Who Am I?

The night was quiet. The parking lot almost empty. There was a car parked in the stall for the room next to his and one a few doors down but that was about it. He turned his head to look at the street and saw a girl that looked to be about 17 wearing a halter top and shorts walking towards him with a smile. He suddenly had a flash in his head. He was seeing a small girl about 6 or 7 bouncing on his lap and laughing. "Bounce me daddy." She cried as she bounced on his lap.

"I am Laurie." the voice in his head said. "Although you are getting to big for this."

He shook his head as the vision faded. He looked at the girl again as she stopped in front of him. "Hi...You must be the guy in number 4. I'm Leslie. I'm the owners daughter. My dad told me to help you out any way I could. Do you need anything?"

Patrick let his eyes drift lazily down her body. Finally he pulled them back to her face. "Um...No...I'm fine." he said taking a drink of his beer and trying to ignore his hardening cock.

Leslie chuckled and he looked at her. She was looking at his crotch and he blushed. "Hm...Looks like your body thinks differently." She lifted her dancing eyes to his face. They were almost a purple color but he figured that was because of the lighting.

"How old are you?"

She smiled. "19..." he groaned. She leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. "I would love to take care of that for you. See I'm quite the little nymph. I can't seem to get enough hard cock." She ran her tongue over his ear then nipped it with her teeth. While running her hand down over his crotch.

Patrick groaned and closed his eyes as she squeezed his crotch with her hand and brushed her tits against his chest. "Get in the room." He growled pulling roughly away from her.

Leslie smiled, looked to make sure no one was around then sashayed into the room. Patrick took a deep breath. He finished his beer, throwing the can into the nearby trashcan then turned back into the room closing the door behind him.

What met his eyes when he stepped back into the room made his cock jump to full attention. While he had been outside, Leslie had stripped completely and was laying spread eagle on the bed. Her legs were spread wide and her shaved pussy was winking at him. "God, you don't waist any time do you?" he asked standing at the foot of the bed and pulling off his t-shirt.

Leslie giggled as she moved to her hands and knees and crawled across the bed to him. She sat back on her ankles and started working at his jeans. "Uh uh...Not when it's something I want. She pushed his jeans down then pulled down his underwear until his cock bounced back against his stomach. She abandoned his clothes about halfway down his legs and took his hard cock in her hand. "Mmmmm....Looks good enough to eat." She moved her mouth over him taking him deep into her mouth.

Patrick shivered at the first touch of her mouth on him. He moaned deep in his throat when he felt her take him into her throat. Massaging him with her muscles. "Oh yea..." He moaned pressing forward with his hips. "Suck that cock baby."

Leslie moaned around his cock. Letting it slide in and out of her throat. She had one hand braced just above his cock and the other one was massaging her tit. Patrick shoved his clothes down until he could step out of them then he brought his hands to her breasts. Feeling their fullness. "Nice titties baby." he said huskily.

Leslie smiled up at him but didn't release her grip on his cock. She whipped her tongue all over him and moved her head slowly back and forth. When he wrapped his hands around her tits, she brought her free hand down to her pussy. She flicked her fingertip over her clit a couple of times then slipped two fingers inside herself. She closed her eyes and moaned around his cock as she started to finger herself.

As Patrick watched her finger herself, he felt his mouth begin to water. His cock seemed to grow even larger in her mouth. When she dug her tongue into his piss slit, he thought he would lose it right then and there. He clung to his control and pulling his hands from her tits, pushed her off his straining cock. "Stop baby. Otherwise I'm gonna cum."

She smiled up at him, juices coating her mouth. "So...You can get it up again can't you?" She kept her fingers moving in her pussy.

He looked at her with a smile. "You really are a nymph aren't you?"

She licked her lips. "Oh yea."

She leaned forward to take his cock into her mouth again but her pushed her away. She looked at him with a pouting face and he had to laugh. "Relax you little minx. I'm not done yet."

She rewarded his words with a sweet smile. He reached down pulling her fingers from her pussy and stuck them in his mouth sucking up her juices.

"Ooooh...That's kinky." She said with a giggle as she watched him suck at her fingers.

He licked her fingers clean then let them slip from his lips. He smiled at her. "Lay back on the bed baby." he said moving onto the bed.

