Here we go again, thought Michelle. It was the second time that day that Ray Benton had caught her up to same mischief. Certainly she hadn't been hired to join the guests in orgies or to spy on them when they made love. Benton had good reason to be angry. Michelle looked sheepish as she spoke.
"I'm awfully sorry, Mr. Benton," she said. "I
know I shouldn't have been doing that, but they did invite me, really."
"I don't care if they sent an engraved invitation," Benton answered. "This hotel has a reputation to keep up, and YOU aren't helping it, Michelle. Jesus Christ, honey, I didn't say you had to stop having fun, I just said to be careful. And here I find you balling Sommers right out in the open. I'm sorry, but it'd be too risky for me to keep you on in this job."
Michelle's face fell, and she struggled not to cry. "Oh, please, Mr. Benton," she begged, "give me one more chance. I promise to be careful. I won't let anyone see what I do."
He sighed deeply. "Sorry, honey," he said, "but I just can't take the chance. You already promised me once that you'd stay out of trouble, and look what happened. Imagine how it'd be if a newspaper got hold of this. We'd be ruined." He shook his head. "No, I'm sorry, Michelle, but you're fired."
He didn't walk away. Instead he studied Michelle carefully and began to take off his tie. Michelle was so upset, she didn't really notice this. All she could think of was how in the world she was going to explain things to Kurt and her parents. She couldn't possibly tell them the truth-that her own kinky sexual behavior had cost her her job. What was she going to do?
"Oh, please," she wept, "you've got to help me, Mr. Benton. I'll wash dishes, anything, but I have to have a job."
"Well, now," said Bent on, discarding his tie and starting to unbutton his shirt, "I just may be able to manage something for you, Michelle, if you're
cooperative."
"Cooperative?" Michelle said. "What do you mean?"
He ginned slightly. "I just mean doing whatever I say, whatever I want you to do. That's easy enough, isn't it?"
"Sure," said Michelle, "but what kind of things do you want me to do?"
"To begin with," Benton said, "finish taking off my shirt."
Michelle stood up at once, her pretty naked tits jiggling, and finished unbuttoning her boss' shirt. Or was he her former boss? She meant to please him, to do whatever he wanted, in order to have some kind of job at this hotel. She drew his shirt off and couldn't help admiring his hard tan chest with its light matting of golden brown hairs.
"That's fine," Benton purred. "Now my shoes and socks?
Michelle was so intent on following orders that she didn't stop, to wonder why the bearded young hotel manager should want to take off his clothes here in the woods. She untied his shoes and helped him to step out of them, then removed his socks. When she stood up again, Benton 's eyes ran hungrily from her gently quivering breasts down to the golden cloud of her bush.
"Now my pants," he said. "Help me get all my clothes off, Michelle." His voice was slightly hoarse with ill-concealed excitement.
Michelle obediently unzipped his pants, drew them down, and helped him step out of them. Then he was wearing nothing but his jockey shorts. He'd said to help remove ALL his clothes, so she
hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pulled the garment down. She felt a little stir of excitement when she saw his pale semi-soft cock with its rosy head, but she reminded herself to stick to business-which was to please her boss.
He put his hand on her shoulder to steady himself as she knelt and helped him step out of his shorts. She started to rise again, but he held her down easily. His breathing seemed to be getting louder and faster. Stuck in her kneeling position, she looked up at him wonderingly and saw that his expression was glazed and slightly grinning.
"Now lick my cock, Michelle," he said.
She blushed hotly as she finally realized what this weird strjp act was all about. She should have guessed. It seemed that every time she was caught doing something naughty, she was "punished" by being forced to have sex. Well, she certainly didn't mind that kind of punishment. Grinning to herself, Michelle slipped her hand under his limp dangling cock and brought it up to her lips.
"That's a good girl," Benton sighed. "Just keep on doing exactly what I tell you, Michelle, and I'll certainly be willing to find you another job."
That was all she needed to hear. With a sigh of relief, Michelle stuck out her little pink tongue and started to lick his warm flaccid prick. She could easily obey his orders, which meant he'd keep his promise to find her another job. She didn't have to worry. She could just relax and enjoy turning him on, giving him a good time, and, incidentally, having a good time herself.
Holding his soft pale cock on the palm of her hand, she tickled slowly up and down the
milky-white blue-veined stalk with the slick tip of her tongue. Benton sighed happily, and Michelle felt the familiar beginnings of lust in her pussy-the moistening of her cunt mouth, the heating and swelling of her pussy lips. Yes, she was going to enjoy this "punishment" a lot.
"Nice, baby, real nice," Benton said huskily, gripping her smooth shoulders. "Just keep on doing that. Yeah, lick my meat real slow and easy…
Michelle found it easy to obey. She liked licking cocks, liked the taste and texture. Only one thing really bothered her now that she'd decided to experience sex before marriage. She wondered if she really ought to marry at all. It wouldn't be fair to Kurt-because she knew now that one man could never satisfy her. But if she didn't marry, what would she do with her life?
