3 comments/ 18380 views/ 5 favorites Hotel Africa By: sexylilthing Sylvie was on top. She watched her husband seductively, his cock buried deep inside her and she squeezed and teased him. His muscular body had enough power to take complete control; to buck and fuck her hard if he wanted to, but he restrained himself, allowing her to give him pleasure. She through her head back, her long blond hair flowing over her shoulder and her pert breasts defying gravity in front. She was nearly on the brink now, her orgasm had been building for some time now and she was ready to let rip. And then her mobile rang. Without hesitation she picked it up on the first ring. She smiled as she felt it vibrate in her hand and put the phone onto her clit. She groaned loudly. Two rings left and it would go to voicemail. It vibrated again against and she gritted her teeth, pressed answer and held the phone to her ear. "Hello? Yes, this is Sylvie speaking. Okay. That's great news, thank you. When do we start? Okay, we're looking forward to it. See you next week." With that she chucked the phone down, gripped her husband's torso and started fucking him wildly. Matt closed his eyes in ecstasy; he was ready to cum but he held off until Sylvie came first. Matt didn't have long to wait. Sylvie was up and down like a wild cat, sweat dripping off her brow, her mouth open, her groans now turned to screams. She was anything but quiet in bed. Her first orgasm ran through her body as she screamed. Matt took his opportunity and started bucking his hips, taking the control away from his wife. As she started cumming again Matt ejaculated deep inside her. He gripped her hips and pumped furiously as he squirted deep inside her. Sylvie was almost crying as she came. His orgasm subsided but he stayed inside her, allowing her to have one final orgasm then she collapsed on him, kissing him, whispering in his ear how much she loved him and how much she loved to fuck him. They cuddled for a while before she got up. "Who was on the phone?" "The lady from the agency. We got the job managing Hotel Africa." Matt grinned. He really wanted this job more than anything. A husband and wife team running an exclusive Five Star hotel just outside of Cape Town. The lady from the agency also hung up the phone, feeling guilty that she had eavesdropped on such personal business yet blessed having achieved an orgasm of her own by listening to them They were half way across the Atlantic, Business Class of course, when Matt pulled out a neatly wrapped gift from his laptop case. How Customs hadn't picked up on it or asked him to unwrap it he didn't know. That would have been embarrassing and spoilt the surprise. Sylvie smiled as she pulled the paper off, revealing an attractive box. It opened from the top and as she pulled off the first sheet of sponge she was rewarded with a gold bracelet with an unusual looking pendant. He put it lovingly around her wrist. She knew he was up to his old tricks as she removed the second layer of sponge, and lying in the box were a pair of love eggs. Matt explained. "These are not ordinary love eggs; they vibrate. The pendant controls them. I'll show you." He took her wrist and flicked a tiny switch on the pendant. The eggs started vibrating in the box, fortunately they were separated by the wrapping so it was quiet. Then Matt took her arm and moved it above her head and as he did so the eggs almost stopped moving. As he brought her wrist down again the vibrated started, and the closer the pendant, the more aggressive the vibrations. "They can be used vaginally or anally." He added with a cheeky grin. "Vaginally I think." She responded coolly. Business Class wasn't full and as it was night time most of the other passengers were asleep. She hiked her skirt and opened her legs, then took the eggs and rubbed them against her pussy. The first one hummed against her clit and she manoeuvred against her slit making it wet and lubricated. It slipped inside her easily and she sat bolt upright as she felt it go inside. The second was inserted just as easily and Sylvie felt as if she was about to cum right there and then. Knowing that it would be impossible to cum quietly she flicked the switch on her pendant and snuggled up to her husband. "Thank you," she whispered as she fell asleep. Cape Town is hotter than Los Angeles in Summer but they were both accustomed to the heat. They were met at the airport by a limousine and taken to Hotel Africa; about an hour's drive away. The hotel was spectacular – a mix of colonial style with modern facilities. As the porters took their luggage they were met by a young and attractive mixed-race girl. "Welcome, I'm Katie, Assistant Manager. You must be Matt and Sylvie." The shook hands politely as Katie walked them to reception. Two good looking Americans. Katie wondered which one she fancied more. She explained that the old managers had mismanaged the cash flow and had been terminated at short notice and she, personally, was pleased that the Directors had recruited from overseas. She didn't trust the white South Africans very much, even though her father was one. She gave them a tour of the site and in a professional manner she emphasised the areas that she thought were of greatest concern, as well as where the greatest growth potential stood. Security was always a worry and she had personally