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The following story contains descriptions of an explicit sexual
nature.   It is not meant for persons under the age of 18 to read.

If your are of legal age, enjoy the Night Shift, Chapter 1.

Night Shift
Chapter 1





The job of the night desk clerk was long and boring, waiting for the
occasional late night traveler, responding to the requests from the
forgetful guest and watching the re-runs of old TV shows on the snowy
screen of the second hand television.   Long boring nights made even
longer by the old TV set blending in with the heat of the to warm
room.   The night clerk was allowed to retreat into the adjacent room
and read the ragged newspaper or doze waiting close to the telephone
and the front desk, always being aware that if he did not answer the
phone by the second ring that the manager, who occasionally called
would be irate in the morning that the needs of the guest were being
neglected.   The manager was easily offended when he thought that the
hotel motto of providing 24 hour a day service to the clientele might
be blemished.   The night clerk more wary of the fact that the
personal ire of the manager might be vented on him after the long
night of boredom than he was concerned about the needs of the few
guests that usually stayed at the hotel tried to remain mostly awake,
but occasionally succumbing to the exhaustion and boredom.

Mostly, he was aware that if he missed the managers call, or if the
phone rang more than it’s allocated two rings that he would be waiting
around at the end of his shift for the long lecture about the
importance of  the hotel, a lecture he knew was a useless exercise in
futility.   The clerk had learned to expect the manager’s call
sometime between 1:00 and 2:00 pm, the usual list of questions about
the occupancy level, number of rooms available, number of discounted
rates and the number of rooms confirmed by the national reservation
service when the midnight computer update was made.   The clerk, Bill,
was amazed that the man even bothered to call, but he did call and it
was getting to be an old routine, long after the normal guests, those
that stayed at the hotel, either as regular guests or long term
tenants were all sound asleep between the freshly pressed sheets.
Bill wondered why the man, a career employee of the chain, worried so
much about the number of empty rooms, if occupancy was less than 50%
the manager always came in the next morning ready to chew somebodies
ass.   It seemed sometimes that the night clerk was the one most
responsible for getting the rooms filled with tired travelers or old,
returning customers.   At times Bill felt persecuted by the manager
since the manager paid so much attention to him.   Bill had worked
around the hotel business for most of his working life and he knew
that the day shift was busier and the manager concentrated on keeping
the housekeeping staff busy making life a lot easier on the desk
clerks and office staff.   Everybody felt sorry for the night clerk,
knowing that being alone all night was bad enough, but to have to put
up with the managers obsession about the smooth running of the
facility was just about more than any of the rest of them were was
willing to put up with.

As the night clerk, Bill had held the job longer than any of the
previous people that had held the job.   The others all realizing that
the tantrums the manager threw each morning were more than the job
description called for and usually, in short order resigned, some
walked out without even bothering to tell the manager that they
wouldn’t be back.   Bill had held the job at this location for almost
6 months, having transferred from one of the chains hotels across town
to this one.   He’d agreeded to the transfer mostly because he liked
the location of the hotel, being at the airport, and also near the
college.   This meant that the number of new people that frequented
the hotel was high and he could count on seeing a lot of different
kinds of people.   It also meant that his after hours hobby of tuning
in to what was happening in the different rooms  was spiced up by the
new arrivals, and by staying around long enough he knew that he could
build a list of those that he could count on providing a lively
evening of entertainment.

Bill’s hobby had started at one of the other job locations  when by
accident he’d been called to bring the hotel standard package of
complimentary toiletry items to one of the guests that had forgotten
and left his personal items at home.   Sometimes the housecleaning
staff missed putting the items in the bathroom, or the tiny bottles
were just not adequate to meet the needs of the rooms occupant, or the
guest was just filching free shampoo or soap.   To Bill it didn’t
matter why they wanted the items, he didn’t mind taking the items to
the rooms, it allowed hime a few minutes to get away from annoyance of
the TV for and a little exercise would refresh him, getting the old
blood to moving.    He didn’t mind the few extra dollars the tips
brought in either, some of the travelers would tip quite generously,
at least those that needed the items usually did and they recognized
that he had responded rapidly and being appreciative of his effort
they would show it.  He could always us the few extra bucks anyway,
and when he took things, along with his big friendly smile, to nice
people they seldom did not give him a dollar or two.

