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Giant Onsen Hotel Yu-Topia Chapter 4 - Hotel Corridor with Global Exposure
🕑 Added 2020-10-18 22:35:30 +0000 UTCWhen he woke up, he found himself on a luxury hotel bed.
I seemed to have fallen completely asleep on the soft, warm sheets.
The light was of course off from the laptop on the bed, and I couldn't even remember how far I'd gotten with the report I'd just written. I looked at the phone in my hand and saw that the time was around 2am.
Normally I don't fall asleep in earnest like this, but I wonder if the unusual environment affects my physical condition and sleepiness.
Or is it .......
Since I arrived at this hotel, I was tired of being involved in some strange situations.
I lay down again, but when I became aware of it, my memories came rushing in like a muddy stream.
The memories were all of a rugged, middle-aged man.
I'm sure you'll be able to find the right one for you.
It's a good idea to make the meat pole erect. Quivering muscles. He was contorting his bearded face.
--The sleepiness had completely disappeared.
There was no point in doing this, so I started up my computer again and started writing my report.
But still, that figure, that body, that smell. It was burning in his eyes and nose. It wasn't that I didn't like it. I was confused, but not uncomfortable. I wanted to keep it with me if possible.
As I typed, my mind ruminated only on the events of the day.
My hands slowed and finally stopped as I wrote my report.
With a burning desire, I fired up my browser and typed the words in the search window.
"jerk4.
It's an overseas site and it's an "adult live streaming site" used by all kinds of people, both domestic and international.
Today, a lot of people from all over the world have been exposed to ...... or to expose their lust for others.
It's different from pre-made videos like porn. Raw amateurs expose their body at the same time, and the reality. Pleasure like meeting your favorite distributor by chance. Feeling of immorality like peeping at. It's a site that I sometimes open because many things have become a habit.
I wasn't really aware of it, but maybe I like people with a desire for exposure in the first place.
The fact that my excitement is outweighing my discomfort at today's experience is proof of that.
As I was scrolling around with that in mind, I saw a distributor who was getting a significant number of views in Japan today, a rare occurrence.
You can see from the thumbnails that he has an amazing body, and it's not often you see someone as amazing as this, even from a foreign distributor.
''Tonight--I'm going to show you a wonderful new world.
Bluebigpapa...... You're new to this.
As you can see from the background glimpses behind the skin-colored thumbnails, the delivery was not inside the house. But it's not outdoors either. She was in a large building somewhere.
She seemed to be almost naked, but I could see a faint blue swimsuit on her lower body. I can't even see her face. She's the type of distributor who doesn't show it all, just barely holding back.
I want to see more.
That's what I'm led to believe.
I clicked on the thumbnail with such a desire.
'Nn......'
I opened the page and the first thing that struck me was the discomfort.
There was a sense of deja vu on the floor, the pattern of the carpet, the atmosphere of the space .......
It looked familiar. It's not a story. I remember walking through it today.
But even more than that, the chunks of muscle that filled the screen were the mass of familiarity.
"Huh ...... huh ......, I left the room as you requested... ...hah, hah.'
That stretched-out, distinctive bikini. The blue beard that fills his face even though he should have shaved it off. And now that low, upturned voice.
There's no doubt about it.
This is ...... this pervert, Mr.Ohyama.
As I grasped the situation, I found that my heart was palpitating faster and faster.
The comment section of the delivery is awful. Which hotel is this? There were various comments like "He's so perverted" or "He has a dirty body :-)", etc., which were sure to excite the audience.
There were comments in a variety of languages, as if they were being viewed from overseas, and there were frequent alerts of tips being dropped. All of which probably drove Mr.Ohyama crazy. It had to be.
'Oh, ......, give me a break, ......, face, no face, no face, no hotel, yea, I can't say ...... ah, no more, no more than this, no more than this. Just put up with the dick, just handle my dick. ......
Mr.Ohyama was begging ...... as if she was being ordered to comment, but she was panting with a mixture of pleasure.
The sight of him with his crotch wide open and on his back is not ...... very good, but it's not something you can hide behind on the spur of the moment, and it's not something you can excuse.
Even though it's this time of day, what if people come in? If I open the door right now, a lot of things are going to fall apart.
My mind was messed up with emotions that made me as anxious as I was, and the desire to continue watching this delivery.
Is there something about this hotel that makes men feel sexually uninhibited and uninhibited? They are all obsessed with something, looking obscene, aroused, and ejaculating.
I can't even consider why, maybe it's the food or the water, maybe it's a spiritual phenomenon, but it doesn't have any effect on me, especially when I'm supposed to be eating the same thing. I don't know. The only reality that persists is that an obscene middle-aged man is yawning on a live feed.
Mr.Ohyama shyly approached the camera.
His muscular arms and his magnificent meat pole, which was no less impressive, were in the big picture. The sound was tremendous. The awful sound of water rubbing against the lotion, the meat stick, and the arm rang out violently from the computer.
