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It was more like an old-fashion B&B rather than an Airbnb or a VRBO and the woman who ran it was close to my grandmother's age; about sixty-five.

I worked for a company with offices all over the New York metro area; from Suffolk County to Westchester.

My name is Seth Matland and after graduation from college, I went to work for this company in their office near my parents' home on Long Island. Occasionally, I had to go into Manhattan; I always took the train. The Long Island Expressway was a nightmare.

I was twenty-two-years-old and whenever there was work to be done that required travel into and around the city, I got chosen. It was like hazing or earning my stripes. No one wanted to deal with the trains, subways or buses.

It happened shortly before Thanksgiving. Someone needed to go to White Plains and because of the travel time, the company recommended that I stay in White Plains overnight.

The office secretary tried to book me in to a Holiday Inn or something similar, but everything was full. "Sorry Seth, the best I could do was Mrs. Hutman's B&B. It's just one night. I don't think it'll be too bad. The reviews are pretty good. Besides, you can walk from the train station, and it's right around the corner from the office."

It wasn't too bad. Mrs. Hutman was pleasant. The room was clean and she had an "honor bar" in her Victorian-style living room. My room was one of two on the first floor; on the second floor there were three rooms, one of which was a huge suite. The third floor was Mrs. Hutman's private quarters.

It was shortly after check-in that I met the other two guests for a "Happy Hour" drink. They worked for a nation-wide law firm and were in White Plains for a meeting. The woman, MaryLynn, was a short round woman, a not very attractive over-weight woman who had the suite on the second floor; right above my room. The guy, Tom, was tall and thin. Both were in their forties. We didn't have much in common.

After one drink, I said good-night, went to my room to prepare for the meetings tomorrow. I kinda' dozed off. What woke me up was the noise from above.

In the old house, the heating grates on each side of the house were connected. I couldn't hear everything from MaryLynn's room, but enough. Her bed was squeaking, and I could hear it moving on the hardwood floors.

Like I said, it wasn't loud, but if I stood close to the heating grate, which I did. "Oooooooohm yeah, Tom, your cock, oooh your cock. Fuck me, fuck me just like that. Give it to me, baby, give it to me. Your cock, oh your cock."

This continued with MaryLynn getting louder and the bed banging against the wall. "Yes, oh yes, I'd love to suck it, just not now."

Fat MaryLynn was rocking the bed, bouncing that big ass up and down. Tom must have been getting the fucking of his life.

I tried to get some sleep. It was impossible and it got me thinking about my last year in college and Samantha Westover. Words that MaryLynn upstairs were using were almost the same as Sammie used when we were fucking. "Oooooooohm yeah, Seth, your cock, oooh your cock. Fuck me, fuck me just like that. Give it to me, baby, give it to me. Your cock, oh your cock."

It was Sammie who encouraged me to eat her pussy. "Seth, after the way you eat me, my mouth can't wait to feel your big cock." I didn't know if Sammie was a good cocksucker or a good fuck. I'd only fucked a few other girls while in high school and college.

I will say this about Samantha. It was like her pussy always had an itch, and my cock slamming in and out of it was the only way to cure that itch. Ironically, and to my great pleasure, her mouth seemed to

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