The office was abuzz when Debra Jennings walked into work on what she thought would be just another Monday morning. After unlocking the door to her window office, she dropped her Louie Vuitton purse on the desk and turned to go and find out what all the excitement was about. She’d seen days like this before out there on the main sales floor. “Somebody’s getting married or went and got herself pregnant.” she thought.
Bobby Tunfield, the 25-year-old Junior Sales Rep ran up to her with a big smile and bulging wide eyes and blurted out: “Have you heard the news Ms. Jennings? How cool is this?”
“WHAT Bobby?” She asked, raising her voice slightly over the group.
“Oh! The home office has announced the location of this year’s convention! We’re going’ to Vegas! Isn’t that great? We’ll have a blast! OH MY GOD! Have you ever been I’ve never seen it but I’ve always wanted too and now we’re actually going I can’t believe it this is so cool!” – he sputtered out in one endless rant. The young man was absolutely breathless at the very thought, and waving his hands in the air.
“That’s great Bobby, we’ll talk about it later, but don’t you think we’re a little late for the morning sales meeting?”
“Yes ma’am, I’ll round everybody up!” The latest self appointed office town crier spun around and corralled all the other agents into meeting room #2.
Debra followed the hyper-excited sales crew, semi-patiently waiting in the meeting room which they used every morning to go over any new listings and bank incentives. No donuts, no coffee. All business. Debra ran her meetings in a tight professional way. Each agent got to speak, one at a time, about any properties they were currently working on, and when those deals would close. No excuses were tolerated. Any kinks in the numerous procedures for closing the sale were the responsibility of the individual agent to iron out. It was always a serious and sobering way to start the day.
What wasn’t normal today however, was an entire room full of smiling faces winking and quietly giggling to each other through the otherwise boring housing report. For once it seemed, everyone was wide awake. Debra ignored the fidgeting, knowing that everybody truly needed a break after a back breaking year. And four days in Las Vegas would certainly be a great way to do it. Record breaking sales equaled record breaking paychecks for new cars and down payments on starter homes. The team was clearly enjoying the fruits of their labor. Everyone was rolling in dough, and Debra was raking in more money than she’d ever dreamed possible. She was a natural born leader whom everyone loved and and admired. It was she who led the sales team to such mind boggling success, and they all knew it. Her team worked extra hard. First for her, then for themselves.
She gave her daily five minute pep talk and paused before sending everyone back out to follow up with their sales leads. She stood up and looked around the table at each and every agent, and with a face that meant business, said:
“Look. We still have a long six weeks before the convention, people. And there’s still a lot of business out there waiting for us, and a whole lot of money still to be made. So lets hit the bricks.”
This particular morning brought with it an unexpected distraction however, and once the agents were dismissed, the sales floor once again exploded in happy talk and the occasional squeal could be heard under all the murmuring voices. As it turns out, the National Association of Realtors had indeed announced the location of their annual convention. The home office in New York City, had sent out the emails first thing in the morning, and indeed, they were bringing everyone to Las Vegas. The sales agents who had come in early, opened their laptops, scanned the day’s incoming emails, and after the initial shock, couldn’t wait to spread the good news around the office.
Debra returned to a desk full of corporate paperwork and smiled, knowing that it would take a few more minutes before the sales floor was digging back into leads. She was happy that her team was so excited about something other than the next sale.
It showed her that, at least for now, they weren’t just real estate selling robots but instead, they were real people. She also knew that once the fever cooled down a little they’d go right back to closing sales. She loved them for that.
The HomeTown Realty Co. Inc had pretty much monopolized the market in Andover Wisconsin in the last three years. It took a lot of hard work on the part of her team and thousands of hours both in the office and out on the streets, prospecting for listings, and finally, it had all paid off.
Hiring away the area’s best of the best of local real estate agents from competing agencies was a big expense to take on, but the new young professionals were bringing home the bacon in big profits for the once tiny one room, family owned agency. Their amazing success, got the attention of HomeTown inc., a national realty powerhouse, who happily paid off the Conyer family for their business, and added them to the HomeTown Family of Professional Realty Services. HT (as they were known around the office) immediately moved them all to a massive office building downtown, and Debra was quickly promoted from supervisor at The Conyer Group, to Senior Office Sales Manager, in order to among other things, aid in, and facilitate the restructure into the HT family.
