This story is about a particular waitress named Sally, a twenty year old woman that worked in the same town I laid over in. For a couple of years we...became close, so close that she would often stop by my hotel room after work,which of course was to have sex. She was a pretty brunette,slim body,a personality that mirrored mine so we hit it off right away.She did have a boyfriend but being only 20 she hadn’t planned on getting married and just played the field. That was until she and I had our. . looking...You want this, don't you? It wasn't a question. He knew my answer. He unzipped himself as he stood there over me. Reached in and pulled out his penis. It was semi-hard. Jet black and shiny and growing. I wanted it. He was giving it.... it was a lovely looking cock. The kind I admired most when I looked at pictures of naked men. Circumcised. A nice big helmet, the kind I imagined sucking when I thought about sucking cock... I reached out and took him in my hand. Hefting the weight of. Then he spurts and spurts and spurts his cum into my cunt. I can feel it pulsing through his cock, spurting out and hitting my cunt walls. All the sensations magnified as his orgasm sends me right back into another. Not quite down from the previous, I am flying, again. Higher this time. Desperately holding onto my mind, my being, as my body is now owned and no longer mine to control. The orgasm owns me and carries me, leads me through shocks of impulse sensations coursing through me. Then … I. As she sat down, he went into the kitchen and returned a couple minutes later with two cups of hot tea. "I thought you might like something warm to take the chill off - I noticed you aren't wearing a jacket or anything," he said, offering her one of the cups."Thank you. You are very kind," she said. "You know my name, but I still don't know yours," he said."I am called Alexia," she said simply."Alexia, that is a very pretty name. So where are you from Alexia and what were you doing crying on.