Late one Saturday evening in January as I was lounging naked on the bed watching TV, I heard a knock at my motel room door.

I threw on a pair of sweat pants as I walked over and looked through the peephole. Standing at my door were a pair of extremely attractive brunettes. Since I thought I recognized the Hispanic woman I opened the door to see what they wanted. Apparently their car had broken down and they were in need of soft placeistance.

I was mistaken about knowing the one girl, but ignored my better judgment and invited them in to use the phone to call for help. After making her call, the Hispanic girl introduced herself as Michelle and asked, "So, how do you know Angela?" She tilted her head in the direction of her white friend. "I don't know Angela," I replied. "I'm so embarrassed! Angela you said you knew him.

" "You'd have been more embarrassed if I had answered the door before I put my pants on." "That would have been all right," Angela quickly interjected. As she motioned to Angela, Michelle said "We need to get back to the car. Thanks for letting me use the phone." "No problem. Good luck." I figured this was the last I would see of them and returned to bed. At 1:30 I was awakened by another knock at the door. Michelle and Angela had returned. I left the security catch on the door as I opened it a bit to ask what they wanted. Angela leaned towards the door and said they needed to use the phone again. "Just a minute. Let me get some clothes on.

" "Don't worry about that. It's cold out here," Angela responded. "Okay! If you don't care, I don't care." I opened the door and let them in again. About three steps in Michelle noticed my lack of clothing. "Oh my God! He's naked" "Yes. I know," Angela said with a slight grin on her face.

Michelle made her call as Angela excused herself to the bathroom.

Upon returning she noticed the piercing at the base of my shaft. "Wow!" she exclaimed as she reached to touch it. Her fondling was cut short when Michelle finished her call and once again insisted that they return to the car. Disappointed again, I returned to bed. Over the course of the following week Angela made several appearances - each time seeking money, drugs, or alcohol. The following Saturday Michelle showed up around noon. I figured she was looking for the same thing as Angela, but invited her in anyway. We talked for awhile.

I steered the conversation towards sex. "Oh, I haven't had sex for about six months," Michelle said. "Well, we can fix that!" No response came from Michelle. Perhaps I had misread the situation. "I'm a little tired. Do you mind if I lie down?" Michelle asked. "Not at all.

Make yourself comfortable." Michelle stretched out face down across the bed. "Oh," she groaned. "My back is so sore. Could you massage it?" I sat on the side of the bed and began rubbing her back. "This isn't a come-on, but massages are better if you don't have clothes in the way." Again I received no response, but continued my massage.

"Would you make love to me?" she whispered. I bent over and tenderly kissed her. She sat up and straddled my lap as our kisses grew more intense.

Our tongues danced circles around one another as I raised her bright red T-shirt over her head. Soon her lacy white bra joined it on the floor. Her caramel skin was smooth to the touch. Her full breasts seemed to reach out for my caresses. As I stood up she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and pushed her tongue deeply into my mouth. I gently lay her on the bed. Our kisses grew even more passionate. My hand found the button to her jeans. "I'm a bit shy," she said and headed for the bathroom. "I'll be right back." Michelle returned as promised. Her long nearly black hair flowed in cascades over her shoulders and brushed gently over her firm natural breasts. The rich brown of her skin stood in stark contrast to the white towel she wore around her waist. "Dear God, please don't let there be a thingy under there," I thought. Michelle climbed back into bed and pulled the sheets over her before removing the towel and dropping it to the floor. Again we kissed as she guided my hand beneath the covers.

My fingers slid over her flat stomach and brushed past short downy hair on their way to the soft wet folds between her legs. "Hmmm," she moaned as I parted her lips and gently caressed her swelling personal place. She reached beneath the covers and began playing with the rings in my piercing-her palm teasing my rapidly stiffening shaft. Her teasing soon turned to full strokes.

Michelle kissed me deeply as she pulled me to her and guided my length into her hot, wet cunt. The heat of our passion grew as each stroke drove me deeper into her. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her so that we were sitting with her legs around my waist.

Again and again I lifted and then lowered her on my long, hard shaft. Her muscles clenched as a wave of orgasm flowed over her. Breathless, Michelle raised herself from me and turned over onto her hands and knees. "Please do me from behind," she gasped. Happy to fulfill her every request, I once again slid into the heavenly warmth of her softness. With each stroke the rings at the base of my shaft hit her personal place with a clank. Soon I felt her legs begin to tremble as she neared another climax. She dropped to her elbows and began pushing back each time I pushed into her. "Ohhh," she moaned before collapsing onto the bed.

As I kissed her she rolled onto her back.

I kissed my way down her beautiful body. I teased her personal place with my tongue before gently sucking it between my lips. Michelle moaned softly as I tasted the sweet flavors of our lovemaking. She pulled my head back towards hers and again we kissed as she invited me back inside. "I'm cumming again," she sighed as a final wave swept over her.

"Now it's your turn." With that she grabbed my soft place and began forcefully pulling me into her. I felt the tension rise until it was almost painful, then suddenly the most glorious release. I fell onto the bed next to her. We lay there for a long time in each other's arms. As we dressed I turned to her and smiled. "Be honest. This is why you came here, isn't it?" "Oh, yes," Michelle replied. "I've been thinking about this ever since I saw you naked." "Was it the size or the piercing?" "Both!" she said, smiling.