Relaxing Weekend
My boyfriend and I decided to take a little break and spend a relaxing weekend out of town, somewhere in a small, cozy hotel. I was looking forward to spending some time alone, just the two of us. It was the kind of hotel where couples or singles looking for a girlfriend or boyfriend tend to gather. Once we’d settled in, my boyfriend went to explore the surroundings and see what options were available for our dream getaway, while I went to take a shower. I turned on the pleasantly warm water, relaxed, and slowly ran the stream down from my shoulders, letting the water massage me. It was very pleasant and soothing, but the moment I moved the showerhead near my crotch, the relaxation faded and turned into arousal. I decided to take advantage of this moment of solitude, set the showerhead in the tub, squatted over it with my thighs spread wide, used my fingers to expose my clit, and let the spraying streams of water do their work. At the same time, I used my other hand to alternately rub my swollen nipples, and after a few minutes, I experienced a beautiful orgasm. I finished my shower and went to get dressed. We’d planned to sit in the hotel bar for a while and then decide what to do next depending on the situation and our mood. I tried to dress as casually and inconspicuously as possible, but unfortunately, when I was putting the finishing touches on my look in front of the mirror, I realized I looked like a slut again. “What a waste of effort,” I thought to myself, and went to pick up the phone, which was bouncing impatiently on the nightstand. It was my boyfriend calling to say he was already waiting at the bar. I locked the door and headed out to meet him. After a few steps, I stopped short, feeling an excessive wetness between my legs caused by my bathroom antics, and had to go back for my panties.
The bar was pretty empty, pleasant music was playing, and so we were able to focus on each other. We sat down at the bar, ordered drinks, and my perverted boyfriend couldn’t think of anything better to do than slip his hand under my skirt and play with my pussy, unaware of how sensitive it was at that moment. He slipped his fingers under my panties and was just gently running them up and down over my soft labia when suddenly… “Oh fuck,” I blurted out and bit my lip. That pig made me come, and it was so intense that it didn’t stop there. “Do you know what you just did? How am I supposed to walk around with a stain on my ass now?” I asked in astonishment. He smiled and, calmly, as if nothing had happened, pulled his hand out from under my skirt and continued the conversation we’d started. If that had been the only embarrassing moment of the evening, it wouldn’t have been so bad. I shifted from side to side, holding back the urge to go to the bathroom for as long as possible so my peed-on skirt would at least dry a little. But the moment when I’d have to walk across half the bar was inevitably approaching. “Oh well, here goes,” I told myself resolutely, trying to walk inconspicuously so as not to draw attention to myself. I slipped into the restroom, took off my soaked panties, stuck my butt out over the dryer, and let the warm air blow on it until the stain disappeared. I didn’t worry about the panties anymore and headed back to the bar. When I opened the door, I caught a glimpse of one of my customers standing at the entrance to the bar with a group of five guys. “Damn, there’s no way I can avoid them,” flashed through my mind, “it really is a small world.” I decided to wait a moment for them to move on and slipped back into the bathroom. I peeked through the crack in the door, but after a few minutes my patience ran out. “Either I’ll walk past them or I won’t,” I told myself. He’d been behind me a few times, but in the dark, everyone looks the same. I was wrong! “Ooooh, hi! What are you doing here? Are you here as an escort?” echoed through the hall. “Oh, hi! No, no, I’m here with my boyfriend for the weekend,” I replied awkwardly. “Oh, okay, then I won’t bother you. Have a nice evening and enjoy yourselves!” he replied with a friendly smile. I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to the bar. Everything seemed to be going well for a nice evening until my boyfriend came back from the restroom and said, “You won’t believe who just came up to me.” I probably had a hunch. “We actually had a pretty good chat,” he said with a mischievous grin. And since these kinds of situations are common in our lives, we didn’t dwell on it any further and went back to focusing on each other. As is often the case after a few drinks, people start having more fun, gathering in groups, and seeking out those they’re close to. I was planning to have one more drink and then go have sex.
When I came back from the bathroom, my boyfriend wasn’t at the bar. I looked around the bar and saw him sitting with that group of six guys, chatting animatedly with my customer. When he noticed me looking in their direction, he grew serious and came over to me at the bar. “Are you having a good time?” I asked. He just smiled, and I knew right away he was up to something. “What are you up to now? Shouldn’t we head to the room already?” “Nothhin’, relax. But yeah, don’t worry, in a minute,” he said and ordered another drink. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of the six of them having a great time, and it was clear to me who was picking up the tab. We were already in a pretty tipsy mood, so we decided to continue in the room instead. I wanted it all! On the way there, I thought about giving him a quickie somewhere, but there were too many people everywhere and no privacy.
