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Stanton bent over, pushing her ass into Brickhouse's face and
exposing more of her juicy slit to his eager tongue. The faint
whiff of her scent was replaced with the full smell of her
arousal. Brickhouse licked and swirled around her twat, then
pushed forward, plunging inside with gusto. 

With her hands around Derringer's slim waist to support her
weight, Stanton was free to wrap his cock with her mouth. By
pushing against him and letting herself fall back again, Stanton
guided her mouth over the length of his shaft. Her tits rocked
gently. Wade stripped off his underwear, and his stiff prick
bobbed in the air as he moved toward Stanton. 

"I'm gonna cut back in now," Wade announced. 

So the swapping began. The boys took turns placing their heads
between Stanton's legs, eventually bringing her to orgasm and
causing a minor break in her fellatio endurance test. For Stanton
certainly enjoyed the steady parade of cock that hovered in front
of her face; the sight of well built young men to either side of
her, jerking off in anticipation; and the small ache in her jaw
from the strain. It was a fine display of dick sucking. 

There was more of the same out in the hall. 

Maytag had settled on a spot in front of the emergency stairs,
around the corner for the elevators, and out of view of the suite
entrance. He figured that from there he could hear the door or the
elevator bell before anyone could see him with his dick swinging
in Lindsey's face. At least that was what he thought before she
started giving him head. 

It started out simply. Maytag took off his suit jacket, Lindsey
made a comment about the equipment in his shoulder holster. He
unzipped his pants and she made another comment about the
equipment in his boxers. The quips were remarkably similar.
Lindsey pulled his underwear down to his knees, looked up at him
and smiled and then took his partially limp organ in her mouth.
She hummed, tugged on him with her mouth, and soon he was fully
aroused. His meat swelled, and her pink lips made a lovely O
shape to fit him in her mouth. Lindsey grabbed his ass. It was
the first she had used her hands since pulling down his boxers. 

That was when the noise started. Lindsey used her grip on his ass
to anchor herself and she began to bob her head on his cock like
a rubber dinghy caught in a sea storm. With each stroke, she
pulled all the way off his cock,making a plopping sound and
smacking her lips. Her mouth was a spring of wetness, and spit
dribbled down the length of Maytag's shaft to tickle his balls.
She moaned the whole time, as if his turgid cock was some kind of
harmonica. It was the loudest, wettest, sloppiest blowjob Maytag
had ever received. 

"Oh, fuck," he mumbled. 

Maytag bucked his hips slightly, but Lindsey noticed. She took
half his length in her mouth, then smacked him on the ass. When
Maytag stood still she slapped him again, harder. He got the
message and bucked his hips. He fucked her pretty pink lips,
fucked that wonderfully wet mouth, until the pressure of orgasm
built up and sapped the strength from his legs. 

Lindsey took up the motion for him, continuing the same slurping
style of cocksucking she started with. After another quick slap
to his buttock, Lindsey deftly moved her hand to the the cleft of
his cheeks and slid a finger into his ass. Maytag gasped for
breath. 

All the while, her sucking was relentless, and even as Maytag's
spunk surged into her mouth she kept on bobbing her head on his
shaft. "God damn," he grunted. Maytag was drained. He thrust his
arm out to the wall for support. He could hardly stand. 

Lindsey was much more energetic. "Good?" 

"Better than good." 

"Did you like how I just slipped that in at the end?" Lindsey had
produced a compact mirror and tube of lipstick from somewhere.
She applied a fresh coat of pink to her lips. 

"That was a surprise," Maytag admitted. He caught his breath and
pulled up his pants. 

"Now do you think I can get in there?" Lindsey asked. 

"I'm sorry, I can't let you bring that food in there," he said. 

"Fine! I'll leave the food out here." 

That certainly eased Maytag's suspicions. The blowjob helped,
too. He caved. "I just want to search you first." 

"I bet you do," she teased. 

Maytag patted her down, and only felt a few loose objects in her
jacket. "Empty the pockets." 

Lindsey did as ordered. Maytag examined the compact and the
lipstick tube; one key chain; a set of twenty dollar bills tied
with a rubber band: probably for bribes to get up here, Maytag
thought. He noted there was no identification, but shrugged it
off. One last item intrigued him: a blister with foil covering
one side. It looked like some over-the-counter drug. Several
tablets had already been pushed through the foil. 

"What's this?" Maytag asked. 

"Suppository." Maytag kept his gaze on her. She elaborated. "I
wouldn't want to get pregnant or anything. I mean, it's just not
worth it." 

"Could you repeat that?" Maytag asked. 

"I said it's a suppository." 

"After that. You said something after that. You said, 'It's just
not worth it.'" Those were the same words used in the threatening
note. 

