0 comments/ 43623 views/ 18 favorites Room 101 By: Silverfyre Change the pillowcases and sheets. Vacuum the carpets. Clean the bathroom. Leave a mint on the pillow. It was that last step which made Sandra wrinkle her nose in coy amusement. Wasn't that something they only did in movies? A mint on the pillow was such a cliché that she had never expected it to be taken seriously by any sort of establishment, especially one as pose and glamorous as Dythil Suites. But who was she to question about anything when she was nothing but a newly hired house maid? Nothing being a subjective term of course but in the eyes of management, that was just what she was. Sighing softly, Sandra fumbled around in the pocket of her uniform's apron for the staff keycard she had been issued. She knocked with her free hand, muttering the standard "house keeping!" before opening the door and walking into the first hotel room she was to clean that morning. It was going to be a droll day. It was only natural that she gasped in surprise at finding Lily, Mr. Dythil's impeccably dressed personal secretary bound and gagged on the bed. The other woman's eyes darted up to the woman's face, her expression frantic and fearful as the maid walked in. Lily struggled all the harder to free herself as the maid tried to make sense of what she was seeing. "Ms. Bennett?!" Sandra stood there in the open doorway, aghast and quite uncertain of what she had just walked in on. The bound secretary let out a muffled cry and stared at her incredulously as if to chastise her for simply standing there. Sandra quite collected her wits and hurried to the bed side, her fingers fumbling as she tried to untie the knot on the ropes that bound the secretary. "Oh, don't do that. That would ruin everything." The deep masculine voice that came from behind her made Sandra gasp audibly and she turned slowly, her blue eyes widen as they fell upon the familiar sight of Micheal Dythil, the owner of the hotel whom had just hired her yesterday. Dressed handsomely in a dark charcoal grey suit, the darkly featured, wiry man standing with his arms crossed gave forth an aura of quiet menace. He grinned at her wickedly as the maid stammered unintelligibly and Lily stopped struggling. There was no sense in it any more with Michael's return and the quiet resignation in the secretary's gaze spoke volumes. "I think it is time to finish your interview, Sandra." The door to the hotel room closed quietly as Michael stepped fully into the room, locking it behind him. The clicking of the lock sounded louder in Sandra's panicked head, echoing endlessly as fear took hold. "What-" Michael held up a hand, a look of bemusement crossing his handsome features. He waved one hand towards her, his eyes stern and unyielding. "Undress." "But...Mr. Dythil..." He loved that stammer, that moment of disbelief when they realized that he was cornering them. Had he spoken rationally? Was he mad? All of these questions filtered through their heads when it let the first command drop, the first whispered bit of dominance. His pale face seemed ashen, devilish in the dim light of the hotel room. "If you want to keep your job, do as I say. You did say you would do anything after all." Sandra did nothing, with as confused and afraid as she was. What sort of man did this to his employees? She had come to the hotel seeking a job and perhaps she had sounded desperate in saying she would do "anything" for a position but this was beyond what she had in mind. This was wrong. This was not happening. Michael sighed at her hesitation and clicked his tongue in disappointment. He shook his head as he moved towards the bedside, his deft fingers untying the knot that kept Lily bound. The ropes gave way and the secretary let out a muffled sigh of relief as her aching muscles relaxed. Michael bent down and removed her gag, drawing a nod of thanks from Lily and an all-knowing smirk from her boss. The secretary sat up then, rubbing her wrists and looking expectantly at Michael. Sandra watched in muted horror as Lily's red lips curled into a mirrored smile of Michael's as he leaned down and spoke another order into Lily's ear. "Undress her." "Of course, sir." Sandra was openly alarmed at the alacrity with which Lily leaped to obey their boss. She had been the willing participant all along, the bait in which to close the trap around the poor maid. She had been tied up for their boss's amusement, nothing more and the practiced motions of the secretary as she started to undress the stunned Sandra told the poor woman that this was something that she had done before. "Please..." Lily raised an eyebrow at the house maid then, her expression inquisitive but without empathy. "Why? Did you not say you would do anything for this job? You should really understand the power of words and the importance of conviction in this company." Sandra felt the tears begin to well up but she held them back, swallowing hard as her cheeks burned in embarrassment. "I...shouldn't have said that." "Well, you did and now you are fulfilling what you said you would do. Or..." Michael's voice sounded from behind Lily as he sat down on the edge of the bed, watching the show unfold before him. "Or you can leave and I will make sure you never work in this town again." Sandra lost her composure then. The tears fell silently as she faced her perverse boss and his equally as twisted secretary, both of them watching her expectantly. She could leave and lose everything or she could bare the indignity of one morning. She needed this job. The house maid said nothing and did nothing as Lily turned to Michael and Michael nodded, indicating that she should continue with her duties of undressing Sandra. Lily's smirk did not diminish as Sandra gave her silent consent and surrendered to what was about to happen to her. The brunette secretary stood behind Sandra, pulling the collar of her jacket down to leave her in her white suit shirt and gray tie. Swiftly, the smooth zipper of Sandra's skirt was lowered and Lily gathered the skirt in both hands at Sandra's waist to pull it down. Lily then moved to Sandra's front, loosening the tie and then unbuttoning the blouse. Her flesh colored bra clung to her breasts above the white slip she had been left in. Sandra aided Lily by stepping out of her black heels, letting her stocking-clad feet rest on the carpeted floor. Lily scurried around again to pull down Sandra's slip and unhook her bra in a pair of quick, smooth motions. The blond remained behind the now mostly nude Sandra, awaiting her boss' next direction. Sandra stood, her tears still coursing down her alabaster cheeks. Michael watched the scene unfold with a faint smirk, that devilishly victorious grin, plastered on his rounded face. There was something enthralling about watching Lily, the ever faithful secretary, undress the newly hired house maid at the orders of her boss. As Sandra's clothing disappeared save for the nude-colored pantyhose, Michael nodded his approval. Lily tuned to stand beside Sandra, her eyes cast downward towards the floor. Michael walked over to Sandra and pushed her towards the bed, forcing her to bend over with her ass in the air. He reached between her legs and tore open the crotch of her pantyhose, tossing the shredded piece aside. He then turned back to Lily, who was dressed in her cream colored business suit, black nylons and four inch heels. There was no denying the anticipation in his voice. "Undress, Lily, and then you are going to eat out Sandra." In her five years with the company, this was not the first time Lily had been directed to engage in a sexual act with another woman. It had been some time though, but Lily knew she could perform in the manner her boss would appreciate. Sandra tried not to watch as Lily removed her tailored business jacket and stepped out of her patent leather heels. Unlike Sandra, Lily wore a belt, lace garter belt with her seamed black stockings, a throwback to a much more fashionable era of women's clothing. Soon, Lily had taken off her white blouse and white lace bra as well and stood only in her stockings. She knelt in front of Sandra, a growing warmth coming from between her legs. "Open your legs." Sandra nodded but seemed to be looking distantly out the window as she inched her feet wider apart to make room for Lily's darkly tressed head to reach between her thighs. Lily was a diligent worker, her tongue well skilled as she executed her boss's order. Perched between Sandra's legs and kneeling in nothing but her hosiery, Lily ran her coarse tongue over Sandra's sex, finding her clit and working it over with short, determined flicks. Her mouth was soon clamped down on those moistening folds, working together with her tongue to orally please Sandra and to thrill Michael. Michael stood then and unzipped his pants, his hard cock throbbing for release. He was a girthy man, his length thicker than any two of his fingers put together. He climbed onto the bed and took Sandra by the hair, forcing her head back. He then stuck his cock into her mouth violently and started to force her into sucking it while Lily continued to lap at Sandra's sex. Despite the presence of her two tormentors, Sandra felt completely alone except for the hot mouth on her clit. She could not deny how good it felt, even if she hated every single moment of it. Her body was betraying her in ways she had never experienced and it brought her more than shame; it brought her pleasure, regardless of how twisted it might have been. She had never been touched by another woman, but her tongue and lips were as warm and invigorating as any she had felt before. Her pussy responded, her juices mixing with Lily's saliva to leave her slit glistening under the florescent lights. Sandra obediently opened her mouth when she saw the thick shape of Micheal's cock moving toward her face. The taste and scent of his dick overtook her senses as she tried to suck his solid shaft. Sandra choked and coughed against the forceful fucking he was giving her mouth, hoping that the eager sucking she tried to give would lessen his urgency and quicken his release. She moved her hips against Lily's face, hoping her arousal would make him cum in her mouth and be done with. It was not to be so easily ended. Sandra's mouth was filled with Michael's cock as he pushed himself further up onto the bed, working her face by pulling tightly on her hair. He controlled the pacing while Lily did her skillful work upon Sandra's soaked sex. Lily's hot tongue flickered repeatedly over Sandra's mound, while her lips brushed against her pussy in a parody of kissing. Michael's hips thundered away as he face-fucked Sandra and brought himself closer to climax. He watched with a grin as Lily's hand disappeared between her own legs and started to touch her pussy. She was enjoying herself; she had always loved being used by Michael. He fucked her like a crazed beast, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her lips over his cock like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Sandra pressed her hips against the secretary's hungry, demanding lips and tongue, knowing Lily did it to her because Michael Dythil wanted her to do it, wanted her to know the pleasure of another woman's mouth on her cunt and how good it felt to face fuck someone else like he did. Lily kept her eyes shut, her hand busy rubbing and slipping against her own pussy as she sucked and licked on Sandra's cunt. Sandra gripped the bed tightly, humming in surprise at the depth of each of Dythil's strokes and in pleasure as she ground against the other woman's mouth. Sandra felt her body respond and that edge of hedonistic pleasure reached; she was going to cum onto that strange woman's tongue and scream her orgasm around Dythil's thickening cock. Sensing that subtle change in her, Michael lost all control and gave into the heady sensations that now ruled over him. Her body's surrender had been what he wanted and now, he had taken it from her. His throbbing cock was beginning to spasm, to hit the back of her throat with each thrust. Michael felt his balls tighten and his back arc as he started to cum, his loud grunts making Lily's eyes open wide and she plunged her hand between her legs desperately. She knew that if she didn't achieve orgasm to please her boss, she was going to face further humiliation. Michael planted both his knees alongside Sandra's face as he climaxed, forcing her to swallow every drop. He growled then, a deep guttural command. "Cum, you whore." Whore. That is what she had become to him, to Lily. It disgusted her to be labeled as that but what else was she if she gave in like she had? Sandra wanted to obey him, to be done with the whole sordid business and go back to work but a part of her, a long-buried, lustful part of her, wanted this to continue. It had been so long since she had been fucked. The wet, hungry lips under her sucked hotly on her clit, sending stronger and harder waves of pleasure through her shaking hips. Finally, Sandra's mouth groaned and seized on Micheal's pulsing cock as her own orgasm sent pounding swells of pleasure through her flesh. Sandra coughed and moaned on his dick, swallowing as quickly as she could. Foamy drops of cum sped down her chin onto the bed sheets she should have been changing as she sucked and tried to drink it all. Michael continued to face fuck her, his cock sprinkling her face, hair and neck with his hot seed. The comforter beneath was splattered with her spittle and frothy wet streaks of his cum. He moaned softly, an oddly vulnerable sound, as he pulled out of her hot, eager mouth and fell into the chair that sat next to the bed. He sighed contently. His face was streaked with a fine sheen of sweat and he was breathing hard. Such an orgasm was rare but taking two of his female employees at once certainly did complete the task. Lily's tongue had found Sandra's clit and had stayed upon it throughout her orgasm. Lily's petite body bobbled as she felt herself cumming, the loud echoing moans escaping her lips were muffled by her mouth still being clamped down on Sandra's shuddering sex. Such a stolen moment was all the more precious to her, for she had been commanded by her boss to do such things and that made it all the sweeter for Lily. As she finished, she pulled herself up weakly to her hosed feet, looking at her boss for further instructions. Sandra was left shuddering, the tears starting anew. Michael stood, adjusting his clothing and zipping himself back up. There was a look of sadistic cruelty in his pitiless eyes as he looked down at his newest house maid. Lily said nothing but she knew from experience that her boss had enjoyed Sandra far more than he had initially thought. Michael had plans for her and she only hoped that she was a part of them. "Same time tomorrow morning then. Room 102 tomorrow and 103 the day after...this hotel has three hundred rooms, Sandra. Did you know that?" Michael leered down at Sandra then, his wicked grin taunting her as dread and lust claimed her in equal parts. She shook her head, her dark eyes widening with such an implication. "Well, you will soon enough. Intimately." And with that, Michael turned on his heels and departed, with Lily hurrying behind him with her discarded clothing in her arms. Sandra was left lying on the bed she was supposed to be changing, shuddering as the last vestiges of her experience played out through her body and at the thought of what was to come. Room 102 was what was to come and the other two hundred and ninety eight rooms after it. Room 103 I have waited weeks for this, he is finally coming in. My Master has been out to sea for 6 months. He asked me to meet him at our hotel in room 103. When I get to the room there were candles light everywhere. Soft jazz playing, he had given my a list of toys to bring: Scarves, butt plugs, nipple clamps and lubricant. I had enough other things packed in my little bag for the whole weekend. When I arrived there I expected to see him, he was not there, disappointed I went to the bathroom to see if he was there no sign of him. I took advantage of my time alone to prepare myself for him. I knew it would please him to find my butt plug inserted so I worked in the largest one I owned it was slightly uncomfortable but it would be worth it because it was what I knew he wanted. After my shower I came out of the bathroom to find him sitting on the bed, I was so excited I wanted to let out a school girl squeal. I immediately went and set by his feet. I wanted him to know beyond all doubt that I was his pet. I set at his feet rap in towel, looking down. He slowly began to stroke my hair. I trembled at his touch, I was nervous and excited all at the same time. He spoke softly, "How have you been?" "I have been well Sire, thank you for asking," never letting my eyes meet his. "Turn around pet" I turned around with my back to him. When I did this he asked me Do you trust me? Yes, Sire! With that he placed a blindfold on my eyes casting me in to complete darkness, he stood me up and ran his hand down my back as he got to my behind he gave it one very hard smack. as I opened my mouth to moan he said "not a sound. Shhhhh do not make one sound is that understood." I nodded yes. "smack, smack, smack, this were hard sound smacks with enough time between then that I did not know when to expect the next one. He then told me to bend over and as I bent over he saw the plug in me and he said good girl I will have to reward you for your obedience, I smiled to my self. While bent over he spanked me soundly to the point of tears. Still I made no sound as I wanted to please him. He placed his fingers into my wetness and said I see you rather enjoyed that my pet. I was not to sure if I was to respond, so I did not. He then asked did you enjoy that my pet and as I parted my lips to say yes he slip his finger, wet with my juices in between my lips. "Suck" and I did just that. He removed his finger from my mouth. I longed for it back Mmmm I thought to my self I want to have him in my mouth I want to feel him sliding down my throat, I want to nurse him until he comes and drink every bit of it. I know eventually this will happen so I will just be patient. He stands me up and I hear him moving around I am trying to imagine what he is doing. I cannot quite make it out until I wanted to scream out the pain was so intense in my left nipple and I then knew he was placing the nipple clamps on. Then I felt this cool wetness and it felt sooo wonderful it was his tongue circling around the clamp. Then in an instant that pain was back again this on the right nipple. And again his wonderful tongue was at work again. Still I wanted to moan out and small sound escaped me and he said "Now pet do not make me gag you I said not a sound". I then felt him behind me and he guided me over his lap and began to spank me like a bad child. I was on the brink of an orgasm and I knew I would not be able to hold it much longer I was close so close. Smack! Smack! Smack! and I came and I was so hoping he had not noticed. "That was not an orgasm was it pet?" I remained quite. He then told me to get down on the floor my ass is now sore and swollen. stinging I want to rub it but I know better. He placed the head of dick to my lips and I too eagerly allowed my lips to form that o around the head of his manhood. He slides it in deep into the back of my throat I relax and let him in. My tongue is doing this dance on the underside. I am loving the way he feels in my mouth the way he taste and he begins to stroke faster and faster deeper and deeper. I know he is truly enjoying this. He is holding my hands and fucking my face, going deeper and deeper down my throat. He keeps this up to the point of coming. Then he pulls out of my throat places me on the bed on all fours. Removes the plug from my ass and begins to replace it with his dick, slowly inch by inch he is filling me up. I feel so full. I do not think I can take it and I began to move away. He tells me to lay down on my back where he then gets the scarves and ties my arms down to the bed rails. He pushes my legs up until my knees are on either side of my head. And he makes sure I am well lubed and again begins to enter my ass. Slowly and gently he is entering me. He tells me he wants to see my eyes and removes the blindfold. He has 4 inches in me and I feel completely full and he begins to ease in more and more until he is completely in. I feel his balls against my ass. He begins to pull out and then back in again. As his rhythm increases I have this feeling, I cannot describe this feeling. I am moaning and screaming it feels so good. I am tingling, it is soo intense, it is TOO intense I must cum NOW. "Sire I am about to cum may I please cum?" "No, you are to only cum when I say." was his reply. I NEED to cum but I say no more. Sire says to me tell me what you are feeling... my breathing is very labored. "Si Si Sire it it is oh it feel so good. I need to cum oh please Sire please." No pet no you cannot cum until I say so. I feel him began to tense up and I know he is ready, he begins to fuck my ass very hard and I am loving it every stroke, in and out, harder, faster and he says 'NOW cum now pet now and we explode there together... I feel him gently wiping my face with a cold wet towel "pet, pet" I hear him calmly calling my name. I come to and in an exhausted whisper I answer "Yes Sire." He is smiling down at me. "You have pleased me well pet, you have pleased me well" Room 109 All Ron had told me was to meet him in room 109 at the Amerisuites. I had been emailing Ron back and forth telling him my secrets, my fantasies. He promised to help me break out of my shyness, and I’d done some things since that I’d never thought I’d do before. After many secrets exposed, Ron convinced me to join him in a private chatroom, where we started to have cyber sex. We told each other what we’d do to each other if we were together, I told him he was making me very horny and that I wanted to play with myself. He said he wanted to watch me, so I turned on my web cam for him. He asked if I wanted him to turn on his web cam as well, I told him no, I had not seen what he looked like at this point and didn’t want to because not knowing what he looked like added to the mystery of him and made me more comfortable with expressing things to him. With my web cam on and Ron being able to see me perfectly I began to get undressed in front of the web cam. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, then I unhooked my bra exposing my size c breasts to him. After my breasts were unburdened I began massaging them with one hand while the other hand continued to type out scenarios to Ron. Ron told me he wanted me to rub my pussy and he wanted watch me while I did it. I stood up and back away from the computer so Ron could completely see me. I unfastened my jeans, and pulled them all the way down my long legs, then I pulled of my panties reveling my shaved pussy to him. While standing away from the computer I put my finger in between my pussy lips and rubbed down the length of my pussy. I sat back down at the computer and told Ron that my pussy was so wet that it was dripping down my legs. He asked me to place the web cam down below so he could watch my fingers work at my pussy. I moved the light down in the direction of my lower half and the placed the web cam down on a shelf under the computer desk. I opened my legs wide to the web cam, to show Ron my opened pussy. He told me my pussy looked delicious that he’d love to bury his face down inside it, and was wondering what I tasted like. Then Ron told me that he wanted me to start masturbating. I ran my fingers up and down the length of my pussy, and then showed the fingers to the web cam they were dripping wet. Ron wrote back that it looked tasty and that he’d love to suck that juice off my fingers. I pushed two fingers inside myself and began to finger fuck, Ron wrote that he wished it was his cock entering me, and that he thought I’d feel amazing inside. I continued to finger fuck myself, and Ron told me to thrust my fingers in harder. Ron said he wanted me to pound myself with my fingers. I began to punch my fingers inside myself in and out harder and faster, soon I felt I was going to cum. My body began to shake, and a clear juice shot out of my pussy hole-oozing out around my fingers, my entire hand was drenched in my own fluids. Ron wrote that it was amazing to watch my juices exploding out of me, but was depressed that the juices where wasted falling on the floor, without someone there to drink them down. He told me he wanted me to cum again, but this time just by rubbing my clit. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy hole, and my other hand left the keyboard. With one hand I pulled back my pussy lips, lifting the hood of skin above my clit, exposing the enlarged bud of my clit to the web cam. Ron wrote that he’d love to wrap is tongue around that large bud and tease it with his tongue. With the fingers that had been inside of me I began rubbing my clit in circles, with the recent orgasm only seconds past I knew another one wouldn’t be long in coming. Without much time passing I began to shake all over, and more juices exploded out of me, and I felt that another orgasm would come very soon, so I kept rubbing. Then Ron told me to stop, that he had another step in his plan for me to lose my shyness. He told me to put the web cam back up on the top of the computer monitor so he could see my beautiful face again. I did this, and he said I looked amazing after I had just came, but he wanted to see that same look in person. I told him I didn’t want to meet in person, cause he would lose all his mystery to me and I would just end up getting shy around him. He told me I had to do this, if I wanted to lose some of my shyness, and not to worry he would keep himself in darkness so that I would not know exactly what he looked like, and he told me he had a surprise waiting for me. He told me he was in my town, and asked if I knew where the Amerisuites was located. I told him I knew exactly where it was, Ron said good and told me to meet him in room 109, and that he promised to make the night very interesting and that I would be pleased far beyond my imaginations. Ron then told me to get off the computer, and find something very sexy to wear, and met him in that room, in about thirty minutes. I told him that I would, but to be patient with me if my shyness got the better of me, Ron told me he wouldn’t give my shyness a chance to come up. I got offline and went to the bathroom and brushed my hair and the twisted it to the top of my head and placing a clip in it to keep it in place. I jumped in the shower real quick and washed all my cum off my legs and out of my pussy. I then got out of the shower and rubbed some vanilla smelling lotion all over my body, and then sprayed some vanilla perfume in certain places. I walked to my closet and chose a black pin stripped sleeveless dress that was very short and low cut that buttoned all the way up. I kept the clip in my hair and dressed my face up with some eyeliner, mascara, and some maroon lipstick out lined with a brown lip liner; I also chose a pair of strapy black high heels. Under my dress I didn’t wear anything, no bra and no underwear, the underwear would just get soaked anyways, and with out the bra the textured fabric of the suit dress teased my nipples as I moved. As I drove to the hotel, I got increasingly hornier. This whole thing was very new to me, I had never done anything as crazy as this. I knew nothing about Ron, his age what he looked like, whether he was married or not, nothing. He had just begun emailing me, and I was able to reveal things to him, that I was not able to tell anyone else, things deep down that you push aside unable to reveal them even to yourself. I had told Ron (I didn’t even know if this was his real name and didn’t know his last name) that the impersonality of not completely knowing him enabled me to tell him all the deep dark secrets that I had, it was almost like writing in my journal, though I received a reply. I didn’t know what to expect when I reached the hotel, though the excitement of the whole thing was really making me wet. Finally I reached the hotel, looking about the parking lot wondering which car was Ron’s. Taking in a deep breath and summoning up all my courage, I walked into the hotel, I walked up the clerk’s desk and told them I had a key waiting for me to room 109. The clerk gave me a key, along with a cocked eyebrow at the dress I was wearing, I thought to myself ‘hey, buddy this ain’t for you, it’s for Ron.’ I crossed the foyer and reached the elevators, I got an elevator, and pressed the button for the first floor. All the way up, I breathed in deeply afraid I might begin to hyperventilate. The elevator dinged at the first floor, and I made my feet move out into the hall. I saw a water fountain and stopped to take a drink trying to get rid of my cottonmouth. I looked at my card key that said room 109; I slowly walked down the long hallway. Finally I found room 109. My hand shakes as I raised the key card up to the slot in the door, I pushed the card into the slot, and the lights on the door went from red to green and the door popped open. I took a deep breath and walked through the door of room 109. The room was dark; the only light on was a lamp by the bed. I could make out a small living room area along with a kitchenette; I could just see the shapes of this area for it was mostly surrounded in darkness. The only lamp that was lit was on the night table in the farthest corner of the room, I could see the room had some large windows with the plush velvet curtains drawn. I saw the king size bed, with a satin bedspread over it, and large satin pillows. Across from the bed were two doors, I figured one was a closet and the other was a bathroom. There was also a large dresser and on top of that stood a large TV along with a VCR. I thought to myself, well we won’t need a TV or the VCR tonight. I started to wonder if Ron was here or not, I would have started to look around the room, but my legs were frozen to the floor. Suddenly, I smelled cologne, I recognized it since I sometimes wear it myself, and it was CK one. My nose followed that smell coming from a dark far corner of the living area; I squinted my eyes, and could see the shape of a man sitting in a chair. “It’s not polite to stand there with the door opened,” said Ron in a deep husky voice. “Oh yeah,” I stammered as I stepped fully in the room and closed the door. My body was shaking in a mixture of nervousness and excitement. “You seem a bit nervous,” said Ron. “Ah, yeah I’m very nervous,” I said. “Well, don’t be, we are all friends here,” said Ron. “I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want me to do, at anytime you feel scared tell me to stop or not to do that, and I will. Okay?” “Okay,” I stammered. “I’ve got a surprise for you, do you want to see my surprise?” asked Ron. “Yeah, I suppose so,” I said getting more nervous with each spoken word. “Okay, well here it is,” said Ron as he knocked on the wall next to the chair. One of the doors opened that were across from the bed, out of the bathroom stepped a man. The room filled with a new scent of Gillette Pacific Light aftershave. I recognized the man instantly it was my friend Ed. I had been emailing Ed back and forth and he had called me a few times. Ed was about 5’11”, muscular, he had told me he was a trained masseuse and he would tell me of ways he would pleasure my body with his trained hands. Ed had told me that he was forty-five years old, though he looked more like thirty-five. I had never dated someone twenty years older than me, but in Ed’s case I made an exception since he was very handsome and muscular, plus he didn’t look his age. In between Ed’s and my email conversations, Ed would call me at my home usually in the mornings before I had gotten out of bed. Ed would tell me of his sexual talents, and the ways he wanted to make me cum numerous times. These conversations always got me very horny, my mind would be alive with visions of his promised activities. Most times I could not restrain myself during these conversations, and would begin rubbing my very wet pussy. I would tell Ed what I was doing and he would begin playing with himself on his side of the phone, all the while still explaining the things he wanted to do with me. Our breathing would become heavy and we would cum together over the phone, but my orgasms would last longer than his. This was the first time I had seen Ed in person, and he was even more impressive in person. Ed was wearing a long sleeved blue dress shirt, with a white t-shirt underneath. He also had on a pair of tan Dockers, and some brown penny loafers. Through the shirt he wore I could see the outline of the muscles underneath. Ed looks at me with a smile on his face, obviously pleased with seeing me in person as well. “Ah, how did you…” I said wondering how Ron and Ed had known of each other since I hadn’t shared with either of them that I was also emailing the other one. “Don’t worry how we discovered each other Missy, just know that we did.” Said Ed. “We both wanted to please you beyond belief, and decided that you required more than one man to please you completely.” “You have told both of us, how your ex-husband took you for granted and couldn’t recognize the sexual being trapped inside and only thought of you as his personal baby making machine,” Said Ron still sitting in the darkened corner. “So, we are going to show you how a woman should be pleased.” Ed walked over to me a saw I was nervously shaking. Ed reached up and took out the clip from my hair releasing the torrent of curls down to my shoulders. Ed ran his fingers though my hair, and pulled me close to him, then he locked his lips with mine. We kissed deeply; I let out a small moan as his tongue explored my mouth. Ed stopped kissing me, his hands went to