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Room Service

By: ti2xgr



I am a married 45 year old businessman, and for the most part happily married. My wife is well built and likes to play. She is willing to give me head and take it up the ass or even let me play around with other fantasies on occasion. I am quite sure she would have had fun with this fantasy if she was there with me. 

I was on a business trip to Chicago when it happened. After finishing a set of steamy e-mails back and forth with my wife I had forgotten about the room service I had ordered. I was just settling in to a good rhythm stroking my cock and watching a slide show of my favorite pics of the misses (and a few others) when there was a knock on the door. Realizing my mistake I shouted at the door to wait a minute and threw on a robe. 

The robe barely hiding my hard on I answered the door and told the attendant to pt the food on the bar as I quickly stepped into the bedroom of the suite to throw on some skivvies. As I was pulling on my boxers when I heard a delightfully Russian accented voice, " you're a very lucky man for your wife to let you keep such pictures..." she stopped realizing she was staring at the slide show of my wife in several compromising positions As I stepped out she was staring at a picture of Mary rubbing my cum across her tits. I watched her in the rooms mirror and realized her hand was gently teasing her nipple as she watched. 

Quickly doing a bit of backwards reading of her name tag I said to her, "Ekaterina, it seems hardly fair that you should be enjoying my slide show without me." She blushed and started to turn away. Putting my arms on her shoulders I held her in place and whispered in her ear "it's alright I don't mind if you see my wife."

As I held her there watching the slide show I felt her breathing grow shallow "she is you wife, you are a very lucky man indeed." As I watched her in the mirror she slipped her free hand beneath her skirt the other now massaging her breast through her blouse. Slowly I slipped my hands down to her hips and pressed my cock up against her ass. 

Her breath came in gasps as she spoke "sir, no... I can't you are married I can't ..." The desire in her voice was clear. 

"You don't have to fuck me my dear, but if you are going to enjoy the pictures of my wife I should enjoy something in return, why don't we just open up this shirt." Her breath caught at a picture of my cock in Mary's mouth. As I whispered in her ear "you like that?"

She nodded as I groped her tits and continued to undress her. Without turning her gaze from the screen I sat down in the chair beside her my boxers around my ankles and pulled her down onto her knees. At a fearful look from her (mixed with a good deal of excitement) I assured her " you don't have to do much just give me a hand job as you frig yourself..." 

Licking her lips she sank down to her knees, her fingers pushing aside her panties and diving into her delightfully shaved snatch. "do you have lotion..?" 

I picked up a tube and she grabbed my dick. After I squirted a bit on the end of my dick she started to stroke it up and down. As she watched Marry I watched her rock her hips and plunge her fingers in and out of her pussy. Suddenly the slide show ended and Ekaterina looked me in the eye, her breathing was almost non-existent as she scooted closer to me on her knees, " you cum on my tits, like you did for her?" the pleading look in her face was too much for me and I began to shoot one of the biggest loads of my life. As the ropes of my hot come splattered across her tits I heard her moan and opened my eyes to see her biting her lips. I watched her come and it was one of the most erotic sights of my life. 

She scooped up my cum from her tits and licked it off her fingers as she got dressed, " mmmm I hope you order a bigger entrée tomorrow." And with that she left for the night.

Room Service



Lying asleep naked next to your warm body in this bed is comforting. I am holding you close and sleeping peacefully. My sleep is woken when I feel something. A grin spreads across my face as I feel your hand slowly stroking my semi-erect cock. I purr as you continue to glide your warm hand up and down my shaft. 

"Sorry to wake you, but I was feeling horny."

I reach over and kiss you, slipping a hand down over your stomach, brushing my fingers against your pussy lips, and feeling their moisture. 

"I can tell." 

I lie back, allowing you to continue to work my cock, enjoying the feeling. You lean in close and I can feel your hot breath on my ear as I pull you closer with the arm that is wrapped around your body. I can feel my cock almost completely hard when there is a knock at the door. 

"Room service!" 

Damn. 

"Can you come back later," I yell. 

"Sorry sir, but it's already 11 and I need to clean this room." 

"Now?" 

"Yes now!" 

I look over at you with a dismayed look in my eyes. I give you a quick kiss and stand up. "

To be continued later."

I grab my pajama bottoms and slip them on as you get up and put on your silky Asian style robe. I go over to the door and unlock it. The maid opens the door and steps in.

I instantly notice how young she is. She is only a few years older than us. She has shoulder length light brown hair and a somewhat shapely body. She comes into the room and sees you standing by the bed. 

"Oh! I'm sorry was I interrupting anything?" 

"No, no. Just clean the room," I say. 

She looks at you. Looks at you long and hard, up and down; her eyes drilling into your robe. You step over towards me. The maid leans over to me, 

"She is quite a looker." 

"I know." 

"Lucky you," she says with a smile. 

"You're not so bad yourself," I say before being able to stop myself. 

She pauses and looks at me. 

"Thank you." 

You scoff and come over to my side. You peer into my eyes with a mischievous look. 

"I think he likes you," you say. 

You put your hand over my crotch and begin to rub. 

“Look at how hard his dick is getting just staring at you." 

I am staring at the maid. Unconsciously I might add, but I can hardly look at you as you rub my hardening cock. The maid leans over to you ear, letting you feel her warm moist breath,

"And I bet it makes your pussy wet just feeling how hard he is.

“You squeeze my cock and purr. 

"Don't worry," she says, "It makes me wet too." 

She slides a hand down and begins to rub your thigh. 

"I bet," I say, trying to laugh off the matter. 

She takes your hand in hers and brings it over to her thigh, resting your hand there. 

"You're girlfriend can check if she wants." 

Before I have a chance to say or do anything, I notice her hand sliding up your thigh. You press your palm down and rub harder onto my cock as you stare at me, watching my reaction to her hand slipping underneath your robe. She must have dipped a finger into your pussy because a moan escapes your lips. 

"My, she is wet." 

She leans in close to you again.

"Check me now." 

I see your hand slipping up her skirt, slowly. I wonder if you will actually do it and before I have a chance to really roll this around my mind, I see her toss her head back as your fingers contact the damp material of her panties. You smile at me and tug my underwear down. My cock flies up and you grasp it. Stroking my cock you say to me,

"You are so hard just watching us see how wet we are. Imagining what is going on beneath our clothes." 

"Here's something for your imagination," the maid says as she begins to slowly insert her fingers into and out of your pussy. 

I hear you moan as she slowly strokes you. You begin to rub the damp material into her pussy. I reach my hand over and slip it underneath her skirt too. I find your hand and slide my fingers in between yours. For a moment, our hands rub her pussy. Then, I move your hand farther up, letting you work her clit while I rub her pussy. She begins to moan as we finger her through her saturated panties. I hear you moan faster and watch your robe slowly come undone. 

"My those are lovely," she says as your nipples come into view. 

"I bet you would like to suck them as much as I would," I say to her. 

She nods her head and I can see her speed up her fingers in your pussy.

"One of us is bound to fall over," I say. 

I nod my head towards the bed and everyone understands. You slip off your robe as I pull down my pajamas. The maid begins to take off her blouse, displaying a firm pair of breasts with hardened nipples on top. Looking at you, she seductively slides her skirt and panties down. Naked, we move to the bed. With you in the middle, the maid and I lean over you, each taking a breast into our mouths. We begin to suck your nipples. I lick the one in my mouth from top to bottom; letting my tongue glide over the sensitive head. The maid sucks hard on your nipple, pulling it into her mouth and licking the tip. She reaches her hand down and continues to finger your pussy using two fingers this time. Occasionally, she'll bring her finger up and rub your clit for several seconds before returning her finger to your dripping hole, pushing it in with long deep strokes. I reach over the maid and slip my finger inside her, mimicking her actions on your pussy. We hear you moan loudly and I can tell that you are probably close to cuming. When have you not been when there is a finger in your pussy and I am sure that the feeling of two mouths on those pert nipples is tantalizingly new and erotic. 

You can feel the maid moan against your nipple. She is now sucking it deep, letting it pop out, running her tongue over it, and then sucking it in again. A simple motion, all she can do as I finger her pussy. I watch as the maid's fingers in and out of you and mimic the motion on her. I watch your mouth become an O. I notice that her finger is buried in you and face up, meaning she is rubbing your G-spot. I lean in and kiss you, feeling your orgasm through your tongue. I suddenly feel the maid's pussy clench around my finger and begin to spasm, her own orgasm working itself through her body.

When both of you are done, I bring my finger to your mouth, letting you taste her juices. They are sweet, but not as sweet as yours. She collapses on top of you, letting her breasts rub against yours. I lean back and look at this erotic image; my softened dick slowly returning to a hardened state. You look over at me and see me slowly stroking my cock, as I look at you two. 

"Honey, you haven't had any," you say to me. 

"You're right," I say as I slip my finger into your pussy. 

I twist it around, collecting your juices, before bringing them to my mouth and tasting them. 

"Why don't you two 69 so you both get some?" the maid suggests. 

Not a bad proposal and in a few seconds we are doing just that. I watch your hovering pussy come down on my face and my tongue drives up into your hole. A second later, I feel your warm wet mouth come cascading down and over my cock. I feel your saliva drip over my cock as you engulf it. I feel you suck hard on to it, pulling it further down your throat. The maid leans parallel to us so she can watch you suck my cock. This gives me the opportunity to slip my fingers into her pussy. My tongue begins to move in a circle around your pussy, tasting it from all sides. I let my fingers mimic the motion inside of her. I move my mouth forward and begin to suck on your clit. I hear you moan around my cock. My fingers wrap around the maid's clit and I begin to stroke it. 

"Ooh!" she says. 

"Oh sweetie, suck that cock!" 

She turns and looks at me, "You like that don't you?" 

I reply by sucking hard on your clit and rubbing faster on hers.

"Hey sweetie," she says to you, "Do you know what your boyfriend is doing right now?" 

I hear a muffled, "Mmm-mmm" from your mouth around my cock. 

"He's fingering my clit. I bet he is sucking on yours right now, isn't he?" 

You nod your consent, sucking me down your throat. I begin to pick up the pace, feeling your pussy begin to tighten. 

"Do you like it when he sucks you like that?" she asks you. 

A faster nod this time, driving my hard cock back down your throat, again and again. 

"If his fingers are this good, I can only imagine what his tongue is doing to you." 

And that's it. I feel your mouth release my cock as your hand slides up and down the wet shaft. You rest your head against my thigh and begin to pant. I suck faster and harder on your clit, letting my tongue flick it with all its might. She reaches a hand over and begins to pet your hair. I hear her moan as I shove my fingers into her and rest my thumb on her clit, moving it in circles. She is gasping, but is still able to talk to you,

"Tell...me....what...he....is doing...to....you." 

You continue to pant for a few more seconds before attempting an answer. 

"His tongue.....my clit....." 

I suck you clit in deep and press my tongue down hard onto it, and then I use the tip of my tongue to move in circles on your clit, never losing contact. 

"Oh G-d!"

I hear you yell and then I feel your pussy juices run onto my face. I return my mouth to your pussy for an instant to scoop out some of those juices before returning to your clit. I click my tongue onto your clit, hitting it with the middle part of my tongue. Over and over again I strike at your hard little button, feeling it twitch. The hand on my cock stops moving as you begin to moan loudly, my face buried in your pussy. As your orgasm subsides, I slip my tongue back into your pussy to clean you out, lapping up your juices. The maid leans over and kisses you, slipping her tongue into your mouth. Even if you wanted to resist, you are too tired to stop her. You feel her warm tongue inside your dry mouth, touching your own tingling tongue. She breaks the kiss and returns to stroking your hair. 

"I bet that felt good." 

You smile and purr her a response. She wraps her hand around yours, the hand on my cock. "But sweetie, you didn't finish the job. Your man is still rock hard." I feel your hands begin to glide up and down my cock. I drop my head from your empty pussy and let you two stroke me, enjoying the feeling. I then shift, to try to get your body off of me so you can lie down. You roll over onto your side and I back up. The maid strokes your hair as you continue to pant a little. She lifts your hand off my cock, but hers returns. 

"Do you mind?" she asks you. 

I can see you are tired and still glowing. You merely nod your consent.

She turns to me. 

"Stand up against the wall," she commands. 

I do as she says and stand up on the bed, leaning back on the wall. She crawls over and sits next to me. She turns her head to the side and slides her mouth over my cock. It is an odd position and I am wondering why she is doing it this way. Then I realize it, so you can watch her suck me off. I enjoy the feeling of her tongue, but I continue to look at you. Watching your strength return as you sit up. After you sit up for a little while, staring at us, the maid reaches her hand down and spreads her pussy lips. 

"Honey, do you mind returning the favor?" I ask you. 

You realize that what I mean, I am asking you to eat her out while she sucks me. You reluctantly crawl over to her on all fours. 

"Hey!" 

You stop inches from her pussy and look up at me. I wink at you. You don't know what this means, but I do and I hope that is at least means, to you, that something is going to happen soon. She removes the hand from her pussy and puts it on my balls, rolling them around in her hand as she sucks me. I look down at you and watch you stick out your tentative tongue. As you near her, you smell her sex. The musky scent wanders up your nose and draws you closer. You slowly bring it to the bottom of her pussy and rest it their. You can taste her juices. They are pouring out of her. The taste is stronger than it was on my fingers. It doesn't taste bad, just unfamiliar. You slowly slide your tongue up her pussy, tasting her lips. A soft moan escapes her lips as I smile down at you. You look up at me and realize that this is all improv. As you lick her pussy, you decide to mimic things I've done to you. You let your tongue go further up and touch her clit. Her mouth tightens around my cock. You notice this and do it again. You begin to realize the power you have over this woman as you lick her pussy. You can cause her to inhale sharply by licking her clit and you repeat this step to test your theory. 

I can hear her moan against my cock as you begin to slide your tongue all over her clit. I am getting very hard watching you. I watch as you move back to her pussy and slowly push your tongue inside. But it seems like you are running out of ideas, so I decide it is time for my own plan to come to fruition. I remove my cock from her mouth. I lean over to you and whisper, "Just try to follow." I wander over behind you. I lean in and stick my tongue in your pussy, the same way you insert your own into her. I begin to circle my tongue inside your pussy. You begin to do the same to her, feeling her walls, tasting her juices. I take my tongue out and run it up and down your pussy lips. 

You do the same to her, feeling her swollen lips. You lick down to her clit and begin to suck on it, as I suck on yours. You begin to mimic all my actions. You lick her clit from side to side. Then up and down. You hear her moan louder as you do this. You then push your tongue down on her clit and swirl it around. Her hand drops onto your head and pulls you tighter into her pussy. You then get an idea of your own and, while still sucking on her clit, you put a finger inside her pussy. You feel her soft we folds easily give way and her spongy insides tighten around your finger. I follow suit and remove my mouth from your pussy and slide a finger into you. You reach up far into her, seeking the G-spot you know is there because you've felt me rub yours so many times. You find the hard spot inside and begin to push your finger against it. You can feel her thighs buck as you do this, enjoying the pleasure you are giving her. You slowly draw your finger out and rub it around her hole. I back off to watch what you are doing. 

I see you slip two fingers deep into her with a fast thrust as she sharply inhales. You then draw your fingers out and begin to rub around her hole again. I position myself behind you and begin to rub the head of my cock around your slit. You move your wet fingers to her clit, remove your mouth, and begin to flick her clit with your fingers. I rub my cockhead on your clit. I hear you moan into her. You move your hand back to her pussy and your mouth back to her clit. You feel my cock return to your slit, awaiting your motions. You push back against me, but I move, not allowing myself to enter you. You then shove your fingers inside of her as she gasps.

I return the favor by shoving my wet hard cock all the way inside of you. Now it is you who are gasping. I feel your walls tighten and contract around my cock, getting used to the sudden intruder. You regain composure and begin to finger her. I mimic you motions, but I am pushing you further into her as I thrust. I can hear your muffled moans around her clit as I thrust into you. Even though it is easier to finger her, this position doesn't warrant it very well, so you slip your fingers out of her. You return your mouth to her pussy, bending over more. 

I continue to plunge into you with long slow strokes, figuring your tongue can't thrust as fast as your fingers. Your tongue pushes into her juices wetness. Her juices begin to cover your face. You can feel her walls tighten around your tongue. You occasionally withdraw your tongue to lap up her overflowing juices. You move your hand up to her clit, knowing how much you enjoy this. As your tongue fucks her pussy, your fingers rub her clit. I help you out by increasing the power of my thrusts. Each one pushing your tongue deep into her pussy, pushing your face against her sex. I reach for your hand and bring it back to your own clit, having you work her clit with one hand and yours with another. 

The maid reaches underneath you and grabs a hold of your breasts, both to support you and so she can pull on your nipples. She pulls on your hard nipples. When she begins to twist them, you begin to twist her clit, letting her feel what she is doing to you. I can feel your pussy getting tighter and I know that hers must be tightening around your cock. You drop your hand from your clit to support yourself, continuing to rub hers, wanting her to get off. With numb hands, you two fingers against her clit and begin to rub it in fast circles. I push harder and faster into you, rubbing my cockhead against your cervix. 

The maid pulls your head against her as she begins to cum. Your tongue moves as fast as it can to lap up her juices and lick her pussy clean. All the while, you are still rubbing her clit. I begin to speed up my actions, pushing you deeper into her, making sure you lick her as deeply as possible. As her orgasm subsides, yours begins. She leans down to look at your face, twisted into an O and moaning loudly. She reaches a hand down and begins to rub your clit as I fuck you hard and fast. My cock begins to twitch inside your quaking pussy. As you begin to scream, the maid reaches up and quiets you by showing her tongue into your mouth. She feels your orgasm through your tongue as you kiss her passionately, lost in the moment. I feel your juices pour out of you as your pussy quakes around me. The sight of her and you kissing and your trembling pussy pushes me over the edge and I add my juices to yours. I hold you still for a second as I begin to shoot my hot cum deep inside of you. 

I then return to thrusting into you, letting your clenching pussy milk my cock. I watch as you two continue to kiss, my cum emptying into you. I imagine her tongue swirling around yours as my cum swirls inside your body. I collapse on top of you, spent. My tired body on top of your tired body causes us to fall down. The maid looks at us with a smile. She gives me a quick kiss and says, 

"That looked like fun. Maybe later it will be you and I." 

She then gets dressed as we sprawl out on the bed. She runs back over to you, sucks on each breast and then kisses you again, letting her tongue explore your panting mouth. 

"Thanks, that was terrific sweetie. My pussy never felt better than with your tongue in it." 

"You should try it with his," you say. 

She smiles and runs over to the door, gathering her stuff. 

"What about the room?" I ask. 

"I think you two will make plenty of use of it in the meantime." 

She begins to step out of the room. 

"Meantime?" I ask.

She sticks her head back in. 

"The meantime meaning the time before I come back for more." 

She smiles and is gone. I look over to you and chuckle. You curl up in my arms and we drift back towards sleep.



Room Service



The trip had been brutal. The new security restrictions required my presence at the airport a good three hours before departure. That was bad enough, but then we had to reroute to Atlanta and make an emergency landing when a drunken first class passenger started having chest pains. Once we landed, it took another hour for the Atlanta EMT's to board the plane and stabilize the guy enough to be taken to a local hospital. When we finally got airborne again, the stewardesses passed out extra bags of peanuts to make up for the delay. Thankfully, I didn't have a connecting flight; I had one less concern than many of my seatmates.

By the time I finally arrived, cramped and wrinkled at San Hosea, I was dog-tired. My employer had thoughtfully arranged for a limo to pick me up, and I was asleep almost as soon as I hit the back seat. I wasn't going to get much sleep though - the hotel was close by, and the ride lasted a mere twenty minutes. I cracked open an eyelid when the limo driver gently shook me awake. Slurring out my thanks for his service, I stumbled into the hotel lobby to the obvious amusement of the attending staff. I think I tipped the bellhop when I got to the room; I honestly don't remember. At any rate, I was finally able to close the door, and, fully clothed, fell into the bed for a good night's sleep before meeting with the clients the next day.

I don't know how long I slept before being awakened by a persistent knocking on the door. "Damn!" I thought, "Should have hung that 'Do not disturb' sign!" I opened the door to find a slim brunette standing in the hall. She was a stunningly attractive woman with long legs and perky breasts. She was wearing a thin, revealing sundress. It clung to her shoulders with the thinnest set of spaghetti straps I'd ever seen. "Room service!" She cooed.

"What?" I stammered. "I didn't order room service!" Ignoring me, she pushed into the room consulting a clipboard. I closed the door and followed her in, still groggy and bleary-eyed. "Didn't you hear me? I said I didn't order room service!" 

Smiling, she turned to face me, flashed the clipboard, and said "Sure you did! Says so right here!" As she spoke, she pushed me. Normally nothing would have happened; I'm a very large man - well over six feet tall, and well over three hundred pounds, but I was still groggy and off-balance from her audaciousness. I stumbled backwards and landed flat on my back, sprawled in the center of the room's single king-sized bed. 

Before I could react she climbed right up on top of me, straddling my chest with her thighs. I could have thrown her off, but I was too stunned to move; nothing even remotely similar had ever happened to me before. Without a word she bent forward and crushed her lips to mine; her tongue probed my lips insistently, then darted inside. We lay that way for long moments, our tongues engaging in a frenzied dance.

I began to gather my wits, and realized that I felt a distinct tingling in my groin. She had begun moving backwards, and was grinding her pelvis against mine as we kissed; that was certainly helping things along. I began to embrace her, but as I did she sat straight up, out of reach. She murmured "Not yet! We have to clean you up first!" Well, she had a point there; I'd showered before the trip, but after long hours cramped on a plane, I was far from presentable.

As quickly as she'd mounted me, she hopped off, and, grabbing my already loosened tie, coaxed me into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. The tie was off before I knew it, and my shirt followed suit a moment later. She paused briefly, running her hands through the hair on my chest. My shoes went next, followed by my socks. She gently pushed me back until I was again lying flat on the bed. As soon as I was down, she unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my fly. Seconds later my pants joined the crumpled heap of clothing by the side of the bed, and I was left wearing only a pair of jockey shorts. They clung tightly to my body, revealing the distinct shape of my now-rigid penis.

She stood back at that point, giving me the once-over. Apparently she liked what she saw; the tip of her tongue peeked out from between her lips, and she licked them in anticipation. She kicked off her shoes, and slowly, seductively pulled the sundress over her head. Now it was my turn to stare. She had trim, well-tanned legs, and wore no stockings. She also wore no bra; her breasts were perfectly shaped, gracefully sloping from the chest wall to a perfect point at the nipple, and then sweeping under in a delicious curve. It was all I could do to keep from leaping up and suckling her breasts then and there. She had been in control to this point though, and I wanted to see what else she might have planned.

She walked to the side of the bed and, taking my hand in hers, pulled me upright. We embraced for a moment, lost in another passionate kiss. Again she broke away, and led me to the bathroom. We each removed the last articles of clothing - my shorts and her panties. Smiling, she backed up, then turned and turned on the water in the tub. She adjusted the flow until the temperature and flow were to her liking, and then turned on the shower. She stepped into the tub, motioning me to join her.

For long moments neither of us moved, simply luxuriating in the warm, pulsing spray. Soon, though, we unwrapped the small bars of soap provided by the hotel, and began washing each other. We moved slowly, allowing our hands to linger wherever they pleased, each pleasuring the other with long, sensuous strokes. We kissed again, reveling in the heat of our building passion, our tongues roaming to our mutual satisfaction, our hands softly caressing the swells and hollows of each other's bodies; our hips began to sway in unison.

Yet again she broke away, and directed the showerhead towards me, rinsing the soap away. She paid particular attention to my throbbing member, making certain that no residue remained. Smiling she purred: "I've always felt that the man should cum first. Then he can spend more time concentrating on me afterwards! Don't you think so?" Before I could answer, she was on her knees, and my cock had vanished completely into her sucking mouth. I was not inclined to disagree. I sagged against the tiled wall enjoying her efforts. She had an excellent technique, and it wasn't long before I was moaning with pure lust. She swirled her tongue all around my sensitive cockhead, and, rocking back and forth on her haunches, she alternately exposed and consumed the entire length of my shaft, all the while tickling and fondling my balls, and slurping my leaking pre-cum. The end came suddenly; she grabbed my cheeks and pulled me forward, driving me deep into her mouth as I began to spasm. Wave after wave of sperm jetted into her mouth, swelling her cheeks obscenely. I held her head tightly in my hands and groaned my satisfaction. Slowly she withdrew my cock from her lips, taking care not to spill a drop of my seed.

Standing, she faced me, opened her mouth and showed me that it was completely full of my issue. Again her tongue flitted across her hips, and she sighed softly. She turned away then, and let the water from the shower spew full force into her open mouth. The water flushed the semen from her mouth, and it dribbled in rivulets over her breasts and down her stomach, disappearing in a trickle between her thighs. She giggled: "I suppose you'll have to wash me again now; I've made quite a mess!" Happily, I obliged. 

Standing behind her, I took up the soap, gently caressing her breasts as I cleansed, stroking and kneading them. I gently squeezed her sensitive nipples between my thumbs and fingers, slowly rolling them and teasing them until they were fully erect. She gasped and moaned in pleasure. My hands continued their downward travels, slowly teasing the flesh of her flat belly. She quivered as I stroked her belly and sides; her head tilted back to rest on my chest and she slowly rolled it back and forth as I continued. Her eyes were shut, and again her tongue flickered on her lips. One hand returned to stroke her breasts while the other worked its way to her pubic mound, soaping and cleansing her womanhood. Her breathing became more rapid and erratic as I slowly massaged the lips of her vagina. As I bent to kiss the nape of her neck, a low moaning sigh escaped her lips. "Stop now!" She whispered huskily. I began to protest, but she placed an index finger on my lips to silence me. She stood and quickly rinsed away the soapy sheen, then halted the water. "Now we can continue!" She said, her eyes twinkling as she spoke.

She led me back to the bed, and again managed to push me down so that I was once more lying on my back with my head propped up on two pillows. Once more she straddled me, teasing my lips and nose with her full bush as she rocked her pelvis to and fro in front of my face. I knew exactly what she wanted, and I was desperate to satisfy her desire. As she once again rocked near my mouth, I pulled her to me, kissing the lips of her womanhood with mine. She froze momentarily, savoring the touch. I began to oscillate my lips over hers, slowly spreading them, and flicking them with my tongue. A small gasp escaped her. I pulled her even closer, crushing her onto my face. My tongue began to ravage her slit, flicking in and out, scooping up large quantities of her juices. 

They trickled over my lips and down my cheeks. My nose pressed up against her clitoris, stimulating it intensely as I performed my other duties. I could barely breath, and what breaths I could take were heavily scented with the perfume of her womanhood. My tongue continued it's darting and rasping while she ground frantically. I moved my hands then, reaching up to find her breasts. My fingers stroked her skin, and twirled her nipples playfully as I continued my oral ministrations. Moving my head slightly, I suckled her now-engorged clit into my mouth, and then flailed it with the tip of my tongue. The combination of sensations drove her over the edge, and she shrieked her passion, her body rigid with orgasmic delight. As the waves of orgasm subsided, I pursed my lips and blew a steady stream of warm air over the tip of her clitoris, triggering a second wave of delight.

The strength drained from her then, and she toppled sideways onto the bed. Her breath came in ragged gasps as I nibbled her earlobe, and kissed the side of her neck. I kept kissing and licking her neck, slowly moving southward. I teased her nipples with my tongue, flicking and swirling them in my mouth. She moaned again and again as I pleasured her sensitive spots.

My cock was rigid again, and aching for another turn. Continuing with my kisses, I rolled over and mounted her. I pinned her legs back with my arms and thrust into her in one massive stroke. She was incredibly wet and silky, but still very tight. Her warm lips enveloped my shaft and cockhead completely. I paused briefly to enjoy the sensation, and then began the age-old rhythm of love.

I bent forward as I moved, alternately enclosing each breast and nipple in my mouth, suckling and licking as I continued. She regained some of her strength, and began to push back with me, grunting as she strained against my weight. I sped the rhythm, excited beyond belief that this vision of loveliness was impaled on my manhood. As we moved in tandem, she began squeezing me with her firm muscles, the walls of her vagina sucking at my cockhead as it flew in and out of her tunnel. I shifted a bit so that the length of my shaft stroked her clitoris on each stroke, all the while laving her nipples. She responded by arching her back slightly, giving me increased access to her body. Faster and faster we pistoned until suddenly the threshold was reached, and we each roared our delight.

I moved aside and collapsed, completely spent. She snuggled close to my quaking body, and drew the blankets up to her chin. We slept.

I awoke the next morning at the insistence of my alarm clock. I was alone, with only a residual ache in my loins proving that I had not dreamt it all. I quickly looked around the room. It was empty, as was the bathroom. Nothing appeared to be missing except the mystery woman. She had vanished without a trace, leaving behind not even a note of explanation. I never even knew her name.



Room Service



I checked in at the front desk of the hotel, and was getting my papers together to go to my room. I had driven four hours to Connecticut to attend a wedding the next day. The wedding wasn't mine, or a relatives, or even a friends, but a friend of mine was in the wedding party and asked me to join them, and I thought it would be a fun time. 

After checking in, I went around the hotel, measuring up the accommodations. It was a relatively cheap place, but pretty clean. Near the pool, I noticed a few of the maids standing around the deep end, seeming like they had just finished cleaning the area. 

Of the three women standing there, one in particular was very attractive. She had jet black hair, down to her back, which was in a ponytail, and beautiful big, brown eyes, that just perfectly set off her lush red lips. I know maid uniforms aren't supposed to be too attractive, but this one fit her perfectly, and had her looking exceptionally hot, with her perfect legs and ass, with no lines to be seen. 

I couldn't help but stare at such a beautiful creature, and even at the risk of being caught, I kept looking. She did look back at me, and must have known my reaction, when she gave me a wide grin, and a quick wink. I walked away, grinning to myself, imagining the possibilities. 

Finding my room easily, I was happy to find it clean. I knew I wouldn't see my friend till the morning, so I decided to go for a swim. I quickly stripped and put the trunks on, fantasizing about the maid at the pool. Thinking about this didn't help my state of mind, or body, especially when your about to go for a swim. So I quickly turned the TV on, and watch a few minutes of news to calm my excitement. 

After being in the pool a few minutes and getting used to the temperature, it was heaven. There was only one other, older gentleman in the pool, so I considered it all mine. I swam a couple laps, above and below water, before getting into a corner, and bracing my arms on either side, and treading water. As I kept looking around at the surrounding rooms and wondered what might be going on in them, I noticed one of the service doors was partially opened. Now, being a fool, when I was underwater, I had opened my eyes, exposing them to the chlorine, so I didn't have the best of vision, at the time, but I could've sworn I could see someone looking from the partial opening of the door. 

Trying not to be too obvious, I kept looking around, always coming back to the door. It took my eyes a while to adjust, but once they did, I knew it was my favorite maid looking in the direction of the pool. Now I could say she was staring at me, but there was the other, older guy there, so I figured I had a better chance than him to be the object of her attention. So, playing the odds, I stared right back and with a big grin, winked her way. It might have startled her a little bit, because the door seemed to close a little more, almost all the way. 

I was afraid I had played my hand too early and scared her off. So I finished my swim and went back to my room, to catch some TV and maybe a bite to eat. I looked at the hotel menu, and decide on a staple, cheeseburger. I figured it would be pretty hard to screw up that order. 

I turned on the local sports channel as I waited for the food to arrive. I laid in bed, wrapped in a towel, since I had taken off the swim trunks to let them dry. I heard a knock and went to get my order, after making sure the towel was secure around me. I opened the door, and to my surprise, my favorite maid was there with my order. This really caught me off guard, and I'm sure my embarrassment showed in my cheeks. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you would be delivering, I thought it would be a guy" I tried to stutter. She giggled, "Normally it would be, but when I heard there was an order for this room, I thought I'd personally deliver it," she exclaimed. "You thought I would be a guy, huh?" She looked down at my towel, and without realizing it, my excitement must have taken over, and certain body parts were responding. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, was just watching some of the adult channels," I said, trying to conceal my lie. "If you'd like, I can perform a turndown service for you now" she said, licking her lips as she said it. I smiled and before I could even reply, she grabbed hold of my shoulders and pushed me back into the room. Before I knew it, the door was closed and she was pushing me down onto the bed. 

I watched her in her tight uniform as she looked into my eyes and started to kneel before me, grabbing hold of my towel as she descended. When she was on her knees, she pulled the front flaps of the towel apart, and just like a jack in the box, my cock jumped to attention, right in front of her face. 

Without hesitation, and any words spoken, the bulbous head disappeared into her luscious red lips. My head flung, and eyes rolled back as I was being consumed by this luscious nymph. As I looked again, I could see her beautiful brown eyes, looking up to me, knowing what she was doing to me. Her cleavage heaved out of her uniform every time her lips reached the base of my cock. I could start to hear her slurping, which only made primal sounds come from my lips. She grabbed the base of my cock with her left hand, as her head began bobbing up and down faster and faster. 

I couldn't take much more of her oral and manual ministrations, and I grasped the bed sheets with both hands as I howled and came. My cum gushed from me, and as I looked down, I could see her throat undulate, taking in deep, my cum. As the last drop was sucked from my still hard cock, she withdrew her lips with a slight sucking sound, that also sent my head reeling. 

As I laid my head back for a moment, I could hear a little movement, followed by a zipper being unzipped. I thought for a second, knowing it couldn't have been from me, because I laid there, totally nude. Then I felt the soft touch of her skin, as her hands made there way up my thighs. I then felt something different, something softer, and as I peered down again, I saw this luscious vixen straddling my thighs with hers, and she was also nude. 

Her long flowing hair was now draped over her shoulders, and one of the most amazing pair of breasts I had ever seen, came towards my face. "Now sir, I don't normally ask for one, but, in this case, I think I am due for a tip". With that, I saw her breast start to disappear, as her torso, then stomach, then pussy lips came into direct view. 

Before I could yell "ride'm cowboy", she straddled my face, and my lips came in contact with her beautiful pussy. Looking up, my eyes were the only exposed feature on my face, as my mouth and nose were covered by her delicious pussy. 

Watching her smile, she began to rock back and forth, grinding her pussy lips into my mouth. I seemed as if my nose was hunting for her clit, as my tongue strained down and up into depth of her sweet pussy. She would caress the sides of her body, up to her hair, and let her long tresses flow through her fingers. Occasionally grabbing my hair, she would rub her flat tummy up to her breasts, then proceed to grab each one, and pinch the nipples while groaning. 

Her bucking against my tongue and nose became faster and faster, and I could tell she was close to her own orgasm. I tried to move my mouth and tongue side to side at that point, which only drove her wild. She took hold of my hair and pulled my face into her, as far as I think any man had been. Letting my head drop, she fell back, the small of her back landed right on my cock, making it feel nice and snug against her. 

After a few minutes seemed to pass, she slowly withdrew from me, letting out a long sigh, as she picked up her uniform and put it back on. "Thank you sir, you were very generous with your tip". "No, thank you, I don't think my tip has ever been appreciated that way, I'll be staying here for the rest of the weekend if you would like more of my tip" I shot back. "Well, I do get off at 7, maybe WE could get off by 7:30" 

Once again I felt my cock stir, as I watched her leave, with her tight uniform, a bow string, dangling right in the middle of her ass. I knew there was some reason I liked visiting friends. 



Room Service



"The most bizarre stream of occurrences have dogged my life ever since I was born in London after my mother's water broke in Wales. I never looked back. Following major bus, bike, ship and plane mishaps, being placed under armed guard by Russian soldiers, trapped in an elevator in Japan with the Indian Prime Minister, arrested in LA on suspicion of burglary in San Francisco, two days before I ever went there, things only got worse. En-route to Vancouver I ended up in Australia by mistake, got called-up for Vietnam, had two cars written-off within 20 minutes of each other, one by the Australian Prime Minister. Blown half-way across Park Lane by a terrorist bomb in London, accused (and charged) with rape by a 17 year old female student in payback for saying "no thanks......Hell, who else do you know has ever been booked for "dangerous stopping whilst giving way to ducks on a pedestrian crossing?" and "driving in roller skates?" 

Like I said......not your average life by a long shot. Still, to experience diversions such as this little tale, it was all worth it!

Now, it hasn't ALL been bad news. For some reason I have been blessed with an abundance of sexual opportunity all my life...from 8 upwards (hey, that's another story now I think of it) I figure God kinda had the inclination to balance things up somewhere down the line.

In the late eighties, early to mid nineties, I was the marketing manager of the Australian-based branch of a Canadian conglomerate. Part of my job spec, being closeted up in Sydney NSW, was a bi-monthly State Managers' meeting held in Melbourne. I always stayed in the same hotel – best remaining un-named I imagine. Suffice to say it is probably the city's premier stop-over for travellers on limitless and seriously abused company expense-accounts. Damn, I miss that mini-bar!

Well, after another day's explaining why we hadn't made budget and why we would NEVER make budget, until the company actually spent the advertising dollars asked for, I returned to the Hotel for a relaxing evening.

Come 7.30 ish, a knock at the door. Opening it, I was confronted by one enormous leather-clad dude who would have had no problems bench-pressing Hulk Hogan. 

"This room 484?" he grunted.

Turning to glance at those very numbers emblazoned across the top of my door, I replied "Lucky guess."

"Well, here she is," he continued, ushering this cutest of cute little babes from behind his back. She barely reached his six-pack and looked about 14. 

"Very nice," I said. "What's the catch? Compliments of the house?"

"Ordered and paid for," he continued. "I'll pick her up in the morning around 8 pm." With that he lumbered off towards the elevator. I had been waiting for him to say "Ah'll be buck."

Dragged her inside before anyone saw her standing outside my door and called Crime-Stoppers' paedophile division.

"Er, hello," I said....."There's an explanation for this I take it?"

She had on a full-length coat... I just hoped something was on UNDER it.

"The guy from room 484 here, called and made a booking," she answered. Very well spoken and altogether very very charming. You'd never have picked her for an escort......ninth grade cheerleader maybe.

"You paid for me," she added almost wistfully, "Don't you remember?" 

"Hmmm, well now you mention it," I said, figuring it wasn't my fault if they had problems with their answering service, "I MIGHT have..it's been a hell of a day you know. Just refresh my memory...what did it cost me?...for the night, I mean"

"Fifteen hundred," she replied, like that was a budget-priced evening.

"Look, I gotta be honest," I said, "I didn't call your agency, I can't shaft some poor schmuck out of his $1,500 dollar investment. You'd better call T2 back and sort this out."

The girl looked totally confused but pulled out her cell (one of the old "bricks") and rang back to base. I sat on the bed wondering what the hell was under that coat and wishing I wasn't so fucking honest.

After some animated discourse she put the phone down and sat in the chair near the TV. Don't ask me why, but I knew she'd be staying.

"The boss said the booking was made from this room in this hotel and as far as he's concerned, I stay here till the morning." She continued, "If the other guy got the wrong room number that's HIS bad luck. The boss doesn't give refunds."

I could see why he wouldn't, also the impracticality of the client calling the Police.

"You've been defrauded you say sir? Now HOW old was she again? I see, now perhaps if you'd just first step this way Sir, we have some handcuffs we'd like you to try on." 

Whatever, I liked that company's code of ethics, not to mention their sound business practises. Kind of neat too that the dummy who made the booking was most likely only a couple of doors away on my floor and was probably mooching up and down the hallway looking for a special delivery you sure as hell would never get from Fed-Ex.

"So how old are you sweetie?" I asked.

Her reply of "Eighteen," had me choking on my cracker and french-onion dip.

"Yeah, and I'm twenty six," I countered.

I looked at her closely. Thirteen may have been nearer the mark.....that is until she showed me her id. Drivers' license and her health card - you can't get either here till you're 17. I couldn't believe it, she looked a fair bit younger than my 15 year old daughter Jenna. From the license I had learned also that her name was Susie. I asked her if she would like to take her coat off, the climate control being on the warm side that night. She looked a little bothered but stood up to remove it.

"Look I can explain this," she said, standing there now in the shortest school outfit you ever saw. Immaculately pressed white blouse and tie, micro mini skirt, white socks and black shoes with sexy little straps. The whole enchilada.

"Let me guess," I said, "You dress to order?"

"Yes," she replied. "Because I look younger, they make me go to all the guys who call and want 14 or 15 year old girls.

"You must be a real busy girl then Susie," I said to her. "No one would question your age either would they?" She shook her pretty head. "And presumably, Mr Somewhere-out-there-in-the-hallway was expecting a 14 year old schoolgirl tonight?" She nodded.

My mind was racing ahead of itself thinking of all the things you could order beside a schoolgirl. Young Roman girl, trainee nurse, little daughter, bikini-clad teenager, cute 13 year-old in pigtails, teen-slut, Girl Guide, young salesgirl. My God, she could and probably HAD played them all.

I asked her if she would like a drink and she asked if she could have an iced brandy, lime and soda. Whoa! A girl with a discerning palate. Fortunately, I had the necessary ingredients and I made it on automatic whilst my mind was totally engrossed on all HER ingredients. I stacked up a JD and ice for myself. Sitting there on the bed, watching her sipping her drink in the chair had one outright benefit – I could see her white panties. You couldn't sit down in that skirt and NOT put them on display. I wasn't complaining.

"You really are very very pretty Susie," I volunteered, trying to justify my downward glances. 

"Thank you," she said, crossing her legs. Strike One!

"Would you like to watch TV?" I asked?

"You mean a porn channel?" she said..

"No Susie....not a porn channel," I replied, kicking myself mentally for such a golden opportunity lost, "Just a movie or something?"

"You're funny," she said. "Most men just want to undress me and do it. You're not gay are you....you don't look it?"

"No Susie, I'm very far from gay," I replied, my manhood under rare siege, "Desperate to get that hot little skirt off maybe, but not gay," I added.

We chatted for a while. She told me she had been doing this for a year almost. Still at school herself, her parents didn't know by virtue of the fact she had sleepover girlfriends to "cover" for her when she was "sleeping over" elsewhere. She had gotten the job apparently by responding to an obviously misrepresentative part-time job offer – she mentioned she was "saving for a car." Even allowing for the agency's probable 70-30 cut, I'd say they'd have been delivering that Ferrari any day.

I asked her if she had ever had problems with over-anxious or even straight-out kinky clients? She said no...that T2 or one of his minder-buddies was on hand 24/7.

Imagine Cameron Diaz when she was 15 and you pretty much have have the full picture, well, after you factor-in the uniform.

I asked her if she really HAD watched porn channels with clients. She said she did sometimes - so, feeling a tad naughty I had her come sit beside me and we fired one up. 

Let me say I am not personally a hot fan of video porn, it's about as sexy as washing-up usually. Synthetic blonde bimbos in completely sterile and unrealistic settings rutting away in so clinical a fashion, one could be forgiven for thinking this was a first year med-student's training film. Having said that however, what IS hot is watching a girl being fucked on-screen with a "14 year old" schoolgirl sitting beside you on the bed.

Observing the on-screen action, Susie lay face down beside me on the bed...her shoes off, with those cute little socks still on. She looked for all the world just a little girl watching television with her dad. How sexy was that bottom? I put my hand on it and just patted her there a couple of times. She turned around smiling.

"I love my bottom being rubbed." She whispered.

"What a coincidence," I told her, "I love rubbing hot little girls' bottoms too."

She wriggled and just got to her knees on all fours, presenting her little tushy in all its glory, especially In THAT skirt with pretty much half her panties exposed too. The action on screen was hotting up also. A second guy had walked in and the girl was in much the same position as Susie, only nude and with one cock already in her. I began fondling her bottom professionally. 

Susie was murmuring and quite obviously as aroused as me. Seeing her in so submissive a pose was doing wonders for my own anatomy and having been in the shower only moments before T2 knocked, I was just in a bath-robe. Couldn't have worked out better!

I reached under and lightly rubbed her breasts as they stretched out her little blouse admirably at that angle. She moaned as I discovered how beautifully designed she was. Adding to the illusion of an early teen, she had small wonderfully shaped breasts which I find totally appealing and supremely arousing to fondle. I knelt facing her side-on now. One hand rubbing her bottom, the other groping her. My erection had reached red-line fever.

"You can pull my panties down if you like?" she offered, still watching the girl on screen negotiating a second cock in a very naughty location. I got behind her and taking hold of her knickers, pulled them slowly down. Whether for effect or simply on auto-response, she gasped as I exposed her bottom. More shapely rear ends they don't make and at the angle she was, legs well apart, her delightfully shaped pussy was clearly exposed to my gaze. Trimmed but not shaved, she had heaps of little tight curls standing guard around the inner sanctum. Other things were fully exposed too.....but that aspect was getting an adequate coverage on the small screen, I didn't need dwell on it. 

Continuing to kiss both cheeks, she wiggled her bum in total pleasure, it was all I could do to maintain control. I turned my attention to her socks and slipping her right one off I noticed she even had exquisitely formed feet – cutest little toes. I removed the other one slowly and began to massage both feet as she knelt there. This brought her to another level of arousal and she begged me to kiss them.

"Wow, who's the kinky one here?" I was thinking. 

Never having had a foot fetish that I was aware of at least, after I kissed first one, then the other I was a convert. So delicately formed was she all over, I began kissing her ankles, lower legs and inner thighs. Indispersed with this extremely erotic behaviour on my part, I cast many a glance at the on-screen antics of the copulating threesome and I suddenly found myself wanting to see Susie raped on this very bed....ahead of both of us fucking her in the manner I'd just been watching. Can you blame me?

"Compliant?" yeah, that's a good word for Susie. She may only have been seventeen, but she was a certainly a girl at ease with her own sexuality. Lucky me! Having run the gamut of kissing her lower extremities, I had her sit cross legged on the bed legs apart, which only served I think to arouse both of us further. She then proceeded quite without any request on my part, to remove her tie and slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. You have no idea how erotic this was. 

It wasn't WHAT she was doing, even any overt sexual manner in which she did it. It was just HER and insane as it might sound now, for all the reality of the situation – her being a call-girl whichever way you look at it, I was falling in love with her and I wanted her more on that basis than anything else.

Sitting there just seconds later in simply her soft and frilly little white bra (schoolgirls don't wear bright red front-loading push-ups) she was the image of desire incarnate. I must have sat there for at least a minute just taking it in. She held my gaze and slowly, oh, so slowly, pulled both straps down her arms, revealing the soft and delicate curves of her small breasts. It was to be more than a decade before I saw anything as naturally beautiful again and readers of the aforementioned story will understand I think, my meaning here. 

Her breasts bore the hottest semi-erect and finely sculptured golden brown nipples and even at a few feet away, her beautiful slit glistened. I pulled her to me and kissed her and with that kiss I know I touched her emotionally. I lowered her to the bed, raised her arms above her head and drew down strongly on her right nipple. I felt her nerve endings complete that split-second journey from breast to pussy and as she moaned quietly I kissed her neck just beneath the hairline and gently rubbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her small hand separated the lower folds of my robe and I felt the coolest of little fingers take a hold of my erection. My turn to gasp!

For a while we just maintained that wonderful position, me kissing her breasts, her lips, her pretty ears, while she applied her own magic to my shaft. I could have allowed myself the luxury of orgasm, but this wasn't the time, not by a long shot.

"I love the way you kiss me," she whispered, as I looked down at her delicate shoulders, remarkably curvy waist, slim hips tapering to as perfect a little triangle of invitation as God has managed thus far. Foregoing the pleasure temporarily that her hand had been affording me, I spread her legs, positioned myself between them and kissed her just above that triangle. She momentarily shook and made a couple of little-girl noises....these however paled into insignificance compared to her reaction when I kissed her pussy. Wriggling, her hands automatically retracted to her vaginal area. Spreading her more, I caught a momentary flash of pinkish temptation. I licked her the entire length of her slit and she just shook and held on to me. Isolating the hood of her clitoris I continued to lick her with increasing pressure and depth until she just couldn't keep still and was moaning in extremis. 

Slobbering over a girl's pussy is one thing. Gentle and passionate devotion to your craft is another. My own enjoyment of this moment was inextricably tied to Susie's pleasure – the two things have always gone hand in hand. I felt her whole body cross the line from pleasure to urgency and I began to not only lick her in earnest but to nuzzle her and to hold her hand. More passes from hand to hand than you might realise, it is the sexual earthwire. She was gasping and right on the edge now, eyes closed and needing but one more lick to let go and be taken where she wanted to be led. I held off....but barely a moment, just long enough for her to gain that last impetus. I then licked her the length of her beautiful pussy and at the same time pushed two fingers deep inside her. 

She didn't scream as such, but she cried out as she was gripped by one almighty orgasm. She just clung to me as it washed over her. It washed over my fingers as well.....that girl knew how to come, let me tell you. As are most girls affected.....seconds after a really fulfilling orgasm, the pussy and nipples become so sensitive they can barely stand to be touched. If one is so inclined to be forceful, the fresh stimulus frequently prolongs the orgasm but it is often just to much of an emotional overload. That night I just lay beside her and held her. So intent had I been on getting her over the line, my own erection had subsided, not that this was any problem in the longer term you understand.

The glow a girl has after orgasm is a beautiful thing to witness. Seeing the effect of what you have wrought is most satisfying and I don't mean that in any condescending or boastful way. The nearest analogy I can think to make is that there is more pleasure I believe, in giving a present than receiving one.

Enough of the sermonising. Now lets get real....hot as all that WAS at that moment, that left me wanting to fuck her every which way loose. Her pleasure became my desperation. To her credit, Susie recovered pretty quickly and whether selflessly dedicated to getting me up there on the highway to happiness too, or she just plain wanted dessert, she got herself up on all fours center bed.....I didn't need an instruction manual.

Might have been a coincidental case of good timing, but just as I moved behind her hot little bum our friends on the small screen were now joined by a fourth and quite pretty girl. Watching them undress her, and the older girl beginning to fondle and suck her breasts was highly arousing having Susie there. I rather think it was giving her thermostat a work-out too. I heard her say "Gosh" as we both watched one of the men pushed her back against the bed-head and force his cock in her. With Susie's bottom clearly set to maximum elevation, I just pulled out my newly come-by erection and pushed hard into her. 

She let out a distinctly plaintive "Ohhhhh" which only made me hotter. The girl on screen might have been getting banged but Susie was getting fucked six ways from Sunday. Leaning into her I reached under and began rubbing her breasts – not that gently either – this was "Fast Times at Ridgemont High." She was breathing as heavily as me and simply a female "on heat" now. This was no time for a cultural learning curve, I simply had to fill that hot little pussy. Gripping her bottom, I remember asking her insanely if she liked me fucking her like that. 

Her reply of "fuck me harder" certainly had the desired effect. Just HAVING such a beautiful young girl in that position was heaven before you die and to hell with the porn flick, I don't think even she was watching it either. I followed her instruction to a "t" and was just pumping into her way out of control – just how she wanted it. There is that moment, just nano-seconds before the end, that you can feel the full submissive aspect of the female, her readiness to accept what you are about to give her and something else quite intangible. I'm not sure whether it is love, male domination, some procreative "completion" or just plain lust, but at that second of ejaculation and feeling your seed fill her, something that existed in pre-history comes to the surface momentarily. You clutch her to you and all that drives you is a blind desire to impregnate her. Then, like the memories of babyhood, it all recedes back to that secret place and you are left with the knowledge that you have simply completed that which you had to do.




Room Service



All I was thinking right then, was what just took place in that room, would have been a bargain at fifteen THOUSAND dollars. Another man might have just thought "great fuck," and rung down for a cold beer and a sandwich. 

Susie was expended and trembling. Her lovely dark brown hair was damp at the edges and beads of sweat had broken out on her hips and shoulders. My legs felt like they had just taken gold in the 100 metre hurdles at Athens. I held her close, kissed her lips and thanked her for what was an immeasurably fulfilling experience. I asked her if she would like to take a shower. She nodded and sliding off the coverlet walked, not all that steadily, to the bathroom. That in itself was a vision of arousal, believe me. 

I heard the water running seconds later and was counting the minutes till I could luxuriate myself beneath the recuperative cascade. Lost in happy contemplation of the previous half hour or so, I wasn't expecting a young female voice to call out "Would you like to come in with me?" I would have gotten in there somehow paralysed from the ear-lobes down. If there is one word best describes Susie naked inside that shower cubicle I think its "Yummy!" There is nothing sexier than a girl in wet hair. Unclothed additionally, not to mention being a schoolgirl is just icing on the cake and God I LOVE iced cakes! Somewhat shy at having less than a luxuriant thatch of dark hair left, not that I was bald by a long stretch of the imagination, merely receding a little on top. (these days the tide IS on the way out), it didn't seem to bother her at all. Mind you, I doubt Sean Connery has to bail-up decrepit old whores in the backstreets of So-Ho or Greenwich Village when he's feeling a tad uppity. 

I think the soles of her pretty feet were the only things I didn't get to soap-up. She loved having her breasts washed...almost as much as being pushed up against the glass and having them sucked. I soaped-up her cute little bottom multiple times and had her suck me stupid kneeling on the floor of the shower while I watched the water run down her face and breasts in fascinating rivulets. She was so lovely! 

Impossible to pass up the opportunity and I didn't. Holding her up beneath her bottom and was she light? I fucked her hard up against the tiles, kissing her on the lips and telling her how hot she was making me. If only because I was lower on fuel now, I came marginally less but that was compensated for by the orgasm itself...every bit as intense as the previous one. She experienced her third at the same moment. The night was already way ahead of taking out the top prize in WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONNAIRE. 

It was around 9pm at this stage. Emerging from the shower we both put on bath robes. I had her put her panties back on, just so's I could take them off again later that night....hopefully when she was asleep. I'm a wicked man! I called down for a nightcap and a few sandwiches. Some twenty minutes later, a knock at the door.

The tray was brought in by a shyish quite good-looking young guy. Susie's eyes betrayed her thinking. I leant across and whispered to her "Let's have some fun!" She was lying on her tummy on the bed, I was seated on the edge.

"Thanks," I said, "Could you just put it down there by the TV please." He glanced at Susie and walked over and handed me the chit to sign. I did so and passed it back....he was still looking across at Susie.

"Oh, by the way," I added, lowering my voice and indicating he should come closer, which he did. "Look, we have a bit of a sensitive situation here. My daughter feels like her period is going to start maybe tonight," I glanced across at her... "Do you guys keep any pads on hand for emergencies like this?" I've seen lottery winners look less stunned!

"Um, No sir," he replied, flushed a deepening shade of red. "Not that I know of anyway. There IS an all-night chemist not far from here though. Would you like me to get the address?"

"Well to be honest," I said to him. "I've just taken medication and I'm supposed not to walk about for an hour or so. Susie is only 14...I can hardly ask her to go can I? and anyway an under-age schoolgirl walking round a city alone late at night? I don't think so."

He looked trapped.

"Tell you what," I said, "If I give you an extra fifty, would you go and get something for her? I would be most grateful......and SO would Susie."

"Well," he stammered, "Look, I'm off-duty in an hour, what if I go then?" 

I handed over the money, plus the fifty. "No wings," I called out to him.

At around 10.45 a very soft knock at the door. It was Matt, champion of menstrual maidens in distress.

"I managed to get these," he said breathlessly, dropping a packet into my hand. I opened it.

"Tampons????" I feigned shock-horror. "She's never used Tampons. Only pads." He looked dismayed if not distraught.

"It's all they had!" he stammered.

I let him stew for a moment, then said, "Listen don't stand out there in the hallway, come in for a moment." He stepped into the room. Susie was reclining on the bed in her robe looking pretty as all hell.

I had him come over to the far table. "Look Matt, what's she going to do with these? I whispered to him. "She has no idea how to use them."

"But they're simple to put in," he replied. "My little sis uses them all the time."

I looked at him. "Does she now?" I said, "Then maybe you could show Susie?"

"WHAT?" he said, looking aghast. "You want me to show your daughter?"

"Well I can't can I?" I told him, "I'm her dad. Besides I have no idea what you do with the fucking things. You could take them with a hot glass of milk for all I know. "

He looked like he was on death row. "Are you serious? You want me to put it IN for her?"

"I trust you son," I said, "Just remember she's 14 and pretty small down there if you know what I mean. Let me just explain it all to her, hold on a sec"

Giving him no time to answer, I walked across to Susie and apologised for my restricted knowledge of feminine hygiene, adding that Matt was going to show her how to use one of these things properly."

Turning to Matt I said, "She's all yours son." I switched on a recent movie and sat down, my back to them. I heard him walk over to the bed. Some soft chatting and not a little giggling elapsed, then he was back at my chair.

"Er, your daughter has panties on."

I turned and looked up at him. "Yeah you find that a lot, girls DO tend to wear panties. What's the problem?"

"Well," he stuttered, "How do I show her just how to put one in with them on?"

"Well you have two choices by the sound of it son. Either you take them off or she takes them off.......does it really matter?"

"I ccc....couldn't do that," he stammered, the very image of rampant chivalry.

I got up, walked over to Susie, pulled her lower robe aside, grabbed her knickers by the waist-band and tugged them down to her ankles. "Problem solved," I said... "think you can get them off the rest of the way?"

The kid was looking at me like I was borderline committable. I knew though that the balance of his thought-processes had to be somewhere between the girl's feet and her navel. I had a pretty good idea where too! 

I sat back in the chair and continued with the movie. "Runaway Train" from memory.

A fresh crop of giggling made me turn round. Susie was lying propped up on her arms, her legs apart, while Matt, having unwrapped a tampon was actually trying to put it in her. I hit the remote, this was way better than the movie.

The lad was blushing insanely and must have been sporting a world-class erection as he fiddled with her pussy. It was doing incredibly good things for my own procreative equipment too, just on the side. I noticed also that he glanced more than once at her school stuff lying near her on the bed. One would have gotten you ten he was seeing himself do this to her with it on....I sure was! He kept saying to Susie "I'm sorry Miss, is that hurting?" More giggling by way of reply would suggest it wasn't.

"How's it going?" I asked.

He half-turned. "I...I....did it for her," he managed.

Glancing at Susie, just the sight of her lying there all schoolgirl innocent with that little string protruding from her pussy was just sooo damn hot.

"OK well, better take it out son, she hasn't started yet." I told him.

Gingerly he leant forward and pulled the string gently. Susie gasped and wriggled perceptibly as he withdrew the tampon. She leant forward and said something to him. He looked at me horrified.

"Now what's the problem?" I asked him.

"She said that felt nice...she wants me to do it again."

I was silent for a moment, then I replied.

"Look son, she's 14 now...almost fifteen. It's probably time she learned a thing or two about sex. Gonna happen sometime. You two want me to go down to the bar for a spell while you have a bit of fun together?

Susie said "Dad!!!!"

Matt just stared at me – temporarily unhinged I think. Torn I imagine, between company policy, common sense and raging lust, he just stood there open-mouthed.

OK I said...I'll leave you kids to it for a while.....have fun!" I walked out without a backward glance, taking the key with me.

The half an hour or so I spent in the allnight bar was the longest thirty minutes of my life. Had he literally jumped on her and fucked her senseless when I left, or had he turned into Jelly-man, quaking with fear of being caught with an underage girl? My guess was neither. I figured he must have wanted her bad ever since he saw her knickers down around her ankles but was essentially the mega-shy type - a door-opening, handkerchief-retrieving Mr Nice Guy. She probably raped HIM! Either way, I had to get back there...and quick! 

Quietly opening the door to my suite....I couldn't see them. But I could hear plenty. A girl's voice making hot little noises and the sound of some frenetic activity just the other side of the bed.

Whether they fell off the bed or had built a "nest" on the floor, Susie was lying face down on the coverlet, fully naked and legs way apart while Matt was kneeling behind her equally naked, and just fucking the hell out of her. Forget Mr Nice Guy! They hadn't even heard me come in.

It was all I could do to stave off an instant orgasm. I just stared as he obviously came big time in her. God knows what the score was at that stage.

"So, you seem to have gotten that Tampon thing sorted out OK?" I announced.

Matt spun around, covering his interesting bits with his hands. (not that I was interested I hasten to add!) Susie wriggled on to her back and half wrapped herself in the coverlet.

"OMG dad, I didn't hear you come back." She gasped breathlessly.

I tossed her the robe, Matt got his underpants back on. I patted the bed beside me and had Susie sit her cute little ass right down there. I looked at them both.

"I have to tell you guys," I couldn't avoid the grin, "That was one hot little session, found it a tad arousing myself." I leaned across and kissed Susie on the lips. I caught Matt's shocked expression.

"It's OK son," I reassured him, "Susie and I have had the odd naughty moment, nothing to worry about." He was about to speak.

"Don't look at me like that kid, just "naughty" not full-scale naughty, if you know what I mean?"

"You mean you t..touch her sometimes?" he asked incredulously.

"Sure," I said, "That's why I knew she was ready to go the whole nine yards as it were. Aren't you glad she was?"

"I guess," he answered.

""Well sweetie," I turned to Susie. "Was it fun, you feel OK?'

She blushed surprisingly, then looking incredibly cute she said, "It didn't hurt at all. Wish YOU'D do it to me dad!"

"Whoa!" I said. Then turning to Matt, "See what you've done? you've given her a taste for it now. S'pose I can't leave a young girl desperate for affection, even if she is my daughter."

I laid her back and pulled the robe aside. She moved to cover her beautiful breasts but I caught her arms, bent down and kissed her right on her nipple. I felt the tremor.

"What? You're going to have sex with your own daughter?" I heard Matt asking, his voice at breaking point.

"Well, why not son? You just did. I think its my turn!'

"But..but you're her father...surely you're not going to...." I cut him off.

"Listen, she WANTS me to – you just heard her say it." I had an authoritative edge in my voice. "Now why not make yourself useful and come up here and hold her arms for me – give her a bit of support as it were."

Stunned into silence he climbed on the bed, still in his underpants and still with a considerable erection I noticed.

Something about seeing her lying there on her back like that, with her arms held above her head, albeit lightly, struck a chord of major eroticism in me...soft rape almost. I knew Susie felt it too from her increased respiratory rate. Spreading her legs, I saw Matt staring like a madman....can you be surprised? Her firm breasts with her now very erect nipples were no more than a suck away for him.

I extricated my own erection and kneeling between her legs, pushed gently in to her. Her pussy was not only wet, but awash with cum...I watched it seep out of her as I pushed further in. Susie gasped, Matt's heartbeat became audible and I knew I would never be topping the events of this night again for quite a pretty decade.

Susie just gave herself over to it. Closing her eyes she just gasped as I pushed in really deeply and began to rub her pussy just above the entrance. Matt was staring at my cock inside her and I indicated to him her breasts. Still holding her arms, he leant forward and began sucking her right nipple. I began fondling her left one.

She was so consumed by what we were doing to her she just kept murmering and wriggling her hips in pleasure. I could not hold back and simply filled her once again. Matt was so taken up with her breasts he didn't even notice me cum.

An unspoken exchange of glances a short time later and Matt needed little prompting to take my place. Susie just opened her eyes dreamily, drew her knees up as I took hold of her arms and kissed her on the lips. I was still kissing her and tasting her sweetness when Matt began to seriously fuck her. Draping her legs over his shoulders (obviously no amateur – I had HIM pegged wrong) he upped the tempo and was just running on pure lust at that stage. Her small body was really being driven hard but Oh, how she loved it. When you hear a young girl begging out loud "fuck me , fuck me," you're definitely in top gear. 

He came hard. Just how much he actually had left to shoot up her might be in question but we weren't done yet.

We got her up on all fours, little beads of sweat forming on her breasts, her hair damp around the edges, and her bum at maximum elevation. She was hotwired. I lay beneath her and she lowered her pussy on to my erection, almost hissing with desire as I pushed up into her. Her nipples were incredibly erect and just inches from my face needing to be sucked. Matt got up close and personal behind her and I knew what kinda view he must have and what temptation Susie's second point of entry must be. I saw his hands up beneath her legs and doubtless about to make excellent use of all that cum and natural lubricant seeping out of her. She looked at me as he began quite obviously pushing his finger right up her ass. 

Far from being hesitant, she pushed back on to his finger. I kissed her hard. Matt was at ground zero while I watched her pretty face as she groaned – half with pleasure, half with discomfort. Obviously he was starting to get it in her. From what I had seen, his erection was not huge, nor his member especially thick, which would have been a mitigating factor in his being able to get in her as easily as he did.

Susie's eyes were glazing over with lust herself as Matt reached full penetration. We began to set up a rhythm of sorts, both obviously well able to feel the other cock in her. All Susie wanted was to be fucked and she was certainly vocal on that point. It was my hottest fantasy and actually happening. I could talk of having a deep affection for her, of wanting to please her etc, but the fact is I just wanted to see her fucked stupid by the both of us at that moment. This was animalistic, no more no less.  

Matt was holding her bum, rubbing it and her breasts alternately. Whichever breast he didn't have, I was pulling quite savagely. Susie was dripping with sweat, completely back in the jungle and making "Oh oh oh!" noises between begging us to fuck her harder. She built up to the biggest cum I would think of her young life and was still spasming when Matt began creaming her. Just the imminency of all this passion and sexual violence brought me to my own massive orgasm. How much I actually jetted in to her, I have no idea, nor does it matter.

Now this most certainly did bring an end to proceedings, it must have been getting on for midnight too. Hardly anyone spoke. I mean, what could you say? "Thanks? That was nice," doesn't quite cover it somehow. Matt got himself dressed and kinda exited without too much dialog. Bet he slept well when he got home.

Susie was just spreadeagled on the bed, breathing heavily but definitely not in conversational mode. Her pussy and bum must have been on red alert. I just covered her up and snuggled in with her. Set the alarm for 7am and lost consciousness. All the plans I'd had too for intermittent naughty stuff all night – it wasn't to be.

Come 7am, I don't think either of us had hardly moved. I felt twenty years younger, Susie looked like a young dishevelled girl that had been fucked all night but was otherwise pretty damn contented-looking. Took her in to the shower with me and we had the most fantastic little recovery period. Just soaped her up a few times and enjoyed the beauty of her young body. Kissed her from head to toe and washed her hair for her. That, and sitting on the bed drying it, while she sat there in just her knickers was, on reflection, hotter and more memorable for me in the upshot than anything that had gone before. I dressed her and wanted her then more than at any time previously. I didn't make love to her again but before T2 turned up right on time to collect her, she gave me her number. 

I saw her again the next four visits – I never paid her a dollar. Some months later I winged in to Melbourne, checked-in to room 484 and rang her number. An older lady answered. 

"Is Susie there?" I asked.

"Susie, I'm sorry no," came the quiet reply. "Are you a friend of hers?"

"Yes," I said truthfully, "A very good friend."

There was a brief pause.

"Well I'm her mother," the voice continued, " I'm really sorry, but Susie has gone Interstate. She took a job in South Australia recently, just after she got her new car.

I didn't even ask if it was a Ferrari.

(c) 2004 



Room Service



Dear Babydoll,

I told you I often fantasized about you while alone in the shower. This night was no different, but if anything, it was more intense.

We were, as my fantasies often are, in the motel room we plan to share. It had a large, old-fashioned tub, with only a shower curtain that ran across the front. Of all things, this time I imagined me washing your hair, as you soaked in a tub full of fragrant bubbles. I was naked before the tub, on my knees, tending to you.

You had your head back, your eyes closed, as I scooped handfuls of warm water and dropped it down the sides of your face, washing the soap from your hair. You were murmuring contentedly about how good it felt to be pampered, and I bent occasionally to kiss your hot, half-opened mouth. Our tongues played with each other's, our kisses getting more and more urgent.

Once your hair was rinsed thoroughly and your face dried with a soft towel, you had me stand next to the tub, so you could suck my cock. I could imagine your mouth on me, as I have so many times, your teasing tongue working me to new levels of excitement. Your hands ran up and down my legs, which I spread widely, and one hand cupped my balls as you began to suck me harder. I worked my hips back and forth, unable to stay still, and I held your head lightly in my hands, feeling your cheeks with my thumbs, as they went concave. I slid one hand down under your chin, turning you up to me slightly, so I could watch your eyes.

