Expensive indulgence

It’s late and I just checked in.  I love hotel rooms when you first check in.  They feel so new, as if nobody has slept in them before you.  The rooms are perfect from the bed to the bathroom.  I’ll usually set my suitcase in the corner and fall back on the bed and lay there for a minute when I get in the room but I don’t have a suitcase today.  I’m not going to be much more than 9 or 1oam tomorrow morning.  I may even leave tonight, depending on how things go when she shows up.

I was too nervous to do anything but sit on the bed.  I didn’t want to hear the tv, I thought I wouldn’t hear the door when she knocked.  I tried fiddling around on the internet with my phone but I couldn’t get into anything.   I was too distracted.  She should be here soon and my heart was racing.

The sound of a knock on the door made me leap from my bed and rush over to it.  I didn’t even look through the peephole, I just swung it open anticipating her.  She didn’t wait for me to invite her in either.  She walked past me as the door was opened and I closed it quickly behind her followed by the top lock.  I always did every lock available, force of habit.

She was prompt.  30 minutes on the dot and then over to me.  She stood next to the bed, her back to me but not saying a word.  I quickly remembered and fished my wallet out of my pants.  I pulled out all of the bills and put it on the dresser quickly and apologized.

“S-sorry.  First time,” I said meekly.

She looked at the money spread.  I positioned it so she could easily count without having to finger through each bill.

“No problem,” she responded with a smile.

I was even more nervous now.  I didn’t know what to say.  I didn’t know what to do.  She was standing with me in the same room and I had no idea how to talk to her or what I was allowed to do with her.

“I um…” she cut me off.

“If you want to do what you requested we better get at it.  I don’t know what you consider a definition of the word fresh but I doubt it is much longer than a few minutes.”  She turned to face me as she said this.  I blushed and nodded .

“So, what…how.  Um I’m sorry.  I just don’t know what exactly I should be doing.”

I sounded pathetic.  I had a beautiful woman in my room and I’m paying her and I still act like a fucking loser who can’t talk to girls.  She just told me to get on with it and I’m still asking her what I’m supposed to do.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding.  You really are a submissive little bitch.”  She laughed and it stung.  I lost any kind of excitement in me as the sound of her voice was filled with contempt.  It was perfect.  My cock grew stiff and I felt weak.

She continued after observing me for a few seconds, “you hired me to eat my freshly fucked cunt.  Now get on your knees and clean it out.  For the money you spent you should be enjoying another man’s cum inside of me.”

She was perfect.  Not only was she beautifully stunning but she was filling the role I asked her to flawlessly.  I couldn’t help it.  I started rubbing my cock through my pants and she sighed, frustrated.

“Listen faggot, stop rubbing your puny little dick and get on your knees.  Crawl over to me and pull down my panties and lick the cum from my pussy that the guy in the room next door just ejaculated into me.”

I obeyed right away.  I dropped to my knees and crawled to her.  She dropped her long coat to the floor and revealed her amazing body covered in red lingerie.  Just enough to cover her breasts and the smallest portion between her legs while the rest was merely string and lace to connect it all together.  Her blonde hair rested on her shoulders and down her back and I looked up at her but she didn’t bother looking back down.  I placed my hands on her hips and she sat back onto the bed and spread her legs.  She laid back and brought her feet up to the bed.

I could see the cum settled inside of her.  It had coated the lingerie.  I slipped my fingers up and inside the fabric and pulled it aside.  My face moved in close, still nervous of actually doing this.  The hot smell of old sex in my face when the heel of her foot pressed firmly against the back of my head and moved my face into her cunt.  The cum was smeared across my upperlip and my tongue began rapidly lapping it up like a dog drinking water.  It was rapid fire and I was overly eager.

After a few minutes of me tending to her freshly fucked pussy she pressed her feet on my shoulders and pushed me back away from her cunt.

“Enough for you,” she said, “Now strip and lay on the bed.  I’m going to have to fucking tell you to do everything, aren’t I?”

I did exactly as she said.  I was starting to feel the excitement again and jumped everytime she told me to.  I stripped and I heard a slight chuckle escape her lips when she saw me fully naked for the first time.  My cock still wasn’t erect and I saw her smirking.  I was turned on, beyond turned on, but the idea of cum all over my face still was something I was getting used to.  I don’t think I’d ever be fully erect when faced with it but the idea of it is the most intense thing I can think of.

