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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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We arrived at the gatehouse to be met by a burly security guard, a scar down his left cheek. Dressed very smartly in a jacket and bow tie, he certainly looked the part, although not the sort of character that you would want to mess with I thought to myself.
“I bet he stares at your tits baby” I said jokingly. I knew it was one of your pet hates, having conversations where the person just stared at your enormous breasts. As you wind the window down, he bends his six foot four frame down so he is eye level to you. “Hi, how can I help you?” his voice is almost a baritone which I notice was giving you Goosebumps. “We are here for the masked ball” you softly purr as you hand him our invitation. “Thank you, please drive up towards the house and you will be shown where to park” maintaining eye contact with us throughout the conversation. “Thank you” I say as I cheerily wave goodbye.
“Fuck Fuck Fuck” you moan, as you pout your lips, a look I have recognised over our years together which is translated as being extremely miffed. “What’s wrong baby” I ask, “why is that that when I want someone to look at my tits, they don’t. My god did you see him? I think he had a snake stuffed down his trousers”. “Darling, it’s called professionalism” I smile. “Well, I hope he is attending the party, I want a closer look at him”. “Err baby, you are not allowed to fuck the staff, it’s just not good manners”. I chuckle to myself, “although I suppose it has never stopped you before”.
I started to think back to last year. We had been invited up to a wedding and decided to stay overnight so we both could have a drink. It had been a while since we had stayed away so decided to make a weekend of it. Stratford Upon Avon was a lovely place in the summer. Quintessentially English, with a host of wide eyed tourists all wanting that Shakespearian experience. It was a place that we adored and visited whenever we could.
We had arrived at twelve on the Friday, eager to visit the market, wander round the shops’ and have a few drinks at our favoured pubs. I had booked a table at the restaurant for eight, keeping this as a surprise. I knew it was one of your favourites. Expensive, but they served the best steaks around and at the end of the day, quality does not come cheap and my lady definitely oozed quality.
We were greeted at reception with a cheery smile to be told that fortunately our room was ready. She appeared Nordic in origin and I could not help but admire her large chest which she was trying to hide in a white shirt that must have been two sizes too small, the buttons of which were being strained to their limit. As I stood there I remember fantasising about what would happen if this was the time those buttons would finally admit defeat and burst apart. As she turned to get our key I receive a sharp dig to the ribs’ “Oi you!! She is too young” you mouth to me, a broad grin on your face. I know she is out of our age range, but hey a guy can still fantasise cant he? After all, I knew you appreciate a fine pair of boobs as much as I do.
Finally I drop our bags on the bed and start to strip. It was always something that you found quite odd that whenever I stayed in a hotel I had a routine which I always followed, especially after a long drive to the destination. Firstly get naked, rinse out the kettle to make a cup of tea and then unpack as the kettle boils. It was now a routine for you also, so it was not long before you were lying on the bed, naked watching me hang up our clothes.
“Come here my darling” you softly say to me, “you look exhausted”. I lie down on the soft queen size bed, gently stroking your face I kiss you softly, “God, I love you so much my lady, I am so lucky to have you as my wife”. “I love you to, my man, my man forever”. I pull you towards me, your chest pushing into mine as I hold you in my arms our tongues tasting each other, each moment getting more intense as our passion for each other slowly builds. You feel my cock harden against your leg, wrapped round mine as I push you gently onto your back and kiss your neck whilst slowly running my fingers delicately over your smooth skin. My god you are so beautiful I think to myself as my mouth moves to your breast. I suck your nipple into my mouth and feel it harden as you feel my nails moving down the outside of your thigh then moving to the inside, my hands never leaving your body. You moan gently as my hand caresses your warm pussy, just stroking your lips. I feel your hands on my shoulders pushing me down, the place I call heaven wants my tongue. You feel my breathe against your pussy a moment before my lips touch your inner thigh, soft kisses, first the right, then the left always getting closer to heaven, until finally you feel my tongue. Your hips move upwards wanting more but my hands push you back, this moment has to last, for your enjoyment as much as mine.
I taste your juices as they start to flow from your body as I hear your moans getting louder, the pleasure intensifying as my tongue finds your clit and I start to lick it hungrily. I know you are reaching that special moment as your body begins to tense and your hips begin to jerk. I release your pussy and move up the bed my mouth enveloping yours. You taste your juices as you feel my cock slide into you as we move together in rhythm, getting faster, with each thrust reaching that moment of pure pleasure until you feel my hot cum erupt inside you causing your own intense orgasm.
We lie there, breathless, as I look into your eye’s “I love you so much my darling” I say, “I love you to baby” as I roll off you and hold you close to me, kissing you again and feeling the warmth of your skin against mine.
