Chapter 4
Following the directions Dr. Prickett had telephoned earlier, I hurried through the chandeliered lobby entrance of the swank Holiday Ritz Hotel, traveled down the escalator to the thickly carpeted floor one flight below, and searched for a door with a sign reading "Valhalla Room."
It didn't take long to spot it. Stepping through the doorway, I was greeted by a roomful of chattering, animated swells, their excited voices filling the small room with an aura of anticipation, all waiting for tonight's lecture and live sex education class. As if on cue, the eyes of the entire group in the miniature theatre-like room turned my way. I smiled uncertainly as I saw everyone light up and gawk like country jakes at the lengthy bulge halfway down my clinging pant leg. Then nodding cordially, I headed for the other door next to the raised lecture-style stage. As I passed through several rows of lined up folding chairs, I noticed a double bed sized mattress lying in the center of the stage, directly next to the speaker's platform in full view of the nervous chatting audience.
Opening the door, I peeked into the cramped anteroom. Dr. Prickett (dressed in black tie and tux, and holding a script in one hand) stood there, and next to him (with her back to me) was the ripe, sexy figure of an obviously gorgeous woman. Two thin straps from her bikini stretched across her ivory colored skin. They were deeply engrossed in conversation.
"Is this the place for whores-in-training?" I joked, giving the surprised duo my best ail-American one hundred dollar grin.
Dr. Prickett threw back his white head and gave a short mirthless laugh. His eyes showed he was excited about my arrival and appearance.
The luscious sex-queen turned slowly around, commanding my full attention. I took in her curvaceous body and sensual beauty, and despite wanting to play it cool, I gasped involuntarily when I saw her complete nakedness. The skimpy bikini hardly hid anything. Never in my born days had I seen such a sensational dame! I drank in a long mouth watering look. The amply endowed proportions of this tall, slim knockout were enough to convince an unbeliever that this was the one and only goddess of love to peddle her hot hips in seventh heaven! Things began to simmer in my groin as I continued to look at the stunning leggy filly. First, I absorbed her long lustrous raven hair cascading teasingly down over a succulent set of breastwork. Then, I went on to her heart shaped face, decorated with God-given thickly lashed blue eyes, a flawless straight nose, and pouting rose colored lips.
Next, her bare-breastedness was a sight to behold! They thrust boldly outward, erect and proud, pushing against the thin net of the bra. Her jewel-like belly button was centered in a backdrop of a cream complexioned round belly, which in turn was framed magnificently by two softly curved thighs. The velvety sheen of her lengthy and well shaped legs drew one's eye from her beautifully lush hips to her small dainty feet.
Last of all, my eyes zeroed in on the V-shaped bulge of her black pubic mound, the bristly spread jutting sensuously through the tiny flimsy triangle of cloth, the two folds outlining the hidden crevice deep inside the core of her passion.
Taking in my lustful appraisal, she smiled, obviously proud that her body aroused me. I barely heard Dr. Prickett joyously babbling on as I stood hypnotized by those seductive hips wiggling toward me. Two well-manicured hands rested on the perfect curves of her small waistline.
"So this is the boy Virgin Prostie you want me to deflower," were her first words. Her honey-coated voice oozed with sex.
I laughed out loud, breathing in the expensive perfume that floated in overpowering waves from her direction. Gulping uncontrollably, I felt a deep stirring in my crotch as her half closed eyes stared into mine full of longing, then lowered to look with admiration at my manly pleasures. It was obvious we wanted each other bad!
"Well, kids, I can see the astonishment is mutual," Dr. Prickett interrupted our lascivious stares, trying to sound business-like. "This class can make or break my campaign for the office of
Hospitality Chairman of the National Society of Obstetrics and Gynecology, so I'll need your full cooperation. First, I'll formally open up the meeting, introduce you two, and then as I read from my notes, you'll both demonstrate the varied aspects of sexual intercourse to my accompanying descriptive text simulated, of course."
