Don Baker - The naughty night clerk

Joe shoved his. tongue inside my box and moved it around, touching my walls, driving me crazy. I chewed at his cock, sucking as I did, gobbling at it until I had almost the entire length in my mouth. I almost choked but swallowed and continued sucking and gnawing. My climax preceded Joe’s, because when he again shoved his tongue deep into my box, I raised my hips and humped, unloading my fluid. Evidently, he knew or felt it because he lapped like a puppy after milk as I emitted one spurt after another, all the time sucking harder and harder on his cock.

I finished coming before Joe could even shoot off. As my hips slowly fell back on the bed, he continued kissing inside my thighs and along my even wetter box.

I sucked and sucked his prick, massaged his balls, and from his reaction, knew he couldn’t be far from coming. Since I had been drained, Joe’s kissing my cunt and sucking the lips couldn’t get me going this soon, but it did feel good, oh, so good. But I returned to his throbbing cock and concentrated on getting him to unload.

Pushing him up a little, I took just his head in my mouth and tongued and sucked. This must have been the magic touch, because Joe moaned and groaned, and moved his hips wildly. Then, suddenly, he shoved his meat down my throat. I thought I would gag, but there was little I could do about it, as his warm liquid sprayed my tonsils and flowed on down to my stomach. All I could do was swallow and gasp for air. I squeezed his balls, helping him empty his container, but didn’t think I would last much longer. If he didn’t finish coming soon, I knew I would either choke to death, or drown from his come.

Joe did finish, though, and then rolled over on the bed, his feet toward my head and my feet toward his.

“No way. No way.”

“What?” I asked, perplexed at what he mumbled.

“I mean, there’s just no way I’ll ever tell anyone about you. Baby, you’re something I want to keep forever, all to myself.”

I placed my hand on his limp, strained cock and squeezed an appreciative answer.

We lay there for several minutes, regaining our strength, and without speaking.

Soon, however, I felt his hand playing with my mound. I did not respond for a while, but then placed my hand on his cock and played with his rod and balls.

Shortly, his staff began to rise, just as his finger play was causing the heat to build up between my legs.

I moved one leg across his chest, to where I was spread-eagle. Joe responded by placing his right leg across my body. I looked down and could see his meat coming to attention. I massaged his balls, rubbed his anus and stroked his rod.

He played with my cunt lips, running his finger across the surface, just light enough to cause a terrific sensation in my box. He continued manipulating until I was extremely wet and then he moistened his finger and moved to my anus.

Spreading my buttocks, he shoved his dampened finger into the small hole. A sharp pain went through me when he first put his finger inside, then the pain subsided, to be replaced by a sensation not as enjoyable as had it been in my cunt, but not really too bad. I massaged his balls even more and stroked his ever-rising cock.

Joe didn’t leave his finger in my asshole very long, but soon returned to my joy box. When he pushed his finger into my cunt, I lifted my hips, indicating I was ready for some finger-fucking I stroked his meat harder now, reacting to his playing. His hips began to move and I knew he was also ready for a hand job.

As I stroked his cock harder and faster, Joe put three fingers in my cunt and manipulated them against my walls. It was all I could do to keep from having an orgasm. His fingers filled my box and his moving them around caused all kinds of delightful feelings inside me. I was humping wildly, grunting, twisting my breasts and pinching the nipples, trying desperately to come. My hand was moving like a blur on his cock and he, too, was raising and lowering his hips, responding to my strokes.

It was easier for me to beat his meat than it was for him to finger-fuck me, due to our positions, but he accomplished the mission. I crossed with my legs, entrapping his hand as my gates opened and coated his fingers with my juices.

At the same time, I felt a warm liquid on my hand. Opening my eyes, I saw the white fluid coming out of the small hole and I squeezed his rod, beginning at the base and pulling upward, forcing out the last drop in his container. I continued doing this as long as I had an ounce of juice inside me and there was a trace of fluid coming from Joe’s joy stick.

Slowly, my movements subsided, and my hips eased to the bed. I opened my legs, allowing Joe to pull his hand away. My hand was still on his cock, which was getting soft, and the juice was on my hand, his stomach and matted in his dark hair.

We were bushed and soon dropped, off to sleep.

Before Joe returned to his room that night, we had several more bouts in the bed, each just as enjoyable as the previous one. When he finally left my apartment, I had decided to join the Stanford team. Not only did I look forward to more sack time with Joe, but the opportunities the job presented were too many to turn away from.

With the decision made to accept the position with Stanford Hotels, I had an unpleasant task to perform. I had to notify Mr. Barton. When I entered his office, and saw the look on his face, I knew he was aware of my decision.

“Come in, Chris. Have a seat.”

“Mr. Barton, I know a representative of Stanford Hotels has been talking with you about my joining their chain.”

“Yes. I spoke with Mr. Cordon just a day or so ago.”

The mention of Joe’s name brought back passionate memories and caused a slight heating between my lap.

“I’ve decided to take the job, but wanted to talk with you before I gave them my final word.”

Barton sat there for several seconds, silently looking at, but not seeing, the papers on his desk.

“I figured as much, Chris. I hate to lose you; you’ve done a hell of a good job here. But, like I told Gordon, I wouldn’t stand in your way. You will leave here with my best wishes.”

“Thank you, Mr. Barton, that means a lot to me. I've enjoyed working here and especially wanted to thank you for taking a chance with me.”

“I took no chance,” he replied, sincerity in his voice. “I’m a good judge of people. I knew you’d work out. When do you plan to leave for your new job?”

“Well, I want to give you two weeks notice, time to find a replacement, so about the first of the month. If that’s all right with you.”

“Losing you is not all right, but I do understand. We can let Carl fill in until we find a replacement.”

We talked for a while, rehashing the past three years. When I rose to leave, Barton spoke, hesitantly.

“Chris, I’m leaving tonight and won’t be here when you leave. Besides wishing nothing but the best for you, I was wondering if, for what will probably be the last time, we might…“

Although his words trailed off, and he didn’t finish his sentence, I knew what he had in mind. I walked back to his desk and looked at him.

“I’m glad you broached the subject, Jed, because I wanted to. I just didn’t know how you would feel about it. Let’s go to your bedroom. I want to repay you in part for the consideration you’ve shown me the past three years.”

When we were undressed, Jed took me in his arms and we kissed longingly, passionately.

“Chris, although I’m going to miss your expertise on the front desk, I’ll never forget the good times we’ve had together. You’re about the wildest woman I’ve gone to bed with.”

We kissed again and Jed massaged my breasts as I played with his stiff rod. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. I opened my legs, inviting him into my joy box. He placed a pillow under my hips, elevating my body so he could penetrate my hole even deeper. When he shoved his prick into my box, I lifted myself, taking his staff all the way in. I wrapped my legs around his waist and humped to meet his thrusts. He rammed hard and deep, causing both of us to grunt each time he did. We came together and I shoved hard against him, feeling his cock against my walls and our fluids mixing as they escaped from their containers.