2 comments/ 79249 views/ 4 favorites Kenny: Mother of the Bride By: Collectable Kenny was totally frustrated as he charged off the elevator and almost ran to his room. Frustrated and horny as he'd been in months. And on the verge of having blue balls. He had considered calling one of the girls from the reception and decided against it, but he knew he needed relief. It only took him a couple of minutes to shed his tuxedo and underwear before stepping into the shower. He hated the thought of a cold shower, but even a hot one soon had him feeling a little relieved. He was still half-hard and every time he thought of Kathy the problem got worse. He stroked his hardness as he toweled dry and considered bringing himself relief, but decided to wait. He replayed the events of the past week. He knew he had a thing for older women and he had been enchanted by Kathy from the first time Charles and Cindy had brought their two families together to get acquainted. Kathy's smile reminded him of Julia Roberts and her figure, though usually well concealed, was obviously attractive. But Kathy hadn't seemed interested in him when they first met so the last two days had presented some surprises. She had flirted with him and teased him at the rehearsal and at the rehearsal dinner almost as though her husband, Frank, were somewhere else. He'd listened with amusement and fascination, from across the table, to the stories she told at the rehearsal dinner. About growing up on the family horse ranch in Kentucky and her whirlwind romance with Frank. And he'd heard Frank's somewhat sarcastic remarks about 'saving her' from spinsterhood on a horse farm. Kenny smiled as he remembered the distraction of feeling strong fingers caressing his thigh under the table. He smiled at the delicious redhead, Rebecca, sitting beside him. She was one of Cindy's best friends and an accomplished violinist. She was also an outrageous flirt and they had exchanged some amusing double entendres throughout the meal. He recalled the tiny ladybug tattoo on her freckled shoulder and frowned at the recollection of the wedding band on her slender finger. Ordinarily he would have chatted her up anyway, but he was focused on Kathy. When he put his hand on Rebecca's under the table he found a slip of paper tucked between her fingers. And when he gently moved her hand to cover his hard cock, he'd won a firm squeeze, and a small smile from her bright red cupid lips. Only when he found the slip in his pocket the next morning did he discover that it contained her e-mail address. He'd spent a couple of minutes e-mailing Rebecca about how much he enjoyed her performance and how he looked forward to seeing more of her. His brother's wedding at the Ritz Carlton Buckhead had been a thing of beauty, artfully staged by Cindy's mother, Kathy, who had pulled out all the stops. All the guests were raving about the bride and the ceremony and the decorations and what a good job Kathy and her coordinator had done and how beautiful she and the bride were. Now, Kenny debated what he might have done differently with Kathy. He'd danced with the bride and all of the bridesmaids at the reception and half of them had invited him to see them home. Even some of the better-looking wives, young or somewhat older, had pressed themselves close to him and enjoyed what they felt while they danced. And a couple of them had managed to leave him with a phone number or an e-mail address. The reception was outstanding, and bound to make the A-list for the season. But the reception had also been Kenny's greatest trial. Besides dancing with the bride and the girls and the wives, he had managed several dances with Kathy. And, despite his efforts to maintain a virtuous distance between them while they danced, she had managed to press against him several times and teased him about being so standoffish. "You don't seem to mind holding Holly close," she had taunted. "Do you think she feels better than I do?" He had told her frankly and honestly, that she was the best looking woman at the wedding, including the bride, and that he was having a hell of a time maintaining a gentlemanly decorum. She had responded with a little giggle as she pressed her firm stomach tight against his loins. He couldn't help but wonder if she knew what she was doing to him and if she was enjoying it. His mother had asked him to stay and help Kathy make sure everything was closed down at the reception hall so she and his father could drive home earlier. He jumped at the chance to spend a couple more hours with Kathy, despite his frustration. When the last of the guests had left, Kenny found himself alone with Kathy and her husband, Frank, who had been guzzling drinks all evening. It was obvious that Frank was almost out on his feet. Kenny mostly stood around admiring her as she arranged for last minute gifts to be secured for the night and settled details with the caterer. When she finished, she looked bushed. "Would you like me to help you get Frank to your room?" "Oh, God, Kenny, I hate to bother you, but it really would be a help. I've never see him drink so much." Together they half-dragged, half-carried Frank to the room. Kenny had propped the fading father-of-the-bride