"Room Service, Part 1: Whore d’oeuvres" - a story


Posted by Vinnie on January 31, 2007 at 18:47:14:

Room Service, Part 1: Whore d’oeuvres

By Vinnie

Two female bodyguards paced back and forth. Cherry. The curvaceous blonde. With a perfect oval-shaped face, tiny turned up nose, sparkling blue eyes, and a fountain of platinum hair glinting like spun gold. Dressed to kill in a black leather miniskirt, white silk blouse, thigh-high leather boots, and an array of glistening diamond jewelry. Lexi. The voluptuous brunette. Tall and willowy with a heart-shaped babydoll face, big brown eyes, and silky jet-black hair pouring like a waterfall down her back. Dressed to kill in a school-girl micro-mini, cropped satin halter, silk stockings, and red stiletto heels. Two girls. Strolling in front of the ornate double doors leading into the penthouse suite. Talking. Giggling. Touching. Embracing. Kissing. And kissing. And kissing. They noticed the elevator open at the opposite end of the hallway, and watched the oversized catering cart roll out, pushed by a man wearing a white uniform and chef’s hat.

“Hey, Lexi, who’s the clown pushing the fucking cart? Nobody told me about any food order. Know anything about this? Never mind. Wait here, baby. Lemme check it out. I’ll get rid of this loser real quick. Then we’ll get back to it. Trust me.”

Lexi leaned back against the wall, using her red-painted fingernails to lovingly pet the glossy black leather lace-up thong she held in her left hand, lifting it close to her face, breathing in the scent of Cherry’s sweet perfume, watching from behind as Cherry strode down the hallway toward the advancing cart. Cherry spun around as she walked. Smiling seductively. Licking her candy-apple lips. Batting her thick eyelashes. Squeezing her big tits. Lifting the front of her leather mini. Flashing her naked pussy.

Lexi had to admit, she always enjoyed the view whenever Cherry was around.

Cherry’s finely tuned ass wiggled provocatively inside the tight grip of her glossy black leather miniskirt, deliciously round buns stretching out the soft leather as her sexy strut carried her to the other end of the long hallway. Slick and snug, the ultra-short skirt stretched across Cherry’s firm butt cheeks like shrink-wrap, as tight as a rubber band. Matching black leather thigh-high stiletto boots, adorned with shiny silver chains and buckles, crawled sensuously up Cherry’s shapely calves and thighs, almost reaching the sky-high hemline of her skintight miniskirt. Pointy 5” stiletto boot heels clicked out a steady rhythm on the hardwood floor as Cherry’s rocking hips propelled her forward. A shiny white silk blouse embraced her slender torso, the deep plunging neckline barely containing two exquisite 39DD braless breasts. An ocean of glistening platinum blonde hair, thick and wavy, spilled across her shoulders, flowing down to her waist, gliding out behind, swinging and swaying as she walked, swishing back and forth over her round, seductive ass. Diamond necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and rings adorned her sensational body, gleaming and glistening like shiny raindrops as she strutted her stuff. With a cover girl face and a pinup body, the gorgeous 5’ 10”, 125 lb., 24-year old bad ass blonde bombshell pranced seductively toward her target while displaying a canyon of deep cleavage, acres of undulating breast meat, plenty of long, curvaceous leg, and a stunning mane of thick, platinum hair. She had a job to do. And her gorgeous face, long blonde hair, and voluptuous 39-24-36 body would help her get the job done.

It always did.

