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4. A Deal is a Deal
This is the fourth story following "How I Started," and shares my experiences between the ages of 19-29. These are prelude stories to the series of "Playtime Stories" I wrote. I hope you enjoy them as much as I had "researching" them. They are mostly true so enjoy! I LOVE COMMENTS!!!!
Note to reader- this event is the inspiration for another story I have written and posted in the My TV Adventures series. The first portion of this story is what happened and the other story is, as you will see here, the fantastic version, cause, well the real experience could and should have been much hotter…but it led to all kinds of stuff…enjoy!
No sooner had I hung up the motel phone and began fixing my makeup than I heard the motel’s owner and manager knocking on my door. I dabbed gloss on my well-fucked lips a few more times and then strutted over to the door. I opened it and saw the manger, a middle-aged, reasonably fit Hindu-Indian man with a gleam in his eyes and his thin mustache up-turned in a devilish smile. His name was Patel and he stepped past me and into room 127. He’d listened to me with a young guy, named Casey, who was probably only about five or six miles away and driving with a well satisfied cock and a smile. Patel had just eavesdropped from room 128 on me and Casey as we on me fucked and sucked. It was now the early hours of Saturday and Patel had asked nicely to come by and play. I accepted, and here he was, a smile and a semi-hard cock with a wet spot on his dockers.
I introduced myself with a seductive and confident smile, “Hi, I am Rebeca.”
In his proper Indian-English accent he replied, “Jyes, I know. I am Patel and I am vwery pleased that you like my motel so much. I don’t know if you know this, but I noticed you about three weekends ago and have been keenly following your visits,” he said turning back to the door and facing me where I stood and smiling from ear to ear. “Rlook at you, wvery dirty girl. Get on your knees and suck my dick…”
I knelt and he stepped to me and had me open his pants and pull out his ample un-cut cock. He was bigger than most, but not as large as a black guy I had taken early last evening. Of course, the black guy was a quickie, who could imagine how long Patel would be with me…
I opened my mouth and pulled his foreskin back exposing his pre-cum covered and slick pointy cockhead. I stroked my hand down his thick shaft and mouth-fucked his cock, my tongue expertly cradling his head and shaft as I’d been taught. I formed a ring with my thumb and forefinger around his shaft and stroked his base as I tried to get all of him inside my mouth. I felt his cockhead slip into my throat and then block my esophagus and then deep throated him a few more times. I looked up and the dim light of Patel’s cheap motel I could see him looking up at the ceiling and then dropping his gaze back down on me. I sucked him, looking up, and tightening and then loosening my grip and lip-lock with each stroke. I wanted him to cum and then go.
Patel wanted more. He stopped me and held my head and slow-fucked my mouth a few times and then looked at me and said, in a low, lusty voice, “Now foreplay is complete. Get on the bed and on your back so we can fuck.”
I stood, fully erect and stepped to the bed, laying as instructed, on my back. Patel removed his clothes and moved to me led by his large thick glistening almond-brown cock.
My hand laid on a condom left on the bed during Casey’s visit. I opened it and sat up to sheath his ample brown cock. I thought it might be too tight and would almost certainly break if I didn’t pre-lubricate it, so I turned, on my side and got a tube of KY and as I opened it I felt Patel’s hand slide up my stocking-clad thighs and onto my cool creamy white ass. He caressed and then groped and then held my leg up as I lifted it to add lube to my ass-cunt. After I wiped the lube into my hole, he rotated me onto my back and mounted the bed with both knees and moved his knees to my ass cheeks. He picked up my other leg and, holding my legs up toward the ceiling, he moved his hips and expertly pushed his cock into me.
I was impressed. He was talented enough to fuck me without an aiming hand or my hand guiding him into me. I was even more impressed by his size and girth. He may not have been bigger than the black guy last night, but he was wider and harder. Patel’s cock pushed into and past my anal curve and popped from my anus into my colon. The pain was intense, but brief. After the third pump I was in paradise. Patel watched me and noticed when I crossed from pain to pleasure and then really fucked me. He slammed into me and began muttering things under his breath as he fucked me. I couldn’t understand then and could barely hear them because he was forcing me to moan and pant like the bitch in heat I was.
