The Open Arms Motel

Greg wanted to run across the courtyard and kiss her. He couldn’t be happier. This sweet lady would make him rich. He could get big money for an original x-rated tape with such a hot, high-classed babe on it.
“You look good enough to eat,” the man leered.
“I am. I used the cherry flavored spermicide.”
“Wh… what?” Greg yelled. “Don’t ruin my tape,” he warned, shaking his finger at the screen.
He saw the headlights of a car pull up outside. He should have turned on the “no vacancy” sign, but the manager would kill him if he saw it on, with only three cars in the courtyard. He stood undecided, with his body in the door, but his attention on the tv screen. An old man hurried to the door and stepped inside. Greg reluctantly closed the office door.

“A game?” the old man asked.
“Huh?”
“You watching a game in there?”
“Oh, no. It’s a family… uh, video.”
“Sounds like they’re fighting. I need a room.”
“Here you go, room 1M,” Greg pushed the key across the desk.
“Shouldn’t I sign something?”
“No, I trust you. Just give me 40 bucks and we’ll call it even. Ok?”
“Sure,” the man said in surprise. He slid two twenties across the desk and left with the key, looking over his shoulder at Greg as he did.

Greg busted through the office door to see the blonde now naked, laying across the bed. The man was on his knees beside the bed, eating her delicious looking pussy. The blonde was mashing her tits in her hands, withering and moaning with her face twisted in pleasure. Her golden hair was spread across the bedspread like a cascade of morning light. Her long, slender body was absolutely perfect, achingly flawless like a box of white fudge.

“Oh – my – God,” Greg gasped in astonishment. “Why can’t I find a girl like that? Why do all my dates look… and smell, like washerwomen?” Probably because they were washerwomen, he thought with a smile. He mostly fucked the motel maids.

The man watched the blonde’s face, as he gave her a good eating. He plastered his mouth against her pussy and shook his mouth from side to side, while she made a loud keening sound.
She lifted her legs and put one on each of his shoulders. He massaged her left leg, while continuing to eat. Finally she sat up and grabbed his head, lifting him. She turned over on her stomach with her knees on the floor. He sank down behind her, took his cock in his hand, and guided it into her wet pussy.

“Oh yes,” she cried, shuddering, grabbing the blankets in her hands and twisting them as he slid in and out of her inviting pussy. “Fuck me good, Ethan,” she gasped.
“Yes, fuck her good, Ethan,” Greg said eagerly. He leaned forward, watching every movement, while chewing on his finger nails. His cock was hard, straining against his pants. He resisted the urge to take it out. A customer could come in at any time.

“Shit, Ethan, I’m coming,” the blonde suddenly gasped. She twisted slightly, looking over her left shoulder. Her perfect breast was now visible again. Greg ached to touch it, to kiss it.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, she chanted, clutching at his body as he pumped his cock into her ass.
“Oh, oh, eeeeeeeeee!” she screamed. She fell face down on the bed and beat on the bed with fists. Ethan continued to fuck her, unrelentingly. She screamed again, hunching her ass against his pelvis. Shaking her head violently, she finally fell face down again and sobbed softly into the blankets. She sat up and turned, pushing him away.

“Stop, stop,” she screamed, clawing at his body. He froze in place, allowing her sensitive pussy to relax around his impaling cock. She lay gasping for breath for several minutes, before she turned and smiled at him over her shoulder. He started again, slowly.

“He’s well-trained,” Greg observed. He rushed to the door and looked out. The coke machine reflected in the front door. Greg was thirsty. He took a dollar from the till and hurried over to the machine. The can dropped down and he rushed back. Nothing had changed. Ethan was slowly pumping away in her pussy again. She was making animal noises and clawing the bed.
“What a fucking show,” Greg said, taking a sip of his coke. He checked his watch. It was 2:00 o’clock AM, he had his first wake-up call at 4:00 AM. He had plenty of time.

Ethan was pumping his cock into the creamy white flesh of the blonde’s ass. She was crying again, moaning, hissing, withering as his impaling rod slammed in and out of her soft, jiggling ass. He seemed unstoppable. Greg wondered what he used to stay hard for so long. Greg was usually gone in 60 seconds.

“Oh fuck,” Ethan finally moaned, pumping harder. His slamming pelvis made the sweet blonde bounce on the bed. The bed springs were squeaking like crazy. The blonde was biting her lip. She turned and watched their reflection in the mirror, with her face twisted in passion.

Greg could almost feel himself fucking that lovely lady. She was the hottest woman he had ever seen, outside of a professional X-rated tape. And she was making a tape just for him.

“Oh fuck!” Ethan screamed without warning. He stiffened, jerking behind the sweet blonde’s ass. She ground her ass against his cock desperately, hoping for a second orgasm. But it was too late, Ethan was filling her sweet pussy with the last few spurts of cum, then he pulled out and collapsed on the bed. She looked on in disappointment. Finally she crawled up on the bed, and began fingering her pussy, while watching her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t know that she was staring directly at the camera. Would she mind if she did know? She obviously liked watching herself, but on the other hand, who wouldn’t. She was perfect.

She began rotating her fingers inside her spread pussy. Both knees were thrown wide, her back was against the headboard, which creaked slightly at her hectic activity. Never taking her eyes off her own reflection, she stirred that tasty pudding with desperate fingers until she finally screamed and threw her head back, still rotating her fingers as her pussy spasmed and clenched around them.

Greg sat in awed silence, watching the most fantastic masturbation he had ever seen. She screamed and withered for several full minutes, before she slid her fingers into her mouth and sank down to relax on the bed.

