Chapter 9
When she finally woke up, dusk was near. The sunlight was fading, soon to be gone.
"You were out for almost four hours," Kyle said from close by. "It's no wonder, if you had as busy a day yesterday, and morning today, as I assume you did."
Arlene turned to look at him. He was sitting in a chair, wearing only a pair of jeans. As worn out as she was, her cunt tingled at the sight of him.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Your orders," he replied. "One from Tony, one from Chris and Ross. Did you fuck them?"
"So what if I did?" she retorted, blushing.
He shook his head. "No. Don't get upset. Just answer me. Did you go to bed with them?"
Sighing, she admitted, "Yes."
"I see."
He got out of the chair, turned on a small lamp, then sat next to her on the bed. Pulling her up, he stared into her troubled green eyes.
"You like to fuck, don't you?" he asked at last.
"Unfortunately, yes," she agreed. "Why unfortunately?" he wanted to know. She looked away. "Jason," she muttered. "My husband. It isn't right."
"Oh? Are you neglecting him?"
"No," she said carefully. "In fact, he's gone right now. He left yesterday morning, and won't be back until tomorrow."
"Then, one of your three lovers broke in your asshole last night."
"Tony," she whispered. "I spent the night with him." She dared to meet his steel gray eyes. "And I loved it."
He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. For a moment, she couldn't read his expression. Then he smiled gently.
"I can live with that," he murmured. "Only, I don't want you taking on any more guys, or you won't have time for me."
Her temper surfaced. "I didn't plan to fuck any of you!" she cried, "It just happened! I, I lost control of myself!"
"Shhh," he said, putting his fingers to her lips. "I understand. Let me finish. My friends and I own a total of seventeen motels across the state. We're merging, for the benefit of all concerned. We were trying to decide on a central theme, something to lock the motels together in people's minds. While you were resting, we decided that we're going to rename our motels, each to be a Paradise Inn. And we're going to let you sell us soap to put in the rooms."
When he took his hand away, she couldn't speak. Gaping at him, she tried to imagine if she had heard him right. Supply seventeen motels with soap? She wouldn't heed to go door to door again.
"Arelene?" he asked, grinning. "Are you really that surprised?"
"I'm, I'm stunned!" she breathed. "Kyle, are you sure? I mean, you don't have to do that. I'd fuck you regardless of whether or not, "
"I know," he interrupted. "But I feel that I'm getting a bargain. A tax write off and a sexy lover. Who will have more time for me, since she won't need to take on anymore male customers."
"Um, what about Tony and the other two?" she asked hesitantly. "I did promise I'd see them again. And, um, I want to."
"Then do it," Kyle encouraged. "I know you won't stop coming to me, babe. Not the way you like my cock and what it can do for you."
His hands were caressing her luscious tits, sending a warm glow throughout her eager body. Dammit, she was turning on, her cunt itching like it hadn't been fucked in weeks.
Timidly she reached for his crotch. Her fingers grazed his cock lightly, and it throbbed at her touch. With a moan, Kyle drew her to him, kissing her with undisguised desire. He laid her down, pressing himself on top of her, their tongues meeting in a sensuous tangle.
She managed to unzip his jeans and began pushing them down, giving his huge prick freedom in which to seek out her pussy. Kyle growled, turning to yank the jeans all the way off, throwing them across the room. Then, with a passionate gleam in his eyes, he resumed the feverish kiss.
His legs pushed at hers, opening a pathway to her trembling pussy. His cockhead bored toward her cuntlips, seeking her hot fuck-hole with unerring precision. The giant knob parted the wet folds, entering her straining body, sinking deeper into her enveloping cunt as though it belonged there.
With their mouths still pressed together, they began to fuck. The girl moved under him, longing in everything she did. He was right; she did crave his big cock. With his monstrous prick impaling her so well, she knew she would have tried to do anything he asked.
She came, moaning into her lover's mouth, enjoying the sweetness of her orgasm. The man kept pumping his cock in and out of her fuck-hole, his tongue licking her mouth as though to savor her cry. Writhing desperately, she drew her legs up, doing all she could to force his cockhead farther up her pussy-hole.
Without warning, her lover quit fucking her. Smiling evilly, he gazed down at her blinking eyes.
"Stay all night with me, honey," he said in a demanding manner. "I would, but Jason's due back tomorrow."
"What time?"
"Oh, early, I guess," she answered. "It's always before noon."
"Before noon," he repeated. "Don't you find that odd?"
She frowned in confusion. "Should I?"
"Does he fuck you as soon as he gets home?"
The question made her gasp. "Kyle, really!"
"Does he, baby?" the man insisted.
"Well, usually, he's tired."
"Uh huh." His chuckle was one of cold humor. "With a hot bitch like you ready to screw his balls off, how the hell could he not want to throw you down and fuck you?"
"Oh, Kyle," she groaned sadly. "You can't mean he, he's been, "
"Fucking around," he finished for her. "Why not? He gives you cock pretty regularly, doesn't he? Just about whenever you ask for it?"
"Yes," she replied softly. "But, why would he fuck anyone else, if I was giving him all the cunt he could handle?"
"I don't know," her lover said. "Maybe you should ask him, the next time he says he's too tired."
Her face was fiery red. "I couldn't!"
