1 comments/ 25609 views/ 9 favorites The Bed & Breakfast By: GaGirlKatie Katie ran a little bed and breakfast out in the cut of the Georgia country but close enough to the city not to be in the middle of nowhere. She was only 20 years young and had a good head on her shoulders, very mature for her age. After all, she did run her own business, and a very profitable one at that. She had customers come stay with her from all over the country, usually the south east though. Katie had always been a popular girl growing up. She never felt like she was skinny enough or pretty enough or smart enough but as she got older, she realized that she had been wrong all along. Standing about 5'4", she was an athletic but feminine girl, thick, with curves in all the right places. Shiny brown hair adorned her slightly round face, her piercing green eyes could make anyone melt, and she had the most luscious full lips you'd ever seen. Katie was a smoldering beauty. Men seemed to be attracted to her thicker physique and defined features. It wasn't her looks that captivated people though...it was her personality. It was magnetic and addictive. Katie was always a very bold girl. She said what she wanted to say when she felt like it. She always spoke her mind, but she was kind and thoughtful about it. She wasn't scared of much of anything. She had been through a lot, emotionally, in her life thus far and was a strong minded woman with a tough, loving, gracious heart. She gave everyone a chance and was able to see the good in everyone even if it wasn't visible to others. Katie had decided not to go to college when she graduated. She had a lot of family problems, due largely to the fact that she was in a relationship with a black man who ended up getting locked up. Her parents did not approve of her relationship with him. She was in love with him. He was really rough around the edges, came from a broken home, no father figure, always got in trouble, had a hard time keeping a job, and was a text-book thug, but for some reason he came into her life when she needed someone most. She'd fallen and he had picked her up. The emotional damage she suffered from years of fighting with her parents had done a real number on her but he was there when she needed him. And for that, she had love for him. He pleased her in ways no other man had. He made her laugh and smile when no one else could. The relationship ended abruptly when he got arrested one night. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and got accused of something he hadn't done. It broke her heart. Her feelings for him slowly diffused and she was able to move on. She got back on her feet and opened her own bed and breakfast which, to her surprise, was very successful! It led her to a well deserved profit and a lot of wonderful memories, not to mention the fact that she met a man there who ended up changing her life forever. The summer had been a hot one. The humid Savannah air was thick with moisture and almost unbearable. But this particular Sunday at the end of July was an unusually breezy, mild day. No AC was needed. She left the windows to the B&B open and let the cool air drift through the sheer curtains all throughout the 3 story, plantation style home that she had inherited. A newly wed couple had just checked out of their room and the place was deserted. She spent most of the morning cleaning and cooking and preparing for the week. Because she was the only one around, she decided not to wear her usual pants suit or dress when she was "at work". She wore a simple wife beater tank top over a hot pink, satin bra that defined her 38 D breasts perfectly and tight jean Bermuda shorts. After her work was done that afternoon, she grabbed a beer out of the fridge, lit up a cigarette and sat on the front porch, enjoying the cool summer evening as she admired her hard work and dedication to the bed and breakfast. Although she loved running the home, it left her little time for her personal life. She hadn't really dated anyone since her ex had gotten locked up. She put the whole situation out of her mind and left it at that. A few hours passed by and Katie dozed off on the porch swing. It was about 8:30 and it had gotten dark and the cool summer breeze had given her bare skin a slight chill. Just as she was about to go in for the night, she saw an old black, Chevy classic pull up on the gravel in front of the house. She walked back out on the porch and stood there. A man emerged from the car and pulled a bag out of the trunk and slammed it shut. He stood about 6'3", large, muscular build about 230lbs, a close hair cut and a goatee, thick full lips, and the most attractive, dark skin she'd ever seen. He walked up to the porch with a swagger that gave her chills. He set his bag down in front of her, took his sunglasses and hat off and looked her up and down. She didn't say anything. She let the stranger soak up her beauty and then their eyes met. He had the deepest, darkest eyes she'd ever seen. He grinned, licked his lips, and said "How you doin tonight ma my names Marcus." "Nice to meet you Marcus, I'm doin jus fine my names Katie." "Nice to meet you lil lady. I'ma need a room for bout 2 or 3 days if that's possible, I can pay you for 3 even if I end up only stayin for 2. I'm in town on um, business." He said matter of factly. "Well I got a room for ya, $50 a night, meals included, whatever else I can get ya jus lemme know." "Only $50 a night? Well damn I'm glad I found this place ma." They exchanged smiles and walked in the house and Katie grabbed a key from behind the desk in the foyer and slid it across the hard, glossy wood towards Marcus as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a roll of hundred dollar bills. He noticed her eyes get wide as she saw the roll of money and he laughed a little to himself as he plucked 2 hundred dollar bills from the wad and handed them to Katie. She opened a drawer and went to unlock the money box to give him his change and he reached across the desk and put his hand on hers. "I don't need change ma...we straight." Katie looked up at him in surprise. "You sure bout that?" "Yea, positive." Marcus took the key and walked up the big, old fashioned, winding stair case to his room. Katie was surprised by his generosity and she was genuinely curious about him. He was sexy as hell and had an incredible body not to mention. She knew he had been checking her out and vice versa and she found herself hot over it. About an hour later, Marcus walked downstairs and asked Katie about something to eat. They made small talk as he helped her prepare dinner. Before they sat down to eat, he ran up to his room and came back down with a bottle of Cognac he had brought with him and he poured them each a glass. He was a gentle, but mysterious man. They eyed each other the whole night, exchanged sly little smiles here and there and made far too much eye contact for complete strangers. They could both feel the sexual tension though, there was no denying that. They talked most of the night and Marcus was extremely helpful in cleaning up after dinner. They sat out on the porch, enjoying another glass of Cognac and a cigarette and they just sat there, enjoying each others company. The night air got unusually cooler and Katie told him she was heading upstairs for the night and that he could help himself to anything in the kitchen and what not. She got up from the rocker on the porch and Marcus's eyes followed her, plump, round ass into the house. He licked his lips and just shook his head in admiration. Katie retreated to her master bed room and turned the switch on the tub. She filled it with bubbles and the steam felt great against her chilled skin. She slid her shirt and bra off over her head and her shorts down to the floor and was wearing just a thong when she heard a knock at her door. Startled, she threw a loose fitting, short robe on and opened the door. Marcus was standing there in front of her. As soon as he saw her wearing that thin robe, bearing her sexy, thick legs, and her hard nipples, his dick got on hard and he inhaled deeply. He stood there for a minute, embarrassingly mesmerized by her beauty, before he asked her if she needed anything from the gas station as he was running up the street to get a pack of cigarettes. "Wow, I'm sorry ma, I didn't mean to interrupt you...I gotta run up to the store real quick and get some cigarettes, you want anything?" "Can you get me a pack of Newports...I'll pay you back." "You straight mama, I gotchu. I'll be right back." Katie eased the door closed, leaving it open a little bit and she walked back over to the bath tub. Not knowing for sure if Marcus had left, she slipped off her robe anyways and slid her thong off before pulling her hair up. She slid into the tub and closed her eyes, leaning back on the porcelain as a long, deep sigh escaped her lips. Katie decided