by Keith Trimm
One in the afternoon, the room is filled to capacity and the lights fade down. The woman at the podium checks her microphone. “Hello guests, I’m glad to see a packed house today, I think you will find this to be a very good weekend. I hope you all got checked in and found your rooms.” The woman smiled and clicked on a PowerPoint that lit up the screen beside her. “I want to briefly go over the rules, I know many of you are returning guests so I’ll make this quick. Not too quick, these rules are very important. As you know, you are here to have a good time, a good time without your spouses who are at home thinking you are at a mental health retreat. The rules are as follows.”
She clicked her first slide. “Number one, at no time do you tell anyone outside of this room what you are doing. That should go without saying, but I will say it. It happens way too often. Two, at any time, you can leave, there are no refunds. Three, if you are unhappy with the hook up you are assigned, you can ask for another assignment once, if no one is available, you are out of luck, once again, no refunds. Three, you cannot force anyone to have sex with you, if you are rejected, you must end the hook up. We are all here for a good time, and you know why you are here. If you spoil this for someone else, you most likely won’t be invited to the next event. We want open minded people who are willing to take risks, not a bunch of picky spoiled crybabies.
You know coming into this that you get a random assignment on Saturday and another on Sunday. Don’t ruin this for your assigned partner. Four, anal sex is optional, and must be asked for special, the same for any fetishes. Standard vaginal sex and oral sex is always on the table. If you find your partner is unhygienic, you can request they bathe. Just find one of the staff to assist.”
A hand raised from the crowd. “I’ll take questions once I’m finished,” she said with a stupid grin. “And last, if a spouse shows up unexpectedly, there will be a call over the hotel intercom, “Lost luggage,” and the location. So if you hear “Lost luggage at the main desk,” go to the main desk if you are able and block that spouse from getting near their husband or wife. We need to give them a chance to get out of the hotel. Now, any questions?”
The same hand raised.
“Yes,” the speaker asked looking out into the audience.
A woman spoke up, “I thought we could fill out a slip with our preferences on it.”
“No, it’s totally random, we did a lottery this morning and made out assignments.”
“I went to one these where we pulled room key cards out of a basket.”
“We decided to speed things up this year and do that ahead of time, that way you don’t all have to get up and spend ten minutes fishing for cards”
“I don’t like the changes, that was part of the fun,” the woman said.
“Sorry, that decision was made at the top. Any other questions?”
Two hands popped up, she called on a man off to the right. “This is my first time here at one of these things, and I don’t know how to say this in public, but my dick is pretty huge and hurts most women. I don’t think a lottery is going to work.”
“See me after the meeting alright?” the speaker said and moved on to the next man in the far back center. “Yeah, this pamphlet I got at the door doesn’t say a lot, I mean, how many times do I get to fuck the woman I get?”
“That’s up to you to decide, this isn’t rape camp, and you are adults.”
“For a thousand bucks, I better be getting pussy all day and night,” the man said pissed.
“This is a sex hook up weekend, nothing is guaranteed. We partner you up with someone on each day and it’s up to you to do what you want. If either refuses to do anything at all, they are asked to leave with no refund. That is their incentive to comply with the guidelines”
“Now their guidelines? They used to be rules.”
“This is also not slave camp, all we do is put likeminded people together and let the magic begin.”
“This sucks,” The man said, “If I’d of known that, I would have saved my money for the other program in Houston.”
“Sorry, we don’t offer kids to pedophiles or work in sex trafficking.”
The man shut up.
“Any more questions?” she asked.
“Do you offer a gay or lesbian weekend?” a woman asked.
“See me after this program,” the speaker said. Nobody else spoke up. “Ok, you’re assignments are posted on the wall at the back, match the number on the back of your I.D. badge with the number posted next to it. All the men are in blue, all the ladies are in pink. Have fun.”
The speaker stepped away from the podium and the crowd headed back to the list to find their sexual partner for the evening. Bob, Chad and Cindy followed and got in line. For thirty minutes they waited to get their match. Then Bob spoke up, “This would have been faster if they would have let us pick the numbers out of a box. Whoever’s in charge here is a fucking idiot”
“This is fun,” Cindy said. “I can’t wait to get my match.”
“What?” Bob said. “Did you forget the reason why we came here?”
“I thought you were joking,” Cindy said.
Bob pulled Cindy over to the side where no one would hear them talking. “We are here to put an end to this vile practice, not take part in it.”
“But I’m not married,” Cindy said.
“No, but the man you match up with will be.”
“It’s not my fault he’s married,” Cindy replied.
“Get your match and meet me by the check in desk. Whatever you do, don’t find the guy until I tell you too, ok?”
Cindy sulked away disappointed. She really wanted to hook up with an anonymous man and have a weekend full of sex. Now she didn’t know what she was doing, and it cost her a grand.
The three finally made their way to the list on the wall and grabbed a slip of paper off the table and wrote down their match. At this time they were supposed to turn over their I.D. badges and expose what number they had so their partner could locate them. Bob said no and all three left the convention hall and walked over to the check in desk.
