My Erotica – Out to Dry (13 page)

They then ended
their meeting as they always did.

They shook
hands and agreed that what they were doing was for a better
mankind, safer and more efficient humankind.

Fembots were
stage one of their master plan to evolve humankind into a robotic
future, the plan was going well, and nobody suspected anything.
Nobody knew the real purpose behind their Organization, and they
wouldn’t before it was too late.

Steven nodded,
yes it was the only way.

THE TROPICAL HOTEL OF
DRUNKEN DEBAUCHERY

Once upon a
time I worked in a hotel in a very isolated tropical location.
These are the adventures I experienced in a small tropical town,
whilst working in the local hotel. I had intended to only be there
for a few weeks, I stayed for six months, when I left sexually
exhausted. I had never experience such wild eroticism in my
life.

Once upon a
time I worked in a hotel in a very isolated tropical location.

My sexual
adventures in the tropics, up until that time, had shown me that
there was a lot of hot sexual promiscuity in the hot damp
climates.

Maybe this is
why it is the tropical areas of the world that are the most over
populated. I don't know why people are such sex maniacs in the
tropics; the heat is usually too oppressive. But for some unknown
reason, people do seem randier and naughtier in tropical areas.

These are the
adventures I experienced in a small tropical town, whilst working
in the local hotel.

I had intended
to only be there for a few weeks, just a temporary job over a few
weeks holiday. But the staff were so much fun to play with that I
stayed for six months, when I left sexually exhausted.

I was working
in the bottle shop, on the day shift and just getting to have a
feel for the place.

The pace was
quite slow, there were maybe a thousand workers at the nearby mine
and about the same number of local indigenous people.

One afternoon,
one of the girls said there would be a party that night in the
staff quarters and she was coming to buy some supplies. She
introduced herself. Her name was Angie and she was very, very hot -
one of those women who just exuded sex. Which was a real pity
because my colleague informed me, as Angie headed off to the staff
quarters, that she had a boyfriend, his name was Terry and he also
worked at the hotel. My colleague Paul also suggested however that
Angie was a real goer, and he seemed to indicate that she might
just be available to the right person at the right time. I liked
that idea and since I hadn't yet met Terry I didn't really feel bad
fantasizing about his girlfriend’s hot body.

It sounded like
this party was going to be fun, but as the new boy in town maybe I
would just have to wait and see.

THE FIRST
PARTY

At the end of
my shift at about six pm I went to the mess area and quickly had my
dinner. The great part of working in a hotel is the free and high
standard meals available to staff. After dinner I went back to my
room and showered and dressed. It was a very warm evening, the
usual afternoon rains had come and gone and left the air heavy with
dampness. The rooms were simple but had ceiling fans, as well as
large windows and sliding doors that opened. Obviously they had
insect screens to allow them to be open most of the time.

Apparently it
was Terry and Angie who were hosting the party. Paul came around
and said, “Let's go get drunk and get some pussy.”

So, off we
went. When we arrived, there were already about half a dozen people
there. It seemed like they were the hard core party goers amongst
the staff. Angie was there already seeming quite tiddly and giggly.
She came up and welcomed me, and gave me a very deliberate and wet
kiss on the mouth.

She was wearing
a very short skirt and a t shirt, with obviously no bra underneath.
I enjoyed the sight of her jiggling tits – it was a very enjoyable
sight.

Angie
introduced me to two of her girlfriends, Kerry, a tall but awkward
looking woman who was also one of the cooks at the hotel and Karen,
a shorter, chunky girl who was one of the barmaids. Karen also
seemed quite drunk. I liked Karen straight away. She also wrapped
her arms around me, pressed her large tits against me and gave a
big welcoming kiss. I liked this place already.

We all drank
beers for a while and talked the usual amount of shit one does in
these circumstances. Then the girls got everyone up dancing and
there was a lot of drunken bouncing, jiggling and rubbing of groins
together. We were all dancing rather independently and just rubbing
against whoever was available.

Angie was
giving everyone a provocative rub, and a few times gave me a little
grope. This was one very wild girl. Karen was also making sure I
had her attention and I was happy to oblige.

Then when we
were dancing wildly to some latest hit, she leaned forward and gave
me a big wet sloppy kiss and lifted up her t shirt to show off her
magnificent large tits to me, and, of course, to everyone else.
Everyone cheered her loudly and clapped, she jiggled for them
appreciatively.

Shortly
thereafter one by one the other girls joined in, they all lifted up
their tops and let the guys see their boobs. They all thrust their
tits in the directions of the boys, in the direction of each other
and two of the girls, Angie and Kerry, started sucking each other’s
tits.

The song ended,
everyone returned to normal for a moment but this was one hell of a
party and I needed another drink.

My friend Paul
suggested we hit the real stuff so he dragged out the bottle he had
brought and poured me some tequila. To this he added some lemonade
and lemon and we got stuck into some serious drinking. Karen came
over and sat next to me, it appeared I would be her pick up
tonight. As we chatted it seemed as though my friend and Kerry were
hitting it off, they were all over each other in the corner. She
was up against the wall, he was kissing her and her top was lifted
up while he felt her tits.

I couldn't
remember seeing such open displays of sex. It was very exciting.
Karen kissed me long and hard to make sure I had her attention.
Since my buddy had himself a girl for the night I thought I might
as well pursue Karen and see where it took me.

As we kissed
she was squeezing my ass, and pulling me close to her body. I was
really enjoying her attention. She stood up, took my hand and
suggested we go somewhere a bit more private. No argument was
forthcoming from me, it sounded like a great suggestion.

