The General - Book 2
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Consensual, Fiction, First, Oral Sex,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This is a reader requested continuation of my recent story, The General. It continues the stories of Mark, Paul, Sandy and Debbie, as well as the cheerleader "candidates" that Mark promotes, and the challenges that those girls create for him.
Mark pushed the door to the hotel room open and allowed Debbie Janicke to enter before him. While he personally had never stayed at the St. Regis Hotel in Atlanta, he knew it to be the finest hotel, certainly in the city, and quite possibly in the South. This was the upscale of upscale facilities, and not surprising, the room that had been reserved for her was on the Concierge Floor, which meant treatment that is even more luxurious and more benefits for the guests. One of her collegiate sorority sisters had asked Debbie to be a gift table host prior to her friend's wedding reception. The bride's parents, among the wealthiest in the area, had graciously provided a room in the hotel for each member of the wedding party, including all of the peripheral members that assisted at the reception. Debbie had asked Mark to be her escort to the reception.
Debbie paused as she entered the room, just long enough for Mark to bump into her clumsily. "Are you sure that this is our room?"
"Room 824. That's the number on the key card."
"It's a suite, not just a room. It's beautiful.
"I think it is appropriate for you. How about that! They even provide a bottle of Champagne, on ice." Mark opened the bottle with a dramatic flair, the cork popping as it launched from the bottle on its way to the ceiling. He poured two glasses and handed one to Debbie. "Here's to the most beautiful girl at the wedding."
She kissed him gently, but with enthusiasm and meaning. "I can't believe that they gave us a room like this. There's even a balcony. Can we go out there for a few minutes?"
They stood together, looking out at the Atlanta skyline. From their elevation, they could easily see well beyond the airport nearly twenty miles to the south. There was no noise, other than the sound of the breeze blowing across the building. Mark could feel Debbie shaking, not violently, just ever so slightly.
"Are you cold? Do you want to go in?"
"No, I'm fine. Just hold me for a minute, will you please?"
Mark put his arms around Debbie and pulled her to him. He could feel her pull tight to his body. "Debbie???"
"I'm just a little nervous, Mark. I've never done this before."
He pulled her head up and kissed her very tenderly. "Let's go back inside."
"Give me a minute, please." Debbie went to the bedroom while Mark went to put a Do Not Disturb placard on the door and secure it.
She called to him and he stepped into the bedroom. She was standing beside the bed wearing a steel blue diaphanous negligee. The lighting in the room cascaded onto her softly, highlighting her beauty.
"Mark," she asked timidly. "Am I..."
"You are beautiful, Debbie, absolutely beautiful." Mark led her to the bed, kissed her tenderly, and quickly undressed. The negligee fell away as he caressed her breasts, her nipples already hard in anticipation. Mark continued to murmur little compliments softly. Debbie's breasts were full and firm, the nipples prominent, and the bottoms curving upward slightly as if they were waiting to be touched. When he moved his head to her chest and placed his lips on her breast, he could feel her body become tense and then shudder. Intentionally, he dawdled at her breasts, moving from one breast to the other and then returning to the first, over and over, until Debbie became restless and her body began to move beneath him.
His hand moved to her thighs and then upward. He caressed the outer edges of her pubic hair, allowing his fingers to float lightly over the hair. As he moved his hand lower, he could feel both the heat of her body and the moisture beginning to lubricate her. He moved lower and replaced his hand with his breath, blowing lightly through her hair and along her labia, which was to beginning to open on its own. When he extended his tongue to them, Debbie cried out. Gently he moved upward until his tongue touched her clit, the twenty four year old button of sexual excitement that had not, until that very moment, felt the hand, or the tongue or even the breath of another soul. As he captured it between his lips and sucked it firmly, Debbie's first orgasm crushed her thighs against Mark's head. He continued to flick his tongue at her clit; much like the tongue of a snake flits in and out and around its head. When her thighs relaxed slightly, Mark moved away and then positioned himself. He felt her hand reach down to help him and he took that as a sign that she was ready. With her hand guiding him, he pushed into her gently. He could feel her barrier there, standing guard over her purity. Without a word, he felt her hands move to his butt and pull him to her. He pushed through her hymen, not without some difficulty, and not without seeing her wince and hearing her cry out briefly. He stopped, of course, and held his position until her eyes opened once again and she kissed him. His initial move into her was a protracted move allowing her body to adjust to his invasion. When he had gone as far as he could, he once again stopped, to allow her to begin to understand the various sensations she was feeling. He was not at all surprised that she was very wet inside, nor was he surprised at how tight her vagina was. He just hoped that he could last long enough to bring her to orgasm, but his concerns disappeared within the first minute of his movements.