On the night that he discovered the excitement that eventually
developed into his hobby he’d been called to take a toiletry pack, as
the housekeeping staff called it, to one of the guests.   In his hurry
to get the articles to the room he’d left the plastic bag of items
laying on the front desk counter next to the telephone.   The phone
had rang twice in quick succession, first a call from the guest
needing the articles and then from the national reservation system
informing him of the very late arrival of a guest.   When the phone
rang the second time, he’d placed the bag of articles on the desk, so
he could write down the name of the late guest and then charged off to
take the bag to the needy guest only to discover that he’d forgotten
the bag when he got to door the needy guests room.   Thinking that the
fastest way to get the needed items was just to collect them from the
open room next to the needy guest’s, he’d used his pass key and
entered the vacant room.

The room was indeed vacant, and he went into the bathroom to collect
the items normally provided in the pack,  shampoo, bar of soap, hand
lotion, disposal shower cap, a small tube of tooth paste, disposable
tooth brush and a bottle of scope mouth wash.   He’d entered the room,
went directly into the bathroom  and began to rapidly collect the
items, putting them into the small plain paper sack that was placed on
the back of the toilet for use in disposing feminine napkins.   It
wasn’t the same sack that housekeeping used, but it would do.   As he
was leaving the room he noticed that the door that opened to the
adjoining room was standing open.   Sometimes when the maids were
cleaning adjacent rooms they would open the door to allow them to move
more freely between the rooms without going  back into the hall.
Having the door open made their cleaning go much faster, they could
work in both rooms at the same time, changing the linen, vacuuming the
floor or dusting.   So seeing the open door didn’t worry Bill to much,
anyway it was actually a double door, one in each room, each lockable
in the room they opened into.   But he also knew that it was standard
practice for the maids to close both doors.   So he walked over to the
door to close it.  As he got closer to the door he suddenly became
aware of the back ground noises coming from the adjacent room.   It
was obvious what was going on, the people in the next room were in the
act of having sex.   The moaning, the squeaking of the bed and the
little noises that accompany the act are unmistakable.

What surprised Bill was how loud the sounds were, that was when he
realized that not only the door in the room he was in was open but so
was the door to the next room.   The adjacent room door was not open
very much, maybe and inch or two, but with both doors open he was
surprised that he had not disturbed the people in the adjacent room
when he’d entered through the locked door.   He’d been none to quite
and being that it was almost 10 PM, and pitch black dark in the room,
he had only turned on the bathroom light to collect the toiletry
items, then when leaving he had turned it off.   He felt sure that if
he’d turned on the main room lights, in addition to the bathroom
light, that the occupants in the next room would have definitely heard
him.   But as things go by the sound,  it was obvious that what ever
was happening in the next room hadn’t been effected at all by his
entry into the adjacent room and the moans of pleasure from intense
love making continued unabated.   The lure to look in to the room, to
see the activities,  was more than he could control.   Moving slowly
up to the door he glanced into the room, the bedside table lamp was on
so he had a clear view of the room, his eyes adjusting quickly to the
darkness in the room he was in.   It was only after he looked into the
room, that with a real shock, he realized that the noise was all being
made by women, there was no man or men involved.

The scene in the room was the most stunning thing Bill had ever seen
and was almost instantly unbelievably erotic, there was three women in
the room.   Two of them were on the bed, and that was the source of
all the noise.   They were lying in the middle of the bed, one was
laying flat on her back on the bed, the other was on all fours, belly
and pussy directly above the face of  the one laying on the bed and
they were in the middle of a furious 69 session.   The one on top was
in rapid, very rough actions hunching and grinding her cunt into the
lips, chin and face of the one on bottom.   The one on laying on the
bed had her head pointed almost directly at the crack in the door
through which Bill was observing and all he could see of her was the
copious blonde hair spread out fan like above her head, what he could
see was a clear view of the open crotch of the top one.   The moaning
was the most stimulating sound he’d ever heard, combined with the
vivid sight of the widely spread crotch of the one on top.   Bill was
suddenly sexually aroused like he’d never been before in his life.

