3 comments/ 25902 views/ 2 favorites Occupied By: CreativeCouple3 Kevin exited the cab, exhausted, and met the driver at the trunk to retrieve his luggage. He thanked the cabbie and slipped him a $5 tip, extending the handle on his suitcase and entering the hotel's elegant lobby. Kevin breathed a sigh of relief that there wasn't a line at the reception desk. His inbound flight had been delayed repeatedly, and he now had precious few hours of sleep before his early morning presentation. He provided his credit card to the receptionist, who quickly retrieved his reservation and handed him a key card to Suite 1518. "Nice," Kevin thought, "Cheap bastards are springing for a suite after all." He entered the elevator alone. On the ballroom level, an attractive brunette with an hourglass figure sporting a short skirt hopped on and pushed the button for the 17th floor. His mind was moderately distracted from his fatigue as he contemplated how fantastic she looked...which of course ultimately transitioned into wondering how she might be in the sack. He began to feel a slight arousal as his eyes traced the curve of her breasts, her hips, her butt, and her thighs. The elevator doors opened noisily, breaking his reverie. He wished the brunette a good evening. "Great," Kevin lamented, "I'm tenser now than I was 5 minutes ago." His thoughts of room service dinner and several scotches on the rocks were now being weighed against a pay-per-view movie. He wondered which option would take the edge off better. The walk down the hallway was short, and the door to Suite 1518 opened without a hitch. Kevin tossed his coat on the chair and rolled his suitcase into the sitting area before stopping abruptly. Something didn't seem right, and he thought he heard movement in the bedroom. "Must be the maid doing a final check," he muttered. "Maybe I'll get some chocolate on my pillow." He nudged the bedroom door with the toe of his shoe. It swung open wide to reveal a scene that rendered nonexistent his lustful thoughts of the brunette in the elevator. Kevin was momentarily stunned. He first focused on the blond woman in the middle of the king-sized bed. She was on her hands and knees. Her voluptuous figure and white skin upon which beads of sweat were forming instantly captivated Kevin. Her soft red lips were open in pleasure, and her clear blue eyes were full of longing. Kevin widened his field of vision to include the man poised behind her. He was engaging the blond with long deep strokes. His fingers dug into her flesh as he grasped her hips in total control, forcing his hard cock into her wetness. Her large breasts swayed with each penetration, and she moaned contentedly. Kevin was frozen. It was the woman who noticed him first. They locked eyes, and -- though she looked surprised -- Kevin sensed it was almost as if she didn't mind the unknown presence in the room. Her intense pleasure far outweighed any desire to stop being fucked in front of a stranger; in fact, it seemed to almost increase as he stared. Her partner then sized up him with a measured glance. Kevin tensed, ready for the man's trim muscular frame to lunge toward him. But, with an almost imperceptible nod of his head, the man refocused his attention on the curvaceous blond. Her sweat-dampened hair was beginning to curl into waves, and every bit of her looked ravishing. The weariness Kevin had felt a mere five minutes before vanished. He supposed the hotel made room mistakes from time to time, but he could never have imagined the error would result in a most treasured fantasy coming to life. He had long desired to be a voyeur, an onlooker during a couple's most intimate moments, furtive stolen glances fueling his hunger. But it had always been just that, a secret dream. He knew intellectually everyone in the room should be embarrassed, but no one showed the slightest bit of remorse. Kevin willed himself to turn around, walk out, and close the door behind him. It would only take a few minutes to explain the mix-up at the front desk, and they might give him an even better upgrade. But Kevin couldn't move. This mesmerizing woman had commanded him to stay without saying a word. What kept his feet glued to the floor was the lustful, wanton look she cast toward him. He stood transfixed as the man kept thrusting his substantial cock into his lover's pussy. Kevin's own cock began to stiffen as he watched. He lost himself in the moment and reached full arousal in record speed. Kevin barely noticed the man had begun to observe his open and unashamed desire for the blond. He was even less aware it was driving the man to push his strokes into the deepest regions of the woman's vagina. Suddenly realizing he was