Finally I couldn't stand any more, and I pulled suddenly from your lips with a soft plop. "Time to rinse," I said, and pulled you to a standing position in the tub. I pulled the drain plug and whipped the curtain closed as I got into the tub with you. You watched me closely...waiting to see what I had in mind, and I smiled at you.

"What?" I teased, and then your hand closed around my cock again, and you pulled me to you. We kissed, long and hard. My hands went to your breasts as we did, and you gently stroked your hand up and down the length of my cock, getting me hotter and harder.

"What do you want?" I teased, and you tightened your grip on me.

"Mmmmmmm, maybe this..." you said coyly. I leant over and took one of your nipples in my mouth as you teased me, tasting the tang of the soap on your skin. Yes...time to rinse.

I turned on the water, turning from you, but you refused to release your teasing grip on me, fondling my balls from between my legs as I bent to get the water just the right temperature. "Ah, god," I moaned, as you slid your soapy finger up and down the crack of my ass. Then the water hit us from above, and you retreated to the back of the tub, laughing.

I pulled you back to me, and we wrestled to keep from slipping on the soapy bottom of the tub, but now the bathwater was gone, and the fresh water from the shower bathed us in it's warm aura. Good time for another long, hot kiss! This time your arms went around my waist, and my cock slid up along your hipbone as we held each other.

Many teasing kisses later, your foot was up on the side of the tub, and my cock was inside you, as I thrust upward, my hands holding your wrists captive behind your ass. You were panting hard, and fearing for your balance. I watched your face. "Oh, god...catch me," you begged, and I tightened my arms around your waist as I continued to stroke into you.

Suddenly the shower curtain rustled behind me, and I felt the rush of cool air as someone pulled it aside.

"Getting clean, are we?" a voice said, and your eyes opened suddenly, wide in surprise. You saw the man from the front desk over my shoulder, his eyes taking in the whole scene. To your surprise and mine, I continued to thrust in and out of you, uncaring now if he saw or not, intent only on my impending climax inside of you. I was so close...

"Honey...?" Your voice was full of concern, and it brought me back to reality for a moment. I pulled from you and turned to the man, who was stroking himself through his slacks.

"Just watch," I told him, and I returned to you, taking you by the hips and turning you away from me. I pushed lightly on your back, and you bent over to take the sides of the tub in your hands, and waited for me to enter you from behind. The man moved around to get a better view.

I slid easily into your wetness, and began to slowly stroke in and out. You were getting turned on by being watched, I could tell, and I nodded at the stranger. He pulled his cock from his pants and began to stroke it as you watched. This really inflamed your lust, and you began to beg me to fuck you harder.

"That's it, darlin'," you panted, as I upped my tempo. "Oh, god, yes! Like that!" You looked at the man again, and saw he was watching your face closely, and really stroking himself now. Your eyes locked onto his cock, which was about the size of mine, but somewhat thicker, and you licked your lips as you imagined it in your mouth.

All this was not lost on me, as I watched you from behind. I knew you wanted him, and that this would make you happy. I looked at the man, and he glanced at me nervously, unsure of what I wanted him to do now. I merely nodded, and he moved to the end of the tub, offering himself to you.

You turned to me questioningly, and I told you, "Go ahead, honey. He's here for you." He took your head then, and turned your face toward his cock. I smiled as I watched your mouth open for him, your tongue already hanging out. I knew the sensations you would be giving him. You swallowed him in one stroke.

As soon as you had your mouth around him, I pulled from you. Turning the water off, I reached for the towel, and began to dry you off, listening all the while to your purring around him, and to his groans of pleasure.

"George," I said to him. "On the bed." It was then that you knew that this had been prearranged, a special treat for your last night in town. His hand went to yours, and he helped you from the tub and led you to the bed.

I dried myself off, as I watched him shuck his slacks and under- wear. You watched him, too, anxious to get his cock back between your lips, as you crawled onto the bed. You lay on your back, looking first at me, but he walked around to the side of the bed, and you rolled over onto your side to accommodate him, facing away from me. As you took him inside you again and began to suck, I wondered if you even cared that I was there! The sounds of lust that emanated from the two of you filled the room as you sucked greedily on him, and he pumped slowly in and out of your hungry mouth.

I watched for as long as I could, slowly stroking my own cock, knowing what you were doing for him, until I could take no more. I climbed up behind you on the bed and began to fondle your breasts from behind. This stepped up your pleasure immediately, and I knew that as soon as I entered you, you would cum. I lifted your one leg with my own, and positioned my cock at your sweet entrance.

I could feel your heat, and your wetness. I teased your lips with the head of my cock as I lined myself up, and you began to moan loudly, wanting me. Then, with one smooth thrust, you were being filled at both ends! George felt the effect immediately. You began to suck him even harder as I stroked in and out of you, and your orgasm hit quickly.

We both held you tightly, neither moving, as you climaxed between us. It was so sexy to watch! Your body shook, your back arching, as you rode your pleasure up and over, and you groaned loudly. Then he and I began to move.

We alternated our thrusts, his tempo matching mine, as we again plumbed you deeply, and before long you were sucking him once more, hungrily, as my cock split your velvety lips. You came again, within minutes. This time, we continued our assault, even through your climax, each fucking you harder as our own excitement built.

Finally, George looked at me for approval, and I nodded at him. He began to fuck your face furiously, and soon he stiffened, his ass cheeks clenching as he emptied his load into your mouth. You moaned, swallowing rapidly, even as I pummeled you from behind, and by the time you had sucked him dry I was ready to unload.

I moaned, "Oh, god, honey!" and thrust into you even more rapidly, and soon I felt you tighten around me. I knew you would cum with me then, and I let go as your pussy clenched me tightly, sucking the sweet cream from deep in my balls. You screamed in pleasure as I flooded your insides, and I felt you spasm around me.

Our combined pleasure seemed never to end, and when we finally relaxed into each other's embrace, our friend had gone. I kissed you deeply, and you murmured your thanks into my mouth.

As last nights go, this would be a nice memory to take home with you! I hope you enjoyed it...



Room Service



The first thing you should know is that my English isn't that good. It's much better now, after a long arduous period of reading the same old "English for Dummies" book I found in one of the rooms inside a waste basket but, back then, I could barely make myself understood when I was forced to actually speak with the tourists and couldn't just nod my way through every situation. Anyway, the language barrier shouldn't keep me from telling you the story more or less the way it happened.

It wasn't the first time I had done something of the kind. The first was that fat German doctor who stayed in the hotel for some lecture about skin disease taking place in the smallest of our two conference rooms. He had asked for a late night snack and, being on duty that particular night, it was up to me to take it. I knocked on the door, balancing the tray perfectly in one hand (I was always excellent at that) and heard him say something in German. I knocked again. He said something in German again. It sounded like the same thing but louder. It didn't take long to work out that if I knocked a third time I would get more of the same so I decided to risk it and open the door. The worse thing that could happen was not getting a tip and, after all, I had his food. 

The first thing I thought of was putting down the tray on a table in the little foyer the room had and leaving, then taking the stairs instead of the elevator so I would have more time to erase that sight from my mind.

He was lying on his bed, stomach down and ass up. The ass was definitely up because I could see it clearly as soon as I entered the room. Two twin mountains of pale flabbiness so wide that they almost made the room look smaller (even if it wasn't one of our bigger rooms; conference people always get the cheaper deals). 

As I was making my strategic retreat out, he said something in German again. I turned back and saw him looking at me and waving one half pink, half white arm at me, beckoning me to come in. I did. He pointed at the door and said something else. I closed it. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. The way the pink and the white struggled in his arm was intriguing. No. "Struggled" is not the right word. I told you my English wasn't good enough. The pink and the white had struggled years ago but, after a long period of hostilities and hundreds of casualties, had signed a peace treaty and settled a border that satisfied both parts. It was placed two or three fingers above the elbow. 

The next moments were spent with me trying to figure out what the hell was going on and him continuing to speak (always in German) while, at the same time, taking his broad hands to his shoulders and squeezing the fat with his chubby fingers. Then he said the first word I could understand. Massage. That was it. He wanted a massage. And, apparently, he wanted me to give him one. 

I had heard stories about that sort of thing told by other people who worked there. Apparently it was common procedure for hotel staff in the region to give the customers some "extras." An "extra" was something not included in the pricelist. Though it still had a price, of course. And it wasn't at all cheap (at least for our standards; for them it was just some innocent fun at a very affordable price). This went on with both the male and female staff and in high class, luxury hotels as well as in the cheaper places (ours was mid-range). The only difference was that, the pricier the hotel, the more a client would have to pay for the "extras" even if the quality of the service was exactly the same. Usual hotel procedure. 

How the guests knew about it was beyond me. Apparently, the entire region had a reputation for being both a sunny beach paradise and a colossal brothel. The local tourism board knew this was how it worked, never encouraged it officially, of course, but didn't do anything to change things. It was good for business and nobody complained. They just failed to include it in their marketing campaign. A billboard saying "VISIT US! SUNNY BEACHES AND THE BEST EROTIC BACKRUBS MONEY CAN BUY!" placed strategically on the side of German, Dutch or British roads would destroy all the ambiance of sophistication everybody liked to pretend we had. 

That's exactly how I like to remember it. An erotic backrub. I will spare you the details because I don't like to remember it and to tell you this I have remembered enough. Let's just say that I did what he expected, he never got off his stomach, I kept massaging his disgusting greasy back and that colossal ass while he reached one hand under him and moaned and groaned for some very short minutes, he let his face sink into the pillow and pointed to some bills rolled up in an ashtray. I had done good, apparently.

This, as I told you before, was the first time. There were lots of others after this one. Luckily for me, it was also the first and last male guest I had to provide "extras" to. I am not sure I would be able to go any further in that department and I was positive I didn't feel like repeating the experience. 

So when that old American woman in room 16-A (one of the best and most expensive rooms we had) asked for a Caesar's Salad twenty minutes after she had gone up from the dining room I knew what to expect. And the fact that she was wearing the hotel's bathrobe and sitting on her bed looking at me with a wicked, depraved expression didn't surprise me at all. I placed the salad next to the flat screen TV (she never even touched it and I doubt she did when I left) and went straight to business. I was experienced enough in "extras" to know exactly what to do. I stood in front of her and asked in my poor English: "What else please?" She wet her lips and got her hand over my cock and balls, checking them for size. Apparently she was pleased because a huge smile appeared on her face as she untied the knot that kept the robe in place and presented me with a pair of tits that, for her age, weren't bad at all. 

Even if I keep mentioning her age, don't think that she was some old wreck. She wasn't. She was probably in her late forties, didn't have what I would call an attractive face and didn't look like she ever did but she wasn't a scare. The thing is I was a lot younger at the time and so she almost seemed like something dug up from an excavation site to my eyes fresh out of adolescence. With time, I stopped thinking like that.

The woman got up, keeping the bathrobe open as it was, and went to the door, locking it. She then got back to where I was standing and started to remove my clothes. First she undid my belt and unbuttoned the pants, letting them drop to the ankles. Then it was time to take care of the shirt buttons, which she did with considerable skill. The shoes and socks next. Off with what was left of the pants and shirt and then she kneeled in front of me, looked up, smiled eagerly, and pulled my shorts down all the way. My cock jumped up like a switchblade knife and, if she hadn't moved her head slightly back, it could have taken one of her eyes out. At least, that's how I like to remember it. Like I said, I wasn't overly amazed by the quality of her merchandise but, being young and quite fit, I could squeeze an impressive erection out of anything, at any time and with virtually no stimulation. That is also gone. Unfortunately. 

Her hand grabbed my cock and she rubbed it up and down a couple of times very slowly. Then she took it all the way down to my balls, squeezing the cock hard like she was trying to peel it. It started to hurt and I placed my hand over hers to relieve the pressure. She smiled again. More wickedly than before. Maybe she was into pain and that kind of stuff. I wasn't. 

Back on her feet, she went around the bed and sat down on a small couch next to the window, pointing a finger with a long nail in the direction of the bed and saying something I didn't get but could guess. She sat down on the couch and I laid down on the bed. Her legs went on the arm supports of the couch and I was able to see her cunt wide open and realise at the same time she wasn't a real blonde. She started to caress the few scattered hairs she had down there and nodded in my direction, giving me that wicked smile once more. I grabbed my cock and started rubbing it, synchronized with her own movements. Her hand was now below the small patch of hair and was rubbing the two middle fingers in her right hand slightly over the clit with a circular motion. 

"Close your eyes," she said and I did as I was told. I didn't want to give a bad name to the region in what concerned hotel customer care.

"Now think about me," she added. 

There was really no point in thinking about her if she was standing right there next to me. So I thought about the young American girl in room 25-C and continued wanking, feeling how unfair it was that the young, beautiful ones never asked for extras.

"Good boy," I heard her saying, "you're a very good boy. I want to see you come. Come for me." 

I did my best to please her and soon I was almost coming and decided to let her know that by throwing my head back and opening my mouth. I would come for the girl in room 25-C but there was no way she could know that and what she didn't know couldn't hurt her. 

When I felt the orgasm coming, I heard her move. Peeking through my eyelids I saw her putting a knee on the bed and leaning over me. I closed my eyes again because she hadn't told me to open them. Her hand cupped my balls and I stroked my cock faster and faster. The glans was surrounded by her warm, moist lips and I let myself go, coming into her mouth. Once the show was over, she took over my cock, and kept stroking and sucking on it until it started to get limp. My eyes were open but I think she didn't care anymore. 

Satisfied, she wiped the corners of her mouth, smiled again and again said: 

"You are a very good boy." 

I got up and started to pick up my clothes while she opened a drawer. When I was picking up my shirt she slipped a pleasant bunch of bills into the breast pocket and gave me a little wave on her way to the bathroom. I got dressed and left. 

It wasn't long after that before my services were required again. This time it wasn't a Caesar's Salad but a cheese omelet. Not that I cared what the pretext was. The tip had been so generous that I was more than happy to be of service again. 

I went right in. Didn't even bothered to knock because I thought she'd be expecting me. And she was expecting me all right. Her back turned to the door, leaned over the bed with legs spread. Her ass (I hadn't seen it before) was a lot more impressive than the German doctor's to say the least. She looked over her shoulder and gave me that smile. It was always the same smile. 

"Lock the door."

I did and approached her. The cheese omelet was placed somewhere. I don't remember where. It was long ago and I think I remember a lot of details as it is. You won't hold it against me if I forgot this one. Instead I can tell you I was naked, feeling her ass cheeks with my two hands and expecting her to look back. She never did. I let my left index finger go down from her lower back, going though the space between her cheeks, feeling her ass hole twitch as I passed over it and letting it rest in her cunt which was already wet at the time. The way it felt and the way it smelled, I suspect she had been playing with herself before and called me just to finish it. 

At this point I must admit I was rather confused and couldn't tell exactly what she wanted me to do.

"Ass?" I asked.

"No honey," she giggled, always facing the other way. "Pussy."

I stroked myself just enough to get hard (I should say in my defence that few minutes before I had been busy giving the same treatment to another guest, a Swedish woman with terrible hair, while her husband was too busy downstairs in a meeting with some whisky bottles). 

In it went. She moaned slightly. I squeezed her cheeks and started to give it to her. In and out it went like my life depended on it. It didn't. But getting a good tip did. It was almost as important as the time.

"Faster," she said.

I fucked her faster. Her moaning grew stronger and faster as well. 

"Faster," she said again.

Apparently she liked velocity. I gave it to her the best I could. Of course, at that rate, I wouldn't be able to make it last long, but if this was what she wanted this was what she was going to get. 

With no surprises I came inside her. I pulled out and she told me to sit on the bed. I did. She picked up her phone from the table, dialed and said: "Ok." Then she hung up. I had no idea what that was about. She put down the phone, stood in front of me between my legs and kissed me. 

Shortly after, someone knocked on the door. I got up and looked for my clothes but she pushed me down and, naked as she was, as we both were, she opened the door. I almost died of shock. 

The girl from room 25-C got in, looked at me, measured me from head to toe, gave me a smile and a "hmmm" and immediately started to take her clothes off. The older woman sat on my lap and told the other one I was a "very good boy." 

The girl didn't reply. It didn't seem fair. I had been having fantasies over this girl for days and now that I would have a chance to fulfill them my cock had already been busy three times that day. Not fair at all. I only hoped the gods of erection would be favourable. 

The old woman got up from my lap and pushed me down, back against the mattress, holding my shoulders in place. Miss 25-C was now naked, shaved cunt, small perky tits, wide hips and a face that would make a brick turn around and go "Wow!" She spread my legs apart and got on her knees between then, going right away for my cock.

"It still has cum in it," she said. 

"I left some for you," the other one replied. And the kind offer was taken. She started to suck me. I closed my eyes and focused, feeling my cock grow and harden inside her avid mouth. 

All this time, the older woman was either holding my shoulders down and kissing me or reaching over me towards the girl and rubbing a pair of generous, soft breasts on my face. I occasionally gave her a nibble on a nipple when I could reach them. She seemed indifferent to that. 

She wasn't as indifferent to what followed. The girl kept sucking me and the woman reaching over me towards her. Soon the girl stopped sucking and they were both kissing and fondling me in turns. At least that's what I think they did. I couldn't really see with the woman's ass all over my face and blocking my vision. She offered her cunt to me now wetter than ever. I accepted and started licking it. But that didn't last. Shortly after I wasn't licking her anymore. She was rubbing her cunt against my tongue. I could only leave my tongue out and let her have her way, starting to lose whatever control I had over the situation. They got tired of that and together dragged me further up the bed. I was being talked about, I could feel that, but didn't understand most of it. It wasn't really that important. 

The girl from room 25-C was riding me, letting out long moans. The older woman was going from the girl's tits to licking my balls and her cunt. Then they switched. The older woman riding me with her back turned and the girl with legs spread over my face, holding on to the bed and seeming determined to wash my entire head in her moisture. 

This went on for quite a while. The erection gods seemed favourable after all. Or maybe it was their diligent efforts to keep me up all that time. They kept switching positions. I was just being dragged along. One moment I was over one, then I was fucking the one from the side, holding one of her legs in the air while the other element in this human sandwich took care of the front. Back, front, side, side, front, back, front. We were all moaning and shouting obscenities like we were alone in the hotel. That occasion did more for my knowledge of English than any intensive course. Too bad I couldn't use all the nice words and expressions I learned from them in my daily contact with guests. "Good afternoon, madam. Would you like me to fuck you inside out?" It would be funny though. 

We were almost done, anyway. The girl sat on the couch and smoked while I fucked the woman in the ass, pulling it out and cumming over her. 

Then I fell to the side and closed my eyes. I expected some sleep. I wasn't going to get it.

"You were a very nice boy."

The woman was standing and holding out my clothes in a bunch. I got up and started to get dressed. She then went back to the same drawer she had got the money from the other day and gave me an even larger tip which was duly appreciated. 

"Bye-bye," I said, looking longingly at the girl from 25-C.

She smiled and waved. The woman pushed me out while I was still buttoning up my shirt. They stayed in the room. Both of them. I can't tell you for how long because I looked for an empty room and slept for the rest of the afternoon. I would bet they kept going. Wouldn't surprise me at all. 

This was years ago, as I said. After that, I learned she was some important executive in a hotel multinational. No idea who the girl was or how they were acquainted. Maybe they had just met there in the hotel. 

Eventually the hotel was bought by that same multinational and we were all informed that according to the new company policies, there would be no more "extras." It was a matter of improving the reputation of the place in a time when the whole thing was becoming quite scandalous. People were starting to talk about it openly and that wasn't good for business. Decent people like to fuck around all they can but they don't like that to be of common knowledge. 

So this is basically it. My story. Oh, I just forgot to tell you that I don't do room service anymore. I wouldn't mind, of course, but apparently it would be awkward for the hotel manager to be serving Caesar's Salads and cheese omelets. But I'm not in any way complaining. Most people here know how I got such an unexpected promotion and they probably talk about it behind my back. I don't care. I was just lucky, I guess. 

In my desk drawer, where I keep important papers locked, I have the card she sent me with that memo saying I had been chosen to be the new manager and was expected to make sure the new company policy would be applied. There are only two words written in black ink. 

"Good boy." 



Room Service



"Goddamn it Frank, I'm not going to tell you so just shut up about it!"

"Come on, Honey, I promise I won't make a big deal out of it. Come on, tell me."

"You're perverted, Frank."

"Of course I'm perverted, Sweetheart. That's what guys do. It's what we're good at, we're perverted. Come on tell me."

"No! Besides, I'm pissed off at you Frank, leaving me here alone in this goddamn shithole for over a month."

"Come on, Honey, it's the job you know that. Look, I've got a whole month off now. I'll make it up to you. I promise. Come on tell me."

"Damn straight you're going to make it up to me Frank! Fucking India! Couldna been Paris, or London. No! My husband brings me to fucking India, like I'm gonna ride some goddamn elephant or something! I'm forty years old Frank! Do I look like I belong on a goddamn fucking elephant?"

"Of course not, Honey. You're much to beautiful to ever be on an elephant, besides you can't ride elephants when they fuck. Come on tell me."

"You're sick, Frank!

"Come on, Maxine, Honey, just between you and me. Come on, it'll be fun. I promise I won't ever tell anyone."

"Frank, you fucker! You tell just one of your stupid office buddies about this and I'll cut your fucking balls off! I mean it!"

"Tell! Shit, Maxine! Who would I tell! Who would believe me! Come on now, Honey lighten up. You can tell me. You know you want to."

"Oh please Frank, just because you're a sick bastard."

"Come on now, just let me give you a little neck massage and you can tell me all about it. Whataya say?"

"Ummm, Okay, but I don't wanna hear to any shit about it Frank. Hell, I was just fucking around. The guy sounded so funny you know, "Room service, how can I help you?" You shouldna left me here alone Frank. You know how I hate to be alone."

"I know, I know, I won't give you any shit, I promise. No big deal"

"If it was no big deal why do you want to know so fucking bad Frank."

"O.K., O.K., it's a big deal, but in a no big deal kinda way. Come on now."

"Asshole."

"I know."

"Oh, alright."

"Atta girl."

Well, actually, you're not going to get any of your perverted thrills anyway Frank. It really wasn't what I had thought it would be. I never could get off. His dick was too small and he didn't last very long and he turned out to be kind of a jerk."

"Bummer."

"Yeah."

"Maxine."

"Yeah."

"That's not exactly true is it?" 

"Well, not exactly."

"You sowed some wild oats didn't you Maxine."

"Yeah."

"Like thoroughbred country in the springtime."

"You're so funny, Frank." 

"Maxine."

"Yeah."

"So was he good looking?"

"Yeah."

"Did he have a big dick?"

"Is a thoroughbred a horse, Frank?"

"I see. So how did it go? I mean really."

"Well, I didn't have anything else to do so I told them to send him up in the morning."

"Sounds reasonable, a little morning tryst is always good."

"I liked the afternoon better."

"You fucked in the afternoon too?"

"Well, not exactly. We started in the morning and the next thing I knew it was afternoon."

"You fucked all day long?"

"Well, what else was there to do Frank?"

"I don't know, go shopping?"

"And buy what Frank, a goddamn carved elephant?"

"I see you're point. Well, one day in the life, I'm glad you had a good time."

"Frank." 

"Yeah."

"It was for seven days."

"Say what?"

"Well, you know how I am with math Frank. Fucking exchange rate crap anyway."

"I see, so you fucked every day for seven days?"

"Yeah."

"All day long?"

"Yeah."

"Well, what's a week in the long view I guess."

"Frank."

"Yeah."

"I traded your American League baseball card collection."

"Jesus! What for?"

"Another seven days."

"That's fourteen days Maxine.

"Well, it's just like you said Frank, what's a couple of weeks in the scheme of things." 

"Of course, a fortnight here a fortnight there, what difference could it make.

"Frank."

"Yeah."

"The American League really goes with the National League."

"Another seven days Maxine?"

"Yeah."

"Christ, Maxine, good thing I didn't leave you with anything else."

"Frank."

"Yeah."

"Your credit was good."

"How good was it?"

"What's today?"

"It's the sixth."

"Last month had thirty one days?"

"Yeah."

"What day did you leave?"

"The twenty eighth of the month before."

"How many days is it from the twenty-eighth of the month before to the fifth of this month?" 

"Thirty-nine."

"And thirty-nine minus twenty-one?"

"Eighteen."

"Sounds about right."

"You fucked for eighteen extra days Maxine?" 

"Yeah."

"With no days off?"

"What was I gonna do with a day off, Frank?"

"Well, I guess the fun is in the collecting. No use to have the National League if you don't have the American league. That still leaves me with eighteen days to pay for."

"Frank?"

"Yeah."

"What's half of thirty nine?"

"Nineteen and one half, why?"

"Well, a day is from nine to five with a half hour for lunch."

"O.K."

"From eight to midnight is another half day."

"Just to be clear, Maxine. You fucked from nine to five and from eight to midnight for thirty-nine straight days?

"Yeah."

"That's twelve hours a day for thirty-nine straight days, Maxine."

"If you say so."

"That's a lot of fucking, Maxine."

"Yeah."

"No, I mean, that's a lot of fucking, Maxine."

"Oh come on Frank, It's not like it was all just one constant furious humpfest for crying out loud." 

"No, of course not."

"Oh no, it's good to go slow sometimes too."

"Slow is good."

"Real good."

"I guess a guy would get tired."

"Frank, what is thirty nine divided by three?"

"I think I'm getting tired of math, Maxine."

"I know what you mean. I just left it up to them to keep it straight. Oh my, "keep it straight." Did you get that one, Frank?"

"Oh yeah, looks like I been getting one for about a month now."

""Oh, I know, Frank! Thirty-nine divided by three is eleven."

"No Maxine, thirty-nine divided by three is thirteen."

"I don't understand. How could that be?"

"Three of them had the same name, Maxine."

"I don't get it."

"Trust me, Maxine, if you fucked a different guy every three days for thirty-nine days you fucked thirteen guys."

"Well, whatever, it was them that was doing most of the fucking anyway. After all, that is what I was paying for."

"Oh, you're going to pay all right."

"What did you say, Frank?"

"I said you should always get what you pay for all right."

"Damn straight, and the quality was there, Frank. Size does matter, Frank and you know what it's like when you're young."

"And strong."  

"That's right. It's just like in the animal kingdom, Frank. You know, like on the spaghetti plains in Italy."

"That's the Serengeti Plain, Maxine. It's in Africa."

"Whatever, a stallion is a stallion, Frank."

"And a mare is a mare."

"And what is that supposed to mean? Is that one of those double entry things, Frank?

"It's entendre Maxine, double entendre."

"Double entendre, sounds like a cheap perfume." 

"You would know about cheap, Maxine."

"Don't even start with that again, Frank. You call it cheap. I call it thrifty. I'll have you know, I didn't even pay for the supplies."

"What are you talking about, Maxine. What supplies could you possibly need for fucking?"

"You know, for the games."

"Oh, of course, for the games."

'They all seemed to like "Peanut Butter Pecker" best and "Nectarine Nipples" is really nice too, but "Blind Man Find the Grapes" is my favorite. Of course, there's really only one polite place a girl can hide them when she's naked."

"Of course, I wouldn't want you to have to stick them up your ass."

"Oh my no, that would put a fellow in an awful position. Of course, these fellows do know some pretty awful positions."

"I have to ask, Maxine." 

"Did you know a woman can fuck standing on one leg, Frank?"

"I can imagine you with one, I mean, on one leg Maxine."

"It's true, Frank, but I still like the old doggy position best though."

"I wonder how that could be Maxine."

"I dunno, but after a while I had to give it up."

"Your knees got sore."

"And I lost my voice."

"Well, at least you didn't get bored."

"Of course I got bored, Frank. That's what I was paying for. Oh God! I'm really on a roll now! There's some double entry for you, Frank. You're gonna have to work damn hard to beat that one."

"Oh, I'm gonna beat you, Maxine. I swear I am."

"Now there you go again. Why do you always have to turn everything into a competition Frank?"

"I don't think you really have any competition, Maxine. I mean, who could be any more game than you."

"Oh Lord! Those were good ones, Frank! I'm dying here!"  

"God forbid."

"Oh how sweet, Frank." 

"Maxine?"

"Yeah."

"Is your pussy still anything like I remember it?" 

"I could let my bush grow back, whichever you prefer."

"Saves having to spit out the hairs I take it."

"Kind of breaks your concentration."

"Well, that still leaves a lot to pay for. I'm glad my credit is good."

"Frank."

"Yeah."

"It's not that good."

"How bad is it?"

"You remember those lovely walks we used to take, Frank?"

"My Hummer?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it is kind of wide anyway."

"Frank?"

"Yeah."

"Did you know about the special rule?"

"What rule is that, Maxine?"

"If you come back next year you get half price."

"We're not coming back, Maxine."

"Well, I know it's kind of soon to think about that now. Maybe we can talk about it later."

"We're not coming back, Maxine."

"Frank, do you think you and I could play Peanut Butter Pecker? I want to learn to play it real good."

"We're not coming back, Maxine."

"Frank?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think we could go to Africa next year?"



Room Service



My wife and I got a nice room in a local hotel...not a cheapo motel, but a top quality boutique type. After a night of wining and dining, we return to the room, and there I set up a scenario we've played out many times before, just the two of us. She is unaware that I have changes in mind.

My wife is tied to the bed, blindfolded. I have put headphones on her and am playing music just loudly enough to white-out the background noise. She's dressed in black-fishnet stockings and high-heeled shoes. Nothing else, and I've been teasing her by eating her and feeding her my meat, and playing with nipple clamps (she loves having her nipples pinched hard). She also loves these nights together, where I take total, sexual and sensual control.

But tonight I have a new plan, tonight I call room service. Over the course of the day I have "pre-selected" a bellman for this purpose, a young man named Antonio. I saw the way he looked at her when we checked in, and when he missed his chance to carry our bags into our room. I saw the way he jockeyed for position to hold the door for her as she got into the cab. He commented on how beautiful her long, blonde hair was, and I think she hiked her skirt a little higher as she slid into the backseat, as a treat. I order strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce, and I ask for the chocolate to be heated to body temperature (in case they don't get the idea just from the content of the order), and I request Antonio to deliver it. I hear the order taker call out for him. 

"Tony?! The couple in 1241 wants you to deliver something...."

In the background, "Hey, I just went off shift...wait, did you say 1241? Damn, that blonde is a hot piece. I'll do it, maybe give me something to dream about."

When the bellman raps at the door I throw a towel over my naked body, wrapping my stiff cock so it's pointing up to my waist and making sure the bulge is clearly visible. I open the door wide and ask the young man--18 or 19, maybe--to bring the tray inside and put it on the table. He's tall and dark and lean, Italian background probably, or maybe Spanish. As steps past the corner and sees my naked wife tied spread across the bed, he stops for a moment and catches his breath, then continues on toward the table with the tray. I close the door behind us.

He puts the tray down without his eyes ever leaving my wife's naked, writhing form. I'd left a vibrator inside her, and as he turns from the table back and toward the door it slips out of her and onto the bed, leaving her gaping, wet, furry slit open and giving our young bellman an excellent view.

I hand him a twenty as a tip and ask, quietly "Do you like what you see?"

"Oh yes, very much. She's beautiful."

"Would you like to taste her? Would you like her to suck your cock?"

"Y-yes. Oh....yes. You wouldn't mind?" I shake my head "no."

"Alright, then, strip. The only rules are that you can't speak, you have to do what I tell you, and I will take pictures. Are you comfortable with that?"

He's half-naked by the time I'm done saying this, and not slowing down, so I really don't need his quick "uh huh" as affirmation.

I drop my towel and stroke myself as he finishes undressing. He is tan and muscular, a swimmer's physique. As he pulls off his boxers he reveals a beautiful, semi-hard cock and large, pendant balls, framed by a speedo-style tanline. He looks at me expectantly.

"Stroke yourself while I get dessert ready for you. Pull up a chair there, between her legs." He obediently slides the desk chair to the foot of the bed, sits down, and is soon stroking his fully erect member.

I grab the berries and cream and slowly push 1...2...3 of the largest berries into my wife's sopping blonde pussy. She moans and squirms as the cold berries go in, but she doesn't speak. From our past experiences she expects me to alternate between sensual attention and maddening inattention. Then I apply a dollop of the whipped cream to top it off. I motion for him to kneel between her legs and enjoy his dessert. 

He dives greedily in, licking off all the cream, which has begun to melt and drip deliciously over her swollen clit and labia. Then he digs his tongue in and extracts each of the strawberries, keeping his lips in contact with her as he chews the marinated fruit, so she can feel his mouth moving. I take several pictures, then move behind him with the warm chocolate sauce as he finishes the last berry. As he eats my wife his knees are on the bed and his back arched, giving me easy access to his firm ass, and heavy cock and balls. I dip my hand into the chocolate, and wrap my gooey fingers around his shaft. He doesn't recoil at my touch, but instead pumps his hard dick into my fist, and this is all the encouragement I need.

I place the bowl between his legs, sit down on the chair, and with both hands, scoop warm chocolate all over his cock, balls and up his crack. As it starts to drip from his ballsack I catch it with my tongue, and find myself unable to resist taking each of his candied nuts gently into my mouth. I reapply some fresh chocolate and guide him by the hips up over my wife's outstretched form. He is dripping sauce, both chocolate and his own, all the way to the head of the bed where he straddles her face. When the sugary droplets hit her chin, my wife opens her mouth wide in anticipation.

"Balls first...Tony." I whisper to him, and taking him by the base of the scrotum, I guide each of his nuts into her mouth, where she lovingly laps and licks the chocolate off. His sticky cock spreads sauce across her face as she obediently tongue bathes him. At this point I'm fairly certain she has no idea it's not my balls she's cleaning, since the music in her ears has muffled all the noise since he arrived.

"Now, make her lick your ass...." He swivels forward so that his tight back entrance is right over her lips, then slowly lowers himself down. She is tentative at first...not very experienced in rimming, though she dearly loves being rimmed...but soon she is enthusiastically tongue-fucking his tight backdoor. He is moaning quietly, and his erection is pulsing, gently slapping her blindfold, nose and forehead. 

When I think he can take little more without losing control, I whisper "Now, fuck her mouth...when you come, shoot in her mouth, but save some for her face...."

He puts his hand behind her head and guides the tip of his cock into her mouth, slowly sliding his chocolate shaft down her throat. I step back to take some more pictures of my wife greedily devouring her secret lover's manhood, when I decide to change the game.

I step to the head of the bed, reach down, and pull the blindfold quickly from my wife's eyes. She gulps in surprise (gasping is out of the question with her mouth full), her eyes darting back and forth between me and the young stud. After a moment of thought, she resumes her slurping, bobbing her head even more vigorously than a moment before, when she thought it was me. I take the headphones off, and speak to her. "Honey, you remember Tony? He's the one who held the door for you...the one you thought might have stolen a peek up your skirt? You said he had a nice ass." She looks back up and him and mumbles something, it could be "Pleased to meet you..." but it's hard to say because she had a mouthful of cock.

I guide Tony from his straddle into a sixty-nine position, which they manage to accomplish without my wife ever losing her suction on his dick. I unclasp one of her legs, leaving her still tied at three points to the bed, and slide into bed beside her, my hips under her leg, and point my own cock toward her slit. The bellman lifts his head from her pussy as my member approaches his face, but not to stop, just long enough to reach down and guide me into her before he resumes his oral work on her swollen clit.

I squeeze my head under his leg, and begin to lick the chocolate from her cheeks as he continues thrusting into her throat. This drives my wife over the edge, and she begins to buck and strain against the ropes in a powerful orgasm. As she cums, she drives both of us into cumming as well. I sink my shaft deeply into her and empty my balls. (That will be a late night snack). He remembers my earlier command and squirts first into her mouth, then somehow contorts himself so that he fires the rest of his hot cum all over her face. I reach up and guide the tip of his cock back to her lips, then kiss her, savoring the salty cum and the sweet taste of chocolate.



Room Service



Helori was just a lowly maid at the grand Hotel Borg in Reykjavik, the capital city of Iceland on the shore of the Artic Ocean.

Helori had been born an Icelander twenty-one years earlier and had found employment with the hotel after leaving school at eighteen.

With three years seniority Helori was one of the senior maids and responsible for all the rooms on the hotel's forth floor.

It promised to be a busy weekend with the G8 conference being held in Reykjavik the entire hotel was booked with delegates and their entourages. 

Lawrence Gooding was an advisor to the finance minister of Great Britain, one of the delegates to the conference. Lawrence was a gentle manner slender man in is forties, a decided bachelor consumed by his work. He was attending the conference unaccompanied and had the large forth floor suite to himself.

The light was flashing on the telephone when Helori went into the forth floor linen room. Helori dialed housekeeping.

Room 4210 wanted more towels. Helori grabbed a couple of white terry bath towels from the self and headed to 4210.

Helori knocked lightly on the door to 4210, "Maid!" she announced.

Momentarily an older man wearing one of the hotel's robes opened the door.

Helori offered him the two towels she had in her arms.

"Thank you." The man said, "Do you know how to work the shower?"

Foreign guests often had trouble understanding the Nordic plumbing, it was unique.

"I will show you." Helori offered.

Helori followed him through to the bathroom and explained the operation of the bath faucet to him.

The guest thanked her and then asked if she knew where a guy could get a girl? 

It was a question guest usually asked the concierge but Helori was able to help him.

The pretty young Icelander augmented her hotel income by offering her services to lonely guests away from home. For an agreed upon sum she would make the guest's stay considerably more enjoyable.

Helori asked the man what time he would like her to return?

Helori waved to Stan on the desk as she hurried through the lobby to the bank of elevators. She entered the elevator when the doors opened and pushed the "4" button. The doors closed and the elevator hummed upwards to the forth floor.

Helori had time to go home and have something to eat. She the showered and fixed her hair and makeup and grabbed a taxi back to the hotel. Under her beige raincoat she was completely nude.

She knocked on 4210 and her client quickly opened the door.

"Good, right on time." He greeted her.

Helori entered the room and slipped off her coat.

Helori stood tall and naked before Gooding. The 5'9" blonde goddess with lean "A" cup breasts and a golden fleece covered pussy. Her erect nipples were the delicate pink of a tropical sunset and her eyes blue glimmering pools. Helori's long shapely rose up to form the tightest buttocks Gooding had ever seen.

"You like?" she smiled.

Gooding was speechless, for three hundred Euros he was going to get to spend the night in bed with this statuesque beauty.

Helori sat relaxed while Gooding poured their drinks.

Gooding was still wearing a hotel robe.

"Are you going to show me what I am getting?" Helori smiled devilishly as she too her drink from her host. 

Gooding put his drink down and unfastened the belt of his robe. Opening the robe Gooding erection sprang out into Helori's view.

"Not bad!" she grinned studying his hard cock.

Helori estimated he was seven to eight inches, circumcised with a large mushroom head, the kind she liked. 

Helori and Gooding sat exchanging small talk while drinking their drinks. Helori learned that Gooding lived with is younger married sister and her husband in a small town near London, England. His sister had a daughter almost as old as Helori.

Gooding told Helori that his niece was constantly teasing his going about the house in little more than panties and a bra at time when her parents were out. He confessed that he had fantasized many times about fucking her. 

"How would you like to do some roll playing?" Helori asked Gooding.

"What do you mean?" Gooding was uncertain.

"I will be your niece." Helori volunteered.

"Would you do that?" Gooding smiled.

"What's her name?" Helori asked.

"Kate." Gooding's cock got harder.

"Let me suck your cock Uncle Lawrence." Helori pleaded in her little girl voice.

Helori moved over to where Gooding was sitting and dropped to her knees between his legs. She reached out and took his cock in her hand feeling it twitch when she touched it.

"This is going to be easy," thought Helori as she lowered her mouth over the head of Gooding's cock.

Gooding let out a low guttural moan as Helori's mouth swallowed up Gooding's meat.

"Oh yes Kate!" he groaned as Helori's lips sealed around his shaft.

Helori was skilled at sucking cocks as over her five years at the hotel she had sucked countless guests' cocks.

Helori had quickly learned that lonesome men were willing to pay outrageous sums of money for her favors. 

The extra money had allowed her to keep her elderly parents in a comfortable lifestyle. Their modest bungalow was paid for and they wanted for nothing.

Helori easily took all of Gooding's entire cock into her mouth and her lips pressed against his pubic hair as the head entered her throat. 

Helori's tongue went to work doing its magic. Sliding up to lower surface of his shaft it danced up over its head and pirouetted on the tip. She tasted the salty tang of precum she was responsible for.

Helori began bobbing her head so Gooding's cock was sliding in and out, in effect fucking her face. She had a firm grip on the base of his cock controlling its position in her head. 

"Oh God Kate, suck Uncle Lawrence's cock like a good girl!" Gooding groaned.

Helori prepared for the forthcoming blast of Gooding's sperm.

He came in three forceful spurts, each firing his white goo into her throat. The slimy jism slide down her trachea like salty escargot. 

Helori swallowed every drop before surrendering Gooding's cock from her mouth. 

"Oh God, that was so good!" Gooding smiled with his spent cock.

"Wouldn't you like to eat Kate's pussy?" Helori smiled.

It was Gooding's turn to go to his knees between Helori's spread legs. As his face neared her open cunt he could smell her raunchy musk. Carefully his tongue entered her delicate pink pocket.

Her taste was both sweet and pungent, the tangy flavor of a female in heat. Gooding's tongue started at the bottom and slid up to her aroused clitoris.

Helori moaned, gently closing her legs on the sides of Gooding's head clamping his face in her pussy. 

Gooding ate her with the vigor of a starving dog, his tongue slurping into every nook and crevice of her moist clam.

"Oh yes Uncle Lawrence, eat my cunt!" Helori moaned.

Helori did have an orgasm as she usually did when a guy was eating her. It was a mild one sending shivers up he spine and causing her to release some love juice into Gooding's hungry mouth.

"That was so good Uncle Lawrence!" Helori said as Gooding withdrew his smiling face from between her legs.

Helori had to with hold a laugh, Gooding looked so comical with his cum smeared face. 

Gooding's cock had revived and he was ready to explore the depths of Helori's womanhood. 

Helori turned down the covers and got into Gooding's bed. Looking as seductively as she could with her legs spread she beseeched him to join her.

"Fuck me Uncle Lawrence." she pleaded. 

Gooding was on top of her in a flash, guiding the head of his cock into her damp portal.

"Oh yes Uncle Lawrence!" she whimpered as his cock started filling her void.

Gooding's eight inches slid nicely into her waiting pouch, gently stretching her vaginal walls to accommodate his girth. Helori felt his balls being pressed against her flesh signaling he was fully in her.

Helori wrapped he long legs around Gooding's trunk embracing him into her womanhood. The fair skinned Icelander allowed her lover to create the rhythm of their lovemaking as her nubile body followed his.

Helori did not have a boyfriend. She limited her heterosexual activities to men who were willing to pay to use her body scavenging an orgasm here and there along the way. 

Helori's true love was Magga, the petite girl who worked in the pastry shop. Helori and Magga had been lovers since they were both eighteen. Having both attended the same school together they discovered the magic of soft love.

Magga was only five two with the body of a fourteen-year-old boy. Her breasts were almost non-existent and her mousy brown hair was snatched back in plaits. Magga was completely natural and her pubic hair was unchanged from the way it had grown in. 

Magga also lived with her parents so the two girls had to steal there moments of lovemaking as opportunities presented themselves.

Helori joined Gooding as the tempo of his fucking increased. She knew he was building up to blowing his rocks off into her.

"Oh Uncle Lawrence, I love your cock!" she sighed.

Gooding was quickly approaching cumming in Helori who was writhing under him like wildcat.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Helori urged.

She could tell by the look on his face he was about to come. Helori had stared into so many men's eyes as they drained their balls into her handy vessel. With her legs she pulled herself tightly into Gooding's spout to receive his sperm as it spewed out of him. 

"Oh God Kate, I'm cumming!" Gooding groaned as his balls tightened expelling his hot sperm into Helori's womb.

Helori felt the warmth of his cum flooding her cavity; she always enjoyed the sensation of a man cumming in her.

"Oh yes Uncle Lawrence, you are so good." Helori moaned.

She had not achieved an orgasm this time but he motto was "the customer cums first"! She knew she would have man more opportunities to enjoy herself before morning. He task right now was to look after her man.

"I think you deserve a little nap Uncle Lawrence" Helori said as she snuggled up to the exhausted Englishman.



Room Service



Tabitha arrived at "Lonely Hearts" motel, just on time, in order to assume the morning shift. She was one of the motel's maids and one of her chief duties was to deliver breakfast to the customers, as early as 8:00 am every morning. Of course, she had to do the dusting and cleaning up of the rooms as well, but that could wait until noon, when the rest of the maids would show up.

"Lonely Hearts" situated 120 miles due north of Mexico City, just next to A9 national road. It consisted of: a small parking area; a medium size swimming pool; a main building, which housed many facilities besides the manager's office; and two wings of 10 bedrooms each. Each bedroom was 12x12 feet and had a small toilette, cable TV and air conditioner. 

If we were to compare its prices with those of the local hotels and motels, we would definitely find a significant difference, with "Lonely Hearts" being the cheapest. Thereby, it had been and was the home for many people, who were rather short in money and didn't want to pay through their nose for renting an apartment.

Tabitha was a 20 years old Latina of Afro-Mexican origin. Her father was a black North-American sailor, who spent most of his time traveling all over the world, and her mother was a Mexican native, who was devoted to her husband and daughter. 

She was no more than 5'4'' tall, but her figure was pretty symmetrical and curvaceous. Shoulder-length curly black hair framed her oval face, while her exotic slanted eyes were black with the longest natural eyelashes anyone could possibly imagine. Her nose was thin and delicate with big and wide nostrils-inheritance from her father-which disclosed a rather insatiable nature, devoted to everlasting carnal pleasures. Two perfect rows of shiny-white teeth adorned her small mouth like pearl necklaces, and her fleshy dark red lips begged, like Homeric sirens, to be brutally bitten.

The skin was darkish and her pear-shaped figure was truly amazing. She was endowed with a very thin ring-like-waist; hefty 36 C twin throbbing orbs, crowned with large black aureoles and delicious protruding brown nipples; and wide hips, capable of containing heroes of an epic era. Her ass was big and round and a bit chubby- she ought to lose at least 5 pounds- but firm and toned to the maximum. The thighs were curvy and succulent and her calves were shapely and rather stringy.

Tabitha walked straight to the ladies locker room and peeled off her t-shirt and jeans. She unclasped and removed her bra, freeing her voluptuous breasts, and took off her white knickers. Opening her locker, she chose a red satin g-string, which immediately wore, and a pair of white high heels along with her maid outfit- the management was very keen on the issue that all maids should wear g-strings, white high heels and no bra.

Tabitha wore her outfit, strapped the white apron on her shoulders and around the waist, put on the high heels and went straight to the kitchen. On a large table she found a tray loaded with the motel's typical breakfast and a financial newspaper. A small white paper indicated her destination: Room A4 Mr. Stevens.

Mr. Stevens was a 58 years old grey hair white man, recently divorced, whose wife had kicked him out of their home because he never seemed to earn enough money for sustaining their lives. He was a very kind and gentle person and Tabitha always wondered whether the afore-mentioned reason was the only one. He worked as a salesman in an insurance company and never fell behind with his payments, although his clothes were cheap and his car was a 20 years old model.

Mr. Stevens was 6 feet tall and had a solid built owing to the years he had spent as a construction worker at the times of his youth. His face was sun burnt and lightly wrinkled but he was very handsome. He was a bit fat on the belly but the hands and legs were muscular enough. Tabitha always felt sorry for him and never protested when he, teasingly, called her "daddy's little girl"-actually she loved the sound of it!

Tabitha: "Mr. Stevens, its Tabitha. Could you please open the door? I have brought your breakfast."

Mr. Stevens: "One moment Tabitha. I just got out from the shower. Give me a minute to wear my robe and I'll open the door... Come in darling."

Tabitha: "Thank you, sir."

Entering the room, Tabitha noticed that Mr. Stevens wore a half-opened short robe which barely covered the thighs. The view of his wet broad hairy chest and muscular shapely legs sent sweet lingering shivers crawling along her spine. She blushed and after taking a deep breath, she passed the tip of her tongue over the upper lip, collecting the beads of sweat which had gathered there.

Tabitha: "Where should I leave the tray Mr. Stevens?"

Mr. Stevens: "Let me take the newspaper... You can leave the tray over there... On the short table..."

Tabitha turned around and walked near the table, making sure to sway her hips as much rhythmically and sexily as she could. She knew that she could leave the tray there, just by bending her knees a bit and lowering her body vertically, but she chose the other option. First she got very close to the table and then began bending over, exposing her rear to Mr. Steven very slowly. The fabric of her mini outfit started to rise, uncovering inch by inch: first the back of her upper thighs, then the crotch along with the ends of her buttocks and finally the red string which was buried between her trembling plump hemispheres. As if it wasn't enough, she remained in that position for quite some time, wiggling her ass left and right, pretending to be cleaning the surface of the table with a white napkin.

Mr. Stevens had already sat on a chair, trying to read his newspaper, when he noticed Tabitha's naughty movements. His mouth opened wide and then a big smile immediately shone on his face. He rolled the newspaper and hit Tabitha's bum very gently. Tabitha squirmed a bit as if she had been caught off guard and turned around, straightening her skirt nervously.

Tabitha: "Ohhh! Mr. Stevens!"

Mr. Stevens: "You naughty girl! You shouldn't do that when your "Daddy" is here. Don't you know that it's dangerous to play with fire?"

Tabitha: "What did I do 'Daddy'? I am a good girl. I always try to behave."

Mr. Stevens: "You shouldn't show off your little bum and especially in front of your 'Daddy'. Where are your manners? Have you forgotten where you are? Maybe you need to be taught a lesson. You really need discipline."

Tabitha: "Oh no 'Daddy'! Please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to show you my butt, it was an accident. Please forgive me 'Daddy'! Don't hurt my little butt. I beg of you! "

Mr. Stevens: "You need a good spanking! That's what I have to say. You know, the rules of the house are very strict and you must pay for it. I can't allow this to happen again. Come over here!" 

Tabitha giggled and went towards Mr. Stevens, swaying her marvelous hips like a professional top model. Mr. Stevens ordered her to lie on his laps. Tabitha lay there, squeezing her bulky tits on his left thigh and her tummy on his right; then she raised her butt so as to give him better access and waited impatiently for the next turn of events.

Mr. Stevens rolled up her mini skirt, exposing her innocent-looking plump ass, and began to knead and massage the throbbing warm orbs like an expert baker. He couldn't stop pressing and squeezing the soft darkish flesh like a maniac, and especially liked the way it protruded between his knuckles, when he was deliberately 'squashing' it, using his fingers like pliers. Besides that, he relished very much parting her fleshy ass-mountains as much wide as he could, forcing the satin string to disappear inside her holes, while deeply inhaling, at the same time, the heavy odor of mixed sweat and sex juices which her body liberally diffused all over.

After having filled Tabitha's plump ass with numerous red marks- they weren't easily distinguished on her dark skin- of his fingerprints, Mr. Stevens took the rolled paper in his right hand and immediately landed a soft blow on it. Tabitha squirmed and let out a prolonged plaintive moan, especially conceived for melting the biggest iceberg of the world, in a fraction of a second. 

Mr. Stevens needed to hear no more. He started pounding her almost naked buttocks with the paper, as if in frenzy, inflicting blow after blow with amazing precision, making sure to not hurt her too much. Having her whole body on air, supported only by Mr. Stevens thighs, Tabitha was 'ouching' and 'aouching' like a little girl, while she kept naughtily raising and lowering her calves, one after another, like a b-movie starlet.

Tabitha: "Aouchhh! Daddy! You are so mean! My butt is burning!... Ouch! Stop hurting my little bum! Please Daddy... I'll do everything you want..." 

Mr. Stevens: "Your fat ass needs a severe punishment little girl. I have told you many times that you shouldn't expose your scantily dressed butt before me. Don't you know that it gets me excited? What would your mother say if she were here? Are you trying to seduce your old Daddy? What a little slut you are!"

Tabitha: "Mmmmm...Ouch!... Daddy! How could I seduce my old Daddy? I'm just Daddy's little girl... I have noticed the way you are looking at my buttocks every time I bend over... I just wanted to give you a perfect view of my little butt...I did it only for you Daddy... "

Mr. Stevens: "I was trying to read my newspaper... That was the only thing I had in mind, until you came... You distracted me..."

Tabitha: "Oh Daddy! I didn't mean to... But... I feel something on my tummy... Something is surging under my stomach... a large bulge that is trying to pierce my navel... What is that Daddy?"

Mr. Stevens: "You've done it! Congratulations! I have completely lost my self control. How am I going to read my newspaper now? Dammit..." 

Tabitha: "Oh don't worry Daddy. I can take care of your 'little problem'. Let me make up for everything I have caused to you. I know very well that your swollen 'thing' is giving you a hard time. I could relieve you on the spot... Please Daddy let me try..."

Mr. Stevens: "Ummm... Very well... but don't tell MOMMY! Promise!"

Tabitha: "I won't...I promise..."

Tabitha stood up and happily took position between Mr. Stevens spread thighs. She got on her knees and snuggled like a little girl between his hairy feet. Mr. Stevens wore his myopic glasses and lazily opened his newspaper. Tabitha untied the belt and opened his robe completely, exposing his rock-hard cock and wrinkled testicles.

His cock was about six inches long, two wide and circumcised. The head was dark red and broad enough to look like the top of some kind poisonous mushroom. The shaft was lightly inclined to the left while many mauve veins were scattered along its length. The big vein underneath his cock was extremely fat and swollen and the thought of the huge amount of semen it could carry made Tabitha bite her lower lip in anticipation. 

Tabitha gently kissed the large head of his cock- she ought to show some respect to her old 'daddy'- and placed her hands on his calves. She slid only the head between her tight lips and began to run her hands along his calves. Her little red tongue started to draw circles around the pee-hole while her long red fingernails were slowly scratching the skin of his calves.

The relentless teasing of Tabitha's tongue on his sensitive hole, was the sweetest torment that Mr. Stevens had ever experienced- his wife would barely touch his stiff organ, let alone put it in the mouth- and only by straining himself to the limit did he succeed in stifling the irresistible urge of shoving his cock deep in her mouth, in a single abrupt move, stuffing her throat completely and choking her to death. 

Tabitha was sucking and nibbling on the head as if she was savoring a delicious ice-cream, while simultaneously jerking the shaft's skin up and down with her right hand and caressing his right thigh with the other. Mr. Stevens couldn't help himself and started to moan, wondering how long he would last. He wanted that to last forever, so he tried to concentrate on reading the stock-market page, not wishing to deliver his load too early.

It was a hard and laborious effort as Tabitha had started to bob her head aggressively, swiveling her head left and right and swallowing each time more and more of his cock's length. Suddenly, she left his cock to completely pop out from her mouth with a 'PLOP' sound and went down to his testicles. Her right hand stuck his organ on his tummy and her tongue started running along and around the shaggy balls.

Mr. Stevens welcomed that little break because he was on the verge of tearing apart his newspaper and filling her warm nest with his precious old-fashioned sticky liquid. Tabitha was on her own world licking and sucking those big hairy balls and didn't mind to swallow some old grey hair as well. She was eagerly putting in her mouth one ball after another, sucking as much as she could like a vacuum cleaner- she wanted so much to devour those soft 'eggs' that she wouldn't mind if one of them actually stuck in her throat.

After having smeared those wrinkled orbs with her saliva, she put her tongue on the base of its cock and licked her way up to the head. When she reached the top she immediately engulfed the head and began slowly sliding her lips along its length, trying to accommodate it all in her mouth, if possible.

The first inches were easy to handle but then the task became harder. She opened her mouth as much as she could and then, slowly but steadily, began shoving it in, squeezing the extra inches inside her willing slippery throat. It seemed that hours had passed when her lips reached the base of his cock, but in reality it was only a couple of minutes. She gagged loudly and drew her head back, leaving Mr. Stevens's glistening cock to swing left and right like a veined pendulum.

Tabitha took a deep breath and immediately grabbed his cock and shoved it in her mouth again like a hungry tigress. She bobbed her head hastily on it, a few times, and then by moving her head constantly left and right she managed to deepthroat it again. When she felt her nostrils filled with his pubic hair, she knew she had made it. She celebrated her victory by swiveling her tightened lips around the base of Mr. Stevens's cock for quite some time, until she ran out of breath.

Mr. Stevens dared not to take his eyes off the paper and see what Tabitha was doing to him, for if he saw her fucking him with her mouth he would surely explode into a massive tidal wave of semen, capable of demolishing the whole motel, the nearest town and only God knew what else. Not having a clue about Mr. Stevens's situation, Tabitha had returned to her 'duties' without further ado. She had cupped his balls with her left hand and kept feeding her receptive mouth with Mr. Stevens's slippery cock, making sure to rub the head on the roof of her mouth as well.

Mr. Stevens started to feel uneasy and Tabitha sensed it on the spot. She thought that Mr. Stevens didn't especially like that kind of treatment- although many men would die for that- so she decided to rub the head on a much softer spot of her mouth. Obediently, she tilted her head to the left and guided the rigid organ to the interior of her right cheek. The bulky head of Mr. Stevens's cock immediately distorted her right cheek to an unbelievable degree. Tabitha got extremely happy when she heard him groaning like a wounded animal and kept fucking him with her soft cheek by moving her inclined head up and down very fast.

Mr. Stevens: "Damn you girl! You are going to give me a heart attack... I want to CUM! RIGHT NOW! Stop what you are doing and let me cum... I want to cum even if this is the last thing I'll do... Withdraw your insatiable mouth... DO IT NOW!"

Tabitha: "OH, MR. STEVENS! I'm afraid that I can't let you do that. After all the efforts I have made so far, I believe that I deserve more than that. I haven't 'eaten' your cock yet!"

Mr. Stevens: "Are you NUTS! What are you talking about? Stop your mumbling and get off my back. What do you think you have been doing all that time? You are eating me alive! Now, go away, I want to climax! Something bad will happen to me if I don't let go of my seed!"

Tabitha: "NO WAY! You don't know what I have in store for you. When I said that I haven't 'eaten' your cock, I meant it! Literally! Bear in mind that I haven't had breakfast so far. So give me a second and you'll see what I mean..."

Mr. Stevens: "Sweet Jesus! What is going to happen to me? What is this crazy little girl up to? I dare not to think..."

Tabitha went to the table where she had left the tray and picked up two slices of bread. She knelt before Mr. Stevens and placed his cock between the slices. Mr. Stevens couldn't believe in his eyes. That little slut was going to devour his hapless member in reality! He tried to protest but it was too late for that. Tabitha had already imprisoned his cock between the slices and was ready to taste her delicious 'sandwich'.

She suckled the tip of his cock in order to make him relax and then she took a large bite out of her sandwich, without hurting Mr. Stevens's throbbing flesh. She swallowed and then sucked the bulky head once more before taking another bite. Mr. Stevens bucked his loins involuntarily and buried more of his cock in her mouth. She sucked him deeply in her throat along with some bread crumbles which Mr. Stevens felt them tickling his sensitive skin.

Tabitha let him slip out of her mouth and started nibbling and sucking the soft crust of the slices which still covered the head, denuding it completely. Mr. Stevens groaned loudly and lunged forward as if he was trying to reach the roof of the room only with the tip of his cock. His cock started shooting all over like a 50 caliber machine gun, drawing on his last reserves of semen which hadn't been used for years. 

Tabitha grabbed the pumping cock and guided it to her face- she was aware of the danger of playing with an uncontrollable loaded gun; after all she had worked so hard for its 'ammunition'. A huge spurt of that 'obsolete gun' hit her on the left eye, another one went on the bridge of her nose and a third one got lost behind her head. Tabitha thought that it wasn't wise to waste valuable 'ammo' like that and immediately pointed it in her throat, jerking the shaft very fast and bedding her long nails in his testicles.

Mr. Stevens fired a few shots more straight in her throat and then collapsed on his chair, being totally spent. Tabitha swallowed all, and then, with obvious pleasure, took his soft cock and gently rubbed it on her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks and chin, while it was still dripping cum fluids. Then, she took the remnants of the bread-slices and used them to wipe out the cum from her face. She used them also to dry clean Mr. Stevens's cock too. Tabitha now could have her hard-earned breakfast!

She ate the slices with extreme pleasure and licked her fingers like a happy cat. Suddenly she saw bread-crumbles caught between Mr. Stevens's pubic hair... Well, what the heck! There is always a second round!

END.

Written by Christy Mars Copyright © 2006



Room Service



The flight from L. A., although mercifully short, was horrible. First-class accommodations were sold out, so I had to fly coach. There was no legroom. A fat fucker sat next to me, in the aisle seat, hogged the armrest between us, stank of foul body odor the origin of which I'd refused to consider, and talked incessantly (mostly to himself, as I refused to carry on a conversation, and, it appeared, he wanted only to use me as an ear for his soliloquies on politics, religion, sex, and the "conspiracy of the fast-food industry" to kill him), wedging me between his massive bulk and the window. We hit turbulence a few miles outside of L. A. X., and the pilot seemed to do everything possible to ensure that we rode this roller coaster of air currents all the way to our destination, San Diego. I thought I'd puke--several times; my seatmate did. To make matters even worse (as if they weren't bad enough), the idiot in front of me leaned his seat back until it was mere inches from my face. Behind me, a baby started wailing--non-stop, as it turned out, all the way from the City of Angels to America's Finest City, as L. A. and San Diego bill themselves, respectively. Twenty minutes into the flight, the air conditioning failed. When I finally arrived, hot, tired, and irritable, at San Diego International, my luggage, I found, had decided to remain aboard the jet and, consequently, was bound to Miami!

I'd come to San Diego for a souvenirs-and-novelties convention. I sell the latter, in a chain of stores I own that stretches across the country, from border to border and from sea to shining sea. Called What A Notion!, there's at least one shop in each of the fifty states and several in those that comprise the major markets. I do quite well; one would be surprised at the amount of money in kitsch (or perhaps not). To paraphrase P. T. Barnum, one might say that no one ever went broke underestimating the tastelessness of the American public.

The convention wasn't until the next day, so I decided to go directly to my hotel, the Ritz, which overlooks the harbor, offering a beautiful view of the water, especially at night. At last, I'd be able to cool off and relax in luxurious surroundings. Then, later, after a bit of exercise in the weight room, a refreshing dip in the pool, and a relaxing session in the Jacuzzi, I'd settle back for a movie over dinner, courtesy of room service. Tomorrow, I could shop for some clothes to wear to the convention.

I checked in, explaining to the clerk at the front desk that the services of a bellhop would not be necessary because the airline had sent my luggage on a vacation to Florida, obtained the keycard to my room, on the eighteenth floor, overlooking the San Diego Harbor, and walked the marble floor of the football field-length lobby to the bank of elevators in the distant Tower One Access vestibule.

"Good afternoon, sir," the operator said as I entered the carpeted car. "Which floor, please?"

"Eighteenth."

He pushed the button, and the car ascended skyward.

Halfway up, I remembered that my swimsuit was on its way to the Sunshine State. Like it or not, I'd have to visit one of the hotel's shops, hoping the store would sell swim trunks. A bit embarrassed, I explained my predicament to the operator, concluding, "I guess I'll have to go back down."

"May I offer a suggestion, sir?"

I nodded. "Please."

"Why not send for room service? I'm sure the hotel can dispatch someone to take care of this errand for you."

"I'm not sure of my size."

"I wouldn't be concerned about that, sir; the staff is very capable."

What the hell? I thought. I had nothing to lose, and I didn't like the idea of bothering with buying a swimsuit, although I did want to take a swim and sit in the Jacuzzi. "Good idea," I agreed, tipping the operator well before stepping out of the car and making my way down the quarter-mile stretch of hallway that led to my room.

A spacious suite, with two bedrooms, a cavernous living room stuffed with plush furniture, including overstuffed leather couches, a big-screen television, and a wet bar, and two full baths, my room--or rooms--boasted a balcony that overlooked the harbor, providing a view of the sailboats, speedboats, yachts, and, farther out at sea, Navy battleships. The beach was a crescent of sand, separating the ocean's surf from the lines of houses and storefronts that lined the boardwalk upon which joggers jogged, skaters skated, and bicyclists bicycled. Bikini-clad girls and sun-bronzed boys played volleyball, threw Frisbees, or tanned beneath the bright-hot California sun. No wonder everyone loved the Golden State. The climate was superb, and the scenery was breathtaking.

I turned from the spectacular view, crossed the carpet to the telephone, and pressed the button next to the "Room Service" button.

"Room Service," a polished, polite, feminine voice announced. "How may I assist you, please?"

A blowjob would be nice, I thought, smiling. "This is Randy Hollis, Suite 1818. I'd like someone to fit me for a swimsuit. And I need to order a few toilet articles. Is that possible?"

"Of course, sir. Someone will be right up."

"Thank you."

I poured myself a scotch on the rocks. A double. By the time I'd drunk it, there was a rap at my door, and a male's voice announced, "Bellhop."

The hotel had sent a bellhop to fit me for a swimsuit? They should have dispatched a tailor. In my opinion, one of the stars of this five-star establishment had just fallen.

I opened the door to a young man who was so handsome that the absurd uniform he wore wasn't able to make him look ridiculous. He had close-cropped, light-brown hair, a trim mustache, dark brown eyes, high cheekbones, symmetrical features, and a good build. I wondered what he looked like in a swimsuit. Not bad, I'd bet. He'd look even better, though, without any clothes on at all, I thought. "Come in," I invited, and he stepped past me, allowing me a glimpse of his firm, compact buttocks.

"Room Service told me they'd send someone up to fit me for a swimsuit."

The bellhop smiled. "That's why I'm here, sir." I guess he saw my skepticism, because he added, "Don't worry; I used to be a tailor."

"A tailor?" I repeated, wondering why a tailor would be working as a bellhop.

Again, he seemed to read my mind. "I've been a lot of things--bellhop, tailor, disc jockey, masseuse, to name only a few."

"Masseuse?" I'd love to have him run his hands over me, preferably while I was nude.

"I still do massages," he informed me. "By the way, my name is Rick."

I blushed, wondering if he'd read my thoughts. "I'll keep that in mind," I replied, pausing before I added, "Rick."

"What sort of swimsuit do you have in mind?"

I shrugged. "Something for the pool and the Jacuzzi." I explained how my wardrobe, such as it was, was winging its way to Miami.

Rick looked me up and down, with more, it seemed to me, than a professional tailor's concerns in mind. His gaze lingered on my crotch and seemed to caress my abs and chest. "Turn around, please," he requested.

I turned.

After a moment, during which I was intensely aware of his gaze upon my buttocks, he said, "You'd look good in a thong."

I gulped, unsure of what, if anything, to say. Finally, I said, "Thanks, but wouldn't that be a little too--uh, daring--for the Ritz?"

"Maybe you're right, sir," he said.

I turned back around, and Rick was standing only a foot or so away from me. He'd stepped close while I'd had my back turned. I swallowed, having caught a glimpse of his crotch; there was, no mistake about it, a bulge there that hadn't been present a few moments ago. My own cock felt stiff, too, and it showed through the fabric of my trousers. If he'd noticed my burgeoning erection, Rick didn't give any indication of his awareness of it. Instead, he said, "Let's measure you."

Measure me? What did he mean? I wondered, thinking, as men do, immediately of my cock. Did he intend to measure the length of my manhood. "It's seven inches, erect," I almost blurted, "and circumcised." Instead, mercifully, I uttered nothing more than, "Okay."

Rick reached into a pocket of his uniform, producing a tape-measure. He circled my waist with it. In an approving tone, he said "Mmm. Thirty-two inches." Then, he measured an inch or two along my inner thigh, tugging the tape firmly beneath my scrotum. "Mmm," he repeated, sounding as if he were sampling something sweet to eat. He looked into my eyes, holding our gaze for a few moments, showing me his desire and, no doubt, reading my own as well, before asking, "What color do you like? Do you prefer solids or patterns?" His words were appropriate to the topic at hand, but his tone suggested that he was talking about something entirely different than a pair of swim trunks.