Maytag reached a hand into his jacket. Lindsey moved to place the
cart between the two of them. But Maytag did not grab his weapon.
Instead he reached behind his back and shoved his hand into his
pants. He grimaced, and then removed his hand. He held out his
palm, revealing a white tablet, like the ones from the package.
It had already started to soften. "Just slipped that in there,
huh, Lindsey?" 

"You've got the wrong idea," she said. 

"I'm sorry, Lindsey." 

Then Maytag did draw his weapon. He ordered the blonde to put her
hands on the wall, and proceeded to cuff her. Maytag placed
Lindsey Ward under arrest. Hardly a fair way to reciprocate. 

* * *

In the hotel room, Stanton kept at her definition of body guard
duty. Pricks that started out as dangling hoses had long since
turned to stiff rods. As much as she liked feeling them swell
against her lips and push firmly down on her tongue, Stanton had
another fine use for them. She was about to suggest one when
Derringer spoke up. 

"Come over here," he said. Those were rather ordinary words, to
be sure, but the picture he cut as his firm buns moved over to
the couch and sat down, and his hard cock pointed straight up at
the ceiling, was enticing enough. 

Stanton moved to the couch, and the remaining trio stared at her
ass. Brickhouse and the others had a close up view, but now they
got to appreciate it in its wider context. One at a time, the
legs in their beige stockings slid onto the cushions. She
straddled Derringer's legs. 

"That's it baby," Derringer said, "Ride this fucking cock." As an
invitation it certainly had more punch than "come over here." 

"Like this?" Stanton asked. She reached behind her and grabbed at
his dick, taking hold of the root and part of his nut sack.
Stanton guided the swollen head to the parted lips of her pussy
and then sank her body onto his shaft. 

"Damn, I wish I had a camera," JC said, pumping his cock with his
fist. 

Wade said nothing but moved over to the couch. He stood with one
foot on the cushion next to Stanton and the other planted firmly
on the floor. Stanton stopped rocking on Derringer's cock and ran
her lips along Wade's glistening hard-on. 

Derringer grabbed hold of Stanton's ass and thrust up at her.
Banging her from beneath caused small waves to ripple across her
cheeks, and Stanton grunted in approval. Derringer fucked as hard
as he could, and his balls slapped up at her backside just after
every upstroke. JC and Brickhouse urged him on. 

"Yeah, Derringer" 

"Fuck her, man, fuck her." 

Stanton felt another orgasm coming, and stood still. But Wade and
Derringer kept stroking. Wade moved his cock back and forth in
her mouth, with a hand on the side of her face to guide him.
Derringer pounded away at her wet cunt, but the sound of their
bodies slapping against each other was drowned out by grunts,
heavy breathing, and a steady chorus of "oh yeahs" from all
quarters. 

When Stanton came, she dug her nails into Derringer's shoulder
and Wade's lower back. Wade's cock slipped out of her mouth and
ran along her face but Derringer's tool kept on its relentless
thrusts. Stanton spasmed. 

"Oh, oh, OH, FUCK!" Stanton cried before straining for breath. 

But it was Derringer who was exhausted after, and Stanton who
found renewed energy. Quickly she lifted herself off his cock,
which fell back to his body with a wet smacking sound. Stanton
slid down Derringer's sweaty torso and onto the floor. She
gripped Derringer's cock at the base and licked her juices from
its length. 

"Oh, that was so fucking nice," she said. 

Kneeling on the ground, Stanton's ass emerged from the tops of
her brown thigh high stockings like two scoops of ice cream on
top of a sugar cone. JC almost threw the table out of the way to
kneel behind her. 

"You want some more, baby?" JC asked as he moved his cock between
her legs. 

"Mm-hmm," Stanton said. It was all she could manage with a mouth
full of Derringer dick. 

JC rested a hand on her ass. It was slightly damp with
perspiration, but nowhere near as wet as her sopping pussy. Once
the head parted the seam, JC's dick slid in easily. Her cunt gave
way to his thrusts like warm pudding, but the walls constrained
him like a vise. The sensation was incredible, and certainly
better than his fist had been. 

"You like that? Huh? You like that?" 

"Mm-hmm," Stanton repeated. She could feel his strokes grow
erratic, and she knew he would come any second. To help him, she
dipped her lower back up and down, moving her ass back at him.
She pulled away from Derringer's member and encouraged him. 

"Oh, yeah, like that," she exhorted him. "Fuck me." But at that
time, Stanton was doing all the fucking. JC was just a passenger
in a roller coaster, watching in amazement at the wonders beneath
him, falling over the top of the hill. He came and Stanton felt
his warmth spill inside her. 

The overwhelming pleasure of Stanton's earlier orgasm had ebbed.
In its place was a steady tingle in her pussy, sure to be sore
tomorrow, a heightened state of arousal, and a rush of adrenaline.
She wanted to call out, "Next!" 

