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Pia Pees in the Mirror at the Algonquin Hotel
A lot of Pia's best cums are on the toilet. Here, for example, she's at the Algonquin, where Dolph often takes her if they've gone to the city for a play or a concert. They have some drinks and snacks from room service, Pia sucks Dolph for a while, and then they fuck. Tonight was 12th Night. Strawberries. Champagne. Champagne goes good with fellatio. It has just the right amount of fizz and coolness. Pia playfully put a piece of ice from the bucket against Dolph's anus. That got a nice yelp. "Now I'm going to get you," Dolph roared. Getting her wasn't hard. She squealed as he captured her in his big arms. He bounced her onto the bed, sprung up between her thighs, and entered her in a fine forceful plunge. Pia liked that first moment of being filled. She wrapped her legs around him, and he fucked hard for a few minutes. Pia caressed his back and bottom while chanting, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck me with that big hard cock, oh yeah." She discovered there was still a trace of melted ice at his anus, and a moment later her fingertip in his asshole took him right over the edge. Pia liked the way Dolph came in her, pushing fiercely, five or six sizeable squirts, and then he was done. "Ooh, baby, you made me feel so good," Pia crooned in his ear, soothing him to sleep. Pia knew from experience that try as he might, Dolph would not be able to make her come, and she didn't feel it would be right to prolong things unnecessarily, nor would it be right to fake an orgasm. Once Dolph was asleep, and it seldom took more than a minute, she'd slip out of bed and into the bathroom. What she liked about the Algonquin's bathrooms was they all had that full mirror facing the toilet. It was sort of a kick to watch Dolph's cream leak out of her. She also enjoyed watching the gush of piss. After that she could take her time, toying with her clit, tweaking her nipples, pretending she had a big cock in her asshole shooting up into her the same moment her own crises sends deep shudders through her whole body. Afterward her skin is so flushed. She's so relaxed. She wipes herself and slips back into bed. Good old Dolph is nice and warm to snuggle up against. Pretty soon she's in dreamland.
Tonight Pia is restless. Dolph is snoring next to her. Sometimes she finds his snoring comforting, but tonight it's like an itch. She twist and turns and then leaves the bed, slips into something, and goes down to the lobby. The bar is closed. No one's behind the check-in counter, but there's a young woman sitting on one of the couches sipping from a coffee cup and reading a paperback book. The woman returns Pia's glance and makes a come-on-over gesture with her smile, or so Pia interprets it.
"I should probably get a cab," the woman says. "Or a room. It's been a long night."
"Yeah?" Pia says.
"One of those endless weddings. The bride and groom just wouldn't leave. For all I know they're still in the hotel. You can imagine what they're doing. Oh, I'm the photographer. Assistant photographer, actually." She reaches out her hand. "Penny."
"Hi Penny, I'm Pia. I wasn't in the wedding."
"I know. I would have remembered you. I suppose you've heard this a lot, but you're incredibly beautiful. I'd like to photograph you some time."
"You would?"
"Sure. How about right now?" Penny indicates an expensive looking camera sitting on the couch to her other side.
"Now? Here?"
"Sure."
Pia agrees. Penny has Pia take several poses in several positions. "These are great," Penny says. "You are great. Would you mind something more intimate?"
"You mean like nakedness?"
"Among other things."
"Yikes."
But both Penny and Pia are grinning.
For one shot Penny poses Pia looking out the window at the dark, empty street. "Now we'll just..." Penny says, arranging the bodice of Pia's gown in such a way that her nipple shows in the reflection on the glass. "That's incredibly beautiful," Penny says. "I love your nipples. Do you have a room here?"
Pia nods. "Only my husband's asleep," she adds.
"We could work around him."
"Okay," Pia says.
They share a light kiss as the elevator lifts them to Pia's floor.
Dolph is on his back, the bedcovers down, his penis up. Pia and Penny smile at each other. Penny puts her finger to her lips. Pia almost giggles. Penny takes a picture of Dolph's penis. "Now blow on it," Penny mouths. Pia bends over the bed, careful not to disturb Dolph, and blows a stream of warm breath onto the head of his penis. As if seeking Pia's mouth, the cock lifts in several distinct lurches. Again the girls smile at each other. Pia sticks out her tongue, almost but not quite touching the slit. Then she backs away.
"Probably the best blow-job pictures I've ever took," Penny whispers. "I mean taken. Gosh, I've had too much to drink. Do you mind if I pee?"
"Sure," Pia says. She gestures toward the bathroom. Then she steps in behind Penny. "I really like these bathrooms for some reason," she tells Penny as Penny lowers her pants and panties while sitting on the toilet. "I think it's the mirror. I like watching myself."
"Are you going to watch me?" Penny asks.
"I am," Pia says, and she kneels close, her face but a few inches from Penny's copper-colored bush.
Penny pisses, a long steady sizzle.
"Wow, you really had to go," Pia says. She moves her hand between Penny's legs, into the soft slot of her sex. Her middle finger comes away wet. She puts her middle finger to Penny's mouth. She pushes it into Penny's mouth. Penny sucks Pia's finger. After a moment she gets up from the toilet. Pia's lips brush Penny's soft pubic floss. Penny's hands hold Pia's head. She presses Pia briefly against her pubic mound, then urges Pia to her feet. They kiss. It is a longer kiss than in the elevator.
"Now you," Penny says when at last the kiss breaks. "Take off your clothes first."
Pia is naked on the toilet. Penny aims her camera. "Just pretend I'm the mirror," Penny says. "Come on girl, piss for me."
Staring into the big eye of Penny's camera, Pia pisses.
There are still a few dribbles to go when from the open doorway Dolph says, "What's going on in here?"
Both girls giggle.
story and illustration by Mat Twassel |
