The Hotel Ch. 07

"In fact, it's a nice compliment when someone you fancy finds you attractive," she purred. "And quite a turn on, too."

After adding that last remark, her teeth gently pulled on his earlobe and her thin, pink tongue licked inside his ear. The rapid growth of his penis suddenly accelerated.

"Do you know what this was before we converted it into a night club?" she whispered in his wet ear.

He shook his head, wanting the delicious feeling in his ear to go away and yet never end.

"A lap dancing club."

He jerked his head back slightly, looking into her deep brown eyes.

"Really?"

She nodded, her dreamy eyes capturing his.

"Really! Venus and I practised our techniques before daddy converted it into a night club."

"You... you danced here?"

She laughed. "Not in the club, silly. When it was closed. We practised for hours down here, but no-one has ever seen us. We're probably not that good....."

"I would imagine you are," he responded, wanting to pay her a compliment.

"Really? Why?"

He wasn't sure what to answer. Lisa would kill him if she heard this conversation. But he could still just make out his wife right across the very far end of the room and she still seemed engrossed in conversation with the owner.

"Because... because..." he stuttered, "You move so well and you have an incredible body."

Her tongue licked around his ear again, as if expressing her appreciation.

"Thank you, Leo. You really are so sweet."

She pressed herself more tightly into him and they could both feel his now rock hard manhood pressing into her.

"Your body feels everything I thought it would be, too," she whispered.

He groaned inside. This young temptress had him so hard his member was aching.

"I know," she suddenly said as if the thought had just struck her. "Would you like to see me dance?"

He paused, wondering if she meant what he thought she meant.

"Er... you are," he weakly replied.

"No... lap dance!"

His mouth was suddenly very dry.

"Veronica, that wouldn't really be appropriate," he croaked, then tried to make a joke out of it. "Besides, there are too many people around."

"Not here, silly."

"Veronica, my wife is with your father. There's no way we could leave the building."

"Don't need to," she whispered, her thin, pink tongue running patterns around his ear again.

He hesitated, knowing he shouldn't ask the question, but unable to prevent himself.

"Why... how?"

"There are concealed side rooms," she purred.

He should have known better than to ask. "Where?"

It was the question she wanted. She took his hand and pulled him across to the left of the floor, as if going to the rest rooms. But she pushed open a door that looked just like a panel, pulling him through before he or anyone around them, realised. It was a small room, with a table in one corner and a single chair near it. The sound of the music from the main dance floor was almost as clear as it had been on the other side of the door.

"Sit there," she purred.

He took the seat, but looked at her, almost a despairing look.

"Veronica..." he began to say, but was stopped by her actions.

She turned around as the music momentarily came to an end, and stood with her back to him. As the next song was played, she turned and flashed him a teasing smile over her shoulder before reaching up behind her and with a swift movement, pulled her white top up and off her body. He saw the smooth contours of her back change into two thrusting black breasts as she swung around to face him, the chocolate brown nipples pointed upwards.

She sashayed to him in time with the music and slowly sank to her knees, rubbing her breasts against each part of him as she descended. He was not clear if it was her right or left nipple that brushed his mouth but he was so close to opening his lips and sucking it in. His rigid weapon was threatening to burst through his pants as she rubbed her firm breasts against it, her eyes never leaving his.

Her body continued to sway provocatively as she retraced her steps, this time her hands holding onto his thighs as she lifted herself and slid right up his body. She ensured her chocolate tipped breasts pressed tightly against him as she rose and her hands went to his knees as she adjusted herself back slightly, allowing her orbs to provocatively sway in front of his face.

Her eyes were locked on his, carefully watching each reaction, and then she inched closer, the swaying chocolate nipples so close now. When she rubbed them, feather light, against his lips, his resistance was broken. His mouth opened and sucked in her right nipple, rolling it around his mouth and feeling it lengthen further, before he turned his attention to her left bud and repeated the pleasuring.

After allowing him his way for a short time, she swayed away and stood before him.

"You have a beautiful mouth..." she purred.

