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Subject: {ASSM} Unwilling Well Maybe
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Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2015 18:10:05 -0400
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Helping Will off the hotel bar stool.   Feeling the dead weight of the 
really snookered man, as I grab my clutch and  unsteadily walk him across the 
floor to the door to the lobby and bank of  waiting elevators.
    His weight and almost non functioning legs,  making it difficult to 
steer him into the elevator as the doors slide open with  a loud "ding" in the 
late evening hours.  Looking and seeing no one  needing the car, as I prop 
him against the wall and reaching into his pants  pocket, finding his room 
key.  Then punching the button 6 as I slip the key  into his pocket again.  
Bracing Will between the wall and my body and  straining with my legs as he 
slips down a few inches.  Stopping the slow  glide to the floor and stamping 
my foot once in frustration as I watch the  numbers slowly move to 6.  A 
slight lurch and the door slides open with  another loud "ding."
    Taking a deep breath and dragging him half  out of the open doorway 
into the musty corridor of the old hotel.  The  carpeting a dark red and softer 
then I would like in this situation, as arm  around his waist, walking him 
slowly down the seemingly endless corridor.   Stopping at door 12, and 
fishing into his pocket again for the key.  Taking  it out with him propped 
against the door  jam, my fingers pushing the key  into the lock and turning it 
with a soft "click".    
    Feeling beads of perspiration at the nape  of my neck as we slowly 
weave down the short foyer and to the turned down  bed.  Dragging Will slowly to 
the side and pulling back the covers  more.  Then sitting him down on the 
plush mattress,   Watching it  sink under his weight and his body flop as I 
try to control it with one  arm.  Almost being pulled down with the weight of 
his body.
    Shaking my head as I, hands on his  shoulders, wonder what to do next.  
Knowing that I should not have goaded  him into the last drink or the two 
before that.  Knowing he was nervous  being around me, not knowing what to 
expect at this meeting.  Knowing how  they always don't turn out how you 
expect.  Quite the gentleman and  conversationalist; but observing his body 
language and seeing that my short  skirt was distracting him at times, especially 
as I crossed my long tanned bare  legs.  The hem of the dress hiking up and 
exposing the velvety inner  thighs, and hinting  at the thong or bare 
flesh, just out of  sight.
    Well I do believe I caught his eye, and a  bit more of his attention as 
I inadvertently has brushed the front of his  pants.  The best my poor 
knowledge could tell was that he was somewhat  excited.  And my pointed glances 
at his crotch as we sat and drank, did  nothing to assuage that feeling.  
But, yes, I should have stopped him from  the last threetor doubles.
    Now I will never know where we would have  gone with our meeting in the 
lounge.  Now I have a man to put to bed.   Again stamping my foot, as I try 
to decide whether to let him fall back and  leave him sideways on the bed, 
or to try to maneuver him  pillow to foot of  the bed.
    Along sigh and then sitting down on the bed  beside him, one hand 
steadying him as he wobbles like a weeble.  Fingers  undoing his dress shirt, one 
button after the other, then pulling at the knot of  his tie, slipping it 
over his head and peeling back his shirt, as I tug it from  his pants waist.  
Looking at his torso as I peel the wife beater over his  head.  Not bad 
musculature.
    Reaching down to the belt buckle and  undoing the inch belt and then 
the button on his slacks.   Being  rewarded with a soft moan, not of pleasure 
I am sure; but just a protesting  groan as I hold his body upright.  Now 
trying to figure out the logistics  of getting his pants off without letting 
him fall.  Slipping to my knees on  the carpeted floor and trying to hold him 
in place for a few brief seconds and  then feeling him tumble backwards, his 
legs bumping my face as they jerk in  response to the shift of weight.
    Well at least that is settled.   Undoing the laces on his shoes and 
slipping one then the other off of his feet,  placing them neatly half under 
the bed.  Then peeling back the socks and  stuffing one into each shoe.  
Trying to think when I last undressed a man  and put him to bed drunk.  Well who 
am I to talk, I am half there  myself.  Reaching to his zipper and pulling 
it down with a soft whisk of  sound.  A soft laugh to myself as I think how 
he probably pictured me on my  knees pulling his zipper down; him being awake 
and watching.  Well not this  time.
