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CHAPTER FIVE

Sara lay back in the huge bed, fingering her pussy. Greg had been gone for more than two hours, and even though they had torn into each other's bodies like two animals, she still wasn't satisfied.

"Damn!" she said, looking at the traveling clock, knowing before she saw the hands that it wouldn't read much later than when she had looked at it before.

She gazed around the hotel room, perhaps the best, most expensive one in all of New York. There was even a white grand piano in one corner. The suite had every creature comfort anyone could ask for, except one thing – a big hot cock ramming into her burning pussy!

Greg had said it might be near midnight before he returned, and for some strange reason, he hadn't wanted her to go along.

"Because we'll be inspecting an unfinished skyscraper," he said, "walking over loose boards, riding in an open elevator hundreds of feet above the sidewalks. And I don't want anything happening to this cute little ass of yours."

She had balked, naturally, but when she saw the splendor of the room and had enjoyed his violent fucking, she'd agreed. Now she wished she hadn't. At least she could have looked at him, perhaps stolen a couple of seconds to touch his hard, lean body – even run her fingers over the pulsating curves of his thick, meaty crotch.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, thrusting her middle finger over her rubbery clit, feeling it explode in empty orgasm.

Her pussy was on fire, begging to be filled. She gave another low groan, then stopped short.

"Yes?" she called out, hearing the light tap on the door.

She heard a muffled sound, hoping it was Greg. Quickly she bounded out of bed and raced into the sitting room. Without thinking of her nudity, she opened the door and reached out.

"I want you…" she said, then choked when she saw that it wasn't Greg.

"I… I think I want you, too," the young man whistled, his eyes dropping to her slicked-up cunt.

"Who?"

"Room service," the man answered, his eyes crawling upward, locking on her jutting tits. He turned very slowly, his eyes still on her body, and picked up a silver tray. "Your… uh… Mr. Martin asked me to send this up."

Sara looked at the champagne and, next to it, a small bouquet of pink roses.

"Where shall I put it?" the man asked, his tone extremely suggestive.

Sara looked at the waiter, her mind still confused. It hadn't even dawned on her that this good looking blond giant could possibly be on the staff here. He belonged on a tennis court, or standing at the helm leading a Nordic expedition through the icy breakers off Scotland.

"Put it anywhere you… uh, over there," she said, standing aside. Only then did she realize that she was totally naked. It had seemed so natural standing before him like that. "I'm sorry," she spluttered, "I don't usually greet people at the door like this."

She scurried toward the adjoining room but stopped when she heard him speak. His voice was soft, yet carried command.

"No," he said. When she turned and looked at him, his hands were outstretched, his eyes twinkling wickedly. "I know what you want," he said. Then after a slight pause, he added, "And I know what I want."

The next few moments had a dream-like quality.

Sara felt herself float toward him, his strong arms around her waist, his hungry mouth brushing over her parted lips. A few seconds later they were in bed, his mouth covering her tits with kisses.

"Oh, fuck me!" Sara moaned, spreading her legs. She humped her cunt upward, working it over the thick bulge in his trousers, feeling his cock vibrate with life. "Shove your cock in me and… God, fuck me!"

The man shucked off his clothes without letting his mouth move from her body. When he was totally naked, he nudged his knees between his thighs and lowered the underside of his hard throbbing prick over her steaming mound of pussy.

Sara squeezed her hands between them and clutched his dick, swirling her fingertips around the huge base, poking the cum-filled balls. Holding his shaft at an angle, she pushed the monstrous cockhead into her opening and lifted her hips upward.

"Yes!" she whispered, her body aching so badly for an orgasm that her mind was about to explode. "Give it to me! Fuck… fuck me, you stud!"

