0 comments/ 21419 views/ 2 favorites Julie's Reservation By: EngineerOfErotica The characters in this story are entirely fictional. Julie trudged through the front doors of the motel on this seventh and final day on the road carrying what seemed to her like a hundred pounds more baggage than she started with. She was glad that this was the last night in a motel and noted with relief that there was only one person ahead of her checking in. She let the heavy laptop case slide off her shoulder and leaned against the desk. She saw that the desk clerk was checking in a tall, rather good-looking man in his (late?) 40's. She had seen him look at her as she came in, then give his attention back to the desk clerk with no apparent attempt to hide the fact that he had "checked her out". The mousy little clerk looked up from coding the key card and handed it to the man in front of him. "Here you are, Mr. Gentry," he said. "Your room is on the second floor, just left of the elevators." The tall stranger stepped to the side to put his credit card back in his wallet and began to get his baggage together for the trek across the lobby to the elevators. She glanced at him as he stepped to the side and wondered to herself half-jokingly where this tall, handsome man had been all her life. He looked to be somewhere between 45 and 50 but it was difficult to tell because he had a rather youthful face topped by a well groomed head of graying hair. As she looked at him, he casually glanced back at her and smiled. She quickly looked away, a little embarrassed at being caught looking. "May I help you Ma'am," she heard someone say. She snapped her head around, realizing she had been paying more attention to the tall stranger than checking in, and found the desk clerk looking right at her with a stupid grin on his face. "Oh! I'm sorry, um, reservation for Haley," she said, a little flustered, as she dug in her purse for her credit card. She glanced back at the stranger, and looked quickly away again as she saw that he was still looking at her. She had caught his eyes working their way up her legs. That should have made her angry, but those eyes; and that smile... She put her attention back to the clerk searching for her name, and he seemed to be having a problem. "Are you sure you have a reservation?" he asked. "Yes, I'm sure. I made it myself. It has to be there. Keep looking." Her voice was tinged with frustration. She was weary from the road and wanted to go work out a little and then relax. The stranger hesitated now, resting his arm casually on the desk, awaiting the outcome of this situation. But he seemed to have more than a casual interest and she found herself wondering what he was waiting for. "Spell the name, please," said the clerk. "H-A-L-E-Y," she spelled slowly and with growing frustration showing in her voice. "Julie Haley," she repeated. "I'm sorry, but I don't see that name, and I'm afraid we're full tonight," the little clerk said apologetically. "You cannot be serious!" she blurted out, with heavy emphasis on the "not" part of that word. "Look, it's been a long day. I'm tired, and I'm in no mood for this. It has to be there. Look again." The clerk gave her a look that said 'it won't do any good,' but began searching again in the small, antiquated-looking cardboard box full of index cards. Just then, the good-looking stranger spoke up and said, "Perhaps I can help - my room has two beds and I'm only going to be using one - you're welcome to share with me." Julie looked toward him with a mixture of disbelief and disdain. The nerve of this guy! She was set to let him have it as she turned around - imagine the gall of this man! But she was surprised at herself that when she looked at his face, and her words caught in her throat. She ended up staring at him, her mouth slightly agape at his sheer audacity, her mind searching for the right words. There on the stranger's face was an odd combination of sincerity and mischief that she found almost irresistible. She realized that he was actually serious, but being very playful with her. No matter how hard she tried, it suddenly seemed impossible to get upset with this disarmingly charming man. She thought, 'I should rip this guy's head off', but something about that smile made her hesitate. She caught herself thinking, 'damn, what is it about this guy,' and then before her tired and surprised brain could formulate a clever response, she blurted out, "Um, thank you, but I'll pass on that. Maybe some other time." She said the words with a mixture of embarrassment and feigned indignation. She was struck with an odd combination of feelings that told her to slap this guy, and at the same time, take his offer, go to his room, and fuck him all night long. 