"Do you think they did anything?"
Katie shook her head. "I didn't want to say anything, but the head barman said he heard noises coming from the office. I don't think he was telling them off."
Sylvie stared at Katie, who continued.
"If my man was having group sex without me, then I would be thinking of pay back."
This jolted Sylvie, who was just as guilty, perhaps more so, then her husband. But she liked Katie and enjoyed listening to her. Perhaps Matt should be taught a lesson.
"Come to my room, I want to show you something."
They finished their wine and walked to the foyer. Katie hesitated for a second as the elevator doors opened but entered all the same. Putting the key in its slot, the elevator ascended without interruption to the top floor. Sylvie didn't notice her husbands' semen on the floor. Katie made a mental note to get that cleaned up immediately.
Katie's room was identical her Sylvie and Matt's at first glance. It was spacious and clean with all the mod cons one would expect from a Five Star hotel. Katie opened the door to the adjoining room and Sylvie followed.
It was dark inside and as Katie switched on the lights, Sylvie's mouth dropped. Most of the furniture had been removed except the king sized bed and a few drawers. Dominating the room, though, was a large rack which stretched from the floor to the ceiling. It was made of tubular chromed steel and tied to the centre was Dexter. It was the first time he had seen him naked of course, and she admired his muscular physique and a cock that matched the other three securities, only his was flaccid.
"Dexter's been a naughty boy." Katie declared.
"No shit." Sylvie muttered back.
"Be here at eight o'clock sharp. I'll have Matt here at nine. We'll punish him with pleasure."
And with that, Katie ushered Sylvie out and started making preparations.
Matt was in the bar chatting with guests. He wondered where Braids and Scarface were but figured they were probably on the morning shift. Two other girls, equally delicious looking, were minding the bar and smiling happily as they served. He hadn't spoken to his wife since lunch but he knew that she had taken a nap and he saw her drinking wine with Sylvie. He knew Katie wouldn't say anything, she wasn't that stupid, but he did wonder if he had gone too far with his actions in the lift.
He noticed Katie in the restaurant and excused himself from the guests. He was curious as where his wife was. The restaurant was full of diners and he could see that the food being served was first class.
"Hi Katie."
"Hi Matt, can I talk to you?"
"Sure." They found a quiet spot where they wouldn't be overheard.
"Matt, I'm sorry about before. You're the boss, as is Sylvie. I'm just the assistant manager and I will do anything that you ask me to."
This was the last thing that he had expected. He thought that Katie would be furious, and here she was practically asking for forgiveness.
"I'm sure we can enjoy a perfectly good business relationship," he smiled at her, "and if there's anything I can do then just let me know."
"Actually Matt, there is one thing." Katie had that look in her eye. "What you did to my mouth in the elevator..."
A pang of concern swept through him for a moment.
"...I want you to do it to my pussy!"
He could feel himself getting hard again. He wanted her pussy, he really did, and now she was offering it to him. He looked at his watch. Nearly nine. There were plenty of supervisors to manage the bar and Katie was probably still asleep.
"Now?"
"Right now!"
He followed her once again to the lifts and within moments they were in her room. As he went through the adjoining door he suddenly felt strong arms wrapped around him and he was lifted off the floor. He tried to kick out but there was only air in front of him. His arms were gripped in bear hug and he couldn't move. A black cloth bag was put over his head and he was blinded. He felt something being placed around his ankle, then the other and with a couple of clicks his legs were secured to the ground. Likewise, cuffs were placed around his wrists and the powerful arms holding him push his hands in the air. He was helpless. Two more clicks. He was standing spreadeagled; unable to move, unable to see.
He could hear movement in the room, some giggling and whispering. He didn't know who was there but it must have been more than two people.
Katie pulled off his hood. He had a moment to get his bearings. He was fastening in the rack – his arms and legs spread wide and no way of escaping. Katie stood in front of him. Her business clothes gone, she was now wearing a black corset body suit, long black gloves, holdups and stilettos. She wore a black studded choker around her neck. Next to her stood a tall, muscular black man. He was naked except for a tiny thong which somehow managed to cover his huge cock.
