[[Prologue] Brought the waitress home from the reception](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pb3zw2/mff_brought_the_waitress_home_from_the_reception/)
[[Part 1] The naked distractions in the backseat](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pcr8s3/mff_the_naked_distractions_in_the_backseat/)
[[Part 2] Naked in the woods](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pg85xo/mff_naked_in_the_woods/)
Having done a mad dash to escape the storm, and a twenty minute drive into the nearest small town. My fiancée [27F], The waitress [23F], and I [27M] all found ourselves racing to get checked into a motel that was pay by the hour. To us we all had a good idea of what was going to happen once we got into our room. Although to everyone else around, they likely thought I was the luckiest man at that moment in time. As anyone could guess, pay by the hour motels come with a reputation and to those who saw us were likely thinking I was bringing two of the most gorgeous young escorts here for some fun. In retrospect they weren’t entirely wrong aside from the escort concept. Anyway upon our arrival we didn’t have high expectations for the place, and upon meeting the older greasy looking man operating the front counter, our expectations plummeted even further. Yet anything was better than dealing with the hail, and the thunderstorm still raging on above us.
However, in the small amount of time that we actually spent in the rain to get from the car to the office, had left us all soaking wet. The girls were back in their sundresses but still without any underwear, and cuddling close while trying to use my hoodie to cover themselves, and I was standing in a black v-neck and beige shorts. It was obvious how wet we were, but I tried to ignore it, as the man seemed to eye up the girls when I took the key off the counter, and told the girls what room to go to. Unfortunately we were on the second floor, which meant we’d end up getting pelted by a few more hail pellets. I did my best to shield my female companions but there was only so much I could do, that the door to the room became the best sight in the world when we reached it.
Keeping the girls between me and the door, I rushed to get the keys in the lock as the hail got in its last few hits before the knob turned and the door swung open. Now I don’t know what I was expecting but it was like going back in time once we crossed the threshold. The floors were covered in a shag carpet, the walls were the classic upright wooden style, the tv was one of the old school ones with the red, white, and yellow cables, and the sheets on the bed were a floral pattern taken right from the late 80’s. However it was enough to keep us out of the storm, and the girls realized that as well when they wandered in. Dropping my hoodie on that chair that is always in a motel/hotel room, the first place we went was the bathroom. Now as much as I would’ve liked to pleasure these two in the shower, none of us felt comfortable getting in the old pink tub we saw before us.
No, instead we kept to the basics, and for once both my fiancée, and the waitress were directing me on what to do. Each of them took one of my hands as we went back to the queen sized bed. They then both kissed me, then kissed each other, before looking back at me. I had taken enough photos of these girls that I knew what the lustful look in their eyes met.
“We’ve tortured you so much today, daddy that I think it’s your turn to have some fun with us.” My fiancée teased.
“Yeah, you’re a few orgasms behind, you need to catch up.” The waitress added.
Then as if they were both sharing the same brain, they began stripping me. My fiancée grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started pulling it over my head, while the waitress dropped to her knees, and fiddled with my belt. Needless to say these girls knew what they were doing since the next thing I knew I was looking down at both of them, as they pulled down my boxers and my cock sprung out, gently slapping the waitress on the bridge of her nose. They both bit their lower lips at the sight of it, while the waitress started to stroke me, and their gazes returned to meet my eyes.
“Don’t hold back on us master.” The waitress said.
Hearing that word caught both me and my fiancée off guard as she looked at the waitress then back up at me with a devilish smirk.
“Yeah master, don’t hold back, put us naughty girls in our place.” My fiancée teased.
