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Subject: {ASSM} Hospitality Sweet
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Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2015 06:10:01 -0400
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Hospitality Sweet
 
    Closing  down the bar now that everyone has left the Hospitality Suite. 
 Taking an  inventory of what was used and charged and cleaning the glasses 
and  empties.  One hell of a party.  Finishing the inventory of stock and  
then stepping from bar area.  The room empty of all, but a lingering aura  
of the hard partying of the past few hours.  Surveying the scene that will  
greet housekeeping in the morning, well anyway in a few hours from now.   The 
young man in spite of the AC, able to smell the sweat from his body as he  
takes one last look around the party room and then climbs the stairs to the  
bedroom above the suite. 
    The scene  not as chaotic as below; but showing a very different from 
of disarray.   Empty glasses and bottles resting on the floor and dresser and 
night  table;  the main different, being this room, open space overlooking 
the  hospitality room is not empty.  An older woman laying sprawled across 
the  bed face up.  Thinking to himself as he pictures the woman as she 
entered  into the suite earlier.  Dressed in a business suit, every inch of her  
shouting out professional woman, no not a hooker, an executive if the tidbits 
 gleamed from the conversations was correct. 
    Checking  his mind again, picturing the woman......tall and dressed in 
a two piece suit,  coat and skirt.  A charcoal grey, the coat open showing a 
ivory blouse,  opened one button from the neck.  Long legs, tanned and 
either bare or  wearing shear hose and shiny black high heels.  Dark hair to her 
neck and  eyes hazel or a golden brown.  Hair blonde and brown and maybe 
other colors  mixed, to her back and loose again the shoulder and back of her 
coat.  Eyes  smiling sardonically as she meets one of the other guests at 
the door.  Not  a false laugh; but not one willing given without a reason.  
Nose a bit  long, and mouth a little wide.  Glasses hiding her eyes in  
magnification.  Breasts, not appreciably filling out her business suit; but  her 
hips a bit wide flaring the fairly short skirt from her amazingly long  
tanned legs.  Older woman, forties maybe younger or older, oh yes  Caucasian, or 
maybe a little hispanic blood in her.  Dark complexion or  tans well. 
    All  business as she stepped up to the bar and waved off the offers to 
get her a  drink.  Ordering her own poison, single malt scotch, one small 
cube and  make it a double.  Polite to talk with, but not flirty.   Always  
checking the clients, you never know when you need to have information gleamed 
 from conversations.  This woman getting respect from the others in the  
room, all men other then her.  Watching as she moves from one group to the  
next and seeing some men follow her and others seeming afraid to approach  
her.  An ice maiden or castrator or dyke possibility.  But one who is  her own 
boss and not afraid to put her opinion and thoughts out into  conversation.
    Watching  as the room washed in more clients and other slip out, the 
woman the focus of  each coming and going.  Some Vice President of some sort, 
and one the men  are trying to get the attention of and good favor it  seems.
    Nursing  the one double and then a few hours later walking up and 
ordering another.   Watching her eyes as they look into his face and then scans 
him overall, her  words polite and soft, but not slurred or giddy.  Watching 
as she walks  back to a group of men, her ass filling out the back of her 
skirt quite nicely,  her walk measured; but with a little sway of movement.  
Oh, yes.  Each  step causing those to look, and her heels clicking in a 
measured cadence with  each carefully placed step.  "Damn," thinking to myself as 
I watch her walk  away.  "She may be older by twenty years; but I would 
love to try that for  a ride."  Seeing a leer at the next man at the bar, 
wondering if I said  that out loud, then realizing he doesn't even know I am  
here. 
    "Fucking  bitch."  His words flowing with the alcohol he consumed, and 
seeing his  drunken stare as he watching her move to join a conversation.  
Filling his  glass again and watching as he walks to another group and them 
turning to look  at the woman with not very business like attention.
    Looking  at my watch and hoping this would break up soon and I can go 
home to bed and  sleep.  Not paying attention as a trio of men step up for 
fresh  drinks.  Absently watching, not paying close attention; but seeing one 
of  the men holding the woman's drink as she writes something on a piece of  
paper.  The furtive move as the man hands the drink back to the woman  and 
gestures to his Tablet and touches his ears, mimicing not able to  hear.  
The woman following him up the stairs to the quieter second  floor.  Looking 
up at them talking, in between serving drinks, seeing  her stumble while 
standing and the man grasping her elbow to steady her.   Then moving out of 
sight as his hands grasp her as she collapses against  him. 
    Seeing  the man come down the stairs a few minutes later and walking 
over to his group  of cronies and then one of them moving up the stairs 
disappearing and coming  back down.  The ritual continuing till all of the men 
have gone up and come  back down.  Curiously watching as some other men also 
disappear and  return.
