It did my heart good to turn the table on Ben James. Thereafter, whenever he and his wife returned to the Barton, he kept his distance. I sincerely doubt he quit chasing women, but I know one he won’t bother again.
A few months later, I was to have another encounter which would also give me much personal satisfaction. A man in his early thirties checked into the hotel and, like many others, soon tried to put the make on me. This one, however, considered himself the world’s greatest stud.
He was in the city to attend a series of meetings and often had a lot of time on his hands. He stayed at the hotel for a week, and every free moment he had was spent trying to get me to his room. I guess he felt pure persistence alone would conquer me.
His name was Jeff Reid, and he was a good-looking fellow, tall, willowy, shocking brown hair, broad shoulders. He would not be too hard to take at all if he hadn’t bragged so much about his conquests. He became braver and braver as he intensified his attempts to get me into his bed.
“Chris,” he was saying one night, “if you ever went to bed with me, every man you bad from then on would seem like a mouse. I’d have you climbing the wall with desire, and could make you reach a peak every five minutes.”
His sales pitch was too much for me, and I tried to ignore him as much as possible. But, he was persistent. Finally, I gave in and accompanied him to his room. I did so with a plan in mind, and felt confident it would succeed.
We were no sooner in Jeff’s room than he swept me into his arms and gave me a long and passionate kiss. Then, we undressed and headed for the bed. He was immediately on top of me, rubbing against my hairy mound, and nipping at my nipples. He had a good-sized pole hanging between his legs and it erected quickly. His rubbing made my cunt moist and he found no resistance in entering.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and met his every thrust, pushing him up each time I did. By doing so, I came first, squeezing him hard as I unloaded my juice. He continued pumping and in just minutes I was again meeting him. When he shot off, I came again, but wouldn’t release him. I held him tightly around the waist with my legs and slowly rubbed my body against him. We kissed and he played with my tits. It wasn’t long until I could feel his cock getting larger inside me and we began fucking again. This time, when we came, he pulled away from me. I knew he had to have some rest, but I wanted to continue.
He lay beside me and I leaned over him, with my tits in his face, and played with his limp pole. I stroked it gently and cupped his balls, at the same time rubbing my nipples across his face and over his mouth. He didn’t respond right away, but I kept working on him. My stroking his prick had its effect and soon it was standing proudly erect.
I mounted his staff and began fucking as hard as I could. I pulled up until his dick almost came out of my hole. Then I slid down, taking the entire length inside me. Jeff massaged my breasts and sucked on the nipples. What he didn’t realize was that this helped me accomplish my little plot. If he hadn’t played with my tits, I might not have been able to come as often as I did.
When I was ready to hit my orgasm, I sat down on his cock and felt the head against my wall. I flooded his prick with my juice, squeezing my legs against his sides, wanting every drop of my girl-cum to free itself. Jeff had not come.
But I wanted Jeff to come. I was capable of carrying on, and knew it. After I had shot off as much as I could, I continued riding his prick, hard and fast.
The strain was beginning to show on him. He was humping into me, trying desperately to unload. When he did, a groan came from his throat, and I don’t know if it was a sound of pain or pleasure.
I stayed on top of him without letting his prick slip from its enclosure. We continued kissing, but his kisses were less fervent than before. He did attempt to maintain his status as a macho lover by kissing and sucking my breasts, but I could tell he was weakening.
“What’s the matter, Jeff?” I asked, in mock surprise. “You’re not ready to quit, are you?” "Who, me?” he replied, although his heart didn’t seem in it. “Not on your life, baby. I can go as long as you or anyone else can.”
We’ll see about that!
I rolled off Jeff and laid beside him. It would only take me a moment or two and I would be ready again. I doubted that he would. Anyway, I had no intention of letting him rest. While we were lying here, quietly, not speaking, I played with his prick and balls. His manhood, at the time, was not very manly, but I was determined to get it up again.
