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Motel Sex

By: slitlicker69



(This story takes a little bit longer to develop and to get to the nitty, gritty sex than most stories because of the characters and the circumstances. It is almost more a love story, but with an incest theme. So, if you are looking just for a quick stroke without characterization, story, and buildup, you might want to look elsewhere).

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"My little girl's going away to College," I kept saying to myself as I helped her pack her things into the car. It seems like it was just yesterday that she was all pigtails and girl scout cookies. Now she's eighteen, out of high school and on her way to college in Arizona where she has a softball scholarship waiting for her.

Jennifer's mom left us some years ago, so it has been just the two of us in our Maryland home. And now she's leaving. It's going to be so empty here when she's gone. I'm going to really miss her smiling face. I wonder if she will miss me at all, or whether she is just looking forward to her freedom? She's going to be down there living in a dorm with no parental supervision. She's going to be all on her own—and that is the scary part.

"Okay Jen, you about ready?" I called back into the house after tossing the last suitcase into the car's trunk.

"Here I am Daddy," She yelled, running out of the house with her purse and an over-night bag stuffed with snacks and CDs, her blond pony tail bouncing up and down with each step. I could only shake my head when I saw what she was wearing for our trip out west. She had on a pair of white shorts that were way too short and way too tight, and a tight T-shirt with no bra letting her breasts bounce as freely as her pony tail as she ran up to the car.

As I walked back to the house to lock it up I was tempted to make her go back in and change into something a little more decent, but then that might just make her really glad to get away from my control so I held my tongue.

I was hoping to have a nice father-daughter talk with her in the car during the long drive out to Arizona, so I could warn her about all the nasty men that'll want to get into her pants, remind her about the importance of keeping her grades up, not getting into trouble, and all of that good fatherly stuff. But before I had even pulled the car out of the drive way she had stuck those two thing-a-ma-bobs into her ears and was listening to that junk she calls music. Oh well, at least with her earphones on I didn't have to listen to that same crap she was, I sighed as I began driving towards the Interstate.

Every now and then I glanced over at her and just shook my head. She was lost in what ever world eighteen year old girls get lost in. Plugged in and tuned out. I doubt if she had any awareness of any of the towns we went through, the beautiful and always changing countryside—or anything else other than what ever it was her portable CD was playing.

The only time she took those plugs out of her ears and returned to the real world was when we stopped for gas. Then she would get out to cruise the convenience store, go to the restroom, or buy junk food with the allowance I'd given her. That was okay, I could deal with the junk food, but what got to me was the way all the men in the store gawked at her with that too tight of a T-shirt showing off her pert, bouncing titties, and those too tight, too short, white short shorts showing off a little too much of her butt in the rear and a little too much of her crotch in front.

After filling the car up with gas, I pulled up to the front of the convenience store and sat there tapping my fingers on the steering wheel waiting for my sweet little darling to return from her show time.

"Ah, here she comes, finally," I said to myself. In spite of everything I couldn't help but notice how sexy my little girl looked. I'd never really noticed before, but her hips had rounded out like a real woman's--nice and heart-shaped. And, the way she walked! Certainly she must've known how sexy she looked the way she let her hips sway side to side. With each step she took it accented the "V" of her crotch.

As she approached the car I noticed that not only did her tight shorts show off the "V" of her crotch but there was a tell-tale indentation where her slit was. Not only was my baby girl not wearing a bra, but she obviously wasn't wearing any panties either!

Those shorts had to be rubbing her cunt and clit the way she's walking, I thought. I started to get an erection, then immediately felt ashamed of myself. This is my Daughter! For God's sake! Yet I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I relished the move of every muscle in her body as she climbed into the passenger's seat next to me.

She caught me looking at her funny like I was, and gave me one of her sweet smiles.

"You all set now honey?" I said.

'Yes, Daddy, let's boogie."

It was then that I noticed her nipples had grown erect and were sticking out through that skimpy T-shirt she had on. Oh why didn't she wear a bra?

I couldn't help but wonder whether she had gotten aroused from all the attention she had gotten back at the convenience store, or was it just from the way she was making her shorts rub on her cunt when she walked? Then the thought struck me that maybe it was the way I was looking at her that had turned her on. I had read that there are some girls who actually do have Daddy fantasies. I blushed at my own thoughts while trying to drive them out of my mind.

Jenny saw my face turn red—and smiled so sweetly at me again as she put those Goddamn ear plugs back in her ears. I put the car in gear and tore out of the parking lot glad to be on the road again where I could keep my mind on my driving—or at least try to. From time to time I couldn't help but sneak a glance or two over her way.

The first night we stopped somewhere near the border of West Virginia and Kentucky and found two rooms in a motel off the interstate. I tossed and turned in bed most of the night. I couldn't get the thought out of my mind of my daughter in those too tight white shorts showing off her crotch and her slit, and that skimpy t-shirt with her tits sticking out. I just could not get all of that out of my mind, and I caught myself fondling my own tool now and then as I tossed and turned. Yes, I was totally out of my mind, thinking such incestuous thoughts like that. It was a very "hard" night, but somehow I managed to get through it and actually get a little sleep.

But if I thought what she was wearing the first day was too sexy, I was ill prepared for what she came to the car dressed in on the second day. On top she wore one of those black lingerie things that supposedly pass for blouses these days. It was showing lots of cleavage and she was wearing no bra, once again. Then on the bottom she had on the skimpiest micro mini I've ever seen. It was even shorter than her short shorts, if that were possible. It was nothing more than a ribbon of red cloth covering only her absolutely bare essentials—and I mean bare. I mean the waistline of this skirt, if that's what you'd call it, was slung way down low on her hips starting just barely high enough to cover the top of her pubic hair. Then the hemline, if that's what you want to call it, just barely reached low enough to hide her pussy. Well, I mean, at least almost.

Now, I know that a lot of the girls on college campuses are dressing like that now-a-days so they can flash their professors and other students, but seeing my own daughter in an outfit like that made me almost blow a gasket. When she climbed into the seat next to me that skimpy skirt of hers slid up and her sweet little pussy peeked out at me. And I just about dropped a load right then and there. My face burned and I knew I must have been turning a thousand shades of red.

She noticed my flustered condition and just smiled her sweet smile at me like she always does. But just as my cock was growing erect underneath my shorts, her nipples also began to grow to erection under that skimpy lingerie thing she was wearing.

I shook my head clear and pulled back on to the Interstate. Try as I might, I just couldn't help looking over at her every now and then as we drove down the highway. In fact, I must admit I was looking at her quite a bit. And, each time she caught me looking at her she flashed me her sweet innocent smile. She also flashed me something else all day long too. I mean every time she shifted positions, that skimpy little skirt would slide up and her sweet little pussy would peek out at me as if it were saying "Hi, please kiss me."

She was still listening to her junk though her ear plugs, but now instead of being lost in her teenage world, she seemed to be looking at me all the time, studying me—even when I was not looking at her. She was moving her body to the music she was listening to, as if she were trying to dance right there in the car. Her blonde pony tail, as well as other body parts, bounced around in time to what ever it was she was listening too. And, oh boy! Did she ever look sexy the way she was moving her body almost as if she were having sex right there in the car with an imaginary lover. After awhile she stopped even trying to pretend to pull her skirt back down and just let it ride up her hips, with her wet little slit flashing me all day. Yes, her slit was wet, and getting wetter as the day wore on. And, that darn wet pussy, and her antics were making my poor cock harder and harder as the day wore on.

I swear I saw her playing with her nipples at one point, but when she noticed I was looking at her, she pretended to be just adjusting that flimsy lingerie-blouse thing she was wearing.

At lunch time we pulled through one of those drive-through burger joints for burgers, fries, and sodas, then rolled down the Interstate a ways where we pulled off on one those roadside rest areas and found a table near the parking lot.

I expected Jenny to sit opposite of me, but no, she decides to sit right next to me and in order to get herself onto the bench she had to first lift one leg over, straddling the bench, then pull the other leg over. As she performed this maneuver she put her hand on my shoulder for balance, leaving forward slightly, but enough to put her cleavage right in front of my eyeballs—since I had turned my head to watch her contortions in that hide-nothing-of-a-skirt she had on. That skimpy lingerie thing she wore on top barely covered her nipples so it was like her breasts in their entirety were pretty much exposed. The lingerie material was so thin and silky it was almost transparent and clung to her very erect nipples like a second skin.

As if all that wasn't enough when she lifted her leg to get it up over the bench it hiked her teeny skirt up so much it exposed most of her cunt. And, the fact that her cunt was so obviously wet made me that much more uncomfortable. But then, once settled in her seat she smiled that sweet innocent smile at me and Daddy just melted.

As we started eating, she crossed her legs letting her bare thigh rest practically on top of mine. Since I was wearing shorts that came to mid-thigh, there was a lot of bare flesh on bare flesh. I was only too aware of the heat of her going all through me.

"Would you like a French Fry, Daddy?" She asked reaching into the bag and holding one between her thumb and index finger.

"Sure, honey, why not?"

She smiled as she held it up to my mouth. As I nibbled away on the French Fry she held between her thumb and forefinger, her other fingers lightly touched my lips making me tingle in a very sweet way. She offered me another one and her fingers got a little bolder lingering just a little bit on my lips even after I had taken all of the French Fry in. I couldn't resist giving her fingers a light kiss as the last of the French Fry went down my throat.

"Thank you, sweety," I mumbled. "Ummmmmmm, and thank you, Daddy, for that sweet kiss." She giggled and squirmed—and the movement of her naked thigh on mine sent waves of all too naughty thoughts through my mind—and a rush of blood down to an eager, expanding cock. Then she pulled a French Fry out for herself and before taking it into her mouth she licked at it as if to show me how long her tongue was. Then she stuck it between her lips and began sucking on it, pulling it in and out of her mouth as if she was giving it head or something—all of the time looking at me out of the corner of her eyes just to make sure I was looking at her.

And, of course, I was. I was looking at her quite strangely for a father. Her eyes lit up with mirth, then she continued eating normally until we had both finished our meal. On the way back to the car, after trashing our stuff, she carried her unfinished soda in one hand, then on an impulse she put her other arm around my waist and hugged herself to me. "Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, I love you so. I'm really going to miss you."

"I love you too sweetie," I said, putting my arm around her and giving her a squeeze. "I'm going to miss you more than you could know."

As we headed down the Interstate I couldn't believe it, she failed to put those Goddamn earplugs in her ear. After a few miles had passed she said she couldn't finish her jumbo coke and asked me if I wanted some."

"Sure, baby. It might help keep me alert on the highway this afternoon."

She unhitched her seat belt and slid over on the car seat to hook herself up on the belt in the middle. Then she snuggled up as close to me as she could turning slightly so her bare thigh rested slightly on mine. And, of course this maneuver caused her skirt to slide up again showing me more of her increasingly wet pussy. Her wet pussy that was so close to me I could just catch a whiff of her feminine arousal. As she offered me her soda, she leaned towards me just enough so that one of her nipples grazed against my arm sending jolts of electricity through me.

And, so it went for the rest of the day. Even after I had downed all of her soda she continued sitting as close to me as she could get instead of sliding back to her own seat. After all the flashing and the game playing now her nearness was really getting to me. Her sweet smelling skin and the light touch of perfume she had on—all blended with the sharp, tangy aroma of sex, wafting up from her micro mini—was reeling my senses. The touch of her smooth, warm thigh against mine kept my cock hard and my mind in the gutter. 

After a few more miles, she leaned her head on my shoulder and dozed off, her sweet warm breath cascading down my arm and chest. The rhythm and sweetness of her breath was like heaven. I felt nothing but love for her then—a protective father's love. I tried to will the other type of love away, the type of love my gutter mind was trying to fixate on. I kept telling myself that hey, this is my daughter and she's just trying to be chummy. You know, a little father-daughter bonding. But, my cock knew better and it pulsed and throbbed with every breath she took.

That evening we stopped at a small town just outside of St. Louis. As luck would have it the motel we stopped at had only one room available and I thought Oh my God, what do I do now? I can't sleep in the same bed as my daughter—especially not after all the dirty incestuous thoughts I'd been thinking. I just couldn't trust myself with that. But then, they told us that the room had a pair of queen-sized beds, and I sighed a huge sigh of relief. We took the room. Hopefully, I thought that Jen and I would both be so tired from the long trip that we'd both fall right to sleep and nothing would happen that we might regret later—as long as we were in separate beds.

After dinner we returned to our room and I turned on the TV to watch the news. "Why don't you take your shower first, sweetie," I said. "I'll just watch TV until you're done."

"Okay, Daddy." She peeled her top of right then and there while I was still looking at her—and then she rolled that tight skimpy skirt down her legs.

I had expected her to undress in the bathroom but no, she does it right there in front of me. Suddenly I wasn't interested in the TV anymore—not that she had that much clothing to take off anyway. The beauty of her totally naked body just took my breath away, daughter or not. I mean, not that I hadn't seen most of what she's got all day long in the car from the skimpy clothes she was wearing, but now, instead of just looking slutty and sexy, she looked just down right beautiful. She was an angel or a goddess from heaven. I watched her firm, round butt jiggle and sway side to side as she walked to the bathroom.

And, my cock was as hard as a rock again. I tried to concentrate on the TV news while listening to the shower in the other room, but my mind kept picturing the water cascading down and caressing her sweet, young body, splashing on her pert, young breasts, making her nipples even more erect than they were. I imagined her caressing her body with handfuls of soap suds, playing with her boobs, then moving down to fondle her butt. Then a soapy hand slips between her thighs in front to rub her pussy. Does she slip a finger or two inside? Could she possibly be thinking about daddy while she's doing that?

Oh such nasty thoughts I had. Vainly, I tried to banish them from my increasingly dirty mind.

Jenny emerged from the shower smelling all fresh and clean—and completely naked again. She hadn't even bothered to wrap a towel around her privates. Droplets of water hung suspended from her blond pussy hairs, glistening in the light of the motel room. Her pert young tits jiggled as she walked towards me. She had undone her pony tail and now her long, such tresses swished and swayed across her upper back and shoulders in time to the swishing and swaying of the rest of her body.

I pretended to be still watching the TV instead of leering at my daughter through the corner of my eyes.

She put her arms around my neck and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek, her freshly washed hair smelling so clean and sexy. "You're turn now, Daddy." Before I had a chance to get up out of the chair she kissed me again, but this time directly on the lips. "Daddy?" "Yes, sweetie?" "Before you take your shower could you tuck me in bed like you used to do when I was a kid?" "S-s-s-sure, if that's what you want." I giggled uneasily wondering, and half fearing, what the hell brought up this "tuck-me-in-to-bed" routine all of a sudden. 

"Please." She kissed my lips again, lingering a little longer. Her tongue briefly skittered across my lips sending chills all up and down my spine—and a new rush of blood down to my growing cock. She let out a little giggle and bounded over to her bed.

I had a hell of a time getting up out of the chair. My poor cock was completely engorged, and as it had grown erect it had crawled down my pants leg—then turned rock solid—and now I couldn't stand up all the way with out breaking the poor thing. So, I kind of hobbled over to her bed half-way bent over.

My daughter set in a kneeling position on her pillows watching with great amusement as I struggled to get myself over to the side of her bed. She continued to smile at me with that innocent, sweet smile, but her eyes told me there was a hell of a lot more to it than mere innocent giggles and fun.

Trying not to stare too much at her nakedness, I pulled her covers down for her and she scooted her lithe young body down on to the bed giggling like a school girl.

"Oh, Daddy, thank you," she said still giggling as I pulled the covers back over her body. 'Now, give me a goodnight kiss." She threw her arms around my neck before I could pull away. Still bent over, I hugged her shoulders as she plastered her face to mine. It started out as an innocent father-daughter kiss on the lips, but then she wouldn't let go. She lingered, and lingered, and lingered making me taste the sweetness of her, and to breathe her breath, while she breathed mine. Then her tongue skittered across my lips again like she did before and when I failed to break away from her she slipped her tongue directly in between my lips. 


Motel Sex



Jenny withdrew her tongue from my mouth almost as fast as she had inserted it, then she let go of me, said "Night, Daddy," and plopped her head back down on the pillow and closed her eyes.

I was most grateful for the closing of her eyes because it gave me a little privacy—something I badly needed since I couldn't straighten up all the way and walk normally. Finally, half hobbling, and half-limping, I made it to the safety of the bathroom, locked the door, and ripped my clothes off. My grateful cock, freed from its prison in my pants leg spronged out like a jack-in-the-box with such force that it stood there quivering, shaking, and bobbing up and down at full mast for a full minute after release. I was tempted, oh so tempted, to masturbate right then and there thinking about my daughter's sexy antics and the slutty way she dressed. But, then, I felt ashamed of myself again as soon as I thought the thought.

"It's my daughter, my own daughter, for crying out loud," I kept repeating to myself as if trying to talk some sense into my head. In the end I settled for a very cold shower. By the end of the cold shower my cock and stopped throbbing and had returned to near normal. I dried, wrapped the towel around my waist and went back into the bedroom. To my relief Jenny seemed to be sound asleep, so I removed my towel and put on a clean pair of underwear, then hit the sack. Fortunately, as I'd hoped, I was tired enough from the long trip that I went right to sleep instead of tossing and turning and trying to fight off a hard-on as I had feared might be the case. But then, what nasty dreams I had. First, I started dreaming about the way my daughter had been flashing me all day. I dreamt about sucking her titties—her pert, hard-on nipples. I dreamt about her pussy, I dreamt about kissing it when she flashed me. Then I dreamt that she was sitting on me fucking my brains out. The dream was so vivid that I burst awake, my palms all sweaty and my cock so fucking hard it was trying to take off like a rocket.

It was then that I realized I wasn't alone. All this time Jenny had been faking her sleep and had waited until she was sure that I was sound asleep, then she crawled into bed with me, snuggling her sexy, young body against mine. She was kissing me on the side of the face and had a hand down inside my underwear playing with my cock. No wonder my poor cock felt like it was taking off on a rocket ride.

My daughter was naked in bed with me playing with my cock!

As soon as the realization of that hit my sleep clouded mind I felt like someone had just poured a barrel of boiling oil all over my body. Every square inch of my skin burned like hell-fire. Millions of tiny ants crawled all over the inside of my skin. Every cell in my body tingled and vibrated. My brain turned to mush.

This is my daughter and she's playing with my cock! This is no dream, no fantasy, this is no not-so-innocent father-daughter flirtation. This was the real thing—and she's putting it to me.

"Daddy, Daddy," she breathed into my ear while rubbing her hot little pussy against my hip and playing with my erection. "I'm horny Daddy. Please fuck me Daddy, I need it so bad!"

I wanted to give in to her so badly, but oh my God, it was so wrong. What would she think of me later if I gave in to her now just because she thinks she wants it? "Oh Jenny, Jenny, oh sweet baby. You're my own daughter Jenny, we just can't. It's wrong, it's oh so wrong. What's gotten into you girl?"

"I'm horny Daddy, that's what's gotten into me, and I don't give a rat's fuck whether people think it's wrong or not. I just want to feel your great big beautiful cock inside of me. Please fuck me Daddy, I need it so fucking bad. I'm so horny now that if you don't give it to me I'll go out on the street and fuck the first man that passes by."

Instinctively I turned towards her and wrapped her in my arms and started giving her fatherly kisses on side of the face. "Oh no, no, no, honey, please don't do that. God knows what kind of scum . . . .Daddy doesn't want some scum bag to touch his daughter." I kissed her and hugged her some more. "Daddy only wants what's best for his baby girl."

"Well, if Daddy really wants only what's best for his baby girl, then he'd better start fucking her right now." She tossed the covers aside, yanked my underwear down to my knees, pushed me back down onto my back and straddled my torso with her thighs. She began fucking her hot, wet cunt against my ab muscles while reaching back around to find my aching, throbbing hard-on. "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me, and don't give me any of that it's so wrong crap. I've taken the pill, I'm not going to get pregnant, and this is the 21st century for Christ's sake. So, unless you want me to go out on the street and get some stupid disease you gotta give it to me now!"

"But Jenny baby, this is incest! And once we've taken that fateful step there is no turning back."

"Yesssssss, Daddy! Incest, incest, incest! That's exactly what I want. Just the thought of it makes me so fucking hot—especially with your big cock." She teased my tool with her hand. "Daddy, I want to fuck you. I want to do incest with you and I don't want to turn back—ever. It will be a memory that I'll cherish for the rest of my life." She began to raise herself up and began to position her cunt over my cock.

"B-b-b-but Jenny, sweet baby," I pretended to protest, my morals crumbling around me like a sand castle in a flash flood.

"Just be honest with yourself Daddy. I know you really want it as bad as I do, otherwise your cock wouldn't be so hard, now would it?" She grabbed my hard-on again and twisted it around and around in a circle sending new waves of pleasure through my body.

By then all my brain cells, not to mention my morals, were so totally fried that I couldn't resist her any longer. "Okay, sweetie. If that's what you really want. But first, before you put my tool inside of you, I want to lick you. You've been flashing that sweet quim of yours at me all day long and I just want to kiss it so bad. Come, please sit on Daddy's face." I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up onto me.

"Oh, yesssssss, Daddy!" She squealed with delight. "That's more like it, I'd really love that."

Jenny straddled my face and began lowering her sweet, tangy cunt towards my hungry mouth while I held on to her beautiful heart-shaped hips guiding her in to me. With her slit only inches above my face I made her pause while I stared up into her charms. I inhaled deeply, taking in all of my daughter's musky sex smell, letting it fill me up. I had not had a woman in years and now here was my own daughter waking up all of my pent up desires. I let the sweet, fresh aroma of her sex fill my lungs, then my whole soul until every cell in my body was suffused with it. My cock, especially, reacted to her musky smell throbbing and jumping and seeming to grow ever larger at the anticipation of the pleasures inside her dripping slit. Her slit, her sweet little slit, was now a raging inferno. The damp heat of it literally scalded my face. Her pussy lips were all swollen to several times their normal size. Her little man in the boat was all unhooded and pointing itself at me, beckoning. Her sweet little slit was now a throbbing, pornographic gash gushing hot girl goo.

I pursed my lips and blew up against her cunt. I directed the air stream up and down her labia, then focused on her clit.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Daddy!" She gasped.

Then my tongue shot up to lick at the sweet nectar dribbling off her swollen lips.

"Ummmmmyessssdaddy!"

Then I slithered my tongue up to her clit and started flicking it this way and that with the tip of my tongue.

"Nggggggggoddaddy! Ummmmmmmm!" My daughter moaned and writhed with pleasure. She started air fucking her hips back and forth as I teased her clit.

"That's it baby," I said as I lowered her crotch the rest of the way down to my mouth. "Fuck my face, fuck Daddy's face! Cum on, honey, show Daddy what a hot, sexy little girl you can be." 

As she mashed her pussy lips all over my mouth, I fucked my tongue as far up into her cunt as I could, trying to reach her G-spot with it, and all the time I was fondling her ass.

"Ummmmmmmmmmfffuckkkkkdaddy!" She practically screamed as she fucked her raging clit against my nose and my tongue fucked her cunt and stabbed at her G-spot.

Her hips gyrated almost spastically as she fucked my face. My own hips thrusted in time to hers, my cock fucking the air, jumping, throbbing, vibrating, quivering, bobbing this way and that as it vainly sought hot, wet, pussy.

Her whole body quivered and spasmed as she went into orgasm rubbing her sweet, tangy girl goo all over my face.

"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, that was totally awesome," she said later as she snuggled next to me in the bed. We hugged each other and exchanged soft kisses while she came back down to earth. Then she started licking her cunt juice off my face. "Oh, poor Daddy, did I make a mess all over you?"

"No, sweetie, it's not a mess. I loved every bit of it. You are such a sexy young girl, you have no idea how hot it made me doing you like that. Had I not enjoyed it, I wouldn't have such a raging hard-on as you yourself pointed out a few moments ago." 

With her lips against mine and both of us tasting her cunt juice, she giggled sending shivers all through me. Then holding my face between her hands, she inserted her tongue between my lips and frenched me out while I fondled her boobs. I'd French kissed a lot of women in my time, but never had anyone frenched me as nastily as my daughter did that night. She got me so cranked up I thought I'd explode—not just my balls but my brain and every part of me.

"Oh, poor Daddy's got such a hard-on," she said, reaching down to play with it. "Well, we'll just have to see what we can do about it."

Jenny gave my aching cock a few more tugs then she bent down and started licking it all over, from top to bottom, and all around. My daughter kissed and licked by hard-on driving me crazier than I already was. She stuck her tongue against the tip of it licking up the pre-come. Then she started jabbing her tongue in and out against the tiny cum hole as if she were trying to fuck it.

I teased her nipples with my left hand while my right hand fondled her ass. I let my fingers do the walking down her butt and up under her ass cheeks so I could tease her pussy while her tongue teased my dick.

She kissed the tip of my cock then took the head in between her lips. Holding my cock head prisoner like that between her vise-like lips she stabbed ever harder at my little cum hole with her tongue.

"Ummmmmmmmm, God, baby, ummmmmmmm!" I moaned. Now, where in the hell did my daughter learn how to do that? I wondered.

Then she took my hard-on all the way into her mouth and began sucking vigorously on it moving her head up and down like a pro. The sight of her cheeks caving in from the vacuum effect created each time she pulled her head up sent my head reeling. It looked so down right slutty and pornographic—especially realizing that this was my own daughter doing this to me. Totally mind blowing. Her sucking of my cock was more pleasure than I could stand—at least not without returning the favor. Aching desperately to pleasure her like she was doing me, I reached over and grabbed her hips with both hands pulling her torso up on top of me until I had her cunt on my mouth. Then in classic 69 position I licked and sucked away while fondling her ass and those beloved heart-shaped hips. Her hard-on nipples rubbed back and forth on my stomach muscles while she sucked me.

"Ummmmmmmm," she moaned into my cock when my mouth met her pussy. Hearing her moans of pleasure while her mouth was stuffed with my cock sent waves of pleasure through my body, but it was the vibrations her vocalizations made against my organ that really fried me. It was all I could do to keep from cumming—especially after all the arousal I'd gone through that day because of her. But, I wanted this to last—for her sake. So, I willed myself to not think so much about the pleasure she was giving me, and to concentrate on her cunt and what I could do to make her feel good.

She had already had her cum so she was not as insistent and urgent as she was the first time I ate her. I licked her up and down nice and slow savoring the smell of her, the taste of her, the feel of her, and the rhythmic, but now more gentle grinding of her hips.

Finally I couldn't take it any longer. I stopped eating her just long enough to say "Jen baby, you're going to make me cum! I'm about to explode!"

"Ummmmmmm," she sang against my cock in her mouth. Then she pulled my hard-on out of her mouth with a "pop!" sound long enough to say, "Ohhhhhh, Daddy, please. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want to feel your hot cum squirting against the roof of my mouth, against the back of my throat. I've dreamed about that for years. Oh, please Daddy, let yourself go, let me taste you." And, then, my daughter sucked my aching dick back into her mouth. She fondled my balls as she sucked ever harder and faster on my cocksicle.

And, then, I exploded into her while she squeezed my balls as if to drain me of every last drop of cum. "Nggggggggod!" I moaned as the death throes of pleasure overcame me, the death throes of pleasure from the most mind-blowing sex I'd ever had—oral incest with my own daughter.

She continued to caress my balls softly and lick my softening dick as the excitement of my body cooled down, and I continued to suck and lick her pussy until she too came. Then, she cuddled up against me, her head on my chest so we could feel each other breathe. While holding her in my arms, my itchy fingers began to toy with her nipples pushing them this way and that.

She sighed into my ear kissing me hotly. "Daddy, your cum was so fucking hot when it splattered against the back of my throat," she said stroking my stomach, "I felt the heat of it go all through my body. The way your balls contracted in my hands when you came was so sweet . . . .I just can't get over it. It sent chills all through my body. And, it still does. It makes me all hot and horny all over again just thinking about it." Jenny moved her hand down a little lower to play with my reviving tool. Her sexy talk and touches soon had me at full mast once again.

"Now you're going to really fuck me Daddy," she said as she climbed on top of me and began to insert my cunt-hungry cock between her drenched and swollen pussy lips.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhyiiiiiiiiggggggoddd!" She screamed and moaned as she slowly lowered herself down inch by inch until her pubic hairs mashed against mine. Then she began to work herself on my cock very slowly at first, then gradually faster and faster with longer and deeper strokes as she got the feel of it, and realized that the feel of it was pretty fucking good.

I played with her boobs while she fucked me, but I did not pump my hips into her. I just lay there enjoying the feel of her hot, slurpy wet, tight cunt around my dick, and enjoying the feel of her firm, young breasts in my hands. I just lay there letting her do the work, letting her find her own pleasure at her own speed.

