Chapter 8
Don and Larry were having dinner that evening in the dining room. They sat opposite each other at the long table in the section set aside for employees.
"You've been scoring one after another," Don said, without malice. "Just pocket the tips and don't gamble with the other employees or you'll end up with nothing, you hear?"
"I don't gamble," Larry said.
"That's good," said Don. He sliced away at a pork chop. "You're new and a novelty. When the novelty wears off you can't expect to be in such demand. So get what you can. Give them the little extras. It'll help get you a bigger tip."
Larry drank some soda. "What little extras?" he asked the older bell boy.
"You know. Compliments. 'Gosh, you're sweet Miss Jones. You have such soft skin, Miss Green.' Compliments. And don't be in too much of a hurry to get away. Linger awhile. Keep touching them even after you shoot your load. Make them think you're enjoying the bit too."
"But I do enjoy it," Larry said. He wasn't bullshitting either.
"Yeah, I guess I know what you mean. Especially with a piece like that Wallace Baker. But some of them others, pure pig shit. Still, there's money in it, and since there's nothing else around here, you might as well. Sometimes, though, with them older women, I feel like I'm screwing my own mother."
"Don't know," said Larry. "Don't remember mine."
His mind shifted to an image of Aunt Martha, and he knew what Don meant.
Larry felt sometimes that it was Aunt Martha's big floppy tits he was playing with, Aunt Martha's big white ass he was burrowing inside of. He saw Sally McGarrity walk into the dining room. She looked cool in a sleeveless blue dress.
"She's lovely, isn't she?" he said, refilling his glass with tea.
Don swiped at his plate with a piece of bread.
"You mean Sally? Yeah, she sure is. But you'll be wasting your time if you made a try for her. Others have tried and failed. I guess you'll have to grow a set of tits if you want to make out with her."
"She doesn't seem the type."
"No way of telling," Don said. "Say, are you interested in Sally? You can make a try. What the hell do you have to lose?"
"Oh, no, I'm not interested," Larry said.
He knew what would happen if he went after her. She went for women, and even if he got her alone, he knew it would be a dismal failure.
A woman like that just couldn't get it on with a guy. And if he tried, and failed, it might get around and he would be damned embarrassed. No, he would shy away from Sally. He would stick to the matronly type like Wallace Baker and the other guests at The Cornhole. He was safe with them, that was for sure.
Their bodies, whether slim or fat, excited him. It was the idea that they were rich and married, past girlhood, about the age of his Aunt Martha. He was screwing Martha when he screwed them, and as a matter-of-fact, that turned him on.
"A rather tasty dish," Don mused, his eyes on the thrust of Sally's pert breasts. "She looks swell in a bikini."
There was chocolate cake for desert.
"There's Midge McCoy," Don said. "She must have heard there's new stuff at The Cornhole. Look how she's giving you the eye."
Larry craned his neck and saw a solidly built woman in the doorway, staring at him. She was about forty with blonde hair. She had solid breasts that strained at the material of her sun dress. The shadowed valley between her tits could be seen from where they sat.
"Who is she?" Larry asked.
"Industrialist's wife. A good tipper. Her husband visits her on weekends. He's got a mistress and she knows it. But she's well fixed so she doesn't complain. She screws with the bell boys like the others. I don't think that her husband does anything while he's here. After he leaves she seems to be hotter than ever. I'll bet she wishes he never showed up. But I guess he has to make it look good."
"She's kind of pretty."
"She usually pals around with Katherine Hobbs, the laundry and dry cleaning fortune. Sometimes they both go after the same bell boy. It can be fun."
Midge winked at Larry and then disappeared. He looked long and hard after her.
"I guess you're next on her list." Don said.
"Well that's life."
"She's just going to have to wait. I have a date tonight with Wallace Baker. It'll be an all-night affair, I'm pretty sure."
"Those all-night things can be ruinous on the health," Don said. "Remember this. You're not made of iron. Too much ass-fucking can kill a man."
