Hotel Summers 2

“We’re here for your pleasure, sugah,” Rogue drawled on. “And we welcome any feedback. If you’d like us to change anything about how things are run around here, all you need to do is ask. Unless you don’t wanna ask; just take. We’re here to service you in any way you want. All of the staff wants you to stay here a long time.”

“A long time, huh?”

“Yes, sir. We want it very long.”

Then she came away from the prick and offered me the buttons of her uniform, brightly burnished. I started undoing them until the uniform top opened to her bra. Rogue hunched a shoulder and let me draw it off of her—hunching her other shoulder so I could totally strip it away, along with her top.

With that done, she leaned back just to show off her tremendous breasts. I felt like a slobbering fool just looking at them. They were like something a great sculptor would make out of marble: pale from Rogue’s constant hiding away of her body, yet perfect in every other way.

The pallor even enhanced her looks. She was milky white, without sag or discoloring—nothing but firm, solid flesh to her. And her nipples were big, crowning her breasts perfectly, the pinkish red of them and her areolas drawing the eye and letting it devour all the rest of her pillowy slopes. All I wanted at that moment was to suck on those nipples for the rest of my life.

“Take off my pants,” she whispered hotly to me, running both silk-skinned hands over me—she retained the white gloves of her profession. “I’ve taken them off myself too many times.” She moaned from how much she enjoyed feeling out my chiseled cheekbones, the muscles of my jaw. “I need a man to strip me. I need him to let me know with every stitch he takes off me that I don’t get to wear clothes until I get him off.”

I was happy to oblige, rolling her pants down along with her panties, admiring the luscious flesh that appeared with every inch the soft nylon lowered. I went slowly at first, but when her sex came into view, I couldn’t hesitate anymore. I yanked her bottoms away in a rush and took in the loveliess of her pubic thatch, a sweet little nest of russet hair with the required white stripe through it.

“Kiss it,” Rogue moaned. “Please, sugah, ah need you ta be sweet ta me!”

With her hands on my ears, she brought me down to the juncture of her thighs. I didn’t put up a fight. I didn’t know that I could. I felt hypnotized by that skunk-striped mane of hers and the paradoxically pleasing scent wafting out from it. I got down on the floor, situated her so that she leaned on her little stool against the accordion gate, and wrapped her legs around my neck so there was no way she could put them between me and her hot snatch.

“OOHH, lovah!” she squealed. “Show me how much you love that puss!”

And she rolled her hips against my mouth with a private vengeance. Every movement of hers was wiggling and twisting and pushing herself onto my tongue.

I licked her solidly. I sucked on the hairs of her cunt and swallowed her juices. I loved the smell even as it got stronger and stronger. I probed her twitching lips, plying her folds like a ship plows through waves. I speared into her and licked away her cream from her trembling inner walls. She held my head like she wanted to crush my skull, but all that energy went into her moaning and sighing and shaking her little ass.

My erection throbbed. Involuntarily I jabbed forward with my crotch, unable to keep myself from trying to fuck the air in lieu of getting inside of Rogue. My balls ached. Rogue’s taste was so overpowering that I felt like I could come at any moment. Thrills pulsed up and down my spine and I wanted to cry out from how good it felt to be licking Rogue.

I didn’t scream, but I didn’t hold in the overwhelming feeling either. I had to have her. I climbed up from the floor, forcing myself from the locked embrace of her thighs, and picked her up to brandish her against the wall like a battering ram into a castle gate.

She trilled lovingly when I entered her, pinning her against the side of the elevator, and barely able to wait as I got handholds on her luscious body so she didn’t fall out of the delicious alignment our bodies were in. She chanted her encouragement while I sent my fat cock all the way into her, throwing her legs around my waist and digging her heels into the small of my back. Her hands clasped on my shoulders. She bit at my ears, pulling on them with her teeth as I pounded into her sex.

I ramped up to a steady, speeding rhythm, holding her locked in place with my hands when I withdrew and then driving into her as deep as I could when I thrust. When I pulled away, Rogue looked down in disbelief at how much had been inside her—I took out all but the tip before I plunged back in, swift and solid, and she gasped each time.

Rogue tore at my shirt, ripping it to shreds, no more able to control herself than I was. And it was hard to blame her, considering how long she’d been waiting for this.

I vented my fury on her breasts as well as her welcoming sheath. With Rogue doubled up under my barrage, they were practically in my mouth anyway. I sucked the hell out of them, licking and biting, getting screams out of Rogue if not blood. The more I worked over her chest, the more her pussy convulsed. Pretty soon her hips were going like a machine in overdrive, swaying wildly in an attempt to get all the sex she had ever missed out on.

We were wound up like alarm clocks ready to go off. Finally, we snapped our coils. In a sudden rush, everything in me seemed to gush into Rogue. She took it, lurching at me, and the world flowed away in the flood. It just kept going, going, going.

“OOOOHH!” Rogue cried, panting and moaning, her cries intensifying the more she was filled. Pumping into her, I was locked in the highest heat I’d ever known.

We pushed together repeatedly, Rogue hungry for all she could get of this paroxysm. I was the same way, but the intensity had to decrease at a certain point. I kept pounding away at her, she kept dutifully taking it, but finally we could breathe again, regain our senses. We finished our last collisions, letting out whatever energy was left in us in a few small thrusts.

“Wow,” Rogue exclaimed when we finally stilled. “What a fuck!” She shook her head in astonishment. “I never dared tell myself it would be like that… couldn’t stand the thought that something like that was what I was missing out on! But… wow!”

“You don’t have to miss out on anything,” I told her, my cock still inside her. “I could give you some more later.”

“You bet! I don’t think I could ever get enough of that wonderful loving! But for now, we’re at your floor, sugah.” She giggled. “Time to get off!”

***

“Did it work?” Emma asked Scott. “Are you… me?”

She would’ve thought implanting the mental clone in Scott’s mind, even temporarily, would be immediately apparent. Scott was down in the most vivid and sensual hallucination she could give him while another her piloted his meat. But Scott didn’t seem any different. He held himself the same as always; muscle memory, perhaps?

“Emma,” Scott said, his voice lilting far more than her gruff manly-man had ever done on his own. “You look delectable. Mirrors don’t do you justice.”

“Nor photographs,” Emma agreed, mentally deciding to refer to the other her as Frost. She simply couldn’t think of ‘him’ as Scott. “But let’s get the camera anyway. That body simply must be preserved for posterity and since my darling Scott insists on throwing himself among bullets whenever possible…”

She turned to look around for where she’d set her camera, but the next thing she knew, powerful hands had shoved her to the bed. She landed on her face, bouncing up and down.

Rolling over, she cried, “Hey, watch the nose! You know it’s new! Wait, what are you doing?”

She had to ask. Frost was stripping off the starched black shirt Scott had left him in. He stood before her topless, his muscles rippling in the room’s warm light.

Emma was stopped short. Slim Scott might be, but he was no weakling. He had muscles that a weightlifter could be proud of.