by Selena Kitt
Because I liked it. More than that, I wanted it, and I couldn’t hide my body’s response. I began to fuck him back, rocking my hips on the bed against his hand, driving him deeper into my pussy. I’d never felt so full, but I wanted more and more of him, thrusting into me, taking me, giving me the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced.
“Ohhh Jack it’s soooo good!” I moaned, collapsing completely back on the bed, arms thrown over my head, pushing my hips way up to meet his driving, twisting fist. My ass was completely off the bed, rolling, rocking, grinding him faster, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, the buzz between my legs grew impossibly loud, jolting my clit alive, taking me to the edge of bliss.
“Ooooooooooooooooooooo!” I howled, I couldn’t help it, feeling it coming, thinking I might explode with the anticipation as my orgasm hovered somewhere unsprung in my lower belly.
“Come on, baby,” he encouraged, his breath coming almost as fast as mine. “Do it! I want to feel you come.”
“I can’t…” I really thought it was impossible, that my climax would stick somewhere behind his fist, because I was so full, stretched so impossibly wide, to my very limit, but it did come, deep and hard and in enormous tidal waves, my pussy contracting around his fist, drawing it in deeper. I thrashed on the bed, thrusting up to meet him, my pussy on fire, even my asshole spasming around the probe still pressed up into it.
It went on and on. And I never wanted it to end. Finally, Jack turned down the volume on the toy, making me whimper and twist. His hand slowly uncurled in me, unfurled, really, sliding easily out, much more easily than it had gone in. The absence of him made me ache, both inside and out.
“That…” Jack moved in beside me to kiss me, pushing up my dress to rest his soaking wet hand against my lower belly, still fluttering with my orgasm. “Was the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I smiled, eyes still closed. “Felt pretty good, too.”
He unstrapped the toy, and I groaned when the butterfly no longer kissed my clit and the probe slid out of my trembling asshole.
“Wonder if I could do that…” I heard him drop it to the floor, but his finger stayed there, gently teasing the round, flexing hold of my ass. “Here…”
I groaned, my eyes fluttering open, shivering at the thought. My pussy could accommodate him – fingers, cock, even his whole damn hand. It was made to do that, to stretch wide, to take him in. But my ass? I couldn’t even begin to imagine…
But something in me didn’t balk or recoil. Something in me was saying, vehemently, unequivocally, “Yes!”
“Anything you want.” I wrapped an arm around his neck, kissing him, breathing in his familiar scent, his finger still teasing, probing, and even if I’d wanted to, I found I couldn’t close myself up the way I once used to anymore.
* * *
I was luxuriating in the enormous Jacuzzi tub when our breakfast came to the door. The room service I’d expected, but I was surprised to see Lloyd wheel it in. Jack made small talk with him at the door, but I saw Lloyd glancing over at me. He couldn’t see anything—certainly far less than he’d seen when he walked into our room last time, and nothing compared to the scene in the dining room the night before! Still, there was a look in his eyes I recognized, and it made me flush with both pleasure and embarrassment.
“Enjoy your breakfast, Mrs. Johnson,” he called from the doorway, giving me a wink and a wave.
“Call me Charlie.” I smiled, seeing the way his eyes dipped toward the water, where the bubbles I’d poured in covered the surface, although my breasts floated gently, the suds just covering my nipples. “What are you doing working again? Double shift?”
He rolled his eyes and shrugged. “New kid called in sick, so I came in.”
“Awww.” I tsked appropriately, seeing Jack watching me too, his eyes widening when I stood in the tub, water and suds sheeting down my body. Both men were transfixed, and my body felt the heat of their gaze. “You know what they say about all work and no play…”
I took my time reaching for the towel—nice, for a hotel, thick and luxurious—turning to do so, making sure they both saw a good view from behind as I did. I thought I heard Lloyd groan softly before I wrapped it around me and turned back toward them both.
“I’m here a lot,” Lloyd admitted, watching me step out of the tub. “Gotta pay for school.”
I padded toward them, meeting Jack’s eyes for a moment. He looked both amused and annoyed by my display, and it made me want to laugh. Two could play his game, I thought with a smile, lifting one of the silver lids on the tray.
“What are you going to school for?” The towel slipped down a little over my breasts, almost exposing my nipples, and I didn’t correct it as I plucked a strawberry off the fruit platter, enjoying the way the young man in the doorway shifted uneasily from foot to foot at my indiscretion.
“Engineering,” Lloyd managed, his eyes glued to the strawberry making its way to my waiting mouth. I sucked on the tip for a moment, licking it, teasing him with both my tongue and my eyes before biting into the juicy fruit.
“Mmmm!” I licked strawberry juice from the corner of my mouth. “There’s nothing sexier than a smart man.”
He blushed, then, and I had to hide a smile, finishing my strawberry. “Uh…thanks.”
