Chapter 6
When Susan went to the club the next night she couldn't help noticing a handsome blond waiter. He was naked and that was the best thing about him. He had a partial hard-on and she could see the glistening blond hair on his body glow under the lights.
As he walked over to her he smiled warmly.
"Can I get you something?" he asked sexily.
"Yes," she said. "Tom Collins."
"How about a Tom Collins with me?" he winked.
"Are you serious?" she asked.
"Sure I am," he said. "I get out of here about one a.m."
"Good," she said. "When you bring me that Tom Collins I'll give you my address."
"All I need is your phone number, sweetheart," he said, "and your room number."
He turned around and she got a good look at his broad shoulders and his well tanned body. She loved the sight of him as he was muscular and his muscles were rippling. As he walked she could see the muscles in his asscheeks flex and she loved his sturdy calves.
"Now baby," he said, "here's your Tom Collins," when he returned.
Handing him her phone number and room number on the book of matches, she winked at him.
"I'll be waiting."
"Remember, my name is Harry, honey."
"Hurry over, Harry," she smiled, "and put out the fire down below."
He nodded and went back to the bar. She motioned him over once more. She had only consumed two drinks and she didn't want to get loaded.
"Harry," she whispered, "how much is it?"
"I ask seventy-five bucks," he said. "Is that too much?"
"Of course it's too much," she said, "but you're worth every penny of it."
She accepted him gladly and when she left the bar she glanced back at all of the naked male waiters but only one stood out. She didn't see Ron and she figured it must be his night off.
Going back to the hotel was a bit lonely for her. She saw a couple sitting there in the lobby chatting happily and talking little talk. She wished she had someone that she could fondle and caress like a lover. Love on the one night stand basis was becoming rather difficult. It was always changing and adjusting and flexing to meet the new personalities that she would have to deal with.
She went up to her room and turned on some soft music. Then she stepped out to the balcony and saw the moonlight as it cast its glow on the waters. However people in the next room had left the door open and as she stood there she heard moanings and groanings of sexual pleasure. She wondered what all the erotic pleasure was all about and so she went over to the corner of her balcony vantage point and watched. Then she saw a sight she would never forget. There the couple were in an unusual position. The man was seated in a chair and the woman was straddling him. He was a rather fat man with a big belly. The woman locked her legs around him and he was stabbing away.
"Fuck it," he cried eagerly, "fuck, baby, fuck."
She was giving him all of the excitement he wanted and as he fucked away he seemed to be getting a big charge out of it.
"Oh yes, yes," he cried enthusiastically, "that's what I want, fuck, baby, fuck."
The pleasure was building every moment as he stabbed away and his arms were around her. She was brushing her bosoms back and forth across his chest as they screwed. Watching the fat man get his rocks off was an unusual experience for her. She could hardly believe that this was the way that he cared to make it. It seemed awkward and difficult.
She watched the woman throw her head back as she captured sexual ecstasy. The man then began licking at her nipples. He bit them and then he stabbed savagely.
"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck baby, fuck. All the way. That's the way to do it. Fuck it, baby, oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's what I want. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He came again and strangely Susan felt her own mound moistening under the impact of watching. She stepped back from the window vantage point quickly, as the man glanced around the room when he had finished his sex. The last thing she wanted was for him to see. It alerted her to make sure that the balcony doors were completely closed when her lover appeared.
She took off all of her clothes and took a shower. Then pulling back the bed clothes she lay on the blue sheet. She turned on a soft light and played some music. As the music played, she couldn't help thinking. She was thinking of her predicament at school. She was thinking of the passions that pulled her from one student to another. She was tired of being a wave in a storm tossed sex sea. How she yearned for some control but it seemed with her compulsions, her desires, her erotic pulls, she could never have the control she needed.
She fell asleep and didn't know a thing until she heard a knock at the door. She went to the door and asked quietly, "Harry is that you?"
"Yes beautiful," the voice replied.
