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Getting to Know Kaylee Ch. 01

By: Art Martin



"I don't understand you, George! You're a brilliant engineer with a great future. As you're well aware, the powers-that-be want me up at Corporate. Hell, last week I recommended you to take over here for me, but..."

"But what, Ed?" I asked my boss trying my best to hide my growing irritation.

"It's none of my business, but damn it, it is my business!"

"Get to the point, Ed."

"Look, I like you, George. I like you a lot..."

"Get it out."

"It's not your professionalism, your management skills or any thing to do with your job performance. Hell, you may be young, but you're absolutely the best we got."

"So what is it? What's your problem, Ed?"

"You know damned well what it is. It's your private life."

"What about my private life? Just what does that have to do with running this division?"

"Look, over the years I've heard a lot of scuttlebutt and salacious rumors about you and your wife...what you and she do for...how should I put it...entertainment?"

The past weekend had been a major pain-in-the-ass, no, make that a disaster, and now, not surprisingly, it was being thrown in my face. One minute I was poised to leap frog over colleges fifteen years senior to me, and now it looked like I was about to be canned. It sure looked as though I had better polish up my resume. 

It's not like I ever tried to hide anything, but I had always thought it best to be at least circumspect, you know, maintain a level of plausible deniability. But now, with my career on the line and with everything very much out in the open, I decided that my best course of action was to be bold. One thing my old man taught me at an early age was that if someone put you into a defensive posture, my best hope for coming out on top was take the initiative away by going on the offense. I had applied that rule to everything I had ever done, and that principal had served me well. It never occurred to me to do otherwise. 

"They aren't rumors," I said flatly watching with satisfaction as my fat slob of a boss nearly choked. Actually, Ed had been a great boss. He really wasn't fat, just a little pudgy with a typical middle-aged gut, but I was pissed. 

"You mean..."

"Look... how should I put this? My wife... my wife's a slut. A first class slut. A cock-sucking slut of the first order. The girl craves dick, lots and lots of dick. You have a problem with that?"

"Well, I, er, uh... Damn it man, that's just what I mean! How can you let her carry on like that? How can you just... pass her around? If Corporate ever found out... For God's sake man, she's your wife!"

"That's right. She's my wife, my slut wife. Since when is my wife's sex life the business of Corporate?"

"Since I recommended you to take over as Division Manager... Look, I've overlooked all this because, frankly, you're the best man I have. But now... I can't recommend you, and I'll have to explain why."

"Why do you have to explain anything? Why do I have to explain anything? It's my private life."

"No, not anymore, George. Your private life is now very much public knowledge. As long as it was just rumors, I could ignore the sordid stories, but... damn it, George! It's plastered all over the front page of the goddamned newspaper! Look at this! 'SEX RING BUSTED FOR WHITE SLAVERY' What a headline! It goes on, 'George Zinter, Project Manager for Tylock Industries was arrested for prostituting his wife, Kaylee, during a sting operation conducted by local vice police.' Good god, man!"

"Ed, the charges were dropped. No one was ever enslaved! I wasn't prostituting my wife. Hell, she does it for free! I just told the guy..."

"An undercover vice cop?"

"Yeah, well, but I didn't know that at the time. Kaylee wanted me to invite some guys over. Word got around the bar that I was organizing a gangbang. He approached me, said he wanted in. I was asking the guys that I was inviting to bring over some chips and dip... Hell, I didn't know the guy, so I told him to bring over a case of Jack Daniels as the price of admittance."

"Oh, God damn...How could you get yourself in this mess?"

"There isn't any mess. The charges were dismissed."

"And Tylock Industries has a PR disaster on its hands. You think that Corporate will just overlook this?"

"Well, if they have a problem, then, well, um, well,I guess...crap! There's gonna be a problem."

"That's an understatement. I ought to fire you right now, but I can't replace you... Damn!..." Ed fidgeted while he tried to think up a way out of the mess I had gotten myself into. "Look, maybe we can work something out."

"What? Would it help if I brought her over to give you a blowjob?"

"Don't get contrite with me! I'm just trying to understand. Understand how you allowed this to happen. Understand it so that I can put a good spin on it."

"That's easy. I love my wife."

"You love your wife? You call whoring her out every weekend..."

"I don't whore her out. She has needs. Needs that I can't satisfy all by myself."

"She's a nymphomaniac?"

"Oh, I guess you could call her that, but it's not like she's some insanely mad fucking machine. She's just a needy slut."

"That still doesn't explain your behavior. Just how in the hell did all this get started?"

"Well, it started before I ever met her."

"You mean she's always been..."

"A slut? Yeah, I suppose she has. Maybe not in grade school, but ..."

"Go on George. I'm listening."

I could tell by the gleam in his eye that he was indeed listening. He was always a randy old bastard, quick with a dirty joke or a sordid tale. Other than the occasional round of golf or drinks at the his club after work, I'd never really socialized with him, except of course when he occasionally invited Kaylee and me to join his wife, Silvia and him for dinner. I had nothing to lose at this point. So with my career on the line, I told him.

"Kaylee was the first person I met when I first moved here. As I recall, it was a Sunday afternoon. Fresh from receiving my Masters Degree in Mechanical Engineering from State U, I was to report to my new job here at Tylock Industries first thing Monday morning. In addition to three new suits, some old clothes and my venerable stereo system, my only other possessions were my shaving kit and my immaculate '66 Mustang GT. 

I walked into the lobby of the Holiday Inn and gazed into the most incredible blue eyes I'd ever seen. She smiled, that warm bright smile that I love so much. I was dumb struck, and just stared at her. Her long silky black hair, partially obscured one eye. Even in her green coat uniform, she was oozing sex appeal. In her cheery voice she said, "Good afternoon, Sir! Welcome to Holiday Inn. May I be of assistance to you?"

"Uh, uh, yeah. I need a room."

"Smoking or non-smoking."

"Non-smoking."

"Two doubles or a king?"

"Uh, king, if you have one."

"Hmmmm. Yes. It's downstairs, facing the pool."

"That'll be fine."

"Do you want to put it on a credit card?"

"Uh, no...the room's to be taken care of by Tylock Industries."

"Certainly." She looked at her computer screen, then back at me with her beguiling smile. "Are you George Zinter?"

"Yes. I guess I should have said that at first."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Zinter. I'm Kaylee and if I can be of any assistance to you in any way, please don't hesitate to ask."

What I didn't know then, but what I know now is that if had said, 'Yeah, Kaylee, how about giving me a blowjob?' she would have probably escorted me to my room and given me one. 

I lingered at the counter, studying the beautiful girl before me. Very petite, she's a knockout. At 5'6" and a hundred pounds soaking wet, her 34C tits and nicely rounded butt really get your attention. She handed me my electronic cardkey and directed me to my room. Inhaling her fragrance, I didn't hear a word she said, just the musical tone of her voice.

"Are you alright, Mr. Zinter?"

With a start I realized that I hadn't understood what she had said. "Uh, yeah, sure..."

"Say, I like your tattoo... Well, enjoy your stay."

Dazed, I wandered back to my car, thankful that she had written the room number on the check-in documents that were somehow in my hand. The room was nice, clean and functional with the requisite air conditioning unit that was so loud that it drowned out the sounds of the 18-wheelers passing by on the highway.

I quickly got settled in. Standing before the wall mirror above the vanity, I flexed my bicep and studied the Greek-key armband I had tattooed during my sophomore year. I remembered what a fit my dad had. But after telling him how my sex life had dramatically changed from getting laid once every other week or so before I got the tattoo, to getting laid, twice a week afterward, he went out and got one too. 

"So you like my tattoo?" I said to myself thinking of the pretty girl at the front desk. "Well, I think I like you too."

It was the middle of the afternoon, around three thirty and I had some time to kill. I stripped down to my birthday suit and flopping down, sprawled out on the cool covers of the king-sized bed. Unaccustomed to the great expanse of the bed, I said to the ceiling, "Man, this is great! I'll have to get me one of these." 

Finding the remote and after a few initial missteps, I got the hang of the LodgeNet selection process. Soon I had a flick entitled, "Nature's Party Girls", a mindless porno piece with numerous naked babes getting fucked in the outdoors. It was just what I needed for a lazy afternoon with nothing better to do than playing with myself.

I had just shot a big wad all over myself when suddenly, without notice, the door opened. Kaylee looked in and then she knocked. "I'm sorry to disturb you Mr. Zinter, but you left your driver's license at the front desk. Please excuse my intrusion." Stepping into my room, her pager rang. "Oh damn," she muttered. Setting the license on the table near the door, she turned and quickly exited. Stunned, I just lay there covered with globs of goo and a wilting cock in my hand.

"Oh geezzzzzz!" I moaned in embarrassment. "She probably thinks I'm a pervert!"

I got up to get some tissues to wipe off the mess, disbelieving what had just transpired. In all the years that I had whacked off at home, in the barn, out in the woods, in the shower, wherever, never had someone discovered me in the act. Now this beautiful babe... "Crap!"

Out of some misguided sense of humility, I slipped back on the sweaty boxers that I had been wearing for the past two days during my cross-country trip to my new job. Unable to undo what had been done, I focused my attention back on Nature's Party Girls. I hadn't missed anything plot wise and was soon marveling at how such a small girl could take two huge dicks at once while perched up in a tree and wondering how much she got paid to do her part. The phone rang.

"Mr. Zinter, this is Kaylee at the front desk," she said in a husky voice. "Please accept my apologies for..."

"That's alright. No apologies needed. I, I was just getting ready to get dressed...I'm sorry that I embarrassed you."

"You didn't embarrass me. I embarrassed you."

"Well I..."

"You're very handsome if I may say so."

"Uh..."

"Hey, this is a well kept secret, so don't telling everyonebut most girls like to see a naked hunk just as much as most guys like to see a naked girl."

"Well, uh..."

"I just need to apologize for intruding on your privacy. Please accept my apologies. I shouldn't have barged in on you." 

"Okay, and thanks for bringing me my driver's license. I didn't know that I had left it."

"You're welcome, handsome. Byyyyyye." Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

As I sat the receiver down I muttered, "Holy shit! Is it my imagination or did she just come on to me? She likes to see a naked hunk? Oh, baby, I think that can be arranged! God knows, I want to see you babe, naked, up close and personal! Very close. Very personal." 

I pondered my options and came up with a plan. Fifteen minutes later, I had showered, shaved, brushed my teeth, put on clean boxers and clean pair of jeans and a wrinkled, but clean shirt and headed for the lobby.

Kaylee was checking in a guest so I looked around at all the tourist-trap brochures until the new guest was checked in and on his merry way. Her back was to me as I approached the counter.

"Ummm, Kaylee, excuse me..."

"Oh, hi Mr. Zinter!" she said with a lilting voice that spoke of innocence.

"George, call me George."

"I'm sorry. That's against hotel policy."

"What?"

She lowered her head slightly. The effect was of her looking up at me. "I can't call you by your first name. Too forward."

"Forward or not, my name's George."

"Okay, how about Mr. George?" she said with grin.

She was toying with me and I suddenly lost confidence. "Uh, uh I was wondering..."

"Yes?"

"I, I was wondering where I might get something good to eat. I've been on the road and I really haven't had a decent meal in days."

"Well, I get off at six and I need to eat too." That was pretty direct. 

"Six? Sure!"

"Sure what?" she said in a low voice.

"I can wait until six. Perhaps you can join me?"

"I'd love to," she replied demurely. 

At that moment another weary traveler arrived at the Inn and she turned her attention to the older gentleman and his lady companion. I headed back to my room to impatiently wait for six o'clock. As soon as I sat on the bed, the room phone rang.

"Mr. George?" said the now familiar soft feminine voice.

"Kaylee?"

"Meet me at Raphael's on Broadway."

"Raphael's. Where's that?"

"Go north to the third light, that'll be Broadway. Turn left. It's about a half mile down on your right."

"Okay. I'll be there at six."

"I may be a little late."

"I'll wait."

"Okay. Byyyyye." Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I found the appointed restaurant and sat where she could easily see me when she walked in. At six fifteen she walked in, still wearing her work outfit. I noted the time and mused that if she considered fifteen minutes late, she wasn't anything like the women that I was used to dating.

Immediately, I put on the charm, telling her all about me and my new job. 

"An engineer? Wow, I bet you're smart."

"Graduated Magnum Cum Laude," I said smugly, glad that I could get that bit of trivia into a conversation without being too much of a boor.

"I'm working on my B.A. over at Polytech," she countered. "I'm working full time and taking as many courses as I can, but still, at this rate it'll take me another three years."

I felt a little badly about all that. I had sailed through undergraduate school. My dad had supported me 100%, and I didn't have the distraction of working while attending school. Then in graduate school, I was on academic scholarship and held a graduate assistantship. I never had to worry about money, ever; I only had to worry about my studies and getting laid regularly. "Must be tough," I said sincerely.

"Well, you gotta do what you gotta do," she said with a smile.

"What are you majoring in?"

"Hotel management."

"Oh, so that's why you're working the front desk?"

"I am an assistant manager," she said with feigned haughtiness.

"Is that what you want to do? Run a motel?"

"No, actually I plan to open an upscale brothel." There was a pregnant pause, then she winked at me and broke into a laugh. She certainly wasn't prudish, nor did she take herself too seriously, both qualities that I liked in people, both male and female.

We flirted for a while and then ordered dinner. She ordered the lobster and bottle of wine. I played it cool even though I was a bit nervous, thinking that such an expensive meal just might not go over very well with my new employer. Oh, well, I'd deal with that later, at the moment I was only concerned with the sexual chemistry brewing between us. 

When she asked, "Would you like to go my place?" I wasted no time asking for the check.

