And I liked what I was doing to him not too long ago, didn't I? All this was going through my mind when I was slowly sucking his cock. It was completely hard now, and it filled my mouth till I thought I was going to choke on it. He made me turn around so I was down on him with my face towards his feet, and his mouth went for my pussy.
Not only had his prick not lost any of his vigor, his tongue had the same tantalizing experience on my slit. And I was dripping again. My pussy was itching and burning, aching to be fucked. But his tongue was so delightfully soothing on my cunt, I wanted to last it for a little longer. So, we went on in what was a very nice sixty-nine.
But suddenly I couldn't stand it any longer. I just had to have his stiff prick up my slit. I wrenched myself away from his sucking mouth and went lower down his body. Squatting over his throbbing prick, I took it in my hand. It was slippery with my saliva and pre-fuck was oozing out of the tiny slit. My legs wide open, my cunt ready to engulf it with hairy lips, I pointed it at my burning quim. Lowering myself, I sank down on it and it penetrated me to the hilt. I was filled completely with its terrifying length, feeling it knock against my womb with the huge head. It was thick and burning red hot in my pussy and I started to rock back and forth. Riding him, accompanying our fucking with a soppy noise, and with every down movement he delightfully met my thrusts. It was a marvelous new sensation, fucking like this, and my hands went to my breasts to play with the excited nipples. They were rock-hard under my fingers when I tweaked them and rolled them around between the thumb and forefinger.
Mr. Morgan's hand came up in front of my body and since my back was turned to him I could only see his hands. His hands went for my slit and opened as it was, he didn't have any trouble finding my erected clit. Spreading the lips even further apart, he played with my clitty, letting his fingers run over it, rubbing it, pressing it… I was climbing up the top of the hill very fast now and his cock throbbed in delighted passion. The swollen veins in his cock rubbed the walls of my cunt and in utter rut we rocked on the floor, not noticing its hardness or discomfort. He was probing me so deeply… so far up my dilating slit… his fingers playing with my clit… pulling at the cunt lips… like he had seen me doing… it's so wonderful… such a marvelous fuck…
“Fuck me… fuck me!” I yelled. “Make me come… I'm so randy… so fucking randy… ream my cunt… play with my clit… push your dong… up… my… slit… my juices… flowing… from… my… randy… cunt…”
Mr. Morgan was yelling the same sort of thing and it was a good thing this hotel is solidly built, with thick walls and double doors, otherwise we would have alarmed the whole place.
We creamed together this time, our juices mingling. His prick still in my cunt, I let myself fall over him, absolutely exhausted. Fucked out, I might say. His cock slowly slid from my cunt when it went all limp and flaccid, and with a sucking noise my cunt lips closed themselves.
On wobbly legs, I left him. It had been a marvelous experience, all of it, but I was glad he left the next day. I don't think I could have stood another thing like that.
Oh yes, although I'm not a whore I was very pleased with the big tip he left for me in an envelope at the desk. The porter looked at me through strange eyes, but didn't say anything. Looking at him I knew I was going to have to satisfy his curiosity sooner or later. Not that I minded; he was rather good-looking and I like changes.
CHAPTER SIX
Room 125, one of the rooms on my floor. At a certain time it was occupied by an old countess who stayed on for a rather prolonged period. I strongly suspected her to be a lesbian from the first moment I saw her. I had had lesbian affairs before, as you know, but never with a real dyke; always with girls and women who liked their pleasure as it came. Bisexuals as you might call them, but this one was wholly and truly lesbian or I would never open my cunt for sex again. Anyway, I was getting very interested in what it would be like to make a real lesbian and I would soon find it to be a marvelous experience. Oh yes, and the hotel porter also plays a part in this one, so sit tight and enjoy your reading. Just as a side thought: I wonder how many women are reading my book at this moment.
But let us get back to my lesbian countess.
She was already staying with us for a week when she finally made the first move towards sex. Or actually, I forced her to make the first move.
One morning I came to her room and I thought her to be out. Without bothering to knock at her door I opened it with my passkey and stepped inside. It was a suite of apartments; I started to do the living room first, and having cleaned it properly I went to her bedroom. I opened the door and there she was right in front of my eyes. The bed was directly opposite the door and on it was my countess in all her nobility. She was lying on top of the blankets and I had a beautiful, clear sight of her wide-spread legs. Her hairy, enormous slit was wide open. The red, swollen clitoris standing out from between the lips like a soldier standing on guard. She was one of those women with an overlong clit and it looked like a miniature penis. It seems that lesbians of stature always have a clit like that although people also say it's a sure sign of being an ardent masturbator. If the last was true, my clit would have been at least a foot long.
But anyway, there she was, right under my eyes. Her fat belly towered over the swelling of her cunt and her flabby breasts almost hung down her sides. She was horrible to look at but the sight she offered me was appealing to my perverted tastes. She was masturbating like a woman gone mad. She worked on her slit and clit as if she had not come for years! Her glutenous spunk, thick like a man's, wet her bulky thighs and with the fingers of one hand she caressed the long nipples crowning her breasts. Occasionally she closed her hand tightly around the tit and the huge thing shook like jelly.
It was altogether an amazing sight, amazing and appalling to see a woman like she going through the antics of a young girl. But who am I to criticize her actions? After all, I'm doing the same sort of things and why shouldn't somebody else do the same things. Apart from different bodies, all of our passions are the same and I already felt the contempt I had sensed at first leave my body. If I had only dared to, I'm sure I would have joined her in a minute. But this didn't seem necessary, as you will find out for yourself. Seeing me standing at the door when she happened to look up, she was startled and with a cry of surprise she sat upright. Without saying anything, I hurried past the bed into the bathroom and started to clean it as if nothing had happened. For the first time I felt guilty about spying on other people. She was so pitiful! With her looks it must not have been easy to lure another person into her bed. Not long after I had gone to the bathroom she joined me there. She was fully dressed now and did look quite friendly.
“I hope you don't feel disgusted by the scene I offered you, my dear child,” she said in a beautiful, cultivated voice, “but you are probably well acquainted with the solitary pleasure of masturbating, considering your age, although it may have surprised you to find that women of my age also indulge in this sort of thing…”