ROOM SERVICE
I returned to the Hotel for a relaxing evening.
Come 7.30 ish, a knock at the door. Opening it, I was confronted by one enormous
leather-clad dude who would have had no problems bench-pressing Hulk Hogan.
“This room 484?” he grunted.
Turning to glance at those very numbers emblazoned across the top of my door, I
replied, “Lucky guess.”
“Well, here she is,” he continued, ushering this cutest of little babes from
behind his back. She barely reached his six-pack and looked about fourteen.
“Very nice,” I said. “What`s the catch? Compliments of the house?”
“Ordered and paid for,” he continued. “I`ll pick her up in the morning around 8
am.”
Adjusting what looked suspiciously like a shoulder-holster beneath his jacket, he
then lumbered off towards the elevator. I had been waiting for him to say “Ah`ll be
buck.”
I dragged her inside before anyone saw her standing outside my door and called
Crime-Stoppers` paedophile division.
“Er, hello,” I said, “There`s an explanation for this I take it?”
She had on a full-length coat... I just hoped something was on under it.
“The guy from room 484 here, called and made a booking,” she answered. Very well
spoken and altogether very very charming. You`d never have picked her for an
escort......ninth grade cheerleader maybe.
“You paid for me,” she added almost wistfully, “Don`t you remember?”
“Hmmm, well now you mention it,” I said, figuring it wasn`t my fault if they had
problems with their ordering department, “I might have..it`s been a hell of a day you
know. Just refresh my memory, what did it cost me?...for the night, I mean”
“Fifteen hundred,” she replied, like that was a budget-priced evening.
“Look, I gotta be honest,” I said, “I didn`t call your agency, I can`t shaft some
poor schmuck out of his $1,500 dollar investment. You`d better call T2 back and sort this
out.”
The girl looked totally confused but pulled out her cell and rang back to base. I
sat on the bed wondering what the hell was under that coat and wishing I wasn`t so fucking
honest.
After some animated discourse she put the phone down and slumped rather
attractively, in the chair near the TV. Don`t ask me why, but I knew she would be
staying.
“The boss said the booking was made from this room in this hotel and as far as
he`s concerned, I stay here till the morning,” she continued. “If the other guy got the
wrong room number that`s his bad luck. The boss doesn`t give refunds.”
I could see why he wouldn`t, also the impracticality of the client calling the
Police.
“You`ve been defrauded you say sir? Now how old was she again? I see, now perhaps
if you`d just first step this way, Sir, we have some new handcuffs we`d like you to try
on.”
Whatever, I liked that company`s code of ethics, not to mention their sound
business practices. Kind of neat too that the dummy who made the booking was most likely
only a couple of doors away on my floor and probably mooching up and down the hallway
looking for a special delivery you sure as hell would never get from Fed-Ex.
“So how old are you sweetie?” I asked.
Her reply of “Eighteen,” had me choking on my cracker and french-onion dip.
“Yeah, and I`m twenty-six,” I countered.
I looked at her closely. Thirteen may have been nearer the mark - that is until
she showed me her id. Drivers` license and her health card. You can`t get either here till
you`re eighteen. I couldn`t believe it; she looked a fair bit younger than my fifteen-year
old daughter Jenna. From the license I had learned also that her name was Susie. I asked
her if she would like to take her coat off, the climate control being on the warm side
that night. She looked a little bothered but stood up to remove it.
“Look I can explain this,” she said, standing there now in the shortest school
outfit you ever saw. Immaculately pressed white blouse and tie, micro mini skirt, white
socks and black shoes with sexy little straps. The whole enchilada.
“Let me guess,” I said, “You dress to order?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Because I look younger, they make me go to all the guys who
call and want fourteen or fifteen-year old girls.”
“You must be a real busy girl then Susie,” I said to her. “No one would question
your age either would they?” She shook her pretty head. “And presumably, Mr
Somewhere-out-there-in-the-hallway was expecting a fourteen year old schoolgirl tonight?”
She nodded.
My mind was racing ahead of itself thinking of all the things you could order
beside a schoolgirl. Young Roman girl, trainee nurse, little daughter, bikini-clad
teenager, cute thirteen year-old in pigtails, teen-slut, Girl Guide, young salesgirl. My
God, she could and probably had played them all.
I asked her if she would like a drink and she asked if she could have an iced
brandy, lime and soda. Whoa! A girl with a discerning palate. Fortunately, I had the
necessary ingredients and I made it on automatic whilst my mind was totally engrossed on
all her ingredients. I stacked up a JD and ice for myself. Sitting there on the bed,
watching her sipping her drink in the chair had one outright benefit – I could see a hint
of her white cotton panties. You couldn`t sit down in that skirt and not put them on
display. I wasn`t complaining.