to take the time while he was gone to satisfy herself as this sexy, ebony god had made her unusually horny. She rubbed the suds all over her big, bouncy, firm breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers as she threw her head back in ecstasy. She positioned her hot, waiting pussy in front of one of the jets in the tub and moaned a little as the pressure of the hot water worked its magic on her swollen clit. Her legs hung over the edge of the tub as her pussy got beat up by the jet. Within 30 seconds she was cumming hard and moaning pretty loudly. She laid back in the tub and almost fell asleep until she heard the front door slam shut and the dead bolt lock into place. She heard heavy thuds as Marcus skipped back up the stairs to his room. Katie got out of the tub and dried herself off and slipped on a slinky, thin little house dress. Marcus knocked on her door a few minutes later and handed her the pack of cigarettes. He had the bottle of cognac in his hand and 2 glasses. They sat out on the balcony porch that faced the huge back yard of the plantation and they smoked and drank. Marcus was surprised at how well she was handling the liquor. They talked, laughed, and flirted. The cool night air caused Katie's nipples to stand at attention and Marcus definitely took notice. It was getting late and Katie was feeling pretty damn good because of the liquor. She excused herself to the bathroom and when she came back to the porch Marcus was gone. She stood there for a few minutes leaning against the railing, staring off into the night sky at the stars when she felt someone behind her. She didn't even turn around to look, she knew it was Marcus. He stood, pressed behind her, arms on the railing beside hers. He moved her hair from her neck, wrapped his heavy, muscular arm around her thick, toned stomach, and kissed her gently on the neck, sending shivers through her whole body as she arched her back into him. Marcus continued nibbling and sucking on her smooth white skin for a minute before he spun her around. He slid his big, dark, strong hand up her stomach, across her chest, and to her throat where he tilted her head back and kissed her neck again. He nibbled on her ear and ran his tongue down her neck before he lifted her chin up and kissed her on the lips. He withdrew to see if she was cool with it and the eager, lustful look in her piercing green eyes told him she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her. Marcus parted her lips with his cool, wet tongue and explored her mouth, stopping to nibble on her lips every now and then. Katie sighed in pleasure as his hands slid down her back under her dress to her plump, phat ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck and in one swift motion, he lifted her legs up around his waist and kissed her as he held her against the railing of the balcony. Their breathing got heavier as they wanted each other more and Marcus carried Katie into the room and laid her down on the little sofa chair. He went to lift her dress off over her head and she resisted. "What's wrong?" "Nothing, I just don't like showing off my body." Katie said, ashamed. "You're a beautiful woman Katie, and your body is on point ma...it ain't no reason for you to be ashamed of what you got. You got a trophy girl and I want all of it." Marcus looked deep into her eyes, ran his fingers through her soft brown hair and kissed her passionately. For some reason Katie felt comfortable in his presence. He lifted her dress over her head and he stood back to admire her beauty. He could smell the faint, sweet smell of her pussy and he bit his lip, let out a low growl, and grabbed the bulge in his pants. He got on his knees in front of her and kissed her again before he took his shirt off, exposing his smooth, chocolaty, muscular body laced with mesmerizing, sexy black ink tattoos. He placed kisses all over her body, cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. He sucked and nibbled on each nipple making her wetter and wetter with each pass of his tongue over her sensitive nipples. He kissed a trail down her stomach right above her hot, wet, awaiting pussy. Marcus teased her a little by kissing and nibbling all around her pussy, down her legs and on her inner thighs. Finally Katie could feel his hot breath against her pussy lips and he slooowly ran his tongue up her sweet, wet slit before wrapping his lips around her swollen, throbbing clit. Katie grabbed his head in ecstasy and moaned as he hummed around her clit. Marcus slid one of his thick, black fingers into her wet, pink pussy and massaged her g-spot as he sucked and licked on her clit. Katie had never felt anything like this before. Never had a man been able to stimulate her g-spot before. Marcus knew she was close to cumming so he stopped abruptly and lifted her up and kissed her deeply. As he kissed her, Katie could taste her sweet juices and she felt Marcus slide 2 fingers back into her eager, throbbing pussy. As their lips held their embrace, Marcus started rubbing her g-spot harder and faster and Katie's moans escaped her mouth and traveled into his. "You ever had a nigga make you squirt before ma?" he asked aggressively. "No, never..." Katie replied feverishly. "Well I'm bout to make you cum like you ain't never came in ya life shawty. When you start nuttin, push my hand away and rub ya clit and squirt that nut for a nigga you got me?" "Yea...I gotchu..." Katie replied between staggered breaths. Marcus grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and started sucking on her neck as he continued to fiercely stroke her g-spot. Before she knew it, she pushed Marcus's hand out of her hot, wet pussy and started rubbing her clit hard and fast, instinctively, as her toes curled and her body tensed up and she shot her nut out in a gush. Katie let out a loud harsh scream as her curvy body spasmed and jerked in response to the best orgasm she had ever had. She lay their helplessly as she came down from her high. Marcus picked her limp body up and carried her over to her bed and laid her down. Finally, when Katie's breathing returned to normal she sat up on the foot of the bed while Marcus stood in front of her. Katie unfastened his belt buckle and slid off his oversized pants, boxers, and basketball shorts, revealing a monster of a cock. It was at least 10 inches long and the width of 3 of her fingers and it grew harder with each stroke of her hand. The head was a deep purple color and it throbbed as the blood rushed thru his organ. She looked up at Marcus with innocent, eager eyes and licked up the drop of precum that had formed at the tip of his dick. He closed his eyes and let out a low groan as his fingers ran thru her hair and his grip tightened. Katie swirled her tongue around the head of his dick and took almost its entire length into her mouth and down her throat. Marcus began pumping his throbbing dick into her mouth and in a few minutes Katie felt his balls tighten and his cock jerk in her mouth as he growled deeply and pumped his nut into her mouth. She swallowed every hot, sticky drop and Marcus collapsed on the bed beside her. They both lay there for a few minutes, relishing in the events that just took place and regaining their bearings. They both wanted more of each other...all of each other, but the Cognac and the relief of their orgasms had truly worn them out. Marcus got up and grabbed a blanket out of the trunk at the end of the bed and covered Katie's naked body as he saw her getting goose bumps. He laid down beside her and Katie eased into his body as Marcus wrapped his strong, muscular arms around her. They fell asleep together that night as if they had been lovers for years. Everything felt so right in each others embrace. The next morning, Katie eased out of a deep sleep around 11am. Where had the time gone she thought. Before she even had time to put clothes on, Marcus walked through the bedroom door carrying a tray of food. He had brought her breakfast in bed. They ate together in bed and kissed and cuddled, enjoying each others company. The day brought no new customers at the bed and breakfast...pretty unusual for the summer. Marcus and Katie flirted all afternoon and stole little kisses from each other here and there around the house. More than a few times he grabbed her ass or would walk by her and rub her hot pussy through her shorts. The evening came quick and Katie was making dinner in the kitchen. Marcus had gone up stairs to take a shower. Katie was standing at the stove when she felt Marcus come up behind her and wrap his arms around her. She laid back into him and pressed her ass into his crotch. Instantly she felt his massive dick getting stiff beneath his pants. Marcus trailed his hands up her stomach to her breasts and cupped them as he kissed her neck and shoulders. Katie closed her eyes and threw her head back. They wanted all