The Marathon - Night 4 - Sex Stories

The Marathon - Night 4

All day on day 4 she kept quizzing me about the night’s challenge, but I revealed nothing until about 4pm. “Honey tonight we’re going to test your pickup skills” “How?” “I rented us a room at the Omni Convention Center. Your mission is to pick up at least 4 guys at the bar and bring them back to the room?” “All at once?” she asked. I replied, “Either/or, but it has to be at least 4” We packed for the night, she brought a couple of nice pieces of lingerie and a sexy low cut dress. I packed my camera, a couple of pairs of cuffs, my favorite collar, and not much else. We arrived around 5:30 and checked in. We rode the elevator up to the 23rd floor. Our room had a great view of the city, and a perfect backdrop for the night’s festivities. As it was early, I decided to have a little fun first. I opened up the d****s on the window and bright light shone into the room. “Strip” I ordered. She did as she was told. “Kneel down” I said, gesturing to the little alcove where you hang your clothes. She walked into the alcove, and knelt facing me. “Raise up your arms” As she did, I took the cuts with the longer chains and cuffed, each hand to the outer edges of the closet rack, spreading her arms apart. I slipped a blindfold over her eyes. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my already hard cock. “Open!” I told her. She opened her mouth and I thrust myself in. I grabbed a handful of hair on each side of her head and proceeded to vigorously fuck her mouth. I could feel her tongue darting ...

... all around my dick as I pounded her. After a minute or so, I started to come deep in her throat. I pulled out before my last spurt, and it shot across the bridge of her nose and right eye and began trickling down her face. I squeezed the last bit of cum out on her left cheek and chest, and used a handful of hair to clean off my cock. As I zipped up, there was a knock at the door. “Who’s that?” she said. “I ordered room service for 6 before we checked in”. “OK, I’m hungry, let me get dressed.” “Nope” “What do you mean nope?” she said. “I mean you stay right where you are. I’ll just get the food and tip him.” “OK” she said. I reached over to my bag and pulled out one of her gags and put it in her mouth. I then walked over to the door and opened it. The room service waiter was there with a cart with our dinner, and a bottle of champagne. He looked to be about 20. “Where should I put it sir?” he asked. “Please bring it into the sitting room” I said. The closet alcove sat perpendicular to the door, so it couldn’t be seen from the door, but you had to pass it to get into the small sitting room. As the waiter walked by the alcove, I saw him catch a glimpse of my wife out of the corner of his eye. He stopped and took a double take at the kneeling pale, chubby large breasted woman handcuffed to the closet rail, blindfolded and gagged, with cum dribbling from her chin. To his credit he recovered quickly, and rolled the cart into the room and started to move the plates and cooler to the ...