A few weeks after this rather interesting night in Jim's office, I had another rather interesting experience. Although it might lengthen my story considerably, I still want to relate this one. It's really too good to miss and it's always been one of the more interesting ones.
I was getting quite used to the work in the hotel and I also was getting a feeling about people. Immediately after I saw them, I knew whether they were going to be interesting people or just a part of the unimaginative, dull crowd. Some people just have lasciviousness written on their faces, and if you know what to watch for you hardly ever miss.
This one was an elderly man and a real gentleman to see. Lucky for me, his room was on my floor, so I didn't have to worry about being in places where I was not supposed to be.
Although I knew I had Jim's backing in almost everything I did, I didn't want to push my luck too far, so I was always glad when the interesting people were on my floor.
Some of the maids were not at all like me and Sue, so I didn't want to have anything to do with them. As I already told you, his room was on my floor and every day I cleaned his rooms.
He always looked at me in a most peculiar way, but so far he had not made any advances. He was always in his room when I came to clean it in the morning and he always wanted me to come in and do it when he was there. He looked at me all the time I walked around the room, but so far he had never tried to touch me. He talked to me in a most friendly way and always had a kind word. Still, he had an atmosphere of perverted lust around him and I was terribly fascinated by him. I desperately wished he would start something, but I didn't dare to force my hand. One has to be careful with guests and I was not going to take the first step, no matter how much I would have liked to. One day, however, the whole riddle about his person was solved in an extremely lascivious way.
On that particular morning he was not in his room when I came in. Now, like I told you, this was rather unusual but I didn't pay too much attention to it and just went ahead with my job. Rummaging around his room, I found some pictures.
They were not too carefully stuck away under a couple of shirts, and his wardrobe not being closed, I just couldn't miss them. They were utterly obscene and I never saw anything like it before. In all of them people were fucking or doing other acts of lovemaking. There was, however, something odd about them and at first I didn't quite grasp what it was. But looking them over again, I suddenly saw what it was. In all of the photographs the women were definitely playing the dominating role.
The women themselves were the absolutely dominant type, and it looked as if they were possessing the men. When fucking, it was the woman lying on top of the man. In case of oral lovemaking, it was always the woman sucking the man, bending over to him while he was almost helplessly on his back. When a man was sucking a woman between the legs, it certainly looked as if he was being forced to do it by the woman. The man was then in front of the woman, who was standing over him with her legs spread as wide as possible. With her hand she pulled the man's head tight against her crotch and pushing her belly tight against his mouth she almost seemed to smother him.
They were strange, but all the same they were beautiful photographs, eight by ten in size and very sharp. Looking at them I could almost see the spunk dripping from the women's slits. However strange they were, they still managed to excite me terribly. The well known feeling came over me again. Looking at these pictures, I got a terrible urge to masturbate.
Slowly but surely I frigged myself to a boiling, creamy orgasm, while looking at these pictures. Since the guest was not in the room, I thought I might as well do it right here instead of going to the toilet or my room. So, still standing there I raised my dress and brought my hand to my snatch. Sticking my finger between the pouting cunt lips, I found them already wet and eager to receive my caresses. I looked at the pictures again, beginning with the first one and taking them in nice and slow, busily fingering my slit in the meantime. Suddenly I felt somebody breathing on my neck and startled, I looked up. Behind me was Mr. Morgan.
His hand covered mine and, putting some pressure on it, he made it clear he wanted me to go on frigging myself. He had come in quite unheard by me and I was terrified at first, but his manner soon put me at ease.
“Go right ahead, Miss,” he said, “don't stop because of me. I know I should not have left those pictures for you to find, although I must confess I did it on purpose. I know they must have excited you and you need to relieve yourself. So go right ahead playing with that delightful twat of yours. Amuse yourself while you look at those pictures. Let me keep my hand on yours, feeling how you go at it. I may even catch some of your spunk when you cream… your sticky, lovely come-juice.”