up while Kathy peeled off his tux and shoes and turned down the bedcovers. Frank was sound asleep by the time his body hit the bed. When Frank was covered with a sheet, Kathy had turned to Kenny and surprised him by hugging him tight. "Thanks for everything, you darling man. I'm sorry for being such a tease tonight." She paused. "I hope you aren't angry. Can you forgive me?" She found herself hoping he would hug her back. "My lovely lady, I couldn't be upset with you if I tried. Frustrated, maybe, but not angry." And he forced himself to resist the temptation to caress her back and bottom. "Frank will be out of it 'til noon, I'm afraid. Would you like to meet me for breakfast in the lobby?" He jumped at the offer. "I'd love to. And you can call me in room 817 if you need help with anything." She pressed her head against his chest and hugged him again. "Thank you, my knight in shining armor." He'd heard her chain the door shut as he turned to the elevator. He wondered if she was really sorry about teasing him, if she even realized how much she was exciting him. In some ways she seemed so innocent and naïve. Now he was alone in his room. Not at all sleepy. It was desperation that made him dig out his DVD player and one of his favorite flicks. He started to skim through the early scenes of "The Honeymooners." Kathy's heart was racing as she stormed out of her room. She had showered and dressed for a 'second honeymoon' with Frank. But nothing she'd been able to do had roused him out of his drunken stupor. Furious and desperate she'd piled her hair on her head and pined it down with the bright green rain hat. Now she was fighting anxiety as she searched down the hall on the eighth floor. Was it anxiety or apprehension? Would he welcome her or would he find some way to put her off? What if he wasn't alone? What if he really wasn't interested in seeing her? What if she was too old for him? What if she changed her mind? She told herself again that this might be her last chance to break out of the mental prison that Frank had confined her to for the past 20 years. The confinement of virtual celibacy. Then she knocked on the door with a trembling hand and steeled herself. Kenny was barely through the credits when he heard her soft knock on the door. He moved quickly to look out the peep hole on the door. All he could see was a bright green rain hat, but he knew it was her. He opened the chain and the door and she looked up at him apparently on the verge of tears and wrapped tight in her green plastic coat. "Come in." And she was in his room, the door locked. "Are you alright?" She nodded. "Is Frank okay?" She nodded again. "Then why are you here?" Kathy held out her arms. "Will you hold me?" she almost sobbed. And she was in his arms, her warm body pressed tight against his while his arms circled her and held her tight against him. "Promise not to laugh?" she whispered, pressing her forehead against his chin. "Of course." She decided to go for broke. "I want you to teach me about making love." Kenny could hardly believe his ears. One of the prettiest, most desirable women he knew was asking him to fulfill his fantasies with her. What a temptation. But he wanted to be sure she understood what she was asking. "I can't do that." Kathy's heart plunged at the rejection. He heard her small sob as she sagged against him. She almost collapsed and he feared she might have fainted. Her worst fears seemed to be coming true. She tried to push away, but he held her tight. "I'm sorry, it was a mistake," she almost cried. "I'd better go." "Wait," he held her close. "I can't teach you about making love. But if you want to learn about having fucking and sucking and enjoying the delights of fantastic sex, I'd love to join you." He saw the message sink in and a smile lighted her face. "Oh, Kenny," she beamed. Then she was holding his face in her hands and kissing his face and neck again and again. Joy flooded over her mixed with her feelings of doubt about her ability to please him. "Are you sure you can trust me?" His hands caressed her back and waist down to her hips. "I knew it even before tonight," she gushed. "And when you helped me with Frank without making any sort of pass, I was even more sure. Just the fact that you asked is more proof." And she kissed him again, an enthusiastic but almost chaste kiss on his mouth. "Then there are a couple of things you need to understand, my darling." And now his hands were cupping and squeezing her firm bottom holding her loins tight against him. Bright eyes turned up to him with a questioning look. "If you change your mind for any reason, just say 'stoplight' or 'red light' and I'll quit whatever I'm doing and let you go to your room. The second thing is that everything we say and do: the promises we make, the love we profess, the little lies we tell, will disappear ten minutes after we part. No commitments, just a delightful fantasy. And the third thing is that we won't refuse anything the other suggests just because we haven't done it or because nice girls don't do it." He paused to let her process his comments. "Agreed?" "Oh yes, my darling." It was everything she had hoped for. And she kissed him again, the same dry, chaste