The Present

The man moving between my legs was gasping for breath. Though only a dim silhouette propped up on locked elbows above me in the shadowy darkness of the hotel room, I knew he was sweating profusely. Droplets hitting my stomach and tits told me that. He'd already come in me twice since I'd spread my legs for the first time on this bed. This was his third time trying to cum inside me and he wasn't a young man. After all the sex I'd had tonight, my pussy wasn't as tight as it had been. Men have commented on how tight my pussy is, but tonight my pussy walls were stretched. I knew I had a gape that would take time to go away. My cunt was sloppy and slippery with old cum. Not what would give the cock inside me the tight friction it probably needed.

He may have been tired after our previous fucking, but his strokes were still powerful. Each thrust making me grunt from our bodies coming together, forcing the breath from me. He was close. His gasps coming faster as well as my grunts in response to his thrusts. The solid, meaty sound of our groins colliding... I looked down between our bodies to watch the dark cock appearing, only to disappear inside me again and again. Throwing my head back, my breathy grunts changed to throaty barks, commanding him to give me his cum.

My pussy lips were bruised and sensitive. As good as the fucking felt, I wasn't near another orgasm. I was ready for him to come. Wanting to give him more stimulation, I continued to urge him on with words. Goading him to fuck me harder. Groaning how good his cock felt inside me... Moaning how I wanted him to come. How I wanted more of his cum. Gripping the masculine forearms on either side of me and planting my feet on the bed, I pushed my hips up to meet his thrusts with mine. The wet, smacking sounds of our groins crashing together increased while my demands to be fucked harder grew both in volume and pitch.

Either my words or my hip thrusts, possibly the combination, pushed him over the edge. With a loud groan and a long cry of 'Ahkk fuuuckkkk...', his cock was forced deep inside me. Pubes pushed energetically against my swollen pussy lips in slow, hard thrusts. My ass cheeks were pressed into the mattress. His groin grinding between my legs in circular motions. My clit was stimulated almost painfully by his grinding between my legs in his desire to press his cock just a little deeper inside me. I heard one last drawn-out groan and I felt the cock inside me pulse, contracting and expanding as what little cum still left in his balls joined the cum already inside me.

For long moments he remained propped up on locked arms, motionless above me. His rapid gasps for air were loud now that the sound of our sex had stopped. When my sweaty, exhausted lover collapsed to cover me with his body, I wrapped my arms and legs about him. I held him as his hot, panting breaths on my neck slowly returned closer to normal. Lifting his head, he dipped to wipe the sweat from his forehead onto the sheets. His breathing near normal, he kissed me. Our tongues met, sliding past open lips. Pulling his lips from mine, he dropped his forehead to rest again on the mattress beside my head. Kissing my neck, he whispered in broken, accented English 'Got! Du ist gut fuck!' His mouth trailed over my chest to find my breasts. My nipples were captured and sucked on even as his softening cock slipped out of my pussy. Squeezing deep cunt muscles, I felt warm cum from my gape dribble down my ass crack to add to the wet spot under my butt.

Pulling him tighter to me with legs and arms, I turned my head to look at the other shadowy figure in the dark room. I'd watched him from time to time while his friend fucked me. The dim light from the window behind the chair was the only illumination in our room. Darkly silhouetted against the window's gauzy curtains, this man waited patiently for his friend to finish with me while slowly stroking his cock to stay hard. He seemed to be in no hurry to have me again. I'd agreed to stay till dawn and the sun wasn't even a hint on the horizon. He knew my body would be his again.

Oh, my God, I thought, half in despair and half in anticipation as I gazed at the man in the chair. He was rested, his cock rejuvenated from our last fuck. I was exhausted from the tag-team fucking these two had given me. Allowing them to use me for their pleasure until dawn was what I'd agreed to for a set amount of money. Despite my cramping thigh muscles and swollen, well fucked pussy lips, I knew my night wasn't over.

