0 comments/ 23726 views/ 1 favorites Hostels By: MeanElf Waking sometime after 3am, it took me a moment to get my bearings, then another second or so to make proper sense of what had fully woken me. I suppose I hadn't slept too well during the past two days, and certainly not properly with all the travel, so I could be forgiven for not immediately recognising the noises indicating that the bunk bed above me now had a couple in it, a couple that were busily fucking. Perhaps they hadn't been at it for so long, not considering the urgency with which the rickety bunk-bed was being shaken back and forth – also the slurred whispers coming between those last grinding thrusts, faltering into uneven but quiet, heavy breaths. It all spoke of a quickie after an evening out together. I blinked and sighed inwardly and turned over quiet as I could, it was never easy travelling like that, all day long on a vibrating bus together, a day full of slow build-up, everything narrowing the focus until the drink inside gave courage enough to finally say 'sod it – let's fuck here anyway...!' I'd been there myself, making do with slow, quiet intimacies on late night coaches, touching each other under the mask of draped coats...and now my erection was, despite my tiredness, complete...great! Listening to their whispered exchanges, I lay there wondering if it was just a matter of my own luck, or the nature of things surrounding these budget hotels now, the way there are at present? To be fair, most of those passing through were young and horny backpackers on holiday, ready to indulge their chance to do those things they couldn't at home, for fear of being seen. So the end result shouldn't be a surprise, not with all those hormones, alcohol and opportunity mixed together in a strange place...and of course strangers to explore it all with. By the sounds drifting down now, they were already asleep...and I was of course, fully awake...fucking hell! Lay there, head turned on and nowhere to go, I contemplated my very hardened friend under the covers and weighed up the old favourite standby of just masturbating myself back to sleep. No one else in the sixteen bed room seemed to have been woken by the two above me, or maybe they too were quietly listening. The way I was feeling right then, it wouldn't have bothered me if they were all awake, I was horny and probably couldn't sleep without that needed bit of attention first. Regular followers of these, my erotic reminiscences, will remember the last time I'd been in such a hostel, and so know that an audience would only prove more of a turn-on for me. Softly, I pushed the sheets down away past my hips, exposing him to the dark room's secrecy, all porcelain-pale and looking almost as smooth. My hand lifted and brushed lightly down his length, then encircling with thumb and forefinger only, I drew down slowly and then back up again, feeling the familiar texture of knobbly veins that belied that apparent smoothness. Carefully experimenting with pace, I wanted to see first how far I could go, knowing there would be no point in starting, if the bed would shake too much with that final rush of necessity – I reckoned that I could get away with it, and so settled down to slower strokes, letting the tingle of need and good feelings build within me silently. A moment later from above, I heard movements and so stopped my silent stroking to listen for some seconds – despite my braveur of earlier, I didn't really want to get caught cock in hand. There was still the regular, drink-fuelled breathing - his I reckoned, so I relaxed somewhat - but under that I heard a zipper's slow draw downwards, followed by more movement and sounds of heavy fabric slowly rucking up, suggesting denim. This fascinated me...surely they hadn't fucked, clothed...the thought came complete with images of almost chaste, dry humping...or her hand bringing him off as his explored hotly inside her jeans...maybe she'd been sucking him off and he'd fallen asleep straight away...it happened, meaning... The start of a light, regular squeaking from the strung mesh less than an arm's length overhead, gave fuel to my imagination's directional flow, while I lay there listening some more. After a moment, I could definitely feel a light but tell-tale shudder transmitting itself through the posts to my lower bunk. Staring hard up at the bed's sag above in a vain attempt to see any sort of corroborative motion, I lifted my other hand to lightly touch against the mattress' underside - not wanting to stop the gentle squeaks, or make the occupant aware of my silent attention – I just wanted confirmation of what intuition told me about events unfolding above. Through the convection of touch, my mind translated the slight but regular up and down motions felt. Imagination did the rest, seeing the shape and form lain in the bulge under my hand's sensitivity, feeling too the heat radiate from where flesh pressed deepest. In this way I sensed and built up the full image of her ass, hips, back, then the longer shapes of her slightly parted legs – and from that moment on I could see her clearly above me, a hand between her thighs, fingers slipping rhythmically between sex swollen lips, circling her clit with broad, short strokes, to quickly finish what they'd begun together. Now that it was implanted, I couldn't get that image out of my head and it seemed in the short space of time since it had begun, that her movements had definitely become more pronounced, and more rapidly paced. If my cock felt hard earlier, I don't know what word should be used to describe its state now, while ambiguity slipped away with each half-second of listening to her quiet persistence, now shuddering the connected beds lightly as urgency took over. What else could be going on – his breathing was still regular, oblivious – she was playing with herself, or had a hell of an itchy nose - it could be nothing else. With my left hand still raised to catch the regular bouncing-touch of her movement, adding its thrill to the secrecy, I started masturbating again too. Moving the sheets back fully, I raised my legs and caught her pace, hoping it would mask the rocking soon to be caused by my own motions. I explored in the dark, seeing with my imagination through the mattress to what she was doing, lay there next to her sleeping boyfriend, on her back, legs slightly raised, maybe the covers pushed aside to reduce any extra noise of her busy hand under draped fabric, exposing herself daringly to the night air, and to freedom of movement – yet this wouldn't stop the finer noises, the slight, wet sounds of fingers rasping over moist pubes, escaping to merge with the quiet and peace around her. It was an incredible turn-on, leaving every sound and motion felt, for the mind to connect and make into something special. Perhaps she was snug and warm under the covers, feeling herself by memory of touch, wet and hot in the dark, concentrating on that sweet nub and its jolts of pleasure, sliding controlled but skittish under focused fingers' pressure. Carried away by the thoughts and associated images, I realised that the bed had begun moving out of synch, under my own counter-rhythm, so I slowed right back down, not wanting her to know that I was awake and listening to her masturbate – let alone that I was doing the same. I knew I could wait a while longer, let her finish and go to sleep first, even if that waiting wouldn't be easy. It is a special feeling, that of an orgasm shared while watching each other, but I couldn't afford the