Gender: Female Age: 53 Location: NE England
Several months ago I was asked to set up a new project for my company, in Europe. It meant being away from home four or five nights every week, staying in wonderful hotels. It was only meant to last for three months, and the money that I was offered was out of this world.
The first couple of weeks were fantastic; eating in superb restaurants, living like a lady of leisure, and then the novelty wore off. One hotel began to resemble another, and I was becoming bored and lonely.
Everything changed one night in Brussels. I had just finished eating dinner, when our European IT Director, Marcus, entered the bistro. “Andrea? Hi! I thought it was you,” he greeted me, kissing me on both cheeks, then sat down, next to me. I’d been introduced to him, the previous week, and had been mesmerised by his pale blue eyes, and sportsman’s stature. One of my assistants had told me that he had a ‘reputation’ among the female staff, and may have fathered at least two of their babies.
Without stopping for breath, he called the young waitress over and ordered more coffee. When she stood next to him, his hand rested on her bottom, as she leaned forward, to take his order. This wasn’t unusual, as Marcus was a jolly, ‘feely-touchy’ type of person; nothing seemed to upset him and he was incredibly self-confident, not surprising, for a 50-year-old multi-millionaire.
“How are you enjoying yourself? Is the hotel looking after you?” He laughed as he winked at me. I told him that it had been great, but with being away so much, I was bored and couldn’t wait for my job to end, the following month. While we drank our coffee, Marcus cheered me up, with stories about his life; he had been a lifeguard in Spain, a market trader in London and even a ‘male model’ in Canada. Taking my hand, “I’m going for a swim, will you join me?” He asked.
“I haven’t got a swimming costume, with me,” I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.
“I’ll buy you one. Come with me,” and the next that I knew, we were standing in the hotel shop, and he was holding a white bikini in front of me, “This looks like your size,” he grinned. “It might be, but it won’t cover very much!” I laughed, as I picked out a more modest one-piece suit. “No! I like this one,” he said as he walked past me, telling the assistant to charge it to the company account. Handing it to me, he told me, “I’ll meet you in the pool.” Then disappeared.
I looked at my reflection in the changing room mirror, “My God! It really doesn’t cover much!” I thought to myself. It did look very sexy. My 38DD breasts are still quite firm, but were nearly falling out of this bra, and the briefs were so low and small, they didn’t even cover all of my bushy pubes.
Self-conscious and embarrassed, I walked towards Marcus, who was the only person in the pool. He looked really good, as he leant against the side. His hair was thick and wavy, greying at the sides, and his muscular chest and stomach were covered in tight, curly hair, which was also grey. He waved his hand, beckoning me beside him. “I was right, you look magnificent. Your husband is a very lucky man, I will now feel guilty every time I send you away.”
I blushed as I slid into the cold water, which instantly made my nipples poke through the skimpy material. “Pleased to see me?” He laughed, as he raised his eyebrows. I grinned, as I swam away, doing a very basic breast- stroke. He quickly caught up, and chatted to me as we swam.
After five minutes I became tired, so we stopped. I held onto the pool- side, while Marcus chided me for being unfit, and tormented me by tickling my sides, and diving between my legs, tugging at my feet. I couldn’t remember the last time that I had laughed so much.
“Let’s go in the Jacuzzi,” he said, as he climbed out of the pool. He had already started the bubbles, when I approached. The smile on his face told me something was wrong; I looked down, my white bikini had become almost transparent! Not only could he see my pink nipples, but my pubes were also, clearly visible! I looked shocked, and pretended to cover myself with my hands. The effect I was having on him was exciting me.
“You don’t need to do that, you look beautiful,” he reassured me, as I sat beside him. His constant chatter and flirting combined with the warm bubbles made me relax, very quickly.
Marcus put his arm around my shoulder, and began whispering, how sexy and gorgeous I was, and how much he’d fancied me when he had first met me. Then he kissed and nibbled my ear, it felt wonderful as I closed my eyes, and drifted off to some hot beach in the Caribbean. One of his hands slowly stroked my left breast as the other slid over my stomach, then, inside the elastic of my pants.
