5 comments/ 61981 views/ 8 favorites European Vacation Ch. 01 By: RodSamson42 Disclaimer: The following story is an entirely fictional work based on fictional characters for adult entertainment. It includes details of no real people or events. Feedback and suggestions for future chapters is greatly appreciated. ------------------------------------------------- "You are a fucking pig!" Cathy yelled at the pencil necked clerk. "You're such a fucking bastard!" The young girl continued her verbal assault between yanking off her shoes and unfastening her tight jeans. "What are you doing?" Melissa asked, astonished by her friend's extreme course of action. "This pervert wants us naked in the pool, so let's give him what he wants," she replied, pulling her pink blouse over her head. The clerk stood with his mouth hung wide, watching the hot tempered girl undress before his eyes. From the moment the two ladies had walked into the lobby of the Motel One, he knew they were tourists. They had initially approached his desk and shared a long sob story about losing their money and being stranded in Europe. It ended with Cathy asking to spend the night for free, to which the clerk responded with what he felt was a reasonable request—strip naked and take a dip in the pool. "You can't be serious," Melissa pleaded with the clerk. "Can't we work around the motel like they let people do in a hostel?" The clerk was so focused on Cathy's hasty undressing, that Melissa's plea fell entirely on deaf ears. "What are you waiting for?" Cathy asked. "You seriously aren't going to make me do this on my own." Melissa weighed her options as she watched her friend unhook the red silken bra from around her large chest. Did they really have to do this? Observing the reaction on the store clerk's face, she could tell that he was in utter disbelief. He obviously had thought his advances would get him a fast slap to the face and nothing more. Feeling anxiety take over, Melissa let out a nervous giggle that caught the clerk's attention. "What's so funny?" Cathy asked, now standing topless in full sight of everyone. "Nothing," she responded, finding humor in the crazy situation they were in. Taking a deep breath, Melissa kicked off her shoes and started to unbutton her pants. "Thank God!" Cathy shouted. "I thought I was doing all this for nothing." Melissa's jeans dropped to the floor, revealing her purple thong that heavily accentuated her round ass. She reached under her shirt and around her back to unclasp the matching purple bra, which she planned to completely remove when Cathy was ready to make a swift run for the pool. The thought of being exposed to everyone was exhilarating and Melissa could feel her heart attempting to rocket from her chest. "Are you ready?" Cathy asked, peeking at her friend's slender body. Melissa was more reserved about her physique than Cathy, which is why she was attempting to stay completely covered until the very last second. Cathy on the other hand had no problem standing almost entirely nude in front of the stranger. With a nod, Melissa acknowledged that she was prepared. In a nearly synchronized motion, both girls slipped off their panties and dashed out of the lobby. Melissa tried not to think about all of the people who could be watching her scamper across the asphalt. It was the summer season, but the temperatures in Frankfurt were still a little low for a swim. While the water might be cold, Melissa was eager to dive into the water and hide her nakedness. A loud splash sounded as the girls dove in. Melissa felt a chill consume her skin and rush through her body. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Cathy darting across the pool with the speed and grace of an Olympic athlete. Melissa treaded water for a moment, then picked up her stride. Halfway across the pool, she watched her friend rise from the icy water. It would be quite a sight for anyone aware of what was going on. Cathy's firm ass glistened in the sunlight as she used the stepladder to pull her wet body out of the pool. Melissa had always admired her friend's curvy figure, but now was not the time to appreciate Cathy's form—she needed to get out of the water and hopefully into a warm room. Melissa made her way across the pool and rushed in the direction of the lobby. Her fleeting eyes caught the glances of a few onlookers, which made her even more nervous. Most of them were hiding behind curtains, but she saw one brawny man sipping a beer in the doorway. He whistled at the two nude bodies loping about. When the ladies made it back into the lobby, they hustled to get dressed. Melissa had moved so fast, that she was sure the clerk had not caught a decent glimpse of anything she didn't want him to see. Even if he had, it made her feel better thinking that he had seen nothing. Perhaps he had focused most of his attention on Cathy? The clerk still stood surprised behind the desk and hoped that his memory was good enough to savor and remember every moment of what he had just experienced. In what seemed like less than a minute, he had watched two girls strip, swim a lap in freezing cold water, and then get dressed right before his very eyes. "Give me a key!" a dressed Cathy demanded, extending her hand to accept her prize. The weasely clerk was still bug-eyed, but managed to unhook the key for room #2 and hand it to the soaked young woman. "Fucking pervert," she screeched. Both ladies left the lobby with large grins beaming from their shivering faces. Neither of them could believe what they had just done to earn a free night at a rundown