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Room Service
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Sometimes it's just a case of being in the right suite
at the right time. (Mf, ped)
***
The most bizarre stream of occurrences have dogged my
life ever since I was born in London after my mother's
water broke in Wales. I never looked back. Following
major bus, bike, ship and plane mishaps, being placed
under armed guard by Russian soldiers, trapped in an
elevator in Japan with the Indian Prime Minister,
arrested in LA on suspicion of burglary in San
Francisco, two days before I ever went there, things
only got worse.
En-route to Vancouver I ended up in Australia by
mistake, got called-up for Vietnam, had two cars
written-off within 20 minutes of each other, one by the
Australian Prime Minister. Blown half-way across Park
Lane by a terrorist bomb, accused of rape by a
seventeen year old female student in payback for saying
"no thanks."
Like I said, not your average life by a long shot.
Still, to experience diversions such as this little
tale, it was all worth it!
Now, it hasn't all been bad news. For some reason I
have been blessed with an abundance of sexual
opportunity all my life... from ten upwards (hey,
that's another story now I think of it) I figure God
kinda had the inclination to balance things up
somewhere down the line.
In the late eighties, early to mid nineties, I was the
marketing manager of the Australian-based branch of a
Canadian conglomerate. Part of my job spec, being
closeted up in Sydney NSW, was a bi-monthly State
Managers' meeting held in Melbourne. I always stayed in
the same hotel - best remaining un-named I imagine.
Suffice to say it is probably the city's premier stop-
over for travellers on limitless and seriously abused
company expense-accounts. Damn, I miss that mini-bar!
Well, after another day's explaining why we hadn't made
budget and why we would never make budget, until the
company actually spent the advertising dollars asked
for, I returned to the Hotel for a relaxing evening.
Come 7.30ish, a knock at the door. Opening it, I was
confronted by one enormous leather-clad dude who would
have had no problems bench-pressing Hulk Hogan.
"This room 484?" he grunted.
Turning to glance at those very numbers emblazoned
across the top of my door, I replied "Lucky guess."
"Well, here she is," he continued, ushering this cutest
of cute little babes from behind his back. She barely
reached his six-pack and looked about fourteen.
"Very nice," I said. "What's the catch? Compliments of
the house?"
"Ordered and paid for," he continued. "I'll pick her up
in the morning around 8 pm." With that he lumbered off
towards the elevator. I had been waiting for him to say
"Ah'll be buck."
Dragged her inside before anyone saw her standing
outside my door and called Crime-Stoppers' paedophile
division.
"Er, hello," I said. "There's an explanation for this I
take it?"
She had on a full-length coat, I just hoped something
was on under it.
"The guy from room 484 here, called and made a
booking," she answered. Very well spoken and altogether
very, very charming. You'd never have picked her for an
escort, ninth grade cheerleader maybe.
"You paid for me," she added almost wistfully, "Don't
you remember?"
"Hmmm, well now you mention it," I said, figuring it
wasn't my fault if they had problems with their
answering service, "I might have. It's been a hell of a
day you know. Just refresh my memory...what did it cost
me?...for the night, I mean"
"Fifteen hundred," she replied, like that was a budget-
priced evening.
"Look, I gotta be honest," I said, "I didn't call your
agency, I can't shaft some poor schmuck out of his
$1,500 dollar investment. You'd better call T2 back and
sort this out."
The girl looked totally confused but pulled out her
cell and rang back to base. I sat on the bed wondering
what the hell was under that coat and wishing I wasn't
so fucking honest.
After some animated discourse she put the phone down
and sat in the chair near the TV. Don't ask me why, but
I knew she'd be staying.
"The boss said the booking was made from this room in
this hotel and as far as he's concerned, I stay here
till the morning." She continued, "If the other guy got
the wrong room number that's his bad luck. The boss
doesn't give refunds."
I could see why he wouldn't, also the impracticality of
the client calling the Police.
"You've been defrauded you say sir? Now how old was she
again? I see, now perhaps if you'd just first step this
way Sir, we have some handcuffs we'd like you to try
on."
Whatever, I liked that company's code of ethics, not to
mention their sound business practises. Kind of neat
too that the dummy who made the booking was most likely
only a couple of doors away on my floor and was
probably mooching up and down the hallway looking for a
special delivery you sure as hell would never get from
Fed-Ex.
