Conquests and Pleasures- Chapter 6: Room Service for the Cover Girl
By: Doctor Doom
Celebs: Brooklyn Decker and Bar Refaeli
Codes: MF, FF, MFF, nc, rape, oral, anl, bond, humil, toys
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Author’s Note: This story takes place a good deal of time after the events of the previous chapter, which featured Sara Jean Underwood.
Forgive me if I can’t help but gloat about my good fortune. It truly never gets old doing what I do; fleeting about the globe, pursuing the most beautiful and desired women alive, and then finding ways to make them my own personal toys. Although, while I’ve given you a glimpse here and there as to how I’m able to enjoy myself even when things seem to be at their worst for me personally, sometimes things go even better than expected.
Take for example my last trip to Maldives. Once again being back in the good graces of my order, I had received a heads up as to the exact location Sports Illustrated would be producing their cover shoot for their 2010 Swimsuit Issue. I also had it on very good authority exactly which models would be making the trip, and one in particular was of great interest to me. I had arranged for various rendezvous’ in the past with a few of the publication’s models, but one had alluded me for quite some time. But this time, Brooklyn Decker would succumb to my every twisted desire. I figured the beautiful wife of Andy Roddick would one day appear on the cover of the world’s most popular magazine, and it seemed that this was the year she’d finally get her break.
I made arrangements to gain access to the hotel I knew she’d be staying at, a very high class and private resort. With my contacts within the organization fully restored I set up a cover for myself as a waiter at the resort, a task beneath me in any other circumstance were it not for the award I knew I had waiting for me when it was all said and done. For ten days, I had seen the various photographer types walking up and down the halls of the hotel. I learned the schedules of the various models and crew and monitored their comings and goings through the gossip that ran rampant amongst the hotel staff, as I prepared for my next delight.
On the night of the tenth day, I learned that the crews had finished the shooting for the magazine. The photography crews and magazine staffers would be leaving the next day, but my treasured Brooklyn would be staying for an extra few days, giving herself a vacation of sorts after her work. Also, making the rounds through the gossip circles was that Brooklyn had indeed secured the cover of the magazine. The woman had to be flying high, both professionally and personally, having reached the pinnacle of her profession and also still in the early days of her marriage to one of America’s most recognized tennis players. It would be a most enjoyable experience bringing her back down to earth and bending her to my will.
On day eleven, I made my move, knocking on her door just a little after nine o’clock in the morning, “Room service,” I gently yelled as I gave a short gentle knock on her door.
I didn’t get an immediate response, most likely due to the fact that I knew Brooklyn had not ordered anything. She likely just believed that I was knocking on the wrong door and if she didn’t answer I would go away. I knocked a second time, this time with a little more force, “Room service,” I yelled once more, this time raising my voice slightly, but still sounding friendly.
After a few more seconds, I heard my prize running gently to the door to open it. There she was, Brooklyn Decker, standing in the doorway of her hotel room wearing a plush white bathrobe.
“Good morning, ma’am, I said as I gently pushed past her into her room with the room service cart I had prepared.
“Um, hi,” she said, “you know, I’m sorry, but I think there’s some kind of mistake. I didn’t order anything.”
“Oh, I know you didn’t,” I said as I pushed the cart into the center of her room. “This is a compliment of the resort. Think of it as a congratulations for your work.”
“My work, oh you mean the magazine. So much for keeping things secret.”
“Oh don’t worry ma’am your secret is safe with me and the rest of the hotel staff.”
“Oh, good,” she said, sounding somewhat relieved.
“But I have to ask if it’s true,” I said.
“If what’s true,” she asked seeming a little puzzled.
“You know, about the cover. Are you really going to be the next Sports Illustrated cover model?”
“Oh, the rumors get around fast around here, don’t they?”
“I supposed they do, I said, but you didn’t answer my question.”
“Oh, sorry,” she giggled. “Yes, it seems I’m going to be on the cover when the magazine comes out, but you really, really can’t tell anyone,” she said, almost pleading with me for secrecy.
“Oh don’t worry, I can keep a secret. Can you,” I asked with a sly grin.
“Can I what,” she asked, again seeming somewhat puzzled.
