Hot Sheets (19 page)

"Yes, yes you
do!" Mike gasped as she parted her pussy lips with her slender
fingers, displaying the glistening pink entrance to her cunt.
"Christ, you get the job all right!"

"Don't you
think you'd better try me out first?" she asked, moving to a sofa.
"I mean, I might not be any good, might I?"

As she reclined on the sofa and parted her thighs as wide as
she could, Mike walked across the bar and knelt between her feet,
his eyes transfixed on the yawning pink opening to her vaginal
sheath. Hardly able to believe his luck, he looked up to the
ceiling.
I take back what I said about you
having it in for me. Thanks, mate
.

"You'd better
feel inside my vagina, see if it's to your liking," Nancy grinned
mischievously as she stretched her pussy lips wide apart.

"Yes, I'd
better," Mike murmured, sliding his finger into her hot velveteen
sheath. "Mmm, feels good to me. Hot, creamy-wet - perfect!"

"That's the
nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"That's the
nicest thing I've ever said to anyone!"

"You're so
sensitive to a woman's needs, Mike."

"I have my
moments."

"You'd better
test me out properly, put me through my paces. We don't want the
clients complaining, do we?"

"Er... no, of
course not!" he grinned, unzipping his trousers.

Pulling his
foreskin back, Mike exposed his purple glans proudly to Nancy's
appreciative gaze. Taking his veined shaft in her warm hand, she
ran his knob up and down her girl slit, her outer lips engorging,
her lust juices decanting as her arousal soared. Moving forward,
her rounded buttocks over the edge of the sofa, she slipped his
knob between her wet inner lips, taking his bulbous glans into the
heat of her yearning cunt. Gasping as she closed her eyes, drifting
in her excitation, she gently pulled the base of his penis closer,
his shaft gliding into her quivering body until his balls came to
rest against her taut buttocks.

Looking down
at the satisfying union, Mike focused on her stretched, pinken
inner lips, lovingly hugging the root of his rampant cock. Gently
parting her sex crack with his thumbs, he gazed at her solid
clitoris, emerging invitingly from its protective hide. Her stomach
rising and falling as he caressed her sex nodule, she began to
breathe deeply, her mouth open, her head turned to one side as she
gave herself completely.

She was too
good to sell! Mike thought as he continued his clitoral massaging,
her cunt palpitating, rhythmically gripping his motionless,
rock-hard shaft. Lovingly pinching and pulling on her sensitive
nipples, she licked her dry lips, sinking into a pool of sensuality
as her clitoris pulsated beneath Mike's caressing fingertip.

There was an
unusual air of eroticism about her, he mused. She wasn't to be
sold, fucked crudely, tethered and whipped - she was to be taken
gently, lovingly. Perhaps he should save her for the romantic type.
Himself?

Her husband's
loss was his gain, he concluded as he withdrew his slippery shaft
until her inner lips lovingly embraced his glans. Driving into her
again, dragging her inner petals into the wetness of her sex
sheath, he imagined her husband taking the au pair. Au pairs were
two a penny, to be fucked hurriedly, crudely. Au pairs floated from
country to country with their baggage, their pussies, being fucked
here and there on their travels. Here today, gone tomorrow - come
today, come mañana.

This woman
wasn't just a fuck - she held a mysterious fascination for him.
Elizabeth had taken his fancy, sucked his sperm into her vagina,
roused something. Perhaps her royal status had captivated him? he
reflected. But what was it about Nancy that enchanted him so? he
pondered. There was far more to this little beauty than her tight
cunt!

"That's nice,"
she whispered as he massaged her throbbing clitoris faster and
repeatedly drove his glans deep into her slippery duct. "Mmm, it's
been so long."

"Your husband,
didn't he..."

"Yes, but not
like this! A few grunts and thrusts and it was over! You're
obviously a professional."

A professional?
She was a
professional, too, Mike decided. Her suspender belt decorating her
naked hips, her legs splayed, her undulating muscles sucking his
glans deep into her hot body, she was all woman, the epitome of
femininity.

"A little
faster now," she murmured, her fingers and thumbs tweaking her
erect nipples. "A little harder."

"God, you're
tight," Mike smiled. "And so wet!"

"And you're so
big! Ah, yes, that's nice!" she gasped, her naked body jolting as
he drove into her again and again. "You're so perceptive to the
clitoral needs of a woman. Oh, oh! Keep rubbing me, I'm nearly
there!"

