I’m a married woman in my early 30s. I work for a software sales company and travel a lot on business. On one of those trips I was sitting in my hotel bar after a long and tiring day. The bar was crowded, but I was not interested in company. So I could only sigh when this man walked over and sat down at my table. He was about 40 and a little overweight. Before I could tell him to get lost, he spoke.
“Look, I’m sorry, I’m new at this,” he said nervously. “It’s just that my friends sent me over, and we were wondering, how much for the four of us?”
Oh my god! I thought. In all my travels, this had never happened before. But perhaps I did kind of look the part. My skirt was cut a little above the knee. I had taken my jacket off, and my blue turtleneck top was tight around my tits. But even so, I wouldn’t have expected to be taken for a hooker! I fought to keep my cool. My first instinct was to throw my drink in his face. Instead I smiled at him, and, to my great surprise, I suddenly found myself getting excited. And wet.
It’s amazing how these things happen. The man pointed out his friends, and I looked them over. They all looked like him. Tired businessmen, middle-aged and probably all married.
“Four thousand dollars,” I heard myself say. Well, I thought, that should get rid of him all right.
He looked shocked for a minute, but he didn’t leave. I took a sip of my drink. Then he said, “Okay. Room 620.” Then he got up and left quickly, followed by his friends.
When they were gone I took a deep breath. Then, not allowing myself to think about what I was doing, I paid my tab and headed for the elevator.
I found the room and knocked on the door. I didn’t even feel nervous I didn’t feel much of anything, except that quiver of excitement. The man who had approached me opened the door. He told me his name was Steve, and his friends were Leonard, Patrick and Vincent. They offered me a drink, and as I looked into their eyes I could see that they were more nervous than I was.
“Business first,” I said then, just like a real pro. Steve reached into his pocket and counted out 40 crisp 100 bills. And I took them. Now it was official. I was a whore.
I told them to sit on the couch, and when they did I stood on the coffee table in the middle of the room and started a slow striptease. Swaying my hips back and forth I teasingly peeled down my skirt. The men were watching avidly, and it intensified my arousal. I slowly took my panties off and flung them at Steve. I felt so wicked, standing there naked from the waist down. I turned around to show them my ass, then pulled my top over my head and turned back before slowly removing my bra.
I could see the bulges in the front of their pants now. I got down on all fours and crawled off the table onto the floor, then crawled over to Steve and unzipped his fly. A nice-size cock sprang into view. He lifted his buttocks and I pulled his pants lower, then wrapped my mouth around his prick. It fit in nicely. I started bobbing my head up and down, purposely making sucking sounds. I could hear panting and murmuring from his friends.
After a few minutes of licking and sucking Steve’s dick, I stopped and looked around. The other guys were just sitting there staring at us.
“Why don’t you guys get naked?” I said. “I think my pussy needs some tending to.”
That was all it took. They were naked in a flash. As I continued to suck Steve’s cock, Vincent got behind me, and I felt his cockhead against my pussy. It felt big. I pushed back at him as he slowly inched his cock inside me. I continued to suck on Steve for all I was worth, while Vincent kept driving into me. Twice I thought he was all the way in, until he continued to push further. I heard myself moaning around Steve’s cock.
Then, without warning, Steve came, shooting his load down my throat. I gripped the base of his dick and stroked it, milking out every last drop. Steve just keep saying, “Jesus, Jesus!” over and over.
Now Vincent grabbed my hips and started really fucking me, plowing into me again and again, his heavy balls slapping against my clit. Steve got out of the way, and Leonard quickly took his place, his cock bouncing before my face. I couldn’t suck him just then I was getting fucked so hard, and loving every minute of it. I grabbed Leonard’s cock and just held it to my face, moaning against it as Vincent moved even deeper. And then I came, hard, yelling loud enough for the neighbors to hear. As I did so I felt Leonard’s cock spewing, his come splashing all over my face and hair. It added to my joy. A moment later Vincent pulled out of me and came all over my back.
Patrick was watching all this and stroking himself. I told him to lie down on the coffee table, and he did so, his cock pointing right at the ceiling. I got on top of him and slowly impaled myself on that hard pole. It was not as big as Vincent’s cock, but it felt great. He played with my tits as I rode him, making little moaning sounds in his throat.
As I was fucking Patrick, Steve got on the table behind me. His dick was hard again, and I could feel it against my lower back Then he pushed me forward, and I felt his cockhead at my asshole. I was not quite ready for that, but the truth is that it felt great as he pushed it into me. He and Patrick got into a rhythm, and they soon had me yelling with pleasure. I came hard, and my spasming set Patrick off too. He tried to pull out of me, but with his friend on top it was impossible, and he shot his load deep inside me. I continued to grind against him while Steve kept thrusting in and out of my ass. He was still doing so as Leonard came over to stand in front of me, his semi-revived dick bobbing in front of him. Steve finally came, and as he pulled out I took Leonard’s dick in my mouth and gave him the blowjob I had denied him before.
When I got off Patrick the come was running out of my pussy and ass and down my legs.
“God, she is so fucking hot!” I heard Leonard say. “Let’s do it again tomorrow!”
“Great idea,” Steve said. “How about it, honey?”
I hesitated for a long minute. Then I had an inspiration. “Sorry, guys,” I told them, “but tomorrow is Friday, and my price doubles.”
They looked at each other for a second or two, and then they shrugged. “Okay,” Steve said. “Same time, same place.”
I was obviously in the wrong business, and I thought maybe I should make a change. I wonder what my husband would think about that.”"Name and address withheld
Great story, would like to read more by this writer.