Starfucked

Needing a break from all the books and hours of studying and late night's going over flash cards, I took my Academic Counselor's advice, opting to let my summer be free of classes, notes, test, and school in general.

All of the free time is sort of intimidating so for part of my break I agreed to fill in at the Resort mom's friend is running down in AZ while one of her employees is on maternity leave.

Basically, I'm doing a lot of grunt work, helping out with house keeping or room service whenever they need an extra set of hands.

Tonight, I've been given the task of cleaning up out by the pool and grabbing whatever towels our guests have inevitably left out there. I'm more of night owl anyhow so I don't mind anytime I'm asked to do something like this, usually just shrugging it off and adding it onto my to-do list.

Stepping out onto the paved pool deck, I hear a small squeak, figuring it's just a bird or some critter and brush it off. Looking to the north end of the pool, I see a sloppy pile of balled up towels on a deck chair, softly shaking my head at the nameless guest that left it there as I step over.

The closer I get, I realize I'm hearing that squeak again, but not only am I hearing it, the sounds gets a little louder with each step. Paired with it, I'm also what I think is quick breaths and short moaning sounds. Approaching the seat, I grab the towel, folding it over my arm, looking around for the source of the noise. With my ears tuned in, I discover it's actually more above me than around, peering up, my jaw almost smacking the ground as I spot a naked couple out on their balcony the female (maybe wife) holding the top guard rail, moaning and whimpering as he (maybe husband) moves his hips to shove his dick in and out somewhat hard.

I'm not typically one to gawk at such things, not anymore, but something about her sounds and their movements keeps me from looking away. The lights along the roof are too bright for me to see any facial features or details but part of me thinks that's how it needs to be.

Her moans become wails of "Oh my god! Yes! Baby yes!" which I interpret as the start of an orgasm, which my brain decides is a little more than I should witness, so I get back to my chore, making quick work of gathering and folding the rest of the towels, hurry back inside to drop them in the laundry department, and clock out.

Getting in my car, my hands and trembling as I pull on my seatbelt and start the engine. My foot presses more than a bit hard on the gas pedal and my usual fourteen-minute commute is reduced to eleven. I don't quite know what's happening or why the anxious bumps and tingling all over my body as I race up to my apartment for the season, but the moment I get inside, I slam and lock the door, throw my phone and bag onto the counter and my feet run straight to my bathroom, having seemingly set a course of their own.

Closing the lid, I sit on top of the toilet and whatever sector of my brain that's in charge tonight clues me in on what to do, my fingers swiftly unbuttoning, unzipping, and pushing my uniform navy shorts to my ankles. I shake them off one leg so I can spread my hips a bit wider as I pull the moist fabric of my panties aside and let my fingers have a little adventure. I shut my eyes and pull up the naughty, magnificent scene from earlier at work, touching and slipping my fingers through the wet folds and throbbing desire.

***

7:30 the next morning I arrive, fresh morning coffee in hand as I grab my list of morning tasks.

It appears that the kitchen staff is down, so they need help cleaning up after breakfast, then house keeping needs an extra hand to clean the suite for a guest who checked out abruptly this morning for some reason. After that I'm given the job of being available for any department that needs me until my lunch hour.

***

Enjoying my favorite, a French Dip with still steamy-fresh au ju, at my favorite little outdoor café/bistro, I pinch one of my fries off the plate, dipping it in the broth before popping it my mouth. As I get near finishing my food, the memory of what I saw last night pops up in my head. At first, I'm embarrassed by how it has me feeling but I quickly stow the flashback away in the file cabinet at the shadowy corner of my mind.

I clean up the table, putting the crumpled napkin and crumbs in the trash, bringing the tray of dirty dish up to the counter and pay. Walking across to the doorway, my arm bumps against someone entering so I utter a quick 'so sorry' the woman replying with 'not a problem' and a wink that I somehow know is significant.

Walking back into the hotel, I'm not at all surprised when handed a post-it with a list of duties upon my return. I am, however, stumped when Xyla, the Assistant manager says, "Oh wait!" before turning around and grabbing something out of the desk drawer behind her and telling me, "A guest left this for you," her expression nearly as confused as my own when she hands me the envelope.

