A new point of view: Morgan the "call" girl!

Morgan awoke with a yawn. She turned to see that she had fallen asleep on the couch. Her eyes focused on the empty room. Had her boyfriend slept over, and if so, when did he leave. She wasn't sure. All her head could remember was the nice little “almost” orgasm that she had while he had eaten her out. To be honest, she hadn't cum, but it did feel great, and help her take her mind off of other things. It sucked, because his tongue work had brought her so close, and then he had just stopped for some reason, speaking of her juices. What juices? She hadn't even achieved orgasm. Oh well. The itch in her loins remained, however, a result of being brought right to the edge. She thought about pleasing herself, but she simply hated that. She had soooo wanted to cum from her boyfriend, maybe that would have erased some of the guilt from the previous night with that asshole Bill. Ugghhh, she thought, he's going to check in to the hotel today. Of course he wanted to see her, especially after what she had allowed to occur, and the things she had said.

“I am NO ONES slut,” Morgan huffed, and pushed herself up off the couch. She walked to the bathroom, realizing her legs still hurt from her “night” with Bill. Damn, she had been so drunk. Why did she indulge such things. She pulled off her top, and slipped out of her panties. Her vagina was sore. In fact, it was red. A shower wouldn't do. A bath was needed. Her hand turned the dial of the faucet, and she held it under the running water, until the heat was just right, she let the water run, as she enjoyed the sound. Next, the bubbles. Soon, she was relaxing in the tub, as the water filled around her.

Images from the “night” with Bill filled her brain. First of all, why had she cum THAT many times. It must have been like ten times. More than she had ever cum in one night. Sure, her boyfriend gave her orgasms, occasionally, but usually one a night, and she'd have to be on top to grind her herself onto him to achieve orgasm. Simple penetration wouldn't get her where she needed to go with her boyfriend. Ok, she admitted, maybe one out of four times of having sex with her boyfriend, she'd get a decent orgasm. This is what set Bill far apart from her boyfriend. Bill made her cum in a simple missionary position. And when she had rode his cock, that big fat cock, she had almost passed out from the strength of her orgasm. It made her blush to even think about it. Unconsciously, her hand was rubbing her slick folds, wet from the water, and her thoughts. “Cut it out Morgan, you are not his slut!” She told herself. Her hands rubbed the soapy bubbles on her long legs. Morgan was a short girl, but her legs were long. She was really more legs than woman. “A little stubbly,” she muttered, and grabbed the shaving cream and the feminine razor. I am NOT doing this for Bill, she told herself, she was just shaving her legs was all. Her eyes then wandered to her lovepot. “Been letting yourself go a bit Morgs,” she laughed, and poured shaving cream into her hand. She was a “landing strip” type of girl. A little strip of hair above her soft folds, and the rest cleanly shaved. Any more, and she felt it was like being 18 again. She NEVER shaved the whole thing. She began to slowly drag the razor down. Shave with the grain....that was the way. Her black pubic hair had grown a little around her strip. She began to wonder what a guy like Bill would want, not doing it for him, she thought, she just was curious. He'd probably want a bare pussy. That's EXACTLY what that asshole would want. Like a 18 year old virgin or something. It sure felt like she was a virgin when he had taken her. Her eyes rolled, had he REALLY taken her. She looked up to the ceiling. “I guess I can't say that, he fucked me. I let him” Her eyes wandered back down to her landscaping. “SHIT!” She shouted, she had shaved the top part of her “strip”. Damn, she grunted, and decided that it would all have to go. Within a minute, she was bare as when she was a freshman in college.

She stood up and turned on the shower. She hadn't showered since the morning of her “night” with Bill. The water felt good on her tight body. The shower felt good, and when she was done she toweled off and stood in the full beauty mirror above her sink. She rubbed the shaved area above her small womanhood. Her hands went to her face in embarrassment. She looked like she was 18 again down there. Morgan went about getting ready for the day. She thought about how she'd deal with Bill as she applied mascara, and eye-liner. He's gonna be an asshole, she told herself, as she put on foundation make-up. She had several hours to prepare for work, which was good, cause she used every minute. She straightened her long black hair, adjusting it to make sure she looked good. She didn't really put on make-up that much, but it WAS a Friday. She should probably look good today. When she looked in the mirror, she confirmed that she indeed looked good...very good, even for her. Without make-up she was called a six by some guys, with full make-up, guys counted her a nine, even a ten. She usually only put on make-up for dates with the boyfriend or going out with the girls, rarely for work.