Her rise to fame was meteoric. Changing her career from high end clothing retail sales, was the best thing she had ever done for herself, she often thought. Well, that and divorcing that deadbeat of a husband she had supported for the four years of their miserable marriage. Shortly after the marriage, he began staying at home all day. He was supposedly looking for work during the entire time she worked full time while also studying for her real estate license.
Getting married seemed like a good idea at the time. High school sweethearts, she the cheerleader, and he the local football hero in a small town, it all seemed like destiny. And early on, sex with him was life changing. One thing Mark COULD do well, was fuck her brains out after a stressful day at work, so she could easily fall fast asleep. She quickly grew tired of kowtowing to the super rich women of Andover, while they spent some of their millions on high end fashion items. She hoped getting a real estate license might be her ticket out… of everything! Meanwhile, all Mark asked in return was the occasional blow job and hell, that seemed easy enough. She really loved sucking his enormous cock, and eventually learned to swallow his cum. That one act seemed so naughty for such a good Christian girl at first. But here in the privacy of their little white house on Jefferson St (A house she alone paid for by the way), she could be a nasty little slut by night and the ultra polished professional by day. She loved her kinky side. And loved keeping it a secret. It seemed like a win-win.
For a while.
She realized that once Mark, the former high school quarterback, found himself a big, comfortable chair to park his ever expanding butt in, he was done looking for work. She soon decided that she hadn’t signed on for this, and their formerly outrageous sex life gradually took a back seat to the stress of her providing for an otherwise, able-bodied man. “Good riddance and best of luck you lazy bastard.”
She’d say that line every single time the memory of his healthy young cock would sneak back into her memory. Usually when she was masturbating.
The good times were hard to forget after all.
There are super stars in every company, and HT is no different. You have those talented men and women who always sell the most, and bring in the biggest profits, while appearing to do it effortlessly. There are the young guns, eager to please, always socializing and laughing a little too loud, and the old pros who usually keep to themselves, are never in the office, and out-sell everyone. There was never a question which group would consistently produce the Salesperson of the Month.
HomeTown Realty continued to out-sell every other agency in the state, making record profits for the home office. There were regular visits from the suits from New York City to present monthly sales awards to individual agents and quarterly bonuses to Debra. Her people joked that it wouldn’t be long before she was transferred to NYC to run the Mothership.
Weeks later, the airline tickets and hotel reservations for The Cosmopolitan arrived by FedEx, and it was all anyone could talk about. The buzz was back on the floor, and folks started to figure out who they could “double up” with at the Cosmo. Most rooms were doubles, except for Debra’s which was, of course, an upper floor suite, as were the rooms for the New York executives.
When she overheard some of the partnering conversations, She thought to herself:
“Shit, and Ill be there alone.” Well, there would be tens of thousands of eligible bachelors in Vegas, as well as the usual naughty married men looking for an affair. “After all, she thought, what happens in Vegas . . .”
She’d spoken to all of the sales agents before, since they were after all, a tightly knit team. She knew some of them better than others, and decided that this trip would be her opportunity to get to know the ones she’d mostly overlooked. One of the young guns pirated from a competitor had just recently joined the company, and was making quite a name for himself amongst the ladies. Debra even caught herself staring at him during his interview, and to this day doesn’t remember what they said to each other during their entire first meeting. Chris Conyer had politely sat there staring directly at her with the most magnificent, piercing blue eyes she’d ever looked into. His dark, straight hair was much longer than most agencies would allow, but Debra thought immediately that he could easily seduce any female client to buy. Besides, the effect he had on her was seductive beyond belief. She maintained professional decorum, but did find herself daydreaming about the young man at the other end of the sales floor from time to time. She even chastised herself for acting like a smitten school girl when once, she just had to get another glimpse of his muscular arms by dropping off a sales brochure at his desk. “Dear lord, she thought. Look at me! What am I some silly teenager with wet panties stalking the big man on campus?” She smiled.
At least the panties part was true.
By pulling some strings with Human Resources (rank does have it’s privileges after all) she managed to have her airplane seat right next to Chris.
