My Crazy Sex with a Stranger
written by:
Jillbaby

My Crazy Sex with a Stranger

Copyright - 2015 - by Jillbaby

I was bored out of my mind as I sat in my hotel room staring at the wall.

I had just finished the first of a two-day training course for new casino staff. It was in preparation for my new job with a private casino club.

The club had used my modelling photos in a publicity campaign. The manager liked what he saw and offered me the position of hostess and membership secretary. The job was well paid and at the age of twenty-five, I felt that it was time to give up my work as a model for the adult market. So I jumped at the chance of a fresh start. My new manager had the bright idea that I should attend the course, so here I was.

The instructors had gone into a lot of detail about tactics in poker and other card games. The thing was that the course was really intended for people who were going to be croupiers at the card tables, something I wasn't going to be. I just needed a basic understanding of the club rules about things like betting limits and so on, so that as a hostess I could advise new members and intervene in any disputes.

So the day had largely been a waste of time for me and I still had another one to get through. I wasn't attracted to any of the men on the course and had turned down a few invitations to join them in the evening. I knew that if I went down to the main bar I was bound to bump into some of them. I hadn't been able to find any information about appropriate clubs nearby.

I ate the meal I had ordered from room service. I was between boyfriends and urged on by my neglected pussy, I turned on the TV in the hope that there might be a porn film service for guests. The opening default channel was about the hotel and I idly pressed the remote to flick through the things available. Then something attracted my interest.

The hotel was used mainly for business conferences and by commercial travelers and the page I found was directed at guests who were on their own. Like a social network website the hotel offered the chance to arrange a meet-up with fellow guests for company.

We were invited to phone reception and give our name and a brief outline of our interests. That was then posted on the hotel TV channel with a reference number. Anyone interested in a particular posting could give the reference number to reception and be connected by phone without exchanging room or phone number. It seemed a clever idea for anyone looking for company while allowing privacy if wanted.

However as I scanned the list of men available for that evening, my heart sank. The entries all sounded boring, with the interests mentioned being mainly about sport. Then I noticed one that seemed different.

Instead of signing off with a first name as the rest did, this one called himself Mystery Man. Okay that sounded corny at first but his message was intriguing. It merely said: "If you're a woman with hidden depths let's explore them."

It seemed sexually suggestive and I was surprised that the hotel had allowed it to go up. But then I supposed it could be taken to mean just having a conversation about some heavy moral topic.

Anyway, I felt stirred out of my boredom. In the hope that the guy didn't really want a philosophical discussion, I rang the hotel extension shown on the information page, gave the reference number for Mystery Man and asked to be connected.

I was told that the guest would be informed why I was ringing before I could speak to him. After a brief pause, I heard a man's voice. Before I could speak, he very calmly began to lay out a set of rules as if we were going to be playing some kind of game. Of course I was to find that was exactly what we were going to do; but I would never have imagined what kind.

His voice had a ring of authority,

"Firstly, please don't tell me your name; you won't know mine either. If you are interested in a very unusual evening meet me in fifteen minutes at the bar of the guests' lounge. Stand or sit at the very end of the left hand side. If you're not interested please hang up now."

There was a long silence as I tried to absorb what he had said and what he was up to. I could hear his breathing and it seemed to mingle with mine as my heart raced rapidly and I felt a buzz of excitement.

I was no fool; this was almost certainly about having a fuck. Even at that stage of my life I was very sexually experienced and totally confident in my ability to handle men. I admired his intriguing approach and my curiosity was aroused.

Finally, I decided to explore the invitation. I could always tell him to fuck off if I didn't like him. Following his example, I didn't use any small talk,

"Okay, I'll see you in fifteen minutes," I told him and put down the phone.

I had to decide whether to change. I had brought one dress suitable for evening wear in the hope that I might need it. However in the circumstances I decided not to appear too seductive and eager and to wear normal clothes. I was smart enough in my white top and brown skirt, both in expensive cashmere. The skirt hugged my hips and ass without being too slutty and the length was about four inches above my knees. To avoid panty or garter belt lines showing through the fine wool I had been wearing sheer hold-up stockings and a thong that was merely a whisper of black lace.

Reluctantly, I'd been wearing a bra for the course; usually I didn't bother. But on impulse I suddenly decided to take it off for my meeting with Mystery Man. The springy wool of the top had sufficient stretch to outline my breasts without revealing the nipples, and to support them as they swung with my movements. Despite having dressed modestly for the course, I had been unable to resist wearing my black strappy sandals with four inch heels. I knew that I wouldn't be doing much walking.

