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Anne heard a click and froze.
She was naked on her knees, her wrists handcuffed behind her. Blindfolded, she could smell the deep new carpet of the hotel room and hear the movement of staff up and down the corridor interspersed with the regular burr of the air conditioning as it kept the room comfortable on a warm evening.
For the previous 10 minutes she had been getting more and more aroused. They had talked about this for so long, planning every detail, imagining how incredibly naughty it would be. She had lived this so many times in her head that it felt oddly familiar to finally be doing it for real. As if she already knew what was to happen next.
She imagined Gareth down in the bar - meeting the guy he had picked to join them. Running over the rules one more time and spending a few minutes chatting to him to reassure himself that it wasn't some weirdo who was going to want to take over and ruin their fantasy. Anne knew nothing about this man, apart from the fact he was experienced at group sex. They'd agreed that Anne should be the only "swinging virgin" in the room. When she questioned him about the man he'd selected, Gareth replied like a scratched record. He just said "trust me", over and over. And she did.
Gareth had done this sort of thing before. When he'd first mentioned his previous group experiences to Anne as they lay in bed after a drunken post-party fuck, she was shocked, but she'd asked him for more details - and then more... and the more she imagined it, the idea of being with two guys had become less like a porno script and turned into a fantasy that could actually become real.
But the bit that never quite fitted was how to make it happen. She would just giggle if she had to answer the door to someone who'd been invited to join them for a threesome. I can't just say "Are you the pizza guy, or am I fucking you later?" she'd joked to Gareth. "Where do I look first - his eyes or his cock?" And the idea of a swingers club - or worse, dogging with a bunch of pervy old men in a car park - was too much to think about.
So here she was. Almost naked except for matching briefs and bra, her sheer holdups and blindfolded, on her knees in a hotel room, waiting for her husband and a stranger to come back. She was also wet. VERY wet and butterflies played in her stomach heightening her nervous state, brought on by the fear and trepidation.
Re-running the script in her head since Gareth had left the room was turning her on. She longed to reach round and touch herself, but her handcuffs stopped her. Instead she tensed her pelvic muscles. She felt a pleasant tingle and, as she pushed herself up, her knees sank a little further into the soft carpet proving deliciously futile in trying to touch herself!
How long did it take him to check this guy out? The guy had texted Gareth to say he'd arrived in the bar, and he seemed to have been gone a while. Surely they'd be back soon. Then the click at the door, as the keycard registered with the lock. Suddenly she was terrified. It was happening - right now. Anne wondered how it was possible to feel both rampantly horny and absolutely terrified at the same time.
She heard the door open and hoped that nobody was passing by. She'd positioned herself to face the door, at the foot of the bed, and suddenly realised that this wasn't a look she wanted the world to see. Hair tumbling over her shoulders, a black blindfold, a stripe of pink lipstick and her full breasts pointing straight into the corridor. Then another thought - which had never occurred until now - "I hope he fancies me."
They had agreed there would be no conversation. Anne was adamant about this. This was just sex. No small talk - no talk at all. She didn't want to have to think how to reply. But that now left a few moments of awkwardness as the two guys stripped off. Anne thought she heard the sound of shoes being placed in the wardrobe, then a zip. Then what she thought was the sound of something brushing the edge of the bed. They were closer. It was happening.
The guy’s rules were simple – No jewellery, no biting or scratching or marking of the skin, a safe word – even the need to have one nearly caused her to back out of this arrangement but she pushed on by the thrill of being completely “owned” for the night – the last rule was quite a bit thrilling – “Do as your told”.
She wanted to tell them she was ready. She opened her mouth slightly and her tongue played on her lips for a moment. Did they see her? If she broke her rules, would he break his too?
She kneeled up a couple of inches higher - her mouth still open slightly. She could hear their breathing, she was sure of it. Then something brushed her lower lip. It felt like the very large thumb of a masculine hand that wasn’t Gareth’s more familiar touch or scent. When it returned it did more than just brush and she let her lips engulf the tip of the hard, wet cock.
Mmmm... Precum. Gareth didn't tend to get wet so soon, so this must be her visitor. Seemed like he must fancy her after all, Anne thought, as her tongue played around the end of his shaft.
She heard a quiet groan of pleasure as she gradually allowed more and more of the cock to enter her mouth. As she sucked and squeezed with her mouth she felt a hand on the top of her head and her visitor held her head still so he could gently thrust himself in and out of her mouth. He didn't rush, which was good. She had agreed with Gareth that savouring the excitement of her first threesome was as important as rushing to the finish line. This guy knew what he was doing.
His cock felt both thicker and longer than Gareth's and quite smooth and very, very hard. Certainly it seemed to reach further back in her throat as she now was now being face fucked – gently - but firmly. She reveled in the deliciously naughty almost slut like way in which she was abandoned to these two men.
As he held her head her new friend established a steady rhythm as he pulled back and then pushed himself forward into Anne's waiting mouth. She could sense his excitement too - his breathing was getting faster. He let go of Anne's head and his hand reached down to play with her nipples. She wanted him to tweak her nipples hard, but he simply stroked underneath her breast and gave a gentle squeeze, stroking her nipple with the palm of his hand.
