Do You Like What You See?
                                          by
                                                  Little Dan



When they first built the Shelton Hotel across the street
from my apartment, I was upset.  I was on a high floor and
had a spectacular view of the whole city.  There had been
low buildings there before, so I would lie in bed every
night facing my big picture window and watch the stars
twinkling in the night sky.  Far below me, I could hear the
sounds of the city.  The traffic horns.  The fire engines.
The ambulances.  I was high up near heaven.


Then they blasted the low buildings.  A lovely vase that had
been my grandmother’s fell off the coffee table and smashed
onto the floor.  Bastards!  I had heard that the hotel they
were going to build was going to be thirty stories high.  I
was on the eighteenth floor.  I was worried.


It was a large hotel.  It took up the whole block across the
street.  But it started out with low foundations.  And every
day, fretfully I watched as those foundations grew.  Floor
by floor.  Taller and taller.  Eventually the steel girders
were stretching far above my head, and I knew that when the
concrete and glass followed, I would never again see my
stars.


It took two years, but eventually the hotel was completed,
and on February First it opened for business.   I was out
doing my shopping, and as I passed the hotel, I saw guests
arriving in taxicabs from the airport, about to check in.
The guests were mostly male, and I realized that it would be
catering mostly to businessmen, coming into town for
meetings and conventions.


All these handsome preppy men in their thirties, forties,
and fifties, carrying their suitcases and their laptops.
All in freshly pressed business suits, white shirts, and
expensive ties.  Sometimes they would tighten the knot of
the tie, and I would see a gold wedding band on the fourth
finger.


I have my girlfriend, Emily.  We’ve been going out for
years.  She stays over about once a week, and we have sex.
I get all hot when she tells me about all the other men she
has sex with, the rest of the week.  Emily is very
promiscuous, and loves to get fucked.  And I love to hear
about it.  Certainly my sex life is not that exciting.  I’m
really not good at meeting people.  And it’s much easier for
a girl to pick someone up for sex, than for a guy.  With all
these exciting encounters going on, I can’t imagine why
Emily still sees me.  She knows I’ll never get married.


And Emily is a dynamite lady.  Slender, long blonde hair,
clear blue eyes, ample firm bust, narrow waist, ample firm
buttocks, and legs that come almost up to her shoulders.
She also has narrow ankles.  I love narrow ankles.  “Why
does she even bother with me?”   I keep asking myself that
question, but I really know that I’m good-looking. And also
I eat pussy better than anyone else in the city.  Emily
loves to get oral sex.  She needs her clit stimulated in
order to orgasm.  She insists she doesn’t have a g-spot in
her vagina.


Emily and I used to make love with the night sky and the
stars as our backdrop.  But no more.  Now my view is windows
and windows and windows of that accursed hotel facing me.  I
have to draw the drapes now, when Emily comes over.  I have
to draw the drapes when I get undressed.  I have to draw the
drapes all the time.  There must literally be thirty windows
that can see into my apartment now.  I think five floors of
the hotel on the side which faces my apartment have a
perfect view of everything I do.  I think five floors and
about ten windows on each floor have good visibility into my
home.  That’s fifty rooms.  Fifty visitors to our fair city
have the ability to spy on me each night.  So now I draw the
drapes.  And mostly I keep them drawn.  So much for the
sunlight and moonlight I had enjoyed before.


I complained about it bitterly to Emily one night when she
came over.


“Do you think they can really see us?” She asked.


“Of course,” I snapped at her.


She got very quiet.  She was thinking.


“That sounds exciting,” she finally said.


“What?” I could hardly believe my ears.


“You know what,” she said sagely.  “All those people
watching.  I’m getting tingly just thinking about it.”


“You wouldn’t dare,” I said.


“Oh, yes, I would,” she insisted.  “You don’t think it would
be fun?”


“No,” I protested angrily.


“Think about it,” she urged me.  I pulled the drapes shut
and we got into bed and fucked in the dark.


I started thinking about it.  She phoned me every day and
kept talking about how hot it would be, and it would be such
fun, and it was almost like putting on a show, and she was
dying to know the audience reaction.


The day before her next visit, she said,  “You don’t have to
do it.  You can stand way back out of view, and I’ll lie on
the bed and play with myself.  It’ll get me really excited.
Please,” she begged.