"I'm not finished yet," she chided.

"Oh, sorry," I said sheepishly as she put a small bite of lobster to her sultry lips. In growing agony I watched her slowly consume the crustacean, mouthing each piece seductively as I looked on. She tortured me mercilessly, my hard-on threatening to rip through my too-tight jeans.

I followed her to her apartment, a few blocks away. It was a nice two bedroom that she had tastefully furnished. Immaculately clean, it was nothing like the pigsties that I had been living in. 

Before I could get my bearings, Kaylee was unbuttoning my shirt. "I like a beautiful man," she purred.

Surprised at just how aggressive she was being, I rather lamely replied, "I like you too." Next thing I knew I was shirtless with my jeans and boxers down around my knees. I thought she would grab my stiff organ, but she stepped back and studied my body.

"You are one good looking guy, Mr. George." she said matter of factly. "You work out. Nice dick. Tell me, do you always masturbate alone or do you like some help?"

"You can help me all you want, baby."

Gently taking my cock in her hand and sinking to her knees, she said, "I'll be glad to." I gasped when she laid a kiss to the hot drooling tip of my vein-bulging rod. "You're so nice and big. I love nice and big," she rasped huskily before she inhaled my 8" salami to the root. 

"Oh god damn!" I cursed. Most girls couldn't take that much dick orally all at once, but she had no problem. I felt the breath from her nostrils, tickling my pubes, and then she swallowed. "Oh fuck!" I moaned as her throat contracted around the thick stalk of my hard penis. She pulled off, a little more than halfway. Looking up and meeting me in the eye, she ran the ball of her tongue stud across the sensitive underside of my cock, up to just below the rim of my cock crown. "God damn!" I softly cursed as she took great pleasure in pleasuring me greatly. 

Despite having cum earlier in the afternoon, I didn't last very long as she alternately deep throated me and teased the head of my cock with her studded tongue. I was up against the wall, standing on the balls of my feet, my legs bowed and twitching as if I had some sort of nervous disorder. I felt my cock tingling and I fought as best as I could to hold off as long as possible, but she was in complete control. With a grunt, I ejaculated forcefully. As soon as my cock swelled in response to the powerful contraction of my prostate, she pulled my cock from her throat until just the head was between her lips catching my full load in her mouth to savor. Most of girls that I had been with in college were somewhat put off if I came in their mouth. Of those that weren't put off, only half said that they really liked it. The way Kaylee kept sucking me until I was completely limp, left no doubt in my mind that she didn't mind a mouthful of spunk, indeed, she appeared to really like it. 

Letting my flaccid noodle slip from between her wonderful lips, she popped up and gave me a spermy kiss on the lips.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred. "You taste delicious, Mr. George."

I tried to take her in my arms, but with a cat-like movement, she twisted away from me with a soft laugh. With her eyes sparkling with amusement, she stood a few feet from me, looking me over.

"Why don't you take your pants off and stay awhile. Maybe we can have some fun."

Maybe have some fun? Fuckin'aye! I kicked away at the jeans and drawers that tangled around my ankles. Much to her entertainment, I wound up ungracefully on the floor on my ass.

"Here let me help you," she laughed as she grabbed the legs of my jeans and pulled them off, leaving me clad only in my sandals. For some reason I felt silly just wearing sandals. 

"That's better. I like my men naked and available."

"I like my women naked too," I said while I unbuckled the first sandal.

"Is that so? Just what kind of a girl do you think I am? I hardly know you." 


Getting to Know Kaylee Ch. 01



"You know me well enough," I said discarding the other shoe. 

"Not really. I know I like what I see and I like how you taste."

"Then you'll love the cock massage I'm gonna give your cunt."

With a stern look she chided, "You mind your manners Mr. George, or you can just go home right now!" I couldn't tell if she was serious or not. "Now, why don't you just relax. Would you like a glass of wine?"

"I want more than that."

"Then stay awhile." With that she turned and headed to the kitchen. 

I was a bit confused, but not being a dummy, I decided to stick around and see what might happen. 

Returning with two glasses of white wine, she sat on the sofa and beckoned me to join her. I felt kind of odd, sitting there, sipping wine in the nude with a pretty girl who was still fully dressed, but I bucked up to the challenge. 

"You've got quite a nice body," she said, "and I love your tattoo. You're a very sexy man, you know."

Not really sure how to respond I merely replied, "Thanks." 

"Such a delicious hunk! You must work out every day," she said as she tested the hardness of my upper arm.

"Yeah. I like to keep fit. I've only got one body and it's got to last me a lifetime."

"How much can you lift?"

"Depends. I can bench press two eighty."

"You're kidding?"

"No, I'm not, well two eighty is a little exaggerated, but I routinely max out with two seventy five."

"Close enough, Tarzan." She took a sip of wine and added, "I've got a tattoo too. Want to see it?"

I hadn't noticed any tattoos and I was intrigued. "Sure, baby."

To my disappointment, she kicked off her shoe and raised her left leg up, proudly showing me a porpoise tattoo on the inside of her left ankle.

"I read somewhere that a porpoise tattoo is a phallus, that it signifies that the girl likes cock."

"Who told you that?" she laughed. 

"Does it?"

"Well, to be honest, this girl loves a nice cock."

"Oh?"

She bent forward and kissed my dick. Looking up from my lap she replied, "Yeah. I love nice dicks. Know what?"

"What?"

"You have a very, very nice dick."

"Really?"

With a nod she replied, "Unh-huh," then she began licking and kissing me about the groin area. With very little effort, she had me back at half-mast. Sitting back upright she commented, "You sure recover quickly. I like that in a man. Shows that he's virile and would make a good breeder." She took another sip of wine and leaned back. "I have another tattoo."

"You do? Where?"

"On my back. Would you like to see it?"

"Damned right I want to see it!"

Slowly and very seductively she began unbuttoning her blouse. She had two buttons undone when she asked, "Can you help me?"

"No problem, baby. No problem at all." 

With practiced fingers I unbuttoned the remaining four buttons, revealing a nice white lace bra. I pushed the white blouse over her shoulders and she pulled her arms free, dropping the blouse onto the floor. She stood and turned her back to me, revealing to me the butterfly tattoo at the small of her back.

"Well, do you like it?"

"Damned right I like it."

"What do you think it means?"

"That you like to screw?"

"Is that all you think about? Are you always this vulgar Mr. George?" 

"With a woman I'm about to screw, yes."

"Who said anything about screwing? Now you mind your manners."

"Please forgive me if I got the wrong impression."

"Well, I just expect to be treated nicely, now and later. If I figure that you won't treat me like a lady afterwards, then there won't be an afterwards."

"Yes, ma'am! Anything for a lady," I said playing her game.

"Then help me with the clasp to this bra!"

"Yes ma'am!" I reached up and unhooked her bra. Moments later, the bra had joined her blouse on the floor.

She glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes were smiling as she held me with those incredible blue eyes. Then she turned with a pouting expression, revealing her firm tits, proudly standing from her chest with out a hint of sag, they where perfect on her small frame. But what took my breath away and caused me to become fully erect, was the sight of her gold nipple rings that contrasted sharply with the deep color of her dark brown areolas. 

"Do you like them?" she said with an impish grin as she fondled herself.

"Holy fuck! You're so beautiful!"

"Oh, you're just saying that. You're just like most other guys with a big tit fetish."

"No, not at all. Yeah, I like big tits, but I love your tits!"

"Oh, you're lying."

Jiggling my hard pecker I countered, "I'm not lying. See for yourself."

"Gee, did I do that?" she cooed innocently. "I guess maybe, you're telling the truth." She turned away from me again. Looking over her shoulder she said, "Help me with my skirt."

"My pleasure," I responded as I unzipped and unhooked her. 

The dark green skirt fell to the floor. I nearly fell over as she was sans panties. Her perfectly rounded ass was a mere few inches from my face. Leaning forward, I laid kisses all over her gorgeous golden buttocks. The scent of her aroused sex drifted into my nose and it nearly drove me crazy as I nibbled, kissed and sucked on her firm flesh, wallowing my face in the cleft of her ass. She wasn't randy down there at all and when she reached back and opened herself up to me, I dove in, lustfully licking at her brown star as she ground her ass into my face.

I had never eaten out a girl's ass before, but then again, I don't think I'd ever been so turned on like that before. I sobered and slathered all over the puckered star of her beautiful anus, tonguing into her, rimming out her asshole with my tongue. She tasted as good as she smelled, and her butt smelled wonderful.

After some five or ten minutes of me orally pleasuring her ass, she twisted away from me. "Oooooo, you're a nasty one," she cooed. 

Pushing me back against the backrest of the sofa and straddling me she added, "I love a man who can be nasty." 

I thought she was going to fuck me, but instead she thrust her ringed nipples into my face. I can take hint. Licking and kissing her tits and tugging on her nipple rings with my lips, I tried desperately to maneuver my cock into her, but to no avail. Giving up the subtle approach, I reached down to direct my hard cock to her honey hole.

"Noooo!" she protested pulling away from me. I was ready just to knock her to the floor and fuck her, but she took my hand and said, "C'mon, my bed is much more comfortable." With my dick at the ready, she led me to her old brass bed.

She had me lie down on my back. Then she crawled on top, straddling me, resting her groin on the flat of my erection. 

"Fuck me, baby," I hissed. 

She stroked her pussy and put her wet fingers to my lips. Licking my lips, I tasted the sweet nectar of her pussy for the first time. She stroked herself again and put her fingers into my mouth for me to suck clean. She turned around and lowered her dripping pussy to my lips. Like a starving dog, I licked and wallowed in her juicy sex.

Once again, I felt my cock being surrounded by the warm moistness of her mouth, but only for a moment as she then nibbled and kissed up and down my stalk and kissed and nibbled me all over my ball sack.

I sucked at her wet pussy, lapped at her slit and drove my tongue deep into her vagina. Swirling my tongue around the hard little nubbin of her clitoris, I drove my middle finger into the depths of her sopping cunt. Hooking the tip around her pubic bone, I slowly pulled out and across the little fleshy bump of her sweet spot. Again and again, I pulled the pad of my finger across her G. 

She had me deep in her throat again and as her orgasm built to the breaking point, she moaned unintelligibly. The vibrations on my dick felt unbelievably good. She was breathing rapidly through her nose, her breath blowing across my balls. Suddenly she tensed, the breathing stopped and the vibrations stopped as her body trembled with release, her thighs tightly clamped around my head.

I expected her to pull away until she recovered, but she ground her cunt into my face instead. I damned near suffocated before I could pry my head out her pussy long enough to take a quick breath. It was obvious that she wanted more and I didn't disappoint. 

To give my tongue a rest, I extracted my face just enough to substitute my thumb for my weary tongue. Flicking across her clit with my thumb, I continued to rub and torment her G-spot, but with two fingers instead of the one. She came and came and came in one long continuous orgasm that lasted as long as I stimulated her. 

Finally she had enough. Pulling my dick from her mouth, she shouted, "Enough! Enough!" as she tried unsuccessfully to twist away from me. I responded by grabbing her cunt with the two fingers in her vagina and my thumb on her clit and then bodily shaking her. 

She cried out, "Aaaaiiiieeee! Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhh noooooooooo! Pleeeaaaseeee! Enough! Enough!" With a lurch, she pulled away from me, collapsing on the bed exhausted, soaking wet with perspiration. 

It would have been so easy, just to spread her legs and mount her for a fucking, but I decided to wait until she could enjoy it more. Meanwhile, I helped myself to her wonderful tits. 

After giving her a few minutes of rest and recovery, I climbed on top only to be greeted with her clamping her legs shut. "Noooo," she pleaded. "Please don't."

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed. "Why not?"

"I, I, I don't really know you. I don't know anything about you."

"What in the fuck's there to know?"

"Do you have a condom?"

"Oh...yeah...let me get one."

I hopped out of bed to find my wallet and the condom I always carried for emergencies just like this. I found the wallet in the back pocket of my balled up jeans, but the condom wasn't there. 

"Damn!" I cursed as I searched again, and then again, but to no avail. 

"You stupid bastard!" I cursed remembering that I had used it the night I left home on my pig of a neighbor, Martha. 

Blocking out the images of Martha's generous folds, I visualized the two condoms uselessly sitting idle in my shaving kit back at the motel. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" I shouted in frustration.

Having heard the commotion, Kaylee had gotten up and was standing in the doorway to her bedroom. "What's the matter, George?"

"I don't have any fucking rubbers!" I turned and looked back at the petite girl that I wanted so desperately to fuck. "Say, you wouldn't by any chance have any, would you?"

"No, I don't think so, but I'll look." She turned and went to check her bed stand. Holding up and turning over a large empty box she shrugged. "No, I'm sorry George, I don't seem to have any."

"Well, isn't this fucking great!" I said in disgust.

"No need to curse. Well, we don't need one anyway."

"You want to chance it?"

"No! I just mean we don't have to screw. I could, you know, I could do you orally again."

Considering the alternatives, I readily agreed to another blowjob. It took her awhile, but she eventually got my rocks off again. Kissing up my torso after feasting on my spunk, she kissed me and told me how much she enjoyed sucking my dick and asked if I would mind if she sucked on me again sometime during the night.

"Help yourself, baby. I won't mind at all."

Next thing I remember, it was daybreak. Her head was resting in my lap and my semi-hard dick was wet with her saliva. I maneuvered her head just so and pushed my dick back into her mouth. She roused slightly and began sucking on me again. Soon her head was bobbing up and down like a pump jack. I put my hands behind my head, laid back and enjoyed it. She got me off fairly quickly, my balls having fully recharged during the wee-hours.