the top of my dress, and started to unbutton the dress all the way down, he pulled the dress down off my shoulders and off of me completely. I stood there before both men completely naked, my body shook in excitement, and the tingling sensation in my crotch became very urgent when I wondered which man would enter my pussy first. “God, you are beautiful,” said Ed. “Yes, she is, and so much better than on the web cam,” said Ron. Ed grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me deeply on the mouth. His hand massaged my tit, squeezing the soft tissue in his hand, and then running his thumb over my erect nipple. Ed’s hands ran down my body, until he reached my pussy and began to rub my clit. I raised my leg up on the bed, opening my pussy to Ed’s roaming fingers. Suddenly I wanted Ed inside me, I began unbuttoning his dress shirt and pulling it off of him. I then pulled off his undershirt. Ed’s body was well muscled but on his chest was thick tangle of curly chest hair. I ran my hand over that wealth of chest hair, enjoying the texture of it. Ed’s rubs on my clit increased, I felt close to orgasm, but I wanted Ed inside me when I came. My hands ran down Ed’s chest down to his pants, I attacked the fly of his pants, and finally unfastened them and pulled them down and released his trapped hard on. My hands wrapped around his erect member, stroking him up and down. I grabbed on to Ed’s shoulder my fingernails digging into his muscle, my hand squeezed hard on his cock, and I let out a loud moan, so close to orgasm. “Ed, Ed, now you can’t have all the fun. It’s time for both of us to pleasure Missy,” said Ron from his dark corner. “You are right, I just couldn’t help myself,” said Ed as he pulled his fingers out of my pussy. My hand let go of Ed’s hard cock. “But, I was so close,” I said turning my head back and forth to address both men. “I need to cum.” “You will dear,” said Ed. “More times then you can imagine.” Ed moved me to the bed so I had to sit down, then he gathered my legs up so now I was lying on the bed. I lay on the bed with my legs crossed and my hands crossed over my breasts, feeling the nervousness welling back up inside me. Ed walked around the bed, his hard cock pointing the way in front of him as he walked. Suddenly the room went completely dark, when Ed turned off the lamp. My breathing came fast, with anticipation of the men’s approach, my pussy was tingling so hard that I thought I would cum the minute one of them touched me. Both men were very quiet, I heard a bit of rustling, and figured that was Ron getting undressed. Then I felt rather than heard both men approaching me as I lay on the bed. The smell of the cologne and the smell of the after shave mixed together creating a new smell, so that I could not tell which man was which. Suddenly there were two pairs of hands on my body; one pair was uncrossing my arms off my chest, and the other pair uncrossing my legs. Four hands touching my body in different areas, suddenly soft lips touched my own, they felt like they could be Ed’s lips since he just kissed me moments ago, but I could not be sure. The soft lips left mine as quickly as they had come, I raised my head to reconnect with the lips, but found nothing. I lay back down flat on the bed, and closed my eyes, and let out a deep breath taking all the doubt and nervous out of my body and just allowing me to enjoy the sensations these hands were providing. I felt hands softly caressing my face touching across my forehead and down around my cheek, then softly running over my mouth. I opened my mouth and a finger entered, I closed my lips around the finger and sucked on it, then finger quickly left my mouth. I felt another pair of hands working down at my lower half, caressing up and down my legs, and then a light touch slightly passing over the top of my pussy, making me breathe in deeply. The pair of hands that had been caressing my face now worked down to my to my neck and softly fondled my breast tissue, but intentionally avoiding my erect nipples. Both sets of hands seemed to be intentionally avoiding my most sensitive areas, the hands at my legs only slightly ran over the top of my pussy, but never went inside, and the hands at my breasts only lightly fondled the breast tissue, without actually touching the nipple. At first my body began to cry out for someone to touch either my nipple or my clit, but soon even though those these areas were not being touched I felt an orgasm building in the middle of my body. I felt as if either of my sensitive areas were touched at this moment I would cum at the moment of contact. My breathing came quick, hands roaming my body, across my shoulders massaging my arms, cupping my breasts, caress down in between my tits. The other hands moving below my waist were massaging my calves, and then my thighs, and next lightly caressing my inner thighs, and then the hands began to massage my feet. Suddenly, my body began to shake and shudder, my pussy muscles contracting and releasing, a wave passed through me causing an orgasmic spasm, my pussy juices squirting out of me, and at that moment I thought I felt someone down between my legs, trying to taste the juices as they poured out of me. Unexpectedly, I felt someone push my legs further apart to accommodate him as he put his face into my pussy. A tongue thrust out and entered my hole, and began tongue fucking me. Then just as abruptly as before the second pair of hands reached out my breasts massaging the tissue as before then a pair of soft lips took one of my nipples into his mouth and this man’s tongue began flicking my nipple. The man with his face in my crotch raised his tongue up the length of my pussy until he got to the top were he started teasing my clit with his tongue. My clit pulsed with each lap of his expertly working tongue. Suddenly his fingers entered me, while he was still licking my clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of my wet hot pussy hole. The man enjoying a feast of my tits came up for air and passionately kissed my lips, his tongue roaming the insides of my mouth. My hand reached out to the man at my side and I felt a burly patch of chest hair and I wondered if this could be Ed, I didn’t know if Ron had a hairy chest or not. I worked my hand down from the man’s chest until I found his throbbing cock. I stroked his shaft, up and down. Abruptly my body began to shake, orgasmic wave rushing from head to toe. The man at my crotch kept licking my clit and thrusting his fingers inside of me. I felt a tidal rush of orgasms, one right after the next, and the man at my crotch kept working diligently even as I ground my crotch further into his face and my hips began to rhythmically move with each lap of his tongue. Next my pussy muscles constricted and I felt an explosion of juices pour out of me, and with each orgasm that crashed into me, another wave of juices exploded out of my hole. I felt the man at my crotch hungrily licking my pussy from the top to the bottom even as my juices spouted out of me. The man to my side had stopped doing anything and from what I could see just seemed to be watching me as my body shook. Room 109 Then I realized that I had a death grip on his cock squeezing it, while my orgasms passed through me. I released the man’s cock and ran my hand around to his butt and grabbed a handful of butt cheek. I then raised my hand up to the back of this man’s head and pulled his face to mine. I sealed my lips around his and filled his mouth with my prying tongue. Our tongues tangled together, and just then another orgasm hit me. I held this man’s head so he was still face to face with me, softly kissing on his lips, while my breathing became quicker and my body began to tremble. I moaned out into this man’s mouth while kissing him, he came back by pressing harder on my lips and pushing his tongue deeper into my mouth, then another orgasm hit and I moaned louder into his mouth. The man at my crotch stopped licking my crotch and pulled his fingers from me, I had a bit of a reprieve. He softly started kissing my inner thighs, sucking and kissing from my thighs to my feet, and then he worked his way back up. The man at my side stopped kissing me and resumed his play with my tits, sucking and kissing my tits just like the man below was doing to my legs. A tingling sensation ran through my body at the feeling of these two pairs of soft lips kissing and sucking all over my bare skin. My body broke out in Goosebumps from the wetness left on my skin from the men’s sucking mouths. Then I felt tongues tracing lines up and down my body. One tongue was licking from my foot up my leg and then missing my pussy completely then his tongue ran down the other leg. The other tongue belonging to the man next to me, licked around my ear, down my neck, around then between my tits, and down a line to my stomach. My body was one heightened sensation, feeling two of everything, two pairs of hands, two pairs of lips, and two tongues. Then my mind brought up the thought of two dicks, what do these men plan to do with their dicks. I had told both of these men that I do not do anal, I’m sorry I tried once and it hurt too much so I’ll never do it again. All of a sudden both men stopped what they were doing, as if they had heard my thoughts. My mind went racing, trying to figure out what was coming next. Suddenly, the man that had been eating me out stood up at the foot of the bed. In the dim light provided by the streetlights outside, I could see an outline of the man at the foot of the bed. I couldn’t make out exactly how tall he was because of my prospective lying on the bed, but what I could defiantly see was his large cock standing straight up. Then the man next to me at the side of the bed stood up as well. I could not make out this man either, but I could see the outline of his large cock hovering above me. Suddenly, the man at the foot of the bed reached out and grabbed me by my thighs and pulled me to the end of the bed. The man next to me grabbed a pillow from behind me and threw it to the man at the foot of the bed. The man at the foot of the bed, pushed the satin pillow at my ass, and I raised my hips up and he pushed the pillow under my ass. “I’m going to fuck you good and hard. Are you ready, Missy?” said the man at the foot of the bed, I could not make out which voice it was, cause both men had deep sexy voices. I made an hmm huh, kind of sound. Then the man beside me spoke. “My dick is throbbing to have your lips wrapped around it, can I put my dick in your beautiful mouth?” Again I made an hmm huh, kind of sound. Then almost at once a cock entered my pussy and another cock entered my mouth. The man with his cock in my pussy slide inside smoothly and he began to thrust himself in to me nice and slow, as if he was trying to make this experience last. The man with his cock in my mouth began to thrust himself in and out of my mouth; I raised a hand up at his stomach and halted his thrusts. I grabbed the base of his man’s long cock and pulled the skin back taut, I proceeded to wrap my lips hard around his cock. I moved my head back and forth, my lips sliding up and down his cock, the wetness from my mouth lubricating his cock with each movement of my head. I began swirling my tongue around his cock and teasing the tip with my tongue, at this I heard this man give out a moan. I felt this man’s eyes on me, in the dim light he watched me devour his cock in my mouth and then bring it out again, I moved my the hair hanging in front of my face to give him a better view. The man with his cock inside my pussy thrust himself into me nice and slow, deliberately slow, feeling every inch of my insides. Suddenly I raised my hips up into the man, forcing his cock to go deeper into me, even while I was still slobbering on the other man’s cock. The man with his cock in my pussy let out a large moan, and abruptly slammed his cock into me, and then he slowly brought it back out and slammed me again. At this I let out a large moan, which was stifled because of the other man’s cock in my mouth. I sensed with these new movements that the man with his cock in my pussy was getting close to orgasm. I wanted to make both of these men cum at once, so I tightened my lips around the cock in my mouth and sucked his cock with all my sucking power. I moved my head faster sliding my lips up and down this man’s large cock. The man with his cock in my pussy was slowly pulling out of me, and I tightened my pussy muscles around his cock, and just as he was preparing to slam back into me I raised my hips up into him, pushing him even deeper still. I concentrated on both men’s cocks wanting to please them as much as they had pleased me, when out of nowhere my body bucked, and an orgasm tore through the core of me. I tightened my lips on the cock in my mouth as well as sucked harder, just as my inner muscle tightened around the cock in my pussy and my juices oozed out from around that man’s cock. All of a sudden both men let out a grunt followed by a moan almost in unison, then both men’s bodies went rigid. Both men thrust their cocks deeper inside of me; I felt the cock in my pussy, pulse and the hot semen exploded into the depths of my pussy. Then the cock in my mouth began to pulsate and his hot creamy semen exploded into my mouth and oozed down my throat. I gave the man’s cock in my pussy one last tightening of my inner muscles before he pulled out of me, and gave the cock in my mouth one last good suck, making sure all the juice had escaped before releasing him from my mouth. All three people in room 109 where breathing deeply attempting to catch their breath. Then I heard one man yell out. “Holy hell, Missy that was good.” Then another man yelled out as well. “Shit! Missy that was amazing.” I was thinking that the night’s activities were over and began to close my eyes. Suddenly two pairs of hands grabbed me, and rolled me over to my backside and one of the men placed a pillow under my middle, pushing my ass in air. At this point I heard some rustling sounds, I think the men switched places one at my top half and the other going down to my lower half. Then I felt these strong hands begin to massage my shoulders and my back, I thought this has to be Ed, he’s the masseuse. Then another pair of strong hands began to massage my butt and down to my legs, I was once again confused as to which man was which. I lay there with my head on my crossed arms, just enjoying the feeling of two massages at once, the hands on my back eased any tight muscles there, and the hands on my ass massaged it until it was completely relaxed. I was about to fall asleep when suddenly my legs were spread wide apart opening my ass and my pussy, a tongue entered between ass cheeks and began to lick the length of my ass crack. My head shot up, and the man massaging my back gently pushed my head back down on the bed and began running his fingers through my hair and massaging my head. The fingers running through my hair and the soft caresses my neck relaxed me again. The tongue in my ass crack continued its travels up and down the length of my ass crack. Then the tongue stopped at my anus and licked lazy circles around my asshole, but never entered inside, just teasing it a little. I didn’t think I could cum with someone licking my ass, but I felt a tingling sensation building up in the middle of my body. Then suddenly the tongue licked down to my pussy hole and thrust inside. This man inserted his tongue inside my pussy hole a few more times, once stopping to wiggle his tongue around inside. I felt myself getting wetter, the wetness running up to the top of my pussy. The man at my backside began to place kisses all along the back of my neck, my body gave off a little shiver at this, then he worked his way up to my ear and worked his tongue around my ear and sucked on my earlobe. I raised my head up and rested it in my hands, I found the man’s face and locked my lips with his, this man searched my mouth with his tongue, and then suddenly he sucked all the wind out of me. I latched my lips around his tongue and sucked him into my mouth, and then I released the suction, and then tightened it again, giving him an example of what I would do with his cock. This man pushed his mouth harder into mine and grabbed the back of my head; he filled my mouth with his roaming tongue. Then he backed off a little and began placing little kisses all around my lips, and teasing my lips with his tongue, then he latched on to my lower lip and softly sucked it into his mouth. The tongue thrusts at my pussy hole increased, then the tongue came out of my pussy hole and the man returned his attention to my ass crack. He licked his way up and down the length of my ass crack but then paid special attention to my sphincter licking all around it and over it, but never entering. Unexpectedly my body erupted into orgasm from the licks on my asshole. My body shook all over and spasmed, a flood of juices spouted out of me. My body continued to shake as the experienced tongue still worked at my asshole; I let out a loud moan into the mouth of the man I was kissing. My body exploded into another orgasmic eruption. I pulled my face away from the man I had been kissing and let out a loud scream of pleasure. I came long and hard, my body locked in a cascade of spasms as each orgasmic wave hit. The man kept licking my asshole even as I pushed my ass up into his face. He licked my asshole vigorously and expertly, as if he thoroughly enjoyed this. The man I had been kissing returned his attentions to kissing across the back of my neck and down my backside. When I pushed myself up to press my ass into the face of the man that was licking it, the man next to me took this opportunity to grab my tits hanging down from my chest. He cupped my tit in his hand and squeezed it gently in his strong hand. Then he ran the palm of his hand across the tip of my nipple. This elicits a long moan from me, in between all the orgasmic screams of pleasure. Finally the tongue emerges from out of my ass crack. I collapse face down on the satin covered bed, I could feel the cum on my legs drying a mixture of my own cum and the cum of the man that had fucked my pussy. I rested on the bed trying to get my breath back. “That was sure a massive orgasm from a woman that says she doesn’t like anal,” said one of the men. “A loud orgasm at that, thought the people next door were going to start banging on the wall,” said the other man. “Well, that was truly a first, I have never came like that. I only said I didn’t want anything stuck up inside my asshole. But, I don’t mind a bit of tongue action, especially yours.” I said to whom ever it was that had been licking my ass crack. “Well, Missy dear, it seems that while watching you cum, Ed and myself have gotten ourselves hard once again and we have to ask you for a release that is if you’ve got the strength.” Said Ron seeming to come from different areas of the room so I could not pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. Of course it could have just been that all my perceptions had all gone to hell. “I think I can manage that. I want to give you two as much pleasure as you’ve given me,” I said. I pushed myself up so that I was in a crawling position. My head was hanging over the edge of the bed and my ass was up in the middle of the bed. “But, this time around I want you guys to do it my way,” I said. “Your wish is our command,” said one of the men that sounded like Ed possibly. “Okay, this time I want to be able to know which man is where. Ron I want your cock in my pussy. Ed I want to suck on your cock in my mouth!” I said no longer feeling nervous or shy, I was just a woman in command of her own sexual desire. I felt someone get on the bed with me; I figured this was Ron since he was heading in the direction of my awaiting pussy. I was getting wet again in anticipation of Ron’s cock entering inside me. Suddenly I felt the tip of his cock between my butt cheeks, I started to shake my head no, but Ron’s cock just slid up and down my ass crack teasingly. Then Ron slid his cock down my ass crack and down between my pussy lips. Ron ran his cock down the length of my pussy until he reached my clit. Ron began to tease my clit with the tip of his throbbing cock. The instant Ron’s cock began to rub my sensitive clit, I felt my body start to shake once more. I screamed out as an orgasm began to work it’s way through my body. Then suddenly Ron’s cock was removed from my clit. Abruptly, I felt Ron’s large cock enter my pussy forcefully and he thrust into me deeply. Ron grabbed my hips and pulled me into him, just as he thrust his hips into me. “Oh god, Ron I can feel your cock pulsating deep inside my pussy,” I exclaimed. “Missy, your pussy feels amazing,” said Ron, “Better than I ever imagined.” Just then a figure stood in front of my face. It was Ed his throbbing cock just inches from my salivating mouth. I licked my lips in excitement waiting for Ed’s cock to fill my awaiting mouth. Ed teases my lips with the tip of his cock, just tracing the tip of his cock around my lips. I stick my tongue out and flick the tip of his cock. Then suddenly Ed takes my sucker away from me. A bit disappointed I look in the direction that I think Ed is standing. “Ed I’ve been waiting for so long to have your big dick fill up my mouth, please won’t you let me suck on you,” I plead. Next Ed comes back once again his cock hanging in my face. I open my mouth and Ed puts the head of his cock into my mouth. I wrap my lips around the head of Ed’s cock and suck the head hard, pulling a bit of precum out of the tip of his cock. With my tongue I excavated the hole at the tip of Ed’s cock, searching for more precum. Ed then thrusts himself deep inside my mouth letting out a long moan as his cock filled my mouth. I got into a rhythm with the two men. Ron would pull my hips into him just as he slammed into my pussy, then as Ron pulled out of me I would thrust my mouth at Ed’s cock as he was thrusting his cock down my throat. We went like this for a while me thrusting my pussy at one man and then thrusting my mouth at the other man. Than all of a suddenly I felt an orgasm tear through my body making me shake throughout. My spasmodic inner muscles clinched around Ron’s cock, and a flood of juices squirted out of me. I moaned loudly around Ed’s cock and increased my sucking power. I was sucking Ed’s cock as hard as I could. Quickly I sensed both men were close to orgasm but I wanted to enjoy this a bit longer. So I released Ed’s cock from my mouth. “I want you guys to switch positions,” I said. There was a depressed moan as Ron pulled himself out of my pussy. I heard some rustling as the men changed places, Ed preparing to fuck my pussy and Ron preparing fuck my mouth. Ed was at my backside, and I felt the tip of his cock. Ed was caressing my butt cheeks then around the lips of my pussy and back up to my butt cheek, all with the tip of his cock. “I’m not going to put it in until you tell me what you want,” said Ed. “I want your cock in my pussy and I want you to fuck me good and hard!” I exclaimed. Ed placed the tip of his cock right at the entrance of my pussy hole and then he grabbed my hips and pushed me into his cock. Ed entered me smoothly and deeply, his cock already lubricated with my saliva and now with my pussy juices. I screamed out as Ed’s cock clammed deep inside of me. Suddenly a figure of a man was in front of me his cock hanging in my face. I lunged for Ron’s cock, but Ron stepped back pulling my plaything out of the grasp of my moist lips. “I’m not going to let you have it, until you tell me what you want,” Said Ron. “I want your cock in my mouth and I want to suck you dry,” I exclaimed. Suddenly Ron’s cock thrust into my mouth, I sucked my own juices off Ron’s cock washing it with my saliva. I got back into the same rhythm, thrusting my pussy onto Ed’s cock and then thrusting my mouth back on Ron’s cock. Next one of Ed’s strong hands left my hips and his fingers went in between my pussy lips until he found my clit. Ed began rubbing my clit, while he was still thrusting himself deep inside me. Suddenly my body exploded, shaking all over, my pussy muscles tightened around Ed’s pulsating cock and my lips pressed harder on Ron’s cock while my mouth sucked his throbbing piece of manhood deeper and harder into my mouth. Abruptly I felt both men’s bodies go rigid, and a shudder run though them. Just then my pussy spasmed and my juices poured out of me, at the same time Ed’s cock pulsed inside of me just as his hot semen erupted deep inside of my pussy. Next Ron’s cock spasmed inside my mouth and his frothy hot cum exploded into my mouth filling it, my throat swallowed but some of his semen escaped out of the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin. After each of us came in turn, then the three of us separated. Ed pulled his cock from my pussy and Ron pulled his cock out of my mouth. All three of us collapsed on the bed. Ron on my left and Ed on my right, the three of us gasping for breath. Slowly I turned over toward Ron, I pulled his face to mine and kissed him, searching his mouth with my exploring tongue. Then I turned toward Ed and pulled his face to mine and kissed him sucking his tongue into my mouth. Completely exhausted I fell into a deep sleep in between the two men. I awoke the next morning to find myself wrapped up with Ed on the stained satin bedspread, and with Ron nowhere in sight. THE END Room 112 The knock on the door wakes them from their slumber. Just in time too. John gets up and Diane tells him that maybe he should put something on before he answers the door. Sheepishly, he agrees and grabs one of the terry cloth robes provided by the hotel. As he opens the door, a beautiful woman walks in with a tray full of food. Lobster tails, crab legs, hoer d'oeuvres with loads of the finest caviar. Cheese, crackers, a bottle of bubbly and a six pack. White chocolate covered strawberries are for dessert. As she goes through the motions of showing them their meal, she looks at her lying in the bed, still naked and raises her eyes approvingly. She says with a smile, "Hmmm, I'm sure you'll enjoy, this, um, dinner. If you two need anything, anything or one at all, just ask for me. My names Simone." Diane sits up on the bed, allowing Simone to see her naked body in full and smiles telling her, "No thanks, I think we've got everything we need. But if we change our minds, You'll be the first to know". Simone smiles a knowing smile as she exits the room, saying, "Again, my names Simone. I hope you'll call on me". John shuts the door and gives Diane a raised eyebrow, looking at her voluptous body and with a sly grin asks, "What's on Your mind?" She replies just as he suspected by saying nothing, instead she gives him a devilish smile. Famished, they take a moment to eat dinner, hungrily devouring the lobster and crab. Diane avoids the caviar and opens one of the bottles of beer. After they finish, they take some time out to drink the rest of the beer. Diane asks John why he got the champagne if he was going to drink beer. He tells her that there's nothing better than having a little champagne with white chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. She thinks that he meant to eat and drink, until he pushes her back on the bed and grabs the strawberries and uncorks the bottle of champagne. Diane laughs as the cork pops off the bottle and champagne spills all over. John does his best to suck it up and quickly rushes to the bed and lets the rest spill on her body, promising to lick her clean. He takes a strawberry and traces it all over her, across her cheek, down her neck over her left breast and down her belly. The white chocolate melts against Dianes hot skin and he licks that off as well. He takes the bottle again and pours more champagne on her belly, letting it puddle in her navel. Her laugh becomes more of a low groan as she feels herself becoming wet again. Her excitement making her wetter with each time touch of his hands and tongue. Johns teasing turns subtle, his eyes lock on heres. Its the look that shes seen already this day and she knows that she will succumb to him again. She cannot resist his touch and she doesn't want to. The intensity in his eyes bores through her, as if he knows exactly what shes thinking, what she wants, what she needs. Diane pulls him down to kiss his lips. Their mouths part, their tongues twirl and are the first things to touch. As they kiss, John lets go of the bottle, letting it's last drops fall onto the floor. Diane thinks to herself that this is the most virile man shes ever been with. How can he keep up such intensity each and every time he touches me she thinks silently. Lost in the moment, her concentration waivers. Her body forcing her to concentrate on the sensations of his touch. This time she tells herself that shes going to control the pace of things, but his kiss, his touch and the words he whispers in her ear again breaks down what ever defenses that she might have put up. Losing control of her ability to contain herself, to prolong her impending orgasm, she tells him to touch her pussy again. Johns hands move down her body, its soft but sticky from the strawberries and champagne. He reaches her incredibly wet pussy and tells her how wet she is. She only nods as she tilts her head back and closes her eyes. "Oh God, that feels sooo good". Dianes body shudders as John kisses his way back down to her perfectly trimmed pussy. His tongue touches her clit for the hundrenth time, and for the hundrenth time, Diane lets out a loud moan of satisfaction telling him, "Fuck, I can't believe it, but I'm going to cum already". Not wanting to hurry her, John stops and begins to lift his head, but Diane hands hold his head down telling him, "It's too late, I need your tongue on my pussy". Only moments later, her body convulses and shakes with a powerful orgasm, her breath comes in short gasps as her hands hold his head still, not wanting him to stop, but unable to withstand the pleasurable sensations. Finally, Diane returns to earth as her orgasm subsides and John slides his thick cock deep into her waiting pussy. She rolls him onto his back and climbs on top saying, "I'm gonna have the ride of my life and your the one who's going to do me". They fuck for another twenty minutes with her having two more orgasms. Finally they both collapse from complete exhaustion and pure satisfaction. Diane leans over to John whispering, "Maybe next time we should invite Simone." John rolls over on his side, a satsifactory smile on his face. He lifts the hotel phone from its cradle and dials room service. "Hello?, Simone? This is room 112."