good use of it… I would love to see you going through your frigging again… It's such a lovely, randy sight… I know you like me watching you when you do it…”
“You're damn right I love you watching me wanking and if that is what you want I'm going to give you this show… It's just as much a pleasure for me as it is for you… Especially when it makes you horny again… Making you jack off together with me… It's so dirty… so good…”
I opened my legs, my pussy opening like a flower. My garter belt stretched obscenely and I brought my hand to my cunt. The sight I offered brought a moan of pleasure from Jim, who clasped his hand around his prick and shook it to bring it to erection again. Poking two fingers in my sopping slit brought another moan from Jim and his cock quickly rose to its full length. Keeping my eyes fixed on his now rock-hard prick, masterly masturbated by him, I began to jack off.
For some time we were too absorbed in our “work” to speak. We just masturbated in the same rhythm, looking at each other and taking our pleasure in it.
A man is beautiful to behold when he is frigging his prick. The thing seems to have a life all of its own and the mauve head delightfully comes and goes between his fingers. Occasionally a drop of pre-fuck appeared on his cock and, spreading itself over the length of his throbbing dick, it made his cock delightfully wet and shiny. The obscenity of it brought all of my passions to the surface of my being.
“You like me doing this, don't you, Jim? You love to see me frig my cunt… do you see all of it, darling… how good I am at it… I'm working on my clit now… do you see how it loves to be played with… it's quivering under my fingers… it's so hot… so itchy… giving me so much pleasure… I'm pinching it… rolling it between my fingers… two stiff fingers up my slit… a finger on my clit… oh, I love to do these dirty things… when you are watching me… going through the same sort of thing… a man in front of me… wanking his cock… his hard… throbbing prick… oh, how I love it… I'm so good at playing with myself… I've so much practice with it… and with other cunts as well… my girl friends love me doing it for them… Sue loves me doing it… You know Sue, the kitchen maid, don't you… we do it with each other… She has a lovely snatch… so dripping wet… so musky… so tasty… Your wife will love me doing it to her… I'm longing for her to do it to me… sucking her… doing a sixty-nine together… your eyes on us… when we come… creaming in each other's mouth…”
“You're lovely, Mitzy, when you do this… your legs wide… your cunt open under your fingers… frigging deep within your cunt… your clit swollen and red… Your legs in those black nylons… I'm something of a stocking fetishist… I think… Louise, my wife, also wears them… she lets me spunk over them… wanking myself till I spend… after I have found her masturbating when I come home at night… She is always at her snatch when I come home… bringing her slit to a proper wetness… that's what she wants… to be good and wet before I impale her… But sometimes I just can't hold back… I let her go on frigging herself to a spend… I masturbate with her… spunking over her stockings… wetting them… she rubs the spunk in her slit then… smears it over her face… her eyes shining in lust… she comes like a geyser… and I suck up her juices as well as my own… as it is dripping from her slit… oh, yes, you are going to love her and she you… the two of you are going to perform for me… right in front of my face… so I can see the two of you… and smell… the smell of a spunking cunt… the taste of it… two cunts at the same time… maybe we could work something out with even more people… a regular orgy… lovely… lovely…”
I was getting quite excited by his obscene descriptions and I wanted him to come on my stockings… to have him spurting his spunk over my legs. Seeing it shoot out of his cock… at the same time I flooded my fingers with my juices…
I was too far gone with masturbating to bother about being fucked or being sucked… I wanted him to come in this obscene way more than anything else… My spunk was rising in my body and I urged him to come on my stockings… I couldn't hold myself back very much longer… I needed to come! My fingers were flying in and out of my slit in a tremendous speed… I was dripping wet… juice flowing down my legs… Jim jacked off in unison with me, wanking his throbbing dick like a madman… The veins were standing out on his dick and slimy pre-fuck dripped from the tiny slit in the glans… We made a soppy noise-both of us were not far from coming…
And then, suddenly… his first burst of sperm shot out of his cock! It landed exactly on the top of my stocking, right at my hand… I frigged myself at an even more murderous pace and I shouted obscenities at Jim, who moaned and groaned, bringing his sap forth…
“I'm coming… you darling… I'm coming by jacking off… I'm creaming for you, my darling… give me your spunk… all of it… flood me with it… make me sticky with it… give me your sperm… I want it… I waaaaaaan't iiiiit… spunk… spunk… you prick… spunk…”
Still more spunk was landing on my stockings and I couldn't resist the urge to take some up with the fingers of my other hand. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I licked my fingers, closing my eyes in delight as I did so. Wads of sticky sperm were landing on my stockings now and some of it hit my dripping hot-box. He seemed to come endlessly as I rubbed the slimy stuff into my snatch. My cunt hairs were sticky with our mingled juices and the smell in the room…
I was still having my orgasm when Jim, having finished his masturbation, went down on his knees and started to lick my stockings clean of his spendings. He didn't forget to pay ample attention to my snatch and delighted by the dirtiness of it, I let him have his way.
I was enjoying all of it, and even before the throes of my first orgasm had subdued he had me well on my way to another one. I creamed in his eager, sucking mouth and felt completely empty after this last one.
Needing a wash badly, I went up to my room, after resting for a bit in Jim's arms…
CHAPTER FIVE
A few weeks after this rather interesting night in Jim's office, I had another rather interesting experience. Although it might lengthen my story considerably, I still want to relate this one. It's really too good to miss and it's always been one of the more interesting ones.
I was getting quite used to the work in the hotel and I also was getting a feeling about people. Immediately after I saw them, I knew whether they were going to be interesting people or just a part of the unimaginative, dull crowd. Some people just have lasciviousness written on their faces, and if you know what to watch for you hardly ever miss.
This one was an elderly man and a real gentleman to see. Lucky for me, his room was on my floor, so I didn't have to worry about being in places where I was not supposed to be.
Although I knew I had Jim's backing in almost everything I did, I didn't want to push my luck too far, so I was always glad when the interesting people were on my floor.
Some of the maids were not at all like me and Sue, so I didn't want to have anything to do with them. As I already told you, his room was on my floor and every day I cleaned his rooms.
He always looked at me in a most peculiar way, but so far he had not made any advances. He was always in his room when I came to clean it in the morning and he always wanted me to come in and do it when he was there. He looked at me all the time I walked around the room, but so far he had never tried to touch me. He talked to me in a most friendly way and always had a kind word. Still, he had an atmosphere of perverted lust around him and I was terribly fascinated by him. I desperately wished he would start something, but I didn't dare to force my hand. One has to be careful with guests and I was not going to take the first step, no matter how much I would have liked to. One day, however, the whole riddle about his person was solved in an extremely lascivious way.
On that particular morning he was not in his room when I came in. Now, like I told you, this was rather unusual but I didn't pay too much attention to it and just went ahead with my job. Rummaging around his room, I found some pictures.
They were not too carefully stuck away under a couple of shirts, and his wardrobe not being closed, I just couldn't miss them. They were utterly obscene and I never saw anything like it before. In all of them people were fucking or doing other acts of lovemaking. There was, however, something odd about them and at first I didn't quite grasp what it was. But looking them over again, I suddenly saw what it was. In all of the photographs the women were definitely playing the dominating role.
The women themselves were the absolutely dominant type, and it looked as if they were possessing the men. When fucking, it was the woman lying on top of the man. In case of oral lovemaking, it was always the woman sucking the man, bending over to him while he was almost helplessly on his back. When a man was sucking
