0 comments/ 21235 views/ 0 favorites The Hotel Bar By: Gordfire It was hard not to notice you as you walked into the dimly lit hotel bar. I had only been waiting for you for about an hour and a half, while you got ready in our hotel room. You walked into the bar, which wasn’t very busy, seeing as it was nearly closing time, you looked like you had already had a few drinks up in our room before you came down, probably to help you go through with this scenario that we had thought up. It was the age old clichéd scenario of turning up in a hotel bar, looking like a million, getting chatted up by every guy in the bar and then walking slowly over to the quiet corner in which I sat, handing me an imaginary key and telling me to meet you in your room in five minutes, much to the frustration of all other males in the room. But as it was nearly closing time there was only another three males in the bar apart from myself and the barman, who was just about to close up and hand over to the night porter. As you walked in you immediately got the attention of the clientele of the bar, the dress that you were wearing was actually, I thought, a nightdress, which was see through enough to pique the curiosity as to whether you were wearing anything under it, but in the dim lighting of the bar, opaque enough to disguise the fact that you weren’t wearing anything. A nice short black strappy number that didn’t leave much to the imagination when and if you were to bend over, and loose enough straps that you had to consciously continue to pull them back onto your shoulders or risk going topless on one side, or both sides if both were to fall. I was fully expecting you to just walk over to the quiet corner in which I sat alone waiting for you, but instead you didn’t even look in my direction and made your way to the bar. As you tried to climb onto the barstool I managed to confirm that you weren’t wearing anything under the dress, and I thought if I could see from where I was seated, how much could the other men who were sat closer to you at the bar see? As soon as you sat down the three men who made up the remainder of the bar occupants were over at you offering to buy you drinks which to my amazement you accepted, when you said you would have southern comfort the second man said “make it a double” to which the third then said “hell, make it a treble, the bar’s about to close”. When your drink was ready you accepted it and then the three men moved over to you pulling their barstools around you like three vultures round a fresh kill. I could tell by looking at you that you were enjoying the attentions of these three and was wondering how far you would let it go before calling a halt. I could see one of them was already softly caressing the back of your upper arm, obviously seeing if he could touch you without getting told off by you. You seemed to be enjoying this and the other two were also round you talking quietly to you and touching you occasionally as if they had known you for years but then I seen one of them slowly stroking your inner thigh and thought that you would now call a halt , but no, you just carried on talking to them as if nothing had happened. I noticed that while you were sitting on the high bar stool that your dress had ridden up your legs slightly, but I couldn’t tell from where I was sitting if it was high enough up your legs to show off your underwear free pussy. I must say I was getting rather turned on by the whole situation, and what I could see of you, you were almost revelling in the attentions of the three men who now were surrounding you. It was then that I saw that your dress was indeed high enough to show off your pussy, not only that but the man next to you who had been stroking your thigh had now moved his hand higher and was busy stroking your clit. Your eyes were closed and all thoughts of stopping them must have disappeared from your head, as I saw your lips slightly part in pleasure as he rubbed your clit. Then one of the straps of your dress fell down the outside of your arm, showing off a little of your right breast and nipple. You made no move to return it to your shoulder and then it fell even further revealing your whole right breast. At the sight of this the man on your right then started to fondle your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, something I know you enjoy, the third man, who was now standing behind you gently nudged the other strap of your dress off your shoulder so that if fell down leaving you totally topless . By now you were whimpering with pleasure as the first man was still playing with your clit and the second had inserted a finger inside your pussy. The third man had now started to lick and kiss your breasts and was nibbling on your nipples as I saw you throw back your head, still with your eyes closed, and abandon yourself to the pleasure that you were receiving. It was then that you decided to start to take an active part in what was happening. You then placed a hand on the crotch of each of the men on either side of you, stroking their hard cocks under their trousers. This seemed like a signal to the men who, as if all had been told, lifted you