Thanking her, I take a few steps over to the sitting area in the lobby, then peel it open to read: I hope you enjoyed last night as much as we did. Come to Suite 346 at 8:40 tonight for a few cocktails.

Never in my wildest imaginings have I ever thought of anything remotely close to this occurring in my life. Accepting this job, I thought just meant an easy few months without academia, all-nighters, and the bonus of making some cash to buy myself some nice things.

I quickly put the note away, slipping the small envelope in my pocket, and bring my attention back to my chores.

Stepping into the laundry area, I spot Carter, my summer coworker who has had a thing for me since my second day here, according to most of the maids and wait staff, loading towels and sheets into our industrial sized washing machines, pulling the laundry soap off the shelf and throwing two of the cleaner bricks in each machine, closing and starting them right after.

"Hey Cassia. How's it going?" they way he stands with one arm against the front load lid of the top machine, the other on his hip, trying to look muscly but casual for me, makes me want to giggle, but I hold back since he's really a nice guy and I don't want to embarrass him.

"Not a whole lot lately," I start, plucking a towel from a freshly dried batch and folding it, "Just same old stuff. Guest leaving wet towels around the pool despite how many signs we put up that ask them not to. You going to that new Hockey movie?" I ask, to carry on the small talk while I grab another warmed towel.

"I don't know, I'm not all that big on sports movies but some of my buddies really want to, so I might just so I don't have to hear them go on about it after and not have a clue what they mean, you know?" pushing off the washer as he speaks, his pockets now hiding his hands.

Politely smiling back, I nod to indicate understanding, Carter's phone beeping with a message from the kitchen crew. "Gotta go" he says with a hop-step, heading towards and vanishing into the kitchen.

Finishing up the clean laundry, an image of the door with the suite numbers appears in my head and the low burn in my cheeks snaps me back to the here-and-now. I walk down to the employee bathroom and step right up to the sink. Closing the drain, I fill the basin with cold water, plunging my hands in as I allow my mind to pull up the memory. The sounds from the woman's lips and the sharp slap of his thighs against her skin has me filling the palms of my hands with water and splashing it against my neck, the drops sliding down to my heated chest.

With my arms posed as columns on the vanity counter, the scene of the previous night plays out on the mirror in front of me. If I hadn't made up my mind about accepting the offer already, I sure as hell was now, knowing this is certainly not typical for me but 'life begins outside of your comfort zone' right?

***

After a few shots of 'liquid courage' following a light dinner, I head out to the open first level of the building, waving to the night manager as I walk by to the 'staff only' elevator.

Pressing the button to call the car down, my finger gets a shock, but not a friction-electric shock one like usual but a nervy one. Crossing the dark slit of a threshold sends a jolt of unexpected energy through my legs, and hitting the button for the top floor awakes thousands of anxious-excited nerves all over me.

Stepping out, the carpet fibers under my feet seem to be buzzing like whispering busy bodies as I get closer. Taking in a deep breath when the golden '3-4-6' stare me in the face, I softly knock my trembling fist on the door, hearing a muffled male and female conversation behind the door, I take a small step back when a stunning female with black silky hair and warm almond eyes and a man with orange-brown locks, brushed back locks, open the door, both clothed is navy and sage green satin house robes. "I see she got your note, handsome," she says, her arm up and curved so that she can put a hand on his cheek as he stands behind her. "Come in honey," she tells me, waving me in and lightly closing the door behind her.

The man sits on the bed, a proud but gentle grin on his lips, while I hesitantly follow a few steps behind her to their mini bar. She pulls a bottle of bubbly from a beck of ice, pouring a glass for herself and then a second for me. Accepting the flute, I am mildly surprised to watch her fill a third and bring it over to the man.

Her cheeks rise as the two of us watch one another let the champagne slowly stream down our throat, sure that he's doing the same where he's seated, the woman elegantly tipping the now void glass from her mouth, setting it aside on the bar cart, wordlessly taking mine as well. She reaches over and her fingers play in my hair. "They color is so beautiful," she mumbles, almost more to herself than me, "Just a shade darker than Brents."

