Hoe-tel affair- My heart pounds as I talk through the sliding doors of the hotel. We've been doing this for month's, you'd think I'd be over the nerves, the excitement, but every time I slide my wedding ring into my wallet it all feels new again. I check in under a fake name, grab my room key, text you the room number. We're on the third floor. Nothing fancy. This isn't some romantic gesture, or grand event. It's another long lunch on a Thursday, where no one will find us. It started as an accident. Too much to drink when no one was around to stop us. We laughed it off, said it was the alcohol, no need to make a big deal out of it. It was harder to deny the second time. And the third. Finally after weeks of back-seat hookups in my sedan, you invited me to this hotel. Now, every other Thursday, we meet here, away from our every day lives, just the two of us, enjoying each other. I sit on the edge of the bed, tugging at the sleeves of my shirt as I watch TV, passing the time. You should be here any minute now. I look in the mirror by the bed, checking my hair, making sure my buttons are all aligned. If I'm going to risk the life I built, I want to look good doing it. There's a knock on the door. You're here. I take a deep breath, then go to let you in.

Accidently Agreeing to Anal- There are lots of reasons to get into porn. Maybe you need the money, maybe you like the attention, or maybe you just damn well feel like it. If only you were enthusiastic about reading contracts as you were about fucking on camera... You finally came to an agreement on your first scene- it's simple enough. A scene in a hotel room, just a camera man and a co-star. You arrive at the room, a little nervous, but ready to go. They have an outfit picked out for you- something cute that says "They found me on the street," even if this was weeks in the making- except... was that a butt plug? You frantically pull up the contract you'd skimmed on your phone. "Scene will contain oral, vaginal and anal sex..." whoops. Too late to say no now.

The Toy- Spit drips from your mouth onto the floor as you struggle to stay on your hands and feet. Your clamps tug at your nipples. Your face is red as you huff and puff, trying to catch your breath. Your body is caked with cum and spit, and you wonder if your other holes are leaking as much as your mouth. The people in the room stand around you in a circle. Some sipping drinks and making small talk, others touching themselves as they watch. The vibrator taped to your thigh presses against your clit as another cock enters you. How many is that? Who can keep count. You're the toy, after all, not the calculator...