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Hotel Romp

By: thirdbaseman88



I was completely exhausted as I stumbled into the hotel lobby. After a three hour delay on the tarmac, a missed connecting flight and a cab drive through some of the thickest traffic imaginable, I just needed some quality shut-eye.

Sex was the furthest thought on my tired brain. 

"Room 321, sir." said the hotel clerk. "Can I get someone to assist you with your...oh I see...just the one bag..."

"Yeah, one bag. Simple stuff." I said, half asleep.

"If you need anything, just dial 0-8 for the front desk."

As I dragged myself to the elevators, I glanced at the pool and sauna. It wasn't an immediate pick-me up, but the more I thought of a nice slow swim and vegging in the sauna, the more excited I became. It would be a tremendous way to relax and end the day. 

However, I still needed to get to my room, change and resist the temptation of simply crashing in bed. 

The elevator raced to the 3rd floor and my room was located directly across from the ice machine. Normally, this would be exciting for those nights of mixed drinks and partying, but there would be none of that tonight. 

I decided to change into my swimtrunks and go for a quick swim - the water seemed to almost invite me and it was difficult to pass up. 

The pool was absolutely perfect...warm, wet and provided my muscles with the perfect stretch. While floating in the deep end, I noticed an incredibly gorgeous woman in her 50's. Her body was riveting. Not a single flaw for an older woman. Yes, her face was a bit aged, but the fact that her body was so tight, it made her face somehow more attractive. 

She rose from her lounge chair and slunk into the shallow end. I quickly removed my wedding ring, placing it in the zipped pocket of my trunks, and swam toward her.

"This water feels great, doesn't it?" I asked.

"Excuse me?" she snapped.

"The water - it feels great...nice and warm."

"Yeah, it feels fine. It would feel better if you would stop staring at me."

"Got it. No need to freak out..." I quickly swam to the surface of the pool, in search of my pride.

With my eyes closed (never been able to swim with them open), I accidentally swam straight into a rather impressive looking gentleman. 

"Whoa...sorry about that." I screamed.

"Not a problem." he said, half giggling. "Looks like it's not your night tonight."

"What's that?"

"I overheard your girl up there - dissing you. It's alright, she has a female 'companion' and I don't think she wants anything to do with the opposite sex."

"Wow...she's a lesbian?"

"Apparently. Why does that surprise you?"

"I don't know. Good question. I guess it doesn't surprise me, as much as it might turn me on a little."

"Now that surprises me."

"Why does THAT surprise you?"

"I've never understood why men are attracted to lesbians but are completely grossed out by two gay guys"

"This conversation is getting a little deep"

"I can show you deep if you would like."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Nothing...nothing..." he said, "I thought maybe you were bi."

"Bi?" I asked, shocked. "Look man...have a nice night. This ain for me."

Needless to say, I was a little shocked. However, at the same time, I was slightly intrigued. Not necessarily in the idea of having sex with a man (though I have certainly thought about sucking a cock before), instead, I was intrigued with the rather casual way he asked for sex. 

It was a simple line and - bingo - we would have been having sex. It seemed awfully quick to the point, something I was not used to when pursuing women.

I looked back at the pool and noticed that he was gone. As I toweled off, I began thinking of what it would be like with a man. I fantasized about a no-frills, one-night affair with a great looking guy. Just suck a nice meaty cock and say good-bye. The thoughts quickly went away. Time to hit the sack. 

As I walked away, I noticed the sauna. It seemed like a perfect way to relax and calm down. I entered and noticed I was alone.

Sitting in the back corner of the sauna, my mind was racing. Hot chick at the pool...hot dude hits on me...fantasy about sucking a cock...it was a lot to handle! I got up and decided to lock the door.

I walked over to the door with a noticeably hard cock. Thankfully, I was alone. Or so I thought. 

"Are you going to lock us both in here?"

"Fuck! You scared the shit out of me." I screamed. "I thought I was alone in here."

"It's foggy...maybe you didn't see me."

"It's you!"

"Yeah, sorry about that. We keep running into each other."

I quietly went back to the corner and minded my own business. But I couldn't help but notice that my new little friend was naked. I didn't want to say word, because deep down, I wanted to see his cock. I was nervous as hell and kept telling myself to just walk out. But I couldn't. Within a few moments, I saw him...stand...erect. He walked over to the door and locked it.

I wanted to scream...wanted to ask what the hell he was doing. 

But I didn't.

I sat there...hoping and praying that he would start masturbating. Sure enough, through the fog, I saw him rub himself. It was very subtle, almost as if he were hiding it from me. As soon as it had begun, it was over. He got up and left. 

I sat there with the biggest hard-on of my life. But I was too scared to cum, so I quickly got up and left the sauna. I had a one track mind - get up to the room and rub one out.

I nearly ran down the hall and grabbed the first empty elevator. On an extraordinarily long ride to the 12th floor, I almost came in my pants.

As the door slid open, there he stood.

He pushed me back into the elevator.

"Let's finish this."

"Hey man, I'm not into this...I can't be doing this...I just want to..."

He wasn't listening to any of it. He was already on his knees.

With all the courage in the world, I leaned down and said, "Just not here. Can we go to a room?" "I thought you would never ask."

We quickly went down the hall to his room. As we walked, the only sound was wet flip-flops...not a single word between us. He had a devilish little grin that was oddly attractive to me.

As we walked into the room, he dead bolted the room behind us.

"Can we take this really slow?" I asked. "I'm kinda new to this, and nervous as hell. In fact, I would prefer to leave the lights off."

"No problem."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Spence."

"Hi Spence, I'm Brad."

Before I knew it, I was sitting on the bed of the hotel and taking my pants off. He was down to his underwear and had slipped off his shirt. His rippled chest was even more attractive than it was at the pool. I wanted to rub my fingers across his six packs and flick his perfect nipples with my tongue. His biceps were just about perfect. 

As he came over to my face, he said, "Take my underwear off...please...I want you to experience it for all its worth, Brad. You are going to fall in love with the sight of your first cock!"

Spence was right. As slipped his white cotton briefs off his waist, his perfect cock slipped out and snapped to attention. Indeed, it was perfect. His head was reddish-pink, and his entire region was shaved.

What came next was something that - to this day -I cannot believe happened. With a reckless abandon, I asked, "Spence? Can I take your cock in my mouth?"

I couldn't believe that I even asked him that question, much less that I was holding his cock.

"Fuck yeah. Take all of me."

And all of him I did. It was incredible. I was sucking and flicking my tongue like a true pro. All of the porn was finally paying off. I ran my tongue down his shaft, spit on his head and threw his meat to the back of my throat. I was absolutely loving every inch of him. 

I looked up and saw his head fluttering with delight. 

"Mmmm...fuck Brad! Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

I didn't answer. I was too busy spitting, sucking and gagging. I couldn't get enough. The taste of his pre-cum was so delicious that I almost came. He tasted salty, sweet and even a little spicy. 

"FUCK! Shit man, I'm about to cum Brad..."

Hearing his moans and smelling his alcohol breath was so intoxicating.

"I'm gonna cum man...any minute..."

I looked up at him, took my mouth out of his manhood and screamed, "Fucking cum on my face dude...let me taste your load!"

I have no idea where my raw sexual tone came from, but I was too far down the road to care. "Here it cums man...FUCK YEAH....I'm cumming man....aahhhh..."

His cum sprayed me in the face. It was so incredibly warm and so intense that I had to move my hand down to my cock and rub myself. I soaked up every last drop with my tongue.

Before I knew it, Spence had pushed me down on the bed. He jumped next to me and started kissing me. I was falling head over heels for this fucking stranger and wanted to just grab his head and suck every inch of his tongue with mine. 

We made out like madmen for what seemed like five minutes.

"Can I fuck your ass?" I asked, with no clue what the fuck I was doing.

"Thought you'd never ask!"

"I need some lotion or something."

Before I even got to the word 'lotion', he whipped out some sort of magic tube he had stashed in the drawer. He took the lotion and rubbed it all over my cock and inserted the tube in his ass. He firmly squeezed, shuttered and said, "Fuck away baby!" 

As laid down, I noticed his chest...sweaty and strong. I paused and started licking his sweat drenched nipples. I rubbed my face across his chest and licked the sweat. I quickly brought my sweat-drenched tongue to his. We made out for another two minutes...chest on top of chest...our cocks rubbing against each other. I straightened myself and said, "Can you guide me through this Spence?"

"Absolutely man. It's so easy. Just put yourself in and fuck me like the bitch that I am."

As he said that, he leaned up and kissed my left nipple.

I inserted my cock and it felt unfuckingbelieveable. It was incredibly tight and enveloped my entire dick. I started fucking like there was no tomorrow. In and out...in and out...grabbing his ass cheeks and pulling him close...in and out....staring at his hair, now dripping with sweat. He was enjoying every moment, as was I. 

However, I couldn't stand it anymore.

"I am gonna cum man! I gotta cum."

I pulled my cock out and he slid down the bed. I aimed my dick right at his mouth and he caught every single drop my cum in his mouth. 

As I was rubbing the last few strokes, he was already back on his knees, facing me. He opened my mouth and deep kissed me, depositing all of my cum into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, as he licked my lips.

We fell back to the bed and nearly fell asleep. Twenty minutes went by. Spence said nothing. I said nothing. 

And almost on cue, we both reached for each others cocks. W were ready for more. And more is exactly what we did - all night.

Hotel Romp



I had a three day weekend away from work and decided to take a mini vacation to Key West. It is a few hours drive from Miami, so I left on Friday afternoon, checked into my hotel and went bar hopping. I was my usual flirty self and had some fun, but nothing extraordinary to speak of happened. 

I woke up around eleven the next morning to a major downpour outside my window. I turned on the TV to the weather channel to discover that a tropical depression was sitting over Key West. It was nothing worth evacuating the island over and would blow over by tomorrow morning, but I would be spending the last 24 hours of my vacation in the hotel. That's what I get for not checking the news before leaving.

The hotel had a bar and a dance club on the first floor, so the day would not be a total waste, but it didn't open until five. I scrolled through the t.v. channels a few times then aimlessly read a book before finally giving up. I couldn't get over that I was stuck here and spending the next six hours in my room was going to drive me crazy. I began to think of what how to stave off the boredom.

My inner desires awoke and immediately I started throwing off my clothes and headed to the bathroom. Naked, I grabbed a towel from the selection on the rack and tried to wrap it around myself. It was exactly what I needed, the towel was able to go around most of my body but not big enough to close, leaving an opening down my side, allowing any on lookers to see I was naked underneath. I adjusted it so that the lowest part rested a little below my curvaceous Brazilian ass and the top was still low enough to show off the impressive cleavage from my 38C breasts.

With eager determination, I grabbed the ice bucket off the counter and walked out the door letting the it close behind me. I was now standing in the hallway armed with only a small towel, bucket and my naughty desires.

I headed to the ice machine realizing how precarious my decision truly was as it took a good bit of concentration to hold the towel together as I walked. Arriving at my first destination I happily encountered a man in his mid-thirties who was staring at the soda machines next to the ice maker. His eyes sprang wide and his head jerked in a double take motion when he realized what I was wearing. I gave him a quick smile and pretended that walking around in just a small bath towel was perfectly normal. He returned his attention to the soda machine in front of him, out of modesty I suppose, not wanting to gawk at the almost naked woman by his side, but his eyes kept darting in my direction.

I set the bucket down on the ground and opened the ice machine's large metal door. It was cold to the touch and sent a shiver through my body, although the sensation could easily have been from the excitement building inside me. Purposely, I bent over at the waist to grab my bucket which made the bottom of my towel slowly ease over my cheeks exposing myself to the stranger. I saw his head turn towards me yet again, but when he thought I caught him staring he snapped back trying to give the false impression that he wasn't staring at my beguiling ass.

The ice machine was mostly empty, I decided to use this to enhance the flashing. I turned my back to the man beside me and leaned my head into the machine so I could scrape what ice was there off the bottom. In doing so my towel was completely pulled over my butt showing him every inch of my slender legs, my butt and my moistening mound. I could not see him but I could feel his lustful stare on my skin and I gave my hips a little sway to add to the moment. I closed my eyes for an instant and bit my lower lip. This was as much for me as it was for my viewer and I wanted to soak in the wild feelings I was experiencing. 

I quickly stood back up and turned trying to catch the expression my exhibition put on his face and received a look of awe. This time he kept his gaze on me, losing any sense of pretentiousness and modesty. I said goodbye and with a dirty grin on my face I headed down to hall to the elevator, my sex drive already over-worked.

Pushing the down button I had to wait a but moment before the doors opened and to my disappointment the elevator was empty. Only on the third floor I doubted that anyone else would get on before stopping at the lobby, not wanting to end this excursion quickly, I pushed the top floor button. The elevator reached its destination without incident; discouraged I hit the lobby button. Just one floor below, opportunity arose as the elevator stopped and a pair of guys got on, one wearing a German national soccer jersey so I took them for foreign tourists. They both stopped in amazement seeing my barely clad body. I took the opportunity to offer up the obvious, "Going Down?" line. An accented "Ja" was the response and my suspicions were confirmed. They were probably in the same circumstance as I, vacation ruined by the storm. I was going to give them something positive to remember their trip to the Keys.

The doors closed and the elevator jerked downward. The men were standing directly behind me when I intentionally let go of part of my towel. My only cover unwrapped itself giving the guys a view of my ass. I held onto the front of the towel and spun around, giving the impression that this was an accident. "Oops," I said and asked one of the men to hold my ice bucket so I could wrap myself up again. As nonchalantly as possible I took the towel off entirely, grabbed the ends and pulled it around my back. I was now standing naked in the elevator, arms open wide, holding the towel behind me. The two Germans stood in silence, mouths slightly agape at the sight. I did not wrap myself up immediately, instead holding the outstretched towel open for the men. Their eyes danced up and down my body moving from my breasts to my shaved pussy and back again. The longer I stood there, the hornier I became. I was getting wet and desperately wanted to relieve the sensation when I felt the elevator slow to a halt. I quickly wrapped the towel around myself as best I could, grabbed the bucket from my German gawker and went into the lobby. The men were so stunned from my exposure that the doors closed on them before they realized it and back up they went.

The lobby was empty with the exception of a few hotel employees. A maid readying her cleaning cart, a bored looking bell hop, and the concierge behind the desk were the only inhabitants. I walked over to the concierge, who was on the phone and did not see me approach, and offered a lie about getting locked out of my room. Looking up he jumped at the sight of me in his lobby wearing a white, too small towel. I waited with a devilish smile for him to ask me how this happened, but instead he snapped his fingers at the bell hop, who also seeing my state of undress for the first time was stunned and did not respond to his boss. A few more sharp snaps in his direction got him moving as the man behind the desk ask for my room number. He was quick to get me out of the lobby, most likely trying to save me of embarrassment. Had he known this was intentional perhaps he would not have been so hasty.

The bell hop was a handsome young man, early twenties, with dirty blonde hair. In his uniform he looked snappy and professional. He took the key and my ice bucket, out of courtesy, and led to me back to the elevator.

When the elevator arrived, the doors opened and my two German friends came out. Their faces lit up seeing me there and I gave them a sly smile and cute little wave, knowing full well what was on their minds. The bell hop and I entered the elevator and proceeded to my floor while the foreign men headed off speaking in their native tongue. I didn't know what they were saying but I had a dirty idea and loved it.

I chatted up the man with me, "I bet this happens a lot in the hotel, getting locked out almost naked."

"Not really. People forget their keys pretty often, but this is a first for me." He was doing his best to avert his eyes from my body by staring dead ahead, but I wasn't going to allow him to save my dignity.

"Good thing I had this towel," I said, "but it doesn't cover me all the way." I insisted on bringing his attention to me. "You can see from the gap that I'm completely naked underneath."

I felt cheesy saying this, sounding like a bad porn cliche, but I was so worked up I didn't care. I had leapt off the edge of arousal into a forceful need for carnal pleasure. My pussy had grown so wet at this point I could smell my own desires, and I knew he could as well. The elevator came to my floor far too quickly for me to lead the bell hop on any further. As the doors opened and I saw the hallway was empty, I decided to get direct.

He stepped out of the elevator first and proceeded towards my room, key in one hand, ice in the other. I paused but a second before dropping the towel and stepped out into the hall letting the doors close behind me. I was now totally naked with no way of covering myself.

"Oops!" I called out to him, making him turn around. "My towel got caught when the doors closed." Two things were apparent; he didn't buy my cheap excuse and he also didn't care. I watched as his pants grew in reaction and it fueled my passions even more. He stood in awe as I walked towards him, swaying my hips provocatively.

His eyes never left my body as we made it to my door silently. He swiped the key card, and the little green light turned on, sarcastically ending my erotic excursion. No wanting for it to be over yet combined with a burning, lustful fire inside I stood in the door way and reached my arms around his neck.

"I guess I should thank you for helping me." I said as I pulled this total stranger to my lips, forcefully kissing him. He dropped the ice and wrapped his arms around me. I stepped backwards, leading him into my room, never letting go of our embrace. I heard the door shut and pushed my new lover hard against it. Despite my primal urges screaming to be taken right there I slowly dropped to my knees and undid his belt. His zipper crept down between my fingers as I made sure to look him directly in the eyes. He looked to be filled with excitement and amazement as his pants fell to the floor and I took him into my mouth. He gasped breathlessly until his own passionate rage overtook him. He grabbed my shoulders, stood me up and ran me to the bed so quickly I thought we flew across the room.

My libido was so high that I came the moment he entered me. Lying face down on the bed, my fingers clawing at the sheets, my voice screaming out. His hands clutched my hips guiding himself back and forth into me I exploded again. My second orgasm was followed by his own as his final thrust completed our hot and torrid sex.

After we each caught our breath, he got up to leave, still having to work. I led him back to the door giving him one final kiss before he left my world forever. Alone in my room now, I slinked back to lay on the bed still glowing from our encounter. I had never been so happy to be rained in before.



Hotel Romp



It was a cross-country road trip, a chance for Mary to leave her stress-filled job and grad school behind. At least for a few weeks. Worried about going on a road trip alone, she convinced her brother into going with her, promising to pay for gas. An incentive hard to pass up, Kent agreed. And so the trip was planned and began. June was hotter than expected, many places reaching record temperatures as the sun scorched the earth. A few days into the trip, with windows down and music drowned by the wind, Mary slowed outside Kansas City, spotting a hotel advertising a price too hard to pass up. 

"Here?"

"Sounds good to me." Kent was sick of sitting, wanting to stretch his long legs. He squirmed uncomfortably. "Wanna get pizza this time? It'll be cheaper than the places we've been going."

"Sure. I'll have to stop at an ATM."

Slowing to stop in the parking lot, the heat was unbearable. Kent and Mary rushed in the hotel to make reservations. 

Bringing in the last of the bags, Kent sat down on the bed nearest the door. Mary had begun digging out her bathing suit, preparing to spend the evening in the pool. Kent laid back, enjoying the cool A/C that pumped out from the wall. Mary tossed her bag on the other bed and went to the bathroom to change. Kent checked his watch.

"What time do you want to eat?"

"Call in half an hour? By that time I'll be cooled off. I'll try to be back in an hour or so. Here's some money."

Kent grabbed the tossed roll of cash and placed it in his pocket. Pizza in an hour, an hour to read a book, a relaxing vacation. Kent grinned happily. 

The pizza arrived just before his sister and Kent set aside his book, turning on the television. Mary came in; tossing the towel that had been drying off her hair onto the floor. 

"I'm going to take a quick shower, yo. Go ahead and start eating without me."

"No problem. Already am." Kent grinned and scarfed down a slice of pizza. After eating, his sister came out of the shower, already dressed for bed. A towel wrapped around her head like a turban. She sat on the far bed, munching on pizza and watching the TV. Kent grabbed his pajamas and announced he was taking a shower. 

"Big day ahead of us tomorrow...more driving."

"Ugh, don't remind me." Kent grimaced. "If I have to ride much longer in that car, we'll have to amputate my legs."

"Ha! Then you'll be a normal height."

"Har har." Kent grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom.

As Mary ate her pizza, she watched the television, not really paying attention. She thought about the plans for the next day, where to stop and when to stop. She hadn't noticed the bathroom door opening slightly. A mirror hung directly across from the bathroom door, the reflection giving her a clear view of inside the bathroom. Kent was showering, the shower curtain blocking any view of him. Mary suddenly noticed the door slightly ajar and the sight that could quickly become embarrassing and rose to shut the door. Just then Kent turned off the water and pulled the shower curtain back, stepping out of the shower. Mary quickly averted her eyes, but not quickly enough to keep from noticing Kent's ball sack swaying as he dried off. Her heart pounded as she sat back down and pretended to watch television, glancing cautiously toward the reflected sight. Sure enough, Kent's balls swung and his flaccid cock followed. Mary tried not to look anymore, unthinking and staring intently at the television, her eyes wandered one more time, sizing up her brother. She sometimes watched an occasional porn online and had only had sex once. She thought he looked a little small, but those balls certainly weren't! Kent had begun dressing and after brushing his teeth, stepped into the hotel room. He saw his sister watching television and wondered if he could read a few more pages of his book before calling it a night. His sister didn't even glance at him as he stepped out.

"Decided on what we're doing tomorrow?"

"Hm? What? Oh, no. I mean, yes. I think. It's a surprise."

"Oh." Kent raised his eyebrows. His sister seemed out of sorts, flustered. 

"Well, guess I'll read a bit, then head to bed."

"Okay. Yeah, that's fine. I'll turn off the TV."

Kent grabbed his book and slid under the covers. He turned on the lamp nearby and began reading. Mary stood up and went to the bathroom. She shut the door and while brushing her teeth, she tried to clear her head. She felt, strange, confused and uncomfortable. Her heart was still pounding and she didn't know what to do. She thought about taking another shower, but knew that would lead to questions. Instead, she took her time getting ready for bed, hoping her heart would quiet down and she could soon reason again.

Coming out of the bathroom, Mary glanced at her brother reading his book. She grabbed her own book and slid into her bed.

"What time you want to wake up tomorrow?"

"Seven? Eight?"

"Let's do eight."

"'K."

Silence. Kent shut his book and turned off his lamp. 

"Goodnight."

"'Night."

Mary kept reading, or pretending to read. She was feeling better, calmer. She told herself it was merely an accident, and it couldn't be avoided. She nodded to herself and closed her own book, turning off her light. 

Darkness.

"Hey Kent."

"Hey Mary."

"Could I ask you a question?"

"Umm...sure?" Kent wondered what the heck his sister would be asking him that made her so awkward.

"It's sorta personal."

"Sure."

"Um... have you... have you ever had sex?"

Kent's eyes shot open and he cleared his throat.

"What?"

"I know it's really weird me asking this, but, well, I just wondered..."

"Huh, well. Um, well. Yeah. With Kate."

"Oh, yeah. I figured. But. Um, what was it like."

"Sheesh, Mary. This is ... so unlike you. I don't know. Good?"

"I know, it's just, well. I've, I haven't had much experience. Just once ... with Jake."

Kent was wide awake, his eyes trying to make out his sister. He started to think this was some sort of prank. His sister never talked about sex, at least to him. Nobody in their family ever talked about sex, ever. It always seemed to be a taboo topic that was avoided at all cost. Kent was sure this was some sort of joke.

"Ah."

"And it wasn't even really good. He was a bit of a douche."

"Heh. Yeah."

Silence.

"Do you think ... do you think you could show me?"

Kent's heart began to thump. "What? Could I show you what?"

"I mean, we don't have to do anything, I just wondered if you could show me what it's like."

"What ... sex is like?"

"Yeah."

"But we don't have to do anything?"

"Yeah, just kind of show me."

It wasn't that Kent was disgusted by the idea. Lately, he had thought his sister pretty attractive, though he thought that was because he hadn't had a girlfriend for a few years. But he certainly hadn't ever thought about any of this! He flipped on his lamp. His sister had propped herself on her elbow and looked at him, her face bright red. Suddenly she looked away.

"I'm sorry, I'm ... jesus I'm sorry."

"No, no. It's okay, it's just that ... well this is really weird for me, you know?"

"Yeah, I totally know. It's really weird for me, too. It's ... I saw your cock."

"What?"

"The bathroom door had opened partially and I saw you drying off through the mirror. It's just I feel so weird right now, you know?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Wow." Kent rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "Um, heh. So what did you think?"

"Your balls are huge."

Kent blushed, "Ha, yeah, well they tend to shrink a bit when I'm going at it."

"Let's see."

Kent blushed harder. "Jesus. Um, ok." He pushed back the covers and slipped down his gym shorts. Mary got up and sat on the side of the bed. "Wow. Those look big."

Kent grinned. "Thanks." He pulled back on his cock so his sister could see his balls better.

"So, how does this all go down?"

"Um, well, with my ex-girlfriend, she used to start with a blow job." Kent felt his heart pounding. "You can mess around with them if you want."

Mary touched her brother's balls, massaging them gently. She moved her face closer and suddenly licked her brother's dick. It seemed to jump upright, blood pumping into it. Kent stiffened. Mary grinned and engulfed the cock in her wet mouth. Her hands continued to massage her brother's balls and she heard him gasp. Looking up at him, she continued to lick and bob on her brother's cock. 

"Shit, woah. Ok, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up."

Mary gave his cock one last lick. "What happens next?"

"This." Kent pushed his sister backwards onto his bed, and straddled her. He pulled off her shirt, releasing her small braless boobs. He bent over to lick one, then the other. His hands moved down and slowly slipped off her shorts and then underwear. He kissed her slowly, moving downwards until his mouth stopped and breathed on her slit. Mary tensed, breathing heavily. Then he wormed his tongue into and all around her pussy. His hands began to massage her butt, her back and her breasts. She moaned gently at first, her breathing starting to become ragged. "Oh my God, please, oh my..." 

Kent dug his tongue in deeper as Mary gripped his head, her fingers tearing at his hair. She suddenly shook, her legs tensing and trembling as an orgasm ripped through her. Kent licked a few more times then sat up. Mary half-laughed, grinning in delight. She felt amazing and wanted more from her brother. Her brother grabbed a bottle of water from the night stand and drank some, handing the rest to his sister. 

"Jesus."

"Do you have a condom?"

"Um... I don't know. There used to be some in my bag."

Kent went to his bag and from the side pocket, pulled out a few condoms. He ripped one open and rolled it on.

Mary tossed the empty bottle on the floor and pushed her brother back onto the bed. His erect cock glistened in the condom and she straddled him, rubbing her slit on and over his cock. Then she slipped his cock in slowly, moaning as the shaft slowly filled her. Her brother was a little bigger than her first lay. She leaned forward, grasping her brother's wrists and pressed them above his head. Her brother was breathing heavily, staring at his sister and her small boobs bouncing as she rode him. She bent and kissed him, jamming her tongue into his mouth. Kent pulled his arms loose from his sister and grabbed her ass, massaging her. 

"I'm gonna cum."

His sister suddenly stood up. 

"Not yet. I want you behind me. I've only seen it in movies."

Kent grinned. He stood, trying to think of anything other than what was presently happening. He wanted to hold off as long as he could, but knew it wouldn't be much longer. He knew he hadn't the stamina of a pornstar, but he wanted to make this night a good one. His sister seemed to understand the wait and went to grab another bottle of water. She drank and handed it to him. 

"Ok?"

"Ready."

Mary hopped on the bed, going down on all fours. She wriggled her ass and her brother smiled. He went behind her, gripping his cock and guiding it into her slit. She moaned as his cock went in, looking back to see her brother behind her. He began slowly, trying to hold off the climax as long as he could.

"Harder."

Kent bit his lip, and started slamming into her, occasionally slowing and speeding up. He gripped her hair gently, pulling slightly back and Mary gripped the comforter and pressed her face down. She moaned loudly, pushing back against him. 

"I'm gonna cum."

His sister nodded. Kent suddenly sped up and then, releasing her hair, gripped her ass while pushing her forward onto the bed. He pressed himself as far as he could into her and came. He shuddered, breathing heavily, his body sweating. It felt amazing, buried deep in his sister. She had stopped moaning, but her body writhed against the sheets. Her back glistened with sweat. 

Kent pulled out and gingerly pulled his condom off. 

"On me." His sister flipped over, leaning back on her elbows. "Pour it on me."

Kent dripped his cum over his sister's breasts and down her stomach. She played with it, rubbing it around and sticking her finger into her mouth. 

"Taste's weird."

"Yeah?" Kent suddenly smiled. "This whole night was weird."

His sister smiled back, licking more of his cum off her fingers. "This road trip is sure going to be interesting."



Hotel Room



The maid knocked on the door for the third time, rather pointlessly it seemed. She had obviously rushed out or fallen asleep. To her surprise, the door opened to reveal a beautiful woman, dressed only in a very short, see-through dressing gown.

"Come on in," she said as if her mind were occupied with other things. The maid rushed past, half embarrassed for the woman and her lack of clothing. The door was closed behind her, much to the maid's surprise.

"On the coffee table please."

The young maid set down the champagne and made for the door, deliberately passing the woman for her tip. She leaned against the wall by the door, arms folded. The maid gave a quiet sigh of resignation and turned the door handle.

"If there's anything else don't hesitate..."

