Drunken Hotel Rape (NC, Alc)

[Mirror Crack'd]

Although not written by me, one of my all-time favourites;
Violated: Hotel Rape
by tvr <mailto:shawn.dearman@sympatico.ca>©
ed Mirror Crack'd 2007

He watched her as she sat in the corner of the bar, the look on her face displaying the fact that someone had definitely had better days than this one... she was kind of tiny, early thirties, kinda cute, and the ring on her left hand said she had a husband at home... the shirt and formal blouse indicated maybe a businesswoman traveling on business. He noticed as the waitress delivered her fifth drink since he had arrived, an hour and a half ago. He could tell from her body’s reactions and her facial expressions that the booze was taking its toll on her.

He noted her slim build, imagining the small breasts, and tiny hips that lay concealed under her clothes. He sent over a round when her glass was half empty and took it over to her table, sitting down across from her ... she needed a moment for her eyes to focus as she turned towards him, her words slurring slightly as she thanked him for the drinks. He could tell from the mascara trail that she had been crying, and offered her a handkerchief as he asked if there was anything he could do ... she smiled sadly, and offered in a slurred voice "... not unless you have a job for a thirty three year old saleswoman, mother of two, with a huge mortgage and a husband that thinks I’m in town to get a promotion, not a pink slip" ...

You ask her where she’s from, and find out that she is from Vancouver, and is only in Toronto until her flight leaves late tomorrow morning. You put on your best "game face" and tell her that you are in logistics and thought that your Victoria office was looking for someone to promote their new software ... you knew it sounded lame, but she was drunk enough, and desperate enough in wanting to believe that there was a way out of the hopeless situation that she seemed to believe it...

As she explained the events of her day that led to her apparently successful attempt to "drink herself to oblivion," your eyes are drawn to the open neck of her blouse, and the tantalizing view it afforded of her lacy, but loose camisole and as expected, the two very small breasts concealed under it. Every time she reached for her drink, the top of the camisole would sag and fall forward, allowed him to peek inside of it, exposing the soft, creamy skin of her breasts. As she explained that she had been downsized, and now had to go home and tell hubby that she was unemployed and they wouldn't be able to make the bills this month, you could see the tears well again, and she reached to down the remainder of her drink and motion for another.

As she leaned down to get her wallet out of her purse, you got the view you were waiting for, the camisole and blouse falling open and her small breasts were clearly visible... you felt the instant erection as you notice the puffy nipples that capped her small AA breasts. As she sat up, the drink arrived, and you began to explain that your BC office might have an opening that would work, and asked if she had a pen to write her number and address on... she didn't but said she would write it down before she left for you. This seemed to brighten her spirits and she seemed more content as she threw back her seventh drink. You could tell she was extremely drunk now, and figured a couple more drinks and she would be out cold.

You got up to get yourself a beer, and got a double for her, setting it in front of her as she finished her drink. She protested, claiming that she had had enough, she couldn't drink anymore. You look hurt, then relax as she sits back down and resumes drinking and telling you about her day. You feign interest as she drinks, her coordination terrible now and the words slurring so badly you couldn't understand her even if you cared ... As she finishes the drink, she starts to rise, unsteady on her feet as she gathers her purse. You offer to help her to her room, and she accepts the offer, realizing how drunk she really is. She mumbles that it’s a good thing her husband can't see her, as he is really jealous and worries when she travels. She shakes her head at the thought, explaining that its not like she's a child, she's can look after herself and its not like she's going to do anything, he's the only guy that has ever even seen her naked ... you smile following her, your arm around her steadying her as you enter the elevator ... that's about to change, and change in more ways than one.

As she gets off the elevator, her legs buckle, forcing you to catch her weight and get her back walking again. She struggles to find the lock card for the door, and is unable to find the slot when you arrive at the door. You offer to help her in, and to get the address from her for the job. She smiles, remembering the job, and allows you to help her into the room. She leans against the wall, stumbling slightly as she kicks off her shoes, and then weaves to the end of the bed, where she sits clumsily on the end of it, head on her chest, almost unconscious as mumbles to herself.

You stand there silently, watching as she weaves back and forth for a moment, before laying back on the bed, out like a light ... you notice her wallet, so you take a moment to note the name and address writing it down for use later. You take a moment and scan the room, noticing a samples case that sales reps often carry. Opening it you find various cosmetic samples, lipsticks, mascaras etc, and a Polaroid camera, loaded with film? As you continue to look, you find pictures of young women, before and after the makeovers that she apparently did for them. Taking the camera, you get an idea ... You wait a few moments, admiring her as she lay there. Her skirt has risen on her thin thighs; exposing her legs and giving a hint of the treasure that lay beneath it ... you move to the bed and slowly start to unbutton the blouse.

