This is a work of fiction very, very loosely based on a few facts. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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When I was 21, I was sent to a country town to help out at the branch while a guy was on holidays, and I had been booked in at the old local pub, which only had rooms on the first floor, along with communal toilets and showers. My room was at the end of the hallway, and the rooms had two entrances, one from the hallway, and the other from a verandah, which ran around the top of the courtyard, so that all the rooms were connected by the verandah.
The first night that I got there from work, I turned on the main light, and the small light near the handbasin, and opened the nearby small window and the verandah doors to let some air in, and then went and had a shower. I got into the habit of coming back from a shower, with just a towel around me, and I would dry off and toss the towel away as soon as I got into my room, and just walk around nude, and tonight, being in a strange place, I looked out the window into the courtyard below, and carefully checked out the verandah, while drying my body, and looked at myself in the old, cracked wall mirror. I turned off the lights, before I hopped into bed in the nude. I was pretty tired, because I had been awake for the last 36 hours, and I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I was dreaming... I had to be... I could feel this lovely warmth on my penis, and it seemed to be moving up and down my shaft... but NO... as I slowly returned to semi-consciousness, and revelled in the feeling of the warm mouth and tongue that was doing such a wonderful job on my cock. I realized that one of my hands was already resting on the head of the cocksucker, and I clenched my fingers as though I was doing it in my sleep, and opened my eyes just a little, and saw a blonde head of hair... and smelled a female's perfume. I moved my other hand very slowly and carefully into position, and as I placed it on her head, I bucked my hips and thrust my 9 inch cock up into her mouth, and started to give her mouth the proper fucking it deserved. Of course, she realized that I had woken up, but resolutely continued with her task, and it wasn't long before I shot load after load of my cum into her mouth and down her throat as she greedily swallowed every drop, and kept her face down... and I was asleep again in seconds...
When I woke in the morning, I wasn't sure if that had really happened, or if it had been a very vivid dream, as I hadn't been getting any real sex for a while. Mrs Palmer and her 5 daughters were the only sex that I had enjoyed for a few months, but I do know that I felt refreshed from the much-needed sleep that I'd had, and my cock felt pretty normal, so I crossed my fingers and hoped to meet a sexy blonde at breakfast that would be my willing sexual partner for the next few weeks while I was in town. I was a bit late for breakfast, and I started chatting to Rita, the redheaded cook, who was a nice looking 35 year old 36C busty lady with long legs, and a trim arse.
"I'm sorry I slept in... I was very tired," I said to her.
"Oh, that's alright, Jack," she said. "It's a pity that you missed seeing Kathy. She thinks that you're very handsome," she giggled.
"Is Kathy a blonde?" I asked her hopefully.
No, she's a brunette... why do you ask?"
"Oh, no particular reason," I lied to her. Damn!