[Machine Tool Production][Hotel] Chapter 5 (Non-contact self-torture, extreme content)

Hotel
Author 　　: 　　diodio 　　Published
: 　　2015/02/02
********** 　　...　　　　The first two stories (Park. Otaku) both involve mature women. I want to clarify that mature women are just 　　one of my interests, not my only one. Therefore, I intentionally avoided any sense of "maturity" in this story. However, since physical intimacy always 　　leans towards a mature feel, there's no way around it. 　　Finally, it's the same old story: I've had enough of long legs, and breasts that are firm no matter how big. 　　Forever young and beautiful heroines! I'm going to fight against this form of erotic fiction! Although it's insignificant, 　　I'll be satisfied if readers can find even a little something new… 　　It's a bit long, and the style might change slightly, but non-contact self-harm remains the main theme. There won't be 　　any of the romantic feelings or incestuous relationships that normal erotic fiction should have 　　. Thank you to the readers who enjoy the following text. For those who don't like 　　this 　　, 　　please 　　close 　　this 　　page 　　... 　　********** 　　... Various boxes of sex drugs and 　　a large number of used condoms... Every time I walk within a meter of the trash can, I can smell the fishy, pungent 　　odor of various liquids... 　　And on the small hill in the nearby park, it's 　　a place where prostitutes and men who can't afford rooms have sex in the wild. Every night, even just passing by the park's outer wall, I can hear the moans of those prostitutes! 　　In the woods on the hill, because no one has cleaned it for years, most of the ground is covered with various tissues for wiping genitals and used condoms 　　. In some secluded places, they've even piled up into small, yellowish-white mountains! 　　This thought stirred my depraved heart, and I decided to go out. First, I needed to dress 　　up. 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 exposed, with limp, sagging breast skin and a 　　nipple the size of a black grape. Her extremely slender waist clearly revealed the shape of her hip bones. Her once round buttocks were no longer 　　visible; the flesh was somewhat loose, and her thigh bones were clearly visible. Her once fair and slender legs were still the same, 　　but because there wasn't enough fat to accumulate, only the leg bones were visible. Even 　　when her legs were together, a fist could pass between her hips, making her pubic bone appear even higher… 　　I started rummaging through the pile of clothes in my bedroom for what I was wearing today. First, I took out a sexy 　　bra that exposed her nipples and put it on. But because my breasts were too soft, my nipples wouldn't stick out of the bra. I had no choice but to find 　　a few pairs of short stockings that some prostitute had thrown away and put them under my breasts to barely expose my nipples. 　　To prevent them from shrinking back, I found two nipple clamps and clamped them 　　onto the little bit of breast flesh that was already attached to my nipples. Because I couldn't help but keep touching my nipples, they started to itch again! I couldn't help but 　　pinch and pull my nipples with my hands to relieve the itch slightly. I'm starting to regret my idea of using asbestos to modify my nipples 　　! They're so sensitive; even the slightest touch from clothing causes itching and stinging! This means my nipples 　　can't be touched much. Only clamping the base of my nipples with nipple clamps provides slight relief, but this makes 　　the back of my nipples thinner and thinner, like a head without a neck bone, always drooping downwards… 　　Finally 　　, after putting on a bra—something most women do easily and skillfully—I moved on to the next step. 　　Searching through piles of sex toys for the item I used in my vagina today. I decided to use an anal plug. 　　Soon, I found over a dozen discarded sex toys. They varied in size and color. 　　After searching for a while, I picked out a large, flesh-colored anal plug. 　　This plug was left behind a few days ago by a couple of foreign teachers from a nearby school. They were probably Russian, tall 　　and strong; the woman was around 40 years old, probably nearly 1.8 meters tall. The anal plug had likely 　　been inserted into the Russian woman's anus since they came in. After their all-night struggle, the next 　　morning when I went to tidy the room, I found this anal plug under their bed. When I found it, the plug 　　was covered in yellowish-white liquid… 　　The anal plug was oval-shaped, the largest one probably 8-9 cm long, and about 15 cm in length. Including the short tail 　　and the back, it was about 18 cm. Foreigners' sizes are indeed large. Because I was busy at the time, I just put this and the other 　　items they left behind into my pile of belongings without paying attention. After these few days of drying, the liquid on it 　　had scabbed over and stuck to the anal plug, looking particularly filthy… emitting a dry, fishy smell. 　　I put the anal plug on the bed board and sat down hard against my vagina! It really hurt! But because there was no 　　lubrication, I still couldn't insert it. The hard lumps of secretions on the anal plug scraped against me, causing sharp pain! Seeing that I really 　　couldn't insert it—this size would be no problem inserting into my current anus, but inserting it into the front…

It was actually quite 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 semen from all the customers last night—
"byproducts"—still warm from my body. Because they had 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 anal plug. I poured
the yellowish semen from seven condoms in a row to cover its enormous surface.
