Within twenty minutes Shelby was tapping at the door of Charlie Tate's office. She'd just had time to rush up to the bridal suite, clean up and dress. Thankfully, Leo was still sleeping. Without disturbing him, she slipped back downstairs. She had to try to set things right with the hotel manager. Her marriage was at stake.
The scene at the sauna had been over quickly. Mr. Tate didn't rant and rave. He didn't tell young Rick that he was fired. He just stood there quietly staring at them for maybe thirty seconds. Then he closed the sauna door and left. Rick had cursed her, calling her a cockteasing troublemaker. The two of them had quickly gone their separate ways.
Now she was about to see Mr. Tate on her own, and she didn't like the idea one bit. She felt like she was back in high school and was about to see the principal. She was nervous and shy. But it couldn't be avoided. She had to see the guy before he could tell Leo what he'd seen. It was her only chance.
She knocked on the office door again, and when there was still no answer she opened it and went inside. She had a feeling he was in there and she was right. He was sitting behind his desk, scribbling on a note pad. He didn't seem surprised to see her. He glanced up at her and went on writing.
"Mr. Tate. I have to see you. About what you saw downstairs a while back," she muttered. "I have to explain."
"What's to explain?" he sneered. "It was pretty obvious what was going on. You were fucking one of my employees. I'm surprised you're not busy looking for someone else to lead astray. How about one of my cooks? Or one of the janitorial staff? There must be someone else you can throw yourself at."
Shelby stood in front of his desk with her hands folded primly in her lap. This wasn't going to be easy. That much was clear. She wondered how to begin. He wasn't making it any simpler by ignoring her and writing on his damn sheet of paper.
"Are you going to fire him? Are you going to fire Rick for what I did with him?" she said.
"Probably. I can't have my employees acting that way with hotel guests. But in any case it's none of your business. I'll do what I see fit."
He stopped writing and, looked at her properly for the first time. There was kind of a sad look in his eyes, as if she were a daughter that had disappointed him in some way. He put down his pen and leaned forward on his elbows. His eyes traveled down her gorgeous young body and then back up again.
"However did you get poor Leo to marry you?" he said at last. "What did you do to get him to share his life with you?"
"I didn't have to do anything. He just liked what he saw," she snapped. "I happen to be pretty fucking attractive, in case you hadn't noticed. And I see that you have."
For a second she caught him off guard, and he looked away in embarrassment. He fumbled with his pen some more and then sat back in his chair, trying to look stern. She took a step closer to the desk, determined to press her advantage.
"There are thousands of guys out there, young guys, middle-aged guys, old guys, and most of them would like nothing better than to fuck someone as young and sexy and beautiful as I am. Leo was just more honest about it than most. He wanted to marry me first."
"Poor Leo," he sighed.
"I think you're just jealous. I've seen the way you look at me. You're just like all the rest. You'd like nothing better than to poke me. You'd just never admit it."
"You're nothing but a teenaged slut. Why should I want to do anything with you? My only concern is Leo, and what my poor old friend has gotten himself into."
"Oh yeah? And so if I offered myself to you, you'd turn me down?"
"Of course, you conceited little bitch."
Shelby was on familiar ground at last. Quite calmly, she undid her dress and stepped out of it. She stood there in front of him wearing nothing but a black lace garter belt, matching stockings, and a black quarter-cup bra. She wore no panties, and her freshly fucked cunt was on full display.
"There, Mr. Hotshot Hotel Manager. Tell me you don't want a piece of that. Tell me you don't want to shove your cock into this sweet piece of teenaged ass."
She placed her hands on her hips and grinned at him. All the color had drained from his face. He gazed at her as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. His mouth opened and then closed. He seemed to be trying to speak but no words came.
"What's the matter?" she teased. "You never seen teenaged cunt up close before? It's a little messy, I have to admit. Rick really blasted a huge load of cum up there. But it's still very sweet-tasting."
She actually spread her legs and peeled the lips of her cunt open with her fingers. The pink skin was already puffy and glistening. Now a thick glob of silvery goo rolled down and hung from her crotch like elastic. It was Rick's spunk, still oozing down from deep inside her.
"You're out of your mind," he gasped, his mouth finally forming words. "Too much sex has made you crazy. I'm going to call security. I'll have you thrown out of here."
He didn't move a muscle. He just sat there gaping at her oozing cunt, and at her big tits spilling over the top of her quarter-cup bra. He seemed dazed, as it he'd just been hit with something heavy and hard.
"I tell you what I'll do," she went on, easing round the desk toward him. "All you have to do is promise not to tell Leo what you saw this morning, and I'll let you poke your cock wherever you like. What do you say?"
"You're crazy. You're out of your mind," he muttered, staring at her through his tinted eyes.
"Maybe you won't want to fuck my cunt so soon after Rick filled it full of cum. But there are other places for a naughty man to shove his cock, if he has imagination. Do you think my cunt's too mussy?"
