1 comments/ 109332 views/ 6 favorites Hotel Bar By: E-Nymph We met at the hotel bar. This incredibly striking woman walked over to me, smiling at me as if she knew me. "Don't sit alone," she invited, " Come and sit with us." She took my arm as if we were old friend, and seeing her contagious smile, I decided to go along with it. She led me to a table in a corner of that room. Upon looking around, I felt almost like I had fallen down the rabbit hole, and arrived in a parallel world, where everyone was beautiful. The two men sitting at the table talking were undeniably gorgeous. One had an almost vampiric air to him, with his defined cheekbones, striking eyes, and pale blond hair that was long enough to be tied back at the nape of his neck. Unexpectedly, he looked intently at me and smiled in a manner reminiscent of a wolf regarding a rabbit. I felt my stomach do a slow somersault. Those blue eyes unnerved me, and made me want to forget myself. That wouldn't do at all. Given his effect on me, it wasn't altogether surprising that he had golden hair. Another blond. I smiled wryly. I'd often thought that blondes would be the death of me, but with this one, I could tell that it would be a fantastic way to go. Attempting to break the awkwardness, I looked at the man next to him, but he wasn't nearly as interesting, although still remarkably attractive, with his dark, finger tousled hair and clean cut features. They looked at the woman holding my arm and smiled widely in welcome. "Very pretty." The feral one slid easily from the booth in one liquid movement, and took my hand. "Come sit, you'll be very comfortable between us." I eased myself into the booth, conscious of the hem of my dress rising on my thighs. I discreetly smoothed it with my hand to cover my garters, but felt eyes watching the movement. The booth was small, and I was very aware of the proximity of the other bodies around me. The bar had an intimate air to it, with it's dim, cleverly placed lighting, discreetly elegant decor and the surprisingly large number of patrons filling the other booths and sofas. But for all the room was full of other people, each one of them seemed to be absorbed in their own conversations and flirtations, giving our booth the illusion of privacy. I shivered faintly despite the warm air. I was nervous, and my mysterious lady friend sensed it. She reached for my hand, holding it lightly between both of hers. She smiled at me, and searched my bewildered gaze for a long moment, before licking her lips, like the cat that got cream. "Don't worry," she reassured me, grinning wickedly now, "I'll share". I forced a laugh, and it sounded thin and nervous even to my own ears. I glanced around at the three of them, wondering what I'd gotten myself into. Wearing this dress that barely covers my garters when I'm standing and yet hugs my curves like a lover. Admittedly, I'd gone out hoping to meet someone, but I wasn't sure I was ready for what seemed to be on offer. I briefly thought about bolting, making up some excuse that I needed to go, that I was meeting a friend for dinner…and just as I was about to open my mouth, the man with the intriguing eyes leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I know we can please you." I looked into those eyes once again, and knew that he was speaking the truth. A waitress came and we ordered drinks. I gradually relaxed and became more comfortable, as if we were all long lost friends. So the next time that I felt that intent gaze upon me, I turned and met his eyes directly, and boldly asked what he was thinking. A predatory look slid across his features and he leaned close to me, whispering, his lips so close that I felt his moist, warm breath as he caressed my thigh, fingers leaving phantom circles where they had touched. "I want to watch her undress you so I can take pleasure in your skin, but it's entirely your choice who has you first." I was shocked, but more stunned by the sudden dampness in my thong than his words. If his fingers had merely whispered a caress over my clit I would have come there and then. I mutely shook my head and tore my gaze from his, feeling as though my desires had left me naked and acutely vulnerable. My mouth ached to be kissed while my mind awhirl with flickering images of naked skin. I felt hungry for things that I had never known. As if I had spoken my wants aloud, my face was turned and I was kissed, not by the one who fascinated me, but by his blue eyed companion. Gentle and sweet rapidly transformed into something far more...hungrier. Confident fingers traced the seams of my dress, dancing up past my garters. My thighs parted of their own volition, surrendering to roving hands. I heard a moan and a whisper as his clever fingertips traced the crotch of my soaking thong. "You just have to say please.." The digits rubbed insistently over my swollen clit. I only broke the kiss long enough to cry "Yes…please." Familiar scents mingled in my nose - peppermint, sweet and spicy. The undertones of musk arose as the air in booth became heavy with desire. I could hear the smirk in his throaty voice as he purred, "Let's go find somewhere more private." While I pretended to think it over, his fingers continued their assault on the vulnerable flesh shielded by the drenched scrap of silk. I bit the lip of the angel before me, groaning as I arched my hips into his touch, wanting more. He laughed and offered his moist fingertips to the smiling goddess, who held my gaze as she savored my taste on his skin like fine cognac. I felt decidedly dazed and suddenly, there didn't seem to be enough air. "How big is the bed in your room?" The angel enquired. "A queen" I stuttered in reply, and with that, we were leaving, money being tossed carelessly on the table. We walked together to the bank of elevators. I hit the 'up' button and realized with a jolt that I was waiting for that silver missile to deliver me on weak knees to unknown pleasure. I noticed at the edge of my vision, that the feral one had loosened the silken strands of his hair to lay on his shoulders. The golden shimmer contrasted richly with the soft matte leather of his black coat. The elevator doors slid open with a quiet swish and the four of us stepped into it's mirrored interior in unison. He smiled at me, a predatory baring of white teeth, and leaned close to my ear. "I can smell your need." Abruptly, he pushed me up against the mirrored wall and stared deeply into my eyes, as the doors slid closed. The others watched his actions with lazy curiosity. "Let me do something for you." He must have known that I would sat yes to anything at that moment but instead I settled for a shy 'please.' That wolfish look returned as he knelt before me, his movements slow and deliberate, giving me plenty of time to protest. His hands snaked up my thighs, under my skirt, pushing it up and out of the way for a better view. My eyes never left him as he moved closer, rubbing his cheek along my thigh. That one catlike movement put his face tantalizingly close to my swollen lips. I heard him make a sound, deep in his throat.. a purr or perhaps it was a low growl, as his deft fingers