I was on a business trip and put my bisexual MMF threesome porn and profile search on hold. I always stayed at the same hotel because it seemed like I always got lucky listening through the walls.
One time, I had heard a couple fucking; headboard creaking, woman moaning, guy grunting. He prematurely ejaculated and I could hear him apologize profusely. I prematurely ejaculated too.
Another time I had heard three lesbians going at it, giggling and moaning. I left three stains on the hotel wall; a big one, a medium one and then a little one.
Then there was the time I noticed a couple in the next room. I could hear well enough through the wall but nothing was happening. A light bulb went on inside my boxers. I got on my bed and started making it squeak. I found a way to make a slapping sound, added some grunts and moans, and finished with a noisy flourish. I knew I had succeeded in getting my neighbors horny because I heard them go at it a short time later. I added a blotch to the hotel bedspread.
The best time was when I was staying in a room with one of those adjoining rooms, you know, the ones with a two doors between. I had heard a couple enter late in the evening. There was light showing through the gap at the bottom. I laid down and angled my head to get close, I could hear everything.
From their conversation I understood it was their wedding night and that she had promised him anal sex if he married her. He was agitated because he could not find the lube. I heard rummaging, cussing, and her cheerfully saying "Oh well, I guess it won't be tonight." That prompted a "Dammit!" from him and more rummaging until he yelled out, "Found it!" followed by a "Oh, great," from her.
I heard rustling that I imagined was a wedding dress being lifted up over her head. I have a vivid imagination.
I craned my neck to get even closer.
He skipped the foreplay.
I could hear a squirting sound and her pleading "Please go easy." She let out a yelp and I heard "More lube!" She was moaning deeply, he was grunting and I could hear his body slapping her.
She cried, "Owwww, it hurts!"
He grunted, "Almost there!"
I heard him let go with a, "Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!" The slapping stopped.
"That's the last time you get to do that!" from her.
"Dammit!" from him.
My sore neck and afterglow probably lasted as long as her sore butt.
The last time I stayed there I got shut out listening through the walls. I went for a walk, creeping slowly past rooms with a Do Not Disturb hang tag. Nothing.
The hotel had an open area, I guess you would call it a courtyard. I strolled out there and could see the glow of room lights through the curtains. One room got my attention. I could see movement through a gap in the curtains. I crept a little closer and I could see it all; a guy laying on the bed naked, he had a laptop computer open and was jacking off to some porn. I crept closer.
It looked like he was watching a bisexual MMF threesome, at least I imagined he was. I have a vivid imagination.
I watched him make a puddle on his chest.
I went back to my room, opened the curtains a bit, and made my own puddle.
This time they put me in a room on the end. There was nobody staying next door. There was an ice machine humming so I wasn't going to be able to hear moans wafting down the hall.
I asked for a room change. Nope. I went for a stroll.
I made a lap of the courtyard. There was a room on the bottom floor with a big gap in the curtains. I could see movement inside. I didn't want to be seen leering from the walkway so I moved closer. The only way I was going to stay hidden was to climb onto their veranda. I straddled over the railing and took a last look around. Perfect.
They had the sheer curtains closed. I was going to be able to watch without being seen.
It was a couple. She was a dominatrix. He was tied to the bed naked. Face down. Ball gag.
She was a large lady. She had on a tight black corset, with boobs overflowing. She had on black knee high boots, black elbow length gloves, and black fishnet stockings with garters.
Raven black hair, black eyeshadow, black lipstick.
She was holding a black whip.
She had on black lace panties, with thighs overflowing. It looked like they were crotchless, but was hard to tell because she was wearing a big black strap-on.
I slipped my hand down the front of my pants. Bone.
My heart was pounding.
I saw her toying with him. The whip was one of those stranded things and she would alternate between brushing him lightly and giving him a good smack. I could hear a muffled grunt each time.
All of a sudden, she strode over to the sliding door and pushed away the sheer curtains. I stumbled back against the railing.
Busted! She slid the door open and stepped out.
I yanked my hand out of my pants and mumbled, "I, uh, uh, I, uh."
"Silence!" she commanded in a husky whisper. "Not another word from you or I will call security!"
I shakily nodded an acknowledgement.
"Step inside," she hissed. She closed the door and pulled the curtains all the way closed behind me.
"Strip naked!" she barked.
"I, uh, I, uh," was met with, "Not another word!"
I sheepishly pulled off my clothes. The tent in my boxers had a wet spot. They came off too.
"God that thing is small!" she laughed.
Great, thanks, I thought to myself.
There were four more shackles on the bed. She pointed with her whip. I shuffled over and she buckled me in. Face down. Ball gag.
She leaned down and hissed into my ear, "It was his desire to have a bisexual threesome. It was my idea to lure someone in with the open curtains!"
"You belong to Madame Butterball!" she cackled.
"Mmmmf!" was all I could manage.
"Oh, and your safe word is Mmmmf! Bitch!" she growled.
She started in on me with the whip. I flinched with each touch not knowing if it was going to be a light brush or a nasty whack.
"Mmmmmf!" She was lying about the safe word.
I heard her rustling behind us. It sounded like she was pulling goodies out of a bag. Something sounded like a lube bottle being opened. A squirting sound and my butt crack was dripping.
