"Did you just cum?" he asked. "Yes, I did." He pulled out again and this time stepped up the stairs until his cock was aligned with my face. "You suck...your juices off me right now," he said, "Next time, don't you cum until I say you can." I moaned my assent as he fucked my face, his balls whacking my chin. I gagged and moaned and tried to push him off me to no avail. He continued until tears were streaming down my face. "You learned your lesson didn't you?" he asked. I moaned on his cock and he. I didn't want to be that close to anybody this week. I started to turn to the right to try the other end of the campground, but something in the back of my mind suggested I give my regular spot a try, just to see how bad it could be.As I rounded the last stand of trees and came out into my spot, I noticed that though my neighbors were close, a set of trees separated us enough that I would probably feel a sense of privacy, as long as they were relatively quiet.I sat down on a log at the edge of. "My face!?!" he finally found his voice; he brought his hand up to it. "It's, it's covered with...." "Whiskers!" both girls said at once. "And a bruise," Mrs. Bradley said. +++ The Shady Rest Hotel was a two story, simple Victorian clapboard house, dirty yellow with white trim. There was a fat man tilted back in a rocking chair on the front porch. He had on an old pair of gray slacks, and an open gray sweater that showed his red plaid shirt. "Oh. Hello, Mr. Douglas," Joe Carson said, pushing. " "I know, you told me that," I said moving in front of her. She opened her mouth, but I stepped back. "Ask me." "What?" "Ask me." "Oh god.... Please, can I suck your cock." She said it rather wisely butI still enjoyed it and let her. As she sucked I explained our new relationship,in between my moans of pleasure. "Now, Ann, you know I could fuck you if I wanted too. But I'll respect yourwhishes, but I want you and your barmaids to be more 'friendlier' to me whenI come in. Is that clear?" She.