“All right,” I finally agreed.


The next night when she came, she carried a large white
piece of cardboard, but she put it in the closet.  She
wouldn’t let me see it.  She said it was hers, and none of
my business.  I had no idea what she had in mind.  Later, I
would find out.


After dinner, which she cooked, we went into the bedroom and
started to fool around a little.  I closed the drapes and we
were on the bed, kissing and playing with each other.   I
was squeezing her beautiful tits, and she was moaning, and
we were sucking tongues.  I stuck one finger under her
dress, and worked it up under her panties, until it was deep
inside her steaming pussy.  I started flicking her clitoris.
She was going crazy, bucking up against my hand, her legs
flying in the air.


We got undressed, and I crawled between her legs and began
licking her sensitive areas.  Her hand was pressing my head
down into her crotch and her legs were wobbling helplessly
on each side of my face.


“Oh, baby.  That’s it.  That’s so good.  A little more
tongue, honey.  Yes.  Right there.  Yes.  Oh, yes.  I love
it.  Flick. Flick.  Yeeesssss.”  Nobody could do that like I
could.


I figured it was time, so I moved my face away and began
kneewalking my penis toward her primed receptacle.


“No,” she said, pushing on my chest.


“No?”  I was dumbfounded.  “Why not?  What’s wrong?”


“I want you to open the drapes.”


“I told you, I’m not going to fuck you in front of all those
windows,” I reminded her.


“And I told you, you didn’t have to.  I’ll just play with
myself, and see what happens.   Go over to the far end of
the room, where no one can see you.”


I did as she suggested.  She got up and turned on all the
lamps.  The room was ablaze with light.  Then she walked to
the window and pulled open the drapes. Next, she climbed
back on the bed directly facing the large window, and
started playing with her tits and pussy.  I quietly sat down
in a chair at the far end of the room and waited.


We talked a little, but she kept her face toward the window,
watching, watching.


“Anything yet?” I asked


“I’m not sure.  I think I saw one of the curtains move a
little.”  She redoubled her efforts.  She licked her lips.
She stuck her finger in her vagina, and raised it to her
lips.  She licked her finger lasciviously.  She waved across
to the window where she had detected curtain movement.


“There’s definitely someone watching,” she said.  “The way
the curtain is fluttering, it looks like someone is jerking
off.  But it’s dark. I can’t really say for sure.”


She blew a kiss across to the fluttering curtain.  She
reached over to the lamp beside the bed and started turning
it on and off.  Then she stretched out her arms in
supplication.


“He’s opening the curtain,” she told me.  She started
nodding her head happily, and making an ‘o’ with her thumb
and index finger.


“The light just went on,” she said.  “Wait.  He’s coming
back to the window.  He’s nude.  He’s got a hard-on.  A big
one,” she narrated.  “He’s looking at me, and jerking off in
front of the window.  Oh. He’s cute.  He’s so cute.  I want
him.”  I was happy for Emily, but I was too far back.  I
couldn’t see anything.


Apparently, for the next five minutes, she was playing with
herself and he was playing with himself.  I was sort of
caressing my penis, but I wasn’t all that excited.  Suddenly
she put her hand up in front of her, as if telling him to
wait.  She scooted from the bed to the closet, and withdrew
her big cardboard.  She ran to the window and held it in
front of the glass.  But not too close.  She needed light
from the room to illuminate it.


“What’s that?”  I asked again.


This time she answered my question.  “It’s your telephone
number,” she informed me.   I wrote it very big with a red
crayon.”


“What?  Are you crazy?” I asked her.  Flashing my phone
number across the street to some stranger jerking off in a
hotel room.  I was appalled.   I scrunched down on the
floor, where I could see across, but he couldn’t see me.  He
was reading the phone number and nodding.  He was writing it
down on a piece of paper.  He posed in front of his window
for a few more minutes, in a few more positions, to show his
hefty cock off.  He was so proud of the damned thing.  Then
he held his hand to his face, mimicking a telephone and
disappeared back into the room.


About two minutes later, the phone on the night table rang.


