Hotel Fun (Patreon)

You walk up to the counter, lugging your bags behind you. This hotel was... fancier than the ones you would normally stay in for sure. The lobby was furnished with tasteful, modern furniture, with the entrance to a high-end restaurant on the far end of the room. Still, that wasn't your priority. You just wanted to check-in and get settled in after a long day.

You ring the bell for service. A moment later, a woman's voice calls to you from the back.

"I'll be with you in just a moment!" She called. You set your bag down, relieved to be momentarily free of the heavy burden. Sure enough, the woman stepped up to the counter just a moment later. She was petite, with dark hair and bronze complexion. Rather pretty, with a nice figure. At least from what you could tell with the white blouse and pencil skirt she wore. Her metallic silver nametag read "Rita."

"Hello, checking in?" She asked.

"Um, yes." You answered, forgetting yourself for a moment as you checked her out. 

"Okay, we'll just need a photo ID and a credit card. You nod, fishing the appropriate documentation out of your wallet. You handed them over, as she entered some keystrokes into the computer with her cute fingers adorned with turquoise nail polish. She copied your cards and handed them back, along with the card key to your room. 

"You're in room 106, just down the hall. She pointed over her shoulder. "The continental breakfast starts at six AM, check out is at 10." She explained. You thanked her and turned to walk away. But before you could even take a step, Rita called you back.

"Oh, and one more thing. Do you want to make a booking for complimentary intercourse?" she asks casually.

You weren't sure you heard her correctly. 

"...I'm sorry?" You asked her.

"Your complimentary intercourse. It's a new service we're offering. Many of our guests are traveling on business and are under a lot of stress, therefore we've offered the ultimate in stress relief, free of charge." She explained with a customer service smile. "We just ask that you don't treat them TOO roughly...

You almost didn't believe it. She shuffled through some documents behind the counter, eventually producing what looked like a laminated menu, which she handed to you. On it was a collection of photographs of what appeared to be supermodels, male and female alike. 

"Take a moment to browse and select your partner, and I'll check their schedule. 

You scanned over the offering of approximately a dozen stunning ladies, photographed in bikinis and lingerie. It was too good to be true. 

"So what you're telling me is that I select one of these women, and they'll come to my room to have sex with me?" You ask Rita, skeptically.

"Yes, that's right." She affirmed. That settled it, time to get your rocks off with a model, you guessed.

You studied the options again. Most of them were blonde, lithe girls who, while pretty, all kinda looked the same and were so rail-thin they had almost no boobs or butt to speak of. But towards the bottom of the menu, you spotted a curvaceous-yet-petite auburn-haired gal wearing nothing but a pair of glasses and a bikini that left about 97% of her naked skin on display. Her breasts were large but almost too perky and perfectly-shaped; you suspected a boob job. The caption beneath read "Sara."

"Is...Sara available?" You hesitantly ask Rita. She presses a few keys on the computer again, before turning back to you.

"She's got an opening at 7:30 if that works for you." She announced. The clock on the wall behind her indicated that it was just turning six. 

"That'll work perfectly, thanks." You say with a hint of sarcasm, still scarcely believing the exchange you'd just had.

You lugged your bag to Room 106, swiped your key, and set down everything. You turned on the TV for ambiance. Your 'date' was apparently coming in an hour and a half; you needed to be ready.

You took a quick hotel shower and found a change of clothes in your bag that made you look at least half presentable. Still with time to kill, you turned on the TV and tried to watch it as nonchalantly as possible, as if you didn't have a woman on the way to let you have your way with her.

Sure enough, 7:30 rolls around and a knock sounds on your door. This was it. You stand up, do one last check in the mirror, and open the door. Sure enough, on the other side stood Sara, looking exactly as she had in the photos. Well, not exactly, she was a bit more dressed. Equipped with a little black dress that showed off her impressive cleavage and a considerable amount of leg, fishnet pantyhose, and a pair of black heels to match, she smiled at you. 

"Hello! She greeted you cheerfully. "You requested me for 7:30?" 

"Um, yes, please come in." You managed to reply. Somehow you didn't think it would actually happen, but it did, this stunning woman was here to have sex with you with a smile on her face.

She takes a seat on the foot of the bed, seductively crossing her legs.

"So, what are we doing here?" She asked. 

"Well, you're the expert..." You weren't sure of the etiquette here, so you deferred to her. She smiled again.

"How about we get a little handsy, then when you're nice and stiff, you can bend me over and blow your load inside me?" She suggested. You cocked your head a little in surprise. It was bizarre to see such an attractive, elegantly-dressed woman speak so crassly. Still, what she offered sounded like a good time. 

"Th- that sounds great." you stammered out.

"Then come over here and lie down, and we'll get started!" She instructed. You comply, lying on the bed face up. 

Without another word, she climbed on top of you, straddling your waist. She looked down at you like a predator looking down at their prey, and pulled her dress off over her head. 

The gorgeous babe, despite being petite just a moment ago, now seemingly towered over you in her black, lacy lingerie.

"Now, are you a tits man?" She asked, still smiling.

"Um, yes..." was all you could stay, staring at her perfectly spherical chest orbs. That was all Sara needed to hear; she reached behind herself to unhook her bra, freeing her huge chest orbs.

You stared at the way they defied gravity, even braless. No doubt, they were implants for sure. Nature couldn't come up with a pair of tits so perfect. 

"Go on. Knock 'em around, big guy." She said, putting her hands behind her head and swaying back and forth to make them jiggle. Of course, you did as she said. taking a huge handful of each generous mound. There was an unnatural firmness, confirming your suspicion that they were fake. Still, they were delightfully warm and soft to the touch. They were great. As you fondled, you felt a twitching in your pants, that soon became a throbbing. For the sake of your own comfort, you hoped you could free your boner from its denim prison.