I didn't break his gaze--our gaze. "Whatever you think best," I managed to reply.

After a long moment's pause, he said, "I think you'd like another drink."

"What makes you think I've had anything to drink?"

He indicated my empty glass with a nod of his head. "I saw the glass. Besides, I could smell the liquor on your breath. Scotch, right?"

I smiled. "Right."

"Let me pour you another," he suggested.

I shrugged. "Okay."

He picked up my glass and took it to the bar. I heard the clink of ice in the glass. "You like it straight up, I'd say," he declared.

"Do you?" I asked, aware of the double entendre.

"Oh, yeah!"

He poured the amber liquid into the glass and brought it to me. Handing me the drink, he said, with a wink, "Down the hatch."

I took a sip.

"How is it?" Rick asked.

"Perfect." I took another, longer sip. The excellent scotch warmed my throat and stomach.

He turned, smiling, and crossed the room. At the door, he looked back at me, smiling anew--or, perhaps, still smiling--and said, "I'll pick something perfect for you."

I nodded.

"Maybe you'd like a massage to go with your new suit?"

I swallowed, although there was no liquor in my mouth at the moment, and nodded.

Rick's smile broadened, and he winked at me. As if he were making a promise rather than an announcement, he said, "I'll be right back." He made a parting suggestion--"Why not relax with a drink or two?"--and the door closed behind him.

With afternoon drifting into twilight and lights beginning to shine out of the gathering gloom, I drank several more drinks before Rick's knock sounded at my door.

In his hands, he bore my suit. It wasn't a thong. It was a pair of dark forest green trunks that accentuated my complexion and, if I do say so myself, looked fabulous on me.

I'd slipped into one of the bathrooms to try on the suit. Rick had insisted upon seeing them on me, to make sure that, in measure and in taste, he had not been amiss. Reassured, he said, "Take them off, lie face down in bed, and I'll give you the massage you requested."

I started for the bathroom in which, a few minutes ago, I had doffed my clothes in favor of the swimsuit.

"Don't bother with the bathroom," Rick suggested. "Strip in the bedroom; it'll save time."

Strip? His use of this word made it impossible for me to rationalize my action in removing the swimsuit as anything other than what it was--stripping. I shrugged, slipping my thumbs under the elastic waistband and pushing the trunks down my thighs, over my knees, and past my calves, stepping out of the abbreviated shorts, and exposing my buttocks to the bellhop's gaze. I could all but feel his stare upon those twin spheres. I knew I had a nice ass. The mirror, women, and other men had told me countless times that my buttocks were "sexy," "beautiful," and "handsome."

Rick added another superlative: "Excellent!"

I turned, and his eyes found my genitals. My seven-inch, circumcised cock was half-erect above the large, loose pouch of my scrotum, in which my balls dangled--invitingly, I hoped.

"Magnificent!" Rick complimented me.

After staring another long moment at my burgeoning erection and my tightening sac, the bellhop proposed that I "climb into bed," lie on my "tummy," and close my eyes.

I did as he bid me to do, and I felt the mattress sag on either side of me as, a minute or so later, Rick, joining me, straddled my thighs. I felt the bare flesh of his own upper legs against my outer thighs, and his cock brushed against the backs of my thighs as he shifted on his knees, adjusting his position. I realized that he'd stripped out of his clothes, too, and that, like me, he was naked!

Again, he complimented me--or, rather, my ass: "Your butt is the best-looking I've ever seen."

I chuckled. "I'll bet you say that to all the boys."

My joke fetched me a sharp slap upon my ass, and I winced. "Hey!"

"One doesn't joke about perfection, sir," Rick admonished me. "Some things still are sacred, one of which is a perfect bottom."

His hands closed over my shoulders, opening and flexing. Then, he shifted the balls of his hands up and down my shoulder blades, alternating their directions so that, as the left ascended, the right descended. My muscles began to relax under the magic of his touch and, as they did, the stress of the day evaporated. I sighed, concentrating all my attention upon Rick's stroking, kneading, jabbing, flexing, rubbing, twisting hands and fingers. His efforts, along with the alcohol I'd drunk, were beginning to loosen me up.

His hands worked their way down my back, thumbs pressing each vertebra of my spine and fingers rubbing and pressing my back muscles. With each stroke and compression, the muscles loosened further, and I became more and more relaxed. My body went limp under Rick's touch. His hands were as dexterous and skilled as any concert pianist's. My breathing deepened, and I almost went to sleep, but I forced myself to remain awake so that I could enjoy the massage that Rick was administering to me.

He did not skirt or skip my buttocks. Instead, he gripped these mounds of muscle in his powerful hands, flexing his fingers so that their tips went deep into the gluteus maximi, working them firmly but gently, as if these firm-soft globes were dough to be kneaded. He manipulated my ass cheeks with expertise, relaxing them as well and as thoroughly as he had the muscles of my shoulders and back. A thumb pressed into the cleavage between my buttocks, teasing the tiny, tight, puckered muscle of my anus. The tip of his thumb dipped inside this hidden portal, wriggled insistently for a moment, and then withdrew. My cock sprang to full bloom between my groin and belly and the mattress upon which I lay, my balls rising inside my tightening scrotum. His touch of this secret, intimate part ignited my passion, and I willed him to shove his thumb all the way through my anus, past the guardian sphincter, and into my rectum. Instead, after teasing me as he had, Rick ignored my asshole, as he did my ass, and turned his attention to my thighs.

He scooted down the bed, his knees pressing the mattress alongside my knees and calves and his dangling cock rubbing against the backs of my legs as he repositioned himself. After he'd gained the position he wanted, he massaged me again, this time his hands and fingers pumping and squeezing and chopping lightly at my lower legs. The muscles loosened, relaxing, and I felt as if I were in heaven, lying upon a cloud rather than in a bed and being caressed by an angel instead of being massaged by a bellhop. I was nearly asleep when I felt the second resounding slap upon my buttocks.

"Ouch!" I protested. "What was that for?"

"Turn over," he said as he rose from the bed to allow me to reposition myself.

I rolled onto my back. Stiff and upright, my swollen cock was a tower; its rigid, insistent state brought a smile to Rick's lips, and he said, "Beautiful!" 

I half-expected him to grab and squeeze my prick, but he resumed his position, straddling my thighs. As he did, I observed that, like me, he also had an erection. Jutting stiffly from his groin, his cock, which exceeded mine in length by approximately three inches, was every bit as swollen as my own, and, like my member, his was circumcised, crowned with a glans as rich in color as a ripened plum. Without thought, I echoed his own sentiment regarding my cock: "Beautiful!"

"Close your eyes," he said.

I did, and his hands and fingers worked their magic on the front of me, massaging my shoulders, my chest, and my stomach. When he reached my waist, he skipped my genitals, resuming the massage with my thighs and working his way down my calves. His rub-down of my tired and aching flesh included my ankles, feet, and toes, and he ministered to these parts of my body with every bit as much enthusiasm and earnestness as he had shown when he'd tended to the rest of my body. When, at last, he'd finished, I was totally relaxed and limp. The terrible flight and all the stress of the day were forgotten as if they had never happened. I felt rejuvenated.

My eyes were still closed when his hand closed around my cock.

I opened them, lifting myself upon my elbows, and stared down, past my naked chest and belly at his fist curled round my stiff-standing organ. There must have been a quizzical expression on my face, for he said:

"Lie back. Close your eyes. Be still. Your session's not over yet."

I followed his directive.

Rick's fingers, already coiled loosely around my cock, tightened their grip, making a firm fist. His closed hand pumped up and down, drawing and shoving the skin back and forth upon the stiff, swollen shaft of my penis. Already erect, my cock stiffened still more, swelled to yet-greater dimensions, and throbbed, twitched, and jerked. My balls ached inside the contracted pouch of my scrotum. Rick's fist pumped more rapidly, jerking my cock and driving the taut skin more forcefully up and down upon the straining, lurching shaft. It wouldn't take long, as this rate, for me to reach orgasm--and ejaculation. I wished he'd slow the tempo a bit. I didn't want to come too soon; I wanted the pleasure of his magic touch to last a while, before . . . .

Again, as if reading my thoughts, Rick's almost frantic hand-pumping of my prick slowed.

My eyelids fluttered.

"Keep your eyes closed!" Rick ordered. "Stay still!"

I did, concentrating on the whirling eddies that fluttered and stirred within my loins, on the heavy breathing of my lungs, on the rapidity of my pulse, and the quickening of my heartbeat.

I waited.

The air was cool upon my exposed flesh. I felt my nipples harden.

I continued to wait.

I'd always thought that the phrase "sound of silence" a contradiction at best and an inanity at worst, but, now, I understood its meaning and knew what a deafening noise the absence of sound can make, especially when it is accompanied by absolute stillness.

With an effort, I kept my eyes closed, waiting patiently, faithfully.

I heard the ticking of a clock. No. It wasn't a clock, or even a watch. The alarm clock on the table beside the bed was electric, and the pulse of electrons within its wires and circuitry were too muted to be heard. The faint tick-tock, metronome-of-a-sound that I heard was the beating of my own heart. In the silence of this still room, it sounded louder and louder.

I would have supposed that Rick had left me alone in the room, except that there was no way that he could have lifted his leg over me, scooted to the edge of the bed, and stood without the mattress alerting me of his movements, nor was it likely that he'd have been able to dress and exit the hotel suite without my hearing at least the sound of the closing door.

I waited for him to say something, to do something.

At first, the silent stillness was a welcome interlude between Rick's massaging of my flesh and his masturbation of my cock. Then, it became something of an annoyance. Now, it was not only disconcerting but, somehow, a little frightening. Initially, I had supposed the bellhop to have been heightening the effect of his massaging and masturbation of my body and my sex by purposefully interposing a period of silence and stillness between sessions of sound and action, but, were that his intention, he had already accomplished this objective, and, still, he made neither sound nor movement, nor would he allow me to do so. What other motive might he have for maintaining such silence, such stillness?




Room Service



I encountered Republican strongman and former Ronald Reagan "Drug Czar" Bill Bennett in the early 1990s when he spoke to a group of my company's senior managers gathered in Chicago to discuss key human resources issues. Addressing the subject of workplace behavior--sex, drugs, theft, violence, etc.--he presented a decidedly tough law-and-order approach rooted in conservative religious doctrine. Basically, his message was to implement morally absolute, employer-favorable policies stricter than what is legally required, then enforce them with zero tolerance by terminating offenders and, in cases that did cross the legal line, prosecuting them to the fullest extent of the law. His delivery was commanding--practically intimidating--and so no one asked questions in the time reserved for them. I was seated at a table with my boss, a vice president, and neither of us felt comfortable asking questions or making comments. Bennett's positions were no surprise; after all, he was, at the time, one of the primary figureheads, along with Newt Gingrich, of the ultra-conservative wing of the Republican Party.

The interesting part is how I actually met him. Though I had reservations guaranteed late arrival at the upscale hotel near O'Hare, all standard rooms were sold when I arrived late due to flight delays, so they gave me an upgrade room—the posh Senator's Suite—at the regular room rate. That's standard operating procedure for hotels, as they regularly overbook rooms to compensate for the inevitable no-shows. The evening after Bennett spoke, I changed into my sweats and went down to the exercise room to work out. When finished, I stepped onto the express elevator alone to ride up to my top-floor suite when someone out of sight called out to hold the door, which I did. In stepped Mr. Bennett himself, perspiring profusely, and holding a mixed drink in each hand. The big man was wearing nothing but a much-too-small hotel bathrobe, tied so loosely that his dangling penis was exposed. Not wanting to embarrass him, and, frankly, a bit scared of the imposing man, I neither identified myself as having been in the audience that day nor indicated that I knew who he was. Apparently, he did not recognize me.

Obviously intoxicated, grinning ear to ear, and very booze-friendly, he chatted with me on the ride up--saying that he'd been in the hotel Jacuzzi too long, which "shrank my pee-pee and hoped that would not be a problem for my party plans later." Too much information! I just smiled and nodded agreeably at everything he said. Though the ride up was brief, he managed to down one of the mixed drinks before flinging the plastic glass and ice onto the floor of the elevator. "They've got people who take care of that, Sanitation Engineers, har, har, har!" he mused. Arriving at the top floor, the large man lumbered out the elevator to the Presidential Suite, its door immediately adjacent to mine, farting loudly and chuckling as he fumbled the key into the door. This Bill Bennett certainly contrasted dramatically from the one who had spoken earlier at our conference. 

Tired and hungry, I decided to get dinner from room service, so I ordered and waited, listening attentively for a knock. In the mean time, I could not help but overhear the goings-on in the neighboring suite: the door opening and closing several times, men's voices, and, a short while later, what sounded like a poker game. "Raise you a thousand," I heard distinctly just before the door slammed shut. It would be years before Bennett's high stakes gambling became publicized. Expecting my room service delivery and famished, as soon as I heard a knock, I leapt up and snatched my door open. There stood four extremely attractive young women wearing slinky, revealing dresses. So, was this the way room service was delivered to top-floor guests? But where was the food? Then, the drop-dead gorgeous Asian said, "Heh-roh. We from Eregant Escort and here to prease you." I devoured this eye candy, and before I could say anything, the Presidential Suite door opened, and a man with a crew cut shot me a death-ray glare before quickly ushering the women in. I glimpsed a shoulder holster beneath his open suit jacket as he turned, and beyond, an array of high-end liquor bottles on the in-room bar. The foxy oriental girl said, "So solly," over her shoulder to me, and I heard Bennett's unmistakable voice call out, "The Chink's mine, as usual!" as the door slammed shut. 

My food finally came, which I ate while listening to a myriad of moans, groans, bumps, knocks, slaps, and the occasional scream from next door. It did not take Sherlock Holmes to deduce what was happening in there. Would I ever have loved to be a fly on that wall! Full and sleepy, I inserted earplugs and crashed.

Having an early-morning flight out, I phoned the front desk as soon as I awoke the following morning to request express checkout, but I was told that all charges had already been taken care of, and that there was something there for me to pick up—which explained the blinking light on my phone. Now that was certainly puzzling, but the Front Desk Clerk had no other information. When I came down there in person with my luggage on the way out, she said there was no record of who had paid for my charges, only that it was by cash, then she handed me a sealed hotel-logo envelope. Afraid the considerable charges would turn up later on my credit card after it was too late to submit an expense reimbursement to my company, I asked to speak with the General Manager about this, but he was not immediately available. The airport shuttle bus was about to depart, and I had to catch my flight, so I dropped the matter when she gave me a copy of the zero-balance charge sheet, and rushed onto the van. I took a seat and opened the envelope, only to find inside twenty crisp one hundred dollar bills and a small package of cough drops called Silence Is Golden. 

Although I cannot prove it, I am certain that it was Bennett or his people who paid for my hotel bill and provided the two thousand dollars accompanied by the clever keep-quiet message. Frankly, I was grateful for the hush money, as he had opted for it instead of an alternative, less pleasant way of keeping me quiet, and who can't use an extra two grand? I used the money to go to Skip Barber's high performance automobile driving school, a pretty Republican thing to do. I think Bill would have approved.  

In a few weeks, I was back in the Second City at the same hotel on business again, and I just could not put the Bill Bennett incident out of my mind. I flipped through the Yellow Pages to "Escort Service." I was frankly surprised at how many there were, but, sure enough, there was one called Elegant Escort, so I called, pretending to be interested in a lady of the evening. Learning that it accepted cash and all major credit cards, I was given a price run-down for each of the levels and told that "Our most beautiful, top-tier girls are two thousand, which is ALL-inclusive (emphasis on 'ALL'). A gratuity is neither required nor expected but does ensure her availability should you subsequently request that particular escort." Well, this was enormously interesting information, but, they never mentioned anything specific about the escort "work" itself. Since they were so forthcoming, and I am the ever-inquisitive one, I pressed on. Saying I preferred Asian women and then describing to a tee what Bennett's "chink" looked like—detail below--I was told that they had a girl with the amusing and surely pseudonymous name Sucki-Fucki that fit my criteria exactly. Had to be the same girl.

Though my encounter with her had been brief, because she was so striking and close and I got views of her from front, side, and rear, I had stored sharp images of Sucki-Fucki in my mental file cabinet Women/Sizzling Hot/Chicago. Tall for a Japanese girl, she had straight, super-shiny jet-black hair hanging all the way down to an incredibly narrow waist. On her clear Miss Universe face were thin brows arching high over almond-shaped eyes nearly as dark as her hair, high cheekbones, and sensuous wet lips surrounding a bright, friendly smile. Her teeth were so perfect any orthodontist would have been proud to hang a photo of her in his office. She had a look that was at once exotic and familiar.

The night I saw her she had on a thin satin wrap-around dress, jade green, pulled tightly against an awesome physique with a sash tied in front, the fringed ends of which swished and dangled against her crotch in a seemingly come-hither gesture. Below the short hem emerged long, stalky legs, silky smooth like her slender arms, terminating in small, sexy feet inside open-toe high-heeled pumps the same jade color as her barely-there dress. In back, the flesh of muscular, round buns flexed alluringly beneath the glossy satin, as if to say, "Squeeze me, spank me, pull 'em apart and please me."

Now, if she had been like most girls from the Land of the Rising Sun, she would have had small breasts, but Sucki-Fucki was not at all typical. Baseball-size and, of course, bra-less, they stuck straight out and then turned a bit up toward hard, prominent nipples that strained against the thin satin dress, the plunging neck line of which barely covered them. So firm one might initially think they were implants, her orbs jiggled with every move and assumed countless pleasing shapes with each gesture of her arms, leaving no doubt they were natural wonders. Mouth-watering in their own right, they were also very close together, making for deep cleavage that veritably begged for a man's face--or other body part--to nestle between. Situated on a jutting rib cage over that tiny waist, her boobs appeared quite large, though they were actually in the medium range.

In her prime at about 25, Sucki-Fucki was, basically, a sexy young beauty with absolutely no room for improvement. Elegant Escort had certainly categorized her correctly as a "most beautiful, top-tier girl."

Curious, I asked the escort service representative just what "ALL-inclusive" meant with regard to Sucki-Fucki, and the friendly but careful answer was that her only limitations were "activities involving intense pain and serious corporal injury." Well, this was all extremely provocative to a good ol' boy from the Bible Belt like me, and my mental wheels began to spin ever faster. 

From my recent, previous hotel stay, I remembered the access code that took the elevator up to the restricted top floor. I could go up there during our seminar's mid-morning break--when housekeeping was cleaning rooms and the doors would be wide open—and duck into one of the suites to phone from there Elegant Escort for an afternoon date with Sucki-Fucki. This would not only give me a chance to scope out the entire floor, but, if the escort service had caller ID, they could see that I was phoning from their customer's regular Chicago place of lodging. I'd heard enough of Bennett's voice and practiced it telling this story that I could impersonate him well, and, knowing that he was a regular from his overheard "usual" comment, convincingly have the charges put on his standing account. I'd employ the old tape-across-the-striker trick as I left the suite to make sure I could get back in the room later. The seminar was over at lunch, and my flight didn't depart until late afternoon, so I would return to the room and have several hours up close and personal with the gorgeous Japanese escort. 

The top-floor suites in swanky hotels are seldom fully occupied on weekdays—that's why they put me in the Senator's Suite before. Even in the highly unlikely event they were fully booked, chances are very probable the guests are businessmen who would not be checking in until early evening, anyway. So I felt extremely confident that it would be no problem finding an unoccupied suite. When Sucki-Fucki showed up, I'd open the door in dark suite and tie, present myself as part of Bennett's party, and simply tell her that he had suddenly been called away on urgent government business. Already compensated whether she serviced him or someone else, she was unlikely to be suspicious since I was in a top-floor suite of his usual hotel. There was always the chance that she might recognize me from our brief meeting a few weeks before, but that I could use to my advantage by reinforcing the ruse and saying that I was with Bennett's entourage then, as well. Finally, with all loose ends tied up, I'd rip my and her clothes off, and we would get down to "business." She would probably appreciate that I did not suffer from Shrunken Jacuzzi Pee-Pee Syndrome.

But I was happily married and not about to do anything like that. The fact that I COULD made it a titillating fantasy, though.

Besides, the agency rep. said she was tied up and would not be available until the following day. Hmmm. Perhaps Bill Bennett was back in town up there on the top floor right then with Sucki-Fucki tied to his hotel bed. I wondered if it was just coincidence that the price of a top-notch Chicago prostitute was the same amount he thought it would take to keep me quiet. Given that the sums were equal, had he considered sending one directly to my room as a "silence-is-golden girl?" Now that's what I'd call room service! 



Room Service



I had just turned twenty two and was working in a local upscale hotel as a waiter in the restaurant. I checked the reservation list for lunch and noticed a familiar last name, James, a wealthy gentleman who had a gorgeous wife. Mrs. James was around thirty and her husband was much older then her. They stayed at the hotel twice a year on special occasions. I told the hostess I would like to serve that table today.

I was taking a order as the hostess came up to me and told me my special party was just seated at table five. As I approched table five I noticed Mrs. James was seated alone. I introduced myself and asked," Mrs. James, will Mr. James be joining you?" 

She looked up and smiled at me and said, "No, he'd rather play golf then have lunch with me." I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful face as I handed her the wine list. "I'd like a glass of chablis, and please, call me Kara." Mrs. James stood up and walked toward the ladies room. She was wearing a red halter dress which hung down about mid-thigh. Her blonde hair was tied up, and a beautiful diamond necklace hung from her neck highlighting the front of the dress. Her firm breasts, held up and outlined only by the silky material of the dress, bounced slightly as she strolled by. As she walked away I admired the back of her dress, open and low cut, revieling her golden brown tan from her neck down to the top of her little round ass. My eyes continued down to the hem of her short dress to her black stockings. She has great legs and knew just how to show them off. The outfit was completed with black ankle strap high heels.

I returned from the bar and as I poured the wine, Kara returned to the table, and as she sat down the hem of her dress rose up enough so I could see the lace tops of her stockings. As I looked up from her shapely legs, Mrs. James caught me looking, and gave me another smile. "You are very beautiful, your husband is a lucky man," I told her as I handed her the menu.

"Thank you, I bought this outfit hoping it would light a fire in that old man I'm married to," Mrs. James said jokingly.

"Well, you turned every man's head in this room when you walked by," I explained. As Mrs. James glanced through the menu, I waited patiently, enjoying the sight of her hard nipples projecting out from behind the thin silk fabric. Kara leaned forward handing me the menu which gave me a full view of her breasts as the halter top opened slightly. 

"I'll try the lobster,"she said. I placed the menu's in front of my expanding crotch and headed for the kitchen. I returned shortly with her meal and as she ate, I returned many times, giving her my best service and of course, hoping to get another glimp of Kara's great legs or tits. Mrs. James finished her meal and I returned asking if she would like dessert. "I would like a eclair, but I am to full to have it now. Could room service deliver it to my room in twenty minutes?", Mrs. James asked. 

" That will be no problem at all," I told her. Mrs. James handed me the payment for the check, with a great tip. As Kara slid forward to get out of her seat, her dress again rode up her thighs, giving me another great view of her legs." Thank you, and have a wonderful afternoon," I said, looking up into her eyes.

"Oh, I plan on it," she said with a mischieveous grin. I watched her leave, wondering how her husband could prefer golf over a romantic dinner with her. 

Fifteen minutes later my shift ended and I grabbed the packaged eclair ready to go to Mrs. James room. Up to the third floor and down the hall to room 306. I knocked lightly and Kara opened the door, still wearing the hot outfit she came to lunch in. Kara told me to put down the dessert and sit down. Sitting next to me, she picked up the eclair and opening her mouth wide, she took a bite from it. She finished chewing and we both looked at the end of the eclair as the filling started dripping out. Kara put her mouth to the open end and pushed her tongue into the custard. The sight of her tongue and lips covered in custard made my cock leak precum into my underwear. Kara put the eclair down and her hand explored the bulge in my pants as she wispered in my ear how her husband never wanted to have sex anymore and how she still loved it and needed it. I placed my lips on hers and both her hands worked quickly to release my belt, unzipping my fly and pulling my pants and underwear down. My stiff cock lunged forward as Kara pulled my shoes, pants, and underwear off.

Kara grabbed the dessert, and with a squeeze, filled her mouth with the custard. Leaning forward she dropped her mouth onto my hard cock. Slowly her lips slid up and down my shaft, coating me with the thick custard. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back enjoying her warm mouth as it worked at devouring my cock. I wanted to shoot my custard into her throat, but she had other plans for my cum. Kara removed her mouth and licked me clean. "My favorite dessert," said Kara as she came up to kiss me. I could taste the custard as she stuck her tongue in my mouth.

Kara stood up, took my hand and lead me toward the bed. She handed me three silk scarfs and said," I've always wanted to see what it would be like to be tied to the bed and made love to by a stranger." 

I was so horny, I would of done whatever she asked! I wrapped the first scarf around her head, covering her eyes. She laid back and put her hands toward the bed posts. I tied a scarf to each hand and secured them to the posts.

"How long before your husband gets back?",I ask.

"Not for another hour," she replied. " Don't worry, he may even enjoy it if he catches us."

Kara opened her legs and I could see her white lace panties. I could tell she was getting excited being blindfolded and tied to the bed by the tone of her voice. I couldn't believe I was about to make love to this beautiful creature. I stripped off my remaining clothes and climbed onto the bed between Kara's spread legs.

My hands went behind her neck and untied the knot holding up the top of her dress. The material rubbed against her hard nipples as I lowered the straps of the dress exposing her firm breasts. My hands grasped them as I lowered my mouth and started licking and sucking her nipples. As my mouth worked on her tits I rubbed up and down her slim, stocking clad legs, starting at her ankles and working up to her thighs. Finding the hem of her dress, I pulled it up to her waist, revealing her thigh high stockings and white lace underwear.

"Do you like my choice of stockings and panties?", Kara asked.

"I'll show you just how much," I replied. 

I moved further toward the end of the bed and my head went between her sweet legs. I traced around the elastic edge above the tops of Kara's stockings with my tongue, stopping every few seconds to lightly suck on the sensitive soft skin above her stockings. I stroked her beautiful legs with my hands as my tongue continued it's accent toward her panties. Slowly, I slid my tongue under the side of her panties and up the side of her swollen mound. I stopped stroking her legs and grabbed at the lace waistband of the panties. As Kara lifted her ass slightly, I pulled the panties down, getting my first glimps of her beautiful shaved pussy. I told her she had a great body as she lifted her feet toward the ceiling so I could remove the panties. I slid them up her long legs and over her heels, dropping them to the floor. 

"Finish what you started," Kara moaned as she lowered her feet and planted her heels into the bed, lifting her hot pussy toward me. I could see moisture between her pink slit as I lowered my face toward her crotch. As I licked up and down the sides of her hot pussy, I put my hand on her mound and used my fingers to spread her swollen pussy lips open. Into her narrow slit my tongue traveled, across her clit and back down toward her love hole. "Ohhhhh," Kara moaned as she lowered her ass down onto the bed and wrapped her sexy stocking clad legs around my neck. I plunged my tongue into Kara and tasted her sweet love juice. Flicking in and out, licking up and down her tiny slit, Kara started thrashing her legs about on my back. I moved back to her tiny clit, my tongue flicking at it while I tried to capture it between my lips. Each time my lips rolled over her little swollen nub, Kara trembled with excitement.

" I need your cock in me," Kara moaned, as she spread her legs wide open. I sat up and the head of my cock fall against her open pussy. Slowly, I rubbed the thick head of my cock up and down her pink slit, teasing her little orgasm switch. With each pass, I paused, and squeeezed out my lube on the opening of her tight wet hole. Pushing her hips off the bed, I dipped my cock into her. Inch by inch, I stretched her tight love hole open until I was completely imbedded in her. Slowly I pulled out to the tip and then slid it back in. Kara was so tight and hot, I knew it wouldn't be long before her pussy would milk my cock dry. I looked down between her legs enjoying the sight of my balls slapping against her ass as I pumped in and out. Kara's hips bucked up to meet each thrust, only to be met by my hips driving her back down into the mattress. Kara cried out,"Shoot your load in me!"

Kara felt my cock start to throb and swell within her, so she wrapped her beautiful legs up around my ass and pulled forward, sending my exploding cock into her womb. I reached under Kara's ass and pulled her up against my spasming cock buried deep in her. Feeling the spasms and the hot cum shooting inside her was more than she could take. I started pumping again, lubricating the walls of her tight pussy with my thick, slippery cum. I could feel Kara's ass muscle's tighten in my hands as her body started to shake, opening her internal cum gates. I lowered my body against her's and sucked on her neck as her body spasmed violently.

As our juices filled her pussy, my limp cock slowly was squeezed out of her tight love shaft. I sat up and could see cum running down her ass and across both thighs onto her stockings. Dazed and confused Kara laid there, still shaking from the hard fuck I gave her. I reached up and untied the blindfold and her hands. Kara rolled toward the side of the bed and I laid down, face up, in the middle. " Now its your turn,"she said, as she grabbed my hands and tied them to the bed post."No blindfold for you, I want you to see what I'm going to do to you!" Kara exclaimed.

Kara sat up and unbuckled the straps of her heels. Sliding them off her feet, she dropped them over the side of the bed. I watched as she stood up and pulled the dress over her head, dropping it to the floor. Only left in her stockings, Kara climbed up onto the bed. She reached over and put her dainty hand around my limp cock and as she started stoking it, Kara raised her leg over me, and sat her hot ass on my upper legs. Kara released her grip on my semi erect cock and reached between her legs, catching our juice from her dripping gash. Wrapping her slick hand around my cock I watched her cum covered hand bring it back to life. "It's almost ready," Kara said as her light grip slid up and down my shaft. 

Kara raised herself up onto her knees and moved forward aligning her wet pussy and my revived hard cock. Slowly she lowered herself onto me until all I saw was her pussy lips resting against the drooping sack between my legs. Up and down her beautiful body went, tits bouncing as she rode my pole. She went to high and my throbbing cock fell out of her. Pushing her wet gash down against my hardness, I watched as my thick cock head rode in the pink slot between her lovely pussy lips, stimulating her clit, each time Kara slid forward and back."Ohhhhhhh, I'm going to cum!" Kara cried.

Closing her eyes, she reached down and grabbed the base of my cock, pushing it up against her clit as her body started to shake and buck. I could see my cock covered with cum as she pushed it back into her love tunnel. Kara's orgasm continued as she rode hard, like she was riding a wild horse. The bed shook and I watched Kara's tits bounce as I pushed up and shot another load of fresh brewed cum into her. Pulling herself off my squirting cock, Kara moved forward and sat, legs spread, upon my chest. As Kara untied my hands, I watched the thick cum drip out of her bare pussy onto my skin. It had to be one of the most erotic sites I've ever seen. Kara leaned forward and kissed me, then climbed off the bed and headed for the shower." I really enjoyed my dessert!", Kara exclaimed, looking over her shoulder.

She closed the bathroom door and I got dressed and left the room, only to meet Mr. James coming off the elevator. I thought to myself, what a fool!



Room Service



It doesn't matter how comfortable the seats are, or how good the service is, twelve hours is far too long to spend on an aeroplane. Couple the long flight with moving nine time zones eastwards and I felt wrecked. My body was telling me it was time for bed, but the airport clocks were saying it was still early afternoon. Its just a short taxi ride to the hotel, then I could have a beer, a sleep and prepare myself for the week's work ahead, that was after all the reason I had travelled almost half way around the globe in the first place.

The hotel room was well appointed, the bed was big and comfortable, and the air conditioning was efficiently converting the tropical heat of the city outside into something much closer to the temperatures to which I was accustomed, but sleep evaded me. This often happens to me after a long journey, as much as I wanted to sleep my body and mind just refused to cooperate. With nothing better to do I began to idly flick through the hotel directory, my eye lighted upon an entry for a massage service. Excellent, a good massage is the very thing I need to get me to relax. I dialled the number given, made my enquiry and was told that the masseuse would be with me in about a quarter on an hour; just enough time to take a shower before she would arrive.

I was just drying myself off when there was a quiet knock on the door; I wrapped my towel around my waist and opened the door. Outside was a moderately attractive Chinese looking lady wearing a very unattractive pale pink overall emblazoned with the hotel logo.

"Massage sir?" she asked.

"Yes" I replied letting her in. 

Once inside, she went straight into the bathroom and fetched a dry towel which she laid out on the bed then invited me to lie down on my front. Dropping the towel from around my waist I complied. I was mildly surprised and amused when she picked up the towel that I had dropped and laid it over me, so as to preserve my modesty. Once this was done she then knelt on the bed beside me and started work on my shoulders and my neck. 

After several minutes of having my neck, shoulders and back kneaded and pummelled by my masseuse's skilful hands I was feeling totally relaxed and had drifted off into that warm haze somewhere between sleeping and wakefulness. Now she had moved her attention to my legs, starting with my feet then my calves. I offered no resistance as my legs where lifted and pulled this way and that so she could work her special magic on my tired aching muscles. 

Only when she started working on my thighs and buttocks did I become aware of a subtle change in her technique. My legs were spread and she was kneeling between them. With long firm strokes she repeatedly worked up each thigh then kneaded my buttocks, but these firm business like actions were increasingly interposed with feather light caresses moving higher and higher up my sensitive inner thighs. Several times her fingers brushed across my scrotum in a way that suggested that these touches where much more than simply accidental, or incidental to the main business of my massage. By now there was one part of my body that was far from fully relaxed. When I lifted my hips from the bed to ease the discomfort caused by my compressed and growing erection her hand slipped quickly under me and for a moment she stroked and caressed my swollen member. My penis twitched in her hand and I let out a long low sigh of pleasure, in an instant her hand was gone. Quickly she climbed off the bed and was holding the towel up like a screen and saying. 

"Turn over now please". 

I rolled over, and she, seeming to ignore what had just passed, draped the towel back over me and knelt astride me, then settled back so her bottom rested lightly on the tops of my thighs. Her overall was pulled up to reveal her legs, and by lifting my head I could just glimpse the dark space between them. 

She lent forward and began to massage my shoulders. As she did so I was afforded another tantalising view, this time of her cleavage. 

"You like Asian ladies?"

She spoke very quietly, and with her strong accent it took me a moment to work out what she had said. Realisation dawned as to what might be coming next, and my swollen flesh began to throb under the tightly stretched towel beneath which it was trapped.

"Yes" I replied in the same low tone

She sat back on her haunches nodded and then looking directly at me for the first time since entering the room, and asserted quite firmly 

"I am good girl, not like girls in Gaylang or Orchard Centre." 

Lowering her eyes coyly she continued much more quietly.

" But you nice man, you not try grab me like other men. You make me nice tip for extra special massage maybe?"  

It was not the first time I had been propositioned like this. I knew how to play the game. 

"All the way?"

I asked quietly, she just nodded her assent. So I continued.

"So how much do other nice men tip you", 

"Two hundred dollar." 

Her reply was so quiet to be almost inaudible. I made a swift calculation of how much local cash I had in my wallet and of the exchange rate; the price was reasonable.

"Ok" I told her. 

"One moment please"

She got up from the bed and went to the room door; there was a soft chink of metal as she slipped the security chain into place. 

I sat myself up on the bed, and she stood in front of me swiftly unbuttoning her ugly pink overall. That garment soon fell to the floor and revealed the small black lacy bra and thong set that she wore underneath. Barefoot, her shoes discarded before she had commenced the massage, she gave a little twirl and reaching up released the clip that held her hair so it tumbled long, black and luxuriant over her shoulders. She looked taller and slimmer without that overall. Her long shapely legs supported a tight slim bottom. Her pert round breasts seemed to be begging for release from the captivity of her slightly undersized bra, dark nipples clearly visible through the translucent material. And at her crotch a little tuft of black pubic hair equally visible through her flimsy thong.  

With the action of sitting up the towel had moved so that now the very tip of my penis just poked above the edge of the material. She pointed and giggled. 

"I think he enjoy the view too"

Then she bade me lie back down and readjusted the towel saying.

"First I finish massage then we have fun"

She resumed the position she had been in before disrobing and began again to massage my shoulders. Now her touch was lighter intended more to stimulate than relax. Her fingers travelled lightly over my upper body caressing and exciting me. From time to time she dragged her nails across my nipples so they soon became hard and sensitive. The towel that was no longer tightly stretched across my body moved as she moved brushing against the swollen head of my penis still further increasing my arousal. 

At first I lay back with my eyes closed, letting the waves of pleasure that she induced wash over me, with only low moans and quiet sighs occasionally escaping from my lips. But almost by themselves my hands sought to return the pleasure that her hands were giving me. At first they rested on her thighs stroking and caressing her warm smooth flesh, but then, as if being called, they travelled up her body, eventually finding their goal, her breasts. I gently squeezed and massaged those luscious orbs through her bra until her nipples began to swell and stiffen, their hardness drilling into my palms. 

When I reached behind her to release the catch of her bra her hands immediately dropped away from me so I could divest her of that garment without fuss. Revealed in their full glory her breasts stood firm and proud upon her chest, it was obvious that she only wore a bra out of convention, as there was not even the slightest hint of sag when it was removed. At the summit of each of these glorious fleshy hills standing like twin monoliths were her long hard dark nipples. Such beauty demanded proper adoration, gently but firmly I pushed her down so she lay flat on the bed, then kneeling over her and cupping a breast in each hand, my mouth fell to licking and sucking each of her nipples in turn. 

My efforts were quickly rewarded by a low moan of pleasure. One of her hands rested on the back of my head, the other snaked between our bodies. Finding my penis she stroked and squeezed my rigid flesh, so I too soon began to sigh and moan with pleasure. 


I released a hand from pleasuring her breasts and my fingers set out to explore further this garden of oriental delights. My hand first ran down her flank, over her hip and down the outside of her thigh. Then as it began to retrace its journey her legs parted offering free access to the seat of her sex. The narrow crotch of her thong was already moist and beginning to disappear between the fleshy folds of her outer labia, which were swelling and becoming engorged with the blood of her arousal. Easily my finger slipped under that material covering and started to explore the outer regions of her warm moist cleft. Soon I had found the slightly raised nub of her clitoris. 

Now working with two fingers I stroked that little bud so it began to swell and harden. Alternating between firm pressure and soft teasing I was able to control the ebb and flow of her growing arousal. I matched the actions of my fingers at her crotch with the attention my mouth and other hand were paying her pebble hard nipples. Her sighs and moans were becoming louder and more frequent, her hips thrusting up to meet the pressure from my fingers. Her small hand tugged on the hot swollen flesh of my manhood with increased urgency as she hovered on the edge of orgasm. 

Suddenly she released my cock and with both hands was pushing on my head, urging me to move down her body. Reluctant as I was to leave her breasts, I gave in to her demands. Slowly I moved down her body dragging my tongue over the smooth quivering flesh of her taught belly until my lips alighted upon her fur covered mound. While I moved my head my hands grasped the waist band of her thong easing it down her legs until it joined the meagre heap of her other clothing on the floor. 

I rocked back onto my heels, before continuing. I wanted to take another look at this, now fully naked, young oriental woman sprawled across my hotel bed. Her eyes were half closed, her tongue darted in and out of her mouth, moistening her lips between deep ragged breaths. Her breasts and nipples still stood proud, rising and falling with each breath she took. She shuddered when I touched her. With a hand under each knee I raised and parted her legs so she was fully exposed. The little black tuft that surmounted her mound was the only pubic hair she had, between her legs was smooth and bare. Her dark outer lips were swollen and open revealing the coral pink of her inner flesh.

As she lay before me exposed and venerable, a traitor thought elbowed its way into my consciousness. She was only a whore and I had bought her body for my pleasure; I could just fuck her, give her her money and kick her out of the door with no regard for her orgasm for which she now begged. Or worse, fuck her then refuse to pay her threatening to report her to the hotel management, knowing she would loose her job and be reported to the police, if she made a fuss...  

But the woman lying in front of me was no street whore, no tired hag soliciting from dark doorways for a quick fuck. Her moans of pleasure and her arousal were genuine, not the simulated porno film moaning intended only to encourage the John to get on with it and get out...

Away from the world of doorway knee-tremblers, even between whore and client there must exist some contract of trust. Besides, the very words she used to induce me to part with my money had a ring of truth to them. I am a nice man, and giving her pleasure will serve to increase the pleasure I get in return. No, she is no common whore, she deserves better than to be treated like one. 

She looks up at me. I see the question in her eyes. Why have I stopped? Why am I denying her the release of her orgasm she so desperately needs?

I lean forwards running my tongue down the inside of her thigh as I move. She sighs and shudders at my touch. I push my hands beneath her grasping her round buttocks then shuffling backwards pulling her to the edge of the bed. I am now kneeling on the floor her most intimate flesh is fully exposed to me, only inches from my face. The scent of her fills my nostrils, no heavy cloying manufactured perfume here, she smells fresh and sweet only the barest hint of muskiness betrays her arousal. I lick my lips in anticipation of the feast I am about to enjoy. Her body calls out to me, the glistening, fleshy, swollen folds of her outer labia, and the coral pink of her inner flesh. The yet paler pink of the tip of her clitoris now peeking almost bashfully from under it hood. Even the dark pucker of her anus calls out to be explored and pleasured. 

I bend to my task, for the moment avoiding those regions that want so much to be touched. Softly I brush my lips along the very tops of her thighs, plant kisses in the folds of her groin. Even lightly flick with the tip of my tongue at the point at which the swell of her buttocks fold in for form cleft of her bottom. The coarse black hair of her pubis scratches my nose and lips when I plant generous kisses there. So near yet so far, I continue this exquisite torture for as long as we both can stand it. 

Her breathing is heavy, slightly ragged. Her sighs and quiet moans encourage my efforts to pleasure her. Her hips are thrusting and rocking from side to side, but still I manage to avoid touching the place she so desperately wants to be touched. Her hands go to my head, fingers entangled in my hair trying to pull me to where she wants me, but I stop, push her hands away from me and sit back from her. 

"Please, please" 

She whimpers, begging me to continue. She is almost sobbing. So near yet so far... 

I relent, and moving back towards her, I lift her legs onto my shoulders. Extending my tongue I press it into he cleft between her buttocks, then slowly deliberately draw it over her flesh. First I find the tight pucker of her anus, with its slight salty taste. I press it tip of my tongue against it, causing her again to whimper and cry out. But this is merely an hors d'œuvre. Now I am torturing my self as well as her with my deliberate slowness. 

Another pause, then I move on seeking out the plat principal of this delicious repast. With the very lightest of touches I first encounter the taste of her, just enough to let the tangy savour infuse across my tongue. She tries to thrust her hips at me, to hurry me on, but I hold her firmly, for the moment, at least, I dictate the pace. Yet, by now neither can I hold back any longer. I thrust my tongue forwards, penetrating the hot moist folds of her waiting flesh. The lips of my mouth engage the lips of her pussy, joining in a long, slow, deep, passionate kiss. My mouth is filled with the tangy flavour of her, her juices flow freely and eagerly I lap them up. 

Her breathing changes again, the time of agonising anticipation has passed. The tension in her body has changed, no longer held back on very the edge of the precipice, but still not quite in the freefall of orgasm. Now she is stepping back from the edge, bracing her self for the run up that will launch her into flight.

Sensing the change in her I know that I have tortured her long enough, now I must deliver that which my actions have promised. I close my lips into a tight pucker, concentrating my attentions on the very nub and root of her arousal, that tiny spot which is also the key to her release. I suck hard on her swollen and exposed clitoris, flicking my tongue over its very tip as I suck. I shift my position slightly so my fingers can join in the final assault. The entrance is open, but she is small and tight, one finger slips in with little resistance, but two take time and patience. 

With two fingers now deep inside her I twist and turn them, then curling them back I find what I have been seeking; that small, spongy swelling, her g-spot. She had stopped and held her self still allowing my fingers ready access to her body, but how the second wave of my invading force was in place the breaks came off. As I found that magic spot and began to massage it a low almost animal growl erupted from her mouth. 

Now the run-up had begun in earnest, as the moment of release came closer and closer, her moans and cries got louder and shriller. She thrashed about the bed so that I had difficulty keeping my mouth and fingers working their spell upon her. Then it came, she began to shake uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic spasms gripped her. Her inner muscles clamped down almost crushing my fingers inside her, making me yelp with pain. She fell strangely quiet, but lay there twitching violently as if someone was sending great jolts of electricity through her body. 

The moment of climax had peaked, the spasms were subsiding; her hands were again on my head, not pulling me towards her now, but pushing me away. I know that in some women that intense wave of pleasure can quickly turn to pain. I released her, with drew my fingers from inside her body. I placed the lightest kiss upon her pubic mound, and gently caressed her legs and sides with the very tips of my fingers, but even these lightest of touches caused her to shudder. 

Soon she had become calmer, her breathing slowed and a beautiful smile spread across her lips. Now it was my turn, I wanted to take dessert, my own sweet release. But as I moved to reposition myself for this concluding act two things happened. First the slow realisation that while all my energies where focused on giving her pleasure, my own frail, neglected flesh had wilted and now hung limp and pathetic between my legs. The second, as my leg brushed against hers she realised my intentions.

"No, no, wait" 

She cried out and wriggled with surprising speed away from me. Franticly she sort out then rummaged through the small bag the she had be carrying when she first arrived. With a small flourish she produced a square foil package. Of course, how stupid of me to forget, safety first! 

It was then she noticed the sad state of my once proud penis. She clicked her tongue and an expression of sad disappointment passed across her face. Then she brightened.

"Never mind" she said "we soon make him proud again" 

Control of the situation had now passed back to her. She had me lie back on the bed and gently massaged my wilted flesh until once more it began to swell and grow hard. She knelt beside me and leaned over me, her long hair brushed against my thighs as her face move closer to my renewed erection. A sudden shock as a stream of cold air passed over my hot and sensitised flesh, I almost jumped. An old and delightful trick that I had experienced too few times in my life before, she was blowing on me. The sudden coolness served to increase the blood flow, the compensating inner heat causing my manhood to stand even harder and more proud. 

First cold, then heat: a single long stroke of her tongue passed over my shaft, and then soft lips engulfed my glans. A gentle suction, a swirl of the tongue over that most sensitive part of my body, then the pleasure was removed. Soft kisses where placed on my thighs and close to the base of my shaft. This woman was an artist, but there was also something else. Something that caused me to laugh,

"You paying me back now?" 

"Yes" she giggled " You naughty man you tease me long time make me wait for my cum. But time short now, I must go soon or be in trouble with boss" 

With that she picked up the foil package from where she had put it on the bed, ripped it open and rolled the condom onto my penis. Moving quickly now, giving me no choice on how things should proceed she squatted over me. Grabbing my shaft with her hand, first she rubbed the tip over her moist flesh, and then bore down on me pushing my flesh inside of hers. She winced as I entered her,




Room Service



"You big man, you fill my little pussy good." 

I'm not going to brag and say I am generously endowed in that department, about average I would say by European standards, but perhaps somewhat larger than an average Asian man. She struggled a little to accommodate my girth, but soon her flesh fully engulfed mine. Her pubic bone pressed hard against mine as she leaned forwards and bracing her arms against my chest she rode me hard and fast. 

This was not a bouncy ride with my cock thrusting in and out of the pussy, her body was pressed hard down against me, with my cock locked deep inside her, moving back and forth, her strong inner muscles squeezing and milking me. She wanted me to cum, and she wanted me to cum fast. For her, at least, now it was a matter of urgency.

With this kind of treatment I had little or no chance of holding back. Very soon my breathing became hard as I felt the pressure building inside me. I thrust my hips up, bodily lifting her from the bed, but still she bore down on me, now with even more urgency. With a long deep sigh I gave into the inevitable, my cock was filled with fire, then the sweet joy of release as my juice pumped out of me. I shook with the ecstasy of orgasm. Still she rode me, slowing now, coaxing, milking me dry, and draining my balls of all they had to give.

Drained and sated I began to drift towards sleep, but at this moment sleep was not allowed. She kissed my lightly on the forehead, and with a deft move of her hand to make sure the condom didn't slip off before she wanted it to, parted our bodies. 

She stood, and taking my hand pulled me off the bed too, then gathering up the towels lead me towards the bathroom. We showered together; first she washed me, and then herself, also discretely disposing of the used rubber somewhere during the process. 

Clean and refreshed we returned to the bedroom, she to dress, and me to rest. As she gathered her things I signed the slip for the official part of my massage and found the money for her tip. These notes I folded and tucked under her bra strap, which caused her to treat me to another of her delightful giggles. 

Dressed, primly covered once again in that terrible overall she checked that all was in order before the last, oddly formal, act of our liaison. She bowed to me and with outstretched hands, fingers and thumbs delicately holding two corners she presented me with a business card. I accepted her card and returned her bow with a nod, as is correct. 

"If you want more massage you ask for me, yes?"

With a smile, and the merest hint of a wink, she turned and slipped out of the room. 

Left alone again I turned her card in my hands, on the back was a hand written note "for a special nice man xxx" and a phone number. I hope my work schedule allows me time for another massage, and perhaps next time without having to pay the hotel's charges and more importantly without their time restrictions.



Room Service



The author has used a little poetic licence and no mention of contraception is made in this story. It goes without saying that no casual encounter should occur unless a condom is worn. The author does not condone irresponsible sexual behaviour.

Chloe twisted around in front of the mirror, appraising her figure with a critical expression on her face. A petite girl with shoulder length auburn hair and creamy pale skin stared back at her. She was wearing a pin striped black bra, delicately edged with white lace. Complementing it were a matching thong and suspender belt with sheer black lace topped stockings. She turned and stepped into a smart black skirt, a slinky black vest top and threw a pretty jacket on that was deep purple with a floral pattern. Knee high black leather boots completed the look. Chloe ran a brush through her hair and made up her face with smoky dark eyes and a deep plum gloss slicked over her lips. Finally, she placed around her neck a thin, white gold chain bearing a little heart shaped padlock pendant bearing the letter 'B.'

Chloe was visiting her partner Ben, who was away on a training trip for the software company he worked for. It was a week long course and he had been away for three nights. Chloe had missed him so much but tonight she was travelling to his hotel in order to stay with him there. He had requested that she bring certain things from their toybag so she knew that she was in for a night of fun. She double checked her backpack before pulling on a knee length coat in charcoal wool. Her mobile phone beeped importantly at her from the depths of her handbag. After a few moments search, she retrieved it and read the message. It was from Ben.

"Can't wait till you get here. Let me know when you're on the train. I have a surprise for you."

Chloe grabbed her keys and hurried off to catch her train. She didn't want to be late.

Ben met her at the station and they walked back to the hotel hand in hand. Dusk was falling and the sunset cast a pleasant glow as they wandered lazily. Ben paused and pulled her in for a kiss, placing his hand behind her head and holding her still until he had finished reacquainting himself with her mouth.

Ben was six feet tall, a foot taller than she was. He was broad shouldered and solidly built with fair skin, a shaved head and a short, auburn beard and moustache. He had a full, sensual mouth and intriguing eyes that were a mixture of grey, hazel and green. He was in his work uniform; pinstriped trousers, black shirt and a silver-grey tie. He wore a black jacket.

The hotel room was bright and clean. Chloe put her bag down and removed her coat. Ben crossed over to the window and drew the curtains. He switched on a small lamp beside the bed but left the rest of the room in darkness. Chloe walked over to kiss him and they embraced for a long moment. Ben looked down at her and spoke softly.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to head down for dinner yet?" 

"That would be lovely." She replied. The look in Ben's eyes darkened and he placed a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to kneel on the floor. She was still smiling.

"You'll be hungry for this then." Ben said. Chloe pressed her face to the crotch of his trousers and inhaled his scent; she rubbed herself along the outline of his erection. Ben opened his flies and allowed his trousers to fall down. Chloe pulled his black boxers slowly over his cock and dragged them down to his knees. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her in towards him.

Chloe licked lazily along the length of his shaft, teasing around the tip. Once his dick was coated in saliva she licked her own lips and slid it into her mouth. Ben kept his hand in her hair but allowed her to control the depth and pace with which she sucked him. Chloe closed her eyes and settled into a rhythm that would fire him up slowly.

"Have you missed my cock?" He enquired. Chloe merely moaned in the affirmative onto his shaft, eliciting a soft groan from him. Ben started to thrust gently, forcing her to deepen her strokes.

"Good, because you're going to be seeing a lot of it." He instructed her to use her hand on the base of his cock and her other hand moved up to cup and stroke his balls. His thrusts quickened and Chloe increased her speed, matching him. She sucked harder, intensifying his pleasure until he gripped her head to hold it still and withdrew until his cockhead was just inside her mouth. His cock pulsed and then spurted hot spunk into her mouth, feeding her just as he had promised. She flickered her tongue over the head as he came.

When he was done, Ben withdrew and pulled Chloe to her feet. She opened her mouth to show him the load of warm spunk she was holding there. He stared at her.

"Swallow." He said and as Chloe drank down his semen, his hand ran over her throat, feeling it go down. Then his grip tightened and his lips crashed down on hers in a deep, possessive kiss. He choked her as his tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her all over again. By the time he pulled away and released her Chloe was left gasping for air.

She knelt again and Ben stepped forwards to push his flaccid cock back into her mouth. Chloe gently cleaned him of any trace of semen and when she had finished, he moved away and dressed again.

Chloe wandered into the bathroom and washed her face, re-applying her make up where necessary. She smoothed her thick, curly hair from where Ben had been twisting his fist in it. He walked in behind her and she watched his progress in the mirror.

"Ready?" He had made no mention of the surprise he had promised in his text and Chloe knew better than to ask. She turned to him and smiled.

"Ready."

They walked down to the hotel restaurant. The waiter who greeted them fussed over Chloe and showed them to a table in a corner. It was right beside the door that the waiting staff went in and out of the kitchen through. Chloe surveyed the half empty restaurant for a better table. She turned to Ben to suggest that they move elsewhere but he was already sitting down. She bit her tongue and followed suit. The waiter, a tall man of mixed race, pulled a chair out for her and handed her a menu.

They ordered a bottle of red wine. Ben asked Chloe if she had brought all the toys that he had instructed her to. Chloe blushed as they were only feet from the kitchen and from a young waitress who was balancing a loaded tray on her arm inexpertly. He held her gaze, awaiting an answer to his question.

"Yes Mas..." Chloe caught herself and then continued. "I brought handcuffs, my collar and leash, a buttplug, some lube, a paddle and the flogger."

The waiter reappeared with their wine and Chloe was mortified. She sat there uncomfortably while the bottle was opened and Ben tasted the wine. Finally, the waiter poured wine for both of them and departed. Ben smiled at her reassuringly across the table. 

"I trust you're suitably dressed for me under those clothes?"

"Yes." Chloe replied. She half expected Ben to demand a detailed description but thankfully he changed the subject and started talking about his training and how well he got on with the guy teaching him a new software system. Slowly, Chloe relaxed.

As well as being beside the kitchen door, along the opposite wall they had a view through to the hotel bar. As Chloe looked around she saw a man sat at the bar with a pint of lager. She couldn't tell how tall he was but he had sandy hair and blue eyes. He smiled and raised his glass to her. Embarrassed, Chloe gave a slight smile purely through politeness and turned resolutely back to Ben. Thankfully, he had been reading the menu and hadn't noticed.

The waiter returned and they ordered their meals. In due course their food arrived and they managed to progress through the meal like a normal couple. Chloe talked about what she had been up to the last few days. The meal went very smoothly as they had plenty to talk about. The service was very good and Chloe hardly noticed the empty plates disappearing. When they had finished, Ben charged the meal to their room and they wandered upstairs. Chloe began to get excited. She wondered what her surprise would be.

Ben had her lay the toys out at the foot of the bed and then told her to strip to her underwear. Chloe obeyed, watching Ben as he feasted his eyes on her new lingerie and her slim figure. When she bent to unzip her boots he stopped her. He picked up her collar and fastened her into it. Then he padlocked her into her handcuffs. They were black leather, to match her studded collar and had a chrome bar connecting them that could be unclipped at will to free her hands. 

He had Chloe kneel on the bed with her hands secured behind her back. He pulled down on the leash fastened to her collar at the back of her neck, forcing her back to arch painfully. With his free hand he pulled down her bra cups, sucking and nibbling on her nipples.

"You are so fucking sexy my pet. Do you have any idea how much I love you?" Chloe moaned as he bit down on a hard nipple. 

"I love you too Master." She replied. Ben pushed his hand into her thong, pressing a finger into her pussy. She was already very wet from anticipation. He withdrew his finger and sucked it.

"How much of a filthy little slut are you?" Chloe smiled as he released his hold on her leash and allowed her to straighten her spine. She looked him in the eye as she responded.

"I will always be your filthy little slut, Master. You know you can use me however you please." Ben smiled at her reply and kissed her, letting her taste her juices.

"You exist to do anything I command you to, correct?"

"Yes Master."

"You're wondering what your surprise is, aren't you?" Ben picked up the blindfold and placed it over her eyes, checking to ensure she could see nothing. "I am going to fulfil one of your darkest fantasies." Ben moved her bra up over her breasts again and told her to present herself; arching her back and keeping her legs spread. Chloe heard him move away to sit in a chair. The television was switched on.

Time passed, she wasn't sure how much time it was. She could hear that Master was watching Top Gear. He was ignoring her. Presently, he left the room.

A few minutes later he returned and she could hear the rattle of ice cubes in a glass. He crossed to the bed and picked up her leash.

"I think your dinner should have settled and you must need a change of position now." Ben guided Chloe across the room and unclipped her handcuffs. He had her get on all fours on the floor. She heard him sit and her head was pulled up by the hair. He placed a cold glass to her lips and she drank; whiskey and coke. He let go of her and then his feet settled across her back. He was using her as a footstool. 

Before long, the television programme finished and Ben turned the set off. He pulled Chloe to her feet and walked her over to the bed again. She got up onto it and arranged herself on all fours; back arched, ass in the air. Ben moved towards the toys and then her thong was pulled down. Without warning he shoved a lubricated buttplug into her completely unprepared asshole. She gasped and squirmed. Ben pulled her thong back into place and then gripped her chin in her hands, growling into the side of her face.

"No squirming. You will behave faultlessly. I have a special surprise all planned for you and you will endeavour to deserve it."

"Yes Master. I'm sorry." Chloe stayed still and felt her ass adjusting to the buttplug, moulding round it and drawing it in. She was starting to get wet again. Ben pulled her up onto her knees by her leash and fastened to cuffs behind her back again. Chloe's mind span as she wondered what he had planned for her.

Just at that moment, there was a knock at the door. Ben must have ordered some room service, maybe some champagne with ice? Chloe listened intently. Footsteps came into the room, heavy male footsteps. Chloe's breathing quickened at the thought of being exposed like this to another man. Ben's voice cut into her fevered thoughts.

"This is my slave."

That was all he said. Chloe heard one of them approach her but wasn't sure which. She was trembling with the effort of being obedient and staying still. A hand slipped from her cheek, down over her breasts and into her thong. It cupped her pussy, feeling her moist heat. His scent was different. This was not her Master. Chloe stayed perfectly still.

"I could fuck this for a while. Soaking wet already." Chloe bristled inside at being referred to as 'this.' It was deliciously humiliating though. To this man she was literally nothing more than so many orifices. He withdrew his hand and pushed it into her mouth. She cleaned it for him. Ben spoke again.

"It's tight though, and a fantastic little cocksucker." Ben moved to stand beside the bed and he grabbed her by the hair, turning her head towards where she assumed the other man was. "Tell this man what a little slut you are and how often you fantasise about being used like this."

"I do. I... I fantasise about it all the time." Chloe was almost stammering with fear. Ben spoke again.

"You will address him as Sir."

"Yes Master. I fantasise about it all the time, Sir."

"You will serve this man as though he were me. If you're less than enthusiastic, if you show me up, I'll flog you into the middle of next week."

"Yes Master." Ben let go of her hair and she heard him walk to the door. It opened.

"Its safeword is 'red.' Enjoy." The door closed.

Chloe was speechless. Who the fuck had Master left her with? She thought of yelling her safeword but Master would be disappointed and she didn't even know if this man would take any notice. She tried to force down her rising panic. Master would not leave her alone with someone he didn't trust. Her eyes pricked with sudden tears at being abandoned so callously. 

The stranger stroked her hair and then his hands moved down to her bra.

"Let's see what I've got." He said, removing the bra and cupping her pert, B cup breasts, pale fleshed and topped with delicate pink nipples. He stroked and groped them before lowering his head to take one into his mouth. He moaned softly and sucked on it, gentle at first and then harder. He pinched and twisted the other nipple, making Chloe moan and arch her back. "Mmmm, a responsive little bitch. Bet its screams are just as pretty." He dug his nails into the flesh around the twisted nipple. Chloe cried out softly but was careful to stay still.

Chloe decided that if this man was going to fuck her, she may as well endeavour to enjoy it and take up her issues with her Master later. The fear began to dissolve into anticipation and she relaxed a little. Now that she had come to a decision, she was looking forward to seeing what this man did.

The man unclipped her cuffs and moved her back onto all fours. She heard his flies open and a hard cock pressed against her cheek. He was stroking her hair again. He pushed his cock into her mouth, sliding it in slowly but determinedly as far as it would go. 

"Suck me." He instructed. Chloe started moving her mouth over him, caressing his dick with her tongue.

"Whack!" A blow from the paddle stung her backside. The man started raining blows on her as she sucked his cock. Chloe was spurred to move faster over his dick. He began to thrust into her mouth, holding her head with his free hand.

"Wonder how much dick it can take?" He said, thrusting against her gag reflex and moaning when she coughed and spluttered. He rammed into her throat and held her head still, asphyxiating her. He was still paddling her poor ass. After what seemed an eternity, he withdrew.

Chloe was cuffed again and pushed onto her back. He pulled off her thong and ran his fingers over her pussy. Then she felt his mouth sliding over her, his tongue flickering over her clit. Obviously he didn't know her body as well as her Master did but it was very pleasurable nonetheless. He reached under her and grabbed her red, sore buttocks, drawing her deeper into his mouth as he went down on her. He moved the buttplug in and out of her ass, fucking her with it.

Chloe began to feel the familiar rise of sensation that heralded an orgasm. She was arching against his face helplessly. He took his cue and increased the speed and pressure of his ministrations to her clit.

"Sir, I am going to come soon. Please Sir." She felt him smile against her sex. He gave her clit a single hard suck that didn't quite send her over the edge. Then he stopped.

"You're going to come all over my cock." He said matter of factly. Chloe gasped quietly. So this was it. He really was going to have sex with her. It was all completely surreal.

He put her on her knees and held her up by the hair as he pressed his cock against the opening to her vagina. With the plug still insitu she knew she would be tight. He moaned as he pushed into her body. She moaned with him, feeling her pussy stretch around his unfamiliar girth. He started to thrust, slow and deep, exploring her.

A hand grabbed her chin and forced her head back. It slipped around her throat and squeezed. Her blindfold was lifted and she blinked up into the face of her Master.

"You fucking slut. You enjoying yourself, getting fucked by a stranger?" The man behind her gripped her hips and increased his speed.

"Lovely little cunt." He interjected.

"When did you come back Master?" Chloe asked breathlessly.

"I never left. I've been watching you whore yourself out for me." Ben replaced her blindfold and let go of her chin. She heard him remove his clothes and then he shoved his cock into her mouth. He gripped her head and facefucked her. 

The feeling of having a cock in both her cunt and mouth was incredible. She was buffeted between the two men as they both sought to get as deep inside her as they could. Her hands were still cuffed and she was completely at their mercy. The stranger was holding her by her elbows. She was rendered almost totally immobile. Her orgasm rose up inside her and her hips began to buck erratically. Ben dripped filth into her ear.

"This is what you wanted. This is what you fantasised about and now you're going to get it. You're going to come all over a total stranger's cock while I fuck your face like the worthless little slut you are. Then we're going to fuck your cunt and ass. We are going to rip you in two and I'd better not hear a single sound of complaint. Now fucking come for me." 

He yanked her onto his cock and rammed himself into her throat, preventing her from breathing. The other man started spanking her sore ass and drilled into her cunt as though he was trying to fuck his way right through her. Chloe completely exploded.

The force of her orgasm ripped through her and it was all the stronger because she was incapable of movement. She shook uncontrollably, emitting a silent scream that merely served to allow Master to force himself even deeper into her. Her cunt rippled around the man's cock, milking it as he thrust and he groaned in pleasure, gripping her buttocks and holding his dick still so he could enjoy the sensation. One of his hands moved under her to squeeze and twist a nipple. Chloe was gone, catapulted into nirvana.

Master had withdrawn from her and was slapping her face. She was hanging limply from something. Then she felt a penis leave her vagina. The other man was holding her up by her bound arms.

"Get back here you useless little bitch." Ben demanded between slaps. "We're not nearly fucking done with you."

Chloe opened her eyes. Nothing happened. She raised her head slowly. Her sight returned in a blaze of lamplight as the blindfold was ripped from her. Master looked into her eyes.

"There you are." He smiled. "Enjoy that did you?" He stroked her cheek as she smiled up at him.

"Yes Master. Thank you so much." Her voice was ragged from all the facefucking.




Room Service



"Never mind thank you. Clean his cock."

Her handcuffs were unclipped again and Chloe's blindfold was replaced. She turned around and was guided to his cock. He was still rock hard and clearly hadn't come and neither had Master. As Chloe sucked and licked the stranger's cock, Master pulled the plug from her ass. He rained a few hard slaps on it for good measure, then pressed his big cock into the tiny opening. Chloe moaned onto the other man's dick as her anus gave way, allowing Master to shove himself in until his balls rested against her. Master gripped her bruised backside, digging his nails in as he started to thrust in and out of her. Chloe couldn't help crying out with the sudden pain. Master pulled her up, yanking her off of the other cock and holding her erect as he fucked her. He bit into her shoulder painfully hard and reached around to give her cunt a few hard slaps.

"I said no fucking complaints. You wanted this and you're fucking getting it." He threw her forwards and Chloe landed on all fours again. The stranger kneeled up and dragged her back onto his cock, thrusting in and out of her mouth.

They fucked like that for a while and then Master withdrew. He spoke to the other man over her head.

"You want to try its tight ass?" The cock left her mouth and reappeared behind her. He pressed her back down to make it arch more and spread her legs wider. Then he grabbed her leash and pulled on it as he pushed his dick into her recently vacated asshole. She heard Master wash his cock in the bathroom and then he returned. She could feel him watching her as the stranger pounded into her ass, reaching around to tease her clit as he fucked her. 

"That is fucking exquisite." The man commented. Chloe smiled and thrust back against him, enjoying herself. She felt Master lie down beside her. He grabbed her by the tits and pulled her towards him. The stranger was forced to withdraw as Master dragged her up along his body. She lifted her hips as he guided her onto his straining cock. He pulled her down so that she was lying along his chest as he fucked her.

The stranger grabbed her ass again and pressed his cock against it. Master pulled of the blindfold again and sneered into her face.

"You ready for this bitch? I hope it fucking hurts. Look at me." He glanced over her shoulder. "Fill it." Was all he said. Chloe was forced to stare into his eyes as the cock pushed into her ass. It was slow progress as she was slightly built and already had her cunt full of dick. Both men groaned as her second hole was filled. Chloe moaned loudly but kept a smile on her face despite the pain. Her Master glared up at her.

"You fucking whore." Both men were still for a moment, allowing her to adjust. Chloe tried desperately to relax as her holes were clenching with a vice like grip, which would be agony when they started fucking her. 

Both men began moving in and out of her, gradually co-ordinating their rhythm. Chloe moaned with the total fucking utterness of it. She could feel them rubbing against each other through the thin wall that separated her ass and cunt. Master spoke again as both men began to fuck her harder and faster.

"Is that enough cock for you? You dirty little whore. You are so tight." Chloe was moaning uncontrollably as the two men fucked her. She was already close to coming again. The stranger was thrusting and swearing, getting off on using her ass. He spoke from behind her.

"Let's fuck the shit out of it." Chloe moaned as they changed pace and ripped into her body. She stared at her Master as her climax approached.

Master spoke again.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes Master." She gasped. She was moving with them, lost in the intensity of the whole thing.

