“So girls, if you had to choose one other than your own partner... who would you pick?” I asked playfully. They considered their answers for a moment, seemingly putting a lot of thought into it. Kellie was the first to offer her choice – “Paul” she said. The guys all looked at him and said “Lucky bastard!”. “Jason” said Simone, looking at me for approval. I nodded, smiling to reassure her. “Good choice!” I giggled. As we went around the room all the girls made their choices – Alysa picked Mark, Susan chose Sam, Marie chose Anthony and I was left with Grant – not a bad choice I have to say. We remained in our seats as the boys stroked their cocks in front of us. I didn’t want the mood to become awkward, so I quickly asked, “Well now that we’ve found out who has the biggest dick, I think we should find out who gives the best head!”. The girls started to laugh and holler, so I took the opportunity to kneel down in front of Grant. I took his cock in my hand as I anxiously watched the girls’ reactions. Susan, his wife, was beaming a huge grin at me. The others were watching on, smiling in disbelief. I jerked it a few times, squeezing the pink flesh between my small fingers and my palm. “Fuck it” I thought, and wrapped my lips around the head, lustfully kissing it as my saliva dripped around the edges. I put it further into my mouth and sucked the first few inches. He sighed and placed his hand on the back of my head, pressing it against his cock as he gently fucked my face. I felt someone brushing over my leg, and then realized it was Kellie pushing past me to get at Paul’s cock. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she took his penis and pressed it against her giant breasts as she wrapped her mouth around it. The others joined in, each taking their places in front of the men they had chosen a minute earlier.
All lined up in front of the fireplace, the men stood there as the six women kneeled before them, toying with and sucking on their cocks. Our heads bobbed back and forth like pistons in a massive engine as we gave sloppy blow jobs. Within the space of a few seconds the atmosphere had changed from drunken playfulness to outright sexual stimulation. We were sucking because we wanted to feel those dicks in our mouths, not for the shock or comedy effect. I unfastened Grant’s belt and unbuttoned his trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor. The girls followed suit, discarding the pairs of pants on the sofas. The men could hardly believe their luck, and one by one started to remove the rest of their clothes, tossing shirts and the odd tie wherever their reach could take them. Some scattered on the floor, others hung from the lamp shades. I stood up in front of Grant and continued to jerk at his cock as I leaned in to kiss his ridiculously ripped chest. His skin was red hot and beginning to sweat, with small beads of moisture dripping down between the crevices of his muscles. He placed his hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes as he rolled the material of my dress away. The large draping strap fell down the side of my arm, exposing my left breast as the fabric dropped and hung around my waist. He moved the other strap off my shoulder to reveal both of my tits. Compared to the other girls, my boobs were average sized, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He crouched down to suck on my nipples as I continued to stroke his cock. His rough tongue brushed over my areolas, making them firm as I leaned back. I removed the soft belt from my waist and allowed the whole dress to drop down. I kicked it to the floor and stood there as Grant lowered his hand down to my crotch. He stretched out his middle finger and started to circle it around my clitoris. Kellie was watching the whole time, gradually following every move I made with the same one herself. I hadn’t even noticed, so consumed was I with Grant’s enormous cock, that Susan was lying on the floor with Sam’s head between her legs as she raised her dress up to her crotch.
I laid down on the carpet and spread my legs open as Grant crouched in front of me. He lowered his head between my thighs and started to lick my clit. As he snacked on my pussy I watched the other girls. Jason was holding Simone from behind as he fondled her breasts, slowly removing her dress. Marie was sucking on Anthony’s cock hungrily as she struggled to stand up and wrangle her knickers around her ankles. Susan had mounted the couch and was facing away from us with her ass in the air as Sam ate her out from behind. The dresses were coming off thick and fast. I pressed Grant’s head into my pussy, hoping he would lick me harder. He was making me insanely wet, and before long I only had one thing on my mind. ”Fuck me!” I begged, and he crawled up over my body with his huge cock dangling below. I grabbed it and rubbed the head over my labia for a moment, coating it in my pussy juice, and then he pushed it inside me. My body became tensely cautious as his fat dick penetrated my slippery, but tight pussy lips. I groaned repeatedly and stretched out my arms above my head. He started to fuck me harder, leaning down to kiss my neck as he lurched up and down over my body. His powerful thrusts were forcing my body to move gradually across the carpet, an inch at a time until my head was nearly banging against the leg of the sofa.
He climbed off me and I flipped over, crouching on all fours.
