11 comments/ 119285 views/ 43 favorites The Hotel Room By: TheTalkMan (This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.) * Victoria was Dan's new boss. Dan's company had brought her in to sort things out. She had been transferred in from one of the company's other branches. Dan had applied for the job, having been with the company for six years. He knew everyone in this branch, and they all thought he would be a great fit, except the bosses, apparently. It became clear once Victoria started why he was passed over for the job. Victoria was an aggressive, no-holds-barred, businesswoman. She was totally corporate in every way, and a company girl, both are things the higher ups love. It didn't hurt that she was very good looking also. She had a gorgeous face, and even though she always wore bulky, professional clothing, you could tell she had a great body. Her attractiveness was counterbalanced by her bad attitude. She was, quite simply, a stone-cold bitch. She was the type of person who you could not imagine letting loose. You could not envision her in a non-workplace setting. Dan doubted she had made a single friend since she started here. As the economy went into the tank, job losses were inevitable. Dan got the impression that Victoria took great pleasure in firing people. A lot of people were worried that they were losing their jobs, including Dan's wife, Jane. She was two years younger than him at 25. Dan and Jane had met through this company. She worked in HR, while he was a step or so down from the bosses, so she was clearly more expendable. Dan assured her it would be okay, that they wouldn't dare fire her since they all knew he was her husband. Layoffs had begun almost as soon as Victoria came on board. Dan wondered if they brought her in specifically to do the firing, or if this was her own doing. Since Dan was one of the more popular people on staff, he was saddened as many of his friends lost their jobs. It made his dislike for Victoria grow. First, she had taken his job, and then she proceeded to fire a bunch of his friends. They had only interacted a few times, and she was cordial to him, not particular friendly, but polite. He responded in kind to her. That all changed when he found out that Victoria had called Jane into his office. A sense of dread filled him when Jane told him about this. She had called him the second she found out to see if he had heard anything. He hadn't, so he was very worried when he saw his wife walk into Victoria's office. Victoria's secretary let her in, and a worried Jane entered Victoria's office. Jane saw Victoria sitting behind her desk, reading some files. She didn't even look up as she indicated for Jane to sit down. Jane sat for a few moments in silence before Victoria finally looked up at her. "Jane, I was brought into this branch to clean things up. If I had to describe how things were run here in one word, it would be sloppy. I feel as if you guys have made a lot of poor hires, and based most of your choices for promotions on a basis of friendship. This to me is unacceptable. I put a lot of that on you." Victoria said. "I'm not the one making the decisions on hires or promotions." Jane responded. "Then what do you do exactly? Because quite honestly, looking at your resume, you were unqualified at the time of your hire, and your work has been mediocre since being hired." Victoria replied. "Uh, I do mainly administrative work. Clerical work. And I don't think my work has been mediocre." Jane defended. "Well I do. The work you do is work anyone that knows how to read can do. The only reason no one says anything is because your hubby is one of the higher ups here. That is not an issue to me. You are the epitome of what is wrong here. A hire based on the fact that you knew someone here, not that you were qualified. Everyone knows you are terrible at what you do, but you're still here, so they figure, I don't have to work hard. They think if she still has her job, being as terrible as she is, then they can get away with a little less work. Everyone knows that. So tell me, Jane, why should I keep you here?" Victoria asked. Jane was taken aback "That's ridiculous! Uh, I've always felt I've done good work. I'm dedicated to what I do. I know how things work around here. Everyone around here likes me. I think it would leave a big hole if I wasn't here." Jane stammered out. "Quite frankly, I could put all you duties on one other person and it would add maybe an hour of work a day." Victoria replied. "That's not true. I do a lot of work!" Jane said. Victoria looked at her like a slow child and smiled. "Jane, you're fired. Have your things out of your desk by the end of the day." Victoria said in a brutally uninterested tone. Jane couldn't control herself and put her head in hands and started to sob. Victoria rolled her eyes at this. "Jane, please leave my office. I have work to do." Victoria said coldly. Jane stood up and walked out, her hand shielding her tears from the view of others. Dan saw his wife rush through the office, shielding her eyes. He quickly got up and ran after her. He caught up to her in an empty hallway. He grabbed her arm and turned her around. "What happened?" Dan asked, worried. He saw her tears and smeared makeup. "She fired me. That bitch fired me!" Jane said before crying some more. "What? Why?" he asked. "She said that my work was bad. She said that I was useless. She pretty much called me an idiot." she sobbed. Dan pulled her into a hug. His anger was boiling. He could justify some of Victoria's actions. Maybe this place could be run a little better. Maybe they needed to trim the fat, so to speak. But, to not only fire his wife, who was a great worker, and very popular, but to berate and humiliate her while doing it? That was over the line. He was seeing red. "It'll be okay, Janey. I'll go talk to her. It'll be okay." he said, itching for revenge. "Stay here." he added, seeing that she had calmed down a little. He turned and started to walk towards Victoria's office. Dan would not stand for this. Quite frankly, he had enough with this company. He had put in six years of hard work. He had done all the right things. Worked from the bottom, put in overtime, made friends with all the right people. What did get for all that hard work? He got passed over for a big promotion as they brought in an outside hire. A cold-hearted, ruthless bitch who nobody liked. And that bitch was firing all his friends, all great workers. Then, she fired his wife. That was the last straw. Dan had signed into a contract a few years ago, all but assured he would be given the promotion when the time came. Well, that time came and went. But unfortunately, this contract locked him in. He couldn't quit unless certain criteria were met, and unfortunately none had been. He was legally unable to quit. But he could get fired. He was not gonna stay and work for the same company that so viciously fired his wife. He had enough contacts where he was confident he could find another job easily. He was gonna do what he's wanted to do to Victoria for months. He was going to rip into her until she had no choice but to fire him. He walked right past the secretary and burst into her office. Victoria looked up with an amused smirk. "What the hell is your problem?" he yelled at her. "What's wrong, Dan?" she asked naively. "You know what's wrong! You fired my wife! You humiliated her!" Dan replied. "Oh, that? I thought you'd understand." she said. "What?" he yelled at her. "C'mon, you know and I know she is terrible. The only reason she was kept around was because she is married to you. Everyone around here knows it." she replied calmly as she stood and walked in front of the desk. "Quit lying! Everyone here loves her! She's a great worker! You would know that if you were actually friends with anyone here. You would know that if anyone here liked you!" he replied. "Oh, that's ridiculous. The higher-ups all like me. I think you like me." she said with a calm smile. "What gives you that impression? Right now, I fucking hate you. Go fuck yourself!" he yelled at her. "No need to be rude, Dan. You might not like me right now, but I think you will grow to respect me. To like me. To be my friend. To be, maybe, something more." she replied, walking towards him. Dan was stunned. "What the hell? Are you hitting on me?" he asked. Her face went cold again. "Of course not, Dan. All I am saying is that we could be really close, like best friends." she said. "Go fuck yourself!" he told her. She looked down to the ground and then back to him. "I know what you're trying to do, Daniel. I know you're trying to insult me, say horrible things trying to get yourself fired. What a show of faith you're putting up for your precious wife. But I'm smarter than that. I'm not firing you." Victoria replied. Dan was shocked that she had him figured out like that. "Oh, you fucking bitch. Why are you doing this?" Dan replied. "You're emotional right now. Your immediate response is anger. Revenge. When you're thinking clearly, you'll agree with what I did. You'll take my side." she replied. "Not fucking likely." he replied. She smirked and started to walk around him. "I'll make you a deal. I'll give you two months. If you work here two more months, and work with me a bit more closely, I think you'll come around to my way of thinking. If you do, we can do some really good work together. If you don't, if you still feel the same way after two months, I'll fire you and give you a glowing letter of recommendation." Victoria said. "I'm not going to change what I think. So, just fire me now. Get it over with." Dan replied to her. "No. Unless you want to work here for the rest of the time of your contract under me, the woman who humiliated and fired your wife, then I suggest you take the deal." she countered. Dan considered this, and finally relented. "Fine!" he hissed, before turning around and leaving the office, slamming the door. Victoria smiled behind him. Dan explained that he tried to quit to his wife as they drove home. He left out some of the details, but simply said that that Victoria would allow him to leave after two more months of work. Jane just called her a bitch for not letting him leave now. They were both angry for the rest of the day. Jane spent most of the evening venting about Victoria. She vowed to get an even better job than the one she had. It was with great frustration that Dan returned to work on Monday. Victoria was adamant that Dan would work alongside her for the next two months. She brought some of his things into her office onto a small desk so he could work under her direct supervision while she worked. He felt like a student forced to sit next to the teacher's desk. This was the first time he got to really see Victoria at work. And did this change his feelings about her? Absolutely not. If anything, he disliked her more. She was aggressive to the point of being rude to customers. She was terribly mean to her workers. She treated her secretary like a slave. She was bitchy to everyone, and she talked about people behind their backs. Dan concluded that she was one of the worst people he had ever met. He doubted she had any real friends. It's doubtful that any man would put up with her. There was no chance he would ever see eye to eye with her on anything. He would just have to kill time during these two months alongside her. Dan hated to admit it, but she was effective at what she does. He was sure most people were not used to such an aggressive woman. She was like a freight train, bludgeoning others until they gave into her. Dan was amazed by this, but was a little let down by others who were so easily defeated. She was the type of woman that had never had anyone stand up to her. And when Dan tried to, she was so convinced that she could break him that she forced him to work alongside her. As if seeing her at work would convince him of anything other than the fact that she was a Grade-A bitch. Dan did discover one thing about her that he had not noticed before. She had massive breasts. He could not believe he hadn't noticed this before. She generally wore professional clothing, bulky enough to hide what she was carrying. Ever since Dan started having to work alongside her, she had started wearing more flattering clothing. Clothing that showed off her most bountiful assets. Dan had to laugh at himself when he noticed this change in her. She thought that showing off her massive breasts in tight clothing would make him look past the bad aspects of her character? She thought that unbuttoning a few buttons on her tight, form-fitting blouse, revealing her massive, creamy, cavernous cleavage would make him forget she fired his wife? Would the fact that he could clearly tell the days she didn't wear a bra due to the sight of her perfect, suckable nipples through her white blouse change the fact that she fired all of his friends? So what if Dan was a breast man? That didn't change things. So what if he could tell that she had 44 EE's just by the sight of them under her blouse? And just because he was a breast man didn't mean he hadn't noticed that despite her stone cold demeanor, she was spectacularly gorgeous? Did she think that he had actually appreciated her beautiful face, pouty lips, perfect tan, and her shiny brunette hair? And just because he was a breast man doesn't mean he didn't notice her full, round, perfectly ripe ass in the tight pants she liked to wear. And just because he was a breast man doesn't mean he didn't notice her preference for various colored thongs, which often rode above the waistline of her tight pants. Did she actually think any of these things actually affected him? Was this her plan? To start to display her body's best assets? Did she actually think that would change his mind? Did she think that a few glimpses at her admittedly hot body would make up for her horrible attitude? Her attitude had not changed one iota. If anything, she was even bitchier than he had originally thought. He didn't know how a woman could grow to be as angry and unlikable as her. She was only a year older than he was at 28. It's not like she had years upon years of bitterness. Jane and him, and most of the people he knew were generally pretty happy people. But not her. He could meet the best looking woman in the world and he wouldn't want to even know her if she behaved like Victoria did. Her attitude towards Dan did not change at all either. She was still standoffish and bitchy. She talked down to him and ran him ragged around work. If her goal was to make him resent her more, she was succeeding. Dan reflected on the totality of her plan: act bitchier, make him work harder, but wear tighter, slightly more revealing clothing. If that was her plan to make them "close," to make them "best friends," she was failing big time. Dan laughed at her laughably misguided, pathetic plan. He was just going to kill these two months of work, then get out of here and get a better job. If he got a few glimpses at some tender looking cleavage during the meantime, then so be it. It would make the two month wait a little easier. So this was Dan's life at the moment. Having to work under his tyrannical cunt of a boss and then coming home to his lovely wife Jane. She had been working at their branch for about three months before they had met. They had been introduced through mutual friends. If Dan's friends could describe him in a word, they would call him a jokester. Even though he was very handsome and well-built, the first thing they noticed about him was his sense of humor and good nature. He was quick witted and charming, without being mean. He was always the life of the party. It was for this reason why he was introduced to Jane. She could match him joke-wise, tit for tat. They could go back and forth, making each other laugh until they knew exactly what the other was thinking. Dan liked her immediately. Most of his experience had been with girls who were nice, pretty, and friendly, but not too smart. That's not to say they were dumb, but they were not the type of girls that could match his wit. But Jane, she could do that. It was after they got to talking that night that Dan knew she was the one. It didn't hurt that she was very pretty. She was one of those girls that wouldn't jump out at you as crazy beautiful, but she got prettier and prettier the more you knew her. She had shoulder-length brunette hair. She was a few inches shorter than Dan, and had a good tan and nice smooth legs. Her butt was small but perky. Unfortunately, her boobs were a-cups. He had always loved playing with large boobs. Just the feeling of absolute softness in his hands. He could not get enough of them. He would squeeze them over and over again. As a breast man, Dan would have of course preferred her to have a bigger set, but her wit and personality made her a keeper. Dan had dated girls with bigger boobs, and Dan came to realize that was all they had. Girls with bigger boobs based their entire seduction techniques on flaunting their boobs like crazy, just throwing them out there. When Dan was young, that was sometimes enough, but as he got older, he needed more. He needed a girl with a wit and sense of humor, and at least moderately pretty. He would more than admit he was a little shallow in the sense that he wanted to be with a woman he was attracted to. He wanted to be someone who was pretty. No one could really blame him for that. He wanted a funny, attractive woman. He would take that over a set of big boobs any day. And Jane exceeded all his expectations. She was, in his opinion, funnier than him, and wittier than him. She wasn't just pretty. She was, in his view, beautiful. Once they met, they were inseparable. They would meet for lunch at work, and soon they were meeting outside of work, and before they knew it, they were seeing each other every day. There was no official start to them dating, it just evolved naturally. They both knew they were meant to be together, and it came as no surprise to anyone that after six months of dating, he proposed. She, of course, accepted. Neither could wait to be married, so it was only a few months later that they married each other in a beautiful ceremony. They were on cloud nine for almost the next year. Their marriage was going great, work was going great, they had great friends, and they had a nice house. Their personal life was stronger than ever. The passion was still there, almost stronger than ever. Their great interplay was still there. Their sex life was strong. Their sex was fun. They would give each other some gentle trash talk as they made love, nothing too bad, just gentle teasing. Neither of them could do anything without the other teasing them in some way, and that translated into the bedroom. This added some spice and fun to their sex life, keeping it fresh. So, everything was going great, until the economy went into the tank. It was hard to have fun when your livelihood was at stake. Fearing for their jobs had added a lot of stress into their lives. They felt relatively secure with their previous boss. He was a good man and a supporter of both Dan and Jane. But their branch of the company started to lose money, and it was inevitable that corporate would do something about it. Soon enough, their boss was out, and Victoria was in. From that point on, work was hell. As she began to fire people en masse, everyone feared for their jobs. No one was having fun. No one knew where their future was gonna be. Both Dan and Jane became extremely stressed out, and their personal life was reflecting that. They didn't go home and joke around anymore. They went home and bitched about Victoria. They talked about their friends who were now jobless. They talked to their jobless friends, supporting them. They met with their friends, keeping their spirits up. Their company was the biggest in the city. If this branch crumbled, this city would struggle. The city needed this company to succeed. Now, thanks to corporate, and their incredibly poor decision to put Victoria in charge, this branch was being run into the ground. Mass firings were not necessary. With a little hard