of each other that night. Katie grabbed Marcus's hand and led him out onto the big screened in porch at the back of the house. It was another cool night. Almost immediately they were all over each other. Katie kissed Marcus passionately and slid her hand down his muscular stomach and inside his pants. She gently stroked his growing cock through his boxers. Marcus tore of his shirt and his pecks jumped a little. Katie kissed him all over his chest and stomach down to his happy trail. She unbuckled his pants and slid them off. She was about to taste that tempting chocolate treat again but Marcus pulled her to her feet. He ran his hand across her cheek softly and through her hair and looked into her bright green eyes and said, "I wanna make love to you tonight girl..." That was all she needed to hear. Marcus placed his soft, full lips on hers and parted her lips with his tongue, letting it pleasure her sweet mouth. He lifted her shirt off over her head, barely breaking there kiss. He cupped her big breasts and gently squeezed her nipples before he took one into his mouth and nibbled softly on it, causing her to moan. As Marcus continued to suck on her nipples, his hands slid down her back as his fingers raked her skin. He slid his big, black hands down her shorts and cupped her ass cheeks. He slid her shorts and thong down and traced a finger up her wet pussy. Katie almost collapsed as Marcus teased her clit. He layed her down on the couch on the porch and climbed on top of her and began kissing her again. Marcus then knelt between her legs and admiringly stroked her pussy while Katie squeezed her breasts together and played with her nipples. Marcus grabbed the base of his long, thick, black cock and rubbed the throbbing head up her pussy a few times. He thrust slowly a couple times before impaling her with that beast of a cock. Katie winced in pain as he hit the back of her cervix. This only caused him to want to go harder and faster. Katie's soaking wet pussy clamped harder around Marcus's dick with each powerful thrust. Wave after wave of orgasms racked her body as he pounded her pussy harder and harder. She raked her nails down his broad, strong back and bit his shoulder as she came hard. Marcus let out a loud groan as he pumped his hot nut inside her thirsty pussy. There moans and groans echoed throughout the plantation. Their sweaty, naked bodies collapsed onto the couch and they fell asleep. The Bed & Breakfast I've had a tough week, impatient people and more than normal stress, I'm really glad it's already 3PM on a Friday. Yesterday the bed and breakfast confirmed my room for the weekend. I'm packed, out the door and on my way, glad to get away from the city. Its 8:00pm when I arrive, the lady at the B&B is nice, gets me checked in and says honey, you're upstairs, last door on the right. The room is cozy; I notice that the moon is really shining thru the blinds. The bed has a black iron headboard and great sheets, kind of unusual but I'm glad that they are so soft. It's a warm night. Opening the windows for a breeze, the gentle sounds of the country creep in. I run a hot bath and it feels so good as I lean back and soak in the heat, the chocolate candle I brought fills the room with sweet smells and relaxes me even more. I thought to myself, god what I wouldn't do to be with a man tonight as my fingers wander to my woman hood and I relax deeper as I bring myself to my release. I lay there for some time groggy from the heat of the water and my release until I feel the water cooling and finally pull the plug and let the water drain out. I reach up and grab the large towel as I stand up and step from the tub, admiring my body in the large mirror. I liked my looks, the smoothness of my stomach, my slim figure and my small but nice breasts. I towel myself off as I turn this way and that watching myself in the mirror admiring my body, the trimmed small patch of blond hair of my mound glistening in the light. With the towel draped around me I move to the bedroom and with just the nightstand light on; I drop the towel and slip between the sheets wearing nothing. The sheets feel so good on my body, cool, and soft and with just a hint of lavender. I open the book I brought, a love novel, and lose myself in the pages of romance. I drift from page to page, feeling the story build, not just within the pages but the feeling it causes within me. I slowly feel myself sliding further away from my stress and entering into this love story, and the effect it has on my body. My fingers wander as I read. He's arrived late, this stranger, there has been a lot going on that day with him. The B&B should help calm him; it's just a quick stop on the road but a welcomed one on the way for business tomorrow. The nice lady clerk offers him something to drink; he accepts and asks if he can he come back for it later. She says sure. He's settled in to his room and hits the shower, slips into an a clean t-shirt and some sweat pants with no underwear and heads downstairs, some juice is what he's after. He picks up a small glass and heads back upstairs. Wow what a day, he'll be glad to relax a little. His room is down the hall, last door on the left, so why does he turn right, open the door and take 2 steps inside? He freezes as he sees me looking back at him and thinks to himself, this woman laying there looking at him is breathtaking. Without realizing it he just stands and stares and I stare back at him. I can see his embarrassment, his face is flushing red as he becomes aware of his swelling manhood and sees me looking there as it is now almost sticking straight out, straining to be released. The color of his face deepens further in his embarrassment as he returns to the moment, blinks and turns away as he stammers, "I'm so sorry, what have I done" and starts to walk out. I had gotten so involved with the story I wasn't thinking clearly; the heat between my legs had me in this fog and I wasn't really aware of what I was saying or doing. I said, "Wait. Come back." Thinking to myself all the while, this is a stranger, what am I doing? He stops and slowly turns just his head around and looks at me. I have these great blue eyes and a smile to die for and motion for him to come back into the room. He turns and walks back in closing the door behind him. He stands there looking somewhat foolish, his hardness had not lessoned and was straining at his sweats as I beckon him over to me and pat the bed and tell him to sit. He is still somewhat embarrassed yet obedient and sits on the bed where I indicated beside me. There is only the sheet covering me and he sees this, causing him to swell even more, he knowing that something very good is likely going to happen. He's very fit and smells so good, like he just got out of the shower and I think to myself that I was sorry to have missed that. That's when it hits me, I want him, need him and close my eyes and take in a breath and draw in his essence, such a clean light scent, and it sends a rush thru me. I turn my head to tell him and without hesitation, he kisses me. He places his left hand behind my neck and gentle pulls at the hair at the base of my head. It's a passionate deep kiss and I feel his strong back as I reach to hold him. He traces my hip and down my thigh thru the sheet with his hand to just below my knee. It feels so good, the touch of his hand, him tracing my curves. There is no need for talking now, I feel myself wanting him even more as the heat flushes within me. My need for him is building in my tunnel of love as the lips guarding it swells and parts, aching for him. The feelings happening to my body under the sheet feels so good as he runs his hands over me. He draws his hand from below my knee up my inner thigh so slowly it seems like a minute, and then turns his hand to lay his palm across my mound of joy and touch me there with his fingers thru the sheet. He now realizes I'm not wearing anything and using 2 fingers, he slowly and gently begins stroking my slit of passion, searching for my clit thru the sheet while continuing his nibbling and biting at my neck, working his way down to the shoulder and back up. My breathing has become more noticeable, slower and deeper. He can feel the warm, wetness on his fingers as my moisture seeps thru the sheet where his fingers are. I let out a small sigh as he moves his hand away and slides it down the inside of one thigh and up the other. He reaches for the sheet and pulls it back far enough to move his mouth to one of my erect nipples sending shivers through me. I tremble as he slowly begins running his tongue around the areola and occasionally just barely biting and suckling at the nipple. His breathing has now become deeper. He gets up and moves to the blinds and pulls them up and moves over to me and turns out the light. The moonlight turns the room into a cascade of shadow and illumination. He