I was nearly dying to come and I didn't wait for him to tell me another time. In my skilled way I began to masturbate again and soon my sloppy wetness proved my cunt liked what I was doing to it. I slowly moved my finger in and out of my dilating crack as I looked at the pictures again and again… They were exciting me terribly now and I was getting more and more interested in the subject. My juices were flowing freely and I was getting even more excited when Mr. Morgan started to talk.
“Do you notice the beauty of that girl, the way she is riding that man? She is fucking away as if she is in possession of a cock instead of him. She is wearing him out completely… I know, because at the moment this picture was taken she had made him come already three times! But she didn't show any mercy… She didn't want to leave his cock. The only thing she wanted was wearing him down completely… making him beg to stop her mad fucking. You see, there she is again… in this picture she is sucking the drooping cock… he can't fuck anymore… she had made him come four times by fucking him… but his cock would stand again after the last time… so she is going to suck him to a spend… wearing him down… humiliating him… proving to him that she is stronger than he is… that she is insatiable… which she is… she is all cunt… greedy, eager cunt. Look at the bitch now… she is forcing him to suck her never satisfied cunt… He is exhausted… but she keeps his head between her legs… his tongue between the hairy cunt lips… and he just has to suck her… she has threatened to cut off his prick if he doesn't manage to make her come with his tongue… She has been spending already and so great was her passion she pissed in his mouth… made him swallow her filth… mingling it with spunk… What a lovely girl she is… So powerful and dominating… I love dominating girls… And how about you, my dear… Would you like to be the master of a man? Do with him what you wanted… making him do all the things… you want him to do… forcing him to do them…”
By that time I was randy as hell and my spunk was boiling in me. I could not hold back any longer and I started to come like a geyser. My spunk, bursting from between my cunt lips, wet my hand and like he had hoped for, some of the stuff dripped on his hand as well.
Taking his hand away, he looked at the glutenous stuff with burning eyes and in an almost humble way he asked permission to lick my juice from his hand. By that time, I understood his passion and in a haughty way I granted him permission, looking at him through slitted eyes. The old lecher wanted to be dominated by a female and the pictures (as well as the way he talked) had put me in just the right mood for this sort of thing…
I sincerely hoped he wanted to play the game a bit further and find out what it was to be the dominating party in lovemaking… I was getting visions of having a slave at my beck and call and I was beginning to get quite excited at the idea. This was going to be a new experience for me, and I'm always in for new things as long as they are lewd and exciting…
I seated myself in a chair and demurely covered my knees with my dress. I was surprised how easy it was to make myself feel master of the situation, and I'm sure a cruel smile spread over my lips… This was going to be marvelous and I was going to enjoy it tremendously.
He looked up at me like a dog looks up at his master, and a happy smile came over his face when he detected the cruel light shining in my eyes.
“Did you come nicely, mistress?” he asked in a pleading way. “Did you find the satisfaction you alone are entitled to? I hope I can be of some more service to you… I want to be good to you… although that is almost impossible, because nothing is too good for my mistress. Would you like to look at some more pictures? I have some more… they may be even more interesting to you… even more exciting… the portrait of the proper role of women… the glorious role of womanhood!”
“Get them immediately,” I ordered him as curtly as possible.
If he wanted to be dominated he was going to be, and I was going to play the part he wanted me to play. I was sure there was going to be something in it for me as well.
He hurried to a suitcase in a corner of the room, and taking a huge pile of pictures from it, he came back to me and handed them over in a humble way. They were of the same size and quality as the other ones, but even more interesting if that is possible…
It showed men in all sorts of humiliating postures and girls in the most dominating roles you can imagine. Men being tied to chairs and beds and specially erected posts. Girls were standing in front of them playing with their cunts and taking all sorts of obscene poses. The men's pricks were in rock-hard erection and the things the girls were doing right in front of them, with themselves or with each other, must have driven the men half out of their minds.