work, and some loyalty to the people who got them to where they are now, they would be okay. Victoria probably didn't care. She would be fine. Corporate would send her somewhere else and she would keep working. She had nothing to lose by letting this branch fail. Dan had some friends in corporate, and he pleaded his case to them about her, but they fell on deaf ears. Victoria was there to stay. The Hotel Room As their professional life suffered, so did their personal life. It was hard to have fun when their professional lives were in ruins. They were too stressed to really enjoy the sex they had. Overall, it was a dark time for them. Dan hoped to find a way out. He hoped to find a way to emerge from this situation better off than he was before. He was hoping that he had enough experience and contacts to find a good job once he is out of his current job. He didn't know where, but he hoped to stay relatively local, where his friends were. Jane was suffering more than he was. As a younger woman with less experience than him, she would have more trouble finding steady employment. She had no real contacts, plus she had trouble getting a reference. No doubt the people still employed at the branch were too afraid of doing anything that would upset Victoria. She wouldn't want them wasting time doing work for people that no longer worked for them. Jane was trying hard to find a new job, but she was coming up unsuccessful. It started to get to her. She was getting down on herself. It broke Dan's heart to see her beautiful spirit just broken down by the pressures of the world. Everything was going great until Victoria came into their lives, and tore apart their professional lives, which was hurting their personal lives. Dan hated Victoria for breaking down Jane so badly. So, this was Dan's life. Having to work under a witch all day before coming home to his wife, who, unfortunately, never had good news. It was failure after failure. No job success. No good news. They were both down. Dan was about two weeks away from being done with his job when Jane came to revolution. She hated what she was at this point. She hated how sad she had become. She hated how down she had been. She vowed to change that. She knew Dan was really down, for many reasons. Down because of sympathy for her. Down because he hated his boss. Down because his friends were being fired. Down because their sex life was in the tank because of the stress. She couldn't do a lot about most of that. But she could do something about the sex. Admittedly, their lack of sex life was her fault. It was hard to get in the mood when so many things were going wrong. But that was going to change. She would cook up something special for Dan for being so supportive. Both her and Dan loved sex. They had a very active sex life. They had fun having sex with each other. She was never as in love with him as she was when they had sex. It was truly making love with them. He was as caring as she needed him to be. It never got rough, because that's not what it was about with them. It was about love. So Jane came up with her plan. They needed to get away from their problems, and express their love again. They needed to get away from their problems, so they could make stress-free love like they used to. It is what they both needed. Jane decided to schedule a romantic getaway for the two. She would get a hotel room in the city, about an hour away. They could go to a nice hotel, away from home, away from their problems, and make love. As soon as she thought this up, she knew it had to happen. She called some hotels in the city, and she found a good one, in a high rise. It was supposed to be the best in the city. It was a little expensive, but it would be worth it. They would spend the weekend in the city, and rekindle the fires in their marriage. It would be perfect. She told Dan of her plans, and he was very supportive of it. She was going to research it some more before scheduling a date for it. Dan was at work when he received an e-mail from his wife. She scheduled their romantic weekend to start the night after Dan's last day. What better way to celebrate finally escaping the clutches of Victoria and his now horrible job than to truly get away from it all. Dan loved this idea, and it became the light at the end of the tunnel for him. He was greatly looking forward to it. As Dan got closer to his last day, Victoria got worse and worse. She was still treating him terribly and working him ragged. Dan kept waiting for her to drop the hammer and reveal the last part of her plan, something that would justify her behavior. But it seemed like nothing was coming. Nothing changed. Is she arrogant enough to believe that this bitchy attitude was going to win him over? Yeah, she was successful. Did she think he would respect that? Did she think it would somehow make him look past her bad qualities if he saw she was successful? Her success invalidated the horrible things she does? That must be it. That must be her plan. To show him her style of work, in hopes that he would understand that her bitchy attitude helps made her successful. She must be hoping that he would understand her actions, and in some way sympathize with her. That she has to make the tough decisions, but because she does, she was successful. Dan could not get over this ridiculous plan. She was truly an egomaniac if she thought he would see her side of the situation. At least Dan now understood her plan. The only thing he didn't understand: why was she wearing the tight clothes? Dan was getting more and more excited for this romantic weekend. Jane kept herself busy with the job hunt, unfortunately unsuccessful though. Dan could not wait for this weekend for many reasons. He could not wait to be done with Victoria. He could not wait to have a stress free weekend. And to be honest, he could not wait for the sex. He had not had sex with Jane since she had gotten fired, and quite frankly, he was horny as hell. He needed to get rid of all the pressure he was feeling. He could not hide his happiness from Victoria at work as the end approached. She could do nothing to spoil his mood. She was treating him shittier and shittier, and it did not get him down. He entered his last week in a great mood. The summer heat was sweltering at this point, so at least Victoria had reason to wear more revealing clothing. She would wear short sleeved blouses that would expose her smooth, firm arms. She would wear knee length skirts that would expose her firm legs in high heels. Her blouses would be unbuttoned to keep her cleavage exposed. Dan wasn't complaining. Luckily for him, work slowed down greatly his last week. As he entered his last day, Victoria struggled to find things for him to do. This allowed him to plan out his weekend by chatting online with Jane, while Victoria kept herself busy. Jane was heading into the city early in the afternoon to get things settled, and Dan would meet her after leaving work. Knowing Victoria, she would keep him there as long as possible, so he would reach the city in the evening. The slow work day allowed Dan to try to understand the creature known as Victoria a little better. Despite all of her flaws, she was fascinating. Despite her attractiveness physically, she was an ice princess. Was she just so spoiled, so use to attention, that she drove others away? That must be it. But the thing that really intrigued Dan was her personal life. He could not help but wonder what she did in her free time. What did she do to let loose? Did she have any friends outside of work? Dan, feeling no fear, knowing there was nothing she could do to him, decided what the hell, why not ask? He turned to her and noticed she was looking at her computer, not looking very busy. "So, Victoria, what do you do for fun when you're not at work?" Dan asked. She looked over at him lazily. "What do you care? You asking me out?" She replied coldly. Dan smiled mockingly then replied. "No, I'm just curious. When you're here, you're work, work, work. I'm just trying to imagine what you do for fun?" he asked. Victoria considered this for a second. "You're not ready to find out what I do for fun." she replied, continuing to type. "What do you mean by that?" he replied curiously. "Let's just say, I like to party." she started, looking Dan in the eyes, choosing her words carefully. "I can party all night. I party hard. Most people can't handle the way I party." she added, seeming like she wasn't talking about partying at all. The way she explained it sounded like she was talking about something else entirely. "What kind of partying do you do?" Dan asked. "The way I party is impossible to describe. When someone parties with me, they can't party with anyone else anymore. Partying with me is all they can think about. They become addicted to it." she replied. Dan was silenced by the passion she spoke with. They worked quietly until she spoke to him. "So, Dan, do you have big plans to celebrate leaving here?" she asked. "Yeah, me and Jane are getting a hotel in the city. Have a nice weekend together." Dan replied. "What hotel?" she asked. "Uh, the Grand." he replied, curious as to why she was asking. "What a coincidence. I'm getting a room there myself this weekend." she replied. "Really, why?" he asked. "I plan to party." she said simply, continuing to work. David was a little disappointed. He could not escape this bitch's web. She would be at the same hotel him and his wife would be staying at. Jane would not be happy to hear this. She doesn't want to be in the same county as this bitch, let alone the same hotel. Dan started to think the worst about this. "Did you know I would be staying at that hotel? Did you know me and my wife would be there this weekend?" Dan asked, wondering if she was spying on his chats on his computer. "Yes." she replied, uninterested in what he was saying. "Why would you do that?" he asked. "I have plans." she replied simply. "What plans?" Dan asked. "None of your fucking business." she responded. "Did you get a room there because you knew we would be there?" he asked. She smirked evilly as she looked at her computer screen. "Dan, we're getting close to the end of the day. I suppose I'll let you go and meet wifey." she said, starting to pack up her things. "Answer the question." Dan said sternly. She stood up and looked at him. He stood up as well. "Dan, I'm not quite convinced you want to leave this company. I'm giving you time to change your mind." she answered. Dan was incredulous and he laughed. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" Dan replied. "No, I'm thinking quite clearly, thank you. Dan, you're fired, okay. That's what you wanted, so there you go. But, I want you to think it over. When you're driving to the city, I want you to think it over real hard. If by the time you get to the hotel, you change your mind, you can come find me, and I'm sure I can find a spot for you here." she offered. "Ha, well, I can already tell you no. There's no fucking chance I will ever come back and work for a bitch like you." Dan replied, getting close to her. "What makes you think there's any part of me that wants to stay?" he added. "I think there's a big part of you that wants to stay." she responded. "What makes you think that?" he yelled out. "I think you want to find out how I party. You said it yourself. You couldn't stop asking me about it." she replied. Dan was taken aback. "I was making conversation you crazy bitch! I don't give a shit about what you do!" he replied. She smiled and nodded. "Okay, fair enough. I was wrong. But if I'm not, if you want to find out what I really do with my free time, come up to room 1650. You'll be a changed man." she replied. She walked back towards her desk and bent over to grab her briefcase. Her purple thong rode up above her skirt. She straightened up, smiled, and started to walk past Dan. He discreetly noticed she was having one of her braless days, as her breasts were bouncing as she walked. Dan watched her walk away and noticed her ass sashaying side to side. Then it hit him. 'Holy shit! Is she hitting on me?' he asked himself. He went over what she had said, and came to a single conclusion: 'She is trying to convince me to have sex with her.' It all fell into place for him. The tight clothes, the displaying of her best assets. He realized that she wasn't really talking about partying. She was talking about sex. She was talking about fucking. Holy shit! She had basically told him that her main hobby was fucking. Dan was in a buzz as he packed his things up from his office, and went home to grab his luggage for the drive. He could not get what Victoria said out of his mind. He could not believe that that was her plan. To seduce him. She wanted him to go to her hotel room tonight. It was all Dan could think about as he drove towards the city. The more he thought about it, he realized how ridiculous her plan was. If she was trying to seduce him, she did a piss poor job of it. She was the most cold, evil, vile woman he had ever met. That had not changed at all. If anything, she had gotten worse. The only thing she did that even gave him any indication she was trying to seduce him was her choice of wardrobe. Her only manner of seducing him was to show off her body. She wore tight, low cut blouses to show off her awesome rack. She wore tight pants to display her magnificent ass. It was generally clear what type of underwear she was wearing at all times. But that's it. That's all she did. Was she so naïve to think that he would cheat on his wife simply because she had a better body? How idiotic must she be to think that? To think that simply having a better body means more than the love and companionship that marriage brings. She must be pretty confident in her body to even try it. She would have to be. And to her credit, her body was amazing. If her goal was to make him notice it, she had succeeded. How can she think that a man would cheat simply because some other woman had a better body? He tried to imagine a scenario where this could actually happen. A man setting aside all the love he had for his wife to be with a woman who was more attractive. This woman would have to be spectacularly gorgeous to even consider it. She probably wouldn't have just slightly bigger breasts. She would probably have to have incredibly massive breasts. Breasts so soft and firm that no man could resist. Nipples so chewy and suckable that you couldn't stay away. Her ass would have to be rounder and firmer than whatever the wife had to offer. An ass so good a man couldn't keep his hands off of it. The body shouldn't be enough to make a man cheat. It would have to be a body along with other things. The only way a man might cheat on his wife with a woman with a better body would be if he was assured this woman was amazing in bed. Not just amazing in bed. Unbelievable at sex. An absolutely life-changing fuck. Dan couldn't help but imagine Victoria as this woman. He would have to admit her body was much better than his wife's in nearly every way it would have to be to make a man cheat. He tied to imagine how she would fuck. Based on how she acted, how she behaved, he just knew she would be an angry fuck. A mean fuck. It would never be love making with her. It would be dirty, nasty, mean, rough sex. It would be dark, messed up stuff. He thought back to her words earlier. She liked to 'party.' She could 'party' all night. Most couldn't handle the way she 'parties.' She was talking about fucking. Her main hobby was to fuck. She could fuck all night. Most could't handle the way she fucks. She said if he came to her room, he would be a changed man. He would be addicted. So, she was clearly very confident in how she fucked. Dan started to imagine her fucking, and despite his good nature, it got him hard. Just imagining her massive bare tits bouncing before his eyes. She was not the type of person to just sit there and take it. She would ride his dick hard. Her firm ass would jiggle as she fucked. Plus, there was no way Dan could think about her pussy and not imagine it being tight. Just based on her attitude and her perfect body, he just knew it would be impossibly tight. Her pussy would probably have a landing strip, or maybe no hair at all. Dan just knew she would do everything. She would suck dick, and she would no doubt swallow. She would do anal. Just the thought of burying his hard dick up an ass like hers made his cock throb. His wife would never do anal. Anal was a thing that sluts did. His wife was not a slut. With her, it was fun love making, where they can gently tease each other as they go. He could only imagine what the sex with Victoria was like. There would be no funny teasing, no gentle love making. With her, it would be rough. She would probably destroy his dick. There would be no gentle teasing. It would be dirty talk. Trash talk. Real fucking sex talk. He already knew she had a dirty mouth. Just the thought of all the nasty things she would say while she fucked. Dan was sure she would be capable of saying terrible things when fucking a man. Dan realized she was more than just a slut. If she was a slut, she would have made her intentions clear. She would put it all out there, leaving no doubt in what she wanted. But that would come off as desperate. Victoria was not desperate at all. She was confident. She thought that all it took to make a man do whatever she said was to show off her cleavage and wear tighter clothes. She figured that just a little tease of what she had under her clothes would be enough to drive a man nuts. To drive a man insane trying to find out what she had to offer. She figured her incredible sex appeal would drive out any concerns about her bad attitude. Then he realized he may be wrong on that. Her attitude added to her sex appeal. There was something about a gorgeous woman with a terrible attitude. A woman so hot, but so mean. She may be hell to deal with, but to redirect all that anger, all that meanness, all that bitchiness into the bedroom, into pleasuring a man. Mean girls have something about them to be able to get laid. There was no doubt that she would be an unstoppable force in the bedroom. She was more than a slut. She was evil. An evil seductress. A sexy, hot-bodied seductress. Victoria seemed pretty confident that he would show up at her hotel room. Did she think she had him hooked on her hot body? Did she notice whenever his eyes would drift into the valley of her cleavage, wondering what delights were within? Did she notice when he would stare at her hard nipples through her see-through blouses, wishing they were in his mouth? Did she notice his eyes following her bouncing ass, hoping to someday see it bare? Did she notice him peeking at her lower back to see what color thong she was wearing? Of course not. He was always discreet. But maybe she didn't have to see it to know he had noticed. Maybe she was so confident in her overwhelming appeal that she knew it would be impossible not to notice. Maybe that's it. Dan tried to get Victoria out of his mind, but he just couldn't do it. He tried to think about his wife, his lovely pretty wife. He thought about all the fun they had together. The love they had shared. The great times they had. But the last few months had been tough on them. He was disappointed to see how defeated she had become. She had been so stressed out she had stopped making herself up. They had not been having sex. Does she not know what that is like for a man? She must feel bad, because that's why she set up this getaway. For him. For both of them. She obviously felt bad. But if she hadn't done this, if she hadn't become so withdrawn to deny sex, maybe Dan's eyes wouldn't have drifted away. Drifted towards Victoria, and her hot fucking body. If Jane hadn't denied him sex, maybe Dan would never have become attracted to his absolute cunt of a boss. Dan shook his head to clear these thoughts. He was married. You don't just cheat on your wife for better sex. For fantastic sex. For life-changing sex. Jane had years of love and marriage built up. She had been an absolutely lovely wife. He had only known Victoria for a few