Checking-In

Randy could still hear Alli barking at the freeriding brunette as he entered the hostel's reception area. He was greeted at the front desk by a somewhat bored looking young man clad in a leather vest and matching thong, who met Randy politely but businesslike, as if he could sense Randy's lack of lustiness towards him. Randy had been unwaveringly straight back in his old world, which he suspected might be challenged in the free love environs of Freedonia, where most everyone identified as somewhere between bisexual and pansexual.

The receptionist, whose nametag read 'Vince', quickly found Randy's reservation and proceeded through the usual check-in steps. The only discernable difference Randy noticed between this check-in and hotels back in his home world was that at the conclusion in lieu of a room key, he received a key to his locker, meant to house his belongings, as well as a towel.

"We have bed-halls on the first and second floor," Vince explained to Randy, "since you're new here, maybe stick to the first floor."

"I'll keep that in mind," Randy replied coolly, while proceeding down the corridor where he found his locker and quickly stowed away his belongings.

A clock on the wall near Randy's locker told him the time was approaching 3 in the afternoon and Randy attributed the lack of people milling around the hostel's common area to the gorgeous day that had blessed San Viola. Still he wanted to take the time to freshen up and wash the long commute and numerous sexual encounters off from his body. Stripping naked, Randy grabbed his shaving kit and toothbrush and headed towards the first floor restroom.

He entered a large, modern looking bathroom with a mostly open floor design. One wall was lined with very conventional toilet stalls, that even afforded the user privacy, while the adjacent wall housed the sinks lined with full length mirrors. The remaining space of the spacious room was dedicated to the showers.

Next to the toilet stalls, three naked women squatted on the ground, their necks bearing a strong leather collar that connected them by chain to the wall behind them. Each girl cradled a large, empty bowl in her arms as they leered lustily at Randy's arrival from their position beneath a sign that read "Urinals." Randy's heart sped up in anticipation as he realized he was about to experience his first sex world watersports moment, and he eagerly approached the first girl, a freckly redhead, who opened wide as he aimed his penis at the girl's mouth. Randy realized in the moment he hadn't pissed at all on the long train ride, probably a side effect of his Mountain Spew, and was currently emptying a very full bladder into the girl's willing mouth. As his stream overwhelmed the young girl's mouth and his pee began to overflow in the bowl she was holding, Randy shuffled down the line to the next girl, a baby-faced brunette who stroked her clit more fervently when she realized that she too would get some of Randy's piss. The last girl in the line, a tanned latina with several tattoos and curly black hair leaned her face in so to catch at much of the splashback as she could with her mouth and tongue. Pinned to the wall near the girls was a poster that touted the water conservation benefits inherent in using and volunteering to be a 'piss mop.' Beneath the middle girl, Randy noticed a drain, which undoubtedly carried away the piss produced by the girls, which was the secondhand piss from everyone else who had used them initially. After what felt like several long minutes of alternating between the three piss whores, Randy's stream finally subsided and the girl's set to work swallowing Randy's load and slurping down any overflow that ended up in their bowls. The redhead, who ended up with the bulk of Randy's piss, actually finished her bowl by pouring it over her head, washing her hair and face in Randy's wastewater.

Randy entered the shower area to find it completely empty, to both his dismay and relief. He turned on the faucet beneath one of the heads and set to work scrubbing his body clean from the day's exertions. As he was lathering his hair with shampoo, he noticed a busty blonde girl enter the shower, whose entire body was covered in a strange filmy substance.

"Total bullshit!" The girl cried, more to herself than anyone. Then, noticing Randy, she approached him and said "do YOU mind if I join you? Or are you as disgusted by me as the whore-hating prudes that run this place."

The woman's disheveled state turned Randy on so he shrugged his shoulders and moved to create room beneath his shower stream for the nasty blonde to join him. "Are you okay" was the only response Randy could think of.

"This is supposed to be Freedonia, a place where you can indulge all of your fetishes without having to be judged by close-minded assholes" Randy immediately regretted allowing the girl to continue her rant. "And that should include my love for being covered in bodily fluids, that's no different than having an anal fetish, or a puppy-girl fetish or whatever other perverted desires you may have. But - I kid you not - just now I was told I was creating a nuisance just because I got a little too covered with semen, pussy juice, spit, piss, and snot. And maybe a little vomit. And that's my right! But some people complained to management that I smelled bad and they couldn't sleep in the same room as me. As if being a disgusting whore was a crime all of the sudden! They had the nerve to say to me 'Tiffany, you either shower this instant or find someplace else to stay."

Tiffany was now sobbing openly, her tears adding a sixth? seventh? type of fluid to her already vile body. Still she had yet to step beneath the shower head's spray, perhaps savoring being covered in filth for one last instance. Randy could tell the girl was hot but even he wasn't ready to touch her in her current state. So he took a step away from the shower, giving Tiffany plenty of space to clean herself when she was finally ready.

At last Tiffany exhaled deeply and took the fateful step into the spray. Using some liquid soap from the shower's dispenser, she lathered her full figured frame with suds and reluctantly began scrubbing her mammoth tits clean. Randy could see in her crying eyes how upset Tiffany found this whole ordeal. He still needed to clean himself off, but he waited until Tiffany was mostly clean before joining her beneath the spray. To his dismay, the girl was in no mood to get frisky, even as their nude bodies caressed one another.

But then an idea popped into Randy's head. He grabbed Tiffany by the chin and pointed her face directly at his own. When her reddened eyes met his, Randy spat the biggest, nastiest wad of saliva he could muster directly into Tiffany's face, the load of which landed directly in her eyes. Instantly Tiffany's mood changed. One of her hands plunged straight into her pussy and the girls knees actually buckled as she collapsed to the floor beneath Randy and began masturbating with a passion.

"Oh yes mister, THANK YOU!" Tiffany was suddenly ecstatic. _'At least her fetish is authentic' _Randy thought to himself. "Give me more. MORE!!" Randy spit on Tiffany's massive tits this time, and her eyes rolled back into her head as her **** on her own pussy picked up speed. Randy regretted that he had already emptied his bladder so recently, but he settled for the only other fluid at his disposal, and began jerking his cock over Tiffany's writhing body, using the body wash to lubricate his throbbing dick. After several minutes, during which Tiffany did not stop masturbating and orgasmed at least twice, Randy finally sprayed his seed liberally over the prone girl's body, eliciting the loudest climax yet from the horny blonde. "Thank you so much mister! You saved my day!" After she finally calmed down, Tiffany replenished the soap on her tits used them to scrub off Randy's back, ass and legs, sort of like a human sponge. "Please tell me you are staying in bed hall 2, yes?"

"No, I'm in 1" Randy replied regretfully. "I'm new to town and they put me in the tamer room."

"What a shame" Tiffany moaned. "Maybe they will bump you up to two when they see how kinky you are"

"Maybe" Randy said, and stepped over the blonde as he finished his shower and began toweling himself off.