The private rooms

The stairs are a bit of a struggle for Emily, but Val helps her up. Thankfully she wouldn't need leg coordination for what's to come, she thinks, being something of a pillow princess usually with her husband. When the two of them reach the top of the stairs, the two men they met on the dancefloor rise from the couch they're seated on and follow the girls to a counter where a young woman seems to be renting out rooms.

"Hey Val. Welcome back." The woman says, greeting {emily}'s friend.

"Hey Steph." Val says.

Val seemed to know a fair few people at this club. Was it because Marco worked there, or could she really be some sort of regular, Emily thinks to herself.

"Will the four of you be using a single room tonight?" The woman asks, to Emily's surprise.

"Two separate rooms for tonight, I think. And just the one hour for both thanks." Val says.

Emily can't help but giggle at the idea of them really needing the room for an hour. Her husband never lasted more than ten minutes with her. These places probably only rent the rooms by the hour as some sort of scam.

"That will be twenty dollars each then. Will that be cash or card?" The woman asks.

Emily stands patiently, waiting for the men to pay the woman. However, she's surprised to see Val reaching into her purse to produce some cash. The men on the other hand remain still, not even pretending to reach into their wallets to offer to pay. Emily watches as Val struggles to produce enough cash from her wallet to pay for her own room, pulling out coins from every corner of her purse to just barely make it to twenty. Noticing that Emily hasn't done the same, she leans close to her friend and whispers in her ear.

"The women always pay, I'll explain later." She whispers.

Emily looks at her with surprise but eventually accepts it and reaches into her own wallet to pay the cashier.

"Let me show you to your rooms." She says, turning to lead the party of four down the hallway behind her.

Emily didn't notice it earlier due to the loud music from downstairs, but as they walk past a series of closed doors, she can hear the sounds of women squealing like whores from within. She can't believe her ears at how brazenly these women are moaning out in such a public place, for any stranger to hear. From some doors she can even make out some words from within.

"That's right bitch, swallow it all." She hears from one door.

"Yeah hoe, take this dick." She hears from another, interspersed with the sound of clapping.

From one, she even thinks she hears the sound of a whip cracking. All of this has her feeling tremendously nervous, but the feeling of her friend Val by her side relieves her a little. That relief quickly disappears however, as they arrive at an open door.

"This is the first room." The receptionist says motioning inside.

"That'll be us then." Val says with a smile.

She turns to Emily and gives her a hug.

"I'll meet you by the bar once the hour's up." Val says with a smile, before stepping inside followed immediately by the man she met mere moments earlier.

All Emily sees is the man step up real close to Val and roughly grab a firm hold of her hair before the receptionist shuts the door. Emily's last sight of her friend is a depraved smile as her 'date' grabs a hold of her in a very ungentlemanly manner. The receptionist then leads Emily and her new friend to the room next door, motioning them both inside before shutting the door behind them. Emily looks around the room, which appears to be little more than a cheap hotel room with a bed up against one wall and some other furniture scattered around the place. There's two doors, the entrance and another which supposedly leads to a bathroom.

"Kneel." A deep voice cuts through the silence from behind Emily causing shivers to run down her spine.

She turns to see that the man from the dancefloor has already removed his shirt, revealing the most muscular body Emily has ever seen this close before. He's covered in tattoos, another trait that none of her previous partners shared. Something about his voice seems so commanding, Emily instinctively obeys. It's at this point that she realises it's the first time she's even heard his voice.

Emily gets down onto her knees on the carpeted floor causing her skirt to drift up her ass even further to the point her underwear would definitely be visible from behind. At this point, there isn't much point in fixing it.

Funnily enough, the first thought through her mind is how often they clean this room, or if she's kneeling on some other woman's sweat, saliva or who knows what else. The man steps up close to her so the bulge in his pants is inches away from her face. She looks up at him wide-eyed, stunned and a little frightened, but that fear only seems to spur her desire further. He stares back, his expression a blank slate, sharing no information to poor Emily.

"This is your first time here?" He asks, looking at her white wristband.

"Yes. That's right." She responds timidly with a gulp.

"I like newcomers. Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes." He says with a grin.

Emily smiles, a little relieved at the idea that he'll be taking it slow with her considering her experience with men in the past has been minimal, especially since she got married. These days, her and her husband only slept together once a month, not for lack of trying on his part.