"I hope it fucking hurts you. You better enjoy this bitch because I am going to make you fucking pay for it." His face was menacing as he fucked her and growled at her. "I am going to bring a girl home and I am going to rip the shit out of her. You, you worthless little whore, are going to be tied up and forced to watch. No wanking, no nothing. You will kneel before me and watch me fuck. Understand?"

Chloe was barely coherent. Her G spot was being pressed and squeezed by the two cocks and she knew that when she came, she was going to vanish once more into oblivion. She forced herself to focus on her Master and reply.

"Yes Master... I understand." She gasped. Her hips were starting to shake again and it was clear to both men that she was going to come.

"Do it. Fucking come for us." Chloe yelled as her orgasm hit. She slammed herself back onto both cocks, bucking and fucking helplessly as she gushed fluid onto them. They were both fucking their way to climax, completely disregarding the fact that she was exploding. Her cunt and ass gripped them hard and the stranger was the first to finish, slamming his hands down onto her ass and throwing his cock into her as far as it would go with a feral force. He held himself there, coming inside her while her Master was still fucking her cunt. A few more savage thrusts and he was there. He grabbed her by the throat and yanked her down for a passionate kiss, growling the word 'whore' into her mouth. His other hand shoved her hips down, holding her in place. Chloe was still shuddering and riding him, coming down slowly.

The stranger pulled out of her aching ass, slapped it affectionately and then went to the bathroom. Master released Chloe, allowing her to slide down and clean his cock again. 

Then he got up and cuffed her. He put a pillowcase over her head and placed her on her knees with her face pressed into the bed and her ass in the air.

"Don't worry pet. We're done." He said. The stranger emerged from the bathroom. A few moments passed and then someone spread her asscheeks apart.

Chloe heard the unmistakeable sound of a digital camera capturing a shot.

"Look at that gaping ass. I want a full frontal too." Chloe was pulled up onto her knees again and turned towards the camera. More pictures were taken.

She heard the man dress and then he thanked Master and left. He didn't acknowledge her at all. It got her wet all over again. Master lifted the pillowcase and removed her cuffs and collar.

"So how's my little bitch?" Chloe was speechless. Now that everything was over she could not believe what had just happened. What the hell had she just done? Ben pulled her into an embrace and they lay together on the bed.

"I'm fine. Thank you so much for arranging that." Ben smiled and kissed her.

"I thought I wouldn't like watching you with another man but it was so fucking hot; my own live porn show with my favourite slut. You really thought I left earlier, didn't you?" Chloe blushed at her lack of trust.

"Yes Master. I knew you wouldn't leave me with just anyone but I was scared."

"I meant what I said about making you pay."

"I know."

"Who knows, if you're very fucking good I might arrange something like this in the future."

Chloe lay in his arms, winding down and coming to terms with what had just happened. She thought about the attentive waiter and the man who she had seen watching her in the bar. She would never know who had fucked her. Master would never tell her.



Room Service



Rick had always found Karin desirable. Even in her late thirties Karin was still a very attractive woman. Tall, with a pretty face and long, light-brown hair and brown eyes and a 36-C, 28, 36 body that she kept in shape with regular workouts to the gym. She didn't look like a woman who had two kids just into high school.

When Karin was promoted Rick moved into her office. The first few days of sitting behind her desk and thinking about her lovely ass being so recently in his chair made the 40-year-old's cock hard. He knew that there was no way that he would ever have a chance at fucking the attractive married woman, who he knew was very faithful to her husband of sixteen years.

But Rick had discovered something that no one had ever known about the successful IT professional. While loading his belongings into her desk and file cabinet her found a folder that Karin had left behind detailing some of her personal expenses while traveling on some of her many business trips. It seemed that Karin had a fondness for getting massages while on the road. But she carefully hid these expenses in with other hotel charges. The only reason Rick realized this was that his old friend, Tony, was a masseuse who knew how to manipulate the bills to do the same thing.

Discovering this secret about Karen provided many images of her lying naked on her bed whenever she took another business trip. Then

Then the unthinkable presented itself: Rick saw that Karen was going to be taking another business trip, this time less than an hour from where his friend Tony lived. It was a simple thing for Rick to locate Karin's travel itinerary. Then he called his friend and presented his plans to Tony, and was very surprised when his buddy agreed. Next Rick put in for a few days off to coincide with Karin's trip and bought tickets to go visit Tony, trusting his friend to work out the other necessary details on his end.

Three weeks later Karen checked into her room after taking a cab from the airport. After unpacking she made her way down to the hotel lounge, as was her habit when traveling.

Karen was a loyal wife and a good mother. But when she was on the road she had the opportunity to let her hair down and relax. There would be no infidelity on her part, but she enjoyed these massages. She often found herself masturbating as soon as he left her room, and once she ended up being massaged to orgasm when a masseuse took liberties with her by allowing his hands to roam while she was very relaxed, and by the time she realized what he was doing she no longer cared.

That was the only time in Karin's life that she had done anything that would be considered cheating. However, she kept her massages secret from her husband who would never approve of her activities while on the road.

Karin was sipping her second drink when a good looking, well-built man sat down beside her. She couldn't help but notice his well fitting polo shirt with 'Star Massage Academy' written over a pair of hands on his left breast.

"You teach massage?" She asked.

"Teach and provide." Tony answered, "I do some work for clients here in the hotel occasionally. I just finished with a woman upstairs and need a drink to calm myself down."

Karin grinned, letting her imagine what his hands may have just been doing to this unnamed woman.

Karen casually asked what he charged and Tony, using the alias of Kenny, provided whatever answers she needed, all while trying not to look too interested in her.

After a couple more drinks Karin asked how to make arrangements for his services. Tony grinned and said, "I'm through for the night. But if you're really in need I guess I could make an exception. I guess you want it billed to your room?"

Karen agreed, and the two of them left the bar and made their way upstairs to Karin's room, carrying his satchel with him.

Once in the room Tony provided what appeared to be an order form charging this to her room, then he asked Karin to strip naked and wrap herself in a bath towel. She did as instructed and came out of the bathroom, with the towel doing little to cover her bare body as she crawled face down onto her bed.

Tony opened his back and removed some oil and began massaging Karen's neck and back, gradually working his way down her body to her shapely legs. After a while he slowly worked his hands between her ever-widening legs.

Karen was very relaxed. The flight down, the beers and the massage probably would have caused her to fall asleep on their own, but the little something extra that Tony had slipped into one of her drinks insured that she gradually drifted off to sleep.

Once Tony realized that Karin was out he grabbed his cell phone and called Rick, who was impatiently waiting downstairs.

By the time Rick reached the room Tony had Karin rolled over and her legs tied spread eagle on the bed. Rick assisted his friend in securing her wrists to either side of the bed. Then they blindfolded her so that she would be unable to recognize Rick when she awoke. Then they gagged her and began shaking her awake.

Karen awoke in darkness. She could feel her body being pushed about but saw nothing when she opened her eyes. It took a few seconds to clear her head and discover that she could not move her hands or feet. When she tried to speak she discovered that she was gagged.

"The beauty awakes." She heard the man who had come to her room say.

"Let me go!" She tried to cry out through her gag.

"Relax; we're not finished with your massage yet."

"We're", Karin wondered what he meant. Then she felt a second pair of hands touching her.

"Stop!" She tried to yell as to pairs of hands began exploring her body.

Karin struggled against her bonds as her breasts were fondled and her pussy caressed. 

"You want to eat this cunt." Tony said.

She heard the other man mumble in agreement and cried out "No!" when she felt his face press against her pussy. She jerked against the ropes that held her when his tongue began to flitter across her clitoris. 

"Make her cum." Tony said as he toyed with Karin's soft c-cup tits. He knelt beside her and took turns licking each nipple as he played with her tits.

Karin struggled as Rick licked her snatch. She was frightened by what was happening, but unable to resist the growing sensation that was starting to burn between her legs. Worse, she knew that these men were probably aware of the fact that she would not dare to report this for fear of her husband finding out about her massages, and even her work discovering that they had been paying for them.

Rick felt Karin squirming as he licked her pussy, happy that he was going to make her cum for him. His cock was throbbing with desire, knowing that he would soon bury it into her pussy; But not until he felt her cum on his face.

"Please stop." Karin pleaded, trying her best to resist the climax that was about to be released. She wanted to cum, but she did not want to do so for these men.

Karin bucked her hips as her body reached orgasm. She rolled back and forth as Rick's tongue forced her to cum as he continued licking her clit. 

"That's it, now fuck her." Tony said after watching the pretty mother climax.

Karin cried out against her gag as she felt the man who had just forced her to cum climbing up between her legs. She begged him to stop as he lowered his sweaty body atop her and pressed his hard cock against her pussy.

Rick slowly pressed his cock into Karin's snatch, unable to believe that he was about to fulfill his long desire to fuck her. He had to contain verbalizing his enjoyment as his cock shoved inside of her and her pussy wrapped around his shaft.

Karen could not stop the man who was now pounding his stiff cock into her exposed, wet pussy.

Rick slammed his hard cock into Karin, loving every moment of this act as he fucked her passionately, wanting to make her enjoy this act as much as he was.

As much as she resented it, Karin could tell that the man atop her was good at this. His cock slid in and out to the very limit with each thrust, always rubbing against her swollen clit and meeting her sensitive g-spot inside of her as he worked his tool inside of her. Karin could tell that he was not going to be satisfied by just cumming inside of her; he wanted her to cum again too. And she doubted that she could resist it unless he finished soon.

But Rick was patient with his lovemaking, slowing up as he felt his orgasm near and doing whatever it took to hold off his release.

Karin discovered that she was fucking back against him. She was upset with herself for doing so, but her body wanted to cum again.

Karin moaned as her second orgasm began. Rick enjoyed her climax around his cock almost as much as he was going to enjoy his own inside of her. Karin rolled back and forth as she orgasmed, finally feeling her body relax and she lay still beneath him.

"Oh yes." Rick mumbled, letting Karin know that it was his turn to cum.

"No, pull out!" She tried to cry, but he would not be denied.

Rick came atop her, shaking from his shoulders to his toes as he came.

Karin could feel the man fucking her begin to spew his cum inside of her pussy as he spasmed atop her. Blast after blast of his cum released into her wet pussy, mixing with her own fluids as he felt the ultimate pleasure of orgasm inside of Karin's hot box.

He continued pumping his cock into her, draining every drop of his cum and not bothering to stop until his cock grew limp inside her. Only then did he pull out of her and climb off of the bed.

Karin lay bound to the bed panting after her ordeal. She could not believe that some unknown man had just raped her and forced her to cum twice. But she had little time to consider the matter further as she felt a second man climb onto the bed.

"Now it's my turn." She heard the voice of the masseuse saying as she felt him rub his thick cock between her legs.

She said nothing, accepting her fate as Tony's shaft filled her already used hole. She could tell at once that he was bigger than the first man.

Unlike Rick, Tony wanted nothing more than self-satisfaction from fucking this woman. He drilled her intent only on fulfilling his own basic needs at her expense, slamming his thick cock into her over and over again.

Karin grunted under the pressure of his assault on her sopping pussy. And even though Tony did not care how she responded, Karin could feel her pussy taking pleasure from his abuse.

"Oh fuck, no." She said silently as she felt her third orgasm approaching. Karin had never cum this many times with her husband. In fact, it was rare for her husband to get her off fucking her. Usually he would satisfy her needs orally then proceed to fuck her until he came -- rarely lasting as long as either of these two men had thus far.

She caught herself fucking back several times, always stopping her actions only to realize moments later that she had begun again. Now she gave up any pretence of resisting and willingly accepted the orgasm that followed.

As Karin climaxed Tony joined her in orgasm, grunting out his pleasure as he spilled his seed inside of her as the two came together.

While watching his buddy fucking Karin, Rick's cock had grown hard once more. When Tony dismounted Rick climbed onto the bed and undid Karin's gag, placing his cock up to her mouth. Knowing what was expected of her she opened her mouth and allowed him to slide in between her lips.

Karin proceeded to suck this unknown man's cock, bobbing her head up and down taking as much of his shaft as possible. Rick reached back, gently caressing Karin's cunt as she sucked his cock.

The woman greedily devoured his cock, letting her hips rise and fall to meet his fingers. She could not believe that she had gone from complete victim to needing to let this man bring her to yet another climax. But her pussy stirred as it had never done so before. She was ashamed of her response, but the excuse of being tied down made this all the more easier to accept.

What happened next surprised Karin even more so than it did Rick:

Karin felt Rick's cock slip out of her mouth, and before he could insert it once more she found herself saying, "Please fuck me."

Karin wished that she had not let the words escape, but it was too late.

Rick was shocked by this revelation. "Ok," He replied, knowing at once that he should not have opened his mouth.

Karin thought the voice sounded familiar, but was unable to place it. But she quit thinking about it as she felt the man slid down her body.

Between her legs once more Rick pushed his cock into Karin's pussy and began fucking her again. He lowered his head, moving it back and forth to suckle each of her hard nipples as he fucked her.

Karin resisted no more. Instead she was willingly fucking back, meeting each thrust of Rick's cock as she accepted the pleasure that it was bringing her.

Karin squealed with delight as she came again; this time longer and harder than she had ever done in her life. She could not believe how good this felt. Ever nerve in her body spasmed as she came.

Then Rick, his body shaking and saliva dribbling out of his mouth onto Karin's chest, came inside of her, draining his cock dry as he fucked her.

Once done he jumped off the bed, taking time to capture a few pictures of her with his camera phone as a keepsake of this night, then the two men dressed.

Rick left first, leaving Tony alone with her. Tony made sure that the room was clear of anything that would link him or Rick to being there. Both men were certain that she would never report this incident, but there was no sense in taking too many risks. He then untied Karin's left hand and said, "By the time you free yourself we'll be long gone. Hope you enjoyed this as much as we have." And he raced out the door.

Karin freed herself from her bonds, and then rushed to the window to see if she could spot the masseuse or the other man. She knew that voice from somewhere, but guessed that she would never be able to put a face to it. Knowing that she would no doubt be face-to-face with the man who had fucked her twice and gotten her off so many times was going to be frustrating, and she secretly hoped that perhaps she would meet him again while traveling.

She showered, then went to bed, lying amidst the cum and cunt juice covered sheets as she relived the memories of this night before drifting off to sleep.



Room Service



Chapter One: Covered Dish

Finally, a night on my own, she thought. Diane needed some serious pampering, after the last few months. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy her time with Jake. She loved him more than he knew. But once in a while, a girl has to tend to her needs, in a way only she knows how. And it's not just about masturbation, either. Sure, that may happen, or not, as the night wears on. But Diane was mostly looking forward to a long, hot bath, and some detailed primping and preening. Every hair would be in its place, before she was done – or it would be eliminated. 

Diane's employer insisted she travel for this training session. She resisted at first, but Jake assured her that she'd be ok, and that she could use the time to relax. Of course, the fact that the event was occurring in Las Vegas didn't hurt, as that was one of her favorite locales. "You better be good, though," he teased before she left. He knew she'd be good, as that was her nature. He couldn't help but be a little jealous, though. A beautiful girl like Diane, in a city like Vegas, all alone. She'd certainly be tempted. But it will be fine, he reassured himself. 

She breathed a long sigh, as she opened the package of cinnamon scented candles, and carefully placed them on the four corners of the obscenely large spa tub the corporate hotel decided to put in its suites. Jake had upgraded her to a suite, as a surprise before she left. He was sooo good about surprises. Jake and I would have had fun in this tub, she thought fleetingly, as she turned on the hot water. No, this night was not about him – or them – it was about her, she reminded herself for the umpteenth time. And that's ok. 

Diane wasn't sure why she was brushing her hair in the mirror, right before a bath. It would get wet anyway. Maybe she wanted to look good for herself. She stood in front of the mirror, heavy white robe draped across her shoulders – vulnerably left open in front revealing her center cleavage and the middle of her white, every day panties. She tilted her head as she studied her body, admiringly. "I wonder if I should shave," she asked herself out loud, as she peeled down her underwear revealing an already well-groomed landing strip. She cocked her head again, staring a little too long at her partially exposed clit.

Knock. Knock. "Room Service!" yelled a gruff voice from behind the heavy wooden hotel room door. Diane tried to remember if she had ordered anything. She had had a few glasses of wine with dinner, before retiring to her room, but could she have forgotten ordering room service? 

"Um, just a minute," she yelped as she let her panties snap back in place, over her tended snatch. Knock! Knock! "I'm coming," she said flatly, becoming a bit irritated at his persistence. Diane peered through the peephole to see a dark haired young man in a tan uniform, looking down at the ground, and holding a tray with a silver dish cover. He looked professional enough, but for some two-day gruff on his face. He was able to pull off the look, though. 

"I don't remember ordering anything," she informed the man through the cracked door, as she quickly fastened her robe around her curvy hips. 

"This is a...surprise," the stranger responded, glibly. She hesitated a minute, wondering why she was receiving a room service gift. But her natural curiosity, and love for surprises took over, and she invited the man in to deliver her surprise – almost forgetting she was wearing nothing but her white panties underneath her heavy robe. That's ok, she assured herself, because these guys are used to seeing people wearing just about anything in hotel rooms. 

Diane could not hide her adorable grin as she waited with giddy anticipation to see what was under the covered dish. She had a hard time processing just what happened next, as everything seemed to occur simultaneously - in a blur: The uniformed stranger reached for the 'do not disturb' sign, and hung it on the door handle, before pulling it closed, and locking it from the inside. He then immediately uncovered the dish to reveal what appeared to be handcuffs lying on a white towel. Before she could process her fears, the stranger whisked the handcuffs and towel from the tray and pushed her down on the bed, face first.

Her robe, which had been carelessly tied around her waist, flew open in the process- briefly revealing one of her breasts as she hit the mattress. As she started to scream Diane felt the man's hand reach around her face and push the white towel into her mouth to muffle her anticipated squeals. The stranger then violently spun her over onto her back, and started grabbing for her hands. Her muffled screams went nowhere as her heart started to pound out of her chest. Could this really be happening, she screamed to herself, in her head? How could I have been so stupid? At the same time, she was trying to process the fact that a stranger had taken physical control of her, had seen her breast (at least briefly), and was now in a position to do untold horrible things to her. So this is my evening of pampering, she somehow managed to muse to herself during the ordeal. 

After a good deal of panting, struggling and muffled protestations, the uniformed stranger finally got a hold of her flailing arms, and secured the handcuffs. They weren't entirely uncomfortable, but terrifying nonetheless. With her hands firmly bound behind her back, and the stranger sitting on her legs, he pulled her head back by her hair, and whispered in her ear; "Are you done struggling yet?" She didn't answer at first. Not that she could, literally, with the towel in her mouth. But she didn't know how to react. She wanted to struggle, but it had become pointless. He was in control. But she couldn't just give up, and give in. That was not in her nature. Diane was a fighter. Maybe she just needed to bide her time, and play along...for now. "I said; are you done?" he repeated insistently. 

"Mmm, humph," she mumbled into the towel, nodding her head against the pillow. Diane tried to compose herself, so she could listen to her captor.

"Ok, then let's just relax a bit," the jerk responded. He propped her up gently against the headboard, her bound hands pressing into her back, and the pillow at the same time. "Let's get a look at you, Sweetie," he oozed, staring at her, and gently brushing back the hair from her eyes. His gaze was overwhelming, as he studied her panting body. The enticing stranger with a surprise quickly became the dark invader, with mal intent. "You are a sweet thing, aren't you," he commented, looking her up and down. At that point she realized that her robe was still open in front, exposing most of her breasts. Her natural reaction to close it was frustrated by the resilient handcuffs, which kept her hands obediently in place. She would just have to accept the fact that the uniformed stranger was getting a nice eyeful, for now. 

"Gumph mumph egs," she tried to say. 

He looked down; "Oh, your legs. Sorry, I forgot I was sitting on them. I'll tell you what, if you agree to remain calm, and stay on this bed, I will get off your legs," he instructed. 

"Ooff, kuff," she muttered. 

As he stood up, she felt the blood rushing back to her calves. At least she could try to run, if she wanted to. She'd have to be careful in making her move, though. He was stronger than she, as he just proved in overpowering her. Plus, she was bound and gagged – which presented a bit of a problem. Even if she got to the door, she couldn't open it. Plus, "do I want to run down the hall half naked in handcuffs?" she thought to herself? Ultimately, yes, she would do it, but for now, she'd have to see how this played out.

Chapter Two: Fun and Games 

Apparently, the uniformed jerk had carefully planned this little event. He started digging in a bag he carried at his side for more equipment. Diane almost looked away, but that insatiable curiosity took over, and she watched his every move. "You like games, Sweetie?" he smiled. Why did he keep calling her 'Sweetie?' That was what Jake called her. Couldn't he pick something else? Even 'slut' would go down better than her precious pet name. She shrugged her shoulders, as her eyes rolled, reflexively. "Just lay back and relax, while we get situated," the jerk instructed. She did what she was told...for now. 

As she lay down on the bed, her robe rode up on her body, and opened more fully now, to reveal her hips and everyday panties. "Great," she said to herself. That's not exactly what she needed right now. 

"Ok, let's get this leg over here," he said as he pulled her right leg aggressively to the edge of the bed. He produced some kind of leg cuff from his bag, and adeptly fastened it to the bed frame. "Now the other," he taught, and secured the left leg to the other side. 

"This is it," Diane cringed silently. "I'm going to be raped. Un-fucking-believable." Her body was sweating with fear, as her breathing quickened.

"Oh, that's lovely," the rapist grinned, as he stared longingly at her vagina, covered only by a layer of opaque, white cotton. Diane had been so frightened by being thrown on the bed by the stranger that she leaked a few drops of pee into her panties, making the situation all the more humiliating. Certainly he was getting a nice view down there, looking at my pee-stained panties and my legs spread open, she decided. 

"I'm going to let you get more comfortable, but you have to promise me you won't scream, and you won't do anything silly," he said plainly, staring again into her eyes. "I'm going to take those cuffs off, and lay your hands at the side of the bed. If you cooperate, I'll also take that towel out of your mouth. That's probably a bit uncomfortable by now," he guessed. That sounded like a capital idea to Diane, who was currently having trouble breathing, and occasionally gagging on the spit covered towel. Anything for a little more freedom. But at what price? 

He bent her over and reached for the cuffs behind her back. Flicking a lock, they popped open, to the relief of her wrists and arms, which had started to cramp in place. She began to stretch her hands, when he grabbed them, "Not so fast, Sweetie," he cautioned. 

"What am I going to do, jerk, crawl out of the room, dragging the bed with me?" she wondered to herself? He slowly, almost tenderly, lowered her hands to the bed, and – grabbing yet another implement from his bag of tricks – secured each one to the appropriate side of the bed, using some sort of Velcro cuffs. 

Here she was; spread eagle with wet panties. "Nice," she thought to herself. All the cuffs were secure, though she tested each one's strength. 

"Ok, now I'm going to remove the towel," he reminded her. As he did so, she coughed, and swallowed, for the first time since the ordeal began. 

"Can I have some water?" she asked, and he complied, compassionately. As he raised the bottle of water to her lips, she drank deeply, and actually started to feel her wits coming back to her. First, she had to evaluate her options: She could scream bloody murder right now, but would anyone come? How long would it take? Could they get in even if they wanted to, with the door locked from the inside? What would he do to me in the mean time? These questions raced around in her head, as the maybe-rapist started digging in his dark bag again. What now?

Diane gasped as jerk-man withdrew a cattail whip from his bag of death. 'Fuck...Me,' she said internally. This is not going to be pleasant – not that she ever thought it would be. 

"This is my friend, 'Cat-O-Nine-Tails' and I'd like to introduce her to you," he played. He gently ran the ends of the whip across her toes, down the tops of her feet, across her calves, thighs, hips. Following up her stomach, he brushed her exposed nipples, which became embarrassingly hard, as the strands tingled the tips. He ran his friend up her neck, across her ears and near her eyes, as she shut them. He gave her a playful crack across her cheek, as she cringed, not expecting the sudden movement. The otherwise-erotic touching was getting to Diane, despite her vulnerable, compromising position. Her heart was pounding with anticipation over the next touch, the next tingle. Diane was the kind of girl that ran wet with the slightest anticipation of sexual contact, which was a constant source of distraction and occasional embarrassment. Now was not the time for this little problem to rear its ugly head. But, that was outside her control. 

On the trip back down her body, the Cat-O-Nine-Tails elicited the expected response, and by the time its many fingers brushed against her spread vulva, the juices were flowing madly. The yellow-tinged wet spot spread into a much wider panty drenching. This natural body function became obvious to the Jerk-O-Nine-Tails, who took the opportunity to say, "My, my, you young sluts just can't resist being tied down, huh? You should see what's happening down there." Diane didn't need to be reminded. She could feel her private parts going slick, as her heart raced. Since all attempts to block the rush of emotion failed, she just let out a deep sigh of frustration and surrender, and let it be. 

"You like the way this feels, girl?" her tormentor inquired. 

"Not really, no," she lied. "Well, you're not going to like what happens next, slut," he insisted. Diane feared the worst, and the worst was yet to come. With a crack of the Nine Tails, Diane felt a sting on her inner thigh. A red welt quickly rose on her soft, pale skin. Pain, fear and humiliation rushed through her chest and gut, as she envisioned how she must look, spread eagle, tied down, hard nipples pointing at the ceiling, wet, cream-pissed panties opened for the world to see, being disciplined by the rapist stranger. 

"This is what I like to call a numbers game," the man informed her. "You get to pick the number." 

Infinite scenarios started swirling around Diane's head. Numbers of what? Why would I pick? Shit, this can't be good. From the death bag came yet another instrument, a pair of scissors, which was not a positive development. 

"What we're gonna do, Sweetie..." he began, as he moved his face and hands toward her partially open, panty-covered vagina, "...is have you pick a number between 1 and 50..." as he pulled out her panties right where her sensitive, throbbing clit peered out... "and that's the number of kisses you'll receive from my little Kitty Friend here..." Snip! Went the scissors as they created a dime-sized hole just big enough for her clit to become exposed through her panties, which remained otherwise securely in place. "There's a catch, of course," he grinned as he licked his thumb and started gently massaging her slick, sticky clit. "The lower the number, the more they're going to hurt." 

Diane's started shaking visibly at this point, realizing that the way the next few minutes would go, was firmly in her control. Performing some quick calculations in her head, she figured that she could survive a few good cracks, but if this went on very long, she would jump out of her skin. On the other hand, she didn't want to be injured, by agreeing to an overly-small number of violent lashes. 

"If you choose a low number, you will never forget each and every one of these 'kisses' so choose wisely, sister," he mocked. 

Concentration was difficult, as the stranger stared into her eyes, massaging her throbbing clit, which was now fully exposed from behind its protective hood. No doubt that's why he was doing this in the first place...Asshole!

"15," Diane shouted adamantly. 

"Fine," said the asshole. "A wise, but brave, choice. This little clit is going to be in for some punishment, huh?" Diane refused to respond at first, until the stranger squeezed her clit between his thumb and forefinger tight and said, "I'm talking to you!" in a stern voice. 

"Yes, it will," her voice shook. 

"This feels good now, but it's not going to feel so good in a while, is it?" he coaxed, continuing to stimulate her love button out of its cave, as it peered through the panty hole. 

"No, it isn't," she sobbed, emotion coming over her like a wave. Diane was finally starting to grasp what was happening to her body. This dirty stranger had already humiliated her, and was now forcing her to participate in her own perverse, sexual torture. Her blushing clit protruded through the hole in her wet panties like a cherry, glistening and pulsing with anticipation of things to come. He didn't even want to see her snatch, he just wanted to torment her sensitive clit. What kind of perverse Mother Fucker was I dealing with, she considered. 

"Ok, we need to get Kitty ready first," he mused to himself. "First I need you to oil her up, so we get a good, solid contact with your fucking clit, ok Sweetie? So I'm going to unhook one of your hands, so you can apply some baby oil to each of the strands. Make sure you do a good job, or I'm going to give you bonus kisses, which I promise you won't like." 

This was getting disgusting. Diane obeyed her commands, and carefully oiled up each strand as Kitty Fucker watched, touching himself through his tan pants that she once though belonged to a hotel uniform. What a naive idiot, she though of herself. Now look at me; splayed open for this creep. He took some baby oil himself and applied it carefully to Dianne, around the opening exposing her pulsing clit, and gently rubbed it around – and then directly on – the clit itself. He gently spread her upper lips apart as he applied the smooth potion to her sensitive areas. If this was happening in any other circumstance, Diane would be quimming immediately, but the fear and anticipation of pain kept her from fully processing the pleasure. 

"Now, your job in this process is to make sure your little clit here is fully exposed, when Kitty comes calling, you understand," the freak told her. You know how to spread your pussy, right," he asked. 

God! She hated that word. "Yes, sir," she offered with a hope of mercy. 

"Good," he responded, "I thought you might." So take your free hand, and keep her wide open so I have a good shot at it, ok?" 

"Sure," she whispered, helplessly. 

"Your natural reaction is going to be to protect your little friend there, and close up, but you need to keep her wide open or we're going to have to start over from the beginning, you understand?" 

"Yes," she gasped. 

"Finally, you need to wear these, so you don't know when it's coming," he instructed, as he placed a blindfold over her eyes. "It will be easier on you, I promise." 

"The first one is the worst, and then you get numb," he tried to console her. The shaking started again, but so did the crotch gushing. She didn't know why – probably the adrenaline. "Mmm, smells good, girl," he said about something. Diane reached down toward her snatch, and felt her oiled clit protruding from the hole in her formerly-everyday panties. She was tempted to touch herself, but dared not. She couldn't tell if he was even looking at her, anymore. No, there would be no pleasure any time soon. 

The time had come, so she carefully spread the top of her vagina wide, exposing her pulsing button for her intended punishment. Diane shook with trepidation, wondering when the strike would fall. Moments seeming like hours passed, with nothing but rustling around the room. 

"What are you doing," she cried, "Just get it over with," she begged. 

"Oh, you're anxious for your punishment, huh? All in good time. We need to set up a camera, so we can capture this little session for the world to see." He couldn't be serious. He was committing a criminal, sexual act, and he was going to film it? That wasn't smart. On the other hand, if he gets away with it, he'll have this footage to jack off to any time he wants. Disgusting! What other humiliations could he have in store? 




Room Service



Diane held herself open wide, waiting patiently until the first crack came. The shock of the initial contact caused her to convulse momentarily, until the burn developed on her most sensitive, sacred area. He was right, her first instinct was to close her fingers and protect her female pleasure center from any further damage. But she knew this would violate the rules so firmly imposed, so she resisted all human instinct and held herself open for more punishment. The second hurt worse than the first, as the injured area accepted additional discipline. Parts of the whip stung her fingers, which held her stinging clit out in the open, for his continued, sick pleasure. Four and five started to put her in a state of shock, as she wondered if she could really make it to fifteen. She wasn't even 1/3 of the way there yet. She bravely continued to offer her blessed, feminine love spot up for crack number 6, after which he said she could let go for a second. A sense of relief washed over her, during the temporary reprieve. She then felt warm oil dripping on her exposed spot, which caused her to jump back briefly, due to the unexpected sensation. 

"We need to keep you oiled up, or you won't be able to feel it, correctly," he mocked. If she felt it any more, she'd be unconscious, Diane observed, silently. 

As she prepared for number 7, her fingers slipped from the top of her snatch, causing her hand to momentarily cover the punishment hole in her panties. At the same time, the crack came from the Cat o Nine Tails, which hit her hand instead of her clit. Damn oil, Diane cursed to herself. "What the fuck was that, bitch?" the punisher steamed. "Trying to block my kisses?" 

"No, she pleaded, it was an accident, I swear. It was the oil..." Crack! His hand made contact with her cheek in a show of control and discipline. 

"I'm not interested in your excuses," he said, sourly. Now let's start from the beginning.

This was the turning point for Diane. She simply could not start over, and endure 15 more hard cracks of an oiled whip against her unprotected clit, which had begun throbbing from pain and abuse already. Undoubtedly, the stranger was enjoying every minute of this, while her unprotected clit turned from pink, to red, to bruised-burgundy, as the injuries increased. But this could go on forever, if she didn't make a move, and there was no time like the present. 

"Can I please take this blindfold off, so I can what I'm doing down there," she pleaded. "I can hold myself open better if I can see," she informed him. 

After thinking for a moment, the stranger responded, "If you want to see what's coming, more power to ya. It's not going to be any easier on you," he explained. 

That wasn't her concern at the moment, however. Diane has noticed that the asshole had carelessly placed the handcuffs on the nightstand next to the bed, in his perverted effort to quickly secure her to the bed rails with the Velcro cuffs. With some effort, she might be able to lurch her body over to the nightstand, and grab them with her free hand that was currently occupied with exposing her battered clit to further pain and humiliation. The trick would be getting her left hand out of its cuff, so she could use both hands to make her move. She endured two more cracks of the whip against her increasingly welted crotch area, before she could finally squeeze her hand through the loosening Velcro cuff hole, and make her move. Diane waited for the most opportune moment, just as the pervert was inspecting the results of his handiwork on her abused clit. He was engrossed in applying more oil, and moving her injured button back and forth, even as each touch brought more pain and burning. This distraction would prove fatal, as Diane sprung into action, grabbing the handcuffs, slapping them onto one of the pervert's hands, and the other side onto a bed rail. She then pushed him off the bed, causing him to swing around and get tangled by the handcuff. This bought her enough time to loosen the leg cuffs, herself, and jump off the bed. With a quick snap of her robe belt, she was covered from sight again, and the tide had turned. This was turning out to be a very bad day for the Almost-Rapist. 

Chapter Three – Turning the Tables

The first thing Diane did with her freedom was to ditch the wet panties with the punishment hole. Bad memories, and they didn't smell great, either. Leaving the former-Punisher cuffed to the bed rail, Diane rushed to the bathroom, removed her panties, and threw on a pair of her favorite jeans and a T-shirt. She needed to feel human, and in control, again. This was a good start. 

She had to pee from the two (or three) glasses of wine during the whole ordeal, and she could finally take care of that basic bodily function, without putting on a show for the Punisher. She sat on the toilet seat for a second, and just as the golden juice started to drip from her snatch, she stopped the flow. With an evil grin, she waddled over toward the bathroom sinks, and relieved herself completely on the floor. She had other plans for her pee, tonight. 

After some routine maintenance with soap and a wash rag, Diane was clean and fresh, and ready for battle, although her disciplined clit still throbbed with the memory of the humiliating ordeal in the next room. "You'll pay for that, mother-fucker," she whispered out loud, holding her crotch. 

"How we doing in here, you piece of shit," Diane spat at her captive. 

"Look, this is not my fault, I was set up..." was all he got out, before the same spit soaked rag he used on her, found its way into his mouth, to silence any further protestations. 

"Set up,...riiight," she muttered. She wasn't interested in excuses, only vengeance, at this point. The first thing to do was to find a weapon, and secure this prick so he couldn't get away. She rummaged through the desk, and found an oversized letter opener, which she stuffed in her back pocket. She also grabbed an empty wine glass from the wet bar, and cracked it against the ice bucket, leaving a scary, sharp shank, that would even make a prisoner recoil. Keeping the homemade weapon in one hand, she approached him, and said, "You will do everything I say, you understand? Give me your other hand," she instructed as she reached around him for the cuff attached to the bed rail. She was getting pretty good with these things, she mused to herself. She took his free hand and cuffed it to the other, behind his back, and pushed him to the ground. Sticking the point of the cut glass to his throat, she commanded, "Now stand up, and face the wall." Her captive was learning well, as he obeyed commands without retort. "Take your shoes off," she said curtly. He complied. Then Diane surprised herself, as she reached around his waist, unhooked his belt, and ripped it off his pants. "You won't be needing these," she teased, as she pulled the tan uniform pants to the grounds. Without instruction, the compliant stranger stepped out of his pants, continuing to face the wall. 

The scene was much different than it was a few minutes ago, with the stranger bound, and his 'tightie whities' hugging his otherwise, attractively tight ass. "Nice panties," Diane laughed. 

"Muughff, muphinphins," he tried. 

"Ya, whatever. Keep talking," she said, uninterested in his mutterings. "You might need this now," Diane informed him, as she lowered the blindfold to his face. 

How pitiful the jerk looked now, handcuffed, barefoot, displaying his ridiculous underwear. "Turn around, and bend over on the bed," she commanded. This was the first time Diane got a glimpse of the stranger's covered privates, which appeared well-endowed, and partially excited. She blushed slightly, despite her superior position. She couldn't resist the temptation to grab his genitals as he walked toward the bed, and exclaim; "You won't be excited for long, my little friend." 

He didn't so much bend, as fall, over onto the bed, as he was still blindfolded, and didn't know exactly where he was walking. "Spread your legs," she demanded. She peeled back his underwear just enough to expose his anus and a hint of his balls. Now was his turn to shake. "Maybe I should just shove this glass up your ass," she threatened calmly, as she poked at his ass with the cut glass, although not enough to break the skin. He clenched his butt, as she approached the sensitive areas. "You'd probably like it, you faggot," she insulted. "Where is that stupid thing you used on me," she asked – mostly of herself, as she looked around. "Oh, there you are," she pronounced as she located the Kitty. "Let's get you ready for some fun," she said coyly. Walking quickly to the bathroom, Diane located her razor, and raced back into the room, to prevent loosing control of the situation. He didn't dare move, and never knew she left. He was turning out to be a refreshingly compliant prisoner. 

"We have to prepare you for your kisses," she giggled, starting to enjoy herself a little too much. Diane knelt down at the side of her bed, and pried apart his but cheeks, to expose the stranger's hesitant, exposed asshole. That's what she wanted to work on first. She angled her razor vertically, and started removing the stray hair around his anus with brief, gentle strokes of the razor. The stranger was clearly much more worried about this procedure than necessary, as he was muttering, shaking and quivering the entire time. Diane didn't care, and actually preferred it that way. After what she went through, this fucker was going to feel some fear and pain. 

Diane inspected her work thoroughly, moving his butt cheeks from side to side, spreading out his anus. His hairless ass actually looked sort of cute, like a young boy's. He didn't look so intimidating now. With a crack of her bare hand on the middle of his ass, she pronounced him ready. Diane opened the bottle of oil that the stranger had been so considerate to provide, and poured it directly on his butt hole, and massaged it around the area, onto his ball sack. He might enjoy the way that felt, but that would make the pain all the more pronounced, she told herself. For good measure, she ran the cat tails along the oiled ass. 

Diane lost count of the cracks after 20. She really didn't care, she just wanted to see some evidence of pain. She couldn't her him cry, but she did notice the whole area go red – first with stripes where the tails had 'kissed his ass' and ultimately spreading out to into red blotches, over the whole ass crack. That was gonna hurt in the morning, she said to herself. "How does that feel, prick," she inquired. Of course, she received no response, and desired none anyway. Instead, she found herself carried away with a swell of emotion, causing her heart to beat, and her snatch to run wet again. She didn't want to fuck him, but it was a turn on, in an odd way. 

When she concluded her discipline session, Diane pulled his underpants back up covering all evidence of the damage. Her little friend's face was read, and creased from laying on the bed spread. "Sit up," she instructed. "I want you to look at something," she followed. She grabbed the middle of the cuffs, and started pushing him toward the bathroom – shank in hand. She wasn't taking any chances. As she marched him into the bathroom, she noticed that his cock had shrunken substantially, from all the abuse back there. She turned him around at the bathroom door, and urged him into the sink area. "Kneel down," she said. "What's on the floor?" Diane inquired calmly. 

"Mumph?" he responded. 

She ripped the towel out of his mouth. "The FLOOR!" she repeated. 

"I don't..." he tried in vain, as he could see nothing through the blindfold. As he carefully attempted to lower his head for closer inspection, without the benefit of his hands for balance, she grabbed his hair and pushed his face directly into her piddle puddle, rubbing his cheek in the mess. 

"Do I have to rub your nose in it like a dog?" she inquired? 

"Ugh," he managed to reply. 

A small part of Diane felt bad for the helpless stranger, being forced to grovel in some strange girl's piss. But...serves him right, she concluded. After what he did to me. Her heart began to beat again with anger. "I should make you lick it up, scum bag," she considered. Thinking this was a command, the jerk stuck out his tongue, and started to taste the puddle on the floor. Diane looked down in partial shock, not thinking for a second that he would really do that. How awful her pee must taste, especially after sitting on the bathroom floor for a while. "You're disgusting," she concluded. "Just stop." He willingly complied. 

"Stand up," his captor ordered. "How are we going to get this cleaned up," Diane inquired innocently. 

"Give me a towel and I'll..." he tried. 

"A towel! Not likely. I'm not going to waste one of my good towels on you. Looks like you'll have to use your panties," Diane teased, looking squarely at his cock and balls, hugged in a tight package between his legs. She would finally get an eyeful of what he was hiding under there. To Diane's surprise, the thought of having his underwear removed must have excited him tremendously, as his cock began to grow quickly, and throb against the white cotton shield. Diane was thoroughly enjoying herself, now. It was much better being the master, instead of the slave. 

With great anticipation, Diane slowly pulled down his underpants, revealing a well groomed package that had grown to fucking proportions by now. Seven inches, by her calculations. His dick had become horizontal with anticipation, as he stepped out of his silly underwear. Her face came dangerously close to the throbbing member, as she bent down to assist the removal of his clothing. She caught a brief whiff of his man scent, which was not altogether unpleasant. 

"Open your mouth," she instructed. The stranger seemed confused, but slowly complied. Diane wadded up the underpants, and stuffed them into his mouth. "Now clean it up," she demanded without hesitation. The naked man in the bathroom obeyed, and knelt down on the floor, balancing with his hands secured behind his back. He started wiping up the girl pee the best he could with his underwear held securely in his mouth. She imagined his humiliation, being stripped naked in a position of vulnerability, engaging in this humiliating task. Maybe that would teach him. "So you're the deliveryman and the janitor too, ha," she joked. The man dropped the half soaked shorts out of his mouth, and picked it back up on the wet side, so the dry portion could be used to sop up more of the mess. Clearly, there was far too much waste on the floor for this little bit of cotton to absorb, but he was trying, wasn't he? Diane viewed the show by sitting on the sink counter, knees bent to her chest. After a while, a devious thought popped into her head. She could squirt some more on the floor right now, making his messy job even more challenging. Diane pried her legs apart slightly, and angled her pee hole near the remaining liquid on the floor. She then spread her lips apart, experiencing a fleeting pain, as she brushed her bruised clit in the process. Closing her eyes, and biting her lip, she tried to pee with all her might. At first, nothing came. She concentrated harder, turned on the sink for assistance, and tried to relax her bladder for a full on stream. But alas, all she could muster was a little dribble, and then a minor squirt, which accidentally sprayed onto the cleaning-man's neck. He turned toward her, reflexively, but could see nothing, as he was still blindfolded, of course. He muttered something resembling a protest into his pee soaked mouth rag, but Diane just laughed. She rinsed off her hands, and wiped herself clean with a hand towel, and threw it on the floor next to her captive. Without instruction, he started using her towel offering to sop up more of the spill. 

Eventually, he started to choke, as he held the piss-drenched rag in his mouth, in an effort to finish his assigned task. Eventually, Diane's kind nature got the best of her, and she instructed him to stop. He spit out his disgusting cleaning rag, immediately.

"Put 'em back on, now," she said, referencing his yellow-whities. "I don't want to see your cock pointing at me," she lied. 

"Can you help?" he blurted out, blushing as a result of his predicament, including his inability to cover up with the only shred of clothing available. Diane carried the disgusting shorts with the tips of her fingernails, to avoid direct contact with her pee. It was hers, but the last thing she wanted to do was touch it. He stepped through his thoroughly pee soaked shorts, and she pulled them up for him. How wet and disgusting they must feel, against his beaten ass and privates.

His partially erect penis was now clearly visible through the wet pants, and Diane gave it an occasional glance. "Real cute," she said, in her best condescending voice. Why don't you show all your friends? Let's get you in front of that video camera." Diane paraded the bound man at shank point toward the camera, while at the same time reaching around through his wet pants, and aggressively yanking out his now-soft cock out through the flap in his underwear. "Do a little dance for me," she asked. He bounced his cock around for her viewing pleasure, in front of his camera. 

When she tired of this game, she decided to initiate a new form of humiliation. Using a string from a string-tie bag on the floor, she knotted one end around the tip of his penis, and wrapped the other around her hand. "Let's go for a walk," Diane commanded, as she yanked his cock forward, and led him, blindfolded, around the room. Quietly, she opened the door, and continued to coax him out into the hotel hallway. Once he was safely out of the room, she released his cock leash, and slammed the door behind him, locking it from the inside. Good riddance, she announced to herself. 

Diane took a deep breath as she ran to get her cell phone to report the incident to the authorities. She flipped open the phone, and to her shock, a new text message appeared from Jake: "Did you enjoy your surprise?" it read. The occupants of the room next door could hear the cell phone shatter as it hit the wall of Diane's home away from home. 

The End...



Room Service



"AAAAAHHH!"

Crash!

I stormed into my hotel room in a whirlwind and kicked off one spiky black stiletto heel, narrowly missing the French door panel in the doors separating my sitting room from my bathroom. Yet I still managed to hit the small Victorian style lamp perched on one of the many extraneous side tables throughout my suite. Wincing at the crash, I reached down with one carefully manicured hand to slip the other heel off my aching foot, allowing it to gently fall to the floor and avoid ALL contact with household objects other than the plush carpet underneath. I took a deep breath and curled my painted, hosed toes into the plush, allowing a stretch after having those toes buried in tight, smothering heels for eight hours. A heady scent of musky sweat, stale perfume, and cigar smoke enveloped my nostrils. 

"God, I need a shower...but, FUCK, I need a glass of wine more." I sighed, and my shoulders slumped suddenly, remembering that the small bottles of chardonnay probably had not been replaced yet in the mini-fridge. I had left the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging off my doorknob without thinking, and I had noticed during my whole stiletto vs. lamp moment that my bed remained unmade, though it was nearing dinner time already. Obviously, housekeeping was true to their word and had not made the rounds of my suite earlier that day. 

"Goddammit!" I growled under my breath and walked over towards the phone, tripping over the stiletto I had left on the floor. So much for me not launching it, much like a punted football, so that it might join its mate's casualty of the day across the room.

"Thank you for calling Room Service at the Grand, your wish is our command!" 

The sing-song, cheerful voice on the other end caused me to choke on the sip of water I'd swigged while the phone was ringing. 

"Are you fuckin' kidding me? You people RHYME?" The voice on the other end sputtered for a second (what, room service doesn't get cursed out regularly? Yeah fuckin' right) before responding with an appropriate Yes, ma'am, we sure do! What can I get for you today? 

"Jesus, I'm sorry..I didn't mean to come off like that. I've had the worst day ever." Smile, nod, smile, nod, yes, ma'am; of course, ma'am; no problem, ma'am. 

"I'm dying for a drink -- could you bring me a bottle of Australian chardonnay and a fresh wine glass? Great. Umm...yeah, food would be good...how about whatever fresh fruit you have floating around in the kitchen, whipped cream, some of those fantastic Belgian waffles you make, and as much whipped cream that you can fit on them. Can you do still do breakfast? You can? Fantastic! You just TOTALLY made my evening...Shit, you know what? I was planning on getting in the shower...if I leave the door open, could you just let yourself in with the food? I'll leave the tip on the sitting room side table...the one with the lamp on the floor beside it...oh, and the stilettos. What? Oh, no, like I said...long day of meetings...don't ask.."

After an enthusiastic thank you, I hung up the phone, walked over to the door and unlatched it, and I grabbed a few dollars from my blazer's pocket to leave on the side table. With a quick look around, confident that all was in order, and I could proceed with my "detoxification", the suite's marble-tiled bathroom was my next stop. It was probably the nicest bathroom I'd ever landed in a hotel suite, with huge mirrors everywhere, a walk-in-shower with four different heads, and the crowning glory, a Jacuzzi tub large enough to comfortably accommodate two adults, and beautifully situated next to a huge window overlooking the city below. I paused to look out the window...the sun was just beginning to set behind the skyscrapers, sending beams of light bouncing off of their windows like captured prisms. Some people prefer the country, but damn, if I'm just a city girl through and through.

"Oh, fuck it. I deserve a bath...and anybody who thinks otherwise can just kiss my ass." It occurred to me that perhaps carrying on livid conversations with no one but one's self present was a genuine sign of needing the ultimate "detox". That Jacuzzi had my name written ALL over it, and oh, my god, if they had bubble bath stashed in the bathroom, I'd be in heaven. I rummaged around for a moment and found lavender bath salts and oh! Could that be it? Yes, sandalwood bubble bath. They must have read my mind. 

With the water running hot and the bubbles rising in the tub, I began to undress. I was still wearing my velvet blazer, and that was the first item to go. As I slid the jacket off my shoulders, I paused a moment to run my hands over my stiff neck, squeezing my sore shoulder muscles gently. A sharp intake of breath made me realize just how stressed I had become over the past few days of non-stop marketing meetings and seminars. 

Slipping one hand underneath my knee-length black satin skirt, my fingers lingered a moment on the lace tops of my nude thigh high before grabbing the edge of the lace and beginning the slide down the length of my rounded thigh, smooth knee, and softly curved calf. I paused to gently massage the arch of my foot before removing the thigh high completely. I repeated the entire process with my other leg, relishing the cool air and the steam from the water as it hit my formerly confined skin. While God did not bless me with a rail-thin runway body, the advantage was being able to wear stay-up thigh highs without the extra clothing item of a garter belt. My freedom was precious to me, and left to my own devices, clothing consisted of the absolute minimum necessary. It never ceased to depress and amuse me that I found myself in a position of marketing power that required me looking like the First Lady during every single work day.

Leaving both thigh highs in an undignified pile on the bathroom floor, I reached around behind me and began unbuttoning my satin skirt. I loved this skirt because of that one fashion point -- the buttons. They were old fashioned and covered in black velvet. I'm all about the texture, and the combination of velvet and satin drove me wild. My fingers played with the buttons for a second, running the velvet over the pads of my fingertips and sending thrills of sensual pleasure up my forearms. Yes, definitely all about the texture. The satin of the skirt felt wet and slippery across my legs as I stepped out of it. I carefully draped the skirt over the wrought iron chair next to the tub and began the tedious work of unfastening the hook and eye latches of my white blouse. It was low-cut, eliminating that many more potential latches, but my fingers fumbled at the tiny hooks. I resisted the frustrated urge that pushed me to just pull and rip, reminding myself that the crisp white linen blouse had cost me the better portion of a paycheck , and remember how much you loved it when you saw it hanging in the boutique window? My conscience whispered rationalities to me. Finally, all the latches were undone, and I shimmied my arms out, laying the blouse on top of the skirt. I walked over to the window in my black satin bra and low cut panties, feeling the cool marble tile on the soles of my feet. As I listened to the sound of the water filling the tub, inhaled the earthy scent of sandalwood that filled the bathroom, and I looked at the red reflection of the sunset on the copper colored windows of the high rise next door, I took a deep breath and felt the first twinge of relaxation begin in the center of my chest. I undo the bra, slip off the panties, and pad my way over to the full tub to turn off the water and sink myself in.

I had completely forgotten about the fact that I had ordered room service until I heard the soft knock on the door, followed by the metal rasp of the doorknob being turned. 

"Good evening, ma'am, room service!" A deep masculine voice intruded upon me in the bathroom, arousing me from the drowsy world the warm water had embraced me with.

I shifted slightly, burying myself even deeper into the bubbles. "Yes, yes, I've been expecting you. The tip should be on the table right in front of you. Thank you!"

Through the snap, crackle and pop of the bubbles around my ears, I could hear the heavy footsteps of a large man moving around the cart and walking towards the table next to the bathroom door. The footsteps paused for about 30 seconds, and I looked towards the slightly open door to see what was going on. 

The silhouette that met my eyes was stunning. About 6 and a half feet of well-toned male build that had excellent posture. A pull in my groin brought a fury of warmth to my face and chest and made me look down at the bubbles, suddenly embarrassed. It had been a while for me, I guess. Yeah, that seems about right - last boyfriend left because I was away on business so often and never had enough time for him. He was a whiny pussy anyhow. 

"Ma'am? I'm so sorry to bother you -- I need a signature for the wine, though."

I paused, taking a deep breath. "Umm. Shit. Well, I'm kinda soaking in the tub right now." A million scenarios went through my fantasizing mind -- asking him to come into the bathroom or grabbing a towel and accidently letting it fall to the ground when I was signing. God, I was fucking horny. Of course, practicality always overrode fantasy in my little world, allowing for a protective haughtiness to enter my voice. "Can't this wait?"

I could hear him say something under his breath, though I wasn't quite able to make it out. "No, ma'am, I'm sorry, it can't. I'm not allowed to leave unless I have a signature from the room receiving any type of bottled alcoholic beverage. The Grand policy."

Fuck. Again with those dozen dirty fantasies. I could feel the New York bitch rise up to the occasion. "Well, we have a decision to make, then, don't we. Either I get out of this warm tub and freeze my ass off coming out there to sign this receipt, which, by the way I have NO towel anywhere near me, or you come bring it to me, but you better DAMN well bring me a glass of wine at the same time."

Jesus, did I just say that to a perfect stranger? His silhouette slumped slightly and I could hear a chuckle from behind the door. 

"As you wish." The silhouette disappeared from the door panel, I heard the clink of a glass and the deeper clink of a glass bottle, and his shadow came back into view in my panel. "May I come in?" 

Before I could answer, the door opened and there he stood, bottle of wine in one hand, glass in the other. And of course, naturally, because Murphy's Law and the Laws of the Universe would never have it anyway else with me, he was stunning. Deep chocolate brown eyes, slightly slanted in the corners, light brown mop of thick hair that had been horribly tamed down by some sort of unsuccessful pomade, and a five o' clock shadow that covered his angular chin and cheekbones. His tall frame was obviously toned, considering the way his shirt pulled across his chest and shoulders. His legs were about a mile long and ended in a pair of feet each the size of my head. His eyes did a languid once over the tub, pausing to raise an appreciative eyebrow at the tops of my breasts that floated in the water and finally stopping to meet my eyes. A slightly sarcastic smile played around the edges of his mouth, and I could feel once again the heat of a blush on my cheeks and neck. Damn it. So, I did what any self-respecting girl would do...shot my mouth off. 

"So, you gonna get me a fuckin' towel or do I have to sign this shit in the fuckin' tub, hm?" The sarcastic smile faltered a little at that verbal assault. Score one point for my filthy mouth. He set the glass and the wine bottle down on the edge of the double sink and picked up the huge white bath towel that I had set out earlier on the wrought iron chair. He was only able to take one step towards the tub before I sidetracked him once again, this time unintentionally. His foot flew out from underneath him, having slipped on my thigh highs, left crumpled in a slippery heap next to the chair. The next thing I heard was the sickening thud of his head as it hit the marble floor.

I didn't hesitate. I flew out of that tub so fast that bubbles and water went everywhere, including splashing my wounded room service flirtation. I knelt down beside him as he lay stunned on the ground. 

"Oh my god, are you okay? Are you hurt? Can you move?" I hit him with twenty frantic questions, cradling his head in my hands, checking for blood, looking for bruising. His eyes were closed still, but a shallow breath escaped his mouth...at least he didn't kill himself, thank god! They fluttered open after a few seconds and focused on my face. 

He smiled at me. "You're naked." Then he reached up, put his hand on my neck, and pulled my mouth down to his.

His mouth tasted like cinnamon, and I sunk into the kiss for a moment before whispering against his lips, "What the fuck was that? Who the hell do you think you are?" 

"Figured as long as you were on the floor with me and naked, it was worth a shot." 

"Are you okay?"

His head slowly nodded against my hands, and I unconsciously ran two handfuls of the soft brown hair through my fingers. "Yeah, I think so."

"You slipped."

"I know"

"On my thigh highs." I rested against his cheek, inhaling the scent of cinnamon and his skin. My lips brushed against his earlobe.

"I know."

"You shouldn't have kissed me." My tongue played with the curl of his earlobe, slipping into the small silver hoop that pierced it.

"I know...but I wanted to. It wasn't so bad, was it?" His hand played with the back of my neck, fingers twisting into the damp tendrils of hair that escaped the loose bun it was put into. His breath was warm against my cheek. "I picked the lamp up for you, by the way."

I laughed into his neck. "Thank you. And no, it wasn't so bad." I leaned back and looked into his eyes. Their brown depths held promises I couldn't even put words to. I realized that my naked breasts were cold against his shirt sleeve. 

"Your shirt...it's all wet..." I raised myself up on my knees and playfully toyed with the buttons on his shirt. His eyes never left mine as I undid the top two buttons of his now wilted white dress shirt. Running a finger lightly over the collarbone I had just exposed, I lowered my eyes and asked, "So. What now." I looked up shyly, suddenly feeling extremely exposed and vulnerable. I realized that I was sitting completely naked in front of a stranger who had just kissed me. I didn't know what I wanted next. The yearning to immerse myself completely in the pleasures that this man's body held for me was overriding whatever wisdom of conscience that was screaming at me to reconsider. Luckily, I didn't have to reconsider because with one swift movement, he wrapped his strong fingers around my wrist, sat himself up, and immersed my mouth within his cinnamon-flavored kiss. His tongue parted my lips, opening it to receive the light caresses of its muscular tip. I felt his hand trail up my spine to where the clip held my messy mound of hair. With a gentle tug, the clip came loose and waves of light auburn hair fell around my shoulders and down my back. His hand grabbed the portion of hair at the base of my skull and tugged my head back, arching me backwards into his arm and exposing my dripping cunt to the moist, cool air of the bathroom. It was impossible to turn my head, and I tensed, but only for a moment. His other hand let go of my restrained wrist and cupped my ass, pulling me on my knees across the wet floor towards him. His eyes held such laughter as I looked up into his face over mine, feeling the scratch of his uniform against my inner thigh and the bulge of his cock press into my leg. 

He smiled at me. "I don't know. What next, indeed."

The bitch flared, as she usual does in moments of vulnerability. "Well, if I'm gonna fuck you, I should at least know the name I should be screaming when I cum." My eyes met the challenge of his. 

"Luke. You'll be screaming Luke." He chuckled when he said that, and the bitch flared again. I shook my hair free from his grasp, moved back six inches, and placed a strong hand in the middle of his chest, pushing him backwards onto the floor. I straddled him, pressed my cunt against his cock and my breasts against his chest, and immersed my mouth in his cinnamon kiss once again. I could feel him begin to grind his rock-hard cock against me. I moaned softly into his mouth and he pressed me into him in response. My fingers quickly undid the remaining buttons of his shirt, exposing his broad chest and the soft layer of dark curls that covered it. I ran my hands over his chest and lightly rimmed his nipples with my index fingers. A low growl vibrated in his throat as his tongue thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth, its movement running up and down the length of my inner lip. I pulled back, lightly biting his bottom lip. I slid my ass down his thighs slightly so that I could expose his belt and the taut bulge of his cock, moving my hands from where they were toying with his nipples down to his hard stomach, tracing each and every outline of the muscles with the lightest of touches. His skin trembled under my touch. 

I began to play with his belt buckle, moving my mouth to his neck. I buried my tongue and lips in the curves of his collarbone. His skin tasted like motorcycle leather and soap, with a hint of afternoon sunshine. My heart ached as my groin clenched with the very thought of his skin against mine. God, I hadn't realized how lonely I was.

With an internal determination welling up, protesting the wave of self-pity washing over me, I placed both hands on his chest and pushed him backwards to lie on the cold, hard marble tile. Pinning his wrists at his sides with both of my hands, my mouth began exploring the intricacies of his erect nipples, the patch of hair below his navel, and my mouth covered the bulge his cock made as it pressed against his dress pants, breathing warm air through the fabric and onto his erect member. He moaned and writhed on the floor, never saying a word, his deep brown eyes watching me the entire time. As his upper body strained to get up from the floor, I pushed him harder into the floor. 

"Stay, Luke. You're mine to enjoy." With that, I saw a spark flare in his eyes, and he pushed my hands away, wrapped his strong arms around my waist, and pulled me on top of him. 

"Oh, you think that, do you, my determined little Miranda." At the sound of his deep voice uttering my name for the first time, I knew from then on that I could quite easily wake up every morning to my name being said, Luke-style, for the rest of my life. Or so I thought in that moment...

I hesitated when he said my name and Luke took full advantage of that, pinning my wrists between the fingers of his huge left hand and using his right hand to entwine himself into a huge handful of my hair. He rolled me onto my back beneath him, and he shoved a knee between my legs to expose my throbbing pussy to him. His eyes took in the extent of my nakedness appreciatively, causing me to blush, but I didn't have enough time to feel embarrassed. His left hand moved with confidence to the smooth skin of my rounded belly, and with a gasp, I melted to his hand as he slipped his index and middle fingers over the burning nub of my clit. With small, sure movements, he gently stroked as my hips thrust against his hand, begging for more. I moaned with each thrust, my body pleading for penetration that he had only teased me with. His ring finger rimmed the edge of my cunt as his index finger stroked my clit. And then penetration, glorious penetration. His middle finger slid into my dripping wet pussy, gently at first, but thrusting more quickly and more deeply with every moan that escaped my mouth. His index finger continued to stroke small circles on my clit, and I could feel the warmth of the building orgasm begin flooding my abdomen with uncontained anticipation. I reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of his thick brown hair, pulling his face to mine and smothering his mouth with the hunger of mine, drinking in the taste of his lips and tongue. With the rising warmth of my orgasm, I attacked him with my kisses, until I could no longer contain the warmth between my legs.




Room Service



I screamed into his mouth as the orgasm broke like a wave over my whole body. The release soaked his hand and upper arm with my fluids, and my back arched on the floor, pressing my entire body against his. I could feel the smile on his lips as he continued to thrust gently into my pussy, draining my orgasm of ever shiver, every shudder, every electrical release, making me press my pussy over and over again against his hand. 

"Please, please, I can't take anymore!" I was begging and laughing breathlessly, and I could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed me again. 

"As you wish, my love..." 

I leaned my flushed face against the warmth of his thigh as my body continued to tremble against his. I could feel his cock like a brick against my stomach, and I curled into him on the floor. He was still kneeling above me, his breath barely making any noise in the now still bathroom that had only just echoed with my orgasmic elation. I looked into his eyes. 

"My love?" The question was followed with a raised eyebrow and a piercing look, courtesy of the bitch. His countenance shimmered - I have no other way of describing it - as several different emotions crossed it all at once. At his confusing array, my own confidence shrank and I followed my question up with a quick, "Never mind. So...um...wow." Air exited my lips with a cross between a sigh of relief and a groan of pleasure. I quickly lowered my eyes to the ground and looked up at him through my bangs coyly. "Bed?"

At that word, Luke softly took my head in his hands and lowered his mouth down to mine again. I inhaled the musk of his skin, savoring the scratch of the stubble on his chin against the soft skin of mine -- his mouth moved slightly, and he murmured against my lips. 

"Tough call, luv, tough call."

Ah! I couldn't stand it anymore! I arched my back, thrusting my hips against his muscular thighs as I exhaled in frustration. 

"God you're driving me crazy! Fuck this shit!"

I craned my neck forward, straining against his grip. After a few moments of fumbling for his belt buckle, I finally found it easily, but I rapidly discovered that the styling of the buckle wasn't quite so easily navigated. Luke chewed at my mouth, gently running my bottom lip over his upper teeth, sucking my tongue into his mouth while playing with its tip. I could feel his lips curl in a smile throughout my struggle with unfastening his pants. I growled at him for being so decidedly unhelpful. 

After several failed attempts, success became mine. The black leather belt reluctantly gave up its position against its silver buckle. I began to unthread the buckle from the front of the pants. As I toyed with the waistline of his smooth black chinos, my fingers danced across the line of hair that peeked out just below his bellybutton, a line that promised the way to a happy trail that wasn't either effeminate or overgrown. I toyed with the hip bones that poked out slightly, tracing circles around them, beaming with satisfaction as Luke squirmed and groaned at my touch. Running my fingers back to the front of his pants, I undid the top button and lowered the zipper that barred access between certain undisclosed pleasures and my certain orgasmic fate. I slipped one hand into the front of his pants as I continued to kiss him, caressing the shaft of his hard cock. I was pleased to discover that the girth was not lacking, nor the length. Naturally, of course not...after all, this was my fantasy, and he had to be perfect. 

I pulled my hand out, teasing his balls with a quick, gentle squeeze. I slowly rose to my feet in front of him. Naked, slightly damp, and breathing heavily, I must have looked like a mostly disheveled Venus emerging from an effervescent ocean. Luke took full advantage of me, kneeling up and burying his chiseled face between my moist legs, his hands pushing my thighs aside, allowing his tongue to slip into the dark forbidden mound of my cunt. His tongue lingered over my lips, teasing at my clitoris. My knees trembled and almost bent. 

"No," I whispered, "Not yet...."

I grasped his hands in mine and pulled him up. This process elicited the chain reaction of simultaneously causing his pants to fall around his ankles, exposing the fact that he went "commando", forcing a giggle out of me (trouser socks and no matching boxers?), and causing the color to rise to his face....absolutely adorable. I undid his shirt quickly, resisting the urge to simply rip the buttons off. The cotton shirt slid over his shoulders and down the broad muscles of his back, falling to the floor as he shrugged it off. 

Clothed, he was impressive. Nude, he was a god. Well, except for the tangled mess of trouser socks, dress shoes , and chinos that piled around his ankles. He allowed me the quick once over after his shirt fell to the floor, but quickly began fumbling with the laces on his shoes when I snickered at the ridiculousness of the pile on the floor. I smiled at him. "Aww, let me help, silly..you're just making it worse." I knelt back on the ground at his feet and untied the lace of his left loafer. Unable to resist, I leaned over his knee and nudged his cock with my nose. I was met with a shiver and an appreciative "Mmmmmm". Encouraged, I took the head of his cock in my mouth as I slipped the left shoe off his foot and began sliding the sock slowly down his calf and ankle. He straightened his back, tangling his left hand into my hair and rubbing the back of my neck while I sucked softly at his shaft. Moving over to the right shoe, I slid slightly on my knees, taking his cock with me. Since he had already untied the right shoe, all I had to do was remove the shoe and sock from his foot. I lightly dropped his cock so that he could step out of the pile of clothing and come to stand, completely nude, in front of me. Looking up at him, I felt the clench and warmth in the pit of my groin. God, he was perfect, and god, I wanted him. My awe and raw lust must have shown in my expression because he began laughing and knelt down in front of my face. Thank you was all he whispered before his mouth met mine again, and I sunk into his embrace.

I pushed him backwards onto the pile of mixed-up clothing on the floor, towel, my business attire, his damp dress shirt and pants, and straddled his thighs. I moved my throbbing pussy up and down his cock, soaking it with the juices of my desire and my earlier orgasm. I leaned down to murmur in his ear, "God, you don't even know how badly I want to fuck you right now."

"So why don't you?" The question held laughter and his eyes glinted in the dimming light of the sunset that could partially be seen through the window over the tub. I considered his face for a moment, shrugged my shoulders in agreement, moved my hands between my legs and began guiding his cock into the warm embrace of my welcoming pussy. 

Obviously, he slid right in. I was so dripping wet that I could have slid a telephone pole in there, no problem. His perfect girth filled me. Perfectly. I sighed as I toyed with a slight smile on my lips, and rode him over and over, pushing him deeper inside of me with every shift of my body. His murmur of contentment grew husky as his breathing became more and more ragged. I twisted my lower torso slightly, shifting him inside me from one wall to the next, clenching my inner muscles around his cock and eliciting groans of pleasure. He wrapped his arms around my midsection and sat up, allowing me to straddle his lap and rotate, back and forth, back and forth, sliding his hard cock into me. My knees ground into the rougher fabric of the chinos, allowing for the pain of the friction to compliment my growing pleasure. His mouth explored the edge of my collarbone, the strong tip of his tongue running ever so slightly in the valley between my shoulder and my neck. His mouth found its sweet spot and he locked, sucking over and over again. The sharp ache of the bruise he was creating found its place between my legs, causing me to flood him again with my sweet juice of orgasm. And I screamed...I will admit...the pleasure he was inflicting upon me was too much, I needed something to put in my mouth, soothe the screams of pleasure with something to keep me busy, occupied. My hands found his chin and grabbed the sides of his face. I tilted his mouth up towards mine and bit his lower lip, sucking it through my teeth and allowing them to drag across his soft skin. I reached below his cock and stroked his balls as we kissed, grasping the shaft as I rolled them in my palm. He was soaked with my orgasm, allowing my hand to glide like ball bearings through a well-oiled engine. He shuddered with every stroke, and I laughed, low, heady, intoxicated laughter. My mouth moved to his earlobe, where I sucked as though it were the juiciest piece of fruit. My tongue had a mind of its own, it seemed, choosing to linger in the crevices of each curl and smooth edge. His body tensed and his breath became ragged -- I rocked my hips against his and quickened my hands' slide around his balls. 