As I got up I realized that Mark was sat on the sofa with Alysa grinding away on top of him as she rode him in reverse cowgirl position. I leaned against the edge of the sofa with my head between both of their legs and watched up close as his cock penetrated her soaking wet pussy over and over again. Grant slid his cock back inside me and continued to fuck me from behind, pounding my body forward against the sofa. I could smell Alysa’s pussy as it squelched around Mark’s enormous cock, with her delicious vaginal mucus dripping down onto his balls. She was moaning ecstatically. Kellie was riding on top of Paul next to them, with her head nestled cutely into his neck as she thrust her hips against him. I spanked her ass a few times as she bounced on his cock, and then peered around to see Simone being fucked missionary style on the floor by Jason. Her foot was resting on his shoulder as he rammed his dick inside her, creating very loud screams of Spanish words. Nobody knew what she was saying, but we had a fair idea. Her perky tits were rolling around atop her chest as Susan tried to suck on them. She was also being fucked from behind by Sam by this point. Everywhere I looked there was a sea of writhing, naked bodies and the room was filled with heated sexual groaning, the sound of skin slapping together and the smell of sex. I was getting wetter and wetter as Grant pounded his cock into me. I leaned in further towards Alysa’s crotch and finally made contact. As she bobbed up and down I tried to lick her clit, but her movement was too violent to get any purchase with my tongue. Instead I settled on rubbing it with my fingers, which made her squeal with excitement. In fact, she was becoming extremely noisy, breathing loudly in between sharp screams of sexual ecstasy. She was going to cum very soon, and I wanted to see it up close. I kept rubbing her clit as she impaled herself on Mark’s cock, and he wrapped his hand around her chest to pinch her nipples. It sent her over the edge, and as her legs began to tremble she let out a series of room shaking groans as she struggled to keep her body under control. She kicked out her legs and then collapsed back onto Mark’s lap.
It was an awesome sight, and had amplified the sexual energy in the room a million times over. Everyone was fucking rampantly, with each girl being slammed against the floor or the sofa in every position imaginable. Legs flew high in the air and breasts jiggled freely as we unashamedly and wantonly had sex with our friends’ partners. A few of the girls were noticeably groaning loudly, and one by one they each became unable to resist their inevitable climaxes. Susan and Kellie both started to cum at the same time, and Simone watched them intently as Jason fucked her, building herself up for her own orgasm. The combined sexual bliss was sending me into a frenzy, and when Grant grabbed my hands and held them behind my back I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. With my mouth wide open I tilted my head back and started to shake all over as my orgasm took hold of my body and mind. It felt like electricity running through my veins. I went limp and tried to recapture my breath as Susan said “Now it’s their turn!”. We all gathered in the centre of the room and lay down in a star formation, so our legs all faced outwards with our heads forming an inner circle in the middle. The boys straddled
our bodies and rubbed their cocks between our breasts as we sucked them some more. A minute or two later Paul and Sam both started to cum, spurting their hot milky loads over Simone and Kellie’s face. Then Anthony unloaded over Susan, quickly followed by a smattering of semen from Grant and Jason which caked mine and Alysa’s faces. Finally, Mark squirted one last shot of cum into Marie’s hungry mouth, and she swallowed every drop she could catch. We lay there for a moment enjoying the thick layer of semen that now coated our faces. The plan had worked better than I could have ever expected. All that remained was to organize the next dinner party!
The Naughty Hotel Maid
As a powerful executive in a large insurance company, I spend a large portion of my time flying across the country to attend various meetings and conferences. This means that I am regularly away from the comfort of my own bed at home, having to stay in hotels. Luckily, one of the perks of my job is the privilege of being put up in some rather swanky places. I always have access to a fully stocked mini-bar, a luxurious en-suite bathroom, expensive complimentary soaps and a huge LCD TV. The video-on-demand systems are usually excellent as well, offering a vast selection of films and TV shows to watch. They contain a wealth of adult films, too. As you might imagine, I have spent more than a few hours watching such explicit materials – I can only imagine what the credit card company thinks about me. The range of movies stretches from softcore “erotic thrillers”, which are quite dull, to some of the really filthy hardcore material.
I was on a business trip which involved visiting an unreasonably dry conference as part of my job. My responsibilities there involved nothing more than simply showing up and registering my attendance. I had no real work to perform or research to carry out, but I had to go. The conference was held over two days, and I had somehow trundled my way through the first day before returning to my hotel suite. Despite not having done anything of note all day long, I was exhausted. I settled down on the bed and turned on the large TV screen directly opposite. As I cycled through the channels I came across one of those faux-documentary TV shows about young, hip people and their flawed relationships. I almost instantly changed the channel, but then one of the characters began to strip down to her underwear. Intrigued, I continued to watch to ogle the extremely sexy young woman as she undressed to her bra and knickers. It was not particularly explicit, but the way the scene was lit was very obviously done to accentuate the curves of her breasts and hips. She looked incredible with her soft, tanned skin and small, round breasts. I was starting to get turned on as I gently rubbed the head of my cock through my trousers with my thumb. Before long it was fully erect and the somewhat restricted content in the TV show was no longer sufficient for my needs. I switched over to the on-demand service and started to flick through a few titles, and quickly came across a title which looked suitably explicit from the preview image.
