Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

Even cautiously opening the other bedroom door—finding Velvet and Christopher lying on top of each other equally as naked, there were no signs of their clothing or anybody else's. Even the linens in the other bathroom were gone!

"What the fuck?" she muttered again, wondering where her clothes were.

Jen looked at the clock seeing it was 4:30 A.M. Larry was picking her and Velvet up for the off-site photo-shoot at eight, so she had time to sleep off some of the effects of her night as well as wash up, once again her priority focused upon getting back to her hotel room.

In her drunken and probably drugged mine, the only thing she could suddenly think of was the desire to get back to her room.

She also wanted to be out of the suite before any of the other men woke up, afraid of what may happen.

It was not that she did not trust them, she did not trust herself. How could she have let them have their way with her? How could she have had sex with five guys at one time? And not only sex, but depraved acts of sodomy, sucking, and carnality she had never even imagined, recalling how she had been contorted and positioned in ways she had never contemplated as the men used her repeatedly.

Yes she had been drunk, maybe even drugged; however, none of that mattered as she felt she should have stopped everything from happening. She should have gone back to her room, regardless of what Velvet and the other guys had urged.

Thinking about her assistant, she thought about waking her up, but glancing back into the other bedroom and seeing her body entwined with Christopher's, she knew she could not wake one up without waking the other—and Christopher would undoubtedly wake the other men up.

Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention as Tom moved his arm, rolling over upon the bed and frightening her. Seeing him move, Jen knew she had to get to her room. It was the foremost thought in her mind. There she had a shower, she had clothes, and she had it all to herself.

Her mind flashed back to the evening, being serviced, fucked, and fucking each of the guys. Jen forcibly pushed the thoughts out of her head, feeling her body heat up in arousal.

How could she still be aroused, she wondered? She would have thought the night's debauchery and depravity upon herself by the five guys would have appeased any appetite for sex she had for quite some time; and yet she could not deny the feelings and sensations coursing through her body, the heat within her lower pelvis, her breasts, and in fact her entire body causing her mind to keep returning to thoughts of the earlier evening.

God, she needed to get to her room, she thought, or else she would be jumping the guys where they lay!

Her room was on this floor, she knew, and at this time of the night—or morning—nobody should be in the hallway, so she could make it there even naked, her only thought on getting as far from this room as possible and back within her own.

Reaching her decision, she slowly opened the door to the suite seeing the empty hallway before her. Girding up her courage, she opened the door the rest of the way and began jogging down the hallway. Her breasts were sore from the night's continued attention by the men, so her running was uncomfortable as they swayed before her as she moved quickly down the hallway.

It was not until she heard the door click behind her, passing several rooms already down the hallway, that reason came to her—she was naked in a hotel hallway. And without her key!

"Fuck!" Jen said loudly to herself, realizing she was now locked out of not only her own suite, but the guys' room as well.

What the fuck had she been thinking? Talk about a blonde moment, she had been so focused on getting back to her room she had not even thought about anything else. For once, her comfort being naked had gone against her, thinking nothing of running to her room naked.

What the hell was she going to do now?

Standing naked in the hallway, the odor of sex and cum emanating from her, was definitely not an option. The longer she remained in the hallway, the more chance of somebody coming upon her increased, even at this hour.

She had two options, go back to the guys' room and wake them up by pounding on the door, or call down to the front desk and have somebody open her room.

Although going back to the guys' room was logical, she once again did not trust herself with them.

Had she really allowed five men to fuck her? And worse yet, not individually but all five at once!

The perfume of spent sex and arousal surrounding her like a cloud and the tightness of her skin as the consummation of their lust dried upon her was answer enough.

Again reaching a decision—and hopefully a sounder one than her last—she turned and headed down the hallway to her room. She only paused long enough to pick up the house phone by the elevators.

Immediately a voice answered, saying, "Front desk."

Jen did not know what to say, her mind going blank as the voice over the phone asked if they could help her.

"Uh...yes," she stuttered, completely at a loss for words.