Before he could answer, she slid her hands to her black shorts and flicked open the top button. He was mesmerised, her hand slowly pulling down the zip, and sliding them away, exposing her narrow strip of dark black curls. His eyes went to hers and she ran her hand through her lustrous black hair as she lifted a leg across his body, sitting down in his lap and grinding herself on him through his pants.

Her superb breasts were in front of his face again as she undulated on him, gently swinging across his eyes and he could not help but grasp hold of them, urgently kneading the flesh and feeling the hard nipples pressing into his palms. He moaned out loud as his tongue crept out to flick each hard chocolate coloured bud, seconds before he engulfed both firm black globes in his mouth.

He wasn't sure how but he realised his crisp white shirt was fully unbuttoned and her hands were running across his bare chest. He heard someone give out a muffled moan and realised it was him. Her hands were on his belt now, her breasts were in his mouth and her undulating hips already had him halfway to an orgasm.

He knew that if he didn't stop now it would be too late. It nearly was already. His trousers were unbuttoned and she was lifting herself so she could slide them down his body.

"Veronica..." he whispered but her mouth stopped him.

"Sssh baby. No-one will ever know. Now let Veronica taste that dick....."

Within seconds his trousers and underwear was at his feet and the tantalising seductress was on her knees again, his rigid weapon between her sweet, red lips.

"Veronica, I can't..." he began, trying to pull her up.

He realised with relief and disappointment that his words had had an effect and she rose with the pull of his hands. But instead of stepping away, her mouth attacked his again and she slid her body downwards, her wetness ensuring that his steely invader sank all the way into her hot core.

"Mmm, Leo..." she whispered, her mouth and tongue now drawing patterns around his neck, "Such a good boy. Give Veronica that dick, baby."

She caught both of his wrists and held his arms down at his side as she undulated on him, then pulled his hands to her breasts, allowing him to knead her firm globes as she increased the pace. Her hot mouth returned to his, her thin, pink tongue snaking between his lips, cooing against his mouth as she felt him return the pressure as his tongue sought hers. Her slickened inner walls were sliding up and down on his hardness and he powerless to resist, even had he wanted to.

But he didn't. He was near his orgasm and there was no turning back. She was undulating faster against him now, her superb breasts swinging out of control as her body drove against him, both of them grunting with their exertions. She turned her downwards motions into circular ones and the friction was sensational. He grasped her globes again as she pounded away on top of him, her lips sucking his tongue as she pressed her head against his.

Her inner walls were contracting around him, her mouth was sucking on his lower lip and her erect chocolate nipples filled his palms. He felt his testicles tighten and knew he could not hold back. She could feel him pulsing inside her and gasped as he came, his body jerking as one spurt after another fired into her velvet interior, his body emptying itself inside her as her teeth gripped his earlobe.

"How was the lap dance...?" she purred.

*

Helena and Barry and Simon...

Helena was feeling heady. She had agreed to support Veronica in enhancing Danny's sexual education and here she was, teasing two of the married stud's whose tongues were almost literally hanging out with arousal. This was the third successive night she had flirted with the two men, but the first time that all three wives had disappeared. Even that first night, Leo and Lisa had stayed around whilst Babs and Sonia had left for some fresh air.

And Barry and Simon were slightly different with her tonight, more forward. Venus had told her about teasing them earlier with remarks as to how hot Helena found them and they certainly appeared to have taken her comment on board, both acting with a confidence they had not shown before. And she had to confess that she found it arousing. Whilst in a normal week she would find and seduce someone single, here was the opportunity for some forbidden fruit. Married men. And two of them at that.

She was dressed as she had most nights, a tiny skirt and a skimpy see-through top that aptly displayed her large, jutting breasts thrusting against her white, low cut brassiere. Her deep brown coloured voluptuous body was always a real turn-on for the male guests and she used her sultry, smoking brown eyes for maximum effect.

Tonight she had danced with the two husbands for much longer than they should have allowed, as testified to by the empty table that once hosted the three couples. They had returned there for a break during the dancing, but instead of wondering where their wives were, the two men continued to compete with each other for her attention.

