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Date: Tue,  4 Oct 1994 21:26:05 UTC
Subject: Hotel Morning (mm, tv, cons)
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I think most TVs dress up because they like it, not because someone
forces them.  This story reflects that belief.  If you are into
forced feminization, etc. look elsewhere.




It was still dark as the first thin threads of wakefulness began
to call me from my sleep.  I don't know how long I lay there in
that in between state, but suddenly I was fully aware of where I
was and with my eyes still closed I smiled as I remembered our
passionate lovemaking of the night before.  How you had sighed as
I had  first driven my cock deep into you.  How you, bent nearly
double with your ankles on my shoulders, had bucked and moaned as
I slowly withdrew my dick almost its full length and then had
plunged it back into your  hot and slippery hole.  How, just
before you started to come, you had  reached down to grab my
thrusting asscheeks and demand that I "Fuck me harder."  As I
opened my eyes the dim light coming in under the door from the
hotel hallway and the light coming in around the securely drawn
drape provided enough light for me to make out, even if somewhat
indistinctly, the shapes, of the objects in the room.  The clock
on the bedside table read 6:30.  To soon would we have to return
to the real world.

Your slow and steady breathing said that you were still asleep. 
I wanted to reach out my hand and stroke your body under the
covers, but I was afraid that would awaken you, so I thought of
you instead.  Feeling the need to answer a "call of nature" I
slipped from the bed as quietly as I could and tiptoed into the
bathroom.  As I tried to slip quietly back into the bed I noticed
that your were no longer asleep.  You had rolled onto your left
side facing me and your right arm lifted the covers.  "Come over
here and kiss me lover" you whispered as I slipped under the
covers and across the bed toward you.  That was an invitation
that didn't need to be issued twice.  As you threw your arms
around my neck to hug me, I moved in to savor you.  First your
lips that still bore the slight taste and waxy smoothness from
your lipstick, now mostly gone.  Then your cheeks where your
morning beard tickled my lips.  Clearly you were going to have to
shave this morning or in public your cute, girlish looks would
suffer a major setback.  From your cheeks I moved down to your
neck where there lingered traces of your Laurent perfume.  All
the while, as you arched your neck to expose more of it to my
lips,  you were purring under your breath and trying to blow in
and nibble on my ear.

Pulling the covers down, I kissed my way further down your neck
and reached your shoulders and encountered the twin straps of
your bra and gown.  The night before I had told you that it
didn't matter to me that you had small "ballerina" breasts, but
you had insisted on wearing your bra and breastforms under your
gown anyway.  You had said:  "A girl should have pride in her
appearance, and besides, they're safety equipment, I'm going to
give you such a ride tonight that you are going to need something
to hang on to."  How could I have argued with logic like that. 
This morning, however, you offered no resistance as I rolled you
onto your back and pulled both pairs of straps off your shoulders
and down low on your arms so I could free your little breasts and
sensitive nipples to make them available to my yearning lips and
mouth.  As I kissed and licked  and nibbled on first one nipple
and then the other I could feel them become firm and erect
between my lips, and I could taste on them the faint salty taste
of the now dried sweat that resulted from our lovemaking of the
night before.  As I continued to pay homage to your nipples and 
breasts, you relaxed and used one arm to cradle my head and your
other hand to hold and offer your breast to me.  For long minutes
I lay with my head against your right breast as I nursed like a
baby at your left breast.

Finally, unable to restrain myself longer, I freed myself from
your embrace and tunneled under the covers until, by touch and
instinct rather than by sight, I my lips found your soft inner
thighs.  Starting on your left thigh, and pushing the hem of your
nightie up and out of the way as I went, I kissed up your leg and
hip, around the edge of your pubic hair, across your lower belly,
and back down your other hip and leg, again just skirting your
pubic hair, until I reached the soft inner thigh of your right
leg.  On the way across your lower belly I lingered at your belly
button to explore it with my tongue and to savor the taste of
your now dried cum that had collected there as you had reached
your orgasm as I had emptied my load of cum deep within your ass. 
Then using my hand to guide it, and in one swift motion, I took
your now fully erect cock into  my longing mouth and began to eat
you in ernest -- sliding back until only the head was still in my
mouth and then plunging down on you until so much of your cock
was in my mouth that I could hardly breath.  With relish I fucked
my mouth with your cock.  On the upstroke I swirled my tongue
around its sensitive head, at the top of my stroke I tried to
slip my tongue into the hole on the end, and on the downstroke I
just tried to take in as much of you as I could.  I would have
continued to eat you until you came, but you had other ideas.

Reaching under the covers, you took my head into your hands and
pulled me up until I was again lying beside you.  Adjusting your
bra and nightie straps, you said, "I love it when you do that,
but you are going to have to leave today and I want you to fuck
me again before you have to go.  I want you to leave me with
another ass full of your cum to remember you by."  With that you
slipped out of the bed and headed for the bathroom saying, as you
closed the door, "But first I have to do a quick wash and lube
job."

As I heard the water running in the bath I looked around the
room.  Your black high heels were tossed on the chair beside the
bed along with your panties, garter belt and stockings.  My pink
camisole and tap panties, that I had worn under my suit when we
went to dinner last night, were on the floor where I had
discarded them.  I thought about putting them, or my new nightie,
still unworn in my suitcase, on to await your return, but decided
against it.  Because you know that I enjoy wearing them, you
don't really mind when I wear them sometimes during our
lovemaking.  But this morning I decided against it.  This morning
I was going to be "your man" fucking "his special girl."

When you came from the bathroom the light coming in around the
curtains was strong enough that I could see you had put your wig
back on (it has come off during the night) and had applied fresh
lipstick.  As you approached the bed I stood and kissed you,
noting as I did so that your cheeks were again smooth and that
you had also applied fresh perfume.  Once again, to all external
appearances you were the lovely, sexy girl I care for so much.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you pulled me toward you and ,
taking my cock in your hands, you squeezed and blew a kiss toward
its tip and another toward my lips.  Knowing your desire for
things being clean, and realizing that I had not bathed since our
love making of last night, I understood your unwillingness to
deep throat me the way I had earlier deep throated you. 
Uncapping the tube of KY you had brought with you from the
bathroom, you squeezed out a liberal glob and applied it to the
head and shaft of my now rigid cock.  Then, handing the still
open tube to me you turned away from me, got onto your hand and
knees, used one hand to spread one of your ass cheeks and simply
said, "Fuck me, fuck me now."

Applying one last dollop of KY to your pretty brown, and already
well lubricated, rosebud of an asshole, I gently eased my cock
into your tight ass, feeling you relax and it stretch as I did
so.  Then, grasping one side of you waist and hips with each hand
to steady us, I began to slowly rock my pelvis toward and away
from your creamy white fanny, seeing as I did so the shaft of my
dick emerging from and then returning to your hole, the seat of
so much of our lovemaking.  At the deepest part of each thrust I
could feel my balls mashing against that tender area between your
asshole and the base of your balls and cock.  Looking to the
right, in the mirror over the dresser I could see us in profile
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