small hotel

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Recently, I've had a new idea: to have a bastard child. I don't know whose child it is, preferably a bastard child of a lecherous man. That would be more fitting and better reflect my lecherous status.
As for the sources of the semen, there are just too many. I don't plan to use the ones in my hotel, because that way I could find out the semen's
identity. I want to have a bastard child whose father I don't know!

Because I'm near a big city, there are many hotels and guesthouses nearby, ranging from low-end to high-end. There are about 50 hotels of all sizes on the street near my
hotel . The nearby trash cans are filled with white garbage every day,
mostly from hotel rooms. There's toilet paper soaked in various liquids, all sorts of packaging boxes, and
tons of used condoms… Every time I walk within a meter of the trash cans, I can smell
the pungent stench …

And on the small hill in the nearby park, it's
a place where prostitutes and men who can't afford rooms meet. Every night, even just passing by the park's outer wall, I can hear the prostitutes' mating calls! In the woods of the small hill
, because no one had cleaned it for years, most of the ground was covered with various tissues and used
condoms . In some secluded places, there were even small yellow and white piles!

This thought made my heart flutter, and I started preparing to go out. First, I had to
get ready I stripped naked. Due to years of irregular lifestyle and diet, my body was extremely
thin, weighing less than 45 kilograms. I was so thin that my ribs were limp and the skin was hanging down
like black grapes. My hip bones were clearly visible below my extremely thin waist. My once round buttocks
were no and my buttocks were somewhat loose, with the large bones clearly visible. My once fair and slender legs were still
the same, but because there was not enough fat to accumulate, only bones were visible. Even
when my legs were together, a fist could pass between my thighs. This made my pubic bone even more prominent...

I started rummaging through the pile of clothes in my bedroom for what to wear today. I first took out a bra
and put it on. But because the bra was too soft, my head wouldn't come out. I had no choice but to find
a few pairs of short pads that some woman had thrown away and put them under the bra to barely get the blackheads out.

To prevent them from shrinking back, I used two clips to hold the already thin stubble at the back of the blackheads
. Because I kept touching the blackheads, my head started itching again! I couldn't help but
pinch and pull my head hard to get some relief. Now I
regret my idea of using asbestos to modify my head! It's too sensitive; even the slightest touch from clothing causes itching and stinging! This means my head
can't be touched much. Only clipping the base of my head provides slight relief, but the
consequence is that the back of my head gets thinner and thinner, and my head always looks like it has no neck bone…

…

After finally getting the bra on—something most women can do easily—I moved on to the next step.

I searched through piles of sex toys for the item I would use for my genitals today. I decided to use a plug today.
Soon I found over a dozen discarded sex toys. They came in all shapes and sizes, a real mixed bag.
After searching for a while, I finally picked out a large plug.

This plug was left behind a few days ago by a couple of foreign teachers from a nearby school. They were probably Russian, from
Renmin . The woman was around 40 years old, and I'd estimate she was nearly 1.8 meters tall. The plug had probably
been inside her since they came in. After their night of passion, I found this plug under their bed
the next morning when I was cleaning the room. It was covered
in yellowish-white liquid…

The largest one was oval-shaped, probably 8-9 centimeters long, and about 15 centimeters in length, including the short tail
and buttocks, about 18 centimeters. It was definitely large for a foreigner. Because I was busy at the time, I just put this one and
the other left behind in my pile of belongings without paying attention. After these few days of dryness, the liquid on it
had scabbed over and stuck to the plug, making it look particularly pungent… and giving off a fishy smell.

I put the plug on the bed and sat down hard on it! It really hurt! But because
there was no lubrication, it wouldn't go in. The secretions on the plug scraped against me, causing a stinging pain! Seeing that it was
impossible to get in—this size would be no problem for my current penis, but getting in from the
front was a bit difficult—I had to find a way to lubricate it.

I found a few condoms in my bra that I had just taken off; the bases were tied with
the byproducts from all the customers last night—still with my bodily fluids on them. Because they'd been inside my bra all day, they were a bit yellowish. Perfect
for lubrication. I carefully unhooked them and poured the liquid inside onto the huge plug. I poured
the yellowish liquid from seven condoms in a row to cover its enormous surface.

After the lubricant, the crusts on the plug began to soften, emitting a strong smell of European women
's body odor and the fishy smell of male semen… This time, I took the plug off the bed frame and onto the floor, holding it with one hand
and the other, aiming it at my sensitive spot. I let go and used all my weight to plunge it in without hesitation
… Ah!!! ...

Finally, I got in. I slammed the enormous anal plug—a piece of stuff a Russian woman had discarded the day before—
into my vagina! My entire weight pressed down on the massive plug, its
oval head slamming into my neck, pushing it forward a few centimeters. The force then
transferred from my neck to my genitals, sending waves of throbbing pain through my body. It felt like my body was being split in two. I was drenched in cold sweat, trembling with pain! It took me more than ten minutes to slowly stand up. The moment I stood up completely, I felt the plug
slowly pushing forward, pressing against my bladder, and I involuntarily lost control of my bladder... Because the plug was so large,
it was blocking the entrance, and the fluid slowly seeped out from around the plug... I could feel
the fluid still in my bladder, but because of the blockage, it couldn't all come out, slowly wetting my already
dark thickened...

