This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Oper...tors of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my stories, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author. You may not make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged. "May I help you, Sir?" the blonde gal behind the desk asked. Angie, her nametag said."Yes, I believe you have a package for me, Darren Davis." Oh, yes sir!" she replied enthusiastically. She handed him a large clothing box and a note. "You can use the Alamo Room. On the right down that hall, Mr. Davis. Have fun!"Darren smiled and carried the box and the note to the Alamo Room. The box was, he was sure, was his costume for the evening's festivities, whatever they may be.He entered the Alamo Room. Thinking it over, she knew that he wasn’t just a construction worker. He owned two houses and the construction company. In a way, owning the houses didn’t seem like that big of a deal. Her cousin Sandra owned one and she had bought it for a dollar and back taxes. So owning those houses wasn’t really like owning regular houses. Admittedly, she knew that she didn’t really know that much about home ownership.She glanced at the end of the street and spotted an antique car turning the corner. It was. Once you have your fist in that sloppy wet pussy, you have permission to cum and expel, as you please? Lost connection or my Puppy slut lost in subspace??? Hmmmm???dogslave: feels so goodjaymac: have you cum/expelled?dogslave: Yes sirjaymac: And tell have you ever done anything like that before?dogslave: No Sir, a first? i never fisted myself before. i’m the first thing i’ve ever fisted, ha hajaymac: And how much did you enjoy that?dogslave: More than a lot of things i’ve ever tried, and i’m.