Sure like this guy your using for sex

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 5

The date is on again

Preston spent the morning searching for sex toy sites at his desk in his office at work. He picked out several things and saw the butt plug thing Sonya was talking about. Nope, he was not interested it looked painful. He did buy one of the vibrators for them and a few other things that looked fun and stimulating. A few could be used in the ass, but he was thinking about hers, not his. But he knew it would end up in his. She had a fascination with his ass. So nothing big. If she wants something big he has his dick. It seemed to make an impression the first time.

He needs to find a hotel where he can tie her up. She has indicated twice she would enjoy that. He knew he would too. He also knows wherever the hotel is it has to be on the bus line. He knows for a fact she would freak out if she knew who he was. She would be gone in a split second. Hell, she made sure he had the thirty dollars for the room the next morning. She was digging to find more money to pay her share of the meal and she knew the room was more expensive. He told her he got a great rate on the internet so the thirty was fine. He never knew there were women like her. He has only known the money grubbers making sure you can give them everything they want before they give you the time of day. 

Yeah, he had to quit pushing her and let it happen, naturally. "She will be so in love with me she won't be able to run away when she finds out who I am," Preston told his computer. He can already tell his kind of money will scare her to death. She is not going to know how to react. And that is what scares him the most. Will she react right out of his life?

That is crazy when every other woman in his life only wants his money. His mother too, and his father left everything to him. She did something to piss him off big time a few years before he died. 

He knows she hates being dependent on him, but he gives her everything she wants, except grandchildren. The whole thing was crazy she could have divorced him and had half of everything. Unless what she did was so bad, she didn't want it to get out. That part kind of plagued him, but he was not about to ask her what she did. He figures maybe another man. His father was never home, he wouldn't hold that against her if she strayed. 

Yeah, she had a shower before she left the hotel, but that was not relaxing. Jim had his hands all over her enticing her to stay a little while longer. He kissed her so passionately it broke her heart to leave him, but she had to go. They couldn't live in a hotel room. Besides Trudy was moving out and she wanted to make sure she didn't rob her blind. It's not like she couldn't pound on her door and demand whatever she took back, but she wants to supervise the move.

She found Trudy still asleep on the couch when she got home. She was probably waiting for her to guide her through the move. Drawing a hot bath, she slipped in and fell asleep moments later. Banging and the rattle of the toilet lid woke Z. When she opened her eyes, Trudy was sitting on the toilet blurry-eyed looking down at her. 

"Good morning,"

"Ugh," Trudy grunted. "We partied last night you should have been here."

Z groaned meaning she didn't think so. She wondered what was stolen by her friends. She didn't have much everything good has been gone for years. These people rob you blind and smile while they do it. 

"Did you have a good night?"

"I did," Z said realizing the tub was quite cool now. She got out and left Trudy to finish her business. Trying to go to sleep again Trudy intruded on that as expected. She wanted help moving as Z figured she would. How difficult could that be with five boxes and a couch in the hall? The girl didn't have much. An hour into the move Terence stepped out into the hallway stopping Z from going back to her place.

"Well, how did it go?" Terence asked.

"Very erotic and good, we spent the night playing. He enjoyed the butt vibrator, but I enjoyed it more as he fucked me with that thing running inside me to die for. You have no idea how good that feels," Z told him as a surge ran over her body wanting to feel it again. "I'll bring your toys back in a few. I need to buy my own now that I know how good they are."

"So, he let you use that on him, and he is not gay?" Terence asked skeptical of his claim. Then again, he thinks every man is a closet homo. One blow job, one good ass fuck and he would turn them all.

"No, I kind of tricked him. I told you he like me to play with his ass. He was Ok with that, so I had him relax and slip it in and he didn't complain he enjoyed it. No, he is not gay just open to new experiences he claims," Z assured him there was nothing gay about that man. He had no problem touching everything she had. 

"Well, I'm glad you found such an open guy you need to hang on to him. He is good to you right?"

"Yes, very attentive and seems to be very attached to me already."

"Why wouldn't he be? You're sexy as hell, pretty, and apparently very adventuresome. What man wouldn't be taken with you?" Terence offered, and Z smiled to know he thought that about her.

"Thanks, Terence that is so sweet. You're right I am a great catch," she told him and with a quick hug she walked on. 

