Chapter 113 Vignette 99
The hum of the air conditioner filled my ears as I tossed my bag onto the edge of the bed. The hotel room was smaller than I expected, neat but impersonal… clean sheets, bolted window, nothing to hold onto.
Just a place to pass the night.
I kicked off my heels with a sigh, ready to let exhaustion swallow me whole. But then, I heard it.
At first, it was faint...a dull thud against the wall. I frowned, sitting up. Then it came again. Louder this time. Followed by a sound that sent heat rushing straight to my face.
A moan.
Or a scream…
One that came from pleasure. Maybe.
It came from a lady.
I froze, my heart hammering. The wall between the two rooms was too thin, every noise bleeding through.
The rhythmic creak of a bed frame.
A squeal.
And then, a man’s voice… deep, commanding, almost a growl.
I breathed. Swallowed hard, trying to look anywhere but the wall.
Maybe it was just a couple, having some good fun, slamming and grinding each other's genitals.
I thought.
I tried not to listen to their private moment but the sound dragged into my ears like they were magnetic.
I tried to distract myself.
I looked around for the remote but I couldn't find it.
I wanted to turn on the TV.
I needed to.
To distract myself from those sounds that were already making my pussy soak my panties.
Then I found it.
Finally,
I turned it on.
Switched to my favorite channel.
Then I tried to drown myself in the show.
But I failed.
My mind. Attention.
Everything.
Even my body kept drifting to the show being put up in the other room.
The one no one watched but could hear just enough to imagine vividly.
Loud moans in her voice.
Oh fuck, that lady must be fucking lucky.
I needed to hear more of this.
I leaned in, my fingertips brushed the cold wallpaper as if touching it would bring me closer to them.
My breathing grew shallow, my body betraying me with every sound that slipped into my room. Each moan tangled itself around me, pulling tighter and tighter.
And then,
Then…
Silence.
No sounds again.
The room had gone quiet.
I let out a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My heart was still racing when I heard it…
A knock.
Not from the other side of the wall.
But on my door.
Three sharp raps against my door.
My heart lurched. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
But something in the cadence…confident, deliberate…told me this wasn’t housekeeping. It was something else. Something stranger.
Something I couldn't name.
And when I cracked open the door, his gaze said it all: it was my turn.
The man at my door didn’t waste time with pleasantries. His frame filled the doorway, broad shoulders still damp with sweat, shirt hanging loose like he’d barely bothered to put it back on.
His eyes lingered on me like I was prey already caught.
I clutched the edge of the door. “Can I… help you?” My voice wavered, though I hated how it betrayed the thrum of nerves in my chest.
His lips curved, slow and deliberate. “They didn’t tell you?”
My stomach flipped. “Tell me what?”
“The raid.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice as though it were a secret only the two of us could share. “Every few weeks, certain guests are… chosen. Next door was first. Now it’s you.”
I blinked at him, pulse hammering in my ears. “Chosen for what?” I already knew the answer…my body did…but I needed to hear him say it.
His hand braced against the doorframe, close enough for me to catch the faint musk of sweat and expensive cologne. “To be taken. To give in. To be fucked like you’ve never been before.”
The words landed like heat spreading over my skin. I should’ve slammed the door shut, called the front desk, anything.
But instead, I found myself gripping the wood tighter, fighting the shiver that ran down my spine.
“I didn’t… sign up for this,” I whispered.
He smirked, tilting his head. “Yet you opened the door.” His gaze flicked down, dragging over my bare legs, my thin camisole. “And you’re still standing there.”
My breath caught. He was right. I hadn’t turned him away.
“To the bed," he said simply.
“What?" I asked like I didn't hear him.
“Hurry up, I have the next client to service," his voice was firm and commanding.
I could have refused the service.
I could have turned him away and locked the room door.
It was my right.
But I did none of those things.
My heart beat too fast to resist.
My clit throbbed hard enough for me to want him myself.
I simply obeyed.
I walked to the bed.
Like a fucking sex toy with no other choice than to let her owner fuck her whenever he wanted.
I removed my panties.
Removed all my clothes.
Stripped.
Then I laid on the bed and spread my goddamn legs.
Vibrating just by sighting him getting hard under his shorts.
“Relax,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my legs up to my thighs.
Softly.
Not rushing.
Not like someone who had more customers to service after me.
“This only works if you want it,” he said. “And I know you do,”
He didn't need to ask me.
He already knew I did.
From the way my folds glistened with my wetness coated over it.
The silence between us stretched.
To me, his fingers brushing my bare thighs sounded louder than even the moans and groans when he fucked the lady in the other room.
He kneeled between my legs.
I moaned softly.
His clothes were loose already. Didn't need to spend more than a second to bring out his cock.
They were big.
Fat and hard.
Veins pushing through his skin like nothing else.
My breath caught.
His cock hairs had cum on it.
Maybe his, maybe the other woman's
But that only made it more gorgeous.
My mouth watered.
I wanted to suck his cock right there.
But he was there to service me, not the other way round.
His big hands held my two knees. He separated my legs.
I swallowed.
My pussy lips parted reluctantly, exposing my warm pink pussy.
His eyes widened.
Face darkened.
Like that was the prettiest cunt he'd ever seen.
It was…probably.
I locked my lips together, breath pouring from my nostrils in hot steamy waves.
He held his cock in one hand and lowered his hips, the other hand was pressed into the mattress on one side of my head, carrying his weight.
I moaned even before his cock touched me.
He pressed it on my clit.
My breath caught.
I squealed.
Then he glided it on my wet pussy. It was heavy.
He slapped my pussy lips with it and I whimpered, thighs already vibrating.
He put the tip.
Just the tip and nothing more.
Not yet.
He fucked me with just that bit of length.
And when my moans became louder, he pushed more length in.
I gasped.
He pushed it in until every inch of his cock was inside me, his balls slapping below my pussy as he pounded it.
Oh fuck. I moaned.
My breath hung in my throat.
He fucked my hole, his big cock grinding the walls of my pussy, pounding me hard.
The bed creaked under us as he fucked heat off my entire body.
I squealed.
He pounded harder.
Then he groaned and lifted his head, gasping softly, hips and balls slamming against my ass.
He slapped my breasts with his hands.
Then went harder.
And just then, he stopped thrusting.
He let his cock stay fixed deep inside my cunt.
He didn't pull out. Didn't move either.
Fuck.. my whole body was at the verge of convulsing.
He whined his hips on me, his cock twirling deep inside me.
That was the point my soul left me.
He was literally taking me out of my senses.
He grinded me, whining his cock inside me.
Not fast.
Not hurried.
But slow.
Slow and killing.
Fuck!
He groaned.
Then he started thrusting again.
Still at a slow pace.
He fucked me slow like he'd lost track of time.
Just grinding and stretching the walls of my pussy.
At this point, I reached my peak.
My body convulsed.
I jerked on the bed, hips wriggling under him.
He didn't stop.
Not yet.
He still slammed my hole like he didn't care about my orgasm.
He wanted to get his.
He continued pounding me until…
He pulled out in a split second and stroked his cock whilst his cum splashed on my body.
Then he stood up, face flushed.
I was panting on the bed, watching him.
He arranged his clothes…tucked his awesome cock inside his shorts.
“Nice pussy, ma'am,” he said, voice gravelly. While I dripped with my own orgasm, my legs and fingers too weak to move.
And that was it.
He left the room and the next minute was the moans of the woman in the next room filling the air.