Hot Sheets (4 page)

"You can't get
enough, can you?" Dave chuckled, dipping the cucumber into a butter
dish.

"No, I can't!
Shove it right up my bum!"

"Right, here
it comes!"

Parting her
taut buttocks, Dave pressed the end of the green shaft against the
girl's brown ring, grinning as he watched the delicate tissue
expand, allowing the cold fruit to slip into her rectal duct. Her
bottom-hole stretching to capacity, she gasped as inch by inch of
the gnarled shaft drove into her hot bowels, massaging her inner
flesh, bloating her pelvic cavity. Grimacing, she parted her feet
further as Dave rotated the cucumber, bringing her electrifying
sensations of anal abuse.

"Now my cunt!"
she cried, her lust juices coursing down her inner thighs. "A big
potato! I want a big potato in my cunt!"

"How about one
of these?" Dave grinned, taking a baking potato from the
worktop.

"Yes, yes!
God, my bum feels good!"

Kneeling
behind his dish of the day, Dave parted Trudie's swollen vaginal
lips, exposing the drenched, pink entrance to her neglected sex
duct. Pushing and twisting the potato between her splayed vaginal
lips, he eased the vegetable into her hot cunt to the accompaniment
of her gasps of pleasure as she slowly gyrated her hips. The potato
finally disappearing into her bloated vaginal cavern, he closed her
fleshy lips and stood up.

"How's it
feel?" he asked, eyeing the cucumber emerging between her rounded
buttocks, her brown flesh stretched tautly around the green
shaft.

"Heavenly!"
Trudie gasped, gingerly standing upright and turning to face the
accomplished chef. "Christ, it's like having two bloody great cocks
stuffed up my holes! Now lick my clitty and bring me off."

Kneeling
before the girl as she pulled her skirt up, Dave stretched her sex
slit wide open and licked the tasty wet flesh surrounding her solid
clitoris. Gasping, her lust holes crudely bloated, she leaned back
and gripped the sink to support her trembling body as the birth of
her orgasm stirred within her womb.

"Ah! Ah,
that's nice!" she sang as her clitoris pulsated and her cunt
tightened, gripping the huge potato. "Keep licking! Ah, yes!"
Grabbing the end of the cucumber, Dave thrust the fruit in and out
of her anal tube, taking her closer to her climax as she trembled
with sensations of debauched sex. "Coming!" she finally wailed, her
raven tresses veiling her sex-flushed face. "Lick my clit faster!
Ram the cucumber right up my bum! Ah, oh, oh!"

Clinging to
the sink as her orgasm rocked her body, Trudie threw her head back
and closed her eyes, lost in her sexual delirium. Her pussy sheath
rhythmically tightening around the potato, the cucumber massaging
her rectal duct, her clitoris pulsating in orgasm beneath Dave's
sweeping tongue, she almost passed out in her carnal heaven. On and
on her orgasm rolled, her lust juices decanting, pooling on the
tiled floor between her feet as the incredible anal sensations
mingled with the electrifying pulsations emanating from her
clitoris, permeating her very core.

"Stop now!"
she finally gasped, her head lolling forward. "God, that was
heavenly! You're almost as good as Goldie!"

"Christ, I
could fuck you again!" Dave grinned, his penis solid, his balls
rolling as he rose to his feet. "I suppose I'd better start
thinking about preparing the lunches."

"And I'd
better do the rooms," Trudie smiled, grabbing the cucumber and
slowly sliding the hot shaft out of her tight bottom-hole. "Ah, ah!
Oh, that's nice!" she whimpered, her body shuddering.

"What about
the potato?"

"I'll leave it
in my pussy, it feels nice."

"Bring it back
before twelve, I'm doing jacket potatoes for lunch."

"It'll be
ready-cooked by then!" Trudie giggled, placing the cucumber in the
sink and tugging her skirt down.

"I'd better
wash that before I use it!" Dave laughed. "It's for the side
salads!"

"Argh! I think
I'll skip lunch!" she returned, walking to the door with cunny
juice dripping from her rubicund pussy lips. "I'll see you
later."

Approaching
reception, Trudie stopped and gazed at Mike sitting at the desk
opening the mail. Poor man! she reflected. He'd been running the
hotel for five years and hadn't made a penny. The debts piling up,
the building falling into a state of disrepair, he was desperate
for cash. Discerning businessmen! she giggled inwardly, tugging her
miniskirt down to conceal her dripping pussy slit.