"So how old are you sweetie?" I asked.
Her reply of "Seventeen," had me choking on my cracker
and french-onion dip.
"Yeah, and I'm twenty six," I countered.
I looked at her closely. Thirteen may have been nearer
the mark, that is until she showed me her id. Drivers'
license and her health card - you can't get either here
till you're seventeen. I couldn't believe it, she
looked a fair bit younger than my fifteen-year old
daughter Jenna. From the license I had learned also
that her name was Susie. I asked her if she would like
to take her coat off, the climate control being on the
warm side that night. She looked a little bothered but
stood up to remove it.
"Look I can explain this," she said, standing there now
in the shortest school outfit you ever saw.
Immaculately pressed white blouse and tie, micro mini
skirt, white socks and black shoes with sexy little
straps. The whole enchilada.
"Let me guess," I said, "You dress to order?"
"Yes," she replied. "Because I look younger, they make
me go to all the guys who call and want 14 or 15 year
old girls.
"You must be a real busy girl then Susie," I said to
her. "No one would question your age either would
they?" She shook her pretty head. "And presumably, Mr.
Somewhere-out-there-in-the-hallway was expecting a
fourteen year old schoolgirl tonight?" She nodded.
My mind was racing ahead of itself thinking of all the
things you could order beside a schoolgirl. Young Roman
girl, trainee nurse, little daughter, bikini-clad
teenager, cute thirteen year-old in pigtails, teen-
slut, Girl Guide, young salesgirl. My God, she could
and probably had played them all.
I asked her if she would like a drink and she asked if
she could have an iced brandy, lime and soda. Whoa! A
girl with a discerning palate. Fortunately, I had the
necessary ingredients and I made it on automatic whilst
my mind was totally engrossed on all her ingredients. I
stacked up a JD and ice for myself. Sitting there on
the bed, watching her sipping her drink in the chair
had one outright benefit - I could see her white
panties. You couldn't sit down in that skirt and NOT
put them on display. I wasn't complaining.
"You really are very pretty Susie," I volunteered,
trying to justify my downward glances.
"Thank you," she said, crossing her legs. Strike One!
"Would you like to watch TV?" I asked?
"You mean a porn channel?" she said..
"No Susie, not a porn channel," I replied, kicking
myself mentally for such a golden opportunity lost,
"Just a movie or something?"
"You're funny," she said. "Most men just want to
undress me and do it. You're not gay are you. You don't
look it?"
"No Susie, I'm very far from gay," I replied, my
manhood under rare siege, "Desperate to get that hot
little skirt off maybe, but not gay," I added.
We chatted for a while. She told me she had been doing
this for a year almost. Still at school herself, her
parents didn't know by virtue of the fact she had
sleepover girlfriends to "cover" for her when she was
"sleeping over" elsewhere. She had gotten the job
apparently by responding to an obviously
misrepresentative part-time job offer - she mentioned
she was "saving for a car." Even allowing for the
agency's probable 70-30 cut, I'd say they'd have been
delivering that Ferrari any day.
I asked her if she had ever had problems with over-
anxious or even straight-out kinky clients? She said
no, that T2 or one of his minder-buddies was on hand
24/7.
Imagine Cameron Diaz when she was sixteen and you
pretty much have the full picture, well, after you
factor-in the uniform.
I asked her if she really had watched porn channels
with clients. She said she did sometimes - so, feeling
a tad naughty I had her come sit beside me and we fired
one up.
Let me say I am not personally a hot fan of video porn,
it's about as sexy as washing-up usually. Synthetic
blonde bimbos in completely sterile and unrealistic
settings rutting away in so clinical a fashion, one
could be forgiven for thinking this was a first year
med-student's training film. Having said that however,
what IS hot is watching a girl being fucked on-screen
with a "fourteen-year old" schoolgirl sitting beside
you on the bed.
Observing the on-screen action, Susie lay face down
beside me on the bed...her shoes off, with those cute
little socks still on. She looked for all the world
just a little girl watching television with her dad.
How sexy was that bottom? I put my hand on it and just
patted her there a couple of times. She turned around
smiling.
"I love my bottom being rubbed." She whispered.
"What a coincidence," I told her, "I love rubbing hot
young girls' bottoms too."
