Don Baker - The naughty night clerk

It was shaped like a penis and had a belt running through the base of it. Doris put it around her hip and if I hadn’t been so hot, I would have laughed. Have you ever seen a woman standing in the middle of a room, with two large boobs staring at you, and an erect penis standing out between her legs? What is that?” I asked, stunned at what I saw.

“Feel, it,” she said, as she stood by the bed.

It was large, huge in fact, bigger than any prick I had ever seen. But it felt smooth, just like a man’s penis, and even had the large vein underneath. It was shaped so the skin was pulled back, and had a large, inviting head proudly aiming straight ahead.

“Ever had one that big in you before?”

“No,” I replied, without taking my eyes off that huge rod.

“Well, you will now. I’m going to fuck you just like a man would do.”

Before I could say anything Doris was on top of me and had the prick at my opening.

“Spread your legs. You’re wet down there, so this won’t hurt at all. In fact, I believe you’ll like it.”

Without voicing any dissent, I did as instructed. I felt the hard pole penetrate my cunt and slowly slide up the recesses of my box. It did feel good.

God, did it feel good!

I lifted my hips to allow deeper penetration and when Doris had shoved it as far as it would go, I humped several times against it.

“How does that feel?” she asked.

“Good. Good. Fuck me, Doris, fuck me. Hard.”

She took me at my word and slammed against me as hard and as deep as she could.

It thought my insides were going to come apart, but I kept asking for more.

“Deeper. Deeper. Ah. Oh. That’s it. Deeper. Damn, that’s good.”

Doris’s large, beautiful melons were dangling in my face. I grabbed one in each hand and roughly rubbed them, biting at the nipples, and sucking as hard as I could.

“Easy, easy. You’re hurting.”

I eased off some, but continued pinching and sucking the nipples.

“Are you ready to come?” Doris asked, as she pounded into me with the artificial cock.

“Yes. Yes.” I gasped as the pole plowed deeper and deeper into me. I could hardly stand it and when I did open the gates to my fluid, it seemed to come out like a tidal wave. I wrapped my legs around Doris and pushed as hard as I could against her, savoring every drop of juice that I released.

When I had no more to empty out, I fell back on the bed, rubbing my stomach, my insides aching where she had rammed the rod so hard. But, I felt good sideto6.

Although I had stopped coming, Doris continued fucking me for a few more minutes. Then she quit. She got off the bed, went to the bathroom, and I heard water running. Moments later, she was back on the bed, handing me the tool.

“Now, it’s your turn. Fuck me. And do it hard. Be brutal if you have to, but fuck me hard-and deep.”

I did as my master instructed. Belting the penis to my waist, I climbed between her legs and inserted the dildo in her hole. She was hot, hotter than I had been, if that was possible, and immediately wrapped her legs around my waist.

Without delaying, she took my fits in her mouth and chewed away. She was much more gentle than I had been and I enjoyed her manipulations.

“Harder. Harder.”

I thought my back would break, I was ramming her so hard, but she kept asking for more.

“Deeper. Deeper. Ah, that’s it it’s good. Ram it home again, just like that.

Oh. Oh. Ah.”

While I was trying so hard to satisfy Doris, I had almost forgotten that she was playing with my tits. Suddenly, I felt that familiar twinge between my legs. Lord, don’t tell me I’m ready to come again!

Before I could think anymore about it, I felt Doris's legs tighten around my waist and she pulled me to her, kissing me feverishly on the mouth and humping wildly against the prick. She continued like that for what seemed like several minutes, then collapsed.

The only problem-now I was in the mood to unload again!

I stayed on top of her and slowly moved the penis around inside her. Doris must have realized what I wanted because she began playing with my breasts, kissing and sucking them. Soon, I was pumping her again, but not to have her come. I wanted to shoot my wad. I had nothing in my hole, yet I was like a firecracker, ready to explode. Then, it happened. The gates opened again and I felt my juice flow. I continued rubbing against Doris until I was completely empty, then fell forward and she took me in her arms.

I never saw Doris again. I wasn’t working when she checked out the following morning. But I’ll never forget her. She put me through an orgy the likes of which I have never experienced since. Maybe someday, we’ll meet again.

Although my female lover was gone, I didn’t lack for sex. Jed Barton was always there, and he and I had some pretty good times together. Also, there was always a guest around the hotel looking for some sack time. Once, though, I thought I had taken on more than even I could handle.

Two salesmen checked into the hotel one night and really gave me the going over. I was dressed in black, not as a mourning widow, but more as an enticement. I had on a short sleeved, tight-fitting sweater and a matching tight skirt. With my blue eyes and olive skin, topped by the dark hair, I guess I was too much for them to overlook.

Anyway, they kept talking to each other and looking back at me as they walked to the elevator. It wasn’t long until the switchboard lit up and one of the men was on the line.

“Miss, could you bring us a drink from the bar?”

“Certainly, sir, I’ll have one of the bellhops…" “No, miss, I mean you. There’ll be a good tip in it for you.”

“It’s not the money, sir, it’s just that I…" “Come on, now, don’t you know you’re supposed to please the guests?” His voice had a jovial tone to it.

“All right, sir… I guess I can do that. What would you like?”

“Three Scotches and water. Make those doubles.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

I got off the elevator on the second floor, gingerly juggling the tray of drinks, and headed for room 212. I tapped lightly on the door and announced, “Your drinks sir.”

When the door opened, I was face to face with one of the men I had registered earlier. He was tall, dark hair, neatly dressed, and smiled easily. The other man, whom I could see through the doorway, was lying on the bed, looking me over.

“That’ll be four-fifty, sir.” I tried to act nonchalant, but had an idea what was behind the call.

“Just set them over there, miss, on the desk."

The man stepped aside to let me enter, but did not take his eyes off me as I walked across the room. Nor did the other man, lying on the bed, who hadn’t said a word.

I put the tray on the desk and turned to face the man standing in the center of the room.

“Will there be anything else, sir?”

“I’m Ray and this is Bill,” he replied, pointing to the man on the bed. “You don’t have to rush, do you? As you can see, I ordered three drinks, and there are only two of us.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I must get back to the desk.”

“I’m sure they won’t miss you for a few minutes.” For the first time, Bill spoke.

“Come on, miss, surely you can have one drink with us,” Ray pleaded.

“Well…”

“Fine. Here you go. Down the hatch.”

I have never been a Scotch drinker, and the fluid was warm to my throat and stomach “Thank you very much, gentlemen. Now, I must get back to work.” "We just happen to have a bottle of Scotch with us,” Bill intoned. “Can’t you stay for another drink?”

It was becoming more evident that their ordering a drink was only a ruse.