Time to go

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

This time the knock at the door is much louder, and it comes swinging open immediately after.

"Alright slut, time's up. Don't make me get security." The receptionist says firmly.

Emily is immediately startled and ashamed. She practically jumps off of the bed, before immediately realising that she's basically naked in front of this woman she met an hour ago. She quickly composes herself, pulling her top up at the top to cover her tits and her skirt down at the bottom to cover her pussy and ass.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." She says as she scuttles in her heels for the door.

As she hurries out the door, she notices another couple standing waiting for her to leave behind the receptionist. She blushes as she passes them, embarrassed that they likely know exactly what filthy acts she was performing moments earlier.

As she walks away she watches as they walk straight in to use the room. It seemed that they didn't do any cleaning between uses, meaning the puddle of Emily's first squirting orgasm would remain on the sheets whilst they fucked. Yet another thing for her to be embarrassed about. As she walks past Val's room she notices sounds coming from within. She hears the familiar sound of a woman howling like a banshee, but it's from an unfamiliar voice. Over the last hour, Emily became far too well acquainted with the noises her friend makes during sex than she ever thought she would. She keeps walking on through to the end of the hallway where she finds Val seated on the couch in the waiting area near the counter.

She's a total mess. Her mascara has run down her cheeks, her lipstick is smeared, her dress has clearly been haphazardly pulled back on. When Emily first sees her, she's fixing her hair from the mess that it was. It seemed she had a similar experience to Emily.

Speaking of which, Emily herself probably looked in much a similar state to her friend now that she thought about it. How ashamed would she feel if there were a mirror before her right now. Thank goodness she was almost certain no one she knew would be in this scandalous venue to see her. Her reputation would be ruined if they did.

"So, how was it?" Her friend asks, a cheeky, knowing smile on her face.

As her friend asks her how she enjoyed the past hour with her mystery hookup, Emily's mind wanders back to the memories of the best sex she's ever had. God, who knew it could feel so good. That sensation of having her pussy stretched to accomodate such a girthy cock. The feeling of being fucked so deep she could feel him pushing against her cervix with each thrust. And despite his early promise to take it slow with her since it was her first time with... such a big cock, he worked his way up to fucking her rougher than she had ever taken it before. She could still feel the after-effects in her body. Her legs still felt weak after that hour. Thinking about how he had fucked her pussy so hard made them feel weaker. The way he used her like she was his plaything. She had been the ****, and he was her master. Something about it made her feel so desired, so hot...

"That good huh?" Her friend says, interrupting her reminiscent thoughts.

Val seems to know exactly what she was thinking about.

"I guess so..." Emily says with a chuckle.

As she laughs a little, shivers suddenly shoot up her spine as she feels a damp sensation running down her leg. She immediately realises what's happened and her cheeks blush bright red with embarrassment. It suddenly dawns on her that her panties are still lying in the trash can in that room, likely out of reach to her now.

"I'll be right back!" She says, hurriedly dashing to the stairs whilst trying to keep her thighs as close together as possible.

Emily rushes down the stairs to the toilets, clenching her pelvic floor muscles tight to prevent any more of the thick cum from leaking down her legs. Thankfully there isn't a queue and she's able to fly through to an empty stall where she takes a seat and finally relaxes. As she sits on the toilet, she feels copious amounts of the stranger's cum flowing out of her. With such a massive load having been sprayed so deep inside of her, it was practically guaranteed that one of those little sperm cells had found its way to her **** eggs and knocked her up. A problem for tomorrow.

Once she finally feels that she's squeezed all the cum out of her pussy, Emily cleans herself up and pulls her skirt back down to cover herself as best as possible. With no panties anymore it was more important than ever that she keep her skirt from riding up and completely exposing her bare pussy. She flushes the toilet, sending what she did manage to get out of her down the drain. However, in her mind, she knows there's plenty more buried deep inside her womb making its way to her ovaries, completely out of her control.

When she exits the toilet stall, she finds Val standing at the mirror fixing her make-up. She's almost finished at this point, having wiped off her lipstick and reapplied it, along with her mascara too. None of the other women in the bathroom seem to pay any mind to her dishevelled appearance.

"Hey, all good in there?" Val asks her friend.

"Yeah, I just had to umm... use the toilet." Emily says, embarrassed that her friend probably knows exactly what she was doing.

"Uh huh. Wanna borrow some more of my make-up?" She offers politely.

"That'd be great, thanks." Emily says with a smile.

Emily steps up to the mirror, borrowing some supplies form her friend to wipe off her smeared lipstick and mascara before reapplying. She decides to change things up a bit, shifting more to her friend's style of heavier mascara and eyeliner. She always thought girls who did their make-up like this looked like sluts, but something about this place had her wanting to dress in a way that would get her as much attention as possible.

"So, was that your first time with a black guy?" Val asks her friend brashly.

Emily is startled, looking around at the other women who are smiling knowingly but continue minding their own business.

"Val!" She exclaims, embarrassed to have been outed in front of several strangers.

"Relax, it's what all the girls are here for. It's kinda this club's... specialty." Val says.

"I see..." Emily says, relaxing a little but still uncomfortable talking about this sort of thing in front of strangers.

She had certainly never heard of this sort of place before. The closest thing would have been some sort of brothel, but that wasn't exactly what this venue was. No money was being exchanged, other than the room fee. This thought reminds Emily to ask about why exactly she was expected to pay for the room.

"So, care to explain why we had to pay for the room? Whatever happened to chivalry. They didn't even buy us a drink or anything." Emily says as the pair continues doing their make-up.

"Oh yeah, well, that's just kind of the way it works here. The ladies pay for the room, and in exchange, the guys fuck your brains out." Val says with a laugh.

Emily raises her eyebrows at her friends crude remark. As much as she wanted to protest to this reversal of the way she expected things to be, Val was right. The twenty dollars she spent hiring the room felt like nothing in comparison to what he had done for her. Or rather done 'to her'. Every time she had thought about it since she could feel that strange warmth building inside of her. Could she really be horny for more.

"So, what's next?" Emily asks her friend, wishfully hoping her friend can provide her with another amazing new experience as she has done so far.

"That depends. How much more you got in you?" Val asks.

Despite experiencing the longest, most intense sex of her life hardly twenty minutes earlier, Emily felt more energetic than ever before. Perhaps it was the ****, or the powder Val had shared with her earlier, or even the high she was riding after the most exciting hour of her life. Regardless, Emily felt on top of the world and wanted to keep riding that high as long as possible.

"I'm feeling wild. Let's do something really crazy!" She says to her friend, letting her enthusiasm show for the first time that evening.

"Atta girl! Where was this Emily all throughout college huh? Anything particular on your mind?" Val asks.

"Well, I've always wanted a tattoo, but I was too scared to get one." Emily says, practically in disbelief that she's admitted this out loud.

"Let's do it! I know just the place." Val says excitedly.