LitCon 2025: Room with a View

This is another happening from LitCon 2025, being held at the Grand Hotel, in beautiful Grand City. Thanks again to Freya for the concept, and all of the other attendees who are making this event an EVENT.

I don't know that there is a beginning, or an ending, story. AS they say, "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end", and everyone's story begins somewhere. If you enjoy them enough to read more than one, you should get an idea of what the weekend is like. These are just being presented in the order that I learn about them.

You can invite the participants over to your place and see what happens if you wish. I don't tell them what to do, but this story is as told to me, and may not be used in whole or part, in any format, written or otherwise, without my express written consent.

So, let's look in, and see what's going on:

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Cassandra opened the doors and dragged her bags into the room, Four bags was a lot for a weekend trip, but she loved to role play for Dave; her Dave. She'd only had one class on Fridays so she skipped it and had gotten into town early. She expected Dave to be late. He had a trial coming up in a couple of weeks, and since he was up for partner at his firm she knew he would be spending the entire time between now and then prepping for it. That was why she agreed to come along on this expedition. Porn wasn't her thing, but Dave had his fetishes and she wanted to see him at least once before he locked himself away. She loved pleasing her man, and watching the results of him enjoy it.

"How the fuck did that happen anyway," she wondered to herself, "weren't people always complaining it took forever to get a court date?" 

She threw her bags onto the bed and began to unpack her clothes, Holding some of the outfits against her and posing in the mirror before hanging them up. Dave loved when she did cosplay, and dressed up for him, so she had brought along her best outfits. This convention was his idea, and they booked it before his trial had been bumped up by a week. She didn't have a car on her college girl budget, but she agreed to get to Grand City on her own and prep the room for his arrival. She wanted everything to be perfect. She dimmed the lights and found a 70's disco music channel on the TV and cranked it up loud.  

"Now, I just need a mirror ball." she sighed. She had loved disco since her mom introduced her to it as a child. It was music to move by, and she loved to move. That included fucking.  

"Whew Cass! It's been a day, but YOU need a shower babe!" she told herself because there was no one else to tell, "You don't want this stink to stick on your fresh clothes." She looked over and noticed the shower for the first time.  

She could see tight into it from the bed. It had two Glass walls. The one with a door, and one that was more like a giant window looking into the bedroom, and out the real window. "Well, no one in here to worry about..." she examined the rooms across the atrium from her, "Those rooms are empty... why not?" She stripped down to her nothingness and danced her way into the shower while singing along with the music from the TV.  

".... Digging the Fuuucking queeeeeeeeen..." her hand danced through the air to conduct the accents in the music, "da dah, da dah, da dah.... I'm a teaser, I turn him  onnnnnnnn...," more conducting, " bahh da... Leave him cumming and then I'm gooooone... cumming back for another..." she pointed yet again, "bahh da... only his cock'll do.... I'm in the mood to fuuuuuck...." the song was one of her favorites, she hoped Bjorn and Benny would forgive her, but her lyrics were more appropriate at the moment. Unfortunately, the sound of the water drowned out the music, but she hummed the remaining parts from memory. As the water poured down and through her wavy red hair, she thought about making him cum later. She loved to watch him cum. She had taught herself to squirt, because he didn't, but watching herself cum wasn't as much fun.  

Once she finished, and dried off, she hung the rest of her clothes in the closet. She decided to stay naked because it would be a couple hours before Dave arrived, and she hadn't decided what to wear for him yet. Her ringtone sang out, "My Pussy Belongs to Daddy," and she knew who was calling. She smiled everytime he called, it was a song she found by a woman named Faye Richmonde. Who would have thought a song like that would come out in the Leave It to Beaverland of the 1950's? It had even shocked Dave, and made him blush the first few times she played it for him.  

She skipped over to the phone and answered in her best little girl voice, "Hi Daddy!.... Really?.... NOOOooo..." she whined, "you're kidding.... But daddy.... I brought your favorite cheerleading outfit Daddy!... oooooh, poop Daddy." but then, "Wait... what the fuck Dave?... Who was that!?..... I'm NOT hearing things DAVE.... WHO WAS THAT... You're out fucking that paralegal aren't you?.... You know the exact paralegal I'm talking about... yeah, the 16-year old with the BIG tits! No... fuck you... I don't care what college she graduated from... I don't care if she graduated CUM LOUDLY... NO!... NO... NO, YOU CALM DOWN!... FUCK you... fuck YOU!!! I should have known something was up when you asked if I wanted implants... MeEEee?" she was puzzled, "If I wanted implants I would have asked YOU about them... no, YOU asked ME to get them... FUCK YOU. No, we won't talk when I get home... not... no...   because I'm not coming HOME thats why.... Besides, YOU were my ride home ASSHOLE!..... No... I came here to get fucked and I'm gonna get FUCKED!.... I don't know! Its a fucking PORN convention! I think my TIGHT, PERFECT ass, that you'll never be in again, and my perky, SMALL tits can find a nice HARD dick while I'm here!.... Nonono, maybe I'll fuck ALL of them Dave!" she threatened," "ALLLLLL of them!", she threw her phone at the wall. Bits of plastic and glass sprayed everywhere. "Fucker," she whispered to herself, "I told you you should have bought me the gorilla glass."

