Billy Ray's Itenerancy

And it so happened to pass that Billy Ray's lair lay far away in a land named Rancho Santa Margarita. It was enough to make one want to drink an entire BOTTLE of Patron.

He came down on a Saturday, not wanting to be intrusive or see the disaster of my closet, he had booked a room at the Double Tree in Hazard center.

"We can go in at 1," he said.

"Right after lunch!" I exclaimed.

"No," he said flatly, "it will BE lunch, or to be more precise, darlin' you will be my lunch."

He collected me in his eco mobile. Poor dear, he feels so guilty about his oil tycoonery.

The inside of the hotel is set up so that you have to descend a long stair case to get to the front desk.

The desk clerk gave him the key card and off we went to the room.

He opened the door and we went in. Two beds.

"One for now-and one for later," he said simply. Then: "Strip."

I obeyed. Quickly I took off everything, folded it neatly and then pulled back the coverlet of the bed and sat.

"Now Hilda, darlin'. I just want you to lie back," I obeyed putting my head on the pillow. "that's right, get comfortable," he took the pillow from the other side of the bed and placed it under my hips. "Nice, very nice," he kicked off his shoes and sat beside me. "I just want to look at you," he traced the contours of my face-and then kissed me, putting his top lip between mine for me to suck and then, he flicked his tongue inside my mouth a bit. Then he ran his mouth down to my neck while he caressed my breasts, "beautiful," he picked up the left one and placed the nipple in his mouth, he sucked gently and then moved to the right one. Last he pushed them together and licked both nipples at once. He put his hand between my legs, "Oh, yeah, you're getting wet, baby doll." He took out his cock and brought it to my mouth, "Suck it."

I did. My hands moving up and down his shaft as I sucked and licked at the head.

"That's enough," he said, taking my hands and pinning my wrists down, he turned my body so that my ass was right on the edge of the bed, my legs open and waiting, he pushed his hard thick cock into me, making me cry out. "Hilda, oh Hilda, I'm going to fuck you."

"Yes, yes, fuck me," I murmured, struggling to get my hands free as he continued to hold my wrists.

"You will not move," he commanded, fucking me harder and harder.

I remained still, yet still contracting around him.

"I said, still," he broke out of me, turned me over and spanked me lightly, his cock shiny with my juices. "Now suck," he commanded. "Good, good, my filthy little one, suck it good," he said, his hands on my hair. I put my hands on his cock to help, as it was too big to suck all the way down, my tongue licking at his frenulum and I went up and down his shaft, my hand pulling back his foreskin to cover his cock-and then pulling it down and off the head with my mouth, working my hand in a circle up and down his cock. "Hilda," he moaned and I felt him grow even harder.

At this point, his suit had become quite the impediment, so he took off his shirt, his pants and his boxers, leaving his tie on, that he slung back over his shoulder.

He then pressed my shoulders back into the pillow, then I felt his tongue on my pussy, licking and sucking, he moved east to west, "are you almost there, darlin', are you close?"

"Yes, yes,"

He stopped and the thrust his cock inside me. "This time, I want you to squeeze it, each time I pull it in and then as I pull it out."

He pushed into me slowly. I squeezed around his cock-and then he pulled out, ever so slowly with my next breath and I squeezed again. "That's it, darlin', I want to feel your hot wet pussy squeezing around my cock, keep it up, oh yeah. That's good, good, but now, darlin' I want to feel you come around my cock." He flipped me over and entered me from behind slowly and carefully. He put his fingers in my mouth and then he began playing with my clit, back and forth, slow and light, as he thrust his cock inside me, but picking up speed and pressure until finally, I began to sing-and he was still. "That's it, darlin', I can feel it, you feel so good, so tight." And when I stopped pulsing he picked up speed, his cock going in and out of me, his hand again, rubbing at my clit. He brought his cock in and out of me, faster and faster, until he spent. I was still. And then, I contracted around his cock as his vibrations began to fade. And I came again, as his hand didn't stop until he heard me sing.

"Billy Ray."

"Hilda."

"I think I love you."

"Right back atcha."

I remain,

Hilda Stinson