The CozyStay Lodge - Night Audit, Pt. 1

A night auditor at a hotel has a special menu of services for select guests.

The neon sign outside the CozyStay Lodge flickered on and off in the dreary nighttime rain, casting an eerie red glow over the parking lot. Inside, the building was a tomb of silence, the only sound in the lobby the persistent ticking of the old-fashioned clock that hung on the wall. Jenelle, the night auditor, sat behind the counter.

Her long, black hair was worn loose tonight, and it cascaded down her shoulders, framing her moderately attractive face in waves. Her large, round glasses slid down her nose as she stifled a yawn, her dark eyes sleepily focused on the Nintendo Switch in front of her. She was young, only a month away from her 22nd birthday, and she was petite, standing only 5’5.” Her body was thin but well-proportioned, her breasts the perfect size for her small frame. She wore a black low-cut blouse that clung to her body, and an equally tight grey skirt that stopped at mid-thigh.

Suddenly, the sliding front doors clacked open, and in stepped the drenched figure of a man. He was tall, his shoulders broad, his body thick and muscular, and the scent of his musky cologne mixed with the rainwater was intoxicating even from across the room. He was soaked, his clothes sticking to him and dripping on the hard tile floor, and his white shirt had become nearly transparent. Jenelle’s heart skipped a beat as she took in the figure of the man, his face weary but handsome. His hair was short, a dark ginger color, and his eyes were a striking shade of blue.

“Checking in,” he murmured as he approached the desk, his voice low and deep.

Jenelle’s eyes lit up at the sight of him, her heart racing with excitement. She’d seen his type a hundred times before: handsome, married, and desperately in need of a good time away from the chains of domestic life. Perhaps tonight wasn’t going to be so boring after all, and she smiled.

“Welcome to the CozyStay, Mr…?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

The man’s eyes locked briefly onto hers, but then he looked away quickly, as if embarrassed. “Chris,” he replied, his voice a deep rumble. “Chris McIntyre.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. McIntyre,” she chirped. With a radiant smile, Jenelle took his driver’s license and began the check-in process. As he fumbled with his wallet, trying to locate his credit card, she noticed the golden glint of his wedding band. Rather than deter her, this only added to the thrill of the hunt, and her hands shook as she typed in the necessary information. Forbidden fruit always tasted the sweetest, and in her experience most men found it impossible to resist. The longer the man had been married, the easier it was, and she thrilled at the possibilities.

“Is there anything else I can get for you tonight, Mr. McIntyre?” she asked, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Perhaps some extra towels or a pillow? Feel free to take a cookie, they’re complimentary.” She nodded towards a small dish of wrapped chocolate-chip cookies.

Chris nodded, then reached into the dish and took one of the cookies almost absently. “Thank you…Jenelle? Is that your name?” he asked, peering at the nametag pinned over her breasts. The black button-up blouse she wore was tight, and he couldn’t help but gaze at her curves as he did so.

“Indeed it is,” she replied, her smile widening as she handed him his room key. As she slid it across the counter towards him their hands brushed together briefly.

“I think…,” he said wearily. “I just need to find a bed and lie down in it. It’s been a very long day and I’m beat.”

“Have you been traveling long?” Jenelle asked conversationally. It was a good way to get to know her clients.

“You could say that, yeah,” Chris nodded. “I’ve been away from home for almost two weeks now. I thought I was going to go home but now I get the call to come here, and, well…it’s going to be another few days. But you don’t need to know all this.” He ended lamely. “It’s business stuff.”

Jenelle smiled, her face lighting up the room. “That’s ok, I understand. That’s what we’re here for.” She tapped the keycard that was still on the counter. “Your room is 217, just up the elevator.” She pointed to the elevator doors. “If you need anything else tonight…,” her voice dropped to a whisper and she leaned on the counter. As she did, her breasts pressed together tantalizingly, revealing the perfect line of her cleavage, sloping softly down and creating a tight valley of creases that immediately wiped Chris’s mind of all other thought. “Anything at all. Don’t hesitate to call down. Anything.”