When the door to our room clicked shut behind us, we took out our stash of drinks, and I flung myself fully clothed onto the bed. I spread my legs provocatively and started touching myself with my hand. I didn’t have to wait long before he was licking me. I ground against his tongue and could feel myself getting close again! I was right on the edge when he suddenly stopped, grabbed his phone, and started calling someone. I thought I was going to kill him! “He’s gone crazy,” flashed through my mind, just as someone knocked on the door. I quickly threw a blanket over myself, and he confidently went to open it, as if he knew who it was. And sure enough! Suddenly, there were seven guys standing in front of my bed! “Wh-wh-what’s going on?” I stammered, completely baffled. “Surpriseeeee,” they all said at once. Or at least they tried to. “These are my advance guards,” he winked at me mischievously. I didn’t wait a moment longer and, in a panic, reached for the bottle of vodka sitting on the nightstand, ready for our evening together. I’d suspected some kind of trickery again, but this was a bit too much for me! “So, gentlemen, who’s going first? Let’s just get this over with,” I asked ironically, throwing off the blanket, taking off my skirt, and hoping it was all just a joke. But since I’m up for anything and the vodka had broken down my inhibitions, I casually spread my legs and waited for their reaction. Judging by their expressions, they probably thought it was a joke too, but when they saw how determined I was to go along with this game, they all gradually started undressing, and within a minute, seven dicks were sticking out in front of me. Quite a sight. At that moment, I realized it probably wasn’t going to be a joke either, and I looked at my boyfriend in confusion. “Well, this is going to be a blast,” flashed through my mind, but why not. The first one took the plunge, climbed behind me, and was already jumping on top of me. Good thing I was already turned on and wet. It was obvious he wasn’t interested in me at all—he was only after one thing. I felt like an inflatable doll. I closed my eyes and just lay there motionless until he came. Meanwhile, the others were standing around the bed, and some were jerking off. After a few minutes, he flipped me onto my stomach, climbed off me, and went to get dressed. “See you guys, I’ll be waiting downstairs at the bar,” he said awkwardly as he said goodbye and disappeared through the door. I didn’t even have time to wipe myself off before the next guy jumped on me. Again, no foreplay, no cunnilingus, no change of position—and he was already cumming on me. All five of them took turns on me following the same script, and within half an hour I looked like a cake covered in frosting. Only my client and my boyfriend were left.
I thought we’d take a break, and I was planning to go take a piss and wipe myself off a bit. I propped myself up on my elbows, but before I could get up, my client pounced on me. My labia were already on fire, and I hadn’t had time to lube up. I could feel him rubbing against me, and I peed a little to relieve the pressure—I also knew he liked it and would come sooner that way. I wasn’t wrong—he was. He thrust into me one last time, but he couldn’t pull out in time. When he climbed off me, I couldn’t even bring my legs together anymore. Fucked and worn out, I lay there while my client got dressed and prepared to leave. The two of them exchanged satisfied winks and whispered something to each other. When the door slammed shut behind him and we were left alone, my boyfriend sat down behind me on the bed and calmly asked, “So, shall we finish what we were doing?” I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but instead I took a big shot and decided to get even with him. “You’re a depraved, perverted pig,” I finally managed to say. “Honey, you know what? So you can get something out of this too, I’m going to stay just the way your friends fucked me up, and you’re going to finish me off nice and good! Enjoy it,” I added sharply, grabbed his head, and pressed his mouth against my swollen labia, which needed to be cooled down. “Lick me and don’t stop!” I goaded him, holding him down by the back with my feet so he couldn’t pull away, leaving my hands free to massage my erect nipples. A sensual aroma of cum and a mix of men’s colognes wafted through the room. He took turns beautifully sucking me and licking my clit, but he was reluctant to really go down on my pussy. To let him know he was neglecting that part, I put one hand under my ass to lift myself up and shoved my middle finger into my asshole. I couldn’t take it anymore, and my legs shot up from his back toward the ceiling. I grabbed his cock and slid it into my ass instead of my finger. As soon as it slid in, I came—and on top of the unbridled orgasm, I peed all over him! Millions of droplets bouncing off his stomach sprayed me and the entire bed. I spread them over my body as my orgasm faded, watching him struggle to come. I decided to help him and pulled my butt cheeks together. He thrust into me a few more times, then slammed into me hard, and I could feel his hot load spilling into my ass. A wave of heat washed over me, and I came again right along with him! I lay there motionless with my legs bent and his cock still in my ass. My thighs were trembling and my pussy was burning. I stuck my fingers inside, and it was like hell in there! “I’m knocked out,” my boyfriend blurted out suddenly; he slowly pulled out and collapsed next to me. “We’ll settle this later, darling,” I said, and with my last ounce of strength, I took him into my mouth to suck him off one last time before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. I had to walk with my legs spread apart because my labia were still like two inflated balloons, with my swollen clit sticking out between them.