    Standing up and trying to lift his thighs  from the bed and shift his 
pants down his legs.   Finding I am  sweating, even with the purr of the AC 
in the room.  "Damn.  I am not  paid to do this."  Finally slipping the pants 
off his ankles and  feet.  Looking at Will, naked and mostly passed out, 
lying in his colored  shorts.  Or should I say black shorts, not a "tighty 
whity"guy.  Again  admiring the tone of his exposed body, arms, torso and legs.
    Looking around and finding the minibar in  the corner of the room and 
buying myself a couple of scotches,  Glenlivet's.  Finding a glass and 
pulling the wrapper off, then moseying  down the corridor with the ice bucket and 
finding the machine tucked in a  corner.  Filling it and I slowly walk back 
to the open doorway of the  room.  Thankful that I didn't close the door or 
it slammed shut as I didn't  bring the key.
    Making myself a double with a couple of ice  cubes and swirling them 
slowly to chill the scotch as I look at Will.  A  soft gentle smile turning my 
lips.  The romantic meets the skank, and what  happens.  He passes out!  
Just my luck or is it his luck?  Well,  as I sip the drink slowly and knee 
down at the side of the bed one more  time.  Trying to decide if you leave his 
shorts on or strip him down  totally.  Another sip of the double, then 
another as I sit back on my  legs.  One hand reaching to the front of his shorts 
and touching the bulge  of his sleeping cock and balls.  Wondering what he 
would say if he knew I  touched them and he didn't even know.  Tracing the 
outline idly with my  finger, then pulling down the front of his shorts to 
look.
    Figuring I started, I pull down the shorts  with a little bit of 
straining and looking with another soft smile, at the  nestling cock and balls.  
Another sigh, and then standing up with my drink  in hand placing it on the 
night stand and then bending to lift his legs at the  ankles and swiveling 
him very awkkwardly on the bed, shifting his head and back,  then his legs and 
slowly laying him head to foot properly on the  pillow.
    Lifting my top from my chest and shaking it  to get some air flow as 
the exertion caused me to sweat in my cleavage, well  what passes for my 
cleavage.  Touching the cold sweating glass to my  braless breasts and nipples 
and moaning with a soft explosion of  sensation.  The hard tips pointy and 
long and thick aching as I slip the  cold glass against the sensitive points.  
Easing the ache and increasing it  at the same time, my back arching and 
pushing my chest forward  involuntarily.  Eyes closing as I hiss softly.  
tongue wetting my  already wet lips.
    Taking a deep breath as I empty the glass  in one quick explosion of 
heat as the smooth scotch burns a path to my  stomach.  Then bending down and 
picking up Will's pants and shorts, folding  them neatly, then folding the 
shirts and placing them neatly on the  dresser.  Absently tidying the room.  
Then walking back and looking  down at the man, spread naked on the hotel 
bed.  Not bad at all, head to  toe.  A quick frown and then raiding the mini 
bar for another  double.
    Raising it slowly as I look at  Will.   "Here's to what might have 
been."  Taking a slow sip then  leaning down to kiss his lips with a soft brush 
of my lips.  Tongue  teasing, tasting his drinks on his breath and lips as I 
probe slowly into his  mouth.  Then breaking the kiss.
    Looking down at his sweet nestling cock, so  cut they can be when soft, 
but so angry looking when aroused.    Leaning and giving the head a soft 
kiss, tongue finding the piss slit and  pushing against it for a moment.  
Kneeling beside Will and taking the head  in my lips and another kiss and a lick 
of my tongue along the spongy  crown.  Lifting my lips from his sweet 
organ, when I feel a pulse of  movement against my fingers.
    Looking down and feeling another one as I  lick around the knob.  
Lifting the cock with one hand and licking from base  to the meeting of gland and 
shaft.  Tracing the vein of the soft  cock.  Feeling another movement.  
Fascinated, as I lick some more,  slowly teasing life into the head of the cock 
and shaft.  Watching as it  engorges slowly with blood.  The shaft swelling 
in girth and length, as my  tongue and fingers continue to tease.
