I stood looking at myself in the mirror, wondering if I was actually doing the
right thing. Two weeks ago, I caught my boyfriend of 18 months in bed with my
best friend! There’d been lots of shouting, crying, apologising and so on, but
I just couldn’t forgive him – and now he was spending the weekend moving out of
our flat whilst I had booked myself into the big hotel in town (on his credit
card of course) so I didn’t have to even look at him.
It wasn’t my plan to do anything other than perhaps drown my sorrows in a bottle
of wine, but having done that on Friday night I realised it didn’t solve
anything. Then I struck on the crazy idea that I should go out, find some
gorgeous stranger and have wild, no strings sex. I had spent the afternoon
in town buying myself an outfit I thought would be a guaranteed man magnet,
then spent ages preparing myself … shaving all the important bits, including
my pussy which I only usually just trimmed.
I wasn’t sure whether I looked good or just looked slutty. The black silky
skirt barely covered my ass, but teamed with my new 3 inch high heeled
stilettos, my legs looked very long and slim. The red top I was wearing
finished just above my midriff, showing off my belly piercing, and it clung to
the firm curves of my braless 36c breasts. I downed another glass of wine
and decided to be brave and go down to the hotel bar. Just as I was
leaving the room, another crazy thought hit me, and I took off the panties I
was wearing!
The bar was full of people, and I almost lost my nerve, but no-one seemed to notice
me as I made my way over to the bar. I sat on the free stool, ordered a
drink and waited. Hours passed, the bar slowly emptied, and the only male that gave me any attention all evening was the barman. He was a young guy, a student I guessed, with a mop of blonde curly hair and blue eyes. He was in jeans and a t shirt, and he looked to have an OK body. But by now, I was getting fed up! All this effort and nothing! I was still sat there at 1am, and it was just me, the barman and a guy in a suit left.
“I suppose I should make a move, let you close up,” I said to the barman. “No, it’s OK, we stay open as long as there are people in the bar,” he said. “So if you want to stay, it’s fine by me.”
Theguy in the suit came over to join us. He stood behind me, leaning on the
bar so that his arm was touching my back. He had a definite bulge in his
trousers and I decided that maybe the effort wasn’t wasted after all! He
introduced himself as Peter, and chatted to the barman and me about his
computer business. I wasn’t paying that much attention to him, I was just
checking him out. He was wearing a navy suit with no tie and the shirt
unbuttoned a little. He had dark brown hair, olive skin, and was slightly
unshaven. I was imagining him with no clothes on and what sex would be
like with him, until my thoughts were interrupted by his voice asking me a
question.
“So how come a lovely lady like you is sitting in a hotel bar all by herself?”
he laughed. My story flowed out easily as both men listened
intently. Peter’s bulge seemed to grow as I got to the part where I said
I was looking for some wild sex, and I knew he was definitely interested.
My hand wandered down to stroke his erection through his trousers – it felt
huge! I shifted on my stool, and felt a familiar wetness between my legs
already. I had to have that cock tonight!
Peter knew exactly what was on my mind as he moved closer to me. His hand moved up my thigh, pulling up my skirt and exposing my bare pussy to both him and the barman. I wasn’t so sure about this and glanced nervously at the barman, but he was stroking my arm that was resting on the bar and looking straight into my eyes with a familiar look of lust. How was I going to choose between these two men?
Peter now had one hand on my shoulder, fiddling
with the thin strap of my top. He grinned at the barman, who moved his
hand to my other shoulder. Slowly, they both pulled down the straps,
revealing my naked breasts. They both began to squeeze them, and I
suddenly realised that I wasn’t going to have to choose, I was going to have
both of them!
I was lifted up onto the bar, and the barman stood
behind me cupping both breasts in his hands. He leaned over and took one
in his mouth, sucking and biting the hard nipple. I leaned back, closing my
eyes as I felt my legs being parted and Peter’s tongue licking my pussy.
His tongue moved from my pussy to my clit, and back again. The barman’s
tongue swirled round my nipple as his hands squeezed my breasts. My
breathing was becoming hard, and I could feel a warm tingling building in my
body.
Peter withdrew his tongue and began rubbing my clit
with his fingers. The tingling intensified and I could hear myself
moaning a little.
