1 comments/ 16391 views/ 4 favorites Tucker Fuller's Borderline Hotel By: bluefox07 (Formerly "One Night at the Borderline Hotel") EDITED BY: Miriam Belle Author's Note: "The story was originally titled "One Night at the Borderline Hotel," but since it is a Tucker Fuller story I'm reposting it as such. It's not to be taken seriously, just as a piece of escapist eroticism..." *** (This story is inspired by true events, though no names have been changed because no one was innocent...) My name is Tucker Fuller. It's an improbable name given to me by my parents, whose affinity for the awkward christening of a lifelong title knew not the boundaries of common sense. I'm going on 25 now, still not married and have no plans to in the future. I'd like to tell you that I'm a strikingly good-looking man with smoldering eyes and Clark Kent-ish sex appeal. I could tell you that my body is muscled to a tantalizing perfection and that my cock is a trouser snake any woman's mongoose would love to tangle with. But that would be a lie. I'm a tall guy. I stand about six-foot-even and I'm built so that my overall body fat is dispersed enough to make me look deceptively muscular. Small rolls of chub have staked a claim along my waistline and remind me everyday that the metabolism I enjoyed as young man has gone the way of the dinosaur. In my favor though, my body is sparsely covered with golden blonde hair on my arms, pits and in a well trimmed hedge around the base my cock. Speaking of which, my cock falls in the average range of eight inches. I do wear glasses. And now that I think about it, perhaps that is the only way I can compare myself to Clark Kent. We both wear dorky glasses. It's not a fashion statement, but more a financial decision. My eyes are an icy blue and my hair is straight and blonde. Unfortunately, my hair is also receding and jumping ship faster that the first class passengers on the Titanic. I dress nicely (I think I do anyway) and I work in a bank, FUCKU (Financial Union Credit and Kansas United), Basshole Branch. Believe it or not, I live in a town called Basshole, Kansas. You think the guy who founded this little burg was a comedian or just a guy who hated it so much he decided to curse it for life? No one really knows for sure. Working for FUCKU, Basshole has been the highlight to my career as a teller. I realize that being a bank teller may not be the most glorious job on the planet, and I have certainly had days where I spent more time on my computer trying to find ways around the company firewalls to download porn. Still, the job pays well and keeps food on my table and a healthy supply of Budweiser in my fridge. The end of my first month working for FUCKU, Basshole I got invited to a seminar in the neighboring city of Theass. I was surprised that Mr. Jennings, the president of the bank, had hand picked me to join the three other representatives of the bank to attend. I didn't even think the old fart had noticed me, let alone knew my name. Nevertheless, he pulled me aside one day as I counted my drawer and told me the good news. "Tucker," Jennings smiled and pulled me aside, "A word?" "Sir?" I frowned and joined him. "Son, we have a very important seminar coming up this weekend in Theass." "Theass?" I repeated, "Never heard of it." "That doesn't matter boy," Jennings smiled, his white mustache and spectacles apprproately lending his appearance to the Monopoly guy. Some how, it seemed to fit him, being a banker and all. He said, "I want you there with our team." "Me?" "Yes you," Jennings tapped my shoulder, "A fresh face on the FUCKU team of associates." "Sir, I'm honored," I smiled. I couldn't believe it, but I also knew I couldn't afford more than a free trip. I hesitated, "But I don't really have the money to go." "All expenses paid, Tucker," he waved his hand dismissively, "I want you to show FUCKU in Theass the way it is meant to be shown. I have every confident in you." I was flattered. I pushed my thick glasses up my nose and shook his hand, "Well okay. Sounds great." Jennings smiled broadly. "Excellent. Be ready on Friday afternoon for the company car." "Yes sir," I nodded, and then asked, "Uh, sir? Who is going with me?" "Carla Moore, Denise Childs and Mariah Bloom." "Oh," I said. I was going to be the only guy going? Jennings must have read my face because he cocked a brow and asked me quietly, "Is that okay?" "Yeah," I shrugged, "I just didn't think I'd be the only guy going." Jennings laughed conspiratorially and nudged my shoulder with his fist, "They don't bite, Tucker." I laughed, "Of course sir." "Not hard anyway," he said thoughtfully and then winked. I smiled and watched him leave, pondering the weekend ahead and the decidedly feminine nature of my travel mates. Carla Moore was probably the one out of the bunch I knew best. She was a talkative and infectiously happy woman who had just turned 35 last month. She was recently divorced from some guy named "Big Tony" (his name does seem to imply mob ties, but I can't prove anything... apparently neither could the police) a few years back and moved to Basshole shortly thereafter. She's actually very attractive with bobbed brown hair and a full, voluptuous body. I suppose one might even call her a little thick, kinda like this porn star I saw one time named Audra Miller. She always dressed in dark colored business attire, jackets and skirts with a brilliant white blouse that exuded her authority and yet hugged her curves so dangerously I think that half the bank's checking accounts were opened solely for the pleasure of Carla's company. I can't point any fingers. Before I applied to work for FUCKU, I opened an account with Carla just to get a good look at her cleavage. Her breasts are the subject of a great many quiet discussions amongst us guys here at the branch. We've all tried to hazard a guess at her actual measurements, and few have even claimed they know. Sadly, as with the ominous origins of the name of our town, no one knows for sure. Carla is a sexual mystery wrapped in an erotic conundrum. And, she makes a wicked cup of Irish Cream coffee. My second companion was to be Denise Childs. She, like Carla, was also a knockout but unlike Carla could not make a decent cup of coffee to save her life. I made the mistake of trying her brew one morning and damn near felt my throat seize up as coffee grounds coated my esophagus. She means well, but my God. She always dresses conservatively and promotes the image of a very stern schoolmistress. And if you're like me, there's something universally sexy about schoolmistresses and beyond that, women in power. Her glasses are always shined and clean, her blonde hair pulled into a bun and her skirts are always ended just below the knee. One time I joked she should carry a wooden yardstick around just to keep people in line. She gave me this funny look and then slapped my fingers with a wooden ruler she keeps behind her desk. She kind of scares me a little. Mariah "Bloomers" Bloom would be the office bicycle. It sounds harsh, I know but you have to understand that she literally has taken everyone in this bank for a ride, even some of the women from what I hear. Well, she's taken everyone for a ride except me. Her specific abstinence where I am concerned reminds me of my childhood a little bit. When I was twelve, Judy Parks got a brand new bike for Christmas one year, and that little shit let everyone but me take a ride on it. Such is Mariah Bloom. And now, like in the old days, the guys brag and even taunt me over it. Some days I dread the water cooler, because I know someone is going to have scored with Mariah the night before and once I've heard all the sordid details, said braggart will look to me and innocently ask, "So, why haven't you closed the deal with Bloomers?" or comment "Tucker just doesn't know how to negotiate a successful merger..." Mariah is a very stunning woman, slim, mocha-colored skin, athletic and very much in