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middleageminx adventures in a hotelI had just returned to the bar from having a slash ….Greg had just got another round in and wewere continuing our chat and sneaking a view of the match onscreen. “Fuck’s sake!. ‘whispered Peter…” get a look of that !” Being the only one to hear the comment I turned to watch you settling yourself onto a stool at the bar. My eyes widened in appreciation at the sight of your short tight red dress and your criss-crossed tanned legs….” No bra , either….foxy, eh ! ?”, I motioned to the others….By now they had noticed you too and there was an understandable hiatus in the conversation about last night’s matches ! Jim was the one who got up and joined you at the bar. You had just been given your drink and were sipping it demurely. After the barman took Jim’s order Jim sidled a bit closer and made a comment that made you laugh..then Jim indicated our group and suggested you join us . You accepted readily and soon we were a cosy bunch in the corner seating. You told us about your business trip and how glad you were to get away from that afternoon’s meeting- you still had more meetings the next day but tonight you were just going to relax and have fun. We took in your chosen dress for the evening, complimenting you on your little red number! It was quite evident that underwear was not your thing…your firm nipples were impossible to ignore and the two guys either side of you made sure you knew of their admiration. The talk soon got around to ‘business’ trips and the like and before we could stop him Jim began telling us about what he and his secretary got up to at their most recent conference in Brum ! The smutty details didn’t seem to faze you so the talk quickly got more explicit. I was aware that Greg was having a crafty feel up as he pressed close to you; not that you indicated anything by your calm demeanour. Greg turned to me and showed me a couple of glistening fingers…” Fucking hell….she’s only got split-crotch panties on !”, he whispered before turning back to get another feel. That was too much ! I knocked a coaster onto the floor and leant right over….he was right ! I the gloom under the table I could see Greg’s hand plastered between your spread thighs. He eased his hand away to give me the unobstructed view of those red split-crotch panties and the dark shadow of your pubes above a decidedly moist and gaping güvenilir bahis slit. I dropped to my knees and shuffled closer…I could smell you now….that tantalising aroma of fresh cunt that had my cock twitching inside my executive trousers! Greg was frigging you again; then I touched his hand and it moved away. The first tonguetip swipe over your pubes made you jump but your thighs widened even more and I sent my rasping tongue deeper into your crotch, feeling your labia distort and flex under my more urgent probing.You voice faltered in mid-sentence as I added my fingers to the fun….twisting and reaming then inside your warm wet cunt. My thumb stroked over the apex of your sex and I felt your thighs straining shut as the sensations gripped you….the guys either side of you had twigged just what was going on and their hands pulled your thighs wide again.Now my mouth had fastened on your cunt, my tongue flexing and drilling, opening you up as I lanced fingers inside your streaming tight sheath. You were making appreciative noises and breathing a lot harder now. I could sense hands were caressing your belly, moving up to play with your breasts too. You moved your bum to the edge of the seat so I could really work my mouth, lips and tongue over and inside your splayed sex ! Your tasty juices were smeared all over my mouth and cheeks as I feasted between your trembling thighs, your bum lifting right off the seat as my lips and tongue worked your fleshy clit. I heard a sharp voice; the barman was warning everyone that this ‘situation’ was getting out of hand now….more murmuring , then I was being prompted to get out from under the table ! I wiped my face then made to finish my drink. Your dress was more or less made respectable then Greg started leading us all upstairs.Sandwiched between two guys I could see their hands on your bare bum , your flexing wet slit a sight to behold as I followed. Jim’s room was nearest and we all piled in. You sat heavily on the bed as trousers slid down in front of you, erections springing up, spattering precum over your face and breasts which had been exposed by Greg sitting beside you. Talk about ‘feeding frenzy’ ! I was last in so could not resume my position between your thighs…Pete claimed that privilege and you were soon gasping into Greg’s mouth as another tongue and mouth stoked those primitive urges in türkçe bahis your groin. Two stiff cocks were getting presented to your mouth and you