Thanks to rexbrookdale for editing this chapter.
It took me nearly 45 minutes in the shower to feel clean again after last night's madness. Perhaps it was the liquor, or my not having had a good fuck in such a long time that made me act the way I did; but ultimately my behavior didn't bother me at all.
I had just enjoyed it so much, and wanted it to happen again, and soon. Thinking back, I realized that seeing his huge cock pop up when he had risen up out of the water to get himself a drink, was the catalyst for my acting like a total slut. And who was I to complain? I was not working today, had no classes scheduled either, and was leaving with R12000 in my pocket. Deep down, I felt like I should be the one paying him for the sex.
It was about 3 o'clock when I left the hotel: no early morning walk of shame for me. I took a taxi to a mall, to go check out a few dresses at a boutique and found a lovely little black dress that showed lots of leg, but wasn't so short that it made me look slutty or anything. Next I got myself a nice pair of open-toed heels that made me stand a little bit taller and look very mature for my age. Lastly I bought a black lace thong; its matching push-up bra made my C-cup tits seem even larger, more appetizing for Jeff, that is.
As I left the mall at about five I received a text from that horse-cocked stud, telling me to be at his room at six and that dinner would start at 8. I immediately replied, telling him I wouldn't be late. I sensed he had something planned he wasn't telling me about, and I didn't care; just as long as he planned to fuck me with that dick I didn't care what else he had in store for me.
At 5:55 I arrived at the hotel room door, still in my normal clothes. I had figured I better dress over here. My hand was raised to knock when he opened the door. He was only dressed in his pants; I reached up to kiss him, and he bent down to meet me halfway.
"I was just about to take a shower, care to join me?" he asked.
Without saying anything I just removed my clothes: first my top, revealing my flat stomach and curvy boobs covered in a polka-dotted white bra, which I unhooked to reveal my now-erect darkish nipples. When I ran my hands over them, I felt a tingling sensation in my pussy. I needed to be fucked, and it would only be a matter of time before I got what I needed.
The fact that he was jerking off in front of me was a good sign. I turned around and unbuttoned my denim jeans, revealing my round, panty-less ass, the sight of which I knew he would like as he had really enjoyed smacking it the night before; in fact it was still a little red, and I was sure he would get a kick out of seeing the marks he had left.
By the time I had turned around to show him my hairy little pussy that was already soaking wet, his cock was dripping pre-cum as well.
"Mind if I have a little taste before the main course?" I asked, dropping to my knees and placing his hands around his cock.
"Fuck yes, suck my balls while you're doing that, you dirty slut."
Those words did something to me; I knew I had to please this man.... Had to please this cock, as he pushed my mouth toward his grey, hairy, humongous balls. I continued to jerk him off with all of my energy using his pre-cum to make his cock as slick as I could and a few minutes later had both his balls in my mouth.
"Oh, fuck it bitch, I'm gonna blow my load if you go on like this; ah ... ahhhhh, fuck," he screamed as he pulled my head back, his wet ball sack popping out of my mouth. He came with a huge groan that I'm sure the entire hotel could've heard.
"Ahhhhh, fuck yes, you fucking slut ... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," he shouted, as one hand pulled my head back by my hair, and the other he placed over mine on his cock, aiming it toward my face.
The first spurt hit me square on my nose; I'm sure some of it actually went up inside because I could taste it after that one, and then the second, third, and fourth spurts hit everywhere from my forehead to across my cheeks; even my neck and tits were covered in jism. The last couple of drops I had the honor of sucking out of his dick.
"You liked that, slut?" he asked.
"I love your cum," I said.
"Why don't you go take a look at how you look, and then you decide if you love my cum or not," he said, guiding me to the mirror in the bathroom.
I was a complete mess; I never knew a man could come that much; I didn't even recognize myself under the white mask.
"So? What do you think? A masterpiece isn't it, still love it?" he asked while standing behind me, his semi-stiff dick in my ass crack, grinding against me.
"I still do, let me show you how much," I said, as I'm sure what I did next shocked even him.
I turned around, now facing him, and pushed myself up on top of the bathroom counter. Then I started scooping up all of his cum, proceeding to feed myself. First my cheeks, followed by my nose, and forehead.