She fucked me harder and faster, harder and faster, harder and faster. I still could hardly believe this was happening. Here I am, fucking my very own daughter—or she was fucking me. Incest! The very thought of it made my cheeks burn with hell-fire and my brain cells go on tilt. But the kink of it only made me the sex that much hotter.

"Ddddddddaaaaadddiiiii!" She moaned as she quivered and shook all over me, her girl goo gushing down my shaft mingling with my own cum to puddle together in my pubic hair.

"Oh, sweet baby, sweet baby, sweet baby," I whispered into her ear when she collapsed on top of me. She kept my softening tool inside of her while I held her in my arms, softly caressing every part of her. We must have stayed like that for half an hour just enjoying the closeness of each other.

Then we made love a couple more times before falling into a very deep sleep. Both of us slept like logs wrapped up in each other's arms until well after sun up.

The next day Jenny dressed more conservatively so I didn't have to have a heart attack every time she went into a convenience store or restaurant. And, surprise of all surprises, she never put those stupid earplugs in her ears for the rest of the trip. Instead, we had hours upon hours of Father-Daughter conversations. She really opened up to me and we talked about love, sex, life in general, my failed marriage with her mother, what college life is like, and of course, more sex.

Each night when we stopped I no longer had to worry about separate beds—much less separate rooms—since we both knew that we'd be fucking each other's brains out from the get go.

All too soon we arrived in Arizona and I dropped her off at her dorm. In parting we promised we'd give each other some hot incest phone sex at least once a week.

Other than that, all I can say is that I can hardly wait until Xmas break when she'll be home again. 



Motel Stories 01 - Alexandra



Motel service par excellence!

NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.

This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved.

"Excuse me, sir. I understand you might be looking for a two-hole punch?"

That's what she said when I answered the door.

I was in the motel I was staying at during a business trip out west. The flights in had been OK -- nothing special. No late flights to complain about, no bizarre seatmates. Just a nice seven and a half hours of flight time in those comfortable and spacious coach seats (haven't found the "sarcasm" font yet -- and it wouldn't carry over to the site anyway).

When I checked in, the young lady at the desk, Kelsey, was very polite and professional. I tried to be the same way, but it was difficult as she was quite a little cutie. About five-five. Some people (idiots) would say she was maybe a little heavy. I'd say curvy with a very strong chance of nicely huggable. Blond, with a short but feminine haircut. Delicate little ring in the piercing on one side of her nose.

I managed to get checked in without flirting with her and dragged my stuff up to the room.

The following morning I met my fellow travelers in the small eating area for their buffet-style breakfast and noticed the desk was manned (literally). We finished our breakfast and headed out into the wilderness to take care of the reason for the trip.

After a long day, we returned to the motel that night and took advantage of the manager's reception -- another small buffet-style meal served in the same area. We'd stayed in the same motel several times when conducting business in the area so we were quite familiar with the place and it had almost started to feel like "home" -- but just barely "almost".

That night the desk was being attended by another beautiful young lady by the name of Carlie. She was about five-ten and looked to be fairly fit. Light brunette hair. Since I'd already checked in, I had limited contact with her and managed to keep from flirting with her as well.

The next night, the young lady at the desk was Alexandra. She was the one that caught my eye.

I don't have a "type". At least not appearance-wise. But there was something about her that drew me. And that made me cautious.

Not scared. But definitely cautious. You can't ever be too cautious in my line of work.

She was about five-seven and had dark brown hair -- really dark brown hair -- almost black. Not the kind that comes out of a bottle, just a really, really dark shade of brown. Shoulder length with bangs cut straight across the front with a little under-curl.

It appeared she had a tight figure, almost a runner's body, from the few short glances I had taken at her from near the desk and from the service window near the little "convenience supplies" section. Coincidentally, when they were busy at the desk, that window gave some stunning shots of some really nice backsides.

From my seat with my back in the corner of the eating area that afternoon, I could look up and see her as she first glanced our way and then took longer and longer looks our way.

I watched out the tops or the corners of my eyes without making direct eye contact to see who it was she was paying attention to, but it was difficult to make it out from that far away. As we sat and ate, all the members of our small party got up to get seconds or drinks except me, and the glances kept coming toward our table.

After a short while I decided to grab something else to drink myself. As I moved through the room I kept my face pointing toward the buffet area but watched her, again out of the corners of my eyes, as she tracked my progress. Interesting.

I got my drink, went back, sat and finished our discussion, then went up to my room.

Over the next few days I made it a point to talk to Kelsey and Carlie every time I passed the desk, with a "good afternoon" or a "have a nice night". I didn't avoid or intentionally exclude Alexandra, she just didn't seem to be working as often.

But she was working every few days and every time she did and I happened to be eating down there her eyes were almost always focused in that back corner. A few times she seemed startled to find a customer standing across from her and then she appeared to have to think about what she needed to say. Also interesting.

A week and a half into the trip I was working on some reports as part of the project and decided to print copies of them and put them into a folder to keep organized, so I saved them to a data-stick, carried it to the business center, pulled them up and printed them.

I stopped at the desk and asked if she had a two-hole punch I could borrow for a minute or three. Carlie looked around the desk and even went into the back office, but when she came back out she said she couldn't find one. She was sure they had one, but she just couldn't find it at the moment. I asked if she by chance had a one-hole punch as I could just mark the holes and punch them individually. She looked again and wasn't able to find one of those either.

I told her I'd try back again later.

The next night as I came through the lobby, Kelsey got my attention and told me they had found the two-hole punch. After dinner I went up to the room, got the reports, took them downstairs and punched the necessary holes. I thanked her and gave her the hole punch back.

A few nights later, I noticed Alexandra working the desk as I passed through and made it a point to say, "Hey, Alexandra. How's your day going?"

She started, then smiled shyly at me and said, "It's going OK so far."

I paused and said, "Just OK? Not fantastic? Or super? Or outstanding? Just OK? Sure hope it gets better for you," then continued on to the buffet.

She kept looking my way as I ate, but this time she smiled every time she looked my way. When I finished eating I took a right past the convenience supplies window and looked in as I did. Of course I looked in.

And she was bent slightly over the desk pushing her butt out a bit -- which was cool. What was cooler was that she smiled even bigger when she saw me check her out as I went past since she was looking over her shoulder.

I ran out to the car to grab something then, instead of coming in the door at that end of the building, I walked quickly to the front door and came inside. As I walked past the desk I said, "Hey, Alexandra. How's your day going?"

She stood up from where she was leaning behind the desk with a confused look on her face, turned and looked over her shoulder at the convenience supplies window, then back at me as she smiled still with that confused look on her face and said, "It's going OK so far."

I said, "Just OK? Not fantastic? Or super? Or outstanding? Just OK? Sure hope it gets better for you."

As I walked away I heard her say something to herself. It sounded like she said, "It's going to," but when I glanced back as I turned the corner she was looking down at something on the desk.

I went back to my room, watched TV for a while, then turned it off and went to sleep.

I had actually already woken back up (thanks to still being on east-coast time while working on the west coast) and was trying to decide whether to get out of bed or not when I heard a soft knock on my door.

I slid out of bed and moved toward the door, checking to see how many shadows were showing through the gap under it, then approached it from the side and leaned across to glance through the fish-eye lens.

I started to relax when I realized it was "only" Alexandra. Then I tensed again wondering why she was here at this time of the morning.

While I was still considering the situation I saw her shadow move away from the door and I started to go back to bed.

But then I heard that same soft knock.

Since I hadn't moved very far, I opened the door about a foot almost as soon as her knuckles left the door the last time.

She looked up, startled at how quickly the door had opened.

"Can I help you, Alexandra?" I asked.

She actually looked down at her chest to see if she was still wearing her nametag before looking back up.

"I know your name, Alexandra. I don't need a nametag to remember it."

"Oh," she said in a soft voice. Then she stood there hesitantly.

I leaned into the door frame to get a little closer to her and asked again, "Can I help you, Alexandra?"

I could see her trying to remember the line she had planned to say. "Excuse me, sir. I understand you might be looking for a two-hole punch?"

"Well thanks, Alexandra, but I got one from Kelsie a few nights ago."

Her eyes flicked down to the floor and I could have sworn she muttered, "Shit," under her breath, but then she looked back up at me and gave me a shy little smile and said, "Are you sure I can't help you with anything?"

"What did you have in mind, Alexandra?"

"Oh, Carlie and Kelsey said you were looking for a two- or even a one-hole punch and, well, I have a hole or two that you might be interested in punching -- as long as you punch gently?"

"Well, Alexandra, I think you might have gotten the wrong idea." Her face fell. "Or is it possible that Kelsey and Carlie were playing a joke on you and made my request sound different than what it actually was? I really was only looking for something to punch holes in some paperwork."

Her face flared with color and I definitely heard her mumble, "Shit," under her breath this time. I knew I had heard it because I had slowly been closing the already-short distance between us.

"Sorry to have bothered you," she muttered and started to turn away from the door.

"But since you're here and I'm awake already, why don't you come in? You're shift is over and someone else has the desk now, right?"

"Yes," she smiled that shy smile back up at me. "I told the guy who replaced me that I was going to use the bathroom and hid in there for a while until I knew he had gone back to the back office then used the stairs so he wouldn't hear the elevator."

"Well, then. It appears you do have something in mind. C'mon in," and I opened the door more widely.

She ducked under the arm I was using to hold the door open and slipped inside.

I leaned slightly out into the hallway and looked both directions, then stepped away from the door and closed it and flipped the deadbolt.

When I turned to look at her, she was standing at the foot of the bed with her right hand holding her left elbow so her right forearm was across her body.

I recognized it as a defensive gesture and turned right back to the door and opened it.

She looked at me in confusion as I held it open.

"You...you...you're kicking me out?"

"I'm not kicking you out, but I'm giving you the opportunity to leave. I'm not completely sure -- and, more importantly, I don't think you're completely sure -- you should be here."

"No! I want to be here!! I'm just nervous because I'm afraid I might do something wrong. I've been watching you every night I've worked and you intrigue the hell out of me. I can't keep my eyes off you when you're around. I love the way you walk around like you control everything around you and the way you sit and manage to pay attention to everything and everyone around you. I've come up to your room every night since I first saw you and never had the courage to knock until tonight."

"So why are you so nervous?"

"Um... I... Oh, WOW!!"

Believe it or not, she was either so shy or so distracted it had taken her this long to realize I was standing there naked.

"Ye-e-e-s-s-s-s?"

I stood there with my hands on my hips and stared at her as my cock began to swell.

"Oh, my, god! You are even more beautiful than I had imagined!" she said. Then she reached down, grabbed the waist of her blouse and pulled it off over her head, revealing her naked B-cup breasts and their erect nipples.

She tossed it to the side as she kicked her shoes over on top of the blouse, then unbuttoned her slacks and wiggled her hips as she shimmied them down her legs.

She stepped on the edge of one sock and pulled her foot out of it, then switched feet and repeated the move.

She kicked the pile of slacks and socks over to join her shoes and blouse. Then she stood back up, folded her hands in front of her crotch with her fingers interlaced, and just stood there.

I closed the door and continued to stare at her until she pulled her hands to her sides, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pushed them to the ground as she slowly bent at the waist. This caused her hair to fall forward to shadow her face.

Instead of standing back up, she held her panties on the ground with her hands and pulled her feet out, then kept her hands on her panties as she knelt with her knees spread wide to either side of her forearms and her back arched slightly to better present her breasts. The position also presented a peek at her neatly trimmed pussy between her forearms.

Once she was settled, she lifted her panties in both hands on outstretched arms to me, almost as an offering with her head still bowed.

I considered her for a moment or two more, trying to figure out what was going on in her head.

I was pretty sure I had figured it out, and found out I was right when quietly stepped closer, hooked a finger and took them from her.

As I took her panties she dropped her hands to her thighs with her palms up and her fingers curled only slightly. I lifted her panties and felt their wetness as I audibly inhaled her scent.

I stared down at her another moment longer, then let my voice get husky and low as I rumbled, "Your offering is acceptable."

I watched a cute little shiver start at her shoulders and work its way down to the flare of her hips. Then I stepped slightly closer and used the end of my cock to gently part the curtain of hair across her face.

I waited until she leaned just the tiniest bit forward to place her tongue under the head of my cock.

And I waited some more to see what she would do.

We stayed there, as still as statues, for almost a minute before her head bobbed as she swallowed once without pulling her tongue from my cock or closing her mouth. A minute might not seem like a long time, but try not swallowing for a full minute -- especially when you have something delicious on your tongue.

Then her tongue started to gently stroke that tender patch of skin under the head.

She wasn't licking like pull, release, make contact again and repeat like she was licking a lollipop. She was sliding her soft, wet tongue slowly forward and backward across the underside of my head while her hot, shaky breath gave the rest of it caresses of another sort.

As I knew she was going to have to try to swallow with her mouth open again I began to slowly inch my feet forward without having to shift my balance from side to side to let her know what I was doing. At the same time I was pulling my hips back slightly.

As I felt the amount of saliva in her mouth build up, I slowly slid the head of my cock farther forward until I felt her lips close around it.

Her convulsive swallow was followed by a groan. Which was followed by a grunt as she realized she had taken some of her own hair into her mouth. I had been waiting for it and as soon as her hand began to move, I growled, "No-o-o-o!"

Her hand stilled on her thigh and I reached out with both hands and pulled her hair back away from her face and behind her head. I gathered it together like a pony-tail and held it gently in one hand.

Then, to her consternation, I went still again.

She slowly began to move again, using the roof of her mouth and her tongue to milk the head of my cock, using first slow motions while maintaining suction then gradually picking up speed, but still with only the head in her mouth.

Then she stopped.

And started again, slowly building speed. As she did, she began to slowly pull her head back and I followed with my cock.

When she had reached that fastest speed again she pushed forward, trying to get my whole cock in her mouth. But just as I felt my head hit the back of her throat I tightened my grasp on her pony-tail and pulled back on it as I pulled my hips back.

She groaned as I did and tried to take more of my cock in. I let her try, but didn't let her get the whole thing in.

I wasn't teasing her. I just didn't want her gagging on me. Not because I'm a "nice guy", but because I had no idea what she'd eaten or drank lately and had no desire to find out.

I pulled her head back until she was again supporting the head of my cock with her tongue. She paused, then turned her head slightly to the side, wrapped her tongue under my cock and slid her mouth and tongue all the way down it to my balls. When she got there, she released her tongue from my cock and gently licked my sack slowly several times before giving it a cute little kiss.

Then she used her nose to nuzzle my cock up and over her nose as she dragged her tongue across my sack as she began to lick my balls on that side as well. Then she wrapped her tongue back around my cock and dragged her mouth back up to the head.

I allowed her to continue to move her mouth over my cock that way over and over until I was about to cum, then pulled her back by the pony-tail until only my head was in her mouth.

She figured out what was about to happen because she clamped her lips around the ridge of my head and began to work her tongue on the underside of my head until I blew my load into her mouth, growling loudly as I did.

I tried to keep my hips still, but was unable to. But I did release her pony-tail and her head followed my cock as she continued to suck until my orgasm was complete, then she continued to work her tongue over my softening cock as she pulled and sucked every last drop out of it.

I squatted down in front of her and reached out to gently part the curtain of her hair with my fingertips. I smiled into her eyes as I slid my hands down across her face, down her neck, across her shoulders, then down her arms until I finally grasped her upper arms in my hands, stood as I lifted her, and lightly tossed her onto the bed.

She started to scoot back toward me and I pointed at her and growled, "STAY!!"

I ducked into the bathroom and waited in there until I could piss, then came back out.

As I had expected, she had frozen exactly as she was when I had growled at her. And no, she hadn't moved and then gone back to the same position. She had not moved at all. Well, except for the way her breasts were moving because of the heavy breathing she was doing.

And her nipples were making some very interesting circles in the air.

I grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her to the foot of the bed. When her ass was about to slide off the foot of the bed I pushed her feet down. Because she tensed unconsciously, her torso rocked upward.

As it did, I dropped (lowered myself quickly, actually) to my knees, shoving her knees outward as I did.

She realized I was right in front of her and started to reach her hands out to touch me, but I grabbed them and pushed them behind her back until her wrists were crossed. Then I grabbed them in one hand, squeezed a little, leaned in and growled, "Keep them there until or unless I tell you to move them. OK?"

She nodded and I moved my hands up to the sides of her face as I leaned in to kiss her. She started to lean forward herself and I growled. She froze and I began to gently kiss her face. I kissed her cheek just to one side of her mouth. Then I pulled back and kissed just to the other side of her mouth. I pulled back again and looked at her until her eyes flicked up to mine. When they did, they froze there as I leaned in toward her only to pull up at the last second and kiss her on the tip of her nose before pulling back again.

I was the one to break eye contact this time as I stared at her mouth, licked my lips and growled. I made eye contact, leaned in again, tilted her head to one side and... Stopped about a half inch short of her lips.




Motel Stories 01 - Alexandra



As soon as she started to lean forward I growled again.

I tilted her head the other way and leaned slightly forward and stopped again. And growled again as she started to lean in.

She froze again.

This time when I leaned in I kissed her softly and gently on the lips.

I kissed her slowly and gently until her mouth opened, then alternated my kisses between her upper and lower lips, back and forth until I felt the tip of her tongue reach out to caress my lips.

As soon as I felt it I froze and growled.

She finally got the idea and stayed still as I leaned in to kiss her.

This time it was my tongue that reached out to gently caress the inside of her upper lip -- and she stayed still.

I used the tip to caress the inside of her lower lip and she stayed still.

I tilted her head farther to the side to allow me greater access to her mouth and began to kiss her fully and wholly.

I pulled back from her mouth long to growl, "Release," and her tongue responded to mine, twining around it and stroking it like she had licked my cock earlier.

We kissed for a few minutes and eventually she got to the point of having both her lips wrapped around my tongue and slowly sliding them back and forth on it like she was giving my tongue a blowjob while flicking her tongue all around the tip.

I finally broke contact and pulled her face away from mine.

She whimpered but stayed still.

I stood up, dragging the tip of my cock across one thigh, then back and forth across her stomach.

I adjusted my position and got the tip of my cock into position to gently prod the bottom of her right breast, then dragged it across to prod the bottom of her left one. Her head lowered as she watched the path of my cock trailing across her warm flesh.

Then I stepped back.

I stood and regarded her for a moment waiting to see if she was going to look up.

When she didn't, I said, "Raise your arms over your head," then I watched to see what she did.

As they climbed to full extension, I watched as her forearms slid across each other until her wrists were crossed. They paused there for a second before her hands twisted and she interlaced her fingers with both of her palms facing me. She held that position for a few seconds, then went back to having her wrists crossed and she stopped there.

I waited another minute or so to see if she moved and she didn't. As I waited, I observed how she had arched her back as her arms rose to press her breasts outward while still keeping her head down.

I knelt and placed a hand on either hip. She jumped a little and I realized she had closed her eyes.

I slowly slid my hands down the tops of her thighs, across her knees and down the fronts of her shins to her ankles.

When my hands reached her ankles I stopped and slowly wrapped my hands around her ankles and squeezed slightly. Her moan told me she was appreciating the pressure.

I released her ankles and slid my hands behind her calves from the inside, with the backs of my hands touching her skin.

As my hands rose up the backs of her calves, they eventually came up beneath her knees and continued on to lift her thighs off the bed.

She maintained perfect posture as she was slowly tilted backward until her back came to rest on the comforter.

Once she was in that position, I slid my hands back down to her ankles and pulled them down until her calves came to rest on my shoulders.

Then as I leaned forward I used my grip on her calves to cross her ankles in the middle of my back below my neck.

I eased forward slightly and breathed in the delicate smell of her wet pussy, held my breath for a moment, then softly blew a narrow stream of air over her swollen lips. My face was far enough away that the stream of air had time to cool so that, instead of a nice warm flow of air, she got a cool tickle.

She whimpered and her heels twitched on my back.

I did it again and got the same whimper and twitch.

The third time she started to dig her heels in, but stopped instantly as I growled.

The next time I got my face closer and instead of blowing cool air on her, I just allowed a long slow exhale to warm her back up.

Then I paused and watched her face between those delectable breasts. Just as she started to lift her head to see what I was doing I leaned in that last little bit and dragged my tongue up her wet slit.

She arched her back and moaned, but not before I saw her head snap back down onto the covers.

I took advantage of the opportunity to slide my hands and arms up the side of her torso to palm her breasts, with my palm on the undersides, my thumb and little finger on either side of her pert little breasts and her erect nipples trapped between my middle and ring fingers.

I licked her slowly then.

I gently contracted both hands, both squeezing her entire breasts and slightly pinching the nipples.

I licked the gap between her inner and outer lips on her left side.

I squeezed again.

I licked the gap between her inner and outer lips on her right side.

I licked straight up the middle of her sex then paused with my tongue just short of touching her clit and waited.

And waited.

I slowly dragged the tip of my tongue from side to side on her lips, but without moving it closer to her swollen clit.

She didn't even twitch her legs this time.

I slowly licked up the middle of her slit again and again as I heard her breathing deepen.

I watched as her lower back began to arch up off the bed.

I slowly began to carry my licks closer and closer to her clit.

When I figured the time was right, I planted my mouth on her pussy around her clit.

I pulled a gentle suction on her clit, eliciting another moan, then reached out with the tip of my tongue and began to slowly circle it around her clit.

I didn't do anything when her hips started moving against my mouth. Not because I didn't care, but because I had plans.

I circled her little clit with my tongue as her hips gyrated more and more vigorously.

I waited until her heels twitched up against my back.

Then I growled. But this time it wasn't just a growl.

I slightly increased the suction, placed the flat of my tongue on the underside of her clit and wiggled it very slightly, almost vibrating it, and let the growl carry the vibrations of my chest neck and head directly into her groin.

At the same time I squeezed her nipples hard between my fingers and then just held the fuck on.

Her entire body rolled like a wave as her hips lifted against my mouth then dropped, then the small of her back raised off the bed and dropped, then her breasts pressed into my hands and fell back before I saw her chin lift and then fall.

Those undulations increased in speed and distance as I kept up the suction, the lick and the growl until she answered with a growl of her own that turned into a howl as her orgasm crashed over her.

I continued to suck and lick and growl on her little clit until her ankles released and she put her heels on my shoulders and gently pushed.

I pulled back and waited as her heels fell back to my back and watched as her body slowly quieted.

I waited to see what she was going to do.

And waited.

She wasn't moving at all.

But then I noticed she was.

Her cute little pussy was contracting and relaxing.

Not like it did during her orgasm, but slowly and deliberately, like she was trying to pull something in.

And hey, who am I to deny a lady?

I reached up and pulled her feet gently from my shoulders and back toward her then reached behind me to the TV stand and pulled a condom from where I'd placed it on my way back from pissing.

I quickly tore the packet open, took it out and rolled it down my cock.

I grabbed her ankles again and lifted them until her legs were straight and used them as a guide as I dragged my cockhead down to the opening of her cunt.

When I got there, I slowly slid the tip of my cock inside that warm, wet tunnel and discovered this girl had some endurance.

As I slowly slid my cock slowly farther and farther inside, she kept up those contractions and I was glad I had that condom on. If I'd have been bareback, I'd have come for sure already.

As it was, I wasn't sure how long I was going to make it.

I finally slid all the way to the hilt then started to drag myself back out of her.

But it was difficult, as those contractions seemed to be trying to pull me back in, or at least trying to keep me from pulling out.

OK, something else was moving. Her lips had turned up in a very satisfied little smile.

I slowly began to increase the pace of my thrusts and she tried to keep pace with her contractions until she couldn't or my pace grew too fast, then it was just a relax-as-I-slid-in and clench-as-I-drew-out motion.

I kept that up for a few more minutes before my knees and back started getting sore.

At that point I grabbed her ankles and pulled them down and around until her calves were resting on my lower back.

I snapped my fingers and her eyes popped open and I motioned over her head as I said, "Wrists!"

She lifted them off the bed and toward me without uncrossing them and I grabbed her forearms and pulled her torso up off the bed until I could hook her arms over my neck.

Once I had her in position, I wrapped my arms around the small of her back, pushed slightly on the bottom of the bed with my knees and managed to stand.

But I didn't stay standing for long. I quickly turned around and sat on the bed myself, supporting her ass with my thighs.

She arched her back then, and used her crossed wrists to pull my head forward toward her tits. I growled and made her freeze.

Yeah, like fuck I did.

I lowered my face to her breasts and began to slowly lick up the bottom of one breast as her cunt continued those rhythmic contractions on my cock.

As I licked slowly up the bottom of that breast I matched the vertical motion with a combination of a clench of my thighs and a push off the ground with my toes, slightly lifting her ass and letting my cock slide out of her slowly clenching pussy.

Then, when my tongue slid slowly off her nipple and her little tit would fall, I'd let my feet fall and her tight little body would drop onto my cock.

I was able to keep that up for a while before my calves cramped.

When I first started to groan Alexandra pulled back, looked me in the eyes and groaned, "NO! Please don't cum yet!"

"One, you don't tell me what to do!" I growled at her. "And two, I'm not - both of my calves just cramped!"

She did let her wrists uncross then and uncoiled her legs from around my waist as her hands moved down my neck and across my shoulders, then she pushed me back until I was resting on the bed.

She rocked a little to one side and bent her leg on the opposite side before rocking to the other side and did the same thing.

She left her hands on my shoulders as she started to rock up and down on my cock, still using the clench-and-release motion.

She got about three rocks into that when her knee slipped off the bottom of the bed.

"Can you scoot up?" she asked.

I used my shoulders and elbows to slowly work my way up the bed and she slowly used her knees to crawl her way up with me.

The combination of my hips moving back and forth and her hips swiveling was almost enough to set me off, but we stopped just in time.

Apparently she realized that because she paused both the bouncing and the clenching.

She just sat there looking into my eyes and I was enjoying watching the things I saw flickering in those eyes.

I lifted my hands to her breasts and placed them where they had been when she was on her back and began to once again gently squeeze them.

After about ten or fifteen squeezes, she picked up the rhythm with that tight little cunt and we just stayed there, both squeezing and relaxing.

Eventually she started to rock up and down on my cock again and the pace of our squeezing and her rocking began to pick up until her hips were slamming down on my thighs.

I was watching her face and eyes and the little smiles on her lips were definitely being reflected in her eyes.

She was banging her body harder and harder on me when her eyes went wide and her hands flew from my shoulders to her own thighs and she knelt perfectly upright. I let go of her breasts and put my hands on her hips.

She knelt there and her body rocked very slightly side-to-side and forward and backward in an almost hypnotic motion . The thought crossed my mind that the only two things I had ever seen move like that before were a praying mantis or a cobra at a snake-charming demonstration.

As I watched, her eyes slowly began to roll back into her head and I was just starting to wonder if she was having a fit of some kind when she took a deep breath in and when she let it out, it came out with an, "oh...My...GOOOOOOOODDDDDD!!!!!!"

She quivered there for another few seconds before she dropped her hands back to my shoulders and looked into my eyes as she breathed hard.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

She gave me a sly smile from under that curtain of hair and said, "I just became a THREE-hole punch!!"

"OK... So are you OK?"

"Oh, fuuuck yeeeaaaaah!! I had heard all kinds of stories about how it was going to hurt, or burn or sting or something, but that last time I came up just a little too far your cock slipped out of my cunt and when I wiggled a little to try to get it back in it was lined up on my pussy, but when I dropped it slid back and shot straight up my ass!"

I could feel her start to slowly rock her hips from side-to-side, then front-to-back, before she slowly began to slide her body back up and down on my cock.

I pulled my knees up, planted my feet and began to slightly push up into her to match the downward thrust of her hips.

After a bunch of mutual thrusts Alexandra lifted her hands from my shoulders and rested her ass cheeks and lower back against my thighs.

I raised my hands back to her breasts and began to squeeze them again.

Her hands slid off her thighs and into her crotch.

I reached up and pulled a pillow down and under my head so I could watch what she was doing.

She was using the two middle fingers of her left hand to rub in the folds of her pussy lips as she used the tips of the two middle fingers of her right hand to rub on either side of her clit.

We rocked that way a few more moments and then her two middle fingers curled farther until they slid up inside her pussy. Her pointer and little finger trailed the inside of her thighs until they suddenly clenched together and I could feel them clamped to the sides of my cock.

"Ooooohhhhhh, shiiiiiiiiit!! I can feel my asshole stretched around your fucking cock every time it comes dooooownnnnn!! That is so fucking hooottttttttt!!!"

Then it occurred to me that I had to get her back in the zone, so I released my grasp on her breasts and her eyes flew open.

"Don't worry. I got this," I said.

She rocked a few more times and then her eyes flew open again as I grasped just her nipples tightly between the sides of my forefingers below and my thumbs above and I pulled down on her nipples hard. This "forced" her ass down onto my cock.

