I whimpered a little in protest. Okay, fine more than a little, but the point is that I did actually pick up my laptop and head back to Grim’s room. Grim was still in the bathroom, so I made myself comfortable, or at least as comfortable as I could be considering my hoo-ha was practically begging me to head back to Penny. I was so turned on that it wasn’t even funny. Which made the next two minutes of my life either a really wonderful thing or a truly terrible thing, depending on your perspective.
Grim was in the bathroom, and whatever he’d eaten was staging a full revolution. I heard him in there. Sometimes, comedies use fart sounds, and diarrhea sounds in place of jokes. They can actually be funny when done right. The bean scene in Blazing Saddles is a great case of doing the fart joke right. More often than not, a fart joke really just isn’t that funny. That being said, what I heard from Grim’s bathroom was…comically horrible. It lasted a full two minutes. I say this was a wonderful thing because it completely drove away any arousal I might have had, but it was a bad thing because sometime that bathroom door was going to have to open, and all that horribleness was going to claw its way into this room, and up my nose. Oh, the things I do for friendship.
While Grim was making unholy sounds in the next room, I took a look around. This room was designed to look like the inside of a barn, which was probably pretty appropriate, since I’d probably have the misfortune of smelling manure in a few minutes.
I popped open my computer and started tinkering. It’s how I pass time when I’m bored. First I did the usual. I checked to see if there was a movie on Amazon that I wanted to rent. No such luck though. I nearly rented a romance, but I decided Grim probably wasn’t going to be in the mood to put up with a sappy love story. Considering everything that had happened today, all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and hide.
It was shocking to know that Grim’s been with men. I just couldn’t see him like that. Maybe I’m just too…prudish? Whatever the reason, Grim had a clear preference for women. It just made me a little uncomfortable to think that he’d done those kinds of things. I mean, I didn’t really have a problem with him doing that. I’m not his mother, and he certainly doesn’t have to ask my permission, but it just seems so out of his character. It felt like I just learned Mickey Mouse was a racist, Superman was a serial killer, or that Obi-Wan Kenobi used the Jedi mind trick to get girls.
It was then that I stumbled across a faint Wi-Fi signal. Curiosity got the better of me, and so a few keystrokes later…I was in. Of course it took me a few minutes to figure out what I was in exactly. First I examined the Wi-Fi signal, and the information being transported. I soon realized that I was watching camera feeds. Not just any camera feeds either, these were camera feeds for the hotel. Again, curiosity got the better of me. What can I say? I’m a curious girl.
Inspecting a little further, I started trying to tap into the camera feeds. It didn’t take long. I think that no one expected them to be found. I gave myself a little happy wiggle, and a pat on the back for getting into their system so easily. It took me a few moments to really orientate myself to the feed, but I figured I had nothing but time on my side. Grim was on his knees in front of the toilet, face down, and making what can only be called the mating sounds of two trash compactors. Yeah, he’s definitely not going anywhere soon, and I have a pretty weak stomach. Common sense dictates that I just stay here in the bedroom and wait for him to make his way out.
The cameras first came in looking like scrambled cable, but after a little keyboard magic I had them crystal clear. I was just stunned. I thought they might be security cameras, but instead they were live feeds from almost every room in the hotel. Hotels just wouldn’t do that because of the potential lawsuits. All the navigation was done by typing in the room number. So of course I checked this room first, and there I was. They say the camera puts on ten pounds, but I was pretty proud of myself. I’m a mood eater, and since my life improved so much, I’d really lost a lot of weight. I was curvy now, and all the curves were where they were supposed to be. A margarita or two, and I might just have the courage to step out in a swimsuit this summer. My hair had grown out a bit, and now hung to my shoulders. My bosom was quite ample, and now that I was definitely more curvy than roundish, it only made my chest look that much better. Even in my nightshirt, I had some serious lady lumps sticking out. I glanced up, and by checking the camera angle on my screen, I was able to find the camera. It was one of those clock cameras people use to watch their nannies and housekeepers. It wasn’t a cheap camera either. It had sound. I plugged in my earphones so that anything I heard wouldn’t tip off whomever was watching me on camera.
