0 comments/ 27470 views/ 2 favorites Hotel Hell By: Vystra Syn Walking into the lobby for yet another lengthy stay in beautiful Hiroshima City. The throng of people chattering and milling around remind you of worker ants building a new home. With a resigned sigh you step up to take your place in the long line and await your turn to check in. Setting your bags on the floor you glance around the lobby. The lilting sound of nimble fingers flying over ivory keys of a Grand Piano floats into the crowded space and you look for the source. The crowd parts just enough for you to see the entrance to another room, a brass sign above the doorway says "Piano Room". Deciding you can just as easily check in later you pick up your bags and move towards the room. The low murmurs from the other travelers slowly fade away as the melody fills your ears. At first glance the room appears empty save for a single high backed chair set to face the windows atop a small but raised dias. Sunlight pours through each pane of glass casting a luminous glow to the gilded chair where a bare foot swings idly from within the padded confines. "Come no further," a feminine voice purrs commandingly from the sunbathed dias. The music stops and the silence roars like a tidal wave in the unadorned room. Slowly. Silently. The platform rotates, sending blinding beams of sunlight ricocheting in every direction, every angle from the embellished "throne". Shards of light splinter your eyes until the platform comes to rest. In all of her naked glory she is spread out before you, open to your exploring eyes. She is perfection. Her auburn hair falls in thick waves down her chest. Taut pink nipples atop firm breasts peek out from beneath the heavy mass. Slightly muscular, yet slender legs part slowly as she trails her hands from her knees up her thighs to the moist curls covering her pussy. Ever so slowly she parts her outer lips and strokes a single finger across her tightening clit. Moisture coats the tip of her finger as she lifts it to her mouth. Her full lips parting just enough for the slim finger to enter and be encircled by her waiting tongue. Pushing deeper, to the back of her throat and back out until the nail is exposed she repeats the motions again and again as if she is slowly sucking your cock. Her eyes leave yours only long enough to travel the length of your body and rest on your hardening crotch. A faint smile pulls at the corners of her lips and her eyes lift again to yours at the same time pulling her finger out of her mouth, across her lower lip and down her throat. Standing she brushes her hair back over her shoulders giving you an unobstructed view of her lithe body. "Come with me," she whispers huskily as she saunters by dragging her hand across your hard cock. Not once does she look back. She expects you to follow. Her gaze wavers neither right nor left, seemingly oblivious to the shocked expressions of those gathered in the lobby. Her movements are graceful, catlike and the languid sway of her hips calls to you. Mesmerized, you follow. Your eyes graze the firm flesh from her thighs to her ass. The quiet ringing of the elevator bell pulls you from your erotic reverie. With a crook of her finger she beckons you into the small mirrored car. As doors slide shut and the car begins it's steady ascent she drops to her knees. Nimble fingers unbutton and unzip your pants with one stroke and they fall into a puddle at your feet. Her hands move quickly behind your legs to cup your ass and pull you slightly down and forward to her waiting mouth. She takes you deeply and completely into her warm mouth. The rough texture of her tongue strokes the underside of your cock slowly while her lips slide firmly over your hardened length. She arches her head back to take you farther into her throat as her hands pull and push you against her face. Amber eyes filled with passion search out your own and command you wordlessly... "Fuck me" Dropping a hand from your ass, she spreads her legs and starts to finger fuck herself. Moans, her moans, reverberate through her throat and mouth onto your cock and balls as she nears orgasm. She moves her other hand under you cupping your balls together, she rolls them slowly against one another, matching the movements of her mouth. Feeling you tighten she releases your sac and runs her finger tip along the sensitive spot between your balls and ass. Her fingers spread your ass cheeks gently apart. The tip of her finger touches your virgin hole and moves in a slow circle. With each thrust of your hips her finger touches lightly and retreats. Your hips thrust against her as you drive your cock into her mouth. The orgasm takes you by storm, causing your knees to buckle slightly. She pushes you against the mirrored walls and sucks every inch of your throbbing member down her throat. Her throat convulses with each pulse of cum that pours from your body. She sucks slower and softer as your tremors subside, until your head falls back against the steamed mirrors with a groan of your own. Realizing your hands are fisted in her auburn hair, you untangle the threads from your fingers with care and reach out to pull her into your arms. Heat engulfs your body as she wraps her arms around your neck and nuzzles against your chest. A whisper.. "David" comes to you through the sexual haze.. "David". "David, your room will be ready in 20 minutes sorry for the delay. If you would please have a seat in the piano room the hotel will be happy to buy you a drink." Hotel Hell After having filled me with your juices, you withdraw from me. I feel my legs getting wet with the evidence of our experience. I think you are finished with me, that you will leave me alone. My mistake. "What are you waiting for, bitch? Get down there and lick that cum off my dick. Now, before it dries." You shove my face toward your beast. I try to pull away. "I don't want to," I say, casting my blue eyes to the side and pushing at your midsection. You force my mouth to the base of your cock. "Lick, whore," you command. You have your hands on either side of my head with your fingers entwined in my long, blonde hair, and are pressing me into your gooey hair. The aroma of our sex sends tingles to my pussy, but I try desperately to ignore them. Your hands tighten on my head, giving me the unspoken