0 comments/ 69678 views/ 7 favorites Dentist Gets A Filling Ch. 01 By: Patchwork The voice on the aeroplane PA announces ten minutes to landing and Marsha watches the cabin staff set about their routine of ensuring all passengers and hand baggage are secured for landing. She can see the bright sunshine streaming in through the windows to her right and she knows that the week ahead will be full of blue skies and hot sun. Although the time to enjoy the sunshine may be limited Marsha resolves to make the best of any opportunity to steal away and take some time to herself. Although this is strictly a business trip Marsha relishes the time away from her normal routine and her normal responsibilities. Marsha is a dentist in a busy practice and her days are jam-packed with appointments, and many of her evenings are taken-up with paperwork. The trip to the annual congress offers an escape from all of that and Marsha relishes the thought that she can play truant and sneak away to the beach to tan her lovely body. The thought of being naughty also causes her to recall the other naughtiness that she reserves for her trip to congress. Marsha loves to flirt with the guys at the conference. There are always many handsome men and Marsha loves to get their attention. She loves to watch their eyes explore her sexy body and this makes her tease them a little more, showing a little more leg, allowing the dark band of her stockings to peep into view for just a few seconds or leaning in to present a better view of her cleavage, or even closer so that her scent tantalises them further. It's all perfectly innocent fun, she tells herself. There is no way she would betray her husband with any of these men. Although, she admits to herself that the fantasy is very appealing. Marsha is still smiling from this thought when the plane bumps onto the runway and starts to slow. The announcer welcomes everyone to the resort and continues to explain the services available through the airport ground staff. Half an hour later Marsha is in a taxi on the way to the hotel. The sun is hot and she opens the window to feel the breeze. 'This is going to be a nice week,' she thinks to herself. At the hotel she soon checks-in and the porter helps her take her bags to her room. After briefly freshening-up, Marsha makes her way down to the conference suite to register for the meeting. At the desk she sees a number of familiar faces and one or two friends. They arrange to meet later for a drink and to have dinner together. With these formalities completed, Marsha decides to take a short walk towards the beach. It's wonderfully hot and the late afternoon sun is shining on the Black Sea and creating sparkling silver flecks of light. The air is clean and fresh and the sea breeze makes her skin tingle. She feels so alive after the long trip in the stuffy aeroplane, and so excited about the fun she will have this week. Back in her room, Marsha realises that she still has just over two and a half hours before the time to meet her friends. She decides to have a nap and so strips off her jeans and top and unsnaps her bra. The release of her boobs from the constraints of the garment is a pleasure and Marsha smoothes her hands across the firm flesh of her pert breasts. Looking at herself in the large mirror Marsha thinks, 'I actually do have lovely boobs,' she traces her finger nails around the undersides of each perfect globe and then up to her thick, fleshy nipples. Her nipples are sensitive and she loves having them sucked, and now as she pinches each one with her fingers it responds and hardens. She is surprised by how good this feels and is suddenly aware of the fact that she is actually feeling quite aroused. Her thumbs hook the sides of her panties and she pushes them down. The gusset catches slightly as it pulls away from her pussy lips and Marsha realises that she must be a little moist. Investigating with her fingertips she discovers that her lips are hot and slippery, and with barely any pressure her middle finger slides into her pussy, causing her to gasp and her knees to tremble and weaken. Stumbling to the bed, Marsha falls onto the cool white linen sheets and rolls onto her back. The urge to play with herself now drives any thought of sleep from her mind. Her legs are raised and bent at the knees, and they fall open to expose her hot, slick pussy to the air. Immediately she sets up a rhythm of stimulation, the middle finger of her left hand sliding in and out of her pussy, while the fingers of her right hand stimulate her clit with a circular motion. Marsha enjoys masturbation and indulges regularly. Normally, however, her sessions of self-love are planned and include a slow build-up and a long period of playing before allowing herself to explode into a climax. But this time she feels an urgent need to climax arising out of sheer animal lust. She hadn't even realised how aroused she had been. Her mind floods with images of sexual desire. Hard bodied men with long straight cocks. Soon the images are dominated by Marsha's favourite fantasy, to be gang banged by several men. Almost without warning her body convulses with the first crashing wave of climax and Marsha groans aloud as her body trembles and shakes through each subsequent crescendo of pleasure. As the climax subsides Marsha closes her eyes and gives-in to a warm and satisfied sleep. A little while later... Marsha opens her eyes but the room is dark. For a few seconds she is confused but gradually recalls that she is in the hotel room for congress. Then she remembers her dinner arrangements and becomes concerned that she may be late. Fumbling for the light, she finds her watch and discovers that she still has an hour to get ready. Rising slowly now she feels a little giddy and thinks to herself, 'Is this what my patients feel like leaving my dentist chair after treatment,' but she smiles and thinks, probably not, unless they have an orgasm too, which seems unlikely, her smile becomes a small giggle. In the shower Marsha notices that her pussy is still sensitive, 'Gawd, why am I so horny,' she thinks to herself. Her fingers delve between her legs and this causes her to tremble again. 'I should have brought a dildo with me,' she thinks. Somehow Marsha manages to finish her shower and prepares for her evening of socialising. She dresses in her sexy black, lacy lingerie, with the strapless bra, as she plans to wear a dress with a plunging neckline. The dentist fraternity is nothing if not stylish and there is always a little bit of competition to see who can look the best, especially amongst the women. Marsha finishes off her outfit with a pair of fishnet stockings and black heels. When she is finally ready she takes stock of herself in the mirror. Her hair is drawn back and up and shows-off her elegant neck. The neckline of the dress is just off her shoulders and reveals her décolletage and her upper back, and just hints at the top of her cleavage. The dress is quite fitting, which suits Marsha perfectly as her body is toned and firm and just as good now as it was when she was 18. The hem is just level with her knees and is exactly the right balance of sexiness and demure elegance. Marsha is pleased with the effect and can't help but hope that there will be a chance to show off and flirt a little with some handsome man. Smiling she sweeps out of her room and heads down to the hotel bar. On entering she is greeted warmly by her friends and they immediately start chatting excitedly about the week ahead and about the news and gossip since they last met. Almost instinctively Marsha notices a new guy on the edge of the group. He is tall and muscular looking, with dark short hair. He has an expensive and well-groomed look about him and his suit is modern, stylish and obviously bespoke tailoring. Marsha catches his eye and when he smiles at her she smiles back and looks coyly away. When she looks back he is moving towards her. 