As soon as I finished sperming her mouth, I got out of bed, found my clothes and got dressed. Returning to the bedroom, I kissed her tits and then kissed her on the lips. "I had a great time last night," I said as I pecked across her face.

"Me too."

"Sorry about the condom. Next time I'll be sure and have them with me."

"Who said there would be a next time?"

"Uh, well, uh..."

She laughed and kissed me saying, "Maybe I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah, tonight sounds fine to me."

"I gotta work tonight, George. On Monday through Thursday, I work from one till ten. But come by and see me."

"Oh... okay...sure." 

As I walked to my car, I cursed myself again for not being prepared last night, but all in all, it was an incredibly fun night. 



Getting to Know Kaylee Ch. 02



"You mean to tell me, she went down on you that quick? She sucked your cock all night?" queried Ed as he adjusted himself in his chair.

"Yeah. All night. Like I said, she loves sucking cock. It really turns her on to have some guy's cock in her mouth. He doesn't even have to be hard; she enjoys a soft dick almost as much as a hard one. She likes a challenge, if you know what mean."

"Hmm, I see. Okay, then what?"

"Back in my motel room, I quickly shit, showered, and shaved. Everything was going smoothly until it came to tying the tie. Try as I might, it just wouldn't come out right. Finally, with a misshaped knot, I almost had the tail shorter than the front. "Fuck it," I cursed. "This will have to do." 

The reception area for the Southwest Divisional office of Tylock Industries is very impressive. With high ceilings and marbled walls, the large room is graced with sculptures and Persian rugs. Walking up to the front desk, I was greeted by an absolutely stunning looking woman. The scent of her expensive perfume filled my nostrils and had its intended effect. Prying my eyes from her generous display of cleavage I stammered, "I'm George Zinter. I'm here to see Mr. Ed Bailey."

"Nice to meet you George! I'm Demona!" she said flashing a mouth full of brilliantly white and perfect teeth. Her coiffure was equally perfect, a flowing full main of curly blonde hair. Her green eyes sparkled, set off by her perfectly applied makeup. "We've been expecting you. May I get you a cup of coffee?"

"Uh, sure," I said. The coffee at the Holiday Inn had left a lot to desired and being a coffee junkie, I needed a fix.

"What do you like in it?"

"Just black." 

"Okay, I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable."

She stood and I got a good look at her curvaceous body. She was dressed to kill, in a slinky, low cut dress with a slit up her right thigh. With the grace of a cat, she walked away in her high-heels, with a walk like that of a model on a runway. Her ass cheeks literally quaked with each step. She was obviously a high maintenance sort of girl. I couldn't help but utter a low whistle in appreciation. 

I found a seat on one of the sofas and soon she was back, walking towards me. This time her tits quaked with each step, but she didn't spill a drop of coffee. As she leaned over to hand me the coffee, I got an eyeful down her dress and a good view of her unrestrained big tits. She lingered for a moment, obviously enjoying the effect she having on me, before returning behind the twenty-foot wide reception desk.

She picked up the phone, looked towards me and said, "Mr. Bailey will see you now."

I stood as she walked back around the expansive desk. I followed her to the door, where she turned. A frown spread across her face. "That won't do. That won't do at all," she said as she tried to straighten my tie. In a moment, all my hard work that morning was undone. "Here let me help you," she purred. 

Demona moved behind me. Reaching around my chest, she began retying my tie, flashing a rock on her finger that was so big that it had to be a fake. All the while I could smell her perfume and felt her massive bosoms pressing into my back. Her tits were hard, unnaturally hard, and I guessed that she had had a silicon job. All too soon, she had accomplished her task. "There, that's better," she said with satisfied smile. 

I met with Ed. Middle-aged, he was gregarious and a bit of bad boy, commenting on the good-looking eye candy that was Tylock's silicon-enhanced receptionist. I had to agree, she was indeed a delight to behold. After a pleasant chat, he sent me off to HR, where I was assigned my office, filled out reams of papers, given a handful of corporate credit cards and told that with my position, that I was entitled to a company car. 

I had a car, my '66 Mustang GT. It was a great car, a car that turned heads, a screaming machine when I pushed it, and a car that opened a lot of legs for me. I was told that I could go to the Chevrolet dealer or Ford dealer and pick out a full sized four-door sedan. I could have it equipped as I liked, but within certain guidelines. 

The frown on my face must have been apparent as the HR dude offered, "We had an upper manager leave us a few weeks ago. He was driving a BMW. It's got some miles on it, but... as I see it, the trade-in value is less than cost of a new Crown Victoria. Financially, it's a wash. I'll have to check with Mr. Bailey and if he says okay, you can have it if you want it." 

A BMW? Do I look like an idiot? "Sure, that would be just fine!"

After my first encounter with the wonderful folks in HR, I was escorted to my office. I was introduced to Sandy, my red-headed pool secretary and she showed me where to find pencils and other essentials. 

I spent the rest of the morning meeting my coworkers and getting my pencils sharpened. At lunch, I was invited to join Ed Bailey and my Project Manager, Jim Sales. Much to my delight, Demona the receptionist was invited along too. It think I might have mentioned it, but she is a good looking cunt! Walking into the club, all eyes were on her, a fact that Ed obviously relished. 

At lunch Ed told me that if I wanted it, the BMW was mine. Then he asked Jim Sales to brief me on the project I was to be assigned to while Ed bantered and flirted with Demona. On the return trip to the office, Ed told me that after Jim was finished briefing me back at the office, to take the afternoon off and look around for a place to live.

My first day at work was great. My biggest dilemma was which car to drive home, my vintage Mustang or the BMW. After locating the dark green BMW in the parking garage, I switched cars, parking the red Mustang in the garage and heading out in the BMW. I must admit, BMW makes a fine driving machine. It didn't take me long to appreciate the outstanding qualities of German engineering at it's best. The Beemer was a thoroughbred stallion, quick and responsive. 

I quickly realized that my beloved Mustang was by comparison, a dinosaur. Not the big lumbering kind, but like a Velociraptor. It was still a dinosaur, but a fast, mean, muscle bound SOB of a dinosaur that I would never part with. 

When I got back to the motel, I dropped by the front desk to see Kaylee. She was talking to the manager and seeing me she greeted formally, "Good afternoon Mr. Vinter!"

"Hi. Come outside and see what I got."

Kaylee followed me out into the parking lot where I proudly showed off my nearly new 530i. 

"Oh wow!" she exclaimed. "They gave you that?"

"Yeah! Cool, huh?"

"Well Mr. Vinter, I can see that you weren't full of it last night. You are indeed an important man. By the way, I love the suit, you look great!"

"Thanks."

I followed her back into the lobby where she reported to the manager that there was indeed trash in the parking lot. 

Gruffly he said, "Take care of it, " and then disappeared into the office behind the check-in desk.

I hung around for a minute before Kaylee chastised me. "You can't stay here in the lobby."

"Why not?"

"Okay, you can stay, but I can't talk to you."

"Why not?"

"I've got a job, silly! I can't hang around fraternizing with the guests; it's not very professional. So go take a swim, watch a movie or whatever."

"What time do you get off?"

"Ten."

"Ten?"

"I told you that. Monday through Thursday I work until ten."

"Damn, I was hoping..."

"Shhhh! Look, things usually get a little slow around here after eight. We can talk then. Go do something until eight and then come around. I'll be alone until Pete, the night manager, arrives. "

"Okay, sure babe."

"Don't call me babe, not here...it's not very professional."

I went back to my room, changed clothes and then headed out apartment hunting until about six and then had a solo dinner. It was a just a little after seven when I returned. Kaylee and another girl where busy checking in guests, so I went for a quick swim. When eight o'clock arrived, I was at the front desk. The other girl told Kaylee, "Goodnight, see you tomorrow."

"Good luck on your exam tomorrow, Janet," replied Kaylee.

"Thanks."

Once Janet had departed, the lobby was empty. Kaylee went to the door of the manger's office and nodded for me to join her. Once inside, she flipped a switch on the wall, but nothing appeared to happen. She turned and standing on her toes she kissed me.

"Mmmm, I've been thinking of you all day," she crooned softly as her hands went to my belt buckle. Within seconds she had my pants down around my knees, and she was gently stroking me to an erection. "I just love your dick," she hissed lewdly. Kaylee sank to her knees and began licking on my cock and licking my balls.

"You're not much into foreplay," I said as she slobbered all over my stiff cock.

Looking up at me with a grin, she relied, "You don't mind do you?"

"Nooooo, I don't mind," I replied.

About that time, a chime went off. DING! Kaylee stood up and said, "I'll be right back," and then she disappeared into the lobby. 

Five minutes later, she returned. I was still standing there with my pants around my knees, playing with myself to keep it hard.

"Customer," she announced. "Now where were we?"

"Uh, you were licking my dick."

"Oh yeah," she said with a grin. In the next moment she returned her lips to my needy organ, giving me big open-mouthed kisses up and down my throbbing rod.

"Oh, baby!" I groaned as she ran the ball of her tongue stud along my bulging cock tube. She nibbled up and down and all around my pulsating cock, teasing me mercilessly.

DING!

Kaylee stood, winked and said, "I'll be right back."

She was only gone a minute. "Guest needed change for the coke machine," she explained. She stood by the door for a moment, looking at me with a grin. "Say, you know, I like it just the way you are, but why don't take off your pants and stay awhile."

Sounded like a good idea to me, so I shucked my sandals and pants and boxers. Grasping my shirttail, she tugged upward and pulled my t-shirt over my head. 

"Hmmm. That's better she said. I like my men completely naked. Naked and available."

"I like you naked too," I said.

"Love to, but I gotta work." 

DING!

"See? I'll be right back. Don't go away."

I wasn't going anywhere. A few minutes later, she returned.

"Sorry."

"That's okay."

"Where were we?"

"You were about to suck my cock."

"Oh, yeah...good idea!"

This time she took me to the root and I groaned in gratitude as her throat constricted around the tube of my man-meat. Pumping her face, my dick slid up and down in her throat as she face fucked herself on me. I was in heaven, lost in the sensations emanating from my happy peter. After a few minutes, I felt the familiar boiling in my balls.

DING! She pulled off and disappeared, leaving me on the edge.

Two or three minutes later, she was back. 

Working on just the head of my dick with her mouth and studded tongue, she looked and said, "I love your big dick." I expected her to deep throat me again, but she just polished my knob. Very quickly I was back on the edge, but before I was pushed too far, she nibbled her way down to my balls. Gently she took each of my testicles into her mouth, rolling them around with her tongue. Then she worked back up the rigid stalk of my throbbing organ, taking in just the first few inches and massaging the working end of my tool with her studded tongue. At this rate, I wasn't going to last very long, but...DING!

"Oh fuck!" I cursed as my tool tingled on the very brink. I watched the door, waiting for her to return. After a few long minutes, she was back. "Sorry." Then she kissed me all over, nibbling at my nipples, nibbling down my leg.

"Turn around, lean against the wall," she told me. I didn't argue. Nibbling across my buttocks, she said, "Did you shower recently?"

"Yeah, right after I took a swim."

"Good," she said as her fingers opened the cheeks of my buttocks.

"Oh god damn!" I cursed as felt her wet tongue raking over my sensitive rear orifice. "Oh, fuck yeah, baby! That feels good!" 

I'd never had a girl lick my asshole before and it felt as good as it was dirty. She worked my butt hole over until the damned chimes rang again. DING! She left me breathless, leaning against the wall with my throbbing dick drooling a river of precum onto the floor.

This time, she was gone a good long while. I regained my senses and weak-kneed, I sat in the manager's chair. By the time she got back, I had wilted somewhat.

"Sorry."

"I thought you said you weren't busy after eight."

"Usually I'm not, but tonight it's just been kinda crazy. Oh, look at you! You're all limp. Poor baby! Here, let me help you."

Once again she sucked my entire cock into her mouth, quickly reviving my flagging erection. Once again she sucked and toyed with me until I was ready to explode. Once again the damned chime rang, "DING", leaving me once again on the very edge.

This went on until nearly nine thirty and when I was finally allowed to cum, the orgasm was so intense that my vision grayed and I saw stars. 

"Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" I shouted deliriously as my sperm exploded into her voracious mouth. "Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck baby, fuck!"

That had to have been the best orgasm of my life. I was wasted, quite unable to move, as I gasped for oxygen.

"Mmmmmm, you taste so good," she said huskily, licking my cum from her lips. "I just love your dick," she giggled. "It's soooo much fun!"

I could only respond with a weak, "Oh god damn."

Suddenly her demeanor changed. "C'mon George. You gotta get dressed and get out of here! Pete will be here in few minutes. C'mon, big boy, get up and get dressed! Hurry!"

I struggled to my feet and somehow managed to put my clothes back on.

"C'mon, get out of here!" she urged. "Look, I'll be off in a little while. Meet me at my place, say around ten fifteen. By all means will you be sure and bring some rubbers?"

"Yeah, sure, your place, bring some rubbers, ten fifteen. What time is it?"

"Almost a quarter 'til ten. Now get out of here!"

I was almost out of the lobby when a tall black man came in. "Evening, Kaylee!" he greeted.

"Evening, Pete," she replied. When I got back to my room, I collapsed on my bed. "Holy Toledo!" I exclaimed to the ceiling. "What a girl!" 

I dozed off but right at ten o'clock, the room phone rang. No one was on the line and it took me a minute to realize that Kaylee must have programmed me a wakeup call.

"Damn!" I muttered, not at all sure that I could get it up again. Nonetheless, I rose, rooted around my shaving kit and retrieved my two rubbers. A little after ten fifteen, I was waiting by her apartment door. I waited and waited. It got to be ten forty. Annoyed, I decided, "Fuck it!" 

