"Well, you've got a big day tomorrow, Amy," Darnell said after a moment. "Let's get you cleaned up and get you to bed so you can rest. The other horn dogs at the seminar will expect the same special insights into sexual harassment you have given us this evening. They'll want you to harass their dicks with that hooker mouth of yours." We were all standing up and Amy said: "But right now I want some more manly attention. I wanna suck more hard cock and get fucked real good. Please?" She threw her arms around him after she got her clothes on. We made our way to the door to the corridor. We began a hellishly slow walk through the lobby. His hand on her ass, Darnell looked down at her and smiled and then chuckled: "Baby, you can't get enough tonight, can you? Oh, look, these guys over here in the corner are really checkin' you out." Although a lot of men were doing just that, I did look where he was gesturing and there were three middle-aged convention guys sitting just off lobby bar, smiling lewdly and staring demonstratively at my wife.
Bob, in plain sight, put his groping fingers on her buttock, just below Darnell's hand, and said: "Why don't you go over and tell them you think you know them," he said, "we want to see you harass 'em." He grinned at me and Amy gave me a big smile.
Amy took my hand and led the way toward the three strangers. It was uncanny to see men of all ages, from anywhere in the lobby, do double takes, head twists, or just hard, prolonged stares at my wife's chest. Darnell, Red and Bob tagged along. "Do you have any idea how much embarrassment you're causing?" I asked her. "If this is what it takes to get more business from a client I want no part of it." She kissed me on the cheek, "I do. And I have to say I'm getting addicted to all these men checking out my tits - just for the fuck of it."
As we neared the three conventioneers, one, a heavy set guy with glasses and a Steelers cap, nudged one of the others and said: "Oh oh." Their blatant ogling and joking stopped. They put on solemn expressions and acted like we weren't approaching them.
Amy dragged me up next to where he was sitting. With an excited look on her face and a sexy smile she said: "Hi handsome! Long time no see!" He gave her a puzzled look as she leaned over and kissed him on the lips, her hand resting for a moment on his neck. He continued to stare as she bent over to show more cleavage. She looked at him with a slight frown and said: "Excuse me, but don't I know you?" He looked up at her blankly, and his eyes locked into her tits. The other two did the same, uncertain of what was going on. She put her arm around me as I managed a slight, resentful smile. Amy was standing straight up and her boobs jutted out with a size and fullness that I could never get over. The guys' vacant stares changed to shifty glances at her chest. Her body usually made me feel lost in its sexiness, and after the three on one in the pool room I felt even more lost than usual. And I found myself looking for, and reacting strongly to, the obvious effect my wife was ng on these guys. It was humiliating being there, absorbing the evil showing off that she was so eager to do.
The fat guy cleared his throat and spoke. He was plainly nervous and overwhelmed by my wife's body. "I'd like to say you know me, but ----" Amy cut him off and rubbed her breast against me. "I was telling my husband 'hey, I know this guy!'" Amy began rubbing my ass with her hand, her arm moving around enough to make it obvious. She looked into my eyes and said: "Honey, he and I are old buddies!" She turned to him, and frowned as if pondering something: "Ever been to Chicago?" she removed her hand and sat herself on the arm of his chair. Her breasts were now almost in his face, and he backed away slightly. "No," he said. She draped a leg over his, and looked up at Red and said: "I swear I know this guy." I became aware that these three were half looped and were loosening up. "Are you sure you've never been to Chicago? Didn't I suck your dick once or twice with a bunch of other oversexed guys?" she said, balancing herself by putting her arm around his neck. "Believe me chuckled, still quite nervous but growing bolder, "I'm trying to remember. I'm hoping I remember!" The others laughed energetically, and I looked at Darnell and the others and how much they were enjoying the treatment she was giving this guy.
Amy gave him a big smile and looked down at her chest. "You wouldn't forget tits this large, would you, honey? I remember everybody cumming all over them....." He looked up at her, fighting desperately to break her stare and feast his eyes on the globes so enticingly close to him. She snickered and looked back at me, "darling, I think he wants to compliment me." She turned back at him and said: "Want to play with my tits up in the room where my husband and I are staying? You like my big tits?" He was laughing nervously. "Wow," he managed to get out.
"I just love it when guys check out my knockers," she said softly, rubbing his neck with her fingers. He had just summoned the courage to stare at her breasts when one of his companions said in a loud stage whisper: "Uh Chuck, here come the wives." Amy said: "Oh well, and I was ready to suck you guys off." She stood up as three bewildered women approached us. One of them was glaring at my wife. Amy leaned over, showing alot more of her cleavage, and kissed him again on the lips. "Nice to see you," she said and took my arm, walking away. I looked back at the man, his jaw in his lap, and his wife frowning. Darnell and the others whooped it up over the reactions she got from the three guys. "Good job, seminar slut!" Red said loudly, hugging Amy.
We walked to the elevator, a glass vehicle that was built into the wall of the large atrium of the hotel lobby. The atrium opened all the way to the twenty-fifth - the top - floor, where Amy and I were staying. There was some kind of party going on in the main ballroom and a couple of half-looped guys got in the car with Darnell, Bob, Red, Amy and me. One of the party guys, a chunky middle-aged man with a mustache and a pot, turned to us as the door closed and said: "Were you at the party too?" "Nope," I said curtly, preoccupied with the probability of Darnell and his companions giving my wife another "good night kiss" when we got in the vicinity of our hotel room. The other guy was taller, athletic, with a crewcut and striking gray eyes. He looked at Amy, who was standing by the glass, sort of leaning against Darnell, and said: "You should have been there." Then he stared at her again, looking her over, and said: "Especially you."
Red smiled at the guy and said: "Well let's have a little party in here," and punched every single button on the elevator panel. As the car rose toward the second floor, Red reached over and took Amy's hand, then pulled her to the front of the car, in front of me, and facing the two strangers.
Bob and Darnell snickered. Red said to the tall guy: "You like her?" Amy leaned back, reaching back with her arms, and rested her hands on Red's face. The second floor door opened. The tall guy smiled: "Like her? She's gorgeous! Should have come to our party." Red reached around and cupped his hands under her tits. "Want her to suck your cock?" he said, looking intently at the tall guy. The tall guy was thunderstruck. "Huh?" he said, transfixed. Amy just smiled and stared. "Show them those big tits, right here in front of your husband," Red said. Amy moaned and undid her top, and stuck her chest out, then shook her boobs back and forth. Red smiled and said: "Awesome, right? Ever seen tits like these?" The tall one was transfixed, and the other man was staring with his tongue almost hanging from his mouth.
