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PROLOGUE: 20 year reunion
“And you are all checked in miss. We hope you enjoy your stay here at the Virgin Gorda, where your pleasure is our guarantee, do you have any questions about our services before I let you go?”
Bill tried his hardest to make eye contact with the woman in front of him. Of all the things you could get fired for at Virgin Gorda, ogling a guest is right at the top of the list. Usually that was not a problem, considering the usual clientele of the hotel ranged from the recently divorced housewife looking for a relaxing vacation to the businesswoman executive type that came down on her many PTO days. Some attractive, but none that would turn Bill’s head
This guest however, it made Bill think the manager sent her to test his resolve as an employee. Standing in front of him was the most beautiful woman that Bill had ever seen. Standing at 5’8”, her body featured defined musculature that fitness models crave for. Her black hair flowed down to the middle of her back and shined in the afternoon sun. Her legs were long and illustrious, her ass perky and round, her lips plump and inviting. Not to mention her tits, HER TITS, they looked like they were formed by a god. They hung in a beautiful teardrop shape, with protruding nipples that strained against the fabric of her clothing. They defied gravity and provided a deep valley of glorious cleavage. All that was wrapped in perfect sun kissed and unblemished skin, and further wrapped in a tight blue dress that had a deep cowl neck halter that announced to her world that her back, arms, abs and rack were here and meant to be viewed.
“Actually, yes, I do have one question.”
HOLY SHIT HER VOICE. It was so smooth and velvety that Bill leaned against the countertop to both hide and attempt quell the now raging erection that surged when she spoke.
“I read in your many glowing reviews that you have several employees that offer certain, experiences, for your clientele?” She sighed as she took off her sunglasses, only revealing more of her stunning face.
“Oh, of course, you mean the ‘VIP’ package? Yes, we currently have five gentleman that are trained in several areas of relaxation for our guests. They regularly make their rounds around the public areas of the hotel; all you have to do is wear one of the complimentary flowers in your suite in your hair when you visit the pool or say the massage parlor, and they will be sure to tend to your every need.”
“Excellent. I will make sure to do that.” She sighed sweetly as she let the stem of her glasses part her lips in thought. Bill could have sworn that her nipples perked up under her dress.
“Oh, one more thing. By any chance, do you have a Bob Franklin still under your employ?”
“Ah, so you have heard of our customer favorite. Yes, Bob is still employed with us, he has been for the past 16 years.” Bill replied. Bob Franklin was the head of the VIP squad, and the most senior member. Usually when a customer enquiry about the VIP package comes up, the staff recommend experiencing him last. In both the save-the-best-for-last way and in a you-better-see-the-other-four-to-be-ready-for-him way.
The woman’s eyes lit up like sparklers. She licked her lips ever so subtly at the mention of Bob. Bill could now plainly see that her nipples went rock hard and immediately snapped back to eye level.
“Wonderful, I will have to make sure to seek him out.” She said as she put her sunglasses on.
“Well Miss, while I cannot deny that Bob is definitely one of our finest employees, we usually encourage those who seek out the VIP treatment to save him for last, he is the cherry on top as they say.”
“You don’t have to be coy; anybody would have to prepare before taking on Bob and that monster cock of his.” She said matter-of-factly as she leaned forward towards Bill, her breasts invitingly swaying just enough to not fall out of the dress.
Bill’s jaw dropped. The two bellhops carrying the woman’s bag’s jaws dropped. The macaw in the tree outside’s jaw dropped.
“Uh, I, um, I don’t know what you mean by, monster, um.” He stammered as the woman softly chuckled.
“Relax darling, I understand you have to use the appropriate language to describe what your VIP employees do for appearances, but I know enough about Bob Franklin that he should always cum last.” She giggled at the obvious play on words, “We graduated together, I actually haven’t seen him in many years and part of the reason I came here for vacation was to see if he was still here and wanted to rekindle our friendship.” She again giggled at the blunt use of rekindle in place of the obvious meaning.
“Oh, did you both attend University?” Bill politely answered back, praying to god the conversation would end so he could take a bathroom break and deal with the thumping boner this woman was causing.
“You could say that.” She cooed as she winked at him, leaning over just enough for both nipples to fall out of the edge of her neckline. Bill prayed to every god he knew as he maintained eye contact, hoping that he could still make it to the bathroom before he painted the entire underside of the front desk.
“Well, given the circumstances, I can let Bob know you are here and send him to your room if you like Miss Connelly?” Bill got out, desperate to find a way to end this sexual torture.
“Perfect. Although don’t use Connelly, that is what I use for privacy purposes. Tell him that Marsha McPherson is here and wants to see him again.” She said as she mercifully readjusted her dress with a knowing smile.
“Absolutely, I will get on that immediately.” Bill sighed with relief as Marsha turned to go to her suite.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” She said as she reached into her pocketbook. She slid five hundred dollars across the countertop to Bill.
