02-11-2021, 03:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-11-2021, 03:41 PM by madiha.agarwal. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
"Crick... Crick... Crick..."
My eyes were fixated on the slow moving fan which made a creaking noise at regular intervals as if it might be missing a ball bearing. Another harsh noise that was competing with it was the old creaky bed which breathed like it might give away anytime. Looking around, I could see the worn out and blistering paint ready to fall off the ceiling. In the corner was an old CRT television, which probably belonged to a museum, was at full volume to drown the creaks and moans. It was tuned to a teleshopping channel where I could hear the host scream the benefits of some sauna slim belt and interspersed words like "WEIGHT!", "LOSE!!", "SEXXXY!!".
And I was lying on the bed of a cheap run down hotel, completely naked with my legs raised high enough that my knees touched my breasts. A man at least twice my age was on top, furiously humping his average sized cock into my pussy. He then bent forward and started kissing my lips with exaggerated passion.
'Oh god, please don't make it more awkward.' I sighed inwardly as I was half-heartedly returning the kiss. It felt even more scandalous than getting your pussy eaten by a stranger because it was more personal. Even though the hotel desk clerk hinted that this hotel was 'safe', I remembered news articles of security officer raiding such hotels and then displaying photos of the arrested "customers" which would be published in the papers.
What would I do if that happened? Imagine the headlines - "Techie of a leading IT company caught soliciting men in a cheap hotel!" Imagine the shock of my parents and that I was doing such dreadful things in my own hometown. I always kept my wild side in other cities but came back home as the dutiful daughter. How did I end up in one of the cheap highway hotels which are infamous for being brothels in my own town? What if someone recognized me?
NEHA!!
It's all her fault. She was the one who led me into this. She was the one who aroused me into doing this. Why the hell did I say hello to her on the first day of orientation and then agree to be roommates with her? I cursed her while I was kissing him and sucking his tongue. Maybe she was doing the same thing right now, but with two cocks. Not sure how a petite girl like her was able to handle it. Was she really to blame for my current situation or was I just too dense to see the truth about myself?
My eyes were fixated on the slow moving fan which made a creaking noise at regular intervals as if it might be missing a ball bearing. Another harsh noise that was competing with it was the old creaky bed which breathed like it might give away anytime. Looking around, I could see the worn out and blistering paint ready to fall off the ceiling. In the corner was an old CRT television, which probably belonged to a museum, was at full volume to drown the creaks and moans. It was tuned to a teleshopping channel where I could hear the host scream the benefits of some sauna slim belt and interspersed words like "WEIGHT!", "LOSE!!", "SEXXXY!!".
And I was lying on the bed of a cheap run down hotel, completely naked with my legs raised high enough that my knees touched my breasts. A man at least twice my age was on top, furiously humping his average sized cock into my pussy. He then bent forward and started kissing my lips with exaggerated passion.
'Oh god, please don't make it more awkward.' I sighed inwardly as I was half-heartedly returning the kiss. It felt even more scandalous than getting your pussy eaten by a stranger because it was more personal. Even though the hotel desk clerk hinted that this hotel was 'safe', I remembered news articles of security officer raiding such hotels and then displaying photos of the arrested "customers" which would be published in the papers.
What would I do if that happened? Imagine the headlines - "Techie of a leading IT company caught soliciting men in a cheap hotel!" Imagine the shock of my parents and that I was doing such dreadful things in my own hometown. I always kept my wild side in other cities but came back home as the dutiful daughter. How did I end up in one of the cheap highway hotels which are infamous for being brothels in my own town? What if someone recognized me?
NEHA!!
It's all her fault. She was the one who led me into this. She was the one who aroused me into doing this. Why the hell did I say hello to her on the first day of orientation and then agree to be roommates with her? I cursed her while I was kissing him and sucking his tongue. Maybe she was doing the same thing right now, but with two cocks. Not sure how a petite girl like her was able to handle it. Was she really to blame for my current situation or was I just too dense to see the truth about myself?
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