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Hotel

By: Texan065



The Bathroom

I work for many different clients in quite a variety of venues all over north Texas. I had a weeks worth of work in the Dallas area at one of the local hotels. While there I noticed that one of the bathrooms on the lobby level had a huge closet like bathroom in it. It had a real door with slats in it for real privacy. There was also some music playing for ambience and to cover up any sounds (disgusting or otherwise) that might occur in a bathroom. It gave me pause for thought.

I came up with a plan. My plan was to go to the Men Looking For Men personals on the craigslist site and put out an ad saying where I would be and what time. I even put a picture of my cock as well as a description of myself and what I was looking for. I posted the ad three days, then two days, then one day before it would happen just for maximum exposure. Here's the ad:

"Downstairs at the XXX Hotel there is a semi private bathroom where it's possible a meet and greet could happen. I have never actually sucked a cock but have had many a fantasy about doing it. 

I am 5'10", Caucasian and so so on the weight. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. I am about 7.5" long and uncircumcised.

Please, you be similar, Caucasian and with a nice sized (clean)6.5-8.5 inch cock. You must be drug and disease free as I am. Thanks and I look forward to meeting you between these time frames: 2pm-3pm on Fri. 04/20/07. Send me a face pic and a cock pic before you show up."

With that I was set. Our event was done by 10 am and the hotel would probably pretty much clear out. My flight wasn't scheduled until the next day so I would have plenty of time. I made it a point to not check my email account until I got off work each day just to add to the suspense. 

There were the usual responses such as "I gota bi 14 inch cock for you to face fuck with" or even the classic one "Once you take my big black anaconda you won't want little white cocks ever again". 

These I barely read, much less responded to. I wasn't looking for a redneck illiterate or for a "black anaconda". Maybe later, but not initially. I wanted my first bi experience to be kinder and gentler than that. It turned out later that I was an idiot for thinking that.

To tell the truth, there just didn't seem to be a whole lot of interest other than the idiots I already mentioned. Talk about being disappointed.

So, the big day finally arrived and everything went well for a last day. The last two sessions actually got cancelled so we struck everything early and got it loaded out by noon. I went and had a bite to eat and then back to my room where I took a nice long shower and got ready. I had big butterflies going on. I wasn't sure I could go through with this. By 1:45 pm I was pacing my room and I finally just headed down there.

When I got there it was a big letdown. No one was there. Of course, it was 10 minutes until 2pm so I was early. I waited for perhaps 5 minutes and I lost my nerve. I opened the door and started to step out and as I turned around there was someone there. He was pretty well built, a little on the slim side but still muscular. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. If I had a favorite kind of guy this one would be it I guess. Well, except for a dark haired guy with some moderate chest hair. That would have been nice as well.

He looked at me and inquired if I knew anything about Texan065. I wanted to run. I am sure he could see the panic in my eyes as I nodded. He smiled and gently pushed me back into the private stall. He didn't say a word as he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pressed down. I knew what he wanted and I slowly sank to my knees still unsure if I was going to do this or not. I mean, I could have left right then. Couldn't I? After I was down on my knees he gestured to the front of his pants and smiled.

Shakingly, I reached up and unzipped his pants. Then I reached in and felt pubic hair. He had no underwear on. I could already feel him growing as I gently pulled his cock out of his pants. I thought to myself that this was the true moment of truth as I surveyed it. I decided to go for it. I leaned forward and with the tip of my tongue I touched it. It jumped a little at the contact, but I didn't really get a good taste or feel. So I did it again only this time I began to just run my tongue up and down the length of it finally ending up at the head. I put it in my mouth and just swirled my tongue around. It got fully hard rather quickly after this. I loved the way this warm fleshy morsel filled my mouth. It just felt good. It felt right. So, I put as much in my mouth as possible. I didn't quite gag but, I came close.

Then I took it out of my mouth and began rubbing my lips all over it and tracing the veins with my tongue. It got to about 6 or 7 inches. He was circumcised so it slipped in and out of my mouth easily. He began to gently thrust into my mouth. Then he placed his hands on my head and pulled out, he lifted up his cock and pulled me back in. I took the silent hint and began to use the tip of my tongue on his hanging balls. He let go of his cock and it fell on my face. I loved how that felt. I felt like a slut for his cock and his balls with it rubbing my face like that as I sucked his balls. I let it rub up and down. I loved the way it felt on my face, like a heavy slab of meat. My nose was buried in his pubic hair and I could literally smell his masculinity. Then I took him back into my mouth and I began plunging my mouth up and down like I had seen in the porn flicks. 

He began fucking my mouth faster and faster. It didn't take long before his pre-cum was filling my mouth. It tasted pretty sweet I thought. I loved it. I wanted more of it. Then he began spurting his cum into mouth. His cock had just the head of it in when the first spurt released. So I tasted it all right there on my tongue. I wasn't prepared for that. I mean, I had wanted it, but I wasn't prepared for as much as what he released and when he released it. Some came out onto my chin. Then he rammed it back in and more came out this time going straight down my throat. He had thrust it all the way in and the head actually went past my tonsils and his balls hit my chin. His back arched as he came with three more spurts. Some of it I tasted and some went directly down my throat. One his hands went to wall to help support him as he stood there weak-kneed with his cock in my mouth. I kept sucking gently and cleaning him off. I used the tip of his cock to scoop what I had on my chin and placed it into my mouth.

Finally, he gestured towards the front of his pants again and I reluctantly took the silent hint and gently placed his cock back in his pants and then zipped him up. I decided right there and then that I liked doing this and I would definitely do this again. I got up and stretched as he turned and opened the door and walked out. There were a few guys standing around quietly and as soon as he walked out one of them turned and walked in and shut the door behind him.

He just looked at me and then simply said, "Get on your knees slut." And I did it. There was no real forcefulness to it, but I felt compelled to do so. Then he said, "You know what to do, so do it."

And I repeated what had happened before with the first guy. Except for a few details. The second guy was more like 9 inches long and I never was able to take it all in. And he just wanted me to suck him off. He didn't want me sucking his balls or anything like that. His cock got hard fast and he just grabbed my head and began pumping. He too was circumcised. But the next guy wasn't. Before it was all said and done, I was in that stall for about an hour or so and I sucked at least 7 or 8 cocks. Each of a various size and shape and taste and even smell. Everyone came in clean, but still some smelled a little different than the rest. 

Then the last one showed up. I say he was the last one because of two things. First, he was a cop in uniform. Second, he was a big black man. I mean, he was about 6'4" and very muscular. When I saw him it was in fear and trepidation. That bathroom cleared out so fast that you wouldn't have believed it without seeing it. I thought, "Oh crap, I am going to jail." Then he stepped in and shut the door behind him. He said, "Stand up and place your hands on the wall."

I did and he began to frisk me gently but thoroughly. He got to my cock and he took longer to feel up and down. It was almost like he was feeling how hard I was. And, I was as hard as a rock. I hadn't received any touching from any of the guys I had sucked off. As his hands were busy on my body his lips and face nuzzled into my neck right below my ear and he brought his lips up to ear and whispered, "Are you ready for some black meat now?" As I got shivers from his breathy attention, I just nodded.

Once he was satisfied he said, "Then turn around and get on your knees cocksucker." After I did he undid the front of his pants and reached in and down and began hauling this monster of a cock out. The head already had pre-cum all over it and he proceeded to rub it all over my face and lips. After he got me all slick and coated with it, then he placed the tip on my licks and said, "Time to suck my Black Anaconda." I thought to myself, "Oh crap, the email I barely looked at."

And I opened my lips wide and began to work my tired mouth and lips up and down his huge cock. I had already sucked down juice from 7 or 8 cocks. Based on how much pre-cum the big cop was leaking, I was gonna drown in the stuff. He told me that he didn't have much time as he needed to get back on duty. I hadn't noticed it before, but the music that had been covering all the noise we had been making had shut off and the sound of his cock sliding in and out of my wet mouth and his big ball sack hitting my chin was reverberating in the small toilet closet. I knew that anyone outside could probably hear us. He didn't seem to care. Every now and then he would take his cock out and rub it all over my face. It felt like a huge wet coiled muscular snake against my skin.

He was right though, once he truly got started it didn't take him very long. He stuck it about midway in my mouth where the head was just laying right in the middle of my tongue and he wrapped one of big fists around his shaft and he began stroking it. Then he let out a moan and he began spurting. And spurting and spurting. Unlike the rest of the guys who fucked my mouth, he didn't quit in three or four spurts. There was so much sperm that I couldn't come near swallowing it all and it leaked copiously around his cock and got all over my chest. Finally after about the tenth or eleventh spurt he slowed down and let out a big sigh. Then he stroked it one more time and I swear the sweetest taste I have ever had in my mouth was that last bit of his cum that came rolling out of his big dick. Even though my mouth was tired, I made sure he was cleaned off and that every last drop had been gotten out of him. Then I tucked him back into his pants and zipped him up. I stood up on weak knees. As I looked him in the eye he looked down and then back up. He grinned and said, "You came in your pants. Next time you might want to take them off. Maybe next time I'll show what it truly means to be fucked by my anaconda."

I reached down and sure enough, I had cum in my pants. I wish I had known that. In giving my attention to his big dick I had completely forgotten my own need and so I hadn't been able to enjoy it when it came. But, I looked at him and said, "There ain't no way on this green earth that you are ever going to get that thing near my ass."

He just grinned even bigger and said, "Never say never." Then he handed me a card that had the nickname Black Anaconda and his email address on it and he turned and walked out. There were some guys standing outside but when they saw the size of the cop who walked out they scattered like quail. 

I took my bag of stuff into another closet and began to clean up in the sink and change clothes. I reflected on what had happened to me today. I never expected that 7 or 8 guys would fuck my face. I thought at most only a couple of guys might show up. I certainly never expected the big black guy to show up. I decided that overall I really liked sucking cock. I liked the feel of them getting hard in my mouth. I liked the way the balls felt nestled on my tongue. And I liked the way they felt when they exploded and spurted all over my tongue and down my throat. I especially loved the taste of that delicious cum and the way it just kind of slid down into my throat. I didn't know when I would be back in Dallas again, but I would definitely keep the business cards I had been given and I would give them a call and see about a repeat.

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Hotel



It seems like an eternity that I stand poised in the hallway, hand raised to rap against the door panel. I could be paranoid to be seen here outside your hotel door, but this is the first time I've been to this city, and probably the last as well. And anyway, I could give a fuck what strangers think of me. No, the true cause of my trepidation is the unknown that lies beyond this door. And funny thing is, I don't know whose expectations I am more afraid of, yours or mine.