motel. The clerk watched the ladies leave and immediately locked the door to the lobby. He turned over a sign that read "Keine Leere", which is the German equivalent of "No Vacancy". The clerk lived in the back of the lobby in a dingy spare room. It was tiny, with a dirty mattress on the floor and bottles of vodka and porno magazines sprawled about. One thing that stood out of place was a laptop computer that rested in the corner of the room. The clerk fell face first onto the mattress and reached for the laptop. When he moved the mouse, a screen popped up that showcased a live video feed of all the rooms. He clicked on room #2 and glued his eyes to the screen. It was pitch black in the dreary motel room as the girls surveyed their temporary abode. A king size bed took up much of the space and covered most of the shag carpeting. An old television sat atop a filthy dresser that probably hid an entire nest of nasty critters within its drawers. Cathy flipped on the bathroom light and gasped as she saw a roach scurry down the drain. "Hopefully we won't be staying here long," she told Melissa, who was wrapping a musty blanket around her chilled body. "I'm sure Jack will wire us some money tomorrow, so we just have to make it through the night." "Your boy better come through. There is no way I am doing anything else for that pervert up at the front; what a loser," Cathy said as she began to undress. "Is it impossible for you to keep your clothes on?" asked Melissa. "I'm going to take a hot shower," she explained. "I don't care how dirty the tub is...this day has been...uhh!" "I know what you mean," Melissa agreed, curling up on the hard mattress. "Things will get better." The spraying shower muffled Cathy's response, but Melissa knew that whatever she said wasn't important. She lay on the bed, reflecting on everything that had happened to them so far. This was supposed to be their dream vacation to Europe, but it had quickly turned into a nightmare when both their luggage and money came up missing. Melissa tucked her legs close to her body and let her tired eyes rest. Her thoughts wandered as she dozed off to the soothing sound of pouring water and Cathy singing. --------------------------- "Get up girl!" Cathy yelled, hovering over her sleeping friend. "I'm starving." Melissa woke in daze, disappointed when her eyes focused and she realized it hadn't been a dream. "Let's go get something to eat," Cathy continued. "We haven't had anything since the plane ride this morning. Come on!" Very groggy, she rose off the bed and balanced herself on the nightstand. "We don't have any money," said Melissa."How are we going to get food?" "That's just it," she explained with a grin. "While you've been out of it for the last two hours, I've been coming up with something." "And what is your plan?" Melissa asked. "We need to beg for money," Cathy answered. "This is the best you could come up with?" Melissa said, rolling her eyes. "Hear me out. Back home, you see the same people begging for money on the streets all the time. How hard could it be? They seem to get plenty of money or else we'd find their dead bodies lining the sides of the road." Melissa stretched her limbs, letting Cathy's idea bounce around inside her brain. She wasn't too proud to beg, but Melissa didn't think it would be as easy as Cathy made it sound. "Let's go!" Cathy hollered. "I need food." "Alright," Melissa agreed. "Let's go begging like a couple of hobos." Cathy let out a chuckle. "I think we'd be considered tramps." Dusk was settling in as the girls traipsed through the parking lot of the Motel One. Neither of them knew what they were doing, but they hoped it would end with dinner. They spotted a man smoking a cigarette in a parked car and Cathy instantly put on the charm. She knocked on the car window, startling the unsuspecting man to the point where he dropped his lit cigarette onto his lap. Fumbling for the hot bud, he looked up at the wide-eyed beauty staring into his. "Sir," she whimpered with pursed lips. "Me and my friend have no money and are really hungry. Is there any way you could spare a few Euros to help us out?" The man saw straight through her fake demeanor. "I'm not giving you or your friend anything," he said, his eyes ensnared in her chest. "but I may be interested in letting the two of you work for it." Cathy balled her fist and bit hard on her tongue. What the hell was with all of the men in Europe? Did everything have to be about sex? Melissa grabbed Cathy by the arm and yanked her away from the car. "You weren't really considering that?" Melissa asked Cathy who was visibly upset by the offer. "I don't know," she replied. "Would it really be that big of a deal?" "You would seriously have sex with that guy for food?" "Not sex," Cathy replied. "I wouldn't go all the way." "Well what would you do?" posed Melissa, intrigued by her friend's lack of inhibition. "I would be willing to give him a handjob," explained Cathy. "How difficult could that be?" "You are a piece of work," Melissa bickered. "We need money and this would be easy," whined Cathy. "He may not even want that," suggested Melissa. "What if he wants more?" "Then I'll tell him no and walk away," said Cathy as she walked back to the car window. Cathy leaned into the car, exposing her hefty cleavage to the stranger. "I will give you a handjob," she offered," if you agree to give us money for dinner." "I could get that anywhere," scoffed the stranger. "However, I'm willing to bargain. Care to haggle?" "Of course, but I'm not fucking you," Cathy replied with frustration. "Let's