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Stuck by a Drummer- The Adventure Continues
The belt made a whistling sound as it sailed through the air and came down hard: on the mattress, just inches from my trembling butt. I screamed into the pillow. Steve laughed, tossed the belt to the floor, and rolled me over so that I was on my back and able to look him in the face. His expression was both mischievous and tender.
"You silly cow," he said affectionately, "did you really think I could do that to you? To Pete when he leaves makeup streaks on the towels, maybe, but never you."
"Fuck, you scared me," I whispered.
"And you scared me when I saw you about to be driven off to God knows where. But let's forget about evening scores and just have a hot reunion, shall we?"
He removed my boots, pulled my jeans all the way off, and climbed onto the bed, gazing my partially nude body up and down. His palm wandered all over my flesh before resting on his own crotch. After groping himself into a state where his dick was about to poke a hole in his trousers, he raised my shirt to expose my swelling tits in their lacy Victoria's Secret bra.
"Sorry if this sounds laddish, but honey, you have nice tits," he murmured. Lowering his head, he ran his tongue all over my cleavage and sucked my nipples through the lace until I was moaning and begging for him to take things further. He responded to my pleading by raising himself onto his knees, undoing his zipper, and letting his cock hang out in all its thick, powerful glory. I reached for it, but the binding on my wrists held me fast.
"Looks like I've got to do all the work," Steve said, although he sounded far from put out. The mattress creaked as he came forward on his knees and straddled my middle, careful not to apply pressure to my abdomen. As he slid his cock between my slickened breasts, I realized why he'd spent so much time worshipping that area. He squeezed my tits together with his large hands, smiling blissfully at the sensation the pressure obviously created.
"Now time for your punishment, young lady," he said throatily as his hips began rocking back and forth. Inspired, I raised my head and caught his dickhead between my moist lips after one particularly aggressive forward thrust. He froze and let me rub my tongue all around its circumference.
"Hell, you're good," he managed. "I'd love to have you blow me in this position. But it wouldn't do to have you choke, now would it?"
I shook my head to signal agreement. He started quivering as his excitement mounted.
"God, KC....you're incredible. I knew that about you...when we first fucked on the sofa. I could go anywhere...do anything...and you would go with me. This is great...oh, God....OH SHIT!!!"
That last cry had no trace of passion in it. I raised my head, stunned, as Steve sprang off me, dick still hanging out and wet from my oral worship. I now had an unobstructed view of the foot of the bed, with its writing desk, mirror...and a young man in hotel uniform who was cringing against the wall, regarding us in fear and, unless it was a pistol he had in his pants, sexual excitement.
Steve was freaking out. He converged on the guy, screaming, "What the fuck was that all about, coming in without knocking and touching MY ASS!!"
The youth was too terrified to speak. He appeared to be 21 or 22, and had dark, Mediterranean good looks. When Steve seized him by his shirt front, he found his voice.
"Sir, I'm sorry- I didn't mean-"
"Oh, but I think you did, my young friend," Steve corrected him. "I think you heard us from out in the hallway, let yourself in for a look, and decided you liked what you saw. Am I right?"
The young man remained mute. When Steve raised his fist, he found his voice a second time. "Yes, yes, you're right, you're right!!"
Steve grinned and lowered his hand, although his grip on the porter's shirtfront remained. "I love it when people tell me I'm right, kid. That's why I'm going to give you a second chance instead of march you down to the front desk to help you collect your walking papers."
The porter and I exchanged mystified stares: none of us could figure out what he was getting at. Finally Steve, whose dick remained as hard as ever, enlightened us. He pushed the kid over to the bed.
"Get over there. Next to her. And take off your clothes."
More soon, folks!!
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