as one and carried you to a leather sofa not far from where I was seated, and laid you down on it on your back legs wide, waiting for the first one to screw you. Then that I saw your eyes open and look directly at me, with a questioning look as if to ask if it was ok to carry on, I nodded my consent to you and the look of relief on you face was perceptible only by me. They slowly peeled your dress off you, over your head, so that now you were totally naked apart from a pair of high heels that you could hardly walk in, in a hotel bar, where anybody could walk into, seemingly about to screw three total strangers with me looking on. This was a situation that we could not have dreamed up in any fantasy, yet here it was happening. The first man had now removed his clothes and was positioning himself between your legs, I couldn’t see if he was large from where I was but the look on you face explained it all. He then proceeded to pump away at your pussy while his friend, the second man was still playing with your clit, the third man had also divested himself of his clothes and was offering you his cock in front of your face which you grabbed onto and started sucking and licking hungrily. The first man by now was too turned on by this and came very noisily while still in your pussy. The second man then sat down on the sofa and placed you on top of him as I seen his cock slowly sliding up into your pussy, the third then positioned himself behind you and started to tease your ass with his cock. I didn’t know if you would allow this as we had tried anal sex in the past but the size of my cock was a little large for you, although you did enjoy me teasing your ass with a well lubricated finger. I saw that the third man had a rather considerably smaller cock and saw him slide it up into your ass while you were sliding up and down on the seconds cock. The first man by now had placed himself in front of your face offering you his cock to lick clean, another thing you like is the taste of your own juice, you accepted this and started again to suck hungrily on his cock. The whole scene seemed to be getting too much for the three men as they all seemed to come very noisily very quickly after that, a situation that you seemed to be quite disappointed by. As they all lay around you, totally satiated and exhausted looking, you got up and slowly picked up your dress and provocatively put it back on, obviously for my benefit. You then walked over to my quiet corner and took my hand. I told you then that I had never seen anything as erotic or sexy in my life, and that I loved you. You smiled kind of nervously and said that it didn’t quite turn out as you had planned, but the amount of dutch courage you had consumed in the hotel room beforehand would probably be to blame for that. You then pointed out that you had still to experience an orgasm tonight, to which I readily volunteered my help for, and you graciously accepted. We then walked up to our hotel room, hand in hand, for a very long and pleasurable night. The Hotel Bar This little story was published first on EP and after the positive replies, decided to place it here as well. The story is rather tame, compared to others and I am still learning, so be nice Votes and comments appreciated * * * * * * * * * Some time ago, It was my turn to visit my fiancé in London. As we wanted to have some fun and she lives with her sister and her two daughters, we took a hotel room in Paddington. I had arranged a meeting with a guy for the evening and we met the man in the bar of our hotel, to get to know him. He was a tall, soft spoken guy, very slim and fit. My fiancé wore a skirt that came down to mid thigh when standing, a sheer top and a lace bra underneath. You could clearly see her areola and nipple through the attire. Under the skirt were only hold up black stockings, very sheer and shiny. As we were sitting in a small alcove in lush easy chairs around a low coffee, screened form possible patrons in the bar(which was empty except for the bartender/waitress), I started playing with A., since we had decided to have a good screw with our visitor. I hiked up her skirt, until with small effort one could see her clean shaved pubes, her stocking tops in full view. A's legs went a bit wider and she leaned back enjoying my caressing of her legs and around her mound. His eyes were glued to this sight and I could see a growing interest in is nether regions. It wasn't long and A's legs were splayed wide and her petals started to open with a moist sheen greeting us. Her Head was laid back and it was obvious for any observer, she was enjoying some attention. The bartender/waitress came to our area, so I pulled down the skirt a little bit, to cover the pussy lips, but left the stocking tops in view, while continuing to caress the thighs. She had a look and then maneuvered into a position, where she was able to look straight between the legs. Due to the lighting and the so caused shadows she only could have got a hint of what was there, but the whole time she was taking our orders, her eyes were fixed on what might be to see. I couldn't refrain myself to ask, if she liked what she saw. She blushed