Chapter Five
Chapter Five
“Holy fuck,” she said, her head angled high, eyes wide as she took in every corner of the room, “talk about swanky.”
“Yeah, it’s not bad, is it?” said Josh, closing the door behind him, smiling to himself as he watched her gasp in amazement.
Not bad at all
, he thought, staring at his new friend’s tight ass, her skin-tight shorts outlining her cheeks perfectly. Stepphy, he decided, certainly deserved a bonus for her fantastic work on booking his holiday.
The room itself was nice, but nothing special. But compared to some of the places he’d seen around here, it was practically majestic. It was clean, for one thing. And large. With a balcony with a perfect view of the sea. When he thought about some of the places he’d stayed when he was in his twenties, this may as well have been The Ritz.
“You should see where
we’re
sleeping,” she said as she walked out onto the balcony.
“We?” he asked, following her outside. The sun was hot, but the breeze this high up was refreshing, invigorating. A jolt of panic shot through him, did she have a boyfriend? Was she here to make him jealous? He looked her up and down, it wouldn’t take a man much to lose his mind over a woman like that. Hell, he’d lost his mind already.
“Me and my friends,” she said, turning to face him as she leaned back on the balcony railing, her breasts pushed forward as she did so.
He sighed, a sense of relief flooding his system even as the tension from the shot of adrenaline continued to course through his system, putting every single nerve in his body on high alert.
“Three of us cramped together in one bed, barely enough room to move.” The thought of her and her two friends together in bed, their scantily-clad bodies pressed together as they tried to get comfortable in the warm night air. A stray hand reaches out and innocently touches a bare thigh, releasing a moan, then repeated with intent, moving closer, soft bodies pressed one another as lips meet for the first time, soft and sweet, innocent at first, but knowing just precisely what to do.
“But that’s all part of the fun, right?” she asked.
“Sorry?” he asked, snapping back to reality.
“Slumming it,” she said, “with your besties. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
“Wouldn’t I?” he asked, taking a step forward.
“You don’t seem the type of man to settle for anything less than perfection.” She stretched out her leg and ran her bare foot up his leg.
“I have to admit I’ve become accustomed to the finer things in life,” he said.
“How fine?”
“So fine,” he said, “but I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty.”
“
How
dirty?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Maybe I would,” she said, sliding her leg up further, pressing the top of her foot into the crotch of his shorts. He followed as she brought her leg closer to herself, pulling him in until his body was pressed against hers. “Maybe I would.”
He leaned in and kissed her as her thigh rubbed against his hard cock, her hands on his back, pulling him closer. Her lips were softer than he could have ever imagined, with a sweetness that matched her personality. She moaned into his mouth as her lips parted, her tongue flicking into his mouth, teasing him, daring him to go further. He slid his hands over her hips and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer as she rubbed herself up against him. She moaned louder as his fingers slid down her shorts and his fingertips brushed against the exposed bottom of her asscheeks, her skin soft and warm, causing his cock to throb as his desire to touch her continued to rise, his need to feel more of her skin, to feel her naked body against his, to taste the sweetness of her desire.
She pulled her mouth from his, a small gasp escaping her shiny wet lips.
For a second he was worried she had changed her mind, that he had done something wrong, but all thoughts flew out of his mind as she grabbed him by the lapels and rolled him, turning him and pushing his back into the railing. He gasped at the sudden sensation, the feeling he was falling, his stomach churning, but she was there, her petite Asian body pinning him to the railing, her leg pressed firmly between his, his between hers.
She moaned as she kissed him, this time quick and hard as she rocked against him. It was as if she had been testing him, feeling him out, and now that she was satisfied he had what she needed, she let herself go completely.
He ran his hands down the back of her t-shirt, feeling her soft skin as her t-shirt rode up her back, his hands feeling more as he slid them up underneath, her body toned and firm.
He ran his hands down, slid back down to her shorts, and she moaned into his mouth, kissing him harder as he grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to him, her breasts pressed firmly into his chest, beads rattling as her body rubbed against his.
She reached down between their bodies, her hand sliding down the front of his shirt and beyond, her slender fingers desperately searching until they found what they were looking for.
“Fuck,” she said, as she caressed his hard cock through his shorts, “you’re so fucking big.”
She ran her other hand up under his shirt, her fingers tracing his abs as she continued to work him through his shorts, and he slid one hand up under the back of her t-shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, as the other hand moved down her ass and between her legs.
