Gay Erotic Stories

Phillip did as I'd instructed him. He didn't hesitate when I told him to clean Kyle's cock, sucking it clean from the remnants of our fuck session. I stood outside the car, having slipped my dress back on, with nothing else underneath, and watched as my husband sucked my lover's cock with an expertise I didn't know he possessed. Kyle's hard dick responded to Phillip's mouth, and was soon at its full length and width. I started to interrupt my husband, to take his place sucking the young hitchhiker, when suddenly another desire overtook me. Reaching into my purse, I extracted the control box for the two vibrating toys attached to Phillip's body. I slowly turned the dial for the ring attached to his cock. He stopped sucking Kyle for a moment, as if caught in a sudden thought. Then his mouth went back to work, sucking, and licking, the young man's cock with renewed vigor. Kyle continued to lie prone on the back seat of the car, his legs spread open, his marvelous sack of balls hanging over the leather upholstery. Phillip was stroking the young stranger's cock with his right hand, while cupping the boy's balls with the other. And all the while, his head was bobbing up and down sucking as much teen-age cock into his mouth as he could. And I helped by turning up the speed on the cock ring. The butt plug was a temptation, but I didn't want Phillip to come yet, and I knew his limits. The whole scene seemed so unreal as we conducted this little experiment in humiliation on the side of the interstate, not twenty-five miles from Dallas. Kyle's balls started to contract and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before he would shoot his hot white seed out of that adorable cock. Phillip knew it, too. He started to pull his mouth off the young dick. I could sense he was going to let Kyle shoot into the air. For a brief second, I anticipated seeing the boy shoot his load across the space between the back seat and the driveway. Then I reconsidered. "Phillip, put it back in your mouth. Now!" He didn't hesitate. He seemed to have expected the order. The whole purpose of this weekend was to give him a taste of what it was like to be me. And I'd tasted many a man's come at Phillip's direction. So now, he would taste one at mine. "Suck him, baby. I want him to explode in your mouth. I want you to swallow every drop." Kyle started to buckle on the seat. His hips were pushing against Phillip's head, trying to sink deeper into my husband's mouth. And he was coming! I could see him convulsing, spurting his load into my husband's mouth, and I could see my husband swallowing every spurt! I wish I'd had a camera. It was over soon, and Kyle's cock started to grow soft even though my husband's mouth was still attached to it. Phillip was suckling softly now, almost tenderly. I was impressed with his style, but also flattered. It was the same thing I do when I've sucked the life out of a hard dick. My husband had watched me suck his and others often enough to know what to do after a man has come. He did very well. Kyle dressed. I started to drop the remote control device back into my purse when I realized it was still on, though set on the lowest level. I twisted the knob one more time to max and left it for about three seconds. Phillip, who was walking back to the driver's side of the car, fell to his knees in surprise, and I turned it off completely. He recovered, and looked at me surprisingly, as if wondering why I had done that. I was impressed with the power I held in my hands. To bring a man like my husband to his knees with the twist of a remote control dial, well, I was on to something here. And it was only Friday night! The next few miles into Dallas were uneventful. I stayed in the back seat with Kyle while Phillip drove in silence. I played with the boy's cock a little, but the workout from Phillip's mouth, following so quickly after the royal fucking I had laid on him, rendered his cock useless for all practical purposes. My only interest in it, for that matter, was to constantly arouse my husband, as he stole glances into the rear view mirror, and watched as my hand touched and stroked the stranger's cock. When we arrived at the cut-off for Fort Worth, Phillip pulled the car to the side of the road. "I'm sorry I gotta get off here, ma'am. I guess I could go to Dallas with you'all and spend the night if you want." "That's very sweet of you, Kyle, but we'll be just fine." With that, I signaled Phillip to drive on, and soon the unexpected fuck was left far behind. He'd be a memory from now on; one that I was sure would excite both my husband and me. I could almost hear myself whispering to Phillip in later