pulled the sheer fabric aside. Electric pulses skittered along my nerves, leaving me shivering in their wake as he slowly licked the dew from my delicate folds. I felt the demanding strength of his hands as they gripped my ass cheeks, spreading me wider for his delectation. My hips lifted into his hungry mouth and my fingers twisted tightly in his soft hair. As I moaned out loud, I heard a snicker that abruptly jolted me back to reality. As soon as I opened my glazed eyes, I was greeted by the sight of the goddess, kneeling before the angel. His thick, upswung shaft was encircled by her slim fingers, while her red mouth played over the gorgeous head. My gaze flicked back up to his. "What floor?" He asked, smiling broadly. I blinked in surprise. How long had we been riding up and down without destination? I could feel my orgasm boiling up within me, washing over me in huge, warm waves, even as I tried to form my reply. "Nine!" I cried. The dark angel bit his lip, holding back another snicker. His eyes dropped to rest upon the sight of his friend's golden head moving between my thighs, before he turned away to the panel of buttons. He pressed the button for the ninth floor, and I watched as it glowed golden. We were on the 17th and had to ride back down. I stared, almost spellbound as he started to moan loudly. I imagined her mouth doing something particularly delicious to his straining stalk. His eyes slid shut as he gave in to the pleasure, hips thrusting him deeper as he fucked her cherry stained pout. I noticed that her free hand had slid beneath her skirt. My golden haired lover adjusted my clothes with care before finally straightening. He caresses my cheek with one wide palm, then bent forward slightly to steal a kiss. The taste of myself on his mouth made my sex quiver anew. There was something so primitive and primal about that first kiss. Tender, yet probing, joined again by our flesh. Our bodies were molded together, so close that I could feel every pulse of his desire lying between us, as hard as alabaster. I ran my fingers over its swollen length through the straining fabric. He pressed harder against me and suckled hard on my bottom lip. The elevator came to a sudden halt, a bell chiming softly as the doors opened. We pulled away from each other long enough for us to find my room and use the keycard to open the door. I opened the window and the drapes wide, so that everything in the dark room became silvered by moonlight. Besides, I thought wryly, it was a bit late to pretend that I cared who saw me or my companions. I felt someone press against my spine, cupping my full breasts though the fabric. I hissed as my sensitive nipples were abraded against the black lace bustier. I looked down, expecting to see large male hands. Instead I was surprised to see long, slender fingers, with crimson tipped nails. An errant lock of her near black hair fell over my shoulder as she playfully bit my neck. I reached up and tangled my fingers in the long, luxurious strands, rubbing my body back against hers. Her hands abandoned my breasts and pulled me hard against her, then caressing and teasing, as she searched for the hem of my dress. It never entered my head to resist as I felt the garment being drawn up and away slowly. She paused to nibble on my earlobe, before finally pulling it over my head. I looked down at myself, veiled in nothing but black lace, my nylons, and the shimmering silver light. The two men were sat on the bed, looking at us with enigmatic eyes, seemingly shining with an inner light. The angel languidly beckoned me closer, and I crossed the room on unsteady legs, powerless to resist. Once I was close enough, he reached around me, unfastening and discarding the bustier, exposing my tight nipples with their gleaming silver rings. I observed his expression, enjoying the pleasant surprise I saw in it. I bent down and kissed him hard, daringly probing his mouth with my agile tongue. While my mouth was busy, I felt fingers snag my thong and snake it down my legs. Stepping out of it, I reached for the zipper of his pants. I shuddered in anticipation of feeling his meaty length driven deeply into me, like a greedy spike. I pulled back from the kiss and caught sight of the wild one's mouth busy teasing the nipples of the dark haired goddess; her naked length crushed against his. Simultaneously, my partner's fingers discovered the treasure between my legs, sliding in and out of me, delving deeply. "You're so wet already." He murmured. Needing more, I crawled forward, straddling his lap. I pumped my fist along his length, once, savoring his warmth and size. "It must be the company I'm keeping." I teased, before lowering my hips, descending his shaft ever so slowly. His hands gripped my hips, controlling the speed and angle of my movements. My sex clenched with delight as he filled me, the pronounced ridge of his head rubbing my sweet spot with each thrust. I attacked his hungry mouth, our tongues dancing. Our bodies found their rhythm. He tugged lightly on my right nipple ring, and heard myself add my moans to the sighs and groans filling the room. He leaned forward, capturing my hard nipple in his warm mouth…In response, I leaned back, grinding my sensitive clit against him and reveling in the friction. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on sliding up and down his rock hard cock. I could feel my orgasm coming upon me, so close that I could feel the tiniest shivers of sensation beginning inside me. The feeling slowly began to unfurl itself like a satiny, ribbon streamer, reaching out to touch anything in its path with the overpowering beauty of the experience. I felt a sharp nip on my shoulder. Turning my head, almost as if in slow motion, I found myself looking into the eyes of the goddess, as she knelt beside me on the bed. She smiled and kissed me lazily. I feel the eyes of the wild one upon me, and as if bidden by some silent command, she moved behind him to remove his clothes. The angel laid back upon the bed, watching me ride him, and after a moment, the brunette bent her mouth to his. Admiring her toned body, I let my fingers caress the graceful slope of her back, her firm, tight ass, and finally seeking the well of her sex. finger. As I ran one fingernail lightly over her clit, I was rewarded with the echo of her moan, stolen by the voracious mouth of my partner. I almost lost myself in the rhythms of my own body, and the slick feel of unfamiliar feminine flesh until I felt teeth gently grazing my neck. I glanced back into those strange eyes, with their almost feline striations of color, and felt myself caught, like a rabbit in the headlamps of an oncoming car - but without the fear. Wordlessly, I offered him my moist fingertips, evidence of my explorations. "Tease." He smiled and sucked the exotic nectar from them. With no further effort, I found myself sliding into orgasm, moaning loudly. As he watched me writhe, a wicked grin slashed his mouth. "Glad to see that you're enjoying us so much." He remarked. I would have thought up a sassy rejoinder, but the thick shaft spearing me changed speed abruptly, and my breath caught in my