risk of such a luxury with someone I couldn't even see. Stopping for a moment to let the itch of pressure subside, I concentrated instead on what my raised left hand could feel of her movements, how her fingers' short down-strokes moved not only flesh, but the mattress too, the light bounce and squeak of her activity saying it all for me. Her pace had now intensified, lightly vibrating the mesh under my fingertips – then there was a sudden stillness, a pause ending in a short, quiet, delightful gasp and slow release of pent up breath as she came, and her body shook ever so softly, fingers at the same time resuming a gentle stroking to drawn the last of it from within her. I smiled up into the darkness, lowering my hand, imagining her face as I thought of all the orgasms I'd seen, and the ones I'd imagined. My own would definitely not be long in coming – just let her settle to sleep, give her a few minutes and I could take it up where I'd left off without her being any the wiser. Those few minutes of temptation were indeed long, and I distracted myself throughout by stroking and squeezing just the shaft, near the base, while still listening to her settle above me, ready for sleep. I forced my focus to drift out further, following other sounds of the city's last, all heading home to bed now – deciding as I did so, that it was luck after all, to be here at this moment to witness what I had. Perhaps a lot more of it would be going on in future, maybe even some bed hopping... Such additional thoughts were not doing me much good, so I rolled over, needing to give myself a little extra time, by removing temptation. I wanted my orgasm to be something memorable, and not just a quick few strokes and then relief – I wanted to feel it build up again, to appreciate before letting it out in squirts of release. The thoughts and continued light teasing hadn't helped, so I lay there trying to while away the moments, feeling my hardness pulsing under me, stretched hot and ready to my belly-button, doing its best to call all straying attention back, and stopping me from thinking of much else than the woman masturbating and her ready wetness, of how good that would feel to slowly envelop myself within... Teeth gritted, I checked the time, having heard no noises for what seemed like an age. It was now almost 4am – which told me nothing really - so what the fuck...! Rolling over again, I started back slowly, coaxing the tension with a careful stroke that thrilled, tugging my foreskin firm but slowly down into smooth oneness with my shaft, then up again over the head, my light breath catching at the jolt of glorious anticipation. With caution I let the pace mount, feeling the pulse of hot blood and hormones start to sing until all would match, ending in that other pulsing splash of hot sperm arcing high in thick, sticky streams across chest and belly. Feeling its imminent readiness, I dropped all caution, having rationalised during the enforced stillness that it would be fine, even I did shake the bed – others shouldn't fuck in a public place, and not expect it to wind others up! Perhaps it might be seen as a curious rationale, but I'd guessed she'd definitely have objected to some second-hand participation during their quick fuck, but maybe not so much if it happened afterwards, either as a result of or not, it would be difficult to say – nocturnal fumblings happen all the time, non? Even so, I had kept it quiet until now, stopping still whenever I'd heard a creak, squeak or change in breathing. Ready, I let my thoughts have the reins, imagining that in fact she was awake and had been listening to me too, having felt my hand's movements rock her bed with its own unmistakable purpose. In those thoughts her hand resumes its stroking between her legs, the rocking comforting her and letting her imaging me on top of her, thrusting slow and deep – her other hand moves up under fabric, to softly cup, squeeze and slide its fingers over warm breasts, circling and rolling hardening nipples as her other fingers roll wetness around that hard nub. In the darkness, imagination and reality can easily blur – I was about to come, and have no idea why I slowed for a moment so close to my ready-to-go orgasm, but I do feel glad now that I did. With the mask of my own noises reduced, I could hear the slight rhythmic squeaking from above again, and her breathing, clearer this time, but still soft and unmistakably in-time to the squeaks from short strokes of her fingers between open legs. Mixed in amongst those noises of her renewed activity, came the slower, tantalising rasps of fingers across silky skin, with the heavier movement of constricting cotton. My slowed paced must have alerted her, possibly feeling the change through the connection of beds – her own movements stopped, breath held in listening. After a second of quick decision, I started back into bold motion – it felt right, both she and I knew the other was awake, and why – we both knew what the other was doing too, and we seemed to be relishing the uncertain anonymity of it all, feeling how it added incredibly to the buzz. With my resumed up and down stroking now creaking the bed under me, I felt her pace pick up and take off on its own, blessing me further with wet noises of fingers now sliding in and out of her, lubricating the dream. No longer able to control it, I let my hand have its way, and it really began pumping fast, adding a flurry of wet sounds of my own to our combined symphony. A second later I lifted my hips clear of the bed ready against the recoil, and came with a heavy spasm, shuddering as the first hot spurt pattered globules all over my skin. I let out a slow sigh. Above me her movement quickened suddenly, and I listened whilst gently milking the last from myself with long, slow squeezes. With her breath held hard, she shook enough surely to wake the lad beside her, then stopping in that sudden way again, she let a drawn-out grunt escape softly into the room, the second orgasm definitely sounding a lot more satisfying than the first. Both beds quietened into peace. Reaching for yesterday's t-shirt, I wiped myself down quietly, listening to her breathing calm itself as she returned from her plateau. I gave her a few moments of peace before getting up and heading for the toilets - shared masturbation can be awkward afterwards, especially the first time, so I took my time while away, and cleaned up properly, allowing her the peace to settle and relax, to see that I didn't expect it to go any further, not unless she wanted it so. Toward that end, I would return and go straight to bed – we had had our mutual excitement, reaped the benefits and enjoyed the moment each in our own way. Anyway, I would be up early in the morning as invariably all who did not stay out clubbing would be too; it was a sort of given understanding by those staying in the hostels. I therefore assumed that they would not, so avoiding any necessity for possible embarrassment tomorrow. It would also keep the fantasy fresh and unspoiled, as neither would have an idea what the other looked like. Anyway, I knew I'd be back for a few days in a month's time, so I had already begun wondering if something similar might happen – spring would definitely be on the way by then... Hostess I smile as I watch you lean over the table to choose an open sandwich from the silver plate. I watch as I see the red dress, so short, rise higher upon the backs of your legs. I watch as I see the hemline ride to expose the commencement of your buttocks. I know for