Special Oil Pt. 02

Victor thought for a long time. Although he knew his plan was a little immature, in fact it was a lot immature when you thought about it; he decided that he wanted to fuck a wealthy bitch.

All his life, women with money had looked down their noses at him. To be fair they didn't just look down their noses at him, they looked down their noses at everyone.

Now he decided he was going to try to even the score a little bit.

He went to the Sheraton hotel downtown and checked in for the weekend. In his overnight bag he packed his swimming trunks, changes of clothes for two days and the remaining "special oil" he had.

After enjoying a really good meal in the lounge, he changed into his swimming trunks, put the complimentary hotel robe on and wandered down to the pool.

The weather was really pleasant and the pool area was well populated. It wasn't crowded; this was after all the Sheraton, not some public beach. He took a deck chair a little back from the pool, ordered a drink from the waiter and propped a magazine on his bent knees and pretended to read.

He eyed the people around him. There were definitely some women of means sitting in various spots. All of them looked spectacular. Their hair and makeup were done just right and they affected to own the world around them as they surveyed the people poolside.

When one particularly snobby woman got up to get into the pool, he managed to walk past her chair and pour a few drops of the oil onto her chaise lounge. After a brief swim where she lapped the pool twice, she came back dripping water and toweled off.

Victor returned to his seat from the bar carrying a fresh drink and sat down. Her chair was in front of him and to his left facing the entranceway to the pool area. This gave him a clear view of her from the front and side.

The woman lay back on her lounge chair and didn't even glance in his direction. She put her hands behind her head and looked upward. She let her eyes close and lay still.

After a few minutes Victor saw her open her eyes and look around furtively. She allowed one of her hands to briefly press down on her bikini bottom and cup her mons, then pulled her hand away with what looked like great effort. She sat up and adjusted her posture, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and almost imperceptibly ground her ass into the chair under her. Once more she allowed her hand to press against her covered pussy but pulled it away relatively quickly.

Victor could tell she was almost beside herself with desire, but was doing a very good job of willing it to go away, at least so far.

She bit her lip and rolled her eyes in what looked like frustration. She picked up a towel and laid it across her lap. Then she thrust her hand under the towel and began moving it vigorously against her pussy.

Victor grinned as he watched her masturbate. So far no one else had noticed what she was doing but he thought that would change pretty soon.

She ground her hips rhythmically against the chaise lounge as she rubbed herself. She let out a little moan which she quickly hushed up. As her rubbing became more vigorous and more pronounced her breathing quickened and she panted visibly. She half closed her eyes and fell into a rhythm rubbing her hand against herself under the towel. She smiled a bit and bit her lip, and that was when the bartender noticed what she was doing.

He approached her with some wariness, hesitated then looked around at the dozen or so other people at the pool. Seeing some teens and pre-teens nearby helped him make up his mind.

'Mrs. Kendall,' he said softly.

She started visibly as she looked up to see him staring at her.

'Mrs. Kendall,' he said a little more quietly, 'may I suggest you take some time out of the sun in your room. You seem to be getting, a little flushed.'

The woman managed to compose herself, but not without a visible effort. She stood up and sashayed out of the pool area without saying a word to the bartender.

Victor could hardly keep himself from laughing. He followed her to the hotel lobby and stood a short distance away from her while they waited for the elevator. The doors opened and she stepped in, putting her back against the back wall. Victor followed her and then turned his back on her as he kept his eyes on the floor indicator lights over the doorway. As the elevator rose he heard her sigh softly and then clear her throat. Just as he began to turn his head toward her he felt her hand on his hip.

He looked down at her hand while she let it slide to his buttocks. She cupped it and then her other hand reached for the front of his swimsuit. She closed her hand over his genitals and sighed again as his penis hardened.

'I don't care who you are', she said in a deep voice, 'but I want you to come to my room.'

The elevator doors opened and she led him by the hand into the hallway. She walked swiftly to the end of the hall and slid her key card through the slot. There was an audible click and then she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

In seconds she pushed her gauzy robe and her bikini to the floor and she was naked. Victor gawked at her and she pulled him inside roughly.

'Get in here and fuck me!' she said as she wrapped her thigh around the back of his leg.

