Business trip

Susan struggled with the card key for her hotel room, finally getting the door open, but not before dropping her briefcase and dumping half its contents into hotel hallway.

"Damn it," she muttered aloud, "will this day never end?"

It had indeed been a long day. A 6 a.m. flight from NY to Chicago for a day of meetings, then what was supposed to have been a 3 p.m. flight to San Francisco for a week of conference going. But after a mad dash to O'Hare from the Loop office building where her meeting had been held, weather delayed her flight, so instead of arriving in San Francisco at 3 p.m. local time, she arrived at 10 p.m., tired and positively grubby from a long day of travel. As she collected her things in the hallway, she did the math in her head... if is 10 p.m. here, it must be 1 a.m. in New York. She got up at 4 in New York to dress and make the trip to LaGuardia, so she'd been up for 21 hours straight.

She remembered her best friend Jen telling her last week how jealous she was that Susan had a job where she got to travel.

"I never go anywhere," Jen said. "My boss's idea of a business trip is taking the LIRR to Farmingdale.

"Believe me, Jen," Susan answered, "Anyone who thinks business travel is glamorous hasn't done enough of it."

But she was there. In San Francisco – her favorite city. And, truth be told, she wouldn't work too hard at this conference. She would make sure she was seen by the people who needed to see her, but she would leave plenty of time to relax – shopping at Saks, (across the street from her hotel) at the gym, in the pool and – beginning right now – in the tub.

"What the hell," she said. "What's one more hour at this point."

She threw her stuff on the bed. Just a briefcase and suitcoat. Her bags got lost, but she traveled enough to know they'd be there by morning.

She wasted no time stripping down, tossing her clothes on the bed with the briefcase. She stepped into the bathroom and ran a steaming hot tub. She had picked this hotel, in part because it featured those wonderful, deep Jacuzzi tubs where you can slide in up to your neck, as well as a shower stall, in each room.

Tub filled, she slid in and enjoyed the initial shock of the hot water, feeling it penetrating her to her bones. She lay there, eyes half closed, absently running the middle finger of her right hand between her vulvae, not masturbating, really, just enjoying the sensation.

After about ten minutes in a dream like state, Susan reached up and turned on the hot water again, to bring the temperature back up and pushed the button for the jets. The bubbling and gurgling of the jets was like a white noise, blocking out all the other sounds of the city and the hotel and she slid down, the water up to her chin as it roiled around her.

Ho Ling signed for the two bags, then grabbed them off the back of the van and went inside the lobby to the bell stand to look up the owners' room. He'd been working here at the Grand Hyatt Hotel in San Francisco for just a couple of months, but by now everyone came to him when there was anything to do on the computer. This mystified him. It was so logical, so easy to find the information you needed that he couldn't imagine why people had trouble. But they did.

Ho had seen a couple of the other over-night bellhops slink away when the United Airlines Van pulled up. They were afraid they'd actually have to do something to earn their pay.

Not Ho Ling. This job was so Godawful boring. At least bringing the bags up to a guest's room would ease the tedium. And there was the tip. Some of the bellhops didn't like to lug bags for single women traveling alone, saying they were lousy tippers. But Ho had never had that experience. A little conversation, and one of his 100 watt smiles seem to do the trick.

Some nights he felt like he couldn't stand another minute in this job. But he couldn't quit – it was the perfect job for him right now. 6 p.m. to 2 a.m. here. Most nights he didn't have a lot to do after 10, so his backpack was stowed beneath the bell stand and he grabbed every moment he could to study. And the location was perfect. A few blocks from Chinatown, he could walk home. A few blocks in the other direction and he was at a BART station, waiting for the train that would take him to U CAL Berkley.

There she was. Susan DiStefano, the name on the tags. She was a guest, in room 1218. Jack dialed the number and let it right four or five times. No answer. Well, she was probably in the bar. He debated for a minute what to do.

Technically, the rule was you were supposed to leave a message. Then the guest would call and you could bring the bags up. But it never failed that when he did that, the guest would criticize -- why didn't you just leave them in my room?