certain, that I am not alone in my observations either. I see other eyes glancing at the free show you are giving, a free show that I want you to give, shows that I, in fact, revel in. You are the perfect hostess, never standing still for too long, ensuring that the guests eat the food, drink the wine, the beers. Ensure that their glasses never become empty for too long. The ice buckets, continually topped up for the cocktail drinkers. Yes, the perfect hostess. My mind often drifts back and forth to the times when you have afforded me, and other onlookers sights of your breasts, nipples and of course, that wonderful ass. Just like now, as you lean further, your ass cheeks visible. I chat merrily away, drink the offered cocktails, talk of the latest round of golf I played with my chatting partner, Tony. He describes his and we decide that one day, soon, we will have a game and of course the customary little 'side wager'. My eyes spot your form, the red dress so striking against your dark skin. Your hair, shining, as it hangs down your back. You laugh at a comment made to you. I see your nipples are firm, poking the material outwards. The thrill that I have, is to know that underneath the dress, you are totally naked, naked and free. The thrill I have is I know, that under that calm exterior, under that red, clinging dress that hides your nakedness, you are sexually excited. I know that your sweet pussy is wet. I know that you know that I know. You ate the small delicate pieces, your lips, full red lips, licked after every mouthful, teasing, not just me, but anyone and everyone around you. I see eyes dropping, gazing staring at your erect nipples. You know that men, and some women too, are staring at you. You enjoy their gazes. You also know that not only is my cock hard, but other cocks are too. You certainly know how to tease. You certainly enjoy the aspect of teasing. Just as you did on our way for that weekend, the stop at the gas station, the gas attendant's eyes agog as you alighted the car to go to the bathroom. His eyes firmly on your breasts, on your nipples. Who knows, he may have had a glimpse of that sweet pussy too, who knows, only he knows. You hoped he did. How you hoped he did. We stood in a group of six. Two females, four males. We laughed, giggled told a few jokes, had more drinks. Your nipples still standing proud. I smiled as your hand brushed the front of my trousers. Yes, it was still hard. you smiled and then a subtle, but sexy wink. I knew, right there and then, what was going to happen upon the ending of the party. You had been building up to this all night. The teasing, the casual ass flashes, the hard nipples, then the soft brush of the back of your hand across my trousers. Yes, I knew and you knew that I knew too. Kirk,6 feet 5 inches tall, his blue eyes. Eyes that kept glancing at your nipples, down the front of the dress. Height does have an advantage. Even more so as you leant over to place you half empty glass on the coffee table. Even I could see your nipples as the top of the dress parted. I knew that he had a fuller view. I smiled, an inward smile as you stood back up, tossed a few peanuts into your mouth. As time drew on, the party guests left, hands shook, cheeks and lips kissed, goodbyes and thank you's said numerous times. 'You did well Laura, you did very well' I tell you as the remaining guests dwindle out of the door, leaving just Kirk, Sally, Brian and us two. We all begin the clearing up. No, we hadn't asked for their help, but we got it. I noticed that neither Brian nor Kirk's eyes were very far away from either your cleavage or from your hemline. Yes, the teasing mode was in full swing. I looked at you and smiled. So gracious, so happy. Once all was cleared away, we all sat down, a glass of brandy poured for each of us and a toast made to you for the wonderful party. Following the glass of brandy, Sally and Brian departed to one of the guest rooms, leaving you, me and Kirk to chat, to laugh and to giggle. Tiredness never came to the mind, even though it was 1.30 in the morning. How could we be tired when you are sat opposite, your legs tucked under you, the dress so high upon your dark legs. You excused yourself for the bathroom and reappeared in a change of dress. "Oh, this feels so much better" you say as you sit back down. Gone the red dress, replaced with the short light blue skirt and an almost see through blouse. had you forgotten to do the buttons up I thought to myself. As you leaned forward, the blouse opened. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was hidden from our eyes. I saw you looking at me. Were you waiting for a smile? You certainly got one Laura. A smile that said. "Petal, you look so good, so hot" And you did. Your nipples adorning your large full breasts. hard nipples, erect nipples. As you sat back, you stretched your arms over your head, your legs straightened out in front of you. Your strong thigh muscles tightened. The skirt, so short, rested just below your womanhood. I could see you, Kirk could see you too. You looked at the both of us. A smile formed on your lips. I had seen that smile before, the wicked, sexy smile. No words were said as you brought your hands down to your breasts. Kirk and I both watched as your fingers undid the remaining few buttons. We watched in total silence as you opened the blouse, slipped it off of your body. Your breasts, large and firm naked, your nipples pointing outwards, so firm. We watched as your fingers stroked your nipples, watched as you took them in your fingers, rolling them, twisting them. We watched your eyes close, heard the sigh escape your mouth as you lay back. Your legs parted. I made a move. You stopped, whispered in a voice that sounded sexy, demanding. "No, stay and watch" you said as your fingers rubbed your breasts on their way down to the zipper of the skirt. Standing, the skirt slid over your hips, down to the floor. You stood facing us. Totally naked. My eyes fell to your pussy. I smiled as I noticed that you had shaved, leaving a strip above it. I smiled as your fingers ran over your body as you sat back down. Your legs splayed wide. Your pussy lips opened as you spread your legs, further aided by your fingers. We watched, in silence, both with hard, solid cocks. Your fingers glided over your pussy lips, you moaned as the forefinger touched your clit. I could see, and so could Kirk, that your pussy was already wet, already the juices forming. We watched you take an ice cube, run it over your hard nipples. the water dribbled down your stomach. We continued to watch 'your' show, saw you insert the ice cube deep inside your wet, hot pussy. we heard you sigh as it slipped inside, the cold meeting the hot melting. We watched as your fingers slid into join the ice, moving in and out of your wet pussy, sliding in and out, the cream of your juices already coating them. My hand moves to my cock. You look. "No touching" you say as you stand and walk out, returning with two vibrators. One I knew from the past was going to invade your tight ass. Kirk moved, he like me, was getting uncomfortable fully clothed. I think you knew this. You sat back down, opposite us again. Your tongue darted out, licked the large purple vibrator. We watched as you took it deep into you mouth, you moaned, groaned as you sucked upon it. We both watched as you placed it on your nipple, turning the top, it started to hum. We watched as you stroked your nipples with the tip of the humming cock, watched as you moved it down your body. We