She took a deep breath and walked over near the dresser and squatted down, "At least the room's got a full mini-bar! Sorry, Davey, you're gonna pay for this in more ways than one..." she looked through the options and decided to start the weekend with a nice hard drink. It would get even harder as it went along, she hoped.

She grabbed a mixture of the shooters from the mini-fridge and dumped them all into a glass, and took large swallows as she danced around the room. A movement outside her window caught her attention. "Well, well, well... hell-oooo there... who might you be?" A guy across the way was stroking his dick while staring out his window at the crowd below. "Who is down there my friend?" She pressed her forehead, and tits, against the window to look down at the crowd too, but didn't see anyone particularly interesting. She watched him, but kept dancing, occasionally gulping her drink.  

Music was her life, her escape. She could get through anything as long as she had music. "Ohhhh cuuummmm, take me in your arms, fuck me baby..." she sang her words to the music provided by the TV.  

Cass looked across at the guy again and figured they were about the same age, maybe. His too short, blonde, boyish haircut was throwing her off. "Are you gonna come for me my friend?..." she wondered as she watched, "Yeah, keep stroking that thick cock for me baby... cum for me.... cum on the window... cum right at me..." she tried to tell him telepathically and held out her drink as a bribe to try and coax him to do as she said. The alcohol was clouding her thoughts, but she knew what she wanted. Suddenly, he noticed her as he was reaching for the curtains. He froze mid-stroke, his eyes wide with fright.

"Fuck... What did I do?... wait... what should I do?" her thoughts weren't flowing quickly, but she reached down between her legs and stroked a dick she didn't have, "you man... me woman... stroke dick... Understand?..." and gave him a thumbs up. "Me like cum... Cum now... Cum HARD... Yes?" She set her drink down and gave him a second thumbs up and a big smile. In a split second he came to his senses, finished reaching and quickly closed the curtains.  

"FUCK. Apparently, I don't speak very good neanderthal," she realized. "Learn speak word... better" she grunted and looked down to see the crowd dispersing, "Ohhhh, so your girlfriend left, huh? That explains it. OR, maybe, was it your boyfriend?" she quizzed and looked back to where she last saw him, "Sorry, don't get offended, I'm drunk and talking to a sheet of glass." The rest of her drink went down her throat quickly.

She looked down where the people were still trickling into a doorway, "Well, I've got a ticket to this shindig, maybe I should go? Fuck, I've got two tickets... maybe I should ask..." she looked across at the curtained window, "nope, I fucked that one up...." suddenly the words flowed through her mind, "anybody could be that guuuuy..... the night is young and the music's Hiiiiiiiiiigh..." She looked at her closet, back into the atrium, and back at the closet, "Fuck you Dave."

Cass wore her best lingerie and the only LBD she had in her wardrobe. Unsteadily, she walked from the elevator to the banquet room. Luckily there was a table in the back with a few other people around it. Mostly they were couples that looked as bewildered as she was.  

She started to pull out a chair, "May I?" she asked politely.  

"Sure! Have a seat, everyone responded."

Cass thanked them, and turned her attention to the speaker at the front of the room. It sounded like a welcome speech, from someone named Draya, Maya, Freya... she couldn't tell because it was but was hard to hear from where she was. Or, maybe it was the alcohol. She heard enough to know that it sounded like a fun weekend was planned, and she felt better about being there. Things would get better. "They have to get better," she whispered. Once the dinner was over the crowd moved back out to the atrium where there was a bar and a live band playing classic rock music.  

Cass walked over to the singer, and between songs batted her eyes at him, "Hey, I was wondering if you guys know 'Slow ride'?" but the singer made a funny face and shrugged.

"I think I do," said the bass player and plucked out, do do do do do do doo do do do doo do, on his bass.

"No, thats Low Rider, by War" she replied, "Slow Ride is by a band called Foghat." The singer just gave her a blank stare until she got embarrassed and looked at the floor and mumbled, "Sorry, I was raised on the 70s music my mom loved." but she looked back up and batted her eyes again, "It goes," she sang softly, embarrassed, "Slow ride, take it easy, I'm in the mood, the rhythm is right..."

"Yeahyeahyeah, I know that one. THANK you!" the guitarist said as he glared at his bandmates, "It's the one I told you assholes we should put into the set for tonight... the fucking song?"

"They're all fucking songs!" the singer said.

