6 comments/ 66073 views/ 7 favorites Room 371 By: Banquo81 You've barely been online for five minutes when the email appears. The subject line is blank, but you open it anyway, curious to read what I have sent you. However, this is not a day for words, and you stare at the empty white box, momentarily confused, until you notice the attachment. It's a video file, and is simply labelled 'Watch me'. At first there is only darkness, but when you turn up the volume you can hear breathing, heavy and ragged, coming from more than one person. It is unmistakably masculine, and is accompanied by the rhythmical beat of flesh on flesh. You squirm in your seat and grip the mouse harder, as the fingers on your other hand squeeze between your legs. The noises are familiar, arousing, but different somehow. You hear a low moan, and then, faintly, the sound of a cock being sucked. Slowly, you realise that you can make out three shapes in the darkness, three distinctive voices breathing their desire: three bodies silhouetted on a large bed, joined together and moving in unison. The change in the light is subtle at first, but when the room is fully illuminated it's done so with a suddenness that takes you by surprise. Your knickers are already wet, your clit tingling with anticipation, and then you see me. It's the face that you've seen so many times before, the body that has appeared countless times on your phone and computer, and, stiff along my stomach, the cock that fills your fantasies, but tonight there's more. Tonight there's the hand roughly holding my head as a long, thick cock slides in and out of my mouth. Tonight there are the firm, toned arms pulling my hips back until I can feel cum-heavy balls against my ass. Tonight I'm on all fours, forced down and fucked as you watch intently. The light fades again and as the clip ends, all you can hear is my whispered plea: 'fuck me'. You bang the desk in frustration, wanting to see more, feeling your clit throb as your fingers press against it. You move the cursor over 'play', ready to watch it again, knowing that you won't be able to move from your chair until you've answered the need burning inside you, but before you can lose yourself in those images once more, the second email arrives. This time there's no attachment, but the rush of disappointment is halted by the words that stare out at you. 'Don't cum. Join us. Room 317, The Old Bank Hotel. Be here in 15 minutes.' You stand, shakily, and re-read the email, then turn the computer off. You know you'll have to move quickly if you're going to follow the instructions, but your legs refuse to cooperate at first, until your dripping wet cunt takes over. You reach for a skirt and tie it hurriedly around your waist, then search for the corset that you know I can never resist. Your fingers are unsteady as they lace it up, but within seconds it's done. You fling open the front door and hail a taxi, scanning the streets for signs of heavy traffic. But there will be no complications tonight, no barriers to what you have desired for so long, and before you know it you're there, paying the driver and walking into the lobby of the hotel. There is no-one on the front desk and you slip up the first flight of stairs, climbing quickly till you reach the third floor. There it is: room 317. This time there is silence when you press your ear to the door, and as you rest your fingers against it, it slowly swings open. The room is dark and you hesitate, but the smell draws you in. It's sweat, hanging heavily in the air, the scent of naked bodies, and it hits you hard. You flick the light switch next to you, desperate to see what's getting you so wet, what you've come here for. The lamps above the bed are dimmed low, but as you sit on the edge of it, you know that this time you will be able to see everything. To see me lying on my back, one hand firmly stroking my hard cock as it juts out in front of you, close enough for you to study every vein, every inch of taut skin. To see the two men standing next to the bed, looking down at me, the muscles on their arms and chests well-defined in the soft light. To see their cocks, bigger than they'd appeared on the video, and already dripping with a mixture of oil and pre-cum. I turn my head to face you and notice how hard your nipples are through your corset; you want this as much as I do, and we both know it. I look you in the eye: 'don't move, just watch.' You nod your head as the other men join us on the white sheets. They're swift and decisive: they know what they want and they're not going to stop until they've got it. One of them sits astride my chest and starts to stroke his cock, using both hands to grip the thick shaft and pointing the head towards my mouth. Seeing his body tense as he touches himself gets you even wetter, but you know that, for now, you can do