Anne felt like she wanted to burst. The build-up was paying off and she lifted herself slightly to tense her pussy again. As she did so a finger pressed her pussy lips apart and she heard a familiar "Mmmmmm" from behind her. She had almost forgotten about Gareth, but he'd obviously been enjoying the show too, watching from behind her. His fingertip slipped inside her and she was amazed how wet she felt. She wanted it further in, but she knew Gareth would tease her. And anyway - she had a mouthful of hard cock to enjoy, so she was hardly complaining.
Gareth's fingertip moved imperceptibly back and forth inside Anne and she shuddered. She managed a muffled "mmmm" which Gareth correctly interpreted as an instruction to proceed further. She felt Gareth's hand on her buttock and he lifted her slightly to give himself more room. One fingertip became two and they worked their way easily into Anne's silky cunt. She tensed around them as they thrust slowly in and out. Gareth was matching his rhythm to the tempo of the blow-job. "Clever”. She wanted more and tried to push back but as she did, Gareth just eased further back on the pressure and Anne pushed only onto air. This became deliciously frustrating and she began panting around the hard flesh in her mouth.
Her hands still behind her back in handcuffs, Anne reached for Gareth. She felt his forearm as he fingered her and she grabbed it, hoping she could pull him further into her. He got the hint, and his fingers moved faster and harder. Sensing that she was on the brink of orgasm, the guy in front of her pulled his cock out of her mouth and knelt in front of her. Now he was much rougher on her breast - tweaking and pulling her nipple. Gareth must have told him how much she loved that. And he kissed her - his mouth pressed hard into hers as his other hand moved between her legs and started on her clit. With Gareth's fingers inside her and another man's hand on her clit, Anne soon felt a wave of orgasm building within her.
"Jesus!" she cried - the first word spoken in the room since Gareth had left her to go down to the bar. "Jesus fucking Christ!" The words caught in her throat and she almost spat them through clenched teeth. Her left nipple was being pulled hard, her clit rubbed incessantly and her pussy finger-fucked hard. She felt her body explode into rapture.
It seemed to be a while before Anne recovered her composure. She couldn't believe what had happened. Her nerves all gone, she was reveling in being the blindfolded centre of attention of two horny guys. As her orgasm subsided, she felt Gareth take her hands - still handcuffed - and guide them to his cock, as he knelt behind her. He was rock hard. Not really surprising, thought Anne, given the circumstances. She wanked him gently with both hands and she could feel his dick pulsing occasionally as she did so.
In front of her, the visitor's cock was once again pressing against her lips. How these guys had managed not to come, she wondered. But that just meant there was more fun for later. She tried to mimic Gareth's trick - timing her wanking of his cock to the rhythm of her sucking. It felt good.
Gareth certainly seemed to be enjoying the situation. Anne heard him groan with pleasure once again, as she tightened her grip on him, still working his cock with both hands. But then he pulled away and she heard him stand up. The stranger's hand lifted her chin slightly and he rolled the end of his cock around her lips. She allowed her tongue to flick it as he did so and he murmured with pleasure. Then he moved his cock to one side of her mouth and she felt a second cock alongside it. She'd told Gareth that she had fantasised about taking turns sucking two guys off. He'd remembered - and now was her chance.
Two hard wet cocks, side by side, both of them resting on her lower lip. She flicked her tongue from one to the other. Then she moved to engulf Gareth's cock with her eager mouth. He deserved the best blow-job ever for arranging this, she thought. She could tell he was enjoying it as he felt so thick and hard inside her mouth. Still handcuffed, her head bobbed down hard on Gareth's throbbing cock. She took it as deep as she could, then she felt him lift her head and move it back to the other cock - the stranger's. She took turns - giving each one five or six thrusts of her head then switching to the other as they stood in front of her.
After swapping for one cock to the other a few times, Anne felt Gareth back away. He took her shoulder and indicated that she should get up. She followed as he backed towards the bed and sat on the edge. She leaned forwards and bent down to suck him again. She knew that he loved watching her suck him as he lay back in the bed, her hair cascading onto his lap as her head bobbed up and down on his dick. As she felt his hands on her shoulders, she also felt a hand squeezing her left breast as it swung. She realised that the visitor was also now lying on the bed alongside Gareth and so she switched to suck him for a while. She felt so slutty, as if she was in a porn film. Two meaty cocks standing to attention as she serviced them both. "God - why didn't I do this before?" she thought.
Then - as she moved back to suck Gareth again, she suddenly felt two hands grip her hips. Followed a second later by a hard cock entering her from behind. "Fuck! What's going on?" she thought. Gareth and his visitor were both on the bed. Then two words spoken from behind her - "Trust me". It was Gareth fucking her. The cheeky bastard. Trust him to double up. So who's cock was she sucking? Frankly she didn't care. Her threesome had become a foursome, but she was feeling so horny and slutty that she would have sucked anyone. For all she cared, Gareth could throw the door open and invite the next passing guest to join them. As he fucked her, Gareth unlocked her handcuffs and Anne was finally able to reach up to wank the guys she was sucking off.
Gareth pounded her from behind as she eagerly pulled and sucked the two cocks in front of her face. As his tempo increased she sucked harder and switched faster. Both of them were also playing with her tits and pulling her nipples. Their low groans of pleasure were only drowned out by Gareth's thighs slapping into her arse as he fucked her harder and harder. She knew what was coming.