straining against the front of his trousers, Kevin's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Both of the grunting lovers on the bed had to be perfectly aware of his current state. He had to get out of there and forget this ever happened. But, at that moment, the woman's mouth curved into the slightest smile. The smallest hint of a devilish smile cemented the fact Kevin was far beyond possessing any control in the situation. A brief moment of fear gave way to lustful fascination. She wasn't about to let him leave, and Kevin knew he would surrender himself without a fight. The man suddenly and sharply grasped a handful of the blond's long hair, and her eyes broke with Kevin's. She cried out in a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. He pulled her hair tightly and tilted her head back so she was looking at the ceiling. Her body arced and enhanced her bliss; her sensuous moans left no doubt about that. After another tug of her hair, Kevin watched her shaking body convulse in a strong orgasm. His cock throbbed with desire, but he remained perfectly still, worried that any movement would shatter the situation unfolding before him. "I can't take much more of this," Kevin realized frantically. His steady stance belied the overwhelming desire coursing through him for the woman. The man slowly withdrew his penis as Kevin watched, enraptured. He crouched behind the blond and replaced his cock with his tongue. He ran the tip gently over the lips of her vagina causing the blond to grab the pillow beneath her tightly. Electricity radiated through Kevin's body; the urge to taste her was so strong he could barely stand. With the man's face covered in her juices, he forced his tongue deep inside of her. The blond pushed back and gyrated against his mouth until she reached another orgasm. The man reclined, and the blond wasted no time in mounting him reverse cowgirl style, sitting atop his cock. As she rocked back and forth, her breasts shook. It took every ounce of Kevin's willpower to stop him from reaching out to caress her. The man's penis hit her G-spot, which spurred passionate sighs. She touched her breasts reflexively and again met eyes with Kevin. The man followed her gaze and motioned Kevin toward the bed. He walked toward the couple, his heart beating wildly. As his penis continued to slide in and out of her wet vagina, the man instructed firmly, "You should massage Eliza's breasts." After a split-second hesitation, Kevin faced the blond and cupped her heaving breasts in his hands, gently kneading them. Eliza smiled at Kevin in encouragement and murmured, "That feels incredible." Her partner then directed Kevin to squeeze her nipples. This time, he didn't hesitate and gently rolled her erect nipples between his index finger and thumb. Eliza began to moan. Grabbing the back of his head, she guided Kevin's mouth toward her breast. He could feel the tension building inside her. He could smell the soap fragrance of her just-showered body as he licked her nipple a few times and then sucked on it. Empowered by her response, he bit down hard, and her body began to shudder. Pulling Kevin's face more deeply into her breast, she cried out and came again. Eliza dismounted the still-hard penis of her partner and took the glistening cock into her mouth, slowly dragging her tongue from the base to the tip. She licked seductively, and the man let out a sigh of contentment. Kevin's penis was pushing through his trousers, and they both regarded him intently. He now understood he was fueling the couple's passion as much as they were his. Kevin's heart was racing as he watched Eliza work, her mouth expertly caressing her partner's cock. He had to feel her again underneath his fingers. Emboldened by desire, he approached and began to run his hands over her body. When he touched her lower back, she let out a soft sound and spread her legs a bit, encouraging the stranger to explore. Kevin's hand moved tentatively between the blond's creamy white thighs, and his thumb pressed against her vagina. Another moan, and Kevin knew he should continue. Eliza's legs moved farther apart until his fingertips were able to make a circular motion on her clitoris. Her attention to her partner increased, and she continued to work his penis over. With a cock in her mouth and soft fingertips exploring her pussy, Eliza was in heaven. Her partner was on the verge of orgasm from her skillful work, and the added excitement of watching the stranger pleasure Eliza pushed him over the edge. The man grabbed her hair, and his hips began to buck against her face in climax. Her partner rolled off the bed and sat in the nearby easy chair. Eliza, still reeling from the sensation