Lick it clean

You turn around, and kneel down in front of Gavin. You gently kiss the tip of his dick before taking it in your mouth. It tastes awful and is covered in a variety of different fluids, but you try not to think about it as you suck it completely clean while looking up at him for approval. He smirks at you, patting you on the head before you finally pull your head back from his polished pole. "Oh fuck, you're a good girl", Gavin moans lustfully.

As you come down from your high you become more aware of how gooey your ass feels, and how awkward the whole situation actually is. You probably screamed up the whole motel, and that weird camera dude is still staring at you with that stupid confused expression of his. You get up from the bed and reach over to grab your clothes in order to get dressed. "Was it everything you imagined?", you ask Gavin as you step into your panties.

"Everything and more", Gavin smiles brightly. He certainly seems very pleased with your performance, sitting naked on the bed as he watches you get dressed. You even notice he is still hard. "Thanks, Marcy, I really appreciate this. Fucking an actual porn star up the ass... And to have it on video too", he says as you get your bra and pants back on. "I wonder what my girlfriend will say if I send her the video after I'm far overseas", he smirks mischievously.

You pull your shirt over your head and gaze at him for a moment. So he wasn't a virgin after all, you deduce. Anyway, you're not even going to bother asking him about the details of his 'girlfriend' situation. You're about to reply when there is a sudden knock on the door. "That's my cue to go", you say, quickly grabbing your handbag and stepping into your shoes. Then you walk up to the door. "I hope you enjoy the video!", you add as an afterthought, knowing he won't because it will just be a pitch black recording of the back of a lens cap.

When you open the door you are suddenly faced with a large bald man that is towering over you and doesn't look very pleased. "Hello. I'm the motel manager. We're getting complaints fr-", he begins to speak, but he falls silent as he looks past you at the two men still inside the room; one of which is still completely naked.

"W-What is going ON here?!", the hotel manager roars, and you quickly slip past him. For a moment it looks like he'll try to stop you, but then he turns his gaze back inside, taking note of the large camera. "Why are- What is- Do I smell pot?", he demands to know all at once as you hurry back to the parking lot. "Wait. Was that a hooker?!", you hear him screech at the men as he points after you, his rage apparently complete.

'Hey now', you think to yourself as you hurry out of sight. Best to let the two men handle this.

Your heels grind against the gravel as you step on the parking lot looking for Honey. Luckily, she's still sitting in the car waiting for you, reading a magazine. She takes notices of you and looks up as you approach. "Hey, Honey", you tell her before she can so much as open her mouth. "It's done". You really just want to get out of here.

"Great", she says, flashing you a smile. "Come on, let's be on our way". Honey stands up, allowing you to take her place in the passenger's seat while she walks around the car to jump behind the wheel. She gets the vehicle moving and you breathe a sigh of relief as Honey steers it back onto the highway. You grab a bottle of water from your bag in order to rinse your mouth and drink a few sips, trying to get rid of the odd lingering aftertaste.

The drive back is long and quiet, but you don't mind. You lean against the seat while she drives, enjoying the scenery and the wind running through your hair. The sun is setting, and the sky changes from a bright blue to a beautiful red.

"Are you not going to ask me how it was?", you ask after replaying the events that just happened in the motel room in your head a few times. You never got the chance to clean yourself properly, and your asshole is still slippery and leaking cum into your panties. At least you don't feel all too sore; but maybe that's just because your pucker is still 'well-lubricated' and you're currently sitting down.

Honey simply shrugs, not taking her eyes off the road for a moment. "I'm curious, but I'm not going to ask for all the intimate details", she says with a soft smile. "Just tell me... did you at least have fun?"