Hole in One By Montrose Matt does exactly what golf girl tells him to Matt Johnson dropped his bag at the front desk and nodded at the girl behind the counter. "Johnson. I have a reservation," he said. He hoped to get in a couple relaxing games of golf today and tomorrow before flying back out again. The hotel had a pro course, plus a very nice putting green if he didn't feel like a full round. It would make this layover during his business trip worth while. "Yes sir. Oh, the VIP Suite? Very well Mr. Johnson," she smiled sweetly at him as she pulled his keys. Matt grinned as the cute counter girl fawned over his diamond preferred credit card. She practically slobbered on the smell of money coming off of it. Matt looked her over. Not bad. A trim build - he like a bit more meat normally. Auburn hair. Could be a fun fuck. His eyes wondered. Over by the door was a girl that demanded more than a passing glance. She sat next to a polished stump that had been grooved to hold putters. A bucket of balls sat at her other side. Next to that was a pedestal holding a ledger and a pen. The girl was blonde and stacked. Long legs protruded from white shorts. Her legs were crossed and she was bouncing the top leg seductively, giving Matt a bold look. "Here you are, Mr. Johnson," said the counter girl holding out his key. "Your suite is on the fifth floor. If there is any... thing..." She trailed off after Matt snatched the key from her and walked over to the golf girl. The golf girl stood. She was wearing golf shoes and was still as tall as Matt - six feet even. She raised an eyebrow, expectantly. A faint whiff of jasmine and sandalwood caught Matt's attention. She smelled very good. She stood silent, waiting for the line he was bound to deliver. Matt tried to look her in the eye rather than the chest. Her golf shirt was stretched to the maximum. "Do I see you when I want to use the greens?" he asked. "No, rich boy," she replied. Matt blinked. She continued. "You will see me at 4:30 at the arcade down the block. I'll be off work then." Matt's mouth dropped open. How old was she? She looked legal, but it was a close call. On top of that, he had never seen a more seductive mouth, let alone that body! The girl turned her back on him and dusted off her chair before sitting. Damn if she didn't have an ass as magnificent as her rack! Matt suddenly remembered he was in public. There was nothing to be done for his raging boner, but he better not drool on the oriental rug. He closed his mouth. He gave golf girl a short bow, as if she were a queen, and made his way to the elevator. Matt didn't noticed the scowl the counter girl was giving him. He showered and rested, trying to not jerk-off to the memory of golf girl. He wondered again if she was legal. He promised himself he would ask. Not that there still wouldn't be a huge age difference. He was 43 after all. But, my god! What a body! He thought you had to be airbrushed to look that good! It had been a long time since he had been with a young girl. It seemed like forever until 4:15 came. Matt donned a flattering shirt and slacks and left in search of the arcade. The building had no windows. Inside was all neon, noise and junk food. A few families were corralling their kids, trying to get them to go have a decent dinner, tearing them away from the games. Matt looked around but didn't see golf girl. He looked at his Rolex. 4:35. He sighed. Like as not, she wont show, he guessed. Might as well have a coke and a chair for a while anyway. When he got to the counter, Matt caught a faint smell of jasmine and sandalwood. He felt something fleshy mash into his back. Hot breath brushed his ear. "Eight large cokes and four big tubs of popcorn," whispered the golf girl into his ear. "Eight large cokes and four big tubs of popcorn," Matt said out loud. The counter boy got to work. Golf girl turned Matt around. Behind her stood a group. More young girls. Golf girl smiled into Matt's big eyes. "Don't be scared," she said. "Most of us don't bite." As the counter boy put down sodas and popcorn, the girls grabbed them up. Golf girl took the last one. She sucked up some dark liquid. "Ahhhh..." she breathed in Matt's face. The sweet scent of Pepsi tickled his nose. "Now, buy us some tokens. The girls want to play." Matt still had his credit card in his hand. He hadn't paid yet. The counter boy waited patiently. No one else was in line. Matt handed him the card. "Tokens," he said. "How many?" asked the boy. "Start us with $100 worth," said golf girl. Counter boy went to do as she said without waiting