And there I was in his office, standing in front of his desk. All my lust had left me and although I knew he had been aroused when he had found me masturbating, I wasn't certain what he might do now. The thought that he might fire me made my usual high spirits quite low. I liked my job and all the things that went with it and if I was fired for spying on the guests I was never going to get another job at another hotel in my whole life.
Standing before him I thought about the things Sue and I had just recently found out about each other. I thought about the things we could still do with one another if he only had a heart and didn't sack me. Actually I should say: “If he only had a hard-(on).” And this is what I was hoping for. Maybe he wanted to have some fun with me himself, after he had watched me jack-off. If that was the case… But he looked so severe and upright behind his desk.
“Do sit down on that couch over there, if you please, Miss… er…!”
Sitting down, I told him my name.
“Well now, Mitzy, what kind of place do you think we are running here? This happens to be one of the best hotels in town. Some people are kind enough to assure us it is the best. We have a more than excellent reputation. You were very lucky to get a job here, especially since this is your first job and we can't have young, inexperienced girls like you turning this place into a sort of brothel. You violated one of the first rules in the hotel business by spying on the guests. People expect some privacy for the prices they have to pay here and all of us here are to do our best to give it to them. Now: you were spying on two newlywed people and without a doubt they must have been doing something so exciting that you lost control over yourself, but that is quite beside the point. You just can't go into the guests' rooms and look at their sex life thinking you might as well have a little sex yourself. Not even if it is self-inflicted. You could have gone up to your room and done there whatever you felt you needed to do. Now you tell me everything that happened to make you lose your self-control, not forgetting a single item, and I will see if there is any excuse for your scandalous misbehavior. Because I know you were misbehaving, for I clearly saw you finger yourself and that's not exactly the right way to behave in other people's bathrooms. Especially when the people who have paid for these rooms are in their bedroom, enjoying their honeymoon.”
I started to tell him everything I had seen, forgetting however to explain why I was up on that floor at that particular hour of the night. I paid very much attention to the details in my story, hoping this would turn him on, so he couldn't be too severe on me afterwards. Going over the lascivious scenes I had watched not too long ago once more made me feel all excited again.
I shifted myself uneasily on the couch and involuntarily I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together. Doing this resulted in making my cunt itchy and starting the juices to flow. I kept this up for some time but realized I couldn't go on doing it. I would be coming right under his eyes. And I just didn't want to do this right now. I could see he was getting interested in me now and if I worked hard enough on it I was sure I could turn his interest into something more substantial. I noticed from the look in his eyes he was just as interested in sex, yes, maybe even more obsessed by it, than I was myself. So let him get interested some more I thought, as I was getting hungry for his cock.
I uncrossed and opened my legs to give my pussy some air. It was burning so much. My dress crept up over my knees, but I didn't bother to bring it down again. My boss was looking at my legs intently now and I didn't want to distract his attention from my person. I wanted to make him pay more attention, because my story was almost coming to an end. He had fixed his eyes to my black, nylon-clad legs and a look of lust had replaced his former grimness. His hands had disappeared under his desk and I was sure he was playing with his cock. Things were certainly turning to my advantage.
When I had finished my story he looked away from my legs and came from behind his desk. His fly was closed but in his trousers his rock-hard prick clearly showed itself. So he was excited again and I was certain now that I could lure him into lovemaking. Afterwards, he could hardly sack me… could he?
He went over to a chair directly opposite the couch I was sitting on, or I really should say, the couch where I was half lying.
“After hearing your story I can fully understand your excitement, Mitzy. I think I can hardly do anything else than pardon your conduct. Due to the circumstances it wasn't too scandalous after all. Tell me, do you feel randy again after reliving your story?”
Now that I had him where I wanted I decided not to be too hesitant about my words and expressions.
“Oh yes sir,” I told him. “I'm dripping wet between my legs and I think I know what I want. If you don't mind I think I'll go up to my room now and give my cunt a quick rub. Yes, I think I have to masturbate again.”
“Wouldn't you prefer to get a dick shoved up that hot pussy of yours?” he said, opening his fly.
His tremendous hard-on popped out of his trousers as if it was spring-loaded. The foreskin still covered the huge head of his cock, but reaching out with an eager hand, I soon brought a change in this situation. Clasping my hand tightly around the fat stem I pulled the loose skin back. It was certainly a fine cock he had, not so much of a whopper as the one I had seen not too long ago in the bridal suite, but it was well proportioned in length and circumference.