installed cameras throughout the site. After Sylvie had shown them their separate offices, she explained that she had work to do but she was available at any time for them. "I'm going to check the bar and restaurant." Matt stated. Sylvie nodded. "I'll check security." Matt was a little dejected that he hadn't had the chance to fuck Sylvie, especially as he knew she still had the love eggs embedded deep inside her. He wondered if they were switched on. And then there was that cute mix-raced chick; Katie. He wondered how easy she would be. Damn, he was horny! He entered the bar to find very few customers inside. Four bar staff were present, two ladies and two men. He didn't hesitate. "You two," he pointed at the girls, "my office. Now." Obediently they followed and within moment he was seated at his over seized oak desk with two gorgeous black girls facing him. He liked the dress code – short black skirts and skimpy white blouses. Nice. "I saw you two stealing from the till." It was a statement that sent the girls into shock. Their jaws dropped as they tried to protest their innocence. "Boss, we didn't, we wouldn't..." "Forget it. Get your shit and get out of here. Your finish pay will follow." "But Boss, truly, we haven't done anything wrong! " The first protested. "And it's impossible getting work in South Africa..." Matt already knew this. They hadn't done anything wrong, the cameras would prove that, but he was enjoying his little game. "We'd do anything to keep our job! Anything!" "Anything?" "Yes, Boss," said the first, "we're loyal to Hotel Africa and we'll do anything to ask us to." She was visibly shaking and Matt began to wonder if he had pushed this too far. He decided he could go a bit further. "Okay, prove your loyalty. Kiss." They stared at Matt as if he had gone mad, then shrugged and faced each other. The girls had looked similar at first, probably from the tribe, but as he watched them he could see obvious differences between them. They both had great bodies but one had subtle scars on her cheeks; probably tribal scarring. He decided to call her Scarface. The other had braided hair so he called her Braids. He watched as Braids touched Scarface's cheek and they brought their lips together. They touched, kissing gently. Matt felt a twitch in his pants, he suspected that they might have kissed before. Braids pulled her partner closer and kissed her passionately. Tongues intertwined and they pulled each other close. Matt wondered if this was a show in order to keep their jobs, nevertheless they seemed very happy in what they were doing. After two minutes of deep passionate kissing they pulled apart. "Is there anything else we can do to show our loyalty?" Matt grinned. He had them right where he wanted them. "Yes. Undress each other." Without waiting, Scarface started unbuttoning Braids' blouse and within seconds it was on the floor. She quickly unzipped her skirt and that too joined the blouse. Braids performed the same actions and the two girls stood before Matt in knickers and bras. They knew what he wanted and they were determined to keep their jobs. Scarface's bra was unclipped and her breasts revealed. Immediately Braids took a nipple to her mouth and sucked gently. As she did this Scarface unclipped her bra also, released her breast and pulled down Braids' panties. Braids followed and the girls were stark naked. Their bodies were perfect – great tits and shaved pussies. Matt didn't have to say anything as the girls continued their passionate kiss, hands roaming over each other's bodies and gasps of pleasure could be heard from both. Matts cock was fully erect now. He couldn't believe how easy this was. Sylvie was busy with Security and he had these two beauties at his mercy. As if understanding his needs, the girls joined him on his side of the desk. Braids kissed him as Scarface unbuttoned his shirt and undid his trousers. She rubbed his cock as she kissed his chest. Without asking, she removed his clothes as Braids pushed her tits into his face. He sat in his chair naked and the girls instinctually went for his cock. It was a good eight inches and Braids ran her tongue from bottom of his shaft to the top and Scarface took his balls into her mouth. Matt was in Heaven. Braids took his cock into her mouth, tonguing it gently, then forced it to the back of her throat. She couldn't take it all but she was close. Meanwhile Scarface played lovingly with his balls, her other hand rested Braids' bum. Matt couldn't take much more of this. He would blow his load if they continued. He stood, much to their disappointment, and Scarface obediently lay on his desk, her legs in the air. Matt took his position, her ankles resting on his shoulders, and he rubbed his cock against her clit. He could feel how wet she was. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He pushed against her, his cock at the opening of her pussy, and he entered about two inches then pulled back. She gasped. He pushed in a little further, about half way, then retracted again. The look on her face was begging him to fuck her. He obliged and pushed his cock all the way, deep into her gorgeous pink cunt. She groaned involuntarily as he began to fuck her. Braids started playing with Scarface's tits again, sucking and rubbing them and it wasn't long before the groans turned into heavy pants and then quiet screams as she came. Braids teased her as her orgasms commenced; kissing her lips and running her finger over her Scarface's clit to enhance the orgasm. It worked. Scarface bucked and Matt fucked her harder and harder. As quickly as he started he withdrew and it was Braids' turn. She faced the table, placing her elbows on it. Matt came behind her. Her pussy was wet already and Matt's cock was already well lubricated. He plunged deep inside her, sending waves of pleasure through her body, hitting all the right spots. It wasn't long before she too was experiencing orgasm. Scarface had recovered and took great pleasure in enhancing Braids orgasm, sucking on her tits and fingering her clit. It was too much for Matt. He couldn't help himself any longer. He pulled out of Braids and Scarface was immediately on her knees and taking his cock in her mouth. She was an expert cock sucker and she handled his balls as she swallowed his dick. It didn't take long. His balls contacted in her hands as he came in her mouth. It was more than she expected, more than any other guy she had sucked, and load after load was injected into her. She kept her cool. She knew how to please a man. She sucked until he had finished completely but she didn't swallow. A small amount escaped though her lips and dribbled down her chin. Braids was ready for her and they kissed, sharing his cum between them, lapping up anything that escaped. Matt watched them kiss. His cock stayed hard longer than usual but he knew he couldn't do a second round. Sylvie would get suspicious. After a lot of swapping they finally swallowed everything that he had given them and they stood, nipples erect, facing him. "Are our jobs safe?" Matt sighed. He wasn't that cruel. "Your jobs are safe for now. I'll consider a pay rise for you." And with that, the girls dressed and returned to the bar. Matt wondered if Sylvie would ever agree to a threesome. Meanwhile, Katie sat behind her desk watching the surveillance monitors. Watching her new boss screw around so quickly with barmaids amazed her. She wasn't sure which turned her on more – the amazing sex scene that she had just witnessed or the power that she now had over Matt. As much as Sylvie loved her husband, she didn't trust him. Okay, she was no angel and she had fucked many guys before and during their marriage, but mostly out of payback. She had seen him eye up the two sluts behind the bar and despite his gift, still vibrating deep inside her, she felt the need for revenge. Security at Hotel Africa was heavy. Twelve guards were on duty at any one point. She handpicked four and motioned them into the gym which was deserted at the time. She had to make sure that they knew their jobs. The four heavily built guards followed Sylvie into the gym, somewhat bemused as to what a petite white girl could teach such experienced and muscled security specialists. "Ok, I want you to react." She explained, then slapped one of the guards square across the cheek. There was no reaction. He just took it. "Is that what you do when someone hits you?" She exclaimed, and she punched the next guard on the cheek bone. Again, nothing. "I'm dealing with a bunch of pussies!" And with that she kneed the third guard in balls. He fell back in pain and Sylvie shook her head. "Guys, you have to do better than this." She raised her hand to slap the last guard, but he caught her by the wrist and his hand went to her throat, pinning her against the wall. He stood, almost in shock, at the action he had taken against his new boss. No doubt he would be unemployed very shortly. But Sylvie's reaction took them all by surprise. "That's more like it!" She purred, whilst pinned against the wall. "You can release now." She eyed the fourth guard up. He was bigger than the rest and the emblem on his sleeve showed that he was senior to the rest. "What's your name?" "Dexter. Ma'am." "Well, Dexter, I'm expecting big things from you. Okay!" she clapped her hands to get their attention, "you three, take your shirts off!" Three of the guards looked at each other confused, but removed their ties and shirts obediently. Sylvie admired their muscular torsos. "Shoes and socks off. Okay, good. Now remove your trousers." Only Dexter remained fully dressed and he stood to attention awaiting his command. Sylvie eyed up the three nearly naked men. "I don't remember your names, so I will call you Shorty, Fuzzy and Willy. Here's the scenario; I'm the innocent white girl who just left the bar. You three are the attackers. You're after a bit of white arse. When I give the command you, Dexter, will rescue me. Okay? Let's go." The men hesitated. The repercussions could be serious if this went wrong. A lengthy prison sentence at best. But she was giving the orders and disobedience would cost them their jobs, and good jobs are scarce in South Africa. Sylvie slapped Fuzzy across the face. "Now!" As if awoken, the three men started to act, hesitantly at first they pinned her against the wall. "Yes, that's it," she encouraged them. Fuzzy stood in front of her as the other two held her arms. With shaking hands he unbuttoned her suit jacket. Her breasts pushed hard against her blouse, her pink erect nipples clearly showing through the thin white material. He had never been with a white lady before and despite his nerves he was clearly getting turned on. He ran his