“Keep a secret.”
“Oh yeah,” she let out a forced laugh. I could tell I was starting to make her a little uncomfortable.
“That’s good,” I said. “I’m sure you could keep lots of secrets if you had to.”
“Um, what,” she said now looking totally confused.
“Oh, don’t mind me. I was just thinking that doing what you do, you must have to keep a few things secret from time to time.”
“Oh, well, yes, sometimes I do,” she said, letting her guard back down just a little.
“So, have you told your husband yet?”
“Well, I was actually on the phone with him right before you knocked on my door. I had to hang up and told him I’d call him back.”
“Oh, well, I guess I should let you be then,” I said as I slowly made my way to the door.
“Um, do I owe you anything,” she asked just as I was about to step out of the room.
I turned back around to face her, “Well, it is compliments of the resort, but a small gratuity would be appreciated,” I said.
“Oh, right. Here, let me get you something,” she said as she went to the nightstand beside her bed and grabbed her purse.
“Please ma’am, that’s really not necessary,” I said as I stepped back into the room.
“But I thought you said you wanted a tip,” she said.
“Well, maybe you could provide me with something else,” I grinned wickedly.
She was now completely defensive in her tone towards me, “Look, I don’t know what you want exactly. If you just wanted to get an up close look at a supermodel, well, you’ve seen me. So you can go now,” she said pointing to the door and trying to sound as forceful as she possibly could, standing in her bathrobe.
Trying to seem somewhat calming, I shrugged my shoulders and put my hands up, “Whoa, I was just going to ask for an autograph. I figured you model types must carry around a couple of pictures that you could sign if someone like me ever meets you.”
Brooklyn turned red with embarrassment, “Oh, an autograph, I see,” she said as she put her purse down and opened the drawer to the nightstand. She pulled out a photo of herself and a pen. “Whom should I address it to,” she asked.
I walked over next to her. She hadn’t noticed the syringe I had pulled from my pocket, “No need,” I said as I plunged the needle into her neck, “I can think of an even better way for you to repay me.
The drug had an instant effect, just as I knew it would. Brooklyn’s eyes fluttered, and then shut completely as her legs gave out from under her. She fell forward right into my arms, and I placed her gently down on the bed.
I walked across the room to the door, placing the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the doorknob, before closing the door and locking it. Turning my attention once again to Brooklyn, I walked back to the bed where she lay; grabbing the bag I had hidden on the bottom part of the room service cart along the way. She looked so beautiful and peaceful as she lay there, oblivious to everything I was doing, and everything I was about to do.
I gently removed her robe and threw it aside, to reveal that she was wearing a two-piece neon green bikini underneath, likely one that she had modeled for the shoot. I made sure her head was comfortable on the pillows, and spread her arms out next to her head. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out two silk scarves, and used them to secure each of the model’s wrists to the head of the bed, making sure that when the time came to wake her, she’d have no way to escape.
I drug a chair over to the side of the bed, and kicked off my shoes and socks. Sitting down, I ran a hand over the supermodel’s sexy smooth stomach, up to her breasts, cupping them gently, before making my way up even further along her body, gently caressing her neck and pushing her hair away from her face. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a bit of smelling salts, waiving them under her nose, and watching her come around, quickly realizing the severity of her predicament.
Brooklyn instantly realized that her hands were tied to the head of the bed. Looking around, the next thing she noticed was me sitting in the chair I had placed next to the bed, and looking quiet pleased with myself. She tried to struggle against her bonds somewhat, kicking her feet, and digging her heels into the mattress, trying to somehow get away.
“It’s no use,” I calmly stated, “You’re not getting off that bed until I’ve decided to let you off of it.”
“What, what is going on here,” she asked starting to panic. “Why are you here, and why am I tied up?”
“I’m here, because this is what I do. I find beautiful women from a distance, and then I find ways to introduce myself to them up close and personal. Real up close and personal,” I said as I leaned forward and placed a hand on the top of her thigh.
“No, you can’t. I won’t let you. I’ll scream,” she said as she again struggled against her bonds, forcing my hand to come away from her leg.