I suddenly felt very self-conscious. I pulled the blanket up to cover my girls, and then began scanning through the cameras. I probably should have alerted everyone when I first realized what was going on, but Penny had already made it clear that I’d be getting molested to epic proportions if I even thought about stepping out of this room. Personally, I thought that sounded like the best thing ever, but by the way Penny was talking…I decided that contrary to my own opinion, it might be best to stay hidden in this room.
Speaking of Penny…I tapped in her room number. There Penny was, and I felt a little jealous. Even on camera Penny looked amazing. I wasn’t complaining about my appearance, but let’s be honest. The little neck biter is in a league of her own. That being said, I wasn’t expecting her to be dressed like she was. Normally she’d be in something that fit her perfectly, and every detail would be…well perfect.
Now she was flopped out across the bed with her computer in her lap. Giant headphones practically swallowed her head whole. She was wearing a black nightshirt with two pink ribbons drawn over each breast, and then just below in pink lettering it said Save the Boobies. Penny was also wearing some black sleep pants with World of Warcraft logos all over them. Lodged firmly under one of her arms was Dr. Fluffenstein, her stuffed skunk. Rolled up into a ball behind her head like a pillow was one of Grim’s shirts. She left some of his shirt hanging loose, and every now and then she’d sniff the shirt and make an adorably contented sigh. So she was really missing the big lug.
I gave a glance over to the bathroom, and heard what sounded like Grim preparing to turn himself inside out. The more I thought about these cameras, the more concerned I got. Was this just a really determined pervert with a lot of time on his hands, or was it something to do with The Darkness. It seemed prudent to have some type of record of this, and so I inserted a flash drive and started trying to record the signal, and try to determine where it was all being sent.
I typed in Katy’s room, and al I received was static. Apparently Katy’s magic had already fried the surveillance, and so I moved on. I typed in Niki and Danika’s room, and saw way more than I really intended. I thought maybe they’d be chatting away, or goofing off. Maybe even sleeping since it was already so late.
Instead, what I saw took my breath away. Danika was on her hands and knees, and Niki was behind her. They were both completely nude except for Niki’s very large strapon, and currently the perky blonde was driving herself into her lover as hard and as fast as she possibly could. It was…beautiful. Niki slammed herself into Danika, and each time her pelvis slapped against Danika’s bottom there was the distinct sound of flesh striking flesh. I wanted to be respectful of their relationship and change the feed, but I just couldn’t. Danika was moaning, and clawing at the sheets. Niki had her lover’s hips in a firm grip, and her body undulated faster and faster until Danika grabbed a pillow and bit down on it just as she let out a wrenching scream that kept getting louder and taking a higher pitch as Niki moved even faster.
I thought that maybe Niki was hurting her, but then Danika’s muffled voice screeched out over my headphones, “I’m almost there…don’t…stop...oh please don’t stop!”
“It’s okay baby...let it out…just let it out…” Niki was encouraging her. The blonde had a sheen of sweat standing on her skin, and it was clear Niki couldn’t physically keep this p
ace up for much longer. Niki is in great shape, but even she could only go like this for so long. Danika must have sensed her lover starting to tire because she slipped her hand down between her thighs and began diddling herself with serious determination.
“Oh…oh…OHGAAAAAAAAWD!” Danika screamed into the pillow, and began to visibly spasm and twitch. Niki really leaned into her thrusts now, and each pump of her hips made Danika’s voice raise an octave until she was shrieking through her orgasm. I thought that would be it, but Niki didn’t stop, and in fact, somehow actually began to work faster.
Before long Danika was twitching again, and then she said raggedly between moans, “Oh god, I’m gonna….ngh!” Both of Danika’s hands gripped the pillow, and she froze for a good ten seconds. During that time she didn’t make a sound, and never moved except for the push that Niki’s thrusts gave her. It started slow. Danika rose up, and her voice sounded almost like a foghorn, but then it took on more definition. It slowly turned into a howl, tears of joy were running down Danika’s face, and then her body jerked as she finally toppled over into orgasm. There was a definite tearing sound, and suddenly feathers were floating through the air like little drunken angels.