"She's a filthy cocksucker, totally nasty," Darnell said. He poked me in a comradely way and said, "right? You're the spouse in this situation. Doesn't the little wife suck a great dick?" I grunted in disgust. Amy fell to her knees and began rubbing the tall guy's crotch. "Do you want more dick?" Red said to her, "Christ you are cock hungry.........Oh yeah, unzip him and get that prick out. You know you can't wait another minute, you nasty slut." Then Darnell said, "hey, let's give the lobby party goers a thrill. Move those big tits over here by the glass." I shuddered, knowing that the sex going on in this well-illuminated elevator car was going to be visible to anyone in the lobby or on the balconies on each floor as we ascended. Darnell called to the guy whose dick was in her face: "Hey, do you mind showing off?" The guy backed up, knocking me aside and stood, bare-assed against the glass, his pants at his ankles. "Mind?" he smiled, "this is fucking fantastic!" He d on Amy's hair and pushed her head against his rock hard penis.
I watched in dread as the guy leaned against the glass of the elevator car and Amy knelt before him, licking and kissing his dick. She stared at me. Her eyelids slowly closed once or twice, as if she were in a drug euphoria. The other guy moved to a spot against the glass to his buddy's left and began wanking his meat, blue veins highlighting the shaft of his hardening cock.
The car was rising and I saw people pointing up at us, conventioneers, party people, hotel guests. Darnell and Red stood behind and played with her derriere. Darnell's fingers worked their way into her pussy and Red began finger-fucking her asshole. Darnell laughed: "She's pulsing down here, fellas. Why don't one of you fuck her while she spit shines the other?" The first guy moaned to his companion: "You fuck her. I want to see you play with her big tits while she sucks me off. Oh, honey, you've got a professional whore mouth. No married woman could possibly know how to suck cock like this." The other guy turned to Darnell and asked: "You've gotta give us the number for her escort service. Or does she work this hotel freelance?"
As he spoke the car stopped and the door opened on the next floor and I thanked God that no one was waiting to board. The door closed and Bob laughed, putting his arm around me, "Looks like your lovely wife has just received another compliment." The others laughed and the guy getting blown said: "You're her husband? Whoopsie!"
Bob was standing by the glass to his right and said: "Hey, when you're done swallowing his whole cock like that wrap those jugs around his dick." The guy said: "I have made a point of cultivating big tits all my life. And I have never seen tits this huge." "Really?" my wife said, her hair covering her face completely, sweat making it cling to her skin, "darling, more compliments." Resuming the hurtful stares at me, she immediately, dutifully, grabbed her boobs and enclosed his cock in them. Then she looked up at him with a smile as the other guy fucked her in long, deep strokes, making her body vibrate. The elevator door stopped at the next floor and three middle-aged women stood waiting to enter. "Sorry," I laughed, in a panic, "this car is out of service." My effort to block their view of this carnal nightmare was unavailing; the trio looked beyond me and stared incredulously at my wife holding her tits around the one guy's cock and getting fucked vigorously from behind. "Sorry for the inconvenience," I said, frantically pushing buttons to make the door close. "Good god!" one of the women said, "call security!".
"Let's hose her down before the party gets busted," Red said, fishing his stiff dick out through his opened fly. Soon Darnell and Bob were also jacking themselves and the party guy fucking her yelled: "Oh yeah, let's cream her!" She knelt with her back flush against the glass wall of the elevator, her eyes half closed, her mouth open, her tongue drooping over her lower lip. I was now in a state of terror, wondering how this grotesque display, visible to people now at the balconies of the floors we were at, approaching or passing, would wind up.
What I learned later was that the three women did call security and spoke with a young hotel employee who advised them he would check it out immediately. Others heard from guests of the incident and the first guard made a point of waving the other personnel off with his walkie talkie. "I will catch them at the next elevator stop," he said. But he took his time, still grateful for the first class blow job my loose wife had bestowed upon him in the swimming pool room.
The elevator stopped three more times before we encountered people waiting for a car. This time it was two young high school guys. Bob asked, as he jacked his dick, which party they were here for. In timid, halting words one of them said that they were in town for a convention with their parents, who were not with them. They hesitated to get in. "We're - uh - going down," one of them said, flabbergasted at what he saw. Red grabbed them. "Come on in, you can ride with us and jack off on her." The door closed and they stood, apprehensively, in the car in front of my wife, who was playing with her tits. "Hi," she said, "can I suck your dicks?" Darnell laughed: "Don't be shy, fellas. Get your dicks out. You're in for a BJ treat. And when you're ready to cum, jack off in her face or on her tits." At that moment the taller of the party guys grunted and emptied his nuts, sperm squirting in thick white gobs on her shoulder and against the glass wall.
The doors opened at another floor. A crowd stood gawking and I made nervous, incoherent statements about the elevator being out of service and could they come back later. I turned as the doors closed and the other party guy unloaded his hot semen in her hair and behind her. The one kid stood aside as the other half-pushed his way in front of her face, his cock already sprung to life and in his hand. His youthful exuberance rushed his juices to a boiling point and he shot his cum in her face. As we stopped at more floors Amy begged for more cum and by the time we reached our floor she got it. Jizz was all over her upper body and splatted on the glass wall behind her, streams of semen running down toward the floor. She turned and rubbed her tits against the glass several times, laughing. I could not see but confidently assumed that dozens of hotel guests and others were taking this in as the elevator car made its way up through the atrium. The companion elevator car to our t zoomed up and down, and people of all ages gawked in thrall at Amy's evil acts.
The other high school kid overcame his shyness and unzipped his fly, staring at my wife's big tits. She was shaking them as wildly as she could, making them jiggle in whatever direction Bob and Darnell demanded. Cum flew off them. Amy reached out, snaked a finger around a belt loop of the second high school kid's trousers, and pulled him toward her. The kid's inhibitions were melting away and they disappeared as she tenderly inserted her hand in his crotch and stroked his hardening cock. He grinned nervously. "Wow!" he said. Everyone laughed. "Wow is right," Darnell laughed, "suck that teenage dick, you big-titted whore." "Well, if you put it that way," Amy chuckled, and deep-throated the boy. Within minutes, as we stopped at the remaining floors and everyone applauded her cocksucking, the kid began to grit his teeth and pant uncontrollably. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, I love it!" she smiled, and he jacked off furiously at her face. Almost falling over from the convulsions, he his cum in several thick strings of jizz. At our floor the two boys said: "Thanks, that was way cool," and pressed the button in the foyer to go back down.
