Roxie has a bad night, that turns great, Part 1

Roxie got done with her work a little early that night, and decided to meet Robbie for a little action. She called his house, but his mother said he had already left to get something to eat, in his van. Roxie figured he would be at Jimmy’s Burger Pit, but when she got there his van was nowhere in sight. After a few minutes of waiting, she asked a girl if Robbie had been there, and the girl replied that he had been, but had left. Then the girl got a puzzled look on her face, and said, “I guess those two girls that were talking to him went with him, because their cars are still here, and I don’t see them anywhere.” Roxie had always suspected Robbie was less than faithful, but now her brain churned with the possibilities of where he would go. She aimed her car west, toward a place they had parked numerous times, the place where she had let him fuck her on the hood of her car, the same place where she had given him his first blow job.
A few minutes later she pulled onto the dirt road, and it was still light enough for her to navigate with her lights off, slowly, through the trees. After a hundred yards she saw a glimmer of red taillights, and stopped her car, eventually making out the outline of his van among the trees ahead. She was only 18, but she was smart enough to close her car door quietly, and she crept forward on foot, watching for twigs on the path that would give her away. She drew within a dozen yards of the back of the van, and paused. After a few seconds, her pulse softened, and she could hear muffled sounds from the van. She crept closer, now in almost total darkness, and peered thru the back window. A soft red light came from within, and as she inched closer she could make out figures moving inside. As her eyes adjusted to the red light, she saw Robbie stretched out naked on his back, with a girl on each side. The girl on the left was on her knees, draped across his chest, her bare nipples dancing an inch from Robbie’s mouth, as his tongue reached for the closest one. The other girl was hunched at his waist, leaning over his crotch, and Roxie suddenly realized that she was bobbing her head up and down on Robbie’s cock, sucking him as her left hand toyed with his balls. Roxie felt anger, mixed with fascination, as she watched the girl methodically draw his swollen shaft into her lips, when it dawned on her who the girl was……her best friend from sixth grade, Amanda Peete! She backed away from the van as she pondered the whole situation, then moved back closer as she tried not to watch, but was drawn back to the window. She was no stranger to sex, but she had never watched someone getting head before, and she stood transfixed. She stood there for several minutes, watching every movement, feeling a combination of bitter sadness and a burning deep in her stomach. She stood motionless as Amanda threw a leg across Robbie’s waist, and slowly lowered herself onto his raging cock, moaning loudly. She ground herself up and down slowly, three times, until her bare ass pressed against his pale thighs, then paused, leaned forward, and placed her hands on Robbie’s shoulders, then began a steady grinding motion on his raging cock.

Roxie spun away from the sight before her, tears of anger dripping off her chin, and traipsed quietly back to her car. She slid inside, started it, and backed out, turning on her lights only when she had reached the main road, and raced back toward town. She was through with him, and yet what she had seen had lit a fire deep within her. As she drove back east, she mindlessly slid her hand between her legs, and realized her panties were wet, very wet. She slid a finger inside herself, and confirmed what she already knew. Watching Robbie with those girls had excited her, and she didn’t understand why, but the dampness of her panties was undeniable. She pulled into the motel parking lot, adjusted her shorts, and went back into the lobby where she worked, the place her parents owned and ran when they weren’t tending the farm.

Her mother was there inside the door at the desk, and looked at her quizzically as she stepped inside. “Find Robbie?” she asked, and Roxie only shook her head, and went downstairs to her room. When she was sure her mother hadn’t followed her downstairs, Roxie pulled down her shorts, and removed her soaking panties. She debating masturbating, but decided she was too confused and angry for that. She changed into a one-piece terrycloth outfit, a powder-blue one that she liked, slipped on a pair of sandals, and went back upstairs. She had decided to watch TV for awhile, but as she entered the hotel lobby, her mother heaved a sigh, said she was tired, and asked if Roxie would watch the desk for a half-hour, until the lobby closed. Roxie decided she could watch the TV there, and sent her mother off to bed, after a quick hug and a kiss. Her dad was already asleep, it was close to harvest time and he had been putting in long hours on the farm for a week.