“Hello,” answered Emily in a lush sexy voice, picking up the
receiver.  “Do you like what you see?….   Thank you.  You
look great too.  Very sexy…….. Yes, I love your big cock.
Do you like my pretty pussy?…….Oh, yes.  Oh, yes.  I love
the way you talk.  Yes.  I would love to have your big thick
dick inside my wet, tight little pussy.  I can almost feel
it now.  It feels so big, and so demanding, and so, how can
I put this? Male.  I love your big thick cock.  Yes.  I want
it inside my hot cunt, baby.  Give it to me.  Give it to
me.”


He had moved back in front of the window with the telephone
in his left hand.  With his right hand, he was pulling his
pud.  I was starting to pull my own pud a little.  Emily,
had been right.  This was exciting.   As Emily spoke to him,
she played with her beautiful breasts and her vagina.  Her
legs were splayed wide open.


“Yes,” she said.  “Why don’t we get together?  Would you
like me to come over there, sweetie?……Uh, huh.  Uh, huh.
Well, what’s your room number?  1944?  Yes.  Yes. I want you
so bad too, sweetie.  Yes.  But you know what.  If I have to
go out, I have to get dressed and put on fresh makeup.  Such
a nuisance.  Would you mind terribly coming over here?……Oh,
great.  That would be just great.  Yes.  It’s 972 East 53rd
Street.  Ring 18L.  Yes.  Yes.   Oh. I can’t wait to see
you, honey.  My name?  Emily, sweetie.  What’s yours?
Okay, Ted.  I’ll see you in a few minutes.  I’m waiting for
that gorgeous prick of yours…….Bye, sweetie.  See you as
soon as you can cross the street.”


She hung up the receiver and smiled at me.  I was in shock.


“But I’m here,” I enlightened her.  “Won’t he be a little
miffed to find another man here?”


“You’re going into the closet,” she told me.  “We’ll keep
the door open a little.  You’ll be able to see everything.”


At first I was a little put off, but the idea started
growing on me.  What would it be like to watch Ted fucking
my girlfriend, Emily?  I was starting to get stiff again.
The intercom rang.  Elaine ran into the hall and picked up
the house phone.  “Ted, baby.  You’re here.  At last, you’re
here.  Yes.  This is Emily.  Come right on up.”  She buzzed
him in and hung up the phone.  Then she got me into the
closet in a good position, where I couldn’t be easily seen,
but I could easily see out.  I was now facing the foot of
the bed. I would be looking right up her snatch.


Emily just had time to pull the drapes shut, when the front
doorbell rang.  She ran to the front door, and standing
behind it to shield her naked body from the hallway, she
opened it.


“Ted. Come on in,” she invited.


He came on in and she locked the door.  I heard her kissing
him in the foyer.


“Oh, Ted.  We finally meet.  At last.  Let me feel that big
cock of yours, right through your pants…..Yes.  Yes.  It’s
so nice……Come on, baby.  Let’s go into the bedroom.”


They entered the bedroom, and now I could see them.  Ted was
a cute, young guy in his thirties.  He wasn’t too tall, but
he was muscular.  Like he worked out at the gym a lot.  He
was, what they call, humpy, I think.  He had dark hair in a
crew cut.  And on his left hand, he had the ubiquitous
wedding ring.  He was the paradigm of the perfect small-town
or suburban husband.


“Where are you from, Ted?” asked Emily.


“Youngstown, Ohio,” he answered proudly.


“Youngstown.  How great.  I’ve never been there.  What
brings you to our fair city?”


“I have a conference I have to attend,” he explained.


Get undressed, honey,” Emily directed him.  He immediately
began to comply.  He wasn’t shy.


“Do you do this kind of thing often?” he asked her.


“You probably won’t believe me, but this is my first time.
I only wish I’d thought of it before.”


“Well, lucky me that I was across the street in my room,
when you thought of it.”  He had taken off his shoes, socks,
pants, shirt, and was pulling his undershirt over his head.
Now he was only in his ‘made in china’ striped boxer shorts.


“Come on, baby.  Don’t keep me in suspense,” Emily kidded
him.  He stretched the elastic on the boxers and began to
lower them down his legs.  He had to stretch the elastic
quite a bit to get it past his enormous hard dick.


