Attack the bellhop ...

Alyssa’s heart skipped a couple beats as she watched the car leave the drive. When she turned back to face the hotel, her heart stopped dead! Robert was standing there, holding the cart, ready to escort her back to her room. His eyes devoured her as they both stood their staring at each other. There was no denying the need in Alyssa’s crotch now. The instant recollection of Robert’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy the night before pervaded her mind. Alyssa knew what needed to be done. Only one thing could be done to resolve her current plight. She broke the somewhat awkward silence, “I guess you know what room.” She snickered as she walked by the young staff member, leaving him gawking at her outfit. He hurriedly dragged the cart, catching up to her as she stood waiting at the bank of elevators. Robert maneuvered the cart into the nearest elevator before Alyssa entered, and pressed the “8” button. She watched Robert sidle up behind her in the mirrored walls. Without any pretense, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled open her jacket, mashing her tits with his big hands. She could feel his hot breath on her ears before he leaned in and began nibbling on her neck. Robert wasted no time zeroing in on the already hard buds, pinching, pulling, and twisting them until Alyssa fluttered her eyes and moaned her appreciation. Robert continued his tortuous **** on the raven patron as the elevator ascended up the shaft. He pressed his own rising shaft between the firm round cheeks of her ass. Alyssa offered no resistance to his advances. She actually pressed back into him, enjoying the feel of his youthful aggressiveness. Unfortunately the ding of the elevator bell announcing their arrival onto the eighth floor interrupted their impromptu session. Alyssa playfully tugged her jacket back into place just before the doors opened up revealing an elderly couple waiting to descend. Alyssa smiled, nearly breaking into a laugh as she exited and scampered down the hallway to her room, leaving Robert in her dust as he maneuvered the cumbersome cart around the couple and down the hall. She entered the room and held the door open, waiting for Robert to arrive with her packages.

The cool crisp air from the air conditioner in the room, sent shivers through her body as she waited for Robert. She could feel the goose bumps rise on her skin as Robert pulled the cart into the room. As soon as the cart had cleared the doorway, Alyssa slammed the door shut, and bull-rushed Robert, pushing him backwards till he fell back upon the bed. She pounced upon him like a hungry mountain lion, pinning its prey beneath her. She mashed her face against his, sealing her lips over his, driving her tongue deep into his throat. Keeping him pinned beneath her, Alyssa shucked out of her jacket, allowing Robert to paw at her tits while she literally tore open his trousers, fishing out his rigid pole. Alyssa managed to wriggle out of her sweat slacks while maintaining an effective duel with her tongue, battling Robert’s as it tickled her tonsils. Alyssa didn’t want to wait any longer. She raised her hips and settled her wet pussy back down on Robert’s crotch, guiding his heat seeking missile inside her silo. She groaned happily around the fat tongue in her throat as the fat prick slid easily into her pussy.

Alyssa humped up and down, keeping her love toy pinned beneath her, squeezing her muscles so that she could milk the shaft of all its juice. She humped with such fury, that it was hard for Robert to withstand the pleasurable sensations. With his pants still around his thighs, and his shirt and vest still on, Robert began fucking back, meeting Alyssa with each powerful thrust. He grunted each time he pushed upward as his older lover slammed down. She cried out as each thrust slammed his cock head against her cervix, threatening to pop into her womb.

Alyssa was ecstatic, singing to the skies as every thrust pushed her closer and closer to ignition. Now that Robert was humping back, she knew that the explosion would be near. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate his great length, as each successive thrust was met with less and less resistance. She felt his balls slap up against her ass every time she humped down. She felt his pole throb in anticipation of the final explosion. She could feel her heart racing to catch up to his. She squeezed down to prepare for the onslaught which came on the next thrust. Robert locked his legs stiff, arching his back, raising his ass off the bed, pushing his sword as deep as possible before freezing solid. A split second later, he heaved a heavy exasperated breath, screaming loudly enough to alert the other rooms, as the rockets fired beneath him, sending powerful jets of hot spunk out of his blaster.