“So, what’s up with all the fucking food? Did you cook all this shit yourself, or are you just the delivery boy? I know, you’re one of those gourmet French chef dudes, right? You got your own TV show? ‘Hi, I’m Chef Dumb Fucker, and I’ll be your waiter tonight’. No, sorry, I forgot, I’m just a fucking busboy who got lost in this big hotel. Say, what’s your specialty anyway? Don’t tell me. Whatever it is, I’m sure it tastes just like chicken! Listen up, you got the wrong room, dude. Nobody up here ordered anything. You need to turn your little cart around and head on back to the kitchen. Right now! There’s a private party tonight in the penthouse. We’ve already got everything we need. So take your little meals-on-wheels pushcart and get lost. Okay? Understand? Say, are you deaf or something? I said leave. No comprende? No speaka da English? And another thing, dickhead, you can quit staring at me any time now. You’re not my type. I’m way out of your league, know what I mean? Hey, dude! Cat got your tongue? Okay. Okay. Now I get it. You’re either really stupid, or maybe you’re just too busy lookin’ at my breasts to pay attention to what I’m saying. Hope you’re enjoying the show. I know I’ve got a great rack, but here’s a little tip for ya’. Try not to be so obvious when you’re lookin’ down the front of my blouse. Want me to undo a couple more buttons so you can see my tits better? Okay, errand boy, take a good long look at these big, beautiful jugs ‘cause this is as close as you’re ever gonna get to a pair of all-natural 39DDs like mine. Got it? See anything else you like besides my tits? How ‘bout my long blonde hair? My sexy red lips? My kinky stiletto boots? All my shiny jewelry? My necklace and earrings? My cute little belly ring? It’s all diamonds, baby. All diamonds. Way too expensive for you. How ‘bout my awesome ass? Looks real sexy all wrapped up in tight black leather, don’t ya’ think? Wanna peek underneath my miniskirt? I’ll bet you do! I’ll tell you a secret. I’m not wearin’ any panties! My girlfriend Lexi just took them off. With her tongue! That’s Lexi standing at the end of the hallway by the penthouse door. She’s a real hottie! Beautiful face. Hard body. Hourglass figure. 40-22-38! She’s really stacked! She’s a fitness model too. Works out every day. Know something? She’s got gorgeous long legs. And the most beautiful ass you’ll NEVER see! Bet you’d like a piece of that booty! You wanna hook up with her? Not!!! Know something else? I’ve got a sweet, tight pussy, but you’ll NEVER see it close up either. Oh my God! Look at you! Your cute little chef pants! Is that a banana in your pocket? Are you gonna make a fruit salad with that thing? Naughty boy! You’re getting turned on, aren’t you! Captain Cookie’s got a big hard-on! That’s so funny! Want me to get down on my knees and peel your little banana? You wanna make love to me, honey? You wanna fuck me? You? And me? Get real! In your dreams, baby! In your wet dreams! I’ll be in the penthouse fuckin’ girls all night long as soon as I kick your ass outta here. Now I’m not gonna tell you again. The show’s over. Turn your dumbass food cart around and take a hike. See ya’ around, Chef Jerkoff, or whatever your name is!!”

Cherry began to spin away on her tall black stiletto-heeled boots, diamond jewelry glistening in the artificial light, full hips and tight ass straining inside the shiny leather mini that climbed temptingly up the backs of her shapely thighs. Her hard nipples pressed seductively forward inside the tight white silk blouse, 39DDs bouncing and jiggling provocatively as she stepped to her right, platinum hair flowing alluringly down her back as she tossed her head to one side, a satisfied smirk etched on her neon-red lips.

Cherry’s stiletto heels clicked loudly as her hips rocked and her ass rolled. She took three steps before she felt a hand on her back, sliding into her platinum mane, seizing her silken mass of thick blonde hair. Gripping. Tugging. Pulling her back. And another hand. Reaching over her shoulder, plunging down the front of her tight silk blouse, between her gorgeous tits. Gripping. Squeezing. Pulling her back.

“Stop! Let go! Let go of me, you stupid bastard! You low-life jerk! Are you crazy? What are you doing? Get your hands off my tits! Let go of my hair! Stop! I said stop it! Let go! Fuck off! Get the fuck off me before I fuck up your stupid little chef suit!”

Then Cherry saw something. For a split-second. The shape of something long and sharp. A sudden glint of steel in the light above her head. A shadow in front of her face. Moving down her tight torso. Tracing the bulging curves of her heaving breasts. Sliding down into her deep cleavage. Something cold and hard. Stainless steel. A wide blade. With a razor sharp edge. And a needle sharp point. Saw-toothed. Serrated.