throat. I heard unintelligible noises closer to the sound of a dove, and was amazed that they were emerging from my throat. I locked eyes with the golden haired, demonic one, allowing him to see my own unmasked hunger shining within them. I slid my hand down his chest, his lower stomach, savoring the very male texture of his hair roughened skin. I wrapped my fingers around his member, tightening my grasp, and teasing the large, plum-like head. His long fingers pistoned in and out of the wet pink pussy so close to me. As he withdrew them, I could see his fingers are gleaming with her juices. I released him, and he guided my fingers back to her inviting opening. I rubbed tight circles on her swollen nub, and slid two curved fingers into her. I watched, amazed as she rocked back against them, her hips swaying. Soon, her kisses with my angelic lover were periodically broken with gasps. I pulled my fingers free of her and sucked on them inquisitively, tasting her for the first time. The distinctive tang of arousal filled my mouth. Suddenly, I felt big hands tip my head back and steal her flavor from my tongue. I reached out to grip his cock once again,and felt it pulse heavily under my touch. As I stroked him, he found her depths with those talented fingers and took up where I left off. I stared into his eyes for a long moment, and knew that the night was far from over; that he would spread me wide and fill me as deeply as his friend had, and still was. Perhaps even more so. My mouth practically watered at the prospect. I felt like a fountain about to gush, so wet and so unbelievably turned on by the evening's events. I dragged my nails across his skin and watched him shudder before I returned my attention to the lover beneath me. I ground my pelvis down hard, loving the feel of him so hard inside me. I leaned down to bite at the tender skin of his throat. I felt the sharp pull of his fingers in my hair and sensed how close he was to his crisis. "Come for me." I invited, my voice rough and almost intelligible with passion. "I'll come for you more than once tonight." He laughed, even though his face was tight with tension. "Have patience darling." He wrapped his big arms around me, trapping me against him and drove his cock into me with a rapidly increasing force. The air was filled with low moans and the sound of flesh hammering against flesh. Dimly, in some still rational part of my brain, I realized that I had somehow been unequivocally transformed by this encounter, and welcomed it with open arms. My thighs shuddered with tension as he pounded mercilessly into my wet cleft. I was so high on sensation that it felt as if I coasted from one spine-tingling, melting climax to the next. Looking at the woman, I watched transfixed as her face convulsed with pleasure. Her beautiful face was flushed, and her large breasts swayed with every drive of her partner's thickness into her sex. She looked like an erotic goddess of old, in all of her naked glory. I pressed my lips to her cheek, inexplicably moved. She caught my mouth with hers and kissed me deeply, moaning into my open mouth. "Would you like to feel him?" The angel's voice purred into my ear as his teeth teased my earlobe. "I could stay inside you all night but I'm sure someone else wants to enjoy you too." Our hips bumped together in sweet rhythm. "You wouldn't mind?" I questioned. He grinned broadly. "I'd mind more if he didn't get to have you." His cerulean blue eyes seemed to bore their way into my very soul. "He's wanted you all night, and you want him just as much." I kissed him deeply, smiling my thanks. Sitting up, I ran my hand down the wild one's smooth chest, watching as my nails leave light pink trails. He pushed his hair back from his forehead and his startlingly green eyes sparkled, like those of a giant cat stalking it's prey. "Yes, darling?" He asked questioningly. I looked deeply into his eyes and blurted out my invitation before I lost my nerve. "Are you ready for me?" The sight of his stiff member sliding easily in and out of her was driving me wild. He moaned low in his throat, and I saw his expression soften. "I've been waiting for you my whole life." He answered. I immediately disengaged myself from my angel's lovely tool, and my pussy was so sensitized that this movement alone caused little shudders of delight to rock through me. I moved off the bed on shaky legs and made my way over to the window. I felt as if I'd followed the white rabbit into another dimension. Things like this never happened to me. I heard a loud feminine cry split the air, and then it was silent. On the periphery of my vision I saw the tall, black haired one helping her to the bathroom and then heard the quiet hiss of the shower. The one that I had waited for drew level with me, and took my hand, his expression uncharacteristically solemn. My heart began racing and I felt like a virgin on her wedding night. At his urging, I lay down on the wide bed, with my arms raised above my head. "Don't move." He ordered in a silky voice, and I nodded once. My eyes ran over his face, half illuminated by the think sliver of light coming from the bathroom. My gaze dropped to the impressive jut of his cock and I saw it stirring at the sight of me lying before him like a maiden sacrifice. I closed my eyes. His fingers caressed my feet and my calves. He pressed gentle kisses to my knees. He straddled my legs, trapping them. His hands stroked lightly over my thighs and up over my rounded hip. His hair shimmered in the soft light as he bent to kiss the swollen pout of my labia, his agile tongue darting between my lips to flicker over my clit. My breath caught audibly and I fought to keep my eyes closed. Noticing my reaction, he laughed briefly and ran his fingernails down the front of my thighs. His tongue trailed wetly up my stomach to my chest. He used his teeth and tongue to tease and torment my stiff nipples, pulling on the shining rings and tugging on them with each slow tug of his mouth. The scent of his musk and the weight of his body above me were overwhelming and I bit at my lip, using the small pain to center myself…I wanted to impale myself upon him so badly that it was a metallic taste on my tongue. "Do you want me?" He whispered into the shell of my ear. "Yes - I want you now!" I pleaded hoarsely. He plundered my mouth in reply. I felt him slide a knee between my legs, parting them, and the tip of his big cock butted against my slickened lips. "Then open your eyes, darling." He demanded, as he aligned himself with my hungry opening. He slid home like a well oiled bolt, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, arching against his weight. He stroked his palms up my arms and finally entwined his fingers with mine on the pillow above my head. As we moved together as one being, we watched each others eyes, only breaking that stare to blink. I felt his grip on my fingers tighten like a vice as he lost his battle against orgasm. My own body was raked by deep shudders of ecstasy already, and deep inside, I could feel my walls caressing him, milking him. is shaking already lost in my own. I felt wet trails on my face, and