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Part Three.
It was late afternoon when the servants woke me up and it was back in that bath again for another bathing session before being dried and powdered ready to be dressed. Not my own clothes, but instead, they brought out garments of a similar kind that they wore, though theirs was of cotton and these for me were of real silk. They were long pieces of a dazzling variety of colours with a lot of delicate stitching along all hems. But they saw to my hair first by being carefully brushed and fixed up at the top so that it was gathered to one side of my head and hung down to cover my left shoulder. This partially covered my face on this side but left the right side clear so that it could be seen, even my ear. I was loaned, they said, a small diamond clip that they attached to the lobe. I was then carefully given a light covering of oil and perfumed before they declared I was ready to be dressed.
I stood naked and they wound one of the silk pieces round me and simply tucked into itself so that it hung from the waist straight down to the floor. They then held up a delicate silk bodice to put on but I refused to wear it. They twitted about and said that as my top half would only be covered by one thin piece of silken cloth, I should wear the bodice as my tits would show. They didn't call them tits but referred to them as my upper body parts. So what, I retorted! My tits were something to be proud of and I wasn't ashamed of them and it wouldn't embarrass me if people could see them.
They complained that they would get into trouble if I didn't wear the bodice, but I was adamant and would not put it on. I had them put on this upper silk cloth and insisted that it was put on as it should be if I was wearing that damned bodice. Then I asked to see myself in a full length mirror which was brought into the room for me to see how I looked.
I could easily have turned into a lesbian if it hadn't been my own reflection I was looking at. Tall and slender with a touch of haughtiness but still gave the impression of hidden sensuous passion that lay behind my smouldering blue green eyes. Head held erect with my features pale and fine upon a smooth delicate white throat and neck to be seen on one side, my dark hair contrasting nicely with its gentle wave coming down the side of my face to curl across the shoulder.
A pale green silk draped around the shoulders and upper half with one end coming over a shoulder that I held with one crossed arm at the waist leaving my midriff bare. I could see my full firm breasts quite clearly outlined with the dark rings of the aureoles and the nipples standing out clear in profile. Then this gorgeous shade of blue silk moulded to the hips and waist and flowing smoothly down to the floor. I looked and felt like a queen.
The servants were still protesting about the fact that my tits could be seen when it was time for me to go down to dinner and meet this special guest. I ignored their chatter and left them muttering about how I looked as I left the room to do downstairs
The place where dinner was being held was a huge circular room with little cushioned alcoves all the way round, each with its own coloured silken drapes. In front of these alcoves were wide steps, four, I think, and these were carpeted and covered in enormous cushions. The large central area, which was left clear, had a marble floor and was very cold to your bare feet. You entered from one end of this circular arena, I always thought of it as such, opposite to where the Rajah whatever his name was, sat.
As usual, there were many people lounging about on the cushions round the sides when I entered, and there were many small tables in front of them holding fruits, sweetmeats, spices and ornate jugs of water. Everybody was sumptuously dressed tonight, the men in rich brocades and the women with them in their bright silks. I advanced into the arena and the laughing and talk suddenly died away. I held my head up and continued walking towards the steps up to the Rajah's table. I could feel everybody's eyes on my tits as I felt them give their little swaying bounce as I walked forward.
The Rajah was not seated in his normal place in the exact centre opposite to the entrance but to the left of a man who occupied this place. A very dark and handsome man who wore a bright green turban with a large jewel shining in the centre and an enormous feather sticking up from the back. The Rajah stood up and welcomed me as I went forward to the cushions around the low table, and as I walked up the carpeted steps, I was conscious of the dark man's eyes carefully watching me. The Rajah said how beautiful I looked wearing his country's style of dress, and then introduced me to the other man who had now risen up. He stood about five foot ten but looked even taller with his green turban. He wore a white knee length jacket, open at the front, that was covered in gold embroidery.
The silks he wore beneath it were also covered in this delicate work. He was addressed as His Highness by the Rajah, I couldn't repeat all of the title and I only caught the first of it which sounded like Prince Till-I-Come. The hand he held out to me was as dark as his face and on one finger was a large ring with the biggest ruby I've ever seen. I put my hand into his and he bent low and kissed it, the feather in his turban almost tickling the end of my nose.