“Wow! what a surprise! she said to the handsome young man in seat 4E. What a coincidence! Look! I’m in 4D! No shop talk now Chris, we’re on vacation.”
“I promise Miss Jennings.” He said, shining those adorable blue eyes into the back of her skull.
“Call me Debra please Chris.”
“Ok miss er. . . Debra.”
“Thats better. Now we can have a relaxing, fun time in Vegas. Plenty of time for all the formalities when we get back. Right Chris?”
“Right. . . Debra.”
She had read on the Personal Data Card that she submited to the personnel department, that he was only ten years her junior.
“Well, she thought, if anything does ever develop, at least I won’t go to prison!”
The three hour and one minute flight from Milwaukee International to Las Vegas was mostly uneventful with both of them keeping a polite distance, sharing an armrest, and trying to keep their legs from touching in the cramped coach seats.
Debra was originally mailed first class tickets by the home office but had them changed to coach hoping to get closer to this beautiful boy. At least for the flight.
Fresh out of college, Chris obtained his real estate license as his parents had done for generations before him. They were naturally disappointed when he went to work for HT believing that he would take over the Conyer family business. But the writing was on the wall. Having twice the number of agents, HT was gobbling up all the commercial and residential real estate sales in town, and his families’ office simply couldn’t keep up. Once the corporate money moved in, it was over. Agents were heading for the door in droves for larger commissions, and ended up working at the same place he was now. His parents retired to their beach house in Florida and were actually proud to support their son’s new direction, seeing how successful he’d become. They’d had a good run, but it was time to relax. . . and catch some rays!
During the flight, Debra dozed off as did Chris, and for just a second, his head fell to her shoulder when he fell asleep. They both awoke with a jolt and he apologized for the sudden shock. She, just for a second, smelled whatever product he used in his hair and felt a chill go through her body. “Clean. she thought. . . Oh my god, so clean.”
Checking into the Cosmopolitan was fast and easy, since they had at least ten people behind the desk checking everyone into their rooms. It was a little chaotic with all the bags getting separated from their owners and needing to go to different floors and rooms, but again this was sorted out quickly by the staff. Debra marveled at the coordination the hotel employees showed in the lobby. Meanwhile, her female team members worked with the desk clerks to arrange who was going to share a room with whom.
The male sales agents did the same. There didn’t appear to be any hanky panky going on in assigning people to the dozens of double rooms.
At least not yet.
“Wow, what a management team they must have, she thought. Oh well, enough management talk for today. Fuck it! Show me to my room, and then to the bar!”
She hoped she hadn’t said that out loud.
Debra didn’t plan on getting too hammered tonight since there was a 9 a.m. sales meeting with all the New York corporate types. She also knew that all conventions are 5% meetings and 95% drinking. So even if she did show up a little hung over, no one would really notice. Besides, there would be plenty of time to party throughout the week, and she was actually getting a little tired. Freshen up, change and have a couple of strong drinks at the bar, then off to bed.
After a quick shower to rinse off the yuk of the airport and the cramped flight, she stepped out into the room to change. She dropped the huge white bath towel, and couldn’t help but check herself out in the full length mirror. At thirty four, she was damn proud of the body that she had maintained since her cheerleading days. It was so easy to do in college, but now it took a lot more work in the gym. She careful watched what she ate, and as soon as her jeans felt a little tight, she dieted and worked out hard until they fit her again. A perfect set of 34Cs, tiny waist, and a tight, round little ass that any twenty year old would admire. She did a slow pirouette and rubbed her hands over her smooth as glass ass cheeks. A little fresh makeup, drag a brush through the hair, and “I AM OUTTA HERE!” But not before wiggling into her favorite skinny designer jeans, and a light blue silk blouse with a lacy Victoria’s Secret bra underneath. Slip on the new heels, and off to the elevator. She couldn’t wait to show off the results of all those hours in the gym, and she knew that Las Vegas was exactly the right place to do it.
The Chandelier Bar
Yo! Jennings! Over here! The shouting was coming from five well dressed gentlemen seated at the most beautiful bar in Las Vegas. As Debra walked across the room she was nearly blinded by the millions of dazzling crystals on the enormous chandelier, three or four stories tall, that hung from the hotel ceiling high above the main lobby.
