Cincinnati

3,012 words 12-minute read

Author's Note: If, for some reason, you feel offended by sexual stories, then I don't know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. This paragraph was stolen.

Dale was always an exhibitionist, and he knew it. He had a tailor at home who loved to fit his trousers, and she knew exactly how to allow him to display his manhood, stylishly and discretely. She would make sure through the final fitting stage to see his erect cock inside his pants. She was a former Marine, and had been altering men's uniforms for over thirty years.

When Pet allowed him to sluice her vagina with her own hand, he decided to impale her in front of the suite's floor-to-ceiling windows.

However, Pet had a plan of her own, and when she realized she was going to get to suck his cock, she pushed the send button on her pager to summon Harmony.

When the suite door opened, Dale was almost six inches down Pet's throat.

Pet said, "Get over here, Harmony. This is the best-tasting salmon fisherman I have ever sucked. I want you to taste him and then kiss me, I have missed you today."

Harmony was quick to swallow Dale's cock, and then kissing Pet, she said, "Pet, I almost got this cock when I was up here earlier. But I remembered what you'd said, so I waited for your call. God damn, Pet, look at this beauty."

Harmony's hand was wrapped around Dale's cock and her lips were about to slip over the tip, when Pet said, "Harmony, bend over."

When Harmony had grabbed her heels, Pet leaned into her and began to eat her commando ass under the little cocktail waitress skirt. Dale was being stroked and sucked by Harmony, who was having her ass cleaned by Pet.

Dale suddenly realized that the two women were more interested in fucking each other than in fucking him, so he cooly slipped back in the dining room chair, watching the two women he didn't know three hours ago join in kissing, fingering, and feeling each other.

Pet had Harmony on her back on the dining room table before very long and pointed to Dale and her pussy as she bent over the table to suck on Harmony's crotch.

The three of them went at each other, eventually Dale could not, nor did he want to stop himself from cumming, and announced, "Ladies, I am going to come!"

Harmony and Pet as though acting out a rehearsed response, each placed their mouths on the side of his cock's crown and smeared the flowing and pulsing cum from the slit over their faces, stroking him with their hands, lips, and tongue. The cum was spread from their mouths, up into their hair, and on their bodies. They began to lick him clean, and caused him to continue to cum a second time.

Then they began to lick each other clean, which of course ended in a mutual cunnilingus as Dale watched and stroked his still erect cock.

When the hour approached the evening, Dale and the two women took a group groping shower together. Dale had a penchant for sucking on outer labia. While the women were busy kissing and snogging, Dale was on his back on the shower floor while the two women were squatting and sliding their pussies forward and back across Dale's mouth, allowing him to eat them both.

There were two women with one man. The women were pleasuring each other, while Dale pleasured them both. Eventually, they slid down and buried his cock in themselves and fucked him cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl until he came again.

The shower had lasted about thirty minutes.

Don't you love the unlimited showers available when in a hotel or motel?

The banquet and President's message were about an hour and a half away, so the two women dressed again, only both were commando as the door closed, Dale realized there were two bras and one pair of panties on the floor of the dining room.

He dressed while sucking on the crotch of those panties, and knew from that treat from Pet that he was going to have lots of pussy while in Cincinnati. Harmony had been shaved clear except for a tuft of hair that appeared to have never been shaved below her clitoris on both outer labia. Hairy labia was a magic turn-on for him, and he wondered if a woman was shaved, yet hairy where he liked it, almost with every woman he met.

Not published in his newsletter columns was the value of his cock in his record sales totals. The trousers he'd brought on this trip were convenient in that the tailor had sewn him an inner pocket opening that allows access to his crotch from the front trouser pockets. All of his trousers and shorts were now equipped with those 'handy' pockets.

Dale didn't even own a pair of underwear. Except for a nine-inch long schlong pocket sewn onto the zipper placket so he could stand his erect cock up and bulge his zipper forward enough to draw everyone's eye.

He had been wearing trousers with the pocket on sales calls, and had managed to create an add-on 'Schlong Pocket' aftermarket to add to other trousers. He made arrangements to have them embroidered for seven cents apiece and sold them to his customers as a side sale.

Interestingly, they were a hit and sales took off. He was able to sell the rights to manufacture them, retaining a commission for life of three percent of the commission of every sale.

The sales company met at 6:30 for the social gathering, open bar, and light background music. All of those present from the company headquarters staff were celebrating the event in clothing they wouldn't wear for work. Many were wearing brief and scanty attire, the most common was a bare midriff look. Harmony's dress was a little black skin-tight, ass-hugging, cleavage-revealing dress, accented by a single string of pearls swinging in front of her pointed tits and nipples as she visited and drank a lot of Scotch neat.

