Chapter 6
Patti ambled around the lobby for a while, pausing at the souvenir stand to look at picture postcards, stuffed animals and such. All the while she kept one eye trained on searching for the bellhop. Finally, when she felt she could not hang around any longer, she bought some sun tan lotion and, on an impulse, a jar of vaseline.
If he is as big as Cindy says, maybe it will come in handy, she thought as she paid the clerk. She was just turning away from the counter when she saw him enter the front door of the hotel.
He was not in uniform so that she guessed he was coming on duty shortly. As he passed her, seemingly unaware of her stare, she reached out and plucked his sleeve lightly. Cindy was right; he did look like her father. Only a little older, perhaps.
"Yes?" His eyes had a cool, almost condescending expression in them as he paused to see what she wanted.
"You don't know me, but I think you know my friend, Cindy Torres." Patti made her smile confident but her words came out a little hesitatingly.
"Torres ... Oh yes." He acted as though he was trying to remember. "A party checked in by that name. Let me see. Yesterday it was, if I'm not mistaken."
Certainly is a cool one, Patti thought to herself. But out loud she said: "Yes, that's right. Cindy is my brother-in-law's wife. I'm sure you remember."
"What can I do for you, ma'am?" He ignored Patti's tone and looked her up and down while he measured his words.
Damn! he thinks he's smart, she thought. "Well, I thought we might talk about what happened last night between you two—for a start." Patti kept her voice confidential.
"I don't know what you mean," he said even though his eyes mocked her.
"How long before you go on duty?" she asked suddenly, nodding at the street clothes he was wearing.
" 'Bout an hour and a half. Why do you ask?" he responded.
"Well, let's just say I want to buy you a drink and leave it at that. Until we get somewhere I can speak with you frankly." She looked around as if where they were standing was much less private than she would have liked.
"No drink, thanks. I haven't had breakfast yet," he replied. "But I will join you, if you wish."
"Let's go." She started moving in the opposite direction, away from the bar and toward the rooms. "I don't want a drink either. There's coffee and cream in the room. How about that?"
"Sure. That'd be fine," he said with an amused, self-assured smile on his lips.
I don't know which I'd rather do, thought Patti, wipe that smile off his lips or let him butt-fuck me. Well, we'll just see what develops.
She led the way to the suite of rooms she and Bull had taken the night before. It's probably my imagination, she thought, but I can almost feel his eyes on my ass. Unconsciously she began undulating her hips a little more wantonly and quickened her step at the same time. The thought of his hard eyes undressing and caressing her brought a quiver of desire into her loins, and she could feel her pussy getting wet and slick with heat.
"Put the coffee on, will you?" she asked as they entered the living room of the suite. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Tom. Tom Jones," he said, and ignored her request. Instead, he went to the window and gazed across the pool area. "Look, lady. You didn't bring me up here for coffee. What's on your mind?" His back was turned to her.
"Sex," she said simply, and crossed the room to stand closely behind him. She pressed herself against him and enjoyed the crush of her breast melons against his back.
"Get right to the point, don't you!" he said without turning.
"Why not?" Patti answered sultrily. "Cindy said you wanted her in a special way but the two of you couldn't make it. Is that right?" On her tiptoes she nuzzled his ear as she talked.
"You might say that." His laugh was short and stiff.
"Did you like what you were watching as we came here?" Her tongue probed deeply into his ear and she felt his muscles stiffen beneath his clothes.
"Look, lady." He turned suddenly and tried to grab her but she skipped away. "What do you want from me, anyway?" he asked as he advanced slowly toward her.
Patti was glad she had been warned about how mean he could look because now his expression was anything but pretty.
"Guess," she said, putting a chair between them.
"Let's not play games now, lady," he snarled and tried to fake her into going the wrong way. They were circling the chair slowly and Patti knew that eventually he would certainly catch her.
"Okay. No games. I want to see if you are as much man as Cindy said you were, that's all." She held her hand up for him to stay where he was. "Truce? Okay?"
"I don't know." He paused. But before he could reflect any further Patti turned on her heel and walked toward the bedroom. Pausing at the doorway and thrusting her hips back and up for the effect, she said: "There's only one way you're going to find out for sure, Mr. Jones. And that's to cooperate." She disappeared through the doorway.
For a few moments he hesitated as if weighing her words against what he had seen of her so far. Well, if cooperation's all this babe needs, he thought with grim pleasure, Cooperation's my middle name!
When he entered the bedroom he could not see her, but soon she emerged from the bathroom door. She was naked.
"Come here," she ordered. "I want to undress you." With a shrug he sauntered over to where she stood.
"Let me undress you." Patti changed her tone and let her eyes plead a little. "Just stand still and enjoy what it feels like while I take your clothes off."