The young security guy was there at the top floor, talking on the walkie talkie. "I've got them," he said, ignoring the high school kids and staring at Amy. Almost apologetically he said to us as we emerged from the elevator, "sorry, two other security guys are coming up to assist me. I can't stop them. One of them is my boss." We began walking toward the room. He watched in awe as Amy, her clothes back on, wiped and licked the sperm off her face. "The two that are going to meet us are all business. I have no idea how they'll handle this complaint," he said. My wife seemed unfazed by that comment. She just smiled brightly at him. "Can I blow you again when we get to our room?" Amy asked, bright-eyed, brimming with enthusiasm. "That way I can take my time with that nice young dick of yours." She walked beside him, rubbing his buns aggressively. "Sure," he said, his hand squeezing his crotch, "and I thought we had no hookers in this hotel." "You don't, at least not with " Darnell said, putting his arm around her and leading the way toward our room, "she's a seminar slut, a harassment seminar whore. She peddles her ass for free." The security kid laughed: "You're doing that seminar down in the Renaissance Room?" he asked, taken aback.
We reached our room just as two Black hotel security guys came down the hall, marching briskly towards us. I looked over at them with some hope. At last, someone with a take no prisoners attitude was going to take charge of this situation. Within a few moments the two security guys knocked on our suite door and I let them in. Amy had already jumped in the shower, taking a change of clothes into the bathroom with her. The younger guy spoke with them near the door while Darnell, Red and Bob watched television. I didn't know what to do with myself, resentful that our suite was no longer ours.
Finally the taller of the two - he must have been 6'5", with shades and came on very official with a serious, almost conceited manner - said to me: "Sir, our associate tells us that you and your wife are here at the hotel putting on a seminar on harassment." "Yes," I said nervously, "we're here for two days -- " he cut me off. "Yet you accompanied these men to the pool room with your wife, despite signs clearly warning guests that it was closed, then stood by as your wife showed her breasts to our associate?" "Yes," I said, "but it wasn't my idea." The other man, shorter but built like a running back, had a goatee and penetrating blue eyes. "How about the solicitation of oral sex in the lobby , was that your idea?" I felt like I was being interrogated. "No it was certainly not ---," I began, but he cut me off: "How about the open display of sex in the elevator?" he said. "Not my idea," I protested. "Did you do anything to stop it?" he asked sternly. The tall one barked e before I could answer: "Our associate tells us that when your wife showed her bare breasts, she coerced him into oral sex," he said, his face slightly contorted with a grimace, "and you just stood by and did nothing?" I was silent. "I asked you a question...." he said after a moment of staring. "That's correct," I mumbled. "What?" he yelled. "That's correct," I repeated. I was feeling intimidated and very apprehensive. The other man said slowly: "You..did...nothing...?" I nodded. "Well," he said, looking at his colleague, "this will make dealing with his wife easier." They then took off their blazers, carefully hanging them in our closet, and revealing very cut bodies - their biceps bulged in their white shirt sleeves - and implying that they were making themselves at home. All we heard was the sound of these Black men removing their jackets and the sounds of the fabric being hung on hangars, the closet door rumbling softly as they slid the door shut.
By then the shower had stopped and after a few minutes of no talking, just icy stares from the two hotel security guys, the bathroom door opened and Amy walked out, taking two steps toward the bed. Her hair, with no time to dry it, was combed back, showing off her very strong facial features. She was a brand new woman. She was in a sexy, tight red cocktail dress and matching high heels. The shoulder straps were thin, and stretched tautly. She wore no bra. Black thigh high hose adorned her shapely legs. After all the sex she had just had, she had jumped into a cramped hotel bathroom and walked out in ten minutes completely bathed, refreshed, smelling of a bewitching cologne and made up to a T.
The bigger of the Black guys said to her: "Are you Amy?" She stood next to where I was sitting on the bed and looked up at him and spoke with exaggerated sheepishness, "Yes." "We've had complaints that a woman meeting your description has been engaging in improper acts in this hotel." "Well, my husband and I have been having some fun," Amy said timidly. She made a point of pushing her chest forward. He and his associate looked her over openly, frowning, faces bereft of any emotion. They turned to their younger, serious-looking associate. "Tell us again what happened, Carl." He coughed and said: "I noticed activity in the Swim Center. I entered the center and noticed these men wandering around. Then this woman," he gestured toward my wife, "approached me from a dark area of the room and showed me her breasts. She was very forward and made me sit in a chair, then straddled my lap. Before I knew it, Reggie, she was giving me oral sex. And she got me to give her my fl ght."
Reggie, the bigger Black guy, walked up to Amy and said to the other Black guy, "Denzel, cut off the lights when I tell you." Reggie said to Amy, "you have a hotel flashlight. You're in trouble, and so is your husband. We run a respectable hotel here, and whoring on this property is inappropriate." I wanted to be assertive and said: "My wife is not a whore." Reggie said with contempt: "Excuse me?" I repeated my statement. "We'll see. Where's that flashlight?" I took it out of my pants pocket and handed it, fearfully, to him. He just looked down at it. "You hold it, which is apparently all you're good for." I said: "I want to speak to the hotel manager. This is ridiculous." Reggie ignored me and said to my wife: "Turn around, whore." She turned around. "Cut that light off," Reggie directed. Soon the room was in total darkness, the shades being drawn.
I could sense that my wife was inches in front of me, and I heard the sound of hands on fabric and her sighs. "Turn on the flashlight," Reggie barked. I switched it on and with trepidation aimed it toward my wife's face. Reggie's powerful arms were wrapped around her and they were kissing roughly. I was in for a rough emotional time all over again. I could not help but shine the light on her massive tits, which his hands squeezed and shook vigorously as they kissed. She responded lustfully to his hands and, reaching back, began caressing his hair and face. As their kiss broke Reggie said: "So you showed these big tits of yours to Carl?" "I cannot lie," my wife said, with exaggerated courtesy and formality. "Will I get in trouble?" "We need to investigate further," he whispered. He raised his voice, turning his head slightly. "Denzel, you want to interrogate the suspect?" Then he said to my wife: "Sit down on the bed, please."
Reggie instructed me to stand and shine the flashlight on my wife's chest as she sat down next to me. Denzel knelt on one knee on the other side of her and the flashlight revealed his large muscular hands kneading her tits. "How many men have you serviced in this hotel this evening, whore?" he asked. "Oh God, am I in trouble, sir?" she asked in a school girl voice. Denzel's fingers grabbed a tit and lifted it high, and pushed it as far as it could go against my wife's face and neck. Then he let the heavy mammary flesh fall back on her chest. He did it with the other. "We run a respectable hotel here," he said, as her hand squeezed his dick under his pants, "and we don't need married whores sucking cock in our elevators." She had now unzipped his pants and was working his prick out of his trousers. Reggie knelt before her. "It's a matter of respect for the guests," he said authoritatively. "Slutty wives belong in the shadows, where their loose cunts won't tarnish this pro 's reputation." He then tore her dress right up to the waist, spread her willing legs, and buried his black face in her pussy. She began to suck Denzel's cock, and pulled his oversized balls out of his pants so that they hung over his fly.
