Is it corny that this all happened on my birthday? Not that anyone even knew that it was my birthday, but I kept thinking to myself the whole time everything was happening, “I can’t believe this is what I will always think of on my birthday for the rest of my life.”
I was staying at a cheap motel that I had never intended to stop at. I was taking a mini road trip to visit a friend, (just 3 days,) and was planning to drive another 3 or 4 hours before stopping for the night, but I was hungry from only eating road snacks and sleepy from the oh so hot summer sun; so on a whim I pulled off the freeway into a tiny town that I’d never heard of, (but that I will now never forget,) and checked into the only option in town and grabbed a bite at the diner across the road.
Back in my hot, stuffy room I found myself wishing that I had powered through the sleepiness and kept on driving because now I was wide awake and it was still only 6-ish on a Wednesday night in a town with zero to do. I heard some splashing and yelling outside and looked out my window to see a young couple goofing around in the pool together. Pool. Perfect. The summer heat was still oppressive; I could laze around in the water for awhile, read my book outside and kill some time. It would still be a few hours before the sun went down, I could relax for a bit and still get to bed early and get out on the road very first thing in the morning.
I quickly put on my bathing suit, grabbed a towel and my book and headed down to the pool. Based on the room rate and the threadbare quality of my towel, I wasn’t surprised that the pool was, well, underwhelming. The “lounge chairs” had varying amounts of rust on them and the pool had a fair amount of leaves that needed skimming, but I was determined to cool off. I smiled at the couple that I had seen from my room, but they were well in their own world and I’m not sure that they even registered my presence. That was fine with me though, that essentially left me with the entire space to myself. I set my towel on a chair, brought my book and water bottle to the edge of the pool and lowered myself into the refreshing? tepid water. Ok, so not exactly the invigorating dip I had been hoping for, but I could still read for awhile outside of my stale, seemingly airless room.
I sat 3/4 submerged on the steps of the pool and proceeded to lose myself in the empty calories of a paperback thriller that I was indulging in. I don’t exactly remember the couple leaving, or when the older man came in and sat down, but when I looked up, the sun had moved, the couple had gone, and there he was, staring at me. Or maybe not? He had on very dark sunglasses, and was laying on one of the lounge chairs just about 10 feet from me. It seemed that he was looking right at me, so I smiled and nodded, but he didn’t acknowledge me at all, so I assumed he must have had his eyes closed.
I went back to my book, but it’s a bit unsettling when it seems that someone is staring at you, even if they’re not really. So I kept glancing up at him, occasionally smiling, once even offering a half wave, but feeling a little dumb thinking that he was probably actually napping. Besides the dark glasses, he was wearing a short sleeve button up shirt, but unbuttoned, with both sides hanging down showing a strong torso and big belly both covered in brown and silver hair. He had one leg up, stretched out on the chair, and the other, foot down on the ground. He had on navy blue shorts and. and. And I realized I could see his penis up one of the legs of his shorts. I have always, and I do mean always been captivated by the sight of a cock. Any cock, any level of hardness or softness, any length or thickness, I am instantly curious. When I was a kid I would wish that my super power would be to be able to stop time so that I could take a man’s penis out of his pants and feel it and look at it to my heart’s content. Stupid right? I know, but nonetheless, there I was, now pretending to read and stealing longer and longer surreptitious glances at the fascinating cock head, right there.
“Good evening,” he said, making me just about drop my book in the pool. I had been so sure that he was asleep that I realized I had been caught openly staring at his penis. “Good evening,” stumbled out of my mouth, along with, “pretty hot, yeah?”
“Yes. Pretty hot,” he repeated with a fairly neutral voice despite what appeared to be a small smirk. Then he leaned forward, dropping the leg that had been up on the chair down to the ground so that he was straddling the chair and I now had a wide open view of his cock and balls. “Let’s go for a drink.” He asked. No. He stated.