After a moment I look at the clock, “wow, baby, look at the time, we have missed the market and if we don’t hurry we will miss dinner”. After we have showered, suitably attired we walk over to the restaurant, to be greeted by the maître-d’, “good evening to you both, wonderful to have you back”, “It’s good to be back Gregor, have you a special table for us?” “But of course, as instructed”. He leads us to a table with a single rose on it. “Is this ok for you both?” has asks, but before I can reply, you look at me, and take my hand “no Gregor, this is not ok, this is just perfect”, your eyes never leaving mine.
By the times we got back to our hotel we had both over indulged. Too much food and too much wine. A hefty price tag, but without a doubt, well worth it. “A night cap?” I ask as we walk past the bar, “Don’t you think I have had enough already?” you reply. “Well, it’s not that often we can escape like this, so best make the most of it. Grab a chair and I will get the drinks.
The barman is in deep conversation with a big guy behind the bar. Words are being said between them, although I have no idea what. Finally the barman walks over to me “Sorry about the wait sir, that was our night security guy, he is new to the job so I just had to point a few things out to him”. “No problem, just a brandy and a brandy and port please”. I look at the security guy, a little portly, not exactly tall, but very wide, it appeared that his neck was absent, such was the muscles in his shoulders.
As I wander back with the drinks, I look longingly at you, Very elegant with your legs crossed in such a way that the split in your skirt allowed the top of your stockings to be visible. I felt that familiar twitch, the view of you in stockings always had an effect not only on my cock, but also my mind.
“Who is that guy that the barman was talking to baby?” you ask, “oh just the new security guard it’s his first night tonight”. “Big guy isn’t he. He kept looking over when you were at the bar, cheeky sod even winked at me!” I turned to look at him just in time to see him leering at your legs before he quickly looked away. “He obviously appreciates stockings”. “Oh god, am I showing too much?” “Not enough for my liking” I say, chuckling to myself, fully aware that you have a thing for big guys. We continue to sip our drinks and discuss the wedding tomorrow, although every now and again I catch you looking over at the new security guard.
“Time for bed darling” I say, “It’s going to be a long day tomorrow”. We get back to our room and as I close the door behind us, you turn me round and kiss me hungrily, that glint is in your eye as you pull me towards the bed.
You sit on the end of the bed and with practised ease, undo my trousers to release my, now throbbing, cock. Deep throat has always been something you love, just taking my full length as you keep your eyes locked on mine knowing how much that turns me on when you hold my gaze
Finally you release me, you know how hard you have made me, and you know how badly I want you now. You pull me back onto the bed, kissing me hard, searching for my tongue, hungry for me, your hips raise up to eager to feel my cock inside you. “Now fuck me, my husband, fuck your wife hard”. I immediately speed up, pumping my cock hard and deep inside you, astonished at how wet you are. You start to gush, flooding the bed, and as I lean forward to bite your neck you feel your orgasm building. “Harder, harder, fuck me harder” you scream. My feel my full balls banging at your pussy as I move your legs over my shoulders, feeling me deeper inside you, you orgasm. Your whole body shakes as you feel your release “now cum on my tits, not inside me”. I was so close, it was difficult to pull out from your dripping pussy, but I do, just in time for you to feel my cum pouring from my cock, all over your chest. As I lean back you use your fingers to scoop my cum from your tits and then suck them dry. You don’t waste a drop as I look down at you, what a horny sight, although I can’t help but wonder about what was going through your mind. “God I needed that” you say, as you suck the last few drops from your fingers. “Mmm you taste good baby as you pull me down towards you kissing me hard, tasting the saltiness of my cum in your mouth. You feel my cock twitch we continue to kiss. “You still horny?” you ask, “well, it’s the effect you have on me” I laugh. With that you push me off and turn over, “well come on then, fuck me hard, fuck your slut nice and hard, my cunt is craving cock”.
The following day sees us arrive at the church, still feeling the effects of last night, but at least on time. The wedding goes off without a hitch, which, we thought at the time was surprising considering the families involved. There was always animosity between them, but hopefully now that the wedding was over, the families would be closer. Time will tell.
Well, time did tell, as the reception was a shambles. Apart from the newlyweds, the families stayed mainly apart, it was down to the friends to lighten the mood. Because of this, we stayed most of the time at the bar, enjoying its offerings. Our moment of hilarity came when I dragged you into the toilet for a quickie. Ten minutes later, I have you still bent over the cistern, when the banging on the door becomes incessant. “Piss Off” you shout, “leave us alone, I have not cum yet”. I burst out laughing, rather spoiling the moment; “you have such a way with words my darling”.
When we finally get back to our hotel, the both of us are most definitely the worse for wear. Not exactly d*unk, but well beyond tipsy. “Do you fancy a quickie” you ask, “What here?” I reply, “They would throw us out!” “No you big banana, a drink, just a quickie before bed. Grab a table and I will get the drinks”
As I sit I look at you standing at the bar ordering our drinks. From here it looks as though you are flirting outrageously with the barman, strange I thought, not your type at all.
