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The Next Week
Part 2 of the story. Sorry, it took so long to write and post. But her it is!!!
This takes place a year ago. Please enjoy.
© LAHomedog, 2021
When a man’s cock falls in love with a woman, a man is generally in trouble.
Morning:
I woke up with a massive, steely hardon with a soft, wet mouth on my cock rolling its tongue around my head. Sweet wet lips gently going up and down, and a hand with a firm grip pulling the billion-dollar skin of my cock up and down in rhythm with the loving mouth on my throbbing cock.
A long, curved, well-manicured fingernail was tickling my balls.
It was stunning. The most arousing way I have ever been awakened from being asleep. The mouth continued on my cock. Drawing me further, deeper, starting to dart up and down faster as the hand matched it until I was all the way down the mouth’s throat balls deep.
My eyes were closed. I was pretty sure I was still asleep and this was a dream. A guy could live on dreams like this!
But fuck it. My cock was erect, getting blown, and who was I to complain?
The mouth kept going and the hand too. Up and down, hotter, wetter, faster, as my cock got larger, my head starting to become engorged as my balls began to fill, enlarge and tighten upwards into my crotch.
I heard a muffled groan.
“Cum”
It didn’t matter. My smaller head had a mind of its own at this point and all it wanted to do was welcome the new day by shooting like an Atlas Rocket.
“I’m going to cum!” I warned.
The mouth got more intense and determined towards its goal and achieved it as I shot rope after rope of hot morning cum into the mystery mouth.
A surprisingly full load. Actually, a really huge load for the morning. My eyes were still closed, but I could tell by the intensity of my orgasm and the cum leaking out of the mouth onto me.
I felt the mouth swallowing and then,
“Morning Sugar,” said the southern drawl kind of humming on the head of my still aroused cock.
I opened my eyes and looked at the voice.
It was Suzy Jane.
My “Mrs. Robinson” waking up in her own special way. Who needs an alarm clock?!
She smiled down at me. “Go take a quick rinse, honey. Breakfast awaits,” and she pointed over to the living room side of the suite. It was sitting there under silver domes on white table cloths.
“I ordered us two full American-style breakfasts. Eggs, bacon, sausage, croissants, the works with mimosas and hot coffee. So spit-spot with you. Off you go!”
And I ran to the bath for a quick pee and rinse.
Breakfast was great. We lingered through the mimosas, making morning small talk getting to know each other some more, poured our coffees, and dug in. Breakfast was perfectly cooked and still hot. We split the paper, I took the sports section, The Lakers won, poured more coffee, and enjoyed a relaxed morning in the lap of luxury.
I looked over at Suzy Jane casually checking her out. She was sitting there in her sleep shirt. A soft, snazzy number from some designer, her blonde hair was casually brushed back, and her large, firm breasts were pressed against the fabric of the shirt with her nipples poking out as she read the front pages occasionally taking a sip of coffee.
She was a woman at home in this environment and had obviously done it before.
On the other hand, that was not the case for me. I kept looking around the suite marveling at my good fortune. Some kind of fantasy come true and happily, it was a Saturday morning and I didn’t have to rush to the classroom and end this dream and neither did Suzy Jane.
“Want to take a dip in the pool?” she said. “It’s quite lovely.”
“I didn’t bring a suit.”
“Neither did I. Does it matter?” and she gave a sly smile.
She walked over to the closet and pulled out two plush, white robes with the Bel-Air’s logo on them.
She threw one at me. “Here! Strip and put this on,” and she took off her sleep shirt, threw it on the bed, and slipped into the robe.
“Well?”
What the fuck? I did the same, we grabbed some slippers from the closet and went out to the pool. Suzy Jane stuck a toe in the water and said, “Oh, perfect,” slipped off the robe and dove in buck naked in the middle of the damn hotel for anyone to see.
I watched those amazing tits floating in the water and her sensual ass and legs as she swam a quick lap. Suzy Jane had joked that with her large boobs and ample ass she could never drown. I watched her amazing boobs in the water some more and had to agree. She stopped at the edge, looked up at me, and said, “What are you waiting for you chicken?”
Okay, sure. I dropped my robe. My cock splayed out there for all to see and dove on in. She was right, the water was perfect and we swam a few laps before having some flirting fun in the shallow end with Suzy Jane trying to grab my cock and give me a hardon right then and there, and my squirming and swimming away from her tenacious aksaray escort hand.