whether they were sweat of tears, I cannot say. When I cried out joyously, I saw his eyes glitter with some unnamed emotion and I felt the burning heat of his release flood me. Releasing my hands, he wrapped his arms tightly around me, holding me close. He kissed away my tears, which ran unchecked into my tousled hair. Hotel: Bar Hotel bars always provide great sights. People seem to check their inhibitions at the front desk. This trip I found myself in a high-end boutique establishment I had been in before. The meetings lasted forever and it feels good to relax with a glass of whiskey and look around at the others doing the same thing. I cross my long bare legs under my knee-length skirt and squeeze the thighs together. It feels good to apply the pressure on my mound. I had brought myself to a glorious climax several times before coming down to the bar. Holding my thighs tight helps prolong the glow. By a window, a woman sits at a table with a folder of papers scattered across the table. Her black skirt rests high on the thigh, the only thigh she has. The matching black, low-heal shoe flips against the foot as it swings back and forth. Crutches rest against the wall not far away. I stare at the breasts highlighted by the sunlight filtering though the nearly translucent blouse. I imagine if her skirt was like the blouse, I could see her panties or the outline of what remained of the missing leg. I consider if she is an exhibitionist. A thrill races though my loins as I picture her standing in front of a window rubbing her nipples against the glass. She rubs her eyes again then sips the last of her drink. I suspect the day has been long for her as it has been for me. She pulls her barefoot onto the seat of the chair and rubs the arch of her foot, wiggles the toes, and puts the foot down, but not in the shoe. The foot rubs against the carpet a few times and I guess she would like someone to massage it for her. I notice the man in the khaki slacks and dark blue, blazer jacket watching her, probably with many of the same thoughts I have. His blue eyes caught my attention when he entered the bar. His suffer blond hair and toned body did too. He adjusts his trousers, probably to relieve some of the pressure of the erection hidden inside. I imagine it large with a wonderful mushroom head, possibly in my mouth. He finishes the last of the beer from the bottle. The glass remains empty on the bar. He smiles at Kate, the buxom server, and asks for another. I know her name. I've been here many times. I see her bend over and he stares intently down her cleavage. She has great breasts. I've watched them also. He'd probably like to take her upstairs and make her scream in pleasure. A tingle grabs my mound, as I think of them naked on the clean white sheets of a king-size bed. Then I picture myself in a line of women waiting for him to fuck us one at a time. Another tingle and wetness between my legs becomes noticeable. I think of the woman with one leg as Beth, though I don't know her real name. She holds her hand up and smiles at Kate then whispers 'another'. Her finger points at the drink glass as if Kate might not understand what she is asking for. I tease my mind and pretend she means 'another missing leg'. She twists in the chair and the skirt slips up more, revealing the end of her missing leg. A finger scratches the end. She seems unconcerned that it is exposed. Mike, who knows what his real name is, doesn't seem to mind the sight. I imagine I can see the bulge in his pants. There is no way he could stand without it being obvious. Suddenly in my mind, we are upstairs again and she is next in line after me. I finish quickly. She takes my place, wraps her single leg around his waist, and quickly moans in climax. We each get back in line. Kate lies on the bed again. My thoughts return to the bar and I take a sip of my drink. Beth seems so organized that it surprises me when a single piece of paper falls on the floor. Mike quickly takes a few steps and hands it to her. She smiles. I'm sure she saw the bulge. I know I did. There are words I can't hear, but he sits down. They talk. Her barefoot strokes his ankle. Maybe it is just an accident. I glance around. A group of men at another table whisper. I wonder if they are discussing Beth and Mike. She closes the folder and slides it inside a handsome leather briefcase. He sips his beer. A new server leans and asks if I'm ready for another drink. I've never seen him and ponder his looks as I nod. I love his dark curly hair. I picture my hand over the front of his zipper. He's younger, probably working his way though college. He stands and I wonder what his face would be like between my legs. I squeeze my thighs tight to keep the wetness from falling against the back of my skirt. He smiles and walks away. My thighs remain pressed together as the quivering subsides. Mike still talks to Beth and I think about her missing leg. How did it happen? What was it like to be that way? Did Mike prefer women like her? The last thought surprised me. Do people prefer that? The climax catches me off guard. I bite my lower lip to stifle the scream. Now I focus on her stump, as it lies exposed not far away. I try to will him to leave so I can take that seat. He frowns as I stare. He holds the bottle and stands. She remains seated. There are a few unheard words, maybe 'thanks, but no'. He looks one last time before leaving. Beth looks around as if she can hear my thoughts. She smiles and watches me for a long moment before sipping her drink. She twists in the chair. I can see the white of her panties. The smile remains as I cross the distance to the still warm chair at her table. 'Hello' I tell her. She touches my hand and leaves them together. I can feel her warm breath as she leans closer as if to kiss me across the table. I want to knock it over and take her there for all to watch. She grabs the crutches as she stands. Her hand reaches out. The force drags me with her. The elevator dings. The door closes. "Martha," the voice says, snapping me out of my fantasy. I look up and see Mark. "Hope you still want to have dinner." I look around and realize Beth and Mike were some kind of dream. I'm disappointed and look puzzled at him. "If not, I'll try to understand." I see him trying to understand my strange mood. I shrug it off as I remember at the meeting, how much I had wanted to get naked with him. I stand to give him a peck on the lips. "Let's go," I whisper in his ear. As we stepped into the elevator, he says, "Did you see the woman with one leg?" Hotel Bar Fantasy This is my very first submission and I really do want to know what you think. Take just a second to rate it or to send me feedback. By the way, this was a real fantasy that came true! It starts with you and me walking into a hotel nightclub out of town, so as not to be recognized. It's not a very large place, but decent sized for a hotel. It is darker than most hotel 'bars', so it really has the ambiance of a true nightclub; it even has a decent sound and light show. You are a little nervous because you've had time to think about what we are about to do, but we've talked about it so