Hotel Cuntifornia
Author's note: Do not take this story seriously, I wrote it in response to a conversation relating to bad pornography and cliché. Writing time was about thirty minutes and the editor does not wish to be credited.
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"Ram it home big boy!" Sharon shouted.
John pounded the entire nine inches of his throbbing man meat into Sharon's dripping love tunnel, each pile-driver like thrust caused his balls to slap her ass with a sound like a popping cap. Sharon rocked back and forth, her pendulous breasts swaying with the motion, her eyes closed and her mouth open as another mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her body.
"Oh, baby," she cooed, "oh, oh, oh."
"Shaddup bitch and get on your knees!" John said sternly.
"Yes Sir," Sharon said. She turned to kneel and John's cock slipped from her pussy, making a popping noise as the huge purple head pulled clear of her tight lips.
John stood and began stroking his shaft as Sharon knelt before him watching his hand running up and down the length of his penis. She opened her mouth at the instant he groaned and the first hot, white streamer of his ejaculation shot into her mouth. Reflexively she pulled back and the next two shots splashed across her face, covering her in cum. John continued pulling and another three or four streams of his jism spewed onto her chin, lips and cheeks. Moaning, Sharon leaned forward and took the dripping head into her mouth, sucking and licking every drop of his cum from the now shrinking shaft.
Finished, John walked to the pile of clothing, picked up his coveralls and with a simple motion slipped them on, covering his bronzed rock hard body with the simple work uniform. He reached down, picked up Sharon's bikini and said, "I'll keep this as a souvenir." He pocketed the tiny wisp of cloth and walked away whistling.
Sharon watched a John disappeared through the service gate, but then realized that she was naked at the hotel pool, and had nothing, not even a towel, with which to cover her body. She looked around, nothing at all, not even a rag was available. Well, it was early and she should be able to sneak to her room or at least to the elevator without being caught, and after all, what else could she do?
She stood and with one arm covering her breasts, and the other hand covering her pussy, Sharon started walking to the pool exit. She reached the door and stepped into the hotel lobby. A quick look around confirmed her solitude and she ran across the lobby to the elevator bank. A jab at the up button and the little light came on.
Sharon looked around again, as she watched the car come down from the top – 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, L. With a 'ding' the car reached the lobby, the doors opened and Sharon dove inside, happy for the privacy. She pushed 5 and waited anxiously for the doors to close, aware of each passing second. Finally, the doors slid closed and the car started moving – down.
"Fuck!" she yelled, realizing that the elevator was heading for the service floor.
'Ding', the sound announced her arrival in the hotel basement. The elevator doors slid open, and Sharon was instantly looking at three men wearing hotel coveralls. They smiled and stepped forward reaching for the clasps of their spandex and Velcro coveralls.
"CUT!" The three men stopped, they turned to look at the Director. "We can use some film from last week, no need to do another four way." He pointed to the three naked men, "You lot, get to the Blue Room and do some head and body shots, we'll overlay those on last weeks film and save some time."
Sharon AKA Naomi Nockers nee Alison Feinstein, was already heading for the dressing rooms to prepare for the next scene.
*****
"Rolling... And Action!"
Sharon walked in a daze down the hallway from the re-activated elevator number one. Sperm dripped from her face, from her hair, from her breasts and from her mouth. Her own juices ran freely from her much abused pussy and coated her legs with a sticky sheen. She reached her room, and found the door locked. Her key card was at the pool, on the table where she had placed it the night before.
She sat on the floor next to her door, glistening drops appeared at the corners of her eyes and her chest heaved as emotion over took her body. She cried freely, unable to quell the tears any longer, her sobs filling the hallway with a sad languor, a languor unheeded.
Sharon never knew how long she sat in the hallway. She did not hear the maid's cart moving down the hallway, the doors opening and closing or the chatter as the cleaning staff started cleaning rooms. She did feel the toe on her thigh when the young Spanish girl touched her with one white shoe, "Miss, you ok miss?" She stepped back to smooth the hem of her short pink skirt and candy striped blouse. She smiled, the smile ...
"CUT!" The actors turned, "No smile, you're concerned, and hike up the skirt, I want cliché, not pretty. Show a little panty."
"Rolling... And Action!"
Sharon never knew how long she sat in the hallway. She did not hear the maid's cart moving down the hallway, the doors opening and closing or the chatter as the cleaning staff started cleaning rooms. She did feel the toe on her thigh when the young Spanish girl touched her with one white shoe, "Miss, you ok miss?" She stepped back to smooth the hem of her short pink skirt and candy striped blouse.
Sharon looked up at the pretty, young girl and said, "Help, I'm locked out."
"I got a key, I let you in miss," the maid said, bending over slightly and in the process giving Sharon quite a view of her thong clad backside. A moment later, the door was open. "You a mess miss, can I help you clean up?"