I held her there for a second or six, then slowly pulled upward on her nipples.

She stayed down with my cock buried up her ass until she "had" to rise with the pressure, then she stayed at the top of the stroke with just the head of my cock still in her ass as I "forced" her back down, listening to her moan as she was slowly impaled on my cock and her own fingers again.

I slowly began to increase the pace of my tugging on her nipples as her body rose and fell.

As the speed of her vertical movement increased, so did the speed of her fingertips flying across her clit.

I watched her closely and at just the right time I dragged her down, squeezed her nipples just a little bit harder and twisted them just slightly as I growled "Cum for me!!"

And she did.

Her body rocked back and forth, she shook, her abdominal muscles clenched and released and I could feel her little asshole squeezing and releasing on my prick.

When she finally quieted, she pulled her fingers from her cunt, put her hands on my shoulders, then slowly lowered herself until her breasts were pressed into my chest.

She began to kiss along the left side of my jaw-line until she got to the tip of my chin, then she pushed herself up a little off my cock to kiss me on the lips.

Our tongues intertwined as we kissed -- and her hips rocked just a little to-and-fro as she moaned her pleasure.

I reached up and grabbed her head and held it still as I stiffened my tongue and used my grasp on her head to pull her mouth down onto my tongue as her asshole slid that short distance up my cock, then pushed her back down as my tongue slid from her mouth and her moan intensified.

I rocked her that way, with her ass being filled as my tongue slipped from her mouth, then her lips being spread by my tongue as my cock slipped out of her ass for a few more minutes, staring her in the eyes as I did, until she shuddered her way through another orgasm.

As she started to clench up I pulled my tongue from her mouth since I didn't want her to bite it and she began to mutter, "Oh, shit! Oh fuck! Fuck my tight little asshole! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

This time she didn't "quiet", she "collapsed".

We lay there like that as my cock slowly softened until it slid from her ass.

Finally I nudged her and got her to shift sideways until I could get my arms under her knees and back and I scooted to the foot of the bed until I could get my feet on the floor.

Once they were down I surged upward and carried her into the bathroom. I lowered her legs to the floor and reached in to turn the shower on.

As we waited for the water to warm up, she snuggled into me, one cute little tit pressed into my chest and the other into the left side of my torso, tucked her face into the hollow of my neck and began to kiss me softly on the neck.

Once the water had warmed up we stepped into the shower and I slid the door shut.

Then I re-opened it as I slid the condom from my cock, leaned around the corner and tossed it into the trash can.

I held her against my left side as I grabbed the soap began to lather it against her back.

I put the soap back so I could use both hands and began to slowly massage it into her back. As I massaged it up her back, she pulled her face back from my neck to get her hair wet, then pulled it around to the right side of her neck.

As I rubbed my soapy hands over her back she put her arms around my back and snuggled in again.

When my hands drifted down her back to her ass cheeks, she parted her legs and carefully slid her left thigh between my legs and the right one on the outside of my left thigh. I obliged her and dropped my right leg back a bit.

I soaped her ass cheeks and was going to move back up her back when she pushed her pussy hard into my thigh.

I went back to soaping her butt cheeks and as I soaped them, I began to cup them in my palms and squeeze gently.

With each squeeze, she thrust her puss against my thigh. Then she stopped and pulled away from my thigh. I thought something had made her uncomfortable and stilled my hands on her ass.

Then she began to clench her cheeks and wiggle. It only took me a short half second to figure that one out and my right hand slowly slid down her crack.

As my fingertips grazed the little rose-bud of her asshole she groaned and again thrust her pussy against my thigh, then started rocking up and down against it.

I circled the outside with the tip of my middle finger, around and around, faster and faster and her thrusts against my thigh kept up with my pace.

Then I stopped the swirl and held the tip of that finger right in the center and jiggled it just a little.




Motel Stories 01 - Alexandra



I pulled her upward on my thigh with my left hand and followed her with my right finger.

When she had gotten to the tips of her toes I continued to lift with that fingertip, still jiggling until the jiggle turned into a circling motion as it eased farther and farther inside her.

When I figured she had relaxed enough again I eased the tip farther in and began to circle that inner ring of muscle.

She moaned and began to literally chew on my collarbone. She was licking it and sucking on it and caressing it with her lips, too, but she was still biting on it every once in a while.

As I continued to slowly invade her ass with my finger I just as slowly began to lean back until her feet left the floor, supported by my left hand on her ass cheek and her pussy on my thigh.

I waited until I could feel that I was holding most of her weight with my left hand (and yeah, until my arm began to cramp), then I let go with my hand and allowed her body weight to slam her down onto my finger.

This time she didn't bite my collarbone.

With the way her body was hunching, with her pussy rubbing on my thigh and her stomach clenching, she could only reach my chest and she took a huge bite of my pec and held on.

She rocked her pussy against my thigh for a few minutes until she shivered her way through another orgasm.

When she stilled from that one, she turned around, arched her back and reached down with both hands to spread her ass cheeks to straddle my thigh with her asshole and the bottom of her pussy touching my thigh, then rested her shoulder blades back against my chest and slid her arms up and behind my neck.

"You ready for another one?" I asked.

"I don't think I could stand another one right now. I have cramps in muscles I didn't know I had. Especially up inside me."

I began to soap her shoulders and down her front, spending more than a few minutes soaping up those pert breasts and pinching her nipples between my soapy fingers before sliding my hands down to soap her belly and then on down to caress the skin of her pussy.

I ran all four fingers down her cunt, all on the outside -- or tried to. As open as her pussy was, there wasn't a whole lot of "outside". My middle two fingers slipped into the spaces between her inner and outer lips and I slid the full length of my fingers up and down.

Her hips began to rock again, this time rocking from pressing her ass into my thigh, then pushing her pussy against it as her lower back arched in an amazing display of flexibility.

As she did, my fingers traced that silky smooth crevice over and over.

She turned her head over her shoulder and began to kiss me, the water running down over our faces and bodies.

This slight movement of her body caused her to rise up on her toes and made it easier to reach her pussy.

I slid my thumb onto the side of her outer lip on one side and my fingertips on the outside of the outer lip on the other side.

I gradually began to squeeze her cunt as I pulled upward a little with each squeeze.

Then I moved my left hand up to begin to squeeze her little tit.

I continued to pull upward with my right hand, running the side of the heel of my hand and my thumb up the one side and the fingertips up the other.

After a short while I quit the up and down motion and just began to squeeze her lips together as I began to pull them outward away from her body. At the same time, I began to increase the pressure with the tip of my little finger against the heel of my hand.

I gradually sped the pace of rhythmic massage on both her pussy and her breast until I released the grasp of her entire lips and re-grasped the upper portion with just my thumb and the inside of the top knuckle.

I also grasped her left nipple the same and continued to increase the pace yet a little more.

It didn't take long before she let her hands fly from around my neck as she jerked and shuddered through another orgasm and used them to pull my hands away from her shaking body.

"Enough!! Enough!! I may not be able to walk tomorrow!"

"See, you just needed to have faith in me," I joked.

"What are you talking about?"

"You said you didn't think you could stand another orgasm. But I managed to, um, squeeze one more out of you."

She spun around and wrapped her arms around me in a huge hug.

We slowly washed each other and she took great delight in soaping up my cock and balls before rinsing them as she knelt in front of me. Her attentions caused it to begin to swell.

She pulled her head back, then leaned and looked at it more closely, slowly tilting her head from side to side as she held the tip in her hand and lifted it and moved it around while she gently caressed my balls.

I was actually beginning to think there might be something wrong when she looked up at me, smiled and said, "Missed a spot!"

Before I could ask a question or move or anything, she lunged forward, wrapped her mouth around my cock and continued lunging until her nose was buried in my trimmed pubic hair. All the while her eyes were twinkling as they were locked with mine.

I'm not huge, but I felt it when the head of my cock slipped into the back of her throat and beyond. And she didn't gag.

She continued to stare into my eyes as her eyes themselves smiled back. Then I both saw it and felt it as she smiled back with her lips.

She swallowed then, or made a swallowing motion. Either way, her throat worked on the head of my cock and I groaned. Still while she was smiling up into my eyes.

She pulled back until she had just the head of my cock on her tongue and went back to that forward-and-backward motion with it.

She pulled off then, smiled up at me and said, "Look who doesn't have a gag reflex, huh?"

I reached down with my left hand and wove my fingers into her hair as she wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock and began to use her tongue on the underside again.

I pulled her head forward and felt her throat on me again.

I slowly pulled her away, paused, then pulled her back again.

She reached up, grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers from her hair. I thought for a minute I had hurt her or that she didn't like that after all, but was pleased when she put my hand on my own hip before grabbing my other wrist and putting that hand on my other hip.

Then she scooted forward on her knees until I had to spread my legs for her to fit between them.

She smiled up at me again with both her mouth and her eyes as she ran both of her hands up my abs, across my chest and back down my abs before grazing my fingers as she then ran them around to grasp my ass.

She kept her hands there and still continued to stare into my eyes as she wrapped her lips around the head of my shaft again and used those hands to pull me in.

She continued to rock my hips into her face and set one hell of a rhythm. She would pull me in until the head of my cock barely hit the back of her mouth, pull me off, pull me in, pull me off, pull me in, pull me off, then on the fourth pull in, she would take me into her throat and gulp twice -- all while smiling into my eyes with hers and without gagging.

She continued that rhythm, mouth, mouth, mouth, throat, gulp-gulp for only a few minutes.

I saw by the look in her eyes that something had occurred to her and then she proved what a quick learner she was when the look in her eyes changed from smiling to mischievous.

Then next time she pulled the head of my cock into her throat instead of gulping... She hummed. I have no idea how. It didn't seem possible with my cock jammed down her throat, but she managed it.

I just about lost it then, but she quickly pulled me out of her mouth.

She smiled up at me and asked if I was OK?

I smiled back down at her and growled, "Get back on it, bitch!"

She shivered again as she slowly blinked, swallowed, licked her fucking lips, then dug her nails into my ass cheeks as she slammed my cock into the back of her throat.

She started a new rhythm then.

Mouth, mouth, mouth, throat, gulp-gulp; mouth, mouth, mouth, throat, hmmmmmmmmm.

I'd like to tell you that due to my superior self-control she kept that up for ten minutes or more, but that'd be complete, total and utter bullshit.

I didn't last three minutes.

When I came I came so hard that my knees started to buckle.

Alexandra had apparently expected it, because she quickly somehow spun both of us 90 degrees and pushed me back so my back was against the shower wall -- all without losing that fantastic rhythm.

As she finished draining my cock and let it slip from her mouth I slowly let my knees drop out from beneath me as I slid to the ground.

When I reached the floor, she climbed into my lap, wrapped her arms around my chest as I wrapped mine around her and tucked her head into the curve of my neck.

I was very grateful for the huge hot water system in the motel then, because we both just relaxed in the afterglow and the hot water for quite a bit.

Eventually though, my alarm went off and I knew our interlude had come to an end.

We got out of the shower, dried each other off and got dressed.

I asked her if she wanted to have breakfast together and she declined, saying it would be too obvious to the guy on the desk.

We went down the stairs at one end of the building and she hugged me and gave me a quick kiss before she slipped out the door.

I stood and watched as she walked to her car and got in.

She smiled and waved at me, then blew me a kiss as she drove away.

I was a little late meeting my group and one of them asked if I was OK because I was rarely the last one to breakfast. "Long night?" she asked.

"Long morning rather," I said as I smiled.

So of course I was a bit distracted that day.

And I was still a little distracted when I got back to the motel.

But that distraction went quickly away when I said, "Hi" to Kelsey.

She gave me a really sly-looking smile and asked, "So how was your night?"

I put on my best fake-innocent look (and I've been told it's pretty effective) and said, "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Kelsey."

"Yeah. Sure. Right. When I got in this morning, John asked if I knew whether Alex had been having car trouble because when he went for a walk outside early this morning her car was still in the parking lot. Poor clueless fuck.

"But it occurred to me to check the security camera footage and I saw her knock on your door then disappear inside for a few hours.

"We knew she had a hell of a crush on you and wondered if she was ever going to do anything about it. Looks like she did!"

I just smiled at her, all innocent and stuff, said, "Hope you have a good night!" and walked into the buffet area.

As I walked away I could have sworn I heard her say, "You bet your ass I will!!"



Motel Stories 02 - Kelsey



NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.

This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved.

"I made a mistake last night," Kelsey said.

Uh oh! "How so?" I asked, "Are you thinking you shouldn't have come up to my room?"

I'd made it a point to go to bed early the night before. Between trying to stick with the time change from east coast to west, the amazing morning I had had that morning with Alexandra, and the chance that I had heard Kelsey correctly the evening before, I figured that one way or another I was going to need the sleep.

My foresight paid off. I hadn't been up very long, er, I hadn't been awake very long...

Either way - I was both awake and up.

I had already been to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and pissed, thrown on a pair of jeans and was standing in the little kitchenette area of my room trying to decide whether I should make an early breakfast or wait and see what might happen.

I had just decided nothing was going to happen and to go ahead and head to the shower when I heard a light tapping on my door.

I stepped over to it, leaned across from the edge of the doorframe, and looked through the peephole where I could barely make out Kelsey standing with her back very close to the door and looking toward one end of the hall.

I pulled the door open quietly, leaned out a little bit and rumbled "Can I help you, Kelsey?" in her ear.

She shivered, spun to face me and stepped closer into the door.

"I'm not sure what you did to Alex yesterday morning, but I saw the look on her face on the video when she left and I think I'd like some of what you did to her."

So I let her in and did the exact same thing to her and it was just as good. For both of us.

The end.

Just kidding. I did let her in, though.

"Quick question. Who usually watches the security camera videos?"

"None of the guys, if that's what you're worried about?"

"Not worried, just curious. You said the guy from yesterday morning seemed concerned about Alex, but it was you that thought to look at the video? Why's that?"

"The guys seem to forget it's there. In fact, I don't think they ever even look at it.

"But Alex and Carlie and I usually check it out to see what people get up to when they think they're alone in a hallway or an elevator. Between drunks coming back and trying to open the wrong door to couples getting frisky in the elevators? It's both interesting and amusing at times."

"How long does your system keep in storage?"

She gave me a probing look that she held for a few seconds, then I could figuratively see the wheels going around as her eyes flicked here and there and her brows waggled a little and her lips twitched and head tilted minutely to one side or the other.

Eventually she made up her mind, smiled and said, "A little over a week. And yes, before you ask, we can, and have, downloaded some of it for our own use."

"Ah. So what can I do for you this morning?"

"Whatever you did to Alex for a start."

"Sorry. I can't do that for you Kelsey."

Her face fell, her shoulders slumped and she dropped her gaze to her feet. "Shit," I heard her mutter. "Sorry to have bothered you then, I guess," she said as she started to turn back toward the door.

"Stop. What's that all about?"

"I don't want to sound like the middle sister in that old sitcom, you know, all "Alex, Alex, Alex," or "Carlie, Carlie, Carlie," but when I'm in a room with either of them it's like I just disappear. All the guys like them 'cuz they're taller and skinnier."

"C'mere," I said as I dragged her into my chest and began rubbing her back. "What're you talking about? You're beautiful!"

"If I'm so beautiful, why did you go after Alex first?"

"What?" I thought about what she had just said for a second or two, then said, "A -- I didn't 'go after' Alex, she came to my room, just like you just did. And B -- I've had to try very hard not to flirt with you every single night I've seen you."  "So why didn't you?"  "I haven't flirted with any of you. I've been 'polite' and 'friendly'. I tend to get in trouble when I flirt with young ladies, especially when I'm damn near old enough to be their fathers."

"You're nowhere near old enough to be my dad. And you are WAY sexier than he could ever be!"

"Well, thanks for that, little girl, but I don't think I'm all that sexy."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Why do you think the three of us have all been trying to get your attention?"

"I didn't realize you were. I just thought you were being friendly to a guest."

She pulled her head back from my chest and looked up at me. "I hope you don't think my coming to your room is something I do on a regular basis? And most certainly not 'to be friendly to a guest'?"

"No. That's not what I meant. I have to be careful when beautiful women flirt with me. It usually means they're trying to get something out of me. And especially when they're as beautiful as you are."

"You really think I'm beautiful? And you're not just saying that to get in my shorts?"

"Let me remind you, little girl, that you're the one that came to my room. I think who's trying to get in whose shorts is pretty clear."

"Yeah. There is that," she smiled up at me with a cute little dimple forming in one cheek. "I do have a confession to make, though."

"What's that?"

"I really am trying to get something out of you," she said, with a very noticeable glint in her eyes.

I exhaled a puff and pulled an exaggerated fake look of disappointment "And what might that be?"

"This for a start," she giggled as she reached her hand down and began to unzip my fly. "I'm pretty sure I'll manage to get something else out of you in a little while, too!"

"Well if that's the way you're going to be, I can think of something I'd like to get out of you, too. I'd like to get you out of your clothes."

Again her face fell. This time her hands fell as well.

"Can we turn the lights off first?" she asked in a small voice.

"Nope!" I said.

"Can I at least keep my shirt on?"

"You definitely don't have a clue what went on between Alex and me, do you? I don't usually do this, but yeah, I'll let you keep your shirt on. As long as you take your bra off first."

She did that thing women do where they drag the straps off their shoulders and down their arms, then spin the bra around under their shirt and pull it out. I've seen it done before, but not nearly as quickly or efficiently.

Then her hands dropped to her waist and she began to unbuckle her belt.

This time I didn't say "Nope".

This time I growled, "Nnnooooo."

She looked up at me, startled this time as I leaned over her, and she backed up until the top of her ass hit the edge of the desk.

Her eyes got wide as I did. Then they closed as I batted her hands to the side and began to undo her belt myself.

I exaggerated my clumsiness as I pulled it from side to side a little, then pulled upward on it, using it to pull the crotch of her jeans tightly into her pussy almost lifting her off the ground.

I let her back down then began to turn my shoulders from side to side -- supposedly to brace myself to get leverage, but actually to brush my arms across the breasts swinging freely inside her shirt.

My pulling also dragged the fly of her jeans back and forth and up and down across her clit and her head began to tilt backward.

Taking advantage of that, I leaned in and lightly brushed the side of her neck with my lips. She moaned and leaned into my kiss giving me a bit more room to work on her belt. I pressed my chest into her breasts, rocking it slightly to vary the pressure as I dragged it across them.

I pulled the tip of the belt out of the buckle and then yanked it out of the belt loops and out from between us in one clean movement and tossed it across the room.

Her eyes flashed open as she inhaled sharply, then slowly closed again.

I went back to "fumbling" with the button, continuing to pull on the crotch of her jeans. I pulled on them as I continued to nibble up and down the sides of her neck until her breathing became rapid and she began to shiver every once in a while as goose-bumps raced across her skin.

I finally whispered, "I'll be right back," in her ear as I pulled away and knelt in front of her with my butt on my heels.

I said, "Let's see what we have here," as I continued to play with the button and her jeans. Because she was so short, my forehead was nudging and bumping her tits as I did.

I "finally" got the button undone and began to slowly pull the zipper down, a tooth or two at a time.

"Lean back and put your hands on edges of the desk behind you," I said. "This may take a while."

She leaned back and put her hands where I had told her, with her fingers lightly grasping the edge. The front edge of the desk in the small of her back kept her from pulling her hips away from me, causing her back to arch and her breasts to thrust outward - exactly as I had planned.

I reached the tips of my fingers inside the waistband of her jeans and began to pull them down over her hips.

As I reached around the back I had to lean forward a bit, planting my face in her shirt squarely between her breasts. I felt her shift her weight to lean her head forward slightly and then again as she prepared to pull her hands off the sides of the desk.

I growled a long drawn-out, "UNH UH!" as I shook my head slightly from side to side and she moaned.

I knelt all the way down again as I continued to push her jeans down her legs.

When I got them down to mid-calf I had to pause since she still had her shoes on. I reached up and grabbed her thighs and pushed her upward slightly until the crease at the bottom of her ass cheeks was resting on the edge of the desk -- but only barely.

I quickly pulled her sneakers off and then began to pull her socks off. I thought for a minute she was an amateur magician or something. Because when I grabbed the ankle of her right sock and started to pull, I just kept pulling and pulling. I thought maybe she had socks like that stupid magician's scarf that just wouldn't quit.

I growled in irritation and heard her giggle. When I looked up she was smiling mischievously down at me.

"Something funny?" I asked.

"Yeah! The look on your face." And she giggled again.

"Oh, you are so going to pay for that," I growled and her face got serious for a split second. Then she went all wide-eyed and said, "What're you gonna do to me, mister?"

"Just wait. You'll see."

I finally got both her socks off and pulled the jeans off and out from under her feet, then pulled downward on her ankles and her butt slipped off the desk.

As I knelt back upward I let my head slide up the inside of her thighs and she giggled again as my short hair tickled her sensitive skin.

As I neared her crotch I pulled back slightly and ran my nose, lips and chin up her panties over pussy and she shivered and moaned.

"These need to go away," I muttered as I pulled the wet front of her panties up snugly against her lips, which made them stand out like, well, like wet, swollen, plump pussy lips.

I held the tension on the waistband of the front of her panties with my left hand as I slid my right hand across her hip and back to her ass cheek. As I slid my hand across, I slowly gathered the material toward the middle until it was pushed into the crack of her ass.

I slid my hand the rest of the way across and snagged the material of her panties on the other side with my fingertips and slowly dragged it across her ass cheek, letting my nails lightly scratch her cheek as they glided across her skin. She shivered and moaned.

When that material had also slid into the crack of her ass, I wrapped my fist around it and pushed upward.

Since I hadn't let up on the tension on the front, her panties were pulled farther and farther into the cleft of her pussy lips.

I continued to lift until Kelsey pushed herself up on her toes then stopped.

I stopped lifting, but I didn't stop moving.

I pulled my right hand away from myself, back under the desk, which pulled her panties farther into the crease of her lips. There was now only a sliver of material visible between them now, which I pulled slightly upward on.

But like I said, I had quit lifting.

Now I was just using the material to grind on her lips and clit, sawing it slowly back and forth as it penetrated her quim. Looking more closely I realized the crotch seams had found their way between her inner and outer lips and the majority of the material between them had become bunched up in the space between her inner lips.

As I pulled it back and forth, the wet material was working itself over her stiff clit and wet lips and now she was starting to work her hips opposite the motion of her panties.

I waited until her breathing had gotten to just the right point (probably just the wrong point from her point of view), then yanked her panties all the way down to her ankles.

She groaned in frustration.

I didn't have to lift her up to get them off, I just had to tap her feet one at a time to get her to lift them and I pulled them out from under her feet.

As I tossed them to the side I caught sight of those long-ass socks where I had tossed them.

I wrapped the end of one around her right ankle, stretched it out and tied it around that ankle before repeating the action with her left ankle.

She looked down as I pulled her left ankle over to the leg of the desk, wrapped the other end of the sock around the leg and tied it there, leaving a small amount of slack.

She was still looking down as I did the same with her right ankle.

I slowly slid my hands up the front of her legs, allowing my thumbs to drift to the inside of her thighs once they passed her knees.

Just as they were about to touch her inflamed lips I pulled them to the side and ran them up the crease between her thighs and belly, causing her to close her eyes and groan in frustration again as she shivered from the tickle.

I bent a little, kissed the inside of her right knee, then dragged my tongue upward for about an inch.

I repeated the same kiss and lick on the inside of her left knee.

I slowly worked my way up her thighs that way until I got to the point where I needed to ease my knees forward between her spread feet to get better access to her pussy.

I continued to lick my way up the inside of her thighs, alternating sides until I began to taste the juices running down her legs. I had thought I had felt something hitting my legs as I worked my way up and now I realized I had been. She was so wet she had literally been dripping on my legs and running down her own.

When I first reached out to make contact with the bottom of her cunt with my tongue her thighs slammed shut on my head hard enough to make me see double for a split second.

I reached my palms between her knees and pulled them outward until I could pull my head back.

She was looking down at me in shock. "I am SSSOOOoooooo sorry! I don't know why I did that. It wasn't on purpose, I swear!!"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure it wasn't. But you know what they say, 'once bitten, twice shy'? Don't let it happen again." And yeah, I growled that last part.

I leaned in again and, yep, just as my tongue made contact her knees started to slam shut again. I could tell she tried to stop them herself, but I'd been ready this time and caught them with my palms and fingers and jerked her knees back out to the sides.

I rocked backward to my feet, stood up, stepped immediately in, planted my hands on the desk on either side of her, leaned down and got my face right on top of hers.

"If you don't want to be here, say so." I growled. "I won't force you to do anything you don't already want to do. Oh, I'll 'make' you do the things you want to do anyway, but only as long as I know you're here willingly. You understand me, little girl?"

She nodded.

"Out loud."

"Yes, sir. I understand, sir."

"Do you want to leave?"

'Oh, HELL no!! Not now. I am SO sorry. Please believe me that neither of those was on purpose! Please go back to doing what you were doing. Please?"

"You mean you actually like it when something does this?" and I slid the tips of the middle two fingers of my right hand up into her dripping-wet slit.

And, you guessed it, her knees slammed shut again.

Since my hand was trapped anyway I continued to rub the tips of my fingers back and forth in her lips. I tried to push my hand in farther but couldn't.

"See, little girl, we're back to that question about whether you really want to be here or not. Don't fuck with me!"

"I'm trying to keep them apart, honest! But you've got my pussy so sensitive I can't help it."

"Really? We'll see."

I went over to my suitcase, unzipped a side pouch and took out a few items. I held them down behind my thigh as I walked back over to her so she couldn't see them. She tried to crane her neck around to see what I had so I grabbed her chin in the web between my palm and the thumb of my left hand and pulled her to face forward.

"Do I need to blindfold you to keep you from peeking, little girl?"

Her shudder as her eyes closed answered that question better than words ever could.

I dropped what I had grabbed on the floor at her feet, walked over to my carry-on bag and pulled out one of those "sleep masks" they sell in the travel section of most stores. This was a pretty good one, with two elastic straps. I slipped them both over her head then settled one above her ears and one below, which pulled the material of it tight across her cheeks so she couldn't peek out from beneath it.

I knelt down, grabbed an elastic strap and pulled the hook-and-loop patches slowly away from each other. She shivered as she heard the sound.

I held one end up in my left hand between her knees, then reached around the desk leg with my right and grabbed the other end. I pulled it quickly into the inside of her left calf just below her knee and then out to the side, where I slapped the hook-and-loop patches back together.

I slowly pulled the hook-and-loop apart on the other strap and watched her shiver once again. Then I just knelt there.

Her right knee twitched a few times as she imagined I was about to pull that one to the side, too.

Just as she realized I was teasing her and groaned in frustration I flipped the elastic strap around her leg and the desk leg, pulled the patches together and attached them as well.

"Now. Let's try this again." And I shoved the middle two fingers of my right hand all the way up inside her drenched pussy.

I couldn't tell if her knees started to slam shut again or if they gave away, but either way, the straps did the trick and, while she dipped an inch or so, she stayed in place.

"That is MUCH better," I growled. "Now..."

I moved back between her legs, and she moaned as my fingers moved inside her as I inched forward.

I pulled my fingers out a little bit and she groaned in frustration again. But that groan turned into a moan as I curled my pointer and little fingers to get them past, then extended them to make light contact with her asshole. She moaned more loudly when I dragged my tongue up her again.

Her thighs twitched again, but the straps still held her knees open, exposing her to my attentions.

I began to lick slowly up her dripping lips, little short licks, until I got to the top of her slit when I used the tip of my tongue to circle around and around her clit, but without actually touching it. I pulled back slightly and blew softly on it. She shivered as the cool air passed across it.

I returned to the bottom and worked my way back up again. As I did, I began to gently tease her asshole with the tips of those two fingers, which made the two in her cunt move inside her.




Motel Stories 02 - Kelsey



The fourth time I did it she reached around with her left hand to try to pull my face into her. I had actually been waiting for that so I was ready to respond.

I grabbed the bottom of her shirt with my left hand and yanked it up and over her head and about half-way down her upper arms. If you've ever been to the fights where a hockey game breaks out you might be familiar with a variation of this movement where one player pulls the other player's jersey over the front of his head to trap his arms, then punches away at his head? It works just as well the opposite way, too.

"NNnnnoooooo," she groaned. "Don't do that!"

"Why not, little girl?" I asked.

"I hate my boobs!" she said from between her gritted teeth.

"Why?" I growled.

"They're too big and they sag."

"Nonsense. They're perfect on you."

"And I hate that my nipples aren't very sensitive. I've read stories about how some women cum just from having their nipples played with. I can't get that turned on when guys lick and suck on them. Or even when I play with them myself."

