Don Baker - The naughty night clerk

When I felt the bed give, I opened my eyes and dangling before me was Bill’s big meathook, as hard as a rock, just an inch or so from my mouth. I flicked my tongue at the head and Bill lowered to my lips. Opening, I let his prick slide into my, mouth and I sucked hard. Meanwhile, Ray was busily nibbling at my cunt lips, putting his tongue on the ridge of my joy box, and driving me insane.

Bill was pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, getting faster with each stroke, and I began humping into Ray, wanting him to put his tongue inside and give me a good reaming. I put one hand on his head, urging him closer, and with the other I played with Bill’s balls. That set him off. He began fucking my mouth faster, almost choking me.

Bill’s warm fluid flowing down my throat triggered my juice button. I pushed into Ray’s face as hard as I could, almost smothering him, and humped on his tongue. He lapped at my insides and the more he lapped, the more juice I ejected.

When Bill pulled off the bed, I finally finished coming. Ray stood up and wiped his face.

“Say, beautiful,” Ray intoned, “what am I supposed to do with this?” He was pointing at his stiff, tenderloin, sticking straight out, aiming directly at me.

“Do you want a blow job, too?” I asked, by then willing to do anything.

“No. I think I’ll fuck it off.”

I hardly felt his cock inside me, I was so juicy. He could have fucked me all night and I still don’t believe I could have come. They had drained me. There wasn’t an ounce left.

And ride me all night I thought he would. I don’t know how long Ray pumped me, but it seemed like at least a half hour or more. I was getting sore between the legs, but had no will power to stop him.

No sooner had Ray finished, than Bill was back in the saddle. I don’t know what those two men ate, but whatever it was, it certainly gave them a lot of stamina. Bill fucked even longer than Ray, and I was getting sorer and sorer, but did manage to come one more time while he was pumping.

When Bill finished, the three of us lay there on the bed, completely worn out.

They dropped off to sleep and I managed to struggle off the bed and get dressed. Before I walked out the door, I looked at the naked men. Their pricks, which had given me so much pleasure, were limp, dangling silently, motionless between their legs.

I went to my apartment and washed up before going back on duty. My cunt was sore, but it was a good sore. It had been quite a night. Quite a night.

In the hotel business, and especially on night duty, a clerk meets all sorts of people. The Barton was no exception.

One night a man checked in who I absolutely flipped over. I like men, and I’m not one to be carried away by looks or money. However, this man was an Adonis, a golden boy, a dream, a walking pool of sex. He was tall, muscular, extremely handsome, and his clothes were fashion designed.

His voice was deep and husky, and when he registered, and my hand momentarily touched his, I felt a familiar twinge between my legs. As he walked toward the elevator, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I wanted to fuck him right there in the lobby, in front of God and anyone else who wanted to watch.

In my mind, I could imagine the cock between his legs: long, a little bent to tickle the insides of a woman, and big around. I could almost feel him mounting me, putting his big stick in my joy box, me humping wildly. I almost came just thinking about it.

But he paid little attention to me. Very few men failed to notice me, whether I wanted them to or not. Here was one, however, who I wanted to look at me, put the make on me, take me to his room and ride my saddle, but he wouldn’t even attempt a small flirt.

I wanted him, and whether he knew it or not, I was going to get him. Knowing he would be in the hotel for one more full day, I laid out my plan.

I dressed in my sexiest outfit, low-cut, tight, and dabbed just enough exotic perfume in the right places to be enticing. While everyone who came into the hotel almost fell over each other when I walked by, Adonis came in, picked up his key, and went to his room without a word, hardly noticing me. Was he a limp wrist? A homosexual? I was determined to find out.

I had so built him up in my mind, yearning to see him naked, to grasp that big cock between his legs, to play with his balls, to have him bite at my tits, rub his big, smooth hand between my legs. God, I had to have that man.

Devising a scheme, weak as it was, I headed toward his room. My heart skipped a beat with each step as I approached his door. Knocking lightly, I soon heard that deep, husky voice.

“Yes?”

“This is Miss Logan, from the desk. I would like to check your bathroom, please. I believe the maid forgot to put fresh towels in there when she cleaned.”

The door opened slightly, then all the way. Adonis stood there in a robe, and from what I could see, that was all he had on. Light blond hairs jutted from his broad chest, and the robe was pulled tightly around his narrow waist.

“I was just about to take a shower, and hadn't even noticed the towels,” he said, giving me a broad, beautiful grin. My heart fluttered. “I’m glad you thought about them.”

Maybe he was just playing hard to get. Maybe he isn’t gay after all.

I brushed past him and entered the room, making certain that my ample breasts, the nipples erect in anticipation, lightly touched against him. Going straight to the bathroom, I made a slight motion with my hips, hoping against hope that he was watching. After changing towels, I sauntered back into the room, chest out, looking for Adonis. He was standing by the desk, looking toward the bathroom, an odd expression on his face.

“You now have fresh towels, sir, so you may continue with your shower.” I made a nervous laugh, certain that he understood my intentions.

“Thank you,” was all he said, looking me over, then suddenly turning his head.

What goes, I thought to myself? His standoffishness was making me more determined to conquer this goal.

“Do you need any help with your shower?” I asked, brazenly.

“What?” He seemed stunned at my proposition, which was exactly what it was.

Without saying another word, I laid the towels down and walked toward him.

Looking him straight in the eyes, I repeated, “Do you need any help with your shower?”

He just looked at me, flabbergasted, without uttering a word. That odd, yet surprised look was still on his face. Without saying another word, I reached out and pulled the belt on his robe. I caught a glimpse of a monstrous hunk of meat, surrounded by golden hair, before he quickly closed his robe. The sight of that big cock, larger than any I had ever seen before it was even hard, made my legs weaken. I had to have that hunk inside me.

“Why are you covering up such a gorgeous piece?” I asked, surprised at my own audacity.

“Please, miss, I…“

He was very embarrassed, his face reddened, and he began stammering.

“You’re not gay, are you?” taken back that he would react the way he did.

“No, not hardly. It’s just that…“

“Are you married? If that’s all that’s bothering you, I swear I won’t tell a soul.” I laughed, lightly, nervously.

“No, I’m not married.” Adonis turned slightly so only his profile was visible, and even that was gorgeous.

"Well, what is it then? Don’t you like me? Don’t I entice you, even a little?”

He swirled toward me, and his face displayed a slight anger. He was still red, but it had softened some.

“Entice me? The first time I saw you, behind that desk, I wanted to climb that barrier and take you right there on the floor. Rip off your clothes, fuck you so damn much and so damn hard you’d be crying for mercy. I wanted to stick my prick in you so far it’d tickle your tonsils.”