'Hi, my name is Carl.' 'Hello, Carl. I'm Marsha.' 'It's nice to meet you, Marsha. How do you know these folks?' Marsha explains her acquaintance with the group and chats easily with Carl. He tells her that he is with one of the big pharmaceutical companies and that they are sponsoring tonight's reception. He invites her to follow him towards the other side of the room where there is a table set out with champagne glasses. Carl offers her a glass, which she gratefully receives and they share a drink together and continue to talk. Marsha is enjoying his attention. He is charming and amusing, and he holds her eyes with his as they talk. She feels herself drawn into his eyes and before long she is flirting with him subtly, and returning his lingering looks. 'Would you like another glass of champagne, Marsha?' 'I really shouldn't. I'll be giddy, and we haven't even eaten yet.' 'But you should enjoy yourself and I will take your arm into dinner and ensure you do not stumble.' Marsha laughs softly at his cheesy chivalry, but finds it hard not to take him as sincere. She thanks him and takes the second glass. True to his word, Carl escorts her to dinner and sits opposite her at the table. Throughout the meal, and as Marsha talks with her friends, she can sense Carl's attention and frequently returns his understated glances. After dinner they all retire to the bar and Marsha finds herself sitting next to Carl. A little later he suggests that they go and explore the hotel's nightclub. 'I bet you are a great dancer,' Carl suggests to Marsha. 'I enjoy dancing, yes.' 'Then we must dance,' he returns smiling. They soon find the club bar and Marsha feels Carl take her hand and lead her onto the dance floor. They dance a couple of numbers and then the tempo slows and Marsha hesitates a moment, not sure if they should leave the dance floor. But Carl moves to her and takes her in his arms and they start to sway together in time to the music. 'You know, Marsha, I think you are very beautiful,' Carl whispers. His hot breath so close to her ear sends shivers through her body, causing her to tremble and experience a little twinge in her pussy. Marsha looks up into Carl's face to reply but she can't think of anything to say. Instead she just smiles gently. Carl's lips meet hers and he kisses her so softly that she feels herself melt into his arms. The kiss continues and his tongue traces across the edge of her lips, barely making contact. Marsha can't resist the urge to kiss back and so presses her mouth to his. After a few moments they break apart and without a word being said, Carl leads Marsha off the dance floor and out of the club bar. In moments they are alone in the lift rising in response to Carl's press of a button, once more he has her in his arms and is kissing her. Marsha's head is swimming with champagne, wine, dancing, and lust for this sexy man. She can feel his body against hers, and she is certain she can feel the hard ridge of his erect penis pressing into her stomach. The lift stops and they lurch out into the corridor. Seconds later they are in his room and Marsha has her back against the closed door and Carl is again kissing her. Her mind is reeling, 'What am I doing?' she thinks, 'I can't be planning to have sex here, now with this man.' Marsha thinks about her husband. At home, alone, trusting her to be true. Carl is now kissing her neck and shoulders. Her husband who is good and dependable. Carl's lips are kissing the tops of her breasts. Her husband who is so sweet and kind. Carl's hand moves up between her thighs and presses into her pussy. Suddenly Marsha thinks, 'I've got to escape!' Pushing Carl away she says, 'Wait!' He steps back and Marsha turns quickly and opens the door and runs out and back to the lifts. Just as she arrives the doors open and an elderly couple step out. Marsha dashes past them into the empty car and jabs the button for her floor. As the doors close she looks up to see Carl standing, watching her depart. The look on his face is a mixture of shock and disappointment. The doors close and he is gone. Back in her room Marsha falls onto the bed. She is breathing hard, partly from the exertion of running and partly from the heightened state of arousal she is experiencing. She kicks off her shoes and rolls over onto her front. Her hand delves between her legs and clasps her crotch. Burying her face in the pillow, Marsha starts to hump her hand, frantically seeking satisfaction. Her mind is swimming with images of Carl, his hard muscular body, his long, hard cock (as she imagines it to be). In her mind, he is behind her prone body. His strong hands tear her panties off and prise her legs apart. She imagines the weight of his body pressing down on hers and then the sense of penetration as his thick manhood violates her from behind. As Marsha madly humps her hand she imagines Carl fucking her hard and energetically from behind. His body slamming into hers, driving her towards her orgasm. Harder and harder she rides her fist, three fingers now curling back and into her sopping and fiery cunt. Marsha relishes the invasion and wishes it was Carl's monster cock. She wants to be fucked. She wants to be used and filled with spunk and then passed to another man to do the same. With her free hand she pulls her own hair, mussing and raking it from the prim arrangement she took such care to create earlier. The pain of this mistreatment justifies the debauched desires welling up inside her. In her mind's eye Carl and his cruel cohorts are fucking and abusing her helpless body. The pleasure she is experiencing is the result of force, against her will. She's a good wife, she wouldn't willingly submit to such wicked gratification. The sooner she can climax the sooner they will stop. Ending this desecration of her body is all that matters and her climax is the key to achieving that. Not for her, but to convince her attackers to stop. Marsha feels it coming and she draws in her breath in readiness. The climax envelops her and sends electricity through every fibre of her body. Her insides churn and quake and explode with forbidden joy. Marsha groans and cries-out in ecstasy as the orgasm pounds her womb and illuminates her body. She flushes hot and perspires at every pore as the sensual explosion reaches its pinnacle. Eventually it subsides and her head clears sufficiently to feel her heart thumping in her chest and her clothes sticking to her sweat-soaked body. A little clumsily Marsha rises and strips off her dress and underwear. She staggers into the bathroom to wash her teeth, once a dentist, always a dentist, she can't help thinking. Her makeup and hair are a mess and she splashes water on her face. As she stares at herself in the mirror she thinks, 'God, girl. That was close tonight. You almost went through with it.' Dentist Gets A Filling Ch. 02 The next morning Marsha rises early and meets her friends for breakfast. Her oldest friend gently scolds her for disappearing the night before. 'Where did you get to last night?' she queries. 'Oh I just wanted to get an early night,' Marsha tries to cover up. 'But didn't you leave the bar with that Carl?' her friend insists. 'Oh, well yes but we just had a dance and then I left him.' 'Hmm, well I hope you did. Anyway, what are you doing today?' Marsha explains that she wants to attend one or two of the morning sessions, but after lunch she may take a walk to the beach. 'You didn't come here to sunbathe,' her friend scolds again. 