“Are you here for…” Cassie began and then suddenly she stopped. I realized what she was asking and she did not want to get asked any follow-up questions if I was not.
“The ConPharmaMax convention?” I finished for her and she nodded slowly, “I am.” I replied. And she brightened a bit.
“A patient?” Brittany asked, her voice small and shy.
“Yes,” I said and I knew I was blushing.
“Us too,” Cassie said. And I was a bit surprised. I knew that the cancer that the drug in question combated had a genetic component (I mean the Otis twins both had it), but for some reason I had seen Cassie and Brittany and instantly assumed I was looking at a situation like I’d just managed to avoid: Mom taking care of daughter with medical condition. It was odd that both of them were here for the same reason.
“Well, hopefully we will get some answers,” I said awkwardly. It was strange to know that we were three women standing in a hotel hallway, with dicks between our legs. They seemed to sense this too.
“Well,” Cassie said, starting to inch into her room, “The first seminar is at 3:15, so we better get settled,” she said. Brittany sort of gave me one last look and then slipped into the room after her mother. I let out a sigh, it was going to be an awkward three days, and then I walked into my room.
I was a little disappointed, to be honest with the room. The pharmaceutical company told me that I’d have a suite. I’d assumed that meant, you know, like a hotel suite. But it was just a normal room. A bathroom immediately on walking in to the left, a queen sized bed, a desk, a chair, and a flat screen television on the wall. It was nice, but nothing special. I noticed that on the wall that separated my room from Cassie and Brittany that there were two doors. I opened one and found a tiny closet with a safe inside of it. I opened the other door and found another door. Apparently, I had a room that adjoined Cassie and Brittany’s roof. Hardly a suite. But I got over it. Because it was kind of like really nice college dorm room and I had a chance to think about what college would be like the next year. Assuming everything got fixed.
Finally, I threw my bag onto the desk and flopped down onto the bed. I thought back to my ride on the plane. I thought about the flight attendant who’d helped me put my bag in the overhead compartment. The way her perfume smelled when she leaned over to help, the way her calves looked poking out of her long skirt, and the way she’d smiled at me and tossed her hair. I thought about the girl I’d seen in line down at the register, I thought about Cassie and her daughter. My nipples were getting hard, pressing against my t-shirt. I could feel my cheeks getting warm. I was so horny.
I’d learned something in my six weeks with a cock. The only way, the absolute only way, that I could stand to be out in public with this unbelievable urges, was if I took a couple of times a day to… take care of myself. I was embarrassed about it at first, I didn’t like that I did it. But it was either that or be completely unable to control myself around pretty girls. That’s what had happened with the twins and me. It’s what happened with Dr. Marta. So I did what I had to do. And if it felt good, what was the harm?
That day, I’d been up since 4 a. m. had I hadn’t had a chance to ensure that I’d be alright to be around others. And now, in the privacy of my hotel room, I needed it. Bad. I could feel my little cock straining against the tape. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, throwing them onto the floor. I lifted my t-shirt up over my head and unhooked my bra. In a moment, I was only wearing my panties. I slipped those down as well. I looked down at my crotch. When taped, I almost looked normal (except for the thick red stripe of tape that is). Smooth and perfect like I’d been before. But I grabbed onto the tape and I knew from experience that it was best to go quick. I tore the tape like a band and yelped a bit. Well, at least it was keeping me nice and hairless.
I looked down and watched as blood rapidly flowed into my little white cock. I had to admit, I was so horny now that I was happy to see my penis. It meant that I was going to get relief soon. And with the sexy thoughts that were running through my mind, in a matter of seconds, I was hard. I lay down flat on my hotel room bed and let the cool covers kiss my skin. I reached my hands up to my breasts, squeezing them lightly, pinching my own nipples. They became harder and more sensitive. And my cock ached a bit, I liked to tease it a bit, it made cumming so much better.
Next I craned my neck and grabbed one of my breasts with both hands. I don’t have really big breasts, but they are big enough. I bent forward and stuck out my tongue. I felt the hot warmth of my tongue against my nipple, and then swirled my tongue around, lavishing more sensation onto it. I was whimpering now, and my hips couldn’t keep still. My legs felt weak, like every ounce of energy was tied up in my cock, trying desperately to get a release.
I couldn’t keep my cock waiting any longer. I kept one hand on my breast, keeping my nipple pressed as close to my lips as it would allow. My other hands slinked down my body. It was warm and I liked the way it felt when it rolled over my breast, down my ribs, over my belly, and against my cock. My whole body felt electric when my hand touched my dick. It sort of shook a little, like it would explode. But I kept my hand moving. In a moment, my fingers were grasping my balls. They felt hot, full, and soft. I played with them, gently rubbing my hands over them and enjoying the way it somehow made my nipples feel.
But my cock was so… insistent. It needed me. My fingers slid up over my scrotum and I felt my long fingernails play against my shaft. I moaned loudly, squeezing my breast as I did so. I admit it, I loved the way my cock felt in my hand. The skin was so smooth and soft, but it was so hard inside. Like a hot piece of metal wrapped in silk. I gently moved my fingers over my cock, swirling my palm around on the tip. I was breathing heavy now. I stopped licking my nipple and just sort of drooled on it.
I wrapped my hand around my cock now, and it felt alive in my hand. Only a little bit of my cock poked out of my palm and it looked sort of cute and girly in my hand. I started to stroke it, slowly at first. I just enjoyed the way it felt to have all of the gentle ridges and valleys in between my fingers slide up and down on my cock. I started to move my hand faster. I was moaning constantly now, and writhing around on the bed. My hand pumped up and down, slipping over the tip of my cock and pounding down hard into my scrotum.
It didn’t take very long. I needed it so badly. I could feel it starting to build, peel the pressure in my testicles. I didn’t even have the ability to think anymore, I was just acting. I dropped my breast and then rolled backwards on the bed. I flipped back so that my head was against the bed, my feet were past my head on the bed, my ass was straight up in the air, and my cock was looking at me right in the face. And I kept stroking my cock the whole time.
I rolled just in the nick of time. I heard myself moan loudly. And then my entire body felt like it was made of Jell-o, just weak and wiggly. And the most intense pleasure emanated out form my balls and then spread out, all over my body. It seemed to move in a giant wave, crashed up my stomach and down my legs, threw my breasts, and into my brain. It was indescribable. My entire body finally tensed, and then released.
And when it released, something else did as well. My eyes were open and I watched as thick, pearly white spurts of cum poured out of my little cock. It came out a couple of big globs at a time. When it came out, I could feel my balls seize and my anus tingled. It was so intense, that it hurt a little. Cum splashed against my face, hot and wet. I felt against my neck and on my breasts as well, and it seeped into my hair. I opened my mouth, catching a big drip of sperm. It splashed across my teeth and hit my tongue. It was warm, and salty, and kind of like a thin jelly in texture. The sensation was wonderful. I savored it before swallowing. It a moment, my cock stopped shooting cum, and I let my body flop back down on the bed. I scooped up cum with my fingers, let it drip all over my hands, and then licked it off. I ran my hair through my mother, sucking down stray drips of sperm. It tasted so good, and there was so much! I swished the cum around in my mouth, feeling it get thick and frothy, and then I swallowed it down. The taste was still heavy in my mouth when I finally stopped, panting on the bed.