Tasha woke sore, aching, but elated. In the night, Eva had rolled fully on top of her. Last night’s orgy felt like a dream, but the aches and stickiness confirmed the events. She’d gone from sexually frustrated to sexually liberated and inexperienced to a vivacious three hole fuckslut so quickly, but Tasha felt her true self had come out. She was leaving her shitty husband and loving her new life.
Finally opening her eyes, she surveyed the exhausted strewn bodies around the room, knowing she’d fucked all of them. As Eva started to stir, Tasha noticed one man awake in the corner, stroking himself while scanning the room. By the time she’d made eye contact and beckoned him over, Eva woke up, eyes widening when a throbbing cock was suddenly in front of her, but this was for Tasha to suck. Tasha was soon being fed a warm load and sharing it with her sexy tanned friend.
After swallowing and finding their clothes, the duo returned to Tasha’s room for a hot steamy shower, massaging the aches out as they shared wet kisses. While they dried off, Eva bemoaned that her last day was to be spent without Tasha, who was checking out soon. They exchanged numbers, Tasha ignoring the texts and missed calls flowing in from her ex, and promised to return to the hotel together.
Sadly, Eva walked down to the front desk to see off her new friend. Seeing Chris the receptionist again at the front desk reminded Tasha of the angry woman who had entered. Before she could greet him, she heard an angry “Tasha!”
She shrank against the desk as Steve, her angry husband, stalked across the entranceway. “What the Fuck? You send those disgusting videos and pictures, and stop responding. You fucking whore!” Chris sped around the desk to divert her husband, but Eva was quicker, getting in Steve’s face. “Your wife is a goddess and you don’t deserve her! You think having money means she’s gotta love your tiny cock and put up with you insulting her body??” Steve took a step back, surprised out this fiery and sexy woman. He tried to speak again, but Eva was yelling over him.
Chris sensed Eva could take care of the husband, and instead went to comfort Tasha, leading her over to a couch. Seeing Steve caused her to revert for a minute, but she was a new woman, and from the couch called. “You Can have your little bitches who fake orgasms so you buy them stuff. I want a real man to fuck me.” On cue, Chris pulled out his cock, somehow already hard. Tasha briefly appreciated the commitment of the hotel’s employees, before getting on her knees and sucking his dick.
“I bet you could never get her to suck like this. You probably couldn’t even get to her throat,” Eva cheered as Tasha sloppily bobbed. Tasha then sat up, surrounding Chris’s cock with her bountiful breasts. While she massaged the shaft with her tits, she stared down her shitty ex. “Your pathetic cock never deserved this.” Steve flushed, struck dumb.
Chris pulled her up to his lap, massaging her breasts and kissing whatever he could reach, while she slid down onto his cock. While she started to grind, she sucked two of Chris’s fingers and moaned, “in my ass.” Tasha’s gasp was overshadowed, by Steve bursting out, “ugh, Tasha. You’re so disgusting, you useless-“ but Eva and Chris yelled, “shut the FUCK up.”
Tasha started to simmer once Chris got inside her, but seeing a flustered and disgusted, but rock hard Steve pushed her to the edge. When Chris took a nipple in his mouth, she exploded, “oh fuck, I’m cumming. More!” she moaned, grinding harder as Chris closed a hand on her neck, to an instant effect.
She surrendered to Chris who through her aside and buried his face between her luscious thighs. Her first time with Chris, she’d been apprehensive, but she could feel the full effects of his pleasure. Even when she shook and screamed as she came, Chris powered through, making her go again and again, vaguely hearing Eva yell, “-already came more times than you managed in years!”
Tasha guided her partner atop her, where he happily thrust into her slippery wet slit and sucked her nipples. She laughed, seeing Steve watching with hunger and jealousy in his eyes. When chris flipped her over, she arched her back like the perfect nympho she’d learned to be, soon moaning, “is there any lube down here? I need you to fuck my slutty asshole.”
Steve fell to his knees as Eva scrambled to get the lube from the desk. Soon, Chris was piercing her puckered hole with his tip, and inching his way in. He gradually thrust stronger until he was grunting with exertion and a rapidly approaching climax. “Cum on my face! Paint my slutty face with your blasts!”
Chris deftly pulled out and spun her around, just in time to pump rope after rope onto her waiting face. While Chris caught his breath, Tasha fixed her clothes and approached the puddle that used to be her husband. She wiped her heavily cum covered face on his expensive looking shirt, and with a kiss for Eva, grabbed her bag and left.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10trumy/newly_single_at_the_euphoria_hotel_p7_m22f30