Morgan's friends show up!

Morgan sat at her desk and yawned. Damn, she was sure tired. It had been a long day of work. Sure her duties as front desk host of the hotel had been rather boring, but her work as Bill's slutty whore had taken a LOT out of her.

Elsa waved goodbye to Morgan, and told her to go home. “You look like you've been run through a ringer tonight Ms. Morgan,” she said. “Get some sleep.” Morgan told the maid she definitely would. Eventually, she'd have to drive home, which she hated, cause it was about twenty minutes away, and she had already had several shots with Bill.

The young girl began to close out her night shift, and wait for the midnight crew to come on. She set out some more water and cookies for guests, and glanced over to the cafe across the street. Stalker “hat boy” had probably been kicked out, as the bar was closed over there. Go jerk off, she thought with a chuckle. Who cares at this point, she told herself. When she returned to her desk, she saw that she had a text from her friend Melonie. “Hillary and I are going to grab some drinks, you in?” It read. She responded that it was fine, if they had drinks at the bar next to her hotel. Melonie agreed to the terms.

A half hour later, Morgan was sitting in her suit, making sure to keep her legs crossed, since she still had refused to put her panties back on. Hillary and Melonie were across from her. The three drank “vodka tonics” and discussed Melonie's latest 'boytoy”. Morgan kept looking over to the bar. She was pre-occupied, but her friends took little notice. In her mind, the young girl had a plan, but it took some time to work out. When she saw what she had been waiting for at the bar, she lifted her cup. “Hillary, I think we need another round! It's your turn!”

Melonie continued to chat about her “man”, but Morgan's eyes remained on the bar. She watched as Hillary made her way to the bar, and smiled to herself, when Hillary spotted someone sitting in a chair at the bar. She turned back to Melonie, content that her plan was working. “So this guy, how did you meet him?” She asked with a renewed intent.

Melonie began a long story of a friend of a friend setting them up at another bar in town. “He was...” She was cut off by Hillary, who came back with drinks, and a man in tow. Melonie had a confused look, “Bill?” She asked, recognizing the friend of Morgan's boyfriend.

Hillary shrugged, “Yeah, I found this guy at the bar.”

“What's up ladies,” Bill said as he made his way to the table. Melonie got up and hugged him, and asked what he was doing here. He told them he was simply in the area, which was odd, as he lived pretty far away.

Morgan just shot him a glance, “Hey Bill.”

He sat down next to Hillary, and the conversation went back to Melonie's new boy. It was clear Hilary had a thing for Bill, and was flirting hard core. Morgan completely ignored the two, and poked and proded Melonie for information. The four drank several shots, and Bill began pounding beers. Hillary kept whispering in his ear, and putting her hand on his knee, as they spoke. Eventually, Bill got up and used the bathroom.

“Why is he even here?” Morgan asked her friends.

Her pudgy friend Hillary waved Morgan off, “Stop being such a bitch, who cares, he's fun.”

Melonie laughed, “You just wanna fuck him!”

This made Hillary give her a mean look, “And if I do. He's into me too! Who cares?”

This made Morgan spit out her drink. “Yeah right, good luck!” She chortled, and Melonie joined in the joke.

“Fuck you guys,” Hillary was pissed. “If I want him, he's mine.”

Bill returned to the table, and the drinks kept flowing. Morgan talked about getting food cause she was hungry, but the others wanted to wait. Her stomach was actually grumbling so much, the others could hear it.

Like clockwork, he had to pee again, after two more beers. This time, when he got up, Morgan stopped him. “You can use the hotel bathroom if you want. It's right next door, and there is no line.”

“Sure, can you show me?” He asked.

With a deep sigh, Morgan stood up. “Fine, but like I said, it's right next door in the lobby!” Bill told her he felt weird, and the two walked out of the bar, and into the hotel.

Hillary and Melonie were left alone. “Why do you bring him around?” Melonie asked. “You know she hates him!”

This made Hillary angry, “I didn't even do this, he was just here...I swear!”

Melonie turned her head away in annoyance, “Whatever, I'm gonna have to hear about it while she's complaining about him to me, and the two of you are off somewhere!”

“Whatever,” Hillary added, “I think she's just jealous cause she wants to fuck him!”

This made the prettier friend Melonie roll her eyes, “Are you serious, goody two shoes Morgan. She doesn't even swallow her boyfriend. Bill is the EXACT opposite of him, and the exact opposite of her personality. He dates sluts!”

