Seema never had to wait long for someone to chat her up. Usually, within about ten minutes of her arrival at the bar, a guy was sitting on the stool next to her, offering to buy her a drink, confident that his evening was about to take a turn for the better.
There was an art to picking up men, and Seema had it down to a tee. She always used the same local hotel bar when seeking casual sex; that way, if she liked the look of a guy, not only was he likely to be away from his wife or girlfriend on business, but he was also sure to have a room upstairs where they could go to enjoy an exciting no-strings fuck.
Taking a stool at the bar was important, maximising the opportunity for a prospective fuck to strike up a conversation as he waited to be served. It was remarkable how many men chose to order their drinks within a metre or two of the dusky MILF, even if the long bar was otherwise empty.
When a man started chatting to her, Seema would quickly get flirty, making it clear she was available and horny. And if, having conversed with him, she decided the guy was fuckworthy, she would usually have him balls-deep inside her within twenty minutes. She could do it in less but didn’t want to come across as easy.
Seema knew her behaviour was sleazy, but that was the appeal. It was exciting to sleep with men she didn’t know, giving them a night of unforgettable, kinky sex as a break from the vanilla lovemaking their wives gave them. And group sex wasn’t out of the question either. Having two or more men spit-roasting her or simultaneously fucking all her holes made her feel deliciously slutty, and she loved that multiple strangers could satisfy her in ways her husband alone could not.
Seema had always had an open marriage, and hers was more open than most. When she married, she had made it abundantly clear that monogamy was out of the question. However, even while accepting Seema’s need to stray, her husband was surprised at quite how frequently she availed herself of the attention of strangers and that, often, one at a time wasn’t enough.
But Seema ensured that although her husband was equally free to find satisfaction elsewhere, he was rarely inclined to do so. She was every bit as receptive to his sexual overtures as she was to those of other men, and there was little she wouldn’t do to satisfy his whims, even those that most women would find disgusting. It was a perfect, symbiotic relationship, with both prepared to accept the other’s many kinks and peccadilloes, providing their own were satisfied in return.
Seema knew that her husband would wait up for her until midnight, hoping she would return home. Of course, he would realise that the gusset of her panties was already soaked with the semen of at least one other man, but sloppy seconds was very much to his taste, which Seema found thrilling. She always told him how much she loved him, even as he first slipped his cock into the thick white deposits of other men, and feeling him add his load to those already flooding her cheating holes was the perfect way to end an enjoyable evening.
As Seema sat on her usual stool, the bar suddenly became busy. She knew the hotel was hosting a two-day conference, and it appeared that the first day’s session had just finished. The delegates were predominantly male, which was promising, although many seemed to be on the wrong side of sixty. She might consider fucking one of the older men if the situation became desperate, but she preferred men in their forties or younger. Strength and stamina were important.
Initially, none of the guys paid Seema much attention. Most were preoccupied with buying drinks or chatting with colleagues, but Seema knew that would soon change. It sometimes took one or two drinks before a guy established that Seema wasn’t waiting for her husband or boyfriend and worked up the courage to approach her, and it was good to use the time in between to rule some men out. Loud, coarse, and foul-mouthed guys would likely get worse the more they drank, so she could immediately discount them. Seema was a slut, but she had standards.
For a moment, she considered what she wanted from the evening: one guy? Two? Several at once? Much depended on the opportunities that presented themselves. However, Seema had long since acquired strategies to get any number of guys into bed should she be in the mood for a moresome. And that night, she decided, a moresome was precisely what she fancied.
After the initial rush, the bar became quieter as the various groups of delegates settled down with their drinks or took them outside to the patio to enjoy the warm spring evening. Seema decided to go to the bathroom to fix her makeup. Once the guys finished their first drink and returned to the bar for another, one would be sure to chat her up. Besides, by walking across the bar, she could showcase the large, not-entirely-natural tits and firm, heart-shaped arse available to any guy or guys bold enough to make a move.