A knife. The carving knife from the cart.

And then she heard it. Ringing in her ears. The voice. The voice of death to come.

“You got a big mouth, sweet cheeks. You talk a lot of trash. But I like you anyway. You’re a gorgeous girl. With a beautiful face. And a hot body. You got nice tits, baby. Real nice tits. Love that long, blonde hair too. And all that leather you’re wearing. Those stiletto boots. Yeah, just what I like. Remember the secret you told me? About your panties? Well, I’ve got a secret too. I’m not really a chef. And you asked about my specialty? I’ll tell you. It’s carving. Carving is my specialty. And, just my luck. It looks like I’ve got blonde babe kebab standing right in front of me. On a skewer.”

Cherry’s eyes went wide as the stranger forced her backwards, pinning her leather-clad ass against the side of the food cart. She began to struggle, thrashing frantically, throwing herself from side to side, beating her palms against his chest and arms, scratching and clawing, squirming and kicking, leather mini riding high up her luscious thighs, stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood, delicious breasts rolling and wobbling inside her tight silk blouse as she fell back, feminine squeals pouring out of her glossy red-painted mouth.

Cherry heard the staccato “pop-pop-pop-pop” of buttons flying off her white silk blouse, one-by-one, as the knife sliced down between her gorgeous 39DDs, tearing open her tight blouse, revealing her bountiful braless breasts.

She heard the shrill rip of shredding leather as the knife plunged between her luscious thighs, through the front of her skintight miniskirt, cutting like a chain saw from crotch to hem, slicing open the front of her tight leather mini, exposing her beautiful naked pussy.

She felt the wet, gushy, ‘squelch’ of hard, cold steel. Pushing into her jewel-encrusted navel. And the succulent, squishy, ‘slurp’ of the long, sharp blade. Sliding deep into her tight belly.

Piercing. Penetrating. Twisting. Turning. Lifting her up. Hoisting her off the ground.

Impaled on the long carving knife, Cherry squealed and squirmed as the stranger held her aloft. She twisted and turned, arms flailing, hands and fingers clawing at thin air, mouth gaping, tongue wiggling erotically past gleaming red lips, blonde hair flashing back and forth across her beautiful, contorted face, luscious tits shaking and jiggling, long legs kicking and jerking, thigh high boots rubbing together in erotic fashion, leather against leather, squeaking sexily as her curvaceous legs pumped seductively up and down, spike heels banging out a sensuous staccato rhythm against the side of the cart.

The muscular stranger stepped forward as he hoisted Cherry up, crouching between her booted and twitching legs, leaning into the front of her slashed miniskirt, bending to within inches of her naked pussy, to breathe in deeply, the aroma of soft black leather and the sensual scent of ….

“Perfume! Ahhhhhhhhh, sweet perfume!”

He lifted Cherry higher, enjoying her erotic dance in the air, and tossed her backwards, the buxom blonde beauty landing with a crash atop the food cart. Now spread-eagled amongst the dishes and glassware, Cherry writhed and squirmed, with booted legs spread wide, head thrown back, platinum blonde mane spilling like a waterfall to the floor, spine arching upward, succulent tits thrust high, naked 39DDs undulating erotically, the long carving knife wiggling back and forth on her skewered belly.

The stranger moved closer once again, sliding his hands along her thigh high boots, over the naked skin between her boot tops and her leather mini, reaching under her skirt, stroking his fingertips up and down her inner thighs, licking his lips as he gazed hungrily at the voluptuous blonde vixen who lay wriggling on the cart in front of him.

