Part 1
It was springtime in the town of Rockford, and the day had just started when he stepped off the train. He had come from far; nobody knew where he came from, but he was not like us. He seemed to have this aura around him. He knew it all—not in an arrogant way, however. He was a unique individual, to say the least.
Rockford was a quiet town where everyone knew everyone, so you can imagine a stranger coming into town making its rounds quickly through the typical gossip channels. The place was a stir. Everybody was wondering who this mystery person was. His name was Ken Stovers, and the town was about to change forever.
Ken walked through the main street, only a few people in the street looking on towards him. Then someone stepped in front of him. He looked up, realizing that his way was blocked. It was a police officer. He stopped.
“Can I help you? “he politely asks.
“Yes, who are you, and what are you doing in my town?” The officer demands.
She stood shorter than him, but he could tell she meant business. Gun on her hip and a shiny badge that read N. HART. Her uniform was that typical brown you see sheriffs in, although it definitely fit her much nicer, thought Ken.
“I’m here to do some research in a quiet place and write my book somewhere outside of the city, he said as he looked around.
“I can understand that, but who are you? “she asks sternly.
Something about her seemed to interest Ken. With her long, black, straight hair, she was gifted enough up top to supply a town full of hungry babies, but she was fit enough to run a marathon. She was definitely a force to be reckoned with.
“I am Ken, and I’m ab aspiring writer here doing some research. I heard about this small town, and an interesting article came up, so I ventured here.” He said it plainly.
She looked at him for a moment, trying to decide if his story checked out. She relaxes a bit.
“I’m Officer Hart. Welcome to Rockford. Lodging is just around the corner, 2 blocks away. ” She points to a direction somewhere behind her. “I hope you enjoy your stay.
She turns and leaves. Ken stared blankly at her from behind. Shaking it off, he makes his way to the hotel without any more hiccups.
It’s a small place wedged between a pub and a smoke shop, but towered over them by a couple of storeys. He approached the door and opened it. A little bell jingles overhead.
“Be right there, “said a small voice from the back.
Ken waited for a moment, then a cute girl popped out from behind a shelf. Her beauty took Ken off guard. Her hair is as red as fire, and her body has curves the Nile would be jealous of.
“Oh, hello, she says. “I’m Molly; I own this little motel. And I’m guessing you’re our mystery guest in town.”
His eyebrows raise. Was his presence already that impactful to this little community? He was okay with it, but he was just hoping not to have the same drama he had back in the city. Ken introduces himself. He steps closer and examines the place a little better now. It’s clean and very elegantly set up with furniture from the turn of the century.
“I’m here looking for a place to stay for a bit.” He takes out his wallet. “I can pay for the week in advance now.” He takes out a wad of cash.”
She looks at him, thinking, “I’ve never seen that much money before,” as he starts pulling bills out.
“Here you go, Ken says as he hands her the money.
Their hands touched for a brief moment. Hers is soft and tender. His hands were rougher but still gentle to touch. Molly blushes. She had never felt like this about a customer before. Ken was tall, handsome, had a great jawline, and had a bit of a scruff for a beard. He was much taller than her. She wondered if she could take a better look later. She thought that he might be the hottest man she had ever laid eyes on.
“Let me show you to your room, she says as she turns around, still blushing. ” We have a top-floor room with a full kitchen and bathroom with one king bed.
They get up the flight of stairs. Ken notices that she has a very sensual walk and is wondering if perhaps she might be teasing him a bit. She turns back and looks at him, this time with a look in her eye. She continues on. He feels a twitch in his pants. She excites him. She seemed to be moving, as if beckoning him to her lair.
They finally get to a door. It’s an old wooden door with a brass number 12 on it. She takes out an old-looking key and unlocks the door. It opens up to a wonderful little room with decorative paintings and statues all around. Of course, there is also a flat-screen TV. He also catches a glimpse of what looks like an old record player.
Ken enters the doorway and puts his bags down. He hears the door click closed behind him. He spins around and sees Molly, biting her lips ever so gently. She’s pulling on her shirt, slightly showing off more of her cleavage now. They truly were wonderful breasts. They were beautiful.
“You know, Mr. Stovers, you’re the hottest guys I’ve ever met. She starts to lean in closer, putting her hands on his perfectly sculpted chest. She looks up lustfully. “Would you be interested in a girl like me? she asks softly.
