The Open Arms Motel

The blonde laid on the bed, slid close and opened her mouth wide. She slid forward, engulfing his cock without hardly touching it. As he watched, the entire length of his cock disappeared down her throat. Suddenly she closed her mouth and he felt it to the soles of his feet.
“Oh my God,” he shuddered. He made two attempts before he could bring himself to touch her beautiful hair. It was funny, he had eaten her pussy, but felt he was too low to touch the woman’s hair. How screwy could you get? The cast system was alive and well in America.

“Uhm,” she said, slithering back and forth on the bed like a snake, while she mouthed his rigid cock. He gasped and held her head for a moment, then pushed her away with a whine of frustration.

“Enough,” he moaned. “I want to fuck you, but I’m about to cum in your mouth.”
“Yes,” she said simply, rolling over on her back. He watched her spread her nethery thighs. They were so inviting, so absolutely perfect. He crawled up on the bed, positioned himself over her prone body, and sank his cock between her legs. She moaned and intertwined her legs behind his back. With her leg propelling him forward, he slid in and out of her buttery soft moist lips. She was so hot inside. His cock nearly exploded after the first wonderful plunge up inside her body. It was a dream come true. While pumping away between her legs, he looked down into her beautiful face. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers. Without reservations, she sought his mouth, her tongue slid up inside his and explored, seeking his tongue. He moaned, not sure if he wanted to cry or scream. This was just too good.

This beautiful woman was the best fuck of his life. His only regret was that he was in the wrong room. He would have given anything to be in 1C and have a tape to commemorate the event.
Greg rolled her head over to the left and began kissing her ear and neck. He felt her shiver beneath him. He sucked on the pulsing vein in her neck for a moment, then put his tongue inside her ear. She gave a high-pitched whine. Suddenly he knew that she was ready. He had only been fucking her for about two minutes, but she was about to cum.

Greg intensified his attack on her juicy pussy. She was so wet, so damned hot.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, stiffening slightly.
“Are you coming?” he asked in a whisper.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. “Oh God yes.”
“Tell me the moment before you cum,” he gasped, pumping away in her pussy.
“Almost,” she gasped. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, as if trying to hold off her orgasm. She began moaning louder and louder, then squealed.

Greg pulled out and slide down so he was facing her pussy. He plunged two fingers up inside her body and began licking her clit. She squealed, bouncing her pussy up off the bed, feeding it to his mouth. He pumped his fingers in and out of her hot pussy, while licking like a dog lapping spilled milk. She squealed, louder and louder until she stiffened and screamed at the top of her lungs. He continued eating and finger-fucking her juicy pussy, while she heaved and humped her pussy against his mouth. Her orgasm was massive. She tore the bedding off the bed, clenching it in her fists and rolling from side to side. He tried hard to maintain contact with her thrashing pussy. Finally she began to relax, and he knew he would have to stop. He froze, with his fingers still up inside her and his mouth closed around her small child-like pussy. She moaned in decreasing intensity until she lay silent. Suddenly she shot up off the bed.

“Why did you do that?” she asked.
“You didn’t like it?”
“Of course I liked it, it was incredible. But I wanted to feel your hard cock inside me.”
“I wasn’t wearing a rubber,” Greg said simply.
“Oh my God!” she gasped. “I… I forgot.”
“It’s just as well. You had a big orgasm and now I can watch while you finish me.”
“Yes,” she said with a smile. She patted the bed behind her. He slid up, found the pillows and put them behind his back. This was the moment he would always remember. This was the moment he would look down and see that heavenly creature sucking his dick like a common whore. But there was nothing common about her. She flew up and sat on his feet. He loved the feeling of that her ass pressing down on his ankles. She leaned forward and took his cock in her hand, then with a playful look, she again slid her mouth down the entire length, before closing her lips around the base.

“Oh yes,” Greg gasped. She smiled up into his eyes, while she slowly slid up and down on his cock. The suction from her lips was almost painful. He could feel her tongue pressed against the bottom of his cock, adding immensely to his pleasure. She suddenly stopped and licked the head of his cock with her tongue. He jerked up off the bed, starting to object, when she licked the sensitive area at the very end. But she didn’t linger there for long. She moved her closed lips up and down on the left side of his cock, before engulfing it again and bobbing up and down.

Greg had been close to coming before, now the fire in his balls was raging. He knew it would only be seconds. He burned the image of the goddess-like face smiling at him as she swallowed his cock. It would be his best memory. It would be a memory that would eventually spur him on to better things.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “I’m coming,” he gasped, as if in warning. She smiled sweetly, pausing with her mouth on the head of his cock. She sucked diligently, using her tongue to swirl around and around the head. Half of him wanted to scream “stop” but the other half endured the electric thrills rushing through his groin. Grunting with his eyes rolling back in his head, Greg stiffened. His cock began spurting thick cum into her sweet red lips. Her golden tanned cheeks sucked violently, as she milked his cock for it’s juices. Sucking like a straw, she watched his face as she milked his loins of it’s precious cum.

