David Brown: Sheila spreads wide

Sheila followed the porter into the hotel room. She watched him as he set down her baggage on the huge double bed. As soon as he left the room, she removed her clothing and headed for the bathroom. For the next twenty minutes she stood in the shower and let the warm jets of water massage her soft flesh.

After she dried herself, Sheila fell heavily onto the bed. She was completely exhausted. She sighed and stretched. The shower was absolutely divine, she told herself. Just what she needed. After all, it had been quite a trip. Six hundred miles in less than ten hours. And it was not quite over. There was still another hundred miles to go. Her sister lived in Las Vegas. Oh well, she thought. There's really no hurry. Linda isn't expecting me till Saturday. That's three days from now. I'll get plenty of rest today, spend the night, and head for Las Vegas some time tomorrow night.

What I need now, she thought, is a good, stiff drink. There was a cocktail lounge on the ground floor of the hotel. And a restaurant. Sheila decided to have one or two drinks and a good meal. Then she could sack out for the rest of the day.

Getting up, she opened her bags, found her hairbrush, and went back into the bathroom. She spent the next ten minutes in front of the full-length mirror, combing her long, golden hair. Occasionally, she glanced at her luscious naked body. Sheila had always been proud of her body. It was perfect, and she knew it. She reflected that she had never had a rough time with men. After she was finished with her hair, Sheila brushed her teeth and went into the other room to dress.

Five minutes later, she inspected herself in the reflection of the dresser mirror. She looked superb. She had chosen to dress casually: a tight-fitting miniskirt and sleeveless sweater. Sheila never wore a bra or panties. They were too constricting. As a result, her big, round breasts pushed boldly against the thin fabric of the sweater, and the round globes of her perfect ass were quite evident against the miniskirt.

She gave herself one more glance in the mirror before she left the room and took the elevator downstairs.

The lounge was deserted. Sighing in relief, Sheila went to the counter and sat down on the stool. She had hoped the place wouldn't be packed. She was tired, and the last thing she needed was to be surrounded by a hundred smelly, giddy, drunken men with hard-ons.

The barman was a nice, rough-looking man. He took her order and quickly returned with her drink. Sheila sipped the drink slowly. The warm liquor quickly soothed her. She relaxed and took another sip.

Sheila was beginning to feel much, much better. Suddenly something caught her eye. She turned and saw someone sitting on the stool next to hers. He was a good-looking guy in his early thirties. He was tall and well-built. He was smiling. Sheila smiled back.

"Lemme buy you a drink," he said softly, signaling the barman.

"Thank you," she said when the barman brought her the drink.

"That's quite all right," he said. "By the way, what's a gorgeous hunk of woman like you doin' drinkin' alone?"

She sipped her drink and shrugged. "My name's Lou," he said. "Mine's Sheila."

"How long are you gonna be stayin' here, Sheila?"

"Just for the night," she replied. "Maybe a little longer."

"Want some action?"

She eyed him carefully. "What kind of action?" He smiled at her. "I gotta room on the third floor."

"Thanks, but I'm pretty tired…"

"What you need is something to perk you up," he suggested. "I know just the thing."

She laughed. "I'll bet you do!"

What the hell, she thought. It had been a long time since she had accepted a pickup. And a much longer time since she had really enjoyed herself with a man. She smiled at Lou and replied: "All right. When do you…"

"Let's go right now!" he said eagerly, downing his drink in one swallow.

Sheila laughed at his enthusiasm and finished her drink. Then they got up and left the room.

Lou closed the door behind him and wasted no time. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her. His cock was as hard as a rock. His hands fumbled at the sweater covering her breasts. She laughed and kissed him.

"What's your hurry?" she asked. "There's plenty of time!"

"Baby, you're a real hunk!" he exclaimed, panting feverishly. He pulled her to the bed and pushed her until she was lying on her back with her long, golden legs dangling over the edge. He tried to remove her sweater, but he was having quite a time with it. Sheila sat up and raised her arms high in the air. Lou pulled the sweater off her and looked at her tits.

"They're unreal!" he gasped. He pushed her down on the bed and buried his face in their softness. He took her left nipple in his mouth and sucked eagerly. His left hand was milking her right breast.

Sheila sighed. Closing her eyes, she moaned and began to pant. Already the warm floods began writhing within her.

Lou got up and pulled off the miniskirt. Sheila's shiny golden snatch gaped at him. Once again he began to pant. He got down on his knees, spread her legs wide, and buried his face in her moist pussy. Sheila gasped and jerked on the bed. She felt Lou's tongue slapping hotly against her creamy pussy-lips. He shoved his hands underneath her ass, forced her legs wider apart with his shoulders, and attacked the pink pussy hungrily.

Soon her gash was juicy with his saliva. Her heart began racing. Lou rammed his thumb up her honey tube and rotated it in vicious circles. Sheila wailed and arched her back. She felt the hot drops climbing down her steaming slit.

Lou could no longer stand it. Standing up, he dropped his pants and tore at the buttons on the shirt. Sheila looked up and saw a long, thick cock quivering threateningly above her. God, she thought. That damned thing must be eight or nine inches long!

He wasted no time. Kneeling between her legs, he spread them wider and shoved two fingers up her hot quim. Sheila cried out in surprise. Lou pumped her slit for a while. When he pulled his fingers from her pussy, he noticed they were sticky with slit water. He laughed and licked the juice from his fingers. Then he bent down and stuck his tongue into her cunt.

Sheila's naked body jerked on the bed. She gasped and spread her legs wider for him. Sweat appeared on her forehead and between her tits. She howled in delight and pressed her thighs against his head.

Soon Lou was finished eating her snatch. He sucked her pink clit and took it deeply into his mouth. Sheila moaned and pushed her juicy hole against his chin. Her juice dribbled from her pink crack and gathered on his chin. Lou continued to suck the hot clit. Reaching under her, he shoved his thumb up her asshole and felt it growing moist.

A few moments later, he got up. Sheila felt the head of his thick dong rubbing her twat. Groaning, she reached down between them and guided it until the enormous prick head separated the steamy walls of her quim. Her whole body went tense.

Lou reached down and rested his palms on her titties. They were hot and hard. He squeezed them, squeezed the nipples, slammed his dong deeply into her soaked hole, and felt Sheila sprinkling honey water all over his prick and balls.

He began pumping her slowly. His big reamer slid in and out of her greasy hole. Soon Sheila was soaked. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ass.

Lou pumped her harder. The base of his prick slammed viciously against her cunt and pubic bone. Her heart pounded. Lou took a thick nipple in his mouth and sucked it as he pumped her.

Moments later, she squealed and pounded her snatch against his cock.

Without warning, Lou pulled his prick out of her and flipped her ever. Spreading her legs wide, he placed his hands flatly against her stomach, lifted her up, and pressed his prick against her creamy asshole. Sheila helped him by bringing her legs up and resting her thighs against her stomach. Then she waited until he spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart before she cried out as his prick slid inside.