Seema had barely returned to her stool before a guy sidled up to the bar. He smiled at her as he waited to be served, and she smiled back before dropping her gaze coyly.
“Are you here for the conference?” the guy asked.
“No, just a work stopover,” Seema replied. “What’s your conference about?”
“Chemical engineering. It’s all rather dull, but it’s good to network and socialise with colleagues.”
Seema sized him up. He seemed intelligent, personable, fit, and good-looking and was probably a bit younger than her forty-four years. He easily met her minimum criteria.
“Yes, networking is usually the most enjoyable thing at these events,” Seema agreed. “That and getting pissed in the bar in the evening.”
The guy laughed. “A woman after my own heart! Well, we plan to have a couple more drinks, although I don’t think we’ll be getting pissed - we’re presenting tomorrow. But you’re welcome to join my colleagues and me if you like. It’s never pleasant drinking alone in hotel bars.”
Seema thanked him, accepting his invitation, and he asked what she would like to drink. “Another gin and tonic, please,” she replied, finishing what was left of her sparkling water. “Just a single. I’ve had a few already, but I don’t suppose one more can hurt.”
Seema knew that it was much easier to bed guys when they believed she had been drinking heavily. By the time she had finished her first G&T, she would be laughing and flirting outrageously, and after the second, her skirt would be riding up, revealing the tops of her hold-up stockings. By then, Seema would have the guys eating out the palm of her hand.
She helped the guy carry the round of drinks to his friends, and as he returned to the bar to pick up the final two beers, Seema introduced herself to the four men sitting around the table. One politely gave up his seat, and Seema listened as they reeled off their names in turn. When her friend from the bar returned, he introduced himself as Martin, a senior engineer at an oil refinery. He explained that they all worked for the same oil company and had known each other for years.
All the guys were younger than Seema, and there was a good mix: Sean was black, Charles was tall, and a couple of burly Scottish guys, Keith and Neil, worked aboard oil rigs. Seema was pleased by what she saw and decided she should make a play for them all. If she fucked one, it would make her evening worthwhile, but all five would make it memorable.
Charles asked Seema what line of work she was in. She could have been honest and replied that she was a journalist, but Seema decided that one of her tried and tested strategies would be more effective in luring all five guys into the bedroom. “I run my own business, selling personal pleasure products,” she replied.
“Oh, you mean sex toys?” Charles replied, intrigued. At the mention of sex toys, the other guys suspended their separate conversations, and all five gave Seema their complete attention.
“That’s right. This is our latest product,” Seema said, opening her oversized handbag. “The Vibrating Double Cimaxer,” she proudly announced as she discreetly produced a two-pronged dildo.
Seema immediately affected the enthusiastic pitch of a saleswoman. “The phallus has nine inches of insertable length and a five-inch circumference, and the four tapering beads have eight inches of insertable length and can be used for vaginal, anal, or clitoral stimulation.”
She giggled as she passed her dildo around the table, enjoying the look on the guys’ faces as they handled the well-used toy. “And the best thing about this product is that it can be controlled from your phone,” she said, pecking at her handset. The dildo began vibrating in Keith’s hand. “Each unit retails for £79.99, making it accessible, even to customers on a budget.”
Seema knew what the guys would say next and started the countdown in her head. ‘Three… two… one…’
“So, are you going to give us a demonstration then?” Sean said, to nervous laughs from the others. “I think the missus would like one of these, but at that price, I’d need to know it hits the spot.” He winked at Neil.
“Me, too,” Neil said, catching on. “When I’m offshore, I need to know the wife has something to keep her from straying, but I’d need to see it in action before buying one.”
The suggestion was as predictable as it was crude, but Seema was pleased the guys were playing ball.
“Well, I would need at least one more G&T before I even considered doing that,” Seema laughed, seemingly dismissing the suggestion with mock shock and humour. But Sean immediately rose, went to the bar, and ordered another round of drinks.
