Hall of Infinite Doors

You tell the driver, Ed, to find you a secluded spot. He nods in the mirror and smiles before putting the window up.

On the drive you softly kiss and caress her soft face and foldle her breasts lightly. She readily enjoys your hands moving up and down her sides.

The limo parks not far away on a hill overlooking a grassy park. Ed rolls the dividing window down slightly and asks if this will be fine. You tell him that it will and promptly pop open the waiting bottle of champange. Nikky glides down off the seat until her head is between your legs. You pour some champange in her open mouth as she laughs. When she opens her mouth again you pour a second portion down her cleavage. She laughs and shoves your chest, allowing you to drip champange through her blonde hair.

Then she unzips your pants and gives you one of the most satisfying pleasure jobs you've ever received. In between gasps of air you pour more of the wonderous champange into her body, much to her gigglish delight.

Then she rises, sits on your lap and kisses you. "I guess I better tip our driver," she whispers.

Then, before you can object, she slips out the door of the limo and around to the front.

You tap on the dividing glass. Ed rolls down the window.

"What do I owe ya?" you ask. He gives you a price and you grab Nikky's purse.

Just then, she opens the passenger door to the limo and crawls head first onto the driver's seat, flashing her assets as she goes. After she reaches back and closes the door she places her head on Ed's lap. His heaving belly rests on the side of her head.

Ed looks up at you in shock. You nod and raise your eyebrows. Nikky then proceeds to give the same treatment to you that she just gave to Ed. It looks somewhat painful, as he has her pressed up against the steering wheel. Meanwhile, while she isn't looking, you dig through her purse to find some cash and hand it to him, making sure to level a hundred dollar tip. Then, just as he seems to be overwhelmed with pleasure, Ed pulls out and thrusts two mamouth shots between her breasts.

Thus satisfied she returns to the passenger compartment of the car. You hold her awkwardly all the way home as she falls asleep in your arms.

When you arrive at her dorm you walk your tired friend up to her room. Her roommate answers the door and helps you lay her into bed. You almost want to wake her for more satisfaction.

"I can't believe she fell asleep on you. How tacky," exclaims her roommate. "If I did that to my boyfriend, he would dump me." You look at her roommate. Short. Long dark hair. Nice rack. She looks a little like a hippie type.

"I know," you reply, "but we're not even going out. It wouldn't be right to wake her from her sleep. Still, ouch," you say, refering to the spot between your legs.

"If you want, I'd help you with that," replies her roommate. "Guys always complain about how bad blue balls can be, and it looks like you have it bad."