much, you know you can't back out now. Besides, the idea excites you and you feel a small tingle build between your thighs. I think you are a little surprised that I am going through with it. I gaze at you as you walk just in front of me and marvel at how good you look. Your auburn hair cascades just across your shoulders. Your figure is amazing. What I can't see from behind is your beautiful face and those brilliant hazel eyes that always melt me. You originally protested, but I begged until you agreed to wear the outfit I laid out for you: that tight fitting plum sweater top and short black skirt with those awesome 3" heels which make you the perfect height, not to mention accentuate your already fabulous legs. I picked out a bra for you, but purposely left out panties. The skirt and heels really accentuate your shapely legs and awesome ass. Wow, the club is packed tonight. You hold my hand as we work our way through the crowd to the bar. We had originally talked about dancing first to loosen up, but now you just wanted to do it before you lost your nerve. People are three-deep at the bar, so it takes a minute to work yourself up to it, your stomach pressing on it. I stand right behind you, still holding your hand. The crowd is loud and having a good time and is oblivious to us. I lean over your shoulder and whisper in your ear to order us drinks. As the bartender walks up, I let go of your hand and place it on the front of your thigh, causing you to jump a little. As you strain to hear the bartender and order, my hand slides around the outside of your leg behind you and between your thighs, touching your already damp lips. You hold on to your control while slightly spreading your thighs wider allowing me better access. You push back into me a little, pressing against my fingers as I slide one, then two fingers inside you. I am getting so excited just feeling you and watching your subtle movements that mean nothing to anybody else. The drinks come (tequila shots) and you shoot your down quickly, lean your head back and say, "OK, do it before I change my mind." With that, I throw back my shot, move in as close to you as I can and unzip my fly, releasing my thick 6" cock. It effortlessly slides between your thighs and along your wet lips, lubing me up for what's about to happen. You tilt your ass back a little more and with your palm guide me into you. Since large movements would give us away, we start swaying to the music. To anybody watching, we are just grinding away like everyone else. Little do they know we are really making love right in front of them! My cock swells as we slowly push into each other, your excitement trickling down your thigh. You lean you head back again, turn to kiss me and whisper in my ear "Pump me one time good and hard and I will come!" I happily oblige you and shove my throbbing cock into you as deep as I can and hold it there. You become very rigid and I see you gripping the edge of the bar tightly and I know you are cumming. This is all too much or me and I explode inside you with a force I have never known. We stand there for a long moment catching our breath and trying to look around casually to see if anybody noticed. After a minute, I slide out of you and quickly push it back in my pants. I know you need to clean up, and follow you towards the restroom. I can see a small trail of cum dripping down your thigh and that excites me all over again. As you get to the restroom door, I push you in and pull you into the first available stall. I sit down and flip up your skirt to see what I have done to you. Your shaved mound is so beautiful I just can't help myself. Starting on your thigh, I kiss and lick up your leg, cleaning you as I go till I reach those swollen lips of your sweet smelling pussy. I go to my knees and drive my tongue into you and suck deeply until you cum again, this time into my mouth. I drink in all of you, tasting us together. When you come back down from your orgasm, I rise and leave you to gather yourself. I'll be waiting at the bar... just in case you want to do something else next. Hotel Bar Pick-Up My two buddies and I had been on a week-long fishing trip and we were staying at a hotel close to the airport for one night ahead of our flight home in the morning. It had been a great week, lots of fishing, whiskey, and bullshit - but no pussy, so I was ready to go if the opportunity presented itself. We checked in, got clean, and met up at the hotel bar for beers and shots. The bar was quite busy: not exactly a crush, but things were getting loud and the music was pumping. There was a wedding reception going on in one of the banquet rooms, and from our position we could see people going in and out to the bathrooms or whatever. Not bad overall, for what was basically a three-star hotel in a regional shit-hole town. No-one in their right mind would ever go there if they had the choice, but hey, here we were, my buddies and I - the beer was cold, the shots were shots, and life was good, even if there was nothing much to look at. Just then, these two young sluts walked out of the reception room and headed over in our direction. How did I know they were sluts? It was written all over them. Slut #1 was wearing a tight cream dress which barely covered her pussy, and she'd squeezed her tits into it as much as she could without them falling out. Her blonde hair was piled up high and she had bright red lip-stick to match her bright red nails. Her white heels were about a million miles high. Good legs, thank Christ, and while she wasn't exactly slim, she certainly wasn't fat and her body looked quite nubile. You'd fuck her, I thought, if you'd just spent a week in the mountains with nothing but two guys and some fish. Her friend, Slut #2, was even sluttier, if that was possible. She was a brunette (actually they were both brunette, but Slut #1 had gone blonde), and she was in a loud red dress as short as her friend's but somehow even more revealing: tighter, more busty, and more slutty. Her shoes were hilarious - the heels were about a billion miles high. Her face was ok pretty but her body was awesome, in a small-town-slut kind of way, and she knew it. Leggy, slender, good skin, and very fuckable. Both of them had a look which said "cheap pornography magazine", maybe on purpose, maybe by nature, who knows, who cares. What was important was that they looked like cheap dirty sluts on a Saturday night and they were coming my way. I watched them giggle, wobble and stagger towards us as they pushed up to the bar between me and my buddies. Slut #1 ordered two white wines. "How come you can't get free drinks at the wedding?" I said to Slut #1. "Because Brendan's dad lost his job and he can't afford free drinks all night, so we've come over here to get all the rich millionaires to buy us drinks", said Slut #1. I guessed Brendan was the groom. "Now, how did you know that I'm a rich millionaire?" I asked. Actually I am a rich millionaire, so even though she was half drunk her natural female money antennae were working fine. "I can tell", said Slut #1, "it's written all over you, and besides, you look like a total bastard, so you must