She was close enough to take his hand now, and she placed it squarely on her oozing cunt, pressing his fingers up the length of her slit. She felt a quiver go through him, but he didn't pull his hand away. Not even when a gob of slime slid into his palm. She poked one of his fingers directly inside her.
"What do you think, hhhmmm?" she purred. "Shelby's pussy too gooey to fuck right now? Can you think of any other place you'd like to put your naughty cock?"
Charlie was in a kind of trance. Again his mouth was moving but no words came. He made no movie to resist as Shelby reached down and unzipped his fly. He let her open up his pants and haul his half-hard cock from his shorts. His hand was still firmly lodged in her crotch. He was squirming his finger about up her cunt, as if trying to determine just how much cum young Rick really had shot off up there.
"See, you're more than half hard already," she scolded, squeezing his cock. "And here you are pretending to be angry with me. It's just like I said. You want to poke me just as much as anyone. You just won't admit it."
She moved closer to him and shucked his cock up and down in her fist. It grew rapidly in her fingers. She was leaning low over him, and one of her big tits grazed his cheek. Her nipple edged closer and closer to his mouth.
"Suck my tit," she said softly. "Take a nibble of my tit while you're thinking about how to fuck me."
She eased her tit even closer, and his mouth opened automatically. Her nipple slipped between his lips and he began to suck, gnawing on the brown nub gently. It was funny, Shelby thought, but five minutes ago he had been all business. He was the stem hotel manager with discipline to hand out. Now he was sucking on her tit like a helpless little boy. Sex was some weapon all right.
"That's nice. Suck it like that," she cooed, still playing with his cock. "Isn't it a nice tit to suck?"
"Mmmnnn," Charlie moaned.
"How'd you like to fuck my tits?" she went on. "Would you like that, or do you want to shove your cock someplace else?"
Charlie didn't answer. He was too busy sucking her nipple and digging his finger about up her cunt. But he was listening to her. Her words were exciting him, she could tell. His cock was fully erect in her fist now. It jutted up nine inches through her fingers.
"You can fuck my mouth if you like," Shelby purred. "You can shoot your load into my throat or all over my face. Have you ever done that to a pretty teenaged girl before? Have you ever spurted your hot gooey cum all over her face?"
Charlie groaned. And now he pulled his finger from her cunt and his mouth off her tit. He gasped in air, like a man drowning. His eyes rolled about in his head. He tried to grab her wrist, tried to force her hand off his straining cock. But her grip was too strong. And maybe he didn't want to remove her hand that badly. He sank back helplessly in his chair.
"This is crazy. This can't be happening," he wailed.
"But it is, Charlie dear," she cooed. "You're half undressed in your office with the teenaged girl you like to call a slut. You're getting it on with the sweet young bride of your dear old friend Leo."
Again he groaned. He made another halfhearted attempt to pull her hand off his cock. But then she was on her knees between his legs. Her lips had slipped down over the head of his prick and four or five inches of cock were in her mouth. She sucked up and down rapidly.
He gazed at the top of her head as if he were watching all this in a movie.
"Crazy. Fucking crazy," he mumbled. He gripped the arms of his chair till his knuckles grew white.
Shelby was in complete control of the situation. She blew him with expert tugs of her mouth. She watched him the whole time, trying to judge just how long to suck him. Before she went much farther she wanted some kind of promise from him. Not that he could do much to her now. But she did want to know where she stood.
"You won't say anything to Leo, will you?" she panted, pulling her mouth off his cock. "You'll forget you saw anything in the sauna this morning?"
"Oh fuck. How can I say anything?" he moaned. "You've got me by the balls, you horny little slut. You've got me by the fucking balls!"
"And you won't fire Rick either? You'll let him keep his job?"
"Oh fuck. If he wants it. Yes. Anything. Just suck my cock some more. Your mouth is so amazing."
She grinned and pushed his cock back between her lips. Her head resumed its up and down motions. But she still watched him closely. She wanted to know just how close he was to cumming. After another minute of solid sucking, she drew her mouth off him yet again. He was beginning to tremble in his chair.
"Fuck my face," she said matter-of-factly. "Squat over my face and jam your big cock down my throat. See if you can get the whole thing into my gullet."
He sat there staring at her as if he hadn't understood a word. He watched her climb up from between his legs and shove the papers on his desk to one side. She made a space for herself there and then climbed up, still wearing her lewd underwear. He gaped at her in amazement, his hard-on jutting up from his lap.
"Come on, Charlie baby, what are you waiting for?" she urged. "Have you never fucked a girl in the mouth before? Shape up."
She was laying down on her back on top of the desk, with her head toward him. She spread her arms and her legs out on either side, bracing herself. Her head tilted over the edge and her bright blonde hair streamed down to the carpet. She was looking upside-down at him.
"I won't tell you again, Charlie baby," she grumbled. "Get up here now and fuck my face. Ram your big hard-on down my throat and mouth-fuck me. I'm really ready for this."