"All right, if that's what you dig," he said as her hands undid his shirt buttons one by one.
He must be fifty, she thought as she bared his chest and ran her hands over his skin. She let her fingers play in the thatch of gray hair on his chest and thought, His skin feels almost too young for that, though. She stepped up close to him and buried her face in the hair. His smell was strong and clean with soap and her tongue licked into the fur of his chest. Tom's hand went to her ass to press her in close to him, but she slipped away.
"No, no, uh-uh." She clicked her tongue with a roguish grin. "I want you to just watch and feel me take your clothes, Mr. Tom Jones." Her slight, quick fingers went to work on his belt buckle and undid the square gold clasp. He wore his pants cut western and low, so that now they slipped from his hard lean hips, causing Patti to gasp.
He had, indeed, an immense cock, and the tip of it was just barely beginning to emerge from its primitive-looking sheath. The slow emergence seemed to give the dick a soul all its own. And it was this quality that brought the gasp from Patti. She felt his cock respond and submit to the light kiss of her lips as she bent down to her knees on the carpeted floor.
In the shadows and sunlight of the bedroom, she lay her lips along his large penis. Her fine-boned nose breathed and flared above the head of his cock.
The high heels of the boots he wore pulled his muscles taut along his loins, and Patti licked her tongue through the downy hair. She licked her tongue tip from the rim of his anus back up the slope of his furry balls. Wetly she slapped them with a fleshy tongue. She continued her tonguing's of his ball-sack until her mouth found the rising base of Tom's swelling cock.
Patti sandwiched her mouth on each side of the growing organ and slid it along the slab of turgid flesh toward the now exposed ruby head. Her white teeth felt like spikes along Tom's cock sides. When her petulant lips reached the head, she gently pulled back the foreskin and licked slowly underneath. Then she darted her tongue around the head until her mouth surrounded it and sucked it in with a pop. She breathed in deeply and tasted the hard swelling sea salt tang of him. Then her mouth went wild.
With a violent slurp she plunged her face frantically into the man's pulsing crotch. The huge length of his meat disappeared deeply into Patti's throat and the head throbbed down her neck. She pulled her mouth back and the channel of her tongue slid along the base of his shaft, causing him to groan with pleasure. Then once again Patti plunged forward as the pulsing cock head dove to the base of her throat and her mouth watered with saliva at the size of the bellboy. Just the head of his cock was so huge she felt as if her face were crammed full of it, and she felt her wanton clit begin to glow and pulsate in response.
Tom's fingers were tangled in Patti's hair and he was trying to press her throat down the choking length of his staff. But the effect of her tongue and teeth on the tip of his prick as they ruffled tingles around his foreskin was wild and maddening. His cruel power dissipated from him and he succumbed to her lascivious desires. For Patti wanted more than just to suck the man off.
She rose from between Tom's legs and pulled him after her. Then she turned and crawled up onto the round bed.
Tom's eyes took in the enchanting curve of this incredible woman's buttocks as they wriggled and rippled together. There was not much doubt that she wanted him in her from the rear and he stepped up with his old calculating smile on his lips.
"Jesus Christ, bitch, you're almost too much to be believed." Patti looked back over her flanks from the perch of her shoulders and smiled at him with his own calculating tricks.
"Tom Jones?" She was being very coy now and pressing her advantage. "Tom honey, would you fuck me in the ass?"
"Quite a chick, aren't you?"
"Is your prick still all slick with my spit?"
"You bet it is."
Suddenly she twirled around on her haunches and faced him. She reached over and got the jar of vaseline that she had conveniently placed on the night stand beside the bed. With a taunt in her voice she continued, "Well, that pecker of yours is so big, I want to make sure everything is really slippery." She slowly dipped her finger into the jar and got a load of the oozing jelly. Then she turned around again, back on her knees and one hand, all the while watching his face coolly with her tongue between her teeth. She wriggled the mounds of her ass wider so that Tom could clearly see the rosette hole. With her other hand she spread the jelly liberally around the rectal entrance. "This ought to make your cock slip in nice and easy," Patti breathed huskily.
She wagged her ass at him in a saucy come-on and he stepped up behind the waiting woman and roughly pulled her buns apart so that he could see the small flower of an asshole. He insinuated the head of his torrid worm between the buttocks until the tip touched her flower-bud.
"Oh, it's so big and hot!" Patti hissed. "And I don't care if it hurts, Tom, I don't care!"
He pressed slowly and evenly as he felt the taut hole give. He slid the purple head of his tool into the opening and a sigh of pained pleasure issued from between Patti's lips. He felt a spasm in the sphincter muscle swirl hotly around the tip of his rod. She imagined she could see the slit in the head of his penis as it probed the red-eyed jewel of her asshole. The elastic circle widened and the prick head popped in like a rising sun piercing the night.