I should have stopped him, but I hadn’t had sex for over a week, and he was making my love nest tingle like a honeymooner. Two of his fingers were now rolling around my nipple, while his other hand was tugging at my long pubes.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered, as his large middle finger eased my love lips apart, and poked inside my hole. I gasped, and nodded. Quickly he inserted a second finger, and pressed his palm against my clit. Just using his wrist, he built up a rhythm, fingering me and rubbing my clit. It felt so good I had to push my face into his shoulder, to stop myself screaming, when an orgasm tore through me.
Ken gently kissed me, when I opened my eyes. “Let’s go in the steam room,” he said, as he guided me up the steps. My legs were still shaking as we entered. Marcus whispered something to the young assistant, who grinned as he grabbed a couple of towels. “I’ve told him that I’ll give him €50, not to disturb us.” The boy winked, as he opened the door.
Obviously, it was incredibly hot, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Once inside we began kissing, all tongues and passion. He unclipped my bra, and dropped it to the floor. His tongue and hands ran over my nipples, making me groan so much; he began suckling my little rosebuds. While he was doing this I was pulling his trunks over his hard-on, which was difficult, as it was so big.
We were now sweating heavily, which made the scene even sexier.
"Suck me!” He whispered into my ear. He made himself comfortable on the bench, as I knelt in front of him. His cock was magnificent: much longer and thicker than my husbands, with a huge pair of hairy balls hanging below. I pulled the foreskin back, and took the knob into my mouth and sucked and licked the tip; forcing my tongue into the tiny hole (I know that this drives men crazy), he was moaning and groaning as I gently twisted my hands around the shaft. I continued doing this for a couple of minutes, then stopped, and kissed the tip, “Let’s make love” he whispered, as he stroked hair.
I slid my pants off, as I stood up. Revelling in my nakedness, I lay down on our towels and spread my legs for him. He knelt between them and ran his knob up and down my slit; “I don’t want to make love.” I purred, “I want you to fuck me! Fuck me! Put it in! Fuck me!”
With one thrust, he slid inside. I gasped and groaned. His cock felt wonderful as it filled my fanny. Instinctively I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him. Undulating beneath him, I met each deep thrust, with an upward arch of my pelvis. Sweat was dripping from both of our bodies as he hammered away, fucking me like a wild animal.
Easing himself back onto his knees, Marcus ordered me, “Bend over, get on your knees.” His cock came out very easily, as I was incredibly turned on and soaked in sweat. I took up the position that he wanted. My legs were now wide apart for his easy access. He ran his hands over my buttocks, and breasts, teasing my nipples. Sliding a finger over my bum hole, he made me moan. I heard him laugh out loud. “You like that, do you? Tell me what you want?” he asked.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” I answered.
Sam, my husband, had always wanted me to talk like this during sex, but I had never been comfortable; now it came very naturally. It was what I wanted: a good hard fucking.
Marcus ran the tip of his cock along my swollen slit, then pulled away, and nudged it against my bum hole. “No! Not there!” I pleaded, but because of the sweat and my state of arousal, his large cock edged in very easily. I let out a primeval grunt. I’d never felt anything like it; the pain wasn’t like I had imagined it would be, my hole was stinging like mad, and my cavity was being stretched beyond belief. After a few seconds, I was enjoying it. Marcus was, now, fucking my arse with ease, the sweat acting as a lubricant. I greeted every stroke, with the same sexy grunt. This was absolutely fabulous.
“Do you like this?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“I can’t hear you. What did you say?” he laughed.
“Yes! Yes! I like it!” I shouted.
“What do you like? Tell me again. What do you like!” he continued, his thrusts speeding up, his cock going into my arse deeper, and deeper with each thrust.
“I love fucking!” I grunted, as I clung onto the wooden seat. “I like being fucked in the arse! I love being fucked in the arse!” I shocked myself, but it was true, I loved being fucked in my tight, virgin arse. With one last push, his body tensed and he emptied his spunk filled balls into my bottom. We remained joined for a few seconds, then he slowly pulled his cock out, making my arse-hole sting again. We both flopped onto the bench, clinging to each other. As we lay together I could feel his spunk running out of my stretched hole onto my thighs.
