Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2005 11:20:43 -0500
From: kicky1000@yahoo.com
Subject: Do You Like What You See?

			 Do You Like What You See?

				    by

				Little Dan

When they first built the Shelton Hotel across the street from my
apartment, I was upset.  I was on a high floor and had a spectacular view
of the whole city.  There had been low buildings there before, so I would
lie in bed every night facing my big picture window and watch the stars
twinkling in the night sky.  Far below me, I could hear the sounds of the
city.  The traffic horns.  The fire engines. The ambulances.  I was high
up near heaven.

Then they blasted the low buildings.  A lovely vase that had been my
grandmother's fell off the coffee table and smashed onto the floor.
Bastards!  I had heard that the hotel they were going to build was going
to be thirty stories high.  I was on the eighteenth floor.  I was
worried.

It was a large hotel.  It took up the whole block across the street.  But
it started out with low foundations.  And every day, fretfully I watched
as those foundations grew.  Floor by floor.  Taller and taller.
Eventually the steel girders were stretching far above my head, and I
knew that when the concrete and glass followed, I would never again see
my stars.

It took two years, but eventually the hotel was completed, and on
February First it opened for business.   I was out doing my shopping, and
as I passed the hotel, I saw guests arriving in taxicabs from the
airport, about to check in.  The guests were mostly male, and I realized
that it would be catering mostly to businessmen, coming into town for
meetings and conventions.

All these handsome preppy men in their thirties, forties, and fifties,
carrying their suitcases and their laptops.  All in freshly pressed
business suits, white shirts, and expensive ties.  Sometimes they would
tighten the knot of the tie, and I would see a gold wedding band on the
fourth finger.

I have my girlfriend, Emily.  We've been going out for years.  She stays
over about once a week, and we have sex.  I get all hot when she tells me
about all the other men she has sex with, the rest of the week.  Emily is
very promiscuous, and loves to get fucked.  And I love to hear about it.
Certainly my sex life is not that exciting.  I'm really not good at
meeting people.  And it's much easier for a girl to pick someone up for
sex, than for a guy.  With all these exciting encounters going on, I
can't imagine why Emily still sees me.  She knows I'll never get
married.

And Emily is a dynamite lady.  Slender, long blonde hair, clear blue
eyes, ample firm bust, narrow waist, ample firm buttocks, and legs that
come almost up to her shoulders.  She also has narrow ankles.  I love
narrow ankles.  "Why does she even bother with me?"   I keep asking
myself that question, but I really know that I'm good-looking. And also
I eat pussy better than anyone else in the city.  Emily loves to get oral
sex.  She needs her clit stimulated in order to orgasm.  She insists she
doesn't have a g-spot in her vagina.

Emily and I used to make love with the night sky and the stars as our
backdrop.  But no more.  Now my view is windows and windows and windows
of that accursed hotel facing me.  I have to draw the drapes now, when
Emily comes over.  I have to draw the drapes when I get undressed.  I
have to draw the drapes all the time.  There must literally be thirty
windows that can see into my apartment now.  I think five floors of the
hotel on the side which faces my apartment have a perfect view of
everything I do.  I think five floors and about ten windows on each floor
have good visibility into my home.  That's fifty rooms.  Fifty visitors
to our fair city have the ability to spy on me each night.  So now I draw
the drapes.  And mostly I keep them drawn.  So much for the sunlight and
moonlight I had enjoyed before.

I complained about it bitterly to Emily one night when she came over.

"Do you think they can really see us?" She asked.

"Of course," I snapped at her.

She got very quiet.  She was thinking.

"That sounds exciting," she finally said.

"What?" I could hardly believe my ears.

"You know what," she said sagely.  "All those people watching.  I'm
getting tingly just thinking about it."

"You wouldn't dare," I said.

"Oh, yes, I would," she insisted.  "You don't think it would be
fun?"

"No," I protested angrily.

"Think about it," she urged me.  I pulled the drapes shut and we got
into bed and fucked in the dark.

I started thinking about it.  She phoned me every day and kept talking
about how hot it would be, and it would be such fun, and it was almost
like putting on a show, and she was dying to know the audience reaction.

