The Dirty Hotel King

by Cassandra Dee

  I did as told and backed my ass into his hard cock. The sound of my juicy ass hitting his pelvis created a delicious slapping noise. My whole body was jiggling like crazy as my ass swallowed his thick shaft. I reached one hand under myself and rubbed my pussy as his cock pummeled me, mewling with pleasure.

  “Make me come, Mr. Steele!”

  Steele grabbed my neck and pulled me back close to him.

  “You don’t come until I tell you to.” His voice was a sinister growl.

  I panted as he pounded me with his hard meat.

  “Y-yes sir.” I could barely speak as he overtook my sweaty body.

  My vision went blurry as another orgasm began to rip through me. I cried out in ecstasy, both holes seizing and clamping as electricity shot outwards from my pussy, running all over my body.

  “Ohhhhh!” was my endless scream. “Oh god!”

  “Holy FUCK, baby girl!” Steele grunted as he pumped forwards one last time before pulling out and coming on my bare back. “Fuck!”

  Gallons of cum sprayed over my lower back and bottom, coursing down my thighs in virile rivulets. I loved it all, enjoying the warm splash of his precious fluids. I was breathless as my tired body fell to the floor. Both of my holes were throbbing as more cum spilled down my legs.

  But I summoned my energy and turned around, crawling to Steele before nuzzling his cock on my lips.

  “Here, baby girl. Clean me with your sweet mouth,” Steele commanded as he eased his cum-dripping cock into my hungry mouth.

  I licked any remaining semen from the pink tip of his hard cock, and took him all the way to the back of my throat. It was hard, and I gagged slightly, but kept sucking him. Moving my hand to his balls, I massaged them softly, then took his cock out of my mouth to suck on his large orbs.

  Steele moaned in delight and leaned backwards. He was panting as sweat shone on his arms and pecs.

  “You taste so good,” I said, blushing shyly and licking my fingers in satisfaction.

  Steele caressed my face then stood up, taking me with him. He cradled me like a baby, careful not to drop me as he stood in front of the couch.

  “Shit you’re perfect,” he whispered as he dropped me onto the soft couch. “I’ll be right back.”

  I watched his toned body strut into the bedroom, those bronzed muscles flexing even with the slightest movement.

  I was left sticky and wet, covered in his cum. But I loved the feeling of it all. I could hear him switch on the shower in the bedroom as it came to life with a roar. And when Steele walked back out with his cock still semi-aroused, he had a wide grin on his face.

  “Let me clean you now, sweetheart.”

  I smiled and stood up, practically dizzy from how good Steele had fucked me. My asshole was throbbing from the hard pounding I’d just received. But I couldn’t remember ever feeling this happy in my entire life.

  “Whatever you say, Mr. Steele. I’m here to make you happy.” And it was true because this relationship started in the most sordid of ways. I was sold to this man for a mere five thousand dollars by my own father. And yet, now I craved this way of life. I craved being with Steele, wanting him, and most of all, loving him. Yes, loving him. Because for better or worse, I’d lost my heart to this man … even if it my expectations could only end in pain.

  Chapter 11

  Steele

  My time with was Rosy was becoming more and more intoxicating. She answered to my every need, and seemed to know exactly what I wanted, when I wanted it. It was like Rosy was created to be the perfect woman for my every need. I was so grateful her sleazy father decided to steal from my dumpster.

  But making the deal with Frank had made me a little nervous. I didn’t want to be one of those dishonest guys that scammed everyone and anyone in sight. I had a reputation to maintain, and corruption doesn’t bode well. But for some reason, when it came to Rosy, I didn’t give a shit. I just wanted the brunette.

  The first week of our time together turned out to be perfect. Rosy was amazing in in the kitchen, not to mention in bed. After a few days, she sucked cock like a pro. And when her large thighs quivered with every orgasm I gave her, I knew she was just as addicted to pleasure as I was.

  Hell, even her first time giving me a blowjob was incredible. Her plump lips looked so pretty on my cock, and as she took me deep in her throat, her big, brown eyes widened. She choked a little on my massive girth, but to her credit, she didn’t bite me or take her mouth away. Instead, Rosy inhaled and sucked at my member until I felt my balls throbbing with a powerful orgasm.

  Plus, the girl’s skills at the stove put professional chefs to shame. Lobster bisque, fancy mac n cheese, and even her meatloaf were delicious. Every night was turning out to be a feast. One night I had fried chicken, sweet potato soufflé, and dressing. Another night she threw together shrimp fried rice with egg rolls. It was even better than having my private chef on hand because unlike my chef, Rosy never asked me what I wanted to eat. She merely anticipated my needs, and it was wonderful how accurate her guesses were.

