As Dani walked down the hotel hallway, large ringlets of brunette hair bounced happily just above her shoulders in time with her curvaceous breasts that pressed against a white blouse. Stepping into the elevator, she smiled at a man in his mid-twenties already standing at the back of the small room. Pressing the number "14," the door slid shut. In the reflection of the polished aluminum doors, she could see his gaze transfixed on her ass. Her mid-thigh black leather skirt was just long enough to cover the tops of her stockings, so it wouldn't surprise her if a nylon strap from her garter belt was visible. Every day she caught men and women catching a glimpse of her voluptuous curves. As a younger woman, there were times when she lamented being overly sexualized, but now in her thirties, catching a colleague or stranger breaking eye contact for a moment to look at her body made her heart rush and a warm glow begin to creep through her body.
Always a bit of a hedonist, Dani had long enjoyed dabbling in everything that felt fun. Therefore, she had to admit to being a bit surprised, albeit not disappointed, by the increasingly taboo fantasies that were occupying her thoughts. Her internet history was now cluttered with search terms such as "creampie", "breeding", "group orgy cum", "raw MFM", and "pregnancy porn". It seemed like every time she touched herself, she was imagining sex with multiple men and being penetrated by multiple cocks. She swelled with desire at the notion of being overpowered by stronger bodies committed to using her like a sex toy. As the elevator chimed for her floor, she smiled, thinking that in a few moments she would make some of those fantasies come true.
Dani's platform heels ceased clicking against the floor as she stepped out of the elevator onto a crimson-colored carpet adorned with gold detailing. It was just a short walk to Suite 1429. Dani felt lucky to be with a man who encouraged and helped materialize her desires. She had met Jack in college, where they hadn't dated per se, but it wasn't uncommon for them to fall into sexual trysts when the situation presented itself. They had gone their separate ways after graduation, but kept in touch over the years. For her, there was always a feeling of something left unexplored that sometimes made her mind wander about possibilities. Jack had a quick wit that matched her own, and no matter how blue her world might turn, he could always make her laugh. It also made her wet to keep yet another man in a stable orbit. There was power and security in knowing that if she ever truly wanted his cock, it would only take a few messages for him to be on the next plane to her locale.
About a year ago, they truly connected. She had been reeling from a breakup and found herself texting various men as a distraction. However, after a few weeks of sexually adventurous and emotionally uplifting texts, Jack began to pique her interest. It wasn't long before they went on their first date, and soon fell into a pattern of Friday night dates and staying up late into the night.
Sex with Jack was great, but her body desired more. She laughed, thinking of how nervous she had been the first time she described to Jack her desire to feel a cock slipping into her pussy, with another already slowly sliding in and out of her ass. Rather than recoil or chalk it up to some masturbatory fantasy to be unrealized over a lifetime, he laughed and asked, "Which hole should my cock go in?"
Some of the darker fantasies Dani thought about, she feared, would drive away any partner. But so far, no matter what she suggested, Jack only smiled.
"You know, in another 35 years, your sex stories are going to get you kicked out of quilting club?"
"My stories are already the best stories at quilting club. All the ladies love my antics, thank you. Speaking of, Darla said her husband used to go down on her every morning. She claims it was the secret to their 45-year marriage."
Jack's eyes widened as he snickered, "Noted." Then he turned his attention back to his book.
Despite not inquiring further, the next morning, she awoke to the feeling of lips kissing against her abdomen. Almost instinctively, she spread her legs and moaned softly as Jack's tongue began rhythmically stroking her swelling clit. And just like that, waking up to an orgasm became her new normal. Darla was right; it was hard to stay mad at anyone who spent the first 20 minutes of their day worshiping her pussy.
Smitten with her looks and mind, Jack still actively encouraged her to explore her desires. If he did anything controlling, it was only to insert himself into her fantasies, which suited her fine. It had been a long time since she had a partner she didn't feel confined by, and never had one that truly challenged her. Dani was pleasantly surprised then, when Jack began encouraging her to start a dating profile to find the "right" third guy. It took a bit more swiping than she cared to admit, too much texting, and a few awkward phone conversations. But after some "screening" through potential candidates, they settled on Peter. In his late 20s and recently divorced, he wasn't looking for anything more than ticking an experience off his bucket-list; helping fuck a horny woman. This of course, meant helping Jack fuck Dani.
Being able to separate lust from desire and disconnect from feelings of 'love' was of utmost importance to Jack and Dani both. Where if things worked out, Peter might be fun to bring around again in the future, it was important for whomever they settled on to understand they weren't looking to expand their romantic relationship. For Dani, being filled with strange flesh and cum was thrilling, whereas the notion of having her home filled with a new person was horrifying. Jack was the only man she wanted in her sanctuary of absurdly high-thread counts, and imported silks.
Suddenly she found herself standing at the door to the suite. Jack had met Peter in the lobby of the arranged hotel an hour before. A kind of final vetting. While the men talked, she passed the time at a bar next door. She had made it through two cranberry and vodkas before her phone buzzed with a message from Jack.
"Suite 1429"
She knocked. After a moment, the hum of the door's mechanical latch operating unleashed the excitement of a hundred fluttering of butterflies in her stomach. As the door opened, Jack greeted her with a smile.
"Dani, I want you to meet Peter. He tells me he's been masturbating daily to some of the pics you sent him. He's quite the fan."
Looking across the room was the handsome, albeit seemingly overwhelmed, younger man. His eyes were pinned to hers, but his mouth hung slightly agape. Clean shaven, he had a full head of brown hair, hazel eyes and square jaw. As nice as he was to look at, it was his cock photos she thought about now. From those photos, he looked quite a bit larger than Jack. In just a few moments, she'd be able to feel just how much larger.
Dani walked towards the new man. She placed a finger on his chest, and playful dragged down her finger until it met with the denim fabric covering the bulge beneath. Even through his jeans, she could feel Peter harden within her hand. She loved the control she had over men. Just a touch, and Peter was powerless to think about anything rational until he softened again. Dani hoped that wouldn't be for some time.
"So, Jack, do you mind if I get started?" Dani said with a coy grin.
"I think you better. It would be rude to keep our guest waiting. Take a seat, Peter. Dani will take care of you."
"Oh, okay" Peter stammered.
Peter sat down on the edge of a large padded recliner. As he did, Dani kneeled in front of him. She ran both of her hands across his belt line towards one another until they met. Unclasping his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, she carefully pulled the zipper down over the sky blue cotton boxer briefs covering the young man.