A creak from the bed signals his standing and he takes the few steps over to us, stepping behind her again, his hands moving slowly up and down her arms. "What's your name, beautiful?"

"Cassiana," I answer, like a small nervous child to an adult, "b-but most people call me Cas or Cassia."

"I really like that name," the woman quietly says over her should, looking up at him.

"Rosa Stentler," she says, presenting her hand to me, so I give it a little shake. "You may have heard the name, I've produced a handful of shows over the past decade or so."

And that's when it hits me why the woman I bumped earlier seemed familiar! Of course I know her! "This is Brent Elan--"

"Right! Right, your assistant! Of course!" their shared glance and matching smirks telling me there's something I don't know.

His hands slip from her arms and onto her body while her fingers dig into his hair, Rosa's arm curved around the same way it was when I arrived a few minutes ago. "Actually, Cassia, we have a little secret,"

"... and we're hoping you wouldn't mind keeping it that way..." Brent adds, leaning and planting his lips on the side of her neck, his stormy blues locked to my eyes as his mouth moves at the same rhythm his hands were on her arms.

"You see, Cas, several years ago," she begins, her head rising and falling like a calm sea, while he kisses and nibbles, "my doctor told me the unfortunately I wasn't able to ever bear children, that I was more or less sterile."

"I'm so sorry, I can't imagine..."

"At first I was, yes, and thank you," she says indifferently as they stroll back towards the bed. Brent sits at first then scoots back a few inches, supporting himself with his elbows while Rose perches on the edge. "But then," she continues, "I realized that the other side of that coin meant I could have all the raw, naughty sex my libido begs for without ever needing to worry about the consequence of a child."

Rosa uses a clawed finger, gesturing for me to come closer, and I only now notice I haven't left the mini bar. Taking partly reluctant, partly thrilled steps to them, I'm mesmerized at the slow manner of her untying the sash binding her robe.

When I stand close enough that I can count the freckles on the bridge of her nose, Rosa whispers, "Why don't you give B a hand. Men are so helpless sometimes," the smooth material becoming slack on her and revealing a thing strip of bare skin from her chest down past her navel into a shadow.

The low, raspy voice instructs, "That's it there Cas... just pull that... it's so ready darling..." my unsteady fingers working the satin knot undone on Brent's waist.

I've seen a number of penises in my day, I wasn't the 'party girl' at my high school but I wasn't exactly a prude either... I'd had two boyfriends during my senior year and the summer leading up to that year had introduced me to the wonders of sucking dick, so neither had to wait more than a month before I had them under the stands at a football or lacrosse game with their pants at their ankles.

Brent was magnificent compared to either of them! I bite hard into my bottom lip to conceal the smile demanding to bloom at the sight of impeccably smooth package!

Rosa must see the gleam of excitement in my eyes, softly uttering, "It's better than it looks," peeling away her robe as she eases down to the floor. "May I?" she floridly asks, glancing up at me from all fours. I numbly step aside so the naked woman can fill her mouth with beautiful cock.

Her eyes half close as she swallows him inch by inch, Rosa's lips flirting with the base for a hot second, zooming her head back with a struggling cough. she glides her tongue clockwise over her lips, looking over at me and saying, "Don't be shy..." petting and stroking his shaft like a movie villain with their cat.

Gathering her hair behind her with both hands, then just one, bringing it over her shoulder, she scoffs, "Uh! I'm being so rude, inviting you here then having him all to myself," Brent moving to face me, standing up with his fist racing back and forth over his length. "Go on Cassia, he needs it so much..." she coos into my ear, getting back down on her knees as well next to me.

Diving in with both feet, so to speak, my tongue flutters over the tip, dragging up all the way from the base. The throaty purr-growl sound from his throat, in addition to Rosa holding the back of my head, encourage me to keep going, surrendering to my revived means of pleasure, giving him a luxuriously slow drag of my tongue, swirling and unraveling it around his cock like the hottest snake. I will never get enough of the feeling of hardened flesh drifting back and forth on the roof of my mouth as her fingers render my skull numb.