Just as I got to my BMW, she pulled in. "Sorry," she said, "something came up and I had to take care of it before I left."

"Yeah, well, that's okay. I..."

"Then c'mon! The night's young and I'm so horny!"

In less than two minutes we were in her apartment, sipping a glass of white wine that she had poured from a box in her refrigerator. "You bring some rubbers?"

I pulled the two packets from my pockets and with a grin, displayed them to her.

"Good. C'mon, I need a shower."

A minute later and I was soaping up her tits and playing with her nipple rings. I washed her pussy real good and then washed her ass, probing into her gently. She soaped me up as well, taking similar liberties as she washed my bunghole.

"Uhh," I grunted as she probed into my ass. "Oh, baby," I gasped. "Uhhh! God damn," I cursed as she began finger fucking me.

She turned me to face her, and once again she sank to her knees. Taking my stiff cock into her mouth, she ran a soaped up finger deep into my butt again, finding that magical spot I only knew about from rumors.

"Oh yeah baby, that feels so fucking gooood! Suck me you cock-sucking slut, suck my fucking dick, bitch! That's it, slut. Oh god damn, that's goooood! Fuck! Fuck! God this feels so fucking good... I'm gonna cum. Oh my fucking god..."

It was amazing just how quickly she managed to get my rocks off again. Standing in the cascading water of the shower, my knees shaking and about to give out, I was like a cow, and she was skillfully milking me. My palpated prostate spasmodically contracted again and again until there was nothing left to give. 

My poor depleted peter shriveled in her mouth. Rising from her knees, she pulled her finger from my ass. She gave me a spermy kiss and turned the water off. I was in a daze as she led me from the shower where I let her pat me dry. By now my balls had started aching. 

Still damp, she lead me to her bed saying, "Okay, baby, it's my turn."

"I don't think I can get it up," I protested meekly.

"Poor baby! Here lie down and let mommy take care of you."

Like an obedient child, I lay on her bed, wondering what she was going to do to me next. As she lowered her pussy to my face, I found out. She was incredibly wet, her pussy lips lewdly spreading across my face as she ground into me. Kaylee took care not to suffocate me, allowing me a breath of fresh air every thirty or forty seconds. Greedily I sucked and slathered her slippery cunt, drinking up her copious juices. I gave her as good as I had gotten and when she did cum, I had to pry her off my face to take a breath.

As her orgasm subsided, she rolled off onto the bed, sprawled out like an exhausted whore. The smell of pussy, aroused pussy, is something that always gets me up. As depleted as my nuts were, I was hard as a horny goat. 

I grabbed a condom and tore the packet open with my teeth. That was a mistake as I stupidly managed to damage the damned thing and it ripped as I rolled it over my thick rod. I discarded the ruined rubber and carefully extracted the second one. Moments later, I was sitting upright, between her splayed legs, raking the tip of my latex shrouded dong along the heavenly way of her gaping slit. 

Wrapping her legs around me, her heels digging into my back, she tried to pull me into her. "Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck my cunt. Make me your slut! C'mon, fuck me baby, fuck me," she spat.

"You're already a slut," I hissed back as I tortured her like she had tortured me earlier.

"Then do me, damn you, do meeee!"

"When I'm ready."

"Pleaseeee."

"That's it slut, beg for it."

"Oh yesss, pleaseeee. Please fuck me you fuckin' bastard."

With one hand I continued raking my cock along her pussy slit, mashing her clit with my cock head. I reached down and grabbed a nipple ring and pulled. "Is this what these are for?"

"Ahhhh," she cried plaintively. 

I twisted the ring. 

"Ahhhh," she cried again.

"Answer me!"

"Ahhhh!"

"Is this what these are for?"

She didn't answer. She couldn't answer, but her body did and she began to convulse in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

I positioned my cock head in the maw of her cunt and pushed in slightly, just enough to spread her pussy lips around the head of my cock and just enough to prevent me from slipping out as she twisted and groveled beneath me. This freed my hand to pull and twist the ring that pierced her other tit.

Her pretty face twisted into a grimace and she panted, " Ah, ah, yes, ah, yes, yes, ah," as I nearly ripped the rings from her nipples. Her pussy pulsated rapidly around the head of my dick and she writhed beneath me. To keep my dick in her cunt, I had to gyrate around with her. As I did, my dick penetrated a little deeper and deeper. The way her pussy was squeezing my dick, if it had teeth, it would bitten the head off. 

Fearing that I might injure her, I let go of her nipple rings. Almost immediately her tormented nipples engorged with blood until they were as thick as my thumb. I began stroking into her, with measured shallow thrusts at a depth calculated to rub my cock head across her G-spot. Sure enough, she tensed up again with a squeal. Her face turned red as she shook and I became concerned momentarily that she might blow a gasket. ----'Gee officer, I was fucking this girl and... she just died.'---




Getting to Know Kaylee Ch. 02



With a whoosh, she exhaled and then began panting. Relieved that she wasn't going to stroke-out on me, and assured that her G-spot was properly primed, I began fucking her in earnest.

"Yes, baby, yes," she moaned. "Your big cock feels so good in my little pussy. Fuck me baby, fuck me!" 

I obliged her.

After fucking her hard for some fifteen, twenty minutes and having her cum at least four times during that time, she was like a rag doll. Limp with exhaustion, I moved her about at will, into different positions and relentlessly fucked and fucked her. After what she had done to me, there was no way that I was cumming anytime soon and it wasn't until I was thoroughly exhausted from my exertions some forty minutes later that I stopped fucking her. 

She didn't move, and only by the heaving of her breasts was I sure that she was indeed still alive. I glanced over at the alarm clock. It was almost 1:30 AM. With my last once of strength, I set the alarm for seven, then passed out. 

Next thing I knew, the alarm was going off. It was 7 AM. "Damn," I muttered as I rolled out of bed. She didn't stir. I wandered into the bath to take a leak. As I was pissing, I realized that condom was still on me, shredded, but still there.

"Oh, fuck," I said under my breath as I peeled the tattered remains from my sore dick. "A lot of good that did."

I took a quick shower, and then found my clothes. Without saying goodbye, I headed back to my motel room to dress for work.



Getting to Know Kaylee Ch. 03



"Damn, I haven't had sex like that since I first married Silva. In fact, I've never had sex like that!" exclaimed Ed. "Who else was she fucking?"

"I didn't know it at the time, but she was screwing the motel manager, Pete the black night clerk, plus any other cock she get a hold of."

"What a slut!"

"Yes, she's a slut. But you know, as we got to know each other, I discovered that she was also warm, kind and very sensitive to the needs of other people. She loves cats and dogs, that why we have three cats and two junkyard dogs. She has this way about her, like she sends out vibes that makes me want to..."

"Want? Want to what?"

"It's like we were born for each other. I can't quite explain it, but with just a look, she sets me off sexually."

"I see... Actually, I don't see."

"Well Ed, it was like when I saw her later that afternoon. She flashed me that wicked smile of hers and I got positively hard six feet away from her."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Vinter," she greeted with a sultry gleam in her eye. "Did you get a good night's rest?"

"Uh, yes and no." I glanced around the lobby and seeing no one else I said in low voice, "That was fantastic last night."

"Well, I'm so glad you are enjoying your stay.'

"Damned right I'm enjoying it. I'm so hard right now that I could..."

"Shhhh! Not here! Not now! You wanna get me fired?"

"Uh, no, sorry, I..."

"Look, maybe later, after eight."

"You've got yourself a date, babe."

"I might be busy."

"All night?"

"No, around eight."

"How come?"

She smiled and said, "Okay, come to the front desk at eight, and I'll see what I can do for you."

"You do a lot for me baby."

"Please, not now," she said in a whisper. About then the door to the manager's office open and the manger stepped out. 

"Miss Broussard, when Janet gets in this afternoon, page me."

"Yes, Mr. Lopez," Kaylee answered.

Lopez, a short balding fellow, smiled at me and asked me how I was enjoying my stay and whether there was anything the staff could do to make my stay more pleasant. I assured him that my stay had been most pleasant, and in fact it couldn't have possibly been more pleasant.

"Well, if you need anything, just let one of the staff know."

"I'll do that, thank you."

Lopez then walked off on some errand. Once out of earshot, I turned back to Kaylee and said, "Your boss says to tell you if I need anything."

"That's right," she said with a smile.

"Well, I need a blowjob and a fuck in the worst way."

She lowered her eyes and glared. "Just what kind of girl do you think I am?"

"The best kind of girl. Pretty, no, make that sexy and beautiful."

"Is that all?"

"No, I think you're a slut, and I love sluts."

"You are so bad and nasty, but thank you anyway." She leaned over the desk whispering, "You were fantastic too last night, fantastic. You know," she said flicking her tongue over her lips, "you're really sweet, I just love the way you taste. Not only do you have the nicest dick in town, you also know how to use it."

"Well, I think it wants to be used."

"Later," she laughed. "Now be good and run along, but be sure and save me some."

"I'll save it all for you, Kaylee Broussard." Until Lopez mentioned it, I really didn't have a clue what her last name was, despite the fact that it was plainly displayed on her name badge. "Broussard. You're from Louisiana?"

"My dad was. Moved away before I was born."

"That explains your skin tone."

"What about my skin tone?"

"Nothing, I just find your olive complexion to be very appealing. Especially when you're spread out naked." 

Right about then someone walked into the lobby. I casually walked away as if nothing had transpired between the desk clerk and me. 

I was supposed to go apartment hunting, but I decided that I needed a nap. I rose after an hour of deep sleep and headed over to a gym that I had seen. It had been several days since I had a good work out and I felt that my well-honed body was getting flabby and soft. After a good workout, I felt great. I found something light to eat and then returned to the motel to soak in the hot tub.

I felt loose as a goose by the time eight o'clock rolled around. I started off for my room to change, but then decided, "Why bother." I wrapped the towel over my shoulders and strolled into the motel lobby. 

Kaylee was alone and when she saw me, she nodded to the door of the manager's office. With one final glance to make sure the coast was clear I slipped inside, followed by Kaylee. Her hands went immediately to the tie string of my swimsuit.

"Hey. I've got to tell you something."

"What's that?" she asked as she pulled my trucks down.

"Last night. The condom. It...well...it think it failed."

"Failed? What do mean?"

"I mean it broke. It was still on this morning, but it was split into."

"Oh, well isn't that just great!"

"I'm sorry. You're on the pill or something aren't you?"

"Yes, I have an IUD. It was still there this morning."

"Good, well at least we don't have to worry about that."

"No, I just have to worry about you and you have to worry about me."

"What do you mean?"

"VD! Sexually transmitted diseases! Now, I know for sure that I don't have any, but you don't know that for sure and I sure as hell don't know for sure that you don't have any."

"I'm sorry, I..."

"It's done. You did what you could, so it's not your fault." She opened a drawer to the desk, rustled through a folder, pulled out slip of paper and handed it to me. It was from the Public Heath Department. "I got checked last week. See, I'm clean." 

"That's a relief."

"For you! What about me?"

"Well, I..."

"Tomorrow, you go to the health clinic on Second Street. Get tested."

"I'm kinda busy tomorrow."

"Well, if you have something, I need to know about as soon as possible so I can take care of it. If I can take care of it!"

"Yeah, I guess you're right... Hey, I bought a box of rubbers for us tonight."

"Well, duh! It's a little late for that isn't it?"

"Hmmm, I guess you're right."

DING!

"Excuse me for a minute."

"I'll be here."

I kicked away the wet and clammy swimsuit and sat naked in the manager's chair to await her return. As soon as she returned, I said, "Look, I'm really sorry about the rubber."

"Don't worry about it," she said with a sigh. "You're probably clean. At least I hope so." Taking my limp cock in her hand she said, "Besides, it simplifies things." At the touch of her hand on my cock, blood surged into my penis. "You know, I just love the way a guy's dick gets hard," she said dreamily.

"You've done this sort of thing before?"

"What do you think? You called me a slut this afternoon."

"Are you?"

"You tell me." With that she sucked in the head of my semisoft dick.

"Oh, yeah baby, you're a slut. I like sluts. That's it Kaylee, suck it Baby, suck it. Ooooo, you suck me good, you little tramp."

As I hurled vincitives at her, she sucked away enthusiastically. Five minutes of fantastic oral massaging and I felt my dick tingling. I knew that I was near.

DING!

"Oh fuck!" I cursed. "Go take care of that fucking asshole!"

In a few minutes she was back. I took her in my arms and ran my hand up her dress. "You got any panties on slut? That's just what I thought!" I pulled out my hand, damp from her juices. "Hmmmm, I love the smell of a slut's hot pussy. C'mon bitch, get me nice and hard again. That's it slut, suck me baby, suck me!" 

Once she had me hard I pulled my dick from her mouth. "Stand up!" She stood and I spun her around. Bending her over the desk, I hiked up her skirt. "Let me show you what a slut's pussy is good for." 

Kaylee yelped when I slapped her ass hard, my handprint immediately began to glow in red on her ass check. As I nestled my cock into her, I ordered, "Spread'em slut, spread'em!" Standing on the balls of her feet, she spread her legs slightly. With a savage thrust, I ran my bare cock into her fully and forcefully.

"UNGH!" she grunted. "Ungh, ugnh, ughn," she grunted with each brutal thrust. "Ungh, ugnh, ughn... God this feels so fucking good... Ungh, ugnh, ungh...I love being so filled with cock... ungh, ungh, ungh... fuck me dammit, fuck me harder! A little harder...oh right there... youuuu ...gottt..ittt.. Fill me with cock you bastard...Faster... Fuck me faster ... " 

I was fucking her so hard that the desk was scooting across the floor.