to hear Matt's side of it. Matt didn't mind. He was still looking at Golf girl. Counter boy plunked down a big bucket of tokens. The girls grabbed handfuls and ran off to the machines. Golf girl took four and walked Matt over to the pool table. She paid for a game of pool. "Rack 'em." She told Matt. He did as told. She stood to the side, like a great jungle cat. She had grace and poise that showed even when she stood still. Golf girl slunk to the top of the table with the cue ball nestled in her palm. After lifting the triangle from the balls, Matt asked, "How old are you?" It was a quiet voice. It was as much as he dared. He was afraid of the answer. Golf girl smiled. She bent over, lined up, and cracked the balls hard. The cue ball bashed the pack and scattered the balls, dropping three. "Don't worry. I'm 21 and none of my friends is younger than 19." She walked around and lined up another shot. She hit a bank shot and left herself a sweet setup. Matt watched her run the table without stopping. She stood and chalked her stick as the eight ball slowly rolled in, ending the game. Matt never had a chance to use the stick in his hand. "Who the hell are you?" he asked. Golf girl laughed. "My name's Vicki. Go buy another bucket of tokens and bring four back to us. I'll let you break this time." Matt did as told. He broke and sank one, but failed to make another shot. Vicki ran the table again. "I'm really good with a hard stick in my hands," she cooed. Matt gulped. "Shall we head back to your suite?" Matt nodded. Vicki put two fingers in between her thick lips and whistled loud enough to be heard over all the noise. The other girls gathered behind her. Two of them were as tall as Vicki, though none were in her league. Sure, Matt would have fucked any of them - they were all babes - but none was a goddess like Vicki. He did have to admit he liked the ass on one of the shorter ones and the perky hooters on the tall ones... Matt gave Vicki a curious look. "They like playing in the suite," Vicki said. "Let's go." The elevator was crowded. Vicki hooked her arm through Matt's. The short girl with the nice ass (5 foot 5 inches tall) pressed her rump into Matt's thigh. Her arm brushed his nuts meaningfully. Occasionally, one of the other girls stroked Matt's chin or chest. Vicki didn't seem to mind. Matt found it distracting. They piled out on the fifth floor. Vicki took Matt's key and lead them to his room. She opened the door and motioned the other girls to enter. They swarmed in and turned on the TV in the living room. One of the tall girls was on the phone to room service already. Vicki escorted Matt in and closed the door. She locked it. "I wish they wouldn't..." Matt was pointing at the blonde on the phone, who seemed to be ordering enough shrimp cocktails and champaign to feed an army. Vicki slapped him hard. "Don't question what we do," she warned him. Matt fell back against the wall. He was stunned. The other girls didn't seem to notice the sudden violence from Vicki. They kept arguing over what pay-for-view movie to see first and ordering more food. Matt looked back at Vicki. For the first time he saw how broad her shoulders were. He had been so hypnotized by her hooters and ass, that he had overlooked her rippling muscle. And she stood six feet tall, he remembered as he looked into her determined blue eyes. "In case you're wondering," Vicki whispered, "I'm 175 pounds of black belt bitch. I'm not generally mean unless crossed. You do things my way and we'll all have a lot of fun." That was ten pounds less than Matt. He felt temper rising within him. He pushed past Vicki and reached for the phone in the other tall girl's hand. He never made it. Vicki pinned his right arm in a chicken wing behind his back and slammed him face first into a wall. She pulled back and slammed him into it again, knocking a picture off the wall. "What?" said the girl on the phone. "Yes, four large kitchen sink pizzas. And make it snappy." She hung up. Matt moaned as Vicki pressed into him. Phone girl smiled. "They should be here in thirty minutes." "Good," said Vicki. "By then I'll have beaten some sense into rich-boy here." "No," Matt protested. "Wait!" The short girl with the cute ass opened the French doors to the bedroom. Vicki marched Matt into the bedroom. The short girl with the cute ass closed the French doors to the bedroom. Someone turned up the TV. Matt decided it was time to fight back. He broke free and turned on Vicki. He tried to grab her. She countered every move he tried to make on her. He couldn't seem to get a