0 comments/ 23571 views/ 0 favorites Ya Just Never Know Ch. 01 By: johnnieblue44 Intuition. It's a funny thing. Sometimes, it's spot-on accurate. At other times, a misconception can be rather drastically awkward, at best. Occasionally, however, when things aren't always as they seem, it is vitally important to adapt to circumstances, abandon the false confidence of intuition, and plunge valiantly forward. Especially so in a climate of escalating sexual possibilities. This is the beginning of such a saga. It would teach me the meaning of dominance and submission, and how easily interchangeable the roles can be, if both partners are willing to adapt and adjust. As we sat at dinner together on our first date, I sat and watched her and commended myself on my due diligence. She was indeed lovely. No, gorgeous, really, in an innocent, preppy, yet classically beautiful way. Intelligent, though reserved and apparently shy. Almost like a fragile fawn. I guessed that somewhere in the not-too-distant past, there had been a deep hurt in her life, something she was hiding. I wanted to learn more, but realized that discovery would have to be nurtured with this particular woman, trust would have to be earned. All of that didn't abate the bulge throbbing in my suit trousers beneath the table. Every time I focused on her wet, warm mouth sucking a shrimp, every time I caught a whiff of her intoxicating scent, every time I gazed at her bright red lips curled around the rim of her wine glass, I got harder and harder. I was a firm believer, through many pleasant surprise experiences, that the old adage of 'the saint being the hottest fuck' was true. Actually, it wasn't an old adage at all. I made it up. But, hey, old adages have to start somewhere, right? There had been nothing yet that had even hinted at R-rated or X-rated banter. All conversation thus far was purely diplomatic cordiality, despite the unmistakable, underlying hint of sexual tension. Then, as is often the case, a chance occurrence presented the opportunity. Keri dropped her napkin from her lap and leaned under the table to get it. Since we were well into our second bottle of merlot, she fumbled for it for a few seconds longer than normally necessary, causing me to swivel uncomfortable in my own seat, knowing that her face was perhaps just a foot or so from my pulsing member. She finally emerged from below, her face a beet red from embarrassment, which only served to stiffen my manhood, if possible. You see, another adage that I made up is that if a woman blushes in your company, it's a sure sign of attraction, a mating call if you will. An astute male who heeds the call will inevitably be rewarded by acting upon this subtle involuntary signal. Keri wrinkled her cute little nose, the freckles bunching as she did so, and her eyes averted from my gaze as she placed the napkin back onto her lap, which ironically, was the object of my immediate desire. Lucky napkin. "Sorry," she almost mumbled. "I couldn't reach it." I raised my wine glass and held it there until she looked up into my eyes. "Keri, anytime you want to linger under the table until you find what you're looking for is just fine with me." She raised her own glass and curled that full, pouty lower lip over the rim, her eyes transforming instantly from one of a timid fawn to one of a lioness at prey. "Thank you. I've been tempted to all night." It was if a lightning bolt of super-charged hormones shot across the table with one simple sentence. Within minutes, I had waved down the waiter for the check and threw a few hundred dollar bills down on the table, not wanting to waste another moment at the table. Keri and I couldn't even make it past the outer vestibule until our we embraced in a frantic, hungry locking of tongues, mouths, and lips, augmented by groans and moans and roaming hands. Keri was slightly taller than myself in her 4-inch heels, and my passion and excitement was further heightened by the rare feeling of a woman reaching down to kiss me, grasping my head within her long fingers and pulling me to her hot, inviting mouth. Speaking of adages, some people say that you can tell how a woman will fuck by the way she moves on a dance floor. True? Well, perhaps. But for my money, a more accurate barometer is how a woman kisses. And, within only a few heated seconds, I can say that no woman had ever kissed me as Keri was kissing me now, and we were still out in public, restaurant patrons coming and going within mere feet of our public display of feverish ardor. We reluctantly ceased only when the maitre'd caught our attention with a loud and purposeful, "Ahem!" and a raised eyebrow that combined disgust and envy. Keri and I heeded his exhortations and we made our way to my car for the five minute-drive to her high-rise apartment in Valley Forge. Neither of us said a word, still undoubtedly taking mutual mental inventory of the events that had so spontaneously transpired, and anxiously anticipating the events to come. Keri finally spoke as we pulled into