watched as your legs opened, your lips spreading, we saw the tip enter you, then suddenly, one thrust, it sank in deep. "Ohhhhh" you moaned out loud as the full 10 inches sank inside you. "Fuckkkkkk yes" you moaned again as the speed was turned to full. Your first orgasm came so quick, so powerful. You moaned as your body tensed, as the orgasm ripped through your body. We watched as you brought the vibe to you mouth, watched you clean your juices off of it, watched as you sucked it clean before inserting it again. Raising your legs high, the vibe sank inside you. We watched as your fingers stroked your ass. I knew what was next. Reaching for the smaller, slimmer vibe, you licked the tip, the larger one hummed in your pussy, sunk to the very base of it. Opening your ass cheeks, the smaller one touched your entrance. You sighed as it slipped inside your ass. We saw, and heard, the two vibes fucking both your holes, we watched as you took hold of them both, we watched as you expertly fucked both holes. You screamed out as another orgasm hit you, ran through your body. Your whole body shuddered as you came again. Your fingers, ramming the vibes into your pussy and ass, deep and hard. The torture of sitting here was immense. Two hard cocks waiting, wanting to be plunged into your pussy and ass. You weren't finished your torment with me. Taking the vibes out of you, you lay them on the floor. You stood, walked over to us. Looking at me, your fingers rubbed your clit as you walked, your fingers squeezed your taut nipples, making them stand out even prouder. Sinking to your knees, you looked at Kirk. Your fingers stroked his thighs, moving higher and higher. Your eyes met mine, they smiled, as did your mouth. "You fucking tease" I thought to myself. I watched you fingers reach his cock, I saw you stroke it and then watched as you unzipped his pants. Your hand delved inside, your brought him out. You gasped. Big, so big and fat. I watched as your hand slid up and down his shaft, your fingers barely able to encircle it. I groaned as you lowered your head, as you opened your mouth as you took his cock inside, just the tip to start with, then lowering your mouth down, his whole length slid in. Your cheeks bulged as you sucked so heavily on his cock, your hands finding his balls. You stopped, stood. "Undress Kirk" you told him as your fingers toyed with your clit. "I want you to fuck me" you said matter of factly. You looked at me and smiled as you watched Kirk undress. We both saw his heavy balls, his thick long cock come into view. You told us both. "Bedroom" so dominant, so much in control. We, naturally, obeyed. I watch you take Kirk by the cock, leading him into our bedroom. I watched your tight ass as you walked. You guided Kirk to the bed, you told me to strip and sit upon the chair. I did as told. I at there. my cock standing proud, so hard, wanting to be touched like you were touching his, the way you were stroking his. You lay Kirk upon the bed, his thick cock in your hand. I watched as you straddled him, watched you guiding his cock into your pussy, heard you moan as his thick cock split your pussy wide. I watched as you started to lower yourself onto his cock, taking it inside your pussy inch by inch. All I could do was sit in that chair. I wanted to stroke myself, but I knew you didn't want me too. All I could do, all I was allowed to do was to sit and watch his cock sinking deeper into your pussy, watch your face, your smile as you sank deeper onto him. Watch as his big hands cupped your breasts, as his fingers took your nipples, tugged on them, twisted and turned them. You began to ride his cock, slamming your hot pussy up and down, taking him deep and hard. I saw his cock glisten with your juices as moved up and down on his cock. I saw his hands massaging your breasts, kneading them. I heard you moan "Yesss Kirk, give me all your cock baby, fill my cunt" My cock twitched, my balls ached, I was getting out of control, I needed something, I needed that cunt you were telling Kirk to fill with his monster cock. I watched and heard you cum again. I watched as you threw your head back, your long hair covering his face, you back arched as his cock rammed harder and deeper into. I saw you tight pussy being spread to the limit. The shaven pussy lips spread wide as his cock slammed into you, his tempo of sending that fat hard cock into increased. You screamed. The orgasm came, how it came, how you came. It flowed out of your pussy, down over his cock, down over his big hairy balls. You screamed out as it ran through your body, s his fingers dug harder into your breasts. "Yesss, fuck my cunt with that monster, squeeze my tits Kirk" you growled as you rode his cock so hard so fast. He quickly flung you onto the bed, roughly got you on all fours. His cock, no finesse, slammed deep into your pussy again. The force of his fucking you was intense. I watched as his hands grabbed you dark mane, pulling your head back as he slammed his hips into you, his cock, pumping in and out of your pussy. You turned you head, looked at me. "Lick my cunt baby, come and lick my cunt." I moved to the edge of the bed, slid under your body, my cock inches from your mouth, my face, inches from your pussy. I watched a close up of his cock slamming in and out of you, the force of the cock as it moved in and out. I saw his cock, smothered in your juices. I moaned as your lips touched my cock. I groaned as you lowered your mouth over my shaft, taking me deep as Kirk's cock hammered into you. I watched. "Lick me lover" you moaned as you released my cock. My tongue darted out, I licked your clit, stabbing it with my tongue. His cock, an inch from my mouth. I saw it ramming in and out of you, I felt mine being swallowed by your mouth. I sighed as you sucked it, swallowed it. He drew his long cock out to the tip, my tongue slipped inside your wet pussy, tasting your cum, tasting the juices. I watched his cock twitch then slide back in. My tongue touching your pussy and his cock. it felt smooth, you felt smooth. I gasped as your throat sucked harder on my cock. You were close again, he was close. His grunting, groaning became louder. "Yes, yes Kirk, cum into my pussy, fuck me harder, fuck my cunt harder, faster Fuckkkkkk meeee" His hips thrust, his cock violently pounded into you. My tongue, tasting both of you, licking both of you. Suddenly, powerfully, you both came. His balls bounced as his cock sank in hard. His balls bounced as his cock exploded deep into you. My tongue tasted both of you, sweet tastes, intermingling with each other. Unable to hold back, my cock too exploded, sending my juices deep into your throat. You sucked at my cock like it was your first, swallowing every last drop. His cock slipped out of your pussy, touched my lips. It felt so smooth in my mouth a I cleaned his cock, cleaned his and your juices off of him, just as you were doing that to mine, cleaning, sucking my dry. Sleep came so easy. Hostess We were cleaning up after last night's poker party when I looked over and said to my lovely wife, "You know, I am a very lucky guy." "I know that," my wife, Shelly, said as she wiped the table. Laughing, she added, "But why do you think so?" I smiled and said, "There are not many wives that would allow a man to have the guys over for poker every week, much less play hostess to them." "I like the guys, they're fun. Besides, I get to flirt with them," she said with a naughty grin. "I look forward to the party all week long." "The guys really like you, especially when