'Get a hold of yourself, Julie', she said to herself. Then she found herself saying again, "No, really. But, uh, thank you just the same - I think." She was aware that her words sounded forced and she wanted to kick herself for not being able to come up with a better reply, and for being embarrassed and covering it so poorly. She thought, 'I'm 45 years old for chrissakes, I've heard crap like this before, what's going on - am I that tired?' Just then the stranger spoke again, "Ok, but I think it's a great solution to your problem. If you change your mind, let me know." He said the words with that almost irresistible smile on his lips. With that, he turned and walked out of the lobby toward the elevators. He never looked back at her. She watched him disappear around the corner and found herself wishing he would look back, even for just a second. Then with an audible sigh, she turned her attention back to the struggling desk clerk. She caught him looking at her again with a stupid-looking grin on his face. She scowled at him and he looked back down at the card box and began digging through it with increased urgency. An hour later, the tall stranger entered the motel's small workout room. As he did, he saw that the woman jogging slowly on the treadmill was the same one he had flirted with at the desk earlier. She looked a little smaller than she had at the front desk, when she had her business suit on. He was delighted to see that his quick assessment of her body at the front desk was accurate, however. She looked damn good for a woman of what he guessed was about 40 years of age. He spoke to her as he entered the room. "Well, hello there, Ms....um, Haley, isn't it?" he said. At the sound of her name, she turned her head and was startled and then a little flustered to see the man who had embarrassed her earlier at the desk. "I take it they found you a room after all?", he asked. "Um, yes," she said. "And it's Julie. It was just a mix-up with filing my name in that stupid little box they use. Someone had it stuck in there under 'J' instead of 'H'." "Well, I'm glad you were able to stick around," he said. "But I still think I had a great solution to your problem at the time." He smiled broadly at her without a hint of embarrassment. She just stared at him in continued disbelief at his boldness. He removed the towel from around his shoulders and climbed up onto the stepper machine and began to pump his legs up and down. She couldn't help but glance at him once in a while as she continued to jog on the treadmill. For his part, he did much more than glance at her. He watched her workout with interest, and had a great view of her. What he saw, he liked. His first impression of her was confirmed as he watched her jog on the treadmill. She was fairly short, just a couple of inches or so above five feet, with short blonde hair (natural? he wondered), nice legs, and small breasts. Her tanned skin was glistening from the workout. She was in good shape and even though he thought she probably was unhappy with herself as most people tend to be, at letting a few pounds creep in over the years, she had a very pretty face and was still very sexy. She also had a great ass which he watched as she jogged. She wasn't perfect, but then, neither was he, he thought as he continued to watch her body move. Her irritation with being watched so overtly grew as she jogged. When she finished, she stepped off and let him have it - good-looking, and desirable notwithstanding. She looked at him with all the resolve she could muster and said, "Look here, Mr. Whatever-Your-Name-Is, I don't appreciate being ogled. I'll thank you to mind your own business and not stare at me like a piece of meat." She looked at him as intently as she knew how, but realized from the look on his face that her somewhat insincere words didn't take. He either didn't care, or he knew somehow that she was not entirely sincere, which of course, she wasn't. She was kicking herself for what was really going on inside her: she was enjoying the hell out of the fact that this bold, handsome stranger couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. She was eating it up, but trying like hell not to give him the satisfaction. "It's Gentry - Alan Gentry," he said, smiling broadly and with that maddening self-assurance. "Well, Mr. Gentry, I'll thank you to keep your eyes in your head," she said. With that, she turned and left the room, wrapping a towel around her damp shoulders. As she walked away, she knew he was watching her. When she got back to her room, she stripped off her wet workout clothes and stepped into the