One slab of metal stands between us, like a, well...like a doorway to another existence. Woot, go analogy girl. Yes, that late night flight was an excellent idea and has not dulled your cunning wit one iota.

Brain must focus.

Choices are at hand. Life altering choices that cannot be reversed once embarked on. Cartoons and flirting, a 3x3 picture on a flickering screen maybe do not translate well to the stripped down bare face of reality. And all of this has built up to this moment. Am I going to bring these knuckles against this door, or am I going to flee like a chicken shit. I bring my forehead to rest against the numbers of your hotel room and start to pray. I need a sign. An omen. A burning bush or a baby in a basket, anything because all the times I've practiced it, that terrific speech I've been working on has just flown out of my head.

Is that my heart pounding in my throat? Is that even anatomically possible? Was that my fist that just thumped softly next to my head? My brain has exaggerated the impact until surely they can hear it all the way down in the lobby, but realistically judging by the shaking hand, it's possible you haven't even heard it inside the room. But the clicking of the mechanism, the rattle of the knob takes even that daydream away from me. It's go time.

And I'm frozen, staring into your eyes...inquisitive...hopeful? Your lips pull up into a smile, familiar to me because I've imagined it, written about it a thousand times. And that sigh as you caress my name, the syllables of your greeting tumbling out in reverence and longing. You retreat slightly and the door swings soundlessly wider. I couldn't turn around now even if I wanted to, I slide past you, turning my head to keep your gaze as our shoulders brush. If anything is going to turn the course of this evening, it will have to be you. I've gone too far to pull back now.

I twirl with my back to the room, still keeping your face in my sights. "Rene," you say again as your strong back leans until the door thunks back into its frame. Confronted by your breath, your warmth, and your energy so close... I'm assaulted by the need to touch you for real this time and liberate you from the fantasy I've created in my head. But I'm afraid to move.

My hesitation creates an opportunity and you step forward with intensity, hands coming up to grip either side of my face. Angling my face upwards, our mouths are slashing against each other in seconds, needy and desperate until all doubt and reservation are burned to ash. My palms flutter uselessly to your elbows, continue a journey up along the outside of your arms. Yet I'm bolder as your tongue snakes between my lips, parting them and stealing my breath directly from me, and my grasp is fierce when I wrap my hand around the nape of your neck, pulling you in . I can taste the bit of mint lingering, blending with the herbal tang of the tea I drank in the cab on the way over. And as my hold on you changes, your hands descend, thumbs drawing two perpendicular lines down my torso, dissecting my nipples as your fingers encircle my ribcage to eventually reach my hips.

I don't know how, but we're staggering towards the bed. We fall onto it and our mouths break apart long enough for me to let out a startled giggle. Lying flat against your chest, I feel safe though. And as your hands start to roam over my ass, I feel the mound of your rising cock beneath your jeans. When I lift my knee a bit, we lock together closer.

"Lose the shirt," I order with a ragged breath, hands already exploring beneath the hem at your waist, tugging. You rock our position, your back hovering off the mattress. I try to arch as far as my spine will allow while simultaneously yanking the t-shirt over your head. After a muffled grunt or two, mine joins it in a cotton bullet that bounces off the wall. It brings the next obstacle to light, your pants. I rise on all fours, back down your torso, and then fumble with them. "God I hate these," I huff in frustration. You respond with a laugh and help me wriggle them over your hips. They soon join the pile against the wall along with your underwear.

I take a moment just to take in the sight of you lying there before me, the fur of your chest, your hand laid absently over your left nipple as you wait for me. Your cock is already so hard, skin stretched and shiny. Precum is just starting to collect in the well at its tip and I reach out, fascinated as always by the sight of it. Cool fingers grasp it with what is meant to be a gentle touch, but I think that in my anticipation I'm a little rougher than I intend. You don't seem to mind though, observing the purple head peeping out from the circle of my thumb and index finger.

"Oh...Angel," you groan. "I need you so badly."

"You want to fuck my pussy?" I tease with a mischievous grin. It's like asking if the sky is blue, or if it rains in Seattle.

"Baaaby, you know I do."

"Well I want you to," I say matter of factly, but you can see the heat in my eyes. I lick my lips, they're so dry, and pull my skirt up past my thighs. I don't loosen my hold on your shaft though, oh no. I don't want to do that. I spread my legs and position myself over you, fingers of the other hand pull the fabric of my panties to the side and I ease you into my entrance, my inner lips wet and swollen...so ready for you. A guttural "Ohhhhh " escapes me as I feel your shaft bury itself inside me, slowly seeking my core. I can feel that ache starting and I grind desperately against you, wanting to feel every inch of you claiming me for what may be the only time.

"You know what I love?" I ask, looking down at you, memorizing your features.

"Hybrid cars? World peace?" You try to joke, but the effect is lost as your mouth goes slack and your eyes roll back into your head.

"To know that in this moment, fucking me is your whole world."

"It is, baby," You agree as your breathing quickens.

"It's your sustenance?" I ask as I rise up over your cock.

"It is, baby"

"Your air?" I prompt as I engulf you again, my ass brushing against your sac. "Your reason for existence?"

"You are the only thing that is real and the sound of your voice is all that I ever want. Neeeee Neeee," you groan.

Your balls twitch as they empty your seed into me, your cock pulsing, I can feel it throbbing deep within as it impales me and your cum starts to drizzle out where our bodies are joined. I want every drop of you, every bead of sweat, the trail of moisture at the corner of your eyes. I want to take these things with me, this tangible proof that you exist, that we have been here...our energies mingling and feeding one another. Strange and alien, yet familiar at the same time...the dichotomy is hard to comprehend.



Hotel



"I am deeply sorry you two, the only room we have left is a honey moon suite." The desk clerk tells us. After driving all day trying to get my new car across the country we were tired and decided a meal and some sleep was in order. The food was easy but tracking down a place to sleep was much more difficult, as we are just friends a double room was what we aimed for. 

Eventually we found that even a single room with a cot was impossible. Three hotels and the only room available turns out to be a honeymoon suite, but at least we get the rate of a double and there is a couch in the room so I can sleep on that while you take the king size bed.

We make our way up to the room weary but happy to finally have a place to lay down. You slide the keycard into the door and push open as I trail behind you with our overnight bags, my eyes rising up and down your long toned legs and silently scold myself for looking. You gasp at the size of our room and immediately notice the Jacuzzi. "Hmm we should take a soak." I suggest immediately. 

"Mmm that would be nice, but I didn't pack my bathing suit." You reply sounding slightly disappointed. 

"Bahh we can just use our underwear it will be fine." I reply, curious to see more of you but also looking forward to the hot soak. 

In no time at all the water is warmed and bubbling, "Turn and face the wall." you demand of me so you can get undressed. 

I obey willingly and as you painstakingly slowly undress and fold your clothes in a neat pile I fight the constant urges to turn even slightly to see you. I hear the slight splash of you entering the water and a sigh as the heat and water jets begin to take affect instantly. 

"Okay, it is your turn now." I hear you say and immediately I turn around only to see the back of your head in the tub, I quickly undress not worrying about my clothes being in a neat pile or not. 

I step into the water and notice your eyes are even closed, it looks to me as if you are blushing slightly but I dismiss it as my imagination. The water is wonderful and warm, my boxers shrink and cling due to being wet and because of the heat. Once I am submerged, sitting facing you but offset so we may both stretch out, I tell you it is fine to open your eyes. You do and you smile saying how nice the water feels, we chat idly about the trip ahead, the views and the scenery gone by. 

During our conversations you pause for a moment and say "I don't know about you but my bra and panties feel like they are shrinking a bit." I obligingly close my eyes as you remove these final bits of clothing and you in turn do the same for me as I drape my boxers over the side of the tub next to your panties. 

The mood for the night changes abruptly with a single off topic question. 

"This is something I've never understood about you." You say as your right foot ascends from the water, your French pedicured toes pointing at me and anklet shimmering in the light. "What is it you find so special about these?" 

My jaw drops as your question is so far from expected. "Umm may I?" I ask as my hands breach the water and move towards your foot. 

"Of course you can." You reply to me. 

I place the ball of your heel into the palm of my left hand so you don't have to put much effort into having your foot so high up. I caress the top of your foot with each finger tracing a line ending at the tip of a toe. 

"Hmm that is a difficult one, I think some of it is how smooth and even toned the skin usually is." I run my fingers along the gaps between your toes. "Much of it has to do with these, how dainty and cute they look when they are painted up and when little rings are put on them." I take each of your toes and rub the pads of them for a moment, this makes you smile a bit. 

I run my hand along the underside of your foot, taking care to put enough pressure as to not tickle you, my thumb runs along the arch. 

"Mm part of it may have to do with how these are shaped as well." I say as I run my palm across the arch. "For the most part it is just an over all shape thing I guess, how much care a person takes in their looks can be seen in such often neglected areas. Accessories don't hurt either." I half chuckle as I toy with your anklet. 

I have been examining your foot so closely I unconsciously kiss the top of it once just above the toes. I sit upright and release your foot. You thrust it forward nearly catching my chin with your big toe. I look down and stare at your foot as your big toe traces down the center of my chest, eventually ending up under the water. 

You gasp as your heel presses into my erect cock. "Where did this come from?" You inquire as you begin probing my arousal with the rest of your foot. 

"MMmmh." I groan as the sensations of you pressing against me become too much for me to ignore. 

"That's mostly because you are sitting so close to me naked and a little bit has to do with me having just played with your foot." I feel your foot leave me and you sit up in the tub a bit, the very tops of your small breasts becoming visible out of the water. 

"C..ca..can I see it?" You ask nervously. 

"Umm yeah, you can if you want..." I say with much confusion. "I have to ask a personal question before I do though." 

"Go ahead." You reply. 

"You aren't a virgin or anything are you? I was under the impression that you were a bit more experienced than to be as nervous as you are." 

"No I'm not a virgin, but my first wasn't exactly what I would have hoped for. He was very insecure about himself, he wouldn't allow the lights on or for me to touch it. I only felt it inside me, and it didn't seem to be as big as yours." You pause before continuing. "He came quickly... I think, and he was embarrassed and left quickly and broke up with me not long after." 

You rub from my knees to my thighs and drag your nails lightly back to my knees. "Please, I want to see it." 