Going over them slowly and carefully, getting excited as hell, I came upon increasing cruelty inflicted on men by women, and sometimes even by very young girls. Men were being whipped with the most cruel looking whips… flogged with wide leather belts… their balls being tied with strings… cruelly pinched with sharp pointed nails… their cocks being stretched by weights hanging from them… their backs full of bloody stripes… flogged to shreds by the cruel whips…
Every act of sadism applied by females, my own sex, was there in those pictures. I looked closely at the faces of the females doing all this, and there could be only one conclusion from the looks on their faces: they just loved what they were doing. They were getting a thrill out of it I had not thought possible-but here I had the proof of it. Right in these pictures. I was horrified and at the same time strangely affected by it all. There must be something terribly exciting about whipping a man.
Some of the girls in the pictures were masturbating their cunts with one hand while the other hand wielded the whip… In some cases one girl was doing the whipping, while other girls were sitting on the floor around the whipped body of the man looking at his misery and sticking eager fingers on round shaped objects in their open slits… Unholy light was shining in their eyes when they watched the blood flow from ugly wounds, produced by the cruel whipping…
Their fingers wet with cunt juice, they masturbated and their ears must have been ringing with the tortured cries of the men they treated so cruelly. But nevertheless, they liked what they were doing. So much eagerness shone from their faces I could almost forget the looks of anguish on the faces of the men. And to tell the truth, I was getting excited myself.
These horrible pictures were turning me on and making me more and more curious to find out for myself what it would be like to treat a man like that myself and combine it with sex. From the looks on the faces of the women in the pictures, I could see that cruelty was completely mingled with sex. It looked like bare and raw sex and I was soon to find out for myself that everybody is more or less inclined this way. Mr. Morgan looked up at me and asked me:
“Would you like to have such an experience as well? I see you are getting interested in the subject and I'm fully prepared to let you do as you please, mistress. If you have never done anything like that before it might seem awfully strange to you, but you may like it after all. Imagine yourself whipping me… making me cringe under your blows. Your hand between your legs… fingering your cunt… while I'm crying out in pain… and you, your pleasure mounting at every stroke of the whip on my back and at every stroke of your finger in your lovely twat! Come on, don't hesitate… I'm at your disposal… Do it… and find yourself a new and divine pleasure…”
“Yes, I think I'm getting used to the idea already… I'm going to try it… Bring me a whip if you have one and lie down on the floor in front of me. I'm getting in the mood for it already… I'm going to rip you to pieces… I'm feeling quite cruel and I'm not going to be easy on you… so be prepared for the worst!”
Once more he hurried to the suitcase he had taken the photographs from and brought it over to me. Placing it on the floor in front of my chair he opened it and a big assortment of whips, handcuffs, mouthgags and other instruments of torture came into view. Some of them were so cruel looking I winced at the thought of what they would do to the human skin.
But I was getting more and more excited despite myself. I'm usually not cruel, and I would rather inflict pleasure than pain on another person, but one has to be philosophical about this sort of thing. If pain is another person's pleasure, one is in fact (by bringing pain to this person) inflicting pleasure. Read what I went through and find out for yourself if I didn't find pleasure in the cruelty I committed on this old man. I can tell you right now I did, but I will try to be as detailed as possible in my description of this episode in my life. Later on I was to find out about the pleasure it gives when one is being whipped, but that is another story I will get to in due time.
Right now I was the one to do the whipping and find pleasure in it. I started by taking up the front of my dress and tucking it under my belt. Wearing no panties, my cunt was not only exposed to his eyes but I could also go at it without having to grope under my dress, if I wanted to finger myself. This much I knew already: I was going to give myself a finger-fuck when I whipped him. Standing in front of a full length mirror, I looked at myself and I must say I rather liked what I saw. I looked utterly lewd, completely dressed as I was, with just my upper legs and my hairy cunt in view. Mr. Morgan also looked at me intently, and a sort of hunger shone in his eyes. The sight I offered must have appealed to his perverted tastes, as his cock was rising in his pants.
“I will allow you to look at me,” I said. “You can look at me all you want. At my dripping slit when I frig myself whipping you, but you are not going to touch me. And don't let me catch you wanking your old cock. If you're going to come at all it is through me and preferably by my whipping you. It's just your luck if you don't pass out before that happens… oh yes, I'm really going to lay it on you!”