hands over her breasts, catching her nipples between his fingers. Sylvie gasped. "Unbutton me." One by one the buttons on her blouse came loose. As the last one was released her breasts were fully exposed. Sylvie's breath was heavy now, waiting for him to make his next move. Shorty and Willy took the initiative and pulled the jacket and blouse off her shoulders and sleeves. With her arm released she reached behind her waist and unzipped her skirt leaving hanging precariously on her hips. The two at her sides retook control of her arms and again pinned her bare back against the wall. Fuzzy stared at the near naked woman with wide eyes. He had never seen such perfect tits in his life. Boldly, he made the first move. He brought his head down to her left breasts and took her nipple in her mouth, gently sucking and running his tongue over took. Sylvie gasped in delight, but she could see her protector about to make a move. "Not yet, Dexter. Wait for my command." Willy moved next, taking her other breast and following Fuzzy's actions. Sylvie closed her eyes as the two men sucked on his tits. She wiggled her hips and her skirt fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked except for her stilettos. She pushed the two men away then moved down onto her knees. Turning to her left, her face was inches away from Shorty's crotch, his cock fully erect under his pants. She rubbed it, gauging its length, then pulled his pants away revealing one of the biggest cocks she had seen in her life. It was at least nine inches and as thick as her wrist. She wrapped her hand around it and gently stroked it. "Get naked, boy," she purred, "Dexter – stand down." With that she took him in her mouth, caressing his balls with her other hand. She could only take half of his cock, it was so big. She considered herself and expert at deep throating but not this time. Without warning, she felt hands taking her under the thighs and she was being lifted. It wasn't part of her plan but she figured she'd see what happened. Dexter was there if things got out of hand. She was facing the ceiling as she was lifted legs first. She felt a head between her thighs and her legs rested on a pair of shoulders. Instantly a face dived into her pussy, lips and tongue pushing their way between her labia. She crossed her legs behind his head, pushing him closer to her to her hairless cunt. Meanwhile, a strong arms was supporting the weight of her top body which was inclined. As she pushed her head back she was greeted with another black cock. It was about the same size as Shorty's and she had no hesitation of allowing it to enter mouth. As she sucked it she felt a pair of lips against her tits. She forced herself to relax and enjoy the sensations going through her body. She always got off on oral sex and this was no exception. Willy was fucking her with his tongue – she had never experienced that before and it felt amazing. It was like being fucked with a small dick, except it was more agile and able to hit places that a dick can't. Every few moments he would stop and run his tongue over her clit instead, licking it wildly, then the tongue would go back into her vagina again. Shorty was on her tits, his lips wrapped around one nipple and his fingers playing the other. His other arm was supporting her body and keeping her in the air. The combination of having her pussy and tits eaten at the same time was sending her over the edge. She was going to cum soon and it was going to be big. She focussed on Fuzzy's cock. She played with his balls as she sucked him, hardly believing that a cock could be this big and hard. She started to cum. Waves of pleasure developed from her tits and cunt and her body started to shake. She wanted to scream but the cock in her mouth prevented her. She squeezed her thighs together which encouraged Willy to lick her pussy even harder. Her orgasm rippled through her body again and again until she could take no more. Without being told, the three men laid her gently on a table to recover. Hotel Africa Recovery didn't take long. Sylvie positioned herself with her bum on the edge and her legs wide open. Willy was first. For a moment he rubbed his cock against her pussy which was soaked with his saliva and her juices. She moaned with pleasure as he slowly penetrated her, pushing his oversized cock deeper into her pussy. She had never had a cock this big before, at least not a real one, and she gasped as her cunt was stretched. He went deeper, she didn't think it was going to end, but she finally felt his pubes against her and he was fully in. He started to fuck her with short, sharp strokes. The tip of his cock nudging against her deep inside. The rhythm increased; faster, harder. She was about to cum again but as she opened her mouth another prick pushed against her lips. She took it, gently nibbling as she fucked. She arched her back as she came. Willy pulled out and was immediately replaced. It was just as big and hard but this time it was a stronger fuck. All the way in, then all the way out. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it, thankful that she was so well lubricated. She came again immediately. Two cocks were at her face and she took turns in sucking and wanking them. Willy was first to cum. She squeezed his balls as he erupted, sending streams of cum over her face and tits. She continued to wank him until he was fully spent. Fuzzy was next. She sucked his cock so hard that he too shot his load in her mouth. It was too much for her to swallow and much of his semen escaped from her lips, running down her cheeks and into her hair. Shorty pulled out, his cock pointing at Sylvie's tits from between her legs. He moaned loudly as he ejaculated over her tummy, tits and face. Sylvie rubbed her clit; her fingers wet with the huge amounts of cum over body, and got her final orgasm. She lay exhausted on the table, cum dripping off her body and face. She reached between her legs, gently pushing her fingers into her wet and stretched pussy. Half of her hand was in as the men watched in amazement. She hadn't finished yet? She found what she was looking for and gently tugged. A white piece of string came out with her fingers, then a love egg popped out, then a second. She dropped them on the table between her legs and they vibrated noisily until the fell on the floor. "Get dressed boys, that's enough for today." She looked at Dexter, still fully dressed and with an expressionless look on his face. She nodded at him. "Good job." Even though he had done nothing other than restrain himself. Katie stared at the monitor with disbelief. First Matt, now Sylvie! This got better and better. Sylvie showered in the gymnasium. It took forever to get the semen out of her hair. She felt guilty and wondered if sex would ever be the same again now that she had enjoyed the ultimate experience. Would she be satisfied with Matt's seven inches? Would she be satisfied with just one man again? She pulled her hair into a ponytail, got dressed and put the love eggs into her pocket. She met up with Matt and Katie for a late lunch and they discussed the progress that they had made in the bar and with security. Katie smiled to herself as she listened to their blatant lies but nodded politely in agreement. She wondered just how far she could push this couple into deeper sexual adventures. After lunch Sylvie retired to her room for a much needed rest, blaming her tiredness on jetlag. Katie saw a chance to trap Matt, and offered to show him some of the rooms on the top floor which was reserved for the Managers quarters and Penthouse suites. Matt eyed her suspiciously in the lift. He didn't trust her. She was up to something but he didn't know what. She seemed to know too much and dropped subtle hints into the conversion to prove it. Maybe she was trying to get in the way of him and Sylvie, break up the marriage and have them leave the hotel in disgrace? He wasn't sure but he felt he needed to put his junior manager into her place. The opportunity came as the elevator was half way up. Katie took a key from her pocket, placed into the socket in the lift controls and stopped the elevator midway between floors. She faced him. She was much shorter, shorter even then his wife, but she had a fine body and showed ample cleavage from his ascended view. He could feel his cock twitching and Katie sensed it too. With one hand she stroked his cheek seductively while the other hand gently rubbed his cock, feeling it grow under his suit trousers. "You want me, don't you!" she whispered. He didn't get to respond. She dropped to her knees, undid his flies and pulled out his penis which was now fully erect. She ran her hand up and down it, impressed at its size, for a white cock. She took him in her mouth, her tongue running over him. He gasped. She was good! She was better than Scarface and Braids! Her hands cupped his testicles and squeezed gently as she took his cock deep into her mouth until the end pushed into her throat. Although she couldn't breathe, she gently allowed him to fuck her throat, moving her head back and forth. He ran his fingers through her silky black hair, it was the best blow job that he'd ever experienced and although he had cum just a few hours earlier, cumming again would not be a problem for him. He saw his opportunity. He pulled her hair tighter and started fucking her mouth harder. Katie was enjoying it. She grabbed breaths of air as he pulled out then he sank his cock deep in her mouth again. He face fucked her faster, controlling her by her hair. Katie started to panic. This wasn't part of her plan. She at least wanted to fuck him but now he had taken control. He groaned loudly, pulled out of her mouth, then shot him cum over her. The first stream through her hair, the second over her face and remainder, and there was plenty, over her blouse and jacket. He released one hand from her head and wanked the remainder of his cum over her. Katie was in shock. She was coated in his cum, which was still dripping down her chin and into her cleavage. How was she going to get to her room unnoticed? She fell back and sat in the corner of the lift, staring at her clothes. "You bastard! Look at me!" Matt turned the key in the lift, pressed the ground floor button and as they descended he put himself away and did up his trousers. He turned to her as the doors opened. "Just remember who is in charge of this hotel now." And with that he exited the lift. Sylvie dived on the Close Door button. Thankfully the foyer was empty. With the key inserted the lift would only respond to her instructions and wouldn't stop until she reached the top floor. As it ascended again she looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was