The third woman in the room was standing at the side of the bed,
apparently just watching the other two, but she was not  just standing
there uninvolved.   She had her right leg placed on the edge of the
bed with her hands down in front of her body, and was experiencing
pleasure that could only come from masterbating.  Even though Bill
could not see her from the front, as the side of the bed she was
standing on had her with her back to the door, it was clear that she
was also part of what was going on, just not touching the other two.
He could see her breasts, jiggling up and down, and occasionally she
would roll her hips forward as the pleasure of fingering herself
caused the muscles of her hips to contract, throwing her buttocks
forward in a strong thrusting motion.   The women on the bed continued
to make love to each other, the strong jerking and thrusting action of
the women on top getting more and more pronounced by the second, he
could hear the woman’s cunt slapping in rapid succession on to the
face of the one on bottom.   Just as it was reaching the point that
the woman on top was about to orgasm the women beside the bed suddenly
reached out and slapped the top woman on the ass.   It was one hell of
a slap as the crack of flesh on flesh reverberated inside the room.
The top woman gave out a yelp of surprise, jumping sideways with the
pain, rolling to the right away from the woman on the bottom.   The
slapped woman rolled over on her back, with frowning, pained
expression mixed with lust on her face.   The woman that rolled over
just laid there looking upward at the standing woman.

That was when Bill got the biggest surprise of all.   The woman on the
bottom was unbelievable in her beauty, the long legs, beautiful blonde
hair spread out like a fan around her head, the knee marks where the
woman on top had rolled away still clearly visible in the bed covers.
The big surprise was when Bill looked at her pubic area, the shock was
almost unbelievable, for extending upright from the women’s belly was
a huge penis, at least 10, maybe even 12 inches long, and much bigger
around than her wrist.   She was stroking the cock in very slow
rubbing motions.   With one hand near the the huge tip she was holding
it at right angles to her body and moving  it back in forth, pulling
it up and pressing it to her belly then pushing it straight down, and
then stroking it up and down, like she was jacking off, with the other
hand she was pushing down on the base of the huge cock.   He could not
see her face, at least not clearly as she was laying with the top of
her head point directly at the crack in the door, her head slowly
rolling side to side.   The woman on the bed was the only one still
making noise, moaning and whimpering each time she slipped her wet
hand up and down on the cock.

At first Bill thought it was a strap on dildo, a fake cock like he’d
seen in the men’s magazines that were left around the hotel desk by
the clerks.   But all the dildos he’d seen in the magazines were
easily seen as fakes, they had straps to hold it them in position,
black or white straps that buckled around the persons waist and butt
that was wearing them and besides, most of them didn’t look like a
real dick, they were smooth and round.   Actually, he’d never seen one
of the fake ones, only the pictures in the magazine, he didn’t need to
see one, he had a real dick of his own, not near as big as the one he
was looking at, but he knew his was real anyway, and at that
particular moment it was as hard as stone inside of his underwear. 

From where he was standing, peaking through the crack in the door he
couldn’t see any straps, the blonde’s dick had the right shape, the
glans on the end with it’s wide flaring edges as big as a red rubber
baseball.   He could even see the veiny surface, it was all shinny and
wet like the woman that had just rolled off  had been sucking or
licking it.   At first he was sure that it was fake, it had to be
fake, it was just to damned big to be anything else.   He couldn’t
take his eyes away from it and the more he looked at it the bigger the
thing in front of his eyes seemed to get.   He was completely
mesmerized by what he was looking at, not able to take his eyes away
from what was happening in front of him   If the women in the room had
looked around at that time, they’d have been able to walk right up to
him and he’d have been unable to move a muscle, he was in that much
shock by what he was seeing.

For a moment Bill paniced, suddenly realizing that he would be in real
trouble if he got caught watching guests in the privacy of their
rooms.   He glanced up at the standing woman, and then at the woman on
the bed, both were watching the woman’s hands on the penis, the
jerking strokes, up and down the shaft.   He’d breathed a quick sigh
of relief, as both the women were equally mesmerized by watching the
big penis, almost like watching a snake charmer, totally engrossed by
what was happening  as he was by watching them.   For a moment it was
like they were waiting, as if they expected something to happen.