He picked up the key, barely aware of what he was doing, trying desperately to keep his eyes locked on hers and not elsewhere. “Thank you, Jenelle,” he said, his voice thick and husky. His throat had gone dry and he was finding it difficult to speak.

“You bet,” she said sweetly, and watched him as he turned and walked away, her eyes lingering on the muscular curve of his back, and the perfectly-toned ass that he concealed behind tight-fitting jeans. She bit her lip as he pressed the button for the elevator and then took a step back, patiently waiting for it with his small leather bag of luggage in one hand. After a moment the doors dinged and he stepped inside, smiling briefly at her as he turned around and pressed the button for the second floor. She smiled back and raised a hand in a small wave.

She knew he’d be back; they always were. Jenelle returned her attention to her Nintendo Switch, a permanent smile stretched across her face as she waited for the phone to ring.

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Meanwhile, Chris made his way down the second floor corridor to room 217, his tired mind whirling with improper thoughts of Jenelle, mingled with the deeper thoughts of his wife Amanda, who was probably sleeping alone right now and waiting for him, lonely as well. He had never cheated on his wife before, had never even dreamed of doing such a thing, so his fantasies of Jenelle were meant to remain just that - fantasies. He was tired and he was lonely, and it was nice to be flirted with by a young girl, but that was all.

He unlocked the door and stepped into the room, the warm embrace of the confined heat suddenly enveloping him, the smell of washed linen and cleaning solvent still lingering in the air. The room was clean and modest, containing a king-sized bed that was plain but soft-looking. Across from it was a small flat screen TV mounted on the wall, underneath of which was a cabinet containing various small appliances including a mini-fridge, microwave and coffee pot. There was a separate dresser in the room as well with a mirror mounted above it and an uncomfortable-looking chair in one corner.

He tossed his wet luggage bag on the floor next to the dresser, then set the room key down on top of it. He peeled off his wet T-shirt, revealing his muscular, hairy chest, and began to unbuckle his belt. Then he stopped, suddenly noticing the extra slips of paper included in the envelope for his keys. It seemed unnaturally thick, and he took a moment to pull the extra slips out.

One of them was a small card explaining the rules of the swimming pool area. He didn’t even realize the hotel had one.

The other was a piece of paper that looked like it had been folded and unfolded a hundred times. His curiosity piqued, he pulled it out and opened it, reading what was printed on it. It appeared to be a menu…but not for room service. At least, not for the hotel’s restaurant, if it even had one. Instead, it was a menu for something much more intimate. Room service of a different kind.

His eyes widened as he read through the list of “services” offered by none other than the seductive night auditor herself, Jenelle. She was already haunting his fantasies, and now here was a menu, a list of things he could do with her with only a simple phone call. His heart pounded as he scanned the list. Each option was more provocative than the last, with prices marked next to them that increased in price in relation to the act and how extreme it was.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jenelle was offering herself to him freely as a prostitute. Understanding crashed down on him and he shook his head, smiling grimly, finally crumpling up the menu and tossing it into the wastebasket by the refrigerator. He was a married man, with a beautiful wife at home waiting for him. It was wrong that he had ever entertained this fantasy in the first place.

He stripped down to his black, cotton boxer shorts, putting the matter out of his mind. He lied down on the bed and flicked on the TV, browsing through the limited hotel channels as he listened to the rain patter against the window outside.

But as the evening wore on and the hours ticked by, Chris found himself growing more and more restless. He could find nothing interesting to watch on television anymore, yet sleep seemed to be a million miles away. He found his thoughts constantly intruded by images of Jenelle. Her curvy silhouette, and the way her black, over-large glasses slipped down her nose as she looked up at him. Most especially, the enticing valley of her cleavage as she leaned forward on the counter towards him.

With a frustrated sigh, he got up off the bed and walked over to the wastebasket. His hand hovered over the crumpled paper for a moment, his heart pounding like a teenager on prom night. He had to see it again. He had to know what temptations she offered. Finally he grabbed it, smoothing out the creases, his hands shaking.