I ran a brush a few times through my long, thick auburn hair and when I shook my head it swung around my face like a sleek curtain. My wide blue eyes are one of my attractive features and quickly I used a black eyeliner pencil and a light coating of grey/blue shadow. I finished off with a touch of pink blush to my cheekbones and freshened my wet-look lipstick.

I glanced at my watch; I still had five minutes until my due appearance but I decided to make him wait just a little and sat down to still my racing heart. As I tried to calm down I told myself that I might be getting the totally wrong idea of what might happen. Maybe it was just my over-sexed imagination that had me expecting something exciting. Well at least there shouldn't be any danger as the hotel would have a record of our contact and our details. Finally I got up, put my key card in my purse and set off for the elevator.

I edged cautiously into the guests' lounge after showing my key card. I was hoping that my fellow students would have gone to the larger public bar to drink. I was in luck as I couldn't see anyone I recognized. It was early evening and there were only a few men sitting around the small room. I wondered if Mystery Man was among them.

There was a small semi-circular bar in one corner and I headed for it. Only one of the four barstools was taken and I sat on the one at the far left as instructed. I looked around nervously wondering if the man had already arrived.

I had just finished ordering a vodka tonic, when I heard a deep voice behind me,

"So you came."

I spun around to look at the man standing behind me. I studied him carefully as my pulse raced. From that opening remark it could only be him.

He was dressed all in black and looked to be well over 6 foot tall. Longish brown hair hung over the collar of his stylish shirt which had two buttons undone. His jeans were tight and showed off slim hips and a narrow waist. He wore ankle boots. Normally I would have considered his outfit to be pretentious. But on him they somehow seemed okay. He was ruggedly handsome, the kind of hero you would see in a western movie.

Even just standing still and looking very relaxed, the guy had an athletic appearance. He looked like he knew what he wanted and was accustomed to getting it.

Now that he was here, I hadn't a clue what to say. When he wordlessly offered his hand I took it automatically. His grip was warm and firm. Then his stern expression broke into a confident but charming smile and his blue eyes twinkled,

"Why don't you sit at that table in the corner and I'll bring your drink over when I've got mine."

As I got up and walked to the table my first impression was that he seemed an alpha male accustomed to being in control. I had no quarrel with that as I was very capable of looking after myself and preferred a strong man.

The table had a bench seat against the wall and when he sat down beside me with our drinks I felt his knee bump mine under the table. Wondering if he had done it on purpose, I looked into his eyes but they weren't giving any clues. Okay, I decided; if he wants to play it cool I'll do the same. We sat in silence and looked at each other.

Suddenly, his stern expression melted into another smile. Although it was challenging and lasted for only a few second, I detected a definite warmth in it. Somehow I felt that he was concealing his true nature and that all this was a role-play he was inviting me to join. As the smile faded he spoke,

"So, you fancy trying something different tonight?"

When I nodded he went on,

"Let's remain strangers on the understanding that we'll never see or speak to each other again. I'm sure you don't want the usual trivial and boring conversation any more than I do."

Without replying, I stared at him, continuing to try hard to weigh him up with my depth of experience of men.

"Don't be nervous. We won't do anything you don't want to do," he said.

I decided to assert a little authority of my own, and spoke for the first time,

"Don't worry...you won't!"

But I found myself following that with one of my best seductive miles. Pleasant background music was playing in the lounge so I decided to play for time,

"Let's enjoy our drinks and listen to the music," I suggested.

We sat in silence. Although nothing was happening, there was an atmosphere of sexual tension. I was sure he was up to something and this anonymous role-play was exciting. I was outwardly calm but understandably nervous and I emptied my glass rather quickly. He also drank up and without asking, went for fresh drinks.

I was definitely beginning to enjoy this strange encounter. In my earlier years I wouldn't have risked it. But after my work in the porn industry and my many and varied sexual experiences it took a lot to faze me. Now wishing that I had dressed more seductively, I braced my legs and pulled my skirt higher until it was revealing the tops of my hold ups. The table was boarded up on the other side, blocking the view.

When he bent to sit down again, I was aware of his eyes taking in the view of the inch of bare flesh above my stocking top on the leg nearest to him. When his eyes rose to mine, I could see the lust shining in them and a shiver ran down my spine. My clit stiffened as an image of the two of us in bed popped into my mind.