As my wife went to town on Denzel's dick I was transfixed at the size of his organ. It was long enough, but its thickness....its thickness was hard to believe. She eagerly wrestled with his belt and trousers, obviously anxious to get her hands on his ass. His outer hand kept squeezing her tits. My flashlight lit up the sight of her hand pulling his hips into her, her tongue practically hanging out of her mouth. "Oh FUCK!" she cried as he mashed his catsup bottle-sized prick into her lips. She was getting so aroused that sweat was already pouring down her brow. Meanwhile Reggie had removed his shirt and pulled her right leg up toward her breast as he finger fucked her twat.
"How do you like sucking dick while your husband holds the flashlight?" Denzel laughed amid the moans of greater and greater pleasure. "You really like him watching you get your cunt licked, don't you whore?" My wife made an affirmative "Mmmm hmmm," her mouth stuffed with cockmeat. I heard Reggie's shoes and socks come off and he stood, pulling his pants and underpants off in one pull. "Whoa, get the light on that dick!" Red said, whistling in wonderment. "Shine that light on his cock, honey," my wife requested, her fisted hand pulling urgently on Denzel's dick.
I had had my fill of this subservience and ignored her. Then her voice dropped a bit and grew loud. "Shine the fucking light," she instructed me. Begrudgingly I moved the flashlight down to Reggie's midsection. There, proudly and almost surrealistically, pointing wickedly at my wife, was what had to be the biggest penis in North America. Its fully erect shaft was about twice the length of my entire organ, and its head was completely, menacingly, hard as a rock. "Someone's gonna get fucked in two!" Bob laughed. "Amy, you got room for that log?" Red laughed. I had a feeling these clowns were in the spirit of this next sexual adventure with my wife so I made a quick jerk of the flashlight around the room at waist level. Red, standing to the side of Reggie, was jerking himself, as was Bob next to him. Darnell was next to me, his own oversized meat hot and heavy, enclosed in his fisting right hand.
I moved the light back to Amy's face. She was jacking off Denzel and pulling a tit up to her mouth to lick its nipple. Her eyes were locked into this giant sausage just inches from her. "Oh Christ, look at that dick," my wife whimpered and gasped. She got on all fours facing him and Denzel got on the bed behind her. He began fucking her in deep, slow strokes. Amy reacted immediately, almost fiercely. "Fuck me hard!" she yelled several times. She demanded that Reggie fuck her face. "You're in no position to ask us for anything, tramp," Reggie snickered. "Please give me your big dick. I want that dick in my mouth. Please," she begged him. Denzel's vigorous fucking made her massive breasts slap together and bounce wildly.
"I want to see those watermelon boobs dance," Reggie said, stroking his cock. "Pull her arms back toward you," Reggie said to Denzel. "You want me to shake my tits more while he fucks me? Sure," my wife panted. She wanted to do anything to get him to stick his cock in her mouth. I thought it was pathetic to see my wife pander to this bully, but she shook her tits every way she could. Knowing that's what he would order me to illuminate I kept the flashlight on her boobs. "Fuck him on that chair," Reggie commanded her. He gestured: "Denzel, sit on that chair, and fuck this slut's pussy while she faces us on your lap." "But I want your dick," Amy implored him. "Get your whore ass over there," he said tersely.
In a few moments I found myself standing to the side of one of the hotel suite chairs, watching my wife fucking a black man like there was no tomorrow. She was perched forward slightly as she was rising and falling over his impaling prick. Her arms braced her on the arm rests of the chair, and she in a raspy, hysterical voice called out to Reggie: "You like my big tits bouncing like this? Do you?" "Oh yeah," he said, "let me help you shake those slutty boobs." As she labored to swing her massive udders from side to side Reggie roughly played with them, pulling at the nipples and smacking the titflesh together. This went on for a few minutes, until Denzel shot what must have been a heavy load into my wife's womb. She barely had time to catch her breath when Reggie picked her up in the air, right out of the chair, and held her against him.
He was standing in this hotel room and my wife was suspended next to him, his hands under her arms. He lowered her slowly and said: "Denzel, I just gotta fuck this tramp's pussy," he said, and my wife cried out as Reggie's king-size prick worked its way inside my wife. "Shit," my wife cried, "oh baby that's so fucking huge. Oh my God. Oh fuck." Then she said: "Slow down, honey. It's too deep," but he grunted: "You wanted my cock, you back in the alley bitch. Don't complain." Incredibly, he continued to fuck her in this position, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Then he withdrew and turned her around, then said: "Somebody pick her up by the shoulders - and the tits." She fell forward into the arms of someone. My light was stuck on his soaking wet, shiny cock, so I have no idea who responded, but she was almost floating in the middle of the room while Reggie resumed his big-dicked drilling of my wife's pussy. And someone was holding her by the shoulders while others were holding her tits. She was facing down and I heard her come like a maniac within a few minutes of the start of this perverse copulation.
After about five minutes of this Reggie lay on the bed and commanded her to sit on his dick. "Who wants to fuck her asshole?" he asked magnanimously. The flashlight had been trained on the sight of her ass bouncing hard on his cock, and soon a willing Red did the honors, alternating thrusts with Reggie, and he came quickly. Then Bob mounted her and fucked her asshole so hard I thought she would pass out. After he shot his load in her Darnell took over, almost pushing Bob off the bed. After Darnell pumped her butt for about five minutes he released inside her. Then Reggie tossed her down on the bed and told her to lie on her side, her upper leg bent sharply in and her ass on display. Then he worked his jumbo prick into her asshole and fucked her slow and deeply for the next fifteen minutes. "Jack off your clit," he said gruffly, and soon after she complied and rubbed herself enthusiastically she came again. This contraction must have done it for him because he pulled his out and jacked it over her tits. Very soon a heavy load of semen blasted on her tits.
For about another hour these men pretty much had their way with her, then got up to leave, without so much as a thank you to my wife or any appreciation of my face-losing role of holding the flashlight for almost two hours.
As Red walked out the door he laughed: "See you in the morning, folks! And don't keep us waiting."