months. And all she had done was shown him her cleavage. How could that possibly be enough to make a man cheat? Dan thought for a minute that maybe he was reading way too far into this, but in his heart of hearts, he knew he wasn't. He just knew she would be fantastic in bed. He just knew it. The Hotel Room Dan thought for a moment about his choice. He could go his wife's room, rekindle their love life, and resume the cute little lovemaking they had always had. But would he be able to enjoy it? A mere glimpse at Victoria's sexual nature had changed things. Would he be able to go back after truly understanding the kind of sexual creature Victoria was? After truly understanding the kind of rough sex that Victoria could offer, would he be satisfied with anything less? He knew he would never get that from Jane. She was too sweet and good hearted. Only a mean, evil, bitch was capable of the rough stuff. Could he have sex with Jane and not imagine what he could be getting with Victoria? Could he make love to his wife and not think about how Victoria could do things to him that his wife would never be capable of? Could he be satisfied with his wife's body after catching glimpses at Victoria's perfect form? He was a breast man, and Victoria's breasts were out of this world. But, you don't cheat simply because a woman has bigger breasts, do you? Do massive, perfectly firm, perky breasts, capped with perfect hard nipples, really mean more than love and marriage? At the beginning of this trip, Dan thought Victoria's offer was ridiculous. Now, it had actually become a choice. He had almost talked himself into it. He thought about what would happen if he chose Victoria. It would be impossible to hide an affair with her. It would be impossible to hide it from Jane. Not showing up to her room tonight would make her suspicious. It would be tough to hide the truth for long. The truth that he had shacked up with the woman who fired her. The woman that terrorized them both, and fired most of their friends. Word would get out that Dan was fucking his boss. Victoria was not the type of woman who you just fuck once and walk away. No, if Dan chose her, they would be fucking constantly. Dan would have trouble hiding the fact that he was spending all of his time with the woman they vowed never to see again. Jane would ask why they hadn't moved on. She would have to figure out that her place had been taken by the bitch she hated. Word would get out that Dan, everybody's friend, the most popular guy in the company, had left his sweetheart wife for their ruthless cunt of a boss. Dan had led the fight against Victoria. He was a sign of hope for most people there. If anyone could put a stop to her reign of terror as boss, they all thought it would be him. But what if they found out that he had decided there was no stopping her? What if everyone found out that their beacon of hope had been so corrupted and defeated by their boss? What if they found out that the one person that hated Victoria the most was now fucking her? That instead of fighting her, he put all his energy into pleasuring her? It would destroy them. They would have no fight left. The branch would crumble. Victoria would no doubt take great joy out of shutting down the branch and moving on to bigger and better things. Their company kept the city afloat. If the branch were shut down, all those great people would be out of jobs. Families would struggle to get by. All of this could happen if Dan chose Victoria's hotel room instead of Jane's. The ethical part of Dan knew he couldn't that. He would be destroying an entire city. What were the pro's to fucking Victoria? The life changing sex. Her amazing body. Being able to possess that body on a daily basis. That was it. Those are all the pros. Dan doubted she would change otherwise. Her attitude would remain as bitchy as ever. She would probably be extremely smug, knowing she had corrupted him. But Dan knew he would never get another chance to have a pair of massive breasts in his hands if he denied her. He would never get that pleasure again. But choosing her would cause him to betray everyone he cared about. The con's seemed like they outweighed the pros. It should be an easy decision. But her tits were so big! Dan parked his car outside in the parking structure near the hotel. The cool night air cleared his head. What was he thinking? He couldn't actually cheat on his wife, could he? He thought back to the first time they met. It still made him smile. He had never felt sparks like he did that night. Being able to just talk to her for hours on end with no pauses. That was the mark of true love. A perfect companion. When they parted, he was abuzz with feelings for her. He felt such passion immediately. He knew he loved her after that first night. He couldn't believe he was doubting that. He couldn't believe he had considered cheating. The fresh air had cleared his head. His decision was made. He had escaped Victoria's web. There was no chance he was going back to that. As he walked into the lobby of the hotel, he checked his planner for his room number. 1649. Holy Shit! His room was across the hall from Victoria's. No doubt Victoria planned that. Whichever decision he made, she would know. She would hear the sounds of sex coming from the room across the hall and know she had been beaten. Dan couldn't help but consider the opposite situation. What would happen if Jane heard the sounds of rough sex from across the hall? What if she heard hours of tough, angry sex from across the hall while her husband was mysteriously missing? How down would she be to know that someone else was getting incredible sex while she was stuck alone, waiting for a husband that would never arrive? Would she be worried about him? Would she think he had an accident? Would she think he was hurt? Would she even consider the fact that her husband was in the next room, pleasuring a woman who was hotter, sexier, bustier, and meaner? Would any part of her consider that her husband had betrayed her? That her husband had snubbed her in favor of some better pussy? No, she wouldn't, because she trusted him. She loved him. She would never think her husband could possibly betray her. She would never think her husband would betray her and start fucking another woman. Betray. If he chose Victoria, he would be a betrayer. He would break someone's heart to indulge himself. Dan couldn't understand the feelings this brought up in him. It kinda made him sick, but it also really turned him on. Just the idea of betraying someone simply to have better sex. Doing something so wrong, so messed up, so forbidden. It was an incredible turn on. Dan had to clear these thoughts as he entered the elevator and hit the '16' button. As the elevator rose, he knew the time for his choice was coming soon. He thought it would be an easy decision. An obvious choice. But why did he feel so conflicted? Why didn't it feel simple? Was he denying the truth that this wasn't an easy choice? That he was still unsure what to do? The doors parted, and in a daze, he walked slowly down the hallway. It was about halfway down the hall when he stopped near two doors. To his right, room 1649, and Jane, his loving wife. To his left, room 1650, and Victoria, the evil temptress. This was it. This was the choice. Which would be more important to Dan? His lovely, caring wife, who had been nothing but supportive. Who he could joke around with, have fun with, be in love with. Or a pair of massive, succulent, juicy breasts? Breasts that are soft, firm, and perky. With nipples built to suck on. Which hotel room would Dan choose? The room containing his wife, or the room containing a pair of amazing breasts. Dan was shocked when he realized that standing at the precipice of a life-changing decision, there was no choice at all. He turned and knocked softly on the door. He waited for a response. His wife, or the perfect breasts? Which was more important to Dan? It should be obvious. The door opened, and there stood Victoria, victorious, with a smug smile on her face. And she looked amazing. She was wearing a sheer burgundy nightie. It had spaghetti straps which were strained to the max by her tits. They were pushing out against the low-cut nightie, which exposed a massive line of perfect cleavage. The nightie went just below her hips, barely covering her. But the best aspect of the nightie was how sheer it was. The nightie hid nothing. She was wearing nothing under it. Dan could clearly see her massive breasts, standing firmly on her chest, with no sag whatsoever. Her hard nipples were poking out against the material. He could clearly see her pussy, with a neat little landing strip above it. He was mesmerized. Dan's choice was made. A massive pair of tits had demolished his love for his wife. Those tits were all that he ever wanted. "I knew you'd be here." Victoria said with passion, striking a sexy pose against the door. Dan just took in how gorgeous she truly was. He had never seen her in non-work clothing, and he was not disappointed. Her sexy brunette hair was down, looking shiny, curly, and a little bit mussed. Her face was done up in makeup perfectly, accenting all her features. Her lips were shiny and glossy. Her entire body was perfectly tanned. Her long legs looked smooth and amazing emerging from her nightie. Dan was mesmerized by her perfect body. He couldn't speak. Victoria stepped back, allowing him to enter. He stepped into her room, re-entering Victoria's clutches. Victoria shut the door and locked it. No words were said as she stepped forward towards him. Dan sighed as he felt her soft tits press against his chest. She looked into his eyes as he looked into hers. Her mouth moved towards his and started to part. His mouth opened. Dan felt chills as her soft, pouty, glossy lips met his. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, and started to fight with his. Her soft, sinewy tongue. She turned her mouth at an angle to force her tongue deeper into his mouth. They were now deeply French-kissing. Her wet tongue was everywhere. Dan mashed his tongue against hers, eager to feel it against his as much as he could. This went on for minutes but it felt like hours. Dan couldn't believe what he was doing. He was swapping spit with Victoria. He was furiously French-kissing his cunt of a boss. She had berated him, berated his wife. And what did he do in response? He made out what with her, of course. And it felt so good. She was an expert kisser. He had never been kissed better. Her soft, smooth lips felt so good against his. Her glossy lips sliding against his felt spectacular. Her hands were holding onto his head, forcing him against her, making the illicit kiss deeper. Dan settled his hands on her hips, unsure how far she would allow him to go with them. He stood there, and just took her tongue, deferring all control of the situation to her. It was a wet, gooey kiss, so when she finally pulled away from him, several strands of drool connected their open mouths together. These strands broke and fell onto the tops of her breasts. Dan was so mesmerized that he kept searching for her open mouth, looking to continue the pleasure he was feeling, before he realized she had pulled away on purpose. He looked into her eyes. He saw no warmth in them. He saw a look of dominance. Of control. Of lust. She grabbed her hand, and walked him over towards the bed. The hotel room was large, with a beautiful view of the city. But it wasn't the city he was looking at. He was staring at that hot ass bouncing with every step. He could clearly see each ripe cheek of Victoria's perfect ass through her sheer nightie. It took all his will not to reach out and palm one of them. But he knew Victoria would not want him to do that. She pattered over near the bed in her bare feet and stopped. She let go of his hand and turned to face him. "I knew you'd be here, Dan. I knew how enamored you were with me, from the start. The minute I got hired, you were in love with me. You tried to hide it, you rejected it, but in your heart of hearts, it was love. True love." Dan didn't feel any of these things. She was just talking shit. "You tried to stand up to me. You went to corporate behind my back and tried to get me fired. You yelled and called me such horrible names. But none of that was what was what you really wanted to do. You wanted to walk into my office, bend me over the desk, and fuck the shit out of me. Didn't you? Didn't you!?" she yelled out, demanding a response. Dan was silent. "You think I'm lying, Dan? You think I'm bullshitting? Have you ever met another woman who has inspired such passion in you? That's love Dan. You loved it when I treated everyone like shit. You loved it when I fired people. You loved it when I ruined people's lives. You loved it when I fired your wife. I bet when that cow told you I fired her, and humiliated her, you had to hide your rock hard erection from her. Your first response wasn't anger. It was lust. You were so hot for me at that point. You would have fucked me in the middle of the office if I let you. But no, you agreed to work alongside me. You thought it was so you could get yourself fired, but we both know the truth. You wanted to be in my presence. You wanted to be near the sexy creature that you were madly in love with." Victoria said. "That's not true." Dan replied, putting up one last fight. "You don't think I saw the looks you gave me? The way you looked at me, the way no loving husband should. You don't think I saw how you stared at my body, just drinking it all in? You don't think I saw when you looked down my shirt, at my nice juicy breasts? I saw how much you ached to touch them. To suck them. To squeeze them and never let go. You don't think I knew when you were watching my ass bounce? I knew how much you wanted to grab it. To hold it. To spank it. To put your face against it and kiss it. You don't think I noticed when you were trying to see my thongs? I bet you were wishing I would model them for you. Or maybe take them off and leave them on my desk for you. So you could sniff them when I'm not around. Or maybe put it in your mouth and taste it. So you could taste my pussy. So you could taste my asshole. You don't think I noticed these things?" Victoria continued. Dan was speechless. "It was cute to see how scared you were over losing me earlier today. How you were desperate to find out what I did with my free time. Desperate to find a common interest so we could continue our relationship. Well, you found it. You found out what I like to do in my free time, and it's something you like to do too. I love to fuck. I fuck really well. I fuck hard. I bet I know what you're thinking. How does an absolute bitch like me get laid on a regular basis? Let's just say I have a reputation. I am a legendary fuck. Word is out how good I am. Most people think that I'm a myth. That there couldn't possibly be someone as good at fucking as I am. They say that no woman could have such massive breasts, but I do. They say that no woman has such a perfect round ass, but I do. They say that no woman could be that spectacularly gorgeous, but I am. They say that no woman could have such an unbelievably tight pussy, but I do. They say that no woman does all those nasty things in bed, but I do. When you're as amazing at sex as I am, it doesn't matter how I act. Men still want to fuck me. Men like that I'm a bitch. It adds to the fun. When you're as spectacular as I am in bed, I have my choice about who I want to fuck. And I want to fuck you." Victoria paused, then continued. "Very few men fought me you like you did. Very few stood up to me like you did. Most men crumble beneath me. But not you. I knew then you were my match. You were meant for me. We've been at war since I was hired. Every day was a battle. You thought you had my number, but you did not. You thought you had me beat, but you didn't. It was sad to see how far behind you really were. And that's what made it fun. You buried your true feelings so deeply, that you didn't know what to make of them. It came out as anger. But it was not. It was love. It was lust. You were so madly in love with me that it terrified you. It was so obvious the way you looked at me. I knew the battle was to get those feelings to the surface. The first time you saw my cleavage, you were done. It was over. I had won." "When you saw my cleavage, you realized that your wife was nothing compared to me. You saw just a glimpse of my massive breasts, and you could not help but compare them to your wife's. You realized your wife is as flat as a board. Your wife is not enough of a woman where it counts. She has no boobs, no ass, and her looks are nothing special. I always called her Plain Jane around the office. You can't possibly be attracted to her, could you? And quite frankly, she's a fucking idiot. There is nothing there that's attractive. You finally realized that. And now that you did, you came to me." "So, I'll give you one last shot at walking away. You can cross the hall, rejoin Jane, and have the plain sex you've been having for years. Or, I can drop my nightie, and we can get down to business. You can start having the sex the way you've always wanted. Rough. Hard. Nasty. I do all the things that wifey won't. You think I've built myself up too much? Quite frankly, I'm better than advertised. Now tell me. Tell me the truth. Tell me what you want to do. Do you want to leave and join your wife? Or do you want me to take off my nightie, so you can finally see me naked? Tell me!" Victoria ordered. Dan gulped slowly. His decision was made. His life was about to change forever. "Take off your nightie." Dan said huskily. Victoria smirked evilly, before running her fingers under the spaghetti straps and pushed them off her shoulders. Her nightie pooled onto the floor, revealing her nude form. His eyes opened wide as he drank her in. She was just perfect. Her tits were even more massive than he had imagined. Her nipples were hard as diamonds. Her neat little landing strip looked perfect. She put her hands on her hips as he admired her body. She turned around to flash her bare ass. Dan was seeing his hot-bodied boss nude. He had never been more turned on. Hers was a body that was not meant to be clothed. She turned around and wrapped her arms under her breasts, allowing them to rest on her arms. "Come here." She said, clearly turned on. He stepped towards her and stopped when he was within a foot of her. She grabbed his hands and slowly brought them towards her chest. She paused, then pulled his hands onto her breasts, mashing them into her chest. He reflexively started to squeeze. They were so soft. Just the feeling of the incredible amount of tit-flesh pouring between his fingers. He had never felt a better pair. He just kept squeezing. He could feel her hard nipples rubbing against his palms. His fingers moved down to them and he started to play with them. He pinched them again and again, harder and harder, trying to make this bitch moan. She did not flinch. Nothing turned him on more than seeing her not react at all to this. "Get down on your knees and I'll let you suck them." she commanded. He complied quickly, eager to have her nipples in his mouth. He grabbed him by the side of the head and pulled him into her chest. She pressed her boobs into his face, and wrapped her arms around his head, smothering him in their softness. Dan moved his face around, trying to have her tits make as much contact with his face as possible. Dan was finally able to maneuver his mouth towards her hard nipple. Finally, her nipple forced its way into his mouth. He instinctually started to suck, trying to get as much of her tit into his mouth as possible. He flicked her nipple with his tongue. He started to lightly chew on her nipple, gauging her reaction. She just smirked as she looked down at him. He bit lightly on it, and she just kept smiling. He bit harder. Nothing from her. He then bit hard on her nipple. She just flashed her eyes at him. There was nothing he could do to faze her. He switched nipples and started to suck on it for about five or ten minutes. She grabbed his