Dick checked his watch again. “Ms. Gordon, what are you doing in there? I want to check out of here and hit the road by Noon.”
Barbara danced out of the bathroom wearing a sheer, white sundress flowing to mid-thigh. “Ooh, he called me ‘Ms. Gordon’ in his dominant voice. You know I get moist when you act all macho. Well, Mr. Grayson, since we’re being so formal, what do you think?” She did a little pirouette that made the dress rise high to show off her defined legs, shapely ass and cleanly shaven pussy.
“You’re not wearing panties, or a bra.”
“No Dick, I’m not. What’s your point? This way you’ll have easy access to the goodies in the car. Mmm, and judging by the lump in your pants, you haven’t had enough of me yet.”
“No, I can never get enough of your sweet goodies. Come here.”
He pulled her into his arms and licked her lips. When she ground her hips into his groin, he pulled up her dress to squeeze her delicious ass.
From his secret hiding place in the wall, Norman squirmed with growing envy. He’d watched the amorous couple all through the night and returned this morning just in time to see the man mount the wanton slut again. The floor under his feet was sticky with his own spent emissions, but he’d have to wait until they checked out to clean up the mess. Norman barely stifled a groan as he freed his aching cock from the confines of his jeans.
Dick leaned back and turned his head toward the wall. “Did you hear something?”
“No, baby, I didn’t hear a thing. To be honest, all I want to hear are your moans, because I’m going to take the edge off you before we leave.” She pushed him onto the end of the bed.
“Barbara, we don’t have time to fool around. We promised Bruce we’d be back for weapons training tonight.”
She undid his pants, yanked them off and then dropped to her knees between his legs. “This won’t take long. You haven’t cum in my mouth all weekend and I’m hungry.” Dick’s big cock popped free and she engulfed the head in her mouth.
“Oh my god Barbara, you’re right, this won’t take long.”
She mumbled around his cock. “Do it. Come for me. Shoot all your juice down my greedy throat.”
“Fuck, I’m coming!” Dick shouted.
Behind the wall, Norman trembled with lust. Once again, he found himself torn between wanting to be him…or be her. He wiped the drool off his mouth as he imagined swallowing a man’s seed. Norman stroked his cock, once, twice, and then he spewed a torrent of his liquid essence all over the wall and floor.
****
Mrs. Bates smiled at the young couple. “We hope you enjoyed your weekend here at the Bates Bed & Breakfast. Hopefully, you’ll come back next spring when we open up either our new motel or hotel.”
© 2014 Will LaForge
This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘Hotel’.
Photo attribution for the Bed and Breakfast picture provided – Free image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net
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