So lately Ho had been doing just that. Bring the bags to the room and leave a note, with his name and the bell stand phone on it. He'd had no complaints yet. He threw the bags on a cart and wheeled it quickly to one of the open elevators, jabbing the button for the 12th floor. Silently, the elevator rose, dinging at each floor until it came to rest at 12.

* * * * *

Ho knocked at the door to 1218 again, just to make sure the guest hadn't returned in the meantime, but getting no response, he slid his pass key into the slot and entered. Propping the door open with one foot, he grabbed the two bags and walked into the room.

Ho head a hum, like a mechanical noise, the minute he entered the room. It was loud... certainly loud enough to be a total pain in the ass for the guest. He wondered briefly what it was and where it was coming from, as he put the bags down in front of the closet and went over to the desk to grab a piece of note paper. He wrote his usual note and put it on the middle of the desk, where it couldn't be missed and went to leave. But there was that noise again. Got it was annoying. It seemed to be coming from the bathroom, and Ho thought he would make a quick check just to be sure there wasn't something broken. It would be embarrassing to explain later why he didn't report some impending disaster when he was right there in the room just before it happened. He grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, realizing at once that he had made a horrible mistake.

Susan wasn't sure if she had drifted off to sleep or not, but clearly she was at least halfway there when the bathroom door opened and a tall, handsome Asian bell hop who was maybe 19 stood there in the doorway with a shocked and embarrassed look on his face. All he could do was stammer.

"I ...er...thought there was something... I mean I brought your baggage up and then I heard..."

Susan smiled at his embarrassment. But his presence there, maybe combined with the work her middle finger was doing between her legs suddenly made her very horny, and made this handsome Asian boy, or man, very desirable.

Impulsively, she stands up in the tub, exposing the rest of her well-toned body to him. She grins inwardly, noticing both his blush and the growing bulge in his pants.

"Hand me that towel, will you?"

Ho is like an automaton, doing as he's told. He grabs one of the Hyatt's plush terry towels off the rack over the toilet and hands it to her.

"So should I call your boss?" Susan asks, teasing him. "I mean, are you always walking in on women in the bath?"

Ho stammered again. "I ... Really, this was an accident. I didn't think anyone was here... I thought..."

"You thought no one was here? That's why you opened up the bathroom door? You much have heard the Jacuzzi running...This thing makes enough noise to wake the dead."

* * * * *

Through his embarrassment and his fear of losing his job, Ho thought he heard a note of teasing coming from this guest. And she was certainly making no effort to cover up... she was fully exposed to him. God, what a great body. Ho had been looking at it for a couple of minutes, but now he really began to see it. She had perfectly formed breasts, not large, but not small, either, with protuberant pink nipples that stood out maybe a quarter of an inch or more. Her legs were long and straight and he noticed, he wasn't sure why, that she had bright red polish on her toenails. In fact, and this shocked him, he noticed that before he noticed that there was not a single hair on her pussy. He figured he must be twisted, or something, but at that moment, in that hotel bathroom, he thought that Susan DiStephano's shaved pussy was about the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his life.

His cock was now rock hard. When he realized that, he was even more embarrassed.

"I...er, I thought the sound was something mechanical...Something that was broken or something, that's why I came in, honest," Ho said.

"Right. Let's see if the hotel manager believes that story," Susan said.

"Oh, God. Listen, Ms. DiStephano, I'm really, really sorry. But please don't get me fired. I really need this job. If I don't work, I won't be able to go to college and I have to go to college," Ho said. "Please, I'll do anything for you."

Susan still had made no attempt to cover herself, and was enjoying the boy's reactions, both to her nudity and her threat. She was fully aroused, virtually dripping. And seeing his hard cock through that ridiculous bellman's uniform was driving her over the edge.

"All men say they'll do anything for you. Easy promise to make. Harder to fulfill." Susan smiled at that one. She wanted to give the boy the idea that she was open minded.