the massive outdoor parking area of her apartment complex. "I told the sitter for my daughter that I'd be home by eleven." I looked at her, still uncertain as to the relevancy of this. Keri pointed to a secluded area of the lot hidden partially by weeping willow trees. "We have twenty minutes. Pull over there." Within seconds, Keri was spread across my lap, facing upward, as I unsnapped the button to her tight linen pants, pulled down the zipper, slid the pants down her slender thighs, felling the soft skin, pulled her thong aside, and frantically finger-fucked her with three fingers roaming deeply within her steaming cunt, our mouths sucking each other's tongues in a vacuum-like frenzy, my second hand now finding her cunt, peeling her outer lips apart wide, and stroking her throbbing clit into one orgasm after the other, her hips writhing and heaving wildly into the air, the scent of her sex permeating through the car, her juices running like a stream onto the upholstery, her eyes rolling back into her head in sheer, utter ecstasy, the inner slut now fully unleashed. There was nothing subtle nor tender about my manual administrations. Keri's cunt was literally exploding onto my fingers, like a kerosene-stoked firecracker, steamy, wet, her incredibly tight vaginal muscles contracting and convulsing to my touch, fucking my fingers back as if in a contest. Each insertion was met with a slurping sound, each withdrawal met with a splash. The more antimatedly she moved her pussy, the deeper I jammed my fingers into her, finding her g-spot over and over, one finger curling upward against her inner walls, the other fucking rhythmically in the middle of her hole, the third exploring downward and rubbing the bottom of her tunnel. She spurted small streams of liquid about every ten seconds, and the more she came, the deeper I digitally plunged. This was a savage finger-fucking, rough, and Keri loved it, she craved it, she begged for it. She tried to roll over onto her stomach so that her face would be on my own lap, but I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled both of them over her head tightly. "Don't touch my cock," I teased. "Tonight is only about your cunt, enjoy it, it's only about you and your cunt, no cock for you tonight. Next time my tongue, maybe, but for now, only my fingers." She moaned, but relented as I rubbed my thumb over her hood, evoking another wailing howl of orgasmic bliss. A phone rang. Keri shot up from her prone position and reached for her purse, where her cell phone jangled within. As she hit the button, I could hear a young teenaged voice on the other end. "Mrs. Reynolds, it's almost eleven-thirty, are you all right? My dad is downstairs waiting to pick me up." "I'm so sorry, Lynn, I'm in the parking lot, I'll be right there." Keri struggled to pull up her pants, bunched tightly around her ankles, her hair askew, her face flushed, her juices flowing essentially all over her lower body. As she did so, I drove my car over to the entrance of her building. She hurried out of the car, but before she could get out, I held her by the forearm for a minute, and looked at her flushed face. "Next Saturday night, at eight?" She smiled nervously, blushing again, and nodded. Before she closed the door, I gave her a succinct directive for proper attire for our second date. "Wear a skirt, Keri." Her blazing eyes seared into my own. "Oh, I shall. I'm very obedient." To be continued... Ya Just Never Know Ch. 02 Dear readers: You're cordially encouraged to go back and read Chapter One of this story to become acquainted with the characters, and the hot finger fucking, of course. Enjoy. All aboard. I'd appreciate our feedback. This is my maiden venture into a BDSM story line, thanks. * The sweet taste of Keri's hot, dripping cunt juices lingered on my hand throughout the night on Saturday. Come on, guys (and ladies), confess. You know you do this, too, we all have from time to time. Forsaking hygiene for a few hours so that you can savor the intoxicating, lingering scent of a lover's cum on your hands to memorialize a night that ended far too soon. Combined with the memory of her incredibly talented and passionate kisses and her teasing hint of obedience, my often disobedient cock throbbed constantly throughout the week in anticipation of our next rendezvous on this upcoming weekend. I received only one correspondence from Keri during the week, an e-mail message that said only: Come up to my apartment door when you pick me up, I want to discuss something with you. I had picked her up at the front of her high-rise vestibule last date due to the fact that her young daughter was home with a babysitter, so this revelation told me that I had a invitation into her abode for this date. This offset the normal anxiety whenever a woman informs you she wants to 'discuss something'. Stronger men than myself have run for the hills upon hearing that phrase, it is indeed truly frightening normally for most males just seeking no-strings-attached carnal activities. Instinctively, though, I sensed Keri had something relevant to share. It was apparent to me that still waters ran very deep inside of this externally subdued, private, yet highly intelligent woman. Intelligent women are always the most creative and adventurous lovers, from my humble perspective. However, her cunt spoke volumes to me. It was literally the hottest tunnel that I had ever explored, the searing temperature that exuded from within her channels was unlike any that I had ever experienced from a woman, and this was just from mere, though intense, digital explorations. I knew the topic of conversation would be similarly scintillating. 