you wear something sexy and I love to watch you flirt," I said with a wink. "It makes me hot!" I grabbed her and kissed her. "You do seem to get more frisky when I flirt shamelessly," she smiled. "Oh yeah, I do. As a matter of fact, I wish that you would flirt more with the guys. It really turns me on," I said, leering at her. She got very serious all of a sudden and pushed away from my embrace. Her hands were still on my arms, she looked me in the eyes, and said, "I know that you tell me and the guys that you don't mind us flirting with each other, but there is that invisible line that no one can cross. We all know that it is there; right or wrong, there is only so far a wife can go before she makes her husband jealous." "We've talked about this before. Those are other people's rules, not ours. You can go as far as you want and if I have a problem, I'll tell you, but I don't think that I will. I haven't had any problems with anything that you've done so far and I'm encouraging you to go further," I said. "You don't know how far I've gone," she said guiltily. "You know that the guys have stroked my ass and made some comments about my sitting on their laps, but sometimes when someone comes into the kitchen to help me get more snacks, I grind my ass into their crotch." I smiled and said, "Oh, how I wish that I could have watched that! That is what I'm talking about. I would love it if you would do that more often." "Well, the guys get real embarrassed when I do that and tend to withdraw from flirting. I think that they feel that they have crossed that line. I know that you have told the guys that you don't mind them flirting with me and I would love to go further, but I don't know how to cross that 'moral line.' " I started thinking and said, "We'll have to find a way to convince the guys that I like it when they flirt with you and that I would like it more if they touched you more often." She smiled broadly and said, "I love you so much, what do you have in mind?" "How about next week you put on a fashion show of your sexiest outfits; and I mean your most revealing. You can start with a T-shirt and jeans, then change into a tank top and shorts, and I'm sure we can find more. I'll tell the guys that they have not been giving you the attention that you deserve and that I enjoy. We'll see what outfits get you the most gropes," I said, laughing. "That sounds so naughty," she said and threw her arms around me. We picked out several outfits for her to prance around in: Several tank tops, each one more see-through than the previous, several thongs, one completely see-through and one with very little material. She wasn't sure about two of the outfits that I had picked out and said, "I'm not too sure if you really want me to wear these." "Why not?" I said. "They are really hot." They both had her breasts totally uncovered. "We'll see how the evening goes and if it turns out the way that we hope, then you can wear them," I said. "I'd love to wear them for the guys, I just don't want to scare them," she said, shaking her breasts at me. Every night after work we would look over the selection and comment about what might happen. We made some minor changes to the selection and the order in which she would model them. We were both anticipating Friday night. The big night finally arrived and we had concluded that, even if the evening didn't turn out how we hoped, that we'd had a lot of fun all week planning it. My wife, Shelly, commented that she didn't want to be running upstairs to change every half hour and suggested that she put the clothes in the guest bathroom and change in there. I said, "Why not change in the kitchen? No one can see you from the table." She gave me that knowing grin and said, "That's why I love you; you have such a dirty mind." She grabbed the bag of clothes and headed for the kitchen. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweat pants and an oversized T-shirt. The doorbell rang and I went to let the guys in; they all seem to arrive at the same time. Shelly joined me in welcoming the guys and each gave her a kiss on the cheek and a hug. We all sat around the table; the cards were there, and snacks. Jim asked, "What's with Shelly? I've never seen her wear so much for our poker parties. Is she sick?" "I'm glad that you noticed," I said. "Shelly is feeling a little rejected by you guys. She is a very highly sexed woman, and look at the way you guys treat her. Like a sister, you all kissed her on the cheek tonight. Shelly loves to flirt and I love it when she flirts with you guys." Bill said, "Man, she's your wife! We're not going to make moves on her. We do flirt with her, like you flirt with my wife when we get together." "Shelly's and my relationship is more open than most. I know that she would never leave me, and I love it when she can flirt. It makes our nights so much better," I said. We all laughed. Bob said, "We never meant to offend her, I mean, I love both of you. So what should we do to show her that we see her as a woman? You want us to kiss her like we mean it?" "Well, that would be a start. I mean, come on guys, don't tell me that you haven't noticed what a great set of tits she has and an ass to die for. I'm sure that you want to get your hands on her. Are you afraid that I'll get jealous? Well, I won't." Just then Shelly came out with a bottle of wine for us. Chuck stood up and put his arms around Shelly and said, "Joe was just telling us how we have been rejecting you and we're sorry. We never meant to, it's just that we didn't understand how open you are Joe were. How can we make it up to you?" He then kissed her on the lips and put his hands on her hips, pulling her close to him. "You are one hot woman and I, for one, want to make sure that you know it." "Thank you, Chuck. I have been feeling rather sisterly to you guys," Shelly said. "I don't think that any of us have ever given you a proper kiss hello when we come over here." With that, Chuck placed his lips on hers and inserted his tongue. His hand lowered and started to squeeze her butt. "Wait," said Jim as he stood. "None of us have given you a proper kiss and it's time we corrected that." "Just a second," said Shelly as she slipped out of her sweat pants, revealing a pair of very short, skintight shorts. "Okay, next?" She received a round of very passionate kisses, complete with ass massages. Whenever she came back into the room to ask if we needed anything, she got a hand on her ass along with several comments about how great she looked. Several of the guys asked her to lift her T-shirt so that they could see her shorts better. Jim asked her to bend over, which she did, laughing and wiggling her ass at him. She also insisted on a round of kisses each time she came out, "to make up for the last six months," she said. The third time she came out and asked if we needed anything, Jim said, "Yeah, I need my hand on your ass." She smiled and went over to him, gave him a kiss and stood there having her ass kneaded and said, "This is more like it, I feel lusted after!" I interrupted the banter that followed by saying, "Shelly and I have been talking about this all week and have come up with an idea to solve her dilemma. Seeing how you guys are responding to her shorts, I think that you will love it. Shelly and I have picked out several outfits for her to wear, to see which one you guys like most. Shelly, why don't you go and put on the first one?" "I'd love to," she said and walked into the kitchen saying, "you'll see me soon," and blew them a kiss. "I hope