Ho saw her smile, and finally it dawned on him that she was fucking with him. He had some experience with women, even with women older that he, but nothing to prepare him for this. He wanted to make a move on her, but didn't really know how. What to do.

"Where did you put my luggage? Susan asked.

"It's out here, Ma'am," Ho said. Damn it, he stammered through his words again. And he realized he was staring at her chest. And her pussy. And that realization made him blush again. He turned away from her abruptly and walked back out to the closet.

"Would you like me to hang up your garment bag, Ma'am?"

"Please."

Susan realized that he was going to leave. And she realized suddenly that she didn't want him to. So as he left the bathroom, she grabbed her bottle of moisturizer off the counter.

"What's your name?

"Ho Ling, Ma'am"

"OK, Ho, you said you'd do anything to keep me from calling the manager. Well here's my deal, what I really need right now is a good massage. I've been couped up in airplanes and airports all day," Susan said. "You any good at massage?"

"Ok, I guess."

"Then, c'mon."

Ho couldn't quite believe this was happening. He had been in a hotel room with a naked woman now for at least ten minutes and now she was asking him to give her a massage. He watched in some amazement as she went over to the bed and laid down flat on her stomach, but turned toward him and gave him her first genuine smile of the night.

"C'mon Ho, don't be shy, I don't bite. Use this lotion, would you? I was in that tub for a long time. Maybe it's a good think you barged in on me, I would have wrinkled up like a prune."

Ho moved over toward the bed, trying discreetly to move the bulge in his pants to a more comfortable position. He took the lotion from her hands, and squeezed some out onto his palms and reached down to start massaging her shoulders. As he did, the heavy braided cuffs of his old-fashioned bell-hop uniform slid down, interfering with his hands and rubbing over her pinkish skin.

"What's that?" Susan asked.

"That's the cuffs of my uniform jacket," Ho said. "The sleeves have always been too long but with all this braid it costs a fortune to have them shortened, so I just live with it."

"Well, why don't you take the damn thing off? That's really uncomfortable."

"Well, see, I don't wear a shirt or anything underneath it, it's so hot and everything," Ho said.

Susan looked up at him from her vantage point on the bed, and grinned. "You see anyone in this room that has more clothes on than you? Only fair."

Ho grinned back, and began to unbutton his jacket, starting at the high neck. He peeled the jacket off, tossing it on the other bed, where it jumbled up with Susan's clothes. He realized, though, as he did so, that now his raging hard-on was even more visible without the coat at least partly covering it.

* * * * *

Susan watched him carefully as he peeled off his coat, realizing at once, that this was more than just a handsome face. He was lean, slender and quite tall. But he was well-muscled, the kind of muscles that come from regular workouts in a gym. When he turned back around, she drew in a sharp breath. She had no idea how much of his cock the jacket had covered up. It's was huge, long and hard. She could tell immediately that he was intensely uncomfortable about it.

Then he was standing over her, rubbing lotion in his palms, bending over and starting her massage again. When he touched her, it was electric. She could feel her juices flowing again, and within moments she was enormously aroused.

"Ho, you know you don't have to stand like that. Here, sit on the bed." Susan inched over on the massive bed, giving Ho plenty of room to sit.

"Does that feel good, Ma'am?" Ho asked.

"It's great, Ho. And my name is Susan. All this Ma'am shit makes me feel old. How old are you, Ho?"

"I'm 20. Sophomore at Berkley."

"Berkley? Really, I went to Berkley, too."

"It's a great school, I'm very happy to be going there."

All this time, Ho had been massaging Susan's shoulders and upper back, taking care not to go too far down. He still wasn't sure what she intended, and didn't want to further offend her.

But Susan wanted more. When Ho did go further down on his own, she decided to just tell him what she wanted.

"Ho, massage my lower back, too. And my legs and ass, would you? I really could use it."

Ho still could not quite believe this was happening. Other bellhops told stories of walking in on couples having sex. Willie Sansone claims that he once watched two women making love for more than ten minutes before they noticed him. Some even said that they had seen celebrities half naked as they delivered room service meals, or packages or luggage. But nothing like this had ever happened to him.