“Do you believe this place?” The loud New Yorker was Phil Antonio, Corporate sales manager for HT inc.
“Guys! Hey guys! Does everyone know Debra? She’s the queen of real estate in Wisconsin.”
“Oh stop it Phil. Hello gentlemen, its a pleasure to meet you and see some of you again.”
“What’ll it be Deb?”
“Actually, It’s Debra, Phil if you don’t mind.”
“Sorry Debra, must be the margaritas that have me forgetting my manners.”
“No problem Phil. How’s the wife by the way?” Asking the favorite question of every single woman who doesn’t want to be hit on.
“Everything at home is great. Thanks for askin!”
“Gentlemen, dis pretty lady heah is really killin’ it out dere in Wisgonsin.” His Brooklyn accent was showing, the tequila doing it’s job apparently.
“I have a great team. Thanks Phil.” She said proudly. Looking around for anyone else she might know, she wondered where the rest of her team had wondered off to.
The young guns had split since this bar was a bunch of old fat guys in jackets and ties. Martinis and margaritas in hand, it didn’t exactly look like a fun place to party.
Not seeing anyone from the home team, she slowly moved to the other side of the bar, away from the drunken NYC bosses and started for the door.
She looked outside at the amazing light show up and down the strip and it all looked like too much to handle for the first night in town.
“My god, the Eiffel tower is right across the street! Holy shit! Maybe I should just order a bottle of champagne and a burger from room service, and turn in for the night.” she thought. So she turned around and headed off back through the ostentatious lobby to the elevator, pressed the up arrow and waited for it to arrive. In a minute or so, there was a pretty little “ding!” and the elevator door opened.
“Oh! Ms. Jennings! I mean Debra! Where ya going?”
“I’m just not up for a late night on the town Chris, so I thought I’d just hang out in my room and call room service.”
“I’m not really into it either. He said. All the other guys are going over to Hard Rock across the street, so I thought I’d just grab a beer with them and go to bed early myself. That nap on the plane wasn’t really enough ya know?”
“I do” Maybe before we leave I could buy you a drink Chris.”
“Oh, that would be great!” His voice sounded a little nervous when he spoke. She thought it was cute.
“Well, they’d sure be talking about us back at the office huh Debra?”
“No Chris.” She smiled sweetly at him and said: “Remember; What happens in Vegas. . .stays in Vegas!”
“Yeah right, he said. Unless you live in Andover!”
“Good point,” she answered, smiling.
“Hey,” he asked as she stepped into the elevator, who did they team you up with?”
“Nobody Chris. I’m in an executive suite.”
“Wow, cool! where are those? The top floor?”
“No Chris, the ninth floor, room 905, it’s far enough away from all the noise down here.”
“I’d love to see a suite like that someday, I bet it’s really amazing huh?”
“See you tomorrow Chris” she said, as the elevator doors closed between them.
Going up in the elevator, she had the distinct impression that young Chris, the tan, muscled, outrageously good looking male model type from her office had just hit on her!
“Yikes! It’s only the first night here and my brain is starting to race already! BAD girl!”
But maybe she just imagined it and the kid was just curious, since he’d probably never actually seen an executive suite in his whole young life.
Room service finally delivered the champagne she’d ordered in a beautiful silver ice bucket. “Life is good” she thought. She downed the first two glasses of Dom, and ravaged most of the huge cheeseburger. She’d slept through the paltry snack service on the plane and realized she hadn’t eaten anything substantial all day.
The third (or was it the fourth) glass of champagne was giving her a buzz, and she liked it. She turned on the radio to a classic rock station and starting dancing around the room, holding the glass high over her head.
“Dance as if no one is watching” she said to herself. She’d read that on a poster somewhere and loved the thought.
“Oooo the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’ I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrrrrrooooowwwo.” She loved Journey and was quite the sexy little rocker chick back in the day.
She sang along with the tunes, and drank another glass of the bubbly. Her clothes were coming off one by one and she eventually put on the pretty silk robe that the hotel provided in all their suites. She was getting pretty light headed and having her own party in the safety of her huge sitting room. She sang out loud along with Eddie Money:
“Two tickets to paradiiiiise, won’t cha take my hand we’ll leave tonight.” God how she missed going to concerts. She and Mark went whenever a band came to Milwaukee, and always had a blast. Except that he always got so drunk that she had to drive them home.
