"You don't want any money?" the man asked. "This isn't some kind of weird scam?"
Nicole Patterson smiled. "No, it isn't some kind of weird scam. I simply feel like being fucked tonight, and I thought maybe you were the man to do it. If you're not, I can always look for someone else."
She stood up, putting down her drink. She was wearing a red dress, tight in the bodice to show off her tits, low-cut into the cleavage, in shimmery swirls down her long, black-stockinged legs.
"Well?" she asked.
"Don't go," he said, putting down his own drink. Gingerly, still uncertain, he came near. Nicole smiled and waited.
She had picked him up in a hotel lounge near the airport. She was on her way back from confirming that Mr. and Mrs. Patterson had boarded a flight to New York.
That had been the clincher. If Roger could go to New York with his slut, then Nicole had no qualms about going on the prowl. The Satin Lounge was the top pick-up spot in town. Nicole had scored not five minutes through the door, and now they were in his hotel room.
The man was a salesman, leaving town in the morning. He was gorgeous, the kind of big blond stud Nicole had always dreamed about in her school days, though she always froze up around them in real life. His name was Mark.
He put his hands on her waist and she leaned in to him, brushing her tits against his chest. Her nipples were hard through the soft clinging fabric of her dress. He couldn't help but feel them touching him. She pushed a little more firmly, making sure he felt them. His hands moved around her waist and down onto the curves of her ass.
She squeezed closer, her belly starting to grind against his crotch.
She kissed him hungrily, her mouth wet and open. Her eagerness seemed to scare him a little, but the more she fucked her tongue in and out of his mouth, the more excited he grew. His hands cupped her asscheeks, squeezing them possessively, and now he was grinding back at her, and his prick was beginning to show some definite signs of interest.
Nicole came up for air, licking her lips and smiling. She had her arms around his neck. She swayed, her asscheeks swaying too inside his cupping hands. She felt the surging energy as it flowed into his cock, stiffening him against her.
"I'm for real," she said. "Are you?"
He didn't say anything. She wriggled out of his grasp and took a couple of steps back, wobbling a bit on the heels. Turning, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Would you unzip me, please, Mark?"
He tugged down the zipper of her dress. She leaned forward, easing it off her shoulders and down her body. It fell to her ankles, and she stepped out of it. Under the dress she wore a pink teddy, its front laces undone, with black stockings and bright red shoes. She was sure that she looked good, and his eyes confirmed her suspicions.
"God," he said, staring into the front of her teddy. The undone laces showed tantalizing glimpses of the curves of her tits, and the nipples protruded insistently under the smooth silk.
"Touch them, if you want," she said, taking his hands and placing them on her tits. She forced his fingers downward. "Would you like to see them?"
He nodded, and she slid the straps of the teddy off her shoulders. It fell to her waist, where she caught it, and she confronted him with her tits, bare and tempting.
"Your body is gorgeous," Mark whispered, his eyes alive with lust.
"Now you take something off, she said. "I bet you have a beautiful body, too."
He did. She had to restrain a gulp as he got out of his clothes. His shoulders were broad, his chest smooth and hard-looking, his waist tapering and narrow. He removed his pants, stumbling slightly, but her eyes were on his crotch, not his feet. He wore a pair of tight bikini shorts. The lance-like shaft of his cock was protruding above the lowriding top of the shorts.
His cock was long-not overly thick, but really long-and Nicole eyed him, her mouth watering for the taste of his cock.
She dropped her teddy, leaving her naked except for stockings. Her eyebrows lifted, and Mark yanked down his shorts. His cock jumped out, long and hard and ready for love.
She took it in her fists, sliding them up and down the length of Mark's cock. He was almost long enough that she needed both hands to masturbate him properly. As it was, she could wrap two fists around his cock and there was still a little bit peeking out of her handhold.
Leaning toward him, she pressed her tits-bare now, the nipples hot and stiff-against his chest.
He took her head in his hands and kissed her savagely.
"I don't even know your name," he said, breaking free.
"It's Noelle," she said, lying. What business of his was her name, anyway? The only thing that mattered between them was the swollen, raging prick she clutched in her fists. The only thing.