She undid his pants and pushed them to the floor. She grasped his cock and went to her knees. She gobbled it into her mouth and worked it back and forth against her tongue. As soon as it was fully hard she pushed him backward onto the bed. She climbed on top of him and rode his cock like a cowgirl. She grunted and moaned loudly and he was sure anyone could hear her two or three rooms away. She bounced against his belly with abandon and he felt himself starting to feel uncomfortable. His ribs were getting crushed and his bladder was beginning to complain.

Without saying a word he pushed her off of him. She fell to her side and began to protest. He pushed her onto her stomach and then pushed his cock into her from behind with the same gentleness she had shown him; none. She gasped loudly as he thrust into her. He pounded against her buttocks again and again and she yelled encouragement. She thrust her bum back against him in rhythm and he could tell she was enjoying this. When he didn't think he could thrust anymore she bucked underneath him and howled. He shot his sperm inside her and he rolled away.

'Hey!' she said almost immediately. 'You can't be done yet can you?'

'I'm done,' he grumbled.

He got up and retrieved his pants and she stared at him in surprise.

'But we only just got started!' she said.

'Not me,' he said.

Then he was dressed and heading out the door. He barely heard the obscenities she screamed at him through the closed door.

'Maybe people didn't hear us after all,' he said to himself in the elevator.

Victor went back to his room and packed his overnight bag. He then went down to the front desk and paid for his four hours of occupancy and then went home.

Fucking a rich bitch was nowhere near as exciting in reality as it had been in his mind that morning.

Even though the woman, he never did find out her name beyond Mrs. Kendall, was in her thirties and very attractive, her attitude reminded him of the black hookers he'd tried in the past. She may as well have had tattoos and spoken in a street patois considering her bitchy attitude. No matter how much makeup she wore or how much she spent on makeovers, her ghetto personality made her seem ugly and hag-like.

Before he knew it, he found himself parking his car outside the Asian massage parlor where he'd first been introduced to his special oil.

He walked in the front door and his hostess came out from the front office almost immediately. She wore a black dress with a brightly colored floral pattern all over it. Her hair was pulled back to hang past the backs of her ears. From there it hung straight down her back to between her shoulder blades. AT that moment, Victor thought she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.

'Hey you my friend!' she said happily upon seeing him. 'You come for more massage?'

'Yes,' he said, 'I need to get your special oil on me again.'

'Ah!' she said with a knowing grin. 'You like special oil. Come through to back.'

She stayed in the small room with him as he undressed. Although it wasn't typical of how these places operated, he didn't mind so much. She grinned openly at him as he slid his pants to the floor. She reached down and thrust his underwear swiftly to his ankles with a laugh.

'I want to see you white man cock again!' she said. 'I like your cock, it very good size for me!'

Victor smiled a little shyly. He wasn't used to women giving him compliments that they actually looked like they meant.

She placed her hand around his penis and stroked it a few times. Before long it was hard; not as hard as it could be, but definitely hard.

'You lie down now,' she said. 'I get special oil.'

Victor lay face down on the massage table and waited. She was back in just a couple of minutes.

Before rubbing any oil on him, she slipped her dress to the floor. As before, she was not wearing panties or a bra. She lay down across him with her breasts against his back and her pelvis against his buttocks.

'We take our time now, okay?' she said, lightly tracing her fingertips down his right side.

Victor shivered and groaned in response. As far as he was concerned she could take all day. Already he was stoked beyond his imagination. Just a couple of hours ago he had pumped his sperm into that rich bitch's pussy, now he was hard again, anticipating this woman's next move like an adolescent at a necking party.

Suddenly, he realized that he didn't know this woman's name either.

With a tiny touch of shame he turned his head slightly and said, 'I never did get your name when I was here last.'

She laughed and cupped his buttocks roughly. 'I didn't get yours neither,' she said.

'I'm Victor,' he said feebly.

'I don't care!' she said with a giggle. 'You turn over and stay hard! That the only thing I need from you!'

Victor grinned and turned a deep red, but he rolled onto his back just the same. She giggled again and straddled his waist. She picked up a small bottle from a side table and poured a small amount of oil into her palm. Then she placed her hand over his cock and stroked it gently, rubbing the special oil into the sensitive skin. She poured more oil onto her palm then rubbed it into her pussy with big smile on her face.

'Now we fuck!' she said nastily.

Even before the effects of the oil kicked in, Victor thought he was in heaven. The way this woman moved her pelvis was nothing short of magical. She placed her hands on his shoulders and stared into his eyes as she ground against him. She half closed her eyes and sighed as she pushed him deeper and deeper inside. A small whimper escaped her lips and she shuddered slightly. Victor knew that was her first orgasm. He knew also that his orgasm wasn't that far away.