She wriggled and just got to her knees on all fours,
presenting her little tushy in all its glory,
especially In that skirt with pretty much half her
panties exposed too. The action on screen was hotting
up also. A second guy had walked in and the girl was in
much the same position as Susie, only nude and with one
cock already in her. I began fondling her bottom
professionally.
Susie was murmuring and quite obviously as aroused as
me. Seeing her in so submissive a pose was doing
wonders for my own anatomy and having been in the
shower only moments before T2 knocked, I was just in a
bath-robe. Couldn't have worked out better!
I reached under and lightly rubbed her breasts as they
stretched out her little blouse admirably at that
angle. She moaned as I discovered how beautifully
designed she was. Adding to the illusion of an early
teen, she had small wonderfully shaped breasts which I
find totally appealing and supremely arousing to
fondle. I knelt facing her side-on now. One hand
rubbing her bottom, the other groping her. My erection
had reached red-line fever.
"You can pull my panties down if you like?" she
offered, still watching the girl on screen negotiating
a second appendage in a very naughty location. I got
behind her and taking hold of her knickers, pulled them
slowly down. Whether for effect or simply on auto-
response, she gasped as I exposed her bottom.
More shapely rear ends they don't make and at the angle
she was, legs well apart, her delightfully shaped pussy
was clearly exposed to my gaze. Trimmed but not shaved,
she had heaps of little tight curls standing guard
around the inner sanctum. Other things were fully
exposed too... but that aspect was getting an adequate
coverage on the small screen, I didn't need dwell on
it.
Continuing to kiss both cheeks, she wiggled her bum in
total pleasure, it was all I could do to maintain
control. I turned my attention to her socks and
slipping her right one off I noticed she even had
exquisitely formed feet - cutest little toes. I removed
the other one slowly and began to massage both feet as
she knelt there. This brought her to another level of
arousal and she begged me to kiss them.
"Wow, who's the kinky one here?" I was thinking.
Never having had a foot fetish that I was aware of at
least, after I kissed first one, then the other I was a
convert. So delicately formed was she all over, I began
kissing her ankles, lower legs and inner thighs.
Interspersed with this extremely erotic behaviour on my
part, I cast many a glance at the on-screen antics of
the copulating threesome and I suddenly found myself
wanting to see Susie raped on this very bed... ahead of
both of us fucking her in the manner I'd just been
watching. Can you blame me?
"Compliant?" yeah, that's a good word for Susie. She
may only have been seventeen, but she was a certainly a
girl at ease with her own sexuality. Lucky me! Having
run the gamut of kissing her lower extremities, I had
her sit cross legged on the bed legs apart, which only
served I think to arouse both of us further. She then
proceeded quite without any request on my part, to
remove her tie and slowly undo the buttons of her
blouse. You have no idea how erotic this was.
It wasn't what she was doing, even any overt sexual
manner in which she did it. It was just her and insane
as it might sound now, for all the reality of the
situation - her being a call-girl whichever way you
look at it, I was falling in love with her and I wanted
her more on that basis than anything else.
Sitting there just seconds later in simply her soft and
frilly little white bra (schoolgirls don't wear bright
red front-loading push-ups) she was the image of desire
incarnate. I must have sat there for at least a minute
just taking it in. She held my gaze and slowly, oh, so
slowly, pulled both straps down her arms, revealing the
soft and delicate curves of her small breasts. It was
to be more than a decade before I saw anything as
naturally beautiful again and readers of another story
of mine, will understand I think, my meaning here.
Her breasts bore the hottest semi-erect and finely
sculptured golden brown nipples and even at a few feet
away, her beautiful slit glistened. I pulled her to me
and kissed her and with that kiss I know I touched her
emotionally. I lowered her to the bed, raised her arms
above her head and drew down strongly on her right
nipple.
I felt her nerve endings complete that split-second
journey from breast to pussy and as she moaned quietly
I kissed her neck just beneath the hairline and gently
rubbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her
small hand separated the lower folds of my robe and I
felt the coolest of little fingers take a hold of my
erection. My turn to gasp!
For a while we just maintained that wonderful position,
me kissing her breasts, her lips, her pretty ears,
while she applied her own magic to my shaft. I could
have allowed myself the luxury of orgasm, but this
wasn't the time, not by a long shot.
