- The Big Catch
- A FRIENDLY MASSAGE TURNS INTO A HOT THREEWAY WHEN JOE JOINS THIS HORNY COUPLE
- FEISTY COUPLE CALLS ROOM SERVICE TO FEED HER NEED
- Call of the Wild
- COOKING MAGAZINE SPICES UP COUPLE’S SEX LIFE
- A BREAKFAST BLUNDER FORCES THIS DOMME TO TAKE HER SUB TO TASK
- Cabin Fever
- Midday Sex Show
- HIS WAITRESS WIFE SERVES UP HOT SEX TO HUNGRY TRUCKERS
- HER CAMPFIRE GAMES INCLUDE ANAL SEX BY MOONLIGHT
- NOVICE TV GOES WILD WITH MALE STRIPPERS AT A BACHELORETTE BASH
- TWO PEOPLE WITH MATCHING FANTASIES BRING EACH OTHER UNEXPECTED PLEASURES
- WHEN A SEXY STRIPPER INVITES HIM HOME, HOW CAN HE REFUSE?
I’ll admit I was pissed that night when the manager took me off the front desk and told me to run room service. We had to be a team players, he reminded me. We were understaffed, and I felt underpaid, being put on a shift I was never meant to work—but I got paid for it very well in the end.
She was long and lean and had dark brown hair that flowed down her back, nearly to her heart-shaped ass. “Look what room service sent, Gavin,” she called out, smiling at me. It was a winning smile, with nice white teeth and glossy lips that made me think dirty things.
She stepped back and gave me a coy, “Come on in, big boy.”
“A midnight snack, I guess?” answered a masculine voice from the unseen guest, who I presumed was Gavin. I pulled the dome off an appetizer platter just as a large man entered the room, yanking off a navy blue tie.
“Well?” he asked, not even looking at me. His eyes had gone straight to her, and he stood there as if awaiting a verdict.
I literally jumped when she touched me. I hadn’t even heard her approach me because her bare feet were silent on the plush carpet. “I like him,” she said. She ran a long, lacquered fingernail up my forearm, and my dick got hard.
I bit the inside of my cheek to tame myself. I couldn’t react to this man’s wife touching me. I wasn’t looking to get clocked by an angry giant.
His gaze settled on me, and he gave me a half-assed smile. “So, you interested in getting laid tonight?”
I swallowed hard and waited for my pounding heart to steady.
“Me, not him,” she purred in my ear, answering my unasked question. “But actually, full disclosure, it would be all three of us.”
The way she said it, so matter-of-factly, made me laugh out loud. Her husband smiled, and she joined in. “So is that a yes, Mr. Room Service?” Her hand cupped my ass, and she gave me a friendly squeeze. “Choose now, time is wasting.”
“I’m in,” I said, finding my voice and closing the door to their room.
“Good. Now get the monkey suit off,” Gavin said, unbuttoning his white dress shirt. “Tonight, Natalie is ravenous. She needs to get some soon or she’s going to lose her mind.”
I thought he was joking, but when I started to kick off my shoes, Natalie was already bare but for a tiny turquoise thong and a smile. My cock, hard and eager, became almost painfully rigid.
She leaned in, her lips tickling my ear. “Pick a hole. Any hole.”
The look on my face must have amused her husband because a rumble of laughter emanated from his hulking form.
I eyed her lush tits as I weighed my choices, all the while running a restless hand up and down my rod.
“Mouth,” I finally said. What a hard decision. But something about those shiny, pouty lips turned me on.
“Oh, baby, he takes mouth. And you?” She ran her fingers over Gavin’s huge biceps, and her nipples hardened. She definitely had a stellar rack.
“I’ll go with traditional,” Gavin said, with a smile. He was clearly humoring her. “That pussy of yours wins me over almost every time.”
