The Room

THE ROOM Pushing him onto the sofa, she kneels between his legs and places her hands on each of his thighs gently stroking his skin while he runs his fingers through her hair. Her hands move slowly over his skin, stroking from his knees, up to the top of his thighs and then back again while he shudders with pleasure. Moving in closer still, she presses her naked breasts against his cock and kisses his chest, licking his salty skin, running her tongue around a nipple before sucking it into her mouth and teasing it with her lips. Her breasts are warm against his cock as she moves her mouth lower and grazes her teeth against the skin of his abdomen, which makes him release a soft breath; she feels his cock hardening against her and his hands moving to caress her back, and she smiles. She takes his cock into her hands and strokes it softly, before bending to lick it's length from the base to the tip and back, over and over, until he is throbbing almost painfully. He feels shivers run down his spine and reaches out to her, needing to touch her, needing to be close to her and wanting to take her completely with his body. She takes his cock into her mouth, just the tip, and gives a gentle suck; he groans, and she moves her head down and begins to take the length of him into her warm wet mouth. She too moans, just softly, happy to be here, happy to be doing this, so incredibly turned on by the feel of his cock pulsing in her mouth. She begins to suck his cock in earnest, moving it in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm; her mouth is wrapped tightly around his cock as she moves it, sucks it, devours it. Her hands now move away from his thighs to stroke his balls and his hands move to her head, fingers running through her hair frantically as she brings him closer to the edge. His breathing is heavy, his mind swims and he wants to take her and make her his right away; pushing her away he slides down to the floor and moves around to kneel behind her. His cock is wet and slippery from her ministrations and he lifts her up slightly and leans her over the sofa, slides his knees between hers and moves his cock against her pussy, rubbing it against her there. Her nipples harden even more, and her body reacts to his immediately... she quivers in anticipation. His cock is hard against her and, finding the place he was searching for, he slides the head into her pussy then thrusts hard, forcing her against the sofa. She screams out, filled with his cock, her pussy throbbing and stretched; her fists grip the sofa cushions and she pushes back against his body, aching, wanting, needing. He holds her hips in his hands and, like a man possessed, he thrusts into her again and again, feeling his balls slap against her. She moans and trembles, her whole body on fire; her head lowers itself to the sofa and her ass lifts higher as he pushes himself in harder and faster at the same time moving his hand between her legs to finger her clit. Screaming out, she feels her pussy spasm around his cock, and cums.... soaking him, soaking her, before collapsing on the cushions. Heather and Wayne had left their home in Atlanta on Friday morning to attend this weekend convention. The plane ride to Los Vegas had been uneventful, and they had both been wrapped up in their own thoughts. Heather had done a little reading - a light romance - and spent the time thinking about the coming weekend and how to avoid Wayne's sleazy boss who always seemed to be looking at her as if he were undressing her with his eyes. Wayne had some paperwork on his lap, but he was only pretending to look at it. He, too, was thinking to the weekend ahead: the endless meetings, the boring dinners, even the compulsory company golf game. Still, it meant that he would have the nights alone with his beautiful wife, no kids to disturb them, nothing else to take the focus from each other. And he had something else in store for her this weekend. Before she can get her breath back, he removes his cock from her pulsing cunt and takes her in his arms, carrying her. He stands her on her feet, holding her, kissing her, stroking her body. Then he pushes her and all of a sudden she is bent over the back of the two seater sofa, so that the front of her body is hanging over the cushions, and her legs are over on the other side. Taking two silk neckties, he wraps one around each wrist and ties her arms to the front legs of the sofa. Moving around behind her and keeping his hand on her back the whole time, he keeps her pushed down into the back of the sofa. Taking one of her legs and he ties it to the back leg of the sofa, then grabs her other ankle and yanks her legs apart, wide, before tying that one to the other sofa leg. Now she is helpless; hips over the sofa and ass jutting a little in the air, her upper body over the cushions - hanging - arms apart and bound tightly. Her legs and lower body on the other side, spread apart, pussy wet and exposed. Moving in front of her, he takes her head in his hands very gently and raises it to meet his gaze before releasing it and letting her hang there. Once again, he moves behind her, this time putting his hands on her ass and stroking it gently before giving it a tight squeeze. Spreading her pussy lips apart with one hand, he takes his hard cock into the other and pushes it between her legs. One sudden thrust, and his cock fills her. He takes her hips into his hands, and uses them to pull her back onto his cock as he takes her, pumping into her, making her moan, then scream in pleasure. Never before has he met a woman such as this: a woman who can enjoy both a slow, sensual love-making session, and a hard animal-like fuck that sends them both spiralling over the edge. Again she screams; and then they are both cumming hard, she on his cock, he pushing in hard as his cock explodes inside her. His movements slow, then stop. He touches her back, gently running his hands softly across her skin; she shivers, whimpering. Moving around in front of her again, he pauses to pick up his robe, then slips it on. Placing his hand under her chin, he lifts her head and gazes down at her, smiling. Tonight he will push her over the edge, test her limits, test her love for him and make one of their most talked about fantasies come true. Picking up the phone on the side table, he calls room service and orders his favourie, Bushmills Irish Whiskey, then settles on the sofa under her hanging breasts to wait. Reaching up with one hand, he idly strokes her breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs then rolling them between his fingers. She starts to whimper again, but he can see the alarm in her eyes when she hears the knock on the door. He kisses her once, hard, and then moves off the sofa to answer the door. Opening it, he sees what he hoped he would find: a tall young man, well groomed, pushing a room service trolley. Stepping back, he asks that the trolley be placed inside and pushed next to the sofa, knowing what the young man will see when he steps inside the room and watching for his reaction. Friday's activities