The day before her next visit, she said,  "You don't have to do it.
You can stand way back out of view, and I'll lie on the bed and play
with myself.  It'll get me really excited.  Please," she begged.

"All right," I finally agreed.

The next night when she came, she carried a large white piece of
cardboard, but she put it in the closet.  She wouldn't let me see it.
She said it was hers, and none of my business.  I had no idea what she
had in mind.  Later, I would find out.

After dinner, which she cooked, we went into the bedroom and started to
fool around a little.  I closed the drapes and we were on the bed,
kissing and playing with each other.   I was squeezing her beautiful
tits, and she was moaning, and we were sucking tongues.  I stuck one
finger under her dress, and worked it up under her panties, until it was
deep inside her steaming pussy.  I started flicking her clitoris.  She
was going crazy, bucking up against my hand, her legs flying in the air.

We got undressed, and I crawled between her legs and began licking her
sensitive areas.  Her hand was pressing my head down into her crotch and
her legs were wobbling helplessly on each side of my face.

"Oh, baby.  That's it.  That's so good.  A little more tongue, honey.
Yes.  Right there.  Yes.  Oh, yes.  I love it.  Flick. Flick.
Yeeesssss."  Nobody could do that like I could.

I figured it was time, so I moved my face away and began kneewalking my
penis toward her primed receptacle.

"No," she said, pushing on my chest.

"No?"  I was dumbfounded.  "Why not?  What's wrong?"

"I want you to open the drapes."

"I told you, I'm not going to fuck you in front of all those windows,"
I reminded her.

"And I told you, you didn't have to.  I'll just play with myself, and
see what happens.   Go over to the far end of the room, where no one can
see you."

I did as she suggested.  She got up and turned on all the lamps.  The
room was ablaze with light.  Then she walked to the window and pulled
open the drapes. Next, she climbed back on the bed directly facing the
large window, and started playing with her tits and pussy.  I quietly sat
down in a chair at the far end of the room and waited.

We talked a little, but she kept her face toward the window, watching,
watching.

"Anything yet?" I asked

"I'm not sure.  I think I saw one of the curtains move a little."  She
redoubled her efforts.  She licked her lips.  She stuck her finger in her
vagina, and raised it to her lips.  She licked her finger lasciviously.
She waved across to the window where she had detected curtain movement.

"There's definitely someone watching," she said.  "The way the
curtain is fluttering, it looks like someone is jerking off.  But it's
dark. I can't really say for sure."

She blew a kiss across to the fluttering curtain.  She reached over to
the lamp beside the bed and started turning it on and off.  Then she
stretched out her arms in supplication.

"He's opening the curtain," she told me.  She started nodding her head
happily, and making an `o' with her thumb and index finger.

"The light just went on," she said.  "Wait.  He's coming back to the
window.  He's nude.  He's got a hard-on.  A big one," she narrated.
"He's looking at me, and jerking off in front of the window.  Oh. He's
cute.  He's so cute.  I want him."  I was happy for Emily, but I was
too far back.  I couldn't see anything.

Apparently, for the next five minutes, she was playing with herself and
he was playing with himself.  I was sort of caressing my penis, but I
wasn't all that excited.  Suddenly she put her hand up in front of her,
as if telling him to wait.  She scooted from the bed to the closet, and
withdrew her big cardboard.  She ran to the window and held it in front
of the glass.  But not too close.  She needed light from the room to
illuminate it.

"What's that?"  I asked again.

This time she answered my question.  "It's your telephone number," she
informed me.   I wrote it very big with a red crayon."

"What?  Are you crazy?" I asked her.  Flashing my phone number across
the street to some stranger jerking off in a hotel room.  I was
appalled.   I scrunched down on the floor, where I could see across, but
he couldn't see me.  He was reading the phone number and nodding.  He
was writing it down on a piece of paper.  He posed in front of his window
for a few more minutes, in a few more positions, to show his hefty cock
off.  He was so proud of the damned thing.  Then he held his hand to his
face, mimicking a telephone and disappeared back into the room.

About two minutes later, the phone on the night table rang.

