My thanks to Steve for providing me the main characters and events of the story. Heâs a real hair lover.
My job at the Stilwell Hotel at Pittsburgh was undoubtedly boring. As a limo chauffer almost always my brief was to drive to the Pittsburgh State University. The Hotel was in a bad shape and I was falling behind in my mortgage. Life was tough ever since Alice left me and getting into brawls wasnât helping my state of mind and neither was my excessive drinking. Only last night I had spent my last few hundred bucks on the two women whom I hit the sack with. They were big Kansas broads and I hardly remember what happened though I do remember the women astounded by the size of my penis.
My cock is indeed large. Itâs about 10 inches long and quite thick and most women gag when they try to give me a blowjob. Even last night the blonde had remarked to her friend âthis bloke is huge. I cant take his outsized pecker in my mouth he will tear it apart. Why donât you suck him offâ? It was the last I heard before dozing off.
I had the late evening shift to pick up John and Jena Mortimer from the airport and get them to the Hotel. I reached the airport in time and lounged around and just before 9 they came out and signaled to me behind the board I was carrying with their name on it. The woman was a stunner. She looked like Demi Moore. She was a brunette with Pamela Andersonâs bust and her tall husband was no less like a movie star himself. I had an instant erection as a stared at her full red lips and for a moment I thought of her lips around my hard cock. She was holding his hand and I swear I though brushing his trouser front.
They got into the stretch limo as I opened the door for Jena. I accidentally brushed against her rubbing my huge penis against her anus as I tried to put her hand baggage into the limo. She spun around and for a moment I thought she would scream at me but she smiled and showed me her beautiful teeth and and better still her cleavage and her buttery breasts. She got into the car and I slid the glass partition as I looked back I saw a huge lump on her husbandâs crotch. I could see that some action was to happen.
Sure enough in a few moments she slid the curtain across but left enough open as I stared back through the rear view mirror. She had a seductive pout and she bent down ad unbuckled John. He was fiddling with her blouse and she raised her arms as he pulled it off. As I turned the ignition key and started to move forward the car spluttered as I saw Jenaâs underarms. She had more hair in her underarms than most women have on their head. Jet-black coarse hair grew in her bushy armpits. She was now sitting with her arms folded behind her head and the gleaming hair in her bushy armpits sprang at you. He had unhooked her bra and I turned around and saw the hairiest woman I had ever seen. Jenaâs armpits were a virtual forest; jet-black hair was growing wild and her untrimmed bushy armpits looked very sexy.