She had heard of people getting locked out of their hotel rooms naked before. But during those times she had thought the people fools, and now the cards now turned on her.

"Ma'am, is everything alright?" the thankfully female voice asked.

Jen was glad a female answered, as it would have been even more embarrassing telling a man her predicament as she answered, "Uh, yes, I got locked out of my room," she said, not wanting to go into details.

"Oh, we can get you back in immediately. What room are you in? And what is your name?" the woman asked.

"This is...uh," she was not sure if the room was registered to her real name or not. Recalling the platinum American Express card Velvet had shown her at dinner she said, "This is Diamond, from room 2025," she finally said.

"Oh yes, Miss Diamond, I'll be right up," the woman said to her relief.

Jen expressed her gratitude as she hung up the phone, quickly walking down to her room to meet the desk clerk. She was greatly appreciative of the small alcove each room had at the doorway as she hid around the corner such that nobody would see her if they were in the hallway. Furthermore, her own suite was the last one down this end of the hallway, so she was safely concealed even if some late night partier came out of the elevator and went to their room she would not be seen. Only somebody coming to her room—such as the female hotel clerk—would come up on her as she anxiously waited.

Alone to her own thoughts, her mind kept going through the evening's events. How had she allowed such a thing to happen?

And she had nobody to blame herself, knowing the entire evening's events were entirely her fault. She could have gone back to her room when they returned to the hotel. She could have left at any time during the game. But in the end, it was she who made the decision to strip and lay upon the bed naked, offering herself up as a sacrifice to a room full of horny male porn stars.

What did she think would happen? She was herself a female porn star, so presenting herself in such a fashion to the men was like placing a steak in front of a pack of hungry dogs.

She was momentarily distracted from her thoughts as she felt a cool tickle upon her stomach. Absently reaching down, she was appalled to find a drizzle of cum coming out of her navel. Sticking her finger into the depression in her stomach, she was horrified to hear a soft 'squish' as she displaced more of the seminal fluid.

It was at that moment she heard the elevator ring on her floor. She was too humiliated to look around the corner to verify it was the hotel clerk, instead waiting quietly for the woman to arrive and let her back into her room, her mind trying to figure out what excuse she could give for her current state of undress.

Suddenly a shape came around the corner and to Jen's horror, she saw it was not a female hotel clerk but a male bellhop. As the young man looked at her in surprise, she recognized the same bellhop who had seen her naked in the limousine!

Her body flushing in embarrassment, she heard him say, "Uh, Miss Diamond?" he asked questioningly.

Jen was used to being naked in front of men, but it was not her nudity that bothered her, instead the explicit and undeniable state of having had sex about her.

As if reading her mind the bellhop's eyes opened in surprise as she literally saw his nostrils flare as comprehension of what her previous activities had been.

Jen felt her body heat up in shame, but not at being found naked and obviously covered by more than one man's lust upon her in a hotel hallway. Instead her shame came from the overwhelming awareness of her breasts tightening, a familiar warmth spreading out from between her legs to her whole body.

Jen she was ashamed at her arousal, how her body was reacting as her nipples visibly rose and hardened before his eyes.

"Uh..." she stammered, again at a loss for words. "I seem to have locked myself out," she said, trying to ignore not the look that the bellhop was giving her, but instead her body's response from it.

"Oh...yes. Here, allow me," the man said, moving to the door and sliding his keycard into it, his eyes never leaving her.

Jen felt a brief moment of relief as the door clicked and he opened it for her, quickly stepping into the room to her sanctuary; however, that relief was short-lived when the door clicked behind her and she turned around to see the bellhop had followed her into the room!

Looking at him, she had a sudden moment of understanding as she stammered, "Oh! Here, let me get you a tip," she told him, beginning to turn to where she kept most of her money.

She stopped in mid-motion as the bellhop said, "No, that's alright. But I do have one request if you don't mind," he asked.

Turning around, Jen saw him reach down to his pants...

It was as if time stopped as she comprehended what he was asking.

