My Businessman In His Hotel Ploy
I'm an English teacher, so I love to write. Hence my postings-they are all true- I honestly don't have the imagination to fictionalize my accounts. Also, a perk for me, I get to masturbate as I remember, which very likely I will do as I write.
My husband and I often will spend an evening at one of the large hotels that are used by businessmen. We walk into the bar separately, so that no one knows we're together. We find that these bars are best for me to be "picked up" on Wednesday nights. It seems that men away on business are most horny and receptive on this night- our unprofessional opinion is that they are mostly married and always hoping that this trip they may get lucky. We find that most come in on Monday or Tuesday and leave on Friday. By Wednesday they are comfortable with their visit and will then come to the bar/lounge, have a drink alone, and fantasize before going to their room and masturbate. They all tend to see themselves as James Bond, smooth and mysterious. A toilet salesman with a Walter Mitty complex and a potential hard-on isn't 007 material. But, thank the sex gods, rarely one does appear, and when they do I get wet just wanting them. But by far the best are young exec-hopefuls with a need to fuck an older woman- unless they had been lucky with their mothers or aunts, I will fill the bill for that night. I always wonder when their eyes are closed and their cocks are ramming into me, who they are really fucking, and when they cum I wouldn't be surprised to hear "Mom" come out of their mouths. And, another benefit with them is they may be resilient and want a second round with me. And they often will have explosive orgasms with a lot of cum shooting somewhere into me.
We tend to have a ritual on "pick-up" nights- the sole purpose is for me to have sex with strangers who demographically are professional, married, safe, disease free, discreet and horny for a strange piece of ass. My husband and I are likewise horny and in need of being that strange piece of ass. My husband is bi, so he usually gets lucky and finds another fellow or two who just want to stick their dicks into something warm, soft and wet- my husband's mouth serves that purpose well. Sometimes there are a number of business associates sitting together or grouped at the bar. They become my preferences, but usually it is the single fellow who picks me up. Those times that I was the center attraction for more than one are perhaps stories in their own right.
Of course, there are standard whore clothes and makeup. Engagement and wedding rings are an absolute must, which is easy for me- they are magnets. I find most guys' fantasy is of getting a blowjob and fucking another man's cheating wife- who "really needs it bad". My attire is actually a uniform- same things just different colors. Mandatory stockings, garter belt, lacy bra, high spike "fuck me" heels, and my dress is always a wrap-around with only the cinch holding it closed. As for panties, usually bikini as a thong doesn't fit the persona of being a business "lady", I'm not a whore- well, I let them figure that out for themselves, I'm their fantasy. My makeup is more whore than business, but it works. My husband looks like one of them, and he is very talented mixing and finding those who would use him on his knees. There are always those who have never had head from another guy who will entertain the thought and act on it- they are out of towners having a few drinks while talking to my husband, and they have the alluring thought of "fuck it- I'll try one it time- tonight" and are susceptible to my husband's suggestive conversation. We both are very good at getting what we want- and that is a very strong, take-charge, and for me, will be a good candidate for giving me some rough sex that I love. The cherry on the top is abusive, vile language that will humiliate me, but not to forget anal. I prefer bareback except I require a condom and lots of lubricant for anal sex.
I love their reaction when I might say that I've never done this before, or I hope I do it right, I've never sucked a man's penis (the word "penis" is a killer"). For the John Waynes it's the "my husband is no fun in bed, has a small penis, not hardly a quarter of yours, and I have always wanted to know what rough sex is like". And always mention that my husband "doesn't think I would do this, but I am so attracted to you". Or the semi-slut "I want to be used by you". But once we are having sex I just let myself go and have as many orgasms as he will give. I am a beggar, I need my ass slapped, my nipples and clit bitten very, very hard and pulled until I am trying to muffle my screams. I often tell my partner that "I want to be your whore; I want to feel like I've always wanted-". Or "I feel so guilty, but you make me want you so much." I get my way when they react as I hope they will. I'm seldom disappointed."
