Chapter 2
The next day at work Emily was still in a state of shock over what she had seen in Lucy Johnson's kitchen. She sat behind her desk in the office of the Carousel Motel trying not to think about it, but the more she tried the more she did think about it, and finally she just gave up and let herself recall every detail of what she had witnessed.
Her pussy pulsated at the memory of Lucy Johnson sucking and fucking with Hank Nicholson. Emily was thankful she was alone in the office. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs tightly together. Her poor, little clit received some stimulation this way, but it wasn't enough. At last, with a sigh, she got up and went to the ladies' room.
Jeremiah hadn't been too enthusiastic about her working at the motel, but she had convinced him that it would be perfectly safe. Now Emily locked herself in a cubicle and raised her dress. Slipping her pantyhose down, she sat down on the toilet with her thighs open and her fingers jammed against her pussy.
She diddled her clit, running her fingertip up and down the shaft of the sensitive bud. She rolled and pulled at the little nub, tugging and teasing it and biting her lip to keep from crying out.
Rubbing her crotch with the flat of her hand, she slowly massaged her wet cunt-flesh and once again pictured Lucy Johnson's mouth going up and down on Hank Nicholson's cock.
Emily had once sucked a boy's cock in high school, but that had been many years ago. Watching Lucy do it had been the most exciting thing she had ever seen in her life.
Shivering with lust and embarrassment at her own self-indulgence, Emily moved her fingers to the mouth of her cunthole and slowly pushed them inside.
"Oh, Lord!" she moaned, careful to be as quiet as possible. "Oh, Lord, that feels good!" she murmured.
She thought about her marriage. What did she really want? Jeremiah was a good husband in many ways. Was it being unreasonable to ask for more physical affection?
No, that wasn't it at all. It wasn't physical affection she needed. What she needed was fucking and she might as well call a spade a spade. That was it. She wanted and needed good, hard fucking, the kind of fucking that would rattle her bones.
She wanted to feel free to do all sorts of things, things she'd never done, things she hadn't even thought about since her high school days.
Was it wrong to do those things?
For years she had listened to Jeremiah. With a Bible in one hand, he constantly preached against fornication and lust and the sins of the flesh.
Emily was tired of it all. She was tired of fucking in the dark. She was tired of just dutifully lying there like a log while Jeremiah pumped his seed into her pussy. She was tired of the long weeks of no fucking at all.
She was thirty years old. A woman at that age needed loving, and the more the better.
I must do something, she thought. I must do something or I'll go mad!
She plunged deeper into her wet cunthole, pinching her cuntlips and strumming her clit. With a sigh she added another finger to the two already inside her cunthole and pistoned her fingers in and out of her gaping pussy.
She quivered at the realization that she was actually hand-fucking her cunt. Her three fingers were almost as thick as a cock. As she fucked them in and out of her cunt-channel, she used her thumb to rub and stroke her clit.
God, what a sinner I am, she thought.
She didn't care. Her swollen cunt-flesh needed attention. Her pussy ached with need. She didn't care anymore about sin. Let Jeremiah deal with sin. She was sick of it.
Despite her resolve, Emily was too inhibited to give herself more than a small orgasm there in the ladies' room cubicle. Afterward, she carefully wiped her wet pussy with some tissue and returned to her desk.
A moment later the bell at the front desk rang, and, with a sigh of irritation, Emily went to see who it was. The desk clerk, damn him, ought to have returned from lunch an hour ago.
The man who had rung the bell was a new guest. He was a nice-looking man a few years older than Emily, with a lazy smile and bright eyes.
He signed in and grinned as he ogled Emily's tits. "Charles Weed," he said. "My friends call me Charlie."
Emily blushed and nodded. She caught his eyes on the swell of her tits. She was wearing a bra, of course, but her thin blouse did little to hide the size and shape of her tits. Charlie Weed evidently approved.
Emily felt herself getting hot. She could feel cuntjuice begin gushing out of her pussy to run down her legs. His eyes glued to her tits, instead of going off to his room, he stayed there and flirted with her.
He laughed and joked and made it altogether obvious that he was interested in her. Emily quivered. She had a premonition of what was going to happen and it both excited and frightened her.