Very rarely have I ever been called master, but something about hearing them both say it brought out my wild side. Without even having to suggest it both girls started gliding their lips up the sides of my cock while their tongues danced along the shaft. Their lips were always touching each other’s and their warm breath, and drooling tongues felt amazing, until the waitress surprisingly made the next move. Sliding all the way up my shaft and past the tip, she engulfed my cock. My fiancée moved her head back to give the waitress more room, and allowed my cock to disappear down this beautiful woman’s throat, feeling all the muscles massaging my cock as she tried to breathe. She kept me down for close to ten seconds before pulling away to catch her breath, but my fiancee wasn’t satisfied with that as she put one hand on the back of the waitress’s head and impaled her back on my cock while her other hand started to massage my balls. They kept this up for a few minutes, as my fiancée occasionally let the waitress take a breath, until pulling her off completely. My cock was soaked in the waitress’s drool, but that didn’t deter my fiancée from taking her turn and like the waitress, my cock disappeared down her throat as well until her nose was just above the base of my cock. Meanwhile, with the lower half of her face covered in drool, the waitress leaned to the side so she could get underneath my cock and used her mouth to tease my balls. These girls were doing everything they could to make me burst, and I was about to unload on them when my fiancée pulled herself off and looked up at me.
“Not yet master, I can feel your cock twitching in my throat, but I don’t want you to cum yet.” She said, blue balling me.
From that point I was left to watch as the two of them both slipped out of their soaking wet sundresses and pushed me backward until I couldn’t go any further and toppled onto the bed. They then crawled up on either side of me, as my fiancée gave the order to the waitress to ride me, while my fiancée mounted my face then once they were in place, they started making out with each other. It’s hard to put into words but I love the way my fiancée tastes, and the way the waitress’s pussy gripped my cock was insane. I was in a state of lustful ecstasy, while above me I could hear my fiancee still giving orders.
“Ride him faster, make him cum. Keep bouncing, don’t stop. Don’t you want master’s cum?” She rattled off.
“Yes, I want his cum! I want masters cum deep inside me! Please cum inside me master! Please cum with me!” The waitress practically screamed.
Hearing that was the final push I needed to get over my orgasmic edge, and the same went for the waitress and my fiancée. The waitress’s pussy clenched onto my cock, as I filled her with cum just as the flood gates opened and both her and my fiancée squirted all over me, and also soaked the floral sheet on the bed. It was wickedly intense, as my fiancée lifted herself off my face and kissed the waitress, and I thought things were over but my fiancée had something else in mind. After the waitress pulled herself off my cock, she leaned back allowing my fiancée to dive between her legs to lick up my cum that was dripping out of her. Feeling like I was passing in and out of consciousness from my orgasm, the next thing I can vividly remember is the girls swapping my cum between the two of them a couple times before my fiancée swallowed it, then they both approached my cock again and gently kissed the tip, and looked up at me.
“Thanks master, you’ve made us two very happy girls.” my fiancée giggled.
“And don’t worry I’m on birth control.” The waitress added.
I honestly thought the fun was going to end there, but then there was a knock on the door and we looked at it, hesitant to make a move. Only we didn’t have to when the voice of the sleazy motel manager came through it.
“Quiet down, you’re louder than the hail storm for christ sake.”
At least that’s what it sounded like he said, as my fiancée turned to the waitress and told her she’ll be getting gagged for round two with my fiancée’s extra thong she brought with her. However from that point on, there wasn’t anything too crazy. We fooled around a little bit, from blowjobs, to fingering, to each of them riding me a couple more times and even scissoring each other. That when our time inevitably expired, the storm had passed and the room, more so the bed, was absolutely soaked that the motel manager might have thought there was a leak. Now unfortunately there wasn’t much more fun to be had in the car either, and the girls were pretty much tired out from their orgasmic adventures that they slept most of the way, until we pulled up to the waitress’s apartment building. Each of us got out, and we kissed our new friend goodbye and I gave her one last hug when she whispered something in my ear.
“I took a selfie when we were first riding you, and sent it to my ex. It’s been the perfect revenge, so thank you again…master.” She whispered before kissing me on the cheek and finally taking her leave.
Like most clients, I don’t know when we’ll see her again, but my fiancée and I are both looking forward to the next time we get to share a bed with her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pik1lk/mff_naughty_fun_in_a_small_town_motel