'Just a little walk, I won't be long.' Her friend isn't completely satisfied with this but Marsha manages to change the subject and they talk about other things. The morning sessions pass slowly. There are presentations on treatment techniques and on restorative filling materials. The only one of any real interest to Marsha is a presentation on UV curing adhesives for dental veneers. This form of reconstructive procedure is becoming increasingly popular, not least because of the ridiculous American make-over programmes that people see on satellite TV. By lunchtime Marsha is ready for her walk. As she heads out she notices the exhibitors' room and decides to have a quick look around. There are all the usual displays and vendors and Marsha is slowly browsing the stands when she spots Carl standing by his company's stand. He is sideways-on to her and so doesn't see her. Marsha hesitates and considers whether to approach or to run and hide. She doesn't know if she can face meeting him. But she tells herself not to be so foolish, she can't spend the whole time avoiding him and so she decides it's better to get it over with now. Besides, he will have to be nice to her here in front of his customers. As Marsha approaches, Carl turns towards her and immediately their eyes meet. Almost instantly she feels herself locked into the traction beam of his gaze. It's as if he is drawing her to him. 'Hi,' he says in his deep, soft voice, 'I missed you when you left last night.' 'Yes, I'm sorry, I had to...,' but Marsha doesn't know how to finish. 'Really, it's OK. I understand.' 'You do?' Marsha is a little surprised. 'Come here,' Carl gently takes her elbow and moves her back onto the stand away from the small group of people. They are in front of a display with their backs to the room and Carl continues, 'I'm sorry if I was too forward last night. It's just, well I find you very attractive and I thought you liked me too. I'm sorry I misunderstood. Marsha can hardly believe how gracious he is being. 'He's apologising to me!' she thinks to herself, 'It was me who ran out on him.' Out loud she reassures him that she is sorry too. It wasn't his fault. But things are a little complicated. 'I know. You don't want to be unfaithful to your husband,' Carl offers, 'I understand, and I think you are a good wife. He's a lucky man.' Shyly Marsha admits that he's right and that she shouldn't have gone to his room with him. But then she confesses that she does like him too, and that part of her wanted to kiss him, even though she knows it's wrong. Carl laughs gently at this and they talk for a while. Then Carl announces, 'Look, my company is hosting a private party tonight in the penthouse suite. To show there are no hard feelings I'd love for you to come.' Marsha looks unsure and Carl adds quickly, 'There will be a lot of people there, you'll be safe from any unwanted advances from me,' he smiles and Marsha is reassured. 'Yes. I'd love to come.' 'Wonderful, around nine then?' 'Nine, OK, see you then,' Marsha leaves and as she does so she looks back. Carl is watching her and he waves and smiles. Marsha thinks he really is very handsome. Marsha spends the afternoon walking and sitting by the beach. Her thoughts keep returning to Carl, his eyes and his sensuous voice. She is definitely looking forward to being with him again tonight. And she tells herself it will be good not to have the temptation of being alone with him. Marsha is sitting in a café on the edge of the beach. She is alone at her table but there are people all around. She smiles to herself and starts to imagine a similar scene at the party. Carl would be at her table with her. They would be talking and sitting close. Carl would be telling her how beautiful and sexy she looks. His hand would rest on her thigh. She would admit that she finds him to be very attractive and he would move his hand to her knee. She would feel the heat of his palm through the sheer nylon of her stockings. It would make her gasp a little. Noticing her reaction Carl would ask, 'You like my touch, don't you?' 'Yes,' Marsha would reply in almost a whisper. 'You liked it when I touched you last night, didn't you?' 'Yes' 'I'm going to do it again, now, here. And you can't complain or make a fuss or all these people will know what I'm doing and they will think you are wicked.' Carl's hand would then move up her thigh, slipping under her skirt and on up past the tops of her stockings. When his hand makes contact with the skin of her inner thigh, Marsha would start and gasp. Carl would stop and gently pinch her flesh making her whimper in pain and desire. 'Do you want me to touch your pussy?' Carl would ask. 'Yes' 'Yes, what?' Carl would insist, 'Ask me properly.' 'Please, I want you to touch my pussy.' Carl's hand would then move along until his fingers pressed into the silky gusset of Marsha's panties. He would press the material until it creased between her labia, and the pressure would make her groan in pleasure. His fingers would then begin to massage her vulva sending little ripples of sexual pleasure surging through her body. Marsha can feel her pussy lips becoming slick with her juices. The action of Carl's fingers is making small, wet, squelching sounds, that Marsha is afraid people will hear. 'Do you want my fingers inside you?' Carl would now ask. 'Yes, please put your fingers inside me.' 'You are a bad girl, Marsha. You want me to make you cum right here with all these people around, don't you?' 'Yes, I really need it. I want you to make me cum, please,' Marsha would beg Carl to finger her to an orgasm. Carl's fingers would find the gusset of her panties and prise it aside. Her exposed pussy lips would feel cool from the contact with air and their wetness. Immediately Carl's fingers would find their way inside and the intrusion would make Marsha gasp aloud. Soon he would be finger fucking her and she would be slowly losing control of her senses. Her arousal would take over and she would want sexual fulfilment more than anything. 'You want to be fucked, don't you?' Carl would demand. The others around could now not help but see what was going on only a few meters away. 'Yes, fuck me!' At this Carl would pick her up and push her back across the table. The drinks would be knocked to the floor and smash and splash all around. Carl would tear off her panties exposing her willing cunt and would immediately expose his iron stiff cock and start to fuck her. He would drive into her energetically and Marsha would be lost to the feelings of his powerful manhood filling her. On and on he would drive, and Marsha would cry out, oblivious to the fact that she had now become the star of a pornographic floorshow at this elegant party. Almost without warning Carl would withdraw from her pussy and his cock would be replaced by a second, just as hard and just as long. The new man would be Carl's friend, she wouldn't know his name but that wouldn't matter, his cock and spunk were all she wanted. Carl would move to her head and offer his cock for her to suck. Almost at once another cock would appear on her other side. Now she had three cocks at her disposal. 'Would you like another drink or something to eat?' a male voice would ask. 