no more than watch. My hand is still wrapped round my own cock as he pulls my head next to the sticky tip of his, till I can feel it against my lips. He pushes his hips forward, forcing my lips to part and sliding his cock inside. It's just the head at first, hot and salty, but so good on my tongue that my balls tighten in response. I suck hard, wanting more, and as the shaft enters my mouth I feel strong hands on my calves, slowly lifting my legs into the air. I can only imagine how wet you're getting under that skirt as you watch them on top of me, the cock in my mouth beginning to slide in and out more forcefully, my legs pushed back until my ass is open, exposed. I wait to feel fingers pressing against me, probing gently, but they never come; there is to be no waiting tonight, no teasing, and I moan around the throbbing cock fucking my face as a second one drives deep into my ass, not stopping until it's buried in me to the hilt. I hear your voice for the first time, little more than a whisper: 'fuck him. God, fuck him hard.' At your command, I feel fingers in my hair, pulling sharply till I'm locked in place, unable to do anything other than suck and lick the cock that's slamming into my mouth, and down my throat. My legs are pushed back even further, and I fight to keep control, my hand urgently stroking my own cock as my ass is filled. I can hear you breathing unsteadily, and I know that you're watching them fuck me, watching my mouth and ass get stuffed full with cock, taken, owned and used in front of your eyes. They're relentless, and their cocks feel like they're still swelling inside me, rock hard and pulsing as blood pumps through the veins. My legs are almost back to my head now, and all I can do is keep sliding my hand up and down my cock, wanting to cum almost as much as I want them to cum inside me. I sense you moving closer, unable to stay still any longer, needing to see, hear and smell everything. You lie alongside me, your breath cool on my flushed skin, and look up at the man straddling my chest, taking in his toned body and the base of his cock as he holds my mouth over the full length of it. You can almost taste pre-cum in the air, and you realise that it's on my lips, and coating my fingers. You shift on the bed and I know that you are studying my cock, which pushes me even closer to the edge. Between my legs there is only the feeling of heat and raw, primal power as every inch of the second man's cock is used to stretch and fill my ass. It's almost a blur as you watch it, and he's fucking me so hard that all you can take in is the sight of that dark, swollen head, every time it slides out of me then pounds back in again. You're still fully clothed, but the wetness that's dripping down your legs is almost unbearable now, and you crave those three cocks, wanting them inside you one after the other, wanting to have your hunger sated, but knowing that the torment will continue. I can tell from the way that both cocks are throbbing inside me that neither man will be able to hold back for much longer, and I hear your voice again, louder this time, insistent. 'Cum inside him. Fill him with your cum till your balls are dry.' I'm pinned so tightly to the bed that I can't even push up against them; I am theirs to fuck as hard as they like, and as your focus returns to the cock in my mouth, I feel it start to explode and a first spurt of cum shoots over my tongue and down my throat. It's hot and thick, and I swallow hard as more spills from his cock, again and again until it covers my lips as well. I glance to one side and look at you, my mouth still full of cock, and see the expression of intense arousal on your face. Our eyes meet, but only for a brief moment before the second man speaks for the first time. 'Fuck, I'm gonna cum.' I feel the weight on my chest lift, and the cock slide out of my mouth. He wants to watch as well, and he lies next to you, lifting my hand off my cock and replacing it with his. He strokes me firmly, matching the rhythm set by the man between my legs, pointing the head directly at my cum-stained mouth. Your fingers brush over your soaking wet knickers, finally unable to resist your pulsing clit, but my hand grips your wrist and pulls it away. Just then, I feel that long, thick cock slide all the way inside me for the final time, and hear him moan uncontrollably as his cum shoots deep into my ass. His orgasm seems to last forever, and he feels enormous buried in me like that, thrusting his hips and watching the hand that's moving up and down my shaft. We're still joined, my fingers on your wrist, and you turn to face me, in charge once more. 