With that said I slowly sit up on the edge of the tub, revealing my fully erect penis to you. You pause, sitting motionless as you gape at the sight of your first cock. Eventually I watch your hands creep up my thighs again, I spread my legs a bit for you to allow those hands to explore me. 

Your hands glide over my pubis, noticing the hair to be trimmed very closely. One hand sinks lower and four of your fingers caress the top of my penis moving towards the head. Your finger tips reach the head of my penis and you swirl them around it, once they reach the underside you grasp the shaft in one smooth motion. You pump it a few times rather gently, not quite sure of yourself but doing what comes naturally. 

I reach down and raise your chin, taking your eyes off of what you are doing. My head lowers and our lips meet for a simple kiss, in turn your grip tightens around me bordering on uncomfortable. I remove your hand from me and I slide back into the tub, I pull you over to me so you are sitting sideways on my lap. 

You grip my cock in between your slender thighs, you are so tiny that looking down you can see my head poking up between them. One of my arms goes behind your back to support you, my other travels around your waist to the small of your back each arm working to hold you close as we kiss. 

Our bare wet chests press together, your pert tits mashing against me, I even feel your rock hard pebble sized nipples poking into me. You grow bolder with our kisses by thrusting your tongue forward seeking mine, you also reach down and rub the portion of my penis rising out from between your thighs. 

You break our kiss and gasp for air, I take this chance to begin kissing your neck. My mouth works its way down to your chest where I begin licking and sucking the water off of your breasts, taking care to lick up every droplet of water and much of the skin around each drop. Your hand slides up the back of my neck, your fingers run through my hair and grip it, holding my face against your body. 

"MMM just one moment." I say as I stand up grab a towel and step out of the tub. You rise as well facing me completely naked for the first time. 

As I hurriedly dry myself off I take in your naked figure, noticing you aren't shaved but trimmed close enough to wear the skimpiest of bikinis. I discard my towel and pick up another only to wrap you in it, I pull you in close enough to kiss you once more and sweep you off your feet. You cry out with surprise as you suddenly end up in my arms from standing in the tub. 

I easily carry you over to the bed, laying you down so that the end of the towel is even with the edge of the bed, letting half of your thighs and the rest of your legs dangle. Quickly I retrieve yet another towel and begin to pat each of your legs dry, kissing all around where there still is moisture. I toss the towel away and pull the one wrapped around you open, beginning to lick and kiss all over your still damp upper thighs. 

I kiss around the barely there hairline, and up along your taunt moist stomach. I pause only to trace my tongue along the rim of your belly button before moving upwards. I reach your tits, small but deliciously perky, coating them in kisses before twirling my tongue around the nipples. 

Once I kiss up along your neck and our lips meet once more, with me holding my body above yours our lips are the only thing connecting our two bodies. 

"What would you like me to do to you first?" I ask wanting to make this experience far more memorable for you than your last. 

You run your hands up along my arms that are bracing myself above you, I feel you grip my shoulders and you pull them down and sideways as if to roll me onto my back. 

"I want to explore you right now, so you can just lay back and take it." I allow myself to be rolled onto my back and pull myself upwards so my head is on the pillows. 

I watch you roll over and begin crawling to my side, my eyes glued to the motions of your hips as you move. You stop and sit back on your knees once you are up to my chest. My hands are taken by the wrists and put under the pillow and behind my head, you only let go after I have promised not to move them. 

I feel your hands move down along my arms squeezing and rubbing my shoulders before continuing down my chest. Your small hands caress my chest, you pause your exploration and play with my nipples after I moaned and squirmed a bit as the palms of your hands passed over them. Gradually you explore the rest of my chest, finding the ticklish spots on my sides and touching every where else at least once. You return to kiss me and begin the same exploring process with your lips, starting at my neck this time. I feel your teeth drag lightly across my bicep and your lips graciously close around the nipple, pulling at it. 

I moan and you quickly go to the other nipple running your tongue over it before sucking at it. You stay at my nipples until I'm squirming so much I begin to take my hands from under the pillow, you immediately stop and kiss me deeply. All too quickly the kiss ends and those lovely lips wander elsewhere on my body. You kiss and nip gently all over my abs and sides. 

I close my eyes as you sit back on your legs, I feel your fingers brush through my very short pubic hairs and both hands wrap around the base of my shaft. You point the tip of my cock towards the ceiling and I feel your hands begin to pump me ever so slowly. My eyes are still closed but I feel you lean forward so I smile in anticipation of your lips brushing over my cock. 

Your hands release me and move to either side of my hips to support yourself, I feel some strands of your hair brushing up against my hips as your head moves slowly towards my crotch. Finally after many agonizing moments your lips make contact, you give me a tongue filled kiss right along the ridge of my shaft, this flawlessly turns into a lick all the way down to the base of my erection. Your mouth leaves me and I next feel it as your tongue runs along the V on the bottom of my head all the way down my length. 

You begin kissing and licking all over my cock, making as much of it as you can wet, the sensations quickly become far too much as I begin to arch my back and I begin digging my heels into the bed thrusting my hips slightly upwards towards your mouth before my legs slide down flat to the bed again. 

Your lips finally wrap around my head, taking me inside your hot mouth as deep as you dare, you shift your balance to one hand as the other wraps around my saliva soaked shaft. Simultaneously both hand and mouth rise and fall over me, I cry out in pleasure as I hadn't been touched like this in months and it all felt so wonderful. Every few plunges you would stop at my head to run your tongue over it causing my back to arch. I let you suck for many minutes with out making any voluntary movements, but I quickly give into my urges to send pleasure your way. 

I hurriedly reach over and grab your hips and pull them towards my head, you let your self be pivoted around on my cock as I place your knees on either side of my neck. The scent of your arousal entices me to raise my head from the pillow and give you one long lick along your lips, they immediately part to allow my tongue greater access to you. The moan you let out as my tongue runs over your most intimate of places is muffled by the mouth full of cock you are eagerly sucking on. 

My next lick is long, slow and runs from your clit down to the entrance of your juicy pussy. I plunge my tongue inside of you, swirling it around and exploring your depths, drinking in your sweet taste. My hands drift to your back running from leisurely from your shoulders down to your firm feminine ass. I squeeze your ass as my tongue flicks over your clit as fast as it will go, you moan and pause your own motions leaving only my head in your mouth. 

Once I slow my tongue your mouth quickly sinks back down along my shaft. One hand drops from your ass and slides along your thigh it soon glides to the lips of your pussy, as my finger tips make contact you jump slightly and I feel a tremble of excitement run through your body. I allow the tips of two fingers to circle your entrance ensuring that they become soaked with your juices, I stop tonguing your clit and lower my head back to the pillow so I can watch these fingers sink into your body. A loud moan escapes your mouth from around my cock and you do all you can to not slow your pace. 

I allow my mouth to return to your clit once my fingers are half way in. I probe you with my fingers seeking out the spots that make you shake and moan the most, I concentrate heavily on this as to stave off my own orgasm. Suddenly you release me from your mouth your hand unwraps itself from around my shaft, my cock makes a wet slap against my stomach. You grab handfuls of sheets and you rest your head on my thigh, I can feel your hot breath across my skin and you are breathing pretty heavily. 

"Ahhh, Ahhhh, ooooohhhhh." I hear you cry out as you have your first orgasm, my fingers being soaked with a flood of excess juices. Your knees give out and you rest your full weight on my body, slowly I remove my fingers from you and clean them off, I continue to lick at your thighs and around your pussy as you come around from your intense orgasm. Unstably you rise to your hands and knees so you can spin yourself around to lie next to me face to face. 

"I think you should fuck me now." I hear you say just before you kiss me. 

Careful not to break the kiss I roll myself onto my hands and knees, positioning myself above you. Finally after many long lingering moments I break the kiss and move to the end of the bed, standing up on the floor I wrap my hands around your thighs and pull you down so your ass is flush with the edge of the bed. I place the tip of my cock just over your entrance, nudging it forward just enough to part your lips. You grind back towards me trying to get me to enter but I avoid by running my moistened head over your clit. 

To tease you I run my head back and forth over your slit, circling your clit and running down to your entrance. Fed up you wrap your legs around my waist and pull me towards you, I get about half way in before you stop to allow yourself to stretch to accommodate me. I pull out until just my head is in you then I push back inside again, you put a hand on my stomach preventing me from pushing any further in than you are ready to take. Finally after many pleasurable partial thrusts I sink all the way in, your legs go back around my hips and you hold me there. 

We kiss hard as you let your legs fall away from around my waist letting me take my first full stroke. Our kiss lasts through many long drawn out thrusts eventually I break it to stand upright. You frown as our lips part but your mouth gapes open and you moan softly as I drive into you from this position reaching deeper than I had previously. 

Standing as I am allows me to thrust not only very far into you but very quickly as well. You pull your legs up to your chest resting your feet on my biceps you clench your toes around my nipples drawing a moan from me. My hands wander down to your hips holding you still as I begin to thrust harder. 

I feel you continue to pull at my sensitive nipples with those cute painted toes of yours, the pleasure makes my thrusts become erratic and mildly more forceful. My hands caress their way up your legs until each of your feet are grasped with in a hand. I stop thrusting and bring one of your feet close to my mouth and kiss the tips of each toe, causing you to giggle, squirm and buck your hips back against mine. Once I have finished with your toes I slide you up the bed far enough that I too can kneel on it. 

I lean down to plant several kisses on your neck and whisper to you, "Wrap your arms around me and hold on." 

Complying to my words you wrap your arms around my neck far enough that you can grab your elbows. I hook my elbows around your knees and slowly lift you off of the bed. Your arms tense as you realize what I am doing, you lower your head to my shoulder and kiss it. Once I have gained my balance holding the pair of us upright I begin to raise you up and lower you back down onto my shaft. The feeling of your rock hard nipples dragging up and down along my chest is exquisite, you keep this close contact with me even while moving so we can kiss once more. Our tongues dance together in this embrace of passion, it is such an intense kiss that I stop moving your body. 

Gasping and breathing shakily our kiss is broken, you look deep into my eyes and say "As hot as this is I want it faster." 

"Okay." I reply, raising you up one last time until your breasts are even with my face. My mouth targets one of your nipples surrounding it with my lips and swirling my tongue around it, gently I kiss over to the other after I have you moaning from the first. 

"Let yourself fall back to the bed." I tell you as I release your other nipple from my lips.