grip on her even though she never backed up an inch. What had she said about a black belt? And she kept slapping his face so damn hard it brought tears to his eyes. She almost loosened his teeth! He wanted to wipe that smirk off her full lips, but he couldn't get to them! Suddenly, she stepped in and put him in a headlock. He tried to pull free but couldn't. She held his face firmly planted in her left boob, suffocating him for a while. Then she pushed him to the ground and climbed on top. Vicki grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms over his head. Matt struggled. Vicki laughed at him. He was helpless under her! At first, he could lift a wrist an inch off the carpet now and then, but soon he couldn't even do that. He lay panting and exhausted under her. This was no black belt move. She had just out-muscled him. Vicki slid up until her white shorts pressed into his face. She still held his wrists. Her pussy mashed on his face through the cloth. His nose bent in half. He couldn't breath. Matt panicked and fought some more. But soon he had nothing left to fight with. "Do you give?" Vicki asked, calmly. Red in the face and dog-tired, Matt nodded. "I give!" he said into her crotch. "Good boy." Vicki let go of Matt's wrists and fixed her hair. It was barely mussed. She kept her clam pressed into his face. He still couldn't breath. He tapped her leg and pointed to his red face. Vicki kept fixing her already perfect hair. When she was ready, she stood. Matt gasped for air. "Now that I've broken you in, and we understand each other, we're going to have some fun," Vicki said as she dropped her shorts. Pink panties hugged her curvaceous hips. She dropped those, too, on Matt's face. Slowly, she peeled off her tight golf shirt. Her massive racked rolled into view. Matt was stunned at how high it rode without a bra. Vicki leaned against the high canopy bed and pointed to her blonde pie. "Eat me," she commanded. Matt crawled to his hands and knees. He crept over and got to work. He stroked her long, hard thighs as he licked her sweet meat. Vicki fell over on the bed and moaned. Encouraged, Matt kept licking. He explored her clam and her butt-hole. His tongue ran up and down the inside of her legs. Vicki writhed and moaned. She grabbed him by the hair and mashed his face into her quim and came with a grunt and a shout. After a first wave, she came again. Her legs were high in the air, shaking. Slowly they relaxed down onto Matt's shoulders. Then she locked her feet together and squeezed his head. Matt moaned and tapped her rock-hard thigh. "Please let go!" "That was good," Vicki purred. "Good boy. Would good boy like a blow job?" Even as it felt like his head would crack, Matt grew hopeful. "Yes!" he yelled into her groin. Vicki squeezed harder. "OW! Yes, please?" Vicki laughed. "Did you want me to give it to you?" Matt wasn't sure how to answer. Of course he did, but he didn't want to increase his pain! What if she felt that was insulting? "APRIL!" Yelled Vicki. The door opened and the short girl with the hot ass walked in, smiling. "April will be giving you your blowjob today, sweet boy." She let go of Matt's head. Then she stooped, picked him up and threw him down onto the bed. She tossed his 185 pounds up there as if it were nothing. She jumped onto him - sitting on his chest - before he could move. Vicki dangled her boobs over his face. "Ever see a more magnificent pair?" she asked. Matt knew the answer to that one. "Never!" he answered with confidence. "And you never will," Vicki replied with just as much confidence. "Go ahead, April. Go down on this lucky boy." While Matt licked Vicki's nipples he felt April's full lips on his bone. He felt her explore his balls with her agile tongue. In no time at all, he was bucking and moaning under Vicki. April tortured him into near climax, again and again, only to bring him back down with no reward - never coming! It became clear that she was toying with him! She could make him come any time she wanted, but she wouldn't let it happen. At the same time, Vicki smothered him in her tits. He panted and struggled for air. "Oh GOD! PLEASE!" Matt yelled in frustration. "You wanna come, eh boy?" Vicki asked. "Well too bad. April is under my orders. No juicy messes! Not yet, anyway. I want you to feel the need. I want you to feel it real bad!" "GOD! Please let her make me come!" April giggled and kept teasing Matt. Eventually, as Matt's blue-ball became unbearable, Vicki grew bored with the game. "Get out," said Vicki. Instantly, April stopped and backed out of the