He didn't waste any time. He was sitting on my left and as he raised his drink in his left hand, the other dropped below the table to rest on my thigh. I didn't resist, and as if we had known each other for ages, he caressed it lightly through the stocking. As we sat wordlessly, he slowly slid his hand higher until his fingers rested on bare flesh.

The bizarre situation was beginning to feel like an erotic dream. His warm, stroking fingers had my pussy flooding and I lost train of rational thought. My tight skirt prevented him from moving his fingers any further up my thigh and I was wishing he could.

Then my bladder suddenly needed emptying. I made my excuses and headed for the sign for the restrooms on one of the walls. As I walked, I was sure he was watching my hips sway in my high heels and tight skirt but I resisted the urge to swing them even more.

The hotel's clients were mainly male and I was the only female in the small lounge so I had the restroom to myself. When I sat down to pee I couldn't resist giving my aroused clit a few strokes. I was really turned on and wondered what would happen next. Although I was ready for a fuck I was enjoying the fact that he hadn't attempted to rush me off to his bedroom.

When I came out to wash my hands, the mirror showed my arousal; there was a pink glow in each cheek and my eyes were wide with lust. Then I had a shock as I saw the reflection of a man coming through the restroom door. It was him.

As I swung around, he closed the door behind him. All I could do was stare helplessly in amazement as he approached me, the heels of his boots clicking loudly on the tiled floor. We stood face to face and without touching me with his hands, his tongue came out to lick my lips. My legs went weak and I gave a tiny moan,

"You...you shouldn't be in here," I gasped, cursing myself for stating the obvious.

"Do you really care?" He asked as he pulled me hard against him.

He walked me backwards until I was up against the wall at the far end of the room. His arms encircled my shoulders and he lowered his lips to mine.

His mouth was greedy as it pushed hard. One of his hands slid up into my hair and he jerked my head back as his tongue thrust into my open mouth. Our tongues rubbed and stroked against each other until he pulled his head back and we both gasped for breath.

I felt his lips on my neck and they weren't gentle - but very arousing. When he scraped his teeth down the sensitive flesh of my throat I shivered from head to toe. His hand moved down over my breast and my nipple grew hard, pushing against his palm. I heard him grunt as he realized I wasn't wearing a bra and I felt his cock stiffening against my stomach.

I groaned and rubbed my hips harder against him as I hung onto his narrow waist. When I squeezed my fingers down between us I cupped the hard line of his erection and he responded by rocking his hips to dry-fuck my hand.

With one hand he gripped my hair, pulled my head back and bent down to lick my neck as I continued to stroke him through his jeans. His other hand slid down my side and began inching my skirt up. I arched against him as it crept higher up my thigh. In my arousal I bent my knees to help him slide it higher.

He eased his hips back for space and then his hand was on my tiny thong. It took only the slightest of efforts to push the damp gusset to the side leaving my pussy exposed.

"Spread your legs further apart," he hissed as his fingers probed for my slit.

For a second I worried about the possibility of someone coming into the restroom. But as usual the danger only intensified my lust and I shuffled my feet apart. My skirt was bunched up at my waist and my feet were spread apart.

He surprised me by his control; instead of thrusting in a finger as is instinctive with most men, he was running his fingers lightly over my slick swollen lips. I moaned, pushing my hips wantonly against his hand, desperate for something to enter my throbbing pussy.

At last he slowly pushed in one finger. My pussy clamped down tightly on it but he teased me by pulling it out and whispering,

"Do you want more?"

"Yes...oh fuck yes," I moaned.

He pushed two fingers into me. I tried to fuck them but he was only moistening them with my seeping juices. Slipping them out he started spreading my wetness up my lips until he reached the hard nub of my clit.

When he brushed it I was so aroused and gagging for a fuck that I almost came. A potential orgasm flickered for an instant and then faded to just a wave of sheer delight that made my knees buckle.

I let out a little yelp and felt my nails dig desperately into the bulge of his cock. His two fingers glided back down the line of my slit, trailing moisture as they went and then pushed back inside me. He kept repeating the action, teasing and toying with me. I could feel the juices from my pussy trickling onto my thighs.

My clit was almost hurting in its stiffness; I was right on the edge and frantic. I was trying to undo his zipper but in my frenzy I couldn't manage it while his fingers were driving me wild.

I abandoned my pride,

"Please..." I whimpered quietly. "Please..."

"My God, you're so wet," he whispered. "Is this what you need?"

I didn't reply and just kept on pushing my pussy against his hand.