I nodded in agreement, wondering what "simulated" meant, as Dorothy licked her lips slowly, her eyes still fastened on my covered monstrosity.
Dr. Prickett looked at his watch, then said to me, "Get undressed, son, and listen for your introduction, O.K.? " And with that, he turned on his heel and walked out onto the speaker's platform. A round of polite applause accompanied his entrance.
I kicked my loafers aside and pushed my pants down hastily. My thickly veined cock and heavy balls bounced out in full view dangling loosely. Then yanking my t-shirt over my head, I stooped over, stark naked, and dug into my trouser pocket for the posing brief. I flinched in surprise as I felt two warm hands lock around my hips and a prickly bush press against my firm buttocks, grinding into me lightly, but sensuously. Grinning sheepishly, I turned my head to find myself looking into Dorothy's smirking face. Her eyes were half closed with lust.
Chuckling deep in my throat, I stepped into my bikini and pulled it upward around my hairy thighs. I jumped involuntarily as I felt a pair of fleshy knockers rub across my bare back, their pointed nipples digging into my skin. I shivered slightly as two soft hands ran across my matted chest, their long sharp fingernails digging into my flesh. I gasped in spite of myself as she nuzzled her head warmly into the hollow of my neck and helped herself to a lingering, sucking kiss on my earlobe.
"Hey, baby, you're gonna blow my mind and this job," I pleaded in a whisper, straining to pull away from her aggressive love-lock. "Gimme a break, wilya?" I panicked, noticing out of the corner of my eye the lengthening fat shaft pushing through my flimsy trunks.
Dorothy tossed back her long black hair and laughed out loud. I turned to look on stage toward Dr. Prickett. He was peering through the open doorway, obviously annoyed by the interruption.
In complete silence, Dorothy resumed her attack by purposely pulling down her flimsy bra, letting her round bosoms bounce up and down provocatively. I gawked, paralyzed, as she moistened her fingertips and slowly ran them over her rubbery upright nipples, sighing in mock passion, and rubbing her shapely long legs against each other in horny pantomime.
Backing away from this advancing sex machine, I suddenly realized that my steps had taken me out of the anteroom and that I was fully visible to the audience on stage, my eyes still bugged out at what I could see off-stage. There was a ripple of uneasy laughter from the surprised audience as Dr. Prickett threw me an angry glance, stopping his lecture abruptly. Then recovering his poise, he coolly introduced me to the audience as half of his specimen team. His eyes showed a certain greedy shock as he spotted the half hard penis thrusting through the sheer surface of my shorts.
Then there was another gasp and much giggling as Dorothy burst through the door toward the platform, wiggling her backside alluringly, her body an obvious sex mill if there ever was one.
The audience by now was wide-eyed in anticipation. She strutted in all her glory across the small stage and stopped beside me atop the mattress, waving one extended arm in response to the round of applause that greeted her bump and gring routine.
'Oh, no, not another Priscilla?' I thought to myself gloomily, trying to prepare myself mentally for anything that might happen during our little show.
"To continue," Dr. Prickett went on in a business-like tone. As he mopped his perspiring brow with a handkerchief, he became aware that all eyes were now focused on the shimmying, winking seductive siren. "To continue!" he repeated with emphasis. "Enhancing the love-making process against the double enemies of sexual boredom and frustration, I shall explain all sixty-nine sex positions in which a modern husband and wife can perform mutually gratifying intercourse. These positions will be illustrated by our simulated visual textbook here on stage."
This innocent remark was greeted by earsplitting whistles, cheers, much chatter, and scraping of aluminum chairs, as everyone fought unashamedly for. seats closer to the platform. Dr. Prickett looked both startled and pained by the obvious horniness of his academic colleagues. I sneaked a glance at the curvaceous bundle of tricks next to me as she busied herself smoothing down her hair, and showering the ogling drooling assemblage with big come-on smiles. Her stance was as perfect as a model about to go before the cameras.
"Sex is my business, and I love my work!" Dorothy joked like a stand-up comic to the screams of the excited crowd before her. Then she doubled up in laughter, her gorgeous face flushed at her own humor.