chin, indicating she wanted him to stand, so, reluctantly, he stopped sucking her juicy nipple, and stood. The Hotel Room The wedding had been a blast! Our friends looked so happy, so in love as they exchanged their vows. Then it was off to the reception where the real fun began. The food was wonderful, the alcohol was free, and everyone was having a good time. My own wife looked great. I loved her in this black and white dress. She doesn't dress provocatively very often, so anytime she wears a dress that is low cut and shows off her wonderful cleavage is welcomed by me! It also went down to just above her knees, showing off her long, slender legs that just looked great in a pair of high heels. The more we danced together, the more I had to stop myself from trying to take her back into the coat room for a little alone time. The more I drank, the harder that temptation was to resist. My wife, Jane, always says I am at my horniest when I'm drinking and/or hung over. Tonight was proving to be no exception. It had been just over a week since we had last had sex, the pitfalls of both of us working long hours and keeping up with the house had left us both too tired to try to seduce the other over the course of the busy week. Tonight, however, I was definitely not feeling too tired for sex! Unfortunately, we were sharing a hotel room with her sister and her husband in an effort to save a little money for both couples. Don't get me wrong, I love Jenna and Joe, but I wanted to get laid and their presence in the room would all but crush any chances I had at that tonight. Oh well, what's a guy to do? Off to the bar for me again! We continued to dance and party the night away. Knowing that I had virtually no shot at sex tonight did nothing to ease how horny I was. Rational thought has no effect on those feelings, especially after alcohol has begun to sink in. As we danced, I kept pulling Jane closer to my body, grabbing her ass any chance I got. Right at midnight, the lights in the room turned on signaling the end of the reception. We all said our good byes to the bride and groom and headed outside to grab a can back to our hotel. When we got back to our room, we cracked open one last beer and began getting ready for bed as we talked and recapped the fun night we had; telling stories about everything that had just happened as if we all hadn't just witnessed it! An hour later, we were turning off the lights and crawling into bed. I was still wide awake and would have stayed up talking and drinking all night, but everyone else was tired and agreed it was time to sleep. On top of not being tired myself, I was still horny as hell! "Screw it!" I thought to myself after about 20 minutes of lying there dead awake, "I might as well try to get lucky." I looked over at my wife who was laying on her side, her back to me and her face in the direction of the other bed. I rolled over onto my side and spooned her. I placed my hand on her flat stomach – the wonderful product of hours spent in the gym and outside running – and slowly slid my hand under her shirt and up her stomach to her breasts. Jane didn't move at all, I often spooned her like this, breast-in-hand, so she thought nothing of it. She rarely wore a bra to bed and tonight was no exception. I then started caressing her left breast with my hand, giving it gentle squeezes and tweaking her nipples. Now she took notice. "Stop that," she said in a hushed voice, trying not to wake her sister and brother. "Come on," I pleaded, "you know I get horny when I've been drinking." "Seriously, stop," she whispered back. "Jenna and Joe are in the bed right next to us. You'll have to wait until we get home in the morning." I kept my hand manipulating her breast and moved my body in closer to hers until my now hard cock was pressing against her ass through the material of both of our shorts. I slowly started grinding into her ass. Jane wasn't saying anything more and she wasn't pulling away or stopping me. Her nipples were rock hard and standing at attention. Could it be? Did I have a chance at pulling this off? If there was no chance in hell, she would have made more of an attempt to stop me. "I'm going to finish what I've started here one way or another, babe," I whispered back in her ear. "You can either lay there and let me dry hump you until I shoot in my shorts or you can enjoy it, too." I squeezed her breast, pulled my hard on against her with emphasis and sucked on her ear lobe all at the same time to emphasize my point. Again, there was no protest and she actually moaned through her teeth a little, trying to stay quiet. "I have a shot at actually pulling this off!" I again thought to myself. I moved my hand from under Jane's shirt, slid it down her side, around behind her and slid two fingers against her pussy through her shorts. I gave a few short strokes to her mound and again she moaned through clenched teeth. A minute later and my hand reached up to the waist band of her shorts. I hooked my thumb under the waist band and held it there, testing the waters if you will. To my great surprise, Jane lifted her hips ever so slightly off the bed, a clear indication that I could proceed. I moved my other hand to her shorts, as well, and slowly slid them down and off of her long legs. As soon as her shorts were off, I made the same move and removed mine. I returned to my previous position, only this time my bare cock was pressed against her bare ass, slightly enveloped between her cheeks. "Be quiet and move slowly so we don't wake anyone up," she directed me. "Christ, I can't believe I'm letting you do this right now." Was I mistaken, or was the idea of other people being in the room, her own sister being one of them, making her hotter? Jane shifted her hips upward ever so slightly to give me better access to her pussy. I slid my left arm under her left leg to raise it up just enough to give me more room to maneuver my cock without drawing too much attention to how high her leg was raised. Jane reached behind her and took my cock in her hand. She squeezed it, gave it a few strokes and then began to guide it to her waiting lips. I felt my head hit her slit and she was soaking wet. She was definitely getting a little extra turned on by the chance of being caught by someone else in the room! I pushed my hips forward and slowly slid inside her tunnel. I made a slight "uuuhh" sound as I felt her canal take in my cock. Once inside, I removed my arm from between her legs and moved my hand back to her breasts. Jane reached behind us both with her left arm and grabbed my ass, moving back and forth between my ass and my thigh to pull me into her more. She loved grabbing my thigh while we had sex; it was the most muscular part of my body. I was thrusting into Jane slow and deep. It felt so amazing. I looked at her and she had her eyes closed, trying to focus on our actions and paying no attention to the bed next to use. However, I looked over that way and was surprised to see two sets of eyes staring at our bed. Jenna and Joe were watching us! Joe was spooning behind Jenna who was closest to our bed. They caught my eye and both smiled at me. I noticed movements underneath their sheets and Joe was feeling up Jenna. I leaned in and kissed Jane's neck and kept playing with her nipples and thrusting into her pussy. I also kept an eye on the other bed. Jenna rolled onto her side and now had her back to me. Her and Joe were making out. "Too bad," I thought to myself, "it was kind of a turn on being watched!" The show was over, or at least so I thought. All of a sudden, I saw their sheets moved to the bottom of the bed and Jenna moved and straddled Joe. Their pants were now missing and based on the movements, Joe was inside of her. Jenna sat straight up, put her hands at the bottom of her shirt and lifted it above her head and threw it on the ground. While Jane and I were still clothed from the waist up, Jenna and Joe were now completely naked and fucking right in front of us! This was great! I moved my hand from Jane's breasts and put it on her stomach so I had better leverage and could pull her into my body more. I began thrusting faster. Jane rolled her head to face me and finally opened her eyes to look at me. "Slow down!" she whispered in an exasperated tone. "I told you I don't want to wake up my sister!" I thrust fully into her and kissed her deeply on the mouth. When I ended the kiss, I looked right into her eyes and simply said, "Too late." I then looked over at the bed next to us, prompting Jane to do the same. Jane froze as she suddenly saw her sister riding Joe, and I stopped moving, too. Jenna was bent over slightly with her breasts dangling down from her body, her right tit being sucked on by Joe's eager mouth. Jane's mouth was agape as she tried to comprehend the situation playing out before us. "Jane," I said to her, "everyone is just having some fun here. Let's just keep going." I moved my hand back up to her breast. She turned her head back to me as if looking for reassurance that this was all OK. She then leaned in and kissed me again and I resumed my previous rhythm, taking long, slow strokes into my wife. Jane's hand was still on my hip and I felt her pull me into her again, a sure sign that she was fine with moving forward with the action. As I thrust deeply into my wife's pussy, I watched my sister bounce up and down on her husband's cock. I looked down at Jane and noticed that she was also watching the couple next to us. I returned my gaze to Jenna and Joe and began fucking Jane a little harder. A minute later Jane stopped pulling me into her and turned to face me again. "I want to be on top, too!" Of course she did! Jane's favorite position was riding on top of me. And I liked it that way too, so who was I to say no? I slid out of Jane and rolled onto my back. She threw the sheets to the end of the bed, rolled over and threw her right leg over my waist and was now positioned above me. She reached back and again grabbed and guided my dick into her wet pussy. She slid all the way down my pole until her hips were firmly against mine and then began bouncing up and down herself. I looked over to the next bed and saw mys watching us again. I reached up and pulled off Jane's shirt, freeing her beautiful breasts and giving Jenna and Joe their first glimpse of them. As Jane rode my cock, her tits bounced along with her body and I looked up to watch it. I then rose my head and sucked on her right breast, leaving a clear view of her left for Joe to be able to look at if he chose to. I reached around my wife and grabbed her ass hard, something she always liked. I had lost focus of the other couple in the room for a moment as I soaked in my own wife, but was quickly reminded of their presence by Jenna's voice. "Fuck me, Joe!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me harder! Oh fuck yeah, I love it from behind!" I returned my attention to the other bed and, sure enough, Jenna was on her hands and knees with Joe positioned behind her, his hands on her hips, fucking her doggy style with everything he had. And they hadn't just changed positions, but also directions ... Instead of being position length-wise on the bed as before, they were now positioned ACROSS the bed facing our bed. I looked briefly in Jenna's eyes and before shifting my gaze ever-so-slightly downward and watched her breasts sway back and forth each time Joe slammed into her backside. Jane was looking at that direction, too, and they were looking in ours. We were all watching each other fuck. I was thrusting into Jane from beneath her and Joe was slamming into Jenna from behind. Our hotel room was simply filled with lust! "Oh, God, I'm gonna cum babe," yelled Jane from above me. "I'm so close! So, so close babe. Make me cum! Use your dick and your finger and make me cum!" For most women, that would have meant for me to finger their clit, but not for Jane. While she refused to let me fuck her ass, she loved having me rub her hole right before she came. I knew what she wanted and I moved my ring finger to her brown hole and rubbed circles around it. "Oh, yeah, that's it! Rub my asshole baby! Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm cuuuuuuummmmiiiinnnnggggggg!" Just as Jane started her orgasm, I pushed my finger into her butt, just past the first knuckle. I did this often, hoping that if she got used to that, she would eventually let me give her anal. As she came, her pussy clamped down on my cock. "Oh fuck! Here I cum, too, baby!" And I shot my seed deep inside my wife. At least five large shots fired inside of her, coating her insides. Just then I heard Joe make an "Uhhh, uhhh, ahhhhhhhh" sound and knew he was blasting deep inside of Jenna. Everyone collapsed and lay there recovering from our collective orgasms. The room was silent, save for the sound of people gasping to catch their breath. For a moment it was a little awkward in the room for the first time since I had began trying to get Jane in the mood. Then Jenna spoke up to lighten the mood. "That was fun! Who's up for another round?" "I'm game," Joe responded. "I think I'm going to need a minute or two here until I can go again," I responded. "Why?" Jenna asked sincerely, "Just have Jane blow you until you are back at full mast!" There was a silence in the room for a moment. "Oh yeah, I forgot, my little sister doesn't like to suck dick." Jenna leaned over to Joe and whispered something in his ear. We only heard his response, "Sure, I don't care. Have fun!" Jenna then stood up. For the first time ever, she stood before me in her naked glory. I had always had the hots for Jenna. I love Jane's body, but Jenna's legs are a little more muscular, something I have always liked after growing up around athletic girls, and slightly fuller breasts. To my surprise, my sister walked a step or two and climbed into our bed. Without saying a word, she faced me, crouched over and took my flaccid cock into her mouth! Like Jenna said, my wife is not a fan of going blow jobs and this was the first time in nearly a year that a set of lips had been around my tool. Jenna played with my limp cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue all around it. In no time her manipulations had my cock growing again and she was soon sliding her lips up and down my fully engorged member. I leaned my head back and just enjoyed the feeling. "Oh, my God, that feels soooooo good!" I looked over at my wife and she had a look of disbelief on her face. She was just watching wide-eyed as her sister sucked new life into my cock. I was amazed that she wasn't trying to stop this. I was amazed that Joe was letting this happen, too. Almost as if he could read my mind, Joe spoke. "Obviously you guys didn't know this, but Jenna and I are swingers. Well, kind of," he clarified, "we've only done this with our friends Byron and Angela before. But we've done it several times recently." We looked over as he was saying this and Joe was laying nonchalantly on one side and was stroking his cock as he watched the action on our bed. I looked at Jane again who was still looking stunned, but not doing anything to stop her sister. I looked back at Jenna and watched as her head bobbed in my lap – I always loved watching a girl suck my cock. I put my hand on the back of Jenna's head and enjoyed her mouth sucking me off. Jenna looked up while she sucked and we looked into each other's eyes. She then began to take more of my cock into her mouth. She was trying to deep throat me, but couldn't force herself to take the entire length. I took that as an invitation and applied pressure to the back of her head. I also push upwards with my hips. I was rewarded as my entire cock slid down her throat. I began slowly fucking my sister's throat. You could hear slight chocking sounds coming from her mouth. Fuck was that hot! After a few strokes down her tight throat, Jenna pulled off of my cock to catch her breath. "Jane, get your ass down here and suck your husband's cock!" she commanded her sister. "That cock is too damn nice not to enjoy sucking." Slowly, in a trance as if she had been brainwashed, my wife moved to the foot of the bed next to her older sister. Jenna was stroking my cock slowly. "OK, Jane, go to work." Jenna removed her hand. Slowly, Jane moved her head down, wrapped her hand around my shaft and then her lips around my head. My wife started sucking my cock for what felt like the first time in ages! She sucked cock so well, I had always wished she would do it more often. She wouldn't take nearly as much into her mouth as her sister just had, but she worked her lips and tongue expertly. "That's it," Jenna whispered encouragingly, "suck his cock. You should do this for him all the time!" Jenna moved my leg to the side and put her head next to her sisters and began licking my balls. Now THAT was something I hadn't felt in a long time! She took my left ball into her mouth and sucked it and moved it around her mouth with her tongue. I simply watched in awe as I had both sisters between my legs. This was simply amazing! But as with all good things, it came to an end. After a few minutes of being the lucky guy getting all of the attention, Jenna sat up and told her sister to stop sucking my cock. "Lay down on your back, Jane," Jenna told her. As if they were still little kids, Jane followed her big sister's orders and lay down. "Wow!" Jenna exclaimed. "That is one beautiful, fit body you have there." Jenna then leaned over her sister and kissed her on the lips. I was shocked! So was Jane, who you could tell was not kissing back; she just lay there with her sister's lips pressed against her own. Jenna reached her left hand out and put it on her sister's right breast and caressed it. Jane began to just let the pleasure over take her and you could tell she finally kissed Jenna back. The two sisters were soon making out, tongues and all! Jenna broke the kiss and then moved her head a bit lower and took my wife's breast in her mouth. "Oooooohhhh," came the sound from Jane's mouth. As Jenna sucked on her sister's breasts, she moved her hand down between her legs. Jane's legs parted slightly and Jenna slid her finger into her slit. Jenna stopped sucking and lower her chest so her tits were dangling above Jane's mouth. Jane responded appropriately and sucked her sister's tit into her mouth. This was so hot! I had always wanted to see my wife with another woman, but never thought it would actually happen. And never in a million years did I think it would happen with her sister, who I also lusted after! As Jane continued to suck Jenna's breasts, Jenna moved so that she was positioned between Jane's legs. She then removed her breasts from my wife's face and kissed her way down her body until she was eating out her sister! This was too much and I nearly shot my load right there! I leaned in and kissed my wife who gave me the most passionate kiss ever! "How does that feel babe?" I asked. "So good," was her reply. I laid down next to my wife and we watched as her sister ate her pussy, thrusting first one, then two fingers into her cunt at the same time. I played with my wife's boobs, increasing her pleasure as I enjoyed the show. Jenna stopped licking Jane's pussy ever so briefly, looked me in the eyes and said, "Fuck me! Now!" I looked over at Joe who simply nodded his head that it was fine with him if I fucked his wife. I looked at Jane for her approval. "Go for it," she gasped, "you may never get this chance again!" I got up and positioned myself behind Jenna. I lined my cock head up to her pussy and pushed forward a little. She was dripping with excitement. Her own juices, coupled with Joe's sperm from their earlier fuck session, allowed me to easily slip inside of her. I grabbed Jenna's hips and began fucking her hard from behind. The sound of my balls slapping against her quickly filled the room. Jenna was moaning into my wife's pussy as my thrusts forced her mouth against her more forcefully. I leaned over Jenna's body and took her supple breasts into my hands as I fucked her for all I was worth. The Hotel Room "OK, Jenna, please stop!" Jane pleaded. "I need to be fucked now." Jane