....... Room 113 Part 1 On this particular night, Joe awoke to the soft and soothing sounds of rain on his window. He walked over to his kitchen table and found a letter that he hadn't noticed before. The letter was written in red ink and smelled of jasmine. He slowly opened the letter only to be surprised by the words written: Joe- Meet me tomorrow night at the Crystal Goddess Hotel Room 113. The door will be open - I will be waiting for you! The letter was not signed --- only thing he saw -- that sent shivers up his spine were the pair of lips that were imprinted at the bottom. Joe was surprised to read the letter. He was curious about finding out who sent it and who would be waiting for him in room 113. Joe's day went like a blur; he could only imagine what was in store for him. When it was finally time for him to arrive, he was nervous. He walked into the hotel and went straight to the room --- looking around to see if he recognized anyone. He walked up to the door of room 113 and opened it. Once in the room, Joe looked around; the lights were out, but candles illuminated the whole room. He noticed a trail of rose petals to the canopy bed and just as he walked to it, he heard a soft voice: "I am really glad you came --- I've been waiting for you for a long time." Joe walked over to the bed as if he was in a trance. Again he heard the voice speak to him "Joe please go to the bed and wait for me...I will make all of your fantasies come true tonight." Joe sat down and waited in anticipation... And then he saw her... Part 2 Gabriella nervously waited for Joe to arrive; she thought that he might not show up, thinking that someone was playing a practical joke. She could tell by his reaction that he was surprised to see her. It had been a couple of days since they had first met at a party and after a few drinks ended their night in the throes of passion. Gabriella left Joe's apartment still craving more. Confused about the intensity of her sexual desire for him, Gabriella felt the best way to approach Joe; was to create an erotic fantasy for him. Gabriella approached Joe --- she walked up to him and put her finger over his mouth, motioning him to stay silent. She took his hand and walked him over to the bed and said, "I want you --- my body has been crying out for you since we last saw each other. Tonight I want you to make love to me." She slowly began to kiss him and Joe eagerly responded to her kisses. She wanted to take her time, but she could not control herself, she began to feel soft and warm between her legs. She hungrily kissed Joe, sucking his lips passionately. She caressed his body and brought herself closer to him. Joe began to kiss Gabriella on her neck--- remembering how much she enjoyed this. Gabriella arched her back as she felt herself climax. She began to undress Joe slowly, kissing all of his body as she took his clothes off. She kissed his chest, slowly leaving a trail of wet kisses down to his navel. She began unbuttoning his pants but he stopped her. He stood her up and began kissing Gabriella hungrily. Joe began to kiss her neck and slowly opened the black robe that she was wearing, exposing her womanly body and her large breasts. All that he was able to do was look at them with hunger and awe. He could sense that Gabriella was waiting for his lips to touch her breasts and he complied. He slowly kissed each breast, taking turns on each one. Gabriella was crying out for him, almost begging him to suck her nipples. He sucked and nibbled each nipple making Gabriella cry out in pleasure. Gabriella could not control herself any longer; she began to cum just as soon as she felt Joe's entire mouth on her breasts. She felt herself begin to get weak in the knees. She wanted Joe to stop so she can continue with her seduction. But, she could not speak - all Joe heard were moans of pleasure. Finally she pulled Joe off of her breasts motioning to lie down on the bed. She slowly began to take his pants off exposing his beautiful cock. She was amazed at the sight of it. She took it in her mouth and began to suck it. It was now Joe's turn to moan, and it felt like heaven for him. Since their first meeting, Joe wondered about Gabriella's passionate nature and if he would ever experience it again. From what he was experiencing right now, he knew that he was in for a night. As Gabriella continued to suck him he touched her wet pussy. Not only was she soft and wet, but he could feel her coming as he fingered her clitoris. He wanted her, and nothing would stop him from having her. Joe pulled Gabriella up, and turned her on her back. He took the rest of their clothing off. He pulled her close to him and they continued to kiss. He made her lie down on her back and he pushed her legs apart. He slowly began to kiss her belly button continuing down the path that led to her wet womanhood. He slowly kissed her clitoris, sending electrical shocks throughout Gabriella's body. His hands grasped at her hips, pulling her further into his face. She felt his tongue everywhere -- on her clit - on her inner thigh -- inside her. No longer able to hold her climax, she let herself go, shuddering as each wave took control of her body. He felt the power of his tongue as he sucked and licked Gabriella's pussy and tasted her cum. This continued for what seemed like hours, each taking turns pleasuring each other's bodies with their tongues. Joe got on his back, Gabriella climbed on top of him. She took all of Joe's cock inside of her, filling her up. Joe continued to suck Gabriella's breasts. With each upward thrust Joe could feel Gabriella's pussy tightening up; she was close to coming again, with one last thrust he heard Gabriella say "Please don't stop, and make me cum again..." Joe flipped her over on her stomach and took her hungrily. His breath was hard and fast on her neck. With one deep thrust he was inside her again, he continued to thrust into her deeper and deeper. His lovemaking had turned into something primal. She met all of his thrusts with cries of pleasure. He could no longer contain himself and just as Gabriella began to cry out, he exploded inside her --- filling her up with his cum. They held each other as they came together. Joe and Gabriella took a shower together, ate dinner, made love all night long. In the morning, as they kissed each other goodbye, they promised to meet every week in room 113. Room 113 Wendy sat down, slipped off her heels under the desk, crossed her legs and reached for the mouse to open her email, again. She clicked on Gus's last message, reading it one more time, checking the address he gave her, and the time she was supposed to arrive. It was simple, a few lines of instructions, a time and an address, but she read it carefully before she closed the program. Looking over the circulation desk, out into the library, everything was quiet. There were the same few grad students who were there every Sunday evening and probably knew the library almost as well as she did plus one diligent undergrad, who seemed to be using the library for study space more than research. She was hoping for a newcomer, a freshman maybe, someone bewildered and glad of assistance, but, nope, everyone was doing fine. She checked the request inbox, none of the professors were working tonight; no new research requests. All that left was checking in the books the busy day shift had left and plenty of time to day dream. She let her hands do the work while her mind drifted. Gus was asking for something new, something she hadn't expected at all. He wanted her to visit another Dom, alone. Of all the things he'd asked, this was the most unnerving. Usually she liked it when he messed with her head a little; he liked keeping her off balance and in suspense, vulnerable. And he had a good idea of what scared her, what intimidated her. He wanted more from her, she wasn't sure exactly what, but he wouldn't have asked if he didn't want it. So she'd go. She thought about that for a second, what* she'd actually be doing. Kneeling naked and blindfolded, but not secure in the knowledge that Gus was right there with her. Naked, blindfolded and alone. She pushed the thought away and slipped her feet back into her shoes. It was getting near closing, time to walk the stacks and give everyone the fifteen minute warning. Blinking the lights seemed rude to the elderly head librarian, so each night one of the staff walked around and apologized to each patron, regretfully informing them that the library closed at midnight. Walking slowly up the wide stone stairs, she thought of the man she was going to visit. Most of the guys Gus had her fuck were sent on their way before he took her blindfold off. They would stay and cuddle a bit if they wanted, but the conversation was mostly between the men, she would lay there quietly snuggled up to one or both of them, only offering the occasional comment. A very few of their favorites were allowed to see her face, he'd take her blindfold off and her demeanor would start to shift slowly back. This one however had not only seen her face, but spent enough time with them that he'd seen her clothed and even once shared a meal. He'd make this much easier. Confidant and rough, energetic and easygoing, he was a real person to her. The guys who never saw her face were experiences, not people. She never knew their names, any of them. Their favorites they gave nick names. This one was Boss, because they enjoyed his dominant nature. He never hesitated to ask for or take what he wanted and was rough enough about it that she thought most of her doubts would be overridden once she was there. She might still have mental reservations, but it wouldn't matter. She'd be obedient as Gus wanted and Boss would not allow her to be otherwise anyway. At the top of the stairs she turned and walked to the back of the library, wandering from room to room. The library was old, recently converted to its new use. The upper rooms were odd sizes, some opening off one another, some off the two hallways*. Laying out the shelves in a way that made sense was impossible, but it made a wonderful place to set up and work uninterrupted. As likely as not each patron had a room to themselves if they wanted, and leaving a project out on a table for weeks on end wasn't an issue. The only problem was some of them liking to work there too much. Staying overnight was simply not allowed. So before closing, the night librarian would walk around and get an idea of who was there, to make sure they left. Already the librarians *had at least one story of finding a student, grad or undergrad, hiding in a broom closet or on top of a book case. It was impossible to be mad at them, but it was important to be firm and make them go home. Drifting from room to room, she found a few students she knew would be there, who didn't need more than a smile or murmured word before they started to pack up. Gus had given her rules in his letter along with the time and place. First, no talking. As soon as she'd read that, she breathed a little easier. Gus would be as much in control as ever. Second, remove your clothes, kneel and wait. It would at least seem like he was there, as he always was when she was blindfolded and on her knees waiting for him. Third, get video of it all. That made her smile. He might as well be there, but wanted to see her obedient even when he was not. She did the same thing training Munchkin. Tell him to say, put a treat in front of him and walk to another room for a few moments, just to see if he'd be a good boy when she wasn't looking. He always was. This assignment really wouldn't be so difficult. Coming back down the stairs she saw the solitary undergrad already picking up his work. It was going to be an easy night; she'd be home on time. A few days later, driving north through the early winter darkness, she laughed at herself. This assignment wouldn't be so difficult. Ha, ha and ha. In theory it was simple, easy. Drive to the hotel, check in, text the room number to Gus, then kneel down and wait with the door just slightly ajar. Boss must be taking care of the video, of course. If she knew where the camera was, she'd be able to turn away when she wanted. No, there would be no hiding. She didn't think she'd have to wait long. Gus would not have told her to leave the door open unless he knew Boss was already there looking out for her. Still, for a few moments, she'd be naked and sightless, in an unfamiliar town, with nothing between her and the street. Yeah, easy. She found the address and parked. Most of the lot's lights were out, but the colorful glow from the liquor store's signs across the street made up for it. Neon signs advertised not only Budweiser, Bud Light, National Bohemian, and Rolling Rock, but also check cashing and wire transfers. Glorious. Checking in, the clerk informed her that she had a reservation and handed her two room keys. With trepidation she went off to find room 113, wondering what else Gus's devious mind had come up with. Room 113 was on the first floor, facing the street. Why would it not? Opening the door, she glanced over her shoulder, half expecting to see Boss nearby, but it was a quick glance. There were a few men in work clothes going into the liquor store, and she turned back, not really wanting to make eye contact. Besides she was sure that looking for Boss would be against the spirit if not the letter of Gus's law. Inside she started to get ready. She stripped the scratchy and suspicious coverlet off the bed and put it folded neatly on the floor inside the closet, replacing it with a soft red, thick and plush blanket she'd brought. Her clothes on hangers, bag on the shelf, she smoothed sheer black stockings over her legs and attached them to a black satin garter belt cinched around her little waist. She didn't bother with shoes, just tied her hair up tight and laid the blindfold on the bed. Placing the tiny rug on the floor at the foot of the bed, that was it, she was ready. Standing at the door, one hand on the knob, one hand on the lock, she hesitated. She flicked the lock open, then turned it back. She wanted badly to crack open the door and look around. Was there anyone in the parking lot? Anyone checking in? Room 113 was the second one down from the lobby, on the way to the parking lot. Anyone checking in would walk past this door. She opened the lock again, turned the knob and eased the door open, just enough that she could flip the latch over to keep the door from closing all the way. She pushed the door against the latch and let go. It swung open, only a little, maybe two inches. She pushed it back again and held it for a moment, willing it to hold still. As soon as she took her hand off, it slowly swung open, just those two inches. It was light in the room and dark outside, someone walking along would be able to see a small sliver of the room, but only the head of the bed, they wouldn't be able to see her at the foot of the bed. Unless they touched the door. Or there was wind. There wasn't any wind tonight, she told herself, it would be ok. She pushed the door again and held it a little longer this time. It swung right back and she gave up. Mentally scowling at Gus, who she was sure would be amused by her little argument with a door, she knelt down at the foot of the bed, facing the door. Buckling the blindfold on tightly, she clasped her hands behind her back, ready for what she was sure would be a very short wait. She was certain it would be a short wait. Boss had to be right outside in the lot, watching the door. He'd be in any minute. She couldn't imagine impulsive energetic Boss waiting long when he knew she was naked and ready for him. Listening to the cars drive by, the moments turned to minutes. She shifted her knees, crossed and uncrossed her feet, nervously rubbing the ball of one foot with the toes of the other. The cold winter air seeped into the room, contracting her already erect nipples, making them stand out very straight and feeling very cold on the wetness between her legs. The minutes got longer and she started to shiver. She told herself that this couldn't possibly be as long as she felt it was. It just seemed like a long time. Boss was right there, outside the door, delaying a few minutes to unsettle her. He'd come in any second. She shifted her weight again; her knees were starting to get sore, her muscles beginning to ache. Goosebumps rising on her skin, she ignored the urge to unclasp her hands and rub her arms. With the cold air, the scent of tobacco drifted into the room. Someone outside the door was smoking. She knew Boss doesn't smoke. She squirmed. Turning one ear toward the door didn't work, all she could hear was traffic. She could still smell the smoke. Slightly distressed she brought one knee forward, one hand on the bed, and started to stand. "Oh don't you dare!" Boss voice was right in front of her. She gave a little yip, snatching her hand back and dropping onto her knees. Tossing her head up to face him, she tried to glare through the blindfold and started seriously debating how much obedience to Gus translated to obedience to Boss. Gus had earned her obedience. She heard the door shut and the latch click. Dropping her head, she was not sure if she'd listen to him or not. She felt his hand on her breast, squeezing it abruptly, roughly. Leaning back and twisting away from him, she kept her hands clasped behind her. "Oh really?" He didn't sound surprised. He reached behind her head, digging his fingers into her hair and pulling her head back. He squeezed her breast again, harder. She tried to pull away again, but he held her, straining and twisting in his grip. She felt her body respond and the twisting turned to arching as she lifted her breasts up under his hand and leaned her head back farther. "Stand up" Abruptly he took his hands off her. She swayed a moment, coming back upright, but made no move to stand. "Stand up." Lifting her roughly to her feet, he stood very close, his chest brushing her bare nipples. She stood silently, hands still behind her, suddenly missing Gus. His kissed her, long and deep, his arms circling her, bringing her closer. Kissing him back, she let her arms drift forward, leaning into him, wrapping her arms around him. He felt very different than Gus. Shorter and broader, clean shaven, his hands even felt different. This felt very wrong. Breaking the kiss, she sighed but didn't pull away from his embrace. She was doing exactly what Gus had told her to do. He turned her around and pushed her down on the bed, smacking her butt. "Stay there." He instructed. She thought of turning over and sitting up. Partly just because it would be fun to get pushed back down again, partly because she still wasn't sure about being obedient to Boss. If Gus saw this video later and chided her for not obeying, she'd feel terrible. Which would he forgive more quickly, which was worse? Not obeying him completely or obeying someone else? She had lifted her head from the mattress and started to twist when she heard the curtains open, the soft rustle of the fabric and the quiet slide of hooks along the rail. He had opened the curtains. Suddenly it was clear. Gus's instructions had definitely ended with "kneel and wait." She flipped over and sat up, crossing her arms under her breasts and turning her head toward where she thought Boss was. One leg crossed over the other, head cocked to a bit to the side, she was done with obeying. "So, this is what you are like when Gus isn't around to keep you in line." Minimal talking was one of the rules; she turned away silently. Gus's naked slave waiting for him in a hotel room was enough of a gift, the rest he'd have to work for. The mattress sagged under his weight next to her. He sat there for a few seconds before his hand under her chin started to turn her head toward him, but she pulled back, swinging her legs to turn completely away. "Oh no you don't." He pulled her to him, scooping her into his arms and stood up, just to toss her back down on the bed and drop on her, crushing her with his weight. The buttons of his shirt bit into her chest and his breath was warm on her skin as he reached for her wrists. Resisting, Wendy shoved at one muscular shoulder and tried to slide out from under him, but he just shifted his weight, he was too big for her. As she felt his balance change, she changed her grip and pulled his shoulder down, thrusting her feet down into the mattress and arching her back, trying to lift him with her hips. She had surprise on her side, it took him a second to react; she had him halfway rolled over before he muscled her back down. "You little bitch!" The amused shock in his voice was worth every moment of her five wrestling lessons. When he grabbed her wrists, stretching her arms over head, she wished she'd taken a few more. She was out of tricks. Pulling away with all her strength, she couldn't get her arms free. Thrashing and bucking, she couldn't budge his weight at all. He just shifted with her, tightened his grip on her wrists, leaning his head down to bite her shoulder. Pushing at his head with hers, she tried to twist away, straining against him. His teeth on her skin sent shivers down her spine. Still trying to pull her arms free, her legs relaxed, no longer kicking at his. He bit harder, the pain got sharper and her arms fell slack, her head dropping back. Her quick breath turned to a low moan as she relaxed into it. He stopped and kissed the red, aching bit of skin on her shoulder. Bringing one knee up, he pushed at her thigh, moving it aside. He took both her wrists in one hand and trailed the other down the side of her face, her neck, to one nipple, slowly pulling at the ring there. The silver rings through her nipples made them incredibly sensitive, the gentle pull made her gasp and arch, trying to bring her breast closer to his hand. She whimpered and he let go, pushing his palm open against her, first pressing her breast down, then gripping it hard, digging his fingers into her soft skin. Pushing at her other leg now, he seemed to have all limbs occupied and be fully distracted, so she jerked her hands free, brought her knees up and shoved with everything, breaking free and getting halfway out from under him before he seized her and got her back under control. Sitting up, he pushed her down over his lap, took a handful of hair and started spanking her. Not just a few slaps, he fell into a rhythm, one cheek then the other. He didn't start lightly, she felt every one, heard the thwack of his hand on her skin with the stinging pain on her skin. She pushed up with her arms but he wasn't having it, he twisted her hair tighter and shoved her back. Gripping two handfuls of blanket Wendy bent her head down and stifled a soft moan. Striking harder, he continued to cover her ass, seeming intent on reddening it completely. As the pain seeped into her veins, warmth flowed throw her. Her skin felt hot, swollen, more and more sensitive, she started to cringe under the impact of his hand. He kept on intently, each stroke followed quickly by the next. He pushed at her hair, turning her face up from the blanket. "I want to hear you." Her groans audible now, Wendy bit her lip, trying in vain to quiet herself. The soft nap of the blanket rubbing her nipples, her pussy getting wetter and wetter, every nerve in her body was singing, the pain intensifying it all. Moving restlessly, she felt his hardness under her. Shifting her hips, she pressed against it and the hard slaps softened, slowly turning to little more than swats. Finished thrashing her, he slowly ran his fingertips over the welts. He traced the curve of her ass, then dipped his hand between her thighs, plunging his fingers deep into that little slit, and enjoying the moan she couldn't contain. Pulling her up, he thrust his fingers between her lips for her to taste. She sucked at his fingers, swallowing the few drops of liquid. He kissed her, his tongue licking the faint taste of sex from her mouth then pushed her away, leaving her alone on the bed. Sitting up, Wendy took a deep breath, listening to the quite sounds of Boss undressing. She reached her hands out searchingly along the blanket, wanting to scoot back to the wall at the head of the bed, but she had no idea where that was. Suddenly his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her down on her back. He covered her, holding her arms down, his legs pining hers, his full weight crushing the breath from her. Working his knees between hers, he pushed her thighs open. Straining to close them was no use, he was too strong for her, she struggled, but inexorably he forced them wide, angled his hips and drove his thick cock into her, stretching her pussy open. He fucked her like he had spanked her, slamming deep and fast, insistently, as she yielded, pulling her legs back, opening for him. Each stroke crushed her clitoris, grinding it between them, driving her closer and closer to coming. She lifted to meet his thrusts, lifting her head to nibble along his neck. He started to groan and let her hands go, lifting himself up to bring his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his hips, pulling him tighter, wanting him deeper. He pinched one nipple, rolling it between his fingertips, pressing the tender flesh against the metal that went through it. The pain was immediate, overwhelming her, bringing her to the brink. Fighting not to come yet, she thought of Gus, calling to him desperately, silently. Sir, sir, please? Softly she heard his voice, Yes, you can come. Crying aloud, she let the orgasm wash over her, clutching at Boss, spasms wracking her body, her muscles clenched and she clung to him as he rode her. Crying again and again, each wave was stronger than the last, then slowly receding as her moans turned to sighs. Boss released her, kneeling up over her, he moved to her face, stroking his cock and letting his balls rest on her face. Eagerly she licked them, tasting herself, sucking on the thin loose skin. Cupping him in her hands, she gently fondled what she couldn't fit in her mouth. He pulled back and she turned her face up to catch the soft salty rain on her face, licking her lips and holding out her hand for more. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her cheek, pushing more into her mouth, then kissed her again, deeply, tasting both of them in her. Room 113 With a smile, he sighed and lay down next to her. Languidly she rolled closer, throwing one arm over his stomach and nestling her head on his shoulder. "I didn't really open the curtains, I just slid them back and forth." Laughing aloud, she poked him in the ribs once hard, and was rewarded with a little ow as he slapped at her hand. They lay quietly for a few minutes, just resting, before she sat up, kissed him on the cheek and gave him a playful little shove. "Kicking me out so soon?" Smiling nodded and gave him a little finger wave. Bye bye. "That was fun, thanks, see ya?" He was laughing but questioning too. She reached for him, giving him another hug and kiss, then sat back, hands in her lap. He laughed and shook his head. "Ok." He got off the bed and she lay back down, stretching out on her belly, head propped on her hands. She listen to him splash a bit at the sink and dress, chatting all the while. Evidently the minimal talking rule had been just for her. "You hungry? There is a Wendy's across the street." She chuckled and shook her head. "Did Gus ever go back to that bar? Do ya think that waitress is still mad at me?" She had heard that story; Gus was never going back to that bar. Was the waitress still mad? Who knew? She shrugged. "I gotta go. I have softball in the morning." He planted a kiss on the top of her head, slapped her butt affectionately and was out the door tossing out a last bye as he closed the door. Room 117 It was my freshman year in college. While I had a scholarship that paid most of my school expenses, if I wanted to have a social life or even a Big Mac, I had to get a job. As in any other college town, good jobs are hard to come by, so I took what I could get. In this case, I worked with the maintenance department at the local mall. One week, the mall had this arts and crafts promotion. Numerous vendors set up kiosks all about the center portion of the mall. One of the vendors was this guy named Mark who made little glass figurines out of Pyrex with a blowtorch. I found myself interested not only in the artwork, but also the fact that the guy told me that he was pulling down good money. Like anyone who enjoys his craft, Mark was more than happy to tell me about the business. After all, like he said, his permanent shop was about 1000 miles away, and it was not like I was going to be competing with him. During my breaks that week, Mark and I talked about the business and just stuff in general. Mark was about twice my age, but he and I hit it off pretty well. I even went there on Friday, my day off. Heck, I was 18 and malls were filled with girls, so where else was I going to be? Mark was making a large sailboat. "Hey Barry, I thought you had the day off?" he said with a smile. "Can't get enough of the place or what?" "Shit," I answered, "Other than class, where else is there to go on Friday afternoon?" "Yeah, but if I recall my younger days correctly," he said, as he put the finishing touches on a mast of the ship. "Friday nights are hopping for a kid your age." "Oh, I'll probably hit some parties and a couple of clubs. Who knows, I might get lucky." "You're a good looking kid. You have to be a hit with the ladies," Mark offered. He sat his tools down and took a break. "I gotta have a smoke. Want to keep me company in smokers' hell?" Back then; I smoked too, so I joined him. At this mall, smokers have a little area with concrete benches. Mark and I were the only ones out there, since it was a little brisk outside that day. Mark and I sat on a bench that allowed us a view of people going in and out of one of the anchor stores. Neither of us had said much as we smoked, except for commenting on the chill in the air, for several minutes. In fact, I had finished my smoke when Mark said, "Listen, I hope you don't take this wrong, Barry, but I would like to ask you something." As he spoke, he was looking over at me; his eyes squinted a bit at the wind that was swirling in the smokers' hell. I just shrugged and replied, "I don't get offend too easily. So shoot." After a pause, as I recall, it was like he was bracing himself in case I did get pissed. While he was older than I, I had a good six inches in height on the guy. Mark was in good shape for a thirty something, but I was built pretty well. Mark was a slender guy, though by no means frail. He just wasn't someone who would intimidate anyone. "Have you ever been with a man?" Mark asked. He looked at me with a look that was dead serious; otherwise, I probably would have thought he was joking. It took me a couple of moments to let the question simmer in my mind. I suppose to break the tension, Mark added, "It's okay either way. It's just that I'm bi, and I thought—" "No, sorry man," I interjected. "I don't have a problem with gays or anything. It's just never been my thing." At that point, I really did not know what to do. I was cold, and until Mark had popped the question so to speak, I had wanted to go inside. Now, if I did that, he might take it that I was pissed. It's funny how things like that sometimes work out. "Hey, I was just asking. Please don't feel like you have to apologize," Mark said, lighting another cigarette. "I just find you attractive and thought it was worth a shot. It's me who should be sorry for making you uncomfortable." Lighting a second cig of my own, I replied, "Don't worry about it. I still think you're cool, dude." Perhaps, it was that which broke the tension, but we both started laughing. "Fuck! It's cold out here, isn't it?" Mark said. It was an opportunity to change the subject, and after our smokes, we headed inside. On the way in, Mark handed me a card. "Listen, if you change your mind, my motel and room number are on the back of the card. If all you want is to drop by for a beer and a little weed, that's fine. I would enjoy having someone to talk to." I took the card and shoved it in a pocket. I left the mall after a few uncomfortable minutes hanging around Mark's kiosk. On the way out, I started to toss the card, but something made me keep it. I suppose the conversation had made me a little curious. Maybe it's just that, even as young as I was, I had learned to keep as many options open as possible, no matter how remote. ***** By eleven o'clock that night, it was obvious that Friday night was going nowhere. It seemed like everyone was paired up, except a few of us unlucky males. Lots of times, I have no problem with that. Hanging with my buds can be loads of fun, but I found myself thinking of the card that was still in my jacket pocket. My hand kept grasping it whenever I shoved my hands in my pockets. What the hell, I figured. I go by Mark's motel room and see what happens. At least, if nothing else, I can get a good buzz and go home. As I drove to the little motel along the freeway, I felt myself getting more and more anxious. I saw the red and yellow neon sign at the hotel and pulled up in front of Mark's room on the first floor. I parked right next to his car. I had helped him unload a few things at the mall, so I knew which one was his. I still remember the butterflies. It was a feeling like I would get before I found out the score of a test I just had to pass but had no idea if I did. I paused at that motel room door. Room 117. I still recall the numbers, and I suppose I always will. I raised my hand to knock, then stopped. What if he's already asleep, I thought. I listened closely and could hear the TV. What if he is with someone? That would suck royally. Finally, I knocked. Once you do a thing, I have been told, you can never go back. The bell is rung. I stood like an idiot, almost at attention, waiting for the door to open. Just when I thought Mark might have walked over to a diner for a bite to eat, I saw the light at the peephole in the door darken. The door opened. The bell rang. "Hey Barry!" Mark said grinning. He stood there looking up at me. Mark was dressed only in a pair of loose, blue gym shorts. "I was just having a beer and watching a movie." From the TV, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of one of those softcore porn movies they offer at motels. I was a little relieved to hear the moans of a woman. I don't know that I would have been able to watch softcore gay porn. "Well, it's cold out there. Come on in here." Mark was visibly excited. His smile was wide and inviting. As I entered, I looked him over. He had a nice tan and his chest had more definition than I had thought. Apparently, I thought, old Mark works out a bit. Mark offered me a beer, which I gladly accepted. He lit a joint he had already rolled and passed it to me. I took a long, deep toke. If I was going to do anything this night, I was going to need the fortitude. For about half an hour, we just talked and watched the show on the TV. Mark had turned down the lights before he lay down on the bed. I had taken a seat in one of the two chairs in the room. As my first beer became my second and our third joint was lit, I could feel my nervousness subsiding. In fact, as I watched two blondes in a hot lesbian scene, I felt my cock starting to stir. Looking over at Mark, I saw that he was rubbing his cock through his gym shorts. Judging from what I could see, Mark was hard as a rock. As if in a daze, not all brought about by the drink and dope, I stood up and moved over around the foot of the bed. I looked over and watched Mark, as I did. I stopped and stood there looking down at him. Then, slowly and ever so tentatively, I slipped off my jacket and started unbuttoning my shirt. "Wait," Mark said, moving to kneel on the bed in front of me. "Do you mind if I do that for you, Barry?" With the silent reply of letting my hands fall to my side, I let him undress me. Kneeling as he was on the bed, we were eye to eye. His eyes betrayed his hunger. I had really never seen that in anyone's eyes before. I wasn't a virgin. I had been with several girls, but the look from them had always been the same nervousness I was experiencing at that moment. As Mark slipped my shirt off my shoulders, his face was drawn next to mine. "You know, I never—" My voice trailed off. Mark nodded knowingly. "I know, man. It's okay. I won't ask you to do anything you don't want." At that, he let his cheek brush mine. I felt the hard stubble of his beard, as his face grazed mine. I found the sensation mildly arousing—taboo. I felt my cock pressing at the material of my jeans, as Mark reached to unbutton them. As Mark guided my jeans down my thighs, his lips brushed my right nipple. I exhaled deeply. Mark missed nothing. Upon hearing my breathing change, he sucked the nipple between his lips. At the same time, my jeans fell to the floor at my feet. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them. Now, clad only in my socks and my bikini briefs with the purple head of my cock peeking out past the waistband, I was accepting the touch of a man for the first time. Mark's hand slid down my stomach. His fingers slipped over my cock, pushing the front of my briefs down. "Oh," Mark moaned, as he gripped it and looked down at it in the faint light from the TV, "Now, that is a beautiful cock, Barry." I slipped my brief down until they dropped to the floor, as Mark admired my cock. He guided me onto his bed and positioned me on my back. "Just relax, man. Just let it happen. Okay?" I nodded, my eyes watching him. My body wanted him, even if my mind was uncertain. "Ohhhh fuck," I gasped, as his tongue swept a generous drop of precum from the head of my aching cock and then swirled over the sensitive glans. My hips rose involuntarily to his mouth. "Mmmmmm, I think my young friend likes that, don't you?" Mark asked. His eyes looked up at me filled with lust. "I love the taste of your cock, baby." The sound of him calling me 'baby' would have sounded weird at any other time. But, in that instant, it made me want more. More of his mouth, his lips and yes, even his cock. Unlike the girls I had been with, Mark relished in devouring my cock. He attacked it. He sucked me lovingly and loudly. His eyes looked up into mine from time to time. I found my hands gripping his head of their own volition. His lips stroked up and down the entire length of my thick, eight-inch cock. I felt his lips at the base when he willed himself to deep throat it, almost choking. The feel of his nose in my pubic hair drove me wild. Soon, I was fucking up at his mouth. I was using his mouth. His saliva was trickling down my balls, as the obscene sound of his masterful sucking drove me over the edge. "Oh fuck, Mark," I cried. "I'm gonna cum." It was hardly any warning at all, because as I spoke the words, I came. As I exploded down the back of his greedy throat, Mark buried his face at the base of my cock. His tongue feathered the underside of my cock, as he milked me of my enormous load. Finally, as my cock slowly softened between his lips, Mark released it, confident that he had milked all that orgasm had to offer. Without thinking about it, I pulled him up to me and brought his cum streaked lips to mine. My tongue swirled in his mouth, as his arms slipped under me, pulling me hard to him. His strength was surprising I thought, given his build. I found the tight embrace of another man exciting, perhaps not preferable to the soft touch of a woman but intoxicating nonetheless. Finally, our kiss broke and Mark rolled over beside me. My hand brushed his hip, and I realized that he had removed his shorts. I lay there considering the taste of my own cum and what the taste of Mark's might be like. I decided that the only way to find out was to return the favor. I am sure I was awkward that first time. I am also certain I could not have chosen a better lover that first time I rang yet another bell. I had not planned on anything but maybe getting a quick blow job when I had turned my car on the freeway to that motel; though, deep down, that look—that look of hunger awakened something within me. It was as if I wanted to do anything and everything possible to feed that hunger. Mark's hand was slowly stroking his cock, as slid down the bed beside him until my face was there inches from his pulsing meat. The flickering light from the TV bathed it in a glow that enhanced every vein and nuance of his member. He was just as long as I, but not nearly as thick. I was immediately grateful for that. I wanted to please this man. I wanted to please, as I had been pleased. Taking a cue from Mark, I first circled the mushroom head of his swollen cock. I flicked my tongue over the tip and took in my first taste of precum. It was slick on my tongue—mostly without taste. Slowly, I licked my lips teasingly, as I looked up to him. "Do you want my mouth, Mark?" I asked with a wry grin. Mark chuckled a little, breathlessly, "Yeah, I want your mouth so bad I might just cum in your face right now." That said Mark guided me down to his cock. His hand gently caressing my hair, as my lips slipped over the head. I let my tongue lead the way down his cock. I painted the shaft with my cock, as he had done for me. I pushed my lips all the way down his cock. Gagging a little at first, I finally got the hang of relaxing my throat enough to take him completely. His moans guided my ministrations. In that way, performing orally on a man is not much different than on a woman. The only real difference is the fact that I know exactly how fellatio feels. I know what it feels like when it is done well, and when it is performed poorly. And yes, there is such a thing as a 'bad' blowjob. I have never sent one back, but I have had some better than others. I wanted the first blowjob I performed to be earth shattering. I wanted Mark to relish my efforts. As I sucked him and he responded, I felt my cock re-inflate underneath me. Soon, I was just as turned on as Mark was. My head was whipping and my lips were coursing up and down his cock as fast as I could make them go. I could feel him throb on my tongue. I felt his body tensing under my lips. I reached up and slid one hand under his balls, tickling them with my fingertips, as I sucked. My other hand slid up his chest, located a nipple and pinched it lightly at first, then harder. I know he warned me, as I had him. I could hear him telling me that he was about to cum. I wanted it. I wanted it as badly, as I can remember wanting anything. I moaned my invitation for Mark to cum in my mouth and with a loud, deep grunt, I felt his cum splash the back of my virgin throat. I swallowed as much of the slick, salty seed as I could. There was so damned much of it. So much, in fact, thick streams escaped my lips and covered his pubic hair and balls. When his surge subsided, I licked as much as I could from his loins. When I had finished, I found my cock throbbing under me. I rolled over on my side and lay my head on Mark's thigh. My cock was pointing up accusingly towards him, as I gave his balls a gentle kiss. "I guess I might be bisexual, after all," I laughed a little self-consciously. My hand was absently stroking my cock, as I sat up. "I loved it when you came, Mark." Mark sat up and brought his lips to mine. "I have been fantasizing about you, since we met. You are even better than I dreamed you would be." His tongue lapped at the stray cum on my chin and lips. "I see you're hard again." "Yeah," I laughed. "Sucking cock turns me on, I guess, huh?" "Lucky me," Mark said, as he pushed me down onto my back. My hands returned to his head, as I moaned my reply. Room 1229 It was an unusually warm day for December, that first time they met. She had been online chatting with friends, when he instant messaged her. Her first thought was to cancel it, but something, somewhere deep in her unconscious made her respond. She thought to herself it would go like all the others, and she would end it quickly by saying she had to go, then next time she was online she would block his name. She expected the same online attempts at pick up lines, " Can I help you with your fantasies," "You seem to be an intelligent women, would you like to fuck," and her favorite "I have a big one for you" they all amused her but they didn't win her attentions. She expected that, and she was prepared with her polite but usual response, when he offered none of those obnoxious lines, she was intrigued. By the time she had realized it they had been talking for over three hours. He had offered her his phone number, she had politely refused it, but as the conversation progressed she found herself wanting to hear his voice. She was stunned by her reaction, in such a short time she felt this undeniable connection with him. Eager to put a voice to the typed words, she called. His presence on the phone was as great as his presence online. She felt her insides melt the first time she heard his voice. That phone call was the catalyze to their passion. Never before had she felt such a strong connection, they were complete opposites in every way except one.....their desires. They talked consistently on the phone or online almost everyday, their bond grew along with their need to consummate their bodies, and souls. When they couldn't be satisfied with just erotic talk anymore, they knew the time had come to finally meet in person. He made arrangements to take an extra day on a business trip next month and fly to meet her. For her, the waiting would seem endless, she prayed for the days to rush by. She tried to busy herself with her writing but she was often distracted by her thoughts of the approaching day. When the day finally did arrive she was nervous, more so then she had anticipated. As she drove to the airport, she began to obsess about everything, wondering if they had built this up too much in their minds, had they placed an impossible expectation on their meeting, would they be able to meet their own standards? Pulling into the covered parking structure, she found a space near the elevators. She arrived an hour early, because of all the added security measures she wanted to be sure they found each other. This gave her time to pull herself together, although she doubted the butterflies in her stomach would disappear before he arrived. She found a seat where the passengers stream out from behind the security screeners, watching as men, women, with and without significant others walk by. Some are involved in animated conversation, some just pretending to acknowledge the chatter going on beside them. Just then, she looked up and saw him. He walked down the aisle, stopping, he set his bag down looking around, not entirely sure of who or what he was looking for. She doesn't get up immediately, instead, she silently observe him. She watches how he carries himself, exuding confidence, sexual magnetism. Casually, she walks up behind him and taps him on the arm, turning around he knows her immediately. Their eyes meet for the first time and the connection is undeniable. Everything that is felt is said without words. The desire and passion, that wanting ache is reflected back into each others eyes. Everything that she obsessed about an hour ago had faded from her memory. He held out his arms to her and she is drawn to him, much like the first time she heard his voice. His embrace wrapped around her tightly, his voice providing the warmth. She stood there, absorbing his presence, feeling his arms entangled with hers. She thought she would faint from the sheer enormity of that moment. She had dreamt about it, fantasized about it, replayed it over and over again in her mind, and now she was feeling it, living it, she couldn't have felt more at peace. There in the middle of the airport, surrounded by hundreds of travelers, they were alone, together at last. They kissed as if they had been lovers for a thousand years and then they kissed as if they would never see each other again. The reality of the moment hit them and they broke apart, happy to finally meet. In her mind she knew she would not run away. They walked thru the airport to her car, talking endlessly along the way. Reaching the car, she unlocked the doors, and he placed his bag in the back-seat. He closed the door, grabbing her hand he pulls her close to his body. She can feel his excitement pressed against her stomach. Her body aches with the need to be filled by him. She looks up into his eyes, searching for that same ache. He leans down, taking her face in his hands and brushes her lips with his. A whisper of a kiss she tries to catch, the implications of a night only beginning. A sigh, long, deep, he leaves her standing there, breathless, pleading with her eyes for more. He smiles at her and walks around to the passenger side and climbs in. She opens her door and slides into the drivers seat, her body tightly wound with emotions. She starts up the car and pulls out of the parking structure, they talk about his flight and their anticipation about meeting. As they talk he places his hand on just the inside of her knee, causing her pussy to contract and throb. His hand lightly caresses her exposed knee never venturing further then the bottom of her skirt. She finds it almost impossible to pay attention to the road, her thoughts possessed of the sensations he is causing her. They stop at a stoplight and she leans over to give him a hungry kiss as a sign of her readiness. He reaches up and gently tugs on her nipples, she moans as she drags her lips from his. The car is filled with their sexual hunger for one another, and she hopes they make it quickly to the hotel. Arriving at the hotel she valets her car not wanting to waste time looking for a parking space. They walk into the hotel together, and find the front desk. After the usual paperwork of checking in, they finally have the key to their room and their passion. They didn't linger in the hotel casino as the sounds and sights promised of a financial windfall, they were more interested in the promise of a night to remember. Quickly finding their way to the elevators, the doors open and they follow the other guest into the enclosed space. She stands in front of him in the back of the elevator, leaning herself against his excitement. She molds herself to his length, gently rocking back and forth, stimulating him unbearably. He takes his hand and slides along the side of her breasts, lightly grazing it but with enough intent to cause her to gasp out loud. They finally reach their floor, and hurriedly make their way out of the elevator. They walk down the hall, looking for room 1229 . There in the middle of the hallway they stand in front of it, he takes the key and unlocks the door the first of many things that will be unlocked tonight. He holds the door for her as she walks in first. The room is beautiful, a king size bed in the middle of the room, the colors a soft, muted shade of earth tones, relaxing, seductive. Although she has seen the Vegas view many times, it somehow looked different to her tonight, like she was far away from everything she knew, her own mirage in the desert. Except it wasn't a mirage, he was real, flesh and blood standing here in front of her. Her mind was a whirl of unexpected feelings and thoughts. He knew her hesitations, and he was gentle and caring, not wanting to push her to soon or scare her. This was her first time and he wanted to show her how wonderful it is to share your feelings and allow yourself to make love with someone. She had never made love before and it wasn't until she met him that she finally understood what making love was. The eyes, the window to our soul, and she wanted him to know her eyes were open to him. He came toward her, slowly approaching her space, she moved closer to him, letting him know it was OK. He kissed her, with tender urgency, long and deep, their tongues entwined with the taste of their passion. She melted right there in his arms, in his kiss, he whispered in her ear, her resolve dragged away by the warmth of his breath on her body. A sigh, a moan, a gasp she wasn't even sure of her own voice anymore, she pulled reluctantly away, but only to tell him she would be right back. Confused, but willing to give her the time she needed, he agreed. She smiled at him and placed a finger to his lips, turned around and grabbed something from her bag and went into the bathroom. She turned on the light and stood looking in the mirror, she saw not herself, but a woman who was ready to give of herself something she had never given any man before, her entire being. She wanted to experience the passions she knew her body was capable of achieving, she had just never met the right person. Tonight she knew she was with the right person, and she wanted to make it just as special for him. She removed her clothes and slid on her silk chemise, although she knew the ultimate release for her will be to be nude in front of him, but she had to ease her way into it. She came out of the bathroom to find him standing in front of the window looking out at the view, she had to admit it looked very mesmerizing tonight. She came up behind him and encircled her arms around his waist, rubbing her breasts against his back. He traced his fingers along her arm, sending chills thru-out her body. He turned around and admired her choice of attire, he traced the lace across her cleavage with his finger, dipping between the hollow of her breasts. She pressed his hand to her breasts signifying her readiness, willingness, the passion in her heart. He walked over to the bed and removed his shirt and offered her a place beside him. She walked to him without hesitation, sitting down next to him and placing her hands on his chest. She ran her hands thru his hair, feeling his warmth penetrate her fingertips. Lying down beside her, he coaxes her back on the bed, they press their bodies together, legs tangled together, kissing, exploring, feeling, their hearts beating in time to the throbbing between their legs. They had experienced many months of foreplay with words, but now, here together, they needed no words to ignite their desires. They had each other, their bodies close together finally feeling, touching, breathing in each others excitement. Hands stroking, caressing, bringing each other to the brink of sexual release. She needed him, wanted him buried deep inside her, she brought her hands to his face, cradling it in her fingertips, stroking his cheek, she started to ask with her lips but he saw her desire in her eyes and he placed a finger to her mouth, he knew without words what she was asking. He raised himself up, pulling her with him. She knew what he wanted of her, it would be her ultimate surrender to him. He didn't offer his assistance, he wanted to be sure she was doing it because it was what she wanted to give to him. She felt herself blush as she removed her chemise, but the blush was soon turned to heat as he pressed her backward in a heated, passionate kiss that was almost the end for him. She felt his cock, hard and insistent between her thighs, she felt the heat rising between their bodies. He reached between them, taking his cock and rubbing the tip all along her slippery slit. The feel on his cock was indescribable, her smooth, satiny, shaved lips felt like cashmere, soft, inviting only the privileged to feel its exquisiteness, and he felt very privileged to be the one to share this with her. He placed the tip of his cock at her entrance, holding it there. She lifted her hips in response wanting him inside her. He brushed the hair from her eyes, wanting to see what she felt as he pushed forward into her. She was no longer afraid of letting her pleasures be seen, she wanted and needed for him to know. With their eyes locked he enter her in one long, slow stroke, he groaned at her tightness grasping him, pulling him deeper, swallowing him whole. Her breath caught in her throat and with the intensity of that moment, her body flooded with sensations and she had the most powerful orgasm of her life. She grabbed him by the ass, pulling him into her, her muscles contracting around him like they were trying to squeeze wine from a raisin, she threw her head back calling his name, and when her orgasm subsided and she looked into his eyes it was then that he knew she had completely surrender herself to him. He laid there on top of her, listening to her breathing come back down, he stroked her hair, his cock rock hard, buried deep inside her, aching to feel the walls of her pussy sliding along the length of his cock. He started a slow, steady pace, long smooth strokes, pulling out to the tip, catching her clit as he sinks back into her. Her body is on fire, she aches for his release into her. He slides his cock half way out thrusting in short quick strokes and lowers his head to her breasts. His mouth encloses her nipple between his lips, pulling upward, lengthening them into hard stiff peaks. She moans her approval, arching her body upwards into his mouth. Her mind, body, emotions are delirious with pleasure, she never knew that one person could create so much want, and desire, for a moment she is saddened at the thought of all she has been missing. He looks deep into her eyes and can see all the pleasures she has never experienced and he aches inside to share everything with her. He knows he cant hold back for much longer, her tightness surrounding him and her warm receptive pussy coating his cock with her surrender. He wants to fill her with himself, he wants her to feel his warmth, his hunger and passion for her. He thrust his cock in and out, picking up the pace, racing for that final release. She feels his cock throb and pulse inside her pussy and she knows he is close. She raises her hips to meet his strokes, then reaching between them and caressing his cock and balls. He groans with pleasure as her hand cups his tight balls. She feels his cock breathing in and out in her hand, the cum being shot from his balls racing along the length of his cock, she squeezes her hand around him, then pulls it back as he slams into her. They look into each others eyes, as their orgasms hit at the same time. She feels the flood of warmth hit her deep inside as their juices combine together, making them as one. Still thrusting into her he leans down and kisses her roughly, tenderly, a torrent of emotions washing over them. She reaches up and wraps her arms around his neck, grazing her fingertips across his lips. She kisses him sweetly, lingering for only a minute, she buries her head into his shoulder, tears falling helplessly from her eyes. He feels the dampness on his shoulder, but she doesn't say anything and he knows he doesn't have to ask, for everything she felt is in that tear running down his shoulder, and it is then that he knew for sure she was making love to him and only him. Room 123 "Honest to God Marge, I'm just hanging in there until he becomes vested in his pension plan. Then when I leave him I can get the court to award me half. What? No, I should be all right until I can land some one else. Sure. I'll get half of everything he has and the beauty of it is that the court will order him to pay my lawyer out of what he has left. No. Hey, he's a nice enough guy, but he just doesn't satisfy me sexually." I had smashed my thumb at work and had gone to the clinic. After putting two stitches in it they had given me some pain medication and the warning label said it would probably make me drowsy and that I shouldn't drive or operate machinery. I'd come straight home from the clinic, arriving three hours before my usual time, and when I came in the front door I heard Jillian on the phone in the kitchen talking to her friend Marge. I stood silently in the living room and listened to what else my "loving wife" had to say. Of course I couldn't hear what Marge was saying, but then I didn't really have to. What I heard coming out of Jillian's mouth was pretty self-explanatory. "No Marge, I haven't had a good fucking in two months. The last one I had was with Gerald just before he moved to St. Louis. I know, I know, but there is just something about a big cock that sets me all aquiver. Remember Tom? His was almost ten inches long. "Remember the time we told our hubby's we were going to an Avon party? Wasn't that a wild night? I wonder if that bar is still there. It is? Hey, how would you feel about another Avon party? Really? How about Tuesday? Okay, I'll plan on it. "Fuck no, he believes every thing I tell him. The last time I fucked Gerald I had so much cum in me that I could have floated a battleship and hubby dear wanted to fuck when I got home. I told him I wanted him to eat me first and when he commented on how wet I was I told him I was all hot and wet from thinking about him all day and hoping he'd want to fuck me that night. No lie. I actually had an orgasm thinking about how wicked I was being. Okay, I'll let you go. Don't forget Tuesday, okay?" +++++ I slipped back out of the house, drove a couple of blocks away and sat and waited for my regular time to go home. I thought about what I had just overheard. Apparently my ten-year-old marriage to Jillian wasn't near as good as I had thought. I wondered how long she had been hanging horns on me. From her conversation with Marge it had to be at least three years. Tom with the ten-inch cock had to be Tom Bakley, I'd seen his equipment in the locker room at the heath club, and he had left town three years ago. I tried to remember the night of the so-called Avon party and while I wasn't sure I believed that it took place just a little over three years ago. Three years and I hadn't had a clue. Well, I knew now and I knew the plans that Jillian had for me. It was time for me to make some plans of my own. Curiosity got the better of me and when Jillian told me about going to the Avon party with Marge I told her fine, that I would be working late that night and I would catch a bite to eat on the way home. Tuesday night I was in a borrowed car parked just down the street when Jillian backed out of our driveway. I followed her to Marge's place and as Marge climbed into Jillian's car I wondered if her husband was just as clueless as I had been. I followed them across town and I began to wonder just where the hell they were going. We were moving farther and farther away from the part of town where most of the good clubs were located. They finally pulled into the parking lot at a place called Washington's Bar and Grill and I had a hard time believing that this was their destination. For one thing it was in that part of the city known as "Niggertown" and for another the place looked like a seedy dump. I pulled over, parked, and then watched as Jillian and Marge got out of the car and went inside. I settled back to wait and see what happened. I'd been sitting there about half an hour when a cop car came slowly down the block. I saw the cop on the shotgun side take a good look at me as they went by and I was not really surprised when they came back by thirty minutes later and took another look at me. In another fifteen they were back and they pulled up behind me and parked. The two got out of the squad car and approached, one on either side, and the one on my side tapped on the window with his flashlight. I already had my drivers license out and I gave it to him before he asked for it and then he asked me what I was doing sitting in that particular neighborhood. I didn't see any reason not to tell him so I laid the whole story out for him. He asked me for a description of Jillian and then he went over and entered the bar. Five minutes later he came out carrying a white paper bag and came over to my car. "Joint doesn't look like much, but they have the best half pound ground round in town. The two women are sitting at a table in back with six big black bucks and they were being pretty friendly, if you know what I mean. Good luck" and then he and his partner got in their car and left. It was another hour before Jillian and Marge came out of the bar, each one arm in arm with a black dude. The four of them got in Jillian's car and drove off. I made a U-turn and followed them as far as the Castle Inn Motor Lodge. Five minutes later the four of them were in room 123 and I had seen enough. I headed on home, took a shower and went to bed. Three hours later I heard Jillian come in. She came into the bedroom and I heard her undressing and then she climbed in bed and shook my shoulder. "Baby? Are you awake Hon?" I rolled over, "I am now." "I'm horny baby. I've been thinking of you all day and I'm so hot, wet and horny that I think I'll die if you don't make love to me." She pulled my hand to her cunt and she was indeed very wet and I wondered how many times she had been cum in and whether or not it had been by both men. "Come on baby, I need it bad." "Not tonight Jillian. I have a headache" and I turned on my side to go back to sleep. That was the first time in our married life that I had said no to her when she wanted sex and I wondered if she was lying there looking at my back and wondering just what the hell had happened. +++++ The next two weeks I was busy making arrangements and setting my plan in motion. When every thing was in place I called Jillian from work and told her not to fix dinner. "I've just been promoted sweetie and tonight we are going out to celebrate." We had dinner at Jillian's favorite restaurant and I ordered a liter of wine to go with dinner. I barely sipped mine but I made sure that Jillian's glass was kept full. She was in a happy mood when dinner was over and then I took her out dancing and more drinking. Every drink I got Jillian was either a double or a triple and every one I got myself was plain tonic water. At ten I almost had to carry a giggling Jillian out to the car. She didn't seem to know where she was when I pulled into the parking lot at the Castle Inn Motor Lodge and she was still giggling when I carried her from the car into room 123. I sat her down on the bed and undressed her all the while telling her how sexy she looked and how I was going to see to it that her brains were fucked out. When she was naked I pushed her back on the bed and reached under the pillow for what I had put there earlier in the day when I had rented the room. While Jillian looked up at me and giggled I put Velcro straps around her wrists and then attached them to the eyebolts that I had installed earlier. When I pulled them tight Jillian stopped giggling and asked me what I was doing. "Just going to help you out here sweetie." I strapped her legs in a similar fashion and then I took one of the pillows, folded it in half and stuck it under her ass. Then I stepped back and looked at my handiwork. Jillian was spread-eagled on the bed and the pillow pushed her pussy up and made it look very accessible. Jillian was looking at me with a frightened look on her face and I smiled at her. "So I don't satisfy you sexually? You haven't had a good fuck since Gerald moved to St. Louis, right? Those two black guys' two weeks ago didn't get the job done? Well, as a good husband it is up to me to see that my wife gets what she needs." The frightened look was replaced with one of panic as she tugged at her restraints. "I don't know what you are talking about, let me loose." "Don't fight it baby, I'm just giving you what you say you want. By this time tomorrow you will be so sexually satisfied that you might not want to look at another cock for six months." She was begging me to untie her when I put the ball gag in her mouth and the blindfold on her. I walked over to the window and pulled the blinds and I was not at all surprised to see about a dozen blacks and Mexicans standing just outside. When I rented the room I'd told the desk clerk that I was married to a rich bitch that liked to play sex games. She liked to be tied up and gangbanged by minorities and that she would do anything that anybody wanted as long as she was tied up and blindfolded. "The first ten or so can only use her cunt, but after that the ball gag can come out and they can use her mouth. Don't pay any attention to her protests because they are just part of the game she plays. They can take any hole they want as long as the blindfold stays on and the hands stay tied." I gave him a hundred bucks and told him to spread the word. He must have done a good job because even as I looked out the window more were arriving. I opened the door and stepped outside. "You know the rules?" I got a lot of heads nodding yes and so I stepped aside and said, "Enjoy." +++++ I sat in my car across the lot from room 123. The blinds stayed open and so did the door and I watched as cock after cock speared into Jullian. After the fifteenth one I took out my cell phone and made a call. Luckily Marge answered instead of her husband. That saved me from having to tell two lies instead of one. "Marge? Jillian just called me and asked me to call you. She said to tell you that she was the Castle Inn Motor Lodge picking up the Avon stuff you bought the other night and she only had enough money to pick up her order and she wants you to come down and bring enough money to get your stuff." "No, I don't know. She said she had been trying to reach you, but her cell phone is acting up." "What?" "Oh, she said room 123. Okay, bye." It took forty-five minutes for Marge to show up and when she walked up to room 123 she was grabbed and pulled into the room. Within four minutes she had a cock in her cunt and her mouth. I watched for another hour as more blacks, Mexicans and Asians showed up and made deposits in room 123 and then I took out my cell phone and made another call. When Marge's husband answered I said: "Your wife is cheating on you with a nigger. Right now she is with him in room 123 at the Castle Inn Motor Lodge on Sixth Avenue. If you hurry you can catch her in the act." Help my wife fuck over me? Well fuck her too. While I waited for Marge's husband to show up I went back over my moves of the previous two weeks to see if I had overlooked anything. I'd cashed out all the certificates of deposit and had taken the cash and put it in a safety deposit box that I'd rented using the name and social security number of my dead grandfather from my mother's side of the family. I had closed out the savings account and that cash had also gone into the box. But the one that really made me smile was the deal on the house. I'd bought the house before I met Jillian and it was in my name only. I'd always meant to put Jillian's name on the title, but I just had never gotten around to doing it. I'd taken advantage of the current low interest rates and I had refinanced the house for every penny I could get out of it and that money too went into the safety deposit box. It wasn't as easy as it sounds because converting a check for two hundred thirty-five thousand into cash took some time and some doing, but I got it done. The only thing left for me to do was cancel all the credit cards in the morning. I hadn't done it before getting her into the motel room because if she had tried to use a card she would be denied and that might make her think something was up. When the divorce came around Jillian would