Hotel Screamer

"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.