months, and years, "Remember when you sucked that boy's hard cock on the side of I-20? Remember when he shot in your mouth?" And when I will do that, I'm sure I'll trigger the response I need, he needs. Phillip does that with me a lot. Just as I'm about to come, he'll tell me something like, "You look like you did the night you fucked the waiter in the kitchen of that roadside café. Remember that?" And that sudden rush of memory will always push me over the edge. As we approached the city lights of Dallas, Phillip asked me, "Where to?" "I haven't spoken to you, have I?" "No," he replied, but I was just wondering where you want me to..." "You know the rules, Phillip. Do not speak to me until I speak to you. You will have to receive a punishment for that!" He was silent. "I said you will have to be punished. Answer me." "Yes." "Yes, what?" There was a moment of silence, then a very soft, almost contrite voice said, "Yes Ma'am." He could not see me smile in the back seat. He could not see me smile and he could not see me reach into my purse and withdraw the control to the plug attached to his ass. But his ass could feel it, as the plug started to move in is rectum like a giant thumb suddenly starting to vibrate. "That is not your punishment, only a reminder. You will remember who is in charge this weekend." His reply was swift in coming. "Yes Ma'am." "Take me to the Hilton on 635." "Yes, Ma'am." Phillip stood behind me while I checked in. He was quiet and respectful. The young man who checked us in was a foreigner, dark hair, and black eyes. And I imagined him uncircumcised. I was already thinking about cocks, again. He asked me if I was alone. "No, he is with me." I pointed to Phillip. There must have been something about the way Phillip was standing so submissively that piqued the interest of the young man. Without meaning to, he stumbled into the realm of questioning a desk clerk never ventures into. "Your husband?" "No. My slave." I'm sure the young man was surprised by my response, but if he was, he didn't indicate it. His only reply was "Nice choice." He rang the bell and another young man approached the desk. Handing him a key, he said, "Take Ms. Blaine's luggage to her room. She's in the Balfour Suite." Then he looked back at me and said, "I've taken the liberty of changing your accommodations. I think you'll find the Balfour Suite to be more to your liking. My name is Jabar. I'm on duty until 11. If you need anything before, or after that, please call me. I'll handle it personally." I walked away from the desk, following the bellman. I knew what Jabar meant, and before this night was over, I was confident I'd know a great deal more about Jabar, himself. The room was exquisite! It was comprised of two bedrooms, separated by a living room, off of which there was a dining room and a balcony. There were two baths, one small one off the living room, and a huge one off the main bedroom. The tub in the large bath was big enough for six grown men... and one small lady. The room had a toilet and a bidet, as well as a walk-in shower, again large enough to need three showerheads. And the bedroom boasted a gigantic bed. It was at least a half size larger than a king size, and must have been three feet off the ground, and it had six posts holding up a canopy top! Talk about a playground! The bellman left while I was still taking in the room. I was so impressed that I dropped my character for just a moment. "Can you fucking believe this room, Phillip?" "No, ma'am, I cannot." His tone of voice and his choice of words jolted me back to the reality of what I was doing here, and who I was. I resumed at once my controlling tone of voice. Looking at my husband, I took back control in one word. "Strip!" He immediately began to undress. I don't really know why I told him that, except that I couldn't think of anything else to tell him at the moment. Besides, I do love looking at his firm cock as it sways between his legs. He has huge balls, and they hang down, below his cock! So what the hell, why not have him naked? I walked over to the phone, and I dialed room service. Placing an order for a bottle of champagne, and a cheese dish, I replaced the phone and looked at Phillip, who was by this time standing totally naked, amid a pile of rumpled clothing. His cock ring was in place. I told him to turn around. His butt plug was still digging into his ass. I walked over to him, and with his back toward me, slipped out of my dress. I rubbed against his ass, raking my blood red fingernails across the taunt skin of his buttocks. I licked his back and stood on my tiptoes to reach his neck. Licking the skin on the back of his neck, I reached my