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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was 2001. This is all true.
I'd just graduated and found myself in a dreary London hotel just off the Mall. I was there for a job interview for some edgy ad I'd seen in the Guardian.
Forty five ministers later I realised that I'm not very good at buzzwords.
I sat in the hotel bar suited & booted. I ordered a mediocre scotch and mused upon why I hated interviews.
"May I join you?"
At first my assumption was the beautiful young woman with the cut glass accent in the fitted dress was an upmarket prostitute. As she sat down next to me her dress seemed to magically rise up to reveal tan stockings and a champagne garter.
I'd watched Mona Lisa on late night channel 4 enough times to assume her game was sex for money. I quickly explained that I was a recent graduate, skint & drowning my sorrows.
She then told me she was waiting for her husband to join her and would she mind if I kept her company.
We drank and chatted, and flirted. It was barely past lunchtime so I felt a little bit confident stroking her thighs. She seemed very into me.
Then her husband turned up. He was about 55. Small, tanned and had the whiff of money about him. I felt really awkward, but curious.
I asked him if he'd like a drink to which he replied.
"We've some champagne chilling in our room,
Why don't you join us?"
Going up in the lift she kissed me. I heard his nostrils flare with excitement as my hand started to stroke her through her French knickers. My cock was ready to burst out of my trousers.
In that room I remember sitting in a chair with his young wife on my lap. He poured the champagne and explained that he just wanted to watch me fuck his wife.
I started to undress her. She was petite and skinny with 34B cup breasts. Her nipples were pink and her skin a soft ivory colour. Her hair was auburn. I've no idea how they were together. She was no older than 28 with a girlish body.
Naked on the bed we were kissing and biting . As I worked my way down her body I noticed
He was naked. His cock was straight and roughly half the length of mine with a tight foreskin. I could see precum on the end.
He suggested I give her a champagne blowjob and I took a mouthful before opening her young unshaven cunt and slowly holding her clit in my
mouth as the bubbles stimulated her.
We spent some time doing this before. She tried it on me.
I think it was the mix of champagne and nerves, but I was rock hard and my prick was lacking in sensitivity. He reached out and flicked it, like a schoolboy playing with an insect. It wasn't homoerotic, just a curious man wondering about another mans cock.
I lay back as she climbed on top of me and started to ride me. She was very wet and tight. Her breasts were perfect and they kissed.
Then he told me to fuck her properly.
I pulled her onto the bed and wrapped her thigh above my shoulder as I pounded deep inside her. Holding her tightly I gripped her neck and buttocks as I ploughed her posh young cunt. Forcing her into the best shape for maximum grip.
I started to grunt and growl. I'd forgotten that he was in the room and he faded away as I just
Concentrated on how hot and tight she was. She felt heavenly.
I could hear her gasping now and the bed smashing into the wall as I increased the pace.
I gripped her tighter and started to stir my cock into her. Using her cunt wall as an extra stimulus to my fleshy head. Then there was that wave of energy rushing up my shaft
And into my cock head.
All of a sudden I spasmed as I emptied myself inside her. I let out another guttural growl as I slowed out and pulled away, my meat still pulsing in its semi erect state. I'd not noticed the red marks on her neck, my hand marks. She had a bite mark on her shoulder:
As I lay on the bed she started to lick my cock head. While he proceeded to drink my sperm from her, enjoying the taste of both of us. The room stank of sex. With the quiet hum of London traffic in the background.
Then he asked if he could have a moment with his wife.
I got off the bed and helped myself to a scotch from the minibar. As she eased him inside her. He made 2 or 3 strokes before he came. I guess the issue was ejaculation problems.
They lay there holding each other and I went and had a shower.
I got dressed and as I was about to leave he very kindly shook my hand and put a wad of notes in my hand. He told me we'd never meet again and smiled.
I thanked him and left. As I got into the lift I realised I'd got about £250 in tens and twenties.
Not a bad afternoons work.
Afterwards I realised that couple had done me an enormous favour. I'd really had a bad time at university and wasn't in a great place at the time. But after that afternoon I had a little swagger in my step that has never left me.
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