"I love the way you kiss me," she whispered, as I
looked down at her delicate shoulders, remarkably curvy
waist, slim hips tapering to as perfect a little
triangle of invitation as God has managed thus far.
Foregoing the pleasure temporarily that her hand had
been affording me, I spread her legs, positioned myself
between them and kissed her just above that triangle.
She momentarily shook and made a couple of little-girl
noises, these however paled into insignificance
compared to her reaction when I kissed her pussy.
Wriggling, her hands automatically retracted to her
vaginal area. Spreading her more, I caught a momentary
flash of pinkish temptation. I licked her the entire
length of her slit and she just shook and held on to
me. Isolating the hood of her clitoris I continued to
lick her with increasing pressure and depth until she
just couldn't keep still and was moaning in extremis.
Slobbering over a girl's pussy is one thing. Gentle and
passionate devotion to your craft is another. My own
enjoyment of this moment was inextricably tied to
Susie's pleasure - the two things have always gone hand
in hand. I felt her whole body cross the line from
pleasure to urgency and I began to not only lick her in
earnest but to nuzzle her and to hold her hand.
More passes from hand to hand than you might realise,
it is the sexual earthwire. She was gasping and right
on the edge now, eyes closed and needing but one more
lick to let go and be taken where she wanted to be led.
I held off, but barely a moment, just long enough for
her to gain that last impetus. I then licked her the
length of her beautiful pussy and at the same time
pushed two fingers deep inside her.
She didn't scream as such, but she cried out as she was
gripped by one almighty orgasm. She just clung to me as
it washed over her. It washed over my fingers as well,
that girl knew how to come, let me tell you. As are
most girls affected... seconds after a really
fulfilling orgasm, the pussy and nipples become so
sensitive they can barely stand to be touched.
If one is so inclined to be forceful, the fresh
stimulus frequently prolongs the orgasm but it is often
just to much of an emotional overload. That night I
just lay beside her and held her. So intent had I been
on getting her over the line, my own erection had
subsided, not that this was any problem in the longer
term you understand.
The glow a girl has after orgasm is a beautiful thing
to witness. Seeing the effect of what you have wrought
is most satisfying and I don't mean that in any
condescending or boastful way. The nearest analogy I
can think to make is that there is more pleasure I
believe, in giving a present than receiving one.
Enough of the sermonising. Now lets get real... hot as
all that was at that moment, that left me wanting to
fuck her every which way loose. Her pleasure became my
desperation. To her credit, Susie recovered pretty
quickly and whether selflessly dedicated to getting me
up there on the highway to happiness too, or she just
plain wanted dessert, she got herself up on all fours
center bed.....I didn't need an instruction manual.
Might have been a coincidental case of good timing, but
just as I moved behind her hot little bum our friends
on the small screen were now joined by a fourth and
quite pretty girl. Watching them undress her, and the
older girl beginning to fondle and suck her breasts was
highly arousing having Susie there. I rather think it
was giving her thermostat a work-out too.
I heard her say "Gosh" as we both watched one of the
men pushed her back against the bed-head and force his
cock in her. With Susie's bottom clearly set to maximum
elevation, I just pulled out my newly come-by erection
and pushed hard into her.
She let out a distinctly plaintive, "Ohhhhh," which
only made me hotter. The girl on screen might have been
getting banged but Susie was getting fucked six ways
from Sunday. Leaning into her I reached under and began
rubbing her breasts - not that gently either - this was
"Fast Times at Ridgemont High."
She was breathing as heavily as me and simply a female
"on heat" now. This was no time for a cultural learning
curve, I simply had to fill that hot little pussy.
Gripping her bottom, I remember asking her insanely if
she liked me fucking her like that.
Her reply of "fuck me harder" certainly had the desired
effect. Just having such a beautiful young girl in that
position was heaven before you die and to hell with the
porn flick, I don't think even she was watching it
either. I followed her instruction to a "t" and was
just pumping into her way out of control - just how she
wanted it. There is that moment, just nano-seconds
before the end, that you can feel the full submissive
aspect of the female, her readiness to accept what you
are about to give her and something else quite
intangible.