Unable to think straight thanks to Rosa's touches, I sit back on my heels and let Brent face fuck me for a moment or two, my brain focused enough that I bring my lips together just tight enough around the tip that he can't fully pull out, his eyes meeting mine as I dare him to try.

Seeing his brief strain, Rosa softly praises, "That's a good girl," her hand moving to the base of my head when Brents urges in a pleading murmur, "Play with my balls ladies." I very happily return my mouth to his boys, not sure where the sudden confidence is from, Rosa accepting the unspoken assignment of capturing his hard-as-steel dick with great pleasure.

My mouth and fingers meet at his smooth-as-glass sac, his guttural moan translating into a desperate plea for more. I confidently wrap my mouth around his sac and tightly caress each orb in turn with my tongue. My palms sluggishly drift over his thighs, then move behind him to give his ass a nice squeeze, the sound of him taking in a quick breath letting me know he liked it too.

"How are we doing B? You like having more than just one?" she breathily asks, haring him groan, "Fuck that's so... yes,".

He groans softly, myself unsure if it's because of the way I kiss and tease his nuts or the way Rosa's drool is trailing from her mouth, but I also don't care.

A deep growl pours from his gaping mouth as I transition from taunting his testicles to seductively licking the thin flesh between them. From Rosa's desirous noises I surmise that Brent is still deliciously hard, likely due to the duel oral assault.

Short grunts tell me that he's ready to unload so I slip his balls from my mouth, giving her a sensuous wink, Rosa tightening her mouthy hold on her assistant, and I reach fondling and tickling his arsenal banks, enticing them to release every single ounce.

Following such a raw, gorgeous dispense, nothing in me protests when he silently invites me to join him on the bed. I am absolutely honored when she doesn't hesitate to direct me on top of him and steer his dick right into my vagina. I've never had an audience while being screwed, only ever once as a friend 'supervised' while I was sucking her little bro for his 18th , but something about the combined greatness of Brent's penis filling me and the calm stroking of her fingers along my inner thigh as his shoves in and out tells me there's no reason to care that Rosa is present.

That same part of my mind tells me not to worry when his thrust grow stronger at the same time that her hand roams up my naked body, clutching and groping my breast better than anyone ever has!

So enthralled by the sensuous cocktail, I hardly even notice the build until such an epic orgasm implodes in my sex, the evidence flowing down his shaft! "Oh my g... fuck... my..." is all I can pant on my thinned breath as I muster any and all strength left in me to dismount after, gesturing simultaneously for her to replace me.

I'm not too surprised at how quickly I fit his stout cock between her fat lips, or by her deep gasp is as I do so. Posing crab-like in reverse cowgirl as I had, Rosa somehow manages to keep her arms and legs stiff as Brent's penis speeds in and out and in and out as I spectate with a grin like a kid who has free roam and no budget at a toy store!

Her moans and brief whimpers are the most heavenly sounds paired with the faint wet noises from the penetrations. The frail chanting of 'Yes yes yes' is enthralling enough, then Brent slips from her treasure, Rosa raising herself a little more than an inch, his dick plugging right into her puckered hole, as I'm sure it has many times before.

Letting herself tilt back a touch, Brent puts both hands on her ass to hold her steady, my hand moving as if hypnotized, stirring and fiddling, charging up her clit, eagerly awaiting the resulting juices that are sure to coat my palm! "Oh my fff! B! Fffff!" she wails, dropping her head onto his shoulder as her peak jolts through her figure!

There is zero question in my mind, or either of theirs, that when Rosa moves to the side, catching some much-needed breath, I slide in place, just as easily as his dick vanishing into my ass. Still struggling to regulate her breaths, the producer helps by shifting me to the perfect spot and allowing me the wonderous opportunity of painting my vulva with her fluids on my appendage.

I let out a low series of moans and whimpers the instant Brent gets started, having been a while since I've been done in the ass, Rosa asking with the concern of a mother, "Ooo is he stretching you babe?"

