“Entertaining” Businessmen in Room 1032 (F/M/M)

I arrived at the hotel late Thursday evening – maybe 10 pm. The wedding wasn’t ‘til Saturday, but I always like to have a free day in a new town to explore a bit and maybe find some trouble (nothing more freeing than being where nobody knows your name haha). I wobbled into the lobby, a bit tired and a bit (a lot?) drunk. I went to the airport straight from work, so I flew looking fine af haha – a classy midi dress with a white lacey top, sporting a sweetheart neckline (my tits looked great), and a tight blue, floral skirt (plus 4 inch heels) – which meant free drinks ahoy.

I checked in and head to the elevator where I stood waiting with 5 drunk businessmen. It took them a while to notice me standing there. Eventually they glanced behind themselves, then the glances became full-on eye-fucking. I heard the groans of approval that only drunk men utter in public.

“Looks like the entertainment’s arrived,” someone said. They all chuckled. I gave an exaggerated wink.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” one of the older men said.

“Hey yourself, handsome.” He beamed.

“You think he’s handsome? If you think he’s handsome, I must be ryan gosling!” said a man who definitely wasn’t Ryan Gosling.

“You’re definitely not Ryan Gosling,” I said as the doors opened. They let me on first (such gentleman) and filed in after. I stood next to one of the younger men as the elevator went up. He was maybe in his early thirties, 6ft, with a clean face and nice jaw line. He had a modest undercut, his hair gelled back. His suit was tailored well and he seemed reasonably fit. It was working for me. He leaned over and drunk-whispered in my ear.

“I hope you didn’t check in; I got a spare key with your name on it.”

“Oh? What’s my name?”

He paused. “Rihanna?”

I laughed. “You get points for a getting a Rhianna reference.”

“What do points get me?”

“I’ll make sure to walk out of the elevator veeerryy slowly.”

Then we stopped at my floor. And I walked out very slowly (I’m a woman of my word), wiggling my hips from side to side. I spun my head and flipped my thick brown hair to give him one last look.

“Room 1032,” he said. His colleagues laughed and clapped him on the back as the doors closed. I’ve never randomly hooked up with someone at a hotel like this and the thought turned me on decidedly. As I walked down the hall, the fabric of my dress rubbed against me in all the right ways and I started to get very, very wet. I opened the door to my room and thought about Discount GQ throwing me on the bed in his suit and binding my wrists with his tie… forcing my dress up and taking me from behind.

I opened the mini-bar to find something to help me cool off… turns out whiskey just adds fuel to the fire :p I went to the bathroom and touched up my makeup, then swapped out my tasteful shoes for a pink pair of 6-inch platform heels. This tiny wardrobe change was enough to take my outfit from “workplace chic” to “stick it anywhere.” I left the room and took the elevator up up up.

My adrenaline was pumping as the doors opened on floor 10. I walked down the hallway, my heart beating violently. My pussy was hot and dripping, thinking about that besuited man taking me as hard and as long as he wanted. I tried to compose myself as I stopped at room 1032. I mentally worked my way from submissive to seductive. The wobbling in my legs ceased. And I knock knock knocked.

And waited.

And the door opened.

“Holy fucking shit,” GQ laughed to himself. He stood there, slightly-unfortunately, barefoot in his undershirt and suit pants. I could see now his toned arms and chest. He wasn’t buff, but he was just as in shape as his tailored suit had suggested.

“Hey sweetie…” I purred. “I decided to take you up on that invite.”

“Of course you did.” His eyes went from my cleavage right down to my bright, fuck-me heels. He stepped aside and gestured inside with a sweeping hand. I sauntered past him, tracing a finger along his chest as did.

I stepped into the room, cat-like. It was your standard hotel: two double beds, tv and fridge, a desk towards the far window. And there, in the far bed, sat another businessman, extremely confused. Then a smile broke out on his face.

“Wow.”

He set his laptop aside; he was down to his undershirt and boxers. I recognized him as the one who insinuated that I was a stripper – and I was going to prove him right (after I got over the initial shock of there being TWO men here).

“Now the entertainment has arrived,” I said as I curtsied.

“Thank God,” he said. “Because Ryan is not the most fun roommate to have.” The man in the bed got up and shook my hand – which seemed very polite for what was about to happen. “I’m Jeremy.”