She lifted her head for a moment and cried "Oh God" as she felt her second orgasm engulf her. But as it did, she felt the two guys slide to each side of the bed, take her by the arms and pin her to the mattress, face down. As her stomach churned through its climax, Gareth was forced out of her. The loss of the fullness in her pussy made her feel momentarily cheated but her orgasm was already cresting and she crossed her legs in an effort to stir more heat into her throbbing lips.
She was roughly turned over, face up and dragged onto the bed by her two unseen lovers and she found her self willingly maneuvered, assisting by shifting her weight to scoot up and onto the bed proper. What came next was a surprise.
Both wrists were wrapped in what felt like silk belts and her arms were held over her head whilst she was tied securely. Next she felt her ankles being gripped and her legs were abruptly parted, exposing her dripping cunt for all to see – where was Gareth? She wished she could take the blindfold off. She wished she could speak. A similar bondage was applied to her ankles and she felt them being securely tied to the feet of the bed. She was spread-eagled and immobile. And horny as fuck!
Someone kneeled on the bed, astride her left arm and she felt her head being turned towards their groin and she opened her mouth in expectation of it being filled with cock. She was not disappointed. Hot, hard flesh was slid into her willing mouth and she willingly received it, sucking and licking, enjoying the texture and desire of its owner to satisfy the need to possess her mouth and take pleasure from it.
Next she felt a mouth engulf her already sensitive breasts – first the right one, then the other, brushing across each hardened nipple with their tongue until both nipples were fully engorged and ultra sensitive to touch.
Teeth sc****d across them, at last biting down slightly and air was sucked across them to increase the sensitivity, heightening the feeling of being deliciously trapped and used. She wanted to buck up against the mouth but couldn’t because of being tied down so tightly. As she arched her hips, a pillow was placed under her buttocks effectively opening her up like a flower. Her pussy dripped delicious nectar.
The un-occupied nipple was swiftly gripped and tweaked hard, blissful and painful at the same time. She wanted to groan but the cock in her mouth made it hard to do anything other gurgle as saliva and pre-cum flooded her mouth.
The word “NOW” came from a voice from the other side of the bed, shocking Anne, momentarily causing her to stop sucking on the throbbing prick in her mouth. Its owner’ clearly displeased with Anne ceasing her work, barked a command. “Anne, if you don’t start sucking my cock again, Gareth over there is going to have to do it for you. And whilst I am sure he is equally capable of giving pleasure, your cock sucking skills have me quite turned on. What’s it to be?”
Anne thought for a moment – “was this part of it? She knew Gareth was Is Bi curious, but was this meant to be part of it? She was too far gone to think. In an act of compliance, she obediently placed her mouth back over the end of the man’s glans and showed just how sluttish she could be when the desire takes over. She was rewarded with a “Good Girl” from the owner of the rigid flesh, a response that made her giggle. “Good at being bad!” she thought, as she renewed her vigorous sucking
The original voice spoke again. “Gareth, I want you to suck your wife’s pussy until she cums. I think she’s wants it. I think she deserves it. Consider that you are making it ready for me and I want her hot, wet and willing. Was Gareth giving her over to these two? Anne’s thoughts were interrupted as the question was directed to her.
“Are you hot, wet and willing for me to fuck you, Anne?” Anne nodded and gargled her agreement without missing a stroke on the engorged penis that was now slick with her saliva– she received another “good girl” and mentally returned a “your welcome – or was it a… “You will be”.
Gareth knelt at the bottom of the bed and started to gently suck at Anne’s soaking lips, licking and caressing them. Clearly he knew her body and in her heightened state was able to bring her very close quite quickly to another crushing orgasm. Her hips were on the edge of the bed, raised by the pillow and she felt her thighs being pushed apart. Gareth's tongue found its place on her swollen clit.
He knew how she was always ready for a licking as a prelude to a hard fuck. The bugger was teasing her though, she wanted it harder now and he was just flicking and teasing. She wanted to press her thighs around his ears as a hint to give her more and more, but Gareth knew how to keep her on the brink.
Her tits were once again receiving the attention from the original voice - stroked and caressed and pinched so that all her erogenous zones were on fire. – Fuck she felt like she was going to combust!
Her breathing quickened and she found her self gasping around the fully engorged rod that was now fucking her face with long, slow and very insistent strokes. She knew he was close and whilst she didn’t really care to swallow spunk – she knew if he did erupt she would take it in her mouth just to feel like she had whored herself to this moment – she knew if he exploded, it would be like she had driven him over the edge because she could.
Gareth’s oral was way too much. Sucking her pussy, kissing her clitoris and rasping his tongue over the hooded gem. It forced her to gag on the cock in her mouth, momentarily breaking his rhythm. She was so nearly there. He was SO nearly there! He withdrew so she could breathe. She could hear herself say, “fuck”, “fuck”, “fuck it”, repeating this mini mantra over and over. She wanted to fuck Gareth’s mouth back and drive his tongue into her but the restraints prevented anything but small movements.
As he felt his wife ready to cum, he forced Anne’s pussy open with the palm of his hand and placed the tip of his tongue directly onto her clit, vibrating it rapidly until finally, FUUUUUCK! She came hard, like a fountain, flooding his mouth with copious hot liquid.
