by Bridy McAvoy
The sheer pressure of the moment was too much for Robert, who continued to meet her thrust for thrust until finally his own orgasm coursed through him. She felt his cock head swell and then release his sperm deep inside of her in what seemed like a white hot torrent. She screamed out her third orgasm and collapsed on top of him once more.
He wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her as their passion finally expired and they caught their breath.
“Thank you, that was amazing.”
She looked at him, surprised by his comment.
“You think you are going to get away with just the once?”
He laughed, a deep bass laugh that rippled through his chest, sending her into giggles as his chest hair ticked her nipples.
“Of course not, at least seven I think.”
She stopped giggling and looked up into his smiling face.
“Yeah, right!”
“You want to bet on that?”
“No… but I wouldn’t mind losing… I think!”
They both laughed as his now softening penis slipped out of her.
* * * *
Carol, meanwhile, was being pounded forcefully into the bed. Chris’s penis was jack-hammering into her with heavy rapidity and no finesse. Each thrust from him pushed her down into the soft mattress only for the springs to push her back up ready for the next stroke. Luckily for her his weight was only bearing on the bottom half of her body which allowed her to breath. Even this was difficult with her hands tied behind her—merely her own weight was crushing her lungs, forcing her to breath in rasping gulps for air.
There was no thought of complaint at his rough treatment in her mind, though. In between each gasp for air she was moaning and groaning in a constant state of arousal. She’d read stories about women being multi-orgasmic, and now she understood what that actually meant. The waves of pleasure tolled through her body in quick succession, sometimes overtaking each other and bringing her to a screaming peak.
She writhed and twisted and bucked underneath him as he rode her to climax after climax.
“Had enough yet?”
He taunted her, she shook her head no, unable to speak through the animal noises issuing from her throat.
“You asked for it then, honey.”
He suddenly pulled out of her leaving her feeling empty and desolate. Not for long, though. Quickly he reached down and rolled her onto her back, her weight now pinning her hands between her back and the bed. Instinctively she kept her legs open and he plunged between them. Within seconds he had penetrated her and resumed his rapid powerful thrusting, driving her back toward the peaks of only minutes earlier. She could at least breathe a little more and her chest heaved as she gulped in the welcome oxygen. His eyes moved down to her sweat-coated breasts shining in the light from the overhead fixture as they continued to heave underneath him. His mouth followed his eyes and she screamed in a mixture of pain and elation as he bit savagely on one of her sensitive rock-hard nipples.
“Oh, God, don’t stop… Please… Don’t stop.”
Again the bed was bouncing her body up to meet his stroke, not that she could have controlled the swiveling motion of her hips, anyway. She continued to buck and writhe under him like a wild thing as he drove himself to his own savage orgasm with his teeth fastened on alternate breasts.
Finally, after what seemed an age, she felt him pause at the top of his thrust and spray her insides with his red hot jism. Three or four jets coated her as she crashed into her own orgasm and then blackness descended.
* * * *
Peter was standing upright as he thrust into Lizzie lying supine on the cold hardened glass of the kitchen table. His eyes drank in her full breasted figure, much fuller than his own wife’s. Savagely he thrust the comparison from his mind and concentrated on fucking the delectable creature in front of him. His hands moved from where they had been gripping the edge of the table and took hold of her arms above the elbows. Savagely he pushed them back and up until he released them above her head. She lay there open to him, unable to do more than gently buck her hips in rhythm to his thrusts.
His hands reached for the large globes of her tits and he cupped and squeezed them until she was gasping with pleasure. Her hard nipples grated against the skin of his palms. Changing his grip, he began to play with and squeeze the nipples themselves, eliciting a scream from Lizzie as her sensitive nipples communicated a feeling of pain to her brain.
Her movements became wilder, less restrained, as her body demanded more and more stimulation. Her legs, hitherto dangling to either side of him, rose and linked behind him at the ankles to keep him inside her. Soon her legs were controlling the pace of his thrusts as he continued to maul and torture her breasts, much to her delight.
She screamed out again as another orgasm wracked her beautiful body and, despite it being the second time in quick succession, Peter found himself close to the brink once more. Another couple of thrusts and he was past the point of no return, emptying himself deep inside his neighbor’s vagina again.
After a moment Lizzie’s legs fell away from him, allowing him to stand upright and slide his still partially erect penis from her pulsing hole. Shakily Lizzie brought her arms down from above her head and levered herself up onto her elbows. She looked down at her reddened breasts and the cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Christ, I’m sorry about that.”
She smiled.
“Don’t be, lover, I enjoyed it. Don’t know what my husband is going to say, though.”
“Oh, shit!”
Peter suddenly looked panic-stricken and Lizzie sat all the way up, sliding her feet to the floor to stand in front of him. She wrapped her arms around the suddenly guilty man and soothed him with gentle noises.
“It’s okay, honey, it’s my fault more than yours. I was enjoying it too much to stop you.”
She smiled up at him and he finally responded by wrapping his arms around her sweat-glazed back.