Dr. Prickett forced a polite laugh, shook his head, pretending to be mildly amused at her uncalled for witticism. He patiently waited for the chatter to die down and then opened his mouth to continue.
"I've been told I have a bustline big as a dairy bar," Dorothy interrupted, her hands caressing and spreading wide her monstrous cleavage.
The whole room broke up again. Over the pounding of feet and wild clapping, voices were yelling for Dorothy to "take it off, take it off!"
"Ladies and gentlemen please!" Dr. Prickett shouted in desperation, beating his gavel on the speaker's stand violently. "This meeting is getting out of hand and I'll simply have to call for an adjournment if you don't control yourselves." He stared over at Dorothy red faced and angry, and spoke out of the side of his mouth to her. "What the hell are you trying to do, you wench? This isn't Las Vegas, you know!"
The crowd finally settled down and only the sound of heavy breathing revealed their excitement. Dr. Prickett cleared his throat and looked to find the correct place in his script. "Now, we shall begin our first demonstration. Our two models will show us a number of contact and foreplay techniques that may precede the step by step sixty-nine positions in sexual intercourse as performed the up-to-date way.
Dr. Prickett turned toward the two of us and smiled coldly. The knuckles of his right hand which held a long pointer were white with strain. I looked over at Dorothy dumbfounded and smiled weakly.
"According to literature of the ancients, the art and technique of kissing was recorded as far back as 2000 B.C., particularly in India and China. Authorities agree that kissing is a basic preliminary to successful love-making, especially if intermixed with gentle fondling and stroking of various parts of the body," Dr. Prickett finished reading from his script. "Mr. Ken and Miss Hotze," he nodded toward us, "will now demonstrate." His eyes squinted challengingly.
Dorothy extended her arms in invitation. "Let's show 'em you're not just another well-muscled kid in a grown-up situation, stud," she whispered encouragingly.
Obediently I reached out to embrace her. Dorothy grasped both my hands and pressed them firmly to her healthy squeezable boobs. Then wrapping one arm tightly around my neck, while circling my waist with the other, she planted a direct hit on my kisser, driving her tongue into my throat. She pushed her hips against mine and strained to bring as much of herself as possible into contact with my body.
"Hey, baby, what gives?" I finally managed to gasp, as I strained to break away from her clinging hold, my fingers reluctant to let go of her full globes. "Back off, sex bomb, I'm getting a boner already," I lamented, trying to hide my half hard staff, the round pink cocktip already pushing stubbornly through my thin mesh-like briefs.
"Oops, I think I did a no no," Dorothy confided to our captivated onlookers, pointing down at my hands vainly trying to hide my growing manhood. "Sorry about that," she rolled her big blue eyes in pretended innocence toward Dr. Prickett, her gorgeously stacked figure shaking and gyrating like a burlesque chorine in a comedy routine.
"My mother warned me there'd be days like this!" Dr. Prickett wailed to himself, shutting his eyes and clapping one hand to his forehead. The whole room broke up in hysteria, buzzing with comments about the star of the show Miss Hotze!
"As they say, the next best thing to doing it, is viewing it!" Dorothy wisecracked, pulling down her teeny bikini bottom daintily and letting the attentive oglers get a quick glimpse of her neatly trimmed furry patch. After they got an eyeful, she let go of the elastic-type fabric so that it snapped back across her silky center-spread.
By this time, the entire front row of wide-eyed physicians leapt forward, falling over one another as they fought to touch or grab any part of Dorothy or even her elastic bikini.
"I've always said, group sex is an act of community love," she continued with her jokes, obviously lapping up every moment of her show-stopping number. "I just adore this feeling of having dozens of lusty eyes watching while I'm sexing, don't you?" she cooed, still clearly audible above the noise and racket from out front. I backed away. Even I was a little frightened by the sex crazed idiots in the audience.