They moved to the bed. He picked her up like a bridegroom and carried her over, depositing her carefully on the mattress. She looked up at him, stroking her tits and pinching the nipples even harder. They were blood-red with lust, and so were her eyes.
He knelt by the bed, leaning across her where she lay. He started at her mouth and kissed his way down to her stiffened nipples. She moaned in gratification as he took them in his mouth, one after the other. He squeezed her tits together and sucked his way back and forth, munching, biting, licking, feeding the pointy-capped mounds into his mouth for hungry swallows.
One hand, meanwhile, was down between her legs. He slid his fingers up and down the puffy bulge of her cunt, stretching the taut cunt-lips, opening them, then squashing them shut again. She writhed responsively, her hands all over him, urging him to do more.
"You really do want it, don't you?" he said softly. "You're dripping wet!"
His finger moved through the deep pink cleft of her cunt, tickling the aroused opening. She whined and winced as he poked her fuck-hole, and then he plunged into her, his finger buried in hot tight wetness. Her body bucked and trembled as he finger-fucked her pussy and sucked at her aroused tits.
He moved his lips down her belly. He was finding spots she hadn't even guessed were responsive, but which came alive at the touch of his mouth, his tongue. His hand manipulated her cunt in a smooth, knowing fashion, and her juices puddled in his palm.
"Eat my cunt!" she whispered. "Get me hot!"
"Christ, you must have been born hot," he said, his mouth easing into the upper edge of her pussy-bush.
He licked down toward her cunt, opening her cunt-lips until her clit stood out.
"Jesus!" Nicole gasped as he tongued her back and forth, inching slowly toward the rising button of her clit. His finger poked back into her cunt.
She reached down and found his cock. It was as hard and long as before.
She stroked it vigorously while he licked her cunt.
His tongue came down onto her clit, finally, and she almost screamed at the electric-like touch of him, lapping the tingly hard button. His finger was deep inside her cunt, and she squirmed, writhed, and fucked his finger with her ravenous pussy.
"Oh, eat me, eat me!" she moaned from low in her throat. "Eat my fucking pussy!"
He spread the cunt-lips wide and thrust his face up into Nicole's hot horny cunt-gash, his tongue stabbing ahead of him to enter her as deep as he could lick.
He wiggled into her, and his tongue licked her inside out, reaming softly but provocatively around her pussy. She lifted her ass straight off the bed and she came all over his sucking mouth.
She still had a fistful of his prick, and the dryness at the back of her throat told Nicole that it was time to do some sucking of her own.
"Get up on the bed!" she panted. "Let me eat that cock before I die!"
He sidehopped onto the bed with her and she spun around instantly, making for the rigid pole of his prick. She took it in both hands, marveling at the length and stiffness.
He had thighs like granite. She couldn't get over how firm and muscular they were. She didn't know whether to keep on fondling his prick or caress the perfection of his upper legs. His stomach was flat and hard, too, and she stroked her palm across it.
He had little body hair, other than what grew in his armpits and around his proud cock. Nicole slid her hand up his thigh again, and over onto the long pole of his prick, then leaned in to suck him blind.
She extended her tongue and tickled the edges of his cock-knob with it.
He shivered in her grip, and she smiled. Men really loved to have their cocks licked, and Mark was no exception.
"Noelle, baby!"
She'd almost forgotten what name she had given him.
She made her licking a little more aggressive, and he tasted as good as he looked. She coated his cock-knob with saliva.
She traced the bulging shape of his cock straight down to his balls.
She pushed his balls aside and licked the area beneath his sac, down toward his asshole.
"You're a dirty bitch, Noelle," he said, patting her head. "C'mon, lick my ass, too!"
She rolled him over and took a nipping bite of his ass, then spread his asscheeks and slid her tongue up and down the crack.
His shitter was tiny, but it dilated when she pried his asscheeks open, and she smiled at the way it seemed to wink back at her. Leaning down, she flicked it with her tongue, rimming the wrinkly flesh, poking into it as if she meant to fuck him orally in the ass.
