One lazy autumn evening, I had a visitor to my apartment, a visitor I will never forget. I was off duty and had no particular plans. The hotel business had been extremely hectic the past few weeks so I simply lounged around, dressed casually in slacks and a pullover sweater. I was watching television when the doorbell rang.
Oh, no, I thought to myself. Don’t tell me it’s someone from the desk.
When I opened the door, I was face-to-face with a tall, deeply tanned man, muscular in build, with shining eyes, dark hair, and white teeth.
“Miss Logan?” His voice was deep and contained a hint of authority.
He pulled a card from his coat and handed it to me. “I’m Joe Gordon, general manager of Stanford Hotels.”
Stanford Hotels! One of the biggest chains in the country, and one of the most successful. They had inns in just about every major city and many overseas.
“Won’t you come in, Mr. Gordon.” I stepped aside as he entered the room. The cologne he was wearing was neither loud nor sharp, but one with a very subdued, enticing aroma. His walk, like his voice, had authority-not cocky, just a sureness.
“Have a seat. Would you like a drink?”
“Yes, please. Whisky and soda if you have it.”
While I was at the small bar, which was situated in a corner of the apartment, I glanced at my visitor. He had noticed me, of that there was no doubt. But now he was looking over the surroundings, which, I like to congratulate myself for, were tastefully decorated. He took the drink from me and smiled a thank you.
“Miss Logan, I don’t know if you are familiar with the Stanford Hotels.”
“Oh, yes, Mr. Gordon, quite familiar. I’ve worked here for three years and your name, or rather, Stanford, has been mentioned many times.”
“Miss Logan, we continually scour the country for potential employees, people we think would fit into our organization. On several occasions, some of our scouts have stayed here at the Barton and your name has been recommended to our head office.”
“Thank you, Mr. Gordon. That is quite an honor.” In this, I was sincere. But, I wondered if any of the dozens of men I had gone to bed with during the past three years was one of Stanford’s scouts? “I don’t know if it’s an honor, Miss Logan,” Gordon replied, evidently not one to be overly impressed with names and reputations, “but we are interested in you for our managerial training program. We’ve checked out your record and talked with Mr. Barton." “He stated he would hate to lose you, that you had done an outstanding job for him. On the other hand, he realizes your future here is limited, and has agreed that if you would be interested in joining the Stanford team, he would wish you only the best.”
“Thank you for the interest and compliments, Mr. Gordon, but I don’t know if I really want to leave the Barton. I’ve enjoyed my employment here, and would hate to leave. It’s a small hotel and all the employees are like a close-knit family.”
“I realize that, Miss Logan, but by the same token, with Stanford, you would have an opportunity to travel, and the pay is exceptional, as are the fringe benefits. May I ask what Mr. Barton is paying you now?”
“Two hundred and fifty dollars a week, plus this apartment.”
“Our managerial trainees start at that salary and then, after six months, when placed in a hotel, the salary is increased to three hundred and fifty dollars a week. We also provide an apartment in the hotel." “From the information gathered from your record, you probably wouldn’t have to spend six months in training. More than likely, you could be placed in one of our hotels within three months. After all, your experience counts for much.”
We continued talking for quite some time. Evidently, the alcohol was beginning to take effect. I was feeling a little woozy and could tell Joe was getting light-headed. I fixed us another drink and this time, instead of returning to my chair, I sat on the couch beside him. His eyes were taking in more of my body, now that business talk was dwindling, and I soon realized what was on his mind. When I turned to say something to him, he took me in his arms and kissed me hard on the mouth. I returned his kiss and when I did, I felt his hand on my breasts.
I didn’t reject his advances and felt his hand move under my sweater, where he cupped my breast and massaged it through the bra. Our tongues were doing a tango with each other and we were both breathing heavily, panting in anticipation, and when I placed my hand on his hard, throbbing cock, he squeezed my breast. We broke from the embrace and undressed, without bothering going to the bedroom. When we were completely nude, he looked me over and gave a low whistle.
“God, Chris, what a body.”