be." "You're right, I am a total bastard. So what are you going to do in return for me buying you drinks?" I asked, with a shit-eating grin. I sat on my bar-stool with my legs wide open so she could have a good look at my cock bulge. Sure enough, Slut #1 glanced down straight at my crotch. I love it when a woman does that, it almost always means I can fuck her later if I want. Slut #1 swiveled her hips and displayed her full rack to me. "Well you never know your luck, champ. Shelley here's a right load of trouble when she's had a few wines, aren't you Shel." Slut #2, who from this point we shall refer to as "Shelley", smirked and leant forward towards me, exposing even more of her tits, if that was possible. "She can talk", she said, wafting me with white wine breath, "She'll do anything for a free drink, and that's why Brendan's parents aren't talking to her!" Shelley burst out laughing, and so did Slut #1, the pair of them snickering, winking, and toasting each other, as if they were the only ones in the room who knew they were utter, utter sluts. My two fishing buddies were appalled, and jealous. Both of them had boring, dumpy wives and were off the leash for the week. Over the next ten minutes both of them tried to pump their own egos with pathetic attempts to get the sluts interested, and both of them failed miserably. I mean Jesus, sluts like these two can tell the difference between talk and action from twenty paces. It turned out Slut #1's name was Peggy, and it wasn't long before the dirty bitch was leaning her body into me between my wide open legs, rubbing herself on me at every chance. I had my hand on her body just above the curve of her right ass cheek and her tits were basically right in my face, as I sat on the bar stool and she got drunk on cheap white wine. Meanwhile Shelley was sitting across from me on a bar stool and was giving me some very hot looks. She had her legs crossed, her short dress hitched right up her thighs, and her left leg was pushed up and rubbing my left leg. I had my left forearm rested on the bar and Shelley was lightly scratching it with her nails, slowly up and down. Shelley was leaning forward at every opportunity, showing me her big tits squashed into her slutty red dress. My cock was getting harder and I made no effort at all to hide it as I downed my beer and ordered another one. The barman served the beer. I picked it up, Shelley accidentally bumped my arm, and best part of a whole pint of cold lager went splashing all over Peggy's face and tits. Everyone around us went "oh!" and the three of us, me, Shelley, and Peggy, each said "Jesus!" in a different way. For a second Peggy just stood there, with beer all over her face and chest, and then she and Shelley started laughing as if it was the funniest thing in the world. "Fucking hell I'm fucking soaked!" shouted Peggy, holding her hands out in front of her. "How am I supposed to go back in there like this," she said, nodding over towards the reception room. We got a few napkins from the bartender but it didn't make much difference, she was a mess. "Tell you what," I said, "your dress is okay, it just went all over your face and tits". Indeed, the beer was running down between her tits and under her dress. It made me want to pull her top down and suck her nipples. "Why don't you come up to my room and have a shower to clean up?" Peggy paused, standing there with beer all over her face and chest. My offer was obviously sleazy, and she didn't really have much choice, but she still needed a gentle shove to push her over the line. "It's right upstairs on the fourth floor. Shelley can come too, just to make sure you're okay," I said, standing up. My balls were heavy and beginning to ache. "Well there's fuck-all else to do about it," said Peggy,"so yeah okay, thanks, let's go." Shelley stood up and we all turned to go. As I guided them through the crowd towards the elevators, I made sure to look over my shoulder at my fishing buddies. That's right, I smirked, two filthy sluts, heading upstairs to my room. Have fun masturbating tonight, suckers, I'll tell you all about it in the morning. Now, whenever I'm in a hotel, which is often, I always make a point of setting up my room before I go out, just in case. I fix the lighting low, to set an atmosphere. I get some low-key house music going on the speakers so it sounds cool when I get back, and I make sure the ice-box is full. I figure you never know when you're going to meet two sluts from a wedding reception at the hotel bar, so you need to be prepared. Yes, my room was a standard room, in a three-star hotel, in a shit-hole dump of a regional town, but whatever - it was cooler than anywhere else these two sluts were going tonight. "Ooh, this is cool," said Peggy, "nice and sexy, are you having a party?" Meanwhile Shelley had walked straight over to the mini-bar fridge and was bending over in her heels, her short red dress barely covering her ass, brazenly parading herself like a slut. "Why don't you jump in the shower and get cleaned up," I said to Peggy, "and I'll fix us some drinks". Peggy winked at me, blew me a kiss, and stepped into the bathroom. I noticed she closed the door behind her, which was a bit disappointing, but then I figured it was ok because it gave me more leeway with Shelley. Shelley was still at the mini-bar. "Hey Shelley," I said, moving towards her. "Let me show you this special drink I found out about a few weeks ago, it's called an American Beauty, it's tasty, you'll love it". "Okay cool," said Shelley. I made the drinks, putting the brandy in her glass and the vermouth and orange in mine (the cheap hotel mini-bar didn't have all the ingredients for a real American Beauty, but so what). Shelley was standing very close to me, and the tension was electric. "We have to mix it in each other's mouths, that's the rules, so take a big gulp and hold it in your mouth until I kiss you, okay?", I said, repeating a line I've been using since I was sixteen. Shelley took a big gulp, like a good girl. I sipped some of my glass and leaned forward to kiss her. Our lips met, and she opened her mouth. The brandy, vermouth, and orange mixed with a sting, and Shelley's tongue met mine like a striking serpent. Putting my glass down, I reached around and grabbed her tight slut ass with both hands. Shelley pushed her tits into me, kissing me wantonly with her arms around my neck, wriggling her slutty body all over me. I moved her backwards towards the bed, with the intention of fucking her there and then. It was only a few short steps, and as we moved and kissed I pulled her short red dress up over her hips to her waist. One reason I work out a lot is to keep my stomach flat so it's easy to get my pants off. As we reached the bed I quickly unclipped my pants, and with a downwards shove I had them down around my ankles and my cock free and ready for sex. A week in the woods without any release meant my cock was rock hard, curving upwards and swaying like a cobra above my full aching balls. I pushed Shelley backwards onto the bed and hooked my left thumb around behind her ass and under her g-string thong. (I knew it would be