'What? How can you ask me that now? No just fuck me,' Marsha thinks to herself. She is confused at the strangeness of this request and then suddenly her reverie is shattered. The voice is that of the waiter at the café. Marsha snaps out of her dream and looks up into his smiling face. It takes her a moment to collect her thoughts and she manages to say no and to offer payment for the coffee she has had. Leaving the café she feels a little wobbly on her feet and she can't help thinking that the other people notice her unsteady gait and that they know too that it is caused by extreme arousal. But somehow Marsha makes it back to the hotel and to her room. It's almost five thirty and she decides to take a long, leisurely bath and then to prepare for dinner and her evening at the party. Lying in the hot water Marsha is aware that her pussy is very sensitive. She strokes her lips with her fingers and enjoys the little tremors of pleasure this creates. It is very tempting to play with herself properly, and to enjoy an orgasm, but she decides not to do this. She wants to savour the naughty feelings of arousal and to know that she will be feeling turned-on when she is talking to complete strangers tonight at the party. Marsha loves the idea that she will be feeling aroused, even though she will be unable to do anything about it. To reinforce this feeling, Marsha decides to dress in her favourite, sexy lavender coloured lingerie, with ultra-sheer, moka coloured stockings. She scans her reflection in the mirror and nods approvingly. She really does look amazingly sexy and Marsha thinks that it is a shame that nobody but her will get to enjoy this sight. She finishes dressing with a fitted liberty patterned dress and camel coloured heels. She twirls in front of the mirror for full effect. She is gorgeous, and the glow in her pussy makes her feel as radiant as she looks. After a light dinner Marsha makes her way up to the penthouse suite. It only takes a few moments to find the door to the correct room and she knocks. The door is opened by a tall, heavyset man. He is handsome in a rugged kind of way, with short cropped hair, and Marsha smiles at him. 'You must be Carl's guest,' he says in a gruff but friendly tone. 'Yes,' Marsha responds girlishly. 'Come in please,' he announces, stepping aside. 'Carl, your extra guest is here,' he calls across the room. Carl turns from the group of people he is with and crosses to Marsha. 'Good to see you,' he greets her, 'I see you've met Stefan. Don't mind him, he's our big friendly bear.' Carl laughs at his own joke and Stefan rejoins, 'And don't mind our Carl, he thinks he is the funny man.' They both laugh now and Marsha can't resist joining in with these two affable rogues. The party is a typical professional gathering and Carl leads Marsha around and introduces her to each little group in turn. Most are dentists and some are suppliers or distributors. Most are trying to show how important they are. But Marsha is impressed with only Carl, who seems easy and relaxed with everyone. Although this is obviously an important part of his job he is not pushy or insincere with people. Everyone seems to like him. Especially the women, Marsha notices how they smile and laugh at his jokes and flirt with him. Amongst the crowd Carl introduces three other men who work with him and seem to be his friends. One is a bald, army looking guy with a powerful build. Another has blond curly hair and strong features, like a footballer. The third is shorter and slim, but roguishly handsome with dark hair and piercing, blue eyes. Marsha can't help but think that this group looks like a bunch of Casanova types. They are all handsome and dressed in sharp, fashionable suits, with well-groomed hair and clean, strong doctors' hands. She has often thought that is a funny expression but it sums up neatly the look of clean, manicured, strong hands that convey trust and confidence. Marsha thinks that these men appear confident and at ease, especially around the beautiful women at the party. She finds herself in conversation with first one then another as she floats around the room enjoying the champagne, the music and the chat. This group of men are definitely the best of the crowd in the room. Marsha is already deciding that they will each have starring roles in her masturbation fantasy tonight when she is alone in bed. Suddenly Carl is at her elbow, 'Come with me,' he urges her to follow. Obediently she follows as he leads her across the room and through an airlock style of double doors. They are in a very plush lounge with expensive furnishings. 'Wonderful, isn't it?' Carl suggests, 'But the best part is through here.' They cross the room and pass through another set of double doors into a bedroom. But this is no ordinary bedroom. It's enormous. There are more expensive furnishings, including sofas and armchairs and cabinets. But in the centre of the far wall there is an absolutely huge bed. It is about three metres square. Marsha scans the room and her gaze finally lands on Carl's face. He his beaming at her. 'Truly incredible, no?' he announces. 'Truly incredible indeed,' Marsha agrees. 'Try it!' Carl suggests. Marsha hands her drink to Carl and breaks into a run to the gigantic bed and leaps up, landing in the middle of it and rolling onto her back laughing. She feels girlish and silly. Maybe it's the champagne, or the feeling of sneaking into a forbidden room, but whatever it is, Marsha feels carefree and mischievous. Carl is now standing over the bed looking down at her. 'You're gorgeous,' he compliments her. Marsha just smiles up at him. 'I can't resist you,' he continues. Then, setting the drinks aside he bends down and kisses her lightly on the forehead. When she doesn't object to this he lands little kisses all around her face. When their lips touch Marsha kisses back and Carl kisses her full on the mouth. Their lips part and their tongues slide across each other's in a warm and passionate French kiss. Marsha loves being kissed by this beautiful man and she responds to him by clasping the back of his head and holding his mouth on hers. She is aware that this is taking a risk, but she is confident that she can stop at any time and simply return to the party. The thought that people are nearby is comforting, but at the same time it heightens the feelings of girlish mischief. Marsha submits to his kiss and squirms under him, relishing the feelings of arousal welling up within her. As they part Carl notices that her dress has ridden up and is exposing quite a lot of her sexy legs. Marsha follows his gaze and scolds him with, 'You shouldn't be looking at me like that, you're not much of a gentleman.' But instead of covering up she playfully reaches down and takes hold of the hem of her dress and pulls it up a little more, revealing the tops of her stockings and the bare skin of her thighs. 'How can I be a gentleman when you're such a bad girl,' Carl pretends to chastise her. 'You make me bad.' 'Me? And how do I do that?' 'You're very sexy and you make me go too far.' 'Oh and what is too far? Is this too far,' with this he places his hand on her exposed leg, just above the knee. Marsha feels the heat of his hand on her leg and whispers, 'No, that's not too far.' Carl leans forward to kiss Marsha once more. He kisses her mouth and then kisses her neck. 'Have I gone too far now?' he whispers into her ear. 'Not yet,' Marsha answers breathlessly, 'That's nice.' 'So do I deserve to see more?' 'I suppose so. But you must promise not to touch me. And you have to sit over there,' Marsha points to an armchair. Carl quickly moves the armchair round to face the bed, 'Is this OK?' he asks sitting. 'Hmmm hmmm,' Marsha responds sexily. She rises to her knees and starts to do a slow swaying movement. As she does this, she draws her dress up past her crotch and slowly up past her waist. Revealing her panties and suspenders. 'Do you like what you see?' she asks. 'Very much. You are very sexy, the most beautiful woman at the Convention.' 