Heather's Story

Chapter One…Heather Grabbed the Pillow

Chapter One

HEATHER GRABBED THE pillow off the hotel bed and tossed it on the floor as she knelt down in front of Nick. “I really want to give you a blowjob,” she said with an eager and nervous laugh.

“Be my guest,” he replied. They had stumbled back to his together and had an impromptu makeout session up against the wall. She had felt his hard c**k pressed up against her body when they were kissing and now she wanted to experience what it felt like in her mouth.

She didn’t bother trying to help him out of his clothes. Heather just unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipped and dropped his pants. Nick wore boxer briefs which clung tightly around his muscular thighs. Rubbing the outside of his underwear once she felt his hardness under the soft cotton. He grinned down at her, his back pressed up against the wall, but she didn’t see the leering expression on his face because she was too enamored of his still-hidden manhood. The big reveal happened after she hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxers and abruptly yanked them down, freeing his c**k to jut out from his body at a perfect forty-five degree angle.

Nicholas wasn’t huge, but he had nothing to be ashamed of in the manhood department. Heather had seen bigger c***s in her life, but only in pictures. She was about to grab the base and put his hard flesh in her mouth when she abruptly stopped, stunned by what extra little bit he was sporting.

“Oh…wow. Does that hurt?” she asked, marveled at what he had done to himself.

“No. It feels good. That’s why I have it.”

“Yeah.” Heather was unsure what to do. She didn’t want to touch it for fear of hurting the man she had hooked up with at the conference where they were supposed to be learning about changes in insurance law but where they were actually just looking for s*x. But at the same time, she wanted to see what a ring of metal felt like going through a man’s p***s. He waited patiently, doing nothing, until she finally reached out and gently ran her fingers along his length.

“Don’t be shy,” he said. “You’re not going to hurt me. You’ve never been with a guy who has a PA?”

“A pierced c**k?” She didn’t understand the abbreviation.

“Prince Albert. It’s the type of piercing I have.”

She shook her head. “No. I’ve never had s*x with a guy with a PA,” she admitted. “Once I f****d a guy who had some tattoos, but that’s it.” She tore her eyes away from the intersection of metal and flesh to glance up at him. “And you don’t seem the type to have tattoos…or this.”

“I don’t have any tattoos,” he told her.

“But you have this.” Heather had lost some of her shyness and with her hand wrapped around the base of his c**k she moved it back and forth slightly, admiring it. He wasn’t huge, and the ring that went into his urethra slit and out the underside of his c**k, made for an interesting image that would remain forever her in mind.

“You need a lot of confidence to be successful that what I do. Whenever question myself and start thinking I don’t know what I’m doing, there’s my PA reminding me that I’m the biggest swinging d**k in the room.” Nick was one of the trainers at the conference. He dealt with all sorts of insurance law every day. Heather knew he wasn’t exaggerating.

Still, she giggled a little at him. “Well, maybe not the biggest I’ve ever seen,” she teased.

“Put it in your mouth and I’ll show you exactly how big it is.” He pushed his hips forward, running the velvety head along her check which left a little wet trail of precum on her skin. Not wanting to seem unworthy of his attention—and looking for a little adventure—she turned her head and caught his c**k between her lips. Once he was inside her mouth, everything went back to normal. Mostly.

She had half-expected the metal ring to be cold, but it was as warm as his flesh—which only made sense because it had obviously picked up his body heat. She had given plenty of blowjobs in her life and this was only slightly different from every one of the previous ones. Heather could feel the bit of jewelry on her tongue and between her lips. It was completely smooth. The silver ring was closed by a ball that had two small indentations on it where the ends of the ring pinched it. The entire design was one of cleverness combined with necessity. After a few minutes of sucking and licking Heather realized she wanted him to c*m in her mouth. That too would be something new, something she had never done with another man…and she realized that everything she did with Nick would qualify as something new she had never done with another man by mere virtue of him having a piercing.

Without warning, he pulled back, removing his c**k from her mouth. She was disappointed but for some reason asked, “Do you want to c*m on my face?” Every time a guy had c*m on her face before, it had largely been an accident. Heather realized it would be thrilling to have him c*m on her; it might be humiliating, but it was something she wouldn’t have an opportunity to do again.

He shook his head. “Uh-uh. I want to c*m in you.”

“You can c*m in my mouth,” she quickly agreed and parted her lips so he could do so.

Once more he shook his head. “No. In your pussy.”

The moment she had agreed to go back to his hotel room, she knew that s*x was inevitable, but at the moment of truth, she got worried. There were so many risks, but he didn’t give her much time to think. “Okay,” she agreed hesitantly. She was still fully clothed and she reached for the buttons on her blouse.

“Do I need a condom?” he asked.

“No,” she said softly while she considered the repercussions of her answer.

“Good.” He yanked off his shirt and stepped out of his shoes and pants. A second later he had he sprawled on her back on the bed while he yanked up her skirt and found her panties. Heather didn’t resist, and in fact helped him get her clothes off, but he was too eager, too excited to bother stripping off all her clothes. She barely got two buttons on her blouse undone before he had her skirt up to her waist and was pulling her panties down her legs. The big mistake she had made which had started this whole affair, was her choice in wearing thigh-highs instead of regular stockings. They made her feel sexy, the bit of bare flesh between the top of the stockings and her panties.