“Absolute professionalism deserves a proper tip Bill. I have been in a lot of hotels and it takes a special kind of concierge to not stare at the girls.” She teased. She slid her hands up her chest, pushing her boobs together and massaging them with a pleasure laced sigh.
One of the bellhops fainted behind her, and the macaw fell out of the tree with a thud.
“Miss McPherson, as flattering as this is, I can’t in good conscious take this.” He said as he screamed internally for her to stop the madness and before he exploded in his khakis.
“An honorable employee too,” She remarked as she put the money back into her purse and leaned closer to Bill.
“Then if you will not take money, let me pay you back another way. You see Bill, I had to leave New York early to catch the flight down here, and I am fucking horny.”
WHAM. Down goes the other bellhop.
“So, why don’t you escort me to my room, give me the grand tour, and you can solve my problem by fucking my throat?
Bill shot up from his desk, leaned in the office to say he was going on break, grabbed Marsha’s bags from the passed-out bellhops and hurriedly escorted Marsha to her room.
Firing risk or not, it was his responsibility to make sure her pleasure was his guarantee.
……
Bob Franklin paused in front of the suite door. For the first time in almost 16 years he felt a twinge of nerves go through his rippling muscles.
At first, he thought Bill was pulling his leg when he came up to him at the hotel bar, in a disheveled mess, and told him that a guest asked for him personally to go to their room. Rules are rules, and no guest could personally book a VIP employee, even him. Then Bill said her name.
Marsha McPherson.
Since Bob graduated, he had served hundreds of customers.
It was his job of course, to make sure their stay was perfect, by fucking as many of the female guests in whatever way they wanted. He was paid to flirt with them, make them laugh, stun them with his insanely muscled body, white smile, chiseled face, and sharp mind. Then he would whip out the 13-inch cock he was packing, and give them the best vacation experience ever. It didn’t matter if they were escaping a dull relationship, seeking a truly powerful orgasm, or just because they heard rumors of a man with a foot long python working at a hotel, Bob Franklin would make sure they left happy, and often bow legged. All that sex was fun and all, but it was becoming routine, dare he say, boring. Then Bill broke Bob out of his cycle by saying her name.
Marsha McPherson.
It was 20 years since he graduated, and 20 years since he had sex with a graduate. Comparing ordinary sex vs. graduate sex was like comparing meatloaf to a fine steak. One is just ten times more flavorful and can leave you senseless. And this was no ordinary graduate. Marsha McPherson was a league of her own, and the memory of her lingered in Bob’s mind long after they last crossed paths.
The nervous thoughts ran through his head as he raised his fist to knock on the door of the large suite. Despite being 46, Bob looked not a day over 28. He was in peak physical condition, his hormones still raged thanks to his training, and his cock was always ready to go at a moment’s notice. Would Marsha be the same?
“It’s open.” Sang an immediately familiar voice. Bob shook away his negative thoughts and opened the door, filling the frame with his massive figure.
“Marsha McPherson.”
“Bob Franklin.”
Marsha was completely nude save a pair of 5 inch heels, and immediately quelled any needless nerves Bob had. Her body was the same tight and slutty visage it was from the night of his graduation. In fact, her hair was longer, and her muscles were pronounced and buff in the sexiest way possible. No doubt about it, Marsha was hotter than the last time he saw her.
Marsha strode across the suite and pulled Bob wordlessly into a deep kiss. Her probing and long tongue entwining with his own, bringing back memories of their education, and an awfully familiar flavor.
“Sorry about that dear, may have missed a little.” She said as she pulled away, holding his face in her hands.
“I guess that is why Bill looked like a mess.” Bob chuckled as he spun Marsha around and fondled her glorious tits. Despite 20 years of time, they still looked like the gravity defying jugs he remembered. The other graduates all agreed at the time, Marsha’s rack was one of the best enhancements they had ever seen.
“He wouldn’t accept a tip, so I accepted his tip.” She laughed as she ground her ass into Bob’s crotch, feeling the growing bulge rear itself out of hiding, “He was rambunctious, I have to give him credit, I throated him for ten minutes before he came, personal record for a non-graduate.”
“Glad to see nothing has changed, in more ways than one.” Bob whispered into her ear as he began fingering her soaking wet cunt. When his fingers went inside, he immediately felt the inner muscles grasping and pulling them, trying to encase them deeper inside. Pristine graduate pussy.
“Mmmmmm, that is all because of you Bob. I have been waiting for a long time to come down here, too long to be honest. Seeing you again, thinking of your touch, knowing that I could feel this thing inside of me,” She said in a breathless tone as she turned to face him again while grasping the fully erect python in Bob’s pants, “I hope you want to catch up for lost time too.”