"Hello," answered Emily in a lush sexy voice, picking up the receiver.
"Do you like what you see...?   Thank you.  You look great too.  Very
sexy... Yes, I love your big cock.  Do you like my pretty
pussy...?  Oh, yes.  Oh, yes.  I love the way you talk.  Yes.  I would
love to have your big thick dick inside my wet, tight little pussy.  I
can almost feel it now.  It feels so big, and so demanding, and so, how
can I put this? Male.  I love your big thick cock.  Yes.  I want it
inside my hot cunt, baby.  Give it to me.  Give it to me."

He had moved back in front of the window with the telephone in his left
hand.  With his right hand, he was pulling his pud.  I was starting to
pull my own pud a little.  Emily, had been right.  This was exciting.
As Emily spoke to him, she played with her beautiful breasts and her
vagina.  Her legs were splayed wide open.

"Yes," she said.  "Why don't we get together?  Would you like me to
come over there, sweetie...?  Uh, huh.  Uh, huh.   Well, what's your room
number?  1944?  Yes.  Yes. I want you so bad too, sweetie.  Yes.  But you
know what.  If I have to go out, I have to get dressed and put on fresh
makeup.  Such a nuisance.  Would you mind terribly coming over
here...?  Oh, great.  That would be just great.  Yes.  It's 972 East 53rd
Street.  Ring 18L.  Yes.  Yes.   Oh. I can't wait to see you, honey.  My
name?  Emily, sweetie.  What's yours?   Okay, Ted.  I'll see you in a
few minutes.  I'm waiting for that gorgeous prick of yours...Bye,
sweetie.  See you as soon as you can cross the street."

She hung up the receiver and smiled at me.  I was in shock.

"But I'm here," I enlightened her.  "Won't he be a little miffed to
find another man here?"

"You're going into the closet," she told me.  "We'll keep the door
open a little.  You'll be able to see everything."

At first I was a little put off, but the idea started growing on me.
What would it be like to watch Ted fucking my girlfriend, Emily?  I was
starting to get stiff again.

The intercom rang.  Elaine ran into the hall and picked up the house
phone.  "Ted, baby.  You're here.  At last, you're here.  Yes.  This
is Emily.  Come right on up."  She buzzed him in and hung up the phone.
Then she got me into the closet in a good position, where I couldn't be
easily seen, but I could easily see out.  I was now facing the foot of
the bed. I would be looking right up her snatch.

Emily just had time to pull the drapes shut, when the front doorbell
rang.  She ran to the front door, and standing behind it to shield her
naked body from the hallway, she opened it.

"Ted. Come on in," she invited.

He came on in and she locked the door.  I heard her kissing him in the
foyer.

"Oh, Ted.  We finally meet.  At last.  Let me feel that big cock of
yours, right through your pants...Yes.  Yes.  It's so nice...Come on,
baby.  Let's go into the bedroom."

They entered the bedroom, and now I could see them.  Ted was a cute,
young guy in his thirties.  He wasn't too tall, but he was muscular.
Like he worked out at the gym a lot.  He was, what they call, humpy, I
think.  He had dark hair in a crew cut.  And on his left hand, he had the
ubiquitous wedding ring.  He was the paradigm of the perfect small-town
or suburban husband.

"Where are you from, Ted?" asked Emily.

"Youngstown, Ohio," he answered proudly.

"Youngstown.  How great.  I've never been there.  What brings you to
our fair city?"

"I have a conference I have to attend," he explained.

Get undressed, honey," Emily directed him.  He immediately began to
comply.  He wasn't shy.

"Do you do this kind of thing often?" he asked her.

"You probably won't believe me, but this is my first time.  I only wish
I'd thought of it before."

"Well, lucky me that I was across the street in my room, when you
thought of it."  He had taken off his shoes, socks, pants, shirt, and
was pulling his undershirt over his head.  Now he was only in his `made
in china' striped boxer shorts.

"Come on, baby.  Don't keep me in suspense," Emily kidded him.  He
stretched the elastic on the boxers and began to lower them down his
legs.  He had to stretch the elastic quite a bit to get it past his
enormous hard dick.