perfect still, but her black hair and black jacket were coated in his cum. She shook her head in disbelief. When she reached the top floor she ran to her apartment. A housekeeper called her but only got a view of her behind. Within seconds she was safe in her room, and she started plotting her revenge. Katie had been Acting General Manager for two months since the previous management team had been dismissed. In that time she had moved herself into the biggest Penthouse Suite and taken on the adjoining room as well, which had been setup for her personal pleasures. She had, of course, installed all the surveillance cameras herself. There were cameras hidden in each room; behind mirrors, inside smoke detectors, everywhere. She knew everything that happened in the hotel and what each and every guest got up to. She could blackmail most of the politicians, actors and performers who had brought a girl (or boy) to Hotel Africa. She hadn't needed to use the recordings yet but she stored them carefully on external hard drives and placed several copies throughout various safe houses in Cape Town. Anyone foolish enough to test her wrath would be brought down swiftly and without mercy. Matt had tested her. Matt would pay. As she showered she pondered exactly how and by the time she was dressed she had a plan. She had always had a fantasy and now she could make it real. It was early evening when Katie and Sylvie sat down together with a bottle of wine. They chatted as if they were old friends. Katie actually did like her. Sylvie had a great body and she knew that she was a great fuck – she had watched her. As they spoke, Sylvie brought up a concern with her husband. Probably nothing, but she thought she saw him eyeing up the two bar girls. Katie looked sympathetically at her. "Honey, I think you're right. I have surveillance cameras in the bar and I saw them follow your husband to his office." She really knew how to stir things. "Do you think they did anything?" Katie shook her head. "I didn't want to say anything, but the head barman said he heard noises coming from the office. I don't think he was telling them off." Sylvie stared at Katie, who continued. "If my man was having group sex without me, then I would be thinking of pay back." This jolted Sylvie, who was just as guilty, perhaps more so, then her husband. But she liked Katie and enjoyed listening to her. Perhaps Matt should be taught a lesson. "Come to my room, I want to show you something." They finished their wine and walked to the foyer. Katie hesitated for a second as the elevator doors opened but entered all the same. Putting the key in its slot, the elevator ascended without interruption to the top floor. Sylvie didn't notice her husbands' semen on the floor. Katie made a mental note to get that cleaned up immediately. Katie's room was identical her Sylvie and Matt's at first glance. It was spacious and clean with all the mod cons one would expect from a Five Star hotel. Katie opened the door to the adjoining room and Sylvie followed. It was dark inside and as Katie switched on the lights, Sylvie's mouth dropped. Most of the furniture had been removed except the king sized bed and a few drawers. Dominating the room, though, was a large rack which stretched from the floor to the ceiling. It was made of tubular chromed steel and tied to the centre was Dexter. It was the first time he had seen him naked of course, and she admired his muscular physique and a cock that matched the other three securities, only his was flaccid. "Dexter's been a naughty boy." Katie declared. "No shit." Sylvie muttered back. "Be here at eight o'clock sharp. I'll have Matt here at nine. We'll punish him with pleasure." And with that, Katie ushered Sylvie out and started making preparations. Matt was in the bar chatting with guests. He wondered where Braids and Scarface were but figured they were probably on the morning shift. Two other girls, equally delicious looking, were minding the bar and smiling happily as they served. He hadn't spoken to his wife since lunch but he knew that she had taken a nap and he saw her drinking wine with Sylvie. He knew Katie wouldn't say anything, she wasn't that stupid, but he did wonder if he had gone too far with his actions in the lift. He noticed Katie in the restaurant and excused himself from the guests. He was curious as where his wife was. The restaurant was full of diners and he could see that the food being served was first class. "Hi Katie." "Hi Matt, can I talk to you?" "Sure." They found a quiet spot where they wouldn't be overheard. "Matt, I'm sorry about before. You're the boss, as is Sylvie. I'm just the assistant manager and I will do anything that you ask me to." This was the last thing that he had expected. He thought that Katie would be furious, and here she was practically asking for forgiveness. "I'm sure we can enjoy a perfectly good business relationship," he smiled at her, "and if there's anything I can do then just let me know." "Actually Matt, there is one thing." Katie had that look in her eye. "What you did to my mouth in the elevator..." A pang of concern swept through him for a moment. "...I want you to do it to my pussy!" He could feel himself getting hard again. He wanted her pussy, he really did, and now she was offering it to him. He looked at his watch. Nearly nine. There were