Marcus kissed me, as we wrapped ourselves in the towels, and went for a shower. We didn’t speak a word.
In the shower my nipples were still rock hard as I soaped my breasts. With the pulsating water beating down onto my private parts, I couldn’t resist masturbating. My fanny was still wet and my clit sticking out like a button.
I rubbed it with my left hand, and slid my other hand, further between my legs, my arse was still stretched and extended, so for the first time in my life I put two fingers in, and finger-fucked my own arse hole while I rubbed my clit. The orgasm was awesome.
When I had dressed, I was surprised to see Marcus waiting for me in the bar. He was drinking a beer and had a glass of wine, for me.
Embarrassed at my behaviour with a relative stranger, who was also my boss; I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I muttered, “I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry. That must never happen again. You mustn’t tell anyone what I did.”
He took my hand, “As long as you agree to keep seeing me, no one will never find out. But….” he paused, “ If you don’t, who knows what I would do?” He was smiling, but his eyes told me that the threat was serious.
I hardly slept that night, thinking about Marcus. The sex had been better than anything I had ever experienced, during or before my marriage. I wanted more, but knew that I had to end it immediately, but what would happen if he told people?
At about 3 o’clock, the following afternoon, the telephone rang; it was Marcus, “Just checking, to see how you are. Is everything okay?” he asked. “Yes, but I must see you, I need to see you.” I stammered, “Okay,” he replied, and the phone went dead.
A minute later there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, he was standing there, grinning sheepishly, “Surprise!” then he kissed me firmly on the lips, holding my face in his hands. Kicking the door closed, he began unbuttoning my shirt, stroking my huge breasts, with his fingers, at the same time. As my shirt was being dropped to the floor, I pleaded, “No, no, we mustn’t, please, no!” My bra had now joined my shirt, and he was sucking my nipples. I was holding his head, pressing it into my breasts, “Stop! Stop! This is wrong!” I was now sighing as I spoke. My skirt was around my ankles, and his hands were squeezing my arse cheeks, and stroking my stocking clad legs.
“Get on the bed” he ordered me, as he stood beside it, taking his shirt off.
“Take your knickers off,” I slid my white thong demurely down my legs, as he took his shoes and socks off.
“Open your legs and show me your cunt,” I spread them and parted my lips, as he took down his trousers.
“Is it wet?” he asked as he threw his pants onto a chair. His cock pointing at me, getting harder by the second.
I ran my finger along the slit, which made me sigh. I nodded in the affirmative.
He was now kneeling in front of me, his cock positioned at my entrance, “Is it still wrong?” he asked. I nodded my head,
“Do you want me to stop?” he smiled.
I shook my head, as he slid his cock inside my pussy.
He continued, “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fill me full of spunk!” I was turning myself on using this dirty language, “Harder, harder…. Yes…. Fuck me… harder!” He did just that, hammering his long, hard cock into me, making me tremble, with excitement. My arms where gripping him as tightly as I could muster, I didn’t want this to stop.
“Where do you want my spunk?” he whispered in my ear. “What do you mean?” I groaned, as his cock glided up and down my love tunnel.
Gently, he removed my arms and moved back onto his knees, keeping his cock in place.
As he roughly groped my heaving breasts, he asked, “Do you want me to fuck your arse, again?” Biting my lip in anticipation, I meekly nodded.
“Well what do you say? Ask nicely.” He chuckled.
For the first time I realised that I was grinning from ear to ear, “Please. Please, will you fuck my arse!” I said as cheekily as possible.
“Bend over, then,” he told me as he pulled his cock out of my quim.
I rolled over, and placed two pillows under my tummy, spread my legs a little and braced myself. I felt him drool spit between my cheeks, and spread it across my tiny hole. This time I would be a lot tighter; I stifled a scream as he nudged his cock in. It was an incredible mixture of pleasure and pain as his large cock eased into my arse. Eventually I could felt his rough pubes press against my cheeks. His whole 7 inches was inside, and I was moaning and groaning like porn star.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he told me as he started fucking me, gently.