Morgan walked over to her dresser. The TV was on the weather channel. It was going to be a nice night. Without even thinking she pulled out her black bra and matching thong. Another thing she NEVER did for work. She just felt tonight she should look good. It's a Friday, she told herself. Next, she walked over to the large closet that filled the middle of her bedroom. She had TONS of outfits. Her hands flipped through to her work clothes. They stopped on the tan skirt suit set that her boyfriend had bought her. He had always insisted she wear a skirt, and this one was SHORT. She had never worn it, just to roleplay with him, as he loved skirts and heels. Who doesn't, she laughed. Fuck it.

Ten minutes later, Morgan pulled the tan suit coat over her white blouse. She looked in the mirror at the skirt, which came way above her knees. Was this appropriate. Again, she told herself it was a Friday. She pulled out black high-heels, another Morgan no-no. Why am I doing this? She finally said, sitting on her bed. What is this asshole gonna think of me? Am I doing this for him? Am I this guys slut? She put her hands on her face. What are you getting into Morgan. This is your boyfriend's asshole drunk friend. He's a slob. She couldn't deny how kinky she felt, or how wet she was down there. This was too much. What was this guy doing to her?

All these questions circled in her mind. I gotta stop this, she finally admitted to herself. It's gone to far. That's when she pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. Holy shit, she thought, had she like been so consumed with her thoughts that she didn't even realize she had driven ALL the way to work. A nervous Morgan exited the vehicle, she tried to walk as best she could in the heels and skirt without drawing attention. That's when she dropped her keys. Shit, she chided herself as she bent down and picked them up. Hopefully no one noticed.

Morgan walked to the hotel. Don't be sexy, don't be sexy, she kept telling herself as she sauntered to the hotel lobby. But how could she not be. Elsa the night maid winked at her when she walked in. “Looking good Ms. Morgan.” She feigned a smile and went to the front desk.

The day manager was there, and greeted her. “Wow Morgan, looking for a promotion.”

This made Morgan laugh. “Yup!” She made a blowjob gesture as a joke, even though their boss was a woman. She relieved the day manager, and went about the nightly duties. It was only four in the afternoon, but there were a lot of check-ins still. She tried her best to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. At one point she gazed across the street to the small cafe. She noticed a man with a dark hat, and large glasses sitting at a table. Was that guy looking in here with binoculars. She shook her head, she had seen that guy before. Though she couldn't see his face, he had been there before with that same hat and those large sunglasses on. She had thought about calling the cops on him, but he never really did anything like follow her home, or try to even talk to her. One day, she swore he was taking pictures with his camera. She shuddered at the thought of what her pathetic “stalker” was doing with those pics. Right now he was harmless. A pussy even. If your going to stalk a girl, at least try and talk to me. Morgan was strong willed and tough, she had always told herself. She didn't need the cops. If he came near her she'd just laugh at him. Again, he was harmless. Just a loser who probably jerks off. To be honest, the idea of a stalker gave her pride. She WAS that hot after all.

The day dragged on, but Morgan's heart was beating a mile a minute. Her mind had wandered far from the guy who still sat across the street. She could care less about that guy now. The clock kept coming into her line of sight. It was 5:30 and HE hadn't shown up. Maybe he wouldn't come. Guests came in and out, and Morgan went about her duties. The calls for assistance always went to Carlos the old janitor and maintenance guy or Elsa the maid. Morgan remained at the desk.

She was printing out an itinerary for a guest that would be coming in a week, when she heard a cough. The kind of cough that someone did to get attention. “Excuse me Miss?” The familiar voice sent shivers down her spine and legs, and reverberated back up to her loins. She huffed and turned to see a smiling Bill, dressed in a grey t-shirt, and jeans shorts. Guy simply can't dress. He rested his large arms on the table. His arms were big now, as he used to be fat, but had hit the gym. “For her,” he had told her.

“Hello Sir,” Morgan nodded with clenched teeth. She decided she wouldn't let this guy get to her. In her most professional manner, she checked Bill in. He simply stared with the look of a lion about to pounce on a gazelle. Strangely, he didn't even make a move or flinch as she handed him the cardkey to the room. She was shocked when he took it, picked up his bag and went to the elevator. Part of her sighed in relief, and another felt a wave of disappointment she hadn't expected.

An hour later, the front desk rang. It was from Bill's room, 405. She picked up the phone. “Can I help you?”

Bill laughed, “Yeah, something is wrong with the pipes up here!”

Morgan closed her eyes and sighed, “And what's the problem?”

Bill simply insisted that she'd have to come up and see for herself. Morgan put the phone down, and was about to ring for Carlos. She looked over to see Elsa sweeping the floor. “Where is Carlos?”

“He's on a break for a half hour,” the maid answered as she continued to sweep.