get that out off the table now." "I know you're not going to fuck me," the man laughed. "Neither of you look like whores, but I'm sure you have your reasons." "We do," she exclaimed. "So what's your offer?" "Your friend seems really shy. What's her name?" "I'm not going to tell you that," Cathy jeered. "Fine. I'll give you money for a handjob, but your friend has to watch." "I told you I would do that earlier," Cathy snapped. "She wasn't going to leave me alone with you..." "Let me finish," the stranger interrupted. "I want to see her tits while she watches you work it. I don't want her eyes to leave the action for a second and I want her to talk dirty to me. Very dirty." Cathy considered the man's request, then looked over at her friend. Cathy knew that Melissa was a shy person and while she had heard her say a few vulgar things in the past, she wasn't too sure her friend would play along. "What do you think?" Cathy asked, gazing toward Melissa who was resting against the car. "I'll do it," she hesitantly answered. "But I still think you're crazy." Cathy winked and returned her gaze to the man. "Where do you want to do this?" she asked. "Right here would be fine with me," he replied. Melissa grew flush, embarrassed that she was going to do this in the parking lot. However, it quickly came to her that this was probably the safest place, considering this stranger could do unspeakable things to them if they were behind the closed door of a motel room. The sky was growing dark, which made the idea of being topless in the parking lot a little less frightening. The man opened the driver's side door and the girls got their first good look at him. He looked to be in his later thirties, with thinning blonde hair and a lean body. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, both of which smelled like an ash tray. "Let's go," he ordered, twisting in his seat so that his feet were placed firmly on the pavement. The girls looked at each other, a feeling of exhilaration overtaking them both. This didn't seem the same as the earlier stunt they had pulled, which was the equivalent of a sorority hazing or a silly spring break prank--they were seriously about to please a man for money. Cathy took the initiative and sat on her heels. She leaned in close to the stranger and searched for his zipper. Thumbing the sliver of metal with her manicured fingers, she listened nervously as it whirred down the length of his crotch. From the dashboard light, both ladies could now see the ghastly bulge outlined in his boxer shorts. Cathy's hands shook as she dipped her fingers into the small opening at the front of his underwear. The heat of his erection thawed her cold hand, which she gripped firmly and exhumed from his fly. "You like what you see?" he arrogantly asked. The sight of the man's large cock sent an overwhelming shock of reality over the girls. Cathy had seen many dicks before, but never under such circumstances. The situation the girls had placed themselves in was so taboo and dirty, that it made the stranger's cock appear that much more powerful. "I do," Cathy lied. His cock was impressive, but the thought of what she was about to do repulsed her. She began by getting a hard grip on the stranger's throbbing shaft. It was thick and veiny, standing at attention in the cool night air. The sweat of her palms made it easy to slide her fist up and down the length, gently stroking his member from the base all the way up to the pulsing head. "Your friend isn't doing anything," said the stranger, his gaze focused on Melissa. "I need you to fulfill your end of the bargain." Cathy looked at Melissa, who appeared overwrought with fear. The situation had become too real. "Come on girl," Cathy said in a calm, serene, tone. "Let's do this." Melissa slowed her breathing and clutched the hem of her purple blouse. She timidly raised the thin garment over her breasts, revealing the black bra she wore underneath. "That's lovely," the man commented. "Now let's see the rest." Melissa reached behind her back and unsnapped the tiny hooks that held her bra together. When she felt it come loose, the young girl lifted the cups to expose her supple breasts. " "Check out the tits on you," said the stranger with a wry smile. Cathy eyed her friend's bare breasts. She had seen Melissa without a shirt many times before, but had never looked that closely. Melissa's breasts weren't as big as Cathy's, but they were absolutely beautiful. Cathy was impressed at how high they stood on her chest and the deep pink color of her small nipples. "Say something," he commanded, his eyes passing between the two women. Melissa drew a blank. What did he want to hear? She stood with her arms at her side, unable to piece together anything worth saying. "So shy," he muttered. "Maybe I can help you out." She shrugged her shoulders in disdain. "Why don't you tell me what you would do with this cock if you had the chance?" Melissa wanted to say that she would cut it off, but she knew that could get her in trouble. She hoped that Cathy's technique with handjobs was "quick and easy", so that she wouldn't be forced to babble for any longer than she had to. Melissa thought back to the handful of guys she had been with in her life and all the things she had heard them say in the heat of passion. Was that what he wanted? After a few seconds of thinking, she broke her silence. "I want to take your cock," she managed to get out, before turning her head in shame. "And?" he moaned, feeling Cathy's palm rubbing the sensitive head of his member. Melissa watched as Cathy worked