"Just let me shower, leave me alone," Sharon said, ready to sob again.
"No, I help you." The maid walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and slipped her hand under the water to test the temperature. After a few minutes, she said, "Ok, get in now, it just right."
Sharon nodded, "Thank you. You're too kind." She stepped past the maid and into the warm cascading water. She closed her eyes and allowed the water to rinse the cum from her body, every second under the warm water making her feel clean and whole again. She jumped when she felt soft hands on her back, her eyes flashed open and she turned to see the maid stepping into the shower with her.
"I wash you miss, it feel good," said the nubile young creature.
Sharon was about to protest but stopped when she felt the first tingle of excitement. She stepped back and looked at her shower partner with an appraising eye; the made was probably about twenty-five years old, had a pretty, dark-skinned face ringed with closely cropped black hair, a well-toned body with the typically beautiful olive skin of the south, a neat triangle of well-trimmed pubic hair surrounded her heavenly honey-hole, and oh my her breasts. It was hard to say enough about her breasts, perfect, round, melon-sized, pert, sassy, mouth-watering, cheery, adjectives could not describe them adequately, but Sharon stared open-mouthed at two of the most delicious breasts, topped by large brown nipples protruding at a perfectly saucy angle. And she smiled.
The maid started by covering Sharon's body with soap suds, her hands exploring every inch of Sharon's wet nubile body. Sharon leaned back against the shower wall and parted her legs, allowing the maid easy access to the heart of her womanly warmth. The maid's head moved and Sharon felt the coarse tongue penetrating her sopping wet vagina. Two fingers replaced the tongue inside her slick canal while the tongue probed for her distended and swollen clitoris. Sharon began rubbing her own breasts, feeling her nipples rise, filled with hot blood.
The tongue found her love button and Sharon screamed in delight. One orgasm, then another shot through her body, leaving her weak and exhausted. The maid did not stop, but instead continued lapping the juices from Sharon's soaked cunt, making slurping noises as she worked. Sharon whimpered and collapsed, onto the shower floor as another orgasm swept through her consciousness, ravishing her senses.
The young girl stood and beckoned with a come-hither gesture to Sharon. Sharon followed the young girl into the main room and watched as she pulled her cart into the room.
"What, I'm supposed to watch you clean?" asked Sharon.
Smack! The maid hit Sharon with the business end of a crop, dropping her to the bed instantly.
"Hey!"
Smack! Again, the crop slashed across her bare buttocks, this time leaving a red stripe in its wake. "Quiet bitch," the maid said, "or I'll beat you till you bleed."
"Why..."
Smack! Smack! Smack! Three quick slaps of the crop. Sharon turned around to look, and to her horror, the young maid was wearing a huge black strap-on dildo.
"On your knees whore!" the maid commanded. "Suck it now!"
Sharon moved forward and took the slick plastic dildo between her hot lips, sliding it in and out of her practiced mouth, coating it with her lubricating saliva. A minute passed, another, and finally, Sharon heard, "Get on all fours, doggy."
She complied instantly, having no desire to feel the crop again. She then felt the tip of the wet dildo pressing against her pussy and with a wiggle, it slipped inside. The little maid wasted no time, but immediately began pounding Sharon as hard as she could, long hard strokes, the full eight inches penetrating her pussy with every stroke. Again, Sharon's huge breasts swayed with the motion and again she began to cry out her pleasure.
Smack! Smack! The crop again, this time hitting her on the shoulder. "Be quiet Bitch or you'll regret it!"
Sharon held her whimpering cries to herself as her body quaked in orgasm. She felt her cum juices flooding her pussy and then running down her legs. The pounding continued for a few minutes longer, then stopped. She thought it had ended, but then felt the tip of the dildo at her anus.
"NO!" But it was too late, and her tight brown hole was penetrated. Sharon screamed in pain as the two-inch thick instrument plowed into her virgin rectum without mercy. She closed her eyes, clenched against the pain and bit her tongue to keep from crying out again.
Smack! Smack! Smack! With each stroke of the dildo, the maid struck Sharon with the crop, never in the same place twice, never with the same force. The pain grew and grew, Sharon felt herself on the edge. She couldn't understand the feelings, the pain, the lust...
She came harder than ever. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of pained delight. The orgasm left her shaking, gasping for breath, unable to think, more or speak. Sharon collapsed to the bed asleep, nearly in a coma.
"CUT!" OK everyone, Lunch! Be back in two hours to film the rest of the hotel scenes."
***** "...and Action!"
Sharon woke, several hours later to find her room empty, cleaned and spotless. The maid had apparently tucked her into the bed, she was tucked under the covers neat as could be. Sharon smiled her relief, half thinking the day had been a dream, half thinking it had been a nightmare.
She stood, and turned. Yes, in the mirror, she could see the stripes on her ass and back from the strike of the crop; it hadn't been a dream. She walked to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Another hot steamy shower would relax her body and help her forget the abuses of the day.
