Chapter 3: The Hotel Room

My mom drove straight to the hotel since it was just off the interstate on the way back into town. Going home first would’ve been a long detour and I was already running late - mom’s not exactly a speeder like my dad so the trip took a lot longer than usual. Mom dropped me off at the hotel front entrance where I quickly checked in and took the elevator up to find my room. After the long drive, not to mention what I’d been doing during that drive, I needed to freshen up for the party so a speedy shower was definitely in order. Dropping my bags on one of the double beds, I quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. When the water was hot enough I changed it from the faucet to the shower and the stinging flow of hot water suddenly striking me felt invigorating after sitting in a car all afternoon.

Standing there under the steady stream of water, I closed my eyes and just let it hit me and flow down my naked body. I started soaping myself down and as I ran the bar of soap over my breasts my nipples started to harden from the attention. My hands caressed my breasts and squeezed them, lifting them up and then letting them slide through my wet fingers. I kept massaging them with my left hand as my right hand drifted down my wet stomach and I rubbed the bar of soap between my legs. I had just shaved that morning and the soap glided over my smooth bare pussy like an ice cube on a warm plate. Damn, I was still horny as hell! Oh well, why fight Mother Nature?

As I rubbed the soap against my swelling clit, my middle finger reached down between my pussy lips and I pushed it up into me. With my eyes tightly shut I imagined someone breaking into my room now, pulling me from the shower and blindfolding me. Images of being fucked by a strange cock, unable to see him but feeling him violating me as he ever so slowly pushed himself deeper and deeper into me filled my head. I wanted him to stop by my pussy was crying out to be fucked until finally I stopped resisting and accepted his dick in me. When he had cum and I thought it was over, another dick pushed its way into me, only to be followed another and another as a stream of men made their way into the room, each fucking and cumming in me only to be replaced by another impatiently waiting his turn at me. I lost track of them as my body was repeatedly violated, yet at the same time I came time after time as my pussy overflowed with their combined cum.

Between the actions of my two hands it wasn’t long before I was gasping for air as a huge orgasm swept over me. I cried out as my clit screamed like it was on fire, sending shivers through me despite the hot water that was cascading over me. Hopefully nobody was listening too close in the next room! I kept fingering my pussy as I dreamed of being fucked harder and harder while their cum would pour from my overflowing pussy like hot lava from a volcano. There was no room for more, each time a new dick entered me, it would push out the cum from before and then he would fill me again with his fresh load. Nobody said a word or touched me, just their cocks into my pussy and nothing else.

As I masturbated hard again for the second time in almost as many hours, I started to feel lightheaded and for a moment I was actually concerned that I might faint so I rested against the shower wall, holding the handicap rail in it as my legs felt weak and my entire body just trembled uncontrollably. God it always felt soooooo good to cum! There was nothing like it in the world, no drug could possibly make me feel this good. Some people have told me I am addicted to sex, particularly to masturbating and I don’t disagree. But then, so what? It’s like the perfect drug, natural and always there and it doesn’t cost a dime.

I scrubbed myself clean again and then after my shower I dried my hair and put on a little makeup, nothing too much which was actually normal for me as I’ve never been one for a lot of that stuff. Just as I finished the room phone rang - it was Audrey checking to see if I was coming so they could get started.

Looking at the clock, I realized I still has a few minute before the official start time but they must have been anxious to get started. All I had left to quickly get dressed. I had it all picked out ahead of time - one of my shortest skirt and a blouse at least a size too small, together with a very skimpy white thong and heels. Something told me that nobody would mind that I’d left my bra at school. Looking in the mirror, I hoped I was dressed appropriately!