"No, you moron. It's not a fucking song, its a song about fucking" the guitarist shot back.

Cass winked at him, "A man who knows his music. I like that."

"Jimmy, gimme a beat..." he tapped a slow rhythm on his guitar and the drummer picked it up on his bass drum, "the rest of you idiots try to keep up!" He turned to Cass, "They'd all be living in cardboard boxes under a freeway without me..." he winked back at Cass and began to play.

Cass turned around and looked for a first single looking guy, "Hell, they'd probably all be 'single' if I had bigger tits." She grabbed one and dragged him to the middle of the dancefloor.  

"What the hell? You can't dance to this..." said an irritated woman before Cass pushed her aside.  

"Well just don't get in my way while I do it," replied Cass.

"Hi.... My, my name is Richard... Richard?" said her clueless partner as he pointed to his convention badge as if she couldn't understand.

Cass winked, and gave him a thumbs up. "Lets do this Dick!" As the music continued to build so did the sultriness of her movements, her hips became more fluid. Richard was quickly lost and just shifted his weight from foot to foot like he knew what he was doing, the finally just stopped moving altogether. He didn't know the song, or its purpose. Cass however, slinked in circles around him, like a jaguar circling it's prey, because he was. Finally, the paced started moving faster, "Come on baby," she sang, "Feels so gooood," she started to grind against him, "I like it..." she continued to grind as the pace picked up more. Richard was lost again, but had a huge grin on his face when he looked back at his friends as if to say, "DO YOU BELIEVE THIS!?" They didn't.

She continued to sway, rock and grind against him for the entire eight minutes of the song, until she and the guitarist screamed, "YEEAAAaaaahhhh!" at the song's climax. She really had cum, but only she knew it. She imagined the sweat on her face; she felt it dribbling down her back. She bent forward gasping for air as her body relaxed, and the surrounding crowd cheered.  

"Wow... just wow, that was incredible. It was like you really orgasmed... can I buy you a drink?" asked her partner.  

"I did," she replied flatly, "and yes, you can. I'll have a manhattan"

"Wow, a big girl drink," he motioned to the waiter and didn't notice her reaction to his comment, "so... what's your name?" he tried to ask suavely.

She looked at him and whispered, "Does it matter?"

"No, uhhh, we can, uhhh... just go..." he chuckled nervously and pointed up.

"Wrong answer, Dave." she downed her drink in one gulp and walked away.

"Hey... WAIT, we can stay... here... if..." he gave up trying to get her back as she continued to walk away, "IT'S RICHARD... MY NAME... IS RICHARD!" he called after her again.

She flipped him off over her shoulder without looking back, and set her empty glass on the next table she passed.  

Cass was starting to smell her sweat when she got back to her room, "Cass babe, you smell like a horse barn..." and started to take off her dress. Her mood lightened immediately however as she finished pulling the dress over her head and saw her towheaded friend in his room across the way. She walked toward the window and looked down at the crowd, "Who has got you so wrapped around their finger?" she wondered as she tracked his gaze. She still wasn't able to tell who had him so entranced. She turned up the music again. The shooters from the mini-bar were gone, so she took a beer instead while she watched him. Her body swayed to the music without thinking about it while she worked on the beer. Then, it happened.

He turned to close the curtains again and saw her. This time she kept dancing she wanted to 'move', not talk, she was feeling good and knew what she wanted. She knew what was hidden in his underwear. She'd seen it once, and knew she wanted it now. Her body swayed to the music, as she reached out and started pulling on the imaginary rope tied around his waist... or was she pretending to pull on his very real dick? She kept swaying, and pulling... he stared at her blankly. Suddenly he went into convulsions and fell onto the bed! "Oh shit!" Cass gasped out loud. "He must be epi... epi..." the alcohol was still at work because her brain froze, "epi... epipen! He's an epipen!" Then he sat up and shrugged at her. "You bastard..." she began laughing, "I thought you were dead... you just don't know how to dance!" and she laughed again.  

"OK, watch," she stopped moving and held up one finger, "First, just shift your weight from side to side, "she put her hands on her thighs, "and sway..." 

He followed her, "oh fuck, this is a good song too baby, this is a very good song... I will survive! Hey HEY!" she shouted.  

She looked back at him and held up two fingers, placed her hands on her hips as they started to gyrate and thought, "Move your hips baby, just pretend your moving that thick cock in and out of my tiny pussy... that's right... niiiiice..." 

Finally, she held up three fingers, "Now for the upper body," she put her hands on her shoulders, actually her fingers were on her bra straps and she thought seriously about just pulling them down, "No, that would be too easy baby... you gotta earn these tits," She started moving her shoulders and her head which caused her boobs to bounce and shake.  