She had rubbed and ground herself against both of them, playing her usual game of inflaming their sensations to fever pitch, but this time she had to confess that she was feeling the sexual heat too and as she saw Veronica disappear with Leo, she envied the action that she knew would soon be taking place.

Simon returned with more drinks for the three of them as they stood beside the table, idly watching the dancers on the now packed floor. She leant back against the table for a second, allowing the two men to scan her arched body, both dark pink nipples thrusting through her brassiere and the thin material of her top. She looked at them both, revelling in the lust on their faces but smiling innocently.

Barry snaked his arm around Helena's shoulder as she stood back up and took a sip from her drink, whilst Simon placed his arm across her waist, resting his hand on her stomach. As they talked, he gently began to fondle the buttons of her blouse, gently parting them and slipping his fingers through onto the hard, flesh of her tummy, caressing her naked skin.

Her nipples grew harder as she felt the welcome intrusion, and Simon grew bolder, beginning to softly stroke her delicious flesh. Within seconds he was pushing his hand upwards and the motion parted another button as his fingertips bumped against the underside of her voluptuous breast.

Barry heard her soft sigh and glanced down to see what Simon was up to. When he saw the moving fingers beneath the material, he glanced at his friend who grinned merrily back at him. Barry was not going to allow himself to be outmanoeuvred and he dropped the hand around Helena's shoulder so that it slid inside the top of her blouse, his fingertips lightly caressing the swell of her breasts.

Even though the room was dark, it was not so dark that they could not be seen. Both men took a step forward so that the sides of their bodies shielded Helena from any prying eyes, although in truth at that time of the night most people were focused on their own enjoyment. Helena realised that their slight movements were a precursor to further hand action and whilst she knew she should stop them, her arousal was building even further and she wanted to see how far they would go.

Barry leaned closer so that he had more reach and slid his hand down from the swell of her cleavage to cup one of her large, jutting breasts in his hand. He heard her gasp and lean into him and he took that as acquiescence, his fingertips taking and gently squeezing the hard nipple that was thrusting through the thin brassiere. He watched her face as her eyes closed and her mouth opened as another inaudible sigh escaped from between her full lips.

Meanwhile, Simon's spare hand was unbuttoning the front of her blouse to allow him easier access and she felt him pull the now open top apart, exposing her thinly covered jutting breasts to their ministrations. Had anyone stepped close enough they would have been able to see her state of undress but the semi-darkness and way in which the two men used their bodies provided ample protection

Each man had a breast now and she felt her skimpy brassiere cups being tugged upwards, exposing both superb globes to their hands. Momentarily she felt faint, a working hand on each breast and an aching nipple pressing into each palm. Their techniques were different, Barry's hand kneading her flesh in hard strokes whilst Simon was more teasing, gently caressing her jutting globe. Either way, it felt sensational to the hot Latin woman.

Then, first, Barry dipped his mouth to encompass an erect nipple between his lips and Helena immediately groaned, running her hand behind his head and holding him tightly to her. Simon was not going to be left out and his searching mouth immediately found her left nipple, her other hand going to his head and gently stroking the hairs along the back of his neck.

For a good few seconds she delighted in their ministrations, but as she looked around she saw one or two heads turning and she quickly pulled their heads up. The look of disappointment on their faces was palpable.

"Too exposed," she gasped, nodding to the people around them.

But her arousal was such she was not prepared to leave things there. She had these two married studs just where she wanted and tonight she was going to fuck them both. The answer suddenly appeared. She saw Veronica and Leo re-appear from the hidden room across the dance floor, a room that she, Veronica and Venus had used before to practice their dancing techniques.

Pulling her blouse together and fastening one button in the middle, she took both hands and pulled them behind her as she headed for the hidden room. It was dangerous to try to take them back to her bedroom in case they bumped into Babs and Sonia. This, at least, would give them some privacy.

As soon as they entered the room, Barry and Simon attacked her body again. Simon unfastened the remaining button and his deft hands soon had her skimpy top, followed by her brassiere, on the floor. Barry meanwhile was tugging down her skirt, immediately followed by her small white thong, exposing the full thatch of thick red hair between her long, shapely legs.

