The Back Room
written by:
Party

The Back Room

My girlfriend Sarah and I have been together for about 5 years now. She's slightly younger than me at 29 to my 32, but we get on really well together and the difference has never been noticeable.

She's about 5'6, a trim 126lbs with blonde hair that comes just past her shoulders and beautiful grey/ blue eyes. I'm marginally taller and heavier, even though I try to keep up with her on the regular runs that she goes on!

This story takes place a couple of months ago, when we were going through a bit of a dry spell in the bedroom. There was nothing wrong with the relationship, it was just the stresses of work and family events that were leaving us too tired to get it on. In an effort to rekindle the spark therefore, I booked a short break for us over to Belfast. Some of you may wonder why there and not somewhere like Paris or Venice, but Sarah is a huge fan of the film "Titanic", so where better than to go to where the ship was built?

We arrived mid-afternoon and, once we had checked in to our hotel, decided to go for a walk and start our sightseeing. Everything was going fine until about 6.30 pm when the heavens opened! We were quite a way from our hotel and, sod's law, there wasn't a taxi to be seen anywhere.

We started to walk back, but before long we were both drenched and feeling pretty sorry for ourselves. Spotting a pub nearby I suggested that we stop in there to have a drink, maybe grab a bite to eat and dry off a bit. Sarah didn't take much convincing, so in we went.

It seemed as though we weren't the only ones who had had the idea of sheltering from the rain as the place was packed out with damp patrons. It was clearly going to be difficult to get a seat, but I thought I spotted a space at the far end of the bar where we could at least stand to eat. I also hoped it might see us getting served a bit quicker rather than trying to fight our way through the crowd near the door to get to the bar.

We squeezed our way through and got to the spot that from a distance had looked so good. Unfortunately, it soon became clear why no-one was there when none of the bar staff turned in our direction as they were so occupied with serving everyone else. Also, sat round the table just behind, was a group of 6 pretty rowdy guys. They were probably in their very early 20s and clearly thought they owned the place. They were locals and probably regulars as they kept shouting unhelpful comments to the bar staff. That may have explained why none of them looked this way, but I still figured I might as well make an effort to catch someone's eye.

As I stood there giving the occasional wave when it looked as though a barman glanced our way I heard the lads switch their attention from the bar to Sarah, who was squashed in close to me.

She was skinny jeans and a T-shirt, so nothing out of the ordinary, but enough that showed she had a pretty fit body.

The comments were the kind of thing you'd expect from that kind of group of lads.

"Alright beautiful. Give us a smile."

"The wet T-shirt contest is on Tuesday."

And so on.

This went on for a couple of minutes as they gradually warmed up to the more sexual stuff.

"That's a pert arse you've got there, are your tits as pert?"

"Sure is pert, I reckon you could bounce a pound coin off it!"

"I reckon you could bounce something other than a pound off it!"

Again, there were a couple of minutes of this and I was beginning to get really wound up. Not only were we not getting served, nor looking like we would be, but Sarah was getting verbally abused. I was on the brink of turning round and having a go at the lads when one of the called out.

"Hey lass, do you spit or swallow?"

That was it for me, as they dissolved into laughter I was about to turn round when Sarah leaned closer to me and spoke into my ear.

"Get me out of here Chris."

Putting my anger to one side I took her by the hand and began to lead her out of the pub. Needless to say, this brought more comments from the lads, begging her not to leave and pleading that they were only kidding. I shot them an angry look as we passed, which only brought more catcalls.

We stepped out to find it was still pouring with rain, but our luck changed a bit as a taxi pulled up outside just as we closed the door. As his current passengers climbed out I grabbed hold of the door and gave him the name of our hotel.

Sarah and I climbed in and sat down. She was clearly shaken about what had gone on in the pub so I was about to apologise to her for it, even though there was nothing I could really have done to stop it. Sadly the cabby turned out to be one of those with the gift of the gab and he instantly struck up a conversation. However much I tried to bring an end to it he kept giving us handy tips and suggestions for what to see while we were in the city. In any normal circumstances I would have been happy to take them on board, but all I wanted was to check my girlfriend was OK. I could barely get a word in edgewise though, and so we had to put up with his commentary all the way back to the hotel.

I put my arm round her as we walked through the busy reception and into the lift. There was another couple in there with us, so obviously that meant I couldn't bring up the subject there, and it turned out they were on the same floor as us, so we maintained silence all the way back to the room.

I opened the door and let her in. Following into the room after her I began to speak as I shut the door behind me. I had barely got it closed and the words "Look, I'm..." out before Sarah practically jumped on me.