“You really are very pretty Susie,” I volunteered, trying to justify my downward
glances.
“Thank you,” she said, crossing her legs. Strike One!
“Would you like to watch TV?” I asked.
“You mean a porn channel?” she replied.
“No Susie....not a porn channel,” I replied, kicking myself mentally for such a
golden opportunity lost, “Just a movie or something?”
“You`re funny,” she said. “Most men just want to undress me and do it. You`re not
gay are you - you don`t look it?”
“No Susie, I`m very far from gay,” I replied, my manhood under rare siege,
“Desperate to get that hot little skirt off maybe, but not gay,” I added.
We chatted for a while. She told me she had been doing this for a year almost.
Still at school herself, her parents didn`t know by virtue of the fact she had sleep-over
girlfriends to “cover” for her when she was “sleeping over” elsewhere. She had gotten the
job apparently by responding to an obviously misrepresentative part-time job offer – she
mentioned she was “saving for a car.” Even allowing for the agency`s probable 70-30 cut,
I`d say they`d have been delivering that Ferrari any day.
I asked her if she had ever had problems with over-anxious or even straight-out
kinky clients? She said no, that T2 or one of his minder-buddies was on hand 24/7.
Imagine Cameron Diaz when she was sixteen or so and you pretty much have have the
full picture, well, after you factor-in the uniform.
I then enquired if she really had watched porn channels with clients. She said
she did sometimes - so, feeling a tad naughty I had her come sit beside me and we fired
one up.
Let me say I am not personally a hot fan of video porn, it`s about as sexy as
washing-up usually. Synthetic blonde bimbos in completely sterile and unrealistic settings
rutting away in so clinical a fashion, one could be forgiven for thinking this was a first
year med-student`s training film. Having said that however, what is hot is watching a girl
being indelicately porked on-screen with a “fourteen-year old looking”, I mean
eighteen-year-old schoolgirl sitting beside you on the bed.
Observing the on-screen action, Susie lay face down beside me on the bed...her
shoes off, with those cute little socks still on. She looked for all the world like just a
little girl watching television with her dad. How sexy was that bottom? I put my hand on
it and just patted her there a couple of times. She turned around smiling.
“I love my bottom being rubbed.” She whispered.
“What a coincidence,” I told her, “I love rubbing hot young girls` bottoms too.”
She wriggled and just got to her knees on all fours, presenting her little tushy
in all its glory, especially In that skirt with pretty much half her panties exposed too.
The action on screen was hotting up also. A second guy had walked in and the girl was in
much the same position as Susie, only nude and with one appendage well up inside her. I
began fondling her bottom professionally.
Susie was murmuring and quite obviously as aroused as me. Seeing her in so
submissive a pose was doing wonders for my own anatomy and having been in the shower only
moments before T2 knocked, I was just in a bath-robe. Couldn`t have worked out better!
I reached under and lightly rubbed her breasts as they stretched out her little
blouse admirably at that angle. She moaned as I discovered how beautifully designed she
was. Adding to the illusion of an early teen, she had small wonderfully shaped breasts
which I find totally appealing and supremely arousing to fondle. I knelt facing her
side-on now. One hand rubbing her bottom, the other groping her. My erection had reached
red-line fever.
“You can pull my panties down if you like?” she offered, still watching the girl
on screen negotiating a second appendage in a very naughty location. I got behind her and
taking hold of her knickers, pulled them slowly down. Whether for effect or simply on
auto-response, she gasped as I exposed her bottom. More shapely rear ends they don`t make
and at the angle she was, legs well apart, her delightfully shaped pussy was clearly
exposed to my gaze. Trimmed but not shaved, she had heaps of little tight curls standing
guard around the inner sanctum. Other things were fully exposed too.....but that aspect
was getting an adequate coverage on the small screen, I didn`t need dwell on it.
Continuing to kiss both cheeks, she wiggled in total pleasure, it was all I
could do to maintain control. I turned my attention to her socks and slipping her right
one off I noticed she even had exquisitely formed feet – cutest little toes. I removed the
other one slowly and began to massage both feet as she knelt there. This brought her to
another level of arousal and she begged me to kiss them.
“Wow, who`s the kinky one here?” I was thinking.
Never having had a foot fetish that I was aware of at least, after I kissed first
one, then the other I was a convert. So delicately formed was she all over, I began
kissing her ankles, lower legs and inner thighs. Indispersed with this extremely erotic
behaviour on my part, I cast many a glance at the on-screen antics of the copulating
threesome and I suddenly found myself wanting to see Susie taken right here on this very
bed....ahead of both of us penetrating her in the manner I`d just been watching. Can you
blame me?
