Preacher s Sinful Daughter Chapter 5 Sinning with a Woman
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CITY SIN
Part One: First Contact
Roger almost died when he read the memo from Mr. Stevens:
WALLACE – Something came up, can’t go to meeting this weekend. You and Fernandez are going in my place. Talk to him for more info. – STEVENS
Roger hated Alejandro Fernandez! He was the single most annoying person Roger had ever met – a complete “man’s man.” He just oozed masculinity, from his dark, South American skin, to muscled body, to his gorgeous honey-brown eyes; from bragging about his sexual prowess, to bragging about his athletic prowess, to bragging about anything that came to mind. However, no one else at the office saw him that way. They all liked him, and viewed him as funny, charming, and a great buddy. Roger, on the other hand, felt something very different from friendship. However, he didn’t think that someone as manly as Al could ever accept his sexuality.
“Why are the hot ones always jerks, obnoxiously straight, or both?” pondered Roger, shaking his head. His long, straight, light auburn hair rubbed against his shoulders as he got up and went to find Alejandro.
Alejandro almost killed himself when he read the memo from his boss.
FERNANDEZ – You and Wallace are taking my place on that trip this weekend - I can’t make. Reservations are at the Ritz on 3rd and Grand. Meeting is just a technicality. Tell them I have a bad flu or something. Hand them these papers, tell them to look them over with their lawyers, mail to me by the 1st. Flight leaves tomorrow @ 8 AM, returns Thurs @ 7:30. Wallace is looking for you for info. – STEVENS
Although the Ritz sounded nice, there was not one person whose company Alejandro would enjoy less. He couldn’t stand Roger Wallace. The man lived in a bubble. Al had been trying to get in the guys pants since the cute little mouth. And that hair, that long, beautiful brownish-red hair just perfect for grabbing onto as you rode that cute –
Alejandro decided he better stop that train of though before something embarrassing happened. Besides, it was only a fantasy – it would never happen. He tried every trick he know on the guy – the bragging, being friendly, being macho, even tried hard to get – but to no avail. This was a different experience for Al, because he had always been able to get any man he wanted – gay, straight, neither – anyone. ¡Ay! Roger was such a jackass. Si solamente, si solamente…
Alejandro sighed. “Why are the hot ones always jerks, obnoxiously straight, or both?” he wondered. He sat back in his chair and began to glace through the huge pile of paperwork he was supposed to deliver.
Alejandro was reclining in his chair at his desk when Roger approached. Even though he saw Al every day at the office, he still had to catch his breath. Slowing his heartbeat and breathing deeply, Roger walked up to the desk.
“Hey, Al, did you get that memo from Mr. Stevens?”
Alejandro whipped around at the sound of Roger’s silky-smooth voice. It rang like music in his ears. Alejandro breathed in deeply, and struggled to control his heartrate. “Yeah. Uh… here it is!” he said. Then, realizing he had a stupid smile on his face, immediately erased it. “Our flight leaves at 8 tomorrow. We’re staying at the Ritz.”
“Okay, I’ll meet you at the airport at, say, 7:30?”
Roger couldn’t believe it! He didn’t know what he did wrong. There was Alejandro, smiling, but the second he saw Roger, goodbye happiness! Struggling to control his emotions, Roger walked out of the office. He hoped he’d be able to control himself on this trip.
Roger seemed to storm off very quickly. Al was confused – what had he done? He hoped the entire trip wouldn’t be like this.
The plane ride passed uneventfully. Alejandro slept most of the way. Roger occasionally tried to push him off his shoulder, but he actually liked him there.
Something did happen on the cab ride to the hotel. As the cabbie tried to get them through the seemingly endless traffic, Roger and Alejandro actually started to talk. Roger got very into the conversation, and started to use his hands. In fact, he was gesturing so emphatically that his hand – accidentally – ended up just past Alejandro’s leg. Roger might have let it stay there a bit too long.
“Fuck!” thought Roger as his hand recoiled violently. Luckily, Al didn’t say anything. He just smiled curiously.
Did Roger actually just touch his dick? Alejandro couldn’t believe it! That one touch sent shivers all through his body. Too overcome by the feeling, Al couldn’t do anything but smile like an idiot. “¿Por qué no me chingo?”
Both slightly uncomfortable, Roger and Alejandro got out of the taxi, which had managed to weave its way through the traffic and delivered them safely to the hotel. Roger stared at it in awe, amazed by the luxury.
“It’s beautiful…”
Alejandro laughed, but pleasantly. “Let’s see our room, shall we?”
The two walked up to the front desk and inquired after their room with the hotel employee. “Alright, its on the 33rd floor, one room, one bathroom, king sized bed –”
“What?” yelled Roger, barely concealing his excitement in the pretend anger. “We have a king-sized bed?”
“Stevens was planning on coming here… alone. We got his room,” replied Alejandro. “¡Chigame fuertemente!”
Roger quivered every time Alejandro spoke in his native language. If only he had learned English late enough to have an accent… oh well. “Is there any room with two beds you can put us in?”