I shook my head, “Brooklyn, I can and I will. The fact that you’re tied to the bed means nothing is going to stop me. As for the screaming, scream all you want. No one is going to hear you. No one is going to save you. On top of that, at times I rather enjoy it.”
The first tears were starting to come to her eyes as she realized just how dire her situation was. “Please, don’t. I’m married.”
“I’ve been with married women before, Brooklyn.”
“But I’ll tell. You’ll go to jail,” she tried to reason with me through her tears.
“I’ve been doing this for a very long time now. The women I’ve been with and the situations I’ve been with them in would surprise you. In fact, you probably know some of them.”
“Oh no, please, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything. I promise,” she sobbed.
“That’s good, it’ll make things much, much easier for you,” I said as I ran my hand up and down her sexy leg.
“Don’t touch me,” she cried and turned her head away from me.
I continued rubbing her leg, letting my hand gently brush against the fabric of her bikini bottom, letting her know that I could undress her at any moment. “Now, Brooklyn, here’s how it works. You do exactly what I say, and this whole thing goes rather easy for you. You don’t do what I say and you suffer a great many consequences. And believe me, I can get very, very creative when I want to.”
She turned her head to look at me through her tear filled eyes, “Please, I’m married. Let me go, and I promise I’ll never tell anyone.”
I quit running my hand up and down her leg and just let it rest on the top of her thigh again. “Oh, Brooklyn, if I stay you’ll never tell anyone either. Imagine what would happen to your career. The media would have a field day, with the whole idea that a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue cover model was raped inside her own hotel room by a mystery man who will never ever be found. Your husband would never look at you the same way again. No one would. Your life would become a circus. But I’ll make a deal with you.”
“A deal,” she sobbed.
“Yes, the deal is, I won’t tell if you won’t,” I grinned wickedly.
“No, no,” she started to panic and tried to once again break away from her bonds, kicking her legs against the mattress. In truth, all she was doing was messing up the bed.
“Okay, Brooklyn, how about this,” I said as I grabbed her cell phone off the nightstand. “How about I call Andy right now. I’ll put him on speaker, and let him listen as I fuck you. We can listen to him scream in complete and total rage, about how he’s going to kill the man who is raping his wife, as I fuck you harder and harder, deeper and deeper down into the mattress. But when it’s all said and done, he’ll still be thousands and thousands of miles away, unable to save you, and when I’m done, there still won’t ever be a way to punish me for what I’ve done.”
Brooklyn suddenly gained a bit of control over her emotions. She looked at me wide eyed in horror as I flipped open her cell phone. “Oh no, please don’t. I couldn’t live with myself.”
“Shh,” I said as I put a finger to my lips and found Andy Roddick’s number on his wife’s phone. I put the phone on speaker and dialed the number.
Brooklyn lay on the bed, eyes wide in horror as her husband picked up after a couple of rings.
“Oh hey, baby,” Andy said through the phone, “I thought you had almost forgot about me. Everything okay with the room service?”
I could see Brooklyn fighting back her tears. It was killing her trying to stay as quiet as she could, not wanting to give her tennis player husband any idea of the kind of predicament she was currently in.
“Hey, Brooklyn, I think we got a bad connection,” Andy said. “If you can hear me, just try to call back later. I love you. Bye,” he said before he hung up on his end.
I hung up the cell phone and put it back down on the nightstand. “Your silence Mrs. Decker, or do you prefer Mrs. Roddick, I think speaks volumes. Do as I say, and no one else will ever know what’s about to happen in this room.”
“Okay,” she said defeated, and turned her head away from me again.
“Good,” I said as I got up from my seat and went over to the room service cart. “I’ll have you know, I really did bring some food. Think of this as breakfast in bed, and you really might want to eat, given that you are going to need your energy for what I have in store for you.”
I wheeled the cart over next to the bed. “I’m not hungry,” she said, trying her best to sound defiant.
“Well, I hope you don’t mind if I eat,” I said as I sat back down in the chair and removed the cover from the tray of food I had brought to the room, an assortment of pancakes with various fruit and syrup toppings. “You sure you don’t want some,” I taunted her as I grabbed a pancake, folded it in half and dipped it into the maple syrup I had brought along.
