Tango in Trouble City

Here is a short excerpt from Tango in Trouble City. Just one of many smoking hot scenes!

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I made my way down the narrow walkway, crossing in front of all the other units, and descended the metal staircase. When I entered the small office, I saw the clerk behind the counter watching a small television in the corner. I couldn't tell what he was watching but his arm shaking and he looked like he was breathing heavily.

"Ah hem," I cleared my throat to get his attention as I approached the counter.

"Oh—" he said, startled. A creepy grin spread across his face when he saw it was me. "Hello there again, lovely lady. Where are your two companions?"

"They're up in the room still. We just need some extra towels if that is okay." I wanted to get in and out of there as fast as possible.

"Oh, yeah, um, towels. Sure. There, um, back there." He nodded toward the door that led to a back room. "Come on back here and get 'em."

"You want me to go back there?"

"Yeah, here," he leaned over, with great effort, and opened the other door for me to get back there. My stomach flip-flopped at the thought of squeezing into that tiny space with him, but it seemed I had little choice.

I stepped into the cramped little box of an office and noticed two things, a horrible body odor smell and that some sort of porn was playing on the small television. Then I looked at the clerk, who was sitting in a chair much too small for his size. His pants were around his ankles and a baggy t-shirt covered his crotch but I realized what I had walked in on. He wasn't even trying that hard to hide it.

"I'm sorry, should I come back later?" I said, surely red in the face.

"Oh no, this is the perfect time. Here," he said, reaching around me to pull the door closed. The area was so small I was pinned between the walls, chair, and desk. I glanced down and noticed that the clerk's shirt had ridden up his belly and a fat hard erection poked out from between his massive hairy thighs. I heard him lock the door behind me.

"There you go, just right on that way." The clerk pointed to the door on the other side of the office and pushed his chair to the back wall to let me by. He grinned and spread his legs wide to allow some room. There was maybe six inches between his knees and the desk for me to squeeze through. Is this kind of thing normal in these parts? I was astonished by the boldness of these unbridled men.

"Okay," I said a bit sarcastically. He smiled and actually started jerking his cock with one hand. The fleshy organ glistened with some sort of lubricant. The open jar of petroleum jelly on the counter confirmed it. I realized that at some point, somehow, some way, that greasy penis was likely to end up inside of me. A part of me just wanted to sit on it and get it over with. While we needed towels, I was sure that this is why the guys sent me down there. Still, I wasn't going to offer.

I was keenly aware of how close his poky penis was to my bare vagina as I crossed my leg over his feet to get across.

"Let me help you," he said, reaching not over, but under my slip to grab my hips, raising the slip above my ass in the process. I went to lift my other leg over his feet but his feet "slipped" out at that exact moment, knocking me off balance and causing me to fall into his lap. His slippery erection pressed into my ass cheek.

"Ungh, shit," I said, trying to get up.

"Oops, sorry. It's pretty cramped in here." As he said it, one of his arms encircled my waste, holding me against his belly.

"Hey, come on!" I tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

"Hold on a sec, no rush," he said. He began subtly grinding his hips against me. His penis slid against the groove of my ass. "You are one fine lady."

"Thanks, I guess. Now can I get the towels?"

"Hang out a sec and then you can have all the towels you want." He moved a hand under the front of my slip and cupped my breast while his other hand moved between my legs. He wasn't going to let me go. On any other night I would have been crying rape and fighting for my life. But after the night I'd had, I was in a naughty mood and the dick rubbing on my ass wasn't entirely unpleasant. I leaned against his chest and opened my legs.

He stroked my slit with on hand, and with the other he lifted my dress over my breasts, exposing my entire front to anyone who might happen to walk into the lobby. While that made me nervous, it added to my growing excitement.

His hot mouth on my earlobe made me shiver in delight. He sucked and licked my ear, then turned my head toward him and kissed me. I opened my mouth and kissed him back. Our tongues slippery tongues slid against one another. He lifted me just enough to get his cock in position. When I felt it press against my opening, I lowered myself, savoring the sensation as his greasy phallus filled me up.

The clerk pushed me forward against the desk and proceeded to slam my hips over and over again onto his cock. "Fuck, your ass is like a perfect little apple. It fits right into my hands. Tits too. It's like your body was made for me."

I was just getting into it when the door chimed, startling me, and a rough looking old man entered the lobby. I tried to duck below the desk but because the clerk was so close finishing, he wasn't about to let me go if he could help it. He continued to thrust into me and all I could do was hunker down on the desk and use my arms to cover myself as much as possible.

"Hold on, Henry," the clerk said between heavy breaths.

"Don't mind me," the man said in a scratchy voice that had clearly been subjected to decades of smoking.

I couldn't believe this was happening. If a person could die from humiliation, I would have died right there.

"Thanks, almost done," the clerk said. He was breathing so hard that I thought he was going to pass out before he finished.

"Say, uh, mind giving me a peek at 'er?"

"Ugh... sit up, honey, show the man those gorgeous titties." The clerk pulled me upright and then held my arms away from my chest so my bare tits, bouncing to the clerk's thrusts, were on full display through the pane of glass.

The old man grinned, revealing several gaps where teeth should be, and rubbed his crotch as he watched.

"Fuck!" the clerk grunted, "Fuck, fuck!" He pinned me down on his lap as he came, filling my cunt with semen. His body went limp and I took the opportunity to stand up and straighten out my slip.

"Fuck that was some good pussy."

"You gonna let me have a turn?" the old man said.

"Henry, get the fuck out of here. You saw her tits, that's all you get. Now scat, you know I can't rent you rooms anymore."

The old man looked like a wounded animal as he exited the lobby.

"Can I get those towels now?"

"Oh, sure thing, honey. Here's the key," he grabbed a key ring off of a hook on the wall. "The linen closet's in the other building next to the stairs. Make sure you bring this key back."

"I thought they were in the back room?" God I'm stupid.

The clerk chuckled. "You know you wanted to come back here with me anyway."