She opened the door and when Harry caught sight of her naked bosoms and her shaved box he smiled broadly.
"Let me get in quick, baby doll," he laughed, "we don't want to parade your pussy down the hall."
"Oh I always sleep in the nude," she said. "It's better in the buff."
"I like women who sleep in the nude," he said, "On the all night assignments we fuck more times if we are prepared."
"You stay all night with women very often?" she asked.
"Well not too often," he told her. "You see I'm married."
"Aren't any of you naked waiters single?" she asked. "Why do you all get married?"
"Because it's natural to get married," he said. "What do you expect?"
"Well I don't know," she said, "I really don't."
As he stripped his clothes off and she looked at his huge penis swinging between his legs she got a hot urge to have it.
"You like that hunk of meat?" he smiled, as he reached for it and slowly stroked it.
"Yes baby," she smiled, "it looks awfully good to me."
"I'm going to make you beg for it, baby," he smiled, "and you'll appreciate it more."
"Beg for it?" she asked curiously, "what do you mean?"
"I mean crawl across the floor on your knees," he smiled.
"Well I've never done that before," she said. "I don't think I would enjoy it."
Just then he looked at her box.
"Oh baby," he said, "I'm going to enjoy licking that."
"I don't want to crawl on my knees to you," Susan objected.
"Listen to me," he insisted, "and you won't be sorry."
He took a belt from his pants and lashed it across her bare buttocks.
"How did that feel?" he asked.
"Dreadful," she told him. "I don't like it."
"Now don't be that way," he said, "really baby."
"I'm telling you," she said, "I don't like it."
At this point he was getting turned on.
"Stretch out across the bed," he told her. "That's it. Stretch your ass for me."
She lay on her stomach and her buttocks were exposed to his belt. The belt came down with a mean lash.
"Stop it," she objected. "I don't like that."
"How would you like to whip my butt?" he said. "How'd you like that?"
"I don't think I would care for it," she said.
"Well I dig it, baby," he smiled, "and I want you to do it for me."
It didn't take the waiter long to stretch out across the bed. As he did so he glanced back to watch her.
"Now pick up my belt," he said, "and lash it across my ass like a whip."
Because she was getting disgusted with him, she found it a little easier to do something this distasteful. Picking up the belt she lashed it hard across his bare buttocks.
"Oh that feels good," he said, "yes, I like it."
Now the pleasure was more intense.
"Oh, keep that up," he begged her, "yes. Yes. I like that."
When she had done this a few times, he told her, "Now I want you to get on top of my butt and rub my back."
Straddling his ass she found a comfortable seat.
"Now up and down my spine," he said, "give me a good rub-down."
She pressed her fingers up and down and she enjoyed seeing his body wiggle as she went to work.
"Like this?" she asked him.
"Yes," he said, "that's the way I like it. Oh, yes."
The pleasure was building now as she continued.
"Now baby," he said, "move down a little. I want you to rub my ass and when you're rubbing, kiss me."
She knew what he wanted and disgusting as it was to her she rubbed between his legs. She pressed her fingers on his prostate gland, and then she kissed his ass and licked it.
"Now baby," he smiled, "comes the big treat. I'll get on my knees and you can get on the other side of the room. I want you to crawl over to me."
She pulled off him and realizing she had little or no alternative did as she was commanded to do.
"Come on baby," he insisted, "that's the way. Yes, yes. Now. That's it."
He was delighted and excited as she crawled across the room to him.
"Oh that's great," he told her, "that's great, baby.':
The excitement that he enjoyed now was enormous for he had her crawling. He loved the sight of her big bosoms as they pressed against the floor as she made her way over to him. He liked the sight of her wiggling bare ass as she came across the floor.
"Come on Susie baby," he smiled, "come to Daddy."
He spread his legs and grasped his thighs.
"Doesn't it look good, honey?" he smiled. "Just look at it, a big hard cock, and big juicy balls. Oh you've got a lot waiting over here for you, baby."