The man still between my legs pushed himself up onto his elbows. What was left of his hard-on traced a path of wet cum across the skin of my thigh. Exposed to the air, sweat turned cold on my tits and stomach. As my lover moved away in the direction of the bathroom, I moved my ass out of the newest wet spot. Trying to find a part of the bed not sticky or crusty with old/new cum was becoming difficult. Putting my hands against the headboard of the bed, I treated myself to a sinuous stretching of my entire body. Stretching my back muscles out on the bed felt good but straightening tight thigh muscles felt so incredible I couldn't help but moan as I stretched my legs out. 

"Is good you still enjoy. I worry you are too tired now," my shadow watcher said as he stood up from his chair, still stroking his long cock. His command of English was much better than the other man's.

"Well, you know. A deal's a deal. And it's been my pleasure, too," I replied, with a long stretching of my back and limbs. He seemed to appreciate the view of my lean body stretched out on the bed. Sore as I was, I couldn't help myself from spreading my legs in anticipation of a very long fuck by a large cock. This man's cock was longer and thicker than the cock I'd just drained. Definitely the major reason why my pussy was no longer as tight as it had been a few hours earlier. Despite, or perhaps because of, all the cock I'd had in the last few hours, I felt my body warm to the thought of another orgasm. The thick cock being offered to me might just be what I needed to get my next Big O.

"So, are you just gonna look or do you wanna fuck me again?" I asked softly while reaching over to run my fingertips lightly along the side of his cock.

I thought he would move onto the bed, instead he remained standing beside the bed. Hands reached over me to grasp the sides of my hips and shoulders. I couldn't help my shrill, girly yelp as strong arms quickly slid me closer to the edge of the bed. It wasn't really cool in the room, but I shivered as I was dragged across sheets made cold from drying sweat and cum spots. I wasn't left to think about cold sheets for long as the shadow above me leaned down closer until his cock's shaft pressed against my cheek. The tip of his cock left a wet line of pre-cum on my skin as it dragged across my face towards my mouth.

I opened my mouth and started to move my hands to capture, stroke and guide the cock to my mouth. Hands captured my wrists. My arms were pulled above my head and one large hand pinned both my wrists to the bed. Without the use of my hands, I tried to move my head to capture the wildly bobbing cock head. I knew he was playing with me as he rubbed his cock and balls over my face. Pre-cum soon dotted my face from chin to forehead. I heard him chuckle as I moved my open mouth quicker, but never quite fast enough to capture the elusive target.

The man continued to stand beside the bed. Leaning over me, continuing to rub his cock and ball sack over my face while his free hand played with my tits. One breast, then the other, was molded into tight mounds. The hard nipples at the tip were pinched until I whined at the abuse. He finally stopped playing and allowed my lips to capture and suck on the soft bulb of his cock tip. I wrapped my lips around the head of the cock I'd been chasing and pushed my head up to take more cock into my mouth. He didn't move, content for me to use my straining neck muscles to lift my head to fuck his cock with my mouth.

My wrists were still pinned to the bed. My mouth was filling with cock. Fingers left off, pinching my nipples. The lack of excruciating pain from my hard nipples was exquisite. A hand trailed downwards over my stomach and mound to pull my legs wider apart. Hips pushed forwards and pubic hair scratched my nose as cock was pushed to the back of my throat until I gagged. At the same time, my pussy was filled with two and then three thick fingers. I was wet and slippery with cum, and my pussy was still gaped, but I still wasn't prepared to be taken so fast with fingers thicker than any cock I'd had tonight. Unbidden, my legs clamped tight around his hand while my hips moved, trying to pull away from the invasive fingers.

My nipples were still throbbing and my nose was pressed hard against a hard groin. I gagged on a cock tip that was just short of penetrating my throat as I tied to vice my displeasure around the cock in my mouth. Two and three fingers continued to play in my slit. Fingers dipped inside me, then withdrew, sliding up to rub slippery cum up my slit. When he decided I was wet enough, fingers began to quickly stroke over my clit. It felt good, but as sensitive as I was after a night of sex, it didn't take long before my hips were moving trying to move my clit from so much... MUCH!