Jeff ran his fingers across my breasts and stomach, sending little quivers throughout my body. But I was having difficulty getting him up. Even stroking his rod seemed to have little effect. I crouched on the bed and bent over his cock. I kissed his hair, around his balls, and then his shaft. My playing couldn’t be denied long. I soon felt his hand on my buttocks and then it moved to my cunt. His cock began to respond. I pulled the skin back and took the large head in my mouth. Jeff was a goner; his body began to move and gurgling sounds came from his throat. I gently bit into his meat and he pushed his finger into my pussy. I had him under my control once again.
Shifting my body, my cunt was now in his face and I went down on his shaft with my mouth. I took his balls in one hand and played with them and then pushed my body down onto Jeff's face. He couldn’t help but react. I went all the way down on his prick and sucked hard as I slowly raised my head. Jeff bit into my cunt lips, almost until they hurt, then pushed his tongue deep inside me. He moved his hand to my anus and pushed his finger inside. I almost came the minute he did it, but was able to hold off.
Holding his balls in one hand, I pulled the skin back on his straining cock and licked at the head. He twisted and groaned and lapped away at my pussy. It seemed like he was trying to get his tongue even deeper inside me. Very gently, I bit into the head of his cock and Jeff humped, driving his prick deep into my throat. I felt his hot fluid shooting down my throat and sucked as hard as I could determined to drain him of every drop. His shooting off made me come. I pushed my body hard into his face and Jeff continued tonguing me as fast as he could. I felt my juice seep out of the hole and knew it was flowing over his mouth. I continued sucking his cock even though I tasted no more fluid and his erection was beginning to ease.
I pulled my body away from Jeff’s face slightly, but kept his penis in my mouth, still sucking. By now, it was limp and soft. He could only take so much of this because I’m certain the head was starting to hurt.
“Say, baby, that’s enough. I don’t have anything left. Ease off.”
I let the limp hunk of meat fall between his legs. It was purplish and the veins were prominent. It was wet both from his come juice and from my mouth. I patted it tenderly and laid back down on him.
“Jeff, you are some kind of lover,” I commended. Of course, I was doing it only because I didn’t want him to suspect my plot. I was hoping he would believe me a nymphomaniac. Apparently he did, because when I put my hand on his soft prick, he moved from the bed.
“Excuse me a minute, beautiful, have to drain my radiator…”
I’ll bet you do, lover, I thought to myself.
Jeff was gone for several minutes, enough time to drain several “radiators.”
When he returned, and laid down on the bed, I immediately began stroking his cock. It was dry now, but still limp. He moaned when I touched it, but I don’t believe it was a sound of anticipation. I pushed my body against his side, rubbing my cunt hair on his leg and my tits on his arm. He didn’t return the treat, but I kept stroking his prick. I felt sure he was trying to hold back, but to no avail. Soon, due to my magic touch, his cock was rising, and I continued stroking until it was proud and erect. I didn’t know if he had any juice left, but I was certainly going to find out.
When his cock was finally up, I twisted so that my rear was facing him. Then I slid down his pole, with my head between his feet. Slowly, I moved back and forth. From this position, he was looking straight at his cock going in and out of my cunt. He would have to shut his eyes not to see it. I had moved into this position for a purpose-I knew that if he watched his prick moving in and out of my hole, it would have to excite him, regardless of how tired he was, or how spent he was. And that was what I wanted. I could come all day, but knew he couldn’t, unless really excited. I accomplished my goal.
I had been riding his rod a very short time when I felt his hand on my buttocks. He spread the cheeks and fingered my asshole. When he pushed his finger inside, I moved back on his cock as far as I could, forcing both his meat and finger deep inside me. Then I rode both of them at a faster pace. I was enjoying this immensely. Not only was I wearing Jeff down, but I was getting satisfaction, too. His rod penetrated deep inside me, feeling good every inch of the way. His play with my asshole set me on fire and made me unload my fluid in a hurry. I shot so much that I bit into Jeff’s foot as I was unloading. Once I was finished, I turned my attention back to him, anxious now that he come.