He was right she was a good catch. Then why had all the men in her life treated her so badly? Her father abused her horribly. Her boyfriends cheated on her and hit her and one even worse. Nope, she didn't need a man in her life more than sexy Jim and he is only for sex. If he can't be happy with that role she would move on. No man was going to control her again. She was in control in bed and out he did what she wanted period.

Monday morning her phone pinged as she went into her file room. Making a mad dash for it she knew it had to be Jim no one else would text her.

Hey, you sexy thing.

I bought toys this morning so now you have to wait to see what I bought. Give your buddy back his stuff we have our own on the way. If your friend doesn't arrive by the weekend text me, and I will share my toys with you. Jim J OOXX my ass misses you badly. Does yours miss me?

He sent it an hour ago.

"Busy boy this morning he must have enjoyed himself this weekend," she mumbled as she wrote back. 

No, my clit does she is throbbing as I message you. What kind of toys did you find? I think my not-welcome friend will be visiting today or tomorrow so I may be good to go this weekend. I'll let you know by Thursday if I can't. Actually, everything on me misses you. Sonya J Ox. 

Me too. How about we see how your friend goes and if you're good by Thursday let's make plans for Friday night and plan to spend the whole weekend together. I promise to let you sleep if I have two days with you. Please. Oh my God I want you now

 Jim J OOXX 

I hope some of the stuff is for you because my ass is feeling you now. S

How sad mine is doing great apparently, I'm getting used to your abuse. J

Abuse? You know you loved it mister perfect ass. I am glad to hear you're feeling good. Sure, maybe you can find a different hotel with better headboards.

You really want to be tied up, don't you? What did you do to read that dirty bondage book?

Yes, and you can be my Gray.

I don't have gray hair I'm not that old. Give me an hour and I will find a place where we can play. Anxious to see you Jim J OOOOOOXXXXX,

He got busy and found an S+M website and a place where you can rent rooms and use their equipment in the area for three hundred a night and up. They had pictures of the rooms and a few ladies bound in what looked to be abusive poses to him. They had them in different places around the room. Preston was not sure if this was a little too much for them. Yes, he has seen this type of stuff on the internet, but it hadn't turned him on at all. Tied to a headboard is one thing bound and gagged is another. Her unable to move would be a waste. Beat with whips and forced to kneel nope he liked Sonya being able to move and her sassy mouth talking to him. He likes her telling him what she wants and how hard she wants it. 

He'll take a laptop and let her look that over before he takes her someplace like that. He is trying to be kinky but that is a little too much for him. It did nothing to turn him on. Why would he want to hold her down and shut her mouth? He loved hearing her talk and banter back and forth with her as they played. Going back to looking for hotels he scanned pictures of rooms looking for slotted headboards anywhere and found zero. He could always Uber to someplace and just meet her at the hotel.

I'll figure it out. Just try to come to me on Friday night same place same room at 8:00 can't wait to see you.

Jim your horny man J OX

He went out and bought eye hooks at the local hardware store on the way home. He'll go early to the hotel and put it in the wall behind the bed and then push the bed back against the wall the staff will never see it. If they keep using that same room, he will be set for anything she wants. 

He swung by an electronics store and bought a cheaper laptop. He plans to give it to her, so they can FaceTime or at least e-mail each other. He knows it will be a struggle to get her to take it, so the fact it is cheap will help. He loaded his and her e-mail sites, some games, and silly things people seemed to like. Facebook and YouTube for her to find easily and close the lid. The next thing is will his package arrive on time. Two whole days with her sounds like heaven and he can't wait. He hopes her friend comes and goes fast. 

"Maureen, will you find out why hotels only use solid wood headboards? I like slatted or even the old-fashioned brass. I think those would be nice," Preston asked as he walked into his office sounding to be in a very good mood. His secretary looked up and smiled, "Yes sir I'll find out as soon as I can. Are you interested in making a change?"

 "I'm not sure. I was just thinking about how boring the ones we have are," he told her and went into the office. Theirs were even more extreme they are large pieces of wood that cover the wall and the whole thing is attached to the wall. It keeps the neighbor from being bothered by banging headboards. He noticed theirs banged a little, so it was not attached. Hiding a hook should be easy. 

He needed to get some work done. He spent one week trying to figure out how to find Sonya and the next thinking about what he was going to do with her and now he needs to pay attention to his business. He is just glad he has competent people running the different hotels.