a g-string, what else would a slut like her be wearing?) I slipped my thumb back down towards her pussy, pulled the thong out of the way, and angled my body, so that as she fell back on the bed I was between her legs with my cockhead pushing into her sex. Shelley was still kissing me hard as she opened and raised her legs for me. I pressed myself forwards and the thick head of my big hard cock entered her vagina. "Jesus, you don't muck around, do you," she breathed, as I bit the back of her neck, forcing my cock into her, pushing in and easing out as she got lubricated, my cock splitting her tight cunt open, and both my hands spreading her ass cheeks wide, the tips of my fingers pulling her pussy lips open. "I'm going to fuck your brains out," I grunted. "Uh-huh", she gasped, as I fucked her. She had her arms around my neck and over my shoulders, and her cunt was juicing up so now my cock was about half way into her. Shelley raised her legs high and wide, wrapping her ankles around my waist, pushing her hips up into me to meet my thrusting cock, and started fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I don't know how many men she'd fucked in her life but her pussy was tight, one of the best I've ever fucked, and as I raked my hard length into her she fucked me back like a rattlesnake, biting my shoulder and humping my cock. I could just see my ass in my room's full-length mirror, driving and pumping between her white thighs in the soft light, but I couldn't see anything else so it was like watching two strangers fucking, and for some reason that turned me on and made me fuck her harder. "Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh yeah ,oh yeah, oh fuck me, oh yeah" she breathed as I fucked her with her shoes on, her cunt nice and wet now and her tits pressing into my chest. I pulled her back to the edge of the bed so I could get some purchase with my feet, and looped my arms around the backs of her slender thighs, pushing her ankles up over my shoulders, fucking her harder, leaning into her, pushing her down into the bed, slamming my meat into her with loud slaps as my groin met her wet pussy, with one hand behind her neck pulling her hair, exposing her throat, and the other holding her wrist back above her head like she was being raped. She wasn't exactly fighting me off either, the flexible little slut, humping me with her eyes rolling back half closed and her fingers scratching across my back. At that point I realised just what a total slut this Shelley really was. I'd only met her half an hour earlier, and it was clear that whatever I wanted to do to her, she'd be right into it. I felt a sudden urge to fuck her in the ass, and fuck her mouth, and really violate her as much as possible, as soon as I could. At some point while we were fucking I heard the shower switch off, and a bit later the bathroom door opened and Peggy stepped out in a towel. "Well look at you two, why am I not surprised," she said, with a smirk. I carried on fucking her friend, who was proving herself to be completely shameless. I started thinking about taking Shelley out onto the balcony and fucking her in public. "Shelley and I were just getting to know each other better", I said, between breaths. "How was the shower? Feel like a drink? There's champagne in the fridge." "I'd love a drink", said Peggy. She opened a half-bottle of champagne and poured herself a glass, then casually sat down on the bed across from me and Shelley while we fucked all the while. I couldn't believe it, she was watching me and Shelley fuck like we were playing a game of chess or something. I kept up an even rhythm, pumping steadily into Shelley's tight pussy, her legs wrapped around my waist again, and my cock slamming into her so our groins met with a slap on each thrust. She was panting and moaning quietly, and then she turned her head to Peggy and said "oh he's got a big one, I can't handle it" and then she started spasming, her pussy flexing rapidly against my hard cock and her body tensing up. I started fucking her really hard, really making sure she felt it good, punishing her slut pussy while she orgasmed all over my cock. I carried on fucking her but she started trying to push me off so I pulled out of her and she rolled away on the bed groaning. I stood up, kicked my pants and shoes off and walked around the side of the bed towards Peggy, my hard cock swaying in the dim light. Peggy put her glass on the floor and opened her mouth, and I shoved my cock in. She licked and sucked all around my hard cock, holding it with one hand, exploring my length with her tongue and mouth, licking and sucking my balls before returning to the head and bobbing up and down as she sucked me. I let her blow me for a minute and then I started fucking her face. I had one hand gripping under her chin and the other behind her head, with one foot on the bed, and I forced her to deep throat me, steadily thrusting into her mouth as I pushed her backwards onto the bed, her towel falling away, straddling her with my knees on either side of her head, making her gasp, gurgle, and choke. I humped her face with my hard cock, pumping and fucking her face, making sure she took me down her throat. Every now and then I pulled out, letting her suck and lick my balls, before easing my cock back into her mouth and starting again with the hard fucking. Her lips felt like heaven and she kept her wet mouth tight around my shaft and rolled her tongue around and over my cock head as I fucked her face. After a minute I glanced over to see what Shelley was doing - she was just sitting on the edge of the bed watching her friend give one of the all-time great blow-jobs. I decided to make her do something useful. "Hey Shelley", I said. "Be a good girl and get some bath oil." Shelley got up and went into the bathroom, and I pulled out of Peggy's mouth, stood up, and roughly turned her on to her stomach. I shoved her legs apart with my knees and pulled her hips up and back towards me. Her pussy was shaved bald. I quickly leaned forward, and ran my tongue all over her labia, sucking her mound and tonguing her pussy lips. I lapped at her sex, from her asshole to her clit, up and back, over and over again as Peggy moaned and moved her hips with me, raising her ass higher. I pushed my tongue into her cunt and rubbed her clit with my thumb, her juices on my lips and my face, and her clit swelling up harder. Shelley came back with a bottle of that scented bath oil you get in hotels. "That's all there is", she said. "Put it on my cock", I told her, and she squirted the oil into her hand and rubbed it onto my cock, up and down and all over the head. I thought she was going to suck me but she didn't. I slapped Peggy's ass cheek hard, and pulled her hips further up and back. She moved her knees slightly wider and arched her back more, presenting herself to me, ready to fuck. I stepped closer, and pressed the head of my cock into her pussy. The bath oil helped me slip into her, the tightness gripping my cock, my hands on her waist and hips holding her steady. Again putting one foot on the bed, I eased my thick meat into her. "Oh god", she