Don Baker - The naughty night clerk

Billy was a good and willing pupil. He kissed my cunt lips, sucked on them, and his tongue played magic. My body began to move and the thought that he was bringing such joy and excitement to a fully experienced woman, instead of a semi-experienced schoolgirl, must have given him more encouragement, because he began to play with my pussy with his hand as well as kiss and lick it.

“Now, Billy, move your body so that you are on top of me, but keep your head between my legs.”

We were now in the ‘69’ position, and his penis, hardening by the second, dangled just inches from my mouth. I pulled the skin back, exposing the bead, and licked it. Billy moaned and put his mouth even closer to my pussy.

“Don’t get in a hurry, Billy, take your time,” I cautioned.

He slowed down and I continued working on him. I pulled his body down so I could get his prick in my mouth. Since it wasn’t too big, I was easily able to take the whole thing. His balls kept, hitting against my head as he pumped in and out of my mouth and I reached up and played with them. When I did, he pushed his tongue inside me as far as he could. I reacted to the sensation by biting into his rod. I heard him groan and then he pushed his straining cock deep into my mouth.

When his warm fluid began painting my throat, I joined him. He hesitated only momentarily when he felt my juice on his tongue, and then began lapping and tonguing even more. He had less fluid this time, and was soon finished.

He moved from on top of me, but without moving his head. He was still eating away, as if he had found some fabulous dessert and couldn’t get enough of it. I started to stop him, but decided not to. If he wanted to eat me, let him go ahead. I was enjoying it. I played with his balls while he tongued me, but his prick would not rise. It would be awhile before he would be able to get an erection again.

But this didn’t deter Billy. Almost as if he wanted to show his appreciation for what I had done, he continued kissing and sucking my cunt, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go and lapping at the walls. It wasn’t long before I was again vibrating. I encased his head with my legs and slowly moved my body against his tongue. I had had sex with many men, and in many different fashions. This certainly wasn’t the first time I had been eaten, and wouldn’t be the last. But it was the first time I had been made to come one time after another.

I unloaded again, and Billy continued to lap away at the juice. I finally had to pull him away, or he would have eaten me into another climax. Not that I would have minded, but there were a few other little tricks I wanted to show my young student.

"Well, Billy, how did you like your first experience with oral sex?”

“Great. Just great.” A typical teenage reaction to something, new, something enjoyable.

We rested for awhile and then I teased his prick, getting it aroused. When it was stiff enough, I climbed on top of him and let it slide slowly into my moist hole. My breasts were hanging above his face and he took one in each hand. As I took my, time riding his cock, he took his time kissing and sucking on my nipples. He even maneuvered my breasts to where he could put both nipples in his mouth at the same time.

A rippling sensation ran through my body when he did and I began riding his cook at a quicker pace.

“Are you ready to come?” I asked, in a gasping voice.

“No, not yet.”

I reached behind me and took his balls in my hand. Playing with them soon put him on the brink. He squeezed my breasts and bit into the nipples, just as he unleashed his load. When I felt the juice hit my insides, I shot my wad. I sat down on him heavily, feeling his prick go in as far as it possibly could, as my juice flowed down over his rod.

He was young, but he recovered quickly. I was surprised that his recuperating powers were so rapid. After only a few minutes rest, his prick again rose to the occasion. This time, I had him fuck me dog-fashion.

“Billy, pull your penis out until only the head is inside. Then push forward, not too fast or too hard, until our bodies are together. Keep doing it that way until you’re ready to come.”

The boy’s instinct was working, because as he was fucking me as I had directed, he played with my anus, moving his finger in and out, and rotating it inside me. As he would push his prick home, I would move back to where our bodies were as close as possible and to where his meathook could plow in as deeply as its length would allow.

His playing with my asshole caused me to come before he did. As I unloaded, I pushed against him as hard as I could, and he quit pumping until I was finished. When I quit pushing, he began pounding hard and deep, each time causing me to brace myself to keep from falling forward. He was on the verge of coming and I knew it would be only a matter of time. He finally rammed home, and his fluid painted the inside of my joy box. I squeezed his balls to get the last drop from his container.

When he had finished, he pulled his limp prick from my hole and rolled onto the bed, on his back. He was breathing heavily.

“Miss Logan,” he said, panting. “I never imagined it would be like this. I was scared to death to talk to you today, but now, I’m sure glad I did.”

That was quite a compliment coming from a fifteen-year old boy. I had had bigger cocks rammed into me, but had enjoyed few of them more than my experience with this young boy.

Before Billy left my apartment, we had oral sex again, and this time he made me come three times in succession before I finally, and reluctantly, pulled him away.

I have not seen Billy since that day, but I can imagine any of the schoolgirls he conquers now will never forget him. Someday, maybe, we will meet again. I would be interested in discovering what other experiences teach him through the years.

Although the Barton Hotel was fairly small, as hotels go, and somewhat off the beaten path, we did manage to book a convention or two each year. These were usually the smaller ones, or the overflow when other, larger hotels were full.

One convention in particular I will never forget.

The convention was for salesmen from a plastics firm, numbering not more than seventy or eighty people, and few of the men had brought their wives. We had done our best to make them comfortable and they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

It was a four-day convention and the third night, when I was finally relieved at the desk, I trodded wearily to the elevator. Four conventioneers were ahead of me and entered the elevator first. Each one, apparently with a snort or two under his belt, gave me a good going over and lustfully grinned at the other.

When I got off on the floor where my apartment was located, they also got off.

“Say, little lady, how about coming into my room for a drink?” One of them was brave and pushed forward to make the first approach.

“Thanks, but I'll pass tonight. I'm awfully tired. It’s been a full day.”

“Then a drink is just what you need,” another one spoke up.

“No, really, I…"

The man who had initiated the offer had already opened the door to his room and was beckoning me inside.

“We won’t hurt you, just want a little female companionship, and you’re about the most beautiful female we’ve seen since arriving in this town.”

I wasn’t worried about getting hurt. I was tired, and if they did make any advances, which I felt certain was their intent. I didn’t know if I could handle them, especially all four of them. But despite my tiredness, I hadn’t had a screw of any kind in two weeks, and was about ready for some bed robbing.

"Well, all right, but just for one drink.”

It was about nine o’clock when the five of us entered the room. We had several drinks and the more the whiskey flowed, the braver they became. Around ten o’clock, they started telling dirty jokes and when they saw I wasn’t blushing, they became bolder. I was pretty tipsy by this time and the jokes, especially the rawer ones, sent little shivers through my body.