“Now, why don’t you and I go take a shower? I’ll wash your back and then you can wash me… all over.”
She giggled and led him toward the stairs and the master bathroom.
Chapter 25
The trilling of the alarm clock woke Peter at six the following morning. He cancelled the buzzer with an automatic movement, his brain still not functioning fully. He made to sit up preparatory to getting out of bed and realized there was a weight on his legs stopping him moving. A moment later another sensation registered in his brain. The weight was moving rhythmically and there was a wonderful wet sensation around his cock. Realization set in, his wife was sucking him off. He luxuriated in the sensation for a couple of minutes, remembering the dream about Lizzie from the night before and then finally opened his eyes and looked down.
The woman sucking on his fully erect penis wasn’t his wife but rather his neighbor’s wife, Lizzie, who was looking up at him and watching his reaction. The dream from the night before had been no dream and the object of that dream was nakedly blowing him at that moment. There was no question of willpower as he passed his point of no return in an instant. He opened his mouth to warn her that he was about to cum, but no words came out. Not for the first time she had reduced him to an inarticulate animal.
His first blast caught him by as much surprise as her. She allowed the spurt to coat her mouth, as she opened it to allow the second to blast the roof of her mouth and the third to spray on her face as she pulled her mouth off him. As his orgasm died away she swirled her tongue around his end before conspicuously swallowing the load he’d deposited in her mouth.
“Thanks for breakfast, honey, but I’ve got to scoot,” she said as he reached for her in an obvious attempt to do more.
He watched spellbound as she scooted backward off the bed, stood up and grabbed her dress which was somehow left hanging on the dressing table chair. She pulled it over her shoulders but left it undone, leaving her whole front exposed.
“I’ll see you Saturday for the barbeque about twelve
o’clock. Don’t be late, honey.”
She disappeared from the room, leaving him to sink back onto the bed exhausted. The vision of her heading home with his cum still dripping down her face, her dress askew like some wanton, was burned into his brain. Five seconds later, he heard the front door shut and knew she had left the house exactly as she had intended to.
* * * *
Carol was also awakened by the sensation of somebody nibbling and sucking on her, although in her case it was her distended nipple. Chris had obviously been working on them for some time since she rarely woke up with them hard like they were at the moment. She smiled down at the top of his head as he continued to nuzzle at her.
“Good morning.”
He twisted his body and head so he was looking up at her from below her breast and broke contact to respond.
“Good morning, sleepy head, I thought this might be nicer than an alarm clock as a wakeup call.”
“Hmmmm… You can keep doing that forever.”
He chuckled.
“I probably could, but there is something I need you to do first.”
He rolled off her onto his back so she could see his erection pointing at her as it lolled on his stomach.
She giggled throatily, some of the arousal from the long night just past still floating around in her system.
“It’s a good job I haven’t cleaned my teeth yet then, or I’d have to do them again.”
She moved down and began to kiss the bell end of his cock. She could taste the dried residue of both their juices on it, their mingled musky aroma confirming their night of passion to her. She realized with a start as she wrapped her fingers around the pass of his prick, that she could actually do so. She couldn’t remember him untying her hands at any point the night before but he must have done.
Carol sank her head down onto his shaft, sucking it greedily into her mouth despite its used condition, the smell and taste merely heightening her own pleasure. Chris’s hands descended onto the top of her head holding her in place as she swirled her tongue around the end embedded in her mouth. She could taste the pre-cum as it oozed from the tiny hole in the end and realized he was getting close with little direct stimulation from her. His hips began to buck off the bed as he began to face fuck her fully. She struggled to keep up and, at the same time, control her breathing but she managed.
All too soon it was over. His cock erupted in her mouth firing several strands in to coat her oral cavity.
“Don’t swallow.”
His hands relaxed as his orgasm finished and his movements slowed. She let his penis flop out of her mouth still full of his cum as she looked at him quizzically.
“Good girl, now sit up straight.”
Confused she followed his instructions.
“Now push it out of your mouth with your tongue. Let it drip from your chin onto your tits.”
Again she did as she was told, and watched herself in the full length mirror near the bed as his goo slid from her mouth onto her chin and then down in ropey strands onto her chest. The picture she saw was that of a well drilled and well fucked slut. She could see the bruises beginning to form on her breasts from the mauling he’d given them the night before. The thick white strands of goo covered her breasts, one sliding greasily across her right nipple. Chris swung his legs out of the bed and stood.
“Stay exactly like that.”
Again she did as she was told, gazing at her own reflection. There was a bright flash followed by another. Finally the penny dropped, he was taking pictures of her with his cum all over her face and breasts. She was about to bridle and complain and then memories of the flashes the previous night told her there was no point, he’d taken pictures then, too, both during and in between their several bouts of sex.
He grinned at her.
“Perfect, my sweet. Now I suggest you go and shower and, by the way, leave the doors open.”
