Hotel O

No … three.

One in my pussy, one in my ass, and another one in my mouth.

“Take it deep, Kitten,” Declan says. His voice makes me purr like a real fucking kitty in heat.

When he begins to thrust, I feel it everywhere. It’s so damn full, I can barely breathe, but I still manage to let out a moan.

God, it feels so fucking good to have him inside me … skin to skin.

No condom. Nothing between us except the hot air. Three bodies in sync, fucking like madmen, sweat mingling, lust building.

It’s so fucking sexy that I’m on the verge of exploding.

But so is the man who’s fucking my face. I can feel it from the way his veins bulge and his speed intensifies. I’m struggling with his deep thrusts that poke the back of my throat while Declan’s heavy strokes push me closer to his base.

Briefly, a man and a woman appear in the tiny window in the door. I don’t know how long they’ve been watching, but I only notice them now. Maybe they’ve been watching this whole time. Or maybe many people have already. It doesn’t even faze me anymore.

When Declan slaps my ass between thrusts, a primal cry escapes my mouth, and it sets Declan off.

His groans as he releases warm cum inside me, bringing me to the edge.

“Come when he does, Kitten,” he growls, still inside me.

And he does. So fucking hard.

Cum jets onto my tongue and against the back of my throat right when I come undone, and it’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced.

The man doesn’t stop until he’s unloaded everything he has inside me, filling my mouth to the brim until it almost runs over, until I’m desperate for air.

“Swallow like the slut you are,” Declan commands.

His cock still rests on my tongue as I do my best to make everything go down without a fight.

But once I’ve succeeded, I feel renewed. Empowered. Proud.

Like I could wear the name slut as a badge.

Declan pulls out, and I can feel his cum drip down my legs.

The unknown man pulls out too and zips up, then leaves.

Not a word. Not a name. Not even a goodbye.

I’m left trying to comprehend what just happened. What I just did voluntarily. And how much I fucking enjoyed all of it.

Cum and saliva cover my face and body as I sink to the floor and breathe in and out slowly while resting my back against the bed. Declan pulls up his pants and goes to his knees in front of me. He places a hand on my cheeks and says, “Well done.”

It’s all my soul needs to feel fulfilled.

Declan smiles briefly, then his hand lowers from my face. “Turn around.” His voice is stern. Unlike what it was only moments ago.

When I do what he says, he pulls the butt plug out of me. I gasp at the feel of it leaving my body. As I turn around, he goes to clean it, but he doesn’t say anything else. I wonder what’s on his mind.

After he’s done, he grabs the bottle of whiskey from the mini fridge and pours himself a glass. Then he stands in front of the window, his back to me.

I’m still recovering, but I have so many questions right now that I can’t stop myself from asking them.

“Are we …?”

“No. It’s not done yet,” he replies.

Okay. Clear. Yet it’s not at all clear. Maybe he’s still deciding on the next course of action. But that doesn’t mean I still can’t ask more questions, right?

“That man … who was he?” I continue.

“A random hotel guest,” he replies, placing the butt plug back into a drawer. “Don’t worry, everyone is medically screened in advance before being allowed into the hotel. It’s part of our policy.”

Well, that’s good although I already believed that to be the case. Still, I want to know more. “Did you invite him?”

He returns to gazing out the window. “No.” He’s being rather brief.

“Then why did he come?” I ask.

He takes a sip of his whiskey. “Because he wanted to, and the door was unlocked. The green symbol means anyone is free to enter. When it’s red, the room is closed off for further entrants.”

“So someone gets to decide how many people join in?”

“Exactly,” he says, taking another sip. “In this case, me.”

“Can anyone book at this hotel?”

“Yes, but the cost is high.”

“Right … so basically only rich people.”

“You’re wondering if that man who just fucked you is famous? Perhaps. Perhaps not. No one knows.”

“Not even you?”

“We do know the identities of the people who sign into the hotel, but once the mask goes on, everyone is anonymous,” he clarifies. “No one is forced to reveal their identity at any point except to the staff.”

“So the staff here must be drilled thoroughly.”

“Yes. We take privacy very seriously.”