hands around to his chest and ran my nails across his nipples, now already hardened by my attentions. "Did you watch me suck that boy's cock in the car?" "Yes, ma'am." "Did you watch his cock slide in and out of my mouth?" "Yes, ma'am." "His dick was so hot, Phillip. I sucked his dick and moved my tongue up and down the shaft of this manhood while I knew you watched me from the front seat." "Yes, ma'am." "And I ran my tongue into his asshole. I tasted his ass with the mouth you kiss. Did you see me suck his asshole?" "Yes, ma'am." "And did you see him spurt his come into my mouth, Phillip? Did you see the young stranger come in your wife's mouth?" Yes, ma'am." "He tastes so good. I sucked his cock till he came in my mouth, and then swallowed it all. His come was so good in my mouth. Did you see me swallow his come, Phillip?" "Yes, ma'am." "And did I seem like a whore doing that? Did your sweet little Karen seem like a whore for that boy? Nice girls don't suck off strangers, do they? But I did. I sucked him and then fucked him. And you watched it all, didn't you, baby?" "Yes, ma'am." I reached down around his waist. My hands felt Phillip's hard cock sticking straight out. Reaching past the cock ring, I started slowly to jack Phillip's dick in my hands. Still twisting and pulling on his dick, I could feel the heat building in it as I resumed my verbal teasing. "His dick was all the way up my pussy, you know. He fucked me like a sailor fucks a whore. He treated your wife like she was a cheap slut while you drove him around. He fucked me and you let him, didn't you, Phillip?" "Yes, ma'am." "And you enjoyed watching his cock saw in and out of my pussy, didn't you? You wanted to see my pussy suck in his hard meat. You wanted to see my nipples get stiff while his dick was pounding away at my pussy, his cock was moving in and out of your wife's twat!" "Yes ma'am." "You want to come now, don't you, Phillip? You want to come on my hands as I stroke your hot cock. Or maybe you'd like me to come around in front of you and knell in front of your dick and suck it into my mouth and let you come like Kyle did. He came in my mouth and you want to come there, also. Don't you? "Yes, Ma'am." I was jerking his cock faster now, and Phillip's breath was coming faster. He was close to coming. I started to say the thing that I knew would put him over the edge when someone knocked on the door. I dropped my hand from his dick. The frustration level he experienced was obviously higher than he'd ever had before. Stooping down, I gathered my dress, and his clothes, and walked toward the bathroom door. Stopping at the door, I turned back and looked at Phillip standing there, his cock harder than I'd ever remembered it being, and just seconds away from cumming all over my hand. His cock ring was tightly attached and from the looks of things, pinching the hell out of his dick. And I had his clothing in my hands. As I entered the bathroom, I stopped and ordered him, "Open the door. Now!" I waited inside the bathroom to see what Phillip would do. I'd left him no clothing, nothing to cover himself up with. And room service was outside the door. He walked to the door and looked out the peephole. Then he looked back at the door to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, he turned the doorknob and opened the door. On the other side was not the room service waiter I'd expected. Instead, Phillip was standing naked in front of the man from the front desk, the man who had checked us into the room. The tall, dark Arab that had given us this suite walked past Phillip and into the room. He commanded Phillip, "Please tell Mrs. Blaine that Jabar is here to see her." Phillip acted as if he always opened hotel doors naked and turned toward the bedroom. I had heard the entire exchange. When he came to the bathroom door, he knocked. I opened and said nothing. I was wearing a terry cloth robe. Phillip stood in front of me, his cock still hard from my recent hand job, and waited for me to speak. Finally, I said, "Yes?" "You have someone to see you, ma'am." "Thank you. Stand here until I call for you." "Yes, ma'am." I walked out of the bath, through the bedroom and into the living area. I knew the clerk from downstairs would be up to see me, but I didn't expect his so soon. I had slipped my shoes back on, but other than the robe, which was very thick, I was naked. My pussy was already slick from the episode of playing with Phillip's cock, and now my own desires were starting to build. I didn't have a plan, but was open to anything that might develop. "How nice to see you, Mr. Jabar." "The pleasure, Madam, is mine." He took my hand and lifted it toward his lips. The