Bending over he raised the hem of my dress and my dripping slit came within easy reach of his hand. Delightfully caressing the outer cunt lips for a while, he then stood up from his chair and laid himself beside me on the couch. There wasn't too much room on the couch, but I still managed to masturbate him to his liking. Slowly and caressingly I jacked him off while he stuck a finger deep in my cunt.
Since I love to be frigged till a spend before I'm fucked I let him do as he wanted, and besides, he also seemed to love a mutual masturbation and I wouldn't mind to see his spunk fly from his prick, brought forth by my hand. Both of us were extremely randy and it didn't take us too long to start our combined love calls.
“Go on… go on…” I urged him to frig me faster. “Frig my cunt, you darling man… masturbate me… make my pussy come… let my spunk flow… I need it… I need it. Make me cream… jack me… wank… frig… suck my tits…!”
This last I could easily say because he had opened the top of my dress and was fumbling with my breasts. The nipples had hardened and I wanted them to be sucked into his mouth. I wanted him to pull at them with his teeth… make them hurt… delightfully torture me! He did as I had asked him to do and I doubled the speed of my hand on his cock, making him groan in lust and maybe also in pain for I was treating his dong rather roughly.
“Come on, you little bitch, jack me off… masturbate me… my prick is almost bursting… I want to shoot my sperm over your hand… it's almost coming… bursting from my cock… Oh my God… you do it so nicely… tickle my balls with your other hand… yes, that's it… knead them… wring the spunk from them… to the last drop… pinch my bag… scratch it… I'm almost there… at the top of the rainbow… I'm coming… coooooming… cooooo…”
“So am I, my darling… I'm also creaming… don't you feel my cunt-juice over your fingers… oh, I'm so fucking wet… so fucking wet… it's dripping from my cunt… so much of it… so much of it… frig me… faster. I'm there… creaming… creaming… spunking… oooooooohhhhh…!”
It was a rather wet mess on the couch after this, our spunk mingling on the leather as it dipped from my slit and from his slackening prick.
He rolled from the couch and seated himself on the floor beside it. Leaning his head against my bent knee, he took a little rest. I had my eyes closed, gathering some strength for another round of lovemaking. He still had to fuck me, for that is what he wanted to do in the first place.
After some time I decided to take matters in hand again. His matter, that is, and see whether I could bring it back to life again.
Raising myself from the couch I laid myself between his opened legs and made him rest his head against the couch. Beginning my action, I first of all wanted him to take off his pants. For what I wanted to do a man can hardly keep his pants on. He helped me get rid of them and I soon could work on his prick and balls without being bothered by his clothes. Like I already said, I was lying in between his legs and I took his shrunken balls in my hands and started to play with them. This soon had the desired result and they became hard and rounded again. Now I slid myself down a bit further, and bringing my mouth to his balls I let my pointed tongue go lightly over the wrinkly skin. I let my tongue wander all around his scrotum and his prick was trying its best to raise its tired head. Transforming my mouth to this part of his anatomy I licked the limp length of it as well as the shrunken gland. More blood was being pumped into this spongy organ and it grew rapidly to size. That is, to the size and shape I like it to be. It was not going fast enough to my liking, and taking the head in my mouth I sucked it, rolling the glans around in my mouth. Now it really started to swell and soon it was hard and ready for fucking. And not too late at that. I was so damn randy again I couldn't stop myself from fingering my twat. He must have noticed this from the eager wriggling of my body, for he opened his eyes. During the ministrations of my tongue he had kept them closed, and watched my fingers flying in and out of my cunt.
“Wait a minute, my dear,” he said, “let me do you properly this time. Let me ream you with my prick… Let me ram it home… There where you obviously want it to be rammed…”
He liberated himself from my sucking mouth with some reluctance and went down on his knees between my wide-spread legs. Taking his prick in one hand he pointed it at my wet slit while opening my cunt with his other hand. Instead of prying the lips apart with the tip of his dong he obviously wanted to ram it in in one stroke, so he needed to open it in order to accommodate me. Moving forward, he rammed it in to the hilt in one mighty stroke and immediately he went on in a nice clean fuck. With certain, even strokes he reamed my cunt. Filling it to the brim when he moved forward, almost withdrawing completely when he pulled back. He wasn't of the rabbit-style fuckers so he really went at it with nice long strokes, taking his time and thus prolonging his as well as my pleasure.