Niki started laughing, “DD’s going to be pissed when she gets the bill for that pillow.” She pulled her strapon out of her lover and flopped onto her side. The bed swayed a little. Niki was physically exhausted, but she was practically beaming with joy.
“No, DD will be cool with it. She understands a girl has to get her freak on once in a while.” Danika turned around and kissed Niki passionately. Then she began tracing tiny teasing kisses on Niki’s neck, and then down into her cleavage.
“What are you up to?”
Danika snickered, “Two mind blowing orgasms, and it’s about time I return the favor.” By now she’d reached Niki’s bellybutton.
“But I’m so tired, and…oh…OH….Oh yeah right there! I guess I’m not that tired.” Niki laughed.
Danika’s head was buried between her fiancé’s thighs, and she was nibbling, kissing, and sucking for everything she was worth. It wasn’t long before Niki’s hips were already bucking wildly into the air. “Oh baby…don’t stop…don’t you…fucking…stop!” Niki threw her head back and gave a satisfied grunt.
“What? That’s it?” Danika said in frustration.
“Hey, I said I was tired. Come on, I have a hard time really getting off when I’m tired. You should just be glad you could give me a little one.” Niki smiled gently, and turned over to go to sleep.
“Oh hell no! You think you can rock my world and then I’m just going to let it go with that piddly excuse for an orgasm? Oh, it’s on now.” Danika reached down between Niki’s legs, and without even the slightest warning, she began pumping her fingers in and out.
Niki went to move, but Danika pinned her face down on the bed. “Oh no! I have a reputation to maintain here, dammit!” Danika kept working her fingers in and out, and Niki was clawing at the bed herself now.
“Oh, well someone is enjoying herself. Just look how wet you are. I could probably even add a third finger.” And apparently that’s exactly what she did because seconds later Niki was whimpering in arousal. I watched as Danika slowly moved herself into a better position. Then she lifted Niki’s hips up until the blonde was face down in the mattress, with her bottom lifted high up in the air.
Danika never stopped, and even started to pick up speed. “Uh-oh, someone’s starting to get close. I can feel you clenching around my fingers. Is my little Passion Flower about to cum?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Danika’s playfully teased.
“No.” Niki’s voice was ragged.
“No what?”
“No, don’t stop.” Niki groaned and tried to turn around to face her lover, but Danika just held her in place and pumped her fingers in faster.
“Say please.” Danika’s voice was gloating.
“Please.” Niki’s voice was just barely above a whisper.
“Say please let me cum.” Danika’s face was a grin from ear to ear. She was truly loving the power she had over Niki right now.
“Oh God…”
“Say it, or I’ll stop.” Danika teased.
“Please, let me cum.” Niki sounded desperate.
“Louder.”
“Please let me cum.”
“LOUDER!” Danika demanded, and gave Niki a sharp pop on her rump as an exclamation point.
“PLEASE LET…LET…L-L-L-L-ET…M-M-M-M-ME-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E…CUH-CUH-OHGODPLEASE!” Niki was turning frantic.
“SAY IT!” Danika barked.
“LET ME C-C-CUH-CUH-“ Danika’s hand was almost a blur now. “CUH-CUH-C-C-C-C-C!”
Niki’s voice sounded sputtered like an engine that was stalled. It made a lot of noise, but just couldn’t get started. Then her head shot up, and I could see her eyes open wide with shock as the knot that was her impending orgasm finally twisted and wound so tightly that it snapped. “CU-UM!” Her body shook, and she couldn’t control herself. The orgasmic wave that she was riding was just too great for her to control. It washed over her, and pulled her under. She kept climaxing, and Danika kept working her fingers into her wetness. Then as she started to come down, Danika flipped her over and buried her head between Niki’s quivering thighs one last time. Between her lips, tongue, and lightning fast fingers…Niki not only was being smashed by another orgasmic wave, but she was practically drowning in an ocean of her own pleasure.
Finally, Danika slowed down. Niki’s screeches subsided, and eventually Danika leaned back in bed and laughed, “Now, what did you learn?”
