It was late past midnight when Melissa finally got to town. Four hours in a small roaring bus – and she was there, standing in the middle of some street and not knowing what to do. Theoretically, her sister was supposed to come and meet her – but her husband got into some car accident and now Mary was in the hospital with him, worrying about his bumps and scratches. So no one cared about Melissa – mainly because she herself assured Mary that she’s gonna be fine staying in some hotel for a night. Melissa thought that she should be sorry for sister’s husband – but they didn’t get along very well, and besides nothing terrible happened to him. Doctors wanted to make sure that he’s going to be all right, and Melissa was in no mood for watching how her sister is running around that coward, who would probably play deadly wounded hero. So – a hotel it would be.
But where is she supposed to find one? She asked for directions from some passer-by, and he just pointed to a street on the left. She had no choice but to go there. The town was almost deserted at this hour, only some whores stood at the side of the road, hopelessly trying to earn something tonight. Melissa had no desire to be mistaken for one of them, so she quickly went to find a place to stay. And luckily, soon she found one. Wait, did I say “luckily”? Melissa surely didn’t think so.
The building looked like it was built centuries ago and survived in a nuclear war. The walls looked like they are going to shatter every second. Some guy sold crack to the junkies right in front of it. The neon letters above said “pardse”, which someday was meant to say “paradise”. All the windows of the first floor were broken, and there were many rude words on the door. It looked like the less wanted type of hotel for Melissa, but she really didn’t want to go and search for some other ones at this time, especially when there is no guarantee that the other one would be better. Melissa just thought hopelessly, that it’s probably very cheap, and opened the door.
The receptionist was a tall black man with a beard. He looked like he is also there for a security guard. Melissa looked around – inside the whole thing didn’t look much better. The receptionist smiled at her, though, and she thought that really, it’s better than sleeping on the park bench. She asked how much is the room for a night; it certainly was even cheaper than she expected. She got the key and went to the second floor, where her apartment was. The steps creaked loudly, and, of course, there was no elevator. Finally she reached the door with number ten on it. Melissa inserted the key into the keyhole and tried to turn it, but, apparently, there was no need for that – the door was thin as paper, and it seemed that one could open it with a simple kick. Melissa didn’t like this fact at all – to stay at that kind of place with a door practically open should be counted as a suicide. She damned her sister, sister’s husband and all the car crashes in the world, and then entered the room.
To her surprise, it wasn’t that bad. Bed sheets were old, but clean. There was a large purple stain on the carpet, but it looked like it’s been there for ages and the owners tried to wash it out many times, still unsuccessfully. There was a bulb missing it the lamp on the ceiling, but the on one the night table worked properly and she couldn’t ask for more. Melissa opened the window a little, so fresh air would fill the room, and closed the curtains. She went to check the bathroom – there was no towel. Melissa returned to the room and checked carefully it there were any insects. There weren’t any. There were some small holes in the corners of the room – seemed like these were made by mice. Melissa wasn’t afraid of mice – and still, they are better than cockroaches or something like that. All in all, this small expertise left her quite satisfied – from the first sight everything seemed much, much worse. She checked her watch – it was 3am. She had plenty of time to get some sleep – the bus ride made her extremely tired. She undressed herself, laid on the bed and turned off the light.
And, naturally, she couldn’t get any sleep. A police car wailed somewhere outside; Melissa had a feeling like she was trapped in a box. From the left wall, you could hear someone arguing loudly, screaming and breaking things. Behind the right wall a marvelous sex scene unraveled: the woman was shouting like she was cumming constantly, and Melissa could swear she hears how the bed moves rhythmically underneath the lucky pair. She tried to count the sheep, but soon realized it was quite stupid. It wasn’t until someone started marching through the corridor, slamming doors, when she understood that she had enough. She sat up on the bed and turned on the light. Only half an hour passed. She went through her bag and took out the bottle of homemade wine that she brought as a present to her sister. She opened it, taking a sip and gulping the cold liquid. The room was incredibly hot; Melissa felt like the air is boiling, and taking off the rest of the underwear didn’t help at all. She sat there naked, drinking wine, hoping that she would get drunk and fall asleep. The first part of the plan went good, but sleep still didn’t come. She emptied half of the bottle, turned the light off again and lied there for some time. It was getting ridiculous. “Maybe I could get some sleeping pills at the receptionist’s?”, - Melissa thought desperately, he must have some kind of medicaments. She got up, put her coat right onto her bare body, closed it carefully and went downstairs.