kiss," her arms tight around his neck. And she realized her nipples were already hard as jelly beans and her mind was full of visions. Kenny kissed her forehead and cheeks and eyelids. The rich fragrance of her perfume seduced him as it had at the reception. His kisses and little bites trailed down one side of her throat and up the other feeling her furious pulse. His lips moved over her cheeks and eyelids and ears. And her soft moans and eager hugs told him she was getting even more turned on. "Stick out your tongue," he told her and smiled at the confusion in her eyes. Her tongue was long and pink and tempting. "Now keep sticking it out." And he began licking and kissing around her mouth, letting the tip of his tongue glance against hers. He felt her shudder when he closed his lips over her tongue and sucked on it while lapping it with his own. Then her mouth opened and her tongue was stabbing at his, her stomach crushing against the hardness inside his robe. She shuddered again and again as he squeezed her hard bottom. And her soft groans told him she might have come. As Kathy calmed down, a low sound, like a foghorn, sighed through the room. "What's that?" "I was just starting a movie," he explained. And he held her close as he led her to the sofa. "Is that 'The Honeymooners?'" she almost laughed as she looked at the ship on the screen. "How did you know that?" "It's part of the reason I'm here," she leaned against him. "The bridesmaids gave Cindy a copy at her shower. "I only got to sneak a couple of peeks at it then, but later I snooped in her drawers and found it hidden under her panties." She remembered feeling cheated when she watched it. For almost twenty years Frank had told her that sex was only for procreation and that one child was all they needed, all they could afford. And she trusted him. "When I watched it I realized just how much I've missed with Frank. "I wanted to do those things, say those things, feel the way those girls feel. I knew it was only make believe, but I wanted it to be real. I thought I might get Frank turned on tonight, but you see how far that got me. And I thought of you again and knew I had to ask for your help." "Did the movie excite you?" "More than I've ever been excited before." "That line about Holly, while we were dancing, was from the movie, wasn't it?" He challenged her. Kathy blushed a little bit. "Yes it was. Will you forgive me?" Kenny turned her to him. "Of course I will, my darling." He hugged her waist. "Let's take off that hat and coat." She tossed the hat on the couch and let her long blonde hair tumble half way down her back. Her warm gold-flecked eyes were bright with excitement. When she removed the coat he couldn't believe his eyes. Her voluptuous body was covered only by a sheer, pale yellow baby-doll with spaghetti straps over her shoulders and a lacy vee at one hip that reached above her navel to reveal another spaghetti strap holding her thong panties in place. Hard nipples pushed the top into exciting peaks. Long, slender thighs and well-shaped calves stretched up on her pale yellow heels. "My god," he gasped. A little look of concern crossed her face. "Is something wrong?" "You're even more gorgeous than I imagined." "I'm glad," she beamed. Then she cupped her firm, proud boobs through the sheer fabric. "Do you think my breasts are too big?" "How can you ask that? They're perfect." "Well Frank told me once that they make me look like a cow." "Don't believe it for a minute. Frank is wrong." And Frank is a dumb ass who certainly doesn't deserve you, he thought. He pulled her close to kiss her and was pleased that she met him with an open mouth and an eager tongue that dueled frantically with his own. Warm hands flowed over her back and arms and bottom as she pressed against him. "Caress my chest," he whispered when they ended the kiss. Her hands ran over his chest and her breath became a little ragged. "Under my robe," he commanded gently. "She was quick to comply and her hands were warm and firm against him. When her fingers ran over his hard nipples she giggled, "Does this mean you're excited?" He ran his hand over one of her breasts to find her nipple as hard as a little rock. "Does this mean you're excited?" "Oh yes," she almost sobbed. And when he slipped one strap off her shoulder she shuddered. Too far gone to stop, she thought. Too excited to want to stop. Hesitantly she let her thigh slip between his to feel the hardness there. "Is this what you wanted?" And she knew it was. "Oh yes. And more." Kenny squeezed one perfect breast that slightly overflowed his hand and gently pinched the hard nipple to feel her tremble in his arms. "Kiss my chest the way you want me to kiss you." She quickly leaned forward and pushed his robe aside so her lips and tongue could salute his hard chest while he continued to hold her close with one hand and caress her beautiful boob with the other. When she reached his nipple, she flicked it with her tongue and squeezed it with her lips. Then she surprised him by biting him gently. "Pretend we're on our honeymoon and undress for me." He watched, enchanted, as she stepped back and let her hands move halfway down her thighs to the hem of her top. Eyes