Room 351: Mr & Mrs Hunter.

Oh, a couple, I'm thinking, slightly surprised, but I open my door and head out to the lift to begin my first day officially as a hotel whore maid.

As I reach the lift, three couples are standing there waiting. They all turn to look at me, the men’s eyes opening wide, staring at my nipples, which are poking through the fine, sheer material of the dress.

I can hear one of the women whisper the word slut to another, who just nods her head.

The third woman seems as mesmerised by my dress as the men. She is staring intently at my whole body.

The lift arrives, and we all get in. They press the button for the fourth floor, so I ask the man nearest the buttons, “Can you press the third floor for me, please? I have rooms to service there, thank you.” I smirk to myself as I see the looks of disgust from the two women who called me a slut previously.

He is with the woman who keeps looking at me, and she says to me jokingly, “Maybe you could come service our room later?” She gives a slight laugh, blushes, and holds his arm tightly. The other two women give a disgusted look at her comment.

The lift stops, and as the doors open, I give that couple a mischievous grin and whisper in her ear as I pass her, “Go to reception and ask for Tom; tell him you need the maid's special services.” I step out of the lift and head along the corridor towards room 351.

At the door, I knock and shout, “Room service.” No reply, so I place my card in the lock and open the door.

I am surprised by what I see.

Lying out, naked and cuffed, spread-eagled on the bed, is a woman, whom I presume is Mrs Hunter. A blindfold covers her eyes.

A man is sitting in a chair, also naked.

He sees me and stands. “You must be Evelyn,” he says.

He points to the woman on the bed. “This is my wife, Karen; you are to pleasure her and use her however you wish. I've been told you are such a dirty whore. Are you?”

“Sir has been training me to be his obedient dirty little whore, and I'm sure you will be pleased how well he has trained me so far, Mr Hunter,” I say confidently, even surprising myself.

“Good, I'm glad to know that, Evelyn,” he smiles at me now.

Whilst I always tingle every time I am called slut or whore, my body seems to quiver more when my name is used, knowing that they all know who I am.

Mr Hunter then speaks again, “You can use anything on the table on her, Evelyn.”

I look over at the table and see there is an assortment of dildos, vibrators, and a strap-on harness too.

“Thank you, Mr Hunter,” I say.

This is new to me, as I am to be the one to use another woman rather than be used myself.

So I climb on the bed and begin by kissing Karen on the mouth. I feel her lips respond to my kisses as our tongues intertwine. My hands run over her upper body and gently squeeze and knead her heavy breasts as we kiss.

Mr Hunter sits back down on the chair and watches us.

Karen’s nipples begin to harden as I start to kiss and nibble at her neck (I know this drives me crazy when it's done to me). This seems to have the same effect on Karen as it does on me, as she begins to squirm and moan loudly.

My lips trace down from her neck towards her breasts, which I suck and then bite on the flesh of her full breasts, leaving little red marks all over them.

As I look over towards Mr Hunter, I can see he is stroking his cock as he watches me with his wife.

I quickly sink my red lipstick lips over Karen’s hard, erect nipples, sucking each one in turn. I then clamp my teeth around the nipple and pull it out away from her breast, making Karen squeal out in pain.

“Oh fuck, you definitely are a nasty whore, Evelyn,“ Mr Hunter says, laughing.

Now my fingers travel down over her stomach, finding her clit, which I pinch between my finger and thumb, before I begin to rub her clit with my fingers, and pinch it tightly again. The sounds Karen makes are a mixture of pain and pleasure.

This does feel so strange, as until now, it is always me who has pain inflicted upon my body.

I slip my finger inside Karen’s pussy and find that she is soaking wet.

I get off the bed, pick up the double-ended dildo from the table. As I return to the bed, I slide one end in Karen’s pussy, pushing it in deep, before I slip the other end in my own wet cunt.

I slowly begin to grind my cunt on the dildo, feeling it push deeper and deeper each time in both our cunts until my pussy lips touch against Karen's.

I now push my cunt back and forth on the dildo, grinding myself against Karen’s every time, making us both moan with pleasure with each thrust.

We are both soon flowing with juices and screaming out as both have huge orgasms, making our bodies shake.

Mr Hunter walks over to the bed, removes the blindfold from his wife’s eyes and kisses her. He then undoes her cuffs as we both then free ourselves from the double-ended dildo.