Her tongue was down my throat and her hands began fumbling at my flies. I was stunned, although not complaining, and immediately returned the passion in her kiss. We embraced for maybe thirty seconds until she had my trousers round my ankles, whereupon she dropped to her knees, pulled down my boxers and practically inhaled my cock.

Given the previous lack of action mentioned above, it was hardly surprising, although very disappointing, that I blew my load pretty soon after she started. She swallowed down every drop, the first time she'd done that in answer to the lads' question.

To my surprise my dick showed no sign of deflating, instead is seemed as hard as iron. I pulled Sarah to her feet, turned her around to face the wall and pulled her jeans and knickers down and rammed myself hard into her soaking wet cunt. She cried out in pleasure and, as I slipped my hands under her T-shirt and groped her firm tits she begged me to fuck her hard.

I was hardly going to deny the lady her wish and began to thrust deeply into her. She pushed herself back at me, as she came for the first time. Having just cum myself I was able to keep going for what felt like about 10 minutes, during which time Sarah had another two big orgasms. However the familiar feeling began building in my balls and, after a couple more thrusts, I blew my second load of the evening deep inside her pussy.

"Not that I'm complaining," I said, as I withdrew my now deflating cock from her, "but what came over you just then? I've never known you to be so aggressively sexual!"

"I don't know." She responded, turning to face me. Her jeans and knickers were still round her legs, her T-shirt and bra were bunched above her tits from my groping. I'd left slight finger marks on them from my squeezing and her face was flushed.

"It was just something about the comments those guys were making in the pub. At first I was shocked and slightly hurt by them. But then I found it kind of nice that, in a rather crude way, they were complementing me. And as they got more sexual in nature I found myself getting more and more horny, until it got to the point that I just needed to get back here and have you fuck me hard."

"Wow, I just thought you were upset by them." I said. "I never thought they were having that effect on you!"

"I didn't expect it, but it just became such a turn on to think of them thinking of me like that. Are you mad that I was thinking of them in that way too?"

"After a result like that? Hardly!" I replied, giving her a kiss.

Her hand slid to my crotch as we kissed.

"Ready for round two?" She asked, breaking off with a grin on her face.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure. I may need a little help, how good are you at resuscitation?"

"Oh I think I can work some magic."

With that we stripped our clothes off and headed to the bed. We got into a 69 position and Sarah began to breathe life back into my rod. I'd never eaten her out after cumming inside her, and it felt a bit odd doing so, but what she was doing to me felt so good I thought it only fair to return the favour.

A couple of minutes later I was back to full hardness and we slipped into a more conventional missionary position. This time we made love, rather than the frantic fucking by the door.

The following day was much better weather-wise and we spent the whole day enjoying the delights of Belfast, including the Titanic Experience, which was after all the key reason for us being there. We returned to the hotel at around 6:45 to freshen up and get changed before going out to dinner. Over the course of the day a little thought had been playing at the back of my mind, so while Sarah had a shower and got ready I made a few preparations.

When she came out of the bathroom I was stunned, so much so that I almost decided to change my plan, although I still came out in my internal debate on the side of going through with it.

She was wearing a blue, close fitting dress with no sleeves, just wide shoulder straps. The neckline was cut low, but not indecent, and the bottom came to about three quarters of the way down her thighs. Her legs were encased in either stockings or tights, I really hoped it was the former, and she was wearing strappy pumps with a 3 inch heel. Before we had come on the trip I'd seen on our credit card that she had been shopping at Ann Summers, so I was also hoping that under the dress was one of the outfits she'd bought there.

I guess my mouth must have dropped open as I looked at her, because while I stood staring she told me to close it as "dribbling is not a good look!"

"Wow!" I said "You look absolutely amazing!"

"Why thank you lover. I'm glad you approve."

She came over and gave me a kiss, which I returned with interest.

"Easy tiger!" She said, pulling away. "There will be plenty of time for that later. First dinner."

"Your wish is my command."

We left the room and outside reception was the cab that I had pre-booked. As we climbed in he checked the destination address with me. I hoped Sarah didn't recognise the street name as he said it, fortunately I'd not given them the exact destination. It seemed as though she was in the dark until I told the driver to pull up outside the same pub that we had been in the night before. She looked a bit puzzled at first, and then her face transformed into a look that I couldn't quite read as we got out of the taxi.

"I thought we were going for dinner?" She said.

"We are, apparently there's a nice little Italian place just up the road, but I thought we'd drop in here for a drink first."