Pet was dressed in a split up the thigh directly in front, ankle length, black, mesh dress. It was strapless, allowing her large breasts to wobble and shake as she moved through the room, greeting as many staff employees as she could. She was cruising for sex and was not exactly sure what sex she wanted. She had hoped for an early suck or fuck, but the alcohol she'd had in Dale's suite had gotten in front of her inhibitions, consequently she was fading rapidly.

Dale saw her, detected her fade, and rescued her with a walk around the room, out into the lawn in back of the hotel, and sat her on a bench secluded from the view of the ballroom occupants. He knew she had an important speech to deliver and helped her sober up enough hopefully for her to pull off the delivery and not have her drunken condition compromise her message.

After sitting in fresh air for a half an hour, Dale hoped she was recovered enough, and they returned to the banquet as the call to be seated was heralded.

Harmony was seated at a table in the front of the head table, with her back to the front of the room. As she ate dinner, she realized that she had to pee and rose to go to the Lady's Room. Dale saw her leave. He caught up with her at the Lady's Room door, held her arm, then steered her to the utility closet between the Men's and Lady's, closing the door behind them, turning the lock, and saying, "After dinner, please join a few of us in my suite."

"Oooh, sounds like a good idea, I'll be there."

They kissed, he pulled her dress up and sucked and bit her breasts, leaving a small, but dark hickey just above the edge of the material of her dress covering her left breast. It looked angry, bright, and prominent.

Harmony said, "What will I tell people?"

"Dale kissed me," he said.

"Fuck, you are hot, Dale. I look forward to the end of this charade-party. I know of thirteen women who will come up to pull a train for you tonight. I had seventeen lined up, but husband's jealousy, religious reasons, and menstrual cycles took their toll. Is there a time I can plan to have them come to you? They all want to come up together and make it a sexual event they can always look back upon with a smile.  Are you up to getting thirteen women to suck you, in turn, all at one time?"

"If you agree, I have offered one hundred dollars to each of them that doesn't cause you to cum. I figure if they can suck you for two minutes, they will earn the money. If they can keep you from cumming, they can each earn a hundred each time you don't cum. I figure it will take fifteen to twenty suckings for two minutes, so I placed myself as third in the line-up. I think that position will get to swallow the cum, and I look forward to the taste again."

The awards were routine, the speeches not motivational, and the two other previous recipients of my award were explained. The banquet adjourned to a Souza march played in the background. The sprightly music raised the rather lethargic gathering after the awards and ceremony boredom.

After a few minutes of Souza, the dance band broke into a waltz. Dale grabbed the MC, who was a Colonel at the local US Air Force base, and invited her to dance. She was wearing a black pantsuit that was tailored and skin-hugging in all the right places.

They waltzed, three or four tunes, then danced a two-step after which we were familiar with the wonderful fit of our bodies together. She constantly when possible rubbed his cock and punched his groin in body bumps as their dancing became almost nasty.

He was behaving himself, realizing this Colonel was turned on and ready to be fucked, eaten, or both. He suggested they take a walk, and as they left the ballroom, Pet and Harmony, along with nine other women traipsed along to his top floor suite.

At the door to his room, he peeled off his clothes, sat in the entry chair, and after all of them were in the suite, he said, "I have never done this before. Eating pussy is my absolute favorite thing to do. Who is first? I would like to sixty-nine with each of you. So sort yourselves out into some order, and whoever is first; no, on second thought, I want all of you to remove your skirts, dresses, and to do whatever you need so I can see, touch and know your vagina."

"Who is first? I want your name and what you do at our headquarters office. Then I want you to sit on my face reverse cowgirl, and then for two minutes, we will attempt to come together at the two-minute time limit. If I do not come in the two minutes, you go back to the line to do it again. Each of you will receive one hundred dollars each time I do not cum in your mouth, and whoever finally makes and eats me as I cum will win a three hundred dollar winner's cash prize."

Elizabeth, a black haired, black secretary to the National Sales Manager was first. She obviously was single, had little cock sucking experience, and was never in danger of him coming as our two minutes expired. She had a sweet flavor and a scent of musk that was delightful.