“Evelyn definitely is a good little whore, isn't she, Karen darling?” he asks his wife.

“Oh god, honey, she's amazing. I've not cum like that for so long,” Karen says with a smile.

“I think we should use the whore now, honey, whilst we have the chance,” Mr Hunter says to his wife. “Go put the strap-on around your waist, with the largest cock, Karen,” he orders her.

“Evelyn, lie down over the bed with your legs over the side," he now orders me.

I do as ordered, with my ass now on the edge of the bed.

Karen comes back wearing the strap-on with a cock attached, which looks about 10" long and thick.

She gets between my legs and rubs the tip of the cock over my wet cunt lips, coating it in my juices.

Then, gently, she slowly pushes the head against my pussy lips, and I then feel my cunt opening and being royally stretched as the cock enters me.

“OH Fuck, Jesus god,” I moan loudly as Karen pushes the head deeper into my cunt now.

“Fucking hell, she's going to take it all, honey,” Mr Hunter says to his wife in surprise. “Fuck the dirty whore, and don't show her any mercy, Karen," he then tells her.

Karen begins to pump that cock in and out of my now ravaged cunt, stretching me as wide as it has ever been so far with the huge strap-on cock.

I am cumming and squirt my juices all around the cock.

Karen stops with the cock embedded deep in my cunt. She leans down over me as she spreads her legs wider.

Her husband then slides his hard cock in his wife’s pussy and begins fucking her, pushing the strap-on cock inside me again as he does.

Karen finds his rhythm and pulls up at the same time he does, then plunges the cock back in my cunt in tandem with his thrusts in her pussy.

I know none of us, especially me, are going to last long with this going on. And I am correct, as I am the first to cum.

My whole body shakes with the force of the orgasm flowing through my body. My words are incoherent as I scream and moan so loudly.

It is only a matter of time before I hear Mr Hunter moan out, “Oh fuck, I'm cumming, honey,” as I feel them both shudder above me and both cum together as he fills his wife with his cum.

Once we all manage to come down from the highs of our orgasms, Karen slips out of my cunt, leaving it feeling like a gaping, huge hole.

They both thank me, both kiss me passionately.

I am still a bit unsteady on my feet from the fucking I've just taken, as I leave their room and head back to the lift, my hand on the wall to steady me as I walk.

I look dishevelled, and anyone can tell, I'm sure, that I've just been fucked.

The lift stops on my floor, and as the doors open, it is occupied. I step in.

I realise that it is the same young couple from previously, the one woman in the group who wasn't derogatory to me.

Again, they both stare at me; I'm a dishevelled mess, though.

It's the young woman who speaks, “I’m sorry about our friends earlier; they are both just such prudes.”

I smile back at her. “Oh, that's okay, no need to apologise for them; they were only saying what they saw, and yes, I am a slut, I know that, and I'm proud that I am now. My Sir has taught me to embrace what and who I am.”

I see her bite her bottom lip as she replies, “I wish I had your confidence to embrace my slut side more.” Her face reddens as she looks at who I assume is her husband, as I notice she's wearing a wedding ring. He looks at her, his jaw open, as it is obvious she's never discussed these thoughts with him. Well, not until now.

“Well, you're young and with support from your husband, I'm sure you could be whoever you wish,” I tell her.

She smiles at me before asking, “Would you like to join us for a drink?”

Replying, I say, “I’d love to, but I need to clean up, and then I have other rooms that I need to service before I finish work at 8 pm tonight.”

“Well, if you're free when you finish work, you can come to our room for a drink if you wish. I’d love to talk more,” the woman says.

“I can't promise, as things may change through the day, but if I'm free, I’d love to,” I say as I look at the husband. “If that's okay with you too?”

“Oh God, yes,” is all he manages to say.

“I’m Evelyn”, I say to her, “And I definitely will try to join you for a drink after I finish work at 8. What’s your room number?”

She gives a smile now, “Room 444. I’m Susan, and this is my husband Derek. Hope we see you later then.”

As the lift stops, I lean in and give Susan a soft kiss on the lips, which I'm sure surprises Derek.

I leave the lift to head back to room 110 to freshen up before heading to my next room. They don't leave the lift but press the fourth floor button, obviously deciding to return to their room.

Giggling to myself, I think I know why.