The film began to play, and at first it went through all the same wooden acting and lame plot mechanics with which these things ridiculously persist. It finally got to a raunchy sex scene involving a stunning brunette tied to a wall and being forced to have repeated orgasms as she was whipped. My penis was throbbing intensely with the skin almost bursting under the tension. I was so incredibly horny and my mind was totally fixed on that video. I could consider no other option than to jerk off to it. I continued to watch for a while, gripping my hard cock in my hand as I worked my way to an orgasm. A short while later as I was reaching my climax my phone started to vibrate. I ignored it for a moment but the violent shaking was too distracting, and I lost my momentum. I paused the video and looked over at the screen and saw that it was a business man who I had met at the conference earlier that day. I had arranged to go for a drink later, and then completely forgot about it. I begrudgingly answered the phone, pretending to be happy to hear from him. When he asked if I would be interested in joining him for a few drinks with some friends I had to grit my teeth and force out “Yeah, absolutely. Where are you now?”
His timing couldn’t have been worse – not only was I winding down for the evening, but he had interrupted the best masturbation session I had enjoyed for a long time. He gave me the location of a bar at which to meet, and then hung up. I quickly got dressed, turning the TV off as I left the room in a hurry. Although I really didn’t want to go out, I stood to gain considerably from a business deal that I had a good chance of securing with this man, and so it was my duty to myself if not the company as a whole, to go for a few drinks. Anyway, the night went quite well and I managed to feign interest in his dull conversations – in fact, his small circle of drinking companions seemed to be as disinterested as me, but not as good at acting. The night drew to a close and I made my way back to the hotel, the memory of the porn movie completely stripped from my mind and replaced with the unshakable urge to sleep for about a week. I walked in, flipped off my shoes and fell on the bed, unconscious before my head even hit the mattress.
I woke in the morning feeling somewhat ill. My body hadn’t moved an inch during the night and I was still lying face down on the bed, with a sticky swamp of my drool dabbing against my cheek. I had a massive headache and felt like I had been dragged through a cactus patch naked. I rose to my feet and stumbled my way into the bathroom, which was through a door on the small passageway to the main door, and started to run a shower. As the steam rose up from the cold marble bathtub and clouded the room, I closed the door and began to remove my clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror and let out a disgusted sigh – my hair was straggled, my eyes bloodshot and I could barely keep my eyes from closing again. I had to clean myself up and get to the second leg of the conference, so I got into the shower. The sprinkle of the hot water on my face and chest was like the spray of the fountain of youth. It was a miraculous sensation and I could have happily stayed under there for hours. I fumbled around for the soaps and shampoo bottle resting on the shelf next to the bathtub and started to wash my body from head to toe. I had to ensure my appearance was immaculate so I was maybe a little overzealous in my cleaning rituals. About twenty minutes passed as I intermittently stood without washing and simply let the hot water run over my body. Eventually I relented to the nagging feeling in the back of my mind and turned off the glorious shower, carefully stepping out onto a towel to dry my body.
I rubbed a towel over my skin, soaking up the excess moisture. As I massaged it over my hair I heard a loud click, followed by a soft rumbling sound. I listened intently at the door, as the sound seemed to be emanating from the entrance to my hotel room. I heard another loud click and realized it was definitely my room door closing behind,whoever had come in? I froze in my place, even though I was not really doing anything wrong. I daren’t open the door even a little bit, so I just stood there with the towel around my waist and listened to see what was happening. I heard some ruffling sounds, which I assumed were the bed sheets being tossed. It was then I realized that it was probably just the maid. There was a momentary silence and I was hit with a sudden fear that whoever it was might open the bathroom door. I looked between the gap in the door to check whether I had locked it – I had. I quietly sighed with relief and put my ear to the door to hear when the maid left the room. She didn’t. I heard the slightly high pitched sound of the TV being turned on, followed by an audible gasp, a strange slapping sound and some other voices. Then it dawned on me - the previous night when I had rushed out of the room to meet my new associate, I had turned off the TV but left the on-demand service running. It was a separate box with a separate remote control, and I had left it paused in the same position all night long. Now the maid had discovered what I had been watching. I could feel my cheeks filling with blood as I blushed with embarrassment, despite being alone in the bathroom.
A minute or two had passed and I could still hear the video playing. She hadn’t run out of the room in horror, as I would have heard the clicking of the door, and yet the film was still running. As gradually as I could, I twisted the bathroom door lock into the open position, desperately t
rying to cushion the dreaded crack sound as it snapped into place. I pressed down on the door handle and dragged the door open. This being a high-quality establishment, the handle pressed down silently and the door opened smoothly without creaking. I peered out across the small passageway and looked into a mirror on the wall. I could see a reflection of the headboard of the bed, but nothing else due to the angle. The TV was next to the mirror so I peered out a little more to see if it was definitely the porn movie being played. It was – as if the groaning of the girls featured wasn’t proof enough. My curiosity got the better of me and I stepped out quietly into the bedroom, and was greeted by quite a sight. It was definitely the maid who had entered, and sure enough she was lying back on the bed with her legs draped over the edge. There was no mistaking her utterly smooth, dark beige latina skin. Her silky, black hair was back on the bed - her eyes closed as she repeatedly sighed with pleasure. Her body was superbly curvy, with just enough meat on the bones. The lacy frills of her maid’s outfit skirt were raised up to her waist, revealing her translucent black panties, and buried deep inside them her fingers were busy circling around her clit. I could see beautiful little strip of pubic hair rising above her pussy as her hand bobbed in front of it.
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