8 P.M. Saturday finally rolled around after countless masturbation sessions during the long week. It was all I could do to declare a 24-hour moratorium and cease-fire between my hands and my own cock so that I had some ammunition remaining for the anticipated skirmish with Keri's pussy, so I stopped my relentless self-assault with one last rousing session behind closed office doors before I departed my office on Friday afternoon. Discipline was not normally my strong point. I would soon be duly motivated to improve. Keri greeted me at the door and gave me a soft kiss and a warm hug, all rather platonic. She had heeded the request for a skirt, but it was a conservative, tasteful, suede skirt down to her ankles, augmented by leather boots with high heels. She again hovered over me by several inches, which I continued to find extremely arousing. Something about a tall, slender woman in heels. "My daughter will be home in about two hours, she's at the movies with my sister and her kids, so if its OK with you, I thought we could just stay here?" As she motioned me to sit down on the couch, she quite obviously noticed me perusing her attire. She raised an eyebrow quizzically as she sat down next to me, on the other side of the couch, a clear signal that we would indeed be conversing first before any extracurricular activities may commence. "Is something wrong?", she inquired, looking disappointed. I blushed and stammered, diverting my eyes away from her legs, and tried to block out my thoughts of what was hiding beneath the long skirt and boots. Her legs were impossibly long, and I wanted to get between them pronto. However, for now, discretion was the better part of valor. "No, no, not at all, it's just that, well....." Keri smiled smugly and uncrossed and then again crossed her legs. It was as if she were reading my mind. (What's that old joke about a psychic breaking up with me very early in the relationship? It means she's very good at her job.) "If you wanted me to wear a shorter skirt, John, you should have been much more specific. I told you I can be very obedient." I squirmed on the couch, momentarily rendered speechless, unsuccessfully trying to take inventory of the karma in the room. I had lost control, for now, and was uncertain how to regain it. It was that quick. Keri flipped her hair back off of her shoulders, briefly exposing her chest so that I could see the outline of a lacy white bra beneath her silky cream-colored blouse. Her brown nipples peeked through the fabric, an encouraging sign, I mused. "Don't fret, John, you'll very much enjoy what I have as accessory items this evening, in due time, perhaps. But for now, I need you to listen, and try to understand. Could you do that for me? I have an intuition that I can trust you." I nodded as earnestly as I knew how, betrayed only by the involuntary below-the-waist twitching. Keri sighed deeply. "I don't know what other way to say this, John, so I'll just blurt it out. I'm a sex addict." She stopped to study my initial reaction, but I had my best poker face on. Inside, though, I was thinking, "Tell me you own a golf course and a brewery, too." I extended my palms upward and rolled my fingers towards me, in the universal 'tell me more' gesture, and attempted to put on my most empathetic face. I'm not certain that I could have succeeded, though. Why, oh why, was my cock so steel hard? She continued hesitantly, "Well, I guess I should clarify that statement." "No", I thought to myself. "I pretty much got your point." "Um, I've never been diagnosed clinically or anything. I just know." She paused. "This is harder than I thought." Again, my silent devil took over inside my head as I readjusted my lap and he uttered into my ear. "You're telling me." I tried valiantly to maintain my best behavior, but in all due respect, you try sitting in front of a beautiful woman who's in the process of telling you that she's addicted to sex, and you try to maintain decorum. As Lieutenant Dirty Harry Callahan said when discussing his supervisor's mouthwash, "It ain't making it." Still, my eyes implored her to continue. After all, what could go wrong now? I decided to ask her a question to help ease her discomfort. "When did you discover this, Keri?" I expected a benign reply. That's not what I received. Her eyes blazed into my own. "When I fucked five guys in a spontaneous gang bang all