The man held her shoulders and bit down at the hollow of her throat, darting his tongue over the soft perfumed flesh. He had wanted her the minute he saw her, but now, sensing her hunger, he would have killed to fuck her tins, sucking hole. As he plunged the remainder of his dick into her cunt, he had to flinch to keep from blowing his wad that very second. Hers had to be the hottest little pussy he would ever know. Her slit was like a mouth, sucking and pulling furiously on his prick.

"Goddamn!" he grunted, slowly withdrawing, then stabbing back in. "You always fuck like it's your last time?"

"Always," Sara answered. "Especially when I have such a huge cock inside me!" She began thrusting her hips up to meet his hard lunges, taking his prick in and out of her hole with increasing speed. "Fuck me, you bastard, then I'll suck you! I'll suck out your cum and gargle it!"

"Oh, Jesus!" the man gasped. He just hoped he could hold back long enough to please her. Already his nuts were burning, about to explode. "I'll… I'll fuck you, you little cunt!" he whispered, once more latching his mouth onto one of her tits.

Sara squeezed her legs around his humping ass and dug her nails into his broad muscular back. She could hardly wait to have his prick plow his hot load deeply into her cunt. She would have big pulsating wads, all creamy and sticky, coating her insides. She could almost see the gigantic cockhead turn a deep purplish, balloon outward, then spit like a cobra.

"Give… it… to me!" she cried out, her cunt locking around his shaft with tight spasms. Her orgasm was building to thunderous proportions, ready to split her wide open. "Goddamn you, fuck me… hard! Give… give… ohhhhh!"

She bucked and writhed beneath him as the intensity of her pleasure grew to almost painful release. Then as she peaked, her insides spasming with huge jerks, she felt the first blast of his cum.

"Now!" the man barked, chewing down on her tits. "Take… UNNNH!"

When more gushes of jism thundered into her slit, Sara climaxed again, the contractions of her pussy canal drawing, his squirting liquid deeply inside her. When her hole was filled to overflowing, the fluid sloshed backward, burning from the bottom of her cunt. A thick stream of jizz soaked her thighs and slicked up her asshole.

"Unhhhhh!" The man gasped, shoving in the last of his load. "Take… it… baby." He cried, crushing his full weight into her cunt, stretching her opening to the breaking point.

Sara's orgasm began subsiding to a dull throb as she rubbed and stroked his back. She kissed the top of his head, her eyes closed in satisfaction. The smell of his masculinity, the touch of his taut skin, the ribboned patterns of his body, inflamed her with passion once more. She pushed against his sculptured chest, wanting now to suck that hard cock.

"Oh, do I have to stop now?" the man asked, feeling the pressure of her hands. "I want to lie like this for…"

"You'll have to move if you want me to blow you," Sara said.

"Jesus, yes!" the man said, rolling to his side. "If you're going to do that, of course!"

Sara crawled between his legs and held his sticky shaft. Once again she gazed at him, noting his masculine good looks, but mostly devoting her attention to his huge prick. It was deliciously curved, the rubbery foreskin glistening with a thick film of cum. She touched the tip of her tongue to the fluid and shivered, hungry for gallons of the stuff.

"Suck me," the man groaned, bending his knees and placing both hands behind her head. He humped his hips upward, slipping his cock between her lips. "Jesus, baby, suck me… now!"

Sara gobbled the full length of his shaft into her mouth, pursing her lips as she trailed them down to his furry patch of wiry hair. Her chin nudged between his balls, making them roll over her cheeks. She stayed there for several seconds before puffing backup.

"You can get the whole thing in your mouth?" the man said, clearly amazed. "Damn! Do it some more!"

Sara once again sucked his cock into her throat, but this time only stayed in his crotch for a fraction of a second. She bobbed her head back up, then lunged once more into his crotch. Over and over she gobbled his dick until her forehead was slapping against his belly.

"Mmmmmm," she groaned, feeling his cock harden to rock-like stiffness.

His cockhead was swollen completely, almost blocking her air. Each time it thrust past her tonsils she felt her aching throat become more demanding. She gave another low throaty moan, her entire body begging for his cum.