shower. As the warm water washed over her, she began to regret treating her ogling stranger so badly, since she only half meant it, and she knew deep down that he saw through her little act anyway. But, he had not been a gentleman, she told herself. On the other hand, he sure looked good! "Damn, it's been a while," she said out loud. Plus, there is something very sexy about a self-assured man, she said to herself. She thought about her ex-husband and how he was the exact opposite. She didn't miss him at all - just regretted the 7 years 'lost'. The divorce seemed ages ago. Her thoughts turned to Matt, her old boyfriend, whom she had left a few weeks ago. How long has it been, she thought - 6 weeks, 8? She thought about how long it had been since she had had 'real' sex. 'Shit', she thought, 'this isn't getting me anywhere'. She soaped up her hands and washed her face, thinking about how sexually unsatisfying Matt had been - it was the reason she broke it off with him. He refused to go down on her as she loved. It had been two long years since a man had done that for her. Plus, Matt was totally unimaginative in bed. She loved oral sex, and no matter how much she begged for it - ached for it - he resisted. She wanted him to take charge, but he was too passive for that, or even preferred it when she took over. She liked that, but also needed to be dominated sometimes; to be treated like a whore sometimes, even though she hated that word. She also needed to be surprised sometimes, and spontaneous. But Matt would never do any of that. Neither would her ex, for that matter. As she thought about what she really wanted, her soap-covered hands found their way to her breasts, then to her nipples. The softened water of the motel made more suds than usual, and her skin felt almost oily slick. Her hands massaged and kneaded her breasts, her fingers pinching and twirling her nipples. As they got rock hard, she began to realize that her pussy was tingling and she was squeezing her legs together to put pressure on herself down there. She adjusted the shower head so the full force of the water was directed at her pussy. Her thoughts turned to the handsome stranger at the desk as she continued to squeeze and tease her nipples to their fullest hardness. With one hand on her nipple, she let the other roam down her belly, past her pubic hair, and onto her swelling pussy lips. Soap suds made them even slicker and more inviting. She groaned as her fingers pressed into her slippery cunt and rubbed her hardening clit. As the water poured over her, she moved her other hand down to her ass and moved her fingers between her slippery ass cheeks. As the fingers of one hand worked furiously in and out of her pussy, the other hand tickled her anus, and rubbed the softness between there and her dripping slit. Her fingers worked furiously on her now rigid clit, squeezing and manipulating it with the fingers of a practiced hand. She tensed and her orgasm washed over her, short in duration, but at least satisfying enough to give her a much-needed release. She rubbed her pussy lips and throbbing clit as her climax subsided. She finished her shower, dried off, and stopped briefly to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. She pressed her little belly inwards with the palm of her hand, dissatisfied with that part of her anatomy, but sighed with resignation and walked out of the bathroom knowing there was little she could do about it. Otherwise, she was very satisfied with the shape she was in for her age. She took care of herself, she wasn't fat, just had that little belly, and the rest of her more than made up for any notion she harbored about being unsatisfied with herself. She pulled a t-shirt over her head, toweled her hair dry, and plopped down on the bed in the small suite, propping the pillows up behind her head. She turned on the TV and soon found a movie that was fairly explicit, even for cable. As she watched a particularly erotic scene, her thoughts wandered to the handsome stranger again. She found herself rubbing her breasts, belly and pubic mound absent-mindedly as she lay there watching two lovers having slow, romantic sex. The longer she watched, the more aroused she got. Finally she got up, went to one of her bags, and retrieved the small vibrator she always carried with her. It was thin and compact, and it came in handy on her frequent road trips. She laid back down on the bed and began to use it on her breasts and nipples. Soon she could feel her pussy getting moist. She drew her knees up and rubbed the vibrator lightly against her hardening clit and swelling pussy lips. She moaned softly as she felt the slow tingling sensation of the tip of the vibrator as she slid it.... A knock on the door startled her. "What the hell," she said aloud, as she jumped up. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, laid the vibrator on the nightstand, pulled her t-shirt down her legs as far as it would go, and went to the door to look out of the peephole. Standing there was 'her' stranger! He was holding something, but she couldn't make out what it was. She thought, 'Oh shit, now what do I do?' She backed away from the door a little and felt a warmth wash over her. She stepped back to the door and peered through the peephole again. "Hello?" she heard him say, and he knocked again. She could see that damned smile through the peephole... She answered him through the door. "What do you want?" The emphasis was heavily on the "you". "How did you get my room number?" "That doesn't really matter, does it? I wanted to make up for being so un-gentlemanly earlier. May I come in?" he asked. Listening to her voice from the other side of the door, he was thinking about those green eyes and could still picture her ass in his mind as she jogged on the treadmill downstairs, her soft breasts swaying up and down. Julie stepped back from the door again. She thought, 'What do I do now? I don't know this guy. There's no way I should open this door.' But, on the other hand she thought, 'what can it hurt just to see what he wants? And besides, I really want something to happen - who am I trying to kid here?. So why am I playing games?' Without thinking about what she had on, she opened the door. "What the hell," she said to him. "Might as well." His eyes immediately went downwards to her legs, and then back up to her nipples, which were prominent and evident through the thin t-shirt material. She saw his eyes quickly take in her body and rather than being repulsed by it, she felt herself flush. She realized at that moment that the t-shirt she had on covered very little and she had no panties on, even though the long t-shirt did not reveal that. She half-ducked behind the partly open door like a little girl and felt instantly stupid for doing so - after all, he'd already seen just about everything she had to offer, and she was in her forties (although I don't look it, thank you very much, she thought), for god's sake - certainly not a little girl anymore. And, she HAD opened the door, after all. He looked directly into her eyes and extended his hands toward her. In them were two plastic tumblers and a bottle of champagne. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and no shoes. And that smile. That damned smile! He looked even better than before! His hair was still damp from his post-workout shower. 'Where the hell did he get champagne?', she thought. She saw the peace offering, that sexy self-assured look in his eyes, that gorgeous gray hair, which was darker now that it was a little wet, and decided to let her guard down. "Oh, come in, for pete's sake. Alan, right?" "Right. Champagne?" He smiled, held up the bottle, looked directly into those beautiful eyes of hers and walked confidently into her room. He put the two glasses down on the small coffee table and was already working on the foil at the top of the champagne bottle before she got the door shut. She lingered near the door as he opened the champagne. She looked down at herself, as if to assess just how much he could see of her with just the t-shirt on. Looking back up and shrugging her shoulders, she strolled back closer to him. He poured champagne into the two plastic glasses and handed her one. "To life on the road, and these 'wonderful' motels, and especially to sexy women," he said, and they clinked their glasses together as much as cheap plastic would allow. "Don't forget 'sexy men' in that toast", she said, and looked directly into his eyes as if to challenge him. He looked into her exotic green eyes and said, "So, Miss Haley, what do you do for a living, other than seduce vulnerable men and get them into your room for wild sex, that is?" His smile was a mile wide. She almost spit out her mouthful of champagne. "What! You presumptuous shit! How dare you!" she yelled. She glared at him and looked into that handsome face, and saw that mischievous smile. She said nothing more, and a look of 'ah shit, who am I trying to kid?' crossed her face. At that moment, they both knew that her transparent attempt at expressing indignation was not working at all. He put his glass down and so did she. She looked into his face and could only think one thing: 'fuck me before I go crazy, will ya?' His next statement both thrilled and frightened her a little bit. "Miss Haley, I'm going to lick you, suck you and fuck you silly. And we're going to keep doing it until we're too exhausted to continue. Now take that ridiculous shirt off." She could feel her nipples get even harder and her pussy tingle at his words. Without hesitation, she pulled the t-shirt over her head. He did the same. She reached out and ran her hands over his chest, then down his belly. He stood perfectly still. She unfastened his jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them down his muscular legs, sinking to her knees as she did. He wasn't wearing underwear, and she wasn't surprised in the least. The sight turned her on even more. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around his already growing cock and squeezed. He moaned and reached down, entwining her hair in his fingers, pulling her toward his growing erection. She opened her mouth eagerly, pulling the tip of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She expertly wrapped her tongue around it, playing with the tip, tasting the pre-cum already gathering there. He moaned again, pulling her head harder to him. "Oh yes. That's it. Suck it, baby," he breathed. He moaned as she began to expertly suck his rigid cock. As she sucked, she looked upwards at him, making sure he was watching her devour his manhood, then turned her full attention to his now rigid cock. She determined that it was about average size, somewhere around 7 inches long, but from the feel of it in her mouth, it was thicker than she was used to. He pushed again, and his cock slid farther into her mouth. She pulled back a little until she could get used to it a little more, but this was something she was proud to be good at, as both her previous partners loved the way she gave them head. She swallowed and sucked his cock loudly, moaning as she did so, sending vibrations up his shaft, making him pull her even harder toward him. She pushed him back and said "Uh-uh. I'm in control now. Stop that and let me do what I know how to do. Trust me - you won't regret letting me have my way with you right now." Julie's Reservation He nodded his approval. She took him in eagerly, swallowing what looked to him like an impossible amount of his cock. He put his head back and let out a deep groan. She lapped at his stiff cock greedily, sucking on the tip as she pulled back, then opening her throat for him as she thrust forward. She reached up and cupped his balls and squeezed them, her fingers working upwards into his ass, lightly rubbing his anal opening. He moaned at the touch, pushing into her mouth with increasing urgency, despite her warning. Each time she pulled back, she ran her tongue around the tip of this cock. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she was driving him close to the edge with her expert tongue and lips. She used her hand to squeeze his shaft as it came out of her mouth, using her fingers and her mouth like a perfect pussy. He grew ever harder, and she could feel the heat from his swollen cock as it moved in and out of her mouth and throat. The head was a deep purple, and she took great pleasure in letting her lips ride up and over the edge of it as it drew out of her mouth. She could feel him tense and she wrapped her long fingers around his rigid ass cheeks and buried his cock deep into her throat. She had no intention of letting him go any longer and took pride in making him cum so soon. "Aaaa-g-ghhhh, I'm cumming," he gasped, and pulled her head tight to him as his sperm pumped into her waiting throat. "Uhhnn-nnn," he groaned as she worked hard to swallow what felt like a huge load flowing down her throat. She pulled back and one last spurt of his jism hit her chin. She reached up and guided it back onto her lips. "Jesus,", he said as he watched her do it. She stood up and he wrapped his hands around the back of her head and pulled her to his lips. After a passionate kiss, he said, "That was incredible. You've obviously done that before," he said with a knowing grin. They shared another wet, passionate kiss, their hands exploring each others' bodies hungrily as they did. He moved both hands to her ass and squeezed them hard, half-lifting her off the floor as he did. She groaned into his mouth as the kiss lingered and his hands explored her back, her neck, and then found their way back down to her ass. "Lie back on the bed," he said as he guided her backwards the few steps to the king-sized bed. Julie laid down on the bed and scooted herself up toward the headboard, reaching behind her head and throwing the pillows onto the floor. He crawled up onto the bed with her, directly between her legs, which she spread wide to accommodate him. No tan lines were evident on her body and he found himself