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   HOTEL
   By
   Marc
   Marque was sitting at his desk in their hotel room, dressed in shorts, a
t-shirt, and sneakers.  She was taking a nap.  In the meanwhile, he had
connected online and was watching porn.
   His prick bulged through the thin fabric of his boxers, the outline of
the big head clearly visible through the cloth.  A big vein ran down the
length of his prick almost to the end.
   Marque grasped the waistband of his boxers and began easing them down as
he continued chatting.
   Clair's eyes were fixed on his dangling dick.  The shaft straightened
and stiffened, she knew, he was chatting or watching porn.  His fingers
stretched the thick foreskin back over the head.
   Marque adjusted his swollen prick so that the head touched his palm
frequently when he got time to touch it between the chats.  The front of
his glans was wet and slippery with his lubricant.  The cock-head was
seeping lube copiously.
   His big hand gently grasped his hardness again and moved the loose outer
skin of his cock up and down.  He was stroking to please himself.
   She reached up under her skirt, up under her panties, and started
finger-fucking herself.  She couldn't think straight.  Her legs suddenly
clamped together around her masturbating hand and her loins went into
spasms.
   Clair could see his cock sticking up just past the edge of the table,
could see his tight fist jerking and squeezing the lube out.  Streams and
gobs of spunk shot straight up out of Marque's cock and splashed all over
the table, some of it getting on his papers.
   His prick had been hard since the first minute he had been connected
online.  When Marque needed relief, he was not ashamed to be jacking off.
Clair knew about his healthy curiosity about sex and girls.
   "What you been doing, Marque?" She asked.  Claire felt good today.  She
had watched for quite a while.  He had as strong a sex drive, she knew
about it.
   "Studying," Marque said.  He had a nervous quiver in his voice.
   "Lean your back against the pillows." Marque said.  "I want to see you
playing with your pretty pussy."
   The slit Clair had between her legs intrigued him.
   "Why don't you take a break and come over here?" Clair said to him.  She
sat up and looked at the mess he'd made all over the table.
   She looked very serious.  "Why are you playing with your cock while
online?"
   "Seriously, this is quite interesting.  I chatted for ten minutes,
suddenly a woman even began to rub her breasts and then her pussy as she
watched me playing with my cock." Marque said.
   "I know, it can be great turn-on
   "When I suggested, she had pulled up her skirt as she masturbated to
orgasm.
   Claire gasped, spreading her legs wider.  She purred, her nipples
thrusting upward like fingertips as her tits rose and fell.  Marque
approached the bed and grasped her ankles.  He spread her legs even wider,
actually lifting up her thighs and pressing them to her tits.
   "Isn't this better than the pictures and movies on the Internet?" She
enquired with a giggle.
   "Wow, That's pretty, show me more!" Marque said.  He spread her
cunt-lips with his thumbs and slipped his tongue up her crotch, sucked her
clit, making her hump, making her toes clutch with each smack of his lips.
   She could see, his cum covered cock head was jutting out of his pants.
Claire wanted to show that she loved his goodies as well.  There was
something ultra-exciting about the idea, the two of them masturbating
together.
   Claire was sopping wet between her legs.  Pussy cream bubbled out
between her cunt-lips.  She shimmied her thighs together in a last burst of
masturbatory excitement.
   She started to do gymnastic movements on the bed.  Being a gymnast and
cheerleader, she was used to doing splits, and now she split her legs
perfectly, opening herself up to the limit.  Her swollen cunt-lips parted,
her cunt opening like a furry-lipped mouth.
   He caught her when she fell, sliding a hand between her legs for a
moment and holding her by the crotch.
   His cock swelled, its veins standing out, its entire length pulsing and
quivering.  She stared as if hypnotized at his engorged cock.  Marque
started jerking off for a second time.  He was pounding his cock.
   "Such a big cock!  And you know how to use it!" Clair said watching his
hand moving up and down.
   She reached off the bed into a handbag and pulled out a tape measure.
   "You want measure my cock?" Marque said.  "You've already measured it
yesterday."
   "You're super-excited," Clair said.  "You're cock's so hard it looks
like your knob's gonna pop off.  When a cock gets as hard as this, it
grows."
