A Long Farewell Part 1
When the elevator doors opened, Phil almost didn't get out. They were
closing again before he darted forward and out into the hall. There was
no way he would be doing this if Stacy hadn't promised him that it was
a good idea. Specifically, she had said that he "wouldn't regret it".
He had faith in her but this was still one of the most nerve-racking
things he had ever done.
She said the guys at the office had gotten him this hotel room as a
going away present. The implication was obvious... there would be an
escort waiting for him. He wouldn't have trusted anyone else at the
office not to spit in his coffee but Stacy said it would be okay.
That was the really weird thing. Why would she think spending time with
a hooker was okay? How much did she know about this "gift"? Phil
Sistack had become very confused and this crazy idea had entered the
back of his mind. It was crazy. Impossible. There was no way.
But what if it was possible? What if...?
Even the slimmest chance was worth risking all the humiliation in the
world.
He reached the door to his assigned room. His heart was beating loudly
and he felt a hot pressure in his ears. He hadn't felt this way since
he was ten and the older kids had made him steal candy from the
Seven-Eleven.
Licking his lips nervously, he slid the key card home and opened the
door.
The room was mostly dark, lit only by one of the bedside lamps.
"Hello?" he called out. He was grateful when his voice didn't break
like a fourteen year old's.
"You can come right in, baby." Answered a very phony sounding girlish
voice. It was phony sounding but it was definitely a woman speaking.
Philip edged forward into the room, letting the door close behind him.
"My name is Phil. I was given the card for this room."
"I've been waiting for you. I was beginning to worry that you might not
show." Answered the voice. As Phil emerged from the little vestibule,
he saw the woman standing beside the bed. She was silhouetted and he
could not see her face or make out many other details. She was wearing
a mid-length robe, had short hair and a fairly average build.
Jared's heart beat faster; the silhouetted was not inconsistent with
his desperate hope. "What's your name?" he asked.
"What do you want my name to be, sugar? What can I do to make you
happy?"
The bathroom was next to him, its door facing the bed. Reaching inside,
he flipped on the light. The figure was illuminated before him.
"Stacy!" he sighed with relief and elation.
"Hi, Sissy. Happy to see me?"
"Oh god Stacy. I... what are you doing here? What does this mean?"
She sauntered towards him. She was wearing a satin robe, closed and
belted securely. It was the color of frozen grapes and reached her
knees. A familiar lock of hair drooped in front of her left eye. The
smile on her face was like nothing he'd ever seen before. It was part
smirk, part x-rated promise. Just the smile made him begin to blush.
"Well, I hope that I'm here for exactly the reason you hope I'm here
for."
When she was less than a foot away her hand cupped his cheek. She was
barefoot now and only about an inch taller than he. "First things
first. That kiss I gave you at the office didn't really take. I think I
owe you another." She said and leaned into him.
Her mouth crossed with his. Knowing that she would have to take the
lead, she parted her lips and pressed her tongue between his. Almost
limply, he let her pink intruder in.
Stacy was deeply relieved when Phil's tongue first curled around hers
in response. She put her other arm across his back and pressed her body
against his. She sucked at his tongue, urging it to visit her mouth.
She pushed against him, making sure he could feel her pliant tits.
She kissed him till she felt some of the stiffness leave his body and
his mouth was answering hers with appropriate gusto. She broke the kiss
and chuckled appreciatively. She was going to take this opportunity to
act like a seductress in a way she never had before.
"That's more like it." She said and effortlessly guided him to the bed.
Sitting him down, she turned back to the bathroom and turned out the
light. With the lamp now at his back, Stacy was revealed to him in soft
yellow glow. She motioned to the other beside lamp and he reached over
to turn it on. The light was doubled, ensuring that no detail would be
lost.
Smiling at him with promise, Stacy slowly worked her robe's belt free.
"Are you happy you came?" she asked.
Phillip nodded. He was wearing an expression of pleasurable disbelief
and had relaxed a bit. "What would you have done if I didn't show up?"
Stacy had the belt loose but was holding the robe closed. "I would have
eventually given you a call and explained just what was going on. It
would have spoiled the surprise but I certainly wouldn't want you to go
away without your present." That seemed like a good cue to open her
robe.
She parted the satin to reveal her body. The young woman's small but
nicely shaped breasts were encased by sheer black lace through which
her perfect pale skin shown clearly. The delicate pink of her nipples
was subtle but visible.
Her panties were also lace, French-cut and scarlet red. Her dark bush
shaded them between her thighs.