'Cum for me. Now.' I obey; I have no choice. No choice but to catch it all in my mouth, feeling the pleasure tear through me, released in one endless stream of cum, as three pairs of eyes watch me. It is dark outside, but there is plenty of the night left, and room 317 is ours until morning. Room 387 "This is fucking madness." She leant against the doorframe and pulled him into the room. "You don't like it? I thought it would be fun." "We have a perfectly good bed at home." He sighed, hefting his suitcase through the door. "You're such a party pooper, this is just why we need to do it. A holiday will do you good." She laughed. "Anyway, you're not here to talk." The door slammed behind him and he followed her down the short corridor, his possessions discarded. The bedroom was painted white with a bed to the left. Opposite, floor to ceiling windows opened out onto a sun-bleached deck that led to a wide, manicured lawn. Beyond that, was a sliver of white sand and the crystal clear waters of the Indian Ocean. In the room,she had half covered the windows with shades that streaked the room with light and shadow. It was, he thought, the perfect place for a holiday. "What am I here for then?" He smiled, kissed her neck, the worry of every day life melting away. There was something about being here with her that made him feel unspeakably relaxed as though the sun and her calm, easy way leeched the tension right out of him and left him filled with sunlight. "You're here to be a warm, functioning dick, sugar." She purred. "A balm to my aching cunt for the next couple of weeks. You don't have to think, you don't have to be anything to anyone but focus entirely on making me happy." "Oh, I-" He stuttered then stopped, beamed over at her; even after all this time she still had the power to surprise him. "You know just how to turn me on." "You can wear the hood or the gag." She said, ignoring his flattery on purpose, gesturing to the two items placed on the bed. The gag was simple; black straps and a fine, silver bit that made him drool horribly. It was precisely why she had chosen it, he was certain. Next to it, was a black, latex hood that covered his face but left a sliver of his jawline free like he was some submissive superhero come to save the day. She would nip at his jaw and tell him as much whenever he wore it. "I know that you had a bit of a panic the last time we played and you had the hood on." Her arm was curled around his waist now, her fingers rubbing tenderly at his side. "I want you to be comfortable otherwise you don't get subby for me." Her hand was moving in bigger, soothing arcs now, her voice a delicious lilt that made him want to sink to his knees right there. Of course, he didn't dare to do so; she would set the pace. "Thank you." He kissed her hair. "You always remember." "I try." She shrugged, pulled off her cardigan, flushed with the heat. "Are you feeling okay now? The trip here wasn't too arduous, was it?" He shook his head. "You have no idea how glad I am to be here. I've missed you. I missed this." He gestured to the room. She smiled, pulled him nearer and kissed him, her body melting against his, coming alive once more at the way he felt. In response, he ran his hands over the small of her back. "I missed you." She whispered. "So much." "I know." He said, pulling away and looking down at her with inky eyes. "Missed you, too." "But now we have as much time as we'd like. This holiday will do you good." She looked up at him, batted away an errant strand of hair. It had grown longer since she had last seen him; long enough that he could pull it into a ponytail. She laughed. "What?" He frowned at her, pulled her towards the bed. They sprawled out on the cool sheets and then, he realised, he'd never been more thankful for anything. It beat six months on a camping cot, that was certain. "This will be fun." She teased, pulling at his hair so that it wrapped around her hand. "Oh." He coloured slightly. "I hadn't even thought of that." "Hmm." She purred, pulling his jaw upward with a single movement of her palm around his ponytail. "You walked right into that one, didn't you, sweetness?" "I suppose I did." He grinned. "I never thought about it. It just seemed practical." "I love it on you." She pushed him back, her mouth meeting his again, their hands grappling with cotton and zips and buttons like they were parched for one another. "You look a little roughed up, it's sexy." "It's twelve hours travelling." he laughed, his dark eyes flickering over her bared shoulders, the relief of her body underneath the thin sundress she wore. "Then, before that, a whole lot of time in the jungle." "Did you miss me?" She purred, her fingers loosening the buttons on his shirt. "All that time in the jungle with only your fellow naturalists for assistance." Her mouth skated across his jaw, the stubble catching her lips. She knew that she'd end up looking like she'd been punched in the mouth but, if she was honest, she didn't care and felt that the people in the hotel wouldn't either. Why