A knock at the door drew Holly from her thoughts, and she watched the lovely woman stand and walk to the door. Holly was amazed at the perfection of her body. That was the only word that worked, perfection. Her breasts were perfect and large, but very firm and beautiful. Holly had seen them on the night Emilie checked in when she’d undressed for bed. Underneath the plaid skirt the woman wore was a perfect apple of an ass, curving wonderfully and heart shaped in alluring…perfection.
It was Chad from the front desk and he looked grim. He asked if he could step inside and she told him of course and directed him to the couch, which was to the left of the bed, but still well within Holly’s line of sight. Emilie sat in a high-backed velvet chair and asked him if he wanted a drink, but he declined. He told her he had something important to discuss, and he rattled it off. It was clearly rehearsed and he was clearly nervous. Emile was a valued customer who had stayed many weeks at the hotel over the years. Emilie was respected and wonderful. Emilie had no money. Emile had to leave. His voice was cracking by the end of it, and Holly felt sorry for him.
Emilie didn’t react as Holly had expected. She got up from her chair, or rather she got down from her chair, falling to her knees and crawling to where Chad sat on the couch. Chad watched, his eyes becoming platters as she approached. When Emilie reached out her hands and stroked his thighs, Holly felt a thrill she’d never felt watching others in the room. Chad struggled a bit, but Emilie moved her hands up to stroke his crotch and quickly got to work unbuckling and unzipping. By the time Chad thought to protest verbally, his cock was free and she held it her hand.
“Please, Miss Perenee, I can’t do th—”
Chad’s voice faded as his cock disappeared between the woman’s lips. She moaned softly as she moved down, and Holly watched his cock move into her mouth, watched Emilie’s eyes close halfway, and watched the man groan as her lips and tongue did their work. Through the secret window, the view was in profile, so rather than seeing only the back of Emilie’s head and simply watching her hair as she moved, Holly could see the pretty red lips and the cheeks, which expanded when she moved downward and sucked in when she moved upward. She saw the wisps of hair that hung over the girl’s cheeks, and Holly determined that the only thing more beautiful than Emilie was Emile pleasing a man.
The lovely redhead pulled her mouth up and began licking, her tongue flat as she traveled with it from the base of his cock to the tip, opened wide and pushed deeply, and then flicked at the tip. Then, she started at the base again, moving upward and downward while Chad groaned and sighed. It was remarkable. The front desk manager was very well endowed, and to see the elegant woman open up and take him in was almost like a magic trick. It made no sense at all that his cock could fit into her mouth, but it did. She sucked and licked and sucked and Chad groaned.
Finally, Emile stopped licking and pushed herself all the way down. Holly felt as though a thousand fingers were stroking her clit when she saw Emilie’s lips close around the base of Chad’s cock. It was impossible. But it was there, right through the window. She had him all the way in, and she pushed her tongue out of her mouth to gently flick at her balls as she sucked. For his part, Chad reached out and put his hand on the top of her head, stroking her hair. At his touch, she opened her eyes wide to stare at him, and Holly thought it had to be the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Those beautiful blue-green eyes stared upward at the man while the cock continued to appear and disappear with her movement.
It was amazing that the woman could make a blowjob seem like a work of art, and from behind the window, Holly felt uncontrollable need filling her. She had just put her hand inside the waistband of her pants when Chad cried out and she watched Emilie’s cheeks suddenly bulge. The woman’s eyes which had remained wide, looking up at the man she pleasured, closed halfway for a moment and then opened wide again. Holly watched as the woman swallowed and her cheeks returned to normal. When Emilie pushed all the way down again and sucked harder on her way back up, Chad groaned and Holly’s fingers reached her clit. She moved her fingers over the hard little button as Emilie pulled her mouth off, swallowed again, and repeated the process. Holly couldn’t believe it. In five or six minutes Emilie had made a man climax with nothing but her lips, her tongue, and her throat. And her eyes, Holly thought as her fingers moved faster.
