Rendezvous at the Red Room [FM, MFFM] [Written For Her Pleasure]

*This is written for a lady, you have to take on her mindset to enjoy it. All you have to know about her is that she’s beautiful, has a bit of a submissive streak, and deserves endless pleasure.*

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The doorbell rings. You rush to your front door; you open it to find nothing but a lonely package sitting on your doorstep. The package is small, the size of a ring box, and it is rather unremarkable. The dull ivory of the box is only offset by the baby blue bow that holds the lid on. You undo the bow, remove the lid and find as you expected, as you hoped for, a key and a note. The note reads:

> Red Room #843; I will arrive at three o’clock this afternoon. Leave a note with the front desk telling me where you will be waiting. The bow that sealed this box: if I find you wearing in your hair I will take you right then and there. Be sure to dress appropriately.

Your heart beats so hard and fast it nearly leaps through your chest. You knew this day was coming, but suddenly the game is so much more real. Today you will indeed live out one or more of your fantasies. And at the Red Room no less, a fancy hotel for sure, but a place with a reputation for being the destination in town for celebrities and high-class hookers.

You dress as you know is appropriate. You put on a nice long black upscale dress, no panties beneath of course. You then slip on your golden heels and gold jewelry. To complete the look you tie your hair back in a single ponytail using the blue ribbon; it somehow just doesn’t seem to fit with the rest of your outfit. It jumps out at you, it draws attention, but after all that must be the point of it.

As time always does, it skips you from event to event. It seems like only seconds ago you heard the knock on your door and now you’re already entering the Red Room, taking your first step into the unknown which awaits you this afternoon. Through the spinning door you enter, and your head spins.

Lost in a whirlwind of thoughts you nearly walk right past the front desk. Pausing you spin, deposit the note as instructed, then you head for the elevator without a word.

The elevator is packed; at least a dozen people are in it when the door opens. Several leave, some don’t move, and at least three people enter with you. You know I anticipate your fantasy, and somehow you expect I’m one of the people already on the elevator, just waiting for you to arrive. Or maybe I’m one of the people who just got on. You don’t know, and as we’ve never met in person, even if you had scrutinized all the men on the elevator, you can’t be sure you would even completely recognize me from the pictures. Me, the proper stranger, who knows your desires, and who will soon fulfill them.

You feel something brush against your ass from behind. It only just glances the material of your dress, but you feel it nonetheless. Your head swims, “He knew.” Again you feel it, the gentle brush against your backside. Goosebumps cover your skin, a smile crosses your lips. You turn your head slightly to dare sneak a peak…

An older woman stands behind you, and it is her handbag which touched your dress. “Oh, sorry dear,” she says as she realizes what she’s been doing, and you realize that I am not behind you. The elevator stops as she speaks, and she walks past you and out into the hall, leaving you alone.

The brush on your ass put you into something of a trance, so much so that you didn’t even realize the others leaving, and now it hits you hard that you are all alone. The doors close, and the elevator doesn’t move. You simply stand, realizing no buttons have been pushed, wondering what’s taking me so long to show up. You wait patiently standing, almost in a daze, you finally check your watch and it’s already quarter after the hour. “It’s not nice to keep a lady waiting.” You think to yourself. “What if he’s not coming?” a small voice asks from inside your head. Then the elevator starts moving again.

It ascends. Past the fifth floor. Past the sixth floor. Past the seventh floor. Then it slams to a stop on the eighth floor. The sudden stop seems even more pronounced, since you know it will be me who will enter, after all this is the floor the key told you my room was on.

The door opens, and again your disappointment mounts. The person waiting for the elevator was not me. Instead a young Asian girl enters the elevator. Somewhere around 20 years old is your best guess. She’s dressed in a maid’s uniform, for a moment this strikes you as normal; you just assume she works for the hotel. Then it dawns on you, she’s wearing a traditional French maid’s uniform, and no hotel would ever dress their employees in such a costume.

As you examine up and down the back of her, she turns suddenly, and your eyes meet. “Are you enjoying your stay thus far madam?”

She can’t actually work here, you tell yourself, “Actually I’ve just arrived.”

“And what is it you’ve come to this fine hotel hoping to find?”

Who the hell is this? You don’t say a thing; you just look at her and wonder what is going on.

“Have you come in search of excitement?”

