A ten bob note loosened his tongue “Mister and Mrs Smith,” the clerk said, “Mr Smith is a regular but he seems to bring a different Mrs Smith o... every visit.”“Slimy looking cove, tightwad, tight trousers, slicked down hair,” I ventured.“Averse to tipping, sir, not generous as per you gentlemen,” the clerk agreed, “Would you care for a pass key?” It cost a damn fiver.We proceeded to the top floor not without incident as the elevator failed to elevate with our entireity aboard so some had to. ’ ‘Relax,’ he says, holding still, his dick still in position. ‘We need gel,’ I say. ‘No,’ he says, ‘we like it rough. We’re purists, nothing but Afro-American saliva to lubricate our passion.’ ‘Please,’ I say. He’s still holding still, the pain is subsiding slowly. ‘How do you feel,’ he asks after an eternity. ‘Better,’ I say. ‘I’m in by three inches, five more to go.’ I wiggle my butt. He slaps it casually. ‘More spit,’ I plead. ‘OK, he says, but it’ll hurt again.’ He exits, spits. I pleaded to fuck me. But he never replied. But he returned with a bottle of whisky. I now again prayed to give me a fuck. I hold his hand and placed on my cunt and said “Please, Muthu sir, fuck me. I will give u whatever you want. You promised me to help. Please help this pussy to relief from its itch. Please… This bitch really wants a hot fuck… This pussy really loves your dick… Let it eat your monster tool…please” I uttered…by this time he have gulped two pegs and gave me the bottle. Now he. She heard him proceed to jerk and went to her room with the image of her brother's cock engraved in her mind. It must have been at least 8 inches long and it looked really fat. 'How hot would it feel to have such a fat dick belonging to my own brother up my arse,' Jo thought to herself. With that in mind, she undressed and took from her bedside cabinet the vibrator she had 'borrowed' from her mother's bedroom. After curiously smelling it, she proceeded to lubricate it by fucking her sopping wet.