He was pink-skinned and smooth, and when he turned his back to the
closet, I admired his large, firm, round buttcheeks.  They were much
firmer than mine.  I think they call that a bubblebutt.  I hadn't been
in the habit of looking at other men, but I have to admit, he looked
pretty good.  Emily climbed on the bed, and stretched out her left arm.
She pulled him down beside her.  His crew cut was now resting upon my
goose feather pillows.

Emily spread his legs and crawled between them.  She started sucking on
his impressive knob.  "MMMMmmmm.  MMMMmmmmm," she appreciated.  He
mirrored her sentiments and began lifting his ass off the bed to get more
cock into her mouth.  He held her head down, as he speared past her uvula
and into her throat.  She choked and sputtered a little, but she took
it.  When she finally lifted her mouth off his long shaft, it was only to
move down, and begin sucking on his tight, fuzzy balls.

"Ooohhh, wow," he said.  "That's great, Emily.  That's so great.
Suck my balls.  Suck my big balls.  Go under my balls...Yes.  Right
there.  Right under my balls.  Between my balls and my asshole.  Lick it,
baby.  Lick it.  Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah."  He raised his ass off the bed
and lifted his legs in the air, as he pressed upon her head.  He was
trying to make her lick his tight little asshole.  But she wouldn't do
it.  She forced her head higher.

"MMM.MMM," she said,shaking her head.  "Momma doesn't do that.  Momma
doesn't lick assholes.   You want to fuck momma now?  You want to put
your big daddydick into momma's tight little pussy?"

"Yes.  I want to put my big daddydick into momma's tight little
pussy," he repeated, and flipped her over onto her back.  He climbed on
top of her, and grabbed his penis in one hand to insert it accurately
into her tight little pussy.  It went in.  He sank down on her chest, and
began hunching his asscheeks, fucking her.  With his hands, he kneaded
her two large perfect breast implants, and then sank his jaws down and
began feeding on first one, then the other. Yes. Emily had been
surgically enhanced.  She was not about to let nature dictate her
appearance.

I had a perfect view of his cock moving into her hole.  On the outstroke,
I could see that it was wet and shiny.  She put her hands on his tight
rump and assisted him to hump.  I had front row center on his powerful,
muscular buttcheeks as he speared his long dick into my girlfriend.  His
balls weren't swinging against Emily's ass, though.  They were too
tight. Too high. On the outstroke, I could even see the clenched pink
little ring between his asscheeks.

What a view.  I had never been much into porno films.  But this was
live.  Right in front of me.  Sight. Sound. Smell.  Everything.  And I
was hidden in the closet.  He didn't suspect he was being observed. I
had my own personal reality show.  This was so fucking exciting.  I
started playing with my, now, very hard dick.

Emily was so hot, I could actually see the juices running out of her
pussy onto my fitted sheet.  "Oh, yes, baby, yes.  You know how to fuck
a girl, don't you?"

"I sure do," he panted.  "I've been practicing since I was thirteen.
My cock is a lot bigger now than it was when I was thirteen.  You like my
big cock?"

"Give it to me, baby.  Fuck it into my pussy."

All of a sudden the two of them started hip smacking double time.  Ted
was gasping and groaning.  Finally he was screaming.  And I knew that he
was shooting by the way his asscheeks kept tightening and dimpling.  When
she felt his hot cream in her cunt, Emily started screaming, and grinding
her cuntlips against his pubic hairs in a frenzy.  She was coming too.
In the closet, I felt my own spunk shoot out of my tortured lonely dick.
I had come almost spontaneously.  Just from excitement.  No pounding.  No
grinding.  Just a couple of my own light finger touches, and the passion
of the moment.  I had to restrain myself mightily, not to also scream,
the way they both had just screamed.

Nuts.  I noted that some cum had landed on my freshly cleaned and pressed
charcoal gray suit.  Back to the cleaner.

Ted and Emily kissed and nuzzled a few more minutes.  Then he got up,
went into the bathroom to wash off, and finally stooped down to pick his
striped boxers off the floor.   He stretched the elastic again.  But this
time he stepped into them.  First the left foot.  Then the right foot.
Then his beautiful buttcheeks were once again hidden from me.

They chatted as he dressed.  Emily was just lolling on the bed.  I was
lolling in the closet, dying for him to leave so I could come out into my
bedroom.