bright and breath growing ragged, she pulled it up slowly, revealing a long, slender waist above flaring hips, creamy skin showing just the barest blush of tan. The yellow patch of bikini dipped out of sight between her long, firm legs and Kenny noticed it was already very damp. She was almost panting. "Do you like my breasts, darling?" Her voice trembled as she cupped them up invitingly when the top was discarded. "Your titties are perfect," he proclaimed. And he was pleased to see her excitement increase at his crude words. "And your long slender legs are gorgeous." Kathy moved toward him. "Don't you want to kiss them?" He did want to and his lips and tongue licked and sucked and nibbled every inch of her beautiful chest. Her pulse was throbbing. "Oh yes, Kenny, That feels so good. "She couldn't believe her ears as she said, "And you can bite them, if you want to." He felt her shudder as his teeth clamped one hard nipple and then he let her press her warmth against his chest. "Tell me what excited you about the movie." Her lips caressed his neck for a moment and she whispered against his throat. "I loved the look in Anna's eyes when she was kissing Don." "You mean when she was pretending to be his slut?" "Oh, yes." "And kissing his prick?" "Oh yes." "Would you like to be my slut for a little bit?" "Oh, yes," she hesitated then added, "Master." He held her away far enough to look into her eyes and study the excitement there. "Then kneel down, my little slut." Kathy was on her knees in an instant with her hands caressing his legs under his robe and her cheek pressed hard against the front of his robe. He untied his belt and slipped the robe off his shoulders. "Oh my," she gasped at the sight of him. She remembered how small Frank had been on their honeymoon, how small he was still on those rare occasions when she caught him in the nude. Kenny was longer. And thicker. And harder. "Are you okay" "You're so big," she beamed up at him. "Are you alright with that?" She pressed her cheek against his hardness, "Oh yes, lover. You're so beautiful and hot and hard." "Then kiss my cock, you sweet little cunt." He watched fascinated as she hugged his legs and pressed her breasts against his thighs while she caressed his tower with each cheek. Her red lips were as wide and inviting as Julia Roberts' but her first kiss was almost tentative, dry lips pressed against the hard knob. Then she looked up at him with an impish grin and made a show of working her mouth to gather spit. She held out her tongue to let him see the pool of liquid. And her tongue reached out again and again to wash the length of his rod from base to tip. Long fingers cupped his balls then moved to circle his cock and pump it gently. She looked up at him and smiled, then opened her lips and circled the tip of his prick with her mouth. She was reveling in doing the things the girls in the movie had done. Loving it. The warmth and motion were enough to make him flex in her mouth and he moaned. "That's great, my little bitch," he muttered. "Wonderful cocksucker." And she moved her bright lips down until half his length was in her mouth. "Such a hot little cunt." He could feel her tongue struggling to caress him and, when she backed off, he almost reached for her head to hold her fast. Then she was taking him again. And soon she was gripping him in her lips as she bobbed up and down on his hardness. "God that feels wonderful." He had to force himself to stop her. "Enough for now, my darling. You're a wonderful cocksucker, but I want something more for you." He took her hands and lifted her to her feet. "I didn't get to taste your semen," she pouted, playfully. "You'll get a chance to swallow my cum later, my hot slut. But right now I want to throw you on the bed and eat your adorable pussy." She beat him to the bed and looked to him for directions. He knelt to strip off her dripping panties. He tugged at the elastic around her waist and pulled the flimsy patch down her legs and tossed it away. He felt her shudder as he ran his hands over her tempting legs before he laid her on the bed with her feet stretching toward the floor and lay down beside her on one elbow. She moaned as his leg touched hers, little gasps puffing from her lips. "You are so exciting, such a pretty bush over your hot pussy." He kissed her face and shoulders, running his hands over the smooth flesh of her arms and shoulders and neck, before moving to her full breasts. His bites brought excited yips from her. "Do you like?" Kenny: Mother of the Bride "Oh, yes, Master." "Then talk to me, my slut. Guide me, encourage me. Help me make it everything you want it to be." He had to fight for control to avoid rushing. "Oh, bite my bre . . . my titties, Master. Oh, yes, like that. Yes, Master. You can bite harder. Frank will never notice. Oh, God, that feels exciting, darling Master. And put your finger in my vag...pussy." He felt her shudder again and laid his cheek against her boob and ran his fingers over the brush that topped her hot mound and tease inside those hot lips. Kathy couldn't believe how excited she was, how marvelous his touch felt. How hot he was making her. Then he trailed kisses across the flat of her firm stomach, darting