“I’m so sorry!” gasped Susan, rolling over to look at me, eyes wide with concern. Her face looked like a mess with lipstick smeared all over it, but she was glowing.
“Don’t apologize,” I magnanimously told her, “it was worth it.”
“You’re so sweet,” she smiled, and kissed me. A moment later, she sat up. “I want to do it again!”
Danny laughed; I just stared at the ceiling. “I’m glad you appreciate our prowess,” he told Susan, “but, as you see, we take a little longer to recuperate.” He made no attempt to hide his flaccid organ, which was still shiny with her juices. “We do have fingers and tongues, however.”
“I want more cock. I want to feel it inside me. Can’t I help you along?”
I sat up, too; my penis needed to be washed. “You know it doesn’t work that way,” I reminded Susan. “It’s just a physical limitation we need to live with.” Danny nodded his agreement.
“Can’t you, you know, do something about it?” She gave me a meaningful look. Danny picked up on it, although I prayed he didn’t understand what she was really asking.
“I’m sorry,” I said shortly, heading for the bathroom, “you’ll just have to wait. As soon as I get hard, you’ll be the first person to know.”
“Drat,” Susan sulked. “I wanted to fuck all night!”
“Didn’t you take any physiology?” asked Danny, half-humorously. “You’d need a lot more than two guys for that.”
“How many more?” Susan asked, in a tone that made me drop the washcloth and leave the bathroom.
“Seriously?” It was clear Danny didn’t know if she was joking or not. “I don’t know; maybe a half-dozen or so.”
“You don’t need to do this,” I pleaded, but Susan was fixated on the idea.
“I’ve heard about your reputation,” she addressed Danny, absently fingering herself. “You have friends; could you talk some of them into coming over here?”
I had to give Danny credit; he looked in my direction, where I was shaking my head “no.”
“Don’t pay attention to him,” Susan chided, walking up to Danny. “Pay attention to me.” She undulated against his body and whispered huskily in his ear. “It’s my party, and I can fuck who I want to.” Danny’s cock lengthened slightly, and I knew I’d lost the point.
While he made a few phone calls, I seriously considered just getting dressed and leaving; I hadn’t signed up for an orgy and wasn’t interested in participating in one. I finally decided to stay; I’d brought Susan, I was the one who’d made her want to do this, and I thought it was good to have somebody present who saw Susan as more than a fleshy tube meant to house cocks. I knew Danny’s reputation too, and I didn’t trust any of the gentleman callers expected to appear.
The first disbelieving frat boys arrived sooner than I’d expected. They looked young to me, and the reality of the sexy woman who answered their knock clearly surpassed whatever Danny had promised them. Susan still wore her baby doll, but the panties were gone and it was obvious she’d already been fucked.
“What’s the score?” one of them asked Danny after taking in an eyeful and then scanning the room. “Is this for real?”
“Totally real,” Susan assured him, unfastening his pants. “Do you think you’re man enough for me?”
“We needed reinforcements,” amplified Danny, unashamed of his cock, which had made it back to half-mast. I’d pulled on my shirt and slacks, feeling uncomfortable with that level of nudity.
The new guys didn’t need much encouragement, and had Susan screaming with pleasure in no time. Danny was fixated on the show, stroking himself slowly, so it was left to me to answer the knock at the door. I was scared it would be somebody from the hotel, but it turned out to be another trio from school.
One of them palmed some cash into my hand as they pushed by; from the way their attention was focused on the action atop the bed, I didn’t even bother asking them about it. A few more singletons arrived a bit later, also cash in hand, to join the swarm.
It was like watching ants at a picnic. The men were double- and triple-teaming Susan, who was gleaming with perspiration and leaking semen from every orifice. Danny was keeping an eye on her too, but it seemed mostly to ensure her mouth was plugged as much as possible. I stopped worrying about her after a while, when it became clear she was enjoying herself even more than her worshippers.
The first guys left after about an hour, laughing and joking with Danny, who escorted them to the door. I couldn’t help noticing he was limp again and glistening with fresh saliva.
“What’s with the money, Danny?” I asked after the door was closed.
“Oh, good,” he exclaimed when he saw the bills in my hand. “I was afraid nobody was taking it. It’s donations — you don’t think we’re going to have to pay extra for cleaning?” We watched one of the guys spray sperm across Susan’s back and the bedspread.
We could have bought new linens for less than what I held. “Susan is not a whore, and we are not pimps,” I told him sternly.
“Absolutely not,” Danny replied defensively, before our conversation was interrupted by a sharp knock.