kiss he placed there was almost nonexistent, yet it had the same effect as if he'd kissed me squarely on my clit. I waited for him to speak. "I wanted to see if there was anything you needed, if I could be of any assistance to you in any way." "How kind of you, but as you can see, I am quite comfortable. Perhaps I will have need of you a bit later in the evening." He reached into his coat and withdrew a small card. On it was a hand-written telephone number. "My private phone line. Please don't hesitate to call me if there is anything I can do for you. Anything!" "Well, there is one thing I may need." Turning toward the bedroom, I call out Phillip's name. He was there without hesitation, and he was still naked. His cock would rock hard, though, and you could easily have hung a wet bath towel on it. "Phillip, please bring me my purse." The purse was on the table in the dining area. I could have gotten it myself, but I wanted Phillip there for what would soon be obvious reasons. Reaching into my purse, I extracted the small remote control device. I then looked at Phillip. His eyes were begging me not to do it. But, girls will be girls, and I couldn't help myself. "I think the batteries are starting to run down on this control. Do you think you might have any in the gift shop downstairs?" With that I handed the control to Jabar. He didn't have a clue what the machine was for, and turned it over several times looking at it. "I'm sure we have something that will suffice. What is this device?" "Oh, excuse me. I didn't realize you'd not know what it is. It's a remote control. See. You turn it on here, and adjust the vibrations with this dial. As I turn it on, Phillip's cock started to move, as if it had a life of its own. And as I increased the dials level, it soon became obvious that the control was moving his cock with some force. Jabar did not notice Phillip's discomfort, as his back was to Phillip's front. To his credit, my husband didn't move from the spot he was on, though it was obvious to me that his knees were about to buckle out form under him. I turned the dial off. By now, however, my husband's cock was sticking straight out, and jutting toward the ceiling. I really wanted that hard dick in my mouth, but company always comes first, at least that's what my mom told me. "I'll check on the batteries right now. Is there anything else you'll require? "Well, if it isn't too much trouble, I probably need some kind of lubricant, you know, KY jelly or something of that nature.' If this surprised Jabar, he didn't show it. "Of course. I'll be back in ten minutes." He took my hand and kissed it again, and without looking back at my husband, left the room. Phillip stood there, saying nothing, only looking at the control in my hand. I walked over to him, and ran my hand the length of his rock hard cock. "My, but you are a good little boy! I think that deserves a kiss. Letting my robe fall open, I fell to my knees and pulled his cock toward my mouth. I knew there is just so much teasing a man can stand, and Phillip had reached his outer limits. Without any other preliminaries, I sucked his dick into my mouth and started to give him a first class blowjob. Phillip likes to feel a woman's mouth while she's sucking him, so I did nothing to protect his cock from my teeth. I raked his hardened dick across them, biting down on his fat cock as I did. My hand squeezed his balls, first gently and then harder. My other hand reached the switch on the control box and started the butt plug vibrating. It was all over at that point. His hard cock couldn't stand any more teasing. I felt his hand reach behind my head, as if steadying it for what was about to happen. I flicked the other switch, and felt his dick start to jump around in my mouth. The vibrations from his cock ring and his butt plug were too much for my husband, and within seconds, his seed was spilling into my willing mouth, and then overflowing, down my chin and unto my breasts. And he kept coming! Without losing my sucking momentum, I increased the speed on both vibrators, and he started coming a second time, this time more like a stream than spurts. His come flowed out of him as if I'd cut an artery, and come was flowing instead of blood! I finally had to pull my head back and let his cock drop a few inches. Now he was shooting his hot come across my chest and puddles were gathering on the floor between us. "My, but you really did have to cum, didn't you, baby?" "Yes, ma'am," was all he said. I left him standing there and headed for the shower. But the bath did look soooo inviting. I started the faucets running and poured in the bubble bath the hotel had provided. While I waited