"Oh my god, I'm going to come." He gasped in my ear and pressed his body hard into mine. His flood filled my abdomen with warmth, and I felt him contract within me, tiny pulses of pleasure that were mimicked as tiny earthquakes through his skin. 

I stared at the window of the bathroom at the setting sun and realized how much time had gone past. "You're going to need to clean up and get a new uniform before you head back down to the kitchen, there, luv." I gave him a little half-smile. 

He propped up on his elbows and looked at me. "Oh, don't you worry about that. I got it covered. They won't be missing me anytime soon. But YOU, you, my dear, are a goddess! That was amazing!" He beamed a toothy smile at me and gently arched his hips up, pulling himself out of me as I protested softly.

"Oh, must you leave so soon...?"

He rolled over on his back onto the pile of clothing and put his arms behind his head. The self-satisfaction practically oozed from him and onto my aura. "No, darling, I'm not leaving. Not now." I stood up to find a towel and as I walked away I heard him whisper into the still bathroom air. "Not ever."

I decided that a shower was in order. I began running the water in the large shower and was testing the warmth on my wrist when I felt him come up behind me. He pressed his nakedness into mine. "May I come in?" I turned to face him and found myself getting lost in those brown eyes. How could I argue with that? Instead of answering, I simply pulled him into the shower with me.

The water cascaded down my back. The wonderful thing about multiple shower heads is that there isn't that intolerable cold, drafty spot that you get in a shower with a single head. Luke picked up the shampoo bottle and began washing my hair. I thought of all the questions I wanted to hit him with, where was he from, what did he do, what was his favorite color, how many brothers did he have, did he like his family...I picked something simple. "So, how long have you been working for the hotel?"

His hands moved through my hair, massaging my scalp in small circles. "Not long, not long at all."

"Do you like it?"

"It's not bad. No real complaints."

I grinned. "How about fake ones?"

He laughed as he let the water rinse my hair. "Yeah, there's a few of those." God, his smile was amazing.

He rubbed some conditioner through my hair and then began washing my body. I stood there, letting him wash me, and just watched him. The muscles in his arms contracting and relaxing, the ripples in his abdomen as he twisted and bent down. He knelt and rubbed his hands over my calves, up and down, letting the water and the soap slide down my legs. The feeling of disbelief at this perfection lavishing all this attention on me overwhelmed me. I buried my hands in his curls and murmured, "Why me...why me." 

When he heard that, he stood up and wrapped his arms around me. "Why you, Miranda? Because you're you. Look at you, luv. You're incredible -- beautiful, powerful, talented, intelligent. Any man would be lucky to be here, in the shower, with you." Again with that grin. I was falling in love with that grin. 



Room Service



It was a mild day in early spring and Charlotte was on the morning shift. She had been a maid at the Fourways hotel for two weeks. It was just a stop gap while she looked for something better. In the economic climate any job was better than no job at all and it paid for her nights out and a few treats. What she really wanted was a new pair of shoes. She already had 29 pairs, so another pair would make it a nice round number. She had had her eyes on some nice Ugg boots. Her friends all had them, and she didn't want to be the odd one out. 

She had to be at work for 10, to do the rooms. She had been late once that week and didn't want to be late again. She had got up in good time and showered and just had a coffee and a muffin. She had got her clothes out the night before to save time. She thought her outfit was a bit silly, but she had noticed the guys at the hotel were always checking her out, so it must be OK, she had concluded. It was hotel policy for the maids to wear the traditional gear. She had ironed her little black skirt and white shirt, so there were crisp creases in the sleeves and the vent at the back of her skirt was razor sharp. She normally wore hold-ups, which she knew really got the guys attention. It was that little bit of flesh, which showed at the top between her stockings and skirt. However, on this particular day, she fancied a change. She got out a brand new pair of tights from her bedroom cupboard. She looked through the little cellophane window on the box and chose a pair of sheer black. They were 10 denier, which she thought were quite sexy and felt good. She opened the flap on the box and pulled them out. She liked the feel of them. The stretchy nylon was all clingy and warm on her hands. She took them down stairs, so she could dress as she listened to the radio. She put one foot on the edge of the sofa and slipped one hose of the tights over her toes and pulled them up as far as the crease of her bum and then she gathered up the other one and stepped into the tights and pulled them up. They were a lovely snug fit. She often preferred to wear them without panties and opted to go commando on this particular day too. She pulled her tights up to her belly and twanged the elasticated waistband, with a satisfying 'snap.'

Four miles across town Paul had finished breakfast and was idling in his room, watching daytime TV. He had had a wasted journey. The meeting with the consultants had been cancelled after the main man had pulled out with flu. However, Paul had already made the trip by the time they had called it off, but with a one hundred and sixty mile journey his boss had called to say that he might as well enjoy an expenses paid night and come back the day after. He would maybe go for a walk and then take the scenic route home. He was, truth be known quite miffed at having made a pointless journey but took it phlegmatically and thought he might as well make the most of what had effectively become a day off. He quite liked out of town hotels. They were always welcoming and gave him a feeling of novelty, without actually being on holiday. The little luxuries - simple things made him happy. The TV; the little tablets of soap and shower gel; the cinnamon biscuits in their shiny red packet. This room even had a little refrigerator. He didn't use it, but it was sort of comforting, to know it was there. He was just thinking about going out when there was a knock on his door.

'Yes?'

Charlotte turned the handle and stepped into Paul's room.

'Oh, sorry, I didn't think anyone was in, cos there's no "not to disturb" sign.' Paul did a double take at the sight of the girl in her neat little uniform. His pulse quickened a pace.

'It's OK, I was just off out anyway. What time do I have to be out of here?'

'Eleven o'clock actually, I can come back if it's not convenient!'

'No, carry on, I'll just get a few things together, then I can have a quick getaway.'

Charlotte smiled and nodded and set about cleaning the room.

Paul sat at the foot of one of the twin beds and pretended to fiddle with his shoe laces, while secretly watching Charlotte as she dusted the TV screen. She moved to the glass table and squirted a little shot of gunk out of a bottle, before polishing it off to a smooth sheen. She didn't quite know how, but she knew he was watching her. She had a sixth sense for that sort of thing. She turned round and Paul averted his gaze quickly and coughed nonchalantly. He stood up. At the same instant Charlotte dropped her duster down the back of the table. This necessitated her bending right over to reach for it. In her pelmet-like skirt this was going to give Paul a front seat view of her arse. Paul didn't miss the opportunity and gazed at her bottom lecherously, as she stooped to pick up the duster. He almost gasped as he saw her cute butt in her black tights. He could see instantly that she wore no pants and almost as instantly began to develop a hard on. He looked at her slim thighs and that cuter than cute ass under the skirt. Charlotte retrieved her duster and looked round at Paul, who had become a little flushed. The maid was only too aware that she had given him a treat and that made her feel horny. She had never had any of the male guests make a pass at her before. She would have quite liked it, but she didn't expect it today, since Paul appeared to be quite a gentleman. Charlotte looked at him and smiled nervously and went about her chores. Charlotte was quite a cute, innocent-looking girl, which Paul liked, but the uniform did something for her. The combination of the white blouse and black skirt. It said "Come and get it" and "Keep off!" All at the same time. Charlotte was about done and as usual asked her guest if there was anything else she could attend to.

Paul paused at her question. His mind was doing over time. He felt flustered and incredibly turned on. He held his jacket in front of his trousers to hide his erection. 

'Erm, what...what did you have in mind?'

'I mean can I get you anything or help you with anything?' He felt his mouth go dry and he could feel his heart beating in his chest as he dwelled on the possibilities.

'Anything?'

'Well...' 

Paul made his move, Instinctively. Raw sexual emotion was fuelling his thoughts now. If he stopped to consider it, the chance would be lost.

'If you don't mind me saying, you look hot in your uniform.'

'Oh thank you.' 

Now it was Charlotte's turn to blush. She was enjoying the attention and could feel the tension building between herself and the guest. 

'You don't think this skirt is a bit too short then?' She said coyly.

'Too short! No it's fabulous! I love it.'

Charlotte was playing with the hem, so that she was just now and then revealing the dark band at the top of her tights. Paul noticed and it was driving him crazy. He needed to do something.

'Actually, you can help me, with something. Erm...'

Paul's voice was quavering with his nerves.'

'Yes!' Said Charlotte brightly.

'What can you do about this?!' Paul dropped his coat revealing the tent peg-like bulge in his trousers.

'Oh shit!' Charlotte's bright green eyes widened and her mouth opened in surprise at the sudden development. 

'What would you like me to do?'

'Do you know what I really want?'

Charlotte just shook her head.

'I want to take your tights off and bend you over the bed and fuck you.'

'Oh wow! OK yes, I want you to do it! Do it now before I change my mind!'

Paul began to pull down the zip on his trousers to release the pressure on his penis.

'Do you want me like this or shall I turn round?'

'Turn round.'

Paul knelt down and unzipped her skirt, which just slipped to her ankles. He stared at her gorgeous ass, clad in the sheer black tights. He licked his lips as he put his hand between her legs and felt her puffy lips, through the hosiery. He pressed his nose into the fabric and rubbed it against her labia, sniffing hungrily at the musky scent from her sex. He gripped the top of her tights and pulled them down slowly. He got them down to mid thigh and stopped to plant a kiss on each of her ass cheeks and felt for her little quim, which was now wet and so, so hot. He rolled her tights all the way down to her ankles and Charlotte bent over the bed as Paul unbuckled his belt and quickly dropped his trouser and boxers. He placed his right hand on her back as he aimed his throbbing cock at her pussy. It went in, in one go. Charlotte let out a little squeal of delight. 

'Is that OK?'

'Yes, fuck me, just fuck me!!!'

Paul could feel his dick instantly harden at her words. He gripped her hips and began to thrust his tool into her. Just a little bit at first, just half way. But he built up the rhythm and speed and then went deeper and deeper and faster and faster. He began to pant as Charlotte let out a series of high pitched moans. 

Paul was now ball deep as he rammed his dick into her box, which was getting wetter and wetter with every spasm of her groin. He was breathing heavily through his nose, making lustful, animal noises as he gave her everything. He savoured the amazing feelings in his glans, giving vent to his feelings noisily. Charlotte responded, her moans almost becoming screams as her love box tightened around him; like her pussy was devouring his cock. He let out his own feelings of ecstasy and pulled out a second before he shot his load over her bottom in three huge squirts. Some splashed on to her white shirt and he wanked what was left onto her black tights, which were gathered at her feet, covering them with several droplets of his spunk. His cock was still throbbing with his orgasm as Charlotte turned round and beamed with a huge grin.

'Thanks, that was fucking great!'

'Yes, you were awesome!'

Paul went to the bathroom and cleaned her up with some tissues as best as he could and watched her dress and even after his orgasm, relished the sight of her pulling those tights on and over her delicious ass.

'I better get going, my supervisor's going to kill me!'

'OK, well thanks...erm...what's your...?

'Charlotte.'

'Paul.'

Charlotte offered her hand. 

'OK Paul. I'll be off then.'

Paul smiled and pulled her arm towards him and gave her hug and a peck on the cheek.

'Thanks for making my day!'

Charlotte smiled and disappeared through his door and off to clean the next room.



Room Service



I turn at the sound of the knock on my hotel room door. As I walk towards the door, I call out, "Who is it?"

"Room service!" the female voice answers.

I open the door to see you standing there smiling. You have an overcoat on, and immediately I wonder if there is anything under it.

I pull you into the room and push you against the wall as our mouths meet for the first time. We kiss passionately, hungrily; all the desire and sexuality of our letters spilling out in the first kisses. Our breathing is heavy and our hands search each other's bodies while our tongues enjoy the warmth and the moistness of each other's mouths.

My hands reach down and undo the buttons of your overcoat. Sure enough, you are naked underneath. We quickly pull it off, and I push you back up against the door, my body pushed full against your nakedness. At first we try and speak between the kisses, but the passion is too intense and we give it up, realizing there'll be plenty of time to talk later.

My hands reach up and find your breasts. Each hand cupping your wonderful tits, my thumbs and fingers rubbing and pulling your nipples. Every once in awhile I pinch one of them, causing you to flinch a little, making you breath a little harder.

You can feel my cock bulging against my jeans, wanting out, wanting you. But not yet. I move my head down and take one nipple in my mouth. The hand that had been on that breast moves quickly down between your legs. You are very wet already. In fact, your juices are beginning to drip down the inside of your leg. My fingers easily begin to slide inside you, my thumb and forefinger finding your swollen clit without any trouble.

My tongue flicks at your nipple, making it hard. My warm mouth feels amazing on your exposed breast. My other hand continues to rub the other nipple, pinching and pulling it.

Soon I move to the other breast. The hand that was in your pussy slides out, allowing my other hand some time inside you. My fingers are wet with your juices, and I move my hand to your just-sucked nipple and rub it again for a second, not really stopping, but just playing. It continues up to your mouth where you begin to suck my fingers. You can taste your juices all over my hand, and it makes you even hotter.

My mouth is sucking hard. Every once in awhile, I pull at your nipple with my teeth. The sexual energy in the room is unbelievable.

Finally I drop to my knees, pushing your legs apart. You arch your back against the wall, pushing your cunt towards my mouth. I hungrily begin to eat you. My goatee feels wonderful against your shaved cunt, and your juices are the best taste I have ever enjoyed. I suck them up, drinking in your wetness. My tongue flicks your clit, and you push down harder. You come close to orgasm, and I stop, not wanting you to go over the edge just yet.

I stand up again, and take one step back from you. I look at you, leaning against the wall, your eyes locked on mine. They are half closed. They have passion in them. Your eyes speak to me ... saying to me how much you want to fuck. Your breathing is so heavy and your shoulders rise and fall with every breath. Your nipples are hard and your breasts are red from the sucking and fondling they just received. Your legs are still spread apart, and I can see juices dripping down the inside of your thighs.

I smile, and you smile back. Without saying a word, I unzip my jeans and let my cock out. I reach up and put my hands on your shoulders and push you to your knees. I reach down with one hand and take ahold of my manhood. With my other hand I take the back of your head, and position you in front of me. You simply stare at the head of my cock, looking at the precum that has formed around the tip of it. 

Your tongue darts out of your mouth and licks off the precum. Then you go to work. You take me into your mouth and begin to suck. I groan. Both my hands go to your head and I keep you on me. You are so horny that you can't get enough of my cock, sucking and slurping my shaft.

I push your head deeper onto me. At first you almost gag at taking in more cock, but then you relax and enjoy it. You suck hard, wanting to please me. And you do please me.

Soon I am close to cumming, so I pull you away from me. At first you fight me, not wanting to stop. You want my load in your mouth and you don't like not getting the prize yet. But I insist, pulling you back to your feet and turning you around so that you are pressed against the wall again, this time face forward.

I pull your hips out off of the wall, and drop to my knees again. I kiss your ass checks, squeezing them with both hands. I spread them apart and kiss your asshole, my tongue flicking at it, licking it. Every once in awhile, I allow my tongue to slide in your very wet pussy.

Suddenly, without warning, I slap your ass hard. It hurts slightly, more because you weren't expecting it. I do it again, and then kiss it. Another slap. Another kiss. 

Then I stand. My cock is still sticking out of my zipper, and I position myself between your legs. 

You moan as you feel the tip of my cock rub against the lips of your pussy. Without any effort, it simply slides between the lips and inside of you. 

You push your hips back, "Oh, fuck me!" I push in deeper and begin to do just that. We pump hard and fast. Within minutes you begin to climax and moan as you hit your first orgasm. 

As your pussy lips tighten around my shaft, I can't take it anymore. My cock begins to swell, and we both know I'm about to explode. I quickly pull out of you and you spin around, dropping to your knees and taking me into your mouth in one movement.

I push your head onto my cock as I blast my cum into your hot mouth. You smile slightly as you swallow all that I give you.

After I've spent my load in your mouth, we both catch our breath. You stand up, still completely naked and fall into my arms. We walk over to the bed and lay down, my cock still hanging outside of my jeans.

We say nothing for a few minutes, simply take in the fact that here we are, in each other's arms, two people who have only ever talked over a computer, now enjoying each other's orgasms.

Finally I speak, although it is only a whisper, "Well, nice to meet you."

You smile, "hmmmm, yes it is." You look into my face and we kiss again. We chat for a few minutes, but our minds are already thinking about round two.

Slowly you pull my shirt off and undo my jeans and remove them. My cock is still soft, so you begin to kiss me. You move down to my chest and begin to suck on my nipples, biting them and pulling at them. Your hands reach down to my cock and you begin to fondle it, encouraging it to begin to grow.

Suddenly you move down and take me into your mouth. You begin to suck and I moan as I begin to grow erect inside your mouth. You suck harder as you feel my soft penis get hard.

Soon I am fully erect again, and you slide your tongue all over my shaft. You move down a little further and begin to suck on my balls, pulling on them, causing me to flinch with a slight bit of pain. One hands reaches around my shaft and you begin to pump me up and down, continuing to suck my balls.

You move back up, this time on top of me until our mouth meet again. Our lips are moist and our tongues are warm. You can still taste yourself in my goatee, and you can't wait to enjoy my tongue on you again.

You push your knees up and sit down on top of me, directing my cock inside of you. You are already very wet again, and I easily enter you. Our eyes lock as you begin to ride up and down on my manhood. My hands reach up and begin to play with your tits, pulling at your nipples. You do the same with your hands on my nipples.

As I look into your eyes, I can see the lust that is behind them. You have wanted to ride me for some time now, and you plan on enjoying it now that we are together.

You pump hard, your ass slapping down against my thighs as my cock slides deep inside you. I take one hand away from a breast and move it to your pussy, rubbing my thumb against your clit as my shaft darts in and out of you.

"Let me eat you again." I finally say, trying to get you to slow down. Quickly you spin around, straddling over top of me on all fours, and open your legs over my head. Your wonderful cunt drops down to my mouth and I kiss it softly as I feel my cock slide between your lips. You begin to suck me as my tongue darts inside of you. 

It doesn't take long to hit climax again, and soon you begin to moan as a wave of orgasm hits you. I pull you hard onto my mouth as you tighten and explode. At the same time, my cock begins to swell, and I let loose with another orgasm into your mouth.

After we are done, we stay in position for a few minutes. I softly kiss you pussy lips, feeling your juices all over my beard and inside my mouth. My cock remains in your hot mouth, and you gently massage it with you tongue.

Finally you turn around and lay down beside me. Our initial passion is spent, and it's time to chat with each other.



Room Service



A sexy older woman that orders room service gets more than her champagne sent up.

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Room Service



You stand outside his hotel room door, looking at the room number, hand poised to knock, and pause. Is this really happening? You've known him forever, each sharing their inner thoughts, from the romantic to lustful fantasy, yet thanks to the internet you have never met. Sure you know what he sounds like, and what he looks like. You smile at the memory of some rather steamy web sessions and sigh softly. But should you meet in person? You trust him, but can you trust yourself? You knock loudly.

The door swings open quickly and there he is in the flesh smiling at you. Too late to run now. You smile back nervously. He looks just like you pictured: tall, broad shoulders, short dark hair, and smiling eyes.

"Come in," he says nervously.

You had thought of meeting when he said he had an upcoming business trip to your area, and he eagerly agreed to your plans when you suggested them. One thing to be said for business travel is that the company usually pays for a nice hotel. This room was lovely. A suite with a sitting area, kitchenette and a king bed in the room beyond. As you look about you notice the roses and bottle of wine on the coffee table. You smile.

Your eyes return to him as he says, "You are as beautiful in person as online." Smiling, he motions you to the sitting area. He watches you saunter to the couch, lingering on the curve of your bottom, before following and pouring you a glass of wine.

You smile again. "I can't believe we are doing this," you say. He nods. You continue, "So as we agreed, no kissing, no touching right? We are just to watch right? Just like online."

He nods again smiling thinking of past pleasures with you. Your heart races.

You take a long sip of wine and then blurts, "Ok, you first."

He smiles at you and slowly stands while unbuttoning, eyes locked with yours. You see his chest, slightly hairy, then his abdomen as he pulls the shirt from his jeans. Your eyes wander lower seeing the bulge in his jeans. He waits. You look up as you realize you've been licking your lips.

"Now you," he says with a grin.

You blush. Ok, ok, now or never. You stand feeling his eyes take all of you in. You slowly unbutton your blouse. Eyes locked with his until he looks down at your firm breasts restrained by your black lace bra. You reach back and unclasp, freeing your breasts, exposing the hardening pink nipples to his gaze. The air must be cool, but why are you so warm then?

You motion him to continue and watch him slowly unbuckle and then unzip his jeans. You can see his dark blue boxers pushed out by his hardening cock, before he turns and slides his jeans over his hips and down. You watch his ass as he bends stepping out of his jeans. You can clearly see his erection as he looks back at you before pulling off his boxers. Now standing before you, in all his glory, cock rigid, you stare, lips parted, as you sigh deeply. You want to reach out and touch. You want to surround the head of his cock with your lips. Then you realize, he is waiting, watching, as you are cupping your breasts, gently squeezing your nipples without thinking.

You blush. His eyes follow your hands as you lower them to your squirt toying with the belt before slowly turning from him, bending, and sliding it over your hips. You know he is looking right at your bum, at the see through black lace panties, as you wiggle for him. You smile looking back over your shoulder at him. You step out of your skirt, heels still on, and turn to him. He is looking right between your legs, seeing the trimmed patch of hair through your lace panties.

You wonder if he can see the trickles of wetness between your lips, or if he knows exactly how turned on you are. You look at his cock again. Circumsized, the head stands proudly on his veined shaft, maybe 6 inches from his pubic hair and balls. It is thin, but how you want it deep inside you. You can see his balls hanging below, one slightly raised, as you contemplate the seed within, flowing up the shaft, emerging from the hole under the tip, spurting all over your body. Then you notice the bit of lubricant dripping from that same hole, dripping slowly down the underside of his shaft.

"Stroke it for me," you whisper.

He complies obediently placing his fingers under the shaft, and thumb on top, closing them around it, sliding them toward the head. You watch the skin of his cock first slide along the rigid shaft, then move back as his fingers slide over the head. On the backstroke you hear the squish of the precum against his skin, and a soft moan escape his lips.

His strokes look as if they are milking the precum from his cock. He stops, his cock coated and shiny, not wanting to cum. He looks at your body, then your eyes. You part your legs so that he can see your full lips when a drip of your own excitement rolls down your inner thigh. Embarrassed for a second, you blush, before realizing how erotic it must be. You touch the tip of your middle finger on your panties right between your lips and press.

You groan as they part and you drag your finger upward over your hardening bud of a clit. You must have more as you rub back and forth. You stop as your knees weaken, slide your wet panties down and off and hand them to him. He holds them up inhaling your scent as his cock jumps in excitement. He watches your naked body as you slowly walk past into the bedroom, beckoning him to follow. You watch his cock bob as he does.

You sit on the side of the bed on the clean white sheets before turning your back to the headboard and spreading your thighs, showing him all of you. He watches as you slide your middle finger down along one wet pouting lip then up the other. Then reaching down to where they meet at the base and pressing between, your lips parting to the pressure as you drag your finger between, so slowly, upward, sliding easily in the wetness, to the top, up and over your clit, where you linger, circling. Your other hand cups your breast as you pinch your very hard nipple between thumb and forefinger. You look at him as you moan.

You watch as he takes a tube of Vaseline and squirts a bead along the top of his cock and then slowly rubs it in with each stroke, twisting to get the entire shaft lubed. You watch in amazement as his cock emerges from between his fingers on each stroke down, only to disappear on each stroke up. The sound of the strokes, so erotic, is driving you mad.

Inching down, drawn toward him, you place the palm of your hand, fingers down, against your hot, wet lips and bend the middle two fingers, pressing them between your lips, and into you. They slide upward as you pull your hand upward, plunging into you, pressing on all sides. You lift your hand as you slide it downward, dragging your curled fingers along the top of you. It feels wonderful. You repeat, each plunge in deeper, and harder. you cry out feeling the waves of your orgasm gather.

Holding his cock in his hand, he climbs onto the end of the bed, and kneels between your thighs, and resumes his long slow strokes, watching your every move. You inch closer, your pace quickening with his. You look down over your heaving breasts, over your palm pressed against your engorged clit, fingers pressed deep inside, watching him stroking his cock, only inches from your pussy. You spread your thighs wide listening to the sound of his strokes, lifting your hips in response to your own synchronized thrusts.

Your legs tremble as the waves build. There is no stopping it now. Your body is thrust over the edge. As you lift to meet the crashing waves of your body, the back of your hand touches his as he strokes. You feel his cock, so hot against your skin. You turn your hand and wrap your fingers around him as your body convulses in pleasure, totally out of control. As it subsides, you realize what you've done and smile. You slide your fingers up and down the shaft, now slippery with a mixture of lube an his juices. Omg. You are stroking his cock. It is so hard.

He inches up as you inch down, and leans down to kiss your lips. You kiss him back, turning your head to kiss him deeper, urging him on. You guide his cock to you and press it against your wet pussy lips. You both moan as you touch. You feel the hard head of his cock press against your wet lips parting them, and then the underside of his shaft as he slides it along you, rather than in. The head presses against your clit pushing it aside as the shaft slides over it. Then reverse. He is rubbing against you with each thrust.

You wrap your arms around him, spread your thighs wide, and lift feeling him against you. You groan in each others mouths as you rub against each other. He slides easily along you, drenched in your wetness. You hold your breath as you feel another wave build, then gasp, and hold it again. You can feel his balls against the soft skin on your bum, now covered in wetness. You feel him harden even more knowing he is close. You can not wait any longer, as you cry out, lurching against his hard cock pressed against your clit.

You feel him before you hear his groan, knowing his pleasure, as you feel the shaft of his cock contract against your pussy, and the stream of cum spew from the head resting on your clit. One, two, three hot gobs of cum spurt onto your tummy, trailing sticky strings of cum through your now wet patch of hair. He kisses you deeply, your bodies still shuddering in their embrace.

Your lips part as he lifts his head, holding your cheek in his hand, and smiles down at you. He whispers, I love you. You hug him tight, pulling him close as he rests his face against your neck and shoulder. You smile as you think of how many rules your just broke, and how many more you are sure to break before the night is out. 



Room Service



I had been working at the hotel for a couple of weeks and so far had been enjoying it. It's one of those boutique hotels in the city centre, pretty high-end – we get a few celebs and politicians in. 

I run the front desk and double as night manager sometimes. Even though hotel work can be a bit anti-social and I don't see as much of my girlfriend as she'd like, we were making it work and I'm a fairly satisfied 29 year old straight guy.

This particular shift I was starting to get stressed out – my boss had taken the night off so I was in charge. We had a couple of big names in so I wanted to ensure there were no complaints tonight, especially from the VIPs. Everything was under control but I was nervous for another reason one of the guests was a hero of mine – Andy Mills. 

Andy is one of the top strikers for the football team I've supported since I was a little kid living up north, he's only a couple of years older than me but ever since he was 21 I'd had his name on the back of my home strip replica top and me, my brothers and my mates pretty much worshipped the guy.

Now he also played for the national team and was married to a smoking hot popstar who most guys would trade their right arm to get into bed with. In short, he's one of those blokes who every guy wants to be and every girl wants to fuck. Tall, dark, handsome with rugged good looks, and a ton of money – it was no wonder that I'd read countless stories in the papers about him banging Page Three models and soap actresses over the years.

He'd arrived 10 minutes before my night shift had started, and been shown to one of the best rooms we had. So I hadn't seen him yet, I was hoping to get chance before my shift finished in the morning. 

It was about 10.30pm, pretty quiet when Andy called down to reception to ask for an extra towel and toothbrush (he'd forgotten his). I couldn't resist taking them up personally and getting to meet him, plus, since he was an important guest – it was my job to check everything was to his satisfaction.

Andy was still in his training gear when he opened the door, football shirt, training jacket, jogging bottoms and football sock – he'd kicked his trainers off by the door. Looked like he'd eaten some food, watch TV and made a few calls – I introduced myself as the duty manager, told him what a massive fan I was and how I'd be watching the game tomorrow, finally asking if everything was to his satisfaction and needed anything else from the hotel.

He was friendly and relaxed – by the end of our chat we were talking like old mates. He was more like one of the blokes in my five-a-side team than a living legend. 

In fact he was so at ease, that as we talked he took the towel I'd brought up and started to take off his jogging shorts in front of me. I tried not to look and thought this was a bit unusual but figured he was just getting ready to shower before taking an early night and maybe was trying to subtly signal for me to leave.

But he kept the conversation going while he did it. So I couldn't get away.

Like most pro footballers he was in top shape, I couldn't help noticing his muscular legs as he stripped down his shorts – a little bit hairy, but probably insured for a fortune. 

Underneath he was wearing a lace-up white jock strap and I noticed his arse was pert and firm and had barely any hair, peachy like the way my girlfriend's looked. I avoided looking as he carried on taking the jock off and wrapped the towel round his waist, still wearing his football shirt and socks. He started:

"I do need a favour actually, mate. See - I need to get a good nights sleep before a big game, and usually me and the wife have a special routine that helps me be totally relax and keep focussed during the match. It's kind of my lucky charm, never fails." 

He gave me a cheeky grin and continued:

"The gaffer has a sex-ban on us the night before a match – worried about us being worn out or getting injured – so to make sure I don't have sex on the brain or spring a boner during the match the missus gets down and sucks me off good and proper the night before – best thing to help me relax and be focussed the next day".

He said it very casually, I smirked, I was a bit embarrassed but was secretly getting a massive kick out of having "guy talk" with Andy Mills. 

"But she's away on a tour in the US at the moment, so I've been getting a bit pent up..."

"...you'd like me to get the concierge to organise some company for you?" I delicately filled in the silence.

He laughed: "no, no, one of those bitches would be selling the story to the tabloids before I've got my boxers back on".

He continued: "I figure I need someone who understands how important the game is tomorrow, and will be discreet about helping me out. So, I wondered if you'd do it".

He was totally casual, and with that he dropped the towel onto the bed and showed me his cock.

I was stunned, not just at what he said, but also at his cock. 

Now, I've seen guys cocks before – in the changing rooms, in pornos and stuff – but I've got to admit I've never seen a hard-on in the flesh (other than my own) and Andy's was pretty impressive. 

Must have been at least eight inches (maybe bigger since it was still soft) uncut thick and straight – he wouldn't have been out of place in a porno, actually.

His low-hanging balls were trimmed and we nervously laughed at his suggestion his semi-hard package bounced up and down.

After a short, awkward silence, I replied: 

"Andy, mate, I think you've got the wrong idea. I'm not gay. If you need to blow your load then there's some good pornos on the hotel TV, why don't you just rub one out"

He countered: "Every guy knows that there's no comparison between having a wank and getting sucked off. I need to totally zone out, you know - cum without lifting a finger"

He had a point – there is nothing better than getting good head, but I couldn't help thinking this wasn't my problem and I didn't know him well enough to have this debate. On the other hand, weirdly I could feel my heart beating faster and - even though I'm not gay – I swear my own cock was getting a bit excited at the sight of his naked flesh.

"What goes on tour stays on tour, it's just a one time favour to help me out before the match tomorrow. I'm not gay either, but I really need to get off if I wanna be on top form tomorrow and 'any hole's a goal'" he argued.

He was stood quite close to me now, I could feel his hot breath on me. His cock was practically touching my trouser leg. He whispered in my ear: "you did say "if there was anything I needed"".

"I've never done this before. But... okay... no one can ever know, let's just do it quickly and get it over with." I don't know what made me agree to it, but as he sat down on the bed and I knelt in front of him I was starting to regret it already.

"You're girlfriend must suck you off, so you know what feels good. Just do that to me" he said, leaning back on the bed.

I nervously took his soft cock in my hand, it felt just like my own 7 incher, but a bit longer and thicker. I didn't know what I was doing but started wanking him off a bit to get him hard. 

"Suck it hard for me" he instructed.

I slowly leant forward, opening my mouth and taking his cock head into my lips. I closed my eyes and started sucking on it.

As my mouth moved up and down the shaft it started to harden up and I used my tongue to lick around his bulging cock head. Pushing his foreskin back and forth. This always felt good when my girlfriend did it and Andy seemed to appreciate it as he moaned in approval.

I started to get into what I was doing, forgetting my initial awkwardness and focussing on doing a good job and getting it over with. 

Surprisingly, Andy's cock didn't taste too bad, a bit salty maybe from the pre-cum, but clearly something about what I was doing was starting to turning me on as I could feel my own cock begin to bulge in my suit trousers. I knew I wasn't gay, this was just a physical reaction to the tension in the room and the sexy situation.

After 2 or 3 minutes more sucking in this position, I realised Andy had sat up on the bed, and was starting to buck his hips in rhythm with my bobbing head. Pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, and throat. I was surprised how much of his 8 inches I could take without gagging – my girlfriend could barely take half my cock, but I was getting a good 6 inches or more in my mouth.

Andy was getting more turned on. Putting his hands on the back of my head, he started guiding me deeper onto his cock, I felt his thick shaft in my throat, hurting slightly and nearly gagging. He held my hair and started to be a bit more forceful. 

"Hmmm, that's good. Take my big cock in your throat. Suck it deeper" his eyes were closed and he was totally in the moment.

Even though my eyes were starting to water, I wasn't put off by Andy's force, in fact I took it as a challenge to take his whole cock. I started trying to control my breathing and take him in deeper so that his low-hanging balls bouncing on my chin as he bucked his groin into my face getting a rhythm going.

Suddenly, I gagged and spat out his cock, tears running down my cheeks. 

Andy seemed frustrated – he held his cock with one hand and slapped my face with it, rubbing his sweaty, spit-covered shaft over my cheeks. It felt hot and dirty. I could smell salty pre-cum and realised I was actually eager to taste his cock again and hungry feel it stretching my throat and take all 8 inches. Now, Andy seemed to be teasing me, slapping my face with it, making me lick at him like a hungry dog.

Suddenly he stood up. Told me to lie on the bed, with my head off the edge. I knew what he wanted - I'd tried this position with my girlfriend to get her to take me deeper in her throat – she didn't like it much. Now I'd been challenged I was eager to prove I could take Andy's full 8 inches and eagerly got into position.

I wanted to undo my trousers and wank myself off at the same time, but Andy was waiting and this wasn't about me, it was about getting it over with and getting out of there.

Once I was in position Andy stood over my face, I realised if I tilted by head right back I could see us both reflected upside-down in the big mirror on the other side of the room. Andy's naked legs and arse, in his footie shirt and socks, with my reddened face in between below his perfect bum cheeks.

While I was looking at this I realised Andy wasn't pushing his cock into my gob, but instead I felt the soft skin of his balls sitting on my lips. 

"Lick them for me" he ordered, so I opened my mouth and started lapping at his trimmed bollocks with gusto, getting them wet before eventually lifting my mouth up to take them in and suck on them.

Andy was stroking his shaft and gently tea-bagging his balls into my mouth, moaning and smirking at the tingling feeling I was producing in his scrotum, I sucked on his little eggs, licking and nibbling on his sack the way I wished my girlfriends had done for me – most girls don't seem to like sucking balls but I've fantasied about having mine sucked good – I guess it was the same for Andy and he was enjoying this treat. 

I tasted and could smell the sweat of his groin, and from this position could feel the sweat of his tight, lightly haired butt cheeks. I looked back and the mirror and could see myself with a mouthful of his bollocks as his peachy arse bounced up and down above me.

"Your pretty good with that tongue, son" he said, "maybe you wanna have a go at this..." and with that he pulled himself forward down my face, until my mouth and chin were pressed firmly beneath his arsehole. 

At first I didn't know what he meant, then remembered I'd seen rimming before in porn films, but had never done it or had it done to me by a girl, plus I wasn't sure that I wanted to lick Andy's arse (or anyone elses for that matter).

Within seconds it was clear he wasn't giving me much choice – I looked back into the mirror, seeing his hands separating his cheeks and lowering his tight hole down on my mouth. I could barely breathe and in the heat of the moment decide 'fuck it –what goes on tour stays on tour' and took a lick at his rim.

It didn't taste disgusting like I expected, Andy was totally clean so as I licked up and down between his buttocks and tongued his tight little manhole, the over-riding taste was just sweaty, salty, sex – a bit like his cock. 

Andy clearly enjoyed being rimmed. He was moaning, telling me how good it was. I could feel my own hardness in my boxer-briefs, like I was about to explode. I wanted to touch it, but realised Andy was holding down my arms as he grinded his ass onto my face.

A few minutes later he was obviously keen to get his cock sucked again, he lifted his arse off my mouth and positioned his cock head at my lips – all the time still holding my arms. 

"This time I want you to take the whole thing like a horny little slut" he said "open up".

I opened my mouth and started to French kiss his cock as it slipped back into my warm mouth.

Soon Andy was holding me down and began skull-fucking me like a man possessed. I could feel the tightness of my throat as he pushed deeper and deeper. All I could do as my eyes watered was look back and the mirror and see his tight arse pumping away at my mouth. Bucking away at me like a porn star.

Eventually his shaft was completely in my throat and I could feel his bollocks on my lips and chin. 

"You're a naughty little cock-sucker, take my big dick you hot little bitch". He took a few slow strokes, savouring the feeling. 

Suddenly he pulled back out and stood at the end of the bed.

"Get on your knees and suck me boy" he ordered.

I knelt in front of him and took his cock into my mouth, sucking furiously. He continued pushing into my face, running his hands through my hair.

"Oh yes, so fucking good", he moaned as I put everything I'd learnt into practice sucking his length deep in my throat. 

I realised why he was so pleased when suddenly and without warning I could feel a hot stickiness filling the back of my mouth as I swallowed. He bucked his hips as he came, but I was too surprised to swallow it all and his cock slipped out of my lips, spurting it's second shot of cum up the side of my face and cheek. As it did some of the first mouthful dribbled onto my chin. 

Every guy likes a girl to swallow, I had expected the taste of Andy's cum to be disgusting but so far what I tasted had been fine. I was so horny caught up in the moment I hungrily took him back in my mouth and sucked and licked his cock head clean. He pulled his softening shaft out of my mouth and rubbed it around in the cum on my face, before feeding his cock back into my mouth to eat the cum and lick him clean.

"Thanks" he said, finally fully relaxed and sitting back onto the bed. "I needed to get that out of my system. I need to get some sleep now"

I suddenly remembered where I was, my raging hard-on told me what I'd done hadn't been a dream I was on my knees giving Andy Mills the best room service I'd ever delivered. I realised I needed to get back to work, I'd been gone nearly an hour. I stood up and caught sight of myself in the mirror. Cum stained and a bit crumpled I stepped towards the bathroom.

Andy threw me the towel and toothbrush I'd brought up with me earlier, 

"I think you'll be needing these" – he laughed, cocky as hell.

He slipped off his footie socks, lay back on the bed still in his footie shirt, smiling to himself.

I quickly cleaned up and gained my composure, wished him luck in the match tomorrow and headed back down to reception. As I thought about how that arrogant fucker had used me, the whole scene flashed back before my eyes. 

I felt like a dirty bitch-boy. 

But not that dirty, as I adjusted my hard-on and tried to concentrate on the computer system – searching to see when Andy had his next hotel room booked!



Room Service



This story depicts sexual acts between consenting adults. If depiction of such acts is illegal where you have chosen to access them or if you are underage or if such acts offend you personally, exercise personal responsibility and do not read any further. If not, please enjoy!

This story involves a beauty therapist shaving and then seducing a beautiful woman and her male partner as he watches. He later rims her whilst the therapist fists her until she comes.





We arrive at the hotel; Champagne is waiting in our room. The fine cotton sheets beautifully smooth and ironed smell wonderful, slightly floral; clean. I pour some Champagne and hand you the first glass. The chink is like a bell as we toast. I look at my watch; a subtle hint that it is time for you to shower.

The water is warm and luxuriant, the bathroom huge and beautiful. You dry your hair and are putting the final touches to your make up when you hear the knock at the door. You wrap the warm fresh towel around yourself and answer the door.

She is standing there, her beauty-therapist uniform clinical but with a hint of naughty nurse. Although you know it is set up she looks and plays the part beautifully. "Ms R? I'm Kimberly. How are you?" She smiles

"I'm good thanks." You look her up and down. Her shoes are anything but clinical and you are sure that her legs are clad in stockings rather than tights.

You move to let her into the room and note her ridged box medical case and several brilliant white towels over her arm. You shiver in delight: She has been well briefed.

"Good, I see you've showered," she beams "now I'll just get set up."

She places her case on one of the bed side cabinets and removes a surgical plastic basin. She spreads a large towel on the bed, smoothing the crinkles with her long well-manicured fingers. She taps the bed "Make yourself comfortable up here." She takes the bowl and a thermometer through to the bathroom. You climb up on to the bed, lie on your back, the towel around you un-tucked to allow her access. She comes back through, now wearing green rubber surgical gloves, sets the bowl of water next to her case and starts to roll the bottom of the towel up your thighs. You shiver as she exposes your sex and tingle as the towel moves over your soft pubic hair.

Turning back briefly to her table you are a little surprised when she takes the thermometer out of the water and slides it gently into your pussy, her gloved fingers holding your lips open as it eases in.

"The water is just right." She says brightly as a hairdresser might comment on somewhere nice to go on holiday.

"Lets just pop this out," removing the thermometer "and get you tidied up."

She takes out the razor from a fresh packet and places a new blade onto it. She then takes out some shaving gel which she squirts onto the palm of one hand. She dips the fingers of the other hand into is and gently places them onto your rapidly warming mound. She starts to massage it in gently, sensuously, the smell of jasmine and citrus reaches you. Her nimble fingers exert a pressure which is exquisite; one second firm enough to bring relief to your urge to press yourself against them, the next the faintest trace, so light that it makes your nipples and teeth tingle. 

"Almost done." She says "We want to make sure it is nice and lubricated don't we?" with which she makes a long slow deliberate finger stroke between your lips and over your pulsing clitoris. "The razor." She adds, almost mischievously.

She rinses her gloved hands, dries them and takes up the razor.

"Just relax." Her voice is softer, deeper and slower, more syrup now than honey. Her pupils are dilated and her cheeks have a faint flush. You breath in, tense as she places the cold blade low down on the V of your crotch. She drags the razor smoothly down causing you to breath out, panting slightly. Very slowly and deliberately she rinses the razor, shakes clear the water, your senses so acute you hear every drop, your mind flashing to the moistness between your legs and an awareness of a single drop of your wetness dripping down your pussy lips and across the soft delicate brown skin of your arsehole.

She repeats the process, placing the razor, drawing it smoothly, rinsing. Each stroke heightening the sensitivity of your pussy. Now she gently parts your legs and ignores your blushes as you reveal the aching red sticky wetness of your pussy. She caresses each lip with a long palm and four fingered stroke with the hand into which she originally squirted the shaving foam, coating each in the sticky white cream. She strokes the razor up each lip three, four times each making you shiver and gasp in pleasure. There is no longer any pretence that you are not finding this preparation hugely erotic and pleasurable. You are getting close to cumming, moans and whimpers escaping your mouth. She is leaning in closer to get a better view, following the razor stroke with a fingure checking how close she has shaved you. You can smell your own pussy now, as much as the fresh shaving foam or the aloe vera strip in the blade. You feel the tension deep inside you, your breathing shallow, heralding your impending orgasm.

She rinses the razor again but this time you hear it being placed down. "No, no." You whisper through your panting breath. "Time to get you dried off." She declares chirpily as you feel smooth fabric being brushed across your flushed, swollen, slick vulva. "It feels nice doesn't it?" She is so cheerful you suspect that she is secretly pleased that she got you to the edge of a powerful orgasm without allowing you over the edge. "We only use silk towels, after all, I've made you silky smooth down there." She glances at me, sitting in the easy chair in the corner. "She is sodden from being shaved." The comment is as if she liked your choice of hair colour. "Oh, still wet? I must have leaked more water down there then I thought." Her every word loaded with meaning.

"All done." She takes off her gloves and strokes your breast, naked now as the towel rests open on the bed from where you have writhed on the edge of cumming. Her soft warm hand feels almost like a mouth across your hard cherry red nipples. She slips her hands into yours and eases you onto the edge of the bed. "I want to inspect my work." She stands you up and gently leads you, hand in hand, to the full length mirror. "You have a great body." She breathes, tracing her hands down your hips to your buttocks. Holding your arse she leans in to kiss you. You close your eyes, opening your mouth slightly anticipating her hot wet eager tongue. Instead you feel her breathing on your skin and then taking a long breath. "mmm, you smell divine..."

In a single graceful movement, she drops to her haunches, her eyes level with your freshly shaved pussy. You look down to see her studying your sex.

"You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever shaved." She coos, one hand leaving your buttock the other holding you fast. She cups your vulva and moves her warm palm over it gently. When she takes it off it is slick with your sticky girl cum. She then very gently takes each labia between her fingers checking feeling, teasing. You can feel your own cum trickling down the inside of your thigh.

Finally she traces her hand over the tiny pubic area she has left untouched. Moving the outer knuckle of a single finger over your wet clit and then up the remaining hair. As you watch, her eyes follow the finger to your tummy button then continue hungrily up your throbbing nipples and then to meet your glazed stare. Her mouth opens slightly, part smile part preparing to speak, her plump lips the colour of a ripened nectarine. Her wet tongue protrudes ever so slightly, lets go your nipples, her hands moving to hold the dimple in your buttocks. Her grip becomes ever so slightly firmer as she moves you millimetres toward her and you feel first her hot breath on your clit, then her soft wet tongue as she drags it smoothly across your womanhood in a single, sensual lick. You muffle a cry of pleasure as she pauses with a slight increase in pressure at the top of your clit, swallows very deliberately and then repeats, three, four times. You start to rock your hips backward and forward as your orgasm builds. Light headed, you grab the back of her head with your hands, her thick silky dark hair divine in your tingling fingers. You are close, so close and try to speak "I'm, I.. close, I..." You can feel her head in your hands but her tongue is slowing and pressing less. "No. No!" you half plead half demand. But she is instant. 

"Not just yet honey." she says, her hot breath tingling across your clit and up your spine.

She leans over ever so slightly, looking past you. "Come and examine my handiwork." She invites. I move over and kneel with her in front of you. She slips a finger into you, hooking it around to your g spot before scooping it out and lewdly sucking it deep into her mouth. "mmm.." she moans, "Try some?" She asks, pushing two fingers deep up you before offering them to me. I suck your slick sweet wetness off them and moan slightly. For the first time you notice that I have a huge hardon straining at my suit trousers.

She moves you so you can bend forward and lean arms down on the bed. She sits in front of you, me behind you, and licks you gently again. "I want to see you lick your girlfriend." She says to me. I start to move round to where she is. "No, I want to watch you lick her here." With that she gentle places a hand on each arse cheek her fingers in the crack of your arse, still damp with the combination of cum and saliva from her vigorous tonguing. She parts your cheeks and moves to the side so that she can see. "Go on." She encourages as I press my tongue between your arse cheeks. "That's it!" she gasps as you moan at my tongue playing on your clean little bum. She slides three fingers into your pussy, hooking them to put a strong pressure onto your g-spot. "That's it, tongue her arse!" she gasps slipping her hand into her sodden thong. "And touch yourself. I want to see you wanking yourself while you lick your girlfriends ass." I fight to release my huge penis. You know how much it turns me on to have my tongue on your arse. She goes back to licking your clit, gently pursing her lips to suck it up and play her tongue like a mini vibrator, her three (is it four?) fingers pressing in an increasing rhythm. Her tongue is instant now, her open mouth coaxing every drop of honey from your tensing cunt. Every contraction finds my tongue gently rimming you, making your squeal with delight causing you to clench again. She slides more of her hand into you, easing her thumb in along her fingers, the length of your clit being stimulated from its tiny bulbous head to deep in the heart of your building orgasm. Your g spot is under the most exquisite pressure and your lips and arse being pleasured by two hot wet mouths.

It is too much. Your body starts to tense, the contraction releasing only to emphasize the fullness of your pussy and the pulse in your clit, your chest, your ears, your head. The second third fourth contractions and then a low guttural moan as you cum hard into her waiting mouth. She yelps as you do, gasping hard, the taste of your cum triggering her own orgasm.

"Mmmm." You snuggle your cheek against the warm fine sheets. Taking deep breaths you remember the smell of her perfume. You are warm because you're naked between your boy and the beauty therapist girl. She is gently tracing a finger-tip over your nipples, watching your reaction. You can feel my huge cock pressing urgently against the small of your back. I move round slightly, easing you in a quarter roll onto your back. "Suck her nipple." I say, taking you in my mouth as I take your other breast in a firm hand, offering it to her. She takes it in her mouth, swirling, chewing nibbling, teasing, slurping, following my lead. You lean back, arching your upper back, a hand on each of our heads driving your pert hard nipples into our mouths. You feel a familiar warmth in your crotch, a tingling from your clit to your teeth.

To be continued...



Room Service



We went out to dinner at a nice restaurant. Nothing really fancy, but it gave us an excuse to dress up some. It was my last night in town and I wanted to make it special. I wanted it to be a night to remember. You wore a slinky black dress, a fact that I greatly appreciated as it showed off your wonderful body.

Our waitress was a petite, young blonde. I admired her but felt no temptation. Being with you was enough. But she had eyes for you. I smile at that and at the fact that you seemed oblivious to her flirtations and attentions.

When the waitress left, I mentioned it to you and you smiled. You asked me if I would like her to join us and I merely shrugged. I was interested, as any straight man would be, but felt I had no need to pursue it. To me you were more than enough. You smiled and leaned over to kiss me.

We got up to leave. As we neared the exit, you excused yourself and asked me to pull the car up. Nodding, I went to do so. I was only waiting about five minutes before you finally showed.

You climbed in and kissed me. We drove off, heading to the club for some drinks and dancing. As we were dancing, you phone rang and you excused yourself. You returned with a Cheshire cat grin. Kissing me, you whispered that maybe it was time to return to the hotel. The way you ground yourself against me left no illusions as to what you wanted.

We climbed into the car and drove off. As we drove, you grinned and leaned over. You unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardening cock. You began to stroke me slowly, knowing how it would drive me wild. Then you lowered your mouth down, slowly taking my length into your soft mouth.

I groaned as you expertly fellated me. Whenever I came close to climax, you backed off, not allowing me that release. I groaned at the torture you were forcing me to endure. You kept up this torturous, yet pleasurable, give and take right up until we arrived at the hotel. Thinking you finish what you had started, I was surprised when you tucked me back in and grinned instead.

You exited the car, still grinning. I groaned but quickly followed, knowing it would not be long before relief would be found. We entered our room and you disappeared into the bathroom. Groaning again, I began to strip out of my clothes.

You stepped out into the room, wearing very little to cover you, but enough to stimulate a man's imagination. You walked over and began to kiss me, your tongue sliding into my mouth as you pushed me back into you the room. I was instantly hard again and tried to maneuver to the bed but you had other ideas.

You pushed me back, finally sitting me down in a chair in the far corner of the room. I shrugged to myself. Here was as good as anywhere. You quickly stripped me, yanking my pants off and throwing them across the room, carelessly.

You quickly took me into your mouth, continuing your earlier endeavors from the car and I groaned. I loved the feel of your mouth on me, your tongue sliding along me. You stroked me as you sucked, enjoying the throbbing of my cock, enjoying the knowledge that I was throbbing for you.

A gasp caught our attention and I looked up to see the waitress from the restaurant. While you glanced up at her, a smile trying to form on your face, you never stopped sucking me. You must have given her your room key at the restaurant. I groaned again as you finally slid away from me, leaving me hard and unfinished once again.

You walked over to the blonde and kissed her deeply, wrapping your fingers into her hair. She was hesitant at first but quickly fell into the mood. You stripped her quickly, removing her clothes with the same lack of care as you had for mine.

We both admired her beautiful body for a moment before you finally led her to the bed, laying her down while you spread her legs. You kissed her lips again, slowly trailing your tongue along her body, in all those places that I knew you enjoyed my tongue. The soft moans coming from her was all you needed to know that she enjoyed them as well.

You took each of her nipples into your mouth in turn, sucking them and gently biting them. Before long, her entire body had been covered with your kisses and explored with your tongue. All save for one. You gazed down upon her beautiful, clean shaven pussy and grinned, sliding your tongue inside her just seconds before following with your fingers.

Her hands flew to your head, pulling you in even deeper as she exploded in her first orgasm. Not knowing what else to do, I began to stroke myself, watching and enjoying the show. When her orgasm finally subsided, you looked up at her and grinned, sliding up to kiss her again. 

The you switched positions, you on your back and her with her face buried in your beautiful pussy. She looked up for a moment, turning her head to me, and begged me to come fuck her, that she needed to be filled. Without hesitation, I complied. 

My thrusts into her tight pussy only served to drive her face deeper into you, causing you to moan in delight. Soon enough, with me hammering away into her as she fucked you with her tongue and fingers, you both climaxed, you for the first time that night and her second.

Then came another position change. The two of you slid into a 69 with you on top, your pussy and ass staring at me and begging to be fucked. Unable to resist, I slid myself into you, groaning at your wonderful tightness. As tight as the blonde girl was, you were ever so much tighter. As I thrust into you, I could feel her tongue, every now and then, slip up and lick my length or feel her lips as the wrapped around my sensitive balls.

I pounded away, unable to control myself, knowing I would soon near the edge of my limits. The she exploded once again, the thrashing and moaning setting off your next orgasm. I fought to control myself until you were both finished and I pulled out. Suddenly, you were both in front of me, taking turns licking and sucking me until I exploded in the blonde's mouth. She swallowed me, all but a few drops. Turning to you, she kissed you, sharing the last of my cum with you, savoring the taste of herself on your lips and allowing you the same.

I collapsed, enjoying the sight and knowing that we had the rest of the night and the morning to continue this new adventure.



Room Service...



Louise was in a hurry to get to the hotel. It was noon rush hour and the traffic was becoming unbearable, even though she was not the one driving. Her chauffer was wise to her ways, although he never let anyone in on her secret. Louise was a very attractive older woman. She was 47 but didn't look a day over 35. The limo finally pulled up to the hotel entrance and she got out in a hurry so her lover wouldn't have to wait longer than usual. She went to the desk and gave a faux name so they wouldn't have her married name on file and told the clerk to have a chilled bottle of their finest champagne sent in exactly one hour.

As she got to the room, she discovered that Gord had not yet arrived, so she ran herself a bubble bath and had a good long soak. Fifty minutes later the phone rang, so she hurried out of the tub to get it just in time.

"Louise, is that you?", Gord asked.

"Yes, of course it's me, were you expecting someone else to answer the phone perhaps? I'm standing here all wet with nothing but a towel wrapped around me."

"No, I just wanted to be sure. Listen Louise, I'm not going to be able to make it this week, but same time next week, ok?"

"Sure," she said.

"I've got an important meeting that's come up, goodbye love."

She had no sooner put down the phone when there was a knock on the door.

"Just a minute," she called.

She ran back into the bathroom and grabbed the complimentary robe off the back of the door. She raced to the door and pulled it open just a crack. On the other side of the door was a Greek God in training. He was very tall, bronze and well muscled.

"Room service, Ma'am."

She quickly opened the door to let him enter.

"Come in young man," she said.

"I've got your champagne you ordered."

"So I see, but unfortunately my friend will not be coming this afternoon, so unless you're free this afternoon, I guess I'll be drinking alone," she said half teasingly. 

"Well Ma'am, it just so happens I am free, this was my last duty before going home for the day, but I'm sure you weren't serious before."

"Well to tell you the truth, I was joking, but why not?"

She closed the door behind him and then motioned for him to sit down on one of the chairs opposite the bed.

"Well what's your name, young man?" she asked.

"Todd," he replied.

"Well nice to meet you Todd, I'm Louise."

She took the champagne from the silver bucket and poured it into two flutes that were with it, then handed one to Todd.

"How old are you, Todd?"

"Nineteen, Ma'am, I mean Louise."

"Oh I remember when I was nineteen a hundred years ago," she said.

"Well it couldn't have been quite that long ago," he countered smiling.

"Not quite, but almost," she laughed.

She got up to turn the wall radio on and then went over to the bed and sat lightly on the edge of it. An hour later they were almost in tears laughing after her telling how she felt the first time she'd had champagne and she had not had anything to eat and she was so drunk she could barely walk. Todd got up and extended his hand towards Louise and she took it and they began to dance around the room. All of a sudden Todd tripped over her purse on the floor and they fell backwards onto the bed laughing hysterically. Then all went silent. 

Todd gazed into her eyes and she into his and simultaneously their lips collided. She was a little shocked at first, but then grabbed his head and pulled him closer as she entwined his blonde silky hair in her fingers. The tip of his tongue traced her lips and gently parted them and slowly probed inside. Todd was a little surprised at himself, but was not at all reserved when it came to age. Louise kissed him back with passion and intensity, something she hadn't felt to this degree in years. She and Gord had their fun times yes, but there's nothing like youth to get you going, and this young man was making the blood in her veins race. She was short of breath her heart was pounding so much with this newfound excitement she had encountered this afternoon.

He pulled her robe apart so he could get to her breasts, which were still firm and attractive, and her nipples were rosy and erect. She writhed under his touch, his taut young body so beautiful. She started to disrobe Todd. Since he was so young, he was overly eager and Louise gently slowed down his pace. She slid her bejeweled hands under his jacket and helped it off, then his dress shirt was removed and she was in awe at his tawny, muscled chest and shoulders. His shoes made dull thuds on the plush carpet below, drowned out by the sexy, slow, soft music playing sensually over the radio. He slid out of his tight fitting pants and surprised her by not having any briefs on. His shaved 7 inch cut cock was thick and semi hard already.

Louise's robe was now a terry cloth pile on the floor. Todd moaned with great eagerness and Louise smiled at a fleeting youthful memory he brought to her mind. He leaned over her and again kissed her passionately as she ran her hands over his body and squeezed his ass cheeks in her hands, kneading them. He kissed down her throat and to her breasts and took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling on her as she clasped him closely to her. He then moved to her other breast and kissed and sucked on its nipple before starting to trail down her tummy with sweet, little butterfly kisses. She knew where he was headed next and she gasped in ecstasy as she felt his tongue slowly open her pussy lips and lick at her tiny, delicate pink glistening clit. She was very wet before he even opened her. He kissed and sucked on her shaved pussy lips and darted his tongue expertly inside of her before returning to her clit. He then took two fingers and pushed them inside of her as he worked her clit so teasingly, twisting and withdrawing his fingers and then pushing them back in until she came loudly for him.

He came back up to kiss her and let her taste her own juices and they kissed deeply as he rubbed her pussy and manipulated her clit until she came again from his hand. His beautiful young cock was dripping precum and she caressed it with her hand and pumped it til it was even harder than it was when he got on the bed. She then lowered her head down onto it and took that teenage cock into her mouth and sucked at its salty head and teased it with her lips, drooling all over it making it all slick and slippery. He placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed it hard down onto his cock and she took down its entire length, deep throating him. She looked right into his green eyes as she sucked his shaft with her lips, and twirled her tongue around it. She could feel his young balls tighten up as she massaged them in her hands and pumped his cock and sucked and licked at its head. His breath quickened and he shot his load of sticky cum down her throat and she greedily swallowed every drop and drained him. 

They both lay back and caught their breath for a few moments as they teased each other with their hands. It didn't take long before Todd was hard again and wanting more of this sexy cougar laying beside him. She grabbed the headboard behind her and arched up towards him. He accepted gratefully. His young male hardness plunged into her velvety depths. He was amazed at how tight she still was and plunged in all the way up to the balls and fucked her with a vigor that she hadn't felt in decades. She was used to being treated more gently, and honestly she loved this more primal change of pace. She wrapped her legs around him and started pumping him into her deeper. His cock was thrusting into her and gliding against her clit, driving her wild.

She felt he was approaching his zenith too quickly so she took hold of his broad shoulders and eased him back and she took the lead. She rolled him over onto his back and took his hands to her breasts and slowly and gently he rubbed her nipples and she rotated her hips in little circles grinding her clit against his cock and she brought them both to their inevitable orgasmic release in harmonizing cries. Even though she felt him become flaccid within herself, she stayed in the female superior position just looking at him and smiling.

"Do you know how old I am, Todd?", she asked. 

"I dunno, 36?", he queried.

"I happen to be 47," she revealed.

"Oh my God, that's older than my mom!"

"And just what do you think she would have to say about this?", she asked.

"Well, she doesn't have to find out, does she?", he joked.

"My mom just turned 45 last month, but she looks a lot older than you do. Believe me, you look at least 10 years younger than you are," he offered truthfully.

"You really are a beautiful boy, Todd," she whispered as she patted his cheek with her cool hand. 

He reached his hand up to her curly auburn hair and played with her tendrils. She ran her hands back and forth across his rock hard stomach and lightly scratched her nails over his chest. All of a sudden she felt him get hard again and she looked at his lightly blushing, smiling face and she rolled over again so he was on top and since he had already been satisfied twice, the third time was less desperate and hurried. He carried her to her climax two more times and they were both exhausted, especially Louise, yet she looked fresh and dewy from their lovemaking. He finally withdrew from her and lay beside her quietly.

"You know Todd, I am in this room every Wednesday afternoon from 1-5 pm if you ever care to stop by after my friend Gord leaves," she volunteered.

"Are you married, Louise?"

"Yes, my husband travels a lot on business, and when he is home he is usually too busy chasing the housekeeper to notice me," she said.

"But you are such a sexy, attractive woman."

"Thank you, but I'm pretty happy the way things are."

"Oh well," he said, not totally understanding the complexities of some marriages.

Louise got up and started to dress when she saw  that it was just past 4:30 pm.

"I'm afraid our little afternoon must come to an end, my dear," she stated.

Without saying a word he quietly got up and dressed and kissed her on the cheek and left the room. 

The following Wednesday Louise and Gord got together as usual, but she told him they would only be able to meet for 2 hours instead of 4 for the foreseeable future, since her husband was getting suspicious, which was not true. As he got up to leave at 3, he asked her why she wasn't getting up.

"I thought before I go home I'd just get a little something sent up from room service."



Room Service



NC-18 – No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.

This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved.




Our motel has a policy of having the desk clerk call the rooms of newly checked in guests to verify that everything is satisfactory with the room. I usually finish those calls with the phrase, "...if there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to call."

At least I used to. I don't anymore. 'Cuz now I know what can happen when you ask that question. 

And it gets answered.

"What happened" was one afternoon I was working when this older guy came in. Nothing special to look at. Not "buff". Not really actually all that good looking either. But he looked me in the eyes when he talked to me, which impressed me a little. And he had some kind of presence that about him that I found attractive.

Our uniform is just a polo shirt with the motel logo embroidered in it. But I have to say that I fill it our really well. I have to get them in large to keep them from being too tight across my boobs, but then have to take them to a tailor to have the rest of them taken in so I'm not trying to tuck and extra six inches of fabric inside the waistband of my slacks.

Yeah, I'm one of those girls that a lot of women hate on sight or make assumptions about. I'm about five feet, seven inches tall and wear a size 34 bra and size "3" slacks and jeans. So why do I have to have to get my shirts altered? The band of my bras is a 34. But the cups are triple D's.

So like I said, women hate me. They're either jealous of the fact that they're so big and obviously firm or they make the assumption that they're fake. Both are pretty much full-on bullshit. They're not fake and yes, they are that firm. So kiss my ass, bitches!

So anyway, a lot of times when guys come in to check in or ask questions I feel like I need to tell them "my eyes are up here" since their eyes seem to gravitate to my boobs. It's especially embarrassing when their wives are standing right next to them. And even more embarrassing for the woman when she's had four kids and, unfortunately, looks like she's had four kids.

But what can I do? It's not like I'm standing there in a bikini top (though I might as well be, sometimes) or braless in a thin t-shirt! It's a black, pique fucking polo shirt, for gosh sake!

So when this guy came in and made a point of making and keeping eye contact with me, I was impressed. At least I was the first time I talked to him.

I called his room about fifteen minutes later and wound up having to leave a voicemail message. He came down later that evening to ask a question about restaurants and I mentioned a couple of our local joints since he said he was tired of eating in chain places.

I watched as he walked out and was impressed at how tight his ass was in the khakis he was wearing. Don't get me wrong, they weren't tight – the khakis I mean – his ass cheeks looked deliciously tight. Unfortunately I didn't see him again on that particular visit.

A few weeks later I took a phone reservation and I thought I recognized the voice. When he told me his name it sounded familiar so I scribbled it down on a pad as I completed the reservation. Once I finished the reservation I went back into our system and compared his previous stays to when I worked and I was right. It was the same guy.

I switched shifts with one of the other girls and was keeping an eye out for him to come in. I scored when I saw his car pull into the check-in lane. I usually keep my shirts buttoned up to the top to make sure women don't get any more pissed than they already do and I quickly turned around and unbuttoned all of the buttons and dragged the collar wide open to expose my cleavage.

When I turned back around, he was already standing there. And he made eye contact and held it the whole time we talked. But not in a creepy, stalkerish way, but in a really focused way. Like nothing else in the world was more important than I was. As I realized that, I started to get that warm feeling low in my abdomen that steadily drifted southward as we talked. He thanked me for my recommendations from his previous visit.

I got really bold and, when I gave him his key cards in the little envelope we use, I stretched my other hand out as well and used it to rub the back of his hand while I slid the first hand across the edges of his fingers as I placed the envelope in his palm. His eyes finally dropped from mine, but they snapped straight to our hands, then back up to my eyes. Not even a pause at my breasts. I thought when his eyes shot back up there was going to be either irritation or disgust in them, but they were just as warm as before. Maybe a little warmer. 

I waited the requisite fifteen minutes and called his room. I put my best sultry voice on and asked if everything was satisfactory with his room. He said it was perfectly fine. Then I said, "If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to call." He said he would definitely keep that in mind. 

That's all he said. Really. But the way he said it made my nipples tingle.

I watched and waited and hoped for him to come back through the lobby, but I didn't see him again. At least not that trip.

I didn't make his next reservation, but I saw it pop up on the reservation system. OK, so maybe it popped up because I had set a flag to have it notify me he had made a new reservation the next time I logged in. I was almost giddy when I realized he was going to be here for almost a full week this time. I was going to see what it would take to get him to notice my tits – and maybe the rest of me, too.

I told the manager I had some things come up and arranged to work every afternoon/evening shift for the whole week.

I had also talked my manager into letting me try out a thinner version of our shirts. It was still a polo shirt, but it was made from a wick-away type material and was quite a bit thinner than the regular polos.

I made mine even better by wearing a really sheer bra that first afternoon. It was black, too, so it didn't show except the seams and, of course, my nipples. I had to keep a thin shawl around my shoulders like I was cold to keep people from seeing my perky nipples. Perky? Oh, yeah. Turned the temp in the lobby down to make sure they were.

I saw him pull in and quickly tossed the wrap to the side and ducked down behind the counter like I was working on something, which I most definitely was! I quickly unbuttoned all the buttons on the shirt, then started working my fingers and thumbs on my nipples to get them even more erect as I possibly could before I stood up.

I have to confess I stayed there a while longer than I had planned after I heard him walk up to the desk. The problem there was that I had made the mistake of closing my eyes and imagining it was him playing with them and got lost for a minute or so.

