I could hear her moans of pleasure. “Oooh, yeah. Ohhh.”

“Anna, you’re so fucking hot,” I breathed into the phone as I quietly slipped into some clothes. “I want to see your ass on the glass. How about get your stud boy, there, to fuck the hell out of you against the window?”

“I’m going to make the decisions now, Tyler,” she shot back amidst some pretty heavy breathing. “Michael is doing a nice job as is.”

I needed to change her mind. I was almost dressed and I wanted her face turned away from the window so I could carry out my little plan.

“Oh, yeah?” I shot back. “I thought you preferred men who exceeded the standard, but maybe I was wrong. It must have been a real hard sell for you to woo Mr. Community College up to your room. But I guess you take what you can get.” I went back to the window to see her reaction.

Anna just laughed and kept riding him. When she spoke she sounded only slightly annoyed. “Tyler, honey, I know men. Mr. Community College here has already demonstrated to me that he has what it takes. I wonder, though, how long you would last with me.”

I grinned at the thought.

She stopped fucking him, looked down at Michael, and continued: “Michael, dear, our friend Tyler wants to see you fuck me like a man. Shall we oblige him?”

She dismounted him and stood up. Again I was struck by her amazing body. Absolutely perfect. Michael got up as well. His impressive cannon, covered with her juices, was poised at 45 degrees.

“Come to Mama,” Anna said triumphantly.

I could see Michael’s grin. Admittedly, he was performing admirably so far. But I’d noticed his heavy breathing and the tension in his voice. I was hoping she had overestimated him.

I stayed at the window long enough to see him lift her up, press her against the cool glass and force his glistening shaft up inside her.

“Fuck, yeah!” she said with unabashed delight. “Fuck me, honey.”

It was a compelling sight, but I turned and left my room. I could hear Michael’s guttural sighs on the phone as he worked to satisfy her. I was betting he’d lose his composure fairly quickly as he fucked her up against the window, giving his all to repeatedly thrust his dick deep into her tight, demanding pussy. After the kid had spent himself, which I knew had to be soon, she’d be so horny, so hungry for satisfaction, that she’d be ready to invite me in and deliver what Michael had been incapable of.
I jogged down the stairs and down the hall, leaving the hotel and heading across the parking lot. Anna was obviously enjoying him.

“Oooh, Ohh! OOOoooo! Yes! Oh, fuck me good!” She was insistent. “Don’t fucking stop!”

Michael was grunting loudly with each thrust. Practically yelling. “Yeah! Unnh!”

I glanced up to her room. If you weren’t looking for it, you might not see it. But I knew exactly what I was looking for and I could see Anna’s ass bouncing up and down against the glass as Michael kept pounding her from below. His efforts to please her were impressive and I slowed my pace, beginning to wonder if I’d been the one who’d been wrong about Michael’s abilities.

I eventually reached the door to her hotel and went in. I ignored the man at the desk, who eyed me as I walked in. I tried to act like I knew exactly where I was going, and looked for the stairs. Michael was pumping her pussy vigorously now, panting as he did so. Anna sounded close to cumming. I prayed for Michael to lose control.

“Oh God!” she moaned. Her breathing was rapid. “More! More!”

I spotted the stairs and tried to act calm as I walked over to them. But with each step I took, her passion grew more intense, her cries grew louder, and her young lover plunged his rod into her faster and more adamantly. My cock strained against my pants. I could feel a bit of pre-cum against my skin.

Finally I reached the stairwell. “Fucking cum already, Michael!” I thought, as I mounted the stairs. But as I climbed higher, Anna’s ecstatic cries grew more and more passionate until, just as I reached the second floor, she burst into a series of sharp, fiery animal cries.

“Aaaah! Oooh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck!” I could hear the sound of her orgasmic shouts in the hall.

I headed for the room I understood to be hers.

As I reached the door, I heard her clearly: “Oooooooh! Goddamn! Keep fucking me, baby,” she shouted.

And – unbelievably – he did. Again and again, I heard his grunts as he pounded her into oblivion. I was thoroughly dejected, but my stiff, engorged dick still pulsated to the rhythm of my quickened heart. My breathing was heavy. I wanted to despise her. But all I could think about was what it would feel like to fuck her. All I wanted was to fuck her.

She had been right. Bitch.

A minute passed and still he was repeatedly filling her with his substantial staff. She was getting close to another climax. Her cries were more like squeals, now, as she gave herself to him with utter abandon. “Oh God! No! Yes! Oooo-ooo-ooo-ooooh!”

He was relentless and she soon came again, this time with a scream followed by what seemed like a full minute of loud, guttural cries. She was still cumming. Damn. I almost wished I had stayed and watched. I could only imagine the convulsions that rocked her body.

My cock was at the bursting point. It ached for release. I put my hand to my face. I was sweating.

“God!” It was Michael this time. His grunting grew louder until he at last shouted to announce his own orgasm.

When he was finished, the room grew quiet, though I could still hear them panting on the phone. I waited a moment, and then spoke.

“I bet you’re pleased,” I said into the phone. No answer; then a rustle of motion.

“What?” she said breathlessly. Her breathing was heavy.

“I bet you are pleased,” I repeated.

“A good bet,” she was barely able to speak.

“You’re a fantastic slut. You love cock, don’t you?”

“I do, Tyler,” she sighed. “I love big, hard cocks. Especially cocks that can fuck me like that. I bet you enjoyed the show. Did you shoot your load all over the window?”

“Baby, I’m just warming up,” I said.

“Oh, I’m sure.” she chuckled. I rolled my eyes.