I was really getting in the mood of things, and believe me I meant every word of it. I wasn't just playing with words this time. I longed to whip him with a desire that I found strange when I thought about it afterwards.
“Now get your old carcass undressed,” I snapped at him while I selected a mean looking whip from the suitcase. The feel of the whip handle made me feel even more excited, and I pressed it against my burning cunt.
To make him undress himself a little more quickly, I cracked the whip at him, and although I didn't hit him, I felt my slit getting wet. Ripping the clothes from his body after my little preliminary blows, Mr. Morgan laid himself on the floor in front of me.
His back was turned towards me and it was covered with old whipmarks. The sight of the traces of previous whippings made me shudder in delight and I could feel my juices really starting to flow. He turned his head so he could watch me and I raised my arm for the first blow. Bringing it down with all the strength I could muster, my first blow landed in the small of his back. He shuddered in pain but didn't utter a sound. My body shook in a strange and exciting lust I had never experienced before. The fact he didn't utter a single sound, however, made me furious as hell, and swearing under my breath I promised him the most horrible things. In quick succession the blows landed on his body now. I was trying my best to make them as painful as possible but he still didn't utter a sound.
Whipping him made me wetter and wetter and without being able to withhold myself I brought my other hand between my legs. Juice was dripping down my legs and my fingers were sticky with the stuff immediately. Looking up at me he cried out in delight when he saw me opening my wet slit. Spreading the swollen cunt lips apart with two forked fingers, I reached inside with stiff fingers. Poking two fingers between the hairy lips I soon found my favorite spot in my cunt and I shuddered in delight at the touch. When I don't want to come too quickly I prefer a deep frigging and that is just what I wanted. The occasion was too exquisite to spoil it all by coming too soon. I had never experienced anything like this before and I was enjoying every minute of it.
My fingers were so soothing in my cunt. I was thrilling myself so delightfully! The sight of the man lying on the floor in front of me made me so terribly randy… so fucking randy! I masturbated myself frantically, a mist of passion-filled tears hanging over my eyes. How long could I keep this up? I didn't know and I didn't care, as long as it was going to be long and the fulfillment as great as my pleasure now.
Although I couldn't see very clearly, I suddenly saw his hand disappear under his body. No doubt he wanted to frig his bursting prick!
“I told you I didn't want you to masturbate yourself, you bastard,” I yelled at him. I stopped my whipping and throwing the whip on the floor I took a pair of handcuffs from the suitcase. “I think I have to treat you a little more roughly and therefore I will put these handcuffs on you, keeping your hands behind your back… That will teach you not to disobey me… I don't care whether your cock is hard and throbbing… If you want to come it's for me to decide when… and that's not now. I still want to have some pleasure with you and I won't have my pleasure spoiled by spunk shooting from your prick. My own-spunk is just sufficient for the moment… it makes my slit so nice and slippery… I love to frig myself so much and there is nothing you can do about it… if I want to come I just do that… but that's not for you… not yet… maybe not ever…”
He was completely helpless after I had handcuffed him and, though he was unable to reach his cock, it seemed to swell even more. Already it had swelled to a gigantic size and I was going to try to add another inch or so to it by my whipping.
He may have been an old man, but believe me, there was nothing old about his cock and I already promised myself I'd have a piece of it in due time. Not right now, but I was going to have it shoved up my cunt no matter what was to happen. That is to say, if he managed to stand up under my blows.
I had taken up the whip again and flogged him even more fiercely than before. He still had not made a single sound of pain and no matter what happened, I was going to wring this from him even if I had to kill him for it. As you see, I was really getting in the mood of things and I enjoyed his discomfort tremendously.
Red welts stood out on his back, ugly and at the same time exciting to my lust crazed senses. The skin of some of those welts had broken and blood trickled out of them. The sight of his tortured back didn't make me feel sorry for him at all. It only made me bring down the whip stronger, more violently.
I was still fingering my cunt in a frantic pace. My upcoming orgasm possessed my body and I knew I wasn't far from coming. My clitoris was swollen and almost hurting me. I really needed an orgasm and I knew I couldn't hold out very much longer.
