I had originally intended this series to be called "Slut With No Name" but it felt awkward. Recently I learned a new term borrowed from French:
tout court
which means something like "simply that, nothing more."
・Slut With No Name・was conceived to be a series of independent stories from the point of view of the eponymous character. There's no plot. No character arc. There's not even a physical description of her. Imagine her as you will・except for the green eyes.
All there is is one wild and wacky sex scene.
This one features exhibitionist interracial fellatio. As I have other crazy ideas I may write them up in this format. Depending, of course, on how much y'all enjoy this episode.
Simply that, nothing more.
Enjoy
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I was adjusting the mirrors we had brought as a discrete knock came to the hotel room door. Hubs went to the suite's door and let in the last of our guests. My best friend and love of my life went through his, by now, well practiced routine: Handing the hefty young man a name tag, a bubble-pack mailer and a Sharpie, Hubs instructed that cellphones are to be placed in airplane mode in the envelope which is to be labeled with the guest's name. From there it would join the pile of others on the table next to Bluetooth speaker playing soft jazz.
The name tag was to personalize them to the star of the show―that would be me.
Look, we're not stupid, Hubs and I. We may indulge in high risk wacky sexual adventures, but we do it with forethought and care. We do not record anything and neither do we allow anyone else. Our guests are all carefully vetted for trustworthiness as well. We are also very careful about body fluids, of course. I mean it's fun to imagine spontaneous consequence free debauchery but Hubs and I live in the real world, not in some sex fantasy story website where jism can fly about like water at a volunteer firefighting competition and no harm done.
But tonight, for the guests sitting around the lounge area of our suite, that wouldn't be an issue. Tonight they are just the audience for fulfilling one of my biggest exhibitionist fantasies.
Speaking of bodily fluids....
"Hi everyone, thank you for coming," I said standing on the sturdy coffee table. Picture me, your friendly neighborhood green eyed MILF standing naked on a pedestal controlling a room full of fully clothed men. I could feel that sweet crinkly feeling in my nipples, not to mention a warming lower down. "Please take your seats. If your seat doesn't have a towel, please take one from the stack. We brought plenty."
Hubs then reviewed the evening's rules: No touching unless touched. Then only lightly, no groping. Keep commentary on the polite and positive side. Masturbation is not only permitted but encouraged―just be careful when ejaculating. My man made eye contact with each one and got verbal confirmation of each in turn.
Let me tell you a secret about being a hotwife: hand your man the challenge of setting things up and he will go at it like the world's most eager beaver.
It also makes a successful event HIS success as much as yours. Something you can share in the afterglow.
"Okay then!" I hopped off the table. "I'll be right back!"
I went to the suite's bedroom and got George. Let me tell you about him. Imagine a biblical patriarch as painted by a Renaissance master if said artist had available an ebony skinned model with a prodigious endowment. George is fifties-something and nearly bald, what's left of his hair being a dignified ring of silver hair. That endowment I spoke of dangled half way to his knees.
"Ready baby?" I asked.
"Yessss..." George has one of those deep voices that makes your ovaries vibrate. His brown eyes gleamed at me under sleepy lids as he stepped towards me. I met him halfway and gave him a hug and soulful kiss. His hands went naturally to cup my bottom, long fingers finding the crease, and my tongue went naturally to explore his luscious lips. His cock twitched against my belly, the head finding my bellybutton like an inquisitive puppy.
I grasped that puppy firmly. "Woo..." Kiss... "I want to make you hard in front of them." Kiss.
"We better hurry then-n-n...." The verbal fry at the end there getting me even hotter, if that's possible.
Not letting go, we went back to the lounge. We circled the room withershins making polite introductions to each of our guests:
"Hi..." Reading name tag... "Bill, this is George. I'm so happy to finally put a face on all those witty emails. Glad you could make it!" George offered his hand and Bill nervously shook it, his medium sized paw being engulfed by my lover's massive one. I had Bill pegged right, he was a lion on the keyboard but a mouse in real life. I leaned over and patted his cheek with my free hand. "Relax, it's all good. We'll talk later, 'kay?"
"Um... yeah... sure..." Bill managed.
And that's how it went with the other five: James, Paul, "Other George," Ho (He said it means "tiger" in Korean), and Grayson. All these guys were socially awkward introverts who managed to project significant charm across the inter-tubes. As a raging introvert myself I had a good deal of empathy for them―especially after Hubs explained how bleak it was for "ordinary guys" on dating sites these days.
But you want me to get to the good stuff. Lets.
Big chain hotels aren't stupid. They don't buy flimsy furniture. The coffee table in lounge area of our suite could serve as the plinth for Michelangelo's David. So that's what we did. George climbed up on it and stood there in all his manly glory. I rested one knee on the table as well and spread my legs so that my face was at the perfect height. I nudged George's thigh so his ass was towards the bedroom door insuring everyone had a good view of his cock. Ho might be blocked by my head, so I hunched down low and came at that beautiful black dick from below, first kissing his left ball then running my lips along the underside of the shaft towards the head.
"I love the taste of your cock," I said. "So sweet..." I tonged under the head and then locked my lips around it. I gave his pee hole a tease with the tip of my tongue. George groaned. My lips released him. "And salty."
I looked at myself in one of the mirrors. I looked so hot if I do say so myself. Behind me I could see Ho rubbing his crotch through his jeans. I made eye contact with and kissed the big purple head in front of me. Ho's eyes went wide and he guiltily withdrew his hand.
I stroked George's shaft and said with mock anger to the room "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?"
Shocked silence.
"All of you―pants off! Cocks out! I shall not proceed until six more dicks see the light of day."
The room was filled with the rustle of their scramble to comply. I continued stroking, smiling upwards at my partner. George rolled his eyes. He put his big hand on the back of my head and tried to nudge me back onto his cock but I resisted. "C'mon babe, they're doing what you―"