Barooms & Motels
Keywords: Motels, &, Barooms,
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"A man struggles with his obsession to make love to another man and finds a hermaphrodite, unknowingly."
Frankie pulled into the first motel he found, it was late and he had been driving all day. After checking in, he went to the room and tossed his suitcase on the desk and flopped on the bed. Frankie was on the road for one reason, he just left his wife of eight years and his kids, a son and a daughter.
The problem wasn't with them, it was him. For years now, he's been struggling with his inner self about his sexuality. Anita, his wife, was a very beautiful woman. At twenty-eight her figure was fantastic even after bearing two children. They have been arguing at night in the privacy of their bedroom about his lack of desire for her and she was left to think that he was cheating on her. Many times Frankie wanted to tell her that it wasn't her, it was just that he no longer was effected by her body, it didn't "turn him on".
Just last night during a very loud verbal argument, Frankie finally sat down and calmly tried to explain what was happening to him. He showed her that it wasn't her fault at all and that he would rather look at some guy in the shower, then her naked. Anita tried to listen to him explain, but she felt like half a woman now that he had told her and she asked him to move out, so they could both get on with their lives.
Frankie didn't know where to go, he just knew it was best that he left and just drove west. Now he was in a motel, alone and wondering where he was going to go. His stomach started to growl on him and he realized he had not stopped to eat since breakfast. He lifted the phone and got the front desk, "Is there any place nearby to get some food?"
The man said, "Closest place would be "Quincy's", good food, but its kind of a hochie-coochie establishment."
"Okay, Thank You," Frankie said as he hung up.
He got in his car and drove up the road and saw the large flashing "Quincy's" sign and pulled into the parking lot. The lot was pretty full and he was lucky to find a spot. As he walked alongside of the building, he saw marques showing some of the dancers that were featured inside and it didn't effect him in the least, he was just hungry.
Entering, he was greeted and was told there was a ten dollar cover charge, which he paid, then asked about the food.
"Got a good deal on a eighteen ounce t-bone steak, baked potato and salad," the man said.
"Sounds good to me, I'm hungry," Frankie said.
He went through the inner door and found himself a table, and checked out his surroundings. All the waitresses were dressed in gowns which revealed a lot of cleavage and cut up high on each side to expose their legs too. The dancer on stage was down to her panties and was really giving the customers their monies worth. Her breasts had tassels on them and they were twirling in circles as she moved.
His waitress arrived, "Hi! I'm Sharon, I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I start by getting you something to drink?"
"Yes please, bring me a scotch on the rocks, make it a double and be sure they use Dewer's."
"Yes Sir, be right back with your drink."
Frankie watched the sway of her ass as she walked away and felt a slight chill. Thinking to himself, Now why her, hell Anita is better looking than her, but why did I just get that feeling? He sat in his chair and soon she was walking with his drink in her hand. He checked her out and realized that he was looking right at her breasts, when she bent down to place his drink on the table.
She seemed to be holding that pose for longer than necessary. His cock started to get hard. As she straightened up, she looked at his face and said, "Can I interest you in something to eat?"
He watched as her pinky finger went to her breast and moved slowly over the swell of her left breast. She was getting to him for some reason.
"Ah..Yes please! I'd like the T-bone dinner."
"Oh that's my favorite here, she said. How would you like that cooked?"
"Medium well please."
"Okay, I'll put the order in for you, by the way I didn't get your name."
"Frankie, Frankie Pullman."
"Well Frankie, anything you want or need tonight, ask me. And I do mean anything too."
For some reason, Frankie was starting to sweat just a little as he looked into her face. His cock, for the first time in years was hard as a rock from looking at a woman.
Sharon was considered to be "a looker" in her circles. Her long red hair, which reached to the middle of her back. It was silky and the lights made her hair sparkle. She had deep green eyes and a perfect face. She was about five-seven in height and her body appeared to be sculpted. As she left to put his order in, he lifted his drink and he could not take his eyes off of her.
Frankie watched her as she went to other tables around him and she stopped by his and said, "Can I re-fill that drink for you?"
"If you would, please." Bending down, she lifted his glass and let him get a good look at her breasts before going to the bar. When she returned to the table, she did the same thing, but this time she whispered to him, "Do you like them Frankie?"