It was another quarter of an hour, before she led him to the door, and
locked it behind him.  I burst out of the closet.

"Finally," I said.

"You came out of the closet," she said jokingly.  I gave her a wry
face.

"Did you have a good time?"  I asked.

"Need you ask?" she asked.  "You were there."

"Yes."  I made another wry face.

"Did you have a good time?" she asked me.

"I came," I told her.

"You didn't???"

"Yes. I did," I assured her, and showed her my crusty penis.

"So I guess you aren't in the mood to fuck now?" she asked me.

"I just came," I repeated.   She shrugged her shoulders.  We both
washed up and went to bed.

I decided that his was too thrilling not to repeat.  But I didn't want
to spend any more time in the closet.  I told Emily that from here on in
we would foreplay on the bed in front of the big window.  If we attracted
someone, it would be as a couple.  Emily was thrilled.  She loved groups.

When we got up the next morning, I went into the hotel, up to the
nineteenth floor and charted all the room numbers.  I found 1944, and
figured out all the rooms that were facing my apartment.  And double
checked on the other floors.

I returned to the apartment, and Emily and I charted out every room
number facing us.  Which would be the next curtain to flutter?

Unfortunately, Emily's schedule was so fully booked that I had to wait a
whole week for her next regular overnight visit.  I was chomping at the
reins.  I couldn't wait to play in front of the window and see what
would happen.  Would we actually get a taker?  Would I be part of a
three-way?  My heart was pounding in my chest.  I jerked off every night
(with the drapes drawn, of course.)

The following week, after dinner we retired to the bedroom.  We both got
undressed, and after lighting the room properly and opening the drapes,
we arranged ourselves on the bed, and began to lick and squeeze.  The two
of us were eying the window, anxiously.

I licked her pussy.  She licked my cock.  I licked her tits.  She licked
my balls.  We turned and we rolled.  We rolled over each other.  First I
was on top of her.  Then she was on top of me.  She stretched out my
prick for good visibility.  She faced the window and spread her legs
wide, playing with her snatch, while I kneeled over her face and fed my
thick needle between her lips.

"I think I see something," she said.

"Really?"

"Yes.  I'm sure.  The curtains in room... "She glanced over at the
room plan on the night table.  "Room 2042.  Yes. 2042.  They're
fluttering.  Yes. They're definitely fluttering.  Someone's standing
peeking from the left side, and the curtains are fluttering."

We kissed each other deeply.  Then we broke our kiss and Emily looked
brazenly up at 2042 and smiled widely.  Then she reached for the phone
next to the bed and punched a number.  "Shelton Hotel," the hotel
switchboard answered.  I had my ear close to the receiver, eagerly
listening.  We were both giggling.

"Room 2042, please," said Emily.

I heard them ringing the room. Then curtains stopped fluttering.  Then
someone picked up the phone.  A man.

"Hello," he said, nervously.  I think he knew.

"Do you like what you see?" asked Emily in her sexiest voice.

"I sure do," said the voice.

"What's your name, baby?" breathed Emily.

"Alex," he answered.  "What's yours?" He had come back to the window
with the phone in his hand, and pulled open the curtains.  His room was
still semi-dark, but we could see his outline against the glass.

"Emily," she said, and she waved.  "And this is Roy."

I waved my hand in his direction.

"Turn on the light, so we can see each other," Emily told him.

"Hold on," he said.  He moved away from the window, and some lamps went
on.  He returned and stood facing us, the phone still in his hand.

Alex was very tall and thin. But strong looking.  From this far away, he
looked handsome with this deep-set eyes, prominent cheekbones and firm
chin.  The hand that wasn't holding the phone, was stroking his dick
through his pants.  He hadn't yet taken it out.  What fortitude.  But
now, as he held the phone in his left hand, he started undressing with
his right hand.  Emily kept spurring him on with "Oh, yes.  Oh, yes."
Finally he stood there nude, caressing a large hard-on.

"Where are you from, Alex?" asked Emily.

"Butte, Montana," he said.

"What a long distance," Emily exclaimed.  "What brought you here?"