his tongue into her navel and milking whimpers from her perfect lips. When he rose from the bed she cried out, "Don't leave me, Master." "We're only getting started, my hot little puss." He pushed her knees apart and knelt between them. The puff of blonde curls matched the color of her hair and he ran his chin over the curly nest. "You have a beautiful pussy, my little slut." He leaned forward to kiss her stomach again and quickly moved his attention to her thighs, kissing down to her knee on one leg and up to her stomach on the other while his hands caressed her calves and thighs. "And you smell delectable." "Oh, yes, Master, that feels so good." And she spread her thighs to give him better access to her heat. He brushed her hair with his tongue and moved his licking and kissing to the deep valleys between her puss and her thighs bringing little sobs of pleasure from her lips. When he began to nip at the lips of her love nest she was writhing. "Oh, yes, yes, yes. Kiss my pussy, lover." And her moans and whimpers told him that his tongue was working magic on her body. He ran his tongue along the inside of those firm lips and discovered that she tasted as good as she looked. Then he was licking deeper into that delightful warmth; his tongue searching the inside of those precious lips, and her moans filled his ears. She sobbed aloud when he flicked against her rising clit. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Right there, lover, oh yes, lick my button. Pinch it." And then her body was thrashing on the bed as she shuddered through a prolonged orgasm. When she had recovered he moved up to kiss her and let her taste her delicious juices on his face and tongue. "Can you taste why I love to eat you?" Then he stood. "Do you remember the scene when Anna and Tim made love on the balcony, my darling?" She paused for a moment then smiled up at him. "Oh, yes, Master. It made me so hot." He took her hands and pulled her upright. "Then go to the window, my precious bitch." He led her to the window and pulled open the drapes. The lights of Lenox Square sparkled on the ground far below and the skyline of Atlanta glittered across the horizon. He kissed her and caressed her back and firm bottom before turning her to lean against the window. He pulled her hips back against him, his rod pressed between her slender thighs. And his hands crept around her to squeeze and pinch her pendant breasts and caress her chest and stomach and pouting mound. "Put my aching cock in your hot puss, bitch." And he slapped her hard on her firm ass. Kathy whimpered as she reached behind her legs to grasp his prick. Her strong fingers curled around his exciting hardness and lead it to the lips of her sweltering cunt. "Oh, yes, Master. You feel so wonderful. So big. Fuck my hot pussy," she begged. And then he thrust deep into her, hands holding her hips as she bucked against him hungrily, her cunt grasping at him. "So long, Master, so long, so full, so wonderful," she groaned. And after a few thrusts she was pleading, "Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." And he did, plunging into her again and again as she whimpered and gasped her joy at the fullness he gave her, the sense of renewal. Of release. He reached around her waist and pressed one finger into her steaming cunt until her body shook violently and she almost collapsed against the window. And he had to half carry her to the bed. "Wonderful, wonderful," she muttered as they lay together later her lush hip pressed against his. "Even more delightful than I imagined. You are more wonderful than all the things I heard about you." She paused, "And I love you with all my heart." "You heard about me?" "Of course, darling. You do know that girls sometimes kiss and tell too." "Tell me what you heard." "Well," she paused and then forged ahead, "when Cindy and her friends were partying, some of the girls told stories about you and teased Cindy that they hoped, for her sake, that Charles was as good a lover as you are. And..."She hesitated. "Go on." "At the reception I heard a couple of the older ladies talking in the restroom and one of them expressed the same sort of hope for Cindy. She said her friend had almost left her husband after sharing a fantasy with you." "And you believed her?" "You've proved that they were all telling the truth about you." He thought about his relationship with his brother, Charles. They hadn't talked about girls for years, not even when Charles announced his engagement. So far as he knew their father hadn't said much about sex to either of the boys. But Kenny knew Charles hadn't had the delightful education that he'd gotten from Vicki. "I love, you my darling," he ran his hand over her rich breast. "And I want you again and again and again." "Oh, Kenny, my darling, I love you and I want you, too. I love the feel of your hard cock in my hungry puss. Do you suppose we could make love again?" "If you'll give me a little help with your delicious kisses." She didn't hesitate to turn so her lips and fingers could reach his cock. Kisses and licks and gentle sucking and pumping soon had him as hard as could be. "Darling," she whispered. "Yes, my love." "May I be on top this time?" "I'd love