Occasionally, when a strong wave of lust raged through my body I would have loved him to quicken his pace, but all together it was a very nice experience after our frantic mutual masturbation of not too long ago. His slow way of fucking (together with our previous spend), was going to make us rather long in coming, and I really settled down to enjoy it as much as possible. As you know, up till now I didn't have very much experience in straight fucking. In Lesbianism and other perverted pastimes, yes, but straight fucking wasn't my field so far. And if I also had to learn something about this, I might as well start right now with this nice boss of mine.
Well there is nothing perverted and terribly exciting about his way of fucking, I thought, but what he is doing he does terribly well and I don't think he will fire me after all this. And I must confess he really digs his whopper to the bottom of my cunt… and I love him doing it this way… it's so nice and relaxed after our first bout… he goes so far… he makes me all itchy and hungry for coming… oh, yes… I love it… love… it…
I must have uttered my last thoughts aloud for he looked me into my eyes and answered me.
“I like it just as much as you do, dear Mitzy,” he said. “It's just as good as the first time for me… your slit is so delightfully wet… it's as if your cunt lips are sucking me… you're still so tight… I'm still far from coming… but when I do I will come a bucket full… let's take this one nice and easy… I can hold out as long as I want… I want to come together with you, darling… so when you want to come… please do so… when I feel you spunking over my prick… I will spurt my load up your cunt… Filling you with it… your lovely, wet… cunt…”
Heaving myself up and down I met every one of his strokes and I felt myself getting very close to coming.
Oh, just a little bit longer, I thought. Just a little bit longer. It's so damn nice… so damn nice… I love what he is doing to me… I hope we are going to do this some more in the future… as well as other things… there are so many things we can do… so many delightful and lewd things… I want to suck his cock…make him come in my mouth… I love sperm… when it spurts in my mouth… a throbbing dick in my mouth… my lips are around the burning head… spunking… creaming… lukewarm… in my mouth. My mind was reeling and I didn't know what to do or say anymore. I just groaned and moaned, throwing my head from left to right and bucking on the floor like a woman possessed by whatever it can be possessing you. In my case I was possessed by randy, horny lust and nothing else. I was on the verge of coming at this time and I cried out in passion:
“Fuck me harder, you darling fucker… fuck me harder… ram your prick… your fucking prick… make me come… give me your spunk… cream with me… Fill my slit with your spunk… your slimy sticky spunk… I'm coming… coooming… ooooh… spunk… prick… fuck… I'm coooom-ing…”
He didn't control himself any longer, and in long jets the lukewarm, sticky spunk flooded my hot slit. On my cunt and clit, it was like water on an overheated engine. It was so nice and soothing I hoped he would never stop spunking. My juices mingling with his were too much for my cunt to hold and the glutenous love-juices we both offered dripped, no, burst, from my hot-box. His rock-hard prick was wet with it and some of it dripped down my ass, wetting the floor under us.
We were fully exhausted after this bout of straight fucking and we had to rest for some time. At least I had to rest, or actually I rested. I was out. Completely. I had fainted!
When I came to my senses after some time, he wasn't on the floor beside me any longer. I looked around the room and saw him standing at a cabinet, pouring himself a drink. During our fuck he had left his shirt on but now he was completely naked. Our lovemaking must have been a little rough on his shirt. At least that was what I presumed. I raised myself, and straightening my dress I was ready to go back to work again. Turning around, he looked at me and held me back.
“Won't you have a drink, Mitzy?”
I was nearly dying from thirst so I didn't refuse this offer. He handed me a nice ice-cold drink, and with a sigh of relief I took a sip.
“Oh, that's lovely,” I said. “Just what I needed, thank you.”
“You don't have to go back to work, Mitzy. Why don't you stay a little longer? We might be able to enjoy each other some more. Or are you too tired to keep me company?”
“Oh no. I'm tired all right, but not too tired and if you want me to stay it's fine by me, sir.”
“Please do call me Jim when we are together. So, that's settled then. Have you finished your drink yet? Yes, you have. Let me make you another one. Was there enough ice in the first one?”
“It was just fine, Jim. We did each other a lot of good, didn't we? I hope you are able to give me some more of that prick of yours.”
“Not right now, Mitzy, but you would be surprised what we can do after some time and after the right treatment.”
“I will certainly be surprised, Jim. You gave me so much already. But if you have to give some more of the same I will gladly receive it. Anyplace you want to put it, I might say.”
“You must meet my wife one day, Mitzy. Oh yes, I see you looking surprised now but yes, I'm married and have been for quite some time, but my wife and I have long ago successfully abandoned all traces of jealousy from our marriage. We satisfy each other's sexual desires, and at the same time she has her friends, male and female, and I have mine. We're both very happy with this arrangement and there is never a hard word between us.”