"You've been a bad boy, Matthew." Katie stated simply. She was holding a large pair of scissors. Matt began to panic as he thought of the damaged that a deranged and scorned woman could achieve in such a situation. She giggled and tore open his shirt. Buttons flew everywhere. She took his shirt sleeve and start cutting through the thin material until that half of his body was exposed. She cut the other sleeve and soon the tattered shirt was on the floor, his torso naked. She hadn't finished yet, though. In fact she had barely started. She undid his belt and pulled it off. Again, she snipped each trouser leg from the ankle up to the waist.
"My fucking suit!" It was a stupid thing to say, but he couldn't think of anything else.
"I didn't think you really gave a shit about spoiling uniforms." It was a curt response.
His tattered trousers joined the shirt and belt in the corner, as did his shoes and socks. He was now strapped butt naked to the rack.
Matt was furious, but he hadn't finished yet. He raised his voice. "I'm going to shout this place down until the police get here..."
He wasn't expecting a ball to be shoved into his mouth and strapped in place around the back of his head.
"That's better," said Katie, "but I think we need a few extras."
She dropped to her knees and took him limp penis in her hand. Matt looked down, unsure of what she was doing. She was wrapping something around it, another strap of some sort. He felt something wrap around his balls, separating them from the rest of his groin, then a tight strap and his prick. She finished her handiwork and stood back to admire it.
"An Arab Strap," she announced proudly. "If you get an erection then I guarantee you will keep it as long as this little baby is in place. And you won't be able to cum either, not until it's released.
"Now, where are the two naughty girls?"
Matt didn't notice Braids and Scarface sitting naked on the bed, watching and giggling. He felt his cock twitch but tried to put all thoughts out of his head. He would be fine unless he got an erection.
"Girls, bend over!"She commanded. Obediently they bent over the bed, their butts facing Matt.
Katie took something from the drawer, dipped it in a glass if fluid and approached Braids. Matt realised what it was – a butt plug with a long stream of leather straps flowing from one end. Without spoiling her gloves, Katie gently pushed it against her arsehole, twisting it as it penetrated her. She yelped with the mild pain, and soon it was embedded inside her. It looked like a horses tail sticking out from her. Scarface got the same treatment from Katie with an identical plug and the girls giggled and played with each other, gently tugging on the leather but not allowing the plugs to be removed.
As if from nowhere, a projector lit up the opposite wall, and footage of Matt in his office with the girls was displayed. He was forced to relive the scene. It started as the two girls kissed and then undressed each other.
"You remember my barmaids, don't you?"
Matt nodded as the two gorgeous black girls approached him. One held a bottle of baby oil and gently squirted it over his chest. They started rubbing oil into his body, using their hands, breasts and legs until he was shiny all over. Scarface paid special attent
ion to rubbing plenty of oil into his cock while Braids rubbed oil over his back and arse, gently fingering his anus as she did so.
Despite his efforts, blood surged into his dick giving him the biggest hard-on that he could remember. Blood could only go in – the straps wouldn't let it go out, so his cock became bigger and bigger until it was a good match for any black except, perhaps, Dexter.
Katie was in front of his again. She held Sylvie's love eggs in her hands.
"You remember these?" she teased, "They can be inserted vaginally or anally. Guess what?"
Matt suddenly thought of Sylvie. Where was she? The two girls took the eggs and coated them in oil. With his legs spread wide he had no choice but to allow them to be inserted. They went in easily, one by one, and he could feel them move up his rectum.
"One more thing." Sylvie held the associated bracelet and flicked it on. She was too far away for anything to happen, but as she dropped it onto his cock the vibrations rushed through his body. Another half inch added to his penis and he closed his eyes. He couldn't decide if this was pleasure or pain. It was both.