“Yeah, thanks, Lloyd,” Jack said, stepping between us and guiding Lloyd toward the exit. I turned from them both, still smiling and not hiding it anymore, dropping the towel as I walked toward the bed. I heard Lloyd respond—a small sigh, or intake of breath. It was hard to tell. But I knew he’d seen, and that was enough.
“You’re a very bad girl,” Jack scolded after he’d tipped the waiter and shut the door, coming to join me on the bed. “Teasing him that way. Poor guy’s going to have blue balls all day.”
“That’s a shame,” I agreed, sitting cross-legged on the bed and reaching up to let my hair down—I’d put it up for the bath.
Jack sat across from me, his eyes moving up my body to meet mine. I saw him studying me, wondering. “You’d do it, wouldn’t you, if I asked?”
“Do what?”
“Let him fuck you in front of me.”
I startled, putting my hair clip down on the night stand. “I…”
Would I? The fantasy was hot, I had to admit. The thought of two men, two cocks, four hands and two sets of lusting eyes…that thought set my pussy on fire. But the reality? I wasn’t so sure.
“Would you be okay with that?” I asked, really curious. “Wouldn’t you get…jealous?”
Jack shrugged, his eyes dipping down again, following the swell of my breasts, the curve of my belly. “I don’t think so. I mean…you’re mine. I know that. You know that.”
My whole body felt like it was smiling at his words.
“I think it would be hot to share you with another man.”
I smiled, leaning back onto the plethora of pillows. “Now who’s being bad?”
He grabbed my ankle in one hand, then the other, spreading my legs. “Oh, I get much, much badder.”
“That’s grammatically incorrect.” I groaned when he started kissing up my shin, over my knee. “It’s ‘more bad.’”
“Way more bad,” he agreed, starting to make circles over my thigh with his tongue.
I sighed happily when his tongue parted the red hair between my legs, probing into my wetness. “We’re not going anywhere today, either, are we?”
“Nuh-uh.” His tongue flattened against my clit, moving slowly back and forth, making me shiver. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“I don’t think I can take another one.”
His head came up, and he was grinning again, his eyes lit up. “I think you’ll like it.”
I laughed as he hopped off the bed, heading toward the closet. “I’ve liked them all,” I admitted, watching him take bags out. “I just don’t know if I’m going to survive the weekend.”
“Oh you’ll live,” he assured
me, bringing a flat case over to the bed, unzipping it. Puzzled, I watching him plug in and turn on his laptop, leaving it on the bed. “You’ll just be…a little sore.”
“What is that?” I watched him set something up on the television on top of the dresser. “Is that…?”
“A web cam.”
When I turned toward the laptop again, I saw myself, stretched out on the hotel bed, the laptop sitting beside me.
“Wireless,” he explained, hitting a few buttons on the computer, opening another window. “I thought you might like to give the world a little show.”
I stared at him, aghast. “Are you insane?”
“Well, you sure liked it when Lloyd was watching you.” He shrugged, typing something into the keyboard, and I rolled over onto my belly to watch what he was doing, stunned to find the screen full of smaller windows, each showing a couple in various states of undress, or…worse.
“What is this?” I whispered, fascinated in spite of myself, feeling my pussy clench as I watched a woman sucking her man’s cock in one of the smaller windows.
“Which one?” Jack asked, moving the cursor around. “You pick.”
“Are these videos?” I pointed to the cocksucking one. She was really going at it, taking almost all of him into her mouth.
“Nope.” Jack clicked, and the screen opened up wide, like a television, and with another click, we could hear sound. “It’s live.”
“Live?” I stared, incredulous, as the couple moved toward the bed in the background. The camera stayed static, showing the man sitting on the edge of the bed, the woman kneeling between his legs, continuing to work on his cock. I heard him groan, the sound of her sucking him filling the speakers.
“Can they hear us?” I whispered.
“No.” Jack smiled. “Not yet.”
Turning my head, I stared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, if you wanted to…I could open one of these rooms, these windows. And people could watch us.”
I shook my head, denying the possibility, but watched, fascinated, glancing at the bottom of the screen, where a fast-moving stream of words flipped by. “What’s that?”
“Chat,” Jack explained. “People talking to them. Encouraging them. Telling them what they want to see.”
“Can they—?”
But on screen, I saw the man leaning over, typing something on the laptop on the night stand. His words appeared in a different color—green instead of white—on the line below. “Want to see me fuck her?”
The typed chorus of “YES!” and “Fuck yeah!” and “Do that bitch!” on the screen was, in fact, nearly unanimous, except for one lone holdout, who typed, “Lick her first!”
“Oh my god,” I whispered, watching him pull her up onto the bed, bend her over, so she was perpendicular to the camera, her breasts pointing to the bed below her. She was a pretty woman—long dark hair, small breasts, thin. “I can’t believe they’re doing this!”
“Isn’t it hot?” Jack slid a hand down my back to squeeze my ass. “God, I’d love to show you off like that.”
“You would?” I flushed, my ass clenching involuntarily under his touch. “Oh but Jack…what if someone recognized us?”