night at a convention in Atlantic City last summer, and then got up the next morning and blew the young bellhop as he came to pick up my bags. And that wasn't all. There were more earlier in the week, I think I fucked or sucked twelve or fifteen guys that week. And that was the culmination of several months worth of promiscuity, ever since my divorce became official two years ago. I was on a massive 'revenge-fuck' mission." I gulped, and then swiftly gathered my wits, and came up with a very soothing reply of my own. "Oh." I was smooth. Fortunately, she seemed to be oblivious to her one-man audience now, and wanted only to tell her story, a kind of therapy for her, I surmised. I was now determined to only sit back and listen. My little head had rendered the big head temporarily incompetent, so anything I would say could not be held against me, I reasoned. She sighed again, this time more deeply. "You see, that was 14 months ago, and I haven't had any physical contact since, none at all, at least not until the other night, with you. And that opened up the floodgates again, I was afraid of that." She looked at me, vulnerable and exposed, once again the frightened fawn in the forest. "Afraid of what, Keri?", I asked, genuinely curious. She looked at me with incredulity, as if the answer was so obvious. "I'm afraid I can't control my urge for cock, John, don't you see?" I shrugged, acknowledging my ignorance, waiting for Keri to elaborate. "I need you to help me, John, I've thought about this all week and I want to do it. Please help me, tell me you will. I sensed you were different when we met, and I want you to be the one to help with my idea. Will you?" Rarely, if ever, was there a time in history when a more chivalrous opportunity was ever presented to a man. It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it, I decided. "Anything for you, Keri, I'm flattered that you feel so comfortable with me. But, well, uh, what exactly do I need to do to help you?" Keri's face softened. "You didn't try to fuck me last week, John, that's when I knew you were different. That pleasure you provided to me with only your fingers, and God, it was incredible, told me that you were unselfish, and a giving lover. It's not all about your cock, you please the woman first. True?" I nodded bashfully, admitting the half-truth. My cock is not altogether altruistic, let's face it. But I was interested to see where this was heading. Keri continued. "I want you to be in control of my cock intake, John. You decide when I get cock, mostly yours, of course. And, I can't wait to have it, by the way. But, I'm also going to entrust you with deciding if and when other men get to fuck me also. If so, you will allow me to partake, and also decide for yourself whether you are going to join in, just watch, or let me tell you about it." I listened, transfixed, amazed, yet rock hard. "I can't control myself, so I'm going to ask you to ration out my allotment and be my cock adviser, for lack of a better phrase. And, while you're pondering this, I have a pot sweetener for you, as it were. Like to hear it?" I again nodded in affirmation, wondering under what circumstances I would decline such an offer. I didn't foresee hell freezing over any time in the near future. Keri looked at me confidently. "You no doubt enjoyed the way I kissed you last week, correct?" My mind drifted back to last week's lip locks outside of the restaurant. "Keri, in all sincerity, you are the best kisser I have ever enjoyed. No one has ever kissed me with the passion and intensity, and , well, the talent that you did." Every word was gospel. She grinned in self-confident assurance. "Then, just imagine how I suck cock." My eyes met hers with equal confidence now. "Keri, this may shock you, but that thought had crossed my mind once or twice this week." She smiled even more brilliantly. "Splendid!" She clapped her hands together. "Then you shall enjoy my fee proposal, I believe. As my cock manager, you will be the recipient of my oral skills anytime and anyplace you so desire, strictly on your whim and command. I will suck you at your beck and call." I looked around for the magic genie, or the 'Punked' camera crew. "Anytime?" I stammered. She gave a gleeful thumbs-up sign. "Yep, anytime, guaranteed." I pressed my luck. "Anyplace?" She frowned in mock consternation. "What part of this aren't you understanding, mister? Well, within reason, of course. I mean, we don't need to get ourselves arrested or contributing to the corruption of minors or anything. But, yes, basically, any place. You see, I love the thrill of getting caught, and I love to be watched." She paused, teasing now, she had me, she was reeling in the hook. "Would you like people to watch me sucking your big cock, John? I felt it beneath your pants last week while I was laying on your lap, it was pounding into the back of my head. Yes, I noticed." She began to unbutton the top two buttons on her blouse, exposing the top of her bra. "Oh, and there's just one more