*this is a story i wrote a few months ago while bored in a hotel room :D*
*WARNING: like with most of my stories, this story contains themes of misogyny and rough sex. i do not condone the acts portrayed.*
It was 9.50 am, giving me ten minutes or so to prepare. The hotel room was small and basic, what you’d expect for the price I paid. Only fifty-five quid for a night, so I obviously wasn’t expecting the Ritz or the Hilton. It was one of those cheap hotel chains, mostly used by businessmen for overnight business trips. The bed was comfortable enough and I did sleep alright, despite my room being above a busy street.
I was still in my underwear and a white vest as I brewed the basic kettle and poured a strong mug of tea, adding just a drop of milk. I sipped and placed it on the bedside table. My phone buzzed, an alert reminding me of the meeting I had at 11 am. It would only take the taxi fifteen minutes to get into the city centre, and then a five-minute walk to the conference hall where the meeting was being held. Good, I smiled, taking another sip, I had more than enough time.
On the table was a purple door tag. You were supposed the hang it on the outside handle of your room’s door to let the maids know the room was empty and ready to be cleaned. I finished my tea and stepped out into the corridor and hung the tag on the handle, then went back inside.
9.57 am.
My suit jacket was folded over the back of an armchair in the corner of the room. I pulled my wallet from the breast pocket and got three fifty-pound notes out. I spread them evenly on the table, pondering how much I would need. This city was a shithole, rife with poverty and deprivation. People here were desperate. I slid two of the notes back into my wallet. Fifty quid would be enough.
Outside I heard footsteps and the squeaky wheel of a cleaning trolley as it was pushed down the corridor. I felt a twinge of excitement, as the fabric of my underwear bulged outwards slightly. I lay back on the bed and rubbed my crotch. I pulled down my underwear and placed the fifty-pound note over my burgeoning erection.
Thirty seconds after the clock hit 10 am, the door opened and a woman pushing a trolley of cleaning products walked in. She was pretty, much prettier than I was expecting. She had a narrow face and high cheekbones, with skin the shade of honey and a light blonde hair tied up into a messy bun, a few strands falling over her face. It took a moment for her to notice me and my long cock, but when she did she jumped in surprise, knocking a spray bottle off the cart.
‘Goodness… I’m so sorry.’ She blundered, picking up the bottle and averting her eyes. ‘The tag was on the door and I thought…’
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. I just tilted my head in a gesture towards my cock. It took a moment before she noticed the money. She eyed it for a few seconds, then said ‘Sorry, I’ll come back later.’ She turned the trolley and pushed back towards the corridor, then stopped and sighed.
This happened every time. After the shock had passed, they start to consider how little money they made working in places like this, and how useful that fifty quid would be. A new pair of shoes for their kids. Money for hiring a babysitter. Food on the table.
She pulled the trolley back and took the tag off the handle then closed the door. She walked back over to the bed, still refusing to look me in the eye, and sat on the edge of the mattress. Up close I could see her hazel eyes, and the dark bags below them. Yeah, this girl was probably overworked and underpaid. Such an easy target.
With a trembling hand, she timidly took the note from my cock and folded it into the pocket of her blue tunic. She said something under her breath and winced, as if she couldn’t believe the situation she was in, then wrapped her delicate fingers around my shaft. I exhaled, her hand moving up and down in a slow rhythm and building up warm friction. A droplet of pre-cum fell from my tip, making my shaft and her hand slick and shiny. She looked away, disgust on her face. I groaned, letting out a few pleasured compliments or the occasional ‘Fuck…’ or ‘Goddamn…’.
I reached up caressed her cheek with my hand, brushing my thumb over her soft lips. She shuddered at my touch, whimpering as I pushed my thumb between her lips and feeling her warm and wet tongue. She knew what I wanted, and she hardly protested when I forced her head down to my groin, my tip rubbing on her cheek. I took my shaft in my hand and slapped my cock on her face a few times, letting pre-cum stick to her forehead and dry in her hair. She went to speak but I slipped my dick between her lips before the words manifested, making her gag in surprise. I placed both hands on the side of her head and forced her down, pushing my hips up and my cock down her throat. Again, she gagged and choked as my tip brushed the back of her throat.
‘Don’t throw up,’ I said, ‘it would just be more mess for you to clean when I’m finished. Breathe through your nose.’ I held her down, her eyes glistening with tears and her hands clutching at the bedsheets. ‘Stick your tongue out.’ She did as I asked, sticking her warm tongue out under my shaft and began to lick my balls.
I felt my orgasm getting close. A bullet train speeding towards its final destination with the breaks cut and no way to stop it. I tightened my grip on her head and felt my cock explode in her mouth, my full balls detonating, shooting my sticky seed down her throat and covering the inside of her mouth. She convulsed violently and feeling she was about to puke, I pulled back just slightly, letting the final barrage of cum coat her soft tongue.
‘Go on…’ I said, exasperated ‘Swallow it.’ I let go of my grip, and she looked up at me, her cheeks wide and round due to the mouthful of jizz she had held on her tongue. ‘Swallow.’ I said, ‘Earn that fifty pounds.’
Hatred burning through her eyes, she gulped and swallowed. Then she shot to her feet and ran to the toilet. I wiped my cock clean with the bedsheets and got dressed, listening to the sound of her retching into the toilet bowl.
The clock read 10.11 am. She was still on her knees in the bathroom when I left the hotel room. I called a taxi on my phone and left the hotel, a wide smile on my face.
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