“There’s going to be three very disappointed people back there if we don’t go back and hook up,” Chad said.
“Fuck them, they should be home with their spouses, not running around here like a bunch of horny fucks,” Bob said.
“What do you plan to do?” Chad asked.
“Simple, how do you get revenge on a hundred cheating liars?” Bob asked.
“Tell their husbands and wives?” Cindy replied.
“Exactly,” Bob replied.
“How do you plan to do that? There are a hundred people, and you don’t have any of their contact information.”
“I don’t need it, the cover for this is a mental health weekend. Once we expose it for what it really is, everyone will know what’s going on.”
“That mean’s getting a lot of publicity, how do you plan to do that?” Chad asked.
“Easy, we kill a few of the fucks and get this place on the news. Once the story is in the media, the family members at home will find out and come a running.”
“Killing?” Cindy asked.
“You don’t have to, I’ll take care of that, you’re job is to make sure that when the news reporters show up that they get all the right information. In other words, you tell them what’s going on here. Seek them out, find them and give them the story of a lifetime.”
“Why would they believe me?” Cindy asked.
“I’m going to get the leader, or one of the top people and hold them up in a room, send the reporters in and I’ll make them talk,” Chad said.
“When do you want to do this?” Chad asked.
“Tonight, around ten, by then the rooms should be filled with happy cheating fuckers going at it. Can you imagine? Exposing a hundred cheaters all at once?” Bob said with a grin.
“Ninety seven,” Cindy said. “What should I do about my hook up? He’s in there looking for me.”
“If you’re with m
e, you’ll leave him hanging for a while. Invite him up to your room and talk him to death. Keep your clothes on until you hear sirens.”
“I wonder if we can switch partners?” Chad asked. “If Cindy was my partner, we wouldn’t have to worry about pissing off whoever we are assigned.”
“Good idea, go back in the conference room and find your matches, ask them if you can switch. Don’t tell the big wigs, just tell them you really want to fuck each other really bad.”
Both Chad and Cindy nodded in agreement. They returned to the main conference room which was almost empty now. It didn’t take long for them to find their partners.
“Switching isn’t allowed, “Bob heard from a woman behind the desk. It scared the piss out of him. He wondered how much of the conversation this lady had heard. He almost walked off without saying anything, but thought he’d better smooth things over before being turned in.
“I didn’t know that, “Bob lied.
“Yeah, it’s in your pamphlet.” the woman replied.
“Why is that?” Bob asked.
“It’s sort of like being the last one picked to play on a ball team, nobody wants to be the last one picked. This way everyone is treated the same and fairly.”
“But what if the woman I get is gross?” Bob asked.
“You take your chances, you could have stayed home and fucked your wife, or hired a prostitute, and instead you came here so you have to play by the rules.”
“Are you one of the people in charge of this operation?” Bob asked.
“No, I’m a desk clerk here, they have these things here about every three months. I’ve worked enough of them to know what’s going on.”
“Have you ever told anyone what goes on?”
“Not if I want to keep my job,” she replied with a smile.
Chapter 14
Film at Eleven
Cindy sat on the bed in her bra and panties waiting for her match to come out of the bathroom, he was a short Asian man about one hundred and fifty pounds. She looked at herself in the mirror and admired herself laying on the hotel bed. She ran her fingers up and down her stomach making sex faces at herself when she noticed the man walk out of the bathroom and stand watching her like she was putting on a play. Startled, she turned to the man and put her hand down to her side. “Are you ready?” she asked.
With a disappointed look on his face, the Asian man said, “Sure, “his name was Allen and he crawled onto the bed.
“I have a whole list of things I want you to do to me,” she said. Obviously she had no intentions of sticking with Bob’s plan and was willing to pleasure herself no matter what. “First, I want you to suck on both my nipples and pull my hair at the same time.” Allen moved over and put his lips around Cindy’s left nipple and reached for her hair. She moaned before he grabbed anything. “Pull hard, don’t be a wimp, “she added.
Allen did as she said and pulled on her hair. He rolled his tongue around her huge nipple and sucked. She put her hands down between her legs and began stroking herself. By this time she was lying flat on the bed and getting off on Allen and what he was doing to her. “Now, get out your cock and titty fuck me,” she said.
Allen moved and tried to straddle her huge belly. His knees didn’t touch the bed and he rode her like a cow. He shoved his cock between her breasts and she squeezed tight. “Fuck me hard, if you cum that’s fine, I like to get shot in the face.” she said.
Allen stroked back and forth between her huge tits. He held on to them to keep his balance and watched the huge woman moan and groan. “How’s that?” he asked.
“I wish you had a bigger dick,” she said.
“Sorry,” Allen said.
“Me too, I might have to have you fist me later. I like to really feel it in my pussy. I think you might get lost in there.” Cindy said.
“How long do you want me to do this?” Allen asked continuing to titty fuck Cindy.
“That’s enough, time for something new.” she said reaching for a beer bottle on the night stand. She got on all fours and stuck her butt up into the air. “Shove that up my pussy and fuck me with it,” she said.