A vision of paradise here on earth,' he said to me in perfect English, giving me a lovely smile showing lovely white teeth. Come sit beside me.' He'd been educated in England and his voice was low and melodic. It hypnotised me and kept me entranced the whole evening. I can't remember now a darn thing that he said, only that he spent the entire time talking and looking at me. He didn't even glance at the dancers who went through their whole new elaborate routine that they had devised for this special guest.
I had caught the disapproving look from my aunt when I first entered but didn't notice her or the Rajah for the rest of the evening.
When the evening finished, that is, the entertainments were over and most of the hangers-on, that's what I called them, had left, we moved so that the servants could rearrange the cushions, plumping them up to make them soft again, and the tables had been re-laid with fresh fruits and sweetmeats. The Prince went and sat with the Rajah and my aunt and spoke for several minutes. Then my aunt got up and came over and sat down beside me.
The Prince has formally asked for your hand in marriage,' she said to me. What do I say?' Her eye were alight with a gleam that I'd never seen before and then realised why she had brought me out with her to this country. It was to find me a rich husband. Well she had found one, but the question was, did I want him?
I looked up and across the room and saw the intensity, nay, felt the intensity of his gaze. It was direct, alive, and I could see the fires hidden therein. I then noted the lines of passion around his mouth and could see his strong white teeth shining in his dark face and could just imagine the dark strength beneath his fine robes.
I lifted my head erect and straightened my back, feeling my breasts quiver with the movement below their silk covering and felt my nipples rise to the soft whispering touch of the silk cloth. His eyes shifted fractionally to them and then back up to my face as he waited for my answer.
`Yes,' I said with a smile and his eyes lit up and he smiled back at me, one that was as wide as Texas. He gracefully and without any apparent effort, rose up from his cushion and sharply clapped his hands twice and then gestured for me to face the centre of the room. Into this arena came a line of retainers bearing armfuls of silks, bottles, jars, casks and chests, carpets and drapes. These last two were spread out just below the steps I was standing on and it was like a tale from the Arabian Nights.
The caskets and chests were emptied out onto them and I've never seen so many fine jewels and gold that spilled out at my very feet. The fires of light that flashed around us from the coins and the scattered stones was like that of many rainbows being seen at the same time. I nearly creamed my knickers only I wasn't wearing any. I felt him sit down next to me and he took my hand and pressed it to his lips.
`This is but a trifle that I would have adorn my wife. This is my dowry to you though it is but a paltry sum for such a beautiful woman that you are. I feel ashamed that I have brought so little for so much that I shall receive.' I felt his eyes on my tits beneath their thin covering. Christ, I thought, seeing all that wealth spread out for me. Bloody good job he didn't see me the night before, being fucked by all those soldiers for he wouldn't have given me a thing then. I could feel that my face was going red as I kept my eyes down.
My Lord,' I said. It sounded funny me saying that but it came so natural like. My Lord. I am too unworthy for such fine things that you have brought me. I said yes for the man himself, not his wealth or possessions.' The way that he had sat down had bunched up the back of his pants so that it was very tight at the front and with my eyes down, I could see quite clearly outlined what he also possessed that was for me. One of the biggest hard-ons I've ever seen on a man. It looked massive, being thick and long and straining against the tight silk at his thigh. He reached out for my other hand to hold and gently brushed my tit as he did so.
`Till tomorrow night my sweet,' he said as he kissed this hand.
Next minute, he was gone. His retainers started repacking all those sparkling gems and the Rajah servants were all twittering about as my aunt came over and helped me up from my cushion and led me out after us bowing to the Rajah. She led me up to my rooms and though she was speaking, I didn't hear a single word, for all I could see in my mind's eye was the size of that cock beneath the silk cloth of his trousers and I was wetting myself with the anticipation of having it inside me. I knew I would be dreaming of that for many months till we would be married.
It was a bit of a shock when her voice registered, telling me that it would be that very next morning. This alone had penetrated my mind as my aunt carried on speaking.
I thought that all was lost when you came into the room looking like the painted harlot Jezebel, but tomorrow you'll be one of the richest women in the world, and a Princess. Think of it!' my aunt exclaimed with a proud look of satisfaction on her face. My niece a Princess!' I hadn't thought of that, of being the Princess of Prince Till-I-Come, only of his big cock that was for me. I'll make him come alright and I only hope, no, I was certain that that weapon of his would make me come. I was all wet again at the thought and stayed that way right till the following morning.