'Really. Well for that I will give you a special treat.' Marsha now reaches back to undo her dress and squirms out of it. Pulling it off over her head she kneels on the bed in only her alluring lingerie. Carl lets out a long sigh of approval. She really does look fabulous and he can feel his cock hardening in his trousers. His heart is pounding and he dares to hope that tonight he might even get to make love to this delicious woman. Casually his right hand moves to his lap and he unselfconsciously squeezes his solid manhood. Marsha is now moving around on the bed to give Carl a series of different views of her divine body in her pretty underwear. She notices that Carl is touching himself through his trousers and she feels a sudden bolt of electricity in her pussy. The thought occurs to her that maybe he will masturbate while watching her. Marsha has never watched a man play with himself, and the idea that she can excite Carl to do this in front of her, just by putting on a raunchy show for him, makes her feel powerful and sexy. 'Am I making you excited?' she can't resist asking. 'Very much. In fact you've made me very hard.' 'Let me see!' Marsha almost snaps. The sexual urge within her is growing by the second and now she desperately wants to see his hard cock. To know how she is affecting him. This is a new dimension to her flirtation fantasies. Marsha has never before imagined that she could take her flirting this far. That she could take a man to the height of sexual desire and then allow him to masturbate for her while she kept control and kept her distance. Carl slowly unzips his trousers and slides them down and off. From the bed Marsha can see his boxer shorts tenting up with the hard cock inside. Carl then slides his shorts down to is thighs and Marsha gasps when she sees his cock spring out. It is very long and magnificently straight. It is also perfectly shaped and proportioned. She can't help thinking that it's the most perfect specimen she has ever seen. 'Stroke yourself!' she instructs him. She is now adapting to the role of mistress very well and she is even beginning to wonder if she can make this beautiful man cum for her. Carl submissively clasps his hand around his long cock and starts to stroke rhythmically up and down. Marsha is staring at this erotic sight with dreamy, half-closed eyes. She is kneeling on the bed facing Carl. She has now forgotten all about giving him a show. She doesn't want to move or turn away in case she misses even one second of this incredible exhibition. 'Why don't you join me?' Carl's voice penetrates her dream-like state. 'Join you?' she is genuinely confused. 'Yes. You could play with yourself too,' Carl encourages. Marsha hadn't thought of this but now she wonders if maybe she could dare to play this dangerous game. Could she take her teasing to that next level? Could she expose herself in that way and to do that most private thing in front of this man? Almost without realising she finds herself instructing Carl to undress completely but to stay in the chair. As he removes his remaining clothes Marsha admires his toned and muscular body. His chest is smooth and perfectly sculpted, his stomach flat with just a hint of a six-pack. When he is completely naked he sits back down and resumes his stroking, 'It's your turn,' Carl reminds her. Marsha lies on her side facing Carl. Her right hand strokes her thighs and traces across the front of her panties. Pausing at the waistband for just a second. Marsha makes eye contact with Carl as her hand delves past the top of her panties and down to find her hot, slippery pussy. She gasps involuntarily as her fingers press on her clit and then slide between her soft labia. Carl's pace quickens on his cock at the sight of Marsha fingering herself. For a few minutes they each play with themselves while intently watching the other. Carl's cock seems to have grown longer and its head is now shining with silvery pre-cum leaking from its tip. Marsha is amazed at how relaxed she feels. Even though she is masturbating in front of this man she has known for barely 24 hours, she is not at all embarrassed. She even brazenly spreads her legs a little wider to allow her hand to work unimpeded. All the while she is staring either at Carl's cock or into his eyes. Dentist Gets A Filling Ch. 02 'I really want to make love to you,' Carl announces. 'We can't,' Marsha responds, breathless from her heightened arousal. 'Will you at least allow me to lie next to you. I won't do anything you don't want, I promise.' Marsha likes the idea of having this beautiful and erect man beside her, close enough to feel the heat of his body, but totally in her control. She agrees and Carl is immediately at her side on the bed. His athletic body reclined beside hers. His hand still stroking his maginifient cock as she fingers her electrified pussy. They continue to masturbate and as they make eye contact it seems natural to kiss, after all they are so close, and Marsha knows that she can still leave at any time if things go too far. The kiss is soft and sensual and brings them closer together so that now their legs are touching and Marsha can even feel the tip of Carl's cock touching her arm and belly. She is now lying back with Carl over her kissing and stroking himself as she plays with her pussy, driving on towards her orgasm. Unexpectedly Carl takes her free hand and moves it onto his hard cock. Marsha reacts making complaining little moans but Carl is quick to try to reassure her. 'Please, I just need to feel your hand on me. I'm very close and I just need you to help me cum.' Marsha knows that when he cums he will be happy just to watch her and so she agrees to stroke him. But on gripping his iron-hard shaft she feels a surge of lust well-up from her pussy. Her fingers delve deeper and faster and she matches that rhythm on his cock. His hand is now on her thigh and moving up towards her crotch. His fingers clash with hers across the barrier of the now sodden material of her panties. His fingers move either side of hers so that they are forming a guide to their movement. The extra pressure on her hand is effective in sending surges of orgasmic pleasure through her centre. Marsha is on the brink of relenting to him and guiding his cock into her body but she convinces herself that it will be finished soon and she can still stop at any point. Carl is now kissing her neck and shoulders and this is sending little blissful shivers across her skin. She can feel his hard cock in her small fist and she is working up and down its length seeking the fountain of spunk that will signal her total control of this powerful man. He is only acting according to her will. She can choose to give him pleasure or to stop anytime. In this way Marsha convinces herself that this is still just harmless flirtation, after all she'd be masturbating anyway. Carl is once more begging her to help him to cum. He falls to his back and pulls her over him so that her legs are now astride his reclined body. His cock is pressing against the gusset of her panties and she can feel its hardness against the back of her hand. Marsha then has the idea that she will tease him by rubbing her panty-covered pussy against his cock. Removing her hand she presses down onto his rigid cock. She starts to rub back and forth pleasuring herself and him simultaneously. 'Oh yes you're so wonderful,' Carl encourages her, 'I'm so close now.' Marsha is almost lost now in a world of pleasure and desire. Carl's cock is just a millimetre or two from her hot and slippery pussy, separated by only the flimsy material of her panties. But in her mind she is still keeping faith with her husband. 'It's not like we're having sex,' she thinks to herself. 