She wanted to close her legs and protect her pussy with her hands but tied as she was, her only relief was in her scream. Anne was not a screamer and so she didn’t recognize herself when the noise rose from her throat, sucking in gasps of air she became giddy in her hyperventilated state.
As she crashed through her orgasm, the man at her nipples, straddled her thigh in one swift movement, and deftly knelt at her defenseless cunt. The angle of her pussy created by the pillow underneath her and the wetness of her pussy offered no resistance. When he positioned his cock head at her glistening entrance, it seemed way too engorged to slide in with any ease. When he slammed his hips forward, she was filled to the hilt in a single, delicious and complete movement with wall-to-wall cock. He allowed it to stay throbbing inside her for a few moments and she could feel the heat from the mushroomed head buried deep inside her. Then he started sawing it into her. FUCK was all that entered her mind as she was sent into orbit. Never had she received this much attention – it was almost narcotic.
The initial force of the swollen prick now buried in her, had flattened her clit and prolonged the tingling pleasure that was spreading from her swollen pussy lips. In this moment, she felt truly fucked, pinned like a butterfly on display and at the centre of all this male desire in the room. The headiness of the situation took her over the edge.
“Oh dear Gareth, Your wife has stopped sucking my cock. Would you like to finish what she started?
“I want to see it, I want to see it!” She begged – Gareth pulled the blindfold from her – the room was thankfully dimly lit so her eyes didn’t take much adjustment. She watched as the guy stood at the head of the bed so she could see the magnificent shaft and Gareth dutifully knelt to take the cock into his mouth.
“Suck it and wank me Gareth – Slowly” He commanded; “One hand on my balls and one on my shaft” instructed the guy. “And don’t stop until I tell you to”
Orally, he was not quite as accomplished as Anne, but he was fast leaning. He sucked and slurped his way up and down the shaft, pulling the foreskin over the shiny taught head and easing it back aided by his lips. The guy was not going to be able to hold this for very long – Anne had ensured that he was already on the brink of climax before she became focused on Gareth’s tongue – now , Gareth’s tongue was replaced by a hard rod of hot flesh and she was being taken, tied down and deliciously screwed.
She loved it that they wanted her to behave this way – and in this fantasy filled room, she was happy to oblige. It was not long before Gareth’s mouth was eliciting its second orgasm of the night. The guy was watching Anne over Gareth’s head. He gave more instruction to Gareth, but watched Anne watching her husband. “Place your hands on my hips Gareth, I’m going to come”. Gareth closed his eyes, did as instructed and waited.
“Wait, untie my hands – let us both take you” cried Anne.
Gareth stopped. Shocked by what his wife was saying - and looked across at Anne – then at the guy. The guy withdrew from Gareth’s mouth – a grin playing across his face, his shaft bouncing seemingly with a heartbeat of its own and gleaming with saliva.
All three men untied Anne and the guy lay on the bed with his cock rigid with lust.
Anne got on all fours between his legs and resumed sucking on the rod of pulsating flesh and in this position resumed to be filled by her third lover’s hard cock, doggie style. Gareth knelt beside the bed and leaned in so that both he and Anne both now had accessibility to the guy’s cock. Held there between two cocks she felt like the delicious slut that she had fantasised to be
Two mouths on the cock that lay in front of them meant there was no way in which the guy could hold back. Anne first began slowly bobbing her head up and down the shaft synchronized to the fucking she was receiving and then offered it to Gareth. He repeated the movement. It was Anne that sensed the twitching that was onset of the guy’s orgasm. She placed a hand gently on Gareth’s head and stroked the Cock in front of her, knowing it was about to erupt. When it did, Gareth lifted his mouth off slightly to allow the jets of hot liquid to strike the back of his mouth and run back down the shaft while Anne continued to gently wank the throbbing member draining it of all spunk, her wrist drenched in cum.
The guy fucking Anne, erupted, obviously turned on by the show, she felt stream after stream of hot spunk fill her pussy and run down her thighs. The deep grunts of exhausted satisfaction told her she'd pretty much drained both of them dry.
Then silence, apart from the sound of deep breathing from Anne and her three lovers.
"Thanks guys" said Gareth's voice and Anne felt the bed lift on either side of her as the two visitors quickly stood up and dressed. There were no goodbyes or thanks. She watched them dressing she reached down to stroke Gareth's head. "Mmmmmmm" was all she could say. – They simply left in silence.
A few moments later, just as the hotel room door closed behind two departing - and smiling - visitors, Anne looked at Gareth, now sitting next to her with the broadest grin she'd ever seen. "Enjoy that?" he asked.
"You know I did" she replied. "But talk about throwing me in at the deep end."
"I told you - you just have to trust me" said Gareth. "I knew how much you really wanted this, but I was worried the guy might not show up - even though I'd checked him out. So I lined up a substitute as well. In the end, they both showed, and I thought it was a shame to waste a willing cock. I had to change the script a bit down in the bar. That's why we took a while. But they were both up for giving you an extra surprise. Fuck - it was so horny watching you sucking them both when you thought one of them was me!"
"Good job I DO trust you" Anne replied. "But I'm not sure how you can ever follow that."
"Oh, I've already thought of that" said Gareth. "You'll love it. Trust me...."