the stranger's cock. She paid close attention to the way she alternated between pumping the shaft and teasing the tip with her palm. It seemed to bring a lot of pleasure to the stranger, who was having noticeable trouble containing himself. "I want to take that cock and put it in my mouth," she gathered the courage to say. "Then I want you to push it down my throat as far as it will go." The man raised his eyebrows at the words coming from the young girl's mouth. It was not what he had expected from someone so reserved. Cathy's hand was drying out and the friction was making it difficult for her to gracefully slide her hand. She opened her fist and spat into her palm, lubricating the stranger's cock with her own saliva. Disgusted with herself, she shook it off and continued to work. "I'll suck it hard and let you fuck my face," Melissa added, her lips rousing a thin smile. "Once you start to feel like you're going to cum, I'll pull it out and bury my face into your balls." The words were coming a little easier. The man was visibly straining to sit. Sweat was pouring from his forehead and he began bucking with each stroke of Cathy's grip. "I'll lick and suckle on your sac, until both of your balls swell to the size of grapefruits in my mouth," she continued. "You'll beg for me to let you finish, but I won't." Cathy was surprised by her friend's dirty words. The man seemed to be enjoying the details and Cathy could feel his excitement building within her grip. "I'll press myself against the side of your car and let you rip off all of my clothes. Once I'm naked, you can take your cock and bend me any which way you want. I'll touch my toes and you can fuck my tight pussy from behind with your big cock. I'll lie down on the hood and you can suck my tits while you pound your giant dick in and out of my cunt." Wildly pulsating, Cathy could feel the man's erection growing closer to an orgasm. Melissa kept searching for the words, her brain tapped into some dirty zone of her mind she barely knew existed. "I want that dick inside me," Melissa howled. "You'd ride me hard and long, slamming your cock deep into my pussy. When you're ready to cum, I'll get down on my knees and open wide. You can spew your hot cum inside my mouth or all over my face. I'll make sure I lick up every last drop and swallow whatever you can dish out." The stranger exhaled a thunderous groan and globs of cum poured from the tip of his cock. Cathy continued to pump, ignoring the sticky fluid that was oozing between her fingers. Melissa watched in awe, thankful that it was almost over. She snapped her bra back into place and hastily lowered her shirt. Once his cock was flaccid and satisfied, Cathy released her grip and rose to her feet. She immediately flipped her wrist, flinging the excess of runny liquid onto the pavement. European Vacation Ch. 01 "That was amazing girls," he said, easing back into his seat. He reached for his wallet and pulled out a blue bill with a large five in the upper right hand corner. "Where are you girls from?" "Canada," Cathy spouted, wiping her hands on the legs of her jeans. "Here's five Euros. That's like forty Canada dollars if I'm doing my math correctly," he explained, handing over the bill. Neither of the girls had studied the exchange rate, having lost all of their money before leaving the airport. Cathy snatched the bill from the stranger's hand and turned to walk away. Melissa quickly followed. European Vacation Ch. 02 Disclaimer: The following story is an entirely fictional work based on fictional characters for adult entertainment. It includes details of no real people or events. Feedback and suggestions for future chapters is greatly appreciated. * The waitress sat Melissa and Cathy at a nice table and they immediately browsed the laminated menu. The girls had walked a mile to find the nearest eatery and were grateful when they stumbled upon The Village Corner. It was a combination of an old German tavern and a full on bakery, but they didn't really care what was served so long as they could eat. "Shit!" Cathy yelled, drawing the attention of many nearby patrons. "What's the matter?" Melissa asked in a hushed voice. "Keep your voice down." "Have you looked at these prices?" Cathy said, pointing to one of the entrees. "We barely have enough money to buy an appetizer, let alone an entire meal." "So that guy in the parking lot screwed us over?" "I guess he did, because five Euros won't get us anything." "Damn," Melissa sighed, holding her face in her hands. She wanted desperately to cry in her boyfriend's arms. "Excuse me ladies," came a voice from over their shoulders. Cathy swiveled around in her seat and noticed the attractive gentleman sitting alone at the table next to them. "I'm sorry to intrude," he continued. "But I overheard a bit of your conversation and would like to help?" "What?" Cathy asked. "Why do you want to help?" "I'm all alone tonight and I would be interested in hearing your sad tale over a glass of wine." Cathy smiled at Melissa, knowing that they had just struck gold. The wine flowed freely as they talked of there troubles and turmoil over a nice diner. They learned that their host, John, was a traveling business man from the U.S. He was in his late forties and freely shared that he was married with children the girls' age. Things got a little awkward when he asked the girls how they wound up in their current situation. Unsure of how to talk about being duped by the stranger in the parking lot, Cathy and Melissa quickly changed the topic. After hours of casual talk, John looked at his