Going over the bottom line everything looked good. All the changes he implemented after his father's death have paid off. They have also paid for themselves. He had been concerned he had overspent but it looks like things are going to work out as he hoped. They have maintained their Five Star rating for ten years in a row now. That is something he is very proud of, but it was not cheap maintaining the hotels at that extreme level. 

"Well, Sir as far as I can tell people seemed to brake arms, hands, and legs. Claiming they were being tangled in slats or railings of brass headboards. That seems to be the reason, liability mainly. A few reports of women being tied to them and left for staff to find," Maureen told him a bit of tongue-in-cheek explanation. 

 "Ok, good enough reason. Contact Jack and tell him no rush but I would like to see him," Preston told her as she handed him the suggestion pages from the suggestion box from all five hotels. There weren't too many when she weeded out the really rude ones as usual. Most are where he can stick this job but once in a while, they make a good suggestion or helpful complaints. Of course, the shove the jobs complaints aren't signed. He wished they would sign them and then he could fire them and find people who want to work. If you're that disgruntled, you can't be working that hard or they could be sabotaging things which keep his security staff busy investigating stupid forms of vandalism. Quit people just quit.

They have been talking about putting a surveillance camera on the suggestion boxes and trying to catch the people complaining so much. "Hell, if you don't like the job quit is my answer," he grumped. He knows they treat every employee well. He pays better than most other hotels in the area. He also knows some people are never happy. He goes over the suggestions once a month from all five hotels. His dad had done it and he took up the mantle when he died. It gives you a snapshot of the interworkings of each hotel. His father told him pointing out things to watch for. Lots of complaints you have a management problem. 

Three complaints had him upset; he had addressed this problem years ago at the Boston hotel. It sounds like they have disregarded the rules or are just ignoring them. 

"Maureen contact the head of housekeeping in Boston," Preston asked over his intercom from his desk. 

The line lit up as he scanned the other complaints and a few suggestions. Getting the low down from his old friend who worked her way up from cleaning staff to head of housekeeping she filled him in. Sure, enough they have disregarded his mandate. He got on to her for not contacting him herself when it started. Now he has to deal with the manager. He may not realize he is so close to being replaced. These are his hotels, and they will be run as he says. If he didn't have Sonya in his life, he would fire the ass and run the place until he found a qualified replacement. He knew he could lure away a manager from a four-star hotel with the pay difference easily. Right now, was not the time to be gone for days on end dealing with arrogant pricks.

He had a contentious conversation with the manager, and he placed the blame on a booking agent. How he could blame them for a housekeeping issue was interesting. If he knew someone who could take over, he would hire him today. "Arrogant prick," Preston grumbled knowing the man was saying the same thing about him, but he owned the place, and he can be as arrogant as he wants to be. 

Wendy looked like she had been through the ringer Z noticed and was concerned for her when she got to work Monday morning. Sure, she was still feeling Jim, but she didn't look like crap. She stopped by her desk hoping Peggy didn't jump on her first thing this morning. She was a stickler about gabbing and Z seemed to be pushing her buttons a little too much lately.

"What happened to you?"

"Rough weekend," Wendy told her looking embarrassed.

"Lunch?" Z asked, she looked like she needed to talk. 

 "Sure, meet me here," Wendy said and handed her the few papers she finished entering into the database. The day crawled, and a few times Z thought she saw Wendy crying. Or maybe she was reacting to the slight black eye she was sporting.

Peggy and a couple of other women left for lunch, so Z grabbed a vacant chair and rolled it over to Wendy's desk. 

 "So, what happened? What did you get into this weekend?" Z asked not sure she wanted to hear. 

 "Same old thing a date and he was for crap, and I told him he was all talk. So, as I was dressing to leave, he began smacking me around. I got out of the room with my clothes in my hands and a housekeeping woman called the police. He was yelling and throwing things in the room. When I left, he kind of went crazy."

 "So, the police came," Z asked she half expected something like that to happen. Random men with commitment problems same for her is what she is dealing with.

"I don't know I left, but I did lodge a complaint on the site," Wendy told her still upset. 

"Are you going to take a break for a while?" Z asked she may be a little crazy, but she is a friend at least at work. 

 "Yes, I have been out with most of the good ones," Wendy complained as if that was the only reason, not the fact someone beat the crap out of her. 

"You're lucky no one has killed you going out with all those different men. That is why I got off it once was enough," Zarita told her without mentioning she was still seeing her sexy man. But he wasn't on the site. She found him on her own. Well, kind of. 

