Ron made these trips two or three times a year for the company. He'd hop aboard a plane in Pittsburgh and go wherever, whenever, he was asked to go. He always traveled alone, no one from the home office in Pennsylvania around. Maybe one of these times he'd get some action. In four years, and 11 trips, he hadn't yet.

This time it was a training seminar. Nothing that he didn't already know, but for the appropriate certification he was headed for the South, to the Gulf Coast. That's the way the company wanted it, who was he to object to escaping the cold Pittsburgh winter for a week. When he arrived, and before he picked up his rental car and headed to the hotel, he bought a pack of condoms. About every other time he traveled he bought a 3-pack.

The waitress at the hotel coffee shop was a cute young thing. Short dark hair and big brown eyes. At first glance she looked like a woman Ron had seen on the internet. She looked like Riley Mason, but just slightly. It was four days of breakfast at the hotel coffee shop and the occasional evening of pie and coffee. She'd been there all but once. Ron didn't hesitate to flirt with her. Who knew, he might get lucky?

"Geez Ron, you don't have a chance with something like that," Greg said to him on Thursday night. "You're 35 and she might be 20. Too many young guys wanting to poke that. You look old enough to be her father. Sorry Dude but with that gray in your hair."

"You don't know until you try Gregory. It's like pie.you want it, so you might as well ask if there's any available."

She walked over and refilled their coffee cups. It was nearly time to close for the night. "I'm gonna miss you guys when you leave," she smiled. "Y'all have become my regulars."

"We'll miss you Rae," Ron said, smiling his widest smile.

"Hold on a minute, I got something you might want to see," Rae said and she hustled off toward the kitchen.

"Well, that's it for me Ron. I have to get my beauty rest. See you in the morning."

"What is it? Two hours in the morning and then a dash for the airport?"

"Yep, I'll be lucky to make it back to Omaha for dinner." Greg shuffled off toward the exit.

Rae was back a moment later, wearing an apron.

"Where'd Greg go?"

"He was up past his bedtime, so I told him his story and off he went."

"Well, anyhow I got something you might want to see?"

"I'm sure it's beautiful like you Rae."

"Would y'all like to see.my cock?"

Ron wasn't sure he heard her right, but the little smirk on her face told him he had.

"I believe I would like to see your cock Miss Rae," he said, checking to see if anyone was within earshot.

She pulled a cloth cock out of the pocket of her apron, and it hung down with a couple of round little balls attached.

Rae giggled.

"How 'bout that, a calico cock! Bet you haven't see too many girls with their own cocks have you?"

"Nope, can't say that I have," Ron smiled. He paused.

"Fair is fair, right? How would you like to see my cock Rae?"

Her smile faded slightly, and her eyes darted about the room. She turned and walked back into the kitchen.

Oh well, Ron thought, a 12th trip with no pussy. It was worth a try though.

A moment later she was walking back, bill in hand. She put it on the table, made brief eye contact, and walked back to the kitchen.

Ron stood up, looking at the bill as he did. He was stunned. Written on the bill were the words "charge the coffee to your room-be there in a few minutes."

Ron charged the meal to his room, and got on the elevator for the 7th floor.

He took his time once he got to Room 732. She may show up, who knew? He checked the local weather on TV. No problems flying out tomorrow noon he thought.

A gentle tap on the door, and when he opened it there she was.

Rae was still in her waitress uniform. Ron never knew he had a thing for waitresses. Never noticed the uniform until now. It fit her snugly, which was a good thing. The small breasts, 32s Ron guessed, were presented to best advantage. In the rear the uniform conformed to Rae's small, round ass. Beneath the hem slender legs stood in flesh colored stockings. Yes she was wearing tennis shoes, but every masterpiece must have its flaws. She wore the essence of her work. The faint smell of bacon eminated from her.

He took her hand and led her in. He locked the door behind her.

She walked to the phone and made a brief call. Reassuring her roommates not to worry, she was working late and would see them tomorrow.

"Now, fair is fair Mister. I want to see that cock," she said walking toward him.

"All in due time. This is about you Rae, not my cock." He pulled her onto his lap as he sat in the overstuffed armchair. It crossed his mind that we was going to overstuff her, and he smiled.

She noticed a camcorder sitting on the coffee table a few feet away. He had brought it for some meetings the day before.

"Are you going to film us?" she asked.

"I wasn't planning on that, so don't worry."

"No, I think I'd like to have that.for when I need to get off."

Ron set her down on the couch and arranged the camera. He turned it on, and returned to her. He took her onto his lap.

"Is it a big cock? Thick?"

"You'll see."

"'Cause the boys I've been with, all they got to offer was little pencil-thin dicks that got in, spit watery sperm at me and then were done."

"Don't worry," he said, cupping her breast in his hand. He traced the outline of her right nipple. He moved his mouth to the cloth covering her left breast and began to suck gently.

"Oh shit! I can feel that cock under my leg!" she whispered. She lay back and began to kiss his neck. She knew that cock would be tight in her tiny cunt. It would feel so good though.

He unbuttoned her dress and brushed aside the thin cotton cup from her breast. He ran his tongue over her erect nipple.

"I think you are way more experienced than I am."

"I'll teach you all you need to know Rae," he said, sliding his hand up her skirt and onto her damp panties. "It's all in the eye contact. Keep eye contact with your lover 99 of the time."

