Doreen crept to the front door, carefully looking behind her to see if Tom was really gone. He was, and she gently pushed the door. She was pleasantly surprised and relieved to discover that he had not bothered to lock his door. Presumably that meant that the girl didn't live too far away and that he would return quite soon, so she shut the door behind her, and sat down on the living room sofa.
She kept her fingers between her legs. Her mind was still seeing Tom with that teen. His hard penis was something that she craved now. Thinking of what he did with that girl, and what he could do with her own pussy was driving the itchy feeling in her cunt to maddeningly new heights. She rubbed her cunt over and over, desperately hoping that he would return and see her, and instantly want to fuck her.
She didn't see him come in. Her mind was on her sexual needs, and she was in the midst of sliding a finger into her slit when Tom slammed the front door.
"What the fuck!" he cried, seeing Doreen in his house, uninvited, on his sofa, and plugging up her pussy hole.
"Oh, Tom, I just had to see you," she said, startled that he interrupted her.
"What for?" he asked nastily. "Whaddaya want?"
"I need you, Tom," she said. "Please hold me. I'm sorry for what I said before. You're not queer, I know that now."
There was a long silent pause. Finally, Tom glowered at her. "How do you know?" he asked. "You been spyin' on me?"
"No, Tom, I just…" she was at a loss for words. How else would she know except that she was indeed spying on him.
"Yeah, you was spyin' on me. You watched me. Well, I ain't gonna lie to you. I was fuckin' that piece of ass 'cause I like cunt."
"But what difference does it make if you and I can have sex after marriage?"
"'Cause I didn't intend to fuck you after we was married. I told you, I like young pussy, and you ain't no spring chicken. I don't like no cunt what's more'n twenty."
"But, b-but why did you want to marry me?" she asked, now feeling all alone, now that her whole world seemed to be crumbling in front of her eyes.
Tom was silent. "I'm gonna get me a drink," he announced. "You want a drink?"
"Yes," she replied. "I sure could use one now." He brought out a bottle of scotch and poured two stiff drinks. "Here," he said. "Drink it and go."
"But please tell me," she implored. "Why were you going to marry me if you didn't want to fuck me?"
"Oh, I dunno, I guess it don't look too good nowadays for a guy not to be married. The boss likes to have married men around, 'cause he says they're more stable or somethin'. Anyway, I figgered that you bein' a spinster not wantin' all that sex and wantin' to get married yourself, it would've been okay. You didn't want no husband neither. You wanted to be married so the folks in town'll stop whisperin' about you."
Doreen was shocked. Not so much from the brutality of what Tom had said, but because it was true. She didn't really want to get married. She was tired of everyone calling her a spinster. The trouble was that she had grown to like Tom and wanted to have sex with him.
"But why should that change now?" she asked. "Okay, so we both have other reasons to get married. Why is that changed now?"
"'Cause you fuck around that's why," he said.
"I dunno," he said. "That's why we can't get married now. I'm tired, and I wanna go to sleep."
Doreen felt limp. Her pussy had become so frustrated that she had lost all desire for sex with him. She was oversexed, and had tired herself out wanting to be fucked.
She gathered herself up slowly. It was the second time she was destined not to marry. Maybe that was her fate. Maybe she would remain a spinster the rest of her life.
As she left, her thoughts turned to those two teens she had made her so happy, if for only an instant. Perhaps that was all she could expect out of life. Some people were happy all of the time, and others were happy none of the time. Doreen felt that she was somewhere in the middle. She could be happy for a few brief but glorious moments.
Doreen headed towards home, but as she approached her house, she suddenly felt that she couldn't enter it. She needed a change. She needed to think thing over, and she couldn't do it looking at the same four walls that she had seen for years.
Out of a job, and split with her fiance, Doreen walked down Main Street in search of peace of mind. It was late at night, and she was getting tired. She know she should go home, but she still needed to think thing over. As she turned a corner, wondering what to do, a lane sign seemed to beckon her. "Hotel Parker" flashed on and off in red neon. She would stay in a hotel for the night. She could have a chance to think things over. In the morning she would make up her mind what to do.
The Hotel Parker is a sleazy place, and when she entered, she was greeted by two very dirty old men who leered at her and a desk clerk whose nose was running and who looked as if he had syphilis, with sores all over his mouth. She turned to go.
She couldn't stay in a hell-hole like this. She walked out, and two large gray rats scurried by her as if to accompany her flight.