pulls the sheet off me, takes my hands in his and lifts me up to my feet on the bed leaning me back against the headboard and wall completely exposing my nakedness to him. He quickly strips and positions himself on the bed in front of me on his knees and grasps my hips and pulls me to him as I reach back for the headboard to steady myself and lean against it to tilt my hips towards him, exposing more of me to him. I am fully and completely exposed to him now, my shaved and trimmed pussy hot and swollen, with moisture seeping from me. The lips guarding my pussy are swollen and pulled back from my dark cave of love exposing its opening, it craving for him. He leans in and inhales my lust, his nose placed at my mound and I thought he was going to plunge his tongue into my heat and I pushed myself into him. He suddenly stood in front of me, pulled my mouth to his and kissed me deeply and passionately while pushing me against the wall and headboard. His engorged love muscle pressed between us poking me in the stomach. I reach for it and as I grasp it he brushes my hand away. He leaves me breathless as he slowly kisses his way down me, starting again at my mouth with a deep passionate kiss, moving down my neck working across my breasts, down to my navel, kissing across my smooth flat stomach, across it to both hips and down to my inner thighs. Once he gets there my breathing changes to very deep, almost gasping breaths and I lean back on to the wall and grasp the headboard. He kisses and sucks his way oh so slowly towards my wet pussy and I thrust myself out to him spreading my legs for him. He can smell my lust for him and wants so badly to taste me. I can see it in his eyes and face and the hardness of his love muscle, the tip turning a light purple it was so engorged. As he inches his face closer he can feel the heat of my pussy and I can feel his hot breath. I taste so very good he says. He starts slowly on my clit with the lightest circular touches he can manage with his tongue. I'm moaning now as I can see the tip of his tongue gliding back and forth across my swollen clit and see it disappear as he plunges it into me. The tingling grows and envelopes my body to the point I feel weakened and he can feel I'm almost to the point of being unable to stay upright. He holds me by my hips and helps me down onto the bed and lays me flat on my back, he is on his knees between my legs and I spread them wide to accommodate him. He lifts my legs upward and outward and leans down and slides his tongue into me as deep as he can and fucks me with it. He listens to my breathing and feels the movement of my hips and my own thrusting to him and times his tongues thrusts with it; he can tell I'm just on the edge of starting to cum as I whimper and my body stiffens and begins to spasm. My release sends hot fluid to his eagerly waiting mouth yet he never changes pace. I can feel and hear the sucking sounds of his tongue driving into me as he tries to capture my entire flood. I can't believe how good it feels, wave after wave of spasms passing thru my body as I slowly drop my legs down onto his shoulders. He's timed his motions completely with my heavy breathing and I feel like I'm riding a wave on the ocean, as my body seems to float, rising and falling in one long continuous orgasm. He stays at it until he feels my legs trembling and knows I am now so sensitive that I'll need a little time to recover. He lies down beside me and pulls me to him and we embrace tightly and kiss deeply. I can taste myself on him, liking it and whisper to him to hold me tight and give me time to recover. I can feel his engorged manhood pressing into my stomach as we hold each other tight. I was wondering why he had not entered me for his own release. I lie there in his arms thinking of what I will do for him in return as my hands move down and hold him. I recovered rather quickly. Although my release had been hard and deep, I had not had a man do something like that to me before. He was still beside me, holding me against him, his hardness hot between us in my hands; he had not softened but seemed to be harder still. I knew what I had to do, what I needed to do for him and me as I rolled over on top of him, kissing him deeply. I looked into his eyes and smiled the twinkling in my blue eyes an indication of what was to come. I sat up and slid myself up onto his chest and in placing my knees beside his head I positioned my pussy at his mouth. He quickly with out any hesitation lifted his mouth to meet me and dove in, his hands grasping my hips holding me. I discovered I was still sensitive from his earlier activity there and knew I wouldn't last long with him doing that and quickly back away from his mouth with his mouth trying to follow and his hands trying to hold me there. I knew what I wanted to do and slowly slid myself down his chest leaving a streak of my moisture there as I slid lower down to his stomach. I leaned down and again kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of me on his lips. I followed the wet streak of my moisture down his chest with my tongue, stopping at each of his nipples to suck on them, hardening them in their own way. I was working my way to his navel and discovered as I slid my pussy downward, I was blocked by his stiff hardness against my backside. I lifted myself up and in grasping it, started rubbing the swollen hood between my own swollen lips guarding my cave of passion. He stiffened further in anticipation as he thought I was going to position him and sit down upon him and he thrust upwards into me when he felt it at my opening. I was not anticipating his thrust and stopped it by lifting myself up as his engorged head entered me. "Not yet lover," I said as I quickly twirled around and sat down on his chest, my back facing his head. He now could not see what I was doing and I had him pinned to the bed by my weight on his chest. I noticed there was a little precum on the head of his cock mixed with my own moisture from him trying to enter me and bent down and licked it off, digging my tongue into his sensitive opening. He stiffened even more at my touch. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked hard. He moaned in surprise and eagerness at my sucking. He thought I would never do this, but it seemed I was determined to give him my all. He moaned, "Yes, make me cum, suck me dry." When I said, "No I have other plans." I sucked him and ran my tongue up and down his shaft and sucked on his balls. Each time he was getting close to cumming, I would back off putting pressure on the swollen head and the base of his shaft and let him cool down. He was bucking and pleading, "Please love, make me cum, swallow me, and suck me dry". Each time a spot of precum would form in the opening of his cock I would let him cool down and then lick it off. I liked the taste of him but I had other plans. I knew his balls were starting to hurt. I have been doing this to him for close to an hour already and tears were starting in his eyes as he pleaded with me to let him cum when I finally said, "Yes, it is time." I could tell he could explode at moment; I could tell the pain was getting to him. He needed the release and I needed him to release inside me. I quickly twirled around and straddled his cock and lowered my pussy down over the engorged head and shaft and guided it into me as I sat down on it. As the head of his cock reached its total depth, I felt his cock stiffen and start to throb as it pumped all that beautiful stored cum into me. He screamed, "Yes, Yes, Yes. Oh God yes." It seemed like his cock and balls pumped into me for hours but it was only for a few long seconds. He had been in such pain but now total release. He exhausted himself with the pumping of cum and as his flow lessoned, I lay down on his chest and kissed him. He was in total exhaustion. We lay that way until his cock was limp and slipped free. I could feel his cum dripping from my pussy. I raised up and moved my pussy up to his face, kneeling as I had done before and said, "I now want you to suck all of your cum from my pussy. I want you to suck it dry and make me cum." He protested but it was too late. I had his mouth covered by my pussy and all he could do was hold my hips and suck and lick. He sucked and licked me into orgasm and I almost drowned him with the amount of juices I released. I had been totally hot and had almost cum several times when I was playing with him. I had been in as much pain and needing of release as him. We lay in bed together all night and made love whenever he became hard. I didn't know how many times he unloaded deep into me and I didn't know how many times I had my releases but by morning, we found ourselves entwined in each other's arms, not wanting to get up and go our separate ways. I was disappointed when he left, lying in bed as he was leaving, I asked him if