Before our love-making was ever finished, I knew I had the job as night clerk at the Barton Hotel. Since that time, Jed and I have had many sexual encounters, but my becoming night manager has been mostly on my own doing. I have worked hard, done my job as well, if not better, than most others could have done it, and have become accepted by all the hotel staff as manager. My promotion to night manager also allowed me the apartment at the hotel.
These three years have been interesting, never dull, and I have been involved with, and have seen, some of the wildest sex orgies known or talked about. One was a new experience for me, but one which I enjoyed tremendously and will never forget.
I had been at the hotel a couple of months or so when, one night, a stunning, green eyed blonde checked in. I have always been proud, but not conceited, about my body, but I was downright envious of the shape this girl had.
Her small waist flowed down to perfectly shaped hips, which the clinging dress did nothing to hide. Her breasts looked as if they were ready to burst out of the tight top, and were at least as large as mine. Every man in the hotel had his eyes glued to her as she signed the register and then walked to the elevator. While I was used to the leers, and accepted them as a compliment, and enjoyed them, this girl seemed to be completely oblivious to the men.
While she was signing the register and I was getting her key, she spoke very little, but did give me several beautiful smiles, which revealed even white teeth surrounded by a luscious red mouth. Here is one girl, I thought to myself, who need not worry about working for a living. She could get some rich bastard to take care of her with just a glimpse of those green eyes and that figure.
When the girl entered the elevator, I turned my attention back to my job, and began clearing up some paperwork. The evening was slow and allowed me time to get ahead on some of the things I had to do. I had completely forgotten about the blonde until around eight o’clock when the switchboard lit up. It was her room.
“Miss,” the sultry voice came through, “would you please come to my room? I’m having problems getting the television to work.”
“Certainly, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
I called one of the bellhops and asked him to watch the desk while I went up to assist one of the guests. I boarded the elevator, got off on the third floor, and headed toward room 306. When I tapped lightly on the door, the sultry voice responded “Who is it?” "Miss Logan, the desk clerk. You called about having trouble with the television set.”
“Yes. Come on in. The door is unlocked.”
When I entered, an odd, yet sensual aroma penetrated my nostrils The blonde was dressed in a slinky nightgown, which left little to the imagination, and was lying on the bed, leaning against the headboard. I could hardly take my eyes off her, but finally broke the trance and moved toward the TV stand.
“What seems to be the trouble?” I asked, rather unsteadily. That aroma seemed to be entering my brain, muddling my thoughts. I even imagined my speech was blurred.
“I don’t know,” she said, in a voice that made me glance briefly in her direction.
She was looking straight into my eyes, a look on her face which I couldn’t interpret, and it was all I could do to remember why I was even in her room.
“I tried to turn it on,” she continued, “but nothing happened.”
Almost against my will, I approached the television set and saw right away that it was unplugged. The maids always did that when they cleaned the rooms. There was a large sign over the TV reminding occupants to plug the set into the wall before turning it on.
I bent down and plugged in the unit. Then I moved to the front, without looking at the girl, and turned it on. Immediately, a small white dot appeared, followed shortly by a full picture. I adjusted the set and turned to the girl.
"It was only unplugged. It should be okay now. Is it loud enough for you?”
“Is that all that was wrong? Just unplugged?” she asked, almost in a mimicking voice. “Oh, well, I never was very mechanical.” A slight chuckle came from her luscious throat. Then I noticed it.
There, on the night stand beside her bed, I saw a small container of incense burning. That was the aroma-that was making me so giddy that it was hard to concentrate.
“Well, It should be all right now. Is there anything else you need while I’m here?” For some unexplainable reason, I was standing still, not moving toward the door.
“No, I don’t think so,” she replied, her eyes never leaving mine. “But, if you’d like, you can come over and sit on the bed with me. We could talk. Do you have to go back to the desk right away?”
“No. No. It… it’s a slow night. The bellhop can handle anything that comes up. And he knows where I am.” What am I saying? What am I doing? Christ get out of here, get back to work! “My name is Doris, Chris. Come on over. Sit down.” Doris patted the bed and shifted, giving me room to sit.
As if I was in a trance, I walked to the bed. I seemed to have no resistance, no ability to walk away. Now, closer to the bed, I was also inhaling more of the incense. My bran began reeling faster, yet I was steady, and did not feel like I was going to fall. Only my mind had lost all reason. I sat on the bed and looked into Doris’s eyes.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Chris,” the blonde spoke, as she ran her fingers lightly along my bare arm. “But, of course, you’ve been told that many times, I’m sure.”