He feels the bulge in his pants start to grow. Ken grabs her by the hips and brings her closer. Their bodies are now touching, and they start kissing deeply. He now feels her massive tits against him. They’re big and soft. He can feel her nipples getting harder as he continues to kiss her. They’re poking their way through her shirt. He plays with them, pinching them and flicking them ever so slightly.
His cock is growing in his pants, and they are just barely able to handle the length. Her hands were running all over his body. His hands touched and felt hers. Now his hands move towards her ass, and hers down towards his pants line. She feels it. It’s throbbing. His cock wants to be set free. She grips her ass so tightly that she can feel her pussy lips open and drip her juices. She stops him.
“Let me please you, she says, getting down on her knees.
Molly unbuckles his belt, fumbles for a moment, but gets the pants open. She pulls them down. She takes in the outline of his cock through his boxers. It was big. Far bigger than she’d ever seen. But mind you, it had always been with a couple of the local boys, and they had nothing like this. The shorts were barely able to hold it in for how big it was.
She looks up at him and asks,May I? timidly, with her tongue hanging out.
He stands up taller now, stretching his cock even further than it already was. “Yes, Ken responds, please me.”
She pulls off the boxers, revealing what he had been hiding. It was something else. It had so many veins. Some big and some small. The head was huge. Molly hesitated, not knowing where to begin. She runs her hands down his chest, feeling all the abs and muscles between his chest and his cock.
She then grabbed it by the base. It was warm and solid. She gently placed her lips on the tip. He closes his eyes. She loops her tongue around the head. It tastes like manliness. She licks the spot under his head where the vein from the shaft connects.
Molly starts stroking the shaft now while continuing to lick the head. Running her tongue up and down the veiny beast to the balls. They were nicely shaven. He groomed himself well, she thought. She started to take more into her mouth. She tried to do more of the tongue work, but then realized she was limited to space all of a sudden due to his cock occupying her mouth.
She then placed his balls in her mouth fully while intensifying the stroking she was already doing. They were soft, and they filled her mouth. She can feel his cock twitching as she sucked them harder. It was hard for her to jack him off and suck his balls.
She starts sucking him again, now with both hands running up and down his massive dick. She spits on it. Ken looks at her with intensity. She dives into it again. Still, both hands were aggressively jerking him off.
“That feels good, “he says, grinning with pleasure.
She wants to take him all in but doesn’t know if she can. She looks up at him. She stares him in the eyes and plunges herself even deeper into his cock. Up and down, she sucked on his member while massaging his hairless balls. She gets it to the back of her throat. She almost chokes.
Ken grabs her by the side of her head and starts to thrust into her skull. Not holding back any of his length, he drives it deep and hard into her face. He skull-fucks her good. Her eyes are tearing, and she’s barely able to get any air in. She keeps taking the abuse. He pulls out his cock to let her breathe for a second. Saliva from her mouth is still connected to it. He gets down and kisses her passionately.
His kiss is experienced and has technique, Molly thought. He puts his hands around her neck and squeezes ever so slightly. She feels herself get wetter. He looks at her while doing this. Then let’s go.
He gets back up again and continues to ram his cock deep in her throat. He’s rough yet gentle, occasionally giving her an air break. He pulls it out and places it on her face. It’s as big as her face. He shoves it back in and continues using her face. When finally, he’s ready.
“Oh fuck, I’m about to cum, he exclaims.
He holds her head down and shoots his seed into her mouth and throat. She swallows what she can but keeps it in her mouth. Ken spurts a few more shots of cum, and Molly is sure to swallow it all. She continues to suck on his cock afterwards. It tastes sweet, she thinks. He probably eats well.
He lies down on the bed, thinking, “I can’t believe this just happened.” and then all of a sudden Molly gets up and goes to the door. She looks back at him. He continues to see the lust in her eyes. He didn’t feel done with her yet. But he was sure he would be seeing her again.
“Thanks, “she says, “that was really good, with a smile on her face and some cum dribbling down her chin.
She opens the door, stops, then turns back again. She lifts her top, showing off her melons. They were big, but not saggy. She had perfect nipples, and he could tell they were still hard from the excitement. She rubs them a little bit and then pulls her top back down.
“I’m glad I can be of service,” she says as she finally steps out of the room.
That was a hell of a welcome. He was used to random action, but this felt different. His mind began to swirl. He felt the arms of heaven take him as he fell asleep. His dreams are vivid with busty police officers and shy motel girls.
