The Alpha

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Good morning, this is another little read for all of you. This one's called Night at the Free Use Hotel, found on Amazon. Sam's car drove idly around a bend in the road as it approached the entrance to the Pleasure Hotel.

His breath caught on his throats, and his cock hardened in his trousers. You couldn't wait to check in and see what the fuss was all about. This was it.

This was the first time he was actually going to take full advantage of the government's new free-use legislation, providing a growing number of slutty women to pleasure any man whenever and wherever he wanted, as if they knew exactly what he wanted. He spotted a gaggle of young women in tiny parties and bras stood giggling and blowing kisses at the car as he pulled into the car park. He grinned to himself as he expertly slid the car into space, turned it off and climbed elegantly out, scanning the door for the girls.

He caught a glimpse of them running back inside, laughing among themselves. Teasing him, he thought. I can be into that.

Makes it so much more fun when I catch them later. Sauntering up to the beautiful entrance, he thought to himself that this might be one of the best decisions he's ever made. On entering the hotel, Sam was faced with a majestic foyer, a huge room that seemed to be made almost entirely of glass and gold.

The group of girls from before was nowhere to be found, as he expected. No bother. He was sure he'd find them again later.

Pretty receptionists with curly brown hair and a cute button nose smiled wildly at him as he approached the desk. Hi, she said, all smiles. What can I do for you, sir? You can do a lot for me, he thought to himself.

He tried to hide his oncoming smirk. He flashed her a smile instead. Hi, I have a room booked for the next two nights, it's Mr.

Carter. She smiled back, almost knowingly. She found him attractive.

He could see it in the way she looked at him, and could hear it in her voice. Under different circumstances, he would have pursued it, but he'd only just arrived, and he wanted to, um, peruse for a bit first. Great.

Let me just check the system for you. She turned back to her computer. Was he imagining it, or did she just lean forward a little and press her teeth together? Fuck.

He was not going to last long in this place. Okay, you're on the system. You're in room number 316 on the third floor.

Here's your keycard, and I hope you enjoy your stay. He grinned at her cheekily and took the card. Oh, I'm sure I will.

Her cheeks turned slightly pink. Finding his way to the third floor, Sam opted to take the stairs spiralling around the foyer rather than take the lift. He wanted to see everything going on here.

In fact, he would have been disappointed if he couldn't see anything naughty happening around here. When he reached the landing of the second floor, he turned left on the stairs to wander around a little, just before continuing up. And as he rounded the corner where the lift was, its doors opened, and the sound of high-pitched moaning erupted near him.

He looked around, intrigued to find an attractive man in a business suit, standing with a slut in black lingerie kneeling at his feet. Another slut stood close by his side while he buried his face in her large, round tits. She was the one who was moaning loudly.

Sam made eye contact with her, and she winked at him until suddenly the man pinched one of her nipples between his fingers and her mouth and made a perfect O shape, her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. Sam continued walking, his semi pushing uncontrollably against his pants. Then, remembering that he was in a free-use hotel, he realised that he could loosen them, unbutton them, unzip the fly, whatever works.

He could probably even take his cock out and start stroking her until some slut came across him, got on her knees, just ready to take it. No, he shouldn't get too greedy too quickly. He'd always wanted to browse the goods here first, and he wanted to stick to that plan.

Even so, the first heard of the man, and the first thought he had was that he was going to be a good man. He'd always wanted to browse the goods here first, and he wanted to stick to that plan. Even so, the first hurdle came when he was undoing the bun of his pants.

A woman turned the corner ahead of him, walking in his direction. His eyes instantly gravitated towards her. She wore a deep purple sexy one-piece with straps of cloth barely covering her nipples, letting the curve of her underboob peek out from underneath it.

Her matching purple high heels made her legs look long and toned, and he instantly wondered to himself how easy it would be to push them apart. He imagined he could do it without any effort at all. She saw him and smiled knowingly.

Coily. Fuck. Hi, she said with a hint of a giggle.

Would you, uh, like me to help you with that? She gestured towards his belt buckle, which he'd just been fumbling with. He straightened up imposingly and weighed up his options.

She was so fucking hot, he wasn't sure he'd be able to decline even if he wanted to. But he did want to. Explore other options.

Maybe there was a way to do both. Yes. I would.

But maybe once I get to my room. She smiled and walked towards him, but not so fast. He grinned.

First, I would like you to go and find your three most fuckable friends. Bring them to me. I'll decide who I want to join our rendezvous.

Room number is 316. She could barely contain her excitement, the little slut. Yes sir, she almost squeaked and hurried past him.

He let out a long breath and smiled to himself. How long his original plan to shop around actually would have lasted, realistically. Room 316 was as beautiful as the hotel's online pictures made it out to be.

His eyes drifted around the room, taking it all in. The bed stood proudly at the end of the room on the left hand side. It was huge, much bigger than any bed Sam had ever seen before.

It wasn't hard to guess why. How many sluts could you fit in here, he thought, and chuckled quietly to himself. The floor was made of lovely dark wood, floorboards with subtle gold skirting framing nicely.

To his right, the room extended into a sort of half living room, half bathroom, clearly built specifically for the hotel's main purpose. He swung the door open to the view he'd hoped for. The girl from earlier, plus three equally beautiful girls.

He looked them up and down, taking his time, smiled, and then beckoned them in. Thank you for having us, the one from earlier giggled. They stood in a line facing him, arms tucked beneath their backs and smiling coyly.

It's my pleasure, he growled, sitting in an armchair near the jacuzzi and leaning back. Tell me your names, go up to the bed, get on your hands and knees next to each other. Honestly, your pussies all lined up in a row for me.

They all bushed, and then Sam felt a burning pleasure in his groin. The girl from earlier stood on the left and she introduced herself first. I'm Alyssa, this is Sapphire.

