Boryn Stone
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Hotel Towel
🕑 Added 2023-10-05 17:58:51 +0000 UTCYou heard a knock on your hotel door, leading you to wonder who it could be. You were lying on the bed having just checked in less than an hour ago. Was it the clerk? Could there have been an issue? You would have ignored it, but curiosity got the best of you, causing you to rise from your recline and answer.
You had barely opened the door when a giant unit of a man came barrelling through, his immense body giving you little room to move out of the way. He was followed by a large suitcase that bulged out, a reflection of the man dragging it along with him. They were heavy and round, their clothes stretched over a massive expanse that filled the area around them. You could almost imagine the man having the same rolling capabilities as his luggage.
He dropped his suitcase on the floor and turned to the bed, coming crashing down on the spot you had just got up from. He let out a groan as he hit the mattress, a loud sigh of all the stress releasing from his body. It was almost comical the way his body bounced from his weight, just like a smooth bowling ball his bald head reminded you of would.
"Finally, my room" The man said, paying no attention to you standing to the side.
You had no clue what to make of the situation, wondering what would make the stranger act in such a way. You walked up to the side of his bed, his vision catching your legs.
"Ah you're still here" He said, rolling to face you. "What are you still doing in my room?"
You felt a vein of frustration begin to form on your forehead looking at the fat behemoth of a man in front of you. You hoped your conversation wouldn't devolve into a stubborn argument, getting the sense the man was so full of himself from his stubby appearance.
"No, you're not supposed to be here. This is the room I'm staying in. I don't know where you're supposed to be, but you're not meant to be here."
"Of course I am" The bulk answered, sitting up on the bed. "This is the room I always stay in at this hotel, no matter what." He drew his shirt over his head, revealing his pompous soft body before throwing the article of clothing off to the side. "Go get another room. I don't care where you end up, but I'm gonna take a shower" He said, standing and beginning to remove the rest of his wear.
You stared in shock as the giant man made of jello stripped, watching his body shake as he removed his bottom wear that could have been used as flags. A mess of hair covered his body, strands that barely covered his canvas of skin as it shook loosely with mass. His body was heavily laden, the fat on it hanging as though it had been draped over him, every movement sending ripples across his entire surface.
You had been too preoccupied watching in disgust to do anything before he finished. The bulbous head directly connected to his shoulders looked up once he did, identifying you.
"Ah you're still here. I guess if it's ok with you, I could use you after all" He mentioned, reaching out with his stubby hand.
Signals fired in your head to run, your body quickly entering flight mode on reflex. It was too late as his sausage fingers wrapped around your shirt. At least, what you thought had been your shirt. You tried to step away only to find yourself falling over, his grip holding your body with all your weight suddenly held by his hand.
The world turned white and fuzzy. You couldn't move. You were hanging there, suspended, absolutely paralyzed as he somehow started to carry you over to the bathroom. You were panicking, trying to figure out what was happening, unable to see anything. You felt what you thought were the tips of your fingers and toes occasionally dragging on the carpeted floor, swinging from his grasp.
In a moment you felt yourself tossed over a metal bar, the sound of running water suddenly filling the space. You thought you'd have time to figure your situation out, only to feel the room growing thick with humidity. You felt it in your head, your thoughts growing heavy and slow from the steam. Your entire body felt more lethargic, weighed down from the moisture in the air, growing heavier and heavier each progressing moment.
You gave up trying to think, your thoughts drowned by the water, content to just stay there hanging damply. Your awareness was brought back once you heard the water shut off. A wet hand gripped your body pulling you from your perch, immediately dragging you across a plush soaked body. You felt yourself pressing into his soft skin, his matted body hair dragging through you as you felt his body shaking under your touch.
You could do nothing as you felt yourself drawing the moisture from his skin, taking the sweat and soil from it as he dragged you into his pits and under his stomach. As he pressed you into his crotch you felt your head filled with his member, its scent quickly setting into your body. As it spread into your system you felt a new purpose consume you, a need to take it. To contain it. You felt yourself getting lost in its flavor as he kept you there, unable to sense him bringing you out of the shower and laying with you on the bed.
You felt his cock begin to swell into you, tenting you over his body. In a moment his thumb was sticking into you, rubbing his dick through your damp surface. You could taste his precum begin to leak into you, your thoughts soaking in his fluid. You needed more. He was taking his time, using your rough surface to pleasure himself. You were taking in the sweat beginning to emit from his groin, your body easily absorbing the moisture from the curls around his jewels. In seconds his scent filled your world, your body helpless as he soiled you, quickly cumming onto your white surface.
You could taste the salt overwhelming your being, your mind drowning in the distinct flavor of his fluids and musk. He left you there with his excrement sticking to you, left to soak and dry in it. As moisture evaporated from your body, you felt your consciousness fading as well, replaced by the flavor left behind, slowly engrained into your being. You were nothing but his towel now, at least for the rest of his week. Your mind would be wiped everytime you were washed, left to soak in the secretions of whoever you were left with next.