She took me
next door to her room, and we settled down on the bed kissing. I
took off her top so I could pay some attention to her tits and was
kissing them and sucking them.

As we got more
and more carried away my hands began their dutiful wandering.

My fingers
headed towards her panties, but she stopped me and whispered that
she had her period. She said she would do other things for me, and
smiled.

I continued to
kiss her and fondle her and then I pushed my hand into her panties
as she gasped, and I told her I didn’t mind if she had her period,
it made no difference to me, unless it bothered her.

She was quite
drunk by now, obviously, and she seemed excited by my brave
suggestion. She kissed me hard and told me I was all hers.

Without further
ado, I ripped her panties off her and moved down to lick her blood
filled cunt. She tried to push my head away, but only for a split
second, and then thrust her pussy towards my face. I soaked up her
bloodied vagina, licking it, tasting it; smelling it. Her animal
smells were driving me crazy.

I then moved my
body up on top of her, she opened her legs wide and I slid my cock
into her sticky, smelly blood filled vagina. Oh god it felt good.
As I slammed into her she was crying out loudly, urging me on. Her
legs were raised and wrapped around me, offering me complete
entrance to her cunt.

It was so
exciting. Just as things were coming to a head, Angie stumbled in
and cried out, “Oh my fucking god, what a bloodbath,” and behind
her in stumbled another half a dozen drunken people who all decided
to perv at me and Karen fucking.

It was then
that I looked down and noticed that we were both covered in her
blood; it was all over the sheets and our bodies.

“Fucking wild,”
said Angie, “I want to be fucked like that when I have my period.”
With that she took the others out of the room.

In our drunken
stupor, Karen and I just blushed a little and then kept on
fucking.

After we had
finished our little blood bath session, and were kissing and
relaxing, Karen suggested we both shower. We went and washed off
our blood covered bodies, and I think the intimacy of this brought
us very close together. She dressed me and told me to go, but
before I went she said, “I don't care who you fuck, just save some
of you for me.”

That was an
excellent instruction.

THE BOTTLE
SHOP

The next day we
were all rather hung over and I don't think many of them remembered
the events of the night before.

Karen did. She
came up to me whilst I was on my shift at the bottle shop and gave
me a big kiss and hug and said, “Thank you, last night was simply
lovely.”

She also said
she wanted to explain her comments from the night before when she
had said I was free to do as I pleased. She said that she wasn't
here to fall in love and just wanted to experience life freely, as
she had done last night. It didn't mean she would fuck any man
going, but she wanted to be free to jump into bed with someone if
it suited her.

She also said
she liked me a lot, and wanted me to have the same freedom, even if
it would make her a little jealous. She liked the idea of being a
little jealous.

And she said
she was most interested in having a threesome one day and was
hoping Angie would be into it. She asked if would like that.

I told her that
of course I did.

I must say she
was looking very sexy. She was wearing brief little shorts that
hugged her tight ass nicely and gave me fantasies about her bottom.
And her top displayed her ample breasts generously, much to my
satisfaction. She looked around to see if there was anyone watching
and took me behind the counter. She then lifted up her top. Her
braless breasts hung free, I leant forward and gave each nipple a
kiss. She was one very hot and sexy woman!

She mentioned
that some of the staff had missed last night’s party and it looked
like there would be another one, she asked if I was going to be
there. I indicated that it would most certainly be on my social
calendar for the evening and I looked forward to seeing her
there.

A few hours
later my colleague Paul turned up to work and he told me about his
adventures with the cook, as he called her. Apparently they had
gone off somewhere and fucked each other’s brains out wildly and he
seemed white infatuated with her.

I wondered if
that was a good thing as the cook had also kissed me a few times at
the party, had then groped me down below and seemed quite a slutty
thing. I wasn't sure if he should so enamoured of her just yet but
there is no questioning young love, is there?

Paul was an
interesting character. He had a full time job in town but also
worked a few hours at the hotel, in the bottle shop.

I soon learnt
that his attraction to this job was the extra money he was making
on the side. This was before the days of computers and surveillance
cameras and other high tech gadgetry. Many of the local indigenous
community came to the bottle shop to buy their alcohol supplies and
then they would return to the outlying missions where they lived.
On social security day they would descend on the bottle shop in
great numbers.

One
characteristic they had was little understanding of the value of
money. If you told them something cost twenty dollars they wouldn't
know how much money to give you. Paul used to take advantage of
this weakness.

Let’s say a
carton of beer cost twenty dollars. The indigenous person, not
knowing the value of money, might put forward a twenty dollar note,
another twenty, and a hope it was enough. Paul would look at the
money and tell them it was enough and give them a few dollars back,
and put the profit from this exchange in his pocket. It was not
uncommon for him to make over a thousand dollars a week extra, cash
in hand using this method of stealing from the locals. On the
pension week he would make a fortune from the men who would hand
over all their money for alcohol.

Usually during
the second week it was the women who would have the money for the
booze. They either kept some aside, or offered the men sex in
return for money to buy alcohol or a straight swap, pussy for beer.
It was quite an outrageous situation and quite disturbing, but then
I wasn't the law and it wasn't my job to police the social welfare
system in this country. And I am sure it is something that had gone
for a long time.

Anyhow, Paul
had a plan. He had a good income from his full time job, where he
also seemed to be able to rip off the clients, and he was making a
fortune from the bottle shop. He was saving for a house and within
six months planned to be able to pay cash for it, far, far away. It
was interesting, clever and disturbing.

It also
appeared he had dabbled in the sex for beer trade to keep himself
in pussy from time to time. I don't know if his new lover was aware
of all this.