he would ever be back this way again and he said he didn't know. I then asked him if I could know his name, and he said Mike. When I told him I hoped I could see him again, he smiled and said maybe and gave me his cell number as he left. I snuggled down under the sheets and blanket that somehow had climbed back up over me, not wanting to get up. He left early; it was still dark outside, wanting to get on the road as he had a long ways to travel. I knew I found a man that could satisfy my needs and as my fingers wandered to my love nest, I could feel the stickiness and soreness of our heated passion of the night before. I smiled at the thought of him inside me, the feel of him and the taste of him. I could not explain the feelings I had of him as he filled me with his cum, the satisfied feeling it gave my whole body. I was beginning drift back into sleep when the thought it hit me like a hammer. Unprotected sex! Sara, I thought, you weren't safe. You dummy. You could get pregnant or worse yet some incurable sexually transmitted disease like HIV or herpes. This was a stranger, a one-night stand. You have never done something like this before and you weren't prepared. Startled awake and in a panic, I thought no, he was too nice and would not be a carrier of some disease but him getting me pregnant yes. I thought damn, I haven't been on the pill in over a year and I tried to think back to when I had my last period. Thinking a little more clearly, I thought no, my period should start Monday or Tuesday and this was Saturday. I should be OK but to just play it safe I thought I should get several pregnancy test kits on the way home. For now though, there was nothing I could do about it and my mind drifted back to him and the beautiful love we had made together. My fingers wandered down to my love nest and I could feel the stickiness of our lovemaking and the moisture seeping from its depths, our moisture, our stickiness, his cum and mine. I wanted to hold it inside me and tried to block the leakage with my fingers but it still seeped from me and I gathered it in my fingers and rubbed it across my mound, wanting to keep it there. One hand drifted to my mouth and I tasted the moisture of our lovemaking on my fingers. I could taste him I discovered as I slowly drifted into a light sleep. I awoke with a light knocking on the door and I looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 7:00 AM I hollered just a minute and got up looking for a robe but found the towel on the floor and wrapped myself in it. I went to the door and found the clerk there, she said breakfast will be served at 8 and was making sure I was awake. She smiled at my disheveled look, looking down at my pubic area and legs and teasingly acknowledged there was a lot of late activity in my room last night but there were no complaints and left with a laugh. I smiled back at her and closed the door and headed to the bath to clean up. I dropped my towel and as I ran the tub full of water I looked at myself in the mirror. It was then I noticed and felt the wetness that was leaking from me and running down my leg and knew what she had been looking at. I smiled at the thought of that and my lover of last night and cupped my hand and caught the remaining leakage and rubbed it across my breasts stiffening my nipples as I rubbed it in. I dreamily stepped into the tub and sank down for a short soak wishing he were still here with me. I scrubbed myself well, making sure I was squeaky clean for breakfast, apprehensive of what the other guests would say if they had heard the activity in my room. I wondered also if the staff would say anything and thought I would skip breakfast but the pangs of hunger were starting in my stomach. I discovered I was famished and quickly left the tub, brushed and dried my hair, put on what little makeup I used and dressed. I thought what the heck, this was my weekend and I was paying for it. I deserved it and needed it. It had been a long time since I had someone and I wasn't going to let anyone else ruin it for me. I went to breakfast. There were few guests there, many had left early, something I didn't understand but then there were only a few motels in this small town and many travelers wanted to get on the road, just like my lover of last night. Thinking about it, I didn't mind, fewer to question the activity of last night if they heard it. Breakfast was good, casual conversation in a warm family type atmosphere. I liked it here and wished I had more than the weekend to spend here. I asked the hostess of the B&B about the sights and activities around town since this was my first time there and discovered things to do and look at. The town itself was a museum of history, full of antiques, every small store full of them and I knew what I would be spending the day doing. I loved looking at antiques, it was one of my passions and I quickly ate and headed back to my room to put on comfortable shoes and grab a wrap and my purse. The day was mine and I would window shop until the town rolled up the sidewalks, which was what small towns like this did at night. There would be no night activity around here. I didn't think there was even a bar in town. I didn't see one when I drove in. The Bed & Breakfast I think I walked through every shop there, several times even each time seeing something different that I didn't see before. I loved it; it was so relaxing to just wander here and there, no pressures to be anywhere, lost in time. I had a sandwich in one small store when the hunger pains hit me late in the day as I was wandering from store to store. I did notice a small restaurant in my wanderings and thought I would stop there later on my way back to the B&B in the evening, which I did. I was tired when I headed back, buying a few things but leaving them in the shops to pick up tomorrow as I headed home. The sky was clouding over and I was wondering if it might rain. I reached the B&B as it was beginning to darken, having wandered all over town. I was tired not only from my day's wandering but the lack of sleep the previous night and headed to my room. I did not notice anyone around as I walked through the foyer and up the stairs. My room was dark, and I flicked on the light stopping at the windows, opening them, on my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. I decided not to shower, just to brush my teeth, comb my hair and scrub my face. I had a slight headache and grabbed a codeine Tylenol from my overnight bag. It was one of the strong night sleep aids I took when the stress really got to me and it usually knocked me out all night. I was so tired I knew I would like die during the night and not even an earthquake would wake me. I would be gone to the world until morning by the time the drug wore off. I turned off the bathroom light as I headed to bed flicking off the bedroom light as I went. There was no light in the room at all, the moon blocked by clouds, as I stood by the bed and let my clothes slip to the floor. I quickly slipped between the cool clean crisp sheets, and fell into a deep slumber as soon as my head hit the pillow. I dreamed, a beautiful and wondrous dream, I was in his arms again. This time, he crawled between the sheets with me and slowly kissed me all over. In my heat of passion for him I open my arms and legs for him and took him into me. It was wondrous, his slow and passionate love making. He ravished me, taking me over and over again as I lay there moving only enough to meet his every thrust, letting him fill me with his seeds of love. I did not know how long my dream lasted or if it was real, I was unaware of anything as I slumbered in my deep and satisfying dream. I awoke with a small beam of sunlight hitting me in the eyes; I looked at the clock and saw it was 7:00 in the morning. I was refreshed and remembering my dream, I looked around. It seemed so real; I remembered it vividly even though I slept soundly. There was no one else in the room but me. I felt wetness under me, and slipped a hand down to my mound of passion and felt stickiness there and moisture seeping from me and running down between my cheeks wetting the sheet under me. I slipped my fingers thru it and brought it to my mouth expecting to taste only me but there was something else there, the taste of him. Was this possible? I again looked around the room and saw a single red rose in a vase on the table by the window. I jumped up and ran to it, finding a note there stuck under the vase. It read, "I didn't want to wake you, you were peaceful in you sleep." Was it really him, I thought or did another stranger take me in my sleep? I started looking for him, going to the bathroom hoping to find him there. There I found another note, this time on the mirror, stating, "Remember my number". It was him! I quickly dressed and rushed down stairs hoping to find him there in the foyer or dining