Margaret was next, a tiny blonde, with no tits, but a talent for sucking cock. She also knew how to make his eating her pussy a pleasure for both of them. She was slipping and sliding her crotch, from her ass to her clit, all over his mouth and face. He nearly came, but the two minutes expired as he was about to announce that he was going to cum. She got up at the time limit to be replaced by Pet.

He was very near cumming when, first off, Pet French kissed him with a kiss that reinforced the hardness of his cock. She then said. "I have been wet for three weeks, Dale. When my husband asked if I was interested in you as a man, I nearly fainted, but surprised my husband with my answer. I had to tell him after the second night that I wouldn't have sex with him."

"He was happy for the three weeks that I masturbated while he watched. He had never eaten my ass before these three weeks, nor had he ever left a hickey anywhere on me."

"So, I want you, Dale, to mark me with hickeys on my pussy, ass cheeks, on neck, and above the nipple of each breast, so they will show with the little black dress I wore tonight. I want to go home Sunday night sexually violated and marked so I can have my husband reclaim me, his woman. I've never been a slut until, well, anyway, I hope this weekend. I am in room 404 and am available 24/7 for your pleasure."

Pet spent only thirty seconds sucking him since she almost talked through her two minutes.

Connie, a BBW, was next. She didn't fool around, and had Dale on his back in a sixty-nine during which at more than one point, he was struggling for air. Her pussy was fat, soft, swollen, extremely hairy, and soaking wet when she smooshed his nose with her clitoris. As she finished, she slipped back to his mouth and licked his face clear of all of the sex from the others and herself.

Following Connie was a skinny, bedraggled appearing woman with a limp and coke bottle bottom lenses in her glasses, named Angel. She was dressed the least of them all, and was the least attractive and among the youngest women standing bottomless around the bed. She said she was a champion cock sucker, but fell short at two minutes.

Lynn was barely nineteen, and barely old enough to be drinking at a private party, but she had consumed a large pitcher of gin and tonics, so with her frail, skinny body, she was sloppy drunk. She asked to lie down, so Dale got up. Lynn rolled over to where he stood beside the bed and slipped his cock between her thin lips until she was pulling his pubic hair up to her nose. She did her damnedest to get the prize, but she too wasn't up to the task of causing Dale to cum.

Jan was next. She said she was the treasurer for the outside sales teams. That meant nothing to Dale. He noticed a birthmark under her left eye and wanted so much to kiss her there. They spent the two minutes kissing mouth to mouth. When they pulled apart, Harmony said, "You two will need a room. Damn, woman you fucking nearly swallowed him. What a kiss!"

Karen, a spitting image of Dale's first wife's figure; but, of course he couldn't see her chest, so he reached under her dress, pushing it above her breasts while she sucked his cock, which by now was flowing pre-cum like a faucet. She wasted a lot of time smooching along the sides the length of his cock, and didn't do a thing to arouse him further. When she was out of time, she told Dale, "That is the most cock I have ever seen. Do you think it will fit in me?"

"Eat me, Dale. Bite me, suck me, fuck me. I told my husband that I was coming tonight to have sex with someone, anyone, because he is bi or gay and doesn't fuck me anymore. He asked only that I take a picture to prove to him that I can get someone else to fuck me. But, I am happy for a good tongue licking right now. A good hard fucking is what I need, however."

Karen yammered on for the full two minutes, squeezing Dale's cock as she moved away.

Beth was spectacularly beautiful. Isn't there always one of them at a party? She had brown with highlights of white hair, an average-looking figure, and a smile for Dale that oozed sex. She took his cock all the way into her throat and began a swallowing motion in her throat that Dale couldn't withdraw from. Beth collected the three hundred dollars for her success.

Harmony was next, and since Dale had cum, all of the ladies were after his cum, licking everywhere it had landed. Without asking, she straddled Dale's hips and lowered her pussy over his slimy cock. She shuffled up and down on his cock, moaning and declaring Beth the winner of the three hundred dollar prize.

She rode until she came, and then picked up a shot glass filled with toothpicks, broke them off shorter than the others and said, "The short straw gets the hard cock next. Long straw gets to clean up Dale after the short straw comes on his cock. Then the next longest straw follows her, and so on, until he can take no more or until you have all had as much sex as you want.

Karen finished, "I am in room 406 and am interested and available to eat pussy 24/7 this entire weekend.

Their party went on until 6 am when Harmony said, "Everyone, time to get a shower. I will tell you what happens later tonight, at dinner."

Everyone waltzed playfully through the shower, playing grab-ass, smooching, and being nastier than any of them anticipated. But, each had been secretly wanting it to happen in some resemblance of what actually happened.