I'm not sure whether it is love, male domination, some
procreative "completion" or just plain lust, but at
that second of ejaculation and feeling your seed fill
her, something that existed in pre-history comes to the
surface momentarily. You clutch her to you and all that
drives you is a blind desire to impregnate her. Then,
like the memories of babyhood, it all recedes back to
that secret place and you are left with the knowledge
that you have simply completed that which you had to
do.
All I was thinking right then, was what just took place
in that room, would have been a bargain at fifteen
thousand dollars. Another man might have just thought
"great fuck," and rung down for a cold beer and a
sandwich.
Susie was expended and trembling. Her lovely dark brown
hair was damp at the edges and beads of sweat had
broken out on her hips and shoulders. My legs felt like
they had just taken gold in the 100 metre hurdles at
Athens. I held her close, kissed her lips and thanked
her for what was an immeasurably fulfilling experience.
I asked her if she would like to take a shower. She
nodded and sliding off the coverlet walked, not all
that steadily, to the bathroom. That in itself was a
vision of arousal, believe me.
I heard the water running seconds later and was
counting the minutes till I could luxuriate myself
beneath the recuperative cascade. Lost in happy
contemplation of the previous half hour or so, I wasn't
expecting a young female voice to call out "Would you
like to come in with me?"
I would have gotten in there somehow paralysed from the
ear-lobes down. If there is one word best describes
Susie naked inside that shower cubicle I think its
"Yummy!" There is nothing sexier than a girl in wet
hair. Unclothed additionally, not to mention being a
schoolgirl is just icing on the cake and God I love
iced cakes!
Somewhat shy at having less than a luxuriant thatch of
dark hair left, not that I was bald by a long stretch
of the imagination, merely receding a little on top.
(these days the tide IS on the way out), it didn't seem
to bother her at all. Mind you, I doubt Sean Connery
has to bail-up decrepit old whores in the backstreets
of So-Ho or Greenwich Village when he's feeling a tad
uppity.
I think the soles of her pretty feet were the only
things I didn't get to soap-up. She loved having her
breasts washed...almost as much as being pushed up
against the glass and having them sucked. I soaped-up
her cute little bottom multiple times and had her suck
me stupid kneeling on the floor of the shower while I
watched the water run down her face and breasts in
fascinating rivulets. She was so lovely!
Impossible to pass up the opportunity and I didn't.
Holding her up beneath her bottom and was she light? I
fucked her hard up against the tiles, kissing her on
the lips and telling her how hot she was making me. If
only because I was lower on fuel now, I came marginally
less but that was compensated for by the orgasm
itself...every bit as intense as the previous one. She
experienced her third at the same moment. The night was
already way ahead of taking out the top prize in WHO
WANTS TO BE A MILLIONNAIRE.
It was around 9pm at this stage. Emerging from the
shower we both put on bath robes. I had her put her
panties back on, just so's I could take them off again
later that night... hopefully when she was asleep. I'm
a wicked man! I called down for a nightcap and a few
sandwiches. Some twenty minutes later, a knock at the
door.
The tray was brought in by a shy-ish quite good-looking
young guy. Susie's eyes betrayed her thinking. I leant
across and whispered to her "Let's have some fun!" She
was lying on her tummy on the bed, I was seated on the
edge.
"Thanks," I said, "Could you just put it down there by
the TV please." He glanced at Susie and walked over and
handed me the chit to sign. I did so and passed it
back... he was still looking across at Susie.
"Oh, by the way," I added, lowering my voice and
indicating he should come closer, which he did. "Look,
we have a bit of a sensitive situation here. My
daughter feels like her period is going to start maybe
tonight," I glanced across at her, "Do you guys keep
any pads on hand for emergencies like this?" I've seen
lottery winners look less stunned!
"Um, No sir," he replied, flushed a deepening shade of
red. "Not that I know of anyway. There IS an all-night
chemist not far from here though. Would you like me to
get the address?"
"Well to be honest," I said to him. "I've just taken
medication and I'm supposed not to walk about for an
hour or so. Susie is only 14...I can hardly ask her to
go can I? and anyway an under-age schoolgirl walking
round a city alone late at night? I don't think so."
He looked trapped.
"Tell you what," I said, "If I give you an extra fifty,
would you go and get something for her? I would be most
grateful .and so would Susie."
"Well," he stammered, "Look, I'm off-duty in an hour,
what if I go then?"
I handed over the money, plus the fifty. "No wings," I
called out to him.