By the time Seema had almost finished her second G&T, she could tell the guys were on tenterhooks to see if she would give them the demonstration they had requested. She guessed they would usually have taken her initial response as an implicit no; however, as her flirtatious ‘drunken’ behaviour had become even more risque and provocative, she could tell they sensed it might be their lucky night after all.
“So, will you give us that demonstration, Seema?” Martin asked as Seema drained her glass. “I’m sure it would help us decide whether to place an order.”
“Yes, go on,” the others urged, grinning.
“What, you all want to buy one for your wives?” Seema slurred innocently.
“Yes. Think about it; that’s nearly £400 in sales,” Charles added. “That’s got to be worth a demonstration.” The guys all nodded their agreement.
Seema pretended to need convincing. “I’m not sure. The sales would be great, but I’ve never demonstrated a product on myself before.”
Realising that Seema was open to persuasion, the guys pressed home their request, promising absolute discretion and further purchases from her fictitious website. Eventually, Seema relented. “Okay, but only if you’re serious about buying one,” she said. “And no cameras.”
Seema had never seen five guys finish their beers so quickly, and ten minutes later, she was upstairs in Martin’s room demonstrating how to control the dildo using the accompanying app.
“So, this slider controls the vibrations in the phallus, and this one is for the anal beads. You can also select different pulsing modes using these buttons. Try it.”
The guys were intrigued and impressed at the range of settings and the strength of the vibrations, but they were seemingly impatient to see the device in action.
“So, are you ready for a demo?” Seema asked, receiving eager nods all around. “Okay then, excuse me while I get changed.”
Seema took the complimentary towelling bathrobe from its hanger and disappeared into the en suite. She was excited by the thought of five horny guys watching her masturbate and knew that watching her play wouldn’t be enough. Before long, they would be stroking their dicks, desperate to get a bit of the action for themselves; a five-man gangbang was almost certainly on the cards!
The men made appreciative noises as Seema emerged into the bedroom wearing the bathrobe over the expensive red Cosabella bra and panties and the black stockings she had worn in anticipation of getting laid. She still wore her red stilettos, adding height to her petite 5’7” frame and giving her legs a firm, toned look as she sashayed across the room towards the bed.
“So, boys,” she said, sitting on the bed with her feet tucked under her bottom, “I want you to put the Double Climaxer through its paces. Please don’t be shy, and notice how much pleasure it’s giving me, even on the lowest settings. Imagine how grateful your wives will be when the toy gives them the same incredible sensations as it’s about to give me.”
She flirtatiously untied her belt and pulled the robe over her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the bed. There were a few gasps and admiring murmurs as Seema revealed the enhanced cleavage between the twin cups of her red lace bra, and as she reclined, opening her knees to reveal her dark, trimmed mound through the diaphanous panties, the guys were all muttering excitedly to one another.
Seema gave the men a moment to enjoy her near-nakedness, tracing the inside of her thighs with one fingernail before doing the same to her breasts. She could already see that all five men were squirming uncomfortably as their dicks began to stiffen, and she decided to make a start on her unique style of foreplay before one of them became over-excited and prematurely came in his pants.
“Pass me the dildo and my handbag,” Seema demanded, and Neil quickly passed both items to her before retreating to the end of the bed to rejoin the other men, all gathered around Seema’s phone, eager to assume control of the toy.
Seema reached into her bag and pulled out a tube of lubricant. It was evident from her uncanny preparedness and sudden sobriety that the guys had been duped; however, Seema knew that they were incapable of thinking about anything other than sinking their cocks into whichever of her holes first became available, so she knew any suspicions would be quickly overlooked. As they stood gawping at her slender frame, Seema set down the ground rules, of which there were few.
“Okay, boys. Now, I know what you guys are like, always going at things like a bull at a gate. But let’s start with gentle pulses and build it up gradually. Save the strongest settings to push me over the edge as I reach my climax. I’ll talk you through how to use it most effectively so you can best pleasure your wives when their toys are delivered.”