crimson and in a soft voice just said yes and left in a hurry. Our guest gave me curious look and I told him to wait and see. The waitress came back with the drinks for A and k, our guest, and set them down, her eyes again glued to the sight. "You wanna see more?" She blushed and just nodded her head (I love girls blushing). I raised the skirt again but this time really high, so the whole groin was exposed spread the legs of my love toy wide, until her petals opened wide and allowed a view of the entrance to her paradise. The waitress stood motionless for at least two or three minutes and just stared. Her nipples were popping in view and her breath getting faster. I broke the spell: "You are drawing attention, lady, come back often and you will see more." With this words I let my fingers glide over A's clit which caused her to shudder with a suppressed moan. The waitress snapped out of her near trance and just whispered a thank you. I got bolder now and started to honestly frig A. She bit her lips and writhed in the chair. After not more than two minutes later our waitress was back, meanwhile K had joined my in my game and had two fingers up my loves cunt. The waitress set down my tea and took the seat next to me, with her back to the bar and told us, she had a break now. She had drawn the curtain, so we now had total privacy. A had her legs spread wide; she moaned low and wanted to get shafted now. The waitress grew excited. "You are really going to do her here? Please let me see that. I can't believe anyone would be so bold. Do her, please." I beckoned K to drop his pants, don a rubber and just screw her. He did just that. Without further ado he plunged into the meanwhile dripping wet gash and split her open. His cock was not more than average length, but thick like a small coke can. A slapped both hands over her mouth to silence herself, her breath getting ragged and shallow. K fucked her with deliberate slow deep stroke. The waitress had her skirt hiked up by now and was desperately frigging herself over her tights and briefs by now. Meanwhile the smell of dripping wet cunts filled the alcove and the slapping sounds of his deep thrusts were clearly heard. I knelt in front of the waitress, pulled her tights and briefs off and spread her legs. She had a black landing strip above her clean shaved snatch, I locked my mouth on her and attacked her extreme big engorged clitoris. She let out a shriek and immediately came with an intense orgasm. I gave her bit of time to come down, while I dropped my pants now and after donning a condom as well just turned her around, so I could do her from behind and took aim and filled her cunt. I was able to watch A getting well fucked and with all this sights I had to hold back after only five minutes, our waitress came along and peaked again after another ten minutes, when I let go as well. A and K had finished as well by that time and were already sitting back, half nude, A's charms still on display and watched my ongoing attack. After we came within less than 10 seconds of each other, we set back as well. K couldn't believe anything like that happening in a public bar and we laughing informed him, he was set up: the owner /waitress and her husband were friends of us and it was for reason, that the bar was empty, as it was after hours already and we had it all planned like this The Hotel Bar The hotel bar was quiet. It was just past 9pm on a Friday and most everyone had already left for the weekend. Thursday night the bar was crowded and full of business men and women from out of town spending their last night reveling before they caught a Friday afternoon flight home. You'd spent every night that week in the bar, relaxing after sixteen hour days. The same thing would happen again next week as well. You knew despite how hard you had worked all week there would be no going home anytime soon. You'd spent the day pounding your keyboard and banging your head against a monitor trying to debug the spaghetti code some hack had left behind. They had called you in to clean up his mess because they knew you would and they knew you wouldn't complain. Frustrated, it felt like today you'd taken a step backwards. Drinking a margarita alone on a Friday night seemed to wash at least some of that frustration away. The club was fairly small and dimly lit. It had a bar up front with room for eight and various tables with space for maybe thirty more. The design was modern, with clean lines and sharp edges, from the chairs, to the tables, to the glasses. Most nights the crowd just seemed to be hotel guests, dressed in business suits and ties, stopping in for a drink after dinner before heading up to their rooms for bed. Every other night had been crowded, even at 10pm or so when finally shut down your laptop and came back to the hotel. Tonight the bar was almost empty, maybe a dozen people at most. There were a few couples, but the rest were mainly men, clearly stuck here for the weekend on business. You sat at a small table in the corner. You liked it there. Hidden and out of the way, not meant to be bothered. Earlier in the week you'd been hit on. In some sense you liked it. You liked