Chad was in a daze, and Emilie was halfway down for her fourth time after he came when voices came from the doorway. “What the fuck do you think this is Chad?” Holly gasped silently and stopped moving her hand. It was Arthur, the front desk manager. Behind him stood Mitchell and Randy, the two hulking twins. They were members of the bell staff who were always tasked with carrying the heavy luggage up the stairs and into rooms for the guests. Arthur was an imposing enough man, but it was the air of power he wielded that made him attractive. The men who stood behind him looked like super humans, with muscles that bulged beneath their uniforms and tight, curly blond hair that truly called to mind the Greek gods.
Chad was flustered. “I didn’t…I…” He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to. She just.”
Arthur waved his hand and Chad shut up. Amazingly, Emilie’s mouth was still on his cock. She pulled up slowly, sucking hard as she had before, swallowed again, flicked her tongue against the tip of his cock, and licked her lips. Only then did she stand and look at Arthur and the twins. As she stood, Holly was amazed that she looked so elegant. The woman had just pulled her mouth off a man’s cock, had just swallowed every drop of his semen, and had done it to keep from being evicted. Despite all that, when she stood and faced the men, it was Chad who looked foolish, his softening cock still on display. Emilie had never removed a stitch of her clothing, and if Holly hadn’t seen the amazing way she had used her mouth, she wouldn’t have been able to guess what had just happened.
Emilie didn’t raise her voice or even sound perturbed. She simply looked at Arthur and the twins and said, “It’s customary to knock before entering a lady’s room.”
Arthur was taken aback for a moment and silent, but he recovered. “It’s also customary for a tenant to pay for her lodging.”
She smiled at him. “I have settled my bill with your front desk.” She smiled at Chad, who was finally stuffing himself back into his pants.
Arthur was quiet for a moment, and then he said, “My dear Miss Perenee, I appreciate your point, and each employee at the hotel is allotted a residence at the hotel and one night per quarter that he may use as a gift. Clearly, Chad has assigned his night to you. Thursday is paid.” He smiled at her. “However, today is Sunday. You owe for Friday and for Saturday and you must pay for tonight.” Emilie’s expression never changed, not even when Arthur added something that sent fire to Holly’s clit and made her nipples burn against her blouse. “Fortunately, there are three employees here, and I’m certain we’re willing to take similar payment for the days involved.”
A slow smile spread across Emilie’s face. “I suppose a lady must resign herself to her fate,” she said and she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse.
She didn’t get past the third button before the men were on her, and there was little about what happened next that could be called elegant or graceful. That isn’t to say that Holly didn’t find it incredible, because when she watched Arthur force the woman to her knees while the twins tore her blouse from her, Holly’s hand started rubbing again, moving quickly over her clit, but she found her pants too restraining when Arthur gripped the back of Emilie’s head and forced his rather large cock into her mouth.
Holly’s eyes opened wide. With Chad, Emilie had gracefully enveloped it, placing her lips over the head and sliding down the shaft while she kept her eyes firmly glued on his face. Not so now. By the time Holly’s slacks and panties were on the floor of the storage room and her legs were spread, Emilie was gagging with the force of Arthur’s thrusts. She tried to lift her hands to slow the assault, but one of the twins—Holly thought it was Mitchel
l—took her arms by the wrists and pulled them behind her back. She was helpless against Arthur’s assault, and Holly moved her fingers furiously over her clit as she watched the woman gagging, choking, and struggling.
The other twin wasn’t idle. While his brother held her arms pinned behind her back, Randy crouched low and tore her skirt right off her body. It came off with a ripping sound that was so intense Holly used her free hand to push a finger into her sopping folds. She watched. The once elegant and lovely Emilie was shaking like a rag doll as Arthur pumped into her mouth with complete abandon, pushing as fast and as hard as he might have in her pussy. Emilee was gagging uncontrollably now, and tears streamed from her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath.