You do let go and gently fall back to the bed, my arms do not release your legs but put them up over my shoulders and my hands travel along your slender thighs to your ass. Holding onto your ass I keep your hips in the air allowing my cock to remain deep with in you, I spread my knees apart bringing your hips closer to the bed but not quite touching it. My first thrust is long and hard, the sound of my stomach smacking against your thighs echoes through the room and I break out into rapid thrusts so soon all that is heard in our room are your cries of pleasure and our bodies slapping wetly together. 

A hand of yours darts for your clit, the other drags its nails lightly down my chest causing me to moan softly. I free one hand and pull your hand away from your clit, your free hand quickly replaces it as I suck on your fingers licking all of your juices off of them.

Looking up at me, your whole body rocking back and forth with the speed of my thrusting you tell me something very important. "I want to taste it, I want you to cum in my mouth." I nod in agreement breathing too heavily and not wanting to take a moment of concentration away from relentlessly pounding into you to speak. 




Hotel



I lose track of how long we stay locked in this position, gazing into each others eyes and endlessly pushing our hips towards the others. Finally I know I can last no longer inside of you, the tight, wet insides of your body threaten to bring me over the edge with every stroke. Pulling your legs off my shoulders I slip out of you and allow you to fall back to the bed. 

As fast as lightening you sit up and slide your mouth over the tip of my cock, your hand quickly joins your mouth in wrapping itself around my shaft. Three pumps of your mouth is all it takes to finally give me release. I place my hands on your shoulders gripping them firmly, I grunt and moan as the first spurt enters your mouth, the second and third hit your tongue as you roll it over my head, heightening my own ecstasy. You pump my shaft several more times after I stop twitching and spurting to make sure you have it all, then I see you swallow. 

"Mmm," you say "And it is still hard to, I have use for this." 

You guide me onto my back and crawl on top of me, placing your knees on either side of my hips. Reaching down you hold my still mostly hard shaft in the air and guide yourself back down onto it. You raise and lower your hips enjoying the control and feeling of power in this new position. I place my hand over your barely there bush so that my thumb can seek out your clit, rubbing it causes you to slow your pace and tilt your head back and moan. 

Eventually my cock falls victim to my orgasm and I soften and fall out of you. Sighing at being left empty you look me directly in the eye and give me a devilish smile. My hand is taken away from your clit and placed along with my other above my head. Holding my arms there you begin to walk on your knees up my body, dragging your wet pussy up my stomach. Finally your knees come to a stop on either side of my head, letting go of my arms your fingers trace through my hair and grip it. My head is gently pulled upward to the lips of your pussy. 

My tongue eagerly reaches out to taste you, I take long, lingering licks at your pussy. There is something specific you are after, and these licks are not giving it to you so using your hips and the hold you have on my head you manoeuvre my mouth right over your aching clit. Your body instantly tenses and begins to quiver as my lips find their mark. You must have been exceptionally close when I started as it did not take long for my tongue circling your clit to send you hurtling over the edge with a near scream into your own orgasm. Your thighs clamp around my head trapping my face directly under your pussy, I can see the rest of your body thrashing around as the intensity of your orgasm relieves you of control. A flood of your juices wets my cheeks and chin.

You release my head from both between your thighs and your grip on my hair. Sliding your hips away from my face and down my body, your clit hits the tip of my cock, we moan and both want more but our need for sleep takes over and we drift off, you listening to the sounds of my breathing and heart beat, myself to the scent of your sex. My final thought of the night being, there are four more provinces in between us and home that I think we should spend the night in.



Hotel



My name is Jack and my wife is Joan. We are both 32 and the mess the world is in we can't decide to have children or not. 

I work for a company that makes the parts of General Motor's engines. I'm head of the department that negotiating with GM on the new parts they will have for the new models each year. This means that I have to go to Detroit at least once a year. 

Joan and I have been happily married for ten years and I want to keep it that way so I have Joan to go with me on all my trips. I have see men in my company and other companies to that fully intend to be fateful to their wives and have a few to many drink and end up in bed with a whore. It hardly ever fails that there infidelity get back to their wife's and ends with a divorce. That why I have Joan to accompany on the trips so I want make the mistake that some of my friends have. 

Joan doesn't especially like to going with me because there are no other wife's there for her to run around with, all she can do is shop while I'm in the meetings. 

One night I came in the hotel room after having a hard day at the meetings. GM had got in trouble finality and the federal government had bailed them out and now their name should be General Government instead of GM. The dumb asses that Obama had sent to tell GM how and what car they should build didn't know shit about manufacturing cars or any thing for that matter. 

Joan came out of the bedroom with a long satin gown that hung from her full hips and gave me a big sort of sexy smile. I should have noticed how especially beautiful she was that night. I didn't thing any thing about how Joan looked. I though she was in the middle of getting ready to go out and eat but I should have know that Joan would be in a terrycloth robe if she had just got out of the shower and was dressing for dinner. 

I tried to forget about my day and poured us two glasses of wine. Joan was all ready on the couch and I when over to her and handed her a glasses of wine and set down beside her. As we were drinking our wine Joan asked me how my day had gone and I told her fine. I asked her what she did all day while I was gone. She said she when shopping this morning and then came back to the room and watched a movie. 

I didn't know at the time that the movie she had watch was a porn movie of a man and wife making love. 

Joan took another sip of her wine and kissed me and I kissed her back. Her lips were full and wet like they were on the first night of our honeymoon. I kissed her again and she put her arms around me and held me close against her heaving breasts. As we kissed I could feel her breasts heaving against my chest and she was trembling. Joan had on that perfume that just drove me crazy. It should have had a warning label on it saying, "If you don't want to get fucked don't wear this." My dick begin to rise.  

Our lips parted and she set back with a longing look on her face. I smiled at her and undid the sash of her gown and the top of her gown parted. Her breasts were still heaving and her nipples were long and hard. 

She said all most pleadingly, "Oh Jack take me to bed."

We both got up and walked slowly to the bedroom hand in hand not taking our eyes off each other and set down at the foot of the bed. When we sat down the rest of her gown opened and her large area of coal black pubic hair was glistening with moisture. We kissed again with more passion and I gently kneaded her breasts as we kissed. Joan unbuttoned my shit as I kept kneaded her breasts and lightly ran the palm over her nipples which here long and hard. 

I pushed her gown back over her shoulders as she unzipped my trousers and I kicked off my shoe while Joan was moving my trousers down my legs and I kick them off. 

I laid Joan back on the bed and kissed her again while still kneading her heaving breasts. I moved my head down and kissed and sucked one of her long hard nipples and Joan gasped. 

I moved my hand down to Joan's large patch of coal back pubic hair. Joan patch of pubic hair was larger and thicker than any girl's I had every fucked. Her pubic hair would have made a good-sized wig for a bald man. It sometimes ticked my nose while eating her pussy. I had asked her to shave it or at lest just trim it but she insisted on keep it natural. The hair that covered her outer lips was moist when I cupped her pussy with my hand. 

I ran my finger in her pussy and Joan moved her hand on top of mine and pushed my finger deeper in to her wet hot pussy. I had never seen Joan so horny and wet, her cum dripped off my finger when I pulled it out of her pussy. 

Joan liked for me to eat her pussy so I kissed down her flat belly to her pussy. I tongue fucked her deep navel on the way down to her pussy. I had to part her coal back hair that covered her outer lip to find her clit hood, which I took between my lips and sucked it. The more I kissed and suck her clit hood the wider a part Joan spread her legs and moans came form down deep in her throat. Her hands were on the back of my head when I ran my stiff tongue under her hood and lightly flicked her clit. 

Joan moaned and squirmed as I licked her clit and gasped, "Oh, Oh, Oh yes, Oh yes Jack that's it right there", like it was the first time I had ever eaten her pussy and didn't know where her clit was. Joan either had one long orgasm or several small ones while I was eating her pussy and fingering her hot wet hole. Joan just keep gasping, "oh honey, oh jack, while I was eating her.

Joan was still moaning and thrashing on the bed when I looked up at her and said, "Oh Joan I love you so." 

Joan gasped back, "I love so much too Jack and what you're doing to me." 

Joan pulled me up off her pussy and kissed me tasting her juices. Joan moved down on the bed and straddled my thigh and rubbed her wit pussy on it while sucked my hard cock like she was in love with it. I just laid back and enjoyed the felling of her mouth and soft lips sucking and kissing my cock. Joan knew how sensitive the rim of my gland was and circled it with her stiff ruff tongue. 

Joan had sucked my cock for about two minute when I gasped, "I want you Joan, I want to feel my hard cock in your hot wet pussy."

Joan straddled me and spread her hairy outer lips and took my hard cock up her pussy in one slow continuous movement. We hugged and both were gasping and moaning as she took my cock in and out of her hot wet pussy. 

I said, "I love you so much honey and how you make me fell."

Joan gasped back, "I love you too, oh Jack I'm having another orgasm. Oh Jack fuck me fast and deep."

I pumped up in her pussy as fast as I could and Joan was moving her ass back and forth taking my cock in her deeper. There was no doubt that Joan was having another wonderful and powerful orgasm. 

I was still pumping my hard cock up in her pussy when she leaned over and kissed me, "Oh God Jack that was so good. I can't believe I've had three orgasms this quick."

I gasped back, "for some reason you are especially horny tonight and I love it when you enjoy having my hard cock in you honey. I love it when I can make you cum." 

Some way I slipped out for under Joan and she knew what was coming next. She got on her hands and knees and I got behind her. Joan put her head down on the bed and reached back as spread her pussy lips to keep her pussy hairs from going in her hole when I stick my dick in her.

I was fucking her hard and deep when I asked, "Dose my cock still feel good in your pussy dear?" 

Joan gasped back, "Oh yes, oh yes honey, you're going so deep. I'm so close to having another orgasm."

I took her soft dangling breasts in my hands and rolled her nipples hard between my fingers. Joan gasped, "Oh my god, fuck me deep and hard honey, Oh god I'm having another exquisite orgasms. Your cock feels so good going deep inside me."

Joan could feel my cock pulsating in her pussy and knew I was close to shooting my cum deep in her pussy. 

Joan flipped on her back and said, Oh Jack, " fuck my tits and cum in my mouth, I just love the taste of your cum." 

Joan had never requested that before, but I thought what the hell that will be something new. 

Joan rapped her breasts tight around my hard wet cock and I fucked them. Joan raised her head and licked and sucked my cock head when it popped out from between her breasts on my forward stroke. 

I gasped, "press you tits harder around my cock", she did and I growled and fucked her tits faster. My first huge load of hot creamy cum splattered all over her face. 

Joan took the head of my cock in her mouth and moved her breasts up and down my shaft and sucked 5 more loads of cum out of the little hole in my cock head. 