Alyssa matched his screams in pitch as the hot lava splattered her insides. The copious fluids continued flowing from the entrenched pulsing prod, as Alyssa continued squeezing, milking every last drop with her muscles before collapsing atop the young stud. She kept her captured prey underneath her as she rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly recover to a normal rate. She, however, didn’t let his deflating cock slip from her grip. Neither one moved for several minutes, each one luxuriating in the comfortable afterglow.

If Robert thought this was going to be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am session, he was grossly mistaken. Alyssa propped herself up on her hands, looking at Robert through her wildly tossed hair. The fire remained in her eyes, knowing that her young lover should be able to recover quickly enough for another go-round. Robert sensed the crazed wild lust, as she slowly and methodically unbuttoned his vest and his shirt, keeping his, only half-deflated, willie trapped between her legs. She dragged her long, manicured nails across his muscular chest, leaving trails of red claw marks. She fell back upon his chest and engulfed his nipples in her mouth. She hungrily chewed on the rock hard pebbles, reigniting the fire in her lover’s loins. She cooed merrily as she felt the muscle swell from inside. Alyssa hitched her feet up to Robert’s waist, and sat upright, still impaled on his cock. In this position she felt as if his cock was buried in her ribcage. It was deliriously delightful for her. She kept Robert entranced as she stared deep into his eyes, slowly wriggling her hips to some imaginary music, moving his tumultuous muscle within her crotch. She grabbed her own tits, and played with them, much the same way as she did when she was in the cab. She continued teasing her playmate, feeling him gel into hardness once again, while also raising herself to another plateau. After several minutes of pleasing herself, Alyssa leaned backwards and tugged on Robert’s trousers, encouraging him to wriggle out of them. Alyssa moaned and groaned appreciatively as Robert writhed about, trying to shimmy out of his black slacks. His cock danced wildly inside her flooded twat, igniting delightful tremors inside her body. By the time Robert kicked his trousers free, Alyssa was singing to the gods.

She could feel the abundant spunk seep from her pussy, leaking onto Robert. Alyssa sat back up on her knees, capturing Robert’s stare once again. She reached back and fondled his balls, gently massaging the leaking love juice into the crinkled skin. The loving touch on the sensitive skin caused his cock to twitch uncontrollably. She continued rubbing the special concoction all over his nut sack, occasionally spreading some on her butt cheeks, as she methodically rocked back and forth on her hips. She brought the coated fingers to her mouth and playfully suckled on them, further driving Robert wild with lust. She trickled the wet finger down between her heaving breasts, across her rippling belly, down to her parted petals. She rubbed the base of his cock while occasionally diddling her clit, keeping the pulsing-pounder in her pussy. Slowly but surely her finger became more insistent, exposing the bright pink bud. The finger furiously stroked the miniature cock, while the big cock pulsed behind it. Alyssa shook her head, sending her flailing wildly as the sweat poured from her pores. She screamed to the high heavens again as she bucked on the saddle horn wedged in her crotch. She rode out another orgasm as she heaved and her pussy convulsed, unsuccessfully milking another load from Robert. However, his cock was still hard, and he was ready for some serious fucking.

When Alyssa collapsed atop of him, he took advantage of the situation and became the aggressor. He flipped the exhausted lady over, and plowed right back into the fertile field lay spread out before him. He wasted no time, fucking brutally into her, slamming his hips down into hers. He could feel his cock hitting her walls as he pounded the hammer hard. He increased his tempo, slowly making it to jackhammer status, rocking the bed beneath them. The mattress creaked, threatening to snap on every forceful slam into her hungry snatch. It didn’t take long for Alyssa to short-circuit once more, as she began thrashing wildly beneath the rampant youth. Her eyes rolled back as the stars whizzed by her head, rocketing into oblivion. Her third orgasm just ripped in her in shreds.

