Don Baker - The naughty night clerk

When he came, I knew he was finished for the day. A very small drop of white liquid escaped from the small hole in his penis. I squeezed his prick and pulled up, forcing out more, but very little came. His hardness was leaving quickly, and I stroked it some more. I stopped when I felt his hand on my arm, a sign of surrender.

I had won. Jeff Reid was fucked out. It was doubtful he could even get a hard-on anytime soon.

I let his limp, aching prick fall between his legs. It was a pitiful sight-wrinkly, grayish now, instead of purple, and the veins were very prominent. Jeff was breathing hard and had moved his hands to his cock. He was rubbing around it, but flinched when he came in contact with the sore head. I grinned a most satisfying grin. But I still had one more thing to do.

I shifted my body to where my pussy was right above Jeff’s face and my back to his feet. I lowered myself until my cunt was on his mouth and began to rotate.

His tongue came out, but with a lot less enthusiasm than before. He attempted to suck, but couldn’t. I pushed down on his face and rubbed. Although his tongue wasn’t doing much good, it was some help. I rode it as much as I could until I came. When I had finished, I moved from the bed and looked at the helpless man lying there.

His shrunken prick was still in place and his face was covered with my wetness.

He was even too tired to wipe it off. His hand was on his stomach, and the other one was on the bed. He hadn’t even bothered to open his eyes. He was fucked out; the macho lover had met his match.

I dressed and slipped quietly from the room, taking one last glance before I left.

The following day, when Jeff checked out, be didn’t say a word, and hardly looked at me. As he walked stiffly toward the door, I smiled, thinking that there was another Napoleon who had met his Waterloo.

One of the most intriguing moments I experienced while at the hotel was an incident in which I was not directly involved, although I must admit, I did get some satisfaction out of it.

I had just finished checking a room recently vacated and was starting to leave when I heard voices coming from the adjacent room. I noticed that the door connecting the two rooms was open and when I reached to close it, I saw a young couple in the other room. It was late in the evening and they couldn’t see me because of the darkness of the room in which I was standing.

The couple was in the middle of the room, near the bed, caressing and kissing.

I should have dosed the door and gone on about my business, but I remembered, checking the couple in. They were newlyweds, both young, probably in their late teens or early twenties. I should have left, but, honestly, I was nosy. I wanted to see what they would do.

The boy was rubbing his hands over the girl’s back and buttocks, then on her breasts. She was moaning slightly, pushing her body into his, and running her hands over his back. They separated and he began undressing her.

“Honey,” the girl said, “please be gentle. I… I’ve never had a boy before.”

Her words seemed to shake up her new bridegroom. His fingers fumbled at her dress and I could see beads of perspiration popping out on his forehead. He undressed her and took off his clothes. She was a slender girl, both in build and height. Her small breasts stood out proud and the pink nipples were like rosebuds. I had a profile view and saw the soft brown hair between her legs.

Her stomach was flat, legs well-shaped, and her small buttocks stuck out just enough to be enticing.

Turning my glance to the boy, I saw that he was muscular, the athletic type, lithe and lean. He was well-tanned and stood about a head taller than his bride. A large pole hung between his legs and it was just beginning to stiffen.

His bride was going to be hurt a little the first time that meathook entered her joy box!

Now that they were undressed, they began running their fingers over each other’s body. The boy’s prick stiffened at her first touch and her nipples stood erect and proud. They embraced and kissed, and he pushed his body hard against her. Breaking apart, he took her hand and placed it on his hard cock.

She gently stroked and rubbed it, playing with his balls. She might be a virgin, but she certainly knew about foreplay!

The bridegroom played with her cunt hairs and soon she was moving her body, first from side to side, then toward him. He picked her, up and placed her on the bed. She was still holding onto his prick and seemed eager to get at it.

“Honey,” she said, softly, demurely, “be careful. Please.”

She spread her legs as the boy climbed on top. He gently edged his tool toward what I could see was a wet, waiting hole with bright red lips anxiously anticipating the experience. When he pushed the head inside her, she moaned, putting her hand over her face. As he penetrated deeper, I could see he was having problems. The girl’s membrane was resistant, so be pushed harder. When he succeeded in getting all the way in, the girl sobbed, but raised her hips to meet his slow, patient thrusts.

“Are you all right, Connie?” the boy asked, evidently concerned he might have hurt her.

“I am now. It sure hurt at the beginning, though. But now, it feels real good.”

And she must have meant it, because she started lifting herself and meeting each of his thrusts, which were more incessant now, since he was on the verge of coming.

“Are you ready to come?” the boy asked, panting, pushing harder and deeper into Connie’s cunt.

“I… I think so. I feel funny inside, like something is about to explode.

Now. Now. I think this is it.”

Connie moved her legs around the boy’s waist and pushed in closer to her lover-husband. When she did, I could see his long, strained penis, slipping in and out of her hole, and blood was all over it. Well, be had certainly gotten a cherry this time!

When they came, the girl moaned and groaned so much that she had to put both hands over her mouth to keep the noise from carrying through the hotel. But, despite the newness and the pain, which I remembered well, she kept humping into the boy’s rod, determined to enjoy this moment of rapture as long as she could. Being a virgin, she had a lot of juice stored up, and she was losing it all in one load.

Her husband had stopped pumping several minutes earlier, but she continued to fuck him and pushed her body as hard against him as possible. Finally, with her several spasms completed, she removed her legs from around his waist and fell back on the bed. They were both breathing heavily and embraced and kissed feverishly. When the moment subsided, they got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom.

I started to close the door and leave, but when I heard them re-enter the room, I decided to stay and see what else transpired.

Connie sat on the bed, still nude, and her husband stood in front of her, his limp prick drooping, the veins standing out in plain sight.

“Connie, play with it some more. Then take it in your mouth and suck on it.”

“Bill, are you sure it’s all right. For some reason, it… it seems dirty.”

Bill laughed. “No, sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with doing that. After all, we’re married now, and anything between a husband and wife is okay. Here, let me show you what I mean.”

He gently pushed her back on the bed so that her legs were hanging over the side. He knelt on the floor, slowly pulled her legs apart, and kissed her on the box.

“Oh. Ah.” Bill had placed his bride on a high plane, just by kissing her cunt.

I had to see what she did when he continued.

Bill ran his tongue over her lips and her whole torso followed the pull of his tongue. Her hands went to her breasts and pinched the nipples, then moved to her stomach, which she rubbed hard and fast, I saw that her eyes were closed and knew she must be heaven.