I held the pancake in front of her face, but Brooklyn continued to keep her head turned away from me. A couple of drops of syrups fell onto her cheek. “Suit yourself,” I said as I took a bite from the pancake. “Hmm, unfortunately, while we were talking, breakfast got cold. At least the pancakes did. But at least the maple syrup is still warm,” I said as I tossed the rest of the pancake aside and leaned down to lick the couple of drops that had fallen onto Brooklyn’s face off of her.
“Oooooo, nooooooooo,” the supermodel whined in complete shame and misery.
I have to admit, I’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, Brooklyn,” I said as I reached underneath her back and untied the back of her bikini top. With her top loose, I lifted it up off of her breasts, dropping it to the floor before I grabbed the maple syrup off of the cart and poured a bit of the sticky substance over her neck and breasts. Her breasts were perfect, large, round, and natural. I leaned down and started licking the syrup off of her body.
“Oh god,” she whispered. “This is really happening,” she said as I massaged one of her breasts with my mouth and tongue. I took her nipple into my mouth, letting my lips rub it gently, and then moved toward her neck, dragging my tongue up her chest along her shoulder blade and down toward her neck.
“Oh god, please help me,” she moaned as I worked my way across her neck and toward her other breast, giving it the same gentle treatment that I had given her first one. Her nipples were like little rocks; beads of sweat were dripping down her body, mixing with the syrup. Like so many of my treats before her, her mind was doing everything to say no, but her body was betraying her with all the signs of yes.
Once I had gotten most of the syrup off of her, I pulled away from her. “I don’t know what to say, Brooklyn. One of us is a very messy eater.”
Tears were streaming down her face. “Just do what you’re going to do and go away. Stop torturing me, please,” she begged.
“Oh, torturing you is half the fun,” I said as I grabbed a bowl of fruit toppings and spread a bit down on her stomach.
“Oh god, why me,” she whimpered as I grabbed a bit of whip cream and smeared a bit of it on her stomach and over the top of her bikini bottom.
I climbed on the bed, straddling her legs. She struggled only slightly. I placed a hand around her throat, letting her know I was in the dominant position, and then slid it down to her breasts. Groping her breasts with both hands, I just played with them for a moment enjoying how they felt in the palms of my hands. I removed my shirt, and tossed it to the floor before I leaned down toward her stomach to delicately eat up the fruit and whip cream I had smeared on top of her.
“This is so wrong,” she mumbled through her tears as I enjoyed working my way down her body.
I inched my way down lower and lower until I got to the top of her bikini bottom. With my teeth I gently grabbed the top of her bikini bottom and started to pull it down off of her hips.
“Ooooohhhhhh, noooooooo,” she whined loudly, trying to buck her hips up and down and side to side in hopes of deterring my progress.
It was no use, in no time; I had her bikini bottom down past her snatch.
“Oh goddddddddddddd,” she moaned in shock as slid my tongue up her slit. I inserted two fingers into her warm snatch. “Uuuuuugggghhhhhnnnnnn,” she let out a long slow moan as I stroked her gently. Part of her was reluctant to accept the fact that I knew just where to touch her, while another part was all too ready and willing to submit.
I ran my fingers in and out of her gently while I continued to lick her moistening snatch. After a few more moments, her clit began to jut out in front of me.
“Nooooooo. Plllllleeeeeeaaasssssse,” she begged not wanting to accept that her body was betraying her as I stroked her clit with long, sloppy, wet licks from my tongue. “Aaaargggggggghhhhhhhh,” she screamed as she came all over my face, arching her hips into my face momentarily giving in completely to her body’s urges, before sinking back down into the mattress. I continued to eat out her snatch, licking up her juices. “Ooooooohhhhhh, nnnnooooooooooo, uuuuuunnnnnnnn,” she whined in disgust at how her body was betraying her mind. “Oh god, Andy, I’m soooooorrrrryyyyyyy, uuuuhhhhhhhhnnnnnnngggggg,” she screamed again as she came all over my face once more.