that." And he lay back in delight as she swung one long slender leg over his waist and rose to sit gently on his stomach. He ran his hands over her arms and her waist, loving the feel of the tiny hairs that covered her skin. Then he reached for her breasts and squeezed the nipples. "You are the sexiest woman in the world. Your titties are sensational. You're the best little slut. And the greatest fucker," he smiled. "Oh, thank you, Master," she beamed. Then Kathy rose slightly and reached between her thighs. She found his rigid tool and guided it to her drooling twat. Her hips moved back and she was moaning gently until his hard prick was buried to the hilt in her heat and wetness. "Oh God, I love you, my delightful monster," she moaned as her puss gripped him. "Fantastic," he groaned. "I love you, darling, love your twat. Love to feel you fucking me." He pinched her nipples and she cried out a delighted whimper. And she moved up until he was about to pop out of her before plunging down again. She rode him to a couple of orgasms before picking up her pace. Up and down, faster and faster, harder and harder as he bucked up into her grasping cave. She pressed one hand into his chest and waived the other over her head and he remembered her stories about riding in a junior rodeo. "Ride him, cowgirl," he encouraged. A look of rapture flashed across her face as she bucked more fiercely. "Oh, yes. Oh yes, Daddy. Coming, Daddy. Yes, Yes, Yes," she almost screamed. And then a massive orgasm racked her tight body. "Cumming, Cummiiiiiiing, Cummmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiig." And she wrapped her arms around her head as she sagged into his hands while his happy cock pumped and pumped and pumped into her heat. It was almost eleven when he rolled out of bed and began to dress. She smiled as he tugged her to her feet and she complained gently about having to leave him. Kenny dug into his suitcase and found three of his favorite films, He delighted in his good fortune as he watched her put on her clothes before giving her the movies, "To feed your fantasies," and promised to meet her for breakfast. Then he suggested how she should prepare for her arrival in the breakfast room. And they shared a lingering kiss before he walked her to the elevator and back to her room. Sleep came easily on the waves of happy thoughts about Kathy. The next morning Kenny showered and dressed before checking his e-mail. He was a little surprised to find a message from Rebecca, the beautiful violinist from the wedding. He was even more surprised at her enclosures. "Hi, Kenny," she said. "I'm glad you enjoyed our time together, brief and innocent as it was. I'd love to see more of you, too. Hope you enjoy the pictures (attached) that my husband shot for me (the real thing is even better, ha ha). Love, Rebecca." The first picture was a professional quality pose showing her nude body, seated with her hands covering her breasts and her chin on her shoulder where it called attention to the tiny ladybug tattoo. Long slender legs. The second photo showed her naked body, almost pink with freckles, pressed tight against the equally beautiful body of a dark-haired girl whose hand was cupping one of Rebecca's firm ass cheeks. The girls were obviously humping each other's slender thighs and their ripe breasts flattened against each other. The third shot was of Rebecca beaming at the camera while long arms circled her from behind. One black hand was cupping a naked breast, huge fingers pinching the pink nipple, and the other hand covered her mound, the long fingers nestled deep between her freckled thighs. The man's face was buried where her slender neck met her shoulder. Her face radiated ecstasy. Kenny shut down his computer and headed for breakfast. He was enjoying superb coffee and looking at the Investors Business Daily when he heard the hush. He looked up to see Kathy following the host toward his table. Kenny glanced around and confirmed that every eye in the room was on her. She glided over the carpet in a sheer blue and rose flowered dress, her long legs sheathed in light blue hose above bright blue heels. Her breasts rising proudly. Kenny rose and kissed her cheek. "You look radiant," he beamed. When she was seated, Kenny leaned forward. "You outdid yourself. Every man in the room is lusting for your gorgeous body." She looked a little flustered when he added, "And some of the women, too." "Thank you, kind sir," she beamed. "I left a note for Frank that I was having breakfast and going shopping." "Did you sleep well?" "Remarkably well." "And did you have pleasant dreams?" He smiled. "Not nearly as pleasant as the dreams I had before I went to sleep," Kathy teased. When their food arrived, Kenny picked up two of the small bottles of syrup and handed them to her. "Put these in your purse." Kathy didn't question him, but put the bottles in her purse. They talked about the wedding and the reception and the couple's honeymoon and about Frank. Kathy told Kenny that she planned to unwind for a few days at her mountain house across the North Carolina line in Highlands and they exchanged cell phone numbers and e-mail addresses. When they had finished eating, Kenny