being noticed. You liked men thinking sexual thoughts about you, thinking about fucking you. It turned you on to deny them, to send them back to their rooms with nothing but a hard on, knowing that once they got there they'd stroke their hard cock and think about you. You were used to it. That's what happens when you're a programmer and you're a woman. You're a rare species and that means men hit on you. It's part of the job. Here you seemed a bit of out place. Most of the people here seemed older and stale in their blue business suits and white shirts. It wasn't a place where young people went, and in that sense, being just over thirty, you stood out. You sipped your margarita as you scanned the bar, letting the salt from the rim linger in your mouth. You noticed a man at the bar. You'd seen him a few times before. His slicked back hair caught your attention at first, and you'd paid attention ever since. He was tall enough, and his 5 o'clock shadow seemed to outline his face. It's like he never shaved, but yet his face was always the same. There was something about the way he moved, the way he sipped his beer that made you want to look. You imagined what you'd say if he hit on you, if he came over and sat down next to you. You thought about how'd you tease him, how you'd put these thoughts in his mind, only to ultimately deny him and send him on his way. The thought intrigued you. The thought of making his cock hard made your pussy tingle. You imagined him back in his room, completely naked, sprawled on the bed, his hard cock in his right hand as he feverishly stroked it. Moaning as his eyes rolled back, with thoughts of you fucking you stuck in his head, as he came and his hot, white, sticky cum came spraying out, all over his hand, his stomach, his chest. All because of you. The thought lingered as your phone buzzed. You took it out of your purse. You saw a text from your boyfriend. He told you how he missed you, how he was thinking about you, how badly he wanted you. You ignored it and went back to sipping your margarita. Several more people walked in, but still your eyes went back to the man at the end of the bar. He seemed to be about forty. Maybe forty-five. His suit was black, fit, and cut to his body. He seemed athletic and in shape, he didn't have the shape most other men his age had. That thought turned you on, the thought of fucking an older man. You wondered what it would be like. You wondered how he would fuck you. How he would have his way with you. How he would be so different from your boyfriend. Your phone buzzed again. You took it out and glanced at the message. Your boyfriend wanted to know want panties you were wearing. You slipped the phone back in your purse. Your thoughts were wandering now, back to the man at the bar. You thought you caught him looking at you. You wondered if he was curious about your panties. You wondered if he would like the sexy black lace thong you were wearing. You imagined showing him, letting him see. So when you finally denied him, and he was back in his room stroking his hard cock, thinking about you, you would know exactly what picture he had in his mind. You wondered if he was married. Watching his hand wrapped around his beer you didn't notice a ring. Why wouldn't he be married? He was old enough. He was sexy. What woman wouldn't want to marry him? The bartender moved the end of the bar. He smiled as he spoke with the man. They laughed as the bartender set down another beer. You watched more intently now. A thousand thoughts running through your head. Your skin tingled. Your pussy ached. You imagined his body, lying alone, naked and exposed on the bed. You thought of his chest, his nipples, and what it would be like to run your hands across his shaved skin. His thighs, muscular and tense, his legs spread wide, his toes curled with the pleasure. You thought of his hand, and how it wrapped around his cock. Shaven and exposed and swollen, his balls pulled up tight, hanging perfectly between his legs. What would he do? How would his sexy hands stroke his throbbing cock? You wanted to watch. You wanted to see him cum. Knowing it was you that was swimming in his mind. Your phone buzzed again. Your boyfriend wondered where you were. What you were doing. He told you he was hard, how his cock throbbing as he stroked himself, looking at pictures you had sent him. Briefly you imagined him there, back in his apartment, his laptop open and his cock out, his hand moving up and down his cock, with his eyes focused on pictures of you. Pictures of you in your panties. Your nipples hard. Exposed. The thought didn't interest you. Your boyfriend just didn't compare. His boyish face, his frail body, his small hands, his middling cock. You'd watched him cum before. You made him stroke himself as he watched many a time. You liked seeing his eyes so hungry, his face so tense. You liked seeing him beg, whimpering for you to let him cum. But now you wanted something more, something more substantial. A woman came up and sat down next to the man at the bar. She was older than you, closer to his age. She had medium length brown hair and a 40 year-old body. The tight sweater she