As you undo the last button, you look up for any reaction, but there is none ... her breathing is deep and slow, her eyes not closed tightly, allowing you to see the passed out state that she is in. You slide the material off of her shoulders and gently ease it down over her shoulders and down her arms. You get up, entering the bathroom and look for the cosmetic bag you know will be there ... you take it back into the hotel room, setting it down on the bed beside you, removing the small grooming scissors first. You gently clip the open jaws under the edge of the camisole, and start cutting upwards, slitting the thin material open ... as you cut, the material falls away, exposing her bellybutton, a thin trail of hair edging downward under her skirts waistband.

As you cut further, you see the slight curve of her breast, and feel the hardening cock in your jeans as you cut further, soon cutting through the top of the lace, and watch as the camisole falls open exposing two of the smallest, most perfect breasts you have ever seen. Each one is topped by a pink, puffy nipple, the colour barely different from the flesh of her breast that surrounds the nipple, and aureole rising slightly from her almost flat chest, forming two little cones. You reach down and undo the 3 buttons that lead down from the waistband, and start to pull the skirt down over her long, slim legs, exposing the blue silk panties that lay beneath them.

As the skirt slides down over her knees, and off onto the floor, you pause, again waiting for some reaction from her ... you allow your finger to trace across her soft stomach, following the thin line of hair down to her panties, your fingers tracing over the silky material and down over her thighs ... nothing ... You smile as you again take the scissors and cut through the thin elastic waistband of her panties, and then pull them down and out from under her buttocks ... you can’t contain yourself as the thick bush appears, the nest of blonde pubic hair barely concealing the outer lips of her vagina, marking the entrance to her hot tunnel.

You rise and return to the bed and note that she had not even moved, grabbing one leg and lifting it and spreading it open wide ... you then repeated the action with the other leg, exposing her smooth slit, her legs open obscenely ... you reach for her hand, and placed it down on her lower stomach with her fingers brushing against the top of her gash ... you begin to take the first of many pictures stopping only to remove your clothes, your erection springing free and bobbing as you move onto the bed, kneeling beside her face ... you eased your cock towards her mouth, allowing the knob to part her lipstick covered lips, pushing her mouth open slightly ... you take another picture, the flash not even causing a stir ... reaching down, taking her other hand and placing it around your shaft, making it look like she was actually guiding it into her mouth as she sucked it, and again the room was filled with the flash of the Polaroid ... Pulling out of her mouth, you can see the string of precum trailing from the end of your cock to her wet, red lips ... as you lay beside her, inches from her small breasts, you decide to give her some "body art" in the form of a circle of hickies around each of her nipples ... you start slowly, again watching for any movement, but the alcohol has rendered her totally unconscious.

You start with the right breasts, spending a couple of minutes on each small area, then move on an inch further, repeating. After about 10-12 minutes you look at your handiwork ... her right breast is covered with a circle of deep red, angry looking welts about the size of a dime, so close together they almost touch, framing her nipple. You repeat the process on her left breast, the idea causing you to almost moan from the pressure in your hard cock, which you constantly rub against her smooth thigh and hip as you suck the breasts violently. You move down her body, repeating the same activity on the insides of her thighs, leaving a half dozen welts on the inside of each one.

Her smell is intoxicating, and you cannot resist licking the hairy slit, your saliva wetting its length and causing her body to tense, but nothing more. You smile, an idea coming to you ... you rise, and walk to the bathroom, searching through her stuff for what you need ... returning to the bedroom, you stare at her vulnerable position, then kneeling in front of her crotch, start cutting off her pubic hair with the scissors, as close as you can to her soft skin. You quickly reduce her once thick patch of hair, to a small area of stubble ... using her hair gel, you lather the stubble, then using her own razor, carefully scrape away all of the rough hairs. She is so drunk that she does not even know she is being violated this way, barely moving as you scrape away at her most sensitive area.

As you wipe away the gel and stubble with the washcloth you brought back into the room with you, you are rewarded with the sight of a clean shaven, bare pussy, the skin around it pink with the recent activity, and making her look younger and more innocent somehow. Her little clit is visible at the top of the cleft, aroused by the motion of the cloth as you wiped her clean. You settle in between her legs again, your tongue moving back to taste her, the slight musky smell driving you wild, and you watch as her small hips twitch and lift as you let your tongue slip inside of her for a moment ... you can almost taste a salty liquid, not placing it for a moment, then another drop, then realizing that she drank constantly for 2 1/2 hrs and did not go to the washroom realize what is about to happen ... you move back slightly just as a stream of pee shoots out of her bare slit, the stream arcing upward and leaving a trail on the foot of the bed, and the carpet behind you ... you watch as it slows, and leaves a few drops on her thighs as it ends.