had gone quite well, and both Heather and Wayne had enjoyed themselves, but they were very tired and just collapsed into bed at the end of the evening. Saturday was even more hectic, with lectures, meetings and seminars as well as the compulsory lunch and the Awards dinner. Again, the pair of them fell asleep almost immediately upon hitting the mattress. Sunday was different though; a lazy morning for Heather, a golf game for Wayne. Then a light brunch before having the rest of the day to themselves, only needing to get together with their colleagues in the evening for the last dinner of the convention. And so it was for the Sunday night that Wayne had made his plans. Drake had always felt he had seen everything. Having worked at this and other up-market hotels for the last three years, there was nothing left that could surprise him - or so he thought until this moment. The tableau now before his eyes is like nothing he has ever experienced before: a man, dressed in what appears to be only a bathrobe, asking him to bring a drinks trolley through. A woman, naked and tied to the room's sofa, her pussy open and exposed, and what is obviously the man's cum still dripping out from it and onto her thighs. As Drake tries to decide whether to wait for a tip or get out as quickly as possible, the man moves to the woman, rubs his hands between her legs and then casually slips two fingers into her. As he lazily thrusts them in and out of the woman, he looks at Drake, checking for a reaction. Drake's eyes are fixed on the woman, his feet rooted the the floor, watching in fascination as the man's fingers start to stroke a little faster, disappearing into her pussy and then peeking out again before being thrust back in. He is startled when he hears the woman begin to moan, then start to push back against the man's fingers. Wayne, satisfied that the young man - given his reaction and the bulge in his pants - will be participating in this little adventure, now moves in front of Heather and offers her his cum-soaked fingers. She opens her mouth and sucks on them hungrily, mourning their absence in her cunt, wanting to cum again. Motioning to the young man to help himself, Wayne watches as Drake moves behind his wife and kneels, his face only inches away from her pussy. Drake spreads Heather's pussy with one hand, then begins to lick the cum from it. Soon, he has his nose pressed in hard and is sucking on her clit, making her moan. His hands roam over her ass, kneading, squeezing; then move down between her legs and push her thighs further apart. He moves one hand, and then does what he saw the man do: pushes two fingers inside her slippery cunt and starts to stroke. Wayne doesn't know for certain what is going on between his wife's legs, he can't see from his position in front of her. But, from the way her body moves, he knows that Heather is being finger or tongue-fucked and that sends a rush of blood to his groin. Picking up his drink from the trolley, he lies on the sofa under her, puts a finger into the whiskey and then paints both her nipples with it; she is moaning, and he moves his mouth to one breast then the other sucking them, then biting them, gently at first, then harder as he sees her getting closer and closer to cumming. Wayne puts his drink down on the floor next to the sofa, and starts to stroke his hard cock. With three fingers now pumping in and out of her pussy, lips fastened on her clit and sucking, her husband sucking and biting on her nipples, Heather is unable to do anything but give in to the sensations that take over her body. She screams out, the feels her pussy spasming around the unknown fingers as she cums. While she is still trying to recover, trying to get her breath back, Drake stands up and quickly unbuttons then unzips his pants before dropping both them and his boxers shorts around his ankles and thrusting his pulsating cock into the woman with one hard thrust. Wayne has seen his wife cum, and the sudden forward movement of her body over him tells him that the young man has now shoved his cock into his wife's cunt and is pumping into her. He gives her nipples a couple more hard sucks, then gets up off the sofa and walks behind it, wanting to see the young man thrusting into his wife, pushing hard into her, spreading her with his cock. Still stroking his cock, Wayne watches: the man's cock appears to be of average length, but on the thick side. He can see that Heather's pussy is stretched tight around it, her cum making it glisten. Drake's hands are on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, and one finger is moving slowly up and down the crack. Wayne keeps watching, his cock getting even harder as the young man pushes that finger slowly into Heather's ass. The sight is too much for him; he is overcome by passion, lust. Walking back around in front of her, Wayne takes her by the hair and lifts her head; Heather's mouth opens, knowing without being told what it is her husband wants. Taking his cock in one hand and holding her head with the other, Wayne pushes his cock into her waiting, open mouth and tells her to suck it. She does, and every time Drake thrusts into her pussy, it pushes her harder onto Wayne's cock, making it go deeper into her throat until she is almost - but not quite - gagging. He holds her head with one hand, and moves the other to her breast, squeezing the nipple. Drake pumps faster now, his cock filling her, his finger moving in and out of her ass. Every thrust throws her forward onto Wayne's cock, harder, deeper, faster; Wayne starts to pinch her nipples harder, his excitement increasing. Never before has she been able to move her mouth this fast on his cock, and his reactions are almost uncontrollable. Soon, all three are out of control. Heather is moaning, almost screaming, the sounds muffled by Wayne's cock as it pumps into her throat; her pussy is throbbing and stretched almost beyond endurance as Drake thrusts into it like a piston. She starts to cum again and - almost immediately - so does Drake, bucking harder and faster than ever before as he shoots his cum into her cunt while he grips her hips and pulls her back onto his cock. Wayne grips her hair with one hand and twists her nipple with the other, before thrusting his cock as far as he can into her throat and letting his it explode into her mouth. He can see Drake, cumming hard into his wife's pussy; Drake can see Wayne, and knows that the man is cumming in this woman's mouth. Suddenly, it is over. All three are spent and breathing hard. With some embarrassment, Drake quickly pulls his clothing back on and beats a hasty retreat, quietly closing the door to the suite as he tucks his shirt back into his pants. Wayne unties Heather - first her arms, then her legs - before lifting her and carrying her to the bed. He places her on it gently, lovingly, then slips in beside her and holds her, stroking her skin and murmuring to her about how much he loves her and how special she is until he sees that she has drifted off to sleep. And then he plans their next adventure. 3984 1.29/512345