He wondered if Cherry had been telling the truth. About her pussy. Was it “sweet” and “tight”? Like she’d said? It was time to find out. He suspected the truth as he dragged her squirming body toward him, lifting and spreading her luscious legs while stroking his hands over those tall thigh-high leather boots, playing with the boots’ silver chains and buckles as he parted the two halves of her shredded leather mini, working the carving knife up and down in her belly with his left hand, twisting and turning the blade as he stepped between her thighs and draped her tall stiletto heels over his shoulders. He watched intently as Cherry continued her seductive writhing. She moaned erotically, arching her back as the crisp silk blouse, cut down the middle, fell away from her chest to reveal those beautiful, undulating 39DDs. He reached forward to grope and squeeze those magnificent mounds. Gripping, lifting, stroking, squeezing, fondling, kneading, licking, sucking. His roaming eyes followed the little streams of blood that seemed to flow in all directions over her slender torso, squirting like a geyser from her skewered belly, trickling over her tight tummy like a crimson spider web, dribbling out of her sensuous mouth, over her glossy red-tinted lips and down across her cheeks, leaving red streaks in her long, thick, platinum hair.

The stranger licked his lips and smiled again, gazing ravenously at the tasty treat that lay spread out before him. It was all his. All his for the taking.

Yes, Cherry had been telling the truth. He knew it the second he slid his considerable cock into her comely cunt, and began a deep and vigorous stroking, pumping hard into that sweet, tight pussy as she lay writhing and moaning atop the cart. Yes, he knew it for sure as he stroked faster and plunged deeper, driving in and out of her moist, tight groove, packing her with everything he had to offer, filling her up, deeper and deeper and deeper, experiencing her warm, juicy tightness for himself, his mammoth manhood held in an erotic vise grip by her tight sugar walls. Yes, it was a perfect fit. It had been well worth the wait. Cherry had been right about her pussy.

She had been wrong about only one thing.

That he would never see it close up.

Lexi leaned back against the wall, still lost in fantasy, staring at the leather thong she’d removed so slowly and sexily from Cherry’s perfumed pussy. She closed her big, dark brown eyes, letting her head tilt back as she fondled Cherry’s leather thong with her left hand, and reached under her red-and-white candy-striped “school girl” micro-miniskirt to play with herself. Lexi’s tight ass wiggled seductively as she slid her fingertips along her red satin garter belt, stroking her fingers along the garter straps, caressing the lace tops of her silk stockings, squeezing the front of her red satin G- string, sliding her fingers underneath, pushing her fingers inside, working lovingly to pleasure herself in Cherry’s absence.

Lexi began to rock back and forth, moaning softly as she worked her fingertips over her swollen clit. The 5’ 8”, 118 lb. raven-haired beauty leaned back with eyes closed, diamond chandelier earrings dangling to her shoulders, swinging to and fro, glistening in the light as she rocked forward and back, side to side, round and round, rolling her hips in slow circle, the flared hem of her ruffled and pleated micro-miniskirt wiggling in time with her own thrusting hips. Lexi’s stupendous rack heaved up and down, pushing forward seductively, straining inside the stretch satin tie-front halter top that barely contained her tantalizing tits. Parted down the middle, Lexi’s ultra-long, silken brunette hair flowed over her shoulders, falling in front of her eyes as it spilled in soft layers across her breasts, and cascaded down her back. Her dramatic makeup, mascara and eye shadow accentuated the beauty of her translucent eyes and long, thick eyelashes.
Her tight, curvy, well-muscled legs, wrapped in sexy rhinestone-embroidered silk stockings, poured out of the sky-high micro-miniskirt and into a pair of 6” ankle-strap stiletto-heeled platform sandals. Shiny red spike heels that matched the color of her satin thong, bright lip gloss, and manicured nails.

Lexi rocked back and forth on her red high heels, shapely leg muscles stretching and flexing as she worked on her clit, muscular butt cheeks tensing and tightening as she squeezed her thighs together. Soft moans rolled out of her pouty mouth while her tongue slid back and forth over sensuous red lips. Lexi’s swelling breasts heaved up and down inside the skimpy white satin crop top, her weight shifting from side to side as she rolled her hips in a tight circle, tousled brunette hair all but covering her gorgeous face as she writhed and moaned.