wondering how she found the time to visit a tanning salon. Her nipples were erect; her pussy lips swollen and glistening wet. He was on his knees, straddling her left leg. He slid his right knee forward, pushing his thigh firmly against her aching pussy. She groaned and pushed her cunt harder against his leg as he leaned forward to squeeze her tits. He fondled them gently, then circled each nipple with his thumb and forefinger, lightly squeezing them. "Harder" she breathed, "do it harder." "Ooh god, yessss, like that - yes." She arched her back and pressed her pussy against his leg, humping him - trying to bring her aching clit into harder contact with his leg. He leaned over farther and sucked a waiting nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard - pulling at the tender flesh with his teeth. Her nipple responded by growing even longer and harder. He rolled it with his tongue, sucking on it hard, while his hand squeezed and kneaded her tit. "Oh god, yes, suck it." "Suck it." "Bite it!" "Yeeesssssss." "Squeeze my tits! Ooohhhhhh ssshhhhiiitttt that feels gooooodd. Yes, yes, yes - just like that - Oooohhhhh." He was delighted at her vocal response and he reacted to her instructions with the enthusiasm he knew she wanted. He leaned over and rasped in her ear, "Julie likes her nipples sucked hard; does she like her sex on the rough side too?" Does she like to be fucked like a little slut?" She responded by pushing her tits harder into his face, her cunt harder against his leg, and using her hands on his back and head, pulled him harder toward her. She hissed at him through clenched teeth as she ground her moist pussy into his leg and pulled his head down farther to make him take even more of her tit into his mouth, "Yesssssss - suck my tits hard - suck my nipples!" "Suck my clit - eat my pussy! Oh God, yes, please - eat me - eat my pussy. Stick your tongue in my cunt! Please - I need it sooo much. Please." She was humping his leg furiously as she spoke, grinding her clit into him, pushing his head downwards away from her tits now and toward her waiting and swollen cunt. The urgency of her lovemaking and the language she was using was a slight surprise to him, as he had her pegged as being a little more conservative - a little desperate, but conservative nonetheless. The dirty talk got him even more excited than ever, as his hardening cock dripped precum onto her belly. She reached for his cock with one hand and squeezed it hard, rubbing her thumb across the tip, feeling the slickness there. "Please eat my pussy. Please. It's been so long. Eat me - Lick me! Shove your tongue in meee!" He watched her face as she screamed at him to eat her. Her lips were full and inviting and he leaned over and they devoured each other's tongues. As he leaned over, his leg pressed harder on her stiff clit. She moaned into his mouth. He straightened up to reposition himself to do as she was pleading for him to do, and as he moved his body downward, he glanced over at the bedside table and saw a small blue vibrator lying there. He reached over and quickly picked it up without her noticing and glided his tongue down her soft belly. She put her hands on each side of his head, burying her fingers in his hair, pushing him down toward her waiting cunt. She spread her legs apart as far as she could, bending her knees more to give him better access. He paused at her navel, licking into it, and kissing her belly. He could feel her pubic hair against his chin. She was moaning and begging for him to eat her. "Oh, god. Yes, yes. Eat my pussy. Put your tongue in me. Lick my clit. Please. I need it. Please." Her naturally blonde pubic hair was trimmed short and shaved to a narrow line for a bikini. He found himself wondering what she looked like in it, then said to himself 'what the hell are you doing? She's completely naked and exposed, inches from your face, you idiot, and you're wondering what she looks like in a bikini?' He cleared his head and focused on the truly beautiful pussy in front of his eyes. Her swollen lips protruded through the sparse hair as he took in the sight of her from just a few inches from her most intimate spot. She was moaning and pushing her pussy toward his face, pleading wordlessly for his touch. Her hands were squeezing her tits and pulling at her nipples. He laid the vibrator aside, being careful to conceal it from her but keeping it within easy reach. He then placed his hands on the inside of each of her thighs, squeezing the firm flesh and spreading her legs even wider apart. Her gorgeous pussy was now fully exposed to him and he could see that she was so wet, it was making the bed clothes wet under her. He