I knelt back down and back onto my heels, eased forward again and went back to teasing her pussy with my tongue. As I did, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and reached up to rub them across her lips.

At first she tried to avoid them, but I persisted and she eventually took them into her mouth and began to lick them clean. I have to admit that, after her initial hesitation, I was a little surprised when I pulled them out and she cast about with her mouth until she could lick and suck on the tips of the fingers that had been teasing her asshole, too.

Then I reached up with both hands and began to rub my hands across her tits.

I licked up her slit, trading the short licks from earlier for long, lingering ones. I gradually increased the amount of pressure I was putting on her breasts.

I had gotten to the point where I was cupping the bottom of each breast with the heel and palm of my hand with her nipples between the first knuckles of my middle and ring fingers and my thumb, pointer and little fingers splayed out across the rest of her tit and was squeezing pretty hard.

I notice that each time I squeezed her titties her stomach would clench and her pussy would ease forward just a bit. I also noticed that she was starting to make "Ooooo" noises. That's "oooo", as in, rhymes with "you".

As I continued to lick and squeeze they began to get louder and longer. They sounded almost like a puppy baying. And no, there's nothing intended there to insinuate she was bitch -- in heat or otherwise. But it did remind me of a character from a movie from the early 80's (yeah, I'm that old. And yes, I remember it from when it first came out). Her nickname was "Lassie". And yeah, that's the same actress in the TV show from the early 2000's about those four women in a city.

I pulled back and said, "Are you by chance a little loud when you cum?"

Kelsey licked her lips and nodded.

"Well, since your hotel has a 'no pets' policy and we don't want anyone coming to investigate and finding you in this position, I guess we'll need to do something about that, huh?"

She licked her lips, swallowed hard and nodded again.

"Do you have any problem breathing through your nose?"

She licked her lips and swallowed even harder this time and shook her head slowly.

I reached out and grabbed her panties, wadded them up in my palm then reached up and pulled lightly on her chin with just the tips of my fingers -- not hard enough to actually force her mouth open -- but open it did. I slowly stuffed her damp panties into her mouth, but something just didn't seem right. I glanced around and spotted her bra sitting where she had dropped it earlier. I grabbed it, considered it for a few seconds then slid both shoulder straps of it over her head until they were in her mouth, then slid the adjusters over until her bra straps were holding her wet panties in her mouth.

She moaned.

I dropped back to my heels and went back to licking her pussy like I had been before as I continued to squeeze her tits.

I gradually increased the pressure and speed of my licks as I also increased the pressure and speed of my squeezes on her breasts.

I paid attention to the pitch and volume of her muffled cries and moans through her panties and the way her hips were bucking, and when I judged the time was right I sucked the upper portion of her cunt lips and clit into my mouth and began to flick the tip of my tongue across her clit. At the same time I let go of her breasts, grabbed her nipples between my thumbs and the sides of my pointer fingers and squeezed. Hard.

When she came I was glad I had thought to stuff her panties in her mouth, because even through them I thought she was going to cause someone to complain about an animal howling in the middle of the night.

Then it occurred to me that the noise complaint might wind up having more to do with the way she was bouncing that fucking desk around. I'd have not thought that the leverage she could get from the socks around her ankles and the elastic straps around her knees and the legs would be enough to cause it to move, but I think she was actually lifting the legs of the far end off the ground. I know she was slamming that end of it into the wall.

When she finally quieted (in more ways than one) I stood up, pulled the blindfold off, pulled the bra straps from her head and pulled her panties from her mouth.

As I reached to put them on the desk behind her, she twisted her head to find my mouth with hers and began to kiss me passionately, her tongue slipping in and out of my mouth and her lips and mouth sliding hungrily over mine.

"Oh, my, fucking, god!! What did you just do to me? I've NEVER cum like that before. No wonder Alex looked like she did when she left yesterday morning! Untie me so I can return THAT particular favor."

"No, no, little girl. That's not the way this works. See, I get to do what I want to you and with you. You get no say."

"But... But... But..."

"Awww. That was cute. You sounded like a motorboat for a second or two. Now you just be as quiet as you can and let me do my thing, or you get the panties back in the mouth."

She made a noise, but I'm still not sure if it was a groan or a moan.

I knelt down, untied her ankles and took the elastic straps off her knees.

As soon as I did she pushed me onto my back, dropped to her own knees, threw herself forward to stretch along my body, grabbed my head in both hands and went back to kissing me like she was trying to devour me. But only for a second, then her hands slid down between us as she tried to unbutton my jeans.

"Whoa, little girl. Remember what I said about who's in charge."

I rolled her off me and got to my feet. Slowly, after having been on my knees for that long.

She, of course, bounced to her feet -- and kept bouncing for a second or three.

I led her over to the ottoman in front of the sofa and said, "Sit!" She sat.

"Lie down!" She laid down.

"Good girl!" Nope, still not going for stupid-ass jokes about bitches or trained dogs.

I stood near her head and she reached up and undid the button of my jeans, then unzipped them and reached her arms above her head to pull them down over my hips. As soon as they cleared my hips they fell to the floor and I kicked them off and aside.

I walked around her, thinking about what I wanted to do next. As I passed her head she tilted it back, opened her mouth and tried to catch my cock.

I spun her sideways on the ottoman until she was lying with her back and head across it and her legs off the edge, her thighs being held up by her lower legs.

Straddling her legs I continued forward until I was kneeling on the top of the ottoman (I can be a glutton for punishment sometimes) with my ass resting lightly on her hips.

I continued to ease forward and Kelsey lifted her head to watch as my erect cock made its way up her body.

She figured out what I was going to do and pulled her arms up over her head so I wouldn't trap them with my knees.

I got part way to where I was going then stopped and started backing away. When I climbed off the ottoman she started to get up, but I snapped my fingers and pointed at her and she laid back down.

Walking over to the desk, I grabbed the blindfold, tossed it to her, told her to put it back on then grabbed a few things from the desk and a few more from my suitcase, then returned to the ottoman.

Once she had the blindfold on I picked up a travel-sized bottle of lubricant, popped the top and held it about a foot and a half above her chest. As I squeezed it a little a tiny drizzle of it came out and began to cover the inner slopes of her breasts. She shivered -- either at the chill of it or in anticipation.

Closing the lid I set it aside and wiped my hands on the washcloth I had brought over, then tossed it aside.

She felt me moving upward toward her and as the head of my cock began to rub her sternum, Kelsey reached down, wrapped her hands around the outside of her boobs and pressed them around my cock.

Pressing them even more firmly together, she held them as I began to fuck her tits.

As I slowly slid the head of my cock between her boobs she said, "Oh yeah, baby. Fuck my tits. You like that, don't you. Feeling your hard throbbing cock sliding back and forth in my slippery titties?"

She kept talking like that for a few minutes as I stroked between her tits. I'm not complaining, fuck no, it was turning me on. I almost hated for her to stop, but I still had things to do.

After a short while I reached over and grabbed two items. I waited until she was right in the middle of another graphic description and made her stop talking -- for about a second.

"Oooooh, your big hard cock feels so gooOOOOOOO... Oh SHIT!! What the fuck are those?"

I told you it was only about a second.

"You want me to take them off?"

"Oh, fuck no!! I just want to know what they are? They feel so good!"

"That's a pair of clothespins. Not regular ones. These're a little wider than the ones you buy for actually holding clothes up."

"Clothespins to hold clothes up? You mean like the hangers in the closet?"

Shit. Generation gap.

"No. See, back in the olden days before there were washers and dryers in almost... Never mind. But I got these ones at a craft shop. Like I said, they're a little wider so they spread the same amount of force over a bigger area so it doesn't hurt too much."

"Sit still," she said. "Let me," and she began to slide her boobs back and forth along my shaft.

She had been using her palms to push them back and forth with her fingers facing toward her waist. Now she spun them slightly so she was still using her palms, but now her fingers were facing upward.

As she continued to stroke my cock with her tits she began to use the tips of her fingers to jiggle the tops of her tits back and forth, causing the clothespins on her nipples to jiggle - and her to moan.

She stroked my cock and jiggled those clothespins for a minute or two and then asked, "Are these the only ones you have?"

"Why?"

"I was wondering if smaller ones might feel a little tighter?"

"Oh you were, were you?"

I reached over and grabbed another set and said, "Squeeze the tips of your titties to hold your nipples up for me."

I reached over with both hands and quickly removed the wide one and replaced it with a narrower on, then switched to the other tit and did the same thing.

"I don't feel any difference. Are you sure you... Oh FUCK yeah! that feels better. The first ones felt pretty good, but these are much better!"

That lasted about as long as I thought it would.

She was still sliding her boobs along my cock and holding her nipples up as she jiggled them. As soon as she said, "Ummm..." I quickly replaced them again with slightly smaller ones.

I could feel her hips buck when I did, but it felt more like a clenching of her pussy than an attempt to throw me off so I knew she at least didn't mind the new ones.

"Aaaaaaagh. Fuck those feel good. I love the way they pinch my fucking nipples and I really love the way they feel when I jiggle them, the way they pull at my nipples."

I didn't wait for her to say anything or ask anything this time.

I reached down and squeezed a little bit of the edge of her right areola together at the top closest to her chin and gently released a tiny clothespin there. You might have thought one that small wouldn't have a very strong spring. And maybe you'd be right. But since the tips were so small, it actually pinched really tightly.

I could feel her torso quivering beneath me as I applied another to the same spot on her left areola, followed by one opposite the first and so on until she had four around the one in the middle on each nipple.

She was still talking. Murmuring actually. So low that I couldn't make out what she was saying, but I knew she was talking about how good they felt.

Knowing she was completely absorbed in what she was feeling I let her continue to fuck my cock with her tits as I slowly leaned back.

She never realized my left hand had made contact with her thigh and then that I was resting a lot of my weight on it.

But she definitely realized when the middle two fingers of my right hand made contact with her clit and began to strum it rapidly.

The first clue I got that she realized it was when she started to howl again. Shit! I forgot about that!

The second clue was when she started to jiggle her tits in time with my strumming of her clit.

Then she solved her own howling situation by craning her neck forward until she could get the head of my cock in her lips. Not all the way into her mouth, unfortunately, but into her lips and she started running her tongue all around the tip of it like I had done to her clit earlier.

It didn't take very many strums before she was bucking against my fingertips as she crashed through another orgasm.

I started to wonder if it was possible for a human bladder to explode from having air blown into it because when she came she kept from howling too loudly by blowing out through her nose and mouth. But the amount of air she was blowing seemed to be too much for just her nose to pass and it felt like she was trying to inflate my prick like a circus balloon.

When she finally quieted again, she pushed me off her and quickly followed me as she pushed me over to the foot of the bed.

As soon as my ass hit the bed her mouth was on my cock and I wondered if she was now trying to suck all that air back out of me.

She reached down and grabbed my ankles and crossed them so she could fit her knees to either side of them.

That kind of surprised me since I thought most women liked to have clear access to work their magic on a guy's package.

Then I realized what she was up to as I began to feel the tips of the clothespins still on her nipples gently stroking my legs.

She apparently got them both in the position she wanted them in and then began to rotate several things at the same time.

Her torso started to make small circles causing the clothespins on her nipples to tug in different directions which caused her head to make small circles around the head of my prick which caused her lips and tongue to tug in different directions.

Her tongue began to work the underside of my head and it didn't take long until I was about to cum.

I reached down and grabbed her hair -- to pull her off -- and she began flailing her hands around like she was trying to shoo away a fly.

That must have done something to the clothespins because she moaned, which sent me over the edge and I began to cum in her mouth.

I won't bullshit you and say I filled her to overflowing or even that I filled her mouth. Nope. I had cum twice just last night and it takes a while to regenerate that much cum. Doesn't make it impossible to have an orgasm obviously, just not much cum.

She finally pulled her mouth off my cock and knelt up to kiss me, which drove the clothespins into her nipples a little harder than she intended.

She backed off and started to reach for them. This time it was my turn to bat her hands away.

"You don't want to do that that way," I said.

I grabbed her by the upper arms, pulled her up and tossed her over my leg and onto her back without letting the clothespins hit the bed.

I laid on top of her legs and put my mouth near her right breast. I looked up at her and said, "I'm going to count down from three to zero. When I get to the 'z' in 'zero' I need you to pull the inner and upper small clothespins off, OK?"

She nodded and I counted down. As soon as I got the "z" she pulled those two away as I pulled the other three away and immediately placed my mouth over her entire areola, sucked it intomy mouth and began to rub my tongue around it.

She moaned for a second or three and then groaned as the pain kicked in. Yeah, there's more pain involved after they come off than when they're first put on or while they're on.

Once her groans subsided, I asked, "Are you ready to do the other side?"

"As long as you get your mouth on it and make it feel better like you did the first one!"

"I'm still right here, am I not?"

"Then let's get to it," she grinned.

I counted down again and we repeated the same process.

After a few more minutes of licking that nipple -- OK, and going back to the first one for a minute or three, then back to that one...

I crawled forward a little, holding my chest up off her breasts as I leaned my head down to kiss her. After a few kisses I asked her if she was ready to stop.

She pulled her arms out from between us and I thought she was going to grab my head like she had before.

Instead, she used them to hit the inside of my elbows, causing my chest to drop on her tits and her sore nipples. She sucked in a breath and I thought she was going to scream, but she let it slowly out. THEN she grabbed my head began trying to devour my mouth again.

A few minutes of frenzied kissing on her part, and trying to catch my breath and get my arms back under me on my part, and she slowly wound down.

"Ready to take a break? I need some water and a piss." I rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed and stood up.

She bounced to the bottom of the bed, then bounced off the bed, then bounced up and down at the foot of the bed.

"Fuck no! Now that I found out what makes my nipples feel that good I'm beginning to like my boobies. Do something else to them. Please?" And she bounced them up and down some more.

"Well, I don't know..." I began.

"I call 'bullshit'!" she said. "I know there're LOTs of other things you can think of to make me like my boobies more." Apparently her nipples really weren't that sore since she was now dragging them back and forth across my stomach.

"OK. Rule. It hurts, you say 'stop' and I stop. If you want to start again after a break, we do. But only after I'm convinced you're ready and willing."

"OK. But only if it hurts TOO much. And don't expect me to need a timeout."

I stepped away into the bathroom.

"Hey! You got any other toys in that suitcase?"

"No 'toys', but there might be some other things in there. No peeking!"

"Yes, sir!"

I came back out of the bathroom and drank a huge glass of water as I considered what else she might be up for.

She had pulled all the things we had already used over and set them all on the desk and was looking them over.

"Why clothespins? Aren't there things that're made specifically for nipples and tits?"

"'Cuz for some reason TSA doesn't ask questions about clothespins. I've been carrying those around for a few years now and never gotten asked about 'em."

"Ah. So what else do you have for me?"

"Well, ah..."

"Oh, come the fuck on. What the fuck happened to that whole, 'I get to do what I want to you and with you. You get no say' thing? What else you got, 'old man'?"




Motel Stories 02 - Kelsey



Well shit. I couldn't let her get away with that, could I?

"Alright, little girl. Have it your way. Bend the fuck over that desk and put your forearms and your hands flat down on it."

With a saucy little grin she said, "Yes, SIR!" but she turned around and bent over.

I grabbed one of those elastic straps and pulled it around the base of her right boob and fastened the hook-and-loop then moved to the other side and repeated the move.

She stood there bent at the waist for a minute or two and then she inhaled and said, "Oh, fuck. My boobs are starting to throb in time with my heartbeat!"

I waited a few more minutes until the throbbing started to die down and a little bit of numbness began to settle in, then knelt beside her and told her to close her eyes. Once she did I opened my hand to reveal the chrome clover-style nipple clamps I had pulled from the suitcase while she wasn't looking.

I pulled her nipple downward a little bit and then slowly let the jaws of that clamp close on the skin behind her tender, distended nipple, and she moaned.

When I went to put the other one on she said, "You're not just going to let that one slam shut on my poor little nipple, are you sir?"

"That's up to me to decide, now, isn't it? Now close your eyes. Or do I need to get the blindfold?" She closed her eyes.

"Of course, sir. No offense intended. But please sir, whatever you do, don't do that! Please don't let that excruciatingly painful little uuuunnnngh!!!"

Yeah, I did. She wanted me to. She'd figured out enough of the game to know how to get me to do what she wanted. Upset about being manipulated? Hell no. It's all about giving the woman as much pleasure as you get, if not more.

I reached out and grabbed her by the hair and pulled backward to make her stand up, then turned her to the side and pushed her forward into the bathroom area.

I brought her to a halt in front of the mirrored closet doors and told her to open her eyes.

When she saw those chrome clamps on her nipples and the chain hanging between them she moaned and reached for her pussy, but I quickly grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her. That made her reach for my cock so I had to stand to the side.

"Spread your legs, little girl," I told her, then reached down and began to run my fingertips up and down her still-wet pussy. As I did, her gaze kept flicking from my hand buried in her crotch to her tits, the clover clamps on her nipples and that dangling chain. She started to waggle her torso back and forth to get the chain to tug on the clamps as it swayed back and forth and her eyes rolled as she moaned again.

"Oh. You like watching yourself being taken, huh? If that's what you like then have I got a treat for you!"

"Stay!" I said as I went back to the suitcase and came back with a condom. I quickly rolled it down my cock and said, "You are about to be fucked. But more importantly, you're about to be fucked from behind. While you're watching in the mirror. Now, put both of your hands on the front of the sink and bend over." She did, then immediately extended her arms fully and turned her head to the side to be able to see that chain dangling from her nipples.

I started to feed my cock into her cunt. As wet as she was I didn't need to grab her hips hard with both hands, but I did. And it didn't take much to get it in and I soon began to rock my hips, driving my prick in and out of her pussy, picking up the speed and force until my hips were making a loud slapping sound each time they impacted her ass cheeks.

I'd been fucking her for a minute or six, hard enough to make the chain swing back and forth, pulling and tugging on her nipples when she blurted out, "Oh, please sir!! Not my ass! You wouldn't try to shove that big, hard, throbbing cock into my tight little asshole would you? I'm sure it's too big and would never fit!"

"If I was going to do that I'd have to drag you away from making you watch yourself in the mirror getting fucked. And you wouldn't want that, would you?"

"Oh, no! As much as I don't want to be forced to watch myself being taken from behind while I have these horrible clamps on my poor titties, I would be horribly embarrassed to be forced to take your meaty cock up my ass."

I tapped her right arm and she pulled it back. I grabbed her forearm and pulled back to support the weight of her torso, then tapped her left arm. She pulled it back as well. I held her in that bent-over position with my cock still buried in her pussy and walked her over to the foot of the bed.

When we got there I told her to close her eyes and to stay, then grabbed a towel from the bathroom and the bottle of lube.

I spread the towel across the foot of the bed then turned her around and eased her back onto it and on down to lay on the mattress. Her arms seemed to naturally flow to rest above her head.

I lifted her legs up and to the sides and slipped the head of my cock into her pussy just taking nice slow strokes. I reached up and separated the hook-and-loop fastener on one breast and pulled it free, then repeated the action on the other breast.

As the blood began flowing back into her breasts the pins and needles started, which kind of eased her into how much pressure the clamps were putting on her nipples.

I popped the cap on the lube and let some dribble down her pussy lips to help lubricate the condom. I saw her squirm when the excess of that cool liquid trickled down across her asshole and slowly pulled my cock out to the entrance of her cunt, then a little more as it slid downward toward the tight little pucker of her ass.

I leaned back slightly to make sure I had it in the right spot, then held it with my hand as I started to ease it in. I felt her outer sphincter open and then stopped as my head reached the inner sphincter.

I just held it there, applying a slight pressure. I was watching her face closely for signs of discomfort. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she said, "Oh, sir! You can't possibly be thinking of using the chain between these vicious clamps on my poor abused nipples to hold me in place as you impale my ass with your cock?"

I reached down with my left hand and pulled on the chain and she said, "No, sir! Please! Don't!"

I pulled a little harder as I began to slowly slide the head of my cock past that inner sphincter and farther into her ass. She moaned.

She grabbed her shins and held them back with both hands, spreading her cheeks even further. "Oh, sir, I can't believe you've shoved your cock into my tiny little ass! Not all the way to the hilt! Over and over again." Hey, gimme a break. She said it, not me!

I slid my cock outward and then put tension back on the chain as I "pulled" myself back into her.

She let go of her shins and hooked her heels around my hips and began to pull me into herself harder and harder. At the same time she reached up and grabbed my wrists and began pushing them toward me, harder and harder. She was pulling on my wrists so hard her tits were being pulled up and off her rib cage.

Oh, well. I settled into that rhythm and force, and her hands drifted to her cunt. She quickly buried two fingers of her left hand in her pussy as she began to furiously rub at her clit.

Suddenly I stopped and her eyes flew open.

"Remember earlier when you laughed at me and I said you were going to pay for that?" She nodded. "It's payback time," and I raised my right hand with her belt wrapped around it.

Her eyes widened but stayed glued on it as I let a few coils down and reached over to slap the outside of her thigh with it. I started alternating light blows on her thighs and ass, then gradually increased the force of each, then the pace to keep up with her fingers.

It occurred to us both at the same time that with me holding that chain between her nipples like reins and slapping her flanks with that belt that it was like some perverted rodeo event and she started to buck her ass up and down and somehow managed to shove it more forcefully onto my cock. "Fucking RIDE ME, cowboy!! Ride my fucking ASS!!" she said in a cute little growl.

It didn't take her very long and her head came off the bed, her heels left my hips and her legs stretched out straight to the sides, and then I felt her ass spasm on my cock as her torso rocked with the force of her orgasm. She had stuffed a pillow in her own mouth to stifle her cries this time and was holding it there with both hands, but I could still hear her.

When she relaxed, I pulled my cock from her ass and pulled the towel up to cover her. Once she grabbed it I pulled her to her feet and led her into the bathroom. I reached in and started the water running to get it warm, then told her to wait there, that I'd be right back.

I grabbed a handful of ice cubes from the freezer and tossed them into a coffee cup, which I carried back to the shower and set on the top of the door frame.

I slipped the condom off and tossed it in the trash, then rinsed my hands in the shower and led her in. I turned her to face the faucets and let the warm water run over her chest.

She relaxed back into my chest and I let her stay there for a little bit, then reached up and carefully and quietly grabbed one of the ice cubes in my right hand.

I eased a little to her right side and began to kiss her cheek until she turned her face up and back to be able to kiss me.

Once she was concentrating on the kiss I reached around her neck with my left hand and released the clover clamp from her right breast. She barely had time to begin to inhale as the pain began to lance through her nipple when I slapped that ice cube on it and began to rub it around her tender flesh.

The dual sensation of the hot water flowing over her chest and the freezing cold of the ice cube on her nipple made her kiss me harder and she wasn't quite as surprised when I pulled the clamp off her left nipple and rubbed it down with the rest of that ice cube.

I grabbed two more ice cubes and was able to rub both nipples with them as they melted.

Once they were gone, she spun in my arms so her back was to the faucets and leaned into me with her head turned sideways on my chest.

I bent slightly to kiss her then pulled her face into the hollow of my neck. As I did, my left knee eased in between hers and spread her legs just slightly. I slid my left hand down her back and used it to gently part her cheeks.

She was definitely surprised this time when I rubbed the last ice cube over the little brown rose-bud of her asshole.

Then it was my turn to be surprised as she whispered, "Slip it inside before it melts!"

I'd never considered doing something like that before, but obviously she either had or just did. I put pressure upward on it and wasn't sure whether it was melting or slipping in until she sighed and said, "Stick your finger in after it!" as she shivered a little -- whether from the cold or excitement I wasn't sure.

I did, and found out it hadn't completely melted yet when my finger encountered cold water up inside her ass and found its hardness. I stirred it around with my fingertip as it slowly melted and warmed up in the heat of her ass.

We washed each other, got out, dried each other off and then got dressed.

I asked Kelsey if she wanted to have breakfast together and she declined as Alex had, saying it would be too obvious even to the guy on the desk.

We went down the same stairs, she hugged me and gave me a quick kiss before she slipped out the door. I stood and watched as she walked to her car and got in.

She smiled and waved at me as she started to drive past, then stopped and motioned for me to come out to the car. When I got there, she rolled her window down and said "I made a mistake last night,"

Uh oh! "How so?" I asked, "Are you thinking you shouldn't have come up to my room?"

"NO!" she giggled, which made her tits jiggle quite fetchingly since she had decided not to put her bra back on.

"When you told me to have a good night, I said 'You bet your ass I will!!'. It turns out I should have said "I bet MY ass I will!!'"

She pulled my head into the car window, gave me another kiss, and whispered, "Oh, and by the way? The next time you see my titties, my nipples are going to be pierced," and then drove away.

I went back in the door, stopped and smiled up at the security camera. When I heard the door close behind me I turned and breathed on it to make it fog over. I quickly wrote the word "skirt" in the fog, then turned and smiled back up at the camera as I suggestively bounced my left eyebrow once or twice. Then I winked and walked down to breakfast.

I was late meeting my teammates again and had to take the obligatory crap about my age catching up to me for being the last one down to breakfast for the second day in a row. "Another long night?" my female teammate asked.

"You have no idea," I said as I smiled. Wait. Next time I see her titties?



Motel Stories 03 - Carlie



NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.

This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. 

*

Carlie opened the door to the stairwell and started up the stairs. Shame she didn't think to look behind the door.

She made it to the landing outside the door on my floor and had just barely gotten her hand on the handle when an arm suddenly appeared on either side of her shoulders and pressed firmly into the door to keep it from opening.

"Where ya goin', Carlie?" I growled in her ear.

She gasped and I pulled my torso and head back as she spun to find herself trapped between my arms, my chest and the door.

"Oh, hi! I was just coming to your room."

"Oh, you'll get there," I growled. "Eventually. But not just yet." 

I leaned in a little bit with a wicked grin and said, "We've got places to go." 

Her eyes widened as I leaned in a little more and made it a point to pause as I looked down at her body. "Things to see." 

I met her eyes, leaned in the last little bit and grumbled right in her ear, "And you to do." She shivered. 

I pulled back a little and growled, "Lift your arms above your head."

She started to lift her arms out to the sides, jumping-jack style, before I growled again and she realized it was because she couldn't lift her arms without touching mine, which were still pinning the door shut.

She looked me in the eyes and said, "Um?"

I pulled back a little more -- a very little, and said, "Figure it out, little girl."

She lowered her arms, then crossed one carefully across her torso before lifting it through my arms while being careful to not touch mine. I was close enough that first her forearm pushed one breast up and then let it drop then her upper arm pushed the other one up and let it drop as it slid past. Her nipples had been showing a little before, but they were definitely showing now.

Once that arm was above her head she repeated the process. When her arm nearly touched mine I growled at her again and she slowed to be more careful until it, too was above her head. Now both of her nipples were perked up quite nicely beneath her thin top.

And, just like Alexandra, she crossed her wrists. She didn't extend her arms all the way, which allowed her to cross them at pretty-much a square angle not far above her head. 

I pushed back slightly and reached my left hand up and put my thumb beneath her wrists and my fingers above to grasp her wrists and hold them in place.

"I see you understood my message and wore a skirt. What have you got under here for me, Carlie?" I asked as I reached down to the front of her hip and began to pull the fabric of her just-above-the-knee length skirt up with my fingertips and gathered it in my palm, slowly raising her hemline as I dragged the material against her thigh.

I wasn't watching my hand though. Or her long shapely legs as they came into view. I was watching her eyes as they looked straight across into mine.

They drifted shut, but the lids were fluttering a little and she was breathing heavily as her skirt slowly crept its way up her thigh. But that wasn't what I was watching for.

There it was! Her eyes shot open and flicked straight to the security camera in the corner. 

"Whatcha lookin' at, Carlie? Afraid the duty manager might be watching?" No response. 

"Or did it just occur to you that, instead of having to tell them what I did to you, Alex and Kelsey are going to be able to watch at least some of it on their very own copies?" Her eyes rolled upward a little, then the lids slowly closed and she shivered and moaned audibly. I could feel her hip ease slightly forward into my hand as her pussy hunched up toward me.

"I knew that would turn you on. Knowing that your friends are going to be watching and wondering what you wore under this skirt, too?" She moaned again and her eyes opened, flicked to the camera and then flicked back to mine. There was no mistaking the lust in those eyes.

I abandoned trying to lift her skirt then and let it drop back into place and she groaned in frustration.

Instead, I began to pull the bottom of her blouse out from the waistband of her skirt.

I didn't "yank it out like I was in charge". I pulled it out a little at a time -- because I WAS in charge. I pulled a little in the front, then pulled a little in the back, then on one side, then the other, but always slowly, seeing in her eyes that the delay was increasing the tension. As I pulled the blouse upward on each side I used my foot to ease her bare foot on that side outward a little. 

