Robin at the Hotel

"Wake up, Babe. We're here." Robin opened her eyes to the sight of city streets at night, through the passenger side window. The car was pulling into some parking lot.

"Did you have a good sleep?" It was Johnny, her boyfriend.

Robin looked at the time on her phone. It was just after 8 PM. She had slept for nearly 3 hours, and she suddenly felt guilty for making Johnny drive so long without company. She gave him her best puppy dog look.

"Oh, I slept so long. I'm sorry, Baby. I didn't mean for you to drive so long by yourself." She pouted her lips and tried to look as apologetic as possible.

"Nah, it's fine. You looked so comfortable, I didn't want to wake you." That was just how Johnny was. Nothing much upset him.

The car came to a stop in the parking lot. They had finally arrived at the hotel, after a drive that lasted all day. It was maybe 20 stories, from what Robin could see. It looked to be a mid-tier hotel, nothing too fancy. The two travelers hopped out of the car and headed inside, carrying nothing between them aside from Robin's ever-present pink purse.

The lobby was fairly standard. A young man, who looked to be in his early 20's, stood behind the front desk. He smiled politely as Johnny stepped up to speak with him. While Johnny sorted out the room, Robin stood quietly behind, examining the lobby while continuing to stretch and work the sleep from her bones. The first thing she noticed was the indoor pool, through a large glass wall that was visible from the front desk. It was mostly unoccupied at the moment, aside from one young-looking couple. It was a typical hotel pool, along with a hot tub situated nearby.

Within a couple minutes, Johnny had finished with the hotel clerk and received two room keys. He handed one to Robin.

"I'm gonna go grab our stuff. You can just head up without me. I'll be up in a second."

"Are you sure, Babe? I can grab some things, too."

"Nah, don't worry about it. I need to stretch my legs a little anyway."

"Alright, suit yourself. Thanks, Baby." Robin pecked him on the cheek and headed toward the elevator while Johnny walked back outside.

Robin took the elevator to the 8th floor. She stepped off the elevator and headed toward Room 815, near the end of the hall. There was no one else around. Aside from the young man at the front desk and the couple in the pool, this hotel seemed pretty empty. Robin used her room key and stepped inside, into a fairly standard hotel room. There was one big bed, as expected. A larger-than-expected flat-screen TV sat opposite the bed. On the far end of the room, a large glass door opened out onto a small balcony. She headed for the bathroom with her purse.

It occurred to her that she needed to check her makeup. She had been asleep for several hours in the car, she was certain to look awful by this point. She turned on the lights and took a look in the mirror.

Staring back at her from the mirror was the now-familiar image of a beautiful woman. Her long blonde hair was a little messy from her long nap, so she grabbed her hairbrush and started brushing. Her makeup from much earlier in the day was surprisingly still intact, mostly. Her eyes were extravagantly painted -- heavy mascara and eyeliner, along with an eye-catching pink eye shadow, flecked with sparkles. Her lips were noticeably plumped and painted pink, as usual.

Then, there was her outfit. She slipped off her comfy white hoodie to reveal a skimpy white halter top. It was short enough to leave her flat belly largely exposed, along with her bare shoulders. But most noticeable were the two large breasts -- DD's in fact, and noticeably fake. She had chosen them based on her favorite adult film actresses, and never tired of seeing herself with them. Her cleavage was practically bursting from her tight little top, which was one of her favorite looks. She wore a pink lacy strapless bra, and its upper fringes poked out from the top of the halter top, perfectly visible, keeping her breasts nice and perky.

Beneath her exposed belly, she wore a simple pair of women's cropped blue jeans, which stopped just below her knees. Underneath, she wore a pair of her favorite pink panties. She pulled up on the sides of them, making them ever-so-slightly exposed above her jeans. Her shoes were simple white women's sneakers, worn for comfort during the long drive.

As she finished brushing her hair, and began to touch up her makeup, she heard Johnny enter the hotel room, along with the clatter of luggage being dragged and seemingly banged into every surface he passed.

"Hey Babe, you in here?"

"Yeah, I'm in the bathroom. Just freshening up. Are you sure you don't need any help grabbing our stuff"

"Nah, I got it all in one trip." Robin didn't want to think about how much her luggage had been jostled and manhandled for him to have managed that feat.

