The Hotel Screamer

“I hope you enjoy your stay with us, Mr. Sutton,” the woman behind the London hotel desk smiled at me. She spoke with a fitting, posh English accent.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I will,” I smiled back, allowing myself to check her out a moment. I think she was about 40 years old, not that it was easy to tell with her makeup and smooth, pale skin. Her fiery, wavy red hair fell past her shoulders, to her plunging neckline, to her big, proud breasts. I was worried I was being too obvious, but I saw her big blue eyes smiling at me. I didn’t think she minded. That easy smile on her as she watched me studying her. Those dimples.

“If there’s anything I can do to make your stay more pleasurable, please do let me know.” She was almost certainly flirting with me, but it can be hard to tell. Plus I was exhausted. So I nodded sheepishly and took my bags up to my room.

The moment the hotel room door closed behind me, I let my bags fall to the floor. I draped my suit jacket over the couch en route to the bed and did a trust-fall backwards into the embrace of the luxury bedding on the king mattress. I undid my necktie and unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt before halting. It feels so good to surrender sometimes.

Between the redeye to London flight and the all-day negotiation, I was wiped. Fortunately it was going well—we had more to hash out, but our counterparties had caved on major points for us. This would close soon.

The hotel was nice, too. Good bed, marble bathroom with a soaking tub, floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the nearby park. It was an old hotel, but I much preferred the classic architecture vibe to some business district glass tower above the Thames. The sun was just about down setting. I’d stay up a bit longer to avoid a late-night, jet lagged wake-up.

Or so I told myself. The next thing I knew, I was groggily opening my eyes to a night-darkened room and the sound of . . . God help me, shrieking.

“Baby!” A female voice cried through the wall. That was the problem with these old hotels: Even when they had modern renovations, they rarely did anything to dampen sound between rooms. So now I’d listen to some woman’s nighttime hysterics.

“Great,” I muttered as I wrapped a pillow around my ears.

“Baby, baby, yes!” The voice yelled again. An American accent. And now a clapping sound. Followed by an unintelligible, lower-pitched voice. My brain was waking up—this didn’t sound like a phone call or idle chatter.

“Oh, fuck, smash that pussy!” The voice moaned. Now I got it: some chick was getting fucked. “Ugh, I love iiit!” The voice was high and clear. She sounded like a porn star who might actually be getting off—for real—in a scene she’s shooting. And I have a weakness for a woman who’s vocalizing her love of how she’s getting dicked down.

Between the sex noises and having just awoken, I was rock-hard. My length was straining uncomfortably in the suit trousers I hadn’t taken off. I undid my belt and pushed down the trousers. My hand dashed into the waistband of my boxer-briefs and gripped my thickness. Even in my big hands, my girth was a handful. And I could feel I was already dripping preejaculate.

“Harder!” She begged through the wall. I started stroking my fist down my dick. ”Harder, baby. Fucking use this pussy!” The fleshy smacking sounds got louder. “Yeeesss, pump me deeeeep!” She whined in ecstasy.

My mind sketched her up as I stroked my precum-slicked dick. TikTok gym girl: long hair, slim waist, bubble butt jiggling as she got it clapped by this lucky guy’s pelvis. Sleep in my brain made the images extra vivid.

“You like it rough, bitch,” I grunted to myself as I worked my dick, imagining I was the guy bending over this hot little firecracker. I kept my voice low—if I could hear her, then at some volumes she’d be able to hear me. And I didn’t exactly want her to know she had a neighbor perving out.

“Treat me like a slut, baby!” She called out to her lover. “C’mon! Leave me sore! Treat me like a little slut!” I hoped this guy knew how lucky he was to get a girl who begged for it all nasty like that.

“Nooo, not yet! Keep fucking me!” She complained. “I’m so close, I’m so close. Hold it back and then give me your load.” Her guy must’ve been on the bring of cumming too quickly for her tastes. Not that I can blame him with a woman who sounded so sexy. The flesh-slapping sounds ceased. But I kept going.

“Daddy’s going to make sure you cum like a whore before he gives you this nut,” I muttered as I masturbated. I always took a while to cum. I often felt self-conscious about that, but most women I’d been with would wax poetic about my staying power. (One had complained. “I can’t get pounded by something that big for so long,” she’d griped one night. She had me finish up by jerking off on her tits while she rubbed her pussy. Which was hot in its own right.)

“Fine, just finger me then,” the woman demanded. I was only getting one side of the conversation, but she sounded disappointed. “Finger me harder! Harder!” She barked, her volume ramping back up. “Yes, baby, make me drench the sheets! Put it in my mou—rm glrg glrghh. Ah, fuck yes, make me taste my pussy!” I imagined her laid out on her back, perky tits pointed at the ceiling as this dude fucked her face. “Glrgh rngh!”She was glugging like a throat goat loudly enough that I heard her through the wall. That was fucking hot.

“You like tasting your wrecked whore cunt, slut?” I sneered, feeling my own orgasm approaching. “Yeah, let Daddy own that throat like he owns your pussy. Fuck.” Would this be the rare quickie for me? “You want it down your throat? Want Daddy spraying straight into your tummy?” My own dirty talk was getting me closer.

She was moaning again. “Oh, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—no, why’d you—ew, Jack!” Moans had once again turned to complaints.

And now I was curious. The sudden gripes staunched my orgasm.

“It’s all over my face. You came so much.” She sounded legitimately surprised. “You love my mouth and pussy, don’t you?” Her voice drifted back to a sexy lilt.

“Your holes deserve every fucking drop,” I said to myself, accelerating my masturbating. I was throbbing. She sounded so hot. I imagined her, face dripping with spunk, spreading her legs wide so I could enjoy her pussy to completion.

“Yes, I want you to keep fingering me, Jack!” She yelped like it was obvious. “I was so close.” Then a pause. “No, baby. Come on!” Another pause. “Don’t you want to see me cum with your cum all over my face?” Another pause. “Fine! Then I’ll do it myself.” Whatever this Jack character had going for him, it must not have included making sure a woman got hers once he got his. That poor girl.

“Fuck, I’m so wet. Do you hear how gushy my pussy is?” She moaned. That got me back to stroking my dick. I felt a big glob of precum leak out.

“Yeah,” I said back, surely too quietly to be heard. “I can feel it, too. Can feel that cunt getting juicier on my cock. Fucking take it, bitch. Take Daddy’s dick. Be a good cumdump and let me spunk you deep.”

“Oooh I’m a cum covered whore!” She wailed. “Fuck! Fuck! I want more. More cum. Spurt it inside me. Oh! Fuck! I’m cumming!”

I squeezed my cock in my pistoning fist, trying to mimic the feel of an orgasmic, clasping pussy. “Gonna breed you good, baby. Fuck yes. Nasty whores deserve multiple loads.” I was so close!

“I know you’re not going to cum again, Jack,” she sniped, clearly responding to something her lover had just said. “It was just dirty talk. And why can’t you keep fingering me just because you’re done?” Then another pause. “Oh my god, fine! At least bring me a towel and some water.”

I rolled my eyes. Whatever was going on over there, I needed to get mine. “You want it, slut?” I snarled. “Want me to creampie that pretty pussy? Fuck yeah, take this fucking load nice and deep!” I got louder as I felt my spunk rocket up through my cock. “Fuck!” I grunted I came. I imagined pressing deliciously into her gym bunny cervix as I flooded her. A rope of semen lashed across my chest, hitting the exposed skin exposed by my partially unbuttoned shirt. Another landed on my lower chest and stomach. And another. And another. I angled my cock as it continued to push out its climax.

When I finished shooting, I was sweaty and annoyed with myself. In my haste to cum to the sounds of the sexy girl next door, I hadn’t grabbed anything for cleanup. Now I was soaked in my own semen. But at least I’d kept the mess to my shirt. Getting cum out of cotton was far easier than getting it out of tailored woolen suit trousers.

I unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way and took it off. I used it to mop up the mess I’d made and tossed it, crumpled, to the floor. As I fell back asleep, I amused myself with the thought of billing hotel dry cleaning as a business travel expense.

* * * * *

When I woke next I was just in my boxer briefs on top of the bed covers. Sunlight was hitting my face and diagnaling across my bare torso. It must have been early still. That’s what I get for not closing the curtains.

I looked at my phone. 6:41. At least that was convenient. I dismissed the phone’s notification for the 6:55 alarm and picked myself off the bed. My suit trousers were on the carpeted hotel floor, along with the crumpled wad that was my soiled dress shirt. The night came back to me. I chuckled as I recalled the fun I’d had listening to my neighbors. I twisted my torso from side to side, stretching my muscles. My cock was straining with morning wood. I was still horny thinking about what I had overheard, but I didn’t want to spend the time getting off again. I went to pee, which mostly took care of the erection. Enough that I could slip on the swim trunks I brought with me without feeling like I was showing off my size to whoever might see me in the hotel halls. I may be a kinky pervert, but I’m not a jerk.

I kicked my feet into the white slippers the hotel had provided—“one size fits all,” so small for me, but serviceable—and made my way out of my room and towards the swimming pool. When I got there, a pleasant desk attendant handed me a towel and said to let him know if I needed anything. Unlike with the redheaded check-in woman, I didn’t linger with him.

I set my towel down on a poolside chair along with my t-shirt and kicked off the slippers. I jumped right into the water. Invigorating cold overwhelmed me. It wasn’t comfortable, but the discomfort made me feel awake. And soon it didn’t feel cold at all. I began to swim my laps. Water and exertion carried me to the realm of the living.

While I had been the only person at the pool when I arrived, I noticed , after maybe fifteen minutes of swim time, that I was no longer alone. On the lip of the pool, her feet dangling into the water, sat a woman in a black one-piece. She had long, dark hair and definitely would be categorized as “thick”: full, high C-cup breasts, a strong-looking waist, and full, plush thighs that I immediately wanted to sink my teeth into. Her oval face had a classic beauty to it, like a Victorian portrait redone for the Instagram age.

When she turned to the side to go down the pool ladder, my cock throbbed: She had a huge, bubbly, juicy ass! It leapt out from her waist , like two half beach balls that jiggled with her movements. That bathing suit was clearly not designed for a body like hers. It cut into her ass cheeks, threatening to become a thong on her.

She looked at me over her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed and she grinned. I smiled back, a bit embarrassed to have been caught checking her out when we were the only ones here. So I turned and resumed swimming laps.

When I made it to the lip of the pool, she was again sitting with her feet in the water. Except now she was looking right at me. “How are you swimming in this?” She asked with a clear American accent. “It’s so cold!”

I smiled back. “It’s nice once you’re in.”

“If I go in, my nipples are going to tear through my bathing suit.” She looked halfway between concerned and knowingly teasing.

“Good thing no one is here then,” I quipped.

“Um, you’re here,” she grinned, tipping her head slightly to the side. Her brown eyes twinkled playfulness.

“In water-space, no one can see your nips,” I rasped.

“Yeah, Mr. Swimmer?” She asked. “Or do you just want a peak?”

I shrugged. “I won’t look if you don’t want me to. Scout’s honor.” As I said this, I raised an arm out of the water and, with my palm turned towards her, crossed my middle finger behind my index finger.

“Ha ha,” she intoned, still smiling. “Very funny, Mr. Swimmer.”

“It’s Mr. Sutton, actually,” I retorted.

“I prefer Mr. Swimmer. You swim well.”

“I do have the arms for it.”

“Yes. Very . . . long.”

“And a man must make good use of his length.” The words rushed from mouth before I could think. My face dropped. That felt like I had gone too far, too quickly.

But she was still smiling. “Good length gets the job done right.” Fuck, she sounded sexy. And now she was biting her lower lip.

I hoisted myself out of the pool, hopping to my feet so I stood over her. She was looking up at me. Her eyes passed over my bulge. I wasn’t hard, but the wet fabric cradled it obviously.

I leaned slightly at the waist and extended my right arm. “David,” I said, introducing myself.

She took my hand in hers. “Ellen,” she replied, gripping my fingers gently. Her skin felt lovely. I didn’t want to take my hand back ,but I didn’t want to be a weirdo, so I did.

“What brings you to London, Ellen?” I asked.

“My boyfriend.” She was still smiling at me. I hoped I wasn’t wearing my disappointment on my face.

“Oh? Are you two long distance?” A boyfriend! Dammit.

“No. Long distance? Ew. That wouldn’t work for me.” She shook her head. “No, he has some work thing here. I I came along to have a good time. Remote work makes that easy.”

“That’s nice,” I managed to say. Yeah, sure. A nice time for him, maybe. Her ass was splatting invitingly on the surfacing under her. Lucky bastard. He had this big-assed cutie flying out to share a hotel bed with him. Some of us had to make do with our hands, buddy!

“It was supposed to be. He woke me up early—he cannot get up quietly to save his balls—and started saying ‘Fuck! Fuck!’ I was sleeping.”

“Ah, that’s why you’re up at this ungodly hour.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “and I know he’s stressed, you know? It’s some big project here or something. I get it. I know what work pressures are like. But, dude, come on.”

“I’d be pissed.”

“Oh, I am. But I tried to be nice. ‘Aw, baby, what is it?’ I tried to sound really sweet, you know? But he just kept whining about having to wake up for the meeting with the team back in Boston. And you know what? He’d known about this stupid Zoom meeting since before we got on the plane. It wasn’t new!”

I nodded. “Selfish guy.”

“Yeah! So he’s stressed, and I’m always horny in the mornings. So I told him I could suck his dick so he would feel good in time for the meeting. I’m really good at blowjobs.” She offered casually.

I clamped my mouth shut. I didn’t want to say something too stupid in response, but I had no idea what to say. Because, well, what does a man say when a cute girl he just met in a hotel casually offers that she was trying to suck some dick a little while ago and that she’s good at it?

“He, uh, didn’t take you up on that?” I asked. Apparently that’s what this man says to that.

“No, he said said he was too busy. ‘Too busy, babe.’ That’s literally all he said! Then he put on his clothes and left. Just like that! He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t, like, apologize for waking me up. He didn’t give me a kiss good morning or tell me he was, like, happy I was there with him. He just LEFT!”

“Dick move.” Yes, I actually said that.

“Right? So then I was, like, fine, I’m pissed off, but I can have some fun myself and fall back asleep. So I reach for my vibrator, and guess what? The battery is dead. Dead! So then I’m angry and double-frustrated. And now I’m here, because I couldn’t fall back asleep in that mood without cumming or doing something else.” She looked truly upset. I couldn’t tell if she was flirting with me by sharing all these details or genuinely complaining to complain. As if it were normal to tell a stranger that you had a boyfriend who didn’t let you suck him off and to add that you couldn’t even use your sex toy to take care of yourself.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I said. “I’d offer you my vibrator,” I started, “but I think left it in my other bathing suit.”

Her angry face shifted to amusement. “Yeah? What kind of vibrator is it?”

“Uh, a Lelo,” I said.

