"Teaser in torment" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kellerman John)

CHAPTER SEVEN

No one in the hotel lobby paid me any mind. I picked up a card from my father at the desk. He was to arrive that afternoon and then we'd fly back home. I felt a wave of relief. I'd gotten back just under the wire. I lugged the briefcase to the elevators and waited for one to come. I was free, it was as if nothing had ever happened to me. But – oh, God – a lot sure had! In fact the first thing I wanted to do was to look at those photographs in the privacy of my room. I'd had a couple of opportunities to get rid of them, to destroy them. But something had made me pause. I couldn't resist having one last peek.

The elevator came. I wasn't paying any attention to the operator until we were almost to my floor. Then I saw the way he was leering at my bare legs. I grasped the briefcase tighter and got out. I had just turned the key in the lock when I heard the footsteps, felt the hand cover my mouth.

"Inside and don't make a sound!"

He pushed me into the room and closed the door and locked it. I backed into a chair, still clutching the briefcase. I had a feeling I knew what this one was up to.

"Chris and Scott told me that if I asked you politely, you'd give me that briefcase." He stood, legs apart, pounding a fist into his palm. "If you don't give it to me, I'm supposed to forget about being polite."

I shook my head. Why hadn't I burned everything in it when I'd had the chance? This guy looked mean. He was broad through the shoulders, young, good-looking. He had light-brown hair curling over his ears and a tattoo on his wrist. He took off his uniform jacket and tossed it over the back of the sofa.

"Gimmee," he ordered, coming at me.

"You go to hell!"

A thousand things streaked through my mind. I guess I was trying to remember everything I'd learned the past few days. There had to be a way to outsmart this.

"Maybe we could make a trade," I breathed, fluttering my lashes just enough to sidetrack his thoughts. I stood up, pushed the briefcase into the chair behind. "See, I'm kinda… horny."

I reddened from the neck up. I didn't have to act. I was embarrassed at my come-on. But I could see it was working.

"Yeah?"

"A girl gets lonely when she's on vacation with her father. I mean, I can't swing like I really like to in a hotel. Everybody is so… busy."

I put a hand on his shirt. Slowly, ever so slowly, I let my other hand sneak down his belly, down over his hip. And then I felt it, felt the rigid, swollen meat that was shoving out the front of his slacks.

The bellhop's breathing changed. He swallowed, swallowed again. I let my fingernails scratch along the material that covered his cock-head. Then shyly I pinched the zipper and began to inch it down. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me close.

"Do you know what's in that briefcase?" I asked, letting my chin touch his cheek.

"Nope. The just gave me a chunk of money to get it…" He grabbed my shoulders roughly and shoved me back. "Hey, how come all the questions? You'd better let me have that."

"Wait!" I said.

I had his zipper all the way down now. My small hand fit easily inside his pants. I stretched the elastic of his underwear down and circled my fingers around the shaft. His cock was hot and stiff and trying to get stiffer. I straightened the damp cock and pulled it out of his clothing. Then slowly I began to jack his rod.

"Would you like to see what's really in that briefcase?" I whispered, letting my lashes devastate his resistance. "It's something you'd never believe."

"I'm just supposed to get the briefcase…" His eyes flicked. He was having a hard time regulating his breathing. I squeezed just behind the head of his cock. He sucked a lungful of air and his knees almost went.

"You'd better sit down," I told him, easing him over to the chair. He slumped down in it, breathing hard. I got off his shoes and socks and then worked his pants down. He was staring at the briefcase.

"Go ahead," I said, "look inside."

I watched the guy find the packet of photographs and slip off the rubber band. Then his eyes almost bugged out of his head. I knew there was one of me getting fucked and getting my cunt eaten and one of me sucking Chris' cock. There was plenty!

I was on my knees between his spread legs. He put each photo neatly on the arm of the chair as he finished with it. When he got to the last one, I licked my lips and looked at the dark head of his cock. It was the prettiest cock I'd seen so far, and I hadn't seen all that many. But it wasn't too big like Will's, or too blunt like Scott's. I bobbed my head down and wet the dry, taut knob with my lips and tongue. Then I looked at him and licked my lips.

"I can do what I did in those pictures. But you want to take a girl's private photo gallery away from her." I pouted and let go of his cock. It jumped there at his crotch, hungry for more touches from my mouth.

"Maybe we can work some deal," the guy said. "Maybe I'll only take them some of the photos."

I shook my head hard. "I keep them all." I pushed my tongue out as far as it would go, teased it under the bulging tip of his prick and then took it away. "I keep them all, or you don't have any fun at all."

"Jesus…" He rubbed his face, pushed his hips up from the chair cushion. "You can keep 'em all. Just… do that again!"

He pulled my T-shirt off over my head and started to rub my small, hard tits. By now I was just as excited as he was. I don't know why I put my arms behind my back and clutched my wrists. Maybe because that was what had happened when I'd first been forced to take part in all those carnal acts. That feeling of helplessness had become a habit. I was even pretending that I was being forced this time, though the poor guy was really at my mercy.

"Jesus, baby! Oh, God, can you suck cock!"

He grabbed my wrists where I had them behind my back. He grabbed them and gently pulled me forward, pushed me back. A steamy rush of juice flooded out of nay pussy. Yes, that was what I liked. My arms behind my back, the full, thick heat of a man's prick in my mouth. It was like knowing myself for the first time. Knowing the real me!

"Mmmmmmm!" I murmured, flicking my tongue across the tender ridge of his cock as the guy rocked my body back and forth. That big cock went into my throat and then back to my lips. The sucking, slick noises in my nose made us both shudder.

"My… name's… Jim…" he managed to get out. I took my mouth away from his throbbing cock and licked my lips. Our eyes met.

"I'm Robyn… but I guess you knew that already." He seemed nice, now that we were like this. "And Jimmy…"

"Yeah?"

"I like your suck your cock!"

The words coming from my lips excited and shocked me. I knew I was blushing because Jimmy smiled and touched the side of my face. Then my aching pussy sent a tingling burn of pleasure though my belly and thighs. I squeezed my cunt muscles rhythmically as Jimmy pulled me forward again and the flared crown pulsed against my tonsils. His belly heaved.

"Yeah… yeah!"

"Ohhhhhmmmmmmm!" I whimpered, mouth too full to talk. And then the thick cock-sap was bubbling into my mouth and I was gulping it down and straddling one of Jimmy's legs, squirming my blossomed pussy down around it, rubbing my cunt until the jolting thrills made me squeal.

Jimmy rolled me over, pushed me down on my belly on the rug. His cock was still dripping cream. I felt the hot splats on my ass as he shoved my knees apart and bent over me. Then he was fitting the exploding cock-head between my feverish outer labes and I curved my back sharply to make it easier. The spurting prick slid up into my young cunt as he fucked like he'd never fuck again. It took only seconds for my hungry pussy-petals to now swollen with excitement. And then I, too, was coming! Flopping and moaning on the rug of the hotel room while a muscular stranger speared and stabbed and filled my eager cunt with cock.

"I didn't really want to steal those pictures in the first place," Jimmy gasped, kissing the nape of my neck as he shot home his hot jizz.

"Who… needs… pictures? Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

I dug my fingers into the rug and drooled as my pounding senses exploded in the white light of final pleasure. I could hardly wait to get back to my old home town and turn on some of the boys I'd only teased before.

"Ohhhh, fuck! I'm gonna come again! Ohhhh, shit!"

And I did came again. And again…