The Best Fuck in Vicksburg

It had been a stressful day, so I returned to my small, but very nice, motel room in Vicksburg. The long shower had felt so good, I just stayed naked when I walked back into the bedroom, drying myself with a large, fluffy towel. My last client had been a long legged brunette, and I started thinking about her as I dried my balls and cock.
I picked up the remote and started flipping thru the channels. Bingo! There was Stacey Donavan, one of my favorite porn stars, with her ‘Uncle John’ fucking her, doggy style. Forget the towel, I gripped my dick and began the old familiar massage. I had been too tired to jack-off the night before, so ol’ Fat Boy was engorged to his fullest.
After about five minutes of slow, easy, stroking, I felt another familiar feeling, in my nuts. My load was on its’ way.

As Uncle John spun Stacey around, poking his dick toward her open mouth, I pulled the edge of the towel over, and caught the seven or eight gushes in it.

“Pretty big batch,” I mumbled to myself, “Between looking at Stacey and Linda Stark, (my brunette customer) I had a big supply built up. Hell, it was more than Uncle John shot onto her face. I still haven’t figured out why most of these porn bastards dump their cum outside these women’s pussies. I’d rather see it leaking out, after it’s pumped inside a hot cunt.”

I watched another fuck movie, then fell asleep during the third one. When I was awakened by a loud noise, I still had my dick, which was hard again, in the clutches of my right hand. “What the Hell,” I thought, “sounds like something slammed into the wall.”

Then, as I became fully awake, I realized somebody was bumping my door. Through the peek hole, I saw Linda Stark. She was holding another female up, and must have been tapping my door with the toe of her shoe. I wrapped the towel around me, tucked it in, and opened up.

“Hi, Don,” she grunted as she began helping the girl into my room, “I’m sorry to bother you like this, but my friend is drunk as hell. I couldn’t take her home with me, because my husband thinks she’s a bad influence on me. He’d be pissed off if he knew we were drinking together tonight.”
I picked the girl up, laid her on the bed, and listened to Linda continue.
“Her boyfriend got mad at her today, that’s why she got so drunk. He kicked her out of their apartment, so she came to me. Like I said, my husband doesn’t like her, so we went to a bar, to try to figure things out. I went to the ladies room, and when I got back, two guys were at our table. Betty was telling them to leave her alone, but they wouldn’t. I caught the bouncer’s attention and he made them move on. I think they must have drugged her drink, because she passed out so quick.”

The more Linda talked, the more I wanted to fuck her.