indeed be entitled to half the assets according to our state law, but half of what? Half of the non-existent CDs? Half of the empty savings account? Half of what the house was worth? There wouldn't be anything left after the house was sold, the loan paid off, and the real estate commissions paid. She wouldn't even get half of my pension because I had given notice and would be leaving the job before I became vested in the pension plan. But where did it all go her lawyer would ask. "Alas" I would say, "The gambling habit that I'd been fighting for years finally wiped me out." In room 123 the blindfold was off, the Velcro straps untied and Jillian and Marge were being passed around like inflatable fuck dolls. There was a line of blacks, Mexicans and Asians out the door when Marge's husband pulled up. He took one look in the room and then got back in his car and drove away. I started my car and followed him out of the lot and headed home to wait for Jillian to come home and face the music. It might be a long wait - I'd rented room 123 for three days. Room 1247 Copyright 2001, 2003 All Rights Reserved After a long, exhausting flight from LaGuardia to L.A., all I wanted to do was hit the shower and the bed in my hotel room and sleep til I got my wake-up call. I unlocked room 1247 of the Starlight Luxury Suites. Despite the cheesy name, the room was actually big and cozy with a king sized bed I always brought with a maroon velvet bedspread with me, after hearing scary rumors about the scarcity of clean blankets in hotel beds. I dreaded giving my sales presentation to a roomful of button-downs at the corporate headquarters. Every week I'd promise myself I'd give notice after I paid my next credit card balance, but then it was another bill or a broken arm from a skiing trip. Six months later, I was still wrapped in a corporate culture I despised. I didn't feel like unpacking. It was already ten thirty, my flight had been two hours late. I plopped onto the bed, exhausted and fell asleep in my business suit. I awakened to the sound of the doorknob being turned oh god I thought the maids clean this late at night. I had forgotten to put the "Do Not Disturb" sign up. I jumped out of bed and yanked the door open. A gorgeous but somewhat bemused man stood in the hallway, holding a large duffel bag."I'm sorry. Is Is this room 1247? Hmmm, they must have made a mistake at the desk." The man said, in an indetermined accent that couldn't decide if it was British or California surfer dude. I was instantly attracted to him. "Wait, my key says 1247, too. Let me call the desk and see what's going on." I was so tired it took me a minute for it to the sink in that the man standing next to me in this hotel room emitted more testosterone than my employer's entire board of directors combined. With black hair a little past his ears, brown eyes, and lips that were a bit too prominent for his rugged looks. His face showed a bit of wear and tear. Nothing major, but just enough to be intriguing, show that he had lived a life. He was dressed causally, in jeans and a windbreaker with some sort of logo for a soccer team. When the desk clerk answered I wanted to say never mind, but decorum won out. I had to go through the motions. The desk clerk was nice about the whole thing, but I couldn't wait to get off the phone and talk to the beautiful stranger who stood before me "He says that it was a mix-up with booking and they copied the wrong keys. The hotels full up so they cant offer us another room til tomorrow they offer a voucher for the Ramada Inn down the street…or they could send up another bed and we could share a room for the night." I said "That would be fine. I'd just as soon we could share for the night. " he answered. I didn’t wanna say it but I forced myself to ask housekeeping to send up another bed. "Is that all right?" "That's no problem. I'll set up shop in the next room. There's enough space. My name's Michael, by the way." "Hi. I'm Jenny." I said, and we shook hands. I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Oh please, God, I thought, don't let any rooms open up unexpectedly. I usually slept in the nude but that was out of the question with this stranger in the room. I threw on a plain white T-shirt that I used for workouts. When I came out, the twin bed had been set up. "I'm going to change and then I'll be out of your way." I peeked into the bathroom before he closed the door all the way. He took his shirt off. His body wasn’t perfectly sculpted but he was built like a man - strong, slightly muscular arms, a tattoos on his biceps. I dreaded falling asleep masturbating over the stranger in the next room - how pathetic. But it was too risky to come on to him he was after all, a stranger. When he walked out of the bathroom I trying to read the biography of Charles Bukowski, the writer. "I thought I was the only person on earth who had that book." Michael said. I have a first edition of "Post Office." I said. He sat down on the bed and we talked about writers we enjoyed. He was so easy to talk to, so funny, I let my guard down. "You can take your T-shirt off. Don’t be uncomfortable on my account." "I think I'll do that." He slipped his shirt off. I watched him, savoring the moment like a teen-ager in the backseat of a car. "This isn't the hotel bedspread. You brought it with you." "I like the way it feels. The velvet - it's not like the scratchy old rags they put on the beds here. I usually.. umm.. sleep in the nude." "Don’t be uncomfortable on my account." Michael breathed. "You can take your T-shirt off if you want. I don't mind." His sweet breath in my ear was too much. "I'm going to stop being a lady if you keep talking like that. You're going to make me do something I'll regret." "I promise you won't regret it." "Its up to you. We can do as much or as little as you like and stop when you want to stop." I kissed him, his chest so firm and manly, so different from my usual businessmen boyfriends. Michael pulled my T-shirt off, then guided my head up to his mouth. As we kissed, I scooted up and slipped my panties and guided him down to my pussy. He tempted me with a trail of little sweet kisses before eating me expertly with his tongue. I felt his cock growing hard against my leg. "Do you like that, love; he smiled lifting his head and looking at me, strong chin shiny with my pussy juice. I giggled, and kissed him. Taste that you taste that. That's you. That's what you taste like a sweet peach…" I kissed his chin and licked my lips. "Please do something for me," I whispered. "Yes, love," he ran his fingers through my dark blonde hair, still wet from the shower. "Fuck me, I need your cock in me. Let me see it first…I licked a bit of precum off him. He tasted so good. His taste, his smell, evoked feelings in me that could prove more dangerous than any drug. I read somewhere once that a feminine woman can get hooked on a hormone produced during when she orgasms by a studly man. I knew it was dangerously true, but I'd gladly suffer the consequences, I'd gladly go through withdrawal from this man's scent and body. I sucked him ravenously, digging my hands into his back and squeezing him hard. "Get on top, baby, you wanna ride, I can tell," I laughed. All my hidden lusts were emerging, and I was lucky to unleash them on such a willing, active victim. Unashamed, I straddled him. "There, that fits in so nice and easy." He moaned. His cock filled me up, almost to the point of hurting. It had been so long since I had been driven to the edge of desire, since I had felt like a totally sexual being. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Michael noticed this and laughed. "You better than any porno star, baby," I stared at his body, at the sweat pouring down his chest, at the look of pleasure on his face, and finally at the cum that poured out of his cock - a gorgeous release. We kissed and cuddled, with moans substituting for words. He slipped his arms around my waist and held me close as though he'd afraid I'd escape. I fell into a deep, satisfying sleep. Slowly the sun filtered through the thin white slits of the window blinds. I opened my eyes. The bed still smelled like sex. Melancholy set in - it was seven am and he'd be gone. Slowly I prepared myself for the inevitable. And turned over. And there he was stretching in bed he even looked beautiful in the morning. He kissed my neck. "C'mere, let's start the day off right." Before I could express my delight, his arms enveloped me and he pressed his body so hard against mine, cuddling me squeezing me greedily sliding his hands over my breasts and down to my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his. He fingered my already wet pussy. I gently felt for his erect cock and helped him inside. I lost myself in the absolute pleasure of his cock entering me and growing larger and harder in my pussy. I made sure that he got on top this time, and I watched him fuck me in the mirror. It was a beautiful picture I would always remember. The specter of attending to reality lapsed completely I didn't know I was in a hotel room, or even in Los Angeles or even on planet earth. I knew I was with the most beautiful, sensual man I had ever known. He was obeying my every command, licking and kissing my long-neglected pussy. That’s all I knew and more than I could have ever dreamed. There isn't much I remember about the rest of the day - I know that we showered and dressed separately, agreeing that we'd never leave the hotel room if we got ready together. As I walked through the lobby to the taxi stand, trying hard to hide the wicked smile with a neutral expression, the concierge greeted me. "Good morning, Miss Reily, I'm sorry about the inconvenience last night. We will have a new room ready for you this evening." "Oh, don't worry about that, Freddie", I said glancing at the man's name tag," You can take your time it was no problem. No problem at all." Room 126 As you pull up to the front of the hotel you reach into your pocket and pull out a $50 bill for the driver. You realize the ride from LAX was short and if you don't wait for your change, the tip will exceed the fare, but you're too exhausted to care or wait. You step out of the limo and tell the driver "keep the change." You walk into the lobby and are immediately relieved that it is inactive and quiet, although with it being just before midnight, you really didn't expect there to be much commotion or a wait at the desk. Miguel is sitting behind the immaculate cherrywood counter reading the Los Angeles Times; he peeks up at you as you place your bag on the floor, hearing the brass feet clack on the marble floor as if they're announcing your arrival. Miguel rises to his feet and gives you the once over, mumbling "Hello" as he recognizes you as a regular patron. You have no patience for small talk as you're the victim of sleep deprivation, on top of an argument earlier in the morning with a now ex-girlfriend, on top of sitting in a 4 hour non-stop business meeting, on top of jet lag. You respond "Hello" to Miguel and expect that all necessary information is already logged into the computer as the reservations had been made well in advance, and you desperately hope that he will kindly and quietly hand you your room key with no glitches and you can be on your way. As if the day hadn't been trying enough, Miguel hands you the key to Room 126. Having been to this particular hotel many times in the past, you recognize that there's been a mistake and quickly inform Miguel that you're supposed to be in a suite on the 12th floor, not a basic room on the first floor. He checks the computer, taps a few keys on the keyboard, shakes his head in a negative way, then says in a broken accent "No, cannot do today. We're all booked up...must take Room 126, it's all there is." Frustrated, you raise your voice a few decibels and tell Miguel that this is not acceptable, you always get a suite, and you will tolerate nothing less tonight. Miguel again punches a few keys on the keyboard and stares at the computer screen as if it's written in a foreign language, then stretches his arms forward with interlaced hands and cracks all of his knuckles. You stand there impatiently leaning on the wooden counter, wondering if this is worth the time it's taking. While Miguel is rubbing his chin and staring at the computer screen, you rationalize that the hotel obviously assigns their least senior, least experienced people to the graveyard shift, so Miguel is not likely to be able to resolve this issue tonight. You are so worn out that all you want is a place to rest your weary body, so you relinquish the fight and tell Miguel "Never mind...I'll discuss this with management tomorrow." and you pick up the key to Room 126 from the countertop and head west down the corridor. Meanwhile, I am in my room, in my king size bed, all by myself. I have stripped my dress and draped it over the nearby armchair. I am lying in the bed naked with all the covers pushed to the bottom. The lights are out and the curtains are drawn but there's a crack between the ends of the drapes where the light from the hotel sign is seeping in and spilling slightly across the bed, and across my hips. I am dreaming of a lover, wishing he were with me, wishing it were his hands tracing my contour and caressing my soft skin. My hands wander from my tits down to my stomach. I am on my back, watching my hands slowly circle my lower abdomen, then lightly brushing my inner thighs. I bend my knees slightly causing my pussy to become more accessible, with nothing to prevent my hand from finding it. The glow from the crack between the curtains highlights my groin area now and I watch myself slowly and gently glide my fingers across my pubic area. I know my pussy is beginning to moisten, and I wish harder for a loving hand or a slippery tongue or stiff cock to soothe me. I move my hand a little lower and feel my lips are swollen. I drag my fingers lazily across the lips and the tingle feels exhilarating. I bring my fingers back across the same area and start to make little circles around my pussy lips. My fingers begin to feel the wetness and I look down at myself, and in the spotlight that's provided by the rift in the drapes, I watch as I pull my finger away from my pussy and it glistens with cum. Just as I consider placing my finger in my cunt the room door suddenly opens, and there you stand. I jump to a seated position and look at you but you are merely a silhouette with the hall lights behind you. You stand there frozen, obviously as startled as I am, and you make no effort to leave or turn on a light. I ask "who are you?" You respond, hesitantly, "I'm sorry, there must be a mistake. I was just given the key to this room, I had no idea it was occupied." I quickly ask you to close the door as the hall lights are spread clear across my naked body. You close the door but remain on the inside of the room. I now can vaguely make out the shape of your body but cannot see your face or anything else about you. You move towards me and I know that you have seen my raw body, although I'm certain that it's now not more than an outline with the dim amount of light creeping across me. You approach very slowly and I move myself to a kneeling position and sit back resting my bare ass on my feet. You've placed your bags on the floor by the wall and have completely forgotten how weary you are as you take the last step that brings you to the edge of the bed. I rise onto my knees and ask you in just above a whisper to come closer. You sheepishly utter "maybe I should go." I reply "no, maybe you should cum." You place both hands on the edge of the bed as you're leaning towards my face, wanting to be able to see but not being able to do so very well. In the darkness your anonymity excites me, you are mysteriously calm and appear frighteningly willing to obey my demands. I sit on my knees and reach towards your face, placing both hands on either sides of your cheeks. I feel the cheekbones and trace your jaw line. I am seeing you with my hands since there's not enough light to use my eyes. I lightly brush my fingers across your brows and meticulously glide my index finger down the front of your nose and onto your lips. Your lips feel so soft, so inviting, so appealing that I rise from my restful position and my face meets yours and I slowly kiss your lips. You return the kiss and we playfully bite at each others lips and our tongues become engaged in dance. You are now enticed beyond your own belief and you wrap both arms around me, feeling my bare back, and my bare ass, and you know you must have me. Your cock is stiffer than you can remember it being for a very long time. I reach down to your belt and pants and free you from your restraints. Your pants drop to the floor and you struggle with your shirt before dismissing it to the floor alongside your shoes. I move over to make room for you and you crawl into the bed without a word. The darkness is empowering as we both understand that the faceless and nameless secrecy of this encounter allows us to fulfill our wildest fantasies without fear, without commitment and without regret. I roll towards you and again take your face into my hands. I am entranced with your lips, your taste, your expertise in kissing. I take what I want without asking, and you respond with obvious eagerness to please me. We kiss passionately as I roll on top of you and press my body against yours, feeling your rock hard cock now making an indentation in my lower abdomen. I let go of your face and begin to kiss your neck, then your shoulders, then your chest. Your nipples are hard and I tickle them with my tongue. As I continue to head south, tasting every inch of your body, you play with my hair and moan with pleasure. I approach your crotch and tease your inner thighs first with my fingers, then with my tongue. In this shadowy moment in time you have forgotten the meetings, the ex-girlfriend, the lousy plane food and even Miguel's inept behavior. All you know at this instant is that my tongue is nothing less than an incredible sensation that you refuse to question or ignore. You enjoy my playfulness but begin to want more than a tease. As I tickle your balls with my tongue and begin to suck ever so lightly on them, I continue to explore the rest of your form with my hands, identifying your body physically as opposed to visually. I'm enjoying the feelings I'm getting from touching your body, and I especially admire your total surrender to me. I cannot ignore your cock any longer so I begin to lick the sides of it slowly like a lollipop. It tastes so good I don't want to stop. I want to lick it and suck it so hard that your juices escape it and I capture every drop with my tongue. I place my hand at the bottom of your cock and begin to stroke it while sucking the head into my mouth. My salvia has created the perfect lubrication for my fingers, and they work their magic on your long shaft. My tongue continues to circle the head of your cock, seeking out any pre-cum it can find. I am eager to taste and swallow your whole load, but suddenly you touch my face and tell me you need to fuck me. I smile as I know that as much as I want to suck your cock, I also want to ride it. I pull myself up to my knees and straddle across your lower abdomen. Your cock is already standing tall so I lower myself onto it. My pussy is so wet and ready that it glides in effortlessly and hits me deep within. I shudder from the stimulating feeling of your long, thick cock reaching all the way to the end of my cunt...I am in heaven! I raise myself and lower again and again, and you place both hands on my hips to assist with the rapid movements. I lean forward to enable my clit to rub against your cock which has become a steel rod, and I ride it vigorously until my entire body starts to quake and I let out the elongated gasp that has become the harbinger of my orgasms. The orgasm spasms over and over and my body bucks and throbs, and my cum is flowing freely down my inner thighs. My clit becomes so sensitive I have to jump off of your cock and protect it from any touch. I lay there breathing heavy and listening to my heart pound ridiculously fast. You roll over towards me and kiss me gently on the forehead. After I regain my ability to function I move my hand to your cock and see that you are still rock hard. You grab me by the ass and tell me to get on my knees which I do without question. You get behind me and I feel your hand between my legs. Your fingers are gentle and noticeably experienced in this area. Your touch makes me horny all over again and I begin to beg you to ram your cock into my cunt. You tell me you will when you're ready and you smack my ass. I moan with excitement and again beg you "Please mister, fuck me good and hard!" Before I'm finished with my words you are pounding me so hard that I'm feeling like my back is going to split in two, and I am encouraging you to keep going! You are holding on to my hips and pulling and pushing my ass to and fro while fucking my pussy hard. You continue to fuck me while I maintain the doggie position. I lower my right hand to my clit and begin to rub myself, and you encourage me to continue. The light from the crack of the drapes is just enough for you to see your cock entering and exiting my cunt and you tell me how beautiful it looks. I am so excited by your description that I begin to feel another orgasm emanating from my clit and radiating throughout my entire body. I cannot control my response to your skilled movements and I explode again, jerking and twitching until I can take no more. As I am finishing my orgasm you pull your cock out of my pussy and turn me around. I am half conscious but I comply nonetheless. You grab me by my hair and tell me "suck my cock." I open my mouth and you ram your hard prick right down my throat. I cannot believe how good this feels and I suck harder with each thrust. You hold onto my head by my hair and tell me "swallow it, all of it." I cannot answer but my increase in the force I am using to suck you dry tells you how happy I am to obey. It doesn't take long before I start to feel the ripples in your stomach tighten and the pulsating in your cock begin, and at once your cum begins to spew into my mouth. I taste the warmth and the saltiness and I become obsessed with having it all. I suck hard and my mouth fills to its capacity. A small amount begins to leak from the right corner of my mouth but I don't open my mouth for fear of losing the rest of it. You finish and lightly rub my head where you had held me by my hair, and then remove your cock from my mouth. I hungrily lick my lips and catch the dripping cum before it gets away from me. You drop yourself onto the bed on your back and say "we really need to meet again sometime." I smile as I get up and reach for my dress. As I'm putting my dress and shoes on, I tell you there's an envelope for you on the nightstand. You roll away from me towards the nightstand and as you reach for the lamp I let myself out. Once the light is on you look back to see me but I am gone. The envelope resting against the lamp very clearly has your first and last name printed on it. You sit up and rip it open. Inside is a room key for the "Executive Suite" on the 12th floor. I walk through the hotel lobby and smile at Miguel as I approach him. I hand him a $100 bill as a token of my gratitude and I wink at him to confirm that he made an exceptional choice for me, and I turn to leave. Room 139--01 Summer was coming to a close as Wendy prepared for her first semester at U of I. We had grown close, and I was feeling torn as her departure date neared. I realized there was a very good chance she would disappear into the milieu of college life and that our relationship would fade. And I didn't want to stand in her way. But my relationship with Wendy was liberating. A joy. She was unlike anyone I had ever met, and I wasn't ready for it to end. Despite sleeping together on the first date, our thirst for each other remained unquenched. Even beyond the physical we were very much a couple, with much in common and just enough that wasn't to keep things interesting. Wendy was funny, smart, tender, brazen, interested, good-natured and beautiful. It wasn't an exaggeration to say I was deeply in love with her. When departure day came, I accompanied her family to Champaign. After helping Wendy get settled in her dorm, her family and I went out to dinner and then returned to campus for the dreaded goodbyes. At last it was my turn. I had so much to tell her. I tried to tell her I loved her and only wanted what was best for her. That I wanted her to grow, to experience everything that university life had to offer. Yet for things between us to somehow stay the same. It was a crazy wish. She smiled through her tears and hugged me tight. We shared a salty kiss and separated. It was torture. As September tipped towards fall, it was apparent my worries were groundless. Wendy and I phoned each other often; some calls hours-long and others only long-enough to tease each other. We wrote letters, sent mix tapes and managed to get together every couple of weeks. It wasn't the same as impulsively dropping by each other's place for a summer night's walk or some ice cream, but it was better than separation. Soon enough, it was October. And with October came Halloween—one of my favorite holidays. In a sense, every day is Halloween when you're a cross dresser. And yet on Halloween I was free to celebrate anonymously. For a day I would be just another guy in a costume. Not surprisingly, Wendy had several suggestions: bride, cheerleader, cocktail waitress, disco chick, harem girl and her favorite, the French maid. She loved to tease me about the ruffled panties that came with it. Even more so when I blushed. Which was the interesting aspect of my cross dressing and its effect on our relationship. It brought out a dominant streak in Wendy; she confessed she loved the control of dressing me up, and found my desire to do so arousing. I was grateful for her acceptance after so many years of secret torment. For me, it played on those early childhood experiences behind the garage with Leann. As long as it didn't affect other aspects of our relationship, I was happy to comply. Especially since it so often ended in toe-curling sex. There was a phone call one morning. "How do you feel about the French maid?" she asked. "With you, fine. In public—I'm not so sure." "You'd probably have to shave your legs." "What?" "You can't have hair on your legs with so much of them showing" she said. "Besides, you have nice legs. You should show them off!" I protested, arguing that my modest body hair didn't require shaving, and that it would make me the object of ridicule when I played basketball. "It'll grow back" she said. "And you could wear sweat pants until it does. Come on. It'll be fun." I had no argument on that point. But going out in public in such an outrageous costume made me a little squeamish. "I know!" she said in the voice that would solve everything. "I can shave you here. I have razors and the hair removal stuff. Kelly could probably do your nails. What do you think?" "Do my nails?" "Yeah! She is really, really good." "No." "She already pierced your ears. Oh my god! I have to leave for class. Think about it, okay? I love you." Nails aside, the rest of Halloween was coming together perfectly. It fell on a Saturday, which meant Wendy and I could head to Southern Illinois University in Edwardsville and take part in the celebration there. And since my employer had agreed to give me Friday afternoon off, we'd be able to get an early start. Two weeks before Halloween, I called Wendy. "Hi! How are you?" "I was thinking about the French maid costume" I said. I let a silence ensue. "And?" "Well, I was thinking that...I'll do it." There was an excited squeal on the other end. "This is going to be great! I'll reserve it today. It's a twelve—that'll fit, right?" "Yeah." I lifted up my shirt to look at my waist. No potato chips until after Halloween. "I wanted to ask you something." I sank. When people say they want to ask you something, they're preparing you for something they're fairly sure you won't want to hear. I steeled myself. "Sure. What's up?" "What do you think of Michelle and Kelly coming with?" I had met Michelle once, and already knew Kelly. I liked them, but wasn't sure I wanted to spend a weekend with them. "I'd like it better if it was just you and me." "I know, but Kelly just broke up with her boyfriend and doesn't have anything to do. Plus she'd love to do your nails. And Michelle can get you a really gorgeous wig from the drama department—she checked. We want to dress you up. It'd be just us girls." This was followed by one of Wendy's patented giggles. "Did you invite them yet?" Wendy was put-off. "No." "Wendy—I didn't want this to turn into a campus-wide event. I wanted it to be a weekend with just you." "But you're going to be out in public with thousands of people!" "Yeah, but they're strangers. Kelly and Michelle aren't. They know me. People talk, and they can get really nasty about stuff like this." The opposing forces of Wendy's exuberance and my guarded nature sometimes created a battleground within our relationship. It appeared we were going to pay it a visit. "You're more freaked-out about your cross dressing than anyone I know! Did I change how I feel about you after I found out? No. Did Kristin? No. Kelly just said it would be fun to make you up. And Michelle has seen guys play girls and girls play guys ever since she's been in drama. They don't think it's a big deal. It's not like we're going to put it in the newspaper." "Wendy, I just want a little control over who knows, that's all." "Well, you should know I told Sarah." "You told your sister?" "Yeah." They were thisclose, and I should have figured what one knew, the other did also. The thought of going to Wendy's house and facing Sarah was humiliating. I was fuming. "Anyone else?" "You understand I've only told one person, right? Kristin found out the same way I did, and Michelle only knows I have a guy friend who might be dressing as a girl for Halloween. Kelly knows, but that's because she did your ears. I haven't told anyone else!" There was silence. I sighed. "Wendy—it was just beginning to sound like everyone would know and I freaked-out. We're different about this. You love it and think it's cute and don't care who knows. I'm embarrassed and cautious. There are people out there who think I'm a pervert and should be locked up. That's why I get so defensive." I paused. "I'm sorry I accused you of telling everyone." "I love you Missy and wouldn't ever do anything to hurt you. I know people can get really mean. But I would never tell anyone if I thought they would use it to hurt you. Sarah loves you—you know that. She thinks it's cute." Wendy sighed. "I know you hate that word. But I don't know how else to describe it. Me and Sarah think guys are so weird about feminine stuff—like their dicks are going to fall off or something if they get close to it. We love how you are so into it. You're so curious!" "Yeah I am. But I also just love the feel of lingerie." Wendy laughed. "Don't ever change. If you want it to be just us two that's fine. I'm always going at a hundred and ten, and Kelly and Michelle just seemed like a good fit. That's all." I laughed. Wendy was usually speeding along at a hundred and ten, while I plodded along at sixty. The fact that it was she who asked me out was the defining component of our relationship. But our differences served a purpose; I kept her from careening off the road, while she kept me from sinking to the bottom of the fish tank. I was her ballast—she my wings. It worked. "Look. If you want to invite Michelle and Kelly, it's okay. Just make sure it won't traumatize them for life or anything, okay?" "Yay! I love you Missy." "I love you, too." We hung-up before giving each other diabetes. Room 139--02 The big day finally arrived. I packed and set-off for work under the happy aegis that I only had to work until eleven, and could then hit the road for a nice, long drive under a beautiful fall sky. The forecast called for mild temps, which was perfect. It turned out that Michelle and Kelly had accepted Wendy's invitation, and if possible, were even more excited than she was. And there were bonuses. A friend of Michelle's was able to wrangle a motel room with a discount for the weekend, and Kelly agreed to drive since she had an enormous 1976 Pontiac Bonneville sedan. But as always, there were questions. How would Wendy's friends react to my cross dressing? How were three women and one man going to share a motel room? What did the costume look like? Was it going to fit? And what was I going to do if it didn't? Wendy did her best to reassure me, telling me Michelle and Kelly were completely open-minded. As for the second, she said we could use her dorm's bathroom for shaving, since they were huge and wouldn't stop someone from using the rest of the room like using the motel's would. She also promised me the costume was incredible, and answered my last question by exclaiming "There's going to be plenty of women's clothing around, trust me." That put my concerns to rest and gave me a good laugh. At 12:50 I pulled up to Wendy's dorm, and miraculously found a parking space close by. I hurried into the lobby and buzzed her room. I recognized the voice on the intercom, but it wasn't Wendy's. Cleared to enter, I took the elevator to her floor. At Wendy's room I was met by two anxious, embarrassed faces. One was her roommate Jen. The other was her friend Michelle. "Hi you guys! What's up?" Jen looked at Michelle. "Wendy called from the mall. They can't find the costumes. She said we should start getting you ready—if you want." There was an awkward silence as my brain, seemingly operating in a vat of wet cement, struggled to understand what was said. "We should start getting you ready—if you