I reached down between his legs and took his sac in my hand. As I rode his cock, I massaged his balls. His hips began to move and he fingered my anus until it hurt, but I wasn’t about to quit now. I glanced over my shoulder and could see that he was watching his pole go in and out of my pussy with rabid interest. I smiled and pumped harder. Suddenly, he pulled his finger from my asshole and grabbed my buttocks. When he humped into me, I felt a small spurt of fluid. He continued humping until there was nothing left, which didn’t take very long.
When he finished, I laid down where I was, not moving from his slowly decreasing penis. I felt his head hit the bed and knew he was just about finished. Slowly and silently, I felt his prick become smaller and smaller, until it finally slid out of my cunt on its own.
I moved immediately to his side. He was lying there, breathing heavily, his eyes closed. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He tried to return the kiss, but couldn’t exert much effort.
“Oh, honey,” I said, mockingly, “that was so good. Ummmm. You’re great.
Absolutely great.”
A weak smile crossed his lips, and I had to grin. Boy, he was just about out of it. One more time and he would be so dry it would take a week to get juice back in his container. And he probably wouldn’t be able to get a hard-on for days.
I laid down beside him, and stroked his cock. It was still wet and I rubbed the moisture over his hair and on his balls. He didn’t move. I could barely hear a faint groan come from his throat.
“Did you say something, Jeff?” I asked.
“No. No. Nothing.” What a weak reply!
I continued stroking his meathook, but he did not return the treat. His arms lay at his side, unmoving. I pushed my mound of hair against his leg and rubbed, and moved my tits against his arm. No response.
It took quite awhile before I was able to get his prick erect. For a minute or two, I didn’t think I was going to get it up at all. But I was being persistent this time, and succeeded, although it was slow in rising to the occasion. When it was fully erect, I wrapped my hand around it and stroked. Jeff continued to lie there, his eyes closed.
I shifted so that I could use both hands on him. With one, I stroked his meat, with the other, I played with his balls. I increased the tempo with each stroke until my hand was almost a blur. It soon began to cramp and I shifted, but couldn’t do was well with my left hand. When it had rested, I went back to my right hand and pumped even harder and faster. Jeff’s hips began to move.
Regardless of how tired, regardless of how spent, he could do little to withstand the play. He had to react.
When he started responding to my manipulation, I stroked as fast as I could. He was letting out one moan after another. Unable to hold off, he was straining to come. He had to come! His fists clenched and he humped, and humped, and humped.
I squeezed his balls and stroked harder. Then, he peaked. He pushed his hips into the air and held them there. I squeezed harder on his balls and his prick as I stroked.
When he came, I knew he was finished for the day. A very small drop of white liquid escaped from the small hole in his penis. I squeezed his prick and pulled up, forcing out more, but very little came. His hardness was leaving quickly, and I stroked it some more. I stopped when I felt his hand on my arm, a sign of surrender.
I had won. Jeff Reid was fucked out. It was doubtful he could even get a hard-on anytime soon.
I let his limp, aching prick fall between his legs. It was a pitiful sight-wrinkly, grayish now, instead of purple, and the veins were very prominent. Jeff was breathing hard and had moved his hands to his cock. He was rubbing around it, but flinched when he came in contact with the sore head. I grinned a most satisfying grin. But I still had one more thing to do.
I shifted my body to where my pussy was right above Jeff’s face and my back to his feet. I lowered myself until my cunt was on his mouth and began to rotate.
His tongue came out, but with a lot less enthusiasm than before. He attempted to suck, but couldn’t. I pushed down on his face and rubbed. Although his tongue wasn’t doing much good, it was some help. I rode it as much as I could until I came. When I had finished, I moved from the bed and looked at the helpless man lying there.
His shrunken prick was still in place and his face was covered with my wetness.
He was even too tired to wipe it off. His hand was on his stomach, and the other one was on the bed. He hadn’t even bothered to open his eyes. He was fucked out; the macho lover had met his match.
I dressed and slipped quietly from the room, taking one last glance before I left.
The following day, when Jeff checked out, be didn’t say a word, and hardly looked at me. As he walked stiffly toward the door, I smiled, thinking that there was another Napoleon who had met his Waterloo.