asked, "Would you like to see my room?" Her smile lighted the restaurant. "I thought you'd never ask." And every eye followed her as they left the room. She breezed into his room and waited while he put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door and locked it. Then she was in his arms, her lips open to return his hungry kiss. "Let's don't rumple that beautiful dress, darling." He lead her to the dresser and had her look into the mirror. "Tell me what you see." "I see a happy woman," she smiled at her reflection. "With lots of frustrations." "I see a beautiful, sexy woman at the height of her powers," he smiled over her shoulder. "Now take off your dress." He watched, enchanted as she unbuttoned the dress and let it slip off her shoulders before stepping out of it. He hung it over a chair and turned to her, admiring the way her hard nipples almost pushed through the lacy bra. Her bright blue bra and panties were sensational, and he saw that she had put the lacy panties on over her garter belt, as he'd suggested. "Your legs are beautiful." He circled her body with his arms and let his kisses cover her neck and shoulders while his hands ran over her firm stomach and hips. "Now what do you see?" Kathy looked perplexed. "A woman eager to touch and kiss her lover." "I see an exciting, desirable woman with a beautiful smile and delicious titties and an exciting pussy all wrapped up in one sensational body." And he caressed her naked flesh winning a loving moan. "And I see a slut who wants to kiss and suck her lover," Kathy almost laughed. Kenny unhooked her bra and released her lovely breasts. He cupped those perfect boobs and raised them high studying her reflection with admiration. He pinched her hard nipples until she almost sobbed against him then knelt and slipped her blue panties over her garter belt and down her long legs. He turned her and kissed her thighs. "Are you my slut?" "Oh, yes, Master." "Then get the syrup and stand by the bed." She moved to the bed and Kenny went to the bathroom. He quickly undressed and put on a robe. He returned to her carrying a razor and cream and a towel and washcloth. He put the articles down and spread the towel on the bed and told her to sit down. "Now, my hot little bitch, I'm going to put my mark on you." Surprise filled her eyes and for a minute he thought she might stop him. "Yes, Master" she finally whispered with a little shudder. "Hold out your hand." And when she did, he held out a spray can and filled her palm with shaving cream. "Now cover your hot puss with the cream and lie back." When she lay back, he smiled that she spread her thighs without being told. He pressed two fingers into the inviting cave of her womanhood and explored her gently. "Oh, God, Kenny." Then he took the small shaver and quickly and carefully removed the patch of blonde curls and cream that covered her lovely mound. When he was finished he washed her with the warm washcloth. Then he pressed his cheek against her creamy flesh. "You feel so delightful and inviting, my darling. And you smell and taste delicious." "Oh kiss, me, Master, please." She spread her thighs even wider, surrendering to the pleasure he gave her. Her moans filled the room as he covered her with kisses and probed her heat with his tongue. Her thighs clamped together to hold his head against her as a powerful orgasm racked her body. When she had recovered, Kenny kissed his way up to her delicious mouth. He licked her tongue and let her taste her juices on his own tongue. "I do taste pretty good, don't I?" she teased. "Fantastic." He twisted the lid off one of the syrup bottles and handed it to her. "Now put the syrup where you want me to kiss you. He was a little surprised as she stuck out her tongue and touched the bottle to the tip. After enjoying the taste of her mouth, he followed the syrup trail to one nipple, then the other. Down to her flat stomach and across the smooth flat of her naked mound. Then she raised her hips and let the sweet liquid flow into the valley between her lips and over the tiny mound of her clit. His sucking and licking and probing and tasting brought her to another overwhelming cum. Kenny let her recover and washed her with the cloth. Then he sat beside her and opened the other bottle. He touched the tip to his chin. "Come enjoy your dessert," he smiled." And her kisses trailed the liquid over his chest and stomach. She moved to her knees as he sat on the edge of the bed. She beamed up at him as she began to lick and suck the syrup from the length of his engorged rod. After a few minutes she was holding his prick in her mouth and pumping with one hand as she bobbed her head, hair flashing around her shoulders, and taking him deeper and deeper. "Oh, yes, darling. So good. So hot. So exciting. That's right. Yes, bitch. Oh, yes. I'm coming." And she held him deep as she felt his cum spurting into her welcoming throat. "You taste delicious, too my love," she purred as she made a show of swallowing. "With or without the syrup." They were both beaming as they kissed good-bye a half-hour later. Kathy bounced out to do her shopping, her mind filled with visions of what this new 'green light' could mean for her life in the days ahead.