She moaned as his fingers began to move in circles over the bottom of her shorts, as she rocked her hips, both of them desperate for more, desperate for her denim shorts to be out of the way.
“Wait,” she said, pushing away from him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t –”
She put a finger to his lips to quieten him and then dropped to her knees. She ran her fingers over the outline of his hard cock as she looked up at him and then, without breaking eye contact, pulled his shorts and boxers down.
He sighed with relief as she yelped and jumped back slightly as his hard cock sprung free and nearly hit her in the face. Then she laughed, then she didn’t. She knelt there in front of him and his throbbing cock, examining him from all angles, as if trying to work out what she could possibly do with such a thing.
After a moment, she kissed the tip, the first drop of his precum covering her lips, and he watched as the tip of her tongue slid out and precisely licked it away, before she carefully took his cock in her hand and with loose fingers began to slowly pump him.
“Do you like that?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Very much so,” he said, smiling as he watched a smile spread across her face. “Oh fuck,” he said, leaning his head back against the railing as she tightened her grip and worked him faster.
He groaned, long and slow, as she lifted his cock and slowly ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft, her tongue flicking against the tip, licking up another drop of precum.
“How about that?”
“That’s magical,” he said, groaning as she licked him again, faster this time, then again, her tongue exploring his cock as she covered it in her saliva.
“If that’s magical,” she asked, holding him loosely in her hand, her thumb gently moving in small circles over the tip of his cock, spreading his precum over it, “what would you call this?”
She pulled her hand away from his cock and, in one smooth motion, took it in her mouth.
“
Holy fuck
,” he cried, leaning back on the railing, as her lips slid effortlessly down to the base of his cock, holding him deep, the tip pressed into the back of her throat, the muscles rubbing against it as they contracted.
He looked down at her as she knelt in front of him as they enjoyed his balcony, the sound of revellers in the pool rising up from far below as the sun shone from high above. Her eyes were wide and wet as she held him deep in her throat. He reached down and stroked her short, dark hair, letting out a low moan as she began bobbing up and down gently, rubbing the tip of his cock against the back of her throat as she sucked at him.
Then, eyes locked on his, she slid her lips up his shaft, and let his cock fall out of her mouth. She breathed deeply, smiling, her lips shiny and wet, his cock slick with her saliva.
She took a breath and smiled, and began quickly stroking his shaft, thoroughly lubricated from her throat.
He watched her working him, her eyes hungry, her tits and beads bouncing as her hand slid effortlessly back and forth over his wet cock. She was a vision of absolute perfection, and his hands tensed as he held onto the balcony railing, fighting back the urge to let go and cum all over her pretty face as she serviced him on her knees.
He sighed with relief as she finally let go of his cock and stood up, thankful for a moment of rest. She leaned into him, her body pressed against him, her warm breath on his ear as she pressed her lips against it and whispered,
“Come sit down.”
She turned and walked into the apartment, hips swaying with effortless confidence, as if she owned the place. He watched with amazement as she stopped in the balcony doorway, then gave a quick look over her shoulder to make sure she had his attention, delivering a cheeky wink, before disappearing around a corner.
Happy to play the obliging host, Josh stepped out of his shorts and boxers that sat around his ankles and followed her into his apartment.
Directly in front of him was an easy chair, positioned to give a perfect view of the ocean through the balcony doors. She sat there waiting, one leg draped over the other, her legs so smooth he wanted to drop to his knees and touch them, kiss them, to part them and feel them squeeze against his head as she draped them over his back, her perfect smooth slit pressed against his eager mouth.
Instead, she smiled, uncrossed her legs and stood, then gently patted the seat where she had been sitting. She stood there, waiting patiently as he walked over and sat down, his wet cock still throbbing.
“Good boy,” she said, smiling, “now, take off your shirt.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said playfully, his cock twitching as she giggled with delight, her tits bouncing as she bounced on her heels, watching as he undid the buttons of his shirt with far less hesitancy than at the side of the pool earlier.
Fuck
, he thought to himself as the memory flashed back into his mind,
was that just earlier?
It felt like a lifetime ago.
She stood there patiently, biting her bottom lip as she watched, her eyes devouring his body as his shirt parted, exposing first his chest and then his abs, his fingers working closer to his cock as he moved down the shirt.
“Mmm, very nice,” she said, examining him thoroughly, her arm rubbing against her nipple as she fingered the beads around her neck, “now off.”