When I stood up, I made it a point to arch my back like it hurt and watched his eyes. He HAD to have seen my nipples, but his eyes locked on mine and stayed there all the through the check-in process. I made it a point to lick my lips a few times. I asked him to step to the end of the counter, then made it a point to bend over quite a ways. When I had to take my eyes from his, his were still locked on mine, and when I glanced back up, they were still locked there.

I let my eyes close a little in a sultry way and did the fingers thing on his hand again. He didn't even twitch.

SHIT!!

Well, I still had another card up MY sleeve!

I waited about twenty minutes and called his room. "Good evening, sir. This is the front desk calling. I just wanted to verify everything about your room is acceptable?" 

"Everything in the room is fine."

"You're telling me."

"Excuse me?"

Shit! Did I say that out loud?

"That's very good, sir. If there's anything you need, I'll be here all evening, please give me a call."

"I will definitely keep that in mind. Thanks." There was that nipple tingle again!

Well, that didn't go as well as I had hoped, but still better than it could have.

I didn't see him that evening, at least not in person. I did see him in my fantasies, though.

The next afternoon I watched for him to come in and waited a short while, then called his room. 

"Good evening, sir. This is the front desk calling. I just wanted to verify everything about your room is acceptable?" 

"Don't you make this call only the first day when someone checks in?"

"Usually, sir. But I like to make sure our favorite customers are well taken care of."

"'Our favorite customers'?" he asked. "I've not been here very often so I really don't think I qualify as 'our' favorite customer. Would you like to try that again?"

"Uuummmmm."

"So is it 'our' favorite customer or just 'your' favorite customer?"

"OK. You got me. Mine."

"Well thank you, young lady, for trying to cheer up an old man. You have a good night."

"Oh, OK. If there's anything you need, I'll be here all evening, please give me a call." I let my voice drop into "sultry" again. "Good night."

FUCK!! What do I need to do?

The next night I called again. "Good evening, sir. This is the front desk calling. I just wanted to verify everything about your room is acceptable?" 

"Again? The room is fine, thanks."

"Very good, sir. If there's anything you need... Anything at all... I'll be here all evening. Please give me a call. Good night." 

"You do know, yesterday it seemed like you were trying to cheer me up. Now it sounds like you're making fun of me. Don't you know it's considered impolite to tease your elders?"

"Oh, I'd like to tease you, alright."

"Excuse me?"

SHIT!! Talking out loud again!

"I meant no disrespect, sir."

"Have a good night, young lady." Click.

DAMN! I'll try again tomorrow night.

"Good evening, sir. This is the front desk calling. I just wanted to verify everything about your room is acceptable?" 

"Yes, the room is fine. Now obviously you have some reason to keep bothering me in my evenings. What do you want?"

"Just what I said, sir. Just want to make sure there's nothing you need in your room to make you more comfortable? Anything at all?"

"Are you offering what I think you're offering?"

"If you're thinking I'm offering to come to your room after I get off and get you off, then you'd be right."

He's laughing? He's fucking laughing? What the fuck is so funny?

"What the fuck is so funny?"

"Girl, that would be a very bad idea."

"Why?"

"I would ruin you for normal men. That's why."

"Oh, please!"

"No, seriously."

"I was being serious. Please. Ruin me." 

"I'm sorry. I can't do that. You're a young lady with a lot of life before you and it would be unfair for me to wreck your life."

"I'm willing to take that risk."

"Sorry, I'm not. Have a good night."

The next night I didn't call his room at all.

What I did was wait until about 10 o'clock, then turned on the "No Vacancy" light and locked the front lobby door and went to his room.

I knocked and he eventually opened his door a crack, squinting into the light of the hallway.

"Good evening, sir. I just wanted to verify everything about your room is acceptable..."

"You're not going to give this a rest, are you?


"I was hoping to hook up with you the first time I saw you come in a few months ago. I decided then that I was going to make something happen when I got the chance. And after what you said last night, I knew I HAD to get with you. Tonight's my lucky night, I can just tell."

"Or your unlucky night. I KNEW I shouldn't have said anything. I can't talk you out of this?



"I'm a big girl and can make decisions on my own."

He said, "Hang on," and then closed the door to unhook the chain before re-opening the door and letting me in.

He didn't turn any lights on, so it was good that there was a small amount of light coming around the curtains. I started to make my way to the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"Um, to the bed?"

"Nope. You need to come over here." He sat on a chair by the small table in the room and patted his legs.

I walked over and went to sit sideways on his lap, but he grabbed my hips and spun me to face him then pulled me forward to straddle his legs.

He reached up and gently grasped my head in both hands and pulled my face forward. I started to lean toward him to kiss him, but he held me back. 

He held my head in place and leaned in like he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. He got really, really close but didn't quite make contact. I strained forward, but he held me in place and moved his lips close to mine, then away, tilting his head back and forth. 

It was making my lips tingle as I anticipated the contact. When it finally came, it was soft and gentle. I tried to lean in to deepen the kiss, but he held me in place. "Relax. Just relax," he said. 

I did and he began to softly kiss my face. The tip of my nose. My eyelids. My cheeks. All soft kisses. 

Then he turned my head to one side and breathed gently in my ear before licking the edge of my ear. Not licked like a dog, but just barely making contact between his tongue and the now very sensitive skin. He gently teased the opening of my ear with just the tip then he began to nibble on my earlobe. And when I say nibble, I mean he took the lobe gently between his teeth and began to flick the lobe with his tongue. I was astonished to find that it was almost exciting as if he had been flicking his tongue over one of my nipples or my clit.

He turned my head to the other side and did the same thing there before slowly leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. With the way he was holding my head, his forearms would have been in the way, but he shifted his grip and tilted my head to the side as well as turning it to expose my throat. He kissed softly and gently and when he hit one particular spot I couldn't help myself and a moan escaped. He circled that area with kisses and the tip of his tongue. And of course he repeated it on the other side too.

His kisses slowly drifted down the line of skin exposed by the open collar of my shirt and he used his lips to trace the inner ends of my collarbones, then explored the skin he could reach.

I had already un-tucked my shirt from my slacks and began pulling it up to get it off over my head. He released my head long enough for me to pull the shirt off, then grasped my shoulders and moved me easily from side to side as his lips and tongue explored my shoulders and collarbones.

He slid his hands off my shoulders, down my arms and around my back to deftly release my bra, then slid his hands up my back and up to the bra straps, which he slid off my shoulders. His hands didn't stop as they slid the straps down my arms to my elbows and then pulled the straps forward over my forearms as the cups pulled free of my breasts.

He tossed my bra to the side and leaned back a little in the chair as he finally stared at my breasts. 

He broke his stare to look me in the eyes and then said, "Put your hands behind your back, little girl."

I didn't even think about it, just slid them back. He put his hands on my shoulders then slid them down my arms until he felt my wrists crossed over each other. When he did, he smiled a little and that made my pussy spasm for some reason.

He slowly slid his hands back up my arms to my shoulders, then across and down my upper chest until they began to glide down over my breasts.

His hands slid down the tops of my breasts then down and around to the sides before slowly halting beneath them. I thought maybe he was going to reach up with his thumbs to rub my nipples, but he didn't. 

Instead, his hands continued to glide over my breasts. And I mean ALL over. The tops, the bottoms, the inside, the outside.

Well, actually, I DON'T mean ALL over. As his hands slid across the light sheen of sweat that had built up on my tits, they never touched my nipples and barely grazed my areolas. I knew what he was doing. No, I mean I KNEW what he was doing – the same thing he had done with my lips, making the skin more sensitive and making my desire grow. And I couldn't help but respond.

I'd spent some time playing with my boobs and had had a couple of guys spend some time playing with them. And yeah, OK, one girl. Once. But no one had ever spent this much time giving my breasts pleasure – including me.

After what seemed like a year of him just caressing my breasts he finally leaned in and I thought he was finally going to lick my nipple or suck it into his mouth. I sucked in a huge breath and arched my back to present that nipple to him and closed my eyes, waiting for the wash of sensation. I could feel his hot breath on my nipple. And just felt hot breath.

I opened my eyes to see that he was staring at mine. As I opened my eyes he slowly leaned in that last little bit and reached out with his tongue and...

He turned his head to the side and slowly licked up the outside of my areola. I tried to twist my torso to get my nipple onto his tongue, but I hadn't realized he had grabbed my elbows and I couldn't move.

He stopped as his tongue lingered on my skin for a few seconds, like he was trying to absorb some of me into his mouth.

He pulled back, still making eye contact, then licked his lips and swallowed. He leaned in again and this time his head slid just to the inside of my areola. He stopped at the top of that lick and paused, with his tongue just resting on my skin.

He turned his head to the side so he maintained eye contact with just one eye, then slid that tongue of his sideways just past the top of my areola. He pulled back again and I thought he was going to repeat the same thing below my nipple, but instead he licked his lips, worked his mouth then allowed a small amount of saliva to bubble out from between his lips.

He leaned in again and lightly allowed just a drop to land just above my nipple. It felt like hot honey as it slowly crept across my areola and onto my erect nub. Just as it reached the tip and I expected it to drip off, he leaned in slightly, pursed his lips and blew cool air across my now-wet nipple. A shiver ran through my entire body as he leaned back.

Wait, his eyes never left mine, how did he know just when to do that?

He leaned in toward that nipple yet again, but then switched slid his head to the other side and did the same thing to that breast.

My nipples had gone beyond "hard" and were almost becoming painful they were so engorged.

It's probably because my skin was so sensitized that when he finally did gently graze the tip of one nipple with just the tip of his tongue that I felt a long, slow simmer begin in my belly.

He circled my areola with just the tip of his tongue, around, then around again. Always maintaining eye contact.

He switched to the other side and the simmer picked up a notch.

Eventually, his slid the flat of his tongue all the way from the bottom of my areola to rest on my nipple and then just stopped again for a second or five minutes before continuing that slow slide upward.

He pulled back, licked his lips, swallowed, then leaned over and did the same on the other side.

He leaned in again and stuck his tongue out, getting closer and closer. I could see the tip rolling from side to side like he was trying to find my nipple but couldn't because his eyes were still locked on mine. I arched my back farther and tried to help him by guiding my nipple onto his tongue. But just as I was about to make contact, he would roll it the other way and not make any contact.

It was driving me crazy and I finally closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I groaned out loud.

That groan intensified as his mouth finally settled on my nipple. At first, it was just his lips encircling the nipple as he slowly sucked and released. I could only imagine that that was what it felt like as a man slowly inserted and withdrew just the tip of his cock in and out of a warm wet pussy and the roll picked up again.




Room Service



He slowly began sucking more and more into his mouth until at its deepest I could feel his entire tongue flexing in waves on my breast. 

He increased the force of his suction as he slowly slid back until he had just the nipple in his lips, then pulled back the last little bit and my nipple made an audible *pop* as it slid out of his mouth.

And of course, he had to repeat that on the other side. The simmer was picking up steam now, heading for a boil.

He did the same thing to that breast and I thought he was going to let that nipple pop out like he did the first.

Instead, he caught that nipple with his teeth and pulled out on it slightly with his lips still closed on it, then began to flick the tip of his tongue over the tip. The simmer picked up and I could actually feel my panties beginning to get wet.

He released that one and slid over to the other. But his hand slid up to the first one. As his teeth clamped down gently on one nipple, the fingernails of his thumb and ring finger did the same on the other. As his tongue flicked across the one nipple, he flicked the tip of the other nipple with his middle finger.

The boil was picking up in intensity.

Both hands came up then, caressing the outsides of my breasts as he switched back and forth from nipple to nipple.

He would suck one nipple into his mouth and let it out as he pulled back out with his fingers on the other one.

Eventually he pulled back again as his hands continued to massage my breasts. Now he was somehow using his palms and ring and little fingers to squeeze the breast gently while he was pulling and releasing the nipples with his thumbs and forefigers, almost like he was jacking them off.

I felt his hands slide up to the insides of my breasts, then across the tops and down the outsides until they paused.

He slowly slid the middle fingers of each hand up until they rested on the outside of my nipples. He slowly pressed my breasts together until he finally leaned in swiped the tip of his tongue directly from one nipple onto the other.

I made a sound somewhere between a purr and a growl.

He pressed a little more firmly and then leaned farther in and got both nipples between his lips at the same time. He softly sucked on them both, suck and release, suck and release. 

Finally he sucked at them hard and began to flick his tongue rapidly back and forth between them and I boiled over. I mean I CAME. I've never cum before from having only my breasts and nipples played with.

Some of you may think I overused the word "breasts" above and think I should have used "tits" or "boobs" or something, but I have to tell you, when someone is making love to your breasts, calling them "titties" just ruins the fucking mood.

And that's what he had been doing, making love to them. Not tit-fucking them, or playing with them. Making LOVE to them.

OK, I thought, that was fan-fucking-tastic. But I think if I have to, I can teach a guy to do that to me, so I don't think he's 'ruined me for normal men'.

As I was still trembling from my orgasm, he picked me up and carried me over to the sofa and gently set me down.

"Come on, baby, give me that big fucking cock!" I growled.

He smiled down at me as he slowly unbuckled my belt, then unbuttoned my slacks before finally oh-so-slowly dragging the zipper down. I swear my whole body was so sensitive I could feel it as each tooth was released by the slide.

I smiled up into his eyes as I rocked my hips slowly from side to side as he peeled my slacks down and off my legs.

Finally!! I was going to get something in my aching cunt!!

Instead, he used a foot to pull the ottoman over and slid it underneath me as he held my legs up with his hands on my ankles.

He knelt then while still holding my legs spread wide and I expected him to pull me closer to him.

But he didn't. Of course not.

Well, he pulled part of me closer. Or parts to be more accurate.

He slowly pulled my legs toward each other until my feet were right next to his head. He paused to look into my eyes again – wait, he had never taken his eyes from mine. Not at all.

He turned his head slightly to one side and gently kissed the inside of my ankle, then turned to kiss the other, still not breaking eye contact.

He slowly kissed his way up the inside of my calves, alternating sides, but always maintaining the lock on my eyes. Each spot he kissed bloomed with heat. Even after he moved higher on my calves, I could feel each spot he had already kissed.

When he reached my knees, he paused and I wondered what he was thinking. I soon found out.

He backed away again, all the way back down to my ankles, then began softly and slowly licking his way back up my calves, connecting those blooms of heat with a line of fire that I swear was working its way up to my pussy on its own.

When he got back up to my knees, he turned each leg outward and gently kissed then licked the backs of each knee and my pussy spasmed again. When the hell had I ever developed an erogenous zone there?

He straightened my legs and spread them a little more as he found the exact line of fire on the inside of my thigh and kissed there, then found it on the other side and kissed there, too.

He slowly, agonizingly slowly, worked his way up my thighs, leaving those delicious blooms of fire in the wake of his kisses.

He went all the way up 'til I could feel his warm breath on my pussy, then stopped and just smiled at me with his face – and that mouth – a bare inch from my sex.

And he backed off. Backed the FUCK off. Shit!!

He went back to my knees and kissed and licked the backs of each again then found the last place he had kissed below my knee and began to lick his way upward again. But this time his licking didn't leave a line of fire.

This time it was a line of fucking LAVA!!!

And I could swear that I could somehow feel each lash of his tongue on my legs being transferred to my pussy lips.

He worked his way up my thighs and I could feel the juices running in a trickle out of my pussy and down across my asshole.

He got right back up until his face was right there, right fucking THERE.

And he smiled and backed away. But this time he pressed my legs back together. Not all the way together. No, that would at least have broken his eye contact with mine.

I actually did growl in frustration then.

He slowly lifted my legs vertically until my toes were pointing toward the ceiling, then continued to push them forward.

At a point that only he seemed to know was the right one he quickly pulled them outward and down toward the sofa.

At the same time he dropped his face to my pussy and used the flat of his tongue to lick slowly up my swollen lips. 

Once. 

Twice. 

The third time I thought he was actually going to lick my throbbing clit, but he didn't.

As his flat tongue hit the bottom of my lips the fourth time he started to hum, and by the time his tongue was halfway up my pussy my stomach muscles clenched as I slammed into the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced!!

I had just barely been able to open my eyes and unclench my jaw when I felt his tongue on me again, or still, or something.

Now it was little, short licks, almost like a kitten lapping at milk, going up the space between my inner and outer lips on one side, then the other, all the way to the top, but just short of my clit, then back down again.

He did that only a few times, or maybe it was a hundred (I sure wasn't counting, I can tell you that), then he started those short little licks right up the center of my inner lips to short of my clit and back down again. This time I did count and he did it six times before he flicked the tip of his tongue over my clit and I could feel the next orgasm getting ready to crash over me.

And yeah, he stopped. 

Then he slipped his mouth over my cunt and sucked my lips gently into his mouth as his tongue slid up my sex until it hit my clit – and he started to hum again.

And there it was. My orgasm crashed and rolled through and over me until I thought I was going to pass out. But I didn't.

When I opened my eyes again, he was still smiling at me.

Something felt different and it took me a minute or so to realize I could only feel one of his hands on my leg. Just as I realized that I realized that what I had thought was his tongue gliding softly up and down my pussy again must have been his fingers.



I could feel fingers between my inner and outer lips as well as one or two sliding up and down between the inner lips a few times, then the tips slid inside as he twisted his wrist.



Now I could feel his fingers spreading my inner lips as I could feel the backs of the other two continued to rub up and down my cunt.

His fingertips found my g-spot and slowly began to rub up against it, first in a circular motion, then in a more forceful "come-here" type of movement.

My hips were really starting to move to meet his rhythm, almost against my will. 

And again, he knew exactly when to drop that mouth of his over my clit and sucked and hummed and I had to throw my head back and clench my jaw and growl. But the growl kept me from howling out loud.

I don't think I had even had a chance to come down from that orgasm when I felt his fingers shift slightly and it was like he had connected me to a live electrical wire!!!

My legs shot straight out and began to vibrate, my hands clenched and I think I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head.

Surprisingly enough, this time my jaw didn't clench. It was hanging slackly open and I was making some sort of noise that I can't describe. 

How could I tell with my eyes rolled back in my head, you ask? Because I was imagining I was looking down on the two of us when I started to spray his face. I had to be imagining that, right?

There's no such thing as "out-of-body" experiences. And even if there were, they're usually when someone is close to death, right? 

I came back to my senses as he was slowly and gently wiping my legs with a warm wet washcloth. 

When he was done cleaning my legs he tossed the cloth into the bathroom and moved around to pick me up.

He carried me over to the bed and gently laid me down.

I was thinking I was going to repay this man for the things he had done for me and tried to pull him down into the bed with me, but he let his hand drift through mine, leaned down, kissed me on the forehead and said, "I'll be right back."

I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew I could hear the shower running.

I smiled and turned on my side to face the bathroom so I could see him come out and I could repay those favors.

The next time I woke up it was to the glare of sun creeping around the edges of the curtains.

I sat bolt upright in that empty bed and looked around. The bed wasn't the only thing empty, so was the room. Well, not empty empty, but empty of him. I could still smell him – and me – but he was nowhere to be seen.

I got up, got dressed and walked around the outside of the motel and came in the front door, ready to make an excuse as to why I was there so early. I didn't get the chance.

The day clerk smiled a knowing smile at me, winked and said, "Good night last night, huh?"

I started to stammer out something and she smiled wider and said, "Your car never moved." 

"Oh, um, yeah, I um..."

"No worries. Your secret is safe with me."

"Not sure what you're talking about." But a smile started to creep up my lips.

So what's the big deal, you ask? Squirting orgasms? I can see a hundred of those on web-porn sights. That's not the "thing du jour" this week?

Oh, I understand your confusion. I forgot to tell you at the beginning. This happened in 1998 when I was a twenty-year-old college hospitality management student night clerk. Now it's 2013 and I'm the 35-year-old manager of the same motel.

The guy? Never seen him again. 

I've had the same worm running through not only my chain's reservation system, but I also convinced several of my friends to do the same thing on most of the other major chains' systems.

I've researched his name on line, I even hired a private investigator to try to track him down.

No, not because he got me pregnant and I was trying to track him down to get child support.

And not so I could repay that "favor" I thought I owed him.

No. 

I wanted to track him down because I was going to either punch him in the fucking face or kick him in his fucking balls for doing that to me. 

Or both. 

Repeatedly.

Doing what, you ask?

I guess I shouldn't hold it against him. He tried to warn me.

But the son-of-a-bitch was right!

He did ruin me for "normal" men. 

I know. 

I've tried to find someone who could do that to me again. 

Hell, I've even seduced and then trained a virgin to do everything that guy did, just so he'd know exactly what to do. No dice.

I've never had an orgasm at all with another guy since.

But that's not the worst part.

The worst part, you ask?

That mother-fucker did me so well even I can't give myself a decent orgasm anymore.

But I can't help looking at the door every time it opens, just in case...



Room Service



I'd had a hellacious day and, to top it off, when I got to the motel where I was booked to stay I found it was closed down. By order of the Fire Brigade, which order I considered bureaucratic bumph, as who was going to stay at a motel that was still smouldering?

I grabbed something to eat at one of the local diners and headed on down the highway, figuring that if I had to drive around looking for a motel with a vacancy, I could at least be covering some mileage towards home while doing so. 

I found a nice looking place a couple of hours and a hundred or so miles down the road. It was only a small town, and if the motel was ever full there'd be more residents at the motel than in the rest of the town. The office was still open, with the old guy behind it watching TV. 

I booked in for the night and asked if they provided a room service breakfast. No problems, I was told, and I was given a little form. Now I was seriously buggered, with no burning need to be up and off first thing in the morning. I checked, was told they supplied breakfast right up until nine, and ordered the late breakfast. Sleeping in wouldn't hurt.

I hit my room, hit the bed, and slept. 

I woke up at about eight thirty. That left me thirty minutes to shower shave and dress before my breakfast arrived. Twenty minutes later I got out of bed. I still had ten minutes to shower, shave and dress before my breakfast arrived.

I managed the shower and shave part of it and then I heard a rap on the door and the door opened. This, as far as I knew, was a departure from accepted practice. Normally, motel room service rap on the door and leave the breakfast tray outside the room. Curious as to what was going on I flicked the towel around my waist and walked into the kitchen.

There was this pretty little kid, putting the breakfast tray on the table. I thought she was a cute little imp of a kid until she turned and looked at me. Seeing her face I added another five years to her age. This young lady was no kid but a petite young thing of at least sixteen. Then she ran her eyes over me appreciatively and I added another few years. Not a virginal young teenager, I decided. 

I glanced at the breakfast tray and raised an eyebrow. The young lady was quick on the uptake. 

"Magpies," she said. "They've learnt that trays outside doors mean food, so they raid them as soon as they're left. We've had to switch to putting the trays in the units."

Made sense.

"Bit young to be doing room service aren't you," I suggested, curious about her actual age. "Don't they have child labour laws here?"

"If they do, my father had never heard of them," she returned with a grin, "but I'm not a child. I'm a fully grown adult, I assure you."

"Yeah? It would seem to me that maybe you stopped growing a little too soon."

"You're entitled to your opinion, no matter how poorly thought out it may be," she returned. "My legs are long enough to reach the ground and I think that's all that counts."

At that comment my eyes travelled over her legs and I must say she had very shapely ones. And most of them were on display, because her dress was a little on the short side. As a matter of fact, her clothes were what had led me to my first mistake about her age. They were really a much younger girl's clothes.

"They don't sell adult clothes around here?" I casually inquired, and this time I got a dirty look.

"Not in my size, damn it," she said. "Would you believe I've got to travel to the city to find things my size. It's so unfair."

"That's what happens when you're too lazy to continue growing," I told her.

Let me explain something. The young woman was really a very attractive young lady. Once I'd adjusted my mindset from child to young woman I realised that. She may have been petite, but she was beautifully proportioned. Bust wise for instance. A lovely set of breasts which, while they would look small on a larger woman, were just right for her. All in all, a sexy little pixie of a woman. 

Now I've always had a bit of a thing for petite girls, although I'd never dated one quite this petite. Quite frankly she was a turn on, and here was I dressed only in a towel. A motel towel. I suppose what happened was inevitable. 

I had slowly been growing an erection while chatting to my pixie. I didn't worry about it because I was covered by the towel. The trouble was that the pixie noticed the towel starting to bulge and giggled. Quite a sexy little laugh, she had, and my cock snapped to attention.

Ever noticed how small motel towels are? I swear they buy the lightest and smallest available. The one I had wrapped around me only just reached and was tucked in by the smallest margin. When my erection snapped to attention it dragged that towel off my waist, and it was sheer good fortune that it caught onto my cock and draped over it.

I thought the pixie was going to bust a gut, she was trying so hard not to laugh. That irritated me slightly.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Kirsty," she said, and I could hear a giggle in her voice.

"I'm Dan. Do you do all the room service here?" I asked her.

"At breakfast time, I do," she said. 

I smiled and tossed the towel to one side.

"I think I need a little service here," I murmured, smiling as she turned bright red.

I'd actually thought she'd turn and bolt but she surprised me.

"And just what do you suggest a suitable service would be," she asked sweetly, putting the ball back in my court.

Kirsty was in reach. No way was I going to try and drag her off to bed. Something in her face warned me I would be on a loser if I tried. Instead I reached over and placed my hands on her shoulders and pressed down firmly. She looked a little startled as she found herself being forced to kneel in front of me, my cock gently waving in front of her face.

"Why don't you see what you can come up with?" I suggested.

She looked a little flustered now, not having expected this. Fair enough. I hadn't expected it either. She flicked a look up at my face, but most of her attention was focused on the prize immediately in front of her.

"Um, I don't, I mean, ah, I haven't, um, that is, I don't know what to do. . ." her voice trailed away.

"Just follow your instincts and see where they lead," I suggested, strongly suspecting that said instincts would lead her out the door and back to the motel kitchen with a great deal of haste.

She surprised me again. I heard her gulp, and then she reached out and touched my cock. Just a gentle touch at first, and then she took hold of me. I was expecting her to explore and possibly give me a hand job, but she held my cock firmly, reached over and lowered her head onto me.

Damn. I nearly went through the roof. Her mouth was hot and wet and her head bobbed up and down on my cock and I thought I was going to explode on the spot. For someone who didn't know what to do she had a lot of native talent. She rasped her teeth over the head of my cock and her tongue was doing wicked things to me. She didn't hurry, just set about slowly driving me insane with her mouth.

I wasn't in a hurry to stop her, I assure you, and I let her go for a while. However, not wanting to finish in her mouth, I eventually reached up and lifted her gently away from my cock. She looked up at me, eyes bright. I was looking down at her and breathing heavily. 

"Wasn't I doing it right?" she asked. "A girlfriend told me what I should do, and I thought I was doing it right."

"You need a different girlfriend," I muttered, "and yes, you were most certainly doing it right. I just decided to cut it short for the time being.

Right now I'm going to have breakfast and you probably have others to serve and they'll be waiting. 

Come back in half an hour and pick up my tray."

"Ah, we normally leave them here for the maids to attend to when they come through cleaning the rooms," Kirsty informed me.

"Really," I said dryly. "I expect you to come back in half an hour to get my tray. I'm the customer and the customer is always right."

She hesitated. "Ah, look, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. What just happened was a momentary aberration. It's not going to happen again."

"That's OK," I returned. "I wasn't expecting that to happen again."

She seemed to slowly digest the innuendo behind my statement.

"Um, nothing else is going to happen, either," she said cautiously.

"Then you should have no problems about coming back to pick up my tray."

"Seriously, I mean it," she warned me, though the seriousness of the warning was diluted a bit when her eyes dropped to look at my gently waving erection.

She seemed to finally lose her nerve and started backing towards the door. One last look at me and she bolted. I sat down and ate breakfast and then got dressed. After all, one can always get undressed again.

I wasn't sure if Kirsty would return as told or not. What I was sure of was that, if she did, I was going to have her. I also wasn't sure about the non-virginal part of my assessment, but I damn well knew she was adult and interested. If she was interested enough to come back she was mine, although she'd probably protest a little.

She did return. Almost dead on the half hour there was a knock. I yelled come in and she came in, very slowly, looking visibly relieved when she saw I was dressed.

"I've come for the breakfast try," she announced in a prim little voice.

I nodded gravely and indicated the tray was there waiting. Just before she reached it, however, I intercepted her and turned her to face me. I didn't miss the lightning glance she gave to my groin, checking for an erection, but failing to notice if I had one or not. She wasn't quite game enough to look properly so that she could work it out.

"Yes?" she said, when I turned her towards me.

I didn't say anything. I just started undoing the buttons on her blouse. 

"Stop it," she said, slapping at my hands. "What do you think you're doing?"

I didn't say anything. I just concentrated on the buttons, pulling her blouse free of her skirt to make sure I got them all. I did notice that while she protested and slapped at my hands, she didn't try to do up any buttons, just leaving her blouse to gape free.

"Will you cut it out?" she said as I eased the blouse off, leaving her standing in her bra. "I said I wasn't doing anything. I don't do this sort of thing. Just stop."  

By the time she'd got that out I was unhooking her skirt. A gentle tug and it went slithering down her legs of its own accord.

"Do you mean that you've never done this sort of thing or do you mean that you just don't do it with customers?" I asked.

She flushed.

"None of your business," she rapped. "Just take it for god's truth that I'm not going anything with you."

Her protests were a little thin I thought, seeing that at the time I was unhooking her bra and drawing it off. I let it drop and took her breasts in my hands.

"For a pixie, you're generously endowed," I told her, gently squeezing. I rubbed her nipples, smiling in satisfaction as they stood out.

"Oh, come on, will you just stop this nonsense," Kirsty half wailed.

I shifted my hands to her panties and slid my hand under them on either side. Kirsty grabbed hold of her panties to hold them in place, but it was the feeblest grasp I've ever come across. Her panties slid out of her grip as though they were oiled, and drifted down her legs, while she blushed and stuttered further protests. 

But not a single protest had been backed up by any constructive action.

Now that she was naked I brushed a hand down her front, giving her breasts a rough massage as I passed them, before closing my hand over her mound and squeezing, the whole action designed to emphasise her nakedness.

"What are you going to do?" Kirsty whispered. 

She looked both fearful and hopeful. I was suddenly persuaded that she was a virgin and a sudden horrible thought came to me. 

"Just how old are you, Kirsty?" I asked.

"Nearly nineteen," she said.

That was a relief, but also left me with a puzzle. How could a woman who reacted the way she did be a virgin?

"I'm going to do what you want me to," I quietly informed her. "You can protest if you like but I'll just ignore that."

With that, I turned her towards the bedroom and ushered her into it, my hand on her bottom. Reaching the bed I just picked her up and laid her on it. Then I stripped again, letting her see that, yes, I did indeed have an erection ready.

Kirsty was looking at me with wide eyes as I sank onto the bed next to her.

"You're going to fuck me, aren't you?" she accused me, as though it had only just occurred to her. "You can't do that. I don't want you to."

Of course she didn't, and I could hear the thunder of wings as a herd of pigs flew past. I could see the fantastic struggle she was putting up while lying quietly on the bed, watching me.

"I'm not giving you any choice," I pointed out calmly. I placed a hand on her breasts, rubbing them back and forth. My other hand slid down to her mound and started explorations, facilitated by Kirsty moving her legs apart.

"My girlfriend says that men put their fingers inside you. You're not going to do that to me, are you?" she asked. "I'm sure I wouldn't want you to do that."

"You mean like this," I asked, starting some deep exploration.

"Yes, like that. I mean, no, not like that. You should stop."

"I will," I assured her, "eventually. Are there any other things that your girlfriend has told you?"

I would really have to meet this girlfriend someday. She was apparently a mine of information of what men do to women when they get hold of them. She'd passed all of her tips on to Kirsty, who had remembered every single one. 

It was only fair, I thought, to test each and every one of the things that her girlfriends fertile mind had conjured up. If she hadn't conjured them up then she must have been cutting quite a swathe through the men in the district to get that educated.

A number of the little tips were quite effective. I even learnt a few new ones which would come in useful. A pleasant time was had by all, as they say. When the time for the main event rolled up, Kirsty was just lying there, quivering slightly, aching with her arousal.

I pushed her legs slightly further apart and posed myself above her, ready to drive home. Kirsty looked down at where our bodies were about to merge, and suddenly seemed to remember that she was supposed to be protesting this.

"Wait, you can't, I don't. . ."

At that point I started pressing the head of my erection between her lips.

"Oh, fuck it," she squealed. "Just do it, damn you, do it."

And I did, driving in firmly. Kirsty squeaked when I bulled through her hymen but was too busy pushing herself up against me to let it worry her. We came together hard, and then Kirsty sank back down onto the bed with me holding her there, pinned by my cock.

She was breathing deeply, her face flushed and eager. I pulled back and drove down again and she pushed up to me, not hesitating by even the tiniest bit.

My bemusement was now complete. Kirsty was of age, eager to be laid, and had a good deal of native talent for the actual laying, which she was now demonstrating. How the hell did she manage to remain a virgin? Not that I was letting the puzzle put me off my stroke. I was driving home into her tight hot body just as eagerly and forcefully as she was responding. 

I shelved the puzzle to a more appropriate time, preferring to concentrate on the sweet young body clinging to me and doing indescribable things to me.

As far as I was concerned, Kirsty was perfect. She responded like a dream, driving my arousal higher with every movement of her body. Likewise, my relentless hammering of her had her squirming and writhing under me, little pleas emerging from her, begging for more. She wasn't sure what more she wanted, but her body was telling her that more was required.

She clung to me, legs wrapped tightly around me, arms around my neck holding me tight while her hips pressed ever upwards at me, trying to make me deeper with every stroke.

It just went on and on. Both of us were gasping, and there was no way we could retain this level of energy for much longer. We'd collapse with exhaustion. 

Kirsty started whimpering, tossing her head from side to side, and I drove in harder than ever. I was ready and I was coming in short order, and if Kirsty didn't make it in time she had my sympathy, but there was no way I would be able to stop what was happening.

I exploded into her, my seed splashing her, hard and hot, and Kirsty caught fire. She just gave a deep groan and I could feel her passage clamping down on me, eager to milk me, while she shuddered in a paroxysm of ecstasy.

Then we both collapsed, drained. Well, I was drained. Kirsty was just lying there with this enormous smile on her face. 

After a while, when we both seemed to be inhabiting the same world again, I asked her the question.

"Kirsty, how the hell was it that you were still a virgin. I'm not trying to insult you, but I'd have thought a woman like you would have had a steady boyfriend at your age, and boyfriends generally like to become intimate."

"Family problems, you might say," said Kirsty. "As well as owning this motel, my father is the Sheriff, and he's promised to shoot any boys that try to get familiar with me. It tends to scare them off, particularly after the accident." 

"Accident?"

"Oh, one of the boys called daddy's bluff and started coming around regularly. Then he accidentally got shot while out hunting. It was only a flesh wound and it was ruled an accident but the boys have been nervous ever since. It wasn't even daddy that shot him, either, so it's not really fair."

"I see," I murmured, deciding to drive very carefully when leaving the town, which I would be doing very, very soon.

"Maybe you should pick out a man you like and start going out with him. Give him a chance to get better acquainted. Warn your dad it's hands off, and you'll find you'll meet some nice guys out there. Once your dad realises you're an adult, he'll let you alone."

She looked rather doubtful, but I assured her it would all work out. Then I gave her a kiss and told her to take a shower. I, I pointed out, had some business appointments and would have to be gone very shortly.

Very shortly indeed. I was dressed and gone while she was still in the shower. Father a sheriff with a tendency to shoot her boyfriends? I'm glad I didn't know that before she seduced me. 



Room Service



We came back to the room after dinner, relaxed, a little lubricated by the wine. I had suggested that we have dessert in the room, which you thought was a fine idea. While you went into the bathroom to change, I called for our late-night snack, and undressed.

You came back into the room wearing a short silk robe which barely covered your ass. It was one of my favorites, but I knew that you wouldn't be wearing to for very long.

"What should we do now?" you asked, feigning innocence, coming up close against me so that your silk-covered breasts brushed along my naked chest.

"I've got an idea," I said, sliding my hand down the smooth silk covering your back, down to the top of your ass and back up again. "Come this way," I whispered and guided you toward the bed. 

You sat down on the edge, and I whisked the robe from your body. Your pink nipples were already stiffening, and you snaked your tongue out to tickle the head of my lengthening prick, which was just at mouth level. "Why don't you lie down and get comfortable," I suggested.

You did as I asked, and stretched out in the center of the bed, smiling, your eyes closed. I turned and walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. 

"What are your doing?" you asked.

"Oh, just getting a little something I brought especially for you," I responded, as I removed the red silk sashes from the drawer and turned back toward you. First your eyes, and then you smile widened as you saw what I carried.

"What about our dessert?" 

"Don't worry, you're part of it," I said.

I walked over to the foot of the bed, tying a slip knot in one of the sashes. I took your left leg at the ankle, slipped the loop over your foot, and tightened it just enough to slightly bite you. I tied the other end of the sash around the leg of the bed and knotted it twice, tightly, so that it wouldn't work loose. I stepped over to your right leg, which you had already spread for me. I wanted you open a little farther, though, so I pulled your leg wider, slipping the loop around it as I saw the muscles on the insides of your thighs strain. I tied the end of that sash to the bed and stood back for a minute. Then I took the remaining sashes and walked to the head of the bed. "Put your hands together and above your head, Angel," I said, and you stretched your arms toward the wall behind you. With one sash, I tied your hands together at the wrists, and with the other I secured them to the rail at the base of the headboard, pulling it taut and stretching your body to its limit. 

I turned to look at your reflection in the mirror on the dresser. Your back was arched, and your tits were thrust upward, the nipples already hard. With my fingers, I traced a line down your arms, through your armpits, brushing over your crinkled nipples, down your stomach to your smooth pussy. Deciding on a final touch, I took a pillow off the bed. "Lift up your ass, Angel," I said and, as you did, I slipped the pillow under you, raising your mound up a few inches and spreading your legs even further apart. I slipped a finger between your pussy lips, and, as I expected, you were already damp.

Just watching you lie there, stretched out, restrained, made my cock harder that it had been. I went back to the head of the bed and kneeled on the mattress with my rigid prick near your mouth. I put my hand on your cheek and turned you to face me. Your mouth opened and I slipped the fat knob in between your lips. You nipped at it with your teeth, but then ran your tongue around the head. It felt divine, as it always does. You sucked me deeper into your mouth, your lips circling my shaft, as I moved in and out of your sweet mouth. I reached down and squeezed one of your nipples, and felt your moan against my dick deep in your mouth. I squeezed it again, harder, feeling your nipple grow between my fingers. I pulled my cock out of your mouth, not wanting to cum yet, and bent down to the nipple I was squeezing. I took it in my mouth, bit down a little, and sucked it hard between my teeth. "Oh, yeah," you said, "that feels so, so good." 

I could tell how hot you were getting, how close you were coming to cumming. I placed my hand on your mound, your pussy lips now open and slick with your honey. I felt your juices dripping down into the crack of your ass and I dug my finger between your cheeks to feel how wet you were. 

Just then there was a knock at the door. "Must be dessert," I said.

"Oooh, what bad timing. You'd better cover me up," you said.

I reached for my robe, laying on the chair. "No," I replied, "I don't think so."

I tied my robe on as I reached the door. I opened it just far enough to take the tray from the bellman, Luis, which was just far enough for him to see your reflection in the mirror. I watched him smirk as I thanked him, and slipped him a note I had written earlier in the evening. I turned back with the tray and the door shut behind me.

"Dessert, Angel," I announced. "Ice cold vanilla ice cream, hot fudge, whipped cream, and pastries with jam and butter. And, of course, you."

The ice cream was so cold that steam rose from the dish. Steam also rose from the pitcher of hot fudge, which was so hot that it ran thinly along the side of the container. I took a spoonful of ice cream and came back to the bed. "Where should we begin," I said, almost to myself. You watched me expectantly, not saying a word. I moved the spoon over your body, watching your eyes follow it. "How about here?" I said and touched the icy silver spoon to the nipple I had left hard and swollen. You gasped and arched your back even more, as your tender nipple strained against the cold metal. I turned the spoon over and let the ice cream slide over your nub, and down your breast.

"I think we'll need a little sauce on the other one," I said as I took another spoonful of ice cream and placed it on your other nipple. Your breathing became louder and louder as I took the small pitcher of hot fudge, which had cooled only a little, and poured a thin stream over the ice cream and your breast. "Ohhhhhh," you cried, again arching your back and straining against your bonds. I bent over you to lick the sweet cream and chocolate from your skin, and slipped my hand back to your pussy. I pushed my finger deep into your slit. As I bit down slightly on your nipple, I felt you try to close your legs, but the silk held you tight. I pushed another finger into you, rubbing against the top of your cunt, near your clit. Your breathing became ragged, almost panting, as I rubbed my finger along side your exposed clit. 

"Cum now, Angel, its OK," I said, slipping a third finger into your hot hole. You let out a long moaning cry, as your first orgasm of the evening swept over you, your pussy throbbing, your nipples long and hard, your toes curling, your body straining against your bonds. 

I didn't want to give you time to relax. "There's only one thing that can make this pussy sweeter," I said, as I took the fudge, still hot, and the dish of whipped cream. I took a fingerful of the cream and spread it along the length of your still dripping slit. I lifted the hot fudge and poured a stream on each of your thighs, so that it would run down into your crotch, alongside your open lips. I was still warm enough to make you gasp when it touched your skin, but not so hot as to burn you. I poured more along the top of your mound and let it drip down your pussy, mingling with the whipped cream. You were close to cumming again, and I began to lick the sweet cream and chocolate from all around your open cunt. My tongue licked inside and out of your hole, up and down your lips, up to your clit and you went over the edge again, louder this time, harder, shaking with the tremors racing through your body. "Max," you said, still out of breath, "I need you to fuck me." I raised my head from your crotch, my face sticky and streaked with brown chocolate. "Don't worry, Angel, fucked you will be."

Just then there was another knock at the door. "Oh, fuck," you cried, "send them away!" I stood up, my cock bobbing, precum dripping and running down the shaft on onto my balls. "I think this one's for you," I said, as you looked at me curiously.

I went to the door and opened it. Luis, our bellman, entered the room, still smirking, looking at you tied to the bed, covered in ice cream and chocolate, totally open and vulnerable. "Angel," I said, "you remember Luis, don't you. When he brought dessert I didn't have the change to tip him, so I told him to come back and that you would give him his tip."

Luis had already removed his uniform jacket and was undoing his belt. He moved to the head of the bed as he dropped his pants and underwear freeing his prick. "Puta," he said, "suck my polla." He pushed his dick to your mouth and you took it between your lips. Your face was directed at Luis, but your eyes were on me. As Luis fucked his prick and out of your mouth, I went back to fingering your pussy. I slipped my thumb into your hole, and slid my long finger between your cheeks. With my finger I played with your tight little rosebud as my thumb slid between your engorged lips. Your eyes closed as my fingers slipped back and forth inside you and you came closer to cuming again. Luis was coming close too, to close for what I had in mind. "Luis," I said, "get your dick out of her mouth and go sit over there." The bellman, not wanting to do anything to change his good fortune, pulled out of your mouth and went to the armless lounge chair across the room, and sat down, his dick red and standing straight up.

I went over to the head of the bed and bent over to your face. "Angel," I whispered, "do you still want to be fucked?" You nodded slightly. "One cock or two?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Two," you mouthed, smiling slightly. 

"I'm going to loosen your arms now, but tie them behind your back." You nodded as I undid the knot which pulled your hands out over your head. I helped you sit up, and pulled your arms behind you. I tied the sash around your arms, above the elbows, which had the effect of arching your back and forcing your tits out. Both your nipples were hard and full, and I bent over to gently lick them. 

Leaving you sitting up, I went to the end of the bed and loosened the knots binding your legs. With the release of the silk ties your legs came together and your body leaned forward. I went over to you and swung your legs over the side of the bed to face Luis, who was watching, slowly stroking his prick. "Come with me, sweet Angel," I said as I helped you to your feet and guided you over to Luis. As we walked, I whispered in your ear. "Your going to get fucked now, Angel. Luis is going to fuck your sweet chocolaty cunt, and while he does that, I going to fuck your sweet tight ass."

As we came to Luis, I pushed your legs apart so that you were straddling the chair, your pussy over his cock, which he held straight up. You slowly sank down, taking him into your body, deeper and deeper, until he was completely inside of you. I stood behind you, kissing your neck, my hands going around your to cup your breasts. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. I put my dripping cock in your hands, tied behind you, and you squeezed it tight. You moved slightly up and down on Luis. I pulled free of you and went over to the room service tray. I took the little dish of butter, and came back behind you. I held the butter on my fingers, and then slipped my hand between your cheeks, sliding the butter up and down your crack, in your rosebud, my finger entering your ass to be sure the slick butter was inside you. 

Once that was done, you leaned closer to Luis, and you thrust your ass back at me. I straddled the bottom of the chair, spread your cheeks, and pushed my cock against your asshole. The pulsing head slipped in easily and I heard and felt you take in a deep breath as you pushed back against me, forcing my cock deeper inside you. I could feel Luis in your other hole, as you moved slowly back and forth, up and down. 

"Oh, god, oh god," you breathed, "I'm so full." Luis and I began to get a rhythm down, sliding in and out of you, deeper and harder, faster and faster, you rocking back and forth between us, gasping for breath. I could feel my orgasm approaching and I could see that Luis was near. I could tell that you were already cumming, moaning, bouncing up and down as much as you could with our dicks in you. 

As my fingers touched your raw nipples, my cock buried deep in your ass, the sensation incredible, I heard Luis yell "si, si, si," as he came inside your pussy, then I exploded, shooting my jizz inside you, grabbing your hips and forcing you down on my cock so that I could go even deeper, my arms wrapped around you, you sandwiched between us, as we slowed down, and slipped from each other, worn, exhausted. I backed out and away from you, my cock still dripping, and I lifted you off of Luis' lap, cum oozing from both your holes and down your creamy thighs, guided you to the bed where you laid down with your eyes closed. 

I gave Luis the sign to go, and he picked up his clothes, put on his pants, looked to see that no one was in the hallway and left. I turned back to the bed and sat down beside you, stroking your hair, as you drifted off to sleep, a sweet smile on your face.



Room Service



Frank switched the tv to mute and looked at the clock, it was 11:19 pm. He was bored, stuck in this shitty motel room with nothing to do and nowhere to go. He was in town on business and didn't really know the area well enough to find a good bar to try and score from. He flipped open his laptop and started casually searching the web, idly contemplating seeing if there were any escorts in the area.

He was browsing a fairly dubious looking add when his phone beeped. Picking it up he saw a text from Sara asking him what he was doing. Frank had met her online in a discussion group a few years back and they'd been chatting since then. At first it was just online, but then it progressed to texting and the occasional video chat.

Eventually their chats became more sexual in nature, and few times they had masterbated with each other on video chat. Frank opened up his pic files on his laptop, a few times when she'd been drunk she'd sent him nude selfies. Sara was 23, with green eyes and brown hair with blonde highlights. Looking at her pics, Frank savored her body, slim and petite, with nice perky B-cup breasts that had large pink areolas and pert little nipples.

He texted her back stating that he was bored. After a few messages it was clear Sara was horny so Frank casually mentioned that he was close by, only about an hour away from where she lived. Almost immediately after sending that text her reply came back OMG really? where u staying?

Frank replied with the name of his motel, and the room number, then added Want to come by and try the Older Man Experience? from their previous conversations he knew Sara had a long running fantasy about older men. A few minutes later Sara replied I'm on my way see u in a bit k?

Frank assured her he'd be here waiting. Feeling energized, Frank stood up and took stock of the room, he hadn't really expected her to say yes to meeting. He realized there was no alcohol, so he grabbed his jacket and left the room. He remembered seeing a liquor store a few blocks from the hotel.

20 minutes later he was back in the room. He unscrewed the cap on the bottle of whiskey he'd bought and then took the pack of condoms out and put it on the night stand. He hated the things, but every time he'd talked to Sara about fucking she'd always been adamant about using a condom.

Frank settled in to wait, wondering if she'd just been cock teasing him. He was about to fix himself another drink when his phone rang, he saw Sara's number on the call ID. He answered it quickly. It sounded like she was on the road, "Hey which exit is it to where you are? is it 31 or 34?" Frank glanced out the window where he could see the sign, "Take 31, then it'll be on your left after the light."

"'Kay, be there in a minute." She hung up. Frank poured himself another shot and lit a cigarette before going to the window to watch. Ten minutes later a blue hatchback pulled into the parking space near his room, he watched Sara's pert titties bouncing under her blue top. Going to the door he let her inside.

She gave him a hug and tossed her purse on the dresser. They'd met once before a year ago along with several others from the discussion group. Frank had hoped to nail her then, but the opportunity hadn't arisen then. Her hair was longer now than the last time he'd seen it, and she had it back in a ponytail.

Frank offered her a drink, but she shook her head No. "Ok then, top off then." he said with a grin. Sara grinned back at him and told him to knock it off. They were used to flirting this way on text and it was a natural progression. Frank sat down on the bed and motioned for her to get comfortable. Sara sat down cross legged on the bed and they began to chat, mostly talking about the various trivialities of their day to day lives.

During a break in the conversation, Frank took a moment to tease her about her hands being tiny. Sara pouted at him and declared "They are not!"

"Bullshit. They're tiny and you know it." He held up his hand palm out. Sara pressed her palm to his and giggled, "Ok maybe, but you've got huge hands."

Frank grinned at her, "That's not all that's huge." She smiled back at him, cocking her head to the side "Is that right?" Frank nodded, and she let her fingers slide between his. Closing his hand around hers he leaned back on the bed, pulling Sara on top of him, and kissed her. She returned the kiss hard and agressively, letting her tongue push into his mouth.

As they were making out, Frank let his hands roam over her slender body, cupping her firm ass and her tits. Sara responded by dry humping his crotch, he could feel her pussy bumping against his throbbing cock. He let his hands slip under her shirt and lifted it off over her head and tossed it aside. Sara smiled down at him, then sat up, grinding her crotch on his.

She reached back and undid her bra, dropping it over the edge of the bed. She cupped her tits for a second then released them. He could see her nipples were standing erect. "I wish they were bigger," she pouted "They're tiny too." Frank sat up and pulled her to him, "They're perfect." He then leaned down to suck first her left nipple, then her right into his mouth. With his left hand he reached up and shook loose her ponytail.

They went on making out for a while, along the way stripping each other until they were both down to their underwear. Sara was wearing a pair of black high cut panties, and Frank could see where the crotch looked damp as he rolled her onto her back. He fingered her slit through the panties as they were making out, feeling her heat and wet through the thin material. Sara's fingers were tugging his swolled cock through his underwear.

Frank let his hand slide up across her lower belly and took hold of her panties and pulled downwards. Without breaking the kiss, Sara arched her back so that he could slide off her panties. Frank broke the kiss as he ran his hand up the inside of Sara's leg towards her pussy. She was shaved smooth and he could see her pussy lips peeking out. Deftly Frank ran his thumb up her slit and teased her clit. Then he slid it down and parted the pink folds of her lips and slid it up into her wet pussy.

As he fingered her slowly, Sara began to arch her back and moan. She started dragging the nails of her hand down Franks back. Frank reached down and pulled off his underwear, letting his thick cock go free. "MMM come here." he told her as he pushed her knees apart, planning to mount her. Sara pushed his hand away and said "No, wait a minute."

She slithered out from under him and tucked her knees under her. Frank wondered for a second if she was about to back out and leave him blue balled. Without saying a word, Sara reached out and grasped his cock, pulling it up. She pumped it a few times with her fist, letting her fingers slide over the tip, then she leaned down and sucked him into her mouth.

Frank gasped with pleasure and leaned back, propping himself up on his arm to watch her working his cock. Sara slid her pouty lips down to where her fingers were gripping his shaft, then back up over the tip of his cock. Frank reached down with his arm and moved her hair away from her face to better watch her sucking cock.

Sara's eyes were closed and she kept up a smooth rhythym by bending forward and up from the waist. 

Frank pushed her hair back across her back and reached down to play with her tits as she pleasured him. He felt his balls beginning to tighten up and knew that if she didn't stop he would fill her mouth with cum.

"Ah stop! stop!" Frank gasped, as he took Sara by the hair and pulled her away from his cock, he wanted to feel her pussy around him before he came. "Come here." He demanded firmly pulling her by the waist so she was straddling him. Her pussy felt burning hot and it was very slippery. Sara moaned a few times as she slid the length of his cock, dragging her clit back and forth along his length.

Sara rose up onto her knees, and reached down to grasp his cock by the base, lifting him she smoothly pushed herself down onto his cock. Frank gripped Sara's hips as he felt her pussy stretching around his cock. "You feel so good." he said as she began to ride him with a steady motion, leaning forward to kiss him as she rode.

As they fucked, Frank stroked her tits and ass, occasionally letting his middle finger tease her tight puckered asshole. As Sara's tempo increased, she sat up, letting Frank's cock fill her deeper. Frank pushed himself to a sitting position so he could suck her nipples while she rode.

"Oh god Frank, why didn't you do this to me last year?" Sara moaned, and he felt her pussy clenching his cock and growing wetter as she started to cum. Frank pumped up at her harder and faster for a few minutes before he felt his own orgasm building to uncontrollable levels. He fell back away from Sara, and gripped her around the waist. Her nails dug into his chest and he felt his cock jerking as the first spurt of his cum released.

He pushed in as deep as he could, and came inside Sara's wet pussy. He felt string after string of his cum jetting into her. At last he let his hands fall away as she continued to ride him, slowing her pumping bit by bit until she came to a stop and laid down on top of him. He could feel wetness all around his cock, as his erection faded and he slowly slid out of her.

A little while later they awoke to find they'd passed out like that. Sara stretched lazily in the bed next to him, and looked over at him. "I gotta get going soon, how long will you be in town?"

"A couple days, then I fly back out."

She nodded and kissed him, before climbing out of the bed to get dressed. He watched her dress, marveling at his luck to have had her body. She looked up at him and grinned, "I can come back by tomorrow night if you want." He sat up and winked playfully at her, "Don't forget to bring a friend next time." Sara laughed, stuck her tongue out at him and gave him the finger.

"Get some sleep loverboy, I'm gonna need more than one orgasm when I come back tonight."

Frank pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, while he slid his hand down the back of her jeans to tease her ass.

"As many as you like."

He walked her to the door, and watched her climb back into her car and speed off. The sky was growing lighter and he knew she was right, he would need all his energy for later that night when she came back.



Room Service



My wife was in sales when we started dating, with a large territory that required a lot of travel to cover. 

When she was away we'd talk and text often, and sometimes chat by webcam. 

Occasionally if the trip was a long one she'd webchat topless, and a few times when she felt more adventurous we made ourselves cum while the other watched online. 

When she's dressed Karen is elegant and beautiful. With curly brown hair and green eyes, she turns heads even in a business suit. 

Out of her clothes she moves like a cat, slow and sensuous with small but firm breasts and a tight round ass. 

After we has been dating for over a year she made contact with a new prospect and had months where she would travel all week long and only come home on weekends.

One night after a long masturbation session on the webcam there was a knock on her door with room service delivering a glass of wine and a snack. 

Feeling horny I dared her to answer the door topless wearing only her thong. I was only a little surprised when she jumped at the idea. A few times on beaches or at pools she'd laid out topless and lifted up, "accidentally" flashing nearby sunbathers. 

This time would be no accident. She stood up, ran her fingers through her hair then turned the laptop so that the camera faced the door. 

I watched as her shapely ass covered only by a thong wiggled as she walked to the door, then glimpsed her breasts as she stood behind the door and opened it, hiding herself from the hallway and allowing the room service waiter to enter. 

I wasn't sure what I'd expected but he wasn't it. He was about half our age and clearly a fit college student. 

He didn't look at her behind the door as she asked him to put the tray on the far bed. 

First he walked past then she came behind him, pausing to turn the cam a little so the bed became visible. 

I could see him arranging the tray them straightening up and looking at her for the first time. 

If he was surprised to see a beautiful half-naked cougar standing there in only a skimpy black thong he didn't show it. He just smiled and extended the bill toward her then asked if she needed anything else. 

She walked close to him then bent far over the bed examining the tray, and in the process showing him the thin strap of her thong and her bare cheeks. 

Then she straightened and turned back toward him, so close that her clearly hard nipples brushed against the skin of her arm.

"You know, if you don't mind, I think I will want one more glass of wine," she told him. 

I was surprised, but amazingly turned on that she wanted this stranger to come back and see her breasts again.

The waiter quickly agreed, saying he'd be back shortly before leaving the room. 

As soon as the door closed she turned the camera toward the bed, laid down, yanked off her panties and began driving two fingers deep in her pussy while rubbing her clit with her other hand. 

She spread her legs wide, fully exposing her trim bush and wide open labia to me. Even through the poor quality of the web cam I could see her hard little clit and the juices pouring from her cunt as her fingers rammed in and out. Even the sound was amazing, a loud squish every time she drove deep inside herself followed by an almost popping noise as her tight pussy held onto her fingers. 

I had never seen her finger herself so hard, never seen her use two fingers. Then she came, arching her back and screaming, sucking her juices off her two fingers and she kept pressure on her clit. 

My dick was out and in my hand but I hadn't cum yet. I knew that unless she called and cancelled the order the waiter would come back. I was completely turned on and unafraid of her cheating on me. Whatever she wanted to do with the waiter would be up to her. I sat back and waited to see what she'd do next. 

I watched as she slowly wiped her juices off her pussy with a finger then licked it clean. Her pussy was swollen with desire still. 

Then she stood up and still naked walked to the laptop, lifting it up and moving it to a side table. I could see her watching the image, making sure the whole room was visible. She clearly didn't want me to miss any of what she had planned. 

As she made a final adjustment I heard the knock on the door of the waiter returning. She heard it too and purposefully lifted her panties off the bed and tossed them into the corner before walking to the door nude. 

Before she had hidden her nakedness behind the door before opening it. This time I could see her bare back and naked ass as she pulled the door open wide, revealing her breasts and pussy to the waiter who stood there holding a glass of wine on a small silver tray. 

She didn't say a word, instead backing slowly into the room toward the camera, leading him to the bed but not making him break his gaze on her soaking pussy. 

When the back of her legs touched the comforter of the bed, she lay back and spread her legs, motioning him close then setting her feet wide on his shoulders before gazing intently on the rock hard bulge in his pants. 

He smiled as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a hard shaved cock. He held it in his hand and guided it toward her spread pussy lips but she stretched out her hand stopped him, holding her open palm against the head of his cock but not closing her fingers around it. 

Then she shook her finger at him before moving both hands to her pussy. 

With one index finger she rubbed her clit while the fingers of her other hand opened lips wide. 

I started to stroke myself at home while a thousand miles away he began to stroke himself. 

She smiled as his cock grew even larger in his hand, then leaned back and began furiously rubbing her clit and again sliding two fingers into her womb. 

I could tell that she was close to cumming and was watching her closely when his breath caught and he began spurting cum on her. She covered her pussy with one hand as several strong streams coated her breasts and dripped from her nipple. When he was done her own orgasm began to shake her body. As her back arched she reached toward him and slid her two drenched fingers into his mouth. 

I could see his jaw work as he eagerly licked her juices from her finger. 

I was close to cumming and popped myself as I watched him slide a finger over her nipple then wipe his cum onto her lips. She reached a hand up and grasped his finger, then looked right into the camera as she licked her lips then sucked his finger into her mouth, tasting his cum. 

At that moment I wanted her to suck his cock. But instead she tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped him up before leading him out the door. 

Once the door was closed she walked back to the camera and smiled at me.

"I love you, baby," she said. "My turn to dare you."



Room Service



For Kitty it began like any other night. She had moved to this part of the country and this job because it was the first live in job she could find - that said she loved the countryside and lakes around her and enjoyed her job.

She work as a receptionist and general trouble shooter at a lovely hotel in the middle of the lakes, she got to stay there and spent most of her time dealing with the groups of elderly people who stayed there. She look out from behind the bar where she was just helping for a few minutes during the busy period of the night and sighed... A rather boisterous group of lads - a couple of years younger than her by the look of them apart from one older guy who was obviously in charge - had been drinking quite heavily since they came in. Apparently it was some sort of stag do for the older guy who was maybe 30 by the look of him. She went out over to them to ask them again to keep it down as most of their clientele didn't appreciate the rude jokes and loudness.

They made apologetic noises but she could hear them sniggering as she walked away and just caught the crude comment one of them made about her ample breasts. She looked at herself in the mirror behind the bar; five foot seven with her red hair she was easy to spot but her 38DD breasts had always draw attention and normally she liked it but something about the four guys made her uncomfortable. She couldn't wait to finish and escape up to her room. They kept the noise down for the rest of her shift but then kept looking her way and smiling and the went through a fair number of shots. At least no one should hear much from them tonight when they were asleep. The hotel had put them in a section of the place away from the older residents so it was unlikely any noise from their rooms would disturb them.

Her shift finally ended and she retreated to her room, she had a couple of hours before she had to cover the night shift for someone who was ill. She walked through the door and locked it behind her. This was her room, alone and special and god she needed a break. She was on call tonight but didn't expect there to be any problems baring alcohol poisoning. She grinned at the though and walked through to her bathroom setting herself a hot bath running. She had been looking forward to relaxing in it all day. Stripping she turned on the tv quietly in the background and left a music channel playing as she lay her uniform on the nearby set of drawers. She looked in the mirror... A few curves by as she had been told the other day she was still gorgeous. Grinning she cupped her breasts in the mirror and posed - the men had been right to comment - they were one of her best features. She walked through and for the next sixty minute lay in the bath soaking and relaxing after being on her feet all day. She stepped out when she realised the water had gone cold and it was nearly time to go back on shift. By this point of the night it was usually only the staff around with all the oldies tucked up in bed.

She dressed quickly into her uniform but tonight she was feeling a little bit naughtier than usual. She had read some of her favourite stories by a writer she liked today so given that she was sure it would be a quiet night she slipped the jiggle balls (as she called them) into her smooth shaven pussy. Grinning at how naughty she was being she put on the shirt and waistcoat, slid on her trousers and shoes and headed downstairs. She had just settled in at the desk for a quiet night when she was surprised by the phone ringing. Feeling seriously horny and wondering if she had made a mistake with the balls tonight she picked up the phone.

She picked up the phone and heard the voice of one of the young men from the bar. He was complaining (and quite loudly) that he couldn't get the TV in his room to work. Kitty tried not to sigh too loudly as she explained down the phone what he would need to do to get the tv working. She heard him talking to the other guy in the room passing on the message but they didn't seem to be having much luck. They were getting louder and more obnoxious as it went on and she informed them she would be down to sort it out and not to work. She would be five minutes. With a rude message to hurry they hung up.

She slid out from behind the desk and made her way up to see the guys. They had booked the special room in the hotel for their friends (the one getting married) with the enormous four poster bed. She knocked on the door and they opened it and she walked in surprised to see all four of them in the room at once. They had obviously kept the party going in their room as there were a few bottles lying empty around the place. She walked over to the TV to turn it on then abruptly realised it was on and that there was porn playing on the tv. Some woman was kneeling on the floor surrounded by a group of guys with hard cocks all pointing at her face. She blushed and quickly turned to leave not saying anything. Only to find that there were three of the four men stood between her and the door, all leering at her in a way that set her pulse racing.

"You obviously managed to get the TV working guys so I need to head back downstairs, I am the only one on call tonight so need to be down there..." She realised she had made a mistake as soon as she uttered these words. now they knew there was no one else to miss her. She stood frozen in the middle of the room. She backed uo against the desk as they stood and took a step towards her. "Guys... I need to go..." She was almost whispering as she fixed her eyes on the older of the four who was obviously in charge.

"Well now Kitty," They knew her name... "My friend here made the book for the rooms and thought there would be more nightlife, somewhere we could go after but it seems a bit dead round here. However we did notice that you were here and when we arrived the manager said that you would be on call to help us tonight with any problems." He dropped a hand to rub his obviously hard cock through his pants... "I have a problem and need some help with it... I think my friends have a problem as well..."

With that they all jumped forwards and grabbed her arms dragging her over to the bed before she could scream. One of them shoved a pair of socks that he grabbed from the open suitcase nearby into her mouth effectively gagging her. Two of them pinned her thrashing body down as the other two slowly began to unbutton her clothes... They worked fast and soon had the waistcoat and shirt open so they could grope her tits. Squeezing them hard and grinning they kept making crude comments about how hot they slut would look with cum all over her face and tits.

Kitty looked up at them, her eyes wide with shock as the four men systematically stripped her of all her clothes. Then they stopped and, blushing, she realised they had found the string to her balls that were still wriggling round inside her. They pulled them out and the comments simply got worse.

"Oooooh look the slut knew she was going to get fucked tonight..."

"Mmmmmm nice wet cunt for us to fuck guys..."

"I guess Nick as it's your special day soon you get to go first..."

Nick, the older of the four, grinned and stepped back. he quickly stripped of his clothes and stood naked in front of her. His hard thick cock stood out in front of him, obviously ready. Kitty panicked and thrashed around harder prompting the others to quickly pin her down. Using ties from their necks they made two nooses and tied her wrists to the posts of the bed freeing them up to spread her legs and the man, Nick, knelt between them and ran his cock head up and down the length of her shaven cunt.

Looking up into his eyes she begged with hers, helpless, bound and pinned as she felt him mercilessly begin to thrust his thick cock into her waiting cunt. She groaned through the gag of socks; it had been so long and she had been so horny of late but this was not what she had wanted or imagined... The combination of the balls, in her pussy all day and her general horniness meant that soon she could feel her orgasm approaching. The dirty, nasty talk from the men around her, the knowledge that she was going to be fucked into the early hours and the hard driving cock in her pussy all pushed her towards the inevitable result.

She came hard. Her hands convulsed and gripped the ties lashing her to the bed, her body thrashed underneath Nick as the orgasm ripped through her. It was one of the most intense she had ever had and she could feel her juices filling her pussy. Her cunt clamped down on Nick's cock as the guys around her cheered... Naked and helpless she had just surrendered to their lusts and knew she was theirs tonight. She needed more of that.

As she flopped helplessly underneath Nick, the orgasm leaching her strength and will she felt his cock increase in size and heat as well as the speed Nick was hammering it into her... She looked up at him and glared as he pulled out of her and moved up next to her head. She knew what was going to happen next and closed her eyes to the image of him stroking his cock furiously pointed at her face. She heard him groan and then felt the cum splashing over and over her face - it seemed to go on forever. She slowly opened her eyes and saw them all taking photos...

She felt her arms released from the ties that held her and then she was manhandled until she was on all fours on the bed. After the intensity of the orgasm she had lost the will to resist and knew she would willingly do whatever the four of them wanted - they seemed to sense it as well as one of them took hold of anhandfulmofmher lustrous hair and pressed his cock to her cum smeared lips. Within seconds of her reluctantly opening her mouth he was fucking away at her face.

His cock was not as thick as Nick's had felt in her pussy but he drilled it between her lips - she felt for sure her lips would be bruised tomorrow at the rate he was going so she tried to suck a bit to speed him up and save her mouth the abuse. He felt her sucking and laughed in delight grabbing her head and fucked her mouth even harder.

She felt the bed shift behind her and felt several sets of hands spreading her kneeling legs wider, the bed sank as someone knelt behind her and felt another cock at the entrance to her abused pussy. As the guy in her mouth shoved her backwards with his thrusts the guy behind buried his cock in her wet tight hole. She groaned around the cock as she felt herself being hard used from both ends. She was lost in the sensations now, a hard cock in her mouth and an even bigger one filling her pussy over and over. She couldn't stop herself from coming again now and exploded all over the cock in her cunt. The cock in her mouth suddenly started spurting and filled her mouth to choking point. She swallowed as fast as she could over and over as more and more cum flooded from his cock - she had never known anyone to cut so much before.