I leaned up from her snatch. Her body lay still beneath me, exhausted from what I had just put her through, and unfortunately for her, I was only getting started. She lay there, with me over top of her body, her arms spread and tied to the bed. She was a mess, a mix of bodily sweat and the remnants of maple syrup covering her neck and breasts, her snatch soaked from the tongue lashing I had just given her. And she was helpless, and she knew it. She tried to close her eyes as hard as she could, likely wishing I would just go away.
“Uh, no, noooooo,” she stuttered as she realized I was pulling her bikini bottom down off of her legs, completely off of her body. She struggled only slightly though as I removed her last small shred of dignity from her pitiful little form. Holding it over her face, letting her see that I was still here, and she couldn’t simply wish me away, I dropped it down on the pillow next to her head.
With her completely naked, I spread her legs and crawled between them. She tried to kick weakly in protest, but I held her in place and unfastened my pants, throwing them across the room. Taking one of her legs and putting it over my shoulder, I held her wide open. There was no place for her to go.
“Are you ready Brooklyn?”
“No,” she whispered weakly.
“Well I am,” I said as I lined up my throbbing cock with her moist snatch.
“Uuuuugggggggg,” she screamed as I slowly inched my whole length up inside of her. “Ohhhhh, godddddddddd,” she moaned as I began to slowly slide in and out of her body. “Not thiiiiiiissssssss, pllllllleeeeeeaaaaassssse,” she shook her head back and forth on the pillow, knowing there was no escape from my throbbing cock.
I reached down and cupped her breasts, flicking her nipples with my thumbs as I continued to steadily slide in and out of her snatch.
“Aaahhhhhhhh, ooooooohhhhhhhh, aaahhhhhh, uuuhhhhnnnnnnnn,” she screamed in unwanted bliss. “Not thiiiiiissssssss, I uhn, caaaaaaaaa, caaaaaannnnnn’t un, take iiiiiitttttttt, oooooohhhhhhhh.”
I stopped pumping her for a moment and looked down at her. I was buried balls deep in the soon to be cover model of the most circulated magazine in the world, and she couldn’t stand to look at me. Her head was turned to the side, she was crying uncontrollably.
“Oh, you can take it, Brooklyn. And I can damn sure give it,” I grunted as I once again started to work in and out of her.
“Noooooooooo,” she screamed. “Arrrgggghhhh, nnnnnnooooooo, uuuuuggghhhnnnnn, plllllleeeeaaaaase stoppppppppppp.”
I continued to once more massage her breasts, loving the feeling of her body trembling uncontrollable beneath my touch. “Godddddd, hellllllpppppp, mmmmeeeeeee, uuuugggggggg.”
“That’s right scream all you want, I told you I didn’t mind,” I grunted as I started to pump her harder and harder. I could feel my cock driving deeper and deeper into her body, as I literally was trying to push her straight through the mattress like I told her I would earlier.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhh, no moooooooorrrrrrrre.”
“You want more.”
“Noooooooo, doooooonnnnn’t. Aaaaahhhhhhgggggg.”
“Don’t what,” I tormented.
“Sttttoppppppppp, aaaaahhhhhh, uuugghhhhhhnnnnnnn,”
“Don’t stop. I don’t plan on it,” I grunted as I continued to thrust deeper and deeper into her.
“You bastaaaaarrrrrrrddddddd. Stopppppppppp, uuurrrrrggghhhhhhh,” she screamed through her tears.
“Oh, you want my seed do you? You want me to fill you up?”
“Agghhhhh, uhn , uhgh, ahhhh, angh, noooooooooo.”
“I think you do,” I grunted as I got on my knees, keeping her one leg over my shoulder and started really ramming into her sopping snatch.
“Oh yeah, beg me for it. Beg me like a little fucking whore. Beg me to give it to you.”
“Arrrgghhhhh, aaaahhhhnnnnnn, mmmmmmm, nnnnnnoooooooo, pllllllleeeeaaaaassssse.”
I grabbed her hair and turned her head to face me, Staring into her amazing tear filled blue eyes. “I said beg. Beg like a little fucking whore,” I grunted
“Ohhhhhhhh, uuuggghhhhh, uhhhnnnn, uuuhhhhnnnnn, uuuuhhhhnnnnnn, uuuuunnnngggghhhhhhhhh,”
“I said beg, slut,” I screamed in her face.
