Uncomfortable Chats

“You need to tell me what you know.” Samia demanded with that intense stare of hers. She’d always been the take-charge one of your group and whatever fear she’d been feeling in the park seemed to have hardened.

“I don’t know anything.” You hide your face in your hands. “I really don’t.”

You sense Samia moving across the room and sitting on the bed next to you. She rather boldly cups the chain on your chest in her hand.

“Start with this, then. Since we have that in common.” Samia pulls her robe open slightly to reveal the matching chain on her own nipples. “Where did you get it?”

With her prodding, you tell her everything about the last few days: The subway, the chain, getting yoked into the hallway, the park… Samia…

“So it spoke to you? Through me?” Samia looked even more angry, if that was possible. “That’s violating. What did it say?”

“It said it - he - whatever was having ‘fun’ with me. And he asked me whether you should too.”

“Whether I should what? Have fun?”

“...Yes.” You blush and look away. “I told him to let you go.”

Samia clenched and unclenched her fists. “And that’s when I ‘woke up,’ clearly.” She stood up and paced the room. “Ok, so we know some things.”

You sit forward. “Like what?”

“Well, there’s something about you specifically that he likes.” You blush again but Samia waves it off “Don’t be flattered.”

“I wasn’t!”

Samia ignored your denial and continued. “We know that it’s getting more powerful. It started just with the chain thing, but now it's spreading to other people.”

“He warned me about that.” You hang your head. “He said he could bring in other people too.”

“Well, we’d better not meet up with our friends then.” Samia declared.

“Samia… he said something else.” You add. You had to know if what he said was true. If she’d been carrying a torch for you all this time. If he was really obsessed with you specifically, maybe he’d know something like that. But before you could ask, the door suddenly opened and a bellhop pushed in a tray on wheels.

“Room service!” He called from the small hallway. Samia tried to bolt for the bathroom, but the door swung itself shut and locked before she could reach. You rolled off the far side of the bed and dropped to the floor to hide your naked body, just before he wheeled the cart into the bedroom area. Samia quickly collected herself and whirled on him. He was a young athletic blonde a foot taller than her, looking like a guy with his first job after high school in his uncomfortable uniform. Still, she managed to look imposing compared to him when she was fully on.

“Nobody ordered room service. You should learn to read and to knock, you fool.” Samia huffed. You peeked around the end of the bed to see what was happening. The man leaned back initially, intimidated by her display. But then he cocked his head slightly, considering her. You saw the change come over his face the same as it had come over Samia’s in the park. Suddenly Samia went rigid, as if all her muscles tensed at once. He casually slapped the edge of a small plate that contained an apple, knocking it up into the air. While it arced he waved a finger at Samia, causing her jaw to drop open. And then with a casual backhand he slapped the apple as it fell, causing it to fly the distance between them and stick in her mouth.

“She did warn you not to insult me.” The man grinned. “Jasmine, come on out.”

You feel an invisible hand grab your hair and drag you upwards from your hiding place. “OW OW OW!” You can’t decide between trying to cover your nudity or protect your scalp from this creature yanking you around, and succeed at neither. He pulls you around and sits you down on the bed. He took half of the tuna fish sandwich on the tray and began to eat it.

Samia began screaming into her apple gag. Despite her teeth being locked, you made out some curse words in your language. Without even looking, he grabbed a large cucumber off of the tray and tossed it side ways to her. Samia’s arm was the only thing that moved as she caught the vegetable and slid it under her bathrobe in one smooth motion. She spread her legs slightly and grunted as she slid it up inside her. She couldn’t stop herself from pistoning the thing inside her any more than you could stop yourself in the park.

“So you two were talking about me.” He said while ugly chewing the sandwich and looking straight at you. “Since you were at least respectful about it, I’ll let you ask questions.”

You open your mouth, but he holds up a finger to stop you.

“But there’s a catch.” He drops his hand to his zipper and opens his fly, pulling out a perfectly normal flaccid cock. “Each one’s gonna cost you.”

You nod softly and fly through the thousands of questions you want to ask this creature, but you need to pare it down. Yet, when you open your mouth, your words come a little too fast.

“What are you? What do you want?!”

He laughs. “That’s two questions. And pretty stupid to ask because you already knew the answers.” He reached down and stroked his dick, and for each of the strokes it got bigger. And not just bigger in the way even inexperienced Jasmine knew about, but longer - and thicker. “I can’t really explain what I am in a way you’d understand, but you called me a demon and that works. And you know what I want.”

“Fun.”

“Exactly.” He took another bite and winked.

“Why me?” Your eyes are drawn to his cock as he answers, another stroke and it gets even larger.

“You saw me on the train. Really saw me.” He said. “Most people around here just look right past me, so that’s a novel experience.” He shivered in excitement.

You had to weigh each question carefully now. That thing between his legs was a monster and you had no doubts about what his ‘cost’ would be.

“When does it end?”

Samia screamed again, staring at you. He laughed again as he stroked his increasing member.

“She thinks you wasted the question. I’m just gonna say ‘When it stops being fun,’ right? Well, that’s half true. I’m building to something and you’re going to help me on my way. Once I’m finished, then it will end.”

“Sex makes you stronger.” You declare. He wags his finger in response.

“That’s a statement. Not a question.”

You exhale softly. “Does sex make you stronger?”

“Yes it does!” He slaps his thigh in approval, then adds more mass to his cock with another stroke. “You’re both enjoying some of that power right now but I have a lot more where that came from.”

You dig your nails into your palms and put on your best attempt at a Samia intimidation face. He seems to like you, so maybe you can work with that.