said. "Mmph, oooh ,oh jesus, you bastard". Peggy tossed her head from side to side, her hands bunching up, her arms flat on the bed. I pushed all the way into her, nice and slow, and then started fucking her harder, back and forth, holding her hips as she moaned and groaned, pumping my cock into her with a steady rhythm, my balls swinging, my teeth gritted with sexual violence. "Ooh you're so big", said Peggy, as I started fucking her cunt deeper. My cock was as hard as concrete, pushing into her, splitting her open. "Oh fuck me, oh yeah, oh fuck me, oh yeah, fuck me, oh yeah", she moaned. Peggy was rolling her hips, humping me in rhythm, her hands gripping the bedspread and her eyes closed. "Mmm, oh yeah, that's good", I told her. "That's it, fuck me you dirty slut, fuck my hard cock, fuck me good like Shelley did, fuck my cock." I moved my left hand around onto her tits and leaned into her, the full length of my hard cock jamming right up deep into her vagina, fucking her good and hard and deep with each thrust. Meanwhile Shelley was sitting on the edge of the bed again, sipping champagne. Could I get a threesome going? "Hey Shelley", I grunted, as I fucked her friend, "why don't you move round and put your pussy in her face, then she can lick you while I fuck her." "What?", said Shelley. "Sit in front of her and put your pussy in her face so she can lick you while I'm fucking her", I hissed, straining with the effort I was putting in to fucking Peggy's tight pussy. "Make her lick your pussy." "Are you up for that Peg?" said Shelley, moving across the bed and positioning herself. It looked like Shelley was up for it, whatever Peggy said. "Mmm, yeah okay, ohh", murmured Peggy as I fucked her. Shelley pulled off her g-string, opened her long slender legs and slid forwards on the bed towards us. She still had her high heels on. I grabbed Peggy's hair and pulled her head up, and Shelley moved forward and wriggled her shaven pussy into Peggy's face, leaning back on her elbows as Peggy started licking and sucking her pussy. This was so great - I had a perfect view of the action. Shelley looked me straight in the eyes and winked, then leaned back with her legs spread wide, her short red dress around her waist. Her eyes half closed and she started concentrating on the oral sex her friend was giving her. It quickly became all about one girl getting the other one off, as Peggy licked and sucked Shelley's pussy and clit, working her head up and down, lightly and firmly tonguing her friend's cunt, rolling her tongue around Shelley's clit, toying with it, teasing it, building the pressure, until Shelley's hips were humping up and down, thrusting and rolling, and she was groaning and moaning, squeezing her own tits and whispering "oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah" under her breath. Hotel Bar Pick-Up And all the while I fucked Peggy's tight pussy with a steady, relentless pulsing rhythm, but I slowed my fuck strokes so Peggy could concentrate on tonguing her friend's vagina. Still, I was pushing deep into her with every slow stroke, gripping her smooth white ass with my hands, my fingers reaching to stretch open her pussy lips while I fucked her deep. I told you Shelley had a bitching body and the sight of her, lying back with her legs wide open with her high heels on, having her clit sucked and licked, while I fucked the woman who was doing it to her, started driving me over the edge. I pulled out of Peggy's vagina and pushed my cockhead against her asshole and in past her sphincter. She tensed up a bit but didn't complain as I eased deeper and deeper into her asshole, my cock getting harder and thicker as I got closer to orgasm, my balls tightening, three-quarters of my hard cock's length inside Peggy's asshole, moving in and out, fucking her, stretching her. Peggy continued to suck on Shelley's shaved pussy, and Shelley was gripping Peggy's hair with both hands, as I got closer and closer, harder and harder, fucking that ass deeper and deeper, until finally I exploded my orgasm deep into Peggy's tight asshole, filling her ass with cum and pumping her with my thick cock. She was still licking Shelley and then Shelley started coming, twisting and writhing her body while Peggy tried to keep her mouth on her clit. I pulled out of Peggy's asshole and decided to make Shelley suck my cock. I moved up the bed and forced myself into her mouth while she lay there. She was passive at first as she recovered from her orgasm but soon she was actively sucking me off as I pumped my hips into her. She took all of my cock as I was getting soft, and licked and sucked my balls for a couple of minutes. Behind me Peggy said something about getting back to the wedding so I pulled out of Shelley's mouth and told her I wanted to fuck her on the balcony later, and she said "yeah alright". I got myself a beer while the Peggy and Shelley got themselves together. We all went back downstairs and I told them I'd be at the bar, and to let me know if they needed a room for the night. I joined up with my fishing buddies and the girls went back to the wedding. The whole thing had taken about 40 minutes. Much later that night I got Shelley out on to my room's balcony, overlooking the car-park. She gripped the low railing, her long lean legs spread wide apart, her high heels elongating her calves, her back arched, and her red dress bunched up around her slim little waist. She looked great. I sank my cock into her soaking pussy and we fucked slowly in the moonlight, me running my hands softly all over her slender body, pressing her tits, slapping her backside, spreading her thighs, gripping her waist, as I pumped her and fucked her. I reached around and gripped her shaven mound, rubbing her clit with my fingers, holding one of her tits and grunting like an animal while I humped her hard from behind. I told her she was a slut, I told her I was going to fuck her all night and I told her to fuck me with her hips and her tight cunt. She bucked and humped and wiggled and I let her impale herself on my pole before I took over again, fucking her with my knees bent more so I could get right up into her. She orgasmed hard on my cock, and then I pushed it into her asshole and fucked her anally until I came inside her. The next day with a hangover on the plane I had to beat off in the toilet thinking about her filthy body and the way I fucked her and her friend. Maybe the dirtiest young woman I've ever met. Hotel Bar "You haven't asked me what my name is." He teased gently. "Aren't you even curious?" I sniffled, then smiled tentatively. "I was going to ask over breakfast". ~ The End ~ **Dedication ~ This is dedicated to my feral boys with razorblade smiles and eyes like candy. You touched my heart and mind with your loving touch half a lifetime ago and I was forever changed. Wherever I go, you will always be a part of my soul. And for all of the times I never said the words out loud- I love you very much. This is for you, the men who knew my soul name before I ever knew I had one; life isn't as sweet without you in it. And I shall miss you till the end of my days. As always ~ your bashful muse. **