A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 06

... noticed my mouth water. I licked my lips.

Was it an invitation to come downstairs? Was she telling me that she was enjoying cum downstairs? This was its own torture.

Finally, another text arrived. It was from Lena. "Pay the tab. Come find your wife."

I practically ran. I settled up the tab, which took achingly long as the server had given up on us and was working other tables. I left a big tip to make up for having to clean up two nearly full rounds left standing.

I went toward the back. I only had Kelly's story to guide me, but the stairs weren't hard to find. The desk at the bottom was manned by strong man in dark glasses. He nodded at me and gestured me through without a word.

I went down the hall. None of the doors were open. I didn't know which one was theirs. I did remember Kelly telling me about one at the end. Maybe that was their favorite. Would I have to open each one? Was I supposed to knock first? What happens here to an unwelcome guest?

As I passed each door, I could hear the sounds of sex in the rooms behind them. Groans, the slapping of flesh, occasional wet gagging sounds or voices of command -- men and women.

But as I got to the end, I recognized one sound clearly. It was my wife. Kelly was calling out in pleasure. It was behind the door at the end of the hall. She was calling me there as she approached orgasm. She had earned it, she had met the price our masters set on our very first night -- We could only earn orgasm until we had ...

... swallowed five loads of cum -- not necessarily all in one night. Part of a bet she had made with our master. She had met that price prior to tonight with our session with our master where he finally took my ass. I was two loads behind her.

I reached the door and hesitated. I could hear her calling, "Please... please," to the room. Should I knock and meekly wait for someone to answer? Should I try the door and break in unannounced?

I decided to take Lena's text literally. She said to find my wife. I grabbed the handle and turned it.

* * *

Kelly was on the bed riding Terrance's cock. She was facing away from the door, still wearing the dress but it was all but useless pulled up over her hips with her top down to her waist. She was glistening with sweat as she rode Terrance up and down slowly. She was moaning and begging. Lena watched her, glancing briefly up at me, she said, "Finally, your husband's here."

"Now?" Kelly said, "Please?!"

Lena nodded to her and Kelly immediately dropped down fully to the base of Terrance's cock and leaned forward to grind her clit against his pubic bone. Her body froze, her mouth dropped open. Finally, a wave of shudders rippled through her body and she let out a guttural scream that seemed to move from her pussy up her spine and out her throat. She held still like a statue long enough for me to actually worry if she was OK when she began to grind her hips again. She circled her pussy on his cock and it was as if each stir of his cock ...