She lay back on the bed. "You gonna fuck me now?" She asked breathlessly.

He lay over her, kissing her softly. "Later, right now I need to taste that pussy." He lay down on his side beside her so his head was facing her feet. He pulled her onto her side and pulled one leg over his chest bringing her pussy close to his face. He leaned forward inhaling her scent. "You smell so good baby." He moaned.

She giggled again. "I took a shower today."

Patrick smiled then leaned forward. He licked her bare outer lips and heard her moan. Then he felt her take his hard cock in her soft hand and pull it to her mouth. At the first touch of her lips, he bucked forward with his hips burying half his cock in her mouth. He heard her gasp of surprise then felt her sucking on him. He enjoyed the feelings of her mouth on his cock for a minute then focused on the pussy in front of his face.

He spread open her outer lips and moaned. Her clit was hard and pulsing. Her slit was covered with juices. He wasn't sure which to attack first. He felt like a man at a feast with no idea what to start with. He leaned forward and dropped a kiss on her clit. She moaned and bucked her hips forward.

Patrick chuckled. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to his face. Then he let his tongue drift over the outer lips of her slit. Again she moaned. She sucked harder at his cock and he had to grab a hold of his control to keep from filling her mouth right then. He let the hand under him, tease her slit. She pushed forward trying to bury the digit inside her.

He ran his finger over the small bump above her slit. Then he licked her clit. She cried out around his cock and he felt a burst of pussy juice cover his face. He knew she hadn't cum but he figured she wasn't far from it. He tightened his arm around her. Holding her close to his face. He licked at her clit again as he finally slipped a finger inside her. Her pussy clenched down on it. She had strong muscles and it took a minute for him to be able to move his finger.

She was going at his cock with a gusto and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back. He figured he'd better get busy if he wanted this little sex fiend to cum with him. He pushed a second and then a third finger inside her. Slamming them forcefully in and out. Leslie was moaning like crazy around his cock. He locked his lips on her clit and bit down gently with his teeth. This drove Leslie crazy and she started humping at his face as she sucked harder on his cock.

Her mouth was moving at what seemed like light speed over him. "God, she's a hot little bitch." he thought to himself. He fucked her face as he continued to suck at her pussy. It wasn't long before she was crying and whimpering. He tightened his hold on her to keep her pussy wedged against his face. He felt the cum sliding through his cock and knew there was no chance to warn her. He sucked harder at her clit and slammed his fingers harder inside her hoping she would cum.

She must of have liked the first blast he sent into her mouth because her pussy muscles suddenly tightened almost painfully around his fucking fingers. She moaned loudly around his cock and he could tell she was swallowing as hard and fast as she could.

When her pussy muscles relaxed and he was able to free his fingers, he tore his fingers from her and locked his mouth on her slit. He dug his tongue as far inside her as he could reach. She bucked against him while she let out a loud squeal. He lowered his eyes to see her holding his cock in her hand while she had her head thrown back and her eyes closed. "Tonguefuck me mister." She cried. "Tonguefuck my hot little pussy."

Patrick's cock had gone soft after cumming but as he tonguefucked her pussy mercilessly. He felt it begin to rise again. He rolled her over onto her back and buried his face deep in her pussy. She was clenching her hands on his ass-cheeks as she thrust her pussy against his face. "Oh fuck me. I'm gonna cum again." She cried.

He dove his tongue in and out of her pussy like a small cock while he dragged his nail painfully over her clit. His reward was a mouthful of juice as he came around his fucking tongue. "Fuck....I'm cummmmiinnnngggg..." She screamed as she dug her nails painfully into the skin of his ass. He cringed at the pain but didn't stop his moving tongue. Finally she relaxed under him and he licked her out slowly not wanting to miss a single drop.

By this time his cock was rock hard again and leaking cock snot like crazy. He knew he had to be inside her. It didn't matter if she was 19, 29 or 39. He needed to fuck her and he needed to fuck her now.

He quickly turned around on her and lifted her legs up over his shoulders. Then he leaned down until her legs were touching her chest. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her eyes widened as she was quickly impaled on his cock. "Oh yes...Fuck mee..." She cried trying to lift her hips against him.

