It's the end of the evening and we find ourselves in a luxurious hotel bar, it's late, the lights are low and we've been drinking, you've been unable to keep your hands off me all night and I've been teasing you with promises of what's to come. I chose my outfit carefully; a black lace body with a plunging neckline that exposes just the right amount of cleavage, a sequined skirt which skims my hips allowing for easy access and black patent heels that make my legs go on forever. I know how tempting I look with my sleek, brunette hair falling almost to my waist and my sexy, green eyes lined in kohl. They contrast strikingly against my pale skin and red lips. I saw how the men in the bars looked at me tonight and I know you were turned on by how much they wanted me. I know you want to fuck me. I'm so attracted to you that your every touch sends shivers of excitement through me and when your intense, blue eyes meet mine the sexual tension between us is electric. I pull you close and sink my mouth to yours, kissing you deeply.
The live band is churning out all the old favourites, the large windows are open, letting the warm summer breeze float gently into the crowded room, the atmosphere is relaxed and the place is filled with people chatting, dancing and having a good time. We grab drinks from the bar and you lead me towards the pool table, which is tucked away in a secluded corner away from prying eyes. Although we both know this is a pretence, we begin a game. I lean over the table, taking a shot, you stand behind me and bend over to help me. I would've giggled at this normally, it's such a cliché but I can feel your hard dick pressing against my arse and somehow tonight, it seems sexier, you gently tug my hair and kiss the nape of my neck. You're dangerously attractive, I feel your stubble brushing against my skin and know I would let you fuck me right here, right now. It's as if you've read my mind you lift my skirt and run your fingers over my lace panties, you stroke my pussy through the fabric...I'm wet, excited by the thrill of being caught. It is this that is the real game we are playing this evening, you know how turned on I am by the thought of an illicit encounter in public and I sense that the first move has just been made, I'm intrigued and decide to let myself enjoy this fully.
I take the shot and you turn me to face you, I can see the hunger in your eyes as you lean in to kiss me, our tongues intertwine. I want you, like I always do when you kiss me, I feel my nipples harden under my top as I press myself against your chest. You push me firmly against the table pinning me to it. I love a dominant man, a man who knows what he wants, you know exactly what you want and slide your hand under my skirt trailing your fingers up my thighs until you reach my hot, little pussy. You push a finger into me and I sigh as you feel how wet I am already. I can't help it, you have this power over me and it's intoxicating. You slip in another finger and stroke me gently as we kiss, my breathing becomes increasingly shallow as you turn me on...my legs are slightly apart now and your fingers are deep inside me.
Suddenly I'm jolted back to reality as a group of men approach the table, they stop when they see us. They instantly realise what we're doing, smile knowingly and turn to leave. You don't stop touching me and, to my surprise, invite them to stay and play. They casually agree and you wink at me wickedly! I know what you want, I know it's what you've wanted for a long time. I kiss you deeply, urgently and feel your excitement mounting.
We begin to play, I'm so turned on thinking about what might happen I can feel the wetness in my pussy beginning to build. I move to take a difficult shot which places me close to the youngest of the group, he's about 25, tall, athletic and classically handsome. You watch as I bend over the table and smile as his eyes fall on my arse. You casually tell him to help me, he looks at you not quite believing what you're telling him to do. He silently looks at you for permission, you nod and he comes and presses himself close up behind me. He leans over me, his arm following mine, I feel his fingers graze my breast and my nipples respond involuntarily. I wriggle against him, pushing my arse into his cock. I feel him harden through his jeans and my eyes catch yours. The other men are now watching us more intently.
I turn to face him and press my tits up against him, he looks at you and once again you nod. I kiss him slowly, our mouths open and his tongue dances with mine. I run my hand over the outline of his cock and he stiffens further under my touch. He firmly pushes me back, lifts me up on the pool table and spreads my legs apart...my pussy is dripping with anticipation as he moves between my thighs, this time he doesn't hesitate or look to you for approval he simply pulls my panties aside and slides his thick fingers into me. I moan gently as he strokes me. The other men are watching us now and you're so turned on I see your eyes darken, filled with desire and lust.
You gesture to two of the other men, they put down their drinks and move towards me. The youngster slides his fingers into my mouth before his friends reach me, I suck them sexily, tasting myself on them. The approaching men are older, I guess about 35, both are ruggedly chiselled, both are tanned and I imagine that they work with their hands. One has gorgeous, green eyes and sandy, blonde hair, the other is more Mediterranean looking with dark hair and a striking face. They begin to touch me with the kind of firm confidence that only comes from experience. They take turns rubbing my clit and pinching my nipples through the fabric of my top. I can't quite believe what is happening but I can't deny just how turned on I am by them both. The blonde man slides his fingers into my slick pussy as you watch while the other kisses me deeply and squeezes my tits as the youngster looks on.
You can tell I'm enjoying the scenario by the soft whimpers of pleasure escaping from my lips, you know I want this, you've always wanted this, to see me with so many men. Suddenly you tell them to stop, I'm unsure how you feel; I can't read your expression. Our eyes lock in silent communication as you place our spare room key on the table...a simple action that changes the game considerably. I'm shaking, trembling as I realise what this might actually mean. My mind begins to fantasise about the possibilities of what the night may bring. You pull me away from them and we leave. We reach the lift, the sexual tension rising between us. Once inside the mirrored confines your hands snake up my thighs and find my soaking, little pussy, we kiss passionately, urgently and I cum all over your fingers. I'm so turned on I can hardly catch my breath, you tell me you've never wanted me more and turn me to face the wall, you hitch up my skirt, pull my knickers aside, finger fuck me slowly and flick your tongue over my arsehole...the doors slide open.
