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Subject: {ASSM} Unwilling, Will Maybe
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Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2015 07:10:57 -0500
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Unwilling, Will Maybe (MF,  alcohol)
 
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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