“Shit,” Morgan said. Elsa asked what the problem was, but the young front desk clerk knew the maid couldn't help. If someone didn't go up there, and respond to a complaint or issue, there would be hell to pay. Morgan adjusted her skirt and walked to the elevator. Her heart began to beat fast as she rode it to the fourth floor. She stood in front of the hotel room where Bill was staying, reaching slowly for the door. It would be open, she had no doubt. And surely enough, it was. The young beauty walked into the room. “Bill?” She called out, not seeing him, but the bathroom door was open and the light was on.

“In here!” He called.

Morgan walked over to the open bathroom, and peaked her head around the door. “What's this pipe problem Bill?” Her eyes were greeted by a nude Bill pointing to his flaccid, but still large cock.

“Right here,” he said in a cocky tone.

The girl stopped and folded her arms. “Put some clothes on ass. You can't be calling me up here while I'm working.” She stepped in, strangely ok with his nudity. After all, she had been fucked by this guy. She looked around the large bathroom. “So what do you think of the place,” she turned to look back to the room. “I haven't stayed in one of the suites before!”

Bill closed the distance between them, and grabbed her hand, and he pressed it to his cock. She shook her head, and surveyed the large bathroom. “It's nice, thanks for getting us a suite.”

Morgan sighed and shook her head, her hand was free, but remained on his cock, and actually began to stroke it with her fingers. “This isn't for US dickhead.” She was surprised at how she was reacting. How was he doing this to her. She released his dick and walked back out to the large bedroom, with a kitchenette and couch. As she looked over the place, Bill came up behind her and put his hands right under the short skirt. She acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, as she spoke about the amenities. His fingers rubbed her panty covered pussy. “It's nice isn't it?” She asked.

“I'm more interested in the help!” He whispered in her ear as he began to kiss her neck. Bill turned her around in one motion, and pushed her against the wall. He lifted one leg, and rubbed the underside of her ass under her skirt. Morgan was not prepared for this, even though she had always wanted her boyfriend to throw he against the wall and fuck her. It was one of her main fantasies, that she shared with him, but it always ended up to prepared, and too awkward. Her eyes still tried to wander around the room as Bill mauled her neck, and lifted her up against the wall. She had to wrap her long legs around his waist to hold on for dear life. Bill cupped her chin and pulled her mouth up to his for a kiss. She could taste the **** as his tongue invaded her mouth.

In between kissing, Morgan kept up her nonchalant demeanor. “You're only staying the weekend Bill?” She insisted. He told her that's fine as he moved her panties to the side with one hand, and positioned his cock under her tight wet womanhood. Her folds were practically dripping, and clearly swollen. Morgan looked him in the eyes. This was her chance to tell him to stop. “Condom!” She stated intently.

“FINE!” Bill grunted, and let her down. He walked over to his bag, and pulled out the open box. The second condom was pulled from the box, and ripped open. He laid back on the bed, and began rolling it over his cock.

Morgan crawled right up to straddle his sides. Her head still looked around. “This IS a good room. It is bigger than the other suites. And you have full cable, and wi-fi.” She added, as she positioned herself over his waiting shaft. She didn't even realize how she was living up to the perfect little slut role. Satisfied that the condom was on, Morgan began her descent, feeling the large tip penetrate her warm wet folds. She wanted to remind him she was his friend's girlfriend, but instead she just said, “We can't fuck every few minutes, I have to work you know.” She felt his hands reach under her blouse and work their way under the wiring of her bra, until he was groping her small pert breasts. She began a slow ride, easing her way down his shaft, until she hit bottom. She let the large cock remain inside her, feeling it twitch every so often. The itch was being SCRATCHED. On her first ascent back up, she came on his cock. Her toes curled in her heels, and her eyes fluttered. She let out a long moan deep from her chest, unable to hide her bodies reaction, though she wanted too. Her hands went to her hair, and she felt his cock just to life inside her, causing another orgasm. When the explosions inside her subsided, she found herself laughing. “That was quick?” She looked down to a huffing and puffing Bill.

“It's been a while!” He said trying to catch his breath.

She rolled off his cock, and crawled off the bed. “Like a day Bill!” She adjusted her panties and walked to the door.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

She shrugged, “I gotta work,” Bill wanted to know what he was supposed to do. “Drink some more, nap....watch porn,” she giggled, and walked out the door. She left him there, and returned to her front desk down in the lobby. Carlos came back from his “break”. He took like fifty a day. It annoyed her.

“Ms. Morgan, you sure are smiling today,” he said, and winked at her. “Got a glow about you.”

Oddly enough, he was exactly right, Morgan was smiling. She felt great. Light on her feet, and relaxed. Had she really needed what had just happened THAT badly. She went about her work almost singing and whistling, and her mood was infectious. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the “hat guy” across the street. She chuckled, “Still there.” Not sure why he doesn't go home and “do his thing”. Then EVERYONE will be cumming today. She joked.