At least the idea of a hotel appealed to her. There was another hotel in town, a first class reputable hotel. It was expensive, but she needed to treat herself. The Simpson House was the place for her.
"Yes, Madam?" was the query at the front desk.
"A room please."
"Name?"
"Miller. Doreen Miller."
"Just a moment," said the clerk. He consulted a large file at the desk. "I'm sorry, but I don't seem to have a reservation in your name. Could it have been placed in another name?"
"No," she said. "I don't have a reservation."
"Oh I'm terribly sorry," said the man, "but we're all full up for the night. This is the busy season."
"Please!" she exclaimed. "I must have a room. I cannot go home tonight. You must help me! Please!"
"Madam, I would love to rent a room to you, but I cannot. Now if you'll excuse me…"
Doreen hated him at sight. His manner was so haughty and affected, she wanted to spit.
She began to sob quietly. She turned to go, and as she darted to walk out of the hotel, she noticed the bell-hop whispering to the desk clerk and pointing to her.
The desk clerk laughed and poked the bellboy in the ribs. "Madam!" he called out. "Madam, come back please."
Doreen turned. Something was odd about that, but she needed a room. Perhaps he had changed his mind.
"Yes?"
"I'm so sorry," he apologized sweetly, "but I was quite mistaken. Yes, I have a room for you. I over looked it before. How careless of me!"
She signed the register. He handed her a key for room 1002, and she slowly made her way towards the elevators.
She pushed the button for the tenth floor, and got out when the door opened. She unlocked the room and quickly closed the door again.
She checked the number on the key. 1002. She opened the door again. Room 1002 was occupied.
Just at that moment, the bellboy appeared. "This room isn't vacant," she said. "There's been a mistake."
"Ohh, my goodness!" exclaimed the bellboy. "Mr. Smith left his stuff here. He left town for a week, and said we could rent his room out. The hotel was told he would store his belongings. This is the room that we realized was vacant. There are no other rooms tonight."
"You said he wouldn't be back until next week?"
"Yes. A week from Tuesday, to be extct."
"Would you mind if I just slept here one night?" she asked.
"Ohh, I don't think so. Why don't you just lie down on the bed and get some rest. You look tired. I won't tell Mr. Smith that anyone was in his room while his stuff was still here."
"Oh, thank you," she said gratefully. "Here. Here's a dollar for your trouble."
"Thank you," he replied. "No trouble at all. None at all." The bellboy went whistling down the corridor. She looked after him. He was a handsome lad, not more than eighteen or so. Probably was a part-timer here who went to school during the day.
Doreen fell asleep the moment she bit the pillow. She dreamed that she was being fucked by those two teens again, and without realizing it, started to rub her hands against her pussy.
In her sleep, she imagined that the door to the library was slowly opening, and the bellboy was coming in to join Gary and Ronnie in fucking her. She felt the presence of the bellboy against her body, and a sudden movement awakened her. She wasn't sure if she was still dreaming. The bellboy seemed to be in her room, getting into bed with her.
"Ssssh," said the bellboy. "Not a sound." She was half awake and half asleep, but it felt so good when the boy started to touch and fondle her breasts. It didn't matter if she was still dreaming. She loved the way he manipulated and caressed her tits. Her nipples were starting to get hard and erect, and she could feel the boy's penis starting to get hard inside his uniformed pants.
"I want it!" she moaned softly. "I really want it!"
"I know you do," was the reply. "And I'm gonna give it to you." He grinned widely at her. She shook her head. This wasn't a dream. The bellboy was in bed with her, and he was sliding his hand underneath her skirt.
She had been asleep so soundly, that she didn't even bother to get undressed. The boy was massaging her thighs, working his way gradually towards her juicing pussy.
"What're you doing here?" she asked him, wanting to know, but also wanting him to stay.
"Don't ask questions," he replied. "You're in my room and anyone who sleeps in my bed gets what's coming to them."
"Your room? Your bed? What about Mr. Smith?"
"There ain't no Mr. Smith," said the boy with a grin. "I just wanted to get you in my bed."
She was confused, but pleased. She liked him, and now that he was rubbing her cunt hairs, she didn't care where he came from or why he was there. She was enjoying it as he slipped a finger into her hungry pussy hole, and she spread her legs for him to make it easy for him to fuck her.