But the live music was great.
Right now she was in her element and loving life. She tripped over her shoes lying on the floor and fell back onto the big, overstuffed couch and giggling like a child. She slid off the couch to the floor and her robe got all bunched up around the back of her head. She sat completely naked and spread eagle on the carpet, laughing.
“I’m really loaded, she thought. I’d better get to bed.” She crawled on all fours towards the bedroom and kept tripping on the robe and falling over on her side giggling all the way.
Over the radio, she thought she heard a knock at the door.
“Shit! she mumbled, Hotel Management! I must be playing the fucking music too loud. OK! I’m coming.”
She managed to stand up and lean herself against the door and call out: “Hello?”
“Debra? It’s Chris. Are you still awake?”
“Oh, Fuck. Well I fuckin’ said hello didn’t I? Of course I’m awake! What the hell do you want?”
“Well, it’s still pretty early and I thought we could just sorta hang out for a while.”
“Oh fuck, she thought. Here we go.”
Debra hadn’t had sex in well over two years, unless you count the occasional awkward groping after a date night of dinner and a movie with a guy from two towns over. She couldn’t get mixed up with anyone from Andover because everyone in town knew her too well. A jilted lover could spread nasty rumors, and ruin her reputation and her career.
She pulled herself together, closed the robe tightly over her naked body, and opened the door. She really hoped to send Chris back to his room soon. She didn’t need this fucking Adonis strutting his perfect muscles around her room in his skin tight Hard Rock t-shirt especially since she was so vulnerable right now, and desperately in need of quality cock. No. She needed a real man in her life, not some young adorable brutally handsome Julius Caesar of a god among men, with a big young throbbing cock, that she’d love to suck, and who could probably fuck
her lights out till next Thursday.
“How did you know where I was?”
“You told me.”
“I did? Oh yeah. Whatever. Come in. But just for a couple minutes ok Chris? I’m getting tired.”
“Now whats on your mind Chris?”
“Can I talk to you about something personal Debra?”
“Sure Chris. Anything. I probably won’t remember it tomorrow though, I’ve had a lot to drink.”
“That’s ok. I respect your opinion anyway. You’re so smart and beautiful, you might be able to help me with my girlfriend.”
Chris was pretty drunk too, having had way more than that one beer with the guys, and more than a couple shots. She noticed that he too was a little wobbly on his feet.
“OK, shoot Chris, before I pass out.”
“Well, I’m really embarrassed to say this Debra, and its only because I’m a little drunk, but my girlfriend has a real problem with having sex with me.”
“Really? Why? What kind of problem?” She was flattered that he’d bring up such a personal matter, and more than a little embarrassed herself.
“Well, she says I’m too weird and that I want to do things with her that aren’t natural. I sure don’t want to loose her Debra, so I don’t know what to do.”
“Easy one Chris, stop doing that aren’r natural to her. Problem solved. Goodnight.” She laughed out loud at her own joke, and fell back onto the bed.
Chris, laughing also, said: “No Debra, seriously, it’s just that I think everything I do IS natural and whenever we make love, things just sorta happen, and I do things, and she gets mad. I want to do lots of different things to her.”
“Oh? what kinds of things Chris?” Debra was suddenly sobering up.
“Well I don’t want to embarrass you Debra, so let me just say she doesn’t want me to play with her, you know… her butt.”
Debra sat straight up and whispered. “What exactly do you do to her butt Chris?”
She wanted to start masturbating right there and then, or at least slam his beautiful head between her freshly shaved legs.
“Well, she used to like when I’d put my finger in there but now I want to put my whole penis in there. And now she won’t have sex with me at all because she says I’m too weird.”
“I’m afraid I have this sex thing all wrong Debra. What feels good to me doesn’t feel good to her I guess. I’m so confused. I just don’t know how to please her. Or any woman for that matter. You’re such a beautiful woman Debra, I’m sure you’ve had many lovers in the past. Can you please tell me what a woman really wants? How should a man please his woman.”
