Room service

I was still strapped to the gynaecological chair, my legs spread wide, the thick black dildo deep inside my arse. My whole body was trembling. The first hard slap on my already burning arse stung like fire, and with every slight movement the dildo pushed even deeper inside me, stretching me in a way that made me feel both ashamed and aroused.

Then came the second slap.

*SMACK!*

This time even harder, right on my left cheek. The pain exploded so brutally that I screamed out loud. My whole arse felt as if it were on fire. The skin tightened, throbbed, and the dildo in my hole was pushed a little deeper by the shock. I felt my sphincter clench convulsively around it, filling me up even more completely.

“Aaaah! Please… please stop!” I whimpered, my voice breaking and choked with tears. “I… I’ll pay tomorrow! I swear! I’ll get my wallet… or transfer… whatever you want… just please don’t hit me anymore… it hurts so much…”

Timo and Marc looked at me. Their faces, which had been so loving just a moment ago, now looked cold and disappointed. The room service man just stood there, arms crossed, grinning slightly.

“Is that it?” Marc asked quietly, with an almost menacing calm. “You’ve been pampering yourself here for hours, letting us stretch your arse, drinking our service… and then you want to pay tomorrow? Like a cheeky little brat who thinks she can put everything on the back burner?”

Timo shook his head. “That’s no way to treat service staff, Sarah. It’s just disrespectful.”

I sobbed quietly. “Please… I’m sorry… I really don’t have any money here… I…”

Marc clicked his tongue. “Then you’ll just have to sell your body. For a ridiculous tip. That’s only fair.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What…?”

Timo pulled a coin out of his pocket, just like earlier when he was tickling me. He held it up so I could see it.

“Heads,” he said slowly, “and you’ll suck his cock. As a tip for the bottle of water. Tails… and he gets to fuck your little wet pussy. You don’t get to choose. We’ll decide for you.”

He tossed the coin. It spun glistening through the air, landing in his palm.

Heads.

Timo grinned. “Mouth, then. Perfect.”

The room service man stepped closer, right between my wide-spread legs. He slowly undid his belt, pulled down his zip and took out his cock. It was already half-hard, thick, but above all… unwashed. The smell hit me immediately – a heavy, acrid stench of old sweat, of a long day’s work, of residual urine and something sour that clung beneath the foreskin. The glans was slightly reddish, the skin beneath it greasy, a few whitish crumbs visible. The smell was so intense that I felt briefly sick.

“No… please… not like that…”, I whispered, but my voice broke. The dildo in my arse pulsed with every breath, yet my pussy kept dripping.

The man grabbed my head with one hand, pulled it forward as far as the straps would allow, and pressed his stinking cock against my lips.

“Open up, slut,” he said hoarsely. “That’s your tip for the bottle of water.”

I obediently opened my mouth. The taste was immediately overwhelming. Salty, bitter, musty. The foreskin tasted of old cheese and sweat, the glans of urine and something slimy. I gagged slightly as he pushed it deeper, but he held my head tight.

“Suck it nicely,” Timo ordered from behind me, turning the dildo in my arse slowly, torturously. “Show him how grateful you are.”

I sucked. My tongue slid reluctantly under the foreskin, pushed it back, licked off the slimy coating. The man groaned with satisfaction and thrust himself deeper into my throat. The smell filled my nostrils – pungent, masculine, filthy. Saliva ran from the corners of my mouth, mingling with the taste of his cock. I sucked him as best I could, whilst I lay there immobilised, legs spread, arse stretched, my own wetness beneath me.

He was really fucking my mouth now – not brutally, but deep and demanding. Every time he was buried right down my throat, I gagged, tears running down my cheeks. The stench grew even more intense the wetter he got. My tongue circled the glans, sucked on the underside, licked the heavy balls that tasted of sweat. I felt so cheap, so degraded – a tip for a bottle of water I hadn’t even ordered.

The man picked up the pace, his breathing growing heavier. “Yes… just like that… little hotel whore…”

Finally, he pulled out, grabbed his cock and, with a deep groan, came right in my face. Thick, warm spurts landed on my cheek, my lip, dripping into my open mouth. The taste was bitter and salty, mixed with the remnants of his sweat.

He exhaled, wiped his cock on my cheek and put it back in.

Timo smiled gently and held out the bottle of water to me. “Good girl. You’ve paid your tip. Now you can drink.”

With trembling lips, I opened my mouth. The cool water ran over my tongue, only partially washing away the disgusting taste. I drank greedily, swallowing as tears continued to run down my face, mixed with his semen.