In their scramble one of her shoes was knocked off but the other remained on. That was the foot where her panties got tangled and Nick didn’t bother trying to sort out the problem. He got on top of her, spread her legs, and pressed his cockhead to the slit between her legs. A moment of clarity made her realize she could feel the metal ring between her labia as he entered her and then they were f*****g, rutting like animals.

Bare flesh to bare flesh they devolved to their base needs and she found herself moaning in pleasure, unable to form words. He slammed into her, f*****g her roughly. She was wet from the big build up and lubrication wasn’t a problem; with her it never was. It was their first time and they both knew it wouldn't last long…but there would be many more couplings over the next day.

When he came she could feel his hot semen inside her and that made her realize she had c*m as well, but couldn’t remember it happening. Each new little fiery spurt gave her another thrill and she wanted more and more, but he was only good for maybe six or seven ejaculations of semen before his orgasm was over. And then she realized he had c*m with her more than any other man had before.

“Oh f**k that was good!” she told him, kissing his cheek and whispering in his ear.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed, still breathing heavily on top of her.

His c**k slowly shrunk away and after a minute he slipped out of her causing a little rush of his spunk back out of her p***y and onto the bed sheets. Heather pushed at him, indicating she wanted his body off hers. “You’re crushing me.”

Reluctantly he rolled off her and his soft, though still impressively sized c**k laid against his thigh.

“I need to clean up,” she said as she scooted to the edge of the bed. Nick caught her wrist.

“Wait.”

“What?” she asked. Already she could feel his semen seeping out of her.

“Take off your clothes. I want to watch you strip.”

It was a silly request and largely pointless, but Heather gave in to his wish. She wasn’t a dancer, nor did she have natural grace, so she just removed her clothes like she was eager to take a bath. Since her blouse was already half unbuttoned she just pulled it over her head and unhooked the front closures on her bra, exposing her t**s. Shaking her panties off her one remaining shoe, she unbuckled the strap around her ankle and then summarily pulled down the stockings. Before she could walk to the bathroom, Nick shot out his hand and cupped her p***y, inserting one finger into her, feeling the mixture of his leavings and her wetness. His finger rubbed against her clit and she almost melted.

“You coming back?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.” She almost whined the words.

“You want to f**k some more?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t have to clean up. I don’t mind a buttered muffin.”

She knew the insides of her thighs were already wet and sticky. Heather liked to be clean but she also couldn’t resist the attention of his finger.

“Do you want to go clean up, or do you want to suck my c**k?” he asked her.

She paused, her eyes closed, and then slowly climbed back into bed with him, her face down near his soft, wet c**k. He patted her rump twice as she parted her lips and put the bit of flesh in her mouth. At once she tasted both her p***y and his c*m.

“Get me hard again, and we’ll f**k how you want to,” he promised her.

She nodded absently as she worked on his c**k, not minding the taste, and tried not to focus on the fact that her inner thighs were getting wet from his semen leaking out of her.

It took a few minutes to get him hard again. This was a real blowjob, not like before where he was already hard and she was just teasing him, bringing him to the edge. She wasn’t sure if he would f**k her properly again or if he would c*m in her mouth. It didn’t matter; she would have been happy with either outcome.

Once he was hard he pulled back from her and asked her, “How do you want to f**k this time?”

It wasn’t often she was asked this question and it was harder for her to admit it out loud. “From behind,” she said softly.

He grinned at her. “In the ass?”

She shook her head violently. “No. Doggy style.”

It took a minute but they got into position with him kneeling behind her and when he put his c**k inside her p***y, once more she could feel the ring parting her lips, but once inside the extra thrill was that his ring rubbed against her secret spot when thrusted just the right way. He soon had her gasping and was half paralyzed with pleasure. She loved getting f****d from behind because it was the one way that would always make her c*m really hard, but she hated it because she found it psychologically demeaning.

It never occurred to her that perhaps the two outcomes were intertwined.

When she came, her whole body shook and she made an almost inhuman noise. Nick silently prayed the hotel walls were thick and mostly soundproof. Still, he managed to finish with a satisfying grunt, driving her down to the mattress and pinning her there. Heather didn’t complain. She liked his weight on her. It helped deal with the humiliation.

“That was good,” she complimented him when he finally levered himself off her body. The sensation of his c**k slipping out of her p***y was that all too familiar sensation of somehow being abandoned, this time it was combined with the extra thrill of his ring running heavily along her inner walls.

Nick just rolled over onto his back and breathed heavily, saying nothing. Heather took the opportunity to climb off the bed and headed straight to the bathroom. This time he didn’t stop her, for which she was grateful. In the bathroom, she cleaned herself with a wet washcloth while sitting on the toilet. She was sore and felt a little dirty about what she had done, but after a moment’s reflection, she realized she liked the feeling.

Back in the room she slid between the sheets and curled up next to Nick. He wasn’t asleep but he wasn’t fully awake either. “Wanna go one more time?” he asked when she draped her arm over his chest.

“Mm-hmm,” she answered. “Give me a few minutes, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

Before either of them realized it, they drifted off to sleep.