“A Lelo!” She was excited, almost childlike. “Mine is a Lelo. Hm,” she kept going, “I bet it’s charged by now.” She stood up, coming about up to my chest. She must’ve been 5’5” or so. Her thighs jiggled far less than one would expect given their eye-drawing thickness. She must work out quite a bit, I thought.

“So no need to stay at the pool,” I offered.

“I’m on vacation. Why would I start the day by freezing my ass off in the water when I could start the day by cumming?”

“You know, when you put it like that, it’s a pretty strong argument.” I was pretty sure that this was flirting. She’d basically just told me she was leaving to masturbate. But her tone confused me. She sounded so blasé about it. She started walking out, her back and juicy rump now fully towards me. Smooth, rounded cheeks barely contained by her swimsuit.

She looked back over her shoulder. “I guess I’ll see you later, Mr. David Sutton.” Her eyes narrowed and her lips grinned. OK, now this was flirting. And my dick had noticed. It throbbed.

“Please,” I said,” That’s ‘Sir Dr. David Sutton, PhD.’” I was glad I found the words.

“Mhm. Yes, sir.” She replied sexily as she left.

Well, fuck. There’s my morning wood again. I grabbed my things and jetted back to my room, stripped off, and got in the rainfall standing shower. As warm water streamed down my back, I admired my tall, post-swim-toned body in the mirror across from the shower stall. Fuck, I bet Ellen was looking at me. I’m a good looking guy, and I’ve got a good looking cock. Circumcised, long, and thick.

Long enough to get the job done for Ellen, I thought to myself. I lathered up with the L’Occitane shower gel the hotel had provided and began to stroke my dick. “Fuck,” I grunted. I imagined that big ass of hers. That sweet bounce when she walked away. Even sexier to me than the imagined gym bunny next door. “Fuck,” I moaned again as I jerked myself. I imagined her bending over and spreading her cheeks. Pulling that bathing suit to the side for me. Exposing her pussy and her little puckered asshole. God damn, that was a nice picture to beat my meat to. I’d drop to my knees, palms pulling her ass apart, and lick right on up from her clit to her asshole. Make her moan like a dirty bitch.

I’d ask her, ‘You like that?’ She’d moan and agree. And I’d lick her little backdoor again. And I’d make her talk more. ‘You like what? Tell me.’ And she’d be a good girl. ‘Oh, I like it when you lick me there.’ ‘Where,’ I’d say, slapping her big ass. ‘My ass, fuck, please lick my ass!’ She’d beg. I bet she’d sound so good begging.

What if she got with the girl I heard through the wall last night? Fuck, that was a nice thought. “Suck these balls while she sucks my dick,” I said into the shower water. “Yeah, work for my load, girls.” They’d suck me good. Like good little whores.

‘Yes, Daddy,’ the girl from last night would say. In my mind’s eye, Ellen was sucking my dick, doing a good glug glug glug in her throat, just like my next door neighbor had on her own guy. Meanwhile, last night girl would slobber on my balls.

God damn. Fuck. This felt great.

“Coating both your faces, sluts,” I announced. “Yeah, take this load. Fucking lick it off each other.” And I shot. Pearly ropes of my balljuice splattered the glass wall of the shower stall. I was staying horny as I came, and I was picturing more filth. Ellen fucking her own face down my spewing dick, aiming it at her slutty face, aiming it at the other girl. Drenching each other in me. Fuck, I was really decorating the glass. ‘Mmm, give me more of Daddy’s cum,’ Ellen would say, running her tongue up Last Night Girl’s cheek before licking it into her new slutty friend’s mouth. Last Night Girl would grab Ellen’s thick, fat ass and pull her into her, nastily swapping the jizz they’d got me to spunk all over them.

I stumbled back against the tiled shower wall. “Fuck,” I happily sighed. My balls already ached. I had busted pretty hard last night, and this last load felt even bigger. Phew.

I gave myself a minute before turning off the water and toweling off. I grabbed another towel to wipe my semen off the shower glass. That would be a rude thing to leave for the cleaning staff.

I got dressed to head to the London office. With well-drained balls, I figured I might as well get there early and get organized.

Before I did, I put my cum-stained dress shirt from the night before in one of the laundry bags that had been provided in the room.

* * * * *

I got back from work in the early evening and headed upstairs to change out of my suit and into more casual clothes. I wanted to try this restaurant and cocktail bar one of my colleagues had recommended, and a suit seemed out of place in the trendy neighborhood I was headed to.

But as I was changing, I heard fighting through the wall. “I said we can’t tonight, ok?” A man’s voice barked.

“We can just go later!” A voice called back. Wait, I thought.

“I’ll be too tired. I’ll just want room service. Go without me if you want.”

“Fine, I will! Thanks for trying to get away from work for me.” She sounded pissed off and sarcastic. “This is exactly what I wanted.”

But that voice! That was Ellen. Right? I was like 80% sure.

I heard a heavy door slam. Had I been wearing a shirt, I would’ve poked my head into the hall to see if I could catch a glimpse of the woman from next door. Instead, I looked through the peephole in the door. But I didn’t see anyone go by.

* * * * *

I got back later that night, around 10:30 or so. The restaurant had been fine, but my brain had stayed embarrassingly fixated on whether the sexy woman I’d met in the pool was the howling slut I’d heard get railed last night. I decided I should get into bed and lose myself in a book. Fortunately, I had brought a copy of Demon Copperhead with me.

I’d been reading for a while, but, much to my voyeuristic chagrin, I didn’t hear anything fun through the wall. I fell asleep.

But, when I woke up the next morning, I got an earful.

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” The woman next door cried. It was like a fucking invitation, so I started stroking my morning wood.

“Ride me awake, slut. Yeah, good girl.” I said dirtily. “Cream my prick you sexy slut. Love how those tits bounce.” In my mind, I was grabbing Ellen’s thick thighs and reaching behind to grope her fat ass while she bounced up and down my dick.

“Fuck yes! I love it!” It had to be Ellen. It just did.

“Be Daddy’s squirter as I breed you,” I encouraged, urging on my imagined lover. “Want to feel you cum like a bitch when I blow my load up you.”

If we’d been fucking for real—and not just in my brain as I masturbated—I would’ve smacked Ellen’s ass hard. To make her feel like an owned plaything.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Cried the voice next door. Sure, I’ll take that as imagined squirting. I loved a woman’s orgasm, squirting or otherwise. Seeing a woman overwhelmed with the pleasure you inflict on her. It’s profoundly sexy.

I kept stroking, hoping to hear more, but I got nothing. Instead, I imagined Ellen bending over for a rough doggy-style fuck. I was grabbing her hips, pulling her back into me, as I slammed my dick up her cunt.

‘Don’t pull out, I’m squirting, I’m squirting on your cock!’ I imagined her saying.

It wasn’t long before I was cumming. I imagined her saying, ‘Oh, fuck, it’s so warm! Spray it all in me. Get my slutty cunt pregnant!’ In my mind, as I shot off, I did exactly that. Pumped her hard. Harder and harder as I doused her cervix in spunk, really hammering it home.

“Tell your shit boyfriend it’s his kid,” I murmured as I flooded her imaginary tubes with my swimmers. “We’ll both know you’re my owned bitch. You get bred with my babies.”

‘Yes, Daddy, own my womb!’ She’d say back, looking over her shoulder and sticking her tongue out for me to spit in her mouth. So I could soil that, too, as my DNA placed a nine-month claim on her uterus.

Another awesome morning orgasm. This was shaping up to be a way better business trip than usual.

This time I had grabbed a few tissues from the box on the nightstand, so I just chucked the goopy paper into the bin and got ready for the day. I didn’t have to be into the office for a bit, and the weather was unseasonably nice for London. I decided I’d head out early and walk to work.

* * * * *

As I rounded the hallway corner back towards my room that evening, I finally saw a man come out of the room next door. He was about my age in dark rimmed glasses. Four inches shorter than me or so. Clean shaven in a t-shirt with some logo on it.

“Hi,” I nodded. He nodded back, saying nothing, and stood outside the door. Was he waiting for someone else inside?

Wanting to buy myself a little bit of extra time in the hall, I pulled out my wallet and started searching for the hotel room’s keycard. I knew well it was in my suit jacket pocket, but I figured that Ellen might stick her head out.

I sifted through my wallet for a long time. At least it felt too long for me to have much left by way of plausibility deniability about whether I was really looking for the key. So I closed up my wallet and patted my jacket pocket.

“Ah, right,” I said out loud. Out of the corner of eye, I could see my neighbor was not looking at me at all. He was looking at his iPhone.

I started going into my room. Rats, I thought. I could’ve fumbled for way longer—not like that guy was paying attention.

But, right as my foot crossed the threshold, a woman came out of the room next door!

And . . . it was not Ellen. At all. It was some skinny blonde. Ringlet curls past her shoulders, pixie face, bright blue eyes. Her pink lips had a feline mischief to them when she walked out that door. But when she looked at me, her cheeks flushed and she averted her eyes downward.

She looked back up. “Hello,” she said softly, turning to me.

“Hi,” I said back. The pitch of her voice was about right.

“Ready?” The man said to her. He looked cross.

“Um, yeah.” She replied.

“Did you forget anything?”

“No, it’s all here,” she said to him, patting a small shoulder bag she carried. It wasn’t just the pitch, but the timbre of her voice. Well, shit. This was the woman I heard getting fucked.

The two of them started walking away together. She looked over her shoulder at me and saw me watching her. She was still blushing. She must be embarrassed at meeting a guy who heard her getting pounded out, I thought. I might’ve blushed, too, under the circumstances. I did get to admire her ass in her jeans, a compact little bubble butt. Nice, but definitely had nothing on Ellen.

* * * * *

I went out for dinner with my colleagues and came back to the hotel after. As I entered the lobby, I saw Ellen, sitting on a couch, alone, in the hotel’s bar and restaurant.

I walked over, right past the hostess desk. Ellen was sipping a drink in a tumbler glass through a little red straw, and she was wearing a strapless black cocktail dress. “Ellen,” I said. She turned her head and looked up to face me. Recognition set into her face. She smiled attractively.

“Mr. David Sutton, sir,” she mused.

“What about my other titles?”

“What about them?” She smirked. I smiled. She was clever.

“Why are you drinking alone?” I asked.

She sighed. “Why do you think? Because my boyfriend is lame!” He’s been in the room all day, working or taking calls. It’s so annoying.”

“He’s still up there?”

“Yeah! Except now that I’m not there, he’s apparently going to go out to a ‘late brainstorm sesh’ with his team.” She made air quotes with her fingers for those last words. “It’s been ridiculous. Whenever I want to do anything, he has to work. And he keeps backing out of the dates I put together for us! All he does is work on his laptop or hop on Zoom calls.”

“Huh. Then why did he have to come to London? It sounds like his work is just remote.”

“That’s what I said! And do you know what he said? Do you know what that—that jerk—said to me? He said ‘you don’t understand business.’”

“Wow.”

“I totally understand business!” She proclaimed. “I’m not exactly floundering in my field. Asshole.” She huffed and took a long suck on the little red straw in her drink.

“Even if you were, I feel like you don’t say things like that to people. It’s rude. Serves no purpose.”

“But I do understand business!”

I laughed. “I’m sure you do. That makes it worse.”

“Yeah. Thank you.” She looked relieved at the validation. “Do you want to join me?” She asked. “I hate drinking alone.”

“Sure,” I said. I sat down and ordered the house take on an old fashioned, made with some special English tea blend. It was good, but any drink would’ve been good in these circumstances: Ellen and I had a lovely time. And I mean lovely. We laughed. We shared a taste in music. The conversation flowed naturally; she’d ramble about her work, her high, bright voice accelerating and decelerating with the pace of her feelings. She complained about lots, too. Most particularly about her boyfriend, but also her siblings, her parents.

The easy of conversation only made her more attractive. I couldn’t help but notice how good she smelled. After we finished our drinks, I ordered a second round. When I looked back at her–her I put my eyes back on her as soon as the waiter walked away. I could feel the telltale signs of lust. My jaw was trembling slightly. My cock was leaking precum in my trousers. I hadn’t felt this seized with anxious excitement on a date since I’d been, what, nineteen years old or so?

I felt her flirting back, too. But the feeling was soon dashed. “OK,” she said, “I should get back upstairs and see if my boyfriend is still alive or if work finally killed him.”

“Right. Yeah, I guess it’s late for me.”

“Unless you want to swim with a hangover tomorrow morning,” she teased.

“I’ll do a lot for love, but I won’t do that,” I quipped.

She giggled. “You’re funny.”

“Yeah, funny looking,”

“Hah,” she guffawed with a harsh exhale. “You know you’re not.”

“Maybe I want you to tell me all about it,” I replied.

“Maybe at the pool tomorrow morning I will.”

“Planning for your vibrator to be dead again?”

She bit her lip. I thought I could see her rubbing her thighs together, but the lighting was soft and dim, so that could’ve just been dickful (yes, I mean dickful) thinking. “OK, Mister,” she teased. “Maybe you have had enough for tonight.”

I called the waiter over to ask for the check.

“Sure, sir. What’s your room number?”

I told him mine. I looked over at Ellen to see a quizzical look on her face. “Are you paying for my drink?” She asked.

“A small price to pay for your company.”

“Thank you,” she smiled.

We got to the elevator. As we were waiting, she turned to me and said, “You know, hanging out with you was just what I think I needed. Jay’s been so self-centered. It’s nice to have a cute guy listen to my problems for a change and pay for my tequila.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m cute?”

“Mister, if I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d be on my tippy toes with your tongue in my mouth right now.”

“Dump him?” I offered.

“Hardeehar, very funny.”

The elevator came. As we got in, Ellen’s food skidded. “Oh!” She yelped. I tried to grab her to keep her upright, my hands reaching out and finding her hips through her dress. “Ah!” She had caught herself on the back wall of the elevator and shoved off the wall, bumping her big backside into me and knocking me into the elevator buttons.

“You OK?” I asked her. Her back was against my chest.

“Yeah, are you? I thudded into you hard.” I could feel her soft ass against my clothed cock. It wasn’t as soft as one might think looking at her. She must be a strong girl. I wondered how well she could feel me.

“A-OK,” I said.

Ellen pulled herself off me and turned around. She pointed behind me and said, “At least you hit my floor.”

I looked back and saw that I activated the buttons for three hotel floors, including my own. “Got mine too,” I said.

As the elevator rose, I noticed her scent again. A woman who smells as sweet as that isn’t someone you meet every day. But when you do, it stirs the loins something fierce. A sexual magnetism.

She must have noticed me sniffing—or at least noticed something—because she turned towards me and asked, “Are you OK?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Something smells really good.”

“I don’t smell anything.”

I turn to her and smell. “I think it’s your perfume.”

“I’m not wearing any perfume,” she said.

Ah, so that’s just how she smells, I thought: Breedable. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. And she was looking right back.