It's so intense that you'd think you could hear it from the other side of the door if you strained your ears.
'Hmm--Ooohhhhhh, the tip of it, ahhh ......! Oh, I can't keep my voice down ......!
Mr.Ohyama barked pleasantly on his back to stimulate the glans with his backhand.
Oh, I shouldn't.
Even the nose is in the picture.
I can see my face at any moment.
In anticipation of that moment, the comments are finally wrapped up in the intense heat of the moment.
Now let me out, let me see it, what do you look like, don't you really want to show me everything?
It's not: "Oh, no, it's not ......, this is required, so I have no choice but to ....... Ah, ah, ka, face, no face, no face, wow, if they find out who I am ...... huh ...... huh ......'
Even as he said this, one eye finally entered the screen. It's a thorny and debauched eye. The bottom of her nose is stretched out, her eyebrows are lowered, and it is easy to imagine the entire obscene expression on her face.
The number of views is increasing rapidly, and Mr.Ohyama's hand movements become more and more obvious with it.
Show me your face, show me your true identity, Uncle Pervert's face worship face, I can almost see your face, your face, your whole body, holy shit.
"Oh, oh, I can't feel my strength. ...... ah, ah, ...... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. ...It feels so good, I can't even sit down... ......!
When Mr.Ohyama exaggeratedly shouted that, I saw the body on its back collapse with a crunch.
Oh, I shouldn't.
He stood up hurriedly in front of the computer, but that didn't change anything in Mr.Ohyama's reality.
His body collapsed, his knees broke, and his muscular body approached the hotel floor.
And so ...... the face that was just barely out of sight, was all contained within the screen.
It's not just the face. It's not just the face, it's the short trimmed haircut and everything else.
I could see it, I could see it, I saved it, face bad, the whole world is watching you, uncle, and you're so gangly.
'Huh, huh .........! ......, and then, oh no, oh no, what you did with me, oh no, what you did with me, this is such a wicked thing to do, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!
Mr.Ohyama, who probably stared at the comment, buzzed and twitched as he looked at the camera in a gutter.
Oh, it's coming out. It's coming out.
A man can understand. The omen.
''N--haa...... ahhh...... ahhh! I can't hear my voice. You're going to lose to your dick... .........!
Mr.Ohyama ejaculated vigorously, just as the majority of viewers had expected.
In the corridor of the hotel, exposing himself to a lot of people, he even showed his hapless ejaculation face.
Above all, the scream at the time of ejaculation was terrific, and this time it was clearly heard from here through the door.
It's dangerous.
If this is the case, the entire floor will really be noticed.
If that happens, what will happen to ...... Mr.Ohyama.
If this is exposed to the eyes of real people, how in the world will this person ...... ejaculate?
I don't know what I was actually thinking at the time, but I don't know what I was thinking.
Was it out of concern for the kind Mr. Ohyama in the daytime, or was it because I was trying to recreate the perverted act of Mr. Ohyama in the pool, or was it because I wanted to taste the Bluebigpapa on the other side of the computer?
Anyway, the sound of the door being opened was definitely the only reality.
It's a good thing that you're able to have a good time with your friends and family.
With a double voice coming from the speakers of the computer and the hallway, Mr.Ohyama ejaculated for the second time.
A horrendous male odor mixed with sweat, semen and the smell of Mr.Ohyama's feet passed through his nostrils from the hotel corridor.
'Mr.Ohyama,'
'Ha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na! Oh, ahhh, this, this is ...... this, this is--! Oh, nah, name, my name now ......!
It's okay, I just cut the feed off.
'Hah ...... hah ...... delivery. Oh, I didn't think I'd see ...... delivery and then I'd see ....... That's not it. It's not that. This is ...... that. I'm feeling a bit choked up inside, I didn't mean to go this far. I can't help it. ...... But that doesn't mean I'm going to justify myself: ...... haha ...... haha.
Mr.Ohyama continued to play with her crotch as if she was no longer possessed, even though she was making excuses. It was no time to get ahead of the game. The white male juices were pouring out endlessly. It was thick and smelly.
The ejaculation that had been shown to many people was now shown to just one person.
Mr.Ohyama-san gasped softly and pleasurably at the pleasure of it, "Oh .......
'Um. Anyway, ....... Da, it's okay, I mean, I'm not going to tell anyone.
'Oh, ................ ......... So, okay, thank you, thank you? Haha, that's weird ...... too, sorry .......... Oh, ...... and then, damn it, I was just like this ...... what ...... is, haha ......
Mr.Ohyama seemed to have finally regained his reasoning after his third ejaculation.
His face turned red as he rolled his back and walked to his room, his large body desperately trying to make it smaller.
I don't know what's going on.
But there's definitely "something" affecting this hotel.
I have to find out about this hotel.
It's dangerous if we don't do something about it. It's not just Mr.Oyama. Many strong fathers who stayed at this hotel will be exposed irreparably.