"Can I ask a favour of you?' said the woman.

"Uhh, sure," said the maid. "That's what we're here for."

"What bra size are you? You look pretty big..."

The girl quickly shut the door in her embarrassment.

"It's just that I really need a bra for tonight and I'm sure you could lend me yours, if it's the right size of course."

"Umm.. Well I'm a thirty four D, so I doubt if..."

"My size exactly."

She knew the woman was lying; she looked double D at least. After examining her breasts, she noticed her entire body was wet which made her dressing gown cling to her. She'd been in the shower, her reason for lateness at the door.

"Could you show me it, what it looks like?" The maid began to remove her bra underneath her blouse, but only got as far as moving one strap off her shoulder.

"No, no. I need to see it on."

From that moment. she knew what the woman wanted. And, for some reason, she wanted it too. Perhaps it was the way she looked at her, that suggestive half smile which she found so attractive on men, and now on this fantastically sexy and seductive woman.

Deliberately slowly, she began to remove her blouse, undoing one button at a time, slowly revealing her beautiful breasts in her black bra. The woman moved towards her, never taking her eyes off the young girl's breasts. They stood close enough for their nipples to gently press against each other. They spoke in whispers. "I'll be honest. I don't want to borrow your bra."

"I know." The woman put her hands on the girl's hip.

"Why do you wear such a short skirt?"

"Because I like men looking at me. I turns me on."

"And women...?" Her hand searched underneath the skirt and felt her buttocks. "Why do you wear no underwear?"

"That's for myself."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Have you fucked a woman before?"

"I've never even thought about it."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

"I'm Charlotte."

"Becky"

"I want you."

"I want you too."

"Fuck me."

They began. Charlotte took her hand from under Becky's skirt and touched her face softly. They kissed, letting their tongues explore each other's mouths. Becky moved down and kissed her neck. Her few experiences with men had been so awkward, this felt so natural, so right. They were pressed together so closely, as if they wanted to be part of each other. Their two pairs of breasts were squashed hard against each other and both women could feel their vaginas becoming wet as they continued to kiss. Suddenly, Charlotte stopped and moved away, rubbing between her legs.

"Undress for me."

Becky smiled and slid off the other strap on her bra. She wanted to show that she could be as seductive as her devastatingly sexy observer. She turned and removed her bra. Charlotte gasped as she watched the curves of the young girl's body and longed to explore it. Becky touched and caressed her breasts, knowing it would drive Charlotte mad with passion. She bowed low, allowing Charlotte to see everything behind her obscenely short skirt. Still facing away, she lowered her skirt slowly, revealing her perfectly round buttocks. She turned slowly, still covering her breasts with her hands. Eventually, she revealed them. They were the most perfect pair of breasts Charlotte had ever seen. She longed to have those beautiful pink nipples in her mouth. Becky crossed the room and lay down on the sofa and began caressing her vagina. Charlotte removed her gown. She was small but had large breasts, a petite, curvy figure. She sat on the edge of the sofa, by Becky's legs.

She removed a bead of sweat from Becky's thigh with her tongue. "You're sweating. Let me cool you down."

She reached to her right and took an ice cube from the cool bucket Becky had brought in. Holding it between her forefinger and thumb, she moved it up the edge of Becky's torso and finally onto her right breast, circling her nipple, which became erect instantly. Becky moaned softly with pleasure. When it had melted from her warm skin, Charlotte took the champagne and poured a little onto her breast, before licking it off. The sensitivity of Becky's nipples made her gasp. She'd never felt anything like this before. Another ice cube was melted on her right breast.

"Get ready for ecstasy," said Charlotte as she reached for another ice cube. She carefully inserted it in Becky's vagina. It melted instantly. Charlotte licked her clitoris straight afterwards. Becky writhed madly on the sofa, screaming with pleasure. Charlotte's tongue worked faster and faster as she brought the young maid closer and closer to climax.

Suddenly she stopped, leaned across and kissed Becky hard on the lips, and then softly on her breasts. She then turned onto her front and stood on her hands and knees. Becky kissed and licked the perfectly round buttocks in front of her face, taking loner and longer strokes with her tongue. Charlotte kneaded her own breasts as Becky pushed her left breast against Charlotte's pussy, working her clitoris with her still hard nipple.

They stopped and kissed passionately on the couch, exploring each other's bodies with their hands and tongue, masturbating each other, licking each other. Becky lay back and Charlotte lay flat on top of her. Their clitorises were touching as they gyrated their hips and ground their pussies together. They took one of the other's breasts in each hand and pushed them together with their own, kneading and feeling, flicking each other's nipples.

They stopped and both opened their legs and pushed them together like two pairs of scissors, rubbing their pussies together furiously. After a while, they climaxed together.

The two beautiful naked bodies separated and Becky collected her clothes.

"Thank you," she whispered to Charlotte and kissed her on the cheek. She closed the door behind her.



Hotel Room



Are you thinking about me? I can feel your lips on mine as you brush them softly across my lips...then taking my lower lip and very gently sucking on it, hummmm I loved that -- the gentle tug with your teeth -- you then move up and give me a long deep passionate kiss..Your tongue goes in and searches for mine, as they meet they begin to move together, you then search for my tongue with your lips and begin to suck as though it was the sweetest piece of fruit. - We have just entered our hotel room and I am so hard for you -- you have teased me all the way here. Our bodies are close together as I pull you even closer...I kiss your cheeks and your chin, kissing down your neck and around the sides I reach your ear...I whisper in your ear just how much I want you...how hot you make me...how much I want you.

As you undo one button at a time followed by a kiss on my chest, you take my shirt off, you run your hand over my hard shoulders and down the fur of my chest, taking your fingers and lightly pinching my nipples...you lean forward and lick them gently on each one and then take the hard morsel in your mouth and start to suck them..I urge you on with a moan my hands are on the back of your head...my fingers are in your hair. Do I smell a little different? I used a different cologne, but I don’t spray there -- I wonder if my scent is different -- because I am much hotter now -- and you are fanning the flames even more. You step back for a minute....I kiss you again on the lips..I now begin to unbutton your blouse, knowing that you just bought it on Tuesday for me, I slip it off your shoulders...taking control again -- aware of your every breath - every move ---I bend my head down and kiss your swell of your breasts right above your bra, I reach around you and unhook it, then slide it off, it falls to the floor...your breasts are bare for me...I hear a slight moan escape from your lips --- this is even better then before - the bra not still there -- I know you are proud of your breast and enjoy sharing them with me -- I love the way you give to me

I put my hands on your breast as I lift one nipple to my mouth. I take my tongue and lick your nipple feeling them start to grow hard from your excitement, mmmm, I flick my tongue across the tips...you hear from my lips moans of pleasure in an echo of yours. You stop me and put your arms around me to pull me close to you...our half naked bodies touching for the first time today - your body is warm -- the air in the room is cool - the shades drawn closed - dimly lit - your eyes on mine before we kiss again -- so much is said in just a look - the electricity between our bodies --- your breast are smashed into my chest as we both can't get close enough---we want to be one. I feel the room warm up a bit as the heat radiates from our bodies. We step back...as we look into each other eyes again---we see passion, desire -- and wanton lust - but most of all we both acknowledge the love that is there. I sit down on the bed as I reach out to your waist you pull you to me...I bend forward and kiss your belly and then move on down to your pussy -- -- loving all of you -- wanting you to know that I find EVERYTHING about you beautiful. You can feel my warm breath through your panties as I begin to kiss you, I pull and help you step out of your panties - you are naked except for your stockings and garters -- God how I love looking at you. You take your foot and put it up on the bed next to me.... Your pussy is spread open and so close to waiting mouth. I stick my tongue in - parting your lips then flick it across your clit. You look down and your hand goes to the back of my head.as if to offer your pussy to me - eager for me to stop the teasing, I hear you moan with pleasure! My tongue searches your depths.... tasting your juices. I put my hands on your ass as I pull you closer, closer still, as I get deeper inside of your pussy. As you taste and lick and explore your depth of your pussy...I hear your breathing is getting faster and your moans are getting more excited...... I slap your pussy to make you snap too -- then start licking and tasting again.

After tasting your cum in my mouth I offer you my cock - you see a small drop of pre-cum on the tip...You reach with your tongue to lick it and then move your tongue very slowly across the head..... I watch as the cum strings from me to your tongue. You put your tongue back in your mouth and taste my cum for the first time.....UMMMM! Yes this is what you want your senses are on fire.

You open your mouth up--you put the head of my cock in your mouth, you look up at me an see that I am watching you, You move your head closer to me as my cock slides deep in your warm mouth. You keep sucking on my cock you love the way you make me sooo hard!

You reach down and begin to stroke your pussy at the same time, your clit is hard to the touch and your pussy is very wet. I can see you slide one finger in your pussy and begin to fuck yourself with it.

You reach up then and take your fingers to my mouth and begin to let me suck on your pussy soaked fingers.

Our passion builds - and I must be inside you now.

I lay you down on the bed as I crawl between your legs. Your legs start to spread wide; you can feel my cock rest against your pussy as I slide up your body. I am on top of you, kissing you deeply. You then reach down and slip my cock in your pussy for the first time tonight -- and feel me stretching you...you let out a very loud moan. You are getting me so Hot.

I bend your knees as I start to fuck you...your pussy is so wet as we begin to fuck. We move together in rhythm as we both move our hips up and down at the same time.

Your hands and nails grip my back as hold myself above you on my hands. We gaze deep into each other’s eyes, seeing the passion grow between us.

I roll us over; my cock is still inside your very warm and wet pussy. You are now on top as you sit up and straddle my hips, My cock still deep in your pussy. You start to move your hips around and around then back and forth and up and down, riding me so hard as you grind your pussy in to me. Wanting every last inch of my cock deep inside you. I reach up and start to rub and pinch your nipples; the room is filled with our sounds from our excitement and the smell of our passion. We are both so close to orgasms I want you to scream out my name. I tell you to fuck me harder and faster. I then tell you I want to have my hot cum to explode deep inside your pussy. You can feel my cock start to throb as my cum is building up. We both explode in a fit of ecstasy; you feel your pussy start throbbing around my cock, setting me off. You now lean down and lay on top of my chest, we are both sweaty, our heartbeats fast, my cock begins to shrink as our juices flow over me and down on my balls. So warm and so wet!

I then move to your side as I Cradle you in my arms, spooning each other, holding each other tight, we talk then order our pizza - have a drink and do it all over again!!!



Hotel Room



"I want you," she whispered. Her blonde hair framed an oddly angelic, young face that suggested experience that came without time. 

"I want you more," an equally gorgeous redhead smiled cruelly. 

The vocalist mentally tabulated his options, realizing that choosing one would mean losing the other. 

"So, big boy," the blonde smiled. She was tall, leggy, with an athletic body. "What's it gonna be?" 

The redhead grinned. She wasn't as tall as her friend, but Tony found her to be the more gorgeous of the two. Her firm but curvy body displayed an ample bust set atop tight, rounded hips. He envisioned grabbing a hold of those hips, and pulling her body close to his. 

"I, uh," he stammered. 

"Her or me?" the redhead smiled. 

"Angie," the blonde pointed to herself, "or Krissy?" 

Tony bit his pierced lip. He glanced first at Angie, taunting, sexy, young; then at Krissy, a goddess with her red bondage pants and equally red locks. 

"Or," Krissy grinned. "You could have both of us." 

"That is," Angie smirked, "if you think you can handle it." 

Had he heard correctly? Tony's mind ran wild and he realized that, for tonight, the gods were shining down favorably upon him. 

"I can dig that," he laughed. 

"I'm sure you can," the two girls cooed in unison. 

Angie extended her hand and interlocked it with Krissy's. The girls began to walk away from the tour bus and towards the hotel, glancing over their shoulders at the shocked singer. 

"Are you coming?" Krissy giggled. 

"Not yet," Tony grinned and trotted behind the pair, key in hand. 

The girls giggled as Tony placed the silver key into the lock, and swung the large red door open to allow them entrance into his hotel room. The beds were both unmade, pillows were strewn across the floor, and a blowdryer lay chaotically sprawled across one of the beds. 

"Nice setup," Krissy observed, bringing laughter from Angie. 

"It definitely paints a picture." 

"What's that?" Krissy questioned her friend. 

"A picture of two men, in one hotel room . . . Desperately in need of a maid!" 

The girls commenced their laughter. 

Tony shook his head dismissively and continued on his way to the bathroom. When he returned, he was carrying three beers. 

"Ah, secret stash?" Angie smiled. 

Tony nodded. 

Krissy waved away the offered beverage. "I don't drink, thanks." 

"Your loss," Angie grinned toward the redhead, flipping her hair over her shoulders and staring up at Tony. 

"So, who does a girl have to beg to get some weed around here?" 

Tony's face lit up. "If you beg on your knees, it may be negotiable." 

Krissy chuckled. 

"I can do that,"Angie smiled and slid off the bed. She placed her beer on the nightstand between the two beds and kneeled in-front of Tony, who was seated on the bed across from the two girls. 

"Please, please," she grinned as she ran her hands over his thighs. 

Tony was speechless as Angie reached for his fly, and pulled his zipper down toward the bed. "I can be a good girl," she cooed. "But I prefer to be a bad one. Very, very bad." 

Krissy's eyes met Tony's as they gazed across the expanse that lay between them. Krissy smiled, and just at that moment, Tony understood what was about to occur. 

"Mmmmm," Angie was moaning, "I want cock." 

She was tugging at Tony's jeans, signaling for him to raise his hips and allow her to remove them. As the denim pants were removed and Tony sat naked before the girls' eyes, Krissy slid off the bed and kneeled alongside her friend. 

"Mmm, hey," Angie smiled and kissed Krissy. The kiss was long, passionate; it excited Tony. 

"Hey," Krissy smiled and licked her lips. 

Angie bent forward and took Tony into her mouth, moaning around his sex whenever she felt the urge to make a noise. 

"Oh, fuck," Tony moaned, glancing downward at the two girls. 

Krissy leaned forward and kissed him passionately, trying her best to lean over her friend without interrupting her work. 

Tony smiled as their lips parted. 

Krissy grinned and leaned in toward Angie, beckoning the girl to share the now fully erect, glistening cock for her oral consumption. 

"Shit," Tony laughed as the two girls began to devour him like a lollipop. 

Angie held tightly to the base of Tony's cock, pulling off now and then to allow Krissy a chance, as well. 

"Mmm," Krissy smiled. "Just like candy." 

"Yeah, baby," Angie cooed and the two girls kissed, this time, visibly swapping a copious amount of spit and pre-cum. 

"You like it, don't you?" Krissy asked of Tony, her lips pulling away from Angie's. 

"Fuck yeah," Tony moaned. He was getting close, this he knew. 

Angie sensed the same and pulled her supple pink lips off the throbbing cock. "Not yet, baby," she warned. 

The two girls stood and gently began to remove each other's clothes, dancing slowly to phantom music, swaying their hips in a sensual rhythm with one another. First Krissy removed Angie's tight blue halter top, exposing a firm set of tanned breasts. 

There were no tan lines, Tony noticed. 

As Angie pulled her friend's babydoll t-shirt over her head, Krissy began to shake and whisper, "Suck my tits, suck my tits." 

Angie's mouth wrapped quickly around the offered nipples, and Tony watched in awe as the two girls' began to allow their hands to roam freely over each other's bodies. 

"Let him do it," Krissy begged. "I want him to do it." 

Tony stood and stepped forward, placing his hands on Angie's hips. 

"It's my turn," he smiled. The blonde allowed him access to her friend, quickly dropping to her knees again, this time, to remove Krissy's leather pants. 

"Suck them," Krissy smiled as she pushed her chest against Tony. 

Tony leaned downward, placing a large pink nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue around the areola. 

"Mmm," Krissy cooed. "Yeah, suck it!" 

Tony continued his attentions on her right nipple, switching off to lick the left every now and then. 

"FUCK!" Krissy screamed and Tony jumped. 

Angie had removed the girl's pants, and was currently kneeling underneath the couple, performing cunnilingus on her friend. 

"Sorry," she giggled from down below. 

Krissy smiled, her eyes beaming with desire. 

"Lay down," she instructed, Tony complied happily. 

Angie climbed onto the bed and crawled toward the naked male. 

"This is my specialty," she smiled, grabbing the hard cock that stood as an offering to her hungry mouth. 

Krissy reclined alongside Tony, offering him her tongue to suck. 

"What a mouth," Tony moaned. 

Both girls smiled. 

As Tony's hands traveled Krissy's body, Angie continued her loud and excited act of fellatio. Just as she sensed that Tony would cum, she removed her mouth and sat up on the bed. 

"Your turn, Krissy." 

"Taking turns is nice," Tony laughed. 

Krissy ignored the comment and placed herself on all fours. As she glanced over her shoulder and toward the male, Angie took her place kneeling alongside her friend. 

"Well?" Angie demanded. 

Tony entered Krissy slowly, Angie licking fervently at her friend's soft pink nipples. 

"Mmm," the redhead cooed. 

"Yeah," Angie giggled. "Does it feel good?" 

"Fuck yeah," Krissy seemed to giggle. "So good." 

Angie grinned. "Save some for me, stud." 

Tony groaned. 

Krissy purred at her friend, "He's all mine." 

The two girls continued to grope at one another, exchanging licks and kisses. Their exploration of one another's bodies heated the moment for the male, exciting him beyond any level that he'd ever known previously. 

His pounding thrusts were becoming more and more violent, Krissy's body swaying forward and back as she and Angie continued to lock their tongues in a sexual union. 

"My turn," Angie smiled as Krissy fell away from the sweating vocalist. 

"Fuck," was his only response. 

"Hey, I want some of that cock, too," the blonde smiled. 

"It's all yours, baby." 

Krissy rubbed the blonde's erect nipples. "Ride that cowboy," she giggled. 

"Mmm," Angie cooed as she pushed herself down onto Tony's slickened hard-on. "Nice and thick." 

The girls giggled. 

As he'd done with Krissy, Tony started out slow. All too quickly, due to the excitement of the moment, his pace returned to the frenzied pounding that Krissy had endured. Angie's once soft and childlike coos had escalated to shrieks of pleasure and pain. 


Within minutes, the pair lay spent and exhausted alongside the still excited redhead. 

"Wow," Angie sighed. "That was amazing." 

"Good," Tony winked. 

He rose from the tangle of bodies, ran his hands through bleached tresses, and headed for the bathroom. 

"What an ass," Krissy laughed. 

"What a cock," Angie smiled. "I'd say he's a keeper." 

The girls shared a knowing glance. 

Krissy rolled over, nuzzling her naked body against her pale-skinned friend's. "I'm still horny," she sighed. 

The blonde grinned. 

"I can handle that," she cooed as she slid down between the redhead's thighs . . . 



Hotel Room



The room was illuminated only by the glow of the city. We walked in, both a little tipsy. It had been a great evening, an amazing dinner at one of the nicest places in town, dancing, and a walk along the riverfront. On the way back, we'd stopped and shared a bottle of wine and talked until closing. On the walk back to the hotel, arm in arm, enjoying the feel of each other, I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. That silky hair, those beautiful eyes, and a smile that defined perfection. I couldn't believe that she was holding my arm, leaning on me, looking up with something I couldn't begin to describe.

As soon as the door closed, I couldn't resist taking her into my arms, and pulling her close. The feel of her body next to mine, the warmth of her skin was wonderful beyond description. Her eyes sparkled in the faint light as she looked up at me. Our lips met, and we stepped towards the bed, still embracing. 

Kicking off our shoes, we lay down together mouths still tight together. Our tongues danced and brushed as we pulled tighter together. As our kiss deepened, my hands began to trace her figure through the sheer fabric of her dress. Her wonderful breasts, along her hips, the smooth skin of her thighs, every part of her felt a gentle touch. My lips left hers, and moved down, stopping at her chin, briefly, then down her neck. With each touch on her neck, a little noise escaped here, and she shivered. My hands found the zipper on her back, and eased it down. 

I slid her dress up, but stopped as it was over her head, trapping her hands. Kissing down from her neck, I took a nipple between my lips and gently sucked. The other soon felt a gentle rubbing as my fingers and palm teased it. She freed herself from the confines of the dress and pulled me back up to her lips. My shirt soon followed the dress to the floor. I could feel how hot she was our bare skin met. Sliding my way down, I couldn't hold back any longer, and pulled her panties off, ripping them in my excitement. My lips were on her before the panties hit the floor. 

I tasted her arousal as soon as my lips touched her. Her skin was so smooth, and glistening with her juices. I licked up and down, barely parting her, wanting to make it last as long as I could. She started breathing hard and moaning as my tongue reached inside. The warmth was incredible and I caressed her depths, feeling her moisture build. Her moaning increased in intensity as my tongue moved up to circle her clit, grazing it lightly, teasing it. 

Her hands came to each side of my head, and pulled me in. My lips pulled her clit in, and my licked the top without pause. Before long, I felt her shake. As she began to scream, I released her clit, and slid down just in time to feel her wonderful explosion as she released. 

I pulled myself next to her, and pulled her tight as she came down. Before much time passed, she looked down, and saw the bulge in my pants. Pushing me on my back, she lowered herself to my belt, and slowly removed it, with my pants and boxers following close behind. Taking me into her mouth, she took all of me in, her tongue doing magic. She sucked lightly as she played with my balls. Before long, I was writhing and moaning as her attention became more than I could take. With a shout, I came. She took every drop, then looked up at me and smiled. 

With her naked body next to mine, it didn't take long before I was ready again. When the felt the touch on her back, she rolled on to her back, and pulled me on top. I pushed myself all the way in, and slowly withdrew until only the head was inside. I kept slow, pushing until I could go no deeper, then pulling out until I was just barely inside, building the tension. She grabbed my hips and tried to pull me in harder and faster, but I held back, wanting to tease, to make it last. When I could hold back no longer, my thrusts became faster and harder. As our rhythms matched, I felt her muscles begin to squeeze, and we finished together, collapsing into each other, satisfied.



Hotel Room



I work as a maid in a hotel; I have seen some pretty interesting things. I'll tell you about one time when I was cleaning this gentlemen's room. 

I noticed him a few times; I know he was staying for awhile because I was assigned to clean his room. He was tall and handsome. He was at least 6'4, and had an ass that just wouldn't quit. I also knew that he was alone. I haven't seen him with a woman at all while he was stayed. One day I was going to clean his room, I knocked I didn't get an answer so I knocked again still didn't get an answer. I grabbed the clean towels off my cart headed to the bathroom. I got half way to the bathroom and noticed the steam. In a half hearted attempted I tried to make myself known again. I still didn't get an answer. Then the perverted side of me told me to take a quick peek. I knew it was wrong I tried telling myself to move, but it just wasn't happening.

There he stood in all his 6'4 glory. He was beautiful, nice and hard, a beautiful muscular back, and his ass was nice and round, I just wanted to give it a little smack. I kept telling myself that I need to stop looking, but I couldn't help it. He was so beautiful. That was just the back view I couldn't wait to see the front. He must have been reading my mind because he turned sideways, and I got the full view. He was as beautiful in the front as the back. Then I saw that yes tall men are big all over. His dick was beautiful, and he was hard. He must have been at least 11 inches. I knew then I was just pushing my luck and I needed to leave, but then he grabbed the soap and started lathering up. It was almost like he knew I was there. I hadn't made a peep but yet he seems to be putting on a show for me. 

He grabbed the soap and started lathering up, started at this very muscular chest. I wished so bad that I was his hands so I could run my hands up and down those Pecs. He started circular motions. I was beginning to get wet, and I was enjoying the show. He hands moved down to his dick and first he started slow long strokes. Fast strokes, long slow strokes. I knew he was getting into, his breathing started changing and he was would let a little grunt out. I was really wet and all I wanted to do was touch myself. I dropped the towels, not taking my eyes off of him; my hand went into my underwear. I was really wet and ready. I thought I was going to come with one stroke. I unbuttoned my dress and started playing with my 44d breast. Pinching the nipple, stroking myself at the same time. It felt so good but I didn't want to make any noise. His hand started going faster and faster. I was matching him stroke for stroke. My hips started picking up the rhythm I couldn't stop if I wanted to. I wanted us to finish together. I was breathing very hard and biting my lip. He would squeeze his head then run his hand down the rest of his length. His breath was short and chopping, he started moaning and his strokes were fast. I was almost there. I put my hand on my nipple and gave it a good pinch. I exploded instantly and so did he. He came with a moan. He came in sprits and seemed like he was milking the rest of it out. He relaxed and turned off the water. I knew I had to get out of there because I was about to get caught. He stepped out of the shower and saw me.

"Did you like what you saw?" he asked me with a cocky smile. He had every right to be cocky. I swallowed hard and all I could think of was "yes"

He started laughing, and that laugh melted over me. "I knew you were there I have mirror in the shower for shaving. I put that show for you baby" I couldn't say anything I was scared and mortified because I never did anything like that before. I'm not a peeping tom but he intrigued me. 

"Next time sweetheart come join me" I didn't say anything I just left. It was the end of the day for me as I was leaving he came out of nowhere. 

"Let me take you out to dinner, or we can just skip it and fuck" I was so shocked I almost dropped my bag he started laughing. That laugh was so damn sexy. 

"I don't even know your name, so I can't have dinner with you." I mostly embarrassed but I didn't want him to know that. 

"Dave"

"Well Dave, it is time for me to go."

"So you know my name but you won't tell me yours?"

"Kellie"

"Well Kellie, do you have someone waiting for you at home?"

"Well no..."

"Why don't you come up to my room and we can put a show on together"

His offer was very tempting.......



To be continued....

This was my first attempt please tell me what you think



Hotel Room



He awoke to the intense smell of sex.

Comfortably, his eyes still closed, he stretched under his sheets and inhaled the scent deeply. Next to him lay last night's conquest.

While his bed was messy and chaotic, she had lain still the whole night. It might have been due to the alcohol he had kept pouring her, but more likely it was due to the fact that her body was bound tightly, condemned to be motionless. She lay on her tummy, legs spread wide, tied to the bed posts, her arms bound on her back.

He opened his eyes and relished the sight.

Wetness glistened between her thighs -- after the gag had cut off her protests last night there had been no need for a condom any more. Now he regretted it a little bit, he would have loved to taste her now.

Oh well.

Yesterday he had been so tense and pressured, couldn't rip the clothes off her body fast enough and she had helped him right up to the point when she noticed what he had in mind.

Today he would take his time.

He woke her with a zestful slap on her ass.

"It's time to wake up," he whispered in her ear.

Groaning, she squirmed beneath him, apparently determined not to wake up.

He hit her again, harder this time. She winced. Her butt was still red where he had forced obedience from her with a belt last night.

Undistinguishable sounds came from behind the gag.

Then she opened her eyes and saw him. Her eyes widened.

"Nope, no bad dream," he grinned. "If you promise not to scream, I'll take off the gag", he continued. She nodded and he leaned forward to undo the knot at the back of her head. "What...?" she began, but he cut her off.

"Not a word! I want you to get cleaned up thorougly, little one, and then you'll return to me."

He losened the bonds around her ankles and wrists. "Go on. The bathroom's over there."

With considerable effort, she got up and stumbled towards the bath. "Stop!" he called, following a sudden inspiration. "On your hands and knees. I want you to crawl."

She turned towards him and saw the grin on his face. Her mouth opened to protest and then closed when she saw the belt on the bed next to him. She slowly lowered herself on all fours and he enjoyed the view of her wiggling ass as she moved towards the door.

"Don't get your hopes up," he called after her. "I have the key."

It took a while until the water of the shower was turned off and even longer until she appeared in the doorframe, a towel wrapped around her body, hair still wet.

"Come here," he ordered her and she hesitantly complied.

Arms folded in front of her she stood before him.

"Take the towel off!.

Again, she hesitated and he felt impatience welling up. With a sudden movement he jerked the towel away and pulled her arm so she fell on the bed beside him.

"You belong to me now, don't you understand?" he chatted while binding her wrists again and attaching them to the headboard.

"You're a big girl, aren't you? Nobody will mind if you spend a few days with me." Again he observed with satisfaction ho her eyes widened. "Shhhh," he said. "The advantage of this little hotel's the people's loyalty when you pay them well. Just a few notes and everyone goes surprisingly deaf." He winked at her.

Then he grabbed her thin silk scarf from the night stand and blindfolded her. He felt her warm breath as he bend over her and put his lips to hers. They were so soft - until she pressed them together and tried to move her head away.

"Tsk tsk," he made lenient sounds while pinching a nipple. She cringed and exhaled sharply.

He kept her nipple caught between his fingers, kneading and tugging until they were stiff and erect.

His hand travelled across her body, starting over again on her other nipple while his mouth closed around the hard nipple and slowly sucked on it. He paid close attention to the small noises of surprise she made now, before she pressed her lips together and tried not to react.

But he was merciless, his tongue circling her nipple faster and faster now and the other one being rolled between his fingers until she could not hold back any longer and let out a quiet moan.

He smiled and carefully bit down. Her moaning intensified, her back arched until her breasts protruded towards him

He let one hand move down across her soft tummy, between her legs, while his tongue continued to caress and tease her nipple.

He felt the conflict raging in her, the need to open up to him and the shame, the anger, the resistance to give in to him.