I moved down and ran my still throbbing and hard cock back in her pussy and kissed her and fucked her until I went soft inside her. 

I said, "Oh baby I don't know what came over you, but what ever it was I hope it happens quit often." 

That when Joan told me about watching the porno movie that after noon and the couple made such passionate tender love to each other and she just had to have me make love to her tonight.

I joking said, "I think I'll buy that move so you can watch it every afternoon before I come home." 

We both laughed and when and took a shower. We dressed and then went to dinner with loving smiles on our faces all the time we were eating.



Hotel



As David settled into his seat for the long drive, Kim came to his window to say bye. Kim leaned in to give him a kiss and slid her hand down his shirt. Squeezing her hand, David said "I would love for you to come with me." Kim pulled back, gazed into his adoring eyes, walked around the car and got in. In shock, David smiled, put his hand on her thigh and drove off. The drive seemed to last forever. David wanted to take her on the side of the road and with Kim rubbing his inner thigh the whole trip, he was about to go crazy.

Once they arrived at the hotel, Kim had David wait in the car while she checked in. Secretly she had made special arrangements for a surprise. Riding the elevator up to the 6th floor, David cornered Kim and began to kiss her. He pressed his body into hers; he loved how her breasts felt against him and how she smelled. As they kissed, he bit down on her bottom lip and just as she was about to grab his ass the elevator door opened.

Lacing their fingers together they exited the elevator and moved down the hall. Kim felt like she was on her honeymoon again. The smile on David's face told her everything, he was just as excited as she was; she couldn't wait to surprise him. As they entered the room, David noticed the smell of vanilla candles and when he looked around the room he saw them everywhere and the bed was covered with rose petals.

He sat the luggage down, turned to Kim and picked her up. Embracing her in a kiss he walked over to the bed he laid her down on the bed of petals and began to devour her. Their lips never parted as their kiss grew more passionate. Once on the bed, David took control. He ran his hands up her hot body, feeling every inch of it. He pushed her shirt out of the way and saw that her bra hook was in the front. Tracing the edge of her bra, David noticed Kim's nipples harden, so he leaned forward and gently kissed them. The harder they got the more he wanted her, so he unhooked her bra and cupped her tits in his hands. They seemed to melt into his grasp. Squeezing them, he started kissing her body. Beginning at her belly button, he moved down her soft stomach. When he reached the top of her pants, he slowly slid them off.

Seeing her red thong made him get so hard he had to unbutton his pants. Once he was free to grow he moved his focus back to her. Starting at each knee David gently kissed Kim's inner thighs and worked his way to her warmth. The closer he got the more she ached for him, finally when he reached her, she grabbed his head and pulled his mouth into her. As his tongue over took her swollen heat, he slid his hands off of her full breasts and held her hips tightly. She tasted so sweet David almost exploded.

Without being able to wait any longer needed to David mount her. Kim pushed her thongs off and David Kicked his pants off and pulled his shirt off his head as he put his knees on either side of her and let his long cock enter her. The intensity of his entrance made her bite her lips and she moved her to her breasts. When David saw her squeeze her nipples he laid down on top of her, turned her face to his, said "I love you" and began to wildly kiss her. She ran her hands up his arms, squeezing his strong muscles. His tongue pushed into her mouth with the same desire his cock pierced into her pussy. As they kissed, Kim squeezed her pussy around him. Feeling her tighten and how wet and hot she was David began to cum. The thrusts of his cock almost pushed Kim over the edge; she grabbed his fabulous ass and pulled him deeper into her until she exploded around him. Her pulsing, wet pussy drove him crazy, especially feeling how deep he was in her.

He knew at that moment he needed to be with her each and every day for the rest of his life. When their bodies finally relaxed, Kim placed her hand on his face, directed his gaze toward her and started kissing his face, she didn't miss a spot. When she got to his lips, David kissed her so peacefully and lovingly she melted.



Hotel



"Good evening, sir, what can I get you?"

"Vodka and tonic."

"One vodka and tonic coming right up, sir."

My customer was an attractive man with salt and pepper hair and yet he didn't look physically old enough to have almost totally grey hair. Handsome, he was tanned with a tight muscled frame, probably just under six feet. He was too rugged and masculine to be dressed in a tailored dark grey Armani suit. He looked wonderful but still out of place in the fancy duds. Military, not currently in the service, but he'd served before. Probably a twenty year man, like my father. I knew the type. Then he picked up his drink with his left hand. A West Point class ring, 1985, solid gold with the West Point seal instead of a gemstone. A gold wedding ring worn on the outside so the Academy crest is closest to the heart. Goddamn. He probably knew my father. Rich, too. A Vaucheron Constantin watch and Armani?. Shit. FUCKING rich. CEO, lawyer, doctor, born rich? I'd have to watch my P's & Q's.

"Not much of a crowd in the bar tonight, son."

"No, sir, it begins to wind down this time of night."

It was eleven P.M. in the bar in a fuck ass expensive hotel on the beach in Clearwater, Florida. I'd been working there for a month. I never dreamed I'd end up being a bartender but the tips are goddamn good and I need the money.

"What's your name, if you don't mind my asking?"

Mr. West Point looked at me with genuine interest.

"Rowdy, sir."

He laughed. "Rowdy? Is that a nickname or the real deal?"

"Oh, it's a nickname, sir. Name's actually Clint but my Mom started calling me Rowdy from the start."

"Let me guess. Your Mom loves Clint Eastwood and she loved the old Rawhide television series."

I grinned. "I'll bet you're a detective, aren't you?"

He laughed again. "No, Rowdy, I wanted to be a detective when I was a boy but I grew up to become an attorney. It pays a hell of a lot more, the hours are better, and unless you really fuck up, no one shoots at you."

I was polishing glasses and cleaning the bar counter as he spoke.

"That's nice. You must enjoy it."

"Oh, it has its moments. I'd say your mother was pretty intuitive naming you Clint. And calling you Rowdy is right on the money. You could be Clint Eastwood's twin."

I stared at him. I'd heard this before. He took my stare as aggressive and became apologetic for the wrong reason.

"Sorry, Rowdy, I didn't mean you look like the man now. He's what, in his eighties? But I did watch the series when I was a kid and you do look like he did in the late fifties and early sixties. Hell, you're not his kid, are you? How old are you anyway?"

I smiled. "I'm not his kid and no offense taken. And I actually take after my father. He used to say Mom married him because he looked like her favorite movie star and SHE always said when he turned out to really be more like Dirty Harry than Rowdy Yates she divorced him."

"I'll bet that happens to movie stars all the time. People fall in love with the character they play. Then you get to know them better and find out they're really just pot smoking alcoholic neurotics. It happens in real life. Divorces happen every day because partners either don't live up to expectations or won't change to satisfy the other partner."

"Yeah, well, that changing part's not all it's cracked up to be. You change yourself so much you don't recognize yourself when you shave your face in the morning. Then your wife has no respect for you because you let her walk all over you. She divorces you anyway and moves on to the next man, her new makeover project."

"You sound bitter, Rowdy," he said softly. "It sounds like your own personal experience."

"Sorry, sir, didn't mean to bore you. You here for the conference?"

He touched my arm and I fought not to jerk away.

"You're not boring me, Rowdy. And my name's Richard, Richard Mayo. I understand exactly what you're saying, better than you think. I've been divorced four times myself. I swear I'm never going to marry again. And apparently you've had a nasty breakup or two yourself."

He was sincere but I felt there was something else at work here.

"Do you have children, Rowdy?"

"No, sir, Mr. Mayo. I can't say I'm sorry about that either. So which conference are you here for?"

"The bank management group." He sighed deeply. "Bank and management, now there's an oxymoron for you. Like sharp and dull. Trouble is, most of these people are dull. I haven't seen a sharp knife in this bunch yet. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing here.

Mayo finished his drink and sat it on the counter.

"Pour me another one, Rowdy. Maybe if I drink enough I won't mind it so much."

I poured him three more over the next half hour and served a few other stragglers. Mayo called me to his end of the bar again.

"Pour me another, Rowdy."

"I don't mean to offend you, sir, but you've had enough tonight. Why don't you go up to your room and sleep this one off? I'm sure you've got a busy day tomorrow."

I saw a quick flash of anger before he reined it in. Suddenly everyone had gone and he was the only bar patron again.

He smiled. "What time does the bar close, Rowdy?"

"Three A.M."

"Shit. Long goddamn night for you. They mean to get every penny they can from the drunk tourists in this town, don't they?"

That was funny and I laughed sharply. He didn't know how right he was.

"I get off at midnight. Someone else is gonna finish the night shift."

His eyes bored into mine, refused to look away, and I wouldn't let him stare me down. He might have been a fucking general or something but I was a military brat. I outranked him.

"How old are you, Rowdy?"

"Twenty-four, sir."

"Would you please pour me just one more and then I promise I'll call it a night."

I gave him a cold stare and poured him another. I turned to finish up my chores. Margie was a fucking bitch if she had to do anything other than pour a few drinks in the few hours of the AM shift. The shit she'd stir up with her complaints was not worth the price of pissing her off just for grins. And the stupid cunt's job was to clean the bar, a janitor of sorts who was also required to serve drinks to the few idiots who showed up in the wee hours of the morning.

"What would it take to get you to come up to my room tonight, Rowdy?"

His voice was low and I was stunned. I turned to him and saw the naked pain in his eyes. It took a lot of courage, vodka courage, for him to get to the point.

"Please," he whispered. "I want you tonight. I'm dying here."

I made a quick decision. I'd never had sex with a man before. I'd fucked a few women before who'd come on to me in the bar but I was careful. Management had strict rules about sex with the guests of the hotel. They'd fire you instantly and poison the well for you in the hotel industry. Shit, in this economy you'd be lucky to get another job. Sex with hotel guests can lead to legal charges of prostitution, can ruin a hotel's reputation permanently. If hotel management had its way, they'd make us wear chastity belts while we were on the premises.

"What's your room number, sir?"

I swallowed hard. What was I doing? He was probably a goddamn plant sent in to test me. I suddenly expected to be fired.

"Room 907."

Mayo looked so relieved that I'd asked for his room number I knew he was on the level.

I cleared my throat nervously. "Go to your room, sir. I'll be along in about half an hour."

He grinned. "I'll be waiting for you, Rowdy. You won't regret it."

He turned and left the bar. I was regretting it already but I was too far in. I could choose not to show up but then the bank assholes were going to be here the whole goddamn week. I couldn't face him again if I didn't keep my word.