"Aren't we a bit overdressed?"

"Nah, I'm sure we'll fit in. And besides, I enjoyed dinner last night after our first visit here I thought I'd try for a second course." I said with a wink.

She slapped me gently on the arm.

"You are a very naughty man! I told you there would be time for that later."

"I know, but there's no harm in getting things under way early, is there."

I gave her a quick kiss and we went in to the pub.

As I had hoped it was quieter than the previous night, but the same group of lads was in and sitting in the same spot as before. I selected a table a couple of spaces away from them and told Sarah to take a seat while I went to order some drinks. The lads had already spotted us and started calling out as we entered. Sarah looked a little uncomfortable as she sat waiting for me, mainly because she was right and she was overdressed for the place, but that was bringing exactly the reaction I wanted.

I waited at the bar to order, allowing a couple of people to order ahead of me to prolong the exposure. As I did so one of the lads walked over to the table and sat next to Sarah. I was trying to watch things out of the corner of my eye while still waiting for the right moment to order. Fortunately the guy seemed to be quite polite as he introduced himself to my girlfriend and tried to engage her in conversation.

After leaving them together for a couple of minutes I placed my order, got the drinks and went to join them.

"Chris, this is Patrick." Said Sarah, as I sat down. "Patrick, this is my boyfriend Chris."

We shook hands.

"Nice to meet you Patrick."

"Likewise Chris."

"Patrick was just telling me how glad he and his friends were that we had come back tonight."

"Well, it's a nice little place Patrick." I said. "And we kind of enjoyed our visit yesterday."

"He was also saying how nice it was that I, how did you put it Pat... had a bit more on display."

Pat choked slightly on his drink at that, I assumed because he didn't think that Sarah would have told me that.

"In fact, he even said he'd like to see more if possible."

"Did he now?" I said.

It was clear that some of the bravado had gone from him as he spluttered his reply.

"Well, yeah, I mean, I... well..."

"Don't be shy Pat." Said Sarah, touching his arm. "You also wondered out loud if you couldn't get to see more. In fact, he told me there is a private function room at the back of the pub that we could go into, didn't you?"

He seemed to gather himself slightly.

"Well, it's just that, you know, you're so hot and all... No offense Chris."

"Hey, I can't disagree with that Patrick, but that kind of thing is up to the lady."

I wasn't sure where Sarah was going with this, but figured I'd play along. I guessed she may just have been trying to freak him out a bit, while also getting her kicks in a slightly different way to the previous night.

"Well," she said, "there are some things that should remain between boyfriend and girlfriend you know Pat."

"I guess so."

"But if there really is this private room, then for maybe 20 quid I'll let you see me in my underwear."

This time it was me who nearly choked on their drink.

"Oh yes, it exists." Said Patrick, practically leaping from his stool. "Just let me go and ask Danny behind the bar for the key."

As he went to the bar I looked at Sarah. She had a mischievous look in her eye.

"What are... I mean, wha...?" I stammered.

"Well, it doesn't hurt anyone, we get a bit of extra spending money and by the time we've finished I'll be more than ready for desert." She dipped her finger into her drink and raised it to her mouth, sucking the liquid slowly off. I groaned.

As Patrick returned to the table with a key in his hand I had to try and adjust myself discretely as my erection was becoming uncomfortable.

"Shall we?" He said.

"Lead on." Replied Sarah, standing up.

He led us round to the far side of the bar from his mates and opened a door. Walking in we could see it was actually quite a smart function room, with a number of tables, a DJ booth, dance floor and such like. Patrick locked the door behind us and stood near it in anticipation.

"Very nice." Said Sarah. "Any chance we could get a bit of music?"

"Er, yeah, sure." Mumbled Patrick. "I've helped out here before, so I should be able to get something going."

He headed to the DJ booth, taking out his phone on the way. After a moment or too plugging things in and fiddling with a few buttons some R&B came on quite quietly in the background. He turned it up slightly and Sarah started moving to the beat.

"Yeah, good choice." She pulled one of the chairs to the middle of the dance floor. "Have a seat Pat."

He almost fell over his feet in his rush to sit in front of her. I found a seat to the side, where I had a good view of everything. As I sat down I had an idea and pulled out our camera, setting it to record and putting it on the table beside me. I figured it could be something for us to watch again later on.

As Sarah began to dance both he and I settled back into our seats to enjoy the show.