Well, she could worry about that some other time. Right now she wanted to concentrate entirely on getting Ray Benton aroused, giving him pleasure and excitement. She'd only lost her virginity a few hours ago, but already she was expert at exciting men. She seemed to have a natural talent for it. She enjoyed her work that was for certain.
"A little faster now, honey," Benton panted. "Do the head of my cock especially."
He'd hardly said it before she obeyed, trailing her wet little tongue swiftly up the soft white stalk of his prick till she reached the dark red head. She rimmed and circled it, running her tongue swiftly around and around the most sensitive part of his cock, the knob-like head. Benton gave a shudder of
pleasure.
"Nice," he sighed. "Just do that all over, will you, baby? Do my balls, too.
That was something she hadn't done before, licking a guy's balls. She'd been so interested in cocks, it hadn't occurred to her-but after all, it was only her first day as a non-virgin. There was a lot she had to learn, and she was eager to learn it. Again she licked rapidly, wetly, down the long pale pole of his cock, tickling right through the golden-brown thatch of his bush.
"Yeah, yeah," Benton gasped, "now my balls." Just as he said it, her little tongue tip touched the rosy soft flesh of his nut sacs, the highly-sensitive fleshy bags that crowded his crotch. She began to tongue them eagerly, making them flop and bounce in a lewd slapping rhythm. She found she enjoyed it just as much as licking his cock. Benton kneaded her shoulders and moaned. "Lick me," he chanted hoarsely, "lick meee!"
Her tongue was wet, scalding, and brisk on his tender nut sacs, and with that kind of stimulus it wasn't long before he got hotly excited. He seemed to want to go on testing her, though, for he kept giving instructions, telling her exactly what he wanted her to do to him.
"Now take my meat in your mouth," he gasped. "Hurry, Michelle, suck my cock."
She was surprised at the sudden change of pace, but she obeyed, trailing her slick little tongue off his spit-soaked balls and licking swiftly upward again, through his curly bush, up the fat soft stalk
of his prick, till she was tonguing the dark red head of his cock. She caught the fat head between her lips and sucked it inside.
'Awwwww, yeah, girl," Benton whined. "Take in as much as you can, honey. Take my dick in your mouth!"
Michelle did her best to p1ease him, sucking strongly on his warm flaccid meat, sucking his whole soft wrinkled prick onto her tongue. His damp rosy balls came to rest against her chin. She started to suck. Benton was breathless, almost not moving except for kneading her shoulders with his sweaty fingers.
"Oh, Jesus," he sighed softly.
Then it happened. Taking her completely by surprise, his cock sprang into life, going suddenly long and hard and thick in her mouth. Michelle felt the soft head becoming a big bard bulb that plunged right into her throat. She felt the stalk of his prick getting -very thick, stretching her lips painfully. She started to choke.
"Keep it in your mouth, Michelle," he warned. She gagged and tried to control her response, holding his suddenly stiff cock in her throat and mouth, enduring the choking sensation. She had the feeling he was putting her to the test for some reason, and she was determined not to fail. Gradually she overcame her fear and allowed him to work his long thick cock even farther into her throat.
"Good girl," he panted, "very good. Now I want you to blow me, Michelle, bring me off. I want you to eat my come. Will you do that?"
Of course there was no way she could answer or even nod her head, not with his huge thick prick impaling her throat, so she responded by sucking hard on his meat. Benton gave a yelp of excitement and then grinned down approvingly as he watched her sucking briskly on his swollen cock.
"That's the way," he sighed. "Yet, that's what I want, baby. Just keep doing it like that till I come. Just suck that meat like it was candy."
Michelle didn't really have much trouble doing that. Now that she'd gotten used to feeling his erect prick in her throat, it didn't bother her at all. It excited her, in fact. She sucked happily away on his deeply-buried prick, feeling his swollen hot balls rubbing her chin.
The only thing she wasn't sure about was eating his come. She'd never done that before, never taken a blow job to its logical conclusion. That was going to be quite a mouthful. She liked the taste of his bubbling cock-juice, though. It was starting to ooze from the great fat head of his prick, dripping onto her taste buds, and she lapped it up and swallowed it eagerly.
But what would it be like when she got the full blast of his jism? She'd just have to find out because she wasn't going to fail this test. No matter what he wanted, she'd do it. She'd fucked up enough today. From now on she was going to do everything just right.
Apparently she was doing okay on the blow job, because Ray Benton was panting, moaning, and clutching her shoulders hard as he got more and more excited. His cock juice dripped heavily onto
her tongue, and he was sweating. His voice was hoarse and excited, and he began to jerk his long hard prick up and down in her tight silky throat.