His flat hand reached between her legs and felt the dampness.

Her scent filled his nose and his mouth trailed down her body.

While his hand still fondled her breasts his nose reached her mound. Sighing, she spread her legs and provided him with a sweet view of her cunt, wet and inviting. He leaned down to kiss it while his fingers travelled lightly across the inner part of her thigs until goosebumps spread across her whole body.

He shifted his body downwards, put his hands on her knees and spread her wider, let his broad, soft tongue move upwards along her slit until the tip of his tongue found her clitoris.

She gasped and tilted her hips towards his face, his tongue exploring all her hidden folds until he had tasted all of her and continued to invade her ever so slowly until she was moaning loudly with pleasure.

Her hands started to fight the bonds as his lips closed around her clitoris and slowly started sucking. She was so wet now that her juices covered his face and he needed force to keep her legs apart while she, unconsciously, rhythmically flexed.

He decided he had been gentle long enough.

Without warning, he bit her clitoris and she screamed.

He lifted his head and looked at her. She couldn't see him but she felt something had changed.

"Hey cunt," he said. "You belong to me now, right?"

She nodded, confused, not knowing what was happening.

"Do you think it's okay for property to refuse obedience?" She shook her head.

"But you resisted, didn't you?"

She lay perfectly still, too scared to move.

He smiled and opened the drawer of the night stand.

His fingers tugged on her nipples, pinching them, making them even harder and stiffer.

Then, without a warning, he put the clamps on simultaneously.

She shrieked in surprise, at first, and then began to whimper as the pain crept through her body.

"That's the punishment for disobedience," he smiled. "One of the punishments."

He knelt between her legs, stroked her hole with his finger and spread her juices on his cock.

Then he entered her.

She screamed, surprised, in pain, as he pushed against her womb.

He ripped her apart, holding her legs high up in the air, pushing farther and farther, harder and harder.

Her screams still filled the air, "no, please, no," she pleaded and it annoyed him.

He pressed his hands on her mouth trying to shut her up, then grabbed a pillow and pressed in onto her face.

She writhed under him, making muffled noises, gasped for air and arched toward him, edging him on and on until, suddenly, her body became limp and he spilled into her.

Exhausted, he rolled off her body and drew the pillow off her face.

"Good girl," he said and left her lying to clean up and have some breakfast. 



Hotel - Room 617



I was playing around and cooling off in the surf from an intense pickup beach volleyball game. It was hot as hell and there seemed to be a thousand people on the beach and in the water. In the holiday spirit most people are nice and fun to be around so I enjoy the time I spend in the Gulf waters. I swim almost every day of the year in balmy Florida, even the colder days. Plus, I get a front row seat to some of the most gorgeous bodies in existence, all clad in bathing suits, both male and female. That particular day I needed the stimulation and the camaraderie of happy vacationers. Anyone who loves the beach like I do can relate.

I felt someone bump into my legs underwater and the clumsy swimmer slowly surfaced up my legs and front, the wet form slippery against mine, a sensual feeling. Even more sensual was the face and nose that bumped into my privates that were barely concealed in my tiny AussieBum suit. I grinned as the face obviously paused at my crotch before surfacing. I felt a nose hit my package and it felt like a mouth briefly grasped at my penis. Getting hit on at the beach is not an unusual occurrence. Black hair rose out of the water before me, splashing water, and I was surprised the face with it belonged to a man. I decided perhaps it was just a coincidence.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry. I can't get used to the salt water in my eyes. It totally blinds me!"

I looked into his dancing brown eyes and knew it was no mistake.

"Think nothing of it, man. With all these people in the water, bumping into someone else is bound to happen."

"I guess I'm lucky I bumped into you. You on vacation, too?

"Not exactly."

The guy was a stud and I felt my penis stir so I started to walk out of the surf. There were little kids racing around with their families and I wasn't interested in putting on an X-rated show for them. My fully erect penis would have difficulty staying contained in my suit.

"Maybe I'll see you again," the handsome one called after me.

"Yep, you probably will."

I walked onto the beach and didn't look back. I was having a bitch of a day and wasn't really in the mood to flirt.

My ex-wife had stormed into the hotel lobby that morning demanding to see me, making a nasty scene and insisting I owed her money. I'd stopped taking her nasty phone calls where she'd threatened to embarrass me so finally she'd carried her threat out. We'd been divorced for over a year and I owed her no support. The only thing I owed her was a bullet between the eyes but since I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of putting me in prison, it really wasn't an option. We had no children and she'd left me for another man while I was serving in the army in Iraq. But she knows I work in a very public arena for a very publicity conscious organization. Expensive hotels on the beach want to attract paying guests, not run them off because their employees carry on like a bunch of Marseilles fishwives.

The man Mindy left me for did to her what she did to me. He married her, got access to her bank account and assets, and then left her. Or rather, I should say he got access to money and assets that had been mine before the courts gave it all to her. Don't think I'm mad at him. The truth is I'd shake his hand and buy his drinks for him if he ever came into the hotel bar where I'm the bartender. There's nothing more satisfying in life than actually seeing the old maxim 'what goes around, comes around' actually happening to an ex-wife. Fernando managed to get Mindy to take out a second mortgage on the house, bought some cocaine, made a down payment on a new Lexus, took out more loans, sold some cocaine, bought a 75 foot fishing boat, took out more loans, bought more cocaine, maxed out every credit card available to modern man, took out more loans, sold more of his cocaine, cleaned out their checking and savings accounts, flew to Las Vegas and blew all the money away at the blackjack table. Then Fernando used the only asset he had left. It was a one way airline ticket to fly home to Mama in Venezuela. It was justice that made my cock stand erect and dribble precum.

The assistant hotel manager swished into the bar on a busy Friday afternoon about two months later having the standard hissy fit he throws when he has to do anything other than wave his hand and say 'handle it'. He'd been looking for me for a couple of hours, time I'd spent fucking a gorgeous redhead with tits and a pussy made for sex. I can't help it. When I'm horny and I get the offer of a roll in the hay I usually take it. After all, this is a hotel, the guests rarely stay for more than a week, and there's absolutely no commitment. But Mauricio was in a panic. 

Seems Mindy was burning up the hotel switchboard trying to reach me, making her usual threats about calling the newspapers, the television stations, the White House, every televangelist in the country... That's when I really knew Mindy was beyond desperate. When she's at the point of a total mental breakdown she calls on God like any good Baptist girl that grew up to be a first class whore. It's time for the televangelists to get involved.

I explained my marital situation to Mauricio as succinctly as I possibly could while I was making two Hairy Virgins. Basically, I explained, I'd been cleaned out by the fucking cunt while I was in Iraq. I told him the courts awarded her everything but my balls in the divorce settlement, that we had no children or other legally binding ties, and yes, I knew she was about to be evicted, repossessed, stripped naked, and owed over a couple million dollars she didn't know about.

I was very calm as I advised Mauricio of the personal details of my life. By then I'd progressed on to making a Slippery Nipple and you can't be nervous or hesitant with those motherfuckers. I patiently suggested Mauricio call the hotel attorneys and file a harassment complaint, get a restraining order, do something with the legal department since he obviously seemed concerned about Mindy. The only other option he might use would be to tell Mindy that I suggested she place the barrel my Magnum 44 - that she now owned - in that foul mouth of hers - filled with seventeen thousand dollars of dental work I'd paid for - and blow her brains out. Preferably after killing that wolverine mother of hers with the same gun. I almost ejaculated into my jeans as I watched Mauricio's fat ass storm out of the bar.

And then four days later Mindy slithered into the hotel lobby. While she screamed and threatened employees and guests I ducked out and walked over to the hotel next door to ours. As I left I saw Mauricio going to pieces. Sitting in the cool lobby next door I phoned my friend in the local district attorney's office, the second man with whom I'd had a sexual relationship. He was a really useful sugar daddy contact and he was in love with me. He'd come into the bar chasing after my ass from the first day I went to work for the hotel and finally I let him catch it. I fucked him every way imaginable and made a lasting friend. Sugar was happily married, the father of five adult children, a deacon in a local Baptist church, and a pillar of the community who drank like a fish. If anyone in his congregation ever saw him coming into the hotel he swore he was spreading the message of the love of god. He also loved the way I sowed my oats in his ass while he sang 'Bringing in the Sheaves'.

Within thirty minutes of my call to Sugar, Pinellas County's finest had clapped Mindy in handcuffs. As I watched the angry officers taser Mindy for attempting to pepper spray them, my cell phone rang. Sugar delivered the joyful news that Savannah law enforcement had discovered three kilos of cocaine in Mindy's makeup case. The case was in the top of the hall closet when they went to assist with her eviction from my home that the courts had given to her, the home now being seized by the bank. Plus, Mindy had driven her Lexus from Savannah to Clearwater. She'd driven that fine Lexus out of Georgia about thirty seconds before the repo guys pulled into the driveway to repossess it. Sugar's magnificent voice didn't excel only while singing hymns with my dick in his ass or convincing juries to swing the sword of justice; it also sang to law enforcement agencies in an effort to assist in placing society's trash in the appropriate receptacle. Mindy would soon be headed to the appropriate receptacle that awaited her in the Empire State of the South. In the meanwhile she'd be a guest in the Pinellas jail. And since she didn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of, it seemed my ex-wife might finally get the dose of justice that was coming to her. 

So you see, I can understand why most people would think I should have been making joyful noises myself. After seeing Mindy hauled away I'd changed into my skimpiest bathing suit and had fun playing a pickup game of beach volleyball with total strangers. My quick dip in the surf had yielded the pleasant result of the clumsy swimmer and I hoped I'd see the handsome one again. As I left the beach, I decided to take a nap before my bar shift began. It was so goddamn hot the steam was coming off the cement sidewalk as I walked into the hotel from the beach. A man walked gingerly before me, his skin a fierce bright red from sunburn. He looked like an overgrown lobster, totally disgusting to me. Clearwater beach is a huge expanse of white sand that seems to reflect the sun so you're getting cooked from the sky above and the sand below. I see tourists roast themselves beyond recognition every fucking day. It's as if John Q. Tourist is determined that since he's paying a few thousand dollars a week to stay in our hotel he's going to have fun in the sun even if it kills him. Sometimes it does.

I moved past the lobster, walking barefoot on the grass along the side of the walkway, as the lobster cursed the cement and commented that you could fry an egg on it. Yep, I thought to myself, and it's frying your goddamn feet because you're too fucking stupid to simply step off the walkway into the grass. As I walked past the pool enclosure I heard Mauricio call out to me in his Brooklyn queen accent. I turned to find him in the crowd and he was standing by the pool, waving to me. Few things look more ridiculous than a man dressed in a three piece suit standing beside a pool filled with fat tourists screeching 'Margaritaville' as they sing along with Jimmy Buffett on a blaring jukebox concealed in a fake tiki hut.

"I know you hear me, Rowdy! Don't you dare walk away from me!"

I grinned. "Do I know you, sir?"

Two women in the pool giggled.

"Steve!" Mauricio yelled.

He was red in the face with fury as Steve walked out a storage room concealed in wall beside the pool.

"Please explain to the vaquero here that we need him to manage the pool bar tonight! Please! I just can't take any more stress! I feel like slitting my wrists!"

I laughed. "There's a really sharp knife in the bar if you want me to get it for you."

Mauricio almost spat at me before flouncing away in a huff, leaving Steve, the day manager of the bar, to do his dirty work. Steve held the locking pool gate open for me and walked with me to the tiki hut used by hotel staff as a pool bar and lifeguard station. Officially the hotel posted signs that patrons swim at their own risk but since alcoholic beverages were served to poolside guests in plastic cups, management liked to post bartenders who were also certified lifeguards. This stemmed from a nasty pool drowning accident a few years back that had cost the hotel a bundle of cash after months of investigations by law enforcement, the media, and basically anyone who wanted to get their name in the paper.

Steve grinned at me and licked his lips, ogling me obscenely, mocking my bathing suit and my predicament.

"Come on, Rowdy, handle the pool for us. Mauricio fired Nate because he came in late again. You're the only certified lifeguard we've got right now. Eileen's coming in later and can help you. I put Carl on your regular bar shift."

He kept grinning.

"I'm not supposed to tend bar dressed in a bathing suit. You know that. At least let me go change."

Steve pulled his garish Hawaiian shirt off and handed it to me.

"There. I've got another one in my locker. That'll satisfy the rules for now. And that overgrown Band-Aid you're wearing should get you a lot of tips."

"Fuck you. You know goddamn good and well you don't make any fucking tips at the pool. Kiss my ass!"

Steve grinned. "Any time. You know I'd love to kiss your ass...eat it out, too."

I laughed. "I need to go take a dump. You can eat all you want."

He snorted. "You think you're funny, Rowdy. I could hook you up with a few guys that would clamp their mouth to your hole and eat that shit as it came out of that sexy ass of yours."

"I'll bet Mauricio's at the head of that list."

We both burst out laughing.

"You know, dude, you'd get along a lot better with Mauricio if you'd just come on to him a little bit, let him suck your dick once and awhile. He's really not such a bad little weasel."

I coughed from some asshole's cigar smoke. "Oh, so that's why you two are thick as thieves, huh?"

Steve blew a mocking kiss at me and walked away laughing. We had a great working relationship and he knew it. Mauricio knew it, too, which was why the chicken shit always left Steve to do his muscle work with me.

I stood up. "You'll have to put that cigar out now, sir, or leave the pool and beach area."

The fat walrus gave me a nasty glare and I glared back.

"Little kids are walking around here barefoot, Mister. You wanna ruin their holiday with your cigar ashes?"

"Show some consideration for others, you shit!" a woman screamed from the pool and splashed water at the man.

"You're all a bunch of sick faggots, all of you. I'll never come to this queer holler ever again."

Fatso threw his cigar at my feet and I dodged it.

"We'll miss having your company, sir."

I picked up the cigar and threw it in a clay pot filled with sand. I busied myself behind the bar for a few minutes as I prepped a few things, got the bar in order. The pool bar was already twenty minutes past normal opening time.

"Could I get a Frozen Strawberry Margarita, please?"

I turned to see the beach stud smiling at me.

"So you're from around here, I see."

"Yep."

He sat on one of the four bar stools. I could hardly hear him over the noise of the blender.

"I don't know how you guys stand it. I'm actually looking forward to getting back to Canada."

"It's hot alright. This is one of the hottest summers on record. But it still beats the hell out the beaches in Canada. The water there's cold as a witch's tit even in the middle of July."

"So you've been to Canada?"

"Prince Edward Island and Newfoundland. My grandmother's from St. John's."

"I'm from Toronto," he said. "I've lived there all my life."

I fixed drinks for a couple of women and turned to see the Canadian with his head in his hands.

I laughed. "You drink it too fast and it'll freeze your brain."

"What brain?" he moaned.

I took care of several customers while he continued to sit at the bar. He asked for another, this time a Fuzzy Navel.

"I heard them call you Rowdy. That's an interesting name."

"I've gotten by with it all my life. Mama was in love with Clint Eastwood."

"So what time do you get off tonight?" he asked softly.

I wiped the bar counter in front of him.

"With any luck I'll get off at ten tonight. That's when the pool closes."

He was giving me the look.

"Could I interest you in a walk along the beach with me afterward?"

"I'll be dead on my feet after my shift."

"How about swim? I'll bet its quiet in the water after ten at night."

I laughed. "Yeah, no one's in the water but the sharks and the idiots who don't mind being shark food."

"Really?"

He seemed genuinely surprised.

"For real. After dark's their feeding time. Didn't you ever see the movie 'Jaws'? The first girl killed in the movie was swimming at night. It's not a joke. A few tourists get killed or mauled every year in Florida."

He looked at my crotch and licked his lips suggestively.

"Maybe tomorrow," I laughed. "I like to run on the beach at seven every morning if you're interested."

"It's a date," he grinned.

"Hey, I don't even know your name and you think we're having a date?"

He smiled and I could see gratitude in his eyes that I hadn't rejected his advances.

"My name's Yannick Darreau and I'm just a lonely Canadian tourist."

I chuckled. "Lonely? I doubt that with your looks."

He preened like a peacock. "You like what you see?" he whispered.

I ignored his question.

"What sort of name is Yannick? I've never heard of it."

His smile was gorgeous. Perfect teeth. Perfect lips. Both to go with a perfect face.

"It's an old Breton French name. 'Yann' means John and 'ick' is little. Little John."

"I see, Little John. And are you thinking I'm your Robin Hood?" I grinned mischievously.

"Maybe. Yeah. You could be. I think."

I burst out laughing.

"Which is it?"

He shifted his thighs and I could see the tip of his penis hanging from the leg of his loose trunks, the foreskin covering about two thirds of the head, the piss hole clearly in sight with a pearl of precum. I glanced around quickly to make sure no one else could see his little show. When I looked at his crotch again his penis was getting harder. I looked upward to his face to see him smiling.

"Little Yannick would like to get to know you a lot better, Robin Hood, a lot better."

I chuckled.

"Well, let's see what tomorrow brings. Then we'll see if Little John and Little Rowdy have a future together."

Yannick stood. "I'll see you at seven in the morning."

He dove into the pool and swam underwater to the other end. Then he pulled himself out of the water, treating me to a magnificent view of his fantastic ass as the red wet trunks melded to his body like a second skin. Yannick walked slowly around the length of the pool to retrieve the flip flops he'd left by his bar stool, giving me a show as his penis flopped around in his wet shorts. As he slipped his flip flops on he lifted his arms above his head, squeezing the water from his hair so it ran down his flesh, and showing me the wet dark curls in his armpits, leering at me as he did his act.

As the evening wore on, the pool bar got busier and Eileen joined me. The tiki hut was circular and built so the pool fence connected to each side, keeping the pool area secure for hotel guests only. One side of the hut faced the pool area while the other side faced the beach. The beach side always got busier as the evening wore on and as people from the nearby rental condos walked in from the beach to drink. The pool fence kept the beach people separate from the pool patrons. It was almost impossible to bartend the tiki hut alone and during the peak holiday seasons the pool bar needed four bartenders. Eileen was a fun girl to work with, an excellent bartender who was also a student at nearby USF St. Pete.

"I'd steer clear of Mauricio if I were you, Rowdy," she advised during a brief lull in customers.

"I always steer of that bastard."

"Well, be sure you give him an extra wide berth over the next couple of days. He fired Nate for being late this afternoon and about an hour ago the hotel manager fired Amber. She was fucking a tourist in his room and his wife walked in on them. The man claimed Amber was a prostitute and he'd paid her five hundred dollars. Thank god the wife blew the whistle on her husband because she's the one who said they only had a hundred and fifty dollars left. The man and his wife left too embarrassed to file a complaint with the police and Patel fired Amber. He put Mauricio on notice that that he'll fire him, too, if any more complaints come up. We'd have been up shit creek without a paddle if the hotel had been investigated for prostitution."




Hotel - Room 617



"Wow," I whistled. "Mauricio must be shitting bricks."

"Yeah, some of us know you've screwed a few hotel guests yourself, women and men. Mauricio's heard the rumors and he's gunning for you. He's chewing Steve's ass out as we speak."

The bar got busy again, I had time to think over Eileen's information, and it made me wary of Yannick. He seemed almost too good to be true, a macho stud who'd zeroed in on me, maybe a little too aggressively. What if it was all a setup? It had happened before several times as management tested the employees for honesty and loyalty. Money and jewelry deliberately left in a vacated hotel room, a few extra dollars added to the cash registers, an irate 'guest' pushing your buttons. My register had come up with too much money a few times but I was always too smart to pocket it.

The next morning I was on the beach for my run. I arrived fifteen minutes early and set my watch ahead. I was a good distance from the hotel when Yannick ran up beside me, totally fresh and not out of breath after obviously racing to catch up with me.

"You left early," he said.

"My watch said seven and you weren't there."

I held my arm out as we were running so he could see my watch.

"Your watch is fast."

"I try. I get more out of it if I run a good pace."

Yannick laughed.

"Do you always do this double talk shit?"

"You're a pretty good runner. You must do it regularly."

"I'm a pro baseball player. Running's what we do."

I looked at him hard. He'd seemed vaguely familiar but I'd just attributed it to his extraordinary good looks. Men who look like they've just stepped out the pages of GQ sometimes tend to blend together for me. After all, there's only just so many ways perfection can be put together. Still, I wasn't a big baseball fan. I prefer football. Baseball's too damn slow for me. If I'm watching it on television I'm usually asleep by the sixth inning, if I last that long. I've only been to a few live games, all of them exhausting. If I'm going to a stadium, I'll take the Bucs any day over baseball.

Yannick grinned as if could read my mind. "I get it. You're not a big baseball fan, are you? You've never heard of me."

I shook my head.

"I figured it. If you had, you'd have been all over me."

I stopped running, unable to breathe from laughing.

"Come on! It's not that funny!"

"Yeah, yeah it is. What makes it even funnier to me is that guys with an ego like yours usually have monkey dicks."

"Oh, really? Well, does this meet your standards?"

Yannick pulled the front of his running shorts down, exposing his penis. It seemed partially erect and was maybe six inches long. His foreskin was not long, only covering about two thirds of the head of his penis; in fact, it seemed very tight as if Yannick might experience difficulty pulling it completely back. The penis was a thing of beauty hanging below a mass of black pubic hair. I wanted to examine it more closely but I almost panicked because we were out in the open on Clearwater beach. I stepped in closer to hide his nakedness.

"For god's sake, man, pull your shorts up! This is a public beach and you'll get arrested if you get caught waving your dick around on a public beach. Me, too, if they think I'm involved. It may be okay in Canada but it sure as hell's not okay here."

He laughed again as he pulled his shorts back over his penis.

"Come on, Rowdy, there's no one on the beach this time of the morning but us. Show me yours."

We were walking now.

"See those buildings over there? Those are called hotels and condominiums and they've got windows. Half the people in them are over sixty and would call the police in a heartbeat, if they don't drop dead from shock first. And yeah, people run on this beach every morning, all day in fact. There's just no one else at this moment."

He hit me on the shoulder playfully.

"Come on, show me yours, Rowdy. Please, please, please, please."

I groaned.

"It ain't happening on a public beach. Forget it."

"There's a pier. You can do it under the pier. Hell, I'll give you a blow job under the pier."

We had come to Pier 60. I couldn't tell if he was joking or maybe mentally unbalanced, probably a little of both.

"Yannick, it's flattering to be chased like this but I'm not into public nudity and sex," I said sarcastically. "Hell, actually I've only had sex with four other guys."

He grinned. "Modesty is a virtue but you don't need to lie to me, babe. The word is you've fucked half the women and a third of the men who've stayed at your hotel. The people you work with brag about it. If you don't want it here, then come to my room. It's 617."

So he'd talked to Steve. He could be such a bitch sometimes, the lying bastard.

"That's my story and I'm sticking with it. And another thing, Yannick, two people just got fired, one for sex with the guests. I can't go to your room. I'm being watched by management."

"I heard about that. The girl the man accused of being a prostitute worked in the bar, right? He had no case. Anyway, I'm a pro ball player. I've got more to lose than you if the word got out I suck dick."

He was insistent.

"Come on, Yannick. You can have anyone you want. Why me? I'm nothing special."

He grabbed my hand and held it as we walked.

"You are special, Rowdy. Don't you ever look in a mirror at yourself? I've never been instantly attracted to another guy like this. You're so fucking gorgeous it makes my nuts ache."

I laughed. "Does this line actually work for you? I've heard better from middle aged widows who just need their ashes hauled."

"Look me in eye and tell me you're not attracted to me."

"I'm not attracted to you," I said but I was grinning as I said it.

"You fucking liar. Admit it. You want to fuck me, right?"

"You a top or a bottom?"

"Oh, we're haggling now, huh? I'll be whatever you want me to be."

"Hmmm. We'll see."

Yannick pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips before I knew what was happening. I was surprised how goddamn strong he was and I found myself returning his kiss.

"Why don't you two pansies get a room?"

It was Luther who yelled at us, an old man who was a beach regular. He was in his bathing suit headed to the surf for his morning dip. I saw him almost every day on my run because he lived in the condo building we were walking past. I waved at him and he laughed. He was an old queen who was always commenting on my ass or crotch when I'd run past him.

"Be careful with him, Rowdy. He looks like a heartbreaker."

"Not me, sir," Yannick piped up, "Rowdy's the heartbreaker here. I'm madly in love with him and he's ignoring me."

I had the good grace to blush like a fool and Luther laughed.

Luther was a nice guy, probably in his sixties, maybe even older, with a head of magnificent white hair and an athletic body that I hoped I'd be so lucky to have when I was his age. He swam and ran on the beach everyday and it wasn't too long before I discovered he had been the star of a popular drag show in New York City. I also discovered he was an incredible tease, often making a play for me, but most of the time he was just an interesting conversationalist. At first I'd been put off by his effeminate mannerisms, particularly after having my first sexual encounter with another man a few months earlier.

I'd been married and divorced, served in the army in Iraq, my father is a general, and I'd been dragged around military bases all over the world most of my life. I didn't need to be Sigmund Freud to know that Luther frightened me because my sexual world had been turned upside down by Richard Mayo when he'd walked into the bar and I'd jumped into bed with him, seduced by his incredible sexiness and his West Point class ring. I felt like everyone was looking at me, that I had a big sign on my back announcing I'd turned queer. Mayo had left after his bank conference ended and after we'd made love every day of his time at the hotel. He was gentle and loving as he initiated me into the world of gay sex. He was a retired army officer and he fulfilled my lifelong fantasy of being fucked in the ass by an older military man. It's a complicated fantasy, trust me.

I usually have sex with at least one female hotel guest a week, sometimes several. The bar's a hotbed of sexual activity as vacationers, business people, travelers, and others check in and out in the revolving door that is a typical beach resort hotel. Since I first hit puberty I've fucked girls, starting when I was twelve with Elaine Cooper who was hired to baby sit for me and my two younger sisters. Actually she was there mainly for my three month old sisters, identical twins who were born on my twelfth birthday. We were at the Weisbaden Army Airfield in Weisbaden, Germany and my parents were at a party in the officer's club. Elaine was seventeen but I was a head taller than her and seemed much older than twelve to her. After she got my sisters to sleep she kept me awake giving me my first sexual experience with another person. I'd learned to masturbate when I was nine from some older guys I hung around with but I'd only begun to ejaculate semen about three months before Elaine. She sucked my penis, taught me to eat pussy, how to fuck her, and how to totally enjoy sex. Elaine was a wild girl and we had sex often until her father got stationed in England. After Elaine I couldn't get enough pussy.

I bedded only the female sex until Richard Mayo had walked into the bar one night and I knew he was going to be my first man. It was a wonderful experience but I didn't have another man until Sugar a couple of months later. Then a week or so later, a young guy who played with a rock band swept into the bar. He'd named himself Ringo after the famous Beatle and I should have known better. We fucked and smoked pot in his room during his three night stay and the day after he left half of my co-workers told me how he'd described our sexual acts in graphic detail at almost every opportunity. I was humiliated at being outed and felt my life was over but I survived it with a reputation as a sexual Lothario who'd bed both men and women in my lust for sex.

Part of the way I survived was Luther. The morning after my outing I was walking along the beach instead of running and I guess my despondency was clear to Luther. He'd almost forced me to his condo where I sat while he administered what he called 'Luther psychoanalysis'. He did a good job and made me understand I feared his effeminate mannerisms because I was afraid I'd turn into a screaming queen since I'd had sex with another man. He got my head on straight and made me more accepting of my bisexuality, of the fact there are many gay men who are not at all effeminate. The intimacy of our conversation turned into sex that day as Luther took advantage of my vulnerability to get me to fuck him. He was a dynamo in bed and my fourth male. We fucked a couple of times more and then he fell in love with his latest companion, Buck, a man in his forties. Buck was a nice enough man, a chiropractor in Indian Rocks, but I felt he was using Luther. Luther was not just retired from the drag queen circuit. His grandfather had made millions with his dishwashing liquid formula and Luther was one of his heirs.

I was snapped from my reverie by Yannick slapping on my back. Luther had been busy chatting with Yannick. The many facets of Luther's character always surprised me, none more so than he was familiar with Yannick's baseball career and a huge fan. We walked up to Luther's condo so Yannick could autograph a photo Luther had on his bedroom wall and I realized where I'd seen Yannick before. I'd stared at his photo while I'd fucked Luther. If I'd thought Yannick was a stud before, seeing him again in his baseball uniform confirmed it and I knew I had to get naked with him. After we left the condo we walked along the beach in silence for awhile.

"How many guys have you had sex with, Yannick?" I asked suddenly.

He blushed. "A few. Not a lot, but a few."

I snorted. "A few as in a few hundred, a few thousand?"

He threw his head back and bellowed with laughter.

"A few thousand? What the hell do you think I am?"

"Hey, don't get all hoity toity with me. I remember reading about that athlete that confessed he'd had sex with over ten thousand women. And another one said he'd screwed at least five thousand."

He made a show of counting silently on his fingers and then he bent over and counted his toes. He looked so cute doing it I slapped his ass and nearly knocked him over.

"You like my ass?" he grinned.

"First things first, how many thousand?

"Maybe a couple hundred women and about a dozen guys."