She danced around for a bit, before slowly slipping the straps of her dress down off her shoulders. She didn't quite pull the top down to reveal her tits, instead moving her hands to the bottom of her dress and inching that upwards. That revealed the tops of her hold up stockings, bringing a groan from both me and Patrick.

Again she switched, this time pulling the top of her dress down far enough to reveal black lacy bra with white detailing. By now my erection was pretty painful in my jeans. Patrick's though was making a clear tent in his tracksuit bottoms.

She switched back to the bottom, now revealing the matching thong covering her neatly trimmed pussy. Her dress was bunched around her middle, so she pushed it down to the floor and stepped out of it. Walking over to where Patrick was sitting, she shook her hips in time with the music and pushed her tits together. Her lithe, fit body looked stunning as it swayed in front of him. Sarah did a couple of turns, showing off her pert arse and toned legs to him, before she leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Well Patrick, I hope you liked what you saw?"

He was literally speechless for a moment, as his mouth moved but no sound came out.

"Er, uh, um... fucking hell yes!"

"Good, glad to hear it. Now you can go and tell your little buddies out there all about it. Chris and I have a reservation to make, so we will be off in a moment."

Patrick shot out of the room, heedless of his still tented trousers, to tell his mates about the lap dance Sarah had just given him. As the door closed behind him Sarah, instead of walking over to pick up her dress as I thought she would, came over to where I was sitting and sat in my lap.

"If you don't take me back to the hotel right now mister and fuck me senseless, I will not be held responsible for my actions." She whispered into my ear.

Had she not been squashing it against my thigh I swear my hard-on would have ripped through my trousers!

"Well, far be it from me to deny a lady her wish." I replied.

As we stood up there was a knock at the door followed by Patrick sticking his head in.

"Good, you're still here. Right, um, er, the guys, well it's not that they didn't believe what I told them like, but well, they did, but they kind of, er, um, they wanted to know if they could see for themselves... They'll pay and all..."

At that five hands appeared through the door next to his head waving twenty pound notes.

"Well..." I started to say.

"I guess it's only fair." Said Sarah over me.

I looked at her agog.

"It's a hundred quid for a couple of minutes." she whispered.

While I wasn't overly keen on her dancing again, it was hard to turn down the money.

"Come in and lock the door boys." She called out.

I sat back down as the lads burst in, coming to a screeching stop as they saw the vision of beauty in front of them.

She got them to line up 5 other chairs next to the one that Patrick had been sitting on previously and began to dance to the music that was still playing.

Working up the line from the chair nearest to me, which was the one Patrick was in, to the one furthest away she gave them all a good look at her boobs, hidden tantalisingly behind her lacy bra. Then, she came back down gyrating her arse at them, almost sitting in their laps as she did.

After a couple of minutes she had finished the line and stopped.

"So, was Patrick telling the truth?"

He turned to look along the line at his mates, most of whom were trying to readjust their trousers.

"I'll take that as a yes." Said Sarah.

"Well, kind of." Said one of them.

"What do you mean, ‘kind of'?" She asked.

"It's just that, he got a striptease from you and we saw you in your underwear as soon as we walked in."

"So, you want a strip too?"

That got a chorus of yeses from the lads.

"Well I'm afraid if I put my dress back on then it's to walk out of the pub."

"You don't have to put it back on..."

"What, so I should strip naked?" Her face was flushing, but I wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or because she was getting turned on. I decided to step in.

"Now hang on a minute lads, that's a bit too much isn't it? I mean she's played along with you so far, but some things remain private you know."

"We can pay, another twenty quid each."

"Thanks for the offer, but..."

Sarah cut me off with her hand on my arm.

"Let's see the colour of your money boys."

I was stunned, but also incredibly turned on at the thought my girlfriend was about to strip naked in front of 6 strangers.

I've never seen six notes appear from trouser pockets as quickly as those ones did then. They passed them along the line to Patrick, who handed them to me with a wink.

Sarah took up her position in the middle of the floor and, after a moment swaying to the music reached round behind her and unclasped her bra. As she turned her back on the guys, part of me was hoping she was just teasing them and would call it off there, but part of me was hoping she would go through with it. When she dropped her bra to the floor and turned back to face them I almost came in my pants!

Her gorgeous 32C tits were on display to a group of men we'd met only moments earlier. Her nipples were as erect as I'd ever seen them, and then she pulled on them to stretch them further out.

Had it not been for the music you could have probably heard a pin drop in that room as 7 blokes, myself included, watched in awe as she made her way up the line, caressing her breasts in front of eager faces. There were some serious tents in the trousers in that room and a dark spot clearly apparent on the crotch of her thong as she made her way back to the centre. Again, she swayed to the music a little before turning around, and then that joined her bra and dress on the floor.