His wasn’t so bad, either. His muscular body wasn’t part of the clothing, it was for real. He had narrow hips and where his legs came together a huge, stiffening cock, surrounded by curly dark hairs, was rising to greet me. I could hardly wait to feel that meathook inside me.
Joe lowered me to the couch and I spread my legs, waiting for his entry. He sucked on my nipples as I felt his pole penetrate my already wet opening.
Raising my hips to meet him, he slowly pushed forward until he was all the way in. We had played around so much that I knew it wouldn’t be long before either of us shot off. While he pumped, deep and hard, I lifted my body to meet his every thrust. He was pounding home, and the size of his cock thrilled me to the point where I was ready to shoot my wad at any moment.
Joe kissed me and pushed his tongue inside my mouth. When he did, I felt him ram home and release his juice. I came with him, wrapping my legs around his waist and lifting my body to meet his. Our come met in a frenzy, filling my hole with the white liquid, as both Joe and I continued to flood. I don’t know how much fluid was in my pussy when we finally quit, but I believe it would have filled a glass.
Drained and breathing heavily, I let my legs ease back to the couch. Joe pushed his hips into me, not wanting to remove his prick and break the rapture. We kissed and sucked and bit at my nipples. Soon, I felt his cock getting bigger and it wasn’t long before we were at it again. This time, however, our screwing lasted longer and we enjoyed it more. For a good thirty minutes we must have just fucked, with Joe doing all kinds of things with his cock-rotating it inside me, pulling it out and slowly pushing it home, then, just as suddenly, ramming it hard.
His maneuvers set me on fire and I was again raised to the peak. I lifted my hips and fucked him as hard as he was fucking me. When we came this time, he had less juice to release, but did manage to put a little more in my box.
Again, Joe did not pull out his prick. Instead, he kept it in and once more manipulated my titties. I didn’t know if either of us could come again, but I didn’t ask him to move.
It was several minutes before I felt that core inside me harden. When it was at full staff, I twisted to where I was on top of Joe. He took a tit in each hand and massaged them. As I rode his rod, he raised his hips to meet me and, at the same time, sucked my nipples, putting both of them in his mouth at the same time.
I was on my knees, riding his cock, but very slowly, enjoying the long piece of meat sliding easily and smoothly in and out of my hole. This was even better than the first two times, and I intended to make it last. When I mounted Joe, I had just happened to glance at the clock. It had said seven o’clock. When I looked up again, still astride Joe, it was seven forty-five, and neither of us was on the verge of coming. I was intrigued by the length of time we had been fucking. Never before had I done it this long without coming.
We continued our slow maneuvers, both enraptured by the thrill of it all, but Joe’s play with my tits, I knew, would eventually work its magic.
“Are you ready to come?” I asked, feeling my gates beginning to strain.
“Just about. Give me another minute or two.”
Joe didn’t miss his forecast. Within a couple of minutes, he pushed me upright, to where I was sitting on top of him and the full length of his pole was inside me. I felt his come splash my walls and then I joined him, adding a second coat. I rotated my body on his cock, causing him to spurt even more juice. As for myself, I drained my container. There just wasn’t any left when we finally broke apart.
This Joe Gordon was quite a stud. Three times he had fucked me, without once pulling his cock from my box. That was some feat for a man!
After a short rest, we went to the bathroom and washed off. I finished first and was standing in the bedroom, by the bed, with my back to the bathroom door, when I felt him come up behind me. He put his arms around me, took a breast in each hand, and slowly massaged. I could feel his prick hanging between his legs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the massage. When I pushed my body to his, I could feel his rod stiffen.
Continuing to manipulate my tits with one hand, he dropped the other to my cunt mount and slowly rubbed, entwining the hair, moving to the slit, and then back to my mound. I was soon responding to his play by pushing against his cock and moving my hips. Joe pushed my shoulders forward until I was over the bed. I leaned on the bed with my hands, my hips facing him, and both feet on the floor. He put his finger on my cunt opening and rubbed, causing me to moan and move my hips. When my cunt was juicy, I felt his stiff rod head for home.