Patrick growled and started thrusting powerfully into her. He could feel his cock bumping against the insides of her pussy and she was just crying out for more. "Fuck mee...Fuck me hard...Pound the shit out of my pussy." She screamed.

Patrick closed his eyes as he pummeled her pussy. His cock battered the tender flesh inside but he was to far gone to care. She ran her nail down his chest and he hissed at the pain.

He looked down at her and she smiled. He retaliated by slamming his cock painfully into her a couple of times. "Ohhhhhh..." She cried in surprise.

He gripped her hair in his hand. Not hard, but hard enough to pull her face back. "You like that you little cock sucking bitch." he growled close to her face. "You like my cock walloping the shit out of your pussy?"

"Yessssssssss....She screamed with her eyes wide open. "Fuck the shit out of my pussy mister. Fuck me till I can't sit down for a week. Oh god...I'm gonna cum." He felt her pussy muscles tighten around his cock and it took a sheer force of will to pull his cock from her spasming pussy and cum on her stomach.

"Oh God." He moaned closing his eyes as he let stream after stream shoot onto her stomach. He didn't notice her bring her hand down to the mess and run her finger through it then bring her finger to her mouth. "Mmmmmmm..." She moaned sucking his cum off her finger.

Patrick opened his eyes and smiled as he flopped over onto his back. "Tell me you have a boyfriend." He said turning to look at her.

She giggled as she put more of his cum in her mouth. "Yea...he can't keep up with me either."

Patrick just shook his head.





After Leslie left, Patrick lay back on the bed, sated but confused. Who was the little girl he saw bouncing on her father's lap in his head. Now that he thought about it, she did look a lot like him. Same color hair and eyes. "Is that my daughter?" He asked out loud to the empty room.

He shook his head and rolled over onto his side closing his eyes. He dreamed about a small woman with a beautiful smile and two beautiful little girls. Both of whom looked just like him. They seemed to be at the end of a tunnel but the closer he got to them, the further away they seemed. He screamed out their names when they were suddenly pulled from him by a hard wind. He woke with the name Laurie on his lips and tears in his eyes.

He sat up suddenly in bed. The morning sunshine was coming through the window. He didn't know how much it would help but he jumped out of bed grabbing the phone and Helen's note. He sat back down on the bed and started dialing.

The phone rang three times before a sleepy, male voice answered. "Hello?"

"Um...Yes...is Helen there?" Patrick asked hesitantly.

"Just a minute." He heard muted voices. "I think it's one of your John Doe's."

Then he heard Helen's voice. "Hello...?"

"Helen...? This is..." he stopped then remember what she called him. "This is John. From the hotel."

He heard her rustling. "John...Hi...Is everything okay?"

Patrick broke out in a cold sweat. "I don't know. I hate to bother you at home but is there anyway you can come over? I don't know what it means or even if it was real but I think I dreamed about my family last night."

There was silence on the other end of the phone then... "I'll be there in 20 minutes."

Patrick hung up the phone shaking.

He quickly jumped in the shower and dressed and was eating a bowl of Raisin Bran when there was a knock at the door. He answered it quickly. Helen stood there dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and sandals. "Sorry it's actually my day off." She said sheepishly.

Patrick just smiled and moved back so she could come into the room, closing the door behind her. "It's okay." He sat back down on the bed and continued to eat.

"You said you thought you dreamed about your family last night?" She asked sitting on the bed next to him.

He drank down the milk then put the empty bowl on the table by the bed. "Yea...I was in a tunnel. There was this petite woman with strawberry blonde hair. She was holding the hands of two little girls. Both of who look just like me." He looked at her. "They were crying out daddy and there was tears streaming down their cheeks. She kept saying Patrick come home." He stopped talking for a minute. "I think that's my name. Patrick."

She rested her hand on his leg. "Okay...Well at least we have a first name now. Any idea what your last name is?"

He just shook his head. She squeezed his leg lightly. "It's okay. It's a start. Go on."

He took a deep breath. "They were suddenly pulled away by a hard wind. I remember calling out their names. Patricia, Kathy and Laurie. I woke up with the name Laurie on my lips and tears in my eyes."

Helen nodded. It wasn't uncommon for amnesiacs to get their memory back during so short a time. She figured something must have triggered a memory but she wasn't sure what it could be.