The two men looked behind them and Barry nodded at Simon, helping the willing woman onto the table. She lay back, glorying in the hands and lips that were now paying homage to her typical Latin, deep brown coloured voluptuous body.

Barry began to caress her inner thighs and rub his fingers through her thick thatch of thick red hair, whilst Simon lathed her large breasts and aching nipples with his mouth and tongue. Then it was Barry's tongue she felt, licking its way between her twin labial lips as he dropped to his knees in front of her. She was helpless, deliciously so, and she eased a hand onto both heads, encouraging them in their ministrations.

Barry's mouth remained busy between her soft thighs, his hands now grasping her incredibly rounded buttocks as he allowed his thrusting tongue to run lightly along the full length of her engorged clitoris. Her hips pushed upwards into his face as began to suck at her shining clitoris, his rasping tongue frantically flicking the tip of her hypersensitive nubbin from side to side as she moaned out in delight.

As her hips undulated on the working tongue, she felt Simon's long tongue snaking out and flicking each of her hard nipples, her thick, full lips quivering as his mouth sucked in and began to fuck one nipple and then the other, whilst Barry's tongue fucked her hot core. Her hands were now grasping and pulling at the hair on each of their heads.

"Oh fuck," she cried, her body beginning to spasm as the orgasm hit her.

She cried out loudly, an almost earth shattering scream that would surely be heard by everyone in the club, but she cared not. Her legs locked around Barry's neck as she came, holding him there whilst her body shuddered, releasing the valve of sexual pressure that had been building all evening and come to a head when the two men had started playing with her breasts in the bar.

Barry took the opportunity to divest himself of his clothing, but felt Simon tug his arm.

"You're not..." he began.

"Are you fucking kidding," Barry responded. "I've been wanting to fuck this hottie since we arrived and my cock is about to burst."

Simon seemed to think about it for a nanosecond before he too began to undress. As he did, Barry eased himself onto the table and positioned himself between her wide legs, his hardness only too apparent. Its pale foreskin was pulled tightly back to reveal a huge bulbous head and below his large, thick shaft swung an impressive pair of testicles.

With only a silent glance at Simon he helped pulled her knees up onto his shoulders and aligned his eager hips with her glistening opening. Helena groaned again as she immediately wrapped her feet behind his ears, a sign for him to press himself forward and she raised her hips to accommodate his entry in one smooth thrust. She let out another deep groan as she felt him slide easily inside, turning to look at Simon through her lust filled eyes as she did.

Simon moved his now naked body to the side of the table, beside her head, and she reached out and grasped his rigid manhood, starting her long, stroking, masturbation at the same time as her hips were responding to Barry's urgent thrusts. Her breasts were bouncing as they fucked and Simon reached out and began to caress both globes as her hands worked on his responsive shaft.

The table shook violently beneath them as Barry increased his fucking movements, but not sufficiently fast enough for the hot, Latin woman.

"Faster," she urged, the pace of her own hand increasing on Simon's weapon.

Barry responded to her request and redoubled his efforts. His thrusts accelerated and forced Helena's thick lips to quiver with her efforts to absorb him, until his own mouth began to open as he felt his orgasm approaching. Helena's working feet around his neck encouraged him further as the end quickly approached. She felt him begin to shake as he climaxed and used the timing to thrust uncontrollably against him, eager to encourage every last drop from his body and into hers.

Her hand had left Simon's penis as Barry's approach had neared, which was just as well as she was close to taking him over the edge. Instead, as Barry staggered down from the table, she felt the other man take his place, pulling her legs towards his standing body until, her buttocks perched on the edge of the table, he swiftly entered her.

Helena deliberately spread herself high and wide, attempting to open herself as much as possible to accentuate the raw and basic feelings she was experiencing.

"Fuck me, baby," she urged, her smoking brown eyes locking on his.

He needed no second bidding, his hard buttocks pistoning back and forth against the smooth flanks of her inner thighs and then he ran his big hands up her body, cupping her superb, large, bouncing breasts, pausing for a few seconds in his fucking movements to lean forward and allow his tongue began to run feather-light around the edge of one deep pink nipple.