“Fuck you!” Hillary quickly answered. Both girl looked at each other and practically rolled over laughing. “But you're right,” she continued, “Bill would be all “I'm gonna cum in your mouth”, and Morgan would punch him.”

Less than a hundred yards away, Morgan was proving her friend DEAD wrong, as Bill stated those exact words in the hotel bathroom. “I'm gonna cum on your mouth!” He said, his hands resting on Morgan's head, as he pulled it closer, so he could shove half the length of his meat down her throat. She bobbed her head back and forth, his shaft in her mouth as she was on her knees in the men's bathroom of the hotel lobby. She used her tongue to slide along his shaft. Her right hand was cupping his balls, while her left fingered her pussy under her skirt. For a hungry girl, Morgan got a meal straight down her throat. Bill's cock erupted, and his potent thick seed filled her stomach.

A few minutes later the pair came back, both laughing at some joke that Hillary and Melonie weren't a part of. “You're round,” Hillary told Morgan. Bill insisted he'd go get this one. Morgan sat down, and crossed her legs, sipping the straw of her almost empty drink. “Are you still hungry Morgan?”

She shook her head, “I'm full.”

“What took you so long?” Melonie asked.

“And why are your knees bruised and bleeding. Oh my god, did you just blow Bill?” Her jaw dropped. Girls knew.

Morgan shook her head, “No...what...no. I fell!” She adjusted her skirt and tried to cover her legs.

“Yeah you did! Didn't you!” Hillary shouted.

Morgan looked at her friend. “Are you serious? You think I blew my boyfriend's friend in the bathroom.” She turned away, “You're too much Hillary! Yeah, I've been fucking that asshole. I'm his whore!” She stated in a mocking tone. “Get real Hil.” Bill returned and sat down next to Morgan now. This made Hillary roll her eyes. Morgan downed her drink.

A minute later, Bill stood up, “I gotta get going. I'll talk to you guys later.” They tried to get him to stay, insisting he was drunk, but he told them he had to get going. He stumbled forward, and almost knocked over the table.

“You have to get him a room,” Melonie grabbed Morgan's arm. “He'll get pulled over.”

Bill huffed a laugh, “I already got a room.” He snapped his fingers. “Let's go Morgan.” He struggled to walk off the patio of the bar and towards the hotel. Bill waited at the door, but Morgan remained, not looking over at him, and sipped her drink. “Whatever, come up when you're ready!” He yelled.

“What the fuck was that about Morgan,” Hillary chided her friend. Morgan tried to tell them he was just being an asshole. Trying to get under her skin, they had all know he wanted her. Even Hillary had known. She told them he was just a drunk ass. The three girls remained at the bar, and the mood lightened as drinks flowed. Melonie stopped, while Hillary drank shots with Morgan. Eventually, it was time to leave. “Let's go,” Hillary said picking up her purse. “Melonie will drive my car!”

They watched as Morgan sat still, taking a long gulp of her cranberry vodka. “I'll...I'll get a cab!”

“Are you serious,” Melonie asked. “At this time of night!”

“She's gonna go fuck Bill.” Hillary said with a mean face. “Your the whore he tells me about, the one he has so he doesn't need me!”

“FUCK YOU!” Morgan yelled, not looking at her friend. “It's not like that.”

“Whatever,” Hillary stammered off, as Melonie followed.

Morgan looked at her phone, which had been buzzing, since she put it on vibrate. It was a text from Bill again. She had been telling him she's with friends, but he kept telling her he was horny, and a good slut would deal with that. Morgan finally picked up her phone, and texted back. “I”m not a good slut. I'm a nasty one! :)!”

Ten minutes later, Morgan was opening the door to room “405”. Bill was on the bed, fully nude, his long dick fully erect and pointing to the ceiling. Morgan began to unbutton her suit top, and then pulled her white top over her head. “Hillary is such a bitch!” She said unclasping her bra. “She's soooo jealous!” She slipped down her skirt, and stood at the foot of the bed, with only her black heels on. “She wants to be your slut! You know that right?”

Bill lifted the remote, “So?”

“I'm your slut! The only one you need,” Morgan looked at him. “Say it. Say I'm your slut, and you don't need another one!”

This was too much for Bill, “You'll have to prove that!”

The beauty put her legs on the bed facing the TV, and waved her ass at Bill. “Condom!” She instructed. Her pussy shined with wetness in the low light.