He was pink-skinned and smooth, and when he turned his back
to the closet, I admired his large, firm, round buttcheeks.
They were much firmer than mine.  I think they call that a
bubblebutt.  I hadn’t been in the habit of looking at other
men, but I have to admit, he looked pretty good.  Emily
climbed on the bed, and stretched out her left arm.  She
pulled him down beside her.  His crew cut was now resting
upon my goose feather pillows.


Emily spread his legs and crawled between them.  She started
sucking on his impressive knob.  “MMMMmmmm.  MMMMmmmmm,” she
appreciated.  He mirrored her sentiments and began lifting
his ass off the bed to get more cock into her mouth.  He
held her head down, as he speared past her uvula and into
her throat.  She choked and sputtered a little, but she took
it.  When she finally lifted her mouth off his long shaft,
it was only to move down, and begin sucking on his tight,
fuzzy balls.


“Ooohhh, wow,” he said.  “That’s great, Emily.  That’s so
great.  Suck my balls.  Suck my big balls.  Go under my
balls…..Yes.  Right there.  Right under my balls.  Between
my balls and my asshole.  Lick it, baby.  Lick it.  Oh,
yeah.  Oh, yeah.”  He raised his ass off the bed and lifted
his legs in the air, as he pressed upon her head.  He was
trying to make her lick his tight little asshole.  But she
wouldn’t do it.  She forced her head higher.


“MMM.MMM,” she said,shaking her head.  “Momma doesn’t do
that.  Momma doesn’t lick assholes.   You want to fuck momma
now?  You want to put your big daddydick into momma’s tight
little pussy?”


“Yes.  I want to put my big daddydick into momma’s tight
little pussy,” he repeated, and flipped her over onto her
back.  He climbed on top of her, and grabbed his penis in
one hand to insert it accurately into her tight little
pussy.  It went in.  He sank down on her chest, and began
hunching his asscheeks, fucking her.  With his hands, he
kneaded her two large perfect breast implants, and then sank
his jaws down and began feeding on first one, then the
other. Yes. Emily had been surgically enhanced.  She was not
about to let nature dictate her appearance.


I had a perfect view of his cock moving into her hole.  On
the outstroke, I could see that it was wet and shiny.  She
put her hands on his tight rump and assisted him to hump.  I
had front row center on his powerful, muscular buttcheeks as
he speared his long dick into my girlfriend.  His balls
weren’t swinging against Emily’s ass, though.  They were too
tight. Too high. On the outstroke, I could even see the
clenched pink little ring between his asscheeks.


What a view.  I had never been much into porno films.  But
this was live.  Right in front of me.  Sight. Sound. Smell.
Everything.  And I was hidden in the closet.  He didn’t
suspect he was being observed. I had my own personal reality
show.  This was so fucking exciting.  I started playing with
my, now, very hard dick.


Emily was so hot, I could actually see the juices running
out of her pussy onto my fitted sheet.  “Oh, yes, baby, yes.
You know how to fuck a girl, don’t you?”


“I sure do,” he panted.  “I’ve been practicing since I was
thirteen.  My cock is a lot bigger now than it was when I
was thirteen.  You like my big cock?”


“Give it to me, baby.  Fuck it into my pussy.”


All of a sudden the two of them started hip smacking double
time.  Ted was gasping and groaning.  Finally he was
screaming.  And I knew that he was shooting by the way his
asscheeks kept tightening and dimpling.  When she felt his
hot cream in her cunt, Emily started screaming, and grinding
her cuntlips against his pubic hairs in a frenzy.  She was
coming too.  In the closet, I felt my own spunk shoot out of
my tortured lonely dick.  I had come almost spontaneously.
Just from excitement.  No pounding.  No grinding.  Just a
couple of my own light finger touches, and the passion of
the moment.  I had to restrain myself mightily, not to also
scream, the way they both had just screamed.


Nuts.  I noted that some cum had landed on my freshly
cleaned and pressed charcoal gray suit.  Back to the
cleaner.


Ted and Emily kissed and nuzzled a few more minutes.  Then
he got up, went into the bathroom to wash off, and finally
stooped down to pick his striped boxers off the floor.   He
stretched the elastic again.  But this time he stepped into
them.  First the left foot.  Then the right foot.  Then his
beautiful buttcheeks were once again hidden from me.


They chatted as he dressed.  Emily was just lolling on the
bed.  I was lolling in the closet, dying for him to leave so
I could come out into my bedroom.