She looked around the hotel room but didn't see anything different then what she had left yesterday. She nibbled absently at her lower lip. She turned back to him. "Did you go anywhere or meet anyone after I left yesterday?"

Patrick thought about the hot sex he had had with Leslie and blushed. "Actually the managers daughter introduced herself." He didn't mention that he had fucked her brains out.

Helen nodded. "Leslie is a good kid. I bring most of my John Doe's here. The managers help to make them comfortable.

Patrick thought again at how well Leslie had made him comfortable. "What does she have to do with it?" He asked trying to ignore his growing cock.

Helen was distracted and didn't notice. "Hm...I wonder if maybe something about her triggered a memory."

Patrick was looking at her tits. But at her words, raised his eyes to hers. "When I first saw her, I had a vision of a little girl bouncing on her dad's lap. I think it might have been my daughter."

Helen nodded. "It's possible she looks somewhat like your daughter."

"Yeah..." Patrick responded.

She looked at him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "If we can find your family we will Patrick. I promise." He nodded.

She stood up to leave. "I'll pay for you here a couple more days. Where I was gonna take you afterwards fell through and I need time to find you another place."

He nodded absently. She looked at him but was sure he couldn't see her. He was lost in his own thoughts. "I'll go into the office with the information you gave me and see if anything comes up." Again he nodded. With one more tender look at him, she left.


Chapter 4

Patrick spent the next 3 days cooped up in the hotel room. He watched some TV but couldn't seem to keep his mind on anything. But the fourth day he was going stir crazy. He hadn't seen Leslie or Helen again. He didn't dream about his family again but he did wake up with tears in his eyes. He was confused and frustrated because he didn't know who he was.

On the forth day, he was sitting on the bed pulling on the cowboy boots Helen had brought him. He was going to go for a walk. When suddenly there was a knock at the door. Getting up he answered it.

Helen stood there holding a piece of paper in her hand and a huge smile on her face. "Does the name Patrick Wallace mean anything to you?" She asked stepping into the room and closing the door behind her.

He sat down on the bed and looked at her. "Patrick Wallace?"

She sat down on the bed beside him and read off the paper in her hand. "Patrick Wallace, age 35. Married to Patricia Constance Wallace, age 32. Married for 15 years. Have two twin girls, Kathy and Laurie, age 12." She looked up at him then back to the paper in her hand.

"Patrick is an ad executive for NIO Industries based out of Portland, Oregon. He came to Chicago a week ago for a business meeting and never returned back home. His wife called the office and the airlines but no one had seen or heard from him since he left the office after the meeting." She pulled a picture out of her pocket and handed it to him.

It was of him and the three women he saw in his dream. They were standing on the beach smiling at the camera. He flipped the picture over. "Seaside Oregon, June 2005." he read.

He turned the picture back over. Then he closed his eyes as memories flew over him. He had left the meeting at 5:00. He was tired and just wanted to get back to the hotel and sleep until his flight the next day. The street was deserted and the sky was darkening as night came on. He shivered in his coat and pulled his coat closer to him. Suddenly two guys came out of nowhere. They kicked him to the ground and stole his money, wedding ring and briefcase. To make sure he didn't go anywhere anytime soon, they stripped him naked then knocked him unconscious before running away.

He looked into Helen's smiling face. "I remember." He said softly.

She nodded as tears filled her eyes. "I punched in the names you told me about yesterday. Nothing came up. Then I was at home last night watching the news with my husband." he cringed when she mentioned husband.

She didn't seem to notice though. "Anyway, there was a woman and two children standing in front of a house. The woman was begging for anyone with information about her husband to call and a number panned across the screen along with a picture of you."

Patrick felt tears fill his eyes and closed them as he clutched the photo to his chest. "I called the hotline number and was connected with your wife. I told her who I was and that I thought I had her husband here. We talked for a while and they caught the first flight out this morning."

That got his attention and he looked at her. "They're here?" He asked his voice breaking.

Helen got up and walked over to the door. She opened it and nodded to someone outside. Patrick barely had time to react before his wife and two children walked into the room. All three of them had tears running down their cheeks. The twins tore their hands from their mothers and launched themselves at Patrick. "Daddy." They cried in unison as they clung to him.