Don Baker - The naughty night clerk

“Okay, Ben, I’m ready.”

He rolled me over on my back and started to climb into the saddle.

“No, Ben, let me treat you, like you’ve done to me. Remember, I promised that if you showed me a good time, I’d return the favor.”

I pushed him onto his back. He closed his eyes and relaxed. I toyed with his prick and balls, pulling the skin back, teasing the tip. Then I bent over and kissed the head, and ran my tongue along the ridge. I heard him moan as he put his hand on my head. I smiled inwardly.

Ben moved his hand to my buttocks and played with my anus and cunt. He rubbed the lips and since I was still wet, it felt good. In the meantime, I was biting into his cock, kissing his balls, taking them in my mouth, and doing everything I could to drive him wild.

A torrent of groans flowed from Ben’s throat. I put my lips alongside his hard cock and ran them up and down the shaft. Then, putting his meat in my mouth, I went down as far as I could and sucked hard as I lifted my head. He raised his hips to follow. At the same time, his finger was in my hole, feverishly rubbing the walls and moving in and out. I realized I could come again any moment, and lifted my head from his throbbing cock.

Ben continued to finger fuck me as fast as he could, and it wasn’t long before I shot my wad again. I continued to work on him, teasing the head of his cock, playing with his balls, slipping my mouth over the shaft. He was moving more now, and the moans were becoming louder and more frequent.

I quit sucking and asked if he was about ready to come.

“Yes. Yes. Baby, don’t stop now. Suck. Suck harder.” He was nearly hysterical.

When he said that, I jumped off the bed and hurriedly put on my skirt and blouse, not bothering with the panties and bra. Ben was so emotionally aroused that he didn’t realize what was happening, which gave me just enough time to slip my clothes on. When he finally opened his eyes and saw me dressed, a look of amazement came over his face.

"What… what in the hell are you doing?” he asked, frustrated, as his hand went to his hard, aching cock.

“I’m going home, Ben. Thanks for the good time.”

“What do you mean, going home. You can’t leave me like this.”

“Well, I am leaving you like this.”

“You bitch,” he almost shouted. “You lousy bitch.”

“And you’re a bastard,” I vehemently replied. “I don’t mind going to bed with a married man, but I’ll be damned if I’ll satisfy any son-of-a-bitch who cripples a woman and then tries to fuck every other woman around. Under different circumstances, I’d stay with you all night, but not when your wife doesn’t have an opportunity to fight back.”

“Chris, please,” he begged, “come back. Finish what you started.” His voice was pitiful, but it didn’t touch my heart.

“What am I supposed to do now,” he continued, a pathetic look on his face, and his hand stroking his pulsating prick.

“Jack off, you bastard, let mother thumb and her four daughters take my place-if they can.”

“By the way, Ben, you really know how to eat pussy. Ummmm. So long, Have fun.”

I was laughing out loud as I left his room. I could just imagine him in there pounding away at his meat, doing anything he could to get satisfaction.

One thing for certain, from the state I had left him in, be had to do something.

It did my heart good to turn the table on Ben James. Thereafter, whenever he and his wife returned to the Barton, he kept his distance. I sincerely doubt he quit chasing women, but I know one he won’t bother again.

A few months later, I was to have another encounter which would also give me much personal satisfaction. A man in his early thirties checked into the hotel and, like many others, soon tried to put the make on me. This one, however, considered himself the world’s greatest stud.

He was in the city to attend a series of meetings and often had a lot of time on his hands. He stayed at the hotel for a week, and every free moment he had was spent trying to get me to his room. I guess he felt pure persistence alone would conquer me.

His name was Jeff Reid, and he was a good-looking fellow, tall, willowy, shocking brown hair, broad shoulders. He would not be too hard to take at all if he hadn’t bragged so much about his conquests. He became braver and braver as he intensified his attempts to get me into his bed.

“Chris,” he was saying one night, “if you ever went to bed with me, every man you bad from then on would seem like a mouse. I’d have you climbing the wall with desire, and could make you reach a peak every five minutes.”

His sales pitch was too much for me, and I tried to ignore him as much as possible. But, he was persistent. Finally, I gave in and accompanied him to his room. I did so with a plan in mind, and felt confident it would succeed.

We were no sooner in Jeff’s room than he swept me into his arms and gave me a long and passionate kiss. Then, we undressed and headed for the bed. He was immediately on top of me, rubbing against my hairy mound, and nipping at my nipples. He had a good-sized pole hanging between his legs and it erected quickly. His rubbing made my cunt moist and he found no resistance in entering.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and met his every thrust, pushing him up each time I did. By doing so, I came first, squeezing him hard as I unloaded my juice. He continued pumping and in just minutes I was again meeting him. When he shot off, I came again, but wouldn’t release him. I held him tightly around the waist with my legs and slowly rubbed my body against him. We kissed and he played with my tits. It wasn’t long until I could feel his cock getting larger inside me and we began fucking again. This time, when we came, he pulled away from me. I knew he had to have some rest, but I wanted to continue.

He lay beside me and I leaned over him, with my tits in his face, and played with his limp pole. I stroked it gently and cupped his balls, at the same time rubbing my nipples across his face and over his mouth. He didn’t respond right away, but I kept working on him. My stroking his prick had its effect and soon it was standing proudly erect.

I mounted his staff and began fucking as hard as I could. I pulled up until his dick almost came out of my hole. Then I slid down, taking the entire length inside me. Jeff massaged my breasts and sucked on the nipples. What he didn’t realize was that this helped me accomplish my little plot. If he hadn’t played with my tits, I might not have been able to come as often as I did.

When I was ready to hit my orgasm, I sat down on his cock and felt the head against my wall. I flooded his prick with my juice, squeezing my legs against his sides, wanting every drop of my girl-cum to free itself. Jeff had not come.

But I wanted Jeff to come. I was capable of carrying on, and knew it. After I had shot off as much as I could, I continued riding his prick, hard and fast.

The strain was beginning to show on him. He was humping into me, trying desperately to unload. When he did, a groan came from his throat, and I don’t know if it was a sound of pain or pleasure.

I stayed on top of him without letting his prick slip from its enclosure. We continued kissing, but his kisses were less fervent than before. He did attempt to maintain his status as a macho lover by kissing and sucking my breasts, but I could tell he was weakening.

“What’s the matter, Jeff?” I asked, in mock surprise. “You’re not ready to quit, are you?” "Who, me?” he replied, although his heart didn’t seem in it. “Not on your life, baby. I can go as long as you or anyone else can.”

We’ll see about that!

I rolled off Jeff and laid beside him. It would only take me a moment or two and I would be ready again. I doubted that he would. Anyway, I had no intention of letting him rest. While we were lying here, quietly, not speaking, I played with his prick and balls. His manhood, at the time, was not very manly, but I was determined to get it up again.