God, what was Cherry doing? Why didn’t she come back? How long does it take to tell a delivery boy to “fuck off”? Lexi knew that Cherry was hot. So hot! Lexi had made Cherry cum. Right out in the open. In the hallway. Only a few minutes ago. Cherry had bent over in front of her. Wearing that leather mini. And that leather thong.

“Take off my thong, baby. Take it off real slow. It’s the one you like. The black leather one. I wore it just for you. Take it off my pussy. Right now. Do it, baby. The way you always do. You know. With your mouth. Do it, baby! Do it!”

Lexi had done it. Just the way she was told. Just the way Cherry wanted it. God, when the other girls found out. When they found out she’d been the one. The one to go down on Cherry. They’d all be so jealous. Shit, what a night this was turning out to be! Everyone was here. All the girls. They would finally split all the money. The money they’d taken. The money they’d stolen. It had been so tempting. They just couldn’t resist. And it had been easy. So easy. “Misappropriation of funds” was what Cherry always called it. They’d waited so long before setting up this penthouse meeting. They had to be careful. If the wrong people found out. Oh, my God. That would be bad. Very bad. Yes, it could get messy if the wrong people found out. But the girls were home free now. Everyone would get theirs tonight, that’s for sure! They would all finally get what they deserved. Everything that was coming to them. And then they would party all night. Lexi gazed at Cherry’s black thong again. Caressing the soft leather with her fingertips. Wondering. Wondering how many girls she’d hook up with tonight. How many orgasms she’d have. Jesus, what a party this was gonna be!

“Huh? What the fuck? Cherry? What the…?

Lexi looked up just in time, but too late.

Just in time to see the heavy food cart hurtling toward her.

But too late to do anything about it.

Lexi’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened in disbelief as the cart barreled toward her voluptuous 40-22-38 body like a steel-wheeled rocket. The sexy brunette babe fell back with arms thrown up above her head, her succulent tits thrust forward, swelling up and out of her white satin top as she pressed her body against the wall. As she rose up on the tiptoes of her red spike-heeled sandals, Lexi’s lycra-spandex micro-miniskirt climbed high on her luscious thighs, exposing her shiny red G-string, ruffled garter belt, and the six satin straps attached to the lace tops of her backseam silk stockings. Just as she began to scream, the heavy-duty food cart hit her like a ton of bricks, crushing her voluptuous body against the wall behind her.

The hallway went suddenly silent. The deadly stranger pulled back, his massive cock sliding out of Cherry’s sweet snatch with a wet “pop” as he flung her stiletto boot heels off his shoulders, and jumped down from the rear of the cart. Cherry still lay on top, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, full lips slick with red gloss and blood, a blank stare frozen on her beautiful face, sprawled and spread-eagled in a lewd and suggestive pose, cum-drenched thighs spread wide, bare breasts thrust upward, jewelry-laden arms and leather-booted legs dangling sexily, platinum hair spread out behind in thick waves, stiletto heels twitching erotically, leather mini caressing her tight butt and toned thighs, the long, sharp carving knife still stuck firmly in her once-perfect belly.

Lexi shook her head and groaned. Bent over at the waist, the buxom brunette lay face down on the cart, flopped across the body of her former lover, moaning, groaning, trying to push the cart away. She needed to clear her head. To somehow wake up. To get free. To get away. She was stunned. It was hard to breathe. She couldn’t move.

Lexi’s long, curled eyelashes fluttered, and her smoky brown eyes opened wide. She was starting to come around. What? What was all this stuff? This sticky stuff everywhere. Her white satin top was all wet. And stained red! She was lying on top of something. Someone. Cherry? Oh, my God! It was Cherry. With a knife. A big knife handle sticking up. There was a big knife in her belly. And the blade was all the way down in her navel! What the hell was going on?