The music took over her body and she began to dance back and forth across the window spinning and twirling. "... Thought I'd crumble.... Lay down and die.... No no not I..." she spun wildly back and forth in front of the window as she sang, "got all my life to live.... All my love to give..." with those words she stopped and looked at him. He hadn't moved, he was a deer in her headlights. Their eyes locked, and she didn't hear the music anymore. She moved back to the center of the window and turned her back to him. Slowly, ever so slowly, she bent forward while at the same time lowering her panties. She offered him her prize. She grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it to where she stood. She turned and sat in it and placed her feet up against the glass.

He shrugged at her. "Oh, don't give me that Mr. Thick Dick, you know exactly what I want," She pointed at him, "Your cock needs to meet," She pointed to herself, "my pussy," she reached down and spread her lips for him. "Now you. That's it. You got it!" she started to clap wildly as he removed us dick from his underwear and began to stroke for her. "The least I can do is return the favor." and she began to caress herself.

"Oh my god, not the epipen again...." she stopped and waited for him to pop up again, but he didn't. "Wait, who the fuck are you? Get away from my... you..." she pointed at the petite blonde who had entered the room, "Y-Y-YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE!" she pressed her body against the glass. "Gotta admit dude... she's a nice piece of ass... old... but nice." She watched the scene play out.

"Hey, what are you... get away... DON'T touch my dick... no dude, you're mine, don't lay back down... THATS MY DICK BITCH!" she was upset at the thought of losing two dicks in one night. "Whoa! For being old you sure read my mind... mmmmm... I wish I was you... no, put it in my mouth. Shit." She sat back down in the chair and watched as the tiny blonde slowly devoured her date's cock. For her part, she slowly rubbed her clit as she watched.

"YEAH! Thats it baby, fight back, don't let her... Yeah, pull her hair! Good idea... WHOA!" she paused, "Now I really wish that was my mouth... mmm... thats right, lick it up.... Ohhh... I bet that's good.... HEY!... Did you really just snowball him his own cum?," she was shocked, "And you let her? Fuck dude, you're a wildman, a WILD man." He turned his head to look at her as she continued to plung her fingers in and out of her pussy. She was realized she was wetter than Dave had ever made her. She pulled out and clapped wildly for him, raised her and and screamed, "I got next!" but felt rejected when the little blonde head of the woman in his bed moved back to his cock, "whenever she's done... I guess... don't forget me..." she whimpered, "m'kay?"

Cass rubbed herself again until she saw the woman straddle the man SHE was supposed to be riding, "Bitch, he'll split you in half! OHHHHH shit..." she quickly ran to the bathroom and grabbed the lube she had planned to use on Dave from her make-up bag and ran back to her chair as the blonde began to ride her date. "I'm gonna lube up for you because there's no way you just slid that beast into you... Are you wetter than I am? You CAN'T be." She applied the lube to her hand and slid 3 fingers into her. "Not.... ngh.... Enough... I... wanna be.... filled up... ngh... like that babe. Where the hell did that beer bottle go?" She made due with her fingers, and matched her rhythm to the cowgirl who was actually in the rodeo she was watching.

"What?... what's on the ceiling? What are you looking at? Oh... oh... OHHHHH! You're cumming aren't you... you sneaky bitch.... Thought I wouldn't notice didn't you! yeah, he's too much for you isn't he?" she thought gleefully, but shifted to subdued, "Bet he feels good though, doesn't he?" Knowing she was missing out, Cass sped up her finger insertions and played with her clit, but it wasn't enough. Finally, her rival put her head down and arched her back, her hips pumping back and forth wildly, then she threw her head back, mouth open and reversed the arch of her back. In a last flourish, she collapsed on top of Cass' man.

Cass sat back in the chair. She had been denied her orgasm. She tried to think of how to fix the problem, but she saw movement in the bed across from hers. Her man, blocked by the tiny goddess who lay on top him, lifted his head. Their eyes met and he gave her a thumbs up. "She waited, trying to think of what he was asking, and how to respond. "Nope, not this time baby," she gave a slow prolonged thumbs down, and watched as he frowned and his head slowly dropped back into his pillow.  

"Wait, did you just... wilt?... What the fuck was that? You practically killed you girlfriend with your cock, and now you want to know if I came? From watching?" then she felt something she'd never felt before. The first sensation rolled through her body. As one rolled through her, another started right behind it, like ripples on a pond. The spasms rose upwards from her toes and moved down from the top of her head and ended between her legs. They hit her hard, one after another. She gasped and worried about what was happening, but quickly realized it wasn't pain, but ecstasy she was feeling, "you.... You bastard," she moaned, as she convulsed, "you made me come without touching me. How..." another series of orgasms rolled through her, "how did you do that?" She crawled into the bed, and sprawled across it. Laying there, looking at the ceiling, she decided she would have to find out. She had to have him... inside her. "Tomorrow," she mumbled, "Yes, tomorrow." and her mind discovered the blackness of unconsciousness.