there, look, I'll show you."

With that, the night aide thrust a key in the lock and quickly shoved the door open. I pushed her aside and triumphantly held up the card I had brought for my father. 

The room was completely bare. Even the wolf blanket on the bed had been removed.

"NO DADDY NO!!!!!"

I slumped to the floor, sobbing and wailing with absolute despair. THe aide tried to hug me, but I pushed her away.

"My father was in here. I talked to him!"

"I'm sure you did. Christmas is a hard time of year for everybody."

"But I did talk to him...you have to believe me!"

"I believe you did talk to him. You talked to him with your heart."

"But he was here, he was here."

The tears welled forth like tiny knives on my cheeks. I thought I would never stop sobbing. Only the gentle voice of the aide slowly permeated my grief.

"Sir, I'm sorry you have to go."

I somehow managed to get up on my own. Taking the Christmas card, I put it down on the windowsill, imagining the beautiful Portulacas that had bloomed there. 

"Merry Christmas, Daddy."

The aide motioned me to the doorway. I felt like my shoes had lead in them. When I finally reached the forbidding wooden door, I looked back to where my father had been reclining in the chair. And in that instant, a miraculous thing happened. I saw my father in all the stages of my life, first holding me as a baby, then driving me to school, then attending my first piano recital, then my college graduation...

A dozen scenes flashed through my mind in the twinkle of an eye, ending with my father near death, shrouded in the wolf blanket.

"Good-bye, Daddy." I let out a sigh of pure emotion.

I watched helplessly as the room slowly disappeared, closing the door to room 255 for the last time...