that you're going to like what I change into," she added as she vanished into the kitchen. Chuck said, "Is she going to change clothes in the kitchen?" "Yes," I said. "So, if I just got up to stretch, I could see her?" "Yes," I said. "And you don't mind?" "Hell no, I'd love it. I'm the one that suggested that she change in the kitchen," I said. With that, everyone got up and went to the entry of our kitchen. Shelly was completely naked with her back to us. She turned her head, saw us and said, "Did you guys miss me?" There were several comments about her body and how beautiful she was. Shelly put on a pair of cut off shorts that showed a lot of cheek and a tank top. She then grabbed the rest of her clothes and walked past us to the couch facing our table. She dropped her clothes on the couch and turned toward us. The tank top that she was wearing was very tight. It wasn't see-through, but it looked as if it were painted onto her. "I don't want to have to explain to your wives how you strained your necks playing poker," she said with a lusty grin, "so I'll just change out here, if that's okay with you guys." The approval was almost deafening. Shelly laughed and said, "I thought so. What do you guys think of this outfit? I think we have to do the kiss test to see if this works." She walked up to Jim and put her arms around him. He had his head down, staring at her chest. "I think that Jim likes my top," she said as Jim raised his head and gave her a very passionate kiss. His hands snaked up to her breast. My cock was getting hard and a smile was forming on my face as I watched my wife making out with another guy. They separated, but Jim left his hands on my wife's breasts, playing with her nipples. "Now, now, don't be greedy, Jim," said Shelly. "I'll be back and the evening is still young!" She was flushed as she moved over to Bob and her nipples were rock hard. Bob looked at me and I nodded, smiling. He then wasted no time in covering Shelly's breasts with his hands and leaning into her for his kiss. She finished her tour and walked back past the guys with every hand stroking her ass. She walked over to the couch and said, "Well, this outfit is a hit!" Her face was red, as was her chest as far down as we could see. She was a little breathless as she said, "Do you guys want to see the next outfit, or do you want to get back to your cards?" Once we had that vote in and tallied, Shelly turned around and removed all of her clothes. She then looked through the clothes on the couch searching for her next outfit. The guys were going crazy asking her to turn around or to bend over more. She wiggled her bare ass at them and told them that this was her party. She turned slightly with a hand over her breast to look at the guys, and smiled. Everyone asked her to move her hand. She put on a thong and a very short skirt with a loose fitting tank top that was a little more see-through than the last and would move away from her body when she bent forward. She definitely knew what she was doing as she leaned forward, shaking her beasts, and asked if the guys liked this outfit. Several of the guys said that we needed the kiss test to find out, so off she went. She started her circuit and, like before, had hands on her breasst, but this time hands under her skirt on her almost bare ass also. When she got to Bill, he put one hand on her left breast and, with his other hand, he lowered the strap of her tank top and started to kiss and suck her bare breast. She walked back with her breast exposed and flushed all the way down her torso; she took off her skirt and then turned around. The guys complained that she hadn't bent over and showed them her ass. She caught her breath, took off her top, and bent over for them. She put on another top and turned around. She was wearing a tank top that she had cut the bottom off so that it just covered her nipples, and a thong. She walked up to Chuck and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips and said, "Well?" He wasted no more time and lifted the top over her breasts and began to play with them. She placed her hands on his chest and began rubbing. This continued on down the line with hands on her ass and breasts. She went back to the couch and frowned. "You know that this isn't really fair. You guys get to see and feel my chest, but I don't get to see your naked chests. You all have to take off your shirts now." As one, the guys jumped to their feet and whipped off their T-shirts. They were all just standing there waiting for her next instruction. I have never seen my wife so powerful as she was with these guys. She could ask anything of them and they would fall all over themselves to do it. Shelly noticed as well and a smile found its way onto her face. She turned around and stripped, then said, "Do you guys want anything?" Jim and Bill asked her to turn around. She placed her hands to cover her breasts and pubes, and then turned around. "Anything else?" she asked, laughing. Bob said, "Yeah, move your hands!" "Not just yet," she said. Chuck asked for some more wine, so Shelly trotted off to the kitchen, still naked, and brought out another bottle. She placed it in front of Chuck and gave him a kiss before going back to the couch. Everyone asked her to pour the wine, but she ignored them and turned around. Several comments were made about her ass and she moved it around so that everyone got a good view. Her legs were only slightly spread. I think she knew exactly how much she was showing. She put on a thong and a sheer baby doll. She turned around and I saw that the thong was also sheer and not much material. She walked up to the line of her guys (they were not my poker buddies anymore; she owned them), and placed her hands on Jim's chest. The fondling continued until she broke off to go to Bob, who immediately put his hand between her legs. The rest of the guys followed suit and she could barely walk back to the couch. She just stripped off the clothes that she was wearing and put on the nightie that I had gotten her last month for our special night. It had a waistline just below her breasts and nothing above. The length hit her mid butt and it was intended to have panties, but she chose not to wear them. Her breasts were totally exposed as she presented them to the waiting line. She moved up to Jim and grabbed his face and brought it to hers for a deep kiss. She grabbed his hand and thrust it between her legs. We were spellbound. There was not a sound as we were all watching my wife fuck Jim's hand. She orgasmed and slumped against his chest to catch her breath before moving on to Bob and repeating the process. She staggered over to the couch after her fourth orgasm and collapsed. Chuck then recovered and said, "Damn, woman, my wife will kill me if we go any further." The rest of the guys nodded and picked up their shirts, preparing to leave. They made comments that they would 'never take her for granted again' and 'best night ever' and 'maybe we should call this "poke her." ' Everyone was laughing as they left. I went over to Shelly and said, "Well that went well, don't you think?" She laughed and said, "Too bad that the guys got scared; I just needed to catch my breath!" "There is always next week," I said. "I was hoping you would get their pants off and sit on their laps." "I've never had two guys at once and I'd like to try it," she said. "We'll have to work on the guys and see if we can't get two tag teams going for you. That was so hot tonight! Are you ready for more?" I asked. "I love you," she