The stranger unbuckles his belt, tossing it aside, before unzipping his pants. The moment he pulls them down, his cock comes sliding out like an anaconda unfurling. Emily is shocked at his size, her face reflecting her surprise when her draw instinctively drops. His cock isn't even hard and it's easily eight inches long and girthier than her forearm. Five inches bigger than her loser husband she thinks to herself.

"Whoa." She lets out at the sight of it.

"Get to sucking hoe. You only paid for the hour, the clock's ticking." He commands.

Emily rarely used to give her husband blowjobs. In fact, she only ever did it on his birthday. However, looking at the massive piece of meat before her, she had a strange desire to just wrap her pretty red lips around it, despite how intimidated she was by the size. Whilst kneeling on the floor, she reaches out with one hand and grabs a hold of the stranger's cock around mid-way along his length, pulling it up to angle the tip towards herself. Her hand can only just wrap the whole way around his girth and she has a feeling she won't even be able to manage that once he gets fully erect.

With this complete stranger's cock firmly in her hand, she shifts forward and starts licking around the tip. He already has a bit of precum leaking from the tip. The taste of it had always been a part of why she hated giving blowjobs, but the moment she licks up this man's precum she immediately notices how different it tastes. The flavour is somehow intoxicating to her, completely the opposite to how her previous partner's had tasted. Shivers run down Emily's spine as the substance leaking from the stranger's cock immediately take a hold of her. All of a sudden, it's as if she's worshipping him with her tongue.

Not wanting to waste any more time, she opens wide and wraps her lips around the tip of his cock. Unlike with her husband, she really has to open her mouth wide to be able to fit his girth inside. The smell of his cock is intoxicating and the taste even more so. It's as if he were releasing a wave of pheromones putting her hormonal system into overdrive. Emily was already embarrassed enough about how wet she got on the dancefloor, but now her pussy was practically a faucet. The thought of standing up frightened her, lest this man see the puddle she's almost certainly made on the carpet. With her lips wrapped around just the tip of his cock, she starts gently sucking, feeling his cock spasm in her mouth as the blood starts to rush there.

"Come on hoe, you can take it deeper than that." He says with that deep, stern voice of his.

The thought of his thick cock reaching the back of her throat frightens her, but she remembers Val's words from earlier. She needs to do whatever she can to please him, and he'll give her what she's been craving since he first grabbed a hold of her. Emily gathers all the courage she has and slides his cock further and further past her lips until she eventually feels the tip press against her uvula, immediately triggering her gag reflex. She coughs and sputters, spitting up strands of saliva onto his cock ad immediately pulling him out of her mouth.

*GAG* *GACK* *COUGH*

"I'm so... sorry. It's so big... it... made me gag." She says, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"What's the problem, it don't matter if you gag. No one's complaining about you spitting on their cock." He says encouragingly.

Emily's a little taken aback by his crude way of talking, but relieved that he doesn't seem to care about her spitting up saliva all over his cock. With a new sense of determination, she gets back to the task at hand and gives it another go. Sliding him back down her mouth, she forces her face further towards his pelvis, pushing past her gag reflex no matter how much it feels like she's ****. Before she knows it, she's managed to get half his length down her oesophagus. A strange new sensation fills her throat as this stranger's meat explores uncharted territories of her previously underutilised pleasure hole.

Emily slides him back and forth down her throat, slowly managing to work him deeper inside. She occasionally has to let him out so she can gasp for air, her windpipe too compressed by his oversized cock to breathe through her nose whilst deepthroating him. However, each time, in an effort to please this man she just met, she dives back lips first onto his cock the moment she's caught her breath.

"Not bad hoe." Is the only thing he says the whole time.

Even this little bit of praise of her blowjob skills from the well-endowed stranger seems to spur her on more than any compliment she ever received from her husband. Despite her enthusiasm, the struggle of swallowing such a large piece of meat is taking it's toll. She has no idea how long she's been blowing him for, but it's felt like an eternity given how inexperienced she is. Just as she's on the verge of giving up, or perhaps even passing out due to lack of oxygen, her 'date' saves her with a few crass words.

"Alright bitch, time to get up on the bed and take this dick." He says with a grin.