"Woman too."
"Not with you, spaghetti rod," laughed Don. "I've heard tell already."
"Guess that's what made Betty pick me for this job in the first place," said Larry.
"Don't wear it out."
"I recuperate fast," Larry said.
Dinner over, they left the dining room. Larry went to his room where he changed into slacks and a short sleeve shirt. He went outside where the moon was a giant coin in the sky. Solid gold. It lit the landscape like a noonday sun. He took a walk and ran into Sally McGarrity.
"How did it go with Wallace?" Sally asked.
She was wearing a low-cut cotton dress which showed off a third of her large, smooth breasts. Her cleavage was deep and shadowed.
It was hard for Larry to believe that she was a lesbian.
"It went okay," he said.
"Think you'll like it here?" she mocked. "I think so."
"Not very talkative, are you?"
"I'm the quiet type," Larry told her.
Sally laughed. She winked and walked on, leaving behind the scent of her perfume.
Larry felt a strange desire to go after her. However, he had business to attend to. As he watched Sally swish away in the moonlight, he felt the tug of his penis on his pants. He would be strong enough to get it up for Mrs. Baker and give her a good time, he was sure of that now. Just so long as she didn't make too heavy a demand on his limited resources.
Wallace Baker welcomed Larry with a hard, wet kiss full on his lips. She was wearing shortie pajamas. She pressed herself against him and wiggled and his cock perked up still more. She reached down to squeeze the bulge in his pants.
"Want a drink?" she asked, breaking away.
"No," he said. "Don't want to put a damper on things, you know."
Her fingers flew and soon he was standing in his shorts. Her hand ran over his chest and pinched his nipples.
"I like the way you feel," she said in her sultry voice.
She got down on her knees and slowly drew down his shorts. She saw the pubic hair and then the emerging manhood. His shorts went down about his ankles and he stepped out of them.
Wallace remained on her knees. She toyed with his hard cock and cupped his hanging balls. She squeezed the testicles gently and then her head moved closer to his mid-section and her tongue flicked out.
Lightly, gently, her tongue caressed the knob of his prick. A light flick just to let him know that a woman's wet tongue had given him an intimate caress.
She held his cock at the thick base and then she tongued him more vigorously. She squeezed the cock and his piss hole opened. She tried to force the tip of her tongue into the opening and it hurt him. She drew her teeth over the head and he shivered. She took in the whole length of his cock and started to suck him hard.
Her head moved and his cock appeared and disappeared in her warm wet mouth.
The suctioning of his prick was driving him crazy. A ball of flame grew in his gut. He groaned and moved slowly, his hands on her shoulders.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," she groaned.
He licked his lips as she sucked his aching prick. His balls were producing more semen for him to squirt. He could feel the urge to come mounting within him. Her mouth was doing that to him. There was a tension building within him that only a discharge in her mouth down her throat, could put to rest.
She squeezed his balls as she sucked harder and harder on his pulsating dick. There was a pagan lust in her slim body. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted to swallow his hot fluid. She wanted to feel the warm goo reach her belly.
Larry howled as her teeth surrounded his cock and sank deeply. He moved faster and faster and then it happened. Despite himself, exercising as much control as possible, he shot his load. A sudden explosion. His legs turned to rubber.
His insides melted. He shot the fiery load into her hot mouth and Wallace swallowed every drop. She swallowed it down and kept sucking his prick till he was drained, empty and drained.
She patted his naked ass and got to her feet. She licked her lips.
"How did you like that."
"Okay," he admitted.
Yet, he was afraid now that he didn't have enough left to ass-fuck her the way she wanted.
She had no way of knowing that not long before he had fired yet another load of cream into a woman named Roberta Owens. Wallace Baker must have thought that she owned Larry's cock. A hundred dollars was a lot of bread to him right about then, but hardly enough to buy his penis outright.
Wallace took off her pajamas and they lay down together on the bed. He handled her tits and the nipples blossomed into turgid hardness.
