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Thom, Part Two
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He drifted off to sleep, dimly aware that the woman had left the room.
His dreams were filled with happy images, memories of his childhood. He
did not dream, as he usualy did, of a beuitful woman meeting him in a
strange place and having increadible sex with him. He did not have to
dream for that to happen.
Thom woke gently. He lifted his naked body off the ground. A dim light
filled the room and he could see better. The little room had only the
bed. "At this rate I wont get much use out of that." Thom thought to
himself. He smiled, remembering the night before. He could still taste her,
although her sensous taste was smothered by his morning breath. Thom
breathed into his hand and sniffed. He staggered back, his face
contorted in utter revulsion.
"I gotta find the bathroom, soon!" he mumbled. He walked over to his bed
and sat down. He rubbed his hands over his face and eyes, trying to
revive himself. His arms stretched out and a yawn escaped from his
mouth. What's wrong with the lights in this room? he wondered, Can't
they get an brighter?
As if in response to his thought the lights turned on fully. He had been
looking directly at the lights and the sudden increase in their intesity
had blinded him. He turned his head away, rasing his hands to protect
him. He heard his neck and his arms crack. Ugh, he thought, next time she
comes we're doing on the bed!
He noticed a pile of clean clothes lying on the floor. He lifted them up
onto his bed. Whoever these people were they didn't shop at the Gap.
The clothes looked pretty flimsy to him. He picked up the pants,
noticing a faint line running down both legs and starting from the waste.
Needless to say, Thom was curious. He lifted a pant leg closer to him,
examining it closely. He still couldn't tell what it was. He tugged
onthe legs and they tore open. Crap! he thought. He looked dejectedly
at the completely torn pants. "What am I gonna do n..." he paused as
something on the pants caught his eye. "Velcro?" he asked to the air.
He paused, thinking, and then shrugged.
He placed the pants back down on the bed. He searched around on the bed
and on the floor, but he couldn't find what he was looking for. Thom
shrugged, "Keeps with the feeling of the place." He reached for the
pants and pulled them on. Then he lifted the shirt over his head. No
shoes, no socks, no underwear, Thom walked to the doorway. Turning the
nob, he stepped outside.
He found himself in a hallway, with doors lining the walls. He walked to
each door, trying them
all. The first one he found that was unlocked was the bathroom. Gladly
he walked into the room
and cleaned himself off. He stepped in the shower. Just as he began to
shampoo his hair he
thought he heard the door to the bathroom open. But nothing came of it
so he shrugged it off as
his imagination.
As he reached for the shower knob a stream hit against his penis. He
felt a small sensation of
pleasure shoot up towards him. He paused, letting the stream pound away
against his slowly
forming erection. Suddenly he broke off and reached for the soap and
lathered his hands
thouroughly. He closed his eyes, picturing the woman he had had last
night, and grabbed a hold
of his penis with both hands. He yanked up on his cock, now fully erect,
the soap providing
lubrication. His hand began to fly up and down his penis, increasing
speed.
He heard the shower curtain being drawn open, but he was to into his work
to realy think about
it. It wasn't until a feminine hand grabbed his own that he realized
someone else was in the
bathroom with him. He looked up and felt his penis jolt.
"Can I help you with that?" she asked. Thom could only knod his head
emphaticaly. She was
even more beutiful in this light. He firm lucious breasts, nipples made
erect by the sounds of his
masturbation, lunged towards him. So did her cunt. The rest of her body
he wasn't realy paying
any attention to.
With amazing precision she took his penis into her. He screamed - the
combination of shock,
ecstacy, and pain overiding his senses. She smiled at his reaction and
began pumping back and
forth. The ecstacy slammed up him, flooding every nerve, casuing him to
shake. His head fell
backwards as he lost control of his body. The hole viscous attack had
taken him completely by
surprise. A primal scream built up inside off him, slowly getting louder
and louder.
His mind ran away from hisbody, taking safe-haven from the punding
attacks of pleasure. She
thrust herself mindlessly against him, her own maddening desire driving
her. Her cunt rammed
against his body repeatedly, her breasts brushing tantilizingly against
his chest. Lust, along with
steam, filled the room.
Finaly he gave in to the urges of his penis, letting loose with his load
of cum. Shuddering in
ecstacy. His body jolted and spasmed, his penis firing its wad deep into
her. His own throes of
ecstacy sent her off. She came just as he was finishing, flooding his
penis with sensations once
more. Thom was dimly aware of losing conciousness and when he woke up
she was gone.
Thom sat in the shower, wacking himself off, imaging her. As he came he
wondered what the
chances were of something like this happening. Bits of cum landed on his
stomach and thighs as
his 10 inch dick began to shrivel back down.
He stepped out of the shower, masaging his balls, and grabbed a towel.
He wiped down his body, letting the towel linger over his penis. He
noticed that his clothes had
been piled neatly on the floor. Lying on top of the pile was a card.
"Hello Nurse!" Wacko Warner
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