Tom, I'll tell you all about the preparations that went on and off the long drawn out and elaborate wedding ceremony in another letter because I'm so excited now writing about this that I want to tell you what happened.
They say that a woman's finest hour is when she gets married, well I suppose that's true in most cases, especially to those watching in the congregation, seeing her at her ultimate best in catching her man, but mine was when we got away and into his apartments.
The servants had withdrawn after preparing the room and the nuptial bed, and me, for His Royal Highness Prince Till-I-Come. I was laid out on this massive silken covered bed with just a thin strip of silk covering my body from his sight. He had been undressed by his valets or whatever they are called except for a pair of wide silken trousers that looked more like pantaloons. He came into the room alone and he'd now dispensed with the turban and I could see that he had very black hair, neatly smoothed back and his big muscular chest was without any trace of hair. His whole body was very dark, not black, but a very deep brown.
He smiled at me as he approached the bed and I gave out a gasp as he dropped his trousers. His organ was huge! Dark and ponderous and he'd been circumcised, which I believe is part of their religion out here, and the head of it was a deep purple in colour. It swayed heavily in front of him and I could see his ball bag hanging low beneath it. He reached over to me and slowly began to pull down the covering that was over me, first letting my quivering tits with their rigid nipples show, then continued to slowly pull it further down uncovering the rest of my body. His eyes were on my cunt which I could feel was very wet but I kept my hands still and let him look. I was watching his tool sway and waiting anxiously for him to get onto the bed with me.
You have a beautiful body my dear, which I believe has known many men,' he said as he knelt there on the bed next to me. I started to move to him but he held up his hand. For me you have the poise, dignity and bearing of a true princess.' His hand started to stroke one of my breasts. `I myself am not a virgin either and I do not seek virgins for when I bed a woman, it is for pleasure. From now on this body of yours is mine, Mine and mine alone. Do you understand that?' His stroking hands were driving me mad with lust.
`Yes my Lord,' I said, nodding my head.
`Then my dear, using the English vernacular, let's fuck.'
He parted my legs and moved across my leg and poised himself between my thighs. He lifted my backside up to rest on his knees and in that position, was able to put the head of his cock inside the lips of my vagina. It was big. His cock I mean. I know that my cunt has been stretched before but not by a cock of that size. He grasped my hips and slid me up his knees, simply pulling me onto his thick shaft. At the angle I was lying, I could feel it trying to tear the walls into my stomach. He was looking at my face as he did this and I flung my arms out wide and my tits began heaving as I gave out a big gasp.
`My Prince,' I cried out and he laughed and suddenly swung his legs back and fell forward, ramming his whole length into me. My God, I nearly choked. I thought his prick was coming up into my throat. It filled my completely as I'd never been filled before. I felt him draw back to the entrance and ream his way back as he ploughed a deep furrow inside of me. I could hear my juices squish as he mashed his shaft through the lips of my sex. I felt the shifting skin of his prick as he worked it inside. The pain and pleasure was mixed as we both fell into the rhythm of his stroke. My legs went up high of their own accord and I could feel his heavy ball bag slap against my arse as he buried himself deep within me. My arms went up round his neck, his elbows being alongside my head. How we Fucked! And we fucked all night. He was like a stallion and kept coming back for more. I kept pace with him and was more than satisfied for he was the man for me.
Tom laid the rest of the letter to one side for it was now really late and he was tired. He knew that the busy time was now here and he had to be up early to see to the beginning of the clearing of the land.
His army training helped for he was awake at dawn and after a pee and a wash, got dressed and went down to the diner for an early breakfast. This he'd just finished as a big trailer parked up with a bulldozer on the back and Tom watched as Martin O'Shea, the contractor, got the 'dozer down the ramp of the trailer and parked it up to let the trailer move off.
Tom took him into the camper van and showed him his drawings of how the motel was going to be laid out and then they went back out and with a tin of paint, marked the boundaries that had to be cleared. A dumper truck had arrived and so Martin got to work to begin clearing within this perimeter.
It took three days to clear the site and another three days of drawing out the stumps of the old burnt trees that would be in the way. One day more saw to the levelling of the ground preparatory to the building work.
During this time, Tom had got together with an architect to measure up the site and draw up the plans for the builder to work from. This work was just for the foundations, sewage pipes and plumbing for the base of the motel would be concrete though the cabins themselves would be of timber.
