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would have come to you.” Once naked, he moved into the shower stall and dropped to his knees.
    Surprised, yet excited by his offer, she nodded. “Service me now then.” Poppy clutched the broad shoulders before her. John had been an unexpected bonus. Never before had a room service attendant actually service her. The first day of her arrival, the sexy Latino had led her to the hotel room and held out his hand for a tip. The look in his eyes had suggested so much more than just monetary pleasure to be enjoyed, and she was happy to indulge. John’s was not the first dick she had sucked within five minutes of acquaintance.
    John ramped up the speed of the dildo, pushing and pulling the large plastic cock in and out of her cunt. “You like?”
    “I’d prefer the real thing.” Poppy smiled as the dildo slid out from between her legs. “Suck me.”
    “Yes ma’am.” John’s mouth suctioned onto her clit.
    Poppy dropped her head back and gave in to the raw sensation of a man eating her. She pushed her pussy into his face wanting him to devour her. His hands wrapped around her legs and held her close. There was no way she could move even if she wanted to. “Oh, John…” He was relentless. He sucked and lapped until her knees shook. He shoved two fingers inside her cunt and pumped hard. It was inevitable after the alley and now John that she would come in his mouth. She fell over him as the orgasm ripped through her.
    “My turn.” John picked her up in a fireman’s lift and carried her wet, slippery body to the bed. He set her down and propped up her hips so her ass was in full view.
    As he mounted her, Poppy spread her legs to give him full access to her cunt. But that wasn’t where he was aiming. She cried out in sudden pain as his dick pushed inside her anus. Poppy clutched the sheets beneath her. Never had someone taken her ass with so little warning. As his dick drove inside, she whimpered at the burning discomfort.
    “Shhh…” John whispered in her ear. “You know you like it.”
    Poppy had been about to disagree when he began thrusting inside her. She held her breath as the discomfort turned to a burning heat that flooded her body. She pushed her ass back against him.
    John laughed. “You’re such a slut.”
    “Yes.” There was no point denying it. She loved sex in any form. That he was using her purely for his own satisfaction made it more exciting. She had no control. He was using her. She smiled and pushed her face down into the pillow. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass seemed to go on forever. Poppy loved a man with stamina.
    When John pulled out she moaned, already missing his fullness. He grabbed her around the waist and flipped her onto her back. She watched as his hand wrapped around his engorged cock. As the first drops of cum hit her breasts, Poppy dipped her fingers between her legs and rubbed hard. That she came almost instantly didn’t surprise her.
    “And I’ll be sure to commend your service to the hotel manager, John.”
     
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    Poppy pushed inside the door of The Hunt Club. It was situated off the main tourist strip beside the main railway line. It was Saturday night and as expected of a bar that had women’s panties tacked to the ceiling, it was filled with half drunken men and scantily clad women. It was a standard pick up place you would find in any city. Poppy looked around her. She had dressed simply due to the heat in denim shorts and a simple white peasant blouse. The lacy, satin red bra she had chosen to wear under the blouse was meant to be provocative but even with that she felt out of place. The women at the bar looked much wilder and drunker than Poppy believed she could ever be. One was bare-assed and sitting on the lap of a man. It didn’t take a genius to work out where his dick was buried.
    Poppy pushed through the crowd ignoring the hands that felt her ass and groped her breasts. She wondered where Joshua was. Am I crazy to come here?