'I could stop any time.' Carl's hands are smoothing down her sides and clasp the sidebands of her panties. He twists the material in his hands, pulling it up and tight into her crotch. The tension pulls the gusset into a narrow string, which goes between her labia, causing them to bulge around the material. Her pussy lips are now in contact with his cock and she can feel its heat against her flesh. However, she now wants to be even closer and she pulls the gusset aside completely to allow her pussy to slide along his cock without any barrier. Her lips fold around his hardness and the tip of his cock nudges her clit on every stroke. She can now almost imagine what it would be like to allow his perfect cock to slip into her pussy. All it would take would be to lean forward a little when she reaches the tip of his cock and it would spring up from his belly and point straight at her pussy. Then, as she moved backwards again it would press between her lips and enter her. Marsha knows she could do this any time she wanted. Afterall, she is in complete control of this situation. As if to prove the point to herself, Marsha leans forward just enough to allow Carl's cock to lift away from his belly. Its tip is now nudging her pussy lips and she thinks, 'It's my decision,' and pushes back and down sucking Carl's arrow straight cock deep into her pussy. They both groan in pleasure and lock eyes. No words are spoken as Marsha now quickens her rhythm eager to reach a climax and feel Carl's dick explode inside her. Faster and faster she fucks him relishing the solid feeling between her legs. His cock is thick and unyielding and it is pile-driving her towards orgasm. Being filled is so much more satisfying than fingers. Marsha is glad she didn't masturbate in the bath earlier as this is going to be much better. Much better, and when it's over she can just go back to her room and sleep. Her husband need never know. Besides this is just innocent fun, giving each other much needed pleasure and relief, not in any way wicked. Marsha can feel her body glowing. She is hot and she knows her climax is very close. She is now almost frantic with lust. She just needs to have this one big orgasm and then depart. The familiar feelings are welling up inside her, when suddenly... 'So this is where you two got to,' Stefan's voice crashes in on Marsha. Looking up to her left she sees him standing over them. Watching them having sex. Her mind is a whirl. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were just having some fun. Now someone knows. And besides, Marsha shouts inside her mind, 'I was so close to coming.' 'You were?' well please continue, don't mind me. Marsha is surprised when Stefan responds but then realises that she'd spoken aloud and not just thought the last remark. She is a little embarrassed but can still feel Carl's wonderful cock inside her. Almost instinctively she starts to ride it again, slowly moving back and forth. Stefan and Carl are talking about her. They are saying how sexy she looks and Carl is saying how great her pussy feels around his cock. 'She has a pretty mouth too,' Stefan adds, 'Maybe she'd like to give me a little blow job.' 'Try asking her nicely,' Carl suggests. At this Marsha notices that Stefan has stripped out of his clothes and is now naked beside her on the bed. He is holding his cock, which is very thick, with a large round head. Not as pretty as Carl's but very powerful looking. He is pointing it towards her face and his hand is on her head. 'How about a little suck, pretty lady?' Marsha can't resist the gentle pressure on her head as Stefan pulls her mouth towards his cock. She feels it bump against her lips and, with barely any resistance, she opens her mouth to receive this stranger's dick. Now, for the first time in her life, Marsha has a cock in her cunt and another in her mouth at the same time. She can taste the muskiness of Stefan's bulbous cock head as it fills her mouth. At the same time, she can feel the deep, penetrating stiffness of Carl's erection as it thrusts inside her. Her eyes are closed and she is once more riding Carl's prick with a frantic pace. She is searching for her orgasm just as she was before Stefan arrived. It's close again now. The erotic sensations of being filled at both ends are accelerating her towards her climax. These are good men. They will help her get relief then, no doubt they will escort her back to her room. Encouraged by this thought, Marsha feels her insides swelling with blissful energy and she succumbs to her orgasm. Stefan's cock pops from her mouth as she groans aloud in ecstasy. She kisses Carl and rides him hard until the contractions of her womb make the pleasure unbearable, and she has to stop and bury her head in his neck, writhing and moaning through the final waves of her climax. When it eventually subsides she rolls off his body and lies next to him satisfied. A little rest and then she will go, Marsha thinks to herself. Marsha then feels her legs being lifted and parted again. Opening her eyes she sees Stefan looking down at her from between her raised feet. He is positioning his large cock against her pussy and just as she goes to protest he slides into her. So soon after her climax, this invasion triggers another small orgasm and her moans of pleasure encourage Stefan to immediately start fucking her with a vigorous energy. Carl is now at her head and he is stroking his long cock. He holds it upright and exposes his smooth hairless balls to her mouth and demands that she lick them. Marsha has never done this before but sets about the task with relish. She really loves Carl and she wants to please him. Her tongue laps at his balls and she sucks first one then the other into her mouth. He indicates his pleasure at this and she starts to lick and suck with great enthusiasm. All the while he is wanking his hard shaft gradually faster and faster. His orgasm is approaching quickly and, almost without warning, he pulls her head back and directs his cock at her gapping mouth. The first jet of spunk lands on Marsha's forehead. Immediately Carl corrects his aim and the next spurt goes straight into her mouth. Marsha is very excited by this. The taste of his hot spunk on her tongue breaks down the last vestiges of her resistance and she becomes inflamed with wanton desire. Grasping Carl's cock she wanks it hard, milking every last drop of his creamy and delicious juice into her willing mouth. At the same time her legs wrap around Stefan and lock at the small of his back. She pulls him to her with all the force she can muster through her petite and sexy legs, willing him to fuck her harder. Marsha is now a woman possessed of two simple aims, to achieve as many orgasms as she can and to win as much spunk as she can. 'I think our little lady is starting to have some fun,' Stefan comments to Carl. 'You know, ooh, I think, ooh, you're right,' Carl manages to say between the spasms of orgasmic pleasure induced by Marsha's furious attention to his cock. 'You know, I think maybe she'd like it if our friends joined in too. Well little lady, would you like some more men here to have fun with you?' Stefan taunts as he continues to pound Marsha's pussy. 'Nnnng.. fuhh.. don't care.... jusss fuck me,' Marsha is barely aware of what she is saying, right now she simply wants more pleasure. Carl extricates himself from Marsha's grasp and moves off to the side, leaving Marsha and Stefan alone on the bed. Stefan withdraws his cock from Marsha's pussy to her moans and cries of protest. 'Don't worry, my little lady, I'm just going to make you more comfortable.' With this he pulls her now soaking panties off and up along her legs. They get tangled in her shoes so he removes the shoes as well and deposits them by the bed. His powerful hands take hold of her waist and he rotates her small frame so that she is now lying on her stomach. Finally he lifts her hips slightly to position Marsha resting on her knees with her bum in the air. Marsha is now face down on the bed in her favourite doggie position. Stefan moves in to prod her slippery opening with his huge, bulbous cock. As he eases back into her Marsha hisses at him to 'Fuck me hard.' 