The Loft, Part Four - Sex Stories

The Loft, Part Four

... loyalty to Robert. Ana found that being the center of attention is both terribly exciting and daunting at the same time. Being used to satisfy several guys at once gave her a huge rush to the loins. There would be no time to rest as every guy would be all over her like a rash.

She relaxed in the well-lit room and helped herself to the bottle of chardonnay kindly left by Beverley. The now wealthy hostess and architect of the whole idea of controlled infidelity had upgraded the room to give off a completely feminine feel. There was the rose-patterned carpet and numerous Tiffany table lamps. Glancing to her left, Ana noted the high-framed king-size bed with shocking pink satin sheets and frilly-edged pillows. The room also smelled feminine with a sweet scent of evocative bergamot and amber from the several diffusers.

The long list of male escorts Beverley had presented Ana with had largely been drawn from a seemingly endless network. The list included a brief profile of each of the men including a portrait and topless photo. After a week of deliberating over their profiles, Ana went with four of the tallest. This was Bjorn, a Swedish fellow with straw-coloured hair. Terry was a handsome-looking chap with those come-to-bed eyes she had always liked in a man. Steve was in his twenties and had a slim build and long shanks.

As for Charles, he looked the most athletic and apparently loved to work out every other day. Again oddly, she felt no guilt about her upcoming tryst. ...

... She was able to put her proposed affair out of her mind. She concluded that it wasn't just the sex that was the prime excitement, but additionally, it was the anonymity. Having illicit sex in a loft in London made it so deliciously wanton and thrilling for her as well. The guys were almost thirty minutes late and for a moment the initial excitement dulled. But then there they were bustling into the main room and hugging her hello.

"Apologies for our tardiness. But we made it."

Ana smiled at all four. She was in the moment. And in the moment, the attention felt nice. They were all as good as their photographs. In the flesh, they were all flirty and charming. They chatted and they made Ana laugh. She almost forgot why they were up there until Bjorn interrupted the flow. His arm wrapped around her back, pulling her in tighter. She adjusted herself so she could relax into him a little more. She was vaguely aware of his hand on her bum and just that little touch got the ball rolling.

She just wanted her whole body to melt away. To be swept up and taken. Charles let his hands wander underneath her bosom, feeling her boobs and flanks. This felt so nice having someone touching her. His fingertips glided up her sides and over her right breast. Ana let out a deep breath as his fingers teased her breast through her dress. The other two seemed to be preoccupied as Ana was sandwiched by Charles and Bjorn.

"This feels nice. Your cock is so big and hard, she said with a silky ...