Bill took the wait as a chance to study the two woman watching the
huge penis.   The woman standing by the bed, had really short hair,
cut almost like mans.    Bill remembered her from when she’d checked
in, her name was Sharon West, she was a really tall woman, maybe 5’10”
in height, and he remembered thinking what a classy broad as she
walked away from the front desk.   She’d checked in late, because he
didn’t come on shift until 6:00 pm, but her reservations were good for
late arrival.   After filling out the registration forms she had
requested that he send messages to two other women guests.   The other
two must have checked in earlier, because they were already listed as
guests when he’d checked the register.   He’d even volunteered to give
her their room numbers, but she’d asked him to call the others, so
he’d said he would do it.   He remembered the standing woman’s voice
as being kind of husky, with a little rasp to it, a voice that was
distinctive and kind of sexy, there was also a tinge of excitement.
He hadn’t thought much about it, it wasn’t uncommon to have people
come in to the hotel all excited about something, being on vacation,
meeting friends or just wired up from the long trip they’d just
completed.   He’d taken the message, which had been only a request for
the others to call her.   When he’d looked up the other two in the
register, he’d found their names, Virginia O’Connor and Natalea Shaw,
and called their rooms.   The first he’d tried, Virginia,  had not
been there, so he’d turned on the message queue light and then called
the next.   The second Natalea, had been there and when he’d given the
message that  Sharon wanted her to call, there had been a moment when
Natalea was talking to what had obviously been another person in the
room.   Thinking about it for a minute Bill realized that they were in
the room that corresponded to the room number where Natalea was
registered.

Things in the room continued to get more excited and the noise in the
room more intense by the second.   Sharon, was working harder and
faster with her hands and the one laying beside the blonde also began
to stroke her hands in little brushing movements up the inside of her
legs, across her stomach, ending at her breast, makeing little
scratching movements across her nipples with her free hand, her
nipples rising and hardening.   She was leaning on her elbow and
observing the other two.   Clearly the slap on the butt by Sharon had
cooled her down just a little, but she was heating back up very
rapidly.

The blonde on the bed continued to jack the penis, hand sliding more
and more rapidly up and down the length of the shaft.   Suddenly she
jerked one leg up, with her knee pointing upward, and then the other
knee also pointing upward.   With her feet in this position she raised
her butt high up off the bed, and began to thrust her butt back and
forth, moaning with pleasure as the intensity of the feelings
increased with each stroke.   Still Bill was not sure the penis was
still not sure it was real.   When she thrust her pelvis into the air,
it was clear that the penis was at least 12 inches long, an instrument
that would have made every man envious with its shear size.   Bill
wasn’t sure how much more he could take, the hardness of his own penis
now causing pain as it rubbed against the rough cloth of his
underwear, straining to be free.   He could feel the wetness of his
own semen beginning to leak from the tip of his penis, wetting down
the foreskin that stilled covered the sensitive glans.

The blonde suddenly stopped stroking the penis, pulling her knees up
to her chest she swung side ways toward where Sharon was standing with
one foot still raised up on the bed side.   Once she was just in the
right position, she straightened out her legs, extending them through
the arch produced by Sharon’s spread legs with one foot raised setting
on the bed and the other  supporting Sharon’s weight on the floor.
Scooting across the bed, the blonde moved he buttocks closer and
closer to the edge of the bed, the penis jiggling and pointing upward
toward Sharon’s crotch.   In a coordinated action, Sharon shifted her
weight and with a smooth motion stepped upward standing full upright
on to the bed, now straddling the blonde with one foot on either side
of the blonde, each foot located at just about the blondes waist.
The blonde, holding the penis now with both hands, one above the
other, continued to wiggle on down the bed, resting one foot then the
other on the floor, wiggling a little further her buttocks were clear
of the bed, her upper torso resting on the bed, her buttocks held
parallel to the floor with her feet resting on the floor.