"A convention," he explained.  "I'm one of the national chairmen of
the American Rodeo Association."

"A cowpoke," said Elaine to Alex, and she and I smiled at each other.

"Yes, ma'am," he assented.

"Well, cowpoke.  How would you like to come over here and join us?"

"I'd like that real well," said Alex.

She gave him the address and apartment number.  We watched as he got
dressed in front of the window.  Then he walked away.  The light went out
in the room.  We waited.  We were giving him time to come down in the
elevator.  To walk through the elegant lobby.  To go out through the
revolving doors.  To cross the street.  To enter our building, and to
buzz.

Buzz.

"There's Alex," announced Emily.  She walked to the intercom and put
the earpiece to her ear.  "Alex?  Come on up, honey."  She buzzed him
in.  We waited as he got into the elevator, pushed 18, opened the
elevator door when it stopped on our floor, and walked down the carpeted
hallway.  He rang.

Emily stood behind the door and let him in.  I went back and lay on the
bed, with my head on the pillows.  Emily brought him in.

"Hello, Alex," I greeted him, and extended my right arm.

"Hello, Roy."  He reached out and we shook hands. The hand hanging at
his side wore the usual gold wedding ring.

"Make yourself comfortable, baby.  We're all alone here," Elaine
said.  As he stripped off his clothes, Emily started sucking on my hard
dick.  I was squeezing her tits.  When Alex got down to his
`manufactured in India' polka-dot boxers, I saw how tented out they
were.  He was so turned on by what Emily and I were doing to each other.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked him.

"Man.  I love what I see."

"Well, climb on the bed and join in," Emily encouraged him.

He spread the elastic waistband, and lowered his drawers.  His dick was
long and thick.  Longer and thicker than Ted's.  Longer and thicker than
mine.  It was so engorged with blood that it looked purple.  It looked
angry.  It looked mean.

I admired his dark hairy chest and his firm male nipples.  I admired his
long, hairy, slender legs, his firm thighs, his narrow waist, his tight
muscled stomach, his perfectly-molded asscheeks.  I was about to have sex
with this man.  I was ready.

He stepped onto the bed with his left knee.  He crawled over to us, his
rigid prick sticking out a lot of inches in front of him.  Emily took her
mouth off my penis, and turned.  Quickly her mouth engulfed his powerful
engine.  He put his left hand around her head.  I could see his wedding
band gleam in her blonde hair.

"Suck my cock, bitch.  Come on. Suck it."

I could see that Alex got off on rough talk.

"Fuck my mouth, honey," Emily instructed him, and pressed her hands
against his hairy buttocks.   I moved down on the bed and got between
Emily's thighs. I started nibbling on her sweet little button.

"Aaaagggghhhhhh," she screamed and her lower body started thrashing
around, even as Alex was fucking her throat.  She was now lying flat on
the bed, and Alex was in push-position over her mouth, and as he bent his
arms, his long penis went deeper and deeper into Emily's gagging throat.

Since everybody was having a good time, we continued this for over ten
minutes.  Finally, my mouth was getting tired, as I'm sure was
Emily's.  And no doubt, Alex must be tired.  He had done over 300
pushups.   We separated from each other, and Alex fell back on the
pillow.

"Roy, honey," said Emily seductively.

"Yes?"

"Why don't you go down on Alex?  Take his big cock into your mouth and
give him a nice blowjob?"

I thought about it for a minute.  "Really?" I asked her.

"Do it for me," she said.

"Okay," I agreed.   I crawled between Alex's hairy thighs.  I put one
hand on his thigh, and I grasped his heavy dick with my other hand.  I
moved it around and looked at it.  It really did look mean.  Finally I
opened my mouth and took it inside.  At least I wasn't flicking now.  My
tongue had gotten a little irritated with all the cunnilingus.  Cuntbeard
induced lingual razorburn.

It was very interesting.  I sucked it.  I tasted it.  I took my mouth off
it.  I got it very wet.  I massaged it with my hand. I put it back in my
mouth.  I felt it fill my mouth.  It was hot.  I felt it pulse on my
tongue.

"Suck my dick, faggot.  Suck my big dick," he yelled at me and forced
my head down.