love with herself. She offers herself as a gift to her co-workers, a special thank-you for hard work and hard crotches. Armed with thick black curly hair, large green eyes and killer lips (that are only rivaled in terms of curve by her hips and ass) she is a force to be reckoned with. She's very aggressive and yet doesn't mind playing the submissive flirt. She's like a bi-polar sex addict. Come to think of it, she scares me a little too. *** The drive to Theass wasn't as long as I had imagined it being. The company car was actually much smaller that I imagined as well. All four of us somehow managed to fit inside the Ford Escort that Mr. Jennings had provided. Mariah drove, while Denise slept in the passenger side seat and I sat in the back with Carla. It was pretty hot the day we left Basshole and as the car had no air conditioning, we were sweating and relying on the breeze off the freeway to cool us down. To make maters worse, for me anyway, Carla was wearing a tight black dress that not only form fitted her body but also revealed more cleavage than I knew I could handle right now. "How hot is it today?" Carla asked as she rested her arm out the window, "Anyone know?" "I heard it's supposed to hit a hundred today," Mariah said. Carla whistled and pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. I sat in silence as we drove. I wasn't really sure what to say about anything, let alone proper conversation topics with three women you really only knew in a professional capacity. So from behind the shield of my sunglasses, I gawked at Carla's breasts. I found myself mesmerized by how they jiggled and bounced with each bump and groove in the road. I made sure my duffle bag was firmly over my crotch as my cock happily rose to attention in honor of such perfect breasts. We got into Theass around two that afternoon, and we checked into the Borderline Hotel. It was nice enough and seemed to be clean. The air had a distinct lemon scent to it and was carpeted in a pleasant green shade. But most importantly of all, it was air-conditioned. My clothes felt like they were glued to my body as we walked up to the front desk. I looked at my co-workers and noticed they hadn't broken a sweat at all. I wondered if woman actually had pores they could control or if there was just some secret anti-perspirant I didn't know about? "I'm very sorry," the thin, skeletal man behind the counter said, "We have only two rooms available." "Excuse me?" Mariah eyed him. I shrank back behind Carla and Denise. If Mariah was going to blow, I didn't want to get hit with shrapnel. "Two rooms, ma'am," the manager sniffled with only the slightest hint of irritation. "Do I look like a ma'am to you?" she asked. "Two rooms... miss," he sarcastically corrected and rolled his eyes. Mariah looked at us, her eyes wide and asking 'Can you believe this shit?' I shrugged. "We'll take our business elsewhere," Mariah said casually and made to leave, grabbing her bags and turning to walk to away. "Everyone else is booked solid for the next three days," the manager smiled wickedly. His small black eyes lit up with satisfaction as Mariah sighed and came back to the desk. "Really?" she leaned forward, bring her nose almost to the point of touch his hawkish beak. "Really." "Fine," Mariah whispered and flicked the end of his nose with her finger, "Get your bellboys to carry our luggage." "Or course," he snapped his fingers and looked around expectantly, and then turned to Mariah and smiled, "Oh that's right. We have no bellboys. I'm afraid you'll have to carry your own luggage. Or shall I can wave my magic wand to remedy the situation?" "Pull it out of your ass and be my guest," Mariah blew a kiss to him. He gave her the room keys and we were off to our accommodations. We walked past the dining room and the sitting area to the elevator. I knew that I needed a shower badly. I felt gross and knew that I probably smelled. And even if I didn't, it didn't matter because I had convinced myself that I did. We stepped inside and Denise pushed the button for the second floor. "So I have a dumb question," Denise spoke up, "Where's Tucker going to sleep?" I had been wondering about that myself and I waited for someone to speak up. "Well, I guess he'll have to bunk with one of us." No doubt, I thought dryly. "I don't have cooties," I smiled nervously, "I can behave." Carla shrugged. "He can room with me." "Sweet," Mariah said and then looked at me out of the corner of her eye as she spoke to Carla, "You need a good lay." Carla laughed and I nearly fell over. "Mariah," she slapped her friend's arm, "Knock it off." Mariah smiled. "Pay no attention," Denise whispered to me, "Mariah is still mad." "Fucking middle management," she growled under her breath. Carla smiled at me, more embarrassed than anything as she shook her head. I can't say that the idea of sleeping with Carla didn't appeal to me. Like I said before, she was the reason I even came to FUCKU to begin with. I looked her over again, following the contours of her body in a long soulful gaze. I hoped that my eyes weren't visible behind my glasses. If Carla did notice my blatant assessment of her body, she didn't say anything. While Denise and Mariah settled into their room, Carla and I unpacked in ours. It wasn't very roomy and the chair I assumed I would be sleeping in was the size of toddlers toy. I tossed my duffle bag down by the foot of the bed and sat in the tiny chair. It was about as comfortable as a nice slab of concrete. It was going to be a long night. "What time does this thing start tonight?" I asked as I untied my shoes. "Not sure," Carla said sat on the end of the queen sized bed. She bounced up and down for a moment, apparently unaware of how her tits were jiggling or just not caring. She said, "Comfy bed." "I'll bet," I frowned and knelt to my duffle bag, "My chair feels like Fred Flintstone might have made it." Carla smiled. "I gotta shower," I grabbed my clean clothes for the evening. I hadn't packed any suits, just some nice khakis and dress shirts with a dark tie. "Go for it," she smiled and I swear she looked down at my ass as I passed her. I couldn't have proved it, but it sure looked like it. I showered quickly and then toweled myself off. As I pulled my boxers on, I noticed the door was cracked open slightly. I remembered closing it when I came in. Had Carla opened it? After standing there for a moment, completely giddy over the possibility of Carla peeping at me, I quietly walked to the door and peeked through the sliver of space into the room. Carla was undressed to her underwear, her clothes for the night laid out on the bed. She wore a crimson g-string that seemed to burn like fire on against her olive skin. Her ass was round and surprisingly larger than I had originally judged. But my God she was sexy, and her curves were as smooth and fluid as I had always imagined. She turned to her side and gave me a pretty good view of her tits. A matching crimson bra, trimmed with lace was barely holding her huge breasts back in two large cups. I licked my lips as my mouth went dry. My cock was aching as I watched her, and I found myself reaching down and rubbing myself. Even the way she moved was like poetry. She bent over the bed to grab her skirt and gave me a generous look at her ass. I began to feel lightheaded. "Good God," I whispered and wiped the steam off my glasses. And then she turned. I immediately jerked back and stumbled. My foot slipped in a puddle of water that had collected where I had toweled off a few minutes before. I lost my balance and my foot flew away from me. I didn't scream as I went down thank God, but I did manage to bounce my head off the rim of the toilet. I landed with a heavy thud on the linoleum floor. Stars swam in front of my eyes as I reached around to the back of my head. "Oh my God, Tucker!" I heard Carla's distant voice. The door opened and she came in, moving in slow motion. She hadn't bothered