Of course, Sara emitted a moan of pleasure, one that did seem staged. The gentle caressing you were doing wasn't enough to warrant that kind of response. But let's be honest, it's never too bad to hear a woman moan like that.

"Oh, baby~" She teased. "You really know how to handle those things." She traced a finger up and down your chest. "You hard for me yet, baby?"

You nodded. She scooted back so that she was now sitting on your thighs. Carefully, she reached down to unbutton your jeans, pull down your zipper, and slide down the waistband of your underwear, causing your erection to pop out. 

Sara looked down at it. Her smile disappeared. Just for a second, almost imperceptibly. But she blinked, and it was back again.

"Ready to go for a ride, baby?" She asked in her excited, breathy voice again. Once again, all you can do is nod. 

She quickly stands up, and sends her lacy panties to the floor in the blink of an eye. This revealed a beautifully shaven crotch with a delightfully smooth-looking simp of a pussy. And just as quickly as she'd gotten off you, she climbs back on, hovering her pelvis over yours, hanging there teasingly for a moment. Sara's snatch was so close you could feel the heat radiating off her. 

When she felt she'd tormented you enough, she lowered herself down onto your throbbing, eager erection. You let out a sigh as she enveloped your member in her tight, hot pussy, letting out another moan of ecstasy. There was officially a supermodel with huge fake tits riding your cock. Yeah, this hotel was getting 5 stars on Yelp.

Sara placed her palms on your chest, using her arms to steady herself. She then began bouncing her entire body up and down on her knees, elegantly sliding her wet cunt along your shaft, each bounce accompanied with a feminine gasp. Once she got the rhythm down, you bucked your hips to match. But your partner soon advised against that.

"Oh, don't do that, you're gonna slip- I mean, you're gonna hit my cervix. Cause you're so big." She instructed. You stopped your movement, and let the professional take the lead.

The warm, tight, velvety interior of Sara's vag was overpoweringly delectable. Your cock was almost at its limits. And you tried your best to communicate this to Sara. 

"Wait, you gotta slow down or I'm-" is all you managed to blurt out before you blammed two or three ropes deep inside her as your entire body shuddered. 

In your post-nut ecstasy, you thought you heard Sara let out a sigh. But you couldn't focus on anything other than how good it felt to fuck her. 

She lifted herself off your rapidly fading erection, stepped onto the floor, and began redressing herself, or at least you were pretty sure that's what was happening from what you could hear. When you opened your eyes again, she was standing over you, smiling. 

"Hope you had a good time, baby." She said. "I'll be seeing you around~," She said with a trill in her voice as she headed for the door. You hear her shut it behind you, faintly, as the last of your energy faded. You soundly drifted off into a post-orgasmic slumber.

The next thing you know, you were blinking yourself awake, pants still around your knees. Daylight poured through the curtains. Damn, Sara must have really taken it out of you. 

You roll over to look at the time. A few minutes after 7 AM. Crap, you didn't have much time to make it to your meeting. You quickly redressed yourself and stood up. Luckily, you hadn't really unpacked anything, so you could just grab your bag and go. 

Heading for the door, you feel your stomach grumble. Maybe you had time to grab something quick from the continental breakfast. You start to head in that direction when you hear feminine giggles coming from your destination room, just a few paces from rounding the corner. You thought nothing of it until you hear something that made you stop dead in your tracks.

"So how was the guy in 106?" said what sounded like Rita's voice. Oh fuck. You wanted to hear this for sure. You stop in your tracks, listening more intently than you ever had to anything.

"Oh my god." You heard Sara's voice say flatly. 

"Oh, this is gonna be good." Rita laughs in response.

"I've been at this job for what, at least three years now, right?" Sara asked rhetorically. "I've taken like, hundreds or maybe even thousands of dicks, and NONE of them were smaller than this guy." 

Your stomach dropped. Both women on the other side of the wall erupted into laughter.

"Oh my god, how small was it?" Rita asked.

"I don't even know, maybe like three inches? That's being generous." Sara speculated. Your blood ran cold. 

"He was so small he was gonna pop out. I had to lie to him about it hitting my cervix to get him to stop." She added. "Men will believe anything if you flatter them. Told that loser he was hitting my cervix when he was still a mile away from my G-spot."

"Did he at least last long?" Rita pressed, trying to find at least SOMETHING redeeming about the situation. 

"Oh fuck no." Sara laughs even harder. "I rode him for barely three minutes when he busted inside me with no warning." The two of them collapsed into laughter again. 

"You poor woman." Rita sarcastically consoled her. "I could never put up with hair-trigger shrimpdicks like that."

"Well don't feel too bad..." Sara began. "My 9:00 was this absolutely shredded basketball player who had like, nine inches and thicker than my wrist..." She said with wonder in her voice. "I've for-real cum from this job maybe like, five times in total, and he was two of them~" 

"Damn, what room is he in? I might pay him a visit." Rita joked. "After I get done with this shift, that is..." she said, her voice trailing off in the other direction. 

You soon saw her re-emerge at the front counter. She saw you and smiled wide, as she could barely keep from cracking up.

"Oh, good morning! Checking out?" She asked casually, as if she hadn't just been cackling at your sexual misfortune.

"Y-yeah..." You stutter out, setting your room key on the counter. She shuffles through some paperwork before sliding you a document and a pen. 

"I just need a signature here." She said through her mile-wide grin. You scribbled down your signature, unable to look her in the face.

"Come back soon. Sorry your stay here was so... short." She said with a laugh in her voice. You didn't respond. You walked out the front door, completely emasculated. 

You gave the hotel 5 stars.