"What a dirty little slut you are," he muttered. "You're the dirtiest little whore I've ever met."
Shelby grinned at him from her upside-down position. She watched him struggle up from his chair, his big cock swinging up and down. Her arms reached over, and as he came in close she gripped the backs of his thighs. She drew him to her, opened her mouth wide.
"Stick it in there deep, Charlie boy," she encouraged. "I want to get a nice deep-throat job. Plow your cock as far as it'll go in my mouth!"
He grabbed hold of his prick and bent it down toward her upturned mouth. His other hand cradled the back of her neck and helped support her. But he didn't jam his cockhead between her lips right away. Instead, he started pressing the purple crown into her face and rubbing it around. He poked her cheek, her nose, her forehead, with the tip of his cock.
"Yes! Do that first, you dirty bastard!" she hissed, her voice full of excitement. "Rub your big greasy hard-on all over my face! Smear your cock-juice everywhere!"
His prick really was oozing a lot of juice. It seeped from the piss-slit in a clear gel, and as he moved his cock it smudged off onto her skin, leaving it sticky. Trails of slime appeared across both her cheeks, up alongside her nose, and over her forehead. One fat pearl caught on her eyelash and hung there.
"You're just as ditty as I am!" Shelby giggled, gazing up at his hairy balls. "You're just as fucking kinky as I am! You love to do dirty stuff to pretty teenaged girls, don't you? I bet it's a special thrill knowing that I'm married to an old friend of yours!"
Charlie said nothing. He went right on smearing pre-cum across her face, daubing her everywhere. He pressed his cock harder and harder into her skin. The shaft began to bend this way and that. He was groaning deep in his throat. He sounded as though he had no control over what he was doing.
"Dirty bastard! Dirty, kinky old bastard!" Shelby gloated. "You're just as bad as I…"
He cut her off by shoving his cock into her mouth. He plowed the head and four solid inches of cockmeat into her face, paused for a split second, then shoved in more. Soon Shelby was gulping on nearly eight inches of solid cock. Her lips were stretched grossly around the lower part of the shaft.
"Mmmmmm! Nmmmm!" she wailed, her fingers digging into the backs of his thighs. It was hard to tell if she was pleased or pissed off by what he had done.
"You want to have your face fucked. Okay, I'll fuck your face," he grunted. "Feel it go deep! Feel my cock go deep into your fucking throat!"
He began to hump back and forth, plowing his prick in and out of her mouth. He let go of her neck and reached down with both hands till he was cupping her tits. He shoved the crazy quarter-cup bra put of the way and mauled her tits with his fingers. He tweaked the nipples and made them jut up even farther off their areolas.
"You're just a two-timing bitch. A cock-crazy little whore," he sneered. "You shouldn't be married to Leo. You should be fucking and sucking for a living. You'd make a fortune. Fuck, what a slut you are!"
His strokes became faster. He was jamming his cock in and out of her mouth so fast he was snapping her head back again and again. All nine inches of prick were sliding between her lips. He was burying his cock to the balls in her face. His leathery nut-sac kept slapping against her nose. His pubic hair tickled her chin.
"You dress like a whore. You walk like a shore. You are a fucking whore," he went on, still mauling her tits. "You'll never get enough cock, will you?"
There was no way Shelby could answer. Her mouth was clogged with cock. Her neck was being snapped back again and again. She clung to the backs of his thighs and gazed up at his twitching balls. She could feel the head of his cock plowing deep into her gullet. It felt as though it were going as far as her chest.
"You want me to cum down your throat, bitch?" he gasped. "You want me to spurt hot cum all over your gullet? Or do you really want me to cum in your face?"
Shelby gurgled. It was impassible to tell what she wanted. He didn't care anyway. He rammed his cock back and forth in her mouth, stretching her lips every which way. Then he was bucking wildly, gushing out wad after wad of cum into her throat. He spurted deep in her gullet, pulled back, spewed a thick blast onto her tongue. His prick was spraying out quarts of thick jizz.
"Spurting down your throat, slut! Feel it gush into your mouth!" he howled. "And here's some in your face for good measure. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
He drew back till his cock slipped from her lips altogether. He gripped the shaft with one hand, tilted tip her head with the other. He began to shoot thick jets of silver cum directly onto Shelby's upturned face. The goo slopped down onto her nose and forehead, onto her cheeks and into her eyes. Spunk was already drooling from her mouth in elastic strands.
She was gagging. She coughed and spluttered, spitting up streams of silvery cum. Bubbles of white formed at her nostrils as she snorted out the jizz. And still he spurted jets of it all over her face, drenching her, disfiguring her face with jism.
"Such a sleazy fucking bitch!" he moaned. "What a hot two-timing cunt!"
He jerked his cock and spurted out two final jets of spunk. They landed on either side of her mouth and drooled along her cheeks toward her eyes, like two tears heading in the wrong direction. Then he stuffed his cock back between her lips and fucked her mouth some more, giving her what she asked for.