Oh, my God! Someone else was there. Standing at the other side of the food cart. The chef? What was he doing? Why didn’t he help her get loose? Lexi could see him. Reaching. Reaching with his right hand. Grabbing the knife. Twisting. Turning. Working the blade up and down. Sliding the knife out of Cherry’s belly. Lexi heard it. The juicy “slurping” sound as the knife came out. Oh, my God! He was wiping the knife off on Cherry’s leather thong. Getting blood all over it!

“Hey, don’t! Don’t do that! Those are Cherry’s panties. They’re made of leather! They’re expensive! You’re gonna ruin ‘em doing that! Stop! Stop it!”

Oh, my God! Now he’s using the knife to cut off Cherry’s leather skirt. Lexi could hear the ripping sound as the knife sliced through the upper half of the miniskirt, cutting into the matching leather belt, until the skirt came apart. He yanked hard on one side, pulling the skirt from underneath Cherry’s tight ass. He held it up. Turning it from side to side. It had been so short and tight on Cherry. It had looked so shiny and sexy. Almost like it was painted on. But now. Now there was blood. Blood all over it. Blood dripping. Dripping off the skirt.

“Hey, what are you doing? That’s Cherry’s leather mini. It was her favorite! It was really sexy! And really expensive! You wrecked it! You’re gonna have to buy her a new one, you know that, don’t you? It’s gonna cost you plenty!”

Oh, my God! Now he’s using the knife to cut off her boots! Lexi watched him slowly slice through the boot laces, all the way from Cherry’s slender ankles to her tanned upper thighs. Watched him slide the boots down Cherry’s smooth, bare legs. One-at-a-time. Slowly. Very slowly. Turning them over in his hands. Caressing them with his fingertips. Licking them with his tongue! Sliding the stiletto heels into his mouth!

“Ewwwwww! That’s so gross! You fucking pervert! Don’t do that! Those are Cherry’s boots! They’re expensive! They go with her leather miniskirt and thong! You’re not gonna steal those too, are you? You better not! They belong to Cherry! Look, who are you anyway? What do you want? I thought you were a chef or something. What’s going on? Please, we’ve got lots of money. It’s in the penthouse. You can have some. Some of the money! Let me go! Please let me go! There are lots of girls in the penthouse too. I can hook you up with someone. I promise. You can have anyone you want! You can have anything! Anything you want! Anything! Please!!!”

The stranger paused. Laying the boots and miniskirt aside, he gazed at the beautiful young brunette, trapped and squirming behind the food cart.

“Yes. Yes, you’re right. I can have anything. Anything I want. And I think I want the money. All the money in the penthouse. You know, that money is really mine anyway. It was my money in the first place. Until you stole it. It belongs to me. I’m just here to get it back. I think I deserve a little something extra. A little payback for all the trouble you and your girlfriends caused me. I spent a lot of time tracking you bitches down. I think I’ll take more than just the money. A lot more. Girls. Yes, I think I want girls too. Cherry told me that her friend Lexi was a real hottie. She said Lexi had gorgeous legs and a beautiful ass. Lexi. Yes, she’s the one I want. I want Lexi. That’s you, right? Yes. You must be Lexi. Well, I guess that settles it. It’s you, Lexi. You’re what I want. I want you. Your gorgeous legs. And your beautiful ass. Right here. Right now.”

Lexi’s pouty mouth fell open, and her big, dark, feline eyes went wide as saucers. Her sex kitten body began to shake and tremble. Then she began to scream. And scream. Screaming the loudest when the stranger disappeared behind her, out of her view.

He moved the food cart forward, away from the wall, stepping behind Lexi’s delicious round ass, pressing into her, holding her in place. Her screaming reached an ear-splitting crescendo until he pushed Cherry’s leather thong into her mouth, turning her high-pitched shrieks into muffled squeals and grunts. He knelt down behind Lexi as she squirmed and wiggled, running his hands up and down her sweet legs, caressing her curvy calves and toned thighs, enjoying the feel of his fingertips gliding along her smooth silk hose.