The girls continue to tease him; one in front rubbing oil into his cock and the behind him, fingering his arse. This, along with the vibrations deep inside him, were driving him crazy. He wanted to cum but he couldn't. Just as he thought Katie had reached the limit, she had one more surprise for him. In came his wife, dressed up in beautiful white lingerie. She was dressed almost exactly like Katie, except everything was white and her choker was made of tiny crystals and sparkled. Her long blonde hair was perfectly set and she wore a diamond tiara. He had never seen his wife look so good.
Katie kissed her. It was a long passionate kiss, tongues poking into each other's mouths, biting each other's lips and looking lovingly into each other's eyes. Matt had known than his wife had had lesbian affairs before, but he thought that was all in the past. But here they were kissing as only lovers do.
Behind them the footage was coming to a close. Matt had cum and the girls were sharing his jism. Then it changed to a scene in the gym. His wife was with four large black men, three of them dressed in just their underpants.
In real time, his wife continued to kiss Katie, their hands were now wondering over each other's bodies but it was clear that Katie was taking the lead. Meanwhile, the imagery on the wall showed Sylvie in midair, her legs wrapped around one man's head and his face deep her pussy, whilst her mouth was being shoved full of cock and another man sucked on her tits. The humiliation was unbearable, but despite this, his own cock was at bursting point and Braids now had three fingers up his arse.
Katie pulled down Sylvie's corset, revealing her breasts. She took one in her mouth as Sylvie sighed with pleasure. She pulled down her G-String and gently rubbed her fingers over Sylvie's pussy. She pushed Sylvie onto the bed, her face between Sylvie's legs, her tongue now on her clit as she gently pushed her fingers deep into Sylvie's cunt.
Sylvie groaned with pleasure. She could never get enough sex, whoever was giving to her. It wasn't long before she started bucking her hips, crying out loudly as she climaxed. Not once did she look at her husband. She moved up the bed Katie climbed on top of her. At some point Katie had also removed her G-String and now she positioned herself over Sylvie's face. Sylvie didn't hesitate and drove her head up into Katie's cunt; licking, sucking, kissing and driving Katie wild. Katie orgasmed almost immediately and as she climbed off he licked her love juice off Sylvie's face.
To his relief, Braids now removed her fingers from Matt's butt, but the relief was short lived. He felt something else edging closer, pushing in. He had no choice but to concede as he felt something new enter him. It was huge. It was Dexter. Dexter's oiled cock went in smoothly and deeply, he could actually feel him touching the love eggs, buried somewhere deep inside. The feeling wasn't unpleasant even though this was his first time to be taken up the arse. There were areas inside him that were being stimulated and he found himself begging to be allowed to cum. Of course he had no way of communicating and instead had to submit to this new world of erotica; his arse getting fucked by a man, two girls playing with his cock, his wife and Katie getting it on in front of him and a video of Sylvie being gang fucked just a few hours ago.
Katie knew that she could only leave Matt in the Arab Strap for half an hour before damage would be caused, and that wasn't her intention. She signalled Sylvie, who now approached her husband, looking him straight in the eye.
Braids and Scarface vanished. Sylvie crouched in front of Matt and in one swift move she unclipped the strap. It fell off him instantly. At the same time Dexter pulled out. Sylvie took a grip of his cock and he came like he'd never come before. His orgasm welled from deep inside an area who had never known about, and it rushed through his body so hard that he bucked as if he was being electrocuted. Sylvie held fast to his cock and as he came she caught it all in her mouth. With every ejaculation came another orgasm, each as intense as the first, and this went on for twenty seconds. He finally was able to relax as his wife stood in front him. Dexter removed the ball gag. Sylvie kissed her husband, transferring his own cum into his mouth. After all that he had gone through it seemed a very minor thing. They kissed more, this time with the true passion that man and wife feel for each other.
Dexter released his ankles and his wrists and Matt practically fell onto his wife, who helped him onto the bed. Matt slept straight for the next ten hours. Dexter and the girls returned to work.
Matt woke up in his own bed late the next morning, his wife next to him.