"Oh, yeah," he chanted, "yeah, ohhhh, Christ. make me come, make me come, baby, suck meee!
She suddenly felt it, the scalding blast of his come in her throat. He whined and shot his load in convulsive hard jerks of his cock, hardly giving her time to rest between gulps. She managed to swallow every bit of his jism, though, and she found she didn't mind doing it. She dug it, in fact. She should have guessed. There seemed to be nothing about sex that she didn't like.
"Awwwww, God," Benton roared, "eat it, honey, eat it. So fuckin' good, Michelle. Awwwww!"
At last he finished coming and went sprawling onto the mossy ground, his wet drained cock slipping from her mouth to splat on his thigh. Only then did Michelle realize that she was left high and dry. That limp wrinkled prick wasn't going to do her any good. She felt a nagging cheated feeling in her pussy, and it wasn't easy for her to hide her disappointment.
But maybe that was part of the test, getting her hotly aroused and then not doing anything about it, seeing how mature she was. Well, it wasn't easy for a hot-blooded young girl like Michelle to endure, but she was determined to show him. She faked a smile and sat down beside him on the grass.
"You did real well, baby," he said, catching his breath at last. "Was that your first blow job?"
"Yes," Michelle admitted. "I guess I'll get better with practice."
Benton chuckled. "Jesus, you were a virgin just a couple hours ago, doll-you've sure made a lot of progress today. Yeah, Michelle, I'd say you were a real quick learner. But now I'm really gonna put you to the test. I want you to get me hard again."
Michelle gawked at him. Even with her limited experience she knew that men had to rest a little between climaxes, that his limp cock wouldn't just spring right up again. This wasn't going to be easy-but again she was determined to prove she could handle the job. She bid her doubts as she snuggled up to the bearded young man and curled her fingers around his limp wet dick.
"You just tell me what you want, Ray," she purred, "and I'll do it."
He grinned at her. "Kid, I've got a feeling you're gonna go a long way. Okay, start by pumping my meat, just like you're doing now. If that doesn't work, we'll try something else."
Michelle dutifully pumped his small soft prick in her fist, while they lay facing each other on the mossy ground. Ray Benton reached out and played idly with her ripe round tits, watching her face all the time. Michelle tried to keep a sexy expression for him. It wasn't hard after he started playing with her tits. She enjoyed that, especially when he rubbed her little pink nipples and got them erect and sensitive.
"How do you feel, Michelle?" he said softly. "Horny?"
She blushed but nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty
horny," she admitted.
He grinned. "Try rubbing my cock between your legs, then," he said. "This pumping isn't doing much for me."
Of course it wasn't doing much for him-he'd just come. Michelle thought of it, but she said nothing, just obeyed. He didn't want to hear any contradictions. Besides it sounded like fun to nab his hot silky prick over her pussy. She was swollen and wet down there, and her need was becoming acute.
She seized his soft cock and eased it gently between her thighs and started rubbing the spongy head back and forth over her swollen needy gash. It felt mildly pleasant, but it wasn't anywhere near as exciting as feeling a hard cock. She hoped the wet heat of her pussy would excite him, help get him hard again.
"Ummmmmm," she murmured.
"Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?" Ray sighed. "But not too exciting. We better try something else, or I'll never get hard. Try going down on me again."
Michelle suppressed a sigh of impatience. She liked giving head, but enough was enough for one day, wasn't it? She'd already sucked his cock and brought him off, and she felt like a gentleman would do something for her now. But Ray made no move to help her out, so she crawled down and nuzzled into his crotch, taking his warm limp cock and feeding it between her lips.
"Yeah, that's better," he sighed. "Take my whole cock in your mouth like you did before, honey. Suck on it Yeah!"
Michelle liked to suck cock as much as any horny young girl, but she had a feeling it wasn't going to do her much good this time. He'd came so recently, she didn't see how he could get hard again soon. Still she sucked his dick, making a loud wet slurping noise to excite him, and prayed that her efforts would pay off.
Ray lay on his back, his eyes shut, a horny grip twisting his face. He looked like he'd be content to lie there for hours while she sucked his cock, content to wait all afternoon for another hard-on. She sucked fast, loudly, strongly, but she felt no answering quiver or throb in his limp little prick.
After awhile he sighed and said, "It's no go, honey. Try licking my balls again."
Michelle wasn't sorry to give her mouth a rest. She let his saliva-soaked prick slip from his lips, and she nosed deeper into his crotch and began teasingly tonguing his soft rosy nut sacs. She could see the small wrinkled mouth of his asshole, and she wondered if he was sensitive there. Why not find out?