After a while, I had to put it back on. With every step, I could feel the plug
pressing my bladder, and fluid slowly dripping out every few steps… I dared not straighten my back, because that
would only worsen the swelling and pressure; I could only walk slowly with a slightly hunched back. I had originally considered catheterization,
but it seems that's not an option…

Next, it should be… no, not the septum. After years of self-torture and
dilation with various instruments, my septum has lost its function. Even with forceful contraction, it can only release a coin-
sized amount; it has long lost its original purpose. Now, the huge plug inside my vagina
would go in very easily…

Since the topic is about penetration, let's start with fake penises. I found a double-headed penis, left behind by a couple who had been to the shop
before . I must say, the girls at the current shopping center are all
very pretty. One is tall and has short hair, wearing sportswear; the other is petite like a porcelain doll,
making want to cherish and protect her.

Who would have thought that these two had been making a ruckus in the shop all night? Their moans could be heard clearly even in the basement. When they checked out
the next day the younger one was helped out of the shop by her partner… When I cleaned the room
, I found the entire bed was wet, the mattress was wet, and the whole room smelled sweet and girlish,
which made me crawl on their bed and fiddle with it for a long time. Wrapped

in their blankets was this double-headed penis, covered in their fluids… The double-headed penis was about 4-5
centimeters in diameter, which is quite large for a girl. It was about 20 centimeters long; I can't imagine how it
got inside that girl's body. I immediately put the double-headed penis in my mouth and slapped it
hard . The tip of the double-headed dragon was already in my throat, making me gag, yet I couldn't bear
to spit out their juices. It was so uncomfortable. The sheets they used were still on my hard
bed, stained with yellow stains.

But I digress. Holding this double-headed dragon, once filled with the nectar of young girls, I slowly inserted it into myself
. It should have been easy, but because of the enormous thing inside me, there was some
resistance . As the double-headed dragon passed the plug, it pressed against the plug, which in turn pressed against my bladder, causing
a few more drops of fluid to come out. It got stuck halfway in, probably at the bend in my intestines.
I'm experienced in this area; I slowly rotated and pulled, and soon the entire double-headed dragon was inside me…

Normally, a double-headed dragon like this, which is rather small for me, would easily slip out, but
because of the large object in my vagina, it didn't slip out. However, it kept pressing against the huge thing in front,
making the feeling of wanting to ejaculate but being unable to was even stronger. But thankfully, the lower part was
basically finished.

I hadn't intended to wear pants, but I felt they would make me look even more constricted, so
I decided to find a pair anyway. Just as I was about to search through the mountain of pants for the lowest possible pair,
the bell rang upstairs. A customer must be checking out. I reluctantly and slowly made my way upstairs.

The couple was clearly a woman and a client; neither of them looked at the other. The man had his hand on his penis,
looking impatient. The woman, in her thirties, was dressed casually in a top and tight leather pants.
The pants were so tight there was no visible crease, so she was either not wearing any or wearing thongs. She seemed eager
to catch her next client.

I returned the deposit to the man, and they parted ways before even leaving the room…

I reluctantly and slowly climbed the stairs to clean the room. Each step on the stairs pressed down on my
body, and semen dripped slowly and steadily… As soon as I opened the door and entered the room, I smelled a foul odor—
not mine, but the smell emanating from the spittoon beside the bed. The entire spittoon was filled with a yellowish-brown liquid with white
floating matter; you couldn't even imagine what it was! This woman was really daring, willing
to sleep .

But compared to my own mess, it was nothing!

I quickly opened the window. Although I was used to this smell, the customers did
n't I wasn't short of money, I still had to do what I was supposed to. Because they were playing a game
, the sheets were covered not only with the woman's but also with the client's semen. Following my usual room cleaning routine, I
lay down on the sheets and used my mouth to clean up the unknown man's excrement. The smell was really strong,
especially the fishy, pungent odor that came from the mixture of semen and liquid…

It took me 5-6 minutes to basically "clean" the bed. As I was about to lift the sheets to clean
, I found the woman's pants that she had left behind. They were black shaping pants with a wide,
tight that could hold back the young woman's soft belly. They fit her perfectly. Seeing the crotch of the pants, I knew why they had been discarded. There was a thick layer of discharge, forming a long strip. When I brought my nose close,
I could smell a very strong odor of female genital secretions and fluids. It turned out this woman didn't use condoms with
any of the men! She'd just put them on and go to the next job. By the end of the day, the fluids from her vagina
, combined with her own secretions, had formed clumps, and the stains were visible even on the front of the pants—they were definitely
beyond . That's why they were discarded!

I hesitated for a moment, but still put the dirty pants on myself! I could feel the stains on my
skin … and even after putting them on, I could smell the odor of her genitals emanating from my own genitals…

A wave of shame washed over me…

This was my fate, wasn't it? Compared to those depraved women, wasn't I even more depraved than them? I
comforted myself.

There was no going back…

After a moment of stunned silence, I reverted to my reckless, lustful state. I'd been busy for quite a while, and I was a little thirsty
. I stared at the spittoon, slowly knelt down, raised it to my lips, and a strong smell assaulted
my nostrils. My throat tightened, and I slowly swallowed—
the liquid a customer had excreted into the spittoon while squatting by the bed, along with some other nascent fluids…

I took the old sheets and pillowcases, slowly walked back to the basement, put on a white short dress, and
could vaguely see two dark nipples that shouldn't be there at my age, and the black
bodysuit I wore underneath. I

went upstairs, turned off the lights, locked the door, and went out…

I came to a crossroads. To the left was the nearest trash can, already piled high with yellow and white
garbage; to the right was the entrance to a small park. I thought for a moment, then resolutely turned right. I
could already hear the warbling of orioles on the hill…

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