#amateur hotel

Steve and Emma were at the rehearsal dinner when they ran into Mike, an old friend of Steve’s.  They were all in town for a mutual friend’s wedding and were staying at the same hotel.  At first, Mike was a little strange about what he had been up to since they last saw each other.  Finally he admitted that he was a hypnotist.

“What?!? People pay you for that?” Steve asked incredulously, thinking Mike might be joking.  Mike promised he wasn’t joking, and he was helping people lose weight and quit smoking.

Steve was still unsure if his old friend was joking, when his wife chimed in.  “I think all of that is nonsense,” she said dismissively.  She and Steve began joking about Mike being a charlatan, or snake oil salesman.

Mike tried to change the subject a few times, but both Emma and Steve were having too much fun at his expense.  Mike made an excuse to leave the conversation and went off to say hello to a few other friends.  

A while later, he ran into Emma by the bar.  She was a bit tipsy and that did nothing to improve her manners.  “Seriously, you think people can be tricked into … whatever … clucking like a chicken?  Come on!” she said.

Mike tried to play along, but Emma became more and more insulting as the night wore on.

The next morning, before the ceremony, Steve had to run out after breakfast.  He came back to the hotel room and found his wife on all fours on the floor in front of the window. “What the –” Steve started to say before he saw Mike and suddenly blacked out.

When Steve woke up a few minutes later, he was tied to a chair, facing the window where his wife was.  Her dress was thrown over her ass and Mike was behind her, feeding his cock in and out of her gleaming, wet pussy.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” Steve screamed at Mike.  Mike just smiled.  Steve turned to his wife who was clearly enjoying Mike fucking her from behind. “Emma! What the fuck!”

“You want to know the funny thing?” Mike said to Steve nonchalantly as he continued to pound away at Emma’s pussy.  “All I’ve done is removed her inhibitions.  She actually thinks this is a dream.  So deep down, she wants me to fuck her.”  Turning to Emma, he asked her, “Isn’t that right?”

“Mmmm,” she moaned.  “Yes, I love it.  I’ve wanted another cock for a long time,” she purred.

Mike turned back to Steve who was still trying to undo his restraints.  “At first, I was just gonna make her do something embarrassing at the reception. Spill her drink, dance like a chicken, or something silly.  But when she answered the door and I saw her half dressed, I kinda changed my mind.  She’s a nice piece of ass, Steve.”  

“You sonuvabitch!” Steve screamed. “When I get out of these ropes, I’m gonna …”

Mike laughed, still fucking Emma from behind.  “Cum now, Emma,” he commanded.  “Cum hard. You can be as loud as you want.”  Emma began to moan and writhe as Mike kept pumping away at her.  Her face grew flushed and she bowed her head as she pushed herself harder and faster onto Mike’s cock.  

“Ohhh ggggaaawwwdd!!!” she screamed, grabbing at the rug and sobbing breathlessly as her orgasm overwhelmed her and her trembling pussy massaged Mike’s cock.

“Mouth,” Mike said calmly.  Emma dutifully obeyed and wrapped her pretty lips around Mike’s now purple cock.  She happily swallowed his load, letting only a few drops slip out of her lips and down her cheeks.  “Good. Now go kiss your husband,” Mike said.

Steve struggled against his restraints, trying to avoid his wife’s musky, cum scented breath.

Mike laughed. “Well, I think we all learned a valuable lesson here today,” he said calmly.

“When I get out of these ropes,” Steve started to threaten again.

“What ropes?” Mike asked, pointing down to show Steve he hadn’t tied him at all.  “See? Hypnosis works pretty well.  Now, let’s erase some of the last few hours, old chum.”

At the reception, Mike greeted Steve and Emma as old friends.  “Say, old chum, do you mind if I borrow your wife,” Mike asked flatly.

“Not at all! You kids have fun,” Steve said happily.

“Ooh, can we try anal?” Steve heard his wife ask as she walked away with Mike, toward their hotel room.

“So you’ve never been to Vegas before?” Matt asked Karen. He was honestly surprised that she had never been.

“No, this conference is my first trip. My husband is a little jealous,” she added.  Her husband, Tom had been to Las Vegas dozens of times.  At first, Karen thought he was concerned that she was going along. As it turned out, Tom was just jealous that he wasn’t going himself. She would rather people thought her husband was jealous of other men, so that was how she couched his reservations.

“Don’t worry,” Matt said with a wink, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

It was her colleague’s wink that made her start thinking those impure thoughts. She was going to be alone in a strange city for almost a week and no one there knew her. She could pretend to be anyone, she reasoned.  Sure she had to go to some of the conference events, and Matt was speaking at one of them, but other than that, she could do whatever she wanted.

Those thoughts began to percolate through her mind in the two weeks before her trip. Karen and Tom had met and started dating in their freshman year of college.  She had never really explored any independence on her own.  More and more, this trip was beginning to seem like her chance.

Karen worked herself up into such a frenzy, that the first night in the hotel, she did nothing but eat room service and masturbate furiously.  That normally settled a stray thought or two, but these fantasies were coming in waves.  The next night, she found herself downstairs in the hotel bar, letting strange men buy her drinks while she teased them.

Most of it was harmless flirting, but then she met Steve.  Before she knew it, Karen was upstairs in his room getting fucked from behind by a stranger and letting him cum all over her face.  They continued their romp until the early morning hours when Karen finally made the walk-of-shame back to her own room.

The next night, she was at the bar again and was surprised to see Matt there.  Karen had no way of knowing, but Matt had seen her the night before, leaving the bar holding hands with a strange man.  He approached and seemed more nervous than usual. “Hey, can you help me with my speech?” he squeaked out an excuse nervously. “I’m presenting tomorrow and would love to get your input,” he lied. “We can do it upstairs, I have a suite…” he stopped mid-sentence as Karen stood up and grabbed his hand.

“Sure. Let’s go,” she said keeping up the lie.

“Let me just get my laptop,” Matt said nervously at he let Karen into his suite.  He was trying to play it safe in case he had misread Karen’s signals.  When he returned to the main room, he found Karen topless, looking out the window, her arms and legs stretched.  She spun around revealing her perfect, soft breasts. 

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Isn’t that what you said?” she asked unbuttoning his trousers.  He gulped and nodded. “Let’s try to make this memorable anyway,” she said dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth.