Roland DeForrest - The Erotic Quest of Dirk and Honey

“Miss Wildon, I… I…” He fumbled to put his still-stiff dick back into his trousers.

“Don’t be shy,” she insisted and moved to him, catching his trembling hands. She grazed the moist cap of his hard cock with her hand and locked eyes with him. “Let’s help each other, all right?” She brushed his hands away and clasped his thick appendage firmly.

He gasped with pleasure, his confusion and uncertainty apparent. “Miss Wildon…”

“Please, call me Honey. Does this door have a key?”

He nodded and jerked his head toward a large brass key hanging on a nail by the door jamb. She let go of him, took the key, locked the door, and replaced the key on the nail. Evan Bell stared in disbelief as she took off her suit jacket, hung it on the nail, and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. “You have a beautiful cock, Mr. Bell,” she said easily. “Why don’t you get undressed so I can see the rest of you?” She tugged off her blouse and displayed her treasures for him. The soft fullness of her pale breasts shone in the light from the single bulb overhead. And still the manager stared, his rigid tool pointing at her like a silent, one-eyed observer.

Smiling at her good fortune, she stepped out of her high heels and unzipped her skirt. Yanking it down, she folded it carefully and placed it on a nearby stack of fresh towels. “Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked, standing only in her pale pink, low-cut silk panties.

With a start, as if suddenly awakened from a deep sleep, he began tearing off his clothes, flinging them aside until he too was nude. His chest and thighs were covered with an appealing, downy fuzz. She stepped close, rubbing her nipples over the soft mat of his chest. His thickness below the waist poked into her belly and she kissed him lightly on the lips, one hand behind his head, then sank to her knees.

Taking his iron-hard rod in both hands, she traced its length with her tongue, following the intricate pattern of thick blue veins. She took one of his balls in her lips, washing it with her tongue, and then did the same with the other, finally putting both in her mouth, applying pressure gently. Returning her attention to the blood-red cap, she smothered it with kisses, making it wet and sticky with her saliva, before sucking it deeply into her mouth.

He groaned with desire, his hands kneading her shoulders, and began pumping his hips, driving his peter in and out of her mouth. She opened wide, swallowing it fully, her nose buried in his kinky pubic hair. She could feel the thick head pushing deep into her throat, and could see the rapid rising and falling of his belly button. With expertise gained through years of continual practice, she worked her wonders on his pulsating penis.

When it began to twitch uncontrollably and his balls contracted upward into their fleshy sack, she deduced he was on the brink of coming. Teasingly she let his penis slip from her mouth. Grabbing a few clean sheets from the lowest shelf, she placed them on the floor, then lay back on them to wiggle out of her panties. She smiled sweetly and parted her creamy thighs, displaying the fiery red of her bush. “My turn now,” she said.

He sank between her knees and, with an excited growl, flung her long legs up over his shoulders. For a brief second he surveyed her tantalizing pussy, noting the rose-colored petals lining the entrance to the portal of her pleasure, before sticking in his tongue. She was already wet with desire, and that only increased his ardor. Locking feverishly onto her lust-trigger, he pummeled it with his blunt tongue.

Delighting in his knowledgeable ways, she lay back, her hands roaming her body, caressing her breasts, squeezing and releasing the hard nubs of her nipples, losing herself again in the delicious sensations of erotic stimulation coursing through her system.

All too soon, Bell rose up to jam his hardness into her inflamed trench. “You are so-o-o beautiful,” he rasped, and rammed at her like an overeager schoolboy. She wished he would slow down, but his momentum only picked up. His zestful groans increased also, and she feared he was ready to climax. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she shoved him up, ordering, “Lie down on your back.”

Unwillingly he withdrew his cock and flopped over on his back. Straddling him, she took hold of his thick, slippery dick and carefully sat on it, easing it all the way into her demanding box. Firmly in control now, she put her hands on his chest and began to rock up and down with a slow, easy rhythm. Her heavy, pale breasts swayed and he latched on to them fiercely, as if they were handles and he was trying to enter her very soul.

Carefully watching his face, she rode his pogo stick up and down, up and down, not shortchanging her own pleasure, but more interested in how far away he was from climaxing. When his eyes fluttered closed and his thighs stiffened beneath her, she stopped altogether, pulling off him. “No, No,” he moaned in agony. “I’m almost there…”

She lay full out on him, and as he squirmed under her, trying to push back into her heated, dripping cunt, she ordered him throatily, “Tell me about the girl.”

His eyes registered dismay. “I can’t…”

“You mean, you won’t ,” she corrected. “You’re holding back something, aren’t you?”

“Let me come, then we’ll talk.”

“If you won’t cooperate with me, why should I with you?” She rolled off him and sat up, reaching for her panties.

“Please… I beg of you…” he groaned, groping for her.

“Turn about is fair play,” she said breezily.

“I… I could lose my job.”

She curled close again, whispering, “No one will ever know but us.” She grabbed his hard, wet peter and stroked it. “The girl was registered here, wasn’t she?”

Eyes closed, he nodded minutely.

She stepped up the tempo on his trembling dick. “What’s her name?”

He shook his head, responding grimly, “I never knew.”

She applied more pressure and more speed. “Who was she registered with?”

He was silent and she released his dick, letting it flop back with a smack onto his belly. He rushed to take up where she had left off, beating his own meat frantically. “Evan,” she said huskily, “I promise, no one will learn that you told… or that I saw you with that maid. Now, once again, who was the young blonde girl with?”

He thrust his hard cock into her hand. “Her father,” he said almost inaudibly. “A multimillionaire recluse who demanded anonymity.”

She rose up over him again and, with deliberate slowness, sat once more on his tormented thickness. He sighed and began bucking his hips, driving it into her. She let him continue for a moment, then whispered, “What’s his name? Her father?”

“Barnabas… Havelock…”

She frowned and bounced. “Never heard of him. What’s he look like?”

“I never saw him… only his men and the girl.” He fell to pumping silently.

“Has this Barnabas Havelock stayed here before?”

“No… please, let’s just fuck…”

“We are fucking. Where is this Havelock from?”

“I don’t know…” he wheezed.

“Did he leave a forwarding address?”

“I think so… I’d have to check.”

“You promised to tell me if he did?”

“Anything, yes… anything…”

“Of course, darling. Would you like to be on top?”

Ecstatically he rolled her over and, with renewed enthusiasm, began humping her like crazy. His cock was so hot, his urgency so great, she soon found herself on a hurtling rollercoaster of lust, careening wildly to reach her ultimate goal together with him. Intense flames consumed her consciousness, and with a loud squeal of joy she began to pop a firecracker string of explosive climaxes. His cock contracted within her and suddenly burst, shooting a load of gism deep inside her. Moaning in contentment, he collapsed on her full breasts.