He moved his hands down toward her lower back, really looking at her ass up close for the first time. God, her ass was perfect, too. He stiffened in his pants some more. She had the lightest blonde fuzz sparsely over her cheeks. And he could see her pussy from this angle, and it was obviously wet.

He moved his hands over her ass, kneading it like bread dough, pressing down hard to massage the muscles deep beneath the skin. He loved women's asses, especially tight, hard asses like this one.

He allowed his hands to go farther, to her upper thighs, adding lotion as he went. He had been careful so far, to avoid doing anything that could be considered offensive to her, because he still didn't know exactly where she was coming from. Even when he massaged her ass, he was careful to stay to the outside, so there was no way she could accuse him of taking liberties.

But his was too much. As he massaged her thighs, she was grinding her pubis into the bed, periodically raising her ass up off the bed – almost in invitation for him to rub her pussy. He worked her upper thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy and then, on one motion, let the edge of his hand rub against her pussy as if by accident. Susan moaned with pleasure, squirming on the bed. Ho repeated the motion on the other thigh, again letting his hand rub against her pussy. This time, just as he was starting, Susan pushed backwards, pushing her pussy directly into contact with Ho's hand.

Ho dropped all pretense at that point, and began rubbing her pussy, running two fingers up her slit from her asshole to her clit. When he got to her clit, he started making circular motions, which were somewhat difficult to keep up because of Susan's squirming and bucking on the bed. But within moments, Susan arched her ass up in the air and tensed, her body rocked by orgasm.

Ho was amazed. Here was a perfect stranger whose bath he'd walked in on twenty minutes ago, and now he was bringing her to orgasm. He was also painfully aware of his own needs, but still was shocked when Susan rolled over and smiled at him.

"That was magnificent, Ho," Susan said. "Now it's your turn. Stand up."

Ho, by now mesmerized by this extraordinary and beautiful woman, did as he was told. Susan reached up and undid the waistband of his uniform trousers, frustrated that she had to work as hard at it as she did. She looked up at Ho and realized he still had that look of shock and amazement on his face.

"Ho, surely some woman guest has come on to you before?"

"No, Ma'am.. I mean, Susan, no one."

"Well they don't know what they're missing," Susan replied just as she got his waistband undone. She pulled down his zipper and in one motion grabbed his pants and underwear and pulled them down. His underwear caught on his hard-on, though, and she had to grab the elastic separately and pull it out and over the tip of his cock to pull them down.

As she sat on the edge of the bed with Ho mostly naked in front of her, his cock was right in front of her face. And, like a kid with a lollypop, she couldn't resist taking a few licks. She started with the drops of clear viscous liquid oozing from the tip, and proceeded to lick the entire length of his shaft. Then she licked his balls, flicking her tongue back and forth, making them move inside the sack and making his cock twitch.

Then she worked her way back up his cock licking, and giving it little nibbles with her front teeth until she reached the top, where she opened her mouth wider and took all of his length into her mouth at once.

She stroked his cock with one hand as she sucked it, and the other hand roamed over his hairless chest, pinching his nipples and enjoying the smooth muscular surface.

Then, without any warning to speak of, Ho exploded in her mouth. Jet after jet ejaculated into her mouth, and rolled toward the back of her throat where she began to swallow. She pulled her mouth off him, though, before he was through, and directed jets toward her breasts, enjoying the warmth and the gooey feel of his come on her nipples.

"Jesus Christ," Ho said. "That was really something."

"It sure was. I can't tell you how glad I am that you barged into my bath tonight," Susan said.

She stood, and kissed him on the lips, her tongue pushing into his mouth, giving him the slightest taste of his own cum.

Then they just embraced, standing there, until Ho looked down at the clock.

"Christ I've been gone almost an hour, they'll think I'm goofing off."

"Go ahead, go back. When are you off work?

"2 a.m."

"Feel free to use your pass key and join me in bed," Susan said, smiling.

