It was sometime between midnight and dawn. By the dim light coming through our window I was watching as the man above me grimaced and groaned as if in pain. Rapid jabs of his cock between my lips slowed into hard thrusts as he slammed his cock deep into my pussy. Even that movement ceased as he ground his groin against my swollen lips. His gasps and final moan told me that he was coming. I doubted he had much cum left in his balls at this point to spill inside me. That didn't concern me though. I was being paid by the clock, not by the amount of cum.
I'd been awakened by the need to piss and my getting out of bed and then returning had woke the man sharing the bed with me. The man who'd just finished inside me. I felt his cock still contracting deep inside my cunt, squeezing out a few more drops of cum while we kissed and caught our breath. Dried cum stains, tacky but still moist cum spots - remnants from earlier sex - perfumed the room with a strong scent of sex. The fresh cum leaking from my pussy to add yet another, fresher cum pool to the bedsheet simply added to the fragrance.
The man resting his weight upon me regained his breath as we kissed. Murmuring into my ear what an amazing fuck I was, he moved off me and collapsed, still half out of breath, onto his back beside me. Moving to press against his side where I could suck his semi-hard cock, I enjoyed the smell and taste of my freshly creampied pussy on his cock. The man laid motionless enjoying his blowjob until, his breathing more regular, he moved to leave the bed for the hotel room's bathroom.
I moved up on the bed and kept my legs spread as I felt more watery cum slide from my gape and down my ass crack to stain yet another spot. The man who'd just fucked me had a thick cock and I toyed with the pussy gape he'd left me with as I turned my head to smile at the man watching me. The man who for several minutes had been watching me fuck.
In the dim light I'd watched this man sitting in a chair, stroking his cock while waiting his turn with me. He'd been asleep in the other bed at first when his friend had moved on top of me but the sounds of our fucking had awakened him. He'd grinned when I noticed he was awake and watching us fuck. Between gasps caused by his partners energetic thrusts I'd grunted out that when it was his turn with me I wanted him to fuck my pussy just as hard as it was being fucked now.
Now that his friend had vacated the bed, still stroking his cock, he rose and walked closer where he could better watch me play with my pussy. "Isn't your pussy sore by now," he asked, grinning.
"There's time enough later to be sore," I answered, moving my cum slick fingers to my mouth to suck them clean. Returning them to my pussy I matched his grin and added, "But there's only a few more hours left for us to fuck."
I guess I said the magic words. Crawling onto the bed he grasped my wrist and moved my fingers back to my mouth and away from between my legs. Watching me suck my cummy fingers, he positioned himself between my legs. I reached with my free hand to guide the tip of this new cock to my pussy. Yes, I was sore as he slide inside but it was the good kind of soreness that tells a woman she's been fucked hard and long!
Despite the tenderness between my legs, I exhaled a soft sigh of contentment as his cock began to slide up my well lubricated pussy. This man's cock was larger than the one I'd just fucked. I closed my eyes and groaned in appreciation as I felt my deep cunt being filled and stretched. I hoped the owner of this cock would remember my instructions and would fuck me just as hard and as well as his friend had.
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Just hours before I'd been in the hotel's bar when, with a knowing look, the bartender slid two drinks I hadn't ordered onto the bar in front of me. While my house was being built I'd moved into a penthouse suite of this hotel in Charleston and it had become a semi-ritual that I'd eat in the hotel's dining room and then have a couple of drinks in the bar.
The soft drone of small talk and the comfortable atmosphere of the room relaxed me. Many evenings I'd sit at a table to read the next chapters of a book I was interested in. Most of the patrons in the evenings were men here in the city on business and I'd become used to them admiring my tall, lean figure whenever I walked from my table to the bar for another drink.
Being approached by men offering to buy me a drink was pretty common. If I was in the mood and the guy looked good I'd often accept. I love to meet people who can hold up their end of good conversation. If the guy still interested me after two drinks it wasn't unknown for me to be talked into spending some time in their bed.
Tonight, I hadn't been on the prowl for sex. I wasn't even very horny. Sex the night before with a drink buying stranger had left me feeling very satisfied. The only reason I'd come into the bar was because my favorite bartender was working. I don't fuck the people working at the hotel. You don't mix business with pleasure. But, Mr. Tall-dark-and-handsome Bartender? As soon as I moved out of the hotel I'd already promised myself to come back and drag his tight ass to the nearest bed for a weekend!
I was dressed for comfort tonight, not to prowl for a pick-up. After leaning over the bar to watch Mr. Bartender's muscular ass cheeks walk away I picked up the drinks. Walking the drinks to the table my tall, dark and handsome bartender had indicated I checked out the guys sitting there. Both were in good shape for men probably in their late 30's or early 40s. Thanking them for the drinks, I laughed, saying I wouldn't mind sitting with them to talk if they wouldn't expect more from me for the drinks.
They agreed and over small talk I found out that, as I'd suspected, they were in the city for business. Some seminar on some new government regulations about health care to be held tomorrow. They had been sent by their hospital to attend and were sharing a room for the night. I made up a story that I was in town visiting friends.
I won't detail all the small talk. They were both easy to talk to and though looking for action, both seemed to accept my polite non-interest with grace. A few sexual innuendos crept into our conversation as the night wore on and more drinks were ordered. Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe the guys. Maybe it had just been too long since I'd had multiple partners... The idea of a threesome after so long... It was something that grew more attractive as time passed.
They'd sent me different colored drinks to see who might get lucky depending on the color I picked. They smiled as I ran my fingers up and down the stem of another cocktail glass, now empty, and told them I was aware of the significance of the different colors. "But I drank both of them and I can't remember which color I drank first. Why don't the three of us go up to your room and flip a coin to see who goes first?"
I almost laughed at their expressions of disbelief and confusion. Neither had really expected to get lucky. They'd been roleplaying out-of-towners-looking-for-some-action but not really expecting to find any. The look on their faces reminded me of the joke about a dog who always chased cars... What's the dog to do with a car if he caught one?
I almost laughed when one Mr. Married Suburbs asked timidly how much. They thought I was a prostitute! I love roleplay, too, so I didn't deny or confirm their assumption. Instead I made up a story that I was just a girl on her way home from visiting family before adding, "This trip cost a lot more than I thought it would. Maybe if each of you could spare me some gas money... I'd try hard for an hour or so to show you both how appreciative I am."
They offered to give me a hundred dollars each which I said would be great. On the elevator ride up to their floor one of them whispered to ask, "If we gave you two hundred dollars each for gas money would you be really appreciative?"
"For $400 I'd stay and show you how happy I can make you until your wake-up call in the morning," I replied while running my hand up his leg and over the bulge in his crotch.
Minutes later we were in their room and they couldn't get their wallets open quick enough. Money hit the table top and then they stood uncertain as to what to do next. Neither had expected me to chose both of them. When they'd been shy to undress in front of each other, I turned off the lights and stripped down to bra and panties as an incentive. The darkness helped them lose some of their shyness around each other.