"Are you afraid?" he asked.

"What if someone comes in?" I muttered.

His only response was to begin finger-fucking me even faster,

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No...oh God, no..." I begged.

"Are you going to cum?" he asked as his teeth nipped at my neck.

"Yes, oh, please, yes."

I no longer cared about anything else. I just wanted his hand to keep stroking me, bringing me closer and closer to the blessed relief of an orgasm.

"Are you sure?"

All at once I was tired of his teasing and just wanted him to shut the fuck up and let me cum. I lost control,

"Yes, let me cum, for fucks sake," I yelled.

My voice was surprisingly loud in the small room and I instinctively opened my eyes to see if anyone was coming through the door. But of course I could only stare at the top of his chest as he towered over me.

"No...you'll have to wait," he whispered.

He had an arm around my shoulders as he supported himself against the wall and he bent down and kissed me gently. Mad with frustration, I grabbed the bulge at his zipper but he drew back,

"Not yet. We'll get to that eventually," he said firmly. "Oh, and before you come back to the table... take off the thong."

He walked out leaving me with my skirt around my waist and desperately frustrated. My legs were trembling as I recovered from his latest surprise move. I put my thong into my purse, gave my sticky pussy a wipe and sat down to compose myself. Although I was desperate to cum there and then, I was eager for a fuck and curious to see what the mystery man's next moves would be, so I resisted the urge to stroke my clit to orgasm. I wanted to be really ready when his cock went in me. At least so I was hoping.

When I returned to the table he had fresh drinks ready for us. He gave me a brief smile and put an arm around me with his fingertips just brushing the swell of my breast. With my head resting on his shoulder we sat in silence listening to the music as if we were a regular couple. I had to fight the impulse to talk. If he wanted it this strange way then I wasn't going to crack first. It was my weirdest encounter with a man but the uncertainty made it exciting.

After a few minutes he dipped his head, drew my hair to the side and his lips trailed tiny kisses down the side of my neck. Then his teeth were nibbling my ear. The love bite was perfect; not too hard and not too soft. I couldn't stop the tiny moan that escaped from my lips. My nipples rose and pressed against the soft wool of my top and I could feel my clit beginning to stir.

"Feel what you do to me," he whispered.

He reached under the table, took my hand and placed it on the bulge at his zipper. He sucked in his breath as I stroked it with my fingernails and I could feel it getting bigger.

"Hitch up your skirt."

Protected from view by the table front I braced my legs to ease my ass off the seat and tugged my skirt up nearly to the waist. I shivered as cooler air wafted over my hot naked pussy and I put my hand back over the bulge of his hardon.

His arm crossed under mine and his warm hand rested high on my bare thigh, the fingertips gently stroking the sensitive inner flesh,

"Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you?" He asked softly.

My only response was to squeeze his cock as hard as I could. His dirty talk would have been nothing special in normal circumstances. But coming from a complete stranger in a public place made it seem very arousing. He continued whispering to me, his lips almost brushing my ear. He thrust his hips against my hand,

"My cock is so swollen, it's throbbing in my pants. Can you feel it?

Yes," I groaned as my pussy flooded. "Yes, I feel it."

His breathing quickened,

"I want to pull that skirt off and unzip my jeans right here. I want to push you onto the table, spread your legs apart and fuck you senseless."

I was speechless as the erotic image danced in my head.

"I'd shove my big cock into that slutty pussy of yours and fuck you until you cum and squirt all over it."

I groaned in my throat. My body was trembling with the need to feel him inside me. As if he sensed it and took my silence as a yes, he leaned into me,

"Would you like to come up to my room?"

It was the moment of decision and I had no hesitation,

"Yes," I murmured.

We walked in silence to the elevator. As soon as we entered a car he said,

"The whole point of our fun tonight is mystery," he said. "So you shouldn't know the number of my room."

He produced a silk scarf from his pocket and turning me around, tied it around my head; not too tightly but enough to cut out the light and stay in place. When we got out we walked a short distance and I heard him opening a door and then it closing behind us. I trembled with excitement as he gently drew me into his arms.

I had often used blindfolds in roleplay. The inability to anticipate events and react to them is unnerving although it has the effect of enhancing all my other senses. Also, the feelings of helplessness and captivity were very arousing.

This, together with whatever would follow, was an act of faith; the surrender of my body to the will of this intriguing man. In a strange way, it also set me free from guilt and responsibility. In submissive mode I could imagine that I had to comply and enjoy whatever was to happen to me.