He pushed a couple of fingers into my pussy, causing me
to gasp out loudly. Those fingers moved skillfully in and out, as I
pushed myself further onto them, and within minutes I gave another loud groan
as I came, that wave of pleasure taking over my whole body.
When I had recovered, I opened my eyes to find that
the barman had joined me on top of the bar and had pulled his jeans and pants
down to his ankles. His cock was standing fully to attention, almost
pointing to his stomach. I rolled over onto my stomach and took it into my
mouth, holding his balls in my hands. Peter was licking my pussy again
from behind, his hands on my ass parting it.
I was licking andsucking cock for all I was worth. I felt the barman put his hand on the
back of my head, pushing me further onto him. “Yess baby!” he moaned.
“Take it all, let me fuck your mouth.” My head bobbed up and
down on the shaft as I felt Peter move to the side of me. His trousers
were now off too, and I grabbed his cock with my free hand. It was as
huge and hard as I had imagined earlier, and I began to wank him as I continued
sucking the barman’s cock. This carried on for a few minutes until I felt
the barman’s balls tighten and he yelled out, “Oh my god!” as he shot
his load into my throat. I had never actually swallowed cum before, and
this felt so good. I drank in everything he was pumping into me until he
withdrew his softened cock.
I was now hungry for more cum, so I then took Peter’s cock into my mouth and gave that the same attention I had done with the barman’s cock. Peter leaned back against the bar and moaned in pleasure as my tongue worked up and down its shaft. The barman moved behind me and
started to lick and finger my pussy as Peter had done before. Again, my mouth was filled with hot cum as Peter came. At the same moment, another massive wave engulfed my own body and I gasped for air.
As I tried to regain some composure, Peter leaned against the bar stroking himself. Before I had a chance to move, I felt the barman’s cock at the entrance to my pussy from behind. My natural
reaction was to push onto him as his hands moved round my hips, then he thrust the hard throbbing cock deep into me. Peter watched, wanking himself, as my pussy was being pounded. The barman was grabbing at my hair, my breasts, my hips, my clit, anything he could get a hold of as he fucked me hard. Each thrust seemed to go in deeper and I gasped out louder with
each one. I could feel an intense heat building in me like I’d never known before. But before I was able to come, the barman withdrew and motioned for Peter to take a turn.
Peter took me by both hands and took me over to a table. He lay on his back and beckoned me to get on top of him. I guided his hard cock into my pussy as I sat down on him. He grabbed my breasts as I leaned down to kiss him. His tongue explored my mouth roughly as his hands squeezed my breasts. I could feel his throbbing cock inside me, the walls of my pussy gently tightening around it. I started to move my hips up and down slowly as I rode him. He watched me for a few moments before moving with me. Our fucking was slower than it had been with the barman initially, but we slowly built up speed. My orgasm was building again and I knew when it did come it would be huge! Peter and I rolled around on the table as our thrusts got harder and faster. “FUCK ME!” I shouted. “I want your cum in me!”
I was laid on top of Peter, rubbing my clit whilst his cock pushed in and out my dripping pussy. The barman was behind me again, placing his hands on my ass to pull apart my ass cheeks. I drew in a loud breath as he pushed his cock into my ass, and for a moment I wasn’t sure how this was going to work, but these men had no trouble being in control. My pussy was being fucked, my ass was being fucked, and I was giving my clit a hard work out. After a few initial difficulties, we all found the same rhythm and moved together, three heaving bodies as one. This was the most amazing sensation I had ever felt in my life, two hard cocks at once, followed by the most intense,
violent orgasm I’ve ever had. I lost control of my body as it bucked wildly between the two men. I sobbed as I begged for them not to stop, their thrusts losing rhythm. They came roughly at the same time, filling both my pussy and ass with their juices. My orgasm continued as more and
more pumped into me, one of them kissed me as the other nibbled on my neck until they had both withdrawn their softened cocks.
We lay there for a few minutes, just holding each other and totally exhausted. When I set out to have some wild sex, this certainly was not what I had in mind, but was I disappointed? No way!! As we all started to dress, Peter slipped me his phone number “in case I ever wanted more no strings group sex.”
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