room, closing the door. Matt still longed for release. Vicki slid down Matt's body. Her ass crack slid over his bone. Her dripping quim slid over his bone. Vicki moaned. "Oh GOD!" Matt moaned. But still he didn't come. Now she slid down to his knees. They both saw his throbbing blue veiner. It waved and pulsed. "I have a confession," Vicki whispered. "What?" Matt asked in terror. Was she going to bit his dick off? "I love taking it up the butt," Vicki replied. "I can't live without taking it up my ass! But it's no good unless it's a hard, nasty ride." She stroked his cock gently. "You sure are a big boy." She lowered her tits down and let his meat slide in between them. "Do you think you can give me a hard, nasty ride, sweet boy?" "Oh yes!" "You wont come too soon?" Matt paused. He was pretty damn worked up. He was a stroke away from coming on Vicki's boobs right now! What would Vicki do if he did come too soon? Vicki smiled. "Enough teasing. It's been fun torturing you, but we need to bring in someone to take your load, so you can last longer with me. Sound good?" Again, Matt had no idea how to answer that. "Holly!" Tall phone girl came in. Vicki slid back to Matt's knees. "Get up here and fuck this boy," Vicki said. Holly peeled off her panties and mini skirt and hopped up on the bed, all smiles, very much in favor of this idea. She faced Vicki and slowly mounted Matt's wood. The girls embraced and kissed. Vicki pulled off Holly's top as Holly moved up and down on Matt's tool. Vicki's big boobs pressed all over Holly's little perky ones. Matt stroked Holly's little ass. Holly was a long, lean girl - as tall as Vicki, but not near as full or powerful. Vicki bear-hugged Holly and took over the strokes. She lifted and slammed Holly down on Matt's cock. "Fuck! Him! Bitch!" Vicki snarled in Holly's ear as she pounded her down on Matt's big cock. "Make! Him! Come! Fuck! Him! Fuck! Him! Make! Him! Come!" Holly moaned and turned red in the tight grip. She couldn't breath! It was a hard fast ride, made to get Matt off quickly. When Matt came, he shouted out. Vicki threw Holly off of Matt's dick and onto the floor. The girl was out cold. "Don't worry about her," Vicki panted. "She loves that rough shit." They looked at Matt's boner. It was sopped with come and shrinking. "Damn! Well, don't worry," Vicki said again. "We can handle that." She put two fingers in her mouth and whistled. The entire pack of girls came in. Vicki shouted orders and got out of the way. April worked Matt's balls with her talented tongue. Two more girls licked up and down his shaft. Two more bit his nipples. Another, the other tall girl, sat on his face and masturbated. She smelled like honey. She was very tight. Matt wanted her bad. In no time, Matt was rock hard once more. "Now get out," Vicki ordered. They all obeyed. Even Holly, who was back on her feet. Matt groaned and gritted his teeth. He entertained a quick fantasy about cramming his bone into Vicki's inviting mouth. He envisioned her choking on it as he forced it further down her throat. "You wanna take me up the ass now?" she offered coyly. Matt nodded. That would do, too. Vicki grabbed Matt by the neck and pulled him up. She dropped down onto her hands and knees on the bed, presenting him with her big, round ass. "Drive it home," she purred, wiggling her rump invitingly. Matt grabbed his hard tube and aimed it up Vicki's ass. His tool was dripping wet from April's mouth, and the other girls, and from Holly's clam. That was all the lube Vicki would get. It was hard going getting it all up Vicki's tight hole. Matt grunted and drove it home with his hips. His toes caught the footboard and gave him something to push off of. Vicki put one hand up to the headboard and yelped. Muscles flexed up and down that arm. "Yeah, bitch! Howz that feel?" snarled Matt. "Harder!" Vicki yelled. "You want some more?" "Yes!" Matt plowed hard and as fast; three strokes in a second. He could only keep this up for short bursts, but he could see it was driving Vicki crazy. Whenever he paused, he slapped her big cheeks hard. "Take it, bitch!" His hands turned red. "More! Harder!" Vicki yelled back. Her demands infuriated Matt. He worked even harder to make her regret it. He wanted to cripple her with this fuck! He humped and hammered and spanked until Vicki's ass was bright red. He was happy to see tears in her eyes. "OW!" she howled. "Oh GOD! OW! YES! OW!" "Who's my bitch?" he snarled. "I'M YOUR BITCH!" she shouted through her pain. "OW!" Despite being a big girl she had one tight asshole. "Howz that feel, cunt?" "IT HURTS!" "You like it?" "YES! OW!" "YOU LIKE IT?" "YES!" "LOUDER!" "OW! OW! YES! OW!" "YOU WANT SOME MORE, BITCH?" "YES! OW! YES!" Someone turned up the TV again. Encouraged, Matt doubled his efforts. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of Vicki's lush blonde hair. He pulled back on it as he crammed his bone up her ass. She squealed like a pig! He grabbed another handful and hammered faster. And faster. He caught a second wind and galloped on her back. "OW! DEAR! GOD! OW! FUCK! OW! FUCK! YES!" Vicki bleated in time to his strokes. Then she screamed and arched her back. She clamped down so hard on Matt's boner that she stopped his strokes. She clamped and held him tight inside her. Pulling back, Matt almost pulled his own dick off. "OW GOD!" Matt yelled. "OW GOD! OW YES!" Vicki answered. She jerked around violently, shaking Matt's boner up her ass like a terrier holding on to a rat. Then she fell to the bed, flat on her firm tummy. She unclenched, but Matt still followed. He was spent. He tried to get up, but fell again, making another stroke up her butt. It felt good. He used the last of his energy to bounce on her springy butt. Her cheeks were like a trampoline. Seven strokes later, he came up her ass with a shiver and a moan. Then he collapsed on her strong back. He rose and fell with her panting. They lay, dripping onto the sheets for some time, listening to blaring TV from the other room. Now and then someone delivered more food. Vicki whispered in a series of gasps, "Holy... mother... fuck! That... was... good." Matt gulped air. "Yeah. You... are... magnificent." "You too!" she said, recovering already. "I love ass sex, and that was hot, pounding, ass sex." Matt laughed. "Glad I... could be... of... service." "Oh you were! You were! I came so hard my toes are still vibrating. Now, go ahead and suck your come out, and I'll let the other girls have you," Vicki said calmly. "What?" "You heard me." "I'm not about to..." Vicki raised up on one elbow. "If you don't start sucking my asshole by the time I count three, I'm going to stick your head in the toilet and shit on it. After that, things will get ugly." She looked like a panther lying on a branch - all potential energy and destruction - fully at rest. A physical threat. Muscles rippled on her back. She was perfectly relaxed. Chills ran up Matt's back. He felt he was in the presence of a predator. "One... Two..." Fear rose within Matt. He pushed his face up Vicki's butt crack, where he had been hammering with his cock, and sucked on her tender, pink asshole. He was grateful that what he swallowed tasted of April's and his own juice. And jasmine and sandalwood. Vicki was a clean girl. Frequent enemas? Matt wondered. When he was done, Vicki slowly got out of bed. She grabbed her shorts and top. She left her panties on the night stand. "Who would you like next?" she asked. "Feel free. They hang around for my leavings like scavengers." Matt had to think. He had liked the taste of that other tall girl. The honey scented, not Holly tall girl. He described her. He also wanted April back - the blow job expert. He wanted to come in her face. Vicki nodded. She limped to the door. She blushed and looked back at Matt as she rubbed her tender ass. "It still feels like you're up my ass, pounding me! Oooch!" She winked at him, then left and sent in the two girls he asked for. Matt sighed. So, he had made an impression! He pumped a fist in the air. "YES!" he snarled. The honey scented, not Holly tall girl - Jen was her name - was very gentle. She took tender loving care of Matt's bruised groin. She kneeled over him top to bottom. He lay on his back. He ate her out and she mouthed his balls. At the same time, April slid his entire cock down her throat. Her head rested on Matt's stomach just under Jen's belly. He humped her face slowly because his dick was raw. It felt very good after the rough play. It took a while. But Matt felt it coming and pulled out of April's throat just in time to come on her face. The load spayed and sent a few globs to land on Jen's tits as well. He fell asleep as those two girls cleaned each other up. When he woke up they were all gone. That was all right. His dick felt rubbed raw and his muscles ached. He looked at the clock. It was seven in the morning. Matt found a golf score card on top of Vicki's moist panties. Scrawled in red ink that matched Vicki's lips was a message. "You're only here for one night? Too bad! I hope you had a pleasant stay. Cum and see us again. Maybe you can play another round of holes."