He was calling me faggot.  I wasn't insulted.  I liked it.  I wanted to
do what he said.  I moved my face down and started tonguing his hairy
nuts.   I started stroking myself as I licked him.  He groaned and
twisted.

"Yeah.  That's it, queerboy.  Take `em in your hot mouth.  Suck my big
balls."

Who was I not to obey?  This was so fucking exciting.  My heart was
pounding.  I moved my mouth back onto his prong and sucked it down my
throat.  Emily, meanwhile, was playing with her tits and pussy, getting
off on it.  She was liking what she was seeing.

Then Emily stretched out on the bed.  "Eat my pussy," she told Alex.
He moved down and began to tongue her.  I could see right away he was not
the tonguemaster I was.

Alex was kneeling between Emily's legs, and I moved down on the bed and
continued to lave his dick and balls.  Then I moved behind him, and began
to lick  his balls from my new position.  Then I began to lick the smooth
flesh between his hairy balls and his hairy assballoons.  He was
spiraling his waist around, enjoying my attentions.

"Fuck me," Emily said.  He wasn't that great in the tongue
department.  A fuck would be better.  She pulled him over her, and
grabbed his angry purple dick.  She eased it into her hole.
"AAAARRGGGG," she screamed joyously as it slipped into her.  She raised
her waist up to him, and their pubic hair was braiding together.

Slap. Slap. Slap.  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.  I kept licking his balls, as he
fucked her.  I kept licking the smooth flesh below his balls.  Suddenly a
crazy desire overcame me.  I moved my tongue higher.  Up between his
fleshy cheeks.  The tip of my tongue sought out his locked pucker.  I
licked.  And I licked. I stuck out my tongue.  Flick. Flick. Flick.

"Oh, God," he screamed.  "Eat my ass.  Eat my asshole, faggot.  That
feels so good.  So fucking good.  Oh, yes.  What a great little faggot
you are."

I felt flattered to get a compliment like that on my first endeavor.

"I want Roy to eat me now," said Emily.  She was stage-directing the
whole scene.  She had taken total control.  It didn't occur to either
Alex or me not to obey her.

I knelt down between her thighs and went full speed ahead.  I knew she
wanted to come.  I could do that for her.

Now Alex got behind me.  He was kneeling behind my asshole.  Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw his face descending?  Was he going to lick my
asshole?

I couldn't believe it.   No.  He wasn't.  He was separating my cheeks
and spitting onto my hole.  He was spitting into his hand.  Five or six
times.  Now he was crawling up, and I felt his angry purple knob touching
my own virgin pucker.

He was going to fuck me.  Emily had my head in her hands against her
pussy, and I didn't even have time to react, before I felt the hot head
of his dick slowly separating my asswalls.  It was going in.  His dick
was going into my ass.

"Take that dick, faggot," he ordered.

"MMMMFFFFF," I answered.

You won't believe this, but it actually felt great.   I felt stuffed.
Stuffed and complete, like the other half of my soul had finally joined
the first half.

I started humming in ecstasy, and my vibrating lips were surrounding
Emily's little clit and just sending her up the wall.

"Oh, yes.  Yes, Roy, baby.  Hum that tune for me.  My pussy loves that
tune."  She was screaming and thrashing around more than I've ever seen
her.

"Oh, my god.  What a hot faggot asshole.  So hot.  So tight.  Squeeze my
dick, faggot.  Squeeze my big dick with your pussy."  That was Alex, of
course.

Emily wasn't so special anymore.  She wasn't the only one here with a
pussy.  My pussy clamped down on his pillaging blunt-ended sword.

"AAAAGGGHHH."  Now he was screaming too.  He was screaming. She was
screaming.  I was humming.

"I'm coming," screamed Emily, and her legs started to jiggle and
vibrate.  Her arms were flailing around and she was gasping for breath.

"I'm coming," screamed Alex, and began smashing his hips against my
ass at NASCAR speed.

I felt his dangling hairy balls swinging wildly between my thighs.  They
were both coming.  I needed to come.  I grabbed my dick and wildly
started to pull on it.  In two pulls, my cum gushed out in waves all over
the sheet.  I was that excited.