Bob picked Marsha up in his arms and shut the suite door behind him. They continued to make out as he laid her down on the bed and knelt to gaze upon a thing of beauty.
Bob ate a lot of pussy in this job, but Marsha was on a whole different level. He playfully darted about her pronounced clit with his tongue and lapped up the cascading pussy juice that Martha was dripping out of her. It was not ambrosia, but it came damn close. Bob picked up the pace adding additional fingers to Marsha as she writhed on the bed, smiling with manic glee. Finally, she screamed as her orgasm took hold, and covered Bob in a spray of sweet and sticky love.
“And yet you surprise me again,” He laughed as he wiped the spray from his chin and face, “You weren’t a squirter the last time we fucked.”
“You would be surprised what I have learned in 20 years, now be quiet big boy, it’s my turn.” She said as she forcefully shoved Bob down on the bed and ripped off his pants and thong in a single tug.
Bob’s member roared to full attention, no longer bound by the meager fabrics that held it down. The sight took Marsha’s breath away.
Marsha had slept with many men, and some women, over the last two decades since she graduated. The sex was always fun and relaxing, but she had to admit after awhile that her education made her spoiled. There was no dick like a graduate dick, and Bob Franklin was a legend amongst those. It was thick and perfectly shaped, pulsing with Bob’s heartbeat and a perfect shade of flesh. Graduates were told that women would see it and think that they needed it inside of them, that they wanted them to be fucked to their very soul. Guys on the outside just could not match
Like she never skipped a beat, Marsha kneeled and began servicing this monument. She teased Bob thoroughly, relishing in the soft moans she heard from the bed. She licked up and down the shaft, caressed his nuts, and eventually reached the bulbous head and encircled it in her mouth. She made eye contact with Bob, saw the wanton look in his eyes, he had been waiting for somebody that could inhale his cock like she did, and now he had the genuine article.
She grinned, and slowly worked her way down Bob’s shaft. She wanted to relish in every single inch as it disappeared down her enhanced throat, her trained muscles squeezing and pulling it further and further until her nose was nestled in Bob’s crotch.
Bob looked down and could not help but smile. Marsha’s throat pulsed and shifted over his dick, another landmark sign of a graduate, but even the best graduates had a tough time with Bob. Except for Marsha, she could take Bob completely down without batting an eye, the enhancements afforded to her making her the perfect purveyor of blowjobs.
That was just the beginning though, she looked right into Bob’s eyes and winked. With a sudden quickness no normal human could have, she began pistoning her mouth up and down Bob’s cock. In and out, in and out, fully sheathing the 13 inches of flesh in every stroke. Bob threw his head back in ultimate satisfaction, feeling the wonderful mouth, tongue and throat of Marsha completely encasing his cock. It was only a few more strokes until Bob roared and unleashed a torrent of cum deep into Marsha.
Marsha held herself in place as she came hard. It had been so long since she had truly climaxed from a blowjob, and it was a feeling she missed more than anything in the world. As Bob let loose one more torrent of white hot cum into her stomach, she finally slid his monster out of her mouth and let it out with a playful pop.
“Holy Shit. Marsha you have not lost your touch.”
“Oh the feeling is mutual baby.” She giggled as she climbed onto the bed and cuddled into his arms for fresh deep kissing. They laid there for at least a half an hour, just slowly caressing each other and swapping tongue, when Marsha finally broke the silence.
“Bob, I have been wanting to tell you something since we parted back in Mexico.”
“More than what your body just told me?” Bob replied as he clutched and massaged one of her ass cheeks.”
“Pig. Of course, your body was part of it. I have not had a graduate quality fuck since the early 90’s and I needed it so badly. But, I didn’t just miss your cock Bob, I missed you.” She whispered as she looked up into his eyes.
Bob was taken aback for a moment. For a minute, the smoking hot sex show that lay in bed next to him melted away, replaced by the familiar eyes of the scared Dartmouth grad Bob walked up to at the bar all the way back in training. He stopped massaging her and listened intently.
“Every day since you left, I found myself thinking about you. Constantly. Your eyes, your smile, your laugh. It was like your presence lingered with me wherever I went. When I think back to my time at the Factory, I think of all the people I fucked by their dicks or their tits. Not as people, but as the fuck machines we became. You are the only exception Bob, sure I love this huge pipe you lay into me but see you beyond what a graduate should see. Every moment we met, every time we had sex, it felt like we were molten lava, a fire of immense emotion. If I had more time, and we did not have the rules, I would have stayed with you forever. We fit perfectly, both soul to soul and cock to pussy. I guess what I am trying to say is, I love you Bob, I loved you since the moment you came to my rescue at the bar. I regret not saying that the moment you graduated. I know that sounds insane, but I needed to say it to you.” She lamented as she laid her head upon his chest.
