Do it. Fuck my arse.” I pushed my hips forward, feeling first the stubborn barrier, then hearing her tortured yelp as the head of my cock broke thou...h, helped by the combination of her secretions and my saliva.“My God, you really are a slut aren’t you,” I spat, “coming in here wearing your Versace dress, or whatever it is, and then fucking the pot-boy in the toilets like a cheap whore. And to make it worse, you’re enjoying it, aren’t you, Ali?”“It hurts.” I don’t know why, but the thrill of. M., for three days. Then had three days off, and worked the 12-hour shift from 7:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m., and then another three days off. God how I just hated the night shift. It played havoc with my sleeping hours.Let me tell you alittle about me. I am 29 years old, 5'10" tall, 185 pounds. I have darkish blonde hair, with gray eyes. I keep myself fit and trim by working out at the hotel, on my three days off. I can use the hotel's exercise room, and pool, as long as it does not interfere with. Until he decides that the time is right."Her words gnawed at the pit of my stomach. I stared at her and found only resolute confirmation in her eyes. We rode in a kind of stiff silence for several minutes. I had laid awake for most of the night contriving devilishly erotic plans to further explore and exploit her lovely body. And now, only hours later, I was being told that I must wait? My mind swirled, filled with a black bile of total and complete frustration. All the while, my fingers played. Then I put on the stockings, teddy and slipped on my new panties. Nearly ready. I had bought some gear so I skinned up and thought I would smoke it before I opened the mag.Then the moment arrived. I hoped there would be pictures of hard-ons. Little did I know what I was in for. I took a deep breath and opened it up. The first page was the contents and underneath the words was a picture of two hard black cocks being wanked at each other, the helmets almost touching. Oh wow, fucking wow. Is this.