of having two men at once, turned to Kevin. She looked up at him, her blue eyes framed by her wavy blond hair. He looked curious, terrified, and excited all at once. She smiled at him mischievously. Unbuttoning his shirt, she ran her hands slowly over his chest and abdomen and finally grasped the buckle of his belt. She unfastened it. She unbuttoned the top button of his trousers, which immediately fell around his ankles when she unzipped them. Her fingers had grazed his cock in the process, causing an almost unbearable sensation. Kevin's aroused penis was even more obvious as it strained to be released from confinement. Eliza slowly tugged his briefs down and watched it spring out and bob before her. Eliza pushed Kevin down on the bed and ran her hand up and down his cock, rotating her hand over the swollen head before running it back down the shaft. With her other hand, she gently massaged his balls. She could feel his orgasm already growing quickly, and she stopped for a moment to look at her partner, who was watching intently as he stroked his own hard cock. Kevin cried out in agony at the cessation of touch. Instead of quickening her pace, Eliza straddled Kevin, her warm wet vagina enveloping him, and moved slowly. Each stroke was tantalizing, and Kevin came bucking on the mattress where she was just thoroughly fucked. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily. Eliza bit her lip and regarded Kevin, who would clearly be in shock for the foreseeable future. She crawled toward him and whispered, "That was very nice..." before retreating to her partner's lap, and they regarded each other with deep satisfaction. Kevin began to wonder how much of a mistake this room situation had been... Still not quite believing what happened, he pulled himself together well enough and departed. With a smile on his face, he rode the elevator down the 15 floors to the lobby and approached the front desk. "Good evening. You gave me the key to Suite 1518, but the room is already occupied," he said, still flushed and a bit out of breath. The receptionist looked mortified and gushed, "Oh no, let me get you a new room! Breakfast is on us tomorrow. I am so sorry, sir, for this inconvenience." Kevin smiled and replied, "It's OK, these things happen." Did they ever, he thought. Occupied Minds The Hebrew University of Jerusalem, Mount Scopus- Mya: "Anthropology..., what is anthropology, I hear you ask? Well, broadly speaking we are interested in people, human societies and formation of culture. We draw on social, linguistically and biological sciences, the humanities and the natural sciences to explain human behaviour and interaction with society". That's me, Mya Kahan, I am a 28-year old junior lecturer at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, and you guessed it, I am an anthropologist. But with some important differences- I am not a geeky-looking virgin girl, but a fashionably dressed tanned brunette who gives male students hard-on's just by passing up and down the lecturer theatre. Depending on my mood, I could turn up to class in jeans or short skirts and I am almost always in heels. On the day of this lecture, I was wearing high heel leather boots, short black skirt and a low-cut white top. The sound of my heels pacing the lecture stage had all the male students looking, and when I fixed them a stare with my big green eyes, they would melt away. Inevitably, the female students are jealous, but I suspect they are also turned on, and I think I could turn them if I wanted too. Mya: "Who has heard the story of Sodom and Gomorrah?" All the students raise their hands. "Who can tell me what it's about?" Yep, this lecture was looking at the biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah and what it tells us about society and their relationship to sexuality. Living in the 'Holy Land' makes this question more acute, and urgently in-need of addressing, for while Tel-Aviv may be the gay capital, but gay rights are under threat here in Jerusalem. This is in part because we are a conservative city with a large population of ultra-orthodox Jews, who are gaining enormous amount of political power and much of the local municipality is in their hands. Their rise, as well as, the conflict with the Palestinians, is turning Israel into a much more right-wing and hard-line country. Take a look at the findings of numerous surveys on Israeli society, 68% of Israeli's do not believe that an Israeli woman should be allowed to marry a non-Jew. This threatens me and my secular lifestyle- there are private charities- who are partly supported by the government, who aim to stop Jewish girls from dating Arab guys. In any case, we do not have civil