The cock slipped from her sore lips leaving her gasping, without the pressure and support at her head end the guy behind her was driving her face first into the pillows and she willingly collapsed. She felt the guy tense behind her and felt the warm sticky mess of his sperm fill her tight twat. He jerked his cock inside her and she felt every pulse of his cum as it filled her. Lucky she was on the pill as a matter of routine. As the third guy withdrew she collapsed onto the bed, her face was covered in cum, she could feel it leaking from her stretched cunt and still taste it in her mouth... She hoped they were done as she ached...

However she was not that lucky... She felt someone climb on the bed then all of the others pinned her down again. She realised with growing horror exactly what was about to happen - she felt her ass cheeks spread and something cold drizzled all over her tight little anus. She felt the weight of a mans body pressing her down and felt a hard cock slowly splitting her open. She groaned and almost screamed as she felt the cock head pierce her ring. At her growing noise level one of the men shoved the pair of socks back into her mouth. She felt the cock filling her - she tried to relax but it was so big, she had never had anything that big before fill her.

Tears were streaming down her face as she felt the cock totally impale her. He at least gave her a couple of minutes to get used to it whilst he leaned over and whispered in her ear how tight her ass was around his cock. He began by rocking back and forth, his cock stretching and opening her ass up enough that he could begin to fuck her. The sensations were totally different and she groaned - only half in pain but half in excitement - she had dreamed about doing this but not this rough... His cock was now beginning to drill into her ass and she could feel other cocks pressing against her as the other three guys got harder again. She tilted her head and opened her cum coated eyes to see the other three guy pinning her down with one hand and wanking themselves with the other.

It was so hot to have these guys lusting after her and wanking themselves off over her as she had her ass pounded now. She slid one hand down to play with her clit as the guys wanking began to cum - the streams splashing in her skin, covering her head to foot as she felt the guy in her ass pumping his cum deep inside her. She rubbed her clit furiously and just as they finished cuming on her and in her she came one last time. She almost blacked out as she curled up on the bed, drifting in and out of an exhausted sleep.



Room Service



The story is inspired by something I experienced myself. Working night hours at a classy hotel, I found a pair of sexy red panties hanging on door 146. They smelled wonderful, that mixed smell of feminine perfume and musk. They were still warm when I smelled them, and, fuelled by the mystique, I looked into the matter. A classy business woman had been living in that room for a long time. I saw her several times after this and even served wine to her as room service once. She had another woman there, and, though they acted professional, I sensed a tension in the air (perhaps imaginary). The other woman was also staying at the hotel, and they lingered in my imagination long enough to inspire this story.

I also would like to thank C Lakewood who has helped me smooth out the text and the story. Big thanks to you mate.

I would also like to point out that this is a repost since i posted this on another site back in 2005. But my screen name Kev was too generic and another author that called himself Kev ended up on my page. SecretLace is more attuned to my writing and my fetish so I thought I would find a home here on this fine site. 





Room Service



This is an older story and does not contain all the details of the sexual encounter. Its focus is on events leading up to the encounter and the tension mounting. Read it with that in mind :)

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He'd been away for several days already on business. This happened on rare occasions, but never more than a night at a time. This time, an entire week. Chloe knew the week would be a lonely one, but she'd underestimated how much she'd miss hearing his voice and cuddling with him every evening. She'd washed the dishes and laundry, mopped all the floors, and vacuumed the basement... twice. No matter how busy she made herself, the time continued to crawl.

Ken was in Chicago for training - a five day seminar. He'd left Sunday afternoon and wouldn't return until late Friday night. It was only Wednesday, but it seemed like he'd been gone for weeks. Chloe also had underestimated how badly she wanted her husband sexually. 

Having laid down for a brief late-afternoon nap, Chloe was slowly waking up in her warm bed. She stretched her arms and arched her back, then stuck her legs and toes straight out. It always felt wonderful to stretch after a good nap. As she stretched her arms, the tank top she'd been wearing for more comfortable housework came untucked, exposing her belly button and part of her stomach. As she relaxed her muscles, she placed her hands on her bare stomach. Her cool hands actually felt good against her skin. 

Without thinking, she closed her eyes again and started pulling her fingertips gently up her stomach, pulling her tank top along. Since no one was around, she had abandoned her bra for the day, perhaps even for the week. Her hands slowly made it all the way up to her finely-shaped breasts, which she cupped softly. She smiled at the thought of her husband's hands cupping her breasts. She loved the way his hands felt against her chest - he was so tender but oh so sensual!

The thought immediately hardened her nipples, which she slowly rolled between her thumbs and forefingers, imagining not her hands but Ken's. No, not his hands, his lips. She squeezed her breasts firmly and let out a small moan, before relaxing her body. After a brief sigh, Chloe slowly pulled the tank top back down and tucked it into her jeans. As she finished the front, though, she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants to tuck the top in the rest of the way. Pushing the top down, her fingers wound up covering her underwear. She pushed her fingers down a little further until she could curl her fingers around her labia. Her underwear had definitely grown damp. "Oh that Ken was here right now! He should be grabbing me like this, not me." The thought sat in her head, tinted with frustration. Squeezing her labia gently, she pushed her palm against her clitoris and moaned again, deeper this time.

Chloe finished tucking her shirt in and then buttoned and zipped up her jeans again. She needed her husband and knew that he wanted her just as badly. She was going to do something that he would never forget, and the idea drove her quickly out of bed. She put a few essential items into a suitcase and then threw the suitcase in the car. The late August day was perfect - mid-seventies, barely a cloud in the sky. It was already four-o-clock, so she would have to act quickly.

Her first stop was the store. Hopefully the local Walmart would have everything she needed. After a little searching around, she was back in the car, GPS up and running, on her way to Chicago. If traffic went well, she could be in Chicago by 8pm or so, and Ken would just be getting back to his hotel room. She was a little nervous about driving in Chicago, but Ken had already provided the address of the hotel, and it was right off the exit from the highway, so the trip seemed pretty straightforward.

The drive lasted almost three hours, but felt much more like three days. Sure enough, the hotel was just off the highway, even visible before Chloe reached the exit. Pulling into a parking spot, Chloe took a deep breath and turned off the car. Putting everything she brought into the mid-sized suitcase, she hopped out of the car and headed for the main entrance of the hotel. Once inside, a large grandfather clock in the corner showed very clearly, 8:36 Chicago time. Perfect. Ken was most likely unwinding in his room, wondering why his wife wasn't online to greet him.

Sure enough, that's exactly where Ken was at. After a long day of classes, completed by a rigorous exam, he was absolutely exhausted. Since he was traveling alone, Ken had exchanged his khakis for a pair of athletic shorts, and hung his dress shirt in the closet. He found this far more comfortable attire for sitting around the hotel room. His laptop, sitting on the desk, was booting up and would soon provide his Google Talk connection to his beautiful wife. Or so he thought. Sitting down on the king-sized bed, he sat the laptop next to him and waited for it to finish loading.

Meanwhile, Chloe went from "sorta nervous" to "wicked nervous". So many things could go very wrong in this plan. But she shoved that thought to the back of her mind and pushed ahead. Not wanting to be caught by the front desk, she simply walked through the main lobby and headed for the restroom, suitcase in hand. Fortunately, there was one young lady at the desk, and she was completely focused on a book in her lap. Chloe chuckled quietly. 

Once in the bathroom stall, Chloe's plan finally took off. She sat the suitcase on the floor and opened it up. Inside were only a few items: a barely existent black negligee, a trench coat, a pair of red high heels, a package of KY Intense, and a condom. Chloe quickly began taking her clothes off and replacing the contents of the suitcase. First her tank top, then she squeezed out of her jeans. As she pulled her panties down her legs, she was struck for just a moment that she was standing in the bathroom of a hotel in Chicago, three hours from home, wearing absolutely nothing, and hoping to goodness she'd remembered Ken's room number correctly.

She pulled up the sheer black thong and then dropped the teddy down over her shoulders. The outfit left something to the imagination, but very little. She then stepped into the high heels and instantly felt very, very out of place. Lastly she put on the trench coat and tied the belt tightly around her waist. Thankfully, no one had come into the bathroom, and it sounded like the lobby had remained pretty quiet. On her way out, Chloe looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. With the coat, it simply looked like she was wearing a short skirt and heels. It took a moment for her to convince herself this looked perfectly acceptable. She then pulled out a brush and fixed her hair just a bit, and lastly, spread some wet'n'wild on her lips. "Mmm, cherry," she thought. "Ken's going to suck all this right off my lips."

The elevator was just down the hall from the bathrooms, a fact for which Chloe was very thankful. As the elevator door closed, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief and pressed the big number 2. Ken's room was 218... she hoped!

Ken was a bit disappointed that his wife wasn't around for their normal rendezvous. "Maybe she headed out for a shopping run or something," he thought. Turning on the TV, he quickly found the local news and then opened up his email to try and get caught up. He was surprised to hear a gentle knock at the door. Thinking it may have been across the hall, he quickly returned to his work. But the next knock was clearer and couldn't be ignored. "Be right there!" he yelled, quickly rushing for his jeans and shirt. He assumed it must have been room service of some sort, unsure who else would be visiting him at this time of night.

Ken had come to the training with a female coworker, but he was pretty sure she'd had plans to join some friends for dinner since she was in the area. He finally made his way to the door and pulled it opened, and was absolutely shocked at what he found.

Chloe found an aggressiveness she'd never known was in her. Perhaps it was the drive all the way to Chicago - something she never thought she'd do on her own. Maybe it was the unbelievable desires for her husband that she'd been fighting off all week which had already left her practically dripping between her legs. But whatever the cause, she had come all this way for something she wasn't going to be denied.

Ken opened the door and found his wife standing before him with a black trench coat and red stiletto heels, and he wasn't sure she was wearing much more than that. Her arm rested against the door jamb and she was staring at the floor between them. She slowly raised her head and he noticed she was wearing sparkly red lip gloss. "What are you-" was all he could manage to say before Chloe put her finger across his lips. She pulled her finger down slowly, resting it on Ken's chest.

"Shhh..." was all she said. He could smell the cherry of her wet'n'wild as their eyes locked. She pushed her finger into his chest and started walking toward him, pushing him back into the room. As they took a few more slow steps, her hips swaying beautifully, the door closed slowly behind her. But she didn't stop. She continued pushing him backward, one slow step at a time, until he stumbled backward, sitting down on the bed.

Chloe took a step backward herself and put her finger to her own lips. "Shh..." she said one more time. As she ever so slowly began untying her belt, she whispered softly, "I've heard men who are away on business trips frequently receive... services... while they're away." She added pauses between words for added effect. "I'm here to provide you some very basic services, and I'm sure you will enjoy them."

At this point, the belt fell at Chloe's sides, and she very slowly pulled the trench coat off, dropping it on the floor behind her. She stood before her husband wearing only a black negligee and her red high heels. His mouth hung open and he had absolutely nothing to say. His eyes slowly scanned up and down her body, taking in the beauty before him. She noticed his eyes stopped at her shoes, came very slowly up her finely toned legs, studied her thong, her stomach, her breasts and nipples, her long neck. Before his eyes met hers, she closed them, slowly tilted her head back, and ran her hands up her body. She started at her hips and slowly went up her sides, her fingers brushed under her breasts and she then brought her hands to cup them through the sheer fabric. She continued up her throat and neck, then her cheeks, and then she finished running her fingers through her hair as she tilted her head back. She then tilted her head forward and very slowly opened her eyes, looking deeply into her husband's deep brown eyes.

The only thing stronger right now than her desire for her husband was her husband's desire for her. The room was electrified and they both knew it. This was certainly going to be a night they would both remember forever.



Room Service



Victor was athletic and muscular with nice, hot, sexy arms and legs. His complexion was a lovely light brown and his head was clean shaven. I had known him for five years. The first week I met him he had just split with his girlfriend. That was a Sunday afternoon. By Monday night he had unloaded his balls for me four times... or was it five?? Twice I swallowed and the other three were lovely facials. 

It started in his apartment that afternoon when his girlfriend left after a nasty fight. It was over and he knew it. I was living in the apartment across the hall and heard the yelling, cussing and saw her storm out the door. He stood in the doorway and we locked eyes as I finished my beer. 

"I'll bet you could use one of these, huh?" I said. He agreed and I invited him over and we talked for over an hour. I knew he needed something else, and I was too hot for him not to try and feel out his orientation. I brought out some porno books and videos. I included some that were all female, all male and some were men and women. I was surprised that he went right for the all male books. In fact, he separated the books with women and pushed them aside! It was then I knew I could very possibly have him. 

After thirty minutes or so we put a movie in with three guys fucking hard. I watched his hand stroking his cock through his shorts and I was sweating, breathing hard and desperate. He saw me and knew with a one second glance eye to eye and it was over. I moaned loudly as my body trembled. I was his slave from then on. I knelt in front of him and kissed his feet. I wanted to worship every inch of his body. I moved past his ankles and up his legs. Then he stood and I looked up at him in awe. The bulge between his thighs was huge. I quickly imagined his cock in my mouth filling me with hot, sticky cum after a long, slow sucking! 

Then Joe took charge and looked me in the eye. "Do you want to service my cock?"

I whimpered and said, "Yes, Master!"

"That's a good answer." Master Victor said and placed his strong hands on the back of my head and forcefully pulled my head into his balls. Immediately I felt comfort and peace. His shaft throbbed lovingly against my cheek through his shorts. "Tonight we will make it official and you will be mine. For now, I will give you a temporary collar." Master Victor went into the bedroom and returned quickly with a leather collar which he placed around my neck. "Now serve your new Master!"

I smiled and pulled Master Victor's shorts off, revealing a beautiful, throbbing 10 inch cock! I looked on in amazement at my new altar. This is where I would gladly devote my time, love, adoration and appreciation from now on. I would do my Master's bidding every day at His beck and call. His pleasure would be my honor and I would be His willing, adoring slave. 

His huge, hairy, sweaty balls dangled in front of me, demanding immediate attention. My left hand slid up my Master's thigh towards his tight ass while my right hand gripped Master's thick shaft. I opened my mouth and let my tongue caress the hairy sac that beckoned me. The taste and aroma was like a drug taking over all my senses in one brief moment. I was possessed by lust and totally under its power. All the while, I didn't notice my Master on the phone... he was calling four luscious friends of his that needed sexual favors from His new slave. There was Steve, Tom, Randy, and Jim who had created a new sex club- and I was the new recruit. 

Steve was a 6 foot tall, slender black man with a lovely cock 9 inches long and pleasingly thick to spread my lips and cheeks. Not quite as muscular as Master Victor, he was still a beautiful sight and so much fun to fuck. He had the best sense of humor, the warmest eyes hairiest balls, which was my most favorite feature of his. He was also the youngest. Every time I sucked his cock I had to give great loving attention to his sac. 

Tom was a 5 foot 10 inch tall white man two years older than Steve and even at 8 inches had the smallest cock, but his thickness made up for it very well. His strong chest was bare, but his hair was the longest. His curly black locks turned me on as they dangled below his firm, muscular shoulders. His ass was cute and fun to cling to while wrapped my lips around his cock.

Randy was next oldest with short blond hair and blue eyes and a lovely 9 inch cock. He was about 5 foot 10 Jim was 5 foot 7 with brown hair and blue eyes. 

I pooled all the saliva that my mouth could hold and soaked Master's balls with it. It dripped back down onto my lips as I licked and sucked with growing passion. I needed to please Him like my life depended on it. I knew my reward would be a mouthful of sticky semen! I was going to enjoy every horny second! 

I gently wrapped my lips around each ball and gently sucked and licked for a few minutes until I opened my mouth wide enough to engulf Master's entire sac. I heard Master groan and praise my efforts. Then, pulling away from His saliva-soaked sac, I turned my attention to my Golden Idol. It loomed over me, calling to me to worship; calling me to pay homage and show my love and respect for my Master. 

I knelt for a moment and stared in awe for a moment. Mr. Gold I called Him. Master instructed me never to refer to His Cock as "it". He was my Golden Idol, or Mr. Gold. I loved my Master and His Cock was His "Prophet" so to speak. I smiled from ear to ear as this was the first time I would worship here at this lovely altar. I looked forward to my first Anointing. 

My hands gripped Master's legs tightly as He stroked Mr. Gold slowly, watching me suffer in anticipation of serving my Master. I held my mouth open wide with my tongue hanging out. This would be the standard for worship. He would wait for an agonizing moment to place Mr. Gold on my tongue before I could begin my service. The aroma of Mr. Gold filled my entire being as I closed my eyes and waited for the touch. 

Then I felt it gently press down and the taste was heavenly. I was controlled by lust, power, and love. Master Victor was in complete control of me and I was loving it. My lips clamped tightly around His shaft as my right hand held the base tightly as it slid slowly deeper and deeper towards my throat. It would take time but I knew I could take every inch. I sucked so my cheeks sunk down and my Master was pleased with the sensations. 

I bobbed my head back and forth along Mr. Gold, gripping His thighs and soaking Him generously with saliva. I desperately wanted to feel His cum flow over me like a river over my lips and down my chin. I gave my all to please Him- to feel His balls rest on my chin. Master began thrusting Mr. Gold into my mouth, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. I moaned loudly, loving the pressure of His Cock passing between my lips and His hands pushing on the back of my head so I couldn't move. I was helpless as He and Mr. Gold had Their way with me, Master's moans became louder and more intense as He fucked my face harder and faster by the minute, making it difficult to not scratch Mr. Gold. 

Time had no meaning now. I was so engrossed in my worship that my whole being was focused on satisfying Mr. Gold. I could feel the pressure building quickly and my excitement grew. I could already feel my mouth flowing with milk and honey, making my cup run over and over with gallons of hot semen. My moans were muffled by Mr. Gold, but were still quite loud, begging for my Master's blessing. I needed it more and more with each thrust. 

Then Master suddenly pulled out of my mouth and He stroked Mr. Gold vigorously, staring me in the eye, watching my expressions intently. He was absolutely mesmerizing. He said nothing, but I could almost hear Him sending me messages telepathically. My eyes pleaded with Master for His blessing. It was agonizing to wait for Mr. Gold to shower me with the fruits of His labor of love and lust. 

"Please, Master!" I begged. "I need Your blessing! Let Your cum flow over me!" I continued to beg for several minutes and still Master stood above me, stroking Mr. Gold as He hovered above me. Five minutes went by and it became ten minutes, which turned into fifteen and twenty. After those twenty minutes I noticed Steve, Tom and Randy standing behind Master, stroking their cocks, watching me intently as I continued to beg for my Master's cum. I smiled greatly, knowing Master was pleased to have them watch me on my knees in total submission. 

Then they gathered around me stroking their cocks, watching me and teasing me. I had just been inducted to their club and Master was the leader and I was the slave. I looked at their cocks intently while Master still stood above me, waiting. I knew I was in for a treat. I could smell each one of them and it aroused me immensely. After Master had His way with me then they would have me. I was everyone's slave-- and I LOVED it!!

Then Master instructed me to continue begging, which I did gladly and obediently. Then the flood came!! My mouth was wide open and my tongue lapping at Mr. Gold, trying to taste what I could catch. My face was covered in cum, dripping everywhere! My chin and neck were like a waterfall of semen. I didn't move an inch. I just closed my eyes and opened my mouth, basking in my first Anointing. Slowly, it dripped all over me and I didn't open my for almost five minutes. 

Then I felt another cock touch my tongue and I took it in and sucked. A blindfold was placed on my eyes and I suddenly felt someone grab my hands and I was bound quickly behind my back. My legs were spread apart and a slippery butt plug was thrust into my ass. I moaned loudly, loving the feel deep inside my back door, but I wanted the real thing. No- I needed the real thing, and I would have begged for it if it weren't for the big black cock face fucking me. I was prepared to do anything for it and they all knew it. 

For the next hour my mouth was stuffed with each cock in turn as they pleased. Each one tasted and felt differently, but none were as big as Mr. Gold. Each cock must have several turns at reaming my mouth, but I could feel my ass screaming for more attention. Soon, after time had stood still long enough, the blindfold was removed and my hands were released. I opened my eyes and Mr. Gold throbbed above me. He was at full throttle and standing tall, commanding my full attention. I smiled for a moment and Master pulled me to my feet and kissed me gently on the mouth. Then he moved me to the couch where I was ordered to bend over. Master removed the butt plug and slid His cock deep inside me. I screamed and thanked my Master for splitting my cheeks and fucking me hard. 

Before I could say anything else, Steve stepped in front of me and slid his cock between my lips and filled me to my throat. I tightened my grip on him as best I could, still reeling and rocking from Master's pounding my cheeks from behind. I could do nothing but take what they gave me and I enjoyed every second! Steve fucked my face for a few minutes, heaving, grunting and groaning all the while. He switched with Randy who fucked me for a few more minutes. They made the rounds on me, taking longer turns each time, fucking me hard and fast, forcing me to take it all. I loved the feel of their cocks at my throat and their nuts on my chin. Combine this all the while Master Victor was still banging away at my ass, getting ready to blow His load. 

Finally, after fucking my ass for over half an hour, Master Victor pulled out of my back door and slid His Cock into my mouth, he thrust hard and fast for a minute or so and exploded all over my face.



Room Service



'I would do anything with this man' she thought. A few months ago, that thought terrified her so much she had ended things with him, straight out of the blue. Now, she realized it was nothing to be scared of, but something that excited her to her very core. They had only started dating again three weeks ago, and things had been amazing, if somewhat vanilla. She had anticipated something unusual tonight, because he had brought her to this wonderfully lavish hotel.

He had drawn her a hot bubble bath, and told her to relax for a while. She spent the majority of the next hour soaking, and letting the stress of the work week float away in the suds, when he entered the bathroom, and asked her if she would like anything from the room service menu.

"Surprise me," is all she could say, and her answer put the most delightfully devilish smile on his face. He laid out a towel, and the signature fluffy hotel robe.

"Don't get dressed," he said. "You won't be wearing anything for long." She was the one now wearing a wicked little grin.

She heard him on the phone, ordering something from room service, so she decided it was time to get out of the oversized tub. She stood up, and used the showerhead to spray the remaining suds off her naked, and freshly waxed, body. She had just finished drying off, when she heard the knock at the front door. Room Service had arrived.

"Love, can you come here?" She was surprised to hear him call from the other room. She had expected to be able to wait until the hotel attendant, who had brought up whatever he had ordered, had left before leaving the safe confines of the bathroom, but she sinched the belt of the robe tight, and opened the door. The waiter was still there, prepping bottle of champagne; she noticed a tray of strawberries as well. 'Such a romantic' she said to herself.

"Where is your phone?" He asked her, and she went to grab it from her purse. When she handed it to him, he made eye contact with her, and the look told her the fun was about to begin. Though she had no idea what was in store, she felt the all too familiar tingle between her legs.

"Thank you, Eric" he said to the young man who had brought up the tray, before handing him her phone. "I would like you to meet my whore. I do not pay her. She is just a whore for me. And tonight, you will get to tell her what she has to do with me, and video the whole thing on this phone. You may masturbate, if you wish, but you may not touch her, or tell her to touch you."

If her jaw could drop any lower, her chin would be able to feel how wet her pussy just became from hearing what he said. She instinctively sank to her knees, and started to place her hands palm up on her lap, when he gave a slight shake of his head.

"Those are my rules, dear. Tonight, you play by his." She looked to the young man named Eric, or at least that is what his name tag said, and waited. His face was a bit flushed from nervous excitement, but she also noticed, from the tell tale bulge in his pants, that he was turned on. She licked her lips, anxiously awaiting to be told what to do.

"St-stand up" said Eric, unsure what to do first with his new found power, and hands almost trembling while pointing her phone at her. She decided, right then, to make things as easy as possible for him by quickly complying with every command. So she stood.

"Take off your robe." he was still nervous, but clearly enjoying this. So was she, but she tried to hide it, as she slowly undid the belt of the hotel robe, and let it fall to the floor. There she stood, naked in front of this strange young man, watching him film her with her own phone. "Lay on the bed. Spread your legs. Touch yourself." The commands started to come faster, as the young man became more confident that this wasn't just a cruel joke. She followed each one, though, and by the time her fingers got to her pussy, she was literally dripping.

"Make yourself cum," said Eric. She usually wasn't allowed to do that, but she started working her fingers in circles over her clit, while Eric stepped closer to get a better view. Her breathing quickened in time with the pace of her fingers, and she was orgasming within minutes. She looked around the room to make sure she had done a good job, which is when she noticed that her lover had opened his suitcase, and began to pull out some of her favorite toys. Vibrators, buttplugs, even the stiff leather paddle, and not so stiff, leather flogger.

Arranging the items on the bed next to her, he turned to Eric and said "You can make her use any of these, or ask me to paddle her, or flog her."

"I definitely want to see her use the buttplug..." Eric replied.

"Don't tell me. Tell the slut to put a buttplug in her ass." Her lover could be so filthy, and cruel, and she loved every second of it.

"Yeah, OK. Put this buttplug in your ass." Eric grabbed one that had a jeweled end, and handed it to her. She reached for the lube that was laid near her when he placed the toys on the bed, and poured some onto her fingers, before lubing up the toy, and then spreading the remainder over her asshole. Then she slowly, intentionally so as to tease this young man even further, began to push the plug into her ass. She almost came from the pleasure of that alone. 

Eric perused the remaining toys laid out over the bed, selected a vibrator, and handed it to her. "Get on your knees." he told her, and then handed the flogger to her lover. "I want you to hit her ass, while she fucks that vibrator," she heard him say, as she quickly rolled over and got on her knees. Laying her head down, so that her ass was high up in the air. She felt so exposed, and she felt like such a dirty whore, and she was incredibly turned on by all of it.

The combination of the vibrator she was using on her pussy, the plug in her ass, and that a strange young man was not only watching, but filming the whole thing, was too much. She began to have orgasm after orgasm, and when her lover began to swiftly strike her ass with the flogger, the orgasms only intensified. She didn't even know she was screaming in her own pleasure until she hear Eric almost yelling at her.

"I said suck his cock!!" She opened her eyes, and there, in front of her face was her lover, naked. His stiff hard, cock aimed right at her waiting mouth. She opened her mouth and swallowed him whole. She continued to use the vibrator to tease her pussy, but she had to slow down, having difficulty concentrating on too many things at once.

"I want to see tears running down your face, from deepthroating his cock!" Eric, despite his earlier nervousness, was clearly getting the hang of this now. She opened her eyes and saw that Eric was now stroking his own dick, but still filming the scene with her phone. She began to gag on her lover's member. holding it in her throat for as long as she could, before her lungs began to scream at her for air, and she had to breathe again.

"Now fuck her! I want to see her get fucked!" Eric was beginning to get impatient, she thought; he was so unlike her lover who just exuded patience and confidence.

"How should I fuck her," he said to Eric, calmly. It was a tone that reminded everyone in the room who was in charge, and in no uncertain terms. "Doggystyle!" blurted Eric. He likely had never witnessed anything this hot before, and since she saw that he was still masturbating, she guessed it wouldn't be long before he had his own orgasm. But she felt her lover crawl away from her face, and move behind her. She tried to mentally prepare herself for the feeling of his cock sliding insi...

"GAAAHHHHHHHH" She screamed, as he went balls deep in one smooth stroke, forcing yet another orgasm out of her. She could see that Eric was struggling to get a good angle to film what was happening, but she couldn't care. HE was fucking her, and that was all that mattered.

"Flip her over! I can't see!" Eric said. They somehow managed to comply without stopping their coitus, her orgasms still rolling across her body. This continued for a few long moments, before Eric had another demand.

"Does she take it in the ass? I wanna see her get fucked in the ass!"

She felt the buttplug get removed, and after a quick search for the lube, watched him apply a liberal amount to both himself and her. 'Glad he listens to me' she thought, but suddenly she couldn't think at all. His cock was pressing into her hard and deep. Her breath caught, and then she came. Came and came and came again. Over and over. There was no stopping them.

"Oh, Fuck! Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" she heard Eric say, "I am going to cum!"

She looked at her lover, the sweat beaded on his brow as he continued to fuck her ass. She watched the devious smile spread over his face, and she knew he had something filthy planned.

"Cum on her face," was all he said, and she ERRUPTED in a massive orgasm. It shook her to her very soul, and sent her spiraling away on cotton candy clouds of bliss and electricity. She hardly noticed when the first splurts of Eric's orgasm hit her cheek, but that brought her back enough to try to open her mouth and catch some of it on her tongue. And then she felt something spray her other cheek, and she turned and watch her lover cumming on her face as well, and she again tried to catch as much as she could in her mouth.

She laid there, after that, for god knows how long. She knew her lover had taken the phone from Eric. She knew he told him to never mention this to anyone, or he would lose his job. She knew she heard water running. She knew she was floating off the bed.

'No, wait...' She thought, before opening her eyes, to see her lover carrying her to the tub. The tub she had luxuriated in not so very long ago, was refilled with both steamy water and bubbles. And next to the tub was the tray of champagne and strawberries.

'I would do anything with this man' she thought, 'because he loves me'.



Room Service



I remember when my co-worker Tom and I finally arrived at our convention at Niagara Falls last year. We had been planning this trip for almost a year and if all went well we would have some sales contracts that would give us both a hefty commission. We got up early after breakfast and began setting up the small exhibit of contracting products. We spent the morning making sure all the products were working and information materials were arranged for easy access.

Around noon the exhibit opened, and we began to meet and greet a variety of contractors. Things seemed slow the first hour and I started to panic but then something happened. It was as if a flood gate had opened and until about six that evening we were so busy we could hardly keep up with all of the orders and inquiries.

Spending another hour or two packing things up we were both dead tired. We went straight back to our hotel and decided to have a couple drinks in the bar. Tom had picked out our hotel and made all of our travel arrangements for this leg of our eastern trip on advice from a friend of his. The hotel was a gorgeous older hotel that had a breathtaking view of Niagara Falls.

I noticed as we entered the bar that several of the other salesmen from our convention were staying here as well. I thought that was unusual since it was a bit of a drive from the convention hall but figured there must have been a good deal on the room rates.

A couple of the guys joined us and we realized not everyone had been as successful as we had been. I was kind of surprised though that they didn't seem more upset. They were all pretty upbeat saying they couldn't wait to come back next year and one or two mentioned they already had their hotel reservations.

Tom and I finished our beers and decided to call it a night. We took the elevator to the tenth floor and walked to our rooms. Tom was a little down the hall but before he left he stopped by my door. Tom smiled and looked over at me and said, "Hey don't forget to order something from room service. I booked this place cause I heard they have an incredible menu."

Smiling at him, I just nodded yes as I closed my door. I walked back and sat down at the television. Picking up the remote control I flipped through some channels but nothing really caught my eye. I realized as I got to the initial television menu that there was actually a room service menu on the television.

Bored and a little tired, I started to open the room service menu thinking maybe ordering up some food wouldn't be so bad after all. The menu was divided into lots of food categories, American, Mexican,Chinese,Japanese,French,Russian,Greek, and Salt and Pepper. Smiling at the salt and pepper category I just laughed and opened the Mexican menu first . 

When the screen cleared after clicking on the icon I noticed a row of pictures of women, all with black hair, brown eyes, with a Hispanic look. Thinking this was odd I clicked on one of the girls' pictures and it turned into a video clip. In a Spanish accent, she started talking about how she was hot and how she would like to fulfill all my fantasies as she slowly disrobed. My mouth fell open as I realized now why my friend told me to order room service.

Catching my breath and feeling my groin tighten I continued flipping through the different menus. After about 20 minutes, my cock was peaking through the top of my jeans practically and rock hard. I finally got to the salt and pepper category and I saw pairs of gorgeous white and black women. There were women with ivory creamy white to lightly tanned skin and some with varying shades of brown from very dark to very light brown skin.

The thought of not only being with two women, but one white, and one black, almost made me cum in my pants. Standing up I turned off the television and went to the shower and slowly masturbated while fantasizing about my two ladies and what would happen with them.

Afterwards, I pulled on a pair of shorts and walked back to the living room grabbing a cola and some pretzels from the food service bar. Unable to sleep as it was only about 10:30 and knowing that tomorrow I would be leaving to another hotel further east for the next exhibition, I played with the remote thinking about how exciting it would be to order room service.

Finally curious and aroused I turned to the room service menu again. I read the directions and it stated that the fee will be on my bill as room service. Thinking about how that would be easy to explain to my boss when I sent in my expense report I scanned further down the instructions.

It stated that all room service meals were $100 except salt and pepper was $200. It seemed like a lot of money but then I remembered that we had approval for throwing a small cocktail party to entertain clients if needed. I decided at that moment with an executive decision a cocktail party was needed.

Slowly, I clicked on the salt and pepper category again. The 5 pairs of beautiful women came onto view on the large television screen. I felt my cock starting to stir again. I skimmed through the pictures once again and finally decided on a tall leggy blonde with long layered hair and big blue eyes. Her full breasts were pink tipped and her narrow waist went down to slightly full hips with a soft triangle of light brown pubic hair. 

The other girl was of the same height with a shade of warm brown skin with large brown doe eyes and long black layered braids which teased her skin just above her full rounded ass cheeks. Her breasts were full and upturned with caramel tipped breasts and she had a very small strip of black curly pubic hair. Pressing on their pictures the transaction took place and a message lit the television screen stating that room service would be delivered within the hour.

Grabbing a beer from the fridge I walked out to the balcony, both nervous and excited, as I imagined what all would happen with the two beautiful women. I quickly downed the first beer and decided to go the bathroom to freshen up. While there, for the first time noticed that there was an entire jar of condoms of all shapes and sizes on the counter.

I smiled as I sifted through them thinking I hadn't even noticed them when I had been in there before. I sifted through the jar and found a couple I liked and placed them in my pocket.

I walked back to the other room, my mind still racing, and decided to grab another beer and sit back and start to unwind. I closed my eyes for just a few minutes and let myself relax against the large sofa. Before long I heard a knock on my door. Setting the beer down, I nervously walked across the room and slowly opened my door to the site of two beautiful women.

They both smiled up at me as they slowly walked inside. They both were wearing fitted silk sheath dresses with little straps at the shoulders and a pair of spiked high heels. I slowly appraised the two of them when I realized my poor manners. I offered them a drink and they both asked for a glass of wine. Feeling still a little shaky I walked over to the bar fixing them their drinks.

Not really knowing how to begin, I just stared in awe at them as I handed them their drinks. They just smiled at me and asked if I would mind going out on the balcony since the moon was full and the view was so beautiful. Who was I to deny two gorgeous women.

Once outside, they guided me to the soft couch that was placed there and they slowly took a seat on either side of me. For a few minutes, they made small talk and I found that their names were Jenna and Kiara. I introduced myself and they smile then slowly took my beer from my hands. Suddenly I found myself pressed back against the back of the couch. They both smiled looking into my eyes and then I felt a pair of white and brown hands slowly beginning to slide across my chest.

A little unsure of what to do, I turned and looked into Kiara's soft brown eyes. I leaned over taking her soft brown face in my hands and began to nibble and suck on her full lips, I felt Jenna begin to lick slowly along my neck and then making long slow licks to my chest.

I reached out caressing Kiara's neck letting my fingertips slide the straps off her shoulders. Leaning forward I began to nibble on her soft brown skin as my fingers slid behind her to unzip her silk sheath. With a gently tug, the soft material began to slide down to her waist.

Her full brown breasts with caramel tips beckoned me until I leaned down gently flicking my tongue across them one at a time. Unable to resist the sweet caramel tips I began sucking them into my mouth. My fingers gently wrapped around one breast and I began slowly caressing the softness. Loving the taste and feel of her large nipples my tongue softly swirled around them until they began to tighten in my mouth.

I lifted my head and slowly turned my attention to Jenna who was caressing my throbbing cock through my pants. My hand reached out sliding along her neck and looping under the straps of her dress until I peeled them off her shoulders. I smiled as I saw Kiara come behind Jenna to slowly unzip her silk sheath sliding it down to her waist. I felt my mouth watering as I leaned forward to take her soft pink lips with mine. I felt a shiver as her soft pink tongue slipped inside my mouth.

Nibbling down along her neck until my lips met her full breasts with soft pink tipped nipples. Gently cupping them, I began to suckle them one at a time. Her soft moans filled the night air. I slowly lifted my head and released Jenna as I leaned on the sofa.

I smiled at the two beautiful ladies and asked them to slowly stand and take off their dresses. They both stood up before me and dropped the silk sheaths which were bunched at their waists to the ground standing only in their strappy spiked high heel shoes. Slowly they stepped forward and I reached out both hands rubbing my fingertips along their moist pussy lips. I felt them start to move against my finger tips and noticed each of them was playing with their breasts. Their long graceful fingers making little circles around their erect nipples. Occasionally they would pinch slightly and give their nipples a gentle tug.

A little smile played across my face, as I leaned forward to Kiara wanting to taste my first brown pussy. Reaching my long fingers out I gently spread her pussy lips apart. Holding her open and exposed I feel my mouth watering imagining how her sweet brown pussy will taste. I feel myself drawn to her and suddenly find my tongue reaching out with my first tentative taste. I let my tongue make a gentle flick just barely tracing the warm brown outer labia. Loving the sweet taste of her juices that slickened her full pussy lips, I can't resist feasting on her sweet brown sugar. My tongue darts out again as it gently explores from back to front tasting her sweet juices. 

I spread her labia further apart exposing her large swollen clit and let my tongue flick across. My finger playfully slid inside her and I heard her muffled moan as Jenna covers her luscious full lips with her own. The ladies continue kissing as I kept licking and sucking her sweet brown sugar pussy.

Smiling up at the beautiful women, I leaned over to Jenna and spread her pussy lips letting my finger tips graze across them. Unable to resist, my tongue slowly follows where my fingertips have been in long slow strokes. Her clit is slightly smaller than Kiara's but she is dripping a sweet tangy juice and I kept lapping up as much as I could from her wet pink pussy. 

I realize that the two women were now fondling each others breasts and I was totally aroused as I had never seen two women making love. They smiled at me wickedly when they caught me staring up at them and told me it was my turn to stand.

I stood up and they guided my pants down over my hips and slowly began rubbing their hands from my shoulders down along my sides. I was motionless as their hands continued down over my hips to my thighs. By now my cock was standing straight out at attention admiring these two lovely ladies. 

I felt them reaching for my engorged cock as they kneeled down at my feet. Holding onto my erect cock, they each begin flicking their tongues in soft licks across the tip like an ice-cream cone. Slowly Kiara slid her brown full lips over the tip, and I sucked in my breath as my white meat disappeared inside her wet mouth. I held my breath as Jenna began fondling and licking my full ball sack.

After a few minutes, they slowly switched places and I saw Jenna's soft pink pouty lips teasing the tip of my cock shyly taking me in her mouth. She looked so innocent as she looked up into my eyes and then she hungrily began devouring my cock. The not so innocent angel after all.

By now, my head was rushing and I heard a pounding in my ears and I realize it was the sound of the rushing waters from Niagara Falls. As the ladies continued their ministrations to my rigid cock I felt my pulse matching the roaring waters in the background.

Unable to continue without fear of cumming too soon, I reached down slowly and guided the women to stand up. Leaning over, I reached for my pants and pulled out a condom. I could feel the ladies holding my erect cock as I began sliding the condom on the tip and slowly unrolling it over the entire length of my engorged cock.

Reaching out a hand, I guided the ladies to face the couch back and crouch over on their hands and knees. Their beautiful full white and brown asses and pussies were now lifted in the air as I stepped closer. Holding my throbbing cock in my hand, I walked up behind them and slowly let my fingers trail along each girls exposed pussy. At the same time, I felt how wet and slick they were for me. 

Feeling my body tingling and completely aroused, I took my cock and gently stroked it back and forth across Kiara's brown puffy pussy lips. Wanting to give each woman some attention, I then stepped over and slowly rubbed my now slick cock across Jenna's pink pouty pussy lips.

Slowly a thought came to mind, and I smiled broadly as I slowly pressed my cock against Kiara's tight entrance. Feeling her pussy stretch, I smiled down in wonder as my white meat begins disappearing into her chocolate covered pussy. With great effort, I slowly thrust myself inside her tight sheath until I was completely surrounded by her sweet brown pussy walls.

I heard her soft moan as I slipped slowly all the way out. Now holding my cock in hand, I gently pressed against Jenna's pink pouty lips. She was a little tighter so I went slower to keep from hurting , I felt her as she pressed back against me anxious for my cock to be inside her tight pussy.

I felt her tight little pussy slide around my throbbing cock and she began to tighten her muscles of her inner walls around me as I sank all the way inside. Sweat started to bead across my forehead, as I slid all the way out. Then I began a rhythm of sliding in and out several strokes with one girl and then several with the other.

I noticed that the girls were playing with each others clots as I continued to drive in and out of them faster and faster. Sensing that each of them was close to their own climax, I stayed longer inside them. Unable to slow my ,I rammed faster and harder into Kiara until I felt her tight brown pussy spasming around my cock. I could hear her screams of pleasure and then felt her body go limp as she collapsed forward against the back of the sofa.

Then I climbed over and pulled Jenna's full hips toward my cock. In one long thrust I, drove myself deep inside her. My rhythm continued at a quick pace, as I fucked her harder and harder until she too collapsed forward with her tight pink pussy spasming around my cock. 

My cock was still hard and my adrenaline was matching the roaring waters of Niagara Falls. I pulled off the wet slick condom and began stroking myself a little as the two girls recovered. 

A few minutes later, Kiara turned around pressing a soft kiss to my cock. She looked up at me then turned and winked at Jenna, I heard her voice as she looked up saying to me," It seems we aren't finished yet now are we?"

Smiling at her and not sure what she had in mind I could only nod. She smiled over at Jenna, then slowly left the room. I then felt Jenna's soft fingertips caressing my cock and positioning me so she could slip on another condom as Kiara walked back into the room. I noticed that Kiara had a tube of lubrication and I looked at her slightly puzzled.

She reached out to me and held my condom covered swollen penis and liberally doused it with some of the clear lubricant. I felt her spreading it all over with her soft fingertips. Smiling she handed the tube to Jenna and slowly walked across the balcony to the rail. I watched in awe as she leaned slightly forward and lifted her left leg onto the top rail of the balcony.

Jenna reached out and began to slide Kiara's ass cheeks apart and softly rimmed her brown asshole with her soft pink tongue. Kiara began to squirm slightly and then Jenna held her hips as her little pink tongue softly speared the lovely brown asshole. Taking the tube of lubricant Jenna began to apply it generously to Kiara's soft brown crack and slowly let her finger tip slip inside Kiara's tight puckered asshole.

I kept slowly stroking my cock as Jenna began fingering her. I felt my body shudder slightly at the sight and soon I could hear Kiara's moans of pleasure. Kiara stayed in that position with her leg lifted and her asshole poised and glistening with lubricant.

Jenna turned that innocent look on me as she turned and walked over to me. She smiled as she reached out and grabbed me by my cock.

"Have you ever taken a girl up the ass before", she asked in that innocent voice of hers?

"No"

Suddenly, I felt like my cock was going to explode as thoughts of how much I had always fantasized about having anal sex. 

"You are going to love this", she tells me with a big smile.

Jenna then took my swollen cock and guided it back and forth across Kiara's slick ass crack. Slowly Jenna guided the swollen knob to Kiara's tight asshole. Lining me up so that I was pressing against Kiara until I felt her puckered asshole begin to stretch. 

This was the tightest feeling I had ever experienced in my life. I couldn't help myself as I grabbed onto her hips and began to press forward slowly. I closed my eyes savoring the sensations and finally I heard Kiara whimpering as my mushroom shaped cockhead finally popped inside.

I paused for a moment holding my breath, wanting to drive completely inside her. Then I felt her passage relaxing as I slid slowly deeper into her brown chute. Her tight muscles began squeezing my cock as I felt myself completely buried with my balls against her ass cheeks.

I sensed Jenna coming behind me wrapping her arms around my hips guiding me in and out of Kiara's ass setting a nice slow rhythm. I felt like I was going to explode as looked down at my white meat sliding in and out of her tight brown ass. I could feel Jenna sliding down behind me and noticed she was now licking Kiara's clit. I kept up the slow rhythm as she continued to reach out and caress my balls as I fucked Kiara's ass.

I could feel the blood pounding through my cock as her asshole kept tightening rhythmically with each thrust. I quickened the pace as I thrust faster in and out and felt that familiar roaring in my ears from my rising passion. Feeling my heart racing faster I grabbed her full brown ass cheeks and drove deep inside with one final thrust. I could feel my balls clenching as my cum shot deep inside her brown shoot filling her with my warm white liquid. I kept thrusting as more continued to squirt until my balls felt drained.

Her moans of pleasure matched mine until our rapid breaths were the only sounds that filled the air for a space of a few minutes. Smiling Jenna was standing next to me with a soft white washcloth. Gingerly she removed the condom and slowly bathed my slick cock.




Room Service



Turning to Kiara next she gently rubbed the cloth across her asshole which was dripping white cum and had slid in a trail down her silky brown thighs. Both ladies smiled and went to the bathroom to clean up and put on those sexy silk sheath dresses and high heels.

They both walked over to me as I stood at the balcony and stepped into my arms each in turn kissing me passionately. Without any further words they turned to leave the room. Before opening the door they both looked over their shoulders and blew a kiss to you. Smiling I stood at the balcony a moment finding it hard to believe that I had fulfilled not one but three fantasies in one night.

The next morning Tom smiled at me as we got into the rented SUV. As we were driving away, he finally asked, "So do you think you will be up for helping out at this convention again next year?"

Smiling I just shook my head. "Yeah Tom I definitely plan on being here next year. In fact, we should probably book our room soon in case it gets sold out."

Needless to say we booked our room the next day and decided that we would stay an extra night. I can hardly wait to sample room service next time.



Room Service



I hate to travel. Especially for business. There is nothing worse than spending long days in meetings and then having to come back to a hotel, only to spend time on paperwork, or, sometimes, watching TV.

This trip started out like all the others. A long drive to a distant city. The futile attempt to enlighten clients whose capacity to try new ideas is almost non-existent. Then the drive to the hotel. And no matter how posh the hotel, it simply can't match the pleasure of sitting in the comfortable surroundings of your own home.

But this trip wasn't like all the others.

After meeting with clients all day, I arrived back at the hotel, and after freshing up a little, wiping as much of the dismal day off my person as I could, I went down to the hotel restaurant for dinner.

The dinner selection that was posted on the entryway was fairly impressive for such a small hotel.

The woman who greeted me led me to a table near the back of the dining room and expressed her hope that I would enjoy my meal.

After a few moments, my waitress arrived and asked if I wanted to start off with a drink. I started to answer that water would be just fine, and that I'd take coffee with my meal, when I looked up into a pretty smiling face. I stopped in mid-sentence before I quickly collected myself and finished my request. The woman was probably about 25 years old with one of the loveliest faces I had seen in a long time. She was only about 5 feet tall, or 5-2 at the most. Her body had a few extra pounds on it, but she carried herself in a very alluring way. She mentioned that her name was Kim and I confirmed it by glancing at the name tag that was pinned to her blouse.

Kim was a very good looking woman. But there was something about her that went beyond just good looks.

She went off to get my glass of water, and the way she moved was very sexy. She didn't slink or vamp, but her step had a spring to it that reminded me of a cute cheerleader about to do a somersault at the big game. Yes, it was a very pleasing sight that was moving away from me.

When she came back, she placed the glass before me and said, "There you are, sir. Are you ready to order?" but it was the way she said it, the way she had of sounding like she really did care about what I was about to order that struck me. Her smile was charming, and her eyes sparkled like no others I had ever seen.

Kim was a terrific waitress. She doted on me. Made sure I had everything I needed. All the time moving with such a sexy grace that I started to flirt with her. I complimented her on her hair. She giggled a thank you back at me. I told her a corny joke. She laughed anyway. 

I was totally charmed by her.

When I finally finished my meal, she brought me the bill. "I'll take that up for you when you're ready," she said, and flitted off again.

I pulled out my wallet and left a $100 bill. The check was only for 25 dollars. I wrote a little note on it. "Kim, you are a very beautiful and charming woman. Thanks for everything."

I then got up and left, a little embarrassed by what I had just done. After all, I was old enough to be her father.

Back up in my room, I settled into my dreary routine, checking my notes from the day's meetings before finally turning on the television as I started to get ready for bed. I was in the bathroom washing my face and brushing my teeth, when I heard a knock on my door. "Who could that be," I asked myself.

I looked through the peephole and saw that it was a woman. I opened the door and instinctly said, "Yes?" before I realized that it was Kim who was standing there.

"Oh, Kim, it's you! Is something the matter?"

"I just finished up downstairs and I wanted to pop up and say thank you for that wonderful tip! I stopped by the desk and found out what room you were in. I hope you don't mind."

"Of, course, I don't mind, Kim. You made my dinner a most pleasureable experience."

"Would you mind if I came in for a moment?", she asked.

I must have had a puzzled look on my face because she quickly added, "I'd like to tell you something in private."

I quickly looked up and down the empty hallway. We couldn't be anymore private than were at that moment. But I opened the door and let her come in.

She walked a little ways into the room, stopped, and turned towards me.

"I just wanted to tell you that your note was the most wonderful thing that anybody's said to me in a long time."

"Well, Kim, it's true. You are a lovely woman."

"I just thought that maybe you'd like to sit and talk for a while. You seem like a very nice guy."

I offered her a seat in one of the two chairs in my room and I took the other. I asked her how long she had been working at the hotel. She asked about my business. All the while her smile was melting my heart. As we talked, I realized that she was the one doing the flirting now. And young women do not flirt with me much anymore. 

No, they never flirt with me anymore.

After a while she asked if she could use the bathroom. I said okay and she got up and left me sitting there. "What is going on here?" I asked myself, mystified by the circumstances.

Kim emerged from the bathroom and came over to stand in front of me. Her blouse was unbuttoned to the waist. She wasn't wearing a bra and the soft curves of her breasts were peeking from behind the edges of the open blouse.

I must have looked totally dumbfounded because she moved closer to me and whispered, "You've touched me tonight with your kindness and sweet words, and now I want to touch you."

Since she emerged from the bathroom I had not breathed at all. After she spoke I let out all of my breath in one great exhale. I sank back into my chair. "This can't be happening to me," I thought.

She let the blouse fall from her shoulders, revealing the fullness of her breasts. A deft move at her skirt soon let it fall in a pile at her feet. She wasn't wearing any panties and her pussy, exposed there before me, looked as sweet as any I had ever seen.

She moved over to the bed and slipped off her shoes, revealing pink-toed feet that accented the sexiness of the rest of her body.

She slid into the center of the bed and tapped on the surface beside her, indicating that she wanted me to join her.

I stammered, "Kim, I'm married."

"That's okay, what we're going to do doesn't count as cheating."

I stood up and quickly undressed, not fully understanding what was going on, but unable to stop it.

I moved onto the bed beside her. She pulled herself closely to me and began caressing my chest. My hand moved to her breasts. They were soft. Softer than I could have ever imagined. 

I moved my hand to her back and ass and pulled her more tightly into me. I had never felt such softness before. I gazed over at her body. It was gorgeous. I looked at her face. She had such a look of longing on it that a shiver shot through me.

I sat up and moved down the bed to her feet. I picked them up, one at a time and gently kissed them. I continued down her legs. I kissed her ankles and her calves. As I kissed her thighs I could feel them quiver a little and she let out a low moan. As I held her legs, I could feel them strain to move apart. I leaned forward until my face was directly in front of her pussy. I could see the moisture that was already making her pussy lips glisten. Seeing this, I couldn't help myself. I moved closer and gently kissed and licked her clit. After a few brief moments of these kisses, her body tensed. She let out a very long, deep moan.

This whole experience -- the sight, the feel, the sound -- had aroused me beyond belief. I moved up to lay beside her and began kissing her breasts. Her nipples were erect and hard as diamonds. I moved my hand to her pussy and began rubbing her clit. Her body began rocking as my hand moved and as I continued to applie pressure on her pussy.

Soon she was cumming again. Her body tensed. Her back arched. Her legs twitched. As I looked down at her feet, I could see that her toes were curled back. Kim's face strained toward me. With one hand she grabbed my head and pulled it toward her. She kissed me deeply as she came in three strong waves before her body finally relaxed.

Kim lay beside me breathing deeply. She looked at me and her face glowed with pleasure.

After a few moments, she got about and began playing with my cock. She stroked it up and down expertly with her hand. She got up on her knees, with her ass in the general direction of my head. Soon my cock was inside her soft, wet mouth, and as she moved it in and out, she ran her tongue all around the shaft.

I moved my hand to her ass and began caressing it as she continued sucking on me. I inserted a finger into her pussy, and then a second. Kim was really working on my cock. It was ecstacy! I had never felt such warmth and wetness, such electric sensations.

I knew that I wouldn't last much longer. "Kim, I going to cum," I groaned. She removed her mouth from my cock and gave the shaft two quick strokes with her hand. I came in a long stream that hit my chest and neck. My body convulsed as she continued to massage my throbbing cock, squeezing every drop of cum out of it..

After moment, Kim got up and went into the bathroom. She emerged with a towell and began wiping the cum from my chest. She then lay there in my arms for a good ten mintues, neither of us saying a word.

Finally she got up, gathered up her things and began to dress. I watched her intently, but I couldn't move. I couldn't say anything. I didn't know what to say anyway. When she was dressed, she came over to me and kissed me sweetly and said, "You are the kindest man I've ever met. Take care sweetie."

She went to the door, opened it and disappeared from my life forever.



Room Service



I went up to the third floor of the Starlight motel. I was looking for room 321, where a woman waited to be the object of my unchained lusts. We had never met it person. We both agreed it would be more exciting and realistic if that first round of passion happened between strangers.

We were not complete strangers. We had each taken precautions. She did not want her worst fear to be realized, to become a rape and murder victim discovered in some anonymous motel room I did not want to become a guest of the prison system, and a marked sex offender labeled for life. We had been e-mailing each other for awhile. We had exchanged pictures. We had exchanged forms of ID. We had discussed over the phone our dark desires and our hard limits. We had agreed on safe sex practices. I even sent her a picture of the flogger I intended to use on her.

Sometimes the e-mails got hot and heavy. Sometimes there was heavy breathing and the sounds of orgasm over the phone. Finally, we got up the nerve and set a date for our rendezvous. I arranged for the motel room, I paid for the room, but I arranged for her to check in before me as my wife. That way, I felt pretty well covered for establishing consent.

Here I was at her door. I knocked twice, briskly, as we had agreed.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Room Service" I answered with authority.

The door opened and she stood before me wearing jeans and a silk blouse. I had expected something sexier, something different.

"I didn't order room service" she told me.

"No, you didn't." I answered, pushing her back into the room. She caught a heel and fell to the floor, landing on her butt. " I ordered this room service."

She was too stunned to speak. I looked her over. Her picture did not do her justice. Her hair was longer. She looked younger, and perhaps in better shape than I expected. I closed the door and locked it. There was something different, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. She crawled backwards away from me until she bumped up against the bed. She was good. She was very good. I hoped this was working for her because it was turning me on beyond my wildest expectations.

"Shut up, bitch!" I commanded, as I walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair. I pulled her up to her knees, and then up to her feet.

"Let's see what we've got here." I said, ripping open her blouse. She had no bra on.

"No!" she exclaimed, and she raised her hands to me. Like lightning, I grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her face with the other. That seemed to break her.

"Please don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want." she whimpered.

"That's better." I replied. "Get those jeans off."

I still held her hair while she slipped her jeans down and stepped out of them. I pulled the silk blouse off her, and held her before me in just her lavender silk panties. She was more exquisite than I had ever imagined, and I savored her smell as I ran my hand across her shoulder and down her breasts. Her nipples, hardening in the open air, twitched under my touch. I grabbed a nipple, applying gentle pressure, slowing letting the pressure increase, until a twinge of pain crossed her face. Up to this point in her ordeal, she kept her eyes down. When I saw that twinge cross her face, I commanded her to look up at me. She complied, and as her eyes met mine, I gave the nipple a sharp squeeze and a twist, causing her to cry out with the sudden pain.

"Make no mistake" I told her, "I will show you no mercy. But if you cooperate, I will do nothing to cause you any permanent harm or to damage that lovely body in any way. Do you understand?"

"Yes" she said, her gazed still locked with mine.

"Good" I replied, and released her nipple. "Time to meet your playmate."

With a hand still in her hair, I pushed her to her knees in front of me. 

"Take it out." It was all I had to say. She quickly and deftly undid my belt and unzipped my pants. I let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. She looked to me for authority to remove the underwear, and my lust spoke to her. She quickly pulled them off and moved to take my hard cock into her mouth.

"Not yet" I commanded. "Just look at it. Study it. Get to know it"

She did. Her hands came up and rested on my thighs. She stared hard, learning it, listening as it talked to her. Her tongue traced a circle around her lips. Soon, without realizing it, her lips parted. With sudden force, I pulled her face onto my cock, ramming it into her until she gasped. I wove the fingers of both hands into her hair and used her mouth till I was close to cumming. Then I pulled her away.

"I believe you were enjoying that." I commented. "Let's have a look." I pulled her to her feet and moved her onto the bed. She laid there passively, waiting for what I would do next. Standing at the foot of the bed, surveying her, I had my answer. The crotch of her panties was wet with her dew. I pulled her panties off, not letting on what I knew. She held her legs together, one last attempt at modesty, one last plea for mercy.

"Open" I directed, and she did. "Wider" she did that, too, and she flushed with the humiliation.

"If you are wet, I am going to fuck you for your pleasure. If you are not, I am going to fuck you for my pleasure." Just that statement set off a wave of wetness in her, and I could she the shame burning in her face. Of course she was wet.

I put on a condom, as agreed. She gave me a grateful look, and she kept her legs spread. I climbed onto the bed between her legs. I started at her knees, licking and nibbling my way down the inside of each thigh to the sweetness of her cunt, her slippery, silky cunt. Each time I nipped the flesh with my teeth, she jerked a bit and I could smell her wetness growing. I climbed up to where I could suck and bite and tease her breasts, and I spent hours, weeks maybe years tasting her. Without her realizing, I had my cock centered squarely in her opening. Without warning I plunged as deep and as hard as I could into her. She cried out suddenly in surprise, but her sound mellowed to a moan as I filled her. As quickly as I entered, I left, and I held the head just inside her, inflaming her with small strokes across her clit. She moaned, and her hips stretched for me.

"What?" I asked. "Say it!"

"Fuck me!" she begged. And I did. Long, hard strokes. I set a slow pace, and let it grow and she increased her pace. Finally, her whole body contorted and she arched into me in a wild frenzy of an orgasm. Wave after wave rolled through her until finally she rested, spent, with my hard cock still inside her. Whatever happened to her now didn't matter.

I got up, got her by the hair again, and onto her knees on the bed and I told her to get that ass pointed up in the air for me.

"Like this?" she asked, getting into position. With those words, it didn't matter what position she was in. I had her where I wanted her.

"This is going to hurt" I tell her preparing her. "It will not leave any permanent marks on you, but there may be some bruising." I see her body stiffen.

I begin to stroke her ass gently with my black flogger. Each of the laces is cut from a smooth plastic, but the cutting leaves rough edges that bite. I warm her up and let her get used to the feeling. I can see her ass relax as I get into a rhythm. When I feel her settled in, I let a strong lash fall on her, making her cry out, and then I fall back to the gentle pace. I repeat this pattern. Only it's not a pattern, I toy with her, watching her tense up after the hard lashes, and the waiting for her to let down her guard before hitting her hard again. Unexpectedly, I group six hard strokes together, and I hear her begin to cry. And it makes me so hard. So hard I am ready. I put down the flogger and go to work spanking her ass with my bare hand. Softly, then harder, and harder still. Her ass is glowing, radiating heat, stinging with pain. When I can see the energy throbbing in her bottom, I mount the bed. I reach between her legs and feel the wetness. I pull her juices up and spread them across her ass, working some of her natural lube into her asshole. She realizes what is coming, and I feel her ass tense as my finger works into her. But there is no stopping now. I expect her to be tight, so I have extra lube spread on my condomed cock. She is crying into the pillows, broken, waiting. I reach around each side and grab her breasts, kneading them like bread, squeezing them as though they were water balloons I wanted to pop. I let go and grab her hips. Time for the final assault. I set the head of my cock at the opening to her ass and begin to gently enter her. I know her ass is on fire. I can feel the heat. I know how far to push her. I do not want to destroy her completely with an all out thrust. Slowly I work into her ass. This feels like virgin territory, and I am ready to cum before I am half way in. But I get a grip. I can feel her pain. It feeds me and drives me. But I take my time. She stops crying. It takes all her attention and concentration to open her ass to me. And she opens. Finally, I am making slow, full strokes up her ass.

"Rub yourself" I order.

"What?" she asks, as if talking to me from a far away place.

"Reach under yourself and rub your clit with your finger." I say matter-of-factly. She complies. In fact, she complies with enthusiasm. Her own stimulation and the cock up her ass all blend into a new song with a heavy beat.

I can't hold out, but I let it build until every muscle from my nipples to my knees is ready to explode. I let it go, and she comes along for the ride, and that just magnifies my orgasm as she thrust her beaten ass back onto me with her own orgasm. Time just disappears. I could have been there for weeks for all I know. Finally I come back to the room. Without a word, I get up, get dressed and ready to leave.

"I'll be in touch" I tell her, as I am headed out the door.

Back in my car in the parking lot, I look at the motel receipt laying in the passenger seat. The receipt says Room 231.

Room 231. Then who was the woman I just had in Room 321? I'll never know. I beat it the hell out of there ASAP. My lady friend in Room 231 was plenty pissed when I never showed up. I didn't tell her what really happened. We finally got together, and that worked out great, but we didn't use that motel. I never found out who the woman in 321 was. No reports of a rape were ever reported, so I can only assume she was too satisfied or too humiliated to report what had happened. Maybe she was just scared I would find her again. Maybe she was hoping I would find her again. I don't know. But I will always remember her. 



Room Service



He was summoned, as per his job, up to room 936 in the hotel. Room 936 was occupied by an older woman. As the rumors went, she was independently wealthy and had decided to live in the hotel rather than own a house. Very little else was known about her, other than that she went out at odd hours of the night and was rarely seen during the daytime. Although he had delivered various meals as part of room service for several months now, he had yet to deliver anything to her door.

As he walked down the hallway pushing the cart, he noticed that this floor seemed to have fewer rooms than the others. Since it was located on the top floor of the hotel and the rooms were very expensive, perhaps that was why. He neared room 936 and knocked on the door.

“Room service,” he announced.

“It’s open, come on in,” came a voice from within.

He entered the room and took in the view. The “room,” consisted of a large living room with couches, a tv, paintings, some plants, and all kinds of expensive furniture. Along one wall, a door was slightly open and seemed to lead to a bedroom. 

“Uh, hello?,” he asked because he did not see anyone.

“Just put the cart by the coffee table, I’ll be there in a second,” replied the voice. He did so and waited.

Another door opened from what must have been the bathroom and she appeared. His eyes widened as he took her in.

Before him stood a tall, blonde woman in her early forties with very short hair, cut almost like a crew cut. She wore a latex jacket that barely concealed two very large and very real breasts. Her white skin contrasted sharply with the black latex. She also wore possibly the shortest black miniskirt he had ever seen. She was in excellent shape, but not skinny. It must have stopped barely an inch past her crotch because he could see her blank panties as she walked towards him. Her silver high-heels left small marks in the plush carpet as she neared him.

“Hi,” she smiled, “I am Ms. T. You must be room service.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied and tried to focus his attention on her eyes. She stared at him.

“Well, don’t just stand there, pour the champagne and lay out the food on the table,” she told him.

While he opened the champagne and set it down on the coffee table with the food, he felt her gaze on him.

“Have you been working hard today?,” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am, today especially,” he replied.

“Well, if you have time for a break, I’d like you to have some champagne with me.”

Not wanting to turn down such an offer, but not wanting to lose his job, either, he tried to explain it was against hotel policy to dine with the guests.

“Nonsense, I think your boss would be more upset if a guest was displeased, especially such a valued one,” Ms. T. said.

He had no further reason to argue with her. 

“Well, ok, then,” he said.

“Good, now put some ice in these glasses and start pouring,” she told him.

At that moment, he realized he had neglected to fill the ice container in the kitchen downstairs.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I forgot the ice,” he pleaded.

“Oh, that’s no problem. I will get some from my fridge. Have a seat on the couch and I will be right back.”

He sat down on her obviously expensive leather couch and waited. Within moments she had returned with two champagne glasses full of ice. She poured them and offered him a glass. He accepted. She sat down across from him on a smaller leather love seat and crossed her legs. He tried very hard not to stare at her incredible thighs.

“A toast to hard work,” Ms. T. said and they drank.

As he swallowed the champagne, he noticed it tasted slightly odd. Within moments he felt drowsy and his limbs felt like lead. Ms. T. only smiled. After a few minutes of him blinking and trying to move, she got up and approached him.

“Now, my young worker, you will be working for me for a while,” Ms. T. said seductively.

He tried to lift his arms and his legs to leave, but couldn’t. He found it surprising that he was still conscious, but unable to move as a result of whatever she had put in his drink.

Ms. T. slid closer to him on the couch and he felt her warm body against his.

“I noticed you staring at my body when you walked in. Your eyes bulged almost as much as your pants,” she hissed into his ear.

Ms. T. began running her right hand over his chest and fondling the buttons on his shirt. Starting at the top, she unbuttoned them slowly and revealed his chest. Peeling back his shirt gently, she slid her hand underneath. He felt her red fingernails on his chest and his crotch begin to throb. Ms. T. massaged him gently, circling each of his nipples with her finger as her tongue circled her lips. She pinched them each gently and then continued exploring his chest with her hand. He stared down at her exposed cleavage. Ms. T. only smiled.

After a few minutes, Ms. T.’s hand explored lower and reached his belt. Using only two fingers, she pulled the leather out of the buckle and left it there. She looked into his eyes and then pushed his shirt back completely with both of her hands. This exposed his toned chest. She tucked his shirt against his shoulders so that his arms were forced slightly backward. Leaning close to his chest, she licked his right nipple once. Ms. T. smiled and looked up at him. He managed to moan slightly, but couldn’t quite talk. He could only watch as her tongue began licking his nipples gently and then hard. She put his nipple between her teeth and bit it gently. Her tongue then began circling his nipple quickly before switching to the other and doing the same. By now, his manhood had become very hard.

Ms. T. leaned back again and her hand found its way to his crotch.

“I see part of you is still capable of movement,” she said and laughed.

Ms. T. tightened her hand around the fabric of his crotch. She squeezed it hard.

“Mmmm, you seem to have quite a handful down there,” she cooed.

Ms. T. then began kneading his testicles and shaft through the fabric of his pants. She alternated a strong, firm grip with gentle tugs and squeezes. Her minstruations caused him to moan. Eventually, she grabbed the length of his shaft through the fabric and pulled it upward against his zipper, causing the belt to loosen some. She jerked him slightly up and down. He moaned more.

“Don’t come in your pants now, we are just getting started,” Ms. T. told him. He tried to retain control over at least one part of his body. 

She released his grip on him and returned to his belt. After undoing the buckle completely, she pulled his belt out of his pants slowly and threw it on the floor. Her fingers returned to his waist-line and began working on the button securing his pants. Her red nails stood in sharp contrast to his black pants. Using both hands, she undid the button gently and pulled back the top of his pants, displaying his white underwear. The outline of his manhood and a slight wet spot of precome were noticeable.

“Ooo, I can see already how big it is, you are quite well-hung, room servicer,” Ms. T. told him.

She pressed one finger against the material where the head of his shaft had leaked out some precome. She brought the finger to her mouth and sucked on it. All of this he watched while being able to do nothing.

“Mmmmmm….,” she said as she sucked her finger dry. 

Once again, her hand return to his crotch, but this time snaked its way between his flesh and his underwear. He felt her hand on his manhood immediately. Her fingers were slightly cold and his crotch was very warm, causing the temperature difference to accentuate her grip on him. Spreading her fingers wide, her longest fingers reached his testicles while her other fingers surrounded his shaft. Her palm pressed against his head. Ms. T. had encircled his manhood and squeezed him gently. Pushing down against his shaft, she began kneading him again, causing him a mixture of slight pain and pleasure. Leaning forward, her face neared his. He noticed the redness of her lipstick matched her nail polish. Holding the back of his head with her left hand, she kissed him deeply and passionately while her right hand continued to massage him. Her pointed, aggressive tongue explored his mouth and danced with his own. She kissed him with the same passionate force as her hand conveyed to his crotch. He felt her large breasts straining against her latex coat and rubbing against his chest. Her hand on the back of his head rubbed him aggressively before pulling his head away from hers. He realized that Ms. T. had an incredible amount of power in her.