Before she knew what had even happened, Robert had flipped her once more, positioning her on her elbows and knees, with her head near the wall. He speared her cunt again with his long pole, pounding her from the rear. He resumed his tumultuous pace, pushing the rag doll into the wall with every thrust. Alyssa was flying through the blackness of space, screaming her passion as Robert’s cock plundered her depths. He was fucking with such **** that she could feel his cock in her throat, threatening to pop through her mouth. Her pussy continued a series of involuntary contractions around the racing piston smoothly pumping in her tight valve. Robert reached forward wrapping his hand in her wildly tossed hair, and grabbed a handful for leverage. He yanked back on the rein, snapping her head up and back, causing her to shriek in a high pitch. Robert rode the bucking bronco for several minutes, rocking the filly to and fro. The headboard was banging methodically into the wall at this point. With his free hand, Robert smacked the upturned ass, repeatedly, causing her circuitry to short out once again, mixing the pain with the pleasure.

Alyssa could feel the fuck juices trickling down her legs as Robert continued the glorious, non-stop fucking she desperately needed. She was happy that he had the energy he did, but she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep up with him, before passing out. She was ready for his second load, and was trying to coax it out of him with her clenching muscles. The smacks on her ass only served to distract her momentarily. When the pain subsided, the pleasure sensors were magnified ten-fold. Every crack of his hand across her backside, made it that more enjoyable, feeling the heat radiate through the reddening flesh. Suddenly, amidst the fucking, Alyssa felt his fat thumb slip inside her asshole. Offering absolutely no resistance, Alyssa welcomed the second intruder, encouraging Robert further.

Robert continued finger-fucking the brown hole while his cock plummeted as deep as it could. Alyssa’s deafening cries were filling the room when he replaced his thumb with two long fingers. By the time Robert was easily pumping three fingers in, Alyssa was begging for release. Her non-stop orgasmic roller coaster ride was ready to take another plummet into darkness. She heard Robert begin to mumble and groan as his thrusts became more insistent, and even more powerful. She braced herself against the headboard, meeting each thrust with equal vigor. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Robert froze, pinning Alyssa against the wall, with his cock well-planted in the well-plowed furrow. The long fat hose bulged at the base several times, before the liquid fire came shooting out.

Alyssa cried out in glee as the hot lava erupted, warmly soothing her battered walls. Her pussy continued convulsing around the monstrous prick, pulling every last droplet of sweet nectar from it. Robert fell atop Alyssa’s back, panting heavily from his activities, his cock still twitching and pulsing with his heartbeat. Alyssa slowly and carefully extricated herself from the long skewer, which hadn’t deflated much since the explosion. She rolled Robert onto his back once again, nuzzling her face close to his crotch. She hungrily lapped, suckled and swallowed the combined juices from their love-making efforts, cleaning the idyllic totem pole till it shined with her saliva. She cupped his balls and the shaft, eying the muscular appendage from up close. She was amazed that he was still hard, even after this second marathon session. There was no way, however, that her poor, exhausted body would be able to endure another session. Alyssa nestled her head on Robert’s thigh, lovingly adoring the flagpole swaying before her, before drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