wasn't the biggest fan of receiving oral sex, either, always preferring penetration to oral. I slid out of Jenna's pussy and she rolled onto her back, laying next to her sister. Joe finally got off of the other bed and made his way over to ours. "Do you want to switch back to our own wives, or do you want to swap?" Joe asked me. "I will only do what you guys are comfortable with." "Well, it's your call, Joe," I answered. "I can't really tell you that you can't fuck my wife after I was fucking yours!" "You can if you aren't comfortable with it, but I wouldn't mind to give Jane a whirl here." "OK, I said," and positioned myself above Jenna. Joe climbed onto the bed between Jane's still spread legs. I watched as he put his cock at Jane's entrance and then pushed into her. "Oh, God, yes!" Jane exclaimed. "I love being fucked!" Joe began slowly thrusting in and out of my wife. I watched for a moment and then was brought back to life by Jenna. "You had better get that cock back inside me!" she said, matter-of-factly. "I lifted Jenna's legs up and rested them on my shoulders. She reached beneath her and grabbed my cock, guiding it back to her waiting pussy. Again, I pushed easily into her to the hilt! The room was filled with the sounds of sex! I was in a push up position thrusting forward into Jenna and Joe was laying on Jane pumping into her. As we fucked the girls, they turned their heads to each other and made out again, tongues probing each other's mouth. Jenna lowered her legs from my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me deeper into her pussy. I lowered myself and put all of my weight onto my right forearm and reached my left hand around to run her strong legs that I loved so much! "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Jennna kept yelling as I pistoned into her. Joe was thrusting shallowly into my wife next to me with his head lowered, sucking on her chest. I finally hit the point of no return. The blow jobs I had received; the sight of the two beautiful sisters kissing; watching Jenna eat out her sister's pussy; the sight of Joe fucking my wife; the feeling of Jenna's pussy wrapped tightly around my cock; it was finally all too much! "Fuck! I'm going to cum!" I pulled out of Jenna, gave my cock a few strokes and blasted all over my sister. I came forcefully! The first spurt landed on her face and lips and I watched Jenna stick her tongue out to taste my cum. The next two shots landed on her tits and then I dripped the rest onto her stomach. Apparently, seeing me shoot on his wife was too much for Joe, too. He pulled out of Jane and shot his load all over her tits and flat stomach, as well. Both girls were coated in our cum and we both collapsed next to them, panting, trying to catch our breath. "That was fun!" Jenna said between labored breaths. "You boys let us know when you're ready to go again!" The Hotel Room... I have been thinking lately, and think I may have a good idea. I have a proposition for you. You should get on the web and find a bunch of dirty minded middle aged men that live in our general area. Tell them that you are having a 24 hour party and that you have a fully shaved, blindfolded, and handcuffed young guy that they can use any way they like and that it is free for as much fun as they want. Tell them what 24 hour period and which hotel. You put up the money for a hotel room and a few boxes of condoms, several dildoes, and some c#ke, sp#@d, and pop@$#s. You get a hotel room near the Detroit airport and inform me what room (preferably with a fairly private entrance) at which hotel, and when to be there. I show up and you have some of the c#ke, sp#@d, and pop@$#s waiting for me in the room. I walk in and the lights are all off. You undress me roughly, except for my mask, and put the collar and ball spreader on, then handcuff my arms behind me with the handcuffs I have provided and have me suck on you for a while. You would then take the large buttplug that you bought and cover it with lube and put it in my ass. After that, show me to the counter where the c#ke and sp#@d are already crushed up and seperated into large lines. Give me a dollar bill and tell me to do a few lines then make me sniff some pop@$#s, then take me to the bedroom and use me however you like, for as long as you like. When you are finished using me, take me to the bathroom and plug up the drain in the tub. Put me in the tub, and tie my ankles together with some rope. Put me on my back, and piss all over my body and in my mouth. When you are finished, leave me helpless in the tub, covered in your piss and cum. You would then turn out the lights and close the door and leave me in the dark. You can relax for a while and do whatever you want, until someone knocks on the door (establish a password for these men to say at the door so you know they are here to use and fuck me). After they come inside, lock the door and ask them if they want me clean or not, then lead them to the bathroom and let them in. These men can clean me first with a wet towel (no shower, I want the tub full of piss and cum only) or not, then do whatever they want to me, except take off my mask/blindfold. If they want to fist me, make sure they know my pain safe word is BRANDY. Whenever they are done with me, They or you tie me back up and put me in the tub, and then piss on me. by the end, I want to almost drown in the tub full of all these mens piss and cum. I hope that several men show up at once and they can all use me at the same time. I really want to have a cock gagging my mouth, and another reaming my ass, impaling me as hard as they can. Every half hour to hour, put some more stuff on the counter for me to snort, and right after I snort them up, grab me by the neck, and jam your cock down my throat a few times. If you want, rub a little c#ke onto your cock before fucking my ass, it feels really good. Throughout the night, I want everyone to spit and cum on me, in my face, on my back, and on my tummy. I want to be fucked by as many men as possible, so make sure to keep the lube and the pop@$#s handy. I want people to straddle my chest and fuck my throat, I want to be bent over the couch and fucked in the ass, I want to be forced to eat my own cum out of your hand, along with everyone elses. I want people to put me on my knees in the bathroom and make me suck them off while they piss down my throat, I want men to tie my hands and feet to a footstool and take turns fucking my face and ass while I'm completely helpless. I want people to take handfulls of cum and smear it all over my mouth and face. Most of all I want my ass to be continuously filled with something and whenever the cock or dildo or buttplug comes out, I want something else to take its place. I want to be totally used for a full day. When the day is done, come to the bathroom and untie me. Then you leave and lock the door and let me clean up and fuck my ass with the biggest toy you bought that you graciously left in the room for me to play with. I haven't decided if I want to bring my camcorder with me and have you set it up in a hidden spot to record all the men taking turns fucking my young body, but I'm leaning towards yes. If this goes well, I would continue to perform at these parties, and things could get even more interesting. I would like your opinion of this scenario, and please give me some detailed feedback about what you would do to me and what you would like to see other men do to me if I shaved my cock and asshole, then I was drugged, blindfolded, and tied naked and helpless in a hotel room. Remember, the nastier and kinkier and more taboo, the better, so don't hold back because you will definately not turn me off! Try to make it long and entertaining like this scenario, I want to feel your excitement about probably doing this! The Hotel Room There she is. She lies next to me in our spacious bed in an Amsterdam hotel room. The sunshine creeps in through the window and hits my eyes, causing my face to crinkle as I squint from the concentrated force of it. The first sight I see this morning is her naked back. Her porcelain skin almost blends into the white blankets of our bed and she sighs audibly with the presence and warmth of the sunlight although it does not hit her directly. As the dawn sun starts to rise over the city, it has divided our bed in half with light and shadow, with her in the latter. She casually turns over on to her stomach. Her eyes still closed, and the blanket that once covered her slips down her body, now only covering up to her bum, with the top part of it on a diagonal. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful, so divine. The night of passion we shared the night before is still fresh in my mind and continued through the night in my dreams. Now, I intend to make those dreams a reality. I quietly slide myself next to her and softly kiss her shoulder. With her eyes still closed she lets out a content sigh and an almost mischievous smirk comes across her face. I continue to kiss down her back, her scent filling my nostrils, exciting me. As I make my way to her perfect posterior, my lips are augmented by my hand which I run over her curves. Suddenly, her sapphire blue eyes flash open, her pupils dilated but then shrink as light enters. She snaps herself up and pulls me in for a full on passionate kiss. Her hand runs down my chest and waist to find me fully erect for her. She lets out a slight giggle and gives me a devilish grin. She pumps it slowly and uses it to pull me closer and we continue to kiss. Our mutual passion fuels each other as our heart rates rises and our breathing quickens so we are panting in between kisses, both of us ablaze, on fire for each other. Now it is time for my goddess to take charge as she pushes me on to my back and falls on top of me. She kisses me so deep, then moving her mouth to my ear, which she sucks and bites, sending me into delirium. She kisses my neck and down to my chest, taking a little time to tease each nipple. "Such a wicked woman," I nearly scream as I arch my back in ecstasy. She ignores my cry as she gets down to my hard cock and takes the head in her mouth, running her tongue all over it. This has turned me into a creature of pure lust and I jerk up and grab her by her waist and spin her around. She has tasted me, now I want to taste her. She lowers herself over my face and I can smell her essence and see she is very wet for me. I softly kiss the insides of her thighs and breathe a long hot breath over her pussy. She lets out a loud moan of approval and I know it is time for me to dive in. I flick my tongue over her swollen clit very sharply, teasing her. Gradually, my tongue strokes become longer and deeper. She is in a frenzy and opens her mouth to take in as much of my cock as she can. Her suction is very tight and it swells inside her mouth. I lap at her pussy like a thirsty dog and her juices run over my tongue and around my mouth. The aura of our passion fills the room, making it feel like it is 100 degrees. Both of us so satisfied yet wanting so much more. She withdraws from my face and takes my rock hard cock in her hand. She positions it just how she wants it and with her bum facing me, she lowers herself on it slowly, making sure to uses it to tease her pussy (and my cock) a little before she puts it inside. Once all the way in, she grinds herself upon it. I lurch up arching my back but as she lowers herself down on my cock, it forces me down flat on my back again. She pants and moans, louder as she quickens the pace with each stroke. Just when it feels like I am going to explode, she hops off of me and puts my cock in her mouth, sucking it for a moment or two. She comes over and kisses me deep on the mouth, our tongues meeting inside. Now it is my turn to get on top. I pull myself up grab her shoulders and throw her on to her back. She is surprised by my sudden forcefulness, but it turns her on even more. I get on top of her and kiss her deeply. I break my mouth from hers and grab my cock and position it just before her dripping pussy. I tease her clit for a bit, rubbing the head of my cock all over it. "No, take me now," she pleads as she squirms with delight. Slowly, I ease my cock inside of her. Her hungry pussy engulfs it and swallows it all the way to the hilt. She moans and tilts her head back and like a crazed animal. I open my mouth and bite savagely into her exposed neck. She yelps with surprise at first but her noises subside into almost a purr of pleasure as my teeth dig deeper. At this point she is totally submissive to me as I pump myself inside of her. Her pussy slowly squeezes my cock as it expands inside, signalling our impending orgasms. I withdraw my teeth from her neck and see the visible bite mark that remains. Seeing it makes me even hornier as I know now I have marked my mate. "Give me, my boy," she screams. "Fill me with your cum." She tightens around me and I feel the warmth of her fluids as she cums all over my cock. Feeling the sensation is too much for me as I shoot my cum deep inside of her in turn. I collapse on top of her, both of us panting from the wave of our orgasms. She kisses my ear softly and playfully nibbles on it. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm my angel," she purrs contently. I kiss her mouth softly in response. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm my goddess," I reply as we continue soft, post-coital kisses. The rest of the day we spend in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, with a few more rounds in between. Later that evening, we go out for dinner. She puts on a tight red skirt for me. This sets the table for another night of passion. But that is another story. The Hotel Room In the year 2003, my mother and her group of spiritualist friends received an invitation to attend a conference in India. Since my sister and I had ever been to the East before, she decided to take us along. I was 23 at the time and my sister, Alice, was 18. Diane, our mother, was a 46 years old divorcee, she left our father 10 years ago and had never been with any man ever since, at least none that we knew of. We went to India in a group of ten people. Besides us three, there were three couples and one old lady, all from my mother's spiritual group. Among them there was Tom, my mother's good friend, and his wife. We were to stay in a cheap hotel for two weeks, close by the conference venue. Diane and Alice shared a double room, while I was given a single room next to theirs. There was a internal door that connected our two rooms, which allowed my sister to spend more time in my room planning our trip while our mother was busy with her spiritual movement. The first two days went by smoothly. Diane would leave for the conference early morning at around 9 am, while Alice and I would spend the day walking around Bangalore, visiting gardens and malls. In the evening, our mother would come back to the hotel and we would go out for dinner. Back to the hotel, my sister would spend some time talking with me before setting off to bed with our mother. On the third day, I told Alice that I wanted to try some Indian weeds. At home, we used to smoke together; we both preferred getting high over getting drunk. She rejoiced at the idea, for it sounded like an exciting adventure to look for weeds in a foreign country. That morning we waited for Diane to leave before we set off on our quest. It took us a few hours, of awkwardly asking taxi drivers and weird-looking strangers on the streets, to finally find a man willing to sell us weeds. The price was amazingly low; we were able to get a whole bag full for just a couple of Euros. We hurried to the hotel, eager to try our new merchandise. At around noon, we reached our hotel room. I removed my jacket and shoes, while my sister jumped on the bed and lit a cigarette. I took the rolling paper out of my bag, and began grinding the weeds. Alice watched as I began rolling. When I was done, I handed her the joint. She put her cigarette out, lit the blunt, took two deep puffs and she handed it to me. When we were done with our first joint, I lit a cigarette. Sitting on the chair I gazed blankly at my sister. She was wearing a small pink top and a jeans short-skirt. She was a bit shorter than myself and had a nice slender figure. Her hair was long and dark, hanging loosely over her shoulders. Her dark eyes met mine; I could tell that she was just as high as I was. We remained silent, looking at each other. Her rosy lips slowly parted to greet my gaze with a gentle smile. My eyes strayed away from her face and hovered over her neck, down to her cleavage, focusing on her breasts, outlining her perking nipples through her top. Her breasts were small and pointy; she seldom needed to wear a bra. Before my eyes could stray any further, we suddenly heard the door of the room next door open. My sister jumped out of bed and signalled me to hide the weeds. She checked herself in the mirror quickly but then stopped and turned to face me with her fingers on her lips. We listened in silence. It seemed that our mother was not alone in the room. My sister's mouth dropped, she covered it with her hand. Our mother had brought a man to her hotel room. We tiptoed to the internal door, making sure it was locked from our side. We then knelt down and peeked through the keyhole. Our mother was with Tom, her friend. Diane was pressed against the wardrobe while Tom was kissing her lips and neck, and groping at her breasts through her white blouse. She seemed a bit reluctant and tried feebly to resist him. "Wait, Tom. What about your wife?" she whispered in his ears, while he buried his face in her cleavage. "She won't know, she is having lunch with the group." "I dunno if we should do this." "We both know how much you want it. How long has it been for you?" he stopped briefly to enquire. "Very long, you know it. I haven't been with any man since the divorce." "Then stop fighting it. I am tired of you telling me how much you are struggling to suppress your sexual desires. I can't stop thinking about you." Tom kissed our mother on the lips, while his hand dropped to her waist and down to the rim of her knee-length skirt. He pulled it half-way up and glided his hand inside her panties and started playing with her pussy. Alice and I turned to face each other, speechless, while our mother moaned softly in the room next door. The internal door was directly in front of the bed. Resuming our peeping, we could see Tom sitting on the edge of the bed, unzipping his pants and pulling it down. He took his cock out while our mother knelt before him. He started stroking himself to get his cock to harden. Our mother took over the task. She confidently seized his cock in her left hand and began stroking it slowly before bringing her mouth to it. We watched as our mother's red lips slid down his cock and began sucking him hungrily. Tom held her head, holding her dark curly hair together. Her dark eyes looked at him intensely as she took the cock out of her mouth and began licking the head and wiped the dripping pre-cum off her lips with her tongue. When she smiled viciously at him, her face wrinkled slightly. She then stroke him again with her left hand, while she unbuttoned her blouse with her other hand. She squeezed her tits out of her beige bra. Her breasts were droopy and sagging, but full and rounded around her big dark nipples, surrounded by large aureoles. She cupped the pendulous flesh with both hands, pinching her own nipples and bringing them to her mouth, teasing them with the tip of her tongue. She moved closer to him and sandwiched his cock between her breasts, stroking it harder. "Do you like them?" she asked, teasingly. "I know how you've been eyeing them since the day we met." "God, yes," he moaned. "Are you hard enough to fuck me now?" Alice and I were breathing heavily. I was utterly aroused, so was Alice, undoubtedly. Seeing our mother sucking cock and using such foul language was beyond our wildest imagination. We watched as Diane stood up and removed her bra and blouse. She then unhooked her skirt and let it drop to her ankles. She looked at Tom