Susan sprawled back on the bed, exhausted. 22 hours since she last slept, she thought, but staying up for this was definitely worth it. Her eyes closed as Ho hurriedly dressed. She was aware of him kissing her cheek before he left.

"See you later," Ho said. She was asleep before he stepped into the hallway and pulled the door closed with a soft click.

* * * * *

Susan awoke with a start, alone and naked in fully lighted hotel room. She was disoriented for a moment, looking around at her surroundings. Then, in a rush, it all came back to her : the bellhop, the extraordinary hour they had spent together and the promise – Was it a promise? – of a reprise.

Susan looked at the clock. It was 1:30. Ho had said he would get off work at 2. Would he come up to see her? And if he did, how would he act? Susan was sure of one thing, if he did come up, she didn't want him to find her awake with all the lights on just waiting for him.

She got up and turned the lights off, stopping in the bathroom on the way to check out how she looked. Awful, she thought, grabbing the brush and giving her hair a quick touchup. She brushed her teeth, too, the flavor of Ho's cum still lingering in her mouth. Then Susan went back through her room, turning off the lights and resuming her position on the bed. There was just enough light from the half-open bathroom door that Ho would be able to see her, should he come back. But not enough that it would seem that she waited up for him.

* * * * *

Ho nervously kept one eye on the clock as he studied somewhat half-heartedly. He still couldn't quite believe what had happened to him that evening, and his mind kept going back over it. He knew that women could be just as aggressive sexually as men, but in Chinatown, that wasn't something you usually experienced. Not something he had ever experienced, at least.

He tried to decide what he should do... Should he use his key, like she had said, or should he knock discreetly and give her the choice. He kept flip-flopping, back and forth... what to do?

So engrossed was he in these thoughts that when Willie came up and punched his arm, he just blinked.

"Working OT, bro?" Willie laughed. There was no OT, of course, neither was there any reason for a bellhop to be there after 2. But Ho had lost track of the time, and Willie brought him back from his reverie abruptly.

"Shit, lost track of the time," Ho said. "You know, time flies when you're having fun."

"Ain't that right," Willie said. Willie was a tall, very dark black kid of 19. Like Ho, a product of the city, a nice kid. Ho liked him, even though he thought he was lazy at times.

"See you tomorrow, Willie," Ho said as he packed up his things. Stuffing his books into his backpack, Ho headed back to the employees locker room to take off the ridiculous bell hop uniform. Stripping off the uniform, and his underwear, Ho stepped into the shower briefly to clean off, then, toweling himself dry, pulled on his jeans and a tight tank top that showed every contour of his body. His excitement was growing, and it was all he could do to keep from stroking his cock in the shower.

Ho headed to the guest elevators. This is where it could get tricky. Were the night manager to see him, he would be hard pressed to explain why he would be taking the elevators up at this hour.

But there wasn't really any choice. He pushed the up arrow and a door immediately opened. He stepped in an pushed 12, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as the doors closed in front of him.

As the elevator climbed, Ho went over his options once more. Knock or key? Then, with his cock hardening, he thought about what it would be like to walk in there again with her asleep, stripping down and climbing into bed with her. That was an experience he couldn't miss.

When Ho got in front of 1218, he slid his card and noiselessly opened the room door, closing it behind him just as quietly. He pulled off his shirt at first, then dropped his pants and underwear to the floor, kicking them aside with his shoes. Then, with his hard cock sticking straight out before him, he walked quietly into the sleeping part of the room.

He could see Susan lying on the bed naked, apparently asleep, illuminated faintly from the light spilling out of the bathroom. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed, when she moved. She was silent, but for the sound of the sheets rustling under her as she moved, but even so it startled him. He had thought she was asleep, but clearly she wasn't.

She went from lying on her belly, moving her knees up under her until her ass was high in the air. Then she moved around, slightly, so that her wide-open pussy was directly facing Ho.

