After having to walk across a strange city, freshly fucked and wearing nothing but a hooded sweatshirt with a broken zipper, Amber couldn’t wait to get inside. It didn’t help that her only garment was too shirt, so if she held the hoodie closed, her ass peaked out the bottom. She also wasn’t sure how she felt about the fact that she was turned on by wandering around nude. She was on the edge of safety now though. She had made it to the motor inn her university volleyball team was booked at, and all she had to do was get her room key and she could get to her bag, get dressed, and put this whole weird day behind her.
In the hotel, she went up to the front desk. The guy working there was young, probably a local university student himself. Amber walked up to the counter with the front of the hoodie closed, and tried to act normal. “Amber Simmons,” she told him, not quite looking him in the eye. “I’m with the Volleyball team.”
The guy smiled at her, and started tapping into his computer, looking for her reservation. It was mostly handled by the school, and so she didn’t need ID or cash. He hadn’t noticed she was mostly naked, and he worked away on his keyboard. He was pleasantly oblivious.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the bell over the door behind her ring. For a moment, she thought about covering her ass, but it would mean opening the front of the shirt, and revealing herself to the clueless counter clerk. “Are you fucking serious?” a happy voice called out behind her. The speaker sounded youngish, and quite pleased.
Her face burned with shame as she stared at the counter. The clerk glared at the newcomer. “I just need my key,” Amber said quietly. He nodded, and pulled out the blank plastic card with the magnetic strip. As he encoded it, Amber could hear the shutter sound of a cell phone taking pictures. She didn’t have to guess who the model was. She felt herself starting to blush, but she also felt a tingle between her legs. Almost unconsciously, she arched her back a bit, and pushed her ass out a little, to give the photographer a better view.
The clerk handed her the envelope with her key and the room number, and was about to go into some spiel about Wi-Fi, but Amber cut him off. “Okay, thanks, goodbye.” She turned, and kept her head down. She pulled the hem on the back of the hoodie down over her ass. The guy in the door, who had been taking pictures of her, just kept going, now getting her perky chest and her pussy. She decided she only needed one of these guys to see her naked. She hurried past him, and up to her room, 208.
She fumbled with the key, needing to escape, to get a door between her and the world. It took six tries, but finally, the door unlocked. She rushed inside, and threw the deadbolt, just to be sure.
Amber let out a long sigh of relief as she placed her back against the door and slide slowly down to the floor. She started to laugh, now amused by her strange adventure. Then she found her hand brushing up and down her stomach. She thought about the man from the lobby, some desperate lonely bastard who would spend the night thinking about her. He would probably play with himself while staring at those pictures of her. The thought led her hand down between her legs. She brushed her way along the lips of her pussy. She was still wet, and there was an incurable aching need.
She shook her head, and shook off the feeling. She didn’t need to do this. She had escaped, whatever Lisa had planned for her. It was time to get back to normal. As usual, her bag had already been delivered to the room. She pulled out the flannel pajamas she had been planning to sleep in, and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
As the warm water steamed against her, the need returned. As she lathered herself up, she couldn’t help but pinch her nipples a little, to tease the soft skin on the back of her neck. The showerhead was detachable…
Twenty minutes and another orgasm later, Amber was in her flannel pajamas, ready to play sick when whomever she would be sharing the room with got back from the game. She hoped someone would pick up her stuff from the gym, or she would have to head back there tomorrow, to grab her clothes, purse, and phone.
Phone. Shit.
She went to her overnight duffel, and saw the card from Lisa was still sitting on the top. She pulled it out and headed over to the room phone. She stared at it for a moment. She needed to stop this tide of irresistible men ravaging her in public places. She couldn’t resist them, but she wasn’t sure she could deal with the consequences if it got any worse than tonight. She stared at the card, and then, her finger trembling, she carefully dialed the numbers on the ancient room phone on the night stand by her bed.