“Well first Chris, no. . . not many lovers, just a few good ones.”
“Oh I didn’t mean to insinuate, Debra. Please, I’m so sorry!” Chris fell back on the bed with his hands clasped together over his eyes obviously appalled at what he had just said.
“No problem Chris I know what you meant.”
“Oh good. Thank you.”
He sat up on one elbow, and leaning on one side he blurted out: ”You’re so beautiful Debra, I would never want to insult you in any way. I hope you know that.”
“Do you really think I’m beautiful Chris? I’m honored. Thank you.”
“Oh, absolutely Debra! There’s not a man in Andover who wouldn’t give the world to be with you. I’ve seen how the other guys in the office look at you when you walk by.”
Her legs were starting to tremble and she could feel her pussy starting to get wet. She knew she shouldn’t do this, but “what the fuck, she thought. I really need to get laid, and here we are in fucking Las Vegas!”
“Chris have you ever put your mouth on your girlfriends private parts, you know between her legs?”
“You mean her pussy? Oh yeah I’ve tried, but she thinks its gross and won’t let me do that either.”
She took a deep breath.
“Show me how you do that to her Chris.”
“Really Debra? Holy shit! That would be great!”
“Stand up Chris. Stand in front on me. Right there.”
Debra loosened the belt around her waist and opened the silk robe, showing him her freshly trimmed and bikini waxed crotch. The lady at the spa left a small “landing strip” covering only the lips of her pussy.
“Holy fuck Debra! you’re even more beautiful without that robe on.”
“Now watch me Chris” She took her middle finger and dragged it up her soaking wet slit and stopped at her clit.
“See this part here Chris?”
“Yes Ma’am,” he stammered.
“This is where you put your tongue. You start down here and bring your tongue slowly up to here. Wanna try?”
“Oh dear lord yes.” The poor kid could barely breath.
“Wait! Before you do, take off your jeans. You’ll be more comfortable. You can leave your underwear on.”
“OK!” He slipped out of his tight, designer jeans and threw them on a nearby chair.
“Now. Stand here in front of me Chris. Let me look at you.”
She couldn’t believe her eyes. The handsome young man who had seduced her with only his beautiful eyes on his first day at work, was standing in front of her, just inches away with an enormous thick cock bulging out from beneath his tight black jockey shorts. The bulge went from the right side of his crotch and ran across the shorts, the head almost poking out of the elastic waist band.
“Magnificent,” she thought. Her weeping cunt was wet with need.
“Come closer Chris. Kneel down.” He stared between her legs having never seen a well trimmed pussy before. She reached out and put her hands on either side of his head and pulled him gently into her waiting cunt.
“Now take your time Chris, lick me very slowly. All the way up to where I showed you from way down here, then back up again. Slowly. Do you like the taste of me?”
“Put your tongue inside me Chris. Feel how wet I am? That means you’re doing it right. Go slow. That’s right. Perfect Chris. What a good student you are! Move your tongue a little higher to that special place I showed you. Nice. Now flick the tip of your tongue around that hard little part. Oh yes Chris, go faster now. Oh fuck that’s so good. Don’t stop Chris. Don’t you dare stop!” Oh my god Chris you’re gonna make me cum! Oh fuck yes! Eat me Chris, lick my pussy! Fuck fuck fuck oh my god Chris I’m cumming baby, cumming, I’m going to cum right on your wonderful tongue, lick my wet pussy like a good boy! Yes! Suck on my clit! Oh my god!”
She threw her long slim legs over his broad shoulders, spreading herself wide open and pulled his head in tighter to her cunt. He felt his pretty little goddess arch her back, toss her hair back over her head, and raise her hips to let flow her sweet juices into his hungry mouth. She screamed as her orgasm exploded, bucking her hips up off the mattress, and smothering his head between her legs. It seemed like an eternity since she’d had an orgasm that strong, and her whole body was shaking.
She fell straight back onto the bed, arms outstretched in either direction. She sighed out loud, rubbed her forehead, and tried to catch her breath. She was stunned.
“Holy shit Chris, that was amazing.”
“Did I do it right Debra?”
“Oh yeah Chris, you did it right.”
“Her hand slid down to her dripping pussy to feel how wet she had gotten. She wet one finger with her cum and dragged it across Chris’s lips.
