Chapter 7

HOTELS FOR FEMALE PEDOPHILIACS

Money is not always the reason why some adolescents will offer themselves to older women. As we have seen in the preceding chapters, many such adolescents are throbbing with sexual virility and will leap at any opportunity (even homosexuality) as a means of enjoying release from carnal tensions.

In some situations, money is said to be the motivating factor; it is reasonable to believe that this is just balm for a guilty conscience. The adolescent soothes his pangs of guilt at letting a 45-year-old woman use his body, by saying that he needs the money. In a number of situations, this can be an acceptable excuse but one only wonders why such money-hungry youths do not seek extra employment or other nonsexual means for earning cash or bread!

Throughout the country there are various hotels in which divorced women, widows of all ages, single women, retired women, make their residence. Many such hotels are above reproach.

Many other hotels are sites for adult women pedophiles who have formed sexual "friendships" with the more virile page boys or bellhops. One such large hotel in a midwestern city will hire only the handsome looking boys and they have an age limit of 19. It was once noted that older bellhops of an ancient vintage age of "23" were unable to earn tips or even invited into a room. Many of the older women complained about such bellhops, lamenting about "poor service" or "rude" attitudes. This led the hotel to hire only apple-cheeked boys who would appeal to these warped women.

One such boy is:

ANDREW F., AGE 16. "I'm working my way through college prep. Yeah, I made it good and I'm just starting out. I need the money. I'm willing to do ANYTHING with any older woman because she's rich and can pay my way."

Andrew is tall for his age, about 6 feet and 1 inch. He had broad shoulders, a lean waist, flat buttocks, smooth limbs. He has an athletic gait when he walks that seems to "turn on" some of the older women in this hotel.

One such woman is 38 year old Dorothy. She never married; rumors exist that she is a lesbian but she has never invited any women to her hotel. She is still rather good looking yet she shuns male companionship.

"A few drinks and she's ready to do it all," the bellhops would joke in their smoke room. "Hey, Andy, she keeps giving you the eye. Whyn't you take her on?"

Andy shrugged. He had been working in this hotel a few weeks and had heard about providing "stud service" yet resisted. It is always difficult the first time for many such boys. "I don't know. Hey, you guys, what makes you think I'm a kook for these older creeps?"

"She'll make with the bread," one of the chubby bellhops rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. "She'll pay for your clothes and things. I hear that dame's loaded. She inherited some money from another spinster sister. She's really got it."

"Then why don't you get it?" asked Andy, an idea forming in his head. "Why give her to me?"

"I don't dig some of her way out scenes, man. That's all. I've got enough with the schoolteacher in room 69. Man, she's got a mouth that makes me explode when she just breathes hot air on it."

"On what?" Andy raised his eyebrows, wondering what he was talking about.

The others laughed derisively. "Hey, this kid's a real virgin. Don't know nothing. What do you think a queer dame blows hot air on? The back of your hand?" Again, they laughed until Andy had to leave, flush-faced with embarrassment over displaying his lack of worldly masculine knowledge.

But the news that Dorothy was wealthy had an appeal to him. Andy had had very few experiences with girls. There had been no time, what with school and homework and then helping around the house. He often got so charged up, he had to resort to self-manipulation which always left him with guilt feelings. Yet he hardly knew any girls. Like many other youths of his age, much of the so-called sexual conquests existed in the fertile imagination. There were also problems of finding a girl and then being able to take her someplace. Rare was the hotel to admit a teen-age couple! Their parents were always home, so that was out. As for the family car, there were few places where a couple could have an all out "spike" session. So there was little alternative left to these hot-flush youths except the hand route.

When the opportunity came, Andy leaped and seized it. Money did influence him since he would need it for his college; he had to admit that money meant a lot to him. But he also wanted to cool the fires of his flesh.