Thrashing around on the bed, Greg shot upright and looked down to watch until she finished him. Sensing that he’d had enough, she released his cock, pulled away, then sucked the last few drops from the head of his cock. He hissed as those beautiful lips touched his cock again, then she released him and rolled off his feet. He missed the soft warmth of her ass on his legs. It was extremely comforting.

“You are wonderful,” he gasped, pulling the blanket over his nakedness, as he watched the sway of her perfect ass make it’s way to the sink.
“It’s good to be appreciated again,” she smiled over her shoulder.
“You should be appreciated, ever single day of your life. I know I will never forget you.”
“Thanks,” she said with sincerity. She placed one foot up on the sink and washed her pussy with a washrag.
“And thanks for remembering to pull out,” she said again. “I had forgotten.”
“You don’t need a pregnancy marring that perfect body of yours,” he said, still admiring her perfect figure.

“I don’t need a pregnancy at all,” she smiled as she returned and bundled up in her robe. She hugged the robe around her body happily, while smiling down at him.
“That’s the way you should look, happy, smiling, and sexy as hell.”
“Shouldn’t… shouldn’t somebody be watching the office?” she asked.

“Oh hell,” he bounced up off the bed. She laughed as he ran into the bathroom and cleaned up, then quickly dressed and led her out of the room. The first thing he saw was Ethan, sitting on the hood of his red Mercedes. He stood and turned to watch the blonde cross the court and enter their room. He glowered at Greg, before hurrying inside his room and slamming the door.

“Fuck you very much,” Greg said, bowing toward the closed door. He turned and unlocked the office. He looked at the clock on the wall, amazed to see it was still only 9:00 o’clock in the evening. It seemed that days had passed, not a short, pathetic hour. How much a life can change in an hour.

A grey Aries K pulled into the court and parked by the front door. The same little old man climbed out which had been there the day before. He looked around timidly, before pushing through the glass door.

“Back again?” Greg asked happily. Nothing could spoil the good mood he was in tonight. He pushed a registration card across the counter with a black ink pen. The man took it, a little surprised, and began writing.
“Same room?” Greg asked.

“No, something closer to the office,” he said. Greg pushed the key to room 1D across the counter. The man again seemed surprised that he had to pay 63 dollars. Greg didn’t feel obligated to explain. As the little man pulled across the court, Greg pulled out the marked-up map of the county. He looked at the red squares in pride. There were six red squares on the map, squares representing his new six acres of land. His six acres encompassed the entire lake front area below Edgewood. The very land that Ethan had said would increase a hundred fold. Boy would he be surprised.

Three days passed, uneventful days. The red Mercedes had left the morning after his divine fuck. He missed her terribly and watched her tape over and over again. Just watching the tape brought back her smell, or the soft touch of her hands. He had to admit to himself, he was infatuated. The funny thing was, he didn’t even know her name.

“Bow Weevil!” Greg shouted at the television. He watched as the guy paused in indecision, then was buzzed out. Alex Trivet knew the answer, of course. Those assholes were so damned smug, when they could read the answers off a card.

“What is the Weevil?” Alex said condescendingly.
Lights flashed on the wall. Greg turned to see the red Mercedes pull up at the office door. His heart quickened, until he saw that only Ethan climbed out of the car. Ethan stormed inside the office and stood glaring down at him.

“I just found out,” Ethan said in a threatening manner.
“Oh good, I’m so glad,” Greg said sarcastically.
“You bought up lots 111 through 153 in Edgewood.”
“Yes, I did. I’m going to start a fishing camp. Want to buy in?”
“You found out, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but tell your boyfriend that your secret is safe with me,” Greg said with a smile.
“You found out we are developing Edgewood,” he accused.
“I don’t see how you can develop property that you don’t own. Now if you have a formal complaint, or accusation, please get on with it. If you are not here for a room, then get to hell out.”
“We have other options,” he said happily. “Edgewood was only one of a hundred such places. I will simply move on,” he said.
“Then move on,” Greg said in a bored voice.
“You will be stuck with that property. It will be practically worthless to you.”
“Whatever,” Greg pretended to be bored.
“I just wanted you to know who screwed you,” he said with a smile.
“Oh Ethan?”
“Yes,” he paused at the door.
“I would like you to see a tape. I’m planning on sending it to a certain husband, and perhaps a father. Are you interested?”
Ethan turned a sickly color. He took his hand off the door and took one step back toward the center of the room.
“Well?”
“That’s blackmail,” he said, not for a moment believing that Greg’s threat was an idle one.
“No, just business. If everything goes on as planned, it’s just one of my entertainment tapes. If not…” he left the threat hanging. Ethan turned and started for the door.
“Oh Ethan,” Greg called.
“What!” Ethan roared, spinning around.
“When will development begin at Edgewood?”
“Three months,” he said, without moving his lips. He crashed through the door and sped off down the road.
Greg took out his map and began writing on the squares. “Greg’s Gas Station, Greg’s Marina, Greg’s Grocery Store…”
Greg never did find out who the blonde was. As his wealth increased and he retired a few years later, he married a woman who was quite similar to her. But he never forgot the blonde and never would.

The old man, as it turned out, was the inspector for the hotel chain. Thanks to him, Greg got a nice promotion. He really didn’t need it, he was a millionaire.