else would you book the honeymoon suite? "I can't tell you." He smiled, genuinely relieved. "I spent so many days and nights longing to feel you next to me, to feel your body in my arms, pressed against my chest-" he stopped, kissed her again, "that at one point I began thinking about getting kidnapped by the tribespeople." She laughed. "Well, I'm glad to see you didn't get eaten or ritually killed. The only person that will be kidnapping and torturing you from now on will be me." He sighed happily. "Now that's something I can get behind." "Play your cards right and you might just." she laughed. "You know what I mean." He rolled his eyes at her. "Before we start, can I just get some water?" She nodded, let him sit up, his shirt falling open. He walked across the polished parquet and grabbed a bottle from a low table by the window. "This is beautiful. How did you find it?" He cracked the cap off the bottle, gulped greedily. "Well," she watched the muscles move in his throat, her mouth aching for the feel of his yielding flesh beneath her lips. "It was all just some savvy internet searching on my part and I knew you could do with a holiday and a hot shower and some high thread-count sheets, so..." She wiggled her eyebrows at him, patted the bed again. "Please come here, I missed you so much." He planted the half empty bottle on the table and returned to the bed, pulled his shirt off as he went. "I'm not about to deny my Mistress, my darling wife, a moment longer." "Good." She smiled. "Promise it won't be so long next time. This was torture for me." "Well, I suppose." He sucked at her neck, his fingers edging the thin strap of her dress downward. "I guess I should begin apologising." He mewled, his sun tanned hands hiking up the thin fabric. "Between those beautiful thighs." "Yes." She said, watching as he pulled her underwear off, flung it away. "Oh, yes. You have a lot of apologising to do, baby." "Christ," he gasped, his fingers pushing into her, "You're wet." "It's been six months and there are some things a vibrator can't do." Laughing, he kissed her thigh, his mouth working towards her darkening labia, her scent pulling him nearer, tugging right between his thighs. "Fuck, I missed you." The words were breathed against her folds and made her shiver with pleasure. "Come here." Her voice was a lower whisper, her hands twisted into the knot of muscle at his shoulders, pulled him up towards her. They kissed again, with urgency that seemed to contain every burgeoning second of their time apart. It leaked through their clutching fingers, their hungry, love starved mouths. "Skip the toys." Her mouth was pressed against his ear. "I just want you now." "Yes, Ma'am." He smiled against her skin, inhaled her; she smelt faintly of tanning oil, like she was summer itself come to burn away his sadness. "Whatever you want." "Oh." Her arms pulled him against her, knotted tight against his neck. The threat of tears burned behind her eyelids. "I missed that. I missed you." She said. "It's like I was aching for you. Like my skin hurt." She pulled at his khakis, grabbing his underwear with them. Their hands met as he kicked away his trousers and shoes in one, jerking movement. "Come here." she repeated, gripping him hard so that he moaned under her touch, his body yielding to her. He rolled over, pulled her towards him, kissing her with ardour that had lain dormant during his time away, buried like a parched seed, lacking what he needed. Now, she responded, laughing, teasing him, protesting that it was her choice. "Stop." she laughed, pinning him down between her knees. "It seems you've forgotten your job while you've been away. You're a little out of practise." "You going to show me, then?" he asked, smiling up at her. He felt the anticipation rise in his chest, liquify though every fibre of his body. It was tailed by panic, like he could try to drink her in but could never quite get enough to satiate himself. She pushed the smooth curve of her backside against his straining member, her mouth close to his. "Ask nicely." She grinned. He laughed back at her, the colour rising in his cheeks. "Go on." she poked him in the chest. "Ask like a good boy for me, sweetness." "Please." he was breathing hard, laughing. "Come on, you're all I want. Damn, I missed those tits." he reached up, cupped her breasts greedily. "You're a pig boy." she said, his nipple caught between her thumb and forefinger. "Can't flatter me that easily. Now, ask again. Nicely." Her hand curled around his throat and she nibbled his jaw just hard enough to make him wince. "Please." He said, "Oh, please, Ma'am can you fuck me?" "I can." she nodded, "This vagina is functional, would you believe it?" she laughed. "But wether I will or not is an entirely different matter." "Please." He laughed again, the desire tangled through the sound. He didn't bother to hide his desperation. "I am so fucking hard, please." "This is what you want?" her voice sank to a whisper and she mover herself so that her wetness brushed against his aching cock. "You want me to ride you, sink over you until you change your mind and beg me to stop?