watch and noted the time. "It's getting late," he said, staring at the two lovely ladies sitting across from him. "Are you staying someplace close by?" "Yes," Cathy answered, feeling a bit tipsy. "We're staying in a rat's nest about a mile from here." "A mile away?" John asked. "You two shouldn't walk that alone. Let me take you back." Cathy looked at Melissa and confirmed what she was thinking. "Sounds great!" she yelled. "Take us away!" Things were beginning to turn around for the girls. They had full stomachs, a little alcohol in their system, and were about to avoid walking the mile back to their motel. What more could they ask for? The car ride to the motel was very short and uneventful. The girls hopped into the backseat of John's rental car and within minutes they pulled into the parking lot of the dimly lit motel. Melissa and Cathy stumbled out as John turned off the vehicle. Both of the girls figured he probably wanted to say goodnight. "Can I use your phone?" he asked. "I'm not getting any service." Thinking nothing of it, the girls unlocked the room door and John followed. Melissa flipped on the light and Cathy dove straight for the bed. She plowed through the dirty comforter and wrapped the sheet around her slender body. "The phone is over there," Melissa said, pointing to the nightstand. "Are you calling your wife?" Cathy giggled from under her tower of covers. The tall man walked slowly to the bed, then sat on the edge. He picked up the receiver and dialed a long series of numbers. Melissa looked herself over in the mirror, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. "Hey sweetie," John said into the phone. "I'm doing fine. The meetings went great, but I'm absolutely exhausted." Melissa could hear Cathy cracking up underneath the blankets. "I'm hoping to be back in tomorrow, but we'll see how the negotiations go in the morning." The mountain of linen rocked back and forth and Melissa couldn't help but giggle at her friend. She jumped on top of her, shaking the mattress and drawing John's attention—he was not smiling. "I know, but the damn translator can't speed things up," he continued, signaling for the girls to hush. "The food is excellent and I've already bought some chocolate to bring back for you and the kids." Melissa did a somersault and fell off the bed, which caused Cathy to burst out in laughter. "No one," John replied. "I'm using the lobby phone because my cell isn't getting a signal." Both girls chuckled at their new friend's lie. "I'll give you a call when I'm on my way," he said, putting a finger to his lips. "I love you too. Bye baby." John hung up the phone and rose to his feet. He watched Melissa roll around on the floor, holding her head and smiling. Cathy was still hiding under the blankets, mumbling to herself. "Now which one of you girls wants to go first?" he said, unbuttoning his sleeves. "Or do I get you both at the same time?" Melissa giggled at the foot of the bed and Cathy peered out from under the covers. "What are you talking about?" Cathy asked with a smile. "You know what I'm talking about," John insinuated while removing his shirt. Melissa let out a belly laugh, keeling over with laughter. "What do you take us for?" Cathy asked, peeking over the sheet. "We're not whores." "You are tonight," he said in a hostile tone. The atmosphere of the room instantly went from being playful and silly to absolutely terrifying. Melissa glanced over the bed and watched John continue to undress. She noticed that he had a muscular build, which made him look imposing in the shadowy motel room. Melissa crawled to the other side, hiding between the bed and the wall. "Bullshit!" Cathy yelled. "We are not your whores and that's for damn sure!" John unbuckled his belt and yanked it from his pants. He waved it over his head, then struck it hard against the nightstand. The crack of his "whip" sent a shock down Cathy's spine. "You don't have a choice!" he roared. "Now take your clothes off or I'll do it for you!" Like a caged animal, Cathy lunged at John. He caught her in midair and effortlessly threw her to the floor. "That's where you need to be," he said, watching the young girl struggle as he held her down. "On your knees and willing." Without warning, Cathy bit into John's ankle and prayed that she hit deep. John let out a wail and screamed, "You stupid bitch!" as he rubbed his wound and lashed out at the fleeing girl. He was blocking the exit, so Cathy scrambled around the bed next to Melissa. She considered running into the bathroom, but remembered that there was no lock. Melissa tried to comfort her terrified friend, who was breathlessly trying to recoup from her rough encounter. The friends held each other as the sound of crashing furniture filled their ears. "I can't believe you bit me!" John roared, hurling a lamp across the room. It smashed against a mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces. "After everything I've done for you!" Melissa frantically debated what to do inside her mind. Would someone hear all the commotion and come to their rescue? Was there any way to escape? Part of her felt that she should just give in and get it all over with, but another part of her wanted to fight off John and be some kind of hero. Melissa had seen what happened with Cathy, who was balled up in her arms shaking hysterically with fear. It was a no win situation. When John had finished throwing everything that wasn't bolted down, he came around to the other side of the bed and stared at the two helpless girls on the floor. "Two beautiful ladies just lying there. What