to put clothes on, and the red of her underwear was the only color I could see in a world of black and white. She knelt down beside me and put her hands on my face, turning my head to look at her. She asked, "Are you okay?" I tried to focus, my eyes seeing doubles as she looked down at me. "Tucker?!" "I used to be," I mumbled and slowly sat up. "What happened?" "I slipped," I squinted. I looked over at her and was delighted to see her breasts up close. Even through my mind-boggling pain, I could still find the strength to gawk at a sexy woman. I felt myself growing absent-mindedly harder as I glanced at her cleavage. Her hair was hanging in front of her face and her eyes were wide with concern. "Here, let me help you," Carla said and put her arms around me. She helped me stand up and held me for a moment as I regained my balance. I admit, I took every opportunity to lean against her. Her bare skin against mine was almost intoxicating. You know, I used to laugh at guys who described women as intoxicating. But after experiencing Carla against me, even if it was just as support measure, I'll never scoff at the comparison again. "You going to be okay there, stud?" she smiled and touched the back of my head with a pained look on her face. "Yeah, I'm good," I gave her weak thumbs up. "Tell you what," she said, "You pull your boxers back up and get dressed, and we'll go get something to eat. Sound good?" "Yeah," I smiled. "Good," she said and closed the door, leaving me alone. It was then that I realized my boxers had somehow fallen down when I stood up. I looked and saw them around my feet. She had seen me naked, and worst of all she had seen me with an erection. I wanted to die. Of all the ways I hoped she might see me naked, sprawled on the floor with a mild concussion was not one of them. "Shit," I groaned and got dressed. *** Carla and I sat in the dining room of the Borderline Hotel, an awkward silence between us. We both knew that I had been stiff over her in the bathroom, and my embarrassment was second only to my curiosity as to what she had thought of me. I couldn't think of any smooth way to segue into that little conversation... 'Oh look, they have lobster here,' I might say. 'I love lobster,' she would reply. 'Do you like butter on your lobster,' I would smoothly ask. 'Oh yes, very much,' Carla would nod. 'By the by, did you like my cock?' 'Excuse me?' 'Size, girth and balls,' I would smoothly put it to her, 'Did it do anything for you?' She replies by slapping me hard and dumping my drink on me. 'So,' I smile as I wipe my face, 'Lobster it is then?' "How's your head?" she asked suddenly. "Huh?" I jumped, suddenly jolted out of my thoughts, "Oh, I'm fine. A little headache." "Looked like big headache to me," she said evenly and glanced at my lap. I paused for a moment. Was she flirting with me, or just being vague for no good reason? Did I imagine her sexual innuendo? I took a drink of water, found my courage and decided to find out. I said, "Well, it can be a very big headache." She smiled slyly, "Then you should take some aspirin." "Yeah," I nodded, trying to recover, "Yes I should. Or Nuprin?" Carla regarded me doubtfully, a strange little smile on her full lips, "Yeah, sure. Or Nuprin." 'Nuprin?' I asked myself. Not since Eddie Deezen had there been a lothario oozing such raw sensuality as Tucker Fuller. "Oh my God," she said and turned her head towards the wall, her hand covering her face. "What?" "My ex-husband is here," she whispered and motioned to the bar. Sitting on one of the stools was large, heavy sat man. His rolls pushed and stretched out his blue shirt to the breaking point. His jeans seemed to have been painted on his legs, looking more like links of polish sausage than actual limbs. I almost laughed as I turned to her. Tucker Fuller's Borderline Hotel "That's Big Tony Moore?" "In the flesh," she moaned, still looking away, "Oh my goodness." "Oh my badness," I looked at Tony's double wide ass. Carla moaned. "That's the guy you divorced?" I watched Big Tony shift his considerable bulk on the stool. The metal pipe that supported his seat cushion groaned and popped as the flange that kept it bolted to the floor creaked. I looked at Carla, "Holy shit." "Did he see me?" "No," I said and looked back at Tony. He was staring back in our direction, his thick brows furrowed into one broad uni-brow. "Really?" she asked hopefully. "No," I shook my head, "He's coming over here." "Fuck," she hissed and then sat up straight and fixed her hair. She looked at me, telling me to play it cool. She said, "Follow my lead." "What?" Big Tony arrived like one of the alien starships in "Independence Day", slowly rumbling up to our table and casting a dark shadow as his mass blocked out the over head lights. He wasn't just broad and thick, he was also quite tall as he loomed over us. His beefy face was shiny with sweat despite the air conditioning. He looked like a mobbed up, forty five year old cherub. His mustache had caught some of his dinner as he glared down at us. I smiled stupidly. "Carla," he said. It wasn't "Fee Fi Fo Fum," but it still sounded imposing. "Anthony," she smiled and looked up at him. He glowered at me for a moment and then said, "You look beautiful, Carla." "Thank you," she replied and straightened out her dark blue dress. It was the same version of the black dress she had been wearing earlier and had the same tantalizing effect on her body. Big Tony noticed me looking at her and coughed. I looked at my menu. "Would you like to join me?" he specifically asked her. "Actually, I'm here with my boyfriend," she said apologetically. "Boyfriend?" he frowned, "Already?" "It's been a year and a half," Carla reminded him as I looked over the wine list, "And yes, a boyfriend." "Where is he?" Big Tony boomed. I was wondering how she was going to pull this off. "Right here," she grabbed my hand and squeezed. My eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as she stroked my hand with her thumb. She looked at me desperately as the giant processed this new development. We only had moments before Big Tony achieved comprehension. I smiled and nodded, grabbing her other hand. I said, "Oh yes, hi. My name is Tucker." "Tucker," he said blandly and held out his gargantuan hand. I reached out to meet the shake. As he enveloped my whole hand in his palm I seriously considered if Tony might actually be the missing link between humanity and the primates. He released my hand from his after giving me a bone-crushing squeeze. "Tucker Fuller," I said as the blood rushed back into my hand. Somewhere in the back of the dining room, the hired music began to play some soft, generic incidental music that was so grossly misplaced to our little conversation I almost laughed. I think it was a jazzy little interpretation Menudo's greatest hits on piano and guitar. "Nice to meet you," he growled. "The pleasure is all mine." "Would you like to dance?" Big Tony asked Carla. His disrespect for me, her new fake-boyfriend was staggering. She looked to me, her mouth open as she tried to find a way to say no. "Actually," I said sternly and stood up against Big Tony. I swear to God, my face only came to his right man-titty. I looked up at him and said, "Mind giving me a little room, pal?" He looked down at me and I knew he was going to break me in half like a bread stick. And then Carla grabbed me and took me to the dance floor, leaving the wall of human chub that was Big Tony Moore alone by our table. She put her arms around me and held me way closer than I had ever dreamed possible. Her breasts pressed against me in a wonderful pressure as she linked her arms around my neck. I held her by her hips and we began dancing. Her perfume was lavender and it only served to make feel as light as air. "What was that?" I asked, inhaling her. "That was saving me from him," she said quietly and smiled broadly, "Smile, act like you're having a good time." "Shouldn't be too hard," I shrugged. I looked over and saw Big Tony return to the bar. He glared at me, his eyes asking me, 'So, do you like your knee caps Tucker?' "Really?" "Yeah, really," I said as her fingers ran over my neck back and forth, "I haven't been a boyfriend in a long time." Carla laughed. "I find that hard to believe." "Seriously," I insisted, "I really have not had a date in two years until tonight." "Why not?" she frowned. I shrugged. "There's no fun in dating unless there's a risk to your health from gigantic, jealous ex-husbands." She looked at me for a moment, her eyes concentrating on mine as she bit her lip a little and said, "You don't mind dancing with an old woman like me?" "Are you kidding me? You're thirty eight, not eighty-eight." "Pull me closer," she said as she stepped up to me and closed what little room there was between us. Her body was undeniably rubbing against me now, and I knew she could probably feel the erection in my pants against her hip. She pulled me into a full hug and laid her head against my shoulder. I slipped my arms around her and just went with it. She said, "Make it look like we're really into each other." 