If one were to be critical, they would point out that her stomach was a
bit soft and her thighs thicker than the ideal. Her waist narrowed in a
prevalent way but no one would make any comparisons to wasps. They also
might take issue with her short, dull-brown hair. But such a critic
would have to be a eunuch to not find the overall presentation
intensely arousing. Stacy Lancaster wasn't a runway model; she was a
very real, almost earthy woman.
She let the robe fall behind her while Phillip stared at her
open-mouthed. He had been secretly (or not so secretly) in love with
the office manager for years and thought she was beautiful. But the
goddess he saw before him put all his fantasies to shame.
She let him gaze upon her near nudity for a time but then spoke with a
degree of seriousness. "Phil, we need to discuss this before things go
any further."
Phillip was slow to respond. His mouth worked for a moment... how could
it feel dry at the same time he was practically drooling? "Just tell me
what you want, Stace'."
"Honey, we have the room for the night. I intend to wake up here in bed
with you tomorrow morning. I am going to do all I can to give you a
night you will never forget."
Phil was still enjoying the chance to examine Stacy in all her glory.
"You already have. God, you're so fucking gorgeous."
Stacy had to smile at the complement and the highly uncharacteristic
use of profanity. She was happy that she could make Phillip happy. But
she had more to say. "Tonight is going to be fantastic, I promise you.
But you need to understand that this is only for tonight." She waited
to let that sink in.
Sink in it did; after a few seconds Phil straightened up a bit and kind
of shook his head to clear his thought. "Yeah, right, sure. I get that.
No commitments."
Stacy nodded. "Right. No commitments, no promises. We may or may not
ever see each other again but this" she said, gesturing at the bed. "Is
a one-time thing. My present to you."
Phil was a good man. His conscience had often cost him. He fought with
himself for a moment before asking the responsible question. "What
about your husband?"
Stacy smiled genuinely at that. In her mind, it made Philip more than
worthy of her gift. "He knows I'm here and why. I'm not cheating on him
behind his back."
Phil's eyes got even bigger. "Have you done this sort of thing before?"
he blurted.
Stacy hesitated at this. "Like this? No. Honey, I don't want to go into
details. Jared and I have a very good relationship. We... we usually do
things together but this time I'm doing this for you."
He took that in. He decided very quickly not to press for details she
obviously didn't want to divulge.
Seeing acceptance on his face, Stacy sighed. "And there's one more
thing I have to ask you. I'm sorry but it wouldn't be wise or fair to
Jared if I didn't bring it up. You are clean, right?"
It took him just a second to translate her question. "Oh! Yes, of
course. It's been... well, it's been way too long since I had a chance
to... get into trouble. I'm clean."
"Good." She said and sat down beside him, close enough for their
shoulders to touch. "In that case, we can forgo protection. I'm on the
pill and it seems to be pretty effective. Jared and I have really been
putting it to the test." She intentionally let him know that she was
not here because she was feeling neglected at home.
He was staring down at the valley between her breasts. Stacy's tits
were nicely rounded B-cups and the bra she was wearing was holding them
out like ripe peaches. With friendly humor in her voice she said,
"Remember how I used to tell you 'eyes up here, buster'?"
His head jerked up. "Yeah. Sorry."
Stacy laughed. "Don't apologies babe. You can look all you want." When
his eyes yanked themselves back down to her bust, she reached across
and took one of his hands. "You can touch too." She said, guiding his
fingers across the fine black lace.
She made an appreciative little sound as his shaking hand explored the
shape of her tit. She didn't wait long before reaching behind herself
and unsnapping the bra. It went loose in his hand and she shrugged out
of it.
Stacy's porcelain breasts were pink at the tips where they turned
upward just a bit like a bunny's nose. Phil's fingers pressed lightly
into her flesh, feeling the soft firmness. His hand cupped the mound
and held her nipple in the crook of his thumb. He squeezed it gently
and watched in fascination as the color intensified and her breast
swelled subtly.
"You're amazing." He said.
Stacy took his arm and urged him to his feet. Smiling up at him, she
released the button of his jeans and unzipped them. "Time to see
exactly what's gonna to be keeping me company tonight." She said.
He kicked off his shoes and she helped him take off his pants. He was
wearing tight gray briefs, his cock and balls clearly outlined. He was
already quite hard, his dick pressed against his body, rising at an
angle along the bottom of his belly. A dark spot of wetness showed at
its tip.
Stacy made a point of focusing all her attention on his package. She
gazed at it as she ran her hands along its outline and around his
balls. Then she looked back up into his eyes and graced him with a look
of wanton hunger that made his heart leap out of his ribcage. She
hooked her hands into his waistband and yanked his briefs off.