I was disgusted and tired. "Well, I hope you're satisfied," I grumbled at last, and then said: "what if corporate doesn't give us more contracts? What was all this degradation for?" Finally Amy spoke, in a voice laden with exhaustion: "Oh don't worry about that, honey. I got a call this morning during the break on the cell phone and we're in." I was shocked. "You mean they were going to use us anyway? What was all this for?" I asked, referring to her promiscuity. "I just felt like strutting my stuff," she said, and nodded off to sleep. I dreaded the seminar the next morning.
END
Bob, in plain sight, put his groping fingers on her buttock, just below Darnell's hand, and said: "Why don't you go over and tell them you think you know them," he said, "we want to see you harass 'em." He grinned at me and Amy gave me a big smile.
Amy took my hand and led the way toward the three strangers. It was uncanny to see men of all ages, from anywhere in the lobby, do double takes, head twists, or just hard, prolonged stares at my wife's chest. Darnell, Red and Bob tagged along. "Do you have any idea how much embarrassment you're causing?" I asked her. "If this is what it takes to get more business from a client I want no part of it." She kissed me on the cheek, "I do. And I have to say I'm getting addicted to all these men checking out my tits - just for the fuck of it."
As we neared the three conventioneers, one, a heavy set guy with glasses and a Steelers cap, nudged one of the others and said: "Oh oh." Their blatant ogling and joking stopped. They put on solemn expressions and acted like we weren't approaching them.
Amy dragged me up next to where he was sitting. With an excited look on her face and a sexy smile she said: "Hi handsome! Long time no see!" He gave her a puzzled look as she leaned over and kissed him on the lips, her hand resting for a moment on his neck. He continued to stare as she bent over to show more cleavage. She looked at him with a slight frown and said: "Excuse me, but don't I know you?" He looked up at her blankly, and his eyes locked into her tits. The other two did the same, uncertain of what was going on. She put her arm around me as I managed a slight, resentful smile. Amy was standing straight up and her boobs jutted out with a size and fullness that I could never get over. The guys' vacant stares changed to shifty glances at her chest. Her body usually made me feel lost in its sexiness, and after the three on one in the pool room I felt even more lost than usual. And I found myself looking for, and reacting strongly to, the obvious effect my wife was ng on these guys. It was humiliating being there, absorbing the evil showing off that she was so eager to do.
The fat guy cleared his throat and spoke. He was plainly nervous and overwhelmed by my wife's body. "I'd like to say you know me, but ----" Amy cut him off and rubbed her breast against me. "I was telling my husband 'hey, I know this guy!'" Amy began rubbing my ass with her hand, her arm moving around enough to make it obvious. She looked into my eyes and said: "Honey, he and I are old buddies!" She turned to him, and frowned as if pondering something: "Ever been to Chicago?" she removed her hand and sat herself on the arm of his chair. Her breasts were now almost in his face, and he backed away slightly. "No," he said. She draped a leg over his, and looked up at Red and said: "I swear I know this guy." I became aware that these three were half looped and were loosening up. "Are you sure you've never been to Chicago? Didn't I suck your dick once or twice with a bunch of other oversexed guys?" she said, balancing herself by putting her arm around his neck. "Believe me chuckled, still quite nervous but growing bolder, "I'm trying to remember. I'm hoping I remember!" The others laughed energetically, and I looked at Darnell and the others and how much they were enjoying the treatment she was giving this guy.
Amy gave him a big smile and looked down at her chest. "You wouldn't forget tits this large, would you, honey? I remember everybody cumming all over them....." He looked up at her, fighting desperately to break her stare and feast his eyes on the globes so enticingly close to him. She snickered and looked back at me, "darling, I think he wants to compliment me." She turned back at him and said: "Want to play with my tits up in the room where my husband and I are staying? You like my big tits?" He was laughing nervously. "Wow," he managed to get out.
"I just love it when guys check out my knockers," she said softly, rubbing his neck with her fingers. He had just summoned the courage to stare at her breasts when one of his companions said in a loud stage whisper: "Uh Chuck, here come the wives." Amy said: "Oh well, and I was ready to suck you guys off." She stood up as three bewildered women approached us. One of them was glaring at my wife. Amy leaned over, showing alot more of her cleavage, and kissed him again on the lips. "Nice to see you," she said and took my arm, walking away. I looked back at the man, his jaw in his lap, and his wife frowning. Darnell and the others whooped it up over the reactions she got from the three guys. "Good job, seminar slut!" Red said loudly, hugging Amy.
We walked to the elevator, a glass vehicle that was built into the wall of the large atrium of the hotel lobby. The atrium opened all the way to the twenty-fifth - the top - floor, where Amy and I were staying. There was some kind of party going on in the main ballroom and a couple of half-looped guys got in the car with Darnell, Bob, Red, Amy and me. One of the party guys, a chunky middle-aged man with a mustache and a pot, turned to us as the door closed and said: "Were you at the party too?" "Nope," I said curtly, preoccupied with the probability of Darnell and his companions giving my wife another "good night kiss" when we got in the vicinity of our hotel room. The other guy was taller, athletic, with a crewcut and striking gray eyes. He looked at Amy, who was standing by the glass, sort of leaning against Darnell, and said: "You should have been there." Then he stared at her again, looking her over, and said: "Especially you."
Red smiled at the guy and said: "Well let's have a little party in here," and punched every single button on the elevator panel. As the car rose toward the second floor, Red reached over and took Amy's hand, then pulled her to the front of the car, in front of me, and facing the two strangers.
Bob and Darnell snickered. Red said to the tall guy: "You like her?" Amy leaned back, reaching back with her arms, and rested her hands on Red's face. The second floor door opened. The tall guy smiled: "Like her? She's gorgeous! Should have come to our party." Red reached around and cupped his hands under her tits. "Want her to suck your cock?" he said, looking intently at the tall guy. The tall guy was thunderstruck. "Huh?" he said, transfixed. Amy just smiled and stared. "Show them those big tits, right here in front of your husband," Red said. Amy moaned and undid her top, and stuck her chest out, then shook her boobs back and forth. Red smiled and said: "Awesome, right? Ever seen tits like these?" The tall one was transfixed, and the other man was staring with his tongue almost hanging from his mouth.