'No sweat,' I thought. From across the room I saw Denise and Mariah enter the dining room. They looked beautiful as always, dressed in nice evening gowns and immaculately groomed. Denise looked around and then saw Carla and I dancing. Her eyebrows raised up, thoroughly surprised as she nudged Mariah. Mariah looked and smiled broadly, as though she had predicated this would happen. I wondered if she had known something would happen. Was something happening? "He's watching us," Carla whispered, "Tony is going to come over here in a minute..." "What do we do?" "Grab my ass," she said quickly. "What?" "Grab my ass, Tucker," she repeated. I slid my hands down the small of her back and rested my open palms on her full buttocks. I didn't know what to say or do. I was so thrilled at the reality of my actually touching her ass that I could hardly think. As we turned and the bar came back into view, I saw Big Tony walking over to us. Even the way he walked was huge and slow. "He's coming," I said out of the corner of my mouth, "I think me holding your ass is pissing him off." Steam was literally rising from his bald spot. "Shit," she muttered. "I think-" I began to say but never finished. Carla put her hands to my face and kissed me. Her lips felt like velvet against mine as her tongue darted into my mouth. My heart stopped for a minute as I rolled my tongue against hers. Our breathing picked up and became urgent. Even though I knew Big Tony was going to crack my head like an egg, I felt that certain death was worth this perfect kiss from Carla Moore. Then a huge hand fell on my shoulder like fifty-pound lead weight. Big Tony grasped me and lifted me into the air like rag doll. My stomach flipped, a move reserved only for when I'm on the rollercoaster. My glasses flew off my face and I was suddenly airborne. I sailed over two or three tables before coming to hard rest against an elderly couple. Luckily, there were resilient and had been leaning against the partition for support. I grazed them and crashed to the floor, hitting the back of my head again and covered in a fine spaghetti meal. I heard people screaming and yelling before I blacked out, and the brief sound of Carla yelling at Big Tony. And then all was silent. *** "Tucker?" I mumbled something. "...Tucker?" echoed a soft feminine voice. I shifted my weight a little, my head throbbing. "... I think he's coming around..." I felt a soft pillow behind my head. My vision slowly came around as stars orbited my vision for the second time in an hour. I blinked and saw Carla first, her face pinched with worry and unnaturally white. Next to her were Mariah and Denise. Denise was shaking her head sympathetically while Mariah supported my head. The snotty manager was standing off the side talking to some cop. I could hear the mumbling of many people talking all at once. "Tucker?" Carla asked softly. "I had the most wonderful dream," I whispered and looked at Carla, "You were there..." I glanced at Denise, "And you were there Tin Woman..." Mariah rolled her eyes. I smiled at her broadly, "... and so were you, Cowardly Lion..." "He's okay," Mariah said unimpressed. "Big Tony really threw you," Denise said. "Can't slip anything by you," I grunted as Mariah helped me sit up and looked down. The pasta had ruined my shirt and pants. I looked around for my glasses, but they were nowhere to be seen. "Where is he anyway?" "Took seven police officers to haul him out," Denise laughed. "I believe it," I said and then looked at Carla, "You all right?" "Now that you are," she smiled and squeezed my hand. "I don't get it," Mariah spoke up, "What happened?" "I had Tucker pretend to be my boyfriend when Tony showed up," Carla explained, her guilt over what had happened to me so thick it nearly fell off her in rain drops, "Tony got pissed and tossed Tucker." "Oh," Mariah said unconvincingly, "Pretending to be?" "Pretending," Carla repeated. "Right," Mariah shrugged innocently. "You know," I rubbed my forehead, "I think I'd just like to go lay down." "Come on," Carla helped me to my feet, "I'll get you settled in." "Sure you will," Denise whispered under her breath. The walk back to the room was silent and filled with a pensive energy I couldn't shrug off. I knew Carla felt bad over what had happened to me, but I didn't really know what to say. She shouldn't have felt bad. I enjoyed every minute of our farce, and the kiss she had laid on me was worth the unscheduled flight Big Tony gave me. Part of me wished that Carla had been truly interested me. In truth, all of me wished it. "Tucker," Carla said softly as she unlocked the door, "I am so sorry." "Don't sweat it," I smiled, "A good beating lets you know you're alive." "Tucker," she shook her head. "Okay," I said and sat down on the bed, "Seriously though, it's okay." "You're not mad at me, are you?" she asked as she went into the bathroom and ran the water in the sink. I watched her from the edge of the bed as the steam curled up from the basin. God, she was beautiful. "Carla," I said, "You ask me that one more time and I'll scream." "Sorry," she said and frowned. Her face seemed pinched, like she was holding back something she wanted to say but couldn't. "Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded, "Yeah, I think so. It's just that Tony is such a cluster fuck." "Well, we did egg him on." "I thought if he saw me with someone else he'd leave me alone," she sighed and dipped a washrag into the water, "It's my fault." "Mine too," I added, "No one forced me to grab your ass." Carla looked at me and smiled a little. She rang the rag out and shut the water off. She walked over to me and offered the damp cloth. I took it and wiped my face off. The hot water felt good against my skin. I suddenly found myself wondering what Carla might taste like, what her sex might feel like against my lips. Was she as hot and soothing as the washrag? I felt an erection beginning to swell in my slacks again. "Can I ask you something?" "Sure," I said. "When we kissed," Carla said awkwardly as she sat down beside me, "Did you, you know, enjoy it?" I tossed the rag over to the dresser and said, "Yes, I did. Very much." Carla looked away as she blushed. I had never seen a grown woman blush before, but here was Carla of all the people in the world turning red. I asked, "Did you enjoy it?" A little smile crossed her lips, "Yes." I looked away, feeling butterflies going crazy in my stomach as I considered the possibilities here. We were on the verge of a revelation, and I knew that if we only pushed it a little bit further, we would be having sex together before the night was done. I didn't know how I knew that. I'm not very intuitive and I don't know jack shit about women in general, but something was telling me she was as interested in me as I was in her. After all that happened in the dining room earlier, she had to be. "Tucker?" "Yep?" I breathed as my cock hardened into a concrete pillar. There was a moment of excruciatingly wonderful anticipation. Finally she asked, "Would you like to kiss me again?" "Yes." Carla moved closer to me, so close I could smell her perfume again. I faced her, not wanting to show my nervousness or eagerness to tear her clothes off and fuck her until the sun came up. For once in my life, I wanted to play it cool. Her eyes were locked on mine as she leaned forward a little, breasts pressing against my arm. She placed her hand on my upper thigh, and I knew for certain she had more in mind than just kissing. Her lips met mine and she shivered. "Would you like to touch me?" she asked, her voice offset by a small quiver. I swallowed hard as my heart pounded in my chest. I raised my hand and cupped her left breast, gently massaging it through her dress. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked with mine. "I meant everything I said to you tonight," I rubbed her hardened nipple. "It's nice to hear every now and then," she said. "It's the truth." "Would you mind if I said I wanted to do more than just kiss you?" "Not at all." Carla ran a finger over the bulge in my pants, "Would you mind if I took your clothes off and fucked you?" "I thought you'd never ask," I managed. "It's been so long, Tucker," she said, "And the way you've been with me tonight..." "I can't help it," I shrugged, "Beautiful women just bring it out of me." Carla licked her lips. "I want you," she whispered in my ear, "Right here, right now." She leaned into me, staring into my eyes hypnotically as her lips parted. Our mouths connected and we shared a kiss that was so slow and deep it made the one we had shared on the dance floor seem like a peck on the cheek. We kissed like that for a while, my hand massaging her tit as she slid her hand over my crotch and began rubbing back and forth. I could feel our body heat radiating in waves as we kissed. "You're sure about this?" she whispered as she kissed my neck. "Absolutely," I said. I French kissed her and pulled the straps of her dress down around her shoulders. Her skin was so smooth, like silk as I rolled the material of her dress down and exposed her massive tits. I realized that I was going to be the guy who found out how big Carla's tits actually were. Her brown nipples were visible through the flimsy red transparent material of her bra, erected and excited at the prospect of being licked and loved. "This is going to sound juvenile," I said as I looked at her chest, "But what a set of tits." "42 Triple-D," she said and kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I reached up to unfasten her bra at the front, my fingers fumbling with the clasp for a moment. Finally, it popped open and her huge tits were released from their confines. I couldn't help but lean back and take in the view. "Carla" I whispered, awed by her big, pear-shaped tits. "You're so sexy." Carla blushed again at my passionate approval of her breasts. She smiled at me and cupped them in her hands, lifting them so they formed a perfect line of cleavage. "You like them?" she asked I leaned forward and tongued one of her nipples before sucking it into my mouth. Carla arched her back, her silky smooth breasts pressing against my face. I sucked on one nipple and then the other, all the while kneading and massaging her breasts. She leaned back on the bed and relaxed. I followed her down, kissing and suckling on her breasts. I sucked and played with her tits for as long as she would let me. Carla uttered small moans of approval and desire as her hips squirmed underneath me. I slid my hands down her thighs and then up under her skirt. The sound of my palm against the nylon stockings made a barely audible zipping sound as I boldly felt my way to her pussy. Carla opened her legs slightly as I leaned to one side, still kissing her nipples as my hand found the moist delicacy beneath her nylon panties. "Don't be shy," she whispered and raised her hips a little. I kissed her again, sucking on her tongue. She moaned into my mouth as I pushed my palm flat against her panty-covered pussy. Carla was getting extremely excited and I felt her juices seeping through her panty hose, invitingly warm and wet to the touch. Carla took her hand and placed it on my erection and began giving me long sensual rubs. She worked her hand up and down on my bulge as she breathlessly kissed me. "I could make you cum with my hands," she breathed. "You could make me cum with a look," I replied, rubbing her outer lips through the material of her pantyhose. "Let me jack you off," she said huskily. I nodded and let her push me back on the bed. Carla unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants all-the-while never once letting her eyes fall from mine. I shifted slightly as she pulled my pants down over my hips. She smiled wickedly and then pulled my underwear aside, allowing my eight-inch cock to spring to attention in front of her. She made a soft sound in her throat and licked her lips as she eyed me. She gripped my cock in her hand and began to jack me off, pulling down tight and firm as my head turned purple. "Just as big as I imagined," she said and glanced appreciatively to my throbbing member. "You've wondered about my size?" I asked, honestly surprised. "How many times have you wondered about the size of my tits?" I watched her work her hand up and down along my shaft of my cock, tenderly yet forcefully commanding me. Her tits were jiggling and swaying with her jerking motions as she licked her lips again. Carla leaned forward and began rubbing my cock around on her breasts, teasing her nipples with it, leaving a small snail-trail of pre-cum across her flesh. She pressed my hard dick between her cleavage and began jacking me off with her tits. Carla tucked her chin in to look down at the big, swollen purple head of my cock protruding from between her milky breasts. If ever I were to die, I hoped it would be like this. The world was shaking for me as she tit-fucked me, treating me like some sexual idol to be worshipped. 'I don't deserve this,' I thought almost incoherently, 'Sexual idol? Please...' "Would you like me to suck on it?" she asked, releasing my cock from between the heavenly confines of her cleavage. "Please," I groaned and reached up to the back of her neck, pulling her down towards my cock. Carla gripped my cock tightly as I guided her. "I swallow," she looked up at me, "So give me something good to eat." "I think I can do that," I said as she pressed her lips to my cock. "I love a strong cock," she teased me as she licked and rubbed my head around on her face, sliding it across her sultry lips. "You're amazing for the ego," I said, her arousal of my cock so intense that I felt like I might explode right there. "I mean it, Tucker," she breathed, "You have a gorgeous cock." "God, Carla," I smiled. At that point, I didn't care if she meant it or not. Her touch was like being jolted with a pure, hot strike of erotic lightning. Carla ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them before pressing them to the head of my cock, making it pulse and throb in her hand She licked my head again, a long slow purposeful lick that lasted too short an eternity as she prepared me. She kissed it several times, moving her lips around on the head, sliding down the shaft and back up again. Tucker Fuller's Borderline Hotel The tip of her tongue slid out from between her lips and danced over my head. She tickled the head of my cock with it, causing bursts of heat to go searing through me. I groaned and she bathed my dick with her tongue, making it shiny with saliva. Carla then sucked me into her mouth, the back of her throat hot and slick against my head. She only stifled once and then began vigorously sucking and rolling her tongue. Her breathing was hot and undeniable