A couple of hours had passed and Alyssa rolled over on the comfortable bed, flinging her arms to wrap around a warm body. The absence of any body in the bed next to her, startled her awake. Somewhat confused and dazed, Alyssa scanned the room, getting her bearings straight, and putting her mind back in working order. She scanned the hotel room, to find herself alone once again. Alyssa nervously sat up in the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest as she tried to put everything together. It was as if everything to her was a puzzle, and she couldn’t put the pieces together. Nothing made sense to her any more. There was absolutely no explanation she could reasonably come up with for her wanton behavior. She wasn’t able to rationalize the events that had transpired over the past two days. She was no longer the same person, yet part of her still seemed to hold on to her prim and proper ways. She knew that everything that had happened was wrong, and bad, but oddly enough, she no longer felt guilty. It was as if it was out of her hands, and placed into the hands of fate. It seemed as though fate were the only plausible explanations for all the puzzle pieces landing as they have. Her head began to ache terribly as she fought to find reason. As if everything that happened yesterday wasn’t enough, there was Lila this morning, and then there was the candle shop where the parlor was supposed to be, the mesmerizing candle, and the case of candles she purchased. The walk from the shop, and then ending up in the clothing store where she ended up relieving the itch sitting in the bathroom stall, concerned her somewhat. She couldn’t recall exactly what she purchased in the store, just that it filled several bags that she had to haul out of there. She wondered why she hadn’t even paid any attention to the billboards outside the theater, indicating to every passerby, exactly what was playing on the big screen inside. She pondered that it was just to get out of the rain, but then she wondered, if she had known, would she have still gone into the theater? That question seemed to float through her brain for quite a while without any answers. She couldn’t understand why she had flirted and teased the cab driver, especially after everything that had gone on in the theater, yet it still piqued her curiosity as to why no one in the theater had decided to fuck her? Then, of course, there was Robert with his glorious cock. Recalling the vibrant youngster brought the first smile to Alyssa’s face since she woke. That was the only part of her recent escapade that she could honestly answer. She knew that she had been so worked up from everything else, that she would have fucked anyone. She was just glad that it was the handsome hunk from the hotel lobby, enjoying his youthful attention and stamina.

Alyssa remained balled up on the bed, formulating her thoughts, until she finally resolved to move about once again, and straighten up a little bit. She wanted to busy herself to free her mind of her past activities, and possibly concentrate on what she needed to do in the immediate future. Rising from the bed, she moved to the dressing table, where she spotted her bra and panties folded neatly atop the table. Alyssa swore she had put them on before putting on the sweats, and lost them somewhere between the candle shop and the clothing store, yet here they were, having never been worn. Once again, Alyssa’s mind began to spin as confusion set in. As hard as she tried to remember, she couldn’t recall putting the bra and panties on, but she could have sworn that she did Alyssa shrugged her shoulders, questioning whether she was losing her mind or not. She grabbed the undergarments and tossed them on the bed. She’d put them on after her much-needed shower. She straightened up the bed, making it look somewhat presentable. She grabbed her sweat pants that had fallen to the floor. Alyssa sniffed the crotch and could distinctly detect the odor of her aroused sex that had permeated the cotton cloth. She tossed the pants into the heap of dirty clothes gathered at the bottom of the closet. Alyssa then located her jacket, recalling the problems she had with the zipper. She laid the jacket on the bed to inspect it and determine if was fixable, or whether she should toss it in the trash. She looked carefully and didn’t spot any teeth missing or bent. She wondered why she hadn’t been able to zip it up earlier. She tried the zipper again. This time when she pulled the zipper up, it went clear up to the neck with no problems at all. Curious, Alyssa tried it again, and again. Each time she tried the zipper, it ran smoothly from the top to the bottom and back up without any snagging. Now, really confused, Alyssa decided to put the jacket on, and try the zipper from a different angle. Again, the zipper slid effortlessly along the length from the bottom to the top. Again, Alyssa’s mind was playing dirty tricks on her! She couldn’t understand why she had so many problems with the damn zipper earlier. First she couldn’t get it past her sternum, and then it wouldn’t go any higher than her belly button, and now it went all the way up and down! She blamed half of her earlier actions on the damn jacket that now appeared to have nothing wrong with it. Shaking her head in disbelief, Alyssa shucked the jacket and tossed it amidst all the other dirty laundry. Again, the puzzle pieces reappeared, and they weren’t fitting together.