Quite a wide entrance was planned, between two hedges that would be planted before it opened up to where the rooms would be. There would be twelve rooms in three blocks but only ten for occupancy, the other two was for his room and the office.
The first four would be on the left and the second four facing the entrance and the third lot opposite the first four. Now between cabins one and two would be a small locker running through to the back. The same between cabins three and four, five and six, seven and eight and nine and ten. He explained to the builder who had seen the plans, that these were to be for storage of linens etc, but which Tom had other plans for apart from just being storage places.
The first cabin lay out was with a door to the left side of the room when viewed from the front, and against that left wall inside would be a dressing table and a small wardrobe beyond it. To the right would be the bed and a window just past the door. The bathroom would be in the far right hand corner so you would go past the bottom of the bed and then turn right to go in. On the left was a shower stall with one side screen, the other end being open without a curtain facing a blank wall. On the right was first, a hand basin and then a toilet pan with a bidet in between, the floor and walls would be tiled. This was the pattern for all the odd numbered cabins while the even numbered ones would be the mirror image of the others, i.e., the door was on the right of the bed on the left etc. In respect of cabin twelve, which was to be the office, a kitchen would be fitted instead of a bathroom while Tom would actually be living in number eleven with a connecting door between the two.
Each of the three blocks would be raised off the ground by about two feet to allow air to circulate and keep them cool in the summer. It would be concrete pilings but clad in wood as all the cabins would be to give the place a rustic air. This under space would be screened with flower beds except for the few steps that led up to each cabin door. Enough room was allowed for there to be a car parked outside each and yet still give enough room for other cars to pass and turn round what would be a small circular centre piece that would have a transplanted tree there to give some shade to any cars that decided to park beneath when it was fully grown.
The builder had objected to the layout of the cabins because of the extra pipe work needed for soil and waste water, but Tom said that he was prepared to pay for this.
So under the supervision of Tom and the architect, the site was pegged out. A digger was brought in to make the holes for the foundations and dig the trenches for the sewage pipes which would link up with the system where the old house used to stand. It took them four months before they had gone as far as Tom had instructed. This being the shells with roofs and boardwalks and all sanitary and electrics fitted and working by himself, he would see to all the furnishings etc.
While all this construction work was going on, Tom had visited the city and posing as a buyer for the construction of a rehabilitation centre, and ordered from a glass manufacturer, ten large one way mirrors and ten full length mirrors of the same. These he had made, crated and shipped to a warehouse just marked as glass, for delivery by another carrier so that there would not be a connection between him and the motel.
So with the builders finished and off site, it was time for Tom to make his alterations and adaptations to the motel. Being somewhat of an amateur carpenter, was experienced enough to know exactly what he was doing and proceeded to cut holes in every cabin for the mirrors to be installed. They arrived just as he had finished the cutting out and was soon doing the job of installing them. Just taking one cabin as an example. It was a good four foot by three mirror that was fixed into the wall above where the bed would be. In the bathroom and opposite the open ended shower stall, at was once a blank wall, was now fixed one of the full length mirrors. A person then using the shower could watch themselves as they bathed but would also give a full view to Tom who would be on the other side in the so called linen locker.
He put up curtains on the inside of these lockers so that any light from the cabins would not spill out whenever he opened the outside locker door. These hinges were heavily greased so that no sound would be made when the door was opened.
Also, he changed the light fittings a little so that he could install new infra red lighting that he added to the existing lights and that they could only be turned on from the inside of the lockers. Cabins one and two he also spent time to make them both sound proof. Other mirrors had been sent which were destined for cabin seven which he dubbed the glass room. Here, heavy duty glass mirrors were used for the floor and other glass for the walls and ceiling. One wall, that opposite the bed, was set with many offset mirrors so that you could see yourself at ten different angles, depending on where you stood.
While doing all this, the furniture and other material he'd ordered began arriving from various sources, so the next cabin to make over was number three. This was to be entirely of leather. The walls and floor he fitted out in tan, the two armchairs already were made with white. The bed was in a contrasting black leather, including the headboard and side table coverings and when this was made up with the white cotton sheets, it looked perfect.
Cabin five was like cabin three but all in different hues of fur, though he did get a cheaper variety because it would be rather costly to replace if he used the genuine stuff. Cabin six then boasted a king sized water bed and even the armchairs were also filled with water.