In a stepping motion Sharon spread her feet away from the blondes body
about 6 or 8 inches on either side and leaning forward and squatting
down, lowering her ass toward the huge penis.   When Sharon stopped
lowering her body she was in a widely spread, squatting position.
Further leaning forward, her face was about 6 inches away from the
blondes,  the glans of the huge penis only about 2 inches away from
her widely gapping pussy.   The blonde raised her head and shoulders
up toward Sharon’s face and pulled her elbows up so that she was
resting in a semi-reclined position.    Sharon slowly extended her
tongue and begin to trace the outline of the blondes lips with the tip
of her tongue.   In an almost sucking action the blonde extended her
mouth upward and in hungry excitement sucked on Sharon’s tongue,
pulling it deep into her mouth.   The two women begin kissing in a
deep, mouth sucking action, then slowly rubbing their lips across each
others, then deeply kissing and sucking each others tongue again.
With Sharon leaning slightly forward, she place her hands on the bed
beside the blonde during the kissing and tonguing of each others
mouths.   She then lifted her right hand, placing the palm of her hand
on the blonde’s breast, rubbing it in smooth light strokes across the
nipple, causing the nipple to knot up like a cherry sitting on top of
bowl of creamy white snow.   Finally Sharon pressed her hand down, the
blonde’s hard nipple protruding between the fingers of Sharon’s index
and first finger.   Sharon squeezed her fingers together, grasping the
nipple in a finger rolling action.   The blonde responded with a groan
and  thrusting of her pelvis forward causing the head of the huge
penis to slam hard into Sharon’s crotch and slip across the surface of
Sharon’s spread pussy, sliding upward to contact the soft flesh of
Sharon’s stomach.   As Sharon released the nipple the blondes abdoman
relaxed and the cock was pulled backward, this action was repeated a
number of times, the cock head bouncing off Sharon’s exposed pussy,
with the penis head slidding on accross to hit her stomach.   Finally
on one of the upward strokes, Sharon released the blonde’s nipple,
smoothly reaching downward she grasp the head of the penis like a
baseball, screwing her hand around and around on the slippery wet head
and then pulling the penis with powerful hard yanks.   It was the
strength of Sharon yanking on the huge penis that assured Bill that
the penis was actually attached to the blondes body.   Each of
Sharon’s hard pulls caused the blonde’s ass to roll forward in a
sudden jerk, spastic muscular contractions causing upward thrusts of
her penis, bumping into Sharon’s spread cunt.   At the same time the
blondes head lolled backwards, the pain and intense feelings showing
clearly on her face.   Grasping the blondes penis about 4 inches down
the shaft from the huge red glans, Sharon begin to rub the glans back
and forth across the opening of her pussy in a scrubbing action, this
action also lasted for several long seconds.    Balancing herself in
the squatting position, Sharon reached back between her legs with her
left hand and slipped first her index finger and then the next finger
into herself, reaming her hand into her own pussy.   This she did,
while continuing to jerk the blondes penis over the outer lips of her
widely gapping gash.   Sharon’s pussy was getting wetter and wetter,
the fluid flowing out of her body, being spread over the outer lips of
her gash and the flaring head of the penis.   

Bill saw what was going to happen, Sharon was preparing to take the
blonde’s huge penis into her gash, wetting herself in preparation for
the insertion of the monster.     The wetness, the wide gash of
Sharon’s open womanhood, the opening and closing of her pussy as
Sharon’s muscles relaxed then grasp in time with the head of the penis
being dragged roughly across the hidden button of her clitoris.
Finally on one of the back strokes across her pussy, Sharon lowered
her buttocks slightly bringing her soaked wide open cunt into hard
pressing into contact with the head of the penis.   Sharon slowly
rocked backwards, the huge penis head slowly spreading apart her wide
open pussy lips, stretching the thoroughly wetted opening wider and
wider.   Sharon’s head was leaning forward her chin against her chest,
so Bill could not see the expression on her face, but the groaning
sounds issuing from Sharon’s throat, the whimpers and almost silent
squeaks of pain told him all he needed to know.   The penis was huge,
even bigger than he had thought, yet with ever increasing pressure the
head was being forced into Sharon’s hot wet hole.    Suddenly Sharon
gave out a huge sigh, and a spasm of pleasure coursed through her, it
was obvious that the head of the blondes penis had slipped passed the
muscle that guarded the entrance of Sharon’s womanhood.   Both women
were very still for a few seconds, before the blonde began a very slow
upward thrusting of her pelvis, little mini-strokes driving rock hard,
huge cock in deeper and deeper.   Sharon made a slight movement from
side to side, releasing the folds of her pussy from the dry surface of
the cock as it slowly felt it’s way upward into her.   When about half
the blonde’s penis was inside of Sharon, she stopped driving it upward
and begin to pull it back and forth, mini-strokes, to wet the length
of penis in Sharon.   After a few mini-strokes, she began to deepen
the strokes, developing into the classic movements of deep, hard
fucking.   Sharon was getting more and more relaxed all the time and
also beginning to join in the fucking action by raising and lowering
her buttocks.