room but there were only a few guests and the hostess. I went to her and asked if the man from yesterday, Mike, was there and she stated she hadn't seen him. He checked out early yesterday morning and as far as she knew he hadn't come back. She knew he hadn't checked back in. I was lost and devastated, and wandered around the building and out to the street hoping to see him. He was gone. My weekend was coming to an end and I had hoped to see him again, make love to him again and I slept thru it. I was disgusted with myself for taking the codeine Tylenol and I headed back to my room again and slowly packed. I needed to take a shower as I could smell the lust from the night but then I thought, no, I will be alone in my car and I want to savor the smell of him, have his wetness in me and against me. I may never see him again and I quietly went back to packing. I needed to pick up the few things I had bought and pack them into my car so I checked out. It was already close to noon; I missed breakfast, was still was not hungry and needed to pick up the antiques I had bought. I quickly did that and left town sadly wishing the weekend had been longer. I did not want to head back to the stress of my life, my job in the city. I wanted to stay here in this small town with him, whom ever he was. I didn't know anything about him, just that I wanted him. I wanted him making love to me, to have him inside me, filling me with his cum of passion knowing his seed would swim deeper into me and I would be able to hold him there if only for a little while. Would I ever see him again? This I did not know, fate will be what it will be. I did think to remember to buy the pregnancy test kits on my way home. I tossed them into my bathroom cabinet as I unpacked, promptly forgetting about them, already getting back into the stress of my city life. Evening came and went, Monday morning already the weekend almost forgotten, fading into the past as I readied myself for work. I quickly showered and as I stepped from it, I saw my panties on the floor that I had worn Sunday on the drive home. I picked them up and brought them to my nose and sniffed them. I could smell him and smiled at the thought of him and knowing the lovemaking we had was perfect in every way. Sadly I took them and placed them in the drawer of my night stand knowing I may never see him again but having part of him that I could come back to when I needed to. Still I thought I could be caring his child, his love child, our love child and I thought to myself, I didn't need that with the stress in my life I already had. Still.... I quickly dressed and headed for work, not wanting to but needing to just to live. The money was good even though the stress wasn't. Still, it provided me the money to escape for a time away from the city and the stress it caused. Just like the weekend. Next time it would be longer than a weekend if I planned it right. The drudgery of work filled the day and it passed quickly, and I headed home. I knew tomorrow would be just another day and before I knew it I was home. My home, all mine. Although small, it was a two bedroom, but it was still mine filled with my memories, my treasures. I quickly slipped out of my blouse and skirt and into my robe. That was when I noticed my spotting, that my period was starting. Somewhat saddened but relieved, I did what I had to do and inserted a panty liner to catch the light flow. Tomorrow I knew the heavy flow would start and I needed to be prepared for it. There would be cramping too. There always was. Tuesday came and went along with all the days and nights following it. I searched for the paper he gave me with his number, wanting to call him but found that I had somehow lost it. With that, my memories of that weekend faded as I continued with my life...I knew I had lost him. The Bed and Breakfast Patricia decided that she was tired of living at home with her parents. She had moved back home after college until she could find a job and get back on her feet. But now that she had been working for a year and saving up her money, she felt that she was ready to take the next step and start looking for a place to live. She really wanted to buy a place, and not put her money into someone else's pockets, but she didn't feel like she could afford a house just yet. She sat down and figured out a budget, and realized that she could probably afford a mobile home. The initial price wouldn't be too high, and therefore she wouldn't need as much of a down payment. She decided to start her search the next morning at a local mobile home dealership and find out what she could get for her money. Robbie had worked in the construction industry for a long time, but the recent downturn in the housing market had really slowed the amount of work that he had over the last year. He had child support payments which were still rather high, although his income wasn't at the level that it was when the support payment amount was decided by the judge. His friends had always talked about how outgoing he was, and even one of them had commented that he could probably sell ice to an Eskimo. So when the layoff happened at his company, he answered an ad in the local paper for a salesman position at a local mobile home dealership. The manager hired him on the spot, and if he could sell a couple of trailers a week, he could make almost what he was making while doing the construction work. That Monday morning Robbie got up and put on a white polo shirt with a pair of tan Docker pants. Not too dressy, but still somewhat casual so that his customers would hopefully be put at ease. It was nearing the end of the month, and he had not been working at the dealership very long, but he wanted to have at least one sale before the month ended when paychecks would be issued. As Robbie went out onto the deck at the office, he saw a young woman pull up in a compact car that was a few years old. She looked fairly young at first glance, and Robbie figured that she was there about a job or something, as she looked too young to be a potential buyer. As she stepped out of the car, Robbie took stock of her features. As she exited her vehicle, the first thing that Robbie noticed was her face. She had a gentle smile framed by a small, yet somewhat narrow face. The light shade of red that flowed through her hair brought out the fair skin that ran from her head to her toe. It was clear that she used a tanning bed, as there were no tan lines anywhere to be seen. She was dressed in jeans and a light gray sleeveless top with a blue border around the neck and shoulders, with another dark blue line that ran across her body on top of her breasts. Ah, her breasts. They were pleasant to the eye, with a perkiness that accentuated her youthfulness. His last girlfriend had been a size 32, and this girl appeared to be about the same bra size. The top was tight enough to outline the breasts on the sides and bottom, without making them look like they were being restricted. He had never been a big breast man, as he always told himself, "Whatever a man can't put in his mouth is wasted". And if he ever had a chance with a girl like the one before him, he wouldn't want to waste anything. She was standing upright now and walking towards him. She appeared to be a little over five foot, and her frame was rather small, but she had a smile and a bounce to her step that seemed to add six more inches to her height. As she walked up to the deck where Robbie was standing, she smiled again and reached out her hand in greeting. "Good morning, my name is Patricia," she said as she ascended the stairs. "Good morning, and welcome to the dealership," Robbie greeted. "How may I help you today?" "I would like to look at some of your homes," Patricia replied. "Very well, then. Do you know what size you are looking for? How many bedrooms and/or bathrooms will you need?" Robbie asked. "I am thinking about a 2 or 3 bedroom home, with at least 2 baths, as I do not want to have to share my private bathroom with any company that I might have. I need all of the counter space I can get, without worrying about someone seeing my mess." "Okay, let's start out with a couple of homes that are next to the office, and we'll go from there." Robbie started to descend the stairs to lead her toward the first mobile home that she might like. Patricia fell in behind him, and took a minute to really observe this man that was leading the way. He looked to be about five foot eight, maybe a hundred and fifty or sixty pounds, medium blond hair with a nice muscular build. His arms held no flab to flap around when he walked, just pure muscles that rippled some as he moved his arms when he walked. As Robbie approached the first home that he wanted to show her, he walked halfway up the stairs and opened the storm door, then stepped to the side so that she could go up the stairs ahead of him. The doors