It was another one of Danny’s friends, pale as a sheet, accompanied by the hotel’s night manager. “What’s going on in this room?” he asked suspiciously, eyes widening at Danny’s casual nudity and again at the unmistakable sounds coming from the bed.
“We’re just having a little party…” Danny’s voice trailed off into a widening circle of silence that spread to encompass the entire room, punctuated by Susan’s, “keep going! Why are you stopping?”
The manager — his nametag said “Ray” — walked a little further into the room and his eyes literally bugged out at the scene on the bed. Susan was kneeling atop one guy while another stood frozen behind her, slowly rotating her pelvis against both of them. She visibly swallowed and pushed a lock of cum-matted hair out of her face. Several more guys, all stark naked with wilting cocks, surrounded the bed.
“This is completely unacceptable behavior!” Ray choked out after a false start.
“What’s the big deal?” Danny asked with commendable bravado. “We’re all adults here; we aren’t doing anything wrong.” After a barely discernable pause, he added, “You should join us.”
“I should call the police,” Ray huffed.
It was hard to tell if he was threatening us or just thinking out loud, but I don’t think anybody, even Danny, saw a happy ending ahead. I cringed thinking of how Susan would come out of it.
I couldn’t let it happen. I wasn’t the only one in the room to close his eyes, but instead of praying for salvation I found Ray’s mind and thought about how good Susan’s mouth felt on my cock and how great it was to explode down her throat and feel her suck me dry.
My ears almost popped from the change in air pressure when we heard the sound of Ray’s fly unzipping and everybody exhaled at once. “Convince me not to,” he told Susan, and stepped in front of her.
The outcome was predictable after that. Susan worked on him like she hadn’t been near a man for a year, and carried on like he was Casanova. Luckily for us, everybody else was still too scared to move and Ray hadn’t seen enough to know Susan was like that with everybody. When he orgasmed, she didn’t lose a drop and left him as clean as a whistle.
“Thank you,” she told him, with a sincerity of expression and tone of voice that had more than a few cocks twitching. The sound of his zipper was like a switch that jolted everybody back into motion again.
“Just try to keep it discreet, okay?” Ray told Danny and me as we escorted him back to the door. We feverently promised to do so, and wilted against the walls after the door closed behind him.
“You should be in sales,” I told Danny. “I thought we were goners.”
“I did, too,” he admitted while eying me speculatively. “Do you know why he changed his mind, Lloyd?”
“He just knew a good thing when he saw it,” I demurred, looking over at Susan, who was teasing her partners back to full hardness.
“Maybe,” he said, and let the conversation slide.
Many of Susan’s guests left fairly quickly, no doubt shaken by their close call; however, an uneven stream of replacements continued to arrive. I shot Danny an accusatory look after letting in a party of four, but he shrugged back at me, all helpless innocence, and I had to admit to myself I hadn’t seen him go near the phone again. Evidently word was spreading on its own.
“Unbelievable,” Danny breathed, as we watched Susan assist two of the new arrivals with their attempt to double-penetrate her vagina. “I should have asked for more.” His penis was beginning to rise again.
I was more troubled. Watching those young men, clumsy with their eager desire, penetrate a woman who clearly welcomed all of them, kindled no heat inside me. I knew I’d been there first, and that there was no place they could penetrate that didn’t hold my seed. The woman I wanted to share a hotel room with was Alex, and I certainly didn’t intend to share her with anybody.
Despite our differing attitudes, Danny and I stepped forward as one to restrain and then evict one of the guys who apparently thought sluts deserved to be slapped around as well as fucked. “We need to shut this down,” I told him after we closed the door.
“Who’s going to tell her?” We looked at the bed, where Susan quite clearly was still having the time of her life.
“Well, I’m going to stop letting people in,” I decided. Danny didn’t argue the point. We proceeded to ignore the sporadic knocking that followed, and didn’t answer the phone either, the once it rang.
It was well after midnight by the time the last stalwart cocksmen departed, leaving the room to the three of us who’d started the evening together. Susan lay on the bed, oozing cream from everywhere, and singing to herself like she was drunk; Danny obviously was considering whether to have a final go at her himself. I felt tired and grumpy; this wasn’t what I wanted, but it reminded me of what I didn’t have.
Danny rolled his eyes at another knock on the door, but since I wasn’t the one teasing Susan by holding my cock just out of her reach, I recognized the sharp staccato of Ray’s knuckles. With some trepidation, I opened the door to find the manager accompanied by Yelena.
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