“Pllllllllllleeeeeeeeaaaaaaassssse, uuuuhhhhhhgggggnnnnnn, I begggggggggggg, uhhhnnnnn, beg, ahhhhhhnnnnnn, I beggggggggggggg.”
“You beg for what,” I continued to taunt her even though I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Uuuuuuggggnnnnn, nnnnnnnn, cuuuuuuummmmm, ahg, cum, I begggggg, for cuuuuuuummmmmmmmm, ooooooohhhhhhh, aaaaaaaarrrggggghghghghghghgh, uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh,” she screamed as with one last savage thrust I drove forward with her leg over my shoulder causing her to stay open wide and let all of my load shoot into her body.
I kept my cock in her for several extra seconds, rocking my hips back and forth as I let her snatch milk every last drop of my seed. “Andy, please forgive me,” she panted as I finally pulled all the way out, noticing much of my seed leaking out of her wet open snatch.
Her blue eyes were empty; as if she was suddenly burdened with the worst secret she’d ever be forced to keep. She knew she couldn’t tell anyone what I was doing to her. She knew it would end her marriage, career, and entire life, as she knew it.
Just then, someone was knocking on the door to the room.
“Hel-,” Brooklyn tried to scream, but before she could let out a full wail, I had grabbed her bikini bottom next to her head and stuffed her mouth with it.
“Shh,” I told her, looking down at her, and loving the look of rage and utter helplessness I saw in her eyes.
Again there was a knock on the door. This time, I heard a woman’s voice call out, “Brooklyn, its Bar. We’re still on for the beach right?”
Quickly, I found the bathrobe Brooklyn had been wearing earlier and put it on before moving to answer the door. Having had another one of my arrangements with the beautiful Israeli model some time before, I’m sure I was the last person Bar Refaeli had ever hoped to see opening the door to Brooklyn Decker’s hotel room.
“Well hello,” I said as I flung open the door to see Bar. She stood there in shock, wearing a bright orange bikini top and a long silk skirt. She knew that if I was answering the door, Brooklyn had to be in quiet a predicament.
Before she could even think of a way to react, I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the room before closing the door again.
“No,” Bar screamed as she saw Brooklyn tied to the bed and gagged.
“Well, hello Bar,” I said with an evil grin. “So glad you could join us.”
“No, not again,” she said as she turned and tried to slap me.
I caught her wrists and tossed her on the foot of the bed, her back and head landing on Brooklyn’s legs and soaked snatch.
“Brooklyn, in case you’re wondering, I told you, you might know some of the other women I’ve been with. And well, Bar is one of those women,” I said as I grabbed Bar by the waist, turned her over, and positioned her so she was kneeling between Brooklyn’s legs.
“Go ahead, Bar, tell Brooklyn what a good time we had the last time we saw each other.”
“No, not again,” Bar whined, “just let us go, you monster.”
“Oh, in due time,” I said as I knelt down behind Bar Refaeli, cupping her breast, and pulling her bikini top down away from her body. “You know Bar, Brooklyn has had a bit of a rough time so far, why don’t you try to make her feel better,” I said as I forced her face down into Brooklyn’s crotch.
Both models tried to let out muffled protests, Brooklyn from behind her gag, and Bar from around Brooklyn’s snatch.
“Lick Brooklyn’s pussy Bar. Make her feel nice and good.”
Brooklyn cried in horror, as Bar more or less reluctantly complied with what I was telling her to do. Having been with me once before, Bar knew it was just easier to do as I commanded.
With Bar doing just as I had told her, I remained behind her, and unwrapped the silk skirt that covered her waist, revealing a bikini bottom that matched the top she was wearing. I let Bar’s skirt fall to the floor, and rubbed her perfectly shaped ass. It looked even better than the last time I had fucked it.
“Mmmmppppp,” Brooklyn moaned as Bar licked her pussy.
“Oh, you have something to say, Brooklyn,” I said as I removed her bikini bottom from her mouth.
“Please, no mooooooooorrrrrrre, uuuuggghhhhhhh,” Brooklyn moaned as Bar continued to focus on her sensitive snatch.
