To think it had been so long since I had been able to taste a cock that I was willing to do this. I was kneeling, blindfolded, in a black t-shirt and ... pair of jeans with the ass cut out, kneeling on the floor of my hotel room with my boss in the room across the hall. It was just a few minutes after midnight and I was drunk, high on poppers, and horny as hell. Being bi and in the closet, I wasn’t able to hook up at ‘home’ much anymore, so it came down to taking advantage of a business trip to. Think about the higher frequency of needing to pee because of amuch smaller blather or the fact that I never use the urinals. Therestrooms at work are those stalls under which you can look to seepeople's feet. In those stalls I couldn't drop my panties too low aspeople might see them looking under the door or wall. Another this isthe distinct female hissing peeing sound I now make. A sound that youwouldn't hear at any men's room. Or what to think about the specificsound of removing the hygiene. She took a tube of pink lipstick and painted it on my lips, telling me that it would be used as a marker for how far down I made it on each cock. She then took the smallest dildo and placed it at my lips, applying a bit of pressure as I took it all the way in. Alice then had me clamp down my lips, leaving a thick pink O at the base of the cock before she removed it. She repainted the lipstick on my lips and repeated this process through the 8" cock. She picked up the 9" cock and I knew there. “Oh Shit I’m gonna come!” Jim yelled out from behind me, pistoning his cock into my ass. The slap of his hips onto my buttocks pushed me even further onto Jason’s cock, and I swallowed again involuntarily as he pushed forward, bringing my nose all the way to his flat belly. The rocking of his hips pushed his finger against my clit and I suddenly saw stars. I felt an explosion of pleasure from my clit through my pussy all the way to my head. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through me as I.