Working Holiday Part Fifteen: Motel Love 1

Read part one here.

“We're not going home?” she asked as he pulled onto the highway.

“Nope. Got a job for you.” When he told her to dress casually and wear only a bit of makeup, she assumed they were going to run errands and nothing else.

“I want to fuck,” she said with a slight note of desperation. After the incident in the hardware store, she was horny as hell. Playing with the screwdriver was barely satisfying and she needed a cock inside her. What the hell kind of job did he have in mind and why the hell were they going now and not after he fucked her good and hard? She was annoyed … horny and annoyed.

“Patience, my dear, you'll get what's coming to you.” She wasn't sure about that response. It could mean anything.

“I can't believe you did that to me,” she said finally. “I've never stolen anything.” That wasn't really true. In junior high she stole a candy bar on a dare. She felt so horrible about it that she couldn't sleep for days. She went back to the store to buy the same candy and left it on the counter and ran out.

He didn't respond, just smiling and watching the road ahead. He pulled off the highway and drove down the service road before turning again. They went through a few lights and he pulled into a rather pleasant looking motel that looked slightly out of place in the industrial and commercial district. She looked at him quizzically.

“You want to fuck?”

The edge had worn off, but she was still horny. “Yes.”

“How bad?”

“Bad.”

“Fuck me or anyone.”

She didn't hesitate, “Anyone.”

“Slut.” She didn't smile. She was a slut and they both knew it. “You fuck for money.”

“That's because I'm a whore” she almost stammered as she said that and she could feel herself blushing. She loved fucking the men on Sunday night and loved fucking the wealthy elites last night. She got paid to fuck strangers. She was a fucking whore.

“That's right and now you're going to fuck like a whore.” He got out of the car and she followed him. He was taking her to a motel and fucking her like a whore! She loved hotel sex.

Instead of going to reception, he walked directly to one of the rooms. Had he picked up the key in advance? Unless he did so last night, there was no way he could have because he'd been with her all day. He gave one firm rap on the door and it opened a moment later. A tough looking man with short cropped hair and tattoos all over his large arms stood there.

She understood now. He had agreed to deliver her to this … customer. He was pimping her out!

The man reached out and gave Charles a firm handshake before looking over at her. He looked like a wolf sizing up a deer. The butterflies in her stomach were in full flight. He was not a good looking man. He looked mean and he looked dangerous. He wasn't looking at her so much as inspecting her. She averted her eyes.

“OK, not bad,” he said to Charles.“Does she know what to do?” His voice was rough and had a European accent that she couldn't place.

“Not really, but she's a fast learner. Aren't you baby?” He punctuated the statement by reaching beneath her skirt and squeezing her ass. “She's a good cocksucker and she swallows.” The man raised one eyebrow in approval at this. “She's also a horny slut.” She couldn't believe it, he was practically selling her to this man! She was both appalled and turned on.

“All right. You pick her up later? I can call you.”

“Around what time?”

“I dunno. We're not so busy on Tuesday, but I can let you know later. That's OK?”

“Yeah, no rush,” Charles said dismissively. “Keep her as long as you want her.” Turning to Rhiannon he said, “Do a good job, baby,” and turned to leave. Her sold her to this man without even introducing him. How long was the guy planning to fuck her, anyway? Not busy on Tuesday night? What did that mean?

She looked back at Charles but he walked to the car without so much as a glance back. “Come,” the man at the door said as he gestured inside. She heard the car door close and she felt very alone and very frightened. Her legs were shaking as she stepped into the room.

“OK,” he said, “the other girls will be here soon but I have a guy coming soon. First I want to see if you are good.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. She knelt down and took it in her mouth. As frightened as she was, sucking cock came naturally to her and she relaxed a bit.

His cock was surprisingly big and was soon rock hard in her mouth. She opened his jeans more so she could play with his balls. She was shocked to discover how small they were; the size of grapes! That such a tough guy could have such tiny balls was weird. She would have no trouble fitting both of those in her mouth. What he lacked in nuts, he made up for in cock. She did her best to force it all the way down her throat. Charles said she was a good cocksucker and wanted to prove it by deep throating him.

She was startled when the phone in his pocket rang. He pushed her back and pulled it out to answer.

“Yeah ... OK, buddy … no problem.” He paused and she could hear the man on the other end speaking. He pulled his jeans down and sat on the edge of the bed, then gestured to her to continue. “Yeah, she's here now.” She started sucking his dick again and trying to listen to the conversation on the other end. Was this going to be a three-some? She thought about the man on the other end of the line. Was he another gangster like this one? She thought about being taken by two criminals. Hell, she was a criminal. Was this why Charles made her steal the screwdriver? Wait, he said something about girls being here soon. Was this going to be an orgy? She didn't know what the hell was going on, but she continued to suck the man's cock and play with his little balls.

“Yeah, now is OK,” he said, still talking to the man on the other end. He gave the name of the motel and a room number. The man was coming over to fuck her. She was terribly turned on. He repeated the hotel address and room number before hanging up.

