Chapter 2: Giving Sam What Sam Wants

I knocked on Sam’s hotel room door and then went right in. My CEO whore was in a very good mood when she greeted me, she thought she would get lucky. She was probably right.

Sam was luxuriating in the wonderful oversized, very comfortable bedding the hotel provided. She figured I might have a treat for her. In fact, she sort of demanded it with her first words.

“Are you going to fuck me now please? Fuck your good little candy-slut kitten C - E - Okay? Pretty kitty pink please?” she asked me as she lewdly spread herself. She was still in the pink.

Significantly, this was before I gave her the weekly package of medicine she was expecting. Well, I took that as a sign the night had not been too rough for her.

“From the looks of things I’m guessing Barnes treated you right,” I said. “You look a lot better than okay.”

“Oh, I would not go that far. The old bastard was a scarecrow, certainly nothing to look at, but then, for a kitten, neither is a ball of yarn. Still it was fun to bend him. At the office yesterday I did a mind-fuck to show him who the boss was. Here I made him satisfy me, on his knees with harsh words in a harsh tone, and he was scared enough so he did an passable job.” She covered her mouth in shock at what she did. I mimicked her, like I could see it in my mind. Actually, I had watched it on the screen. She had called the bitch out, bringing righteous fury when it was called for. “I made him do something else, something very naughty. After my pleasure came his humiliation when I gave him a better rubber and let him get to his jollies. That was no good for me but did not last too long ... it was long enough to get him addicted to the feel of my very naughty pussy muscles. He will want more of me. I gave a good performance, so he wants more of the naughty, forbidden candy, and he will crawl to me to pay the price, I just know it. Then he was useless so he left me here, the bad side of ‘so excited’, the selfish jerk. You know how I hate to wake up horny, alone, and with a dry pussy. I prefer my crash-pad rapists, at least they leave me with a cum-filled puss to finger as I jill off in my pink haze. But we both know I want you more than anybody. Pet the kitty, make me smile? Pretty kitty please?”

“You know I’m not a fan of going second.” I knew where this was going, but I played her little game.

“Oh, I do know that ... you make an exception for yummy tall indians but otherwise you have your very strict rules.” She did a great imitation of a snake wiggled to her belly and then stuck her butt in the air, showing me that both holes were very open, and back was all shiny with lube. She knew the buttons to push, the monkey brain buried in my gray matter knew what that suggested and went crazy to get in on the action. Woodie seconded the motion.

Seeing Sam from behind, with her butt in the air and both holes played-with and inviting was very attractive. I mean, it was almost “can’t resist” attractive. Barnes had been just the start of her night; after he left she had entertained and exhausted many naughty toys to feed the feelings he started.

Sam continued her litany of enticement. “He used a rubber in my naughty pussy, but I figured you would want to fuck my ... oh so tight ... little ... asshole ... instead with your ... OHHHH ... big ... wonderful ... cock ... Yum. Kitty-please? Old Barns-weenie didn’t even touch me there, the prig. Well, except for his tongue. I made him tongue me inside. I was so bad!”

So I had seen. My goodness, her breathy voice was a turn-on by itself, she could make a fortune doing sex calls if she was so inclined.

She had prepared with lube and a butt-plug and more lube, I was aware the hotel supplied the best. I also knew that, when she was really into it, an improper ass-fuck with extras from her own hand and just a touch of brutality from me was better than any guy could give her in her pussy; after the indians trained her this whore is just wired that way.

“Are you sure you don’t want breakfast instead?” I teased. We know I have many appetites. Blank does serve a superior breakfast, I am very fond of their bacon waffle with fruit salad. The thing they do with fresh apricots and a touch of brandy ... to die for.

“I’d rather feel you cum in me, oh ... so good,” was her answer, then she tried a little girl voice, “that way I get good stuff in both ends.” Next she tried to sound nasty, like a street slut in a mansion bedroom. “Please master, destroy my slut ass and leave me sobbing in beautiful pain. I’ll suck your dirty cock after and consider myself well fed.”

I waved off that offer. I never really saw the point of the ass-to-mouth thing. If I come in a messy ass because it feels or looks good to do so, the next thing I want is a shower, not a filthy suck spreading the yuck. If the ass is clean enough to eat, which this slut was capable of, then ATM is an empty gesture. In any event it is too much bother, plus it is almost impossible to get hard again on oral sex immediately after an ass-fuck. So what is the point?