The point that he had picked was even with a wall near her. It gave him a very good view of the action when she finally got to him.
"Now baby," he said, "we are going to have a lot of fun."
She finally got to him and he bent over.
"Let your tongue run along my balls," he suggested to her, "that's the way. And feel my ass. I love that too."
She massaged his asscheeks at this awkward angle and let her tongue lick along his balls. Then opening her mouth she took his balls in. He loved the sensations this created.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That is groovy. Yes, come on, baby."
She gripped his penis and began pumping.
"Oh sweetheart," he smiled, "you don't know how cool that feels to me. When your hot hand is pumping and your mouth is working at my balls you drive me out of my mind."
She continued pumping with a rhythmic pace and she enjoyed the sight of the balls tugging up and down with her hand movement.
"Lick the underside of the cock," he told her. "That's it. Just like that, slow and easy. Lick the glans portion of it."
She licked the sensitive glans portion of his penis, and then slowly eased her mouth over the head.
"Oh that's like hot velvet sucking me in," he said.
Her mouth worked vigorously now and she gladly gave him the thrills he desired so much.
"Oh, that's beautiful," Harry exclaimed. "Yes, baby, yes. That's the way. Oh honey, you don't know what you're doing to me."
The pleasure was vast now, as she worked her head up and down on the cock shaft.
"Oh baby, watching you do it in the mirror is too much. I like to see your head going up and down on my cock. That's beautiful. Keep it up, baby."
Moving her mouth vigorously up and down his cock shaft was bringing her pleasure too. She was building up suction in this most intimate connection. It was strange how his penis seemed apart from him. It was as if he wasn't there. She was only aware of his testicles and as her vision was confined to that area she was delighted and excited. Waves of erotic delight swept over her as she continued eating him.
"Nibble on it," he begged. "Yes baby, yes, nibble on my cock shaft."
The pleasure that he was enjoying at this point was increasing.
"Keep it up," he begged her eagerly, "yes, baby, yes."
There was no doubt about it. He was getting the satisfaction he sought so much.
"Eat my cock," he begged her, "I want you to go for the juice, baby."
She was determined to give him the kind of action he wanted. Even though momentarily when he asked her to crawl she was outraged. Nevertheless she was discovering a new dimension of sex pleasure, as the excitement surfaced at this point.
"That's the way I like it," he said excitedly. "Oh yes, oh baby, pull on the balls. That's it. Tug on my nuts."
Using her fingers effectively, she played with his testicles and this excited him.
"Come on, baby," he gasped, "oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, baby, that's the way. Oh, do it!"
As she continued she started tasting the juice that surfaced at the small slit at the crown of his cock.
"I'm almost there, honey," he said, "Hang in there, baby."
She hung in there and finally a white volcano erupted in her mouth. As the creamy cum shot over it she felt it touching the back of her throat and sliding down there.
"I'm cuming," he cried excitedly, "yes baby, yes baby, I made it. That's it, baby."
The hot cream surged into her mouth. She gulped it and the pleasure that she felt at this passionate point increased.
"Eat my meat," he cried excitedly, as he shoved her down farther over his shaft.
Slowly she pulled off. Then he was wild to get his tongue into her.
"Oh baby," he said. "Have you got anything sweet to put in your pussy?"
"What do you mean?" she smiled.
"I mean like honey or something different," he said. "That is my specialty. After all, I do work in a restaurant."
"You want to sweeten up my pussy, eh baby?" she laughed.
"I'd love to," he assured her.
She was willing and eager to give him what he wanted.
"We'll just have to call room service and get some honey," she giggled.
"Well what will you ask for the honey to go in?" he laughed.
"Maybe I'd better ask for a butterscotch sundae," she said.
"Make mine hot fudge," he laughed with her.
She called up the room service and asked for a butterscotch sundae and a hot fudge sundae. After half an hour later a young bellboy brought the two sundaes up to the room.
"Now how are we going to do this?" she asked.