Ever-so-slowly, he brushed his hands up and down Lexi’s beautiful stocking-clad legs, gripping and squeezing her long, muscled calves and thighs, slipping his hands under her flirty little school-girl micro-miniskirt to grope and pinch her perfect buns, pushing his fingertips between her legs to stroke and squeeze the front of her pretty red satin G-string. He squeezed.

And squeezed. And squeezed. And squeezed. And squeezed. And squeezed.

The dark stranger slid his hands up and down Lexi’s long, curvy, skyscraper legs, moving from red spike-heeled sandals to slender ankles to hard muscled calves to firm toned thighs. Stroking his hands up and down her legs from ankle to crotch. Gripping. Squeezing. Stroking. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Tracing the backseams of her silk stockings. Sliding his hands from front to back. Feeling for the satin garter straps and lace stocking tops that surrounded her upper thighs.

Slowly, one-by-one, he unfastened each satin garter strap holding her stockings in place. Hooking his fingertips inside the lacy top of the stocking on her right leg, he slid the silk stocking down to her ankle before removing the red stiletto platform sandal and pulling the stocking from her leg. He repeated this erotic ritual with her curvy left leg. Unfastening the garter straps that held her stocking in place. Moving his hands down to her red high heels. Gripping and stroking the pointy 6” spike heels. Unfastening the sexy buckles of her ankle-strap stilettos. Caressing the silk that encased her curvy calf and thigh. Sliding the stocking down her leg.

The stranger stood, smiling, licking his lips again as he pressed against Lexi from behind, running his hands down her back and over her micro-mini, following the curve of her hips, over her flat tummy, up across her spectacular chest, squeezing her succulent tits, back down across her trim waist, under her skirt, to her red garter belt and G-string, stroking, and stroking, and stroking with his hands, then moving over her thighs to his final destination, her gorgeous bubble-shaped ass, stroking, petting, squeezing, feeling the muscular tightness of her big, round buns.

He slid his left hand through Lexi’s thick mane of silky jet-black hair, and pulled her head back, draping the silk stockings over her shoulder, sliding them around her slender neck, once, twice, three times. Winding the stockings tighter. And tighter.

Lexi gurgled and flailed as the stockings dug into the soft flesh of her slender neck, tightening around her tender throat, squeezing off her air. She writhed and squirmed, voluptuous body thrashing and jerking, big tits heaving up and down, bouncing and swaying inside her tight white satin halter top as her brown eyes bulged and her long tongue wiggled out between glossy crimson lips. Desperately she clawed at the tightening silk, red fingernails scratching across her constricted throat. Her heart pounded like a jackhammer as she furiously gasped for air. Lexi tried to scream, but only a gurgle escaped her lips. As he drew the stockings ever tighter about her throat, darkness began to slowly swallow her up.

The well-hung stranger tightly gripped the silk knotted around Lexi’s throat, and bent her forward as she writhed and wriggled, lifting the back of her candy-striped micro-mini, groping her delicious hard buns, spreading her firm cheeks, pushing aside the shiny sliver of red G-string, lunging forward, mounting her from behind, thrusting his hard cock into her sweet, tight ass, riding the leggy brunette hottie like a rodeo cowboy, roughly and rhythmically pumping her juicy ass from behind as he pulled the stockings tight.

He swiftly stroked into her, pulling back on her wide hips and thrusting forward, pulling back and thrusting forward, pulling and thrusting, pulling and thrusting, drilling his cock into her from behind, boring between her tight buns, plunging in and out of her delectable derriere while simultaneously gripping and pulling the silk stockings ever tighter.

Lexi grunted and squealed as the well-hung stranger rode her big, round booty, plunging his huge cock deep into her hot ass, up to the hilt. Her muffled gagging and gurgling echoed down the hallway as he thrust hard and deep, plowing between her muscular butt cheeks. He picked up the pace. Stroking and stroking. In and out. In and out. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Pumping her bountiful buttocks hard from behind as he pulled back on the silk stockings, using them like reins, gripping and pulling as he thrust hard, deep into her warm and appetizing ass, pounding her sweet cheeks as she bucked and rolled. Her tight bubble butt wiggled provocatively, thumping rhythmically against his groin as he continued his deep, powerful thrusting, sliding his cock in and out of her tight ass like a hot knife slicing through melting butter.