wore was obviously there to attract attention. It made her large breasts the center of attention. The way she smiled and talked to him bothered you. When she touched him playfully on the back you felt a twinge of anger, of jealousy. Suddenly your breasts felt small. Insubstantial compared to hers. You couldn't take your eyes away. Who was this woman? Where did she come from and what did she think she was doing? Did she want to get fucked? Is that what she wanted? The thought angered you. You imagined them back in his hotel room. Her on her knees and her bright red lips wrapped around his cock. Him moaning as he came, shooting his load deep into the back of her throat. What a slut you thought. To just walk up to a man and act like you wanted to suck his cock. The visions swirling in your head made your body tingle. You could feel it in your pussy swell. It made you want to deny him even more. Your phone buzzed. You looked. It was your boyfriend once again. His cock was so hard he said. Throbbing. He wanted you to see. Attached was a picture. You didn't bother to open it. You looked back at the man. You wondered about his cock and how it would look in his hand. The image overwhelmed you. His large, masculine hands slowly sliding up and down the length of his cock. You stared like a jealous girlfriend at the woman. Now you wanted to deny her too. You didn't want to let her get fucked, you didn't want to let her have his cock in her mouth. But the way she was, the way she acted, you knew that's exactly what she wanted. You imagined him pumping her. Her legs spread high up in the air. Her heels still on. Him on top of her, with her big tits flopping around, as he pumped her hard. Her squeals of "Oh God, oh God" as she came, with his big, hard, throbbing, cock pounding her. Your mind drifted as you stared across the bar. You imagined what it would feel like to have him inside you. To feel him stretch your pussy, to feel his cock throbbing inside you as he came. Your phone buzzed breaking you from your trance. Just then the man and the woman got up from the bar and headed toward the door. You froze. It wasn't something you expected. You felt rushed. Unsure. Confused. They walked past you and out the door. You watched the doors close behind them. You gathered your phone and your purse, leaving your drink behind as you dashed toward the door. In the hotel lobby, the man and woman stood conversing. You sat down and watched, taking out your phone as to not be so obvious. There was another picture from your boyfriend. His hand wrapped around his hard cock. The couple continued talking. She smiled and heaved her breasts forward as she did. You could see her nipples poking through the sweater. The thought aroused you. Seeing her nipples so taught. She grabbed his arm. He smiled and nodded. Suddenly you became aware your hand had slipped between your legs. You were watching, touching yourself in the middle of the hotel lobby as you did. You couldn't stop. You didn't want to. She dug into her purse and pulled out her wallet. You counted as she pulled five bills from her wallet. Folding the money in her hand she discretely handed it to the man. She smiled. He smiled and took her by the hand. They turned down the hall toward the elevators. In a panic, you gathered yourself and followed. As you walked quickly down the hall an elevator door opened and they stepped on. Racing from behind, you grabbed the door and slipped inside with them. You were the only three in the elevator. The man pressed fifteen. You pressed seventeen and slunk to the back. The ride up seem to take forever. The floors lighting up as each one was passed, the next seemingly slower than the last. You watched them from behind in silence. No one spoke a word, but the whole ride up your pussy ached. Finally floor fiftenn arrived. They casually stepped out. You saw them turn left as the doors closed. Thirty seconds later you were on floor seventeen. You rushed to find the steps and raced down. You weren't sure what for. You weren't thinking now. Something else had taken over. By the time you got back down they were nowhere to be found. Your mind raced you were at a loss as to what to do. You walked back and forth through the hallways hoping for a sign. You wondered where they were. What they could be doing. All sorts of thoughts flooded your mind. Your phone vibrated again. You pulled it out of your purse as you walked to the end of the quiet hall. With your back sliding down the wall you sat on the carpet at the end of the hall. You ignored his text. You put the phone away and sat silently, catching your breath. Your pussy still throbbed. You wanted more, so much more. You thought about the man. You thought about his cock. As you did your hand slipped down between your legs. You panties were wet. It turned you on to feel yourself so wet. You spread you legs and massaged your clit. Over your panties you were touching yourself, right out in the open in the hallway. Anyone could have walked by, anyone could have seen. You didn't care. Two doors down you heard something. It broke your concentration. It was loud, like something being knocked over. You stopped