At around 10.45 a very soft knock at the door. It was
Matt, champion of menstrual maidens in distress.
"I managed to get these," he said breathlessly,
dropping a packet into my hand. I opened it.
"Tampons?!" I feigned shock-horror. "She's never used
Tampons. Only pads." He looked dismayed if not
distraught.
"It's all they had!" he stammered.
I let him stew for a moment, then said, "Listen don't
stand out there in the hallway, come in for a moment."
He stepped into the room. Susie was reclining on the
bed in her robe looking pretty as all hell.
I had him come over to the far table. "Look Matt,
what's she going to do with these? I whispered to him.
"She has no idea how to use them."
"But they're simple to put in," he replied. "My little
sis uses them all the time."
I looked at him. "Does she now?" I said, "Then maybe
you could show Susie?"
"WHAT?" he said, looking aghast. "You want me to show
your daughter?"
"Well I can't can I?" I told him, "I'm her dad. Besides
I have no idea what you do with the fucking things. You
could take them with a hot glass of milk for all I
know. "
He looked like he was on death row. "Are you serious?
You want me to put it in for her?"
"I trust you son," I said, "Just remember she's just
fourteen and pretty small down there if you know what I
mean. Let me just explain it all to her, hold on a
sec."
Giving him no time to answer, I walked across to Susie
and apologised for my restricted knowledge of feminine
hygiene, adding that Matt was going to show her how to
use one of these things properly."
Turning to Matt I said, "She's all yours son." I
switched on a recent movie and sat down, my back to
them. I heard him walk over to the bed. Some soft
chatting and not a little giggling elapsed, then he was
back at my chair.
"Er, your daughter has panties on."
I turned and looked up at him. "Yeah you find that a
lot, girls do tend to wear panties. What's the
problem?"
"Well," he stuttered, "How do I show her just how to
put one in with them on?"
"Well you have two choices by the sound of it son.
Either you take them off or she takes them off... does
it really matter?"
"I c-couldn't do that," he stammered, the very image of
rampant chivalry.
I got up, walked over to Susie, pulled her lower robe
aside, grabbed her knickers by the waist-band and
tugged them down to her ankles. "Problem solved," I
said, "think you can get them off the rest of the way?"
The kid was looking at me like I was borderline
committable. I knew though that the balance of his
thought-processes had to be somewhere between the
girl's feet and her navel. I had a pretty good idea
where too!
I sat back in the chair and continued with the movie.
"Runaway Train" from memory.
A fresh crop of giggling made me turn round. Susie was
lying propped up on her arms, her legs apart, while
Matt, having unwrapped a tampon was actually trying to
put it in her. I hit the remote, this was way better
than the movie.
The lad was blushing insanely and must have been
sporting a world-class erection as he fiddled with her
pussy. It was doing incredibly good things for my own
procreative equipment too, just on the side. I noticed
also that he glanced more than once at her school stuff
lying near her on the bed. One would have gotten you
ten he was seeing himself do this to her with it on, I
sure was! He kept saying to Susie "I'm sorry Miss, is
that hurting?" More giggling by way of reply would
suggest it wasn't.
"How's it going?" I asked.
He half-turned. "I-I... did it for her," he managed.
Glancing at Susie, just the sight of her lying there
all schoolgirl innocent with that little string
protruding from her pussy was just sooo damn hot.
"OK well, better take it out son, she hasn't started
yet." I told him.
Gingerly he leant forward and pulled the string gently.
Susie gasped and wriggled perceptibly as he withdrew
the tampon. She leant forward and said something to
him. He looked at me horrified.
"Now what's the problem?" I asked him.
"She said that felt nice, she wants me to do it again."
I was silent for a moment, then I replied.
"Look son, she's fourteen now as I said, It's probably
time she learned a thing or two about sex. Gonna happen
sometime. You two want me to go down to the bar for a
spell while you have a bit of fun together?
Susie giggled, "Dad!!!!"
Matt just stared at me - temporarily unhinged I think.
Torn I imagine, between company policy, common sense
and raging lust, he just stood there open-mouthed.
OK, I said I'll leave you kids to it for a while...
have fun!" I walked out without a backward glance,
taking the key with me.