Her hand made shivers nm through my body, but I was unable to move from the bed or push her away. Still, I had no idea what she was thinking. It would soon become very clear, however.
“You’re not a virgin, are you, Chris?”
“Wh… what?” The incense. That damn incense.
“You’ve slept with a man before, haven’t you?”
“Yes… yes.” Why was I answering this woman’s questions? “Did you like it?”
“Yes.” My answers were getting clearer now, bolder, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was under her spell.
“How many men have you had, since you lost your cherry? More than one? A dozen?
More?”
Doris’s eyes seemed to get brighter the more she talked. I just couldn’t understand what she was up to.
Almost without hesitation, I replied, “A lot. I don’t really know how many.”
“Have you ever made love to another woman?”
There it is! That’s what this whole thing is about! Doris is a lesbian! “No. I…”
“Don’t knock it, Chris, until you’ve tried it.” Her eyes seemed to be spitting green fire. She moved her hand to my blouse and gently, yet finuly, brushed across my breasts. I noticed that I was breathing heavier, but still did not push her away.
“Stand up, Chris.”
“What…”
“Stand up.” Her voice w low and smooth, certainly not harsh, but I still did as she directed.
“Take off your clothes.”
Without hesitating, I undressed. I stopped when I was down to my bra and panties but, again looking at Doris, I continued and then stood nude before her.
“God, you have a beautiful body,” the blonde said, her voice coming in short gasps. She turned to get off the bed and I saw that she had nothing on. under the gown. The pinkness of her erect nipples was like a beacon, and the soft mound of hair between her legs glistened from the light. Doris stood in front of me and ran her fingers over my body. She lightly touched the nipples of my breasts and then moved to the hair between my legs. I just stood there, erect, not repelling her advances whatsoever. But I could feel the heat inside me beginning to rise.
She bent over and took one of my nipples in her mouth and sucked. I tilted my head back and dosed my eyes. My nipples were the most vulnerable spot on me, and it wasn’t long before my body began to move. I put my hand on her head, then moved it over the smooth skin of her back, down to her buttocks, and into her anus. Suddenly, she stood up, a slight grin on her face, as she looked at me.
“Do you want me to stop, Chris?”
“No. No. Please, don’t.” What was I saying? I like my sex the normal way, with a man, not with another woman. Yet, here I was, begging for her to continue.
That damn incense. It must be that incense.
Doris led me to the bed and, when I was on my back, she bent over and kissed me on the lips. It was a hot, moist kiss, no tongue play, but one that stirred my innermost emotions. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to me. Her hand was roaming my body, creating sparks everywhere it touched. I heard a low moan escape from my throat as Doris kissed my breasts and moved down my stomach to my crotch.
Without the slightest resistance, I spread my legs. Doris was turned so that her buttocks were near my head and I ran my hand over her back, across her rear, and into the crevice between her legs. She moved so that I would have more room and I gently rubbed her cunt opening with one hand while with the other I massaged my breasts and tweaked the nipples.
My body was beginning to gyrate, as was Doris’s, and when she put her mouth on my cunt, I almost went crazy. She moved to where her legs straddled my head and I was looking straight into the juicy opening of her box. The blonde hairs glistened from the moisture which had already accumulated around the opening.
Then I felt her mouth kissing my cunt and her tongue riding its ridges. I couldn’t have stopped her now if I had wanted to. She had me on the emotional level of near insanity. All I wanted her to do was eat me, make my cunt quiver, and let me release all my juices.
Her hips were moving and I could tell she wanted some of the same treatment. I pulled her toward me and flicked her clitoris with my tongue. Her moan was even louder than mine had been and she began eating my pussy eagerly, starvingly. My hips were moving at what seemed a mile a minute and I put my tongue deep into her hot box. I moved it around inside, touching every part of her cunt, making her come again and again. I met her with my own flood and even after we had climaxed at least three or four times, we continued eating away at each other, neither of us wanting to terminate the bliss which enveloped us.
However, we did eventually cease. Doris knelt beside me and with a tissue cleaned first my face and then hers.
“How did you like that, Chris? Do you feel empty?”
All I could do was nod my head. I didn’t think I could come again for a week. I felt completely drained.
Doris lay beside me and we held each other in our arms, our bodies close together, our mounds of damp hair entwining, and our breasts pushing against each other. We kissed several times and Doris ran her fingers down my back, across my side, up to my breasts, and gently pinched the nipples.