and listened. You had no idea what it was, but you wanted to know. Your fingers between your legs paused. You listened intently. You heard nothing at first. You waited. Then you thought you heard soft talking. The hall seemed so quiet, but still you couldn't hear what they said. You got up from the floor and walked down the hall. You paused just outside the door. Still nothing. You waited some more. Then it started. The sounds of sex. At first it was just a rhythmic pounding. The sound of a woman being fucked. You imagined her bent over, her skirt hiked up over her hips. Her panties in a bunch on the floor. Still in high heels, her legs were spread wide and dug into the floor. Her arms reached down bracing herself against the bed. Her ass up and pussy spread for the taking. You heard the slapping, his hips pounding into her ass, his hard cock plunging deep inside her. You heard his voice. You knew it was him. The man from the bar was fucking the woman he met. Your pussy tingled. Your back slid down against the wall across from their door. You spread your legs, exposing your panties. You could feel the wetness. You could see it. Your fingers reached down, massaging your clit. The pleasure shot through your body. Your muscles froze, your body consumed by the pleasure. The pounding on the other side of the door continued. It was louder now, the fucking more intense. You could hear her gasping, struggling for breath between her grunts and groans. You touched yourself and imagined it's you being fucked. Your tight, aching pussy wrapped around his huge, hard cock, begging him to fuck you. To fuck you harder. To fuck you deeper. You imagined how full you'd feel. The feeling of his cock pounding so deep inside you. You imagined how you'd be his. Nothing but a slut getting fucked, getting pounded. You needed it so bad you paid him to fuck you. Your clit throbbed. You ached for something inside you. Something big. Something hard. You tried your fingers, first one, then two, then three. But it's not the same. It's not a cock, so big and so thick deep inside you. You hear her yelp and start to whimper. She is close now. You can tell. He's relentless as he pumps her, over and over, deeper and deeper. She begs for more, her voice is urgent. Desperate for it all. You fuck yourself as you listen. Your legs spread in the hall for all to see, you fingers sliding in and out of you. But you don't care. You want that feeling. The feeling that she has, the feeling you don't. She's moaning now, loudly. You can tell when she starts to cum. Her voice changes, like she is another person as the pleasure overwhelms her. She screams "please, please" over and over and over again. Your whole body aches. You want to be filled. You want to be fucked so badly. Listening to her being fucked, listening to her cum, makes you want it even more. Soon the sounds die down. The rhythmic pounding stops. You hear her breathing slow, you hear her start to recover. She whispers now. You imagine her bent over, ass up, collapsed on the bed. You imagine her pussy, so swollen, so red, abused by his big cock. You hear more talking as you envision her standing, still dazed and confused, picking up her panties from the floor and sliding them up, over her hips and under her dress. You imagine him watching her, a smile on his face, while she tries to gather herself from the pounding she just took. He puts his cock away, it's still hard, still swollen, still huge. It's a job for him. It's not about his own pleasure, but giving pleasure to someone else. Besides she came too easy, she wanted it too badly. After he slips it back inside his pants, a bulge still remains. He smiles at her, knowing he has down his job. You imagine her thanking him, her face still confused, still overwhelmed. She wobbles as she steps toward the door, her legs still unsteady and weak. Outside you still sit, your fingers outside you now, but your legs still split, your sopping wet panties still exposed. You're rubbing your clit gently, over your panties, waiting, imagining. Your pussy still throbs, it still aches. The door opens. You don't bother to move or to try and cover yourself. You sit as your were, your fingers still between your legs. The woman is surprised by what she sees. She hurries away, embarrassed. You watch as she escapes down the hall. The man steps out of the room. He smiles when he sees you there, your legs spread, your panties exposed. He steps toward you. He looks down as you up. You stare at the bulge in his pants. He unzips and reaches inside. Out comes his cock. It's just as you imagined. So big and so hard. You stare. You feel your skin tingle, your mouth go dry, your pussy ache. You touch it. It feels so good in your hand. So hard. So smooth. The skin so soft. You fumble for your purse beside you. You pull out your wallet. Without a word, he takes your money and slips it into his pocket. He extends a hand and helps pull you to your feet. He turns toward the door and disappears inside the room. You pause for an instant and then follow. The door shuts behind you. You half-wonder if there will be another woman after outside the door after he is done fucking you.