and smiled. She was wearing a pair of purple cotton panties. We could see her pubic hairs all around her underwear, creeping almost up to her belly. We never imagined our mother was so hairy. She slowly pulled the panties down to her ankles, and stood there before Tom in her nakedness. Her figure was quite good for a woman her age. She was skinny and slim, and slightly wrinkled. Her pussy was covered by a dark dense bush. She stepped out of her shoes and the pile around her ankles, and moved to the bed, where Tom was also removing his clothes. She stood in front of him, allowing him a closer look at her pussy. "I'm sorry I didn't shave. I couldn't know we would be doing this." "It's ok, I love your hairy pussy." "How is your wife's?" she asked, competitively. "She trims, but I love yours better. Charlotte never allows me to go down on her." "That condescending bitch. Come, eat me. Eat all you want. Look how wet my pussy is for you." Diane spread her legs slightly, allowing Tom to bury his face between her legs and eat her. She grabbed his head by the hair and pulled his face harder on her, suffocating him on her wet hairy pussy, till she cummed on his face, moaning loudly. Our mother then hugged Tom, pressing his face on her breasts, leaning on him, slowly pushing him down on the bed on his back. She grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it roughly on her pussy, pressing it inside her hairy vagina. Her face contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he penetrated her. She started moving her hips, riding him slowly at first, before picking the pace and going faster. She leaned backwards, holding on to his knees, and spreading herself widely in front of him. We watched as his cock went in and out of our mother's hairy vagina. We could see her protruding dark pussy lips stretch each time his cock went in and her pink swollen clitoris dripping with pre-cum and saliva. "Do you like my cock inside you?" he asked. "Oh yes, my old pussy was dying for a cock," she replied between her soft moans. "Does your wife ever fuck you like this?" She began moving her hips frantically, showing him how expertly she could ride him. "No. No one fucks like you. I knew you were such a horny slut the moment I saw you." "Do you know what else this horny slut wants?" "You tell me." "I wanna you to take me up the ass" Diane replied, biting her lips. We saw our mother getting up from over him and kneeling on the edge on the bed on all fours. From our position, we could see her face directly. Tom placed himself behind her and stuck a finger in her arse. He then spat on it, and began rubbing his cock over her asshole. In one deep thrust, he sodomised her. We could see our mother's facial expressing twist over the pain. She made an odd coarse sound, moaning like a wounded animal. After a few deep thrusts, Tom grabbed her by the ass cheeks and began fucking her ass rhythmically. We could see her pendulous breasts sagging and rocking with each thrust. It did not take him very long to cum inside her, giving our mother a cream-pie arse. After they were done, they quickly tidied the room. Diane did not even have time to clean herself up in the bathroom. She just put her clothes back on and tied her hair into a tight ponytail. Tom was in a hurry to go back to his wife and the group before anyone noticed their absence. "Ain't you gonna clean up?" he asked her. "No. I wanna have your cum drip down my ass and legs when I talk to you and Charlotte," she teased. They both exited the room, leaving my sister and I agape. We remained silent for a moment. Alice was shaking when she got up from our kneeling position and went to sit on the bed. I sat on the chair facing her. "I can't believe what we just saw," she said, breaking the silence. "Yeah, I never would have imagined mom was like this," I replied. "Did you see how hairy she is?" "Can you believe it!?" Alice said, smiling. " Dan ..." "Yeah?" I replied, nonchalantly. "Does mother ever turn you on? Be honest. I know she does, when we were younger I often caught you peeking at her." I took a moment before cautiously saying, "Yeah. She does. I guess it's normal. She is the first female body I was exposed to." "Are you turned on right now?" "Yeah ... how about you?" "Very," my sister replied, biting her lips. She looked at me in the eyes and went on, "And what about me? Did I ever turn you on?" Waiting for an answer from my part, Alice tilted backward on the bed, leaning on her elbows, and slowly spread her legs. I could see under her short-skirt, she was wearing a pair of green panties. "Yeah. You do turn me on. And the fact that you're my little sister even more." I could feel my cock swell inside my pants, cramping under the weight of my clothes. "I know, Dan. I saw you looking at me. Like when you pretend to read the papers when I am watching TV in front of you. I know how much you like looking under my skirt. Do you ever masturbate thinking of me?" "Yeah, all the time. And you, do you play with yourself thinking of your brother?" "Each time I caught you peeking at me I wished I could masturbate right there in front of you." Alice hesitantly spread her legs wider, exposing her panties covered pussy to me. She then brought her hand under her skirt and began to slowly rub herself across her underwear. "Dan, do you wanna see my pussy?" I nod in response. My sister leisurely removed her green panties. Her pussy was bald, a great contrast with our mother's. Unlike the latter's, her labial lips did not protrude externally. Her vagina seemed tender and rosy. I unzipped my pants, took my cock out, and slowly began stroking it. Alice's eyes widened at the sight of my cock. She also started playing with herself, rubbing her swollen clit with her fingers. I could see how wet she was. Her pussy was glistening with her juices leaving a damp spot on the mattress. I removed my clothes completely, moved close to her and knelt. She spread her legs wide and allowed me a full view of her young pussy. The smell was invigorating my cock. I brought my mouth to her wet pussy and took a long deep mouthful of her juices. The taste was divine. I then started licking her pussy lips, and inserting my tongue inside her, slithering all the way up to her clitoris, circling it with the tip of my tongue. She cummed almost instantly, contracting her whole body. While she was still panting after the orgasm, I climbed over her and placed my cock over her pussy. I rubbed it along her pussy lips. The entrance to her vagina was so small and tight. I placed the head of my cock over it and gently pressed it inside. My sister grasped at my shoulders with both hands while her face contorted with pain. I kept moving inside her, very gently, allowing her vagina time to adapt to the insertion. Once I was all the way in, I slowly pulled back. The contraction of her vagina was so intense that I could feel the walls inside her clenched around my cock. Alice tried to push me away, to avoid the discomfort. I gently seized her hands, pinned them down to the bed and resumed penetrating her. After a few thrusts she was lubricated enough and I started feeling the grip around my cock loosened as it started gliding in and out with more ease. My sister looked at me in the eyes, staring intently at each other, while we fucked sinfully. After a while, I removed my cock from her pussy and climbed up to her face and shoved my cock over my little sister's mouth. Her eyes opened wide at the sight of it. She reluctantly opened her cute little mouth and took it all inside her throat, gagging. She then grabbed my cock with her hand and began sucking on it with her rosy lips around it. Then she took it out of her mouth and began stroking it with her hand until I cummed all over her angelic face. Afterwards we both got off the bed. She went to the bathroom to clean herself up while I sat in bed and rolled another joint. My sister came back from the bathroom and sat next to me, and we both smoked. We did not feel any guilt or shame over what just happened, neither did we feel like talking about it. We simply felt relieved, like a barrier had been lifted between us. In fact, I never felt closer to her as a brother before that very moment. The Hotel Room It was all planned out. She had checked into the motel at noon on her way to turn in time sheets at the downtown office where he worked. She would give him the second key card in an interoffice envelope. No one would suspect a thing. At three she would leave work for the made up doctor's appointment and head over to the motel. He asked her to draw the curtains, lock the door, undress completely and lay naked under the covers as if she were asleep. She planned to do as she was told. When he opened the envelope he carefully pulled out the key card and a slip of paper with the number 235 written on it. He stuffed them both into his back pocket. At four he went in to tell his boss that his wife had just called and she needed to be picked up from work early. Of course she let him go. He headed out of the office, down to his car and drove directly to the motel on the interstate. It was a slightly sleazy motel, which was specifically why they had chosen it. He parked, made his way to the stairs and went up to the second floor. He found room 235 and inserted the key card. The green light flashed and when he tried the door handle it turned. He quietly entered the darkened room. She had left a light on in the bathroom, like he had told her to, which let just enough light spill into the room so that he could make out her form in the bed. He undressed quickly. As his eyes adjusted he made his way over to the bed. On the bedside table there was the lube, as well as the two large dildos he had asked her to bring. He gently pulled back the covers to find her completely naked. How he had waited for this day. She was on her back, legs slightly spread and her eyes were hidden by a sleep mask, another thing she got right. He was so pleased with her as he studied her small neck, her full breasts, her surprisingly narrow waist, her round soft belly and her perfectly shaved peach of a pussy. Her thick thighs were creamy smooth, as he pushed them apart. She moaned slightly, but he couldn't tell if she was asleep or just playing at it really well. He suddenly wanted to fuck her, very badly. His growing cock was pressuring him to do it right away, but he had a plan and would not be manipulated by his member, at least not yet. He bowed over her velvety cunt, pressing her thighs further apart. He licked softly at first, wiggling his tongue into her soft folds, until he found her little hard clit. He latched onto it with his lips and sucked, he felt her body tense, but she made no noise except for a sudden intake of breath. He decided he better tie her hands anyway. He climbed over her, opening the bedside table drawer. He pulled out the scarf he had told her to put there. He bound her hands carefully as if he was actually trying not to wake her up. Then he returned to her mound. He felt free to be more exuberant now, knowing she wouldn't be able to fight him off, even if she wanted to. He buried his face in her pussy, plunging his tongue as deep as he could, tasting how honey sweet she was. Clearly awake now she started to buck against him, acting surprised to find him there in the dark. She flailed around acting as if she wanted him to stop, but she didn't close her legs. He slid two fingers inside her and sucked at her clit. He finger fucked her pussy and sucked her till he felt her tighten and gush. A moan escaped from her lips. He sat up on his knees, surveying her body once again. She was still struggling against her bindings a bit, but she seemed to have calmed somewhat. She started to close her legs and her defiance excited him. He grabbed her behind each knee and thrust her legs wide open. He moved forward on the mattress and let his cock bump into her. She was so warm there and wet. He lay down on top of her, intentionally not letting his cock slide in yet, but grinding it up and down against her slippery pussy. His cock had an agenda of its own and it quickly sought out her entrance, which was open and slippery enough for it to easily attempt an assault. She began to struggle, as she felt him start to enter her. "Please, no." She whispered. His hand shot out and covered her mouth. They had agreed not to talk and he had no intention of breaking that vow. Her fear, real or pretend, heated him up. He needed to be inside of her immediately. With one hand still covering her mouth, he reached between her legs with the other and rubbed her swollen clit. He began to push his hardness inside. She was wet and open, but somewhat tighter than he had expected. That was okay, he thought, by the end of the evening he would have her opened up. He slid in and out, resting his weight on her and letting himself get lost in the pleasure of her pussy. He stopped himself before things went too far. He wanted to fuck her mouth. The mouth his hand was covering. He wanted to press the head of his hard cock against those pretty soft lips on which she often wore pink gloss. He had watched her, after one of their business luncheons, carefully applying it to her lips. He wanted to feel how wet it was inside, inside that mouth that he couldn't help but get lost in when she talked at the office or in meetings. How was he supposed to take the meeting minutes when every time she talked, all he could think about was putting his dick in there? She had asked him not to. "Nothing on or in the mouth," she had said. "No kissing, no blowjobs, at least not the first time and then we can go from there." He had agreed. While she had said these things to him all he could think about was fucking her mouth, but a promise was a promise. So far she had pretty much done everything he had asked and he certainly didn't want to screw things up now. He pulled out of her pussy and grabbed a couple of pillows off the bed. He slipped them under her lower back, lifting her ass up off the bed so that he could get a good look at the other hole he wanted to fuck. It was as pretty and pink as the rest of her. He grabbed the lube off the bedside table, knowing he would need it if he was going to get his big dick into that little hole. He had no intention of retreating. He poured lube onto her pussy and watched it drip down the crack of her ass. He reached over for one of the dildos on the table and started it vibrating slightly. He rubbed it over her hard clit and pushed it into her pussy. She strained against the scarf binding her hands and moaned. He slowly slid it in and out of her pussy several times and then, pulling it out, he slowly slid it down to her ass. He pressed the buzzing tip against her pink pucker. It was tightly closed, but as he pressed a little harder he watched the dildo start to slip in slightly. He persevered and once he made it past those first couple of inches, he was able to slide it right in. He pulled it out, added more lube and thrust it back in. He turned up the vibration and held it in place in her ass as he slid his cock back into her pussy. It felt so fucking good. He could feel the vibration all around him. It was like he had entered a pocket of vibrating satin. By her quiet moans, he could tell she was starting to enjoy it. He pulled the dildo out of her ass and reached for the fresh one still on the table. He set it down next to him on the bed. As he began to press the fat head of his cock against her ass, he had to show real restraint not to jam it into her quickly. He inched his way in, knowing that once he had the head all the way in it would be easier. He worried she might protest if he wasn't careful enough with the first part. He knew it would be the first time for her. She had only agreed to let him put it in her ass if he promised he would be gentle, "at least at first." She had smiled when she said this. He was in and god it felt good. Her ass was so fucking tight, it made him want to explode, but he knew he needed to wait. He grabbed the other dildo and crammed it into her pussy. He let his dick pull almost all the way out of her ass and then he shoved it back in roughly. She let out a yelp, but didn't try to get away. He took this as an indication that he could fuck her ass with abandon and he did. He kept the vibrating dildo inside her pussy and began slamming his hard cock in and out of her ass. Still buried in her ass, he reached up and unhooked the scarf from the head board. With her hands free of the bed, but still tied together, he pulled out and turned her over, dragging her to the side of the bed and letting her feet fall almost to the floor. With her bent over the side of the bed, he stood behind her stroking his cock and looking at her big round ass. Naked with her ass up in the air, she looked helplessly vulnerable. He liked seeing her that way for a change. The dildo had fallen out of her pussy and was wildly buzzing on the bed. He replaced it and then he spread her ass cheeks with his big hands. He liked the way his hands looked on her. He placed the head of his cock on its mark, pushing gently at first. As he felt her start to give he shoved it fast right up her ass again. Fucking her hard and rough, he was slamming her into the bed. She was limp, relaxed and open now. He repeatedly pulled all the way out of her, sometimes stopping to squirt more lube on her pucker and then cramming his fat dick in again. With her face buried in the bed sheets, he could hear her muffled whimpering and it just made him want to fuck her deeper and harder. Finally he blew his wad, way up inside her ass. She lay exhausted and still recovering as he showered and got dressed. He untied her hands right before he walked out the door. On Monday, they acted as if nothing had changed. The Hotel Room Note: I've been reading Literotica stories for years, but this is my first submission. I hope you enjoy. I had been single for a few weeks when I met him on-line. I guess should tell you a little about myself. I'm an average looking guy with an average sized cock. I work in an office for a beer distributor (we're the ones who get the beer into the trucks and to the stores every day). I work out four evenings a week and I'm bi. I consider myself more straight than bi, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy playing with guys. My last girl friend and I had broken up after I refused to pay another traffic ticket for her. Technically, she dumped me, but really, I felt like I won that one. She was really irresponsible with money and I don't make enough to pay her tickets. So, I met him on-line. I had reactivated some on-line dating profiles of mine and was bored one night when I heard the tell-tale ping that said I had a chat invite. Both of our profile names were pretty vague. My profile picture was one of me on my motorcycle. His was his cock. I never understood how guys picked up girls with cock shots, but then: I'm not a girl. If you've never been in an on-line conversation on a dating or hook up site, they're all basically the same. You exchange greetings, make one or two lines of small talk and then somebody (usually the person who initiates the chat) gets down to brass tacks. Sure enough after a little 'Hi, howya doin?' the question popped up on my monitor: "Do you play with guys?" Well, yeah. I told him that I did, but that it had been a while. It had been a while, over a year, in fact, but I probably would have said that even if it hadn't been true. We talked a little bit about what our likes and dislikes and I was getting real hard. This is where it got fun. All it took was a "Damn, wish you were sucking me right now." from him and we were launched into cyber sex. I like cyber sex, I really do. It beats jacking off alone. We sex-chatted for more than a half an hour talking about sucking him off and stroking me and whether or not I'd be able to take his cock all the way in my ass. I asked when he was free and of course, this was where he it got complicated: he was married and didn't have time to play. The conversation basically ended there. I had a roommate and I'm not comfortable hosting men, so