Rolling me onto my back, she kissed my breasts and nibbled and sucked the nipples. Although drained, my emotions were soon aroused. I pulled her to where I could reach her breasts and returned the favor. She fluffed my mound of hair with her fingers and then moved to the opening. My cunt was still warm and moist and her fingers glided over the lips easily and sensually. She pushed her finger deep inside me and I lifted to meet her thrust. Moving it around so as to touch every part of me, she soon had my head and body reeling.
Suddenly, Doris removed her finger and jumped off the bed. Without uttering a word, she went to her suitcase and took out an odd-looking object, odd until I got a closer look.
It was shaped like a penis and had a belt running through the base of it. Doris put it around her hip and if I hadn’t been so hot, I would have laughed. Have you ever seen a woman standing in the middle of a room, with two large boobs staring at you, and an erect penis standing out between her legs? What is that?” I asked, stunned at what I saw.
“Feel, it,” she said, as she stood by the bed.
It was large, huge in fact, bigger than any prick I had ever seen. But it felt smooth, just like a man’s penis, and even had the large vein underneath. It was shaped so the skin was pulled back, and had a large, inviting head proudly aiming straight ahead.
“Ever had one that big in you before?”
“No,” I replied, without taking my eyes off that huge rod.
“Well, you will now. I’m going to fuck you just like a man would do.”
Before I could say anything Doris was on top of me and had the prick at my opening.
“Spread your legs. You’re wet down there, so this won’t hurt at all. In fact, I believe you’ll like it.”
Without voicing any dissent, I did as instructed. I felt the hard pole penetrate my cunt and slowly slide up the recesses of my box. It did feel good.
God, did it feel good!
I lifted my hips to allow deeper penetration and when Doris had shoved it as far as it would go, I humped several times against it.
“How does that feel?” she asked.
“Good. Good. Fuck me, Doris, fuck me. Hard.”
She took me at my word and slammed against me as hard and as deep as she could.
It thought my insides were going to come apart, but I kept asking for more.
“Deeper. Deeper. Ah. Oh. That’s it. Deeper. Damn, that’s good.”
Doris’s large, beautiful melons were dangling in my face. I grabbed one in each hand and roughly rubbed them, biting at the nipples, and sucking as hard as I could.
“Easy, easy. You’re hurting.”
I eased off some, but continued pinching and sucking the nipples.
“Are you ready to come?” Doris asked, as she pounded into me with the artificial cock.
“Yes. Yes.” I gasped as the pole plowed deeper and deeper into me. I could hardly stand it and when I did open the gates to my fluid, it seemed to come out like a tidal wave. I wrapped my legs around Doris and pushed as hard as I could against her, savoring every drop of juice that I released.
When I had no more to empty out, I fell back on the bed, rubbing my stomach, my insides aching where she had rammed the rod so hard. But, I felt good sideto6.
Although I had stopped coming, Doris continued fucking me for a few more minutes. Then she quit. She got off the bed, went to the bathroom, and I heard water running. Moments later, she was back on the bed, handing me the tool.
“Now, it’s your turn. Fuck me. And do it hard. Be brutal if you have to, but fuck me hard-and deep.”
I did as my master instructed. Belting the penis to my waist, I climbed between her legs and inserted the dildo in her hole. She was hot, hotter than I had been, if that was possible, and immediately wrapped her legs around my waist.
Without delaying, she took my fits in her mouth and chewed away. She was much more gentle than I had been and I enjoyed her manipulations.
“Harder. Harder.”
I thought my back would break, I was ramming her so hard, but she kept asking for more.
“Deeper. Deeper. Ah, that’s it it’s good. Ram it home again, just like that.
Oh. Oh. Ah.”
While I was trying so hard to satisfy Doris, I had almost forgotten that she was playing with my tits. Suddenly, I felt that familiar twinge between my legs. Lord, don’t tell me I’m ready to come again!
Before I could think anymore about it, I felt Doris's legs tighten around my waist and she pulled me to her, kissing me feverishly on the mouth and humping wildly against the prick. She continued like that for what seemed like several minutes, then collapsed.
The only problem-now I was in the mood to unload again!
I stayed on top of her and slowly moved the penis around inside her. Doris must have realized what I wanted because she began playing with my breasts, kissing and sucking them. Soon, I was pumping her again, but not to have her come. I wanted to shoot my wad. I had nothing in my hole, yet I was like a firecracker, ready to explode. Then, it happened. The gates opened again and I felt my juice flow. I continued rubbing against Doris until I was completely empty, then fell forward and she took me in her arms.
I never saw Doris again. I wasn’t working when she checked out the following morning. But I’ll never forget her. She put me through an orgy the likes of which I have never experienced since. Maybe someday, we’ll meet again.