"She's a filthy cocksucker, totally nasty," Darnell said. He poked me in a comradely way and said, "right? You're the spouse in this situation. Doesn't the little wife suck a great dick?" I grunted in disgust. Amy fell to her knees and began rubbing the tall guy's crotch. "Do you want more dick?" Red said to her, "Christ you are cock hungry.........Oh yeah, unzip him and get that prick out. You know you can't wait another minute, you nasty slut." Then Darnell said, "hey, let's give the lobby party goers a thrill. Move those big tits over here by the glass." I shuddered, knowing that the sex going on in this well-illuminated elevator car was going to be visible to anyone in the lobby or on the balconies on each floor as we ascended. Darnell called to the guy whose dick was in her face: "Hey, do you mind showing off?" The guy backed up, knocking me aside and stood, bare-assed against the glass, his pants at his ankles. "Mind?" he smiled, "this is fucking fantastic!" He d on Amy's hair and pushed her head against his rock hard penis.
I watched in dread as the guy leaned against the glass of the elevator car and Amy knelt before him, licking and kissing his dick. She stared at me. Her eyelids slowly closed once or twice, as if she were in a drug euphoria. The other guy moved to a spot against the glass to his buddy's left and began wanking his meat, blue veins highlighting the shaft of his hardening cock.
The car was rising and I saw people pointing up at us, conventioneers, party people, hotel guests. Darnell and Red stood behind and played with her derriere. Darnell's fingers worked their way into her pussy and Red began finger-fucking her asshole. Darnell laughed: "She's pulsing down here, fellas. Why don't one of you fuck her while she spit shines the other?" The first guy moaned to his companion: "You fuck her. I want to see you play with her big tits while she sucks me off. Oh, honey, you've got a professional whore mouth. No married woman could possibly know how to suck cock like this." The other guy turned to Darnell and asked: "You've gotta give us the number for her escort service. Or does she work this hotel freelance?"
As he spoke the car stopped and the door opened on the next floor and I thanked God that no one was waiting to board. The door closed and Bob laughed, putting his arm around me, "Looks like your lovely wife has just received another compliment." The others laughed and the guy getting blown said: "You're her husband? Whoopsie!"
Bob was standing by the glass to his right and said: "Hey, when you're done swallowing his whole cock like that wrap those jugs around his dick." The guy said: "I have made a point of cultivating big tits all my life. And I have never seen tits this huge." "Really?" my wife said, her hair covering her face completely, sweat making it cling to her skin, "darling, more compliments." Resuming the hurtful stares at me, she immediately, dutifully, grabbed her boobs and enclosed his cock in them. Then she looked up at him with a smile as the other guy fucked her in long, deep strokes, making her body vibrate. The elevator door stopped at the next floor and three middle-aged women stood waiting to enter. "Sorry," I laughed, in a panic, "this car is out of service." My effort to block their view of this carnal nightmare was unavailing; the trio looked beyond me and stared incredulously at my wife holding her tits around the one guy's cock and getting fucked vigorously from behind. "Sorry for the inconvenience," I said, frantically pushing buttons to make the door close. "Good god!" one of the women said, "call security!".
"Let's hose her down before the party gets busted," Red said, fishing his stiff dick out through his opened fly. Soon Darnell and Bob were also jacking themselves and the party guy fucking her yelled: "Oh yeah, let's cream her!" She knelt with her back flush against the glass wall of the elevator, her eyes half closed, her mouth open, her tongue drooping over her lower lip. I was now in a state of terror, wondering how this grotesque display, visible to people now at the balconies of the floors we were at, approaching or passing, would wind up.
What I learned later was that the three women did call security and spoke with a young hotel employee who advised them he would check it out immediately. Others heard from guests of the incident and the first guard made a point of waving the other personnel off with his walkie talkie. "I will catch them at the next elevator stop," he said. But he took his time, still grateful for the first class blow job my loose wife had bestowed upon him in the swimming pool room.
The elevator stopped three more times before we encountered people waiting for a car. This time it was two young high school guys. Bob asked, as he jacked his dick, which party they were here for. In timid, halting words one of them said that they were in town for a convention with their parents, who were not with them. They hesitated to get in. "We're - uh - going down," one of them said, flabbergasted at what he saw. Red grabbed them. "Come on in, you can ride with us and jack off on her." The door closed and they stood, apprehensively, in the car in front of my wife, who was playing with her tits. "Hi," she said, "can I suck your dicks?" Darnell laughed: "Don't be shy, fellas. Get your dicks out. You're in for a BJ treat. And when you're ready to cum, jack off in her face or on her tits." At that moment the taller of the party guys grunted and emptied his nuts, sperm squirting in thick white gobs on her shoulder and against the glass wall.
The doors opened at another floor. A crowd stood gawking and I made nervous, incoherent statements about the elevator being out of service and could they come back later. I turned as the doors closed and the other party guy unloaded his hot semen in her hair and behind her. The one kid stood aside as the other half-pushed his way in front of her face, his cock already sprung to life and in his hand. His youthful exuberance rushed his juices to a boiling point and he shot his cum in her face. As we stopped at more floors Amy begged for more cum and by the time we reached our floor she got it. Jizz was all over her upper body and splatted on the glass wall behind her, streams of semen running down toward the floor. She turned and rubbed her tits against the glass several times, laughing. I could not see but confidently assumed that dozens of hotel guests and others were taking this in as the elevator car made its way up through the atrium. The companion elevator car to our t zoomed up and down, and people of all ages gawked in thrall at Amy's evil acts.
The other high school kid overcame his shyness and unzipped his fly, staring at my wife's big tits. She was shaking them as wildly as she could, making them jiggle in whatever direction Bob and Darnell demanded. Cum flew off them. Amy reached out, snaked a finger around a belt loop of the second high school kid's trousers, and pulled him toward her. The kid's inhibitions were melting away and they disappeared as she tenderly inserted her hand in his crotch and stroked his hardening cock. He grinned nervously. "Wow!" he said. Everyone laughed. "Wow is right," Darnell laughed, "suck that teenage dick, you big-titted whore." "Well, if you put it that way," Amy chuckled, and deep-throated the boy. Within minutes, as we stopped at the remaining floors and everyone applauded her cocksucking, the kid began to grit his teeth and pant uncontrollably. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, I love it!" she smiled, and he jacked off furiously at her face. Almost falling over from the convulsions, he his cum in several thick strings of jizz. At our floor the two boys said: "Thanks, that was way cool," and pressed the button in the foyer to go back down.
The young security guy was there at the top floor, talking on the walkie talkie. "I've got them," he said, ignoring the high school kids and staring at Amy. Almost apologetically he said to us as we emerged from the elevator, "sorry, two other security guys are coming up to assist me. I can't stop them. One of them is my boss." We began walking toward the room. He watched in awe as Amy, her clothes back on, wiped and licked the sperm off her face. "The two that are going to meet us are all business. I have no idea how they'll handle this complaint," he said. My wife seemed unfazed by that comment. She just smiled brightly at him. "Can I blow you again when we get to our room?" Amy asked, bright-eyed, brimming with enthusiasm. "That way I can take my time with that nice young dick of yours." She walked beside him, rubbing his buns aggressively. "Sure," he said, his hand squeezing his crotch, "and I thought we had no hookers in this hotel." "You don't, at least not with " Darnell said, putting his arm around her and leading the way toward our room, "she's a seminar slut, a harassment seminar whore. She peddles her ass for free." The security kid laughed: "You're doing that seminar down in the Renaissance Room?" he asked, taken aback.