Martin was the first to take control of the toy, moving the slider controlling the phallus to the ‘Number One’ position. Seema felt the toy vibrate gently in her hand and lay back on the pillow, closing her eyes as she bent her knees, spreading her legs wide.
She began by gently rubbing the toy up and down the inside of her thighs, enjoying the tingle in her spine as it reached her panties, and she had to resist the urge to press it to her aching clit. “This feels so good,” she told the guys, who she knew would be watching avidly. “Even the gentlest settings can get a girl wet.” Occasionally, she allowed the toy to brush her gusset, taking a sharp intake of breath and smiling provocatively as it lightly stimulated her swollen labia.
Next, Seema moved the toy to her breasts, pressing the tip of the phallus to each nipple, feeling them stiffen in the soft lace of her bra. “And this toy isn’t only for a lady’s ‘down below’; it gives her a whole-body experience,” she purred.
Seema was desperate to open her eyes and see the guys’ reaction to her slutty demonstration, but she kept them closed, delighting in the way her nipples responded to the fluctuating oscillations as Martin began to try out different vibration modes using the phone.
Eventually, Seema moved the toy to her pussy, pressing it against the damp fabric of her panties. “Move the slider to the ‘Number Two’,” she said, briefly opening her eyes to see the five men switch their attention from her to the screen, then back again.
Martin reluctantly handed the phone to Keith, and Seema closed her eyes once more, enjoying the increased intensity of the vibrations. “Oh, yes! That’s good,” Seema said as she rubbed the tip of the phallus the length of her slit. “I can feel my wetness building and soaking into my panties. Some vibes don’t pulse harder than this, but the Double Climaxer has three stronger settings!”
Again, Seema opened her eyes for a moment. Neil already had his dick in his hand, gently stroking himself with a twisting motion, and she could tell the others were wondering whether to follow suit. Seema helped them make up their minds, quickly pulling her damp panties over her legs and throwing them to Charles, who immediately put them to his nose and sniffed hard.
“Turn it up to ‘Three’, Keith, and use the third vibe function.”
Again, the guys briefly glanced at the screen. When they looked up, Seema was sliding the toy deeper into her soft, downy folds, coating the tip in her silky juices and moaning as the phallus pulsed out a repeating two-second pattern of increasing intensity.
“Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” she whispered as her body began to writhe, and she moved her free hand to her breasts.
Immediately, Seema heard belt buckles and zips as the guys unfastened their trousers and took out their cocks, and the bed moved when Sean perched on the end, removing his shoes so he could discard his pants entirely.
Having drawn back her knees, Seema slipped the phallus down to her anus, using its now-lubricated tip to stimulate her hole in a series of circular movements as Charles snatched the phone from Keith, offering him the panties in return.
“Shit, see how my arsehole responds to that,” Seema said, momentarily removing the toy to show them her gently winking anus. “It’s desperate for the beads, but I want to show you something else first. Charles, start up the beads, and move both sliders to the ‘Number Four’ position.”
As Charles carried out Seema’s wishes, the noise of the vibrator became much more noticeable, its persistent buzz increasing as both the phallus and beads became active.
“I’m sure that not all of your wives are as enthusiastic about anal stimulation as I am,” Seema began, “so let me show you how they can use the beads to pleasure themselves in other ways.”
Seema opened her legs wide, arched her back, and guided the buzzing phallus into her soaking depths as the four thick beads pressed on her clitoris and pubis. She began gently moving the toy inside her, softly moaning as it stimulated her inside and out.
Charles tried out various modes, watching how Seema reacted to each.
“Oh, fuck!” she eventually cried as both prongs of the dildo delivered slow, firm vibrations onto her clitoris and G-spot. Satisfied that he had elicited Seema’s strongest reaction yet, Charles passed the phone to Neil and quickly pumped himself back to full turgidity.