The news was boring, as usual, people getting killed in cars wrecks and such, and Roxie was nearly ready to doze off when the creak of the lobby door jerked her out of her stupor. A lanky, tanned man appeared, dressed in overalls and a t-shirt, and another appeared behind him, dressed identically, right down to their boots and ball caps. The first man was in his mid 20′s with sandy hair and piercing blue eyes, that gazed at her, then dipped lower. Roxie suddenly realized that she hadn’t put on a bra, and those glowing blue eyes were looking right down her top as he towered over her. She leaned back in her chair to adjust her decolletage. The man smiled an embarrassed smile, straightened up, and said, “Hiya ma’am, we were hoping you still had a room left to rent for the night.” Roxie flipped open the rooming book in front of her, and noticed that the main section was full, but the annex on the north side was totally vacant. She turned around and grabbed a key off the board behind her, then paused. “Are we looking for a room for each of you, or one for both?” The man looked at his companion, who shrugged, then said, “I guess one room is big enough.” Roxie handed him the key as she took his credit card, noting the St Louis address, and asked if they would need the room for more than one night. “Well, it’s probably gonna rain all day tomorrow, so we’ll likely be here two or three days. We’re linemen, and we cain’t work in the rain,” he said, grinning. Roxie didn’t know what that meant, but she logged the room for the following three days, and asked if they needed a wake-up call in the morning. “Naw,” he drawled, “I guess we’re gonna go git a few beers and sleep in tomorrow. Is there a place that sells beer close by?” His friend suddenly stepped forward, glanced down Roxie’s top, and said, “You can have your beer…….I’m gittin’ me some whiskey!” Both men laughed, and Roxie gave them directions to the liquor store down the street. In a few seconds they were gone, and Roxie looked down. Both men were tall, and from their angle she realized that both had easily seen down her top. Her nipples hardened at the thought, but she ignored it and finished the paperwork. She heard their truck rumble off the lot, then all was quiet again. She went back to watching TV, but it was all sports now, and she gave up and turned the channel. There was nothing worth watching, and she turned it off, bided her time until 10:30, then locked the lobby door and turned off the “Vacancy” sign outside. She padded downstairs, turned on her bedroom light, and flopped on the bed. She immediately started thinking about Robbie, her first true love, and the two girls. The anger welled up again, but at the same time she realized that she was still turned on by what she had seen. She turned the scene over in her mind, how the girl she had once counted as her best friend was licking and sucking the same cock that had pounded her insides her just two nights before, a night that had been one of their best ever, as she orgasmed three times, her legs wr
apped around his
waist as he plunged his thick shaft deep inside her. She suddenly realized that her finger was inside her panties, and her crotch was dripping wet once again. She tried to think of how good their sex had been but all she could see in her mind was that girl’s legs splayed over Robbie’s hips, as she lowered herself onto his raging staff.

The image was a horrid one, but she kept playing it back in her mind, thinking of the first time she had climbed on top of him. His cock had been so hard and warm she could feel the heat from it before she straddled him, and her breath had caught in her throat as she forced herself down onto him, and felt the swollen head slip into her. He was her age but much taller and his cock was the biggest she had seen in her brief sexual life, in both length and girth. The first time he had pushed it into her she had to stop him from driving it all the way in, her insides were screaming before he was halfway in, and even as wet as she had been, she had been sore for a week afterwards. She caught herself smiling as she remembered how huge he felt inside her, yet after a few weeks she could take nearly all of his length if he was patient with her.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a truck rumbling outside, and realized that the two linemen had returned. She sat quietly as she heard them slam their truck doors, then a few moments later heard their laughter stop as they closed the motel door behind them. Suddenly her mind finished hatching the scheme it had been contemplating, so she crossed the room quietly, and opened her closet. She knelt and opened a drawer in the hutch at the bottom, where she kept her old clothes. After rummaging around for a moment, she found what she was looking for. A pair of old white cotton shorts, that she had outgrown in junior high school. They were thin, tiny, and perfect. She undressed, slipped them on, then added a skimpy sleeveless black top. She stepped back, and turned sideways in front of her mirror. Skin tight, showing plenty of cheek and leg, and the top was low-cut, just a little loose, but showing plenty of cleavage. She had small pert breasts, and her nipples protruded like a pair of studs on a silky wall. Perfect!

She added a touch of perfume, a pair of sandals, and brushed her bobbed hair. She had been called boyish looking in years past, but tonight she looked like a woman, from head to toe.

She bided her time, thinking about what to say, when to say it, planning her attack on the two unsuspecting men in the annex. There was no one in any of the adjoining rooms, and she planned to use that to her full advantage. If things got noisy, only the three of them would ever know. She checked her look in the mirror several times, debated changing into other clothes, but finally decided what she had on would serve her well. It was skimpy, showed her assets at their best, and would be easy to take off, when the time came. She wondered for a moment if she could really go thru with it, but after reminding herself what she’d seen in the van, she had no doubt. She just hoped it went the way she had planned.

