A recurring fantasy of mine when I stay in hotels is that there's a mix up at the desk and they give men keys to my room throughout the night.

I have insomnia, so I take sleep aids and they knock me out pretty well. I also have a tendency to sleep naked.

After I shower, I'll dry off and slide into those comfortable sheets and drift off at whatever show is on the TV. Unbeknownst to me, there's been a glitch in the system. It keeps assigning men to my room. They open the door and see my plump ass barely covered by the sheets. My own key card on the dresser, so they think there's been a mix up.

He tries to do the right thing, tries to wake me up, but I barely move, mumbling in a sleepy tone "it's fine" before going back into a deep slumber. My legs open wider as I get comfortable and he sees my bare pussy, peeking out from between my legs. Curiosity gets the best of him and his hands glides over my bared ass, down the uncovered meat of my thigh and over the seam of my pussy lips. He feels a small amount of slick, but barely any resistance to his exploration.

He rubs my clit a few times. The nub growing more and more engorged and the slick wetness between my folds grows with the stimulation as well. I haven't moved, so he goes a step further and pushes a finger in. My hole instantly clamps down, hungry. My hole is hot, tight, and so ready to be filled to the brim with cock.

He's tried his best to be a good guy, he reasons. And I did say it's fine, right? He wasted no time in pulling down his clothes, enough to get out his hard cock and pushes it into my waiting pussy. It's hard not to cum instantly, it's so very wet, and he can feel the gentle contractions of my inner walls. It's like I'm begging for his cum without saying a single word.

He slowly starts moving in and out, looking at my face to see if I'm waking up. I'm still blissfully unaware. So he grows bolder. Fucking into my body with single-minded purpose. To cum. His cock is plowing into my hungry cunt and he's going to fill her up with what she's been begging for; his cum. He thinks about how hot it's going to be watching his cum drip out of me and how clueless I'll be when I wake up with his dried cum all over and inside of me.

His orgasm hits him and he buries himself deep within my pussy, as if leaving his mark. He cums until he's empty. Feeling a good kind of exhaustion. He slowly pulls out his softening cock and his spent dick gives a small twitch as he sees a glob of his cum come out of my used hole.

He goes into the bathroom and cleans up before tucking himself back into his pants. He considers covering me back up, but a voice tells him to leave me as is. He says thank you to the room, to me, and then opens the door.

Right into another man who was standing there with his key card about to enter. They exchange apologies, but then the new man sees me over his shoulder and gives him a look. "She said it's fine, have fun" he pats his shoulder and leaves.

New guy walks in the room and sees the display on the bed. He tells himself that 'she said it was fine, right?' What's the harm in having some fun. The cycle repeats over and over, each new man being told that I said it was fine. My hole never loses its hunger and eagerness to eat down every cock that enters into her grateful to receive more and more cum.

The night clerk finally reboots the system after the last man leaves around 6am, complaining of an occupied room. He decides to go up and apologize to the occupant, ready to offer complementary points or service for the mix-up. He knocks on the door.

I finally shuffled out of bed, barely remembering to throw on my robe and answer the door. When I open it, I can feel something running down my leg. I look down in disbelief as both I and the clerk see the amount of cum coming out of me. "Busy night, I see." He says, pushing me back into the room. "Let's have a busy morning as well."

Well, that's my thoughts. I'm just gonna go back to lurking 🚶‍♀️‍➡️.