"Order in the room, order in the room!" Dr. Prickett shouted angrily, banging the speaker's stand with the pointer, his face red as a beet. "Gentlemen and ladies! One more outburst of this nature and I'll be forced to cancel this class!"
Slowly and reluctantly, the horny crew out front returned to their seats, adjusting their clothing. The sound of panting was overpowering.
Dr. Prickett sighed in exasperation. "And you just you shut up!" he warned Dorothy, waving his pointer at her threateningly. She shrugged her shoulders, and placed her hands on her hips provocatively.
"Now where was I?" Dr. Prickett searched for his place on the sheet of paper. "Oh, yes, to continue with our second simulated demonstration," he darted a glance toward us. "Let us next explore the area of bodily stimulation and caresses."
Dorothy slapped her hands together approvingly.
"There has always been a mistaken impression that the husband alone indulged in aggressive activity toward his mostly passive wife. 'Au contraire,' in today's modern marriage, each partner must take on the responsibility for the degree of satisfaction derived by the other sex mate. This is today's way to obtain mutual pleasure from sexual intercourse. So let us concentrate controlling our emotions as we watched our two 'prosties' er, I mean, 'models' run through these vital movements."
"Relax, pussycat, just stand still, and let baby do everything," Dorothy whispered, her eyes roaming over my muscular physique lustfully. Without further ado, she reached up with her hands and placed them at the sides of my head, stuck out a long sinuous tongue, and leaning her head forward, began swirling it, warm and wet, in tiny circlets, starting first with my forehead, over both eyes, down my nose, and across one cheek to my ear. I flinched as her whole mouth enclosed one ear, her hot tongue driving inside. I laughed as I felt the tickling sensation.
"I really love your body!" Dorothy rasped, as her tongue twirled downward past my neck and onto my thickly matted blonde chest. Her teeth gently bit and rubbed across my tender nipples, then she licked wildly with the flat of her tongue from one rubbery tip over to the other.
"Oh, God," I moaned, trying hard to fight back the rising fullness in my aroused groin. "That's neat, baby, yeah," I choked, my eyes closed, and my head slowly shaking back and forth in delirium.
Dorothy giggled as she got down on one knee. Then moving her omnivorous tongue further down over my washboard stomach, she stopped momentarily to slosh in and out of the depths of my navel. Winking at the silent but spellbound audience, she grabbed my hips with both hands and forced me to stand sideways to the boggled-eyed crowd. Then getting down on both knees, she lashed out with her long, snake-like tongue into my spread of flaxen belly hairs, dipping teasingly inside the edge of my taut mesh-like trunks. The tantalizing feel of her circling wetness and the hot breath from her nose almost drove me out of my mind!
"Take it, babe now!" I cried out oblivious to everything, as I held her head with two hands and pulled it hard into my gyrating pelvis. "Put your red-hot lips where they belong!"
Dorothy let out a short laugh as she tugged free from my vise-like hold, pushing her long hair away from her beautiful face. "Easy, darling, and you'll last longer," she smiled in a business-like manner, forcibly turning my body completely around so that my bare back faced her.
I looked over at Dr. Prickett. His greedy eyes had joined the others in the stunned group and were taking in my lengthy joystick which now protruded halfway through my shorts. A shining drop of love juice oozed out of the vibrating cockhead.
My body jumped involuntarily as I felt Dorothy's fingernails dig into my broad shoulders. Her searing tongue now began a new and titillating route across my shoulder blades and down my neck, making my spine tingle with swirling sensations. Automatically, I reached up and grabbed her clinging hands. Immediately, Dorothy pulled them away from my grip and ran them down the sides of my quivering torso until they stopped at my waist.
I sighed helplessly as I felt the tip of her lapping tongue whirling madly over the cloth covered hairy cleft of my well-fleshed rump. "Jesus!" I sobbed, as that long thing licked over my shivering cheeks. "Get it in there, man!" I ordered, thrusting my fanny further up into her face.
Dorothy gurgled in triumph as she continued down my hairy thighs and lower leg muscles, kissing the knotty curves with half crazed passionate sounds deep in her throat.