There was no mistaking this invitation. And Ho wasted no time accepting. He took the two or three steps up to the bed, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it up and down her slit, until the head of his cock was coated with her juices. The he pushed in, grabbing her hips and burying himself in her pussy in one swift motion. A loan moan escaped Susan's lips, but otherwise she was quiet, saying nothing to Ho, but communicating everything as she began to push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Ho had never fucked a woman who was so wet, and the sensation was magnificent. He was close to orgasm again, but he didn't want it to end so quickly, so he slowed. She must have sensed his reasons, because she lay down flat on the bed, then rolled partly over, patting the bed beside her. Ho lay down on his back, and she immediately climbed on top of him, taking his wet cock in her hand and guiding it into her. She settled down on him, and he reached up and began to fondle her big, firm breasts. Slowly, Susan began to rock back and forth on him, moving his cock inside her pussy in a way that made Ho practically vibrate with pleasure. Still not a word had been spoken between them in the 20 or more minutes of their lovemaking. There was nothing to say really. As they rocked back and forth together , the pace quickened to the point where again, Ho thought he was going to orgasm. But again Susan sensed it and stopped, pulling off him and rolling over on her side, with her ass pushed against him. Ho entered her from behind again, and, grabbing her hips, started another slow bump and grind.

This time there was no stopping for either. Ho worked himself into a frenzy, pumping at Susan's pussy in long, fast strokes. Susan, aiding herself with her finger, squirmed around on Ho's cock as he fucked her. Suddenly, she arched her back, and let out a long, low moan that sounded almost like a growl. Her pussy contracted so hard, that Ho was pushed over the edge and began shooting string after string of cum into her. A moment later, they collapsed together on the bed.

"Jesus," was all Susan could manage.

"Mmm," said Ho. He put his arm around her, and pulled her close, enjoying the afterglow.

Susan awoke around 9 a.m. and, feeling the stickiness between her legs that comes from getting a great fuck, smiled and stretched. Ho had slipped out of bed at about 6, giving her a quick kiss and whispering about needing to get home so he could go to class on time. She grinned wickedly as she remembered reaching out and grabbing his cock as he stood up, giving it three or four good strokes until he was rock hard again.

"Be sure you come and see me again tonight," she had said, and he eagerly agreed. Today was a conference day, and while she wasn't going to be good for much, she did need to make an appearance. She stepped into the shower and turned the water on full blast and as hot as she could manage. When she soaped herself up, her hand immediately went between her legs and stayed there longer than was absolutely necessary for cleanliness. As she rubbed herself, she thought about her two encounters with Ho. She had never done anything quite so lascivious in her life, nor had any sexual experiences ever turned her on as much. There was something about acting like a slut that totally turned her on. And the great thing about it was that she was out of town – no one here knew her and it would be virtually impossible for her little fling with Ho to become known to her friends at work.

The phone was ringing as she stepped out of the shower, so she ran naked into the room to answer it.

"Ms. DiStephano? This is the bell stand downstairs. You have a package here from FedEx that was just delivered. It's marked 'Urgent.'"

She was distracted for a moment, as his mention of the bell stand made her think for just a moment that this was Ho calling her on some ruse. But then she realized that this wasn't Ho. He was in class, but anyway, this guy sounded black. By the time her mind had worked through all of that, she had missed the message.

At the bell desk, Willie Brown was at the end of his shift and dog tired. After a moment with no response, he said, "Ms. DeStephano?"

"I'm sorry," she said. "Can you repeat the message?"

"Sure. I said you have a FedEx package here marked 'extremely urgent.'"

Susan thought for a moment and then realized it must be drafts of the contract she had been working on in Chicago. Her mind was being dragged back into work, albeit reluctantly.

"Can someone bring them up to my room," she asked.

"Happy to, Ma'am."

Willie sighed. The last thing he wanted to do was trudge upstairs with a package, when he was dog-tired at the end of his shift. But there was no choice. A big party was checking in and they had the other two guys, who had come one duty at 8 a.m., hopping with a dozen bags and all sorts of requests. So Willie went over to the elevators and pushed the button for 12.

Susan dried herself and was putting on lotion when the knock on the door came. Shit, she thought, never imagining the bellman would get here this soon.

