"Betty," Frank said, indicating the man with his hand, "this is Paul Drew, an old friend of mine."
"Hello, Mr. Drew," she smiled, trying to hide her disappointment in finding him there.
"Hi, Betty," the man beamed at her, "and please call me Paul."
When she seated herself on a sofa, Betty was conscious of the way Paul stared at her creamy thighs that were so boldly displayed beneath her short black skirt. She had made a point of not wearing hose because she knew how much her bare legs always excited Frank.
As the three people made small talk, Betty was very much impressed with Paul Drew. He was a handsome, soft-spoken man with a thick, grey-sprinkled hair and a strong rugged face. There was a fire kindling in his deep blue eyes that strangely excited Betty, but she gull wanted him to leave so she could have Frank's wonderful cock.
When he finished his drink, Paul stood up and excused himself, leaving Betty and Frank alone.
"He seems awfully nice," she smiled.
"Paul's a hell of a guy," Frank laughed. "We've known each other for years, and I was really surprised to find him here at the hotel. It seems he's on business for a few days."
"Well," she whispered, slipping her dress over her head. "Let's not waste the afternoon talking."
Wearing nothing but a pair of black bikini panties, she slowly walked over to where Frank was sitting on the edge of the bed. When she was standing directly in front of him, he reached up and slipped his finger into the waistband and slowly peeled the flimsy panties down over her soft round hips and ass. When they slithered down around her ankles, Betty daintily stepped out of them as Frank drew her towards him, burying his face in the flat softness of her bar, tummy. Gently clutching her silky butt in his hands, his fingers were kneading the soft flesh between her quivering ass-cheeks while his tongue worked teasingly in and around her dimpled navel.
As always, there was a bold gentleness about his loving approach that sent delicious shivers racing through her entire body. Betty fondly ran her fingers through his hair as he kept his firm hot mouth pressed against her belly.
Betty could feel herself trembling with excitement as his mouth worked slowly down the warm flesh of her flat stomach until she felt his chin grazing against her silky nest of cunt hairs. Lowering his face farther, his tongue suddenly darted out and flicked at her erect clit.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she sobbed, grasping her fingers more tightly in his hair as his hot slippery tongue swirled deliciously around her sensitive joy-button. The man made no attempt to drive his tongue up into her slit. He just teased her quivering clitoris with the tip of it. The thing that drove Betty wild was the way Frank never hurried the preliminaries, and always brought her up to such an excited pitch before he fucked her with his talented dick.
When he was satisfied that he'd brought her clit up to a flail, fiery erection, Frank removed his mouth and stood up, facing Betty. Placing his hands on her lovely bare shoulders, he stared with admiration at her big luscious tits. They were soft and creamy with swollen areolas as big as silver dollars and covered with pin-sized goose bumps, capped with two cherry-hard nipples. Betty trembled with excitement when he bent his head and slowly bathed her quivering tittie-buds with his hot wet tongue. He didn't attack or rush, but gently lapped and licked tern until her tits glistened with his wet saliva. The slow sensual bath was setting her nipples on fire.
While he was sucking so deliciously on her quivering titties, Betty opened the front of the man's dressing gown, and when he finally moved his face from her spit-soaked jugs, she was rasping his stiff cock in her hands.
"God, it's stiff," she whispered, pressing his dick against her soft flat belly. It burned so deliciously against her smooth naked flesh.
Removing his dressing gown, Frank laid her back on the bed, her leg hanging over the edge. As he knelt between them, his thick wet tongue sensually licked and bathed the creamy flesh of her inner thighs.
"Oh, God," the woman shuddered with ecstasy. "Oh, sweet Frank."
Slowly advancing up her thighs, he lightly flicked his tongue against her juicy pink slit, and, making no attempt to insert it, he just teased and flicked it around her sensitive tissues.
"Please," she whispered, "suck it, honey, suck it."
Ignoring her pleas, he continued lightly teasing her gash as a stream of cunt-juice continued oozing out of her swollen pussy.
"Stop that!" she squealed, unable to stand the delicious torture much longer. "You're driving me crazy! Stop teasing me and suck my cunt!"
Paying no attention to the screaming, lurching woman, he continued his tantalizing routine until he had brought her up to the very top plane of ecstasy, and then, moving up on the bed with her, he drove his cock all the way up her luscious hot fuck-hole with one long thrust.
After the swift entry, he remained perfectly still over her trembling body, and without moving his prick in or out, he began rotating his hips, his deeply imbedded cock grinding deliciously around in her hot cunt.
"Oh, Christ!" squealed Betty. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Screwing, baby, screwing," he whispered.
"Jesus, yes!" she sobbed, writhing her cunt up tighter against the base of his grinding cock. "That's screwing, honey! That's really screwing!"
Betty was almost out of her mind from the circular motion that was screwing his cock around and around in the gasping fuck-hole. His brutally hard prick was grinding deliciously against every sex-crazed nerve of her slippery cunt-walls, as well as rubbing up against her swollen clit. Betty was well aware of the man's talent as a fuck-mate, but this incredible performance was the most fantastic experience that she could ever remember.
"Can you feel it, honey?" he lewdly whispered. "Can you feel my hard cock grinding around and round in your sweet cunt?"
"Yes, Frank, yes!" she screamed, clutching frantically at him a he continued his deep, slow rotation. "Oh, Frank darling, I think I'm twin come! Gonna come!"
The man continued slowly grinding his big hard prick deeper and deeper into her beautiful soft cunt.
"Oh, at!" she suddenly squealed. "I'm coming. Frank! I'm commiiinnnggg! Commmiiinnngggg!"
Without waiting for her orgasm to subside, he withdrew his cock and crawled back down between her thighs, covering her shuddering slit with his open mouth. Instead of the light, teasing technique he had used earlier, Frank rammed his thick tongue deep into her soft slippery fuck-hole with the same circular movement that he'd used with his cock.
"Oh, Frank!" the woman sobbed, feeling his hot wet tongue licking and sucking deep in her fuck-tunnel. "You're so fuckin' wonderful. There's no one like you."
Betty was telling the truth. The man always brought her to orgasm after orgasm before he ever relieved himself. That was what was so unselfish about him, because once he climaxed, the man needed almost an hour before he could regain an erection.
He continued slowly sucking and swirling her hard clit around in his mouth, and knowing she was building up for a second climax, he kept the same teasing tempo that was producing such a torturous ecstasy for the crazed woman.
"Please, Frank!" she sobbed. "Suck faster, sweetheart, I can't stand this much longer!"
"Relax, honey," he whispered, momentarily removing his mouth from her wet, throbbing slit. "You're gonna have the wildest orgasm of your life."
Once more lowering his mouth, he began the same slow delicious movement with his tongue and lips.
"Oh, Christ!" she screamed. "I can't stand it, Frank! I can't stand any morn!"