A break with room service

Sarah lay completely spent on Timo’s chest, my body a single trembling, sweat-soaked, oil-glistening wreck. Both cocks were still buried deep inside me – Timo’s thick, throbbing shaft deep in my dripping pussy, Marc’s even thicker, harder cock buried right up to the hilt in my arse. I couldn’t think straight anymore. At that very moment, the two of them felt my body tense up again. Timo gripped my hips tightly, Marc grabbed my shoulders from behind. Their movements didn’t get faster – they just got deeper. More intense. More relentless.

“Now we’re going to get our share, princess,” Marc growled softly in my ear, his voice hoarse with lust. “We’re going to fill you right up.”

I just whimpered submissively, my voice tiny and shy: “Yes… please… fill me… I belong to you…”

Timo groaned beneath me. I felt his cock suddenly grow even thicker inside my pussy, as he began to twitch wildly. Then came the first spurt.

Hot. Thick. Deep.

A powerful, pulsing jet shot straight against my womb, so deep that I could feel it right into my stomach. Then the second. The third. Timo came in long, powerful spurts, each load so hot and so much that my pussy immediately overflowed. I felt his cum flooding me from the inside, slapping against my walls and pooling inside me. My cunt clenched spasmodically around him, milking every drop out of him, whilst he continued to thrust into me slowly and deeply.

At the same time, Marc came.

His cock in my arse swelled, pulsing brutally. Then he exploded.

“Fuuuuck…,” he groaned, pushing himself right into me. The first spurt was so powerful that I screamed out loud. Hot, thick cum shot deep into my gut, filling me in a way I’d never felt before. Spurt after spurt, pulsing, endless. I felt every single spurt, how it slapped against my inner walls, how it flooded my arse from the inside. The pressure grew ever greater, the sensation so full, so forbidden, so overwhelming that tears sprang to my eyes.

Both men came at the same time. Deep inside me. In my pussy and in my arse. I was completely filled. Overflowing. Their cum mixed inside my body, separated only by the thin wall, hot, sticky, pulsating. I felt it oozing out of me – from my pussy it ran in thick, white streams over Timo’s cock and my thighs; from my arse it dripped out with every little thrust and ran down my buttocks.

I kept staring into the camera, which was recording everything in 4K. My face was red with shame, my eyes glazed over with lust, my mouth half-open.

“Oh God… they’re watching… they’re watching you fill me up… how I… how I take your cum in both holes…”, I whispered in a breaking, submissive voice. The humiliation only made me hornier. I came a third time, just from the feeling of their hot loads deep inside me, from the knowledge that every twitch, every drop, every gush of cum was being captured forever.

My body twitched uncontrollably between them, my pussy and my arse milking both cocks at the same time, greedily sucking out every last drop. The warmth spread throughout my entire lower body, so deep, so intimate, that all I could do was whimper and sob.

Timo and Marc held me tight, thrusting themselves deep inside me once more, pumping the last spurts into me and then simply staying inside me – pulsing, dripping, full.

I lay between them, completely overwhelmed, shy and yet so happily submissive.

Lisa leaned back deeply into the leather armchair in the control room. The monitors showed every single camera in razor-sharp 4K – the large, open luxury rain shower at the back of the room was perfectly lit. “Look at that,” murmured Lisa. “After all that cum and oil, the little one really needs a thorough clean.”

Timo and Marc led the completely spent Sarah under the warm rain of the shower. She could barely stand upright – her knees were still trembling from the brutal orgasms, her thighs glistening with her own juices and the two men’s cum, which was running in thick, white streaks from her pussy and arse. Her arsehole was still slightly open and visibly pulsing.

The men turned on the water. Warm jets pelted Sarah’s oil-slicked body. Marc took a soft sponge and lathered it with fragrant shower gel, whilst Timo stood behind her and cupped her tits from behind. Slowly, almost tenderly, they ran the sponge over every inch of her skin. Marc washed her full breasts first – circling her still-hard, rough nipples, squeezing them gently, letting the soapy water run in thick streams down her stomach. Sarah whimpered softly, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks deep red.

Then they went deeper. Timo spread her legs a little and Marc slid the soapy sponge between her thighs. He washed her swollen pussy thoroughly – the outer and inner labia, the clit, even probing a little way inside her with two fingers to rinse out the thick cum that Timo had pumped so deep into her earlier. White strands mingled with the soapy water and ran down her legs. Sarah flinched at every touch, a soft “Ah…” escaping her.

Marc turned her round. Now he turned his attention to her arse. He spread her cheeks, ran the sponge through her crack and pushed two soapy fingers deep into her still-stretched arsehole. Slowly he twisted them inside her, washing out Marc’s thick load, which oozed out in long, creamy streaks. Sarah moaned, her forehead pressed against the wet tiled wall, while the warm water ran down her back.

“They really are cleaning her like an expensive sex toy,” I whispered to Mia and grinned. “Look how she’s writhing. The shame on her face is priceless.”