Lexi rose up on her tiptoes, voluptuous body twisting and turning, fingers clawing at her neck, big tits thrust seductively forward, long dark hair cascading in waves, full lips slick with ruby red gloss, leather thong still trapped in her gaping mouth, curvy leg muscles tensing and tightening, muffled grunts and squeals pouring out of her throat as the stranger rhythmically buried his huge cock up to the hilt in her delicious ass, and methodically throttled her beautiful neck with her own expensive silk stockings.

Lexi’s head fell back, and her long black hair engulfed him. He gripped her thick mane with his left hand. And held the stockings with his right. He pulled. And twisted. The tighter he pulled, the more she wiggled. The more she wiggled, the faster he pumped. He rode her hard. Harder. Faster. Deeper. They rocked and rolled together. In rhythm. Moving. Bending. Twisting. Turning. Writhing. Squirming. Bucking. Rolling.

Yes, he was almost there. He could feel it rising. Rising up. It was coming. Yes, he was cumming. Again. Lexi began to twitch and jerk, jewelry-covered arms falling limply to her sides. Her head fell forward, jet-black hair spilling around her face, brown eyes bulging, long tongue poking past the leather thong and out the side of her sensuous mouth. Lexi shuddered and jerked, twitching erotically as the stranger erupted into her exquisite ass. He heard a last faint gurgle, and felt a final spasmodic twitching. It was over. For Lexi.

He slowly pulled Lexi’s head back, stroking her thick raven hair, gazing at her beautiful face and the sexy silk stockings knotted around her neck, amazed that her deep dark eyes could bulge so far out of their sockets.

He slid a platform sandal across her face, stroking the shiny red shoe over her bluish cheek, probing her wide mouth with the pointy stiletto heel. Working the spike past her full red lips, and down into her slender throat, he hooked the 6” spike into the glossy leather thong trapped within, lifting the thong from her throat, holding the shoe up high, watching the black leather panties swing back and forth from the long stiletto, amazed that a girl could walk on heels so tall.

He slid a hand behind her knees and pulled her legs up, running his fingers across her racy school-girl micro mini and ruffled garter belt, over her firm thighs and around to her tight hamstrings, down the backs of her curvy, well-muscled calves, sliding his hand from front to back, up and down, squeezing and caressing her beautiful thighs and calves, amazed that a female leg could be so long, smooth, tight, and muscular.

He eased her body back, resting her head on his shoulder. Leaning over Lexi’s face, he placed his lips over hers, kissing her deeply. Vigorously. Rolling his tongue round and round the inside of her sensuous red-painted mouth. Sliding his arms around her slender torso. Stroking the front of her stretch satin halter. Pinching her hard nipples through the slick, tight fabric. Releasing her titanic tits from their erotic restraint, sliding his hands to the summit of her mountainous breasts, amazed at their majestic size and exquisite firmness.

He lifted and squeezed her magnificent melons as he flicked his tongue across her cherry red lips, and slowly stroked his still-hard cock between her hard buns, amazed at the lush and pleasing tightness that lay between her muscular butt cheeks, deep inside her sweet backdoor.

Draping the smooth, silk stockings across her big naked breasts, he slid his hands around her neck, and into her untamed mass of dark silken hair, holding it close to his face, breathing in it’s rich aroma, losing his fingertips in its lush volume, amazed at the majestic length and thickness of her luxuriant mane.

Yes, he was amazed. Amazed at his good fortune. It had been much easier than he had anticipated. And much more sensual and satisfying than he could have ever imagined. But he couldn’t linger here much longer. Soon it would be time to move on. To the penthouse. To find his money. And deal with the other girls.

If the rest of them were anything like Cherry and Lexi.

It would be a long and satisfying night.