You are now even more horny than you were before and reach for the KY, pouring some in your hand and stroking up and down the length of your throbbing cock, and pouring some onto the slit, the clear liquid running into the slightly open slit and down over her asshole and onto the bed ... you climb up and guide your cock against the slit, leaning forward slightly, allowing the knob to start to part those thick, slick lips ... moving gently to avoid rousing her, you slowly allow your cock to slide deeper and deeper inside of her until your hairy balls are resting against the smooth round cheeks of her firm ass.

As you lean into her, burying it length into her, you hold there, feeling her body respond involuntarily and start squeezing and relaxing its grip, then squeezing again on your cock, milking it. You feel her thigh muscles as her cunt seemingly performs a silent workout on your cock ... you ease back, hearing her breath catch as you do, holding the thick knob at the entrance, before easing back in again ... reaching back, you grab the Polaroid and again snap a picture of your cock in her now bare cunt, making sure to catch her face, seemingly locked in orgasmic concentration ... only you know she was out cold when you took it! ... you watch her face, small involuntary reactions under her closed eyelids, small sounds escaping her as she slowly rocks back and forth, pressing against your hips with hers ... you feel the orgasm building inside of you as you feel her quicken her movements, still passed out, but reacting to the stimulation.

As you start to cum, you hear her quiet moans and feel her squeeze as she orgasms herself, the movement and sight causing you to start to pump your hot, slimy cum deep into her womb, filling her with your juices ... you slow and wait until you feel her relax and note her breathing return to normal, before pulling your still erect cock from her ... you wait a few moments, then gently roll her over onto her stomach, her breathing indicating she is still sound asleep ... you are amazed at how small her ass is, her buttocks small globes of round flesh, perfect handfuls awaiting exploration.

You kneel with your knees on either sides of her thighs, now closed and tight together, your hands grabbing soft ass cheeks, pulling them apart gently to expose the dark, pink little circle of muscle that marks the entrance to her tight ass ... somehow you know her hubby never got a piece of what you were about to fuck, and smile even more ... you guide your cock, still slick with her juices, and your own forward, until the end of your cock is pressed insistently against the small circle ... the camera flashes again as you pause at the entrance, then start to push forward ... you move slowly, feeling her resistance, waiting until the muscle relaxes before pushing forward again ... again the camera flashes as the knob slips into her ass, then you start to ease down on her back, allowing your weight to fall down onto her, your cock now sliding deep inside of her ass ... you feel the muscles start to tighten and feel her start to move around, trying to free herself of the painful shaft that has impaled her on its length, you hear her moan and start to protest as you start to lever deeper inside of her ... the drunken stupor keeps her from realizing what is happening totally, and keeps the resistance quiet, you feel the orgasm rising again, and with a final shove, bury your cock all the way into her, a small scream is heard from under you, your juices flooding her anus ... you stop moving, allowing your cock to start to shrink inside of her, feeling her struggling slow as the violation becomes less severe, then noticing as she starts to again mumble and slip back into unconsciousness.

You lie there, your cock deep inside of her, smelling the sweat and musk of your sex on her skin ... you stay there, aware of the increasing need to yourself get rid of a beer or two, as she had earlier ... smiling you figure, why get up?, and instead concentrate on relaxing and then sigh as you feel the first release of your urine, flooding her bowels with your hot piss, you feel the hot liquid filling the tight tunnel you are shoved into, the liquid hot against your skin ... she again struggles mildly at the sensation, then relaxes and goes back to sleep ... you pull back, watching the liquid spurt out slightly as you remove your cock from her ass ... you again take a picture and sorting through them, select one of the best ones, her hand holding your cock in her mouth, her face clearly visible ... you again roll her over onto her back, opening her legs and taking her hairbrush from the cosmetics bag, place it handle first deep in her still dripping cunt, placing her hand on the other end.

Stepping back you survey your handiwork ... her lipstick smeared from your cock being in her mouth, her breasts horribly marked with over a dozen painful looking areas of broken blood vessels from the hickies you had given her, similar marks on her thighs, and a clean shaven pussy where there was hair before ... she would have a hell of a time explaining any of this to her husband ... he decided to leave a couple of the pictures on the bed beside her to let her realize that she had looked to be a willing participant and that if she spoke of tonight, her husband may get the rest... losing her job would be the least of her worries wouldn't it...

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