“Compliant?” yeah, that`s a good word for Susie. She may only have been eighteen,
but she was a certainly a girl at ease with her own sexuality. Lucky me! Having run the
gamut of kissing her lower extremities, I had her sit cross legged on the bed legs apart,
which only served I think to arouse both of us further. She then proceeded quite without
any request on my part, to remove her tie and slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. You
have no idea how erotic this was.
It wasn`t what she was doing, even any overt sexual manner in which she did it.
It was just her and insane as it might sound now, for all the reality of the situation –
her being a call-girl whichever way you look at it, I was forming an emotional attachment
with her and I wanted her more on that basis than anything else.
Sitting there just seconds later in simply her soft and frilly little white bra
(schoolgirls don`t wear bright red front-loading push-ups) she was the image of desire
incarnate. I must have sat there for at least a minute just taking it in. She held my gaze
and slowly, oh, so slowly, pulled both straps down her arms, revealing the soft and
delicate curves of her small breasts. It was to be more than a decade before I saw
anything as naturally beautiful again and readers of another story here, will understand I
think, my inference.
Her breasts bore the hottest semi-erect and finely sculptured golden brown
nipples and even at a few feet away, her beautiful ingress glistened. I pulled her to me
and kissed her and with that kiss I know I touched her emotionally. I lowered her to the
bed, raised her arms above her head and drew down strongly on her right nipple. I felt her
nerve endings complete that split-second journey from breast to vagina and as she moaned
quietly I kissed her neck just beneath the hairline and gently rubbed her nipple between
my thumb and forefinger. Her small hand separated the lower folds of my robe and I felt
the coolest of little fingers take a hold of my erection. My turn to gasp!
For a while we just maintained that wonderful position, me kissing her breasts,
her lips, her pretty ears, while she applied her own magic to my shaft. I could have
allowed myself the luxury of orgasm, but this wasn`t the time, not by a long shot.
“I love the way you kiss me,” she whispered, as I looked down at her delicate
shoulders, remarkably curvy waist, slim hips tapering to as perfect a little triangle of
invitation as God has managed thus far. Foregoing the pleasure temporarily that her hand
had been affording me, I spread her legs, positioned myself between them and kissed her
just above that triangle. She momentarily shook and made a couple of little-girl noises.
These however paled into insignificance compared to her reaction when I kissed her labia.
Wriggling, her hands automatically retracted to her vaginal area. Spreading her more, I
caught a momentary flash of pinkish temptation. I licked her the entire length of her
entrance-way while she just shook and held on to me. Isolating the hood of her clitoris I
continued to lick her with increasing pressure and depth until she just couldn`t keep
still and was moaning in extremis.
Slobbering over a girl`s pussy is one thing. Gentle and passionate devotion to
your craft is another. My own enjoyment of this moment was inextricably tied to Susie`s
pleasure – the two things have always gone hand in hand. I felt her whole body cross the
line from pleasure to urgency and I began to not only lick her in earnest but to nuzzle
her and to hold her hand. More passes from hand to hand than you might realise, it is the
sexual earthwire. She was gasping and right on the edge now, eyes closed and needing but
one more lick to let go and be taken where she wanted to be led. I held off....but barely
a moment, just long enough for her to gain that last impetus. I then licked her the length
of her beautiful pussy and at the same time pushed two fingers deep inside her.
She didn`t scream as such, but she cried out as she was gripped by one almighty
orgasm. She just clung to me as it washed over her. It washed over my fingers as
well.....that girl knew how to come, let me tell you. As are most girls
affected.....seconds after a really fulfilling orgasm, the vagina and nipples become so
sensitive they can barely stand to be touched. If one is so inclined to be forceful, the
fresh stimulus frequently prolongs the orgasm but it is often just to much of an emotional
overload. That night I just lay beside her and held her. So intent had I been on getting
her over the line, my own erection had subsided, not that this was any problem in the
longer term you understand.
The glow a girl has after orgasm is a beautiful thing to witness. Seeing the
effect of what you have wrought is most satisfying and I don`t mean that in any
condescending or boastful way. The nearest analogy I can think to make is that there is
more pleasure I believe, in giving a present than receiving one.
Enough of the sermonising. Now lets get real....hot as all that was at that
moment, that left me wanting to fuck her every which way loose. Her pleasure became my
desperation. To her credit, Susie recovered pretty quickly and whether selflessly
dedicated to getting me up there on the highway to happiness too, or she just plain wanted
dessert, she got herself up on all fours center bed.....I didn`t need an instruction
manual.
Might have been a coincidental case of good timing, but just as I moved behind
her hot little bottom, our friends on the small screen were now joined by a fourth and
quite pretty girl. Watching them undress her, and the older girl beginning to fondle and
suck her breasts, it was highly arousing having Susie there. I rather think it was giving
her thermostat a work-out too. I heard her say “Gosh” as we both watched one of the men
pushed her back against the bed-head and force himself into her. With Susie`s bottom
clearly set to maximum elevation, I just pulled out my newly come-by erection and pushed
hard into her.