"Do it harder!" she moaned as he started to slide two fingers up her snatch. "Ohhhhh! I really want it! Please! Fuck me! I need to be fucked tonight!"
The boy took her hand and placed it on his crotch. His prong was thick and throbbing and she greedily went to unzip his fly.
"Rub it nice and hard," he told her. "Make it really stiff. I'm gonna drill a hole right through your fucking body, baby! I'm gonna fuck you hard, baby! Ohhhhhh!"
She unzipped his fly and started to stroke his meat. His penis was already rigid as she pulled it out, and rubbing it only made it throb even more.
His balls seemed larger than any guy's balls she had ever touched. They were not quite as hairy as Gary's nuts, but they were as smooth and silky. She squeezed them, feeling the jism inside.
She pulled the boy's pecker towards her hole. It would feel so good to have a young cock inside her pussy again. She needed it. She felt she needed to have a young cock up her slit every day in order to survive.
"Fuck me!" she panted. "Ohhhhh! Please fuck me! I want it! I need it!"
She could feel a tiny gob of cream at his piss slit when she put her fingertip to his cock head. She switched it around his large rounded cap and felt another droplet of hot cum dripping out.
The boy began to kiss her breasts. He was licking and sucking on her tits, flicking his tongue out at her nipples, making them so hard and erect that he wanted to clamp his teeth down on them and bite them right off.
"Piece fuck me!" she cried. "I want it! Ohhhhh! I want it real bad! Fuck me! Ohhhhhh! Fuck me!"
He was as taunting as Gary had been. He pulled his cock away from her snatch and let her beg for it some more.
"How much do you want it?" he asked her.
"Very much," she moaned, trying to grab for his cock and balls unsuccessfully. "Please fuck me! Please!"
The boy started to push her out of the bed. "Get on the floor and beg for it," he commanded. "C'mon, slut! Beg for my cock!"
She sank down onto the floor and gazed at his pulsating meat. She tried to reach out for it, and by pushed her hand away. "Please let me have your cock," she cried. "I want it! I want to be fucked!"
"Keep begging," he said, teasingly. "Beg for my cock real nice. If you're nice, I'll let you touch it."
"I beg you, let me have your cock! Please! Ohhhh, please! I'll do anything you want, only let me have it! Fuck me! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck me!"
She was crawling towards his meat, which continued to throb up and down in front of her. The juices were forming at the tip of his piss slit, and she flicked her tongue out, at it, hoping to catch one of his pearly drops of semen before it fell to the floor.
"Now push your nose up my balls," he ordered. "C'mon, rub your fucking nose up my balls!"
She pushed her face between his legs, and sniffed him like a dog. She was eager for that meat now, so eager that her hot cunt juices were streaming rapidly out of her snatch. She sniffed and licked his furry nuts, licking off all the sweat from his balls, until she thought she would go mad if she didn't get fucked, and fucked right away.
"Now tongue my balls all over," he ordered. "C'mon, you fucking dog, lick my balls all over. Get 'em nice and hot! Do it, slut! Lick my balls! Lick 'em over and over!"
Doreen's tongue slurped and, sucked the bellboy's juicy balls. She felt that swollen sac between her lips, and she took it into her mouth. Her entire face was buried in hiss crotch, and she got cock hairs in her mouth.
Her saliva was dripping all over his organ. His penis was thoroughly coated with her hot mouth juice as she sucked, and her tongue worked frantically to cover every inch of his dong with her spit.
"Now lick my rod, slut," he ordered. "C'mon, rub your fucking tongue all over my Goddamn tool. Lick it, baby! Suck on my fucking hot prick!"
He started to kick her a she sucked his polo. Her mouth was covering the tip of his dick when he rubbed his foot into her vagina. She moaned with pain and pleasure as he slid a toe into her snatch, feeling her cunt juices leaking all over his foot. He pushed deeper and deeper into her clack, starting to kick her many times as she went wild, slurping on his huge pounding meat.
"Suck it harder, slave!" he ordered her. "Suck it really hard, you slut! Ohhhhhhh! Suck that fucking cock! Ohhhhh! Take it all in! All of it! C'mon, swallow that dick! Eat it, baby! Suck that cock! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
He was pounding her snatch with his foot as she sucked him off. She had never taken a prick into her mouth quite so far before, and when she felt it was going in too far, she tried to release his dick from her throat, but he grabbed hold of her head and forced her to keep it shoved down her throat. She nearly choked on his dick, and the more uncomfortable she felt, the more the bellboy liked it.