Now, I hadn’t had a lot of experience with men at this point in my life, (I mean I still haven’t really,) but I knew that I was wet, (not from the pool,) and I was feeling like why the hell not, I’m on vacation, and if I want to feel anonymous and sexy with this guy, well then that’s what Im going to do. “Sure,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, “let’s do that.”
A second later he was standing up, grabbing my towel from the chair next to his as he did so and walking directly over to me. I reached out for the towel, but he just held it up for me to step into. Feeling awkward and self-conscious, but still turned on, I went ahead and stood up and let him drape the towel across my shoulders; he squeezed my arms a moment before letting go. I turn around to face him, “Hi, I’m Amy,” I say, holding out a hand to shake. He takes my hand in his, and I notice how big it is, practically engulfing mine. “Mike.” That’s all he says. Okay, so he’s not what you would call chatty, that’s fine. But now that he’s up close I realize exactly how big he is. I’m only 5’4”, so pretty much all men are tall as far as I’m concerned, but this guy Mike, well he makes me feel like I should be sitting at the kids’ table. He’s got a thick salt and pepper beard and dark black, thick, short, curly hair which is silver at his temples and receding in that Jack Nicholson sort of way. I snap out of my study of him when he puts his hand on my lower back and, like he’s leading me in a dance, directs me back towards the rooms.
He’s directing me away from my room, so I stop, “I’ll just be a minute while I get dressed, I can meet you at the check in window in like, ten minutes?”
“No.” Mike says, “That’s okay, I have beers in my room. So you don’t need to change.”
I just stand there for a second, kind of not knowing what to do. Awkward. He’s just looking at me through those dark glasses still, nothing particularly readable about his face. This is not exactly some meet-cute moment where I’m soooo drawn to hang out with this guy; he’s not giving me much to work with. I’m obviously super exposed in just a bathing suit, and would definitely be more comfortable with more clothes on. Buuuut, maybe I do just want to have sex, go back to my room, and still get to sleep early. Why should I make this take any longer than that? We’re both grown ups. I’m feeling independent on my first solo road trip. What the hell, go for it, I tell myself.
“Oookay,” I say, “I have time for one beer.” I let him lead me to his room. Yes, no one forced me to go, he didn’t drug me, or blackmail me, or coerce me. I let him lead me to his room. He keeps his hand on the small of my back, a hair lower than before, and I can feel him lightly pressing me forward; it’s not much, but it’s noticeable. His room is around the back side of the motel, which does make me nervous, and I consider backing out of the whole deal, but, (and this is going to sound stupid,) it felt like I would be being rude to change my mind on him now. It would just be too awkward, and what excuse would I even use. Okay, maybe I really will just have one beer and go. His room faces west, so even though it’s probably about seven, seven-thirty, the low summer sun is still shining on his door in that pre twilight-y amber kind of way. He surprises me by handing me the key to his room, but I am kind of in front of him, soooo, okay? I open his door, letting the sunlight in on what appears to be an identical twin of my own room. Everything the same, right down to the thin, stained carpet, (I don’t want to know,) and the obnoxious burnt orange lampshades bookending the head of the bed. I take a step inside, and when he moves behind me to follow, his big body in the doorway almost completely blocks out the light coming in from outside. Well that’s unnerving.
I move farther inside, (ironically in order to move a little farther from him,) and he shuts the door behind us. As he turns to face me, I’m relieved to note that he doesn’t lock or chain the door. Finally, he takes off the sunglasses, and I relax a bit because one, they were beginning to skeeve me out a bit, but mostly because I am pleasantly surprised to find that he has very kind big, brown eyes with the kind of crow’s feet that come from a lot of time spent smiling. And sure enough, he’s smiling at me now. It’s quite a charming smile really. But. Then he starts talking.