Maybe the point is that I only like to fuck folks that I would want to kiss afterward. Kissing after ATM sort of defeats the whole exercise and is messed up. Okay, I know some guys get off on the ATM-thing as an ego-boost because they can MAKE a crack whore do it, but to me making a woman do anything is demeaning to the guy unless there is some alternate agenda, like revenge or information extraction. Even then it goes in the category of “wet work is work,” not pleasure.

I really wanted some bacon from the Blank kitchens. Waffles and bacon with a first-class fruit salad of ripe berries and perfect melons, plus those naked fresh apricots, peeled and filled with ... YUM! That sounded like just the thing. Well, Sam’s ass was tempting.

When faced with a difficult choice like this I have a simple philosophy... “Well, they both look good, so I guess I’d rather settle for both.” I typed in a very generous breakfast order on the room’s terminal, then took off my clothes and after she had some fun sucking on my cock for a bit just to be friendly, I eased my naked cock into Sam’s wonderful welcoming slick tight ass. She had enough good lube for both of us, so she opened wide and I smiled as I slid in.

I go bareback in selected friends and employees.

She wiggled for me in with pure pink delight. After the events of last 18 hours in my own house (Cythia’s ass, then Belen’s pussy thrice! Yum.) I can’t say I was in championship form, but from the back Sam is not exactly a hardship to look at, plus her pussy muscles are not the only ones Marta’s indians trained to olympic skill levels. It was important to keep her happy even if I owned her completely. Attitude informs good judgement which is part of what I trusted her to have when she was on duty. Finally, I admit, there is something special about seeing my name tattooed on her body in letters she could not even read as she moaned in pleasure while I fucked her talented ass. Let us say her signed ass inspired me. Good kitty.

I slipped into her body easily because her tight little sphincter is well trained in the art of “open wide and the swallow with a smile.” She knows that we both like to feel her climax, so as soon as I was in she started strumming a tune, one hand strumming on her clit and the other doing “the twist” on a nipple. Sam is one of the strongest women I fuck, and I really like it when she is deep into the fuck and starts cumming so the involuntary muscle moves take over. I knew she was still pink-buzzed on the effects of the extra half-pill she took last night, they do enhance sexual feelings so the bottle warning label recommends taking the medication with sex toys handy. Or at least it would if we had a warning label. Or a bottle.

Basically, once I was in her eager ass I just moved in her enough to enjoy myself as she did all the fucking work. She loved it because she had 100% control. I loved it because she really looked and felt wonderful. I would have liked breakfast first, but she was not going to wait, she wanted me too much. So why ruin a good meal with her whimpering and begging? She would giggle adorably after. She might even give me her apricots.

Well, maybe that was too much to hope for. Damn, they are wonderful! Perfect ripeness.

(I asked about the apricots once, I really pushed a guy. He did not know where they came from but it seems the hotel got one box a day. He showed me the box, it was like a picnic cooler with individual holders like a carton of eggs. The box itself was sealed and insulated. It said “Antares” in greek. They are supposed to come with the seeds removed, but every so often one gets through. I paid plenty for those half-dozen seeds.)

Once she got off with my cock the first time, I started to work her, throwing in the extra goodies she likes. Sharp spanks on the butt are always good, then I added pulling and twisting her nipples harder than I did with anybody else, even reaching around and giving her shy clit a little excessively hard attention, which gets her crazy, all while stroking in and out of her tight ass, where she was doing everything she could to squeeze my cock to a climax.

She was about to get off the second time - this time with sound effects that are remarkably like an alley-cat at the loudest part of a good time - when room service walked in with our meal.

We did not let the audience bother us. They performed professionally. It really is a great hotel.

I had placed the order with a note to come right in after knocking once. They were to set up the table without disturbing whatever we were doing in the bed; it really is a great LA hotel. She began to make her prelude “really happy” noises, a panting sigh with a giggle and low moan added, before they were done setting down the plates. The indians taught Sam to make simple noises, they considered discussion a distraction.

With a hand signal I gave permission for the room service guys to stay if they wanted to watch. They gathered in the shadows around the bed until she was finished. It was LA, live porno performances don’t get turned down very often. I threw her a few more hard spanks and lifted her on one side giving her a chance to show how slutty her flopping tits looked for her audience. Seeing people watching her pain and pleasure got her racing towards, over, and past, the tipping point. At the heights she yowled and sputtered and howled at full volume; it was a symphony of super-pleasured indignity combined with a mountain lioness orgasm. She delivered great drama and ball-grabbing exaltations for everybody. Especially me.

The audience liked the show. From the looks on their faces, more than half of the room service folks were not going to make it back to the kitchen before they put their naughty parts together in unusual combinations. Good show! I know the hotel had staff rooms for that very purpose on every floor; it was a great hotel to work for.