Marilyn hollowed her cheeks and simultaneously swiped her tongue on her mouthful of cock. Her movements got another physical reaction from Willie; she felt a throb and sensed him swelling to a fuller intensity. She took the lead and bobbed her head in a series of long strokes, scraping his corona through her oral membranes from tonsils to lips and back again.
Willie let her demonstrate her flairs but wanted more than a blowjob for this evening's overture. He drew her off his erection and bade her lay on the furry rug. She obliged his wishes, but not before a wink, then peering up with smiling lips, playfully licking them to shininess and holding the tip of her talented tongue between lightly split teeth in a coy look of naughty innocence. She rolled gracefully on her back, maintaining her teasing expression, beckoning him with spread thighs and open welcoming arms.
Willie accepted her invitation. Kneeling between her legs, he surveyed her soft body and dewy pussy folds. She rolled her hips higher and nudged closer to accommodate his stance. He leaned down, pressing his slick knob against the entrance to her womb. He kissed her puffy pink nipples, the pale coloring consistent with her platinum blonde coif and smooth ivory skin. He laid on her chest, compressing the mammary flesh in pillowing cushions for his body. Her clutching arms and legs encircled his slender frame.
Holding his breath for fortitude, he sank with one smooth thrust to the root. Marilyn gave a noticeable wince as her core was stretched by his unitary move. Her face changed to opened eyed wonder and her mouth formed a breath-taking O as she clutched his body, waiting for her own body to adapt to the manly intruder. Willie rested a moment at the bottom, letting her settle her feelings. It was a moment for him to reminisce on past similarities. Images of his many naked conquests shot through his mind like a fast forward movie.
Willie had enjoyed his worldwide appointments, negotiating and securing lucrative contracts in foreign lands. Commercial customs varied among the continents but a recurring theme was the consummation of the deal with an exchange of gifts. In certain sophisticated situations, the deal makers swapped their exotic bedmates.
Willie soon learned to bring a beauty of non-native ethnicity to the culminating meet: buxom blondes to Africa and the Orient, dusky skinned Hispanics to Nordic countries, and mind melting South Asians to the Americas. The exotic potential swap enticed his lust smitten opponent to hurriedly concede terms in Willie's favor. And Willie enjoyed partaking of the wide variety of indigenous pussy availed to him by his hosts. Platinum blonde Marilyn emulated the numerous Nordic deal swaps he had accepted and savored during his career.
His Special Executive Assistants were counseled to further these business building expectations. They readily entertained Willie's newest business partner. Sometimes, Willie felt as though the reciprocal female-in-trade had not received the same thorough instructions. Elegantly dressed for the glamorous business meeting, feeling an equal standing with her executive colleagues, she would patronizingly escort Willie to his guest suite as directed.
When Willie presumed his manly prerogatives, plucking her dress fasteners without any semblance of an invitation, his soon-to-be fuck-toy might skitter away, even trying to escape out the locked door. Willie simply persisted and conquered her willfulness, even if the dark activities might be considered rape. He left it to his host to handle the aftermath; after all, it was his host's failure to completely inform his stunned employee of her actual status in the transaction that was the root-cause the scene.
The fire's warm glow on his back, the warm snuggle of Marilyn's nubile womb on his hardened prick and her sweet-scented bedtime whispers in his ear brought back Willie's tranquil cognizance. Indeed, Marilyn was the perfect willing receptacle awaiting his love. His bloated balls surged with week-old boiling sperm and ached to release their pressure. Willie's libido got the internal memo that it was time to get to work.
He slipped his hands beneath her hips and gripped two handfuls of Marilyn's luscious ass. His unsupported torso pressed harder on her boobs. He raised his hips, drawing his cock knob back to just inside her nether lips. The following strokes were purposefully irregular. Her tits rolled under his full body lunges.
Willie liked to maintain control through unpredictability and the erratic plunges kept his fuck-mate off guard. Two quick long dunks, a couple of shallow shuffles and a clitoris jarring deep ram built Willie's macho ego and his sensual delight. Marilyn stoically withstood the unforeseen vigor of her elder guest. Unable to follow the varied tempo, she simply hugged him tight with arm, leg and vaginal muscles and acceded to his dominance.
Willie felt her clenches on his cock and reveled in his supremacy over her body and soul. His cock throbbed with sensations. His self-imposed dry spell limited his orgasmic restraint and he finally arched his back into a classic up-dog pose and howled his voluminous cum into Marilyn's cuddling cunt.