Holly felt a stab of guilt at the sight of the tears and a sudden self-disgust at the thrill she felt over Emilie’s mistreatment assaulted her, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away and she couldn’t keep her fingers, now two, from plunging in and out of her pussy while her other hand moved as furiously over her clit as Arthur moved in Emilie’s mouth. She watched as Randy ripped the thin silk thong panties off and she gasped, almost cresting right then as she saw the tiny manicured patch of auburn hair right above Emilie’s own clit that had been manicured and shaped into a perfect tiny triangle. It was elegant, as Emilie had been, and the contrast was so profound that Holly moved her hands faster and panted with need and desire.
Emile wore her stockings and her shoes, and that was it. Mitchell stood to the side, holding her wrists behind her back as a police officer might hold a suspect before applying cuffs. If he hadn’t held her, she would certainly have collapsed because Arthur continued to push into her mouth mercilessly, heedless of her gagging, choking cries. Randy, done with her clothing now, got prone on the floor behind her and then slid until his face was beneath her. Then, he spread her thighs and pulled her down onto his mouth. When Holly saw his lips against her mound, she moved her hands fervently, imagining the mouth on her, the hands gripping her thighs as the tongue worked its way over, on, and in. Emilie squealed around Arthur’s cock, but it seemed to distract her, to make it harder for her to handle the assault on her throat, and she continued to struggle and to gag even as her hips seemed to move involuntarily over Randy’s face.
Holly moved her hands, watching as they continued for four or five minutes, Mitchell holding, Randy licking, and Arthur thrusting. She was beyond sympathy now because every choking cry from Emilie sent thrills through her and brought her closer. Randy lifted her slightly and squeezed between her legs until his cock was positioned at her pussy, and he thrust upward and pulled downward. Arthur pulled Emilie’s face forward, bending her over Randy as both men now moved quickly. To Holly, it looked impossible, that Emilie couldn’t take any more of the men. But she noticed that even as the woman choked and struggled at the top, her hips moved in a magical theatre of lust against the man below her.
Holly was close. She watched as Emilie struggled on top of Randy and against the cruel movements of Arthur’s hips. When Mitchell closed in, Holly leaned forward, unsure what was happening. Her mouth opened wide in shock when she realized he intended to push into the tiny opening of her asshole. Emile already had a large dick pummeling her throat and another filling her slit! The whole idea that Mitchell would take her tiny rosebud at the same time was inconceivable, impossible. Nonetheless, as Holly pushed her fingers in and out of her pussy and continued to stimulate her clit, Mitchell positioned himself, grabbed Emilie’s hips, and thrust forward. Emilie screamed. Holly came.
It was a high pitched keening wail, and though it was muffled by the shaft that continued to attack Emilie’s throat, Holly heard it as her body tensed, her back arched, and her pussy sent overwhelming sensations of joy throughout her body as it clenched her fingers so tightly she found it difficult to keep moving them. The pleasure was almost too much, and visions of that violent forward lunge filled her mind. Though the angle wasn’t right and she didn’t actually see it, he mind conjured the image of the head of Mitchell’s cock plunging into the unyielding resistant star until it finally had no choice but to yield and stretched impossibly to accommodate the head and then the shaft and Mitchell’s cock sent splinters of pain throughout Emilie’s body, generating the piteous cry around Arthur’s cock. Holly felt sadistic and evil and cruel, and the response of her pussy was so powerful that she didn’t breathe for almost forty-five seconds until her body unclenched and she gulped in great gasps of air.
She leaned forward. The men were all moving fast and Emilie had stopped struggling. She lay limply between the three, her body only moving in reaction to the thrusts, but remarkably, her whole body suddenly contracted. It tensed and a new scream erupted from her mouth, a scream Holly recognized because it was the scream she couldn’t emit while her body refused to give her breath. Through all of the abuse, Emilie had climaxed. Her orgasm had been ripped from her by the three vicious men and their unrelenting cocks.