“I’m sorry Brooklyn,” Bar said looking up at the bound model. “He won’t let us go unless we do what he says.”
“That’s right, Bar,” I said as I forced her face back down into Brooklyn’s crotch.
“Noooooo, aaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhggggggg,” Brooklyn screamed.
“Oh, you don’t want any more,” I tormented Brooklyn. “Well, maybe Bar can help demonstrate what else I have in store for you, I said as I pulled down Bar’s bikini bottom.
“What, no,” Bar tried to protest.
“Hold still,” I said as I positioned Bar over Brooklyn, with her knees between Brooklyn’s legs, and her hands positioned on each side of her waist.
“Oh Bar,” I moaned as I rubbed her ass, “your ass might be the best one I’ve ever fucked.”
“Oh god,” she whined as I tore off the robe, tossing it aside once more, and ran my whole length up and down the crack of her ass.
“Please don’t,” Bar tried to protest as I positioned the tip of my cock at the entrance of her anal passage. “Please, dooooooonnnnnn’t ooooooowwwwwwwww,” she screamed as I rammed my tool straight into her ass with one long hard thrust forward.
I could see Brooklyn crying even harder than before below us.
“Nooooooo, uuuunnnnnnnn,” Bar whined and stuttered as I began to slowly grind my way in and out of her tight, perfectly shaped ass. “Brooklynnnnn, I’m sorrrrryyyyyy, aaaaaahhhhhhh,” she moaned as I grabbed her hips and forced her back and forth along the length of my cock.
“Oh yeah, Bar, your ass is even better than I remember it,” I grunted as I reamed her long and slow.
“Ooooooohhhhhh,” she moaned and hung her head down towards Brooklyn’s breasts.
I reached underneath her and cupped Bar’s breasts, they weren’t as large as Brooklyn’s, but they still gave me something nice and warm to grasp as I continued my anal assault of her body.
“Uggghhhhhh, uuuhhhhnnn,, ooooohhhhhh,” Bar wailed as I picked up my pace slightly, causing her whole body to shake beneath mine. “Oooooohhhhh, fuuuuuuuccckkkkkk, nooooooooo, aaaaahhhhnnnnn,” Bar moaned and cried, as I forced her head to bounce off of Brooklyn’s tits.
I could still see Brooklyn crying uncontrollably from the bottom at everything that was happening. She likely had thought that her situation couldn’t have possibly gotten any worse when I simply had her tied to the bed. Her bad luck it seemed had turned out to be a great deal of good fortune for yours truly.
“Ooooohhhhh godddddddd, nooooooooo, fuck, uuugggghhhhhhhh,” Bar let out another long defeated moan of despair.
“Oh yeah, Bar. Tell Brooklyn how much you love me fucking you,” I grunted as I reached down toward her snatch with one hand.
“Noooooo, aaaaahhhhhhnnnnnn,” she moaned as I rammed three fingers into her snatch, rubbing gently. “Uuuurrgghhhhhh,” she moaned again as I now stimulated her body from two different directions.
“Oh god,” Brooklyn let out a meek protest as she could tell I was getting ready to drive Bar toward a most unbelievable orgasm.
“Oooohhhhh, nnnooooooo, noooooo, nooooooo,” Bar screamed as her body started to tense. She knew what was coming as I began to quicken my pace even further.
“That’s right Bar, here it comes,” I grunted.
“Noooo, noooooo, uhhggg, uhn, uhn, uhn, aaaaaggghhhhhhhh,” Bar screamed as she creamed all over my hand. I quit focusing on her snatch and once more cupped her breasts with both hands. “Just cuuuummmmmmm,” she protested, hoping that I would soon end her torment. “Ooooohhhhh, ooogggggggg, uuuuhhhhnnnnn, aaaaaahhhhhhhh, fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk, nnnnnooooooo, aaaaahhhhhhhhhgggggg,” she screamed as I squeezed her tits hard, and gave one last forceful thrust into her ass before blowing a giant load into her.
“You’re fucking sick,” Brooklyn spat from the bottom of the pile.
