(All People involved are 18 +)
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lisa. The story I am about to tell you is mostly true, but certain names have been changed to protect the not so innocent."
(My body measurements
is 36-23-35. I have had a few steady boyfriends. I have had lots of sex. I have sucked a few cocks, but nothing truly satisfies me like money. I live for it. I worship it. I can never have enough of it, and I will do practically ANYTHING for it. My parents divorced years ago. I currently get money sent to me every week by my rich Daddy in Florida. My mother works cleaning various handicapped people's houses for them. I've tried working a few odd jobs, but let's face it. When you're as young and hot as I am, and you're living off your Daddy's money...why bother?"
"My story begins like this..."
(I have come up from Florida with Wayne. The eighteen-year-old son of a friend. He needed a ride to Pennsylvania to see his uncle. We arrive at a hotel called Busty's Bar and Grill. We're in the room at night, laying side by side on my bed watching a funny romance movie. The guy puts his hand on the girl's leg. They lean towards one another and kiss.)
"Damn....how can you watch this sickening shit, Lisa?"
"What do you mean? That was beautiful!"
"Aww...c'mon. You could tell by the way they kissed, that it was totally fake. They couldn't stand to be near one another."
"You're full of it. What the hell do you know about kissing? You're only eighteen."
"I'll have you know that my girlfriend thinks I'm a great kisser."
(Laughs)"Right...whatever."
"I could prove it to you if you want?"
"What do you mean?"
(Wayne moves closer to Lisa.)
"Kiss me."
(Laughs)"You're crazy! I'm not kissing an eighteen-year-old kid!"
(Shrugs)"Suit yourself. Not my fault you're afraid of being proved wrong."
"I'm not wrong. The kiss in that movie wasn't fake. It was beautiful."
"Okay. Then let's kiss... and I'll show you the difference."
"I'm not kissing you!"
"Yeah. Because you're chicken shit."
"I am not!"
"Prove it. Kiss me."
(Lisa hesitates... then their lips touch softly. Mark slips his left hand behind Lisa's head. He pulls her full pouty lips tight against his. Lisa moans against his cheek.)
"Damn... you are a great kisser."
(They continue to kiss. Wayne slides his hand across Lisa's waist. His hand comes up as he squeezes her breast. Lisa gasps.)
"Hey! I didn't say you could touch my breast!"
"In the movie. The guy touched the girl."
"He grabbed her knee! Not her breast!"
"Maybe he has poor eyesight."
(Lisa laughs. They continue to kiss as they remove each other's clothes. He squeezes her breasts as he sucks on her nipples. He spreads her legs open wide. Lisa moans as he pushes into her. They kiss some more.)
"I've been wanting to fuck you the whole way up from Florida, Lisa."
"Then why didn't you tell me? I wanted to fuck you too."
(Wayne begins thrusting into her.)
"And don't worry. My girlfriend knows we're fucking one another."
"What do you mean? How would she know?"
"Because... in my opinion. I'm fucking my one and only girlfriend right now."
"Oh Wayne!"
(They continue to kiss and fuck thru the night. He pumps his load between her breasts. The next day he gets arrested for underage drinking and attempted robbery at a liquor store. His Uncle bails him out and takes him to his house. A week later...)
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"Howdy, my name is Mark. I work as the maintenance guy at the hotel of Busty's Bar and Grill. Now you may think with a name like that, busty gals would be plentiful in our bar every night. Well...there are a few but most of them are either stuck-up...conceited...only interested in guys with money and fancy rides...or they're married or got boyfriends. Which means I usually strike out... allot. It wasn't until near the end of June one year, when a young gal come to stay with us for a while from Florida. She seemed to be eighteen in my opinion, but her license said twenty-two."
(She wasted no time cozying up to the local guys at the bar. She loved to talk. She loved to drink. She'd often rub herself against one guy after another, and they'd buy her as many drinks as her heart desired, in exchange for a kiss and a squeeze on her big boobs.)
(Sometimes she'd pass out at the bar, and they'd leave her alone until she awoke. The owner soon got tired of that... and since I was the maintenance guy and had a spare key for everything... it soon became my responsibility to help her back to her room. This wasn't as fun as it may sound. She stayed at the very last room, which was farthest from the bar. Sometimes I'd help her walk there. More often I had to carry her. The next day she'd awake around lunch time and be right back up at the bar again. This continued for a few months. Her and her older boyfriend argued allot about it. She'd cuss him out, bad mouth him and his family. Then act all nice to him whenever she needed money. Needless to say, he stopped coming around. One night... it was a slow night at the bar. It was raining hard; wind was blowing fierce. She comes rushing into the bar soaking wet. She looks around and frowns as she notices only three people at the bar. She takes a bar stool next to me.)
"Hi. I'm Lisa."
"Mark."
"Slow night?"
"Yeah. It seems that way."
"Aren't you the guy who's been carrying me back to my room at night?"
"Yes."
"Thanks. Normally my boyfriend carries me back... but he hasn't been around lately. I don't know why. I haven't done anything wrong."
"Maybe... he dis-approves of your drinking."
"Yeah. He's said as much. So, I like to drink. I like to kiss. I'm not hurting anyone."
'Except him.' I think.
"Buy me some lunch? I missed breakfast."
"Sure."
(We sit at a table and eat.)
"You don't act like the other guys around here. They're always kissing me and squeezing my 36D breasts. Don't you find me attractive?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to kiss me?"
"Maybe someday."
"Do you think I got big boobs?"
"Yes."
"Don't you want to lick and suck on them? You'd like to fuck me someday... wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
"Maybe someday that'll happen, baby... but for now. I have a boyfriend."
(She wipes her mouth and gets up from the table. She kisses my cheek.)
"Thanks for the food, baby."
(She walks over towards the bar to where two other guys just came in. She flirts with them for a while until they buy her some Jello shots. Mark shakes his head and goes to work. The next few days...he sees Lisa flirting with guys at the pool.)
(They say hello and talk for a while. A week goes by, and Mark continues carrying Lisa back to her hotel room every night. One afternoon...he gets a call. He shows up at Lisa's room with his tool bag. He knocks on the door. Lisa opens the door.)
"You call for a Maintenance guy?"
"It's about time you got here! My shower's leaking!"
(Mark goes in to fix the leaky shower head. Lisa stands close near him and watches. She films him on her phone. Then laughs about it. Mark's cock hardens at the site of her big boobs. He wanted to pull her bath robe off and lick and suck on them. Lisa notices his eyes on her.)