I sighed softly as I relaxed in the circle of his arms, leaning against him. Sensing my surrender he kissed my lips, and gently stripped me of my top and skirt, leaving my stockings on. He scooped me up and laid me down on the bed.

I felt him arrange my limbs; my hands above my head, my legs far apart, until I was spread-eagled, open and available. When something soft and snugly gripped my left wrist I tensed; was I really going to risk being bound by this stranger?

But as my arm was pulled taut, my arousal overcame my doubts and I didn't resist as in turn my other wrist and ankles were restrained. I knew they were fur cuffs from having used them often in the past.

Gently stroking my hair back from my forehead, he whispered,

"Are you scared?"

"No," I replied, although the truth was that some apprehension was mixed with my sexual arousal.

I tested the bonds fastened to the cuffs. There was some leeway, but not much. Although nervous, I felt no real fear. The fact that our meeting had been arranged through the hotel set-up gave a sense of security and I prided myself on a shrewd appraisal of men after my years of experience of them.

However, helpless, alone and now truly at the mercy of a man I had just met, my heart continued to beat faster than it had done for a long time and adrenalin coursed through my veins. There were no further words, just the sudden sensation of soft fingers against my skin.

All final thoughts of resistance gave way to my arousal. Warm hands were sliding over my body, gliding over my nipples and keeping them hard and sensitive. There was something very different about this man. He didn't simply grab my breasts as most men would have. His subtle fingers, lips and tongue danced over highly sensitive areas of my body without staying for more than a second or two; a soft kiss on the back of my neck moving to the sensitive flesh of my earlobe. Next, a gentle bite on the base of my throat; fingers circling the delicate mounds of my breasts. The effect was extremely sensual and built up a desperate anticipation and need.

Bound and blindfolded, I'm just a fuck-toy, I thought. But instead of shame my body quivered with lust and my pussy was creaming madly. Then the crazy situation became even weirder with his question,

"Have you had sex with a woman?"

In no way was I a lesbian. But perhaps I was bisexual inasmuch as I enjoyed sex with females although always in group sex involving men as well as when I was a porn actress.

"Yes..." I breathed.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

"Good...in that case I have a treat for you."

I felt him move away. There was the sound of the door opening and I heard the click of high heels in the passageway. Then there were two sets of footsteps approaching me. As they closed in, I panicked at the thought that some other stranger was looking at my naked body, bound and helpless, spread out on the sheets like a feast to savor. The silence that followed was almost unbearable, broken only by the sound of my breathing; my own nervous gasps.

My mind sent signals of fear and warning. But my pussy and clit clamored for attention and as usual they won and I lay still and submissive.

"She's beautiful."

It was a woman's voice. In shock I called out,

"What's happening... who's she?"

"Don't worry, just enjoy your treat."

The radio suddenly blared loudly.

"Just in case you're a screamer when you cum," he said in my ear. "This will drown them."

Suddenly, a finger gently ran between the flushed petals of my pussy. I felt a shock of intense pleasure after all the skillful foreplay. It opened me up, trailing through the moisture that had already pooled there. I didn't know whether the finger belonged to the stranger or the new arrival - but suddenly I didn't care. I had no will to resist.

My normal powerful sexual arousal had been raised to an extremely high peak by the way that some of my fantasies were being brought to life; strangers, public sex and bondage.

I gasped as my flesh was delicately split open. A delicious little shudder racked my frame as the deprivation of sight and movement increased the sense of pleasure. The gentle fingering of my pussy had made my clit firm up even harder; to a pulsing nub without it being touched.

As two slender fingers began working in my gushing slit, the smell of a woman's perfume wafted over me. Then my body quivered when suddenly I received a kiss so amazingly soft and gentle. Her lips lingered on mine even when at first I resisted and closed my lips. But as the kissing went on and on; tasting, teasing, and suckling, I moaned and shamelessly thrust out my tongue in response.

I marveled that that was all it took. One kiss and I was already a whimpering mass of flesh for the use of this stranger who was devouring my lips and mouth and delightfully finger-fucking me.

She broke our kiss and I knew that I was only a slave for the pleasure of her and the stranger. They were going to fuck me in any way that they saw fit and I was more than ready for it. As often happened to me my voracious slutty body had taken complete control.

I knew that I was going to moan and beg like a whore while they did it. My pussy was flooded in anticipation of what the night would bring, ready to be tormented and satisfied.