“Oh don’t worry, Brooklyn,” you’ll get your turn next I grinned as I pulled out of Bar’s ass.
Bar collapsed down onto Brooklyn, her head resting on Brooklyn’s large, round breasts. She was completely exhausted, and she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Tell me Brooklyn, has anyone ever been inside your ass?”
“Oh god, please don’t,” she stammered. “Haven’t you done enough?”
“It figures. You beautiful women never want to let anyone inside your asses. Although you supermodels seem to be the worst.”
“Please don’t, not there,” Brooklyn tried to protest as I unbound her wrists, and pulled her out from under Bar.
“I tell you what, Brooklyn, I’ll try to make it as easy as possible for you,” I said as I tossed her down face down on the bed next to Bar.
“Oh god,” she mumbled into the covers of the bed.
“Oh Bar, I need you, or more importantly Brooklyn needs you to do something,” I said as I lifted the exhausted Israeli model’s head off of the mattress and looked into her dreamy tear filled eyes.
“What now,” she whined.
I put her head on Brooklyn’s ass. “Why don’t you provide a little natural lubrication for Brooklyn here.
“What,” Bar looked at me in horror.
“Oh let me spell it out for you. I want you to lick Brooklyn’s asshole.”
“Oh god, please no.”
“Do it,” I yelled as I grabbed her head and forced her face between the crack of Brooklyn’s ass.
“Uuuugggggg,” Brooklyn screamed, as Bar reluctantly complied
Neither of the women noticed as I walked over to my bag and pulled out a strap on.
Walking back over to the bed where the two women were, I could tell that Bar was offering up a less than enthusiastic attempt to do as I had told her to do to Brooklyn.
Brooklyn was crying in shock in horror, likely wondering when it would all end. Bar for her part had been more or less compliant, given that she knew what would happen otherwise.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I said as I pulled Bar away from Brooklyn and rolled her over onto her stomach. “Brooklyn, I think you should thank Bar for her help.”
“What,” they both said, wondering what I’d have them to next.
“Brooklyn, I’m going to fuck you in the ass. And when I do, you’ll be fucking Bar in her shitter, since she likes it so much.”
“No,” they both whined as I secured the strap on onto Brooklyn and positioned her over Bar.
Bar struggled only slightly as I forced Brooklyn down on top of her back, and the fake dick into her ass.
“Oh god, please don’t,” Bar whined from the bottom. “It already hurts. You’ll kill me.”
“Oh Bar, you’ve been through much worse and lived. I should know,” I said as I lined up my cock at the entrance of Brooklyn’s ass.
“Please, don’t ooooowwwwwww,” Brooklyn screamed as I slowly worked my way into her ass.
“Mmmmmppppphhhhhh,” Bar whined into the mattress from below.
“Arrrgghhhhh,” Brooklyn screamed as I worked my way in and out of her ass, causing her to grind into Bar.
“Ahhhnnn, uuugghhh, oooohhhh, uuuuhhhhnnnnnn,” the two models screamed. “No more, don’t,” they protested.
Between the two of them, they were a complete pile of misery. They knew they couldn’t escape. They could only lay there and wonder how they could ever come to be in such a situation.
As for me, I couldn’t believe my good luck. While I had planned on having a pleasant encounter with Brooklyn, Bar knocking on her door and finding her way under my control again was simply icing on the cake.
“Oh fuccckkkkkkk” Brooklyn moaned as I picked up my pace.
“Uuuuuhhhhhhnnnnnn,” Bar moaned.
“Nooooo, ughghgh, uuuunnnnn, uuuuggghhhhhhhhnnnnnnn,” Brooklyn screamed as I came in her ass. “Bar, I’m sorry,” she cried.
“Aahhhhhhh,” Bar moaned again as I pulled out of Brooklyn and pulled Brooklyn out of her.
I rolled Brooklyn over onto her back and let her lay next to Bar. Both women were completely exhausted, and just continued to lay there motionless while I got dressed.
“Thank you ladies, and please continue to enjoy the rest of your stay at the hotel,” I said as I left the room, leaving them to lie and think about everything I had put them through.
Yes, it’s obvious sometimes why I can’t help but gloat about some of my conquests and pleasures.