Up to this point the other women just lay on the bed watching, stoking
herself, occasionally flicking her hand across the surface of her
body, or twisting her nipples in small self gratification actions.
As the fucking action between Sharon and the blonde began to
intensify, the third woman slowly got up off the bed and walked around
behind Sharon, and squatted down on her knees on the floor directly in
front of the blondes knees.   Sharon’s pussy, impaled on the blondes
cock, was directly at the level of her eyes, slowly she leaned forward
to press her tongue against Sharon’s butt cheeks, first little kissing
actions of her lips, then biting with nips to Sharon’s butt cheeks,
all the while stroking Sharon’s sides with her fingernails, Bill could
hear the little scrapping noises.   The woman then leaned over to lick
and kiss the portion of the blondes cock that was not going into the
Sharon.   By this time the inward strokes of the blonde was pushing
and pulling at least 10 inches of rock hard penis into and out of
Sharon.    Slowly the woman setting on the floor began to push the
blondes legs apart, and that was when Bill got his second surprise.
For there at the base of the huge cock was the opening of a pussy.
For the first time in his life Bill realized that he was seeing a
hermophidite, a man and a woman in the same body.   He’d heard that
such things as this occurred in nature but never did he think he would
see one, especially one as beautiful or as endowed as the one that was
fucking Sharon.

As the woman on the floor pushed the blondes legs apart the blonde
began to slowly inch her way back up on to the bed.   Pushing with her
feet she eased her butt further and further on to the bed, Sharon
moved slowly along with her.    The thrusting action of the blonde
began to slow a little and Sharon took up the action by slowly sliding
one foot backward, resting her knee on the bed, then doing the same
with the other leg.   In this position, Sharon was in an ideal
position, her pussy was pressed tightly to the belly of the blonde,
and she could rapidly thrust her hips back and forth, pulling the cock
out of her body then rapidly forcing it deep within her.   The blonde
was in such pleasure as to be almost out of control, her head swinging
from side to side, spittle starting to drip from the corners of her
mouth.