   Clair giggled, gingerly squeezing the man's cock with her fingertips. 
"What a slab of meat!  I wish I could measure it while you're coming.  I
bet it would be even bigger."
   "Squirt it all over between my legs!  I wanna feel it shoot!"
   He put his free hand on top of her head and pushed her face toward his
cock.  Moments later, her right hand was wrapped half around the base of
his super-thick cock.  Her left hand slid down between her legs, her middle
finger disappearing between the furry lips of her cunt.
   Her head bobbed quicker, her lips rippling over the boy's prick-veins,
her mouth sucking, her tongue churning.  His body shuddered and his cum
erupted into Clair's mouth.
   Several drops of hot, watery fluid shot against Clair's belly and tits.
Marque exhaled, releasing his cock.
   Then he forced his cock head into her pussy mouth, stretching it open
mercilessly.  With a smooth thrust, he sank his cock all the way up her
cunt.  She drowned in the pleasure, and she wanted more.
   Slowly he started to hump, to slide his cock in and out a few inches at
a stroke, beginning to take longer and longer plunges into her defenseless
pussy.
   Not the end of it...

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   I could hang my hat on because all the blood in my body has gone to my
crotch.
   Shew was wearing Daisy Dukes and God, she looked sexy.  She'd initially
cut them too short.
   Actually daisy dukes should be as short as you dare, the shorter the
better and I don't mind if they look trampy.  Some of these women were
wearing things that could get them arrested in a less liberal town.
   Susan was wearing and appropriate bikini top a short miniskirt and her
summer habit used to be without panties at this time of the day.
   With some girls a denim jacket looks cool--but usually I think it is too
much denim.  In the evening or on a cooler day a leather jacket or just a
sweatshirt can look great.
   However, for my eyes they chicks can't overdo it.
   Damn nice photos could be taken here, Marque thought.  He was excited.
Watched a video were a young woman used a zucchini on her wide open pussy.
She isn't a vegetarian, even though the the zucchini vegetable is low in
calories.
   It can either be yellow or green or light green, and generally has a
similar shape to a ridged cucumber.
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   You wearing a long flowing dress hat is so tight you cannot get the top
buttons done up and your boobs are flowing out.  He was re-dressing her in
sexy outfits and figuring out how to get her to do the things he wanted.
   All the ideas that Susan presented and represented excited him.  He
couldn't resist the temptation.  His left hand was sneaking into his pants.
   Marque reached for his erect organ.  The pre-cuming head was feeling
happy for every touch he made.  Their chat continued.  With one hand Marque
was writing lines, with the other one he began to masturbate.
   "Susan, you are an incredible woman," he told her.
   She didn't know that the Marque was masturbating.  She had been talking
to the man for a while, checked his profile picture.  There was a tingle in
her pussy.  She couldn't explain the feeling.
   "You have a great picture here." She responded.
   Marque tried to explain.  "It might be difficult at first to get the
head of my penis past your tight lips, but finally I'll succeed."
   She wrote, "You are crazy, man." Why doesn't he get his fucking life
together and stop chasing female on chats?  I'm not your kind of person,
she thought.  I might be a part time nymphomaniac, but I manage to get all
the fucking cocks I need.  She thought about the machine.  The fucking
machine she had bought.
   However, her curiosity was increasing.  Why not to submit myself and
become an ultimate sex object for him.  Susan wrote, "Why do you think I
should move to pleasure island and take that job?"
   "It's a teaching and coaching gig," He wrote.  "Your job is to learn
porn and masturbation addicts to withhold their dirty behavior.  The idea
is to treat the addiction with an over dose of sexual stimulation."
   Susan imagined, how the clients would fill her mouth, pussy and keep her
hands busy.  They would be busy and using their slimy manhoods on her.  "Oh
my God, what am I getting into?" she tried to rationalize.  She wasn't sure
about the contract.  "Should I sign it?" She asked herself.  Would it be a
good idea to become a personal trainer of sex addicts at the Pleasure
Island?  Susan wasn't sure.
   She considered telling him about her new toy.  Julie had invested in a
fucking machine.  That technological wonder was assembled in her room.  She
was excited about the future prospects of that machine.  No more lonely
nights, Susan hummed.