I heard a wild round of applause and screams of "bravo, bravo" as I finally felt Dorothy release her sensual hold. I turned to see her wave one arm victoriously over her head. With the other, she wiped off her drooling lips.
"Perversion is the spice of sex," she proclaimed to her enthusiastic audience of frantic male medics. The females, almost to a woman, sat back in cold disdain with closed, tight mouths.
"What's next on the menu, teacher?" she asked Dr. Prickett with a broad smile, licking off her glistening lips and waiting expectantly.
By this time, poor Dr. Prickett was completely befuddled and lost for words. He pretended to be looking through his script, but actually was absorbed in hiding the stiff lump protruding through his own pant leg behind the speaker's stand.
"Between the two of them, they're going to drive me crazy, I can safely predict that," Dr. Prickett joked shrugging his shoulders helplessly, deciding to relax and join in the fun and games. After all, the whole thing had gotten so out of hand thanks to Dorothy that he had to win with her or not at all if he still wanted the office of Hospitality Chairman of the National Society of Obstetrics and Gynecology.
"Before we demonstrate the more acrobatic and complex sexual positions, let us ask our enthusiastic young couple to start off with the simple basic we might even call it classic face-to-face coital position which...."
"Oh, boy!" Dorothy interrupted Dr. Prickett excitedly. Falling immediately on her back across the mattress, she raised her legs high, straight up, and over her chest (her body like a jackknife), till her toes touched the mattress behind her head, and the entire pinking length of her gaping vagina lay exposed enticingly through her transparent nylon bikini. She beckoned to me impatiently, with both arms outstretched.
"Now just a minute, young folks, aren't you getting a little ahead of yourselves there?" Dr. Prickett pleaded, trying to hide his panic by giggling nervously and winking at the awestruck audience. "Dorothy, put your legs back down this instant!" he snorted from the side of his mouth.
Ignoring Dr. Prickett's protest and yielding blindly to Dorothy's invitation and the enticements of her up-thrust juicy bush, I fell heavily over her extended legs, my half hard sex lying over the parted dampness. Shivers ran up and down my spine as I maneuvered my pelvis into the pulsing center of Dorothy's quivering bottom. Hypnotized by the electricity generated between us, Dorothy puckered her lips slightly (her face pushed between her legs), begging to be kissed. We breathed hotly into one another's mouths.
"Ken, have you taken leave of your senses?" Dr. Prickett begged, completely taken aback by our unexpected behavior. "What are you two trying to do ruin me?" he asked plaintively. I felt him tug on my shoulders.
I pushed his arm away as if it were an annoying bug, oblivious to everything now except the pressure of groin against groin. Dorothy's fingers ran through my hair as she held my face against hers. Our lips met savagely, lustfully sampling each other's probing tongues. My steel hard tube was still wedged futilely in the folds of our sopping mesh-like garments, which only seemed to enhance my pent-up passion and the need for a complete ecstatic union.
"Now just stop that this minute, you two!" Dr. Prickett screamed hysterically, huffing and puffing, as he yanked on my trunks from behind. The fragile material finally snapped and tore apart. There was a loud gasp from the audience as the straps fell down my sides. I pulled my mouth from Dorothy's and turned my head around in time to catch a glimpse of my own bare ass.
"This burlesque of a serious course is just a filthy nudie revue, Dr. Prickett. Mark my words, you haven't heard the last of this dreadful display nor of the Board of Directors' verdict!" one plump, red faced committee woman shouted as she led a long parade of horrified ladies from the room. Their indignant chatter drowned out poor Prickett's attempt at an apology.
"Absolutely the lewdest show I've ever been forced to witness It's enough to make one want to give up sex!" the last outraged dowager glowered at Dr. Prickett with a cold stare, and slammed the door hard behind her.
"I don't know what all the fuss is about? It's supposed to be a togetherness meeting, isn't it?" Dorothy exclaimed innocently, pushing me rudely off her body. She lowered her widespread legs so that she now faced the cheering, hysterical all-male crowd head-on, the damp stain on her disarranged G-string conspicuously showing in the direct center of her hot spot.