Patel fucked me for several minutes and then pulled out, pushing my legs around until I was on my side and he was pushing me into a fetal position, ass totally exposed. He pushed himself back in and fucked me sideways for a minute and it felt amazing. His cock wasn’t hitting my prostate g-spot, so I felt his entire length moving in and out – I felt him inside me, but without the distraction of my g-spot. This was new. At the right moment, as the newness wore away and I wanted him to resume hitting my g-spot, he again pulled out and rolled me onto my tummy. He shoved me around until we faced the full-length dressing mirror. The mirror was the same in every room and was one of the things I loved about his motel. I saw him mount me and push in. Again his cock stretched me and hit my g-spot. He pumped me a few times and then we both felt the condom break. I looked at him, and he at me, and then he pumped me even deeper and harder. I rolled my eyes back at the massive pleasure. My cock rubbed against the bedspread and way on its way to orgasm, but Patel came in me right then. He moaned and slammed into me hard, then again, and then once more before driving as deep as he could and holding himself there, breeding me.
As he came he looked at me and in between orgasmic shutters he leaned back and pulled me up and back into his cock. “Make yourself cum while my cock is in you,” he ordered.
I propped myself up with one hand and grabbed my wet seven and a half cut inches and stroked myself, rounding the cockhead, about ten times and then pushed myself into Patel’s hard-hugeness and slammed my g-spot. I came hard. The first squirt shot out to my hand. Patel saw this and pumped me about four more times, causing amazing pleasure, but making my cum leak out, instead of shoot. What the visual lacked, the tactile made up for. His cock forced my orgasm to be internally focused. Amazing.
I was spent and laid there as Patel used the bathroom shower and cleaned himself. I was wet and having spasms in all the right places. My makeup was surprisingly still intact and I still looked hot. He came out, semi-hard and looked at me. I rotated off the bed and onto the floor and sucked his cock. After a few minutes Patel breathed out hard and then shot his second load into my mouth.
He washed again and as he put his clothes on he prattled on about how he’d imagined how talented I was and that he had loved gurly-boys like me growing up and on and on. After he put his shoes on he sat and looked at me a second and then said, “So, wven you vant to play here in de future you should call and ask to talk with Patel and let me know. I will only charge you if somevone is with me when you check in, but you vwill stay he for free as long as I can come over and fuck that sweet ass of yours. Ok?”
“Ok, I stay for the cost of my ass. Sound great to me.”
A deal is a deal, and Patel’s deal with me was perfect for both of us. I always had a free place to stay and at least one hot hard big cock every time I stayed there. Patel was talented and loved “gurlie bois” more than I think he realized when we started playing. Some play with him was just a deep quick blowjob, sometimes a long sloppy mouth fuck. Most of the time he loved a half-n-half session of head and ass that was usually over in about twenty minutes, not because he had stamina issues, far from that, but because he was just turned on and in overdrive when I came around.
One time he rolled off my ass and laid on the bed while I stripped off his condom and finished off his cum-leaking post-orgasmic cock and told me, “You are just what I have been missing. I have stopped seeing my Indian whore women because I hope you will be here on Friday and Saturday nights.”
Then he then explained that his wife, nearly as old as Patel, had begun being nice to him again. They were in a middle class arranged marriage, so affection was not especially important. Still, she’d accepted him having extramarital flings, and she’d stepped out a few times as well. Patel explained that she now actually thought he was calming down and had been nicer to him since he had been working the motel on the nights he’d used to see his mistresses. Of course she had no idea that he was getting his fucks from me.
A week later, dressed like a whore and about to pull out a $20 to purchase entrance to the adult arcade, I smiled at the irony of having earned my motel stay and in some strange way, possibly helped Patel’s relationship.