marriage in Israel, only religious marriage, and if you're not recognized as Jewish you cannot marry a Jew. This leads me to the second thing that distinguishes me from my peers, I am an activist and I have a dissenting reputation. I am a constant target for both the right and left in Israel and my position at university is under constant threat. My family has always been leftist, my grandfather was an professor of Mathematics and Physics at the University of Berlin. He was one of the youngest people to ever obtain professorship, aged 29, but he was also a communist. He started out as a Yiddish-Communist or Bundist, but then moved away from it and into the general German Labor movement. He was unfortunate, he obtained his professorship in 1933, and it was short lived due to the rise of Nazism in Germany. He finally fled Germany for Palestine in 1938, when he found out he was on the Gestapo's list. He hated Palestine when he arrived, it was hot and foreign to him and he wasn't an enthusiastic Zionist. He joined a socialist Kibbutz's and worked as a farmer for a while. In the 1950's he met and married my grandmother, Daisy, who was an Iraqi Jewish immigrant from Baghdad. Marriages between European Ashkenazi Jews and Mizrahi Arab Jews were rare in those days and they had to put up with a lot of racism. My father, David, was born out of the union and he went on to become a famous left-wing, liberal Zionist journalist and author. He had columns in Ha'aretz, one of Israel's most famous newspapers which are read abroad. He also authored eight novels and three history books. But despite being part of the left, he is still a Zionist and my anti-Zionism is too much for him, we haven't spoken in a while. To make matters worse, my brother Aaron is a professional solider and officer in the Israeli Defence Force, I haven't spoken to him in-a-while either. They call themselves liberals, but they are failed liberals who haven't achieved much and they are just as racist as the far-right in this country. But I have something to confess, I regularly seek out Palestinian men for sex and I even pay some for sex. I especially like rough, working-class, fighters they are dreamy. After today's lecture, I ran into Ahmed who is from Silwan neighbourhood in Jerusalem, he is 19-years old and already a sexual stud. He has already been to prison a number of times for demonstrating- and he loves to fuck. I get excited seeing his frame and darkish-skin. Mya: "Ahlan ya Habibi, Weynek? (Hello my love, where have you been?) I've been thinking about you? In fact the other day, I felt very lonely, and really wanted to see you." Ahmed: "You know how it is. And I think about you all the time, as a matter of fact, I was thinking about you this morning." Ahmed says to me with a widening grin, I know what he is thinking, because I'm thinking it too. I'm desperate for a nice Arab cock, I've gone a week without one. Last week, I was at a demonstration in Bil'in, and I met two hunky Palestinian guys. One was 27 and married the other was 19, but he had an enormous cock. We went back to an empty office and had a hot threesome. One from behind, the other at the front and they took me in turns, so both got to use my front and behind. Of course, I sucked both of them off and when I was returning from the West Bank, I was actually stopped by soldiers. They pulled me aside and 'showed' concern that I was meeting Arab men. I denied it and smiled, because while they were questioning me, they believed I was a sweet naïve girl who might have been taken advantage off. And they didn't know, I could still taste both the Arab guys cum in my mouth, so I smiled. Mya: "Oh yeah? What were you thinking?" I say this, as I stick a lollipop in my mouth and offer Ahmed another lollipop, which he refuses and he is left to watch me bite and suck. Ahmed: "I was thinking about how beautiful you are and your sweat smile. And what I want to do to you, If I saw you." Sucking more on the lollopop, I say, "Oh yeah? What are you planning to do to me now that you have seen me?" Ahmed hand reaches out and he begins to stroke my hair "I was thinking of cuming on that pretty little face of yours." Hearing Ahmed say that really excites me, I can feel my nipples becoming hard and I can feel my body tingling. Despite my confident nature, I do get nervous and even blush from time to time and this was a moment when I felt nervous. We are in the middle of the university, anyone can hear us, and we are talking so dirty to one another. Some students and faculty members in the distance are looking at us, many do not know, but probably suspect that I have relationships with Arabs. My career is already under threat because of my