I got out of the car and went to the door of the motel room where I fumbled with the key in the door. No newfangled magnetic strip key cards for this joint! The door creaked open and I entered the room and flicked on the light. There was a stale smell to the room, to be generous, and the carpet was well worn. I hadn’t been in a hotel room this bad since my backpacking days out of college. I immediately went over to the bed and pulled the bedspread and blanket off, and carefully examined the white sheets. They looked clean enough. What, was I going to abort this mission if I had found a pubic hair? I certainly wasn’t going to abort because I didn’t like the tacky still life painting over the bed or the fact that the TV had rabbit ears.
The room was rather chilly so I turned the heater on. It was one of those noisy things under the front window to the parking lot. I waited for a few seconds, leaning over the contraption, until I could feel air coming out of it that was warmer than the air in the room, and knew that it was a functioning unit.
It was time to bring my “date” into the room. I walked outside, leaving the door to the room ajar. My girl was waiting for me in the passenger seat of the 911 just I had left her, a veritable sleeping beauty waiting to be carried to our love nest.
I opened the car door and, bending over, reached in and undid the girl’s seat belt. I then scooped her up in my arms. She must have weighed about 115 pounds, and I had to exert myself, being careful to keep my back straight as they instruct in those health care videos. I certainly didn’t want to throw my back out at this point!
Shutting the door to the Porsche with my foot, I then proceeded to carry someone’s teenage daughter into a sleazy motel room with the intent of raping her. As I passed through the doorway with her in my arms, feeling like a cheetah who had just captured an unfortunate prey and was now dragging that prey to safe ground in order to consume it at leisure, I wondered if this girl had a father like me, who would rip a man’s penis off and shove it down his mouth if I ever caught the man doing to my daughter what I was about to do to his. No, I figured, he probably was not like me, or else he would never have let his daughter leave the house dressed like a little slut!
Still holding the girl in my arms, I kicked the motel room door shut with my foot and carried her to the bed, where I lay her down gently on her back upon the white sheets. One of her high heel shoes had fallen to the floor before I got her to the bed.
I actually felt a pang of guilt for a few moments—but only for the few moments that it took me to stand back and gaze down upon this beautiful young creature who now lay helpless and at my mercy, all alone with me in this otherwise depressing excuse for a motel room. The guilt had sprung from the fact that my own, courageous daughter had stepped up and saved her friend from possibly being raped by who knows how many horny young teen studs, and then delivered the girl into the care of what she thought were the trusted hands of her own, dear father. The irony was compelling. What would Ashley think if she knew that with her father, her friend had gone from the frying pan and into the fire?
In any event, the guilt was quickly washed away by the perfect setup of this caper: no one would ever know anything about what was about to happen here. Only me. My responsibility was to return this girl in one piece to her parents by 11:00 pm, and that is what I would do. It was just that, before doing so, I would enjoy a thorough tasting of that one piece!
The room was warming up nicely. I looked at my watch. 9:35. I would have a full hour before having to leave. I took off all my clothes. My penis hung heavy in the air as I turned and looked at the teenage girl on her back, passed out on the bed, one shoe missing, her miniskirt hiked up to her soul, her tube top, bulging with her young, firm tits, covering no more than a five inch wide swath of her upper body. Her hair lay strewn about her lovely, sleeping face. She was eighteen. She was lovely. And she was MINE!
For a second I saw my own daughter laying there, about to be raped by an evil man, but was quickly able to shake that vision from my head, and return to the mental state of a young boy at Christmas about to unwrap the biggest present under the tree. As I stood there looking at her, I debated with myself if I wanted to fuck her with her clothes on—simply pull the tube top down around her belly and push that sexy miniskirt up just far enough to give me access to her pussy—or if I should strip her naked? I decided on the latter. I wanted to have the little cock teaser completely NAKED—except for her pretty little earrings and the tiny gold necklace around her neck, plus the matching chain I now noticed around her right ankle, the one above the shoeless foot. The boy at Christmas would TOTALLY unwrap his present before playing with it. In fact, the unwrapping was half the fun!