She waited until she was sure the two men had had time to drink a few drinks, then slipped out the basement door, closing it quietly so only she could hear it click. She padded her way to the storage closet, in the middle of the annex, dialed the combination lock, and let herself in. She grabbed a handful of towels and washcloths, then set them down on the shelf by the door. Her heart was racing, and she forced herself to breathe deeply, trying not to think too hard about what she was about to do. Robbie deserved it, but she had never done anything like this before, and her conscious made a brief appearance, telling her that good girls didn’t do what she was contemplating. She told her conscious to piss off, took a deep breath, and grabbed the towels, locking the door behind her. The night had grown cool, and her nipples pushed against the thin fabric of her top as she stood in front of the door to their room. She took a deep breath, blew it out, and knocked on the door.

A few seconds went by slowly, then the door was yanked open, the light spilling outside onto her. The man who had booked the room peered down at her, dressed in only a pair of jeans, and said, “Hi! Oh, it’s you, come on in!” He opened the door wide, and Roxie stepped in, smelling the beer on his breath and the odor of sweaty clothes and smellier socks. She could hear the shower running, and saw that both beds were rumpled, but otherwise undisturbed. The TV was on, and there were suitcases on the racks at the end of each bed, both open. “I brought you some towels,” she said, “I wasn’t sure if there were any in here, we only rent these rooms when the main building is full.” She knew there were always towels left ready, but it was a good way to get in, and if her plan went as she hoped, they would need extra towels anyway. The man who had opened the door moved back out of her way, taking a long drink of beer, then said, “We got some, but I don’t know how many. My buddy’s taking a shower…………” Roxie made the turn into the bathroom as the shower door opened, and the man inside gasped, “Oh Shit! Sorry Ma’am!” as he slammed the sliding door shut. Roxie laughed, and said, “Sorry, I just brought you some extra towels. Didn’t mean to scare you like that!” She went back out to the other room, where the taller man had flopped into a chair to watch TV. She looked up at the TV, then back at him, and asked, “Anything good on?” “Not that I’ve found yet.” he replied, and she sat on the bed next to him as he flipped thru the channels. “We do have cable here,” she said, and he turned to gaze at her as he said, “Really? How do I get the other channels? All I got so far is local shit, I mean, stuff.” Roxie took the controller from him and punched in the access code, as she heard the shower stop, and the glass door open a few seconds later. “You’re supposed to have to pay an extra five bucks for this, but there’s nothing good on the local channels. For an extra ten you can get all the other stuff, but I know the access code.” She punched in the “secret” code, and was rewarded with a menu that showed all the cable channels, plus a red column that listed several others. “Don’t tell anybody I did this, but I can get you anything from the Playboy Channel to the really dirty stuff, if you want it.” She glanced at the man beside her, who said, “Maybe my partner would be interested in some of that, I’m just gonna drink a few beers and go to bed.” Roxie turned as the other man walked out of the bathroom with a towel on, saw her and stopped. “Oh sorry, Ma’am, I didn’t know you was still here. What were you talking about, Billy? “I was just showing your friend the other cable stuff available,” Roxie said. “Oh, he’s not my friend, he’s my asshole partner!” the man said, laughing. “He’s Billy, and I’m Dex,” he extended his hand, and she shook it, smiling. “I’m Roxie, and I just came to make sure you had what you needed.” pointing to the large stack of towels. Dex laughed, and said, “Well, unless you brought money and lotsa women, towels will hafta do!” He laughed, then reached for a bottle on the nightstand, and took a loud swig. He wiped his mouth, let out a long, low whistle, and said, “Man! That’s good. Want a drink, honey?” as he offered the bottle to Roxie. She took the bottle, read the label, and said, “Canadian Mist? Never heard of it.” Dex smiled as she sniffed it, and gasped. “That’s not sippin’ whisky, that’s for drinkin’, but try a little nip and see what you think.” Roxie wasn’t a drinker, but decided a little shot might be the trick to stop her thighs from quivering, so she took a tiny sip, swallowed it, then tilted the bottle up, and took a deep swig. “That’s it, honey!” shouted Dex, as Billy smiled at her. She waited until the burning passed her throat, then took a smaller one. She coughed a little cough, passed the bottle back to Dex, and watched as he took a long pu
ll before setting it d