I couldn't tell if he was joking or serious because his dark eyes were dancing with mischief.

"Wow. So why me? Just a vacation fuck? Don't be shy with the truth. I've had my share of vacation sex."

"Can't it be just because you swept me off my feet the first time I saw you walking across the lobby? You didn't even see me but you knocked me totally off my pins. I followed you out to the surf and it was all I could do not to suck your cock underwater. Is it okay that I just want you to go to bed with me?"

I brushed his windblown hair with my hand.

"You're a nice guy, Yannick. You may want people to think you're a pig but you're really not so bad, are you?'

"So you'll come to my room. I'm in room 617.

"Yeah, you told me. How I'm going to get there without it seeming like it's just for a fuck is what I'm concerned about."

He was silent, thinking.

"You play chess?" he asked.

"Sure, I love the game."

"Great, can we walk past your manager when we get back to the hotel?"

We did. We walked past Mauricio, Mr. Patel, and Steve deep in conversation at the lobby front desk.

I walked on toward the employee locker room and Yannick headed toward the elevators.

"Now don't forget, Rowdy," he yelled across the lobby, "you're playing chess with me in my room in half an hour!"

"I'm gonna play chess, Yannick, you're gonna lose," I yelled back.

I glanced at the management triumvirate and they were in awe, Mauricio's mouth literally hanging open. Naturally, they would know who Yannick was and a celebrity in the hotel was essentially given carte blanche. In the locker room I showered and changed into my typical casual daily Florida attire -- flip-flops, shorts, and a Bucs tee shirt. Shortly afterward I was knocking on the door to room 617. Yannick opened the door, fully dressed in his baseball uniform and cleats. I was surprised and he grinned at me.

"Well, you agreed with Luther when he said I look hot in my uniform. I thought you might like to see me in it up close and personal."

I grinned at him. "You've never had any ego problems, have you? It's true. You do look good enough to eat in that getup. You can't imagine what those tight pants do for you."

"Come sit beside me."

We sat on the couch near the balcony door. Yannick's room was one of our suites designed for a vacationing couple. It was a bedroom that also had a sitting room arrangement on the end closest to the balcony. He sat close to me, my bare leg pressed against his uniform pants and I was surprised at the heat that came from his leg. He smelled of soap and a strong cinnamon-flavored mouthwash. I had a brief moment of worry as I hoped my toothpaste was sufficient. There's nothing that can spoil the romance like bad breath. I needn't have worried as his next move was to move his face to mine and press his lips gently to mine. It was a light kiss and his tongue traced my lips, wetting them, and I tasted the cinnamon. I was absolutely trembling with passion when he pulled back. I hadn't expected to react so strongly to him.

"I want you," he said softly as his lips brushed my face.

I couldn't stand it anymore and I grabbed head with my hand and kissed him fiercely, my tongue probing his mouth in a swordfight with his own tongue. I pulled him down with me as I collapsed onto the couch and he was on top of me. I felt my precum in my shorts and on my thigh because I hadn't worn any underwear. I lay under him as we kissed passionately and his mouth tasted so goddamn good. I've always loved cinnamon and it was like the nectar of the gods sucking it out of his mouth.

His hands were under my shirt playing with my nipples as my arms surrounded him, pulling his body to mine. I'd never made out with a man who was in such incredible shape. I felt the powerful muscles in his back and squeezed his tight ass. He had his athletic cup on and it pressed into my crotch, hard and sexy, as he pushed it into my genitals with the fucking motions he was making. His body covered mine completely and it seemed he was exploring every part of my body. He'd pushed my flip-flops off and was rubbing my feet with his, his cleats still on, one hand now pressing my head into the couch as he kissed me hard and sucked my tongue into his mouth.

At last we stopped kissing after what seemed like forever, gasping for breath, and he smiled down at me, kissing the tip of my nose.

"Let's take this to the bed," he whispered.

Yannick stood up and pulled me to my feet, his warm hand holding mine, and he led me over to the bed. He pulled my tee shirt off me and then pushed me back onto the bed, my legs hanging over the edge. He lifted them and kissed my feet before his lips traveled up my legs slowly, kissing and licking me. Finally he was at my crotch and I felt his mouth cover my penis. Within seconds my shorts were wet as he gently bit and mouthed my hard erection. He pulled my balls out of my shorts through the loose leg opening and sucked them, first one, then the other, and finally both of them together in his mouth. I pushed his head away from me.

"I don't want to come yet," I moaned.

"I want you to," laughed softly.

He raised my legs again and pulled my shorts off me completely and then I was naked for him while he was still fully dressed in his uniform. He continued to kneel beside the bed and then pushed my ass up, throwing my legs over my shoulders. I felt the air on my anus before his lips covered it, his tongue pushing against it, trying to enter my most private place. My body quivered like jelly as he made love to my asshole. It finally gave way to his tongue and I felt its wet warmth enter into my body. I couldn't stand it anymore and I began to pant hard as my body jerked, ready to ejaculate my load. He suddenly moved from my asshole to suck my cock into his mouth. I yelled as my semen began to shoot furiously into his mouth. Never in my life had I experienced such an orgasm. When I finally stopped shaking, he was laying beside me, holding my naked body in his arms, his leg thrown over mine.

"What's with the scar on your neck? It looks like a rope burn," he asked as he kissed it.

"Oh, I had a bad run in with a rope when I was a teenager."

I didn't intend to give him the details and he continued to kiss my neck and shoulders, biting and sucking the skin.

"You don't know how much I've wanted to taste you, to eat your ass out and swallow your cum. It's all I could think of since I first saw you. I've blown several loads in this room masturbating and thinking of you."

His voice was low with emotion.

"My turn," I whispered into his neck.

I sat up and pushed him back onto the bed. I stood up at the edge of the bed and lifted his feet. I licked the leather of his cleats before untying them with my teeth, all the while looking into his dark brown eyes. They were filled with sexual passion. I could see it in his face, feel it in the tenseness of his muscles. I pulled his shoes off and then sucked his toes through his white tube socks before pulling them off with my teeth. I kissed his bare feet and sucked each toe, my tongue licking between each of them before licking and kissing the soles of his feet, nibbling at his ankles.




Hotel - Room 617



"Oh, god," he moaned, his eyes closed now, "no one's ever done that before. Oh, fuck."

I grabbed his hands and pulled him up so I could remove his shirt. I kissed his chest and down his stomach until I reached his pants. Then I threw his legs over my shoulders and buried my face in his crotch. I slowly opened the waist of his pants before pulling them down his legs and off him. I left his jock strap on, the athletic protector looking obscene under the mesh of the jock, his wild pubic hair sticking through the mesh holes. He was trembling and I rolled him over onto his stomach. I pulled his ass up so he was on his knees, his chest and face still pressed against the bed, and I buried my face in his ass as I pulled the hard muscled butt cheeks apart.

I discovered a prize in the crevice of his ass. His body was basically hairless except for his armpits and crotch but I discovered thick black curls between his cheeks. I licked from where the split in his buttocks began at his lower back all the way down to where his jock strap covered his balls. Yannick pushed his ass back into my face, begging me to eat his ass. It was obvious Yannick's ass had been eaten out before. He was totally enjoyed my mouth on his ass but he wasn't writhing like an epileptic as I had been. I kissed his ass and gently bit at his buttocks as I varied my lovemaking. He kept pushing his ass into my face and then when he began to groan and grunt, I stopped. The hair inside his trench was totally wet, plastered to his skin, and there were rivulets of my spit rolling down his ass into his jock strap, to bottom of which was wet.

I rolled him over again and his eyes were closed, his tanned face flushed red, and his breathing hard. I pulled his jock strap off his body in one quick motion and the athletic cup popped off with it. His cock sprung free from the cup and I could redness where the erection had been constricted. His balls were churning inside their smooth sack as they fell free and I discovered Yannick had huge testicles in a low hanging sack that hung so low it touched the bed between his legs.

I lowered myself onto the bed beside him. His eyes were closed and he seemed almost in a trance.

"I'm going to make love to you now, Little John," I whispered, "I want to explore every inch of your body. Can you stand it?"

He opened his eyes and grinned, his eyes full of mischievous devilment.

"I think so."

I put my face into his neck and chewed on his collarbone, bit at his neck, and sucked it, determined to leave my mark for him to see for a few days at least. The scent of his skin drove me wild, the smell of soap and the smooth clean skin. Plus, Yannick had his own scent, his pheromones giving him his own signature smell as his skin released the faintest fresh sweat on his body. It was as though there was an animal attraction, as though we were wolves mating. Never in my life had anyone brought out such sexual passion in me, male or female. I moved down to his armpits, pushing his arms back against the bed as I licked the drops of sweat from them, chewed on his thick pit hair, and swallowed the curls that had broken off into my mouth.

I ran my hands over his chest, my long fingers lightly tracing his muscles, his ribs, teasing his nipples into hard erect nubs that I flicked and twisted gently. I kissed my way from his neck down to a nipple and sucked it into my mouth. Yannick's back arched and he let out a loud moan. One of his hands seized my head and began to twist my hair between his fingers, forcing my mouth to stay on his nipple. The other hand tore at my naked back. If he'd had long finger nails he'd have drawn blood. As it was, I felt the pinch of the skin of his fingers as they pulled along the flesh of my back.

I pushed my head against the hand that was pulling my hair and moved to his other nipple. The nipple I left was purple and hard and I saw a few hairs matted to the skin around it. I'd not noticed the faint hairs surrounding his nipples until I'd wet them and they stuck to his tanned skin. His back arched again and I forced him back down onto the bed so I could continue to explore his magnificent body. He was panting, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. I kissed my way down his chest and rigid abs, licking the sweat from his skin. Sweat had pooled inside his belly button and I sucked it out, tasting the faint saltiness of it along with his unique fragrance. Yannick was moaning, whimpering like he was crying, as I reached his erect penis standing at an almost ninety degree angle from his pubic bone, leaning to the left. I had been right. The rim of his foreskin was white from the pressure of the thick bell shaped head and I kissed the tip, licking his precum from it and off his skin where it had poured out. I buried my nose in the wild black curls of his pubes as I sucked and chewed the precum juices that had slid into that little forest.

"Be careful, baby," he whispered, "the foreskin's tight when I'm hard and you have to be gentle as you slide it back over the corona."

I moved down and lay between his thighs before I took his balls into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue, and he yelled as he pushed my head away from them. He wrapped his legs around my shoulders and back as he screamed.

"I'm cumming! Oh, fuck, here it comes!"

Yannick was literally bouncing on the bed as he lifted his ass in a frantic fucking motion and I grabbed his cock in my hand, pulling it back and up, pointing it in my face. I watched as the first white spurt shot out of the little slit in his penis. It hit me on the cheek and then his cock was spewing forth his cum like a fucking volcano erupting, all over my face and neck, before his erection finally lost its tumescence and fell into the pube forest.

Yannick was still and I leaned over him, lying down on him completely, our naked bodies hot against each other. He opened his eyes and looked into mine.

"Lick your cum off my face and then feed it to me from your mouth," I whispered.

His tongue came out his mouth and he began to lick my face like a mother cat washes her kitten. It felt so sexy and intimate to have him lick my face, his tongue scraping against the shaved beard of my cheeks. I watched as his cum filled his mouth and then he grinned at me as he kissed me, pushing his hot semen into my mouth. I still detected a faint trace of cinnamon on his lips and I smiled to myself. We kissed for what seemed an eternity as we shared his cum, both us finally swallowing it all, my tongue cleaning the last of it from his mouth. By then my penis was rigid again, on fire for more of his lovemaking. I kissed down his chest, pausing to suck the residual cum from his penis and the pool of drops in his pubic hair. I pushed his legs above him, his thighs resting on his chest, as I again attacked his asshole with my mouth. It was still wet but I'd seen the bottle of lubricant he'd put on the nightstand. I wanted him to enjoy being fucked by me and I poured some on his asshole. I pushed one finger in and kneaded his ass inside, then another, and finally a third one. Yannick's breathing was getting labored again. I rolled him onto his stomach without any resistance.

I poured some of the lubricant on my cock and rubbed it in, jacking my cock a few seconds to get it fully hard again. I looked at Yannick's face and he was watching me with what looked like love in his eyes. I gripped his buttocks in my hands and massaged them hard. His ass was incredible to me and I pried it open with both hands, pulling it so tight his puckered little hole opened wide and I could see the dark pinkness of the canal inside him. The beauty of it caused my penis to jerk and I saw a little pearl of precum pop out my piss hole. I was breathing hard again as I positioned my cock at his little treasure, the sexy little rosebud.

Yannick was lying on his stomach, his beautiful face turned to one side, and again I marveled at how incredibly gorgeous he was, Adonis in the twenty-first century. His back muscles were tense as he prepared for me to fuck him and I didn't delay. I entered him completely in one quick thrust and he cried out, his hand grabbing at the sheet. I hadn't meant to penetrate him completely but I'd kissed and licked his sphincter muscle into submission and the added lubricant made entry easier than I'd expected. 

"Am I hurting you?"

"God no, I never expected it to feel so damn good, Rowdy. It's been so long since my ass has been fucked," he moaned softly. "Fuck me harder, baby."

Yannick's ass was tighter than any woman I'd ever fucked, still tighter than Luther's and it felt goddamn good. Richard had fucked my ass and Ringo I wasn't totally sure about. We'd been so high on his marijuana that I barely remembered being naked in his hotel room. I was fairly sure we'd fucked each other, at least that's what Ringo blabbed to Steve, and Steve had nearly cum in his britches as he related the story to me. Had he not already left the state by the time Steve told me how Ringo had yakked to every goddamn person he saw about "fucking Rowdy", then I'd have been fired for beating the shit out of him right in the lobby.

Yannick lifted his calves as he bent his knees and his feet pressed softly into my sides, his lower calves rubbed me gently and I leaned over him, kissing his back and licking the sweat from it. Then I lowered myself onto him as I plunged inside his asshole again.

"Relax, Little John, your back muscles are tight as hell," I whispered into his ear.

I kissed his neck, nibbled at his earlobe, and chewed his black hair gently.

"God, Rowdy, I don't want this to ever end. I've never had anyone fuck me like you."

I stopped pumping my cock into him briefly to relish the warm feeling of filling his hole completely, the feeling of his ass muscles gripping my penis as his own penis jerked with passion. I knew I couldn't take much more and I began to bounce on his ass, fucking him for all I was worth, pulling out of him completely before slamming my cock back until my pubes smashed into his ass. I was fucking him so hard I felt the almost painful pull of my penis skin pulling back from the head.

"Oh my god!" he screamed. That's the spot, that's it." 

My cock had found his prostate as I pounded him and Yannick began to jerk.

"It's perfect, Rowdy," he moaned, "perfect. Your cock's hitting the spot every goddamn time."

Yannick's moans became more like the purring of a cat and it seemed almost as if he was weeping. I kissed his neck and shoulders, nipped them gently with my teeth, and fucked his ass hard with long, deep thrusts. Just when I was beginning to wonder how much longer I could possibly last, Yannick had one last powerful spasm as he arched his back and lifted us both off the bed before he collapsed. I felt his asshole grip my cock like a vise as his orgasm began. His asshole squeezed harder with each shot of his cum onto the bed and in the midst of his orgasm, mine began. I felt my cock unload my hot semen into his ass and it seemed it would never end. My balls ached as the last drops of my semen shot into him. I slumped down onto his back, totally spent, my face buried in his neck.

When I woke I was curled next to him, his back to my chest and his beautiful head lying on my arm, as close together as spoons in a drawer. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and realized I had to be at work in less than an hour. Our lovemaking and the exhausted sleep that followed had taken six hours. I kissed his neck and he stirred.

"I'm sorry, sleeping beauty, but I've got to get ready to go to work," I whispered in his ear. "It's gonna be fun explaining how we played a six hour chess game. I hope to god you're really a good chess player. Mr. Patel's a first class player and he's liable to challenge you to a game after this."

Yannick's eyes opened and he grinned.

"I was the champion all through high school and college. I'll smear his ass into the ground."

We sat up in the middle of the bed and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling my face to his to kiss me. Our kisses were soft and gentle after the passion of our sexual encounter. After a few minutes of kisses, he spoke again in a low voice.

"You've really got to go, Rowdy?" I didn't think you went to work until late in the afternoon."

"I'm sorry but today's Jamie's day off and Eileen's got exams at USF. Since they fired two other people we're short staffed. I'm working a double shift."

I stood up and grabbed my clothes, getting dressed quickly before temptation to stay with him overcame me. It would have been so easy to fall into his arms again and I wanted it so much it almost overrode my concern about being fired. But I really needed the job. Yannick had lain back down on his stomach as I finished dressing and I leaned over and kissed his sexy ass, pulling the cheeks apart for one last lick of ass pussy, before I walked toward the door.

"Promise me we'll do this again," Yannick called after me.

"We will."

I left his room and took the elevator to the lobby. I quickly walked into the employee locker room and took a quick shower. I had a towel wrapped around my waist and was headed to my locker when Steve walked into the room.

"How was the chess game?" he grinned.

I dropped the towel, naked before him, teasing him as I did regularly, and I saw him swallow hard, his eyes on my penis. I flexed the penis muscles, making it move, and I knew Steve wanted to suck me off so bad it was killing him. Eventually I'd have to give in and let him have his way with me. I almost wasn't dreading that encounter anymore.

"The game was wonderful. Yannick's fantastic."

"Who won?"

I chuckled. "Oh, I did. Was there any doubt?"

Steve laughed. "Well, if Mauricio asks about the game I suggest you answer him while you're fully clothed. I can see the hickeys on your neck and shoulders where he captured your piece."

I grinned and pulled my shirt on. "You think the collar's high enough?"

He reached over and pulled the collar up a bit. His fingers caressed my neck a little longer than was necessary.

"Oh, I think it'll do."



Hotel Room



She led him along the hotel corridor, by the end of his tie, as he clambered behind her carrying both their bags. Arriving at the correct door she stopped but did not turn to face him. Yanking his tie she forced him forward and he fumbled with the key.

She sat herself down on the corner of the bed and kicked off her shoes. He stood just inside the doorway, eyes pointed downwards, holding the bags, waiting.

"Leave your stuff by the door and put my bag over there" she instructed casually flicking her fingers in a general direction.

He faltered slightly not really knowing where her bag was supposed to go but eventually placed it beside a large armchair. 

"Oi!" She barked, clicking her fingers and demanding his attention.

He scurried back in front of her and stood bolt upright but with his head properly bowed.

"Down!" She instructed, still wearing her sunglasses and now curling her toes into the deep sumptuous carpet. 

Instantly he dropped to his knees and, shaking slightly, assumed his position.

"Preeeesent!" Came the instruction in a rather military tone.

His hips jutted forwards thrusting his still clothed groin out towards her. His thighs always pulled when she made him assume this position and he could only hope that he wouldn't be stuck this way for too long. 

"You are such a slut!" Came her observation "Just look at that!"

His eyes were already pointing downwards and he didn't have to look to know what she meant. His cock was hard and erect inside his trousers and already causing a small damp patch through the dark grey material. He flinched as her toes rose to meet his arousal and her touch only provoked him all the more. Her eyes smiled from behind her shades.

-o-

She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a white fluffy robe. He had been waiting for the best part of an hour, naked, and mainly on his knees, having run her bath and folded her discarded clothes. He felt so vulnerable and exposed being naked all the time but knew she liked to look at him and enjoyed feeling her gaze flitter over his skin.

His erection had waned and his now flaccid cock rested calmly between his closed thighs. She giggled as she walked past him, seeing the shrivelled penis twitch slightly at her reappearance, but she didn't stop. She carried on doing whatever she was doing as if he wasn't even there. 

He wondered if she might dress, remain in the bath robe, or taunt him with her own exposure. She chose the bath robe and reclining in the chair she folded her legs, allowing her foot to bounce in front of him. He let out a muted sigh.

"What's the matter with you?!" She asked. He dare not answer.

"Want my toes in your mouth... don't you?" She taunted him as his cock twitched again. "You should be so lucky!" 

She hadn't let up since they had arrived in the car park. Tormenting and teasing, chiding and controlling. He wondered if she might have relaxed just a little after the bath but she hadn't and he sensed that tonight wouldn't be easy.

"Come here!" Her fingers clicked again.

He shuffled on his hands and knees until he was just in front of her. He could smell the fresh soapy scent and a hint of fragrant shampoo. 

"Preeesent!" 

Again, his hips lunged forwards, his semi-aroused cock bobbing in response.

She unfolded her legs and placed the sole of each foot over the curve of each of his shoulders, keeping her knees slightly bent and flexing against him as if she might force him backwards. Instead, she peeled the robe away from her and exposed herself, making him groan uncontrollably on the spot. His cock grew harder.

"Now then... you slut! If you THIS is what you want... you'll have to be a VERY good boy!"

He flinched and groaned under his breath.

"Won't you!" She barked.

His throat was so dry he could hardly speak but he managed to mumble some kind of assent.

She reached forwards and thoughtlessly grasped his now firm penis and dragged him over towards the bed. 

She made him sit at the foot of the bed and lay back with his knees bent and his feet still planted firmly on the floor. Luckily the bed wasn't too high or he might not have reached. Short of anchor points she decided to leave his upper body free and just bungee his ankles to the wheels at the corner of the bed. Having applied a silken swathe as a blindfold she stepped out of the robe and applied a comfortable vest and knickers. He could hear her moving around and knew that he wasn't even remotely restrained but that didn't matter. He wanted her to take what she wanted from him and gladly surrendered for her delight. 

Having found the items she needed within her holdall she climbed up onto the bed and matter-of-factly straddled across his chest, facing down along his body. Shit! He thought. Now he was pinned.

He flinched and giggled as she ran her fingernails along his torso. She amused herself with the spasms of his cock. Adjusting her calves so they wrapped underneath his armpits she sat back gently pressing her curvaceous backside into his face. No real warning. No time to catch his breath. He swooned to feel her close in around his nose and mouth, the curves of her behind snuggling over his face. He groaned again. She didn't hear it, but she felt it and lifted her hips just enough for him to breath.

Carefully, she applied some medical gloves. Gently stroking down her thighs first to ensure they were comfortably in place. Next, she flicked open a large bottle of lubricant and splattered it over his cock. He jumped at the cold slithery feel and his cock didn't seem to like it very much. Smiling, she took hold of it and massaged firmly to ensure it was primed and ready.

He felt so heady and greedy while she worked her hands over him. He wanted to orgasm but knew he mustn't. He wanted to struggle against her but his head was more or less immobile and his shoulders were held firmly in place by the weight of her. Suddenly, he squealed into her knickers as she plucked out a few stray pubic hairs, feeling his legs pull at the binds around his ankles. She smiled in response. 

She watched his responses carefully and his cock told her the truth. He liked the little plucks of pain. The glans grew engorged and shone a little in the light - a small globule of pre-cum forming at the tip. He's ready, she thought, smiling again outwardly.

He felt her take him in her hand again, firmly this time, not stroking, but holding his hard cock motionless. She gripped hard and pulled it up and away from his body, making him shiver and grow even more erect. Then he felt the cool lube again, just at the head of his cock this time. A little seeped into his opening.

Carefully, she held the meatus and wiped the tip and shaft of the long metal rod along the opening, to coat it in lubricant. She felt his body freeze below her and knew he was now paying attention, all fantasy notions erased from his mind. Carefully and adeptly, she moved the wand and allowed the rounded tip to find the outside limit of his urethra. He tensed, and then shuddered as gravity drew the length of the probe deep within his now aching cock. She purred at the sight of the shiny object now jutting out of his cock by a few centimetres. Softly, she stroked his shaft and watched the metal tip bob up and down.

He groaned and sighed feeling like his cock had been filled with lead. The weight of the sound pressed down against him inside and he felt a slight burning sensation. Surely she wasn't going to make him peak with the probe in place -- it would hurt like hell! Instead she jiggled the end of the rod making it stir the inside of his urethra, almost tickling him from inside. Then, as her arse pressed down against his face firmly again, and as her hand gripped the base of his manhood, he felt the shot as she dragged the probe back out of him quickly. He was used to her using probes on him, and being toyed with in this way, but this new sensation was something else. He groaned loudly and wanted to bite into her flesh but instead pushed his head back against the mattress below him as he crushed handfuls of bedding between his white-knuckled fingers.

She let him have air again and gently stroked the underside of his cock, reaching down to his balls. She loved to see them squirm and contort in their skin under her touch and today was no exception. Spreading lube from her gloved hands she massaged his scrotum and nipped at his skin. His cock, although assaulted still remained hard and apparently hungry.

-o-

Having let him recover for a few moments she started to work on his cock again. Each time she felt the shaft harden and spasm she flicked his balls with her fingers. He squirmed against her every time. She had let him empty his balls the night before last, knowing she would need his controllable yet prone to her torment. Still his balls seemed full and this amused her. The torture would be more delicious as a result. 

His mind was swimming and his cock felt so different. He could still feel where the sound had been and it felt so good as she manipulated him with her still gloved hands. He had produced an orgasm as per her instructions only 36 hours ago but the hunger, need and ache felt more powerful now. He wanted to cum. He was forbidden. His reward would be suffering.

She moved down from above him and relocated herself on a stool at the end of the bed. She unhooked the cord from around his ankles and told him to hold his knees in the air. He did as instructed and exposed his balls, perineum and anus to her just as another application of cool lube covered him. He knew what was coming, or thought he did, and tried his best to relax and be still.

She massaged his balls a little longer, feeling them between her fingers as she listened to his now more vocal groans. Slowly her fingertips lowered and began to massage over his perineum finding a sensitive spot and making him jump. Then she found his arse and without hesitation, having massaged it gently, preparing it and making it relax, she slipped two fingers inside him as far as she could reach. He yelped a little yet seemed to push down against her fingers. Any protestations would not wash with her today. 

"This.... arse... is.... Mine....!!!" She stated with each thrust of her fingers.

"Oh, my god! Yes.... Yes... YES!!!!" He cried.

"And, now that I know everything is full working order, you are going to set to work!" 



Hotel - Room 707



I sighed with relief as I entered the hotel bar that Friday afternoon. It was Labor Day weekend, always an intensely busy period for a hotel on Clearwater Beach, on any Florida beach. Memorial Day and July 4th are also incredibly busy times as well but Labor Day weekend is total madness as hundreds of thousands of people seek to enjoy the last weekend of the summer before school. The big spring break craze falls into a completely separate category. Not only are there official hotel guests, thousands of Floridians from surrounding counties flock to the beach for the day. Most people don't realize it only takes about three hours to drive from coast to coast in Florida so those who live in the center can be at a beach in about an hour and a half, closer areas in less time. As long as a Floridian has a car and gas he easily can spend the day at the beach. Guests had begun pouring into the hotel on Thursday afternoon, a weekend party crowd determined to live it up. Only an Elvis sighting would bring in a more wild and crazy bunch of people.

The big three weekends are a great time to be a bartender. You can make a couple thousand dollars in tips and you can fuck until your cock is completely numb and your nuts feel like you've had a knee in the groin. I probably could have sex with a hundred people or more if it were physically possible. The party crowd that flows through the bar hits on every bartender. When I get off work and put on a bathing suit to cruise the beach I could fuck another hundred. Some people just lose every inhibition when they get to the beach and would fuck naked in the sand if the law allowed it. To say I look forward to the big three is the understatement of the century.

All of our bartenders work double shifts on holiday weekends. The hotel hires temps from the local bartending school; also former employees who have gone on to other careers but are grateful for the extra cash. As I came into the bar that afternoon I saw our regular staff and several new faces. I'd been off for two days because I'd been promoted to assistant bar manager and had a grueling weekend schedule ahead of me. As I headed for the employee locker room to change into my Nike's I bumped into Steve, the bar manager. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his small office.

"There's a guy who was here looking for you, Rowdy, name's Matt Logan. He's in Room 707. Why don't you go up and seem him before you come into work?"

Matt Logan. I hadn't seen him in almost ten years and we'd only been acquaintances, not close friends. I looked at Steve, suddenly suspicious of his generous offer to let me go see a personal friend instead of reporting to work at our busiest time.

"That's nice of you, Steve. You sure you don't want me to report in? I could see Matt on a break later or maybe I could call him and have him sit at the bar."

Steve looked uncomfortable. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and turned us toward his office door.

"No, no, buddy; you go see your friend. And if you need anything, Rowdy, don't hesitate to ask me. You know I'm here for you, right?"

He squeezed my shoulder and from the pained look in his eyes I knew something was wrong.

"What's up, Steve? I haven't seen Matt in almost ten years."

"Trust me, Rowdy, just go see him now. He seems like a really nice guy."

I felt sick in the pit of my stomach.

"Okay, I'll go. Thanks, Steve. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Don't worry about it, Rowdy. He's your friend and you haven't seen him in years. I've got enough people here to cover for you. Take all the time you need. Take the whole weekend if you want."