"So, have you been thinking about what you want to do tonight?" Johnny was an extreme planner. The two of them traveled frequently, and wherever they went he had a detailed plan, along with several contingencies and backups -- probably even backups for those backups. Whatever new city they found themselves in, Johnny was the man with a plan, and Robin was just along for the ride. She was happy to let him manage the logistics and simply go with the flow, and they complimented each other perfectly.

"I'm actually pretty tired, Babe. I was thinking of staying in for the night. What do you think?" She heard the sound of a full-grown man falling hard onto the bed in the other room, then the sound of the TV being turned on. The familiar, nostalgic sound of flipping through channels filled the hotel room.

"Well, I know you had to drive all day, so if you want to stay in, that's obviously fine." Robin continued with her makeup while the conversation continued. "But I did sleep for a long time, so I'm pretty wide awake, to be honest." Johnny laughed.

"Yeah, I figured that would happen. Look, I know you like to have your fun, so if you want to head out somewhere, you can absolutely do that. I don't want to keep you here if you don't want to stay in. I'm probably just going to lay here watching TV for a while, maybe order some food. I don't think I'll be up too late tonight. I don't even know if I have it in me to screw tonight. That drive took a lot out of me."

"Aw, I'm sorry, Baby. You rest all you want. Don't you worry about me." She tried not to sound disappointed. Staying in for the night was one thing, but no sex?

"Well, I wonder -- what are you going to do? Any ideas? I know you're probably itching to have some fun, after being cramped up in the car all day. I know how you are." Robin couldn't help but smile. He sure did know her well. A thought occurred to her, and she began to strip out of the casual, comfy outfit she had on.

"I don't want to leave you here all by yourself, Baby. You did such a good job today, driving so long, while I slept like a selfish brat. If you're staying, I'm staying. We can explore the city tomorrow." She was now stripped completely naked, standing in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. Her large fake tits were perkier than any natural ones that size could ever be. With her hair and makeup done, and that body of hers, she looked like a real-life Barbie doll. That is, except for one little detail -- between her legs, a beautiful 6 inch cock, slightly thicker-than-average, and a pair of testicals, perfectly smooth. This was the real Robin, all of her. She stepped out of the bathroom,fully nude, and started digging through her suitcase. She could feel Johnny's eyes all over her as she searched, then finally found a couple small pieces of fabric, then headed back to the bathroom.

"What's that? You changing into something else?" The conversation picked back up as she started changing into the new outfit in front of the bathroom mirror -- a skimpy, light blue bikini.

"You know, there's a pool downstairs. I think I'm going to go have a swim for a while, see if I can find someone to fool around with." She twisted and worked the tiny bikini top around her breasts, until it wrapped snugly around them. It was probably a size too small, and left very little to the imagination. Her breasts were practically bursting out of it, and they bounced actively whenever she moved.

"This hotel seems pretty empty. I'm not sure you're going to find any action hanging around here. We can use an app, if you want to find someone to come over." Johnny was always so supportive. He loved Robin, and loved having sex with her. But she was insatiable, and he was happy to let her go out and get what she needed if he couldn't give it to her. It was a core part of their relationship. Most of the time, they were happy to fuck each other, the way most couples do. But they also regularly sought out new friends, new people to help satiate Robin's enormous sexual appetite. She didn't just like having sex, she liked having unique sexual experiences. She liked screwing many different types of people. She liked screwing in interesting places. And Johnny was happy to accommodate her, as best he could. They really were a perfect match.

"Oh, what's that? You think I can't pull anyone here? Is that a challenge?" Robin's voice had a playful tone, as she pulled up her skimpy bikini bottoms, up her thighs, around her cute bubble butt, over her cock and balls. She tucked them as best she could, though there was still a hint of them if anyone looked too closely. She grabbed a short, see-through sarong, in matching blue, and wrapped it around her waist.

"No, this hotel just seems dead. I only saw, like, three people on my way up." Robin stepped out of the bathroom and struck a pose against the bathroom door frame, and Johnny's eyes snapped to attention.