He looked over the menu again. There was something for every taste, every fantasy, every twisted fetish the human mind could dream up. Jenelle seemed willing to do anything, as long as the price was right, and his mind reeled with the possibilities. His cock throbbed as his mind envisioned scene after scene of passion with the petite young desk clerk, and his breathing grew shallow.

But he was married. To a woman who loved him, who cherished him, who had given him everything. The guilt of what he was doing was like a heavy weight on his chest, suffocating him. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t betray Amanda or his children like that.

Instead, Chris picked up the phone next to the bed. His thumb hovered for a moment before he pressed the button for the front desk. The line rang once, then twice. He held his breath, not really sure what he was doing.

“Front desk, Jenelle speaking,” he heard her answer, and Chris suddenly panicked. He slammed the phone back down onto the receiver without saying a word. His heart was racing and his hands shook. He was married, dammit! What was he even going to say to her?

His heart clenched in fear when the phone suddenly rang of it’s own accord. He froze, his eyes wide. Surely it was her.

He let it ring three times before he realized she wasn’t going to stop, and he was going to have to say something. He picked up the phone, feeling angry now.

“Hello?” he asked, not politely.

“Hello, Mr. McIntyre, this is Jenelle,” he heard her say. Her voice was low and seductive. “At the front desk? My caller ID showed me that you just tried to call down here. Was there something I can help you with?” Her words were professional but her tone was anything but, and she giggled girlishly.

“Jenelle? Yeah, sorry about that. Listen, I got to know…what the hell is this about?” He asked angrily.

Jenelle sat at the front desk, a smile plastered on her face. She playfully twirled her hair as she spoke. “Whatever do you mean, Mr. McIntyre? Is there something in your room not to your satisfaction?”

“This fucking menu!” Chris hissed. He held it up in his hand to no one, crumpling it up again as he did so. “What kind of hotel is this? What gives you the right to--”

“Mr. McIntyre,” Jenelle cut him off. “I assure you, the menu is not something we officially offer here at CozyStay. It’s a personal service I offer only to a few select guests.”

Chris paused, his resolve weakening. “What do you mean, ‘select guests?’

Jenelle grinned. She knew she had him. His anger was simply a show to ease his own conscience. “Guests of my choosing, Mr. McIntyre. We consider you a VIP. As such I’m offering you my personal touch, a little something extra to help you sleep.”

Chris felt his cock twitch at her words. “So, you’re…you’re offering to…?”

“To make your stay more pleasureable,” Jenelle finished for him, then giggled again.

Chris’s hand tightened on the phone, his breathing heavy, his heart pounding. “Jenelle, I’m…I’m married,” he said through gritted teeth, as if speaking the words aloud would somehow absolve him of whatever came next. Would somehow quench the fire inside him.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Jenelle chuckled again. “Married men are actually my best customers,” she said, her voice somehow sensuous and erotic at the same time. “But if you’re not interested I understand. I’ll come up and remove the menu from your room.”

Chris hesitated, unsure of what to say. His rational mind screamed at him to agree and hang up, but there was a little voice deep inside of him that was begging for satisfaction. Wanted him to claim the pretty young clerk, no matter what the cost, financially or spiritually. He tried to push this voice aside, and in the end managed to whisper a weak “ok” before hanging up the receiver with a bang.

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It was only a few minutes later that he heard a knock on his door, and Chris quickly grabbed the provided hotel bathrobe and covered himself up. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, his heart racing. He knew Jenelle was just here to pick up her scandalous menu, but that part of his mind that wanted her, that evil, unfaithful side of him, was demanding he take advantage of her fortunate arrival.

He took a deep, shaky breath and answered the door. Jenelle stood there before him, her glasses slightly fogged from the warmth of the lobby, her hair now pulled up into a thick ponytail that exposed her slender neck and the delicate slope of her collarbones. Her clothes clung tightly to her thin frame, and he found it difficult keeping his eyes on hers.