Niki was sprawled out on the bed, unable to move. “mmmmm-CUM.” Niki laughed, but it was weak and exhausted.
“You don’t understand a word that’s coming out of my mouth right now, do you?” Danika laughed.
“Mmmm…me go nappy nap now.” And without any further ado, Niki was out.
“I’m pretty sure that wasn’t the lesson…oh well, just means more tutoring later.” Danika chuckled as she leaned over to give Niki a kiss on her forehead. Niki sighed, curled into the crook of her lover’s arm, and almost immediately began snoring. Watching them have sex wasn’t exactly my most shining moment, but it was...well…woof. Danika’s lean, muscular body just seemed to fit perfectly with Niki’s softer curves. I watched a few more seconds, but when Danika started lazily stroking Niki’s breast, well, I had to find a different video feed. It was just too intimate. If I’d have kept watching then I wouldn’t have been able to look them in the eyes.
So they were enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking, and here I was sharing a room with a man that right now sounded like someone was strangling a moose. “Are you okay in there?” I asked.
“I’ve been bett-blaargh!” Eww! Grim just sounded horrible.
I went back to searching the feeds: guy sleeping, guy sleeping, couple sleeping, woman sleeping, empty room, couple sleeping, empty room, guy smoking weed, fat guy playing with himself…eww, nobody there, nobody there, little kids jumping on a bed, guy sleeping, empty bedroom, old couple snoring, some guy doing pushups, what the hell is that?
I watched as a man moved into the room. He was wearing a woman’s white button up shirt with a blue and white checker patterned dress, blue socks, and ruby slippers. It was as though Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz took steroids, and possibly played linebacker for the Chicago Bears. That was weird enough, but when three more men moved into the room my jaw dropped. They were each dressed like characters from the Wizard of Oz. Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion circled “Dorothy”. This had to be the strangest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. They even painted Tin Man silver. I just couldn’t look away. It was just freaky. “Dorothy” hopped onto the bed, “Tin Man” pulled down the front of his costume exposing himself, and “Scarecrow” flopped himself out right in front of “Dorothy”, and “Dorothy” just opened wide and swallowed him whole.
Meanwhile, “Cowardly L
ion” flipped “Dorothy’s” dress up, exposing his bare bottom. “Tin Man” reached into a basket and pulled out something in a little bottle. He handed it to “Cowardly Lion” who proceeded to squirt a glop of it onto “Dorothy’s” butt. “Cowardly Lion” then pulled himself out through a flap in the front of his costume, and stroked the last bit of lube onto his now swelling manhood.
“Scarecrow” was hard, and pulled himself out of “Dorothy’s” mouth. “Dorothy” was face down in the bed with “Tin Man” and “Scarecrow’s” penises in each hand. “Cowardly Lion” positioned himself behind her, and then slowly sank down into “Dorothy’s” sphincter. I couldn’t believe my own eyes. What kind of freaks have a Wizard of Oz gang bang? Of course, I guess another question would be, what kind of freak watches a Wizard of Oz gang bang? Well, just in case anyone comes in I better justify this somehow. I inserted a flash drive, and with a few key strokes I started recording the signal. Now if the signal is lost I can still use the flash drive to help relocate it, and if Grim walks in I can at least keep some shred of dignity and say I was investigating.
I know my eyes had to be bugging out of my head as “Dorothy” kept stroking both men. Meanwhile “Cowardly Lion” was pounding himself into Dorothy. “Cowardly Lion’s” eyes were clenched as he was nearing his own orgasm. He was grunting loudly with every thrust, and then he pushed himself as deeply inside “Dorothy” as he could and then sang, “If I were King of the Forest!” His voice was shaking. Once the orgasm was past, he pulled himself out and then flopped onto his back. By his position, and the moaning that “Dorothy” was making, I could only assume he was giving “Dorothy” a good old fashioned blowjob.
“Scarecrow” moved around to “Dorothy’s” mouth, and “Tin Man” moved behind “Dorothy”. They both began thrusting into “Dorothy” as fast as possible. Watching “Dorothy”, all I could think of was a rotisserie chicken. The men were driving towards their own individual climaxes. Their moans filled my earphones.
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