The receptionist was very friendly. He looked at Melissa’s coat, clearly aware that she got nothing underneath it, and smiled gloomily, but preferred to say nothing. Instead, he just offered her some of his own sleeping pills and expressed his sympathy – clearly, insomnia was an unpleasant friend of his. “It’s not recommended to mix it with alcohol. You weren’t drinking, were you?” he asked, looking at her with suspicion. Melissa thought that she should smell strongly of wine, so she assured him that she was sore and innocent, thanked for help and went to her room. There she drank a pair of pills after deciding that nothing wrong would happen if she just had a little wine. And, to her surprise, she became sleepy almost immediately. Alcohol must have doubled the effect of the drug, and soon Melissa was fast asleep, her bare body spread freely right on the sheets.
And of course, she didn’t hear how two men were walking up and down the corridor. They were drunk and couldn’t find their apartment, where their friend awaited for them with girls and whiskey. So, they decided that it they would slam each and every door on the floor, they would find the right one. The more curses they got from behind the doors, the more excited they seemed to become. And when it came to Melissa’s room, they slammed the door with a great might, and to surprise that it flew open almost immediately.
Amazed, they watched a naked woman on the bed, who didn’t mind them disturbing her, because she was still asleep. Alcohol made the pair of them very brave: they went to the room, making sure that she really was there alone. One of them decided to make a joke so she would wake up, and rubbed her nipple. Nothing. Unable to believe his luck, one of them started undressing feverishly, but the other told him to stop. He then spread Melissa’s legs wide, stood on his knees and began licking girl’s slit, which soon became moist and ready for some action. The drops filling his mouth were sweeter when old wine.
Holding the girl’s hips tight, the man couldn’t tear his lips of the tasty vagina. Melissa moaned through the slumber, but nothing more showed she was aware of the intrusion. The other man was watching her spread body, curving out while his buddy cleaned the girl’s pussy with his tongue. The dick of the second man also desired to brake free and to venture into the moist hole. After all, this sleeping beauty had three of them! After some hesitation – his mind was fogged with alcohol – he decided to make the girl taste brand new flavored lollypop called the penis. He pulled down his dirty trousers and pressed his cock against Melissa’s cheek, having sat on the bed, near her. Her round breasts were calling his hands to palm them, and so he did, squeezing the nipples. Massaging the tits, he plunged the rock-hard cock into her mouth…
Melissa didn’t show any resistance. It seemed she even like the things, which were done to her without even asking permission. Her clit was stimulated faster with every moment, as good as the cock, sliding between her wet lips. The moonlight was lighting the scene of absolute lechery, making it look somewhat surrealistic. One was pleasing his victim, and the other was satisfying himself. Hearing the moans, the mouth fucking man strained, and feeling he was going to cum soon, pulled his penis out – the mind had not completely left his head, and he understood, that if he didn’t do it, the girl could easily choke with his semen.
- Hey, buddy, she’s hot! Never felt such lips before! Stop eating her pussy, come on let’s fuck this slut for real now!
- Hey, you’re right! Choose the hole my friend!
- I think I’ll take her juicy ass! Be the first to penetrate her pussy – you spent to much time preparing her clit for the forthcoming penetration!
The one, who was swallowing the girl’s juices, now threw away his jeans, uncovering his cock, which turned out to be squeezed with the man’s right hand – he seemed to be wanking all the time!
He stood up, and took also Melissa’s breathless body, so that the only thing, on which she was “hanging| turned out to be his dick, plunged deep into her womb. The other guy didn’t make the pair wait for long. In the next moment he was trying to push the red tip inside the girl’s anus. It was hard, it seemed that she had never had such an experience before. But with a little help of saliva and strong pressure, the drunk man, staying ignorant to Melissa’s moans, which became much more louder (she still couldn’t overcome the sleepiness, caused by the deadly mixture of alcohol and drugs) continued widening her ass. Soon his cock was moving like a plunge, pumping her from the inside. With great pleasure he felt his buddy’s dick, fucking Melissa behind the thin partition. The one, fucking the girl’s pussy was holding her hips, so she couldn’t move anywhere but up or down. The other palmed her breasts and didn’t let them out, until he decided the yelping woman’s buttocks to be the best aim for his filthy fingers…
The moans of the fucked girl couldn’t disturb anybody in this hotel – the alcoholics were doing their dirty deeds without getting worried of the safety at all. But one of the finally changed his mind about that question – was it the desire of feeling the girl’s lips, or he just wanted to shut her up, but suddenly, the pussy fucker put his fingers to Melissa’s mouth. The view of her sucking it made him turn on more and more. Few moves of his pelvis, more brutal and rapid ones, and he cummed, filling the girl’s long-suffering pussy with thick sperm. Exhausted he sat to the bed, and continued watching the other one throwing the unconscious girl down and going on fucking her buttocks…
Well, soon it came the turn of the other boon companion to spill the cum. The last move he did before sitting back to the bed was pressing his dick in with all his weight. Semen went inside like through a high-pressure pipe…
Melissa had woken up only in the morning, when the sun was lighting all the room. To her won surprise she felt herself quite like if she had a good night rest!
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