by Vivien Sparx
As far as sex establishments go in the Hollywood area, 'Jaspers' is one of the better ones. It has a discreet frontage, shaded by a heavy green awning and the entrance to the shop is down an adjoining alley. The clientele are the usual mix of frustrated businessmen, horny teenage boys and deviates. It does a good trade. I know Jasper Searl personally. I'm one of his better customers, so he's always willing to return a favor or two.
I arrived at 'Jaspers' just after 9pm and waited in the car until I recognized one of Jasper's staff push open the alleyway door. The lad held the door open for me and I stepped past him, out of the warm night into a dimly lit room. The air-conditioning was on; the room was cool.
Jasper Searl was leaning over a glass display counter that was filled with vibrators. He was counting money from a cash register. He looked up at me and beamed a smile.
“Room 4,” he said. There was half a cigar in an ashtray under the counter. Jasper stuffed it into the corner of his mouth and held out his hand.
He wasn't a bad looking guy. He was a bit scruffy; his face was bristly with unshaven stubble, and his greying hair was a curly mess. He was probably in his fifties. He had a pretty good shape though, and I figured he would have been a good catch in his heyday.
I took Jasper's hand and let him lead me through an open doorway down a dark corridor. I was wearing a short leather skirt and a white blouse. I figured it was the least I could wear to go out in public. But I did trade. In exchange for the skirt and blouse, I'd left my panties and bra at home.
We walked past several closed doors and then Jasper pushed open a door on the left. We stepped inside.
It was a small room, maybe ten feet square. The walls were painted black. Along one wall was a bench as wide as a single bed. Next to the bench was a chair. There were clothes hooks on the back of the door. The floor was polished timber boards. Fixed to one of the walls was a flat-screen monitor for playing porn clips. And then, cut into the opposite wall at waist height, was a hole about three inches wide. A glory hole. The edges of the opening were covered with thick padding tape. The only light in the room came from a low-watt red bulb that hung from flex cord in the ceiling.
“Nice,” I said. “Cozy.”
Jasper snatched the cigar from the corner of his mouth and smiled like he'd just won 'Home Beautiful's Annual Award'. He pulled me close and whispered, “She's in there. They got here about ten minutes ago. You haven’t missed much because most of her guests are still on their way.”
I was relieved. I didn't want to miss any of Alicia's challenge.
“Your man is in there with her at the moment, and a young guy I’ve never seen before. You can watch through the hole.”
I leaned closer than I needed and whispered, “Thank you, Jasper!” My hand brushed against his cock very lightly. I felt him flinch in surprise. “If you want, you're welcome to keep me company,” I invited.
I moved the chair over to where the glory hole was and set it sideways against the wall. I got myself comfortable, and eased up the hem of my skirt until it was high around my waist. I spread my legs and began to lightly rub and tease the glistening lips of my pussy.
Jasper got on his knees and crawled between my legs.
I have no troubles with age. I'm thirty-three. I've fucked eighteen-year-old boys and sixty-year-old men (including my father and his agent). I've had wonderful, mind-shattering orgasms with teenage girls, and women in their fifties. It's never mattered to me how old a person was. All that mattered was how good the sex was, and Jasper turned out to be an enthusiastic pussy licker.
I waited until my new lover's tongue had found the sensitive little button of my clit, and then I turned my head to look through the glory hole at the scene unfolding in Room 4.
Jasper had thought of everything. The room was better lit than this room, and there was a big mattress on the floor beside the bench. I began to rock my hips in rhythm to Jasper's tongue and felt a first excited gush of warm pussy juice leak into his mouth.
Next door, Alicia was on her hands and knees, bent over the padded bench. The young man who had been first to arrive was mounting her from behind. He was thrusting deep into her pussy. He had his shirt off, and his chest was slick with a fine sheen of sweat from his efforts. Alicia's body was rocking and bumping to each of his thrusts. He had pulled her bra off. It hung over one shoulder and her breasts were keeping time with his strokes. Her eyes were closed, and there was a faintly satisfied smile on her face. As I watched the man reached around and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing and pinching Alicia's nipple. She moaned in response.