And this is Ramona, and this is Sandy. And he'd said he was going to choose one other girl from this group. There was no way he was fucking any less than all four of these sluts in their skimpy little outfits, and their fake timidity.

At this point, they all turned towards the bed and began to arrange themselves on it as he'd asked. Sam watched and his cock instantly rose from its semi to being rock hard. These girls arranged themselves on his bed with their arses facing him, their tits resting on their arms as they made sure that they had their heads down, arses up.

They knew exactly how to do this, he thought. A bolt of anticipation ran through him like lightning. He stood to inspect them, slowly wanting to take his time to indulge and enjoy them.

Each girl's outfit had something that made him want to pull it aside and fuck it roughly. It was going to be difficult to decide who to use first. One by one, he stood behind them and eyed them up.

Very slowly, both to draw out his own pleasure and to draw out their anticipation. Taking them each in turn, he reached out and ran his hands along their legs, trailing fingers up their thighs, very lightly pressing a hand over the mound where he knew their clit would be, inciting a shiver and sometimes a small moan from one of them. Then, his hands would move up onto their arses, assessing how smooth, round, firm they were, giving him a slap to see how it jiggled.

By the end of his inspection, of the last one of them, he knew that his initial preference for Sandy had been right. The desire to pull aside that tiny excuse for a skirt was just a little too much to bear. He sorted over to stand behind her, taking in that breathtaking view for a few seconds longer.

He reached out slowly and slid a hand underneath the hem of her skirt, moving upwards to rest on her arse. The hem of her skirt rode up with it and flipped over her back, revealing nice, firm, round arse, her pink mound barely covered by a tiny pair of lace panties. Sam thought back to all the times in college that he fantasized about fucking one of Slotty's college cheerleaders and licked his lips.

He was in heaven. Gently at first, he pulled aside the lace panties to reveal Sandy's mound. She gasped slightly at the sudden feeling of cool air against it and arched her back a little.

Sam grinned, feeling he might burst if he made himself wait any longer. He released his cock from his pants and positioned himself at her entrance before entering her. Fuck, her pussy was so tight and wet.

He pushed her skirt all the way up, flipped her over onto her back and rest his hands on her arse as he began to pump himself in and out. She moaned loudly and gripped the bedsheets tightly in one fist. One of you touch her clit, Sam commanded in a strained voice, and I want tits in my face now.

The girls sprang into action. Ramona, who was next to Sandy, immediately lay next to her and reached her hand down to rub her clit, whispering soothing things in her ear. The other two got up on their knees and faced Sam one on either side of Sandy.

They positioned themselves with their tits as close to Sam's face as possible. He promptly buried his face in them, sucking on their nipples, biting, and all through this he could see Sandy's perfect arse. Being impaled by his cock below, this was a fucking dream, but he could tell that he was going to cum very quickly if he stayed in this position, and he didn't want that.

He wanted to make this experience as long and indulgent as he could, and in any case, hadn't he always dreamed of having his cock sucked by multiple girls at once? He pulled out and stepped back abruptly, then began to remove his clothes forcibly, slowly, one by one. I'm going to lie down on the bed, and all you pretty little fuck toys are going to suck my cock, he growled.

I want one of you deep-throwing me, I want one of you deep-throwing me, I want one of you help, sir, and I want at least one of you giving my balls some special treatment. Without bothering to look at them, he threw his clothes across the room and lay down on the bed, hands behind his head. His cock stood tall, at least seven inches still wet from Sandy's pussy.

Immediately, he felt warm breath on his tip as he expected his cock was taken into a warm, wet little mouth. He propped his head up with a pillow to watch. Sandy held his gaze with her cock stuffed down her throat.

She was already gagging. What a fucking champ, Sam thought, taking a dog in and volunteering to deep-throw. She is a keeper.

Sapphire kneeled next to her. She gathered up Sandy's hair in one hand so he could see her face, and used her head to force her head down as far as it would go on his cock. The other hand massaged Sandy's tits and made her moan.

Sam could feel the vibrations at his tip in the back of her throat. The other two took their places beside them, one kneeling between his legs and the other kneeling on the side of his leg next to her. They crouched.

Lowe started licking his balls softly at first, then upping the pressure of their tongues on his sack and sucking it gently. The mixture of attention he was getting on his rock-hard shaft with the thorough focus of his balls made his head spin. Doubly, when his perfect view was so perfect, Sandy, holding eye contact while his cock was stuffed deep in her slutty mouth, Sapphire pushing her head down with her tits bouncing, the other two treating his balls to a heavy, tending to.

Once again, he was going to come within minutes. If this happened, these girls were just too damn hot for any man to last in any position. He did have one last thing he wanted to try though, so he decided to put it to motion swiftly.

Good girls, he murmured. Good girls. Stroking Sandy's hair and pushing her head down on him one last time, relishing the way she gagged.

Now, I want you to go out onto the balcony, quickly, he added shortly. The girls got up gracefully and made their way through the ornate balcony doors. Sam followed and looked out across the courtyard, deciding indulgently what position he wanted them.

So many to choose from, but it didn't take him long. The table on the balcony was unusually long and short, with indents that looked suspiciously like it might have been created with something like this in mind. On the table, all of you in a row, on your backs, spread your legs.

I want to see those pretty pink pussies line up for me. Now. One of the girls whispered something to another and they both bit their lips.

Apparently he'd made the right choice according to them too. They did as they were told, arranging themselves on the table in a row of four. Sam just looked at them for a few seconds in awe at the view.

All of them lined up like that with their legs up in the air and spread with their pussies accessible, their tits wobbling as they positioned themselves, their hair flowing outwards from their heads. It was to die for.