She slowly climbed from the bed and made her way over to the connecting door to the bathroom. She had an overpowering need to pee and, luckily, the toilet stall was slightly to one side meaning it couldn’t be seen from any of the three doorways. Finishing, she moved across to the shower stall and started the water running. She’d spotted Chris following her to the doorway as she crossed the room, but now another movement caught her eye. Robert was ushering Rebecca in through the other doorway, her face, too, covered in cum, from a morning blow job.
“Hiya, sweetie. I guess this was a bit of a set up on their behalf?”
Rebecca shrugged.
“Probably. I think it’s a case of you clean my face and I’ll wash your back and the other way round, too.”
Saying this Rebecca moved next to Carol, and kissed her straight on her cum coated lips. A moment later her lips moved down toward Carol’s chin as she began to lick the slowly drying cum off her friend’s face. There was another flash of light; obviously Chris was still taking pictures. Carol closed her eyes, allowing her friend to perform the self-appointed clean-up task. They flew open again a second later when she realized Rebecca would expect her to return the favor before they both showered together.
* * * *
Forty-five minutes later, the four occupants of the suite were showered and the two men, at least, were dressed. The two women, however, found their dresses, the only items of outer clothing were nowhere to be found. As a result, they were wearing the hotel issue toweling robes loosely belted around the waist.
“You do remember we are supposed to go with you to the factory site this morning, don’t you?”
Robert smiled and beckoned Rebecca over to him in response to her question. Chris made the same gesture to Carol. Moving behind the two women, they reached around and undid the loose knot at their waists and stripped the belt from them.
“Put your hands behind you.”
Carol did as Chris ordered, only to find him quickly wrapping her wrists with the soft toweling and tying it off. She watched as Robert quickly did the same thing to Rebecca, noting in passing how Rebecca’s robe now hung obscenely open, clearly showing off her cleavage and pussy. Glancing down, she saw she was providing exactly the same show.
The two men guided the women to the center of the room and turned them to stand side by side. Each moved in front of his respective partner and, after opening the robe for a glance at their bodies, pulled them closed, although they, of course, merely hung there. The slightest movement from either Carol or Rebecca would cause them to fall open again.
Chris picked up the phone and dialed reception.
“Concierge please… This is suite 807. I believe you had two cases placed in your care for us last night? Good. Can you have them sent up, please? Immediately. Thank you.”
The conversation Chris had had with her on arrival at the suite came flooding back to her. He smiled at her and winked, nodding at Rebecca and briefly holding a finger to his lips. Rebecca was looking at Robert in confusion; obviously he hadn’t mentioned anything to her and missed the silent visual exchange between Chris and Carol who nodded back at him, biting her lip to relieve the tension.
The tableau held in silence for a couple of minutes, the tension unbearable for Carol as she watched Chris watching her with an amused smile on his lips. Finally, there came a discreet knock at the door.
“Stand still, ladies.”
Robert opened the door and one of the younger bellhops brought two small overnight cases into the room. The tall black man fished out a ten dollar note and gave it to him. He touched his cap, his eyes drinking in the scene, clearly puzzled by the immobility of the two women, and then he turned to leave. As he reached the door, Chris spoke up.
“Just a moment.”
The young man turned to look at Chris, who had moved to stand to one side of Carol. She bit her lip hard and tried to force a smile. She felt Rebecca stiffen beside her, as she too realized there was something planned. Carol felt her face begin to flush as she became aware what effect the obviously intended exposure was having on her.
“Which of these two women do you think is the prettiest?”
“Well, I really shouldn’t answer that, sir.”
“Come on, tell me.”
“Sir, that would be insulting to the other one and I’m not allowed to insult a guest, sir, even at the behest of another guest.”
Chris laughed and moved behind the two women.
“Perhaps you should see more of them to allow you to make an informed choice.”
With that Chris reached around Rebecca, hissed something in her ear and jerked the robe open and back off her shoulders to hang on her hands. Underneath, just as Carol was, she was naked, unable to prevent this exposure.
“And now?”
The young bellhop stood there dumfounded, his mouth hanging open in shock as his eyes drank in the sight of the young woman standing naked in front of him. Chris moved to behind Carol.
“Stand still,” he hissed and repeated the maneuver.
The bellhop’s jaw dropped even further as the two women were now exposed to him. Chris laughed and Robert joined in as he ushered the dazed looking young man out of the door, firmly closing and locking it behind him.
Carol found she was panting as Chris deftly undid the belts holding their hands imprisoned behind their backs.
“I told you I would do that.”
Rebecca’s head whipped round to look at her friend.
“You knew he was going to do that?”
“Not exactly…” Carol replied as she saw her friend’s eyes flash fire at her.
“Come on, ladies, get dressed. Your clothes for today are in those cases. Phil left them earlier yesterday. You can use one of the bedrooms.”
Chapter 26
They took the cases through into the bedroom Rebecca and Robert had shared and, as Carol shut the door, she was surprised there was no protest from either of the men. Rebecca cocked an eyebrow at her and slipped across the room to close and bolt the bathroom door too. She came back to her friend’s side, concern written all over her face.