    The group  slowly shrinking as the gathering winds down into the early 
hours of the  morning.  The typical hangers on, having just one more drink 
and then  another, not wanting to miss the free alcohol.  Finally the last 
man walks  out with a full glass of whiskey.  Guessing he will add ice in his 
room, if  he makes it there..............
...............Looking down again  at the woman........passed out on the 
king size bed.  Not needing to be a  detective to understand what each of the 
men were doing.  The evidence  quite explicit, as the woman lays sprawled on 
her back.  Her clothing  mostly scattered on the floor and bed.  Her naked 
body posed by the last  man that had used it.  Her long legs spread apart, 
the full lips of her  labia bruising and  slick with oozing white semen, 
pooling between her  legs on the bedding.  Her head turned outward on the edge 
of the bed.   The reason for that is quite explicit also, as her face is 
coated with male cum  and drool and cum slipping from theFe     side of her  
mouth.  Dried and moist cum coating her body, her breasts and stomach also  
showing the adoration of her unending line of admirers  left. 
    Mentally  trying to count up the number that went up to the second 
floor; but knowing it  was more then the fingers on two hands.  Shaking my head 
as I look down at  the woman, then moving to the side of the bed and leaning 
over, opening one  eyelid and gently slapping her face, then deciding that 
isn't a good idea.   Would be my luck for her to wake up and accuse me of 
this.  Shaking my head  and laughing to myself, even I could not come close to 
this amount of  cum.
    Gently  pushing back her hair to reveal not a beautiful face, but one 
now that has been  bruised and used hard.  His mouth that was wide with 
normal lips, now  showing the swelling of her lips where they had been used hard, 
again and  again.  In spite of the almost grotesque  scene, feeling a 
tingling in  my crotch, my cock swelling as I look at the white woman, naked and 
well  used.  Looking down at her face and then her greasy cunt and feeling 
my  cock growing, bulging against the material of my pants.  Looking over the 
 railing to the room below me and then slipping my zipper down, easing my 
black  fingers into my pants and freeing the thick shaft and head of my  
prick. 
    Bending  my legs and rubbing the spongy head of my cock against her 
mouth.   Shivering as I feel the soft press of her lips, coated with cream, 
warm and her  soft breath touching my shaft.  Rubbing the growing black snake 
on her lips  and then pushing her lips apart and feeling her wide mouth 
around the fat  knob.  Pressing with one hand under her chin as I rock on my toes 
and fuck  her mouth, holding it shut on my thick prick.  My heart pounding 
as the  slack lips of the unconscious woman.  Long slow strokes, taking her 
mouth,  remembering her smile and lips as she talked and pushing deeper, 
feeling myself  deep, against her throat, filing and lodging in it and then 
pulling back.   Then deep into her throat again, tensing as I feel her lips 
tightening on my  cock, or am I imagining she is sucking my cock.
    My nuts  aching as I pull out of the wrecked slack mouth, tapping my 
cock on the lips and  tracing her lips with the oozing precum from my 
distended pee slit.    Reaching down and pulling on one of her small breasts.  
Fingers pinching a  hard nipple thrusting from the almost flattened mound of her 
breast.   Twisting and pinching again, pulling at the sensitive nub and then 
letting it  snap back to her chest as I kneel on the bed and pull her legs  
around. 
    Leaning  my face close to her crotch and smelling her pussy scent and 
the scent of a  dozen dumps inside of her.  As I kneel between her legs and 
lean over,  tapping my long curved cock on her pubes.  Rubbing the thick head 
against  the folds and the smooth button of her clit.  Then pushing my cock 
along  her cunt lips, feeling the slippery touch of her wet walls as I 
press them open  further and then thrusting and pushing my fat knob between the 
bruised and still  fat cunt lips.  Grunting with pleasure as the men in 
front of me, lubed her  cunt really well with their seed.  The fat head, 
spreading and opening her  tunnel, then lowering my body to push more and more of 
my cock into her slack  body.  Grabbing her ankles and raising them up and 
spreading them wide and  then pushing them back to her head, holding them 
there, her body totally exposed  to my cock as I plunge in and out of her VP 
white cunt.  Wondering how she  likes the feel of a real cock in her body.  Not 
one of those wimpy white  men cocks.  Laughing as I think this is the bigg
est that she has seen or  felt tonight and she really will never know just 
what she missed.  Over and  over and over again. 
    A street  whore would be jealous of all the fucking this woman got 
tonight.  My  breath coming faster as I work hard, fucking the lifeless body of 
the drugged  woman.  Again and again, my body slapping on her swollen cunt 
lips.   Stopping and freeing my nut sack and then plunging again, loving the 
feel of my  balls slapping on her ass cheeks.  Thrusting harder and deeper 
as I roll  her back more, legs to her head.  Wishing that she was awake to 
milk my  cock; but she is tight enough to put pressure on my thick cock.  Eyes 
 rolling back, just showing the whites as I thrust hard, rocking the bed 
against  the wall with a bang, and erupting deep in her cunt, pushing my 
potent seed to  her womb.  Another hard thrust and jetting of my seed to coat her 
insides  then a third geyser of cream filling her pussy. 