Dorothy M., aged 38, was well-formed. She loved taking sunbaths on the terrace of her small apartment in the hotel. The terrace overlooked the rooftop of a small building. There were no prying eyes to see her. She loved the kiss of the sunshine on her naked breasts. She loved to part her thighs wide, to let her female genitalia yawn and gape to admit the licking rays of the warm sun. It was like no other sensation.

"Room Service?" She called early in the day. "I'd like to have Lunch sent up at about 2 o'clock. Oh, just a sandwich and some tea. That's all. Tell the boy to be prompt." She did not specify the boy since she always liked the element of surprise. "Thank you."

Since there was plenty of time, she decided to take a soothing sunbath on the terrace. Dorothy stripped down to her nude skin. She loved walking naked in the room; it gave her a sense of freedom; more correctly, it served as sublimation from her pent up tensions. She patted her inner limbs, cupped her two breasts and raised them up to her face.

She pinched her own nipples; shivering as little thrills ran through her breasts. When she let her tongue lap at the mountainous saucers, she felt a simultaneous shiver through her loins. She rubbed her engored pudenda and felt her clitoris tremble.

"None of that now," she admonished herself. "Don't go doing that."

She fought against the impulse to palm rub her clitoris until she had her orgasm; she walk-ed with a bouncy gait onto the terrace and stretched out on her lounge chair.

The morning was very warm with bright sunshine. She stretched, yawned leisurely and thrilled as the warming rays, as intimate as if a hand would be stroking, caressed her fleshy woman parts.

Her thighs parted and the kiss of the rays was a delicious thrill. "Ahhhhh, it feels so good." She kept thinking of the bellboy who would come to her. She hoped it would be a cute one with a nice body. A nice big boy! A hot one.

She was in a state of langour as she drifted off. She had no idea she was fast asleep until she felt a hand on her naked shoulder. It roused her with a start.

"What? Ohhhh, hey ... you...." In a flash, she came out of the foggy stupor of a deep sleep. The warmth of the sun had been as tranquil as the aftermath of a voluptuous orgasm. Instinctively, both of her hands flew to her groin to conceal the hirsute adorned mons veneris. A shock of flushed embarrassment that was with its attendant thrills swept through her. "Don't you believe in knocking, young man?"

She reached for a robe and put it around her suntanned body but not until she had let this tall, handsome young hotel page boy get a good glimpse of what many boys would give anything to see.

"I ... I knocked, madame," said Andy in an apologetic tone. "But there was no answer.

I used my passkey to come in here."

She was still flustered. "Well, you should have gone away if there's no answer."

He shook his head. He was aware of the way she kept looking him up and down, as if surveying a likely purchase or acquisition.

"Sorry, madame, but it's the rules of the hotel. We bring lunch on call and must leave it, even if we have to use the passkey."

She was still grouchy upon this rude awakening. "I know I know; then you put it on our bill even if we have to throw it out. Money, money, money." She got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face and hands. When she came out, Andy was standing there.

Now she looked at him with a better perspective. He was damn good looking. "How old are you?"

"I'm 16." He shuffled in his feet. He squared his shoulders, wanting to look masculine. "I'm going to prep school."

"Didn't you ever see a naked woman before? No? I guess not. Well, it's about time you saw one." She kept rattling on, while looking for a cigarette. Finding one, she stuck it in her mouth but then was unable to find any matches.

"Here," he fished one out of his tight pants. The motion caused his jacket to ride up. He caught the way she looked at his neat, trim pelvis. "I'll light it for you, madame."

She sucked in the tobacco smoke; it was just what she needed.

"What time are you off duty?" She was one to come right to the point.

It was an unwritten rule among the hotel's page boys that if one was propositioned by a hotel resident, he was to say he was already off duty. They would work out a balanced schedule later on.

"This is my last call, madame," politely.

She perched on the arm of a chair, crossed her legs, letting him see the insides of her smooth thighs. "Come here," she ordered.

"Yes, madame." He felt his heart thump. He was growing hot and perspiring over what would be his first experience.