"He was the guy you made the date with, but you bailed on him," Wendy told her looking ashamed. "I know I shouldn't have gone out with the guy you picked but he was cute. You were smart to dump him he kissed like a cod fish and was lousy in bed with no imagination. I should have left at the first kiss. But I'm stupid. Hope springs eternal you know. They may turn out decent." 

 "Good Lord I'm glad there was a mix-up," Z told her, but then she wouldn't have been so rude as to say that to his face. She should have just put him in her not-again file and left it at that. "Do you want to go to lunch?" Z asked. 

 "Sure, we can take my car," she told her collecting her things. 

The week crawled by and Z saw Wendy on that site at least three times during the week as she passed by. She is probably going out this weekend again Z surmised. She was concerned she was going to end up dead in some fleabag hotel. Oh well, she is not her mother either. She was a grown woman with some big issues of her own.

"You know this is above and beyond the call of duty," Jack complained and handed Preston the passkey.

"I know, and I thank you. This girl has no idea who I am, and I would like to keep it that way a while longer."

"How can that be?" Jack asked he thought everyone knew his boss. At least knew what he looked like. He has been on every tabloid paper cover and TMZ coming out of his New York city's hotel.

"We don't run in the same circles, and I am enjoying her immensely. I think when she finds out it will scare her off and I want to hold that off for a while longer," Preston explained moving things around on his desk a little embarrassed to be talking about his love life with anyone.

 "So, tell me about her," Jack asked seeing the dreamy look in his eyes again.

 "She is feisty, sexy, beautiful, and way more than a handful. She keeps me on my toes in a good way. On top of that, she wants nothing from me except my body. Which I gladly give her," he told him with a smile. "I'm afraid she is the type that would run when she finds out how rich I am. I know it sounds strange but there are women like that."

 "Yeah, there are, so she thinks you're just John Smith and likes you."

 "Jim no last name. She thought I was a guy she was to meet on a dating site. She never gave me the chance to tell her who I was. Later I didn't want to lose her, she was too fantastic. So, I am Jim to her."

 "OK, this sounds like it needs some more explaining, but enjoy your weekend," Jack teased and left him to finish his day. 

 Maureen brought him his package earlier in the day. He was beginning to think they would be without toys this weekend. They would have been ashamed she liked her toys. He'll transfer them to his overnight bag he has in his trunk. He plans to check in around 7:00 and put the eye hook on the wall and then take a shower so he will be nice and clean for her. He just hopes their headboard isn't screwed to the wall like he is. It was after six, so she should be off work he needs to text the room number to her to make sure she remembers. She didn't cancel so he assumes they are on. God, he hopes they are on. He desperately wants to see her. Sex or not he wants to see that smile. 

 Sweetie same place same room 231 can't wait to see you. I found nothing that would work for tying. Toys came in and they looked interesting. Bring a change of clothes in case we want to go out to eat. Nothing fancy.

Jim J OOOOXXXX

 Sounds good. I'll be there a little after 8:00 can't wait to see what you bought. S

Z wrote him her body was tingling already. She decided to eat at home. They barely ate last week, and she knew she would need some stamina for two days of him. 

 She has tried to keep the hair under control all week, but if he wants to see her every weekend, she is never going to be able to get a wax job again. She has to keep shaving to keep up with the hair growth. 

She did that enema thing because it sounds like her ass is going to get some attention. She did it until everything came out clear cramping her stomach badly. She washed out her vagina too, to make sure the period mess is gone. He does like to dive between her legs. She ate a sandwich put more pairs of latex gloves in her bag and checked to make sure the K-Y was there. They had plenty left she noted a little goes a long way. As she walked out to the bus stop for her long weekend. 

Tapping on the door Preston answered smiling. She filled his arms and took him down to the bed. Quickly they stripped, and it was on. The first time was passionate love making the next can be for fun. Once the need to be with one another was sedated they got down to the toys. 

 "OK, I found out hotels don't use slatted headboards because of liability from injuries. I came early and attached an eye hook to the wall, and I can tie you up there if you want me to. I brought three old ties and I will lash you down good if you want me to." He teased giving her, her out as she looked over the things he brought. She hadn't noticed that a tie hung over the headboard just waiting for her hands. She turned and moved closer and felt the fabric of the tie. She rubbed it against her cheek it felt like actual real silk. Fancy for old ties she thought. This man had money what was he doing with her she wondered. 

