Chapter 18

Krista

My pussy is sore, and this nice clean room in the Hotel Excalibur stinks of musky sex, but I want more.

Fucking Dylan is amazing—he knows how to roll his hips, so he hits my G-spot with every thrust.

And Simon?

Simon eats my pussy like a champ.

The way he rolls my clit around in his mouth like he’s an oyster and I’m the sand to make a pearl? Fabulous. The way he plays with my lips before licking and kissing them with tender care? Amazing. The way he delights in how I taste, going so far as to lick the cum off my fingers when I touch myself? He’s a god amongst men.

King, however, likes a different kind of fucking. He feels amazing in my pussy, and oh man does he make me quiver. But he prefers one thing, and he knows how to use it.

My ass.

After having my pussy plowed by Dylan and Simon, King moves to the end of the bed, grabs me by my hips, pulls me all the way down, and flips me over.

I must look over my shoulder to watch this in real time, because seriously? It’s really fucking hot.

I push my hair, now full of sweat, out of my face and look back at him with a pout. “Oh yeah,” I say, breathlessly. “You know what I want.”

He smiles the most devilish of smiles, then uses his right hand to split my butt cheeks open, exposing my rosebud to the cold hotel room air.

I think of the plight of the poor hotel room maid, who will undoubtedly wonder what’s gone on in this room once she comes in here and changes these 1600-thread count, pure white Egyptian cotton sheets.

We aren’t, after all, in a sleazy roach motel—this is the Excalibur, the crown jewel of all the five-star hotels in the area.

I sigh, shrug my shoulders, and figure she’s seen worse.

Besides, why should I not get fucked the way I want to just because the hotel maid has to see a set of dirty sheets? It’s not like she’s never seen a set before.

By this point, King is already flicking his tongue across my rosebud, and I’m moaning loudly, pulling on my nipples to tighten them as he continues to lick my asshole.

I reach for Simon and Dylan, who have somehow managed to get off the bed when King made his way towards me. I guess they knew what they were in for, and what was coming—literally—towards me.

It’s only when I moan Simon’s name that I realize it’s come out in a yelp, because King’s thick, long cock is firmly placed in my ass. On instinct, I clench down and groan, eager to feel every inch of him deep inside of me.

Dylan prefers moving his hips in a rolling motion when he’s fucking me, but King prefers to thrust, and he positions himself on one knee and spreads my butt cheeks further apart as he continues to plow me, getting deeper with each thrust.

“Oh god, yes!” I scream out, and this time, I’m positive that everyone on the floor has heard me—us—in our filthy ritual.

“Shhh!” Simon says, eager to draw as little attention to us as possible, lest a university official find out what I’m doing for my required extra-curricular activities.

“Don’t tell me to shush!” I say back, in between gasps and moans and yelps.

“Here,” he says, shoving his cock in my mouth. “This should keep you quiet.”

I mumble and moan, but begin sucking on his cock again, taking care to work every inch.

Dylan, meanwhile, has reached down between my legs to finger my pussy, so at this point, I’m completely plugged up and full.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. Fucking these men is like a dream come true—why only have one man when each one fulfills a perfect fantasy?

I come all over Dylan’s fingers, which he pulls out of my pussy, and admiring its glistening quality, begins licking eagerly.

I give Simon’s heavy balls a tug, and he lets out a groan. With that, he squirts his cum all over my face, and I feel like I’m in a rain shower. I don’t think he’s ever going to stop as his cum runs down my face, past my throat, and onto my tits. Considering that it looks like a waterfall, it’s actually kind of pretty.

With Simon’s cum on my face, and my cum on Dylan’s hands, I look back at King, and with a final grunt, make one simple request.

“Come, goddamnit,” I say in a low growl. “For fuck’s sake, just come in my ass and make me feel every drop.”

He curls his upper lip, leans back, closes his eyes, and lets off load after load of cum in my ass. It starts running down my legs, and I can feel its warmth mixing in with my pussy cum that’s also started dripping down my inner thighs.

He pulls out.

We look at each other, then around the room, and laugh.

“Fuck, this is a mess,” Dylan says.

Simon looks around the room, and successfully finding his pants that I’d torn off before we could even close the door, fishes out two one hundred dollar bills from his side pocket. He sets them on one of the pure teak nightstands, then places an empty glass over them so they don’t blow away in the blasting air conditioning.

“For her trouble, you know,” he says nonchalantly. “Poor thing has a family to feed, probably.”

King looks at me. “Go take a shower,” he says. “You can’t go to class looking like that.”

I nod, then limp to the bathroom and turn on the rain shower.

I wait until the steam fills the bathroom and fogs up the mirror, then step under the scalding hot water and wash it all away.

I tilt my head back, close my eyes, and smile.

“Class dismissed,” I say to no one in particular.