fun is that?" "Why can't you leave us alone?" Melissa hollered. "You're my plaything," he replied. "And I just want to have a little fun." Melissa desperately wanted John to leave and get out of their lives forever. She chose her next words carefully, fraught with the idea that John could easily rape and murder them both if he really wanted to. "Please listen," she began, hoping she could get through to John's dark grimace. "We are really thankful for dinner and the ride, but we can't have sex with you." "Oh really?" he responded. "So I'm going to be real nice to you and you're not going to be nice to me?" "It was a kind gesture," Melissa said, her body trembling. "But we're not whores and this is just too much." The expression on John's face changed and Melissa could tell that he was considering what she said. "I'll tell you what," he replied with a smile. "I'm not leaving here without my cock being drained. Now I understand that neither of your hot little Canadian asses wants to fuck me, but I think we can negotiate." A perplexed and shivering Melissa continued to listen. "If the two of you do exactly what I say, I won't push to get inside your tight pussies and we can both leave here happy." Melissa weighed her options. She knew that John would make her and Cathy do something incredibly demeaning, but at least he promised not to fuck them. "What do you want us to do?" Melissa asked with uncertainty. "I want both of you naked and kneeling," he demanded. Melissa looked down at Cathy and leaned into her ear. "What do you think?" she whispered. Cathy closed her eyes for a moment then answered through grinding teeth, "Let's get it over with." "Are you sure," Melissa asked, a bit put off by her friend's fast response. She was really hoping Cathy would have said no. "He's dangerous and I want to get home alive," Cathy said as she rose up and extended her arm to help Melissa up. "It's good to know you've both come to your senses," John said, tugging his pants and boxers down his muscular legs. His cock sprung free and teetered as the girls gawked in awe. John's manhood was rather large and thick, already fully erect and pointing straight in the lovely ladies' direction. "Don't wait around forever," he yelled while handling his own meat. Nervously, the girls began to undress. Cathy's semi-sheer blouse came off first and was thrown across the room. Melissa still struggled with the idea of stripping in front of the burly business man, but she pushed her feelings aside and pulled her shirt over her head. Next came Cathy's lacey red bra, which she snapped apart and quickly dropped to the floor. Her large breasts swayed back and forth as John licked his chops with a hungry look in his eyes. Melissa unhooked her bra and let if fall off her shoulders. John kept his eyes planted on the two sets of rigid nipples that now beamed in his direction. He had imagined what the girls were hiding under their clothes since the moment he spotted their pouting faces in the restaurant. Fretfully playing with himself, John watched Cathy ease her pants along her well tanned legs; she was almost his. In a subtle motion Cathy lowered her red see-through panties, exposing a small tuft of brown hair above her hidden slit. Totally confident with her body, yet frustrated with her situation, Cathy stood motionless as John's meticulous eyes absorbed every ounce of the girl's nude body. "Look at that," John said on a downward stroke. "The things I want to do to you." Cathy rolled her eyes at the demeaning comment, trying not to look at the muscular man's swelling cock. It didn't turn her on, but it was difficult to look at anything else in the room. Melissa knew it was her turn and unclasped the button on her jeans. She braced herself against the wall and awkwardly yanked off her pants. "What do we have here?" John asked with a grin. "Is that a thong?" Melissa kept silent. "Why don't you bend over that nightstand and let me get a good look at you?" Shaking in fear, Melissa glanced at Cathy who was biting her lower lip. It didn't take a psychic to read what Cathy was thinking—hurry up and do it. Melissa leaned onto the nightstand and rested her palms on the dusty wood. Her ass stood prominently in the air, the thin strip of purple material leaving little to the imagination. It was embarrassing and Melissa could feel her face go flush. "Damn you've got a nice ass," hollered John. "I want you to stay just like that, but get that thong off. I want to see everything." Melissa wanted to run away in fear, but reminded herself that the quicker she followed John's orders, the quicker they could get out. Cathy watched as Melissa reached around her thighs and grasped the elastic band of her purple thong. She kept her ass high up, guiding the petite garment over her round curves. Inching it down her hips, she let it gracefully fall to her feet. "You just stay like that for right now," John commanded as he gazed at the young girl's bare ass. Melissa knew that his eyes were in pursuit of the tiny bit of pink hiding between her thighs, but she remained obedient and bent over the nightstand. "Now for you," John said, closing the distance between himself and Cathy. "Get on the bed and start sucking" he commanded, grabbing the brazen young girl by the wrist. Cathy crawled onto the bed, turning around to view her captor's cock swaying inches from her face. Melissa continued to prop herself up against the nightstand, the flesh of her ass within arms length of John's muscular physique. "You are a fucking bastard!" Cathy yelled, hastily seizing John's cock into