It was another quarter of an hour, before she led him to the
door, and locked it behind him.  I burst out of the closet.


“Finally,” I said.


“You came out of the closet,” she said jokingly.  I gave her
a wry face.


“Did you have a good time?”  I asked.


“Need you ask?” she asked.  “You were there.”


“Yes.”  I made another wry face.


“Did you have a good time?” she asked me.


“I came,” I told her.


“You didn’t???”


“Yes. I did,” I assured her, and showed her my crusty penis.


“So I guess you aren’t in the mood to fuck now?” she asked
me.


“I just came,” I repeated.   She shrugged her shoulders.  We
both washed up and went to bed.


I decided that his was too thrilling not to repeat.  But I
didn’t want to spend any more time in the closet.  I told
Emily that from here on in we would foreplay on the bed in
front of the big window.  If we attracted someone, it would
be as a couple.  Emily was thrilled.  She loved groups.


When we got up the next morning, I went into the hotel, up
to the nineteenth floor and charted all the room numbers.  I
found 1944, and figured out all the rooms that were facing
my apartment.  And double checked on the other floors.


I returned to the apartment, and Emily and I charted out
every room number facing us.  Which would be the next
curtain to flutter?


Unfortunately, Emily’s schedule was so fully booked that I
had to wait a whole week for her next regular overnight
visit.  I was chomping at the reins.  I couldn’t wait to
play in front of the window and see what would happen.
Would we actually get a taker?  Would I be part of a three-
way?  My heart was pounding in my chest.  I jerked off every
night (with the drapes drawn, of course.)


The following week, after dinner we retired to the bedroom.
We both got undressed, and after lighting the room properly
and opening the drapes, we arranged ourselves on the bed,
and began to lick and squeeze.  The two of us were eying the
window, anxiously.


I licked her pussy.  She licked my cock.  I licked her tits.
She licked my balls.  We turned and we rolled.  We rolled
over each other.  First I was on top of her.  Then she was
on top of me.  She stretched out my prick for good
visibility.  She faced the window and spread her legs wide,
playing with her snatch, while I kneeled over her face and
fed my thick needle between her lips.


“I think I see something,” she said.


“Really?”


“Yes.  I’m sure.  The curtains in room……”She glanced over at
the room plan on the night table.  “Room 2042.  Yes. 2042.
They’re fluttering.  Yes. They’re definitely fluttering.
Someone’s standing peeking from the left side, and the
curtains are fluttering.”


We kissed each other deeply.  Then we broke our kiss and
Emily looked brazenly up at 2042 and smiled widely.  Then
she reached for the phone next to the bed and punched a
number.  “Shelton Hotel,” the hotel switchboard answered.  I
had my ear close to the receiver, eagerly listening.  We
were both giggling.


“Room 2042, please,” said Emily.


I heard them ringing the room. Then curtains stopped
fluttering.  Then someone picked up the phone.  A man.


“Hello,” he said, nervously.  I think he knew.


“Do you like what you see?” asked Emily in her sexiest
voice.


“I sure do,” said the voice.


“What’s your name, baby?” breathed Emily.


“Alex,” he answered.  “What’s yours?” He had come back to
the window with the phone in his hand, and pulled open the
curtains.  His room was still semi-dark, but we could see
his outline against the glass.


“Emily,” she said, and she waved.  “And this is Roy.”


I waved my hand in his direction.


“Turn on the light, so we can see each other,” Emily told
him.


“Hold on,” he said.  He moved away from the window, and some
lamps went on.  He returned and stood facing us, the phone
still in his hand.


Alex was very tall and thin. But strong looking.  From this
far away, he looked handsome with this deep-set eyes,
prominent cheekbones and firm chin.  The hand that wasn’t
holding the phone, was stroking his dick through his pants.
He hadn’t yet taken it out.  What fortitude.  But now, as he
held the phone in his left hand, he started undressing with
his right hand.  Emily kept spurring him on with “Oh, yes.
Oh, yes.”   Finally he stood there nude, caressing a large
hard-on.


“Where are you from, Alex?” asked Emily.


“Butte, Montana,” he said.


“What a long distance,” Emily exclaimed.  “What brought you
here?”