"Oh yeah baby," she nearly shouted, "that's how to do it. Fuck me good sweet baby, oh yes! Oh yessss! Fuck me with your nice hard cock."

She arched her back upward as I felt her cunt clamping down on my cock. With a rush, I was pumping her slut cunt full of my seed as we climaxed together. I kept fucking her until my dick folded in half. Just as my dick slipped from her pussy I heard the 'DING!'

Swamped with a flood of endorphins, Kaylee just lay there. 

"DING!"

I slapped her on the butt again.

"Oww!"

"You've got a customer," I whispered loudly.

"Oh, I didn't hear the chime."

"It rang, it rang twice, so you better get your slut ass out there." 

Kaylee hopped up when I slapped her butt again. "Owww!" Pushing her skirt down, she rushed from the office. I barely had time to duck behind the door so that I wouldn't be seen bare-assed naked. A minute or so later she returned. 

"You gotta go."

"What?"

"You gotta go. Hurry!" I tugged on the cold, wet swim trunks and grabbed my towel. Kaylee looked out the door. "C'mon George. The coast is clear."

A minute later I was in my room. I looked at the clock. It was only eight thirty. I figured, "What the hell, in two hours we'll be fucking all night. Might as take another nap, I'll need it." I shucked the wet swimsuit and called the automated wakeup call service and requested 10 PM. 

Lying in bed, doodling my noodle, I thought of Kaylee. She had to be the hottest piece of ass on the planet. I chuckled to myself as I thought of her working with my cum leaking out of her pussy and dribbling down her leg. No way would she dare sit down and risk having a big wet spot on the seat of her skirt. I wondered if anyone would smell the sex on her.

The alarm awoke me with a start. For several minutes I lay there blinking my eyes, staring up at the ceiling, thinking of what I planned to do tonight. Of course the first thing would be to have her suck me off. Sucking dick, she's good at that, damned good. Then I'd eat her out, maybe suck on her asshole. Then I'd fuck her; first in the pussy and then in the ass. Then I'd have her blow me again. Then I'd fuck her again. It sounded like a good, reasonable plan for a long night of whoppie. I rose with a hard-on from thinking about her and all the fun things I planned on doing with her.

I didn't bother with underwear, figuring I didn't need any just for the ride over to her place, and I sure as hell wouldn't them when I got there. Sandals weren't necessary either for the short walk to and from my car. Shirt? Why bother, it's warm outside tonight. I found a pair of cutoff jeans, the ones with the holes in the seat. Dressed for my date, I headed out. I cut through the lobby to see if she was still there. Except for black night clerk, muttering to himself, the lobby was vacant. Figuring she must have already gone home, I went my merry way.

Arriving at her place ten minutes later, I walked up the stairs and knocked. The door partially opened and she peeked out. 

"Hi! Come on in."

I slipped inside. She was already practically nude, wearing only an open robe, waiting for me with a glass of white wine. "You're overdressed Tarzan," she said with sly grin. Before the wine was finished, she was executing step one of my plan, beginning another wild night of unrestrained lust and passion.

This went on for day after day. Friday was her day off, so as soon as I got to her place after work around five, the screwing began. By the time the Saturday morning rolled around, I was so exhausted that I slept for ten hours straight. It was almost noon when she woke me, raping me, bouncing up and down my cock like it was a pogo stick. There wasn't any use in resisting her, so I lay back with a big grin my face and took it like a man, furiously rubbing her clit while she fucked me. 

She got off long before I was ready and just lurched off of me onto the bed. Over the past few days I had discovered that sometimes she liked it gentle and sometimes she liked it rough. This morning she got it rough.

I got up and found a few silk scarves. I tied her facedown to the headboard of her brass bed and stuck a pillow under her hips. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! My open hand blistered her ass until it was a bright, bright red. She hollered, pulling at the restraints, calling me a bastard and I called her a dirty slut. I lubed up my dick with a few strokes into her pussy and then put it to her asshole. Without fanfare or preparation, I plunged into her bowls while she hollered and hollered. I sodomized her with about as much regard as if she were a slab of meat. She loved it.

"Oooo, baby, you're the best," she cooed afterward as she nibbled around on my chest. "I just love the way you love me. I do enjoy you so much."

"You're fun slut of a cunt too," I said receiving a painful nip to my teat for my characterization. "Oww!"

"See how you like it, big boy! Next time I'll bite into your dick."

"Do that and it might not work anymore."

"Well, that won't do, will it? C'mon baby, let's have some more fun."

"Kaylee, I can't. I just can't. Give me a rest will ya?"

"Limp weenie party pooper!"

"Hey, let's not get carried away."

She laughed, kissed me and told me to roll over. 

"No! I've had enough!"

"Oh, please!"

"No, my ass is sore from what you did to me last night."

"See how it feels."

"Hey, it was fun last night. It's been fun every night this week. You're the absolutely best fuck I've ever met, but I'm tired. Come on, let's go do something besides fuck and suck."

"Maybe I want to fuck and suck."

"I'm sure you do Kaylee, but let's give it a break before my poor dick falls off."

"Limp weenie party pooper!"

"Okay, I'm a limp weenie. But I'm also starving. C'mon let's go get a bite to eat. Then I have to find a place to live."

"Why?"

"I can't live in the Holiday Inn forever."

"I know, but why don't you stay here with me?"

"You want me to pay the rent in exchange for fucking you?"

"No, no, no. That'd make me a whore. I'm a slut, not a whore."

"A fine distinction. Owww, let go of my balls!"

"Say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Say you're not a whore, you're a slut."

"You're not a whore Kaylee, you're a slut." She let go of my balls. "Fucking whore! Owwwww! Stop! Stop! Stop!" She released my testicles again. "Dirty fucking slut!"

"That's better," she said smugly. "Now what I propose is that we split the rent 50-50, utilities, food, wine, etc. I don't want you thinking that you own me for just a few measly bucks."

"Sounds reasonable. When can I move in?" 

"C'mon, let's go get your suits and your toothbrush."



Getting to Know Kaylee Ch. 04



Ed Bailey shifted in his chair. "So you moved in with her? When did you discover that she was slut?"

"A slut? That was obvious from the start. She loves sex in great quantities as well with quality. The girl is insatiable."

"I thought you said she wasn't an insane fucking machine."

"I said that? I stand corrected. But to answer your question, I was madly in love with her. She is the most incredible woman I've ever met. Sweet and gentle one minute, she's a tiger the next. Naïve at times, she's also one of the smartest people I know. 

"She taught how to play backgammon. Now, I knew the rules and moves and all that, but she taught me the game. After whipping my ass time and time again without me getting anywhere near to beating her, she taught me how the game is really played. It's all mathematics, probability theory. Stuff I learned in college. She just knew it instinctively, you know, sort of like when Newton invented calculus when he was ten.

"Anyway, we sort of settled into a routine like all couples do. On Monday through Thursday she worked until ten and I pretty much let her be when she was at work. If I were asleep when she got home, she'd waken me with a blowjob. Then we'd screw. Usually I screwed her, but sometimes she screwed me with one of her toys."

"What kind of toys?"

"Oh vibrators, anal beads, sometimes after loosening me up she'd shove her Ben Wah balls up my ass."

"You're sick, you know that."

"Ed, it's just sex. Sex between a man and a woman. We have fun, no one ever gets hurt, though there was a time when I did hurt her... by accident of course.

"Anyway, on those days when she worked late, I'd go work out and then come back home and hang out around the pool at the apartment. There were two pools there. The one closest top our apartment had a lot of kids and their Mommies hanging around. The other one was where the risqué adults without kids hung out. That's where I met Randy and Ramona Burks."

Ramona, she is a sight to behold. With short shaggy frosted hair and hazel eyes, her face was something out of Playboy. Tall, about five foot eleven inches, she looked like a model with long legs that won't quit. But unlike most skinny models, she was stacked with hooters that would convert a queer. 

Randy, her husband, is big guy, six-four and maybe 220 lbs. He sports a full, curly beard and mustache and wears a large gold earring. Covering one shoulder, he has a huge multicolored dragon tattoo that snakes down his upper arm. Coiled around the opposite leg, he has a huge snake with a feathered head. Says it's a Mayan god or something. On his back, across his other shoulder blade he has a sun face, you know, with wavy rays and a smug, smiley face. He's got another one, a ying-yang symbol, plastered across the back of his neck. 

I didn't know it yet, but Ramona also has a smaller ying-yang, but it's tattooed between her butt cheeks, to be viewed by special invitation only. But like Kaylee and a lot of other slutty girls, she had a nice tattoo on the small of her back. On her flip side, she has this starburst pattern tattooed around her navel. 

At the pool, Ramona always wore a string bikini that was at least two sizes too small. I'll tell you, she was always practically naked. Her big tits flowed out from the sides of the tiny tops she wore and the bottoms were just one step up from a thong. There was no doubt in my mind that she shaved her pussy. She had too. There was almost no front at all and it rode up into her cunt slit so that her pussy lips were in plain sight. Talk about a camel-toe! I'm surprised she was never arrested.

When a particularly good song played on the radio, Randy and Ramona would dance, lewdly, humping into each other, feeling each other up, leaving little to the imagination. As they got into it, Randy's cock would tent out his baggy swimsuit. They were and still are exhibitionists.

I gawked, but pretty much kept to myself. One day I was lying in a lounge chair, checking out the evening's generous display of female flesh. Randy came and sat by me. "Hi! I'm Randy Burks. Seen ya 'round, but we haven't met."

"George Vinter."

"Nice to met ya George." He waved over at his wife. "Hey! C'mere!"

Ramona pranced up, her jugs a jiggling. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to stare at her tits or her pussy. I stared at her camel-toe. "Hey babe, this is George."

"Hi!"

"Hello, nice to met you."

"Hey, look at her face George, not her pussy."

"Uh, um, excuse me, I didn't mean to stare."

"No problem," he laughed. "Quite a sight, eh?"

"Yeah," I said adjusting my hard on.

"Look babe, you've got him all hard!"

"Oh Randy, don't be so crude!" chided his voluptuous wife.

"It's not crude, it's the truth. Look at him!"

Ramona sat in the chase lounge next to me to regain a modicum of modesty. Randy pulled up a chair and began talking. Soon we were laughing and carrying on like old friends. 

Whenever I was at the pool after that, I hooked up with Randy, Ramona and few other couples that they were friends with. We would sit around the pool, sipping whatever we had to drink, played backgammon and chatted away about sports, movies, and old Star Trek episodes. 

I wanted to introduce Kaylee to Randy and Ramona Burks, but they were always gone on the weekends when Kaylee was off, and Kaylee always was working when they were hanging out around the pool. Same went with the other two couples that seemed to be close friends of the Burks, Sam and Jenna, and Lex and Vicki.

Compared to the skimpy bikinis that Ramona, Vicki, and Jenna wore, Kaylee's modest two-piece seemed almost Victorian. After whiling away the late afternoon or early evening chatting with the guys and eyeballing their scantily clad wives, I'd be so horny that I couldn't see straight. 

One Tuesday evening, about two weeks after I first met the Burks, I couldn't wait for Kaylee to get home, so I went over to the Holiday Inn to get a little relief. It was around eight thirty. No one was at the desk, so I looked into the manager's office. There was Kaylee, on her knees, sucking off the rod of this older guy as he sat in the chair. 

The old man looked at me, his eyes wide as saucers. I said, "Pardon me," and shut the door. As I walked outside, I heard Kaylee call out to me, "George! George!" Stunned at what I had seen, I didn't stop. Getting in my BMW, I sped away, leaving my slut girlfriend standing in the parking lot begging me to stop.

I drove around until I found a bar where I could collect my thoughts. I was pissed off, that's for sure, and I considered going home packing up and moving out. I had one, then two frosted schooners as the salacious scene continuously replayed in my mind. I could clearly see him in my mind's eye, the dark hair, streaked with gray, and the slight paunch from not enough exercise. But there was something else. I puzzled for a while on it. Then it hit me. Whenever I had stopped by for a quick blowjob at night, my pants were down, but not off. But whenever she did a protracted sex number on me, she would have me nude, completely nude. The old guy was nude, completely nude.

"Damn," I muttered. Then I noticed something too. I was painfully hard, as hard as I ever got. After another beer I realized something else. I had always figured that she was just horny all those times when she came home and rubbed her incredibly juicy pussy into my face. She was horny, that's for sure, but hell, the wetness wasn't just from horniness, it was because she probably had a load of some guy's cum up her slut snatch. At that realization, I went home to wait for my slattern girlfriend.

At ten thirty, she meekly came into the bedroom. "George... I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry."

"Shut the fuck up!" I snarled.

"Don't be mad at me George. You know how I am. You had to know how I am."

"Who was that guy?"

"Him? That was Fred Wilkes. He's a salesman. Comes in every two weeks."

"And you fuck him every two weeks?"

"He's lonesome, and I just want him to feel good about life."

"Ever considered just talking to him."

"Not really."

"Jesus! You suck off and fuck everyone who stays in that motel?"

"No, not everyone."

"God damn you!"

"Look, you know I like sex. I love sex. I really need it. I don't love those other guys, just the sex. I love you baby, sex and all. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I, I..."

"You fucking slut!" I hissed with genuine venom.

"Yes, yes, I am and you know that! Look buster," she said, her eyes flashing with anger, "you don't own me! We split the rent, remember? You're my roommate, my playmate and the love of my life, but I'm not your property! I'll suck and fuck any guy I want to fuck and you can screw any girl you want, just so long as you love me the way I love you."