knowledge that I would regret not obeying. I begin to lick the mixture of our creams from your hair. The scent is intoxicating. When I am finished there, I move on to the invader itself. "Oh, yes, you dirty tramp. Lick the cum off that big cock." Indeed, it is big; a good 9 inches at least. I run my moist lips over the base of you, darting out my tongue as I make my way around its girth. My mouth travels up to your head. I pause for a moment, only to be scorned for taking too long. "Bitch, I didn't tell you to stop. Suck that soldier into your hole." I put your dick into my mouth reluctantly. I am surprised by the wonderful taste we have created. I begin to suck hungrily, moaning as I ravage your cock. My pussy begins to pulsate. I slip my hand down to coddle it, to squeeze my clit between my fingers to try and tame the passion that is rising there. You grab my hair, and pull hard. "What are you doing, slut? You've got your fingers stuck up that cunt while you're cleaning me up? You fucking whore. You'd fuck anyone who came for you, wouldn't you? WOULDN'T YOU???" You smack me hard across the face with the back of your hand. "Get off me, you slutty little bitch. I'm through with you. For now, anyway." You shove me across the bed and arise to get dressed. I curl up silently in the corner of the bed and watch you walk out the door. ***** This is the first moment I have to myself since you took me from the mall parking lot. I never saw you coming from the other side of that van, and you were quick in grabbing both my hands in one of yours and clapping your other over my mouth. I had never felt such terror. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but wonder. I wondered where we were going. As it turns out, we are in a hotel room somewhere on the outskirts of town. I can see the lights from the city through the window. ***** Now that you are gone, my hand creeps to the sopping wet pussy you have left wanting. I begin to rub my fingertip over the engorged bud. Without your forceful hand, I hesitate for a moment, not knowing which direction to take my fantasy. I could easily think of any number of things that encourage orgasms, but my mind strays to your discipline. Why had I enjoyed your rape so much? It was wrong, but yet my pussy is leaking my own juices. I think of your hand across my face, your demeaning words- specifically when you called me a "whore" and a "slutty little bitch." My fingers are hard at work now, whipping across my clit with vigor. I look around the room for something, anything to fill my hole. My pussy is gaping, and I spot a bud vase on the nightstand. I remove the fake flowers, and stick the bottom end of it up my twat. I'm slow at first, as it is rather large, but I finally get it in there, and work my fingers like mad on my bud. My thoughts turn to you. Your look of displeasure, your horrible words to me, your physical abuse, and I begin to climax. I contract around the vase and it seems the spasms will never end. I begin to moan aloud, "Call me your bitch. I'm your dirty little slut. Fuck me like I'm a whore." Soon, my orgasm is intensifying to heights I never could have dreamed about. That's when you return. You catch me with the vase stuck up my fuck hole, and my face in obvious ecstasy. "Well, look at what we have here; a horny little tramp who will stick anything up there to get off." My shame is written all over my face, as you come over to me and grab me by the throat. "You, my little vixen, are going to take this big cock in your ass while you've got that vase up your hungry little twat." The thought both scares and excites me. I try not to show the excitement for fear you won't do it. You roughly flip me onto my stomach, telling me to hold the vase in place. I hear you grab for the KY, and within moments you are easing your dick into my ass. Once you break the mushroom head through my tight little asshole, you forcefully drive the rest of your cock into me, and begin thrusting in and out quickly. You tell me, "Work that vase in and out of there, you little whore. Tell me who you are to me. Tell me what you want to do." "I am your servant, and you are my master. I am your sex toy. I am your slut to be used any way you want." I contemplate what to say next. Do I REALLY want this? I decide yes, I like this scene. This was a huge turn-on for me. "I want for you to ravage my body; to force your hand if I get out of line. I want you to degrade me, call me the dirty names that I deserve." "Oh, you want to be degraded, do you? Well, let's just see how much you want it, bitch." I hear you grunt through the orgasm that sends your seed shooting into my ass. Your breathing is labored and I feel your organ go soft. "Take that damn thing out of your pussy," you command. I take it out as quickly as I can, wondering what is to come. "You say you want to be degraded? Well, this is how it's done." You flip me over, spread my legs open wide on the bed, and kneel between them. Your cock has grown soft by now, but you hold it in your hands and command me to raise my arms above my head. I do as I am told, wondering where this will lead. "What are you doing?" I ask. "Don't get mouthy with me, girl. You'll just lie there and take it." You hold your cock and aim it at me. Then, as a look of relief passes across your face, you begin to piss on me. At first I am appalled, thinking it disgusting. Then, I am really turned on. Your warm piss shoots back and forth across my tits, down my belly, and then splashes against my pussy hole. The sensation is electrifying. I begin to rub it all over my stomach. "Please, please piss on my pussy some more." I am surprised when you oblige me, but I watch intently as the stream of amber liquid shooting from your cock arcs down and lands on my cunt. I open my legs wider to receive your abuse. My body begins to tremble, and I am shaken with another orgasm, this one much more intense than the other. This is such a dirty act; so taboo. I love it. I am covered in your golden liquid, and my pussy aches from feeling so aroused. Your piss slows to a dribble, and you shake off the remaining droplets. You look at me very briefly with a softer look in your eye, just for a moment, then it is gone and replaced with, "Get your ass in the shower, you dirty whore. I want you clean when the crew gets here."