want." Then it hit me. Wendy wouldn't be shaving me. Jen and Michelle would. Two women I had never even had my shirt off in front of, much less my jeans. Adding to my panic was the thought that yes, I was wearing panties. I was going to sit with two women I barely knew in nothing but panties and have them shave my legs. The color in my face matched theirs fairly quickly. There was an awkward silence. Michelle was the first to recover. "Why don't you change? Wendy's robe is in the closet. Have you used Nair before?" I looked at them uncomprehendingly. I managed to croak "No" before saying "Okay." The two girls left to wait outside as I attempted to navigate Wendy's room. I was several zip codes removed from my comfort zone. I managed to strip to my underwear and put on Wendy's robe. I opened the door. Michelle and Jen suppressed amused smiles and told me to follow them to the bathroom. Since Michelle was going to be my roommate for the weekend, it was agreed that she would help me shave. Jen would stand guard at the door. Michelle found the most-secluded shower stall and pulled up a stool. She started the water. "Take off your robe." I recalled my underwear. White and yellow daises on an orange background. String bikinis. God. I took a deep breath and untied the robe. Michelle looked at my legs and pretended not to notice. "This shouldn't take too long. You okay?" "You always wanted to see more of me, right?" She laughed. "Okay. Get your legs wet, and we'll put the Nair on first and see what that takes off." Michelle handed me the bottle and I applied it. Then we waited. It was the most-awkward silence of my life. After a minute or two, Michelle spoke. "You ready for your costume?" "Pretty much. Long as it's not too cold." She laughed knowingly. After another silence, she told me to rinse. I stuck my legs under the shower head and rinsed. Globs of hair began to collect on them. "You might need to wipe that off. I'll get some kleenex." I continued as my legs became increasingly hairless and smooth. I was impressed. Michelle returned with the kleenex. "How high do you want to go?" I looked at her blankly. "I mean, how short is the dress you're wearing? You need to shave at least that high." Michelle looked at me expectantly. I had no idea. "Why don't you go all the way up? Your panties won't be in the way." I blushed at the mention of them. "They're cute!" I applied the foam up to my underwear and waited. An urgent voice echoed off of the tile walls. "Michelle!" It was Jen. "What?" "Stacy and Christa want to take showers. You guys done yet?" Michelle said "Wait here" and went to the door. When she returned, she had an exasperated look on her face. It said "I did what I could." Two women wrapped in towels were suddenly in front of my stall. "Cute" said one. "Where'd you get 'em?" asked the other. I was too shocked to respond. The first one saw the Nair and put two and two together. "You should just do everything" she said. She turned to Michelle. "What's he wearing?" "French maid." The two looked at each other and exclaimed "Oh my god!" in unison. One wore braces. If nothing else, I had their attention. "We're kind of in a hurry. You guys mind?" Michelle was a little miffed. "Oh no. Sorry. Good luck!" I heard two more showers start, and could see their shadows as they removed their towels. I looked at Michelle. She shrugged. "How's it going?" she asked. "I think I'm done." "You mind?" she said, pausing a hand over my leg. "No. Go ahead." Michelle ran her hands over each leg, looking for stubble. "Good job" she said. "Just a little bit left." She motioned to the stool. She handed me a razor and some shaving cream. I began applying the cream, and shaved what I could see. It was tedious. I had no idea my legs had so many nooks and crannies. Michelle bravely did the back of my thighs. One of the showers stopped. I heard a curtain slide open, and girl number-one approached me—stark naked. She smiled. "Just us girls, right?" Once again I was tongue-tied. "Aren't you going to do everything? she asked. I tried to form a sentence. She turned to Michelle. "Is he your boyfriend?" "No. Just a friend." "Okay. I just think he's got a great bod. He should go total—don't you think?" Michelle looked at me. "It's up to you" she said. Perhaps a little over-stimulated by this point and not thinking clearly, I agreed. I stood up, rinsed my legs and began to peel off my underwear. Girl number-one turned to the other shower stall. "Stacy! He's doing it!" Girl number-two arrived wrapped in her towel. I looked at Michelle. "Where do I start?" She laughed nervously. I was fully-erect, but didn't care. I was lost in the moment, and determined to enjoy it. "Um, why don't you start with your armpits, and then just go from there?" And so I began to methodically denude myself in front of my audience of three until all that remained was a small, neatly-trimmed patch of hair above my penis. I should add that girl number-one had been especially helpful in shaping it until it resembled a reasonable facsimile of a pussy. Her careful ministrations had also caused me to inadvertently come, but with so much running water and so few clothes, cleaning up wasn't much of a problem. When I was done, I put on my panties and robe and returned to Wendy's room with Michelle and Jen. I was ecstatic. "What was going on back there?" asked Jen. "Our new friend got a little carried away with the razor. Want to show Jen?" Emboldened by what had happened, I took off the robe and modeled for Jen. "Oh my god!" Michelle snuck up behind me and pulled down my panties. Jen shrieked. "Oh my god! I don't believe this!" I pulled them back up and put Wendy's robe back on. "I think we've created a monster, Jen." Jen was speechless. Room 139--03 The phone rang. It was Wendy. "Where are you?" She explained the costume shop had lost our order, then found it in Urbana, and had sent an employee to pick it up and then deliver it to Wendy at the first store. "How did it go over there?" she asked. "Um, I'm all set" I said, attempting to keep a smirk out of my voice. "What's so funny?" "I'll tell you later. So we're ready to go?" "I guess" she said. "I just have to wait for the costumes." Wendy spoke again. "Hey—why don't you and Michelle go to Kelly's and check your ears? If you can bring my stuff, by the time I get over there you'll be done and we can go. Plus I can park Michelle's car there." I agreed. I got dressed and we gathered Wendy's bags, said a fond goodbye to Jen and headed to Kelly's. Kelly lived in a ramshackle bungalow with several other roommates. It was sprawling and comfortable. I liked it. We rang the doorbell, and she called to us through the screen door. She met us in the living room. "Hi! You guys all set?" "Yeah. How about you?" "Just about. Where's Wendy?" Michelle gave her an abbreviated version of the goings on at the dorm, over which I was now beginning to feel a little embarrassed. Kelly looked at me. "So how hairless are you?" I looked down. "Um..." Michelle looked at her. "I don't think the French maid costume is going to be a problem, Kelly." She waited a beat and added "A Lady Godiva costume wouldn't be a problem at this point." Kelly looked at me wide-eyed. "Oh my god! You're kidding! I want to see that!" Red-faced, I said "Maybe we should just check my ears now." Kelly left the room to get her bag. When she returned, she inspected my lobes and pronounced them clean and healed. "You're ready for some earrings, Missy!" The glint of sunlight on metal shone through the picture window. Wendy was pulling in the driveway. She had several packages with her. Within moments, the three of them had disappeared into Kelly's bedroom. I could only hear bits and pieces, but there was much excitement and laughter. I wondered what they were wearing. After several minutes, they finally returned. "We all set?" I asked. They confirmed this with each other visually. Suddenly, Michelle cried "The wig!" "It's in your car" said Wendy. "Oh thank god" said Michelle. "I'd be toast if I lost it." We grabbed our things and Kelly closed the door. Michelle had gone to her car and retrieved the wig. "Woo-hoo!" she cried, holding it aloft. She looked at me. "At least one of your heads will have hair." It took a second for Wendy to process, but when she did her antenna shot up. Standing by the driver's door, Kelly was attempting—unsuccessfully—to stifle her laughter. "Okay. What's going on?" Wendy looked from face to face. She approached Michelle. "Michelle?" Michelle motioned that her lips were sealed and threw away an imaginary key. "Kelly?" Kelly was still convulsing and put up her hands. Then it was my turn. "Okay, what's up Missy? Tell." Michelle finally put Wendy out of her misery. "It's a long ride and we have so much to tell you, Wendy. Have a seat." She ceremoniously opened the rear door and ushered the two of us in. Soon Kelly was backing the enormous Pontiac out of the driveway. We were off! Room 139--04 The details of my hair removal were given in excruciating detail, and eagerly lapped up by Wendy and Kelly. I was unsure at first how Wendy would react, but like everything else connected with my cross dressing, it excited her. When Michelle arrived at the point where I submitted to total body hair removal, Wendy looked at me with naked lust. Under normal conditions, we would have had passionate sex. But with two roommates in tow, I wasn't sure what to expect—if anything. Commentary flowed freely throughout the storytelling. Poor Christa (the girl who trimmed my pubic hair) wasn't thought of very highly. Someone pointed out her nickname was Peanut Butter—presumably because she spread so easily. This caused the car to be filled with much high-decibel, high-pitched laughter. And Wendy was astounded at my exhibitionist streak. "He's so paranoid with me, worrying about who is going to see him and who will know, and then he strips in front of two strangers and lets one of them shave a pussy on him!" "Women! What are you going do with them!" opined Kelly. The car again erupted with laughter. "God! How are you supposed to know what the hell they're thinking when they're always changing their minds?" added Michelle. The three of them were certainly enjoying themselves. I was beginning to feel like an unwilling celebrity in a celebrity roast. I could only look out the window and watch dusk overtake the landscape. I eventually fell asleep. When I awoke, the Pontiac was pulling into the parking lot of the Edwardsville Holiday Inn. Wendy spoke. "Hey you. We're here." "I need to stretch" I said. "Want to go with Michelle and pick-up the room key?" "Sure." I tucked in my shirt and got out of the car. The air was cool and still. I could hear diesel-powered semis roaring down the interstate not far away. "You need any money?" I asked Michelle. "No. My friend Eric is supposed to write this up as an employee stay. It should be really cheap. We can figure it out in the room." Clear plastic runners protecting the red carpeting led straight to the registration desk. A guy with curly blonde hair and a green vest sat behind it. "Michelle! How's it going?" They exchanged pleasantries and arranged for the room while I looked around the well-worn lobby. Minutes later, Michelle asked me if I was ready. I nodded yes. "Thanks Eric! Catch you later." I nodded as we left. "139" announced Michelle. "Should be towards the back on this side." We got in and Kelly started the car and pulled up to the room. We parked directly in front. "Woo-hoo!" cried Wendy. "We're here!" The four of us piled out of the car and went inside. Despite the appearance of the lobby, the room was bright and appealing. Two double beds lined one wall, with a large TV, dresser and writing desk along the other. "I have to pee" said Wendy as she made a beeline for the bathroom. "So do I!" "Hurry up!" cried the other two. Kelly and Michelle returned to the car and helped me with the luggage. We then settled in and caught our breath. "Anybody thirsty?" I asked. "Yes!" was the unanimous response. Wendy and I left to scout out liquor stores, and found one not far away. We picked up several bottles of good-but-cheap Riesling. Back at the motel, I went to the ice machine and filled a bucket to the rim. By the time I returned, the women had decided they were up for a game of strip poker. I swallowed hard. I'm a hopeless card player. I said I'd be happy to watch, which was rather predictably not well-received. Kelly was the first to speak up. "No way. You have things I want to see, Missy, and I don't mean your piercings!" This sent the three of them collapsing into laughter. I felt two hands down before we even started. I reached for a glass of Riesling. I inventoried my clothing. Pants, shirt, underwear and two socks. I wondered if individual hairs would count. Wendy took pity on her suddenly-shy boyfriend and sat next to me to advise and consent. Kelly lost the first hand, and removed her jeans. She had the same underwear on as I did. The evening was off to a great start. I lost the second, and removed my shirt. Wendy could not stop looking at my newly hairless torso. "Halfway there!" cried the brazen lech previously known as Kelly. Wendy lost the third hand, and removed one of her socks. She also lost the fourth, and removed the other. Allegations of cheating began to rain down on Michelle, who had yet to lose an article of clothing. Opening the second bottle of wine did little to quiet them. When I lost the fifth and began to remove a sock, a motion was convened that socks would henceforth not be considered individual clothing items, and would need to be removed as a pair. I argued for a grandfather clause, a motion which was roundly struck down by the female majority. I reluctantly removed both. Michelle finally lost a hand. Since she, like Kelly, had forsworn socks, she was faced with having to remove her jeans or her top. The jeans came off. "This is more like it" I said. Michelle snorted with indignation. "Just wait, Missy." Another hand was played, and poor Kelly was the loser. She buried her face in her hands. After a few seconds, she gathered herself and removed her top. Wendy lost the next hand, and also removed her top. She announced with some irritation she would no longer be providing me with counsel. Michelle lost the next hand, and was left with no choice but to remove her top also. Maybe this wasn't so bad, after all. Well into our cups, we called for a bathroom break. I was pleased to see a tiny blush on the faces of Kelly and Michelle as we waited for Wendy. After the events of the afternoon, it was a nice to have other people taking off their clothes. On Wendy's return, we began the next round. I lost. Being down to my pants and underwear, there was essentially no decision to make. I stood up and removed my jeans. That left me in my daisy print string bikinis, a sight which caused Kelly no small amount of glee. "We're twins, Missy!" she said, cupping her hands over her mouth in disbelief. "That's my girl" said Wendy. I looked at her with a mock scowl. Panties aren't meant to be worn by a male sitting cross-legged on the floor, and I searched in vain for a comfortable position that wouldn't leave me exposed. Adding to my dilemma was the visual stimulation provided by my three semi-naked companions. Wendy was sussed to what was happening. "Having problems?" she giggled. "No" I said. "I'm fine." She playfully rubbed my thigh. Her eyes went wide at the sensation. "Oh my god! It's so smooth!" I struggled to stay composed. Michelle lost the next hand. She flushed bright red. "Bra or panties, Michelle?" said Wendy gleefully. Hands trembling ever so slightly, Michelle unhooked her bra and removed it. The three of us cheered. Wendy lost next, and like the rest of us, was now down to her underwear. We opened the third bottle of Riesling. Wendy again lost consecutive hands and was forced to remove something vital. She followed Michelle's lead and removed her bra. If I wasn't having problems before, I was definitely having them now. I shifted positions again. Wendy giggled. "How's it going over there?" said Michelle. Kelly grinned. The next hand began. Kelly lost for the first time in several rounds and again buried her face in her hands. We noisily assisted her to making a decision. She silenced us when she stood up, swallowed hard and stepped out of her panties. Michelle and Wendy shrieked. I was agog. Kelly knelt on the floor and faced me. "Have a good look, Missy! You're next!" The room was now charged with sexual energy. I could barely concentrate as I dealt the next hand. I picked up my cards and was dismayed. They were awful. The four of us lay our cards on the floor. There were squeals of delight when it became clear I had lost. For the second time that day, I stood up and took off my underwear in front of a group of women. The three screamed and cheered as my penis, released from its daisy-print prison, jutted out from my abdomen. I was red-faced. Wendy then stripped off her panties, took my hand and announced to Michelle and Kelly that they would need to excuse us. She then led me to the bed. We didn't even bother getting underneath the covers. Our passion was urgent and long-delayed. Wendy greedily ran her hands over my legs and chest, wordlessly expressing her approval. I kissed her hungrily. The sensation of Wendy's skin on my newly-hairless legs was intense and exciting. We were clearly ready, and began to grind against each other. The release of so much pent-up lust was exhilarating, even divine. I soon felt a powerful orgasm building. It crawled up my legs and exited my belly in prolonged spasms. Wendy closed her eyes and moaned. It was over far too quickly. We were drained. Wendy rolled over on her back. We lay motionless for several minutes. Eventually, I reached up to turn off the light. I became aware of someone on the other bed. It was Kelly, who had a hand between her legs. She had her head back, and was obviously preoccupied. Someone else was in the bathroom. It had to be Michelle. I let them be and turned off the light. I curled up next to Wendy. It had been a very memorable day. Room 139--05 The sun was streaming underneath the thick motel room curtains when I opened my eyes. I was still on top of the bedspread. When I rolled out of bed, I discovered I had a mild hangover. A voice came from the half-light. It was Kelly. She had a long t-shirt on and was quietly clearing away the remnants of last night's poker game. "How do you feel?" "Okay" I said. "How 'bout you?" "Little touch of a hangover, but I'll be okay." She paused. "You need to use the bathroom?" Being semi-comatose, I didn't understand. Her eyes indicated a region lower down. Embarrassed, I instinctively covered myself. "Sorry." I stumbled into the bathroom. When I exited, Kelly was perched on the counter by the sink. "So. How do you like being shaved?" I fought the urge to get dressed as I answered. "I like it." "It looks good" she said. "That girl in the dorm did a great job." "You mean Christa?" "Yeah." Kelly took another look at Christa's work. "Hey—Wendy wanted me to do your nails. Want to get started?" "Sure." I said. "Let's go in there" said Kelly, motioning to the bathroom. "Have a seat and I'll start on your toes." She left briefly and returned with another bag and a small stool. "What color do you like? I've got lots of reds and pinks. I think this one would look really good on you." She handed me a bottle called Pink Frost. I found the shade appealing. "I like it." "Okay" said Kelly. "Put your foot in my lap." She filed and buffed and deftly covered my toenails with what looked like a seamless coat of pink. I was delighted. "Wait here. They'll need like five minutes to dry. Okay?" I waited. Not long after, Michelle appeared in the doorway. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" She was clearly amused by the sight of me on the toilet with freshly-painted toes separated by cotton balls. Kelly appeared behind her. "What do you think?" "Not bad" said Michelle. "Not bad at all. The nails looks pretty good, too." Kelly admonished her. "Michelle!" Laughing, Michelle asked "Could you guys give me a minute?" I looked at Kelly. "Sure" she said. Looking at me, she added "Just stand up really carefully." Michelle went in and sat down. She reached out and pinched me. By the time I turned around, the door had closed. "Hey!" I cried. There was laughter from the bathroom. "Looks like you really wore Wendy out" said Kelly. "You two were so beautiful together." I had forgotten about seeing Kelly on the bed last night. I looked at my toenails and laughed. "Life has definitely changed since I met her." The sound of the toilet flushing meant the bathroom was free. Michelle's t-shirt hadn't completely fallen back over her when she stood up, revealing she wasn't wearing any underwear. Kelly reached over and pulled it down. "You were peeking out." A look of embarrassment crossed Michelle's face. "Guess I didn't do enough of that last night" she said and laughed. "I was going to run out and get some coffee and doughnuts. You guys want some?" "Yes!" we answered. "My keys are in my purse" said Kelly. Kelly turned to me. "Let me see your fingernails. Maybe we can get them done by the time Michelle comes back." I again took my seat on the toilet. I had let my nails grow for several weeks, and they were long. She began filing and shaping, using something I didn't recognize on the cuticles. Within minutes, we were interrupted again. Wendy appeared at the entrance of the bathroom. She had a t-shirt on which didn't quite cover her. "Can I kick you guys out for a minute?" "Can't you just pee in front of us?" said Kelly in mock exasperation. Wendy was flummoxed. "Kidding!" said Kelly. "Go ahead." When Wendy emerged, she saw my nails. "Oh my god—you did his toenails already?" "Yeah—I think they turned out really good. What do you think?" "I love 'em!" said Wendy. "They're perfect!" Kelly was pleased. "Where's Michelle?" "Out to get some coffee and doughnuts" said Kelly. "She should be back in a minute." Kelly resumed working on my nails while Wendy rummaged around the room. Michelle returned with breakfast. "Can you bring two of those back here?" cried Kelly. Michelle appeared with two coffees and two doughnuts. "There's sugar and creamer if you want." Looking at me, she said "Aren't you cold?" I had been too distracted to think of it before. But now that I did, I realized I was. "I'll get you something" said Michelle. "Which suitcase is yours?" "This one" said Wendy from in front. Michelle left to join her. Soon there were whispers and barely-suppressed giggles. Michelle turned with a pair of pink panties and a purple sweater. She smiled. "We knew you'd want something that matched your nails" and tossed them to me. "Ha ha" I said. "Thanks Michelle." Kelly paused while I got dressed. I could hear laughter. She applied the same seamless coat of polish she had to my toenails. I couldn't stop looking at them. "You like them?" "Yes!" I said. Kelly was delighted. "Stay here. I'll get Wendy." Wendy was thrilled. "You're an artist, Kelly!" She kissed her on the cheek. With my nails out of the way, the remainder of day was free. We convened on the beds and decided what to do. "I want to make sure our maid is all set" said Wendy, looking at me. Kelly and Michelle eagerly agreed. "Stand up, Missy. We're going to doll you up!" Wendy had me undress, and returned with a black bra and panties. They fit perfectly, and felt very expensive. Next was a garter belt, edged in the same lace as the bra. It also fit perfectly. I loved them. "Where'd you get these?" I asked. "Never mind" said Wendy, smiling. Next Wendy unfurled two sheer, silky stockings. Kelly and Michelle whistled as I sat on the bed and began to pull them on, one leg at a time. One of them began humming 'The Stripper'. There was more laughter. I stood up so Wendy could straighten the seams and attach the garters. "Where are his heels?" "Right here" said Michelle, handing them to her. I put them on. I had never felt so sexy. "Why didn't I bring my camera?" lamented Michelle. "I've got you covered" said Wendy, pulling out hers. I protested. "Wendy!" "Our eyes only. Promise." I looked at her. "Missy, Completely and totally. I swear." I relented. Michelle and Kelly joined in, and we had snapped off a dozen pictures before we knew it. After putting her camera away, Wendy retrieved a box and pulled out my costume. It was gorgeous. Short-sleeved with a corset-like bodice and a short, ruffled skirt and white petticoat. There was a small, lacy white apron and a choker. And of course, the white ruffled panties. It was topped off by a black, tiara-like headpiece edged in white lace. Wendy's eyes were aglow. To be honest, so were mine. The three of them helped me into it and buttoned me up. Wendy handed me the panties, Kelly tied the apron, and Michelle fastened the choker around my neck. Wendy retrieved some earrings, and carefully slipped them through my ears. It was a strange sensation. They chimed softly. The three of them stepped back to admire their work. "Wait!" said Kelly as she rushed to her bag and pulled out a lipstick. What do you think of this?" she asked. "Yes!" I said. Kelly applied a nice, thick coat. "Oh my god" she said. Michelle was nearly speechless. "I don't believe this!" Wendy was beside herself. She came up to me and gave me a deep, lingering kiss. "God I love you." We began kissing again, until Michelle and Kelly threatened to join us. "Okay. Let's try some more pictures" said Wendy as she smoothed her t-shirt. "Wait! The wig!" We all laughed. Michelle came rushing back, and placed it on my head. The luxuriant red hair fell about half-way down my back. She then positioned the headpiece, tilting it just so. She fluffed my bangs. "I swear! You should've been born a red head!" she whispered. She gave me an impulsive kiss and returned to where Wendy was setting-up her camera. This photo session lasted forty-five minutes. When it was finally over, I had to pee. My roommates advised me to do so sitting down, assuring me it would be easier. But by the time I had lowered two pairs of underwear and gathered up a petticoat and a skirt, I was fortunate they were still dry. Room 139--06 When I returned, Kelly, Michelle and Wendy were simultaneously changing into their costumes. Wendy helped me out of my dress and wig. I lay down on the bed to watch their preparations. Michelle had beautiful, olive-colored skin, which perfectly matched the light brown hair between her legs and on her head. She was taller than the other two, with nicely-rounded hips, a slender waist and gorgeous breasts. She caught me staring as she stepped into the panties she would wear underneath her costume. "Enjoying the show, are we Missy?" I smiled sheepishly. A few feet away stood Kelly. She wore what was left of a summer tan, and had a carefully-manicured strip of pubic hair leading up from between her legs. No wonder she had been so appreciative of Christa's work. She had a voluptuous figure, with long, blonde hair that curled softly and reached the middle of her back. It drew my eyes to her waist and the pert cheeks that made up her sweet, round ass. When Kelly heard Michelle's comments, she brought her hands up to cover herself. "When did you get back?" "Just in time to see everything" said Michelle. Kelly dropped her hands and laughed. "Hey—did you see my lingerie bag? It's red with a yellow drawstring, and I can't find it anywhere. I am losing my mind, I swear to god." "Maybe it's in the car" said Wendy, returning from the bathroom. "I'll go check" I said, and put on my pants and t-shirt. They felt coarse compared to what I had just worn. Outside, the sun was bright. The temps seemed to be near sixty. It was beautiful. But I couldn't linger; I had make-up on and pink nails. Earrings. Kelly's bag was in the very back of the cavernous trunk. I climbed in, grabbed it and slammed the lid shut. After handing the bag to Kelly, I undressed again. I wanted to keep my brand-new lingerie fresh for tonight. "Where did my underwear go?" "Which ones?" asked Michelle. "The ones you brought me in the bathroom." "You mean my underwear, Missy! But you can wear 'em. Here." Michelle balled them up and threw them at me. I began laughing. "What's so funny?" asked Kelly. "Just something Wendy told me. By the way, where is she?" "By the mirror—as usual!" said Kelly. I put on the underwear and went over to her. Wendy was holding up costumes in the mirror. She was naked. "What do you think? she said, holding up a tiny leotard covered with neon rhinestones and a lime green swirl of a skirt. "I think you'd have to put the clothes down, first." "Come on. This is serious. I need to decide." She picked up another costume, a black corset with black sequins and short, black fringe hanging from the bottom. "What do you think of this one?" "Woof!" She laughed and considered it again in the mirror. I studied Wendy from behind. The swell of her hips perfectly accommodated her irresistible, peach-shaped ass. Her creamy, pale skin was flawless, and in exquisite contrast to her dark-brown hair. Her waist formed the base of a beautiful, V-shaped torso. I watched the supple undulations of her shoulders as she modeled the costume. I brushed a strand of hair away from her neck and kissed her. I marveled at the heat. At the softness of her skin. Wendy turned, dropped the costume and put her arms around me. She closed her eyes and tilted her face upwards. I kissed her on the mouth. It was a long, slow, languorous kiss. I felt the surge of desire. Her breathing quickened, and she whispered "Yes". "Now." We lay down by the sink. She rolled my panties down and mounted me, the hot pink silk of her pussy caressing and urging my cock. I could feel the delicious heat of her thighs on my hairless skin, and wanted more. I raised my hips to meet her. Wendy varied the speed of her strokes, correctly reading that I was about to climax. Her hands were on my chest, eyes closed in ecstasy as she maneuvered up and down. She gradually quickened her motion. "Yes!" she whispered. Moments later, I also let go. Great, shuddering orgasms washed over each of us. Wendy lay her head down on my chest. I put my arms around her. We lay there until I could feel cool air on my penis as I began to slip out of her. Even then I did not want to move. I loved the sensation of Wendy's weight on me. It was the only way I could feel close-enough to her. I realized the room had grown strangely quiet. That's when I noticed Kelly and Michelle leaning against the wall near the bathroom, hands inside their underwear. Out of the blue the telephone rang, startling them from their reverie. They withdrew their hands, unnerved. Neither knew where to look. It was Michelle who spoke first. "I told you guys we were going to join you if you didn't stop!" Wendy raised her head. She whispered to me. "Do you find Michelle attractive?" I looked at her quizzically. "Follow me" she said, and stood up. Wendy took Michelle and Kelly and led them to the beds. She sat Kelly on one and Michelle on the other. She approached me. "You go with Michelle and I'll go with Kelly." "You want me to..." My voice trailed off. "Yes" Wendy whispered. My head was swimming. I felt as if an entire decade were being crammed into a single weekend. Wendy whispered again. "Michelle wants you. Go." She gave me a gentle shove towards the bed. I approached Michelle. She looked at me. I knelt in front of her and drew my fingers lightly down her legs. She leaned back. I began kissing her ankles, working my way slowly up to her thighs. There, I used my tongue. Her legs parted a little. I continued to use my new nails, dragging them lightly across her skin. She moaned. I traced her cleft through the damp crotch of her panties, and slid my fingers inside. I gently pinched and kneaded her clit. She parted her legs some more. She began thrusting against my hand, but stopped. "Come here" she whispered. She began to remove her bra. I eased the panties down her legs. We lay side by side. She played with my earrings. I had forgotten about them, and started to remove them. "Leave them on" she said. I caressed her curves. I traced a circle around a nipple and lightly pinched it. Then I ran my hand down her back, stopping just short of her firm, rounded ass. I took my hand and brushed away some hair that had fallen across her face. "Kiss me" she said. Our lips met in an eager, searching kiss. Her pelvis began to grind ever so slightly against me. She placed her hand behind my head and drew me close for another kiss. Our lovemaking was deliberate and unhurried. More detailed. Which was fortunate, since I needed a little extra time. I was pleasantly aware of Michelle's height. When I was erect, and Michelle spread her legs. I entered her, and she wrapped her legs around me. As with Wendy, the sensation of her skin against mine was ecstatic. Thrilling. After several minutes, we were near a climax. Michelle groaned as I came, and she fell limp against me with her arm across my chest. After a few minutes, I turned towards the other bed to see what Wendy and Kelly were up to. Kelly was leaning back on the bed, using her arms to support herself. Wendy was between Kelly's legs. Kelly was obviously deep in the throes of ecstasy. I stared at the ceiling and smiled. I couldn't have imagined where this trip would take us. I drifted off into a deep, contented sleep. When I awoke, the shadows in the room indicated late-afternoon. Michelle stirred. "Hi" she said sleepily. I turned to the other bed. Wendy lay on her side with her back to Kelly. Kelly's arm was draped across Wendy's abdomen. Michelle took in the sight and giggled. "Hey—want to take a shower?" Like Wendy, Michelle had a talent for being mischievous. We crept into the bathroom. She started the water. "Here. Let me get those for you." She stood close and carefully withdrew the earrings from my ears. "There." She held my hand and we climbed in the shower. I closed the curtain. She took my face into her hands and kissed me. "Thank you. That was wonderful." I looked down. "You're so shy!" she said. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. I was—at times. "We better get started. I still haven't managed to get my costume on!" laughed Michelle. We soaped each other's bodies, being careful not to stimulate each other. We were briefly interrupted when the bathroom door opened. A voice called out "Sorry guys! I couldn't wait!" Through the translucent shower curtain we could see a form on the toilet. A moment later Wendy was yelling "Don't take all the hot water!" Michelle and I looked at each other. "We won't" cried Michelle. When we were finished, we toweled off and returned to the room. Wendy and Kelly were watching TV. Kelly spoke. "You guys ready for some dinner? I'm starving." Room 139--07 As I was searching through the jumble of clothes trying to find something to wear, Wendy came up behind me. "Will you wear these? I love them on you." It was the purple sweater and a pair of white shorts she had bought for me in Champaign. They had a cuff high up on the leg, and were obviously female. In the happy afterglow of the afternoon, I said yes. I didn't care who saw me. "Maybe a little bit of this, too? She was holding the lipstick Kelly had used earlier. I looked at Wendy. "There's no way I can say no to you, is there?" She kissed me. "Shower's ready!" It was Kelly. "Be right back!" said Wendy, and she disappeared into the bathroom. After everyone had showered and dressed, we set out. The temperature hovered near seventy, and we savored the unexpected warmth. "What're you guys in the mood for?" I asked. "Anything" said Kelly. "As long as I don't have to catch it myself." We wandered around, and came across a House of Pies. "They have great desserts and pretty decent salads here" said Wendy. "Plus we're here" said Michelle. Kelly agreed. "Missy?" "Can I check my hair first?" This provoked another great commotion, quieted only when we had come to rest in a parking spot. We entered, and waited by the 'Please Wait to Be Seated' sign near the entrance. The young hostess appeared, eyed our group, and told us to follow her. "How's this?" she said, indicating a table by a window. "Great!" said Wendy. "Thank you." "Someone will be here in a minute to take your order." Wendy said she had to visit the bathroom. I ignored her, assuming she was asking Kelly or Michelle. When I felt her hand on mine, I did a double-take. "Me?" "Come on!" I stood up and followed Wendy towards the restroom. I did my best to control my anxiety, but by the time I reached the door marked 'Ladies' my heart was pounding. Wendy paused for a moment, then waved me in. "Get in a stall" she said. I did, and she took an adjoining one. "Do you have to pee?" "Yeah" I whispered. "Remember to sit down!" Wendy began, and soon I was also. When I was finished, she said "Let me go out first, okay?" "Okay." The door opened. Two women entered. They tried several stalls. One was exasperated. "Just three?" "That's okay. You go first Linda. I have to use the phone. See you back at the table." "Okay. Thanks!" The other woman closed the door and began using the toilet. I heard her rummage through her purse. She was looking for something. "Excuse me. I am so sorry. But do you have an extra pad with you?" Wendy signaled underneath the partition to wait. "Just a sec" she said. "Let me check." There was a pause while Wendy searched her purse. "It's scented. Is that okay?" "Sure!" The woman's hand appeared beneath the partition. I signaled for Wendy to hurry. Wendy pressed it into my hand. I passed it to the stranger. There was a sigh. "Oh my god. Thank you sooo much! I really appreciate it" "Sure!" said Wendy. She flushed her toilet. As Wendy left her stall the bathroom door opened again. Another woman took the stall and closed the door. The woman to my left flushed her toilet. The bathroom was a beehive of activity. As she exited, the bathroom door opened yet again. "Wendy?" "Jess! Oh my god! I can't believe it! How are you?" "Great!" "How are you? How's U of I?" "Great!" I stared at the floor. This was not happening. As they caught up, each stall was vacated and then occupied several times. I was beginning to wish I had an emergency flare. "Excuse me Wendy, but I have to go really bad. Do you know if this stall is empty?" "Oh! Um, I don't know. Let me check." "Nope." Wendy's friend groaned. She rapped on the door lightly with her fingers. Then she spoke—haltingly—to the occupant. "Excuse me. But I'd really appreciate it if you could please hurry. I have to go really bad and I can't wait much longer. Please." I put my head in my hands. There was no other choice. I flushed the toilet and unbolted the door. "OhmygodI'msosorrytobotheryouthanks!" I was barely able to squeeze out. Wendy grabbed my arm. "We have to get out of here!" she whispered. "See you later Jess!" "Bye Wendy!" We hurried through the rapidly filling restaurant. I prayed no one noticed me. This was unlikely since my earrings were pealing like the bells of St. Mary's. We arrived at the table. Michelle and Kelly had questions. "What were you guys doing in there? The waitress has been by like six times already!" Wendy sighed. "I met a friend of mine from high school. I couldn't let her see Missy." "What's she look like?" "White shorts and a yellow top. Long blonde hair in a ponytail." Kelly and Michelle scanned the dining room. "I don't think she's here. But she could still be in the bathroom." The waitress stopped at our table. "You ladies ready?" She clicked her ballpoint pen and held it poised above the check pad. Kelly raised her eyebrows and looked at each of us. "We'll have four salads and a pitcher of iced tea". "What kind of dressing? French, Italian, Thousand Island or Roquefort?" We answered. "Be back in a minute with your salads." It was plain she was a little irritated. "Wendy! There you are!" The four of us froze. "Mind if we join you guys?" It was Wendy's friend from the bathroom. She was accompanied by a good-looking redhead. The two empty chairs at our table dared us to say no. "Not at all!" said Wendy. "Have a seat!" "Thanks! This is my friend, Laura. We're here for Halloween." "We are, too!" said Wendy. "These are my friends Michelle, Kelly and Missy." "Hi"s and smiles were offered around the table. "Did you guys order yet?" "Yeah. But she should be back in a minute." "What're you having?" "Just some salads and iced tea." "That sounds great! What do you think, Laura?" "Sure!" Wendy and Jess picked up where their conversation had stopped in the bathroom. Michelle and Kelly conversed with Laura, and I did my best to disappear behind the salad and iced tea. "I love your top, Missy! Where'd you get it?" It was Jess. I set my iced tea down. "Carson's." "Oh my god—don't you love their junior's department? They always have such great stuff! It's amazing!" Laura murmured her agreement. "Ever shop at Yorktown?" "No. I live more northwest. Closer to Randhurst." "Okay" said Jess. "I wish I could wear knits. I have the worst luck. My boobs just never look right in them. Plus it always looks like I'm bulging out of my bra in back. Ugh!" Her comment demanded a response. Only my brain refused to generate one. Wendy stepped in. "Missy's really tired; she had some really intense mid-terms last week and she's just fried." Laura looked at me. "I know the feeling—industrial psych" she said. She rolled her eyes. After a few more minutes of conversation, Laura addressed me. "Seen any cute guys here?" I looked at her. She wore a crooked, amused smile. Her leg brushed my leg underneath the table. I felt my face flush. Her elbow rested on the table. The back of her hand was against her cheek. She took another forkful of salad and waited. Under different circumstances I would have found her very attractive. Her query reminded me of the old trick question Do you still beat your wife? I hoped desperately for a way out. She asked another question. "So you're going to the Halloween party, too?" I was relieved. I nodded. "What as?" "French maid" I said. "Oooh" she said. "That should be really cute. I just wasn't sure if you were already wearing your costume." I gulped. It was all falling apart. Just then the waitress appeared. "Any dessert for you ladies?" Laura looked at me. "Missy?" I shook my head no. "You sure?" Laura took another sip of iced tea. She continued to watch me. "Guess not" said the waitress pointedly. She ripped the check from the pad and slapped it on the table. "I'll pick that up when you're ready" When the waitress was out of earshot, Laura dropped a bomb. "You're not really a girl, are you?" All activity in the restaurant seemed to stop. I looked at Wendy, Michelle and Kelly. I shook my head no. Jess studied me closely. "Oh my god! You're the girl from the bathroom! Who did your nails?" Room 139--08 Despite Laura's cross-examination, the dinner at the House of Pies wasn't a total disaster. Like Wendy, Laura was intrigued by the idea of a guy who liked dressing as a woman, and the table reverberated with the pros and cons of having a cross dresser as a mate. The conversation continued in the parking lot, to the extent the six of us made tentative plans to meet later that night. Jess and I exchanged phone numbers and promised to get together and shop the junior's department at Carson's over Christmas break. It was seven o'clock by the time we got back to room 139. The four of us got dressed together. It was the best way to maximize the available space—not to mention the bathroom mirror. Besides, we had seen everything by that point. What was the point of a door? And with innumerable hooks and fasteners and zippers, many hands made for light work. Our collective anticipation took over the room. Spirits were high. Wendy was stunning as a magician's assistant in her black corset, sheer black stockings and black heels. Michelle was radiant in her strapless, floor-length sequined movie starlet gown. And Kelly was centerfold-sexy in her teeny yellow bikini. Kelly finally declared "Ladies, we are ready!" Michelle reminded us of the rules: No guys, five drinks max and to meet at Burlson's if we got separated. Then she insisted we make sure each of us had the phone number to the motel. "One more thing: Kelly has the motel key and the car keys. Don't lose her!" Wendy had a final suggestion before we left. "Let's see if we can find someone to take our picture." There were snickers when she returned with an old guy in a CAT Diesel baseball cap and work boots. "Hiya ladies. Fixin' to out tonight? I heard you all hootin' and hollerin' a minute ago and figured something was up. It's gonna be plenty crazy out there, I tell ya. Be careful." Wendy set up the camera, showed him what button to push and it was done. He was a gentleman, and escorted us to the car. "Goodnight ladies. And watch out for them fellers!" Wendy slid next to me in the backseat. "Too late" she said with a smile. Kelly soon had the Pontiac headed towards campus. Owing to the enormous crowds, we were forced to park several miles from downtown. On the plus side, it gave me time to practice walking in heels. Wendy, Michelle and Kelly all shared their advice. But Michelle the drama student had the best, and even developed a character whose demure and unintentional sexuality fit the costume. Too bad I was such an awful actress. While my companions generated lust, I created curiosity. I danced with a SIU freshman dressed like a butler, and she was kind enough to volunteer the services of her feather duster. She was curious about how I had ended up in such a costume. Michelle and Kelly were fascinated by the questions they got in the bathroom from women who were on to me. Unlike Wendy, they had never experienced it before. "Is he your boyfriend?" "How does he fit into a costume like that?" And Kelly's favorite, "Who did his nails?" Michelle decided she was going to try the men's room. But between the groping and the come-ons and the dirty stalls she gave up almost immediately. "I'd wear a dress to get out of going in there too!" she said to me. After a couple of hours, we began to run into familiar faces. Some of them I didn't want to see. A girl dressed like a hooker was obsessed with seeing my lingerie, and kept asking to check it out in the bathroom. Every time I saw her she was drunker and more-persistent than the time before, and her dirt-bag boyfriend didn't help things by saying "Let her see, faggot." I couldn't take them any longer and retreated to Burlson's. That was the only time the four of us were separated. But even hanging out there was fun. Someone offered me a hundred dollars a week to clean their house, and another two-hundred to serve drinks and dinner at important social occasions. "Oh my God, an invitation to my house would be the hottest thing in town!" I curtsied in appreciation but told them I was already employed. A geisha girl asked me dance. And that's what I was doing when I saw Wendy scanning Burlson's for me. Luckily, I was able to catch up with her and let her know I was okay. I explained about the hooker and the dirt-bag, and how I felt it best to avoid another confrontation even if it meant sending up an alarm to everyone. I apologized for worrying her. "I'm just glad you're okay. My imagination was going into overdrive." Wendy and I hadn't had much time alone, so we enjoyed the walk back to where Kelly and Michelle were waiting. We both felt odd about the afternoon. Had we cheated on each other? Did we use Michelle and Kelly? Did they use us? We agreed we were having a great time, but the weekend's sexual dynamics were confusing. "Just like our relationship" laughed Wendy. "This weekend has been so great" I said. "Having everything out in the open has been unbelievable. I love it! It's dissolved all these boundaries. I feel so free. I feel like I've been hanging out with Kelly and Michelle forever!" Wendy beamed at me. "I've never felt anything like this before! And they were saying the same thing! It's unreal. What's going on?" Just then we heard two voices calling our names. It was Kelly and Michelle. They hurried down the sidewalk towards Wendy and me. "Where were you? What happened?" Their faces were full of concern. I again explained about the hooker and the dirt-bag, and waved it off. "I'm just sorry I worried you guys. I just wanted to get away from them." The three of them regarded me with genuine empathy, and it struck me: which of them hadn't been in a similar situation at some point before? Time was growing short, and I could feel Sunday approaching. I didn't want the weekend to end on such a somber note. "Weren't there free jello shots at the Wild Hare after midnight?" The three faces brightened. "Yes!" We set off for the Wild Hare. Not surprisingly, the club was packed. Free jello shots in a college town can do that. Wendy and Michelle somehow managed to get half a dozen, and brought them to Kelly and I. We hadn't even snagged one. I eagerly grabbed a shot, toasted Wendy and Michelle and grabbed Wendy's hand. I had to dance. We tore into the Psychedelic Furs' 'Pretty in Pink'. Wendy's eyes shone, and it wasn't long before Kelly and Michelle joined us. The four of us danced until closing time. Happy-drunk but eager to get out of our shoes, we made our way through the throng and out into the street. Remarkably, there was an empty bench on the other side. We made our way to it and collapsed. "Ugh! I don't know about you guys, but next year I'm bringing a purse big-enough to stuff some gym shoes in" said Wendy. "We still have to walk another mile, right? Grrr!" "I don't know how you guys do it" I said. "We don't" said Michelle. We massaged our aching feet for several minutes, watching the street life. Despite the way I was dressed, my metabolism had remained male. The salad and iced tea hadn't sustained me, and I was starving. "Wasn't there an all-night taco place a couple of blocks down? Maybe we could give our feet a rest there and get something to eat." The threesome looked at me hopefully. "Really? I was too busy watching you walk in heels" teased Wendy. "I'm game if those two are." "Michelle? Kelly? My treat." "A couple of blocks, right? That means two" said Kelly. We collected our shoes and staggered to Senior Ray's Taco Emporium. After the dim lights of the club, the orgy of florescence at Senior Ray's was blinding. We paused to take in the menu board. I went up to the counter alone. "May I take your order please, seniorita?" I ignored the muffled giggles behind me. "Four tacos, please." "Do you wish any beans or rice? A sapodilla perhaps?" "No thanks. The tacos will be fine." "Anything to drink? Coffee?" "Not tonight." "Okay. Three dollars please." I dug in my purse and extracted three crumpled dollar bills. I handed them to the cashier. He nodded and carefully inserted the bills in the cash register drawer. Suddenly he appeared as if seized by a brilliant idea. "Some hot sauce, seniorita? Hot? Medium? Mild?" I turned to check with my dining partners, but they were preoccupied with their snickering. I made a face and turned back to the cashier. "Hot." "Right away" he said. After inserting four packets of sauce and some napkins, he handed me a plain white paper bag, neatly creased at the top. "Gracias seniorita. Su luminosa belleza solo es igualada por su gracia incomparable." He smiled. His teeth were practically an alternate light source. Wendy burst out laughing. I ignored her and smiled at him. We grabbed a table near the front. Wendy would not stop laughing. She was near tears. She finally put her head down on the table to compose herself. We were dying of curiosity. "Wendy, what's up? What's so funny?" She wiped the tears from her eyes and began. "Um, Missy? He, um, he..." and that's as far as she got before collapsing into hysterics again. I looked at Michelle and Kelly. They didn't have a clue. Wendy sat up. She raised her hands. "Okay. I'm cool. Okay." She wiped her eyes. And then she slipped again. "Wen-dy!" I was starting to get annoyed. "Okayokayokay. Missy? He said your luminous beauty was equaled only by your incomparable grace." I put my head in my hands. Wendy, Michelle and Kelly exploded into prolonged laughter. One of them kicked me under the table. I sullenly ate my taco as the three of them relived the moment endlessly. "I thought your feet hurt" I groused. This provoked even more laughter. They eventually settled down, and Wendy pressed herself against me. She put her hand on my cheek and drew my face towards hers. "You know something? I agree with him." She kissed me deeply. Kelly and Michelle generously supplied gagging noises. And on that note we prepared to leave. My companions wanted to make one final visit to the bathroom before the trip home. "Don't you need to go, Missy?" "No" I said. "I'm fine." Michelle regarded me with mock contempt. "She's only a girl on the outside, Wendy. Must be nice." I went to look for an inconspicuous place to wait, not wanting to further arouse the passions of Senior Ray. After leaving the restaurant we resumed our walk. The streets were empty. I found the click of our heels reassuring. A soft breeze caressed my legs through the stockings and lifted my dress. I closed my eyes. I felt so feminine. So free. Room 139--09 In the car we took our usual positions. Wendy placed her head on my shoulder and dozed while Michelle took a nap in front. The scenery rolled by noiselessly. Once at the motel, I waited anxiously for Kelly to dig the room key out of her purse. "Hurry!" I said. "Guess you're a girl after all" laughed Kelly. "Ha ha." She finally located the key and unlocked the door. While the three of them set down their things, I went to the bathroom. By the time I returned, Wendy and Michelle were kissing. Before I could react, I felt a hand reach underneath my dress. It settled on the front of my panties, where it began to knead what was underneath. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Kelly spoke. "Like to slip into something more comfortable?" I laughed. "Turn around" she said. She unbuttoned my dress, and managed to get it off without disturbing the wig. Next she lowered the ruffled panties and had me step out of them. She circled me and tugged at my stockings and adjusted the lingerie. She applied a fresh coat of lip stick. "That's better" she said. "Come here." She put her arms around me and began kissing me. She ran her hands over me. She plucked the bands of the garter belt. I was quickly becoming aroused. She undid the top of her bathing suit and pulled me to the bed. I began to kiss her breasts. She guided my hand inside the bottom of her suit where I began to play with her. She squirmed and pushed against my hand as Michelle had. She tilted her head back and began to moan. "Take off your panties" she said. I pulled away, undid the clasps of the garter belt, and removed them. "Fuck me" she said. I began to move my stiffening cock across Kelly's pussy. She rolled me on my back and mounted me as Wendy had. As she moved up and down, I began feel another orgasm building. Kelly slowed her grinding, and leaned forward to rub me through my bra. She reached underneath it and tweaked my nipples. "I've been waiting a long time for this" she whispered. "I don't want it to be over too soon." She moved her mouth over my chest, alternately licking, sucking and nibbling. I ran my hands across her back and shoulders, using the nails she had given me to stimulate her. "I like that. Don't stop." We kissed. She used her mouth on my face and neck as she had on my chest. She squirmed and mashed her pussy against my dick. I moaned. "Like that Missy?" She giggled at the irony. I heard Michelle groan. I turned towards the other bed, where Wendy was on all fours, crawling next to Michelle. She had obviously succeeded in bringing her to orgasm. They turned to watch Kelly and I. Kelly began her rhythmic undulations. Soon I could feel the rising tide of an orgasm. I wanted to give in. Kelly's breathing quickened. Tiny gasps came from her. She too was near a climax. I raised my hips to meet her downward strokes. On the second I could no longer hold back and let go. Kelly moaned loudly. She caught her breath and lay her head down on my chest. "I loved that" she whispered. Wendy and Michelle applauded. "For the best performance in a low-budget porn flick, the nominees are..." We laughed. I lay on the bed. I was exhausted, but very much alive. "Move over Missy." It was Wendy. She climbed into the bed. Michelle climbed in as well. The four of us were a happy tangle of limbs, and eventually managed a few hours sleep. I was the last to wake-up. It was Sunday morning. I was still wearing the remnants of my costume. Kelly was lying on her side, and regarded me with a mixture of affection and amusement. "Morning Missy. How are you?" I rolled over. I was painfully aware the weekend was over. I looked at her. "I really enjoyed last night." "Me, too." Wendy and Michelle ran in, still wet from their shower. They approached the bed and pretended to grope me, dripping water all over Kelly and I in the process. Kelly protested. "You guys!" They found a towel and began drying off. Kelly and I volunteered to help them with their hair. With her head half-covered by a towel, Michelle began to chuckle. "What?" I said. "Can you imagine someone's reaction if they were to walk in here and found three naked chicks and a guy in a bra and garter belt? I mean, what would they think?" "We're probably better off not knowing" said Wendy, uncharacteristically glum. Wendy's hair was more or less dry. "Okay" she said. "Your turn. We left some hot water for you." "Missy, you ready?" asked Kelly. "Yeah" I said. In the bathroom, Kelly unhooked my bra and garter belt, and steadied me as I removed the stockings. She started the water. "Ladies first" she said, holding back the shower curtain. I stuck my tongue out, but went first anyway. The warm water was rejuvenating. Kelly joined me. "Want some help with that?" I looked down and smiled. I had a hard-on. Kelly lathered her hands, and gave me a remarkable hand job. I needed to brace myself when I came. I kissed her, and my mouth began to wander down her neck. Kelly stopped me. "We can't. Check-out time is eleven, and it's almost ten-thirty. Maybe another time." The way her voice dropped off spoke volumes about the uncertainty ahead of us. Would there even be another time? What was going to happen after this weekend? Was everything going to change? Back in the room, the colorful disarray had disappeared and been replaced by neatly ordered suitcases and overnight bags standing side by side. All that remained was the drive back. In Champaign, the Pontiac settled in the driveway. Pops came from underneath the hood as the engine cooled. We silently began sorting the luggage; Kelly's into her house, Michelle's into her car and Wendy's into my car. When it was stowed away, Wendy waited by the car while I said goodbye to Kelly and Michelle. They stood next to each other in front of the porch. I approached them. I opened my mouth but didn't know what to say. Kelly put out her arms and we hugged. I kissed her. Then I went to Michelle. I looked at her before we, too, shared a warm hug and a kiss. So much to say, and nothing. I turned to go. Halfway to the car, I heard Kelly. "Missy!" She was pointing to her nails. "Don't forget the nail polish remover!" Wendy waved goodbye from the car as we backed out of the driveway. She put her hand on my leg and sighed. Leaves were falling as we pulled away. The seasons were changing. Room 143 ***This is my first submission, this work is completely fiction... Please give me feedback.** It was the first time he and Stacey had agreed to do anything like this, he wasn't too sure how he felt about it, knowing that two hours from now he would be tied to his own bed at the mercy of his girlfriend. He was just finishing up in work and was about to make his daily commute home when got a text message. "Don't go home, go to the jurys inn hotel in the city centre, room 143 key will be at reception under your name". No other text and he knew that she wouldn't want him responding but instead to do as he was told. He got on his train home and couldn't concentrate in the slightest, thoughts of his girlfriend teasing him until he can take no more. James and Stacey had been together for about 6 months, in the past James has always been quite dominant in bed because that is the role others have wanted but ever since telling Stacey in the early days of their relationship that his ultimate turn on is to be teased Stacey has well and truly been in the driving seat and he loved it. As he reached the city centre, nerves and excitement seemed to engulf him all at the same time. He genuinely didn't have any idea exactly what she had lined up for him. James walked into the hotel in full business attire, looking every part the 28 year old sophisticated city worker, a sharp grey suit with crisp white shirt that was only made casual by the lack of a tie, James was 5"7 yet seemed taller due to the way his suit hung off him. He had an air of confidence about him when he spoke to the hotel receptionist despite desperately trying to avoid eye contact and hoping that she wouldn't notice the crimson colour his face was going. She gave him the key card but seemed to hold onto it too long forcing him to make eye contact with her, he instantly noticed that she was quite a beautiful young woman that could only be about 21, a complexion that most stars would die for and incredible eyes that momentarily James got lost in, he thought he'd noticed a knowing smile coming from the young receptionist as he walked away with the key card, could she have really seen what was written all over his face, the eager anticipation of sex and the unknown oozing off him? He banished the thoughts to one side and got into the lift ready to make his way to room 143. He arrived at the door of room 143 where the unknown was waiting for him. Slowly, nervously he used his key card to enter the room; every sound that was made seemed to be over exaggerated in his head as he tried to listen out for Stacey in the room... A wave of disappointment washed over him as he entered the room to find nothing out of the ordinary except a large cotton towel on the bed with a note on top.. He walked over to the note and started to read it.. "I want you to get yourself ready for me your lover and mistress, whilst you may think tonight is for you to enjoy yourself it's not, it's for me to enjoy myself and you will do as you are told to ensure that I fully enjoy this experience you promised me, firstly please take a shower and then settle on the bed (naked!), there is a glass of champagne on the bedside table please drink that and relax and wait for me to arrive." Not sure what he expected he still felt a twang of disappointment that he wasn't straight into it, whatever it may be yet at the same time he felt blood rushing to his cock at the thought of him being told what to do by his girlfriend who has referred to herself as his mistress. After the shower James sat down on the bed and started to drink the champagne whilst reading the leaflets that were left by the hotel, nothing of interest and his mind was certainly elsewhere. Within moments of finishing the champagne he realised that something wasn't quite right, he couldn't concentrate on any of his surroundings and his legs and entire body was beginning to feel heavy. He managed to get back onto the bed before the darkness descended and he passed out. Several hours had passed before James had woken up, he started coming round when he heard voices in the room, he was facing down and tried to turn over so he could speak to who he assumed was Stacey but then realised that his movement was restricted, confused James struggled against the restraints, after realising his predicament James quickly took stock of his surroundings He'd been handcuffed to some sort of board that had been handcuffed to the bed, the size of the board and the way the handcuffs were on each wrist and each ankle meant that he was in an all fours position, he could feel the cool air breeze against his naked flesh. "Stacey" James said out loud "what the fuck is this contraption?" "Hello sleepy head, I was wondering when you were going to wake up and join us!" "Us? Who's that, who is here Stacey, what's going on?" James said unable to contain the confusion from his voice. Suddenly Stacey slapped his arse, not playfully or light but really hard causing him to slightly whince in pain and shock. "James, we are doing what I want tonight and I don't want you to ask any questions, let yourself go and you may just end up enjoying it, we can talk about things tomorrow or later but tonight we are fulfilling my fantasies, even the ones you don't know about! Do you understand?" James managed a muffled yes unsure how he felt about everything but the slight twinge in his cock suggested that his horniness had not subsided and he was happy to just play this out. Out of the corner of his eye James noticed a figure walking towards him, he could not make them out but they got close to him, whoever it were was at his side slapping and grabbing at his arse, he heard some muffled talking before hearing what sounded like 2 people kissing. James didn't say anything, didn't know what to say, he was excited, scared, turned on and confused but the heat of the moment had definitely taken over him and he was already fully erect, his 7inch fully erect cock pointing down towards the contraption begging to be touched. The two figures came into view, James could not believe what he was seeing, Stacey was leading the young receptionist to the armchair in the corner of the room, right within his eye sight, in all his time he had never seen Stacey this sexually confident, she was like a stripper at a strip club leading you to your private dance, she stood there wearing only a thong and a t-shirt sitting the girl in the armchair, Stacey had her back to James and he couldn't help but admire her fantastic slender figure, eyeing from the bottom of her legs up to the underwear between her legs, he involuntary jerked forward want to push his cock forward to touch it against something, anything. His girlfriend really was beautiful but stood over this gorgeous 21 year old receptionist with Piercing gorgeous blue eyes that were transfixed on him. Stacey looked over her shoulder towards James and gave him a mischievous smile before turning back and lifting her top over her head, James was so horny, he was watching his beautiful girlfriend, the love of his life start to give another beautiful young lass a very up close and personal private dance, James was so in the moment that he had forgotten that he was literally unable to move that is until suddenly he felt another hand firmly, more firmly than before, grip at his right buttock. It was then that he realised that when Stacey had turned around and given him a mischievous smile that it wasn't aimed at him but this person behind him, this person whose hand was lingering on his very exposed right buttock, the hand squeezed roughly and in doing so edged fingers closer to between James legs, James instantly got gratification as the hand made its way to his cock that had been longing for someone to touch it, the hand gripped it, tight, tighter than Stacey ever did and tighter than he normally did himself, it felt so good but at the same time it made him realise how different this were, as he looked over at Stacey and the receptionist who now had Stacey's breasts inches from her mouth he realised that this wasn't a women's touch, he realised it was a mans. Room 1524 The bar was fairly quiet when we got back after the dinner and after three hours of being on my best behaviour, following my cover story and smiling at everyone, I was looking forward to a nice large single malt and then a couple of hours between Mrs Morganite's thighs. She was looking as sexy as ever, a low cut cocktail dress