I felt sweat on my neck as I walked away. I had no idea what Matt would be doing here or how he even knew I worked here. All I could think of was old wounds being torn open again. I walked toward the elevators, still puzzled why a voice from the past would suddenly appear. I realized I'd have passed it off as Matt having come to Clearwater just for Labor Day if I hadn't seen Steve's face as he spoke to me. Steve didn't rattle easily and he was obviously out of sorts. I got off on the seventh floor and walked to 707, took a deep breath and knocked. There was a brief silence and I thought Matt must have gone down to the beach. Then the door opened and he stood before me barefoot and in jeans, pulling on a dark blue shirt. I couldn't believe how incredibly handsome he was. The Matt I remembered had been a gawky kid who had worn black horn rimmed glasses and most definitely had given no sign he'd grow up to look like this. He was a total stud that radiated a sexual presence, his black hair tousled as if he'd jumped out of bed, the blue of the shirt making his eyes seem purple, with a dark five o'clock shadow.

He smiled and stepped back into the room for me to enter.

"Rowdy, come on in! It's been such a long time."

"What, nine, ten years?"

"Ten," he laughed. "I can see I made a real impression on you."

"So, are you here on vacation?"

"Yeah, I made my reservation weeks ago before I even knew you worked here. I've always heard how beautiful the beaches are here so I decided to find out for myself. Plus I had a meeting in Orlando for my job."

I felt a sense of relief. Nothing could be wrong if he'd made his reservations so long ago.

"Here, let's have a seat."

We sat on the couch by the balcony window.

"I'll come straight to the point, Rowdy. Your parents are both dead, died two days ago."

I was stunned even though I hadn't seen or heard from them in ten years. We sat in silence for awhile and then I spoke.

"What happened?"

"It isn't a pretty story, Rowdy. Your mother killed your father with a shotgun and then shot herself. She didn't leave a note but I think most people can figure out why."

After all I'd been through with them I still felt tears sting my eyes although I didn't cry. Matt saw my emotion and put his hand on mine.

"I'm sorry, Rowdy, I know what you went through and this is probably still hard for you. I had no idea you worked here until Rose Marie asked me to tell you. I guess you must have written her and told her you're here. When Alicia told them I was coming here for the Labor Day weekend, Rose Marie and Mary Alice wanted me to tell you."

I'd never written either of my sisters. I hadn't seen or heard from them since I left El Paso.

"So is that it? I'm not sure why they would even want me to be notified," I said.

Matt stared at me for a moment.

"They don't want you at the funeral. They were afraid you'd hear about it and come. I'm sorry, Rowdy, there's a lot of bitterness there."

"Don't be. I didn't know and if I had I wouldn't have gone anyway. I wouldn't have done anything."

My voice was sharper than I wanted it to be and I saw surprise in his eyes.

"I'm not attacking you, Matt. You know that. You're just the messenger here. I take it you told Steve because he seemed all weird when he sent me up here."

"Yeah," he replied, "I told him because he got a little huffy and told me you don't have time to socialize on Labor Day weekend. He said anything I wanted to say could be said sitting at the bar or on the Tuesday after Labor Day. So I told him and he changed his tune right away. He really cares a lot about you, Rowdy. I'm glad you have such friends."

I nodded and sat silent for several minutes while Matt watched tennis on television. As if in a trance, I sat and stared at Matt's bare feet, seeing them and not seeing them. In any case, his feet were beautiful, the kind of feet you see on a man in a magazine advertisement. I almost laughed when I realized I was avoiding thinking about my parents' awful deaths by focusing on a man's bare feet. Freud would have had field day with that one. Finally I stood to leave.

"Look, can we get together a little later maybe? I need to be alone for awhile."

He stood and hugged me tight, patting me on the back. I was surprised because we hadn't been that close.

"I'll be here and I'd really like to spend some time with you. It's been a long time."

"Good, I'll see you later then."

I left the room quickly and took the elevator to the lobby. I put my Nikes in my locker and walked onto the beach. It was 5:20 PM and the beach crowd was thinning. Most of the vacationers had either gone to their rooms to get ready for supper or were already eating. Still, the beach was more crowded than it was at this time normally. I saw a few girls -- and guys -- giving me the eye as I slowly walked toward Pier 60. I walked in the surf, the water cooling my feet as they sunk in the wet sand. When I walked, and sometimes when I ran, I liked to do it in the surf for the added weight pull toughening the workout. Now it was comforting.

I'd hated my father intensely and had probably hated my mother even more because I had absolutely no respect for her. I hated her for allowing him to abuse me year unmercifully after year without one damn word of support from her. We'd followed my father around the world as he moved from base to base. He liked Germany and France and along the way I'd become fluent in their languages, something that arrogant bastard had never even made an effort to do. Growing up I admired him as all children admire and love their parents. Even with as my hatred of him grew I still had a grudging respect for him, I suspect because of his impeccable military skills and the fact he was a war hero. My father had always slapped me around but I really learned my hatred for them starting around age eight when suddenly my parents began to pressure me and became very involved in my education. It wasn't a parental interest in seeing me do well. It was a fetish. My father was a high ranking officer everywhere we went; eventually culminating in his being named a general after his experiences in the first Iraq War, then the second Iraq invasion, and the Afghanistan war.

Dad and Mom were obsessed with the idea that I had to be the best at everything; shine for Dad to make him look good, bragging to his cronies that his son would follow the family tradition at West Point. I did well in school from the beginning but I was considered a goof off with an attitude that started with the first whipping from my father. One of my teachers called him and told him I wasn't paying attention in class and hell split open. School expectations, course levels, and teacher skills vary from base to base, country to country. Some are excellent and some are god awful. I'd spent my kindergarten, first, and second grade years schooled in Okinawa. The school was wonderful and challenging although I didn't realize it at the time. Dad was transferred and I had a new school for third grade. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either.

By the time we arrived at Fort Bliss, I was fifteen and in the tenth grade. I'd moved through five schools in four countries and Dad had requested Bliss because he was born in El Paso. It was going to be his final station before his retirement. Fort Bliss is located in two states, most in New Mexico but part in western Texas near El Paso. We'd spend a lot of off time in El Paso because Dad's sister, Arleen, lived there with her two daughters Lena and Nancy. Both were older than me, Lena seventeen and Nancy nineteen. Arleen was seven years older than Dad and had been divorced four times. It wasn't really clear to me why Dad wanted to retire to El Paso. He'd been gone so long he didn't know anyone and he and Arleen were not even close. It was easy to understand why. She was a total bitch, as were her daughters, and with Dad being a controlling bastard, civil conversation was rare. Mom was always such a whining whipped dog her opinion didn't matter to either of them.

It was hard for a child to understand why his mother won't defend him against the abuse and cruelty dished out anyone. Mom never once tried to interfere as my father beat and punished me. Instead she actually went along with it, sometimes slapping my face when she knew I'd done something that my father would be angry about when he came home from work in the evening. He treated me like shit, beat me all the time, and her only response was a milquetoast whine that I needed to not upset my father. In retrospect I realized that I shouldn't have expected anything else. If she'd protested, he'd have knocked her to the floor. The only time I saw her seem really happy was when my twin sisters were born and even then I couldn't understand why. Why would she be happy to bring two female children into the world for him to beat and abuse? He never missed the chance to say the only purpose in life for a woman was to stay barefoot and pregnant. Mom would've had a baby every year if her ovaries had worked. The twins were born because the planets were aligned right in the heavens. Or maybe were misaligned, I should say. They had to be my father's children because Mom was too chicken shit to have ever had an affair.

My father would always make me pull my pants down so he could whip my naked ass with his belt and I'm not ashamed to say I cried a lot. If fucking hurt, not to mention it was humiliating, particularly after puberty began. When I first started to sprout pubic hair, Mom walked past during one of my ass beatings. She stopped to stare at my crotch and commented that I'd begun to grow hair 'down there' and I needed to be more of a man. 'Stop crying and take the punishment I deserved like a man' she said. The girls were born when I was twelve and the hair started the same year. I vowed to myself that I'd be out of that hell hole before the girls were old enough to see my naked penis swinging in the breeze while my bare ass was getting beat. The only thing that was funny to me out of the beatings was a time when I was fourteen and my mother passed by during a session. She commented to my father that it looked like I took after the men in her family because my dick was already bigger than his. I proceeded to get an even worse beating as he took his frustration out on me. When he finished with me, he beat Mom with his fists and broke a rib and her nose.

When he beat Mom she always had to go to a doctor and hospital off base to avoid bringing attention to Dad's brutality. There were medical records of her beatings in every city we'd ever been in and Mom was too stupid to use a false name, something Dad never realized. It all came to the breaking point the week of Halloween. I don't deny I did wrong or that I deserved to be punished. It was the nature of the punishment that pushed me over the edge.

My father never really gave a damn about religion. Why should he when he was one of Lucifer's hell hounds on earth? But he played the game; the chaplains were important to him to help him exert his control over the military personnel. The farce he maintained with the chaplains gave him the guise of a god fearing man who was a patriotic zealot. My biology teacher was married to one of the chaplains and she was a fucking ignorant redneck. As would be expected, she not only didn't teach the theory of evolution, she ranted against it like a madwoman. One who believed in evolution not only faced certain damnation but needed to be 'cleansed by the blood of the lamb' to avoid contaminating other innocent minds. She invited her husband to the class to shed more light on the correct theory of divine creation. I've alluded to the fact I'm smarter than the average guy, not a MENSA member, but far from an idiot. With the luxury of hindsight I know now I was an idiot that day.

Chaplain Moses swept into the class like he was the personal messenger of the heavens. He proceeded to preach a load of bullshit while his good wife Dorothy sat behind her desk glaring at us like an avenging angel. I must have had a wild hair up my ass that day because I decided to take him on. I pointed out scientific evidence of the earth's age, dinosaur skeletons, etc. supported Darwin's theory of evolution, and I proceeded to whip the class into a total frenzy of questions the good chaplain couldn't answer. He left the classroom in a rage and when I got home that evening from football practice my father was waiting for me. He tied me to the headboard of the bed in my room, completely naked, and beat me until could see blood on the sheet beneath me. I was screaming and crying because he used a cane he'd gotten on a trip to Singapore. I stayed out of school until the following Tuesday recovering from the beating. And Mom? She added to the punishment by refusing to let me eat for two days, wailing about her wicked child from hell. She did this more for the effect it had on my sisters who had turned three. They were terrified of me, thinking I really was from the devil.

When I returned to school it was to a triumphant Dorothy Moses who immediately asked me to tell the class what I'd learned about divine creation. I kept silent and she wrote me up for insubordination. That same day two of my more criminal classmates urged me to join them in seeking revenge on the Moses family. During sixth period P.E. the three of us slipped out of the gym and I poured sugar into Mrs. Moses gas tank while David scratched the paint with a nail and Howard scratched the windshield with a diamond ring he'd stolen from his mother. Typical of my luck, Magdalena Moses, daughter of the chaplain, walked into the parking lot to put her books in the car before she went to cheerleading practice, something that was a serious infraction of school rules. Students were forbidden in the parking lot during school hours and now the spawn of Satan had caught us. 

Within fifteen minutes David, Howard, and I were in the principal's office with the accusing Magdalena and her mother. Naturally, Magdalena also being in the parking lot was 'not an issue' when I pointed it out to the principal. Fifteen minutes later Dad strode into the office, his face like thunder. He ripped his belt from his waist and in one sudden move pulled my gym shorts and jock strap to my ankles. I still had scabs from the previous week all over me as he began to scream and beat me. My eyes immediately went to Magdalena who was watching my penis flop around. Her eyes rose to meet mine and I could see the laughter in her eyes, the total scorn for me. Mrs. Moses smirked at me and occasionally nodded her head as if to say she was enjoying seeing me get my just desserts. Howard and David were in total shock, tears streaming down their cheeks in fear of Dad. The principal and everyone else kept their mouths shut, afraid to take on a general whose command also included the base schools. Suddenly Dad's belt buckle connected with my testicles and I almost fainted, the only thing that ended the beating because I collapsed to the floor. While on the floor, Howard's father and David's mother came into the office. My humiliation was complete. Dad kicked at me and ordered me to pull my shorts up and go home to await further punishment, part of which would be to get a job to pay for the damage to Mrs. Moses' car.

I wasted no time getting out of that office. I grabbed my bike and raced toward home without stopping for my books, my regular clothes, or anything because I knew what I had to do, what I was going to do. I went into the garage and got a rope and a chair. It took me only a couple of minutes to create a noose and throw the rope over a limb of the tree in our front yard. I stripped naked and jumped onto the chair, determined that when my body was discovered everyone who saw it would see the evidence of the abuse I'd suffered for years. Matt lived next door to us and I heard him yell as I kicked the chair out from under me. Looking back, I'm surprised that I felt no fear as I lost consciousness. I tried to jump up and down, to increase the pressure to break my neck. I didn't break my neck but I created a rope scar that will be there until I die.

As the world grew dark to me I felt only relief to be leaving it. Instead I awoke to find myself in a bed in the base hospital with a nurse checking my vital signs. My first words to her were regret that I hadn't blown my head off with my father's twelve gauge shotgun but that I'd take of that as soon I was released and sent home. The nurse totally freaked out at my statement. About that time my parents walked into the room, Mom looking like a whipped dog and Dad was angry I'd embarrassed him. I couldn't take it anymore and I began to scream hysterically that I was going to blow my brains out because I was tired of the years of his abuse. I screamed at the nurse and asked if she was fucking blind to the scars on my back and ass from continuous beatings. I saw anger in her face as she ran from the room. About half an hour later two civilian policemen came into the room and ordered my parents to leave. They examined my back as I told them how Dad beat us, how I feared for my sisters, how my mother was as guilty as him, and told of all the civilian doctors and hospitals over the world where she had emergency room records. I also told them I didn't expect them to do a goddamn thing because Dad was a general.




Hotel - Room 707



I think it might have been my last statement that prompted such an immediate response. I was shoved into an ambulance within minutes and taken to a civilian hospital in El Paso with armed police at the door. My parents were both immediately taken to the police station for questioning and were arrested two days later. The girls were removed from the home and placed in foster care. I was in the hospital psych ward for two months, during which time I was kept informed of what was going on with my family by a psychiatric social worker. Apparently the military brass advised Dad he'd better as quickly as possible before a court martial and a reduction of grade which would lower his retirement pay. Mom maintained to the bitter end that she'd never been abused by her loving husband. Dad retired and they moved to Las Cruces, New Mexico, somehow managing to regain custody of my sisters as Mom swore that I'd been a troublemaker since birth. Several of Dad's cohorts spoke in his defense and a few spineless teachers supported their story, chiefly the Moses family. No charges were ever filed against either of my parents. The social workers asked my Aunt Arleen if she would take custody of me but she refused. Good thing; there was no way in hell I'd have stayed with that bitch.

I ended up in the state foster care system, moving from home to home, city to city in Texas. I had a few good foster parents that lasted for only brief times. The bad ones I ran away from on several occasions, only to be brought back by the police. Within the Texas foster care system I became known as a major problem child, a real pain in the ass to my social workers. After having endured years of torment from my own father and after having attempted suicide, I was in no mood to put up with shit from anyone anymore. I became extremely aggressive, getting into fights and brawls all the time. One thing growing up on bases around the world will teach a military brat is how to fight and handle yourself. It's that, or your ass gets kicked every day. I chose to fight and with that background I fought a lot in the foster care system. I broke one foster father's nose after he shoved me against a wall because I beat his natural son to a pulp. His son was constantly grabbing my ass and trying to get me to have sex with him. In another great foster home I killed a Pomeranian dog because he kept biting me and my foster mother wouldn't do anything to control the little bastard. That act earned me a psych evaluation and two weeks in a mental ward before the psychiatrist decided I was not mentally ill; just too aggressive, but he also stated the woman should have controlled her dog. The cunt was dropped from the foster care program. Just one shit hole after the other, foster care can be hell on a kid.

At last I turned eighteen and I joined the army, the only life I really knew, eager to get away. Never once did my family attempt to contact me, not that I wanted them to hear or see any of them ever again. I also made the huge mistake of marrying before heading off to Iraq after completing basic, a marriage destined to end in a nasty divorce before I even returned to the states. After my discharge I moved to New York City and attended bar school. I figured I might try higher education later; much, much later. It gave me a headache to even think about being in another school. I tended bar in New York City until I moved to Clearwater with a buddy of mine who soon left me to fend for myself. That's how I ended up in my current little efficiency apartment.

And that's the story of how I came to find myself on the Clearwater beach nearing Pier 60.

My god, what a fuck ass crowd; the pier was a madhouse. Lost in a haze of reopening old wounds I'd forgotten how crowded Pier 60 gets, particularly on a holiday weekend. Pier 60 is named for Florida State Road 60 that terminates at the pier. It's a hive of activity, the central spot for people at the beach. It has a playground, a snack bar with an attached souvenir shop, and a long fishing pier. There's also a daily event called Sunsets at Pier 60, which includes street performers and musical acts. On the pier itself, there's a nightly display of goods sold by local artisans such as jewelry, candles, and other gift items, most just shit for tourists. On a holiday weekend, it's total chaos and packed tighter than Disney World in the height of the summer. Normally I don't mind so much and I enjoy spending time in the almost carnival atmosphere. That night it was more than I could stomach so I turned around and headed back the way I came, determined to walk as far as I could in a southerly direction.

As I neared the hotel again I saw Matt headed into the surf. He'd really turned into a total stud muffin. He was wearing a wide brimmed white cloth hat and a wild blue pair of miniscule bathing trunks with a pattern that looked like waves with occasional sea green streaks. From my distance his muscular body appeared hairless and perfect. He saw me and waved with a huge smile, yelling for me to join him. I knew he was married but suddenly I wanted nothing more than to have him inside me, to be fucked by him until I passed out. I wanted him so much I could taste it and yet he'd never made a sexual move toward me. I knew that I really wanted to be fucked hard by a military man, preferably older, but Matt would do. Like me, his father had been a military officer so Matt was sort of a proxy substitute. I was torn up inside, doubting myself. It only been a few short months before when I'd had my first gay sex experience and it had been with a retired West Point military officer like Dad, a man who fucked me into total exhaustion and submission before disclosing he'd known Dad. Somehow it had made it even more satisfying and I'd fucked Richard every day the entire week he was at the hotel.

I couldn't figure out the precise reason why I enjoyed it so much. Was it because I knew it would completely destroy my father if he ever knew his son had queer sex with a military man just like him? Dad hated queers and never missed the opportunity to yell it to anyone who would listen. He'd ruined the careers of more than one soldier who he either suspected or discovered was homosexual. Or was it because in a twisted way I wanted to be fucked by the mirror image of the man who had beaten me while I was naked all my life? I'd actually had erections while he beat me a few times, had even ejaculated twice. He'd beaten me until I was nearly unconscious on both occasions determined to 'kill the perversion in me'. One thing was definitely certain. I for goddamn sure was not sorry he was dead, him or Mom, which brought a disturbing question to my mind. Why did I feel the need to be fucked by a military man again?

I walked up to Matt.

"Going in for a swim?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's what I came here for, to enjoy the beach. Why don't you join me?"

"Oh, I don't have my bathing suit on."

"Why does it matter? You're wearing perfectly acceptable shorts. There's no way anything's going to show through them if they get wet."

He was right. I pulled my shirt off and dropped it onto a vacant wooden lounge chair. I grinned at Matt.

"I'll race you in."

Suddenly we were laughing and racing into the gulf waters. We splashed around, enjoying the waves. There's something incredibly peaceful standing in the surf about chest deep, your body being pounded by gentle waves. You completely lose track of the time and the cares of the world just melt away. We stood there in silence until I noticed the sun was getting closer to the horizon. We'd been out for about an hour and I panicked for Matt. Even this late in the day the sun can be brutal if you stay out in it too long. Here I was thinking about getting fucked by him and everyone knows your dick's not going to get hard when your skin's burnt to a crisp. The sun doesn't bother me much and my skin just gets darker. Matt was really fair skinned even though he had jet black hair. I looked at his shoulders and saw the water beading on his shoulders and I hoped it was from a strong sunscreen.

"Matt, you about ready to go in? The sun here can be wicked and you've got real fair skin."

He laughed. "Good idea. I probably don't burn as easy as you'd think I do; all those years of baseball and football in the sun, but I know better than to take chances. My sunscreen's an SPF 50 and I'm wearing a white hat to keep my scalp from burning. I learned my lesson a couple years back when I went to Miami and was out in the sun too long. I ended up in the emergency room and was in hell for three weeks; spent the whole time at home in my undershorts. My hair's thick but it didn't stop my scalp from burning. I couldn't comb my hair for almost a month."

I nodded. "I see that kind of shit every day here. These tourists come down for a few days and leave in pain. Didn't you notice the hotel has little signs by the door when you exit advising people to use sunscreen and limit their time in the sun?"

His eyes widened a bit. "No, I missed it."

"Most tourists either miss it or just ignore it and Mr. Patel says if he had it up in fucking neon people still wouldn't pay attention to it. He puts the signs up though for the occasional asshole that blames the hotel for not warning them they might get burned it they go out in the sun too long."

I grabbed my shirt from the chair and we walked back to the hotel.

"Is it okay if I just come up like this? I don't really feel like stopping by my locker, don't want to see anyone."

"Sure, Rowdy, I've got some stuff you could probably wear while you're in the room but you'll have to use a belt to come down stairs. You're tall and thin. I'm thicker than you. What are you, 30 in the waist?"

"Twenty-eight," I grinned.

"Shit man, you're nothing but skin and muscle. I'm a thirty-two waist and have to work out all the goddamn time to keep from going to a thirty-four."

I looked at his ass not attempting to hide my assessment of his body.

"You look real good, Matt. You keep that body in shape and I see you've got some muscles, too. Your wife must love it."

We'd reached room 707 and he unlocked the door.

"Why don't you grab a shower first and throw your clothes in the sink? I need to make a call and then I'll hang them up on the balcony chairs to dry."

I did as he suggested and I heard him on the phone. I finished showering and wrapped a towel around my waist before going into the bedroom. Maybe I could entice him to make a move first. My penis was partially erect and swung seductively beneath the towel.

"So when does she get to come home from the hospital?" I heard him ask.

As I walked into the room he was sitting naked on the bed, leaned over with the phone at his ear. I could see the black curls of his pubes between his legs but his penis was hidden. His nipples were hard and the size of half dollar coins. I looked at his body as he talked and marveled at how incredibly handsome he was. I felt my erection getting bigger and I didn't care if he saw it.

"Look after your Mama, Nick. I'll be home on Wednesday. And you've got my number if she gets worse. Just let me know." There was a silence as Matt listened to his son and then, "Nick, your Mama's cancer's fatal; there's no way around it. We've talked about this, all of us. You've just got to be the man of the house while I'm away."

His wife had cancer. My cock drooped instantly. I stepped out onto the balcony and quickly put my wet clothes on. We were on the seventh floor and it was doubtful anyone noticed a brief moment of male nudity on the balcony as I put my clothes on. Matt was still on the phone as I walked thru toward the door.

"Hold on, Nick, I'll be right with you," he said. "Rowdy, where are you going? I thought we were going to hang out."

"Maybe later tonight; I need to make sure Steve's got bar coverage. It's Labor Day weekend and after all, I'm the assistant manager. I'll see you later."

I didn't look back.

"I'll see you in the bar later," he called after me.

Matt had a wife dying of cancer and he was on the phone with his son. No way in hell was he interested in my ass and I suddenly wasn't so interested in his either. I went down to the locker room, showered again, and threw my clothes in the washer. I got dressed in shorts and a Bucs jersey. I walked the few steps into the bar and stepping behind the bar, immediately taking drink orders. Steve and the other bartenders were obviously stunned to see me. Steve walked over to me as I mixed a Tom Collins for a middle aged woman who looked like a high school English teacher.

"You don't have to be noble about this, Rowdy," he said. "It's okay if you want to make arrangements to attend your parents' funeral."

I laughed bitterly and didn't even look at him as I mixed a Mai Tai.

"Steve, I'm not going to the funeral. You know those scars on my body you've asked about and I've never answered? My parents put 'em there, over and over again all through my childhood. The only reason I'd go to the funeral is to make sure the motherfuckers are really dead."

"Shit, sounds like you were related to my family, sonny boy. Trust me, you're far better off to just stay away."

The comment came from the granny with white hair that had ordered the Mai Tai. She was smiling at me sympathetically.

"That's how I feel, Ma'am. I figure after fifteen years of abuse I've got the right to not care if they're dead."

"Goddamn straight, son, goddamn straight. And take it from me, don't you ever have a minute's guilt about it in the future."

She took her Mai Tai and rejoined her crowd as Steve moved closer to my side.

"I'm sorry, Rowdy; I didn't know that's how it was. Man, I don't blame you. I've seen those scars; ain't no way they can be missed when you're changing clothes or in your swimsuit. I guess you and I are different that way. If my parents had tried that on me, they'd have been dead pretty soon after the first beating."

"That's easy to say, Steve, but when you've been dominated all your life by a military man and his mealy mouthed wife, you don't exactly have the strength to rebel. It's was beaten out of me when I was eight years old."

"So you're not going to the funeral, eh? That means you plan to work all weekend."

I could hear the blatantly obvious relief in Steve's voice and I had to laugh.

"Yep, I'm gonna be here all weekend, right by your side."

"That's good, Rowdy, real good. I was hoping to get to take Monday off."

My head jerked at him in stunned surprise and I saw the laughter in his eyes.

"Gotcha," he laughed. "What the fuck else am I gonna do on Labor Day? The only thing worth doing in this town on Labor Day is to go to the beach."

"Well, you could always stay home and watch one of the thousands of porno tapes you own and jack off."

He squeezed my ass behind the bar.

"Nah, Rowdy, I'd rather get a taste of your ass instead of just whacking off with my hand."

He laughed and walked down to where another customer was asking for a Pina Colada. I smiled to myself. It felt good to be among friends in the bar, particularly Steve. He was always teasing and coming on to me but I really wasn't so sure he wouldn't have been totally astonished if I'd ever taken him up on it. I knew he had something going on with a local football player who is gay but he was so 'in the closet' that Steve never discussed it. 

It was an insanely busy evening and I was so busy I completely forgot about Matt and his news. At nine that night, Steve came up to me as I was hooking up a new beer keg.

"Rowdy, I need you to go finish out the pool bar shift tonight and then you can go home. Carl's sick and throwing up. The other three are all new guys sent from the bar school for the weekend and only one of em's worth a damn. Her name's Ricky and she's a real go-getter. The other two need a goddamn bar manual every time they draw a beer."

It sounded okay to me. It had been a bitch of a day and knocking off five hours early sounded great to me. I went out to the pool and saw firsthand what Steve meant by the two slackers. If you've got zero memory and clumsy bar skills, then you need to get out of the bar business. On a really busy day there isn't time to check the recipe for every drink. You've gotta retain the most commonly ordered drink recipes in your head. I'd tended bar long enough I knew almost every drink a customer could order; only stumped occasionally by something new or foreign. These two were total losers and what made it even worse was they thought they were top notch bartenders. They couldn't get their head out of their asses long enough to see the customers were getting pissed off. The way they were jumping around it was obvious they had seen the old Tom Cruise movie 'Cocktail' and envisioned themselves as the two lead characters. It's a common occurrence among new bartenders. They see the movie and think bartending is all joking and showy pouring skills while in reality, unless you're well grounded in the skills of preparing mixed drinks then it's not going to be very pleasant at all. People don't trust a bartender that has to look up the recipe for every drink. And if they don't trust the bartender, they go to another bar, period. Drinking at a bar costs too damn much to throw away money to idiot bartenders.

I'd decided to just let it go, ride it out until the night was over. After all, the pool bar closes at ten each night, holiday or not; only forty-five minutes left to go. My hope to have the evening end in peace just wasn't possible. Cheech tossed Chong a ninety dollar bottle of bourbon and Chong missed it. It smashed into the bottle shelf and brought down bottles worth around three hundred dollars. Guests were watching, those wandering the pool, those in the pool, adults and children. I couldn't make a scene because you never know when a guest will complain to management about witnessing employee discipline in an unprofessional manner; it had happened before. I just pointed at all the glass on the floor behind the bar and softly told Cheech to clean it up immediately.

"That makes seven bottles those two clowns have broken today," Ricky informed me.

She apparently didn't give a damn if the guests or the two idiots heard her and I saw venomous looks directed at her from the clowns. She pulled a trashcan from under the bar where she'd obviously kept the broken bottles as they were swept up.

"It was just accidents, man."

Chong shrugged his shoulders as if it was unimportant.

I reached under the counter to the button and buzzed Steve. A buzzer always yields immediate results as it indicated problems that need to be solved at once by a manager -- you've run out of gin, whiskey, bourbon, etc.; there's a guest problem that needs immediate resolution, you're being robbed, etc. The bar manager is able to observe the bar and pool area through a disguised peephole before deciding the action to be taken. When he saw it was probably just a beverage shortage he followed up with a call on the in house line to the bar to take the order. I knew where the peephole was located and I knew the exact look I needed to have on my face to get Steve out to the pool. Within thirty seconds he was standing at the bar.

"What's up, Rowdy? What are you short of?"

I stepped to the entrance half-door and showed him the broken bottles.

"The two idiots over there have been playing 'Cocktail' today. It looks like they've broken about four hundred dollars worth of booze."

