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Illustration for "ALEXANDRA AND THE HOTEL FOR SINNERS." Created by the author. Copyright © 2011-2025 Stephen J. Williams. |
Concept date: 14th August 2019
First published: Unavailable
Status: IN DEVELOPMENT & UNPUBLISHED.
Revisions: 0 [Last revised unknown]
Version: Working draft copy
Published Episode No. 00
Previous episode: None.
Next episode: None.
Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team Assigned: Team 74
Mission: 0 - 391745 - 8 – 1979
This story originally appeared on the author's original website called: 'The amazing adventures of Jericho Tibbs!' and was transferred to the new site: 'The Temporal Detectives' in due course. That 'legacy' site is still available but receives no updates or new material. THIS EPISODE CONTAINS STRONG FOUL LANGAUAGE AND GRAPHIC SEXUAL REFERENCES! ![]()
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They quickly changed into the ‘doggy’ position and Alex found herself gripping a bag of concrete mix with her head low against a dirty sheet, which had been placed on the van floor. Paul’s hands now gripped both swinging tits and was squeezing hard, especially her big, erect nipples. His thighs were slapping against her bum cheeks as he drove his cock into her with some force. He moaned loud and cussed, finally ejaculating after some twenty minutes of hard constant fucking. He collapsed over her and ran his hands around her quivering body. His seed flooding in had caused a little orgasm, but overall, Alex wasn’t satisfied and was a little disappointed, especially after all that work sucking his cock for almost ten minutes, just to get the damn ‘adequate’ thing hard. He pulled from her and lay against the back of the passenger seat. He gave a thumbs up and smiled broadly. Alex just grabbed a clean rag from a bag on the floor and wiped her crotch and thighs.
Malcom, in the drivers seat, had already pulled off his shirt and shoes. He squeezed into the back and pulled down his overalls. Alex was about to say she had to go, she was disappointed so far, then saw what the skinny young man was gripping with both hands. Her eyes actually widened, and she lay back against the bag of concrete mix and opened her legs in welcome. Young Malcom was thin with red hair and a dumb look on his face, but he had one huge redeeming feature: he was hung like a horse!
Alex was about to learn, never judge a book by its cover!
Malcom didn’t mess about, he mounted Alex with some urgency and fucked her like a roadside whore. She held her legs open by the ankles and took several deep breaths, his huge cock had filled her up and that didn’t happen too often! She groaned and thought – for a second or two – that the bloody thing had reached the bottom of her throat. But she soon forgot about that sensation as Malcom pounded her like a road hammer on steroids. He simply didn’t stop, and Alex quickly squirted, groaning and panting under his delicious assault. He turned her over and continued the pounding in the ‘doggy position’ with Alex gripping a metal bucket for support.
She was feeling every inch of his stiff monster and that brought on another climax quickly and her legs were now shaking with passion. She groaned and cussed with the odd tear running down her face. She felt his hands grip her shoulders and he managed to fuck her even harder! Paul, now sitting in the front passenger seat watched with his mouth open, gripping his flaccid cock with both hands and saw his workmate in a very different light now. He reached between the seats and gripped one of Alex’s big swinging tits and squeezed hard. “I think I can go again, can you?” He asked her and she couldn’t even reply, except to curse loudly as Malcom, now gripping her buttocks, continued the relatedness pounding. The young man finally said; “I can’t hold it!” And he couldn’t. He ejaculated with some force and Alex moaned loudly as she felt it pour into her. Like his fucking, the cum just kept coming.
Malcom wiped his face with his hand and patted Alex’s quivering bum cheeks; “Thank you darling.” He muttered, then inserted his thumb into her bum hole carefully and leaned over her asking; “Can I have some of this?” Alex just stared back at him, gripping the cold metal bucket in her arms. She really didn’t know how to answer that request: yet.