Chapter 28

By the time Jason showed up it was eleven fifteen. It seemed I'd been waiting for days rather than hours. My pussy was aching like a bitch. Jason looked even more gorgeous than last night. Now he was dressed in white. White T-shirt, chinos and loafers. His dark skin looked even more tanned. Jason wasn't alone. Trailing behind him was stocky man also Mediterranean in appearance. I'd put his age down as little older than me, say in his late forties. He had short dark hair and a Mexican bandit style moustache. He was a little shorter than Jason was but broader and if he lost a few pounds might even have been good looking. Jason greeted me and apologised for keeping me waiting. He brushed the hair from my face and kissed my cheek. The soft touch of his mouth on my face, the smell of his aftershave all made me weak and I wet myself again. He introduced me to hid friend, Stephan, who was the second chef at the hotel. Jason leaned in close to me and whispered,

"If I remember correctly Ann, you like to have a nice big cock up your arse." Before I could reply, he looked back at Stephan and winked at him, then said,

"Well so do I." Then I realised what would have been obvious to someone less naïve than myself, that Jason and Stephan were lovers. Jason was bisexual. So easy to see now. Someone as delicate and feminine as him must be bi, if not totally queer. It was clear now that Jason was Stephan's "boy". Stephan was smiling broadly. I said,

"I had hoped to go somewhere private, but my friend is asleep in our room. Do you have a room we could go to?" Jason shook his head,

"I'm sorry Ann, neither Stephan nor myself live at the hotel." I felt so disappointed, I was on the verge of dragging Jason down to the floor and fucking him in the lobby. I desperately needed shag. Jason saw the look on my face, he turned to Stephan and they exchanged a few words.

"OK Ann. I might know somewhere a rather more private, if you don't mind roughing it a little." I didn't mind at all, I just needed his cock badly and was determined to get it. I whispered,

"Anywhere will do Jason, just take me somewhere and fuck my brains out, please!" Jason turned to Stephan and said,

"The lady gets what the lady wants." Jason led us through to the back of the reception area, stopping to take some keys from under the reception desk. The clerk barely looked up from the magazine he was reading. We went through some doors and down some stairs to a basement. We followed him along some corridors before we came to a locked door that said "Staff Only". After unlocking this we went along anther short corridor and then came to a locked door that said "Laundry Room". We went in and Jason switched on a bank of lights over in one corner. From outside the door it looked as if the room was in darkness. It was a large bare walled room with piles of dirty bed linen and towels all over low benches. On one side, the wall was taken up with industrial washing machines. The opposite wall had a dozen dryers. This side of the room had piles of clean linen waiting to be pressed in the huge pressing machines in the middle of the floor. Jason led us in to the lit corner of the room furthest away from the locked door. The time was now near eleven thirty, and I supposed that most of the staff had gone home and we wouldn't be disturbed.

I stood with my back to a bench, and hurriedly undid my blouse. Before I could undo my bra, Jason was on me. He kissed me and played with my tits through my bra. He pressed his face in to my cleavage and licked up and down the groove between my boobs. Jason said,

"Oh Ann, your fantastic tits, I love them." With that he wrenched up my bra and began sucking my hard nipples. I looked over at Stephan who seemed quite happy to just watch his boyfriend make love to me. I held Jason's lovely head and murmured,

"Your cock Jason, I want your cock." He kissed me and then turned me around so that I had my back to him. I bent forward and held the edge of the bench, my tits swung down as I bent. Jason's soft hands moved up my thighs under my skirt and pulled my knickers down to my knees; I shook them down to my ankles. His hands roamed over my arse cheeks and caressed my crack. With a flick of his hand, my skirt was up over my back. I looked down underneath me at my feet and saw Jason's feet between mine. Suddenly, his trousers were also down to his ankles and yet his hands hadn't left my arse. It was only then that I noticed Stephan's feet between Jason's. Now I understood. Stephan had dropped Jason's trousers and his own. The situation was clear to me now. Jason was going to fuck me up the arse while Stephan buggered him. I had never experienced men shagging each other, the thought really excited me. I had often wished I had a cock, penis envy it's called.

Now I wished it even more. How I longed to be able to screw someone with my own cock and feel my spunk spurt out in a huge gush. I knew I'd be wanking all the time just to watch the semen shoot out. How I've fantasised about being able to shoot a jet of spunk over a woman's tits or face. Or how I could fuck young Keith's arse standing up and watch him spurt at the same instant I shot up his arsehole. As these weird thoughts went through my mind, I was brought back to earth by the feel of Jason's hard thick cock in my arse crack and then quickly slipping up my arse.