“Shall we get started Amy?” he asks, his voice deep, and calm. He closes the distance between us with a single smooth step and this is all suddenly feeling simultaneously surreal but also crisp and sharp and hyper focused. Now, with him inches from me, I can smell his aftershave mixed with summer heat sweat. He never did bother to button his shirt, and I can see the thick hairs on his chest subtly moving with his breathing. And speaking of breathing, I’m not. I realize I’m holding my breath, standing stock still like that god damned proverbial deer in the head lights; I think I’m waiting for him to attack me. He doesn’t.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks, and the smile is back. I mean, I’m freaking out some, but seriously, that smile is so disarming. How the hell does this big bear have the sweetest smile I think I’ve ever seen?!
I force myself to speak, “What am I waiting for?,” my voice starts out too low and then gets too loud at the end as I overcompensate. “What do you mean? I’m not waiting for anything.”
“Now, Amy. You and I know what you wanted out there. It’s one thing to be coy at a public pool, but it’s just the two of us here now. We’re not going to waste a bunch of time playing games are we? When we could each be getting exactly what we want. I would hate to think that you came all the way to my room just to pretend Amy. Amy. Don’t disappoint me.”
I know these are just words, not even the most compelling words really, but I’m telling you, it was how he said them. He was so big, (did I mention?) but the words were so soft. A low whisper at times that I needed to lean in to hear. He was calm, and measured in his cadence and actions. As he was speaking, he was slowly removing the towel that I still had draped across my shoulders. He was sliding his hands down my arms. He was moving behind me, taking his own shirt off, speaking quietly right next to my ear and placing one kiss in that sweet little spot where my neck and shoulder meet, making me lean my head to the opposite side so I could better feel his mouth and beard and the heat they left behind. The sense of danger was melting away and the aching was coming back. Fast. Still behind me, but closer now, pressing up against me, He puts his strong hands firmly on my hips and grips my waist, then runs them up my stomach, then lightly over my breasts, staying on my hard nipples for a bit while He leaves more wet kisses and bites on my neck and collar bone. Already He’s compelling little moans from me, and i can feel the wetness from my pussy easily soaking through my bathing suit. Which doesn’t matter for long because next i feel him pulling the straps of my one piece off of my shoulders and tug my suit all the way down until I can step out of it. i am here for this one hundred percent. Here is a man who is attentive, who’s going to take his time; i am feeling like i’ve found the golden ticket in this dingy little motel. i never get this lucky!
There is no question that Mike is leading this scenario. i am so loving every way that He is touching me, every decision He is making for us that it doesn’t occur to me to take the lead. It’s as though He is cooking some incredible meal, and i am just there to eat what is served to me. It’s a whirlwind of sensations… His shorts are gone and i feel his hard cock pressed against my bare ass… He nudges my feet apart and slides his fingers along my wet lips and dips them into my hungry cunt… He pulls my head back by my hair and licks and bites along my neck…. He reaches down to my ass and lifts and spreads my ass cheeks…
It’s not long, (or is it? i’m losing track of several things,) until we move to the bed. He gets on the bed, sitting up with his back resting against the headboard. His hard cock straining toward the ceiling, glistening with precum that looks delicious. His cock is average length, but extremely thick, and i smile inwardly, knowing that i’m going to be sore the next day. “I’m ready to feel that pussy Amy. Come sit on my cock,” He says, so straightforward, and with no room for negotiation. Not that i wanted to negotiate exactly; i absolutely wanted him inside of me. i just had never felt so directed before. It was a relief and a turn on to have him be so in charge of everything.
i climb up on the bed and straddle him. Everything about being on top of him like that feels soooo hot. i’m up on my knees, the tip of his cock brushing against my pussy which i know is dripping down his shaft. i tilt forward, feeling his strong body and chest hair against my sensitive nipples. i lean in to kiss him, wanting his tongue in my mouth, but he reaches up with his left hand, softly but firmly holding my jaw in his big hand, and holds my face inches away from his,
“Look at yourself Amy,” he says quietly, with a pleasant, but intense look on his face, “You’re hungry. Greedy. Needy. And you’re not even entirely sure what exactly it is that you need. Well. You’re also in luck. I know exactly what you need. You don’t have to give it another thought sugar; I’ll take it from here.”