You aren’t sure if you want to smile, or if you want to frown. Neither happens, nor do you speak.

“Sir thought you might enjoy some excitement. He told me to look for a very sexy lady wearing a pretty bow in her hair,” she reaches up and brushes her hand over your hair, fingering the bow,” and that when I found her, I was to provide her with the excitement she so longs for. I am to put on a show for you.”

You swallow hard, not sure what to think.

“I am to show you what pure desire looks like. You are to watch me, and you are to please yourself as you do so. This is what Sir wishes.”

With her last word the elevator stops, the door opens, and in walks a man in a tux. In each hand he carries a four-legged armless chair. He walks between the two of you. He slightly bows to each of you, “Good afternoon ladies.”

He walks to one corner of the elevator, and he motions for you to come over. He places a chair facing the wall near one corner, “Please have a seat.”

You straddle the chair automatically. Your head a buzz with confusion, you simply can think of nothing to do but sit down.

He walks from you to the opposite corner of the elevator. He places the seat directly against the corner where the walls meet. He then turns and presses a button on the controls of the elevator. It screeches to a fast halt.

The girl licks her lips as she still stares at you, having not even moved yet. Her eyes stay locked on yours as she backpedals, sitting herself in the chair as if she’d practiced doing so blindly all her life. Tilting her head up as she leans forward, so as not to lose your eyes, she grabs each of her ankles. She then leans back, pulling each leg up in the air, spreading them. She places each ankle on the side rails of the elevator. Her skirt is naturally hiked up as she does this, and you see her bare shaved pussy spreading before you, moisture already visible webbed between her labia.

Just as fast as her pussy comes into view it is hidden from you by the back of the head of the man in the tux. He is down on all fours, licking the girl’s thighs, and then burying his head between her legs. You look up and as expected the girl’s eyes are locked on yours. You watch her lip quiver with passion, you see her chest heaving as the man licks her, his head already a blur, up and down, up and down, as if to indicate a ‘yes’, only much-much faster.

Her legs lock around his head. Her ankles spring from the rails to rest on his back; her knees on his shoulders. Her thighs press together on either side of his head. She licks her lips as she watches you, as you watch her being pleasured. Your hand slides between you and the chair, it finds your pussy through your dress. You gently rub it, and your wetness soaks through the material of your dress. Your eyes lock on the girl’s. So engrossed until a soft wet tongue flicks at your ear.

“I hope you are enjoying the show, my beautiful sexy lady.” My hand reaches over your shoulder, my hand takes your wrist. Gently I pull it up from your pussy, I bring it to my mouth, I lick between your fingers, “I can taste that you are enjoying it. I hope you don’t mind me dropping in like this.” With that I put my hand on the side of your face; gently I guide your head so that you’re looking up at a missing panel in the ceiling just behind you. You smile, so much work, just for you…

My mouth and face now wrap around you, our lips meet, pressing softly and wetly into one another. My tongue gently penetrates your mouth, meeting and massaging you. The kiss is passionate, strong and long. My hands now slide to your sides, my hands cup your breasts, squeezing them gently.

I break the kiss, “Stand up beautiful.”

As you stand my hands find the dress on your hips, and start pushing it up your body even before you’re fully standing. The dress is up over your body, and I drop it to the floor behind you. I run my hands down the sides of your arms. I take your hands. I kiss your collar. I suck on it, as you feel my naked body brushing against yours from behind. You know the feel of my cock between your ass cheeks as if it belongs there. You even feel my nipples slide along your sensitive shoulder blades.

I place your hands on the back of the chair before us, causing you to bend forward at your hips. I bend over you, and you can really feel my cock pressed against you now. The thick hard long shaft presses against you, almost willing itself to try to enter you by any means necessary, whether I am telling it to or not. I now bite the side of you neck gently, and I run my tongue to the back of it. I lick fast from side to side, around in circles, wetting the skin further, tasting the sweat that I have caused you to break into. As I lick my hands run up your arms, grabbing against your breasts, this time touching directly the hot skin of your luscious globes. Rubbing them gently, squeezing only every now and then.

My tongue darts fast down your spine. Licking right from the base of your neck, down over every bump, stopping only at the small of your back… all the while now twisting your nipples. My tongue again paints up your spine this time, and at the top you again feel my cock slap against your ass. I build the rhythm, and with every stroke of my tongue up and down your entire length, the wetness builds, both the wetness of my saliva, and the wetness from your pussy.