She let out a distinctly plaintive “Ohhhhh” which only made me hotter. The girl
on screen might have been getting banged but Susie was getting fucked six ways from
Sunday. Leaning into her I reached under and began rubbing her breasts – not that gently
either – this was “Fast Times at Ridgemont High.” She was breathing as heavily as me and
simply a young female on heat now. This was no time for a cultural learning curve, I
simply had to fill that hot little receptacle. Gripping her around the waist, I remember
asking her insanely if she liked me fucking her like that.
Her reply of “Fuck me harder” certainly had the desired effect. Just having such
a beautiful young girl in that position was heaven before you die and to hell with the
porn flick, I don`t think even she was watching it either. I followed her instruction to a
“t” and was just pumping into her way out of control – just how she wanted it. There is
that moment, just nano-seconds before the end, that you can feel the full submissive
aspect of the female, her readiness to accept what you are about to give her and something
else quite intangible. I`m not sure whether it is love, male domination, some procreative
“completion” or just plain lust, but at that second of ejaculation and feeling your seed
fill her, something that existed in pre-history comes to the surface momentarily. You
clutch her to you and all that drives you is a blind desire to impregnate her. Then, like
the memories of babyhood, it all recedes back to that secret place and you are left with
the knowledge that you have simply completed that which you had to do.
All I was thinking right then, was what just took place in that room, would have
been a bargain at fifteen thousand dollars. Another man might have just thought “great
fuck,” and rung down for a cold beer and a sandwich.
Susie was expended and trembling. Her lovely dark brown hair was damp at the
edges and beads of sweat had broken out on her hips and shoulders. My legs felt like they
had just taken gold in the hundred metre hurdles at Athens. I held her close, kissed her
lips and thanked her for what was an immeasurably fulfilling experience. I asked her if
she would like to take a shower. She nodded and sliding off the coverlet walked, not all
that steadily, to the bathroom. That in itself was a vision of arousal, believe me.
I heard the water running seconds later and was counting the minutes till I could
luxuriate myself beneath the recuperative cascade. Lost in happy contemplation of the
previous half hour or so, I wasn`t expecting a young female voice to call out “Would you
like to come in with me?” I would have gotten in there somehow paralysed from the
ear-lobes down. If there is one word best describes Susie naked inside that shower cubicle
I think its “Yummy!” There is nothing sexier than a girl in wet hair. Unclothed
additionally, not to mention being a schoolgirl is just icing on the cake and God I love
iced cakes! Somewhat shy at having less than a luxuriant thatch of dark hair left, not
that I was bald by a long stretch of the imagination, merely receding a little on top.
(these days the tide is on the way out), it didn`t seem to bother her at all. Mind you, I
doubt Sean Connery has to bail-up decrepit old whores in the backstreets of So-Ho or
Greenwich Village when he`s feeling a tad uppity.
I think the soles of her pretty feet were the only things I didn`t get to
soap-up. She loved having her breasts washed...almost as much as being pushed up against
the glass and having them sucked. I soaped-up her cute little bottom multiple times and
had her service a few of my delicate areas with her kneeling on the floor of the shower
while I watched the water run down her face and breasts in fascinating rivulets. She was
so lovely!
Impossible to pass up the opportunity and I didn`t. Holding her up beneath her
bottom and was she light? I took her hard up against the tiles, kissing her on the lips
and telling her how hot she was making me. If only because I was lower on fuel now, I came
marginally less but that was compensated for by the orgasm itself...every bit as intense
as the previous one. She experienced her third at the same moment.
It was around 9 p.m. at this stage. Emerging from the shower we both put on bath
robes. I had her put her panties back on, just so`s I could take them off again later that
night....hopefully when she was asleep. I`m a wicked man! I called down for a nightcap and
a few sandwiches. Some twenty minutes later, a knock at the door.
The tray was brought in by a shy-ish quite good-looking young guy. Susie`s eyes
betrayed her thinking. I leant across and whispered to her “Let`s have some fun!” ...
INTEMPERATE ACQUAINTANCES
Note From The Author:
One cannot reasonably expect a traditional Halloween story to be light-hearted fun. This
one itself is anything but. Many in fact, will likely find it tasteless in the extreme.
Without giving too much away however, I would simply recommend that the reader absolve him
or herself, from forming even a marginal attachment to any of the characters presented
here. Horror, sex and a high body count it should be remembered, make for a pretty typical
Oct 31 outing – at least in my experience. The only constructive suggestion I can make,
is that the next time you see a couple of flickering pumpkins propped up on someone’s
verandah – be afraid, be very afraid!
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