Before proceeding, I grabbed my cell phone and snapped a photo of my subject. The phone’s strobe flash bathed her body in illuminating light for a fraction of a second. This would surely be the only time in my life that I would have an opportunity such as this, and I wanted to have a pictorial record of it.
My palms were sweaty as I now took the girl’s arms and extended them over her head. This allowed me to pull the tube top over her head and off her arms. I stepped back and again took a picture of her, now in only the miniskirt and the dainty bra which, as I had already seen, covered only the lower portion of a pair of tits that would have been the envy of any woman. I then rolled the girl onto her side, giving me access to the clasp of the bra behind her back. Jesus, I thought as I undid the snap, I hope to hell I can get this thing back on her when I’m through. As I said, I had taken many bras off women in my time, but I had never put one back on. Oh well, I would worry about that when the time came.
Rolling the teenager back onto her back, her arms flopping lifelessly, I pulled off her bra and carefully laid it aside. I then turned to gaze upon her now wonderfully exposed abdomen. My eyes devoured her now bared breasts, and then studied the shape of her grown woman’s body as its lines curved inward to a tiny waist and then swelled back into a pair of wide hips. The waistline of the miniskirt hit her at the widest part of those hips.
I would have this vision of her—naked save for the miniscule skirt covering her private parts and the single high heel shoe—for eternity, as I again snapped a flash photo of her. Her arms lay bent at the elbows in the photo, with the palms of her hands facing up on either side of her head.
My heart pounding, the sweatiness of my own palms seemed to increase as I again rolled the high school senior onto her side and undid the clasp of her skirt, and then pushed the zipper down its entire four inch length. Shouldn’t be too hard to re-dress her, I thought, as I then began to tug the miniskirt downward off those curvaceous hips. As the waistline of the skirt came down, a pair of pink, thong panties greeted me. I paused to take another photo with her skirt in a bunch around her knees and the thong panties guarding the most intimate part of her young, hard body. These photos would provide fantastic masturbation material in the future!
Impatiently now, I pulled the skirt the rest of the way down the young girl’s shapely legs and off her feet. Her remaining shoe also came off at this point. Another photo. Actually, I took several photos of her with only the thong panties, positioning her legs in various poses, some where her thighs hide her crotch, others with her spread eagled so that her panty-clad crotch was fully visible.
Next, my trembling, sweaty hands grasped the thong panties by the strings that wrapped around the girl’s broad hips. Holding my breath, my pulse racing, I pulled the panties downward, off those hips, down her legs and off her feet,
My young girl was now totally naked!
Her lovely body was a delight to behold. Her skin, as pure and smooth as honey, showed tan lines that evidenced sunbathing in a very skimpy bikini. I spread her thighs and noted how the lips of her pussy were framed with the tiniest of fine, light colored pubic hairs. The crude lighting of the shitty room actually bathed her nude body in a very attractive manner. I was sure that the flash photos I took—including one just after removing her panties, would not do justice to the beautiful tone of her skin as she lay sleeping on the bed before me.
Some men might, at this point, have suffered a change of heart, might have taken pity on this poor, defenseless young girl. They might have covered her nakedness and taken her, untouched, back to the protective custody of her parents, which would have been the honorable thing to do. If you had asked me a couple hours earlier, I would have considered myself one of those honorable men. Instead, I climbed onto the bed and spread the teenage girl’s legs even wide apart. I then lifted her right foot and started to suck her toes. Soon my mouth trailed onto her foot, then to her ankle, then proceeded up her calf, my tongue licking her smooth, soft skin as I went. The girl’s leg was spectacular and I tasted it all the way, past her knee, on to the inside of her thigh, and all the way up to her girlhood.
Grasping the girl by her ass cheeks, I lifted her lower abdomen up to my face and began eating her sweet, young pussy, just as a man would hold and eat a quarter watermelon. She tasted fantastic! Before too long, evidence of vaginal secretions greeted my nose and taste buds. The girl’s mind was shut down, but her body was responding to stimulation!
I draped her legs over my shoulders, which meant that I no longer needed to support her ass with my hands while my face was buried in her pussy. My hands now traveled to her breasts to fondle them as my mouth continued to devour her fresh, eighteen-year-old cunt. I stuck my nose inside the lips of her sex and breathed in the full flavor of her youthful femininity.
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