I did sales for many years but the owner sold the brokerage and moved on to playing with his grandchildren. I basically one morning was standing on the street corner deciding what to do. I became a security officer in a 4-star hotel resort. It kept me on my feet where before I sat at a desk. I got back into shape pretty quick.
It can be really boring sometimes walking the halls but on one early morning about 2 am I was standing around in the elevator lobby area on the 23 floor exploring the tedium and considering a move to some other interesting job when the elevator door opened and out stepped a very young very pretty girl in a party dress covered in pastel-colored flowers. I as I am implying don't care to much for the job anymore and so am a little free with myself about the building especially in the hotel halls and so I made it perfectly clear to her with my body language and the fact that I rotated my aspect with hers as she strolled by. The dress left off about three inches above the knee and she wore not stockings. The shoulders and arms were bare also with just a one in frilly sleeve scrolling from the front to the back of her shoulder. Her skin was pure white with a slight tan.
"Good morning pretty lady," I said. She smiled, nodded her head and continued along her way. As she turn I noticed two things (well three but my cock getting hard is a given), one, it looked like she wore no panties or at least a thong and two, I spotted the bracelet on her left wrist.
It was familiar, kinda, unique, and different. I remembered the guy last summer, the homeless guy who offered to wash my two cars parked in the driveway at my house. He told me a strange story about young women and girls playing an elaborate game. He said his daughter was caught up in it and that is how he became aware of some of the details. He told me how all the girls wore bracelets that defined their needs according to the color or texture of the special beads that made up the bracelets. He said if one knows how to activate the game the girls become like the boot piece, for example, in the Monopoly game and the boy is the player.
As I say was bored with this job, I didn't care if I lost it or not so I took a chance and said, "what does the blue beads mean?" She stopped and a little smile came to her face but she didn't answer or go she just stood there touching the beads on her bracelet the blue beads. It seemed like forever. I began to wonder why she just stood there and then in a flash I remembered the homeless guy saying "the key that lets you in is a short poem like string of words--butterfly butterfly stay awhile play awhile." I said it softly and directly to her.
Her smile increased and she turned and walked up to me. When she came out of the elevator she was calm but now she seemed all a-shiver, excited, and happy.
"I am so glad you are a player. It has been so long since I have been in play, I thought of cheating but could not, so I have just been waiting and hoping. But that is part of the game you know. The more time between plays increases the need you know. I am like melting butter."
All the time she had been speaking to and touching the bracelet one bead at a time. But after I spoke the waited for key she looked up at me and said, "My need is cum. I give blow jobs to get it or whatever. Please can I have your cum. It has been a very long time since I had some. Can I be your piece in the game?"
"Of course," I said. "Wait her I will see if there is anyone in the linen room. Nearly panting I went into the linen room checked the restroom, "yes, the game is a foot," there was no one in there. I went back, reached out my hand to her, she took it, and I guided her into the small restroom--the door shut and locked I proceeded without hesitation I called my dispatch told them I needed a personal break and then took off my pants. She kneeled on the floor, reached around cupping my ass checks, and started sucking my balls while nuzzling her nose with my dick. I could see her in the mirror, she was one in love with what was to come--cum. In about twenty minutes she had my cock down her throat, one hand was stroking my ass occasionally pointing her fingers all over my anus. Her other hand had manipulated my balls around and around until she had both firmly in hand. As her attention became focused on my cock down her throat the ball hand grip became more and more firm while she massaged them around each other the pleasure turned almost to pain every so often but I didn't want her to stop so I just arched into it.
She said, "don't feed me to soon. The longer I suck you the more you will have for me. I am so selfish; I want all you have--it tastes and smells so delicious and"
When she said "selfish" she blushed very much but she didn't look away. She stared into my eyes and a devilish grin appeared, and then she began rolling my balls around each other. I didn't know if I wanted to yell out in pain or pleasure both were there--instead I arched my back pressing into her hand. She stroked my ass like she was smoothing out a skirt over her own rump. She cupped my ass and licked up the length of what was now her cum dispenser. Twirling her tongue around and around the knob she began to moan and make other little tones and tunes.
She seemed especially skillful from experience or having been taught I don't know but every time I began to feel the orgasm she would let off with the cheeks, tongue, sucking, and begin crushing my balls around each other or she would just let loose with everything and coast a little rubbing thighs or stomach.
Finally, after perhaps an hour she must have felt an urgency of a moment mine or hers I don't know but for me is was mine and I suspect you knew it. She became as a wanton slut working for the payoff knowing it was entirely up to her how much profit you would realize for her effort. Reaching around her back I heard a small zip and her party dress pooled around feet and knees. I was right she had no panties or bra; naked she became crude and very animated with her cock sucking, and ball play.
As the orgasm began she drew my cock from her throat leaving just the knob inside her mouth. I shot a lot.