her delicate hand. She opened wide and drew his member between her shiny glossed lips. "I may be a bastard, but I'm a lucky bastard," he moaned as his large cock entered Cathy's waiting mouth. Easing John's erection down her gullet, Cathy relaxed her throat muscles until the entirety of the brash man's shaft had slid across the length of her slippery tongue. Many men had felt the pleasures of Cathy's mouth, but none had ever taken her under such circumstance. It was demeaning having to listen to John moan as each inch of his dick filled her mouth with the taste of sweat and hard flesh. "How is it?" John scornfully asked. His hands were entangled in the brown locks of Cathy's hair, massaging her skull as she pumped his manhood with her wet mouth. She managed a muffled "fuck you" while meticulously maneuvering her lips to the very tip of his cockhead. She wasn't purposely trying to please John, but she could tell by his quivering thighs that he was enjoying her performance. Melissa watched intently, unsure of how to act or what to do. John had told her to just kneel over the nightstand, but she felt bad for what her was friend was going through. He had glanced in her direction a few times, staring holes in her nude body and smirking as he drove his cock further down Cathy's throat. Melissa noticed that Cathy had purposely gripped the base of John's cock, ensuring that he didn't attempt to make her deep throat it. From Melissa's point of view, it looked as though Cathy was jerking him off while taking in as much cock as her mouth could muster. She figured that this is what John was thinking inside his perverted mind as he guided Cathy's head up and down his shaft. "Your friend really knows how to suck some cock, but I need more from you," said John, now rubbing his hands over Cathy's mascara stained cheeks. "I think it's your turn." A wave of uncertainty ran across Melissa's body as she knelt down on the bed next to Cathy. She could feel Cathy's warm skin graze her own as she reached for John's swollen member. Cathy released her grip and Melissa immediately took her friend's place, clutching the veiny member that was now drenched in spit. Uninterrupted by the change of hands, Cathy continued to obediently suck. With both girl's now working his shaft, John reached out and attempted to grope Melissa's creamy white breasts. Her tiny pink nipples were stiff from the cold air of the room and John couldn't help wanting to feel her fleshy mounds in the palm of his hands. Instinctively, Melissa pulled away to avoid the man's touch. "What are you doing?" John asked with a hint of sarcasm reflected in his tone. Melissa quickly became upset that John wanted to touch her body. Why couldn't they just finish him and be done? Melissa had no feelings for this man and she didn't want her body to inherently show it. With Cathy being ultra submissive, she guessed that John believed he could manhandle her and do as he pleased. John thoughtlessly yanked Cathy's hair and wrenched his cock from her mouth. A string of saliva mixed with a bit of precum trickled down her chin as she looked at her captor with disdain. Cathy feared that Melissa's rejection of his advances was going to get them into a hell of a lot of trouble. "You are being an ungrateful bitch," John yelled, roughly gripping Melissa's shoulders. He threw her against the bed, the weight of his body restricting her from putting up any kind of offense. "If you won't let me touch those tits, I guess I'll have to fuck them." Cursing inside, Melissa closed her eyes and tried to picture herself somewhere else. She didn't want to play this ridiculous game, nor did she really care that she and Cathy had brought this upon themselves. Melissa tried to fill her mind with memories of her boyfriend to drown out everything going on in the motel room. She remembered their first date at the little coffee shop across the street from her dorm. He had been admiring her artwork and asked her out for a cup. She thought he was shy and timid, but by the fourth date she could tell he was quite the opposite. They had returned to his apartment that evening and a feral animal was unleashed. She remembered the passion of each kiss, the slow undressing of each garment, and the eventual love making that drove her wild. The memory was so fresh and just the thought of it caused a tingling below. However, the memories began to fade with feelings of guilt. What would Jack think if he knew what she had done? Would he understand that there was no other choice? Would he be forgiving? John mounted Melissa's tight abdomen, his balls nestled against her sapphire navel ring. The head of his cock made an audible "plop" as it slapped her firm skin. He held her arms down, making it impossible for her to put up a fight. Melissa considered screaming, but with John pressed against her stomach she was afraid he would leave her gasping for air. "This is much better," John wickedly smiled. "Fucking your tits will be a lot more fun than just having you suck me dry." Melissa turned her head in shame, but John immediately yanked her back. "You're going to want to watch this," he said with a grin. "The only problem is that your beautiful tits aren't slick enough to fuck at the moment. How can we fix that?" John turned to Cathy who was trying to cover up. She cocked her eyebrow as his eyes panned over her body and met the soulless gaze staring back at him. "What do you think you're doing?" he grimaced, yanking the sheet off the hiding girl. "We can't have you covering up that body." "Get it over with," Cathy muttered. "I want