So as she busily tongued and lashed his soft empty balls, she also reached between his legs and placed the tip of her little finger on the clenched hot mouth of his asshole. She rimmed it in a light teasing motion, so light that she wondered if he even felt it-until he gave a loud gasp of pleasure and nearly rose off the ground. His face lit up with horny interest as she ran the tip of her finger around and around his tight nether mouth.
"All right," Ray gasped. "Hey, now you're cooking, Michelle. Try sticking your finger up my
ass.
Why not? She'd try anything once. She wriggled the soft tip of her little finger into his asshole and found the passage very tight, hot and gripping. It was snug that she was almost afraid to push any deeper, but he whined and relaxed the little opening as if inviting her to probe farther.
"GO ahead, doll, don't be afraid," he panted. "I want that whole finger. I dig the way it feels."
Michelle shrugged, then pushed. She was willing to do whatever turned him on, so long as he kept his promise and found her another job. She wriggled her finger deeper and deeper into his tight flaming-hot brownie until she could go no further. Ray whined with pleasure as he took the slim stiff digit to the hilt.
"Awwwww, Christ," he moaned, "that's so far out. Now pump it, honey, move your finger in my asshole."
Michelle obeyed, jerking her finger up and down in a cock-like motion, teasing the tight slick passage-and at last she felt some tingling life in his cock and balls. While she used one band to pleasure his asshole, she was using the other to pet his limp prick and nut sacs, so she felt the hot throbbing, the growing heat. Now if only he'd get hard.
"Oh, Jesus, Michelle, don't stop," he moaned.
She went on frigging his bumhole and petting his cock and balls, and he reached out and fumbled for her pussy, sliding his hand over the wet scalding-hot flesh. He tweaked her clit and caressed the fat swollen slick lips of her cunt, and it felt so good, she moaned aloud. She'd never been so horny in her whole life. She creamed helplessly
onto his hand and prayed for his cock to get stiff. At last it happened. She was thrusting her stiff little finger almost savagely in and out of his tight asshole, and she was fisting his limp meat and pumping it urgently-and at last his cock lurched to life in her fingers. She moaned excitedly as she felt it go long and hard and rigid as steel. Ray gave a sigh of relief, too.
"Man," he said, "I thought I'd never get there. But I'm ready now. I'll take care of you, baby. Stay just like you are, okay?"
She was on her hands and knees, so she stayed that way. Ray moved, his hot snug asshole popping off the impalement of her finger. She felt him crawling up behind her, seizing her slim hips to steady himself, poking the big hard head of his cock around in her furiously aroused wet pussy.
"Yes, yes, YES," she chanted, "stick it in me, Ray. Hurry. Oh, God, I want it so much!"
She wasn't ashamed of her words. She saw no reason to deny her hot arousal. Maybe that would get him to hurry. He certainly was taking his time about finding her cunt. She waited breathlessly, and then suddenly she felt it-the huge rock-hard head of his cock thrusting into her ASSHOLE.
"Noooo," Michelle yelped. "Ray, no, you've got the wrong hole!"
He paid no attention, and the next thing she knew, her tight little bumhole was stuffed full of thick hard cock. He shoved his swollen fat prick into her all the way to the hilt, till she thought her untried nether passage would split. She was so shocked, she couldn't scream or even breathe. She just gave a convulsive shudder as she took his
brutal deep penetration.
"This is the final test, baby," he gasped. "Let's see if you're really a trooper. If you can get fucked in the ass and take it like a grown-up, I'll see that you get a really great job. You willing to try?"
"Yes, Ray," she sobbed.
She didn't want that huge cock in her tiny tight whole, but she didn't have much choice. She needed his help in finding work. So she gritted her teeth and just knelt then, letting him work his prick blissfully in her bum hole. Gradually she came to realize that it didn't really hurt-she was just very scared.
But if it didn't hurt, what did she have to worry about? As a matter of fact it was starting to feel pretty exciting, pretty damned good. Michelle relaxed, and in another moment she was moaning with pleasure, clawing the ground, and jerking her ass in time to his strokes.
"Oh, Ray," she wailed, "That feels so good. Yeah, yeah, fuck my ass, darling! Oh, God, YES!"
To her astonishment she started to come. She hadn't known you could come from bum-fucking, but then she had a lot to learn. She was sure Ray would teach her, too. She whined with pleasure as he brought her off again and again, tirelessly working his erect long prick in her gripping brownie. Only after about five minutes did he moan hoarsely and shoot his hot load into her bowels.
"Well, baby," he laughed, "you sure passed the test."
Michelle laughed delightedly. "Did I, Ray?" she said. "That's super. You said something about
getting me a really great job. Did you really mean it? Would it be something at the hotel?"
"Slow down," he laughed, "and let me catch my breath. Yeah, I wasn't shitting you, baby, I'll get you a good job. But it won't be at the hotel. They can only pay you peanuts there. No, I got something much better in mind for you, Michelle. Just listen."