Part I
You arrive at the hotel after a long train journey, you’ve been in standard class on a packed train, it’s been hot, close, grimy….on the surface of things you know that it’s not been pleasant, but someting has scratched at you all the way there. You don’t know quite what it is, the chap across from you at the table kept rubbing your calf, the chap on your right, touched your thigh more than once, the lady stood next to your table…did she look down your top? You certainly checked out her tits as they pressed against her shirt and put pressure on the buttons. And the vibrations, as the train came to a stop it hit a sweet spot that sent shivers from your pussy right up your spine and back again.
As you walk into reception it’s late, dark outside, things seem quiet. The hotel isn’t up to much, it’s a corporate chain, has decent beds, not much else. You notice him though as you enter, through the open office door behind reception. It looks like a young girl in a suit is telling him off for some reason. He’s a huge chap, especially next to the girl, you remeber thinking how brave she was for speaking to him that way. He’s handsome in a middle age rugged sort of way, looks clean and tidy, although the poverwhelming feature is just he sheer size, must be over 6 ft tall and maybe weighs 20 stone.
You check-in and the girl behind reception says she’s sorry about that and closes the door; at which point you lock eyes with him and then look away. The recpetionist explains that he’s the Night Porter, and was late again for work. You take your keycard and grind up in the lift to your room, letting yourself in and delighing at the basic functional state of your room, before gettiong undressed for a hot shower.
The shower is surprisingly good, hor water runs in thick streams over your body ans you wash away the day. You slide your hands over your pussy, remembering the vibrations from the train, and your mind flashes onto the man in the office and his blue eyes as they locked onto yours. The bathroom fan switches on and you notice that together with the shower and the fan, you can barely hear yourself think over the white noise.
Some kids run down the hall, and you hear their feet as they thump past, a door goes, it must be their room across the hall, then the shower curtain twitches and you feel a draft. Thinking nothing of it you get out of the shower, and wrap the barely absorbent towel around you and go back to the main part of the room. Strange \,you think, you don’t remeber leaving the knickers and vest you’ll sleep in laid out like that, you check your door, it’s still locked, must be tired and off you go to bed. Warm bed, firm, comfy, deep pillows, you drift away, realising how quiet it is, how thick the walls must be, no one could hear you even if you screamed…..
Part II
You wake up, you’ve been dreaming, it was the recurring one about being touched in the night. You love this dream, you’re paralysed as you sleep, your body is being stroked, and flicked, licked and sucked on. Who is doing it to you changes regularly, sometimes is a guy from the office, on other occasions it’s been a group of bitchy girls, on more than one occasion it’s been a curious nephew.
This time feels different though, you feel woozy as you wake, your vest is pulled down beneath your tits and you aren’t wearing your knickers anymore. Your pussy is drenched as you touch yourself, and your clit is swollen and so sensitive. If you weren’t so confused you know that you’d have to wank yourself off.
How did you get like this, what has happened, was it just a dream, why do you feel woozy? You consider calling reception, then you remember the enormous guy from earlier and that you’d need to speak to him about what’s happened….”Hi, I er, think someone has been in my room because i woke up feeling horny with a wet pussy, and my knickers had come off….can you help….?” You think better of it, but decide to sleep with the light on…the light in the bathroom, which kicks the fan in…white noise….no probelm to sleep with that going on….you won’t hear those kidsin the corridor if they wake up early….
…after what feels like hours you wake up again, this time the first things you notice is that you’re rocking, like on a rocking horse, back and forth, back and forth quickly, then you realise that you’re face down into your pillow. As you quickly now come round you start to realise what is happening, as hard to believe as it is…through the same woozy feeling as before you start to make sense of your surroundings, your arms are tied to your legs with thick silver tape, wrapped up so that your knees are level with your elbows, this leaves you bent double at the waist with your ass sticking up in the air, there is someone behind you, and then you feel your pussy, it’s on fire, there is a huge cock inside you pumping back and forth…you come to fully and start to scream and try to squirm away.
An enormous rough palm smashes into the side of your face pushing your head into the pillow, stifling your scream, pinning you harder to the bed, letting the cock slide deeper into you. Your breath is shallow as you are trying to breathe through a face full of pillow, you start to get dizzy and combined with the lingering woozy feeling you slip into unconciousness again…
Light shines in through a crack in the curtain, you wake up with a start and check all around you. Everything seems normal at first, then your headache kicks in, like a hangover, then you reach down to your pussy. You have knickers on this time, that’s a good sign you think, but you them realise that they are soaked through, you put your hand inside and you are wet and goopy, is this cum? You bring your hand to your face and sniff, there’s no mistaking that smell…last night really happened…as you sit up, as if you needed some definitive proof, you feel something in your ass, fractically you reach down and feel a hard, rubbery, round…plug…you are shocked and panic as you try to pull it out, it’s really big and won’t come out, you can’t relax enough to let it slip out of you…then you notice the time…shit you’re so late for the Client meeting, there’s not time to shower or solve the butt plug problem and there’s no way that you can solve the “hi, i think i was raped in the night by an unknown stranger, i have a pussy full of cum and a butt plug stuck inside me to prove it” problem.
You pull on some clean knickers, and have no choice to leave the butt plug in as you put on your blouse, skirt suit, heels, hair, face and out the door.
As you scoot down the hall towards the lift the buttplug starts to feel really obvious and rather nice, you reach the lift and press the button, and can’t help but flex a little around the buttplug.
At that point the Night Porter comes around the corner, sees you slightly bent at the waist with your hand on your ass. He looks you right in the eye and you notice his big blue eyes, full of confidence, dominance….you look away and the lift pings. The doors slide open and he gestures to let you in first, you realise that you’ll be taking this ride together, you nervously slip into the lift and he follows, asks you if you want the bottom floor (you notice the unusual choice of words, bottom, not ground floor, your ass tweaks against the butplug). He smiles and presses the button and you begin to descend. Your back is against the side opposite the door, and he is stood infront of the buttons sideways on, you can’t help but look at his crotch where you can see an outline of his enormous cock, he touches it and you look up to see that he’s looking right at you. The doors open and you head to the client meeting, completely distracted, confused and hung over, with a strange butt plug buried inside you…..
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10f42cz/the_night_porter_ill_mf18
[removed]