“H-hello, Jenelle. Come on in. L-let me just grab that for you,” he stammered, stepping aside to let her enter.

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a gentle click. She took in the sight of him and his muscular chest as he walked over to the small desk to retrieve her menu. Which, she noticed, had been treated rather roughly.

“Are you sure there is nothing I can do for you, Mr. McIntyre? You seem extremely tense. I just want to help you unwind,” she said.

He stopped and looked back at her, seemingly unsure of what to say. He struggled for a moment, and then finally the words tumbled out. “I don’t…I mean…what’s usually popular? Do guys really do this kind of thing?” She could see the struggle in his eyes as he worked to rationalize his lust with what he knew was right.

“Oh yes, I assure you, my services are pretty popular. I’ve been told my service is five-star, actually.” She giggled again. “As far as what’s popular, maybe I can just offer you something to relieve the tension. Maybe a little…oral relief? A lot of people don’t even consider that to be unfaithful. It’s a just a physical indulgence, a service, like getting a massage, right?”

“I’m…I’m not sure,” he replied, his voice wavering. “It doesn’t feel right.”

“It’s completely up to you, Mr. McIntyre,” Jenelle said, her voice soft and caressing. “But I assure you, it’s purely a service. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Chris closed his eyes, the image of Jenelle’s mouth wrapped around his cock filling his mind. The rain outside grew heavier, the large drops pounding against the window. He took a deep breath, willing himself to succumb to her rationales in the face of his desire. “Okay,” he whispered. “Just an…oral…massage.”

“Perfect,” Jenelle said, and smiled. Without waiting for another word she approached him, her hips swaying with an alluring grace. She reached for the tie of his bathrobe, her fingertips brushing against the bare skin of his stomach, sending shockwaves through his body. She parted the fabric, revealing the huge bulge in his boxer shorts. She smiled, her gaze filled with hunger as she slowly slid them down his thighs, exposing his erect cock standing tall and proud before her.

“Why don’t you lay down,” she instructed softly, her voice low and sensual.

Chris nodded, his body responding to her command. He lay back on the bed, his heart thudding in his chest as she knelt down between his thighs, her gaze locked on his large member.

“Let me help you relax,” she murmured as she leaned in, taking the base of his cock in her delicate fingers, stroking him gently. Chris’ eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in, her soft lips parting to kiss the tip of his swollen erection. “Mmm,” she moaned as she felt his body jump under her touch. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

Chris couldn’t find the words to respond, the gentle sensation of her mouth on his cock obliterating all other thought. Her lips slid up and down the length of his shaft, her tongue flicking out to circle the sensitive head, slurping up the salty precum that gathered there.

Her glasses slid down her nose slightly as she worked his member, her eyes looking up at him over the lenses as she took him into her mouth completely. He let out a gasp as her wet lips enveloped his cock, the warm embrace of her mouth almost too much to bear. He let out a groan, her tongue swirling around the tip, his mind overwhelmed by the heavenly sensation.

It didn’t take Chris long before he began to feel the tension in his body building, his muscles tightening as the pressure built up. His hips began to buck involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. One of his hands found it’s way into the wavy locks of her hair and held on, forcing her to keep going as he fucked her face.

But just as the first jolts of pleasure began to shoot through his body and he looked down at Jenelle’s cute, young face, the image of his wife Amanda suddenly flashed through his mind, sleeping alone in their bed, and he found it impossible to ignore.

With a sudden jerk, he pulled away, his cock slipping from between her lips with a wet pop. “Stop,” he gasped, his voice choked with passion.

Jenelle’s eyes widened in surprise, but she immediately pulled away. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Mr. McIntyre?” she asked, her voice filled with concern and confusion.

Chris sat up, his chest heaving. “I can’t…I can’t do this,” he said, struggling to regain his breath. “I’m married. I…I love my wife.”

Jenelle’s expression softened, understanding in her eyes. She had seen it so many times before. The guilt-ridden married man, torn between his desire and what he knew was right. They always stressed about it, usually either before or after, but not typically during. She placed her hands on his bare thighs, her voice gentle and soothing. “It’s okay,” she said. “We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to.”