At some point, the pool attendant showed up, came over, looked at us as if he had seen it a million times before, and said, “Good morning. If you need anything just shout,” and walked away as we both giggled, kissed like teenagers and swam a few more laps.
A half hour later we were back in the room for one last long, tender fuck with both of us cumming and a cowgirl finish.
I was learning Suzy Jane liked to ride cowgirl.
She leaned into me with a big, boob squishing hug and said, “Sadly lover, it is time to say goodbye. Gave me a long deep kiss, climbed off me and our adventure drew to a close.
Monday:
I was showered, shaved, and ready to head back to the classroom. Our first week off of remote teaching with the kids on campus and in the room.
It was going to be a zoo.
The entire faculty and staff had been discussing and strategizing for weeks in Zoom meetings, and I thought we were as ready as possible.
High school math in a specialty school for twice-exceptional education. Not Special Ed. Twice-exceptional, or 2e as it’s known stands for gifted-highly gifted students with learning disabilities.
In the vast universe of human intelligence and learning, there are a few certain variables. There are typical mainstream students with standard neurology and types of learning. They make up most of the population and are everyone from doctors to hourly workers. There are the gifted-high gifted students. Those are the ones who end up at MIT or Stanford and create Microsoft, Apple or put rockets on the moon. There are students with special needs whether it is because they have a serious learning disability like dyslexia — not seeing words properly or one of the other types. There are also, tragically, the students who suffer serious disabilities and incapacities that require therapeutic special needs education.
And then there is twice-exceptional.
Twice-exceptional is different education. Gifted-highly gifted with learning disabilities. That means that the program has to teach to the gifts, the high intelligence, while accommodating the learning disabilities.
It is a highly specialized educational program and that is what I taught. High School math in a 2e program in the preeminent school for twice-exceptional education that happens to be located in Los Angeles.
I loved my job and was lucky to teach in a school I loved.
During 1st block, my phone pinged with a pic of a spread, shaved, glistening pussy, surrounded by red garters and red thigh-highs.
Well, that was distracting to say the least.
My cock went, “Hello!!” And as I tried to hide it, I also tried to keep my mind and eyes on my class.
“Looking forward to this Friday,” the caption said.
I waited until after class to text, “Me too!”
–#–#–
After sending the text, Suzy Jane put the leash on Daisy walked down the front steps of her Beverly Hills home heading to the park for their daily walk. A Santa Ana had come in and once again, it was 85 degrees in Southern California.
A flock of feral parrots had taken up residence in the liquid amber trees on her block. As they walked down the sidewalk she could hear them and marveled at how they had adapted to life in nature’s ecosystem.
Daisy stopped to bark at them. She rubbed the dog’s head, “It’s okay, Daisy. Let’s go.”
The sunshine felt delightful on her face as they turned into Coldwater Canyon Park at the intersection of Coldwater and Beverly Drive across from the fire station. After a walk around the park and Daisy had done her business, dutifully scooped up and thrown away, Suzy Jane sat down on their bench to enjoy a moment of thought. Daisy put her front legs up on the bench looking for scratches..
“Daisy, this young man is hot. His body is terrific and his cock is better,” Daisy wagged her tail as the scratches moved to her ears.
She looked down at the dog. “And he’s a great lay. I’ve got to keep this kid around. I think I’ve hooked me a winner this time. Do you agree?”
Daisy panted waiting for the cookie she always got at the bench.
“Funny,” She said to her. “I don’t think he’s had a lot of different experiences and is eager to try some more. Let’s give him a few. What do you think?”
Daisy wagged her tail.
“Good. I thought so too. I have an idea for today.”
She patted Daisy on the head, stood up and the two of them headed home. She had to get into the shower and get ready.
–#–#–
I had started 3rd block when my phone pinged again. Same red garters, same red thigh-highs, but this time her legs were thrown back and her beautiful, chatoyant rosebud was staring at me. Unlike a lot of women, the soft brown outer ring was a light tan, almost caramel and the puckered ring was pink and winking.
The caption read, “This Friday. Same time, same place. I’ll book the room. Please check us in, but this aksaray escort bayan time, meet me out front by the swans at 5pm. We are not eating there this time. I’ll pick you up and we’ll have dinner in a different place before we go back to the room. Wear jeans and look cool. We are going to the beach and don’t want to be seen in Malibu on the arm of a guy who isn’t looking cool. Got it?