"Sylvie, I'm not sure this job is for us after all."
Kissing him gently, his wife agreed. She had already booked their return tickets.
The End.
Linda's Pleasure
I had been happily serving Linda as her toy boy for a few months. She is disabled and we got friendly when I did a few things around the house for her. For a small remuneration of course, one has to survive.
But the poor aging Linda was terribly lonely and expressed to me how appreciative she was for my help. She got to telling me the most personal things like how she missed her husband who had departed her five years ago and how he understood the needs of a disabled person, that just because she had a spinal disease and could not walk or anything didn't mean she was bereft of sexual needs and wants, be they of a limited nature.
"A woman can derive an orgasm in many ways without having the full act which I couldn't manage anyway" she confided.
I guessed she was hinting. We had become quite close and I liked her. She was a nice and lovely old lady and I felt sorry for her, but she would not have wanted that and so I never told her.
But I saw the need and felt I could help her in that direction, and that is how I became her toy -boy and supplied her needs to her satisfaction. She was delighted with that and for me, well surprisingly I got a special thrill just being there for her, like she wanted me, just standing there beside her wheelchairs as she raptures in the joy of oral sex. It was lovely to be there for her like that; watching the utter joy in her face as she slowly released my zip.
"You don't take long to swell Peter. It is so lovely" she invariably tells me as I feel her gentle hands manoeuvre me out and for the next few minutes I close my eyes, occasionally looking down to see her enjoying me, It is a lovely sensation and every time it gets better, as she becomes bolder and more explorative, it is divine and now she prefers me to be her completely naked toy-boy so she can enjoy other things as well, like she loves to cradle and tickle my balls, hearing her little chuckles as she does so, and she absolutely adores it when I twist around to display my hind for her perusal. And Wow! Does she peruse! It is gorgeous and I love it all so much, it is special and feeling her stroke my bum is a joy too, opening my legs so that she can delve a hand between and enjoy the feel of Freddy and his companions as well. That is the name she likes to call my masculinity, Freddy and of course my testes are Freddy's companions!
It is lovely really, hearing her talk like that
, makes such a change from the usual Anglo -Saxon expletives and I guess if ever I was to use that language when might be put off. But not on your life, because one day, me going along with her gentle talk, she suddenly used the word fuck, and again coming from her it seemed as natural as always, I discovered the language always got more colourful as she got near the point of an orgasm, which given a few nudges down below as she sucked and licked me, She said she loved to suck and lick and mouth fuck me which made her reach her objective so wonderfully and that she would always be grateful to me for that.
"Freddy is so beautiful and I love him so much, he is so divine to touch, so lovely to stretch and tease and expose that lovely red plum I so love to taste, I hope you don't mind Peter?"
She is always saying that and I am always telling her that of course I don't mind. I simply want her to enjoy to the full and when she makes me reach a strong ejaculation I do not mind if it makes a bit of a mess on her face, so long as that is what she wants then it is fine.
When it first happened and I could not hold it back, she had sucked it so sufficiently, I really thought she would be terribly shocked, but instead she revelled in it and from then onwards I always felt comfortable with her no matter what she liked to do, she was becoming better at it all the time and usually, if she was okay on the days I visited which was about three times a week, she would want that straight away, before we had refreshment and before I did any work around the house for her, I guess I had become a sort of carer for her in a way although she had her nurse see to her in the mornings and at night getting and out of her bed.
And of course it does make life so much better for her, she is always telling me that, a woman needs that of course as well as the need for emotional stuff, and she said sweetly I even give her that, although she knows it is limited, with me being so much younger and one day I will want to go to younger pastures new and save myself for a lovely young lady.
"I want you to know, Peter" she said as I crouched over her chair, legs astride in the way she had come to enjoy me, my testis hanging like grapes she said, looking so beautiful - "I want you to know Peter that of course there are no strings attached" and I acknowledged that by replying that if that is what she wants I am fine with it (Joking of course)
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