activism and this will only add accelerant to the fire. I'm already barred from visiting many institutions in the country, because of my pro-Palestinian beliefs, which means if I get fired from here, I will not be able to find another job very easily. But to be honest, this sense of danger and injustice, only seems to fuel my desire. In a funny kind of way, what I am thinking of doing with Ahmed, is essential to peace and co-existence and there is a certain nobility to it. For many Israeli Jews the Arabs are repugnant and antithetical to all that is Israeli and only through relationships like mine, can we overcome this psychological barrier to peace. Mya: "Mmmmm. And I want to let you." Ahmed: "Let's stop beating around the bush, I want you and you want me, so let's just go for it." Mya: "Come on, let's go to the bathroom. I know where we can get an out of order sign, so we wouldn't be disturbed." Risky does not even begin to describe this, having sex in the university's lavatory, but every since I tried Arab cock for the first time five years ago, I've become quite a risk-taker. I head to the janitors closet, which is usually unlocked during the day, and today was no different. I took the keys to the bathroom and the necessary signs. I place them in-front of an empty bathroom and me and Ahmed rush in. I heat is racing and I can't believe what I am about to do. As soon as the door is locked, I jump onto Ahmed and tie my legs around his waist and my arms around his back. I move in and begin to kiss him passionately; my tongue gently teases his mouth. My tongue enters and rubs up against his wet tongue and then I withdraw and then repeat the process. Ahmed kiss me back and then aggressively thrust me against the wall and I drop to my feet. Ahmed is eating my face off and pushing up against me, and I can feel the massive bulge in his pants. He then begs me. Ahmed: "Come on babe, you know, what I want. Just suck me off and suck me good. Come on I know you can do it." Mya: "Do you promise to cum, nice, think and heavily? You know I like it!" Ahmed: "Don't worry, I will cum so much you will be able to taste my breakfast." Mya: "That's what I wanted to hear." I push him back and I drop to my knees. I put my hand on his crotch and rest it there and I look up to him with a big smile on my face. I then squeeze the bulge; Ahmed groans and begs for more. I unzip his pants and pull down his underwear, but no sooner had I done it, that Ahmed's large cock flies out and smack me across the face. Mya: "Ouch. Oh big boy!" I now marvel at the enormous Palestinian manhood in-front of me and I feel like saying grace in order to be thankful for the meal I am about to receive. I lick my lips and bite my tongue in anticipation. It's so perfect and smooth, I reach out and stroke it and I think to myself about how finally crafted it is. My stokes start off gentle, but become more aggressive as I go along. I now place my entire hand on it and begin squeezing and rubbing it harder and faster. Ahmed: "Ahhhhh...Yes...Oh..Yeah..Fuck yeah..Give it to me Yahood." Ahmed now closes his eyes and faces his head upwards. I spit on his cock and rub the spit in. I do it again and again, I then begin drooling, and my drools are very thick and dangle out of my mouth until they hit his Arab manhood. I've been told, that I'm an excellent drooler, and that my little hand rubbing the drool in adds to experiencing me. I think Ahmed would agree with this assessment, he can't stop groaning, so much so, that I am worried someone will hear us and storm in. My tongue now makes its' way down his cock and I get my first taste of his very wet cock. And I must say, its' excellent, it reminds me of my first taste of Arab cock back when I was a young master's student. I did field research in the Bedouin towns in the Negev desert; I spent most of my time covered in Bedouin juice. Looking up, Ahmed is biting his lips and is trying to hold out, I decide to test his resolve. As I'm licking, I place my hand on the bottom of his nuts and gently began to stroke and rub. He opens his mouth and closes it. I go further, I lift his cock up in the air and place my wet tongue onto his nuts, I then start licking, kissing and sucking on them. I can't wait until he cums, my taste buds tingle with anticipation, I have to stop sucking his balls every few moments to spit out pubic hair. I then decide to stop teasing him and I pull his cock downwards. I take a deep breath and then open my mouth and slowly insert his cock. His cock mixes well with my saliva and I push the throbbing beast in inch by inch. It takes a few moments, but his cock eventually finds its way down my throat creating lumps in my neck. Ahmed, the