The gang-bang had a mind of its own at that point, though, or at
least a momentum dictated by position and the boys' need for
release. Wade sat down on the couch next to Derringer, giving
Stanton a choice of hard dicks to fill her face. Brickhouse
slipped behind her and entered just as JC had. His strokes were
full and slow, pushing all the way inside her and beyond, pushing
her face head against Wade's balls, Derringer's thigh, or
whatever was close at the time. 

"Uhhh," Stanton grunted. The tiny tingle was growing again, she
could feel it. All she really needed was something closer to her
clit. She crawled forward, sliding off Brickhouse's cock. On to
the sofa, and the incredibly persistent hard-on of Ricky
Derringer, she went once more. 

"I'm so close, girl," Brickhouse said. 

"Let me taste it," Stanton replied. 

Brickhouse did as ordered, and Stanton licked his ebony tool top
to bottom. It was a mix of salt, pussy, and semen, and it made
her nipples harder just to smell it. Stanton slid gently along
Derringer's turgid flesh while Brickhouse fucked her mouth in
search of release. Wade watched it all and waited his turn. 

"Wade D!" JC called. "Fuck her ass, man." 

Wade hesitated and JC repeated himself. "Go on, man, do it!" 

Stanton took Brickhouse in her fist so she could speak. "Go
ahead, stud," she teased. 

Wade stood, and moved behind Stanton. He looked down and saw the
white of her thighs above the dark tops of her stockings. Her ass
looked inviting, all the more as it moved up and down, exposing
part of Derringer's engorged prick before swallowing it up again.
Wade wondered how he should lubricate her asshole. JC must have
been reading his thoughts. 

"I got it," JC said. He pulled a small tube out of his pocket.
"Lip balm! It should work on this end, too!" 

JC placed the nozzle in the crack of Stanton's ass. She felt it
and stopped her rocking for a moment. Derringer picked up the
pace. JC squeezed half the tube out onto her tight hole and
worked a finger inside past the muscular ring. 

"Mmmpph," Stanton mumbled around Brickhouse's girth. 

Wade dumped the rest of the jelly on his cock and spread it
around. JC pulled out of the way, and Wade pushed the distended
tip of his prick against the ribbed circle of Stanton's asshole.
With one surge he pushed forward and his dick slid in past the
tight greased opening and into the hot orifice. 

As Stanton jerked Brickhouse off into her open mouth, he watched
the other two take turns at stroking her from behind. Her
expression was a mix of grimace and grin as those two cocks took
turns moving in and out of her ass and pussy. She had trouble
staying level with the head of his cock and he had trouble
staying his impending orgasm. The curious look of ecstasy on her
face proved to be too much. He grunted with arresting pleasure
and his breath seemed to stop as his prick pulsed and sprayed
Stanton's mouth and chin with a jet of hot white cream. Some
dribbled down her neck towards the valley between her tits, some
splashed off her cheek and fell on the chest of the man
underneath her. 

"Hey, watch that," Derringer said. 

"Oh, I'll get that," Stanton cooed. She wiped the jizz from her
chin with the back of her arm, and then bent down towards the
man's chest. Her ass pointed more in the air as she did so, and
the gent at her rear straightened his back and continued to slide
in her tight hole. 

Stanton's long dark hair dangled in Derringer's face. She flipped
it over the side of her neck so that he could see her face, and
then she licked the fallen jism from his chest. 

"Goddamn, girl!" Derringer exclaimed. His amazing endurance gave
way in a flash. Semen coursed through his cock and pleasure
racked his body. 

Wade could feel the twitching against the underside of his prick,
and he, too, entered his climax. He stood fixed in place as his
orgasm crested. His toes curled, his mouth fell open, and stream
after stream of cum surged into Stanton's ass. 

"Holy shit," JC said. "That was intense, yo." 

No one said anything in response. They were spent. Stanton asked
for a glass of water and some towels, and JC dutifully fetched
them. A mobile phone began to ring when he returned. 

"JC," Derringer said, "I'm gonna throw that thing out the
window." 

"It's not mine!" 

"Oh, shit!" Stanton said. She dropped her towel and an to her
suit jacket, removing the phone. "Agent Stanton," she said. 

"It's me, Maytag," came the response. "I think I have our
stalker." 

"Really?" 

"Really. She tried to sneak in with a food delivery. But a search
revealed some contraband. I'm in the lobby now with her. The
local PD just arrived. I think we can wrap this thing up
tonight." 

"Great." 

"I think you should still keep an eye on those guys, though." 

"No problem," Stanton assured her partner. 

"Have they gotten out of hand, yet?" 

"Not at all. In fact they just got done putting on a little show
for me." 

"Huh? I didn't know you liked their stuff." 

"Well," Stanton said as she looked back at the naked guys and
winked at them. JC's dick twitched slightly. "They kind of grow
on you after a while." 

END
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