He smiled sheepishly down at her. “I’m…I’m sorry, Jenelle. I don’t know what I was thinking. This isn’t right.”

Jenelle smiled reassuringly at him. “It’s okay, Mr. McIntyre. You’re a good man.” She stood up gracefully, smoothing out her skirt. “Of course…I would still expect you to…?”

“Of course, of course,” Chris nodded, and he picked up his wallet, prepared to pay her for the service even if it wasn’t complete. His erect cock bobbed sadly in front of him, and he couldn’t disguise the regret in his voice.

Jenelle grinned impishly. “Oral service is $50, but first -- tell me, Mr. McIntyre -- is there anything you’ve always wanted to try, but your wife was never willing?”

Chris’ cheeks flushed at the question. He rarely spoke about his fantasies even with his wife, and now here was this complete stranger asking him to share them with her. He looked at Jenelle, her eyes filled with empathy and curiosity, and he found himself opening up.

“Well, there’s this one thing,” he said, his voice shaking. “She’s never been willing to try it.”

Jenelle leaned in closer. “What’s that?” she asked gently.

Chris swallowed hard, his heart racing as he looked into her big, brown eyes. “Anal,” he whispered, the word slipping quietly from his lips like a guilty confession. “I’ve always wanted to try it, but she’s never been willing.”

Jenelle’s smile grew, her eyes twinkling. “Ah, the final frontier,” she whispered seductively, and giggled. “The forbidden zone. Would you like to try that tonight? It’s on the menu, too.”

Chris’s breath hitched, and his voice caught in his throat. He looked into her eyes and saw only an eagerness to please. “Is that…is that something, that…I mean,” he stammered. “Do you really…really offer that?”

Jenelle’s smile grew even wider, and she nodded slowly. “Of course, Mr. McIntyre, it’s right here.” She picked up the menu from where it lay on the dresser, and pointed to one of the services listed. “See?” she said, indicating an entry that read, ‘Back Door - $150’. It’s one of my most popular requests, actually.”

Chris simply looked at it, reading and rereading the menu entry over and over. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. That his longtime fantasy could actually become a reality if he wished it. “I don’t know. This seems like such a…a big step. My brain can barely keep up right now.”

She giggled again. “It’s a step you’ve been dreaming of,” she said, and reached out to gently play with the soft curls of his hair. “And this might be your last chance ever to indulge your fantasy. I promise you, it’s an experience you’ll never forget. I’ll make sure of that.”

As if to prove her point, Jenelle suddenly wiggled her hips, shimmying out of her tight gray skirt and letting it slip to the floor, revealing the lacy black thong she wore beneath. She stepped gently out of the skirt, kicking it aside, and with feline grace she turned and leaned against the dresser. She arched her back seductively and pushed her ass outwards towards him, looking back at him over her shoulder. Her glasses had slipped down on her nose again, but she made no move to adjust them, creating an image of beauty that was sexy but scholarly.

Her small ass was like a perfectly ripe peach -- round, firm, and begging to be bitten. The black lace of her thong framed her cheeks, the fabric pulled taut around her thin waist. She wiggled it gently at him, teasing him, and he found himself biting his bottom lip. His cock throbbed as he watched her slide the thong slowly down her thighs, revealing the glistening wetness of her pussy beneath, and his mind reeled.

“Take a look, Mr. McIntyre,” Jenelle murmured seductively. “This is what I’m offering you. Is it to your liking?” She looked at him over the frames of her large glasses, now resting on the tip of her nose.

Chris’ eyes were wide as he stared at her tender body, his cock pulsing with need. The guilt of cheating on his wife was still there, but it was quickly being drowned out by his desire for the beautiful young vision before him. He nodded, his throat too dry to speak, as she turned around to face him once more.