plenty of supervisors to manage the bar and Katie was probably still asleep. "Now?" "Right now!" He followed her once again to the lifts and within moments they were in her room. As he went through the adjoining door he suddenly felt strong arms wrapped around him and he was lifted off the floor. He tried to kick out but there was only air in front of him. His arms were gripped in bear hug and he couldn't move. A black cloth bag was put over his head and he was blinded. He felt something being placed around his ankle, then the other and with a couple of clicks his legs were secured to the ground. Likewise, cuffs were placed around his wrists and the powerful arms holding him push his hands in the air. He was helpless. Two more clicks. He was standing spreadeagled; unable to move, unable to see. He could hear movement in the room, some giggling and whispering. He didn't know who was there but it must have been more than two people. Katie pulled off his hood. He had a moment to get his bearings. He was fastening in the rack – his arms and legs spread wide and no way of escaping. Katie stood in front of him. Her business clothes gone, she was now wearing a black corset body suit, long black gloves, holdups and stilettos. She wore a black studded choker around her neck. Next to her stood a tall, muscular black man. He was naked except for a tiny thong which somehow managed to cover his huge cock. "You've been a bad boy, Matthew." Katie stated simply. She was holding a large pair of scissors. Matt began to panic as he thought of the damaged that a deranged and scorned woman could achieve in such a situation. She giggled and tore open his shirt. Buttons flew everywhere. She took his shirt sleeve and start cutting through the thin material until that half of his body was exposed. She cut the other sleeve and soon the tattered shirt was on the floor, his torso naked. She hadn't finished yet, though. In fact she had barely started. She undid his belt and pulled it off. Again, she snipped each trouser leg from the ankle up to the waist. "My fucking suit!" It was a stupid thing to say, but he couldn't think of anything else. "I didn't think you really gave a shit about spoiling uniforms." It was a curt response. His tattered trousers joined the shirt and belt in the corner, as did his shoes and socks. He was now strapped butt naked to the rack. Matt was furious, but he hadn't finished yet. He raised his voice. "I'm going to shout this place down until the police get here..." He wasn't expecting a ball to be shoved into his mouth and strapped in place around the back of his head. "That's better," said Katie, "but I think we need a few extras." She dropped to her knees and took him limp penis in her hand. Matt looked down, unsure of what she was doing. She was wrapping something around it, another strap of some sort. He felt something wrap around his balls, separating them from the rest of his groin, then a tight strap and his prick. She finished her handiwork and stood back to admire it. "An Arab Strap," she announced proudly. "If you get an erection then I guarantee you will keep it as long as this little baby is in place. And you won't be able to cum either, not until it's released. "Now, where are the two naughty girls?" Matt didn't notice Braids and Scarface sitting naked on the bed, watching and giggling. He felt his cock twitch but tried to put all thoughts out of his head. He would be fine unless he got an erection. "Girls, bend over!"She commanded. Obediently they bent over the bed, their butts facing Matt. Katie took something from the drawer, dipped it in a glass if fluid and approached Braids. Matt realised what it was – a butt plug with a long stream of leather straps flowing from one end. Without spoiling her gloves, Katie gently pushed it against her arsehole, twisting it as it penetrated her. She yelped with the mild pain, and soon it was embedded inside her. It looked like a horses tail sticking out from her. Scarface got the same treatment from Katie with an identical plug and the girls giggled and played with each other, gently tugging on the leather but not allowing the plugs to be removed. As if from nowhere, a projector lit up the opposite wall, and footage of Matt in his office with the girls was displayed. He was forced to relive the scene. It started as the two girls kissed and then undressed each other. "You remember my barmaids, don't you?" Matt nodded as the two gorgeous black girls approached him. One held a bottle of baby oil and gently squirted it over his chest. They started rubbing oil into his body, using their hands, breasts and legs until he was shiny all over. Scarface paid special attention to rubbing plenty of oil into his cock while Braids rubbed oil over his back and arse, gently fingering his anus as she did so. Despite his efforts, blood surged into his dick giving him the biggest hard-on that he could remember. Blood could only go in – the straps wouldn't let it go out, so his cock became bigger and bigger until it was a good match for any black except, perhaps, Dexter. Katie was in front of his again. She held Sylvie's love eggs in her hands. "You remember these?" she teased, "They can be inserted vaginally or anally. Guess what?" Matt suddenly thought of Sylvie. Where was she? The two girls took the eggs and coated them in oil. With his legs spread