We reached our room just as two Black hotel security guys came down the hall, marching briskly towards us. I looked over at them with some hope. At last, someone with a take no prisoners attitude was going to take charge of this situation. Within a few moments the two security guys knocked on our suite door and I let them in. Amy had already jumped in the shower, taking a change of clothes into the bathroom with her. The younger guy spoke with them near the door while Darnell, Red and Bob watched television. I didn't know what to do with myself, resentful that our suite was no longer ours.
Finally the taller of the two - he must have been 6'5", with shades and came on very official with a serious, almost conceited manner - said to me: "Sir, our associate tells us that you and your wife are here at the hotel putting on a seminar on harassment." "Yes," I said nervously, "we're here for two days -- " he cut me off. "Yet you accompanied these men to the pool room with your wife, despite signs clearly warning guests that it was closed, then stood by as your wife showed her breasts to our associate?" "Yes," I said, "but it wasn't my idea." The other man, shorter but built like a running back, had a goatee and penetrating blue eyes. "How about the solicitation of oral sex in the lobby , was that your idea?" I felt like I was being interrogated. "No it was certainly not ---," I began, but he cut me off: "How about the open display of sex in the elevator?" he said. "Not my idea," I protested. "Did you do anything to stop it?" he asked sternly. The tall one barked e before I could answer: "Our associate tells us that when your wife showed her bare breasts, she coerced him into oral sex," he said, his face slightly contorted with a grimace, "and you just stood by and did nothing?" I was silent. "I asked you a question...." he said after a moment of staring. "That's correct," I mumbled. "What?" he yelled. "That's correct," I repeated. I was feeling intimidated and very apprehensive. The other man said slowly: "You..did...nothing...?" I nodded. "Well," he said, looking at his colleague, "this will make dealing with his wife easier." They then took off their blazers, carefully hanging them in our closet, and revealing very cut bodies - their biceps bulged in their white shirt sleeves - and implying that they were making themselves at home. All we heard was the sound of these Black men removing their jackets and the sounds of the fabric being hung on hangars, the closet door rumbling softly as they slid the door shut.
By then the shower had stopped and after a few minutes of no talking, just icy stares from the two hotel security guys, the bathroom door opened and Amy walked out, taking two steps toward the bed. Her hair, with no time to dry it, was combed back, showing off her very strong facial features. She was a brand new woman. She was in a sexy, tight red cocktail dress and matching high heels. The shoulder straps were thin, and stretched tautly. She wore no bra. Black thigh high hose adorned her shapely legs. After all the sex she had just had, she had jumped into a cramped hotel bathroom and walked out in ten minutes completely bathed, refreshed, smelling of a bewitching cologne and made up to a T.
The bigger of the Black guys said to her: "Are you Amy?" She stood next to where I was sitting on the bed and looked up at him and spoke with exaggerated sheepishness, "Yes." "We've had complaints that a woman meeting your description has been engaging in improper acts in this hotel." "Well, my husband and I have been having some fun," Amy said timidly. She made a point of pushing her chest forward. He and his associate looked her over openly, frowning, faces bereft of any emotion. They turned to their younger, serious-looking associate. "Tell us again what happened, Carl." He coughed and said: "I noticed activity in the Swim Center. I entered the center and noticed these men wandering around. Then this woman," he gestured toward my wife, "approached me from a dark area of the room and showed me her breasts. She was very forward and made me sit in a chair, then straddled my lap. Before I knew it, Reggie, she was giving me oral sex. And she got me to give her my fl ght."
Reggie, the bigger Black guy, walked up to Amy and said to the other Black guy, "Denzel, cut off the lights when I tell you." Reggie said to Amy, "you have a hotel flashlight. You're in trouble, and so is your husband. We run a respectable hotel here, and whoring on this property is inappropriate." I wanted to be assertive and said: "My wife is not a whore." Reggie said with contempt: "Excuse me?" I repeated my statement. "We'll see. Where's that flashlight?" I took it out of my pants pocket and handed it, fearfully, to him. He just looked down at it. "You hold it, which is apparently all you're good for." I said: "I want to speak to the hotel manager. This is ridiculous." Reggie ignored me and said to my wife: "Turn around, whore." She turned around. "Cut that light off," Reggie directed. Soon the room was in total darkness, the shades being drawn.
I could sense that my wife was inches in front of me, and I heard the sound of hands on fabric and her sighs. "Turn on the flashlight," Reggie barked. I switched it on and with trepidation aimed it toward my wife's face. Reggie's powerful arms were wrapped around her and they were kissing roughly. I was in for a rough emotional time all over again. I could not help but shine the light on her massive tits, which his hands squeezed and shook vigorously as they kissed. She responded lustfully to his hands and, reaching back, began caressing his hair and face. As their kiss broke Reggie said: "So you showed these big tits of yours to Carl?" "I cannot lie," my wife said, with exaggerated courtesy and formality. "Will I get in trouble?" "We need to investigate further," he whispered. He raised his voice, turning his head slightly. "Denzel, you want to interrogate the suspect?" Then he said to my wife: "Sit down on the bed, please."
Reggie instructed me to stand and shine the flashlight on my wife's chest as she sat down next to me. Denzel knelt on one knee on the other side of her and the flashlight revealed his large muscular hands kneading her tits. "How many men have you serviced in this hotel this evening, whore?" he asked. "Oh God, am I in trouble, sir?" she asked in a school girl voice. Denzel's fingers grabbed a tit and lifted it high, and pushed it as far as it could go against my wife's face and neck. Then he let the heavy mammary flesh fall back on her chest. He did it with the other. "We run a respectable hotel here," he said, as her hand squeezed his dick under his pants, "and we don't need married whores sucking cock in our elevators." She had now unzipped his pants and was working his prick out of his trousers. Reggie knelt before her. "It's a matter of respect for the guests," he said authoritatively. "Slutty wives belong in the shadows, where their loose cunts won't tarnish this pro 's reputation." He then tore her dress right up to the waist, spread her willing legs, and buried his black face in her pussy. She began to suck Denzel's cock, and pulled his oversized balls out of his pants so that they hung over his fly.