She was naked on her knees, her wrists handcuffed behind her. Blindfolded, she could smell the deep new carpet of the hotel room and hear the movement of staff up and down the corridor interspersed with the regular burr of the air conditioning as it kept the room comfortable on a warm evening.
For the previous 10 minutes she had been getting more and more aroused. They had talked about this for so long, planning every detail, imagining how incredibly naughty it would be. She had lived this so many times in her head that it felt oddly familiar to finally be doing it for real. As if she already knew what was to happen next.
She imagined Gareth down in the bar - meeting the guy he had picked to join them. Running over the rules one more time and spending a few minutes chatting to him to reassure himself that it wasn't some weirdo who was going to want to take over and ruin their fantasy. Anne knew nothing about this man, apart from the fact he was experienced at group sex. They'd agreed that Anne should be the only "swinging virgin" in the room. When she questioned him about the man he'd selected, Gareth replied like a scratched record. He just said "trust me", over and over. And she did.
Gareth had done this sort of thing before. When he'd first mentioned his previous group experiences to Anne as they lay in bed after a drunken post-party fuck, she was shocked, but she'd asked him for more details - and then more... and the more she imagined it, the idea of being with two guys had become less like a porno script and turned into a fantasy that could actually become real.
But the bit that never quite fitted was how to make it happen. She would just giggle if she had to answer the door to someone who'd been invited to join them for a threesome. I can't just say "Are you the pizza guy, or am I fucking you later?" she'd joked to Gareth. "Where do I look first - his eyes or his cock?" And the idea of a swingers club - or worse, dogging with a bunch of pervy old men in a car park - was too much to think about.
So here she was. Almost naked except for matching briefs and bra, her sheer holdups and blindfolded, on her knees in a hotel room, waiting for her husband and a stranger to come back. She was also wet. VERY wet and butterflies played in her stomach heightening her nervous state, brought on by the fear and trepidation.
Re-running the script in her head since Gareth had left the room was turning her on. She longed to reach round and touch herself, but her handcuffs stopped her. Instead she tensed her pelvic muscles. She felt a pleasant tingle and, as she pushed herself up, her knees sank a little further into the soft carpet proving deliciously futile in trying to touch herself!
How long did it take him to check this guy out? The guy had texted Gareth to say he'd arrived in the bar, and he seemed to have been gone a while. Surely they'd be back soon. Then the click at the door, as the keycard registered with the lock. Suddenly she was terrified. It was happening - right now. Anne wondered how it was possible to feel both rampantly horny and absolutely terrified at the same time.
She heard the door open and hoped that nobody was passing by. She'd positioned herself to face the door, at the foot of the bed, and suddenly realised that this wasn't a look she wanted the world to see. Hair tumbling over her shoulders, a black blindfold, a stripe of pink lipstick and her full breasts pointing straight into the corridor. Then another thought - which had never occurred until now - "I hope he fancies me."
They had agreed there would be no conversation. Anne was adamant about this. This was just sex. No small talk - no talk at all. She didn't want to have to think how to reply. But that now left a few moments of awkwardness as the two guys stripped off. Anne thought she heard the sound of shoes being placed in the wardrobe, then a zip. Then what she thought was the sound of something brushing the edge of the bed. They were closer. It was happening.
The guy’s rules were simple – No jewellery, no biting or scratching or marking of the skin, a safe word – even the need to have one nearly caused her to back out of this arrangement but she pushed on by the thrill of being completely “owned” for the night – the last rule was quite a bit thrilling – “Do as your told”.
She wanted to tell them she was ready. She opened her mouth slightly and her tongue played on her lips for a moment. Did they see her? If she broke her rules, would he break his too?
She kneeled up a couple of inches higher - her mouth still open slightly. She could hear their breathing, she was sure of it. Then something brushed her lower lip. It felt like the very large thumb of a masculine hand that wasn’t Gareth’s more familiar touch or scent. When it returned it did more than just brush and she let her lips engulf the tip of the hard, wet cock.
Mmmm... Precum. Gareth didn't tend to get wet so soon, so this must be her visitor. Seemed like he must fancy her after all, Anne thought, as her tongue played around the end of his shaft.
She heard a quiet groan of pleasure as she gradually allowed more and more of the cock to enter her mouth. As she sucked and squeezed with her mouth she felt a hand on the top of her head and her visitor held her head still so he could gently thrust himself in and out of her mouth. He didn't rush, which was good. She had agreed with Gareth that savouring the excitement of her first threesome was as important as rushing to the finish line. This guy knew what he was doing.
His cock felt both thicker and longer than Gareth's and quite smooth and very, very hard. Certainly it seemed to reach further back in her throat as she now was now being face fucked – gently - but firmly. She reveled in the deliciously naughty almost slut like way in which she was abandoned to these two men.
As he held her head her new friend established a steady rhythm as he pulled back and then pushed himself forward into Anne's waiting mouth. She could sense his excitement too - his breathing was getting faster. He let go of Anne's head and his hand reached down to play with her nipples. She wanted him to tweak her nipples hard, but he simply stroked underneath her breast and gave a gentle squeeze, stroking her nipple with the palm of his hand.