"Well why don't we give you fudge bosoms," he laughed, "and a butterscotch pussy?"
"Sounds good enough to eat," she giggled.
He got down there and spread her pussy lips apart. And then he spooned the butterscotch into her. Next he took the fudge off the top of the sundae and put it over her bosoms. After that he gobbled in the ice cream and spread a little across her stomach.
"Are you going to lick me there too?" she smiled.
"I'm a good licker," he said, "and I'm going to enjoy this sundae. Butterscotch will never taste so good."
He began on her breasts and licked the hot fudge off them.
"Oh you must really dig that," she said. "From the way you go at it."
He finished with the hot fudge on her bosoms and moved down to lick the melting ice cream off her stomach. Then he came to her vagina.
"I'm going to eat that butterscotch pussy," he smiled as he pulled her lips apart and let his tongue slide in. Licking the butterscotch walls of her vagina she became excited. He stabbed his tongue in there with piston precision movements as if his tongue were a penis. She loved the way he stiffened it and marveled at the effective tongue tricks he could employ. It wasn't just a back and forth movement at all. One moment he was twirling his tongue and the next he was licking. And the next he was stabbing it in vigorous jabs. It was excitement that she had never had before.
"Eat my butterscotch pussy," she laughed, "eat it, baby, eat it."
He pulled his tongue out a moment and suggested something.
"Why don't you throw your legs over me, honey?" he asked. "I'd really love that."
She threw her legs over his shoulders and she loved it. Pressing against her now with his tongue he bore down with his lips. He was building up a suction within her vagina, creating sensations she never knew existed before. Susan clutched at the sheets as she turned her head back and forth on the pillow.
"Oh wow!" she gasped excitedly, as she juiced.
She came in multiple climaxes, merging with the butterscotch. That only ignited a fire in the nude waiter's tongue. He stabbed it in vigorously eating her as if she were a delicious dessert. Finishing, he withdrew his tongue and let it lick down her inner thigh.
"Oh, what a lover boy you are," she complimented him.
He nodded and smiled.
"I guess I know where it's at," he chuckled.
"You sure do baby," she agreed.
As she lay there looking at him she couldn't help notice his huge penis was hard again.
"You have what they call a repeater peter," she smiled.
Reaching down he gripped his cock in his hand.
"What do you suggest we do now?" he smiled at her.
"How about a chair fuck?" she asked him.
"A chair fuck?" he laughed. "That's how fat people fuck."
"Well it's an interesting one," she said, "I want you to do it to me."
"You're beginning to sound more and more like a pro, Susan," he laughed. "Now how did you know about chair fucking?"
"Do you want to know the awful truth?" she smiled at him.
"I must know the truth," he said. "That's if you expect me to give you that chair fuck you want so bad."
"Alright, alright," she told him, "I will tell you the truth. The truth is that I was a voyeur a while back. In the room next door I saw this fat guy giving a chick the cock. And he was slamming it to her from the chair. He had such a big belly and it was amazing how she could slip over his shaft sitting in the chair."
"Just because you told me the truth," he said, "I'm going to give it to you."
He got to his feet and went over to the chair. Just then there was a knock on the door.
"I wonder who that is," she said.
"One of your other lovers," he laughed.
"Who is it?" she called.
"It's room service," the voice replied.
"Alright," she said.
She went over to the door and the room service boy told her, "I forgot to get you to sign for this."
He looked at her breasts and she only had a towel wrapped around herself.
"Put your eyes back in the sockets," she said as she signed.
"They should make a body like that illegal," he replied.
He walked away and she looked at him. He didn't look bad either. Yet she knew she couldn't take on the whole world and she returned to the lover she had waiting for her on the chair in the bedroom.
"Get over here," he said. "I'll be playing with myself if you don't."
"Now quit that," she complained. "You sound as bad as Portnoy."
"Portnoy who?" he asked.
"Oh that was that famous bock character," she said. "The one who spent his life with his hand on his cock."