"You're kind of cute." She put her hand on the nape of his neck, felt his tingle and she laughed. "Nice and cute. Then you best do what I say. Hear me? You'll do everything I tell you. I'll make it worth your while. If you don't, I'll take a belt to that nice bottom of yours." She patted his flinching bottom, making him all the more nervous. This pleased her. She preferred the "nervous" types because they were more sensitive to sexual overtures, they were also more aroused and more potent than the "cold" ones. She had had her share of those.

"Yes, madame," said Andy meekly, wondering just what was going to happen.

"Good, good; now you do exactly as I say. Let's have a few drinks."

With that, she got up, went to a closet, removed a bottle of hard liquor and two glasses.

She worked swiftly. She then added some ice cubes from a refrigerator. The clink sounded so friendly. She splashed liquor in the two glasses and offered one to the trembling Andy.

With a sudden gesture, she shrugged out of her robe, delighting in his shocked look. She smiled as she felt familiar trembles creep into her loins.

"Like it? Well, let's drink to this," she patted her mons veneris. "This is what you'll be having." They clinked glasses.

Unaccustomed to drinking, Andy gulped, sputtered as the hot liquid scorched his throat. "Whew. That's hot stuff," he spoke through constricted vocal chords. Watery eyes made the naked Dorothy seem like a blur. "Whew."

She smiled. Her thighs whispered. Her breasts bounced as she came toward him. "Put your hands over here." She shivered because his fingers were cold from the drink he had been holding. "Now, your fingers go in here...." She sucked in her breath as she felt the boy's strong fingers penetrating her vaginal tissues. "That's nice...."

He was glowing with inner warmth. At the same time, the woman smell of her with the peculiar vapours of the liquor conspired to make him stimulated. He knew he was swelling up and he had that agonizing feeling that he needed relief.

She was wise in the ways of impetuous adolescence and looked down. "All worked up, eh?

We'll have to do something about that." She patted his crotch, laughing as he flinched. Then she gasped. "You're quite a big boy. I hope I can take it all."

"I think you can, ma'am."

"I'll decide that," she snapped shortly. She continued fondling him. "Now, let's just see the rest of you."

She worked quickly with deft fingers, unbuttoning and unzipping. She gasped when she had him down to his shorts. He was a handsome looking young athletic type; similar to the college freshmen with the baby faces and man's bodies. She ran her fingertip up and around his nipples, then reached down, pulled the shorts ajar and inserted her hand in the warmth of his groin. He was all screwed up with tensions. Her hands played with his male flesh, then she brought it out.

"Ooooo," he gasped. It was the first time anyone had handled him like this. He felt like swooning from the sheer thrill of it all. He was burning up. His young body was glazed in a hot sheen of his boy sweat. "That's good," in a tight voice.

Dorothy still had her imperious attitude. "It'll be good if I let it feel good." With that, she pulled down his briefs, then ordered him to step out of them. "You've been fooling with it! No? Don't lie to me," she seized his scrotum, clutched his oval globes and held him prisoner. "I can tell. Well, don't you do such things. It's dirty." She stroked his shaft, slid his flesh up and down as he rocked on the balls of his feet. "Come closer."

When Andy was given permission to fondle Dorothy's body, he felt stabs of icy fingers on his vitals. "You're nice," he gasped. He fondled her breasts.

"Stroke me down there," she commanded. This was one reason she sought these boy innocents. She could dominate them and order them to do her bidding. It was unlike adult males who were worldly, sophisticated and knowledgeable. Only with these youths could she dominate the sexual scene. This was her compulsion. "That's it. Don't be afraid. It won't bite you."

"It's so ... hot...." He felt her mons veneris, then he parted her female "lips" and inserted his fingers deep into the hot, moist fleshly cavern. The wiry underbrush teased his own erect male flesh when he was pressed close. "Oooooo, I ... I...." He wanted to penetrate her. This would be his first time and he felt the fires burning with volcanic fury.