this to be over." "That's fine," replied John. "If you want to speed things up, then come get these tits nice and wet for me." "And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" Before the words had even left her mouth, John spat between Melissa's breasts. Melissa was appalled and cringed below John's weight. "Licking them would be the easiest way," John explained, rubbing his own saliva into Melissa's chest. Cathy came closer to Melissa and leaned forward. "It will be over soon," Cathy whispered, lowering her head onto Melissa's swollen breasts. Cathy gently licked the space between her friend's breasts, ignoring the fact that it tasted of sweat and spit. She led her tongue to the base of Melissa's right breast, and then slowly slithered back to the left. The wetness from her tongue gave the gap between Melissa's breasts a glossy shine. European Vacation Ch. 02 "That's a good girl," said John, working himself to the sight. "Let's give it a go." Pushing Cathy out of the way, John dug his fingers into Melissa's well lubricated mounds. He slid his cock between his victim's warm breasts and drove his cock forward until it tapped against the bottom of her chin. Melissa could feel John's hands tearing at her flesh, squeezing his cock tightly with her breasts. In a demented way, she was somewhat glad he had made Cathy lick her breasts. The friction of John's cock passing between her cleavage would have been unbearable. "Keep your eyes on me!" yelled John. Melissa had only looked away for a moment to check on Cathy. She found her friend stooped at the end of the bed, watching John have his way with her. "You like watching your friend?" John asked Cathy as his cock slipped from Melissa's breasts and onto her face. Melissa could now smell the sweat and musk of his sex. "Answer me?" John returned his cock to its warm home and squeezed Melissa even harder. He purposely placed his thumbs over her erect nipples, knowing that she had no control over their erect state. "I think you're just upset that it's not you with a big dick between your tits," John laughed. Cathy remained silent. John's face grew red and Melissa could feel his cock begin to pulsate. The head of his cock was swollen and she kept her eyes locked on the tip, anticipating that it would soon explode all over her naked body. She anxiously waited, hoping he would be satisfied and that it would all be over. She knew he would probably cum all over her and that it would be humiliating, but that would be it—she and Cathy would be finished and could sleep the rest of the night. Tomorrow they would have money wired over and hop a flight home. Home. Melissa prayed for it. "On your knees my whores!" John demanded as he pressed his thumb tightly against the tip of his cock. When Melissa didn't respond, he grabbed her forearm with his free hand and tossed her off the bed. "You too!" he motioned to Cathy. "Hurry up!" Both girls knelt uncomfortably, awaiting the humiliation John was about to bestow upon them. He jerked his member inches from their faces, staring holes into their tear stained eyes. "Oh God!" he roared, yanking his shaft forward and causing an eruption of cum to spew forward. It splashed onto both women-- the white liquid oozing down their cheeks. Cathy tried to be still, wanting badly to wipe it off. Melissa flinched and could feel a small bit of John's seed on the curve of her lip. Not wanting to taste, she quickly brushed it away. John continued to work himself, purposely aiming at Cathy's large tits. A second load shot onto her silky flesh, seeping between breasts. Cathy sighed, annoyed that she was now drenched in cum. When John had exhausted himself, he stepped back and took a good look at the two young ladies kneeling before him. "Now that's a beautiful sight. I wouldn't mind..." John was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Who is it?" he asked, still staring at his handiwork. "It's the manager," said a voice from outside. "What do you want?" John asked. "The people in the room next door complained that they heard a lot of noise," answered the clerk. "Sounded like people breaking stuff. Is there a problem?" "Fuck off," John yelled. Melissa was amazed at how quickly John had changed--he had transformed from a gentleman into a complete animal in only a few hours. She guessed everything in the restaurant had been nothing more than an act. "I'm sorry sir, but I am going to have to enter the room," replied the clerk over the sound of jingling keys. "If you come in here, I'll kill you!" threatened John. The lock clicked and the door swung open. "Well what do we have here?" the clerk asked. Cathy ran into the bedroom and Melissa dashed for the bed to cover herself with the sheet. "Get the fuck out of here," commanded John. He rushed at the meager clerk, who quickly reacted with a side-step. The clerk pulled a pistol from the back of his jeans and aimed it straight at John's naked body. "You have five seconds to get out of my motel or I will blow your fucking brains out," said the shaking clerk. "I'm not kidding." John hesitated for a moment, a little stunned that a gun was pointed directly at him. He reached for his pants and the clerk followed his every move. Jumping into his trousers, John rushed out the door and sped off. Incredibly frightened, Melissa sat on the bed with a sheet draped over her body. Her face was covered with drying cum and she was uncertain of what to do next. The clerk looked her over, scratching his head with the pistol. He turned away for a moment and rotated the latch on the door to the locked position.