For Debbie, this was an incredible experience. Her delayed development as a teenager had effectively discouraged any sexual experimentation with her dates in high school. By the time her chest decided to develop and her hips define her as a woman, the sexual atmosphere of sorority life was too intense and, quite honestly, frightening to her. Now, on this night, she was with a man that she had known for years, a man who had repeatedly demonstrated extraordinary bravery, sensitivity and concern for others, a man who was handsome and rugged and had a beautiful smile, and someone with whom she was very proud to be. That she should give herself to this man, on this night, was about as good as it was ever going to get.
She had been terrified, of course, when she felt him caressing and kissing her breasts. She nearly lost control of everything when she felt his tongue between her legs; she was about to tell him to stop but her emotions overruled her fear at the last moment. When he entered her so gently, she knew that she had made a good decision. She shoved all of these thoughts aside as her emotions once again took control of her body. Her hips began to thrust upwards. Her legs spread even wider to give this thing that was sliding in and out of her body even greater access. Everything else became a blur when she felt the first blast of his release splash deep inside her body.
"Oh my God," was all that she could say.
They fell asleep in each other's arms, but for her, the sensation of feeling someone in her bed was too new and, for her, actual sleep came sparingly. When he repositioned himself beside her, her hand brushed against him and she realized her was erect again. Without saying anything, she rolled on top of him, straddling his hips with hers, and rotating them until she was able to have him inside her once again. Quite quickly, she figured out the movements necessary to create the tension and excitement that she had previously felt. She had to stop, of course, when her orgasm became the controlling factor. Minutes later, she felt him explode in her for a second time, and once again, she knew that she had made the correct choice.
Sunlight was streaming in the windows as they awakened. "Good morning, Sleepyhead," Mark said as he first opened his eyes.
Debbie was next to him, her head propped up on her arm and elbow. "Good morning to you, Sir. Did you sleep well?"
"Well, I thought I was, until I was awakened by this creature in the night that overpowered me and did unspeakable things to my body."
"That's funny. I didn't hear you cry out for help or anything, and I would have heard you because I was quite nearby. I hope this creature didn't hurt you in any way. Maybe I should have a look, just to be sure." Debbie pulled the sheet down and immediately looked at Mark's crotch. "Oh, Mark. Look! It's broken! Maybe if I kiss it, it will get better again." She immediately moved to take his flaccid cock into her mouth, closing her lips around it and pulling upwards, as if stretching it out would make it hard again. Her actions proved to be successful and as he became erect, Debbie continued her suction actions. She could feel him suddenly become tense and then thrust upward into her mouth as his semen filled her until she could hold no more. What she couldn't swallow initially, she quickly cleaned up with her tongue.
They showered together. He marveled at her body, her breasts that were just the right size for her, her tiny frame, which he was quite sure he could pick up with one arm, and to his delight, her pubic hair, coal black, soft, and full.
"What's your pleasure today, Madam?"
"Well, I know what I'd like to do, but I'm a little sore so maybe we could wait until another day?"
Mark nodded that he understood. "How about if we round up something for breakfast and then after we eat we can decide?"
By noon, they had come to realize that, while neither wanted the weekend to end, there was just no way to have it continue without detracting from the enjoyment they had experienced. When he dropped her off at her home, she embraced him tightly, thanked him for the weekend and asked him to call her in the coming week.