Anonymity is a must- first names only and I leave all my identification in the car. I am very careful. If our activities ever were made public it would jeopardize our careers and lives We're there to have a wonderful night- I love being a sexual object to give pleasure, and I sure get that. My husband gets his from me being used by other men and the smell on me or my breath. Usually, the tryst is over once the guy cums, so if it's in my mouth I avoid anything orally until my husband smells it and kisses me- and hopefully can still taste any that I haven't swallowed. Since we use the same establishments I do know a few bartenders- they only know me as Karen. They are wonderful and sometimes help me- even cautioning me about some fellow or pointing out a likely partner for me. On occasion I will suck them off in the backroom as a thank you.
My husband enjoys predicting how long it will take from the time I walk in to the time I leave with the fellow and go to his room. I usually will have two or three liaisons during the evening. My husband will usually get one or two cocks to suck- he's very good at finding the right guy. That way we both go home happy.
Finally my methodology of finding the right partners. I will always walk in and as I approach the bar I survey the prospects. Younger, more than I, or that look of interest in their eyes will attract me to sit where I am most accessible to them. Always a bar stool- it allows my dress to fall open enough to expose my leg. I order a drink unless the bartender tells me some "gentleman" would like to buy me one. Sometimes a bird in the hand is the best option at the time and James Bond will have to wait until I return.
When my possible lover walks over I always sit sideways with my exposed leg on the side he's standing. The reason t do this is so when he works up the bravery to touch my leg it will be available, and the way he's standing blocks most from seeing me allowing him to slowly slide his hand up the inside of my thigh until he touches and feels my bush. Unless I want him to finger me first, that's usually the point where my husband can stop the clock- we go to his room.
What happens once the door is closed is for your imagination and perhaps for future postings. But the question that should be on your mind at this moment is what would you do to me if I were your room? Please fuck me hard and long and deep and use my body for your pleasure. You will be surprised at how quickly and strong are my orgasms. Oh, I want to be fucked so badly right now- I'm so wet and my nipples are very sensitive. Come and get your piece of ass! Now!
My husband and I often will spend an evening at one of the large hotels that are used by businessmen. We walk into the bar separately, so that no one knows we're together. We find that these bars are best for me to be "picked up" on Wednesday nights. It seems that men away on business are most horny and receptive on this night- our unprofessional opinion is that they are mostly married and always hoping that this trip they may get lucky. We find that most come in on Monday or Tuesday and leave on Friday. By Wednesday they are comfortable with their visit and will then come to the bar/lounge, have a drink alone, and fantasize before going to their room and masturbate. They all tend to see themselves as James Bond, smooth and mysterious. A toilet salesman with a Walter Mitty complex and a potential hard-on isn't 007 material. But, thank the sex gods, rarely one does appear, and when they do I get wet just wanting them. But by far the best are young exec-hopefuls with a need to fuck an older woman- unless they had been lucky with their mothers or aunts, I will fill the bill for that night. I always wonder when their eyes are closed and their cocks are ramming into me, who they are really fucking, and when they cum I wouldn't be surprised to hear "Mom" come out of their mouths. And, another benefit with them is they may be resilient and want a second round with me. And they often will have explosive orgasms with a lot of cum shooting somewhere into me.
We tend to have a ritual on "pick-up" nights- the sole purpose is for me to have sex with strangers who demographically are professional, married, safe, disease free, discreet and horny for a strange piece of ass. My husband and I are likewise horny and in need of being that strange piece of ass. My husband is bi, so he usually gets lucky and finds another fellow or two who just want to stick their dicks into something warm, soft and wet- my husband's mouth serves that purpose well. Sometimes there are a number of business associates sitting together or grouped at the bar. They become my preferences, but usually it is the single fellow who picks me up. Those times that I was the center attraction for more than one are perhaps stories in their own right.