"Not yet." She pushed him away. "Just walk around. You've got some body, kid. It's like a young giant. Whew! That's nice bottom. Nice and tight." She fondled his buttocks, pried them apart, then inserted a finger.

He yelped. "No, no, take it out! It hurts!" He felt her finger penetrate in a tactile sodomy that he found revolting. "No, no, please, oh please don't do that." He was relieved when she withdrew with a laugh at his humiliation.

"Lots of the queers do that, Andy. Don't you let them do it. Well, go on. Do as I say. Walk around." She folded her arms over her cushion big breasts and watched the red-faced youth in his athletic gait as he walked around. It excited her to see naked boys in movement.

His erect phallus moved like a rapier with his other muscular appendages. His scrotum slapped against his perineum. His buttocks rose up and down in opposite unison. The crease lines dividing his buttock cheeks from the backs of his smooth naked thighs became very lascivious in licking shadows. He looked forlorn in his pent up anxiety.

"Now, come in here." She slapped him on the buttocks playfully as she followed this young stud into the bedroom. "On the bed."

The springs creaked as she spread out. She parted her limbs and said, "Get on top of me, Andy." She loved his warm, vibrant body. She hugged his muscular frame, thrilled to the way he was trembling. She ran her hands up and down his buttocks, fondled his crotch, then used her forefinger to ferret out those delicate parts that made him gasp and whimper.

"Ooooh, this feels good," in a tight voice as he now pressed between her thighs. "What'll I do now?"

"Just ease it slowly. Damn it, Andy, you're a big boy. Go slow or I'll scream." She poised herself. A second later, she was aware of fhe filling sensation. Bit by bit, the penetration continued until she felt the enormous power of him. "That's it. Now go slow ... in and out ... slow ... DAMMIT, I said SLOW!" she seized his thick hair, pulled his head back until he thought his hair would be ripped out by the scalp. "Now ... go easy ... this is going to last...."

Chastened, the boy gasped, "All right, all right, but don't hurt me."

Already, the die was cast. He realized his role was that of the younger, inexperienced, teen-age male stud. She was older, experienced and she dominated him. In a way, Andy found this pleasing. It relieved him of the pressure of having all the responsibility of being the male initiate.

The onslaught continued. Again and again, when Andy felt like screaming, he was ordered to halt. At long last, when every part of his body was tortured, he could not hold back.

"Now ... oh, please ... let me do it now ... yeeeee ... ooooo, it's ... it's...."

A hot flash fire spewed forth and Andy's body erupted in a blaze of sinews.

Gasping, Dorothy felt her own orgasm. She rubbed the boy's fast-moving buttocks. His gluteal muscles contracted and tightened with each eruption. She loved to feel the way the boy's smallish, well-formed rump kept up this rhythmic muscular exploration.

Over and over, the spasms rocked their bodies until they both lay spent.

When it was finished, she said shortly, "Just lick my breasts a little. You heard me! Lick them."

Meekly, he obeyed, taking each nipple in its turn, biting gently upon her orders. All the while, he was still imprisoned in her warm receptacle. The feeling was one of overall glowing warmth and pleasure. He loved lying here with this older woman. It was all so secure.

"That was good, Andy. Now, let's wash up. Then we'll have some of that lunch together. Afterwards, you may leave."

When Andy finally left, he did so with a twenty dollar tip in his pocket.

That was the start of it all. Andy soon learned there were many lonely older women who had a "hang up" on boys' bodies. It made them feel younger to conquer a youth by sexual means. He took advantage of them. He was able to earn enough for his tuition. But at the same time, his own sexual outlook became warped to the point where he was unable to establish rapport with a girl his own age.

His libido was fixated at the abnormal level of wanting an older dominant woman to guide him. He is not alone. There are many such Andy's who originally start out because of sexual curiosity. Then they become slaves of their own warped urges. Who is the winner? Perhaps it is the older woman! She has taken everything from the youths and given nothing in return.