Steve's eyes looked like daggers and his face reddened. Broken bottles and a shortage in the inventory of booze could come out of his pocket personally if management decided to take the hard line. Bars are hyper conscious about employees drinking on the job, sucking up the booze. A bartender can be fired on the spot if he's observed drinking an alcoholic beverage behind the bar. A common ruse of an alcoholic bartender is to break the bottles of booze they drink and then claim loss due to breakage. Seven broken bottles in one day would get Steve's ass chewed good.




Hotel - Room 707



"Go to my office right now," he ordered.

The idiots repeated the accident mantra and instantly Steve's voice was low and dangerously mean.

"You two fuckups are going to pay this booze out of your salary and tips and if there's not enough I'm gonna bill the bar school. Trust me; if I don't get my money by close of business tomorrow I'm calling the police."

The police threat was an empty one but I'd seen it scare the shit out new bartenders before, both here and in New York.

"How much can it be?" Chong asked arrogantly. "You know bars serve the cheap stuff."

I thought Steve was going to hit him.

"You're fucking stupid. Don't you see the labels on this stuff? Hennessey and Krug don't qualify as cheap stuff. And look at the rest of this stuff. I'd say between three fifty and four hundred dollars easy. I've half a mind to call the cops and have your asses arrested right this goddamn minute."

I looked at Steve and gave the faintest shake of my head for him to calm down. He got my message at once because his ass has been on the carpet before with Mrs. Patel for blowing a fuse with employees. The cunt has some sort of special relationship with the owner of the bar school and we're required to use it. You don't know whether to shit or go blind working with that woman. He took the trash can with him to his office, the idiots in tow. I found out the next day the two guys hadn't earned enough money to cover the damage but they had credit cards that made up the difference and Steve gave a scathing review of their work to the school.

Just before the bar closed Matt walked up in his bathing suit and flip-flops.

"You close at ten, right?"

"Yep, thank god. I should be out of here by ten fifteen. Security comes to shut the pool down at ten on the nose so there are no stragglers to hold us up."

"So, could I interest you in going out and sitting with me on the beach at the edge of the surf? It's so peaceful to sit in the surf."

I raised an eyebrow and gave him a sideways glance. He laughed.

"Don't say it, don't say it. I can see it in your eyes. I'm not asking you for a midnight swim. I saw 'Jaws', too, and I've been on enough beaches through the years to know better."

I couldn't help but join in his laughter. He looked so mischievous and naughty, his eyes dancing as if we were going to be sitting in the surf smoking marijuana or naked.

"Sounds like fun, Matt, but this time I'm gonna change into my suit before we go out there. Just hang around here until I get the place closed up."

"I think I'll get a swim before security shows up," he said and dove into the pool.

"You think it would be okay if I leave now, Rowdy? It's ten minutes 'til ten and if I don't get home by ten-thirty I'm gonna have to pay my babysitter ten dollars more. She charges extra if she has to stay after ten-thirty."

Instantly I was able to assess the situation. Abused children and those who have fought their way through the foster care system develop an internal radar system. I can read people like a book. Ricky needed to leave but wasn't willing to jeopardize her job, a job she probably needed and was hoping would become permanent. I grinned at her.

"Sure, go on home. It's no big deal. You've done all the housecleaning work and all I've got to do is clear the cash drawer and lock up. Get out of here and have a good night. And by the way, Ricky, you did good work today. Steve told me you were the only one out here that was worth a damn and I totally agree. I'm not sure who will work with you tomorrow but you can bet it won't be Cheech and Chong. I'm sure Steve's already fired their asses."

She smiled and squeezed my shoulder.

"Thanks, Rowdy, I appreciate that. I'd been a little afraid that it would look bad for me that those two were so awful today. You know - guilt by association."

I laughed. "Lady, if guilt by association was all it took to get you fired in this place no one would work more than a couple of days. The hotel's got its share of dick wads and unfortunately most of them are in management."

I finished the closing and told Matt to follow me into the men's employee locker room. I had him wait while I turned the locking bank cash bag over to Steve. Matt sat on a bench as I opened my locker and pulled out a bathing suit. I always keep six or seven in the locker so I'll have a fresh one each day. Actually we're allowed to use a hotel laundry room to wash our clothes if we need to but I usually like to dry my suits on the line in the locker room and take them home to wash so I don't have to deal with the dyke bitch head of housekeeping. I keep hoping she'll fall off a balcony or get electrocuted when she plugs in a vacuum cleaner. The woman is the J. Edgar Hoover of housekeepers, always plundering through personal items, spying on employees, complaining about everything and everyone, the type of woman who would make any man turn queer.

I stripped naked, checking Matt's eyes for interest. He was at least curious, if not interested. He never saw me watching his eyes as they were trained on my ass and then my crotch as I turned around. My dick was swinging and I felt it quiver. I knew I'd have a full blown erection in front of him if I didn't catch hold quickly. I pulled on the bathing suit; a scarlet red thong that Steve said was more obscene than just being naked on the beach. It had a loose pouch in front that allowed my jewels the freedom to bounce around and emphasized my assets. The suit continued around the back to the top of my hips but at top of my ass the thong got lost between my cheeks. I saw an erection in Matt's suit that he could not hide.

"They let you wear that on the beaches here?" he croaked softly.

"No," I grinned and I pulled an oversized Hawaiian shirt from the locker that hung low enough to cover my ass.

Matt was still looking, this time at the pouch as my cock and nuts moved gently.

"Nah, technically Pinellas doesn't allow thong bathing suits on their beaches but there are no patrols at night; actually almost none in the day. I like to wear thongs on the beach at night because they attract sex like bees to honey."

As I said honey I grabbed my cock between my fingers and squeezed it for him, laughing. He laughed, too, but it was a nervous one, and he swallowed hard. All the signs of a man interested in fucking; maybe I needed to rethink my earlier opinions on having sex with him. I led him out to the beach through the party crowd and we were silent as we walked down the beach until the crowd had thinned out. It was dark and we could hear the surf hit the sand gently.

"Here okay?" I asked.

I didn't wait for an answer. Instead I leaned over to give Matt a full view of my spread buttocks as I 'checked' the temperature of the water with my hand, laughing to myself. He was looking at my ass, not seeming to care I could have checked the temperature with my foot. I sat down in the sand at the surf's edge and felt the water run up on the beach around me before going back out again.

"You gonna sit down or you gonna just stand there?" I laughed.

I looked up at him standing there and saw his profile in the distant lights. His erection was furiously hard and stood straight up at attention; pulling at his suit so much it seemed the waist was probably open. I guess he caught my glance because he sat immediately. We sat quietly for several minutes, enjoying the peaceful feeling of the surf pouring forward around our bodies. I could hear Matt swallowing hard and then the moonlight glinted off his wedding band. I shivered as if a cold breeze had blown and remembered the telephone conversation about his sick wife. I cursed myself for thinking with my dick. Matt was horny, he wanted to get laid, but it wouldn't be by me until I knew the marital story. I may be a horn dog but I draw the line at fucking men with sick wives.

"Matt, tell me about your wife, the cancer."

He was silent for a moment and I was beginning to think he hadn't heard me when I spoke. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

"It's complicated, Rowdy. I married Cheryl when I was nineteen and she was thirty-two. She's got two kids, Jacob, who's fourteen, and Rachel who's eleven. She's an army nurse and her first husband, Jacob's father, is a master sergeant. Cheryl was in Afghanistan when she got pregnant with Rachel. Thing is, she'd been in Afghanistan for eleven months and there was no way Randall could've been Rachel's father. So Randall filed for divorce while Cheryl was in Afghanistan. He wanted to establish he wasn't' Rachel's father to avoid child support for her. He was fighting for custody of Jacob when his unit got called to Iraq so Cheryl kept custody. Cheryl was posted in El Paso when she got involved in nasty scandal two days after my nineteenth birthday."

Matt stopped talking and I could sense he was reluctant to continue.

"Go on," I said, "the story's just getting interesting."

"Cheryl was caught in a compromising position with another female outside a bar in El Paso and the base commander was after her ass. He was going to push to get her dishonorably discharged. That's when Randall reared his head again from Iraq through his parents. They were not going to allow a lesbian to raise Jacob."

I whistled. "You've had an interesting life, Matt."

"I've known Cheryl for several years because she grew up in El Paso and her family lives there. I'd joined up and had finished basic when Cheryl came to me hysterical. She didn't want her parents to know and begged me to help her. We were married a week later and went to the Bahamas on our honeymoon. I was sent to Iraq two weeks later and Cheryl's career was saved. It was made even more convincing when everyone discovered I'd made her pregnant but she lost the baby when she was three months, much to my relief. I don't know what happened; she swore she was on the pill."

"I came home from Iraq a year ago after an explosion caused my ears to bleed and I had several seizures. I'm medically retired although I haven't had a seizure in seven months now. The doctors are hopeful that I've fully recovered but they can't be sure. After I retired I went to work for Cheryl's dad, Vince. He's a really super guy, a widower, and the first thing he did after he hired me was to tell me he knows all about Cheryl's lesbianism and is just waiting for her to tell him. Rowdy, he doesn't give a damn but he knows Cheryl's got a real thing in her head about his knowing so he's just waiting on her to work up the nerve to tell him.

"The thing is that he really likes me a lot. He's the owner of a small specialty potato chip company that's doing pretty good. The majors would love to shut us down and they've offered Vince a fortune to sell out to them but he won't. He's got a good thing going and he wants it to continue for his grandchildren. Randall would sell the company in a heartbeat if Vince died and Jacob and Rachel inherited it. So Vince has given me fifty two percent of the company and has set up a trust for the children so they can't take control of their portion until they're thirty."

"And Cheryl, where does she fit in all this?" I asked.

"About six months ago Cheryl thought she was pregnant again and saw a gynecologist. It wasn't pregnancy; she had cervical cancer and since it was discovered, it has spread to her breasts and her lymph nodes. They discovered a week ago it had spread to her bones."

I was sitting with my head in my hands listening to his tale of woe.

"So why are you here, Matt? Why the vacation when your wife's dying in El Paso?"

He sighed and then took a deep breath.

"Vince sent me to Florida to meet with several distributors for our potato chips. I was in Orlando last week to meet with our Florida distributors the day before I came here. My sister Alicia called me here yesterday morning to tell me about your parents. Rowdy, I told you it's complicated. Jacob and Rachel are staying with Vince while Cheryl's receiving chemo. The woman Cheryl was caught performing oral sex on in that bar parking lot has been her lover for years. Cheryl encouraged me to take this trip, to spend Labor Day weekend here at the beach. She's dying, in the final stages and she wants to spend time with Eloise, her lover, before she dies. So she's staying with Eloise right now and she takes her back and forth to the hospital for chemo. I know being with Eloise is what she wants, Rowdy. I'd never interfere with that; I've never said a word to her about her discreetly continuing her relationship with her."

We stopped talking as a group of teenagers walked past us, happy to be at the beach, full of joy and life. We sat in silence as we watched the moonlight reflect off the waves. At last I was the one who spoke.

"And what about you, Matt, why do I get the feeling there's something you're not telling me?"

He lay back onto the sand, his legs in the surf.

"Rowdy, why didn't you ever notice me when we were teenagers? What was wrong with me?"

Matt's voice was filled with pained sadness and I knew that finally we'd reached the point of our conversation, maybe the real reason he came to Clearwater.

"It wasn't that I didn't notice you, Matt. It was everything that military kids go through. You know how it is; if you get too close to someone you're just going to hurt more when your father gets stationed somewhere else. On top of that, you know how much Dad beat me, what a useless waste of flesh Mom was. I couldn't invite other kids in my home to see me getting my ass kicked."

"I know all that, Rowdy, but it was more. I tried so hard to get you to like me and you completely ignored me. You weren't rude, you weren't mean or anything, it was like I just wasn't there."

"I'm sorry, Matt; I didn't deliberately mean to hurt you. We were in classes together and played sports but you never said anything special to me; you never let me know you wanted to know me better."

"I was devastated when you hung yourself. Didn't you hear me when I screamed at you before you pushed that chair out from under you?"

I had heard Matt's scream. It was the last thing I was aware of before the darkness took over.

"I heard it, Matt, but it was too late. I'd already pushed the chair over."

"Do you know who saved you?"

"No."

I could tell he was quietly crying and I took his hand in mine. He grabbed me hard as if it gave him life.

"It was me, Rowdy," he whispered, choking with emotion. "I saved you and I thought you were going to die."

Matt was really crying now, not trying to disguise it, and I moved over beside him. I put my hand on his chest and rubbed it softly as it lifted and fell with his muffled weeping.

"I'm so sorry I put you through that, Matt. I never intended to hurt you. I just wanted it to be over and I wanted to hurt my parents. I wanted the police, the world to see my naked body, to see the slashes and bruises from the beatings."

Matt took my hand and put it to his lips, kissing it softly.

"I've loved you since the moment I saw you, Rowdy. You, the school star, the big man on campus, and the guy everyone wanted to be around. And you didn't even see me; it was like I didn't exist and I lived right door to you; we shared most of our classes together. And then you hung yourself right in front of me. I ran as fast as I could to pick you up so you wouldn't strangle and I screamed for help. A whole bunch of guys came running and took you down. There was no way I could do it alone. Then you left and I never saw you again."

He was weeping softly and I leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Matt, so, so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you, to make you forget?"

Matt turned on his side and buried his face in my shoulder, his tears wetting me.

"I haven't told you the sickest thing about it all, about me," he cried softly in my neck.

I kissed his hair and it smelled of a fruity shampoo, maybe strawberries.

"Matt, you saved my life; nothing you could have done was sick."

He shook his head in my neck as if to contradict me and whispered softly.

"Rowdy, when I grabbed your body to hold it up, my face was in your crotch. My arms were around your legs, holding you up and my nose was in your pubic hair with your penis against my lips. I sucked your dick while you were hanging there but you didn't know. Your dick didn't get hard and I thought you were dead. I had to quit when everyone showed up but all I ever wanted was to hold you naked, to go to bed with you. It's so sick, sucking a dying boy's dick."

I kissed his face. "Stop it, stop it now. Going back over this is not worth it. You're not sick and I understand. I just wish I'd known you were sucking me off."

I laughed softly and he giggled.

"Did my dick taste good to you?" I teased.

"My god, I've never forgotten the taste; it was wonderful. I've masturbated a million times to the memory of your dick in my mouth, my nose in that hair."

I gently twisted one of his nipples.

"What say we go to your room and you can put your nose in that hair again?"

He grabbed my face and kissed my lips hard, his tongue slipping inside, and then he suddenly rolled on top of me, dry fucking me while we were still in our suits in the sand. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer to me, my feet against his buttocks, safe in the darkness while the surf gently ran up on the shore around us.. I felt the tip of his penis slip out of his suit and touch my stomach like a hot branding iron, slick with precum, and the next moment I felt it jerking hard as his semen shot out of his cock and onto our stomachs. His teeth bit my neck gently.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly as he rolled off me, "I didn't want to cum so fast and not like this."

"Quit fucking apologizing," I ordered in a whisper. "You've got nothing to apologize for to me, not ever."

I swiped my fingers through the thick cum on my stomach and brought it to my lips as he watched. I smacked my lips and grinned.

"Perfect appetizer," I said.

I swiped through the cum again and fed it to him this time. His tongue licked my fingers clean and then he pulled them into his mouth, sucking them. I reached down and grabbed his cock in my hand, squeezing it through the suit.

"Come on; let's go to your room. I want this cock in my ass fucking me the rest of the night."

I stood and pulled him up in my arms.

We entered his room and I closed the door behind us before grabbing Matt in my arms and kissing him. He kissed me back with a fiery passion.

"Come on," I said, "let's take a quick shower so I can get this sand out of my ass."

We'd both taken a quick shower at the nozzles by the entrance door to the hotel. The hotel provides an exposed quick shower area by the beach access door so guests won't track sand into the lobby. I hadn't gotten all the sand out of my ass, though, because there were some teenagers milling about waiting to use the shower also, and I'm just not into showing my pieces to kids. It's all I can do to tolerate them without having some little shit complain to management that he saw the hair in my crack.

Matt and I got into the shower together and I saw an enema bag hanging from the shower head.

"You wanna give me an enema?" he asked. "We might as well clean out our insides just like the outsides."

I filled the bag with water and grinned. "Who goes first?"

"Me," he said and leaned against the shower wall.

His body was beautiful and his ass was fantastic. His body was basically smooth except the black armpit hair and pubic hair but as he spread his cheeks for me I saw the dark curls between them and around his hole. I took the bar of soap and brushed it through his cheeks, pausing at his hole before I inserted my middle finger. I twisted it around a bit, loosening his sphincter muscle, and then I slid the enema nozzle in his ass. Matt groaned and quivered as the bag emptied into him.




Hotel Room



I'd be waiting for you when you arrived in the sweetest Lolita dress I own with adorable high heels and a devious smile. You'd be fumbling as usual but I would come over, take your coat and offer for you to sit down. I'd come up behind you and start kissing your neck, letting you relax and fully enjoy it. You would close your eyes and lean into my lips, groaning as I added my teeth in. They would graze your collarbone before biting your neck and you can hear me panting from behind you.

You grab my hair with force, pulling me hard against you and I come around, straddling you and sitting on your lap, going back to work on the other side of your neck, my fingers creeping up your shirt, my nails dragging down your back.

You're starting to lose your composure and I can feel it, my favorite part of this game and your hands travel my body. You feel the heavy weight of my tights in your hands, the curves of my body and finally, your hands cupping my ass and grinding me into your lap that much harder. Your eyes fly open and look at me with pure, carnal hunger. You need it, I can tell. Your nails dig into my ass and I bite my lip, waiting for you. 

You snap, throwing me on the bed and pulling your shirt off in one motion. You climb on me and start pawing at my chest.Your hands are shaking as you unzip my dress, letting my tits fall free but something catches your eye and you back up a bit. My devious eyes and smile return to my face as I slip my dress off, revealing my black corset, thigh high stocking and no panties. You lick your lips and shake your head, barely believing this before diving back onto me.

You peel my lingerie down and lick at my tits, groaning with happiness to finally have them in your mouth. Your hands are still reaching for my ass and hips and my nails drag down your body once again, making you shiver and shake. I can feel you getting hard against my leg and I lean into it, letting you know I want it too.

I flip you on your back and get on top of you, directing your hands where I want them and you can barely contain yourself , hips bucking up to get at me. But I make you wait, you know how much I like to play. I dip my fingers in my sopping wet pussy and whimper at my own touch, forcing you to watch. Your eyes get so wide and I love it, moaning at my touch before shoving my fingers into your mouth. You suck greedily, finally getting to taste me and you nearly lose it right there. But no, I have other plans for that mouth; I want to sit on your face until I'm screaming and you have cum dripping down your cheeks. I demand that you get to work and you can get down there fast enough, your tongue shoved in me before I can say another word. 

And it feels like fucking heaven.

You use your hands to grab my ass and rock me against your face until I'm literally riding you, moaning so loudly and dripping everywhere. You want it; need it, and without warning I cum impossibly hard, so much of it flooding your mouth and I'm grabbing your hair and pushing your face as hard against my pussy as I possibly can.

I can hear you groaning, muffled by my gushing pussy grinding against your lips, the taste driving you insane. I reach down and squeeze your cock just to tease you and you physically shudder, making my hips buck even harder. I finally dismount your face and reach immediately for the sipper on your jeans, shoving them to the floor and taking a step back to admire the view. Your body looks so delicious, inviting in the light and I look you up and down like dinner. I lean in, telling you that you get a reward for being such a good boy and making me cum like that, before kissing my way down your body. I see your eyes roll back in your head when you realize what's about to happen and right as my tongue makes contact with your dripping dick, you flinch and buck your hips forward, sliding it effortlessly into my mouth. I'm whimpering and moaning trying to take it all but I let you fuck my face in no time, your hands in my hair pushing and pulling me all the ways you like. But I don't want you to cum yet; I have bigger plans for you.

I let you pull my up by my hair and stare into your eyes, letting you know how ready I am for more. I can tell that you're beyond sanity at this point and you want release more than anything in the world. You're getting testy with all this pent up energy. You throw me on the bed, force me to my knees and hold my hands behind my back. "Now you'll be a good little girl for me" you growl, forcing my face down and holding my hands firmly above my ass. With your other hand you spank me as hard as you can and I moan, involuntarily backing my ass up closer to you. You can see my pussy glistening from here, dripping down my leg with how much the pain turned me on and you can't wait another goddamned moment. You slam your cock into me without any warning, feeling my unbelievably tight pussy contract around you. I can barely take all of you but you make it fit, shoving harder and farther than ever, before sliding back out and slamming into me with your entire weight. 

I can't stifle my screams of ecstasy as my orgasm rages through my body and you feel me shudder and contract around you. You're picking up speed and force now, really fucking giving it to me. "You like that?" you yell, "You little slut. You fucking love it. Look at you." You're really getting into it, you've wanted this for so long and it is better than you ever thought it could be. You feel your orgasm building and you've never needed something so much in your life "Beg for it," you groan, "Beg for me to cum for you. Moan and tell me what a good girl you are". I whimper and buck my hips back against you. "I'm a good little slut, I'm all yours" I pant, needing to cum so badly, hearing your voice nearly sending me over the edge. You pull my hair back and bite my ear before releasing me and grabbing my ass one last time before your orgasm takes over your entire body. It starts in your toes and you feel it overtake you, washing waves and waves of pleasure over your body, relentless. Somewhere in the haze of your pleasure, you hear and feel me cumming too, the hot and sticky liquid pouring down your thighs as my moans grow louder and louder. Finally, we both collapse onto the bed, messy and panting but finally satisfied.



Hotel Room



I drive into the hotel parking lot, send a text that I'm here. I get out of my car to go to his and on the driver's side is the hotel key he put aside for me. Once I get to the room, I unlock the door and walk in. The room is dark with candles lit, him sitting at the far end of the room on a chair. I can't see his face, outlined by the candlelight. Per his earlier instructions, I remove my jacket and place that, along with purse, into the closet. Standing 10 feet in front of him, I slowly remove my shoes, socks, jeans, and then stand up taking off my shirt, then bra. Clad in only my black thongs, I walk slowly to him. I stop a foot in front of him, turn around, and wait.

He comes up from behind, brings his arms/hands around, cupping my breasts, bringing his right hand down to my crotch, roughly rubbing my slit over the material, then moving his other hand up to move my long hair aside. He breathes in my neck, smelling the perfume I put on for him. He licks and kisses the nape of my neck. In my ear he growls, "You were 3 minutes late." I don't say anything. "You were 3 minutes late, right?" I say yes. I know my place, I can only answer yes or no, unless I am talking dirty. He says to bend over and hold ankles. He spanks me hard, first the right side of my ass, then the left. He repeats this. He pulls my thongs down just to mid thigh. Probing, feeling my wetness. Pushing one finger, two fingers in. He can feel I'm ready. He pulls back, I hear the buckle of his belt as he removes it, then the zipper of his pants.

Still bent over, I grip my ankles. I feel the head of his cock line up with my hole and he pushes it in roughly, gripping my hips to hold me up as he thrusts in and out. I am gasping and moaning, not expecting the rough beginning. He pulls out as quick as he started, then sits back down on the chair. He tells me to face him, and then motions for me to kneel, to suck his cock. I know from when he was in me seconds ago that he is bigger than I've ever had, and I am eager to have it in my mouth, seeing how much of it I can take in. I slide my hand from the head to the base, holding it straight as I bring my lips to the tip, sticking my tongue out to taste him, taste me. I slowly push my mouth down on him, tightly, deeper and deeper until I start to gag. I don't stop, I keep pushing until my nose is against his stomach, my chin against his balls. He moans, "Oh baby, yes. Suck that cock". I eagerly do so, bobbing my head up and down, using my tongue to swirl around his shaft, making sucking sounds as my saliva drips around my lips, covering my hand. I feel his cock pulse in my mouth as his breathing quickens. He grabs my hair and stops me, tells me to go to the bed and lay on my back. I am quick to do so, eager. My panties are still halfway down my thighs. He stands there, staring at me, his eyes lingering on my body. I can see the lust in his eyes. I can see how bad he wants to fuck me, from his face and from his erection. He pulls his pants off now, his shirt.

He comes onto the bed, lays down next to me, his hand moving appreciatively up and down my smooth leg. I have shaved everything for him, again per his instructions. His mouth claims mine, his tongue gliding in and out, me sucking his bottom lip in between. I grab the back of his head and pull him close to me, wanting his touch, craving it. He grabs my thong and pulls it down, me pulling my legs up to accommodate him. After throwing it aside, he brings his hand back to spread my legs apart, to slide his fingers back to my wet cunt. I can feel how he loves to push his fingers into me, feeling how tight I am, me squeezing them. Wanting him inside of me.

Please. Please fuck me. I whisper these words to him. Please.

He moves up and brings my legs around him. He moves the head of his cock up and down my wetness again, covering it with my juices, then leans forward, claiming me, claiming my cunt with his cock. I whimper...Yes! God yes. Fuck me. I wrap my legs around him tight and stare up at him. He pounds into me. He's so fucking big. I wasn't expecting his size, GOD it feels good. So hard.

He stops again, pulls out. "Baby, I want to taste you." He moves down, his mouth trailing down my body, licking, tasting my skin. His lips stop when they find my clit, he licks softly at first, laying his tongue flat against it, bathing my clit with his spit, then closes his mouth over it and starts sucking. I cry out, I'm so sensitive. My body starts moving against his mouth, the harder he sucks and licks, the harder I want it. I grab his head and pull head mouth even harder onto me. I am building up quick, so turned on, and I peak, FUCK!! He keeps suckling after I come down, shaking, my ass being squeezed by his big hands. I feel my cum dripping, and he is lapping it up. Moving back up, he brings my legs up in the air, over his shoulders, pushing them down against me to crush his mouth onto mine at the same time he slams into me again. I moan against his mouth, my hands reaching behind and grabbing his ass, pulling him tight against me. He picks up the pace and pushes harder and faster against me, unrelenting. My pussy is quivering around his shaft, squeezing. He is getting too excited, throttles back.

"I want you to sit on my face, babe." He lays down, I'm not sure which way he wants me to face, but I err on the side of what men usually want, and move into the classic 69 position. I position my pussy over his mouth, then lean down over his torso, taking a moment to look at his beautiful cock. Licking my lips, I take him in my mouth and start working him. Do I try to make him cum in my mouth with my talented tongue, lips, teeth? Or do I just want to torture...

I run my tongue up and down each side of his shaft, my hand massaging his balls. I savor his taste, I can taste myself on him and that turns me on even more. His breath on my pussy as he sucks on me hungrily. He is gripping and squeezing my ass hard, spreading my cheeks as he buries his face into me. The closer he gets me to orgasm, the more intense I suck his cock...oh, my favorite, deep throating. So much more fun in this position. I wonder how long he can last, I'm thinking not long as he is starting to swell and throb. I smile to myself as I lightly run my teeth when I pull up, but then gasp as another orgasm rips through me. GODDAMNIT.

"Get up, stand up...face the bed."

Oh!! Finally, my favorite. He gets behind me and roughly shoves me forward, my arms over my head, face down. I spread my legs wide. Grabbing my hair, he finds my hole again and glides right in. I'm so hot now, I feel my wetness moving down my inner thighs. I moan as he starts pistoning in and out of me. Then, when I thought he'd taken me hard before, he shows me what rough is. He pounds me mercilessly while I cry out, his grunts accompanying me. It feels like he is spearing me so deep, deeper than I have ever had before. Sweat and my cum mix together and create a sticking sensation as we come together and move apart. One hand pulls my hair tighter, harder, while the other hand reaches around to my stomach and brings me back to his hips, harder and harder. My legs get weaker and weaker as he continues to drive himself into me....

He grabs my waist, pulls out, picks me up and throws me onto the bed, still face down. He uses his knee to spread my legs out again, grabs my hips and slides back into my swollen pussy. More and more, I can only lay there and moan, whimper, gasp. I don't know how much more I can take, I feel so used up. He stops to flip me around and starts up again. But, he has reached his limit and fills my cunt with his cum, I can fill him pulse as he shoots his load into me. Warm sticky cum, I try to hold it in, I want to hold it in...but I can't hold it all and I feel it pooling out of me and onto the covers. After collapsing onto me for a few minutes, he moves down and suckles my breasts, biting my nipples, squeezing with those big hands. He then grabs my legs and shoves them above my head, and fits his face again between them. Voracious is the best word I can come up with as he attacks my clit and pussy again. After the beating my pussy has taken, and the 3 orgasms I have already had, I feel as though I've reached my limit. But, his skilled mouth finds my sweet spot again, and he slips 3 fingers again into as he moves his mouth side to side against my engorged clit. My hands are pulling my legs farther back over my head when I yell at him to keep going, don't stop, don't FUCKING stop, and I hit my climax. I cum so hard that I start laughing with the sensations rocking through my body. I collapse after crying out "Uncle, I call UNCLE!!!"

He gets up and goes to the bathroom. That's my signal to write down on the notepad a bit of a going away endearment before getting dressed and leaving. I have one hell of a smile on my face as I walk out.

I didn't even know his name.