As you sit down with our drinks, I ask “were you flirting with the barman dearest” I smile warmly. “Oh my god no, you know he is not my type. I was just indulging in polite conversation”
“God I am feeling worse for wear baby, shall we turn in?” It was almost a plea than a question. There was, what appeared to be a look of disappointment on your face, “ok baby, I suppose we have a long drive home tomorrow”. As we walk past the bar, you say, “oh, I will catch you up baby, I just need a quick word with the barman.
As I insert the keycard for our room, you catch me up, looking a little breathless and somewhat flustered. “Is everything ok darling” I ask. “Oh yes my love, everything is perfect”.
I flop onto the bed, a mixture of too much drink and too little sleep. I watch you strip down to your new French knickers, stockings and bra, which I still believe is two sizes too small for your magnificent chest. “Well” you say, “How about finishing what you started this afternoon in the loo”. “Oh baby” I reply, “I am just about done in”
With that, comes a knock at the door. “Bloody hell, who on earth is that” I growl. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll get it”.
With that you jump off the bed, and open the door.
Standing there is the security guard from last night. “Hello Miss, I was wondering if everything was ok. I was a bit concerned when I read the note from the barman”
“It’s Mrs and no, everything is not bloody ok. I need a fuck and my husband is too tired”.
“Errr, my name is Brian” he says sheepishly. “I don’t give a fuck what your name is, I just want to know what you can do with your cock, I don’t need to know your name, nor do I want to know your name”.
You pull him through the door and close it behind him. Immediately you get on your knees, pulling his cock through his trouser zip. “God yes, this is what I need” as your mouth starts on his swelling cock.
You turn towards me, “what do you think baby? Can I fuck him?” You look at me rubbing my swollen cock, “I take it that’s a yes then!!”
“So Brian” I ask, “are you going to fuck my slut or not?” He grins one of those childish grins that guys have sometimes, “bloody right I am, I wanted to last night, never thought she would be asking me!”
With that, the sheepish guy that knocked on the door evaporated as his expression turned to complete and utter lust. He picked you up easily with his massive arms, turned you around and forces you over the bed. He slapped your ass hard with one hand as he pulled his trousers down with the other. “Make you man happy slut” as he pushed your head down on my engorged cock. You suck eagerly, awaiting the feel of him, wanting this badly, hungry for it, desperate for it. “Give me your cock you bastard” you moan. I throw Brain a condom, which I wonder will fit as he stretched it over his cock. Not long at all, but my god its thick.
I feel your mouth tighten on my cock as he slowly enters you, “Oh god, oh my fucking god” you whimper, “god that feels good”. Brian slaps your ass again, as he picks up the pace fucking your cunt hard and fast. You feel your first orgasm, intense, but it’s always intense when you are being spit roasted. It’s your favourite, it has been since the first time it happened. “Harder” you moan, “fuck me harder” as you feel your second orgasm building. You take your mouth from my cock, breathing heavily, “oh god baby, oh my fucking god!”
Brian starts to slow up and his breathing becomes laboured “my turn Brian” I say as we swap places. My cock pushes inside you as you start to gush and I start to fuck you hard. I grab your hair and push your head down onto Brian’s cock, pushing your head all the way down till you are touching his balls. I feel you shudder again as another orgasm flows through your body. Finally, I pull out of you, so close to cumming, but not yet, I do not want to cum just yet. You move up the bed and slowly ease yourself onto Brian’s cock. Moving with Brian’s thrusts, I know it won’t take long before your next orgasm. Riding a cock always brings you to orgasm quickly. I stand back and take a glass of water as I watch my beautiful slut get fucked. My god, the sight is so horny. I know by your moves you are close and Brian is on the edge. I move behind you and you feel my cock pressing up against you. I don’t know if you want it until I feel you pushing back onto me, “yes baby, fuck me”. Brian and I thrust into you, moving with alternate thrusts you groan with pleasure. The first time you have had two cocks in your cunt and you are loving it. As your cunt widens, we get faster until you feel me explode inside you. Brian and you cum next, Brian making enough noise to wake all the hotel.
We all break apart and you flop onto your back, completely sated. Brian removes his full condom, “you can’t go back to work like that, come here”. Brian moves over you as you suck the last drops of cum from his sagging cock, “and you baby” you say to me. I move over as well as you take both our cocks licking them clean. “My god, you are a lucky guy” brain says. Damn right I am and I know it.
Brian quickly dresses realising that he is meant to be working. As I close the door on him, I say to you, “sucking two cocks baby, now that’s horny, want to go again?” But as I turn from the door to look at you, you are already fast asleep.
That was a year ago, but very fond memories. As we stand at the doorway of Murdach Manor, your turn to face me. “I love you so much my man”. “I love you to I reply, with all my heart”. “Are you ready then? Shall we go in?”
“Definitely” I reply, remembering events last year and wondering how tonight will compare.
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