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He came big time, and she came again. I thought she was going to faint. As he fell back, she looked down between her legs and she saw what must have been nine inches of cock slide slowly out of her anus and through her fingers. Her rectum clung to the shaft of his cock like an obscene kiss. She began to relax her torso, but her ass stayed agape without shutting. I thought I saw a look of deep passion across her face.

I had to hurry because room service really was coming. I asked her to say what she wanted. She couldn't think of anything. (I didn't think she could even talk, at that point.) I had to suggest something.

"Do you want them to pee on you?"

I don't know why. It was the first thing that came in my mind. She already had ropes of cum across her face and hair, and I didn't think that they could cum anymore. I expected that she had already taken quite a few loads up her ass and cunt. She was likely to start shitting from all the cum, anyway, and the shower seemed an appropriate place.

She didn't respond, but she didn't object. I wondered if she had done this before. I led her by the hand off the couch and into the bathroom. She stepped into the shower. I made her kneel. The guys just watched as a submissive bimbo did what she was told. They didn't realize that they were bimbos, too.

"Don't just stand there, piss on her."

Only then did they jump into gear. It took a surprisingly long time for one, then the other, and then the last to get a stream going. On the other hand, I relished the fact that she had to wait. I can only imagine that she dreaded it, but what did I know about what she thought tonight? In short order, she was drenched.

The door bell rang. I told the guys to get dressed and get out. I said to Marie,

"Wait here."

I let room service in and I pointed to the coffee table, which, to my surprise, was lying on its side. The room must have smelled of sex. The jar of lube was still open and clearly visible. The waiter was an older Hispanic guy. I thought: Oh well, waiters have seen it all. The waiter straighten the coffee table and he moved his cart closer. The three guys were going around the room looking for their clothing as they dressed. I realized the waiter must have thought we were a bunch of twinks, and I couldn't let that stand!

I went into the bathroom and grabbed Marie. She was in a bad shape. For one thing, she hadn't moved. She hadn't made an effort to dry off. Except for the smell, it looked like she had just taken a shower, so I grabbed a bathtowel and pulled her out into the room naked. Now, the waiter could see that we were with this ... what ... with this whore. Marie didn't say a word, she just held my hand while the waiter finished. I motioned for her to sit on the couch. I offered her the towel and she wrapped herself as demurely as she could, but her matted and cum-streaked bush was clearly visible to the waiter as she sat.

The guys were nearly out the door by the time the waiter was hemming for the tip. I said to my girlfriend,

"Thank the guys."

She started to get up, but I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her. She said in a weak voice,

"Thanks, guys."

One of them yelled,

"Thank you!" and they closed the door behind them.

I fumbled around in my pockets for a tip, and I was truly embarrassed to be short. Of course, I could have put it on the tab, but I said to the waiter,

"I'm sure you've been through this before. If you'd like, I'll step out and the lady can give you the tip."

The waiter said, in the most formal tone,

"Well, thank you very much sir."

He made no effort to leave. I walked to the door and stood outside for the second time that night. It takes a lot longer than you'd expect when you're waiting for a guy to cum in your girlfriend's mouth. Eventually, the door opened and the guy wheeled his cart out and nodded his goodbye with a serene look on his face.

I re-entered the room and Marie was slumped on the floor between the couch and the coffee table with her head on the couch. I wasn't quite sure how they had done it, so I asked. She said that she sat on the couch and gave him a blow job, but that he took too long. She had him sit, and she kneeled so that she could stroke him into her mouth until he blew. She said that he got very aggressive and rough with her as he was cumming. (I thought, if it was rougher than she'd been treated so far, then that was pretty rough!) Her eyes watered as she continued. His cum had tasted foul, she said. She went to grab a napkin off the coffee table and his hand shot up to her throat and he began to choke her. He shook her and said angrily,

"Don't touch the table!"

(Of course he'd say that, I thought. It was his job to makeup the table, and she was a whore whose job it was to swallow his cum.)

"Swallow it, Bitch!" and he had held her jaw shut tightly with his hand and he looked fiercely in her eyes. She said,

"I almost panicked, because it was really thick and it wasn't going down easily. His grip was too tight on my neck. I haven't been choked like that in a long time. I thought he was going to hurt me."

I thought: Remind me what's the right amount of tightness when I choke you, Bitch! – I've never done that to you. Who else has? Marie said that, then, he was nice to her, again, and he had said formally,

"Thank you very much," while he zipped up.

Marie said to me,

"I never want to do that ever again."

I wasn't sure if she meant tipping the waiter, or getting gangbanged twice in an evening. I'd had hoped that she would have felt done with all of it, but I had seen her rebound so well from such shitty treatment tonight that I suspected she meant only that she didn't like bartering sex for a tip.

We ate dinner in silence. I didn't know about her, but I didn't want to go through sex with strangers again. I was thinking of leaving her for good that night, but I remembered how great it had been up until then. Finally, I realized that she was showing me what she wanted from me, and that I was the one that was slow on the uptake. It was up to me to make the next move. I saw clearly now, that she expected me to be commanding and in control around everything sexual and without limit. I thought to myself: I can do that. I grabbed Marie by the chin and said,

"As long as you do everything I want, and when I want, in private, then that's the last of group sex."

In that meek, submissive voice, she replied,

"I guess," and she smiled coquettishly.