Trust me, Sugar. We are going back to the room after dinner. I have plans for you!”
Thursday night an email showed up. It said, “I want another dick pic. And I want this one with your cock standing straight up and you whacking off and cumming to the thought of me. This should help.”
And it was followed by a video. It started on Suzy Jane’s glorious tits.. So huge but with surprisingly small areolas for her cup size. A dark pink, around the width of a quarter and tall, erect nipples point towards the camera.
The video panned down to the firm stomach, sadly no belly button ring, continuing down through her raised legs over her shaved snatch and down to her asshole that had a Vixen Maverick dildo going in and out of it.
The sexy minx had gone out and purchased the dildo that was the exact size and shape of my cock and I sprung an instant hardon that I had no choice but to take care of and give her the picture she desired.
I laid on my bed and started to whack off. Not slow, not rubbing one out, I mean pumping hard and fast. I needed to cum and cum now! My phone was in my left hand and positioned and ready to take the pic. I started shooting a huge load. Rope after rope as I watched the video over and over.
I must have taken 10 photos. Finished my gigantic orgasm, cleaned myself up, picked one out — it actually caught a string of sperm as it flew out of my cock. You could see it shooting out, still attached to the head and flying in the air. Attached it to my reply, and hit send.
I put her video into my special “saved” lockbox on my phone.
Friday:
As I said before, The Bel-Air is on Stone Canyon Road deep inside the wooded hillside of the neighborhood. Even though I had stayed there last week, I still wouldn’t ever know from the street that one of the finest hotels in the world was hidden inside the lush landscaping.
I entered again on bridges over ponds with pink flamingos swimming around to greet you.
I stood there for a moment looking around. Last week I was so nervous I didn’t take the time to truly appreciate this enchanted secret paradise and its 483 specimen trees and more than 4,000 plants that weave through the hotel grounds like a botanical garden.
I’m kind of old school by nature and one of the things I love about The Bel-Air is it’s not a modern hotel. It is not one of those cookie cutter monoliths that most hotels are today.
Originally built in 1922, one of the most expensive and desirable areas in the Los Angeles Hills was built around it. You can only enter Bel-Air two ways through stone gated streets that have been seen in countless movies.
I went back to the front desk and my hot blonde friend who shared my birthday was there again.
“Hello!” she said with a real smile and delight in her blue eyes.
“You’re back, I guess the date went well.”
“It did, thank you. I think a room is booked in my name and this time I don’t think I’ll need an upgrade,” and I returned a large smile of my own.
She looked down and whistled softly.
“Oh no, you don’t. You are booked in to the Al Pacino Suite.”
“Really?”
“Yes, the second nicest suite in the hotel. Lucky you!”
“Thanks. Wow! All righty then. By the way, I don’t know your name.”
She looked down and blushed, it is Shaleena, but everyone calls me Summer,” and she smiled.
I looked down at her nametag, it said “Summer.” I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t noticed the first time.
“Shaleena, well that is an interesting name,” I said meaning it.
Another blush. “I was born in a hippie, Hindu commune in Topanga Canyon. I got out as soon as I could. I’m putting myself through UCLA by working here.”
“What are you majoring in?”
“I started in theater. I thought I wanted to be an actress, but there was too much talent and I thought I was drowning and got out.”
“Wow! That is very self-aware of you. Impressive.”
“Thank you,” another blush.
“So what are you majoring in now?”
“Well, err, yeah, ah, believe it or not, hospitality management. I want to manage this joint one day.”
“Joint? The Bel-Air Hotel is “a joint?”
It’s how my dad talks. “So, you gonna manage that joint one day, honey?”
I laughed in delightful appreciation. We locked eyes. It was shocking to me, but I had developed a crush on Summer. This was going to be a big problem.
“Well, I have no doubt you will one day.” I paused and hemmed and hawed.
“Err, I know this is going to seem strange and if I am out of bounds here, I apologize. Would, umm, yeah, I mean, would you like to escort aksaray go out with me one night?’
Summer looked at me a bit surprised.
“I thought you were here for a sleepover date? Isn’t that why you are checking in?”
Now I blushed and was totally embarrassed.
“Yes, but we are, how can I say this? Err, we are friends with benefits. Is that okay?”
Summer laughed. “Yeah, I have a couple of those myself including the assistant manager. We take advantage of the free rooms on occasion for some afternoon delight.”