'You really want me to?' 'Yes, do it fucking hard.' Marsha is amazed at her own depravity but she doesn't care what he thinks. Nothing matters at this moment apart from her sexual fulfilment. Stefan obeys and slides his thick cock deep into her. Marsha moans aloud in pleasure and then whimpers as he starts to hammer into her squelching cunt. As he steam-hammers her body he compliments her on how gorgeously sexy her ass looks. He even wets his finger in her pussy and smears her juices around her anal opening. 'I bet you like it in here,' he teases, 'I bet you like to have your ass filled with a big dick.' As he teases her ass he pokes the tips of his fingers into her opening. Not enough to actually invade her anus, but enough to send tiny ripples of pleasure from her ass up through her entire body. The bed is bouncing so much from Stefan's energetic fucking that Marsha doesn't notice when it dips and rocks from the weight of other bodies clambering on beside the copulating couple. She feels hands touching her body and fingers unsnapping her bra strap. She is then raised up at the shoulders and her bra falls away exposing her beautiful tits with their thick nipples erect. Her eyes open and she is now conscious of naked bodies all around her. Men with hard muscular bodies and powerfully erect cocks, poking out towards her. Her head is guided onto one of these cocks and it is pushed into her mouth, right to the back of her throat. For an instant she almost gags on it, but just in time it is partly withdrawn and then plunged back again. But by now Marsha has taken hold of its base and so she can control the depth to which it intrudes into her throat. Her tongue presses to the underside of the cock in her mouth and her lips make a seal around it. Now she is sucking this new cock for all she is worth, desperate to receive the prize of its seed. Within moments her head is turned towards another cock and the process repeats until she is able to administer another superb blowjob. The hands on her head work her back and forth so that she doesn't really have control of the pace and the cock is effectively fucking her mouth. Marsha's free hand is now moved onto a third cock so that she has one in each hand and one in her mouth. If it weren't for the hands supporting her shoulders she would collapse onto the bed. Shortly her head is moved to the new cock in her hand. She knew by the feel of this one that it is fatter, but she wasn't prepared for how thick it is and it fills her mouth, pushing her jaws wide open. In surprise, Marsha looks up to see the face of the owner of this baseball bat of a cock. The smiling face of the bald one of the three colleagues greets her, his strong muscular body is thickset and powerful, a perfect match for his mammoth cock. Suddenly Stefan slows his pace and grinds his pubic bone hard against Marsha's pussy. He grunts and Marsha can feel his cock exploding deep inside her, delivering its cargo of thick, gooey spunk to her waiting womb. Although the feeling of him ejaculating inside her is quite thrilling, Marsha can't help feeling that she would rather have tasted his load and had it run over her skin so she could massage it in. Never mind, though, she thinks, 'I have three others to enjoy. As Stefan moves away, Marsha sits up on her knees. Now she can take in the entire scene. Of the three cocks in front of her two belong to just two of Carl's friends from earlier. The third belongs to a new guy whom she didn't meet earlier. He is not quite as handsome as the others, but he is the proud owner of a rather magnificent cock, which is now in her hand. Hearing voices behind her she looks round to see Stefan, Carl and the missing friend. All three are naked and the new arrival is moving to the bed. Marsha looks past him at Carl who smiles back at her. She sees he is stroking his once more erect cock. Marsha is very glad of this, as she definitely wants to have more sex with him. But for now she is going to have sex with the four men now surrounding her on the bed. She can feel Stefan's spunk running from her oozing pussy. She can't resist dipping one hand between her legs to catch some of the precious fluid and transferring it to her mouth. The taste is divine and reinforces her extreme arousal. She wants more cock and spunk. The new arrival is now behind her. He pushes her over onto her side and raises one leg high in the air, exposing her crotch and pussy. Almost without hesitation he slots his cock into her spunky cunt and starts to fuck her. Despite the lubrication, the feelings are intense and soon have her reeling from the pleasure. At the same time, the three cocks around her head are pushed into her face and she is made to suck them one at a time, quickly alternating between each one. Hands are stroking and squeezing her boobs and there are fingers on her clit, rapidly frigging her and adding to the sexual charge within her. Marsha is revelling in the concentrated joy of living out her dirtiest fantasy. She resolves not to waste this opportunity to be gang banged by six men, and to receive their sticky spunk. This thought, combined with the relentless fucking of her pussy, has been driving her hands and mouth faster and more frantically on the cocks at her head. Soon her efforts are rewarded when the new guy in the bunch announces that he is going to cum while Marsha is wanking him. He tries to pull back and to control his urge, but Marsha wants his juice and she quickly switches her mouth to his cock and sucks it hard between her lips. He stands no chance of keeping control and he starts to thrust his cock deeper into her throat as the first spurts of cum shoot from his tip. Marsha feels his cum filling her mouth but she doesn't want to relinquish his cock. Spurt after spurt adds each new deposit to the quantity already in her mouth. She swallows some and the rest dribbles from her lips and runs down the side of her face. The taste is sublime and the sheer nastiness of swallowing this stranger's cum sets off an orgasm in Marsha's womb. She cries out and bucks her hips in response, causing her lover to have to hold on to stay inside her. As she writhes and wriggles however, she manages to dislodge him and his cock pops free and slides into her clit. This only acts to re-charge her orgasm and makes her groan and double up in pleasure. Her lover is frustrated in his attempts to re-enter her pussy and so he playfully slaps her ass to admonish her and make her stay still. This triggers some deep animal instinct within Marsha and she cries out and snarls at him, 'Yess, funking slap me again, you bastard!' All the guys are really shocked at this behaviour but they join in and hold Marsha down for her lover to re-enter her. She is on her side, so when he is back in her pussy he can still slap her ass, which is on show. He rides her hard, fucking and slapping alternately. Marsha is now in an almost constant state of orgasm. The highs are just rolling into each other, caused by the deep penetration and the stinging slaps. After a few moments of this, her lover says he is going to cum and Marsha blurts out, 'Not inside me...' It's immediately clear what she wants, and the guy pulls out and shuffles round to her head just in time to let off his first jet of spunk, right onto her neck. The next hits her chin and the subsequent missiles land on her mouth and then neck again until he is spent. Marsha loves this new load of slippery juice and