Suddenly Mr. Morgan cried out. First it was a cry of pain and I smiled in silent triumph. I had managed to make this hardened masochist cry in pain. The very first time I used a whip on anybody! I was feeling strangely proud and pleased with myself. His cries of anguish soon mingled with moans of pleasure.
“I'm starting to come,” he cried. “I'm going to come… my spunk… you did it… with your whipping… whip me harder… whip me harder… faster… make my spunk come… whip my cock…”
With this he managed to turn himself on his back and his swollen organ was exposed to my whipping. Without the slightest hesitation, I directed my blows on his dong.
“Oh yes, whip me there… whip my cock… for it is lusting for your cunt… that holy place between your legs… a woman's own… to do with what she wants… your frigging it… your juice… all for yourself… whip my prick… whip it hard… make me spunk… offering my sperm on the altar of your rightful anger… I'm spunking… coming… cooooooming… aaaaagh… ooooooh… cooooming…”
Spunk shot from his prick when he cried out in his last lust. It shot up to a height a younger man than he would have been proud of, and deep within me I wished I had it shooting up in my now burning twat. But one plays a game till the end after starting one.
After shooting his load his whipped body was very still for a moment and looking at him through lusty eyes I gave my cunt a few more swift strokes and I also came. Exhausted I let myself fall in the chair and my legs hung open, the cunt juice dripping from the opened gash.
When Mr. Morgan came back to his senses after some time he crawled to me. His handcuffed hands made it a bit awkward for him to reach me and I didn't give him any help. I was too tired and I also didn't help him out of sheer meanness. He managed to get to my feet and started to kiss them. He acted like the slave he had made me feel he was, and it improved my present mood. I had felt pity with him after I had so gloriously come, but his humble manner soon made me forget my kindness towards him.
“Dear mistress, please open your legs for me,” he begged. “Let my tongue bring you to another orgasm… Grant me the honor of sucking your quim… Piss in my mouth if you want to… but let my mouth satisfy your needs…”
I kicked him against his chest but like a dog he kept coming back. But I was only human and I was getting randy again so I might as well let him have a go at my cunt. I always like to be licked and this whole situation was so absurd in a way I might as well go all the way now.
Putting my legs over the armrests of the chair I offered him my slippery cunt… Mad lust shone in his eyes and when he saw my hot-box opened like this he yelped in delight and his cock twitched in anticipation. I decided to make him even more randy for me and after he had managed to give my slit a few delightful licks I pushed him away. His cuffed hands behind his back made him lose balance and he fell on his back.
Since I was aroused by his tongue again, and it was going to take him some time to get over me again, I started to masturbate. The way I was seated, with my legs hanging over the armrests of the chair, my cunt was delightfully open to my fingers and I really played around with it without actually frigging myself. Masturbation is an art and I'm very artful. I could call myself the protectress of art in a way. I pulled the cunt lips out and played with them for some time. They are not very sensitive, that's true, but still it is a very nice feeling to stretch them a little and play with them. It makes you feel very randy without really building up an orgasm.
Mr. Morgan was still trying to get back on his knees so he could crawl over to me. I was playing with my slit. Finally he managed to get back to my chair, wanting to take up where he left off. But every time he brought his head forward to have a go at my pussy I pushed him away teasingly.
“You just wait till I want you to suck me,” I told him. “Right now I feel like frigging myself again and I don't want you to bother me… When I feel like being sucked I will tell you so… and now, go away or I will use the whip on you again and I don't think you could stand that right now…“'
He was on his knees in front of me, begging me to let him have a go at my cunt. He was really getting hungry for my cunt juice, but I played with myself as if he wasn't in the room at all. Sticking my finger deep within the moist cavity of my cunt, I frigged myself till I found myself fully aroused and decided to give him permission to suck me off. I took my hand away and like a hungry dog going after a piece of meat, he came at my pussy. Pressing his mouth against the hairy lips he showered my cunt with slobbering kisses and soon his tongue found the desired spot in my cunt.