    Watching as the semi erect prick jerks when  I blow my warm breath 
across the cum slit.  Blowing again as I look at the  unconscious man.  Well 
they say the cock has a brain of its own.   Feeling it responding to my 
attention but only some REM from Will's closed  eyes.
    Not only feeling the response of Will to my  attention, but also the 
fullness of my labia between my legs as they swell and  moisture seeps from my 
walls.  My eyes closing as I grip his cock with my  long slender fingers 
and feel it filling out as I stroke it for him.   Looking down at his cock and 
my hand.  Then reaching to rub my pussy  through my skirt.  A long moan as 
my fingers work the thing against and  then into my slit.  Feeling the thin 
material becoming moist, as my lips  suck it deeper.
    Taking a deep breath and releasing his  arching cock.  Watching it as I 
stand up and reach down to pull my top over  my head, feeling the sweet 
drag of nerve endings as the material caresses my  hard nipples.  Then undoing 
the snap of my skirt and zipper, slipping it  over my hips and down my 
thighs to puddle at my feet.  Pulling at my thong  still be lipped by my labia, 
pulling the damp patch of material free and sliding  it down my legs and 
stepping out of skirt and thong.  Then stepping out of  my high heels, loving 
the feel of the old style carpeting on my bare  feet.
    The Ac caressing my naked body, raising the  small puckers of "goose 
bumps" on my flesh.  Not needing to look down at  myself as I stand over the 
figure on the bed.  My long hair loose, maybe a  little wild now.  My small 
breasts almost conical on my chest, and the  thick nipples hard erasers 
sticking straight from my chest.  My legs  shoulders length apart, my toned abs 
sloping down to the spread of my hips and  just a gentle roundness to my 
mound and then the fatty lips, now thrusting as  proudly as my nipples.  Feeling 
the fullness of the flesh and a hint of  moisture as I shift my legs, 
walking the few steps to look down directly at the  face of Will and then at his 
slowly shrinking cock.
    A quick look around for my handbag, then  shaking my head, deciding I 
don't need to have a condom at the ready.   Kneeling once again, but this 
time on the bed.  Spreading his legs apart  and kneeling between them on the 
sheets as I lean down and kiss his lips one  more time then sitting back on my 
legs, beginning to nurse his cock with my  mouth one more time.  This time 
not teasing as I was to begin with, but  actually taking it into my mouth 
between licks and sucking on the thickening  head and shaft.  
    Reaching to the nightstand for his cell  phone and then taking a 
picture as I kneel between his legs.  His naked  body, eyes closed, his cock at 
half salute.  Putting the phone down beside  me and starting my task again.  
My wide mouth and lips made for sucking a  thick cock.  Feeling the flesh of 
the turgid organ, spreading and pushing  at my lips as it swells more.  The 
knob thick, entrapped in my warm, wet  mouth.  My cheeks drawing in and out, 
as I pump life into the now long  thick prick.  
    Watching the rise and fall of his chest,  deeper and quicker.   Hearing 
a soft moan from his lips, his body  tensing under my constant attention.   
Pulling his cock from my mouth  and holding it back to his abs, as I lower 
my head and suckle on the sweet meat  of his heavy nuts.  Smelling the 
strong musk of his scent.  Feeling a  pulsing of my cunt lips in answer, as I 
inhale deeply.  Finally finished  with the tight sack and licking up the long 
thick cum vein.  My fingers  gripping the veiny shaft.  Finding the taste of 
precum oozing from the piss  hole when my tongue slips over the opening.  
then using my fingers to milk  up the shaft, squeezing out more of the clear 
liquid.  Balancing it on my  tongue and savoring to taste, then swallowing 
it.  
    Nuzzling the cock head with my cheeks and  nose, as I rub my face on 
the hard muscle.  The soft covering sliding wetly  against my face, as the 
steely hard core, massaged my cheeks and the underside  of my chin.
    Taking a selfie with his camera of my lips  and his cock, my smile 
slightly manic.   Then lowering my head slowly  and carefully on the upright 
tower of flesh.  Impaling my face on it and  feeling the knob as it tickles my 
throat and then lodges.  Trying to focus  as I flick a series of shots of 
his cock and my mouth and throat.  Drawing  back with tears in my eyes and a 
cough in my throat and chest.  