she smoothes it into her skin and scoops some into her mouth. She is still enjoying this when she feels another cock sliding into her pussy. The rolling sensations of orgasm have not subsided and this immediately sends another shock wave through her body. Now the only remaining cock at her face is the baseball bat belonging to the bald, 'army' man. Marsha sets about giving this monster cock the blowjob it deserves. She licks its solid head and once more engulfs its massive girth between her lips. She gamely sets out to do it justice but can't hope to deep-throat the monster. The cock in her pussy is already hammering in and out. But he can't last long after the attention he had already received from Marsha's mouth and hands just minutes earlier. But now she is so engrossed with the huge cock in her mouth that she is caught by surprise when he slams into her with the finality of a man on the brink and empties his balls deep inside her now well-used cunt. Marsha can feel the explosions deep within her and welcomes the hot gushing feel of the ejaculated spunk, and embraces the accompanying climax she receives as a result. Dentist Gets A Filling Ch. 02 When the climax passes she is still holding the monster cock in her hand and mouth. She looks up and meets the eyes of the bald man and he pulls her up his reclined body to him. As they kiss he positions her over his upright cock and lowers her onto it. Despite all the lubrication in her cunt she struggles to accommodate this tree trunk. Slowly, ever so slowly, she eases it into herself. The sensation of being so completely filled is unlike anything she has experienced before. This big dick is stretching her little pussy to its limit and triggering new orgasmic spasms with every centimetre. With each bit of progress she has to pull back up a little, then start down again. She is gasping and panting from the effort and eventually can take no more. All then she can manage is to bounce up and down a little, but that is more than enough to send powerful bolts of intense pleasure up through her body. Marsha is just settling into a rhythm that will carry her to a renewed orgasmic height when she is aware of Carl by her side. He offers his fully erect cock to her mouth and she eagerly receives it and starts to suck him. As she does this she can hear him offer approving comments. His hand is on her back and moving down to fondle her bum. As she sucks him, his fingers find her anus and start to probe into it. Part of her wants him to stop, but part of her wants this final intrusion. Without a word Carl withdraws from her mouth and moves behind her to stand over her. She feels his perfect cock, wet from her mouth, nudging her ass. Just as she is thinking that it is impossible for him to enter her ass while the monster cock is in her cunt, she feels Carl press down onto her. His cock head starts to slide into her anus and the sensation is almost unbearable. It's like a painful tearing, but suffused with a delightful pleasure. She groans in ecstasy as the head of his cock passes into her and encounters the inner ring of her anus. Its progress is temporarily halted until Marsha recalls some far off instinctual response to bear down. When she does this Carl's cock continues its journey into her most private part. The two cocks are now buried deep inside her. The two men work together to alternate their slow and penetrating thrusts. Marsha is in raptures of orgasmic bliss. She has ever before felt such utter fulfilment, or been so totally used. The sheer, unspeakable depravity of her situation is creating a kaleidoscope of delight. Marsha feels her body flush with heat and she knows that she is on the way to a positively seismic orgasm. She starts to ride the cocks in her cunt and ass and to gasp and pant instructions to her lovers. 'Oh yes, fuck me!' she groans, 'Fuck me, fuck my ass and pussy. Oh, fuck, your cocks are so hard and big and deep inside me. I fucking love it. Fucking bastards, do it to me. Fucking do it.' Carl and the bald man quicken their pace as best they can. They are struggling to control this frantic woman between them. But they too are determined to get their satisfaction. Suddently the bald man cries out that he is going to cum. With an incredible effort Marsha lifts herself off his cock and collapses onto his stomach with her face just centimetres from his twitching cock. Her hand clasps its enormous girth and directs it at her mouth just as the first big blobs of cum shoot from its tip and coat her nose and lips. The blobs continue to land on her face and the scent and taste of the spunk sends her into an orgasmic stupor. Carl is now furiously fucking her ass and Marsha can feel her insides erupting with a final earthquake sized orgasm. With both hands gripping the still ejaculating cock of the bald man, Marsha screams in sheer lust and raw animal gratification as her body contracts in wave after wave of sexual climax. In the midst of all this Carl reaches his climax and slams deep into her ass one final time. His cock explodes delivering its sticky load deep inside her ass. This final assault sends Marsha over the edge and into a trembling, trance-like fit of orgasmic convulsions. Slowly the guys withdraw and leave Marsha on the big bed still twitching and moaning with continued pleasure. After a while Carl returns alone with a warm wet towel and a larger dry one. He gently removes Marsha's suspender belt and stockings and then proceeds to wash her face and body to remove the sticky remnants of the sweat and spunk coating her skin. When she is clean he dries her limp body with the large soft towel and then rolls her under the deep, yielding covers of the big bed. He puts out the lights and slides in beside her, their naked bodies folding together in an intimate embrace. His cock is hard again from the stimulation of cleaning and undressing this gorgeous woman, but she is too spent to take any more and he contents himself with drifting off to sleep with her in his arms. In the early morning Marsha awakes and looks around the room with the early morning light streaming in. She admires the reclining form of the beautiful man next to her as she slides from the bed. She goes to the toilet and has a drink of water to freshen her mouth. Looking across the room she sees that the still sleeping Carl is sporting a magnificent morning erection. Taking an ice cube from the minibar, she makes her way back to the bed. She kisses her way down his body and then pops the ice in her mouth just before she takes his cock between her lips. The cold makes him start awake and he jumps a little, but when he sees Marsha looking up at him with his cock in her mouth he just smiles and relaxes again. The heat of his cock and the cold of her mouth combine to cause intense pleasure, and Carl has to summon all his control not to cum. Instead he reaches down and lifts his sexy lover up to stride his cock and lowers her onto it. For the next several minutes they make love, slowly and passionately, like true lovers. Marsha enjoys a satisfying orgasm and when Carl's orgasm approaches she hold him deep inside her and relishes the feeling of his wonderful cock ejaculating into her womb. They both then fall asleep in each other's arms. An hour or so later they rise and shower together. They order breakfast and eat it in the fluffy robes provided by the hotel. Over the table, drenched in morning sun, Carl tells her how beautiful she looks, and how sexy she is. 'I want to see more of you,' he announces. 'Well I thought you'd just about seen all of me,' Marsha giggles. 'I suppose I have, but it's not enough. Tell me, are you busy tonight?' Marsha can't help but laugh at this and then Carl laughs too.