Stacy had anticipated that Sissy would not be well endowed. She wasn't
a size queen at any rate but she had told herself that she must not
show even a moment of disappointment. Phil's little dick was almost
exactly what she had expected. She judged it to be just a bit over five
inches... with her hand around his stiffness, the head barely extended
past her grip. She was a little surprised at how thin it was.
Still, Stacy was sure she would enjoy having it in her hot little
pussy. "Oh baby I want you in me so bad." She moaned softly.
She stood abruptly. With only slightly feigned need, she pushed his
shirt up and let him take it off over his head. As soon as it was out
of the way, she pressed her naked breasts against him. His chest was
hairless and her erect nubbins burned trials across his skin. She gave
him a brief but deep kiss. She pressed one of his hands between her
legs. "Oh god Phil, I'm so wet for you. Do you feel my wet pussy? I
want you in me."
He was naked now and all she had on were her tight, skimpy panties. She
swung him around back onto the bed and stood in front of him with her
legs slightly spread. She cocked a hip. "Don't you want to see my
little love nest?" She asked.
His hands were at her hips in the blink of an eye and he pealed the
scarlet lace down her legs. Her ginger-brown pelt glistened in the
light, almost glowing. "Do you want to taste me before you fill me up
with your cum?" she asked suggestively, arching her back to present
herself to him to maximum effect.
Phil leaned into her and inhaled her scent. "Oh god Stacy, you smell
more wonderful than I ever thought possible. Thank you, thank you,
thank you." He rubbed his face against her beaver. Stacy jumped and
squealed as his nose bumped back and forth across her small clitoris.
Stacy was still approaching this as a performance. By her standards,
she was barely aroused. Her pussy was only slightly damp and the peaks
of her tits were firm but not nearly as swollen as they so often were
when her husband made love to her.
Still, Stacy Lancaster had spotted hard cock and was feeling certain
urges she had no reason to deny. She had promised her friend a
fantastic night and planned to keep that promise.
She grabbed the hair at the back of his head and bent him back away
from her nest. She bent low over him and lewdly licked along his cheek
and across his lips. She let her tongue tickle his gums and then
growled into his mouth. "I need your hard cock."
She pushed him onto his back and with practiced ease swarmed onto his
body. Stacy and her husband Jared had every similar body types and she
was used to being with a man her own size. She had of course been with
bigger men, both before she was married and since they had begun
swinging. She could only think of one other guy that had been
noticeably smaller than her like Phillip was.
He seemed small beneath her. His hairless chest made him look like a
child. It gave her an odd feeling but she suppressed it. Pasting an
expression of lust across her face, she held Sissy's enflamed little
helmet to her sex and swiveled her hips around it. "We are going to
have so much fun." She said, sounding giddy. Then, in a smooth but
quick plunge, she engulfed his sex with her own.
As her pink pussy lips spread welcomingly against his groin and his
cock penetrated as deeply as it could, Phillip cried out in a bizarre
mix of joy and despair. "Oh god Stacy, I'm sorry. You're just so
incredible!"
She felt his cock pulse and jerk. She detected the spurting flow of his
jizz erupting in her core. Sissy had cum instantly. She tried hard not
to apply that label to him with any malice.
"You're pretty incredible too, babe. Nothing feels better than having a
hard cock shoot off in my horny pussy." She lay down on his body and
kissed him hard, pushing her tongue as deeply into his mouth as she
could.
She gyrated her hips and used her powerful vaginal muscles to milk his
cock. Pulling away from the kiss with a gasp she breathed into his ear.
"Guess what I'm doing right now." She said.
"Oh god Stacy that feels incredible."
"It feels just as good for me baby. I'm going to keep you hard. Your
beautiful fucking cock is going to make me cum over and over again, I
just know it." She panted. She focused hard on her cunt, willing it to
greater arousal.
Phillip felt her excited pussy muscles dancing along and squeezing his
cock. She was right; he wasn't going soft. He stared up at Stacy's
face, wondering in the look of determined passion. Half of what was
keeping him erect was just watching her writhe.
"Here is comes honey. Oh Christ, can you feel that? Sshhhhhit! I'm
cumming. My kitty is creaming all over your hot dick. FFFFuck!" she
shouted.
Stacy wasn't faking her orgasm. The truth was, Stacy never had any
trouble making herself cum. However, she was being far more loud and
demonstrative than the rather gentle climax she was experiencing could
justify.
Stacy was panting and giggling as her body relaxed after her orgasm.
"Oh boy that felt good. I bet you're cock is just covered in our
juices." She scrambled up and off Phillip and lowered her head to his
glistening shaft. "I've got to taste it." She breathed.
