We have both showered and while Brian puts the TV on to cover any bathroom noises, I clean out my bottom with the anal douche. Although Brian has never fucked my anus, because of his girth, I do love my bum to be played with, and it has to be really clean for that.
When I emerge from the bathroom, the hotel room is dim and Brian wastes no time tying me to the sturdy chair which he has positioned to face the large mirror. My knees are bent and he ties my ankles to the tops of my thighs, then fixes them to the outside of the front legs, while my wrists are secured to the back legs. I stare at my widespread thighs and exposed vagina and anus in the mirror and it's as though it's all happening to someone else. The reality returns as Brian walks over to his bag and returns with a bottle of SuperSlik lubricant. He stands directly in front of me and squirts a liberal quantity of the lubricant into his right hand. Maintaining unwavering eye-contact and with a slight smile turning up the corners of his mouth, he casually opens up my vaginal lips with the fingers of his left hand, and rubs the slippery substance over my lips and inside my fanny. I watch the scene as though in a trance, seeing his thick, hard cock growing by the second, hearing his heavy breathing, feeling the fingers of one hand push up inside me while the other hand squeezes each of my breasts in turn.
He probes deep then moves upwards to score a direct hit on my G-spot. Simultaneously, one of his fingers strays down over my puckered arsehole and teasingly smoothes the lubricant in and around the tight orifice. I can see it all in the mirror and my heart is pounding so hard, I reckon they'll be able to hear it in the hotel reception! I couldn't stop him now, even if I wanted to...
Brian fits a condom on "Rod" - my vibrator - and with a slight back-and-forth twisting motion, slowly eases it into my bottom while licking my clit and fanny and fondling my breasts. Rod is only a few inches in circumference and my arse accepts it without much difficulty or pain. Before we had started, Brian had said it was his aim to make me come by using his tongue on my clit, and the combination of his tongue and fingers and the vibrator in my bum, has the desired effect. Soon I am moaning, writhing and bucking with what I just know is to be the first of many orgasms today.
Next, Brian unties me and gets me to kneel on the bed with my head pushed down into the pillow and my bottom raised up high. He ties my hands behind my back and pushes my knees apart, then fixes a piece of rope around each leg and ties them to the bed rails so that I can't close my thighs.
Finally, he blindfolds me and without any more play, kneels behind me and slides his cock into my moist pussy. Then he says a strange thing, "Just wanted to be first one today."
Of course he's first one today, and the only one, unless my husband is feeling randy tonight. After just a couple of minutes of slow, gentle thrusts, he keeps his thick, hard cock buried in me for a few seconds, then slowly withdraws and gets off the bed.
"Where are you going?" I call after him in frustration.
"Not far" he said, then "Oh, I almost forgot", and he returns to the bed and pushes a ball-gag into my mouth and buckles it tight behind my head. It is all so quick and unexpected, I don't have time to protest. He gets off the bed again...
After a couple of seconds, I hear the door open. Where's he going, he's naked! Then my heart almost stops as I think I detect a low whisper and hear the door close. Is it Brian just messing about or is there now someone else in the room with him? He's playing games, there's no-one else in the room; he would have said something...wouldn't he?
I start to dismiss the thought of a third person, but now I can hear some rustling that sounds like clothes being removed, but Brian is already naked, so what's going on? I'm suddenly even more aware of my vulnerable nakedness and exposed fanny and bottom. For a few seconds there is silence in the room and then I hear a quiet tearing noise, followed by what sounds like a condom being put on a penis. I've already told Brian that he doesn't need to use them, so what does this mean? Is it someone else or is Brian going to try anal intercourse? We've talked about the possibility but decided that with a seven-inch girth, it would probably be too painful for me. He must have changed his mind and is going to try anyway!