moved forward and lightly nuzzled her pussy lips with his nose, breathing in her almost intoxicating aroma. "You have a beautiful pussy, Julie. I may enjoy this more than you." "Ohhhhhh," she moaned as his nose touched her pussy lips and his tongue just ever so lightly touched them. As he moved his nose upwards, he brushed her clit with it and at the same time used his tongue to lick the luscious juices off her pussy lips. "Ummmm", he said, as his tongue tasted her and traveled up her slit. She pushed herself forward, making his tongue contact her pussy even harder. When he reached her hard clit with his tongue, he pushed hard against it, then drew back and flicked at, hitting it lightly as he drew away. "Uunnnghh, oh god, yes. Don't stop that.....please, keep doing that..... ohhhhhhh, ggggaaawddd!" She dug her fingers into the sheets at her sides and balled them up in her hands. Her back arched, pushing her burning pussy toward his mouth. He licked her wet pussy lips again and again, sucking each one into his mouth. She was moaning and grinding her hips into his face. Finally, he dove in greedily, lapping at her pussy lips and clit with wild abandon. She reached up and grabbed his head, pulling him harder toward her aching and wanting cunt. Sucking at her clit, he positioned one finger at the lowest entry to her pussy, stroking the softness there. She bucked and pushed against him, begging him to put his finger inside her. Her juices were flowing from her sopping pussy. "Oh god, yes, keep doing that, ohhhhhhh. I'm gonna cum! Oh god, oh god. Suck me! Yessssss." He pushed two fingers deep into her and sucked hard on her stiff clit. She tensed and drove her pussy hard against his lips. Her body grew rigid and she screamed as her orgasm overtook her. "Uunnnngggghhhh, uh-uh-uh-uh," she cried as she grabbed his head with both hands and pushed him hard against her spasming cunt. "Oh my gooooddd, yes, yes, yes, finger fuck me, yes, just like that, oh god, don't stop - suck my clit - oh my god." She had two orgasms closely spaced together, and when he sucked harder on her clit and wrapped his two fingers that were buried deeply in her now dripping pussy, upwards under the front edge of her cunt, she tensed again and cried out with yet another. This orgasm kept going and going as he sucked on her clit and finger fucked her furiously. After what seemed like hours to her, she began to actually push his head away. "Oh god, stop, stop, stop - I can't take any more." He pulled his fingers free, licked her juices from them as she watched, and then gave her a kiss on her sodden pussy lips. "Oh my god that feels good," she moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair. He sucked on her lips some more, just to savor her taste. Then he straightened up and said, "Turn over - Give me that beautiful ass." She moaned and rolled over, quickly bringing her knees up under her, her legs wobbly from the multiple orgasms she had just enjoyed, pushing her glorious, round ass into the air in front of him. She was even more exposed to him now, her sodden pussy glistening, her ass wet from sweat and her own pussy juices. He squeezed her ass with both hands, kissing each cheek as he did so. He slid his hands under her and ran them past her pussy lips, lingering there, bringing his fingers up through the slick crack of her ass, lightly fingering her tight hole, gauging her reaction to his touching her there. She groaned and wiggled her ass. He grabbed the vibrator and placed it next to his leg, and positioned himself behind her. He placed his precum-dripping cock at the entrance to her swollen cunt. He pushed the tip of his cock into the red-hot entrance. When she felt him there, she rocked backwards, trying to push him in. He held back, stroking her pussy lips with the head of his tool - teasing her with it, brushing her clit with it. She moaned deeply. "Fuck me, you fucker! Fuck meeee! Do it! Shove your cock in my cunt! Fuck me now!" He leaned forward and hissed into her ear. "How bad do you want this big, hard cock, Julie? Tell me how badly you want it." "Put your cock in me now! I want to feel your hard dick inside me! Pump me full of your cum! Fuck me like a dog! Fuck meee! Do it now, fucker! Pleeeaaaaase!" Before she could get the last word all the way out, he shoved his aching cock deep into her as hard and fast as he could. The impact almost pushed her off her knees and she buried her face hard into the mattress. "Oooof! Ooooohhh yesssss! Give it to meeee!" He withdrew almost all the way and shoved his cock into her again. She had the sheets balled up in her fists and was rocking backwards with each of his thrusts. He was watching