As my wife went to town on Denzel's dick I was transfixed at the size of his organ. It was long enough, but its thickness....its thickness was hard to believe. She eagerly wrestled with his belt and trousers, obviously anxious to get her hands on his ass. His outer hand kept squeezing her tits. My flashlight lit up the sight of her hand pulling his hips into her, her tongue practically hanging out of her mouth. "Oh FUCK!" she cried as he mashed his catsup bottle-sized prick into her lips. She was getting so aroused that sweat was already pouring down her brow. Meanwhile Reggie had removed his shirt and pulled her right leg up toward her breast as he finger fucked her twat.
"How do you like sucking dick while your husband holds the flashlight?" Denzel laughed amid the moans of greater and greater pleasure. "You really like him watching you get your cunt licked, don't you whore?" My wife made an affirmative "Mmmm hmmm," her mouth stuffed with cockmeat. I heard Reggie's shoes and socks come off and he stood, pulling his pants and underpants off in one pull. "Whoa, get the light on that dick!" Red said, whistling in wonderment. "Shine that light on his cock, honey," my wife requested, her fisted hand pulling urgently on Denzel's dick.
I had had my fill of this subservience and ignored her. Then her voice dropped a bit and grew loud. "Shine the fucking light," she instructed me. Begrudgingly I moved the flashlight down to Reggie's midsection. There, proudly and almost surrealistically, pointing wickedly at my wife, was what had to be the biggest penis in North America. Its fully erect shaft was about twice the length of my entire organ, and its head was completely, menacingly, hard as a rock. "Someone's gonna get fucked in two!" Bob laughed. "Amy, you got room for that log?" Red laughed. I had a feeling these clowns were in the spirit of this next sexual adventure with my wife so I made a quick jerk of the flashlight around the room at waist level. Red, standing to the side of Reggie, was jerking himself, as was Bob next to him. Darnell was next to me, his own oversized meat hot and heavy, enclosed in his fisting right hand.
I moved the light back to Amy's face. She was jacking off Denzel and pulling a tit up to her mouth to lick its nipple. Her eyes were locked into this giant sausage just inches from her. "Oh Christ, look at that dick," my wife whimpered and gasped. She got on all fours facing him and Denzel got on the bed behind her. He began fucking her in deep, slow strokes. Amy reacted immediately, almost fiercely. "Fuck me hard!" she yelled several times. She demanded that Reggie fuck her face. "You're in no position to ask us for anything, tramp," Reggie snickered. "Please give me your big dick. I want that dick in my mouth. Please," she begged him. Denzel's vigorous fucking made her massive breasts slap together and bounce wildly.
"I want to see those watermelon boobs dance," Reggie said, stroking his cock. "Pull her arms back toward you," Reggie said to Denzel. "You want me to shake my tits more while he fucks me? Sure," my wife panted. She wanted to do anything to get him to stick his cock in her mouth. I thought it was pathetic to see my wife pander to this bully, but she shook her tits every way she could. Knowing that's what he would order me to illuminate I kept the flashlight on her boobs. "Fuck him on that chair," Reggie commanded her. He gestured: "Denzel, sit on that chair, and fuck this slut's pussy while she faces us on your lap." "But I want your dick," Amy implored him. "Get your whore ass over there," he said tersely.
In a few moments I found myself standing to the side of one of the hotel suite chairs, watching my wife fucking a black man like there was no tomorrow. She was perched forward slightly as she was rising and falling over his impaling prick. Her arms braced her on the arm rests of the chair, and she in a raspy, hysterical voice called out to Reggie: "You like my big tits bouncing like this? Do you?" "Oh yeah," he said, "let me help you shake those slutty boobs." As she labored to swing her massive udders from side to side Reggie roughly played with them, pulling at the nipples and smacking the titflesh together. This went on for a few minutes, until Denzel shot what must have been a heavy load into my wife's womb. She barely had time to catch her breath when Reggie picked her up in the air, right out of the chair, and held her against him.
He was standing in this hotel room and my wife was suspended next to him, his hands under her arms. He lowered her slowly and said: "Denzel, I just gotta fuck this tramp's pussy," he said, and my wife cried out as Reggie's king-size prick worked its way inside my wife. "Shit," my wife cried, "oh baby that's so fucking huge. Oh my God. Oh fuck." Then she said: "Slow down, honey. It's too deep," but he grunted: "You wanted my cock, you back in the alley bitch. Don't complain." Incredibly, he continued to fuck her in this position, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Then he withdrew and turned her around, then said: "Somebody pick her up by the shoulders - and the tits." She fell forward into the arms of someone. My light was stuck on his soaking wet, shiny cock, so I have no idea who responded, but she was almost floating in the middle of the room while Reggie resumed his big-dicked drilling of my wife's pussy. And someone was holding her by the shoulders while others were holding her tits. She was facing down and I heard her come like a maniac within a few minutes of the start of this perverse copulation.
After about five minutes of this Reggie lay on the bed and commanded her to sit on his dick. "Who wants to fuck her asshole?" he asked magnanimously. The flashlight had been trained on the sight of her ass bouncing hard on his cock, and soon a willing Red did the honors, alternating thrusts with Reggie, and he came quickly. Then Bob mounted her and fucked her asshole so hard I thought she would pass out. After he shot his load in her Darnell took over, almost pushing Bob off the bed. After Darnell pumped her butt for about five minutes he released inside her. Then Reggie tossed her down on the bed and told her to lie on her side, her upper leg bent sharply in and her ass on display. Then he worked his jumbo prick into her asshole and fucked her slow and deeply for the next fifteen minutes. "Jack off your clit," he said gruffly, and soon after she complied and rubbed herself enthusiastically she came again. This contraction must have done it for him because he pulled his out and jacked it over her tits. Very soon a heavy load of semen blasted on her tits.
For about another hour these men pretty much had their way with her, then got up to leave, without so much as a thank you to my wife or any appreciation of my face-losing role of holding the flashlight for almost two hours.
As Red walked out the door he laughed: "See you in the morning, folks! And don't keep us waiting."
I was disgusted and tired. "Well, I hope you're satisfied," I grumbled at last, and then said: "what if corporate doesn't give us more contracts? What was all this degradation for?" Finally Amy spoke, in a voice laden with exhaustion: "Oh don't worry about that, honey. I got a call this morning during the break on the cell phone and we're in." I was shocked. "You mean they were going to use us anyway? What was all this for?" I asked, referring to her promiscuity. "I just felt like strutting my stuff," she said, and nodded off to sleep. I dreaded the seminar the next morning.
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