against my flesh as she sucked me off, her nostrils blowing intense blasts of heat against me. The head of my cock was enveloped in the warm wetness of her mouth, her tongue wriggling under my shaft. Carla's head bobbed up and down on me passionately, slurping and sucking on me. I could feel the orgasm building up fast. I gripped the bedspread and clutched tight as I moaned and grunted under her expert oral stimulation. Carla must have sensed my impending climax as she feverishly kicked up her pace and ravaged my member with her mouth. I could feel her saliva dribbling down my sack and to my ass as she brought me to my finale. "Fuck!" I cried out as I released my load into her mouth. "You taste so good," she said as my cock slipped from her mouth, still spurting hot ropes of sticky cum. My semen splattered across her tits as she licked her lips. A gob of my cum was hanging from her chin in viscous white line. She took one finger and scooped it up. Carla looked at me, her dark eyes smoldering, and licked her finger clean. She pumped my cock with her hand and ran it over her lips again. "Delicious." "That was amazing," I gasped as she milked me. "I'm not done yet," she said as she took my fading member as began to lick again. I held my breath as she teased me, coaxing my cock to another round. I had never recovered very quickly after an orgasm, but with what Carla was doing to me I knew it wouldn't take long. She pumped my cock in her hand. I was already hardening and becoming erect again. I couldn't believe it. Carla sat up for a moment and ran her hands through her hair, a move that was so sexy and perfect I knew I'd never forget it. The image of her like that burned into my memory. I could only stare like an idiot as I watched her tits bob with her movements. "It's a double blow job," she whispered as she leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips, the taste of my cum salty and sweet on her tongue. She unbuttoned my shirt, fumbling with the buttons as she sped up her attention to my lips. I was about to help her when she grasped my shirt and tore it open. The buttons flew across the room as she ravenously kissed me. She pushed the shirt back and away, revealing my body to her. Carla then worked her way down my neck, under my ear, across my chest, to my belly and finally to my cock. She massaged my balls and the sucked me into her mouth again. "Mmmmmm," she groaned around my shaft, her voice vibrating through me. She began to slowly move her head up and down, sucking me off, and causing a familiar pressure to build in my sack. Her eyes gazed up at me as my cock slid in and out of her mouth, rolling with her tongue under her cheeks. "Oh Carla," I sat up as she sucked on me, my legs hanging off the bed. I leaned forward was she worked me over and reached down. I cupped her breasts in my hands and held them. They were so big and firm, and yet gravity had no pull on them. I ran my thumbs to her rock-hard nipples, trying to tease her as she was doing me. Her motions were fluid and rhythmic as she passionately sucked me off. Her hair tickled my stomach as I massaged her tits. Time seemed to stand still as she pleasured me. "So good," she licked me, letting my cock slide out of her mouth again. I could only moan my approval as I teased her nipples. "Can you cum for me again?" "Are you kidding?" I whispered. I could feel my shaft enlarging beyond what it normally was, steeling itself for what was to follow. Carla looked to him and said, "Fuck my mouth." I smiled and nodded. "Fuck my mouth, Tucker," she repeated, her own words acting like an aphrodisiac, "Make me your slut." "My slut?" I cocked a brow. "Mmm Hmmm," she purred and gave me a sexy half-smile, "Make me your bitch." "I didn't know you were so kinky," I shivered. "There's a lot you don't know," she said and brought her lips to my cock once more. Normally, I didn't find talking dirty all that erotic, but now that Carla was being so sexually vulgar, I found myself even more turned on. I slid my fingers into her hair and grasped the back of her head, slowly pushing my cock in her mouth. I found myself charged with her need for dominance and began fucking her face. Carla held still in my grip, my cock pumping to the back of her throat, her boobs pressed against my thighs like two sumptuous fleshy pillows. I growled my pleasure as she cupped her large breasts in her slender hands and squeezed them, her nipples standing out as dark nubs against the tanned flesh of her breasts. Carla moaned around the girth of my cock in her mouth, sliding her hands all over her tits in a sensual rub. I could feel myself losing control, the orgasm rocketing up through the passage as I fucked her mouth. Carla only encouraged me more as she grasped my hips and steadied herself. "Oh fuck!" I shouted as my cock spasmed and filled her mouth with cum. She violently grabbed my cock with her right hand and pumped it in her mouth. I held her head to me tight so that she couldn't pull away. Somehow, I doubted she even wanted to as she sucked me hard, slurping the cum in her mouth. As I unloaded in her, some of the thick liquid seeped from the corner of her mouth and dribbled to her chin. Carla released my cock from her mouth and I lay back on the bed. "So good," she murmured, her mouth full of semen. A glob of cum hanging from her chin swayed a little and then fell onto her left breast. "Don't swallow, " I said as I watched the semen on her tit drip down slowly into the crevasse of her cleavage. Carla smiled, somehow knowing what I was thinking. She dipped her chin down and opened her mouth up. Cum suddenly washed from her mouth, running over her lips and spilling onto her breasts. She cupped her right breast and brought it to her lips as the strangely erotic mix of my semen and her saliva oozed over her tits in a shiny mass. She circled her tongue through it in small motions, playing with the thick globs. I slowly realized what a big load I had given her as she kept pushing more and more of it from her mouth. It hung in thick, viscous rivulets from her chin to her breasts. "Do you like this?" she asked as she tongued her semen-coated tits. "Yes," I noticed I was beginning to sweat as I watched her. "Lick them," she said to me. I leaned forward as she stood up, bringing her tits to my face. I licked my own semen from her tits, at first not certain I would like this or not. But as I cleaned her slick nipples, I found myself becoming aroused again. She pulled me up to her, my cum slick between our naked torsos and causing us to slide with a wonderful friction. We kissed deeply as I slid my hands up under her skirt and massaged her ass. Her leg raised and rubbed against mine as we melted together. "Eat my cunt, Tucker," she moaned. I knelt in front of her and slid her dress down all the way to floor, where she kicked it away. Carla stood before me in only her panty hose, looking sinfully sexy as the evening light cascaded through the window across her body. Her breasts cast large shadows across the smooth terrain of her figure as I brought my lips to her crotch. I kissed and licked her through the nylon, her moist flesh so close and yet so far away. Carla slid her hands down and hooked her fingernails in the fabric of her panty hose. With one quick motion, she tore the nylon open in a long gash that revealed her swollen, sopping sex. Her cunt was bare, clean-shaven and glistening with her nectar. Carla leaned against the wall and I positioned myself under her, resting her nylon-clad thigh on my shoulder. I kissed all around her sex, licking and planting deep hot French kisses as I warmed her up even more. "Eat my cunt, baby please," Carla whimpered as she ran her fingers through my hair. I brought my lips to her cunt and licked gently, tasting her thick fluids. Her juices were stirred and ready, her anticipation running high as her hips bucked a little under my touch. I looked up at her, her face regarding me