  I could wake up knowing I was completely taken care of. I loved knowing that Rosy purposefully woke before me to make sure my breakfast was made, and my shirts were ironed. She was such an obedient and loyal girl, and I wanted to make sure to give her everything she deserved.

  On Sunday night, she cooked roast beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy. Rosy also made fresh rolls, and the whole cabin smelled like warm bread. I lingered over my dinner, savoring the taste of every piece of food. The mashed potatoes melted in my mouth, and the roast beef was insanely tender.

  As I was eating, Rosy quietly came beside me to serve a generous pour of my favorite wine.

  “I heard you liked wine,” Rosy informed me as the burgundy liquid swirled in my cup. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

  “From who?”

  “Your personal assistant. She was so helpful.”

  “Wait, you called Alicia?” I snorted.

  “Yep. Don’t worry, she didn’t tell me any of your secrets.”

  I snorted again. “Well thank god I only have her get my dry cleaning and schedule my appointments.”

  “I suppose. But taste the roast beef with the wine. The recipe I used says the wine brings out the flavor of the meat.”

  I did as Rosy suggested, savoring the rich flavor of the beef juxtaposed against the tannins of the wine.

  “That is very good,” I said, lowering my fork and staring at Rosy. “Very well done.” Rosy beamed.

  “Yes, it’s one of my best dishes so far.” She spoke with satisfaction as I took another sip of the wine. It was dry and warm, just how I liked it.

  “Come sit next to me, sweetheart,” I said as I sliced another small bite of meat. Rosy wobbled over to the table and started to sit on the chair next to mine, but I pulled her onto my lap. She giggled as I squeezed her thighs, her warmth and weight now familiar.

  “Are you enjoying your dinner, Mr. Steele?” Rosy asked softly.

  “Yes. You did a very good job, baby girl.”

  Rosy turned around so that our faces were inches away. She looked into my eyes intently for a brief moment before leaning in and gently kissing me. Her lips were soft and she tasted like wine.

  “Do that again,” I ordered in a low voice as Rosy began to pull away. She blushed before going back in with another kiss, but this time with tongue. She took my hand and put it on her breast, making me squeeze it.

  She swirled her tongue in my mouth, then slowly started caressing my neck. My cock stiffened and throbbed as Rosy continued to kiss me. Her hand gently descended to rest on my rock hard prick through my pants.

  “Should I fix that?” Rosy whispered in my ear. I groaned as I sat back in my chair. Rosy unzipped my pants and unbuttoned my shirt.

  She started kissing at my Adam’s apple, then trailed down my stomach, stopping at my stomach to graze my toned abs. As she made her way to my crotch, she fell on her knees and finally took my cock out of my pants.

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sp; Coyly, Rosy licked the shaft of my cock, making her way to tip of it. Her big eyes looked up at me, ready to take my cock in her throat at my command.

  “Put it all in your mouth,” I growled. Obediently, Rosy opened her mouth wider to take all of my length in her mouth. Her eyes began to water as my cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but I grabbed a handful of her hair in my hand to hold her in place. I pushed her head up and down, first slowly, then quickly.

  Heat and pleasure and ecstasy swirled through my body as she sucked my cock, paralyzing me. Just as I was about to shoot a huge load in the back of Rosy’s mouth, she stopped suddenly.

  My eyes bolted open. Rosy stood up and wiped her mouth. She leaned in and kissed me on both cheeks.

  “Finish your dinner, Mr. Steele,” she said in a teasing voice, still licking her lips. My mouth hung open as I watched Rosy’s plump ass walk to the bedroom. She looked over her shoulder at me once more and flashed me a smile.

  Lust raced through my body. What the hell? Were our roles being reversed? I’m the one who commands, not her. When I looked down at the food, it was cold and unappealing. I stood up swiftly, pushing the plate of food away.

  I needed Rosy to finish what she had started.

  Raging like a wild animal, I ran into the bedroom. I ripped off my shirt and pants, and rushed into the bathroom completely naked with my cock bobbing in front of me. There was Rosy, kneeling beside the bathtub while pouring bath salts into the foaming water.

  The lights were off and scented candles were placed all around the perimeter. I inhaled deeply as a tantalizing scent hit my nostrils.

  “Is that jasmine?” I growled. Rosy wiped her hands off on her jeans and nodded.

  “Smells good, doesn’t it? The bath feels great too. Get in.” Rosy motioned towards the water and held out her small hand. I smirked at her.

  “A bath? I can’t say I’ve ever had one of those drawn for me,” I said ruefully, shaking my head. “At least not since I was a little kid.”

  “Looks like I’m not the only one trying new things,” Rosy teased. I smacked her ass as I got into the tub and she yelped in protest.