said, dragging me to the bedroom. Hostess When the Robert called, Diane prepared herself for the evening. After a long bath she dried, powdered, and spent the afternoon getting her make up just so. She then put on a silky white blouse and a dark skirt that didn't quite reach her knees. No underwear, no bra, per instructions. Stockings, heels, a necklace and earrings were her only other accessories. Even with the clothing it felt awkward without underwear, almost naked. She then spent some time inspecting herself in a mirror trying to tell if her breasts sagged too much and if it was noticeable through the blouse. When she checked the time she saw that she had little time to prepare the picnic basket. Instead of worrying about her appearance she forced herself to concentrate on preparations for the afternoon. She placed bottles of brandy, vodka, and whiskey in a basket and waited for the car to arrive. The limo arrived a few minutes before six. Diane checked her lipstick one last time in the mirror next to the door then left. The driver waited by the back passenger door for her, opening it as she approached. He smiled at her but she looked away, embarrassed to have someone serving her. She climbed into the long passenger cabin and pushed the basket up toward the front of the car. The wet bar was stocked with ice and glasses, enough for the evening. As the car eased forward she buried each bottle half in the ice making sure the labels all faced forward and could easily be read. When the car stopped Diane took a deep breath. She waited patiently near the front of the cabin within arms reach of the ice bin, glasses, and bottles of alcohol. The carpet on her bare knees itched, making her want to stand and scratch, but that was impossible. Inside the limo she had no other choice but to kneel, there was no room for anything else. She knew that wasn't true, she could sit on any of the seats, or even lie down across them or the floor, those were simply not choices available to her. To clear her mind she closed her eyes and repeated a phrase in her mind. "As you desire. As you desire." The door open and the businessmen entered. She lowered her gaze but counted four men, two sliding in along the bench running the length of the driver side and two in the back seats. "Very nice." One of the businessmen said. The others agreed. While Diane couldn't be certain she suspected they were commenting on her and not the car. Butterflies tumbled in her stomach. Robert cleared his throat. "Gentlemen, this is Diane our hostess. She's here to attend out every want. I'll start with a screwdriver." Diane's reply was simple, a demure, "As you desire." It was the response Robert had instructed her to say, in nearly every situation. He'd once explained that the word desire should be used by her as much as possible. She recalled vividly his hand in her hair, her head tilted back, throat exposed, as he whispered the word in her ear until she wanted to melt. "Desire, desire, desire." Robert's attention turned back to the businessmen. "Now if you don't mind, lets get started on the Highland's property." Diane blanked out the rabble of business talk as she poured vodka then orange juice into a lowball glass full of ice. To deliver the drink she had to shuffle to the back end of the car on her knees while taking care not to spill. A much more difficult task than she'd once thought, given the confines of the limo and its motion. She kept her eyes on Robert's crotch as she offered the drink. He took it without a pause in his conversation about depreciated values. It didn't take much effort to imagine what lie under the slacks, she'd had him in her mouth countless times before. Just staring there made her ache and wish the others were gone, leaving her alone with him, and his desires. Diane served drinks as the humdrum of business chatter continued. Mind blank she served drinks. Mind blank she sat on her heels. Mind blank trying not to worry if the skirt had ridden lewdly up her thighs. She waited as was expected of her. "Well, let's see her." One of them finally said. The comment made Diane feel small. She was nothing more than an object to this man. Possibly little else to the others as well. And most frightening of all, possibly merely just an object to Robert as well. Robert cleared his throat. "She's here to serve. Tell her what you want." An awkward silence descended in the cabin. Men were thinking about sex. Diane could feel it hanging in the air, all these men thinking of her, the lone woman in the car. The four of them wanted to use her creating an oppressive air in the car. "Take your top off." The man said after a long drink. It was said simply and without question, the way Diane might tell a grocery she needed her bread sliced, or espresso served with soy instead of milk. There was no question in the statement, just a simple command. "As you desire." She said, her tongue thick and dry. Reaching with trembling fingers she began unbuttoning the blouse. Aside from the steady rhythm of vehicle noises the quiet in the car was maddening. She didn't dare look up but knew all eyes were on her. The blouse parted as she undid each button. Without a pause she slipped the silky material from her shoulders feeling a ripple of goose bumps as cool air caressed her back and breasts. She folded the blouse quickly, not wanting errant creases, and set it on an unoccupied seat. Her hands went to her knees palms up. One person made a short whistle, otherwise the men were quiet. She imagined their eyes crawling across her skin, evaluating her like they might one of the properties they sold and traded. Property. She wondered if she would be more valuable than one of their buildings. "Not bad for her age." The one said. The other men broke out into argument. Some chastising his lack of taste, others agreeing. She hated him for it. It was one thing to think of being judged so basely in her mind, to hear it spoken aloud however made her flush. She really was property to these men. Diane took a deep breath, not wanting to continue with what was expected of her. She said the words anyway. "Is there anything else you desire?" A flicker of quiet. Killed once again by the same pig of a man. "Yes." He said. "Come closer." Diane exhaled and cleared her mind. The motion of the limo made walking on her knees difficult so she leaned forward on hands and knees. She crawled to him, although in her mind it wasn't really crawling, it was simply the reality of the circumstances, being inside such confining quarters. As he continued talking about real estate He spread his knees apart in anticipation. When she was close she tried to rise up on her knees but he reached out and placed a hand on the back of her neck. Struggling in a half rising half held down pose her hands went to his knees. She relaxed back into her bent position as he pulled her face to him. Knowing exactly what was expected she squeezed his knees and pressed her face to his crotch. She was Robert's property. His to use, to keep, or to give away as he wished. He chose to share her tonight and she knew it would dishonor his ownership if she didn't provide for his chosen guests as she did for him. She imagined the repulsive creature she held was him, her owner. With closed eyes, and the mental image of Robert watching, she glided her hands up along thighs and began working at the zipper. In time she imagined Robert would someday value her so greatly he would keep her all for himself. Until that day however there was nothing she could do but prove her