"Go get a shower and get cleaned up," I ordered.

She went into the bathroom and undressed. Just as she was about to turn the water on, I stopped her. "Get in the tub, bitch! Kneel!" I whipped out my dick, took aim and pissed on her, all over her. By the time I was finished, she was sobbing. 

"Get your slut ass cleaned up!" I snarled.

"Don't hurt me," she begged in genuine fear. "Please George, don't hurt me."

I must admit, I wanted to kick the living shit out her, to hurt her, to really hurt her and like a cat, she sensed it.

Before I allowed myself to do anything really stupid, I left, fearful for what I might do. I really didn't want to leave, I wanted to screw her, rape her, use her, make her... I got out of there. 

I checked into a motel, not the Holiday Inn, and lay awake all night. There in the semidarkness I visualized how she sucked every dick she could, how she fucked every dick she could, and how she loved every sordid minute of it. I thought of how much she turned me on with her uninhibited antics. I must have beat off three times, thinking of her. 

I returned home in the morning to dress for work. She was gone. All day I tried to telephone her, to tell her that I was concerned for her, that I was angry last night, that I was sorry. Tell her that I was sorry? Man, I had it bad! I nearly panicked when I couldn't find her to tell her that I loved her. Finally around two, she answered in her cheery voice that I love so much, "Good afternoon, Holiday Inn. How may I help you?"

"Kaylee?" 

Click, bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

It was pretty obvious that she didn't want to talk to me. What was her problem? I didn't touch her. I just pissed on her. Considering all the other raunchy games we played, it just didn't seem to me that pissing on her would be such a big deal. Women! Go figure.



Getting to Know Kaylee Ch. 05



"I wouldn't blame you if you had beaten her a pulp. Teach her a lesson."

"Now, Ed. I'm not the sort of guy that uses a woman for a punching bag. I hate bastards like that. But I came close, too close...

"The afternoon dragged by. I didn't get a whole lot done, fretting that I somehow had lost her, but how in the hell could I keep her? I'd never find another girl that was as uninhibited...wanton...and downright sluttish as Kaylee was. I liked that about her, I loved her for it, but it just didn't sit quite right with me that she was doing other guys behind my back. It wasn't the sex. It was the deception. I didn't like that. I didn't like that one whit.

Five rolled around and I considered going over to the Holiday Inn to talk to her, but I knew she wouldn't like that, so I headed for the gym. I needed a hard workout, a workout to exhaustion, and I did my best to do that. Returning to the apartment, I ran into Randy.

"Hey man! What's up?"

"Nothing much," I lied.

"Say, Ramona fixed a lasagna for tonight. Ya wanna join us for dinner?"

"Uhhh."

"She makes one hell of a lasagna!"

I really didn't feel up to hanging around the apartment alone and I was hungry. Besides, as I said, Ramona is something to behold.

"Uhhh, yeah, sure! What time?"

"Seven?"

I looked at my watch; it was already past six thirty. "Seven will be fine, gives me a chance to change." 

Randy looked me over. "You're dressed just fine."

The only thing I had on was my faded gym shorts. It felt kind of odd to go to someone's home for dinner just wearing gym shorts, but then I realized I had never seen Randy with a shirt on and I had never seen Ramona in anything but one of her minimalist bikinis. "I still need to get another shower."

"Okay dude, but we dress casually. If we dress at all," he added with a laugh. "Its apartment 247."

I went upstairs, showered, and dressed in some clean gym shorts, a wife-beater shirt and my sandals. Randy greeted me at the door. 

"C'mon in man! Leave the frigging shoes," he said pointing to a pile of flip-flops and sneakers by the door, "we don't want a bunch of shit tracked all over the carpet."

He was still in his baggy swimsuit, and not surprisingly barefoot and with no shirt. Ramona was in a bright yellow bikini that I hadn't seen before. The top was just as small as her other outfits but the bottoms were practically nonexistent, just strings, strings that disappeared into her cracks. She too was barefoot, but her ankle and toes where festooned with an assortment of anklets and toe rings.

Randy had the backgammon board already set up and waiting for a contest. 

"Honey, bring us a couple of beers!"

Ramona fetched two beers from the fridge and brought them to us.

"Turn around, Honey." She slowly turned to give me a good look at her from all angles.

"Shit!" I muttered.

"Nice, uh? Love that bikini, but she can't wear it outside, at least not around here. Makes ya hard, uh?"

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Hear that Honey. You're making George all hard!" He laughed, handed me one of the dice. "C'mere baby, and give me some good luck."

Ramona stood next to her husband with her back to me while Randy rubbed her exposed buttocks for good luck. We each rolled one die to see who got first roll. Randy won the roll. He slapped her on the butt exclaiming, "Way to go Babe! Now run along woman, you're distracting me!" 

With the intensity of a gamer who always played to win, Randy began the game. Thanks to Kaylee, I was pretty much an even match for Randy, a fact that he both relished and loathed, relishing his victories and loathing his losses to me. The guy was intense, talking to the dice, invoking God's help to roll this combo or that, yelling in glee when got his roll, crying in agony when I hit him, and just having a good time.

Every time he had a particularly low chance of making the roll he needed, he'd call Ramona over and rub her ass for good luck. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. 

We finished the game after he doubled me and I redoubled him, with Randy coming out on top with the help of a few long shot rolls blessed by the incredible buns of his wife. Statistically I should of had him. He shouted and hooted in glee at his victory, knowing full well that he lucked out and next time I would probably whip his ass.

Ramona called us to the table. Randy was right, she made one hell of a lasagna. It had to be the best I ever had. I reluctantly declined a third slice, not the least because if I had accepted, Ramona would have gotten up to get it, and she was something to see in that bikini.

After we helped her clear the table, load the dishwasher and cleanup the kitchen, we all went into the living area. I sat on the sofa while Randy and Ramona stood next to each other, with his arm around her waist. 

"George, what I am about to ask ya goes no further than this apartment."

"Uh, sure Randy. Okay."

"I have your word?"

"Sure."

"I can trust ya?"

"My word is my bond."

"Good...Ramona and me, we've talked about this. We like ya. You're fun and Ramona thinks you're a hunk. We don't know your girl friend, but we have heard that she's a cutie."

"Yes, she's cute. I told you that."

"Yeah, but my sources have confirmed that."

"Sources? What sources? What have you heard about her? "

"Never mind about that, but normally we wouldn't have ya over like this without your lady."

"She's working tonight."

"Yeah, we know...listen, what we want to know is...would ya like to join us tonight?"

"Join what?"

"Ya know. Join us in a little three-way sex. Ya know, fuck her." 

While that statement sank into my skull, he pulled the two strings to Ramona's top and she let it fall to the floor. Whoa! Standing behind her with his arms wrapped around to her incredible tits, he lewdly tweaked up her nipples with his fingers. 

"How about it? Ya wanna to join me in fucking my slut wife? Later ya can return the favor with your slut girlfriend." 

I'd had a hard on ever since I walked in the door that night and I needed relief in the worst way. I wasn't about to say no. 

"I'd love to fuck her," I answered breathlessly and forgetting about my problems with Kaylee. 

Randy untied the two sides of her bottoms. It didn't fall to the floor, but dangled from between her labia like a tassel. Randy then undid the drawstring of his swimming trunks and shucked them, while I still sat, not yet believing what was happening. 

Randy was kissing her neck and shoulders while mauling her big mammaries for my benefit. She had her hands reaching back, caressing her husband's head, the effect being that her tits appeared to be even larger. Planting a kiss on her shoulder, he looked at me, they both looked at me, with salacious grins spread across their faces.

Randy nuzzled into Ramona's ear, whispering to her, whispering loud enough for me to hear. "Spread your legs slut. I'm gonna fuck that slut cunt of yours right where I am. Spread'em bitch! Let's show our friend what a nasty slut ya really are."

Ramona spread her long legs apart, planting her feet about two feet apart. Randy reached around, and yanked the hung-up bottoms from the lips her totally bald pussy. Lewdly he rubbed her pussy for a moment to juice it up, then squatting, he directed his cock to his wife's pussy and drove it up into her cunt. While he fucked her from the rear standing, Ramona played with her luscious jugs. 

I've watched a lot of porno, but I'd seen nothing that compared to what I was treated to. Like I said, they're exhibitionists and their one-man audience was enjoying every moment of their licentious performance. 

Her bare pussy lips flexed in and out with the slow rhythmic motion of his cock sluicing in and out. Randy reached around her hips. With his fingers he spread her open to display her large clit, excited and poking out from it's protective hood. The air filled with a lurid, wet smacking sounds and the unmistakable odor of aroused pussy.

Her stomach muscles began a controlled undulation, making quite clear the real meaning behind the starburst tattooed around her deep navel. It became a pussy, a big hairy pussy that was pulsating with desire, beckoning me to copulate with her. I was almost ready to cum in my shorts.

I wasn't too sure how I would fit in the lurid tableau before me, but I knew one thing, it was time to get naked and press some flesh. With my thick cock jutting forth, I slowly approached them, giving Ramona a good look at the dick that was destined to screw her.

"Look at his dick, slut," her husband hissed. "He's going fuck ya with that dick as soon as I'm done fucking ya. Ya want his dick?

"Yesssss!"

"Ya want him t'fuck ya with that dick?"

"Yessssss!"

"Ya wanna suck that dick?"

"Yessss!"

Pressing into her, our lips meet in a long protracted kiss. We exchanged globs of saliva while her husband continued his prattle while fucking her. "Ya want his big dick up your ass, slut?"

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned into my mouth in reply.

"Suck her tits George. This god damned slut likes her tits sucked while she's being fucked. Don't ya slut?"

"Yessssss!"

Sounded like a plan to me. Leaning forward, I sucked in one of her incredibly large pink nipples and swirled my tongue around it. I nibbled and gently bit her fat teat, pulling on it with my teeth, releasing it and blowing cool air across it to chill it, and then sucking back into my warm mouth. Ramona groaned in pleasure, stimulated by the pleasure/pain that she was receiving until she had to cover with her hand the now too-sensitive tissue that I had enflamed. I simply moved over and started in on her left tit. Nice thing about women and two tits, when one tit has had enough and is just too sensitive, the other is ready and waiting for a similar treatment. 

While I wallowed and played in big-boob-heaven, her husband slowly and lewdly fucked her. My back was beginning to ache from feasting bent over when she finally pushed me away from her now sore left tit. I attempted to suckle the right one again but she pulled my head up to kiss me. Between kisses she whispered, "Rub my cunny. Rub my cunny with your dick Daddy. Rub it and make it feel good."

Now I'd been with a lot of girls, having taken to heart my Dad's advice when I was in high school to "fuck every girl that's willing." But it had always been a one-on-one affair, a girl and me. I'd seen a lot of group fucks on porno flicks, but I'd never experienced any thing like this. Her request to 'rub my cunny Daddy' while her husband was fucking that same cunny didn't make a whole lot of sense until Randy told me to "rub your dick on her clit."

Now rather than leaning forward, I had to lean back and somehow get a least one leg between her legs so that I could poke at her cunt while it was filled with her husband's cock. Fortunately with 8 full inches, I could get in where a shorter man might have had a problem. While Randy spread apart her lips, I got the hang of what they wanted me to do, namely rub the fat head of my cock over her clit while Randy continued to fuck her. 

With two dicks and three hands in such close proximity, it was virtually impossible for no male-to-male contact to take place. The first few times that I rubbed my cock against his or brushed my dick across his fingers, I was alarmed, but after a while I just sort of accepted it. Randy sure didn't seem to mind, and as for Ramona, she was lost somewhere in the outer reaches of sexual blissdom.

"Cum on my dick, ya fuckin' slut," Randy hissed. "Squeeze it you fucking whore, squeeze it!"

Suddenly I felt Randy grasp my cock and push it up against his cock. He slipped out and he pushed me in. As I slid in, her pussy clamped down. It seemed to be trying to expel me. Then the vaginal contractions would ease and I slid in deeper only to he stopped by the tightening of her constricting fuck tunnel around my dick.

"Ya like his big dick, slut?"

"Yesssss!"

"Ya like it in ya slutty cock socket?"

"Yessss!"

"Are ya a slut, baby?"

"Yessss!"

"Ya momma know what ya do?"

"Noooo!"

"Does ya daddy know what a slutty girl ya are?"

"Yessss!"

"Yeah, he knows what slut his baby girl is. Don't he?"

"Yessss!"

"Does ya daddy like ya slimy pussy?"

"Yesssss."

"Yeah, that's right, he does. Don't he, slut?"

"Yesssss."

"Who's ya daddy?"

"Daddy!"

"Who's ya fuck daddy?"

"You baby, you."

"But ya know ya real daddy wants to fuck ya?"

"Yesssss!"

"That's right slut, every man likes to fuck a whore like you. Ya like your daddy fuckin' ya. Don't ya, slut? Ya like the feel of his big ole dick inside ya. Don't ya?"

"Yesssss. Ohhhhh, fuck me Daddy, fuck me!"

I didn't realize it at the time, but in their world of sexual fantasy mixed with reality, I had been assigned the role of her old man, taking incestuous liberties with his slut daughter. Over time it was a game that we would play quite often, with many variations, sometimes I was her daddy, sometimes I was her Paw-Paw, sometimes I was Bubba, sometimes I was her preacher, sometimes I was her doctor, and sometimes I was big black buck. Whatever, Ramona really got her rocks off on it.

Randy reached between her legs and pushed me by the groin to pull out. As soon as I did, he slid back in. For the next twenty minutes or so, we alternated, each fucking her for a minute or so, before yielding her juicing cunt to the other's cock. 

