A million things went through my head as I ran to the room the shriek had come from. The guest had checked in just a few hours ago, and if there was some defect in the room that had caused any injuries, I was done for.
By the time I reached Room 304, though, the nerves started to calm down. The one shout had been all I had heard. Nothing more. Maybe there was no need to panic and it was all fine already. Or maybe he was already dead and I would be soon too.
I fumbled as I took out the master key and unlocked the door. As it creaked open, first impressions calmed me down. From what I could see through the hallway, there were no bodies, and no blood on the floor. Chances of a death lowered. How fortunate.
"Uh…sir?" I called out, just in case.
Obviously, no answer.
"Is everything alright?" I kept going, maybe because it just reassured me, "I heard a scream so I've just let myself in to check."
Always safe to be as polite as possible.
Starting to shiver, I slowly took a step in. After the first, it became easier. The possibilities stopped running through my mind. Whatever had happened, it had happened. Not much I could do except check and report. Logically, it probably wasn't even anything that could be my fault.
So, at the end of the entrance corridor, ready to accept whatever I was faced with, I took a long breath and turned. And, just like I knew in the back of my mind, I was presented with something that was the furthest thing on my mind. The one thing I hadn't considered, laid before my eyes.
An ass.
A round, plump ass facing my direction. Its owner, slowly strutting it in the air, as naked as she could be. Her back arched over the man I had helped check in just now. Her breasts, as round as her butt, sagged on his chest as she licked his neck.
Massive misunderstanding. I decided to take a few steps back, quietly leave and remove the memories of any of this ever happening.
But before I could do that…
Huh?
Didn't the guest check in alone? And nobody had entered the hotel since then. We weren't that popular. The woman on top of him wasn't someone who was already staying here (trust me, with those proportions, I'd know). What the fuck had even happened here?
That brief moment of inquiry was enough for the woman to start moving. I braced myself with potential answers, but she never turned. No, the only thing which moved was her butt.
She raised it in the air and revealed the man's erect cock under it. Her tongue traced the edges of his neck, moving up to his lips before she sensually bit them and sat up. His dick stood right between her crack, almost an x-ray of how deep it would be if it was in it instead. She moaned and her hand moved to his cock. She started stroking it.
Now, I am not one to stare. Voyeurism is not really my thing and even if given the chance, like I was right now, I imagined I'd be respectful towards all parties involved. But at the same time, I'm an honest man. And my eyes noticed her hard, red nipples way before even seeing what color her hair was. Even from the back, her sideboob poked out far. Very far.
I dared not make a noise throughout. The time to do that had already passed. Even for her. How had she not noticed me there already? I asked myself that, and a part started to question if she had and was about to turn. Yeah, no.
Instead, she slowly brought the dick over to the other side of her ass, moved up, and put it in. A small yelp announced its entrance. Then, with her hands resting on his neck, she started riding. Nice and slow, the colors of his dick clearly contrasting her lips as it entered and exited. No sound from either of them; the woman's eyes now closed.
Up and down, up and down. The insides of her pussy coating his dick with her juices every time she pumped. The glisten increasing with every movement. The silence, broken only by the occasional queef or a subtle moan on her side. Sometimes, she bent down a bit more than usual, and her suitably pink anus greeted me, twitching.
As intimate as the moment was, it didn't stop me from getting hard too. I resisted the urge to put my hands forward and grab her cheeks. They were right there, but all I could do was stand. And hear clap after clap each time her ass landed on him.
"Well, aren't you nice?" She moaned, bending down to bite his ear, "But it's about time I got done, dearie."
She stopped and moved it up. His penis flopped out of her, still just as hard. Her juices dripped on his stomach, and with a swift move, she turned to face me.
I almost shouted, but quickly composed myself, "I…I can-"
But she had no interest. Once more, without even acknowledging me, she focused on the fucking. What a determined woman. Or a very horny one.
Regardless, her tits were now looking at me head-on. And that was enough for my dick to start hurting. The pants were uncomfortable already, and they were definitely not meant for boners. Too bad for them, I was staring at a heavenly set. Perfectly rounded, sagged just a little, with nipples rosy and erect beyond perfection. My hands moved over my zipper. I kept staring, but she didn't react.
Was this alright to her? Maybe the shriek had been a plan for this all along. If I showed interest, maybe she was going to invite me to join their fun. All I had to do…was slowly open my zipper. Eyes on her eyes at all times, I pulled the fly all the way down, and the pants fell.
At the same time, with a short eye roll, she inserted once more. This time, one of her hands crawled up to her breast, pressing it. Her vagina, in full view, moved up and down. The dick twitched left and right with her every movement. If this wasn't a clear invite, nothing ever would be. I took the time to quickly pull down my underwear, and my own cock finally took a breath. The cold air of the room hit it like a blessing.