"Just a minute," she shouted, and took another few seconds to run the lotion into her nipples, which were getting hard and giving her just the slightest tingle in her pussy at the same time.

"I wonder if this bell hop is as cute as Ho," she thought as she wrapped a towel around herself. "I am becoming such a slut." She smiled at that, and just the thought of her slutty behavior from yesterday was enough to make her start to get wet.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror as she went to the door, and realized that the little hotel towel barely covered her nipples on top and just kept her pussy out of view at the bottom. She could see the back, but she imagined that she probably had a little cheek showing. Again, she thought she was turning into a slut – and the thought turned her on some more.

Willie stood at the door to Ms. DiStephano's room for probably 30 seconds waiting for her to open the door. He almost knocked again when the door opened and he found himself looking at a beautiful woman who was just barely covered by a towel. His jaw dropped a little, then he recovered quickly and handed her the big FedEx box.

Susan took the box and started to close the door when Willie stammered, "Uh, I need a signature."

"Of course, come on in," Susan said as she tried to manage the box while keeping the towel from falling away from her breasts. She also knew that if she turned her back to him, he'd get a great look at the bottom of her ass, and even more if she bent over at all. Even as she processed all this, the new-found slut in her was getting a charge out of showing off a little for this really cute young black guy. So with a half smile on her face, she turned, walked slowly over to the bed and, bending over, gently placed the box on the bed. She straightened up and turned back to face a slightly flustered Willie who, Susan could see, was developing a nice bulge in the front of his pants.

Susan walked back to Willie and this time deliberately got too close, maintaining eye contact. Smiling, she said, "You need me to sign something?"

Willie was by now utterly flustered. He was pretty sure this woman knew what she was doing, but no matter, Willie was becoming immensely turned on and his rapidly growing cock was becoming uncomfortable in his pants.

"I, uh, yeah. I mean, sign this please," Willie said as he handed her the delivery receipt.

Susan felt a little bad about teasing the kid, but she couldn't resist. She turned her barely covered ass back to Willie and sauntered slowly back into the room to the credenza, where she bent over again, spread her legs just a little and this time took her time signing her name on the delivery receipt. She knew that this bellhop could see not only her ass, but since she spread her legs, had a great view of her pussy as well. A charge of excitement ran through her and her pussy was glistening with her juices, so much so, that she knew she just couldn't let this kid and his big hardon just walk out the door.

For his part, Willie's fluster was turning into something else, something more primitive that he was struggling to control. Every other time in his life that he had seen a woman's wet pussy right there in front of him, he was getting ready to fuck her; and his cock was having trouble figuring out why this time should be any different. For as they say, Willie was thinking with his dick now – his little head instead of his big head – and while he knew nothing good could come from that, he was running on autopilot now.

When Susan came back to him with the receipt and that little smirk on her face, it pushed him over the edge. He took the receipt in his left hand and with his right, reached around her and grabbed one cheek of her naked ass.

At the same moment, Susan, herself on something like autopilot, reached out and grabbed the bulge in Willie's pants and squeezed. In the next instant, their lips locked in a passionate kiss and Willie picked her up and put her, none too gently, on the bathroom vanity that was outside the bathroom door, just to his left. Susan immediately started undoing the cumbersome buttons on Willie's uniform coat while Willie stripped the towel away and found a nipple with his mouth. Susan eventually got the coat undone and got Willie to stand while she pushed it back and off his shoulders. Willie dropped his pants in one motion, and Susan grabbed his cock in two hands.

"My God, it's huge," she said.

Usually polite, Willie's autopilot was now talking for him, too. "Damn right, bitch. Now suck it." He had an urge to control this woman – this slut who had come on to him.

No one had ever called Susan a bitch before, at least not to her face. She was accustomed to being in charge, but the idea of this young black man telling her what to do appealed to the slut in her. She slipped off the countertop and slid to her knees in front of his massive cock and wondered how she was going to get it all into her mouth.