Still shaking her head, trying to make sense of everything, Alyssa focused on the four bags sitting near the doorway. Robert had apparently taken them off the cart and placed them there when he left. She grabbed the heavy one, loaded with the candles, first. She placed the case of small candles on the dressing table and popped open the box to reexamine the sixteen jars of assorted scents located inside. She felt this sudden urge to pull one of them out and light it. However, based on her previous experiences with candles, Alyssa found the power to stave off the impulsive behavior and continue on her current mission. She fished out the larger jar that the elderly woman had bestowed upon her, recalling the specific instructions she had given. Alyssa then wondered if the old lady meant to light the candle when she got back here to the hotel, or when she actually reached home. She wondered if the lady knew she wasn’t from this area. After careful consideration, Alyssa opted to wait until she reached the sanctity of her own house before putting a flame to the multi-colored-swirled-designed candle. She carefully packed it into her suitcase for when she made the trip back home.

Alyssa then returned to the three shopping bags filled with items from the clothing store. She grabbed the three non-descript bags and tossed them on the bed simultaneously, readying to rummage through her purchases. When the bags toppled over, spilling their contents, Alyssa gasped in surprise, shock and horror. She didn’t recall purchasing any of the items that were contained in the three bags. Each bag was dumped on the bed, each one, more horrifying than the last. Alyssa swore she must’ve gotten the wrong bags, because there was no way she’d ever buy what was in those bags! There on the bed were a sundry of lingerie and exotic, erotic clothing items. There were crotchless panties, and string thongs, along with lacy see-through bras, and half-bras. There were leather, lacy, and satiny garments, teddies, camisoles, and body suits. There were micro-mini skirts, and see-through blouses. There were high-heeled, platform, and spiked shoes, boots, and sandals. There were fishnet stockings, crotchless panty-hose, garters and straps. Alyssa was beside herself in total disbelief as she stared at the vast array of clothing spread out before her. If she thought she was confused earlier, she was definitely going crazy now! As hard as she tried, Alyssa couldn’t remember buying anything in particular at the clothing store. All she could remember, was that she bought a lot of clothing that she liked, and knew would look good on her. She could feel her heart thumping in her throat as she continued ogling the purchases. The puzzle was jumbled once more. This was not fate, Alyssa surmised, but pure lunacy. She was indeed going crazy, and she was sucking everything into her tornado-like whirlwind.

Her head hurt now. She couldn’t think. It pained her to even try to comprehend what was happening to her. She knew she’d have to get some psychotherapy as soon as possible; otherwise she’d have to be committed. Nothing made sense, yet everything seemed so right, as it happened. It almost seemed as if Alyssa were looking at her life through a movie screen. Everything happened according to script and it all made sense as it was happening. However, every time Alyssa looked back to try and evaluate it, there were too many gaps. It’s like someone edited out all the parts that explained the movie plot. Alyssa grew increasingly aware that she desperately needed more answers. With renewed steel resolve, Alyssa stomped her foot on the ground, as if to snap herself out of this cyclone she was in. She resolved to get another shower and clean up, and then she was going to hit the pavement again to find more answers.

She walked into the bathroom and closed the door, turned on the hot water and let the room fill with the warm relaxing steam, before climbing inside. When she stepped into the shower, she was determined, and focused on clearing the cobwebs from her mind. Unfortunately for Alyssa, the warm water and the thick steam relaxed the tense muscles as she pirouetted under the massaging spray from the shower head. Again, Alyssa scrubbed her head three times before it felt clean and fresh, void of all the sticky protein mousse. She also ran the soapy sponge over her entire body at least three times, sloughing off all the dirt and sweat. She even dipped a soapy finger in her abused vagina, cleaning herself inside and out. She grabbed the razor and removed any remnants of stubble from her bald mound. Thoroughly cleansed, Alyssa remained in the shower a while longer, simply luxuriating in the relaxing sensation that enveloped her body. When she finally stepped from the shower, she felt clean, relaxed, and clear-headed. She wrapped a towel around her head and another around her torso before opening the door and entering the room.