    Then looking down at the raised spear of  his aroused cock, and sliding 
my cunt against the warm pulsing flesh, holding it  to my aroused lips and 
flexing my body to slowly ride against the underside  without penetration.  
Arching myself back and hips forward, the slick fat  lips hugging the 
underside of his prick.  Moaning and feeling a contraction  inside of my body as I 
ride half of his cock along my slit.
    Then forcing myself to straddle his body,  urgent in my need and 
raising up and then spearing my insides with the blunt  head and shaft.   Grunting 
and quivering as I feel the knob slap  against my cervix.  Feeling the 
discomfort as it pushes on my womb  opening.  Then lifting my body up slowly, 
feeling the thickness of the head  as it ripples along my cunt walls.  The 
casing, squeezing tight to his  thick muscle.   Hearing my pants and moans in 
my ears for seconds  before I realize the sound is from my lips as I hump 
shamelessly on the aroused  organ of the unconscious man.  My thighs tensing 
and releasing as are my  cunt walls.  Kegeling on the impaling organ, working 
it with every ounce of  strength I can muster.  Again feeling a contraction 
and then another.  
    Reaching down with one hand as I brace on  the bed with the other and 
rub my small throbbing pearl with my fingers.   Brutally rubbing the engorged 
button, as I feel a series of contractions  wracking my body, as I bounce 
on the limp body; but very hard  cock.
    Feeling his body pushing up to meet me, not  with strength but weakly, 
as I assume that he is ready to seed me with his randy  shaft.  The wet slap 
of flesh loud, in between my groans and moans.  A  softer sound slipping 
from his mostly slack lips.  
    Breathing hard as I milk his cock with my  cunt, squeezing, clenching 
and nipping at it with my slick walls.  Finally  feeling his body lifting up 
and knowing he is shooting his  spunk deep,  seeding my cunt, coating my 
walls and womb with his potent seed.  My walls  clenching hard again and 
milking as I feel his body lift three more times and  then lay back on the bed.  
My body riding down to impale myself totally on  his cock one more time.  
Using my thighs and cunt one more time and baring  down hard.  My whole body 
shaking with the effort to milk his seed  completely from his cock.
    A fine sheen of moisture on my whole body  as I finally relax, only 
then realizing I have his phone gripped in my right  hand.  Taking more picture 
as I slowly raise up and feel his cock slipping  from my greasy hole.  
Hearing the Lfwet suctioning pop as his cock head  pops free, and feeling my 
cunt close partially on emptiness, well on his  profusion of leaking cum.
    Lifting up and seeing the cock, still  large, but flexible now, a 
quarter circle on his flat stomach.  Swiping my  fingers between my legs and 
coating them with his thick white seed.  Then  licking my fingers and palm, 
tasting his rich protein.  Feeling the swollen  flesh between my toned thighs, 
the feeling of a well fucked cunt.
    Sliding down a little and taking a picture  of his lifeless cock.  My 
mouth then lowering to lick at the slimey  sheathing of moisture encasing it. 
 Tasting more of his seed and my own  nasty grease.  Cleaning his cock, my 
sweet worm, feeling it moving with my  tongue as I tease the shrunken 
monster around my cheeks.  Standing up and  moving to lean over my sweet William, 
swiping my hand through my still turgid  cunt lips and coating them with the 
lovely gooey mixture oozing from my hole, as  I clench.  Kissing his lips 
after I licked the diluted dew from my fingers,  and giving him a minor 
snowball, wiping my fingers on his cheeks and upper  lip.  Then a soft kiss on 
his forehead.  Sleep my Knight, you have  sheathed your sword mightily this 
night.
    A quick peruse of his phone, deleting some  pictures and sending a copy 
to my phone.  Tilting my diluted drink  finishing the smooth liquid.  
Looking at Will as I dress and then taking my  thong and balling it up and 
curling the fingers of his right hands around the  fragrant wisp of material.  
Walking to his pile of neatly folded clothing  and taking out $20.  Writing a 
note on Hotel letterhead.  "You got a  discount for a job well done.     
Raven."
 
    
 
 
 
    
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