He was my first man. When I started working at the bar I was trained by Steve, a sexy gay man in his late forties, who worked the day shift. He wasn't effeminate. You couldn't tell he was gay unless you were around him for several hours and he relaxed. Then he'd make some way off-color jokes or maybe it was something about the way he held his head, his walk, the way he'd look at you if he decided he liked you; all changes that didn't appear unless he totally relaxed in your company, when he turned Steve Serious to the off position. Any man with halfway decent gaydar would pick up on his homosexuality after that. It hadn't taken me more than twenty minutes before I caught him staring at my ass and I knew. He'd just grinned but he never made a pass at me. I wasn't sure why not. It's crazy. Most straight men get offended when homosexuals make a pass at them but then they really get pissed off when a gay guy totally ignores them. You think you've lost your sex appeal completely if you can't attract a queer.

Somehow I think Steve knew that and he played with me. He teased me a lot about being a cowboy, even brought me a cowboy hat as a gift on my birthday a week after I'd been hired. But he never made the slightest move on me. Instead he talked about the money I could make with my ass, my looks. He told me about the desperate women in the bar, women who would give anything to be fucked by a good looking young man, their chance to feel young and desirable again. Of course, he said, some had never been desirable but people like to have sex and money's money. He confessed he'd made a lot of money using his ass while working in the bar.

He told me the most money comes from the men. The men who are on vacation in a hotel at one the most famous beaches in the world, seeing all the sexy men and women cavort in the surf in miniscule bathing suits. Men who are straight but in our sexual environment want to experiment with one of the studs they see wearing next to nothing. Steve told me he was paid five thousand dollars one night to fuck a U.S. Senator, a man who had been on the national political stage for over thirty years, had even been considered for the vice-presidency once; a man in a celebrated marriage who just wanted Steve to fuck him in the ass all night long. Steve laughed and said he'd taken a dildo with him to the man's room. After all, he couldn't fuck him all night long but Steve said the dildo did the job and he'd performed the task himself twice that night. The grateful politician had given Steve a handful of hundred dollar bills and thanked him profusely for making love to him. The handful of bills had totaled five thousand dollars. The senator had stayed at the hotel several times over the years, each time asking Steve to his room, and forming a loving and friendly relationship that no one knew about. I'd wondered which Senator it was. We have many politicians who stay with us, lots of celebrities, but gays have tight lips. They like to gossip like most men but I'd never known one to out another man, to kiss and tell. They'd rip a female to shreds over her lack of taste, criticize, and gossip like housewives on a reality show but never squeal on a straight man.

I knocked on the door and Richard Mayo answered at once, barefoot, wet hair, and wearing a robe.

"Come in, Rowdy," he said nervously.

I walked in more nervous than he, suddenly afraid of what might happen. My memory flashed to a movie I'd seen years ago where a handsome man murders male prostitutes. The murders were fucking brutal. Mayo stepped back into the room and stood by the balcony door.

"Take your clothes off," he ordered.

"Yes, sir."

I'd never undressed in front of a man in this situation and I was embarrassed. I slipped my shoes off and toed my socks off, laughing to myself. Your feet are naked, Rowdy, I thought, now comes the hard part. I pulled my shirt over my head and I saw him watching me, naked lust in his eyes. I stretched and yawned, nervous as hell, and deliberately flexing my muscles. Might as well give him a show. I unbuckled my belt and the jeans button before unzipping them, looking at his face as he watched my hands. I couldn't do it. I couldn't drop my pants in front of another man like this with him watching me. I turned my back on him and dropped my jeans and boxers to the floor in one move. I heard him whistle softly. I turned around and looked at the floor. I didn't have an erection, wasn't sure if I would even be able to get it up.

"Goddamn, Rowdy, you're fucking gorgeous, you know that? Fucking gorgeous. How big's your dick, eight, nine inches?"

I didn't reply and I blushed, my face burning hot. I knew my body was in good shape. I worked out every day, ran on the beach, played beach volleyball, swam. I was a bartender who never drank a drop. Alcohol makes me puke every time. The doctors tell me my body has a metabolic intolerance for alcohol and rejects it immediately as a foreign invader. Things the body immediately rejects either get evicted by vomiting or diarrhea. I'm six feet, four inches tall, slender and muscled, with almost no body hair, just the dark brown curls under my arms and above my penis. Faint rings of hair around my nipples, a thin dark trail of hair from my belly button to my pubic bush, and a dust of hair on my lower legs, otherwise a tan hard body with a white ass that's never seen the sun.

I looked at his face. Mayo's face was flushed and I could see his erection poking like a stick into his robe. I felt almost faint and I turned around again, humiliated that I'd come to his room. For the first time in a long time I was totally panicked and afraid I might cry. Shit. I hadn't cried in years. But I'd never stripped off naked in front of another man so he could ogle me before he fucked me either. Suddenly I felt him behind me, his erection poking into my ass, his arms surrounding me, his lips kissing the back of my neck.

"Don't be so shy, Rowdy, you act like you've never had sex before. A good looking boy like you, I'll bet you've been fucking like a bunny since you hit puberty."

His teeth nipped at my ear and kissed my neck.

"What happened here?" he asked softly. "It looks like a rope scar."

I froze. I'd forgotten about the scar around my neck. In a panic, I simply told him the truth.

"I hung myself, tried to commit suicide a few years ago. Obviously it didn't work," I managed to croak out from the bottom of my gut.

He kissed my neck gently.

"I'm sorry. You're too beautiful for that, Rowdy. And I don't just mean what I can see of your body. You've got a good soul. You're a good man. Trust me. I've had to make this judgment call thousands of times in my life. Why do you think I risked everything I have to ask you up here tonight? You're a man of honor, Rowdy. It's a rare thing in this world today."

Just as I was digesting what he'd said to me he pushed me face down on the bed. His hands pulled my buttocks apart and I felt his hot breath on my ass just before his tongue licked my asshole. I jerked and he held me down, strong and in control. I closed my eyes and buried my face in the pillow. He kissed and licked my ass for the next half hour or so and I felt the rasp of his beard scrape the soft skin of my buttocks. He was only a few hours away from his morning shave and it showed. Now I knew what my ex-wife had complained about when I'd put my face in her pussy before shaving in the morning.

I felt something cold as he poured some sort of lubricant on my asshole. His fingers rubbed it in and a finger penetrated me. Then he rolled me over and sat straddling my chest, his erect cock in my face. I saw his fully naked body for the first time. He had less body hair than me, none on his chest or legs, only a few strands under his arms, and a small patch of black curls above his dick. His erect dick was maybe six inches, maybe less but it was thick like a goddamn arm. There was a huge purple vein running down one side and a pronounced circumcision scar, and the head of it looked like a peach, dark pink with the piss slit long and dripping his semen. He handed me a condom.

"Put it on with your teeth," he ordered, his eyes dancing with amusement.

I put the condom in my mouth and almost giggled. I wasn't sure I could do this and I had a vision of a police report stating I'd died from a condom lodged in my throat. I carefully held it between my teeth and lips before putting my mouth on his cock. I had a sudden thought that with my luck the condom was in my mouth backward and I'd have to take it out and start over again. I really did giggle then and Mayo smiled and ran his fingers through my hair gently.

"This is fun, huh?" he laughed softly. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, Rowdy."

I carefully rolled the condom over his cock as he pushed it into my mouth, the tip finally pushing against the back of my throat as my nose pressed into his pubic hair. He sat still for a minute and then leaned over me, fucking my mouth like a pussy. After a couple of minutes of being face fucked, he twisted off me and rolled me on my stomach again. He pushed my thighs apart and then held my buttocks open wide before I felt his cock touch my asshole. The moment of truth. I buried my face in the pillow again as I felt the thickness of his cock press against the hole. He made a few preliminary pushes and stroked my ass with his fingers.

"Push out like you do when you shit, Rowdy. Strain against my cock like you do when you're constipated. It'll be easier that way."

I did as he asked and he pushed again. I felt and heard his cock as it entered my ass. I gasped, almost screamed.

"Whoa, cowboy, don't buck me off yet. We'll take it slow. I know my cock's thicker than most."

He pushed in small increments with me gasping at each move, now biting the pillow, keeping my eyes closed throughout the ordeal. Eventually I felt his pubic hair against my ass, his balls hanging on mine, and I knew he was all the way in. Mayo leaned over my back and I felt him kiss my shoulders. He began to push his cock slowly, small retractions and re-entries, never fully pulling out. I relaxed. He was fucking me like I fucked women. Suddenly the sphincter muscle was totally relaxed and his entry was smooth, slippery from all the lubricant. Mayo lowered his body onto mine, his full weight on my back. He kissed and licked my neck, my earlobes, and he pulled my hair gently with his teeth.

He began to rock on me and suddenly he was fucking me for all he was worth, his cock pulling all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt. What had been painful was now pleasurable and I started moaning with each thrust. I felt like I'd never felt before and wondered if this was how women felt when men fucked them. Mayo kept at it, fucking me like an animal, grunting, cursing, biting my back. He grabbed my hair with his hand and pulled my head back, turning my face toward him. He kissed me gently, a surprise considering the force with which he was fucking my ass.

I let him slide his tongue in my mouth and had a sudden thought from high school locker room jeers. It's okay to let a queer suck your dick occasionally, you can even let him kiss your lips and body if it gets him off while he sucks you. But if you let him put his tongue in your mouth that means you're enjoying it way too much. Then I laughed inside, amused at my thought. The jeers had been about the rules of letting a queer give you head, all in place so a guy could get his rocks off pleasurably when no girl would oblige. Letting a guy fuck you in the ass was beyond the pale. I'd definitely gone over the dark side.

Mayo's fucking became frantic as his orgasm neared and my nervousness was gone, no more pain, only pleasure and I enjoyed what he was doing, loved it as I'd never loved anything before. I'd barely had an erection through this and suddenly I had a raging hard on pressing into the bed. Mayo's cock was slamming into me as he'd pull it all the way out before smashing it into me again. I could hear the suction sounds of the thick lubricant in my asshole and on his condom. I felt his balls slam into mine with each hit and then it was too much. I pushed against him and began to convulse, becoming the bucking bronco he'd teased me about.




Hotel



"That's right, Rowdy," he grunted, out of breath. "It's about goddamn time, too. I thought you were never going to cum for me."