Placing a hand on each hip, he pulled my body up to where he could enter my hole better. Soon, we were fucking dog-fashion, with me still on the floor and on my feet.
Bent over this way gave Joe ready access to my pussy and allowed him to penetrate deeply, which he did. He pulled his prick almost all the way out and then slowly pushed it home. I could feel it rub my wall all the way, and it caused a terrific sensation inside my box. My nipples were itching and needed some biting and sucking, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was bracing myself on the bed with both hands and Joe needed his hands to support my hips.
Soon, Joe began ramming home harder and harder. I was on the verge of coming and knew he was, too. Moving the best I could without falling, I put one hand on his balls and squeezed. He rammed home so hard I thought his cock would come through my throat. When he did, I felt his fluid hit my box, at the same time I joined him. I pushed back against his body as hard as I could, feeling his cock straining inside me as his come seeped from its small opening.
When we were finished, I fell forward on the bed, on my stomach. Joe, his prick wet and drooping, lay down beside me and rubbed my back.
“Chris,” he said, his breath coming in short gasps, “not that this has anything what so ever to do with your coming to Stanford, but I have never had a woman like you before. Usually, one time and they’re through. But, you I believe you could come almost continuously.”
I hadn’t thought much about it before, but did know that I had little difficulty reaching a climax. When I had gone with the four men that night, long ago, I had continued to come, even when the men had to wait until their tanks were replenished.
“I don’t know about that, Joe, but I do enjoy sex, with a good partner, that is. And you certainly qualify in that category.”
“Chris, if you do decide to come to ‘Stanford,’ and I hope you do, you and I will be working a lot together and, maybe, well be able to do this more often.
But, I’ll tell you this, if you accept Stanford, I’m keeping you to myself.
I’ll be damned if I’ll let the other men know what I’ve discovered.”
We laughed and kissed. Our bodies were close and I could feel his cock hardening. Talk about me being able to come repeatedly, he didn’t do such a bad job himself!
Joe rolled me over on my back, then got on his knees. He deftly and expertly lightly ran his fingers over my entire body, teasingly moving across my again erect nipples, down over my stomach, inside my thighs, just barely brushing my hairy mound. I closed my eyes and reveled in his play.
His maneuvers sent chills of passion all through my body, but I didn’t want to move, not yet. I was enjoying it too much. But, soon, my legs began to open, as his fingers moved up the inside of my thighs, pressed against my cunt, and then back to my nipples. I felt the bed move and then Joe had his head between my thighs. He gently bit into my mound and I let out a soft, low groan. I put my hands on his buttocks and rubbed, then moved to his balls and massaged them gingerly. Joe kissed my cunt lips and I raised my hips to meet him. At the same time, he moved to where his steel-hard cock was now just inches above my mouth.
I skinned his meat back and licked at the large head. I knew this was one cock I would never be able to swallow whole, but I was willing to try.
Joe licked my cunt and more moans and groans came from my throat. I liked the normal sex act, but being eaten was a wonderful, side dish. I was still playing with his balls, and licking at his cock with my tongue. Biting gently into his staff caused him to moan pleasurably, and his hips began to move. I ran my tongue over the head of his cock and around the rim, then pulled it into my mouth, just to where I could take the bulb. I bit gently and sucked hard. When I did, Joe tried to lower himself to where all of his prick was in my mouth. I held him back with my hands and when he felt me press against him, he eased up and let me lead the way.
In the meantime, he was busily chewing my cunt lips, darting his tongue in and out of my hot box, and otherwise causing me to experience delirious feelings. I was gyrating my hips toward him, unable to control my movements. The hotter I became, the more I sucked on his throbbing prick, and the morel took into my mouth. I was becoming overly excited and squeezed his balls too hard, whereupon he yelped. I eased off but didn’t cease sucking his enormous prick.
Joe shoved his. tongue inside my box and moved it around, touching my walls, driving me crazy. I chewed at his cock, sucking as I did, gobbling at it until I had almost the entire length in my mouth. I almost choked but swallowed and continued sucking and gnawing. My climax preceded Joe’s, because when he again shoved his tongue deep into my box, I raised my hips and humped, unloading my fluid. Evidently, he knew or felt it because he lapped like a puppy after milk as I emitted one spurt after another, all the time sucking harder and harder on his cock.