"Mmmm...you're so hungry already," she whispered huskily. "Before we're done, you're going to want to break these bonds."

I shivered at the promise. My fertile imagination was already in overdrive, flooded with images of what I imagined they would do to me - images full of eager fingers and questing tongues, soft lips and hot yearning cunts.

She raised my hips and slid a pillow underneath, exposing my pussy invitingly. I wondered when the stranger was going to join in. Her finger slowly ran down my cheek and traced the outline of my lips,

"You have such lovely lips," she whispered, "Made for sucking. I can imagine how they're going to look wrapped around his cock. I bet you like the way a woman tastes too."

Her warm scented breath made my goose bumps rise.

"I love to fuck girls as well as men. I love it when they moan like little whores and beg me to take their sweet tight pussies. I love the way their bodies thrash when I taste them. We're going to fuck you, my little pet; going to fuck you so hard that you're never going to forget the night you stayed at this hotel. Now ask me to suck you."

I heard the man chuckle appreciatively. Her talk was really getting to me. She had withdrawn her fingers and I was desperate for action. So I swallowed my pride and thought, to hell with it, I might as well join in the game.

"Please ..."

Fingers stroked my hair gently and once again she drew my lips into the hot wetness of her mouth,

"So soft," she whispered.

Her words were so strangely seductive and arousing. I wanted desperately to see the owner of that throaty voice - so full of promise. But my blindfold prevented me. She ran a fingertip along my throat, over the soft angles of my collarbone and into the valley of my breasts that were quivering for her touch. It began to circle one breast until it was poised over the raised nub. Then she caressed the nipple with a touch so exquisitely light that it could have passed for a mild summer breeze. Hell - she had a wonderful touch.

When her finger drifted away to my other breast, I groaned. Was there going to be no end to the teasing? Her fingers trailed over my tense stomach and feathered over my mound. But she carefully avoided the swollen folds of my sex and slowly raked her fingernails along the inside of a thigh. My body was trembling now, jerking in my bonds. I felt her weight shift as she rearranged herself on the bed between my legs.

Another body moved on the bed and I recognized the stranger's cologne as his gentle but firm mouth drew one of my aroused crinkled nipples into the warmth of his mouth. I moaned with passion as he moved from one projecting nub to the other, his lips playing with the quivering clumps of nerve ends that were my nipples.

For a moment I was distracted as I felt a woman's long hair brush the insides of my thighs and her warm breath approach my pussy.

But then the man was working even harder, licking, chewing, and sucking the engorged flesh of my breasts and nipples until my hips were straining off the pillow and I thought I was going to cum just from the warm action of his mouth.

Just as I was longing for some contact with my quivering pussy, the woman touched it with her lips. As before, she was in no hurry. She obviously meant to make her meal last. Her warm mouth traced the wet folds of my pussy again and again, noisily slurping the juices pooled in the nooks and crannies of my shaved labia. Then a long stiff tongue was flicking inside my wet hot quim at depths that seemed even greater than I was used to when receiving head.

She was an expert and I shuddered at the thought of all the pussies she had delved into. My hands and legs fluttered in my bonds as I tried fucking myself on the tongue that was reaming me. To my shame, I began to whimper with need. I wanted to beg the stranger to fuck me but couldn't bring myself to plead for it.

Perhaps in response to my sounds they each hit separate triggers. The man nipped a nipple gently with his teeth while squeezing the other, just as the woman withdrew her tongue and licked my swollen clit.

An enormous blast of pleasure hit me,

"Oh fuck yes...oh yes ...there please..." I screamed just as my orgasm started to surge through me.

She drew the stiff gland into her mouth and began to suck in earnest. As I shrieked in delight, into the loud music on the radio, she skillfully changed her sucking to the lightest flicks of her tongue on my clit, aware of how sensitive the gland becomes at climax. Whether from that or the prolonged foreplay, I went into one of my rare multi-orgasms. As she worked and he stroked my breasts my orgasm rolled on and on reigniting each time I thought it was over.

I could hear myself moaning,

"Ohhh fuck...ohhh fuck...ohh fuck..."

I thought the top of my head was going to blow off until at last they both stopped touching me. The stranger stroked my hair in a surprisingly tender way as the aftershocks made me twitch and jerk in my bonds.

"Thank you," I eventually managed to whisper.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said softly. "Tell me what you want... say it," he ordered.