Thirty minutes later, the front desk guest phone rang. Elsa grabbed it as Morgan was putting out water and fruit for the guests. “Room 405 again, the pipes are doing something I guess. I 'll get Mr. Carlos.” Elsa told Morgan.

“I got it,” she said, and almost ran to the elevator. Morgan made her way to the fourth floor, and walked to room 405, not an ounce of nervousness now. She opened the door, to see Bill unbuckling his jean shorts. He had no shirt on. She walked over and sat in front of him. She reached up and began to unbuckle his pants for him, like unwrapping a gift, she pulled the pants aside, and moved his boxer shorts down. His half-hard cock greeted her. She moved her head forward, “What have you been doing,” she asked and pushed her mouth over his tip, sliding her tongue along his shaft.

A grunting Bill pushed his hips forward, “Watching the baseball game.”

Morgan kissed down his growing shaft, and began to kiss his large tightening balls. “You can rent a movie if you want.” She was stroking his now erect shaft with her hand. She scooted back on the bed, and pulled her panties down her legs, and off around her heels, and dropped them off the side of the bed. “Just ONE movie mister,” she stated with an accusing look, as she opened her legs. “Don't run up a tab.” She seemed to understand, it was HER turn to be lying down. Bill went about opening the third condom, the final one from that box, and Morgan flicked through the channels on tv.

“I was watching that.” He said, and moved between her legs. He lifted her skirt, and pushed his cock against her lips, rubbing his tip up and down. She was still wet, and her pussy walls were engorged. At this point, his cock had no problem sliding right in. Her pussy was stretched to accommodate his size by now. Bill wasted no time, and thrust his entire length in one push. The girl's head fell back into the pillows at this quick intrusion. His pace was quick and hard. This wasn't love making, no these two were not people who made love. They were fucking. The headboard banged against the wall, causing loud noise.

As if she was jealous of the banging noise, Morgan let out a moan that reached a higher pitch. “Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh”. She was cumming, and hard. The hammering was throwing her over the edge of orgasm, and then bringing her back up and pushing her off again. She finally caught her breath and looked up to see Bill's face squinch. She knew what that meant now. His slut knew. She wrapped her legs tight around him, her pussy clenching and squeezing his cock. She then reached down under him and rubbed his tight ballsac. It was something her boyfriend loved, and made him cum that much harder. And cum Bill did. He crushed his mouth over hers, and their tongues danced as he emptied himself inside her. The thin condom the only thing protecting the fertile womb.

Bill rolled off her, “Fuck your the best babe,” he was breathing hard.

Morgan sat up, and picked up her panties off the floor. She stood up, and slipped them up her long legs, and back on. “Don't drink too much from the mini-bar, ok?” She asked as she exited the hotel room. She went back to her work. Elsa commented on the “pipes” in the room. “They're just really clogged,” she sighed, “I'm working on it.” She told Elsa not to worry about bothering Carlos with the issue. “I'll have the pipes clean and clear. Trust me.” She smiled.

The next “call” from Bill came twenty minutes later. This time Morgan's head was hitting the bedpost. Doggystyle was the position for this call. Morgan was at Bill's beck and call all night. The fourth call, she went to the bathroom, and just took her panties off, and put them in her bag. They were useless. Reverse cowgirl was the style for this call. Neither Bill or Morgan asked for a certain position. They were just doing different things. She'd take a few shots with Bill now too, it was getting close to quitting time after all. The fifth call was doggystyle again, so Bill could watch the end of the baseball game.

The sixth call was different. Morgan sat with her pussy in Bill's face as she sucked his cock. From this 69 position she could almost get it all the way down her throat. She was determined to achieve this. Morgan didn't cum this time. Bill couldn't eat pussy if it was the only thing left on earth. But Morgan could sure suck a dick. She was surprised how much he came, after so much sex. She drank it all down. Normally she'd spit it out, like if she blew her boyfriend, but something seemed disrespectful to do that to Bill. It would be a waste, and just downright rude, she told herself.

She wiped her chin clear of cum, and fixed her skirt. “If you're gonna watch “Insidious 2”, let me know, I wanna watch it too.” She told him, and left. She closed the door, and licked her lips, and wiped them once more. Then she adjusted her skirt. She got an eery feeling of being watched, but just brushed it off. The lady in room 404 poked her head out and complained of the commotion in the next room. “I'm on it, I just talked to the guy in the room, many complaints” Morgan told her. She walked over to the elevator. “SHIT!” She actually shouted out loud, thinking no one was around. “We only have ONE condom left.” What were they going to do. Stores were closed around here. And what would the next “call” be. Maybe the pool? There was a nice bench out back over looking the ocean. Hmmm.