"Hi, mate -
where's Goldie?" she asked, leaning on the desk, her dark eyes
sparkling with a lustful desire.

"Still in the
dining room," Mike replied, looking up as the phone rang. "And
don't call me mate! I've placed the adverts."

"When will
they be out?"

"One mag said
later this week - I was lucky with my timing, it seems." Lifting
the receiver, he grinned as the royal voice purred in his ear.

"Would one be
kind enough to send a cup of coffee to one's room, please?"
Princess Christina articulated.

"Certainly,
Your Regalness. One will see to it that one's request is dealt with
straight away, Your Magesticness."

"Thank
you."

"Thank you,
Your Most Highly Esteemed Esteemedness."

Replacing the
receiver, Mike turned to Trudie. "What a pleasant change it is to
have nobility staying at one's establishment!" he grinned proudly.
"Etiquette, eloquence, refinement... what a refreshing change!
Right, Her Aristocraticness requires coffee. Don't give her that
half price instant chicory shit, use the ground coffee."

"OK, mate,"
Trudie obliged as the potato massaged her drenched vaginal walls,
sending electrifying sensations through her pelvis. "Ah, oh, that's
nice!" she breathed, wriggling her shapely hips.

"What is?"

"Er... ah!
Nothing."

"What's the
matter with you, girl, do you need the loo?"

"No, no it's
OK."

"Take Her
Royalness some coffee and then do the rooms. If she does want a
lady- in-waiting, tell her I'd be delighted to oblige."

"OK, mate,"
Trudie smiled, brushing her dark hair back and walking to the
kitchen, her cunny juice coursing down her thighs.

"And stop
calling me mate! What do you think I am, a bloody condom?"

Sifting
through the paperwork strewn across the desk, Mike looked up in
surprise as a police officer entered the building. Shit, I'll bet
it's about my fucking car tax! "Good morning, how can I help you?"
Or the local paper!

"Good morning,
sir. I'm Inspector Dickwipe from Pox Green station. We're visiting
all the hotels in the area warning of a young woman who's going
around posing as anything from a baroness to a duchess."

"Really?" Mike
gasped.

"Yes, she
books in for a night or two and then disappears without paying her
bill. Several hoteliers have lent her cash, believing her to be
royalty. Would you be good enough to notify us if she turns up
here?"

"Er... yes,
yes of course. Thanks for the tip-off."

"Don't I know
you from somewhere?" the officer asked, his narrow eyes frowning,
looking Mike up and down.

"Er... no, no
I've never been sketched in my life. What I mean is..."

"I could have
sworn I'd seen a picture of you somewhere. It'll come to me later,
no doubt."

"Yes, no
doubt."

"Good day to
you, sir."

"Good day."
Oh, shit!

Watching the
officer leave the building, Mike rubbed his head. "Fucking
bastard!" he cursed, kicking the reception desk and stubbing his
toe. "Ouch! Shit, fuck, bollocks! What a bloody great morning this
is turning out to be!"

Knocking back his fifth glass of neat vodka as he nursed his
aching toe at the bar, Mike wondered what to do with the so-called
Princess Christina. Deciding to pay Her Whoreness a visit, he took
the skeleton key from his pocket and bounded up the stairs. I'll
give her fucking princess, he mused, creeping along the
hall.
Must take a look at the local
paper
. Quietly unlocking her door, he
slipped into the room to find the young woman relaxing on the bed,
wearing only her bra and panties.

"Oh!" the
scantily clad beauty gasped in embarrassment as Mike stood at the
end of the bed gazing at the swelling patch of blue silk covering
her bulging sex lips. "Isn't it customary for one to knock?"

"If you were a
princess, then I'd have knocked, but seeing as you're an imposter,
nothing but a slut-bag of a commoner, I just barged in."

"An imposter?
A commoner? But one's..."

"And you can cut out the
one
crap, Your
Peasantness
. You're no more royalty
than the bloody milkman! You're a plebeian trollop!"

"Honestly, I
can assure you that..."

"You're
headfirst in deep shit, you know. If I were to turn you over to the
cops, they'd..."

"But
I'm..."

"First of all,
I want cash up front for the room and food."

"Yes, of
course," the dark beauty replied, reaching for her handbag. "I must
say that I have never been treated like this before!"