devotion to him. Prove it through unquestioning use. She worked the man's cock out and sucked it into her mouth. Eyes still closed she imagined it was Robert's, that she was pleasing him. And in a way, she thought, she was doing exactly that through this surrogate. Showing Robert exactly how she'd take care of him were it his prick inside her. As the stranger's cock filled her mouth she slipped into what felt almost like a meditative trance. Her fingers delicately stroked the underside of his dick, squeezing it firmly as her mouth descended on it. She pressed down letting it touch the back of her throat then pulled away sucking. Far off she heard a groan, and distant chuckles. She was in another place, her mind, hands, and mouth focused only on giving the man in her as much pleasure as possible. The carpet burning her knees, her tits exposed and hanging, the crude comments from the other men all faded away. She existed for only the task at hand, throwing every once of her being into it. In the motion of the car she found her rhythm. Her head descending, fingers squeezing, lips locking in a tight seal to suck as she withdrew. Again and again, slowly, languidly. This was how it was with Robert. She could almost imagine them together in bed, her performing the same task to please him. Diane felt the hand on the back of her neck press as she went down on him. Once his cock touched the back of her throat she tried to reverse direction, but the hand was firm, pressing on her. There was a moment of panic as she gagged but she fought it off. That would ruin Robert's moment, prove that although she said she would do anything for him she wasn't truly able. And so she choked, only for a moment, a long eternity of a moment. Her stomach convulsed but she fought it off and his cock was sliding out of her mouth again allowing her to breath. She renewed stroking him with her hand, pleasing him with each stroke as she drew in air and prepared to choke again. This too soon became meditative. She lost herself in it almost as if she were beside herself, looking down on another girl gagging on cock. As the business talk continued around her the man in her mouth grunted. She knew he was finishing and prepared herself. Soon enough his body tensed, both of his hands clutched at her hair, and he stabbed himself as deep as possible into her. She focused on sucking him dry knowing that if any of the foul briny fluids were to leak from her mouth Robert would be disappointed. She rode him with her mouth desperate to ensure that not a single drop escaped. When he relaxed she knew she was finished with him. He pushed her away and stuffed himself back in his slacks. "Is there anything else anyone desires?" She asked, still on hands and knees. She didn't dare look up. She couldn't bare the thought of seeing Robert's face while another man's scent filled her mouth. "Yes here." Robert said. She stiffened, wondering if she'd done something wrong. Usually he waited until everyone else had been served. "Well?" He demanded. "As you desire." She whispered as she crawled to him. And this time it was crawling, she was belonged beneath him, lower than him, under him. As she pulled him from his trousers she yearned for him to sweep her up, take her on his lap with her arms around his neck as she stared into his face. She wanted nothing more than for him to show these others how she was supposed to be used. Instead she kept her eyes closed and wrapped her lips around him. A hand touched her thigh, tracing its way up her stockinged leg. She moaned around Robert's cock as the hand touched her cunt. The fingers roughly explored her, then the owner announced that she was soaking wet. The shame of it made her die inside. That wetness was for Robert, not these others. It was a crude thing for that to be shared so commonly. She hated them for it. And she hated Robert for sharing her. Then the guilt set in. It was more shameful for her to hate him than for others to announce how she ached for him. In repentance she sucked harder, gripped him more tightly, worshipped him completely. His hands wound their way in fistfuls of hair, as they should. Her skirt was pulled up, flipped up over her waist exposing her to the others. They appreciated her lack of panties and commented on it loudly. More clinking glasses, a high five, she hated them. Still, she kept her knees parted as expected, enduring their comments about her neatly trimmed muff. One of the men slipped off the seat behind her. She felt him waddle up, a metallic sound as he unfastened his belt. She redoubled her effort on Robert, as if focusing on the cock in her mouth would make her forget everything else. She felt the man behind her press his burning cock between her cheeks, even though it felt as if it were happening to someone else. She was sucking Robert's cock, and that was all that mattered in the world. Her grunt as the man behind her entered surprised her. Robert gripped her hair harder making her moan yet again. She tried to ignore the man behind her but her body simply wouldn't allow it. Speared on the two cocks she was thrust back and forth between the them, riding waves of revulsion and pleasure. All talk stopped as she became the focus of every attention. The other men not wanting to be left out touched her, one mauling her breasts, the other running fingers through trimmed thatch down below. It was simply too much. All the sensations, all the hands, cocks, mouths, she lost herself in it. Her body battered and used, bucked as if controlled by another person altogether. She slipped away to a small dark space, a tiny light surrounded by warm fleshy sensations. Far, far away, she heard herself moaning, gasping, and then crying out. Hands held her down as bodies continued to use her. She spun out of control her heart fluttering as light exploded spiraling her away to float among the clouds. When she returned she found herself lying on her back on the carpeted floor, her skirt wrapped around her waist leaving her exposed, her skin slick and sticky. Her cunt ached. But in a delicious way that caused her to flush in shame. What woman does this? What woman in her right mind could feel so full, so content, after being used so basely? She kept her eyes closed as the car travelled onward and the men finished their business deals. As the conversation wound down Robert announced they'd be finishing the trip in a few moments. Hand were shook, thank you's offered to Robert for his hospitality. And Diane, without looking at any of the men rose on her knees and pulled her skirt down. Her blouse seemed unwrinkled as she buttoned it up. It took monumental effort not to sneak a glance as Robert chatted casually with the others. The car stopped and she glanced up just once as Robert exited. Busy still in his conversation with the others, he never saw her look. One of the men thanked her, but the stinging pain at the back of her throat prevented her from answering. Outside the smoked windows Robert shook their hands and sent them happily on their ways as the driver stood by. Diane sat on her knees wondering what more she could have done to please him. When the door opened again her heart skipped a beat. Robert leaned in and she looked up making eye contact. He smiled and she felt exhilaration. "Don't forget to take care of the driver." He said. She could only sit and stare blankly as the driver climbed into the cabin and shut the door. Through the dark window Robert walked off to his car and Diane's fingers moved up to the top button of her blouse.