"I wish I could take you away with me, Larry," she said. "You're what every woman should have. You're young, strong, virile, handsome. You can suck and you can fuck. I dig that combination."
"I'm just your average bell boy," he said, laughing a little as he said it.
She flopped over.
"Come on, Larry. Oo my ass-hole. First lick it out good to make sure that it's clean enough for your pretty cock. I promise I won't crap while you're sucking it."
He looked up at her.
"Promise you won't lay a stink bomb?"
She burst out laughing.
"Oh, Larry," she said. "You're the funniest stud I've ever run into."
He started at the space between her sharp shoulder blades. He licked his way down her spine to the rise of her jutting ass. He kissed her cheeks and then ran his tongue up and down the crescent of her ass. He dug his tongue into her back passage and she moaned and rubbed her pussy against the bed.
Ass-licking was what turned her on.
He pistoned his tongue in and out of her ass-hole as she whimpered and moaned. Her body writhed on the bed. He jammed his tongue in deep in the humid tight ass-hole.
A thousand delights surfed over her body. She gasped every time his tongue plunged in deep. She squirmed and writhed and her pussy leaked from the passion that permeated her slender body.
She couldn't take it anymore. She gasped and she climaxed. Then she flopped over.
"My pussy. Eat it. Suck it."
He was on target. His mouth devoured her swollen love flesh. He ran his tongue across the surface of her oval-shaped cunt. He licked and teased at the hair-lined rubbery lips. He went in deep, swished his tongue around, driving her insane.
He found the clitoris and sucked it while she twisted her body and moaned like crazy. She tugged at his hair and arched her back.
"Like that. That's the spot. The little man in the boat. Suck him. Yes. Oh, yes," she groaned and climaxed and her cream wet his lips and tongue.
She rested and then she fondled his cock. She pumped him and before long he had a hard-on. She went to get a tube of ointment from her night table and gave it to him. Then she flopped over.
Larry rubbed the ointment on his cock and then squeezed the tube and put ointment on his fingers. He put the tube away and rubbed the ointment over the crack of her ass. He shoved in a finger and the back passage was soon well lubricated.
"Very nice," she moaned, feeling his finger inside her ass-hole. "Now give me the real thing."
Larry was hot again, able to do it.
Fiddling with her anus had aroused his passion to a fever pitch.
He mounted her, his knees on either side of her thighs. He spread her cheeks and his cock ran up and down her cleft and then jammed into her ass-hole.
The stuffing of her anus turned her on.
"Yes. like that."
She got to her knees and the penetration was even deeper.
He played with her tits as he pumped in and out of her ass. Then his hand went down to her pussy. He found her clit, frigged it madly.
"Marvelous," she groaned. She came and came again, blasting off time and time again.
"Now give it to me hard," she commanded. "Fuck me good. Fuck my ass!"
His body worked like a machine gone wild. In and out of her ass his cock went.
"Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" she moaned.
Larry groaned and his body worked its magic. He skewered her with his long, bean-pole. He knew the value now of having a dick shaped like his. It was like a greased broomstick, long and slender, able to plumb the depths of a deep hole.
He felt his passion building to an orgasmic peak, just as he heard the woman cry out in ecstasy.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" she screamed. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm c-o-o-o-o-o-ming!" He was too.
He flooded her hot ass-hole with his come juice. It was the third time that day he'd shot off a load. Still, he was able to pump shot after shot of hot juice up her sweet ass-hole.
Finally he kissed her back and rolled off her, his cock wet with come, greasy with the ointment. They were both sated.
"That was great," she said. "It's going to be a hell of a night."
"You can really turn a guy on," Larry said.
"There's something I want to do, Larry. Some of the fellows don't like it. But I want to do it."
She told him what she wanted to do. Larry was puzzled.
"Okay by me," he shrugged.
"Get on the floor," she said, then stood over him, her pussy over his belly. Then she pissed.
He looked up at her and saw the look of dominating pleasure in her eyes. She loved it. He didn't give a shit.