"You mean they wrote a book about a guy who played with himself?" he asked her.
"They not only wrote a book about it baby," she said, "they made a movie about it."
"You've got to be kidding," he said.
"Unfortunately I'm not," he said. "It was terribly dull. AH you could see was this guy's hand. Actually I wonder how they ever get such ideas."
"Beats me," he laughed, as he grabbed his penis and began pumping.
"Take your hand off your cock," she complained. "That's mine."
She pulled his hand off his penis and then put her legs around him as she straddled him in the chair. The penis slid in smoothly as her slit moved down in a hard motion.
"Fuck me," she said, "come on, fuck me."
The rock hard cock stabbed in there.
"Keep it up, baby," he said, "that's what I like. Oh yes, give it to me."
She crushed her breasts against his chest as he stabbed into her and then their mouths met in a French kiss. As their tongues flicked against each other she felt more and more excited.
"Oh, baby," he panted excitedly, "you don't know how good that feels to me. Yes, yes baby, keep that up."
The hot tongue threshed about and he was getting more and more excited every moment.
Now she was squeezing with her legs as he went on thrusting. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and continued the tongue versus tongue action. He was almost there. He moved away from her and smiled up at her.
"I'm shooting baby," he told her, "grab it with your pussy."
Grasping his penis with her vagina muscles she gave him a wild workout.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "That's fantastic, baby. Yes, yes, I really dig that."
The sudden delight that he felt as she continued giving him the action he needed had brought him to the point where he was shaking.
"Why are you shaking honey?" the teacher smiled.
"Because you got me so turned on," he admitted.
The pleasure that she felt as he finished giving her the action she wanted was remarkable.
"Oh baby," she gasped excitedly, "you don't know how good that feels."
"I have a pretty good idea," he smiled.
As he finished thrusting, she felt herself juicing too. Sliding around in her well lubricated pussy he felt a little more juice spurting at the head of his cock.
"You always give fucks this good?" the nude waiter smiled.
"Most of the time," she admitted.
As she slid off him she looked at him.
"Maybe I should be in your business," she told him.
"I don't think you'd like it," he admitted.
"Why not?" she wanted to know.
"Because," he said, "it isn't fun all the time. There are plenty of things I have to do that I don't like to do and I don't want you to ever consider such an occupation. Incidentally, what do you do for a living?"
"Teach kids," she said.
"Do you ever fuck some of your students?" he asked.
"I have," she admitted.
"That's dangerous business," he warned her.
"I know it is," she said. "But when I look at some of those hot young kids I get turned on. I want to fuck them."
"You'd better stay off that," he warned her.
"I will try to," she said.
Then she looked at him and he said, "There's one thing I always get a big kick out of."
"What's that?" she asked him.
"Well it's a funny thing," he said. "When a woman throws her leg up in the air and I can get a good view of her pussy I really love that. Would you like to do that for me?"
"If you get a kick out of it," she said, "I'll let you do it."
She went over to the bed and threw one leg up in the air. She parted her other leg, so her shaved box was given a good view.
"You know I like that," he said, "that is real good."
She was surprised that she was obtaining some erotic satisfaction from this herself. Suddenly she felt herself getting moist there. He noticed the droplets around her pussy and commented.
"I guess you're getting turned on too," he smiled.
"A little," she admitted.
"Oh no," he said, "you're getting turned on a lot."
As his eyes focused on her vagina it seemed as if he was hypnotizing her.
"Isn't that beautiful, baby?" he smiled.
"What?" she asked.
"Mental telepathy fucking," he grinned.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean this baby," he said, "I've been sitting there projecting my sex vibrations to you and as I watched that gorgeous box of yours get juicy, I got hotter. I was imagining thrusting my big cock in there and you got the message."
"Maybe I got it," the teacher admitted. "I know that I was getting more and more stimulated."
"Sure you were getting excited," he said, "no doubt about it."