Anne felt like she wanted to burst. The build-up was paying off and she lifted herself slightly to tense her pussy again. As she did so a finger pressed her pussy lips apart and she heard a familiar "Mmmmmm" from behind her. She had almost forgotten about Gareth, but he'd obviously been enjoying the show too, watching from behind her. His fingertip slipped inside her and she was amazed how wet she felt. She wanted it further in, but she knew Gareth would tease her. And anyway - she had a mouthful of hard cock to enjoy, so she was hardly complaining.
Gareth's fingertip moved imperceptibly back and forth inside Anne and she shuddered. She managed a muffled "mmmm" which Gareth correctly interpreted as an instruction to proceed further. She felt Gareth's hand on her buttock and he lifted her slightly to give himself more room. One fingertip became two and they worked their way easily into Anne's silky cunt. She tensed around them as they thrust slowly in and out. Gareth was matching his rhythm to the tempo of the blow-job. "Clever”. She wanted more and tried to push back but as she did, Gareth just eased further back on the pressure and Anne pushed only onto air. This became deliciously frustrating and she began panting around the hard flesh in her mouth.
Her hands still behind her back in handcuffs, Anne reached for Gareth. She felt his forearm as he fingered her and she grabbed it, hoping she could pull him further into her. He got the hint, and his fingers moved faster and harder. Sensing that she was on the brink of orgasm, the guy in front of her pulled his cock out of her mouth and knelt in front of her. Now he was much rougher on her breast - tweaking and pulling her nipple. Gareth must have told him how much she loved that. And he kissed her - his mouth pressed hard into hers as his other hand moved between her legs and started on her clit. With Gareth's fingers inside her and another man's hand on her clit, Anne soon felt a wave of orgasm building within her.
"Jesus!" she cried - the first word spoken in the room since Gareth had left her to go down to the bar. "Jesus fucking Christ!" The words caught in her throat and she almost spat them through clenched teeth. Her left nipple was being pulled hard, her clit rubbed incessantly and her pussy finger-fucked hard. She felt her body explode into rapture.
It seemed to be a while before Anne recovered her composure. She couldn't believe what had happened. Her nerves all gone, she was reveling in being the blindfolded centre of attention of two horny guys. As her orgasm subsided, she felt Gareth take her hands - still handcuffed - and guide them to his cock, as he knelt behind her. He was rock hard. Not really surprising, thought Anne, given the circumstances. She wanked him gently with both hands and she could feel his dick pulsing occasionally as she did so.
In front of her, the visitor's cock was once again pressing against her lips. How these guys had managed not to come, she wondered. But that just meant there was more fun for later. She tried to mimic Gareth's trick - timing her wanking of his cock to the rhythm of her sucking. It felt good.
Gareth certainly seemed to be enjoying the situation. Anne heard him groan with pleasure once again, as she tightened her grip on him, still working his cock with both hands. But then he pulled away and she heard him stand up. The stranger's hand lifted her chin slightly and he rolled the end of his cock around her lips. She allowed her tongue to flick it as he did so and he murmured with pleasure. Then he moved his cock to one side of her mouth and she felt a second cock alongside it. She'd told Gareth that she had fantasised about taking turns sucking two guys off. He'd remembered - and now was her chance.
Two hard wet cocks, side by side, both of them resting on her lower lip. She flicked her tongue from one to the other. Then she moved to engulf Gareth's cock with her eager mouth. He deserved the best blow-job ever for arranging this, she thought. She could tell he was enjoying it as he felt so thick and hard inside her mouth. Still handcuffed, her head bobbed down hard on Gareth's throbbing cock. She took it as deep as she could, then she felt him lift her head and move it back to the other cock - the stranger's. She took turns - giving each one five or six thrusts of her head then switching to the other as they stood in front of her.
After swapping for one cock to the other a few times, Anne felt Gareth back away. He took her shoulder and indicated that she should get up. She followed as he backed towards the bed and sat on the edge. She leaned forwards and bent down to suck him again. She knew that he loved watching her suck him as he lay back in the bed, her hair cascading onto his lap as her head bobbed up and down on his dick. As she felt his hands on her shoulders, she also felt a hand squeezing her left breast as it swung. She realised that the visitor was also now lying on the bed alongside Gareth and so she switched to suck him for a while. She felt so slutty, as if she was in a porn film. Two meaty cocks standing to attention as she serviced them both. "God - why didn't I do this before?" she thought.
Then - as she moved back to suck Gareth again, she suddenly felt two hands grip her hips. Followed a second later by a hard cock entering her from behind. "Fuck! What's going on?" she thought. Gareth and his visitor were both on the bed. Then two words spoken from behind her - "Trust me". It was Gareth fucking her. The cheeky bastard. Trust him to double up. So who's cock was she sucking? Frankly she didn't care. Her threesome had become a foursome, but she was feeling so horny and slutty that she would have sucked anyone. For all she cared, Gareth could throw the door open and invite the next passing guest to join them. As he fucked her, Gareth unlocked her handcuffs and Anne was finally able to reach up to wank the guys she was sucking off.
Gareth pounded her from behind as she eagerly pulled and sucked the two cocks in front of her face. As his tempo increased she sucked harder and switched faster. Both of them were also playing with her tits and pulling her nipples. Their low groans of pleasure were only drowned out by Gareth's thighs slapping into her arse as he fucked her harder and harder. She knew what was coming.