 "Sure, let's see what all you bought. There is something black and scary in there." She noticed when she glanced at the bag. 

He pulled it out to show her and turned it on as she reached out to feel it. "We can use it like this or attach it to me and I can get your ass and fuck you at the same time," he said using the same foul language she does and leaned in to kiss her. "This is one of those clit clamps just a little bigger maybe more powerful than the other one. This is as you can see just for butt play you or me. This is for you in case you want more than my body can take." He held out a nice dildo it was not bigger than he was. He made sure it wasn't when he bought it.

"This stuff here is pleasure jell it is supposed to enhance your pleasure. I'm not sure how, but we will find out. So, lay back girl with your hands up and I shall drive you crazy with this stuff," he offered looking eager to get to work on her body. 

She did exactly as he told her with her legs spread wide with anticipation. Moving to the head of the bed he lashed the tie around her hands tightly. Not cut the blood off tight just to the I can't get loose tight. She struggled a little shifting her hips trying to drive Preston crazy with her fake struggle. The good thing was he had already gotten his just minutes ago, so he can play away without distractions he thinks.

He turned on the clit clip and it buzzed loudly he got down low to inspect how to attach it and did some playing as her hips rocked and the clip went on. Z groaned and pulled on the tie. "Oh yeah, this is going to be fast." That thing was just humming away. He slipped on a glove and some K-Y and got busy on her ass. The black thing came out and it buzzed as he pushed her hip sideways and took over her ass. Quickly he slipped it in giving her no chance to adjust and sent her over the edge. A strong orgasm hit her as she bucked off the bed and Preston watched with a smile. She calmed down and relaxed and he began to move the probe in and out as each bead slipped back and forth adding to her pleasure. 

Neither one spoke he was too intent on making her come and she was intent on enjoying the feeling. Her body began to build again as she arched off the bed. She clamped her legs together in hopes of stilling the clit clamp, but it made it worse, and her body exploded into a million pieces as she called out his name. Preston thought he could hold out for a while, but he was as hard as a 2by4 and needed to get in on one of these orgasms she was having. With a quick condom fix and the flip of her hips, he was behind her sliding in as her next one built. He slammed home sending that butt thing even deeper. He kept up that rhythm for a while as she quaked around him. She was calling out something, it was not stop, so he kept going. He pulled out abruptly he pulled her feet out from under her flipped her to her back and proceeded to tie her feet to the bed rails. Spread Eagle with the butt probe still in and the clit clamp going she looked shocked at her predicament. He got on the bed and span her hips leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was wanton and demanding. He broke that leaving her wanting more and moving down to her breasts sucked one deep into his mouth and the other he pinched and rolled the nipple she couldn't take it anymore as another orgasm hit and she ground her hips up against his ass. 

"Jim you have to stop I'm going to have a heart attack," she whined coming down from the last one. 

 He let go of her breast and asked, "An actual real heart attack are you known for your bad heart," he asked very concerned he was going to kill her. How the hell would he explain that and what would he do without her?

 "No but this is too much for me at once," she complained as her body convulsed with another orgasm.

 "Ah so you can be overwhelmed," he teased. Shifting off her hips he got busy. The butt thing was still going strong he flipped that switch, and the room went quiet. He flopped over and lay beside her for a second until his hand found her honey pot and began to work removing a clip. He untied one foot forced her to her side again and began to work the probe in and out with a calming stroke he hoped. She fell asleep and trussed up like that with him playing with her ass.

 That must have been intense to wear her out, so fast Preston thought, and kept messing with her. She may be pretending as he had last week. She spread her legs as his finger sank deep bringing out her wetness to coat her clit and get her going again. It didn't take much, and she was reacting with hip thrusts and jerking. He loved to make her come. No one has ever come for him like she does before. But then again, he had never been inspired to make any of those others come. He just wanted to get it over with and move on. Why those women laid down for him he didn't know they did nothing for him. The fact he got hard was just his body letting him know it wanted to release. He was never a masturbator like his friend in school. He thought something was wrong with him he was not interested in sex like the others. It was like his world opened up at the age of thirty-four that sex was a wonderful thing when she walked in the door. 

Ah, the wonders of her body he thought and kissed her breast. He pulled the butt probe and took it to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. He cleaned her bottom let her feet and hands go and covered her, she was out. She was breathing so she was alive.