own. He looked at her as he stood over her, and said, “Now what were you two talking about again?” “I can get you any channel you want on here,” she replied, and grabbed the remote from off the bed. She wandered through the menu, then clicked on one she knew. Sure enough, there was a video of woman giving a blow job to a man with a long cock and huge, furry balls. Roxie looked back at the two men, whose eyes were riveted to the screen. “You like this one, or should I change it?’ She asked with a wry smile on her face. Billy feigned shock, but Dex quickly said, “Leave it here, this is fine!” Roxie looked back at Billy, who stared back at her for a moment, then said, “I gotta go take a shower!” Roxie smiled at him, then said, “Yeah, that’s a good idea. By the time you get done it should be close to the gang bang. That’s my favorite part!” Billy looked at her wide-eyed for a moment, quickly glanced at her erect nipples, then stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and a moment later Roxie heard his belt buckle hit the floor. She stole a glance at Dex, who was looking right back at her, smiling. “So, you seen this one before? You like porn?” Roxie smiled back at him, and said “Porn’s okay, but the real thing is a lot better!” He grinned back at her, and as she stood up as he lifted himself out of his chair. “Gimme another shot of that stuff, and let’s go get in the shower with Billy,” she said, and he handed her the bottle and dropped his towel. She took another long drink, choked it down, and felt her head hum. “Whatever you say, little lady!” he said, taking the bottle from her and setting it down on the table. She walked two steps closer to him, peeled off her top, then her shorts, and pulled him against her. He grabbed her ass with both hands, kissed her neck, and she felt his broad cock stiffen against her belly. She found his lips with hers, kissed him long and soft, her tongue searching for his, then finding it, and their lips flailed against each other for several moments. His hand found her breast, and hers found his cock, already thick and stiff. He was short but stout, with a huge swollen knob, and large furry balls. She stroked him for a few seconds, then pulled away, took his hand, and led him into the bathroom. She slid the door open, and Billy looked up quickly, with soap suds all over him, as Roxie stepped inside. Dex quickly followed behind her, his staff pointing straight ahead of him, and as Roxie reached up to put her arms around Billy’s neck, Dex planted his shaft in the groove of her ass, and reached around her to ply her hard little tits with his fingers. Roxie pulled Billy’s head down, kissed him, then kissed him harder with her tongue tickling his. Her hands reached around him and squeezed his ass, as she pulled him against her warmth. Her left hand slid into the crack of his ass, as her right reached for his cock, which was long and slender, but thickened as her hand began to stroke it. She turned herself sideways between then, and said in a clear voice,”We’re gonna have some dirty fun, then some clean fun, then a lot more dirty fun. Anybody got a problem with that?” She had two stiff cocks in her hands as she said it, and neither man argued. She dropped to her knees, took Dex’s swollen knob into her mouth, and stroked Billy’s cock as she sucked Dex to a full erection. Then she switched, rubbing Dex as she sucked Billy to his full size, eight inches or so. Billy leaned back against the shower wall as Roxie stuffed all of his shaft she could take against the back of her throat, and mumbled, “Honey, I cain’t do this, I’m married!” Roxie pulled her mouth off his swollen rod for a moment, licked his balls, then said, “I won’t tell her if you don’t!” Billy said nothing else, and put his hands on the back of her head, jamming his swollen cock into her mouth. Dex was rubbing his cock as he watched Roxie lick and suck Billy’s long red shaft, then she stood and wrapped her fingers around both their cocks again. “I want you both to come all over me, here, in the shower. Then we’ll dry off and start all over again……….. deal?” She got back on her knees to suck Billy’s cock for a few more strokes, then stood and turned her ass toward him as she grabbed Dex’s thick rod. “Come all over my ass, Billy!” she cried, and he ground his staff into her slick backside as he groaned, then blew his load all over her back, nearly to her shoulders. As he was coming, Dex grabbed Roxie by the hair, and shot his load into her mouth as she choked his thick rod as far back as she could, deep into her throat. Roxie dribbled his cum out of her mouth as she stroked his balls, then stood, stretched, and then rubbed their shrinking cocks. “Let’s dry off, have a few drinks, and watch some nasty porn movies!” she purred, “Then we’ll figure out what to do next.” There was no argument, so Roxie stepped out of the shower, towelled off, and wandered into the other room, and put her shorts and top back on. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she realized suddenly that both men had come, but she hadn’t. She decided to rectify that, but also decided to take her time. It was going to be a long night., if she had her way.

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