"The... greatest stretch... don't let it stop," I pant as he continues charging in and out.

A wicked grin curves her lips as she mumbles, "Mmm look at this..." dipping a finger between my labia, coating it with the juices leaking out. "Look what you've done B," the sounds of him sucking and licking her finger clean only spurring on yet another tell-tale forewarning of orgasm.

"Oh my god yes, I'm going to cum... yes, yes, yes, yes...," I breathlessly cheer, Rosa keeping my legs held back as the explosion raptures through me, Brent dutifully still thrusting and slowing but not stopping.

"On your back so I can eat that pussy," he says in a rushed whisper, my body hardly hitting the mattress before he's on the floor at the end.

Laying on her stomach, Rosa leans in close over my shoulder, heavily interested in watching him claim my treasury.

Having zero need for foreplay, his tongue slides right over my puffed lips, teasing my clit that refuses to let fatigue dull its excitability, especially when it gets suck into his lips. I give an airy gasp and hear her murmur 'She loves that, honey'.

Fingers begin to explore my entrance, moist and slippery with my passionate thrill from seconds ago, his tongue faithfully lapping at my clit. Pushing one finger into my eager folds, poking around and getting me worked up again. Brent is a maestro and my pussy is his instrument every touch eliciting a different sound from me, plenty of pleasurable noises coming from his end as well. Reaching down, I clench a fistful of his gently waved hair, holding his head steady as I grind my lusciousness into his mouth.

Adding a second finger in my pussy, picking up the pace with his tongue at the same time, makes me somewhat constricted by sensations of extreme pleasure and need for more as I'm finger fucked, my clit being sucked into the naughtiest oblivion!

One singular curl of that additional finger and I'm a climatic mess! "Yes Cassia, Yes... Everything baby girl! He wants all of it Cas! Yes!" Rosa wails beside me, strumming my clit to make sure Brent gets just that, cheering like she's the being fucked to erotic heaven! Through my fluttering eyelids I watch as her hand moves faster than I've ever seen one go, the warm, edgy copper hair bobbing between my legs as he drinks me in like a parched vampire.

Taking my shoulder, Rosa lifts me only enough to wedge two pillows under me, softly rubbing my neck and shoulders as I gradually regain my breath, Brent swiping cum from his chin and dragging his, now I can attest to this, gifted tongue up the digit. I can't do anything but stare at that satisfied, accomplished smile of his as the last waves of faded orgasmic intensity travel through, and out, of me.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Brent says to his boss, "I think we've found our sex kitten," his finger lazily tracing up and down my bare thigh. It's odd, but I'm not offended by the title or role they want for me, looking hopefully over at her. Rosa's eyes scale my naked form as she asks, "Cassia, we're going to need you to sign a waiver, stating that you will not be looking to conceive or bear my fuck slave's child."

"Of course," I answer right away, only just learning that my breathing has returned to normal, "I'm on the pill, by the way, so there is no need to worry."

"We trust you, really, but on the off chance that maybe you miss one or that it doesn't work to its full effect...," she pauses, her eyes meeting mine, "We need it in writing, baby girl. Also, on said document," she says, sitting up, finding her bra and underwear on the ground, "is going to be an agreement, a clause, that you will agree to work at this hotel during this season every year for the next three to four years."

"Sure," I answer sans hesitation, "But how can I be sure about that? I'm only filling it for a woman that just gave birth as it is."

"No need to worry about that dear," she responds, unconcerned, gathering more of hers and Brent's clothes, "We can take care of that little detail. Now I assume you may want to freshen up before you go." I nod, despite her back facing me.

Offering me his hand, "Brent, that was incredible. No one has ever fucked me, let alone finger fucked me, like that," I murmur when I stand.

"With a pussy like that, I don't know how anyone couldn't," he says, giving my ass a tap as I turn toward the bathroom.

***

Walking in the next morning with my freshly brewed morning perk, I'm beckoned to the front desk, the receptionist informing me that a few of our guest had to leave in a rush early this morning but left an envelope with a note for me at the front before departing...