“You know,” she started, “I only had one drink. I could probably use another.”

The elevator opened to my floor. “Want another?” I asked. Sleep be damned. I’d stay up to hang out with this woman longer.

“Yeah.”

“OK,” I said, stepping out of the elevator. Ellen followed. “We’ll head back down—”

“Or maybe we could use the minibar?” She asked.

I turned to her. “Ellen, I thought—” But she was coming towards me.

Was I about to kiss another man’s girlfriend while he was in his room working in this very hotel?

My mouth found hers. So yes, yes I was.

Her lips immediately parted, our tongues dancing. This close, she somehow smelled even better. I grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed.

“Fuck,” she moaned into my mouth.

“Mm, you like that?” I sighed back into her mouth, kneading her bubbly booty and gently biting her lower lip.

“Fucking love it!” she moaned.

I kissed down her neck. “Fuck,” she moaned. I bit her shoulder. “Fuck,” she moaned again. Suddenly she grabbed my head. “Hey, no marks, no marks!” She whined.

I looked at her. “Yeah. Right.”

“And, maybe . . . . Maybe we just have a drink. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

And there it was: my cresting boner was now falling with disappointment. “It’s fine. We can go down to the bar if you want.” I felt like a card, kissing a taken woman. I could at least by her a drink to make up for it.

“No, the minibar is fine.”

“OK, I said.” I started walking down the hall towards my room.

“Where are you going?” Ellen asked. I looked back at her. She was standing still.

“To my room?” I said, pointing over my shoulder with my thumb.

“Oh. OK.” She followed. When we got to mine, she looked at the door said said, “Here?”

“Yeah,” I replied. She followed me inside.

“How about I mix the drinks? I used to bartend in college.” I nodded. I took a seat on the hotel room couch and watched her hips swing her way to the minibar. It was well stocked. She mixed what looked to me like two dark and stormies. She brought them over and sat down. “Tell me how it is.”

I tasted it right as her thigh brushed against mine.

“It’s delicious. But,” I said, swallowing, “that might be because you smell really good. Perfumes the drink.

Ellen made a hungered face. “How good?”

“So good it’s hard not to bite your neck right now.” I took another sip and fretted I’d made a comment too far. But a sexy woman and liquid courage combined are a hell of a drug.

“David,” she sighed, moving her mouth towards mine again. This time I quickly returned the gesture, kissing her hard.

I had no excuse this time. When Ellen and I had kissed by the elevator, I hadn’t been thinking. Maybe that’s a sin in itself, but it’s a sin of omission. This time, I was thinking clearly. “This hottie has a boyfriend, and I fucking want her.” That’s the voice I heard in my head. “She smells like sex,” the voice urged as our tongues wrestled between our mouths.

I reached under Ellen’s dress and massaged her bare, thick thigh.

“Fuck, I’m so wet,” she moaned into my mouth. She spread her legs wider and grabbed my wrist, steering me towards the lacy thong covering her hot, wet pussy. Fucking hell, she was soaked! I rubbed her juicy mound, feeling her dampness seep through the scant undergarment.

“You like touching this pussy?” She groaned lustily.

“So fucking wet for me. Good girl.” I went back to biting her neck, but more gently this time.

“Yessss,” she moaned. “Make me be a good girl and treat me like a slut!” God damn, those words were a fucking jackpot! She was talking even dirtier than the girl I’d heard getting fucked next door. I pulled her panties to the side and sunk two fingers right up her sopping gash. “Fuck yes! Oh, fuck, do it like that!” I hooked my fingers in a come-hither motion, massaging the front wall of her cunt.

I leaned towards her and pulled her strapless dress down over her tits with my other hand. My eyes were rewarded with her pink, perky nipples. I licked and sucked on her left breast, tracing the nipple with my tongue.

“Oh my god fuck yes!” She moaned. “Fuck. Fuck! You’re going to make me cum.”

“Damn, already?” I was incredulous. Most women do not climax so easily.

“You’re so good at that, and you’ve had me horny all night. Fuck!” I resumed frigging her dripping cunt on my digits. “Fuck!” She called again. I felt the front of her vagina spasming, cumming. Felt like a balloon inflating around me. “Oh fuck cumminnnnnggg!” She shouted her orgasm as her pussy squeezed my fingers off.

“Yeah, cum like a good girl, you nasty little slut!” I jeered as she writhed for me.

“Fuck, fuck, make me cuuuuum!” She threw her head back, arching her spine, letting the pleasure wash over her. When she started to come down from the delicious high, she looked at me, reclined on the couch, panting. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you just did that to me.” She started to sit up.

But hooked fingers keep a slut from moving. She groaned. “Want me to do it again?” I asked.

“I—ooohh—fuck. How are you so good at this?” Her cunt clamped. Was she already having another orgasm? I grabbed her left tit with my free hand and gave her nipple a pinch. “Fuck! Oh fuuuuck!” Her pussy went full vice on my fingers—definitely another orgasm.

I could smell it, too. How hard she was cumming. She reeked like a sweet, fuckable, breedable masterpiece. God damn, how did this sex kitten’s boyfriend not spend all his time inside her?

“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” Ellen panted, her black dress bunched around her waist, her hairless pussy and perky tits in full view. Her thighs jiggled as she came down from her latest cum. “OK, OK.” She scooted back away from me. My fingers fell out of her body. Stained with her honey.

I couldn’t help myself. She was pulling her dress back up over her breasts, and I was looking right in her eyes. So what did I do? Without breaking eye contact, I sucked my cuntcreamed fingers into my mouth and tasted her. Yum. As delicious as she smelled.

“Stop, stop, fuck! Ugh, that’s hot.” She exclaimed, watching me savor her. We weren’t touching at this point. We only watched each other. I stuck my tongue out for emphasis, scraping it between my fingers. I wanted to show her how thoroughly I slurped up her juices. How badly I hungered for her.

“Would be hotter getting your pussy soaking my beard,” I said smugly. I leaned forward and grabbed one of her plush thighs. Did I mention her skin felt wonderful? I started leaning down between her thighs, but Ellen caught my shoulders and set me back upright.

“No, David, we—we can’t.” She set her feet on the floor and looked at me. Her big, brown eyes glistened. Her skin twinkled with perspiration.

“OK,” I confirmed. I slid away from her, closer to the other side of the couch. When a woman says no, that’s to be respected. Without reservation. (Save for those situations where you agree before getting physical that “no” won’t mean no, and that some safeword means no, but I digress.)

“Oh, God, what am I doing?” Ellen grasped her forehead. “I’ve never done anything like this. Never—fuck!—I’ve never . . . cheated before.” She froze after saying the c word. “This was a bad idea,” she continued. “This whole trip was a bad idea. I wanted to have a nice time with him. He’s a good guy, really. I know I’ve been complaining about him,” she pattered, gazing at me like she needed me to understand. “But it’s going well with him. It really is. He can be an idiot and an asshole, but all men can be. I can be a bitch to him, too, but he doesn’t go and cheat on me. Oh, this is so bad. This is so, so bad.”

“Hey,” I sympathized, hoping a softer voice might pull her back to earth, “it’s ok. I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have brought you here. I like flirting with you and talking to you. I should’ve known this would happen, and I knew you had a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, but he’s not your boyfriend! And you didn’t bring me here like I’m some dog crawling on a leash!”

I swallowed. “Hey,“ I said with a pause, ”if we’re trying to cool off right now, maybe don’t make me think about pulling a leash on your neck.”

Ellen blinked. “You’re . . . into that, too?” Her eyes welled with excitement, but quickly crashed back down. “Why do you have to be such a dirty pervert?” Now her eyes were heavy with guilt, but at least there was a hint of a smile across her mouth.

“I don’t know. Why do you have to smell so good?”

She whimpered, paused, and took a breath. “Let’s cool it off, mister man.”

“It’s Mr. Swimmer, actually.” I smirked.

She held my gaze and stuck forward her right hand. “Friends?” Ellen asked.

“Sure,” I said, taking her hand with my own right. “Friends.”

Ellen took a beat. Her eyes were trained on my fingers and up my arm. Maybe she could feel the remnants of her wetness on me. “You do have big hands,” she said.

“And you know what they say about a man with big hands,” I replied, an eyebrow raised.

“It’s not true! I’ve fucked guys with bigger hands than yours who had perfectly normal dicks.”

“Maybe you need more data.” I swear I don’t normally press the flirting this hard, or make it quite this sexual, but something about Ellen was like catnip to me.

“No more for me, thanks. We’re friends, David. Just friends.”

“Right, right.” And she truly was right. And pretty cool to boot. I enjoyed hanging out with her at the bar and chatting about careers and friendships and the music we both liked. Friendship with her was undoubtedly a good thing. Not quite as good as bending her over, but don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right? No reason to mess that up just because my cock was still half-hard in my trousers. She has a boyfriend, I told myself. I respect that, and I respect her desires.

Ellen began to stand up from the hotel room couch but stopped on crooked knee and looked down at her shoes. “Fuck, did the strap break on this again?” She looked back at me. “I literally just took these to my cobbler.” Ellen, who was now mostly vertical and only a few feet away from me, turned back to her shoe and bent at the waist to inspect it.

As she bent over, I saw something that sent blood howling through my dick. She must have forgotten, as I had until this moment, the state of her dress: still bunched at her waist, over her ass. Her big, round, delectable, bubbly, juicy ass. That same ass she’d teased me with when she left the pool. Except now it was fully on display, bare and luscious in my own private show. Her cunt shimmered between her legs. Her rear cheeks were so plush that I only could see a hint of her puckered asshole.

Now, before you read on, I know. She’d said to stop. She said she had a boyfriend. She wanted to be a good girl. A loyal girl. But her irresistible butt was mere feet from my face, and she smelled like she should be pregnant with my baby.

So I did the bad thing.

As if caught in a tractor beam, I moved to her. I fell to my knees, grabbed her thick ass, and spread her wide. Her pussy was perfectly pink and juicy. Her crinkled asshole was like a bullseye for my tongue.

“David!” She started. “What are—ooooh!” Ellen moaned. She hadn’t tried to move away from my hands, and quickly my tongue was lapping up the length of her slit. Tasting her. “Ooh, fuck! Fuck, you eat pussy so good!”

I was devouring her. She tasted as good as she smelled, which was saying something. I couldn’t stop. I dug my tongue between her folds, tasting her sloshing fuck channel.

“Oh fuuuuck!” Ellen squealed. She was wriggling her fat ass back against my face now, feeding me her sweet sex juices. And I was all too happy to feast on them. “Tongue-fuck my pussy, baby. Oh my god fucking eat meeee!” She moaned like a whore who’d been edging so she’d be hot as a firecracker for a dirty Tinder hookup.

My fingers burrowed into her round assflesh. My mind briefly drifted to the woman I’d heard getting plowed in the room next door. No way she tasted as good as Ellen. And she certainly didn’t have a backside this thick and perfect.

“You’re delicious,” I gasped between air-starved pussy-eating.

“I’ve got the wettest pussy,” Ellen moaned back. “I love sucking my vibrator after I cum on it. Love tasting myself on dick even more. Oooh, yes, lick me up!” Damn, this girl was nasty, and I was loving every second of it!

Eating Ellen’s bent-over cunt from the back had her crinkled asshole at my eye level. I needed to taste her there, too.

So I did.

“Oooh, what are you doing to me?” Ellen whimpered as my tongue lavished her puckered hole.

“Like that?” I asked.

“It’s—oh, fuuuck!” She was incoherent, unable to structure a response as my tongue punched its way up her ass. I couldn’t stop rimming her, and my cock felt like it was going to punch a hole in the wool of my suit trousers. So, still grabbing a juicy ass cheek, still pushing the tip of my tongue all around Ellen’s sexy asshole, I reached down and freed my cock from my trousers, pulling it above the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs. It was drenched with precum. My hand easily glided up and down my circumcised length as I gave this sexy woman the anal tongue-fucking of a lifetime.

Suddenly, Ellen jerked forward and turned around. She was looking down at me as I sat on my knees, my trousers open, my steel-hard cock in my hand.

“Your beard’s all wet,” she breathed softly, her big, brown eyes gazing down my body to where I was holding my member.

I stood. “Because you drenched me,” I said. As she watched me, I slowly pumped my dick up and down. I loved seeing the glistening reflection in her eyes. “Your pussy is candy-sweet. I could fucking suck your clit for hours.”

Ellen leaned into me and took my cock in her hand. “So big,” she moaned. “Why is your dick huge?”

“Because your cunt and asshole taste so good.” Her soft fingers felt like velvet sex on my meat.

At those words, Ellen sprang forward and kissed me. Mouth open and hungry. My tongue found hers, and we gnashed her cuntcream between us like our tongues were in a championship wrestling match. I reached for her ass and squeezed as we made out.

“No one’s ever eaten my ass before,” she confessed. I bit her neck. “Fuck.” That was my thought exactly; her scent was too sexy.

“That’s a fucking crime,” I said between bites. I smacked her fat ass, watching over her shoulder as it jiggled invitingly. “With a body like this, you were made to be an anal whore.”

“Oh my god,” she groaned. Ellen grabbed my face and pulled me into her mouth again, kissing me deep. “That’s so fucking dirty.”

“You like dirty, don’t you?” I growled. I bit her lip. She whimpered.

“I love it. I love it!” She repeated, more frantically the second time.

I pushed her backwards so her bare ass plopped onto the couch. She was sitting now, looking up at me. My cock was at her forehead level. I pointed it to her mouth and pressed it to her lips.

Ellen didn’t resist for a second. She hoovered my cock into her mouth, immediately slurping me deep. Down to the start of her throat.

“Fuck, yes, slut! Suck my fucking dick!” I barked. I stroked a hand through her dark, silky hair as she did the despicable work of impaling her gullet on me, glugging nastily as the head of my dick slipped down her esophagus.

She drew back with a spitty pop and a pant. “Ooh,” she whimpered, giving me a few more sloppy, deep sucks before spitting my dick out again, “I fucking love how your cock feels in my mouth.”

I grabbed her by the hair and yanked so she was looking up at me. “Ow ow ow!” She yelped.

I leaned forward. “Say, ‘I love how your cock feels in my mouth, Daddy.’” I hissed the final word.

“OK, just don’t pull so hard. I’m sensitive.” She pouted, almost childlike. It was heartwarming in a way. But her next words brought me back to the filthy hotel room fuck at hand: “I love how your giant fuckstick feels using my slutty mouth, Daddy,” she offered nastily.

“Good girl,” I complimented, grinning. “So why don’t you slut it up good and really destroy your throat on this dick?” I pulled her hair, being careful to be more gentle this time, and brought her lips right against my cock. Dutifully, she gave it a smacking kiss.

“Yes, Daddy. Feed my slutty mouth your beautiful cock.” God, this girl was driving me wild!