She should have expected something like this, she thought with sudden clarity. Here she was, the DSA Spokesmodel, a known porn star, caught naked in the hallway after obviously having participated in some sort of sexual marathon, her body reeking of sex and covered with more than one man's ejaculate.

Jen's previous incomprehensible state of arousal, apparently only temporarily abated from her gangbang with the other men, returned in full force as she felt more than her mouth water.

The words of the DSA Public Relations woman Scarlett flashed into her head, "In simple terms, you are a slut. You are the publicly facing slut of the company. Your actions portray this company, and this company is about sex. When somebody talks about DSA, their thoughts should immediately turn to you, and once they turn to you they should be imagining you willing to fuck them...be the most seductive, fuckable woman they have ever met. You need to tease, you need to tempt, you need flirt, you need to proposition them...your success and the success of this company are hinging on how you present yourself."

At the same time her mind conceded she had already sucked off six strangers tonight, a few of them multiple times. As much as her body had been used by strangers tonight, what was one more?

All of these thoughts happened in the blink of an eye as Jen told him, "Here, let me help with that," to the startled bellhop.

Without another word she walked up to the bellhop and lowered herself down on her haunches, her knees spread open around the bellhop's calves. She smiled up at his surprised face—obviously startled she was so readily agreeing to what he was asking—as she reached up and unbuckled his belt, then unfastened and unzipped his pants, pulling them down past his knees and letting them drop to the floor and pool around his ankles.

The bellhop was wearing blue briefs, and with a seductive smile up at him Jen pulled them out and away from his hardening cock before pulling them also down his legs to join his pants.

Her eyes opened in wonder and admiration as the bellhop's cock was exposed.

Jen had read from several magazines the average man's penis was a little over five inches; however, in the last several weeks she had not come across one under at least eight inches.

As the bellhop's semi-hard cock bobbed in front of her she was staggered to see it was at least nine inches in length and fatter than even Mr. DeWight's cock—and not yet even fully erect!

"My you are a big one," she said to him as she reached up and stroked the amazingly fat cock.

Adding to her surprise was the obvious display of his uncircumcised state, the reddened slit of his cock peeking out of his foreskin, daring her to come get it. Jen had never seen an uncircumcised cock in person, watching mesmerized as the head of his cock slipped in and out from the hooded flesh as she moved her hand back and forth.

Her mouth again watered in anticipation as she looked up at the bellhop, smiling again at his shocked expression.

Unable to hold back any longer, she opened her mouth and took the hardening flesh into her mouth.

A loud hiss of air came from the bellhop's mouth as she began vigorously sucking his cock. After having sucked off five other men repeated throughout the evening, she did not start slow, instead rapidly moving her head back and forth as the fat fleshy member glided in and out from between her lips, the sensation of his foreskin rubbing and sliding across her lips enticingly foreign.

Steadying herself with her left hand on the young man's hip, she caressed her body with her other hand, moving it down her body as she began squeezing her breast.

Jen groaned around the grossly large cock in her mouth, the added sensation of his foreskin across her lips and tongue a tremendous turn-on, as was her own lewd and depraved actions.

Rapidly sucking him and touching herself ignited her previous uncontrolled lust, her head moving quickly back and forth as she sucked the man's cock, falling into a steady rhythm.

Within no time the bellhop's cock was hard as a steel pipe in her mouth. Turned on even more, Jen began slamming his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Almost losing her balance, she returned both hands to the man's hips as she loosened her throat, suddenly forcing her head forward as she took the uncut cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. As the head of the man's dick repeatedly hit the back of her throat Jen continued pushing forward, relaxing her throat and holding back her gag complex as she slammed the cock completely into her throat.

In the back of her mind she comprehended being at the wrong angle to take such a large cock into her throat fully, but gave herself an 'A' for effort as she took as much as she could until her nose almost brushed against the man's pubic hair time and time again.

Jen was smashing her head forward, taking the cock into her mouth and forcing it deep within her throat recklessly. Once again her right hand reached down, this time completely ignoring her breasts as she began rapidly fingering her clit.