Cabin four he designed to cater purely for any lesbian visitors or any pair of females that might book in to the motel. This had a large brass bed installed but not of the usual style but being lower than normal. That was because at the foot end, it had two definite phallic designed end posts. The room also had a standard lamp that had two phallic hooks either side about two and a half feet up from the base, this also was of brass. Tom had added two wooden posts a few feet apart and about half a foot away from the bedroom wall. On this wall he'd fitted two large handles, while on the posts, were another two brass phalli of just twelve inches in length and of a greater thickness than the normal male size when fully erect. Just level with these on the wall and directly beneath the handles, were two cup shaped fittings which could support the heels of anybody using it for what it was intended.
As mentioned, cabins one and two were sound proofed because these would cater for people into bondage. In cabin one there were a variety of wall and ceiling hooks and a locked cupboard that held a lot of the paraphernalia associated with this form of sexual practice. Also was cabin two though this had two what looked like pull down beds that closed up to the wall. Well one was a bed but the other was really a cleverly designed rack with all the straps attached.
The remaining three cabins were of the conventional style of room, but they still had the viewing mirrors for Tom's later enjoyment of the standard traveller.
All this took Tom nearly two months to complete his renovations and additions before he was satisfied that the place was now ready to open. This work had taken its toll of Tom for he'd been just too tired to go out at night to see what was happening in the various bedrooms of his neighbours.
He'd already visited the town's local paper and placed an advert in giving the date of the opening and also a few of the papers up in the city. He had not wanted anything official like a pompous ceremony and all that went with it, but just a quiet opening day. So after an early breakfast in the diner, he strolled back and looked with pride on what he had built. He turned as the daily convoy begin to pass carrying those men to their jobs in the city. There was some tooting of horns as they passed and he waved back at them in acknowledgement. Almost every evening on the way back, they would have sport with the local state highway police who were on traffic patrol.
It had started many years ago and took time to develop. Those men that travelled up to the city had got together and started buying exactly the same cars. They got into groups of four for sharing, taking their turn to drive every four weeks, but they all had bought a similar car in respect of style and colour. So the town itself had over sixty black sedans parked on the driveways or garaged all over town. It was on the drive home that they had their fun as they formed up in a convoy, but one car would lag behind. Then he would come roaring down the highway doing well over the speed limit, past the stationary state trooper which would immediately give chase. They had it down to a fine art, for as the speeding black sedan came into sight, a gap would appear in the convoy and it would slip in and continue on in the sedate speed of the others. The police on numerous occasions would pull them all over but could never positively identify which of those cars was the culprit. Even when a car was chased into town, with so many black sedans parked on the drives, they could never pick out the one they had been chasing. It made for a good laugh in the club at the weekend that they'd fooled the police yet again.
Only one car had ever been identified, and this was when Tom was overseas, and that was because at the peak of the chase, it had a front tyre burst. This sent the car off the highway doing over a hundred miles an hour, cart wheeling and crushing the occupants until it finished up jammed in a small ravine. The police car hadn't seen it go off the road and it was two days before other people from the town found the vehicle with the dead men inside. One of those dead had been Yeovil Yates and his death had sent his wife a little loopy. But that accident hadn't stopped the others from continuing this sport over the years.
Tom waved as they went off and hoped that some other cars on the return run, not necessarily theirs, might stop for the night at his motel. He went on into the office and for the first time, switched on the outside illuminated sign showing that the Love Motel now had vacancies.
It was late afternoon before the first car pulled in for an early night stop. The driver was allocated cabin number nine, one of the normal ones, and then had a second car stop with what looked like a man and his wife. They got cabin ten, and this was before it was even dark. He'd told them that there was a diner just a few yards down the road if they wanted to eat.
Then the convoy passed, tooting again as they did so, knowing that this was his first day of being open, and it was shortly after this that a local man pulled in. Tom was surprised to see that it was Fred Willis, a manual worker from the small local foundry. Keeping the surprise from his face, Tom went into the office with Fred following and went behind the counter before turning round to face him. Fred had appeared to sidle into the office and then shuffled over to the counter to stop in front of Tom.
Er...hello Tom. I...er, heard in town that you've just opened this here motel,' he said with a slight stammer, not looking Tom in the eye. I wondered...I wondered if I could have a room for the night...if you know what I mean. I...I've got a bit of a problem, and I...er, want, er, a night away from home.'