for the tub to fill, I examined myself in the mirror, which covered the entire opposite wall. We women are so vain! But, I must admit, I did still make a startling figure. My breasts are larger than most and still stand outright without support. My nipples have gotten a bit darker over the years, but somehow, they also seem to have gotten larger! And as usual, they were hard. Turning sideways, I noticed that the cheeks of my ass were still firm, as was the flatness of my stomach. All things considered, for a girl of thirty-four, I wasn't all that bad. I'd kept my weight down to 110 pounds, and a five foot, five inches, that's about ideal. Okay, I'd pass inspection! And at the rate this night was going, I planned to get a lot of inspection! The tub was filled, and stepping into the warmth of the water, I was immediately seduced. I heard someone knocking at the suite's door, and heard Phillip open it. I could hear voices, but not make them out. But the tinkling sound of glasses told me the champagne had arrived. A few minutes later there was a knock on the bathroom door. Thinking it was Phillip, I told him to come in. It wasn't Phillip. It was Jabar. Too his chagrin, the bubbles and the water provided me with a perfect blanket under which to conceal my charms. "Come in, Jabar. I didn't expect you so quickly." In his hand was a glass of champagne. He set in on the side of the tub, about 12 inches from where my arm was resting. I did not miss the subtly of that action. If I wanted a drink, I would have to sit up and reach for it; an action certainly designed to expose my body to the eyes of this tall dark Arab. "I brought the things you requested, Madam." He spoke to me as if I was in a hotel lobby, fully dressed, not in my bathtub, naked as could be. His eyes were dark, almost brooding, and I could see he had more than hotel service on his mind. "Do you treat all your guests so well?" "No, Madam, only the ones who bring slaves with them." I liked his answer. He was telling me he knew the game I was playing, and wanted to play as well. I continued our sexually charged conversation. "And are you one who likes to be a slave?" "No, Madam. I am more the master type." Without breaking my eye contact, I called out for my husband. He came instantly. "Phillip, Jabar is without drink. Get him one." "Yes, ma'am." "And, Phillip, get one for yourself as well." When he turned to leave, Jabar stopped him. "Did you not hear your mistress? Answer her!" Phillip froze. I didn't know how'd he react to a stranger speaking to him like this. I needn't have worried. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry. Mistress, thank you so very much." "I will punish you for that later, Phillip." I spoke softly, and the idea of punishment made his still naked cock twitch. I waited until my husband returned with the two other glasses and when both men had drinks in their hands, I sat up in the tub and reached for mine. Both men had their eyes riveted to my breasts, which had now moved out of the water and into plain view. Small patches of bubbles clung to them, but not enough to obstruct them from the eyes of the two men starring at them. Jabar was sitting closest to me. He reached over and with one finger removed the patch of bubbles covering my left nipple. As his finger touched my hardened nip, a shudder went through me, and pierced my pussy, causing a feeling as real as if he'd taken his hand and stroked my cunt! Phillip said and did nothing. He only watched. The three of us looked at each other, and finally, Jabar made a toast. "To friends, new and old. To slaves, shy and bold!" With that, all three drained our glasses. Jabar stood up. "I'll get refills." "No. Let me." With that, I stood up and stepped out of the bath. Now, naked before both men, I started to reach for a towel. Jabar was quicker than I was. Taking the towel I had started to reach for, he opened it up and started to dry my wet, sudsy body. I stood there as this stranger touched every rounded inch of my skin, patting me dry, and letting his hands trail after the spot the towel had just been. He was feeling me as he dried me, and I knew the area between my legs would be the wettest place of all. And when he reached that spot, I opened my legs, giving his access to the area he wanted next. After he'd toweled me dry, he let the towel fall to the floor, and without moving from the spot he was in, replaced the towel with his hand. He rubbed his dark skinned hand across my stomach, down the length of my abdomen, and finally, into the thin patch of pubic hair just above my pussy. His middle finger found my clit, and without ceremony, he began to rub little circles around