It was over soon after. Mitchell, in Emile’s tightest hole, thrust forward first, crying out as her filled her ass with his semen just seconds before Randy thrust up from below and did the same. Arthur lasted for three more thrusts and then exploded in her mouth, and Emilie sputtered and choked, a complete departure from the earlier scene when she had so skillfully and gracefully accepted Chad’s orgasm with—
Holly realized Chad wasn’t in the room anymore. She scanned through the window trying to find him but she couldn’t. She stared at Emile, whose body was jerking and spasming between Mitchell and Randy as she still struggled with Arthur’s load.
“She comes here every other month or so, you know.”
Holly nearly fell from the chair, but the hand that had still been rubbing softly at her clit flew up to brace her against the wall. She looked at Chad, mortified, as he smiled at her.
“Every time it’s the same. We wait four days and then inform her that her father has cut her off. Every time she seduces me with her mouth and then Arthur and the boys take her. She always tips us more than the hotel pays us in a month.” He glanced at the window. “It’s gone on for five years, ever since she first instructed Arthur to hire the twins.” He looked at Holly who suddenly realized two fingers remained inside of her. She pulled them out quickly, and her pussy spasmed from the aftereffects of her orgasm. She felt herself flushing red. “I knew you watched this room, Holly. That’s why I put her here. I thought you might enjoy the show more than some of the fat rich pigs who call what they do making love but move like sick cows under the blanket.” Holly blanched and looked around in panic.
Chad put a hand on her shoulder. “She doesn’t know, Holly. Arthur doesn’t know. Only I know. I saw you late at night when I made a room service delivery for an important client. I followed you and saw you enter the storage room. Later, I explored and saw what drew you here.”
“But why would she do that to herself?”
He shrugged and pointed to the window. “Look. She enjoys it.”
Holly looked through the window. Emilie was performing the same deep plunge, intense suction withdrawal, swallow, and lick cycle on Arthur she’d done earlier for Chad. The gracefulness was back, even with the streaks from her tears marring her face. Holly shook her head. “But why does she enjoy being treated so horribly?”
Chad turned her head so she looked at him and smiled. “Who knows what a person with everything must do to make anything worthwhile? Perhaps being treated like a woman of low station is all that can excite her.”
“Do you believe all women of low station are treated that way?”
“No. Still, some are. Some have no choice.”
They stayed silent for a while, both watching through the window as the men gradually withdrew from Emilie’s body. After a few minutes, they were dressed, though she remained naked but for the stockings and shoes. Holly watched her raise herself on tiptoe to kiss each man softly on his cheek. She was beautiful. Perfection. She looked at Chad. “Some
have no choice?”
He nodded.
A slow smile spread across Holly’s face. “I suppose a lady must resign herself to her fate,” she said and she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse.
She made it past the third button before Chad realized what she meant, and by the time she started on the fifth there was little about what happened next that could be called elegant or graceful.
MIDNIGHT PLAYTHING
A Very Rough and Reluctant Gangbang Short
by Veronica Halstead
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
Cover image by Lex Thorne
It was dark. It was dark and it was cold, and Penny cursed herself for walking out of the house wearing only the thin cotton dress. She hadn’t intended it, but when she awoke and realized she was out of cigarettes, she pulled the dress on in a rush, slipped into flats and rushed out the door. It was stupid. She had no jacket. She hadn’t even bothered with a bra or panties, and she was freezing, the air sending goose bumps over every bit of her skin. Worse, the cold made her nipples rocks, and even in the shadows, she felt exposed and embarrassed.
She had a ten dollar bill. That was it. Enough to get cigarettes and a soda before heading back, but even that money worried her. It was dark. It was somewhere around midnight. She was walking alone on a stupid errand and she was suddenly scared. The convenience store was still fifteen minutes away, at least if she stuck to the main streets. She knew a shortcut, an abandoned building, but she’d never used the shortcut at night, only during the day when the streets were full of people coming and going. Still. The shortcut would get her there in only four or five minutes. She sighed and walked into through the ramshackle building.
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