I knew it was fanciful and stupid notion, and, as I discarded it, I felt a surge as I got my ticket into the cum and bleach smelling arcade and stepped over the first used condom of the night…
This is the fourth story following "How I Started," and shares my experiences between the ages of 19-29. These are prelude stories to the series of "Playtime Stories" I wrote. I hope you enjoy them as much as I had "researching" them. They are mostly true so enjoy! I LOVE COMMENTS!!!!
Note to reader- this event is the inspiration for another story I have written and posted in the My TV Adventures series. The first portion of this story is what happened and the other story is, as you will see here, the fantastic version, cause, well the real experience could and should have been much hotter…but it led to all kinds of stuff…enjoy!
No sooner had I hung up the motel phone and began fixing my makeup than I heard the motel’s owner and manager knocking on my door. I dabbed gloss on my well-fucked lips a few more times and then strutted over to the door. I opened it and saw the manger, a middle-aged, reasonably fit Hindu-Indian man with a gleam in his eyes and his thin mustache up-turned in a devilish smile. His name was Patel and he stepped past me and into room 127. He’d listened to me with a young guy, named Casey, who was probably only about five or six miles away and driving with a well satisfied cock and a smile. Patel had just eavesdropped from room 128 on me and Casey as we on me fucked and sucked. It was now the early hours of Saturday and Patel had asked nicely to come by and play. I accepted, and here he was, a smile and a semi-hard cock with a wet spot on his dockers.
I introduced myself with a seductive and confident smile, “Hi, I am Rebeca.”
In his proper Indian-English accent he replied, “Jyes, I know. I am Patel and I am vwery pleased that you like my motel so much. I don’t know if you know this, but I noticed you about three weekends ago and have been keenly following your visits,” he said turning back to the door and facing me where I stood and smiling from ear to ear. “Rlook at you, wvery dirty girl. Get on your knees and suck my dick…”
I knelt and he stepped to me and had me open his pants and pull out his ample un-cut cock. He was bigger than most, but not as large as a black guy I had taken early last evening. Of course, the black guy was a quickie, who could imagine how long Patel would be with me…
I opened my mouth and pulled his foreskin back exposing his pre-cum covered and slick pointy cockhead. I stroked my hand down his thick shaft and mouth-fucked his cock, my tongue expertly cradling his head and shaft as I’d been taught. I formed a ring with my thumb and forefinger around his shaft and stroked his base as I tried to get all of him inside my mouth. I felt his cockhead slip into my throat and then block my esophagus and then deep throated him a few more times. I looked up and the dim light of Patel’s cheap motel I could see him looking up at the ceiling and then dropping his gaze back down on me. I sucked him, looking up, and tightening and then loosening my grip and lip-lock with each stroke. I wanted him to cum and then go.
Patel wanted more. He stopped me and held my head and slow-fucked my mouth a few times and then looked at me and said, in a low, lusty voice, “Now foreplay is complete. Get on the bed and on your back so we can fuck.”
I stood, fully erect and stepped to the bed, laying as instructed, on my back. Patel removed his clothes and moved to me led by his large thick glistening almond-brown cock.
My hand laid on a condom left on the bed during Casey’s visit. I opened it and sat up to sheath his ample brown cock. I thought it might be too tight and would almost certainly break if I didn’t pre-lubricate it, so I turned, on my side and got a tube of KY and as I opened it I felt Patel’s hand slide up my stocking-clad thighs and onto my cool creamy white ass. He caressed and then groped and then held my leg up as I lifted it to add lube to my ass-cunt. After I wiped the lube into my hole, he rotated me onto my back and mounted the bed with both knees and moved his knees to my ass cheeks. He picked up my other leg and, holding my legs up toward the ceiling, he moved his hips and expertly pushed his cock into me.
I was impressed. He was talented enough to fuck me without an aiming hand or my hand guiding him into me. I was even more impressed by his size and girth. He may not have been bigger than the black guy last night, but he was wider and harder. Patel’s cock pushed into and past my anal curve and popped from my anus into my colon. The pain was intense, but brief. After the third pump I was in paradise. Patel watched me and noticed when I crossed from pain to pleasure and then really fucked me. He slammed into me and began muttering things under his breath as he fucked me. I couldn’t understand then and could barely hear them because he was forcing me to moan and pant like the bitch in heat I was.