My hands now slide further down, as I now linger on the small of your back. I lick it from side to side, just tickling your hips gently, before sliding to the other side, sucking on the lowest knob of your spine in between my mouth’s journey. My hands have found your hips, my fingers are hot and ever so close to your pussy.

My hands come around the back of your hips now, and push your ass cheeks apart. My tongue darts up your spine again, and now you feel my cock slap even harder against your delicate sweet asshole, as I suck on the back of your neck… Then, the down stroke doesn’t end at the small of the back, it continues, right down between the crack of your ass, right down over your sweet small hole. My tongue circles it, as I kneel on the floor now behind you.

You jump at this feeling, and when you do your eyes open, and they widen at what they see. The girl is now sitting in the chair watching you, but she’s not sitting directly on the chair, instead the man who had brought the chairs is now sitting under her, his cock shoved high up into her pussy. Her legs are on either side of his, and she’s bumping gently up and down. Only now two other men are in the elevator, one is to her left, the other to her right, and her hands are gently and slowly jerking each of them off. She smiles at you in the most devilish way when she realizes you’ve finally looked at her again. And when you look up at the new men to her sides, they are each watching you, enjoying the show you are putting on for them…

My tongue finds it’s way over your pussy several times, snapping your attention back to the work being done on you. Then that tongue traces a final line, up from your pussy, over your asshole, over each of the bumps in your back, up over the back of your neck, and as I do, I take my cock in one of my hands, and I press its head against the opening of your soaked pussy. As I bite the back of your neck I push my cock full into you. My body slams against yours, my full weight is upon you, and my full length is within you.

My mouth rests beside your ear, as I start to slowly pump my cock in and out of your pussy… “It’s so tight, and so good in your pussy, just like I knew it would be. I’ve dreamt of this, of you, many times, almost constantly since you entered my thoughts. And you are so much better in the flesh.”

I pump faster now…. My mouth now kisses its way up and down the sides of your neck, and over your collarbone. Licking, and letting my lips drag on your sexy wet skin. My hands hold yours on the back of the seat before us. Your eyes see our hands, then look up to see the girl, now rubbing her clit with one hand, while her other hand jerks one of the men, the other with his cock in her mouth. The orgy of lust before you makes you take one of your hands away from the chair. It makes you put it between your own legs; it makes you rub your own clit in time with hers. You watch as she is truly lost in passion.

I stand behind you now, my body off of yours…only my cock still inside you holds us together. I have a hand now on each of your hips, and I pull you gently back as I push forward, making us slam hard, burying my cock into the depths of your sweet sweet pussy.

I pump faster and faster, harder and harder, my balls slam against you, we fuck like only strangers can. Your hand moves faster on your clit, we work hard together to bring you to orgasm.

“Look at her, pleasing every stranger who enters the elevator, just so you can watch.”

You look now and yet another person is wrapped in the orgy of sex before you. A lady in a blue dress is now down on her knees before the girl. Her tongue is on the Asian girl’s clit, licking it and the balls of the man below her. The men on top each have a hand on one of the nipples of the girl, their other hands jerk their cocks for her and each of her hands plays with their balls. She’s moaning and she’s watching you. Putting on a good show.

You erupt in orgasm as I change my angle slightly, standing up higher, digging downward into your pussy, so that the tip of my cock slams against your g-spot again and again. This new angle, the pressure on your special spot within, and the rubbing of your clit makes you pussy start to contract on my cock.

As you start to spasm one of my hands leaves your hips, and my thumb presses firmly on the opening of your asshole. It only barely pushes within you, but it threatens to push right in, it taps just inside the tight muscles which hold it out… the rhythm in time with the thrusting of my cock, “Cum for me, cum now, cum all over my cock. And watch, as your maid makes everyone else in the room cum for you.”

Your eyes open and you catch hers. Her hands are a blur, jerking the men on her sides off. The cum shoots from one strong and hard, landing all over her breast… The other drips from the cock a moment later, all over her hand. As you see the cum fly from these men, their eyes on you, they watch as your face moans and you spasm on my cock, releasing gushing fluid all over my cock and balls.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/fcjc1a/rendezvous_at_the_red_room_fm_mffm_written_for