"CUT, that's a wrap, let's blow this joint. Tomorrow we'll do the restaurant scene. Well done everyone."
*****
In the restaurant, Sharon ordered a glass of red wine to go with her salad and potato dish. The place was empty, except for Sharon, the waitress and two men sitting at the bar. She tried to hear what they were saying, but over the noise of the television set, could not make out the words. Every now and then, one would glance in her direction, trying to keep her from noticing. Sharon was somewhat excited but after the day she had just experienced, she was hoping to just have dinner and go back to bed.
She was just finishing her salad, when one of the men approached with a smile on his face. She waved him away but he came to her table anyway.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. May I buy you a drink?"
"Um, sure, why not?" Sharon responded.
He raised his hand and his friend came over with two bottles of wine, poured three glasses, pulled up a chair and sat down. "He's right, you're pretty, we were just talking about how pretty a minute ago."
"Thank you," Sharon said. She took a sip of wine, and looked wearily into the eyes of the two men. "I have an idea, you sit tight."
Sharon slipped down in her chair, and under the table. Moments later, both men felt fingers tugging at their zippers, and within a few seconds, their cocks sprang upright, freed from the confinement of their pants.
The first man sighed when Sharon's lips closed over his hardening cock. The other felt her hand running up and down the length of his shaft, slowly stroking his throbbing erection. Both continued drinking their wine and pretending that nothing was going on, but as the excitement rose, they found it difficult to constrain the noises of their arousal.
Sharon began alternating stroking and sucking, one minute on sucking one cock, the next minute on the other. The slurping noises of her activity filled the restaurant, but as they were the only three patrons at this hour, nobody noticed. The first drops of pre-seminal fluid seeped out of each cock and she hungrily lapped it up, savoring the moans of the men as she did so.
She heard voices, above the table, the men were speaking to the waitress.
"Hi, I'm Trisha your server," said with a husky feminine voice, "Is there anything I can get for you."
"I'll have the roast beef, mashed, salad and undressed, er Italian dressing."
"Good, and you sir?" she asked.
"I'll... um. I'll have the same."
"What about the lady?" asked the feminine voice of the server.
"Um, she'll have the round steak," laughed a man, "with the béarnaise sauce."
"That's a good choice, I'm sure she'll enjoy it. I always do." The girl skipped off to deliver the order to the kitchen.
The first man groaned as Sharon again took his cock into her mouth, this time she allowed it to slip deep into her throat. He twitched, jerked and hot gooey sperm flooded her mouth. She tried to swallow, but the volume was so great that some spilled out and ran down her chin. She switched to the other cock and was rewarded by a second groan and another mouthful of man juice. Each cock went back into her mouth for another few seconds and a cleaning, and then Sharon slipped out from beneath the table and into her seat.
The waitress returned, and looked directly at Sharon, "You seem to have some béarnaise sauce on your chin still, can I help you with it." Sharon colored, realizing the waitress was talking about the cum she had not remembered to wipe up. "Here, let me," said the server." She leaned forward and her prehensile tongue slipped out and licked Sharon's chin, cleaning it of sperm. Sharon gasped, but stopped short when the serving girl's mouth closed over her own, and that long sibilant tongue pressed into her mouth.
Sharon pressed herself into the kiss, but remembered her audience and became frightened. "I, I can't, not here."
The sound of laughter filled the air and the server girl said, "Girl, you just sucked two cocks under a table in plain sight, now you want to be prudish?"
Sharon said, "No, yes, I..."
"Hush," the girl's lips closed on Sharon's again and her hand dipped into Sharon's blouse freeing one breast. Sharon sighed and shrugged her top from her shoulders. Her skirt quickly slipped down to her ankles and she was naked in the dining room, having not worn a bra or panties.
The men stood and with simple motions, tore their clothing from their bodies, revealing perfect male forms, complete with rippled abs, bulging biceps and shaved pubic areas. The serving girl was naked before anyone noticed her moving, she had huge breasts topped by saucer-sized nipples which shot upward like sky-rockets.
The four of them, climbed onto the miraculously strong dining room table, and for the next twenty minutes, traded bodily fluids without regard to care or safety, each woman moaning in a continuous din of pleasure, while the men maintained a stoic silence until they were ready for orgasm. At that point, they each yelled, "I'm cumming," and spewed their man spunk onto the waiting faces of Sharon and the serving girl.
"CUT! That's a wrap. We can use file footage for the rest. Girls, go to the sound studio to record the sex moans for the voice over."
*****
The director's cut was now close to one hundred twenty minutes and no further filming was necessary. One hundred twenty minutes of thumping pounding sex action should be enough. Several weeks ago, the filler pieces had been shot in an afternoon, the meeting at the pool, the conversation with the maid, the waitress scenes, all that remained now was to edit and cut.
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