“Hello?” came Lisa’s voice through the heavy receiver, bored.
“This is Amber. I give up.”
“Mmmm. That’s nice. Listen, Amber, I’m impressed it took this long, and I really want you to surrender to me in person.”
“I’m out of town.”
“Mmmhmmm. I know sweetie. That’s why I tried to give you a chance before your bus left. When you get home, give me another call and I’ll be happy to accept your submission then.”
“Wait, what?”
Lisa laughed. “Well, the thing is, I’ve already made arrangements for you tonight.”
“No,” Amber’s voice cracked. “No, it already happened.”
“Not all of it. Not yet.”
“Please, can’t you stop it? I can’t take anymore.”
“Oh, I can stop it. But I won’t. And I’ll decide how much you can take.”
“I’ll get caught! I can’t get caught!”
“Maybe you should have listened to me when you had the chance, princess.” Lisa laughed again, and then the phone went silent.
Amber’s hands were shaking while she hung up the phone. She needed to find a way to get out of this. She couldn’t get caught by the team.
The knock on the door sent chills down her spine. She got up from the bed, and headed over. Peering through the peephole, she looked through. It was the guy from the gas station, and the stranger from the parking lot, looking right at her. “No,” she whispered. “Go away.” Somehow, these two guys had broken through all her barriers, and fucked her in ways and places she never would normally agree to, and somehow Lisa was able to send them right to her room. “Please go away.”
Gas Station shook his head, like he heard her through the door. She tried to think of a way to escape, of what she could do. She couldn’t let them grab her, and take her, fuck her senseless, making her their little slut, filling her up and … then she realized what she was doing. Her fingers had slid down her stomach, and she had begun to tease herself, fingertips dancing across her slit. She wanted them so badly. She wondered what was happening to her. She had never been like this before.
She licked her lips and glanced out again. Gas Station’s grin was wide, and the Stranger ran his tongue along his teeth, his breathing quick, edging on desperate. “If I let you in,” she whispered to the door, “Do you promise to be quick and get out?” She knew, somehow, they would be able to hear her through the barrier.
They nodded in unison. She sighed, and glanced at the clock. Her teammates shouldn’t be back for at least an hour, and that was if they didn’t go anywhere or do anything after the game. She just might get away with it. Carefully, she unlatched the lock.
Gas Station surged through the door, and enveloped her into his embrace. His hungry mouth met hers and their tongues entwined. His coarse hands slide underneath the flannel top of her pajamas, bursting several of the buttons near the bottom. His arms slide around her, skin to skin, and he pulled her close. She was tight against his strong chest, nearly lifted off her feet.
As the door swung closed on its own, it locked, but Amber desperately wanted to throw the deadbolt and the latch, in case whomever her roommate turned out to be returned. She tried to pull away from Gas Station, but he held her close. She felt a new pair of hands, the strangers, running down her hips, whisking off her pajama bottoms.
When she finally broke free of Gas Station’s mouth, she was about to mention the door. Just then, Stranger’s tongue ticked its way between her lower lips, and she gasped as it darted inside of her. It was warm, and magical, and her toes curled with ecstasy. All she could manage was a long moan. She was pinned against Gas Station’s chest, his arms around her, his lips now working their way from her ear down the side of her neck. They held her there, lips and tongues playing with her body, her vision almost blurring with pleasure.
It was nearly a tragedy, when the Stranger’s tongue crept away. Her cunt ached for it, but he walked away, despite her whimpers of protest. Gas Station scooped her up with a hand under her knees, and carried her towards the bed she had claimed. She was only wearing the flannel top of the pajamas, and three quarters of the buttons were scattered on the floor.
Gas Station dumped her unceremoniously on the bed, and began to remove his pants. She started to sit up, and he said sternly, “No, if you want us to stay, you have to get on all fours.”