The likes of
electricians and plumbers weren't going to get anywhere near this
classy bitch! Mike decided as she bit her lip and lurched forward,
her body becoming rigid. Shaking violently, her hands snatched from
her firm breasts to grip the sofa cushion, she tightened her sex
muscles, gripping Mike's thrusting shaft like a velvet-jawed vice.
No - the ragged plebs weren't going to use this vagina as a wanking
pot! Nancy had to pay her way, but the money would come from
professional men, discerning men who appreciated the female form,
who would lovingly massage her sweet pussy with their penises and
bathe her inner flesh with sperm - not shag her to pieces like a
rag doll!

"I'm going to
come," she breathed, her face flushing, her nostrils flaring as she
arched her back. "Ah, oh, that's so good!"

"God, you're
beautiful!" Mike gasped as his knob ballooned and his sperm coursed
its way up his shaft, exploding from his throbbing glans. "Ah, I'm
there! Ah, God!"

His penile
thrusting rocking her glowing body, his spunk lubricating her sex
cylinder, Mike vibrated his fingertips faster over her orgasming
clitoris. Lifting her legs, she placed her feet over his shoulders,
her outer cunny lips bulging, tightly hugging his pistoning shaft
as he took her ever higher to her orgasmic heaven.

"Don't stop!"
she cried as he massaged her ever flowering cherry and drove his
sex hose deep into her convulsing cunt, bathing her hot cervix with
his sperm. "Ah, don't stop! Keep me coming!"

"I will! I
will!" he grunted, his draining balls slapping her taut buttocks as
he continued his beautiful cervical pounding.

The last of
his spunk jetting from his swollen knob, he slowed his thrusting
rhythm, bringing her gently down from her paradise. Her head
lolling from side to side as he massaged the final ripples of sex
from her engorged clitoris, she fell limp, her breathing slow, deep
in her satisfaction.

Withdrawing
his marinated cock from her burning sex sheath, Mike lowered her
legs and sat on his heels, gazing at his sperm oozing from her
inflamed pussy hole. She'd been well and truly fucked, he thought
happily. She'd passed the test, gone through her paces and come out
with flying colours.

"That was
heavenly!" she murmured as she opened her glazed eyes and focused
on Mike. "God, that was beautiful!"

"You're
beautiful!" Mike grinned. "Incredibly beautiful!"

"Cleanse me
now. Please, cleanse me with your tongue," she begged huskily.
"Lick me clean."

Lowering his
head as she parted her wet rubicund pussy lips, opening her
sperm-drenched cuntal portal, Mike lapped up the heady products of
their orgasms. Her head back, she gasped as his tongue repeatedly
swept over her ripening clitoris, arousing her again as she began
to tremble with the incredible pre-orgasmic sensations coursing
through her contracting womb.

"God, I'm
going to come again!" she cried as he drove three fingers into the
wet heat of her tightening vagina. "Oh, oh, I'm going to... I'm
coming!" Never having witnessed female ejaculation, Mike snatched
his fingers out of her spasming sheath and excitedly lapped up the
girl-come gushing from her steaming vagina. She really was
something else! he marvelled as she writhed and squirmed in her
sexual ecstasy. Never before had he seen a woman experience such an
intense orgasm and, as she gripped his head between her smooth
thighs, he thought he'd drown in her copious lust juices.

Finally moving
his molten mouth away from her volcanic sex centre, he licked his
lips, gazing in awe at the woman as she massaged her clitoris to
another mind-blowing climax. The sofa absorbing her flowing sex
fluid, her legs splayed, she screamed as her very soul rocked in
her incredible coming. Reaching beneath her thigh with her free
hand, she thrust four fingers into her foaming vaginal sheath,
sustaining her multiple orgasm as Mike looked on in wonderment.

"By gad!" the
colonel cried as he wandered into the bar, his moustache twitching
wildly in his excitement. "Good grief, old man, what the deuce is
going on?"

"Ah, Colonel!"
Mike grinned sheepishly as he rose to his feet and zipped his
trousers. "I was just... er, come into the dining room."

Ushering the flabbergasted man through the doorway, Mike
glanced back at Nancy. Oblivious as to what was going on, she
continued her fervent finger fucking, her clitoral massaging,
bringing out another series of orgasmic shockwaves as she gasped
her pleasure.
She's something
else!