I didn't invite him over. Despite that, we kept chatting. The cyber was great and I really wanted to meet him. I got lucky because just a few weeks later he messaged me that he could meet. He was going to a conference, but would actually be back a day earlier than his wife expected. He'd meet me at the hotel at the airport, if I was serious. I got to the hotel just before dark. I had come from the gym. I always work out after work and I was planning to shower at the hotel. He had e-mailed me the room number so I went right up. I hadn't met a guy in a long time and I was horny. I was still in my gym clothes and I was worried that my boner might have been noticeable to the receptionist or anyone in the lobby. I went to the room and knocked. It felt like forever before the door opened, but when it did I felt my heart skip, Not from love, but just from the excitement. He was taller than me and in better shape. He was a black guy. I'd never met a black guy before. He was clean shaven and wearing only a pair of boxers and a white tank top. "Come on in." I stepped in the room and at first I thought there were other people with us. I heard the sounds of sex: people moaning and gasping, but then I realized that he had set up his laptop and was watching some porn. "Hi." I said, a little nervously. "Hey." He moved over to the bed and motioned me over. "Should I grab my shower?" I asked. "Later, come here." he said. His voice had a lot of authority in it and I did what I was told. While I was walking over he slipped his boxers off and sat on the bed. He was already getting hard and I did what came naturally to me. I got on my knees in front of him. I started by kissing the tip of his cock. I could hear him snort or chuckle with amusement when I did that, but then I opened my mouth and got to work. His cock and balls were clean shaven as well and I licked all the way from his balls to the tip of his now fully hard cock. I ran my tongue around the tip a few times and then took him in my mouth. I started sucked and moved slowly down the shaft. His cock was bigger than mine. He had to have been around 7 inches long and thick, too. I felt him run a hand through my hair while I did that. He wasn't forcing me downward, just showing his approval. It took some work but I got my nose to his belly and sucked several times. I felt that I was about to gag, so I backed off. With his cock out of my mouth, I started licking his balls and stroking his cock. I hadn't noticed, but at some point he had taken his top off, so he was fully nude. "Mmmmm...." he was moaning a deep, resonating moan. He had also turned his attention back to the porn. He was watching lesbian porn. I'm a fan of lesbian porn, too, but I had to admit it was funny. Two guys screwing around in a hotel room watching lesbian porn. While my mouth was still off his cock he reached down and started tugging at the collar of my shirt. He and I pulled it off and then I was back down on his cock. I licked the shaft several times and then worked up some extra spit before taking him into my mouth again. After sucking on him for another minute he stood up and pulled away from me. He brought me up off of my knees and then laid me down on the bed. I was laying on my back with my head hanging off the side of the bed. "Time for a good dicking." He slowly slid his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I wanted it so bad. He started slowly fucking my mouth and pushing his cock deeper and deeper. His balls were right in my face. After he was done with that he slowly pulled his cock out of my throat. He sat me up and sat down next to me and kissed me. I have to admit that when I see a guy I'm not thinking about kissing and even the first time it had ever happened, I was a little uncomfortable with it, but it is such a turn on for me to give another man power over me. That's what kissing is to me. I was rock hard, not from the kiss itself, but from this man, who was bigger and stronger and confident and could do anything that he wanted. It was a weird thought, but I knew that if I had changed my mind and decided that I wanted to leave at that moment: he could have stopped me. He pushed his tongue inside my mouth and let it explore a little. I met his tongue with mine and they duelled for a minute. While we were kissing his hand crept down into my shorts. I felt lightning when he touched my cock. I swear, I'm surprised I didn't cum on the spot. I couldn't have hid my excitement if I had wanted too and immediately began moaning and cooing like a porn star. It's funny too, because I even moan in a higher pitch when I'm with a man. If someone had heard us one room over they'd have probably thought I was a girl. He stroked my cock a few times and then pulled my shorts off so I was naked, too. He laid me on my back and climbed on top of me so that we were in the 69 position. His cock was already in my mouth and I was working to take and keep it all in. He started playing with my cock, but more in a teasing manner. He'd lick it once or twice and play with my balls and then he's suck it, but just for a minute. All the while I was working hard on his cock. I had to take it out of my mouth for a minute, but while it was out I was stroking him and licking his balls the whole time. Then it went right back in and I went right back to sucking him off. After a few more minutes he climbed off of me and led me over to the small table. He pulled out the chair and bent me over it. "You're gonna use a condom, right daddy?" I asked. "Yeah, bitch. I am." I could see that he had a bottle of lube and a few condoms, but I always ask. He started with the lube and put a few drops on his fingers. After a second I could feel him rubbing it on my asshole. "How long since you been fucked?" "It's been so long, daddy. It's been so long." I felt him pressing a finger into my ass. He pumped it a few times and then added a second one. "You like that, bitch?" "Yes, daddy." It felt great. I have a really sensitive anus so any kind of ass play gets me rock hard and there's nothing I like better than being pressed up against something with my own rock hard cock against my belly while someone plays with my ass. After he played with my ass for a minute he spanked me: hard. I cried out and he told me: "Shut up, slut." "Yes, daddy." "Listen, bitch. You made me wait three weeks to fuck you, so you've got to pay, alright?" "mmm, yes daddy." "Good, bitch. Now I'm going to spank you and you're going to count along." "Yes, daddy." He spanked me 15 good times and I counted out each one. "one, daddy. Two, daddy." etc. When he was done, I felt something between my ass cheeks. It was his cock. He wasn't penetrating me. He was just rubbing it in between my cheeks and up against my anus. "You like this?" "Ooooh, yes, daddy." "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes, oh, yesss, daddy." "Beg me, whore." "Please fuck me, daddy. Please fuck me." While I begged, I was pushing back against his cock. "I don't know, you've been a bad, girl." "I'm sorry, daddy. I know I've been bad, but I'm so sorry. Please." "Please, what?" "Please, fuck me. Please, please fuck me, daddy." He pushed forward, I pushed back, and his cock slid into my ass. It was still a little painful at the tip, but the lube had done its work. He started out slowly pumping me while I was grinding back against him. It felt so good, I was moaning loud and non-stop at this point. It was like the only words I knew in any language were: 'Oh', 'mmm', 'yes', and 'daddy'. For his part, he was giving me a lot of 'that's right bitch' and 'take it', which I love to hear. He fucked me hard for a few minutes against that chair, but then he stopped and slowly pulled it out. "mmm? Daddy?" I asked. He pulled me away from the chair and pulled the chair out. Then, he sat in it and pulled me down to sit on his lap. I lowered myself slowly onto his cock. His hands were on my waist, guiding me and giving a little support. I started slowly up and down, but began bucking faster and faster. I was moaning hard and so was he. I was covered in sweat and kind of wished that I had skipped the gym that day. After a few minutes of that he pushed me firmly away and put me on the bed. He put a pillow under my belly to help support me and then he was rubbing his cock against my anus again. "You want me to finish?" "Mmmm, yes daddy." "Beg me, bitch." "Please, daddy. Please fuck me." "Back up, whore." I pushed myself back and he guided his cock into me again. Then he was pumping again. This time, while he was pumping he also reached around and started stroking my cock. I was screaming now. Screaming for the gods. The way he timed both his thrusts and strokes was perfect. I felt him gasp and buck hard. Then, he came in me and I came on the bed. "Did you like that, bitch?" "I loved it, daddy." "Yeah, that's right." he said. Then, he slapped my ass and rolled me onto my side, curling up behind me with his arms around me. In retrospect, I must have been out of my mind because he never stopped to put on a condom. The Hotel Room The Hotel Room, Part 1 We meet in the underground parking of the hotel, our cars occupying neighbouring parking spots in the lowest level and deepest farthest corner of the garage. You were already there as I pulled in beside you, following your instructions i drive straight into the space, the driver's sides of our vehicles next to one another. As w both open our doors they screen us in case anyone drives though this corner of the garage. I look you up and down, admiring the professional cut of the navy blue skirt and jacket business suit you wear over a crisp white blouse, smoky grey stockings and your black pumps with the leather roses over the toe caps. I'm in a simple pair of khakis with a loose short-sleeved shirt over it, casual compared to your business professional attire. Stepping toward you between the open vehicle doors, I lean down and kiss you, our tongues slide across each others and my hand slide down to cradle your sexy ass. Your hands slide up to my chest, I feel your palms slide across my nipples as you gently push me back. You softly catch and squeeze my nipple with your thumbs and fingertips. “Such an obedient cum slut, aren't you?” you say with a smile as your tease my nipples. “Mmmm, yes ma'am,” I whisper. One of your hands slides down and cups my crotch. I feel your fingers close on the cage covering my cock. I moan softly and our eyes meet, you smile and I moan again as you lift the key on its leather thong from between your breasts and slide it between your lips, “Too bad it's not your cock, isn't it,” you say with a mischievous gleam in your eye, “if you behave I'll unlock it tonight and milk it dry.” “Mmmm,” I murmur at the thought, you've been teasing me for a week while you planned this night. “But, we need to get upstairs,” you say as you start to turn away. “Wait,” I say and this time my hands slide over your breasts, stroking your nipples through your blouse and bra. “Give me your panties, “ I say quietly. “Here?” you ask. “Yes, now, give me your panties. Cock sluts don't wear panties when they want to be fucked.” 'Oh God,” you whisper, “ I need to be fucked so badly.” I watch as you reach down and raise your skirt. Your fingers grasp the sides of your panties and you pull them down, lifting each foot and sexy shoe to slide them off completely. You put them in my outstretched hand and I raise them to my nose and inhale the scent of your arousal. I smile as I slide them into the toybag I grab from the seat of my vehicle, tucking the panties into a side pocket as you grab your own bag and the two doors close one after the other. As we walk to the elevator you hand me a key card and tell me the room number on the top floor that we are headed for. “You'll be waiting there for me,” you say as we cross the garage, “and I'll be with him in the room next door.” As the elevator door closes, I push you gently into a corner. “Take off your bra,” I say in a quiet firm voice. “But …,” you begin. “Now, cock slut.” You maintain eye contact as you quickly reach up under your jacket to unhook your bra. Reaching into each side of the jacket and then up each sleeve you slide the should straps off your arms. Finally you open your blouse to the waist to draw out the bra and hand it to me. Luckily for your comfort level, the elevator hasn't stopped on any intermediate floor. I slide the bra into the bag I carry. “No,” I say as you start to refasten the buttons on your blouse, “leave them undone.” With a sultry mile you straighten up, you shoulder back, tempting the blouse to spread wider as I watch, as you imagine others seeing you like this. Holding you in the corner of the elevator, I lean in to kiss you again, my tongue fucking your open lips. My fingers grasp your nipples, now covered lonely by the fabric of your blouse. My lips cover your mouth, muffling your moan as I pinch your nipples. I smile and step back as our kiss breaks. “Such a horny cock slut under that professional exterior, aren't you?” I ask. “So true,” you agree, “and you're just a dripping cum slut who will do whatever I say, aren't you Michael/” “Yes ma'am,” I whisper obediently as I feel you fingers slide over my nipples again while the elevator doors open. You brush past me boldly, not caring if someone sees your exposed cleavage. Your blouse spreads as you move forward, heading to the room you have booked for us. At the door you stand there. I watch you raise a hand to stroke you own nipple through the open front of your blouse as you wait for me to open the door. When I push it open you walk inside and stand at the foot of the bed. “Get in here slut,” you announce clearly. I am surprised by your commanding tone and glance quickly up and down the hall to see if anyone over heard you. Stepping in, I let the door swing shut behind me as I approach you. I can't help but notice that he bed has a few pillows half-way up the mattress, and our four bondage straps at each corner rest on the mattress. I start to reach for you beasts again, but you push away my hands. “Strip,” you say, in a tone that brooks no argument. Sensing you desire to take control I quietly and obediently peel off my clothing. Shirt, pants, and socks are removed, and I place them on a nearby chair here I have slid my shoes under the seat. I stand before you naked. I moan as your hands tease my nipples again, and your lips curve in a smile as they harden for you. I moan again as your hand slides down to cradle my smoothly shaved balls under the cock cage. Your hand tightens as you give me a bright smile. “Remember cums slut, if you behave, the cage comes off and I'll milk this cock dry tonight.” “Yes ma'am,” I moan. “Get on the bed, slut,” you order, “face up.” Obediently I crawl onto the bed, you guide me into the centre of the mattress, the firm pillow under my hips. I bite my lips as you quickly stretch out each of my arms and legs, clipping a soft woven pet collar around each wrist and ankle as a manacle, and clipping the d-rings to the straps from the corners of the bed frame. You tighten them just enough to hold me firm without straining the muscles of my limbs and smile as I struggle gently to get comfortable. You tweak my nipples and then take the leather thong from around your neck. I watch the key appear from your open blouse and cleavage I moan as you unlock and disassemble the cage. You hand teases my cock to hardness and then leaves it like that, throbbing and dripping. I watch as you stand by the bed and open the bag you brought into the room. With a smile you drop the speaker half of a baby monitor on the bed and plug in a set of earphones, before you slide them over my ears you explain their purpose. “These will let you listen while I ride that big hard cock in the next room,” you tell me, “I hope what you hear keeps that cock hard and dripping for me, because I'll be coming back to ride it and your slut tongue sweetie.” “Yes ma'am,” I moan as the fullness of your plans for the evening become clear. The blindfold leaves me in darkness as I hear the door close behind you. The next thing I hear, through the earphones, is your knocking that the monitor you carry picks up as you go to see your dominant lover and his big cock. The Hotel Room, Part 2 My imagination works to fill in the details between the sounds I hear. The knock, the sounds of the door latch, and then a deep voice. “Get in here slut.” “Yes ... sir,” you reply, the second word almost hesitant. “Strip slut.” I picture you sliding your suit jacket from your shoulder, placing it neatly on a nearby chair as he watches. Then your shoes, your skirt. “Stop,” his voice says, “leave the thigh highs and your blouse on, keep it unbuttoned. If they soak up any cum you can wear them home like that.” “Yes sir,” you answer quietly, politely, his dominant presence quickly having and affect on you. “Good girl,” he tells you, “now undress me.” He directs you to start with his shirt, telling you to hang it up so that it won't be wrinkled. Then his pants, he has you kneel to open his belt and fly. You hang then up and return to your kneeling position, waiting for him to tell you to lower his boxers. You lick your lips as you watch his cock moving under the silk, his arousal starting as he enjoys your submission. “Take them down cock slut,” he commands. “Yes sir.” “Do you like looking at my hard cock? Are you think of having it deep in your slut holes tonight? Do you want to touch my hard cock?” “Yes sir,” you moan, “please may I.” “Do you have the cloth measuring tape I told you to bring?” “Yes sir.” “Get it now slut.” I hear the rustling of your big purse opening, louder in my ears since the monitor is sitting just inside the purse. “What is that?” he inquires sharply. “It is a baby monitor sir,” you tell him quickly, nervously. “Do you have someone listening to us?” “Please sir, my slut boy is in the next room, I wanted him to hear me serving you.” “So, he's sitting there stroking himself while you're in here,” his voice rising with anger. “No sir,” you answer quickly, “he's naked, and tied to the bed. He cannot touch himself until I return and untie him.” He laughs, “Well, my cock slut has her own slut boy. Since he's listening, put the monitor over there, we don't want anything blocking his entertainment.” “Now back on your knees slut.” “Measure my cock, press the end of the tape in tight at the base and run it along the top of my cock. Tell me how long it is.” “Eight ...,” your voice says in quiet awe, “Eight and one half inches sir.” “And now wrap my shaft with your tape. How many inches around is it?” “Six and and a half inches sir.” “Just so that you know slut, that means my cock is two inches in diameter, just the right size for filling a cock slut's holes.” The soft moan that thought brings from your lips is clear in my ears. I can only imagine you kneeling there, measuring his hard cock as you think about it in all of your slut holes. “Give me your hand,” he tells you, continuing, “when I let you go back to your bound slut, you'll measure his cock so that both he and you know how he measures up to my hard cock.” What I don't see is him writing on your palm. In permanent marker he neatly letters “STUD 8.5 x 6.5.” Under that he writes “SLUT BOY ___ x ___” “I expect to see a photograph of that hand with the blanks filled in tomorrow morning,” he tells you. “Yes sir.” Next he leads you to one of the comfortable armchairs in the suite, letting you follow him on your knees. He sits on the edge of the seat and leans back, spreading and raising his legs to hook over each wide padded arm. He holds his cock against his stomach. “Lick my balls slut,” he directs you, “I want to feel your slut mouth all over them.” Your reply is muffled as you obediently lower your mouth to his heavy balls, licking and gently sucking them under his supervision. He has you lick them all over, telling you that he will teach you to shave them next time, and you will have a responsibility to shave them before you suck them each time he uses you. Then he has you hold each testicle in your mouth, your jaws wide and your mouth filled by each big ball in turn. “Good