Jenelle’s hands began to slide seductively up her body, her shaved pussy wet with arousal. Her fingers moved to the buttons of her low-cut blouse, and she began to undo them one by one, her movements slow and deliberate. The fabric slowly opened like the petals of a dark rose, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. Her breasts were full and firm, and her stomach was flat and toned, with a gentle swell just below her navel that dipped down into the delicate hollow between her thighs.

But before she could unhook her bra and fully expose herself, before the final reveal of her magnificent breasts that would surely seal his fate, Chris’ hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist. “Wait,” he murmured, his voice husky with lust. “Turn around again.”

Jenelle’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise on her face. But she didn’t refuse, turning away from him again, her back arched once more as she leaned her stomach against the dresser. The folds of her blouse fell open, revealing the perfect globes of her breasts pushed up provocatively within the lacy black bra, and he could see their reflection in the mirror in front of her. Her glasses began to slip off her nose again, and she giggled as she pushed them back up with one finger in a stereotypical ‘nerd’ gesture.

Chris’ gaze was drawn once more to her ass, the smooth curve of it calling to him like a banshee in the night. Her cheeks were small and perfectly round, and as she shook it in his direction, gently flexing the muscles, it clenched and jiggled seductively. She smiled underneath her large glasses as she watched his desire for her grow.

His cock aching with need, Chris stood up, unable to resist any longer. His bathrobe hung open off his shoulders, his cock huge and erect in front of him, as if struggling to reach the object of it’s desire.

Jenelle looked back over her shoulder at him, smiling sensually. She reached back with both hands, spreading her cheeks apart, revealing her tight, puckered hole to him. It was dark and inviting, and she flexed it gently as he watched, as if beckoning him. “Is this what you want, Mr. McIntyre?” she whispered.

Chris’ eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. He’d never seen anything so erotic, so utterly taboo, and his breathing grew shallow. The storm outside raged, pounding against the windows violently. “Yes,” he mumbled back. His voice was deep and thick with lust. “That’s what I what.”

With a hunger that had building for years, Chris bent down, his knees hitting the carpet behind her. He moved his face in close to her asshole and pussy, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal, the musky perfume making him dizzy. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her sweet juices, his nose pressed against her tight hole.

Jenelle’s body quivered as he licked along her slit, her legs spreading wider to allow him better access. She was wet, incredibly so, and it dribbled down her thigh as he slurped and licked. Every now and then he let his tongue slide upwards, flicking over the musky flavor of her asshole and back down again.

Chris’ mind was a hurricane of thoughts and emotions. He had never done anything like this, had never imagined that it would ever be possible. And yet here he was, on his knees behind a woman he had just met, licking her asshole. About to indulge in his deepest, darkest fantasy.

Jenelle’s body arched in pleasure, her head thrown back as she moaned softly. Her hand found it’s way to her pussy, and her fingers began playing with her clit, rubbing it slowly. Her hips moved back to meet his mouth more fully, and she let out a groan as her body twitched.

Unable to wait any longer, Chris finally stopped his ministrations and stood up. He began stroking himself, spreading the precum that had gathered on top along his shaft. He stepped closer to her, his cock now level with her ass, the tip brushing along her tight hole.

Jenelle felt his warm rod against her, the heat of it pressed against her ass and making her shiver with arousal. She turned and reached back, running her hand over his shaft softly as she looked at him. “I have lube if you need it,” she offered, her voice sweet and seductive. “It’ll make it easier for you.”

Chris nodded, his eyes glazed with lust. “Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”

Jenelle leaned down, pressing her ass more firmly against him. Her glasses slid down her nose again as she reached into the pocket of her skirt, which lay discarded on the floor. She pulled out a small bottle of lubricant, and popped open the cap as she turned towards him.

“Let me take care of that for you, Mr. McIntyre,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took his cock in her hands.

Chris watched, his breathing shallow, as Jenelle’s nimble fingers coated his shaft with lube. Her touch was like silk, stroking him softly but confidently. Once he was coated to her satisfaction, she turned away from him, her glasses sliding down her nose again in a way that almost seemed deliberate.