thing, kind of a catch, if you will." I knew it, I knew it, it was definitely too good to be true. She peeled the blouse now off her shoulders, and stood in front of me displaying her lacy bra now, the nipples poking through in rapt attention. "Even though you will be the master of my cock domain, so to speak, and I will of course be your submissive in that regard, I will be your submissive in that regard ONLY." My gaze of confusion was interpreted accurately by Keri, yet she continued her master tease, completely in control now, while simultaneously offering to relinquish control to me at my direction. She reached behind her back to unsnap her bra straps, and it fell to the floor as she continued. Her B-cup breasts perfectly accentuated her taut, slender, athletic torso, large brown areolas, perhaps three inches in diameter with full, brown nipples staring at me, begging to be sucked. Not unlike my cock, at this point. "You see, John, I get off on playing both the sub AND the dom roles. Interchangeably, as it were. You will be my dom when it comes to my cock allowance, but at other times, especially in public when the mood strikes me, you will be my sub. Your cock will be available to me whenever I demand it, such will be the exclusive nature of our agreement." She waited a full fifteen seconds before speaking again, using the interlude to rub her breasts and pinch her nipples between her long fingers. By now, Chinese algebra was not harder than my dick. I decided to lighten the tension and rolled the dice with an attempt at humor. "Do I need to sign a release form or an insurance disclaimer or anything, Keri? This sounds like a potentially dangerous occupation." She stared at me unsmiling, ignoring my lame effort at frivolity. She unzipped her long skirt and stepped out of it, so that she now stood before me in only a pair of transparent beige panties and her knee-high boots. "Do you know the difference between my pussy and my cunt, John?" Now, normally, I love a good riddle, but I knew for certain that I did not currently hold the capacity to even garner a guess at this one, so I did the right thing and shook my head, staring at the growing wet patch beneath her taut stomach and between her long legs. She slid the panties down her legs and rubbed her fingers across her mons. "My pussy, John, is solely to look at. Other men may now only look at and crave for my pussy" She eased over to the couch and lay next to me, spreading her legs, exposing herself fully to me, raising her legs over my shoulders, her juices cascading already from her pussy and into her puckered light-brown anus. "My cunt, John, is now all yours. You own it now you control it, to suck and to fuck. Yours alone." Her calves tightened on my neck, pulling my head downward. "Now, suck my cunt, John, your cunt, eat me, fuck me with your tongue. Suck your slut's sweet cunt" I spent the next hour sucking and lapping on the tastiest, wettest, hottest, juiciest cunt that I could have ever imagined, heeding her insistent demands to continue, to suck harder, to lap longer, watching her explode in literally dozens of orgasms. My own cock pleaded silently to be released from its own prison beneath my jeans, but she made it clear that tonight was, again, not about me. I sensed correctly that my reward would be forthcoming, many times over. At the stroke of ten o'clock, my face still buried beneath the tasty waterfall that was her cunt, her phone again rang, signaling her daughter's pending arrival back home, and the cessation of our activities for this evening. Keri indicated that I had to hustle to get out before her daughter came to the door, and she quickly regrouped and put her own clothes back on. As I walked towards the door, her juices still caking my entire face, her smell permeating her entire apartment, Keri asked me a question. "So, John, you like short skirts, do you?" "On your particular frame, Keri, I would unequivocally say I would love to see you in the shortest, tightest skirt possible. And, since I just spent the last hour between them, I now consider myself rather an expert on the shape of your legs. So, do you have something in mind?" She pinned me against the door and gave me one of those mind-spinning kisses, the first time all night she had kissed me on the lips. "Mmmmm, I do taste SO fucking good, don't I?" She licked her lips, and then refocused on the question. "Why, yes, in fact, I do, John. My daughter has a sleep-over at her cousins' house next Saturday, so YOU are going to book us into a room at the Conshohocken Marriott for the night, and I will meet you at the bar at precisely seven p.m. in the sexiest miniskirt you have ever seen. And, as a bonus for your tremendous cunt-eating performance tonight, I will begin to live up to my end of the bargain and be your little cock slut for the entire night and into the morning. RSVP?" I nodded as she pushed me out the door, leaving me with this promise to cum. "You'll like me as your cock slut, John. You're a very lucky man. Don't jerk