"You gotta have a gimmick in this business, otherwise you're a dead chicken," 'Miss Show-biz' adlibbed further. Then with all the flair of a real trouper, she proceeded to unsnap her bra and fling it madly to the panting oglers. Her luscious knockers swung free and bounced up and down like jello.
"This is a nightmare! I just can't believe what I'm seeing!" Dr. Prickett put his hands over his eyes, then lowering them abruptly, glanced over the mob of whistling, frenzied delegates and toward the tightly closed door which led into the hall. "Gentlemen please calm yourselves. We may be raided at any moment! Everyone, please leave quietly before the hotel management...."
"There's more to come, folks," Dorothy interrupted, her fleshy orbs bouncing as she smiled at her audience. Then her fingers pushed downward in the exaggerated slow motion technique of a professional stripper shedding her clothes.
Without further invitation, the drunken doctors clambered up onto the makeshift stage. The rickety platform creaked on the verge of collapse as the horny student medics went berserk, digging and clawing at the laughing sex-selling exhibitionist. The ones in front had to beat off the others as they fought for better positions.
"Get that nymphomaniac into the anteroom before we all find ourselves in the clink!" Dr. Prickett shouted, helping me push back the frantic squirming mass of students.
One hand holding my torn modeling strap over the fat head of my stiffness, I reached out with the other, and grabbing Dorothy, pulled her roughly toward the door and backstage. She followed reluctantly, leaving behind the pawing and probing of thirty men. She obviously loved every minute of the commotion her shenanigans had caused. Dr. Prickett held the door open, one arm over his face to protect himself from the swinging hands of the fanatic chasers. I pushed Dorothy into the small room and just managed to squeeze my way through as Dr. Prickett slammed the door shut behind us. I locked both the doors that led into the tiny enclosure and heaved a deep sigh of relief. We could hear Dr. Prickett's cries for help through the door as the frustrated crowd banged on the wooden panel, protesting Dorothy's disappearing act.
"You sure know how to fuck up people's minds, honey," I panted, throwing my damp loincloth to the floor, my colossal erection still ready for some more sexual action, as it pointed stiffly in the direction of Dorothy's dark triangle covered only partly by the ripped G-string. A jagged torn hole dead in the middle beckoned like a bull's eye.
"They always told me I had a queen-sized appetite for bedroom balling," Dorothy bragged and went into side-splitting laughter. Her tousled hair, pink tipped boobies, and voluptuous torso bounced up and down as she guffawed at her own witty remark.
"O.K., prick teaser, let's start off where I come in again," I suggested. With both hands clutching my palpitating boner, I poked it against the moist folds of her hairy sex sheath.
"Play with it all you want," Dorothy cooed, as her hands found my organ and slid up and down its incredible length. "What a cock!" she gasped, rubbing the tip of my big dick over her twat in titillating circlets. She worked the bell-shaped cockhead inside her contracting walls with skill. I could hardly catch my breath as the vise-like pressure from inside her furry patch surrounded my weapon. Slowly, but relentlessly, her gripping pussy seemed to devour my pleasure-giving rod inch by inch by inch.
We became oblivious to the outside racket as I ran my hands through Dorothy's hair, and covered her open mouth with mine in a lingering kiss, welcoming her tongue as it reached the back of my throat. Downstairs, I stayed still and enjoyed the waves of electric ecstasy spreading through my crotch, as her tightness massaged my manhood slowly from tip to base, and back up to the head, again and again.
Dorothy ran her hands over my powerful arms, into the wet hairy dampness of my armpits, then her fingers slid around and traced the long lines of my back from shoulders to butt. Groping down between our bodies, she ran her hands sensually through my thick belly hair. I started to moan as she began jerking off my loaded straight-shooter, while her clamping canal still firmly held part of my peter. Her whole torso, slowly undulating in a rhythm that started with her head and ended at the tip of her toes, ignited a passion that seemed to grow in the very depths of my being. Animal sounds erupted from my throat as she continued to clutch and release me, time after time.