it. Then, while I stood there, just two feet from my husband, this stranger caught my clit between his forefinger and his thumb, and began to play with it like other men play with my nipples. He twirled it around, tugged on it, and ran his fingernail over it. I was on fire! "Somehow, Mrs. Blaine, I don't feel I am getting you dry." He removed his fingers from my clitoris. The entire scene seemed so erotic. There I was, standing naked in a hotel bathroom, my husband an arms length away, also naked, save for a butt plug and a cock ring, and a fully dressed room clerk was massaging my clitoris, and remarking about the wetness of my cunt. And all the while, he was calling me by my married name, Mrs. Blaine. I didn't know what to say or do, but I certainly knew what I wanted! "Let's go into the bedroom. Perhaps, I need to be blow dried." Within seconds, I was flat on my back on the massive bed, with a handsome stranger breathing hotly on my naked pussy, as my husband looked on. "Phillip", I continued, "please help Mr. Jabar undress." "Yes, Ma'am." With that, Phillip began to unbutton Jabar's shirt, but Jabar motioned him away. "I prefer to do this myself, madam." He stood up, now looking down on my naked form, and began to undo his tie. He relaxed the knot, and then took off his jacket. Handing the clothing he'd removed to Phillip, and never taking his eyes off mine, he undid the cuffs of his shirt. Then the buttons across the front. Button by button, I watched his chest appear. It was a veritable forest of dark curly hair. Few things turn me on more than a hairy chest. He pulled the white shirt out of his pants, and removed it completely. He handed it to Phillip, who, with remarkable calmness, proceeded to hang it in the closet. One leg at a time, he lifted his feet and removed his wing tipped shoes. Then his socks. He stood there with muscles rippling across his chest, bare footed, wearing only his trousers. I watched as he undid the belt, opened the zipper and stepped out of his pants. I could see the bulge in his underwear! I almost panicked. If his cock was anywhere near the size of what I was seeing through his BVD's, I was in for the fuck of my life. hooking his thumbs in the waistband, he started to pull them down. "Wait", I said. "Please allow my husband to remove those for you." I couldn't help but think of how humiliating that would be to Phillip, to remove the underwear of a man who was about to fuck his wife. And humiliation makes Phillip's cock grow. Before he could protest, Phillip was behind him, his hands on the stranger's underpants. "Not with your hands, Phillip. Don't be rude. Use your mouth." "Yes, ma'am." He fell to his knees, and with his teeth, my husband pulled the other man's underwear down, over his ass cheeks, and down his legs. And as Jabar's cock came into view, Phillip had a first hand look at the dick that was about to fuck his wife. His face was less than an inch away from the cock that would soon be pumping into his wife's pussy. I wanted Phillip to get a good look. I started to order him to kiss the other man's cock, but I must confess, I was too hot to want to share it. I wanted that monster in my pussy, in my mouth. And Phillip was taking much to long getting it undressed for me. I reached up and felt the hardening shaft with my hand. I love the feel of a cock head! The contrast between the velvet smoothness of it, and the curly hair that surrounds it always excites me. As I pulled on Jabar's cock, I pulled him closer to me, closer to my mouth. Phillip was still on his knees, only inches away from my mouth. He had the best seat in the house as he watched the desk clerk's cock disappear into the hot cavern of my mouth. He could see my red lips wrap around another man's dick, and my saliva making that dick slick and wet. As Jabar's cock sank deeper and deeper into my other hole, my other cunt, I looked Phillip right in the eye. I couldn't talk, and I'm sure neither could Phillip! I sucked the other man's cock, now better than half way into my mouth, while my hands ran across the underside of his body. I held Jabar's balls in my hands, gently kneading them, pulling on them. While Phillip stayed riveted to the prime seat he had, my hands went up between the other man's legs, and my nails raked across the bottom side of his ass cheeks. Phillip watched my fingers play across the strangers ass, and watched as I touched the ass hole of this new player. I took my hand away from the man's ass, and moved it toward Phillip's mouth. He knew what I needed. He took my middle finger into his mouth, wetting it for me. I then withdrew it from my husband's mouth, and placed it back on Jabar's ass. Slowly, I fingered