He went over to her and he rested his leg on her thigh. His eyes still focused on her mound. Strangely she felt more and more sexual attraction at this point.
"It does feel good," she admitted. "Yes. I really like that."
The pleasure was building now every moment and he was becoming more and more stimulated as he licked away.
"Lick there, baby," she said, "if you want to take a whack at it with your tongue, go ahead and lick."
He was pumping away with his tongue getting her more and more stimulated. One hand massaged her ass while his tongue stabbed away.
"That's how you do it," he told her, "yes. That's the way to do it. Keep doing it baby."
The pleasure was building now to the point where he could hardly stand it.
"Honey," she said, "why don't you put your mouth over it? Go ahead."
He pressed his mouth over it and built up a slow suction.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Keep it up, baby."
Continuing his tongue stabbing action as well as his ass massage was bringing her to the point of climax.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck."
The pleasure was getting better and better.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's beautiful. Come on, baby."
Suddenly her vagina muscles were gripping at his tongue.
"Slide it in there baby," he told her. "Yes, that's what I want."
The pleasure was building now to a crescendo. She reached down and began pumping on his penis while he angled his body so she could get a good view of his legs.
"Keep it up baby," he told her, "yes. That's what I want. Keep it up, baby."
The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch, and he could hardly stand it.
"Oh yes baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Keep it going, baby. Yes."
Now his face was in her crotch as she was running her fingers through his cock and balls. As she excited him more, she could see that her erotic reaction created a simultaneous erotic response in him. The tongue stabbed away viciously, and she was more and more excited every second.
"Keep it up, baby," she begged. "Oh yes, yes, baby. That's what I want. Keep it up.
The pleasure mounted every moment and she knew it wouldn't be much longer until she juiced.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that so beautiful."
Suddenly with savage and animalistic tongue thrust designed to give her the erotic excitement she wanted, she juiced in his face.
"Eat my box baby," she panted, "eat my box."
Her hand pumped furiously on his penis, while he ate her. Suddenly her mouth slid over his shaft and she began licking it. He thrust it down her throat and while his tongue brought her to multiple climaxes, his cock splattered in her throat. The hot white spray was accepted like a glorious gift.
"Eat it," he panted, as he pulled his tongue out of her vagina.
She gobbled him and was thrilled by the opportunity to give him the sex he wanted.
"Oh baby," she smiled, "that's what I like."
As he lay there on her thigh he smiled at her.
"We can make a great team," he suggested. "We can put on exhibitions."
"Exhibitions?" she asked.
"Yes," he explained, "people pay plenty to watch a couple of lovers do everything. I could try that butterscotch and hot fudge routine and we could do the chair fuck."
"Where do you do this?" she asked.
"Private parties," he suggested. "How about that?"
"What would your wife say?" she asked him.
"As long as I'm bringing home the bread," he chuckled, "she wouldn't give a damn."
"What a nice marriage," she said acidly. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Oh you're a moral prude," he said. "You won't do that with me but you'd play around with your students. You should feel guilty."
"I don't," she said. "And don't try to make me feel guilty either."
"I'm not going to try and make you feel anything," he told her.
"You couldn't," she said. "I will only feel what I want to."
He was getting perturbed at her attitude and realized he was getting nowhere with the suggestion that they become a fuck team.
He got off the bed and slipped into his shorts slowly. He looked at her as she lay there.
"We would make a good team," he tried once more.
"Not on your life," she said. "Here's your money."
She paid him his money and when he slid into his pants and zipped up his fly and put on his shirt and jacket, he didn't have any more to say.
"Thanks for a good time," she said, as she saw him walk through the door.
Glancing back over his shoulder he gave her a small smile.
"Don't mention it," he said, and then he turned and walked out of the door and out of her life.
As she lay there she felt suddenly sad and lonely. She got up and went to the window. She opened up the doors and stepped on the balcony. The moonlight on the ocean appealed to her. She still felt that terrible loneliness.