“A convention,” he explained.  “I’m one of the national
chairmen of the American Rodeo Association.”


“A cowpoke,” said Elaine to Alex, and she and I smiled at
each other.


“Yes, ma’am,” he assented.


“Well, cowpoke.  How would you like to come over here and
join us?”


“I’d like that real well,” said Alex.


She gave him the address and apartment number.  We watched
as he got dressed in front of the window.  Then he walked
away.  The light went out in the room.  We waited.  We were
giving him time to come down in the elevator.  To walk
through the elegant lobby.  To go out through the revolving
doors.  To cross the street.  To enter our building, and to
buzz.


Buzz.


“There’s Alex,” announced Emily.  She walked to the intercom
and put the earpiece to her ear.  “Alex?  Come on up,
honey.”  She buzzed him in.  We waited as he got into the
elevator, pushed 18, opened the elevator door when it
stopped on our floor, and walked down the carpeted hallway.
He rang.


Emily stood behind the door and let him in.  I went back and
lay on the bed, with my head on the pillows.  Emily brought
him in.


“Hello, Alex,” I greeted him, and extended my right arm.


“Hello, Roy.”  He reached out and we shook hands. The hand
hanging at his side wore the usual gold wedding ring.


“Make yourself comfortable, baby.  We’re all alone here,”
Elaine said.  As he stripped off his clothes, Emily started
sucking on my hard dick.  I was squeezing her tits.  When
Alex got down to his ‘manufactured in India’ polka-dot
boxers, I saw how tented out they were.  He was so turned on
by what Emily and I were doing to each other.


“Do you like what you see?” I asked him.


“Man.  I love what I see.”


“Well, climb on the bed and join in,” Emily encouraged him.


He spread the elastic waistband, and lowered his drawers.
His dick was long and thick.  Longer and thicker than Ted’s.
Longer and thicker than mine.  It was so engorged with blood
that it looked purple.  It looked angry.  It looked mean.


I admired his dark hairy chest and his firm male nipples.  I
admired his long, hairy, slender legs, his firm thighs, his
narrow waist, his tight muscled stomach, his perfectly-
molded asscheeks.  I was about to have sex with this man.  I
was ready.


He stepped onto the bed with his left knee.  He crawled over
to us, his rigid prick sticking out a lot of inches in front
of him.  Emily took her mouth off my penis, and turned.
Quickly her mouth engulfed his powerful engine.  He put his
left hand around her head.  I could see his wedding band
gleam in her blonde hair.


“Suck my cock, bitch.  Come on. Suck it.”


I could see that Alex got off on rough talk.


“Fuck my mouth, honey,” Emily instructed him, and pressed
her hands against his hairy buttocks.   I moved down on the
bed and got between Emily’s thighs. I started nibbling on
her sweet little button.


“Aaaagggghhhhhh,” she screamed and her lower body started
thrashing around, even as Alex was fucking her throat.  She
was now lying flat on the bed, and Alex was in push-position
over her mouth, and as he bent his arms, his long penis went
deeper and deeper into Emily’s gagging throat.


Since everybody was having a good time, we continued this
for over ten minutes.  Finally, my mouth was getting tired,
as I’m sure was Emily’s.  And no doubt, Alex must be tired.
He had done over 300 pushups.   We separated from each
other, and Alex fell back on the pillow.


“Roy, honey,” said Emily seductively.


“Yes?”


“Why don’t you go down on Alex?  Take his big cock into your
mouth and give him a nice blowjob?”


I thought about it for a minute.  “Really?” I asked her.


“Do it for me,” she said.


“Okay,” I agreed.   I crawled between Alex’s hairy thighs.
I put one hand on his thigh, and I grasped his heavy dick
with my other hand.  I moved it around and looked at it.  It
really did look mean.  Finally I opened my mouth and took it
inside.  At least I wasn’t flicking now.  My tongue had
gotten a little irritated with all the cunnilingus.
Cuntbeard induced lingual razorburn.


It was very interesting.  I sucked it.  I tasted it.  I took
my mouth off it.  I got it very wet.  I massaged it with my
hand. I put it back in my mouth.  I felt it fill my mouth.
It was hot.  I felt it pulse on my tongue.


“Suck my dick, faggot.  Suck my big dick,” he yelled at me
and forced my head down.