wide he had no choice but to allow them to be inserted. They went in easily, one by one, and he could feel them move up his rectum. "One more thing." Sylvie held the associated bracelet and flicked it on. She was too far away for anything to happen, but as she dropped it onto his cock the vibrations rushed through his body. Another half inch added to his penis and he closed his eyes. He couldn't decide if this was pleasure or pain. It was both. The girls continue to tease him; one in front rubbing oil into his cock and the behind him, fingering his arse. This, along with the vibrations deep inside him, were driving him crazy. He wanted to cum but he couldn't. Just as he thought Katie had reached the limit, she had one more surprise for him. In came his wife, dressed up in beautiful white lingerie. She was dressed almost exactly like Katie, except everything was white and her choker was made of tiny crystals and sparkled. Her long blonde hair was perfectly set and she wore a diamond tiara. He had never seen his wife look so good. Katie kissed her. It was a long passionate kiss, tongues poking into each other's mouths, biting each other's lips and looking lovingly into each other's eyes. Matt had known than his wife had had lesbian affairs before, but he thought that was all in the past. But here they were kissing as only lovers do. Behind them the footage was coming to a close. Matt had cum and the girls were sharing his jism. Then it changed to a scene in the gym. His wife was with four large black men, three of them dressed in just their underpants. In real time, his wife continued to kiss Katie, their hands were now wondering over each other's bodies but it was clear that Katie was taking the lead. Meanwhile, the imagery on the wall showed Sylvie in midair, her legs wrapped around one man's head and his face deep her pussy, whilst her mouth was being shoved full of cock and another man sucked on her tits. The humiliation was unbearable, but despite this, his own cock was at bursting point and Braids now had three fingers up his arse. Katie pulled down Sylvie's corset, revealing her breasts. She took one in her mouth as Sylvie sighed with pleasure. She pulled down her G-String and gently rubbed her fingers over Sylvie's pussy. She pushed Sylvie onto the bed, her face between Sylvie's legs, her tongue now on her clit as she gently pushed her fingers deep into Sylvie's cunt. Hotel Africa Sylvie groaned with pleasure. She could never get enough sex, whoever was giving to her. It wasn't long before she started bucking her hips, crying out loudly as she climaxed. Not once did she look at her husband. She moved up the bed Katie climbed on top of her. At some point Katie had also removed her G-String and now she positioned herself over Sylvie's face. Sylvie didn't hesitate and drove her head up into Katie's cunt; licking, sucking, kissing and driving Katie wild. Katie orgasmed almost immediately and as she climbed off he licked her love juice off Sylvie's face. To his relief, Braids now removed her fingers from Matt's butt, but the relief was short lived. He felt something else edging closer, pushing in. He had no choice but to concede as he felt something new enter him. It was huge. It was Dexter. Dexter's oiled cock went in smoothly and deeply, he could actually feel him touching the love eggs, buried somewhere deep inside. The feeling wasn't unpleasant even though this was his first time to be taken up the arse. There were areas inside him that were being stimulated and he found himself begging to be allowed to cum. Of course he had no way of communicating and instead had to submit to this new world of erotica; his arse getting fucked by a man, two girls playing with his cock, his wife and Katie getting it on in front of him and a video of Sylvie being gang fucked just a few hours ago. Katie knew that she could only leave Matt in the Arab Strap for half an hour before damage would be caused, and that wasn't her intention. She signalled Sylvie, who now approached her husband, looking him straight in the eye. Braids and Scarface vanished. Sylvie crouched in front of Matt and in one swift move she unclipped the strap. It fell off him instantly. At the same time Dexter pulled out. Sylvie took a grip of his cock and he came like he'd never come before. His orgasm welled from deep inside an area who had never known about, and it rushed through his body so hard that he bucked as if he was being electrocuted. Sylvie held fast to his cock and as he came she caught it all in her mouth. With every ejaculation came another orgasm, each as intense as the first, and this went on for twenty seconds. He finally was able to relax as his wife stood in front him. Dexter removed the ball gag. Sylvie kissed her husband, transferring his own cum into his mouth. After all that he had gone through it seemed a very minor thing. They kissed more, this time with the true passion that man and wife feel for each other. Dexter released his ankles and his wrists and Matt practically fell onto his wife, who helped him onto the bed. Matt slept straight for the next ten hours. Dexter and the girls returned to work. Matt woke up in his own bed late the next morning, his wife next to him. "Sylvie, I'm not sure this job is for us after all." Kissing him gently, his wife agreed. She had already booked their return tickets.