She climbed onto the bed with feline grace, her movements fluid and sensual. Once on all fours, she presented herself to him, her tiny round ass high in the air, the cheeks shaking slightly as she wiggled it in his direction. Urging him to claim her, to take her anally.

Chris’ mouth went dry as he took in the sight of her before him, her tight, pink asshole waiting for him to violate it. She was like a mysterious creature of the night, her long, black hair tied back and spilling over her shoulders, her large glasses reflecting the dim light of the table lamp. The innocent, scholarly appearance of the glasses made his cock throb with unexpected excitement. She reached back and grasped his lubed cock, positioning it at the entrance of her ass and smiled.

“Take your time,” she whispered, her voice a gentle caress. “Go slowly. Your first time should be special.” She giggled.

Chris nodded, his eyes glazed over with lust. He had never been with a woman like this before, had no idea what to expect. It was like he was a teenage boy in high school again, losing his virginity. But as he felt the head of his cock nudge against the tight ring of her asshole, he felt the passion in him grow.

With a deep breath he pushed, the tip of his cock sliding into Jenelle’s ass with surprising ease. She was tight, very tight, her muscles gripping his hard shaft like a vise. Her breath hissed through her teeth as he penetrated her, her hand moving to her pussy, her fingers working her clit rapidly as if to distract herself from the intense sensation.

“Oh…oh my God,” she gasped, her voice strained. “You’re so big!”

Chris’ cock pulsed with excitement at her words, and he began to fuck her faster. His cock slid into her further, the tightness of her colon stretching as he buried himself inside her petite frame. Her moans grew louder as he pumped her ass faster, her body trying to adjust to the intrusion. He could feel the muscles in her ass contracting around him, fighting the unfamiliar sensation before finally giving in.

Her glasses had slipped down even further, the lenses fogging from the heat of their passion, the frames now resting on the tip of her nose. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her hand moving faster between her legs.

The pressure grew and grew within him, a building tension that he hadn’t felt so powerfully in years. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of Jenelle’s tight little asshole, the sensation of her round ass cheeks slapping against his stomach. Her moans grew louder as her fingers danced over her clit, and he could feel the muscles clenching and unclenching his shaft as it pumped in and out of her tight, warm hole.

Suddenly he couldn’t stand it any longer, and he felt his balls tighten. His cock stiffened inside of her, and he knew he was close. With a final groan, he drove inside of her as hard as he could, and he felt her body tighten around him as her own orgasm suddenly ripped through her body. She cried out as her body shuddered around him, and the sensation was finally too much for him.

With a scream that echoed through the small hotel room, Chris suddenly came, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into her ass, his hot cum spurting into her tight hole over and over, filling her up. Jenelle’s eyes flew open in surprise as she felt the warmth of him inside of her. Her own body convulsed around him, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she rode out her orgasm, her juices running down her thighs.

When he finally came down from his climax, Chris pulled out of her with a wet pop, his cock glistening with fluids. A trickle of semen dribbled out of her asshole as Jenelle collapsed sideways onto the bed, her glasses now askew and hanging from one ear. She looked up at him, a coy smile on her lips. “How was that, Mr. McIntyre? Was that to your satisfaction?”

Chris pulled back, climbing off the bed and standing up on wobbly legs. “It was…incredible,” he gasped. “I…I think my satisfaction is obvious.”

Jenelle chuckled then laid back, her breasts flattening against her body, still ensnared in their bra. “Glad to be of service,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

Chris stood there for a moment, his cock now slick and shiny as it began to go soft again. The reality of what he had just done began to sink in, and the guilt of cheating on his wife suddenly crashed over him like a wave. He felt a tightening in his chest and a lump formed in his throat. “Jenelle…,” he croaked.

As if on cue, she suddenly stood up and walked over to the desk, taking hold of the small complimentary notepad next to the phone. “It’s ok, Mr. McIntyre, I understand how you feel,” she said, her voice once again the cheerful but professional voice of a hotel desk clerk.