her incredible ass jiggling in front of him as he thrust into her again and again. As he withdrew, he grabbed the vibrator, turned it on high, positioned it at her tight little anus, and as he thrust forward, he pressed it against her tightest opening. She moaned and pushed hard backwards, a guttural sound coming from her throat. He held it tightly against her anal opening. Each time he pushed into her, he could feel the vibrations all the way to his balls. The vibrations and his ramming cock were driving Julie into yet another frenzy. She was moaning and rocking her hips as he pounded his cock like a pile driver into her oozing pussy. She pulled the sheet loose from the bed, balling it up hard, pushing part of the material into her mouth, muffling a scream. Her orgasm struck through her like lightning. Her body shook and her pussy clenched his cock. She couldn't believe she was having another one, and it caught him off-guard also, it came so quickly. The sensation of squeezing his cock like a vise, the vibrations from the vibrator, the tip of which was now slightly in her ass, and the fact that she was having another orgasm pushed him over the edge, and hard. He let go of the vibrator, which fell to the bed, and grabbed her waist with both hands as he drove his cock into her again and again. What felt like gallons of cum spewed from his cock deep inside her. Her pussy felt to her like it was on fire as orgasm after orgasm washed over her like a flood. Her moaning joined his as their strength began to give out. When he felt the last of his manhood stop flowing from his still hard cock, he withdrew from her, his cock glistening wet from their combined juices. She shuddered and collapsed onto her side and he fell behind her, spooning together with her beautiful ass pressed against his stomach and slowly softening cock. She was incredibly wet as his juices and hers flowed out of her. He reached around her and cupped one breast in his hand, his fingers gently twirling the still hard nipple. "Oh my god. That was incredible! I lost count of how many orgasms I had. God, that was great," she sighed as they laid there. It's been so long since I've had someone eat me like that - fuck me like that." I don't remember the last time I had a multiple, let alone multiple multiples." "You're an incredible partner," he said, and kissed her neck. They fell asleep spooning. A couple of hours later, he changed his position a little, and his movement woke her up. She freed herself from his embrace, turned herself around, and rolled him onto his back. As he woke up, he felt her swallow his growing cock. He moaned softly and reached for her legs, pulling her over him. She positioned herself over his eager mouth and pressed her still wet pussy into his face. His cock was now hard as a rock as she sucked him greedily. He buried his face in her pussy, lapping at her swelling pussy lips, occasionally flicking lightly at her clit. She rolled her tongue over the head of his dick, using her hand to pump him as she withdrew her mouth, licking the head like a lollipop, then plunging deep, forcing his entire cock into her hot, wet mouth. He fought for control, and he doubled his efforts on her pussy and clit. The aroma, feel and sight of her wet pussy was driving him crazy. He sucked each of her lips into his mouth, then drove his tongue deeply inside, licking her hard clit as he withdrew. As he sucked on her clit, using his tongue to lick her pussy. He worked one hand up to her ass and pushed one finger just a little into her anal opening. Her legs went rigid and her orgasm hit her. A combination of their juices from their sex earlier spilled out of her, covering his chin. He lapped them up, using his lips and tongue to catch it all. Her orgasm caused a long, low moan to escape her throat. His cock was buried deeply in her mouth. The vibration from her moaning, her expert tongue and knowing that he had just given her yet another orgasm pushed him over the edge and he shot his load deep into her throat. She swallowed as much of it as she could, but some of it came dribbling out. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and licked his cum off his still rigid cock like frosting. When she cleaned it all off his member, she licked the cum off her lips, rolled over onto her back, covered her eyes with her arm, and groaned., "Oh my god. Another of those would kill me. Thank you! Oh, fuuucck! Did I ever need this." He rolled over and kissed her deeply, squeezing one of her tits as he did, and said, "You're welcome, and thank you too. Do you stay here often?" And he flashed that smile.... she knew she would be back, whether it was for business or not.