Natalie leaned in and kissed him. I watched his hands slide possessively along the curve of her back and the meaty flare of her hips, finally settling on her delicious ass, which he squeezed. “Take off that stupid thong,” he commanded, and Natalie bent to do just that.
When she pushed her panties down to her ankles, I caught a glimpse of her pouty nether lips. The small star of her anus also became visible, and I reconsidered my choice—until she turned and licked her lips. “Stand over there by the easy chair, big boy,” she said.
No one had asked me my name, and that was fine by me.
On hands and knees, she arranged herself on an oversized armchair that actually pulled out to a single bed. There was one in every high-end suite. She hadn’t pulled it out though; she stayed in place and motioned me over. I ditched my pants and went to stand where directed. At this angle, she was in the perfect position for her husband to fuck her while she sucked my dick. I wondered how many times these two had done this in our hotel.
“Let’s get started,” she said.
“Sucking dick makes her wet,” Gavin called out, laughing softly. He continued to undress, folding his clothing precisely and building a nice neat pile. He watched intently as his wife lowered her mouth onto my rigid cock. It was a wonderful sight—pearly-pink lips sliding down my shaft. Her big brown eyes watched me eagerly. She was an anime fantasy, a dream girl. When she sucked, heat and pleasure flooded my body and my knees felt disjointed.
“She’s got quite a mouth on her, she does,” Gavin said as he took up a stance behind his wife. He delivered one good smack to her fine ass, driving Natalie a bit further down my hard-on. She and I shared a cry, and I had to work hard to maintain my control. She sucked me again with more vigor, and my mouth went dry. Her tongue was wet suede, damp velvet . . . pure heaven.
“Good, right?” Gavin asked, reading my mind. He pushed against Natalie, and I watched him slowly ease into her. When he was fully in and began to move, Natalie’s licks and sucks became more greedy. The wet pressure that crawled along my skin had me cupping my balls and thrusting eagerly.
This hadn’t been what I imagined when they’d switched my shift. I was grateful that I hadn’t refused.
Gavin wrapped that long dark hair of Natalie’s around his fist and tugged a bit—just enough to make the lean muscles in her neck taut. When he did that, she bucked under him, her mouth working at my cock for all she was worth. Her tongue was a magical thing that streaked along my eager flesh and licked wantonly at the very tip of me, gathering any pre-come that might be there. I didn’t touch her; I just dug my fingernails into my thighs to keep myself in check.
Gavin went deeper, driving her further down my shaft with every thrust. I watched him wedge a thick thumb into her back hole and twist it roughly. Her eyelids fluttered, and her cheeks grew red. This girl was ready to pop, and with every plunge of his big cock into her cunt, she sucked me harder. I wanted to wait for the grand finale, but it was getting difficult to focus.
She pulled her lips from me, taking my shaft in her fist. She gave me rough but perfect strokes. “When I come, you can come,” she said.
Gavin chuckled, and I didn’t get the joke. I nodded once, and she returned her blissfully hot mouth to me. Somehow the brief reprieve had strained my control. Gavin smiled at me over her bowed back and licked his first and second fingers. Promptly, he replaced his thumb with those two slick fingers in her fine ass.
Natalie went wild, moving her body restlessly on the chair. She nibbled at my glans and I jumped, both wary and beyond turned on.
“She only bites a little,” Gavin said and smacked her ass once more.
Natalie let out a cry and came, her whole body wracked by her pleasure. The pressure she exerted on my member with her mouth was unreal, and I lost my fragile control, spilling my load across her tongue. Rivulets of come dripped off her lovely lips as I filled her mouth to overflowing with my load.
Gavin didn’t come. He pulled free of his wife and patted her bottom affectionately. Then he handed me my pants and a hefty tip. “Thanks for the help. Have a good night.”
I barely had my pants on before he shut the door behind me. In the hall, I tried to catch my breath. They were done with me, but judging by the sounds emanating from the suite, they were nowhere near done with each other.
Mr. Eric K.,