No problem Fred,' Tom replied, opening the register. Put down what you like, though the only cabins available are a bit above the normal price for a motel room because they are somewhat on the special side,' giving him a grin, `if you know what I mean. How about cabin six? It's got a nice large water bed. Chairs too?'
That sounds great,' Fred, interrupting Tom from saying any more. I'll take it,' he said, taking out his wallet and paying the amount asked without question. Thanks Tom,' he said, picking up the key, you're a real pal.' Tom grinned as he put the money away in a drawer, never having really been a pal of Fred when growing up in the town.
`It's in the top section, second cabin from the right. Do you want to book an early morning call?'
`No thanks, we'll...er,...I'll be alright. You know me,' he replied with a sheepish grin as he left the office.
Tom watched him return to his car and drive off to the far end, but couldn't see who the other person was inside the vehicle. No matter, he thought, I'll soon find out in a minute or two he smiled, but another car pulled up at that moment and a weary traveller came and booked in. So it was nearly ten minutes before Tom could leave the office and make his way round to the locker between cabins five and six. Though the three blocks of cabins made up three sides of a square, they were still connected by a covered boardwalk all the way round, very similar to the way the western towns of old were built.
He silently moved round towards that locker between five and six, his stealth was not deliberate, for it was now natural to him from years of practice from his early boyhood days of moving through the back gardens at night. The door opened easily and quietly as the grease and oil had intended that it be so. He locked the door behind him and went and drew the curtain from the two way mirror above the bed. Light flooded the locker and it made Tom shrink back to the shadows at the side, fearing that all his work had been in vain and that he could be seen.
Peering round the corner of the mirror, he saw Fred come out of the bathroom, bollock naked as he strode to the bed. Tom looked down and saw this gorgeous red headed woman lying spread eagled on the bed. Natural colour, he noted, seeing the same red hair between her thighs; big breasts with almost an identical shade to the aureoles surrounding the nipples. She was unknown to Tom, but he knew for certain that it definitely wasn't Fred's wife.
She gave out a luscious delightful giggle as Fred knelt on the bed, making the water move and send her body into undulating movements, her tits especially, wobbling about like two jellies on a plate.
`Some bed eh?' Fred grinned at her.
It's wonderful,' she giggled again. How clever of you to find this place. I think we'll enjoy ourselves on this,' she said, raising her arms for Fred to move in on top of her, his erection disappearing between her legs as he mounted her, stopping her giggles by kissing her.
Tom watched as they fucked, and getting bolder, he stood in the middle of the mirror and watched as they bucked and bounced on the water bed till they both came with shrieks and groans. It was with a wet sucking sound that their bodies came apart as Fred got off the girl, his face flushed with the exertions. The girl got off the bed, giving a giggle as she literally bounced off it to make her way to the bathroom.
Tom moved along the locker and opened the curtain to look inside the bathroom. The girl had squatted on the bidet and was washing her lower parts as the curtain opened. He watched as she dried herself and flinched as she approached the full length mirror which he was behind. She stood very close and moved her naked body different ways, admiring herself, pushing her large breasts together and then stroking the erect nipples. Tom moved and stood just before her, marvelling that he could stand so close, within touching distance and yet not be seen. His erection was hard in his hand as he masturbated right in front of her as she kept posing before him as she touched various intimate parts of her body. He splattered the mirror, but didn't dare clean if off in case the mirror itself moved, but would clean it the next day.
He pulled the curtain closed as she left the bathroom and he was just in time to see her bounce onto the bed, nearly sending Fred to the floor from the undulating wave of water beneath him. He chuckled to himself at her squeals of pleasure as they bounced together on this bed and Fred rolled her over onto her back.
`Ready for more?' he asked, his cock standing upright again.
`When have I never been ready honey?' she asked, spreading her legs for Fred to mount her again. The bed moved beneath his thrusting in and out, but he kept losing momentum as the water had its own motion until he adapted to pushing down hard into her and waiting for her to bounce back, taking all of him inside her.
`Some fucking bed, eh baby.' he said, watching her tits move as though they had batteries inserted to make them vibrate.
`You said it honey! Some fucking bed. Harder, harder, fuck me harder,' she pleaded.
`I'm doing my best,' he grunted.