“That's pretty good,” he said. “Let me have a look at you.” Rhiannon stood up and turned around. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded. She pulled down her skirt and watched him smile a bit as he noticed she did not wear underwear. She was a bit shy about taking off her top, but he wanted her nude. “OK, that's good.” She wondered if her ass was still red from the spanking. “Come,” he said, patting the bed beside him.

She wasn't sure if she should sit or lay down beside him. He probably wanted to fuck her, so she got on all fours and stuck her ass out invitingly. “Yeah, that's good.” He grabbed a condom from the table and put it on himself. In her passion, she hadn't thought about the condom. She hated them, but she didn't want to catch anything, either.

She was plenty wet and he had no trouble squeezing into her pussy. She nearly collapsed when he pushed his way inside; she had been longing for a cock for the past hour and she was finally getting fulfilled. There was nothing gentle about this man. He held her hips tightly and just plowed into her with all his strength. It was wonderful. She grabbed the pillow and bit down as she came.

He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled back hard. “Ohhh,” she moaned, “Fuck me!” He was breathing hard, really fucking her good. She put a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit until she came again. “Ohhhh!”

He slowed down and pulled out of her. “OK, that's pretty good.” He pulled is jeans back up and she just rolled onto her side. Did he cum? He tossed the condom in the trash beside the table and zipped his jeans. “Get dressed and come with me.”

Bewildered, she pulled on her top and then her skirt and followed him out the door. He used a key-card to open the room next door. “OK, this is your room.” Her room? What was this about? “This guy, he's a good guy. He's a regular. Take care of him. Maybe he'll give you a good tip.” Oh! She was a motel whore today! “Only thirty minutes. I will call when there's only five minutes left.” He pointed to the box of condoms and showed her where the ice was. Some guys brought drinks, she supposed.

“Hey, what's your name?”

“Kelly,” Rhiannon replied.

“Kelly. OK, good. I will call you when he is here.” Without introducing himself, she stepped out and closed the door behind him.

What the hell? So, she was a motel whore working thirty minute tricks in the industrial part of town. Quite a chance from blowing billionaires the night before. At least there were condoms.

She got out her makeup and touched up her lips and eyes. She decided to put on a little extra red lipstick then applied more eyeliner. “You look like a proper whore, now” she said to her reflection.

She was startled by the phone. “Hello?”

“OK, girl. You ready?”

“Sure,” she replied. Just then there was a tap at the door. Her heart started pounding.

“OK,” he said and hung up.

She was about to get her first customer. Second customer? Was the mean man a customer? No, he was just sampling the wares, testing the product. She was just merchandise to him.

Opening the door she saw a guy in casual work clothes, probably in his early thirties. His hands were large and very strong looking. “Hey,” he said casually. She didn't speak for a moment as she backed up to let him in. This guy was here to fuck her for half an hour and nothing more.

“I ... I'm Kelly,” she said holding out her hand foolishly. He took her hand and pulled in close to give her a kiss on each cheek.

“New girl, huh?” She was the new girl again. “So I get to break you in?” Break her in? What was she getting into? He was smiling but it was not an unpleasant smile.

He pulled off his shoes and started unbuckling his pants. “It's showtime,” she thought to herself. She got on her knees and pulled down his shorts. His cock sprung up in her face and she opened her mouth to suck him inside.

“Yeah, that's good, baby.” She used lots of spit and started using her hands, too. “Mmmm, that's good. You're a good little whore.” She was really turned on by this. She was getting paid to fuck like a good little whore.

“Let me try that pussy, baby.” He helped her stand up then pulled her top off with one motion. “Nice,” he said as he tweaked her nipples. Her nipples were really sensitive and they'd not been touched since that morning. It must has showed on her face because he squeezed her small tits and pinched her nipples again. “Oh, you like that baby?” She closed her eyes and nodded. She wanted him to keep teasing her nipples but he gave one last squeeze and reached for her ass, squeezing it hard.

She pulled down her skirt and he looked at her in all her nakedness. She felt very vulnerable and very turned on. Breaking the silence she whispered “Please fuck me.” He pulled her close and she instinctively reached for his cock.

“You want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He asked, hoarsely. She nodded eagerly. His cock was throbbing in her hands. She really wanted this man to fuck her and fuck her hard. He pulled her hair and her head went back. When he pressed his lips hard against hers, she just opened her mouth to accept his probing tongue. Whores didn't kiss; she was just a slut who took money. He sucked her tongue and bit her lip and would have crawled right into her mouth if he could, she was sure. It was not a good kiss, but a savage kiss that satisfied her carnal desires.

“Let me taste that pussy, first.” He pushed her backwards and she fell on the bed, legs spread. He freed himself from his pants and knelt to lick her. He ran his tongue over her lips a couple of times then plunged in then flicked at her clit and licked some more.

When he stood up, she sat up and reached for his cock to suck him again. “Oh, you like sucking cock, don't you, you little whore?” She tingled when he called her that. She looked up at him and nodded with a look of longing. “Suck it, baby.” She went down on him again, tasting her own juices and trying to jam as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. He was not as large as the other man so she was able to deep throat him.