the man's asshole, while he crammed his cock into my mouth. And slowly I let my fingers slip inside his ass, pushing, twisting, all the while accepting more and more of his hard dick into my mouth! Almost in tandem, as his cock slipped deeper into my throat, my finger slipped deeper into his ass hole. I was already up to the second knuckle, when I felt his ass tighten around my finger. I knew what that meant. He was going to shoot his wad. For the third time that night, I was going to feel a cock erupt in my mouth, for the third time with as many men, I would have come dripping from my tongue, for my lips. My husband watched as this stranger pumped his load of hot cream into my mouth. I let Jabar pump squirt after squirt down my throat. Not until he was almost drained did I stop swallowing his come and begin to just hold it in my mouth. Phillip saw what I was doing. I couldn't see his cock, but I was sure it was pouring come out onto the floor. Poor baby, I thought. He's lost all his cum. Well, I've got extra. I let Jabar's cock slip from my mouth, and leaned the distance between where I was and where my husband was still sitting. Reaching my mouth to his, I kissed Phillip fully on the mouth. And when I did, we both opened our mouths so our tongues could play together, and so I could give my husband a taste of what I'd just had. I transferred a mouthful of Jabar's cum from my mouth to Phillip's, and he never batted an eye. He only swallowed, and ran his tongue inside my cheeks, looking for more! When I finally broke the kiss and started to pull back on the bed I glanced at the floor in front of my husband. I had been right. There was a puddle of cum. He'd gotten off while I was sucking the stranger's cock. He'd come watching another man come in his wife's mouth. Both men were satisfied. Phillip had come without my touching his cock. Jabar had splashed his huge load sown my throat. And I still hadn't gotten mine yet. And worse, looking at the two flaccid dicks in the room, I knew neither man would be in any condition to give me what I needed now. Neither spoke, both were sheepish about how quickly they'd come, nor nothing is less useful to a hot woman than soft dicks. "I see you boys didn't think about what I'd need, did you?" Phillip didn't speak. Jabar looked at his watch. I could have predicted what he'd say next. "I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Blaine, but I must go. I need to get back to the front desk." I threw my legs over the side of the bed and walked over to the phone. I dialed room service. "This is Mrs. Blaine in Room 1642. I need another bottle of champagne. And be quick about it!" Hanging up the phone, I turned to the two men, Phillip still naked, Jabar getting dressed as quickly as possible. Fuck! What useless pricks! Well, no sense crying over spilled cum. The night was still young, and so was I. "I can come back later, if you'd like, Mrs. Blaine." "Thanks, Jabar, but I only give a man one chance to make me come, and you've had yours." He was mortified that I was so direct. I don't know what came over me, but suddenly I felt like a real bitch. Both these men had let me down. Jabar had an excuse. He had just become too excited. I could understand that. After all, many men wouldn't have been able to keep a hard on with a woman's husband just inches away from his cock while the wife sucked him off. But Phillip didn't have any excuse at all. I hadn't touched him. I'm sure he was excited watching Jabar's cock fucking my mouth, and I suppose given the situation, most men would have had a hard time keeping their cookies intact, but Phillip has seen me do this hundreds of times. He'd seen more men fuck me that he could count. And he knew that after I suck a man off, I need a hard cock in my cunt! I went back to the bathroom, leaving these two wimps to themselves. Tying my hair back to keep it dry, I stepped into the shower. It was almost 10:30. I wanted to get dressed and go out. I knew I'd find a hard dick somewhere in Dallas, but I couldn't count on the two in the bedroom. There was a knock on the bathroom door. I ignored the first knock. A few seconds later, I heard the second. "Who is it?" "Me." Phillip said. I wasn't really mad at him, but part of the fun this weekend revolved around keeping him guessing. "What do you want," I asked. "May I talk to you, ma'am?" I couldn't stay mad. He was trying so hard to please me. "Come in." He was still naked. His dick flopped against his leg. His cock ring was still in place, as was his butt plug. Damn, the man is hung! But still, it was soft, and I knew he couldn't fuck me right now. Regaining my composure, I spoke to him. "What do you want?" "I'm