"Ya daddy's gonna cum in your slut cunt, bitch! Your Paw-Paw too. Ya want your own daddy to cum in your pussy?"

"Yeessss."

"Ya want your old Paw-Paw to cum in your pussy too?"

"Yeessss."

"Ya nasty, fuckin' whore!"

All this talk about cumming had me cumming and with a fantastic release, I came in Ramona's slut cunt.

"All a slut like you is good for is for fuckin'. Ain't it whore?"

"Yesssss."

Ramona had been weak kneed for some time as Randy and I took turns. Sandwiched between us, we had been supporting her as we fucked her. Once I pulled out for good and stepped back a little, she sort of flopped forward. I prevented her from falling on her face and held her bent over while her husband pummeled her pussy from behind. There was a bead of sweat along the trace of her spine that tracked across the tasteful tattoo on the small of her back before it disappeared in the cleft between her lovely buns. 

With his tongue hanging out of his mouth to one side like some sort of cartoon pervert, Randy was perspiring too as he labored mightily to get his rocks off. Gripping her hips firmly to hold her in place, he slammed into her like a jackhammer causing her beautifully full butt cheeks to quake delightfully with the repeated impacts. 

With a grimaced look on his bearded face, he planted himself firmly and deeply, grinding his groin into her buttocks, shouting, "Your Paw-Paw's cumming, ya dirty, fuckin' slut of a whore! I'm cumming! Oh, baby yessss! Squeeze it ya slut bitch! Squeezeeeee, ahhhhhhhh, dammmmmn!" 

Releasing his grip on her hips, she just sort of crumpled to floor. His dick springing from her cunt, sending his last good spurt flying through the air to splatter across the back of her legs. Out of breath and panting, he stood over his prostrate wife with his dick still stiff and drooling as it throbbed, looking quite the part of the victorious barbarian. 

He looked up at me with a dazed look and said, "Man, that was fuckin' good! I need me a brew." Leaving his fucked out wife lying at my feet, the big brute turned to retrieve two beers, revealing to me for the first time the tattoo of Felix the Cat on one butt cheek and Mickey Mouse on the other. 

We stood about, swigging our beers with Ramona swooning on the floor. With his foot, Randy rolled her onto her back, and then with the same foot, spread her legs apart, exposing her aroused pussy. Glistening with sexual secretions, her red inner labia obscenely protruded from between her flushed and somewhat swollen outer lips. 

"Look at that slut's sweet pussy. Ever seen anything as pretty as that?"

"No, I suppose, not."

"Your girl have a nice pussy?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Hey, look man, this whore's coming back to life. Tell ya what. How 'bout if we roll the dice to see who gets first dibs on that fresh-baked cream pie?"

Not waiting for my reply, Randy went and retrieved the dice from the backgammon board giving me a moment to think about it. Now, I like eating pussy, even when it's a little ripe, about as well as I like fucking pussy. But licking some other guy's cum from a cunt...Well, during the preceding twenty-four hours I had had some time to think about doing that very thing... when Kaylee got home from work every night. Only difference was I just didn't know it at the time. 

Randy handed one of the dice to me. He started shaking his die, chanting, "C'mon six! C'mon six!" I figured that if he was willing to play, he probably wouldn't think of me as being some sort of pervert if I played. Casting his die to the floor, he exclaimed, "Damn! A three! C'mon George, show me what ya got." I began shaking mine and he chanted, "C'mon two! C'mon two!" I threw my die to the floor. "God damn! A four! Ya win, good buddy!"

As I settled in between her legs and got up close to her engorged, dripping pussy, I wasn't so sure about collecting my prize as the winner. But I couldn't just wimp out, not now. If I did, I might not ever get invited back. I looked up at George, his eyes sparkling. I said, "Well, at least I know you." A puzzled look formed on his face. Face first, I dove into her sopping cunt.

It didn't taste bad or at all disgusting. In fact it just tasted like pussy. Of course it tasted like pussy, or at least spermy pussy as I was now use to that taste. Then I realized that, hell I love that taste. Having conquered my initial misgivings, I settled in to enjoy myself with her. 

Even though it was on the same basic plan, Ramona's pussy was very different from Kaylee's. Whereas Kaylee is petite, even in the pussy department, Ramona was a relatively big pussyed girl. Her man-in-boat had to be well over an inch long and seemed to rise at least a half inch. Whereas Kaylee had a nubbin, Ramona had a knob, a knob that was easy to suck into my mouth.

While I salivated, licked and explored around her succulent sluice, Randy lay down beside us, head-to-toe with his wife. I felt her leg being manipulated and even though I couldn't see what he was up to, I caught on when she stuck his toe into her mouth. I had never considered toe sucking to be particularly erotic, but the way she mouthed and slobbered over his big toe, I got hard again.

Pressing my fingers into her perineum, between her cunt hole and anus, I attacked her clit with gusto, furiously swiping at it with my tongue at the one o'clock position. The combo had its desired effect and she soon began bucking her hips and squeezing my head with her thighs as the intense orgasm swept over her.

The thigh-grip around my ears eased and having had quite enough for the moment, she pushed my head away from her cunt. I slid up her body and slid my cock back into her welcoming cunt. As I began humping her, Randy pulled his foot from her mouth and sat up. 

Even though I knew that Randy is a professional masseur, what happened next surprised me. He began rubbing the back of my legs, then rubbing my butt, and then my back while I screwed his wife. It was really weird because while it was sexual, it really wasn't supposed to be sexual, but then again I wasn't too sure about that either. I didn't know whether to jump up in alarm or just enjoy it. I figured that as long as he was just rubbing and kneading my muscles I'd be okay, but if he got funny and went for my asshole or something, I was prepared to bolt for door.

By the time he was working on my shoulders, I became particularly alarmed because he was kneeling and straddling me as he kneaded and rubbed. Every time I thrust my hips back, my ass would brush against his cock and he was clearly in an aroused state. I was about to tell him to get the hell off when he finished his quick massage and moved off to the side. He put a hand on my hip and pushing, let me know that he wanted me to rollover. I rolled, taking Ramona with me. Randy climbed on top.




Getting to Know Kaylee Ch. 05



I felt Ramona's pussy getting tighter and tighter and realized that he was pushing his cock up her ass. It became increasing difficult for me to do anything. Planted deep in her hot cunt, I stopped thrusting. Randy began thrusting instead. I could feel the bulk of his cock, sliding up and down on the underside of my dick through the walls of her vagina.

Her pussy spasmed around my cock, squeezing me so tightly I thought my dick might burst. All the while I could hear Randy calling her a wanton slut whore, a slime ball tramp and other vindictives. Her vaginal contractions eased and Randy stopped thrusting. I resumed fucking her and Randy began chattering, "Oh, baby. I can feel his dick fuckin' your slut pussy! Oh, yeah ya nasty whore, that feels good! Don't it whore?" 

After a minute or so, Randy began thrusting. It was awkward at first, but soon we had established a rhythm, keying off the way she was thrusting her hips. With the incredible tightness of her pussy and added stimulation of Randy's cock, I came a lot sooner than I had expected.

"He's cumming in ya! I can feel ya daddy cumming in ya!" he grunted. "Ya nasty fuckin' whore...oh baby, I'm getting' there too. Yeah, your Paw-Paw's gonna cum in ya too, cum that slut ass of yours. Oh, yeah. My balls are boiling! I'm cumming slut, I cumming!" 

I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't experienced it first hand, but I too could feel his cock pulsating as he unloaded in her ass moments after I was done.

Randy rolled off one way and his wife rolled the other ending my first experience with three-way fucking. Randy sat up his knees and breathlessly asked, "Wanna a beer?"

Wasted, I looked over at him and nodded yes. 

"How about ya slut?"

"Yeah, baby," she whispered. "I'm really parched."

"Hey, his dick's all wet. Why don't ya suck on that 'til I get back?"

Thankfully, she wasn't up for it anymore than I was at the moment. That wasn't the case for Randy. Spent for the moment, I was sitting on the floor with my back against the sofa. Randy let Ramona have a single swig of beer and then made her get up on all fours. He had her crawl up to me and then ordered her to "Suck on his god damned fucking dick, ya whore!" 

I thought he was going to fuck her again while she blew me, but instead he ate her ass out until she sucked life back into my flagging cock. Once she had me up, Randy moved around so she could suck on him. She alternated back and forth, from my cock to Randy's and back to mine, keeping me hard and getting a rise out of him.

Randy then lay on the floor and had her mount him. As soon as she had his cock up her snatch, Randy pulled her down. Pulling her ass cheeks apart, Randy turned to me and said, "Fuck this whore's ass!" As I moved in, I saw for the first time the little ying-yang tattoo on her right butt cheek near her asshole. 

That double-fuck was better than the first, at least for me. First of all, I was on top and not being crushed. But best of all, with her thin gut tightly shrouding my organ, it was sort of like having a condom on in the sense that I could really feel her vagina rippling as Randy fucked her. We screwed for fifteen minutes or so before Ramona had had enough.

"Stop! That's enough," she pleaded as her final orgasm began to fade. "Stop! Philadelphia! Please...enough. Philadelphia!"

I thought that Randy would say something like, "Tough shit, bitch. We ain't finished with ya yet." But Randy was uncharacteristically sensitive when he said, "Sure baby, Philadelphia. George, quit fucking her! She's had enough... Get your fucking dick out of her ass, man!" 

Later Randy told me that 'Philadephia' was their safe-word and when either of them said it during sex, especially rough sex, it was the signal to stop. I considered this and realized that it was a pretty good idea when things got a bit wild. Kaylee and I hadn't used a safe-word and once I had gone a little too far with the games I played with her nipples rings. After I actually hurt her, I couldn't tell if she was really suffering or just really turned on and I wouldn't let up until she was bleeding all over the place. 

I slept with the Burks that night. I figured that if Kaylee had come home, she might not want me hanging around. Best if we had a little distance between us and maybe she'd cool off a bit. I certainly had. When I woke up in the morning, Randy and Ramona were both sound asleep and I didn't wake them. Back at the apartment I discovered that Kaylee hadn't come home, or at least she hadn't slept there.

That afternoon when I called her at work she said, "I'm working, George. I can't talk to you now."

"We need to talk."

"We'll talk later."

"You didn't come home last night."

"Can you blame me?"

"What did I do?"

"You scared me to death, that's what! I thought you were going to beat me up."

"I wouldn't hurt you."

"You've hurt me before."

"That was sex. We got carried away."

"You got carried away."

"Look, I'm sorry." There I said it. I caught my girlfriend having sex with some proto- geezer and I'm the one apologizing. Unbelievable!

"Well, you should be."

"I said I'm sorry."

"Me too Baby," she said softly, the anger in voice having melted away. "Look, I gotta go. Why don't you come by tonight after Janet gets off?"

"Sure. Love you, babe."

"I love you too George. I love you with all my heart. Byyyye."



Getting to Know Kaylee Ch. 06



Ed Bailey shifted in his chair frowning. "Let me get this straight, George. You caught her red-handed giving some guy a blowjob behind your back, and you apologized to her?"

"Yeah. It was simplest, most direct way to clear the air."

"Clear the air?"

"Yeah. There was no question at all in my mind that we were going to have a different relationship than we had before. Up until then, I thought that I was pretty much using her, but it turned out that she was using me. I hadn't realized it, but actually it had been pretty much her way or the highway. I apologized to put her mind at ease. That way we could get it all out in the open and we could get on with our lives together."

"You lost me George."

"You know, every time I thought of her sucking off that old guy, I'd get hard. I still do. I got a big kick out of watching Randy and Ramona fuck. I had a fantastic time with the Burks and I knew that Kaylee and I could have fantastic times together too. 

"Once I had time to really think it through, I realized that I wasn't angry because she was having sex with some other dude. That excited me. Problem was that she had done it behind my back, without my knowledge. I simply decided that if she was having sex with another guy, I wanted to be there. I wanted to be in on her pleasure. Hell, I wanted to see her fucking other guys. 

"That night at the Holiday Inn? I brought Randy over to meet her. Fortunately it was a slow night. There was only one customer, but..." "Who's this?" asked Kaylee with surprise as Randy and I approached the front desk. "I thought..."

"Kaylee, this is Randy. He's one of our neighbors. You know, the guy I told you about." 

"Which guy?"

"The one with the incredible wife. I told you about her, Ramona. Walks around practically nude at the pool."

"Oh, yeah! Pleased to meet you Randy."

"The pleasure will be mine," he said with a lusty grin.

"Uh, George, I was hoping that we could talk... in private."

"What's to talk about?"

"Well, you know, the other night."

"Oh, yeah. Randy, the other night, I walked in on her sucking off..."

"George! Please!"

"Okay, okay, you tell him."

"George!"

"Relax. Randy already knows what a slut you are. So's Ramona. You both have a lot in common."

"George, I don't think..."

"Last night I made a deal with Randy. He let me fuck Ramona. Tonight, he gets to fuck you."

"George!"

"Cut the indignant act, Kaylee. We both know how you are. I understand you now. It's alright, I know that you love cock. So I brought Randy here as a present to you. You're gonna love what he does to you with his cock. 

While I walked behind the desk, Randy, as nasty as ever, had unzipped his shorts and had his cock hanging out. Kaylee's eyes seemed to glaze over as if she were in a trance as she studied his growing organ. My hand slid up her skirt and as I had anticipated, she was bare-bottomed underneath.

"She's all wet, Randy," I said bringing up my soaked fingers for his inspection.

"Tell me darling, do you need a good fucking? Of course you do. Now, show me what to do out here and I'll man the front desk while you two go in the office and get aquatinted."