He pulled away from her and put on a condom. “Gimme your pussy, baby.” She fell back on the bed and spread her legs. As he positioned himself over her, she reached for his penis to guide him in. “You're a horny little bitch,” he said.

“I need your cock,” she pleaded as she helped him inside. He responded by kissing her again, just as savagely as before. The cock drove deep into her pussy and just stayed there while their tongues wrestled. He pulled out a bit and drove it in slowly, but deeply, pressing against her cervix.

After a few moments he started pounding her. He was a pile driver, ramming his cock deep into the bowels of her body. Her back arched and her mouth opened in passion as she came again. “Oh god! Oh … fuck!” she cried.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. Her mouth was already open so she opened her lips some more. The big gob of saliva fell into her mouth and left drool on her lip. Her tongue darted out to lick it up and she swallowed his spit. “You like that, huh?” She didn't reply but just opened her mouth again. He rewarded her by spitting into her tongue. She rolled it around in her mouth before swallowing once more. She knew he approved of her action because he was fucking her even harder and kissing her even more savagely. The animal passion of his fucking brought her to orgasm again.

He stood up and had her flip over onto all fours. He wasted no time mounting her and proceeded to pound her again. He reached both hands around her and pinched her nipples so hard it hurt, but she loved it. Instead of gripping her hips, he held her wrists, pulling her arms straight back like reins on a horse. She didn't need to play with her clit to cum this time.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” she said when he slowed down enough for her to regain her senses. Moments later, he pulled his cock out of her, leaving a terrible void. As he peeled off the condom she rolled over and sat up. She sucked him deep and fast, ignoring the residual taste of the rubber.

“Just hold the tip in your mouth,” he said and used his hand to jerk it. “I'm cuming on your face, baby.” He pulled his cock from her lips and the semen ejaculated across her face, hitting her first in the forehead and then on the side of her nose and then on he lips. It was slowly dripping down her face. She opened her eyes tentatively and looked up at him. “Yeah,” he said, smiling through the exhaustion. She could feel the cum oozing down. She opened her mouth and licked up the sperm on her lips. “Open your mouth,” he said. She opened and he spit in her mouth once more. She smiled as she swallowed the mix of cum and saliva. She used a finger to start pushing the remaining cum toward her mouth. “No, not yet.”

He stood her up and guided her to the toilet. She saw herself with the cum dripping down her face. It look amazing. “I'm going to mark you.” He pushed her to the tub and had her get on her knees and pull her hair back. She thought he was going to turn on the faucet so she closed her eyes and prepared for the cold water. What she got instead was a warm stream.

She opened her eyes and mouth in surprise to see him peeing on her face. Her initial shock, and tiny amount of revulsion abated, she closed her eyes again and let him piss all over her tits then stomach and pussy. She had gotten a little in her mouth. It had an odd taste. “Now you're my whore,” he said with a grin.

Two nights ago she thought she felt like a whore when she accepted money for sex. It turned her on immensely. Today, though, she had been treated like a real whore, used and abused. Dripping with piss, stomach full of spit, her shame was immense but she never felt so aroused. She was his whore. What did that make him to her? She already had a pimp; two pimps, technically.

She wanted to turn on the shower, but she wasn't sure how he'd react to that. Was she supposed to let the urine dry on her? The phone rang at that moment and she got out, piss dripping from her body, to answer.

“Five minutes,” the voice said.

“OK!” she answered as the phone clicked off. It was all business here!

She looked at herself in the bureau mirror, glistening with fresh urine. The mixed sensation of shame and excitement returned. “You look good like that, baby.” She hadn't noticed that he was watching. This man had fucked her, spit in her mouth and peed all over her … to mark his territory! She felt like she could cum just standing there.

He dressed quickly while she remained standing, dumbfounded. He opened his wallet and pushed a bunch of twenties into her hand. “I'll see you next time, maybe,” he said. He kissed her then spit in her mouth again. She let it drip from her lip and he smiled in approval as he stepped through the door.

She put the money on the bureau and went back to the mirror. She was a right and proper whore. She thought about leaving the piss to dry on her. What would it be like to let other customers fuck her while she was covered in another man's piss? The thought turned her on but then she thought better of it and got into the shower. She rinsed her face and soaped up her skin.

She almost screamed when the bathroom door opened. “Hey,” said the dangerous man, “How'd it go? He like you?” Catching her breath, Rhiannon nodded. “OK, good. He's a good guy, yeah?” She nodded again. “Good. I have another guy for you soon, so get ready fast.” She nodded once more. She fully expected him to pull her out of the shower and fuck her again, but he just turned and left.

She quickly toweled off and pulled on her clothes. She noticed that some of the money she left on the dresser was gone. “I guess he took his share.” What was left was much less than she earned for her first job on Sunday and a fraction of what she had picked up for last night. On the other hand, the treatment she had just received was quite possibly the most intense fuck of her life.