Hotel Room



I suppose the thing about temp work is that you never know what you're going to do next. Well, once - not too long ago - I got a strange job at a hotel. They were going to go for some kind of accreditation and find out how many stars they could put on their sign - you know the kind of thing. Well, to get their stars the rooms needed to be up to a certain standard. With 150 rooms, they needed help to go round the rooms and check that they were ready for the official inspection. 

So, there I was, with a check - list on a clipboard and a pencil, going from room to room, making sure every one was up to scratch. After the first half a dozen or so, I was wishing I hadn't worn such high heels. I was on the third floor working my way down the corridor. The manager had given me a list of vacant rooms, and the idea was that I was to double - back later and check any of the rooms that were occupied now. Well, my feet were killing me so, I used my master key to enter the next room and I sat down on the bed. I guess I was so focused on taking my shoes off that I didn't notice the suitcase, the steam coming from the bathroom, or the shower being turned off. As I slipped off a shoe, the bathroom door opened and in walked this guy. He just stood there with a towel round his waist looking down at me. As soon as I realized the room was occupied I jumped up (wearing only one shoe).

"Oh my God," I said. "I am so sorry. I didn't realize there was anyone in this room." I was standing there with my shoe in my hand.

The man smiled - he had a certain assurance about him. He didn't speak straight away, just looked at me, his eyes flitting across my body, taking me in. He must have been in his mid forties - salt and pepper hair cut short and looking very trim. Maybe six feet two inches and quite broad across the shoulders. "I am afraid this room is already occupied." He said. "Perhaps the hotel can find you another?"

"Err. Well... Actually, I am working for the hotel." I picked up my clipboard and waved it at him.

"Well," he said, "If you need me to fill in a survey, I would have appreciated it if you knocked first."

"It's not a survey."

"Oh?"

"No, I am inspecting the rooms. Making sure they're up to standard." I smiled.

"Only the rooms, or the guests too?"

"Just the rooms. Not you. You're fine."

"Fine?"

"I mean... better than fine - you're great. If I was scoring you, you'd definitely pass."

"Pass?"

"I mean - with flying colours. No problem." I was starting to blush. "But I am only checking the rooms. And only the unoccupied rooms."

"Which, I believe, takes me back to my central point," he said. "What are you doing here?"

"I made a mistake. Or the manager did - someone did. This room was supposed to be unoccupied."

With my clipboard in one hand I now tried to put my shoe back on with the other hand. But I was nervous and wobbling and I had my hands full. I ended up falling and, as I went down, reached to grab hold of something to stop my fall. Well, it didn't do me any good. I grabbed at the first thing I could, which happened to be the man's towel. So then I was kneeling on the floor in front of this naked bloke, holding his towel. "Oh shit. Sorry... I am so sorry." I caught a glimpse of his cock - he seemed to be sporting a semi - before I held the towel up between him and me. I averted my gaze, even though the towel was hiding him from me. 

He grabbed the towel back from me and just let it hang by his side - rather than wrap it around himself. and there I was, still kneeling in front of him.

"Well, coming into my room might not have been your mistake, but I don't think you can blame anyone else for that - can you?"

"N... no, I can't." I stammered. I tried to get to my feet, but he put a hand on my shoulder.

"So, what do you think we should do?"

"Pardon?"

"How are you going to make it up to me?"

I was blushing furiously, and my heart had started thumping as soon as his hand touched my shoulder. "Um. I really don't know."

"Well," He said, still in his slow languorous manner, "I could just tell the manager what happened." 

I knew that wouldn't be good. Word would get back to my agency, and I might never get any more work again. That would be really bad news.

"Oh please don't. Is there anything else we could do?"

He took his hand from my shoulder, but I didn't try to get up then. Something was keeping me rooted to the spot.

He paused, "Well, I do think that there should be some... consequences for your indiscretion. Don't you?"

"I suppose so," I said. Frankly, right then, I had no idea what that might involve. I thought I did, and I thought I could handle it... How wrong you can be.

"You suppose so?"

"I mean, yes. There should be consequences."

He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. "Bad girls get spanked." he said, completely matter of fact. My heart was already beating fast, and I had been blushing since I first caught sight of his cock. But now my heart was thundering in my chest and my cheeks were burning. He saw me hesitate, and said, "Or the manager - it's all the same to me."

I couldn't afford to lose the job and this was my first day (or I wouldn't have been wearing those stupid shoes). The manager didn't know me, he'd always take the customer's side. And I suppose the towel thing really was my fault. I stood up and then knelt across his lap. I could imagine him looking down at me, seeing my arse outlined in the charcoal grey pencil skirt, the seams of my stockings down the backs of my calves; perhaps the outline of my bra through the back of my blouse. I was certain he could feel my breasts against his legs. He put one hand on my shoulders to hold me down and then I was waiting for my spanking. But first I felt him hitching up my skirt. "Oh God," I thought. "He wants my bottom bare." He hitched up my skirt around my waist - then he'd see my black thong and suspender belt. 

The first slap was a surprise - I really wasn't ready for it at all. He had only just hitched up my skirt and had left my thong in place and suddenly his hand came down hard on my arse cheek. I squealed and squirmed - but his hand held me firm. The second slap was even harder and made my arse cheek feel like it was burning. I didn't know how much of this I could bear. I gasped and whispered, "Oh fuck."

Whack! At least the third was no harder than the second, but it really didn't need to be - my bum was already stinging. Whack, whack, whack. Three more in quick succession and I was biting my lip. Good grief it hurt. I wasn't going to be sitting down for a week. This guy wasn't being playful - he meant business. I didn't know how much more I was going to be able to bear. Then he was gently stroking and caressing my bum - what a relief. It felt nice, and tingled after the spanking. I was just starting to relax when he spanked me again - three more in quick succession and I was gasping. He went back to caressing my arse after that and his fingers even slid between my thighs. I couldn't help but moan, especially when his little finger brushed the gusset of my knickers.

"I think you like a good spanking." He said. He spread my legs a little and cupped my pussy in his hand. Just feeling his hand through my knickers, I knew I was hot. and he knew it too. "It is hardly punishment if you enjoy it."

He grabbed my hair and pulled me off his knee. His cock was no longer semi - erect, it was at full mast, and throbbing. I wasn't the only one who was turned on. "Take off your blouse." He said. I felt powerless - like I had no choice. Looking back, I know I did, but at the time... well, I did as I was told. I think it is a reflection of the power this man had that I would simply do as I was told. I took off my blouse as I knelt there with my skirt round my waist. When the blouse was off, he rolled it up and used it to blindfold me. 

He helped me to my feet but only so he could sit me down on the bed. I could hear him rummaging about in a bag I guess and then he was putting something cold and metal on my wrist - then my other wrist. I was handcuffed. Then before I knew it, there was a ball in my mouth and a strap around my head - he tightened the ball gag so I could hardly make a sound. I think he must have used a rope to tie the handcuffs to the head of the bed. My heart was pounding in my chest now; I was moaning and trying to speak; trying to ask him to let me go. But he knew what he wanted. He slid my skirt down my legs and then I felt a rope around my ankle. He tied it round the leg at the foot of the bed. Then another rope at my other ankle and I was virtually spead - eagled on the bed.

I could sense that the man was close by - though my blouse worked as a blindfold, I could still sense light and dark just a little. I heard a strange metallic sound and couldn't work out what it was. It was right next to my ear - like he wanted me to hear it, but didn't tell me what was going on. Then I felt him pull at my bra - strap and I realized - he had a pair of scissors. He snipped through one bra strap, then the other, then cut it off altogether - pulling it off and revealing my breasts. I kind of guessed what was next, and groaned when I felt him pulling my thong from my waist and cut through the waistband. Now I was naked but for one shoe and my stockings and suspender belt - not that they left me much dignity. I tried pulling at the ropes that held me, but I couldn't move more than a few inches. I was completely at this man's mercy - and I didn't even know his name - fuck - I couldn't even see him!

I felt the scissors against the skin of my thigh, then he was cutting through my stockings all the way down my leg. Then the other leg. Another couple of snips and the suspender belt was gone too. All that was left was the remnants of my stockings on my feet, held in place by the ropes at my ankles.

He slid his hand up between my legs along my calf, past my knee - fingernails raking along my thigh until he brushed against my pussy. He slipped a finger inside me and then I realized how easy that had been - I was absolutely dripping wet. When he slipped his finger back out I wondered what was next. I didn't have to wait long before I felt his weight on top of me. He bit at my breast and my nipple and I could feel his erection on my belly. He lowered himself a little then slid his firm cock full length into my pussy. I would have gasped if not for the gag, so all I could do was moan. It felt amazing. Though I couldn't see anything - perhaps because I couldn't see anything - my sensations were all the more acute. He fucked me slowly at first then accelerated until the bed wobbled with each thrust. I felt like the room was spinning around me as he rammed his engorged cock deep into me over and over again. My whole body went into spasm as I came and then I relaxed - though he was still pounding. Suddenly he pulled out of me, and pulled off my blindfold. I could see him standing over me wanking his cock; rubbing furiously, it took only a minute before streams of hot cum erupted from him and splattered across my face and chest.

He smiled down at me. He had stayed completely silent while he fucked me, and still didn't say a word. He walked back around to his suitcase and came back with a huge pink vibrating dildo; he held it out so I could see it very clearly. I groaned as he flicked a switch to turn it on. I thought I could guess what was coming next. He slid the great vibrating dick down my chest, between my tits and across my belly. When he started to push it into me, I realized just how much thicker it was than his cock. I moaned into the gag as he slowly but surely rocked that dildo into my wet cunt. When it was all the way in, I was transported. I had never felt anything like it - never felt so full, or so used or so... well, amazing. I was euphoric, light as a feather, floating almost.

Then he went off into the bathroom and showered again. He left me there, the handcuffs chaffing my wrists and the enormous dildo filling me like never before. After showering, he shaved. After shaving he got dressed. And still he left me there watching him. He packed his briefcase, like he was ready to leave, but got something out of it. It looked like a chain. He held it up for me to see and I saw that it was a pair of nipple clamps. He carefully turned the screw to clamp each of my nipples in turn. I squealed through the gag, but he was oblivious. I thought I was going to pass out with the pleasure and pain of the sensations I was feeling. He must have known, because to bring me round, he slapped my face. When he knew I could see him, he showed me the key for the handcuffs, and put it down on top of the television.

Then he picked up the phone. "Hi - reception? This is Mr Phillip Stephens in room 316. I am going out for the day and would like someone to take a look at the bed while I am out. I think it needs adjusting." My eyes were popping out of my head. Oh my God what was he doing? "Can you send up someone from maintenance? No hurry," He went on, "I'll be out until at least six."

I nearly cried. What the hell could I do? He put the phone down, looked down at me and blew me a kiss. Then he picked up his briefcase, and left the room.

As you might be able to imagine, It was hard to trace the passage of time. And what could I do but wait? If I struggled, it felt like knives at my wrists, and my ankles were tied securely. With the gag in my mouth I couldn't call for help. All I could hope was that he'd return before maintenance showed up. 

As it turned out, it wasn't the maintenance bloke or Mr Stephens who came to the door, but housekeeping. I was in a semi - conscious haze when I heard a knock at the door, and a woman's voice calling, "Housekeeping." Of course I couldn't answer, so she came in. She was in her mid - fifties with short grey hair and matronly looking - very big up - top and wearing a pink house coat. "Well, well, well!" She said, "What do we have here?"

I looked up at her trying to look like I was pleading - trying to will her to untie me. But she just went back to the door, pulled in her trolley and closed the door. She looked down at me, "I recognize you," She said. "You're supposed to be doing a room inspection, aren't you?" All I could do was nod.

"Well," she said, "You've fucked that up, haven't you?"

I moaned and nodded - still pleading with my eyes.

"You're wanting me to untie you?"

I nodded.

"Well, I'll do that if you do something for me."

I nodded. I didn't know what I could do for her, but - Jesus - anything to get out of this.

"I haven't had a good orgasm for fucking months. My old man is useless." I was getting a sinking feeling. "So, you bring me off, and I'll untie you. How's that?" I must have looked like a rabbit in the headlights. But what could I do? "I'll take this gag off, but if you scream, I'll just leave. Then you can see who finds you next. You going to scream?"

I shook my head. So she unbuckled the ball gag and took it off. My jaw was aching it had been held open so long. I lay there looking up at her and she just smiled down at me. Then she hiked up her housecoat and pulled off her huge white knickers. She stood up on the bed and lowered herself, still dressed, down onto my face. I could hardly breath as I felt her gash against my mouth and nose. She smelt of pee. 

"Well, then." She said, "Get on with it." I knew what she wanted, and started to lick at her smelly cunt with my tongue. Licking and flicking at it, she slowly started to taste sweeter as her juices mixed with her piss. I could hear her moaning, but couldn't see a thing as her housecoat hid her from view. As she adjusted how she sat, I could lick up and down along her slit and even flicked at her arsehole as well. Well, what else could I do? At least if I brought her off she would untie me and let me go. I tried my best, I really did - licking and flicking at her slit, her clit, her arse. She started playing with my nipples by pulling on the chain - I almost shrieked the first time, the pain was so great. Then she lifted her skirt so she could play with her clit while I licked and sucked on her huge labia. I could hear her moaning and groaning and rocking left and right until finally, she fell forward on top of me; I could see her pussy right in front of me pulsating and dribbling her juices. She rolled off me and started to straighten her disheveled clothing.

"Please," I said. "Please let me go."

When she picked up the gag I realized my mistake. Realized this wasn't over yet. "No, no, please," I said shaking my head as she put the gag back on. My nose was wet with her smell.

"I think I might need to come back later and finish this room." She said. "But I'll leave you with a little gift."

I looked at her with a questioning gaze, "Why? What?" She rummaged about in her trolley and then turned to show me she had a big black butt plug in her hand. 

"It's amazing what people leave behind in hotel rooms." She said. My eyes widened and that just made her smile. She stuck the plug in her mouth, to moisten it, then knelt between my legs at the foot of the bed, and eased the plug into my arsehole. Oh good grief. How much worse could this get?

She stood up and looked down at me, spat on me (I kid you not), and growled, "Fucking slut."

It had been literally hours since Mr. Stephens had left the room, and I didn't think I could take it much longer. The chambermaid hadn't been any help at all - in fact she'd made things positively worse. It would still be hours before six o'clock and what the hell would happen then. meanwhile, I was AWOL from my job and what was the manager going to say? I was fucked. Metaphorically and literally.

I drifted into semi - consciousness for what must have been an hour before there was a knock on the door again. This time it was a man's voice. "Maintenance. Hello?"

Again, I couldn't answer, couldn't hide myself from whoever came into the room. As it happened, it was a man, in a maintenance uniform and carrying a toolbox. "Hello?" He called as he came in, then, when he saw me, "Oh... Hello." with a broad toothy smile. He wasn't bad looking, but then - Christ - my judgement was somewhat influenced by my situation.

he looked me up and down - what a fucking mess I was in. Still cum from Mr. Stephens, and spit from the chambermaid. Makeup smeared over my face from the chambermaid's bum. And a chain hanging between my nipples. An absolute mess. But I guess I was still something of a turn - on to the maintenance man.

He fished around in is pocket and pulled out a mobile phone. He dialed a number and someone picked up, "Hiya, Ron. I have a situation up in 316. I think I'm going to need some help." I was shaking my head and trying to scream through the gag, but he wasn't interested. "Bring Dave too." I was shaking my head violently now, and pulling against my bonds, but they were tied too tight. There was nothing I could do.

While he was waiting for his friends, the maintenance man started teasing me with the dildo; sliding it slowly out then ramming it back in with a single swift movement. Out slowly then in fast. Over and over, as I moaned and shook my head. A few minutes passed and then Ron and Dave arrived. The three of them looked down at me on that bed, and I don't think I have ever seen anyone hungrier. "Well, well, well Darren. Thank you for sharing!" Sneered Ron. "Do you think she's a screamer?"

I shook my head, desperate to have the gag off. I mumbled "Please" as best I could and I think they must have understood. So they took off the gag, and again my jaw ached as I was finally able to close my mouth, "Thank you." I whispered, hoarsely.

"Please. Please can you take off these handcuffs? The key is on the telly."

"Not just yet, gorgeous." Said Ron.

But he did start undoing the ropes around my ankles and I could finally draw my legs together - the dildo and butt plug still inside me. With my hands still above my head I drew myself up into a ball, trying to hide my body from three pairs of prying eyes. My arse was still stinging from my spanking and my pussy sore from the hours of fucking from the biggest dildo I had ever seen.




Hotel Room



It was clear why Darren had called Ron. He was the ringleader of this little group. He looked down at me, "Kneel up, you little slut," He said. When I didn't do as he said immediately he slapped my already sore arse. I moved quickly, and knelt on all fours - which was difficult and painful with my hands cuffed together. Ron undid the rope tying the handcuffs to the bed and - to my great relief - pulled out the dildo. But then he lay down face up on the bed, and lifted me over him, so I was straddling him. He bit at my tits, pulled at the chain between my nipples with his teeth, and grabbed my arse in his hands; he undid his fly and started to fuck my sore and throbbing pussy. I felt someone pull at the butt plug; it popped out and moments later I felt a cock - it must have been Darren's - pushing to enter my arsehole. I gasped - but I was so weak by this time, I had no resistance left. Darren's cock inched its way into my back passage and I could feel myself fuller than I had ever been, with two cocks inside me. But Dave wasn't to be left out. He undid his fly and fed his semi - hard cock into my mouth. 

The pain and exhaustion was slowly being replaced with something else. I was turned on - very turned on. I had been turned into a complete slut - used in all kinds of ways, but I was still here, and suddenly, feeling three cocks fuck me in unison was feeling pretty good. No, not pretty good, really good. In fact, pretty bloody electrifying. As the lads realized I was enjoying myself, they really went at it with a passion. I rocked back and forth as they fucked me from front and rear, groaning and moaning with a mouth full of Dave's cock. My whole body was tingling; I had never felt anything like it. When my orgasm came it seemed to last forever; the world became timeless and I was floating.

I don't know what it was, but all three of them ended up coming within seconds of one another - both Darren and Dave pulling out to spatter me with semen; Ron spurting his load deep inside me. They were all three of them spent. And although tired, I realized that the euphoria immediately following sex was the best time for me to escape. I stood up and went to the side with the telly. Undid the handcuffs and left them on the side. Ron was still lying on the bed, Darren sitting on it, and Dave adjusting his jeans. I picked up my clothes, shoes and my clipboard and headed for the door. I flicked through my clipboard looking to find another empty room. 

"Oi! Where are you going?" Called Ron.

"Back in a mo." I lied.

318 was supposed to be empty. I tiptoed into the empty corridor, and used my pass key to get into 318 then I locked and chained the door. Relief. Dropping my clothes on the bed, I jumped into the shower. I washed the cum and sweat and spit and everything off my body until I felt fresh and new. Wrapped in a towel I blow - dried my hair. I threw away the remnants of my stockings but put on my blouse and skirt (Both if which were mostly unscathed). Then I spent a few minutes with the clipboard and worked out what I had seen on the third floor. In fact, all forty rooms passed muster (though I only ever set foot in a quarter of them).

On shaky legs and with my feet still sore in my shoes, I took the lift back to the ground floor. I tottered around to the manager's office, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." He called.

In I went, "Hello, it's only me. I have finished the third floor."

"Ah. Well done - thanks!" The way he looked up at me, I think he could probably tell I wasn't wearing a bra (or at least he suspected). I handed him the clipboard and he flicked through the papers. "That was quick work, Nicki - thank you. I know room inspections can be pretty boring, but it seems like you've done a thorough job."

He looked up at me and I smiled down at him, "Thanks."

"Not much work for the maintenance lads on the third floor." He said, "I thought you'd be keeping them busy."

"You have no idea." I thought. "No idea."

As I was turning to leave there was a knock and Ron put his head round the door.

"Hi boss, you were looking for me?"

His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me.

"Ah yes Ron. Just got the report back from Nicki. Sounds like you have got the third floor perfect. Hope she's right. It'll be your lads for the high jump if we don't get our rating."

"Yes boss. Third floor's ship shape."

I was walking across the lobby to the door when Ron caught up with me, "Leaving so soon?"

I nodded and kept walking. "Yup. Well, you're going to be busy the rest of the day."

"Really?" said Ron.

"Yup. Cos you told him that the third floor's perfect and I have no idea whether it is. You're going to have to inspect it yourself."

"You what?"

"Well, I was tied to the fucking bed all day. How do you think I managed to inspect the rooms? And after the way you treated me, covering for my inspection's the least you can do. Isn't it?"

I left him standing open - mouthed in the lobby and walked outside. I was sore all over, elated and relieved to be free. I hailed a cab. "where to love," Asked the cabbie as he looked at me in the rear - view mirror.

I sighed deeply. 

"Sounds like you've had a rough day." He said.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I replied.

"Hotel work will do that to you." He chuckled.

No shit. I kept to office work for quite a while after that.



Hotel Room



You sit and you wait.

You are on the edge of the bed, dressed and waiting.

Slowly, quietly, the door opens and she walks in. She is young, 19 or 20, about 5 foot 4, shoulder length jet black hair, shiny and straight, it frames her beautiful face. Two big brown eyes stare at you as she tilts her head very slightly to one side. She is a little shy, a little apprehensive, she's never done this sort of thing before but she will do anything to please you. Her cheekbones are high; as she smiles sweetly you look at her cherry red lips, full and soft.

She starts to walk towards you, slowly, deliberately, placing one foot in front of the other, her feet are bare. Her thin, yellow, cotton dress flows over her delicate curves, the hem swaying around her thighs as she moves. As you study her, you can just make-out the lines of her underwear through the light material. Her bra holds her small firm breasts still, accentuating the pert, round orbs they conceal. Her panties are cut high over her hips, their outline plunging low between her legs. The gap at the top of her inner thighs is clearly visible, framed by her panties, topped by their gusset. She stops, turns around slowly, pausing for a moment as she faces away from you. You look at her perfectly rounded bottom and feel a stirring in your loins; this is going to be wonderful. Looking her up and down, you focus again on her panty line, her flawless, tanned legs, smooth as silk, perfect, from her feet up, her legs disappear up under the loose hem of her dress, back to the line of her panties. She turns back to face you and takes another two steps. Now, only 5 feet away from you, she stops again. She gives you time to study her, to take in her beauty, look at her hair, her eyes, her luscious red lips, her delicate shoulders and arms, her breasts, her flat stomach, down to her feet, up those legs, to the hem of her loose, cotton dress, back to the lines of her white cotton panties underneath. You can just sense her perfume, light and flowery.

She turns around again, giving you another chance to take in the curves of her back, coming in from her shoulders, a dip into her lower back, the line of her panties underlining her back. She bends forwards. Her bottom is raised towards you, just out of your reach. You sit still and you study. Her arse is perfect, round and firm, you can't take your eyes off of it. She bends further forwards, keeps her legs straight, puts her hands on the floor in front of her bare toes. Her dress rides up, revealing white cotton, her panties curving over her most intimate areas. You feel yourself stiffen. 

She stands up again, turns back towards you and smiles, a loving smile, she takes the final few steps until she is inches from you. She reaches down towards your hands, you offer them to her, she takes them and places them on either side of her waist. She is slim, firm and slim, a vessel for pleasure, and tonight it's your pleasure. Your hands are on the light cotton of her dress and you can feel the warmth of her body underneath, you pause to savour the moment. 

Slowly, very slowly, you move your hands around to her back, you fingers meet just above her panties, in the depression of her lower back, you pull her closer towards you. She gasps slightly, you put your cheek on the soft material covering her flat stomach, smell her scent and start to explore her back with you hands. You move your hands up, almost to her shoulders, feel the straps of her bra as you move. She reaches both of her hands behind herself and releases the clip, the straps come apart and you move your hands higher, find the zipper at the top of her dress. You loosen it, but the dress still clings to her body. She raises her hands to the sides of her head and drags her hair up with her fingers. It falls back into place but she keeps her hands in the air, clasping them together high above her head, accentuating the curves of her body. You gradually move your hands back down her back, towards her hips, you pause above her panties. She lowers her hands, brushes one of them through your hair, leans forwards, bending so that her body moves slightly away from you. She brings her mouth down level with you ear and whispers 'go on' before slowly standing again.

You touch the top of her panties through the light material of her dress and you feel your cock twitch. Painfully slowly, absorbing every moment, you slide your hands down over her firm, round buttocks. You sit and hold them a second, then caress them gently, feeling around the edges of her panties as you move.

Your hands glide down the backs of her legs, over the hem of her dress, until you touch skin with skin. Her legs are smooth, warm and silk to the touch, you slide your hands down until you feel the curves at the backs of her knees, down over her calves. Moving back up, you retrace the lines, the curves of her perfect legs, back up until you reach the hem of her skirt again. You keep your hands on her skin and slide them up under the fabric of her dress, it rides up, the light cotton resting on the backs of your hands and your wrists. You reach the edge of her panties and stop, feel the apprehension in your own body, listen to her breathing, run your fingertips gently along the material a little. You feel your hands moving up over her bottom again, feel the soft cotton of her panties, filled with a firm, tight arse. You caress and explore the back of her panties, feel the gap underneath them where her bottom retreats, feel around the edges, along the top, around to her stomach.

Another pause, your hands half on her stomach, half on her panties, before running both of your hands upwards. You feel her belly button, small and round and nestled in the middle of her flat stomach. You move your hands to her waist, your thumbs towards her stomach, your fingers towards her back, she feels small and delicate, you could pick her up easily. Your hands continue their journey upwards and you reach her loosened bra. Sliding you fingers underneath her bra, you reach up and find her breasts. They are firm, round, the nipples hard. You take one in each hand and explore them carefully. Using your thumbs and index fingers you gently squeeze her nipples and she moans, steps back slightly. You take your hands away and look up at her. She smiles again and slowly takes off her dress, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. She doesn't step out of it, just lets it sit at her feet, she puts her arms up and takes off her bra, dropping it to the floor next to her.

She moves back towards you, takes your hands again and places them back on her breasts. You move your hands over her breasts once more and then reach up to touch her shoulders, run your hands down the length of her arms to her hands. As you reach her hands she holds yours, moves her arms away from her sides a little, pauses a second, drops your hands and spins around to face away from you once more. Your face is level with the dip in her back and you look down at her white cotton panties, your cock is fully erect and you feel it straining inside your pants. You place your hands up onto her shoulders, slide them down and together, over her shoulder blades, your fingers coming towards each other as you feel down the length of her spine, into the dip at the bottom of her back, just above her panties. You move your hands back out to her waist and slide them down over her hips, over the top of her panties, over the material, over the bottom edge, over the outside of her thighs. You caress down her thighs, past her knees, her calf muscles, to her feet. As you start to bring your hands back up her legs she bends forwards, rounding her arse even more and presenting the slightest bulge of her pubic mound between her legs, cupped in her white panties, towards your face. Your hands reach the tops of her thighs, touch the material of her panties, you cup her buttocks a moment before running one of your hands slowly down the line of her bottom, feeling the tight material stretched over the gap until you come to her pussy. 

Her panties feel slightly damp as your fingers brush over the outline of her pussy, pushed towards you between her legs as she bends away from you, her arse in the air, her white cotton panties taught across her arse, the slight bulge of her vagina forced against the gusset, you caress it, you hear her moan. You move your face towards the material and can smell the faint musk of her juices, you kiss her pussy through her panties. Taking your index finger, you gently feel along the edge of her panties and slowly slide your finger between the material and her smooth skin. You hook the damp white cotton to one side.

Her pussy is wet, very wet, pushed between her legs as she bends away from you with her panties held to one side, you take a long look at the glistening, pouting lips, before you reach forward and lick your tongue up the entire length of her moist labia. Licking a second time, you take longer, pausing to push your tongue deep in between her pussy lips, tasting her, feeling your cock straining, the head starting to feel damp itself. You lick a third time, the tip of your tongue reaching as far as her anus, the side of it brushing along the edge of her panties. She stands up slowly and you release her, let go of her panties. She turns to look at you. She takes half a step backwards, stepping out of her dress before running her own hands down her own body, from her neck to her pubic mound, she caresses her breasts, slides over her tummy, to the top of her panties, she pushes one hand into the top of her panties and you can see it sliding down inside them. She moans softly as she pushes two of her own fingers deep into her pussy, then she slowly slides them back out, back out of the top of her panties. She stares you straight in the eye as she lifts her two wet fingers to her mouth and puts them in, sucking them clean. 