I pushed my meat forward and skewered her sexy mouth, feeling the delightful tightness of the opening to her throat. “Swallow that cock, bitch! Suck it like a good fucking whore.” She complied, frenzied, ping-ponging her head up and down. I threw my head back, loving how voraciously she was guzzling my cock. “Fuck, baby,” I grunted, “no one’s ever throated my dick like this before.”

She pulled back and smiled up at me. Her makeup had melted into raccoon eyes, her face a mess of thick drool. “You’ve never had a dirty bitch slut like me before, Daddy.”

That was it. As much as I wanted to fuck her brains out—I was on fire for this woman—I also wanted to reward her for being such a sweet dirty talking slut. So I pushed her back on the couch, dropped between her legs, and scooped my arms up under her plush thighs. I licked her again, asshole to cunt.

Ellen was flailing and spreading herself for me. “Eat my asshole, Daddy! Lick my cunt! Suck my clit and make me cum. Please, Daddy! Please please please!” Only too happy to give her what she wanted, I stuffed two fingers up her pussy and hooked them and suctioned her clit between my lips. “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” She wailed. As her body convulsed, as her cunt clenched my digits, I pushed a finger up her pulsing asshole. “FUUUUUCK!” She screamed at the anal penetration, cumming even harder. Her pussy was gushing thick cream. Greedily, I licked up every drop I could get.

She was still panting when I shot up and kissed her. She was mostly limp from her climax. Her tongue met mine, but she was largely passive, letting me force-feed her the fuckjuices of her massive orgasm. I moved forward and, with her reclined on the couch, properly fucked my dick down her throat.

“Swallow this nut, bitch. Swallow Daddy’s cum. Fucking drink it.” I commanded. She didn’t fight. She let me use her mouth, veiny shaft pistoning down her throat. She gently started rubbing my balls, ever the complicit cumslut. That was it. “Take my seed!” I roared as I came. She pressed her face forward—I was balls deep in her gullet. Burning ropes of pleasure dashed out my cock and into her tummy. I heard her glug as she swallowed. It felt like I spewed gallons of fucksauce into her stomach, my balls already sore at the force of my orgasm.

Ellen didn’t try to get my dick out of her throat until I was done cumming, and I certainly wasn’t pulling away. I was too busy basking in the bliss of this sexy, doe-eyed slut princess massaging my spent, half-hard cock with her mouth.

When my cock dribbled out last dregs of semen, Ellen pulled her head away, letting her lips suction my shaft as she finally took her mouth back off me. The moment my cockhead exited her mouth, she looked up at me, bleary-eyed with ruined makeup , and stuck out her pink tongue, making the most luscious “Ah” gasping noise.

There wasn’t a trace of white cum on that pretty tongue of hers. She’d taken it all.

“Oh. My God!” Ellen mewled, catching her breath. “How. How how how did we just do that!” She was clenching her fists and sat on the floor, on her knees. She looked dejected.

“I think we did excellently,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood. I raised up my pants and started putting my cock away.

“I’ve never cheated before.” She said plainly. Her eyes avoided me as she uttered this.I had no idea how to respond. I knelt down on the floor so I could be eye-level with her. I rested a hand on her forearm. This got her to look at me. Seeing her round face and big brown eyes, I admit, I was surprised to find myself still so attracted to her even right after cumming so hard. I often lose a bit of attraction once I’m done, but not this time.

“I told you I had a boyfriend. Why didn’t you stop?” She asked.

“You were kissing and pawing me, too!” I declared. “Has any man ever been able to push you away when you got that close? You‘re way too sexy for that.”

The compliment brought a semblance of a smile to Ellen’s lips. “My boyfriend pushes me away plenty,” she snarked. But her eyes were watering, and seemingly with new tears. Snark to hide sorrow. Woman after my own heart.

“Rejected people act out,” I said. “And you’re right: I didn’t stop. You didn’t, either, but I didn’t. I’m sorry.” She nodded meekly.

”Yeah,” she ho-hummed. “Me too.”

“If it’s any consolation,” I said, “that was very, very fun.”

Ellen blinked at me. “It was incredible. I came like seventeen times.” Wow, I thought. I had been trying to keep track—a man prides himself on bringing a woman pleasure—but I didn’t count close to that high. “And I don’t even swallow cum!” She spouted.

“Could’ve fooled me,” I replied.

“I guess I didn’t even really swallow your cum. You just shot it right down my throat. I could barely taste it. That’s . . . hot.”

“Hot?”

“Yeah.”

“Because I made you take it? Because you didn’t really have a choice?” My words came out so fast.

“Fuck,” she sighed. Suddenly she flailed her arms upwards. “Why do you have to be so sexy when my fucking boyfriend is ignoring me?!” She exclaimed.

“You don’t even know the half of it yet.” I felt my cock wriggling back to life in my trousers.

“David,” she sighed. “I’m going to go. Can . . . we be friends? Just friends?”

I smiled. “Sure. Of course. Friends.” Still both kneeling, we leaned into each other for a chaste hug. Her dress was still ridden up. I could see her thick ass splatted wonderfully against the floor.

She started to stand, so I rose with her. When she was erect, she pushed her dress down. “No more free views for you, mister,” she teased.

“How much to subscribe to your OnlyFans?” I shot back.

“More than you can afford! This pussy is pricy!”

I laughed. I showed her to the door. “Good night, Ellen,” I said.

“Night,” she smiled. She took a half-step, as if she would hug me again, but stepped back quickly and left. The hotel room door closed, and I was alone.

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning hornier than usual. I’m normally horny when I wake, but this was a bit ridiculous. The night before, after thoroughly using Ellen as a throat goat and blowing a huge wad in her mouth, I couldn’t fall asleep for a while. I ended up stroking myself off. I could still smell her on my fingers, and I sniffed them incessantly as I fisted my cock to another orgasm.

And yet it seemed my body was demanding more. What is it about great sex and the loss of its immediacy that turns a person into a horny monster?

Normally I take a while to cum, but this morning I didn’t. After maybe ten minutes, I was shooting off in tissues, imagining the screamer from next door rubbing her pussy, watching me bend over Ellen and use her rough from behind. In my mind, the girl from next door was cheering us on. “Shove that cock up her whore asshole, Daddy,” the imagined screamer barked as I clapped Ellen’s thick ass from the back.

“Yes, fucking use me up the ass. Make me an anal slut!” Imaginary Ellen begged. The moment I came, I envisioned Ellen screaming about how she could feel my load flooding her guts, pictured her cunt spraying squirt as we writhed in simultaneous orgasms. The screamer, I imagined, scurried over to taste the mess dribbling out of Ellen. When I pulled out, she fastened her mouth to Ellen’s destroyed asshole to tongue the cum from there.

Damn, what a hot image. And one that wouldn’t be happening. I sighed and got myself dressed.

It was Friday morning, and my London colleagues wouldn’t need me until close to midday. I decided to go for a run along the Thames. It ended with a visit to a coffee shop associated with some world-famous barista.

When I returned to the hotel’s marble lobby, I saw Ellen sitting on one of the couches. She was wearing athleisure clothes and had her laptop perched on her thighs.

“Hey,” I said.

“Oh. Hi.” She looked up over dark-rimmed glasses. I hadn’t seen her in glasses before. I thought they flattered her.

“Working down here today?” I asked. What a dumb thing to say. Clearly, she was.

“Yeah,” she replied curtly.

“Is . . . everything OK?”

“Yeah.” She was looking at her laptop, not at me.

“OK.” Curt-tit for curt-tat. “Have a good day.”

I had turned to walk to the elevators when Ellen called, “Actually, wait.” Now she was looking at me. “I . . . think it would be better if we didn’t talk for a while.”

I swallowed. “A while? Are either of us even in London for ‘a while.’”

“Words words words with you. Sheesh!” Her face cracked a hint of amusement. “I mean,” she buttoned up, “look. Obviously there’s . . . something between us. But I want to make things work with Jay. He’s a good guy. I shouldn’t be having fun with some hot nerd behind my boyfriend’s back. I can’t. I’m not that kind of girl, David.”

“So we can’t be friends?”

“Maybe!” She chirped rapidly, as if unable to contain herself. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I can be good around you, OK? I took my vibrator into the bathroom last night after my boyfriend fell asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about what you did to me. My pussy is so sore. I don’t even know how you’d ever fit your dick in me. How? How were you so good with just your fingers and mouth?”

A older couple walking through was glaring at us. Well, the woman was glaring. The man was smirking in a way that all but said, “Nice, bro!”

Ellen must have seen watching us being watched. “See?” She complained. “Look what you made me do! This is so embarrassing.”

“Do?! I didn’t make you do anything!”

“We’re too toxic together,” she said in a quieter tone. “Please. Just. Just let me figure out my shit without you. OK?”

“Fine.” I spat. I took a breath, not liking my tone. “I’m sorry things are how they are.” I turned to walk away.

“Yeah, me too.” She said. But I didn’t look back. I went upstairs, got showered and dressed, and headed into the London office. On my way out, Ellen wasn’t in the lobby anymore.

* * * * *

I was pissed off for the rest of the day. Toxic? Toxic?! I’m not toxic. Bitch drops some social media buzzwords because she regrets the very consensual encounter we had in my hotel room. Fuck her boyfriend. If they were solid, she wouldn’t have been keeping her buzz rolling at my minibar or cumming her brains out on my fingers!

I channeled my smug indignation into my work. I got aggressive in the day’s negotiations—too much stick, hardly any carrot. My colleagues were irked afterwards, but thirty minutes later we got word that we’d been successful. The deal would be closing.

“I guess you Brits really do need a monarch to ride roughshod over you,” I quipped as we broke out some celebratory office scotch.

“It takes two to tango, Sutton,” the more senior of my colleagues said. “I would never have taken Heston to be so submissive,” he continued, referring to one of our counterparties,” but it would seem you found an energy to which he was receptive.”

“To the tango, then.” We clinked glasses.

* * * * *

I was reasonably tipsy when I got back to the hotel that night. I don’t think of the English as so European in their drinking—Germans regularly drink me under the table—but keeping pace with my colleagues had me more inebriated than I would care to admit. Walking through the marble hotel lobby, I practically hydroplaned in my leather-soled shoes. Luckily I stopped myself with a sharp jerk of lower core before I ended up falling on my ass. “Ngh,” I winced. At least I made it up to my room without a bruised coccyx.

I fell forward onto the bedspread, feeling the ripples of the impact in the mattress. My head was spinning. Fuck. I knew I’d be hungover in the morning. And I knew hangovers made my body stiff and horny.

This in turn caused me to think about Ellen. Ellen who threw her fat ass back in my face when I tongue-fucked her pussy and asshole from behind. The same Ellen who, despite having a boyfriend, came her brains out with me and rewarded me by eagerly throating my cock until I spilled my seed directly into her tummy. And she had the audacity to call me toxic!

My boozed-up brain was replying how her asshole felt against my tongue, how sweet her pussy smelled as I devoured her soft body, when I heard it through the walls again. “Fuck my throat!” A woman yelled, sounding . . . frustrated? “No, really fuck my throat. Treat me like a slut!”

Ugh, not now, I thought. I needed to sleep.

“Fine, then bend me over and fuck me!” She shouted. Great, I lamented. I’m drunk and pissed off, and that little blonde next door is yelling shit I want Ellen yelling at me.

Then I heard silence. Had the guy refused her? That made me chuckle. I guess Ellen wasn’t the only woman whose man was turning her down for sex. Serves this hussy right for shrieking when there are other people—

“Yes, right there!” I rolled my eyes at the sudden yelp. “Yes, Jack, fuck me!” Now I could hear their bed creaking. “Harder! Make me your bitch!”

I know I should be happy overhearing that little blonde begging to get wrecked. I could’ve even enjoyed perving out on it like I had the first night I arrived. But I was feeling smug and jilted. If I didn’t get to have fun in this hotel, I didn’t want anyone else having fun, either.

My bile sobered me up. I needed out of there, so where better than the hotel bar? I headed downstairs and sat myself in a leather armchair in the guests-only section. A live pianist was playing, and I let the music wash over me. It was some Chopin etude, ethereal and timeless. That and the house dirty martini (celery brined with the olives) felt like they were cleansing the grime out of me.

After I’m not sure how long—the piano had turned to a jazzy Brubeck by this time—I heard a English woman’s voice ask me, “How has your stay been so far, Mr. Sutton?” When I looked up, I saw the buxom redhead who had checked me into the hotel.

“Oh, a mixed bag, Miss—sorry, what is your name?”

“Carol, sir. And I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything wrong with your room? We like to make sure our guests feel taken care of.” She wore a smile of service.

“It’s not the hotel,” I assured her. Though I bet you could take care of me well, I thought as I gazed up at Carol. She was in her late 30s or early 40s, and her massive breasts were pushing out her work blouse invitingly. Tapered waist and full hips pressing out a pencil skirt. She had one of those curvy mom bods that screamed fertility. “It’s mostly this darned business trip,” I continued.

“You must do fascinating work for them to bring you all the way from America, sir,” Carol soothed. Was she flirting? Or was this just business class English hospitality? Buzzed from the booze, I decided to test it.

“I could tell you all about it over a drink, but I’d much rather learn about you.”

Carol smiled. “I would be happy to tell you anything you would like to hear, sir.” The shimmer in her blue eyes and the slight lilt she gave to the word “sir” had me thinking she really would say anything I wanted. “But I’m sorry,” she continued, letting her eyes scan the bar. “My shift is over, but we really can’t be seen fraternizing with guests.”

“And what if we fraternized without being seen, Carol?” I held aggressive lust in my eyes. No doubt she could see it.

She bit her lower lip. “Then I think that would be most fine, sir.”

I stood, with my martini glass, and put my hand on the small of Carol’s back. “Come with me.” She shuddered and nodded.

On the way out, I told the maître d’ my room number so they could charge the drink. “Yes, it has been a reasonably good stay so far,” I said to Carol. My hand was off here then. She turned her head to me and mouthed “thank you,” grateful for the cover story I was giving her.

“You can call me David, by the way,” I told her when we reached the elevator bank.

“I’d . . . rather call you Sir.” She said with a pout. “If that’s OK with you.”

My cock was stirring and I was grinning like a wolf. “More than OK,” I said. I took a step towards her but she held up her palm to stop me. “Not here. Cameras.” She shrugged her right shoulder gently, indicating a domed black lens.

As we got out of the elevator and walked down the hall, Carol glanced around nervously, as if a coworker might spot her. But the hall was empty. We didn’t speak until we reached my door. I opened it, grabbed her by her ass—nice and cushy—and pulled her inside into me.

“Oh! Sir!” She yelped with surprise as the door slammed shut. Her lilac-scented perfume intoxicated me, as did groping her body. I hiked her skirt up and felt her stocking-covered ass, plush and yielding in my grasp. I gazed into her eyes hungrily. “I don’t normally do things like this,” she demurred.

“Like what?” I asked playfully. Pawing at her, I started kissing her neck.