I exploded as I began to ejaculate my semen onto the bed beneath me. My balls churned as my asshole gripped his cock like a vise. Mayo slapped my ass hard with his hands as his own orgasm began and then he totally collapsed on me, moaning and panting into my neck as I felt that thick cock of his spasm and fill his condom with his cum. We lay like that for what seemed like forever, his cock still in my ass.

Then he rolled off me and stood up. I watched as he walked over to the dresser. He pulled his wallet out and removed a wad of money. I suddenly felt cheap. I'd enjoyed his making love to me. I'd really truly enjoyed my first sexual encounter with a man and I didn't want it ruined by seeming like a prostitute. I stood up, pulling on my clothes at record speed. I slid my shoes on and put the socks in my jean pockets.

"I don't want your filthy goddamn dirty money," I said brusquely. "I'm not a fucking prostitute. I just made a motherfucking mistake here. I'm just a sick queer whore."

I felt the tears sting my eyes but I was determined not to cry in front of him.

He pulled me into his arms, his naked flesh pressed against my clothes. He forced my head onto his shoulders.

"Don't do this, Rowdy. I know you're not a prostitute and I know for goddamn sure you're no queer whore. No one's ever fucked your ass before, I'm sure of that. I was your first man, am I right?"

My yes response was muffled in his shoulder. He smelled like soap and sexy cologne, something probably expensive because I'd never smelled it before.

"I'm giving you this money because I want you to have it, because you made a sad old man feel wonderful again. I've got tons of money; more than I'll ever spend and no one I care about to spend it on. Swallow your pride and take this. Please. It'll make me feel less like a dirty old man who stole your virginity."

I stepped back and looked him in the eye. The deep sadness within him seemed permanent. I took the money and put it in my pocket, then blushed. He kissed my nose gently and touched my cheek with his finger tips.

"I love it when you blush, Rowdy. Don't ever lose that genuine humility you have, son. Be true to yourself and try to do what makes you happy, not what your Dad wants. If you take my advice I guarantee you'll never put another noose around your neck again.

I was startled and he saw it. A wave of panic swept over me as my suspicion came to life. He saw it in my eyes. His hand gripped my face and forced me to look at him, not harshly but with a gentle strength.

"That's right, Rowdy. I know your father. He's a disgusting bastard and I never could understand why Cheryl married him in the first place, why he married her for that matter. You bear a vague resemblance to him but I had no idea until I saw the rope scar. Then I knew. I remember Cheryl calling me in hysterics after she found you hanging in the closet.

I looked at him, looked up and down his naked body. He was in fantastic physical shape and the foreskin now covered his soft penis.

"I know. You think I'm just a sick pervert in a revolting old body. It's okay if you want to think that, if it'll make you feel better."

"I don't think you're a pervert at all, sir. And you're not revolting at all either. You're sexy and handsome, my idea of what a man should be. Why do you think I made you my first?"

He took my hand in his and pulled it to his lips, kissing first the top and then the palm.

"Thank you for that, Rowdy, I mean it. I feel like I can breathe now."

He smiled at me and there was no sadness in his eyes this time.

"Do you think you might let me make love to you again while I'm staying here this week?"

I grinned at him.

"There's no 'might' about it at all, sir. I'd love to have sex with you again, I want to. Just no more money, okay?"

He laughed. "This week doesn't look so bad after all, Rowdy. And we'll talk about the money bit. I've got no one else to give it to that I care about. Indulge me."

I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips again before leaving. I smiled the way I hadn't in a long time as I heard the door click behind me.



Hotel



I'm standing outside waiting for you to pick me up. You never pick me up, I know there's something planned.

Your car pulls around the corner and I climb in. 

"Put this on under your sunglasses." you say as you hand me a small blindfold.

I take it and do as you say, hiding the strap under my hair. It's small but it works well enough.

We drive for a short while, chatting a little, but mostly in silence, I'm sure you're watching me squirm as I get wetter and wetter in anticipation.

Soon you stop the car, from what little light gets through the blindfold I know we're in a parking garage. You grab my bag and tell me to stay put until you open my door. Grabbing my arm you help me out of the car, and hand my purse back to me. With your arm around my waist you guide me toward the elevator.

Once in the elevator you grab my hair and pull my head down and hips back, bending me forward, my ass out and available to you. Quickly you spank me through my skirt, holding my hair so I can't lunge forward when the blows land. The elevator slows and you pull me upright again, stepping close behind as your hand moves up my skirt to my warmed ass.

The elevator stops and you look out quickly, before grabbing my hair to pull me forward. I stumble a few steps in my heels before regaining my balance. We walk down the hallway, I'm ahead of you as you guide me with a firm hand in my hair. We stop and I hear the beep and click of an electronic key being used in the door. 

You open the door and push me through. I stop a few steps in as the door closes heavily behind us.

You push me against the wall and we kiss, hard, hungrily, before you break away and pull me to the floor to ceiling windows.

"Is this what you wanted?" you say as you push me against the window, my face hard against the glass. "To be shown off as the whore you are?"

I whimper as you reach around and grab my breasts through my blouse. Your hand travels up to my throat, gripping tightly. 

"I said, is this what you want?"

"Yes." I breathe out, with what little air I can get around your hand at my throat.

"Good."

Your hand moves from my throat and back to my blouse. Pulling me back a step from the window, you tear open the top half of my blouse, exposing my bra underneath. 

I'm pressed back against you as your hands slide inside my bra, your fingers finding my nipples hard beneath. Pinching gently you pull my nipples up, out of the bra cups, before pushing me back against the window. The rings of my piercings hit the glass with a small click, and I inhale as I feel the cold of the glass.

My breath leaves a small patch of fog on the window as you run your hands down my body. Finding the end of my skirt, your hands move up the back of my legs, my skirt catching on your wrists and moving up my thighs slowly. Your hands find my ass, still slightly warm from the spanking in the elevator. Sliding a hand along my ass you bring it between my legs.

"Good girl" you say, sliding your hand forward. "You really are a dirty whore, not wearing any panties. I love that your wet pussy has been barely hidden under this skirt the whole time."

Withdrawing your hand you bring your fingers to my lips, leaving a trail of my come on the window as you draw them across my mouth. I lick them clean, savoring my taste and scent on your hands.

Pulling your hand away you grab my hips, bending me forward as you pull them away from the window. Several hard spankings land on my exposed ass, leaving distinct prints at first that then blend together to a slight pinkness. I inhale sharply at the first couple, but start to whimper in pain mixed with pleasure by the last few. 

Quickly you spin me around, pushing me back to the window. Holding my skirt up you makes sure that my now warm and pink ass is pressed against the cold glass.

The cold comes as a shock against the warm skin, and I tense and lean forward into you. 

Pushing me back you grab my hair, pulling my head to the side. 

Your lips are close as you ask: "Does that feel good against your hot little ass? Imagine what all the people below must think."

"You've been dressed for entirely too long."

Grabbing the front of my blouse you tear it open the rest of the way. Pulling it off, you throw it into a corner of the room. Next goes the bra, then the skirt you unzip before tearing it the rest of the way. 

I'm left standing naked in my heels, my ass cooling against the window. 

"I do enjoy you naked in front of me." 

Your hands slide up my torso, stopping as you grab each breast firmly. You massage them momentarily, before grabbing my nipples, pinching them as you flick them with your index finger.

I shiver and whimper as you tease my nipples. Seeing my response you bend to suck and lick them. Grabbing a nipple gently between your teeth you toy with it, licking the tip as you roll it between your teeth before pulling back to tug on my piercings. The increased teasing makes me whimper more, and I try to pull my ever more sensitive nipples away from your attentions.

With your free hand you grab my arm, rising to press me against the glass with your body. 

"Where do you think you're going?"

You turn me around again, stretching my arms up and out against the glass. Placing your hand between my thighs you push my legs wide, leaving me to balance precariously in my heels.

"Don't move." Your breath is warm in my ear.

I nod and whimper an affirmative, but you've turned away to your bag of ropes. I can hear you pulling them out as I rest my head on the glass, still blindfolded and getting wetter with each passing moment. 

You press yourself behind me again, I can feel you reaching up near my hands. There's a soft click first on one side, then the other. You step back again, and this time when you return it's to pull my wrist down for your ropes. The ropes are smooth against my skin as you quickly tie my wrist. With the rope secured you bring my hand up again, and clip it to the industrial suction cup you'd put on the window moments earlier. My other wrist and both ankles are likewise tied, and I'm left standing pressed against the glass, unable to move. As a finishing touch, I feel your hands slide around my breasts, and you grab my nipple rings. Gently stretching them up, you hook the rings over two smaller suction cups on the window. Even the slightest of movements cause the rings to pull against my tender nipples.

Standing spread eagle, my pussy is against the window, the cold creeping down my clit piercing. I imagine you behind me, admiring your work. I feel your hands at my hips, pulling me back from the window what little I can manage. My nipples are stretched hard against the rings and I gasp at the sensation.

Your fingers find my freshly shaved pussy and pull the lips wide, and you push me forward again with your body weight. I'm pinned to the window, your fingers keeping my pussy open against the glass, your cock pressing hard into me through your jeans.

My breathing becomes ragged with arousal. You can feel me tensing and shifting against you, as I try to maneuver my pussy around your fingers. 

"Such a dirty whore. So exposed and so turned on. It's too bad I don't get to show you off like this more often."

Finding my clit with your fingers you stroke it gently as I start to moan. As you start to tap it I struggle to push myself harder against your fingers.

"You're ready to cum, aren't you, slut?"

In response I just whimper, and continue to press against your fingers.

Your hand jerks away from my pussy, and I feel a sting as you slap my face.

"What was that?" and you slap me again.

"Yes." I exhale.

Your hand lands again across my cheek, and I try to flinch in response.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please let me cum. I want to cum." I stammer through my ragged breathing.

"That's better. But I'm not ready to let you cum yet."

Lowering your hands, you find my ass and rub it gently. Stepping back you start to spank me, hard, stinging blows, first one cheek, then the next. I cry out each blow, and in the time between start to flinch in anticipation of the next one. My ass turns pink, darkening with each blow. You speed up, until you can tell I'm on the verge of real pain, my ass stinging and my nipples hard and sore from the cold of the glass and the tugging as I respond to each spanking. Stopping to caress my hot ass, you lean in.

"Can you take another?"

I hesitate for a moment before answering.

"Yes."

You land another sharp blow on my ass, watching as I flinch and squeal at the impact.

"Can you take another?"

Breathing in deeply, I exhale, "Yes."

Another blow lands, and again I flinch.

"Another?"