Against the far wall, Stephen had his jeans off. He had his cock in his hand, gently stroking and massaging himself. He watched Alicia with a hypnotic kind of fascination.
I turned my attention to Jasper for a moment. His tongue was hunting my clit with short, quick flicks, and I could feel the wetness of my pussy begin to well up inside me. I put my hand on the back of Jasper's head and pulled him hard against me. He moaned and snuffled... then thrust his tongue deep inside me. I came instantly, stiffening and arching my back as a wonderful orgasm swept me away.
I held Jasper's face to my pussy until I had nothing left... and then he slumped backwards on the floor. We were both gasping and panting for breath.
I keep myself waxed smooth, and I love the feel of my own fingers lightly tickling my clit just after I've cum. Often, when I do it just right, I can bring on a second, smaller orgasm within minutes. I reached down and began to lightly finger myself, keeping my eyes locked on Jasper. It was a sexual thing; an erotic exhibition that made me horny as hell. I was half way to a second little heaven when I heard the clump of heavy footsteps in the hall. A door opened and closed again a few moments later. Men's voices of approval and arousal.
Alicia's guests had finally arrived.
Dammit! My orgasm would have to wait.
I turned my attention back to the glory hole just in time to see Alicia begin to be overwhelmed by men.
The man mounting her from behind looked like he was just seconds away from exploding. His face was twisted into an ecstatic kind of agonized grimace that I have seen on so many men's faces before. He was pounding Alicia with hard, fast jackhammer strokes. A low, guttural moan escaped from her lips... and then suddenly the man pulled out of her pussy and was on his feet beside her. Alicia turned, her mouth open, just in time. The man forced his cock down her throat and threw his head back in release.
I watched Alicia closely. Her throat worked, her lips sucked, and the guy emptied his balls in her mouth. She held herself for him, not moving, letting him use her completely until he was finished. Then the man pulled his cock out of her mouth and slumped against the closest wall. Alicia ran her tongue around her lips and mouthed a silent, 'Thank you,” to the man.
It was nicely done.
There were five other men in the room apart from Stephen. Two of them were bearded guys who looked like bikers. One man looked about Jasper's age, and there were two other guys, maybe in their mid-twenties. They gathered around Alicia's naked body and their own clothes quickly disappeared. The room was suddenly filled with flesh.
One of the bikers sat on the bench and pulled Alicia's mouth onto his fat cock while the two younger guys knelt behind her. I saw one of them slide his finger into Alicia's pussy. She began to buck and move her hips. The other biker and the old man had their cocks in their hands, stroking themselves and waiting their turn.
Without realizing it, I had been stroking my pussy while I watched Alicia take a mouthful of cum from her first lover. Now, as I waited for the action in Alicia's room to heat up again, I turned my attention back to my own needs.
While I had been distracted, Jasper had peeled off his trousers. He was on his knees in front of me, stroking himself and staring at my pussy. I watched him for a moment and then snaked two fingers deep inside myself. Jasper moaned, and so did I. Then I slowly began to finger-fuck myself. As I began to thrust deeper and harder into myself,
Jasper stroked himself more vigorously. It was as if he was imagining my fingers were his cock. We kept time with each other, and the momentum built quickly.
Then I had an idea.
I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, leaned forward and pressed them against Jasper's mouth. He opened wide and licked the sticky sweet juice.
“Good boy,” I cooed softly. “I think you deserve a reward.”
I stood up and pulled Jasper to his feet. He looked at me in total confusion as I turned him around until he was near the chair and the glory hole. Then I stepped close behind him and took his cock in my hand.
Jasper's cock wasn't ever going to win a prize. It was standard in every way. Regular length. Regular thickness. It was uncircumcised, so I knew his knob would be ultra-sensitive when I rolled the foreskin back.
I pressed myself up against Jasper, grinding my pussy and my breasts hard against his back. His cock seemed to get a little stiffer, and I immediately began to stroke him.