It was as if he knew that when I was on an extreme bout of lust it took several climaxes to satiate me. Even the multi-orgasm one I had just enjoyed hadn't removed the hunger and need in my groin. The climaxes had been repeated clitoral explosions rather than the satisfaction of a full body orgasm.

My voice was low and hoarse,

"Fuck me," I whispered.

"Tell me again!" He insisted

"Fuck me!"

He leaned in, his breath hot on my face as his fingers delved deeply into my still tingling pussy. As they worked, I squirmed and writhed as far as my cuffs allowed and I felt my clit coming back to life.

His hands were on my ass cheeks, his thumbs curled inward to pull them wide as he guided the tip of his cock between the tight folds of my pussy. With one brutally abrupt motion he rammed himself home and I shouted out with delight.

He stuck it in hard - no messing about now; shoving himself completely inside until his balls rested snugly against my ass.

After all the foreplay I was so ready for a good fuck. I whimpered at the wonderful mix of discomfort and sexual delight as my pussy stretched to accommodate his hard cock,

"Oh my god... oh god... oh god...oh god..."

As he took my propped-up hips in his hands and began fucking me with a steady, skilled rhythm my eager pussy milked his cock, clutching and squeezing. I had forgotten that this was a total stranger. But I was reminded that I was bound and helpless when I instinctively tried to wrap my legs and arms around the hard body pounding into me. My helplessness added to the pleasure as I lived my fantasy of submission.

On and on it went as he gave me a really good vigorous fucking. The angle of his entry was strange as I couldn't raise my hips as high as I normally would. But the effect was that, with each thrust to and fro, his cock was rubbing firmly against the G spot on the roof of my pussy. I felt the faint beginnings of an orgasm without my clit being touched, which was unusual.

Then I gasped with shock as he abruptly pulled his cock out of my clinging pussy. As I whimpered from the loss, he crawled up my body to kneel over me. I jerked with shock as something warm and damp rubbed a nipple and I realized it was his cock. The sensation from the smooth silky skin was amazingly pleasurable and my body quivered uncontrollably as he moved from nipple to nipple.

He wriggled further forward and propped up my head and shoulders with a pillow. It seemed that he was going to finish off in my mouth and I felt a pang of worry. With my hands bound I wasn't going to be able to control his cock and I hoped that he wouldn't be too rough. I felt him brushing his firm cock across my cheeks and lips. I was still panting and inhaled its musky odor. He tugged on my hair, inching my mouth up the sticky shaft of his cock as he angled it towards me.

"Open up," he growled and pushed his cockhead against my lips.

I opened my mouth to ask him to be careful but before I could speak he pushed his cockhead between my lips and over my tongue. From instinct I fastened my lips tightly around the bulging head as if to stop it going deeper.

He waited a moment for me to relax before pushing it further. His rigid cock pulsed in my mouth as it slowly slid in inch by inch. As it bulged my cheek, spittle was already gathering on the corners of my mouth.

Using his hands on my head and the sway of his hips he began fucking my mouth. I was experienced at deep throating so wasn't too panic-stricken at the prospect if he tried that. However he didn't last long enough for that to happen.

I heard his loud groans of pleasure as his cock jumped between my lips and the first shot of hot cum hit my tongue. When my mouth filled as he emptied his load into me I began swallowing his slippery cum.

As he climbed off me I felt the woman replace him. Silky thighs pressed against me as she knelt astride me. I was still gasping from my arousal when soft flesh brushed my face. What was unmistakably a round, hard nipple was pushed between my open semen-coated lips. She tugged my hair,

"Suck it," she hissed. I'm horny too"

I had done that to women many times before, and without hesitation I began sucking. It was as always very strange to feel a woman's nipple in my mouth. In a weird way it felt as if I was sucking myself, except that it was her clit that would be responding and not mine. She alternated her breasts for my mouth to work on and I could tell that it was having its effect on her. Her breathing had quickened and her fingers on my face were trembling slightly, "Your lips feel so good," she murmured, "I want them on my pussy."

I felt her shift on the bed and then she was kneeling above me and I could smell her pussy barely inches away from my face. In my horny state the scent of her arousal musk was strangely exciting. With a shock I felt a few drops of her pussy juice drip onto my lips and I knew that she really was aroused. She gently lifted my head until my lips felt her wet heat,

"Drink your fill, sweetheart," she urged, with a slight catch in her voice.

Time stood still and nothing existed for me but the smooth hairless quim that was pressing on my mouth. I don't know if it was my imagination but her outer labia felt very large. I was lost in a world of blackness, aware only of the feel of her moist, clinging pussy lips and her heat and smell.