When she turned the corner, Alyssa gasped. There on the dressing table, sat one of the candles she had purchased earlier. It was lit, with the flame dancing visibly atop the opened jar. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Alyssa helplessly flittered to the seat in front of the table and sat down. At her feet lay the other fifteen candles, still in the case. Alyssa hadn’t lit the candle, yet here she sat staring at the flame dancing atop the wick that disappeared into the black wax. The unique smell of anise filled her nostrils as she inhaled, the taste of black licorice filling her mouth. She stared at her reflection in the mirror once again, focusing on the flickering amber color manifested in the blacks of her pupils. As in the shower, Alyssa completely relaxed, letting all her worries and cares slip away. She could feel all the energy seep from her body as she continued staring at the flame and her reflection. She removed the towel from her drying head, letting it fall to the floor. She momentarily glanced at the ringlets in her hair as the flame flickered off the tiny droplets of water that clung to the ends. She relaxed even more as the towel lay crumpled by her side. She leaned forward and undid the towel wrapped around her chest, letting it drape over the back part of the seat. Now Alyssa’s attention was focused on her magnificent breasts, so proudly on display, slowly rising and falling with each measured breath she took. She watched the shadows on her skin created by the dancing flame and its illuminating effects. When she focused on the pink circles around her nipples, she watched as the skin slowly crinkled, pushing the nubs further out. It was if she was merely willing them to be hard, and they responded. Her hands never left the table, yet Alyssa felt as if her breasts were being lovingly attended to by a pair of gentle, warm, massaging hands, softly caressing the supple flesh. She watched the melons swell as she continued to enjoy the pleasurable sensations centered in her chest. She could feel her heart throbbing beneath her ribcage as the mountain peaks poked prominently outward, as if being pulled from the flesh.

Then, as she had done yesterday, she shifted her chair back a few inches, giving her room to prop her feet up upon the table, giving her a clear view of her freshly shaven mound. Resting her arms on the chair, she sat back and admired the view. Once again, the flickering flame cast dancing shadows across her lily white figure. Alyssa watched the shadows cascade down across her stomach, playfully teasing the flesh as the warmth spread through her. Alyssa could feel the invisible hands gently stroke along her slit, making her petals swell. Right before her eyes, Alyssa’s pussy lips became engorged as her pussy welled up with the all too familiar wetness inside. Again, Alyssa imagined that she willed her body’s reactions upon herself, as her lips involuntarily grew moist with her wetness. Little by little, the puffy folds began to shine in the growing darkness of the room as the candle’s magical effect was reflected in her moisture. The sensations were becoming too unbearable for Alyssa to withstand, as her eyes began to flutter, feeling imaginary fingers slowly penetrating the hole in between her splayed legs. She could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing down on the make-believe probing digits. She swore her labia were being parted as the warm fingers continued their magic, bringing her closer and closer to a self-induced, mind-controlled orgasm. She was getting closer and closer by the minute, teetering on the brink of another explosion as she continued to sit there, unmoving, staring at her body as it responded to the shadows’ fingers fucking into her juicy cunt. Her eyes were rolling in their sockets, occasionally focusing on her figure in the mirror. She gripped onto the arms of the chair as her body began to shudder and tense. Her knuckles were turning white as her legs began to quake. Her pussy suckled on the invisible probes tickling her insides.

Suddenly, a loud knocking snapped Alyssa out of her trance. She found herself sitting in front of the mirrored table, feet planted on the floor, hands resting comfortably on the arms of the chair. Her hair was dry, though still in curled ringlets from her shower. Both towels were folded neatly atop the desk. But the part that really confused Alyssa was that there was no candle on the table. She inspected the opened case to her left, and all sixteen jars were still nestled in their respective squares. She located the one with the black wax, and opened the jar, only to find that it had never been lit. These lapses and weird events were fueling her conviction that she was going insane. She wasn’t sure what was imagined and what was real anymore. She could still feel her heart pounding uncontrollably, wondering if it was from the near orgasm that had been interrupted, or the mind-altering confusion and craziness surrounding her suddenly. Then she heard the knocking again. It took a moment to register in her brain that someone was knocking on her door. When it finally registered to Alyssa that she had a visitor, she called out, letting whoever was there know that she’d be right there.