He was caught, but he stammered, "Yes, yes I do as a matter of fact."
"Would you like to see me dance Frankie? I can dance for you if you want me to."
"I think I'd like that, how much is it?"
"Ten for one dance, but I can do three for twenty- five."
"Just one for now, would that be okay?"
"Sure Frankie, we have all night if you want."
When the next song started, Sharon stood right next to him and she started to gyrate her hips and thrusting her breasts at him. Soon she reached behind her and slid a zipper down and let the dress top fall to her waist.
Frankie was mesmerized by her. When she brought her breasts out for him to see, he had to take a quick swallow of his drink. They were beautiful, at a 38C cup, perfectly round topped with the nicest nipples he had ever seen.
As she continued to dance, her hands were all over her breasts, making her nipples hard and putting them just short of his face. All to soon for Frankie, the song ended, but he paid her and she replaced her top and zipped the dress up.
Taking the ten dollars, she said, "Let me check on your food Frankie."
Walking away to get the food, Frankie had to reposition his cock in his pants. All this bothered him. For years, he hasn't been able to get an erection with his wife. Now this woman has got him so hard, he may just cum in his pants. Of course he always liked a nice pair of tits, but at the gym, he liked looking at other guy's cocks as they showered in the open shower area. Now that has always put a charge into his cock and he had to sit with a towel over him until the guys left.
More often that not, he'd run into a stall and sit on the commode and jack off, thinking about all those swinging cocks he saw. He wanted to stick one in his mouth and taste it. He really wanted to swallow a load of cum from a spurting cock. This is what had excited him in the past. So why has Sharon got this hold on him? He couldn't figure it out.
He caught her in the corner of his eye, as she returned to the table with his food. Again bending over and showing off her breasts. She took her time taking the plates off the tray and she smiled at him. "I hope you enjoy your food Frankie. Did you like the way I danced for you?"
"Yes Sharon, I did indeed, your very beautiful."
Leaning down again, she said, "would you like to be able to hold them in your hands and suck on my nipples?"
"Yes, I'd like that, I'd like that very much."
Still bent down, she said, "Is your cock hard Frankie? I like a nice hard cock. Would you let me suck your hard cock?"
All Frankie could do was nod his head yes. "Good, cause I can get off in an hour and then we can have some fun together. I'll be back to dance for you again in a little while, enjoy your meal."
Frankie gobbled down the food in front of him and soon she was there again, taking his glass to get him another drink.
"My nipples are hard thinking about me sucking on you Frankie, can I dance for you again?"
"Yes, please, I want to see your breasts again."
"Okay, let me fill your drink and I'll be back to keep your cock good and hard."
When she left his sight, he noticed other girls dancing at tables for their customers, but none of them did anything for him like Sharon did. Returning to his table, Frankie handed her fifty dollars and told her not to leave again until she was off of work.
"Oh you sweet, sweet man, I've got a little under thirty minutes now, this should keep me busy until quitting time."
At the start of the next song, she once again danced for him, teasing him with one breast, then the other. Her dress clung to her hips but from her waist up, he was held captive. His cock was so hard it almost hurt, but he didn't move to touch her at all.
After her last dance, she checked her watch and said, "okay, let's square the bill for the drinks and food and then I'll be able to leave. You can wait for me in the parking lot, okay."
He counted out the money, handed it to her and stood up to go outside and wait for her. Sharon looked down and saw how hard his cock was pushing against his pants.
Looking into his eyes, she said, "I'll take good care of that soon enough," as the back of her hand brushed against his hard dick.
Frankie walked outside and the cool night air felt good on his face. He stood in the lot and waited. After twenty minutes he was going to go back inside and see what was keeping her, but he heard a voice behind him coming from a VW Bug.
"Frankie, I'll follow you to your place, okay?"
"Okay," he said as he walked to his car and drove to the motel. She pulled in right along side of him and locked her car and he looked at her. She had changed into some tight pants, heels and a white button down shirt that was opened from the first two buttons.
Unlocking the door to his room, he apologized for not having anything to drink, as he had not been there long before going to Quincy's.
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Keywords: Motels, &, Barooms,