My heart starts to pound painfully with a combination of excitement and slight fear of the unknown, but I'm given no time to dwell on the feeling; five seconds later I feel movement on the bed as someone takes up position behind me. I can feel bare skin and the slight prickle of hairs against the insides of my thighs and the unmistakeable feel of an erect penis resting against my fanny lips. Hands reach under and lift my body off the bed to fondle and squeeze my breasts and roll my sensitive nipples between hard fingers. I know men love the size and firmness of my breasts and I can hear murmurs of appreciation as they fill the hands of the man who is playing with them. After a while the person, whoever it is, lowers me back to the sheet and releases my breasts. The hands move to my bottom, and thumbs roughly separate my butt-cheeks, then fingers probe inside my vagina and arsehole. I'm shocked; is Brian playing games or has he really invited a stranger to fuck and possibly bugger me?
I start to protest through the gag and squirm to get away from the invasive fingers, but to no avail. The man says nothing, but abruptly removes his fingers from my holes and unceremoniously rams his hard cock deep into my vagina, making me gasp. Now I don't know what to think; Brian doesn't use a condom when he fucks me! The entry is too sudden for me to tell if it's him or not; the cock feels quite thick, but I am so wet and wide open, it's impossible to know for sure. The feeling is so intense that I come within seconds, but the cock keeps pumping in and out and I come again. I moan and scream into the gag but a firm hand pushes my head into the pillow to muffle the sound.
While still fucking me, the man between my legs - surely it must be Brian, playing with my mind - applies some lubricant to my bottom and pushes a finger inside. Soon I can tell that there are two fingers in my arse and then three, stretching the muscles of my sphincter. More lubricant, more finger-probing, more cock-thrusting and I can feel the muscles relax as I squirm and gyrate on the end of his hand and his penis. The fingers slip in and out easily, and I can hear myself moaning as the nerve endings are stimulated.
I am close to coming again when, without warning, the fingers are removed from my bottom and the penis is suddenly withdrawn from my vagina. Only a few seconds pass, during which it sounds like a condom has been quickly removed, and the next feeling is the hardness of the bare cock as it is pushed against my anus. Instinctively, I clench my buttocks and try to flatten out on the bed to get away, but the man grabs my hips and spreads my buttocks again with his thumbs while pulling me back onto his cock. Pushing relentlessly at the still-open orifice, the erect penis overcomes the resistance of my sphincter and I feel the small opening distending as the cock pushes its way gradually but inexorably inside my tight hole. I'm not an anal virgin by any means, but only my husband has ever gone there before, and usually only when we had both been drinking.
Suddenly, my mind is in turmoil as the full knowledge of what is happening hits me like a punch in the stomach. I now realise with absolute certainty that over the last 20 minutes, I have been groped and handled, raped and now sodomized by a total stranger! Brian would not be able to fuck my arse without it hurting and this is not painful. The unknown and unseen man continues to press his cock inside me as the knowledge hits home. I try to struggle, but the ropes on my legs and the man's hands hold me fast. The penis withdraws slightly, but only so that more lubricant can be applied. The extra lube eases the way and the hard penis moves slowly in and out, filling me, pushing fractionally deeper with each forward movement until I feel testicles resting against the lips of my fanny. The sensation of fullness is almost overwhelming and my muscles try unsuccessfully to expel the uninvited guest. The stranger who has already raped my pussy, now has his penis buried balls-deep in my arse, and I haven't even seen his face! But if I'm being raped, why does it feel so good? If it was Brian's cock, I would have regarded the last 20 minutes as fondling, not groping and handling; a great fuck, not rape; agreed anal intercourse, not forced sodomy. The difference was all to do with two senses - eyesight and touch. I had walked willingly into the hotel room to be fondled, fucked and possibly buggered by Brian, not a stranger, but now it was really happening, what was the difference?
My certainties are confirmed within a few seconds. While the hands still grip my hips and the cock thrusts in and out of my bottom more quickly, I feel movement to the side of me and another pair of hands fondles my tits. There is no doubt now; Brian has acted on my fantasy without telling me! We had talked about me having sex with another stranger and being fucked by two men, but it was only meant to be a fantasy, not the reality that now had me writhing on the end of this unseen stranger's cock!