She lifted her head for a moment and cried "Oh God" as she felt her second orgasm engulf her. But as it did, she felt the two guys slide to each side of the bed, take her by the arms and pin her to the mattress, face down. As her stomach churned through its climax, Gareth was forced out of her. The loss of the fullness in her pussy made her feel momentarily cheated but her orgasm was already cresting and she crossed her legs in an effort to stir more heat into her throbbing lips.
She was roughly turned over, face up and dragged onto the bed by her two unseen lovers and she found her self willingly maneuvered, assisting by shifting her weight to scoot up and onto the bed proper. What came next was a surprise.
Both wrists were wrapped in what felt like silk belts and her arms were held over her head whilst she was tied securely. Next she felt her ankles being gripped and her legs were abruptly parted, exposing her dripping cunt for all to see – where was Gareth? She wished she could take the blindfold off. She wished she could speak. A similar bondage was applied to her ankles and she felt them being securely tied to the feet of the bed. She was spread-eagled and immobile. And horny as fuck!
Someone kneeled on the bed, astride her left arm and she felt her head being turned towards their groin and she opened her mouth in expectation of it being filled with cock. She was not disappointed. Hot, hard flesh was slid into her willing mouth and she willingly received it, sucking and licking, enjoying the texture and desire of its owner to satisfy the need to possess her mouth and take pleasure from it.
Next she felt a mouth engulf her already sensitive breasts – first the right one, then the other, brushing across each hardened nipple with their tongue until both nipples were fully engorged and ultra sensitive to touch.
Teeth sc****d across them, at last biting down slightly and air was sucked across them to increase the sensitivity, heightening the feeling of being deliciously trapped and used. She wanted to buck up against the mouth but couldn’t because of being tied down so tightly. As she arched her hips, a pillow was placed under her buttocks effectively opening her up like a flower. Her pussy dripped delicious nectar.
The un-occupied nipple was swiftly gripped and tweaked hard, blissful and painful at the same time. She wanted to groan but the cock in her mouth made it hard to do anything other gurgle as saliva and pre-cum flooded her mouth.
The word “NOW” came from a voice from the other side of the bed, shocking Anne, momentarily causing her to stop sucking on the throbbing prick in her mouth. Its owner’ clearly displeased with Anne ceasing her work, barked a command. “Anne, if you don’t start sucking my cock again, Gareth over there is going to have to do it for you. And whilst I am sure he is equally capable of giving pleasure, your cock sucking skills have me quite turned on. What’s it to be?”
Anne thought for a moment – “was this part of it? She knew Gareth was Is Bi curious, but was this meant to be part of it? She was too far gone to think. In an act of compliance, she obediently placed her mouth back over the end of the man’s glans and showed just how sluttish she could be when the desire takes over. She was rewarded with a “Good Girl” from the owner of the rigid flesh, a response that made her giggle. “Good at being bad!” she thought, as she renewed her vigorous sucking
The original voice spoke again. “Gareth, I want you to suck your wife’s pussy until she cums. I think she’s wants it. I think she deserves it. Consider that you are making it ready for me and I want her hot, wet and willing. Was Gareth giving her over to these two? Anne’s thoughts were interrupted as the question was directed to her.
“Are you hot, wet and willing for me to fuck you, Anne?” Anne nodded and gargled her agreement without missing a stroke on the engorged penis that was now slick with her saliva– she received another “good girl” and mentally returned a “your welcome – or was it a… “You will be”.
Gareth knelt at the bottom of the bed and started to gently suck at Anne’s soaking lips, licking and caressing them. Clearly he knew her body and in her heightened state was able to bring her very close quite quickly to another crushing orgasm. Her hips were on the edge of the bed, raised by the pillow and she felt her thighs being pushed apart. Gareth's tongue found its place on her swollen clit.
He knew how she was always ready for a licking as a prelude to a hard fuck. The bugger was teasing her though, she wanted it harder now and he was just flicking and teasing. She wanted to press her thighs around his ears as a hint to give her more and more, but Gareth knew how to keep her on the brink.
Her tits were once again receiving the attention from the original voice - stroked and caressed and pinched so that all her erogenous zones were on fire. – Fuck she felt like she was going to combust!
Her breathing quickened and she found her self gasping around the fully engorged rod that was now fucking her face with long, slow and very insistent strokes. She knew he was close and whilst she didn’t really care to swallow spunk – she knew if he did erupt she would take it in her mouth just to feel like she had whored herself to this moment – she knew if he exploded, it would be like she had driven him over the edge because she could.
Gareth’s oral was way too much. Sucking her pussy, kissing her clitoris and rasping his tongue over the hooded gem. It forced her to gag on the cock in her mouth, momentarily breaking his rhythm. She was so nearly there. He was SO nearly there! He withdrew so she could breathe. She could hear herself say, “fuck”, “fuck”, “fuck it”, repeating this mini mantra over and over. She wanted to fuck Gareth’s mouth back and drive his tongue into her but the restraints prevented anything but small movements.
As he felt his wife ready to cum, he forced Anne’s pussy open with the palm of his hand and placed the tip of his tongue directly onto her clit, vibrating it rapidly until finally, FUUUUUCK! She came hard, like a fountain, flooding his mouth with copious hot liquid.
