"I want you to line up your friends and watch them do me—for your pleasure."
That is how the conversation evolved with Kellie over a three month seduction that often included me stroking my shaft and her plunging her fingers deep inside of her soaked vagina—always ending with explosive orgasms. Unfortunately, those days were limited to torturous hot midday phone sex sessions, which was our only option at the time.
Kellie and I met online, and danced around each other coyly via IM which was dangerous, as I am married and a public fortune 500 executive who would have some serious music to face if caught. We talked soon thereafter once we discovered our mutual compatibility and penchant for erotic adventure. During the next two months that followed, we talked more and more, planning a sultry rendezvous in New York City that because we were divided by international borders and both living with our partners, proved more challenging than we imagined. Then, my iPhone rang. "I'm booked," Kellie said. "I booked a flight to NYC and can't wait to touch you, taste you—and get fucked by a line of men you bring over. Pull this off and I'll thank you profusely."
I felt my heart rate kick into high gear—and my cock fill up with blood and thicken as images of the possibilities flashed cinematically through my head. Then fear, the kind that a low altitude B.A.S.E. jump instills.
The days ticked past, one by one, until the day finally arrived: I booked a room at a swanky Manhattan Meat Packing District hotel, made famous by old reruns of Sex & the City, and sent invitations to ten of my most deviant friends to join me for a "feast." A picture of Kellie's beautiful lean body was attached. When the day came, I arrived early and prepared the room. I positioned a tall glistening blue bottle of Skyy Vodka in ice on a small round side table next to two thin Martini glasses and a few mixers. My iPod played a continuous loop of euphoric music, filling the room with a beat that illustrated the urgency Kellie described her pussy as having. Around the headboard, I wrapped climbing rope with three knots, each with a carabiner for clipping her wrist restraints in a variety of positions—something she had asked for, and I was happy to oblige. A bag of sex toys and a lovely cut glass bowl filled with condoms sat near the bed with my note, "Do Not Open Until I Arrive." Then I left, and once back down on the Manhattan street, I breathed in the icy air trying to calm myself, but it only made my heart race more.
When she finally called, her familiar voice whispered, "I'm here—and I'm ready." I barely remember rushing through town to get to the hotel; only pushing open the door to see the naughty grin on Kellie's face. I immediately regarded the shape of her legs, then her buttocks, then the way her stockings climbed up and under her short black cocktail dress. She said she was nervous as I kissed her and I could feel the hint of a tremble in the muscles of her arms, so I hugged her and whispered out of a friendship that seemed of years, "Are you sure you want to do this?...You're so beautiful." When I kissed her again, she kissed back and whispered, "Absolutely, yes!"
I sat her down on the edge of the bed and positioned my chest between her thighs, slowly pulling her knees apart as I reached up and pushed her back gently. My hands slid up under her dress smoothly and cupped her round boyish ass as my tongue found it's way to the top of her thigh-highs and then to that spot where her La Perla panties met her leg. With every inch, I was learning a body I felt I had known and loved for decades.
I asked her to take a deep breath and close her eyes. She complied. She kept them closed, even though opening the latch to the small wooden sex toy chest clinked as if a lock had been sprung. First, I slid a new black leather blindfold over her eyes. She smiled. When it was in place and my tongue slipped between her lips I whispered, hearing my heart beat through my breath, "Raise your hands above your head." She complied again, grinning bigger, as I attached black leather wrist restraints on both of her smooth arms that smelled like fresh perfume. Then I secured her wrists to the carabiners high above her head. Standing back and looking devilishly at her tied up body, I realized she was all mine. I crawled back between her legs and pushed her silk dress up over her curvy hips. Her skin was olive and smooth and now just a tad moist from her nervousness and anticipation.
My tongue found every inch of bare skin between her stockings and her panties. I could smell the scent of her pussy growing stronger as she grew wetter. Slowly, I pulled her black panties to the side and my tongue made the final long awaited destination to her thin flowing red lips and moist insides. Her clit seemed as trapped and hungry as my cock ached to be free. I quickly removed my suit trousers and got back up on the bed, watching her biting her lip in anticipation.
"Turn your head to the side. I want to fuck your mouth," I issued. Again, she complied politely, opening her mouth immediately like a child awaiting the milk of her mother's breast.
She took every inch of me as my sack hit her smooth chiseled chin with every stroke. I could have easily came at that moment just at the site of her filled with my penis, but I still wanted to plunge inside many more parts of this delicious woman.
"Put your legs together," I barked. I took off her panties in one quick motion and threw her legs apart. Her pink, hot wetness was glistening with moisture. I quickly slipped on a condom and guided the head of my shaft between her lips and moved it up and over her clit. She was soaked. I could feel the pressure of her tightness and inside, her body seemed to grip and suck me, begging in a sense for my semen. I was coated with her white secretions up and down my shaft as I pulled out and plunged back in. As I leaned into her, I unclipped one of her hands and then the other. I turned her over and raised her ass high in the air. Her matte black high heel shoes were still on, and her dress was still hiked over her hips as I pushed her head down into a pillow and clipped her hands together and above her head onto the remaining loop. She moaned for me to fuck her deep and hard several times urgently. But before I would slowly ease my shaft back into her, I walked to the hotel room door, opened it quietly, and let my hungry guests inside.
Hearing this, she moaned even louder that she wanted all of them to fuck her, "Hard!" That she wanted as many cocks in side of her as we could fit. Kellie's line of men fantasy became a reality in the moments after the men filed in and for hours the sounds of long moaning orgasms and slapping sacks and slippery wetness filled the room, along with breaths, gasps, grunts, and the calm of releasing exhales. The smell of tangy cum and strong semen was in the air, too. I watched her smiling with each new penis that her open hungry mouth waited for. Her vagina was still as pink as it was the first time I saw it and still glistening with the shine of her several orgasms, the glass bowl nearly empty now.
Naked, tired and depleted we finished our night by pushing Kellie against the glass of the hotel window to do her one last time—as passers-by glanced up from the street below. Some stared, but most of them cheered her on which was when she turned her head to face me, mid-orgasm, and simply said through her panting, groaning mouth, "Thank you."—Tyler