When I finally finished showering and turned off the water, I heard my boyfriend fall asleep. “He’s got it made,” I thought to myself, because although the shower had done me a world of good, it had also woken me up, so I didn’t feel like sleeping. It occurred to me to grab something refreshing to drink, since it would definitely come in handy after I woke up. I got dressed quietly, left him a note on the nightstand in case he happened to wake up, and headed to the bar. There was almost no one left there, but two of my “pre-party friends” were still sitting at one table. I walked calmly past them to the bar and started ordering some snacks. Suddenly, someone reached up from behind and slipped his hand under my mini-skirt. It was my client, who had obviously had enough. “Babe, why don’t you come up to my room?” he whispered in my ear. That caught me off guard! “No, sorry, I’m tired already, and we’re leaving tomorrow. I need to get some sleep,” I replied. “Just a quickie—I’ll pay you, okay?” he persisted. “Otherwise, I won’t be able to fall asleep. I’d just be thinking about you and would have to jerk off anyway,” he added, pulling out some money and slipping it under my skirt. “Well, my boyfriend’s asleep… I guess I can handle one more round,” I thought to myself, but I really didn’t feel like it at all. “You just won’t give it a rest, will you? Well, what am I supposed to do with you, you horny bastard,” I said with a smile, grabbed the snacks, and we headed over to his room together. I wasn’t even dressed for some sexy fun, but that obviously didn’t bother him, because he spent the whole way there just reaching under my skirt.
No sooner had the door to his room slammed shut behind us and I set down the snacks than he turned me to face the wall, hiked up my mini-skirt, and started fucking me from behind! Luckily, my pussy had recovered a bit by then, so it was bearable. Just then, I got a text! I knew exactly who was messaging me and that I had to reply right away. I bent down and reached into my purse for my phone, but the change in position must have done the trick, because I suddenly felt splashes of cum hitting my thigh. Bent over with my hand in my purse, I watched in surprise from below as the cum slowly dripped onto my trembling calves. “Are you kidding me? Were you still that full? You’d really have a hard time falling asleep,” I said with a smile, wondering if it was even worth replying to the message now that I was already halfway back. “Hmm, probably not,” I decided. Instead of my phone, I pulled a handkerchief out of my purse, wiped his cock and my legs, pulled down my mini-skirt, said goodbye, and headed back to our room. Under my skirt, I was warmed not only by my hot pussy, but also by the feeling of an unexpected windfall.
When I ran back to the room, my boyfriend was sitting on the bed, looking at me in confusion, wondering where I’d come from. “Where did you run off to?” he asked, surprised. “Well, I couldn’t fall asleep, so I figured a little pick-me-up would be good for the morning, so I went to get something,” I explained my absence from the bed. “Well, that’s great—so what did you bring back?” he exclaimed enthusiastically. That’s when it hit me—I wasn’t carrying anything, and the drink was still back at the client’s place! “Well, how should I put this…,” I hesitated, wondering if I should go back for it. “The bar was already closed, right? Hmm, too bad, never mind,” he finished the answer for me. “Well, not exactly, but that client of mine cornered me there—horny as hell—and talked me into going back to his room with him, and that’s where the drinks stayed,” I explained in a roundabout and concise way why I was coming back empty-handed. His eyes widened in surprise, and he replied disappointedly, “At least he’ll have something to drink in the morning.” “But he won’t have what I have—you in bed with me,” he added with a touch of humor, pulling me close. “Definitely not,” I replied unequivocally, and to make it up to him, I decided to give him a blowjob. He didn’t object and made himself comfortable. When I took him into my mouth, it dawned on me that this was the only hole that hadn’t been penetrated that day. I was enjoying it, taking him deep into my mouth with long, slow strokes, alternately licking the tip of his glans, when suddenly I felt his cum spread across my tongue. It was the most arousing way to end the whole day for me. With my last ounce of strength, I undressed, locked the door to my room just to be safe, and finally went to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, it was still midnight. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, as the experiences of the previous day raced through my mind. I thought about everything that had actually happened—who had fucked me and how, in what positions—and it started to make me incredibly horny. I spread my legs under the blanket, stroked my pussy, and let my mind wander into naughty fantasies. I couldn’t take it anymore! I wanted to wake up my boyfriend so we could have sex, but I felt sorry for him since he was sleeping so peacefully, and we also had a long drive home ahead of us. “He’d better sleep it off and rest,” I thought to myself. “I’ll do it myself,” I decided, and went straight for my clit. I just ran my finger over it a few times, and I was done! I ran my finger between my labia and slipped it inside. I was wet as hell, which turned me on all over again. “I think I’ll do it one more time,” flashed through my mind, and I started fingering myself intensely while teasing my nipples with my other hand. My pussy went completely wild! It was so wet that I couldn’t even feel my fingers inside. So I added another one to really enjoy it and bit my lip. I was fingering myself so intensely, lost in my own thoughts and kinky fantasies, that I didn’t even notice my boyfriend had woken up. Suddenly it hit me, and I started thrashing about in the spasms of an orgasm! And right after that, another one came! By then I couldn’t stay quiet anymore and let out a soft moan of pleasure. I was completely sweaty, and my whole body was trembling. I lay there limply, catching my breath, with my hands at my sides, trying to calm down. “That was beautiful,” a voice said beside me. “Oh, good morning. You’re already awake,” I managed to say, unable to help but notice his cock sticking out majestically from under the blanket. “Yeah, yeah. Both of us,” he replied with a sly smile, stretching. I thought he might want to have sex, given how hard he was, but he calmly got up and went to the bathroom. I quietly followed him and peered through the crack in the door to see if he was going to jerk off. To my disappointment, he was just going through his morning routine. “Hmm, too bad,” I thought to myself, “I could’ve had another go.” I love watching a guy jerk off—it really turns me on. We got dressed and headed off to breakfast.
On our way back to the room, we checked out at the front desk and went to pack for the trip home. Fortunately, everything was going completely smoothly by then, so we were able to set off in peace after lunch. About half an hour after we left the hotel, all the coffee I’d had that morning started to take its toll, and I really had to pee. “Please pull over somewhere on a forest road,” I asked, because holding it until we got home was unthinkable. Luckily, we were driving through countryside where there was no shortage of driveways and other secluded spots in the woods. When we stopped, I bolted out of the car like a bullet toward the first tree so I wouldn’t be seen from the road, hiked up my mini-skirt, and—without even squatting—let it out spontaneously while standing. As I did so, I had my head turned toward the car and noticed he was watching me pee. After I finally finished with a blissful expression on my face and was about to return to the car, he suddenly appeared behind me. He pressed me against the tree and kicked my legs apart so wide that I stopped breathing in surprise. With my skirt still hiked up to my waist and my bare ass exposed, I leaned forward, curiously waiting to see what would happen next. He ran his fingers between my cheeks, pulled out his cock, grabbed my hips, and rammed it into my piss-soaked pussy all the way to the balls. He fucked me roughly like a roadside whore, so I didn’t bother showing any emotion and just held on. It felt good, sure, but since he’d come on to me like that, he can think whatever he wants. He came inside me, shoved it back into his pants, and went to sit in the car. I stayed motionless in the position he’d left me in, recovering from that “ambush.” When I straightened up and slowly turned to follow him, his cum dripped onto my ankle and ran down the side into my high-heeled shoe. “Shit, this isn’t going to work,” flashed through my mind. I squatted down with my thighs spread as wide as possible, opened the hole with my fingers, and let the rest drip out of me. “Let him wait, that pig,” I told myself, wiped my labia with my hand, and slowly made my way back to the car with unsteady steps, since my foot was slipping in my high-heeled shoe on the pool of cum. I had to rummage through my suitcase and purse right away to find a pair of panties, because getting into the car bare-bottomed would have been embarrassing. My boyfriend was sitting in the car, contentedly smoking a cigarette. “It’ll be a lot more comfortable for me now,” he said as I got in and we were about to drive off. “Well, I believe you. But I’m going to have a problem for the rest of the trip! My pussy already hurts so much I can’t even touch it! Am I some kind of whore that you treat me like this?” I said in a raised voice. A moment of silence was followed by a mutual burst of laughter, the engine started, and off we went home. Hopefully we won’t be stopping anywhere else. I don’t know if it was exactly a relaxing weekend, but it was definitely worth it.