"By Jove!" the
colonel breathed. "A naked woman masturbating in the bar? This
place is looking up, old man!"

"She... she's
the hotel ghost," Mike blurted out, wishing he hadn't.

"Ghost? She's
no ghost, old boy, she's as real as you and me! What a crack she
has on her! And get an eye full of her titties! What!"

"No, no she's
not real!" Mike remonstrated, yanking the colonel out of eyeshot of
the sordid scene. "I've seen her many times, she drifts around
naked and, on the odd occasion, she masturbates."

"Let's go back
and have a look at her juicy crack. I haven't watched a woman
masturbate since way back in forty-two when I was..."

"No, no! Er...
how was your breakfast?"

"I haven't had
my breakfast, yet. By Jove, eight-thirty, and no breakfast!"

"Go into the
dining room and I'll see what the chef's up to."

"What about
the masturbating ghost? Aren't we going to..."

"She'll be
gone by now. The next time she appears, I'll let you know and you
can watch her. Go into the dining room and I'll have your breakfast
sent in."

Shaking his
head as the old letch wandered into the dining room, Mike returned
to the bar to discover Nancy dressing. "Did someone come in?" she
asked bashfully, rolling her stockings up her long legs. "I thought
I heard angels' voices."

"Er... no, it
was me. Nancy, you're incredible! I've never seen a woman come like
that before!"

"I'm well
practised in the art of masturbation. I've been doing it for years,
and I've got it to a fine M."

"You certainly
have! Good God, never have I seen so much pussy juice!"

"Practice
makes perfect, as they say," she smiled, buttoning her blouse.

"Look, I've
got to go to the kitchen and kick my chef in the bollocks. I'll see
you later."

"Yes, all
right. When's breakfast?"

"Any time
between now and this evening, knowing my chef! Go through to the
dining room and I'll see what's he's up to."

"All right.
And, Mike - thanks."

"Thank you,
Nancy!"

Floating into the foyer, Mike recalled the incredible sight of
Nancy masturbating, her fingers delving into her drenched pussy as
she massaged her clitoris to fruition.
Christ, I hope the colonel doesn't recognize
her
. She really was special and there was
no way he was going to let grubby tradesmen defile her. Or the male
members of his staff, he thought, entering the kitchen and frowning
at Dave wielding a screwdriver.

"What are you
up to?" he demanded. "Fuck my arse, what's that fucking stench,
burning rubber?"

"I'm trying to
fix the bloody toaster," Dave grumbled. "I turned it on and smoke
poured out of the damn thing!"

"Shit, I think
it is burning rubber! What the hell are you cooking, a pair of
prostitute's rubber knickers?"

"There's
something stuck in the toaster."

"What about
the breakfasts?"

"Yes, I'll do
them in a minute."

"Dave, it's
nearly twenty to nine! You'll have to leave the toaster and get the
breakfasts out of the way, otherwise the colonel will start
complaining."

"Ah, look,
there's the problem - an old condom! Argh, it's been used!"

"A used condom
in the toaster? Bloody hell, how on earth did that get in
there?"

"Oh, I
remember. Yesterday I was... yes, well, it's OK now."

"I think
someone's just come in. Stop fiddling with that bloody thing and
hurry up with the breakfasts or I'll toast your cock!"

Entering the foyer, Mike gazed at his ex-wife as she hovered
by the desk. Memories flooding back as she turned to face him,
fond, diabolical - all diabolical! - he smiled. Her makeup
immaculate, her long auburn hair shining, well-groomed, she was
still a good-looking woman.
Shame about her
nagging mouth
.

"Hi, Mike!"
she beamed, holding her hand out to greet him, her white blouse
partially open, revealing her deep cleavage.

"Belinda!
You're earlier than I'd expected," he smiled, shaking her hand.

"Yes, I wanted
to avoid the traffic. What's that smell? Is it burning rubber?"

"Er, yes, it
is. The chef... never mind. So, how are things? Oh, come through to
the bar, it'll be more comfortable than standing out here."

Leading the
way, Mike found himself recalling his wife's naked body, her pert
breasts, her wedge-shaped nipples - her well-formed, full vaginal
lips. When they'd first met, he'd talked her into shaving her pubic
hair. She'd been delighted by the appearance of her smooth vaginal
lips and had continued to shave regularly. Was she smooth and
hairless now? he wondered as she sat down, her short red skirt
riding up her slim thighs. Was her cunt shaved?