    Tightening my abs and holding back as best I can as I slip  between her 
legs and let the fourth ejection of seed splatter on her face and  
partially open lips.  Straddling her body as I milk my cock on her mouth,  forcing 
my cream into her mouth and tongue.  Then finally sitting back and  looking 
at the already broken woman.  Her body a mess of bodily fluids,  coating her.
    Laughing as I look at the  woman, so sophisticated and sure of herself 
when she entered and now look at  her.  Taking my cell phone and taking a 
couple of pictures and then  stepping away.  Feeling guilty as I look at her 
chest, and seeing the  steady rise and fall of her chest.  So wishing I had 
never come up the  stairs now that I shot my load. 
    Pushing  my semihard cock back into my pants and walking down to my 
cart and pushing it  from the room.  Placing my inventory back in stock and 
turning in my  inventory slip.  Not sure what to do from here.
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    Waking up with a pounding headache,  feeling nauseous as I sit up in 
the bed.  The realization that I am naked  my next conscious thought.  Looking 
down at my body as I come fully  awake.  Seeing the gobs of still moist 
semen and the crust of partially  dried coating my skin.  Licking at my swollen 
lips and tasting cum on them  and on my thick furry tongue as I try to 
swallow.  Groaning with effort as  I swing my legs over the side of the bed, 
feeling the bruised flesh of my labia  as I close my legs on the enlarged 
tissue, then push myself to stand.  My  head still pounding as I wobble on my 
feet and weakly walk to the  bathroom.  Looking at my face in the mirror as the 
light come on  automatically.  Shocked as I see the fat puffy lips of my 
mouth and the  coating of male cum glistening on my face and more in my hair.  
My eyes  showing streaks of red veins bulging in the whites.  Closing the 
door and  turning to the full length mirror, seeing the abnormal fullness of 
my pubes and  a discoloration starting on my inner thighs.  More cum coating 
my mound and  thighs and feeling an oozing of seed from my vagina.
    Turning back and splashing cold water  on my face and shivering, then 
downing a glass of water and another to relieve  the thirst.  Turning the 
shower on and finding toiletries wrapped nicely  that would do for my use.  
Stepping into the warm water then turning up the  temperature as my body 
becomes use to it.  Rubbing my soapy fingers between  my legs as I let the spray 
wash the cum from my face and upper body.  My  fingers touching gingerly as 
they exact a number of moan and groans as they soap  the bruised and battered 
flesh.  Feeling more seed mix with the soapy water  as my fingers probe 
into my well used cunt.  Groaning as I feel the  tightness of the swollen 
tissue at my entrance grasping my long slender  fingers.
    Bracing my hand on one wall of the  shower stall and pushing my fingers 
deeper into me.  My eyes glazing as I  find my thumb rubbing my exposed 
pearl as my fingers massage my inner  walls.  Moaning softly as my thumb pad 
speeds up sliding over the throbbing  nub of engorged tissue.  Then finding my 
legs buckling as my cunt spasms  and grasps at my fingers in a quick 
violent orgasm.  My upper flushing and  nostrils flaring as I huddle upright in 
the hot needles of spray and whimper in  orgasmic bliss. 
    My headache forgotten for the moment  as I stand in freeze frame till 
my body returns to normal.  Not even  wanting to think on what just happened 
as I take washcloth and soap and scrub my  body thoroughly.  Refusing to 
ponder what has happened as I briskly rub my  skin with a terry cloth towel.  
Dragging my fingers through my hair after  drying it with a towel.  Damp hair 
falling over my shoulders as I pad  softly to the rumpled bed and bend over 
to retrieve my clothing.  Finding  my small shoulder valise and placing 
that on the bed as I reclasp my  thin  bra over the aching tips of my small 
breasts, then stepping clumsily into my  matching panties.  The blouse, seeming 
to have taken a little abuse as it  is missing a bottom button and stepping 
into my skirt and pulling it up over my  sore thighs and hips.  Reaching 
back to rezip it after tucking my blouse  and missing button into the 
waistband.  Then retrieving my jacket and  settling it on my upper body.  Looking 
into the bedroom mirror and brushing  at the damp strand of my unruly hair.  
Other then that an a few wrinkle in  my skirt suit, I look fairly presentable 
for leaving a Hospitality Suite in the  early morning hour.
    Finding the elevators bank as I leave  and wave to an employee who 
looks vaguely familiar, wishing him a good night or  morning with a wry smile.  
Seeing his grin wreath his lips and looking over  his almost hunky black 
body as we pass. 
    In spite of the obvious gang rape, my  body pleasantly sore from the 
nights activities and feeling  that I might  want to find my vibrator when I 
get to my room and try to remember just what  happened..............
    
    
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