`Then let me get on top,' she cried, rolling him over so that she could get astride him. Then she cried with delight as he bounced up tight into her, the water bed helping them. Tom smiled as he pulled the curtain closed, pleased with the comments they had made about the bed.
Though he didn't know it at the time, Tom had just seen Fred on his best behaviour. It was a couple of months later that he saw the worst side of him. He liked cabin six and became a frequent visitor for that particular cabin. Again it was another female that Tom had never seen before and they were lying in the sixty nine position on the bed. Fred was on his back licking her out while she sucked on his erection, when he suddenly grasped her hips and pushed her up as he came up into a sitting position. Here he proved how strong he was by lifting her up by the hips, her mouth still clamped firmly round his prick, raised her up in an upside down position. He did this so quick, the poor girl had no chance with his cock still stuck in her mouth as he held her upside down whilst still on him as she started to gag.
Keep your head well back,' he growled at her, and you won't choke. Just relax your throat.' She had to do just that to be able to breathe. Holding her tight, her legs in the air, he lifted her up and down, using her as a pump on his prick, and by keeping her head back, was able to take the whole length of him deep down into her throat, her nose touching his balls. Tom could see the outline of Fred's prick through the skin of her throat jumping about as he shot his load deep inside.
He then, when finished coming, lifted her off and dropped her onto the bed. The water contained inside acted as a spring and it bounced her clear off and out onto the floor. She sat up, her breasts heaving as she massaged her throat, red in the face from the suffused blood, gasping for air. She crawled to the side of the bed and leaned against the side.
You bastard,' she whispered. You lousy fucking bastard,' her voice croaking.
Without any apparent movement, he gave her a back handed swipe that knocked her back onto the floor, where she now lay but rubbing her face and head now.
`That was great honey, just great, only don't ever call me a bastard. You said that you liked a man that could do things to a woman. Well I just did something that I bet no man has ever done to you before. And what's more, you'd have enjoyed it even better if you had relaxed instead of the soft way of playing about that you were doing earlier.'
Tom got to know that this was true over a period of time, seeing Fred do this to quite a few females. The first time he did this to a girl was always the worst, and yet he'd finish up with the girl's begging for him to do it time and time again.
Delving further into the future in regards to cabin six involving the water bed, led to a slight change, though it was a major one at the time. One of the town's local whores, who worked during the day in the laundry, would occasionally come to the motel with her pick up in tow. The punter had to pay the rent for the session. She was, well let us not say she was really overweight, but she was extremely fat. This weedy looking man had come into the office specifically to book cabin six for the night. Tom could see who he had outside in his car and had no hesitation in charging the special price for that cabin and felt sorry for this small little man. He took the money and handed over the key and soon followed them to slip into the locker to watch how this little runt of a man would cope with the mammoth woman he'd got for the night.
He couldn't have been much over five foot in height and when stripped down, looked like a reject from Belsen. It was the tool that hung down between his legs that astounded Tom. The man was hung like a donkey, and it was unbelievable that a human could have a dong that size. His daily intake of food must have been just to supply that length of flesh that almost hung to his knees. It was thicker than his scrawny forearm.
She was the exact opposite of him. One thigh alone was thicker than his torso and just one breast was bigger than his head. She had undressed and somehow flopped and rolled herself into the middle of the water bed, which for her size, was no mean feat. The bottom sheet had moved and you could see the water through the clear plastic trying to find a new level with her weight displacement, the sides bulging our rather alarmingly as she beckoned to the scrawny thing standing out in the middle of the room.
He had an erection, but so huge was his cock that he didn't have the stomach muscles to be able to hold the thing out in front of him. It still hung down between his legs, stiff and rigid, the huge head almost level with his knees and nearly the same size as his kneecap. He hefted the enormous thing with one hand which would have made any jenny tremble and blush. He managed to get onto the water bed and stood up, trying to steady himself till the water settled down before he placed himself between her small feet.
Yet her small feet and trim ankles surprised Tom, considering the size and weight of her body they had to support, and they were now spread as far apart as she could manage. In spite of the distance between her two spread feet, her body flesh came together about half way up her thighs. The poor man couldn't have seen what he was aiming for as there was a foot thick of flesh to plough through before getting to his goal, but plough he did. He plucked up courage from somewhere, and holding that fleshy stake of a cock, gave a strangled cry and fell forward. The shaft of his tool disappearing between the folds of flesh and must have found his buried target because she gave a heave on the bed and his head disappeared between her massive tits.