“Is she a girl lover as well, Jim? You know, I also like to make love to a girl. In fact, I find it just as pleasant as making love with a man. Oh, I'd love to meet her and I'm glad you asked me to.”
“I thought as much, Mitzy, and that is the reason I asked you to meet her. You look exactly like the kind of girl she usually takes to and she always loves me to bring her another girl friend. You know she lets me watch her making love to the girl she has taken a fancy to, and providing this girl also likes it straight I take part in their antics.”
“Well you know I like it straight as well, and as far as people watching me when I make love, I have no objection whatsoever. So there won't be any problem as far as that is concerned. Tell me, what does she look like?”
“She is quite good looking; in fact, I should call her beautiful, even after all the years we have been married. Her hair is raven black. Her breasts are rather heavy and have that slight drooping appearance you expect in tits that size, without being flabby, mind you. The nipples crowning her boobs are long and she just loves them to be sucked. Her tummy is delightfully rounded without being fat and the cunt hairs grow almost up to her navel. Her slit, and she is rather big there as well, is a delightfully mysterious cavern of pleasures. And when she comes she comes like a man, with thick, glutenous spunk. Her legs, long and perfectly shaped, although a bit on the heavy side, are deliciously round and there is nothing better than being clasped around the hips with them. And her face. You should see her lips! They are perfectly shaped for clasping around a cock-or a dripping pussy. Her tongue is as long as a cat's and does wonders on a prick or a dilating slit. Her girl friends go quite lyrical about her tongue when they tell me how she sticks it between their cunt lips and starts titillating their clits. Her eyes have a fire of their own and when she creams, balls of fire seem to explode in them.”
“You are making me quite hungry for her, Jim. I'm really looking forward to meeting her. I hope it will be soon.”
“And so will she, Mitzy, when I tell her about you. Wait till she goes down on you… Sucks you off… licks your cunt… sucks your nipples… You are going to scream when she does that… and I will join you… probably by fucking her dog-fashion when she is busy with her mouth on your twat… Or I will fuck you when you are doing a little muff-diving on her… She loves to be sucked… you wait and see…”
As he mentioned her sucking my tits I had opened my dress and taken out my tits. Playing with the nipples soon brought them to a state of erection. Shuddering in delight under my own able hands, I looked at him and my eyes were getting quite misty when my lust slowly rose to a feverish height.
“You are very lovely the way you sit there, but you would be even lovelier if you took off your dress. Please, darling, take it off and let me contemplate you in the nude… Nobody can come in here and we have all the time in the world to enjoy ourselves…”
I quickly undressed and without wearing anything under my dress, I was soon completely nude with the exception of my garter belt and black nylon stockings. I also kept my high-heeled shoes on. I knew from other experiences I was quite a sight this way. These days I hardly ever bother to wear panties or a bra. First of all, I don't need a bra and panties are too bothersome when the fancy takes me and I want to give myself a quick rub. And this happens on not quite as few occasions as you might think it would.
It takes very little to arouse me when I just have to have it. There is always a toilet available somewhere, that's another nice thing about a hotel, and I quickly hide myself there and frig myself till I spend, sometimes even under the pretense of cleaning the bathroom while the people occupying the room are in there. Doing it under these circumstances almost always gives it an extra thrill. I have the feeling I'm right under their noses, frigging myself. Basically, I'm a born wanker, I think, although I also like all the other things concerning sex.
Sitting in the chair opposite Jim, his eyes on me, I was getting obscenely excited again. I felt very lewd and I once more was dripping wet.
“You are looking extremely lovely, Mitzy. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed watching you when you stood there frigging yourself, watching those lewd bastards in their filthy act. I can almost imagine what you look like frigging yourself in front of a full length mirror. You do have one in your room, don't you? I'm sure you're making good use of it… I would love to see you going through your frigging again… It's such a lovely, randy sight… I know you like me watching you when you do it…”
“You're damn right I love you watching me wanking and if that is what you want I'm going to give you this show… It's just as much a pleasure for me as it is for you… Especially when it makes you horny again… Making you jack off together with me… It's so dirty… so good…”
I opened my legs, my pussy opening like a flower. My garter belt stretched obscenely and I brought my hand to my cunt. The sight I offered brought a moan of pleasure from Jim, who clasped his hand around his prick and shook it to bring it to erection again. Poking two fingers in my sopping slit brought another moan from Jim and his cock quickly rose to its full length. Keeping my eyes fixed on his now rock-hard prick, masterly masturbated by him, I began to jack off.