This time there was a chorus of groans and expletives as she turned back and revealed her trimmed pussy to them.

Moving to the far end of the line she gyrated in front of the guys in turn as she had while in her lingerie. Only this time as she sat almost in their laps there was nothing between her and their bulges. She reached Patrick and with perfect timing as she dropped towards his crotch he pulled his trousers down and thrust upwards with a wink to me. His cock slipped up between Sarah's cunt lips and I saw the head pop up between her thighs.

"Oh fuuuck!!" She said, and shivered as I think she may have had a small orgasm as his knob rubbed against her clit. "You naughty boy Patrick!"

To my surprise as she stood up slightly she turned her head to me and said "I warned you..." and putting a hand between her legs slipped back down, this time pushing Patrick's cock into her pussy. I could hear how wet she was as she began to bounce on Patrick's fuck rod. All I could do was stand up, open my flies and present my own hard-on to her.

If the others hadn't known what was going on before they certainly did now and, as Sarah sucked on my cock we were joined by 5 others, all vying for attention from her hands. Their hands in turn were all over her body, pulling and squeezing on her tits, rubbing her clit as she came twice in quick succession.

Having seen the display twice it was only a matter of moments before Patrick was cumming hard in her love tunnel. I quickly pulled her off him, picked her up and laid her over the table I had been sat next to. There was cum mixed with her copious juices leaking from her as I slammed hard into her hole.

"Yessssss!! Fuck murphle..." Her cry was swiftly cut off as a cock was stuffed down her throat.

As I reamed her, I figured it was only fair that, as Patrick had fucked her already, his mates had their turn with my slutty girlfriend. I pulled out and was quickly replaced. They took it in turns to plough into her, but as turned on as they were it wasn't long before the first blew his load in her folds. As the third and fourth added their wads I pushed my knob into her face and she began sucking me off. I was just able to hold on until the sixth deposit of cum was added to her sticky pussy before I blew mine down her throat.

I could see that one or two of them were getting their second wind, so I decided that was enough.

"OK lads, we've all had our fun now, but I think it's time I took this young lady back to our hotel, alone."

I think they had been so shocked they had even had a shot at seeing such a sexy lady in the nude, let alone fucking her there were no arguments as I said this. Instead they all pulled their trousers up and left. As he did so, Patrick turned to me.

"If you ever need any more help with her, you know where we are mate."

"Indeed I do."

I helped Sarah to her feet, where she wobbled slightly as her legs had been in the air for so long. I supported her as we walked over to pick up her underwear.

"Oh Chris, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me, but when I felt his cock slide between my pussy lips I just needed to get fucked, there and then. I hope you don't think I'm some kind of slut."

"No need to apologise, that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen, let alone experienced."

"Really? You're not mad?"

"Sarah, you are one seriously hot woman and I love you. Nothing I've just seen makes me feel any differently."

"Oh Chris, I love you too!" She gave me a really hot kiss after she said this and I could feel my dick stiffening.

"OK lady, I think we need to take this somewhere less public."

"I couldn't agree with you more. But I don't know what to do about this." With that she opened her legs to show me the cum that was running from her cunt and down her thighs.

"Hang on a moment." I pulled my handkerchief from my pocket and crouched before her. Wiping up the mess on both legs I then pushed the hankie inside her still open hole. I gave her clit a little rub afterwards, which brought a moan from her.

"If you don't get me back to the hotel soon I'm going to have to call them back." She groaned.

"Oh no, from now on you're all mine!"

I helped her get dressed and we slipped out of the room. I checked that the coast was clear and we left the bar.

Once we were back in the hotel room Sarah turned to face me as she walked back towards the bed. Pulling her dress up around her waist she moved her thong to one side and removed my cum soaked hankie. I watched as she put it in her mouth and sucked the mix of her juice and 6 loads of spunk from it. I could barely control myself and in seconds my trousers were off. I pushed her back onto the bed, lifted her legs over my shoulders and plunged hard into her pussy.

We fucked long and hard, her cries muffled by her impromptu gag. When I finally came I collapsed in a heap on the bed next to her.

"Well," She panted, breathing as hard as I was, "I think we achieved our goal of rekindling our love life!"

I couldn't help but laugh. As she joined in, I rolled over to kiss her and her hand went to my crotch.

"Christ woman! You're insatiable!"

"You bet I am, now stick that thing where it belongs!"