Moving away from him slightly, Ms. T. then used both hands to slide his pants and then his underwear down to around his ankles. As she did so, he was able to catch a glimpse of her rear, barely covered by her miniskirt. She did not wear panties.

Returning to her seat beside him, Ms. T. removed her latex jacket and revealed her large breasts. She wore neither a shirt nor a bra, but had a flower tattooed on the top of her right breast. His manhood now stood straight up. She leaned against him.

Reaching for his manhood, Ms. T. wrapped her five red fingernails around him. He moaned.

“I’m going to jerk you off now, lover, and I want you to think of my body as I do it. I know how much my tits and ass turn you on, so now I am going to train you to come with the thought of a mature woman on your mind,” Ms. T instructed.

He had no choice in the matter, but didn’t really want any, either. Her incredible physique was the only thing on his mind from the minute she appeared before him.

Ms. T. began by jerking him slowly again. Her firm grip clearly knew what it was doing and soon a long trickle of precome ran down his shaft and onto her knuckles. While she firmly rubbed his manhood, she ran her pointer finger along the “v” of his shaft and pressed it into him. At the same time, Ms. T. used the inside of her thumb to arouse the underside of his head.

“Yes, baby, I know you are getting close, but I am the one in charge now,” she told him.

Her pace remained slow for a good five minutes. As she did so, he felt the pleasure generated by her hand course through his body. She held the back of his head with her right hand and forced him to watch her fingers on his manhood. She then turned his head towards her breasts and massaged the back of his head with her fingers.

“Do you feel my strong fingers on your hard cock? Do you feel them pulling your come towards me?,” Ms. T. asked him.

He could manage no response other than moans. She smiled. Her pace increased.

Ms. T. then began jerking him so hard she that she ended up pulling his manhood with abrupt force. Exquisite sensations continued to fly through his body.

“Come, baby, come, come all over my floor,” Ms. T. said in a louder voice.

He could withhold no longer and soon a stream of fluid erupted from his shaft. It flew across the room and landed a good distance away from where they were sitting. Ms. T. continued to jerk him as he climaxed, however, and aimed him towards the champagne bottle sitting on the coffee table. Before long, white streams were covering the neck of the bottle.

As his climax ended, his manhood flinched in her hands. She retained her strong grip on him and massaged him slowly as the climax subsided.

“Yes…., you will do nicely for me, your youthful vigor will give us many hours of pleasure,” she told him.

Ms. T.’s nipples were now hard and pointed straight at him. Positioning her chest near his face, she pushed her breasts into his face.

“Suck my nipples, baby,” Ms. T instructed.

Tired from his climax and whatever narcotic she had used on him, he tried his best to lick the large breasts before him. He couldn’t manage much, however, and soon Ms. T. was rubbing her nipples back and forth against his lips. Somewhere around that time, he passed out with the image and sensation of her large breasts swaying against his face.

 ……………………………………………………………….

After what seemed like a few hours later, he awoke. He found himself in her bed, with a collar around his neck and a gold chain attached to the headboard behind him. He was completely naked. To his left, he noticed the drapes had been pulled back and the window filled the room with sunlight. Ms. T. had an incredible view from this floor of the hotel that overlooked the water. By now, command of most of his body had returned, although he still felt a bit lethargic. He also noticed that the bed he lay on was at least the size of three king size beds put together, maybe more. At the foot of the bed was a pink couch, positioned at an angle, and a few chairs.

As he lay there and took in his surroundings, the door opened. An older blonde woman, perhaps in her early forties and with shoulder length hair, walked in. She wore a black bikini with white dots. Her breast size was average, but it was apparent that she worked hard on her body to keep away the effects of age.

“Hello, there,” she said as she approached the bed. “It sure seems that Ms. T. found a nice one today,” she continued and looked his body up and down.

“My name is Candy,” she told him and laid beside him on the left side of the bed, “and Ms. T. and I have known each other for a long time.”

From this close view, he noticed that Candy’s bikini barely covered anything.

Candy stretched her right leg over him and pressed her thigh against his manhood. She ran her fingers on his chest as she moved her leg up and down, making him come to life again. He put one arm behind her and felt the lower part of her back.

“Ms. T. will be along in a few minutes and she told me to prepare you,” Candy said into his ear.

She turned his head towards him and kissed him passionately and deeply. At the same time, she pressed her thigh against him even harder.

Their embrace parted when the door opened again. Ms. T. walked in wearing a white corset with black trim, white high heels, and stockings attached to a garter belt. She led in a younger woman with short black hair. She was completely naked. They both seemed oblivious to him.

Ms. T. led the younger woman over to the couch and bent her over the arm facing the bed. She reached under the couch for two pairs of handcuffs and secured the younger woman to the couch. Ms. T. then walked over to the nightstand to the right of the bed. Ignoring the occupants of the bed completely, she opened the drawer and took out a large, pink, strap-on dildo. As she stepped into the harness and secured it to her waist, she ran her fingers over it as if giving it a massage. Ms. T. then took a small bottle of lubricant from the drawer, closed it, and walked back to the young woman tied to the couch.

“Spread your legs, whore,” Ms. T. said in a commanding tone. 

The younger woman parted her legs slightly. Ms. T. responded by kicking the younger woman’s legs from the inside to force them farther apart. The younger woman whimpered. Ms. T. then stuck two fingers inside of the younger woman’s sex. She let out a short moan.

“Yes, I bet you like my fingers in here, your wetness tells me so,” Ms. T. said as she worked her fingers inside of the woman.

From his perspective, all he could see was Ms. T.’s shapely-rear, her long powerful legs standing behind the woman, the younger woman’s thinner legs, and Ms. T’s fingers working themselves deeper inside. To his left, Candy was as transfixed as he was at the scene before them.

“I think this pussy needs a good fucking,” Ms. T. declared.

Removing her fingers from the younger woman’s sex and rubbing her juices on the shaft of the strap-on, Ms. T. rubbed its head against the woman’s clit. Using her left hand, Ms. T. grabbed the woman’s cheek and left nail marks in it. The younger woman began to emit mixed sounds of pleasurable moans and sharp cries. Positioning herself directly behind the young woman, Ms. T. entered her with a forceful thrust. Whether she was wet enough or not, the young woman had no choice but to receive Ms. T.’s strap-on.


“You seem tight in here, bitch, but I will loosen you up,” Ms. T. said and began to thrust forcefully into her slave’s sex.

He could see Ms. T.’s powerful ass and thigh muscles flex as she pounded into the girl. Ms. T. clearly seemed to know how to handle the strap-on and thrusted into the girl as if it was second nature.

“Yea, you filthy whore, take this cock, open your pussy wide for me,” Ms. T. yelled as she slapped the young girl’s cheeks. Ms. T.’s breasts bounced as she thrusted.

The young girl could only respond by moaning. Her hands attempted to grab the fabric of the couch to hold on, but it was too thin to allow her much of a hand hold. Before long, the young woman was climaxing and her body shuddering as her facial cheek rubbed against the couch as a result of Ms. T’s thrusts. Ms. T., however, kept up her relentless pace for the better part of half an hour.

Needless to say, the scene that unfolded before him caused his manhood to grow in size and push against Candy’s thigh that lay across him. In response, Candy moved her thigh away and began to fondle his testicles.

After the young woman had climaxed for probably the twentieth time, Ms. T. stopped and withdrew from her. The young woman breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” Ms. T. responded, “your ass looks like it needs a good fucking, too.”

The young woman’s eyes widened at the thought. 

Ms. T. opened the bottle of lubricant and poured some onto the young woman’s anus. Using her pointer finger, Ms. T. slowly pressed it against the woman’s sphincter. As she did so, the young woman began to flinch and jerk suddenly. Ms. T. responded by sharply slapping the woman’s cheeks.

“Lie still or I will gag you,” Ms. T. instructed. 

The young woman’s cries subsided.

After Ms. T.’s finger had entered the young woman up to her third knuckle, she removed it quickly. Raising her right leg and placing it on the arm of the couch beside her slave, Ms. T. pushed the head of her strap-on into the young woman’s anus.

“Ooohhhhh!,” the young woman moaned and cried.

“Silence, whore, I know you like having this plastic cock in your ass!,” Ms. T. replied.

He once again noticed Ms. T.’s powerful leg and buttock muscles flexing as she started to violently thrust into the young woman. Before long, Ms. T. had buried her 12 inch strap on up to the hilt inside the young woman. Ms. T. alternated short, fast thrusts with slow, long, drawn out thrusts, and then fast and long thrusts. As Ms. T. pounded into her, the young woman’s clit rubbed violently against the arm of the couch, leaving a noticeable wet spot. She soon began to climax again and her moans echoed in the room.

Candy was also becoming visibly aroused by this scene and stopped fondling his testicles. Instead, she reached between her legs with her left hand and began rubbing her clit. Before long, her juices covered her fingers completely. She pushed her first two fingers completely inside herself, moved them around, and then took them out. Holding them up before him, she grabbed the back of his head with her right hand and forced him to lick them clean. Candy thrust her fingers into his mouth quickly, and then slowly withdrew them. She repeated the process of feeding him her juices as Ms. T. continued to ream the young woman.

After about an hour had passed, the young woman seemed exhausted. She no longer struggled against Ms. T.’s unending thrusts, but only lay on the couch with her mouth opened into a perpetual moan. Finally, Ms. T. slowed down and stopped.

“You seem to have had enough for now, bitch,” she said and removed the strap-on from the woman.

“My pussy, however, has yet to be satisfied,” Ms. T. said and turned around to face him.

Ms. T. approached the bed and looked at him with a determined expression. She removed the strap on from her waist and threw it to the floor. She climbed onto the bed and towered over his face. Candy seemed to know what was coming and moved behind his head, but in front of the headboard. She spread her legs on either side of his head.




Room Service



From his view, he could see that Ms. T. was completely shaven and very wet. Her long session with the young woman obviously aroused her. He noticed Ms. T.’s sex get larger as she lowered her crotch onto his face. Soon all he saw in front of him was her sex.

“Now, room service, you are going to perform one of my favorite activities. You are going to lick my pussy hard and fast while my pussy fucks you. If I am not satisfied within the next hour, then we will do this for another hour without pause,” Ms. T. told him.

He tried to nod between her legs, but could not move much. From behind him, he felt Candy’s hot center against the top of his head. He was effectively wedged in between the two women without any place to go.

Ms. T. rocked her hips back and forth and his head with them before she started rubbing herself against his face. Not wanting to disappoint her, he began to lick her clit furiously. As he licked her up, she thrusted her sex towards him. As he licked her down, she pulled her sex backwards. Within minutes, Ms. T. had smeared his face with her juices. His ears began to feel warm from the tight clamp her thighs had around his head. Ms. T. stared down at him as she gyrated into his face.

“Oh…yesss….keep going….,” Ms. T. hissed at him.

In between her forceful movements against him, he managed to get her clit between his lips and sucked on it. Ms. T. responded by moaning louder and moving back and forth with her clit still between his lips. Before long, Ms. T. began to climax. As her moans started to increase in volume, her thighs tightened even more around his head. Soon her body began to buck violently into him and a short stream of her fluids exploded into his face. 

“Yea, drink her cum, swallow it, swallow it,” Candy shouted as she watched Ms. T. climax in his face. 

Reaching behind Ms. T., Candy grabbed Ms. T.’s ass and pushed it hard and downward into his face. Ms. T. closed her eyes and had entered her own world by now and continued to release her ejaculation upon him. As he tried to suck her clit into his mouth again, Ms. T. released another stream of her fluids into his waiting mouth. He swallowed as much as he could and tasted her fluids. It reminded him of sweet wine. Ms. T. reached down between her legs and pulled him by his hair upwards and into her crotch. Candy leaned forward slightly to get a better grip on Ms. T.’s rear. As she did so, her crotch pressed against the top of his head. Seeing Ms. T.’s large nipples before her, Candy alternated between each of them, sucking them into her mouth and licking them.

The trio continued in this position for an hour. As Ms. T’s climaxes subsided, he was able to lick more of her. When her climaxes intensified, he could do little else but lay still while she satisfied herself on his face. Ms. T.’s climaxes eventually began to soak the bed sheets underneath his head and splash onto Candy’s crotch. No one seemed to mind.

Finally, Ms. T. stopped and breathed out a long sigh.

“You have done very well, room service,” she said to him in a relaxed voice. “However, I have promised Candy that I would share you with her.”

“Mmmm, yes, you have and I want some of that tongue action between my legs,” Candy cooed.

Ms. T. stood up and moved beside him on the bed. He felt cool air hit his face immediately. After being between Ms. T’s hot thighs for over an hour, the normal temperature in the room seemed cool. He sat up and faced Candy. At the same time, Candy removed her soaking wet bikini bottom and placed it next to her. She wrapped the gold leash around her hand and pulled him closer as she spread her legs.

“Eat me, baby,” she said simply.

He laid down on his stomach before her and began gently licking her sex. Her scent filled his nostrils as her juices began to fill his mouth. She was incredibly wet and nicely shaven. Only a tiny bit of hair remained above her clit. Using his tongue, he traced an outline of her sex before lapping firmly against her clit. She looked down at him and sucked her lower lip into her mouth. Short moans escaped her as his attentions focused on her sex. Next, he made his tongue pointy and pushed hard against her clit. He then sucked it into his mouth before letting it go and then taking it completely between his lips and sucking it even harder. He felt Candy put her hand on the back of his head and draw him nearer to her.

“Make me come, make me come hard,” Candy instructed.

He responded by licking her faster. He alternated circling her clit with licking it up and down and then side to side. Before long her hips were bucking into his face as the first of her orgasms started. At the same time, she pushed his head harder between her legs. He frantically licked her as her climax and moans increased. Once she subsided, her hand relaxed its grip on the back of his head.

“Fuck me with your tongue, stick it in my pussy like it’s your cock,” Candy told him as she smiled down at him.

He obeyed her immediately. Spreading her lips with his hands, he made his tongue hard and began thrusting it as far as possible inside of her. In addition to greatly pleasing Candy, this had the added affect of bringing more of her juices into his mouth. Her taste had quickly mingled with Ms. T.’s juices and produced an exotic combination that only made him lap at her more quickly.

As his attentions to her sex brought Candy to another climax, she began rubbing her breasts and playing with her nipples. He looked up from his position and saw her pinching her hard nipples between her fingers. Pressing his tongue against the contours of her clit, he reached up and grabbed Candy’s breasts. Using both hands, he began massaging them and pinching her nipples gently and then firmly as he continued to please her sex. Candy responded by moaning even louder.

“Ohhhhh…baby….ohhh....,” Candy moaned as she placed her hands over his.

Within minutes, Candy exploded into his face again and then continued climaxing in short and long bursts.

Ms. T., however, had been watching all of this and smiling. Walking over to the couch she passed the young woman who had since fallen asleep. Ms. T. bent over and retrieved the bottle of lubricant and returned to the bed. Candy did not notice as she had entered into her own state of pleasure. Ms. T. opened the bottle and poured some lubricant into her hand. She rubbed it between both of her hands and made her fingers especially slick. Ms. T. then repositioned herself between his legs and parted his cheeks gently with both hands. He tried to turn around and move, but Candy’s grip over his hands on her breasts was too strong. Candy also had the leash tightly wrapped around her fingers to prevent him from moving. She opened her eyes between hisses and moans to watch Ms. T.

Ms. T. continued and began to lick the insides of his cheeks. While he was passed out previously, she made sure that her servant was properly cleaned and bathed. Ms. T.’s tongue then began exploring his rear. It darted to the space between his testicles and anus and tickled him gently. She licked long, slow strokes from the bottom of his rear to the top, licking his anus each time. Ms. T. then repeated the pattern and went from top to bottom. As she did so, he flinched slightly, but received a sharp reprimand from Candy to continue pleasing her. He continued licking Candy and rubbing her breasts as best he could. 

After teasing him with her tongue for several minutes, Ms. T. focused her tongue on his anus. Pushing against him gently, she attempted to insert it inside of him. He felt her facial cheeks pressed against his rear cheeks as she did so. Ms. T. then tightened her grip on his rear and quickly swirled her tongue around his anus. She then flicked it back and forth and alternated. He felt all of her long nails pressing hard into his flesh. He let out occasional moans, but they were muffled by Candy’s sex. 

Suddenly, Ms. T. stopped licking him and he felt her right hand release its grip on his cheek. That sensation was replaced by her lubricated finger pressing firmly against his anus.

“Open up for my finger and you will enjoy this more,” Ms. T. told him.

He could do nothing but try not to flinch too much. He stopped licking Candy for a moment because the sensation from Ms. T.’s finger soon became somewhat uncomfortable. Candy responded by wrapping her legs around his head and increasing her grip on his hands. As he lay there, he felt trapped by Candy’s sex in front of him. He inhaled the scent of her strong sex as its wetness rubbed against him. He felt her thighs against his ears and head and began to feel warm. At the same time, Ms. T. exerted a persistent, strong, and continuous pressure against his anus. She watched her first finger sink into him up to her first knuckle. Slowly, she began moving it in and out inside of him. She used her left hand to keep his cheeks spread.

“Does it feel good? Do you like having my finger inside you? I know you like being used for my sexual pleasure, slave,” Ms. T. said.

He responded by moaning into Candy’s sex. Candy rocked his head back and forth between her legs in an attempt to rub him against her clit. She succeeded and he soon felt her wetness and hard clit grinding against his face. Ms. T. noticed this and matched the tempo of her finger to Candy’s gyrations. He continued to moan between Candy’s legs as Candy began to climax again. 

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!,” Candy shouted as she exploded into his face.

From his perspective, the entire world consisted of gratifying Candy’s sex and inhaling her scent or being used by her sex for her gratification. He could only see her shaven sex in front of him and felt her strong, soft, and warm thighs all around him.

As Candy continued to pleasure herself on him, Ms. T. reached underneath him with her left hand and grabbed his testicles. She squeezed them firmly while she continued to thrust her finger inside of him. She then searched further and found his manhood. 

“I see you are still hard down here,” Ms. T. said seductively.

Ms. T. grabbed him and held him tight, cutting off the blood flow, but maintaining his erection. He felt her nails against the skin of his shaft.

After Candy had climaxed several more times, she slowed down and opened her legs. Once again he felt the cool air hit his face.

“I want to fuck him,” Candy declared. “I want to ride that big cock of his.”

Ms. T. seemed a little disappointed at having to stop fingering him, but she relented and removed her finger and her grasp on his manhood. 

“Roll over,” she instructed him. 

He did as Candy stood up and straddled him. His manhood stood straight up and pointed at her. Candy lowered herself slowly and rubbed his head against her sex. He felt some precome dribble out, which Candy smeared into her clit. Pushing his head between her lips, Candy accepted him between her legs. He felt her incredible hot tightness surround him. Within seconds, she had taken his 8 inches all the way inside and was beginning to raise and lower herself on his shaft.

“Mmmmm…what a big cock,” Candy said as she bit her lip.

He placed his hands on her hips and began thrusting into her faster. Soon the familiar sound of flesh slapping against flesh began to fill the room. Candy slowed down slightly and rocked her hips from side to side. He tightened his grip on her cheeks. Candy then resumed her pace, but this time raised herself up quickly, but then lowered herself down at an agonizingly slow pace. This caused him to feel like her sex was forcing its tight self down on him at the speed of a glacier. He began moaning and tried not to climax. Candy looked down at him and smiled. She leaned over and took his head between her hands. She kissed him deeply and passionately, her tongue exploring his mouth as her sex swallowed his shaft. She rode him gently for a while in this position. He moaned into her mouth as she kissed his face and tasted her own juices. Candy then reached down between her thighs and began rubbing her clit. Even though she rode him slowly, she still climaxed in waves against him. She was an expert at bringing him right to the edge of climax, holding him there, and then bringing him back. All the while she continued to climax and moan into his ear.

“Do you want to come, baby?,” Candy asked him as she slid down him.

He nodded and his eyes narrowed from the pleasure she gave him.

“Do you want to come inside my hot pussy?,” she asked him as she slid up.

He moaned and grabbed her rear tighter.

“Do you want to feel your come explode into me as I milk you dry with my pussy?,” Candy inquired as she slid down his shaft and rotated her hips.

He tried not to think of the pleasure she was giving him, but it was impossible. It was as if she rode him with the deliberate, measured pace of the second hand of a clock. One definite motion per second. Out the corner of his eye he saw Ms. T. doing something by the couch, but couldn’t tell what.

“Do you want to fill my cunt and make me come again?,” Candy asked as she sized him up. She continued to rotate her hips. She then reached behind her and felt his testicles.

“I know these are full of cum……….” Candy said as she slid up him, almost to the head of his shaft.

He could no longer concentrate at this point.

“……………so empty them into me,” she hissed erotically to him and slammed down onto his shaft. Candy then rode him at a manic pace and he exploded within seconds. As her sex rode him hard, his semen exploded out of him as if a dam had burst. He held onto her hips as best he could, but it soon became impossible because of the speed at which she rode him and the intense pleasure that flew threw his body. He moaned loudly while what felt like an endless stream of semen flew out of him and into her. Time seemed to stand still as the climax she brought him to became his entire existence. After climaxing inside of her for a full thirty seconds, his body began to flinch. Candy continued to ride him mercilessly while he was still sensitive. Finally, she stopped and kissed him gently as his body convulsed underneath her.

As they embraced passionately and Candy worked her tongue inside of him, he felt her grasp on his shoulders tighten and her nails dig into his flesh. He opened his eyes to see Ms. T. standing behind Candy beginning to insert the strap-on inside of her. Candy raised herself up slightly so her anus could more easily accept Ms. T.’s strap-on. This caused his manhood to slide out of her sex and then become trapped against her stomach as Candy lowered herself down onto him again. As more and more of Ms. T’s 12 inch strap-on entered Candy, the volume of Candy’s moans increased

“Stick it all the way in….yea….,” Candy said as her rear wriggled to accept it and her nails dug into his flesh sharply.

Ms. T. only smiled as she held Candy’s hips and her thighs began to flex in short thrusts. Before long, Ms. T.’s strap-on was buried up to the hilt inside of Candy and she began slow thrusts into her. Each thrust was met with a short moan and alternating expressions of pain and pleasure on Candy’s face. Candy soon began rocking backwards to meet Ms. T. once she became used to the sensation. As a result, Candy’s stomach rubbed against his manhood and quickly brought it to life again. Candy noticed, reached down with her right hand, and inserted him quickly inside of her between Ms. T’s thrusts.

“Take that cock like a whore, you bitch,” Ms. T. said as she increased her pace. 

He could hear the sound of Ms. T.’s thighs slapping against the flesh of Candy’s rear. Ms. T. leaned forward and over Candy slightly and caused their combined weight to press down upon him. Ms. T. placed one hand on the bed and rubbed Candy’s breasts with the other. Although Candy was the center of attention, he still felt within her control. She continued to ride him forcefully as she received Ms. T.’s strap-on. He felt her hot breath against his ear as her breathing increased. Candy’s nipples had become rock hard and were digging into his own. He also felt Ms. T’s strap-on rubbing against his shaft while inside Candy. Ms. T. seemed to know this and stared intently into his eyes as she used one hand to push Candy down by the neck. He noticed Ms. T’s red nails digging into Candy’s shoulder and hip.

Before long, Candy was climaxing and exploding against him. Her moans varied in intensity. Each time she climaxed, her thighs clamped tightly around him and she ground her clit against him. He continued to thrust into her without pause and tried to match Ms. T’s increasing pace.

“Come for me, bitch, come on,” Ms. T. yelled as she pistoned into Candy and slapped Candy’s rear each time she climaxed.

“Oohhhh….yes….!,” Candy responded. 

After climaxing several times, Candy could no longer move, but only lay between them and continued to take them. Ms. T. noticed this, slowed down, and gently removed her strap-on from Candy. Candy’s thighs continued to tremble as his pace decreased, also. Candy attempted to raise herself off of him, but faltered slightly. Ms. T. held Candy from under the arms and helped her to the side of the bed where she lay down exhausted. Ms. T. looked at him.

“Don’t think I’m finished with you yet,” Ms. T. told him.

As if on cue, the door to the bedroom opened and two women walked in.

The first woman had wavy, shoulder length red hair and was in her mid-30s to early 40s. She wore white high-heels, white stockings that stopped midway up her thigh and ended in a lace pattern, tiny white panties with a blueish-green stripe in the middle, and a white bra with the same blueish collar. She also wore gloves that stopped just short of her elbows and matched the rest of her outfit. She was slightly overweight, but retained a very shapely figure. Her large breasts seemed barely restrained by her bra. The whiteness of her smile contrasted sharply with her dark red lipstick.

“This is Gina,” Ms. T. said, “one of my assistants.”

The second woman followed Gina into the room and was maybe slightly older than Gina. She had shorter blonde hair and wore a see-through body suit. Her nipples pushed against the dark, but transparent material and her sex was completely shaven. She wore black high heels and smiled at him wickedly as she entered.

“This is my other assistant, Debra,” Ms. T. told him as he sat up on the bed.

Gina walked towards him and stood up on the bed with her legs on either side of his shoulders. Her high heels dug into the bed’s fabric.

“Prepare my pussy for your cock,” Gina said as she looked down at him. 

Gina moved her panties to one side with her hand and lowered her sex so that it rubbed against his face. He licked her gently and worked his tongue inside of her. Gina’s wetness increased rapidly and began to smear his face. Her juices mingled with Candy’s and Ms. T.’s. Gina looked down at him as he tongued her and held onto the back of his head. Her hips bucked sharply into him as she threw her head back and climaxed. 

“That’s enough now, Gina,” Ms. T. instructed.

Reluctantly, Gina stepped backwards and removed her panties. She then positioned herself behind him on the bed and spread her legs. Next, she removed her bra and revealed her large, white breasts. Cupping them in her hands, she smiled at him. He noticed her blue gloves contrasting with her skin color.

“Come here, baby,” Gina whispered to him.

He complied immediately and positioned his head at the entrance to her sex. Gina responded by wrapping her arms and legs around him, her grasp intensifying as he entered her. He started to slowly and purposefully thrust into her as she began to moan. She held the back of his head and closed his eyes. He felt her soft breasts against his chest as he pounded into her.

Meanwhile, Ms. T. had put on a special, smooth, silver strap-on. It was noticeably smaller than the one she had used previously and was about the same dimension as her finger.




Room Service



“Hold him still, Gina,” Ms. T. said.

He stopped thrusting and Gina held him tightly against her. Ms. T. spread his cheeks with her left hand and pushed her strap-on against his anus with the other. Ms. T. entered him easily since she had prepared the way previously. Putting her hands on his hips, Ms. T. began thrusting into him. He felt her flesh impacting against him and could not help but be moved into Gina as Ms. T. moved into him. He felt completely consumed by Gina’s arms, legs, and sex, while at the same time felt Ms. T.’s body against his back. After trying in vain to coordinate his thrusts into Gina with Ms. T.’s thrusts into him, he gave up and let himself be pleasured and dominated by each woman. Gina bucked her hips upward and into him while Ms. T. thrusted downwards. He became the center of each woman’s hungry sex and could do nothing but moan as Gina held his head.

Debra, however, stood on the bed and walked behind Gina. She then crouched so that her sex was at the same height as his head. Grabbing the back of his head, Debra pulled it upwards and into her sex. Gina looked up at Debra’s sex and smiled. Debra then forcefully rubbed his face against the transparent material of her bodysuit that covered her crotch. Her sex and clit bulged against the material and soon soaked it and his face. Although both women were having their way with him, he somehow managed to tongue Debra between moans. Debra closed her eyes as she climaxed and pushed more of her weight down onto the bed. The points of her black high heels threatened to puncture the fabric of the bed. 

After several intense minutes, Gina began climaxing as the forceful entry and rubbing of her clit had their effect on her. This resulted in Ms. T. pounding into him even faster. He moaned into Debra’s crotch as she rubbed herself on him. To the trio’s right, Candy had recovered and was laying on her side watching. Her hand rubbed her clit and crotch as she observed. 

“I want some of his cock,” proclaimed Debra as the bed bounced from their combined movements.

Ms. T. stopped for a minute and looked at Gina. Gina nodded and Ms. T. reluctantly pulled out of him. As she did so, Ms. T. wrapped her hand around the leash still dangling from his neck. He moved backward as Ms. T. walked away from the bed slightly. Next, Gina stood up and Ms. T. laid down where Gina had been. The bed was still warm. Gina held his hips and pushed him backwards and towards Ms. T.’s strap-on. Ms. T. held her strap-on with her right hand as her left spread his cheeks once again. As he laid backwards against Ms. T., he felt her breasts and hard nipples on his back. Ms. T. grabbed his arms from behind as Debra moved to the front of the bed. Placing her legs on either side of him, Debra lowered her sex onto his manhood as she moved the material of her body suit to one side. He was once again pinned between two women.

“Now I know what you were moaning about, Gina,” Debra said as he slid into her.

Gina only smiled as she stood up on the bed and then squatted above his face. She began rubbing her clit as she sat down onto him and faced Debra. Debra then began to slowly ride him up and down as Ms. T. began forcefully thrusting into him again. He felt Debra’s tight sex consume while Ms. T. continued probing him. Gina started moaning again and he felt her ass cheeks against his facial cheeks as he stuck his tongue inside of her. Within minutes, Debra and Gina were moaning loudly and pinching each other’s nipples. His moans were muffled by Gina’s sex. Behind and beneath him Ms. T. clenched her teeth and grunted as her nails dug into his hips. 

As each woman satisfied herself with him, he felt his own climax building within him. Debra’s incessant riding, Ms. T.’s insistence, and Gina’s slow gyrations against his face began to have their effect. After Debra slid down him and Ms. T. thrust into him for what seemed like the hundredth time, he began to climax and released a torrent of his fluids into Debra. His body began to shake from the violence of his climax and each woman’s continued usage of him. As the minutes slowed and his strength faded, he could no longer tongue Gina but only be subjected to her sex rubbing itself against his face. Eventually, all three women slowed down and removed themselves from him. Ms. T. pushed him gently off of her and he laid on the bed, catching his breath.

“Debra, I want to eat his come from your pussy,” Gina suddenly declared.

Gina smiled, took Debra’s hand and laid down on the bed to his side. Debra then assumed a 69 position with Gina and began sucking her clit. Gina greedily lapped at Debra and sucked his semen from her sex. Debra responded by licking Gina in return. He now lay between Gina and Debra on his right and Candy looking over at him on his left. In front of the bed Ms. T. was positioning a chair against the window pane. He noticed it was still sunny outside. As Ms. T. bent over to position the chair, he caught a view of her wet sex and shapely rear. Ms. T. then sat in the chair and spread her legs. She removed her strap-on and then faced him, rubbing her clit slowly and seductively. She stared into his eyes and licked her lips slowly. As Ms. T. did so, he looked to his right and saw Debra and Gina lapping at each other furiously. Short, muffled moans filled his ears. To his left, Candy’s body twitched as her attention to her own clit produced its result. After a few minutes of natural recovery time, he realized his manhood had become hard again.

Ms. T. saw this, also, and approached the bed. She took him by the hand and led him to the chair. He sat down with his back to the window and faced her. Ms. T. stood before him, slightly sweaty from the prior activities. He admired her powerful thigh muscles and large breasts. Her red nails drew his attention as she placed her hands on her hips.

“Now, lover, I know you have experienced some expert fucking today from several of my close friends,” Ms. T. said, “but none of that will have prepared you for me.”

Ms. Straddled the chair and him and grabbed his shaft with her right hand. She positioned his head below her sex, squeezed him tightly and looked into his eyes.

“Remember, everything they know they learned from me,” Ms. T. whispered as she lowered herself onto him.

Immediately, he realized how tight her sex was. It was as if Ms. T. was able to contract the walls of her sex at her own command. Ms. T. began a slow rhythm and he watched her thighs flex as she slid up and down his shaft. He realized that Ms. T. was not using anything for leverage but was able to ride him on the strength of her thigh muscles alone. He reached around her and grabbed onto her rear. Her muscles felt rock hard. Ms. T. only smiled and leaned at a slight angle, creating even more friction against his manhood. If he hadn’t climaxed so many times earlier, Ms. T. probably would have had him ejaculating already.

As Ms. T. slid down his shaft again, she changed rhythm and began gyrating her hips against him. This caused her sex to spin his shaft in a counter-clockwise direction. Although it brought him pleasure, it also caused a slight amount of pain that kept him from exploding. Ms. T. pursed her lips and placed her hands on her knees. She was still entirely supported by her thigh muscles. He tried thrusting upwards and into her, but Ms. T. only bore down more aggressively and prevented him from moving. Ms. T. then closed her eyes and continued to circle against him. To his right he saw Debra on top of Gina and Gina thrashing against the bed as she moaned loudly. Candy had now risen from her position and was tonguing Debra’s anus. Behind him, he seemed to sense the sun reflecting on the clear water.

Ms. T. opened her eyes after a few minutes and began riding him in an up and down fashion again. Placing her right hand on the back of his head, she leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Her tongue sought his as he felt her flesh slapping against his thighs. Ms. T. then leaned forward and kissed him deeper as her pace increased. She was now riding him at a the pace of a horse’s gallop. Before long, he broke away from her kiss and started moaning. Ms. T. continued to hold onto the back of his head and rub it.

After a few minutes, his moans increased in volume as his climax approached. Ms. T. sensed this and stopped immediately by sliding up and off him. He opened his eyes in surprise. Using her hips, Ms. T. pushed her clit against the underside of his shaft and rubbed him vigorously. She trapped his shaft between her clit and his stomach while she grinded against him. This brought him intense pleasure, but was not enough to send his climax over the edge. He started moaning again. Ms. T. smiled at him while he held onto her.

Again after a few minutes passed, Ms. T. stopped. She backed her sex away from him and allowed his manhood to stand straight up. She then positioned her sex above his manhood and against his stomach. This enabled her rear to push backwards against his shaft. Ms. T. pushed backwards slowly and forced his manhood downwards as far as it would go. She knew she reached the limit when he began to wince. Ms. T. smiled again and began to rub her rear against the underside of his head. He felt the curves of her muscular flesh against him. It again brought him exquisite pleasure, but prevented him from climaxing. As she rubbed her rear against him, he felt slight traces of her fluids being smeared against him. At times, he felt like he fell into the space between the curves of her rear. He moaned loudly while Ms. T. began pressing her thumbs into his nipples. She was torturing him with pleasure. He was completely and utterly within her control as she worked up his climax like a puppeteer pulling on a marionette’s strings.

Moments that felt like an eternity passed and then Ms. T. stood up and quickly sat down on his shaft again. The tightness of her sex felt ten times more constricting than before. Every inch of his manhood had become incredibly sensitive from her expert teasing. She squeezed him hard, but remained still. Leaning over, she took his head in her hands and kissed him passionately and deeply. Ms. T. held him right on the brink of his climax as her tongue explored his.

Suddenly, Ms. T. broke away from him, slowly exhaled her hot breath on his lips, and rode him at a manic pace. His climax started the moment he felt her breath upon him. Starting at the base of his shaft, he felt a searing bolt of pleasure course through him, out of him, and into her. He then proceed to climax with more force than he had all the times previously combined. Ms. T. moved her hands and pushed down hard onto his shoulders as she violently rode him. His semen flew from his body and flooded her sex. His moans were so loud, Debra, Gina, and Candy stopped what they were doing and looked at him. Ms. T. continued to ride him so hard the chair began to bang against the window pane. 

Finally, he subsided and felt Ms. T.’s tight sex around his now super-sensitive shaft. His body felt more drained than after Ms. T. had drugged him earlier. He slumped in the chair and looked at Ms. T. She smiled wickedly, put her arms around him, and kissed him gently, his shaft still inside of her.

Note: Feedback is both appreciated and welcomed.



Room Service



"Check for table three!" 

"Coming!" 

Mira quickly picked up her tray and made her way over to table three where two teenage girls were just getting ready to leave amidst fits of giggles.  They were two of the guests on the island and were named Lei Fang and Hitomi, Lei Fang being the dark-haired Chinese girl with the braids and the yellow bikini and Hitomi being the brown-haired German with Asian features in the green bikini.  They had arrived four days ago and were obviously getting along well, in fact so well Mira wondered just how close friends those two were.  Just the other day Mira had seen them as she was serving guests at the pool, Lei Fang had handfed Hitomi a strawberry and Hitomi had accepted the strawberry in a way that would make every hot-blooded male present stare lustfully.  

Except there weren't any males on the island.  It was a recently bought island resort where the entire staff consisted of women, and all the guests were women as well, those few guests there were.  Mira worked on the island as a waitress, she had been looking for a holiday job and loving beaches as much as she did, an island resort seemed like the perfect job location.  The owner was a guy named Zack, apparently some hot-shot DJ that had recently won it big and had now bought an entire island for unknown reasons, he had only been present the first day to instruct the staff and then left with a laugh that belonged in an anime and hadn't been seen since.  Not that Mira minded much, she didn't like the guy one bit, he was way too into himself and also kinda weird.  He had acted like he had some secret scheme that was only beginning to unfold and would have major effect on the island, if not the world.  

Later that day the guests had arrived, all women and all martial artists, to participate in some tournament apparently.  According to the guest list those women were the only guests on the entire island and no other guests were expected for at least another two weeks, if ever.  Upon arrival the women had seemed confused as if they were expecting to see friends and relatives there, Hitomi had asked around for somebody named Ein while Lei Fang had searched for a guy named Jann Lee, a Japanese redhead named Kasumi had asked around for "Hayate", almost fearfully as if she was both eager and afraid to meet him, and a purple-headed Japanese girl named Ayane had also asked for Hayate.  Then there were Helena, Lisa and Tina.  Helena was a famous opera singer, Lisa was a stockbroker and Tina was some big-shot wrestler that spent a lot of time on her cell phone either arguing with her agent or her father who, judging from their conversations, still treated her like a little girl.  

All of the guests had reacted rather strongly to being told they were on the island for a beach volleyball tournament, but after the initial shock had passed they quickly settled in their rooms and made the best of their situation.  Lei Fang and Hitomi were the first ones to adapt, always cheerful and always together they went all over the island, and always with that almost intimate chemistry between them that made Mira wonder if they were lesbians.  One day she had seen what she could've sworn was a hickey on Hitomi's neck, but since there were no men on the island, who could've given it to her? The one named Helena had quickly distanced herself from the rest of the guests, she had a snooty attitude and there was little doubt that she came from a wealthy family and was used to better accommodations than this.  Tina was quite a rebel, when she wasn't on the phone she was always trying to start a party or in other ways raise hell, on the first night there she had managed to get herself drunk as a skunk and jump naked into the swimming pool before passing out on a table in the local disco.  And the morning after she wasn't even suffering from a hangover, but only itching to start all over again.  Lisa was still an unsolved case to Mira, all she knew about her was that she was a stockbroker from New York and apparently had some connection with Zack, other than that she really didn't know much about her.  Ayane shared Helenas "better-than-thou" attitude though she didn't seem to come from a wealthy background, but she seemed to have a grudge against the redhead Kasumi, whenever Kasumi were there Ayane quickly left with a hateful stare.  Mira couldn't really see what Ayane had against Kasumi, she was the nicest of the guests, always helpful and sweet, but also sad like she was carrying a terrible burden on her shoulders.  

The latest round in the tournament had started earlier in the day and Lisa, Helena, Ayane and Kasumi were currently playing against each other, Helena and Kasumi against Lisa and Ayane.  Tina was somewhere on the island probably looking for a party and Hitomi and Lei Fang were getting up from their table where they had just finished their drinks and from the sound of it were planning to go roller-skating.  Mira gathered the empty glasses on her tray and quickly wiped off the table before returning to the counter and entering the bill into the hotel computer.  With those two gone there wasn't much else for Mira to do until the current game was over and the players would return to the hotel before their next match.  

Mira took a moment to look at herself in the mirror behind the bar, checking her uniform and giving herself a quick run-over.  She was an American with Greek blood in her veins, 5 foot tall, with brown hair running down to the shoulder blades, she had blue eyes and was wearing a black waitress uniform with a miniskirt.  She was 19 years of age and was feeling rather lonely as she had arrived on the island just four days ago and not made any friends yet.  The lack of boys also bothered her, but at least there were all those women to look at, Mira wasn't a lesbian, but she enjoyed looking at the female form and had ample opportunity to do so as the guests on the island never seemed to wear anything but bikinis.  

Having finished with the mirror Mira decided to prepare some drinks and see if anybody needed her service at the pool.  Filling a couple of glasses and putting them on a tray Mira left the bar and walked to the pool where she saw the last guest to have arrived on the island: Christie.  She was in her early twenties with short, platinum blonde hair and a set of ice cold blue eyes.  She was stretched out on her stomach on a beach chair reading a book wearing nothing but a pair of blue-toned sunglasses.  Christie was quite a mysterious character, when she had signed her name in the guest book she had simply written "Christie" and when the hotel manager had asked if she wasn't going to write her last name she had simply given her a stare that tolerated no contradiction and said "no. " The manager had accepted that and had since avoided Christie whenever possible, as if she was scared to death of her.  What Christie did for a living Mira didn't know, but she did know that Christie was British, that accent of hers did little to hide that fact.  Like Helena Christie wasn't a social type, though her desire to be left alone seemed to stem from her personality rather than her upbringing.  She and Helena seemed to know each other, but neither seemed to be very fond of each other, and Helena obviously did her best to stay as far away from Christie as possible.  Christie was also the guest that had left the biggest impression on Mira, her cool, almost cold demeanor fascinated and attracted her and she had a body that Mira never got tired of staring at whenever she had the chance.  If Mira was into women Christie was the one she'd want to pick up.  And now she was there laid out bare for her to watch, seemingly uncaring about the fact that anybody could see her.  "Should I tell her about the hotel rule against sunbathing nude or topless?" Mira thought to herself.  A lingering look along Christies beautiful back and her amazing ass settled it.  "Naaaaah. " 

Mira decided to try her luck with Christie and see how far she could get with her.  Moving over next to Christie she put a drink down on the table next to her.  

"You looked like you could use a drink!" she said.  

"Thanks. " Christie answered without looking up from her book.  Mira snorted inside at the uncaring answer.  "That one always works for guys!" she thought to herself.  But she didn't give up so easily.  

"Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you!" 

"I will. " 

"Quite the talker. " Mira thought sarcastically.  She considered if this was even worth her time, but a look at Christies naked body convinced her it was worth anything.  Spotting the bottle of sun block on the table gave her an idea.  

"Shall I put sun block on your back?" 

"Hm? Oh, yeah, go ahead. " Christie said in an uncaring tone, again without looking up from her book.  "Yes!" Mira cheered inside, she couldn't wait to get her hands on that great body of hers.  Mira picked up the bottle and poured a fitting portion into her hand and sat down next to Christie and started spreading it over her back.  Mira let her eyes linger on Christies back, she was so beautiful, her curves so alluring, her proportions so perfect, her ass so round and firm.  "Wonder if she looks as good from the front?" Mira thought to herself.  "Hopefully I'll find out eventually. " Bored with the silence Mira decided to try and strike up conversation.  

"What are you reading?" Mira asked.  Christie didn't answer, but simply held up her book so she could see the cover.  "Weapons of the Modern Assassin" it read, with a selection of nasty looking weapons and knives underneath the title.  

"Oh. " 

Christie didn't reply, but simply went back to reading.  "Who the hell reads a book like that?" Mira thought and continued working on Christies back in silence for a moment before asking again.  

"So what do you do for a living?" 

"It's a secret. " Christie said, then took off her sunglasses before looking over her shoulder at Mira with a no-bullshit stare.  

"If I told you I'd have to kill you. " 

"I see. " Mira said, slowly losing her chatty mood.  She decided to skip any further attempts at making conversation and returned her gaze to Christies back.  Before long she was back in daydream land, marveling at Christies beautiful form and feeling it under her hands.  Her body was so well trained, when Mira's hands went over her back she could feel the strong muscles, it was incredible that someone could be so well trained and still have such a great, feminine body.  

"She's so beautiful. " Mira thought.  "So beautiful... I could just let my hands run all over her all day. " Mira started imagining her hands were running over Christies body in an intimate embrace rather than rubbing sun block into her back, that she and Christie were on a bed, both naked, Mira on her back with Christie on top, their breasts pressed against each other and kissing passionately, Mira's hands caressing Christies back.  Mira could feel a heat building between her legs, a small fire that warmed her.  "Dare I... ?" Mira thought.  Mira's hands which up till now had been focused on the back started moving out to the sides, massaging the oil into Christies waist and the sides of her upper body, barely touching the breasts.  "God, she's beautiful. " In her mind Mira was now caressing and kneading Christies breasts, feeling their soft firmness, the hard nipples pressing into her palms, cupping a breast in each hand, watching as Christie laid her head back and moaned with pleasure.  Mira lifted her head and started sucking on one breast, letting her tongue caress the areola and flick at the nipple, Christie gasping.  

In the real world Christie was reading her book with an indifferent expression while Mira was rubbing sun block into her back with a dreamy look on her face and a slightly slack jaw.  Mira's hands began to wander absentmindedly down from the waist towards the area where the back met with the ass and started rubbing sun block into the area.  In her head Christie had now mounted her face, grabbing onto the bed stand for balance, her pussy inches from Mira's face.  Mira looked lustfully at her pussy, she could smell the musky scent of Christies arousal, her juices were running out between the puffy lips and down the legs.  Mira placed her hands on Christies rear and pressed her pussy at Mira's face, her mouth locking onto Christies pussy, Christie moaning loudly from the contact.  Mira let her flattened tongue lick up and down the engorged lips, she tasted so good, so erotic, a mix of sweat and pussyjuice.  Christie had thrown her head back, whimpering with lust each time Mira's tongue touched her, her hands clutching the bed stand.  Mira's hands, which had up till now been inactive, started working on that great ass of hers, caressing the cheeks and squeezing them as Mira ate out her pussy, sending Christie further and further into ecstasy.  "I think I've teased her enough. " Mira thought and changed tactics.  She made her tongue long and thin and slowly slid it inside Christie.  "A-aaaaaaah!" Christie moaned in response.  Mira smiled to herself and continued her probing, stretching and caressing Christies pussy-walls with her tongue while still massaging that incredible ass of hers, hearing how Christies moans became more and more high-pitched, she couldn't be far away now.  Mira changed tactics again, she located her g-spot and flicked at it with the tip of her tongue, causing a whimpering moan from Christie with each stroke.  Smiling to herself Mira applied more pressure and now started licking at Christies g-spot, obviously driving her wild.  "Yes, cum for me, cum hard for me. " Mira thought and continued licking.  Christie was getting higher and higher, her moans coming faster and faster, she was almost there, so close, so close, reaching, reaching, until...  

"What are you doing?" 

Mira froze.  Christies enquiring voice had brought her back with a start and she found herself with her hands on Christies butt cheeks, Christie having risen slightly off the chair, turning to look back at Mira with her sunglasses lowered and a slightly puzzled look on her face.  Unable to think of anything to say Mira quickly tore her hands away and could only stammer.  

"Uh... uh... uh... " 

Mira's mind was in a state of panic.  "Oh God, she's gonna get me fired, she's gonna tell everybody about me, she'll never talk to me again, how could I have let myself get carried away like that, idiot, idiot, idiot!" Christie continued to look at her curiously, then her eyes traveled downwards and ran slowly down, then up Mira's body.  An interested smile formed in a corner of her mouth.  Mira could only sit there anxiously.  

"So what time do you get off?" Christie asked in what could almost be taken for a friendly tone.  Mira blinked confused before answering.  

"Uhhh... about six o'clock. " 

Christie nodded approvingly.  

"All right.  Meet me in my room after work. " 

Mira blinked again, trying to decide whether she was still daydreaming or Christie had actually said that.  

"Uhhh... okay. " 

Christie put her sunglasses back on, still with an enigmatic smile on her lips and resumed reading her book.  Still in a daze Mira stood up and walked back to the bar.  Only there did her brain return to rational thought.  "She asked me to come to her room!" she thought as she absentmindedly started working on whatever needed to be taken care of at the bar.  "Did she really ask what I think she asked? She wants me to come to her room to have sex with her?" The thought left Mira in a mix of a state of arousal and a confused state.  

That state remained with her for the rest of the day, Mira was constantly in a daze, not being able to stop picturing those two having steamy sex in her hotel room, her panties in a constant drenched state as she never stopped being wet, her waitressing suffered from it as well, more than once she had to ask the guests to repeat their orders because she was too far gone to hear them, which only caused Lei Fang and Hitomi to giggle even more than they already did.  Hours felt like days, minutes like hours, but finally her shift ended.  Mira could barely think coherently anymore, she was so excited and aroused, she quickly closed up shop and did a final check of herself in the mirror before making her way over to the hotel.  As she stood by Christies door she paused as millions of thoughts went through her head.  

"What am I doing? I'm about to have sex with another woman for the first time in my life and it's a woman I've only just met a few days ago and barely knows! Does she even want to have sex with me? That's why she asked me to come to her room tonight, right? What else could it be? Oh God, what if she's gonna punish me for what I did at the pool? She was reading a book about assassins! She said she'd have to kill me! Oh, come on, you're being ridiculous.  It's gotta be... " 

Mira was abrupted in her thoughts as the door suddenly opened and Christie stood in the doorway.  She was wearing a long silk bathrobe that somehow just seemed wrong, yet right, on her, it was the kind of bathrobe that with its majestic grace would fit somebody like Helena better, on Christie it contrasted with her ice cold demeanor yet made her look astonishingly beautiful and alluring.  Christie looked at Mira with an eyebrow raised.  

"You're still in uniform. " 

Mira looked down herself and realized she was right.  She had been so eager to come over there that she hadn't even noticed she was still in her uniform.  Mira laughed shyly.  

"Er, well, yeah, eh... " 

Christie smiled her mysterious smile again and nodded her head in the direction of her room.  

"Come in. " she said, again in that friendly tone before turning around and walking inside keeping eye contact with Mira before disappearing into the room.  Her eyes kept Mira in a hypnotic state until eye contact was broken, then she followed Christie inside, closing the door after her.  Inside the room Christie immediately made for the bedroom and Mira followed.  Standing at the foot of the bed Christie turned around and faced Mira.  

"Are you ready?" Christie asked enquiringly.  Mira could only nod eagerly.  

"Y-yeah. " 

With a cold expression Christie quickly untied her bathrobe and let it fall, revealing her naked body underneath as she stood there in all her cold, majestic grace, causing Mira to gasp in awe.  She was just as beautiful as Mira had hoped, if not more.  Her breasts were full and firm, her stomach flat and well-trained, her pussy hairs as white as the hair on top of her head.  Mira could only stare, her jaw slack.  

"You're so beautiful. " was all she could say.  Christies only reply was a smile, almost as if she appreciated the compliment, and it amused her.  Christie nodded at her.  

"Go on.  Take your clothes off. " 

"Huh?" Mira answered.  Then realizing what she had said Mira started undoing her uniform.  It wasn't very graceful, Mira tried taking her clothes off as quickly as possible while trying to appear sexy, but failed doing both.  Christies undressing had been so quick yet so powerful and self-confident, why couldn't Mira do the same? Finally she was down to her panties, taking them off a little embarrassed that they were so drenched that Christie had no problem seeing how aroused she was.  Now fully naked Mira stood there trying to appear as self-confident as Christie was, but failing as she nervously opened and closed her hands.  Christie looked at Mira's body with a smile.  

"You're also very beautiful. " 

"Y-you think?" Mira stammered, her heart skipping a beat or two.  Christie nodded.  

"Mmmm. " 

Christie took a step forward until she stood right in front of Mira, so close their breasts almost touched.  Mira gasped inside, she could feel their nipples touch briefly with each breath and the brief contact ignited a fire inside her that made her hunger for Christies body to be pressed against hers.  Christie made no such motion but instead just raised her hand and stared into Mira's eyes as she caressed her cheek, first with one hand, then both, then she stuck her head forward and kissed Mira lightly but firmly on the lips.  Mira was too surprised to act at first, but only for a second, then she kissed back, also raising her hands and caressing Christies cheeks.  The kiss was so sweet, tender, yet lustful, a prelude of things to come.  Mira felt the fire inside her start to burn, Christies lips were so soft, her behavior so controlled, like she just took what she wanted and nothing more.  Just when Mira thought the kiss couldn't get any better Christie put her arms around Mira's neck and pulled her in for a more intimate kiss, this time sliding her tongue between Mira's lips, Mira accepting it greedily and offering her own in return.  Mira threw her own arms around Christies back and pulled her close, their breasts pressed together, the contact making Mira moan with pleasure as she drank greedily from Christies lips, the fire inside her now burning so much Mira felt she would die if they stopped now.  And that's exactly what they did.  Christie stopped the kiss and pulled away, Mira whimpering with the loss.  Christie licked her lips as if to taste their kiss.  Obviously she liked the taste. 




Room Service



"Very good. " she smiled.  Mira could only stand there, panting, a pleading look in her eyes.  Still smiling her mysterious smile Christie took Mira's hand and lead her to the bed, laying down on it on her side, Mira following suit, so that they were on their sides facing each other.  Christie rested her cheek on a hand and let her eyes linger over Mira's body, Mira just laid there and let her do it, she was so aroused.  Christie smiled a satisfied smile and ran a finger up and down Mira's side in a caressing manner, the touch teasing and exciting Mira, she could feel a small trickle running from her pussy onto the bed.  Christies gaze returned to Mira's face, she withdrew her hand and just laid there awaiting.  After a moment she spoke.  

"Well? Don't you want to touch me?" 

Mira gasped inside, did she ever! With a small smile Christie laid down on her back as Mira moved towards Christie until she was almost on top of her, supporting herself on one arm as she looked at Christies body, admiring her beautiful breasts before raising a hand and cupping one, caressing and kneading it, causing Christie to sigh softly.  Encouraged by this Mira lowered her mouth to it and started sucking on it, licking around the areola, flicking her tongue at the hardened nipple, rolling it between her thumb and index finger, Christies breathing growing slightly heavier.  Shifting her position Mira moved so she was lying with her head on Christies chest with both her hands free to give both breasts the same treatment.  Mira loved what she was doing, she loved Christies breasts and it felt so good to have them in her hands, kneading them, sucking them, hearing Christies moans.  After a while Mira decided to up the ante and started moving further down Christies body, softly but firmly kissing her stomach as she did so.  She paused at the navel, licked her tongue around it, teasing her, before inserting her tongue into Christies navel, probing it like she was eating her out, Christie obviously enjoying the teasing, before she moved further down and arrived at Christies pussy.  It was like her daydream, she could smell the musky scent of arousal and see fluid running out from between the engorged lips.  Mira inhaled the scent, getting even more turned on by it, before she closed her lips around Christies pussy.  Christies reply was a sigh of relief, like she had been holding back waiting for her to do that.  Mira let her flattened tongue lick up and down the pussy-lips, tasting Christie, sometimes sliding the tip of her tongue up and down the cleft in a teasing manner before returning to licking the lips, tasting her juices as they came running.  Christie was clearly enjoying it, her face was a mask of pleasure, she was lost in a world of her own, she moaned deeply and regularly.  Mira decided to go all the way, she put her tongue at Christies entrance and slid it inside.  The penetration caused one long moan from Christie.  

"A-aaaaaaaahhh!" Mira smiled, she was living out her daydream and it was incredible.  Mira used her tongue to probe around Christies pussy, stretching the walls, teasing them, hearing Christies moans rising in volume and frequency, she was getting there.  "This time I'll make her cum!" Mira thought and located the g-spot.  Flicking at it first caused Christie to whimper with pleasure, then once she started licking at it with her flattened tongue Christies moans became so loud and frequent that Mira knew she was on the brink.  

"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!" Mira continued her ministrations, from Christie she could hear a mix of loud moans and frustrated whimpers, she was getting there, getting there, Christie was now moaning in a high-pitched tone, she was balancing on the brink, Mira increased her efforts, Christie went silent and tensed like she was bracing for a tsunami, and then she was there.  

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooh! Oooooooooooh! Ooooooooooh! Ooooooooooooh!" Christies body went limp as she screamed out her orgasm, she was nothing but pleasure incarnate.  Mira kept up her ministrations and managed to make Christie tense up once more before releasing into yet another orgasm followed by a scream.  

"Oooooooooooohhhhhh!" After that, Christie could do nothing but slump back on the bed and catch her breath, which took a while.  Mira congratulated herself and got up from between Christies legs and admired her work.  Christie was a thing of beauty, her whole body limp from the pleasure, her chest heaving with her quick, slowly steadying breaths.  Mira leaned in and kissed Christie affectionately on her neck a couple of times before sitting back up.  She waited for Christie to regain her senses so she could please Mira, but for a while nothing happened, Christie seemed lost in her own pleasure.  Just as Mira began to fear she wouldn't get any Christie opened her eyes and looked at Mira, again smiling that mysterious smile.  Mira returned the smile, a little unsure of what to do now.  Christie took care of that for her, she raised from the bed and raised a hand to stroke Mira lovingly on the cheek.  

"Your turn. " she said.  Mira laughed a small laugh with excitement, her eyes glittering.  Christie laid Mira gently down onto the bed and put herself almost on top of her, then started kissing her neck, each kiss lighting a small fire directly beneath the skin.  Mira relaxed and opened herself up to the pleasure.  Christie continued to kiss and gently bite her around the neck, teasing her, before kissing down Mira's chest until she was at her breasts.  Christie cupped a breast in each hand and started kissing at the areola while caressing and kneading the breast.  Mira felt lightheaded, the pleasure starting to carry her away on a tiny cloud.  Christie continued her ministrations, licking at the areola, flicking at the hardened nipple, rolling it between her fingers, alternating between each breast or sucking one while kneading the other.  The pleasure was incredible, Mira could only elicit long, blissful sighs.  

"Aaahhhh... aaaahhhh... aaaahhhh... " After a while Christie released one breast and slid her hand down Mira's body until it reached between her legs where it immediately began caressing her already very wet pussy.  Mira tensed up from the sudden attack, but soon relaxed as the pleasure from her breast and her pussy overtook her.  Mira was getting dizzy, it just felt so good, Christie was so good at what she was doing she wondered if she was a lesbian, or just into both women and men.  Now Christie abandoned her breasts and moved her head down to Mira's pussy, making Mira cheer inside and brace herself for what she was about to experience.  And she wasn't disappointed.  Christie had amazing tongue control, she knew exactly where to lick and how much pressure to apply for Mira to experience maximum pleasure, Mira couldn't do anything but lie there and enjoy it with a huge grin on her face.  

"Mmmmmm... ohhhhhh... ahhhhh... " Christie kept licking, but then slowly slid her index finger inside Mira while licking her.  Mira tensed and moaned with the sensation.  

"Ooohhhhh!" Christie started moving the finger in and out of her, teasing her, while keeping up her tongue work.  It was almost too much for Mira, the teasing of the finger combined with her tongue, Mira could only moan in pleasure.  

"Oooohhh... oooohhhh... oooohhhh... oooohhhh... " Christie then added a second finger and almost drove Mira wild.  

"Oooohhh!" Christie continued to finger Mira, elevating her to a higher plane of pleasure with each lick and stroke, and then changed tactics.  Turning her fingers so that she was massaging Mira's g-spot she focused her tongue on Mira's clit as well.  The pleasure struck Mira like lightning and she became almost afraid that she wouldn't survive this session.  "Oh God, this feels too good, I'll never make it through, should I tell her to stop, no, if she stops I'll die, Oh God... " Christie continued licking and fingering her and Mira could feel herself climbing towards her peak.  She tried to relax, but it felt like her whole body was being charged with energy and would explode soon, she couldn't keep still.  

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh... " Christie continued her pleasure attack mercilessly, knowing exactly what she was doing she was bringing Mira closer and closer to the edge.  Mira was throwing herself around on the bed trying to contain the pleasure running through her, she was grabbing at the sheets, covering her mouth as if trying to stop her moans from coming out, gritting her teeth, kicking with her legs, but to no avail, she was climbing higher and higher.  

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, ohGodohGodohGod ohGodohGodohGod, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" 

With a scream that was destined to wake all the neighbors had there been any Mira came violently, the energy that had been building up inside her released and Mira almost felt like she was being torn apart with pleasure, it was torture, but wonderful, wonderful torture.  Even after her release Mira couldn't stop letting out small screams as the last bits of energy left her body, then her screams turned to moans as she slowly returned to Earth.  Her entire body was covered with sweat, she felt drained, but also so relaxed, she had never felt better actually.  Once she opened her eyes she saw Christie rummaging through a drawer in her night table.  

"What are you doing?" 

Christie looked over at Mira with a smile.  

"Just getting something that'll make us both feel really good. " Mira almost choked at that comment.  

"Oh no, I'm completely spent, I can't take any more!" 

"Think we're finished?" Christie said with a teasing smile.  

"Oh no, we're just getting started!" 

With that she rose and revealed a 6 inch long strap-on dildo strapped to her.  Mira almost laughed seeing Christie with a cock, but also felt a little uneasy about going another round with Christie, particularly with that thing brought into the game.  Christie stood by the side of the bed, the cock standing tall and proud.  Christie nodded at it.  

"Suck it. " 

"What?" 

"You want it to be lubricated when I slide it in, don't you? So suck it!" Mira figured there was no other way, so she sat down on the bed and stared at the cock in front of her.  A little unsure of how to do it, she grabbed it with one hand and flicked her tongue at the tip, before sucking on the tip.  "I'm sucking Christies cock!" Mira thought to herself and almost laughed.  "Yeah, it's her cock and I have to suck it good. " With that Mira decided to pretend she was sucking a real cock and went to work.  She pumped it, stroked it, licked it, tried to get as much of it into her mouth as possible, she was getting turned on imagining she was sucking a real cock and was getting carried away as Christie stopped her.  

"That's enough. " 

Mira realized where she was and laid down on the bed, Christie laying down on top of her, grabbing onto the cock steadying it and aiming it at Mira's entrance.  

"Are you ready?" 

Mira nodded.  

"Mmm. " 

Christie slid the cock inside Mira and she gasped.  

"A-aaaaaaah!" She felt the cock slid inside her, it felt good, it was Christie doing it to her and it felt good.  She loved the feeling of having the cock inside her, even if it wasn't a real one, as long as it was Christies.  Christie moaned as well, obviously it was a dildo that pleasured the wearer as well.  Mira enjoyed the feeling of Christie on top of her as well, feeling the weight of her body, her breasts against hers.  Mira raised her arms and hugged Christie to her.  

"Mmmm... so good... " she said and smiled at Christie.  Christie smiled back, then started moving back and forth, causing Mira to moan.  

"Aaaaaah... mmmmm... ohhhhh... " 

It felt so good, feeling the hard cock sliding back and forth inside her, feeling Christies body being pressed against her with each stroke, hearing Christie moaning with pleasure as she fucked her.  Before long she was there again, feeling pleasure build up inside her, and she welcomed it.  Christie moaned softly in her ear as she slid the cock back and forth.  

"Mmmm... ahhh... ahhh... mmmm... " 

„Oh yes, Christie, so good, fuck me, yeah... " Mira half-whispered, half-moaned back at her.  

Christie supported herself on her arms, leaning her head back in pleasure as she fucked her, then she pulled Mira up and laid down on her back with Mira on top.  

"Christie, what... ?" 

Christie smiled at her with that enigmatic smile of hers.  

"Ride me. " 

"Ride you?" Mira answered confused.  Then she understood and moved into a sitting position.  Mira took a moment watching Christie being the one underneath now, it gave her a feeling of power even though she was the one being fucked.  Christie watched her with an awaiting smile and Mira began to move up and down.  Immediately she found she enjoyed it, being able to regulate her own pleasure.  Mira let out a heavy sigh of pleasure.  

"Aaaaah!" 

Christie smiled amused at her.  

"Like it?" 

Mira, her eyes closed, smiled and moved up and down again.  

"Y-yeah.  Ahhhhh. " 

Christie reached up and started caressing and kneading Mira's breasts as she started riding her.  Mira was lost in ecstasy, she moaned with each motion and Christie watched her with a loving, caring expression, like she was watching a beloved pet having fun.  Mira was lost in her own world, nothing existed but the pleasure she felt each time she moved, her speed increased slightly as she started climbing the peak.  

"Ah... ahhhh... ahhhhh... ahhhhh... " 

Mira hadn't climbed far before Christie stopped her.  She flipped her over so she was now on her arms and knees with Christie behind her, the cock still inside her.  

"Christie?" 

"Ssssh.  Just enjoy it. " 

With that Christie started fucking her doggy-style, thrusting into her from behind, Mira getting incredibly turned on by being fucked without seeing her partner or knowing what would come.  

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" 

Christie laid her head back and moaned, she was concentrating on her own pleasure again, but Mira didn't mind, she felt good too.  It felt different from this position, kinda dirty, and that's what made it so good, being taken like that, the keyword being "taken".  

"Aaaaah! Oh yeah, oh it's so good! Ahhhh!" 

Looking sideways Mira spotted a mirror and saw herself.  She was on all fours being shaken back and forth with each thrust, her face a mask of naked pleasure, she was flushed and her hair clung to her sweaty forehead, her eyes were half closed, and she saw Christie thrusting into her, her head back with pleasure.  Mira was quickly getting there again, climbing the peak to release.  But again Christie switched positions, this time they returned to the missionary position with Christie on top.  Immediately Christie began thrusting like mad, like her release was in danger of slipping away.  Mira loved it and immediately threw her arms and legs around Christie holding her close.  

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" 

Through her half-open eyes Mira could see Christies face, her eyes were closed, she was lost in pleasure, the sweat made her hair cling to her forehead, she was sexual ecstasy incarnate and it turned Mira incredibly on seeing her like that, and she could feel her own release building.  It was gonna be a big one again, but this time Mira wasn't afraid, she knew she would love it, and she embraced it.  

"Oh, Christie, I'm gonna cum, don't stop, don't stop!" Mira moaned to her, but she was too far gone to hear her.  Mira smiled to herself and then relaxed herself to prepare for the imminent release.  The fire was beginning in her loins and it was beginning to spread throughout her body, release was so close, so close...  

"Oh Christie, oh yeah, yeah, oh, I'm gonna cum, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I can feel it coming, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, don't stop, I'm almost there, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I'm cumming, yeah yeah yeah yeah, YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" 

The sun shone through the window and into Mira's face, waking her up.  She was in Christies bed, Christie sleeping next to her, the sheet pulled up to her waist, leaving her back exposed.  Mira laid there staring at the ceiling, the events of the night going through her head.  Like Christie had said they had just been warming up, they had continued to have sex almost all night, in every position and everywhere in the room.  Mirabellle wondered if Christie was insatiable or if she had just been without sex for a very long time.  Now she seemed satisfied anyway, as she laid there next to her sleeping.  Or was it only because they had both been too exhausted to continue that Christie had gone to sleep? "Screw that, I won't last going another round with her!" Mira thought to herself and began to rise as a slight sting of pain from her pussy reminded her of the nights activities.  Mira stroked her pussy, the ache a sweet reminder of the nights pleasures.  Mira smiled to herself, it had been an amazing night, the best sex she had ever had.  But she had only been a fuck toy to Christie, but had she expected anything else? Well, no, but still... Mira rose from the bed and limbed over to where her clothes were and started dressing.  As she was about to leave she stopped in the doorway and turned and looked at Christie.  Mira smiled, then bent down and kissed her lovingly on the back of the neck.  Christie stirred but didn't wake up and Mira smiled.  "There's still almost two weeks left of the tournament, lots of things can happen in that time. " she thought to herself.  "You might get another chance. " Mira turned and went out the door, smiling to herself.  "And even if I don't, that Hitomi isn't too bad-looking either... " 

THE END