“It’s veeeerry nice to meet you Jeremy.” And it was. He looked to be in his late 40’s and was a bit shorter than GQ, but broader – two things I love. His hair was starting to gray and the fat of his torso strained his undershirt. He was handsome and radiated a genial charm. I spotted his wedding ring immediately.

“And you are?”

“According to Ryan: Rihanna. But I’m not quite that sexy.” Ryan sat down on his bed and stared at my ass, a delicious bubble in my tight dress.

“Oh, I beg to differ.”

Jeremy motioned me towards his bed and we sat down.

“Yeah, Rihanna’s a bit too thin for my taste…” One of his hands went to my crossed leg. “I prefer a curvy girl with nice big tits like yours.” I giggled. Jeremy’s genial charm had quickly become sexually charged.

“Let’s see if you can move like Rihanna,” Ryan said as he opened his laptop and put on “What’s My Name?” I stood between the two beds and started to dance. Ryan got up and held me close as we moved together. His hands moved to my ass, clutching me tightly. Then one hand went up into my hair. He pulled my head back and kissed my neck. As I started to moan and lose the beat, I pulled away and went over to Jeremy. He was playing with the large bulge in his boxers. I hiked up my dress a bit and straddled him, grinding to the beat of the music. He roughly handled my tits and spanked my ass.

“Oh Jeremy, you bad, bad man… What would your wife say?” He started to unzip my dress. The shoulders fell away, revealing my lacey, baby blue push up bra.

“I’m allowed to have fun.” I undid my bra and my fat, full tits exploded out as Jeremy growled. I brought his hands up to them, to pinch my already-hard nipples. I moaned low.

“Is this fun for you Jeremy?” He managed an mhm as he pulled my hair and arched my back so he could devour my breasts. “Just let me know if we start having too much fun.”

“I’m not having enough fun…” Ryan got up from his bed and unbuckled his pants. He rolled down his boxers and whipped out a 6 and half inch, girthy, veiny cock. “You need to kneel so I can fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“Mmm… Yes sir…” I climbed off Jeremy, who promptly whipped his own cock out. I didn’t get a good look at it because soon, Ryan’s red, swollen head hogged my entire field of fiew. The skirt of my dress stretched as I kneeled on the floor. I stroked the length of his member and teased the head with my thumb… then my tongue. I got his shaft nice and wet, then swallowed it whole. He let me get into a rhythm, mostly taking it halfway and stroking his cock with one hand, his balls in the other. Then I went to the hilt.

“Oh you perfect little slut…” his hands dug into my hair as he started to drive, fucking my face faster and faster as I choked and gagged. Drool began to coat his cock and drip from my mouth to the floor. I tasted precum, but he pulled out just as he was about to cum.

“God fucking shit you’re amazing…” I wiped my face as we breathed in and out loudly, trying to cool down. I stood up and pushed him onto his bed. I turned my attention back to Jeremy, who was stroking a thick 6 inches, rising up from a mess of pubic hair.

“Jeremy, our boy’s already about to cum… I bet you could handle me for longer…” I heard Ryan laugh from him bed.

“Oh no, that would be too much fun… How bout you strip the rest of the way for me? I’d love to see that pussy before he fucks it.” So I rolled my dress the rest of the way down and kicked it away. Then I dropped my baby-blue thong. They landed at my feet. I picked them up and threw them at Jeremy.

“I think you need these more than me.” I winked and walked over to my purse and grabbed a condom. I made sure to bend over all the way so Jeremy could see my smooth pussy, hot and swelling. I heard his groan of delight just before I crawled onto Ryan’s bed. He seemed more composed as I pulled his pants and boxers off. He took his shirt off just as I rolled the condom on. Then I steadied myself with the headboard as he slid inside me.

Ryan played rough with my tits as I bounced and ground on his cock, finding a sweet spot on my clit. He was lost in my cleavage when I turned my head and made eye contact with Jeremy. He was slowly but firmly working his cock as he watched me ride Ryan. He was teasing the head of his dick with my panties. That got me close to cumming.

“God I love the way your tits bounce,” Jeremy growled. So I pushed Ryan’s head back and rode him extra hard for a few seconds. Jeremy chuckled, but Ryan dug his nails into my ass and slowed me downing, plunging his cock farther into me. And I settled in, working that sweet spot harder and harder.