Her moans were accompanied and contorted by the staccato sounds of the cock roughly invading her pharynx, the room echoing with the obscene gagging and grunting sounds of the hard appendage forcibly slamming in and out of her wetted throat.

Jen was moving so forcibly she had no time to swallow the frothing saliva within her mouth, her spit continuing to leak into her mouth and lubricate the member. As her throat was continuously blocked by the bellhop's dick, the excess froth began to spill from her mouth, pouring down her chin and on to her breasts and thighs and the floor as she wildly face-fucked him.

Jen could feel the cock hardening even more within her mouth, so pressed even harder against her clit, rapidly stroking her slit as she felt her arousal center upon the small nub against her finger, ready to implode.

Suddenly the bellhop cried out unintelligibly.

At that point two things occurred. The first was the orgasm that had been building up within her body released, surging through her like an electrical current, while her mind shattered in hormonal bliss, totally oblivious to the cock in her mouth, lodged into her very own throat. At the same time the bellhop began to cum, releasing the content of his balls deep within her mouth.

In fact, he not only came, but exploded. The sudden imagery of a garden hose being in her mouth and somebody turning on the spigot full bore came to her as the cock literally erupted within her mouth, his release flooding her oral cavity.

And his second, third, and forth releases were just as copious.

Jen's throat slammed shut in a natural response to her body's convulsions resulting from her own orgasm, so like her frothy spit, his ejaculate having nowhere else to go, the flood of milky release followed the path of least resistance and poured from her mouth.

As Jen's body shuddered from her orgasm, she felt a gush of cum pour down her chin, her neck, and upon her breasts, the warm fluid released from the bellhop as much of an aphrodisiac as the entire depraved act as she continued rapidly fingering herself.

The sensation of the large load pouring across her skin caused her to moan, the sound coming out more as a gurgle. As she slowly gained a little more control of herself she clamped her lips around the cock and began milking it of the rest of its release.

As Jen's orgasm slowly dissipated, she became aware of the bellhop's cock slowly becoming flaccid in her mouth as she enthusiastically cleaned him off.

Eventually she pulled him out of her mouth, giving the head of his cock a kiss, her core clenching in response to the sensation of her lips upon the sensitive member.

As the bellhop pulled up his underwear and pants, Jen stood up, only now feeling the burn in her calves and thighs from being crouched for so long.

"So are you glad you asked for that?" Jen asked with a grin, her post-orgasmic body relaxing after being so intimate with the strange man.

He looked at her in surprise, his face turning red as he told her, "Actually, I was going to ask you for an autograph," he told her.

Jen's eyes opened in bewilderment as he reached down again—this time his hands moving towards his pocket as he pulled out a notepad and pen, holding it out to her.

Her mind shocked at his revelation, she numbly signed the notebook as his cum slowly drooled down her chest as he took the notepad and thanked her "for everything" and left the room.

Only an autograph?

The words echoed in her mind as she heard them over and over.

All he wanted was an autograph and she dropped down in front of him and sucked him off like a complete slut.

And all he wanted was an autograph!

So overcome with the mental trauma of her misunderstanding, Jen sat on the bed. She did not even bother wiping the new coat of semen cooling upon her body as she fell back upon the bed, her mind in turmoil.

Only an autograph! And she had sucked him, deep throated him, literally face-fucked him like a pro.

And then the reality hit her—that was what she was, she had lived up to her DSA Spokesmodel reputation.

She needed a shower, but she first needed calm her nerves and the whirlwind of thoughts within her mind as she closed her eyes, her mind more jumbled than a plate of spaghetti spilled on the floor as she began taking deep breaths to calm herself.

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Jen heard her name—or at least, her stripper's name—carrying over a vast distance. She was afloat in a calm space, snug in a cocoon, not wanting to break free of the warm enveloping cloud.

"Diamond! Diamond! Dammit Jen! Wake up!" the voice was saying.

A few moments later she realized it was Velvet's voice coming to her ears as she opened her eyes. As her pupils adjusted from her sleep she focused on the young woman leaning above her as she laid in bed.