As I had done with other women I tried to give her what I loved receiving and concentrated like mad. The use of my fingers would have been a great help but I had to rely on my lips and tongue. I quivered as I felt the man begin to stroke my pussy but I was unable to fully concentrate on the pleasure as I sucked the dripping pussy.

Gosh, she had a powerful musk. It was an exotic mix of some spicy perfume and her pungent pussy odor. I began to feel giddy from a lack of oxygen and her smells. My lips were sucking in small mounds of her slippery flesh for my tongue to bathe. I desperately licked her in long lingering sweeps. As she squeezed her long thick outer lips against my face I was having to keep swallowing her tart juices. Occasionally some got up my nose and she had to ease back as I spluttered for air.

"I need to cum" she groaned. "Do me, baby," she ordered.

She shifted position a little until I felt the plump fleshy knob of her clit at my mouth. I closed my lips around it and she gave a long moan. I drew it deeper into my mouth, cradling it on my tongue and she squirmed on my face as I sucked. She came at once.

Her sudden scream of orgasm startled me and I stopped sucking. But it made no difference; she had already tipped over the threshold into ecstasy. Her thighs tightened around my ears and the wet flesh of her pussy palpitated on my lips. As she rode my face it felt as if my trapped lips were being sucked into her twitching pussy.

I gasped with relief when her wet folds peeled away from my lips with a wet slurping noise. My face was drenched and sticky and the silk blindfold felt damp against my eyelids.

I became aware again of the man's hand on my own pussy. Thank god I thought - I badly need to cum again. I was surprised at how doing the woman had added to my arousal.

My neck was painfully stiff and my jaws ached. I desperately needed a drink to clear my mouth of male and female cum. Despite that I was still caught up in the sex and horny as hell.

I grunted with satisfaction as a finger entered me. I could tell it was his. He fucked me slowly with it, his knuckle kneading my walls as it teased the soft spongy knot of my G spot. Then he added a second finger to fuck my slit with a scissors movement. I began to buck my hips as far as I could, wanting more. The two fingers were fucking me the way a dick might, only differently. They had more control than a dick, curving up into me, touching the right places.

He slipped a third finger in, almost without me noticing until I became aware of how full my pussy was feeling. The searching fingers were curved toward my stomach now, stroking my tingling G spot. Familiar pressure was building inside me, wanting desperately to be released.

Then the woman's warm wet mouth closed over a nipple and an orgasm began to build. I found myself wriggling desperately, fucking the fingers in me with my restrained hips. He must have sensed my approaching climax and stroked my clit with his free hand,

"Oh, are you going to cum? You gonna cum for us?"

I hadn't heard his confident, controlling voice for a while and amazingly those words were the final touch to push me screaming into a stomach-churning intense orgasm.

I uttered a series of high-pitched screams in quick succession as from the combined stimuli to my pussy, clit and nipple, I melted into a rolling, quivering climax with blood pounding madly in my head. It was just as well the radio was drowning them or we would have had hotel security investigating.

As I lay still in a blissful aftermath I heard a few mumbled words and the door opened and closed. I guessed that was the woman departing. Strangely, I suddenly wished that I had seen her. I wondered if she was the stranger's wife or girlfriend; if so then she was sexually fortunate. Then his hands were undoing my cuffs and I stretched gratefully. My instinct was to remove the blindfold but as my hands went to it he stopped me,

"Not yet...I'll help you dress."

When my clothes were back on he led me out of the room. As we walked along the corridor I felt disoriented as if I had been dreaming everything that had happened. I felt and heard us getting into the elevator and then the blindfold was gone. I opened my eyes blinkingly to see the stranger gazing at me. His expression was inscrutable but I was sure I could detect some tenderness.

I felt I should say something. But I was dazed and totally lost for words that were appropriate for what had taken place. I almost giggled hysterically when I imagined myself saying politely: Thank you for a lovely fuck. So I ended up saying nothing.

When the elevator reached the ground floor he stood still and indicated that I should get out. As I gaped at him in surprise he leaned forward and kissed me gently on the forehead,

"I'll be gone by the morning...thank you for an exciting evening."

The elevator door closed and I was left standing in a state of shock. When I got back to my room, I realized that I hadn't even said goodbye. Well, that's a night to remember, I thought as I stroked my tender pussy.

Then I told myself with a chuckle - hell, I really must stay at this hotel again!

THE END