We all collapsed on the pillows, side by side.  I was in the middle.
Lucky Pierre. We rested a few minutes, saying nothing.   Then Alex
stretched across my chest and kissed Emily on the mouth.  I could feel
his ribs against my own.  Then he lifted up slightly and I thought he was
just going to lie back down, but no.  Suddenly, he crawled on top of me
and thrust his tongue into my mouth.

"You're the best faggot I ever had," he told me.

"Thank you," I said. What kind words.  I was grateful.  I dug my tongue
into his mouth and we kissed for a few minutes.

"I suppose I'd better be getting back.  I've got to get up early for
my meeting."

Emily and I watched as he pulled on his polka-dotted boxers.  The long
floppy appendage disappeared behind the cotton.  We hated to see it go.
He put on the rest of his clothing and we walked him to the door and
locked it behind him.

"Well?" Emily asked.  "How was it?"

"It was great," I answered enthusiastically.  "When can we do it
again?"

"Next week when I come over, she told me."  I could hardly wait.

In the next few months we had over a dozen visitors.  All handsome young
family men from distant small towns.  All delighted to have stumbled on
the forbidden thrills of the big naughty city.

I fucked, I got fucked.  I sucked. I got sucked. Emily sucked.  Emily got
fucked. Emily received many oralsex orgasms.  We had a good thing going.
When it had been just the two of us, we had settled into a comfortable
routine.  But now every time was an adventure.  We never knew whom we
were going to entice.  Suppose it were someone unattractive?  Suppose it
were someone very very old?  It never was.  We did hope that one night we
might attract a couple, but that never happened.  I guess a couple is in
bed fucking, not looking out the window.

Emily's annual vacation was approaching.  She was going to visit her
sister in California.  For two months.  I eyed the calendar with dread.
What would I do without my Emily?  I would be all alone.  No sex.  No
excitement.  No adventure. I realized that I had gotten hooked on all of
this.  I loved tantalizing voyeurs.  How would I ever live through
Emily's vacation?

After Emily departed, I slept with the drapes drawn.  I slept badly. A
thought occurred to me.  I knew it was ridiculous, but why not?  One day
I did the unthinkable.  I went into a sex shop.

That night, I came up and got undressed.  I opened the drapes and stared
up as far as I could see.  Between my apartment and the hotel, if you
looked straight up, you could almost see the stars.  I climbed on my bed
and faced my picture window.   I took out the dildo I had bought that
morning.  I opened a tube of lubricant.   I worked that thing into my
ass.  Then I withdrew it.  Then I worked it in and out.  All the time, I
was staring at the windows across the street.

Just because Emily wasn't here, that didn't mean that I couldn't do a
performance.   This was performance art, and I was now a performance
artist, I reasoned.  Maybe I wouldn't be getting an artist's grant from
the National Council on the Arts, but I could still perform.  Perhaps
somewhere in this great world, maybe even across the street, I would find
an audience.

I licked my lips and made inviting faces as I looked into all those
windows.  I rolled over onto my belly and stuck a pillow under my
middle.  My ass was now raised up.  I reinserted the dildo and started
slowly moving it in and out, in and out.  Did a curtain just move in
2138.  I could swear that it had.  Yes.  It was fluttering rhythmically.
As if someone were jerking off.  Jerking off, watching the flesh-colored,
penis-shaped, plastic dildo moving in and out of my wanting hole.

I was so excited, I started stroking my cock, but they couldn't see
that.  I was lying face down.  I was so excited I could have shot off
then and there, but I didn't.  I wanted to see how far I could take
this.  I turned my head and looked straight up at room 2138.  I smiled.
I started to hunch my ass, fucking my pillow.  All the time I was smiling
up at room 2138.  I had an audience.  This was so great.

Now was the big test.  I reached over to the night table and got the
phone.  I pressed out the hotel's number.  When the operator answered,
and said "Shelton Hotel, I said, "Room 2138, please."  It rang.

The curtain stopped moving.  Someone was picking up the phone.
"Hello," he said.  It sounded like a young guy.  Another suburban
husband, no doubt.

"Hi," I said in a low sexy voice.  "Do you like what you see?"