Her juices leaked all over the floor, getting her body wet as she lay in a puddle of pussy foam. Her face was swollen with his prong, and he slid back and forth, in and out of her mouth as he rapidly approached climax.
She was moaning and panting for breath. She wanted to be fucked, wanted to feel his hard cock sliding into her pussy, and she tried to release his cock again so that he could fuck her. He refused to let her escape. He was ramming his dick into her face, and she had no choice but to swallow his dick.
"Take it all!" he screamed as he fucked her pussy with his foot. "Suck all of it, baby! Now you're gonna get all of that fucking cock!" he took his balls in his hand and pressed them into her mouth. She was about to gag completely. Her entire face was plugged up with his hot prong, and he pushed both nuts into her mouth and held her head tightly so there would be no escape from his pounding flesh.
"Suck it hard!" he screamed. "Suck it hard, baby! Ohhhhhh! Eat it! Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
He was pounding her frantically now. His thrusting tool we jabbing violently in her face, and he was kicking and stomping her pussy with his foot. Her body was becoming beet red and bruised, and she couldn't free herself from the power of his cock. Her entire body was being fucked.
"Take it! Takeit!" he screamed suddenly.
"Swallow it! Ohhhhhh! I'm coming! Ohhhhhh! Suck that cock! Aiiieeeee! Ohhhhhh! I'm shooting! Suck it! Suck it! Ohhuhhh!"
He smashed his cock so far into her face that the jism just shot down into her belly without even filling up her mouth first. She couldn't swallow the come fast enough. His hot jetting cream spurted out of his prick slit to nearly drown her.
Her knobby clit was being stimulated by his toes. Much of his foot was still jabbed up her cunt, and he pumped his foot harder and faster into her snatch. Her juices streamed out, coating his foot entirely.
Her face was chewing up his cock really hard. She gnawed on his prick head, chomped on his spear, until every last drop of his sperm spilled down her throat. Her tongue sucked hard on his piss slit to gather every drop of cream. He still held her head tightly against his groin, to make sure that she didn't release his dork until there was no more juice to spurt down her throat.
As he pulled his pecker out of her mouth he gave her one more good swift kick in the cunt.
"Take that you fucking whore!" he cried. "Next time I'm really gonna make you suck my dick! What you did was nothing!"
"Please, please do it," she moaned, feeling that she deserved it all. "Do whatever you want with me! Only let me have that cock! I want it again! It's so hard! So big!"
She started to stroke his now-spent penis. There was so much fleshy meat between his legs that she couldn't release it from her grip. She rubbed his balls, aching to feel another shot of juice spurting out of his dong.
"Go to sleep, whore," he snarled. "I'm tired."
"Fuck me, please," she begged. "Ohhhhhh! Fuck me now with that hard meat!"
"Go to sleep," he repeated. "You don't deserve my cock. You ain't good enough for it."
"I know," she whined, "but I want it! I want that cock!"
"No!" he screamed. "Go to sleep!"
She started to climb into the bed with him. She wanted to wrap her arms around the teen. But the boy kicked her violently out of the bed. "Ohhhhh!" she cried as her body landed with a thump on the floor.
"You sleep on the fucking floor," he snarled. "This is my bed, and you don't deserve it. I don't allow no dogs to sleep on my bed." She started to whimper, but the boy rolled over and went to sleep. Doreen was so tired that she fell asleep on the hard cold floor. She knew she deserved it. She had lost her job and her fiance, and now she had lost her dignity.
Doreen Miller slept on the floor that night, dreaming of the teen who hid just humiliated her. It made her get really hot as she slept and she started to fuck herself, pretending that the fingers she had inside her slit were the cock of that young and violent bellboy. She didn't mind sleeping on the floor now. The pleasure of his young and hard cook made it seem worthwhile.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Doreen awoke the next morning with a slight backache. She looked to the bed, but the bellboy was gone. She climbed into it, and tried to get back to sleep.
A knock at the door stirred her from her drowsiness. She opened it, and a housekeeper walked in, glaring hostility at Doreen. "Gotta make the beds," said the woman sourly. "'Scouse me." The woman went about her business brusquely, frying hard to get in Doreen's way. Doreen knew why she was behaving like that. Doreen was a strange, semi-nude woman in the bellboy's room.
"You stayin'?" asked the maid she a about to leave. "'Cause if you ain't stayin', check-out time is noon." The maid slammed the door behind her. Doreen looked at her watch it was after eleven. She didn't quite know what she was going to do. She would have to get back home, but then what? She no longer had a job, and didn't even know how she would pay for the room, assuming in fact that she would be charged for it.
"Forty dollars and fifty-two cents tax," said the desk clerk as she approached it to find out what the charge would be.
"Forty dollars?" she exclaimed. "That's steep."
"Madam, this is the Simpson House. If it's beyond your means, you perhaps shouldn't have stayed here."
"But I wasn't in a room by myself… I mean, it was supposedly occupied already." Doreen realized that she was making a fool of herself. The best thing to do would be to pay it, and get out of then as fast as she could.
She dug into her purse and realized she didn't have the cash. She had luckily brought her checkbook, but when she wrote out the check, she knew she didn't have that much in the bank to cover it. She wrote the check anyway. The school should have a paycheck for her, if she dared ask for it.
Realizing that she needed a job, Doreen told herself she would check the morning newspaper for the want-ads. On the way out, she overheard one of the managers telling another that one of the maids had just quit.
"Excuse me," she said. "But do I understand you need a new maid?" The managers looked at her.
"What experience do you have?" they asked. "Have you worked for hotels before?"
"We… no, but…"
"I'm sorry," they said, looking surprised that this woman had even asked them in the first place.
Doreen turned away. She would have to find a job someplace. Just then, the bellboy reappeared. He had overheard her asking for a job, and he quickly stopped her before she left the hotel.
"Hi," he said. He smiled broadly at her. Doreen wasn't quite sure how to react to him. "I heard you're lookin' for a job."
"Yes," she said. "I'll find one."
"Well, a guy I know might be able to use you," he said. "Come up to my room again after four." Doreen shrugged. It was worth a try. She had to do something.
She went home and took a long hot bath. That made her feel a lot better, and by the time she was dressed again it was just past three. She went over to the hotel and went up to the bellboy's room to wait for him. He we already there, and he let her in. "Where's your friend?" she asked him. "What kind of job is it?"
"He'll be here," said the boy. "You want something to drink?"
"No," she replied. "Well, maybe a small one. A scotch."
"Sure," he replied. As she started to sip her drink, the boy put his arm around her. She squirmed a bit, but felt herself succumbing to his touch. Where was his mind? she wondered. She kept glancing towards the door, but was constantly distracted as the boy started to rub his hands against her breasts.
Doreen was torn between her desire for the boy and her need for a job. Her body was responding to his touch, but she kept telling herself to wait for the other guy to show up. What if he saw her having sex with this bellboy? She would never get any sort of job then.