I crawled into the bed next to her and sidled up closely.  She was laying on her side and she pushed me onto my back and began running her well manicured fingers up and down my cock.  It became as hard as it could possibly get within seconds.

“There you go.  Look, maybe you aren’t such a faggot after all.”  This made it jump and I moaned at the feeling of her touching me.  The sensation was something I couldn’t explain easily.  It was a weightlessness and intense rush of warmth.  It felt better than an actual orgasm and I didn’t want it to end.  This was exactly what I was paying her for and I was getting every penny.

“So,” she began, “let me get this straight.  You paid me to fuck another guy of my choosing.  A man with a big cock that would destroy my pussy so your cock, if it were so lucky to enter me, wouldn’t even register a feeling.  You wanted him to cum inside of me and then have me come next door to your room and let you lick it out?”

She wasn’t done.  “You also paid for his room for the night.  You then paid me to come in here and tell you about it while I jerked you off and told you what an insignificant cock you have while I stroked it.  Tell you how disappointed your wife must be whenever you insult her by thinking you should be able to put it in her pussy and further degrade and humiliate you in any way I deem fit?”

I nod and moan the words, “yes please.”

She laughs and drops her head, shaking it slightly back and forth.

“Wow.  I’ve never had anyone pay me this much to do this little to them and so much to someone else.”  Her fingers grazed up and down the sides of my cock as she spoke.

“So tell me, do you like it when I call you a faggot?”

I nodded.

“No, tell me.  I want to hear you say that you like being called a faggot.”

“I like it when you call me a faggot.”

“Why?” her tone was direct rather than inquisitive.

“Because I am a faggot.”  My answer was between heavy breaths.

“Yes you are, faggot.  Thats exactly what you are.  You love cock so much that you want to lick a nice fat cocks cum from a woman’s pussy to show how much of a fucking faggot you are.”  Her fingers grip my cock and start stroking me.  “You don’t like pussy at all.  Thats why you fuck your wife so terribly that she has to go find someone at work to satisfy her.  Thats why she won’t fuck you when you want her to anymore.  Nobody feels bad for you becasue what you really want is cock.  Thats why you paid an escort to not fuck you.  You want me to humiliate you so bad that you give up on pussy all together.”

My entire body is squirming.  I’m panting.  I can’t take it.  “I’m going to cum.”

“No you are fucking not.”  She lets go of my cock and slaps it.  She slaps my balls and causes me to jump and yelp in pain.  “Shut the fuck up, pussy.”

“You’re not allowed to cum.  Do you understand?  If you cum I’m going to call your wife and tell her every little detail about this meeting tonight.  About the money you saved for months and siphoned off of your weekly pay for this meeting.  How much you’re wasting just to get your little fucking dick hard.  You are not going to cum until I tell you its okay.  If I tell you its okay.”

I nod quickly, over and over again.

“Now he was good too.  He was amazing.  He made me cum.  He’s one of my favorites and he told me to tell you thank you for the free ride.  I said no, I wouldn’t tell you because you’re fucking pathetic and don’t deserve that.  I told him about the cock picture you sent and how small your cock was compared to his.  I showed it to him.”  She grips my cock tight in her fist again.  “I showed him this and he laughed.  He laughed and said he took back his thank you and said he hopes I fuck you with the handle to my brush.  I would too, if I didn’t think you’d like it so much.”

My hips are grinding upward at her strokes.  I’m whimpering.  I’m breathing heavily.  I’m sweating.  She goes from fast, hard strokes to slow deliberate ones and then stopping completely and pulling at the hairs on my balls to kill the build up.

“I think you need to tell your wife about this pathetic fantasy of yours.  I think she needs to know what a fucking loser she’s married to.  She should get to go out and find a real man to fuck her.  In fact I’d like to take her out a few nights and introduce her to some men that can really show her a good time.  Then have them fuck her properly for the first time in what…over a decade?  Yeah, poor fucking girl.  Then she’ll get to bring them home and let them meet you so they feel bad for her and give her the best they’ve got.  Maybe she’ll indulge your fantasy and let you watch.  Maybe she’ll make them fuck you too and lick her pussy out.  Or maybe she’ll make you sit outside and listen to them.  Even better she would make you do the dishes and clean the fucking house while she gets properly pounded.”

I can’t respond with words.  I just moan.  A pathetic whimpering moan.  She knows what she’s doing and she’s amazing at it.  I want to cum so bad.  I don’t want to cum ever again.


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