He was calling me faggot.  I wasn’t insulted.  I liked it.
I wanted to do what he said.  I moved my face down and
started tonguing his hairy nuts.   I started stroking myself
as I licked him.  He groaned and twisted.


“Yeah.  That’s it, queerboy.  Take ‘em in your hot mouth.
Suck my big balls.”


Who was I not to obey?  This was so fucking exciting.  My
heart was pounding.  I moved my mouth back onto his prong
and sucked it down my throat.  Emily, meanwhile, was playing
with her tits and pussy, getting off on it.  She was liking
what she was seeing.


Then Emily stretched out on the bed.  “Eat my pussy,” she
told Alex.  He moved down and began to tongue her.  I could
see right away he was not the tonguemaster I was.


Alex was kneeling between Emily’s legs, and I moved down on
the bed and continued to lave his dick and balls.  Then I
moved behind him, and began to lick  his balls from my new
position.  Then I began to lick the smooth flesh between his
hairy balls and his hairy assballoons.  He was spiraling his
waist around, enjoying my attentions.


“Fuck me,” Emily said.  He wasn’t that great in the tongue
department.  A fuck would be better.  She pulled him over
her, and grabbed his angry purple dick.  She eased it into
her hole.   “AAAARRGGGG,” she screamed joyously as it
slipped into her.  She raised her waist up to him, and their
pubic hair was braiding together.


Slap. Slap. Slap.  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.  I kept licking his
balls, as he fucked her.  I kept licking the smooth flesh
below his balls.  Suddenly a crazy desire overcame me.  I
moved my tongue higher.  Up between his fleshy cheeks.  The
tip of my tongue sought out his locked pucker.  I licked.
And I licked. I stuck out my tongue.  Flick. Flick. Flick.


“Oh, God,” he screamed.  “Eat my ass.  Eat my asshole,
faggot.  That feels so good.  So fucking good.  Oh, yes.
What a great little faggot you are.”


I felt flattered to get a compliment like that on my first
endeavor.


“I want Roy to eat me now,” said Emily.  She was stage-
directing the whole scene.  She had taken total control.  It
didn’t occur to either Alex or me not to obey her.


I knelt down between her thighs and went full speed ahead.
I knew she wanted to come.  I could do that for her.


Now Alex got behind me.  He was kneeling behind my asshole.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his face descending?  Was
he going to lick my asshole?
I couldn’t believe it.   No.  He wasn’t.  He was separating
my cheeks and spitting onto my hole.  He was spitting into
his hand.  Five or six times.  Now he was crawling up, and I
felt his angry purple knob touching my own virgin pucker.


He was going to fuck me.  Emily had my head in her hands
against her pussy, and I didn’t even have time to react,
before I felt the hot head of his dick slowly separating my
asswalls.  It was going in.  His dick was going into my ass.


“Take that dick, faggot,” he ordered.


“MMMMFFFFF,” I answered.


You won’t believe this, but it actually felt great.   I felt
stuffed.  Stuffed and complete, like the other half of my
soul had finally joined the first half.


I started humming in ecstasy, and my vibrating lips were
surrounding Emily’s little clit and just sending her up the
wall.


“Oh, yes.  Yes, Roy, baby.  Hum that tune for me.  My pussy
loves that tune.”  She was screaming and thrashing around
more than I’ve ever seen her.


“Oh, my god.  What a hot faggot asshole.  So hot.  So tight.
Squeeze my dick, faggot.  Squeeze my big dick with your
pussy.”  That was Alex, of course.


Emily wasn’t so special anymore.  She wasn’t the only one
here with a pussy.  My pussy clamped down on his pillaging
blunt-ended sword.


“AAAAGGGHHH.”  Now he was screaming too.  He was screaming.
She was screaming.  I was humming.


“I’m coming,” screamed Emily, and her legs started to jiggle
and vibrate.  Her arms were flailing around and she was
gasping for breath.


“I’m coming,” screamed Alex, and began smashing his hips
against my ass at NASCAR speed.


I felt his dangling hairy balls swinging wildly between my
thighs.  They were both coming.  I needed to come.  I
grabbed my dick and wildly started to pull on it.  In two
pulls, my cum gushed out in waves all over the sheet.  I was
that excited.