Suddenly, fingers left my clit. Cock was withdrawn from my mouth only to be replaced by pussy scented fingers. I licked and sucked as best as I could on fingers that were pushed as far past my tongue as the cock had been. When his fingers were clean, his other hand let loose of my wrists. I was pushed and rolled onto my stomach. Hands continued to shove and shift my body until I was on my hands and knees with my ass in the air at the edge of the bed. A strong hand on the back of my neck pushed my head down until my shoulders touched the bed with my ass still raised in the air. I didn't think it was an accident that he'd pressed the side of my face into the cum spot his friend and I had just made. Wet cum soaked into my hair and slimed my cheek. In position behind me, a hard thrust caused me to cry out as I was taken fast. Even as he fucked me, his hand on my neck pressed my face into the wet cum stain.

The other man hadn't treated me this way. He just liked fucking me in different positions, like most men did. This man who was inside me now, though, he liked humiliation. He'd treated me all during the night like the whore he thought I was. I didn't mind. Sometimes I loved being treated like a whore...

Earlier

I have money. I make neither boast nor apology. I simply state a pertinent fact which explains how I can afford to travel. Being financially independent meant that I could take a week to stay in a very pricey hotel just to be on hand to help in any way I could for a childhood friend's wedding. During the day, I ran errands. I picked up friends and relatives from the airport. I did what I could to just make the wedding planning go easier for my friend and her family.

After a hectic day, I'd made it a habit of sitting in the hotel bar to decompress with a couple of drinks. As you can expect, an unaccompanied female in a hotel bar drew attention as the evening progressed. It was a rare night that a man in town for some business wouldn't sit down at my table, offering to buy me a drink, looking for some action. Up until tonight the man would get polite conversation until convinced I was neither interested nor was I a 'working girl'. I might still score a free drink for some polite conversation and we would part as friendly strangers.

This night I stayed in the bar longer than usual. I'd been constantly on the move today. My mind was awhirl with thoughts of things still to be done in the morning before the ceremony. I'd decided I deserved a third drink tonight! Because I was horny or bored or I was tired and on my third drink... Or maybe it was just because of my usual What-The-Fuck? attitude, but I acted as a whore working the hotel to the first man who hit on me. I love roleplay and played the whore to perfection. I named a ridiculously high price and after a few bargaining words trying to lower the price, he moved on. But he'd bought me a fourth drink. Deciding it would be a sin to waste alcohol <Blame it on my Irish heritage> I was halfway through it when yet another man brought a drink to my table! By now, a fifth drink was just what I wanted! Focusing on the man who'd sat down across from me: Tall, well built, cute European accent...Mmm, yummy! Mommy likes! I made the decision HE was just what I wanted, too.

Okay. Yes, I was drunk. Yes, I was stupid for letting a guy pick me up in a bar. But I was horny! I hadn't had sex in over a month and that's a long time for a young, twenty-something married woman used to having sex on a regular basis. Oh, yea. Did I mention I'm married? My husband has been out of the country for over a month overseeing a construction project in Thailand. I'd be flying to join him after the wedding. After the wedding tomorrow... But I was horny now!

Still role-playing, I named a much more reasonable price and he accepted. Then he asked if his friend could join us.

"Male or female," I slurred.

"Does it matter?"

"Fuck no." I hadn't had a threesome since college. The thought of having one tonight before attending the wedding tomorrow excited me. "Add another hundred and I'm yours until dawn."

M-a-y-b-e, if not for the fifth drink, I would have decided to masturbate in my room to scratch my horny itch. Maybe if not for the couple sitting in a booth in the corner... Yea, it was definitely because of the couple sitting in the corner I decided as another man joined us at the table bringing me a sixth drink. I'd been watching those two in the corner for almost an hour. Sure, they acted like newlyweds. Sitting close, giggling, touching, nibbling on ear lobes as they whispered naughty nothings. From the way the man turned when he kissed her from time to time, I was certain that his hand under the table was sliding up the woman's skirt from time to time. I'd watched her and from her facial expressions and sudden gasps she tried to disguise, I was equally certain he was fingering pussy from time to time and not just touching panties.

