Speaker 1: This is how the dirtiest night of my life began.
I'd spent the entire day pretending I cared about regional
sales projections while trapped in a freezing conference room three
states from home. By the time I finally checked into
the cheap hotel my company had booked for me, all
I wanted was a shower, a glass of wine, and sleep.
The hallway smelled like chlorine and stale air freshener. As
I dragged my suitcase toward room two one four, I
remember thinking the place looked way worse than the photos online.
I slid the key card in, pushed open the door,
and froze. There was a couple in my bed, well
technically the bed. The woman was on top of him,
sheets tangled around her waist, both of them half lit
by the flickering glow of the television. I should have
backed straight out of the room. Instead, I just stood there, staring, and,
if I'm being honest, a little turned on. Then the
man looked directly at me. Wait, he said, calmly, don't
close the door. He got out from under the woman
stepped closer, his eyes holding mine. The door opened. You
walked in. Do you want to leave. The woman smiled lasciviously.
They were an older couple. But my pussy was pulsing.
My pulse hammered in my throat. The woman came forward,
her robe whispering as it moved. She stopped just before me,
her gaze tracing my flushed cheeks, my parted lips. Or
do you want to stay? She asked, her tone a
mirror of his. The choice hung in the air, thick
and tangible. My own loneliness from the sterile conference hall
echoed in my bones. This room felt alive. My mouth
was dry. I swallowed, said stay. A smile touched her lips.
The man nodded a slow, satisfied motion. She reached for
the lapels of my blazer. Let's get you out of this.
Her fingers worked the buttons of my shirt, cool against
my heated skin. The fabric parted, and her palms slid
flat against my sternum. Feeling the frantic beat beneath, the
man watched, his eyes dark and intent. The woman's robe
fell open as she leaned in. She had big tits
that hung low. I liked them. Her mouth found my neck,
a hot, open kiss that sent a shock straight to
my core. I gasped. Her hands pushed my shirt off
my shoulders, and it fell away. Her lips traveled down
over my collar bone to the swell of my breast.
She didn't tease. She took my nipple into her mouth
through the thin lace of my braw, sucking hard, rolling
the peak with her tongue. A sharp, delicious ache bloomed.
I arched into her, a moan, escaping me. The man
moved behind me, His hands, large and warm, settled on
my hips, holding me steady. He pressed his body against
my back, the hard line of his stiff cock unmistakable
against my ass. The woman released my nipple with a
wet pop. She looked up at me, her eyes glinting
on the bed. They guided me backward. The mattress was
impossibly soft. The woman climbed atop me, straddling my thighs.
She untied her robe fully and let it slide away.
She was beautiful, old and curvy. She lowered herself, bringing
her mouth to my other breast, biting the lace cup
away to suck the nipple directly, her tongue flicking rapidly.
The man knelt beside the bed. His hands went to
my skirt unzipping it, pulling it down my legs along
with my underwear. I was naked, now exposed under their
dual gaze. The woman shifted, moving down my body. Her
kisses trailed over my stomach, my hips. Then she settled
between my legs. She didn't ask, She looked her eyes
on my wet pussy. Then she leaned in and licked
one long, slow stripe from bottom to top, tasting all
of me. I cried out, my hands fisting in the sheets.
She did it again, then settled into a rhythm. Her
mouth sealed over me, sucking and licking deep into my cunt.
The sensation was overwhelming, the direct, focused pressure, the wet
heat of her tongue circling my The man moved. He
stood at the edge of the bed, his trouser's gone
now he was fully naked, his dick hard and thick.
He grasped my ankle, pulling my leg wide, giving the
woman more access. Then he leaned over his mouth, finding
my breast again, claiming my nipple. Fuck, this felt good.
He sucked with a different pressure, stronger, more possessive. The
duel assault, his mouth on my breast, hers between my
legs made my vision blur, pleasure coiled tight and urgent.
I was panting, my hips, rocking against the woman's face.
She moaned against me, the vibration pushing me higher. Her
fingers joined her mouth, making them wet. Then she slid
to inside me, curling upward. I gasped my back, bowing
off the bed. She's close, the woman murmured, her voice
muffled against my skin. The man released my breast switch.
The woman rose, her mouth glistening. She knelt by my head,
her fingers guiding my face toward her old, wet pussy.
The smell of her wet cunt filled my senses. She
lowered her hips, offering her hole to me. I understood.
I turned my mouth, finding her wetness, tasting her musky innerds.
I licked, mimicking her rhythm on me, driven by a
desperate shared hunger. The man positioned himself between my legs.
He didn't enter slowly. He guided his cock to my
soaked entrance and pushed in with one deep, filling stroke.
I groaned around the woman's flesh, the invasion of perfect
stretching relief. He began to move steady and deep, each
thrust nudging the woman's fingers, still playing with my clit
as I ate her cunt. The woman rocked against my mouth,
her moans growing louder. Her hands held my head, urging
me deeper. I licked and sucked, lost in the taste
of her. The rhythm of the man pounding into me
balls deep, stretching and filling me. The bed shook with
our motion. The man pulled me deep, violently, his cock
slapping in and out of me. The man's pace increased,
his grunts filled the room. The woman suddenly pulled away
from my mouth. I want her, she breathed. She climbed
over me, positioning herself above the man's thrusting hips. She
pulled him out, taking his cock into her mouth, and
tasted my insides on his throbbing dick. Then he pulled
out of my used, ragged cunt and offered his cock
to us. Our lips met around his shaft, a hot,
wet ring. We moved together, sucking, licking the length, our
tongues colliding. He groaned a ragged sound, his thrusts between
our wet lips erratic. The woman pulled back, spit glistening
on her lips. She leaned down and spat onto his cock,
the warm fluid mixing with our saliva. She took him
back into our mouth, sucking fiercely. Then we shared it again,
tongues out as the biggest, hottest load I'd ever tasted,
exploded over our faces. Fuck me, my own climax was
a screaming peak, and the woman frigged my clit. I erupted, pussy,
juice squirting out. Then me and the guy ate the
woman clean clit to pussy to asshole until she came.
We all lay there, fucked and tired. When the door
opened and a girl walked in. Sorry, wrong room. She said, wait,
I said, calmly, eyeing up her cheerleading outfit. Don't close
the door the door, I hoped. You enjoyed today's sexy story.
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