lustily from behind her mountainous breasts. I ran my finger along her slit and put it to my lips. Carla smiled, thoroughly engrossed as I licked her juice from my fingertip. "Oh my God," she moaned as she watched my lick my finger clean, her hands tightening and releasing around my scalp. "You're so sweet," I smiled and held her gaze as I lapped at her cunt. She leaned back a little, thrusting her hips out gently to give me better access. Carla watched me, transfixed in a sexual daze as I ran my tongue up between the thick lips of her pussy and into the hot interior. I teased my way up her slit until I reached her clit. Carla shivered, her leg momentarily squeezing around my neck as I began licking her sensitive button. Our eyes remained locked, staring at each other between the canyon of her tits. "Oh God," she moaned and tilted her face up to the ceiling. I licked and nibbled on her clit until it was swollen enough that I could suck it between my lips. Carla shrieked as I suckled her clit into my mouth, teasing it and causing it to harden even more. I could feel her muscles shaking as I played with her. "Oh fuck yes," Carla wheezed as she clasped her tits and began pulling on them, her fingers pinching her nipples and tweaking them as she squirmed. Her hips started rocking back and forth against my tongue as she neared her climax. Her juices were running down my chin and neck as I nibbled on her. Suddenly, she cried out and pushed her pussy hard against my face. Her arms flew back and hit the wall as she supported herself from falling over. "OHHHHHHHH!" she screamed and unleashed a flood of her sweet nectar. It splashed my face and I hurried to lap it up as she bucked against me, her breasts heaving under her rapid and shallow respirations. "Oh baby, yes," she moaned and ran her hands through her hair, "Just like that." "It was just as good for me," I smiled and stood up, my cock pointing out and away from me like the bow of some phallic ship. We stood there in front of each other for a moment, catching our breath. "You know," She wrapped her fingers around the throbbing hard meat of my cock, "We're not done yet." "I didn't think we were," I said as I put my hand around hers and helped her stroke my cock. We looked at each other, our minds racing as we stroked my shaft, her tits swaying and bouncing with her movements, still shiny from my semen. "We should really fuck each other," Carla looked down at my cock, swollen and protruding from our combined grip, "I really want that in me." "Got any condoms?" I asked. I cursed myself for not bringing any. But how was I to know I'd be having sex on this trip? Carla squeezed the head of my cock a little. "No, I don't." "That's not good," I said as my heart sank. "But I am on the pill." "Oh thank God," I said and blew a sigh of relief. Carla closed her eyes, her face beaming with contentment, "You make me so horny..." "The feeling is mutual," I said and knelt in front of her as I groped her breasts again. I squeezed and kneaded her twin globes as I sucked on her nipples. She groaned and felt herself getting wet again. I worked on her breasts and slipped my hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy with the butt of my palm until her juices were flowing again. "But I want to make sure you last," Carla said gently, "I want you to cum again for me." "Okay," I smiled. That wasn't going to be problem. "I'm going to blow you again," she said and knelt down in front of me, "In case you haven't noticed, I love foreplay. Remember that..." "I can do that," I nodded. "Give me your cock again," she moaned as I stood up and pushed my thick cock into her mouth again. I groaned a deep guttural approval and ran my hands through her hair as she sucked me off for the third time. I spread my legs a little and braced myself against the bed as she presented her mouth to me. My hips humped back and forth as I fucked her oral cavity. Carla reached around me and grabbed my ass with her hands in a tight grip. Her finger suddenly slipped into my asshole and began rubbing my prostate. I gasped as she fingered my ass, my thrusts becoming wild and erratic. Her hair and tits were bouncing from my rapid and fierce motions. "Fuck fuck," I managed as she stimulated me, her finger up my ass and not giving me a moment to slow down, even for air. She moaned in delight, thoroughly happy that she had me in a frenzy as my cock popped out of her mouth and she began jacking me off. She aimed my head right into her face as her hands worked for the orgasm. I felt the heat explode in my balls and I knew it would be any moment. I tensed, every muscle going tight and rigid as my orgasm rocked my body. "Yes," Carla whispered and looked up to me as my cock swelled and spurted a long sticky stream of semen over her nose and forehead. She smiled, her tongue out in a lapping motion as another big spurt of cum squirted out and splattered over her lips and chin. She closed her eyes and as more cum gushed onto her face. I grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her to face to me. Carla massaged my ass and moaned as I vigorously pumped my cock with my hand and splattered her mouth, nose and chin with all the cream I had inside me. Carla ran her fingers through the coating of semen and smiled at me, "You like that?" "So much." "I love cum," she said, looking down to watch some of semen drip onto her breasts. "I never would have guessed." We lay on the bed for a few minutes, kissing and touching each other as my cum lubed up our bodies in sticky mess. I suppose it wasn't very sanitary, but it was the mother off all turn-ons as it became a hot slick wetness between our bodies. I kissed her deeply and reached down to feel her cunt. She was still wet and ready for me. She opened her legs and let me play with her swollen clit as I licked her massive breasts. Carla finally rolled over and got on all fours, her ass out in the air for the taking. "I need you now," she moaned, "Fuck me." I positioned myself behind her and brought my cock to bear, the head resting between her ass cheeks. Grasping her hips, I inched forward and slipped my head into her pussy with a sudden thrust that caught her off guard. Her head snapped back and she let out a lusty moan as my cock sank into her cunt. I began thrusting, back and forth, increasing my speed and power as I went. My balls slapped against her ass as I fucked her relentlessly. "Oh yes," she whimpered, her voice accented by each thrust of my hips, "Just like that... yes... fuck... yes..." I pounded her until she was shouting, her voice becoming high pitched and broken as she tried to handle the sensations of her overpowered sex. I gave her one final thrust and then pulled out. My cock was slick with her nectar as I spread her ass cheeks. Carla looked back over her shoulder at me as I pushed my slick cock over her asshole, sliding the wet shaft across the tight little hole, leaving a sticky trail behind. "Do it," she moaned, arching her back and pushing her ass back to me. I took my cock in my hand, still slick and slippery from her cunt, and readied myself. I pushed the head of my cock against her tight little asshole, stretching it out as my girth passed into her. She flinched and her head snapped back as she gasped. I held onto her shapely hips and forced my cock into her depths. Carla cried out a loud moan of both pleasure and pain as I slid my dick into her ass. Her breathing was heavy and shallow as I rocked her. I could feel the spasmodic flexing of her buttocks, threatening to milk the cum out of me before I was ready. Carla arched her back and opened her mouth in a long drawn out gasp. Her whole body tensed and froze, her teeth bared in a growl of sexual fulfillment. "Let me ride you," she ordered. I flipped over on my back and she straddled me, lifting one leg over giving me a generous view of her under carriage. Her backside was facing me as she settled in over my shaft, her ass poised. I