M. Pelletils: The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 1

I was getting quite excited by his obscene descriptions and I wanted him to come on my stockings… to have him spurting his spunk over my legs. Seeing it shoot out of his cock… at the same time I flooded my fingers with my juices…

I was too far gone with masturbating to bother about being fucked or being sucked… I wanted him to come in this obscene way more than anything else… My spunk was rising in my body and I urged him to come on my stockings… I couldn't hold myself back very much longer… I needed to come! My fingers were flying in and out of my slit in a tremendous speed… I was dripping wet… juice flowing down my legs… Jim jacked off in unison with me, wanking his throbbing dick like a madman… The veins were standing out on his dick and slimy pre-fuck dripped from the tiny slit in the glans… We made a soppy noise-both of us were not far from coming…

And then, suddenly… his first burst of sperm shot out of his cock! It landed exactly on the top of my stocking, right at my hand… I frigged myself at an even more murderous pace and I shouted obscenities at Jim, who moaned and groaned, bringing his sap forth…

“I'm coming… you darling… I'm coming by jacking off… I'm creaming for you, my darling… give me your spunk… all of it… flood me with it… make me sticky with it… give me your sperm… I want it… I waaaaaaan't iiiiit… spunk… spunk… you prick… spunk…”

Still more spunk was landing on my stockings and I couldn't resist the urge to take some up with the fingers of my other hand. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I licked my fingers, closing my eyes in delight as I did so. Wads of sticky sperm were landing on my stockings now and some of it hit my dripping hot-box. He seemed to come endlessly as I rubbed the slimy stuff into my snatch. My cunt hairs were sticky with our mingled juices and the smell in the room…

I was still having my orgasm when Jim, having finished his masturbation, went down on his knees and started to lick my stockings clean of his spendings. He didn't forget to pay ample attention to my snatch and delighted by the dirtiness of it, I let him have his way.

I was enjoying all of it, and even before the throes of my first orgasm had subdued he had me well on my way to another one. I creamed in his eager, sucking mouth and felt completely empty after this last one.

Needing a wash badly, I went up to my room, after resting for a bit in Jim's arms…

A few weeks after this rather interesting night in Jim's office, I had another rather interesting experience. Although it might lengthen my story considerably, I still want to relate this one. It's really too good to miss and it's always been one of the more interesting ones.

I was getting quite used to the work in the hotel and I also was getting a feeling about people. Immediately after I saw them, I knew whether they were going to be interesting people or just a part of the unimaginative, dull crowd. Some people just have lasciviousness written on their faces, and if you know what to watch for you hardly ever miss.

This one was an elderly man and a real gentleman to see. Lucky for me, his room was on my floor, so I didn't have to worry about being in places where I was not supposed to be.

Although I knew I had Jim's backing in almost everything I did, I didn't want to push my luck too far, so I was always glad when the interesting people were on my floor.

Some of the maids were not at all like me and Sue, so I didn't want to have anything to do with them. As I already told you, his room was on my floor and every day I cleaned his rooms.

He always looked at me in a most peculiar way, but so far he had not made any advances. He was always in his room when I came to clean it in the morning and he always wanted me to come in and do it when he was there. He looked at me all the time I walked around the room, but so far he had never tried to touch me. He talked to me in a most friendly way and always had a kind word. Still, he had an atmosphere of perverted lust around him and I was terribly fascinated by him. I desperately wished he would start something, but I didn't dare to force my hand. One has to be careful with guests and I was not going to take the first step, no matter how much I would have liked to. One day, however, the whole riddle about his person was solved in an extremely lascivious way.

On that particular morning he was not in his room when I came in. Now, like I told you, this was rather unusual but I didn't pay too much attention to it and just went ahead with my job. Rummaging around his room, I found some pictures.

They were not too carefully stuck away under a couple of shirts, and his wardrobe not being closed, I just couldn't miss them. They were utterly obscene and I never saw anything like it before. In all of them people were fucking or doing other acts of lovemaking. There was, however, something odd about them and at first I didn't quite grasp what it was. But looking them over again, I suddenly saw what it was. In all of the photographs the women were definitely playing the dominating role.

The women themselves were the absolutely dominant type, and it looked as if they were possessing the men. When fucking, it was the woman lying on top of the man. In case of oral lovemaking, it was always the woman sucking the man, bending over to him while he was almost helplessly on his back. When a man was sucking a woman between the legs, it certainly looked as if he was being forced to do it by the woman. The man was then in front of the woman, who was standing over him with her legs spread as wide as possible. With her hand she pulled the man's head tight against her crotch and pushing her belly tight against his mouth she almost seemed to smother him.

They were strange, but all the same they were beautiful photographs, eight by ten in size and very sharp. Looking at them I could almost see the spunk dripping from the women's slits. However strange they were, they still managed to excite me terribly. The well known feeling came over me again. Looking at these pictures, I got a terrible urge to masturbate.

Slowly but surely I frigged myself to a boiling, creamy orgasm, while looking at these pictures. Since the guest was not in the room, I thought I might as well do it right here instead of going to the toilet or my room. So, still standing there I raised my dress and brought my hand to my snatch. Sticking my finger between the pouting cunt lips, I found them already wet and eager to receive my caresses. I looked at the pictures again, beginning with the first one and taking them in nice and slow, busily fingering my slit in the meantime. Suddenly I felt somebody breathing on my neck and startled, I looked up. Behind me was Mr. Morgan.

His hand covered mine and, putting some pressure on it, he made it clear he wanted me to go on frigging myself. He had come in quite unheard by me and I was terrified at first, but his manner soon put me at ease.

“Go right ahead, Miss,” he said, “don't stop because of me. I know I should not have left those pictures for you to find, although I must confess I did it on purpose. I know they must have excited you and you need to relieve yourself. So go right ahead playing with that delightful twat of yours. Amuse yourself while you look at those pictures. Let me keep my hand on yours, feeling how you go at it. I may even catch some of your spunk when you cream… your sticky, lovely come-juice.”

I was nearly dying to come and I didn't wait for him to tell me another time. In my skilled way I began to masturbate again and soon my sloppy wetness proved my cunt liked what I was doing to it. I slowly moved my finger in and out of my dilating crack as I looked at the pictures again and again… They were exciting me terribly now and I was getting more and more interested in the subject. My juices were flowing freely and I was getting even more excited when Mr. Morgan started to talk.