She held her other hand out and as he took off the shirt, he handed it to her. She ran the material gently over her face, inhaling deeply the scent of his cologne and skin from it, then tossed it behind her back.
“I think we’re a bit unevenly dressed,” he said, now completely naked.
“Hmm,” she said, giving it some serious thought, “that’s true.” She stepped forward and took off the voluminous beads from around her neck and placed them over his head. “Now,” she said, holding back a laugh as he sat there, a forty-year-old man wearing nothing but a hearty collection of Spring Break beads, “we’re both wearing something.”
He stared at her a moment, putting on his best ‘thoroughly unimpressed’ face, the one he had perfected since he hired Stepphy, until she finally relented.
“Oh, ok,” she said, throwing her hands into the air, “if you insist.”
“I do,” he said, watching as she reached for the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it off, freeing her breasts in one effortless movement.
He sat there, mesmerised by her perfection, her breasts seemingly even more magnificent than when she had first exposed them down by the pool.
“Happy now?” she asked, hands on hips, t-shirt hanging loosely from her fingers.
“Very.”
“Good,” she said, smiling as she playfully draped her t-shirt over his shoulder, leaning in close, her lips nearly touching his. He felt her breasts bounce gently against his chest, her firm nipples pressing against him as she dropped to her knees, placing her hands on his thighs. “We like that.”
She ran her hands up and down his bare legs as she leaned in and kissed the sides of his shaft, flicking her tongue over him as she moved from one side then the other, her soft lips sliding up and down each side as she slipped a hand between his legs and began to gently caress his balls.
He rested his arms on the armrests and felt like a king being serviced by a nubile concubine as he sat there, watching her servicing him, her hands moving carefully as she worshipped his cock, looking up at him with wide eyes as she slowly ran her warm, flat tongue up the underside of his shaft, raising herself on her knees as she licked up and over the wet tip, licking up his precum.
“Mmm,” she moaned with satisfaction, licking her lips as she slowly stroked his cock with her loose fingers, teasing out another drop of precum, before she leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth.
His hands gripped the armrests on the chair, his fingers digging in firmly as she moved her plump lips quickly up and down his shaft, sucking at his cock as her tongue lapped at the underside as it moved in and out of her mouth.
“Fuck,” he moaned, trying to think of anything other than her sweet mouth on his cock, her head bobbing faster as she moaned and sucked and slurped at him. He tensed himself, trying not to unload too quickly into her warm throat and he groaned as she did the exact opposite, her fingers fondling his balls more intensely, massaging them and making it all the harder for him not to cum.
He thought of work, the piles of paperwork that awaited him on his arrivals, dozens if not hundreds of emails about the most minor of things which would inevitably take up days of his life, of Stepphy lying naked on his desk, her slim legs spread as her fingers worked her tight, neat pussy, the perfect gift for returning to vacation.
He shook his head as he cleared the thought. He had never thought of Stepphy that way, so why was he thinking about that now? His answer came rushing to him as the young woman kneeling between his legs pressed his cock deep into her throat as she continued to massage his balls.
Fuck
, he thought, she really
did
remind him of Stepphy. Bigger tits, of course. But they were both pretty Asian women who were half his age, both with strong personalities, both women he had an insatiable need to…
He groaned with pleasure as she looked up at him, their eyes meeting. He could feel her throat contracting as she swallowed, her head turning side-to-side as she massaged the tip of his cock with the back of her throat, and he was certain he was going to cum. But right before he did, she pulled herself up and his soaking-wet cock slipped out of her mouth, her warm saliva dribbling down his shaft and over her fingers as she continued to massage his balls.
She breathed deeply and licked her shiny wet lips.
“Now,” she said, between deep breaths, her breasts heaving as she did so, “I’ve never done this before, but…” she hesitated for a moment, almost shy, he thought, as if she hadn’t just had his cock deep down her throat, “would you like to fuck my tits?”
He looked down at her giant breasts, so warm and inviting and his cock twitched just at the thought of it.
“More than anything.”
She smiled brightly and leaned down and gave the tip of his cock a kiss, then let out a dribble of saliva onto the tip, lubricating him further as her warm fluids dribbled down his shaft.
“Ok,” she said, giggling nervously and he realised she probably
hadn’t
done this before.
She shuffled closer, her petite body pressed between his spread legs, her body warm against him. She was so perfect and soft that felt he had to have her. She adjusted her position once again. He breathed deeply, preparing himself for the next round, the sweet aroma of her perfume flooding his system.