I heard her whisper to Michael, “No, let me clean you off,” followed by a slurping sound as she sucked his cock clean. Michael moaned with pleasure. I imagined her milking every last drop out of him. What a slut! Goddamn, I wanted to fuck her! I decided to make one last gamble. I hoped I wouldn’t lose this one.

“I bet you want to fuck some more cock like that right now, don’t you,” I said when it sounded like she was finished.

“Oh … I’m sorry, Tyler. … Were you hoping to fuck me too?” she laughed. “Have I gotten you all worked up? Are desperate to have me? Listen, I’ll stick with Michael. I could fuck this stud’s cock all night long.”

“But I don’t suppose your little Michael is ready for another round yet.”

“Oh, Tyler, you’d be surprised,” she said. “Ever heard of the PC muscle? Tantric sex? Michael has.”

She was gloating. I was pissed. But then I heard Michael speak.

“Let’s go, babe. Put the phone down.”

“I’m sorry,” she continued, “but I think you’d have an awfully hard time living up to Mr. Community College. Just stay put and enjoy the show if you want to. Go ahead and jerk off, if you haven’t already.”

I heard her moan lightly, and then, with a laugh, “Damn, I love your cock, Mr. Community College.”

I was humiliated, confused, and frustrated. Without thinking I pounded on the door.

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“Is that you, Tyler? Jeez.”

“Open the door and find out,” I said.

“Tyler, I’m not interested. I’m finished talking to you.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing, Anna.”

She chuckled. “What could I possibly be missing? Let’s see: the frantic exertions of a middle-aged man overly eager to deposit his sperm inside me? Go away.”

Fuck! She was making fun of me, but my dick was still throbbing. I fucking had to have her. There had to be a way. I tried to come up with a plan, but I couldn’t think straight.

“How about a three-way?” I said a little too loudly for a hotel hallway. I know it sounded desperate, but I really was desperate.

“Good-bye, Tyler. Go back to your room and enjoy the show.” I waited for a minute. But all I could hear was the sound of Anna fucking that punk again.

I went back down the stairs. I didn’t want to, but I kept listening on the phone. I had no idea how he was doing it, but he was fucking her again. His strokes were steady and unrelenting. Anna was purring and cooing with pleasure. I walked slowly through the lobby and back outside. I was numb. The sounds of their lovemaking made me sick, but I felt compelled to listen.

Once in the parking lot, I looked up to her window, but I couldn’t see them. I shuffled across the parking lot and up to my room. Anna was again close to orgasm. Her fevered cries echoed in my ear. As I got to my window, she reached her peak. I stared across to her room. There, on her bed, I could see her body writhe and quiver under Michael as she came once again. It was powerful. Michael continued to stimulate her with long, steady strokes of his piston-like manhood, his muscular ass contracting with each push into her. Her orgasm came in waves, rising and falling and rising again, continuing for what seemed like forever. When she was finally done, he rolled off of her, his potent muscle resting against his abdomen. She picked up the phone again.

“Fuck, he’s good,” she sighed. “You still there, Tyler?”

I didn’t answer.

“I’ll bet you are,” she said. “Watch this.”

She set the phone back down on the bed, then bent over him and began to gratify him orally. After a moment he arched his back and thrust his dick deep into her mouth. She took almost all of him as he held her head in place and forced his dick into her again and again, shuddering as he did so.

I felt humiliated, but I continued to watch. He said something to her but I couldn’t it out.

I could hear her laughing as she got up and walked to her suitcase. She dug around for something and went back to the bed with a bottle of what I supposed to be lube. Michael sat up and suddenly I could hear again.

“What are you up to now, baby?” Michael asked.

“Use your imagination,” she said. “I’ve got more than one place to put that thing, you know.”

Surely she was joking, I thought. But I was wrong. Michael was still very hard, and he stood and took the lube. Anna stroked his dick briefly and then bent over the bed to present her ass to him. As he began to lube up her asshole, she grabbed the phone once again.

“Tyler, sweetie, I can see that you’re still with me. Don’t feel bad. Just enjoy it. I’m going to let Michael fuck me in my ass now. You shouldn’t feel like any less of a man. Michael has just learned how to control his orgasms a little better than most. I want to …”

She moaned loudly. Michael had interrupted her little speech by poking her sphincter with the end of his stick.

“Fuck! … Tyler, pay attention. … Aaah! Be patient! … Tyler, I like you. That’s why I want you to see this. You just need to remember two little letters. P and C. Someday, when you’ve got it figured out – when you think you can put your ego aside and really fuck like a man – you can look me up. You can ask Michael how to contact me. He’s really …”

He reached over, took the phone from her and hung it up.

I let my own phone fall to the ground. Michael was carefully but forcefully entering Anna’s tight little asshole. Her eyes were closed and she winced just once or twice. But then, as he slowly sunk more and more of his meat into her, she relaxed more fully, allowing her torso to fall to the bed. He held her ass up high as he began to quicken his pace. He completely controlled her. She was his plaything. She was turned toward me and I could see an expression of wild, blissful abandonment settle onto her face. Her eyes had rolled back into her head.

He simply controlled her now. He fucked her ass with confidence and authority, sliding his amazing, thick member in and out of her with ease, his balls slapping her pussy on each downstroke. He was unrushed, relaxed, in charge. She was his fuck toy. I looked again at her face. She was gasping with pleasure, fingering her pussy, lost to the world. My own dick – a nice, thick, seven-inch specimen I had once taken great pride in – suddenly burst into involuntary spasms and I spilled my sperm onto the window … just as she’d said I would.

It was enough. They were still fucking but I closed the curtain. I turned and went to the shower, unsure of what I should do with myself.

THE END … for now.


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