Her eyes were making a circuit now. She'd look in my eyes, then down to my hand moving around her body, then over to the camera, then back to my eyes. 

I eventually pulled the last little bit of her blouse out of her waistband, then reached to the center of her body and began to slowly unbutton it from the bottom up. By this time her feet were far enough apart that her thighs were starting to make the material of her skirt climb upward on its own.

As I unbuttoned each button, the tension on it caused by her hands being over her head exposed more and more of her belly she began to shiver slightly pretty much continuously. It was a little cooler in the stairwell than it would be on the other side of the door, but I suspected her shivering and the goose-bumps popping out on her skin had less to do with the temperature and more to do with what she was feeling.

And it was obvious that the same sensations were causing the piloerection of the fine hairs on her body and were continuing to cause the erection of her nipples, which looked like they were trying to force their way through her thin, silky blouse. Shit, if they got any harder and pointier they'd be able to CUT their way through.

I continued to slowly unbutton her blouse (where the fuck had she gotten one with this many buttons and why the fuck did she decide to wear it this morning?) until the naked skin between her breasts began to be exposed. I didn't immediately pull the gap apart, just continued to slowly unbutton the last few buttons.

After I unbuttoned the last one I reached up with my hand and she closed her eyes and leaned into my fingertips as I ran them across her temple and through the hair on the side of her head, up and over her ear, letting the side of my little finger just barely graze the super-fine hairs on the edge of her ear. Her body shuddered and she moaned as her hips bucked forward again.

As my hand continued on around, my fingertips moved down the side of her neck and started out along the top of her shoulder.

I heard and felt her intake of breath as she expected her breast and nipple to be exposed to me -- and to her friends on the camera.

Instead, I slid my fingertips down across her collarbone inside the blouse and further down across her chest until they were just to the outside of her nipple. Then I spread my fingers and dragged the tip of my middle and ring fingers just above and below her nipple. She arched her back and wriggled, trying to get them to make contact.

I slid my fingertips back across her sternum then up the front of her neck and out to her shoulder before continuing down over her breast and repeated the near-miss (near-touch, actually) of her nipple.

Instead of going back to the first breast, I dragged my fingertips down her sternum then down the middle of her belly to her skirt. I slipped the tips inside the waistband and pulled the front down a little, then slid them around to her right side and pulled it down a little before dragging the nails across her lower belly to her left and tugging it down slightly as well.

I pulled them back to the middle and started to drag the back of my nails lightly back up her belly. This time I was watching my hand and that allowed me to see the subtle movements of the muscles under her skin as she tried to de-conflict the impulse to shy away from the tickle and the desire to stay there to prolong the contact.

I only pulled my fingers up a little though. Then I quickly twisted my hips and torso to the side as I turned my hand around and shot it down the front of her skirt. 

Her eyes snapped open and straight to the camera and her body quivered like a taut string as my fingertips split her slit and ran down the small wet space between her inner and outer lips.

I didn't slip the tips inside her dripping cunt. Instead I let them continue on down until they were resting just on her perineum. This caused the heel of my palm to come to rest on her clit. I ground it into her pussy once or twice and Carlie pushed her hips forward into it until her hips were a few inches from the door.

Then I began to push back and she looked at me in surprise as my hand slowly forced her hips backward in spite of her attempt to stop me. I glanced down to watch the play of her abdominal muscles now as she tried to fight my strength.

Her surprise turned almost to astonishment when I looked into her eyes and forced her hips all the way back against the door, but then turned to actual astonishment as I braced my feet and legs, flexed my arm and began to lift her up onto her toes. As the weight came off her feet her toes started to slide across the floor. I stopped lifting and growled. She caught my intent and flexed her thighs to keep her feet spread.

I only lifted her a little more and didn't hold her there long, just far and long enough for her to know I could.

I lowered her slowly and as soon as she had enough weight on her feet she began to grind her pussy into my hand and my fingers got wetter.

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I pulled my hand out of her skirt and lightly swatted her on the nose with the tips of my middle and ring fingers as I leaned in and growled, "Nnnoooo! You don't get to decide how much pressure you get on your little clit. Only I get to do that."

I watched her nostrils flare as she inhaled the musk of her own juices over and over again now that the tip of her cute little nose was liberally covered in them.

"Well, what should I do with you now, little girl? Should I congratulate you on having taken the initiative to meet me with no underwear on? Or should I punish you for thinking you could rush or control the situation." By the shudder that ran through her body when I said "punish" I knew what had just occurred to her.

I glanced around the stairwell and considered sitting on a step and dragging her across my lap, but a hasty check of the camera lines ruled that out -- she wouldn't be visible through the railing.

I tightened my grip on her wrists and lifted them until she was up on her toes -- but her legs were still spread. "Good girl for keeping the legs spread, but that won't keep you from getting the punishment you deserve. Walk this way." I hooked two fingers in the front of her skirt and used it to indicate for her to walk back over to the stairs.

I led her down four stairs, then grabbed her by the hip and used it to force her to turn around, then I edged her over closer to the wall. 

"Lean forward and grab the lip of that top stair, little girl," I growled and she did, making her body bend at a little more than a 90-degree angle.

I very deliberately didn't flip her skirt up over her ass onto her back to expose her naked ass cheeks. 

Don't worry. I didn't spank her through the skirt.

Instead of flipping her skirt up, I hooked the tips of my thumbs under the waistband and lifted it as I reached out as far as I could with my fingertips, dragged that material upward and then tucked it as far as I could back up under the waistband. I did that in several places around her waist.

THEN I flipped what very little remained over the waistband.

I stepped into her and braced my left hip against her left hip, then reached across with my left hand and rested my thumb on her hipbone with my fingers dangling over her side.

I took my right hand and ran it lightly over the skin of her left ass cheek from top to bottom, just barely making contact with it. When I got to the bottom I switched to the other cheek and ran it back up, still just barely making contact and she shivered again as she broke back out in chicken-skin. 

I pulled my hand away and took a quick inhale. She flinched.

"What'd you flinch for, Carlie?" I asked -- no growl this time, just a polite conversational tone.

She started to say something and I cut her off. "Doesn't matter. But I have to tell you that it's not going to help."

I took another quick inhale and she flinched again. 

I took another quick inhale and she stayed still this time. But only for a second.

Only for a second because that's when I bore down with my left thumb to pin her hip more firmly against mine and dragged the tips of my fingers very lightly across the skin of her side.

As she squealed and squirmed to get away from the tickle I brought my right hand down and around and under, then back up and impacted the underside of her left ass cheek with my cupped hand.

With my hand cupped to almost match the curve of her under-cheek there was more noise from the clap than actual impact, but there was still impact and her head snapped up as she gasped and her knees gave just a little.

I stepped one step farther down with my right foot then slipped my left leg across in front of her thighs to brace her thigh into the front of my hip vice against the side. I eased back a few inches then used my left thumb to pull her hips back to meet mine, causing her to spread her legs by a small distance.

I took a quick inhale and she stayed still. I dragged my fingers up her side and through her squirm I could feel her tense up and start to rise up a bit, but no blow fell.

I took another quick inhale and she stayed still, which is when the blow landed on the underside of her right ass cheek.

The trick was to not telegraph the inbound swat by allowing my hips to move.

I delivered several more swats to her ass from that position until I felt her move a little. When I glanced at her I saw that she was craning her neck around to look into the camera.

"Oh, are you afraid Alex and Kelsey won't be able to see your face at the same time as I pop your cute little ass?" I asked, still in a conversational tone. Again, her shiver gave her away.

"I can do something about that." Another shiver.

I stepped away from her and down a few steps to clear the camera lines then turned to face her.

She was looking over her shoulder and grinning at the camera -- until she heard the sound of my belt buckle being undone. Then she ducked her head straight down to look at me between her legs. Since they were only spread as far as they were, she could only see with one eye at a time.

As I slowly started to pull my belt through the loops on my trousers I watched her left foot. As soon as I saw it start to wriggle slightly sideways I "cleared leather" by yanking the belt the rest of the way through the last few loops, spun it up and over my right shoulder, the brought it down so the last six inches or so landed on her left ass cheek.

Her head snapped up as soon as it landed and I could hear her whimper a little.

I doubled the belt over and slapped it lightly and loosely into the inside of her left calf. "NOW you can move your foot, little girl."

She didn't.

"Ah. So that's how it's going to be, huh?"

I pulled it up, grabbed the very end of the looped portion of the belt in my left hand and pushed my hands slightly together to create a gap. Then I pulled them forcefully apart to make the leather of belt snap together and make a sharp slapping sound.

She flinched, but then realized no blow had landed.

Her head dropped and I saw just the one eye peering between her legs again.

I pulled the doubled-up belt over to my right and then shifted my body to the left as I brought the end of it smartly into the barely-visible inside of her left thigh. 

That got her left foot to move just a little and as it carried on through the follow-through I brought it straight back across to impact the inside of her right thigh.

She moved her right foot a little to the right.

I repeated the move several more times, making sure to spread the impacts up and down the inside of her thighs and only above the top of her knees.

None of the blows was hard enough to even leave a bruise -- unless she was seriously prone to bruising. Based on the tint of her skin I was pretty sure she wouldn't be sporting bruises from this little exercise.

At some point her right foot came to rest against the side of the stairwell, but I continued to match the blows on either side. Her head dropped down again and she made a quizzical sound as another pop landed on the inside of her right thigh.

"I know it won't go any farther. I'm just making sure both thighs get the attention they deserve. Both now and later."

By that time I was satisfied with how far apart her feet were and I began to spread the impacts around her pert ass and over the rest of her thighs.

Some of the blows landed flatly on the outside of her thighs now.

Some landed flatly on the cheeks of her ass.

Some were bare whispers across the backs of her thighs.

None were the mirror image of the previous -- at least not immediately. They matched almost perfectly, but where the first might be up on her left cheek, the next might be on the outside of her right thigh. This kept her constantly in suspense as to where the next contact would be.

Her head was now bobbing, but not anywhere near rhythmically. She'd look through her spread legs back at me, the belt would land, her head would pop up in response to the impact, then her face would appear as she looked over her shoulder at the camera with a mixture of expressions on her face.

Have you ever seen one of those kid's books that are divided on sets of horizontal millboard and the sections can flipped over to make different combinations of faces?

This was almost like that. But not quite.

Her mouth was stretched into a huge almost humorous grin and I could see a little trickle of saliva on the left side of it.

But her eyes?

Her eyes had the most interesting combination of satisfaction and lust and pain and desire for the spanking to quit and desire for the spanking to continue that I've ever seen. And the expression wasn't cycling through those looks. All of them were there at the same time.

Her mouth wasn't the only thing trickling liquid.

As the color bloomed on her thighs and ass it had bloomed in her pussy as well. And those lips had begun to drool even more of their own sweet, intoxicating scent.

"That was a nice little warm-up. Ready to go to my room?" I asked as I put my belt back through the loops.

I was unsurprised when she didn't immediately jump up. Nor was I unsurprised when she looked over her shoulder first at the camera then at me as she slowly gyrated her hips causing her pussy to alternately pull away as if to hide, then thrust out at me as if to get my attention.

I laughed out loud, but quickly followed that up with, "Oh, I know you'd sooooo like to get fucking drilled on camera, right here, right now. But that's not in my plan for this morning. So, up you come!" This last was said as I stepped up behind her to place a palm on each of her breasts, braced my elbows on the edges of the small of her back and helped her back into a standing position.

As soon as she stood up she started to walk up the stairs. At least she tried to.

When just the pressure of my hands didn't seem to be enough to keep her from climbing I moved my hands slightly and grabbed her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. A gentle squeeze and downward tug (okay, maybe not quite so gentle) clued her in that climbing might not be such a good idea.'

"Where do you think you're going?"





Motel Stories 03 - Carlie



"If you're not going to 'drill' me 'right here, right now' I figured you planned on taking me to your room. You said I'd be going there this morning."

"See. There you go again, Carlie. Thinking you're in charge or something. Silly girl. You're partially correct, though. We are going to my room. We're just not going directly there. Now at least try to be a good girl and put your hands behind your back."

Once her hands were behind her back I unbuttoned all the buttons at the cuffs of her blouse. I pulled them so her wrists would pass through the sleeve plackets then pulled the cuffs closer together. I twisted the cuffs as necessary so the button of one cuff was through the buttonhole of the other and vice versa.

"Try to unbutton your sleeves, Carlie," I growled.

I watched for several seconds as she attempted to undo the buttons but she was unable to even get her fingers on them.

"Oh, no, Carlie!" Whatever will you do? You can't undo your cuffs? Why, they seem almost as effective as handcuffs, huh? Now, turn around, please." Yeah, to all you "purists" I shouldn't have said "please", but it never hurts to be polite.

"There you go. Good girl." I pulled her blouse down all around and pulled the two parts of the front placket together and began to button it from the bottom up.

As I buttoned it I made sure that her breasts were exposed. By making the occasional tug or tuck or nudge I managed to get it buttoned almost all the way to the bottom of her breasts before I couldn't do any more of the buttons up. By this time her breasts had been pulled inward and upward by the material to give her a fantastic cleavage -- except "cleavage" is usually what's revealed in the neckline of the blouse. This was just beautiful, exposed, pressed-together boobs capped by some fiercely-erect nipples.

"Alright. Now we're ready. Let's go."

Carlie turned around again then almost screamed as my hand came thundering down on her already sensitive right cheek.

"Not that way, Carlie."

"But your room is up here."

"And that's where we're going. We're just not going directly there. Now get down her in front of me."

She stepped down in front of me on the steps and stopped.

"Good girl! I didn't have to tell you when to stop. Now keep going. I WILL tell you when to stop."

We walked down the stairs all the way to the first floor and she paused only slightly on each of the landings by the doors to the other floors. 

When we got to the inside of the first-floor stairwell door, I said, "Stop. Are you excited, Carlie? Did you enjoy smiling at the cameras all the way down here?" I walked around in front of her and saw her flushed face. "Did you enjoy showing your titties to your friends? Does it turn you on to know that they're going to be seeing you parading down the stairs? With your titties exposed? And your flaming red ass and thighs exposed? And your dripping wet pussy showing out from under the front of your skirt?" Her blush deepened as I asked the questions.

She nodded.

"Out loud, Carlie."

"How did you know?"

"How did I know which?"

"That I was enjoying it? You were behind me."

"I could see your cheeks move when you smiled -- and you smiled all the way down the stairs. You weren't quite careful enough to turn your head all the way away from me as you passed. You waggled your chest as you walked and I know the difference between a shiver and a shimmy. You paused for a split-second and pushed your hips forward as you came to the edge of each landing before you started to step down. And you made it a point to take the first step down off each landing really wide."

" Yes. It turned me on."

"What did, Carlie?"

"It turned me on to know my friends are going to be seeing me walk down these stairs with my titties exposed, with my ass exposed, and my wet fucking pussy juices dripping down my thighs and glistening in the lights. Now can we please go to your room? I'm so turned on I need to be fucked hard as soon as you can get your cock in me."

"Still haven't learned, have you Carlie? You're not calling the shots. Even if you did ask. But your request was impolite. You didn't say 'please'."

"Please?"

"Too late. Now come on." And I opened the door from the stairwell to the hallway.

I swear that up until that exact moment she thought we were just going to go right back up the stairs.

Silly girl. Her jaw literally dropped in disbelief, then she pulled it up and if anything, her smile got bigger.

She started to turn to the right toward the elevator then gasped as my fingertips grazed her ass cheeks again.

"Carlie, Carlie, Carlie. Still thinking you know what's going on? Turn the other way and walk."

I stepped in front of her and opened the door to the sidewalk bordering the parking lot. To her credit there was only the slightest of pauses as she crossed the threshold. Also to her credit, she stopped when she got to the edge of the sidewalk. Whether that was to await directions, to look slowly around the parking lot in case there might be someone out there to see her in this situation, or to then smile broadly at that camera or not was of no concern to me.

"Turn left and walk, little girl." This was going to take her past the front doors and I could see her starting to angle away from them, hoping she would be far enough away that they wouldn't open. Being the guy I am I let her get away with it for a while. But only a little while.

Just as she thought she was going to be able to get past them without them opening I grabbed her by the left elbow and steered her straight toward them.

This time there was a slightly longer hesitation, which was solved with another small slap to her ass. She stepped off, but very slowly.

"What's the matter, Carlie? Are you wondering if the night clerk comes to the desk every time he hears the front doors open?" She shivered as we crossed the threshold of the outer sliding doors. "It was okay when you thought it was just your friends watching on the video? But now you might get seen in person? By someone other than your friends?" Shudder. Moan. We crossed the threshold of the inner sliding doors. "Tell me Carlie, are you walking slowly because you hope the longer it takes the more likely it is that he'll come out and look?" 

That got her moving a little more quickly, but only a little.

"We'll be going to the elevator once we get past the desk this time," I informed her.

She managed to maintain her pace and started doing the model walk, crossing one foot in front of the other as she walked to emphasize the movement of her hips. And instead of walking directly past the desk, where she might have been partially hidden by the raised portion of it, she took the long way around the chairs in the reception area.

That earned her a light swat. "Sexy little minx!" I could see her smile and her shoulders came back just a bit more to better display her tits.

She kept that up until we passed the door to the office, which is when I reached over, grabbed the handle to the kitchen door opposite the office, rattled it slightly and gave a greatly exaggerated gasp.

She squealed and bolted for the elevator.

She got there before I did -- obviously. I stood back a few feet as I watched her try to find the button with her hands behind her back.

I was impressed when it occurred to her to turn around, step back and use her left big toe to push it. I was also impressed that she thought to turn toward me so lifting her leg that way exposed her glistening pussy as it spread open. Her smile spread open again, too and she giggled.

Since it was early morning, the elevator was already on the first floor and the door opened almost immediately and she darted in.

I took my time with entering and paused for several seconds blocking the beam of the photocell to keep the door open longer. Carlie was almost hopping with impatience.

Once I was inside I stepped toward her, which caused her to back into that corner of the elevator.

"You know which floor, don't you?"

She nodded.

"Then why haven't you pushed the button yet, miss impatience?"

She started to step toward the control panel and I stopped her with a curt, growled, "Unh uh."

She looked at me quizzically, but only for a split-second, then she glanced up at the camera in the corner, moved back, turned and leaned into the corner and slowly lifted her right leg up to touch the button for my floor. But with a wicked grin she kept her leg raised and extended and also pushed the buttons for all the floors below it, too.

"Good girl, Carlie! This one time I won't punish you for trying to take control. "But you may wish you hadn't done that. Now, put that sexy fucking leg down and unzip my trousers."

She dropped the leg with another wicked smile and started to turn around to use her hands.

"N-n-n-n-o-o-o-o-o. On your knees, little girl." Her smile turned from wicked to pleased very quickly. She was almost as quick to get on her knees.

I stepped into her, making sure we were side-on to that camera so her Alex and Kelsey could watch as she tried.

"Have you done this before?" I asked and she shook her head slightly, then used her cheek to push open the flap over my zipper and worked her face upward. I could tell when she started using her tongue to find the zipper tab. "Apparently you've given this particular task some thought then?" She nodded. "You're doing a very good job."

I saw her smile as she worked my zipper down with it clenched in her front teeth. She didn't even pause when we stopped on a floor and the doors opened, paused, then closed. Once my zipper was all the way down she just knelt there and smiled up at me.

"Pull my cock out."

Since I go "commando" she didn't need to figure out to get underwear out of the way.

She did manage to wedge her face far enough between the flaps of the zipper to get her lips on the side of my engorged cock. She applied a little suction and managed to pull it closer to the opening, the door opened, paused then closed, then she re-adjusted her position and pulled the rest of my stiff cock out through my fly. 

She didn't do anything more than pull it out, though. Just looked up at me (and over at the camera out the corner of her eye) and smiled.

"There's a good girl. Would you like to suck my dick?"

I didn't think her smile could get any broader, but it did, and the sparkle in her eyes intensified, if that was even possible.

"I will allow it."

She eased forward on her knees and took the head of my cock into her mouth and began to slide her lips lightly over the head. 

I had been watching the floor indicator and so I wasn't surprised when we got to my floor. But she sure was.

"This is our floor, Carlie."

I saw her shoulders slump and she sucked a little harder as she started to slide her mouth off my cock.

"Oh Carlie. What am I going to do with you. Always assuming you know what I want you to do. You know what happens when you 'assume', don't you?"

She looked up at me as I held the "door open" button with my thumb, raised her eyebrows and made a very nice quizzical moan as she looked me in the eyes with my cock still in her mouth and her lips lodged firmly just beyond the ridge of the head and her tongue lodged just below it.

"Where I work we say that when one 'assumes' one makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'."

She groaned, then giggled.

"You've never heard that one before?"

She slowly shook her head from side to side, making sure to slide her tongue around on the underside of my cockhead as she did.

"But in this case, that's not the case. This time I'm going to have to tell you that when YOU 'assume' it means that 'me' is going to finish up the morning in 'ur' 'ass'." She moaned this time.

"So let's get going, huh?"

She again started to slide her mouth off my cock and I growled at her. She looked at me quizzically again.

"Standing up would be a good start."

Again she started to pull her mouth off my cock and I gave an exaggerated sigh.

I saw comprehension pass through her eyes and she managed to get to her feet without ever letting my cock out of her mouth.

The feel of her mouth moving over my head as she did was quite interesting.

The feel of her mouth as I started to walk forward out of the elevator and she paused to let more of it slide into her mouth to help maintain her balance was very much more interesting.

I walked out of the elevator with her mouth clamped around my cock. It didn't appear to cause her any issues walking backward, even though she couldn't use her arms to balance or brace herself as she backed out. But she did gag slightly once or twice.

Once out of the elevator, I slowly rotated my body to be able to back down the hall. I had thought about backing her down the hallway to my room, but decided that if she tripped and clamped involuntarily it would be a very bad idea.

So I backed down the hallway, leading her with my dick. 

Since she couldn't necessarily match my steps, my dick slid slightly in and out of her mouth and her tongue slid all around underneath it with each step. Nice!!

I backed slightly past the door to my room, then pivoted slightly and started to walk toward it.

When Carlie's ass hit the door I kept moving and drove another little bit of my cock into her mouth. I nudged a little more and muttered, "Just need to get... a little closer... to the door... to be able... to get...the card...in the door." With the last word of each phrase I nudged a little farther and a little harder. "Ah, there it goes. Say goodnight to Alex, and Kelsey, and yourself, Carlie." She turned her face as far toward the camera as she could with my cock buried in her mouth and I could feel her lips and throat work as she managed a barely-recognizable, "Good night, Alex. Good night, Kelsey. Good night, me." I opened the door, smiled and waved at the camera myself, and backed her in. 

I let the door close quietly behind me then pivoted to get her to follow again.

I backed over to the chair that was positioned just inside the window by the light of the TV that I'd left on and stopped.

"Let go, Carlie," I said.

"Hmm uhm." She mumbled as she knelt and continued to work on my cock with her tongue.

"Let go, Carlie," I growled.

"Hmm uhm."

"Spit it out, Carlie!"

"Hmm uhm!," this time with a slight shake of the head, making her tongue slide around under the head a little more.

I reached down between us and plugged her nose. She just kept sucking and licking on my cock.

I waited until I thought she should have had to take a breath, then a little longer in case she was a swimmer in addition to being a runner and was just about to try something else when I became aware of an occasional cool sensation on each side of my dick. 

I laughed. "You little minx!! You're breathing around the sides of my cock, aren't you?"

She giggled around it.

"Seriously, Carlie, spit it out!" and I let go of her nose and swatted it. She finally relented and let my cock slip from her lips. She pouted and made a frustrated whining sound as it slid out.

"There's a good girl. Sorry, but I had to do that to be able to set everything else up." She made a face, but then sighed and knelt there.

I turned part way around and slowly pulled the inner curtains open one at a time, watching her reaction as I did. I swear her nipples got even more erect than they had been - and they'd been stiff the whole time I could see them. Maybe they'd just gotten bigger?

I slowly opened the outer, sheer curtains and she shifted slightly on her heels and spread her knees.

I kicked the ottoman so recently used by Kelsey out of the way then tilted the chair onto one leg, spun it around and pulled it back from the window just a little.

As I walked by Carlie she tried to catch my cock in her mouth. 

I turned the TV a little more toward that side of the room, grabbed the remote from the table and a couple of condoms out of my suitcase and set them on the arm of the sofa next to the chair.

She tried again as I walked back past her.

I walked over to the bed, dragged a bunch of the pillows to the foot of the bed then tossed them one at a time onto the chair.

I walked over to where she was kneeling and tucked the fingers of my hands into her armpits from behind and lifted as I said, "Up ya go, little girl."

I turned her around and led her over to the window. "What'd'ya say we get you undressed, hmmm?"

I nudged her feet as close to the short wall under the large window as I could, then reached down to begin unbuttoning her cuffs and pretended to have difficulty getting the buttons undone. I actually had them unbuttoned already and was just holding the cuffs in my hands.

"Sorry, sweetie, but I need to lift your arms a little to be able to get these undone."

I chuckled as I heard her gasp.

"Aw, what's the matter, babe? Window a little cold on the nipples? This shouldn't take but a few more minutes."

I lifted and tugged on her cuffs, dragging her nipples across the cold glass of the window.

I finally let go of her cuffs and let her arms drop to her sides.

"Is your ass still burning?" 

"A little."

"Gosh, that's too bad," I said as I grabbed her hips and spun her around. "Let's see if this helps," and I pushed her hips backward until her ass hit the glass. She gasped and flinched away, but then eased her red cheeks to the glass and shifted her position slightly to gradually get as much of it as possible soothed even slightly by the cold glass. As she shifted her body I unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off over her shoulders and down her arms, then gradually pulled her skirt down over her hips, down her legs and then out from under her feet.

I let go of her then, adjusted the pillows on the chair, took off own my shirt and my trousers, tossed them over to the sofa and sat on the chair, reclining back onto the pillows.

"I believe you're in the wrong place, Carlie. Shouldn't you be back on your knees with my prick in your hot little mouth?"

She silently shook her head, but there was enough light coming from the TV to see the glint in her eyes.

"Oh really? How about 'get on your fucking knees and suck my fucking cock'? Does that wo..."

Well. Apparently it did because I broke off the question as her mouth slid down over the head of my cock once again as she locked her eyes on mine.

She didn't take me all the way into her mouth.

She did, however, let some spit dribble from her mouth down the shaft then wrap her hand around it and use it like an extension of her mouth so I was feeling warm wet friction all the way up and down my prick.

All the while her tongue was dancing circles around and around my head, with occasional pauses to caress the underside of it.

Then she stopped.

Not "stopped" -- stopped. Just stopped doing that and changed what she was doing.

Between the light coming in the window and that coming from the TV I could see the look in her eyes and could see a glint of humor? Mischievousness? 

She took her mouth off my cock and used her right hand to hold it between her fingertips and the heel of her hand and began to lick it slowly from the base to the head. She did that a few times then got another mischievous look on her face.

She moved her right hand up to grab the head between her thumb, forefinger, middle finger and the base of her thumb. Then she reached up with her left hand and grabbed my scrotum the same way. I wondered what was going on. 

I found out when she smiled, licked her lips, tilted my cock to the side, leaned in and took a little bite of it near the side of the base with her teeth.

Normally I'd have swatted her on the nose and growled, "No teeth," but before I could say anything she released. She hadn't bitten hard, just a nibble. I don't think her teeth even came all the way together. 




Motel Stories 03 - Carlie



She released, moved her head just a little to the side and did the same thing. Then again.

Something about this seemed familiar, but I was a little distracted by the feel of her teeth moving slowly up my dick.

When she got to the head she moved back down to the base, moved her head around a little and pulled my cock away from my abs to repeat the nibbles.

She lifted off her heels to do it a third time, this time more toward the top of it.

About her sixth trip nibbling upward it occurred to me why this was familiar. She looked like she was chewing on an ear of corn!

By this time she'd worked her way around to the opposite side and was looking in my eyes. She must have seen the thought cross my mind because she pulled off at the top, took my head back into her mouth again, gave it a little suck as she pulled her mouth off and said, "All it needs is a little butter!" Then she licked her lips and went right back to the base.

This time she lifted herself off her knees to rest her sternum on my left thigh with one titty on either side of it. She leaned down and, making sure she could see me out the corner of her eyes, dragged those nibbles upward along the tube that runs up the underside of my dick.

That was almost as sensitive as the frenulum. As her teeth worked their way upwards it was almost like she was chasing something or driving it.

As she neared the underside of my cockhead again I saw her tilt her head slightly to be able to watch the head.

Neither of us was surprised when a fair amount of pre-cum bubbled out and began to run down the already-wet skin.

"Yummmm. Butter!" she smiled as she wrapped her mouth around the head then released it slightly and dragged her lips down the shaft to the base. 