Patel fucked me for several minutes and then pulled out, pushing my legs around until I was on my side and he was pushing me into a fetal position, ass totally exposed. He pushed himself back in and fucked me sideways for a minute and it felt amazing. His cock wasn’t hitting my prostate g-spot, so I felt his entire length moving in and out – I felt him inside me, but without the distraction of my g-spot. This was new. At the right moment, as the newness wore away and I wanted him to resume hitting my g-spot, he again pulled out and rolled me onto my tummy. He shoved me around until we faced the full-length dressing mirror. The mirror was the same in every room and was one of the things I loved about his motel. I saw him mount me and push in. Again his cock stretched me and hit my g-spot. He pumped me a few times and then we both felt the condom break. I looked at him, and he at me, and then he pumped me even deeper and harder. I rolled my eyes back at the massive pleasure. My cock rubbed against the bedspread and way on its way to orgasm, but Patel came in me right then. He moaned and slammed into me hard, then again, and then once more before driving as deep as he could and holding himself there, breeding me.
As he came he looked at me and in between orgasmic shutters he leaned back and pulled me up and back into his cock. “Make yourself cum while my cock is in you,” he ordered.
I propped myself up with one hand and grabbed my wet seven and a half cut inches and stroked myself, rounding the cockhead, about ten times and then pushed myself into Patel’s hard-hugeness and slammed my g-spot. I came hard. The first squirt shot out to my hand. Patel saw this and pumped me about four more times, causing amazing pleasure, but making my cum leak out, instead of shoot. What the visual lacked, the tactile made up for. His cock forced my orgasm to be internally focused. Amazing.
I was spent and laid there as Patel used the bathroom shower and cleaned himself. I was wet and having spasms in all the right places. My makeup was surprisingly still intact and I still looked hot. He came out, semi-hard and looked at me. I rotated off the bed and onto the floor and sucked his cock. After a few minutes Patel breathed out hard and then shot his second load into my mouth.
He washed again and as he put his clothes on he prattled on about how he’d imagined how talented I was and that he had loved gurly-boys like me growing up and on and on. After he put his shoes on he sat and looked at me a second and then said, “So, wven you vant to play here in de future you should call and ask to talk with Patel and let me know. I will only charge you if somevone is with me when you check in, but you vwill stay he for free as long as I can come over and fuck that sweet ass of yours. Ok?”
“Ok, I stay for the cost of my ass. Sound great to me.”
A deal is a deal, and Patel’s deal with me was perfect for both of us. I always had a free place to stay and at least one hot hard big cock every time I stayed there. Patel was talented and loved “gurlie bois” more than I think he realized when we started playing. Some play with him was just a deep quick blowjob, sometimes a long sloppy mouth fuck. Most of the time he loved a half-n-half session of head and ass that was usually over in about twenty minutes, not because he had stamina issues, far from that, but because he was just turned on and in overdrive when I came around.
One time he rolled off my ass and laid on the bed while I stripped off his condom and finished off his cum-leaking post-orgasmic cock and told me, “You are just what I have been missing. I have stopped seeing my Indian whore women because I hope you will be here on Friday and Saturday nights.”
Then he then explained that his wife, nearly as old as Patel, had begun being nice to him again. They were in a middle class arranged marriage, so affection was not especially important. Still, she’d accepted him having extramarital flings, and she’d stepped out a few times as well. Patel explained that she now actually thought he was calming down and had been nicer to him since he had been working the motel on the nights he’d used to see his mistresses. Of course she had no idea that he was getting his fucks from me.
A week later, dressed like a whore and about to pull out a $20 to purchase entrance to the adult arcade, I smiled at the irony of having earned my motel stay and in some strange way, possibly helped Patel’s relationship.
I knew it was fanciful and stupid notion, and, as I discarded it, I felt a surge as I got my ticket into the cum and bleach smelling arcade and stepped over the first used condom of the night…
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