“Oh god yes Debra, I wish I could taste you forever.”
They were both lying on their backs at the end of the bed. After catching her breath, her hand reached over and brushed her long red fingernails over his chest and he let out a another little sigh.
“Take off your t-shirt Chris.”
Slowly her hand slid down his body to his flat smooth belly and strong six-pack abs, stopping at the elastic waistband of his shorts. Playing with the top edge of his pubic hair for a minute or so, she raised herself up on one elbow and glanced down at the most wonderful sight she had seen in a few years. A massively thick cock that had to be at least 8 or 9 inches long. And it continued to harden as she teased him. She wrapped her tiny hand around it and squeezed it hard. It was throbbing with his pulse. She finally snaked her thin fingers inside his underwear under the waistband, and started stroking it softly up and down. She felt that it was too large to get her whole hand around. “Amazing,” she thought to herself.
He was moaning at her every touch. She rubbed his precum from the tip of his dick, down the side of his shaft and he shook.
She could feel her wetness returning.
“Does your girlfriend ever do to you what you just did to me Chris?”
“Oh no Debra, she tried it once but she said it was just too gross.”
“My god, you’re with the wrong woman Chris,” she sighed. “Any woman who doesn’t want this monster in her hand isn’t worth your time baby.”
She slid off the end of the bed and, after pulling her arms from her sexy robe, tossed it in the middle of the room. Chris too, thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He raised his head and, looked down towards his feet. There stood his beloved Ms. Jennings standing completely naked, hands on her hips, admiring his young masculine body. She studied him as if reading a movie poster, taking in every inch of this perfect specimen lying before her. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her either, finding it impossible to believe that any woman could be so incredibly beautiful. He sat up and held out his arms to hold her, but she pushed him back down on the bed with a hard shove. She put her hands on his knees and spread his legs apart. She thought she felt a little resistance in his legs, apparently due to his shyness. He’d never actually been full spread eagle in front of such a beauty before. His girl friend just groped at him under the covers, insisting he not look at her naked.
“Relax baby,” she purred softly, knowing his inhibitions were about to fall like a house of cards.
Massaging her young lover’s muscular legs, she lowered her head down to his inner thigh and licked his smooth sensitive skin. He tasted truly amazing, a little salty and sweet. Slightly sweaty, but clean, she remembered. . . so clean. His scent was that of luxury shower products and pure manliness. Delicious. It had been far too long since her head was made dizzy by the smell of a real man. Not a phony Aqua Velva man, but a real man, one who smelled of sweat and raw sex between his legs. She could feel her usually well controlled animal urges boiling up deep inside her, between her legs, hardening her nipples. She knew from experience that her naughty, kinky side would soon emerge and all hell was about to break loose on this unsuspecting young man.
Reaching up to his slim waist, Debra, excited and breathing hard, grabbed at, and pulled off Chris’ shorts. His huge swollen cock sprang forth of its captivity and fell with a slapping sound on his stomach. She pulled his sexy black Jockey shorts down over his feet and turned to bury her face in his crotch, inhaling his scent deeply.
Battery operated vibrators had gotten her best for years. Thinking the occasional butt plug in her ass or a large rubber dildo inside her was all she needed to cure her cravings at home, she was now face to face with what she really missed: A huge, cum dripping cock against her lips.
Debra Jennings was about to give this stud the blow job of his life, and she felt herself having another orgasm as she brought her head close to his engorged manhood. One hand, then the other, grabbed his pulsing shaft and stroked it up and down from the base to the area just below the head.
“Jezus! She thought, a two hander!”
He was too thick to clasp her fingers all the way around it, but by placing the top of one hand against the bottom of other, like a baseball bat, she could stroke him up and down using both hands, while her mouth consumed his first four or five inches. Mark was well hung, but this was a whole different world. “At least he showed me how to hold a bat.”
Little did she she know how vital that skill would become!
She lowered her mouth over the massive head of her hand full of cock, and Chris let out a whimper. She loved that some precum was oozing out onto her tongue, and she swirled it around in her mouth. His skull was pounding from this wonderful new sensation. He was writhing on the bed while Debra licked, sucked and stroked him using both of her hands together, tightly grabbing his ever growing dick until he yelled out; “Debra! Oh my god. . . Debra! Fuck!”