The woman on the floor lifted the blondes feet upward, setting them
together on the edge of the bed, almost touching each other, the
blondes heels only inches away from her butt.   Then in a spreading
action the woman pushed the blondes knees apart, pressing each leg
further and further apart, the red flushed opening of the blondes
pussy at the base of the huge cock clearly visible, opening and
closing, squeezing out drop after drop of the fluid of intense
excitement, each of Sharon’s thrust producing a pulsing, squezzing
action of the blondes cunt.    The woman on the floor reached forward
with one hand and began to massage the base of the blondes cock,
stoking its wide hairless base and flicking her thumb and fingers over
the running mouth of the blondes pussy, then with slow action
inserting a finger into the gash.   She slowly leaned forward to place
her mouth over the grasping cunt, first flicking her tongue into the
flowing mouth of heat and then sucking the oozing fluid out of the
blonde, first one mouth full of juice, then another.   The juices were
flowing from the blonde almost like water, as the woman drank from the
well of heat.   With each sucking of the blondes pussy the moans from
the bed became louder and louder, and the thrusting of Sharon becoming
more forceful and exaggerated on to the blondes cock, the thrusting
motions becoming faster, harder and deeper, almost the entire lenght
of cock was going into Sharon with each stroke.    The deep strokes
casuing Sharon to flinch and jerk as the head of the penis penetrated
to the deepest possible depth of Sharon’s cunt.   The noise was like
singing of a high pitched composition of joy, coming from each of
them, it was clear that soon the climax of Sharon and the blonde would
happen, the question was who would be first.   The question was
answered as Sharon’s body began to convulse first, with the onset of
orgasm, Sharon rocked back and raised her head and the moan of
pleasure was the sound of the most erotic music that Bill had ever
heard.   Sharon rocked harder and harder against the cock, it driving
deeper and deeper into her.   With a sudden upward thrust of her hands
the blonde grabbed Sharon and rolled her off the huge pulsing prick,
Sharon rolled to the left, still heaving and shaking from the orgasm
that was racking her body.   With slow, deliberate action the blonde
reached forward grabbing the woman on the floor pulling her upward
onto the bed.   The huge penis was sticking out in front of the blonde
like a flag pole, drops of fluid leaking steadily from the glans.
She raised up from the bed, standing above the more docile woman
laying on the bed.   Reaching out the blonde helped the other woman to
roll over on to her belly and then lift the woman’s butt upward,
poised with her on all fours.   The blonde placed her hands at the
small of the woman’s back and pressed downward, arching her belly
downward, throwing her cunt outward, clearly visible was the soaking
lips of the woman pussy.   The woman on the bed appeared at any second
ready to crawl away across the bed.

Taking the huge cock in one hand, and grasping a hand full hair of the
woman on the bed, the blonde place the huge cock head against the
woman’s gapping pussy and with a single steady hard pressure forced
the cock inside of her.   With the pressure came pain and the woman
began to  try to squirm away and did indeed tried to crawl away across
the bed, but the blonde held strongly to her hair, and begin to run
the cock in and out of the woman’s cunt.   The blonde began to fuck
the woman in front of her with huge strokes, driving the penis fully
into her, the front of her abdomen slapping loudly againist the womans
exposed butt, clear fluid from the blonde’s cunt flowing down the
inside of her legs in a steady trail.  The rough fucking of the woman
on all fours lasted less than 60 seconds before the blonde began to
shake and whimper.    The onset of orgasm was fast and severe,
suddenly the blonde released the woman’s hair, the woman pulled away
from the huge cock, the slurping noise of the huge cock slipping from
inside her could be heard easily.   In a smooth motion the woman on
the bed swung around to grasp the head of the huge penis pointing it
at her open mouth, at the same instant, sperm began shooting out of
the cock.   It was not sperm as Bill knew it, it was a clear liquid,
but there was lots and lots of it, some of it flying over the head of
the woman holding the head of the cock.   Her face and hair being
wetted with come like being sprayed with water, she had her mouth open
but was managing to catch very little of the spurting fluid, the rest
landing on her face and flowing down to collect in little drips and
pools on her breasts.   As the intensity of the orgasm decrease the
blonde managed to stagger around and fall backward on to the bed, the
cock still hard as ever, little dribbles of come still bubbling from
the head with each spasm of her body.   The blonde spread her legs,
come was also flowing out of her pussy in time with the squirts from
the cock, collecting in a clear pool on the bed.

With the blonde laying on her back the woman who was covered with
sperm slung one leg over the blonde and in a blink impaled herself on
the cock, also instantly experiencing the throws of orgasm.   The
shaking and quivering heap of flesh on the bed moaning and gasping for
breath.   After a couple of seconds both women lay still the huge cock
fully buried deep in the gash of the woman on top.   Sharon had not
moved since having her own orgasm, she was completely out of it,
seeming to be asleep, curled into a fetale ball on the bed beside the
other two.

It was then that Bill remembered the toilet articles for the other
client and he experienced the beginning of the hobby that was to
follow Bill around from hotel to hotel as he worked the night shift.
It was time for him to exit the room, knowing that to stay even a few
more minutes would allow the women to recovery enough that they would
hear him as he left the adjancent room.

Bill was shocked almost to being incoherent as he walked out of the
room, never in his life had he thought such an act of pure hot sex was
possible.   He was trapped by his own imagination and could not get
the cenes from inside the room out of his mind.