For Sex's Sake
"Right, now what do I do" she said to herself, as she stared at the screen, "mmmm which picture?" Her brow was furrowed as she scrolled through all the recent pictures of herself, dismissing each in turn, "too fat, double chin, pimple, oh my I hate that dress" these thoughts were going through her mind as she completed this online application process. She finally settled on one of her in a maxi dress in Ibiza three months previously, the dress obscured her figure, he hair was blowing beneath her chin obscuring the extra as she had her face tilted down. It wasn't the best but she figured if she still got contacts on that basis then she would be ok. She clicked next and after a few moments the message popped up "congratulations you are now a member, click here to find your perfect match."
Her throat was suddenly dry, she didn't click, but headed to the kitchen to fetch a drink. Staring out of the kitchen window into the darkness as she poured herself a glass of water she told herself off. "It's this or you're going to be lonely, how else will you meet people...." She wiped a tear from her eye, fixed her resolve and wandered back to her computer with water in hand. She clicked [next] as she sat down.
Nothing happened, apart from her home page popping up, no influx of desperate men, no instant message begging for sex. With a sense of mild disappointment and relief she started to explore the site. Giving more details on her profile, filling out their love match meter, whatever that was, she finally plucked up the courage to open a profile. "Here for nsa fun", rejected, "cum sit on my dick", rejected, and so it continued. She retired after two hours of rejecting based on profile, feeling like she had just wasted her evening.
She awoke from a fitful sleep just before her alarm at 7:00am, she heard the faint beep beep beep. Blinking myopically, she raised her head and looked at the computer screen momentarily before flopping back again. Suddenly she sat bolt upright, oh my, 462 messages, what the. She grabbed her robe and sat down, opening the first "cum sit oh my dick", you are bloody joking she said to herself, hitting the delete button. She scrolled through the list, sighing, it was going to take forever to go through these. Then something caught her attention. There was a little number 2 in the corner, and the picture was of a distinguished bearded man wearing a white shirt. She opened the message. "Hi" the first message said simply, the second introduced himself and asked what she was looking for. She hit reply, introduced herself and ending it with she hoped he would get back in touch.
There was an almost instant reply, and so the conversation started. They clicked on sense of humour, enjoyed the same music and similar pastimes. With each moment she started to like him more. "When can we meet?" He asked, "I'm free tomorrow" was her instant reply. She was really excited, agreeing readily for an earlier time and a up class hotel bar, figuring there would be plenty of people around if he turned to be a pervert. She slept fitfully, dreaming of love and knights in shining armour.
The next day she rose early, taking time to pamper herself before taking the short drive to the hotel. Parking in the hotel car park, she felt increasing nerves as she approached the lobby. She saw him as soon as she stepped through the door, all nerves instantly vanished, she smiled confidently as she walked towards him. They greeted each other like old friends, with instant warmth in their connection. "This is my wife, Amanda" he said, indicating a petite brunette next to him, "Amanda, this is Clare". Clare surveyed Amanda, she was wearing a tight clinging electric blue dress, split front and back to the navel. Her legs were crossed as she perched on the stool, the only thing preventing full view of all she had to offer. The two women shook hands warmly and kissed each other on the cheek, the physical attraction was instant. "Shall we" he said, gesturing to the lift that took them to the rooms. The party of three left, entering the lift together, selecting the eleventh floor.
In the lift, Clare stroked a stray hair from Amanda's the full pouting pink lips, running her fingers along the line of the v shaped split down the front of her dress. She leaned in and kissed her, tentative at first and then deeply as she was encouraged by the response she received. The man nodded, and the lift juddered to a halt. "We're on camera girls" he said, indicating the security camera. Smile for Bob and his boys. Both women looked at the camera lustfully, then Clare carefully separated the v of Amanda's dress, revealing her small pert breasts with large prominent areola. Sucking these in hungrily, she slid her hand between Amanda's legs and stroking her naked clit. A voice clicked over the tannoy " er boss, can you move we cant see the girls". The boss stepped out of the way, turning sides way on so the camera could also see his large erection prominent from his trouser fly.
Clare spied the huge cock and kneeled down, pulling Mandy down to a squat so she could lick her delicious clit, probe her with her tongue. Making sure her ass was high, the boss could have full access. Needing no further invitation, he pulled up Clare's skirt, pulled her panties aside and plunged deep into her pussy. Clare moaned with pleasure against Amanda's labia, causing the second woman to moan deeply. Amanda was clinging to Clare's head, writhing against her mouth, head tossed back in pleasure, watching her husband through half open eyes as he pounded Clare from behind. "Is she good?" She murmured thickly. He nodded, removing his cock from the now dripping pussy and plunging it deep into Clare's ass. Clare yelped at this sudden change, biting down hard on the lip she was sucking, causing Amanda to scream "oh my fuck do that again!!!" The boss switched again, and again, repeatedly pussy to ass and then back again. Clare found she was unable to concentrate, and rested her head against Amanda's soaking pussy, riding a wave of pleasure she had never experienced before.
Clare found her head was on the floor of the lift and Amanda was gone. She turned to watch the husband and wife kissing deeply while stroking his cock together. "Shall we?" She asked with a giggle, he merely nodded and plunged his cock back into Clare's ass, ferociously, balls deep. He didn't move and Clare felt fingers in her pussy, groaning deeply, she felt her pussy being stretched. Biting her lip through the lil pain "go on love" she heard him say, "just one more and you're in". Clare was shuddering as she felt her pussy being worked, her ass full of cock. She felt a break, like something gave way, "how many?" she croaked. She turned back as they both started moving in unison, feeling her pussy thickening as she was pounded twice over. Hand's clenched into a fist she whimpered and moaned at the relentless action, panting to control her orgasm. He seemed to sense this, "you like being fisted and having your ass raped at the same time?" it was almost mocking. The words sunk home, replayed in her mind, fist and cock oh fuck! She screamed as she orgasmed, waves of pleasure shuddering through her. They both pulled out as the shuddering subsided, licking Clare's juices from Amanda's hand. The tannoy cracked again, "thank you boss, room one eleven?" He nodded his response. Just as the lift shuddered back into action, rising slowly to floor eleven, the voice over the tannoy said "Bob's coming to help". All three nodded.
Amaranth
25th March 2012
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