After the semen lubricated it, the scabs on the anal plug began to soften, emitting a strong smell of European women
's body odor and the fishy smell of Chinese men's semen… This time, I took the anal plug off the bed and onto the floor, holding onto
the bed with one hand and the anal plug with the other. I aimed the plug at my dry vagina, loosened my grip, and used all my weight to thrust
down... Ah!!!...
Finally, it was in! I slammed the enormous anal
plug—a plug a middle-aged Russian woman had inserted into her anus a day ago and then discarded—into my vagina! My entire weight pressed down on the massive anal plug, its oval
head slamming against my cervix, pushing it in a few centimeters. The force then
transmitted from the cervix to the uterus, sending waves of throbbing pain through my entire body. My body felt like it was being torn apart. Halfway through. Cold sweat poured down my body, and
I trembled with pain!
It took me more than ten minutes to slowly stand up. The instant I stood up completely, I felt the anal plug inside my vagina
slowly pushing forward, pressing against my bladder, and I involuntarily lost control of my bladder… Because the plug was too large, it had
blocked the urethral opening, and urine slowly seeped out from around the inserted plug… I could feel
fluid still in my bladder, but due to the blockage at the urethral opening, I couldn't urinate completely, which slowly moistened my already
darkened and thickened labia…
After a while,… I have to keep wearing it. With every step, I can feel the anal plug pressing against my uterus
and bladder, and urine is slowly dripping out every few steps… I dare not straighten my back, because that
would worsen the bloating and pressure; I can only walk slowly with a slightly hunched back. I was thinking of inserting a catheter, but it seems
that's not an option…
Next up is the anal opening—yes, the anal opening, not the anus. After years of self-torture and
dilation with various instruments, my anus has lost its function. Even with forceful contraction of the anus and lifting of the buttocks, the anus can only be exposed to a minimum of 1 cm. The hole, about the size of a
coin, had long lost its original purpose. The enormous anal plug inserted into my vagina
would easily fit into my anus…
Since an anal plug was in my vagina, I'll use a dildo later. I found a double-headed dragon pendant,
left behind by a couple of lesbians who came to the shop before. I must say, college students these days are truly unpredictable. Both girls were
very beautiful; one was tall with short hair and dressed in sportswear, the other petite and cute like a porcelain doll, making you
want to cherish and protect her.
Who would have thought that these two… They spent the entire night making noise in the shop; their moaning could be heard clearly even in the basement. The next
day, when they checked out, the young woman was helped out of the shop by her lover… When I cleaned the room,
I found the entire bed was wet, the mattress was damp, and the whole room smelled sweet and sticky with the scent of a young girl's vaginal fluid.
It made me lie on their bed and fiddle with it for a long time.
Wrapped in their blankets was this double-headed penis, covered in their nectar… The double-headed penis was about 4-5
centimeters in diameter, which is quite large for a young girl. It was about 20 centimeters long, truly… Imagine how it was
inserted into that young girl's body. I immediately shoved the double-headed dragon into my mouth,
thrusting it in and out forcefully. The tip of the double-headed dragon went all the way down my throat, making me gag, yet I couldn't bear
to spit out their nectar. It was so uncomfortable. The sheets they used were still on my hard bed,
dried and stained with yellowish, lustful fluid.
But I digress. Holding this double-headed dragon, once filled with the girl's nectar, I slowly inserted it
into my anus. It should have been easy, but... Because there was a huge object inside my vagina, there was some resistance
. When the double-headed dildo passed the anal plug, it squeezed the plug, which in turn squeezed my bladder, causing
a few drops of urine to be squeezed out. It got stuck halfway in, probably because it had reached the bend in my intestines.
