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 SMALL HOTEL BREAKFAST
   Saturday, early morning.  He wasn't sleeping very well.  When Marque
woke up, it must have been about 9 am, he had to hurry down to the
restaurant for breakfast.  He was both hungry and horny at the same time.
   It was quiet down there.  Marque deliberately chose to be seated at a
corner table.  He wanted a place for himself were he could read adult
novels and magazines while enjoying coffee and breakfast.
   Minutes later, graciously served by the curvy receptionist, he had faced
yesterday arriving late at the night to the hotel.
   She flashed a smile before she turned back toward the counter.
   Marque felt relaxed and horny in a public place at the same time.  He
was happy with the pornographic stories and couldn't keep his hands hands
away from his semi-erect cock stretching out along his left leg.
   At the counter, two waitresses were talking about him.  "Wasn't he the
man that arrived last night with a remarkable hard-on showing?" They
giggled and looked at the man in the rear corner table.
   The other waitress said, "Yes, it's him, and I think he'd cum on his
pants too.  Naughty man.  Maybe he had masturbated in the car before his
arrival?  She continued."
   "He's good looking, isn't he, and has such a huge cock too?" She
commented.  They were looking the man sitting alone at his table reading
his paperback book.  They were used to male travelers and their curious
habits.
   "Look, I think he is feeling himself under the table cloth." The other
waitress said.  "I guess, he is also one of those participating in the
adult writers seminar." She continued.
   Marque noticed that the waitresses were looking at his direction.  "What
were they talking about?" he thought and continued reading.  He couldn't
hear their comments.
   Marque shifted nervously in his seat.  He enjoyed fondling and rubbing
the big hard bulge in the front of his pants.
   Wrapping his fingers around his stiff rod, he succeeded to slide the
foreskin up and down over his slippery cock head.  Marque occasionally
changed the tempo of his touches and strokes.
   Marque grasped the head his thick dong in his hand and began
meticulously teasing the sensitive glands through the thin material of his
trousers.  He was thoroughly enjoying the manual teas of his big hard cock.
   Marque knew that his cock would eventually shoot out a wad of jizz and
then go limp, and he could then walk away without showing his erection.
   Nevertheless, he was trying to postpone his orgasm as much as possible,
extending the time his wonderful tool would stay nice and hard.
   He nearly forgot the environment.  Marque wasn't alone.  The waitresses
were sneaking at his odd behavior.
   The man was about to masturbate in a public place.  It wasn't a good
idea to soak his pants at this time of the day.
   Moments later, he considered to open the fly and jerk his tool in the
open.  He thought it would be hidden for the eyes of others by the table
cloth.
   He wasn't alone in the quiet breakfast room.  Marque was reading the
magazines and books he had had bought, but unaware about a woman standing
on the stairs above him.
   She had a close look at his reading material and what he was doing with
his evident erection.
   Liz watched Marque adjust his painful position, letting his swollen and
rampant cock have more room.  She could see his huge cock sliding and
stretching out along the left leg of his pants.
   Marque forgot to overlap it by the table cloth.  Liz had an open view of
his goodies from her elevated position.
   She moved silently from her observation point and approached his table.
Liz knew him from a picture in the seminar material she had been reading on
the train.
   Marque sat there behind his table reading, turning the pages, drinking
coffee and occasionally touching his organ through his pants.  Liz enjoyed
watching.  Gradually, she too began feeling wet between her legs.
   She realized, watching him from her hidden position for several minutes,
her nipples hard and sensitive, they wanted to be touched, squeezed and
pinched.
   Marque continued with his recreational jerk off.  He stimulated the cock
by letting the skin slide back and forth over his slippery head
   Liz pretty and engorged clit was throbbing.  The achy itchiness deep in
her love tube made her vagina clench and open constantly.
   He was very clse to cuming.  It started out with a tingling feeling back
somewhere behind his cock and began to spread all through his body in the
most extraordinary feeling he had experienced in a public place.
   Her pussy was taking deep breaths like a fish on dry ground, gasping for
air and hyperventilating.
   Moments before a flood of hot, white, creamy juice would shot out of the
end of his cock for the first and definitely most unforgettable time in
this cafeteria, he decided to stop.
   She smiled, her pussy moistened, Liz knew, her time was going to be
tonight, and her proud and protruded clit knew that the man down there was
horny and ready for anything to bring pleasure to the erogenous zones.
   Her pussy wanting to be rubbed and sucked.  She needed to cum so badly.
Liz would have done anything a man demanded.
   She quietly moved down the circular stairway and down the long hall to
the table where the he was sitting.  Liz approached him from an angle where
she could surprise the man.  She even knew his name.
   Liz said, "Hello Marque, aren't you one of the participants in the
creative writers seminar?" She reached out her hand to say hello.
   Her first glance toward his crotch caused Liz to emit a controlled gasp,
and a wave of excitement tingled through her whole body.
   There was an outline of a huge shaft which had slipped down the leg of
his trousers.
   It was a tribute to have a large dick.  Marque knew it was close to ten
inches when hard.  He wasn't afraid to show it either, he was pretty proud
of it but that's another story.
   Liz was a new woman.
   She swallowed hard, composed herself and then sort of nearly wanted to
mention that there was quite a bulge there in his pants and he must be hung
like a bull.
   THE WRITER'S SEMINAR
   This was going to be a difficult week.  Marque couldn't help himself. 
He had been caught off guard.
   Suddenly, that good looking woman just stood there on his side and she
was watching at him with a curious smile on her face.
   She looked right at his crotch.  Nevertheless, she had been looking at
something else as well.
   He rose from his chair.  She got an opportunity to watch at a large wet
spot at the point were his cock head ended.