She started undulating against him again and grinned as she saw his mouth working soundlessly.

'You cum soon, yes?' she said.

Victor nodded and she adjusted her position slightly. She reached back behind her and moved her palm against his testicles in ways that should have been declared illegal. He gasped and his body tensed from his head to his toes. After just a few minutes of her testicle massage, he was cumming. He gasped loudly and then grunted for a long time. He knew he was making a godawful sound that went on for almost ten seconds but he couldn't help himself.

He opened his eyes and only then realized he had closed them. She was looking down at him with a broad smile and a twinkle in her eyes.

'You cum good!' she whispered.

He nodded weakly and she crawled off of him to lay beside him on the table.

'That okay,' she said. 'Special oil work again soon.'

'Amah,' a girl's voice said from the doorway, 'Your man is going to die if you keep doing that to him!'

Victor looked toward the door with a start and saw an Asian girl in her early twenties grinning at them. She was wearing a peach colored pencil skirt that went to just above her knees and a gauzy white blouse with frills on the collar and at her wrists. Her hair was reddish black and straight and hung down well past her breasts. Her breasts were large for an Oriental girl. They jutted proudly with her nipples pointed slightly upward and Victor could tell that her mammaries would hardly sag at all when released from the strapless bra she wore under her blouse.

'You never mind that!' Amah said playfully. 'We just get started.'

The girl smiled devilishly and strutted over to a chair opposite the massage table.

'Good,' she said as she plopped herself down, "I want to watch.'

Victor's cock twitched and then he felt a rush. All at once, the sensations from the special oil he'd been waiting for rushed to his groin and cleared his thoughts away completely. His cock grew rock hard and throbbed with every beat of his heart. Amah cooed over it and took the head into her mouth. She suckled on it as she stroked the shaft and then Victor was shooting jet after jet of semen into her mouth.

He looked over at the girl sitting in the chair and saw that her skirt was pulled up to her waist and her hand was in her panties moving back and forth against her vulva. Her blouse was open and her bra was pulled down on one side to expose a bright pink nipple. The girl's other hand was tweaking it and she met his gaze with a sinful smile.

Amah stroked his cock a few times and once more he was hard. She straddled him again and started to ride his cock. There was no talking as they fucked. Amah stared intensely into his eyes and bucked up and down and back and forth on his penis. He simply hung on for dear life as she gyrated against him. The girl in the chair continued to masturbate and Victor was sure he heard her orgasm at least twice while he and Amah fucked.

Suddenly the woman with her legs on either side of his hips collapsed against his chest and smiled weakly as she panted for breath.

'Your cock too much for me today,' she said between gasps for air. 'I think Lily have to take over for me.'

Victor stared at her wondering if he had heard right when she slid off the table and sat in the chair the other girl had just stood from. Lily stripped off her clothes and Victor nodded to himself when he saw that her breasts didn't sag at all when she removed her bra.

The girl lay on the massage table beside him on her back.

'I always like getting fucked like this,' she said, then pulled his hips toward her.

His still hard cock slipped easily into her and she sighed with pleasure as he filled her up. He began pumping into her and the girl traced her nails lightly down his back and sides. After just a few minutes he felt himself tense and he was filling her vagina with semen. She shuddered against him and wrapped her arms and legs around his back and thighs.

'I always cum when a man cums inside me,' she said. 'Isn't that crazy?'

Victor didn't know if it was crazy or not but he nodded just the same. He would have agreed with anything at that moment. His brain was mush and he couldn't keep a single thought in his head.

He opened his eyes and realized that he had fallen asleep. He shook himself and got up from the table. He checked the time on his cell phone but he couldn't remember what the time was when he arrived. He had no idea how long he'd been there.

He got dressed and went toward the front of the spa. He saw the young girl, Lily, behind the counter and the older woman in her office behind the counter.

'Ah my friend,' Amah said. 'You finally awake eh?'

Victor blushed and looked down at the floor.

'How long did I sleep?' he asked.

'Not long,' Amah said, 'only thirty minute.'

He blushed again and shook his head with regret.

'I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.' He said.

'Special oil!' Amah said. 'Happen all the time!'

He paid her for the session and turned to leave.

'Noreen!' the older woman said. 'My name Noreen. You come back Victor, you nice man!'

Victor smiled all the way home.