Raising his ass off the bed, he shot long warm ribbons of cum again and again straight down her throat. He came in torrents, in a way she had never experienced. Afterwards, she pulled his dripping cock, glistening from her saliva and the hot cum he’d fed her. She stroked and squeezed it, four or five more times, slowly, making sure that she’d gotten every last drop out of him. She licked away the last drop from the tip.
“Yum,” she whispered.
She stood up and walked over to the head of the bed and fell into the big pillow on one side, exhausted.
“Come up here you big stud,” she beckoned.
He just laid there at the other end, lost in an orgasmic coma, spent and moaning, but eventually finding the strength to join her under the covers.
They both fell fast asleep. A combination of beer, champagne, tequila, and crazy-hot sex education had knocked them both out cold.
At least until she awoke. . . sometime around three a.m.
CRASH! “Asshole! AAAhahahaha!” There was a loud commotion out in the hall. Some drunks were falling down and slamming the doors to their rooms.
“Fuck! (She called out to the gods above) Why do people in hotels feel as though they have to slam their fucking doors? Fuck!”
Bad language came easy to her after sex.
She had been sleeping soundly until these morons, probably she thought, the N.Y.C. crew, returning from their first night in Vegas.
“Pace yourselves gentlemen,” she quietly thought to herself.
She rolled over to go back to sleep, listening to Chris’ breathing. “What a night, she thought. What a cock!”
The more she tried NOT to think about him naked, the more she did. Her pussy started to awake also. She ran her hand down her stomach until she could touch herself there. She didn’t, at first, want to wake the man sleeping next to her, so she tried her best to be quiet. Her wetness was indeed back and flowing inside her soft little cunt. She slowly pushed her middle finger inside and breathed out a quiet sigh.
Chris was lying on his back where he’d passed out, hands at his side. Debra slid her hand across the sheet to his hand, ever so gently, and placed it over his. She slid over a little bit closer to get a whiff of his wonderful scent.
Her left hand was rubbing her breast, and pinching her nipple. Her entire body felt electrified. She softly closed her fingers around his hand and felt his fingers start to respond in kind. He stirred a bit, not quite awake. Then his hand closed on hers.
He turned his head to kiss her, as she was turning hers with the same thought. They kissed long and hard, tongues caressing each other, gently biting at each others lips, breathing directly into each others mouth while panting like wild animals.
Still holding her hand he pulled it down and placed it on his cock. Once again, hard as steel.
“Oh Chris, I need you inside me. Please fuck me lover!”
She grabbed his hard meat fully in her hand and pulled him over to her side.
“Get on top of me now Chris. Please, I need you inside me. Come to me.”
She put her hands behind her knees and pulled her legs up as high as they would go. He knelt between her legs staring down at her wide open pussy, wet with her juices. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head up and down her open slit.
“Give it to me Chris! Don’t make me wait any longer! Fuck me baby!”
He shoved the massive head into her waiting hole and she screamed.
“Jezus Chris! EASY! Go slower, it’s been a long time!”
“Oh. Sorry Debra, I didn’t know.”
“Do it again lover! Please. Put that wonderful big dick inside me. Now!”
He gently reinserted the head, and slowly slid more and more of his giant cock into her dripping wet pussy.
“Holy fuck!” she moaned. Give it to me baby! More! Yes! All of it!”
Her eyes rolled back into her head. She was loosing her mind with a newly awakened passion. He slid that smooth, throbbing beast into her all the way to his balls and held it there. Holding her hips up while she bucked hard against him, totally out of control. It was the best thing he’d ever felt in his young life. “There can be no better sensation than this, ever.”
She tightened her vaginal muscles to grip around the giant anaconda moving inside her. She let flow orgasm after orgasm out of her gaping pussy, as he pulled his cock out, then plunged it deep into her body over and over, relentlessly. She was happy that he didn’t need any instructions on how to fuck her. Pure animal instinct had taken over them both. He speed fucked her until she literally begged for mercy. Hearing her beg was all he needed to unload inside her, showering her internal organs in powerful a stream after stream of his hot cum.