off this week, I want you cumming hard all over me next week." "All fucking night." To be continued... Ya Just Never Know Ch. 03 Continuation of this series, including Chapters 1 and 2...enjoy! I was in my plush barstool in the corner of the active Marriott hotel bar, nursing my second drink, while glancing anxiously at my watch. Seven-thirty-one. So much for Keri's arrival at precisely seven o'clock. However, I realized this was probably part of her plan, her mind game, and I was more than comfortable that the wait would be more than worth it. I was passing the time by making small talk with the affable bartender, Brian, who seemed to have a one-track mind, as the conversation was exclusively about women. As George Constanza said, "I say this with an unblemished record of staunch heterosexuality", but I had to admit, he was a handsome man. I guessed early fifties, salt and pepper hair, neatly trimmed mustache. It wouldn't be a shock to me if he'd spent more than one evening elevating up to a lovely female travelers's room after a night of serving her cocktails. As Brian washed the glasses, he stopped in mid-sentence and emitted a low, long whistle as he peered over my shoulder into mirror behind the bar. "Holy shit, look at this one coming in. Wow. Must be slutty librarian night." My wait was indeed more than worth it. Keri stopped at the entrance of the bar as her eyes made a panoramic scan of the room, seeking her date. Me. It was not the slightest exaggeration to say that heads turned and conversations halted and Keri soaked it all in. She was the source of the patron's attention now, and she knew it. Her eyes finally landed on mine and she smiled, walking towards me with an exaggerated sway of the hips. Her silky light brown hair was up in a tight bun and she wore a pair of oversized horn-rimmed glasses that served to accentuate her smoldering blue eyes. A travel bag was slung over the shoulder of a brown tweed blazer, buttoned tightly to the neck, Jacqueline Onassis-style, circa early 1960's. Her skirt, however, was anything but conservative, and without equivocation, lived up to her promise last week to wear "the sexiest miniskirt you have ever seen." It appeared to be couldn't have been more than ten inches in length, midnight black with a slit up the left side exposing even more thigh, with ruffles flaring up, not even attempting to cover up the tops of her sheer thigh high stockings. Absorbing the incredible vision as my cock simultaneously rose in admiration, I lowered my gaze to appreciate her five-inch leather stiletto heels which perfectly augmented her lean yet muscular calves. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Brian's surprise as it was now obvious that Keri had only one destination in this corner of the bar. As she slid into the stool next to mine, she took the back of my head in her hand and tilted it roughly back as she snaked her tongue erotically into mine. A glass crashed to the floor on the other end of the bar as I heard Brian whisper under his breath, "Hot damn." Keri held her kiss, lingering in a tongue dance for perhaps fifteen seconds, her manicured fingers grazing over my crotch. Before she released her body from mine, she nibbled on my ear and gave my swollen balls a squeeze, her hot breath on my neck, and whispered, "I was so fucking wet driving over here. Here, feel." She took my hand and guided it between her legs, radiating with heat, and noticeably absent of fabric, and stuck one of my fingers directly into her steamy cunt. Brian looked on from mere feet away, his Adams' apple bobbing up and down, resulting in involuntary, barely audible grunts. She kept my finger tight within her channel, hidden from the other patrons beneath the bar, but it wouldn't take much imagination to figure out what was happening. Her vaginal muscles pulsed and gripped my finger in an impossibly tight grip, fucking it with her practiced movements. I could feel slight spurts of liquid pulsate from within her walls, and she withdrew my digit suddenly, a small stream of hot pussy nectar lathering my finger, and she brought it to her mouth as she sighed lustily. Keri bent her head down and lapped my coated finger around her lips before tucking it deeply inside of her mouth and sucking hungrily as she would on a cock. I couldn't help but glance at Brian, whose grip on the shot glass he was washing tightened as if it would shatter the glass. "Fuck, red hot", he mumbled, as Keri acknowledged him for the first time, winking seductively at him as she released my finger from her mouth, a long string of saliva dangling from her mouth to my fingertip, and she sucked it in like a strand of spaghetti. Halfway down the bar, and elderly couple gazed at this astonishingly erotic public display with jaws essentially dropping to the bar. The woman had a look of undisguised disdain, but I noticed a subtle twinkle in the man's eye as he tried to dodge his wife's elbow to divert his attention from Keri's little introductory show. Keri licked her lips as she