It feels like there is a part of my brain that he literally switches off. He gave me permission to let go of so much that i didn’t even realize had been weighing me down. With his hand still firmly holding my face he pulls me to him and starts kissing me. His beard scratchy on my face and his tongue swirling perfectly with mine. His right hand finds my hip and slowly pushes me down, his fat cock head finding and parting my slippery lips, his thick shaft stretching my pussy wide, making me moan into his mouth as my ass comes to rest on his thighs with his fat dick completely buried in me. Damn. i did not realize how badly i needed this.
“I know about your hunger Amy,” he purrs, “Now fuck my cock honey.”
Lost in the tenor of his voice i lift myself off of him and push myself back down. Again. Again. Again. Again. Each time his cock bottoms out in me, rather than meet my need it seems to increase my aching hunger. i had started out sweating from the summer heat, but now i’m dripping sweat from the workout of chasing my own lust for Mike’s cock. It feels like i’m trying to literally drive it through me i need it so badly. As i’m riding him, Mike licks the pad of his thumb and presses it to my clit so that warm electric pulses slide over my swollen clit as i pump him into me. A fever is building in me, and i feel my legs start to shake; i’m about to cum hard all over his cock, when, like a glass of ice cold water down my back, i hear a man’s voice behind me say, “Damn Mike, this one is absolutely in heat.”
i start to whip my head around, but Mike has been holding my face this whole time, and he keeps me facing him. He’s smiling, staring directly into my eyes when he says, “You’re late Danny. We got started without you.” i start to get up but Mike’s grip on my jaw tightens, and He holds my hip down firmly with his right hand, “No, no. Stay seated Amy. My cock is still hard, so you haven’t been dismissed yet.” I freeze in place, considering my options. Considering if I have options. And,) if I’m being totally honest,) considering if i even want options. Before I decide on anything, I hear two beer bottles being opened one after the other.
“Yeah, sorry I’m late man, I stopped to pick up the beer,” says Danny, handing a bottle to Mike who takes the beer with his right hand and drops his left to play casually with my left nipple. He doesn’t take his eyes from mine as he helps himself to my breasts, my belly, my neck. With his hand off of my jaw, I begin to turn to look at “Danny,” but Mike, beer bottle lifted to his lips, eyes on mine, subtly shakes his head side to side, and i stop. i don’t look. But i do hear Danny chuckle, take a swig of beer, and undo his belt buckle. “That looks like a tight little ass, but I’m sure I can manage.”
i’m staring at Mike, fear on my face, “Please. i don’t—“
“Sshhh. No one told you to speak Amy,” Mike calmly cuts me off. He gives me that god damned smile, “The men are talking. Don’t interrupt sugar.” i’m just about panicking when i feel the bed shift as Danny positions himself behind me. My breathing is fast, almost hyperventilating when i feel Danny’s hand on my ass cheeks, gripping and groping me. i tense up, which makes Mike’s cock twitch inside of me, “Mmm,” Mike says, “you’ve got a nice grip Amy.” This, for some reason makes my clit throb. So many things, so many sensations are happening at once, it feels like the room is spinning. Mike is pulling on my nipples, just a little, then a little more, then still a bit more, making me arch my back towards him. Danny is rubbing lube between my ass cheeks, pressing a finger at my asshole, not quite entering me, but keeping me on edge, nervous/expectant for the moment of penetration. Danny and Mike are talking to each other about my body, comparing notes and preferences, almost as if i’m not even there. Mike presses his beer into my hand, “Hold this for me honey; don’t let it spill. Hold Danny’s too, we’re going to need our hands free.” And Danny puts his beer in my other hand.
So there i am. Sweating. Terrified. Cunt dripping. A very thick cock still buried in my pussy. A beer in each outstretched hand. A complete stranger named Danny, who i’ve literally never seen, beginning to press his hard dick to my virgin asshole. And an almost complete stranger studying my face with my tits in his hands not unlike the way a puppeteer controls a marionette. Mike starts to talk to me.