As luck would have it, a traveler arrived looking for accommodations for the night. Randy deftly slipped his stiff pole back into his pants before the man got to the desk.

"Welcome to Holiday Inn, Sir!" I greeted. "How may I be of assistance?"

"Reservations for Tom Collins," said the burly black man with clear and perfect diction.

"Miss Broussard, would you be so kind and take care of this gentleman."

Kaylee went into action and as she did, I observed what she was doing on her computer. 

"How many adults?" she asked.

"Just me," said the guest.

"Here it is. King, smoking room, one adult. How do you want to pay for this?"

"Cash."

"Very well, that'll be $85.95."

The black man opened his wallet, pausing a moment as he studied his cash on hand. "Uh, if it's not too much trouble, Miss, I think I'll put it on my credit card.

"No problem sir," she replied cheerily as she reached for his plastic. 

A few moments later, she had processed his credit card, coded his room key, and he was on his way. 

Confident that I could handle a simple check in, I said to Kaylee, "That's simple enough, I can handle this. Now why don't take a little break with Randy in the office and let him stuff that slut snatch of yours."

"George, I..."

"I'll watch the front desk while you two suck and screw," I reassured her as I led her into the manager's office. Once inside, I made sure that the chime system was on. Tossing a handful of condoms onto the desk, I ordered, "Take your clothes off."

"George, I can't..."

"Goddamnit! I'll take care of the front desk! We want you naked. Now strip!"

Before Kaylee had her top off, Randy was buck-naked, but then again, he only had a pair of shorts and a muscle shirt. I lent a hand and soon I had her sitting up on the desk naked, with her legs spread open.

"Who did you fuck today?" I asked while fingering her wet pussy.

"George, I..."

"Who did you fuck?"

"Just Mr. Lopez."

"Lopez, the motel manager?"

"Yes."

"You fuck him everyday?"

Biting her lower lip, Kaylee nodded her head.

"Hear that Randy, she fucks the motel manager everyday. You fuck that skinny black guy, the night clerk too. Don't you? That's what I thought. Well, from now on, you're going to fuck Randy too, plus anybody else that I want you to fuck."

DING!

"I'll be right back," I said, "but there's no need to wait for me."

Stepping out into the lobby, I saw the black man who had just checked in standing at the desk, glowering. 

"Yes, sir! Can I help you?"

"Just what do you think you're doing?" he demanded.

"Pardon?"

"Just because I'm black, you gave me a dirty room?"

"Dirty? I'm so sorry, sir. That room should have been clean. Ummm, let me see if we have another room." I followed the menus and found another king, smoking room. This wasn't as simple as a check in, so I made some notations on a pad so that Kaylee could straighten things out on her computer later. Thankfully, the key card machine was pretty straightforward, just enter the room number, number of days and swipe the card. After a few minutes, the big guy was placated and on his way again. 

When I slipped back into the manager's office, Kaylee was still sitting up on the desk, leaning back, resting on her elbows. Randy was grasping her under the knees to hold her open, his bearded face buried between her legs, slurping away at her pussy. It was hard to tell where his bearded face ended and her bushy pubis began. Her legs were quivering and she was tugging at her nipple rings while he ate her out. I could tell by her undulating stomach and her pained expression that she was in the midst of an orgasm.

Kaylee let out a howl. Releasing her tormented teats, she fell back onto the desk panting and tried to twist away from Randy's rapacious tongue. 

Randy's head popped up from her snatch, his beard wet with pussy juice also displayed several whitish clots matting his facial hair. Licking his lips, he mimicked one of those forensic smart-asses on Law and Order stating, "I'd say she got fucked no more than two hours ago, without a rubber."

That's when it struck me. I thought back to when I first started fucking her and she pulled the results of her public health STD's report from the manager's desk. The report was in his desk because Lopez was fucking her bare back and wanted to be sure that she was clean.

Randy pulled her off the desk, and sitting in the manager's chair, pulled her to him. Immediately she went down on her knees, kneeling between his out stretched legs. Fondling his cock, Kaylee looked back at me with a questioning look on her face.

"It's alright, darling. I want you to suck him. Hell, I know damned good and well that you want to suck him too. So go on, have some fun."

I stood off to the side of the chair where I could get a good view. Kaylee nuzzled into his crotch, rubbing his dick and his balls all over her face, becoming intoxicated on his funky aroma. It was fascinating to watch her actually get high on the smell of his crotch. Turning her head to the right and with a near-crazed look in her eyes, she looked at me and began slobbering all over Randy's dick. Her eyes were still smiling at me when after a thorough dick licking, his saliva drenched cock slowly slipped between her sultry lips. I nearly came in my shorts.

DING!

"Be right back," I muttered as I reluctantly tore myself away from the show.

Out at the front desk were two young teenaged girls, both dressed in bikinis. The older of the two whispered something to the other girl and they both started giggling.

"May I help you?" I said in a near whisper.

"Ummmm, do you have change for the coke machine," asked the older girl holding up a ten-dollar bill, while her companion surreptitiously peeked over the counter.

"Uh, sure, let me see," I said as I tried to figure out how to open the cash drawer. After what seemed like forever, I managed to figured it out. The drawer popped open suddenly, striking my blatant hard-on that was tenting out my flimsy gym shorts. Both girls broke out in a new fit of giggles. My face must have become beet red when I realized what the two girls were giggling about. 

Taking their change, the two girls ran out, chatting to each other in a most animated way. I had no doubt about what they were discussing.

Returning to manger's office, I was just in time to see Kaylee, lying on the desk, holding onto her ankles as Randy stepped between her legs. Putting his bare cock to her pussy, I asked, "Aren't you going to use a condom?" 

"Naw! She's clean!"

"How do you know that?"

"Ramona," he grunted as he shoved his cock into her to his balls. 

"Ramona?" I asked to no one in particular, certainly not Randy who was now totally preoccupied with putting it to Kaylee. Later I found out that Ramona had friend who worked at the public health department. So much for the confidentially of private records! 

"Hmmm, nice pussy!" complimented Randy. "That's it baby, squeeze when I pull out..." Randy began an unhurried, steady fuck. "Damn, you've done this before," he added with a chuckle. As he screwed her, his lazy pace was punctuated at intervals with bouts of savage thrusts, causing her to gasp and cry out with pleasure. Thrusting into her hard, he hissed, "What a fuckin' pussy! Girl, I like the way ya work that fuckbox. So does my happy cock!" 

With great interest and a raging hard on, I watched as his glistening cock reciprocated between her pouting pussy lips. Despite my plan to just to watch Randy screw her and cover the front desk for her, my dick felt like it was going to pop a gasket if it didn't get some immediate relief. Dropping my shorts, I motioned to Randy to reposition her so I could get a little too.

Randy pulled out of her juicing cunt with the sound similar that that of a boot coming loose from the mud. He moved her lengthwise across the desk and crammed it home again. 

I climbed up on the desk and balancing my self against the wall, rammed my cock down her throat. Fucking her throat like that, it didn't take very long before I felt that old feeling in my groin, but before I reached the point of no-return...DING!

"Aw fuck," I cursed as I continued to fuck her throat. Another dozen stokes, my balls erupted, sending a full load of cum directly into her stomach. As soon as I stopped cumming, I jumped up and put my shorts back on to tend to the front desk.

Stepping outside, there wasn't anyone there. I shrugged and ducked back into the manager's office.

Randy had her off the desk and with two fistfuls of her hair, he was roughly face fucking her while she knelt. After a few deep strokes, he pulled his cock back, just enough for her to workover his cock crown with her tongue stud for a few moments, then he was ramming it down her throat again. Randy had a pained expression as he struggled to hold off as long as he possibly could. 

"Hold her head!" he rasped pulling his dick from her mouth. I held her head while he jacked his cock. "Open up slut!" Three more strokes of his hand and he was shooting off into her open mouth. It was so nasty to watch his cum squirting from his prick and into her mouth that my own dick shot into a fully erect posture. 

Once Randy's copious flow had slowed to a trickle, I pulled her up and bent her over the desk. In a flash my shorts were down around my ankles and my cock was pressing into her brown star.

DING!

"Aw, fuck!" I cursed. 

"What is your name?" angrily demanded the burly black guy as soon as I emerged from the office.

"Now what?" I asked politely as possible, trying my best not to provoke the big bastard.

"I'm going to report you!" 

"Oh, hell,' I thought to myself. I knew then that I had a problem on my hands, a real problem, and if I weren't careful, Kaylee could get fired. "I'm sorry, sir. What seems to be the problem? Mr... Mr. Collins, isn't it?"

"Yes, I'm Collins and I'm tired of you people jacking me around!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm still not sure what you're talking about."

"That second room. It was worse than the first. Room reeks with the smell of sex! The bed is unmade. The sheets are soiled, badly soiled. It is evident that someone was recently fucking in that bed!" I didn't know it then, but I had inadvertently given him the room Lopez used to entertain the maids and Kaylee. 

"Well, I..."

"Who are you? Where's that girl, Miss Broussard?"

"Uh, she's on break. I'm covering for her."

"So who the hell are you?"

"Well, I'm new and..."

"New? Dressed like that? I'm gonna have somebody's hide for this! You better find the desk clerk!"

"I'll give you another room, sir, at no charge."

Collins boldly stepped behind the desk and started typing on the computer. 

"Sir, you can't do that!"

"I'm a quality control inspector for Holiday Inn Systems, and this facility is unacceptable! Now where's the god damned desk clerk?"

The gig was up! I had nothing to lose, so I did what I always did when I was cornered, I acted boldly.

"She's in the manager's office."

Collins stepped towards the office door, but I blocked his path. Inches from me, I felt very small in comparison. "You look like a reasonable man," I said evenly. "The desk clerk, she's my girlfriend. How about if you forget this whole thing."

"Why would I do that?"

"The desk clerk...she's... How'd you like to dip your wick in that? Want her to suck your dick? How would you like to fuck her all night?"

A sneering grin spread across his very black face. "I'm listening."

" I'm sure you'll find her eager to please, eager to satisfy you."

"Ed, you should have seen them, little petite Kaylee and that big black SOB. He must've played tackle in college. That big-dicked bastard really screwed the hell out of her. Then at ten, when Pete-the-night-clerk got there, he had at her too, just like he did almost every night. She sucked and fucked the four of us until well after midnight, one, two, three at a time. She loved it! So did I. Afterwards, we went home and madly screwed until three AM."

"You let a black guy screw her?" asked Ed incredulously. 

"Why not? She was already screwing Pete. Only real problem was she was a sloppy fuck for nearly a week afterwards, but after that..."

"Damn!" 

"Like I said Ed, I love my wife and she loves me. We both love sex for the sake of sex, lustful sex, gleeful debauchery, sport fucking if you will and we enjoy seeing the other have a really good time, the nastier, the better." 

The intercom crackled to life and the sing song voice of Demona, now Ed's personal secretary, filled the office. "Mr. Bailey. Mr. Vinter's wife is here to meet him for lunch."

"Send her in," I replied.

Kaylee breezed through the door, as pretty as ever with her natural tan, her blue eyes flashing, and a sultry "come-fuck-me" smile on her glistening lips. Her long black hair, flowing down past her shoulder, bounced as she walked. Strutting like a runway model in her high heeled "slut-pumps", she wore a slinky blue silk dress that clung to her every curve. It was one of my favorite dresses, with a neckline that plunged halfway to her navel, it was obvious that she was braless. Except for the halter tie around her neck, the dress was backless to show off her tattoo on the small of her back and just a hint of her butt crack. I knew full well that she was also sans-panties, as she never wore panties except when she was menstruating. My darling wife, she turned heads that's for sure, the consummate slut, always ready and eager to have a hard cock shoved into her.

"Darling, you look marvelous!" I said. 

Kaylee twirled, the short dress flaring out and giving Ed a glimpse of what was, or rather what wasn't, underneath. "Thank you, George. You're so sweet to notice."

"Ed and I have been discussing the incident that was reported in the paper this weekend and how it might effect my promotion to Divisional Manager."

"That's right, Honey," said Ed as he lustfully sized her up, unconsciously licking his lips. "George has explained everything to me. That is, everything that I need to know. 

"George, the way I see it, it was really shameful behavior on the part of the press, printing a story like that and getting the names all mixed up. Good thing that you and your wife were at my lake cottage, spending the weekend with Silva and me. Otherwise there might be a real problem."

Ed and I looked each other in the eye, he had an unmistakable gleam in his eyes. Unspoken, and with just the slightest of nods, we had an understanding. Ed cleared his throat. Hitting the button to the intercom, he croaked, "Demona, hold my calls."

I glanced over at Kaylee and as our eyes met, I nodded my head towards Ed. Kaylee gave me that sly smile of hers, a sly smile that caused my cock to stir. Stepping around Ed's desk, she pressed up against him, planting a smoldering kiss. Her hands immediately settled on the bulge in his suit pants. 

"Eddie, you're such a sweet, sweet man," she purred. "Mmmm, I just love a nice hard man." Unbuckling his belt, she mused in voice husky with desire, "You don't mind do you, but I like my men naked, completely naked. Naked and available."

P.S.

I still didn't get the damned promotion after whoring out my slut wife to my boss, but at least I didn't get my ass fired. Would you believe he decided that he really didn't want to go to Corporate after all, but instead, he requested that he remain as the Divisional Manager until he retires in a few years. Told them something about that in life, money isn't everything. 

Oh well, Ed's really not such a bad guy; he could have fired my ass! Besides, Kaylee thinks he cute. But Silva, his wife! Ugh! The things a guy's got to do! But like my dad said, "Son, there's no such thing as bad pussy, only good pussy, better pussy and great pussy." Guess that applies to old dick suckers too.