Stacy inhaled his dick. She really did love the taste of cum - or at
least, loved the delicious perversity of slurping it up - and she
slobbered all over his knob. Since she had started swinging, her mouth
skills had improved quite a bit but she was still no deep-throat
artist. Sissy's rather under-endowed equipment fit into her mouth
comfortably, however; his flaring helmet nestling at the entrance of
her esophagus and her lips pressed deeply into his wiry pubic hair.
She held him there for a minute or more, letting her drool slobber out
onto his balls. "Oh god Stacy, I can't believe you're doing this. I
never dreamed you'd be like this!"
Stacy didn't answer right away. Instead she crawled her way back up his
body. She lowered her tits to his face, inviting him to devour them. As
he licked, kissed and sucked every pore of her treasures she laughed
seductively. "I'm not some stupid bimbo and I don't flirt much but I've
got a deep dark secret that only a few lucky men know." She pushed his
cock back into her slit and dropped down onto it hard enough to make
him grunt.
"Do you want to know my secret, stud?"
He nodded dumbly.
"I'm a slut at heart. A fuck bunny. When my pussy gets hot and wet like
it is right now, I will do anything for cock."
She heaved and rolled them over. Growling, she arched her back, raising
her hips and forcing his body upwards. Being bigger than her lover was
making her feel powerful. Her legs locked behind his and forced him
into a kneeling position between her legs. "I need you to fuck me. Do
me honey. Churn up my hot pussy and make me scream!"
Phil braced his arms at her sides and thrust into her with abandon. She
raised her legs high and pulled them nearly to her shoulders. "Oh fuck,
that's fantastic babe. See my cunt all open and wet for you? You're
making it so happy."
"Do you like to hear me talk about my pussy, Sissy? Do you like the way
it smells? Do you hear it sloshing? It's full of your cum, babe. It
drank down your yummy cream and now it wants more."
Phil was out of his mind with lust. This wasn't just the greatest sex
of his life. This was infinitely superior to even his wildest
fantasies. Stacy wasn't just beautiful and she wasn't just letting him
have sex with her... she was opening herself to ravishment with a
degree of inhibition and passion he would have never dreamed possible.
Stacy hands laced through her bush and pulled her labia taunt. There
was just a hint of a rounded peak at the summit of her sex. "Can you
see my clit, babe? It's small I know but it's very, very sensitive.
Wait till you feel this." She said.
She rubbed her fingers roughly against it. "Oh god." She grunted.
Phil shuddered and his eyes bugged out. The way Stacy's cunt responded
to the action on her clit was phenomenal. It felt like a rippling snake
constricting along his cock. He pounded mindlessly at her hole.
Stacy screamed. "Aaaahhh, yes. Fuck, I'm shooting off again. God baby,
you're doing me so good. I can't believe how much I'm juicing!" Her
hand didn't stop moving on her joy button. "Fuck me. Don't stop. I can
cum and cum and cum all night, babe. Screw me right through the bed!"
Phil tried his hardest to comply, ramming against her sex over and over
again. One moment Stacy's pussy gripped him tightly like a fist and the
next it was soft as butter and sloshing. The slushy combination of
their fluids was beginning to form a thin froth around her nether lips.
Stacy's fingers never stopped strumming her nubbin. "Oh god Phil, my
tits are on fire. Please, grab my tits and squeeze 'em good." She
begged. He paused his vigorous assault on her sex long enough to shift
his arms. His hands pressed down into the soft flesh of her breasts
hesitantly at first. Gradually, he began to rest more of his weight on
her. His fingers made furrows in her flesh.
Stacy began to buck beneath him, "Shit that's good. But don't stop
fucking me baby. I'm almost ready to cum again." She dug into her clit
with new vigor.
Her tits like warm meat in his hands, Philip lost control. His hips
went wild, gyrating every which way as his lust overloaded his
synapses. "God babe, you're unbelievable. I never thought it could be
like this. Shit, I'm going to cum again."
"Do it babe!" She shouted in his face. "I'm almost there. Pump me full
of your batter. I want to feel your hot stuff in me. I'm such a slut,
feeling your cock shoot off inside me will make me cum my ass off."
Grunting and heaving, Phil jammed himself to the hilt in Stacy's
boiling snatch and saw stars as jizz blasted down his shaft. "Fuck!" he
panted.
Stacy screamed, "Yes! I feel it! It's so hot and it's so deep in my
fucking pussy. Oh god, I'm cumming!"
Phillip collapsed across her body while she was still riding the crest
of her orgasm. Without thought, her hands dug into his ass and ground
him down on her spasming sex. She hunched her hips up and down, milking
his under-endowed member for all it was worth.