“Oh god Ryan I’m close… I’m so fucking close…” I could feel the tightness building in my body as I gyrated my hips hard and fast. I looked Ryan in the eyes. He had this vicious grin on his face and was twisting one of my tits with one hand and spanking me with the other.

“Cum for me you little slut… Cum so I can bend you over and enjoy this fine ass of yours.” He spanked me again.

“Daddy, I want it… I fucking want it…” I was starting to lose coherency, squealing out high breaths. “Oh… FUCK… daddy FUCK…” Waves of pleasure washed over me. Muscles clenched and unclenched. I bent over Ryan as I shuddered with satisfaction, cumming cumming cumming. I climbed off of him and laid beside him.

“God, no one’s ever made me cum that fast,” I lied. “You’re a fucking animal, baby… I love it…” He rolled over and we kissed deeply.

“Well let’s see how fast you can make me cum, then… It’s only fair…” He flipped me onto my knees pointing towards Jeremy who was leaning back playing with himself.

“You like me on my knees Jeremy?” I purred with half-lidded eyes.

“That’s where a woman fucking belongs…” He started to work his cock faster.

I heard Ryan settling in behind me. I really hoped he was ready to blow; now that I’d cum, my desire to stay awake was waning. But then he was behind me, pulling me up by the ass, feeling for an opening with his cock. Then he penetrated me fully. He spanked me as built up speed. I propped myself up with my hands so Jeremy could see my tits swing back and forth. He seemed to be jerking off in time with them, massaging my panties against his tip. I found my desire to suck him dry overwhelming… And as Ryan pumped his cock into me like a piston, I started to get horny again.

“God daddy, you’re going to make me cum again,” I giggled. Then bit my lip at Jeremy and dug my nails into the bed. Ryan slowed down a bit, but was still fucking me deep. His fingers ran through my hair and grabbed by the roots. He pulled my head back and I groaned.

“You must love my fat fucking cock… Bet you’ve never been fucked this good before…”

“I fucking love it… I need it… You’re fucking amazing, daddy. Fuck me ‘til it hurts.”

He let go of my hair and went back to fucking me full blast. I gripped the bed so he wouldn’t push me off the bed. My curls were a mess around me. It did feel amazing having his thick cock plunge in and out so deeply. All I could hear was Ryan huffing and puffing… Then his nails clawing my ass… Then he pulled out and flipped me onto my back. I pushed my hair out of the way, slightly confused. He went between my legs and ripped the condom off. He gave his dick a few quick strokes and then thick ropes of cum exploded onto my tits and stomach.

“Mmmm FUCK that felt good…” He collapsed into his bed.

I laughed. “Only good, huh?”

“Amazing. I meant to say amazing.”

“That’s better, daddy.” I started to get up. My heels hit the floor and the wobbliness returned. I grabbed some tissues and mopped up the hot cum before it dribbled on the floor.

“I’ll be good to go in a minute,” Ryan said.

“Oh you greedy little boy… Jeremy hasn’t even finished yet.” The older man was still relaxing on his bed, toying with his cock and staring at me with hungry eyes. I mosied on over to his bed and crawled on top of him. I straddled his knees and grabbed his hand that was still clutching my panties.

“I need these back… when you’re finished…” And then, my hand around his, we worked my panties up and down the length of his dick. My other hand went to my clit, juicing out another orgasm. Soon, Jeremy’s hands fell away as began to play with my hair.

“God I want to eat that delicious little pussy…”

“Oh now, I think that might be too much fun Jeremy…” I stroked up his cock and rubbed his head with the soft lace of my thong. “Everyone knows that hand jobs are no fun at all…” Jeremy groaned at that. He seemed like he was having at least a little bit of fun.

“Make me cum, gorgeous… Before I flip you over and fuck those fat tits of yours…”

I picked up speed and gave him the roughest, laciest hand job I believe I ever given :p My fingers teased my clit harder and harder… Then he blew. And my body shuddered as I came, watching hot geysers of cum blow from Jeremy. I pulled my panties away, scootched up and his him once on the lips, full and hard. Then I got up and started to get dressed. I started with the panties.

“Can’t leave behind any evidence of too much fun…”

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