“You'll have to be quick, sweetie,” I whispered in his ear. “I don't want to miss my girl getting gang-banged, so you cum for mummy.”
I thought he was going to swallow his tongue!
It's amazing what a few (well-chosen) words can do to a man. Jasper suddenly began to tremble. It started in his feet and worked its way like a vibration all the way to his thighs.
“Say... say it again,” he pleaded.
I smiled to myself, and increased the firmness of my grip on his cock. My strokes became a little faster.
“Mummy wants you to cum,” I said. “But you must give me warning. You mustn't cum until mummy tells you to.”
He nodded jerkily. Then he sucked in an enormous breath and held it. And held it. And held it....!
“I'm close!” he said seconds later. “I'm really close!”
I stopped stroking Jasper's cock. His hips were making small thrusts into the air. I scooted around him and pulled the chair away from the glory hole. Then I pushed him up against the wall so his cock stabbed into Room 4.
He turned his head to look at me. There was a confused, bewildered and disappointed look in his eye. He didn't understand.....
And then suddenly his eyes seemed to roll up into the back of his head.
“Ohhhh, fuck!” he said.
I imagined Alicia on the other side of the wall. She would have seen Jasper's cock suddenly appear in front of her, and she would have remembered my warning to refuse no man. So she had done what was expected of her. I had primed Jasper's pump to the point of exploding. A few seconds inside Alicia's hot mouth was all it took.
Jasper jerked. Then jerked again. He screwed up his face and growled. Then he just stood there with a dazed, satisfied look on his face for a few seconds. When he stepped away from the wall his cock was soft.
I dropped to my knees quickly and stared through the glory hole. Alicia had long white strands of Jasper’s cum dripping from her chin. The biker on the bench who she had been blowing was scooping up the cum and forcing it into her mouth. When there was no more for her to swallow, he forced her back onto his own cock and resumed pumping himself into her.
One of the young guys had started fucking Alicia from behind while she continued to suck the biker's cock, but the guy didn't seem happy about the position. He was pumping into her pussy, but he had no rhythm. Finally he pulled out and stood against the far wall. His buddy took his place and grabbed Alicia's hips so fiercely, I could see his fingers digging deep into her flesh. Then he leaned over her, his weight heavy on her back.
The guy was scratching and clawing at her back, humping and thrusting into her with his weight pressing her and forcing her into submission
Ecstasy!
Instantly Alicia's expression changed. She closed her eyes and began to pant in short gasps of breath. Faster and faster as the guy rode her. I saw her hands turn into fists and her mouth suddenly pulled off the biker's cock as she moaned through a shattering orgasm.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she groaned. “Yeeeeesssss!”
Her whole body heaved and convulsed in a series of waves for almost a minute until her orgasm had subsided, leaving her weak and exhausted.
Then the guy behind her suddenly stiffened as his own orgasm overtook him. He went rigid, the muscles and veins in his neck and chest bulging and glistening with sweat. He froze while his cock pumped a load of cum deep inside Alicia.
The biker on the bench began to stroke his cock to the final stages of his own orgasm. When he was on the brink, he wrenched Alicia's head down to his balls.
“Lick my nuts, you fuckin' slut!” he growled.
Alicia's tongue went to work, her head held in place by the biker as he stroked himself. He was grinding himself against Alicia's open mouth.
“Yes...” he grunted. “That's it, baby. Lick those balls...”
Then he grabbed a handful of Alicia's hair and lifted her face out of his crotch, holding her head flat against his stomach.
“Open!” he ordered, and she did, just in time for him to shoot his load into her waiting mouth.
Alicia waited until he had finished cumming. Then she swallowed what was in her mouth and began licking the spilled cum from the biker's hairy stomach.
He sat there, sighing like a man who had eaten a big dinner, while Alicia's tongue chased and sucked up his seed.
Things went quiet for a moment. There was no moaning, no gasping, and no grunting. It was as if everyone was catching his or her breath.
