Last night, I stayed at a business hotel in a certain part of the city. Unable to sleep in the middle of the night, I decided to go to the vending machine on the second floor to buy a beer. The pajamas provided by the hotel were long shirt-style, more like a nightgown than pants, and I was wearing them without a bra, just panties underneath. It was already past 1 AM, so I optimistically thought no one would be around and took the elevator. To my surprise, a man in his late 40s was already in the elevator when the doors opened. I was startled, but since it was inside the hotel, I reassured myself that nothing strange would happen and pressed the button for the second floor. The man smelled slightly of alcohol and seemed to be drunk. As planned, I got off on the second floor, bought my beer, and when I tried to get back on the elevator, it was still there, and the man was still inside. I had a bad feeling but got on anyway, and as I pressed the close button, the man grabbed me from behind. He whispered in my ear, "Don't make a sound," and in a low voice added, "You know what will happen if you do." I froze as he touched my chest through the pajamas and unbuttoned a few buttons from the top, exposing my right breast. "Look, you're not wearing a bra. You wanted this, didn't you?" he whispered, unbuttoning more and touching my left breast directly. My chest was fully exposed, and the man fondled both breasts. "See, you're enjoying this," he said, pinching my nipples, which made them erect, and I couldn't help but let out a moan. The man sucked on my ear, kissed my neck, and continued to suck. My legs were shaking, and I was barely able to stand, both scared and aroused. The man pressed the button for his floor and ordered me to get off there, leading me to his room. During this time, my chest remained fully exposed, and he continued to fondle one of my breasts. Once in his room, he stripped off my pajamas, leaving me in just my panties, and made me stand in front of a mirror, fondling my breasts from behind again. "This is what you wanted, right?" he said. When I stayed silent out of fear, he demanded, "Answer me!" and squeezed my breasts harder. Scared, I said, "Yes." "Good girl. Do you want me to take you?" he asked. When I shook my head, he slipped his hand into my panties and touched me there. Embarrassingly, I was wet, and he laughed, "Your body is saying it wants to be taken. Say, 'Take me.'" He pulled down my panties and, while pinching my nipples, ordered, "Say it!" My body grew hotter, and I finally said, "Take me." The man kept saying, "I can't hear you, say it louder," and each time I repeated, "Take me," I felt more and more aroused. Satisfied, he inserted his fingers and moved them around. He squeezed my breasts hard, and I let out a sound, which made him gag me with a towel. Strangely, this made me feel even more aroused, and he took me to the bed, where he continued to take me multiple times. The more I thought about being taken, the more I felt, and even when he was about to take me again, I didn't feel like escaping. At some point, he removed the gag and made me take his penis in my mouth, and I eagerly licked and sucked it. He held my head with both hands and moved it back and forth, and I could feel myself getting wetter. I don't remember how many times he took me until morning. But embarrassingly, I felt more than I ever had during any previous sex. After returning to my room at dawn, I looked at my naked body in the mirror before taking a shower and masturbated again. I don't know how many times I came that night. Then I slept like the dead until checkout. I might go back to that hotel again. And I feel like next time, I might go out without a bra or panties, which scares me.