I finished coming before Joe could even shoot off. As my hips slowly fell back on the bed, he continued kissing inside my thighs and along my even wetter box.
I sucked and sucked his prick, massaged his balls, and from his reaction, knew he couldn’t be far from coming. Since I had been drained, Joe’s kissing my cunt and sucking the lips couldn’t get me going this soon, but it did feel good, oh, so good. But I returned to his throbbing cock and concentrated on getting him to unload.
Pushing him up a little, I took just his head in my mouth and tongued and sucked. This must have been the magic touch, because Joe moaned and groaned, and moved his hips wildly. Then, suddenly, he shoved his meat down my throat. I thought I would gag, but there was little I could do about it, as his warm liquid sprayed my tonsils and flowed on down to my stomach. All I could do was swallow and gasp for air. I squeezed his balls, helping him empty his container, but didn’t think I would last much longer. If he didn’t finish coming soon, I knew I would either choke to death, or drown from his come.
Joe did finish, though, and then rolled over on the bed, his feet toward my head and my feet toward his.
“No way. No way.”
“What?” I asked, perplexed at what he mumbled.
“I mean, there’s just no way I’ll ever tell anyone about you. Baby, you’re something I want to keep forever, all to myself.”
I placed my hand on his limp, strained cock and squeezed an appreciative answer.
We lay there for several minutes, regaining our strength, and without speaking.
Soon, however, I felt his hand playing with my mound. I did not respond for a while, but then placed my hand on his cock and played with his rod and balls.
Shortly, his staff began to rise, just as his finger play was causing the heat to build up between my legs.
I moved one leg across his chest, to where I was spread-eagle. Joe responded by placing his right leg across my body. I looked down and could see his meat coming to attention. I massaged his balls, rubbed his anus and stroked his rod.
He played with my cunt lips, running his finger across the surface, just light enough to cause a terrific sensation in my box. He continued manipulating until I was extremely wet and then he moistened his finger and moved to my anus.
Spreading my buttocks, he shoved his dampened finger into the small hole. A sharp pain went through me when he first put his finger inside, then the pain subsided, to be replaced by a sensation not as enjoyable as had it been in my cunt, but not really too bad. I massaged his balls even more and stroked his ever-rising cock.
Joe didn’t leave his finger in my asshole very long, but soon returned to my joy box. When he pushed his finger into my cunt, I lifted my hips, indicating I was ready for some finger-fucking I stroked his meat harder now, reacting to his playing. His hips began to move and I knew he was also ready for a hand job.
As I stroked his cock harder and faster, Joe put three fingers in my cunt and manipulated them against my walls. It was all I could do to keep from having an orgasm. His fingers filled my box and his moving them around caused all kinds of delightful feelings inside me. I was humping wildly, grunting, twisting my breasts and pinching the nipples, trying desperately to come. My hand was moving like a blur on his cock and he, too, was raising and lowering his hips, responding to my strokes.
It was easier for me to beat his meat than it was for him to finger-fuck me, due to our positions, but he accomplished the mission. I crossed with my legs, entrapping his hand as my gates opened and coated his fingers with my juices.
At the same time, I felt a warm liquid on my hand. Opening my eyes, I saw the white fluid coming out of the small hole and I squeezed his rod, beginning at the base and pulling upward, forcing out the last drop in his container. I continued doing this as long as I had an ounce of juice inside me and there was a trace of fluid coming from Joe’s joy stick.
Slowly, my movements subsided, and my hips eased to the bed. I opened my legs, allowing Joe to pull his hand away. My hand was still on his cock, which was getting soft, and the juice was on my hand, his stomach and matted in his dark hair.
We were bushed and soon dropped, off to sleep.
Before Joe returned to his room that night, we had several more bouts in the bed, each just as enjoyable as the previous one. When he finally left my apartment, I had decided to join the Stanford team. Not only did I look forward to more sack time with Joe, but the opportunities the job presented were too many to turn away from.