She felt her nipples tingling and getting hard under the thin material of her dress. Unsatisfied from her interlude in the ladies' room, she felt herself getting hotter and hotter.
"You're a good-looking woman," Charlie Weed said at last. "I'm here in town only a few days. I'm not busy this afternoon. If you'd like some company, come on over to my room and we'll have a drink together."
Twirling his key on his finger, he tossed her a broad smile and walked away.
Emily returned to her desk with her heart pounding and her tits heaving. She thought about Charlie Weed. She thought about Lucy Johnson and Hank Nicholson.
She felt her clit hardening. She wondered if Charlie Weed would be as exciting a lover as Hank Nicholson. She wondered if he looked as good as Hank with his clothes off.
Moaning swiftly at her wantonness, she crossed her legs again.
I'm burning up with lust, she thought. I can't go on like this. Did she dare accept Charlie Weed's invitation?
Minutes passed. She argued with herself. She chastised herself. She finally told herself that if she passed up this opportunity she was a fool.
When the desk clerk returned from lunch, Emily told him she had some shopping to do and that she would make up the time later on. She didn't wait for him to ask any questions.
He didn't really care anyway. It wasn't unusual for Emily to take an hour or two off in the afternoon when things were slow. She made up the time and the motel manager, a man named Abner Dawson, didn't mind.
Luke Dawson, the desk clerk and Abner's cousin, teased Emily as she left.
"You be a good girl, you hear?"
Emily blushed and hurried out. She prayed no one would see her going into Charlie Weed's room. If they did, she would pretend she was visiting a friend.
Anyway, Luke Dawson was the only one who might be inquisitive and he was back there in the office.
Within moments Emily found herself standing in front of Charlie Weed's room. She hesitated, her knees trembling, and then she asked the Lord's forgiveness and tapped lightly on the door.
The door opened immediately. Charlie Weed stood there with his coat off and his collar unbuttoned. He stared at her for a moment, and then his face split into a smile.
"Well, well," he said. "If it isn't the little blonde from the front desk. Come on in, honey. You're just in time. I was about to go out and wander around town looking for company. I've got a bottle of bourbon and a bucket of ice. Come on inside and tell me about yourself."
Emily trembled as she walked into the room. She had no intention of telling anything except her name. Charlie didn't seem to care.
"Emily's a nice name," he said. "I once had a girlfriend named Emily. She was a pretty girl. Almost as pretty as you are."
Emily blushed. Charlie Weed certainly knew how to flatter a woman. She shivered when she saw his eyes on her tits again. She instinctively pulled her shoulders back.
She had never really thought of herself as a pretty woman, but she knew she had nice tits. That was certainly where the men always looked.
She sipped the bourbon that Charlie Weed had handed her and smiled as he told an old joke that Emily had heard years ago.
"Well, no matter," Charlie said. "We're not here to talk, are we?"
He took the glass out of Emily's hand and put it down on the table nearby. He pulled her to her feet and the next moment Emily found herself in his arms with her lips fused against his.
She struggled at first, but then she realized this was what she had come here for. There was no sense pretending. It was only natural that Charlie Weed wanted to kiss her. It was also quite pleasurable.
She quivered as Charlie sucked and bit her lips. Her belly quaked as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. When he pressed against her, she could feel the hard bulge of his cock.
She was soon responding to his kisses, rubbing her belly against his, plunging her tongue into his mouth, and finally wrapping her arms around his neck.
Charlie's big hands moved over her back and down to the cheeks of her ass. Emily mewled with pleasure as he clutched her firm, plump asscheeks and pulled her crotch hard against his.
"Please, let me catch my breath!" Emily gasped at last, twisting out of his arms.
Charlie grinned. "You sure are a pretty woman," he said.
Emily blushed furiously and turned away. She gasped when Charlie came up behind her and reached around to grab her tits. He squeezed her heaving tits, pinching and pulling at her thick nipples through the material of her dress and bra.
Emily moaned. She could feel his cock pressing into her ass. It felt wonderful! Her pussy quivered as he massaged and lifted her tits.