He must have found it because she started bucking up and down while she pressed her hands into his lower back so that she didn't bounce him off. He fought and struggled and finally managed to get his hands down and lift his head free, his face bright red as he gasped in a lungful of air before disappearing again into her tits.
Both his knees were planted on her thighs as he could never had straddled her as his arse went up and down like a fiddler's elbow. She was doing her bit too by bouncing up and down as fast as he was.
Whether he shot his load or she had an orgasm, Tom didn't know, because the bed just couldn't take it. With a muted crack, it disintegrated in an explosion of water with the pressures that were being exerted on it. Tom rubbed frantically on the window, trying to remove the water that was obscuring his vision, which of course he couldn't, it all being on the other side. It was a good half minute before the water drained down off the glass for him to see clearly into the room. This was now awash and the woman lay there like a drowned fat white slug, and un-believingly, the little fellow was still pounding away. He must have been unaware of what had happened and it wasn't until he raised his head for more air he saw the sopping face and wet bedraggled hair did he realise that something had happened.
The poor little sod hadn't even felt the bed give way.
Tom laughed so much at the sight of the fellows face that he lost his erection as the fat woman pushed the man off. It took her several rolls on the wet floor before she could get up onto her knees. With her soaking wet hair straggled about her face, her massive arse swaying about and her huge tits brushing the floor, she was a sight to behold. But she still wasn't to be denied as she beckoned the little man over to her. He tentatively approached her, his organ still huge and hot in his hand. With a mouth as big as her arse, opened it and took his cock head in and finished him off.
Tom was ready by the door as they made to leave, standing in a pool of water and expressing dismay at the ruined water bed and damage to the room. The little man stammered out that his watch strap had somehow got caught and ruined the bed. He pulled out his wallet and pushed enough money into Tom's hand that meant that not only could he get the room cleaned, but a better reinforced bed for the cabin. But that was a future event for that particular cabin.
So in his first day of opening, Tom had four cabins occupied. It didn't take long before he got the boss of some local concern booking in for a quickie with his secretary before going home. The cabins let for this purpose was one of the conventional ones, and sometimes could be let up to three times before it became occupied for the night.
He didn't have to advertise for as time went on, it was soon known in the city and he began to get people booking over the phone in the morning to reserve a specific cabin for the night. So within a couple of weeks, he quite often had to switch on the no vacancy sign quite early in the evening.
One night, by six o'clock, two of the ordinary cabins had been booked as well as two of the specials, when George Wrexham phoned. He was a big brawny man and a teacher at the local school. He'd arrived just before Tom finished there, so he knew him. It was a school during the day, but passed itself off as a college in the evenings, generally between five and eight for those wishing to further their education. He taught biology and seemed to take it a step further on the physical side on a one to one basis. He became a regular customer and preferred the glass cabin where he would bring a young female student for further study on the subject. He booked the room, but Tom seldom watched him because the young chicks that he took in there didn't have much experience, but it was sometimes nice to watch his technique.
It was cabin four that was just booking in that interested Tom and would be well worth watching. The one who signed the register as Mary and Jane Thomas, was tall, blonde and had a beautiful round face framed by these wheat coloured locks. She had a very nice figure covered with clothes that looked quite classy. She had asked for a cabin for her and her sister for the night. Tom could see the sister, the names not fooling him, sitting outside in the car, judging her to be as tall but with jet black raven hair, looking just as good as the girl before him.
Are you very close as sisters?' Tom asked. What I mean is, would you like a large bed or two singles. If you are close, or would like to be very close, I have the perfect room that has some tasteful decorations that might appeal to you both.' Her lips parted in a sweet knowing smile showing perfectly formed white teeth.
`Yes, we are very close and a large bed is what we would like, and I'm sure the room you have in mind will be perfect for us.'
She finished signing the book and paid for the room and Tom then escorted her to cabin four and showed her in.
Perfect,' she said, turning to Tom, her eyes having taken in the bed with its phallic end posts. Perfect! We won't stop now, but go into town for dinner and then come back for the night. Thank you,' she said, taking the key from him and going back to her car. Tom returned to the office and watched as the car drove off for them to have dinner and thought that they would be worth waiting for.