After a few minutes, they turned off the water, dried Sarah off with soft, warm towels and led her back to the large mat. A short break. The two men fetched a few bottles of water and some light snacks from the suite’s fridge – fresh fruit, a few small sandwiches. Sarah was allowed to sit between them, even had a few bites fed to her while they gently stroked her back. She looked so exhausted and yet so content – a trembling, naked little bundle of a person with a reddened bum and eyes that were still shining.

Then there was another knock at the door.

Room service.

This time a really fat bloke came in – in his late 40s, at least 120 kilos, a round belly hanging over his belt, a face dripping with sweat, short grey hair and a broad, greedy grin. He was carrying a tray of warm snacks and fresh fruit.

Timo smiled at Sarah. “You know how it works, don’t you? A tip for the service.”

Sarah turned as white as a sheet. “But… I… I’ve only just… please not again…”

Marc just shook his head. Timo shook his head.

“Mouth,” he said dryly.

The fat room service man, that greasy, sweaty bastard with the huge belly, laughed quietly and hoarsely as he set the tray of food down on the bedside table. Without another word, he unbuttoned his greasy waiter’s trousers. The zip rattled slowly down – and then his fat, short cock flopped out like a heavy, overripe piece of meat.

It wasn’t particularly long, but brutally thick. A proper stubby cock, as thick as a can of Red Bull, with an incredibly thick, wrinkled foreskin that hung halfway over the shiny, already damp glans. The shaft was criss-crossed with thick veins, the skin slightly reddish and greasy. Below it dangled a heavy, hairy scrotum – grey, frizzy pubic hair everywhere, sweaty and matted. The smell hit Sarah straight in the face: a heavy, animalistic stench of old man’s sweat, of cooking grease, of a whole long day’s work without a shower, of an unwashed scrotum and a whiff of dried urine. It smelled properly filthy. Horny-filthy.

Sarah obediently sank to her knees, her large, shy eyes staring straight at this stinking, fleshy shaft. The fat man grinned broadly, grabbed her head with his two fleshy paws – fingers greasy from kitchen duty – and pressed his semi-erect, heavy member right into her face. The hot, wet glans immediately smeared a shiny streak across her cheek, the foreskin rubbing against her nose.

“Open your mouth, slut,” he growled softly.

Sarah obeyed. No sooner were her full lips open than he shoved his thick cock straight in. The taste exploded on her tongue – salty, sour, a cheesy flavour mixed with stale urine and musty sweat. The thick, wrinkled foreskin slid over her tongue. She gagged slightly as the fat shaft slid deeper, but she immediately sucked bravely. Her lips stretched brutally around the thick girth, turning white at the edges. Her tongue circled greedily beneath the foreskin, pushing it back and licking the greasy, glistening glans clean, tasting every drop of pre-cum that was already oozing out.

The fat bloke groaned deeply and animalistically. His fat belly pressed against her forehead as he pushed her head slowly but insistently back and forth. Sarah’s saliva ran in long, shiny strands from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her tits. She sucked louder, wetter, smacking – a proper, wet gulp-gulp-gulp that filled the whole room.

She gave it her all. Licked the entire thick shaft, took the heavy, sweat-soaked balls into her mouth one after the other, sucked on them like ripe fruit, felt the grey hairs on her tongue. The smell was so intense that it almost got her high. The man grunted with satisfaction, held her head tighter and began to really fuck her mouth – slowly, deeply, right to the hilt. Her nose disappeared completely into his sweaty, hairy pubic bush. She gagged softly, her throat clenching around the thick glans, tears running down her cheeks, her make-up smudging into black streaks.

“Good little fuck mouth,” Timo murmured lustfully, holding his mobile right up close, zooming in on her stretched lips and the drooling strands.

Sarah’s eyes were watering; her face was already a single, glistening mess of saliva and tears, but she didn’t stop. She sucked harder, massaging his heavy balls with one hand whilst the other stroked his thick, flabby belly. The man picked up the pace; his breathing rattled like an old dog’s. His fat cock swelled even thicker in her mouth.

Suddenly he pulled it out – wet, glistening, coated in all her drool. He held her head firmly by the hair, aimed straight at her pretty face and came with a loud, deep groan.

The first thick, creamy load splattered right in the middle of her forehead, running straight into her eyebrow. The second and third spurts landed across her cheeks, thick and white, almost like mayonnaise. A long, sticky strand hit her outstretched tongue and lower lip exactly, then slowly trailed down her chin and dripped heavily onto her bare tits. Another two or three smaller spurts splattered onto her nose and her closed eyelids. Her whole face was completely covered within seconds – a glistening, dripping mess of thick, white-grey cum.

The fat bloke was breathing heavily, wiping his limp, still-dripping cock with relish against her already cum-covered cheek, grinning contentedly as he pulled his trousers back up.

“Thanks for the tip, you little hotel whore,” he muttered before leaving the room.

Sarah was still kneeling there, her face a single glistening mask of cum, semen running into her eyes, from the corner of her mouth, over her tits… and she smiled, trembling. Instead of a 2–5 dollar tip, she’d already given a man a blow job twice.