She actually stopped and gasped with her hand to her mouth.
“I don’t believe I just said that!!”
“It’s all good. I liked it. So dinner off-site one night?”
She looked down at the register. “I have your number. If it is okay, one day I will text you. Okay?”
“Yes,” and I took my key. “Thank you, Summer.”
She put her head down and looked up at me like Princess Di used to do.
“Give me some time A.J. Okay?”
I reached over and took her hand. She didn’t pull it away.
“As long as you want or need,” and picked up my bag and went to the room.
We were checked in and I made the room as ready as I could. I had packed a few toys just in case, even though it seemed as if Suzy Jane had plans.
Malibu:
I was standing there waiting as commanded. Ironed 501s, a short-sleeved collared shirt, casual, brown Cole-Haans with no socks and a sweater just in case. After all, it was going to be the beach
Suzy Jane pulled up in a white Bentley coupe with the top down. Wow! What a hot, sexy car. But really, really expensive. $250k with a few of the fixings and that is not how expensive it can be.
As I said, a really hot car and Suzy Jane with her blonde hair and huge boobs in the tight, low-cut top looked hotter.
“Hi, Sugar,” she said. “Ready for some fun? Hop in.”
I went to the door. “I thought you were a teacher?”
“I am.”
“Then how are you driving this?”
“My husband is not a teacher.”
“Oh! What does your husband do?”
“He gets rich. Hop in. Let’s go.”
I did and we headed west on Sunset Boulevard.
Sunset is the life giving artery of Los Angeles. It is 22 miles long and stretches from downtown to the Pacific Ocean going past Dodger Stadium, the hip neighborhood of Silver Lake, Hollywood including the Palladium and the famed Cinerama Dome, the iconic Crossroads building, and into the Sunset Strip.
The stuff of history and legends. The location of The Buffalo Springfield’s “For What It’s Worth.” You know, “There’s something happening here…”
It still houses the Comedy Store and the famed rock nightclub, The Roxie, plus next door is the bar The Rainbow. Owned by Johnny Depp and others. The sight of so many Hollywood sightings, pairing, and the unfortunate overdose death of River Phoenix.
Chuck Barris created “The Gong Show” drinking coffee at The Nibler on the Sunset Strip.
It turns left and enters Beverly Hills where the street widens and becomes landscaped and picturesque. It goes past the pink colored Beverly Hills Hotel and then goes up a hill with a hard right turn. That is Dead Man’s Curve.
If you listen to the Jan and Dean song, “Dead Man’s Curve,” they start racing, fly by Schwabs, Crescent Heights, Crescent Heights is the eastern border of Sunset Strip. Then the song goes “He passed me at Doheny and I started to swerve. But I pulled her out and there I was at Dead Man’s Curve.”
That’s the curve. Sadly, Jan hit his Deadman’s Curve in a car accident suffered serious and permanent brain damage.
From Dead Man’s Curve, Sunset continues to curve its way past the Playboy Mansion, one block later the house where Michael Jackson died to the Bel Air gates on the north side of the boulevard.
And that is where we pulled out of through the East Gate. We drove west past UCLA, through Brentwood, and then the curvy section through the most expensive neighborhoods in all of the USA. Past the Pacific Palisades and down to the beach.
I will admit that riding in the luxury of the Bentley coupe with the top down was a thrill. I had never done anything like that before in my life, and yes, it was exciting and hot.
Also exciting and hot was Suzy Jane’s hand inside my fly on my cock the entire drive down.
I was leaking like a faucet with a bad washer.
She drove us down to Malibu to a parking lot on the cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Paid for the parking. No problem.
She looked over at me. “I want you to fuck me and fuck me right now!”
I looked around. We were in a public parking lot overlooking the ocean in a Bentley convertible for all the world to see.
The magnificent Pacific Ocean was before me. The vast blueness stretching out to Japan and the waves crashing on Dan Blocker’s beach.
One of the stars of “Bonanza,” he owned it and donated it to the public trust. A good guy!
Suzy Jane move over to the passenger’s seat, sat on me, lifted her skirt, she was commando, and said, “I want you to fuck my ass right here and right now.
“Here in public?”
“Right here. Right now!”
She somehow squinted some lube on the head of my cock and in one swift move, Suzy Jane was impaled.
My really, really hard cock was balls deep in her ass.
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