She nibbled her way back upward again and was rewarded with another small gush.

She pulled back and let go of my cock. But then she lightly grabbed a little skin on the top just below the head with her left hand and used two fingers of her right hand to drag that pre-cum down the underside.

She went back to licking up the underside of my cock. Long slow strokes from base to head again.

But then she stopped doing that and licked my ball-sack.

She licked the crease in the middle of it from about half way up to the base of my cock. Then she licked a little to the left of that trace, then a little to the right until the alternated licks ended on either side where my scrotum met my thighs.

She went back to the middle and licked like she had the first time. Then she ducked a little lower and started a little lower, then a little lower yet.

She put her right upper arm on my thigh and used her right hand to lift my balls and lowered her starting spot yet again.

The next pass of her tongue started at the same spot, but instead of traveling upward it moved to the side. She tilted her head the other way and licked that way as well.

She kept lowering her starting point and the path until she was licking across where my balls met "taint".

As she continued licking lower and lower I tilted my head back because I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to last much longer if I continued to watch her eyes as she continued to lick.

I thought I saw some motion somewhere and focused my attention out the window.

I was trying to maintain my attention out there when I felt the first tentative swipe of the tip of her tongue across my asshole.

Then she had my full attention again. She licked across it. She licked around it. 

She licked around the outside of it. Then she licked a little more toward the center. Then...

Then she put the tip of her tongue right in the center of my asshole and began to wiggle it as she began to push it inward.

I gritted my teeth to keep from moaning but she stopped, then went back to licking up my shaft.

She gradually lifted her ass off her knees again and took the head of my cock in her mouth, let some saliva run down it and started to suck on the tip while licking the underside of it and stroking the rest of it with her hand.

Just as I was coming I thought I saw movement again, but at that point I was less concerned about it than earlier. 

She kept sucking even after my orgasm was over and I had to reach down, grab her head in both hands and pull her off since I was so sensitive.

I used my hands on her head to gently lift her off her knees as I first leaned forward then stood.

I pulled her in to kiss her and then allowed my hands to slide down her arms before pulling her in for a hug.

"Where did you ever learn to do that 'corn-on-the-cob' thing? I've never even heard of something like that before," I asked between kisses. 

"You liked it?"

"Wasn't it obvious? Where?"

"Didn't learn it anywhere. Came up with it myself. I was eating lunch and was more than a little horny. Obviously we were having corn-on-the-cob and I had just put some butter on it when my mom asked me to pass her something. I did, and when I looked back at it some of the butter was still running down the side of the ear and in my mind it looked like cum dripping down the side of a freshly-blown cock. I licked the butter off and put some more on. I had put more on it four times when my mom asked me what I was doing. I couldn't very well tell her what I was thinking so I had to go ahead and eat it. And then eating it made me wonder what it would feel like to a guy to have his cock nibbled like that, so..."

"Damn! How long ago was this and has everyone liked it?"

"Ummmm. Yesterday. Before I came to work. And everybody I've done it to so far has liked it. You did, didn't you?"

"Hell yes!! But, 'yesterday'?"

"I said I was more than a little horny, didn't I? After knowing what you had done to Kelsey and Alex and knowing I was going to take my shot, I couldn't be anything BUT horny as fuck."

"Nice!!"

While we had been talking I had been watching over her shoulder and finally caught the motion I thought I had seen earlier. I caught the movement of a curtain in a room on the other wing of the motel and a floor up.

I let go of Carlie and spun her around then pulled her back up against me. 

As I began to nibble on her neck, and ears, and shoulders, my hands slid down to begin to massage her breasts.

I slipped the tips of both middle and ring fingers into the crease between her tits and her chest and slid them inward and she leaned farther back against me. When my fingers got to the middle I flexed them slightly and dragged them back, this time using my nails to lightly scratch her skin. She moaned and relaxed a little, letting her head fall backward to rest on my shoulder.

I cupped her tits in my hands and used my palms and fingers to very gently squeeze them a few times.

At some point the upper edge of my first knuckles made contact with her nipples and she hissed. 

Taking that as a hint I planted the heels of both palms on the outside of her breasts, spread my fingers slightly and began to rotate my hands up and down around the heel. That caused my forefinger to contact the nipple, drag on it and then let its rubbery stiffness free to jiggle momentarily, then my middle finger did the same, followed by my ring finger and finally my little finger. Then the whole process was repeated in reverse.

As I did this she began to grind her ass against me and I heard a slight gasp every once in a while as her sensitive skin rubbed against me. 

I continued to play with her left nipple that way as my right hand slowly slid down her belly until my fingertips had just reached the top of her slit.

She spread her legs slightly in anticipation but I pulled my hand back up. I had curled my fingertips under so it was the tips of my nails dragging up her belly again and I could feel her squirm a little to try to avoid the tickle.

I brought the hand all the way up until the back of my wrist just barely nudged the underside of her boob. 

This time when I shot my hand down her stomach my fingertips plowed through the dripping gash between her inner and outer lips and my middle and ring fingers curled around and shot straight back up into her quim.

Her knees buckled just a little and I took a partial step back with my left foot and shifted my right thigh to the middle of her ass. As it slid across her cheek she hissed a little more and I pushed her forward just a bit.

Her response to that was to begin to very slowly grind her hips back and forth to grind her sensitive cheeks more firmly into my thigh.

As I continued I noticed the curtain from earlier begin to open all the way, first the inner then the outer sheer curtain as well.

I took a short break from nibbling on the side of Carlie's neck and whispered in her ear, "What would you say if I told you we had an audience?"

She pulled her head forward off my shoulder and looked out across the parking lot to the nearby highway.

"That would be so cool! But the highway is too far away and the cars are going too fast to be able to see anything." Her head fell back as I continued to rub her pussy with my fingers inside and the heel of my palm rubbing small circles on her clit.

"Not there. Next floor up and the fourth room from the end." Her head came up and nodded slightly as she ticked off the rooms, two windows per room. 

"It looks like the curtains are open, but I don't think there's anyone there. That would be cool, too, though. I kinda like the idea of being watched -- as you figured out earlier."

She had just about laid her head back on my shoulder as I continued to massage her nipples and pussy when the light in that room snapped on. Her head snapped back upright.

Whoever was in that room had taken some precautions. While the curtains were open and the light had come on, she -- definitely a she -- had wrapped a towel around the lampshade of the floor-lamp next to her.

Where her body was completely illuminated as she sat in the chair, her face was completely in shadow.

"Wave at her, Carlie! Welcome her to watch."

She did, but got no response from the other woman and I quickly figured out why. Leaving Carlie in place, I stepped away from her to the bathroom and retrieved a towel of our own. I wrapped it around the floor lamp and turned it on, making sure to position it so our bodies would be illuminated and our faces hidden as well.

I reclined back on the pillows and pulled Carlie back to me. As I pulled her back she spread her legs on either side of mine.

I reached back with my left hand and grabbed a condom, tore it open, pulled it out and rolled it down my cock.

I lifted her up and pulled her back onto me, laying her back on my chest.

"Are you ready to be the main event now?" I growled in her ear. "If you are, wave to her now that she can see us."

She waved and the naked woman waved back then dropped her hand to her crotch.

"Are you ready to have my stiff cock in your tight little pussy now?"

"Hell yes!!"

"What do you want, Carlie?"

"I want to watch that woman over there finger-fuck herself to orgasm while she watches you fuck me."

"Then guide me in baby."

She lifted herself slightly then reached down between her legs, grabbed my cock, positioned it and then slowly started to slide herself down onto it.

Once she bottomed out she began to rock her hips and slide up and down slightly to begin milking my cock. I reached around with my left hand and started to play with her nipple while I worked my right hand down her tummy again to begin playing with her clit.

We set a rhythm then that we maintained for a few minutes, then Carlie asked, "Can you see her hand on her tit?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't you start working both of my nipples the same way she's working hers? I'll take care of my clit."

So I began to pinch and pull at her hard little nipples with both hands while I could feel her body shaking as her right arm moved in time with the woman's arm.

It wasn't a long time later when she said, "Uh-oh. I just 'assumed' something."

"And that was?"

"It doesn't matter, does it? I thought you said earlier that if I assumed you were going to fuck my tight little asshole, or something like that?"

"Well now that you mention it... Why don't you do something about that?"

She lifted slightly and made a production out of very slowly pulling herself off of my cock and moving it slightly. She made an equal production out of slowly sliding back down on it as the head gradually penetrated her inner sphincter. 

The woman in the other room took her hand off her tit long enough to give us a thumbs-up then it went back to pinching her nipples and fingering her clit.

Carlie started to slide up her ass up and down on my cock as my hands went back to work on her nipples and her hand went back to work on her own clit.

I continued to take gentle bites of Carlie's shoulder as we both watched the mystery woman and Carlie's thrusts became faster.

The woman now had both hands buried in the shadow of her crotch and her chest was pulling up off the pillows on her chair -- when her hips weren't bucking off the seat.

"Fuck me? Fuck my tight little asshole?"

"Um. I'm pretty sure I am, little girl."

"Sorry, but it feels like I'm fucking myself with your cock. Fuck ME!"

"Oh, that's the LAST time you get to think you're able to be in charge, bitch!" She moaned and shivered when I called her a bitch.

"You fucking play with your nipples now. I've got better things to be doing with my hands."

I grabbed her by the hips and began to lift her up my cock then slam her back down. She lifted her legs so her heels were on the front edge of the seat, which only spread her knees more.

"Get the fuck down bitch! Slam your tight little asshole on my big fucking cock. Take it bitch! Take the whole fucking thing."

Now I was using just my left hand to slam her hips onto me and it was my right fingertips that were flying across her clit.

Carlie had let go of her left nipple and was bracing her torso up off me with her left hand on the back of the chair, but her right hand was pulling and tugging on her nipple.

"You like it, bitch? You like having a hard fucking cock buried up your little ass? You like having your freshly spanked ass slammed my thighs? Does it hurt so good?"

"Yes!! I love it! I love being fucked in the ass with a big meat shaft while being watched by a complete stranger. Fuck my little ass harder. Please?"

She sat up then, dropping her feet back to the floor, and I went back to using my hands on her hips to lift her then slam her down on my cock. Now I could feel her right hand working her clit and could see her left elbow moving as she was working her nipples. 

There was just enough darkness outside that I could see a little reflection in the glass. 

What a trip. I could see her body rising and falling on my cock from behind, I could see the same thing in the reflection. I could see her left hand digging her nails into her boob when she wasn't trying to tear her nipple off with them and I could see the fingers of her right hand flashing over her clit. But with a little shift of the eyes I could see a complete stranger working her own nipples and clit while watching us.

Then I saw that Carlie's entire attention was focused on the woman and I placed mine there as well.

Somehow we both managed to sync with the woman and gauged her level of arousal.

We saw her body start to tense, then her own heels flew up to the edge of her seat, her hips came up off the chair and she squirted all over the window.

Carlie's body had been quivering in my grasp but now I had a hell of a time holding onto her. And holding onto her was all was doing at this point as she lifted herself up them rammed herself back down on my cock.

"Take me!! Take my fucking ass! Make me yours, you magnificent fucking animal! Fuck my tight little asshole with that huge fucking meat stick!"

As she ground that last out through her gritted teeth, Carlie began to cum. She made another raise and drop or two, then dropped all the way onto my cock and ground her hips and ass into my thighs as her knees spasmed open and closed.

The clenching of her pussy and ass was enough to drag me over the edge and we both came together.

We laid there for a few minutes afterward. We weren't "basking in the afterglow". We were incapable of moving because we were exhausted.

"Shit! That was awesome!" Carlie said. "I run cross-country track at college and I don't think I've ever been this worn out even after I've won a hard race."

She was lying back on my chest again and turned her head to kiss me. "Kelsey and Alex were right. You DO know how to treat a lady."

"Well, my lady, are you ready to get cleaned up? Because my cock is slipping out of your delightful little ass and as much as I hate to say this, I do still have to go to work this morning."

She giggled as she stood, then turned to grab my hands and help me stand up.

I looked over at the other window and watched as the woman stood up herself. As she turned around I caught the barest glimpse of a tattoo on the back of one shoulder, but then she disappeared into the darkness. When I looked again the light was off.

We ducked into the shower and had a nice little time washing each other. Neither of us had any energy left for even trying for another orgasm.

By the time we got out and got dressed there was enough light outside that I could tell the curtains on the other room were open, but I couldn't see anyone inside.

I opened the door and let Carlie out ahead of me, made sure the door was closed and we started walking toward the stairs.

She hadn't made it three or four steps when she hissed and stopped. "You fucker!"

I laughed. "What?"

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

I put on my fake-innocent look and asked, "What are you talking about, Carlie? What do you think I did?"

"You know full well, you old bastard. All those swats on the sides and backs of my thighs? It's bad enough that I'm going to have a hell of a time sitting down to drive home, but every time I take a step this skirt drags across my thighs and it hurts so fucking gooood!"

"Wait till we get to the stairs, little girl."

By the time we got to the first floor she was shaking and moaning. We stopped just inside the door and she held her arms out to give me a hug.

I wrapped my left arm around her waist and hugged her slightly from the side as she wrapped her arms around my upper arms and chest.

She tilted her head to the side and just as our lips made contact my right hand snaked up under her skirt and the backs of two knuckles dragged over her clit.

She squealed and came up on her toes. 

No, let me rephrase that. She came. Up on her toes.

I grabbed her ass cheek with my left hand and squeezed a bit as she muttered and moaned and groaned into my mouth with her hips hunching and bucking up against my hand.

When she finally settled down and could stand on her own again she stepped back and swatted lightly at my shoulder.

"Motherfucker! You don't check out for another week, right?"

"C'mon, Carlie. You know I don't."

"Have you ever heard of making a woman 'airtight'?"

I admitted I had.

"Have you ever heard of making a man airtight?"

I thought for a few seconds and admitted I hadn't.

"Good. I have to talk to Alex and Kelsey, but I have an idea or three I'd like to try out. See you soon!" and she turned and walked out the door.

I walked down to the breakfast area and set my stuff down.

"Shit, man. The longer we're here the longer it takes you to get to breakfast. You must be really getting old," one of the guys said.

"Ah, that old bastard probably just got up early and had himself a hell of a workout," my female co-worker interjected.

"Something like that."

I walked over to get breakfast and when I walked around the serving island my female co-worker was standing waiting for the line at the juice area to go down.




Motel Stories 04 - Sam



The number "4" above might have tipped you off that there are other stories in the series. Please consider going back and reading (or re-reading) them before reading this installment. 

NC-18 - No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. 

This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. 

***** 

We left after breakfast that morning to head out to the site where we were working. And of course AFTER we got there we found out an issue had come up and we weren't going to be able to work that day. 

They had tried calling our coordinator while we were driving out, but with the spotty cell phone coverage his service got in some of the passes, it hadn't come through. They'd left messages, but he hadn't thought to check his voicemail. 

We hung around a while, in case the issue could be corrected and we at least might get something done, but we finally had to give up and call it a day. 

I climbed into the far back seat of the van like I usually did, since no one else wanted to sit back there. That usually gave me a chance to take a nap (or at least pretend to while I remembered recent experiences or planned possible future ones or just plain, flat out fantasized) while everyone else talked about whatever. 

We still hadn't taken off a few minutes later and I looked up to see why. Sam, who usually calls shotgun and runs to the van, had hung back doing something with her cell phone until she saw that everyone else had climbed in and that someone else had gotten the shotgun seat. Then she walked over to the van and stopped outside the passenger side front door and put her hands on her hips. 

The guy that had grabbed that seat rolled his window down and good-naturedly said, "What? You snooze, you lose!" 

She glared at him, and he glumly said, "But if it's that important to you, I'll let you have it." For someone who's probably only in her mid-to-late 20's and all of five feet, two inches tall, she was really good at intimidating some of the guys - most of whom would have had her by anywhere from six inches to almost a foot and a half and a whole bunch of pounds. 

She gave a big sigh and said, "No, you're right. I got distracted and lost it fair and square. I guess I'll just have to ride in the back today." 

Then, instead of climbing in the middle seat, or even the one between it and me (both of which had at least one empty seat), she looked at me and asked, "You mind if I ride back here with you, old man?" and plunked herself into the other end of the rear-most bench. 

I glanced over at her and said, "You can sit wherever you want, Sam." 

She grinned and said, "Nice to know. Thanks." 

The first 20 minutes or so of the trip back were quiet, though I did hear her take a deep breath a few times like she was getting ready to say something, but she didn't. 

I was sitting there watching the sights pass by... 

Well, I was looking out the window. But I was seeing Kelsey and Carlie and Alex and the things we'd been doing the last couple of mornings. I was trying to figure out a way to let them know I was off for the day, but was having trouble thinking of a plausible way to convince the manager on duty to either give up one of their phone numbers or call one of them and relay a message without diming them out for having been to my room. 

Finally she did that inhale, pause, exhale thing one more time and I said, "What?" 

""What do you mean 'what?'?" 

"You keep starting to say something, then stop. Either say it or let it go." 

"I was wondering what you're going to do this afternoon now that we aren't working?" 

"I haven't thought that far ahead." I was hoping, but... "Since we'd planned on working straight through our time here, I hadn't even taken the time to think of things to do on weekends. And since I've been trying to keep to east coast time, I've been heading to bed early and getting up early. I haven't even thought of things to do in the evening." 

"Yeah. Getting up early." She grinned. "And getting a workout in?" 

"Most mornings, yeah." Well, I had been before Alex stopped by the other morning. Then again, I had been getting a workout in the last two mornings since then too. 

A few minutes later she said, "So what do you think?" 

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I've been trying to solve a little problem in my head and keep drifting back to it. What're you thinking of doing?" 

"You know the mind is the first thing to go? I said I'm thinking about running up to the National Forest and going hiking for a bit. Want to go along?" 

"It would probably depend on where you wanted to go. As you've been saying for months now, I'm an old fart and my knees aren't that good anymore. Wouldn't you rather have one of the younger guys go with you?" 

"Wow! You were involved in solving that problem. No one else wants to go. They say they have plans to hit one of the casinos, but I think they're really going to hit another topless bar - one of the few they haven't been to yet since they have the extra time." 

"Are you sure you don't want to just go by yourself? You'd probably get slowed down if I went with you." Sam shook her head. "But if it's not too steep and not too far of a hike, then yeah, I could probably go with you, just to keep you company. But how would we get there?" It wasn't really that I couldn't figure out that last part, I was just trying to throw up roadblocks to give me time to figure out how to get in touch with at least one of the girls. 

"I wouldn't feel safe going by myself. If you don't go I won't either. But I'm really hoping you'll go with me. These guys already said they were going to take naps for a while to catch up on sleep and then they're going to either take the courtesy shuttle if they have one or call a cab if they don't since none of them wants to be the designated driver. We can use the van to run up there. And hiking by your self is no fun. As far as the pace, how about if I let you be in charge? 

"Oooohhh, little girl! You wouldn't be 'letting' me be in charge." 

SHIT!! Did I just say that out loud? 

I casually glanced over at her and she was looking back at me with a curious expression on her face. Not "curious" in that I couldn't figure out what she was thinking, or like she was trying to decide if I had actually said that or how to respond to it. Just looking at me like she was still waiting for me to respond. 

Maybe that wasn't out loud. That'd be cool. Don't need her to make an HR complaint. 

"Yeah, I'll go with you then. What time do you want to leave?" 

"I need to dump some stuff from my backpack and take care of a couple things around the room, then I'll be ready to go. Say about a half hour after we get back?" 

"Okay. I'll do the same and meet you in the lobby. You're grabbing the keys?" 

"Sure." And silence dropped in the back seat of the van. I went back to trying to figure out how to get in touch with at least one of the three girls so we could maybe do something after the hike I really didn't want to go on, but had just agreed to. And hoped I wouldn't be too sore from afterward. 

When we got back to the motel, we all climbed out and went inside. As we got to the end of the entry area and started to go in different directions, she called my name and when I turned around, she tapped her wrist and said, "Half hour still okay?" Which was a little weird, because I had never seen her (or any of the younger guys, for that matter) actually wear a watch. 

"That'll work." I said, "See you down here then." 

"Sure!" she said. "And hey, make sure you bring your camera. You're likely to get some really great shots while we're out." 

I went up to the room, dumped a few things out of my own backpack, re-filled the water bladder inside it and tossed in a few snacks from the cupboard. I thought about changing, but then decided not to since I was already wearing field clothes that would be comfortable for hiking and I really had nothing different to change into anyway. 

I walked into the lobby twenty-eight minutes after we split up and Sam was nowhere to be seen. I grabbed a seat and waited. 

And waited. 

I re-played the conversation in my head a few times to see if maybe I'd misunderstood something, but couldn't think of anything she had said that was vague. Fifteen minutes later I was still sitting there and decided she'd blown off me off. And of course I was still trying to figure out how to get ahold of one or more of those delectable treats I'd discovered. 

I got up and walked around to the other side of the fireplace to watch the TV while waiting. I had been sitting there for a few more minutes when I saw her quickly pass by the end of the fireplace. Then I could see her legs and torso through the glass of the double-sided fireplace. 

Sam looked around, then stood there and began tapping her foot like she was irritated I wasn't there yet, like I was supposed to have been waiting on her to show up. I could see she was wearing a warm-up suit and trail running shoes and when she sat in one of the chairs I could see the ball cap on her head with her strawberry-blonde pony-tail pulled through the space in the back. She kept looking either out the lobby doors or toward the hall that she expected me to come down, then she stood back up and began pacing. 

I got up, walked around the corner of the fireplace and up behind her just as she got to the end of her "lap" of pacing. "About time you got here." 

She jumped and spun around. "DAMN IT!! You have GOT to quit doing that!" 

"Doing what?" 

"Walking around so quietly. You got almost all the guys creeped out because they never know when you're going to just appear behind them." 

"It's not something I do on purpose. Well, not anymore, anyway. I won't apologize for it and I sure as hell won't change it. It's come in handy for me more times than one." 

"When? When could sneaking around like that have come in handy?" 

"Sam, if I told you, I'd have to kill you." 

She snorted and started to give me a sarcastic retort when I looked around, leaned down to get in closer, made eye contact, and said, "And then cut your head off and lock it in a safe so no one could find a way to get the information from it somehow." 

She stared at me for almost a minute, her eyes flicking back and forth between mine. She finally broke eye contact, shook herself and said, "You ready to go then?" 

"Have been for (I squinted, tilted my head and glanced to the side) twenty-three minutes and thirty-two seconds. So yeah, let's go." 

She looked at me, apparently surprised that I had given her such an exact time. It never occurred to her to look around herself. If she had, she'd have seen the big-ass digital clock on the wall behind the desk. Oh well. 

We headed out to the van, threw our backpacks in the back, climbed in and drove off. 

When she got to the on-ramp for the interstate spur she drove past it. I thought about saying something, but figured she was a big girl and knew what she was doing and I knew it was possible to get to the National Forest by going the other way, too. She skipped that ramp, too, though. 

When she took a right on the next surface street I said, "Sam, you do know you missed the interstate, right?" 

"Yeah. I just need to make some quick stops at a few stores over this way before we head up the mountain. It shouldn't take too long." 

Great. Shopping. Why'd I agree to this again? When she said "hiking" I was sure she said "forest", not schlepping around a mall. 

She pulled into a parking lot and then into a parking space by a sporting goods store. When we got inside I thought maybe she was going to head toward the women's clothing section or the shoe section, but she walked past all that to get to the climbing gear section. 

What the fuck? I thought we were going hiking, not rock climbing!! Where's she planning on taking me hiking that we'd need a rope and harnesses? 

The good news was that she didn't ask me to try anything on. She briefly looked at some rope and then started looking at climbing harnesses. 

She settled on a relatively inexpensive harness but apparently decided not to get any rope. That was at least a little comforting. 

Once we were in line to check out I said, "What's with the harness? I have to admit I'm wondering if I made a mistake by agreeing to come with you." 

She gave me a curious look - this time the first kind of "curious" look. I'm usually pretty good at reading people's expressions, but this look had so many things going on in it and flickering from one to the other so quickly that I didn't catch what it might have meant. 

"Oh, it's for just in case." 

"Just in case what? Where are you planning on hiking that you might need a climbing harness?" 

"Ya never know when one might come in handy." 

"Whatever." I shook my head and walked off. 

We got in the van and she made a left, then another right and pulled into a parking space in front of a home improvement store and we got out and walked in. 

When she walked into the hardware area I was trying to figure out if we had discussed needing anything for the site. She walked down one of the aisles and was looking at rope when she glanced at me and asked, "If you had to lift and suspend a load of about a hundred pounds, what would be the best size rope and carabiner to use without it costing too much?" 

"If you're not wanting to spend too much and you aren't lifting or suspending the load too high off the ground and aren't planning on rappelling or zip-lining down it, you could get away with 3/8 inch braided polypro and a few quarter-inch snap-links." 

She smiled at me and said, "Wow! That was quick. How do you know that?" 

"Some things just bang around in the back of my brain sometimes." 

"I bet there are a lot of things banging in the back of your brain. All the time." 

She grabbed several bundles of the 3/8 inch rope and asked me if I could grab ten snap-links for her, which I did. She paid for all of that and off we went again. 

I thought she was finally headed for the interstate when she turned left underneath it and pulled up to a superstore. When we got inside, she asked if I'd be willing to pick up lunch at the fast-food joint near the front while she grabbed a couple more things. 

I agreed, she told me she wanted a spicy chicken sandwich with fries and a soda, oh, and one of their dairy desserts, and then took off into the store. 

I picked up the order and sat down in a booth with my back to the wall, so I was watching the register area when she came through. 

She tossed a fairly full bag into the bench opposite me and then dropped into it herself and grabbed her sandwich. "Yum!! I like it spicy!!" she said as she looked me in the eyes after she swallowed her first bite. She polished it off pretty quickly, then turned to on finishing her fries. 

"I'm surprised you were able to finish that sandwich. That's a pretty big sandwich for such a small person to eat." 

"Oh, you'd be surprised at the things I can fit in my body," she said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. 

Oh shit. She did NOT just say that?!? Maybe it was just the spiciness making her eyes water? There is no way she meant what I think she meant. Every guy in the company has made a run at her and she's shot every one of them down. Hell, they're all convinced she's a lesbian, 'cuz she won't have anything to do with any of them. 

She took her time with the fries, dipping them in her vanilla dessert and it seemed like she was doing her best to either lick the creamy white liquid off, or sucking the cream off and then double-dipping. 

She finally finished and this time when we got to the van she headed for the interstate. 

A little over an hour later she pulled into a parking area off to the side of the road. I started wondering again what she had planned since there were no other cars in the lot. That usually indicated it was either a tougher hike, a really short one, or there was just nothing worthwhile seeing on it. 

I climbed out my door and closed it, opened the side door, grabbed my backpack, walked over to the trailhead and started looking at the map trying to figure out which of the three options it was. 

When several minutes had gone by and Sam hadn't shown up next to me yet I looked around to see where she was. 

She was standing on the step inside the van and bending over the seat. I couldn't see what she was doing inside the van, but I could sure see what she was doing OUTside the van. I'd only ever seen her in cargo pants and baggy shirts. But now I could see she had a tight little ass inside those warm-up pants as it wiggled back and forth while she did whatever it was she was doing. 

I stood there and watched for a minute or so enjoying the show, until she apparently dropped something off the seat onto the floor. When she bent down to pick it up, two things happened. One, those tight warm-up pants got even tighter. And two, she looked back past her leg and caught me staring at her ass. 

"What're you looking at old man?" 

"Just looking to see if you were ready." 

"Just about. Just need to take care of one more thing," she said as she stepped back and down out of the van. She lifted her right foot up to the step and unzipped the bottom of that pants-leg, then switched and undid that one too. 

I thought the bending over did interesting things to those warm-up pants, but almost choked when she dropped that foot back to the ground, hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slowly wiggled her ass as she just as slowly bent at the waist and dragged them down her legs to her feet - without bending her knees at all. When she got them all the way to her feet, she lifted first one foot to pull the pants leg out from below it, then the other. 

I noticed that she hadn't had to grab anything to maintain her balance, which I thought was pretty amazing. But I didn't think that for very long at all. 

Why not? Because I had also gotten a look at the shorts she was wearing. These were not cargo shorts. Nor were they running shorts, at least not the kind of loose running shorts I was used to seeing women in. No. These were spandex "boy shorts". Like the kind you see on female volleyball players. These barely covered and cupped her cheeks and couldn't have gone more than an inch down the inside of her thighs. And they definitely showed off some fantastic musculature in her calves and thighs. My first thought was, She's a bodybuilder? Then I got lost for a second or two looking at her absolutely superb tight little ass. 