sorry about coming so soon. I don't know what came over me. I got so excited seeing you suck that guy's cock, and watching you work your finger inside his ass..." "I know, sweetie, but you've got to get a grip on yourself. You know how badly I need to be fucked after giving a blowjob like that. You've seen me suck hundreds of guys, and each time, what do I need right afterward? Huh? What do I need?" "You need to be fucked." "That's right. And if you'd been able to keep your dick straight, you could have been the one to fuck me. In front of him! What a rush that would have been for you...but no, you only thought of that moment, that exact moment. Honestly, Phillip, I sometimes wonder what you must be thinking?" "I know. Is there anything else I could do to make it up to you, right now?" I knew where this was going. Phillip's tongue brings me more pleasure than most men's dicks. I stepped out of the shower, and started to reach for a towel. Phillip was quicker than me, and before I knew it, he was gently patting me dry. I stood there, watching him in the mirror. He had dropped to his knees as he dried my feet. The scene was very erotic. As he began to straighten up, I reached my hands down and put them on the back of his head. I didn't need to use any pressure. He knew what I wanted. His head came up to my pussy, his tongue reached out and licked my pubes. Leaning against the wall, I opened my legs enough to give Phillip better access to my cunny. He didn't need an invitation. His mouth clamped over my clitoris and started to suck it gently with his lips. I have a very pronounced clit. When I'm excited, it pushes past the outer lips of my pussy, and sticks straight out. Phillip knows how to arouse me to my fullest. Without moving his mouth off my cunt, he reached his arms up my torso, and found my melon-sized breasts. While his tongue whipped my clit back and forth, his fingers rolled my bullet nipples after a fashion of someone feeling fine silk. I felt my body tighten as his skilled technique started to build the fires in my cunt higher and hotter. And I watched every movement in the wall sized mirror. I spread my legs further apart, and he moved his head between them. He was eating my pussy in earnest now, not stopping to give me a change to tell him to stop. As if that were an option! I knew I was going to come! Yeah. Oh, baby! I knew it was about to happen. Phillip had moved his left arm away from my tits and was rubbing my ass while he pressed his mouth into my pussy. I wanted to feel his fingers in my ass hole. I didn't tell him. I didn't have to. He knew what to do. Phillip has watched me get fucked often enough to know what I need, when I need it. Oh, fuck! I needed a cock. And I mentally kicked myself for having sent Jabar away. I wasted a perfectly good dick because I'd been impatient. Thinking about the dark Arab's throbbing prick as it had pierced my mouth, I remembered the way he came in my mouth. The seemingly endless spurts of come shot deep in my throat. As my husband ate my pussy, I remembered the other man, the man I'd just sucked dry. And I came. Phillip braced me by holding my legs firm as he continued to punish my pussy with his tongue. If he'd not had a firm grip, I would have collapsed in a quivering heap on the bathroom floor right then and there. My mind was a collage of flashes from the evening. I remembered how the boy we'd picked up on the Interstate had fucked me in the back seat of our Lincoln, fucked me while my husband drove the car, stealing quick glances through the rear view mirror, watching this boy fuck me, fuck his wife. And I remembered how Phillip had pulled the car alongside a truck, and turned on the inside lights so the trucker could watch me get fucked by the hitchhiker. And I remembered how Phillip had eaten the boy's cum out of my pussy, and then sucked the boy's cock clean, sucked the boy till he'd come in Phillip's mouth! And lastly, I remembered how Phillip had come in my mouth, just thirty minutes before Jabar had used that same mouth for his release. And now, now Phillip was bringing me to my third orgasm since he'd placed his tongue on my clit, less than two minutes ago! The third was the hardest! It racked my body like an earthquake. My come flowed out of my pussy, and Phillip lapped up every drop! And in doing so, he brought on a fourth, but gentle, orgasm. It was more than a kiss, but less than a fuck! And it primed my pump for another adventure. Even as I was coming down from the fourth cum, I was looking forward to the fucking I knew I soon have. And I knew Phillip would fuck me, also! To Be Continued... Hope you liked this one. Write to dutchboy@ballistic.com