She moaned as his index finger penetrated her cotton panty defenses and touched her clit. "What about the other 1 of the time?" she whispered.

"I'll get to that later."

"Mr. Room 732, are you going to fuck me?" She giggled, moaning from his finger in her twat.

"Yes, I am."

"I wish I'd gone back to my apartment and put on something nicer to wear. I have some perfume that makes the boys' dicks go hard when I wear it. I don't want you to fuck me smelling like bacon."

"Not a problem," he said, burying his face between her small breasts. His hand had brushed aside her panties and he was finger-fucking her slowly.

He lifted her off his lap. She reached for his swollen cock, started to unzip him. He brushed her hand aside.

"Not yet." He led her to the bathroom. "Wait right here baby."

He adjusted the camera to film the bathroom, and leaving the door open, he returned to her.

He unbuttoned her top all the way, nibbling on her neck.

She stuck her tongue in his ear. He led her to the shower.

"Are y'all gonna screw me in the shower?"

"No baby, this is all about you." She reached down and slid her stockings off her legs one at a time. He threw her tennis shoes outside the bathroom.

Her panties were damp as he slowly lowered them. He bent down and kissed her forbidden zone. His tongue clicked onto her clit and his finger penetrated her.

"Oh sweet Jesus" she said. "that feels so good."

He pulled her dress off her. Her bra fell to the floor. He turned the shower on, warm. He cradled her breast in his hand, and nodded toward the shower.

He washed her gently with a washcloth, wiping the bacon from her. He paused at her sweet young pussy, paying special attention to the area.

"I've never had this much attention. Usually they just throw me down, push my panties aside and get it over with quick."

"Does this happen a lot? Working downstairs and all," he asked.

"I've had that apron for a long time, but this is the first time I decided to show it."

He pulled her toward him. His tongue found her pussy, and slid past the neatly-trimmed fur borders. She tasted so good. Her juices were starting to flow. He ate her out for a few minutes, and she moaned throughout.

He stood up, and throwing his now wet shirt and pants on the floor, walked out.

"Dry your hair a little Rae and then join me," he said. She felt like she might have a small orgasm when she heard those words, but she stopped the wonderful feeling.

He turned down the sheets on the king-size bed. It was hot tonight he thought. He opened the door to the patio to let the Gulf Breeze into the room. In the distance he could hear the pounding surf as the waves went in and out. He paused the camera until she was ready.

She walked out five minutes later, her hair still damp. She wore just a white hotel towel and it did little to cover her 5'8" frame. He resumed filming.

"Oh, the breeze makes my nipples stand up," she said.

"All the better to suck those tits," he said.

She dropped the towel. He handed her a packet with a condom in it.

"Open that up, and make eye contact while you put it on my cock. It's time you were properly introduced."

"I don't have cooties, and I'm not gonna get knocked up" she cooed, closing her long slender fingers around his cock.

He laid her on her back in the middle of the bed and ever so slowly inched his cock into her moist cunt. When he reached the back wall of her pleasure palace she moaned loadly.

"That feels so good! I've never had one this big before."

"Is it too big for you?"

"Hell no! Push it in deeper! Now please."

He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and plowed her pussy deeper than she imagined could be done.

"I always wanted to be fucked in the surf.the sound matches your cock banging against me."

The second time she orgasmed she actually screamed. She had never come more than once.

He screwed her missionary. He had her sit on his cock and lifted her up and down. He introduced her to doggystyle. He liked that with Rae. Her firm ass cheeks bumping his balls. She drew the line at anal, but that was okay. It was two hours of making love, and they fell asleep. She had looked him in the eye nearly all the time. Smiling her approvals. The last thing Ron remembered was turning the camera off and putting a new tape in.

Ron woke early. Rae was still laying there naked, her legs spread. He could just climb on top of her, slip his still erect cock into her and fuck her awake. He almost did that.

Instead he quietly got up, called for room service. Eggs, bacon with a side order of sausage.

10 minutes later room service delivered. Ron arranged the camera and began recording.

Ron disrobed and taking the sausage he rubbed it all over his throbbing cock. He squeezed all the greases onto his foreskin and love rod. He was rubbing the bacon on her cunt when she woke up.

"What." she gasped.

"I'm about to teach you that 1%, when you don't make eye contact."

He dropped his cock into her open mouth and proceeded to eat her out, 69 style. The bacon tasted so good on her cunt. He licked her clean and then continued. Now her juices were flowing. Rae was making deep sucking sounds and moaning with the sausage cock thrusting in and out of her tight lips. A few minutes later he filled her mouth with sausage gravy. Her hips drove into his face as she came in a tremendous orgasm. She pushed him off of her and sat bolt upright, the cum flying from her mouth and splattering the mirror six feet away.

"That one was for me," he said.

"I didn't know I'd like giving throat so much. That was my first time. Best breakfast sausage I've ever had." She licked the cum off the mirror and then sucked on his balls.

They pretended that nothing had changed when Ron saw Rae at the coffee shop later that morning. There was full understanding between them of what they'd had.

"You know Ron, for all the grief you've given our waitress, you better leave her a pretty nice tip" Greg was saying.

"Oh, I did," Ron said, "and more."