For some time we were too absorbed in our “work” to speak. We just masturbated in the same rhythm, looking at each other and taking our pleasure in it.
A man is beautiful to behold when he is frigging his prick. The thing seems to have a life all of its own and the mauve head delightfully comes and goes between his fingers. Occasionally a drop of pre-fuck appeared on his cock and, spreading itself over the length of his throbbing dick, it made his cock delightfully wet and shiny. The obscenity of it brought all of my passions to the surface of my being.
“You like me doing this, don't you, Jim? You love to see me frig my cunt… do you see all of it, darling… how good I am at it… I'm working on my clit now… do you see how it loves to be played with… it's quivering under my fingers… it's so hot… so itchy… giving me so much pleasure… I'm pinching it… rolling it between my fingers… two stiff fingers up my slit… a finger on my clit… oh, I love to do these dirty things… when you are watching me… going through the same sort of thing… a man in front of me… wanking his cock… his hard… throbbing prick… oh, how I love it… I'm so good at playing with myself… I've so much practice with it… and with other cunts as well… my girl friends love me doing it for them… Sue loves me doing it… You know Sue, the kitchen maid, don't you… we do it with each other… She has a lovely snatch… so dripping wet… so musky… so tasty… Your wife will love me doing it to her… I'm longing for her to do it to me… sucking her… doing a sixty-nine together… your eyes on us… when we come… creaming in each other's mouth…”
“You're lovely, Mitzy, when you do this… your legs wide… your cunt open under your fingers… frigging deep within your cunt… your clit swollen and red… Your legs in those black nylons… I'm something of a stocking fetishist… I think… Louise, my wife, also wears them… she lets me spunk over them… wanking myself till I spend… after I have found her masturbating when I come home at night… She is always at her snatch when I come home… bringing her slit to a proper wetness… that's what she wants… to be good and wet before I impale her… But sometimes I just can't hold back… I let her go on frigging herself to a spend… I masturbate with her… spunking over her stockings… wetting them… she rubs the spunk in her slit then… smears it over her face… her eyes shining in lust… she comes like a geyser… and I suck up her juices as well as my own… as it is dripping from her slit… oh, yes, you are going to love her and she you… the two of you are going to perform for me… right in front of my face… so I can see the two of you… and smell… the smell of a spunking cunt… the taste of it… two cunts at the same time… maybe we could work something out with even more people… a regular orgy… lovely… lovely…”
I was getting quite excited by his obscene descriptions and I wanted him to come on my stockings… to have him spurting his spunk over my legs. Seeing it shoot out of his cock… at the same time I flooded my fingers with my juices…
I was too far gone with masturbating to bother about being fucked or being sucked… I wanted him to come in this obscene way more than anything else… My spunk was rising in my body and I urged him to come on my stockings… I couldn't hold myself back very much longer… I needed to come! My fingers were flying in and out of my slit in a tremendous speed… I was dripping wet… juice flowing down my legs… Jim jacked off in unison with me, wanking his throbbing dick like a madman… The veins were standing out on his dick and slimy pre-fuck dripped from the tiny slit in the glans… We made a soppy noise-both of us were not far from coming…
And then, suddenly… his first burst of sperm shot out of his cock! It landed exactly on the top of my stocking, right at my hand… I frigged myself at an even more murderous pace and I shouted obscenities at Jim, who moaned and groaned, bringing his sap forth…
“I'm coming… you darling… I'm coming by jacking off… I'm creaming for you, my darling… give me your spunk… all of it… flood me with it… make me sticky with it… give me your sperm… I want it… I waaaaaaan't iiiiit… spunk… spunk… you prick… spunk…”
Still more spunk was landing on my stockings and I couldn't resist the urge to take some up with the fingers of my other hand. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I licked my fingers, closing my eyes in delight as I did so. Wads of sticky sperm were landing on my stockings now and some of it hit my dripping hot-box. He seemed to come endlessly as I rubbed the slimy stuff into my snatch. My cunt hairs were sticky with our mingled juices and the smell in the room…
I was still having my orgasm when Jim, having finished his masturbation, went down on his knees and started to lick my stockings clean of his spendings. He didn't forget to pay ample attention to my snatch and delighted by the dirtiness of it, I let him have his way.
I was enjoying all of it, and even before the throes of my first orgasm had subdued he had me well on my way to another one. I creamed in his eager, sucking mouth and felt completely empty after this last one.
Needing a wash badly, I went up to my room, after resting for a bit in Jim's arms…