“Like going into—oh—oooh, Sir,” she moaned. So I bit her neck gently. “Oh, yes!” She grabbed my head, pulling me into her.

“Does someone like being hurt?” I teased. I smacked her ass, making her moan.

“I do,” she confessed. So bit harder. Lower. Right where her neck meets her shoulder. “Yesss!” She hissed with delight. “I just knew you’d know how to touch me. I could tell.”

I grabbed her chin and pulled her face to mine. “You don’t know the half of it, you pretty bitch,” I growled. I kissed her hard. She tasted nice—like she’d brushed her teeth before she’d met me in the bar. As if that would make it or break it for a horny businessman. I could taste the liquor on me. I loved that my drinking was violating her cleanliness.

I wrapped my hand in Carol’s shiny red hair and dragged her over to the bed, past the couch where I’d devoured Ellen. She complied and followed, her body shuddering with eagerness and desire. I threw her down so she was bent over, still standing, palms against the mattress. The room was dark, but the light from the window was enough for me to see her pale, round butt through her stockings. I gave it a smack.

“Oh!” She moaned at the sting. Wiggling her backside for more. So I hit her again. Harder. “Oh, yes!” At that, I hit her again. “Ngh, thank you, Sir,” she cooed.

“Is someone a dirty painslut?” I smacked her five more times, altering my blows between each of her fleshy asscheeks.

“I am, Sir!” She agreed submissively.

“Tell me,” I hissed, yanking her red locks before gifting her behind another blow.

“I’m a dirty painslut, Sir. Please hurt me.” My fingertips gently traced her stocking-covered bottom, my other hand still claiming her by the hair.

“Beg better. Beg like a nasty bitch.”

“Bruise my arse, Sir! Mark it up like you own me!” So I hit her several more times, harder than before. “Fuck!” Her swearing was music to my ears—that posh accent deigning to riddle itself with coarseness.

I pulled her hair to turn her head so she had to look at me, her eyes agog with hot anticipation. “You are OK with marks, yes?” I asked, wanting to confirm.

She blinked. “You can mark my arse. I want you to. Just not my neck or too high up on my tits. I’m picking up my daughter from my ex on Sunday, and the last thing I need is for that bastard to pick a fight over sex bruises.”

“And you’ll let me know if I go too hard?”

“Yes. Stoplight safewords, Sir. You can hurt me. I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”

“Green, yellow, red,” I grinned. She nodded. This woman knew what she wanted and, more importantly, how to let me know what she didn’t want. That was freeing. It meant I could go to town.

“Then I’m going to have fun abusing this slutty mommy body.”

She shuddered. “That’s so hot,” she whimpered.

“You like being a dirty mommy who gets wrecked by strange men in hotel rooms?” I growled in her ear.

“Yes, Sir, I love being degraded for being a whore mommy who gets wrecked when she can. Please degrade me.” I reached over her buxom form and ripped her stockings at the seams, freeing her ass and thighs. “Sir!” Carol whimpered with delight. I reached and felt her exposed lower body. I could feel her pussy—no panties under the stockings. I felt sparse, trimmed pubic hair, no doubt as red as that lovely mane she sported.

Standing over her, my hand on the back of Carol’s neck, I jammed two fingers right up her drooling cunt.

“You’re fucking soaked ,” I sneered, loving how ready her body was to be used.

“Oh!” She grunted nastily. “You—fuck—you made me that way, Sir!”

“By abusing your slutty body, bitch?” I spanked her ass, my palm finding bare skin now that her stockings were destroyed, and felt the warmth of her flesh as my hand impacted her.

“Yes! Fuck!” I hit her again, and again, swapping blows between her left and right cheek. “I love being hurt! Love when a real man like you abuses me. Oooh, fuck, your fingers feel so good!”

I slowly finger-fucked her fat little twat as I beat her undulating ass. Resounding smacks to her bottom made my ears ring—she’d be bruised up for sure. I reached under her and pulled up her blouse, being careful not to damage the silky material of her work uniform. (Stockings felt replaceable. Not so much shirts.) I needed at those breasts. When I felt her up, I realized her tits were even larger than I’d suspected. And surprisingly firm for her size at that. I tweaked a nipple as I finger-fucked her submissively bent-over body.

“Fuck!” She yelped.

“Like having your tits mauled while you get your slutty cunt opened up?”

“Hurt my big mommy tits, Sir!” She snapped. So I twisted her other nipple and prodded a cuntjuiced finger against her asshole. “Oh! That’s my arse, Sir!”

“Aww,” I voiced mock-concern, “does this little painslut think she can get away without her ass being used?”

“It’s—ooh, Sir,” she whimpered as my fingertip traced her puckering rear hole. I felt the muscle relax, and I sank the tip right in. “Ooo,” she exhaled. “I haven’t had it up my arse . . . in so long. I never—fuck—let my ex do me there.”

I pulled her beautiful red hair and looked her right in her baby blues, my pussy-drenched finger plunging deeper up her asshole. “Then I guess I’m going to remind you how a good painslut needs to have her ass used.” Carol gasped and looked like she might cum just from hearing that. So I kissed her. Hard. Tongues gnashing together. I broke the kiss and yanked off her blouse and bra. “God damn!” I exclaimed at the sight of her bare tits.

“Do you like my body, Sir?” Carol asked with bashful obedience. She stood up to give me a full view. To present her body for the the man who owned her for the night. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her skirt was bunched at her waist. Her fat mommy milkers had some sag, but they were shockingly perky for their heft.

“You have no idea,” I growled as I pulled Carol to me and sucked a nipple into my mouth, biting down.

“Oh—ow, fuck, yellow,” she said right as my teeth sank into her. I let go and started to kiss and lick around her nipples more tenderly. “Sorry, I should have t-told you my—ooo—nipples are very sensitive.”

I brought myself to eye level with Carol. “It’s all good. I’m going to keep going. OK?” I kissed her gently.

“Yes. Please.” She said softly. I thought I saw a tear forming in her eye, but I was planning to make her cry in more fun ways. I sucked and—now gently—bit Carol’s nipples, mauling at her heavy breasts. “Yes! Like that. Fuck, that’s so good!” I threw her onto the bed, on her back, so I could really feast on her tits. Carol gasped and writhed under me. I hooked a finger up her cunt as I enjoyed her tits with my mouth. She trembled. “Fuck!” I prodded her pussy faster. “Oh! Fuck!” Her thighs clamped fiercely around my wrist as I felt a splash of wetness spray my wrist.

“Did you just squirt?” I asked with unrestrained excitement.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” she said. “I should have warned you—ah!” She yelped as I pulled her hair and kissed her hard.

“That’s so fucking hot,” I growled as I lightly bit her lower lip. “I fucking love a squirter.” I brought my finger to my mouth to taste her juices. Musky and sweet. The way pussy should taste when it sprays for its owner. I stuck my tongue back in her mouth, wanting to share her flavor with me. She lapped at my tongue as I groped her boobs.

“I need to taste this pussy!” I stripped out of my suit, down to my boxer briefs, as Carol watched me from the bed. As much as I love a squirter, I don’t love trips to the dry cleaner. “Reach down and spread that pussy open for me, slut.” I ordered her. She complied, spreading her thighs and reaching down with her hands. I saw right up her pink slit, tight and glistening. You’d have no idea she’d popped a baby out of there.

I needed to eat it. I grabbed one of her thighs hard and dove in, swiping my tongue up through her flowing honey. “Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!” Carol was trembling again.

“Yes, baby, lemme devour that painslut pussy,” I grumbled as I lapped away, my cock twitching at the taste of her essence. I bit on her inner thighs, making her scream. “That’s gonna bruise, fucktoy,” I informed her between licks.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna—oh fuck!” She shrieked. The pain and the cunteating had her cumming again, spraying, this time into my mouth. I caught what I could and climbed up her body, spitting it into her mouth and over her face.

“Taste it, bitch,” I said. She obediently stuck out her tongue, so I spat in her mouth again.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whimpered, accepting the soiling of her pretty face. I slapped her across the cheek. “Ungh! Thank you, Sir,” she said again, so grateful to be hurt like this.

“Good girl. Now,” I grabbed Carol and rolled her onto her soft, small tummy so her pale ass, already showing some nice signs of bruising, was in the air, “you’re going to put that mommywhore mouth to good use.” I pushed down my boxer briefs, letting my cock bounce free and spring onto her face. She was still wet with the combined spit and pussy squirt I’d dumped on her.

I didn’t have to say another word: Carol immediately licked the head of my cock and sucked it into her mouth.

“Good bitch! Good mommy slut. Fuck, you’re a good cocksucker.” I moaned, relishing her mouth tightly and wetly working up and own my shaft. I thrust in between her lips deeper. She coughed hard, so I pulled out.

“My ex wasn’t—” She coughed again. “—wasn’t this big.”

“Think you can handle it?” I asked, tracing her lips with the head of my cock.

“I need it,” she practically whispered—like it was too vulnerably true to say loudly—and sucked me back into her mouth.

“Yes, baby,” I cooed, savoring having this redhead mommy cocksucker slurping up and down my meat. “Yeah, that’s it.” I slapped her upturned ass, making her chirp around my cock. The slap didn’t stop Carol’s sucking. “Good girl. Blow me like a whore.” I smacked her ass again. It wasn’t as impossibly round as Ellen’s, so it didn’t have the same jiggle, but it was still a sight to behold. Especially with Carol slobbering on my cock like an ex-whore relearning her former trade.

As she sucked, Carol kept her thighs spread apart. I took advantage and worked her pussy juice into her asshole. She was opening up back there, relaxing for me, letting me have her body. First it was just a fingertip, but soon I was pushing two of my big digits into her pretty pucker. All the while, she bobbed her head on my dick, moaning as I opened her up.

“I think it’s time these mommyholes got fucked,” I said. Carol was nearly suffocating herself on my cock, gobbling it down her throat. She spat it out to speak.

“I don’t know if my arsehole is ready, Sir,” she said with trepidation.

“Then I guess I’ll hurt your pussy on my cock until it’s so juicy it slides right up your whore ass.” She shivered and her thighs clenched. She didn’t say no and I knew she knew how to. So I climbed behind her and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Bent over like that, back arched, Carol was a fucking sight. That round ass rippling into her waist, red hair waterfalling over her shoulders. I spread her cheeks and licked her from her pussy to her asshole—she looked too tasty not to.

“Oh, Sir! Your tongue feels so good there!”

“Where, mommyslut?” I spanked her ass as I rimmed her hole.

“In m-my arsehole. You’re licking my arsehole!”

“And soon I’m going to be fucking it.” I got on my knees behind Carol’s bent-over body. “You ready to feel this raw cock up your pussy first?”

“Please. Stick it in me. Fuck me, Sir!”

“Want me to go slow?” I asked playfully, holding Carol’s hair gently.

She looked back over her shoulder at me. “Fucking bury that big American cock up my twat!” She spat.

“Gladly!” I yanked her hair, forcing her back to arch more, and slammed balls deep.

“GAH!” She screamed. “That’s huge!”

“Fucking take it!” I barked, clapping her cheeks with my thrusts. She’d get no rest, and I needed this. I was smashing my cock up her quim, rough and deep. “Gonna make you sore like you’re giving birth all over again!” I hooked up a thumb up Carol’s asshole. It went in easily and set her off anew: Carol’s cunt squeezed nad squirted all over my hardness.

“GAAAHH FUCK!”

“Soak the bed as I wreck you, bitch!” Carol collapsed forward onto her big breasts, but I kept beating up her insides. “They’re gonna need to buy a new bed because of what a whore you are!” I jeered as I rutted in her body. She screamed into the bedspread, her voice reverberating through the mattress’s coiled springs.

With Carol’s yelps muffled, I noticed sound through the wall again. “Fuck me harder, Jack!” It was softer than before—or at least that was my perception as I was pounding my redheaded slut—but the woman next door was clearly getting fucked yet again. “Ah! Ah! Fuck!” Her moans echoed through the walls.

They must be able to hear us, too, I realized. After what they’d put me through, they could get an earful.

I spanked Carol as I fucked her, thumb still crooked in her ass. “Oh my God, Sir! Fuck!” She moaned.

“Like bending over and giving up those fuckholes, slut?” I yelled, surely loud enough for my neighbors to hear.

“I love it!” I smacked her ass again. “Thank you! Hurt me!” So I deep-dicked her rough and nasty, flesh clapping, threatening to knock the wind out of her. Her body softened even more, and soon the thumb I had up her ass was joined by my index finger, making her backdoor stretch. I could feel my cock through her asshole. But I wanted to feel her asshole with my cock

“How about I take your ass now?” I asked. She felt ready, the muscled ring nice and soft on my invading digits. I pulled out of her cunt and placed my dick at her anal opening. I could see—and feel—a thick layer of her juices on my dick. It’d keep everything slippery.

Carol paused. “Just . . . please go slow.“ She pleaded softly.

“Slow until you’re ready to feel me blow your back out up your ass?” I teased. I rubbed the head of my dick into her asshole. Just the tip. Prodding and massaging the tender opening.

“Yes. Yes, please.” She wriggled her hole against my cockhead. Helping me do the deed. She wanted it bad.

“Then beg like a good whore.”

Carol took a breath. “Please stick your fat cock all the way up my arse, Sir—OW!” She yelped as I gave her a clapping, hard spank to the ass.

“Beg like a good fucking whore!” I yelled. “Loud and clear and nasty. I want everyone to know what you want!”

“Destroy my mommywhore arsehole on your cock, Sir! Sodomize me like my ex-husband never could! Make it so I can barely sit when I go to pick up my—oooh yesss!” Carol went ecstatic as I pushed my cockhead through her rubbery asshole and felt her guts on my bitchbreaker. Hot and tight.

“This ass is mine now, cunt!” I spat as I sank in deeper, pulling on her hips.

“It’s so good!” Carol moaned. “It hurts so good! Rearrange my guts! It’s so intense up my arse—oooh fuuuuck!” I went deeper and deeper until I knew she felt it: my cock bottomed out up her ass, my balls resting on her glopping cunt.

“Time for some long anal cockstrokes, bitch! Fuck, you’re tight!”

Carol white-knuckled the bedspread as I nearly pulled all the way out of her ass, leaving just the head, only to languidly plunge my length all the way back in.

As I packed her guts, I heard more sex through the walls. “Fuck my ass!” The woman cried. “But lick it first!” I was proud of the blonde as I shafted Carol’s backdoor. When in doubt, a woman who wants it up the ass (or a man who wants it up the ass, I guess) should have her lover work her rear hole open on his tongue. If he’s not willing to lick, he doesn’t deserve to stick.

I slowed my fuck-pace up Carol’s ass. I wanted to prolong the delight of pumping my prick up her rear, but I also wanted to hear the blonde babe next door getting off to anal. Getting her hole licked and fucked just like I was giving it to Carol. Two bent-over sluts offering up their assholes, getting buttfucked on either side of an old hotel wall. The dirty thought thrilled me.