She opened wide and tentatively slid the head into her mouth, thinking she would take a while to get accustomed to the size, when Willie grabbed her head with both hands and jammed his cock into her throat.

"I said suck it, slut."

Susan struggled for a minute with her gag reflex, but then moved her tongue forward and allowed his cock to slide down her throat. Willie was powerfully fucking her face while holding her head by a handful of hair on each side. It hurt a little, but just being under his control was making Susan squirm. Suddenly, Willie pulled out of her mouth, and put one foot up on Susan's big suitcase.

"Lick my balls, bitch," Willie commanded, and Susan buried her face in his crotch and started licking. Willie hadn't showered since the night before when he got ready for work. Now, nearly 12 hours later, his balls and ass were sweaty and pungent, but Susan loved it. She took each testicle in her mouth and licked every inch of his sack as well as the patch of skin between his legs and his sack. Then, without any more prodding or direction from Willie, she licked her tongue under his ball sack and up toward his asshole. Meanwhile, her right hand found its way to her clit, and she began massaging it vigorously. As she licked, Willie kept up his verbal abuse, sensing that in some kinky way, this white woman loved being called names.

"That's is bitch, lick my crotch. Jesus, what a whore you are. You suck every black cock you see?"

Susan could only mumble since her mouth was full.

"Shit, only the skankiest bitch gets into a sweaty mans crotch, but I think you love it, don't you bitch?"

Unable to answer, Susan decided to prove he was right and at that moment rammed her tongue into Willie's asshole. He right hand furiously worked at her clit while left grabbed his ass cheek and pulled it away to give her better access to his asshole.

"Damn, tongue fuck me bitch. Yeah!" When Willie couldn't take it any more, he grabbed Susan by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Then he pushed on her back, between her shoulders, to bend her over. Then Willie buried his face in Susan's fresh, sweet ass and started to eat her out. She spread her legs wide to give him better access and, still working her clit, she began to have one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. Her pussy was still spasming when Willie shoved his giant tool home, all the way until his balls slapped against her in one, powerful motion. Susan gasped. She had never been filled so completely. Willie started in with long powerful strokes, which made Susan whimper. She couldn't quite describe the feeling, with its combination of discomfort from his big cock stretching her out, a twinge of pain as the head of his cock bottomed out inside her, all mixed up with the most intense sexual high she had ever felt. The fast his strokes the higher she got. She was working her way to another powerful orgasm, but in a way she was already in one continuous orgasm from the moment he entered her. The fact that he was fucking her absolutely without regard to her feelings or her pleasure, and taking her at this moment for his own satisfaction intensified her feelings. Never in her life had she been submissive in any way. But now, with the black man – little more than a boy, really – she was his willing slut.

Willie kept up his powerful strokes for maybe five minutes before he could feel his own orgasm coming. The only thing he could think of was how he could totally own this bitch. So, just before he exploded in her, he pulled his cock out, grabbed her by the hair with his left hand and forced her roughly to her knees again as he took his cock in his right hand and with a couple of strokes started shooting his cum all over her face, into her eyes, up her nose, in her hair. The last two or three jets he put in her mouth.

Both of them collapsed where they were, Susan leaning against the bathroom door and Willie against her big suitcase. Both of them were sweating profusely and gasping for air. As he came down from his high, Willie began to think again, and what he had just done appalled him.

"God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean... I didn't hurt you did I? Jesus, I've never done anything like that...

Susan just laughed, realizing for the first time that Willie's animalistic tendencies had taken over during their fuck, and now he was feeling remorse.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said. "That was the best fuck I can remember. You were an animal. And I mean that in a good way," she said as she slid over to him and kissed him, in the process smearing his own cum on his face as well as hers. "."

"Oh, we can't have that," she said, and started quite deliberately to lick his cum off his face. Then, seeing a large drop on the top of his cock and oozing down the side, she bent down and took his semi-hard cock in her mouth, licking it clean and sucking any remaining cum out of it.

"I love your cock," she said. "By the way, my name is Susan."

"I'm Willie."