The old Romans had a saying that a man doesn't need his prick as long as he has his mouth and tongue, and in the case of Mr. Morgan, they were absolutely right. Taking my swollen clit between his lips, he delightfully rolled it around and he soon had me moaning in pleasure. He flicked his tongue over my clit, and sticking his tongue in my cunt as far as it would go he licked the inside of my pussy in a way my cunt-hungry girl friends could take an example from. He had me moving up and down in the chair in no time at all.
I forgot everything around me and I just enjoyed his mouth when he lapped my cunt, devouring my flowing juice… Looking down, I saw his prick had once more become fully erected and I bent over so I could pick up the key for the handcuffs. Loosening them I took his hand and laid it on his bursting prick. Under my hand and his, the swollen dong twitched and throbbed and I found it very hard not to beg him to stick it in my burning slit.
“Masturbate yourself… jack off right in front of me… I find pleasure in seeing you do this… shamelessly wank yourself… making your spunk fly by your own hand… my cunt is not for your cock… not yet… maybe later… if you please me… if your performance satisfies me… Jack off and lick my cunt… I'm dripping wet… I want to be cleaned by your mouth… suck me and masturbate yourself…”
He did as he was told and his hand clasped around the bursting prick sticking out from his body like a flagpole. He masturbated while his tongue flicked in and out of my cunt in a tremendous speed. He soon had us both coming and his spunk, flying from his cock hit the legs of the chair… My spunk filling his mouth… overfilling it, really, some of the sticky stuff running down his chin and lips-which he licked with delight…
He was still on his back when I opened my eyes again. My pussy was raw, burning. Too much coming, maybe. But no matter. I had still promised myself a fuck with his cock, so whether he liked it or not that's what I was going to get. I wasn't feeling any cruelty towards him any longer and I was my own sweet self once more, ready to please and be pleased. Even if he couldn't bring his cock to a stand, I was still feeling some respect for him. He was not exactly a very young man and already he had managed to shoot his wad two times in a row. And the first time was under what you might call a bit of hardship. I'm glad I was not inclined that way. Imagine what the back of a girl must look like after whipping upon whipping, especially with the tender skin a woman usually has. I couldn't bear to think about it and I pitied him more and more. But I think everybody is entitled to his own kicks, no matter how kinky they may seem to other people.
I raised myself from the chair I was still sprawled in and went down on the floor with him. He still had his eyes closed, but he opened them when he sensed my presence. A satisfied look was on his face and he looked at me, his torturess, with tender eyes. I kissed his dear old face and not a word had been spoken between us. He sensed my mood had changed, and although he got his kicks in quite another way, he wanted me to go ahead with whatever I had in mind. I rubbed my hands over his body, and although he was not a young man, he was still well preserved. He wasn't bulky with muscles and all that sort of thing. In fact, he was rather on the slender side, but he had not a single ounce of excess fat on his body. So my task was not distasteful at all and I was once more beginning to enjoy myself, although I must confess I couldn't have stood to have a look at his back at that time. I really dreaded what I would see there and the idea I had done it made me shudder in horror.
I was feeling quite tender towards him now and I decided to give him the best I could offer. I was going to give him all the tender lovemaking I could muster, and be very patient about it.
Moving my mouth all over his body soon brought me in the presence of his prick. Dried sperm was sticking to it and I began by licking it away, cleaning his cock of the traces of his previous spendings. He was lying very quiet under this treatment, but he must have liked what I was doing, because he sighed deep and heavily.
“You just lie as you are, Mr. Morgan,” I told him, “and let me do you with my mouth. We will see if I can bring back some life to this whopper of yours… for it really is a whopper any woman would be glad to receive in her pussy. It's a nice instrument and you should be proud of it… it's so nice and soft now but it can also look hard and menacing… Let me suck it for you… it certainly deserves it… The taste is so nice… your spunk on it… let me clean you…”
I started to suck him in earnest now and slowly his prick rose to the desired dimensions. It took him some time to get fully aroused, but I was enjoying what I did so much I didn't mind at all. Besides, it took me some time to get fully aroused, but slowly I also felt myself getting wet between my legs, my pussy once more ready for action and amusement. It's amazing how quickly one recovers from a tiring experience as coming in the way I had already done for two times, so soon.