The half an hour or so I spent in the all-night bar was
the longest thirty minutes of my life. Had he literally
jumped on her and fucked her senseless when I left, or
had he turned into Jelly-man, quaking with fear of
being caught with an underage girl? My guess was
neither.
I figured he must have wanted her bad ever since he saw
her knickers down around her ankles but was essentially
the mega-shy type - a door-opening, handkerchief-
retrieving Mr. Nice Guy. She probably raped him! Either
way, I had to get back there... and quick!
Quietly opening the door to my suite, I couldn't see
them. But I could hear plenty. A girl's voice making
hot little noises and the sound of some frenetic
activity just the other side of the bed.
Whether they fell off the bed or had built a "nest" on
the floor, Susie was lying face down on the coverlet,
fully naked and legs way apart while Matt was kneeling
behind her equally naked, and just fucking the hell out
of her. Forget Mr Nice Guy! They hadn't even heard me
come in.
It was all I could do to stave off an instant orgasm. I
just stared as he obviously came big time in her. God
knows what the score was at that stage.
"So, you seem to have gotten that Tampon thing sorted
out OK?" I announced.
Matt spun around, covering his interesting bits with
his hands. (not that I was interested I hasten to add!)
Susie wriggled on to her back and half wrapped herself
in the coverlet.
"OMG dad, I didn't hear you come back." She gasped
breathlessly.
I tossed her the robe, Matt got his underpants back on.
I patted the bed beside me and had Susie sit her cute
little ass right down there. I looked at them both.
"I have to tell you guys," I couldn't avoid the grin,
"That was one hot little session, found it a tad
arousing myself." I leaned across and kissed Susie on
the lips. I caught Matt's shocked expression.
"It's OK son," I reassured him, "Susie and I have had
the odd naughty moment, nothing to worry about." He was
about to speak.
"Don't look at me like that kid, just "naughty" not
full-scale naughty, if you know what I mean?"
"You mean you t-touch her sometimes?" he asked
incredulously.
"Sure," I said, "That's why I knew she was ready to go
the whole nine yards as it were. Aren't you glad she
was?"
"I guess," he answered.
""Well sweetie," I turned to Susie. "Was it fun, you
feel OK?'
She blushed surprisingly, then looking incredibly cute
she said, "It didn't hurt at all. Wish you'd do it to
me dad!"
"Whoa!" I said. Then turning to Matt, "See what you've
done? you've given her a taste for it now. S'pose I
can't leave a young girl desperate for affection, even
if she is my daughter."
I laid her back and pulled the robe aside. She moved to
cover her beautiful breasts but I caught her arms, bent
down and kissed her right on her nipple. I felt the
tremor.
"What? You're going to have sex with your own
daughter?" I heard Matt asking, his voice at breaking
point.
"Well, why not son? You just did. I think its my turn!'
"B-but you're her father... surely you're not going
to..."
I cut him off. "Listen, she WANTS me to - you just
heard her say it." I had an authoritative edge in my
voice. "Now why not make yourself useful and come up
here and hold her arms for me - give her a bit of
support as it were."
Stunned into silence he climbed on the bed, still in
his underpants and still with a considerable erection I
noticed.
Something about seeing her lying there on her back like
that, with her arms held above her head, albeit
lightly, struck a chord of major eroticism in me...soft
rape almost. I knew Susie felt it too from her
increased respiratory rate. Spreading her legs, I saw
Matt staring like a madman... can you be surprised? Her
firm breasts with her now very erect nipples were no
more than a suck away for him.
I extricated my own erection and kneeling between her
legs, pushed gently in to her. Her pussy was not only
wet, but awash with cum...I watched it seep out of her
as I pushed further in. Susie gasped, Matt's heartbeat
became audible and I knew I would never be topping the
events of this night again for quite a pretty decade.
Susie just gave herself over to it. Closing her eyes
she just gasped as I pushed in really deeply and began
to rub her pussy just above the entrance. Matt was
staring at my cock inside her and I indicated to him
her breasts. Still holding her arms, he leant forward
and began sucking her right nipple. I began fondling
her left one.
She was so consumed by what we were doing to her she
just kept murmuring and wriggling her hips in pleasure.
I could not hold back and simply filled her once again.
Matt was so taken up with her breasts he didn't even
notice me cum.
