“Just finished a cup, John. Thanks, anyway.”
“Anything else I can do for you?”
I laid down the papers that I had been reading and looked at him.
“What’s on your mind, John? You didn’t come in here just to bring me a cup of coffee.”
Undaunted, he walked to the desk and looked me straight in the eyes.
“No, Miss Logan, that isn’t why I came in. I want to screw you, and I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I started working here.”
“John, what are you saying?” I was astonished at his bluntness, but not taken aback. I knew that had been on his mind.
“Fire me. What the hell do I care. I’m going to leave here day after tomorrow anyway. But before I go, I want to make love to you. I want to take those beautiful tits and kiss and bite and suck ‘em. I want to push my prick into your cunt so bad I can taste it. And I might even want to do that, I wasn’t flabbergasted by what he was saying, but by his frankness. I had never heard anyone be as open about it as he was. I guess, since he would be leaving the hotel soon, he figured he had nothing to lose.
“John, I…“
“Wait, Miss Logan. I don’t think I’m upsetting you, for I doubt that you’re a virgin. No one would have a body like you do by keeping it shrouded in mystery, untouched. And I’m not going to rape you. I want you to enjoy it, too. I have a good size hunk of meat hanging I think I can give you a good time.”
I sat there, dumbfounded. That familiar twinge was between my legs, because his words had stirred me. I didn’t want to give in so easily though, but I knew he meant what he said. I could push him out the door and have no further problem with him. And yet, I wasn’t sure that was what I wanted to do.
“John, why me? I’m sure there are plenty of girls who would go to bed with you, and if you’re as well endowed as you seem to think you are, I’m certain they would enjoy it and give you a good time."
John walked to the door and locked it. Before I could say anything, he unzipped his pants and exposed his cock. It was big, the largest I had ever seen! I don’t know if I could even take it. What am I saying? “Please,” I said, “zip up your pants.”
“Come on, Miss Logan. Right here. Right now. Let’s have a little set-to. But if you really want me to, I’ll leave.”
My eyes dropped to that giant hunk of meat, which wasn’t even erect. That twinge between my legs was getting more prominent and I felt an aching sensation in my nipples.
“I… I…"
John walked to the desk, his cock still hanging out, and pulled me to him.
Without saying a word, he placed my hand on his prick and the second I touched it, it sprang up. He kissed me full on the lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth. Slipping his hand inside my blouse, he gently and lovingly rubbed my breasts. I realized that my hand was still on his hardening cock, but instead of removing it, I squeezed.
John’s hand dropped to my crotch and he rubbed with an expert touch. Moving his hand behind me, he unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. He then squeezed my crotch again and rubbed between my legs. A low moan escaped from my throat. I was still holding onto his ever-enlarging tool and began slowly stroking it.
Without breaking the kiss, he unbuttoned my blouse, removed it, and then unsnapped my bra. When my breasts were free, he teasingly played with the nipples and massaged the globes. He continued this for a few minutes, then undressed himself. Stepping back, he looked me over.
“Goddamn, you look just like I thought you would. You should put your body on display and charge men a thousand dollars just to look at you. You would be wealthy in no time.”
Without giving me a chance to reply, he had me in his arms, pushing his body against mine. After removing my panties, I could feel his pole against my mound Gently, he pushed me back on the desk and spread my legs. I was already wet from the excitement and he had no difficulty in penetrating my hole. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He moved slowly at first, very gentle, very loving, stroking with care, and giving me a wonderful sensation. I moved with him, enjoying the bigness of his cock. It filled up every nook and cranny inside me and my box seemed glad to open up and let it in.
Lying as I was, with my breasts pointing straight up, gave John ready access to playing with his toys. His fingers deftly covered my body, while he was at the same time increasing his body strokes. He would rub my nipples for only an instant, then travel over the rest of my body, then back to my nipples. It was a thrilling sensation-his light touch-and made me increase my movements with big.
Switching from the pumping motion, he pushed as hard as he could against me and began moving his body, rubbing me joyfully. His cock was causing me to go into orbit. I rubbed against him and it sent even more thrills through me.
“Are you ready to come?” he asked, softly.
“Yes,” I breathlessly replied. “Come with me.”
That was all it took. He grabbed my breasts, pulled his cock back until it was almost out, then brought it home.
Our orgasms were like tidal waves. Our juices met and we were humping like mad, anxious to get each drop out, yet not wanting this paradise to end. I was pulling at his arms, putting my hands on the exposed parts of my breasts. I was wild. Finally, when I had nothing left, I moaned and my legs dropped from his waist.
John didn’t pull away. He pushed in closer, not wanting his shrinking prick to come out. He leaned over and kissed me. I returned the kiss and our tongues did a tango. He rubbed my breast and my hand traveled along his back. We continued like this for several minutes, playing, kissing, and I felt his cock beginning to rise again. Soon, we were once more fucking, this time, however, slower, easier, enjoying it even more than the first.
John withdrew his penis and pulled me from the desk. Taking me in his arms, he gave me a long, lingering kiss, which I gladly returned. We moved to the small couch on the far side of the room and lay facing each other. We began foreplay again and it wasn’t long before we were ready for another round.
John’s penis was as hard as steel and I rolled him over on his back. Sliding down slowly, I felt the monster penetrate my ever-widening box. I sat down on his body and had the entire length of his cock inside me. Then, I began a circular motion. He played with my breasts and rubbed the mound, of hair between my legs. I don’t know what happened, but before I could say anything, almost without warning, I tightened my legs against his sides and felt my juice spurt. I came and wasn’t really expecting it! “Don’t quit now, honey,” John said. “I want to come and want it to shoot up inside your box. Stay where you are.”
I had no intention of moving, and began my circular motion again. That must have been what did it, because I came twice more before he even came once. But when he did, he flooded me, even more than the first time he came. I don’t know where he got it, but he was loaded with juice.
Again, we lay side by side on the couch. This time, however, there was no immediate return to sex play. We were both empty. It would be a little while, before we could replenish our supply.
But the time came, and John mounted me and put his throbbing meathook in my waiting pussy. We were good sex-mates. Each of is liked it slow and easy, to spread it out, enjoy it longer. We must have done a good half hour of steady fucking, never stopping, just continual pumping and humping. But it felt so good that neither of us wanted to come. It couldn’t last though, because the emotions can take only so much enticement, then they have to explode. Ours did-fully, completely.
John had to leave, so we got off the couch and walked back to the desk, where we had laid our clothes.
“Well, Chris, was the interlude worth it?”
I gave him a long, passionate kiss. That was my answer.
He returned the kiss and pressed against my body. I could feel his prick hardening, and pulled away.
“Do you have to go?” I asked, wishing in many ways he could stay.