“Does your husband know what a dirty bitch his wife is? I bet you don’t let him fuck you in the arse! What would he say if he knew that I was fucking his pretty wife’s arse?” Marcus laughed at me.
“Don’t tell him! I’ll do anything! Don’t tell him!” I shouted as I frantically rubbed my clit, while he rammed his 7 inches of hard cock in and out of my once tiny arsehole.
As I was shouting his body tensed and I felt every ounce of spunk hit the inside walls, as my own orgasm sent electric shocks to my brain. He collapsed on top of me, and took the opportunity to roughly squeeze my breasts.
His spunk made it easier for him to withdraw.
We spent the rest of the afternoon and five more afternoons and nights, over the next couple of weeks, fucking and sucking, like teenagers.
During the third week, of our affair, we where lying together, after a particularly heavy session, when he turned to me and said, “ You once said that you would do anything, to stop me telling your husband, about us.”
I looked at him, nodded and smiled. As he was so imaginative, I presumed that he was going to suggest a new position or even a dressing up game,
“We have a customer coming over from Ghent, on Wednesday. He would like the company of a young woman.”
I looked shocked, “I’ve decided to send you!”
“You’ve decided! What do you think I am?” I spat the words out.
He held my chin and kissed me; “You will be anything that I want you to be!” and smiled as he kissed me again, “You don’t want your little husband to find out about you, do you? You would have to leave your very well paid job, and, well, could your marriage survive such a scandal? Anyway, I’ll be there, to hold your hand.” He was laughing at me now.
While we got dressed, he gave me €500 for some new clothes, to impress his client, and I had to buy some very expensive underwear ‘just in case’! “Don’t worry about the cost, it’s a legitimate company expense!” he joked, “Spend what you like, as long as you get a receipt!”
When I got over the shock, the idea of being a secret prostitute amused me.
During the next two days I spent every penny of his money, buying a sexy red dress and a matching set of silver and black underwear, with some sheer stockings.
On the Wednesday night, I arrived at the restaurant, as arranged, but instead of only Marcus being with the client, Vaughan, one of his fellow directors was also there, with another young Belgian man.
I was surprised to find that the Belgians, Luc and Jean Yves, were both black. Luc was much darker than the younger one, and was handsome, in a rugged kind of way. The introductions were made, and they all seemed impressed with me, Luc asking me to sit between his partner and himself. I kept looking at Luc, wondering whether it was true, about ‘black men’!
After a wonderful meal, with plenty of wine, Jean Yves suggested going to a Disco, across the road. I danced and flirted with Luc for over an hour, and drank the wildest cocktails imaginable. Dancing so close to him, and knowing what he thought I was, made me very horny. I was looking forward to screwing him, when I got back to his hotel room.
At midnight Vaughan looked at his watch, and rounded everyone up. At the taxi rank, he asked the first driver if he would take five passengers in the cab; at first he refused, then Marcus slipped two €20 notes into his hand. Looking at me, the driver said, “the lady will have to sit on somebody’s knee. But I don’t think that will bother her!”
Marcus got in the front, as the other three struggled into the back. Although it was a large car, it was difficult for me, as I manoeuvred along the first set of knees, drunkenly stumbling, landing face first into Vaughan’s lap. Grabbing my tits, he shouted, “She’s ready, drive on!” As he fumbled with my breasts, the hem of my dress was lifted up, around my waist, showing my G-String and suspenders. The Belgian's hands were now tentatively stroking my stockings and arse. When I didn’t complain, Luc parted my legs, and ran his finger along my crack, pulling my gusset to one side, for a look at my fanny. “I see she is a aux natural! Plenty of hair!” He laughed, as he ran his fingers through my pubes. It was bliss as three sets of hands explored my body. Vaughan, now, had a hand down the top of my dress and was squeezing my tits, Luc and Jean Yves both had their hands inside my knickers, touching and fingering my fanny. When my eyes met with Marcus, he blew me a kiss, and couldn’t hide the grin on his face.
