Don Baker - The naughty night clerk

Much to my regret, he wasn’t finished. He walked out of the bathroom, washing his cock with a cloth. Looking at me, my hair a mess, my body sore in every spot, my joy box no longer a joy, and my asshole so tender I could hardly sit, he gave a broad grin.

“Look what I’ve done, beautiful, I’ve washed your dinner for you.”

Oh, no, not again! Before I could say a word, I felt the hunk of meat in my mouth and his hands on either side of my head. Tears were streaming down my face and I was choking. I could hardly breathe. But that didn’t stop him. He shoved his cock as far into my mouth as he could, then pulled it out. In and out. Deeper and deeper. Just when I was on the verge of passing out, I felt his hot fluid flushing down my throat. He held me tight against him, draining every drop, making sure I swallowed everything he poured into me.

I lay back on the bed, completely helpless. I was bruised from his rough handling. My stomach churned. My head hurt. My cunt was so sore I could hardly put my legs together. My breasts even had teeth marks where he had chewed on them.

As he walked toward me, I didn’t know what to expect next. I was surprised when he brought towels from the bathroom and tied my feet and hands, then used another to put around my mouth.

“I’m leaving you now, baby. You’re lucky. But you’ve been a good fucking partner. If you hadn’t, my knife would have made mince meat out of you.”

It was too good to be true! Was he really leaving? Was I soon to be rid of him?

The man dressed, put the few clothes he had taken out back in his suitcase, and walked to the door. Hardly looking at me, he walked out the door and closed it behind him.

I lay there for long moments, fearful he would return. Several times I heard footsteps in the hail. I broke out in a cold sweat, afraid it was him. After a long while, when I had gathered some of my strength, I squirmed until I had loosened the towels. I slipped into my clothes and made it to my apartment without being seen.

Once inside, I double-locked the door, sit down in the nearest chair, and cried. Finally, when I had no more tears, I stumbled to the bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it. I stood there for long minutes, letting the refreshing water run over my body, hoping to wash away the memory.

It wouldn’t, of course.

I think I didn’t report the rape for the same reason most other women don’t the shame, the accusation that would probably follow. Also, how could I ever tell someone what had gone on in that hotel room? Could you?

Time is a great healer, and it wasn’t long before I was my old self and enjoying sex-in the normal manner! In fact, I even had a brief fling with a temporary night clerk hired by the hotel.

I was in my office late one night when John, the clerk, came in. I had noticed him eyeing me ever since he started working, but had never given him any encouragement. The only reason I put out for Billy, the bellhop, was because he was leaving the hotel. I had not been too interested in getting anything started with any of the employees, except for Mr. Barton, and he was different.

“Would you like a cup of coffee, Miss Logan?” John asked, as he entered the office. Coffee, my ass. I knew the minute he walked in the door what was on his mind.

“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.