“What would it take for you to leave my friends out of this?” You glare at him. Even though you see the same deep terrifying eyes from the train glaring back, you try to hold the gaze. Interestingly, he breaks eye contact first.

“Now that is an interesting question. More like an offer.” He shoves the last of the sandwich in his mouth, then rubs his chin with one hand while stroking his dick with the other. After a moment of this, he claps his hands as he comes to his conclusion. “I’ll bite. Samia’s already along for the ride, that’s settled. But if you want to keep your other besties out of this, then I have some conditions.”

You swallow heavily. “Ok.”

He counts them off on his fingers. “One, no hiding up in this room. Hit the streets. Enjoy your vacation a little, you stuck up prude.” You blush furiously, which was clearly his intent. Samia screamed again into her fruit. Her puppeted hand continues to work under her bathrobe.

“Two, you don’t tell anyone else about me. It’s bad enough with you two gossips.” That one really sucked. No matter what, you wouldn’t be able to blame your actions on anyone else. You grit your teeth.

“And third, which should be obvious by now, when I say ‘Jump’, you two ask ‘On what dick?’” As he said it, your eyes flash to the one now standing ominously from his body. The thing he is pointing at you is breaking your meager attempt at stoicism. He follows your eyes to it, and adds a mocking. “Jump.”

You growl at the taunt. “On what dick?” You ask. His hand slips to his cock again, and it swells even further. “Hey! That’s not fair! That wasn’t a real question!”

“Never said this would be fair, I said it would be fun.”

“When will you remove these?” You point to the chain on your tits. “I can’t get through the airport like this.”

“Oh you don’t think airport security would like to explore those?” He laughed. “Let’s see how you do these last few days and we’ll talk. But enough questions for now, I don’t have much more time. Maybe if you play nice you can ask more later.” He twirls his finger in the air, gesturing for you to turn around. “Give me a wiggle.”

You knew it would come to this, but it was still terrifying when it did. You turn away from him and bend over the bed. Samia screams into her fruit again, and you really wished she hadn’t because you’d have preferred to pretend she wasn’t about to watch this. He’d commanded you to, so you give him a small hip wiggle from side-to-side. The chain dangling from your tits feels heavier than it has any right to be in this position, and humiliates you even further as it swings back and forth while you shimmy.

“That is no way to shake such a gorgeous ass. We’ll work on that later,” He grabs your hips and holds them in place as he lines up his cockhead. Oh my god it's big and OH MY GOD IT’S INSIDE.

“GUhUUHUhhuHHH” You can only let out an incoherent combination of a moan and a gasp as he penetrates you. You’re a virgin. You were a virgin. Until today you hadn’t had anything inside you at all, and today you started with a finger… and Samia’s tongue. The sensation of being filled up inside is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, but your body shamefully responds as if it was ready for this all along. You feel the wetness on his shaft, the warmth radiating from your pussy, and the tickle of his pubic hair on your backside when he reaches full insertion. It was overwhelming, and that was just the first thrust. When he pulled back and slammed his cock home a second time, you experienced that same rollercoaster all over again.

You’d spent years wondering what it would be like to make love. On the flight over, you wondered if you’d be bold enough to try it on this very trip. But no, this wasn’t making love. This was getting fucked. By a stranger with a huge dick, in a cheap hotel room, your tits swinging wildly, and your best friend watching the whole spectacle. You’d never felt so ashamed or so fucking hot.

Cumming again was a foregone conclusion. But you didn’t get to just whimper out a meek little climax, he wouldn’t allow that. He **** a full on screaming orgasm that was probably audible in each adjacent room. The remaining coherent parts of your brain gave thanks that it was the middle of the day and the guests were probably out, but you weren’t sure if you could ever look Samia in the face again after she heard that.

The bellhop pulled out and sprayed his seed across your backside. The warm splash on your butt broke the trance the man had been under and he staggered backwards. You stood and turned, seeing the confusion in his real eyes. Then an unnatural calm came over his face. He tucked his cock away and picked up the receipt.

“For the sandwich…” He looked down at the tray and noticed it was half-empty, “the apple and cucumber side…” Samia, regaining control of her body, bit through the apple and pulled the slicked cucumber out from under her robe. The guy rolled his eyes and held out a palm. “Whatever, I’m gonna need $22 plus tip.”

Samia, who never lost her sense of righteous indignation, waved the vegetable / sex toy at him in a threatening manner.

“$22 for a sandwich?! Is this a robbery?”

“I don’t know what this is, ladies.” He said again. “But can it wait until I leave?”

“Yes, yes please!” You grab at your purse on the side of the bed and shove a handful of bills into his hand. You hope its enough, but based on how wide his eyes get it was probably way too much. “We value our privacy.” You add quickly.

“Sure thing.” His eyes flashed back and forth between your matching tit chains on the pair of you and the overpowering smell of sex in the room, his imagination was free to run wild. And it wasn’t far from the truth. He winked as he pushed the cart out to the hall. He walked a little unusually as he did so, as if his pants no longer fit correctly with the demon’s gift tucked into them.

When you were alone, Samia turned around and waved the threatening vegetable in your face.

“What was that!? You had the chance to talk to the creature and that’s what you asked!?”

“What was I supposed to ask?”

“Get its name, for one! Everyone knows that you can control a demon if you know its name! Or how long it will take to finish whatever insane project it's on!? You can be such a fool, Jasmine.”

“Then next time, you ask the questions and then you can deal with the ten inch aftermath.”

“If there even is a next time.” Samia scoffs.

“There will. You said it yourself. He likes me.” You push past her towards the bathroom. “It’s my turn for the shower.”

“Hurry up then.” Samia pulled her phone from the robe pocket to show you a text. “Hannah got us gallery tickets tonight.”