Abruptly, Dorothy turned her face from mine, panting and gasping for air. "Don't stop kissing me, darling, and whatever you do don't come!" she ordered, then smashed her mouth over mine again. Our tongues tangled and explored even more wildly within our drooling mouths.
She still had more tricks. Until this minute, she had deliberately held her fully packed titties a little away, but now she drew just close enough so that I could feel the motion of her bosoms swaying to and fro, letting her firm nipples rub erotically across my chest hair. My body quivered with these exciting new sensations. I slipped my hands down and over her velvety behind, stretching the soft cheeks wide, as she went on with the churning action down below. My palpitating hard-on stayed happily lodged to half its length in the juicy pocket.
Dorothy took my hands and guided them between our chests. Feverishly, I kneaded the round globes, my thumbs digging into the red-hot tips. I felt her hands grope between our bodies again. Then her fingers spread the lips of her opening wider, and with one final shove, she engulfed my slick monstrosity all the way to its base, blending our pubic mounds into a colorful black and blonde mesh. Our mouths still together, we both sighed, our hot breaths mingling in frenzied jets from our distended nostrils.
Dorothy's body rocked in fulfillment and writhed in ecstasy against mine. I felt a warm trickle of fluid run down my leg as I withdrew halfway from our moist union, then I drove back in ruthlessly, and out and in again, quicker and quicker. My legs strained and trembled as I leaned forward, giving all of myself toward reaching that ultimate explosion of mutual orgasm. Dorothy's vast breastwork heaved up and down between our sweaty bodies, adding an extra tingle to our joint fornication.
While still keeping the mouth to mouth contact, Dorothy got a firmer grip on my broad shoulders, and bending her trunk slightly, leapt upward so that her smooth legs locked tightly around my hips. Surprised by this sudden switch, I whimpered in joy as her spread-eagled snatch completely swallowed my plunging pride and joy. My loosely hanging balls were now softly slapping against her tender bottom.
The sweat dripped off my forehead and over our two faces as I struggled to pull my hands from between our compressed forms to help support this unusual sex lift. It took all my strength to control Dorothy's jiggling one-hundred-and-fifty-dollar-a-night chassis on the brink of culmination. Her heels dug into my back urgently and she wound her arms in a strangle hold of carnal desire around my neck. She moaned louder than ever, as I built up her lust with the piercing movements of my gigantic club.
Then she went into an absolute frenzy, pulling her smeared lips away from our slobbery kiss, screaming and biting, while exploding globs of steamy cream-like jizz over my jammed, saturated hose. "I need you right now, darling, so make it really good!" she choked, going completely bananas, as her gushing fountain of love bucked and squirmed with each uncontrollable spasm of her final climax. The loud sounds and smells of our movements filled the little room for endless minutes.
Finally, it all came to an end.
"God, you're beautiful!" Dorothy flashed a delirious smile, kissing me crazily all over my forehead and face. I felt her gorgeous legs unwrap themselves from their clinging-vine-like clasp. Her slippery breasts slid down my matted chest as her body returned to a standing position right smack against me once more. Her love-filled box still oozed her come over our soppy pubic hairs. "No wonder the doc's so nuts about you, lover-boy."
Now selfishly concerned with getting my rocks off too, I locked my powerful arms around Dorothy's waist, and like a live riveting machine, hammered viciously into her overloaded pit. With mounting passion, I worked for that last minute of wild ecstasy. Her body shuddered as the strength of my pounding movements forced her to breathe in short gasps.
"Tell me when, tell me when?" Dorothy pleaded, digging her sharp nails into my knotted shoulders for emphasis. "I like to know when you do it."
Not saying a word, with eyes shut and lips compressed, I plunged on in a delirium of ultimate urgency. I felt an overwhelming explosion ready to launch out, up, and through my loaded cannon, so I increased the pace, hotter and faster to bring on a supreme shooting spree.