But I heard nothing further through the wall. Darn, I thought, must be a quiet anal sex session over there.

But Carol and I certainly weren’t going for quiet. I wanted her loud. I wanted it rough. I sped up, making her body shake. “Oh! Oh! Fuck!” She moaned, obviously feeling the faster assfuck

“Take it, slut. Gonna pound you the fuck out!” I exclaimed. “Gonna dump a massive load up you!”

“Oh my God, yes please! Spunk up my arsehole, Sir!”

“Fuck yes, you nasty bitch. Gonna creampie your guts!” I grunted. I bore into her with a fury, enjoying those final, deep strokes as let my orgasm consume me “You’ll have my seed up your ass for days! Fucking take it! NGHH, FUCK!” I roared out my climax as I shot up Carol’s ass, hot ropes of bliss spurting out my shaft and staining her mommywhore bowels with my DNA.

“I feel it!” She cried. “It’s so warm!” Carol slumped forward, quivering, as I repainted her guts white. I don’t think she squirted, but I swear I felt her cunt gush on my balls. That only made my orgasm that much better, that feeling of her body’s submission to my conquering seed.

I fell forward onto Carol’s back, enjoying the feel of her almost-too-tight sphincter pulsing around my spent cock. Trapped in her anal grip, my cock could barely soften—the blood in my shaft couldn’t flow back out, even after I’d flooded her asshole with such a heavy load.

Carol was laying on her tummy now, propped up by her heavy mommy milkers and compressed under my tired body. I reached under her and wrapped my arms just below her breasts.

“You OK?” I asked softly in her ear.

“I’m . . . incredible,” Carol sighed. “I haven’t been properly fucked like that since before I was married.” Hearing that, in her accent, made it even less likely my dick would soften. Sexually claiming a woman like that, fucking her better than her husband ever had. It put fire in my dominant loins.

“And I haven’t had such a submissive painslut in a while,” I returned. I kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her rump right where I knew she’d be feeling it tomorrow.

“Nff,” she winced.

“Sorry.” This was my error: After rough play, during aftercare cuddling, almost no one wants her bruises tweaked. I should have waited or asked.

“It’s ok. It’s getting me wet again.” I did say almost no one, right? “Do you think the guests next door could hear us?” She mused sarcastically.

I flexed my Kegel muscles, making my cock jump slightly in Carol’s ass. “You heard them too?” This was the first time I’d talked about the overheard sex with anyone. It felt good to be able to commiserate.

“How could I not? Everyone who works here knows the walls are thin. The room doors aren’t, though some staff have told me about particularly raucous couplings they’ve overheard from the halls. But I didn’t know it was quite so . . . vivid to be next door to it.”

“They’ve messed up my sleep a few times.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Sir. I don’t normally work nights. If I did, I would say that when you hear them rutting, you should call me up here and have me make amends for not providing a more relaxing atmosphere.” She flexed her asshole on my cock as she said “relaxing.”

“Maybe I’ll have you make it up to me right now,” I flirted back. I started sawing in and out of her ass anew, slowly, feeling all the cum I’d fucked up there lubing her back channel for me.

“God. Use me however you want, Sir,” Carol begged meekly.

“Then I’ll be right back.” I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock and started pulling it out of Carol’s ass. She winced again. “Just breathe, gorgeous,” I said gently into her ear. “Deep breaths in and out. Relax for me.” I felt her loosening. “There you go. That’s a good girl!” I slid out with a pop. “So good relaxing for me. Good girl.” I kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you, Sir.” She continued to lay flat against the bed, her skirt still bunched around her waist and her stockings still shredded to tatters. She was trembling.

“Are you cumming?” I asked, holding my cock as I watched her.

“I don’t even know anymore,” she sighed through her quivers.

I headed to the bathroom and, without turning on the light, rinsed my penis under the sink faucet. I grabbed the bar of hand soap and lathered up well, then rinsed again. It felt clean when I pulled out, but I’d rather be sure before going back to her given what I had in mind. I gave my balls a wash for good measure. After patting my package dry with a towel, I filled a couple of the provided cups with water from the tap and brought them to the bed. (I drank a full cup myself before doing so.)

“Here,” I said, placing a hand on Carol’s shoulder and passing her a cup.

“Thank you.” She gulped down its contents.

“Want more?” I took the now-empty cup from her and handed her the other full one. She took it, sipped, and handed it back to me.

“Really. Thank you.” Carol said.

“Think you’re up to thanking me another way?” I paused and then added, “It’s OK if you’re not.” The light from the window illuminated a smile of relief on Carol’s face.

“I don’t think my arse can take more of you, if that’s what you mean.”

“It’s not.” I leaned down and kissed her, running my hand through that shiny red hair of hers. “I want to put these to good use.” I pawed gently at her left tit, tracing my thumb on her nipple as my fingers sank into the soft flesh.

“Ooh, I want that, Sir,” Carol moaned.

“Yeah? You want me using these sexy mommy tits until I blow a load all over you?”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, please! Use my breasts to make your cock feel good.” She whimpered. So I grabbed my rehardening cock and pressed it to her lips.

“Suck it, slut. Suck it sloppy so I can fuck these knockers.” She obeyed, slurping my cock into her mouth while I pawed at her breasts with both hands.

“Mmm, nice and clean,” she said between sucks. She wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and placed another on my balls. She was now sitting on the edge of the bed as I stood over her, molesting her sexy melons.

“Anal cumsluts deserve to suck clean cock. And—fuck—yeah, you suck like such a good girl,” I gritted through my teeth as I felt my cockhead enter the tight, ringed opening of her throat. I swear I could feel a glob of precum drip out of me at that moment. Maybe Carol felt it too, because she moaned.

I reached down to feel her pussy as she bobbed her head on my dick, planting it deeper and deeper down her throat. But when I touched those gushy pussy lips, Carol looked up at me and pulled her mouth back. “No,” she said.

“No?” I drew my hand away. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

“I do,” she said, stroking my cock slowly in her hand. “But even more . . . I want to service you, Sir. I want to feel degraded and used. Like my pleasure doesn’t matter. Is . . . is that OK?”

I lifted her chin with my finger and leaned in to kiss her lips. “I can work with that,” I said. I pulled Carol to her feet and pushed her down on the top of hear head. She dutifully fell to her knees. I sat where she had been. “Then you belong on your knees. Looking up at me. At the man who blasted your whore asshole full of cum.”

“Fuck,” she moaned, grabbing my cock again and impaling her mouth on it until it was almost fully embedded in her gullet.

“Yes, bitch, get that dick nasty and sloppy. The same cock I just used to sodomize you.”

“Mmmrmm,” she moaned around my prick, glug-glug-glugging me in her throat. She backed off before taking me all the way down, releasing my dick with a wet gah sound.

“God damn, mommywhore. Suck my nuts, too.”

“Yes, Sir!” She eagerly complied, puckering her lips and suctioning one nut, then the other. She licked her tongue around my balls, servicing me, worshipping me.

“Fuck yeah. Now wrap those mommyslut tits around my cock.” Carol scooped under her heavy breasts and wrapped the soft, yielding titflesh around my cock. I was only midway in at first. She began rocking slightly and my dick fell out of her cleavage. But she pressed her big tits together so they gobbled my dick up, this time fully enveloping me. She started bouncing her body, working my deck wonderfully into tittyfuck heaven. “Yes, you sexy slut!” I moaned.

“Does that feel good, Sir?” She gazed up at me, blue eyes full of seductive excitement, as she worked those breasts up and down my tool.

“You have no idea.”

“I’m glad, Sir,” she smiled complacently, wiggling her hands so her tits jiggled around my dick. “I love that my mommy milkers can make your cock feel good.”

“You keep that up and those mommy milkers are going to milk my cock dry.” All slippery-slimy from her throat, my cock glided between her pillowy breasts, as if a perfectly fertile pussy were molding itself around my every centimeter and vein. I knew I wouldn’t last long. Not with that shiny red hair, those submissive blue eyes watching my ecstasy as she titty-wanked me.

“I want it, Sir,” Carol begged, working those boobs all along my shaft. “I want you to shoot it all over me. Coat me in spunk, Sir.”

“You want to taste it, slut?” I felt my balls boiling.

“I need to. I need to taste the cum of the first man to fuck my arse since I got knocked up.” Carol cast her eyes downward, watching her post-pregnancy boobs fuck my cock.“Feed me, Sir. Please?” Carol swiped her tongue over the tip of my long cock.

“Fuck, you sexy mommyslut!” I moaned as worked her lips around the head, still titfucking my cock. “That’s so good!”

“Let me worship you, Sir. Let me use my big breasts to earn your load!” Carol suckled her lips back over the head, making sure my shaft was getting the full titty slip-and-slide treatment. ”I want your cum, Sir,” Carol enthused between sucks. “I want to be marked with it.”

“You deserve to wear my load, cunt,” I rasped through the pleasure of getting tittyfucked and sucked at the same time. “You should have my cum—fuck yes, bitch—all over your face and in your hair when you’re behind that desk. Show all the guests just what kind of service you provide. I’ll help. I’ll bend you over the check-in desk and show off your creampied asshole. All those new guests will know what a nasty fucking sexdoll they’ll have serving them.”

Carol took her mouth off me and looked up. “That’s so hot. Oh my god. Please. Sodomize me in the lobby. Show all the guests what I deserve, how your big cock owns my arse—OH!” Carol gasped in surprise as my cum started to spray the underside of her chin.

“Fuck yes!” I howled, unloading on this busty redheaded slut. I was drenching her neck and the top of her chin. On the third shot—and fuck, it was a lot, especially seeing as I’d just shot off up her ass—she resumed sucking my cockhead, drawing my semen into her mouth. “Gentle, baby,” I whimpered, “suck gently. Yeah. Yeah, suck it out.” Carol obeyed, lightly slurping my sensitive cockhead and holding her spunked-up tits still and tight around my dick. I heard her throat gulping down my cream, felt it washing across her lightly-prodding tongue as she gratefully swallowed all she could get.

When I had stopped shooting and she stopped sucking, Carol looked up at me, letting her lips pop off my softening dick. “Your cum tastes wonderful, Sir,” Carol beamed. My softening cock fell from between her breasts. All I could do was admire this beautiful redheaded slut, on her knees, splattered from chin to tummy with all the cum she hadn’t managed to take in her mouth. “Fuck, I needed to feel useful for a man who isn’t utter shite.”

“Do you want me to make you cum now?” I inquired. I was feeling somewhat nervous after she’d served me so well but hadn’t gotten any stimulation herself the whole time.

Carol shook her head. “No, Sir.” She stood up and grabbed her bra. Started putting it on. “I need to get home and get to sleep. And I’d rather wear your cum out and take care of myself once I get into bed.” She looked at me. “I was just going to suck your dick so I could have cockbreath when I went to deal with my ex. This was so much better.” She peeled off her ruined stockings, tossed them on the foot of the bed, and patted down her outfit. “Maybe I’ll see you around my shift on Monday?”

“I fly out Sunday.” I slid my boxer briefs back on and stood up. “But I know where to tell them to put me up the next time I’m in Londontown.”

“I’d like that, Sir,” Carol said with a wink. “Until then. Good night.” With that, she got her heels from where she’d kicked them off by the front door. I had another two cups of water from the bathroom and fell asleep soon after. Her tattered stockings were still by my feet.

* * * * *

I woke up Saturday morning feeling not great. Not terribly hungover, but a bit tight in the throat and around the eyes. My pelvis and cock ached. Right. I could still see Carol’s destroyed stockings in a heap on the bed.

I hadn’t slept well. I had some vivid dreams I’d rather not get into. I’m not sure if that was the alcohol interfering with my REM cycles or Carol’s abrupt exit. I’m not into sex that’s too casual; I prefer a cuddle and a chat afterward, at the very least. And as much as I like a dirty, kinky encounter, I still want to feel like a human.

But sometimes this can happen when two people use each other for sex. And we had—she wanted a kinky fuck and some revenge on her ex, and I was bitter over Ellen’s spurning me. I hadn’t advocated for myself, either—I never asked Carol to stay with me for a while before she left. I felt like this was a situation of my own making. I rubbed my hand down my exasperated face. My fingers still smelled like her pussy. A nice smell. The tip of my tongue flicked the skin, enjoying her taste. But she wasn’t as sweet as Ellen.

“Ugh. Fuck.” I grumbled, sitting up in bed.

I reached for the cup of water on the nightstand—apparently I’d had the foresight to leave myself water for the morning. I closed my eyes and took a moment to have gratitude for that act of self-care. Perspective was coming back, even as the body aches lingered. This feeling would pass. I would be OK.

I donned my swim trunks and, after stopping in the hotel restaurant for a full English breakfast and some tea, I took myself to the pool. Getting in motion would do me good.

My throat dropped into my chest when I arrived: There was Ellen, laying on one of the poolside sunloungers with her knees up and a paperback in hand. She wore a leopard print bikini. My head started aching again at the sight of her.

I thought about leaving, but she turned her head and spotted me too quickly. Those big brown eyes. Shit. I wasn’t going to be seen running away. I waved nervously, my arm feeling too limp to complete the gesture. She just kept staring with a hardened side-eye. Her lips opened slightly, as if she’d bubble out a thought, and then quickly closed again.

I set my things down on a chair on the side of the pool opposite from Ellen and got myself into the water. She looked like she was reading again. Not paying attention to me. Fine, I thought. I’m here to swim anyway.

On my fourth slow, plodding lap, I almost collided with someone standing up in my lane. “Whoah!” I cried.

“Hi,” a familiar, high voice intoned. I wiped my eyes with my forearm. Ellen. I sighed.

“Hi . . . Ellen,” I said with a half-hearted smile.

“Did you have fun last night?” She steamed, glaring.

I blinked. “What?”

“Who was she? Some stupid floozy barfly?” My jaw clenched. Great. She saw me at the bar picking up Carol.

“Ellen, why are you upset?”

“Because I was hoping you were different! You’re just another loser guy who sticks his dick in whatever is available!” People around the pool were looking at us now. Others were intentionally keeping their eyes away, which felt somehow worse. To be noticed and intently avoided.

“Hey,” I said quietly, trying to divert attention, “why don’t we chat not in the middle of the pool?” I touched my hand to her upper arm, thinking this would comfort her. Her skin felt lovely against my finger pads, even through chlorinated London pool water.

“Fine,” she glowered.

We both got out of the pool and got our things. Across from her, I watched as she bent slightly in her bikini, the bottoms stretched taut and revealing her pale, bubbly ass cheeks. Even pissed off, I couldn’t help licking my lips. The memory of her scent—free of chlorine—returned to me.

We walked to a hallway off to the side from the pool, where doors led to locker rooms and restrooms. I started off our conversation.