She kneels down in front of you and pushes your chest, so you fall backwards. Quickly, you grab a pillow from above yourself on the bed and jam it under your head, lifting it slightly so you can watch what she is doing. She puts her hands on your knees and moves your legs slightly apart, enough for her to shuffle forwards in between them. She puts her hands on your thighs and runs them up towards your belt, bringing them together to unfasten the buckle. Slowly, surely she reaches for the button of your jeans and skilfully unfastens that, she moves down to the zipper and slides that down. She pulls the top of your jeans apart as much as she can, but you are sitting on them and she can't move them far. She reaches her hand into your shorts and you feel it wrap around your cock. She frees it from the confines of your underwear and holds it proudly in front of her, you see the glisten of your own pre-come shining at its tip. Slowly, gently, she draws her hand down the length of your shaft, pulling back your foreskin. With your cock held firmly but gently in her hand she looks at it closely and begins to pump her hand up and down, slowly, deliberately, letting you savour every moment, feel the sensations. Up and down, up and down, your hard cock held in her small hand, you feel incredibly hard and feel the first twitches of approaching orgasm, deep in your groin. She stops moving her hand, releases your cock, moves backwards, away from you. You start to sit up, to see where she is going. She bends down and pulls on the laces of your shoes, removes them, pull off your socks before reaching up to the top of your jeans. Slipping her hands under the waistline she starts to tug, you lift your backside off of the bed and she pulls your jeans down to your ankles, pulls them off over your feet. Your cock is standing proudly through the hole in the front of your boxer shorts and she holds it carefully with one hand while she pulls on your shorts with the other. You lift up again and she feeds your dick through your shorts so that she can take them off. She urges you to sit up all the way and puts her hands on the bottom of your t-shirt, your raise your arms to let her remove it, then you lie back down on your pillow, naked.

With your head on the pillow you watch her as she gently parts your legs again, moves forwards, towards you, studies your rigid cock. She takes it gently in one hand and lowers her face towards it, looking closely at it, she peels back the foreskin, parts her lips and slides her mouth down over the head, you feel the warmth of her mouth as it closes over you. Warm and wet, she holds the head of your hard cock in her mouth and slowly rolls her tongue around it. Around and around, just the head, she rolls her tongue around. She sucks very gently and takes another inch into her mouth, you feel her lips on your shaft, tight and warm, allowing her tongue to explore more easily. She holds your dick with on hand, at the base of your shaft, keeping your foreskin pulled back, her lips around your cock, just below the head, her tongue rolling around and around the head. You feel giddy with the incredible sensations she is giving you, the head of your cock feels electric, as her tongue rolls around and around you feel waves of pleasure washing over you, the familiar twitches in your groin tell you that you can come any time you like. Her tongue stops moving, she sucks a little harder as she pulls her mouth up and your dick pops out with a slight slurp. She looks into your eyes and smiles, licks her lips and lowers her mouth back to your cock, holding it in one hand she takes as much of it as she can deep into her mouth. Sucking hard, she starts to move her head up and down, sliding your hard cock in and out of her mouth, slurping, sucking, she starts to bob up and down, the feeling is amazing and she doubles it when she starts to move her hand up and down your shaft as well. Her head is bobbing up and down and her hand is sliding up and down in rhythm, making you thrust very slightly, uncontrollably, against the deep, powerful sensations you feel. She slows down again, comes to a stop, sucks hard as she pulls her mouth over the tip of you cock again, letting it pop out. The tip of your dick glistens with her saliva and your pre-come and she takes your shaft with both of her hands, rolls them around and up and down gently, letting them slide over the lubricants you have produced together.

As she skilfully massages your cock, rolling it around it her hands, she slowly stands up. She keeps massaging as she stands, turns away from you slightly and passes one of her legs over the top of you. She sits on your chest, facing away from you, gently teasing your dick with both of her hands. Then she slowly brings herself up onto her knees and lets you bring your arms out from under her, put them outside of her legs; she leans forwards, away from you. She shuffles backwards, her white cotton panties tight against her perfect little arse, moving her hands up and down, up and down, stroking your cock all the time.

You look at her arse, her panties stretched across it, as she lowers herself towards your face. You bring your hands up and hook a couple of fingers under one side, hook her panties out of the way, reveal her lovely wet, pink pussy once more. Your head on the pillow gives you the perfect view and the perfect angle, as she carefully lowers her pussy towards your face you take-in the gorgeous view, before plunging yourself into that warm, wet heaven. You start to lick as you feel her mouth encircle the head of your cock again. You feel your body tingling all over, a radiance of pure pleasure emanating from the tip of you erect penis, sending little electrical charges out down your legs, up your stomach, into your chest, down your arms to your fingertips and into your head. You take your spare hand, quivering with the waves of pleasure washing over you, and you gently part the petals of her wet labia, take a look at the moisture glistening inside her vagina before slowly running your tongue from the edge of the opening, just below her anus, down her pussy, held open by you fingers, to the small, hard bud of her clitoris. You slide your tongue over her clitoris, lifting it's little hood away with the tip of you tongue, your start to draw tiny circles around her clit with you tongue and feel her body writhe with pleasure. You are holding her pussy open with your fingers, licking around her clit, looking at her panties, held to one side with your other hand, feeling her mouth sliding up and down on your cock, her tongue teasing circles around its head. You are in heaven.

You try not to thrust as your cock twitches and your balls tighten, she moans and squirms as you lick her clitoris, her moans sending miniature vibrations down the length of your dick. You can't stop yourself, you thrust your cock into her mouth, just a little, the pleasure too much, your animal instinct starting to take over. She reacts by sucking harder, pushing herself into your face and squirming around on you. You can sense she is reaching orgasm and feel your own juices rising deep within your groin. Her mouth slides up and down on your cock, her tongue glides round and round its head, your face is pushed deep into her as you lick her wet pussy, feel the bud of her clitoris with the tip of your tongue, feel your hard cock in her mouth, feel your come start to rise in your balls, feel your orgasm approach, she stops moving, takes your cock out of her mouth, holds its base with one hand, encircling it with her index finger and her thumb, she squeezes tight, stops the flow from you balls, she speaks, 'no' and you relax your body, let your impending climax retreat back into yourself, stop licking her, drop your head onto the pillow, you move your hands, release the lips of her labia, cover her pussy with her panties again, drop your hands to your sides and relax. You look at the perfect shape of her arse, her legs parted, you look down towards her firm breasts hanging freely over your stomach, you see her hand firmly holding the base of your cock and realise that you are back in control of yourself, you will not come yet. She can sense you relaxing and releases her grip, your cock is still very hard, and a drip of pre-come oozes from its tip, she reaches down with her mouth, licks the liquid from the end of your cock before lifting one of her legs back over you, she kneels next to you and smiles 'please don't come until I say?' she asks. You promise her that you won't.

She smiles, she is happy. She faces you now, straddles you again, her eyes locked on yours. She reaches down and pulls her panties to one side herself, she positions herself over your hard cock, uses her free hand to take hold of you, pulls back on your foreskin and positions you at the edge of her vagina. She holds you there for a moment, the tip of your cock just nudging at the opening of her moist slit, her panties held to one side, she is ready for you. Slowly, deliberately, controlled, she lowers herself onto you, your cock glides gently into her, she is tight, warm and tight and you feel yourself sliding into her, slowly, you feel every inch of yourself, slipping slowly into her tight, wet pussy. She lowers herself onto you, you sink all the way in, her eyes are locked onto yours, she gasps, you feel her settle completely, your cock totally inside her, you can feel her encircling you, she relaxes, sits still, looks at you and concentrates on the feeling of you inside her. You feel her vaginal muscles tense, feel her constricting herself around your shaft, enjoying the feeling of your iron hard cock deep within her as she shifts her weight slightly from side to side, she is lost in the sensations, feeling how you fill her. She gyrates, rolls her hips around in small circles to better feel you inside her, your cock is held tight and you can feel her warmth completely surrounding you, the smallest of movements around the head of your penis, tiny little sensations, warm and wet. 




Hotel Room



She lifts herself up, slides up your hard shaft until the head of your dick slides slowly out of her, she releases the edge of her panties, puts both of her hands on your chest and drops herself onto you, your cock slips in, the edge of her panties drags slightly down one side of your shaft as she takes you into her once more. She gasps again, looks into your eyes, smiles and lifts herself again. You feel your cock slide almost all the way out of her again before she plunges down, dropping onto you, the feeling around you cock hot, wet and tight. She slowly begins to pump up and down on, you feel her tight pussy sliding up and down on your cock, feel her panties along the side of your shaft, feel how tight she is around the head of you hard, hard cock. Up and down, up and down, she is pumping her pussy up and down on your cock, her eyes fixed onto yours, her tight, round breasts bobbing up and down in front of you, you hands move to her waist to hold her steady as she continues to pump, up and down, up and down. She is fucking you now, sliding herself up and down your cock, her pussy tight and wet, her breath coming in short gasps as she feels you inside her. Her pussy is tight, sliding up and down on you, taking your cock deep within her, lifting up until the tip of you penis is just outside of her, plunging down again, you feel her pussy swallow your hard cock, the warmth and the wetness covering every part of the surface of your dick, your nerve endings going into overdrive, registering millions of tiny sparks of pleasure as she fucks you. Harder and harder she pumps up and down on you, faster and faster she moves, she starts to gyrate again, makes small circles with her hips as she pumps up and down, throws her dead back and moans loudly, you feel your juices start to flow again, your groin muscles start to contract. She is panting loudly now, she will soon reach her own orgasm and you are on the verge of yours. You hold yourself back, fight against coming, think about the promise you made to her, grit your teeth, tense your cock as hard as you can, you release an uncontrollable groan and she stops. You breath, short sharp breaths as you calm yourself down, hold yourself back from the edge, stop yourself from exploding deep inside her. She sits perfectly still, your cock held deep inside her, she smiles and whispers "good boy", before slowly lifting herself up again, your hard penis sliding out of her, she releases you. She sits on your stomach, looking into your eyes, a bead of sweat drips down her cleavage.

She lifts one of her legs over you and kneels next to you once more.

She reaches for your hands, you offer them and she pulls you forward, helps you to sit up. She beckons for you to stand and takes the pillow from where your head had rested. You stand up and she shuffles over on the bed, puts the pillow down and bends forward, turning her head sideways and resting her cheek on the pillow. She arches her back and presents her bottom high into the air, as you look at her face she raises one eyebrow, letting you know that she is waiting for you. You move close behind her and she parts her legs slightly, her feet and knees shoulder-width apart, she is face down, back arched, bottom lifted for you. You look down at her backside, her white cotton panties still cover her perfect arse, tight and stretched, covering her bottom, her pubic mound bulges out slightly between her inner thighs, a damp patch on the gusset of her panties shows how wet she is, how turned on by you she is, you move closer.

You take your dick in one hand and press the head against her panties, rub it up and down the soft material, pressing her underwear into the line of her arse, feel the cotton against the head of your penis. Pressing down on your shaft, you bend your cock forwards, rub it along the line of her gusset, feel the moisture seeping through her panties. You hook her panties to one side, reveal her pussy once more, rub the head of your cock up and down the her hot, wet labia. Slowly, gently, you ease the tip of your cock into her, teasing her, teasing yourself, rolling the head of your penis around in small circles as you carefully ease yourself into her. You slide yourself in, she is tight, tighter still now she is on all fours in front of you, you push yourself all the way, deep into her, feel your balls touch her, touch her panties, touch her pussy. You take you hand from your dick and reach under her, slide your fingers along the edge of her panties, find her pussy, feel along it, touch the bud of her clitoris, roll her clitoris between your thumb and finger. She moans, pushes her bottom higher into the air, pushes back onto you, takes your cock deeper. You caress her clitoris and slowly ease yourself out of her, pull back until the tip of your cock slides slowly out of her pussy, rests against her labia once more. You take you hand from her clitoris, place it on her backside, on her panties, held to one side by your other hand, you pause for a moment before thrusting hard, pushing yourself deep into her, feeling yourself ram home, your body slamming against hers as you sink your cock in as far as it will go. She gasps, you feel her body tense, feel her tighten, constricting around your cock. You ease yourself out of her again, pause for a second, thrust forward, pull out, thrust in, out, in, out, in, you start to pump your cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy.

You look down at her arse as you thrust in and out of her, her panties pulled to the side, you see the glistening bud of her anus, you move your hand from her panties, down towards her anus. You touch your index finger to her arsehole, make little circles around her anus, wet with her juices, moist and lubricated with the juices flowing from her pussy. You thrust deep into her, stop, feel how the walls of her pussy contour to the shaft of your cock, you slide your finger into her anus, it slips in easily, but she tenses around you. Her anus tightens around your finger as her body spasms, you feel the walls of her vagina tighten around the shaft of your cock. You start to slide your finger in and out of her anus, out of time with your cock. As you pull your cock out, so you push your finger in, you thrust your cock in, pull your finger out, she moans, squirms with pleasure, you are driving her wild, thrusting your cock in and out of her, probing her anus with your finger. You feel yourself edging towards oblivion, she is so tight and warm, so moist around your cock, but you know you cannot come. So you stop thrusting, slow down, feel yourself as you slide in and out, slowly, savouring each moment. 

She drops her bottom away form you, falls onto her stomach, rolls over onto her back. She looks up at you and tells you 'I think I am ready'.

She lifts her hips into the air, removes her panties. She takes her panties in her hand, rubs them down the side of your face, reaches to your hand and gives them to you, presses them into your hand. You take her panties and look at her as she lies on her back, spreads her legs wide and looks up at you, she is desperate for you, wills you to fuck her, to make her come. You move yourself over her, lift yourself, your toes at the end of the bed, you hold her panties in your hand, your arms straight, hands on either side of her head. She takes the tip of you cock in one hand and guides you to her pussy, holds you, slips the head of your cock between the lips of her pussy. You feel her panties in your hand.

You hesitate for one second, then you thrust into her, you thrust and pause, withdraw and pause, thrust wait, withdraw, wait, pausing after each movement, you begin to fuck her. You gradually, slowly, increase the pace, slide in and out of her a little faster, in, out, in, out, thrusting, pumping, you start to fuck her harder, harder, harder, you are fucking her hard and she is responding, you thrust, she gasps, you thrust again, she moans, you pump yourself in and out of her hot, wet, tight pussy and you feel her all around you. You can feel her warmth, her wet, her heat around your cock as you thrust into her, you hold yourself up on your hands, your cock deep inside her, you make circular motions with your hips, grind yourself against her. All the time feeling the soft cotton of her panties, held tightly in your hand.

She feels your body against her clitoris and tries to cry-out, tries to warn you that you will make her come, but you are too carried away in your own feelings, the feelings f your cock held deep inside her, you thrust, you gyrate, she gasps, she moans, she is coming, you feel her tighten even more, she is impossibly tight around you cock, her body in spasm, her muscles twitching, constricting, pumping your cock. You look down at her, pull your cock out to the edge of her pussy, slide back into her, feel her coming hard. She moans loudly, pushes herself up towards your cock one more time, then collapses onto the bed.

You slip from her, your dick stands proud before you, she has come, come very hard, and you have not, she is satisfied and you have more within you. She opens her eyes, looks at you, smiles and says 'you can come whenever you like'.

She lifts her legs up towards her shoulders, raises her ankles and puts them over your shoulders. You hold her panties in one hand and your dick in the other. You guide your cock to her pussy, grip her panties tightly and slowly slip your cock into her. You thrust deep, slowly and deeply, you are on the edge of coming, feeling every tiny part of the inside of her pussy rubbing against the shaft of your cock, teasing the head, drawing you towards your orgasm. Slowly, surely, you thrust into her, pull out of her, thrust in, pull out, you can come any time you like. You pump your cock into her pussy, in and out, in and out, you feel the juices start to swirl in your loins, feel your balls tighten, feel yourself sliding in and out of her. You fuck her deep, slowly, hard and deep, your cock alive with pleasure, you feel your juices rise. You look into her face, pump your cock into her, hold her panties in your hand, thrust in, out, slowly, surely, feel your cock inside her. You come, and you come, and you come, you come hard, very hard, you are coming, coming hard, coming deep inside her, your orgasm washes over you, pulses of hot come force themselves out of you, into her, pulsing, pulsing, you come and you come and you come. You close your eyes, you see black fireworks firing into oblivion, feel your whole body convulse, waves of orgasm wash over you. 

You slow down your movements, gradually stop thrusting, withdraw your cock form inside her, slowly, carefully. You roll to one side and collapse onto the bed, exhausted and spent. You listen to her breathing, as she gradually regains control, her breathing slows, she starts to relax. 

She sits up, reaches over to you and takes her panties from your hand. She bends forwards, moves her panties towards your slowly deflating penis. She wraps her panties around your cock and you feel it twitch once more, it is spent, and the feeling is too much, but you cannot stop her. She holds you cock in her panties, in her hand, leans closer and takes you into her mouth, sucks hard, coaxes every last drop of semen form you. She sucks, slips your cock into her mouth, slides up and down a few times, making sure she has taken every last bit of your come. She rubs her panties around your cock, drying it with the soft white cotton, caressing you gently, making you clean.

Holding onto her panties, she stands up, moves off of the bed, looks down at you. You lie on your back and stare into her eyes. She smiles, steps into her panties, pulls them up. She picks up her bra, pulls it over her arms, reaches behind herself, fastens the catch. She takes her dress from the floor, slips it up over her thighs, over her panties, over her shoulders, slips her arms in, reaches her hands behind herself and pulls the zipper up. She leans towards you, kisses you gently on the lips, says 'thank you' and turns and walks away. Her feet fall one in front of the other as you look at her yellow summer dress, her white cotton panties barely visible between her legs. She reaches the door, opens it, does not look back, walks through the door, it closes behind her and she is gone. You look at the door for a few moments longer, before resting your head back on your pillow and closing your eyes. 



Hotel Room



I wrote this story for a friend of mine and she has urged me to place it here for you all to read. I hope that you enjoy it.

"I'm coming!" you call as there is a knock on the door, grabbing your silk robe and draping it over you sensuous body you head for the door. "Who is it?"

"Room service" a male voice calls from the other side

You open the door puzzled as you have not ordered anything. Your breath catches as you see me standing there. "What the Fuck do you want?!?" you scream in my face. 

"Still pissed then? Not surprising really, aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Invite you in? Are you insane? After all the pain you put me through? Fuck off!" You swing the door in my face with all your strength and expect to hear a satisfying slam but the door stops on my foot.

"OK then we will get to the invites later" so saying I push the door back towards you and you leap out of the way before it hits you. "Nice room Samara," I say as I walk inside and glance around briefly before my gaze falls on you. "you know .. You should not have run from me Babe. You must have known that I would find you, I own you Babe, you are mine!" 

While I am speaking you look down and realise that the robe has come partly undone; your hands race to close the robe but then stop, my god he still has the power to make me react! Angrily you raise your eyes "You! Don't fucking own me..." your words falter as our eyes meet and the electricity, the passion there mesmerises you, scares you. 

I step forward and you involuntarily start to take a step back until you realise what you are doing and you straighten your back, No I will not be intimidated! I will stand my ground! My gaze however is having another effect on you. Your gaze keeps wanting to lower, to break the contact that has you so wrong footed, so unsure of yourself. If anyone had told you that you would feel like this when you saw me again you would have laughed but you are not laughing now. That little voice is screaming in the back of your head "HIT HIM OR RUN DON'T JUST FUCKING STAND THERE!" Your heart is beating faster and you can remember, no feel yourself in my arms and you so long for that even after all the pain that I have put you through you still long for that, to feel my arms enfold you in my love, to feel so safe and secure, so loved. A tear gently rolls over your cheek and you take a step forward "What are you doing here Andrew?"

The mischievous smile is on my face, you realise that I have just heard every word of your internal conflict that I am still inside your head whispering to you. Still making you do things that you would never dream of doing, going against everything that you believe, everything that you have been taught. It always felt so wrong when you thought about it but that was the point with me whispering inside your head it didn't feel wrong, it felt so right, naughty yes, deliciously naughty. You are getting wet just thinking about being naughty, you nipples are reacting to my presence again they are getting erect as they always do, pressing against the thin material of your silk robe. You have no doubts that I can see them and it should make you blush or even be embarrassed but looking in my eyes it doesn't. It makes you feel hot, your temperature is rising and the butterflies are scrambling around in your stomach, your heart is hammering in your chest, your extremities start to tingle. Why him? How can this man who has done nothing but hurt you over and over again have this much power over you, to make you feel like this by just being in his presence. He is three steps away and you can smell me, you can smell my subtle scent, the scent that tells you that this is me. Even if you could not see you would know that I am near you. Just the thought of me brings my scent to you and your body starts to react. Now, hear with me in the room so close after so long your body is in over drive. It is reacting as if being touched, it is reacting on it's own with no direction from your brain, no control.

You lips part as if to speak but only a croak escapes your dry lips, licking them you try again "Why are you here? Please Andrew you hurt me so much, please don't do this again, please ...." The weakness, the pleading in your voice disgusts you but it is there and you know that you cannot do anything to change it not while you are drowning in my eyes.

I take a step towards you "I have come because I love you Beauty, I have come because I need you. I have come because I own you, you will never be happy with another man, you will never be happy with another cock filling you. You know this my love."

Your heart pounds even faster, even harder as I step towards you. My eyes grow and you fall deeper into them. The world ceases to exist there is only my eyes and the hammering of your heart.

My touch startles you out of your dream, how did he get that close? How the fuck did I not notice him get that close?!? 

My hand gently strokes your check as I step in and cup your face "You are so Beautiful Samara; I forget how beautiful you truly are my love, my Samara. When I am away from you I feel as though my memory must be looking through rose tinted glasses and I convince myself that you are not this gorgeous and then I see you again and you take my breath away. You are stunning my love." I slowly lean in and gently brush my lips to yours, my tongue darts lightly over your lips which open before you think and I enter your mouth. Lightly teasing and stroking inside your mouth, you tongue tries hungrily to catch it, to caress it to love it. Your arms wrap around me, your fear evaporates along with your reason.

My hands caress over your silk covered body, stroking down your spine and on to your fantastic ass. Lifting up the silk my hand finally makes contact with your naked flesh and the spark of electricity flows through us both making us catch our breath. The smoothness of you delicate skin surprises me as it is just as soft as the silk. You moan into my mouth as my hand strokes down over your cheek, down the cleft of your ass towards the heat emanating from your pussy.

Your breath comes harder and more shallow as you breath through your nose, your mouth now fully engaged, hungrily devouring my tongue, thought has long since vanished. The little voice has now stopped and there is only Wanton Samara, Needing Samara and Fucking Horny Samara! 

My hand edges close to your pussy, your juices are streaming down your leg; your hands start to rip at my shirt, you need to get at my flesh to kiss and bite and devour. Instead I pick you up in my strong arms and throw you across the room and onto the bed, the robe completely open now only partially hiding your taught stomach making you look even more wanton. Your legs are slightly spread and your breasts exposed to my eyes and for the first time you are not trying to cover yourself but with all the flesh exposed the horniest thing about you is your eyes, they are darker than I remember nut that could be the light, however I can see the filth flowing through your mind, the need in your eyes is scary, the passion almost overwhelming.

I move to the bed and take a leg in each hand and spread them wide exposing you sodden pussy, the musky aroma of your pussy is overwhelming as I move my head towards it. My nose is only millimetres from your pussy as I inhale deeply and then exhale blowing a stream of warm air over your erect clitoris. You shudder as my breath caresses your clit and you hold your breath as my tongue lightly brushes your clit, it teases over it stroking and lashing alternately. You moan and run your fingers through my hair and try to hold me there but I move aside and start to kiss your inner thighs. You groan with disappointment and then realise that you held you breath the whole time that my tongue teased your clit. My kisses are all over your thighs, nearing your pussy then away then near. I am driving you insane as all you want is me to lick you clit and then you ear a voice saying "eat me babe, eat my pussy, pleeease??? Oh babe eat me.." and with a shock you realise that the voice is yours. You have never uttered these words before but here you are with your legs spread begging to be eaten, to be taken by this man that has hurt you so often that will hurt you again but at this moment he is yours, all wonderfully yours and then you loose all inhibitions and don't care what you say, you surrender.

You reach down and grab handfuls of my hair pulling my face up so that we can look into each others eyes "Eat my CUNT NOW!" A huge grin spreads across my face and I dive back down thrusting my tongue deep inside you as you scream with pleasure. You grip my head harder pulling me deeper inside you, you grind your clit against my face, gyrating and thrusting with total abandon "Oh yes! Oh God! Oh FUCK!" Your orgasm starts to build from deep inside, it has been so long since you came and it is building so fast, your body is tingling. Is it even still your body it almost feels like this is happening to someone else but you don't care whose body this is as long as I let you come!

With that the orgasm hits, the thousand feathers that lightly stroked you have turned into ropes that bind you tight making breathing difficult and your back arch almost to the point of snapping, every muscles is locked taught and you can feel yourself ejaculating all over my face, stream after stream of your cum squirting out being pumped out. Everything is soaking, my face the bed your body what is covered in sweat is covered in your cum and still you ejaculate.

You finally stop cumming and you start to relax until you feel me drag you off of the bed and thrust my cock into your mouth, you are already struggling for breath after your orgasm and now my cock fills your mouth and it is thrusting deeper, nudging the back of your throat, forcing your throat to open. My cock is now straining to get inside your throat and you fight back the reaction to gag managing to take quick breaths to fill your oxygen starved lungs as my cock slides out only to thrust back in. You start to move your head but I have my hands firmly clamped to your head, handfuls of hair in my grasp as I thrust deeply in side your mouth, fucking your mouth as if it was a pussy. Forcing it deeper inside your throat, your nose is already against my pubes and then I hold you there and just rock for a while, my cock buried deeper inside you than you have ever felt, you lungs are screaming for oxygen as I just rock there, gently rocking back and forth feeling the muscles of your throat constrict as your body starts to fight for air. Stars start to appear before your eyes and you start to gag to expel this object from your throat.

At this point I withdraw and you hungrily gulp air into your starved lungs, tears start to stream down you face with the relief of oxygen. I still have hold of your hair and force your mouth back on my cock, although not as deeply. I allow you to breath a little as I fuck your face but I am starting to get deeper once again. With a rising panic you feel my cock bury itself deep in your throat, thrusting deeper and deeper, my cock feels as if it is growing even bigger, blocking your airway making it even more difficult to get your breath. You try to move your head but I have a firm hold and you cannot move. You start to push against my taught stomach trying to get some space to breath but I am too strong and continue to fuck your mouth getting ever deeper.

Then you worst fears are confirmed as I bury myself deeply inside your throat and stay there, your lungs start to protest once again but then you feel me cum, shooting stream after stream directly down your throat and into your stomach. I am still coming as I withdraw; you start to take in oxygen to you starved lungs as I continue to cum causing you to choke. You feel the last splatters of cum against your face as I finally withdraw my cock from your face.

You glance to the mirror and see a slut on her knees with cum dribbling from her mouth and all over her face, her mascara is running down her face from the crying to mix with the jizz already there but she has a huge smile on her face. You see me bend down to pick you and then you feel my hands push you onto the bed arranging you with your pretty little ass in the air, then you feel my cock enter your pussy and you sigh as I fill you.

I start to ease myself in and out of your tight pussy, it is grasping and sucking trying to get me deeper inside of you, the velvet walls constantly contract and massage my cock as I fuck you; I spread your ass cheeks to allow me to stroke deeper and fill you more. As I spread your cheeks your star shaped anus exposed and I stroke my finger in circles over and around it as I fuck you. I lean forward and push my fingers into your mouth "Make them wet babe, as they are going in your ass .." you suck on them for all you are worth putting as much saliva on my fingers as possible while you grunt and groan with each thrust.

Your breathing is starting to accelerate once more as you body starts to tingle, you feel my fingers slips from your mouth and then they plunge into your ass. "Ahh!" you squeal as I thrust my fingers into you, not with pain but surprise, you cannot believe how full you feel. My fingers are thrusting into your ass in time with my cock sliding into your pussy. I grab your hair and pull your head back as I thrust inside you releasing slightly as I withdraw only to pull again as I thrust once more "Oh God YES!" you scream as the orgasm approaches, your whole body is starting to shake with passion. You are sweating and grunting like an animal, you can hear yourself and are ashamed but do not care. Pleasure is coming and you NEED it, as I pull back on your hair you also thrust back impaling yourself on my cock and fingers. You are starting to get carried away and so I wait there and pull your hair back with out releasing as you fuck me, you impale yourself harder and faster grunting as you do. You feel like the animal that is being used and you do not care, you must cum that is all that matters so you thrust yourself onto me. You forget who you are, who I am, you just need to cum and with wild abandon you do! 

"ARGHH!" The climax rips through, you shudder as you scream all of your pent up emotions come pouring out in scream after scream, each louder than the one before! I pull my still hard cock from your twitching pussy and slide it into your ass, with all your cum on my cock it easily slides inside your ass. It is a few seconds before you realise what I have done and then you react "GET YOUR COCK OUT NOW!" you swing an arm back to knock me off but I catch it and hold it there. 

"No Beauty, your ass is mine. I have dreamed of this for so long and now I am going to fuck it, I am going to thrust my cock into your ass and cum deep inside your bowels whether you like it or not. This is happening, enjoy or don't!" With that I start to thrust into your tight virgin ass, you cannot believe the feeling of being filled and despite yourself you start to thrust back against me. You struggle to free your arm but I hold you still and fuck you as you thrust back. "Oh Babe that feels so good .." you mumble.

The sight of your virgin ass swallowing my cock quickly drives me to the edge and I cum deep in your bowels this makes you cum as you feel my seed fill you "Andrew!" you scream, your ass tightening then relaxing milking my cock as it spasms with the flows of your orgasm.

"Remember Samara, I own you now and forever. Don't ever run on me again! Do you understand?"

"Yes .. I mean no I will not run again, I am yours. You own me Master ..."