to the homes were already unlocked and opened at the beginning of each business day, with just the screen doors remaining closed. He found that he couldn't take his eyes off of her as she walked up the stairs to enter the mobile home. The jeans that she was wearing were form fitting, and they accentuated her curves very nicely. The shape of her ass was proportional for her body, but it was not flat like a lot of girls that were her size. It had a nice half bowl shape that gently sloped into her thighs, with enough parting in the middle to make him want to reach out and grab each cheek in his hands. But she appeared to be at least ten years younger than him, so he knew there was no chance that he could have someone as young and nubile as she was. As Patricia crested the top of the stairs, she turned to take a quick look at the handsome gentleman that was following her. The opening at the neck of the polo shirt showed some chest hairs that were evenly spread across the chest area. It wasn't like a forest growing on his chest, but enough to make her want to run her fingers through it, especially if it was as soft as it appeared. Just then Robbie crested the top of the stairs as Patricia stepped across the threshold, and he began to tell her the details about the home. "This is a three bedroom, two and a half bath mobile home. It is a brand new 28x76 home, and it has only been on the lot for about a week. It has an open floor plan with a fireplace in the living room, and an island in the kitchen." "It is very nice. I like the colors that they used to decorate the walls and window trim." "That's great, but if there is anything that you don't like, I'm sure we can trade it out with something that would suit your tastes better." "So, how much is this home?" "Well, this is a double wide, and one of the larger models, so it will list for about eighty grand. That includes central heat and air, and the decorations and window treatments that you see here that are already installed." "I was hoping for something a little more inexpensive though. I do have a down payment, but I don't want my payments too high. I like the size of the rooms that I see here, though." "Okay, there is a mobile home that is two years old and we just repo'd it a few weeks ago. It is in pretty good shape, though it could use some good cleaning, and maybe a little painting, but it might be more in your budget." "Alright, let's go look at it then," Patricia said as she turned to walk toward the front door. Robbie continued to follow her out of the mobile home and directed her to the mobile home that was directly behind the one that they had just gone into. He once again preceded her up the stairs, enjoying the view of her ass again as she went before him into the mobile home. She looked around the mobile home, and liked what she saw. There were some items lying around on the floors in some of the rooms, and it would definitely need a carpet cleaning, but Patricia determined that most of the work that had to be done could be done easily by her. The master suite had its own private bathroom, and it was one big selling feature that she liked. It was also the only room that had any furniture in it, as there was a queen size bed on a bed frame with only a plain wooden headboard. She had some furniture that her dad was going to let her keep to move into her new place, but her bed back home was a twin bed that she had slept in since she was a child, and a bigger bed would be nice, especially if she had someone over to spend the night. "How much is this one selling for?" Patricia asked. "As I said earlier, this is a repo. The bank owns it, but they will accept bids through the end of the month, and then decide on who they want to sell it to. You can probably get this for a third of what the other home costs, as there is some work that needs to be done, and the bank wants to sell this "as is" Do you want to put in a bid on the home?" Robbie asked. "Yes I do," Patricia replied. "Okay, let me go back to the office and I will get the paperwork that you will need to fill out. Take your time and look around the home all you want to, so that you can know exactly what you are willing to pay for this." "Thank you, I will." Patricia looked out the living room window and watched Robbie as he walked back toward the office. He was older than her, but he was definitely handsome, though she detected a faint hint of shyness from him. She hadn't dated anyone in the last year as she had immersed herself into her work, and most of her friends had moved away to go to college or start families of their own. There were a couple of guys that had made passes at her at work, but she didn't want to get involved with someone that she worked with, then have to deal with them if the relationship didn't work out. Robbie's shoulders were not too broad, yet the muscular tone was highlighted by the ridge that was created by them across the top of his shirt. There was a nice indented curve to his back that fell into a small rounded ass, which was followed up by legs that were maybe a little shorter than some guys, but not really out of proportion. Patricia went back into the master bedroom to examine the bed that had been left behind. It was not much to look at, but it appeared that it would be comfortable enough to sleep on. She laid down on the bed, and found herself thinking about the salesman once again. She realized that she was getting turned on just by thinking about him. It had been some time since she had been with a man, so there was a longing that was pent up inside of her that needed release. She still didn't really want to get into a deep relationship, but a nice romp in the bed would definitely feel good. She had noticed that he seemed to like what he saw in her, as she caught him watching her as she walked up the stairs when she had glanced back one time. It was then that she decided to do something she decided was crazy and probably a little risky even. She wanted to seduce him right then and there. The bed had already been slept in, so it wasn't like they would be getting a new one dirty. Patricia slipped off her top, bra and jeans and laid them to the side of the bed. She then walked over to the double closet doors, and was going to hide inside of it and step out and surprise him when she heard a noise behind her and turned to see Robbie standing in the doorway with his eyes wide open and his mouth agape. Robbie couldn't believe his eyes. This young lady who he had almost been drooling over as he watched her walk was standing partially naked in front of him. She was standing by the partially opened closet doors in a sideways stance, with her right arm lifted up onto the higher portion of the right door, with her left hand at chest level on the left door. Her back was on a forty five degree angle from him, allowing the underside curve of her right breast to show below the length of her right arm. She was only wearing a pair of black panties, and the edges were pulled in slightly, allowing the outer curve of her ass cheeks to show, especially the left one. Robbie found himself wanting to reach out and grab them instantly, but not knowing how to react, he stood planted at the door, awaiting her next move. Patricia could tell by the look of shock on his face that he was definitely surprised, but then as the shock faded to a smile and then to a look of lust, she knew that her plan was on the right track. She turned and walked toward the bed and climbed up onto the middle of it. She got on her knees and turned so that he would be facing her right side again. The bed had some give in it, so she steadied herself with her left hand and unconsciously brought her right hand up to her mouth, almost as if to bite her fingernails from the nerves that she was trying to keep in check. Robbie followed her movements with his eyes and as she got up onto the bed, he got to see her beautiful body in its fullness and glory. The breasts were as lovely as he had pictured they would be. Her areolas were a little more than a half dollar in size, with the nipples standing at attention from the rush of cool air in the mobile home. The fall temperatures outside made the home cool, but not cold yet as the sun had started to heat it up. She looked very young as she bent over to get on her knees on the bed because of the soft, supple skin supplemented by the firm, taut breasts and ass. Patricia motioned for Robbie to move closer to the bed, and not wanting to break the moment, he gladly obliged. She then reached out for him as he neared the side of the bed and started to undo his belt and then unzip his pants. Then she pulled his pants down his thighs, noticing more hair that flowed evenly down his legs until just before his ankles. Robbie was wearing boxer briefs and reached down to assist her in undressing, but Patricia pushed his hands away. When he started