  The water was hot, but not too hot, and I groaned with pleasure as the warmth soaked into the crevices of my body. I sighed as I sat back in the bathtub. Rosy sat beside the rim and poured some shampoo in her hands, then lathered it in my hair. Rosy rubbed shampoo through my hair and little tendrils of relaxation shot through my body. She massaged my scalp with her knuckles, almost putting me to sleep in the warm water.

  “Shit, that feels good,” I groaned.

  “Good. I want you to feel relaxed,” Rosy murmured in my ear. “I want to take care of you, Mr. Steele.”

  After she massaged my scalp, she poured water over my head, rinsing out the shampoo. She then took a loofah and started to scrub my body.

  “God, what is that?” I yelped as Rosy ran the rough texture over my thighs.

  “Exfoliator. It makes your skin nice and soft!” Rosy chirped.

  “Soft? I’m a man, I don’t need soft skin,” I huffed playfully. Rosy laughed as she put the loofah down.

  “Says who? Soft skin is great for men. I think it’s quite sexy,” she said as she kissed my cheek.

  I rolled my eyes as she massaged my shoulders before picking up the loofah again. It may not have been manly, but it felt fucking amazing and I didn’t want Rosy to stop any time soon.

  “I can’t say I’ve ever been pampered like this,” I admitted. I knew it was a part of Rosy’s duties, but she was going above and beyond the minimum to make me happy.

  “I’ve always wanted to pamper someone who would appreciate it,” Rosy said. She shrugged as she rubbed soap on my back and chest. A few curls escaped her messy bun and framed her face. In the candle light of the bathroom, she looked like an angel.

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “Well,” Rosy said as she sat back on her heels. “I always did everything for my dad, but it was like he never appreciated anything I did. He said I was lazy and cut corners.” Rosy’s eyes misted over as she recalled Frank Butler.

  “Do you miss him?” I asked softy. “Despite all that?” Rosy shrugged.

  “He’s a terrible person, that I can admit. Right after my mother died, he immediately got with my stepmom. He cheated on her too, I think. But I still love him. He’s the only family I’ve got left,” Rosy explained quietly.

  It was unfortunate that Rosy had to deal with that. She was such a sweet girl, and she deserved better. For a moment, it was easy to forget that I’d paid for her. But I took a deep breath then. Someone had to speak the truth.

  “Just because he’s your only family doesn’t make you obligated to stay with him,” I said.

  “Says who? I can’t just abandon him. He’d be all alone.”

  “Maybe that’s what he deserves. To be all alone.” I grimaced. I didn’t really care if Frank was her dad. He was a low life, and used his daughter for his own gain. Of course, I’d taken a part in that, but now I only wanted to help Rosy, not hurt her.

  “How can you say that?” Rosy squeaked. Her usually soft voice went high. Her chest heaved as she breathed a bit more jagged. I realized I couldn’t say whatever I wanted. This was a delicate issue.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “It’s just that I’m not a fan of sleazy dudes. Especially since my father was one too.”

  “Oh,” Rosy said softly. “I’m sorry.”

  I shrugged. “It’s fine. Like I said, luck and hard work – that’s what got me to where I am today. Maybe it was better that I had shit parents – maybe if I’d been raised in a happy family, I wouldn’t have any motivation.”

  My pulse quickened as I spoke. I wasn’t used to opening up to anyone, and it felt so strange. It was safe to talk to Rosy, but it was still weird in some ways.

  “I’m sorry to hear about your father. That’s awful. But look at you. You’ve made such an amazing man.” Rosy’s eyes gleamed as she looked deep into my eyes. I grew warm all over, basking in her appreciation. How did she do this? How did she know how to make me feel that way?

  The bath water soothed my aching muscles, lapping at the edges of the tub. Rosy sat on her knees and poured more bath salts into the bathtub, her cheeks red from the steam. My heart contracted.

  I reached out and pushed her wild curls from off her face. My wet hands dripped water on her face and she giggled, wiping it away.

  “Is there something you need?” she teased as she picked up the loofah and squeezed more soap on my shoulders.

  I took the loofah out of her hands and let it drop into the bathtub’s soapy water.

  “I want you, sweetheart. I want you to get your sexy ass into this bathtub.”

  Rosy looked shocked, but only for a moment. Stepping back, she slowly stood up and tied her hair up.

  “I assume you want me naked?” She lifted a brow in a mischievous way.

  “Obviously.” I was dying to feel her naked body slick and warm against mine at this point.

  Rosy stood slowly and started to lift her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing the swell of her tits. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes as she stared at me. Passion and lust were radiating from her curvy body.

  I watched her in silence as she then moved to her tight jeans, slowly unzipping them. She pushed them halfway down, then turned around to show off her ass. Bending over, she slid her panties down to her knees, revealing her round bottom and leaking pussy. She peeked over her shoulder at me, giggling at how turned on I was.