“I thought you were ’figuring your shit out’ and didn’t want to talk to me.” I said. “So what the fuck?” I tried to stay calm and level, but I don’t think I was succeeding.

“Just because I can’t hang out with you I want a—a—a front row seat to you banging out some whore!” Ellen exclaimed.

“Ellen, look, I’m sorry.” I began. “I didn’t even see you at the bar—” I started explaining, but Ellen quickly cut me off.

“—and I had such a good time hanging out with you—an actual good time, even with my boyfriend being such a tool—”

“I had a good time, too, really—” I tried again. But she kept going.

“—and we basically all but boned, which we shouldn’t have, and it was amazing! I don’t know if I’ve ever cum that much! I just wanted my stupid boyfriend to be sweet to me and also eat my ass, because after you did that I don’t think I can live without it!” I would’ve told her how hot I found this, but she kept rambling away. “Did I get to enjoy any of that? No. Not at all! All I got was an earful of you screwing some hussy’s brains out, and I was horny and unsatisfied and—it’s not fair, OK, David?!” Ellen’s cheeks flushed pink with the force of her rant. She was pouting something fierce.

I took a breath, then said, “. . . so you’re upset because you wanted me to eat your ass again?” Yes, that was my takeaway. Call it wishful thinking, call it the lustful effect she had on me. Or maybe it was hangover horniness. Who knows. But that’s what came out of my mouth.

“That’s not what I said,” Ellen demurred. Her eyes were glancing up and down my body. I took a step towards her.

“I’d be happy,” I said softly, inches from her face, “to push you into this bathroom, get on my knees, and eat your ass. Right here. Right now.”

“David!” She hissed. “That’s so naughty.”

But I didn’t hear a no in there.

I turned a bathroom door handle and, grasping Ellen’s preposterously flared hip, pulled her inside with me. It was a nice single occupancy bathroom, as one would expect from a hotel like this—soft lighting, designer sink, nice tiling. It was large enough for handicap purposes or managing a child or two. But I don’t remember details—I was too focused on the curvy prize in there with me.

“I’ll make it up to you,” I said. “Turn around. Pull your bottoms down.”

“You think I’d do that?” She spat. “God, David. You think I’d just bend over and let you dig your tongue into my soft, tight holes in a public bathroom?” Her nipples were visibly hard through the leopard bikini top.

“Yeah, you’re right.” I grabbed her ass and spun her around so she was against the far wall, her palms on the tiles, with my stirring cock pressing through my still-damp trunks right into her bubbly buns. “You want Daddy to make you bend over and give up that ass.”

“Da—oh my god!” My hand darted into her bikini bottoms, fingers finding her drenched pussy. As if by submissive instinct, Ellen arched her back and threw her fat, fuckable ass back on my fingers, helping me pierce her burning cunt deeper. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” I hooked my digits. She writhed. I could feel Ellen’s fuck channel squeezing and spasming.

“Are you going to cum already?” I sneered. “You dirty little sex kitten. I love how fucking easy you get off for me.” I bit her ear lightly. Fingers undulating like ocean waves up her juicy snatch.

“Oooh! Oh! It feels so good!” I smacked her ass with an open palm as I continued finger-fucking her pussy, making it clap. “Oh! Ouch!” She yelped.

“Aww, was that too hard?” I asked.

“N-no. No, Daddy,” she whined. Ah, the magic word.

“Good girl. And good girls get rewarded.”

As promised, I dropped to my knees behind her, yanking her bikini bottoms down over those wide hips and out of that plush ass crack as I went. Right before my eyes, I had it: my hands digging into her cheeks and spreading Ellen wide, treating me to the unspoiled sights of a glistening, hairless pussy and a pretty, puckered asshole.

“Fuck yes!” I growled. I dove right between those plush booty cheeks and licked a long, powerful lash of my tongue along her flowing cunt, savoring the flavor of Ellen’s yummy, grooling slit.

“D-Daddy!” She mewled, wiggling back on me, feeding me the prey I was hungrily devouring. “That’s so good. So good!” I lapped upward, away from her clit, drilling my tongue into her pussy. “Yesss!” She moaned as I tasted her cunthoney from the source, nice and deep.

“Where else you want my tongue?” I teased, giving her another rough lick up her twat.

“In—ohhh,” she shuddered under my tonguing. “In my ass, Daddy!” She whined.

“Show me.” I ordered. “Spread this gorgeous ass for me and show me your hot little asshole. Show me where a slut like you needs her Daddy’s tongue.”

Ellen reached back and scooped under her fleshy cheeks, a palm on each side. Thick girl bubble butt parted like the Red Sea, displaying her yummy little fuckholes—cuntslit and crinkled asshole.

“Is that what you want to see, Daddy? My spread holes opening up for you?”

“Rngnhh!” I roared, too animalistic for words. My tongue skewered her asshole, pressing inside, licking all around.

“Yes, Daaaadyyy!” She wailed. “I needed—ooo—needed this. Yesss, eat my ass!”

“Love eating this ass,” I bayed between her thick, juicy ass cheeks, tongue dancing all around her ring. I reached my right hand down to open my trunks so I could pump my steel-hard dick as I licked. A glob of precum lubed me up. I fisted my dick furiously, intoxicated by the aroma of Ellen’s sweet little holes.

“Tongue-fuck my slutty asshole, Daddy! Oooh, thank youuuu!” She moaned throatily. My left hand was digging into soft booty flesh, my thumb well positioned to toy her cunt in tandem with my tongue on her backdoor. “Fuck! Fuck!” Thumb stroking clit and tongue licking asshole, Ellen shuddered out extra honey onto my chin.

“Did you just cum?” I glared from between her trembling thickness. “Did you just cum getting your asshole licked?”

“I—oooh,” she panted. I went back to licking before I got a response.

Electric lust jolted me upright. I stood. My painfully hard cock found her pussy. She was so wet—the slightest push and I’d be buried in her. Raw. The way lust-crazed Daddy dick needs from a woman who smells and feels and tastes this good.

“Time Daddy had this pussy, princess,” I intoned.

“Oh, no, we ca-can’t,” Ellen moaned. But her body disagreed with her words. She was grinding her cunt back on the head of my dick. My precum sloshing together with her wetness.

“But you want this cock, don’t you? You want to feel every single fucking vein pressing up your hot little pussy.”

“But—c-condom,” she whined, still massaging her soused slit back on me.

“Condom? I thought you wanted a hot, raw, nasty fuck.” I said. She whined submissively. “I thought you wanted to feel this bare cock skewer your cunt and pound you the fuck out.”

“D-Daddy,” she whined, conflicted, still pressing back. “Want . . . raw—oh!—raw, bare c-cock.”

“Gladly.” I pressed forward gently. She pushed back, doing most of the work to seal her sloppy, raw gash all around my throbbing prick.

“OH FUCK!” Ellen shrieked as half my cock burrowed up her.

“Fuck YES!” I roared, feeling the hottest, wettest pussy gurgling along my dick. Her cunt softly trembled, as if submitting to my conquering her raw breeding hole. I couldn’t wait—I pulled back and plunged my full length into her.

“Ah! Fuck! That’s huge!” She whimpered as my trim pelvis clapped her huge ass.

“And you’re taking all of it! So fucking wet!” I groaned. Her cunt was singing on my dick, gushing and sloshing, the sweet music of burbling pussy filling the bathroom along with the fleshy slapping sounds of a horny man plowing his bitch from the back.

“Raw—Daddy—pounding my pussy!” She moaned, incoherent, pussy clasping so tightly it nearly pushed me out of her.

“You just came again, you hot little bitch!” I accused, pounding away at my bent-over slut.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

“You like Daddy’s raw cock up your cunt, slut?”

“I love it!” She cried! “I love it! I’m a slave for raw cock!”

“Fuck yes you are!” I dug my hands hard into her hips, spurred on by her words. “This raw dick owns your holes, baby. You’re my sweet little fuckdoll.” Ass clapping, pulsing cunt and throbbing dick writhing together. This was primal. Mating behavior. I was on fire. I knew Ellen was, too, but I didn’t care. I just needed this.

“I love it, Daddy! I love it!” I smacked her ass hard. “Oof! Yes! Degrade me, Daddy!” She begged. So I spanked her again. “I’m just a hole for you! Use me, Daddy. Own me!”

Pumping Ellen nasty on my bare dick, I swiped a thumb up her gushing slit and teased it around her asshole. “Daddy owns you here, too, doesn’t he?”

“Oh! Oh!” That wasn’t the response I wanted, I started pressing my thickest digit up her ass. My thumb slid in with ease. Like Ellen was made to be my anal whore. “Fuck!” She wailed. “That’s so much!”

“But I fucking own this ass, don’t I?” I demanded, massaging inside her asshole with my thumbprint as my cock smashed her pussy.

“You own my ass, Daddy! You own me! Fucking use me! Use me!”

“Gonna use you as my cumdumpster, bitch!” Flesh smacking rapidly, my cock felt on the verge of exploding.

“B-breed me, Daddy,” Ellen whimpered softly.

That word—breed—sent me into overdrive. I dug my thumb deeper up her ass, pressing it downward so I could feel my cock sawing in and out of her cunt through that thin membrane separating pussy from asshole.

“Oh! Oh!” She seemed to love that.

“Gonna breed you, bitch!” My hips were flying up her. “Daddy owns—this—cunt!” And there it was: Fully embedded, cock imprinting her cervix, I came. I started spraying my cum as deep inside Ellen as any man possibly could.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Ellen’s orgasming pussy tried to squeeze me out again, but I kept it buried deep. She was mine. Her orgasm was to milk my wad into her. As deep as she could take it. As much semen as I could plant in her. She smelled like primal sexuality, and I needed to redecorate her bare pussy with my DNA. Her asshole fluttered on my thumb. It felt like I was jetting out the biggest ropes of spunk I’d ever shot in my life.

Our mutual orgasms left us both a mess. Both panting. Ellen was still braced against the wall—impressive leg and core strength, to hold herself up through that onslaught—but her knees were buckling. My torso flopped to rest on her back, though I tried not to put too much weight on her. I had mostly come down from my white-hot orgasm, but I still felt a few drops of cum flowing out my cockhead and into Ellen’s body. My thumb was free from her asshole. I was kneading her hips. My conquest complete.

“That . . . that was incredible,” I huffed between breaths. I was dripping sweat onto her. She didn’t say anything for maybe a full minute. Just kept breathing. Then she spoke.

“I can’t believe we did that. I can’t believe I let you fuck me raw!” She was clearly upset. I thought it the right time to pull out and give her space. “Oof,” she grunted as my half-hard, slowly-softening cock came out of her cum-filled pussy.

“It was incredible. Absolutely incredible. And you don’t have anything to worry about from me. Fuck, that was so good, Ellen.” I enthused.

She stood up and turned towards me. Tears in her eyes. Her bikini bottoms were still around her ankles, her tits covered in the top.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Did you not have a good time?”

“Of course I did!” She cried. “You fucked me so good. That’s what makes it so bad! I have a boyfriend and you just fucked me bare, better than I’ve been fucked in I can’t even remember how long!”

“I’m . . . sorry?” I offered stupidly.

Ellen reached down and touched herself between her legs. “Ngh,” she grunted. “I’m so sore. And you came so much. Holy shit. I thought my boyfriend came a lot. You—ngh—there’s so much cum in me.” Her fingertip teased her opening. I couldn’t tell if she was inspecting the aftermath or trying to turn me on again.

“Want more?” I asked, my mouth hanging open slightly.

She pulled up her bikini bottoms. “I need to go back to my room. I need to think. Oh, God.”

We exited the pool area bathroom together. As we turned the corner, the hotel worker at the front desk, a biracial man in a polo shirt, gave me a knowing smile. Ellen kept her eyes towards the elevators, but I caught his gaze tracing the curves of her body. He had a good idea what had happened. No doubt he’d love to have a go with her, too.

When the elevator came, I turned to her. “Want me to take the next one?” I asked.

“It’s fine,” she said sullenly, her tongue catching in the back of her throat.

She pressed the button for my floor. She wasn’t looking at me. She kept looking straight ahead at the panel of buttons.

“What floor are you on?” I asked her.

“Are you serious, David?” She cocked an eye in my direction.

“Ye—yes?” I wasn’t sure what she was getting at.

“I can’t believe you.” She rolled her eyes. She didn’t seem to be in a communicative mood, so I kept mum.

We got out of the elevator. I walked towards my room, and Ellen walked next to me. I kept glancing over at her, watching her thighs jiggle. As in the elevator, she kept her eyes forward.

She was still with me when I reached my door. “Are you coming in?” I asked.

“Um, no,” she returned coldly, her head shaking slightly. She knocked on the door of the room next to mine. She waited for maybe twenty seconds before sighing and rummaging through her small handbag for a room key. She tapped it to the card reader, and the door light lit green. She pulled it open and walked in.

The door was closing of its own weight when I heard her shriek, “What the fuck? What the ACTUAL FUCK?!” I sprang and caught the door so I could check on her.

When I stepped into the room next to mine, I saw, on the hotel room couch, a man scrambling to close his trousers and buckle his belt. Those black-rimmed glasses he had. It was the man I saw come out of this room a few days ago. And on the floor right in front of him, on her knees, was that same skinny blonde girl.

“Baby,” he smiled at Ellen, with all the sincerity of someone who knew he’d been caught redhanded. “I thought you were out for the day.”

“You thought I was out?” Ellen raged. “You thought I was OUT?! Is that why you’re getting a fucking blowjob from some other girl in our hotel room, Jack?!”

The blonde girl stood up slowly. “Ellen, I’m so sorry.” Her voice was high and forward and American. Even wavering with her tearing up, I noticed how similar she sounded to Ellen. There was still a trail of saliva down her face.

“How could you, Steph?” Ellen questioned her. “We’ve shared drinks before. Oh my god!” Ellen yelled at the man. “Is she why we’re in London? Because she’s living here? Is this the fucking business trip you had to take?!”

Suddenly things started clicking for me. “Wait, is this your boyfriend?” I asked Ellen. But she wasn’t paying attention to me.

“Who the hell is he?” The man in glasses shouted.

Ellen’s fists were clenched tightly at her sides. “Oh, I’ll fucking tell you who he is, Jay,” she sneered. “He’s someone who’s actually here for business. Not to fuck some—some workplace sidepiece! When you were up here, ‘working’ or whatever,“ Ellen gesticulated air quotes, “instead of going on dates with me like you promised we would, he actually spent time to me. Just because he’s nice. Just because he thought I was fun to be around. He didn’t belittle me or pretend that my career doesn’t matter! You asshole!”

A part of me was mortified, standing behind Ellen, watching this drama unfold. But another part of me was enrapt. If I had popcorn I’d been munching on it. I was beginning to understand what made soap operas so engrossing.

“Babe, we weren’t even doing any—” The man started.