 He tried to find the butt thing like her friend had but they didn't seem to have one. If it looked like it, it didn't vibrate so he picked this one he was thinking as he washed it off. She needs to wake up he wants some attention he thought with the ass probe in hand. Sure, he could put it in, but he liked it when she did it. He likes how she massaged his ass and work the hole. She was good and had him spoiled. He can't believe he is here and doing these things. They say sex can do strange things to people and he is proof of that. Mister Shy Vanilla has become addicted to sex or was it just her?

He got in bed laid down and fell into a light sleep with his hand cupped around her breast. Feeling movement on the bed he woke not used to sleeping with someone in his bed he heard the snap of a glove and prepared to be assaulted happily. She circled his ass with jell and slipped one finger in and began to work him. Gave her the back arch, she was waiting for, and she added another finger and he passed her the probe. She did what he did to her, and it quickly went in, and all his relaxation was gone. Slowly she worked it in and out only a bead or two at a time and he again relaxed. She turned the vibrating on, and he melted into the bed. Lying down next to him she rubbed his back messed with his ass some and relaxed with him. She had no idea how that felt for him. For her, it stimulates everything, but he seems to be going back to sleep. That was fine she could sleep some more he could deal with the vibrating insides as long as he wanted. 

What felt like a couple of hours later she felt him get up. 

He must be taking that thing out. It was Ok but she liked the other one better. The other one went in just so far and you can hit against it as you fuck, and it felt wonderful. That thing you can't. It has all kinds of things on the top, if it got pushed in you would have to go fishing to remove it. He came back out after hearing the water run for a while looking refreshed. He may have showered which doesn't sound like a bad idea. He got in bed she got out and came back a few minutes later smelling clean and that was all it took, and he planted his face deep inside her in two seconds. Kissing and groping they clung to one another as if drowning. 

The drapes were drawn, and the light was on, but they slept. Doors opening and closing in the hallway, vacuums going in the hallway, they slept. They had exhausted each other all night.

Preston thinks the need for food is what woke him. Sonya slept next to him with that plump ass showing under the light covers he had to kiss it. Pulling the covers back he gazed at her beauty and wondered how long he would have her. She rolled waking up and his hand slid down between her legs she spread, and she called him, "A horny thing."

"Right, I'm not the one who spreads an invitation."

She chuckled and said, "You know how to tell if a woman is horny?" she asked. "She sleeps with her legs open, or one leg cocked out she is horny. If her legs are closed don't even bother you're not getting any. Just for future reference," She told him and arched her hips to indicate for him to keep going. It didn't take long, but she was not receiving a kiss until he brushed his teeth. That was the one thing he forgot. A few minutes later he came back out smelling minty fresh and picked up his laptop. "We need food," he announced. "So, we need someone who will deliver here." Indicating he had no plans to leave this room.

Clamoring from the bed she opened a drawer and found a pamphlet. "This has the restaurants around here that deliver. I saw it last week when I was looking for paper," She said and brought it to him making her way to the bathroom to clean up. Watching her walk around he grew hard and took the pamphlet and a condom to the bathroom. She had her hair in a towel and was about to step into the shower. This place had a much nicer shower and he put it to good use.

"You want Chinese or pizza," he asked as he put the condom on stepped into the shower, and took her against the cold tile wall. Her towel fell off and her hair got wet, but she didn't seem to care. She just wanted what he had to give her. She absolutely could not get enough of him.

"If you would let me take you to the Palmer house you could go down to the beauty shop and they would fix your hair."

"No, I know people who work there. Besides how do you know what is at the Palmer House?"

"I know people who work there too, and I have gone to Bar-mitzvahs and weddings there. Jealous much?" Preston teased. Everything he said was true.

"Are you Jewish?" she asked as if it was an accusation.

"No, but I do know quite a few. Mainly my father's old friends." 

"Oh yeah," Z said that made sense he has money so does his father.

"Why? Do you have a problem with Jews?" He asked wondering where this came from.

"No, you just didn't look Jewish, and it would have shocked me if you were. Mister Sensitive," she said and quickly changed the subject. "Oh yeah, my friend at work, the one who got me involved in that website. She went out with the other Jim, and he beat her up pretty bad last weekend," Z told him and watched anger cloud his face. He engulfed her in a loving naked hug and held her tightly to him.