"You've got wonderful tits, Emily," he murmured. "So firm and full."
He hefted her tits in his hands as though weighing them. "Jesus, what a pair of tits!" he croaked. "You've really got them, haven't you?"
Emily groaned. All her resistance vanished. When Charlie turned her around, she melted in his arms. Once again his hands moved to her asscheeks.
He squeezed and fondled and pinched the lush cheeks of her ass, and rubbed his hard cock back and forth across her belly. The feel of the big bulge in his crotch made Emily shudder with lust.
She pushed back against him, grinding her body against his. She could feel the juices flowing out of her cunt now to wet the insides of her thighs.
Her cunt felt on fire. She squirmed and trembled and gently pumped her pussy against his thrusting cock.
This time, when they broke the kiss, there was no pretense anymore. She was his. She stood there motionless as Charlie carefully unbuttoned the neck of her dress.
He slipped her dress off her shoulders and beamed at the sight of her luscious tits swelling in the cups of her bra.
Emily shivered at the hot lust in his eyes. God, it was good to be wanted like this!
Proud of her tits, she pulled her shoulders back to emphasize them.
"Good girl," Charlie snickered. "I like a woman who knows what she has!"
Slipping his hands behind her, he unhooked her bra and pulled it away. Emily trembled. Years had passed since she had shown her tits like this to a man.
Charlie feasted his eyes on the heaving melons. His lusty gaze soon had her nipples stiffening and tingling. She moaned as his hands reached out to fondle her swollen tits.
He squeezed her tit-flesh and pulled at her long, thick nipples. With a grunt he finally lowered his face and sucked a ripe tit into his mouth.
"Oh, yes!" Emily moaned. "Oh, Lord, that's nice!"
Charlie lapped and chewed and sucked the nipple in his mouth. He bit down gently and rolled his tongue over it. Emily quivered and groaned, one hand holding her tits up to his mouth to help him nurse.
When he finally pulled his mouth away from her tit-flesh, her nipple was red and swollen. She purred with approval as he moved to the other one.
She shivered with lust as she watched him suck her tit into his mouth and slowly gobble up more and more of her tit-flesh.
"Oh, yes!" she crooned. "Oh, Lord, yes, I love it! I love it! Oh, Lord, I love it!"
Deftly lifting her dress, Charlie slipped his hand between her legs and moved his fingers to her crotch. Emily moaned and moved her legs apart.
She didn't care anymore that the crotch of her panties was sopping wet. She wanted to feel the touch of his fingers on her pussy-flesh. God, how she wanted that!
Her knees trembled as he pushed one of his fingers between her cuntlips. He tickled up and down the wet groove, rubbing her clit and probing her gushing cunthole.
She mewled with pleasure as he massaged and rubbed and pinched, tugging at the meat of her pussy until she thought she'd fainted with ecstasy.
"You're a gusher," Charlie snickered. "There's nothing in the world nicer than a juicy pussy!"
Emily threw back her head and moaned as his fingers zeroed in on her clit. He was an expert. He rubbed up and down the shaft of her clit, rolling and pulling at her passion button as a shot of pure pleasure washed over her body.
"Oh, Lord, yes!" she wailed. "Oh, Lord, that's wonderful!"
She squirmed and moaned, begging him not to stop. Charlie had no intention of stopping. He knew all about women like Emily. He had spotted the longing in her eyes the moment he set eyes on her.
She was a dish! She was the sort of woman he looked for whenever he went on the road. A diamond in the rough. A passionate woman with a juicy hot pussy who wasn't getting enough at home, this one was one of the prettiest.
He diddled and strummed her clit with a relentless and expert touch and urged her to come."
"Let it go, honey," he grunted. "Come on my hand. It'll do you good. Just let it all hang out and then we'll have a ball!"
A deep groan of pleasure gurgled out of Emily's throat as her pussy convulsed in a spasm of ecstasy. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, my God in heaven!"
She pumped her cunt against his hand. She wailed and shuddered with pleasure. "Oh, Lord, I'm coming! Oh, Lord, yes! Oh, God! Oh, sweet Jesus, help me!"