   Marque stood before her and reached out his hand to say hello, the book
in his other hand, trying to cover the bulge in his pants.
   Liz was holding his hand for a longer time to examine and measure his
hardon.
   Her eyes looked into his and her gaze pierced him.  Her nipples were
erect, wanting to be touched.
   She thought about his huge cock invading her unused vagina.  She hadn't
been fucked for weeks.
   Liz was becoming sexually stimulated and was so very aware of the big
man standing in front of her.
   Marque knew that his prick had started to raise even more and that added
to his embarrassment and humiliation.
   "Liz," She said, "my name is Liz." She was now standing on the side of
the table and had already seen more than he'd expected.
   She guessed that his cock was very long.
   Liz measured his rigid bulging cock showing through his trousers.  It
was massive, long and thick, a little curved like she had never imagined.
   It was probably on of the biggest cocks her eyes had ever measured in a
situation like this.
   The sexual teasing that he had been subjected to had give Marque an
enormous erection.
   Liz, the woman, wore a fairly revealing summer dress, nothing really
outrageous but showing a fair amount of her breasts.  Marque counted.  Four
buttons were open.
   In anticipation, he started to look up, his eyes tracking the lines of
her legs, from the ankles up.
   She loved to possess the power to get men to put their hands in their
pants busy masturbating themselves.  Liz loved to dress sexy and a little
provocative.
   Some men had a sense for what a woman's body wanted.  His eyes moved
fast, and in a split second he was looking her in the eyes.  He was
smiling.
   Marque's ace was a little red, but he was pretty well composed.
   Most men just fuck for themselves, and that's what all Liz's male
friends before this one had been like.  All they wanted was to get your bra
off, grab your tits, and try to cum.  No interest in me, she thought.
   While seated behind the table, she reached over and ran her hand over
the huge bulge in his pant leg.
   Liz squeezed it, learning that this thing was every bit as huge as it
looked and it wasn't even hard yet.  I could only imagine what it would be
like hard.
   Liz said, "Let's go to my room before the seminar starts."
   She was impressed by it's thickness which seemed as big as her wrist.
   Liz located the base of his shaft and managed to hook her finger under
the member and worked it back and forth until it finally gave up it's
position in his pants leg which was no easy task.
   "I want that big dick in me all right," she said to him.  "Are you ready
to fuck me upstairs." Liz continued.
   BACK IN THE ROOM
   He looked again at her face.  Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly
parted, her breath rapid, breasts rising and falling rapidly.
   This can't be happening, he thought.  She's participating in the
seminar! He shouldn't be thinking of her as a sex object.
   Marque looked at her again, aghast at what he was thinking.  Could she
really not know what sexual desire was, that the emptiness was her longing
for sex?
   Liz eagerly helped Marque to get her panties off and he could heard her
moan when his big fingers found her engorged clit.
   She reached for his belt, began to open his trousers, when suddenly he
grabbed her hand.  "Let me strip for you," He said.
   Liz watched mesmerized as Marque started to unbuckle his belt, unzipped
his trousers and slid them down his legs, and then stepped out from his
trousers.
   Moments later, as she noticed Marque nearly naked wearing only boxer
shorts.  He stood up, hands crossed in front of his crotch, staring at her.
   Liz studied his body.
   His stiff cock stuck out from the fly.
   As Marque was finishing his strip-tease performance he noticed that her
pink slit was now open to view between the now open and puffy lips of her
vagina, and dripping wet!
   Liz guessed that lots of women wanted to get their hands on his
beautiful slightly, up curving, flang-headed, uncut cock and make that
wonderful thing happen again and again.  To make him cum.
   "Legs apart," he ordered, and she did as she was told.  He wanted to see
her wide open pussy.
   She watched every little move as Marque tugged on his belt and finally
managed got his pants open and his mighty weapon freed.
   When his manhood sprung out Liz gasped aloud.  It was big, it was
beautiful, and for the moment it was in her posession.
   It sprang out of his pants like some beast happy to be released from
captivity.
   Liz surprised him at the intensity with which she then attacked him. 
She watched the big naked man and realized his dick was standing straight
out and bouncing.
   She walked over to Marque and softly stroked the thick slimy rod.
   In a flash she was on her knees, between his legs, ready to take his
cock in her mouth.
   Liz finally went down on his huge cock but could hardly get her mouth
over much more than the head without really pushing down hard.  The head
was pretty big, swollen, slimy, deep red in color, a little bigger around
as the shaft.
   Marque couldn't wait any longer.  When she got on her knees between his
legs and shoved her mouth down on his stiff rod, his cock felt good.
   Marque sighed with relief.
   Liz nearly choked herself when she felt a strange hand on her butt. 
Keeping Marque's cock in her mouth she looked around to see a second man
standing behind her.
   Liz was speechless.  It's not easy to speak with a big cock in your
mouth.
   She was too stunned to move.
   Where did he come from?  The strangers hand on her butt caressing it,
and the other on his hard cock.
   She started to remove her mouth from Marque's cock to protest when
Marque grabbed her head hard and kept it in place.
   The intruder slipped his middle finger into her slippery vagina, and
then added his index finger thrusting them in and out as his thumb strummed
a beat against her rock hard clit.
   "Fuck me," She said to the stranger.
   She could feel the tip of his cock touch places that had never been
touched by any man except maybe her gynecologist.
   Liz lifted herself higher and then higher until she was nearly high
enough for his cock to come out and back down again.
   Liz discovered it very difficult to suck a cock and be fucked by one at
the same time.  I found it hard to concentrate on sucking.
   But the grabbed Marque's cock and stuck it into her mouth and sucked
everything he had out.
   The men were admiring the beauty of the woman.
   
  
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