My G-String was now around my knees, as both Belgians fingered me at the same time. I was squirming with pleasure and discomfort, when the driver announced that we were at the hotel. I looked up to see that he had adjusted his mirror to watch us, on the back seat.
As the men got out of the car, I managed to pull my panties up, and pop my tits back into my bra, before I made my entrance.
In the hotel foyer, I looked at Marcus, “What now?” I whispered. He exchanged glances with the others, “Unless anyone has any objections, I think we should all retire to Luc’s room for a night cap.”
“But, I thought that you wanted me to..” again I whispered. Kissing me on the cheek, and patting my bottom, he whispered back, “Be patient, you’ll get all the fucking that you need, before the night is out.”
Once inside the room, Jean Yves went to the mini-bar and started pouring drinks, for everyone. Luc suddenly grabbed me by the waist and clumsily kissed me, then started dancing, holding me very close.
I shot a look at Marcus, then at the door; implying that they should leave now. He smiled, and nodded in the direction of the others.
Shit! He expected me to have sex with all three! My stomach turned, but as I looked around the room, Vaughan and Jean Yves were already getting undressed. My heart was thumping. It was too late for me to change my mind, and in my drunken state, the idea was beginning to appeal!
As we danced, Luc unzipped my dress; I let it fall to the floor. As he pulled away, I stepped out of it; just wearing my new bra, panties, suspenders and stockings. The Belgians stared at my breasts, then each other, then my breasts again. Jean Yves pulled down his boxers, and smiled at me. Pointing to his cock he asked, “can I have a blow-job?” I dropped to my knees and began licking his shaft and balls, my pale white hands contrasting with his chocolate coloured shaft. It was about six inches long, and quite fat, with a soft fleshy hood. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, then covered his knob, with my mouth, blowing and sucking, at the same time. As I sucked him, I gently twisted my hands around the shaft, the way that Marcus likes. He was purring like a kitten.
My eyes registered some movement; the other three men were standing around us, sporting hard cocks, waiting in turn for a blowjob too!
Still kneeling, I felt deliciously depraved, as I took it in turns sucking and licking all four cocks, for five or six minutes. I loved it, as I compared the different shapes and sizes; Vaughan’s was very similar to my husbands, but Luc was huge, bigger and thicker than, even, Marcus, perhaps 9 inches long! I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me.
“That’s enough!” Marcus took charge, “Get on the bed, and show us what we brought you here for!” With a huge smile on my face, I stood up and finally removed my bra, freeing my bouncing breasts. Luc couldn’t wait, and moved forward to lick my tits, my nipples were so hard, it hurt when he sucked them! Marcus tapped him on the arm, and pointed me to the bed.
I climbed on, lay on my back, raised my legs in the air, and slowly peeled my panties off, keeping my legs together. When they were off, I spread my legs, exposing my soaking wet, fur lined, fanny for them to see.
“Look at that cunt!” Vaughan gasped, “It looks like it’s on fire!”
Luc laughed, “It is too wet to be on fire!”
“Who’s going first?” Vaughan asked. “It’s only fair that our guest should take the honours,” and pushed Luc forward. Without any graces, he slid his massive ebony cock into my sopping hole, and started frantically fucking me. I was in Heaven, with my knees pulled up by his sides, as I tossed my head from side to side while he banged away, filling me full of his black meat. “Oh. That’s so good,” I moaned, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard! Yes! Fuck me with your massive cock!” I squealed. Jean Yves climbed beside my head and offered me his cock; I opened my mouth for him to push it in. It went right to the back of my throat, his hairy balls slapping against my chin. All I could do was let them fuck me at both ends. I had an image of my husband barging in and catching me, being fucked by two black men; I didn’t know whether he would have a heart attack or a wank!
At the sight of me sucking Jean Yves, Luc speeded up and splashed his thick cream into my womb. As he pulled out, I concentrated on my blowjob, sucking and licking the knob, making his body shake! Unable to stop himself, he held my head and shot his load into my mouth; it was hot and bittersweet. I hadn’t even let Marcus come in my mouth, never mind my husband! As his cream slid over my tongue and down my throat, I found myself enjoying the taste. "What had I been missing all of these years!" I thought.