"That's… good!" the man grunted. "Shit, I've never been sucked so good in my life! Keep doing it just like that, you cocksucker! Jesus, suck me!"

Sara grabbed his right foot and pulled it up to her throbbing pussy. The second she dug his toes into her hole, her insides burst with a hot, grinding release.

"Ooofff!" she choked, jamming her face violently between his thighs.

The man couldn't believe what was happening. Not only was Sara moaning and begging, her entire body shaking with furious spasms, her pleasure seemed to be melting into his own body. Only a couple of seconds later, he felt his nuts churn, his jism blasting upward.

"Suck, you cunt!" he bellowed, turning slightly to his side, pulling her with him. He rammed his cock brutally into her mouth, pressing his weight over her face. "Goddamn you, I'm… I'm…suck! Suck my cum, you cock licker!"

Sara worked her mouth around his exploding cockhead for all she was worth, but it was useless even to try to suck all he had to offer. Huge masses of jism bolted behind her nose, others gushed into her stomach, some of it spewed from the corners of her mouth. Cum seemed to be everywhere, and more was splattering all the time! Another hot spasm of climax drilled into her pussy, sending wave after wave of release into every corner of her being.

Finally they lay there in a heap, their bodies molded together. Sara took her time cleaning him up, but she finally licked, the last of his juices into her mouth, then pulled away, smacking her lips.

"How about some of that champagne now," she said, "to wash this cum down with."

As the man dressed, she slipped into a pale green negligee, then joined him in the sitting room.

Hardly had they sipped the first drink when the door opened.

"Well, this looks like a pretty fucking cozy scene," Greg said. Then before either of them could react, he pointed toward the door and motioned toward the young men. "You, out!"

After the man left, Greg glared at Sara, his fists clenched so tightly, his knuckles were turning white.

"You want to fucking explain this?" he asked.

"Explain what?" Sara asked, her own anger about to match his. "I thought we made it plain that…"

"That what? You can fuck anybody you want, while I have to stand around with my hat in my hand and wait my turn?" He paused, as if gathering ammunition. "Look, bitch, I told my secretary that there was someone else – you. She quit and I felt like such a turd. So I came back here. And what did I find? You and some young stud drinking my champagne, looking at each other like you could eat each other! It's a good Goddamned thing I came in when I did, because you'd have probably been fucking each other's eyes out by now!"

"We had finished," Sara said coolly. "And he was quite good. Better than some I know."

Sara suddenly became frightened. He looked like he could easily strangle her. She pulled her knees up to her chest and looked at him, her eyes growing wider.

"No, I'm not going to hurt you," Greg said. He sat down and leaned back, silent for a long while.

"I'm leaving." He reached into his wallet and took out several bills. He placed them on the table very carefully, as if they were made of glass. "Here's your pay. I'll try to find someone who doesn't drive me crazy all the time. I'm just no match for you."

"Greg…"

"So long, Sara," he said, interrupting her. "I hope you find someone someday who… well, good bye."

Before she could stop him, he was out the door. Sara sat there stunned for several moments, her mind filled with a thousand conflicting thoughts. She wanted him, yes, but she couldn't be his slave, his caged animal. She could swallow her pride and run after him, but where would, that leave them? Perhaps if he came back.

There was a knock on the door.

Quickly, Sara jumped out of the chair, hoping it was Greg. She felt her heart pounding in her throat as she touched the doorknob. When she saw the woman standing there, she closed her eyes, feeling defeated.

"Bitch!" the woman spat out, then slapped Sara so hard she fell back over the chair.

Sara looked up at the woman and noticed that all her fight was gone. The woman was leaning against the doorjamb, tears streaming down her face.

"Jesus," she said, crawling to her feet, "this is turning into one hell of a day." She looked at the woman, then pulled her inside and closed the door. "Now, just who the hell are you, and why did you slap the shit out of me?"