Bob sat stunned for a moment and quickly reflected. He remembered the out of shape and neglected computer programmer he used to be before the factory turned him into a sexual god, how he also had ideas of love before the training took hold. He remembered all his conquests in his training. He remembered who had the best tits, who could take two dicks in her cunt at the same time, who could always make sure that his dick was clean after he fucked her senseless. Graduate sex may be insane, but it is also cold, calculating, and focused surely on the pleasure and the application of technique to achieve it. Then he recalled his past with Marsha, and he could not help but see what she was saying. He did not think of the fact she could bottom out his dick in her throat, but the sly smile she gave when she teased the tip of it. The more he thought, the more he only saw Marsha, the woman, over Marsha the graduate. Love. What a concept.
“Marsha, I love you too.” He finally replied, lifting her chin to meet his gaze, “I guess I didn’t realize it, but I have been thinking about you too ever since. This job lets me fuck whoever I want, but something was always missing. And in this moment, I realized that that was you. Not your body, not our training, you. It is cruel that 20 years separated us from this moment, but the past is gone, we can only think about the future. Want to spend the rest of it with me?”
Marsha lept on top of Bob and pulled him in and stuck her tongue down his throat, eyes welling up with happy tears. Bob returned the ardor, distracted enough not to notice Marsha pressing the hidden switch in his crotch to activate his blood pump. Bob grunted as he felt his dick stand fully erect in a second, followed by Marsha inserting it into her pussy and sliding all the way down the length until she fully engulfed him in a searing hot cavern.
“Bob, I have been waiting so long for you to say that. I finally feel complete.” She moaned as she rocked back and forth, feeling her muscles clasp and massage the monster within her. “And for the next five days on this vacation, I plan on letting you know that often.”
Bob grinned and pivoted his hips up into her, causing Marsha to cry out with the sudden thrust.
“I have a feeling we will be doing this for longer than five days baby, but let’s worry about right now, I haven’t cum in a graduate pussy for a long time, are you still up to the challenge?” Bob grunted as he started to fuck Marsha with rapid and powerful strokes.
Marsha’s mouth gaped open as she cried out in supreme pleasure, and her cock addled mind could not help but say YES as it slid into the next of many orgasms to come.
….
Bob walked through the doors of the Virgin Gorda resort for the last timer.
After sixteen years of dutiful service, all it took was one night…well…one week and a half…of Marsha McPherson to finally make him take the next step and leave the VIP business behind.
The staff was sad to see him go, as were his other four partners. Or maybe they were sorry to see Marsha leave. They were all graduates of course, and Marsha made sure to have Bob bring them into bed as much as possible. Seeing her taking on three graduate cocks at once was fucking filthy in the best way.
He opened the door of the stretch limo that waited outside and climbed in next to Marsha, who was wearing a barely-there sundress that showed off her insane cleavage and gave a healthy amount of side boob. He still could not believe that she was his now, and he was hers. Anybody else would have not taken a marriage proposal after 20 years of contact, but Bob and Marsha knew from the moment they saw each other again, that nobody else could belong to the other for all time.
“Yes Mary, we will go to City Hall straight after landing, is everything arranged? Excellent, you are a doll Mary. See you when we land.” She hung up, threw the phone down and immediately embraced Bob’s massive chest.
“I pulled some strings, but our marriage license is finished, we have a judge waiting at City Hall, and your accounts have been transferred to New York as of one hour ago. Am I good, or am I good?” She boasted with pride as she gazed up at Bob with ardor.
“You continue to surprise me Marsha McPherson.”
“Ah Ah Ah.” She tutted as she kissed him sweetly, “That’s Marsha Franklin now baby. You are going to love New York. My apartment has a beautiful view overlooking Central Park, plenty of scenery to take in as you press me up against the glass and cum inside me. Or even better, we can go out on the balcony as all those people pass by underneath, completely unaware of me sucking your cock and you devouring me every single morning when we wake up for breakfast.”
Bob immediately felt a tightness in his shorts. It never failed. Marsha his wife would love him unconditionally and shower him with sweet nothings, but Graduate Marsha knew how to get him hot and bothered in an instant. The combination of the two was perfection.
“Ha! I knew that would work!” She exclaimed as she dived down between his legs and pulled out his cock.
“Already? I thought breakfast would have filled you up?” He scoffed as he rolled up the privacy window.
“Breakfast was phenomenal, but I need something else to top it off. Besides, it is an hour drive to get to the airport, I have no panties on, and we still have 19 years of sex to catch up with. I figure with a proper schedule; we can be on track by Christmas.” She laughed as she just straight inhaled his cock to the hilt.
Bob could only sigh as he closed his eyes and let his future wife drag him into wonderful sexual bliss. As the limo drove away from the resort, he knew this was only the beginning of a lust filled life.
Nothing less, for graduates of the Factory.
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