Allen searched for her pussy hole in all the fat and pushed the bottle inside until it was almost lost. He pulled it out and thrust it back in repeatedly monitoring Cindy to see if she liked what he was doing. He noticed she had her eyes closed and then noticed a strong odor emanating from her pussy. The bottle began to slide in and out with ease now as she got wet, so wet that she began to dribble down her legs and leave stains on the bed sheets.
“Don’t mind that,” she said. “I always dribble like that. I have to change my whole bedding after I masturbate.”
“Nice to know,” Allen said.
“Rub my clit while you do that,” Cindy said.
“I can’t, I have to use both hands to hold the bottle or it will slide out of my hand.”
“Fuck, use your mouth then.”
Allen tried to turn his head around and get under the bottle but Cindy’s fat legs were too wide to let him in. “I can’t, there’s no room.”
“Is that a fat joke?” she asked.
“No, I can’t get between your legs, sorry.”
“Stop, stop it I said!” Cindy blurted out pissed. She rolled over onto her back. “I didn’t make fun of you because you had a little dick, or because you’re a short fucker with a weird face. Nobody makes fun of my body, nobody!”
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to offend you.”
“Get your cock over here,” she said holding out her hand. Allen moved over and Cindy grabbed Allen’s cock like a toothbrush and shoved it in her mouth. She gobbled it and slobbered on it like it was a dick Popsicle.
“Ouch!” Allen said as she devoured his cock. “That hurts.”
“What hurts?” Cindy asked. “I give awesome head.”
“You keep scraping me with your teeth” Allen replied thinking she might try to eat it.
Cindy stopped and pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Quit bitching, I bet your wife doesn’t even give head. Does she?”
Allen said nothing. He knew she was right or he wouldn’t have paid one thousand dollars to be here. Then he replied, “All I ask is that you be careful.”
Cindy looked Allen in the eye and put his dick back in her mouth. She stroked it back and forth and watched Allen close his eyes and smile. She knew what she was doing. She figured he didn’t get much at home so he would blow at any time. She needed to figure out where she wanted it to land. Then it was too late, Allen blew his wad in her mouth and cum shot out. She took his cock out of her mouth and he shot a squirt in her eye.
Cindy let the cum sit and swished it in her mouth. Savored every drop and swallowed slowly. Then she wiped the cum from her eye. “You have to be ready to go again in an hour, can you be ready by then?” she asked.
Then she heard something, three popping sounds in a row. What was it? She wondered. Then two more popping sounds and the sound of people screaming and running down the corridor past her door. She heard a bang on her door and Bob’s voice, “It’s started, get ready for the reporters to show up!” Then he was gone.
“What was that?” Allen asked.
“A friend of mine.”
“That sounded like gunshots!”
“Probably was,” Cindy replied.
“What is going on?” Allen asked.
“Bob is shooting up the place,” she replied as she pulled her panties back on. “You might want to get dressed.”
“Who’s he shooting?”
“Right now? Anyone he can.”
“What’s going on?” Alan asked.
Cindy sat and looked at herself in the mirror for a second. She saw a cum drip on her chin, dabbed it off with her finger and put it in her mouth. “Bob’s out to make a point, he has to kill a few folks to make it,” she replied.
“And what point is that?” Allen asked looking out the hotel room window.
“Bob hates cheaters, hates them to death.”
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“What does what I do matter to him?” Allen asked.
“He sees it as a continuation of what his mother did to his father.”
“This sounds like an episode of Dr. Phil.”
“Well, he’s a smart man, when the police get here, they’re going to want to interview all the hotel guests, and guess what? When the truth comes out what this convention really is, a lot of husbands and wives will be calling, and driving down here to see for themselves what’s going on. A lot of cheaters will be exposed tonight.”
“Holy fuck,” Allen said. “I can’t get caught.”
“Why not?”
“My father in law would have me beaten,” Allen replied.
“You probably deserve it, how bad can it be?”
Allen looked out the window with a blank stare.
“How about your wife?” Cindy asked.
“She looks like you, acts like you, you might as well be my wife.”
“You’re not scared that she finds out?” Cindy asked.
“No, she’s a fat stupid fuck. Her father on the other hand could make my life very difficult.
“More than a beating?”
“A lot more,” Allen said sitting on the bed.
“I have to say I’m not exactly sorry for you. You did say your vows in front of the church and God.”
“My life sucks,” Allen said.
“Don’t be so depressed, you could have hired a hooker for thirty bucks and skipped the trip up here.”
“I do that all the time, I wanted something different. I’m tired of fucking girls in my car. I wanted a nice bed in a clean room for once.”
The sounds of sirens and emergency vehicles could be heard through the walls and both Cindy and Allen knew they’d both be questioned.
Cindy walked over to the door and opened it. She stepped out into the hall dressed only in her panties. She wanted to see what was going on so she headed down the hall waddling like a penguin. In the distance she heard an occasional shot but otherwise the sirens were the only sounds she heard. She walked to the end of the hall and headed down the staircase to the first floor. There she walked past the indoor pool and found herself in the main lobby. It was there she saw the police cars flashing their lights in the parking lot and a crowd of people watching from the street.