that buttoned all the way down the front, seamed hold up stockings and high heels. She was relaxed after a few glasses of champagne and had that glint in her eye that spoke of a very wet pussy. She cuddled up next to me on the leather banquette and ran her hand along my thigh. "I hope you are not too thirsty Marco because I'm very hungry tonight, wearing this dress always makes me horny, it's so sheer and sexy." It was true, it was quite thin and the outline of her underwear could be seen when you were close enough. I leaned down and kissed her, lightly rubbing my hand up her side, causing her dress to ride up a little exposing her stocking top. As we broke apart I saw two lads looking at us, one nudged the other and nodded towards her, drawing her exposure to his friends attention. I pushed her dress up a little more and smiled at them. Rose was oblivious to this as I kissed her again. This time I gently squeezed her breast through her dress and bra, feeling the hard shape of her piercing. I could feel, as much as see, the two lads watching intently as I pinched a little harder. "Rose, I want you to do something for me before we go upstairs.....go into the ladies and take your bra off." "Why Marco?" "Please don't argue Rose, just do it or I'll do it for you." She knew from our previous times together that I never would do that but we both knew that she liked the idea of me doing it, that she liked me to tell her what to do. "OK then." She picked up her bag and walked off to the ladies toilets on the other side of the room, passing the few guests that were still there including the two lads. I looked at them as their eyes followed her. They were both in their late teens/early twenties, quite well built and muscular, looking a little out of place if the truth be told, like they should be in the Travel Lodge not the Sheraton. We were sitting in a dark corner and I moved a little way along so that when she came back she would be in the light from the table lamp. The two lads looked like they were going nowhere. She had two choices as she walked back into the bar, either hunch her shoulders; fold her arms and cover up if she could or just be brazen. She was my Rose though so brazen it was. She walked slowly through the room with her shoulders pulled back, standing her full height in her high heels. Her breasts with the big bars through the nipples stood out before her, barely hidden by the sheer fabric of her dress. All eyed followed her as she walked up to me and sat down in the soft pool of light. She finished her drink in one swallow. "Happy now?" I leaned towards her and kissed her, once more caressing her firm breast as I did so. "Yes, you look stunning and I'm sure you enjoyed that as much as I did." "Would you like another drink?" I asked. She nodded. "Well, I'll have another malt please." Her mouth parted as if to protest before she got to her feet and went to the bar. The barman took his time serving her, obviously enjoying the sight of her almost naked breasts. "Ohhh, it's hot in here!" she said as she sat down. "Why not undo a button?" I suggested. "Actually Rose, undo three buttons for me." I said with a grin. She looked at me defiantly and said "Marco, can't we just go upstairs and fuck?" "Not until you have undone those buttons and I have finished my drink." I smiled. She shrugged her shoulders and deftly undid the small buttons exposing a little more flesh with each one. By the time the third was open she was showing a tempting valley of cleavage, the darker pink of her aureole almost visible. She tucked the open material of the dress underneath, turning the dress into a 'v' neck. Almost transparent, obviously bra less and now very low cut she looked like a high class hooker plying her trade. I looked over at the two lads sitting almost opposite as they both stood up "Calling it a night?" I asked "Err, no." said the tallest one, "Just getting another drink." "Why not put it on 1524 and come and join us?" I said, "We are just about the last anyway" "Thanks mate, very generous of you." He replied. As he went the bar his friend headed towards the toilets at the end of the room. "Rose, stand up." I hissed. She reluctantly got to her feet as the tall lad asked for his drinks. She was too surprised to say anything when I pushed my hands up her skirt and pulled down her tiny black thong, stepping out of it without a murmur before sitting down again as the tall lad, Gavin as we soon found his name, turned back towards us with two bottles of Bud. I pulled Rose tight in beside me as Shaun (the other one) came and sat down. With only the low table between us they could almost see all the way up her skirt, the bottom of her stocking top just about visible. We introduced ourselves and made small talk - nice hotel, only here for one night, the lads on a course nearby, us at a party - before I let my hand trail down Rose's skirt, feeling the soft flesh above her stocking, the change of texture and then the nylon itself. I moved my hand across to the button and deftly slipped it free, causing her skirt to open a little wider. She closed her thighs tighter and tensed a little as I stroked casually along her leg. The lads were trying hard not to look but failing. "So lads, any luck with the local pussy tonight?" I asked casually. "No", said Shaun, "But we fancied and early night anyway" "We were just talking about that weren't we Rose?" I said, "Think well just finish this one first." Rose nodded and moved to pick up her drink. She had it in her hand before she realized that in leaning forward she had given them a clear look down her dress. She tossed the remains of the drink down her throat before quickly replacing the glass. Not before I had slipped another button though, and as she leant back into my embrace we could all now see the top of both stockings and some flesh above. I half expected her to make a fuss but instead she just moved closer to me, her breath coming a little quicker now. The lads eyes were now out on stalks, they no doubt thought that another button would let them see her knickers, while we both knew that it would be her juicy pussy on display! I sipped my drink slowly, chatting about nothing at all while I gently ran my fingers around the soft flesh of her thigh. Every time I touched her inner thigh I pulled gently back, encouraging her to spread them a little but she just clamped them tighter. Finally, when I only had a teaspoon left in my glass I carefully pushed the button we were all staring at through the button hole. I felt Rose shudder and bite my shoulder before opening her legs just enough for the whole of her pussy to be visible. The lads looked stunned as I gently ran the tip of my forefinger along her lips, causing them to part as the blood rushed to them and her wetness became obvious. "Well then." I said, "Shall we go and see what's in the mini bar in our room?" The lads looked a little stunned as I pulled Rose to her feet and with my arm around her waist moved slowly towards the lift. She was almost in a trance as she clearly knew that I intended for all three of us to fuck her, the way she was biting the corner of her mouth was a give away for me, something she always did when she was excited. "Don't you fancy getting to know Rose a bit better?" I asked over my shoulder, happy to see them exchange glances, down their beer and follow us. This was one of the newest hotels in the city, 20 floors with glass lifts that gave an amazing view as they slowly moved up the outside of the building. We were on the 15th floor and as the lift opened I deftly undid the remaining three buttons on Rose's dress, pushing her inside the lift as I removed the dress from her shoulders. She walked towards the glass wall and put her hands up at shoulder height to steady herself, she looked like she was about to be searched wearing nothing but her heels and hold up seamed stockings. Anyone in the street would now see her nakedness. Shaun, the bolder of the two had at last by now grasped the situation and lost no time in grabbing Rose's tits, pulling and tugging at the large bars through her nipples before dropping his hand to her pussy. "Fucking hell Gavin, she's soaking, the dirty bitch loves this!" He gleefully exclaimed. His mate joined in groping her sodden cunt as we reached our floor. "Room 24 wasn't it?" Said one of them as they half dragged her with them along the corridor. Once inside they threw her down on the bed, Gavin kneeling above her head, kneading her tits as Shaun spread her legs wide exposing her juicy pussy to his lustful gaze. He quickly clamped his mouth between her legs as she wriggled her hips pushing her pussy onto his tongue, gasping as he forced the hot tip deep inside. Shaun started to strip off, leering at the sight before him. "Is this what you do for kicks then Mrs, get fucked by lads half your age in hotels?" "You are in luck tonight because my mate -- the one licking your pussy -- has got a huge cock; I'm going to fuck you first because he's going to turn your cunt into a bucket!" I perked up at this, not being small myself I was curious but just settled for another whiskey from the bar and a ringside seat. Gavin must have been good as Rose was by now thrashing around under his frantic lapping and gasped to her first orgasm of what looked like was going to be a very long night! Shaun jumped off the bed and pulled the rest of his clothes off, giving his cock a couple of firm wanks he pulled his mate from between Rose's legs and knelt between them himself. "I fucking love stockings." He said, running his hands along them before bending her knees back towards her shoulders. Shuffling forward his cock slipped deep within Rose with no resistance before pulling almost all the way out and slamming into her again. There was no finesse, he was just going to take his pleasure at her expense and didn't care. Although he had started at a high pace he had no trouble speeding up, slamming into her harder and harder. She was gasping for breath as much as from pleasure and we could clearly hear the slap slap slap of his balls against her arse. He pushed her legs wider and higher until they were around his shoulders and her wide eyes betrayed how deep he was inside her. He came with a loud grunt, tensing and thrusting deeper inside her before rolling off with out ceremony. "Fuckin' hell, I enjoyed that." he said, "Hurry up and shag her Gav so I can do it again" Gavin was standing at the side of the bed stroking his meaty cock, not huge but certainly thicker than mine. I knew that Rose would have no trouble getting it inside her, the problem would be getting her to let go of it and give Shaun another chance! She pulled him down onto the bed and after a few double handed pumps she pushed him back and straddled him, gently flicking the large head through her cunt lips, getting used to the size before slowly inching down onto him, twisting and pulling at her nipples as she did so until with a last wiggle of the hips she had all of him inside her. He reached forward and tried to grab hold of her bouncing tits but she slapped his hands away. "You and your mate can do what you like with me later but for now will you just lie there, don't fucking move and let me have some fun? Please?" I grinned because I knew what was to come, she did a similar thing with me a few months back and very erotic it was too. As Gavin lay back with his hands behind his head she began to slide her slippery sheath up and down on him and although the upstroke was slightly quicker, the downward was very slow indeed but I could tell from Gavin's face that she was squeezing her pelvic floor muscles hard down onto his cock so that every inch inside her felt like the first time she has been fucked. She carried on like this for about a quarter of an hour -- time enough for Shaun to take some photos on his mobile of Gavin's big dick in her inflamed pussy - and although she was barely moving at times sweat was running down her face. Her breath had become a shallow pant by the time she touched her clit with the tip of her index finger triggering off an amazing orgasm. She had been at the top of his cock when she began to come and as she slid slowly down his thick shaft her orgasm rolled on and on, the groans getting louder and more guttural and her whole body flushing a deep red. The juice flooding out of her pussy soaking Gavin's thighs. He had done himself proud withstanding this for so long but could hold out no longer, his face contorted as he emptied his balls deep inside her. I had to hold her as she almost collapsed on top of him, rolling her to the side so Gavin's cock could slip out of her gaping cunt leaving a steady stream of his spunk and her juice soaking into her stocking tops. "You going to fuck her now Marco?" asked the obviously eager Shaun, his hard cock indicating how inflamed his lust was "Or can I have another go?" "Not just yet but it won't be long, lets get her into position first. Get up Gavin, pass me those pillows." I piled all four pillows on top of each other half way down the bed and then told Rose to lie forward on them so they supported her hips. With her hands out in font of her and her legs together; it made her ass stick up enticingly. "Now Rose." I said, "I thought we had a deal." In exchange for me being your escort tonight I agreed to do whatever you said as long as we were at dinner. After dinner you would be mine to do with as I wished. I'm pretty sure that was the arrangement wasn't it?" She nodded and started to say something but I cut her short with a look. "When we were in the bar I clearly wanted you to open your legs and flash your pussy to the lads here but you kept squeezing them together. Now I know you did it in the end but that's not the point is it?" "Lads, take one hand each and keep her still please." With one each side of the bed holding her down I pulled the belt out of my trousers and gently ran it up and down her back before bringing it down with a crack against my thigh...she jumped and started to babble, the words 'no' and 'won't do it again' becoming louder until I stuffed the thong she had been wearing earlier in the evening into her mouth. I doubled the belt over and gave her a light slap with it on each cheek, watching her flinch and quiver. I had spanked her before and knew that she liked it but I'd never used a belt on her and I knew that I would have to de careful not to get carried away and give her a real thrashing....maybe she would like that though....but for now I just worked up to a nice rhythm, slapping slightly harder each time, enjoying seeing her ass getting redder and redder. She was squirming under the blows and trying to grind her pussy into the pillow so I guessed she was enjoying it so I gave her two slaps a bit harder, I did intend for her to understand that I was annoyed at her not doing as I said but that just made her jerk her hips more firmly against the pillow. She needed more resistance though as the pillows were too soft... Every hotel has a Gideon bible in the bedside draw and this one was no different. I pushed the bible down into the soft pillows so that the spine with its gold lettering spread her pussy lips apart and settled against her clit. She rocked her hips against it and gave a low moan as I resumed my beating, her ass was crimson now and every stroke from the belt caused her to jerk harder against the bible. I could see her face getting redder and redder so I pulled the knickers from her mouth, didn't want her to choke on them as I had every intention of this night lasting a long time. A few quick hard slaps made her scream but the pain and the jerking against the rough lettering brought her to a powerful orgasm, the boys having to hold her down as she thrashed in her passion. "Now can I fuck her?" Said the ever eager Shaun. We pulled the pillows from under her and put her on all fours. Shaun wasted no time in sticking his cock up her again, Rose seemed in a daze and hardly seemed to notice until Gavin and his now fully recovered cock appeared in front of her and with a gleeful 'open wide!' filled her mouth and most of her throat with his hot young cock. I took a few snaps of the action on her phone for her later use, she told me that she liked to drift off to sleep with her fingers clamped between her thighs and an erotic image locked in her mind. Shaun lasted a little longer this time but was soon flooding her cunt again. At this point Gavin moved around to shag her and I had the pleasure of her mouth while Shaun watched and waited. When he had added another load to the mess between her legs I finally got to give her a very hard, vigorous fuck while she sucked Shaun. This arrangement carried on for the next couple of hours, Rose with a hot cock in each end and one waiting its turn. By now it was 0500 and almost daylight. The boys had to be in a lecture at 0900 so we decided enough was enough. I ran a deep hot bath for Rose who looked like she had been fucked by a biker gang, her stockings were laddered and soaked with cum, her tits were red raw and covered with love bites as were her ass and thighs. Her makeup was smeared all over and her lips were swollen from the effort of sucking. Only her satisfied smile told the true story of her night in room 1524. After the boys had gone -- but not before exchanging phone numbers in case they are ever this way again -- I lowered her into the bath and gently washed away all the sweat and spunk of the night, washed it out of her hair and rubbed a soothing cream into her gaping pussy. After I had tucked her up into bed and hung the 'do not disturb' sign on the outside of the door I cuddled up against her, gently kissing her neck and ears. "Mmmm, thank you Marco that was wonderful." She said "I don't think I have ever been so satisfied." "Get some sleep Rose." I said, "I have ordered room service for 1100 and the guy at the desk said that the lad that delivers it always demands a tip for working that late...so it's coffee and cock for your breakfast!" "Mmmm Marco, I can't wait!" She said dreamily... Room 169 Vol. 01 Room 169 vol #1 My girlfriend and I wanted to get away for the weekend. She had just finished her degree in management and had been working on finishing her thesis for weeks with no sleep or time for fun. We had hardly seen each other let alone done any screwing. I hadn't even had a handjob in the shower. We rented a condo in a remote area outside of St George Utah. The whole drive was filled with laughing and joking and I noticed that Sammys huge breasts were heaving and jiggling as she chuckled. I immediately got hard and had to reach down my jeans and reset my throbbing penis to a comfortable position. Sammy couldn't help but notice my actions and she was immediately smiling that sheepish grin, knowing she had me hooked. She ran her fingers slowly down her neckline and let her fingernails slide beneath her bra and tugged lightly exposing more supple curves. She stopped the glorious expose' just before her right nipple showed itself. I shuddered from my balls to the tips of my fingers. "Is this what you want?" she breathed. Oh, yes. I groaned, and I reached my right hand across the front seat and brushed at her chin and neck. Then I slid my hand slowly down her ample cleavage and pressed my hand completely around a large portion of the front of her breast. My finger tips found her nipple, it was already hard and I could feel her breath rush in as I made contact. I pressed gently at first and moved my finger around in a circle sending shockwaves down her body. By now, my rod was pressing desperately against the fly of my jeans. As if she heard my thoughts her hand reached over and unsnapped and zipped my pants down. My boner had already worked its way out the front door of my boxers so she wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked gently. I. continued rubbing her nipple until she began moaning and grinding her hips into the car seat. Her other hand slid down to her thigh and was caressing it from her knee to her crotch and back. When the grip on my dong intensified I new what she needed so I pinched her nipple a bit and moved my hand down her body and under the waistband of her skirt. I found her panties wet already and easily slid my finger under the edge and pulled them to the side to expose her shaved pussy. At this she really increased the rocking of her hips and my fingers fell right inside her swollen opening. Sammys moaning increased and so did my pace until she reached a triumphant peak of pleasure. I pressed deeper inside her and felt the twitching of her pussy as she climaxed. I had forgotten about the drive and just realized we were nearing our destination. So I began slowing the SUV in preparation to exit off the main highway. Just then, Sam leaned over to me and kissed me hard on the lips. Her eyes flashed me a grin and then she started stroking my manhood again. She had stopped when her pleasure started peaking and my penis had drooped a bit, but now it was in full hardness again. She slid her hand all the way up and down the shaft and made a circle with her fingers around the head when she passed over it again and again. Her other hand cupped my balls and massaged them gently along with the whole area beneath. She kissed my neck and then lowered her mouth onto my throbbing member. The warmth of her lips and tongue washed over me and then she began to suck and stroke at the same time. She started slowly and then the bobbing of her head sped up again and then slowed once more. I felt her sucking so hard it almost hurt, and then soft as a feather, and then intensely once more. My head was spinning and I could hardly find the numbers on the condos and drove right passed number 169 which was our rental. I fumbled with the gearshift and somehow backed up and pulled crookedly into a spot in front of the door. I quickly slammed the vehicle into park and reached over to cup her breasts and looked for her nipples. Just then she disengaged from my rocket and with a wipe of her hand across her mouth she said, "Lets continue this inside." I don't remember grabbing any luggage I just ran to the door following Sams beautiful ass bouncing ahead of me. One breast was mostly out of her shirt and her skirt was still crooked when we burst through the door and she grabbed my dick once more and started lowering her head towards it when we heard a scream. "What the hell are you doing in here?" A young proper looking woman squealed. "And please cover yourselves immediately!" She was looking straight at my package hanging out of my jeans. I noticed a man sitting the table and his eyes were aiming straight at Sams mostly exposed tits. We must have been quite a site. We both went to the manager and demanded to know what was going on. She was a cute brunette with a small but firm frame and thin glasses on her nose. We were told they were really sorry for the mix up, but that there was no other rooms available this weekend and that the best they could do was to offer us a free weeks stay sometime later on. That did not work for either of us so we slowly walked back to the condo not knowing how to proceed. The other couple was Rob and Leanne and were here trying one last time to ignite a spark in their marriage. I was afraid if this weekend did not go well they would be headed back to a courtroom for a divorce. Leanne seemed very uptight and picky while Rob was very laid back and seemed to be disinterested in Leanne a bit. He was very interested in Sam and I however. They had ordered some pizza earlier and it was just arriving when we reached the front door. The early awkwardness had passed and we were hitting it off pretty well now. They invited us to join them for dinner at least and we could get this all worked out somehow. We all sat down on in the living room, Sam and I pressed together on a overstuffed chair with a large ottoman while they handed pizza out to everyone. We all started chatting and discussing what we could do and were soon laughing and joking about friends and work. Rob had been watching boxing on HBO when we arrived and it was just finishing up as I glanced around the room and noticed the night was coming on quickly. The programming on the TV had changed and what looked like a documentary was starting. I saw quick pulses of skin and movement on the screen as they introuduced a Cathouse in Nevada. I nudged Sam and she soon was looking at the screen as well closely followed by the couple seated across from us. It was a little uncomfortable at first, not knowing whether we should watch or not, but soon all of us were engaged by the show on the screen. The first scene showed a row of women topless being chosen by patrons. The girls walked their customers to a room and they started kissing and grouping each other. I felt a growing pulse in my jeans that had been awakened from our previous encounter in the car that for me had not been completed. I had my arm around Sam and found myself running my fingers along the side of her breast. The video was making me even hornier. I saw the girl in the videos boobs bouncing up and down while the customer banged her from behind. I was going crazy inside. My hand was now cupping Sams breast and squeazing it like a tension release ball. Her hand swung over and carefully unzipped my jeans and began stroking my boner through the underwear. I reached down and pulled it free out of the front hatch of the boxers and sparked when I felt her hand touch the naked skin. Sam was getting hotter and breathing quickly as she watched the now vertical escort on the video riding her client in the style of a cowboy on a mechanical bull. I couldn't help but lift up her skirt and rub her clit through her panties and feel the moisture coming through. I then slid them completely off of her and she spread her legs again so I could rub gently around the entire area between her legs. It was so smooth and wet it sent electricity through my body in pulses. Without notice Sam rolled over and placed one knee on each side of my legs on the chair. I reached around and disconnected her bra with one flick of my finger through the back of her shirt and then lifted the shirt and bra off of her with one movement. I grasped one tit in each hand and pressed them together and started sucking the nipples, first one then the other. I then felt Sam reach down and slide my throbbing manhood into the crack of her ass. She loosened her ass cheeks and let them cup the length of my dick and then she clenched and pulled just a little. Then she relaxed again and let my dong slide through the opening up and down and rocking her hips against the tuft of hair above the base of my pole. I could no longer see anything else in the room. Not the TV or the furniture or even the wide eyed couple sitting on the couch across from us with their jaws dropped open in shock. There was no sound but our heavy breathing and the sound of me slapping Sams ass with my hand. I reached around her and pressed my fingers into the space between her cheeks and brushed at her anus with my index finger. At the same time I slid my pinky into her wet vagina and swirled them both around. She bent down and whispered, "I want you inside me." She lifted up and my dick slid forward and found its way easily into her. She pressed down hard and I felt my length slide hard into her and felt the stop of smooth skin that marked the end of the passage. She rocked her hips back and forth and I felt my penis slide in and out as it was pressed forward and back. The pleasure washed over me. After some time she was really going and she started lifting up with her knees. Her ass rose and fell hard and fast on my willing dong. She was warm and moist and wonderful. At times she would slow and press her tits in my face and slap me gently with them. I sucked and kissed her nipples and spread her ass and pressed it back together again as she shoved me deeper and deeper into her. I felt her vagina clinch with orgasm just before mine and I exclaimed loudly as blast of sperm filled her. We rocked slowly for a minute more and we kissed each other like our mouths were the opening of a canteen after a week of walking in the desert. I could not get enough of her lips, her tongue and her mouth. As I was squeezing her hard and exclaiming my love and appreciation for the 10th time, we both realized where we were and that the Barts were still there in the room. The shock had worn off and it was hard to read the expression on their faces. Leanne jumped up and stomped off to the bedroom shaking her head in some emotion I could not describe. Sam and I tried to cover ourselves the best we could and started to apologize. Bart stopped us short. "Don't, he said. Thank you. We haven't see passion like that in years. I'm so happy for you two. You are really lucky, don't take if for granted. Oh, and thanks for the show." He got up from the couch and I noticed he had to reset the position of his jeans. I could see from there he had really enjoyed it, along with his dong. No one could have guessed what was going to happen next. I will try to relay what Rob and Leanne told us. When Rob walked into the room where Leanne was sitting on the bed he noticed her head in the pillows. He walked over and ran his hand up and down her back and tried to form thoughts into words. "Wow, he said. I am sorry that just happened and I don't know what to say. Can you believe it?" What happened to us? She blurted out. How did we get here? We are going to get a divorce and a couple we just met screwed each other on the couch while we sat there and watched. I am out of words." Leanne noticed Rob readjusting his pulsing dong and couldn't help but stare. "Did you enjoy that" she gasped. Rob? All the frustration of years of pretending came flooding out before Rob could stop it. Yes I did. That was Damn hot! Did you see the way they devoured each other? I cant remember when we felt like that. We just witnessed pure unchecked passion and love. I don't know if I can live with out that any more." He sat down on the bed next to her and continued. Remember that night in the back of the van when our camping trip was rained out and we had to crawl in for cover. You were wet and cold and we started snuggling to keep warm and well, you know. We couldn't wait to touch each other. We steamed up the windows 3 times that night. Do you remember that? Leanne was quiet for a few seconds. Then she spoke with out lifting her head. "I want you to touch me like that." I want you to want me like that. Not for a quick release, I want you to hunger for me. I want you to devour me." She stood up and turned around looking away from him. She slipped off her pants and shirt and turned around facing him in her bra and panties, then she walked briskly forward and pushed him on to his back on the bed. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, and took off his shirt and underwear. She gasped for a second when his bulging penis sprung up as the underwear was removed. "Is that because of her she said" "No," he said, it's because of you. She kelt at the bottom of the bed and took of his shoes and slid the pants the rest of the way off. "I think ive missed you Leanne spoke to Robs pole. I think I need a closer look at you. She lowered her head down to lick the base of his balls and ran her tongue up the underneath of his shaft. When she reached the head, she flicked it with the tip of her tongue and then slid her lips around the head and sucked lightly. Rob moaned with pleasure. So you still like this huh? She said. And then she sucked in a little more. Little by little she pressed her tongue and mouth further and further onto his dick. Soon she was taking the whole thing. She gagged just a little so she backed up again but wanted more so she pressed down all the way once more and then slid up and sucked hard on the head again while she stroked the shaft. She thrust her head up and down and licked and sucked like the dick was a chocolate creamy. Robs breathing increased and he started to moan deeply and she new he was going to finish. She kept sucking and licking until just before and then she stroked and stroked and let his love juice flow out and covered her hands and bra and tits. "Wow," said Rob and he lifted her up on the bed and pulled off her bra and gently sucked her tits and nipples. He slid his hand down her back and scratched it gently as he kissed her hard on the lips and face and neck. Then she bent over on to her hands and knees and he slid off her panties. He kissed her back and slowly worked his way down to her bottom all the while rubbing her nipples and arms and shoulders. He gently kissed her thighs and ass and she lowered her face to the bed and pressed out her pussy at him. He kissed her clit and anus lightly and licked inside her thighs and taint. She reached back and pulled at her butt cheek and spread herself open for him. He devoured her every inch and began pressing his fingers into her anus gently as he kissed and sucked her wet pussy. He felt his erection beginning to grow and he spoke to her. "Do you want me to bang your ass hard?" "Oh Yes!" She moaned. "Give me your big hard dick!" And he did. He entered her gently at first and then began to thrust harder and harder. His balls slapped her pussy with each movement. "Oh, oh, oh" he said and he banged even harder as he pushed and pushed her forward. Her head was bunched up against the pillows now and almost to the headboard. She cried out with an orgasm as he continued to plunge in again and again. Her knees began to buckle and so he laid her down on her back and entered her again. He put her hands in his and held them above her head as he humped and pounded his manhood deep inside her while he watched her jugs jiggle in time. She felt him explode inside her and felt the warm body of her man collapse on her in exhaustion. We didn't see them again that night. We had a great breakfast by the pool the next day, and they never needed that divorce court after all.