"Now you're really feeling a hot cock, baby," he cried as he started to pump his pecker harder and harder into her face. "Now you know what a hard cock is! Suck it, ohhhhhh! Eat that fucking cock! C'mon, suck it harder! Ohhhhhhh! Eat that meat! Ohhhhhh!"
His big toe was completely embedded up her cunt.
He continued to thump it over and over, spreading her hot pussy lips with that toe until several toes slid up her snatch. He kept pressing hard against her cunt walls with his foot, driving her body wild with pleasure as she was being fucked two ways.
Her juices leaked all over the floor, getting her body wet as she lay in a puddle of pussy foam. Her face was swollen with his prong, and he slid back and forth, in and out of her mouth as he rapidly approached climax.
She was moaning and panting for breath. She wanted to be fucked, wanted to feel his hard cock sliding into her pussy, and she tried to release his cock again so that he could fuck her. He refused to let her escape. He was ramming his dick into her face, and she had no choice but to swallow his dick.
"Take it all!" he screamed as he fucked her pussy with his foot. "Suck all of it, baby! Now you're gonna get all of that fucking cock!" he took his balls in his hand and pressed them into her mouth. She was about to gag completely. Her entire face was plugged up with his hot prong, and he pushed both nuts into her mouth and held her head tightly so there would be no escape from his pounding flesh.
"Suck it hard!" he screamed. "Suck it hard, baby! Ohhhhhh! Eat it! Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
He was pounding her frantically now. His thrusting tool we jabbing violently in her face, and he was kicking and stomping her pussy with his foot. Her body was becoming beet red and bruised, and she couldn't free herself from the power of his cock. Her entire body was being fucked.
"Take it! Takeit!" he screamed suddenly.
"Swallow it! Ohhhhhh! I'm coming! Ohhhhhh! Suck that cock! Aiiieeeee! Ohhhhhh! I'm shooting! Suck it! Suck it! Ohhuhhh!"
He smashed his cock so far into her face that the jism just shot down into her belly without even filling up her mouth first. She couldn't swallow the come fast enough. His hot jetting cream spurted out of his prick slit to nearly drown her.
Her knobby clit was being stimulated by his toes. Much of his foot was still jabbed up her cunt, and he pumped his foot harder and faster into her snatch. Her juices streamed out, coating his foot entirely.
Her face was chewing up his cock really hard. She gnawed on his prick head, chomped on his spear, until every last drop of his sperm spilled down her throat. Her tongue sucked hard on his piss slit to gather every drop of cream. He still held her head tightly against his groin, to make sure that she didn't release his dork until there was no more juice to spurt down her throat.
As he pulled his pecker out of her mouth he gave her one more good swift kick in the cunt.
"Take that you fucking whore!" he cried. "Next time I'm really gonna make you suck my dick! What you did was nothing!"
"Please, please do it," she moaned, feeling that she deserved it all. "Do whatever you want with me! Only let me have that cock! I want it again! It's so hard! So big!"
She started to stroke his now-spent penis. There was so much fleshy meat between his legs that she couldn't release it from her grip. She rubbed his balls, aching to feel another shot of juice spurting out of his dong.
"Go to sleep, whore," he snarled. "I'm tired."
"Fuck me, please," she begged. "Ohhhhhh! Fuck me now with that hard meat!"
"Go to sleep," he repeated. "You don't deserve my cock. You ain't good enough for it."
"I know," she whined, "but I want it! I want that cock!"
"No!" he screamed. "Go to sleep!"
She started to climb into the bed with him. She wanted to wrap her arms around the teen. But the boy kicked her violently out of the bed. "Ohhhhh!" she cried as her body landed with a thump on the floor.
"You sleep on the fucking floor," he snarled. "This is my bed, and you don't deserve it. I don't allow no dogs to sleep on my bed." She started to whimper, but the boy rolled over and went to sleep. Doreen was so tired that she fell asleep on the hard cold floor. She knew she deserved it. She had lost her job and her fiance, and now she had lost her dignity.
Doreen Miller slept on the floor that night, dreaming of the teen who hid just humiliated her. It made her get really hot as she slept and she started to fuck herself, pretending that the fingers she had inside her slit were the cock of that young and violent bellboy. She didn't mind sleeping on the floor now. The pleasure of his young and hard cook made it seem worthwhile.