"How do I look?" She gave her a sultry look, and cycled through a handful of poses for him.

"Like the sexiest fuckign woman on the planet. Goddamn." She'd heard all that from him before, plenty of times. But she never got tired of being complimented, and she knew he meant it every time.

"I'm going down to the pool. I'm going to find someone to fool around with. Do you need me to get anything from the car while I'm down there?"

"Actually, yeah. I left the charger for my phone, it's plugged into the car. Can you grab it before you come back up?"

"No problem. See you later, Baby. Enjoy your rest." She grabbed her purse, through a towel over her shoulder, and headed out the door. She walked down the hall, onto the elevator. She stepped off and headed for the pool area. As she approached the large glass wall of the indoor pool area, she saw another glass-walled room next to it -- a gym, full of various work-out equipment. A tall, muscular black man was working out alone. He wore a loose tank top, with rippling muscles visible underneath, and some long basketball shorts. Robin didn't stop or slow down as she passed, though she did instinctively start to sway her hips a little more as she passed. She didn't see whether the gym's occupant noticed her at all, and she continued on toward the pool area. As she opened the glass door, she turned and took another look toward the lobby, which was visible from her current location. She could see the front desk and the young man from earlier. He was sitting idly at the desk, staring at a computer screen. Robin turned and looked into the pool room. It was completely empty, not a soul to be seen. A plan formed in her mind, and her predatory nature kicked in. She held the door open and tossed her towel off to the side of the room. Then, she turned and walked up to the front desk, swaying her hips, her breasts bouncing slightly with every step. When the young desk clerk finally looked up, his jaw dropped. He tried his best to look professional, and put on the same polite smile from before.

"Um, uh, hi there. Can I help you?" He was clearly nervous. Robin stepped all the way up to the desk and leaned in, ever-so-subtly pressing her breasts together with her arms as she leaned on the desk.

"Yes, please. See, the thing is, I was coming to use the pool over there, but I forgot to bring a towel. I was wondering if you had any extras around here that I could use." She put on a sexy, needy look.

"Oh, yeah, no problem. Of course. Um, one second." He stood up and practically ran to a back room, clearly very eager to help. Robin smiled to herself. This was going to be easy. While she waited for him to return, she leaned over the desk a little more, examining the other side. The gears began to turn in her head. Only a few moments later, the young man returned with three big fluffy towels. He set them out on the desk between them.

"Here you go, Miss. If there's anything else, feel free to ask." He had a bright, beaming smile on his face now, a lot more genuine than the one he'd had before. He was clearly smitten.

"Thank you, Honey." She gave him a wicked smile, and looked into his eyes. She lingered there, just a moment, and then her prey made his fatal mistake.

"Yeah, anything at all. I'm pretty bored over here, as you can imagine, so anything at all to break up the shift is fine with me. Happy to help."

"Well, there was one other thing."

"Sure, hit me. If I can help, I will."

"I was wondering..." Robin leaned in closer now, and flashed her sexiest look. "Do you think a person could fit under this desk?" She tapped on the top of the front desk.

"Um, I'm sorry. What? Not sure I heard you quite right." She saw him swallow a lump in his throat. He was definitely nervous now.

"I said, do you think a person could fit under this desk? Have you ever wondered?" Robin's eyes were locked onto his, like a cat stalking a mouse.

"I, uh. I dunno. Um...." He didn't know what to say.

"Well, do you want to find out? Do you think you could let me back there, so we can find out together?" Robin cocked an eyebrow, and the young man was practically shaking from nervousness.

"Uh, I uh...." He looked around the lobby, but there wasn't a single person nearby. Robin began to walk down the length of the desk, around the side, then behind, toward the nervous desk clerk. He swiveled his chair to face her as she approached, but otherwise didn't move an inch. She stepped right up to him, with her front foot resting on the ground right between his feet. Slowly, she lowered her body down to a crouch, until her head was level with his belly, and she looked up at him. He sat in shocked silence, looking down at the bombshell crouching before him. As gracefully as possible, she maneuvered up underneath the desk, and lowered onto her knees. The carpet felt rough on her skin, but she didn't mind. The desk clerk swiveled back to face the desk, his computer screen directly in front of him once again. He looked down at Robin, but he couldn't help but keep glancing up around the lobby, looking for anyone who might catch them.