"Mmmmm, so salty and yet so sweet, baby," I said, scooping the last bit off of my chin and neck. Jeff's cock was fully erect as I licked what was left from my boobs.
I sat back and spread my legs on the counter, revealing my now very juicy, slick pussy to him.
He took that as his cue.
"Ahh fuck yes," I screamed as he inserted his cockhead into my tight wet pussy; this alone was enough to give me my first of many orgasms that night. As he rapidly inserted seven more inches, I came again. He picked me up, hooking his arms underneath the joints of my knees, heading toward the shower with his dick fully impaling my pussy balls-deep. I had never felt so full. Somehow, he managed to turn the tap and we entered the shower. The water felt really good on my skin. With my neck around his shoulders I reached up and gave him a little kiss, then whispered.
"Thirty minutes before we have to be at dinner, fuck me fast and fuck me hard with that cock of yours."
The next twenty minutes or so was a blur, as he put my pussy to good use, showing no mercy, with all thirteen inches of his cock impaled in me while he stood and made gravity do the work; then he bent me over and fucked me full-force doggy style, until he finally came inside of my pussy. Cum dribbled out and ran down my thighs along with the water of the shower.
"That was awesome slut; hope you're ready for more, later. It's going to be a long night ahead for you."
I wasn't sure if I would be able to handle much more later that night, but it was to be Jeff's last night in town, and I wanted it to be one that I would never forget so I said,
"Sure stud, anything you want, you get. Anything. I'm all yours tonight."
We quickly got dressed, as I brushed my hair and tied it in ponytail. I put my black lingerie on and slipped my dress on, the only make-up I needed was cherry-red lipstick, just to compliment my fresh face. I put the heels on and immediately felt sexy.
"Damn, babe, you look amazing," Jeff commented.
If he hadn't pumped me full of cum a few minutes ago, I'm sure I would've blushed.
"Thanks stud, remember what I said: it's all yours tonight." I blew him a naughty kiss.
On our way to the restaurant, he filled me in: the gentlemen meeting us for dinner were new partners from a merger of five communications companies, most of which were based in Johannesburg. This was their last night in Cape Town.
We arrived, and shortly the four joined us. I took time chatting to each of the men at the table. I found them friendly and very accommodating. They all agreed that I looked like a million bucks, and told me to consider a profession in modeling. I just laughed it off.
The youngest was named Jason; he was in his late 30s, recently married to a younger woman. He was very flirtatious, telling me that where he was from the coloured girls don't look this good. We talked about my studies and his days as a pro rugby player; he definitely still had the build.
The second was a black man in his 40's, tall and muscular. His name was Moses, and he had two wives, and seven children. In his culture, if you can afford two wives, he said, you could have two wives.
We were drinking and I was getting a little tipsy, so I asked, "Does that mean you're able to satisfy both of them in bed as well?"
He laughed, telling me in his thick African accent, "With a package like mine, I can satisfy ten women in one night." That statement combined with the booze made me a little horny.
The next guy was also a black man. He was well into his fifties, and everyone called him Chief. He didn't say much, but I noticed him checking out my cleavage as he poured me more wine. He was the biggest of them all, and scared me the most; yet he had a commanding presence about him that I found alluring.
Last but not least was the oldest member of the group, Norman; he was completely grey and at first I wondered if he should have been in a nursing home somewhere. It was actually his birthday and they where celebrating that as well. Norman had turned 79, a full 60 years my senior. He told me that his work was the only thing that was keeping him up and running. He's what everyone calls a true workaholic; it's the only thing he's focused on since his wife died eight years ago, and all of his children had moved overseas. I could tell that he was a good man. He was still quite handsome, and didn't seem to be out of shape or sick in any way.
We all ordered dinner. I didn't have much to eat, thanks to the large helping of cum Jeff had served me earlier. The drinks kept on coming. After a while, we were all chatting like a bunch of old friends. Even Chief lightened up a little. We all decided to hit the bars after we left the restaurant, but after the first drink Norman called it a night.
"Gents, I'm going to say cheers to all of you, and you too young lady," he said, kissing my hand.