“There is only one left, and that's for your ass,” Bill told her as he moved behind her. He rubbed his unprotected cock against her slick folds.

A good slut would say “not without a condom”, but again, Morgan wasn't a good slut. She was a nasty one. “At least shoot it on my back then! Not inside me!” She hadn't even responded to his anal implication. In fact, it only made her wetter to think she had **** in the matter of butt sex. Something she had never allowed her boyfriend to even consider. OR done with anyone. Her head went down, as Bill shoved his mighty shaft inside her waiting pussy. The dick without a condom sure felt good.

Bill grabbed her small hips as he pushed himself into her. “Fine, but soon I'm not gonna be wanting to use condoms!” He pulled her hair back, causing her head to fly up, and her mouth to hang open.

“Fine babe,” she answered, grinding her hips back into his to get all of him inside her. “But I'll need to get birth control. But I don't want to cause it makes me crazy!”

Bill pushed her head down now, so her ass was in the air, and he began pounding into her doggystyle. “I don't give a shit! Birth control...no birth control...it doesn't matter to me!”

The words burned in Morgan's ears. Did he care if he got her pregnant? Was going to try to? First he told her he was going to fuck her in the ass, now he was toying with knocking her up. And she was just taking his dick the whole time. She really was his slut, and she doubted she could stop either if he wanted it. The realization that she was fully this asshole's slut **** made her cum on his dick almost instantly, and her knees buckled. She moaned into the soft linen of the bed, and gripped the sheets tightly. Morgan felt him pull out, and then the hot spurts of cum hit her ass. Another spurt hit her upper back, and a final one splashed into her hair. She just collapsed onto the bed, drenched from behind in Bill's cum. The drunk fuck merely fell back onto the bed leaving her ass in the air, breathing for dear life.

The cum drenched whore took a deep breath, and regained some composure. She lifted herself onto her arms. This was where she should whallop him for all he said about anal sex and the rest. Instead, she moved her weak knees off the bed, and her feet hit the floor. She was about to get a towel, when Bill patted the bed. “Let the fucking maids clean!”
Morgan got back into the bed, and laid with her head on his arm. This was almost like cuddling for this jerk, and it made her giggle. She rubbed his chest with her right hand. “Turn on Insidious 2!” She pleaded. “Then I gotta go home!”

For once, Bill did as his slut asked, and ordered the movie. Within ten minutes, he was fast asleep. A long day of “work” finally tuckered him out. Not Morgan, she was wide awake. While Bill snored, her right hand rubbed his cock. For the first hour of the movie, she stroked his erection as he slept. Morgan LOVED scary movies. At one point, she found herself down at his crotch. Her tongue licking his head, as he wide eyes watched the frightfest on the screen. She began a long slow blowjob, figuring it would help her fear. A “jump scare” in the movie cause her to pull his cock out of her mouth. “Whoa!” She said trying to shake off the creeps. As the movie built to climax, Morgan was just staring in disbelief. She was getting scared, and it was shown in how hard and fast she began to shuck Bill's cock. The final scare of the movie came with a shot of cum right on her forehead. She didn't even flinch as she was engrossed in the picture. The sleeping Bill was cumming in his slut's face, and she didn't seem the slightest upset. It was another achievement that the boyfriend had never been allowed to do. Morgan thought cumming in a girl's face was disrespectful, yet, here was this asshole sleeping like a log, and spraying her pretty features.

Hours later, Morgan awoke a little groggy, and with a headache. “Ouch!” She pressed her fingers to her temple. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! She had fallen asleep, she needed to get home, and slip out undetected. As she got dressed in the same clothes from the night before, she looked over to see the “log” that was Bill. His other “log” was straining against the white sheets. FUCK! He's got morning wood. He's going to call her right back here if she doesn't deal with it! She checked her phone. A few minutes was all she had. A nice fuck would have done good, but she didn't want to wake him. A moment later, and the white sheets moved up and down, and if someone walked in it would look like someone dressed as a ghost for Halloween was going to town on Bill's cock. Which is exactly what she was doing. With her right hand, she stroked below her mouth as she sucked and sucked. Slurps filled the room. Morgan sucked Bill's cream right down into her stomach. No need for breakfast at least. She finished him off and slipped out the room and went out the back door to avoid being seen at her own hotel. She made it to her car and drove off. Within ten minutes, her phone lit up. It was Bill texting her. “Get ready. I want to go to the mall and show off my slut! Think skimpy!”

DAMN! Her day was gonna be full.