“I saw your dick in her mouth!” Ellen screamed. She shook her head. “And you. I can’t believe it. You turned me down. I kept telling you—begging, even, being sexy about it—I wanted to suck your cock, Jack! I was telling you how I wanted to be a sloppy cocksucking whore for you, but you said you ‘had to work,’ you ‘had to focus.’”

The blonde looked at the man on the couch like he’d slapped her. “You told me you two barely ever had sex anymore,” she sniffled.

“Maybe if you weren’t always so demanding,” this dude, Jack, started at Ellen, “always pressuring me—”

“No. No, no, no!” Ellen cut in. “You never told me anything like that. You never even tried to talk to me! Not once. Not once, Jack!” She shook her head. “You could’ve said, ‘baby, it’s been a rough time, can I have space?’ Or ‘can we just cuddle tonight?’ You said nothing. Nothing!

“And you always act like you want more sex!” Ellen screamed. “You’ve been begging me to let you stick it in my ass. And last night I told you you could!”

“Yeah, if I put my tongue in your butt,” he miffed, sounding almost like a child. “That’s gross.”

“Gross?! How am I supposed to want you to fuck my ass if you think it’s so gross you won’t give it a lick? I told you how dirty that makes me feel. And it’s not fun-dirty!”

“Assholes are dirty, Ellen!” He shot back.

“I showered for you!” She cried. “I made sure I was clean. You barely even eat my pussy. Why . . . .” She seemed to have a revelation. “Why have I put up with you for so long?

Ellen glanced back at me for a moment and then turned back to Jack, who was now fuming, arms crossed over his chest. The blonde woman was standing up, her head hung in shame.

“You know what?” Ellen said. “Fuck it. I’ve been struggling with how you’ve cold shouldered me. With what it did to me. I wanted to be better for you. I wanted to try. But fuck you, Jack. Fuck you. You’re not worth trying for.”

Ellen turned towards me and stepped forward. She grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on her bikini-bared booty. “Wanna fuck my newly single ass?” She asked, looking up at me with pouty lips and bouncing her butt against my palm.

“Is that what you actually want right now?” I said quizzically. I couldn’t help giving her ass a squeeze. Jack looked furious. The blonde looked mortified.

“I want you to fucking rail my asshole. Hard. Hard enough that I forget about my dirtbag ex,” she looked over her shoulder and shot daggers from her eyes at him, “and scream down the walls of this fucking hotel.”

Ellen ushered us out of the room. Holding the door open with her body, she turned back to Jack and his mistress and said, “I’ll get my stuff in an hour. But you might want to be out of here before then.” She let go of the door, and quickly we made it into my room next door.

“Fucking bastard!” Ellen swore once the door was closed. “I bet that skank can’t even suck cock half as well as I do.” She grabbed my hand and walked me over to my bed. Springing onto her tiptoes, she kissed me, hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth and rubbing my cock through my swim trunks.

“Ellen,” I broke in, pulling away from her, “are you sure this is what you need right now? That was a lot you just went through.”

“I appreciate you,” she replied. Her hands grasped my waist. Her eyes were full of fire and depth. “I really do. Console me like a nice guy later. Right now, I need you to fucking destroy me.”

Blood rushed into my cock at her words. Ellen dropped to her knees and undid my trunks, yanking them to my ankles.

“Now that’s a cock,” she said with awe. She grabbed my hardening dick and licked sloppily from balls to tip before wrapping her lips around me, taking me deep into her mouth.

“You suck so good!” I groaned, standing there with my head flung back and my cock embedded in this sloppy suckslut’s mouth. Ellen stared up at me, brown doe eyes shimmering submissively as she bobbed nastily up and down my dick.

With a slurp, Ellen let my slimy dick fall from her mouth. “You like how I suck your big dick, Daddy?” She teased. She was loud. She wanted her ex to hear this.

“God damn! You know I do! You’re so—aw, fuck yeah, gobble up that cock!” She dove back in, savoring my dick like it was the sweetest candy. “Yes, jerk it while you suck me, you sexy slut!” Her hand was pumping the base in time with her sliding sucking mouth. Her cheeks pulled inward with suction, the inside of her mouth gliding like sex silk all along my sensitive prick.

“Mmm,” she gurgled, pulling off my dick again and rubbing her drool into my balls. “Fuck my face? Please, Daddy?” She pouted up at me. “I want you to make me me a throatfuck whore for this massive dick.” She fluttered her eyelashes. “Make me take it. Pretty please?”

I ran both hands through her brunette hair and grasped her head. I pulled Ellen’s mouth to my dick. Her lips parted as I began thrusting in.

“Glrghh, glrghh!” She sputtered.

“That’s it, bitch! You look good on your knees. Yeah, take this fucking cock!” I pressed in. Deeper, deeper. I hit her soft palate and pulled back, angling my cock to slide it down into her gullet. “There you go, princess,” I gloated, feeling her esophagus giving passage to me. Swallowing me. “Suck it down. Fuck!”

I wrapped her locks around my knuckles and started pumping her throat. Deep thrusts like I was smashing her pussy. Relishing how her tight throat opening massaged my spit-slopped dick.

“Rghh!” She gasped from the back of her tonsils. But she wasn’t fighting me. She was giving up that mouth like a good throatfuck whore, holding steady so I could abuse her pretty face.

“Yes, nice and deep!” I cried. Violent, rapid thrusts had my balls smacking her chin. I wrenched back, freeing her from my cock.

“Ahh!” She panted. Her face was a spit-coated wreck. But she was beaming at me. “That’s so much cock!”

“And you took every fucking bit of it,” I smiled back at her.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She reached forward, gave me a suck and a lick, and spat from her wreckage of a mouth all over my dick.

“For what, slut?” I pet her scalp, my fingers raking through her hair.

“For fucking my throat and making me take every inch.” She knew just what to say.

“Want more cock in your throat, princess?” I asked with mock-sweetness. I knew this would get nasty again.

“Please, Daddy. Please feed me co—rngghh!” I didn’t wait for her to finish answering to forcefeed her again.

“Sloppy facefuck whore!” I hissed, her head in my hand as I abused her fucktoy throat. “Yeah, all the fucking way down!” I stayed deep, stroking in and out only a few inches. I wasn’t leaving that gullet.

“Glrgg! Glrgh!” Her throat glugged sweet music around my invading prick.

“Stick out that tongue and lick Daddy’s balls, honey,” I ordered. She obeyed, pink tongue darting out and teasing the folds of my sac. “Yes! Good girl! Lick those fucking nuts like a greedy ballsdeep suckwhore.”

“Mrmm! Mm!” She moaned from her cockstuffed maw, licking my balls more eagerly at my words. She bounced on her knees. Her tits flew out of her little bikini top. And she had a hand crammed down her bottoms, working her cunt.

“Good fuckslave.” I complimented, loving her utter oral submission.

“Pnrff! Mnghh!” She sputtered. I felt her throat tighten suddenly and rolled my hips back, giving her oral cavity a break.

“Too much?” I asked.

“No,” she replied immediately. “God no. So good. Fuck!” Her wrist was flying in between her legs. “I feel like such a whore!” Her voice then got quieter. “You could hear me getting fucked in my room, right?”

I wasn’t expecting to talk about this. “Well, um. Yeah,” I confirmed. I sat back on the bed. “I didn’t know it was you, though.”

“Did you like what you heard?” She stood up.

“I may have jerked off to it,” I confessed.

“That’s so hot,” she said earnestly. She pulled her bikini top down so it bunched around her waist. Her perky, full tits were out and proud. She twirled around so her big ass was towards me. Bending slightly at the waist, she stuck her butt towards me and slowly lowered her leopard print bikini bottoms. My eyes bugged out as the strip of fabric in her ass crack sprung free. There it was: her lust-glossed pussy.

“I really do need to get my ass fucked, Daddy,” she mewled, peering over her shoulder with a slutty smile. “My shitty ex wouldn’t treat this ass right.” She grasped her voluptuous booty cheeks and spread them, showing off her little starfish. “Give it a kiss, please, Daddy?” She sucked a finger into her mouth and slowly pressed it to her crinkled rim. “It feels so nice,” she gushed, circling her finger on the sensitive hole. “I need Daddy to kiss it and make it feel even better.” She wiggled her hips, making her ass jiggle irresistibly.

I fell to my knees like they had lead in them and stabbed my tongue right up Ellen’s sphincter.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck!” She wailed. My tongue bore into her anus, wriggling like I was hunting for buried treasure. “Lick my asshole, Daddy! Eat it like it’s just another sweet little cunt for you to have!”

I squeezed her bountiful booty with both hands as I rimmed her pucker. “All your holes are just cunts for Daddy, aren’t they?” I snarled between predatory licks.

Ellen’s body trembled, like my words had her pussy on the edge. “All my holes are pussies for Daddy. My cuntpussy, my mouth pussy, my asspussy. Fuck!” I lapped her clit, dragging my tongue through her pussy juice en route back to her asshole. “Just an asspussy. For Daddy.” She was whimpering to herself as I rimmed her, delighted at the filthiness.

“Gonna fuck this ass as rough as you’ve ever had it up your pussy, princess!” I stood up and pressed my steel-hard dick to her backdoor. Precum varnished her spit-slicked rim.

“Get your Daddy dick wet in my pussy first. Please? Fuck my slutty cunt raw. Like you own it.” I angled my pelvis to comply, my painfully erect dick easily finding her welcoming entrance and spearing her. “Yes! Nice and big! ” Ellen screamed. I wasn’t stopping. I buried every last inch in her, my balls swinging at her clit.

“Ngh, that pussy is nice!” I gritted. It was lick warm, gooey velvet was gently begging me to spew my load as deep as I could. I could still feel the dregs of the last orgasm I pumped inside her.

“Like that, Daddy, like that! Long strokes. Long—yes! Oh god long stroke my pussy!”

I couldn’t have been giving Ellen a raw, standing cunt-fuck for more than a minute, and I already felt like I was going to lose my load. I smacked her ass hard, making her yelp. “Get on the bed.” I told her, unsheathing myself. She hastily crawled onto her hands and knees. She dropped her left shoulder to the mattress and looked back at me. Big, beautiful booty proudly presented, eyes watching me. Eager to see me take her.

“Come fuck this ass, Daddy.” I followed her onto the bed, kneeling, pussy-shined cock once again at her precious pucker.

“Is this my ass now?” I grabbed her hips, preparing to drill her backdoor.

“Fuck it like you own it,” she burned. “Rape my fucking asshole!”

I pressed in. But I couldn’t get the head in. She was too tight. “Relax,” I whispered, bending over her so my mouth was at her neck. “Breathe. Deep breaths.” I felt her lungs fill with air and exhale. Her asshole sighed open with the rest of her, and my cock, already pressing her anal opening, started burrowing up her snug backdoor.

“Ooooh fuuuuuck!” Ellen wailed.

“Shhh, that’s a good girl,” I cooed, stroking her brown locks. “Keep breathing. It’s ok. I won’t hurt you.” I held steady. I didn’t want it to hurt. At least not in unpleasant ways. I wanted her to fall in love with letting me have her ass.

When I felt her loosen slightly, I softly fed more of my dick up Ellen’s beautiful butt. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.” She moaned. I slid deeper.

“Look back at me, princess.” I had both hands on her jutting hips. Her wide brown eyes met mine.

“You’re—you’re in my ass!” She said with disbelief.

I smiled. “And you’re giving it up for me like a good girl.”

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy!” Her words quickened and her back channel rippled on my shaft. I thrust in more. “Oh fuuuck!” Ellen hissed. I was balls deep up her asshole, my hips draped over her big ass.

“Ggood fucking girl!” I commended loudly.

“F-fuck it, Daddy! Fuck my tight—little—asshole—oh god!” Her pussy drooled down my balls as they tapped her on my in-strokes. I was drilling in and out, relishing the heat and tightness of her tiniest hole on my invading dick.

“That’s all of it. You took every fucking inch.” I pet her hair. My pace accelerated.

“That feels so good! It’s so intense! Own my ass. Oh! Own my fucking ass!” Ellen arched her back like we were in a yoga class, making her bubble butt look even bigger.

“Gonna long stroke this asshole like it’s your cunt, kitten,” I cajoled. My fingers dug into her hips, my manmeat pistoning in and out of her assguts.

“Long strokes! Fuck! How—how?” Ellen watched me fuck her bent-over ass. Her lower lip trembled. “How does it feel so fucking good?” She looked truly confused, like she had no idea how getting deep-dicked sodomized could be that pleasurable.

“Because you’re a dirty anal slut.” I said cooly, like I was explaining some objective fact of reality. “Because your body knows that Daddy owns you. Because all your holes belong to me. Including this tight—little—asshole!” I snarled those last words and pumped her butt faster.

“Ho—oh, oh my god. Oh my god! I’m—ngh, oh my god oh my god oh my god!” I was speeding down her Hershey highway, pummeling her anal fuckchannel. “That’s g-gonna make me c-c-cum oh fuuuuck!” Staking my conquest, I plowed long, hard, and deep.

“Cum all over this dick!” I roared. “Yeah! Cum for your deep—anal—fucking!”

“FUCK FUCK FUCK OH FUUUUCK!” Ellen quivered magnificently. And I fucking felt all of it. That elastic-snug asshole clenching, clenching, clenching my invading cock. I felt gushes of pussy cream stain my balls. It was too much.

“You nasty anal whore! Fuck!” I roared my own orgasm into Ellen’s squeezing guts. Cum rocketed out my dick like a bent garden hose suddenly let straight. I felt the warm cream spray her backdoor. Blast after massive blast. Conquering Daddy spunk laying claim to the only hole of hers I hadn’t yet cum in. Time lost meaning. Reality faltered. That’s how hard I climaxed.

And then there I was: draped over Ellen’s back, both of us huffing from coital exhaustion, my dick still hard and buried in her asshole.

“I can’t believe you made me cum from getting my ass fucked!” Ellen said after some time had gone by. I kissed the back of her neck.

“The magic was inside you all along,” I joked.

“Or maybe you fucked some magic into me,” she snarked back, clenching her sphincter, making me shudder.

“That’s good,” I groaned. “You like sucking all of Daddy’s magic up into your ass?”

“You have no idea.” I pressed on Ellen’s thighs to lay her flat. I lay on top of her. My cock was still keeping her ass plugged. And I frankly had no intention of changing that.

“Think he heard?” I gestured to the wall with my thumb, indicating what had been—and I guess still was—Ellen’s hotel room.

“I don’t even care. I just needed that.” She looked at me and kissed me softly. Oddly softly considering the rough, ball-slapping anal sex we’d just had.

“Need me to pull out?” I asked. I was worried she’d be getting sore.

“Don’t you dare!” She objected. She shimmied her ass back on my dick for emphasis.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled us onto our left sides. Her skin felt wonderful on mine. I think we were both about as satisfied as two people could be. After what couldn’t have been too long, we both fell asleep on that London hotel bed. My arms around Ellen, my cock still in her ass.