I'm quite experienced with this, so I slowly rotated and thrust, and soon the entire double-headed dildo was inside my anus…
Normally, a double-headed dildo like this, which is a bit small for me, would easily slip out, but because of
the large object inside my vagina, it didn't… It slipped out, but it kept squeezing the huge thing in front,
making my feeling of wanting to urinate but not being able to urinate smoothly even stronger. Fortunately, the treatment of my lower body was
basically finished.
I didn't want to wear underwear, but I felt that wearing cheap underwear would make me feel even more humiliated, so
I decided to find a pair anyway. Just as I was about to search through the mountain of underwear for the cheapest pair,
the bell rang upstairs. It must be a customer checking out. I had no choice but to slowly walk upstairs, bending over.
This couple clearly looked like a prostitute and her client. Neither of them looked at the other. The man had his hand on the bar,
looking impatient. The woman, in her thirties, was dressed provocatively in a pink top and tight leather pants. The pants were
so tight that there was no visible underwear; she was either not wearing any or wearing a thong. They probably interacted briefly because they were both eager to get
their next client.
I returned the deposit to the man, and they parted ways before even leaving the building…
I slowly and helplessly walked up the stairs to do my house cleaning. Each step on the stairs squeezed my
body more, and urine dripped out slowly… Just as I opened the door… As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a strong stench of urine. It wasn't
mine; it was coming from the spittoon
next to the bed. The entire spittoon was filled with a yellowish-brown liquid with white floating matter—you knew what it was without even thinking! This woman was really daring; for a few extra dollars, she'd sleep with a client
without a condom.
But compared to my despicable behavior, it was nothing!
I quickly opened the window. Although I was used to this smell, the customers didn't care
. Business is business. Even though I wasn't short of money, I still had to do what I was supposed to do. Because they were playing with...
So the sheets weren't just covered in the prostitute's vaginal fluids, but also the client's semen. Following my usual room cleaning routine, I lay face
down on the sheets and used my mouth to clean up the unknown man's bodily waste. The smell was really strong,
especially the pungent, fishy odor from the mixture of semen and vaginal fluids…
It took me 5-6 minutes to basically "clean" the bed. While preparing to lift the sheets to clean
, I found the prostitute's discarded underwear. It was a high-waisted, black shaping pair with a wide, loose yet
tight waistband that could restrain the middle-aged prostitute's soft belly. It fit her perfectly. Seeing the crotch area, I
knew why this underwear had been discarded .
The crotch area had a thick layer of secretions, forming a long strip. When I brought my nose close,
I could smell a very strong odor of female genital secretions and semen. Apparently, this prostitute
didn't use condoms with any of the men she slept with! She'd put it on right after and move on to the next client. By the end of the day, the semen flowing from her cunt,
combined with her own secretions, had clumped together, leaving stains even on the front of her panties—it was definitely beyond washing
. That's why she threw them away!
I hesitated for a moment, then put the filthy panties on myself! I could feel my labia touching
that stain… and even after putting them on, I could smell the stench of a prostitute emanating from my genitals…
A wave of humiliation washed over me…
This was my fate, wasn't it? Compared to those lowly prostitutes, wasn't what I did even more despicable? I comforted
myself.
There was no turning back…
After a moment of stunned silence, I reverted to my reckless, despicable state. I'd been busy for quite a while, and I was a little thirsty
. I stared at the spittoon, slowly kneeling down and raising it to my lips. A pungent stench assaulted
my nose. My throat tightened, and I slowly swallowed—the
spittoon filled with the semen and urine of a woman who had been penetrated by a client and then squatted by the bed…
I picked up an old sheet and pillowcase, slowly walked back to the basement, put on a short white dress,
the two dark nipples—probably not at my age—and the black,
tight-fitting underwear I wore.
I went upstairs, turned off the lights, locked the door, and went outside…
I came to a crossroads. To my left was the nearest trash can, piled high with yellowish-white
garbage; to my right was the entrance to a small park. I thought for a moment, then resolutely turned right. I
could already hear the moans of prostitutes on the hill, moaning and groaning…
(To be continued)

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