“I’m very sorry,” replied the woman politely, “but we are fully booked. I guess you’ll just have to make do. Yoshiki here will show you to your room.”
Alejandro stared at the hot asian steward. He had that perfect, beautiful look that was very common in Asians. His think body had the grace of a dancer. Al especially noticed the firm, slightly round ass on the young man. Quiero comerlo todos el noche…
Yoshiki interrupted his fantasizing by grabbing their bags. “Follow me!” he said, in a perky, high, yet sexy voice.
Was Roger just dreaming, or did Al just check out the hot steward? “No, better not let your imagination run away with you, Rog. Al’s as straight as they come… yet there was that incident in the cab…”
They took the elevator up, to room 3374. “Here we are!” said Yoshiki as he opened the room. Did he smile when he saw the double bed? “I’ll be bringing your complementary wine in a minute. I’ll also be taking care off all your room service needs. Be right back!”
“Seems nice enough,” said Roger.
“Yeah. Listen, we need to talk,” replied Al, sitting at the edge of the bed.
Roger started to panic. What if this were about the accidental grope in the cab? “About what?”
Alejandro started to gather his courage. “You touched my dick.” Roger suddenly looked as if he was going to be sick. Oh well, it was too late now… “Would you mind doing it again?”
Roger was shocked! Here was Alejandro, manly man, hottie hot extraordinaire, sex god, asking him for a handjob! He knew just what to do. First rule of business – give the customer what they want… and more.
He knelt in front of Alejandro and slowly moved his hand up his leg. Alejandro leaned back. He couldn’t believe it! Al was always so sure that Roger wasn’t interested. But he wasn’t going to think about that now – he was concentrating on Roger’s soft hand unzipping the fly of his blue jeans…
Not bothering to remove his own cloths, Roger slowly pulled the jeans off Al’s legs, and could now see the sizable tent in his black boxers. Al pulled off his shirt, exposing his stunning six-pack abs. Roger moved his lips to the top, and slowly kissed down, down, down…
Roger had reached his destination. Locking his fingers in the elastic straps, his pulled the boxers off, revealing Al’s 9 inch Latino cock. It was perfect: long, slender, and just the right shade. Roger kissed all the way up the shaft, finally reaching the engorged head. He continued to peck it with tiny kisses, until Alejandro begged him to put it in his mouth
“Chupame el pito, por favor,” cried Al, trying to control himself. Thankfully, Roger opened his mouth wide and swallowed the first two inches. A moan of pleasure escaped Al’s lips.
Roger’s tongue had the talent of an Olympic gymnast. He swirled it around the head, shooting waves of almost unbearably intense pleasure coursing through Al’s body. Finally, Roger moved his head all the way down and deep throated the giant beast. Al really began to moan now, as he moved his hands to the back of Roger’s head, running his hands though the long hair – that glorious hair – that had enticed him so long ago.
Roger continued to move his head up and down the wondrous shaft, sucking with all his strength, tightening and loosening his mouth to increase the pleasure. Alejandro couldn’t take it for too long. “¡Voy a regarme! I’m gonna cum!”
Huge amounts of milky-white cum erupted into Roger’s throat and mouth. He swallowed most of it, though some did run down onto his chin. Al quickly licked it off, a huge smile plastered on his face. He lied down, as if he was done, but Roger had other ideas…
Alejandro looked up as Roger began to loosen the belt around his khaki’s. His shirt had already been discarded on the floor, revealing his lithe body. Suddenly, his pants and boxers fell, exposing a very nice, very erect, cut 8-incher.
Using his surprisingly strong hands, Roger flipped his new lover over, exposing his incredibly latin ass. Kneeling once again, Roger grabbed it with both hands, moved his face in, and began to lick.
“¡Sí, sí, dime el beso negro!” moaned Al as Roger gave him an unbelievable rimming using that marvelous tongue. “Give me that tongue!”
Once he had Alejandro’s ass responding to his stimuli, he stopped his probing tongue. Al wondered what was wrong, until he felt the tip of Roger’s dick begin to poke him.
Alejandro relaxed, and felt the amazing pleasure as this beautiful man slid his fine cock into his ass. With one of Roger’s hands jacking on his dick, and the other gently slapping his butt, Alejandro began to moan. His dick instantly became hard in Roger’s skillful grasp. His own moans mixed with Roger’s as he was rode like he had always wanted to be.
“¡Chíngame! ¡Chíngame fuertemente, hombre bonito!”
Although much less exotic, Roger’s own cries were no less intense. “Oh my god! Oh my fucking god! You’re fucking incredible!” Roger continued to plow his poker in and out, increasing in speed, the decreasing, yet always relentlessly pursuing its goal.
“¡Dios mío, es buenísimo!” wailed Al, as Roger’s dick hit him in just the right way.
“I’m gonna cum!” they both yelled together, and they did, Roger thrusting his load into his man’s fine ass, while Al shot his all over their bed. Laying next to each other, they exchanged one, sweet kiss.
Their special moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. Throwing on the robes they found in the closet, they opened it. Outside, on a tray, was their complementary wine. Also on the tray was a note:
Can I join you? – Yoshiki
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