I was still taking that in and was considering whether to give her a hard time about having forgot her shorts when she stepped slightly to her left, unzipped the jacket and slowly shrugged it down her shoulders then down her upper arms, revealing a jog bra. And some equally fantastic musculature on her torso as well. Then it hit me - and I was surprised it had taken me that long. She's only 5-2. Not a bodybuilder - a gymnast!! 

Shit. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to come on this trip. I'm gonna have to be really careful to keep from getting my ass in trouble. 

"Wait," my conscience said (yeah, I've got one, don't be so damn surprised!), "you weren't worried about that with Alex, Carlie and Kelsey. Why now?" 

Why now? Because the three of them approached me and we'll be heading back east soon. Sam's a co-worker who I have to see every day for the next several months - even after we go back to the east coast. And I really don't want to deal with HR. 

I was still watching and thinking when I realized what her step to the left had done. I looked at the window of the sliding door and caught her eyes in the reflection. 




Motel Stories 04 - Sam



"Whatcha lookin' at old man?" This time with a little lilt to it. 

"Just curious if you're actually going hiking in nothing but your underwear." 

At this point I was arguing inside my head as to whether I wanted her to say "yes" or "no". 

"It's not underwear, silly old man. This is what we women wear now that we aren't restricted by patriarchal oppression." 

What the fuck? Did not see that one coming. Never heard that kind of thing from her before. I wonder why now. And I wonder how much of it I'm going to hear today? 

"Whatever. Which way do you want to go, whenever you're ready?" 

"Let's go to the right first." 

"OK." And I turned and started for the trailhead before she had a chance to turn around. 

"Hey!! Aren't you going to wait for me?" 

"No." 

"Why not?" 

"'A', you're a grown-ass woman. 'B', you're younger than me. 'C', I have bad knees, remember? 'D', you said you were going to 'let' me be in charge and set the pace. And 'E', based on what you just said I figure you'd be offended by my offering to let you go first." 

And 'F'? There is NO way I'd be able to walk behind that tight little body for an hour or two without my patience and self-control being put sorely to the test. I'll probably already be in enough pain without having to add blue balls to the equation. 

I heard the van door slam behind me as I got to the top of the first little rise and turned left toward the forest itself. Sam caught up to me rather quickly in spite of the fact that I had set a pretty good pace, partly from trying to get this over with in case I could get ahold of the girls when I got back and partly because I figured if I stayed far enough on front of her or kept her short of breath I wouldn't have to watch that tight little body move or listen to anymore "enlightenment" she might want to grace me with. 

"Damn, old man. How do you keep up that kind of pace and STILL not make any damn noise?" 

"Habit." 

"Whatever." 

We made it into the shade of the woods and continued on for a while. "So where are we going, Sam? Just doing the short loop or do you want to take the longer one?" 

"The longer." 

"OK." 

I stopped a few times to take pictures of things in the woods or glimpsed through gaps in them and continued on. Sam was usually right behind me and occasionally made a comment once I stopped. Sometimes she'd look over my shoulder if I stooped or squatted, or past my arm if I was still standing up. Other than that, she was usually really quiet. 

But then I barely heard her say, "Hey, old man. Why don't you take a picture of this? " 

I turned around and didn't see her, so I backtracked a little until I caught a glimpse of her about 60 feet off the trail. 

She was standing under a tree that someone had bent over in an inverted "U" when it was a sapling. Now it was about four inches in diameter, but was still in that same shape all the way to the ground, then it made a tighter "U"-turn that sent it straight up to the sky. 

But she hadn't called my attention to it because of its unique shape. Or at least not just for its unique shape. 

She was standing under it. But not "just" standing under it. She was standing under it with her legs spread beneath her and her arms spread above her to where her hands didn't come within three feet of the trunk. I took a quick glance over her body and was even more impressed with the way the muscles showed definition in her thighs. And her abs. And the way her tits were pushing out from her chest. 

I pulled my camera out and snapped a picture, thinking she would drop her arms. 

"Any other pictures you'd like while I'm here?" 

Play it cool, play it cool. 

"Nah. I'm good. Neat tree. Thanks." And I turned and started back to the trail. 

Wait for it... Wait for it... 

"Why not?" 

"'Cuz I got it." I bounced the camera gently in my hand. "They make these things with auto-focus and auto-exposure controls and stuff now. I thought you'd know that since you're so much younger and cooler than I am." 

"You don't want a picture of me here? Spread-eagled? Arms and legs spread? Wide open? Where someone could do whatever they wanted to me?" 

Ooooooo K. No ambiguity in that. Seems like the little girl wants to play. 

"I know what 'spread-eagled' is, Sam." But as she'd been talking I could see her nipples begin to stiffen as if they were trying to escape from that sport bra. "Aren't your arms getting tired?" 

"A little." But she didn't lower them. "Could you do me a favor?" 

"I'll do what I can to you... for you." 

She smiled. "I heard that. Can you open my backpack and get some things out for me, please?" 

"Sure. What do you need?" I asked as I turned to where she had left her backpack leaning up against a tree behind me. 

"I'm sure you'll figure it out when you see what's in there." 

I dropped my own backpack and set the camera on top of it, then unzipped the main portion of hers to discover she had brought the climbing harness with her. Interesting. And she had brought all the rope with her too. Very interesting. 

I grabbed the harness and two bundles and started to stand up. 

"You might want to check the outer pouches, too." 

I unzipped the smaller one and found the snap-links. Nice. 

I unzipped the larger of the outside pouches and found some terry-cloth wristbands and several small dog collars. 

I stood up and turned around to a sight I hadn't really considered before today. 

Sam was naked. Well, not completely naked. She still had her shoes on. I knew that because I could see the toes of them poking over the top of the tree trunk. Oh, yeah. She DEFINITELY wants to play. 

Yeah, you read that right. Toes of her shoes. Over the top of the tree. 

She was naked. Upside down. Legs spread wide. With her feet hooked over the top of the tree. 

Her arms were flung above her head - well, below her head. Whatever. 

As I watched, she bent her arms until she was able to run her hands up her neck, across her chest to her cute B-cup tits that were pulling down/up toward her shoulders just a little. She paused with them there for a few seconds, then ran them slowly up her abs toward the landing strip of short hair she had trimmed her pubes into. 

She ran her fingers on either side of her pussy, lightly pulling her lips to the side to open it a little more to show even more clearly that she was wet, then ran them up the inside of her thighs to her knees. 

When she got to her knees, she hooked her fingers behind her calves and used them to pull her torso upward until she could reach the tree. Once she did, she pulled her torso up a little and unhooked her feet. 

Instead of letting them drop, she lowered them slowly until they were horizontal and pointing away from me. Then she let go with her right hand, turned it around and re-grasped the tree. 

Then she let go with her left hand and slowly rotated her torso using just the one arm until she was facing me full-on. Once she had re-grabbed the tree with her left hand she slowly spread her legs until they were straight out to her sides - and still parallel to the ground. 

She finally lowered her legs, gave them a little kick and dropped off the tree to finish with that whole chest-out, arms-flung-back flourish that you might have seen on the TV. That just thrust her erect nipples more prominently toward my face. 

"Did you get that?" she asked. 

"FUCK!!" I looked stupidly down at the camera on my backpack. 

"Nice try old man. I saw the red light stay on when you put it down. I hope you were able to keep me in the frame when you put it down." 

"Pretty sure I did." She was. I'd checked it several times while digging in her backpack. "But it's all still in here." I tapped the left side of my head, "just in case." 

Sam walked across the clearing to me and eased into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. 

I reached my hand up to run my fingers into the hair on the left side of her head. She twisted her neck, but not as if to get away, but more to rub against it like a cat. 

I used my hand to tilt her head back to look into her eyes. "What the fuck are you trying to do to me, little girl?" She shivered a little when I called her "little girl". 

"I knew it!! I just knew that's what you called them!!" She rubbed the side of her head against my chest. 

"Them? Them who?" 

She pulled back and looked up at me. "Thank you for opening the curtains all the way this morning." 

I looked down at her shoulder and realized why her tattoo looked familiar. "So that was you watching us?" 

"Yeah." 

"Why did you say 'all the way' just now?" 

"'Cuz yesterday morning I didn't get to see all of what you did because you moved away from the desk - and before that it was kind of blurry because those stupid gauzy curtains." 

I thought for a second, then said, "But from where your room is, you shouldn't have had a sight-line to see the desk even if the curtains had been open a little." 

"Yeah, I know. I had to drag the coffee table over to the window and stand on it and watch the reflection in the painting above the sofa. Luckily the painting was really dark and it reflected pretty well. I still threw a cramp in my calves from standing on it to see, though." 

"So you saw us the last two mornings, huh?" 

"Three!" 

"Three? Where did you get the idea there were three?" 

"I was heading down to the gym two days ago when I saw that dark-haired girl come out of the office and duck into the bathroom. Something seemed 'off' about the way she was acting, so I waited and followed her. I couldn't tell whose room she was going to and I couldn't see who was in the room, but I definitely recognized your voice. You almost caught me sneaking up to listen through the door when you popped it back open. But I appreciated it when you held it open and I could watch her strip for you. 

"Then the second girl? Yesterday morning? I thought she saw me at the end of the hall. I saw her go up the steps at your end of the hall so I had to run to the other end of the building and then run up those stairs. I was running up them a little fast and hit the door on your floor, got a little carried away and pulled the door open a little too far a little too quickly. 

"But this morning? DAMN, old man! Or maybe I need to quit calling you 'old man'? If you've been keeping up with those three girls the way it looks like you have, you may not be so old after all. Well, SHIT!! You're definitely older than me. And you're definitely a man! So while you may be an 'old man', I can't say that the same way anymore. 

"Anyway, I could see pretty well around the edge of the stairs when you were opening her blouse. Luckily you looked up toward the camera and not down or you'd have caught me that time, too. I couldn't see very well when you were spanking her, but I could sure hear it. You almost caught me again when it sounded like you were going the rest of the way up to your room. I started to ease up the stairs so I could maybe slip through the door behind you before it closed. That way you wouldn't hear it re-open and re-close. Then, when you told her to come downstairs, I had to run down to keep ahead of you. I ducked around the corner by the elevator and was ready to run when you took her outside. 

"I managed to get down past the desk and was tucked in the alcove by the bathroom when you came back in and headed for the elevator. This time I made it a point to get to your floor before you and got the door open just enough before the elevator door opened. I thought I was going to cum right there when you backed her out of the elevator. Then when you started fucking her face at the door? Shit! I closed that door as quietly as I could and ran up the stairs to get to my room. I was hoping - hoping - that the gap in your curtains was still there so I might be able to see at least something. Then you opened the fuckers. 

"I wanted to watch, but I also wanted to let you know I was there so I did that thing with the towel on the lamp. I've never cum so hard. And I've never squirted before. That was fucking intense! And now I've got you all to myself out here. 

"Well, you know what's in your hand, you know where you dropped the rope, and you know what's in the bag. Give you any ideas?" 

"Several," I said. "But as small as you are, I don't think I'll need any of this stuff." 

She smiled up at me. "You know... I could make a crack about you being an old man again and how your knees might give out. But I won't. Because I seriously want to climb you like a fucking jungle-gym, wrap my legs around you and just let you bounce me up and down on your cock with your hands on my little ass. Oh. Have to warn you. Not sure if I'll squirt again, but I'm pretty sure I'll bite when I cum! 

"But I hope to be out here for a few hours at least and I really don't want to screw up your knees, so I hope you can think of some things to do with this stuff. And when you run out of ideas, I've got a few of my own. 

"Only problem is that I can't figure out whether to go for it now, at the end of the day when we get back to the motel or sometime between now and then." 

"Well," I said, "why don't we just see what comes up?" 

"I know what's come up!" and she squirmed against my cock. "And I know what's going to be cumming up in a little bit, too!" 

Sam pulled back a little and started unbuttoning my outer shirt at the bottom. I put my hands on the top of her shoulders and then rolled them around to rest on her back as she worked her way upward. 

When she got the top button undone, she pushed the shoulders of the shirt off over mine and then began to pull them down my arms. When she got the shirt almost all the way to my elbows, she stopped and moved her hands over to my torso, where she started to run them over my abs, which were visible through the tight tank-style undershirt I was wearing. I quickly shook the outer shirt the rest of the way off my arms and dropped it. 

"Holy crap. Where have you been hiding these?! Never mind - I know where. But why?!?!" 

I reached down, put my hands in her armpits and lifted her up so I could look straight across into her eyes. "Why have you been hiding this?" I lifted her a little higher to gently take one nipple between my teeth and ran the tip of my tongue over it a few times, then lowered her again. "Or this?" and I lifted her again to do the same to the other. 

"Or this?" and I lifted her again. My arms weren't long enough to lift her high enough to be able to lick her pussy, so I settled for running my tongue slowly around her belly-button, then put both lips on her belly and blew a short raspberry against the taut skin. 

She squealed and squirmed, "No, no, stop!! Don't do that!" 

I lowered her to eye-level again and asked, "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah. Just please don't do that again?" 

I gave her a little bounce and slid my left arm around her back then pulled her in to hug her against me. "Did something happen to you?" 

She tilted her head back to look up at me and said, "No. Just please don't." 

"Got it." 

"But I did like your tongue in my belly-button. Could you do that again?" 

I started to lift her again and as I did she pulled her legs up between us. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Oh yeah." 

I lifted her the last little bit, but as I did she started to squirm a little. I started to lower her again and she said, "Don't you dare!" 

"Little. Girl. I'm really not the kind of guy that takes kindly to being told what to do. Especially not in situations like this. But I am the kind of guy who respects boundaries. Well, mostly. I'll only ever 'make' you do what you want to do anyway." 

"No, I'm sorry. I meant don't lower me." She squirmed a little again and then I noticed her right shin appearing between us. It continued to rise until it passed my face. I turned my head and managed to kiss it several times as it went by. 

Her right shin was followed by her left and I kissed that one, too, until she had one leg on either side of my head. 

I felt a warm, wet sensation on my chest and for just a split-second was wondering if I was really sweating that hard already. She wasn't heavy, but she wasn't weightless either. 

Then she arched her back a little and I was reminded of a squirming toddler that wanted to be let down and running around rather than being held. 

That thought was washed away completely as her pussy dragged up over the top of my shirt and hit bare skin. Ah. Not sweat. 

Then her pussy was rubbing against my throat, then my chin and then it was on my mouth. Then my tongue was in it. 

She dug her heels into my back and flexed her legs to pull herself more firmly onto my tongue and I began to do a slow swirl first on the outside of her inner lips, then on the inside, as deeply as I could. 

She moaned and I felt her hands being placed on my hips. I took advantage of that to move my hands up to her hips. I put my palms in the small of her back with my thumbs on her butt cheeks and wrapped my fingers around the sides of her little body. I also took the opportunity to prop my elbows on my chest like an inverted tri-pod to better support her weight without using so much energy with my muscles. 

I continued to swirl my tongue around the opening, alternating with deeper swirling plunges into her pussy for a few minutes. 

After a few short minutes I started sliding my thumbs back and forth on her ass cheeks. I noticed she stiffened a little each time they got closer to the center. At first it seemed like she was clenching to keep me from getting to her crack, but then I realized the timing was just a bit off and she was clenching those cute little cheeks so they were slightly resisting being pulled apart when my thumbs slid outward. 

I shifted my grip slightly and the next time my thumbs drifted toward her crack I they didn't just drift there. They drifted into it. They descended into it. They delved into it. And when they met at the little pucker of her asshole and pushed lightly on it, Sam's body convulsed and she sat completely up, perched on my palms and twining her fingers in the hair on the back of my head. 

"Tree. Tree! TREE!" 

I very carefully carried her over to the tree she'd been standing under or hanging from to make sure I didn't trip (since I couldn't see anything but her belly) and stepped under it. She reached up and grabbed ahold. 

That took some of the weight off my arms and let me concentrate on licking her pussy. I licked a little more, then moved my mouth upward until I could wrap my mouth around her clit. 

I applied a little suction and began to rub my tongue back and forth across it faster and faster. Now that the bottom of her pussy was available I shifted my grip a little more and slipped the tips of the middle two fingers of my left hand into it. I planted my left elbow back on my chest and planted my chin on the heel of my hand. Not lazy. Just that it occurred to me that it was going to be a long, hard afternoon. 

I slowly started working those fingers deeper into her tight cunt and she shivered and moaned. The juices I'd been swallowing now started to drip down my fingers and on down my forearm so I rubbed my right thumb through it. 

As her breathing got heavier I thrust my fingers up and down a few times and she starting pulling herself up and letting herself drop a little to meet my thrusts. 

As it got even heavier and to just the right point I pushed up with my left hand just a little, but far enough. 

When she dropped her little body that time my thumb was in the exact right spot. 

It popped into her asshole. Not popped like "forced", just popped like "slid quickly and easily into". Like you'd pop a chocolate drop into your mouth. 




Motel Stories 04 - Sam



Did I say her body "convulsed" earlier? That was nothing compared to what happened now. 

First I was pulled forward by her legs jerking my back and shoulders forward. 

Then I was pushed backwards by her pussy thrusting against my mouth. 

I felt one hand clench into the hair on the top of my head. 

Then my mouth and face and chin and neck were being sprayed and it was dripping down my chest. 

She might have gone into convulsions then for all I knew. I still couldn't see a damn thing but her belly and tits - and that was only if I rolled my eyes upward hard enough to cramp. All I know is that her thighs clamped on my head and she twitched and trembled and shivered. I sure was glad she wasn't twisting somewhere in all that. 

She finally quieted down - I think. I didn't know if she'd made any noise since her thighs had plugged my ears really effectively. 

But her tremors stopped and her legs slid down and to the outside of my shoulders. 

The hand on my head slid down the side of my head and neck and came to rest on my shoulder, then her other hand came to rest on the other shoulder. 

I pulled my right arm out from inside her leg and wrapped it around her waist, then did the same with my left. 

As she slid farther down my body her legs slipped around my waist and she leaned away from me. 

When her eyes got to my level she stopped and stared at me for what seemed like two minutes, but was probably really only about a minute and a half. 

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked. 

"C'mon, Sam. You know who I am." 

"No, I thought I did. Oldest guy at work, but junior guy on the team. Quiet. Sometimes too quiet. Really intelligent. Always reading something on breaks. Books or papers. Probably boring stuff. 

"But damn!! First you take on those three girls one at a time over three mornings. Then you read me like a fucking book and give me the best orgasm of my fucking LIFE!! I'm glad you're holding me 'cuz I don't think I can fucking well walk right now." 

She leaned in to kiss me and when her lips met mine I groaned. 

She pulled back quickly and said, "Are you OK?" 

I closed my eyes and slowly tilted my head first to one side, then the other, then forward, then back. I finally stopped and looked her in the eyes. "I have a question for you." 

"What's that?" 

"Do you think I can get worker's comp for the case of whiplash I just got?" 

She rolled her eyes and pulled herself back in to kiss me again. 

"Little girl, I hate to have to say this, but I need to set you back on the ground." 

"Shit, I'm sorry. Is it your knees? Your back?" 

"A little of both. But just a little. What I meant was that I needed to set you down 'cuz I'm pretty sure I can't get that climbing harness on you while you're wrapped all around me like this." 

I had thought she might scramble down after hearing that, but instead, she lowered herself a little at a time. As she did, she kissed and licked at my neck and shoulders and chest. 

"Damn I taste good," she said as she smiled up at me. 

"Yes, you do," I agreed. 

She finally slid all the way to the ground and I made a big production of flexing my knees and then putting my hands in the small of my back and arching it - groaning the whole time. 

"Oh, stop. I'm not that big." 

"You definitely aren't big. But you are definitely a muscular girl. Gymnastics done you good, girl." 

I peeled my now-soaked undershirt up over my torso and shoulders and off over my head. 

"Do that again!" 

"What? The shirt's already off. Why should I put it on again?" 

"No, just move your arms like that." 

It took me a second or two to figure out what she was after and I flexed my pecs. First both at the same time, and then alternating them. She held her hands on them and giggled quietly. "Damn!! You have some serious control over these, don't you?" 

"I guess. So where were we? Oh yeah," and I reached down, making sure to groan and wince (which earned me a swat on the arm) and picked up the climbing harness. 

"Goody! Goody! Goody!" she said as she jumped and down and clapped her hands - which did some really nice things to her tits. 

I wrapped the waistband around Sam and adjusted it so it was tight, but not too tight, then I knelt and said "Turn around, Sam." When she had I held each of the back of the leg loops just below her cute little ass cheeks and adjusted the rear straps. She squealed when I swatted her ass and said, "Turn around again." 

When she did I pulled each leg loop together and connected the buckles that held them in place, making sure they weren't pulled too close to her puffy lips and that when the belay loop was pulled up it dragged the crossover loop upward to neatly frame her sweet pussy. 

Since I already had my hand wrapped in the belay loop, I just stood up and lifted Sam off her feet. She made a "whoop whoop" sound then grabbed my upper arm with both hands. That kept her in a horizontal position as I walked over to the tree. It wasn't actually a walk. But it wasn't a stagger either. But have you ever tried carrying a hundred pounds in one hand on one side of your body? I don't care how big a boy you are, you can't just walk like "normal" in that situation. Over your shoulder, maybe. But not dangling next to your leg. Try it. I dare ya. 

Anyway, I carried her over to the tree and with a little bit of a swing, I stood her upright. 

"Stay here," I said before I turned to go back and grab the backpacks. 

"Yes, SIR!!" she said as she popped her heels together, stuck her chest out, pulled her shoulders back, showing off her cute little tits again, and threw up an imitation of a salute that was as cute as her titties, but not very accurate. 

I turned the camera off, stuffed the things I had pulled out of her backpack back into it, then carried both of them over to where she stood. I did stop to pull my mini-tripod out, set it up, mounted the camera on it, turned it on and got it focused on the right spot. 

I pulled the bundles of rope and the snap links out. I ran one end of each of several ropes through the smaller portion of an equal number of the snap links and tied a quick knot to keep them from pulling through. 

I tossed four of the ropes over the top of the tree - two in the center with about a foot of separation between them and one to either side of them by a few feet. 

I pulled Sam to me, tucked my hands in her armpits and lifted her up. "Wrap your legs around my waist, grab my shoulders and lean back just a little." 

Once she had, I grabbed the snap-links from the middle two ropes and hooked them into the belay strap, making sure to run the ropes between her breasts. I pulled the trailing ends of both ropes down and ran them to the outside of her breasts, then ran them through the snap-links and tied them off to make sure she was supported. Then I told her to grab ahold of the ropes above her head. 

I grabbed the other two and attached them to the gear loops on either side of the harness and pulled most of the slack out. I grabbed her right wrist and held it out to the second rope on that side to figure out where it would fall on the line. Once I knew where it would fall I let it go and tied a quick loop. I repeated the action with her left wrist and that rope. 

When I stepped away the ropes tightened a little and squeezed her breasts a little. I grabbed the wristbands and the small dog collars Sam'd bought and stepped up to her. I put one of the wristbands on each of her wrists and figured out which of the collars she'd bought would fit best. 

Once I was done with that I grabbed two of the snap-links and hooked them through the metal loop on each collar and then hooked them through the loops I'd made in the rope. 

Her arms were almost fully extended and spread above and to the sides of her head. I pulled the slack out of the rope on one side, then tossed the trailing end back up and over itself twice before pulling it over to the base of the tree and looping it around there twice. I did the same thing on the other side. 

I knelt and put wristbands and dog collars on each ankle and hooked a snap-link through each of them, then pulled the ropes over, ran them through the links and pulled them out to the sides until she was doing almost a full "splits" and tied them off. 

"What do you think so far, Sam? Did I 'read you like a book' again? Are you enjoying being suspended spread-eagled in mid-air?" 

"Fuck yes. What're you going to do to me now?" 

"You'll be finding that out. But I'm not going to tell you. First, did I forget anything?" 

"Nope. Other than having your hands and mouth on me. And your cock in me" 

"All in good time. You'll just have to be patient." 

What if I don't want to be patient?" 

I reached out, hooked a finger on one of the ropes and pulled it off, making the rope thrum from the vibration. "Don't think you have much of a choice at this point, little girl." 

"Now for the things you didn't think of." I went to my own backpack and pulled out a pair of sunglasses - the kind of wraparound ones that fit really closely to the face and don't let any light past the frames and lenses. I held them up and asked, "Are you ready?" 

"Ready for what? It's not that sunny here beneath the trees." 

I walked around behind her and slipped them over her hat and then they came to rest on her nose. As soon as they settled I slid her pony-tail out from under the cord, the slid the keeper up the cord and snugged them onto her face. 

It took a second or six before she realized. "Hey!! I thought these were just really dark. I can't see anything through these things!" 

"I know. And you won't be able to shake them off either." 

"Where'd you get these? And why do you have them?" 

"Just painted over the lenses with black spray paint. And I've carried those around for years now." I walked around to her left front. 

"Why?" 

"'Oh, 'ya never know when one might come in handy'. You'll get the other surprise in a little bit. For right now, I have a quick question for you. What was all that 'patriarchal' crap about earlier?" 

"Partly to see the look on your face. Mostly to get back at you for making me frustrated." 

"Frustrated? Over what?" 

"I had to drop something on the floor of that van four damn times before I was finally able to catch you looking my way. Until you did, I had no idea how I was going to get this started." 

"Ah. And just asking would have been...?" 

"Oh, sure. 'Excuse me, old man, I know I make fun of you all the time, but do you think I could get you to tie me up and fuck me?' Yeah, that's so sexy and inviting!" 

"So are you comfortable?" 

"Hell yeah!" 

"Let me know if you start to lose feeling in your legs or hands, okay?" 

"Sure. But I won't be here long enough to get gangrene or anything. Worst case, my legs go numb and you have to carry me to the van." 

Up to this time I'd still been standing to her left front. 

As silence descended, I moved over to her right front. 

I think at first she thought it was a drop of sweat slowly trickling lightly through the valley between her thigh and pubic mound. But I was watching and saw the exact moment that it occurred to her that sweat runs downhill, not up. As soon as I saw it I pulled my fingernail away. 

I moved around behind her and ran the nail lightly down her spine, gradually adding more of the nail so it seemed like a drop that was picking up more sweat as it dropped. I slowly dragged it down lower until it dropped into the crack of her ass. I lightly dragged it across the pucker of her asshole and across her "taint" until I stopped right at the base of her pussy lips. 

I held it there for a while and eventually she shook herself slightly to get what she thought was drip to drop. I moved with her and held it there and she shook more violently. Since I wasn't sure I could maintain the contact without making incidental contact I let my finger fall away. 

Sliding back around to her front, I started dragging the nail of my right pointer finger down the side of her neck. I dragged it lightly across the inside swell of her left breast and down her sternum and onto her belly. As my finger started to drift downward out of that valley I added the nail of my left pointer finger. 

I slowly spread them outward and she shivered lightly as I followed the curve of her belly and down the creases of her legs then down and out the insides of her thighs. 

She finally caught on when those "drops" reversed course and started "trickling" back up her thigh. 

"No," she whispered. 

By the time I was back to the tops of the insides of her thighs it was two fingers of each hand and she was shivering. 

"No," she whispered more loudly. 

By the time I cleared the creases it was three and she was starting to squirm. 

"No," she said. 

By the time I was approaching the level of her belly button it was all four fingernails of each hand and she was trying her best to pull away, but the way she was suspended and spread-eagled she couldn't. The best she could do was shake. And shake she did - forward and backward, but it was hard to get traction to get away when she was suspended like she was. 

"Nooooo," she said. 

I dragged them upward almost all the way to her tits then rotated my hands and dragged them outward as I lowered them. 

"No," she pleaded. 

When I got to the outside edges of her abdomen I slowed them down. 

"No," she whimpered. 

I dragged them around to her back and then reversed them so the pads of my fingers were on her skin. 

I dropped them slightly lower down her sides until my thumbs hovered over just the right spots at the tops of her thighs. 

I dug them slightly into the tender skin there and lightly pressed the tips of the rest of the fingers into her sides. 

"NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" she screamed. 

"Oh, no, little girl. You're helpless. I've 'read you like a book', right?" I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "But can I tell you a secret?" She nodded slightly. "I read between the lines, too." 

I stepped to the side, then knelt and began to untie her left shoe. "No. Please? Not my feet. Please!" 

I slipped her shoe off and pulled the sock slowly off her foot. 

"Little girl," I said as I shifted and began to remove the other shoe and sock. "You're in no position to tell me what to do. In fact, you seem to be in the perfect position for this," and ran my fingers across the bottom of her foot. 

She screamed and threw her body and limbs in opposite directions again, trying to get away. 

"Silly girl." 

I spent the next little while mapping all the ticklish spots on her body and what set her off. 

I found the spot above her knee that was tripped by a thumb and forefinger on either side. 

I found the ticklish spot on the side of her neck - as opposed to that sweet spot that I planned on re-visiting later. 