The ceasefire lasted just a few seconds. Then the young guy who had unhappily been mounting Alicia from behind, wrapped his arms around her stomach and rolled her flat onto her back. She spread herself out on the mattress, and the guy knelt between her open waiting legs.
There was cum trickling down her thigh from his friend, but he didn't seem to mind going seconds. He guided his cock deep inside her pussy, and Alicia automatically wrapped her legs around his, pulling him into her.
I watched the young guy pumping into Alicia. I had to admit she had been up to the challenge so far. I could find no fault in her performance.
His arms braced the guy above Alicia. She was lying on her back, her head turned off to the side. I saw her wave her hand, and I followed the direction of the wave. I realized she was gesturing to the old man. He dutifully dropped to his knees and crawled next to her face.
Alicia opened her mouth and swallowed the old man's cock. She was looking up into his eyes, using her hand to rub and massage his balls. The old man looked down at her with a weird expression on his face.
A few minutes later he was convulsing with his own orgasm. He put his hands on his hips and bucked a couple of times. Alicia took his cum in her mouth and made a nice show of swallowing it down while the old man watched her adoringly.
The only guy not in the action (apart from Stephen) was the second biker. I couldn't figure him out. He just stood against the far wall, stroking his cock. It was hard, and it looked like it was a pretty good size too. But he never tried to force himself into the action. He just stood there, watching with fascination as every other guy fucked and got sucked.
The young stud on top of Alicia went rigid with his own orgasm a few minutes later, pumping a second load into her pussy. Alicia lay there until the guy began to ease himself off her, and then blew him a thank you kiss! The guy wiped his brow like it had been hard work. I was waiting for him to say, “why thank you, ma'am,” in a John Wayne cowboy drawl.
But he didn't.
Another pause in the action. This one longer. Alicia lay on the mattress, her legs spread wide, the tangle of her panties and bra long discarded, and holes in her stockings. She had an amazingly satisfied expression on her face. While she lay there most of the men were dressing. One by one they left. None of them said a word.
Finally there was just Stephen and the second biker in the room.
“Are you gonna fuck her, man?” the biker asked. He had a voice that sounded like gravel in a cement mixer.
Stephen hesitated. Ther
e was a hunger in his eyes... but he also knew he was not supposed to be part of the night's challenge.
“I... er...”
“Please,” the biker said.
Stephen hesitated a moment longer, and then finally shrugged. His cock was hard and glistening. He stepped onto the mattress and lay down beside Alicia.
Automatically Alicia reached for his cock and began stroking him. I saw him shudder deliciously.
Then she rolled over on top of him, spreading her legs and capturing his cock inside her pussy in a single deft motion.
“Awww!” Stephen grunted. Alicia looked down at him, and leaned forward. She offered one of her breasts to his open mouth and he suckled at her hungrily. Then she began to twist and rock her hips, gyrating round and round, riding him with quick, fluid motions.
Stephen clamped his big hands around her waist, pulled her down on top of him, and held her there. Then he began to pump his cock up into her pussy, stabbing upwards with quick strokes.
“Use me!” I heard Alicia pleading. “I'm yours. Use me!”
Stephen roared. His orgasm must have been a monster. He bucked and pumped and thrust again and again into Alicia's dripping pussy, emptying himself, and filling her with a third load of warm cum.
They lay there together, his arms wrapped around her and she waited pliant and patient until his breathing had settled. Then she slid off his shriveled cock.
Instantly, the second biker was next to her, taking her gently by the hand. He sat Alicia on the bench; laying her back against the wall and lifting her legs so they were spread wide apart on the edge of the bench.
He dropped to his knees between her legs, and began to stroke his big cock furiously.
Alicia lay back and waited.
“Pull your pussy lips apart for me...” the gravel-voiced biker gasped. Alicia did as he asked, and as soon as she did, a thick gush of white cum spilled out of her pussy. The biker leaned forward with exquisite slowness, thrust out his tongue... and licked up the trail of seed from out of her pussy.
Alicia groaned. The man moaned.