Somewhere, deep in Amber’s mind, a voice of reason told her not to, that she didn’t want them to stay. This was her out, and they would go, and she wouldn’t get caught, and this nightmare would be over. It struggled to shout over the growing heat between her legs, the aching in her hard nipples, the beautiful lines on Gas Station’s hips, just below perfect, sculpted abs.
She got on all fours on the bed.
Gas Station laughed. “Good. Now show me how happy you are that we’re here to visit you.” He sat on the edge of the bed, up by the pillows, stripped naked. His powerful cock stood at attention. She crawled towards it, and carefully kissed the head. He quivered, and his fingers began to comb gently through her dark honey hair. She turned her head to the side, and ran her lips down the shaft, watching him shudder with pleasure.
As Amber kissed her way back up, she felt the Stranger’s hands on her inner thighs, spreading them a little wider apart, and burying his face in her pussy. His tongue plunged back deep inside her, exploring and driving her wild. His hunger for her was almost too much, and she tried to squirm away, move a little forward on the bed. He grabbed her by the waist and kept her in position, devouring her until her whole body shook.
Meanwhile, Gas Station guided her back up and she kissed the head of his cock. She wrapped her lips around the head, and with both hands she stroked. He almost purred as she did it, her saliva dripping down his length.
Behind her, the Stranger lapped across her outer lips, and his tongue then darted into her asshole. It was hot, and she shook again. She realized she loved it, the soft, smooth probing just into the tip of her, and she felt her face begin to burn. She was supposed to be a good girl. She wasn’t supposed to want some stranger to eat her ass while she went down on another guy. Yet her she was, shaking with the joy of it.
His tongue went deeper, and she gasped. As she did, the hands in her hair pushed her down, filling her mouth with most of Gas Station’s member. She gasped a little around it, and then started to bob, up and down, decided she just needed to let go. Each time she went down, Gas Station insisted a little more, pushing her head further down into his lap, having her take a bit more of his thick cock. Each time, it felt like more than she could handle, and just when it got to be too much, he would stop pushing, and she would slid up his length, and gasp for air. He would happily groan and then start pushing his cock back into her mouth.
Meanwhile, the slippery utopia continued to play in her rectum. Her hips quaked, and she was no longer trying to escape the tongue in her ass. Now, she was trying to press back, against its warm, slick ministration. When it stopped, she glanced back desperately, hoping he would return.
The Stranger had other ideas, however. She felt his hands, spreading her cheeks wide, and then felt the head of his cock against her. She was soaked with his spit, but there was a building pressure as he guided his cock into her ass. She held her breath for a moment, scared, and then relaxed, exhaling around the dick in her mouth. The tip pressed against her, and then slipped in.
It was like her world exploded. She groaned, and Gas Station took the opportunity to bury his dick deep into her face. The Stranger slide into her, further and further, inch by inch. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, and couldn’t believe how much she loved it. Her whole body was vibrating. The length of him was her whole world. He buried himself all the way into her, and she moaned.
She looked back at him with a smile. “Please, do that again.” He grinned at her, and wrapped his strong hands around her hips. The head of his cock pressed against her again, and her legs shuddered. She relaxed, and felt him slid into her with a slow certainty. Her eyes rolled back with the feeling of it. He started to pump, back and forth, and her breathing came in short little gasps. She was so lost to the sensation she barely noticed when Gas Station lifted her head up and began to slide his cock back between her lips. In perfect rhythm, they filled Amber from both ends.
The Stranger began to pick up speed. She was so consumed, she nearly lost her balance. Gas Station grunted angrily. The Stranger pushed her knees further apart, and then grabbed one of her arms, and twisted the wrist to the small of her back. He pushed her down on the bed, with her ass high in the air. He started to fuck her, faster and faster, and she could barely squirm. Gas Station kept her mouth full of his member, and she had no control. She was a prisoner of the sensation.
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Lechomancer Curses 7: Too Little Too Late
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/43dc07/lechomancer_curses_7_too_little_too_late