"Well, it's your decision," he sighed. "About tonight. We could set the clock, have you back home by breakfast." His expression grew bold. "I really want you to stay, Arlene. Think of it. A whole night, my cock in your pussy, just like it is now. Or maybe a sixty nine session, with you licking my ass again while I give your cunt a tonguing like you've never had."
"Okay," she groaned, surrendering. "But I will" have to leave early."
"Don't worry," he murmured. "I'll take care of everything you need."
To prove it, he began fucking her once more. His potent prick was as pleasing as before, causing her contented pussy to juice all over him. A whole night, alone with a gorgeous stud. The idea positively made her sizzle.
"Eeeeaahh!" she screamed suddenly, dimming delightfully.
"Yeah, baby," he coached. "Cum. Keep cumming. All damned night long."
As he had done the previous times he had fucked her, the lustful man proved what a stud he could be. Her pussy began to ache from the pounding it was taking. She could feel the bed getting wet from her creaming slit. And he just kept on fucking.
The feel of his giant prick ramming her creaming pussy was unimaginable. It fed her desires, gave her reason to want more. The cries she uttered seemed to fill the room, shoot through her, and she kept screaming. She kissed him, fucked him, stroked his strong body with her hands. And still he fucked her, locking her to him in the most secure way possible.
Only after she groaned and let her body go limp did her lover proceed to fill her cunt with his spunk. That sparked another wrenching climax, yet she was almost too worn out to care.
"What a fuck!" he muttered. "Baby, you're great!"
Smiling tiredly, she mumbled, "So are you. Can we take a nap now?"
"You nap," he grunted. "I'm gonna just lie next to you and look at you."
Nodding, she closed her eyes. But when he got off of her and stretched out, it wasn't long before his fingers were sliding over her tits, arousing her nipples. She lay quietly, hoping he would think she was asleep and would soon leave her alone. But then his mouth accosted her tits, licking the milk white globes, sucking gently on her nipples.
"Oh, God, Kyle," she groaned. "Not now. I'm tired."
"Hush," he growled. "I'm not gonna fuck you. I'm just having a good time."
Sighing, she decided to let him do what he wanted. He wouldn't listen, anyway. She knew that much about him already. So she lay there and offered him no encouragement whatsoever.
He didn't need any. His lust was providing all the incentive necessary. Ravenously, he mouthed her lovely tits, squeezing and pulling on them, at times becoming almost harsh.
Before she realized what he was up to, his hand had slid down to her cunt, his fingers gliding onto her sloppy pussy-meat. As she started to protest, his mouth silenced her, his tongue effectively putting an end to her complaint.
With his lips covering hers, he frigged her cunt, deliberately trying to turn her on. She wriggled, wanting to scoot out of his reach, but he wouldn't let her. He put his free arm around her and held her to him, showing her that he would only release her once he tired of playing with her.
The way he tickled her cunt wasn't any way to play games. In fact, it was as though her lover was actually trying to bring her off. Startled by that thought, she broke the hot kiss.
"You don't mean to make me cum, do you?" she asked him pitifully.
"That's right," he told her. "I think you're still a little horny."
"No, I'm not," she protested. "I'm really exhausted."
"We'll see," he muttered.
'Kyle, please ! "
His mouth had a way of silencing her that was too endearing to be awful. She accepted his kiss, and returned it with a mounting vigor. Her hips began to rotate, her asscheeks responding to her growing desire. Once Kyle felt her passion, he drew back, his fingers digging deeper into her cunt-meat.
"Cum, baby," he encouraged. "Look at me and cum. I want to see you when you get off, see your pretty face while you juice."
The request embarrassed her, but his squirming fingers made it easier to comply with his wishes. And he was so handsome, so arousing just to gaze upon.
Her ass was moving as though she were fucking him. Licking her lips, her breathing becoming more rapid, she memorized every part of his face. Especially his eyes, those steel gray eyes that could pierce into her so very well.
"Do it," he urged, leaning closer. "Cum. You want to, baby. I can tell. So cut loose and do it."
"Ah, ah, eeaaahhhh! Yes!" she screamed, lurching.
He kept frigging her, staring into her eyes as she spasmed in rapture. Then, once she calmed, he kissed her so tenderly that he made her horny all over again.
But he wasn't ready to fuck. Instead, he cuddled her to his chest, burying his face in her hair.
"Now you can take a nap," he muttered.
"Kyle?" she asked. "Why did you do that? Bring me off and make me look at you, I mean."
"Because I wanted to," he replied simply. "Go to sleep. You'll need it."
But there something else was bothering her. Recalling what Boyd had asked of Kyle earlier, she found she wouldn't be able to sleep until she knew what was going on.
"Why did Boyd ask you if you would let him fuck my ass again?" she whispered.
He grunted, hugging her. "That's easy enough to answer, honey. He could see how much I wanted you. And how you wanted me. So he figured I wouldn't like it if he didn't check with me first."
"Oh." She nuzzled closer. "Um, are you going to let him ass fuck me again? And Marvin?"
"Do you want them to?"
"Well, it is fun, being with more than one man," she hedged softly. "Although, it's fun with just one, too."
His quiet laugh tickled her ear. "Maybe I'll invite them to join us once in a while," he teased. "When you get too hot for me to handle alone."
"That won't be often," she told him. "You're right," he agreed sexily. "It won't."
Sighing, she settled down at last, wondering what special treats Kyle had in mind for their long night together. Whatever they would be, she knew she would love them.