"Oh, that hits the spot," he said, but by then she was tonguing her way down to his balls, attacking them from behind.
She reached under Mark and grabbed his cock, stroking it with a growing eagerness while she kept on licking and sucking everything that wasn't nailed down.
She got a mouthful of balls, chirping as she sucked them.
Then he turned over, and she fell on his cock with her hungry mouth, gulping him in and sucking madly up and down his prick-shaft. She couldn't get nearly all of his long cock into her mouth, but she sucked the hell out of all she could swallow, and her saliva ran down the cock-shaft, wetting the entire length of Mark's prick.
She came back up, concentrating on the prick-knob, and she feasted there while her fists stroked and jerked the rest of him. He was reaching for her, and she squirmed around, opening her cunt to his fingers. He speared three fingers up her pussy-hole, fucking Nicole while she sucked his cock. It was pretty clear he liked what he was getting. And he wasn't the only one.
Nicole's face lifted and she said, "Well, dude, are you going to fuck me or not?" He grabbed her by the waist and spread her on the bed. Her legs spread automatically and she reached down to spread her pussy for him. He came down on his knees, between her thighs, and she caught his cock in her other hand, bringing it to bear against her drooling cuntcrack.
She moved his cock-knob in and out of her pussy, teasing herself with the promise of a full insertion till she could hardly stand it.
"Now!" she cried. "Fuck me right now!"
He nodded and thrust, and she got her fingers out of the way just before the power of his thrust would have buried them alongside his prick in her pussy.
"How's this?" he gasped, burying his prick in her ready cunt. His belly slammed against hers, and the sparse hairs he had were in exactly the right position to rub against her clit. She opened her mouth to shriek, but no sounds came out.
Mark was propped above her, supported by his arms and knees. He was stirring her cunt with his long cock, and she tossed her head from side to side, biting her lip and murmuring.
She couldn't remember ever having been penetrated quite so deeply. She couldn't remember ever having been more excited by being penetrated.
"Fuck me, goddamn you!" she growled beneath him, grinding her hips and milking his cock in and out of her churning pussy. "Now! Now, now, now!"
He got the message, and he started to fuck her hard and deep, showing her cunt no mercy with his long prick. It banged to the bottom of her pussy, hitting hard, and she whined like a dog with each stroke. Her feet kicked up into the air. She alternately spread and squeezed her legs, varying the tightness of her cunt around his cock, drawing more and more pleasure from the sensation of being fucked.
Mark gasped, and his prick began to unload inside Nicole.
"Noelle, baby!" he gasped, filling her cunt with his cum.
He fucked into the sticky mess, and it oozed out of her cunt each time he thrust home to give her another squirt. She was moaning and climaxing, her legs wrapped around his thighs and her hands clawing at his chest as she urged him to give her more.
He pulled his cock out of her pussy and crawled up her chest, his dripping prick protruding before him. She took it in her hands, relishing the sticky feel of cum that coated his cock, and she fed it into her mouth, sucking hard.
"Why were you so hesitant?" she asked as they shared a shower, soaping each other. "Were you afraid of me?"
"Noelle, baby," he said, shaking his head, "a guy in my position has to be careful. I can't just fuck anything that looks good while I'm on the road. You're a total doll, sure, but there are some girls around who aren't as neat and clean as you. I'm a married man, and my wife would kill me if I came home with a dose of something nasty."
"You're married?" she said, stiffening. Somehow that changed the whole complexion of things. "Why didn't you say so?"
"Hey, doll, my wife is a long way from here, and what she doesn't know can never hurt her, right?"
Nicole brushed past him, out of the shower.
"That's what I used to think," she said over her shoulder as she picked up her clothes. "But it isn't true at all."
Downstairs, in the lounge, she tossed down a drink. I'm no better than Becky O'Hara, she thought.
A couple of men tried to hit on her, but she wasn't in the mood. She ordered a second drink, took a sip, and a hand brushed her shoulder.
She turned and found herself looking at a pretty, petite blonde woman.
"You wanna make a quick hundred?" the woman asked. "I'm in a bind and I could really use some help."