We all collapsed on the pillows, side by side.  I was in the
middle.  Lucky Pierre. We rested a few minutes, saying
nothing.   Then Alex stretched across my chest and kissed
Emily on the mouth.  I could feel his ribs against my own.
Then he lifted up slightly and I thought he was just going
to lie back down, but no.  Suddenly, he crawled on top of me
and thrust his tongue into my mouth.


“You’re the best faggot I ever had,” he told me.


“Thank you,” I said. What kind words.  I was grateful.  I
dug my tongue into his mouth and we kissed for a few
minutes.


“I suppose I’d better be getting back.  I’ve got to get up
early for my meeting.”


Emily and I watched as he pulled on his polka-dotted boxers.
The long floppy appendage disappeared behind the cotton.  We
hated to see it go.  He put on the rest of his clothing and
we walked him to the door and locked it behind him.


“Well?” Emily asked.  “How was it?”


“It was great,” I answered enthusiastically.  “When can we
do it again?”


“Next week when I come over, she told me.”  I could hardly
wait.


In the next few months we had over a dozen visitors.  All
handsome young family men from distant small towns.  All
delighted to have stumbled on the forbidden thrills of the
big naughty city.


I fucked, I got fucked.  I sucked. I got sucked. Emily
sucked.  Emily got fucked. Emily received many oralsex
orgasms.  We had a good thing going.  When it had been just
the two of us, we had settled into a comfortable routine.
But now every time was an adventure.  We never knew whom we
were going to entice.  Suppose it were someone unattractive?
Suppose it were someone very very old?  It never was.  We
did hope that one night we might attract a couple, but that
never happened.  I guess a couple is in bed fucking, not
looking out the window.


Emily’s annual vacation was approaching.  She was going to
visit her sister in California.  For two months.  I eyed the
calendar with dread.  What would I do without my Emily?  I
would be all alone.  No sex.  No excitement.  No adventure.
I realized that I had gotten hooked on all of this.  I loved
tantalizing voyeurs.  How would I ever live through Emily’s
vacation?


After Emily departed, I slept with the drapes drawn.  I
slept badly. A thought occurred to me.  I knew it was
ridiculous, but why not?  One day I did the unthinkable.  I
went into a sex shop.


That night, I came up and got undressed.  I opened the
drapes and stared up as far as I could see.  Between my
apartment and the hotel, if you looked straight up, you
could almost see the stars.  I climbed on my bed and faced
my picture window.   I took out the dildo I had bought that
morning.  I opened a tube of lubricant.   I worked that
thing into my ass.  Then I withdrew it.  Then I worked it in
and out.  All the time, I was staring at the windows across
the street.


Just because Emily wasn’t here, that didn’t mean that I
couldn’t do a performance.   This was performance art, and I
was now a performance artist, I reasoned.  Maybe I wouldn’t
be getting an artist’s grant from the National Council on
the Arts, but I could still perform.  Perhaps somewhere in
this great world, maybe even across the street, I would find
an audience.


I licked my lips and made inviting faces as I looked into
all those windows.  I rolled over onto my belly and stuck a
pillow under my middle.  My ass was now raised up.  I
reinserted the dildo and started slowly moving it in and
out, in and out.  Did a curtain just move in 2138.  I could
swear that it had.  Yes.  It was fluttering rhythmically.
As if someone were jerking off.  Jerking off, watching the
flesh-colored, penis-shaped, plastic dildo moving in and out
of my wanting hole.


I was so excited, I started stroking my cock, but they
couldn’t see that.  I was lying face down.  I was so excited
I could have shot off then and there, but I didn’t.  I
wanted to see how far I could take this.  I turned my head
and looked straight up at room 2138.  I smiled.  I started
to hunch my ass, fucking my pillow.  All the time I was
smiling up at room 2138.  I had an audience.  This was so
great.


Now was the big test.  I reached over to the night table and
got the phone.  I pressed out the hotel’s number.  When the
operator answered, and said “Shelton Hotel, I said, “Room
2138, please.”  It rang.


The curtain stopped moving.  Someone was picking up the
phone.  “Hello,” he said.  It sounded like a young guy.
Another suburban husband, no doubt.


“Hi,” I said in a low sexy voice.  “Do you like what you
see?”