Of course, there are standard whore clothes and makeup. Engagement and wedding rings are an absolute must, which is easy for me- they are magnets. I find most guys' fantasy is of getting a blowjob and fucking another man's cheating wife- who "really needs it bad". My attire is actually a uniform- same things just different colors. Mandatory stockings, garter belt, lacy bra, high spike "fuck me" heels, and my dress is always a wrap-around with only the cinch holding it closed. As for panties, usually bikini as a thong doesn't fit the persona of being a business "lady", I'm not a whore- well, I let them figure that out for themselves, I'm their fantasy. My makeup is more whore than business, but it works. My husband looks like one of them, and he is very talented mixing and finding those who would use him on his knees. There are always those who have never had head from another guy who will entertain the thought and act on it- they are out of towners having a few drinks while talking to my husband, and they have the alluring thought of "fuck it- I'll try one it time- tonight" and are susceptible to my husband's suggestive conversation. We both are very good at getting what we want- and that is a very strong, take-charge, and for me, will be a good candidate for giving me some rough sex that I love. The cherry on the top is abusive, vile language that will humiliate me, but not to forget anal. I prefer bareback except I require a condom and lots of lubricant for anal sex.
I love their reaction when I might say that I've never done this before, or I hope I do it right, I've never sucked a man's penis (the word "penis" is a killer"). For the John Waynes it's the "my husband is no fun in bed, has a small penis, not hardly a quarter of yours, and I have always wanted to know what rough sex is like". And always mention that my husband "doesn't think I would do this, but I am so attracted to you". Or the semi-slut "I want to be used by you". But once we are having sex I just let myself go and have as many orgasms as he will give. I am a beggar, I need my ass slapped, my nipples and clit bitten very, very hard and pulled until I am trying to muffle my screams. I often tell my partner that "I want to be your whore; I want to feel like I've always wanted-". Or "I feel so guilty, but you make me want you so much." I get my way when they react as I hope they will. I'm seldom disappointed."
Anonymity is a must- first names only and I leave all my identification in the car. I am very careful. If our activities ever were made public it would jeopardize our careers and lives We're there to have a wonderful night- I love being a sexual object to give pleasure, and I sure get that. My husband gets his from me being used by other men and the smell on me or my breath. Usually, the tryst is over once the guy cums, so if it's in my mouth I avoid anything orally until my husband smells it and kisses me- and hopefully can still taste any that I haven't swallowed. Since we use the same establishments I do know a few bartenders- they only know me as Karen. They are wonderful and sometimes help me- even cautioning me about some fellow or pointing out a likely partner for me. On occasion I will suck them off in the backroom as a thank you.
My husband enjoys predicting how long it will take from the time I walk in to the time I leave with the fellow and go to his room. I usually will have two or three liaisons during the evening. My husband will usually get one or two cocks to suck- he's very good at finding the right guy. That way we both go home happy.
Finally my methodology of finding the right partners. I will always walk in and as I approach the bar I survey the prospects. Younger, more than I, or that look of interest in their eyes will attract me to sit where I am most accessible to them. Always a bar stool- it allows my dress to fall open enough to expose my leg. I order a drink unless the bartender tells me some "gentleman" would like to buy me one. Sometimes a bird in the hand is the best option at the time and James Bond will have to wait until I return.
When my possible lover walks over I always sit sideways with my exposed leg on the side he's standing. The reason t do this is so when he works up the bravery to touch my leg it will be available, and the way he's standing blocks most from seeing me allowing him to slowly slide his hand up the inside of my thigh until he touches and feels my bush. Unless I want him to finger me first, that's usually the point where my husband can stop the clock- we go to his room.
What happens once the door is closed is for your imagination and perhaps for future postings. But the question that should be on your mind at this moment is what would you do to me if I were your room? Please fuck me hard and long and deep and use my body for your pleasure. You will be surprised at how quickly and strong are my orgasms. Oh, I want to be fucked so badly right now- I'm so wet and my nipples are very sensitive. Come and get your piece of ass! Now!
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