She wanted to close her legs and protect her pussy with her hands but tied as she was, her only relief was in her scream. Anne was not a screamer and so she didn’t recognize herself when the noise rose from her throat, sucking in gasps of air she became giddy in her hyperventilated state.
As she crashed through her orgasm, the man at her nipples, straddled her thigh in one swift movement, and deftly knelt at her defenseless cunt. The angle of her pussy created by the pillow underneath her and the wetness of her pussy offered no resistance. When he positioned his cock head at her glistening entrance, it seemed way too engorged to slide in with any ease. When he slammed his hips forward, she was filled to the hilt in a single, delicious and complete movement with wall-to-wall cock. He allowed it to stay throbbing inside her for a few moments and she could feel the heat from the mushroomed head buried deep inside her. Then he started sawing it into her. FUCK was all that entered her mind as she was sent into orbit. Never had she received this much attention – it was almost narcotic.
The initial force of the swollen prick now buried in her, had flattened her clit and prolonged the tingling pleasure that was spreading from her swollen pussy lips. In this moment, she felt truly fucked, pinned like a butterfly on display and at the centre of all this male desire in the room. The headiness of the situation took her over the edge.
“Oh dear Gareth, Your wife has stopped sucking my cock. Would you like to finish what she started?
“I want to see it, I want to see it!” She begged – Gareth pulled the blindfold from her – the room was thankfully dimly lit so her eyes didn’t take much adjustment. She watched as the guy stood at the head of the bed so she could see the magnificent shaft and Gareth dutifully knelt to take the cock into his mouth.
“Suck it and wank me Gareth – Slowly” He commanded; “One hand on my balls and one on my shaft” instructed the guy. “And don’t stop until I tell you to”
Orally, he was not quite as accomplished as Anne, but he was fast leaning. He sucked and slurped his way up and down the shaft, pulling the foreskin over the shiny taught head and easing it back aided by his lips. The guy was not going to be able to hold this for very long – Anne had ensured that he was already on the brink of climax before she became focused on Gareth’s tongue – now , Gareth’s tongue was replaced by a hard rod of hot flesh and she was being taken, tied down and deliciously screwed.
She loved it that they wanted her to behave this way – and in this fantasy filled room, she was happy to oblige. It was not long before Gareth’s mouth was eliciting its second orgasm of the night. The guy was watching Anne over Gareth’s head. He gave more instruction to Gareth, but watched Anne watching her husband. “Place your hands on my hips Gareth, I’m going to come”. Gareth closed his eyes, did as instructed and waited.
“Wait, untie my hands – let us both take you” cried Anne.
Gareth stopped. Shocked by what his wife was saying - and looked across at Anne – then at the guy. The guy withdrew from Gareth’s mouth – a grin playing across his face, his shaft bouncing seemingly with a heartbeat of its own and gleaming with saliva.
All three men untied Anne and the guy lay on the bed with his cock rigid with lust.
Anne got on all fours between his legs and resumed sucking on the rod of pulsating flesh and in this position resumed to be filled by her third lover’s hard cock, doggie style. Gareth knelt beside the bed and leaned in so that both he and Anne both now had accessibility to the guy’s cock. Held there between two cocks she felt like the delicious slut that she had fantasised to be
Two mouths on the cock that lay in front of them meant there was no way in which the guy could hold back. Anne first began slowly bobbing her head up and down the shaft synchronized to the fucking she was receiving and then offered it to Gareth. He repeated the movement. It was Anne that sensed the twitching that was onset of the guy’s orgasm. She placed a hand gently on Gareth’s head and stroked the Cock in front of her, knowing it was about to erupt. When it did, Gareth lifted his mouth off slightly to allow the jets of hot liquid to strike the back of his mouth and run back down the shaft while Anne continued to gently wank the throbbing member draining it of all spunk, her wrist drenched in cum.
The guy fucking Anne, erupted, obviously turned on by the show, she felt stream after stream of hot spunk fill her pussy and run down her thighs. The deep grunts of exhausted satisfaction told her she'd pretty much drained both of them dry.
Then silence, apart from the sound of deep breathing from Anne and her three lovers.
"Thanks guys" said Gareth's voice and Anne felt the bed lift on either side of her as the two visitors quickly stood up and dressed. There were no goodbyes or thanks. She watched them dressing she reached down to stroke Gareth's head. "Mmmmmmm" was all she could say. – They simply left in silence.
A few moments later, just as the hotel room door closed behind two departing - and smiling - visitors, Anne looked at Gareth, now sitting next to her with the broadest grin she'd ever seen. "Enjoy that?" he asked.
"You know I did" she replied. "But talk about throwing me in at the deep end."
"I told you - you just have to trust me" said Gareth. "I knew how much you really wanted this, but I was worried the guy might not show up - even though I'd checked him out. So I lined up a substitute as well. In the end, they both showed, and I thought it was a shame to waste a willing cock. I had to change the script a bit down in the bar. That's why we took a while. But they were both up for giving you an extra surprise. Fuck - it was so horny watching you sucking them both when you thought one of them was me!"
"Good job I DO trust you" Anne replied. "But I'm not sure how you can ever follow that."
"Oh, I've already thought of that" said Gareth. "You'll love it. Trust me...."
Mila
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