"Just relax, act normal. No one can see me." She gave the best reassuring look she could manage, from this position. She reached up and grasped at the button on his jeans. She slowly unbuttoned them, then unzipped them. She didn't pull them down at all. She reached inside, and felt the outside of the young clerk's boxers. She could feel his cock through the fabric. She massaged his cock and his balls through the boxer material for a few moments, as gently as possible. Finally, she reached in through the front flap of his boxers, and took hold of his warm cock in her hand. It was fairly hard already, and hardening by the second. Her eyes were focused on the work in front of her, and when she did glance up, she saw that the clerk was simply looking ahead at his computer screen, trying to appear nonchalant.

Robin gently stroked the cock inside the boxers, then eventually pulled it free, through the front flap. It was a nice-looking cock. It was maybe 7 inches, and hard as a rock by this point. It stood straight up, held at the base by Robin's soft hand. She savored the look of it in her hand for a moment, then leaned her head in. She stuck out her tongue and started to lick the shaft, up toward the head. She loved that familiar taste. When she reached the head, she took the tip in her mouth, wrapping her thick plump lips around it. She stuck to the tip for a few moments, bobbing softly on just that spot for a while. Slowly, she began to take more of it in her mouth with each bob of her head. Each thrust was a little deeper into her mouth, until she was taking most of it with every stroke. Up above, she could hear the desk clerk breathing heavily, letting out soft little moans here and there. Robin smiled as she kept sucking his cock, knowing that she was making him feel so good. For several minutes, she bobbed up and down on his cock, until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She heard a soft but urgent whisper from above.

"I'm close. I'm gonna cum!" Robin slowed her activity, and pulled the dick from her mouth. It glistened with her spit in front of her face. It throbbed and twitched, hard as a rock. Robin wasn't about to let this end so soon. She waited until she felt it was safe to continue, then took the cock back in her mouth. She sucked on it for several more minutes, the taste of precum filling her mouth. Again, she felt a tap on her shoulder, accompanied by a noise from across the lobby. It was the sound of human beings, hotel customers weary from travel and hauling luggage. A handful of voices suddenly filled the lobby.

"Stop, stop!" Another urgent whisper from above. Robin obeyed, and backed off the desk clerk's cock. It sat fully erect, though the desk covered it fully, along with Robin herself. She could here the desk clerk going through the usual process, checking these people into a room. The voice speaking with him was a man's voice. Somewhere behind him, she could hear a woman speaking. The sound of children's voices followed shortly after. Without even seeing this group, Robin assumed they must be a family. The children seemed cranky, their voices whiny but clearly very tired. The mother was doing her best to keep them behaving properly, while the father sorted out their rooms. The desk clerk dealt with them in his usual polite tone, typing away on his computer and answering their questions. As he was typing something up above, Robin once again leaned her face in toward his cock. She opened wide and took it fully in her mouth, careful not to make a sound. She heard the desk clerk clear his throat up above her.

"Ahem, excuse me, sorry. Something caught in my throat." He continued typing, and speaking with the man across the desk. Robin bobbed up and down on his cock through it all. This was one of her favorite feelings -- sucking a man's cock while he was busy with something else. There was something thrilling about sucking someone's dick and knowing you still weren't the most important thing they were dealing with. It really appealed to Robin's submissive side. She continued sucking on the cock, and eventually the family headed off down the hall, toward their room -- apparently never suspecting for a second what was happening under the desk.

"Goddamn, that was so dangerous." It was the desk clerk, looking down at Robin this time. She just kept sucking. "That could have been really bad." Robin didn't respond, she only started going faster. "Fuck. That feels so good." She picked up the pace further, and could feel the young man getting close once again. "You really are a slut, aren't you?" That was it, the last straw. Robin loved being called names during sex, and that was enough to make up her mind. It was time to finish this one off. She pressed her face down onto his cock, and it pressed into her throat. She heard a dangerously loud moan from above, and pressed down, taking his cock all the way down. With her lips down to the base, up against the fabric of his boxers, she began to bob up and down, her tight warm throat milking the cock like crazy.