“I never get tired of seeing that?” Ethan said, drying his crotch on a towel.
“Me either,” Greg said in awe.
“You could have finished me yourself, asshole.”
“And missed that show? Besides, you love making love to yourself.”
“True,” she said, smiling as she lit a cigarette.
“Ok, we will start with Edgewood. We can survey the area tomorrow and see if it’s all that Griffith said it would be. If it is, we can start buying up land next week. But, we need entire blocks. I’m not building at all if we have to negotiate with hold-outs. We are too low on capital.”
“We have to spend another night here?” the blonde asked.
“Hey, it’s not too bad. I think the guy behind the desk has a thing for me,” Ethan laughed.
“What!” Greg yelled.
“I’d let him lick my ass,” she said with a smile.
“When?” Greg cried.
“Hey, that’s my ass,” Ethan said playfully.
“The hell it is. You may use my brain if you like, but not my ass. That’s still mine.”
“Fair enough.”
“When!” Greg yelled, beating his hands on the desk.
“Did you hear something?” Ethan asked, listening carefully.
“Oh fuck,” Greg said, covering his mouth.
“Hello?”
Greg gasped in horror. He shut off the tv and hurried out into the front office. The little old man was back.
“Yes?”

Greg drove through the back roads of Edgewood. Hunting cabins and summer cottages filled the spacious forrest. It was fall, there were very few leaves overhead. A thick canopy of leaves on the forrest floor would ensure a bumper crop of moral mushrooms, mayflowers, and adder tongues next spring. Some people would tap the maples for syrup when the snow melted.
The hunters were gone for the season, snow would fall soon. And everywhere that Greg looked, he saw “for sale” signs. He jotted down a few numbers, then drove on. He passed Ethan and his sugar sweet blonde twice, but pulled his had down low over his eyes to keep from being recognized. His pickup truck was a ’57 Chevy, held to together with bailing wire and a few judicious applications of body putty and primer. It was nothing to draw attention to itself. Greg, in his plaid hat and hunting jacket, looked like any old hick on those back roads.
But Greg had a plan, and relatives who could mortgage their property to borrow money. Greg was about to become a land baron.

Night fell. Lights started coming on all over town. The rich couple lived it up, pigging out at the local truck stop for dinner, then returning to their motel room for a little slap and tickle.
In the back office of the motel, the lights from a television set flickered on a young man’s face. He sat entranced by what he was watching. An onlooker might assume it was an old re-run of Lassy, or perhaps an exciting episode of Bonanza. It wasn’t. It was the view he received from room 1C. And he was more interested in what they were saying, rather than what they were doing.
“If we build on the ridge, it will make the surrounding areas increase in value a hundred fold,” Ethan called toward the bathroom.

“So?” the blonde came out drying her hair in all her naked glory. Greg watched those long legs stride across the room. Her light brown bush was neatly trimmed, about the size of a hand. There wasn’t a flaw on her long, sexy body anywhere. She was so damned perfect.
“So we should buy up the entire area.”
“We don’t need the entire area, to build a small community. We only need the land on the ridge.”
“Why let somebody else get rich?” he asked, bouncing to a sitting position and sniffing her neck. “You smell good.”
“I know. So when does the buying stop? The community, the entire corner of this state? What?”
“Ethan kissed her neck, then massaged her shoulders as he talked.

“The ridge and all the land around the lake. I hear there are a million mosquitos here in the summer. We would have to spray extensively until the last parcel of land is sold. Let’s include 5 years of guaranteed maintenance, water and sewage treatment facilities, fire-fighting and light security. Let’s say a maximum investment of 1.5 million, and that allows for reinvestment of our first net profits, over and above what we keep back for ourselves. Does that sound fair?”

“I don’t know. I will have to ask daddy, and my husband, I suppose. He is on the board.”
“Her… her husband!” Greg gasped.
“Oh yes, him,” Ethan smiled as he slid up behind her and cupped her breasts in his hands. Greg could just feel those breasts. Perfect, firm, softly-scented breasts.
“Nice,” Ethan said, kissing the side of her neck, as he twirled her nipples with his forefingers. She moaned and closed her eyes.
“I could use a good blowjob,” Ethan whispered.
“And I could use a good eating,” she said, capturing his mouth with her own. They kissed savagely, while Ethan manipulated her breasts with skilled hands.
“69?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” she nodded, while seeking his tongue with her own. Ethan flipped over on his back. She crawled around and slid on top of him. To Greg’s extreme pleasure, her ass was facing the mirror. It had to be the sweetest ass he had ever seen. He would do anything to sink his cock into that velvety smooth ass. It would be so soft, so hot.

Greg watched Ethan begin eating the sweet blonde ass, while his own cock tried to rip his pants apart. He looked at the front door indecisively, then reached out and pushed the door close. He quickly unzipped his pants, and with a moan of pleasure, Greg began running his fist up and down on his throbbing cock. With his eyes glued to the small, delicate pussy on the screen, he massaged his cock until it was hot and throbbing inside his hand. Lubricant rolled up on the tip and he rubbed it inside his hand, to lubricate it. Amid the sounds of the slippery liquid filling his hand, he began rubbing himself toward an orgasm. Gasping for breath, he watched Ethan eagerly eating the blonde’s pussy. The blonde’s head bobbed up and down like a pump in an oil field. Slowly and methodically, her head rose and fell, engulfing Ethan’s raging cock in her soft, red lips and sucking him like few man had ever been sucked before.