Her hand moved to her mouth and she licked it all over before moving it back to her nipple, twisting and pinching it as her moans grew in intensity. My hand went to my cock and I started pumping. Slowly, little by little to savour every movement and every curve of her body. Her hips started to speed up. The romantic, rhythmic sounds, replaced with groans of pure sluttiness.
Clap, clap, clap, the sounds of her pussy hitting him amplified, faster every second. My hand started to match the speed of her ass. I held back a few moans, but it was impossible. A few seconds later, I gave in and my voice joined hers. His balls flew up and started hitting her pussy with every ram, reaching her clitoris and making her squirm. Her moans were unbound now.
"Oh, fuck yeah. Oh, you're fucking good." She brought her tits up to her face and started sucking on her nipples, moaning and grunting. Her eyes rolled back into her skull, and she bent back, hands on the bed as she rode faster.
"Oh, fuck. Give it to me. Gimme all that, you little bitch!" She stuck her tongue out and started panting.
My dick started slowly growing and twitching. I felt the cum slowly rising and reaching the tip. I held back. My teeth gritted, my ass clenched, I pumped just a little slower to keep it going. I kept my eyes on her tits. Her tight nipples invited my mouth, which started salivating.
"Yes! Oh…yes! Fuck yes!" She shouted, and stopped at once. Her entire lower body began to violently shake. She fell forward and rested her hands on his thighs. His body, also throbbing as he finished in her. My hands stopped moving, and all at once, let go with a loud groan.
The sperm flew through and landed on her stomach. Panting, she looked up and noticed it. Her hands reached and picked some of it up. But even then, I could feel my dick still ready to go. If there was an opportunity, fuck getting ready for round two.
As she looked up and locked eyes with me, I ran forward and grabbed both of her tits with my hands. She let out a small shout of surprise before I kneaded them with all my strength. Their tenderness, dough-like, addictive. I put my face between them and pushed them in towards me. What situation to be in. To think that I was worried about losing my job just a few minutes ago.
Hearing no objection, I pulled my face out, and landed my mouth on her nipple. God, I had been dreaming about this. Her rock-hard point landed on my tongue, and it continued to explore its surroundings. The small ribbed dots around it, the sudden softness of the boob flesh. I licked, and licked, sucking with every muscle.
"Hey."
And that was enough to make me. Finally, acknowledgement.
"Uh, this is really awkward. But…"
Then, as I pulled back to see her, her pussy started glowing. A light red beaming from inside of it. Almost like a flashlight. As it did, the top of her head grew horns for a split second. She moaned and rubbed herself as the light continued to shine brighter. And then, just as quickly as it had happened, it stopped. The horns disappeared. The light disappeared. Her hands remained on her clit but she stopped rubbing.
She asked, "Can you see me?"
"Eh…" I groaned.
The woman pulled out and stood on the bed. Her thighs, where I expected to see a little bit of dripping, were clean. The man's cock as dry as it could be. She stepped down, her eyes levelled with mine.
"I'm not sure if this is the best situation for you to be staring at them." She called my lies out, and I actually met her eyes, letting her tits leave my view with great pain.
She put her hand on my head, and ruffled my hair. I pulled away, pushing her hand aside. Without a care, she brought a finger to my cheek instead, moving down through the neck to my chest, where she rested her palm. She caressed my shirt, and by then, I could already feel myself getting soft. There was something just…uncomfortable about it all of a sudden. Her blue-green eyes had long been pulled away from my face. Now, they were analyzing all of my body at once.
"Am I not supposed to be able to see you?"
She smiled, "Well, let's just say normally, yes. But there's clearly something different going on here. How…exciting."
Now, I was also not one to judge people based on their looks. But I already said that once about not being a voyeur and that one didn't end well. So, it wasn't a completely out-of-character move for me to wonder just what the hell she was. And the answer was as plain as it could be. The (as I now noticed) unconscious man, his one-time scream, her voluptuous body. Not to mention the clear giveaways that were those split-second horns as her pussy gave off that glow.
"Are you, like, a succubus or something?"
"Well, aren't we smart?" She stopped moving her hand, and rested on my chest.
"Yeah, so…what, exactly, are we gonna do now?" My hands instinctively moved down to my cock. I was sure I was supposed to try and freak out a bit, but my subconscious refused. Everything that had just happened, and the fact that her body was still so nonchalantly on display in front of me. It was arousing, to say the least. A little treat wouldn't hurt, would it? Maybe it was even worth going unconscious for a few hours.
She smiled and leaned in closer. Her tongue traversed the edges of my ear, and she bit the very bottom. A tingle spread through my body, moving down and slowly raising my cock again. My hand moved up once more, touching her back and moving up to her shoulder. She didn't react, so I rounded back down and landed on her breasts, squeezing just a little.
Without a care, though, she sensually whispered in my ear, "We're gonna take full advantage of this beautiful situation, what else?"