“Take a deep breath Amy. Danny’s going to take your ass now.” i know he sees my eyes go wide, tears just starting to spill. i tense up again. i’m expecting pain. Force. Brutal rape. But Danny just stays there. His cock head is putting pressure at my asshole, but that’s it. He’s laughing softly. To Mike he says, “No matter how much they think they don’t want it, I always have the key.” Danny reaches around me and starts to stroke my clit. Mike watches my face carefully as Danny experiments with first one rhythm then another, first this position of his hand, then that, heavier pressure, then lighter. He’s methodical, patient, and soon enough lands on a cadence, a position, a pressure, that has my clit melting like hot wax between his fingers. Mike sees my face shift. He grins, “That’s the one Danny boy, you’ve got it now,” and i feel my whole body opening.
Danny is pressing at my asshole with real intent now. He’s whispering close in my ear, (I can feel that he has a beard as it rubs against my neck and shoulder,) “Open your ass up girl. It belongs to me now.” i know he’s going to fuck my ass; there’s no getting away from that at this point. So i take a deep, panting breath and try to relax as Danny’s cock head finds its way in and then the rest of his shaft slides all the way home inside of me. My whole body is shaking; i’ve never felt so full in my entire life. It takes me a moment to realize that i have started fucking myself on Mike’s cock again, “That’s a good girl,” Mike says, “your cunt gets so much tighter when there’s a cock in your ass.”
It all gets very blurry from there. Dannys hands are on my shoulders. My ass. My tits. No wait, that’s Mike. Is it? No, his hands are on my throat. Now my hips. Their cocks are alternating thrusting in and out with a chain gang rhythm that hypnotizes me. Then they fuck me in unison, pounding into me as one, as if to break me into pieces. They’re talking. They’re laughing. i am not the first bitch in heat that they’ve shared. i am not the first piece of meat that they’ve reduced to a wet whore who can’t give enough of herself over to their various uses. Sometimes they call me “Amy.” Sometimes just “she” and “her.” And sometimes, when i am utterly lost in fucking myself on their powerful, hard cocks, sometimes, just “it.” It’s all so sweaty. They’re so big. hairy. strong. i am eclipsed by the mass of the two of them and they bend and fold me and use my body almost whimsically. Danny makes me cum repeatedly with his masterful hands, they both love it when i cum, and the muscles in my cunt and ass spasm on their cocks, seemingly pulling them in, grasping at their thickness. At one point i hear Mike say, “make it cum again Danny,” as if i am an animal performing tricks for their amusement. They position me and reposition me. They take my mouth when their cocks need cleaning, and they hold my face tight to their bellies, ignoring my hands pushing on their thighs when i start to get light headed from lack of oxygen. They know better than i do when i’ve taken all that i can. That turns out to be long past my own sense of my own limitations. They drink their beers. i hold their beers. They own me.
Finally spent, i don’t know how many times they’ve cum inside of me, nor how many times they’ve made me cum. i am lying on the bed, a rag doll, completely used up. Danny is sitting on the one chair in the room, catching his breath, smirking at me. He’s quite stocky with a large, hair belly. Very muscular arms, a shaved head, thick, lush beard, and a completely tattooed chest. Mike is sitting on the bed, one hand absentmindedly feeling my ass, checking his text messages on his phone with the other.
“How’d you find her?” Danny asks.
“Hmm? Oh, Bill gave me a call as soon as it checked in. Said I should come by the motel. He hooked me up with a key for this room.”
“Good old Bill. How is he doing?”
Through the exhaustion and haze, i hear the room door open, i see the motel clerk walk in, a case of beer under one arm; the man from the counter from when i checked in a million years ago. i watch as the three greet each other and laugh. Bill surveys me as he sets down the beer. “Steve is on his way over,” he says, talking to Mike, but looking me in the eyes. i look at Mike, “i can’t—,” but with a tilt of his head and a single look, Mike stops me from finishing my sentence.
“Sshhh,” He says quietly, smiling his sweet smile at me, “The men are talking. Don’t interrupt sugar.”
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