Attentive to extending her man's pleasure as much as possible, she smoothed her palms around his trembling taut back and crossed her ankles behind his juddering legs. Her soft thighs twitched on his waist as she cooed him down from passion's zenith. He collapsed to crush her breasts again and panted back to reality in her arms.
With his stress relieved and his verve revived, Marilyn shuffled weary Willie to the suite's large bed. She tenderly tucked him into the blanket folds and nestled her soft naked loveliness against his recovering body until he dozed off into slumber. Later in the night, she was fondled awake to accommodate his masculine demands. She saddled up and straddled his hips, tenderly tucking him into her vaginal folds. She nestled her succulence around his re-engorged cock until he dribbled into her womb from his shrinking stash of spunk.
Snoozing and cuddling until dawn, she recognized that Willie was just barely good for one more round. She reinitiated her practiced oral skills as he lounged relaxed on his back. This time, he didn't stop her when she intermittently tongue tip tickled the spot under his knob. He wasn't as full of energy as when they had first met. He welcomed the extra special stimulation, letting Marilyn control her selection of stimuli on his manhood. As his passion rose, he kept his hands tightly gripped on his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut, huffing his way upward to the peak. He arched his back and howled out as her caressing mouth extracted his final reserve of cum. Sliding the goo down her throat, Marilyn was satisfied that she had drained Willie of the last bits of his waning ardor.
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Whitney had not been idle during Marilyn's night of providing cozy comforts. She had fulfilled her own snow bunny responsibilities to the ski resort's favored elite clientele.
The athletic young man had been waiting for her in Bondage Suite A when she arrived in her customary costume. She wore her red leather cup-less corset with suspender-fastened dark hose and elbow length black velvet opera gloves. Her spiked heels and scalp hugging hair, clenched in a swinging ponytail, gave her a serious look of menace. Her smoky eye makeup complimented exposed nipples with disk enlarging dark mascara. Tonight's playmate was wide-eyed at her theatrical entrance. Wide eyed was all he could manage under the circumstances.
The lucky college senior had announced his engagement to the school's most eligible bachelorette and accepted his fraternity brothers' invitation to a celebratory bachelor weekend. The boisterous buddies had slalomed the slopes all that day. He was good natured at dinner during the toasts and roasts. The drugged liquor hit him harder than usual and his next clear thoughts found him here in the bondage suite: naked, trussed and shackled spread-eagle in a wooden box frame.
Whitney stood just inside the door, letting her BSDM guest get a surprise eye-full of wonder and angst. She waited until he performed the usual reaction; he shook his fastenings at wrist and ankle, testing their resilience, confirming that he was her captive, open and vulnerable to her whims.
Whitney closed the door, activating the overly loud locking device, the booming sound adding to the frat boy's feeling of vulnerability. She slowly walked the side wall, curiously perusing and fingering the assortment of flogging devices hanging on their hooks. She tossed a few on a bench beside the box frame. The man saw her chosen subset of punishers and jerked on his bonds with renewed but unsuccessful vigor.
She belittled his fruitless efforts with a calm confident voice. "It won't do you any good."
She took a flexible switch from the selected pile on the bench and snapped it against her gloved palm, testing its cracking noise. She winced and shook her hand to ease the sting. She extended the slender rod and used the tool to elevate the man's tumescent penis.
Whitney had been told by the previous captives that, at this point, the male experienced an accompanying buzz in his scrotum. Her current captive's eyes widened as he looked fearfully at his groin, a reaction similar to his predecessors. She knew he was tensing up in fear, expecting her to flog his exposed cock and balls. She was amused to be considered that cruel; a TWA graduate like Whitney would never harm an alpha male like the one currently in her control.
However, she understood that a threat of pain could intensify the overwrought male's looming orgasm. She quickly palm smacked the man's ass once to keep his fear on edge. Then she used the rod to gently elevate his balls, less available now that the sack was contracted with fear. The touch worked; his cock got fuller and was standing almost level in front of him. He pleaded for understanding.
"Please... What do you want? What did I do to deserve this?"
Whitney pressed a finger to his lips, a sign for silence. She took his prick in her velveteen fist and slowly stroked the meat to greater life. She squatted on her heels, looking squarely at the fleshy rod oscillating in her gloved palm. She halted the strokes and kissed the penile tip. It jerked in her hand.