My ass is throbbing, stinging, and raw. I'm to the point where each blow is more pain than pleasure, but I want so desperately to please you. I know you love pushing my boundaries, watching me take the pain you give.

"Wait," I say, taking a few breaths. "Yes."

Quickly you spank me twice, once each cheek. I cry out and press forward as the blows land, and stay tensed against the glass until I feel your body pressed against me, your hands gently in my hair.

"You took a lot of spankings just now. That's my good girl."

For a moment you hold me, as I recover from the spanking I just received. Your jeans are rough against my raw ass, but it feels good to have your body pressed against me. You run your hands through my hair, then down my back to my ass. Stepping away you caress my ass gently, before moving your hands to my pussy. 

"God, you are so wet."

As you start to play with my clit from behind you grab my hair with your other hand, forcing my face against the window. Soon I'm moaning and pressing back against your hand. Your finger slides back and forth against my clit, and my legs start to tense as my orgasm builds. My breathing becomes heavier as you keep rubbing, and I feel my wetness starting to drip down my thighs.

"You just squirted on my hand," you say, leaning closer. "You must be enjoying yourself."

My legs start to shake, going weak as I'm on the verge of orgasm. You slide a finger inside my pussy, and I tense around it as I squirt again.

"Please," I breathe.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"God, yes. Please. I want to feel your cock inside me. Fuck me."

Your hands pull away, and I'm left panting against the glass. I can hear you moving behind me, but the blindfold prevents me seeing anything.

I feel your hands on my hips again, and you slide your cock inside me. I gasp tense around it, starting to shake as you press yourself farther inside me. Slowly you pull back, and again, slowly forward.

"God your pussy feels so good. Is this what you wanted? Me to fuck you in this window?"

The reminder of where we are makes me even more desperate to cum, your cock feels so good. I try to fuck you harder, gripping your cock with my pussy, but your ropes are well placed and my nipples tender from moving. You continue your slow thrusts, enjoying my building frustration and desire.

"I could just let go and fuck you right now. Fuck you hard..."

"Please." I gasp. "Please fuck me."

"Mmm. As tempting as it is, I don't think my cock has received nearly enough attention for that yet."

You pull out, and I whimper to find my pussy empty and still throbbing with desire. Resting your cock between my still hot ass cheeks, your hands find my nipples and gently pull the piercings free of the suction cups. I sigh in relief as you gently massage them for a moment as I arch my back, pressing your cock against my ass.

Reaching up, you release the ropes from the suction cups holding them above my head. I press back into you as much as I can with my ankles still tethered, hoping you'll resume fucking me, desperate to have your body against mine and your cock inside me again.

You step away, and untie my ankles. 

"Kneel."

I obey, and turn to kneel at your feet, mouth open, waiting for your cock. I feel the tip of it slide across my lips, and I open wider, trying to take you into my mouth as you rub your cock over my lips. You pull my head down, forcing me to lick the sides of your shaft, pulling me up and down along your length. After a minute you push me farther down, I lick the crease of your thigh before moving to lick and suck your balls. Finally you pull my head back up, and I take your cock in my mouth. 

I slide my mouth down the length, my tongue working the shaft as I slide my lips up and down. You press forward and I slide all the way down, the head of your cock coming to rest in my throat while I continue to massage you with my tongue. You grab my hair and begin to thrust forward and back gently. Your cock slides in and out of my throat as you move, and I time my breathing to fall in with your rhythm. I lose myself in the rhythm of you, my tongue still working to massage your shaft. Enjoying your taste, having your cock in my mouth, the momentary loss of breath when you are deep in my throat. I suck and lick, hoping that you'll cum in my mouth, that I get to feel you shooting down my throat as I work do draw every last drop from your cock. 

"I'm not ready to come yet," you say, pulling your cock out of my mouth.

I whimper and pout at not having access to your cock any more.

"Besides, we don't want that pussy to go unattended for too long."

Reaching down, you gently stroke my clit before sliding your fingers inside my pussy. 

"Stand up" you say, keeping your fingers in my pussy as you pull me to my feet.

"Spread your legs."

I start to step my legs out, and your fingers start to leave my pussy.

"Farther."

I spread my legs farther, and am rewarded as I slide down again onto your fingers. You slide your fingers in and out of my pussy a few times, before running them up my slippery lips to my clit. 

As you rub my swollen clit you kneel and re-tie my ankles. My reddened ass presses against the glass. 

Standing, you tie my wrists behind my back, arms folded. Running the ropes up you anchor them to the upper suction cups. I'm balanced precariously in my heels, bent over with my ass against the window, kept from falling by the tension of the ropes at my wrists.

Walking to my bag you open it and begin removing toys. Selecting one, you return to where I'm suspended against the glass. I feel the cold silicone press against my lips as I open my mouth to accept the toy.

"My slut, you are so good with that mouth of yours."

Taking the toy from my mouth, you step beside me and push me forward as much as my arms and the ropes will allow. Positioning the toy near my pussy, you push its base to the window where it adheres. You slide it easily into my wet pussy, as I gasp as it fills me.

"Let's show everyone watching what a good pussy you have," you say as you remove my blindfold. Kneeling you grab my chin with your hand, bringing my head up to look into your eyes. 

"Fuck your toy like it's my cock."

Tensing my shoulders I strain to pull myself up the length of the toy filling my pussy. I rock back and forth on it, the length sliding in and out, my cum coating the shaft. 

"Such a pretty little whore. You fuck that cock so well."

Standing by the window you watch as my pussy glides along the toy. Reaching down you finger my clit, and I strain against the ropes to fuck myself harder. I start shaking and gasping as I get closer and closer to cumming. My shoulders start to ache from supporting my weight against the ropes. 

Your hand leaves my clit for a moment, and you find my jeweled butt plug you'd set aside earlier. Applying a bit of lube you press it against my ass hole, your other hand returning to my clit. 

I press forward, away from the cold glass of the plug pressed to my ass.

"I want you to take this," you say, massaging the tip of the plug into me, while your fingers stroke my clit. 

I carefully rock back toward the plug, it's harder to get in with my pussy full. I try to pull forward but your hand follows me, pressing it in. It slides slowly, and I whimper as the flare enters. As you push the toy fully in I arch away as it slides suddenly home. 

"Good girl. I haven't seen you this full before." Your hand is in my hair, pulling my head back as you speak softly in my ear. I whimper at your praise.

Your hand leaves my clit as you step in front of me, presenting your hard cock. 

"Look at me."

I do my best to look up at you, licking the head of your cock, and along its shaft. Finally I take you in my throat, as your hands grab my hair firmly. You fuck my mouth, your cock sliding along my throat, occasionally lodging deep as I hold my breath and massage you with my tongue. 

As you fuck my throat the dildo slides in and out at the same rhythm, the jewel of the putt plug taps occasionally against the window. I start to cum, gasping around your cock, my body shaking as I keep licking and sucking your cock. You push forward as your own orgasm starts, your cock lodges deep in my throat as you start to cum. Swallowing, I work your shaft with my tongue, coaxing every last drop of cum from you as your orgasm subsides. 

You hold your cock in my mouth just a moment longer, before withdrawing and untying me. You pull me forward off my toy and it stays attached to the window, wet with cum. We walk the few steps to the bed and fall into it, my head on your shoulder, cuddling and caressing while anticipating round two...



Hotel



It wasn't supposed to happen this way. How could I have known when I stepped into the hotel room and saw the door to the adjoining room that this could happen? I was excited, never imagining what could happen. I just couldn't wait to try my new toy.

My new toy was a specialized digital camera with the lens mounted on a long, narrow and flexible tube. Designed to allow someone to look into the deep recesses of machinery or pipe I bought the device for another purpose. The tube for the camera is small enough to easily squeeze between the door and the carpet allowing me to look into the adjoining room.

Without even bothering to unpack, I grabbed my camera, set the light at the tip to off and carefully slid it under the two doors. I had carefully measured the thickness of my door so I wouldn't push the tube too far into the other room. Turning on the camera I made a few adjustments so I had an unobstructed view of the bed. Now all I had to do was wait until someone showed up.

I quickly unpacked and then pulled a chair over to where I could watch the tiny LCD screen on the camera. I then turned on the TV so I would have something to do. It was a couple of hours before anyone showed up in the room.

Yeah, TV was pretty boring and I had nearly fallen asleep when I heard talking outside my door and then heard a door open. Looking down at the LCD screen I saw a woman and then a man wander in. They didn't appear to have any luggage.

I turned down the TV and listened through the door trying to hear what they were saying. Unfortunately the camera did not have any means of picking up sound so I had to hear the old fashion way, with my ear against the door. Moving the camera so I could see the screen I listened.

"...he'd never leave," I caught a bit of what the woman said.

"...you're sure... ...gone..." came the man's voice.

"...early tee time. Gone to play... ...we'll have at least three..."

"...don't know how hard..."

"I know, but now we're..."

"Yes, alone," the man said.

I hadn't seen anything on the camera, but as the conversation I saw the woman sit down on the bed and open her legs. While they had talked they apparently undressed because I had an excellent view of the woman's large breasts and nicely shaved pussy.

My view of her was blocked as the man kneeled down. I heard him say, "Oh you shaved."

"Yes, just for..."

"... look delicious."

"Only one way to find..."

Kneeling in front of her, his head quickly moved up between her legs as she ran her hands up over her breasts. I felt my cock stiffen as she moved her legs up over his shoulders, lifting her hips to push her pussy onto his face. Hearing the faint slurping sounds I eased my cock out of my pants and began to stroke. Soon her moans became more urgent and I heard her say, "Yes, yes, I'm coming."

The man moved his hand under his chin and I pictured his fingers pushing into her, feeling her pussy squeeze over them. Almost immediately she reached down and pulled him up, where he climbed up on the bed as she scooted back. I could see her hand take his cock and guide it into her wet pussy. His ass muscles flexed as he began thrusting into her, his balls slapping against her.

I could hear her begin to moan again when another sound distracted me. I heard footsteps from the corridor and then the sound of a door opening. My view of the couple was suddenly blocked as I heard a shout, "What the hell?"

"No George, please..." the woman screamed.

There were two quick flashes and my ears rang from the crashing sound. Pulling my ear from the door I looked at my camera screen where I got a quick glimpse of the couple laying still on the bed. There was another flash and the screen went black as I heard a dull thud.

I pulled the camera, quickly hid it in a bag and then zipped up my pants. Rushing out into the hallway I said to another guest, "It sounded like a gun, call the police." I then headed to the elevator.