I didn't feel like wanking myself this time, although you know by now I'm absolutely not against it. In fact, I love to finger my pussy. But this time I wanted to wait for him to get ready for me and come by just being fucked. Plainly and straightly fucked… his cock up my cunt… he humping me in a good, old-fashioned way. His prick filled my mouth now and his body shook in delight at what my tongue was doing to him. Maybe some more of these treatments in straight loving would cure him of his kinky behavior. Imagine me, the amateur psychiatrist, me with my liking for other women. My penchant for perversities… loving to jack off in front of somebody else… to be fucked in the presence of other people. There is really nothing “normal” about me, if you come to think of it. Oh well, we all have our little twists of mind, have we not? Let the unkinky ones step forward and throw the first stone!
And I liked what I was doing to him not too long ago, didn't I? All this was going through my mind when I was slowly sucking his cock. It was completely hard now, and it filled my mouth till I thought I was going to choke on it. He made me turn around so I was down on him with my face towards his feet, and his mouth went for my pussy.
Not only had his prick not lost any of his vigor, his tongue had the same tantalizing experience on my slit. And I was dripping again. My pussy was itching and burning, aching to be fucked. But his tongue was so delightfully soothing on my cunt, I wanted to last it for a little longer. So, we went on in what was a very nice sixty-nine.
But suddenly I couldn't stand it any longer. I just had to have his stiff prick up my slit. I wrenched myself away from his sucking mouth and went lower down his body. Squatting over his throbbing prick, I took it in my hand. It was slippery with my saliva and pre-fuck was oozing out of the tiny slit. My legs wide open, my cunt ready to engulf it with hairy lips, I pointed it at my burning quim. Lowering myself, I sank down on it and it penetrated me to the hilt. I was filled completely with its terrifying length, feeling it knock against my womb with the huge head. It was thick and burning red hot in my pussy and I started to rock back and forth. Riding him, accompanying our fucking with a soppy noise, and with every down movement he delightfully met my thrusts. It was a marvelous new sensation, fucking like this, and my hands went to my breasts to play with the excited nipples. They were rock-hard under my fingers when I tweaked them and rolled them around between the thumb and forefinger.
Mr. Morgan's hand came up in front of my body and since my back was turned to him I could only see his hands. His hands went for my slit and opened as it was, he didn't have any trouble finding my erected clit. Spreading the lips even further apart, he played with my clitty, letting his fingers run over it, rubbing it, pressing it… I was climbing up the top of the hill very fast now and his cock throbbed in delighted passion. The swollen veins in his cock rubbed the walls of my cunt and in utter rut we rocked on the floor, not noticing its hardness or discomfort. He was probing me so deeply… so far up my dilating slit… his fingers playing with my clit… pulling at the cunt lips… like he had seen me doing… it's so wonderful… such a marvelous fuck…
“Fuck me… fuck me!” I yelled. “Make me come… I'm so randy… so fucking randy… ream my cunt… play with my clit… push your dong… up… my… slit… my juices… flowing… from… my… randy… cunt…”
Mr. Morgan was yelling the same sort of thing and it was a good thing this hotel is solidly built, with thick walls and double doors, otherwise we would have alarmed the whole place.
We creamed together this time, our juices mingling. His prick still in my cunt, I let myself fall over him, absolutely exhausted. Fucked out, I might say. His cock slowly slid from my cunt when it went all limp and flaccid, and with a sucking noise my cunt lips closed themselves.
On wobbly legs, I left him. It had been a marvelous experience, all of it, but I was glad he left the next day. I don't think I could have stood another thing like that.
Oh yes, although I'm not a whore I was very pleased with the big tip he left for me in an envelope at the desk. The porter looked at me through strange eyes, but didn't say anything. Looking at him I knew I was going to have to satisfy his curiosity sooner or later. Not that I minded; he was rather good-looking and I like changes.