My hand had now inadvertently wandered down to my clit, which was throbbing. With my legs still wide apart, I frigged myself to a wonderful orgasm in front of the four men.
As I wiped the spunk from my mouth, I looked up to see Vaughan standing next to the bed, rubbing his cock; we smiled at each other. Holding my ankles he lifted my stocking clad legs, and placed them on his shoulders. His stubby cock went in with ease. After two or three thrusts; he leaned forward, pushing my legs back, onto my shoulders. The position, and his thick cock, was making it hard for me to breathe, I screwed my face.
“I think she likes a bit of pain!” I heard a familiar voice tell the others, “Ask her if she likes it.”
Vaughan did as he was told, “ Do you like it? Do you like it when I fuck you this way?” “Yes! Yes!” I answered, through gritted teeth. His thrusts became faster and harder, “Does it hurt, when I fuck you?” he asked, “Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!” I screamed. He responded, by fucking me so hard, I thought that his balls were inside too! With a series of grunts he emptied his balls, filling me with his steaming spunk. When he pulled out, he gently guided my legs back to their normal position. My stomach was aching, but my fanny felt like it really was on fire.
“Turn over, get on all fours!” Marcus ordered me.
Slowly, I rolled over, and placed the pillows under my aching tummy, preparing myself for what was to come next. My bottom, which was framed by the stockings and suspenders, was pointing towards him.
“What do you want now?” he asked, for all to hear.
“Fuck my arse!” I replied, spreading my legs for him, “What? We didn’t hear you?” he laughed, as he asked again. Smiling at the thought of what he was about to do to me, in front of three strangers, I shouted, “Fuck my arse! Fill my arse full of spunk! Fuck me now! Come on Fuck me!”
The combination of him regularly fucking my arse and the spunk, from my fanny, made him slide in with the greatest of ease. I no longer grunted when we did this, as I was so stretched. It felt like a normal fuck, only dirtier! As he fucked my arse, I sucked Luc’s cock, which was as hard as before. It didn’t take Marcus long to fire his juice, filling my body with even more sperm.
When he pulled out, Luc decided he would ‘ try my brown hole too’, and moved behind me. Although Marcus had already stretched my hole, Luc’s cock felt as if it would tear me in two. It was only half way in and I was wriggling and squirming, trying to accommodate it all. Luc laughed as he gripped my hips.
“Stay still, and it won’t hurt so much,” Marcus shouted.
“That’s easy for you to say!” I shouted back, “Nobody’s trying to shove a salami up your arse, are they?” The men all laughed. After a minute or so, Luc managed to get all of his cock inside, completely filling my back passage. Once he had found a rhythm that I liked, we fucked like crazy for ten or fifteen minutes. As he fucked my arse, he turned to Marcus, “ What a woman! Where did you find her? I’ve never known a woman like cock as much as this!” Then, looking at my left hand, “Shit! She’s married! Her husband is one lucky guy!” then, as he finally fired his second lot of come, into me, he added, “If I can fuck her on every visit, you can have all of my business!”
When Luc rolled off, he was replaced by Jean Yves, then Vaughan, who both said that they had always wanted to fuck a woman in the arse, but had never dared to ask!
When Jean Yves finished with me for the third time, Vaughan and Luc had already fallen asleep, in two armchairs. When I stood up, to get dressed. Jean Yves sheepishly handed me my dress. My cunt and brown ring were, now, so stretched, their juices ran straight back out, and down my legs; I didn’t care, I just grinned drunkenly, as my head was spinning, and my legs wobbled.
Marcus led me to my room, and made sure that I got into bed, safely, kissing me ‘goodnight’.
The following day, I met him, for lunch, where he thanked me for my ‘performance’, as it had helped confirm the large order. As thanks, he gave me a company credit card, for my ‘business expenses’ and promoted me, with a huge pay rise!
I am no longer based in Brussels, but whenever the company needs someone to 'clinch' an order I am only a phone call away!
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