Yea, they looked and acted like typical newlyweds in their mid-thirties on their honeymoon to all who didn't look closer. But I'd looked closer. Their wedding rings didn't match. Hers was gold, his was silver. I'd made up erotic stories between being hit on about what excuses they'd given their spouses for being away from their respective families tonight. But my favorite erotic musing, the one that got me excited, was they were half of two couples swapping partners for the night. Their spouses were upstairs screwing their brains out while these two took a rest before rejoining the fun. I hadn't had a foursome in six years. Not since college. I missed college!

Yea! I definitely blamed those swingers for getting me all hot and horny with their sexy cheating and swinging! I slammed down the sixth drink and the two men helped me from the table. On the way to their room, I knew I was drunk. No! I was tipsy! Not drunk! I was tipsy! I knew I was a tipsy slut. I knew I was a tipsy slut who was going to feel terrible tomorrow for staying up all night fucking. And feeling guilty for cheating on my husband. Again. But that was tomorrow. I was horny tonight!

The Present

I wasn't tipsy any longer. I was a tired, pretend whore with a very well fucked and sore pussy. All three of us were exhausted. After smoking a couple of cigarettes while they taught me naughty words in Danish, by unspoken agreement, we fell asleep on the unused bed.

It was early but definitely after dawn when the wake-up call came. I claimed first dibs on the bathroom. After emptying my bladder I... Oh, fuck! A slight hangover was nothing compared to the wreckage I saw in the mirror. My hair was sticking out at all angles. Hair stuck together by cum. Smeared mascara around my eyes made me look like a hungover raccoon. Dried sex residue flaking off skin from forehead to knees. Being a hired slut-for-a-night was tough on a lady's looks! I washed the evidence of cum from my face and chest, but I couldn't do shit to my hair until I got to my room. While I dressed, each of my lovers kissed me goodbye and expressed a hope I'd be back tonight. I didn't bother to explain that tonight I'd be on a plane to join my husband.

One of the men claimed my panties as a souvenir and the other man claimed my bra. Fuck it. The money they pressed into my hand would buy me more underwear and a really nice dress I could wear on the plane to Thailand. Carrying my high heels, I padded barefoot to the elevators. I hoped to get to my room without meeting anyone. With my luck I should'a known that wasn't gonna happen. I didn't pay attention and when the elevator doors opened I shuffled inside, only to discover too late that it was headed down to the lobby instead of up to my floor.

An old couple was already inside. They looked at me with opposite reactions. The guy gave me a wink and a nod. He knew I'd had a great night. The cum stuck hair and the fragrant scent of sex on me kind'a gave it away. The old woman with him wasn't a wink-and-a-nod type. Pretty sure from the look she gave me that she believed my soul was damned and unredeemable. Ah, screw her, I thought and gave the man my best smile and a wink. If the old woman with her nose in the air had had a night like I'd had? I was certain it would do wonders for the old stuck-up bitch!

I stayed in the elevator when it stopped at the lobby. The concierge was just coming on duty and I gave him a finger wave as the doors closed. He didn't bat an eye at my appearance, just finger waved back. I'm sure a sexed up woman in an elevator was something he'd seen before while working here.

In my room, I decided I needed coffee before starting to clean up. I didn't want to wait for room service. Slipping into fuzzy slippers, gym shorts and a hoodie to hide my cum speckled hair, I went back to the lobby. If anyone smelled the sex on me, maybe they'd think it was perfume. At the serve-yourself bar I drank one cup of hot coffee as quickly as I could. I made a second cup and grabbed a sweet roll to take back to my room with me. As I walked towards the elevators, the doors opened and my nighttime lovers stepped out. We exchanged sly looks and knowing smiles as we passed. From his slight smile, I think the concierge had noticed and knew the score.

Me? I knew something, too. Sipping my coffee in the elevator, I knew I wouldn't let so much time pass again between threesomes!