"He didn't hit me," she teased he had reacted so quickly.

"I know but if we hadn't met, he may have been with you."

"Nah, she said he was terrible, and she told him and that is why he got mad. I would have just left and not seen him again. She was stupid for telling him."

"So, if I was bad you would have never seen me again?"

"I already told you that was the deal. Bring it or forget it." She told him not believing he couldn't remember. Had he really thought she was kidding?

"So, I brought it."

"Yes, you did, and keep bringing it," Z praised him and cupped his butt bringing him closer to her. "So how long did you sleep with that thing in your ass?" she teased. 

"I'm not sure but it felt so relaxing I could do that every night," Preston said and stepped away to get his phone he needs food.

"Can you replace the batteries in it," Z asked.

"I'm pretty sure you can," he said scanning the pamphlet for the phone number. He needs food to keep going. 

"Then I know what you're doing from now on. Sleeping with a butt probe," Z suggested giving a little butt wiggle as she teased him.

"No, only if you put it in, I'm not doing that myself."

"Right, and I don't use my vibrator at home."

"So why didn't you bring it?" Preston asked. They could have had one more toy.

"Because I have you to fill me, I don't need it here."

"True, so Chinese or Pizza?" he asked with a proud grin. That he was better than a vibrator, 

"Let's have Pizza now and Chinese tonight," Z suggested. She got off the bed and dug in her bag and found her money. She handed him the thirty dollars and then twenty more this is adding up. He didn't fight her he knew how she was about paying her way. 

"This is for the pizza, I'll let you get dinner," she told him and passed him the other money. This every weekend thing was eating into her budget big time. She was going to have to back off and make this every other week or a monthly tryst. He was just going to have to understand. He may have money, but he spent a bunch on toys, and she knows this room was not a sixty bucks-a-night room. No matter what he claims how he got some great internet deal. 

Preston asked what kind of pizza she wanted and then tried to remember the last time he had eaten pizza. Probably back in college. He was looking forward to it. 

"I'm not a pepperoni kind of girl. I like mushroom and hamburger and tell them to add some packs of hot pepper. If you don't like that you can get half and half."

"No, I don't like pepperoni either. Most people do is what I was thinking. I love mushrooms, a raw one dipped in ranch, or a nice Portobello grilled is the best. No this is good. See we are meant to be together. We even like the same kind of pizza," he told her, gave her a quick peck, and called in the order. 

"Ok, I'm going to get dressed," he begrudgingly said and grabbed his pants, "so I can answer the door." He zipped up and pulled on his shirt and Z regretted that he was covered up. She enjoyed looking at him. He was a fine specimen of a man even his penis was nice-looking. 

It was big but not a bunch of veins and gross. His balls were tight and snug to his bottom, yep he was nice. 

Raking her hand across his back he turned and smiled as he picked up his computer sitting it in his lap he said.

"Ok, I want to show you what I found when I was looking for a hotel where you could be tied. Now you have taught me to be a little kinky," he said and smiled. "I wanted to show you what I found and not just take you there and have you freak out on me," he said and typed in the name of the S&M hotel into the search engine. The site popped up; it was a trashy motel on the outside with decked-out rooms for pain he thought on the inside. He watched her reaction as he scrolled the site clicking here and there. The further he scrolled the scarier the pictures were. He hoped she didn't want that this might be a deal breaker for him, and he would hate to have to walk away from her.

"Oh, no that is way too much. Hands and feet are Ok but not that. I don't like pain and I would never be subservient to a man," she told him defiantly.

"Yeah, I didn't think you would go for that, so I went for the eye hook," he said and scrolled to the top of the page and clicked out of that site.

"It worked maybe we could use it on you after lunch," she suggested. 

"You after my ass again?" He asked looking for the sex toy site to see if she saw anything she wanted.

"Oh, quit complaining you know you love it."

"Amazingly I do but I was a mess yesterday I can imagine what you will find today. I tried to go earlier but nothing," he told her again not believing he was having this conversation with her.

"I have you covered we will play don't worry," Z told him. She brought stuff to cover her for a two-day stay so he should be good as long as he lets her abuse him. So far, he has been trusting or adventuresome, one or the other. She has been adventuresome, willing to do whatever he wants to. For some reason, she trusts him with her body and her heart. So far, he has done nothing to hurt her, nor has he said anything to put her down, degrade, or make her feel worthless. Again, points for him.