Despite his guilt, Chris couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, the petite frame, the sensuous curve of her hips. He watched as she began to scribble something on the notepad, and he suddenly realized what she was doing. His bill. She was tallying up his illicit charges, the material cost of his infidelity.

When she was finished she tore off the page and handed it to him. “Here you are, sir,” she said, her voice annoyingly professional now. As he looked over the list of charges, his eyes widening in disbelief, she bent down and began to pull her skirt and panties back on, smoothing out the wrinkles. Chris barely noticed her.

He was instead staring in disbelief at the bill she had handed him. Written in her feminine handwriting were several listed entries. Blowjob - $50, Strip Tease - $20, Pussy Licking - $25, Anal Play - $40, Anal - $150, Cum Inside - $150. A grand total of $435.

“What the fuck is this shit?” he asked, feeling scammed. He looked up at her angrily.

“Now, Mr. McIntyre, everything is clearly listed on the menu, and every single one of the entries I listed is something we performed. You knew what you were getting into,” Jenelle said, taking a step closer to him. Her blouse was still unbuttoned and her breasts swayed seductively inside her bra as she moved.

Chris felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He had seen the menu, but hadn’t paid that much attention to every individual listing. In the heat of the moment he had just acted naturally, not thinking that every sexual act was a separate charge. “I…I didn’t think…,” he stammered. “I just thought it was the anal. $100.”

Jenelle smiled. “$150, and you know that we did more than that. If there’s a problem with paying your bill I can always contact your wife with the information on file and see if she can transfer it for you?” She smiled sweetly at him, but the underlying threat was clear. The money was buying more than Jenelle’s services in bed. It was buying her silence as well.

Chris opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He knew he was caught.

Jenelle moved closer to him, leaning in, her breath warm against his cheek. “Discretion is a luxury that comes at a premium, Mr. McIntyre.” She whispered, then stepped away from him. She sauntered over to the desk and picked up her menu, tucking it away into her skirt pocket.

“Cash only,” she said, her voice now firm. “For discretion. We wouldn’t want this little transaction to end up on a credit card statement, after all.”

Chris felt his heart sink, realizing that the situation he was in was going to cost him dearly. “But…I don’t have that much cash on me,” he protested, his voice now weak and pathetic. He fumbled for his wallet, pulling out what bills he had.

“There’s an ATM machine in the lobby. If you need more you can stop there. I’ll be at the desk all night.” She said, making her way towards the door. She turned and looked at him one last time. “Thank you for your patronage, Mr. McIntyre. It was definitely my pleasure.” She winked at him as she turned and stepped out of the room, the door clicking shut behind her.

Chris sighed, trying to steady his racing heart. After getting dressed himself he followed Jenelle down to the lobby, the guilt smothering him now as his footsteps echoed in the empty hallways.

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When he reached the hotel lobby, Jenelle had already returned to her post behind the desk. She looked up at him as he approached and smiled.

“Good evening, sir,” she said as if he hadn’t just fucked her violently in the ass. “The ATM is near the front door.” She pointed towards the machine, positioned dangerously close to the entrance.

Chris nodded and approached it, quickly withdrawing $440 in twenty-dollar bills. He brought it over to the desk and placed it quietly in front of Jenelle, who was once again looking at her Nintendo Switch.

“Why, thank you, Mr. McIntyre,” she said professionally as she quickly scooped up the bills and stuffed them into her bra.

He nodded. A part of him actually considered asking for his $5 change, but in the end decided that would be in poor taste. “Keep the change,” he said quietly.

Jenelle smiled. “Thank you, sir. Very generous of you.” She couldn’t contain the underlying amusement in her voice. Chris nodded, then turned and slumped back towards the elevator without another word.

Jenelle watched him go, the smile still plastered on her face, the humor dancing in her eyes. “Have a good night, sir!” she called after him.

Chris looked back and nodded to her just before entering the elevator, his shoulders slumped, his heart heavy. The storm outside began to abate as the night wore on, and Jenelle returned to her Nintendo Switch with a grin.