I discovered she was ticklish in her armpits. 

I found she was ticklish when I blew softly past her ears. 

I found out the feel of a drop of sweat dripping down the crack of her ass drove her wild when she was already sensitive. That was a sheer coincidence, though. It wasn't really my fingernail. That time. 

I stepped over to my backpack and took out a container of dental floss. And no, I wasn't going to stop to floss my teeth. I pulled off a length, folded the end around the little finger of my right and tied a slip-knot around the trailing length, making sure to leave a fair length as a tail from the knot. Then I made another one. I stretched each of the loops out to about the size of a golf ball. 

I walked back over to her and the first she knew I was there was when I sucked most of her left breast into my mouth. I sucked on it fairly hard and began to flick the tip of my tongue across her nipple. I broke off long enough to grab one of those floss lassos and spread it around her areola. I wrapped my lips around her nipple, sucked a little, then nipped it between my front teeth. 

I slid my lower jaw back and forth, causing her nipple to roll and twist between my teeth. After a minute or so I took my lips off and continued to twirl her nipple with my teeth and pulled my head back slightly as I slowly tightened the lasso onto the base of her nipple and snugged it up tightly. She moaned as I let go with my teeth. 

I repeated the same thing on the other nipple. She moaned again. 

I stepped away again and grabbed something out of my backpack. When I came back to her I ran the trailing end of one of the pieces of flow through the loop on the end of a jingle bell. 

Yeah, you read that right. A jingle bell. But not a small one. This one was a little over an inch in diameter. Put it in your palm and bounce it up and down and you'd say it didn't weight that much. 

Tie it to a nipple with a thin piece of floss and it would begin to feel heavier almost immediately. 

Hold it in your palm as you tie it to the floss attached to her nipple and then drop it when you're done? Oh, she liked that. Quite a bit. 

So when I'd tied the other one to the other nipple, I dropped it as well. 

Then? Then I played a happy little tune. Well, it made me happy. Her...? 

There were sharp rings when I poked her gently in the ribs. 

There were less sharp rings when I flicked my tongue across her nipples. 

There was the sound of a team pulling a beer wagon at full gallop when I tickled her all up and down her thighs, ribs and armpits. Complete with whinnies and air being blown through lips in loud raspberries of her own. 

Was it torture? Hell yes!! But it was exquisite torture. I knew, because every once in a while I'd drag a finger through her swollen, soaking slit and gently diddle her clit. 

"Please... please... please... Please let me cum!! PLEASE!!?!?!? WAIT!! Where are you going?!? Come back here!" Usually followed by the beer wagon noises. 

I finally stopped tickling her and knelt in front of her. 

It turned out having a thin stream of cool air blown on her clit was almost as ticklish as having it blown past her ear. 

She shivered after the fifth or sixth time I did that and I said, "Uh-oh. Looks like you're getting cold. Guess I'll have to do something to warm you up," and I leaned in and planted my mouth on her pussy again. 

Turns out she not only hadn't gotten cold, she was damn hot!! It didn't take more than a few flicks of my tongue across her clit and she was twitching and jerking again and making beer wagon noises. Mad me damn glad I'd tied her legs to the sides. 

I dragged my backpack over to where I was kneeling and pulled out a towel that I spread on the ground beneath her. 

I quickly but quietly shed my boots and trousers and rolled a condom down over my cock. 

When I untied the rope leading to her right ankle she asked, "You're not done already, are you?" So much for any possible concerns over whether it was "unwelcome" torture or not. Then I untied the rope on the other side then dragged the trailing ends toward the towel. I kept a little tension on them to keep her legs from dropping too much. 

I positioned myself in the right spot below her and dragged the backpack behind me so I'd have a little bit of support, then reached up and began to untie the ropes at her waist. 

I untied them and by grabbing the upper and lower ropes on either side in my hands I was able to slowly lower Sam while keeping her legs spread in those splits. 

When I'd lowered her just far enough, I shifted my hips until the head of my cock was lined up with her open pussy. Her juices (or sweat, or a mixture of both - all I know is something was dribbling off or out of her crotch) coated the condom. 

Sam either felt that gentle little touch or she could figured out what I was doing, because as I continued to lower her (or try to, rather), she grabbed the ropes by her wrists with her hands and started to pull herself up, keeping my cock right at the entrance to her dripping slit. 




Motel Stories 04 - Sam



I gauged her height above my body against the amount of flex in her arms and managed (albeit with some difficulty) to tie off the ropes to keep her suspended above me. 

Once those were done I was able to tighten the ropes to hold her legs out to the sides. 

Then I leaned back and waited. 

Sam started to lower herself until the head of my dick was just barely inside. She lifted herself very slightly, but not enough to let me fall out. She did it again and I knew she was counting to three. 

Sure enough, after she'd pulled herself up the third time, she let go with her hands and dropped herself right down onto my cock, burying it to the hilt. 

It turned out I'd been just a little off on the length of the rope and her ass slammed into my hips a little hard. Hard enough to make my start to sit up just a little, more out of reflex than anything else. 

"OOooooohhhhhh, shiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! OOooooooohhhhhhhhh, FUUUUUUUUUCK!!" 

I sat the rest of the way up and grabbed her under the arms and lifted her up a little. Obviously I don't have a twelve inch cock, but as short as she was I wasn't sure if I'd maybe gone a little deep. 

"What're you doing? Let go of me!! And get this blindfold off me!!" 

"Are you okay?" 

"FUCK yes!! I've been wanting to do that for YEARS!!" 

"Damn, little girl!! As hot as you are, there should have been guys lined up to help you with that!?" 

"There were a few, but I couldn't because everybody would have known about it." 

"There had to be guys you knew that weren't on the team?" 

"Probably, but have you seen some of the guys that go to gymnastics meets? Even though you try really hard to concentrate on your routines, sometimes you catch a look at some of them and it makes you feel running to the shower. And not in a good way!!" 

"So you're OK?" 

"Mister, I am fucking BETTER than 'OK'!! I've never been so full in my life and my little pussy was already pulled so tight from being in the splits... I told you you'd be surprised at the things I could fit in my body. Can you please take the glasses off me? Please?" 

"Why?" 

"Because I want to watch you while I fuck you from above. I want to watch the look on your face when you cum. I could see your face through the window pretty well all the way up until I squirted on my damn window, then it looked like she started to cum - and I guess you did, too, but then I couldn't see you that well past the girl." 

I reached up and took the glasses off and she blinked and squinted in the little bit of sunshine that was filtering through the trees. 

Sam smiled down at me and started flexing her legs. Just her legs. And that was enough to lift her almost half way up my shaft. She lifted that distance, then let herself drop back down again. She managed that almost forty times before she started having to use her hands on the ropes above her. 

She managed another bunch before I put my hands under her thighs and started to help. She watched my face the whole time. I know, because I was watching hers. I was! Well, I was in between watching her drop her soaked swollen pussy on my cock. And her tits lightly pinched between the ropes. 

"Damn it! I was sure I could get you off that way!" 

"No problem, babe. I got this under control." I untied the ropes spreading her legs and let them drop. I loosened the knots on the ropes holding her up, then raised my hips in the air using my heels and shoulders as I alternated moving them - wrestlers know it as "bridging". 

She goggled at me a little when I did that, but then I used the ropes to help pull me upright as I raised her farther off the ground. I managed to use them to support myself as I rose to my feet, all while still buried in her cunt. Her pulling her heels around my back helped keep me buried in there as well. 

Once I got my feet under me and made sure she was at the right level I tied the ropes off. 

I reached around behind me, grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs up in front of me. When she tilted backward she started to fall and she moaned as the ropes rolled up the sides of her tits and yipped when they trapped the jingle bells between them and pulled those little lassos off her nipples. I had to let go of her legs to grab the ropes that her wrists were still connected to. I brought the ends down and crisscrossed them behind her back before running them back up and tying them off near her wrists. 

I reached up and grabbed her ankles again and pulled my cock part way out then rammed it back in. When my hips hit her ass, she bounced away. It took a few thrusts to get the force right to where I was just bouncing her on my cock. 

After a few minutes of both of us enjoying the sensations, a thought crossed my mind. I reached across with my left forearm and trapped her calves against my chest. 

Her eyes followed my right hand as I slowly extended it toward her torso. The closer it got, the more she tried to shift away from it. She managed to move a little from leverage against my body and what little she could get from the ropes. 

But it wasn't enough and my fingertips eventually made contact with her skin and I lightly stroked it. 

The feel of her pussy clenching down on my cock with every giggle and snort of laughter was amazing. 

The feel of her trying to tear my cock out by the root when I tickled a little too hard was amazing, too. Just a different kind of amazing. Like as in I was amazed she didn't actually tear it off. 

I stopped tickling her ribs and sides and instead I moved my hand until my wrist and the heel of my palm were resting on her thigh, then I lightly dug my thumb into the crease between her thigh and pussy. Then my hand was clamping her firmly to my hips to keep her from tearing my cock off. 

But it didn't keep her from making the most delicious squirms and squeezes and clenches to go with the squeals and howls. No beer wagon this time - no bells, damn it! 

But I only did that for a short time. Then my thumb found its way over to her clit and tickled her in a different way. I rubbed that little nub until she had another orgasm. 

She didn't squirt this time. I'm not sure what that stuff is or where it comes from. But if it's like a guy's cum, the amount she sprayed earlier that day and then just a bit ago should have pretty much exhausted whatever reservoir it came from. 

The two reservoirs that hadn't emptied yet were whatever was lubricating her pussy and the lust I could see bubbling in her eyes as she twitched with the aftereffects of her orgasm. 

When she quit twitching, she asked, "Could you turn me over?" 

I looked at the rig for a couple of seconds, considered some options, and told her, "Sure!" 

I pulled her upright and undid the loops on the collars on her wrists from the snap-links, then held her in place as I walked around behind her. I leaned her back up against my torso as I reached up, undid the snap-links from the loops and then untied the loops in the ropes. 

She was slightly tilted back, so I held her in place with a firm hand on the back of her neck as I shook both of the side ropes out to get some slack, then I pulled the trailing ends out so they fell to the ground. 

"Don't you need those for something?" 

"Be patient, little girl!" 

I ran the ropes from the gear loops to crisscross them across her chest between her breasts then up over her shoulders, making sure to rub her stiff little nipples. They were still a bit tender from having had the floss yanked off them. I held both ropes in my left hand behind her neck, then used my right to throw the ends up and over the tree from front to back and grabbed them with my right hand again. 

I leaned my chest into her back, tilting her torso away from me, and used the ropes to control how quickly she was lowering. When she got to a horizontal position I took a quick loop of each rope and tied it into the gear loops as well to keep her from falling on her face. Her arms were dangling downward from her shoulders. 

"You OK like that?" I asked. No response. I pinched the inside of her thigh. "Hey!! You OK up there?" Still no response, so I ducked around the ropes and went around in front of her and squatted down to look at her face. 

It was hard to see her face at first since her head was down and between the ball cap and some hair that had escaped from under the hat during her gyrations earlier. I used my fingertips to part it slightly to find her smiling at me. 

"I knew you'd come around here if I stayed still long enough. I just wanted to make sure you were going to be able to cum around here when the time comes." She smiled when she saw that I caught the double-entendre. 

"Like a book, little girl!" 

I started to go back around behind Sam and she said, "Ummmm...?" 

"Yeeees, little girl?" 

"Could I ask for something else? Is there enough rope left to run around the tree and back to my chest?" 

I knew what she was wanting and answered her honestly anyway, "No, sorry. It won't." It wasn't really a lie. No. Really. But there was enough for something else. 

I untied the loops of rope from the gear loops on the harness and ran the ropes through them twice each before running the ends up to the inside of each breast and tucked them between the ropes crisscrossing her chest and the tops of her breasts. Then I took the end of the right one out, ran it around the tree and brought it back toward her. 

I ran the end through one of the snap-links and tied it off with a slip-knot in what I thought would be about the right spot, then dropped it on the ground to the side of her. 

And of course, I repeated it on the other side. Except I didn't drop that one on the ground, I hooked the snap-link into the loop on the collar on her wrist then let the slack dangle. 

And yeah, same thing on the other side. But this time I didn't let the slack dangle. This time I pulled the rope from the tree toward her, pulling her arm out straight. She wrapped her hand around the rope and held it tightly. 

What did I do with the slack in that rope you might be asking? I made a loop in it and slid it up and over her tit - all the way to the base. I had to nudge her slightly to that side to get the loop all the way up. 

When I went to slip the loop over the other boob I had to pull her slightly to that side, which tightened the first loop a little and she moaned 

I walked back around in front of her and squatted again. I had to tilt her head back to see her face. Her eyes were squinted shut and her teeth were bared in a grimace. But it was a grimace of pleasure. Yeah. Of pleasure. How did I know? 

Because as I watched, she slowly flexed her arms and tightened the ropes around the bases of her breasts. Then she relaxed and extended her arms momentarily to relax the ropes. And when she did, her grimace relaxed. Then she'd pull the ropes again and her grimace tightened as the ropes did. While I was there, I picked up the bells and slipped the loops over her erect nipples again. 

I stepped back around behind her and set the head of my cock right at the entrance to her sweet pussy. And no, I didn't ram it home this time. This time I eased it slowly in until I was buried to the root. But I didn't stop pushing then. 

I continued to push until her arms were almost straight, then I reached down and grabbed her thighs. I pulled them up to my hip level and she hooked her heels around my back. 

I pulled my hips back just a little and then slid them slowly forward again. I pulled my cock slowly out of her cunt and was just about to slide it slowly back in when she flexed her legs and drove me into her. 

I pulled slowly back out and paused. She flexed and pulled me in again - slightly harder this time. 

I pulled slowly out and before I had a chance to pause she flexed even harder this time and jerked my hips up and buried my cock again. 

Now that I knew her tolerance level in this position, I started to drive harder. Now there was no flex in her arms and they were being stretched a little with each impact of my hips with her thighs and ass. 

I drove into her pussy for a short while longer, then bent a little and reached around her right hip to run the tips of my middle two fingers up either side of my cock, collecting her juices to use as a lubricant before putting them on her clit and starting to circle it. 

In that position I couldn't withdraw by very much, if at all. And I definitely couldn't with her legs flexed around me, but continuing to flex a little more occasionally. Her arms were back to flexing again, too. Her head was bobbing up and down and I was concerned that the muscles were starting to strain or the rope was putting excessive pressure on her collarbones. 

I slowly began to pick up the speed of the little circles and her whole body started to tense. 

"Pull my hair!" I reached forward and wrapped my hand around her pony-tail. "Pull my FUCKING HAIR!!" 

I pulled her head back by her pony-tail until there was no need for her to flex her legs anymore. There was no more room for any forward or backward movement of her torso. 

That's not to say there wasn't movement. I started flexing the muscles at the base of my cock and she started flexing the muscles inside her cunt. 

My fingers were circling faster and faster and her abdomen was beginning to clench. Her arms were now flexing in rhythm with my fingers, squeezing her titties with those ropes. Between her arms flexing and my pulling on her ponytail, the ringing of the bells was back. Not beer wagon. More like slow sleigh ride. 

Sam finally yanked really hard on the ropes - hard enough to wrap the ropes around her palms one more time, then she flexed and held still. No she didn't. She flexed her abdominal muscles and her cunt muscles and had another one of those seizures or whatever she had when she came. 

She had barely stopped twitching when she turned her head slightly and said, "Get rid of that fucking condom and get your cock in my mouth! Now!" She paused, then said, "Please?!?" 

I didn't waste any time in meeting her request. At least I don't think it was a delay. I pulled out, stripped the condom off, wiped the pre-cum off the tip of my dick and then took the time to drag the length of my cock through her dripping slit before ducking beneath the rope and stepping in front of her. 

I grabbed her pony-tail again and tilted her head back up before dragging the head of my cock first along her right cheek, then across her left cheek. It was a good thing I'd grabbed her pony-tail or she'd have gotten my cock in her mouth earlier than I'd planned. As it was I had to yank on her pony-tail pretty hard to keep her off it. 

I finally positioned the tip of crank just outside of her mouth and waited. It took just less than a minute before her tongue reached out to stroke the bottom of my cock-head. "I did that to Alex, you know?" She shivered and moaned around my cock. 

I didn't wait much longer then thrust my hips forward, knocking her hat off her head and to the side. I didn't jam my cock down her throat but I did slide it in until she gagged just a little. I pulled it out and she tried her best to keep me from doing so through the power of suction alone. Suction and tongue-action. 

As I pulled out, her tongue kept lapping at the underside like she was trying to gain traction on it. I finally pulled it out so she could swallow and she made a show of licked her lips, then said, "I still taste really good. But a little better with your cock juices mixed in with it." 

Sam twisted her wrists and the ropes fell off her palms, then she somehow managed to twist her wrists far enough to unhook the snap-links from the collars on her wrists. Apparently being a gymnast made a LOT of parts flexible. 

At that, she reached out and grabbed my ass cheeks and began swinging herself back and forth. Me? What the fuck? I put my hands on my hips and stood there, looking around, enjoying the birdsongs and the way the sunlight was breaking through the trees and shifting as the breeze blew the leaves around. 

And enjoyed one fantastic blowjob, too. I reached out with one hand and started to grab her pony-tail again, but as soon as he felt me touch it her left hand came shooting up to grab my wrist and put it back on my hip. 

But she didn't do it because she wanted it to be gentle. She dug her short nails into my ass and started those bells to ringing again. I don't think I'll EVER be able to listen to "Jingle Bells" without getting an erection hard enough to cut diamonds with. 

She kept that motion, suction, tongue-traction thing going for a few minutes (or I kept it going that long, whatever) until I finally felt the surge starting. I started to back away and was getting ready to say something when she let go with her right hand, slapped my ass cheek, put her hand back and dug her nails in and really began slamming herself back and forth. Those bells were really jingling then! 

She heard me start breathing harder and when I started to growl a little she pulled her face forward until her forehead was pasted against my abs and started to really work the back of her tongue on the underside of my cockhead. 

That didn't last long as my balls spasmed and I began to cum in her mouth. When I finally shot that last squirt I started to back up and she held me in her mouth as she went back to stroking the underside of my head with that marvelous tongue. 

I finally pulled her hands free from my ass (I thought for a few seconds I was going to need a damn claw-hammer to get those nails out of my butt) and reluctantly (on both out parts) dragged my softening cock from her eager mouth. 

"You can't get a second?" she pouted. 

"Not right now." I pointed at myself. "Remember? Old man? Multiple orgasms over last couple of days? Right now I'm so drained I'm lucky to be standing up. What do you say we get you out of that?" 

Sam looked disappointed but said, "OK. Hey, did you notice the woods got really quiet after you growled when you came? I thought it was loud, but wasn't sure since the blood was pounding in my ears and I was busy trying to swallow all that cum. 

"And speaking of 'hey', what the hell do you eat and drink that you've cum that many times in four days and still managed to pump that much fucking cum into my belly? I probably won't even have to eat dinner tonight!" 

"I noticed you didn't have to lick your lips, though." 

"Fuck no!! I wasn't wasting any of THAT!!" 

"You about ready to head back?" 

I thought Sam might protest, but she didn't. She did have a mischievous grin on, though, so I knew she had something planned. 

"Can you start taking things down while I duck around the corner and pee?" 

"Really, Sam? After what we've just done to each other, you're going to be modest?" 

"Just stay here, you old goat!" and she slipped off between the trees. 

I chugged probably three-fourths of the water in the bladder in my backpack, then got the ropes untied and re-bundled and was just about to start putting stuff in backpacks when Sam came back. 

"I got this if you need to go piss." 

I hadn't realized I'd gotten soft enough to just yet, but when she said it, it hit me that I needed to. I walked to the side of the little clearing and started to lightly stroke the underside of my cock to make it flow and she swatted my ass. "Not here, goof!" I plan on using this place again and don't want it to smell like piss! Now go down that little trail a little ways and piss there." 

I did and when I got back Sam had all the stuff packed up. And I mean ALL of it. Except my socks and boots. 

"'Ere, what's all this then?" I asked in my best fake-Brit bobbie accent. 

"I thought we could walk back to the van naked? Or at least part way? Please?" 

"Alright." 





Motel Stories 04 - Sam



By the time I'd put my socks and boots on and slung my pack over my shoulder, Sam had her backpack fully on and had fastened the chest strap across beneath her breasts, squeezing her tits into a fantastic cleavage. And it was no less fantastic for the fact that there was nothing hiding her perky boobs. And her perky nipples. 

I motioned for her to go ahead of me, thinking I no longer had to be careful to avoid getting hit with an HR violation. We'd violated a LOT of HR in the last little bit. But then again, I don't think what we'd done with our "human resources" was actually a violation of anything. 

But to my surprise, she told me to go ahead of her. 

I started back down the trail and made it a short way before I heard, "Ow!! Damn!!" 

I turned around and Sam was sitting on the ground clutching her ankle and pulling a face. "I think it's sprained. Don't suppose you could carry me, could you?" 

"I suppose I could - since it's all downhill from here." 

She pulled a fake frown at that. 

I walked closer to where she sat and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm not going to be able to squat to pick you up. But I do believe you mentioned something about a jungle-gym?" 

"No problem!" 

I turned around and she clambered up my back, then back down. I turned around to see what was up and she was shucking her pack. She handed me hers and I held it in one hand and shrugged mine off and held it in the other. 

She clambered back up, then slapped my right pec from over my shoulder and said, "Give me the backpacks." 

I handed them to her and she wrapped her arms through the straps and held them in place across my chest. 

I wrapped my forearms under her thighs and started back down the trail. 

"This is nice," Sam whispered in my ear. 

"Is there any chance you'd be willing to explain the contradiction of you being all dominant around work, but liking the idea of being tied up and fucked?" 

As she spoke, I could feel her warm breath on the side of my neck. "Youngest child of five. All the others were boys, and all of them were over 6 feet tall. The only way to survive among them was to out-macho them. 

"But the flip side of that was that I also wanted to be girl and held tightly but lovingly. Somewhere in my teen years I started experimenting with self-bondage. Nothing too extreme since I didn't want to get caught, and my flexibility helped out a LOT on a couple of occasions, let me tell you! 

"I tried to get a couple of guys to play with me, but usually they freaked. A lot of guys, hell, all of them, are much bigger than me and when I'd build up the courage to ask, they'd get all, 'But... I could NEVER do anything like THAT to someone as special as you.' It was especially difficult to ask for something like that since I was on the college gymnastics team." 

"I've been meaning to ask. Where'd you go to college?" 

"My hometown. Where we're staying right now. Who did you think bent that tree over like that?" 

"Let me guess. You?" 

"Yeah. I've been practicing that upside down thing up here for years - between college and vacations. You have no idea how many times I've damn near fallen off that thing finger-fucking myself. I've been waiting sooooo long to have someone treat me like I wanted to be treated. And yes, I knew exactly where we were coming... and cumming... because I know that almost nobody uses this trail. Thank you!" 

"For what? Thank you!! And by the way, what happened to 'I wouldn't feel safe going by myself'?" 

"I had to get you to come somehow. And the 'thanks' was for you sticking your fingers in my pussy while I was talking. That feels fucking awesome the way I'm bouncing on them with every step!!" 

"You know what else feels awesome? Your nipples poking into my back." 

"Speaking of which, can you let go of my right leg for a second and raise your arm up over your head?" 

When I did, she did another one of those magic tricks of hers and suddenly she was around front with the backpacks on my back and her arms up over my shoulders again. I tucked my arms under her thighs just above the knees and clasped my hands together behind my back. 

As I continued to walk down the trail she started kissing, licking and sucking on my neck, which was causing the obvious distraction. 

"You taste so good. I think I could get addicted to your sweat." 

"I've been told I have an addictive personality before." 

Sam pulled back and looked at my eyes, then realized I was grinning. 

"What?" 

"I said I have an addictive personality. But not the kind you think. What I mean is that is usually only takes one hit and women are irretrievably addicted to me. Just can't seem to get me out of their systems." 

"You are soooo fucking right about that! Tell you what, old man. If you want to, we can play any time you want. If you're in the mood, find a way to catch me off to the side and call me 'Sami'. DON'T do it around the other guys - I've been telling them for years not to call me that. Coming from them it always seemed like they were talking down to me, and that's what my brother's called me when they were teasing me. From you? That's a nickname I'd gladly hear any time of the day or night. And how about when I want to play, I'll call you 'old man'." 

But you call me 'old man' all the time." 

"'Cuz I'll always be ready to play with you!! Any time, any where, and any way. Addictive, remember?" 

A little while later I tripped over something, not sure what it was. Seriously. Have you ever tried to walk while carrying all that weight and then having a woman's face and hair block your vision of the ground in front of you as she swapped sides every once in a while? 

Why "seriously"? I think I might have already mentioned that kissing on me had caused a distraction? 

Well when I tripped, she slipped a bit and purely by coincidence the tip of my cock slightly bumped into her still-open pussy. Oh, come on! You've got to be kidding me. Of course I didn't plan it. Her arms were around my neck, mine were behind my back. How could I have possibly gotten us lined up just right at the exact moment I'd trip? 

It had taken some doing, let me tell you that. And no, I won't tell you how I did it. 

Having slipped so much, Sam was no longer able to reach my neck. But now she was doing interesting things with her tongue across my chest. 

I felt her change her grip on the backpacks and she "slipped" a little farther. And yes, I was still in just the right position. 

"If I tell you something else, will you promise to not think I'm sick?" 

"Of course not, little girl." She shivered. 

"My brothers used to call me that when they were teasing me, too. Normally I dislike that almost as much as I don't like hearing 'Sami' from the guys at work. A tease, but not the good kind of tease. And again - from you? It's a pet name that I'd love to hear oh, no more than 70 or 80 times a day. 

"But what I started to tell you was that when my dad or my brothers would give me piggy-back rides in my later pre-teen years it used to feel so good rubbing my crotch against their backs. I didn't have crushes on them and don't love any of them as anything more than just as brothers. But I used to love getting those rides. It gave me that funny feeling in my tummy that I didn't know what was until a few years later in bed one night." 

"Ah." 

"Ah? That's all you have to say?" 

"Nope!" And I trudged along a little longer. Waiting. 

"Well? What else do you have to say?" 

"Ooops. I tripped again." When I "tripped" I managed to hike her knees up a little higher so she had no choice but to slip farther down my torso. And coincidentally farther down the shaft of my cock. 

"I'm on birth control - just so you know." 

"Well, in that case, how do you feel about horsey-back rides?" 

"Aren't they pretty much the same as piggy-back rides?" 

"No, little girl," (another shiver), "pigs don't have long enough legs to do this," and I broke into a little bit of a lope. Not a gallop and I don't know if a horse has a gait that would correspond to what I was doing. 

It was not necessarily a smooth lope. In fact, it hurt my knees for a couple of days afterward. But right then? I was surfing the adrenalin and endorphin waves for all I was worth. 

What it was would have been jarring had she actually been riding a horse. But since she wasn't, it just meant that each time one of my feet slammed into the ground her pussy was jammed down onto my throbbing cock and her clit bumped against my pubic bone. I pulled my arms out from under her knees and cupped her cute little ass cheeks in one apiece. That helped support her weight a little better as I jogged. 

I didn't have to keep it up long and she was talking into my chest and trying to bite me. I couldn't make out much of what she was saying, but it seemed to be mostly cuss words mixed with inarticulate growls and moans and howls. This time it was her that made the woods go quiet as she growled/howled her way through yet another orgasm. 

I stopped just before we left the shade of the woods. I already knew there was no one else in the parking lot because I'd been scanning ahead the whole time, glancing between trees to make sure no one was coming up the trail. 

"Down you go, baby!!" Another shiver. 

"You betcha, old man!!" And she dropped both packs behind me, jerked her hips up and off my cock then slid down my legs until she was on the ground in front of me. And yes, she took me literally and went down on me. 

"Cunt juice and cock juice and sweat, oh my!!" she said with a smile after she'd taken as much of me into her mouth as she could and then pulled back off. She did a really thorough job of cleaning me. She did an even better job of wringing a second orgasm out of me. This one left me leaning against a tree seeing watching the pretty lights dance around in my vision. No roaring growl, just a satisfied little one. 

We got dressed, walked to the van, tossed our packs in the back and I held the passenger door open for her. 

"Now THAT is the way to treat a lady!" 

"So in spite of that stuff you were saying earlier about patriarchal oppression, you do appreciate chivalry?" 

"Yeah, that too. But I was thinking about how you've given me so many orgasms I'm damn near delirious! You mind if I tilt my seat back?" 

"No, my little girl Sami, go ahead. You deserve a rest." 

Sam shivered a little, smiled a contented smile, slid the seat as far forward as it would go, then reclined it. She was asleep before we were ten minutes down the road.