finally, reluctantly released my finger from her mouth, her mission accomplished if she was trying to make an unforgettable entrance. She leaned forward in her stool and once more rubbed my cock, begging for sweet release beneath my suit trousers. "Hi", she cooed. "Sorry I'm late, I wanted to make it up to you. How'd I do?", she asked in a mock pout. I took a deep breath, trying to stabilize my now arrhythmic heartbeat. "Um, not too bad. Not bad at all." She clapped her hands happily on my crotch. "Yay! So, what room do we have? I need your cock, enough small talk." For whatever reason, I wanted to regain some semblance of mind control over Keri. So far, I was failing miserably in my designated role as Keri's self-proclaimed 'cock manager'. Geez, I hadn't even fucked her yet myself. "Uh, uh, not so fast", I half-heartedly admonished. I turned on my stool to the now singularly attentive Brian, who appeared on the verge of drooling into his sink. "Proper introductions are necessary." I nodded towards the barkeep. "Brian, this is Keri. Keri, Brian." Keri leered admiringly at him and pursed her lips in a kissing motion. "Hi, handsome." Brian took Keri's hand and gave her upturned palm a light kiss. "Believe me when I tell you lovely lady, the pleasure is all mine." My kind raced as I made a decision to go through with my impulsive idea. I went for it before thinking better of it. "Hey, Brian, what time do you get off tonight?" I asked, finishing the last of my drink. Brian stepped back and scowled quizzically and pondered the inquiry before his countenance lightened. "I almost damn near got off right here and now, thanks to Keri." He smiled. "Why?" I dropped the bombshell. "Because Keri here has more holes than my one cock can fill, that's why." Keri realized where I was going with this plan and her face lit up in delighted surprise. She blushed despite herself, and we've already established what that indicates. Nonplussed, Brian looked intently at Keri, no doubt barely believing his good fortune. To his credit, though, he didn't stammer. "What time do you want me?" I flipped the key on the bar and with the other hand, lifted Keri up from the barstool, her skirt rising so high as to completely expose her pussy, the musky smell of her sex wafting through the air. "Room 1221. Be there at ten. I want to warm her up for a few hours, partner." We walked from the bar as Keri trailed behind me, the eyes of envious men and jealous women following our path. The elevator, thankfully, was located almost directly next to the bar entrance door. As we waited for the elevator, I brought Keri's hand down to my zipper and she took the cue, unleashing my cock as the door opened. Fortunately the elevator cab was vacant. I pushed "12" with one hand and with the other, just as the doors closed behind us, I rammed my cock into Keri's cunt for the first time, at long last, not caring who might be waiting to enter the elevator once we reached the twelfth floor. In fact, I was secretly hoping someone was there, I wanted spectators. Keri wailed as I pushed her roughly against the wall and fucked her so savagely her feet were lifted from the floor and she fell out of one of her heels. "No more cockteasing, you little fucking slut," I growled as she squealed in response to my words and the brutal pounding by my large cock, as the elevator reached its destination far too prematurely. The doors opened, and, alas, there was no one waiting. I pulled her from the cab by her hair, loosening the bun in one hard tug as her long hair cascaded into her face, covering her glasses which by some miracle of gravity were still on her face, and threw her against the corridor wall, acutely aware that the scene may be recorded by the hotel's surveillance camera, which excited me even more. I carried her down the hall, still fucking her wildly as her legs wrapped around my waist, gasping and moaning in ecstasy, already on the brink of a tsunami-like orgasm, until we reached room 1221. I fumbled for the room key, finally extracted it and tossed her onto the bed, face down, ass up. I leaned down and spit into her gaping asshole as her skirt rode up onto her back. "Tell me what you want, you fucking teasing little cock whore," I yelled, running my engorged cock head over her rim. I didn't wait for her reply nor consent. I pushed my cock into her puckered tunnel and felt her sphincter open immediately to greet me. She looked back over my shoulder, her face contorted in a combination of pleasure and pain, and grinned wickedly. "My ass," Keri grunted. "Take it, take all of my holes. Prepare me for Brian. Use me, give me that cock, hard, up my tight ass." So I did. To be continued. The night was young, and we haven't forgotten about our invited guest, due to arrive in a few short hours. And, there was another surprise. Seems that one of the attentive hotel security staff did witness our dalliance in the corridor, and decided to personally see if Keri would require some assistance with her predicament. Yes, she would.