"We need more towels to keep going," she told him, and he picked up the phone and called the front desk to make his request. She noticed he made the request so easily as if he had done it a thousand times. She couldn't believe that he was not that sexually experienced. She liked that they were learning together much like her first boyfriend when she was just a young teen, but he knew how to handle himself. 

"This is the site I found the other toys on. See if you can find anything you want," he said and passed the laptop to her. 

She kept finding things for his butt and he kept saying no, but he was enjoying the teasing banter as they discussed the use of the different things. The fake pussies freaked her out. Looking closely at them she tried to figure them out. She questioned if he ever used one. He could honestly tell her he had never seen one. I didn't even know they made something like that. He had looked at them in disbelief when he saw them too but passed them up quickly.

"I don't need that I have you," Preston teased throwing her words back at her. 

She did find a vibrating cock ring she knows how he likes the vibration feel. She did agree to let him use the vibrating butt probe attached to his dick on her as it was designed when she found it advertised. She gets to play with him for a while first. 

The towels came, and Preston went to get some ice, and sodas, and the pizza came as he returned to the room. Using the cash, she gave him he paid for the pizza and stepped inside. Z heard them out in the hall talking and ducked into the bathroom again. Once the door was closed, she came back out in all her naked glory just the way he liked her. 

The pizza was on the table along with the ice and drinks and he was stripping. She planned to play with him, and he was getting ready. He loved her attention even though she can be rough. In the end, he always enjoyed himself.

With towels in the chairs, they sat and ate some delicious pizza. 

"So, tell me about your friend and the other Jim and how did she talk you into joining that site," He asked finishing off his first slice. It was heavenly it took him back to his college days. 

"I already told you. I was horny, and she had been on the site for months. She set me up. And you know the rest. My friend said she went out with him just to give him a try. She thought his picture was cute, but then he was lousy in bed."

"She told him her opinion and he freaked," Preston added remembering what she said. He had freaked when he heard it could have been her that he beat up. 

"Right, but I think she has some kind of sexual hang-up," Z told him looking at his body he could feel her desire and he began to grow. It was wonderful to know she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. The problem is all they want to do is have sex. With the eye signals, they were on their way again. Another God I love your body love fest and they slept for a few hours. 

He rolled and nuzzled her neck and caressed a breast and moments later she had him bent over the tub enduring the filling of the small enema bottle she used on herself yesterday. 

"You stay right there and hold it until you can't stand it any longer," she told him gruffly.

"You know I saw this in the movie Sybil, and she went crazy," he complained feeling his gut clench. 

"The longer you hold it the better it works. When you can't hold it any longer you go sit on the toilet. I will leave you to your business. You're going to have to decide if this is worth the pleasure," she lectured sounding like a mother, not a lover. He wanted to laugh but was afraid of what would happen, so he clamped his cheeks and went to the toilet. 

She forced him to endure it three more times until it ran clear then she let him relax. "You may not want to spend two days with me anymore." Z teased. She had been pretty rough on him. 

"You may be right. It is fun to play but a lot of work and pain to get ready. But I would spend every minute with you. You haven't scared me away yet," He said so sweetly as he went for her body. 

They spent the afternoon, evening, and part of the night giving each other pleasure and some pain to make the other cry out. Z put her ass on the market after a very memorable adventure and Jim took full advantage of it. Z rode it out and knew she was going to pay for the submission later. After a nice long shower to wash the stinky mess off. Z gave him a quick kiss and was gone by 10:00 giving him an hour to recoup and be gone by check-out time. He had one more thing in his bag of toys and they wore the battery out on it. It was made for a man it was a silver disk on a pole and she used it well, but he found if he put it on Sonya's G spot, she would do anything for him. Well, she would anyway, but happily, she gave him a blow job to get him going again. She had completely worn him out. It was supposedly used on a man's prostate, but he found a new use for it. He didn't know you could stimulate a man's prostate or why you would. But dam that felt good. 

Lord, he had her going last night. Most of the time she tied to the bed so she could not escape. She liked it that way she had to ride out the orgasm instead of escaping it. He had been relentless at causing them and he loved every one of them. She was amazing he knew if he married her, he would be dead by forty. But he would be a happy dead man. He was amazed she could walk when she left this morning. He knew he would be feeling the effects for days. He needed to work out in the morning to keep his muscles limber. He would get the masseuse at the hotel to give him a workover.