to speak, she brought her right index finger back up to her mouth and motioned for him to be quiet. Patricia then moved her hands back to the waistband of his underwear, and pulled the front of the band towards her until his cock, which was now rigid, was revealed. She lowered the briefs below his balls and down to his knees, and Robbie lifted each leg, one at a time, allowing her to slide the briefs and pants off of his feet. Patricia moved her hands back up his body, letting them take their time to run across the muscles and through the hair until she reached the prize that was standing erect before her. She reached out her right hand and gently cupped his balls and her left hand continued the climb until she could wrap her fingers around the circumcised head of his cock. She then started a rubbing motion with her palm turned upwards across the bottom of his balls, letting her fingers trail the outer lines of his ass cheeks. Then she started an up and down motion with her left hand, letting it slowly side up and down the length of his shaft. The skin of his cock was rather dry, so she leaned forward and started to lick around the circumcision edges, finally enveloping his cock in her mouth and letting her mouth trail the top of her hand as it continued the up and down pumping motion. The juices from her saliva now flowed downward over his cock so that her hand could have a little bit of lubrication as it stroked him. Robbie closed his eyes as the feelings that were coursing through his body were intense in the pleasure that he was receiving. Then he looked down in time to see her lean forward and start to bring her mouth down upon him, and he was worried that he would shoot his load just from the sight of this young girl giving him head, and the feelings that it was bringing. Patricia could feel him starting to grow, and not wanting to waste anything, she released her grip on his manhood and laid down on the bed with her head at the headboard, resting on a couple of throw pillow that were scattered around the edge. Robbie repositioned himself at the end of the bed and climbed up onto the bed on his knees, using his right arm and hand to spread her legs as he drew nearer to her body using his left hand for balance. Patricia knew exactly what he wanted, and gladly she spread her legs, lifting them a little so that her feet were planted on the top of the mattress, allowing him to have an easier access to her pussy, which now ached to be touched. Robbie reached out with his right hand and he brought himself up closer to Patricia, still remaining between her legs and on his knees. He then took both hands and started to let his fingers on both hands trail up and down Patricia's thighs, each hand stroking the thigh nearest it. He could feel the muscles in her legs and thighs tense at first, almost as if reacting to a tickling sensation, but they soon relaxed and he resumed the motions that his fingers had started. He would bring his fingers inside of her thighs, just to the point of the outer edges of her vaginal lips, and then let them retreat back outward towards her feet. After a couple times of doing that, he could see the moisture starting to glisten on her shaved pussy, and she had started to slowly let her hips undulate in an effort to find the release that had been pent up inside of her for so long. Robbie then leaned down and let his mouth kiss her vaginal lips, running his tongue over the edges of them both and then letting it dive down deep into the folds that were oozing a delicious aroma to his nostrils. He could tell that she had not been extremely sexually active as the opening to her pussy seemed fairly tight, and he had to let the outer edges of his tongue fold in toward the middle as he lapped up the juices from his saliva and her pussy that were starting to flow out of her pussy, and down across the crack of her ass cheeks. Each time Robbie let his tongue sink in further until he was close enough to have formed a tight suction on her pussy with his lips. Patricia's clitoris had become hard because of all of the attention that he vagina was getting and she found herself reaching down with her left hand and starting a circular rubbing motion over the top of her clit. She would periodically bring her finger to her mouth and wet it so that she would not rub herself raw from the friction. Patricia's hips were starting to move and lift up in an effort to have Robbie's tongue buried deep inside of her, and Robbie decided that he wanted to have something else buried instead. Robbie lifted his head and reached his arms over her legs, pulling himself up her body until his face was even with hers. He could feel her reach down to grab his cock and he brought himself up a little bit more until she was able to grasp it in her hands, and guide it towards her waiting pussy. As he felt the head brush against her vagina, he plunged his cock inside of her pussy in one swift stroke. Patricia gasped from the feeling of her pussy being filled with his manhood, as it seemed that he had plunged himself down to her very depths, almost to her untouched womb. Robbie let his cock remain buried inside of her until he could feel her start to relax, then he started a motion that allowed him to bring his cock out to the folds of her vagina, then he would plunge it back in again as deeply as possible. Each time Patricia would take a gasp of air from the sensation, but it felt too good to make him want to stop. She continued to lift her hips as she pounded her pussy with his swelling manhood. She felt her vaginal muscles start to contract and she knew that she was close, and figured that he had to be also. As Robbie felt her muscles clamp down on his cock, the sensation made his balls shudder and thrust his sperm into her waiting pussy. Hearing him exclaim as he had his orgasm, Patricia felt herself being pushed over the edge and she too screamed inaudibly as she climaxed in wave after wave of pulsing through her pussy, causing her hips to buck wildly as she wanted to feel all of him buried inside of her as her muscles contracted around his hardened cock time and time again. The Bed and Breakfast Finally the feelings wound down for them both, and Robbie rolled over beside Patricia, breathing heavily, while she lay there panting quickly, trying to get her breath and shuddering occasionally from the aftershocks that came in waves. Patricia felt satisfied completely from the sexual act, but found that her pussy was still aching to have him inside of her once again. She rolled over onto her stomach next to Robbie, and he once again admired the ass that was upturned towards the ceiling now. Her back curved downward, yet there was a nice upslope as her waist turned into her ass, then rounded into a sort of drop off down her cheeks onto her thighs. She smiled the sweetest smile at him, and thought about continuing the escapade, but decided that they had probably pushed their luck at being discovered. Patricia leaned over and kissed Robbie on the left cheek, and then she got up and started to dress herself. Following her lead, Robbie got up from the bed and began to dress himself, neither saying a word, neither one feeling like anything needed to be said. When they were both dressed, Robbie broke the ice. "I guess we should get busy and fill out the paperwork so that you can have this house, now that you have christened the bed," Robbie said as he grabbed his clipboard. "Yes, I guess we should. I definitely like everything that I have found in here, and I hope that I can get to enjoy more of it in the days to come," Patricia replied with a devilish smile. Robbie thought to himself, "Could it be that she had just made another date?" But Patricia reached for the clipboard and they began the paperwork to get her started on living on her own. The Bed & Breakfast The next morning Katie woke up on the back porch, alone. She ran out to the front of the house and swung the door open. Marcus's car was gone. The plantation was deserted. A million emotions were running through her at once. She had had a wonderful time with this man and felt a real connection with him. But she was angry at the same time. He had played her. She stood on the big wrap around porch for minute, letting the summer breeze blow through her hair. When Katie finally went back into the big bed and breakfast, she strolled over to the desk in the foyer and saw an envelope, sealed and unmarked. She opened it and to her astonishment there were about 10 one hundred dollar bills in it and a note. Katie, I know what you must be thinking right now babygirl. I ain't just up and leave you like that for no reason ma, I promise you that. I'm goin back up to Atlanta to get my stuff and I'm comin back down here wit you. I'll be back in a couple days. Keep ya head up ma and put a smile on that beautiful face of yours. I'll see you soon sexy. -Marcus