"You've never
stayed here before! Fifty quid will do for starters, Your
Slagness."

"Yes, there
you are. Now, I really must ask you to..."

"You have two
choices - either you face the police, or you strip off and show me
your naughty bits."

"Strip off?
But..."

"Allow me to
have my wicked way with you, and I'll keep quiet."

"I'm not going
to allow you to do anything of the sort! How dare you come in here
and make such a vulgar suggestion!"

"The police
have just called. It seems that you go around posing as a baroness,
a duchess, a princess or whatever - and then run off without paying
your bills. Shall I ring them, or will you shed your fine lingerie
and show me your tits and your dripping wet cunt slit?"

"You're
disgusting!"

"I do my
best."

"Never in my
life have I..."

"Life's a pair
of dirty knickers - it stinks. Well, how about it? A rampant
session of unadulterated sexual filth - or prison?"

Obviously
contemplating her predicament, the young woman frowned as she
folded her arms, covering her swelling bra. She was in her early
thirties, Mike reckoned, admiring her curvaceous hips, her smooth,
flat stomach, the gentle rise of her sex mound. Would she allow him
to use her, to fuck her senseless in return for keeping quiet? he
wondered. Unfolding her arms, her hazel eyes sparkling, dazzling
him, she'd obviously reached a decision.

Raising her
buttocks, her face flushed with shame and embarrassment, she tugged
her panties down, displaying her well-trimmed chestnut pubes, her
pink vaginal crack to Mike's mesmerised eyes. Kicking the silk
finery off her feet, she sat up and unhooked her brassiere, peeling
the delicate cups away from her pert breasts and reclining on the
bed with her legs parted. Not wasting any time, his mind brimming
with lewd ideas, Mike grinned.

"What's your
name?" he asked the pupated creature, his eyes transfixed on her
moist, protruding butterfly wings.

"Elizabeth,"
she replied softly, averting her gaze.

"OK,
Elizabeth, if that's what you want to call yourself - finger your
cunt," he instructed her crudely. "Go on, finger your juicy cunt
hole and frig your clitty. I want to watch you bring yourself
off."

Closing her
eyes as she complied with his humiliating demand, the naked beauty
reached beneath her leg and slipped two fingers between her
swelling cunt lips, deep into her hot vagina. Massaging her exposed
clitoris with her free hand, she began to breathe deeply, her
nipples becoming erect, her areolae darkening.

Watching the female masturbation show, Mike contemplated the
incredible situation. A stroke of luck, he thought, surveying the
panting brunette's busy fingers. Not only had he had her money up
front - he was about to have her! Realizing his pole position, he
devised his wicked plan. He'd screw her pussy, he decided, and then
fuck her tight bottom-hole and fill her bowels with his
spunk.
Thrash her for her impertinence?
Yes, why not?

Her creamy
cunt juices decanting down her hand as she crudely finger-fucked
her blatantly displayed love hole, the unlikely princess massaged
her clitoris faster, arching her back and rolling her head from
side to side as her climax approached. Mike had suspected that her
arousal was as fake as her persona - but her mouth open, gasping,
sweat glistening on her naked body, her sleek bob in disarray, she
was obviously about to come. Her breasts wobbling like royal jelly,
her stomach rising and falling, she whimpered as her orgasm finally
welled from her contracting womb and gripped her defenceless
body.

"Oh, oh!" she
gasped. "Oh, one's... one's arriving!" Her face grimacing as Mike
knelt by the bed and sucked her sensitive nipple into his hot
mouth, she sang out as her body shook violently. "Ah, yes! Yes!"
Moving her hand aside, he took over the clitoral massaging,
sustaining her climax as he gently bit on her erect nipple, adding
to her incredible sexual pleasure. "Ah, ah, that's beautiful!" she
cried as exquisite sensations of sex rippled through her trembling
body. "Oh, I have never... take me now! Please, take me, use
me!"

Standing and
whipping his trousers off, Mike ordered his frantic guest to turn
over and bring her knees up to her chest. Urgently positioning
herself on all fours, Elizabeth moved her slender body back, her
firm breasts squashed against her knees, her buttocks projected,
her cunt lips bulging invitingly beneath her brown bottom-hole.
Leaping onto the bed, Mike knelt behind her, his rock-hard penis in
his hand, his swollen knob glistening, aching for the welcoming
heat of her tight receptacle.