   She moved obediently in front of the machine and adjusted her legs a
little further apart, to let the dildo move inside her slippery pussy,
checking the controls, speed adjustment, penis size, penetration depth,
etc. She pushed the button.  The machine started to hum.
   "This feels good." Susan said.  "I am just a horny girl looking for some
serious fun."
   She told Marque about the machine.  He got overly excited.  "I like that
idea.  You would be riding the fuck machine and a classroom filled with
porn freaks and masturbation addicts would be watching."
   "Would you like me fully clothed while doing those things or in some
kind of special outfit, lingerie or nothing?"
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   AT LIBRARY
   Julie noticed that he was hung like a horse.  She was getting excited
about the bulge in his pants.  Her mind was drifting away from history
books, she just wanted to feel a big dick feels like in her mouth and
pussy. While reading, she started figuring him naked and she thought about
ways to start sucking his large cock.
   Would He like me fully clothed?
   She wanted her pussy eaten out.  "Oh my god, then sucking on that big
dick, and climb on top on him for some hardcore fucking." She started
daydreaming.  "I want to be flipped around like a pancake and fucked in
many positions until he spews his gooey cum all over my face and tits.
   Marque looks at her and images her taking off her clothes and pleasuring
herself with her vibrator, rubbing it all over her wet pussy and clit.  He
wanted to mind control her, to get her performing, here in the library, to
make her to take her clothes off and begin masturbating right in front of
him.  Wouldn't that be great to have the power to send impulses to women
and make them super horny and make them doing he wanted.
   He visions how the babe now sitting two meters away from him, moving
over, fishing out his cock, sucking and taking his whole load in her little
mouth.  "I need to get sucked soon," he reasoned.  "I want her to be a part
of my fantasy.  Her tits teasing me and finally getting down to unzip my
pants and swallow my cock whole and sliding it in and out of her warm
slippery throat."
   She looked at him.  Gave him a smile.  "What's he thinking?" She
wondered.  Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter.  Julie couldn't
understand, "Why am I so horny?  What makes me wanna touch him?  I want him
closer?  I would like to have him feeling me up here in the library.  This
is Crazy," she thought.
   Marque in his mind figured how she slowly stripped off her clothes to
reveal her round ass and perky tits.  "This cutie really looks like she
wants to fuck with me." Fantasies are floating in his sex addicted mind. 
He can't stop thinking about her tight and shaved pussy gets rammed from
multiple positions.  "I her sucking my massive hardon, going to the
extreme, and finally spurting my load of hot cum all over face."
   ----- Next
   Her name is Julie, 23 years, a young and good looking woman.  She was
hungry, for sex.  Julie's tits were round and firm - nips small - but she
loved tits fucking.  Her nips are sensitive and she loves them kissed,
touched and pinched.
   Today, she was wearing a denim mini, t-shirt, black hold-ups, and nice
shoes with 2" heels.  She didn't have a bra underneath, however, for safety
reasons, she had decided to wear a thong.
   The denim miniskirt was short.  Someone might see her shaven pussy, so
that's the reason for having a thong.  She had planned to stay at the
library for the whole afternoon, studying middle age history.  Her personal
project included studies about the local monastery, monks and priests.
   She noticed a man that entered the library.  He was moving around and
searching for books to read.  Five minutes later, he too got seated at a
table close to Julie.  She didn't know the man.
   Not a local hunk, she thought.  He gave her a look, said, "Hello!" and
started to read.  Julie noticed that he was into books with local history
content.
   She was curious.  Is he a tourist, business man or the new kid on the
block?  Her experienced eyes measured his body, his looks and she noticed a
bulge in his pants.  Not bad, she thought.  Suddenly, he squeezed the bulge
with his fingertips, outlining it.
   It wasn't an erection, but pretty inviting.  She figured that the
material of his pants was quite thin and the contours of his cock could be
seen by her trained eye.
   It's possible.  He didn't wear boxers or panties underneath.  That was
probably the explanation.  Not bads, she thought.  That's interesting.  The
day in the library wouldn't be boring at all.
   
  
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