could only try and keep my breathing under control, try to not blow my wad too early. She grasped my cock and slid the head across her dripping cunt, lubing me up for entry. She then brought it to her ass and eased herself down on me. My cock squeezed past the tight, rubbery opening. She gasped and clenched her buttocks around my shaft, turning her head to the side and watching the penetration. She moaned, biting her lower lip as my dick filled up her ass and stretched her out. Finally, my cock was submerged in her body and she began to ride me, her pace already fast and frenzied. "Oh yes... yes...yes...yes..." she whispered breathlessly, her big breasts bouncing wildly as she let loose, her nipples pointed and hard. Her fingers found her clit and began furiously rubbing it as she rode my cock. I grunted as she hammered herself. "Fuck my ass," she moaned, unabashedly in the throes of ecstasy. "Yes baby," I growled and grasped her hips tightly. "Fuck my ass," she shouted. I slapped her ass she rode me. Carla cried out, ramming down hard on me as she fingered her clit. She picked up the pace and began moaning so loud I wouldn't have been surprised if everyone in the hotel heard us. Her fingers worked her clit over until she suddenly began snapping her hips back. Carla uttered a silent scream of overwhelming pleasure as her ass slammed down on my cock and she came hard. Her muscles rippled and clenched so tightly around my cock that my field of vision exploded with stars and my cock ejaculated inside her ass. Carla was holding her breasts, her head thrown back and mouth wide open as I unloaded my semen, my cock jerking and pumping. Finally, as my vision swam in and out of clarity and as my cock slowly deflated, we decoupled and collapsed on the bed in a sweaty heap. I slid my arms around her and rested my face between her tits as she ran her hands through my hair. "You okay?" I asked. "I'm gonna be walking bowlegged for two weeks after this," she smiled and then added, "You must be dehydrated after all that." "I could use a drink," I said. Carla got up and went to the bathroom, "I gotta clean up." "Oh?" "Your jizz is leaking out of almost every orifice I have," Carla blew me a kiss and then closed the door. I lay there for a moment as my breathing returned to normal and my cock finally rested. I couldn't believe what had just happened, and I imagined the envy of those assholes at the water cooler when I told them this. But then, would they believe me? I supposed they wouldn't. After a moment, I decided to keep it to myself. This had been a special moment, the kind of moment that only happened in magazines like Penthouse Forum or on the Literotica website. No, I would keep this to myself. "I'm gonna go find something to drink," I called to Carla through the bathroom door as I dug into my duffel bag and pulled a pair of shorts and a t-shirt out. "You want anything?' "No thanks," she opened the door and kissed me, "Just hurry back." "You gonna have a surprise for me?" I asked hopefully. Carla tilted her head, "A big one." "I'll be right back." The trip to the vending machine at the end of the hall seemed to take forever. I was curious as to what else Carla could do that would be a surprise over what she had already done tonight. My body actually felt good, despite the sexual Olympics and the tossing I had gotten from Big Tony. I put the quarters into the soda machine and pushed the button for a Dr. Pepper. The machine hummed and whirred for a moment, and then the soda bottle clunked and clanked to the dispenser. Tucker Fuller's Borderline Hotel I took a long drink and turned to leave when I ran straight into Denise. My soda spilled all over me and splashed across Denise's dress as we tripped on each other and fell to the floor. "Holy shit!" she shouted and landed hard on her ass as I plowed face first into the floor. "Shit," I muttered and sat back against the wall. "Tucker," Denise said, her eyes wide as though surprised to see me, "Oh God, your nose..." I reached up and wiped my nose. I looked down and saw a smear of blood on my hand. I laughed, "You know, even Big Tony didn't bloody my nose." "I'm so sorry," she got to her knees. She was still dressed for the dinner and looking fabulous, her blonde hair now disheveled into strands that hung in her face. Even through the pain, I was still able to look down her dress. Her breasts weren't as big as Carla's, but they definitely had weight. I had to remind myself that what happened with Carla was probably just a spur of the moment thing, and that lighting did not strike twice for the same guy. "It's cool," I reassured her as wiped my nose on my shirt, "I never liked this shirt anyway." "Let me get you another soda," she insisted, her eyes still looking at me as though she had something more she wanted to say. "No," I put my hand on her shoulder, "It's okay. Really." Denise looked down at the ground and straightened her dress, her body looking full and curvaceous as I caught myself staring. The blue fabric complimented her bright blue eyes, and I was suddenly besieged by more wild sexual impulses. I could feel my cock hardening again and really regretted my decision not to wear underwear. "That was really nice, what you did for Carla tonight," she said. "Ah," I waved a dismissive hand, thinking of the incredible sex Carla and I had just had, "It was nothing. Anything for a friend." Denise looked down the hall and then back at me, a mischievous twinkle in her eye I had never seen before. It betrayed her schoolmistress appearance, that stern but beautiful countenance behind her glasses. She looked down at my crotch, which had tented out the dark fabric and said, "Anything at all?" My heart jumped. 'No way,' I thought. This had to be a dream and I'm gonna wake up to a wet bed any minute now... Carla was an amazing ordeal that I never imaged could ever happen. But Denise coming on to me in the same night, at the same hotel was so improbable that I couldn't even fathom the odds. That she'd even be interested in me at all was beyond belief. And yet here we were, in the hallway of the Borderline Hotel, sharing a view of my noticeable erection. "I'm sorry," I blushed and tried to adjust myself. Denise looked at me, "You know Tucker, that kiss you gave Carla looked really nice." "Did it?" I almost squeaked. "You two aren't together, are you?" Technically we weren't... "No," I said. Carla had never said anything about us being a real couple... Denise leaned forward and slipped her arms around my neck, drawing me into a deep passionate kiss. I almost pulled away. After all, I had just finished having not only my own semen in my mouth, but Carla's cum as well. But her needful rolling of her tongue against my lips made me forget all that. I embraced her and felt myself become a slave to my cock again. I hardened against her thigh as we kissed. "You want to go back to your room for a little bit?" she asked as she broke our passionate kiss. "Uhm," I stuttered, "You see..." "Yes?" "Carla and I just," I started, "You see, we just had..." "Did you two just fuck?" I nodded. "Carla won't mind, Tucker." I frowned. "She won't?" Denise grabbed my hand and led me down the hall, "Carla and I share a lot of things..." My jaw dropped as we walked back to my hotel room. "You mean...?" Denise playfully grabbed my crotch through my shorts as we opened the door to my room, "It means your night isn't over." Carla was lying on the bed, still naked and looking beautiful, waiting and looking at us expectantly. Beside her sat Mariah, also in her evening clothes. She leaned against Carla, her fingers caressing her huge breasts as I considered the very real possibility that I had gone insane and was living out my fantasies in some doped state of mind in an insane asylum. Mariah tossed her long thick hair over her shoulder and smiled broadly. The door clicked shut behind me. Denise was right. My night wasn't over. Not by a long shot.