She smiled and he softly stroked her hair as she leaned forward and wrapped her tits around his cock. They were warm and soft and heavy on his body. He smiled comfortingly as she smiled nervously then began to slowly move.
He took a deep breath, embracing the feeling of her tits on his cock, already so wet with her saliva and his precum that as she moved, her chest was perfectly lubricated, her tits moving up and down his cock with ease.
“Like this?” she asked, her hands on her breasts, fingertips disappearing into the soft flesh as she held them firmly, pressing them together as he watched her slide them up and down his cock, his wet tip appearing between them for a moment before being enveloped by her soft orbs once more.
“Just like that,” he said, exhaling slowly as he gripped the armrests once again.
She moaned with pleasure as she bounced, picking up speed, her breathing getting heavier as she worked him faster, her breasts making a satisfying
slap
as they bounced off his thighs before sliding back up his cock.
He watched as she pursed her lips, letting a long line of her warm saliva dribble down over his cock and her tits, warm and wet as it further lubricated her body as it spread over the both of them.
“I wish you’d used my pussy first,” she said, huffing, not missing a beat, “I’m so fucking wet right now.” Her face was turning red and he wasn’t sure if it was from the exertion of fucking his cock with her tits or from embarrassment, or pure fucking horniness. “It would be perfect to lube up your cock first.”
“Sweetheart,” he said, trying not to imagine sliding into her tight, wet pussy, feeling her walls gripping him as he fucked her, her wetness covering his shaft, trying not to imagine what it would feel like to cum deep inside her perfect body, to fill her fresh, fertile form with his seed, “if I ever used your pussy, I’d never be able to pull out.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” he grunted, trying hard not to cum as she bounced her tits faster on his cock.
“
Oh fuck,”
he moaned as he looked down to see her leaning forward and taking the tip of his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it, her saliva flowing down his shaft as her big tits continued to work him.
He gripped the armrests tighter, but it was too late and he began to rock on his hips, knowing the end was near.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, “I’m going to cum.”
She kept working him, her mouth still on the tip of his cock, tongue still swirling, her wide eyes fixed on him, begging for him to cum. Then, as he released a final groan, she let the tip of his cock drop out of her mouth and began bouncing ever more furiously.
“That’s it,” she cried, “cum for me. I want to see you spill your thick creamy seed all over my milky white tits. Please,
please
, cum all over me.”
He thrust upwards as he came, his ass rising from the chair, the beads around his neck rattling, moaning loudly as she continued working him with her tits as thick ropes of cum shot out of his throbbing cock and landed on her bare skin.
“Oh yes, that’s it,” she cried, as his hot cum coated her chest and her tits, thick ropes dangling from her hard, dark nipples, shaking as she kept going, thick lines shooting up her slim neck, “give me more.”
He kept cumming as she kept working him, massaging his thick semen into her breasts as she kept rubbing his cock between them, demanding more and more, which he gladly provided, his body tensing as his cock continued to throb, sending waves of pleasure and release through his body in equal measure as he emptied his balls over her perfect body as she begged for more, until he was completely spent and he fell back in the chair.
“Oh my god,” he gasped, breathing heavily, his hands gripping the armrests, but not so tightly as before, the sense of relief palpable. He looked down at the smiling woman kneeling between his legs, her perfect breasts still slowly moving up and down his cock, coaxing the last drops out of him as his already-spilt semen spread all over her chest.
Finally satisfied, she let go and leaned back, also breathing heavily.
She gingerly ran two fingers over her breasts, playing with his hot cum as she looked down at the coating he had given her. He watched as her hand went to just under her neck, stroking where the first powerful ropes of his cum hand landed.
“You didn’t have any beads,” she said, “but at least you had the decency to give me a pearl necklace!”
She laughed and ran her fingers over his cum, rubbing it into her skin like a lotion, embracing being covered in his semen.
His cock twitched as he watched her run her fingers over one of her nipples, collecting a hanging rope of cum on her fingertip and, bringing it to her lips, sucking the tip clean, moaning with satisfaction as he swallowed down his tribute.
She smiled as she watched him watching her swallow his cum then, with a sparkle in her eye, lifted her other cum-covered breast and brought it to her mouth, moaning loudly as she took her own nipple in her mouth, sucking his seed from her body.
She let the cleaned tip fall from her mouth, laughing as she licked her lips, then continued to scoop up his cum with her fingers, then sucking it off them, swallowing it down as he watched her from his throne.