Being an elementary school teacher had its limits, I realized, in this realm.
“They wouldn’t have to see your face,” he said, moving his fingers slowly between my ass cheeks, making me spread my legs. “Just your sweet little ass from behind.”
I licked my lips, contemplating, seeing the words flashing by at the bottom of the screen. “Fuck her hard!” and “Oh damn, that makes my cock so hard,” and “I wish I had some of that right now.” There were men out there watching, maybe alone, maybe with their wives or girlfriends, like we were right now. Watching and getting turned on, probably masturbating. The thought was intoxicating. Would men watch me and say the same things?
“Come on, baby.” Jack’s finger pressed the rim of my asshole, making me shiver. “Let’s give them a great show.”
I groaned as the tip of his finger slipped into my ass, relenting, lifting my hips. “Okay.”
He typed something on the screen with one hand, and suddenly there we were, stretched out on our bellies, Jack’s hand moving between my ass cheeks, me completely nude, Jack in a pair of black boxers, the laptop open in front of us on the bed.
“Get up on your hands and knees.”
I did as he instructed, seeing my ass fill the screen as I drew closer to the web cam positioned behind us. My pussy glistened in the light—I was wet. I couldn’t deny my excitement if I tried.
“Here, you can talk to them…” Jack positioned the laptop in front of me. “While you can still type, anyway…”
“Can they hear us?”
Jack’s hand moved over my ass. I felt it, and could watch it on the screen at the same time. “Do you want me to turn on the mic, then?”
There were people joining the “chat” at the bottom of the screen. “Nice ass!” one said. “Hot little pussy!” said another.
“Yeah,” I breathed, pulling a pillow over so I could rest my cheek on it, my ass high in the air. This way I could watch the words on the screen, and I was sure no one could see my face.
Jack did something on the laptop, and then his hand was back between my legs again, rubbing my asshole, round and round. I moaned softly, arching, watching him do it onscreen, never privy to this view before. It was beyond sexy.
“Tell us how much you like it!” someone typed.
“Oh yeah, finger my ass,” I moaned, watching Jack spread my pussy juices upward to my asshole. “You know I love it!”
“Yesssss!” appeared on the screen. “Can you take more than a finger up there?”
I snorted a laugh, reaching back and spreading myself with both hands. “Show him, baby.”
I heard the distinct “pop” of a K-Y tube being opened, but I didn’t look back. I could see everything he was doing right there on the screen. The lube slid down the crack of my ass in a fat, wet glop. Jack rubbed it in, first with his finger, and then with the clear, glass butt plug, making me shiver with its cool, slick insistence.
I winced at my own resistance—still, still!—as Jack worked the toy around, easing the opening wider with every pass.
“Ohhhh wait,” I groaned as he stretched me fully to the plug’s greatest width—I knew, not just from the feeling, but from seeing it on the screen, my asshole gaping around the glass. It was one last push, and it would be inside, but I needed to concentrate on relaxing.
On the screen, words flashed by: put it in! and open up, baby! And oh my fucking god her ass is so hot! I moaned through stretch and burn, arching my back, pressing against Jack’s hand and feeling the last bit slip past the tight ring of muscle. The plug filled my ass completely, and I writhed on the bed with the sensation, my pussy on fire, aching to be touched.
Jack seemed to know, because I heard a familiar buzz, and then the rabbit vibrator was sliding into me. I watched it on the screen, opening the pink flesh of my pussy wide—oh my god, the feeling of fullness was almost too much to bear! I whimpered as the rabbit ears touched my clit, humming there as Jack began to fuck me in short, fast strokes.
“You like those two holes filled?” he asked, his voice thick. He was off camera, so I couldn’t see him, but I heard his hand moving on his cock, and knew how much this was turning him on. And not just him—the “chat room” was filling up with people, all sitting in their living rooms or bedrooms, watching me get fucked with a dildo on their computer screens. I imagined them—twenty men, thirty?—doing just what Jack was doing, hands shuttling up and down hard, aching lengths of flesh.
My pussy throbbed at the thought and I ground my hips, fucking him back harder.
“Oooooh, god, I’m so close!” I gasped, working my pussy against the vibrator, everything stretched so wide, my breath coming faster. “Make me come! Please! Oh!”
Jack turned the vibrator up full blast, sending me immedi
ately over the edge. I bucked out my orgasm on the bed, watching my ass moving on the screen through half-closed eyes, the pleasure so intense I could barely see at all, and it only increased when Jack grabbed the butt plug and yanked, making me scream with surprise and sensation, leaving my asshole gaping, flexing, twitching for the camera as I came.
The men on the screen were going crazy with lust—their words flashed before me, making me flush. Holy fuck! Look at that gaper! and Jesus Christ I want to fuck that! and oh shit I’m gonna cum! Then Jack was fucking me, not giving me any time to move or breathe or think, the vibrator still shoved deep in my pussy, buzzing relentlessly, and my husband jammed his cock deep into my wide-open asshole.