"It's coming, it's coming!" I yelled like a crazy man, letting go of my bear hug, putting my hands on Dorothy's shoulders, and thrusting my pelvis upward in spasmodic jerks, my body arched over and my whole frame shivering with excitement. "Catch it, baby hold on tight to it!"
Without warning, Dorothy pulled away from my swollen prick, dropped to her knees, and like a devouring praying mantis, took the entire length of my jizz-filled staff in her mouth. She sucked ravenously, eyes closed, waiting in happy anticipation of my oncoming load.
"Man, what are you doing?" I choked deliriously, bending over her. My hands automatically pushed on the back of her bobbing head and my quickening rhythm finally broke as my hot cargo spiraled up through its searing canal, emptying jet after jet of bulleting thick seed into her greedy mouth. "Son of a bitch!" I sobbed helplessly. My whole torso seemed racked with one immense sensual explosion. Each discharge was another jolt of memorable body-shaking bliss. I hung onto the precious sensations with selfish lust.
like a super-efficient suction machine, Dorothy swallowed my enormously long spasms with deep, satisfied murmurs of pleasure. She moved her hands around to cup my quivering rump, reinforcing my pelvic jabs. She had to swallow fast as possible with loud gulps to keep up with the flood tide of my explosive coming. Unable to move, my mind was a blur of joyful satisfaction. Let's face it, it was a damn good professional blow job!
Dorothy hummed to herself as her lips held on firmly to the fiery lance still deep in her throat, drawing in every last ounce of the white sperm that shot forth involuntarily. like a willing captive, I let her have her way, savoring the situation to the full. My demented cocksucker kept right on with her assault, squeezing and massaging for all she was worth.
But even the best things have to end. Totally exhausted and drained, I rested my hands on her smooth back. "Dorothy, you were beautiful!" I laughed happily. "You're worth more than one hundred and fifty bucks, I tell you!" Between gasps, I kept talking, not wanting the suction ever to let up.
"O.K., kids, you can come out now. All's clear on the western front," Dr. Prickett suddenly whispered from outside, tapping softly on the door.
As a surprise answer, I stretched awkwardly over Dorothy's back (she was still on her knees with her lips glued to my throbbing erection, sucking up every last drop of thick love juice), unlocked the door, and pushed it open. I stood up straight, hands on hips in classic joint sucking stance.
Dr. Prickett stepped into the musky lust-filled anteroom, eyes bulging in disbelief. He closed the door behind himself quickly. Dorothy didn't even look up as she went on shamelessly eating away at my slippery fullness.
"Come over here," I ordered, reaching for Dr. Prickett's fly and quickly unzipping his trousers. He stared down at my hand like a robot, as I yanked his swelling peter out from the open garment. Then pulling him next to Dorothy's bobbing head, and withdrawing my own glistening monstrosity rudely, I shoved her open mouth (still drooling with my come) onto Dr. Prickett's waiting dick. Without any protest whatsoever, she took on the new assignment with enthusiasm. Dr. Prickett gasped.
"O.K., buster, hand over my fee. I think I'm caught up enough on the latest sexual intercourse techniques," I remarked dryly, bending over and picking up my clothes.
Obediently, Dr. Prickett reached inside his coat, brought out a well-stuffed wallet, pulled out several bills, and thrust them at me. His eyes were half closed and glazed over as the result of Dorothy's expert work downstairs.
I grabbed the money from his hand, counted it quickly, to make sure it was really a hundred bucks, and stuffed it into my jean pocket.
"I need some fresh air," I drawled, opening the door. "Call me, baby," I blew a kiss to the Doctor, trying to keep from smiling, as his crossed eyes were barely able to focus on me leaving. "Oh bye, Dorothy. It's been nice working with you. It's always good to meet an associate on one's own level."
like a real pro, Dorothy waved goodbye, gave me the "V" for peace sign with two fingers, and a final pat on the ass all without missing a stroke!