As his rod charged like a searching light, Tom drilled slowly deeper into the elastic passage. Patti moaned. She was lonely for a moment. Her mind sought to distinguish between an erotic glimmer and the insistent pain of his huge organ. Then Tom pulled back slightly and sent a hot shiver whirling up her asshole.
She shook as though an earthquake had hit her. Tom's fingers found the entrance to her snatch probing roughly for her electrified clitoris. While his fingertips swished the butterfly lips of her pussy apart his hips pushed hard again and he thought, Well, this hot, little bitch can really take it! I'll really ram it up her.
This time when he slipped back into Patti, she flexed her muscles tauter and was rewarded with much more pleasure than pain. Tom rammed like a Roman now: The long pole of his torrid plunger lifting Patti off the bed she crouched upon. With his muscled hands he held her hips against him and drove his pecker home.
Patti felt her anal passage expand and contract with every thunder of his thrust; the long pole of his treelike lumber churned to and fro. To her, the charging of his cock took magnificent plunder, while his fingers clicked her clitoris wildly.
Come on, Cindy's Daddy, fuck me! screamed Patti's silent voice deep into the pleasure-filled caverns of her mind. Oh my God, this is good! Shit! I think I'm going to die ... No, no, goddamn, is this ever good!
Patti began to circle the movement of her hips round and round in an increasing gyration. Her firm, creamy white buns surged against Tom's hard-muscled loins. The touching flesh began to sweat and a thin screen formed slickly between their bodies. Her rectal muscles pulsed in throbbing contractions about his ramming staff.
"I never reamed a better fucking bitch!" the bellman finally broke out, as he continued the controlled and steady slam of his hips. Patti's writhing body was like that of a rag doll shaking on the pole of his member.
"Christ, that's it! Fuck it," Patti hissed, her teeth chattering in pleasured racks. "Fuck it hard, you bastard!!! I got the hunger. Oh yes, fuck it —fuck it, PPLEASE!!"
The enraged passion of the lust-filled girl drove Tom mad with power. With blood pulsing in his head at a terrific rate he let loose on his steady rams and rode her like a galloping, bucking, slapping horse. His cock was tied deeply into the charms of her asshole and he lost all rhythmic control.
As he drove the one-eyed monster hurtling down the forbidden cave of Patti's juicy ass, his fingers beat a tattoo rhythm on her hard, rubbery clit. With the steady build of his thundering cock up her ass, Patti felt the first waves of orgasm surf up her empty pussy slopes. The picture of his mean-looking cock burned in her mind each time the man's finger twitched her clitoris. The slamming impact of his mad prick broke wave after wave orgasmically tumbling deep within her womb. She heard her own cum echo up from the depths of her gloried cunt and felt its sizzle. Along with pleasure she was filled with an unholy glee, exulting in the experience.
Tom grunted and she felt the mad pace he was setting quicken while the heat from his meat increased.
"Here it comes, pretty bitch," Tom said with almost a snicker. "Get ready, because I'm really going to blast you!"
The first hot glob struck deeply into Patti's bowels and she almost screamed at the impact. Time after time the red hot jism exploded in swirling sheets up her frantically contracting glory hole.
"Oh, it's beautiful," she groaned as the white-hot stars of her cumming reached their peak. She was aware only of a dull booming thunder deep within her bowels. Tom's trumpeting drive built mountains of feeling that struggled like titans up to take hold of her and push her off the cliff of ethereality. To Tom it was as if he were a jack hammer beating his huge prick into Patti, intent upon cracking her essence. Then, with one last gigantic shudder, he collapsed on Patti and their heaving bodies stilled.
For long moments they lay that way: sprawled haphazardly across the bed with the bellboy's weight crushing the slight woman beneath him. His wilting tool was lodged deeply in her butt and the tight sphincter muscles did not seem to want to let go their hold. The sweat had begun to chill before Tom spoke.
"I'd love to go another round, baby, but I've got to get something to eat before I go on duty. How about I see you after work?" he asked.
Her passion was spent, and Patti felt almost too lazy to respond. "Maybe so. We'll see," she said and rolled over on the bed when he withdrew from her.
Now that she had experienced firsthand what Cindy had been unable to take, she quite naturally felt a little apathetic about anything further between them. Perhaps it was a little too bitchy of her, but frankly she did now want to see him anymore. But she did not know how to tell him so.
Instead, she feigned sleep while he went to the bathroom and dressed. And she kept her eyes closed and her breathing even until he was gone. Then, as if she had been with an animal which smelled, she went into the shower and scrubbed herself nearly raw.