started sucking urgently. Then you were thrown onto your back, your dress getting pulled right down and off. We could see your reddened sex pouting out of the split-crotch.One of the other guys then motioned everyone aside, pointing the camera…” Are you filming this !? ” , you cried….” I don’t think I want….!” ” Filming it, yeah ! And streaming it, darling ! Now be a good girl and put on a great show for everyone !” ” Oh god no! Please don’t show my face…my husband….!” Then you were flat on your back again, guys either side of you started to play with your breasts as Pete resumed eating you out. The filmer darted this way and that, yelling out instructions to Jim who was working his laptop.Bloody brilliant…it’s up ! Look !” A few of us moved over to look at the screen….he was right….there on the sex site was our scene. ” Hold on! I’m going to get a mask, guys !”, said one….” Don’t fancy this getting out ….anyone else ! ?” There was a pause as the more coy members of the group donned masks…” Bloody hell…do you always carry this many masks?”, I laughed, donning one before returning to the action ! With all the guys wearing masks it was time to fit yours….a tight leather , half-face affair with zips over the eyes. “Fucking hell, Jim….you seem to have all the gear!”, laughed Greg as Jim twirled a ball-gag around, waiting for you to be securely hooded…then the gag was shoved in your mouth and buckled on.We could see your fearful eyes , blinking through the open eye slits. A chair was shoved into the middle of the room ; you were plonked onto it and your arms wrenched behind and secured in some nifty padded cuffs. I glanced in the small case Jim had opened on the bed; I withdrew several dildoes and a couple of vibrators. One of these was snatched out of my hand, the guy kneeling in front of you. Your bum was pulled forwards on the chair seat till you were nearly slipping off.” Spread the cunt’s legs….Wider!….that’s it ! Now darling…how do you like this !”You made some throaty incoherent noises as the vibe was played all around your spread sex…” Fuck….look at her writhe !”With two men either side, holding your thighs wide apart, your cunt bulged through the split crotch. What with all the previous güvenilir bahis siteleri tonguing your labia looked red and swollen, peeled wide to reveal the glistening folds and shapes of your clit, urethra and vagina. One of the men couldn’t resist, kneeling low and slurping his mouth and tongue all around your pulpy red sex….then he was pulled away and a large dildo was presented….The guy filming everything settled in the best spot to record your wet maw getting stroked by that thick black tube. Then it was inched inwards, your tight cunt deforming, stretching, trying to accommodate its insane girth. Your bum left the seat as you strained downwards onto the invading tube…” Yeah…the bitch is gagging for it…Shove it in, Greg ! “ But Greg played and teased,pushing the dildo inwards , your cunt about to accept and engulf it, then letting your tightness expel the slippery black glans again and again. You were breathing heavy, head twitching, straining to look down to watch yourself getting impaled on that big black monster.Several guys were watching the show on the lap top, slowly wanking their cocks…Your head swam with the knowledge that all this was being streamed live on some sex site. Your body convulsed when at last the dildo’s apple-sized knob passed the tightness of your slippery orifice and got eased deeper and deeper up inside you. A guy’s hand was there…peeling your clithood back so another’s tongue could lapped and swipe the fleshy pink nub. With your feet planted wide apart your bum was right off the chair seat by now, your hips grinding, rotating literally getting screwed onto the dildo that was steadily maintaining some long slow fucking movements- as fast as your gripping cunt-sheath would allow at least. Each withdrawal drew out your slippery juices, the glistening dark tube with those realistic writhing veins along the shaft. The lap top got picked up and was shoved in your face…for a few sweet moments you could witness what was being streamed across the globe…your hungry, greedy cunt getting stretched, plundered and fucked like never before ! Then it was snatched away and someone quickly zipped the hood’s eyes shut and you were in darkness . Then the senses of touch and hearing, pressure and smell took primacy for the next stage of your ‘ordeal’ ! Look out for the next part of my ordeal, this is a fantasy of mine, (fantasy at the moment you never know what might happen) suggested to my xhamster friend Pangolin2, a gifted artist and wordsmith, who then put these words to my idea. Many thanks Pangolin, may our friendship endure all the sexual tension, and invention.

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