girl,” he tells you, “I like that you are such an obedient little cock slut, You must want to feel my cock deep in your pussy so badly. I hope you slut boy is learning from your example” “Now lower, lick me lower, let me feel your tongue.” I bite my lips as I imagine you licking his skin below his balls, lapping at the skin between his thighs. And lower still as he orders it. “Mmmm, such a good cock slut. Get your tongue in there.” I know where you tongue is. My tongue runs around my lips as I recall the last time I did it for you. My cheeks clench with lustful desire as I imagine whet he is feeling from your pretty tongue. “Enough, kneel up, slut,” his orders. “I want to feel your slut mouth on my cock, But I want you to know how it will taste after I fuck you. Get your fingers wet in that dripping pussy and cover the head of my cock with your juices.” I imagine him watching you, as you finger yourself, the dripping juices from your pussy coating your fingers. Then you reach out to take the fat head of his cock in your hand hand, covering it with those sweet juices. “Now,” he orders, “suck my cock. Show me how much you cam get in that slut mouth.” I barely hear you whisper, “Thank you Sir.” “Deeper, he says, “relax and try to take it all.” Your reply is muffled, his thick cock effectively gagging you as you try to get more of his cock into your mouth and throat. “More,” he growls, “I want you to learn how to take all if it. Tonight you will feel all my cock, but soon you will only get as much of my cock in your pussy as you can take in your throat.” My cock twitches as I imagine the effect of his words on you. I know how much you have been waiting to feel his hard cock. So many times you showed me the photos he sent you, keeping them on your phone to tease me with as I licked you and you told me how you were going to enjoy riding his thick cock while I waited for you. “Get up,” he says and go kneel on the bed, I want your ass up for me and your tits on the mattress.” I imagine your lips sliding from his cock, and I wonder how much of his thick shaft you swallowed. Did you leave traces of your slutty red lipstick on the shaft, marking how deep it was in your mouth? In my mind I see you on the bed, kneeling with your legs spread, ankles and feet extending off the mattress so he can step between them and grab your hips to fuck you. It's a position I have seen you in so many times, but most often I have been on my own knees behind you, licking you slowly from behind as you direct me. He moves behind you but not to fuck you right away. First, you feel he thick fingers sliding between your cheeks. Slippery with lube he presses against you tight asshole, sliding one finger deep inside in one smooth strokes. He fucks you with that finger as he asks you how much you like having your ass played with. “Let's try two fingers,” he says, and I know he's describing his actions for me as much as for you. I hear your soft moan as he opens you more, two thick fingers rotating slowly as they fuck you in slow deliberate strokes. “Do you want more slut?” he asks you. Your reply is unintelligible, have moan, half muttered words. The sound of his palm on your ass is much more clear. “Speak clearly when I ask you a question slut.” “Yes sir,” you answer quickly, your voice hoarse with the lust wracking your body, “yes please sire, please fill my ass with more.” “Such a cock-slut, you are,” he laughs, “all you want to it have your holes filled.” “Yes, please, sir.” “I will be fucking your pretty my little cock slut,” he tells you, but first we have to train your ass for my cock, just like we need to train your mouth. Soon all of your holes will be open for my cock any time I want them, and your slut boys' cock won't be enough for you. But don't worry slut, I'll let you keep him as your little toy.” You moan as his fingers plunge back into your slippery asshole. Then moan again as you feel a thicker intrusion. “Relax slut, and take this plug. You will use it every day for an hour to start training for my cock. Next time we meet I will give you another, bigger plug to practice with.” You voice quavers as you thank him for training your ass for his cock. “Good girl,” he says, “now get off the bed and stand up.” You turn to face him and he's sitting on a a wooden chair, his hard cock pointing up at you, the head still wet from your sucking mouth. “Come here, ride my cock.” “Yes sir.” I hear you having your first orgasm as you straddle his thighs and lower yourself on his hard cock. You knees shake, unable to support you as you orgasm and the loss of full support drive him deeper into your dripping pussy. I can hear you groaning, fighting to catch your breath as you exclaim how big he is, how much he is stretching you. “Oh God,” you scream, “I'm cumming again on your beautiful cock.” “Ride my cock slut, ride it like the horny slut you are.” “Yes sir, thank you sir,” you gasp as you rise and fall on his thick cock. At least twice more I listen to you have deep gasping orgasm with that monster cock deep in your pussy. Each time he tells you to keep fucking yourself with him cock. But I can't see the way he roughly massages your breasts, the way he bites your nipples and keep you on the edge of orgasm between those rests of sexual intensity. “Stop,” he orders, “get back on the bed, ass up and face down.” “Yes sir,” you voice weak from the draining exertion of riding his hard cock. Back on your knees, he plays with the plug in your ass, pulling it out, then twisting as he slides it back in. “I want this plug worked deep in your ass, mu little slut, every day.” “Yes sir, I will.” “And tell your cock slut he's to have one the same size in his ass wen you have yours filled.” I moan, unheard by you, and my cock throbs and drips as I hear you promise to ensure that my ass is filled as often and as fully as yours will be for him.” He slides the plug deep again, leaving it there. His hands slide across your ass to your hips. You moan has the fat head of his cock slides against your wet lips. And you cum again as he enters you from behind in one hard fast stroke. He fucks you hard right through your orgasm, and the one that follows it immediately. Again and again, that hard cock rams deep in your dripping pussy. Until he forces it deep, and holds it there. “Slut, do you want my cum?” “Yes please sir, please may this cock slut have your cum.” He grunts as he slams into you again, once, twice, three times, and then his throbbing cock is spurting deep into your pussy, filling you with hot cum. He holds himself deep inside you as his cock starts to soften. Slowly he slides from your pussy. “Hold your lips closed slut, keep that cum in your pussy.” “Yes sir,” I hear you say softly, obediently. “Now lick my cock clean and go see your slut boy. I will tell you when I want your cock-slut services again. Do not forget the photo I require from you.” I won't forget sir,” you tell him as I imagine you moving carefully with one hand tight between your legs and have to lower yourself to lick and suck his cock clean of your mixed juices. He stuffs your clothes into your big purse along with the baby monitor. Hooking your purse over your forearm and putting your key card in your free hand he points toward the door. “You will be hearing from me cock-slut.” “Yes sir, thank you sir,” you respond even as his door closes behind you, leaving you in the hotel hallway, still wearing only your open blouse and your stockings. The Hotel Room, Part 3 The door closes hard as you enter the room, swinging shut automatically as you ignore it and rush in to where I am bound to the bed. My cock throbs and drips as i watch you approach, dripping pre-cum adding to the pudding which has formed on my stomach under the head of my straining cock. The look on your face tell me not to say anything. Flushed, almost frantic, I can see that you've been overcome by your own lustful needs. It's a look I've seen before, an intimate balance of freshly fucked satisfaction and wanton desire for more orgasms, however you can get them. You are still wearing your open blouse and your stockings though each look worse for wear having been through the long hard fucking your lover gave you as I listened. I moan as I see your hand tight between your legs. Your slippery cum-covered fingers are doing their best to hold your lips closed, to keep all his hot cum in your sweet pussy. The Hotel Room Your eyes flash with need. The need to tell me all about his cock and how he used you. Your need to cum again. Your need to know when you will have his hard cock in your slut holes again. Moving with a determined urgency, you drop your purse on the bed beside me and crawl onto the bed, awkwardly with only one free hand to support your movements. I see the wetness on your lips, of your juices and his cum from when you sucked his cock clean after he emptied his balls into you. My lips open, and I moan as you lower your mouth to mine. Your tongue thrusts forward, fucking my mouth as you offer me that first taste of your mixed juices. A deep wet kiss that just seems to go on and on, neither of us wishing to break it. But eventually you do, pulling back just enough to speak. “Oh cum slut, I need your tongue in my pussy. I need to cum on your slur mouth.” “Yes ma'am,” I whisper. I watch as you rise over me, placing one knee on either side of my head. Your fingers keep your lips sealed as they lower to my mouth. I can also see the bright red base of the anal plug he slid into your ass. His direction that I was to be plugged whenever you were echoing in my mind. The base was thick and wide, and i could only imagine how big the shaft was that had your as stretched and filled. But you had a more urgent need and as your cum soaked finger touched my lips you slid them out from between my mouth and your pussy. I moaned deeply, my lips opening as your pussy settled into a hot perverted kiss for your cum slut. I felt your fingers teasing my nipples, encouraging me to service you with my tongue. “Lick me slut,” you groaned sensuously. Needing to please you, I thrust my tongue forward tentatively, now knowing what to expect. Your reaction was immediate, as son as you felt my tongue spreading your lips, delving into the cum-filled interior of your recently fucked pussy, you came. I heard your scream of delight, felt your body stiffen as the orgasm washed over you, and moaned into your pussy as your hands reflexively tightened on my nipples. The contractions of your muscles pushed the cum directly into my mouth, My mouth filled with the mix of cum from your pussy, and I was forced to swallow quickly to keep from having it overflow my mouth and run down my cheeks. You rode my mouth with your pussy your orgasm overwhelmed you. I licked and sucked, the cum and your juices continuing to drip down into my mouth long after the first onslaught. I was truly your cum slut now. The time you have made me lick my own small load from your pussy, or your ass, were just to confirm my obedient. The times you made me lick you in the days after your dates, as you told me how good their cocks felt in your pussy, and I wondered if I was tasting them were only to establish how much we both enjoyed your dominant role over your cum slut. But this was different, this finalized in both our minds exactly what my place was, And it reinforced to me that your place was whatever you chose it to be, and that could change depending on your mood, and who you were with. As the initial rush of lustful licking slowed, I heard your words. You kept telling me I was your “obedient cum slut” and that you would be “feeding me regularly now.” You told me that I would be eating lots of cum for you, however you decided to serve it to me. I licked your pussy deeply as you rode me to another, slightly less intense, orgasm. Slowly you regained control and slid to the side to lay along side my bound body. “I love how well you lick me when you're so horny,” you say with a devious little smile, “I may have to keep you in this condition mush more often.” “Yes ma'am,” I whisper in reply. You move around and bring your face to mine. Now it's your tongue licking the mixed juices of your pussy and your lover's cock from my lips and cheeks. “Did my cum slut like his little treat,” “Very much, thank you.” “Good, because no that I've had that beautiful cock, I'm going to want a lot more of it, so you'll be feeding like that regularly.” “Yes ma'am,” I say quietly, meting your gaze, as my mind processed the implications of that statement. With a broad smile of satisfaction as my acquiescence, the fingers of your right hand slides down my chest, teasing each nipple in passing. They cross my stomach as I anticipate your fingers rapping around my straining cock. But first your fingertips slide into the pool of pre-cum drippings under the head of my cock. “What do we have here,” you say cheerily. You fingers slide around in the puddle, coating themselves with my drippings. Then you bring them up to hover over my mouth. I open my lips obediently, expecting you to feed those drippings to me. Instead, your spread them around my lips. “There,” you say, a good cum slut's lips should always be shiny with cum, don't you think? That way when a lady kisses you, she'll know where that slut mouth has been.” My only answer is a soft moan as I feel your fingertips spreading those juices while you speak. Suddenly you slide off the bed. “We have a few things to take care of slut.” I watch as you rummage in our toybag. The next thing I feel are you well-lubed fingers sliding down between my legs. In quick succession you one, two, three fingers into my ass, smiling as listen to my moaning and watch mt hard cock bounce and drip. Soon you have all four fingers of that hand and I can't help but thrust as best I can in my bondage to meet each stroke. “You are such a slut,” you say, “I can't decide if you love cum more, or having something filling your slut ass.” All I can do is moan in reply. “He said you need your ass filled when mine is, but your's hasn't been yet, and it's time for mine to be emptied.” I watch as you smile at me, and in a smooth motion you slide th thick plug and place it at the entrance to my ass. I moan as you press it inwards, feeling its thickness open and fill me. “Since we don't have a matching one yet, slut, this one will do for now.” “Yes ma'am,” I moan softly. You crawl back on the bed beside me, kissing me as your hand tweaks my nipples again. “Do you like that slut?” you ask, “Do you like the thought of his cock coming from my ass and filling yours.” I quiver with the lustful thought of the image you suggest, only another moan escaping my lips. You giggle and slip off the bed, disappearing into the hotel room bathroom for long minutes as I adjust to the thick plug filling my ass. You return, refreshed, and slide onto the bed. Straddling my face again you tell me that the plug stretched you and you think it will be appropriate for my tongue to massage your sore muscles after each day's plug training. “Yes ma'am,” I say softly as you lower your ass to my mouth. You rock slowly on my face as I lick and soothe your tender asshole. My tongue circles the sore ring of flesh, then as you encourage me, I slide inwards, slowly fucking you deeper and deeper with my tongue. I feel pride when you shudder with another small orgasm from this most intimate kiss. I take in great breaths of air when you finally slide off to lay beside me once again. My cock, so far ignored, continued to drip and throb as you watched it from your seat on my obedient mouth. “We have some business to attend to,” you say as you show me the writing on your palm. Still clear, I wonder how long it will be there as a reminder of his big cock for you. You reach across to your purse which is still on the mattress beside me. Taking out your phone, the tale measure and the marker, you sit up beside me, cross-legged, and prepare to complete your task. I moan as you gently touch my had cock, the first contact it's had all evening. Your touch is so welcome, yet so frustrating as you barely make contact, certainly not enough to start edging me closer to orgasm. You pull my cock into a position so that it points straight up. Placing the end of the tape at the base on the top of my cock your unroll it along my shaft and drape it over the top. “Six … almost six and a half inches, but,” you say as you smile at me, “we have to be sure my lover feels appropriately superior, so I'm going to write down five inches.” My eyes are wide, a dare not object. I bite my lip and try to beg you with my eyes to write down how long my cock really is. “There,” showing me your palm, “your little cock is five inches long. Now, the thickness.” I moan softly as your hands wrap the tape around my shaft. “Hmmm … almost six inches, but we'll write down five.” “Please …,” I moan. “Shhh, it's OK sweetie, we both know how big your little cock is. You know,” you add with a giggle, “I could write down how big it get when inside you cage.” That suggestion is enough to stem any further protest. You show me your palm, now with the blanks filled in: “STUD 8.5 x 6.5.” and “SLUT BOY 5 x 5” I watch as you take your camera and, with your nipple captured between two of your fingers, take a few pictures in preparation to send one to your lover. Working quickly you select one, and send it to his email account. Tossing the phone, tape and marker back into your purse, you take my hard cock in your hand. I lay still as you move to straddle my hips, guiding my hard cock into your sweet pussy. “God,” you say, “I need this, and since his cock isn't here for me to ride, I'm going to ride yours.” I moan as I feel you lower yourself fully on my aching cock. MY body quivers with lust as you tell me how good it feels and how you're going to drain every drop of cum from my balls and make me lick it all back out again. As you straighten up on your knees I start to thrust into your pussy. Between the bondage and our positions, my thrusts are short, but as powerful as I can make them. As I start to feel my orgasm build, you phone rings. You motion for me to pause as you answer it. “Yes sir,” you say quietly, and I know it's him. “You're welcome sir, I'm glad you like it.” “Yes, he's inside me now, he's plugged now, and still tied, and I am straddling him.” “No.” you say with a giggle, “not nearly as filling.” “Oh! I am sorry sir. I'll stop now.” “Thank you sir, I look forward to your call.' Before you put the phone down you turn it around to show me a new photo. It shows your pretty red lips stretched over the head of a long thick cock. His cock. As you put the phone back in your purse, you lift up and slide off my cock. “Sorry mikey, he says you're mot allowed to cum inside me after him.” You hand gently wraps my shaft and starts slowly stroking with a light grip, too lightly and too slowly to take me over the edge. “But baby,” I moan, “you won't let me inside you any day you think he might call either.” “I know sweetie, but that's the price I have to pay to enjoy his wonderful cock. But I can still milk your cock and you can still eat all the cum I take from you. And it will make the times you get to cum inside me so much more special.” “But …,” I say as you shush me. “It's ok lover,” you continue as your stroking continues, “think of all the places I can have you lick your sticky cum from … my hands, my tit, my ass, my feet, wherever I decode, and whenever I choose to take your orgasm. And you'll do it too, won't you, because it makes me happy.” “Yes ma'am,” I moan my reply. “Good boy,” you smile as you press the plug into my ass and your stroking hand triggers my orgasm as I surrender to your desires, “we're going to have lots of fun together, you and me, and of course, my and that delicious fat cock that provided your special treat tonight.” I moan around your fingers as you feed me my cum that you scoop up from my stomach. “Good boy,” you say again as you enjoy my sucking mouth. The Hotel Room I know some of you have traveled to meet your internet lovers... and I think everyone should try it at least once. 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