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Until it hurts?" "If that's what you want." "Oh, it is." she said, her features feline. "It's been a good long while since I had your warm, yielding cock in me." she purred, her fingers stroking his cheek. "And I missed it." she added. "I missed you." "Do it." He sighed heavily, jerking his hips towards her. "If you're going to move about then I'm going to have to tie you down." He didn't respond, breathed hard against her hair instead, the thought of her doing so making his body shiver with need. "I rather like that thought." she smiled, as though it had just occurred to her it was the best use for him. Of course, in her mind it was and she wasted no time sliding away from him and pulling a few familiar lengths of soft rope from the suitcase. "You have no idea how worried I was bringing all of this stuff through the airport." she laughed. "I was paranoid it would get discovered." "But you weren't?" he asked. "Obviously." she winked. "Your secret is safe with me." He laughed, felt the first, neat knot secure his left wrist to the bed and then, her mouth planted against his palm. "I have never seen you quite this excited." she smirked, her nail running over the tip of his leaking member. He let out a cry of pleasure in response, laughed frustratedly. To his embarrassment he still behaved like an overgrown schoolboy whenever she topped him. He had never been someone who could simply play it cool, he liked it too much, loved her to much to be anything other than relentlessly happy about it. "Please," he said. "Baby, I'll be so good to you. I'll be such a good boy." "Talk like that and I'll fuck you unconscious." she pulled the rope at his right wrist a little too tight so that his hand was contorted against the headboard. "Fucking hell, you look beautiful." They kissed again, her hands pressing his arching chest down into the mattress. "How about I ride that smart mouth of yours first? Shut you up a little, huh?" "That isn't a question." he said. "I never know why you make it sound like one." "Because you always pull that face." she answered, stepping onto the bed, her legs parted over him. She pulled off her dress and her bra, rolled her shoulders happily. "Ready?" He nodded, watched her kneel so that her thighs were pressed gently against his cheeks, her hands against the headboard. He cursed to himself, realised how much he'd missed the smell of her, just how good she felt and tasted beneath his prying, greedy mouth. He breathed her in and mouthed her labia gently. Above him, she sighed happily, moved upward as the first warmth of his mouth shivered through her body. Finally, she settled against him, let him work tenderly at her labia, slide his tongue into her with delicate finesse. He could feel her dampen, leak into his mouth s he worked, lapping and sucking at the engorged flesh, her moans urging him on, making his own erection painfully apparent. He flicked his tongue over the nub of her clIt, her thighs spread wider. Her hand raked through his hair tenderly then moved back to the headboard. "Don't you dare fucking stop." she sighed, orgasm building heavily in her belly, making every last fibre from her curled toes to her just bitten lip tingle. After that, it didn't take much more than his spit slicked finger sliding between her buttocks to make her curse with delight. "Oh, baby, finger me." she sighed, her bottom backing onto his fingers as he fucked her, his tongue coaxing the first flash of pleasure through her. Her orgasm came heavy and wet against his mouthing lips, like her juices were the very thing that revived him, his fingers working hard inside of her. She grunted hard, her mind empty, given over to passion and in that moment everything, the travelling, the yearning, the loneliness, the broken phone calls at three in the morning had been worth it; that single moment of lust, the sound of her pleasure kicked open the wash of subspace and ran over him like the tide over rocks. Then, as soon and as suddenly as it had started, she pulled away, his face and fingers covered in her. She rolled next to him, her legs apart and sighed heavily. "Get dressed." she grinned. "You can take me for lunch." "But-" Before he could finish, she planted a kiss on his mouth and tasted herself on his lips. "Later." she promised, "I want you to be attentive at lunch and I know orgasms make you sleepy at the best of times. Come on," she headed towards the bathroom. "You can tell me all about your adventures. There's a great place down the beach."