stud, does not wait for instructions he starts swaying his hips back and forth. He pulls his cock up and then back down my throat and pulls on my hair. He fucks my throat, up and down and up and down, my throat feels saw but I'm enjoying his demonstration of manhood. The sheer force of his hard cock makes my nipples go hard. After five minutes of forced throat fucking, he pulls out and I resume sucking his cock. I feel precum oozing out of him and I swallow whatever I can. I make a point of slurping and gulping loudly. His hot precum leaves a refreshing taste in my mouth. I love this moment. After a few moments of sucking his cock, Ahmed pulls his penis out and kisses my forehead. Ahmed: "Now it's time I did something for you." "Yes daddy, I want it." Ahmed picks me up and places me on the sink, he removes his top and reveals his well-built frame with six-pack. He removes my top and panties and lifts my skirt up. He looks down at my bald pussy, my pink outer lip sticks out and Ahmed flicks it. Ahmed: "Ahhh so beautiful." He moves his head towards it and before making contact, blows air onto it, then kisses the outer lips. He now places his entire mouth over my pussy and I can now feel his gentle tongue teasing and creasing my pink lips. "Ahhhhahhhhhhh...ahhhhhh...Ahmed...ahhhhhh...I love you. Make me yours!"I groan softly, I can feel Ahmed's wet tongue and it's making my pussy moister. I bite my lips and I can feel y body becoming more aroused with ever lick and his loud licking and slurping sounds only adds to my arousal. His tongue goes deeper and deeper and I groan louder and louder. Ever few moments, Ahmed repeats the line good pussy juice and then continues licking. God, if only the dean could see me now, he'd have a heart attack and I pretty sure my father would shoot me. Ahmed withdraws his tongue and looks up at me, I can see my juice dripping of his tongue and then he slides his tongue back into his mouth and swallows. He then stands upright and puts his hand on his cock and moves it towards my pussy. He rubs and teases my outer lips with his throbbing cock and then pushes himself in. "Ahhhh...ahhhh." I let out with every inch that penetrates. Within moments he is completely in and he leans forward and kisses my mouth and neck. I wrap my legs around his back and he then starts to pound. His cock is bigger than I expected and I feel my pussy expanding, while he is pumping me. He starts of slowly, but rapidly speeds up and I tilt my head back and forth. I am really sweaty and the room feels like it's getting smaller. Ahmed is a machine and nothing will stop him, my mouth is constantly open, I love the feeling. "You love my pussy ha?" Ahmed: "Ohhh God, it's better than I remember, best pussy ever." My groans seem to make Ahmed hump harder and faster. I place my hand on the back of Ahmed's neck and move forward and I rock back and forth. I not only get humped I do the humping. We are both screaming our lungs out. "Ahhhhhhh..I want more. Harder, harder, I say!" Ahmed tries to keep up with my demands, but he is starting to get tired and is sweating like crazy. But I don't let up "Come on, show me what you're made off." I scream and yell, Ahmed keeps going and will not give up, my pussy is the best thing he has had in ages. But my taunts come at a prize, my pussy is really being pumped and I am afraid he is going to destroy it. I'm possessed, I don't stop despite these silent worries, I want this. I now push my way forward and with my legs and arms strapped around Ahmed, I get off the sink and Ahmed is forced to carry me. My tongue slides into Ahmed's mouth and I tease his tongue. Ahmed cannot not see and spins around in circles. He then throws me up against the wall and rams himself into me further. I always knew Ahmed was strong, but not this strong. Ahmed: "Ahhhhhh...I'm so close to cuming." Ahmed manages to pump for another five minutes. He is now so close to cuming, that he withdraws and pushed me down on my knees. I open my mouth wide and Ahmed is playing with his cock trying to get the cum out. My big green eyes looking up at him and my tongue sticking out makes Ahmed even more desperate to cum. I wait patiently, and then the first squirt flies out of Ahmed's manhood and hits me across the face. My finger wipes it off my face and I dangle my cum stained finger above my mouth. A little bit of cum flies into my mouth and I swallow, but as I do so, more cum drips out. Then it all comes out- Ahmed can't stop cuming and I am getting soaked, my hair is really wet. Ahmed redecorates my face with his thick cream. My face is completely covered- I'm so white-but not matter what, I will swallow every drop. I take my time and get every drop.