An unspoken exchange of glances a short time later and
Matt needed little prompting to take my place. Susie
just opened her eyes dreamily, drew her knees up as I
took hold of her arms and kissed her on the lips. I was
still kissing her and tasting her sweetness when Matt
began to seriously fuck her. Draping her legs over his
shoulders (obviously no amateur - I had HIM pegged
wrong) he upped the tempo and was just running on pure
lust at that stage. Her small body was really being
driven hard but Oh, how she loved it. When you hear a
young girl begging out loud "fuck me , fuck me," you're
definitely in top gear.
He came hard. Just how much he actually had left to
shoot up her might be in question but we weren't done
yet.
We got her up on all fours, little beads of sweat
forming on her breasts, her hair damp around the edges,
and her bum at maximum elevation. She was hot-wired. I
lay beneath her and she lowered her pussy on to my
erection, almost hissing with desire as I pushed up
into her. Her nipples were incredibly erect and just
inches from my face needing to be sucked.
Matt got up close and personal behind her and I knew
what kinda view he must have and what temptation
Susie's second point of entry must be. I saw his hands
up beneath her legs and doubtless about to make
excellent use of all that cum and natural lubricant
seeping out of her. She looked at me as he began quite
obviously pushing his finger right up her ass.
Far from being hesitant, she pushed back on to his
finger. I kissed her hard. Matt was at ground zero
while I watched her pretty face as she groaned - half
with pleasure, half with discomfort. Obviously he was
starting to get it in her. From what I had seen, his
erection was not huge, nor his member especially thick,
which would have been a mitigating factor in his being
able to get in her as easily as he did.
Susie's eyes were glazing over with lust herself as
Matt reached full penetration. We began to set up a
rhythm of sorts, both obviously well able to feel the
other cock in her. All Susie wanted was to be fucked
and she was certainly vocal on that point. It was my
hottest fantasy and actually happening. I could talk of
having a deep affection for her, of wanting to please
her etc, but the fact is I just wanted to see her
fucked stupid by the both of us at that moment. This
was animalistic, no more no less.
Matt was holding her bum, rubbing it and her breasts
alternately. Whichever breast he didn't have, I was
pulling quite savagely. Susie was dripping with sweat,
completely back in the jungle and making, "Oh oh oh!"
noises between begging us to fuck her harder. She built
up to the biggest cum I would think of her young life
and was still spasming when Matt began creaming her.
Just the imminency of all this passion and sexual
violence brought me to my own massive orgasm. How much
I actually jetted in to her, I have no idea, nor does
it matter.
Now this most certainly did bring an end to
proceedings, it must have been getting on for midnight
too. Hardly anyone spoke. I mean, what could you say?
"Thanks? That was nice," doesn't quite cover it
somehow. Matt got himself dressed and kinda exited
without too much dialog. Bet he slept well when he got
home.
Susie was just spreadeagled on the bed, breathing
heavily but definitely not in conversational mode. Her
pussy and bum must have been on red alert. I just
covered her up and snuggled in with her. Set the alarm
for 7am and lost consciousness. All the plans I'd had
too for intermittent naughty stuff all night - it
wasn't to be.
Come 7am, I don't think either of us had hardly moved.
I felt twenty years younger, Susie looked like a young
dishevelled girl that had been fucked all night but was
otherwise pretty damn contented-looking. Took her in to
the shower with me and we had the most fantastic little
recovery period. Just soaped her up a few times and
enjoyed the beauty of her young body.
Kissed her from head to toe and washed her hair for
her. That, and sitting on the bed drying it, while she
sat there in just her knickers was, on reflection,
hotter and more memorable for me in the upshot than
anything that had gone before. I dressed her and wanted
her then more than at any time previously. I didn't
make love to her again but before T2 turned up right on
time to collect her, she gave me her number.
I saw her again the next four visits - I never paid her
a dollar. Some months later I winged in to Melbourne,
checked-in to room 484 and rang her number. An older
lady answered.
"Is Susie there?" I asked.
"Susie, I'm sorry no," came the quiet reply. "Are you a
friend of hers?"
"Yes," I said truthfully, "A very good friend."
There was a brief pause.
"Well I'm her mother," the voice continued, " I'm
really sorry, but Susie has gone Interstate. She took a
job in South Australia recently, just after she got her
new car.
I didn't even ask if it was a Ferrari.
END
(c) Peter_Pan 2005 http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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