Banging the Boys to Bed

Located halfway between downtown and the glassy skyscrapers of the financial district, this hotel had the enviable ability of attracting business people Monday to Thursday and holidaymakers Friday to Saturday. Elena was staying on a quiet Sunday night, or at least it was quiet until the rooms across the corridor became occupied by a group of very loud men.

Working from home far from the city it was necessary for Elena to occasionally stay in this hotel on a Sunday evening so that she could be in the office on the rare occasions when her physical presence was needed. With work expenses being so generous she had picked this hotel for its spacious rooms, which weren't much smaller than her entire apartment. Usually, in this blissful luxury, Elena could indulge in some expensively-furnished peace and quiet. Not tonight.

Peeking out the peep hole when the men noisily left their rooms for their night out, Elena noted how they were all dressed as Smurfs, with one of the men dressed as a Smurfette. A bachelor party. Great. Knowing that she'd be woken later, Elena decided to do the one thing she could to get to sleep as soon as possible: she deployed her favourite vibrator, which usually did just the trick. Tonight, though, it only provided a mediocre orgasm and left her both wide awake and horny.

Sure enough, at around 2 in the morning, the men returned, drunk and boisterous. Elena, outraged, ignored the fact that she was only wearing a tight singlet and tiny panties. She pulled on her boots and marched across the hall, rapping angrily on the one room in which the men had all gathered.

Streaked blue paint was smeared on the face of the man who answered. When he saw Elena his eyes widened and a lopsided grin cracked the blue.

"It's two o'clock in the morning," Elena began, quietly seething.

"And you're right on time," the man said, before turning into the room. "Who ordered the stripper?" he announced.

Elena then realised what she must look like. Dressed like this, at such an hour, standing at the door of a bachelor party. Peering into the room she saw about a dozen men in various states of undress, most of whom had by now toweled off most of that ridiculous blue paint.

The bachelor still wore his long blonde wig. He stumbled over to the door and looked Elena up and down before beckoning her in.

Misogynistic fuck, Elena thought. She returned the favour and looked him up and down. Not bad. Another man came to the door and pushed his friends away. This man really got Elena's attention. Not bad at all. He was shirtless and displayed just the right amount of strength and hairy chest to tick Elena's boxes. His face - mostly cleared of blue paint - was a blessed sight for her horny eyes too.

"I dunno who paid for you, but you're very welcome," the man said, his voice a slightly slurred deep rumble.

Decision time. Elena could either admit that she was just another hotel guest, albeit a very angry one, or she could just go with it. She could give in to her arousal, play out the fantasy she'd once had of being the focus of a bunch of horny men, see if she still had those dancing skills.

"Sit down boys, I hope you have music," Elena said, choosing option B.

One of the men chose a slow, thumping tune and, once the bachelors had settled, Elena took up her place in the middle of the large suite. She swung her hips sensually, bent slowly to the floor, rose back up with her breasts in her hands. Still got it. Off came the singlet. She danced topless to the now-silent audience.

So this is how I get them to shut up, Elena thought as she spun slowly around, letting everyone take a good look at her. Another tune began. She wiggled and writhed, grasped and gyrated. The men threw some cash at her. Emboldened, she hooked her fingers into her panties and pulled them halfway down her butt. It was at this point that all of the men sat forward, eager to see more and generously showering her with yet more cash.

Having not planned to go that far, Elena now felt so very sexy, so wonderfully desired, that she decided to give them what they wanted. Off came the panties, sliding inch by inch down her legs. She bent at the waist while she removed them, giving the groom and that beautiful best man the full rear view of her cunt and asshole.

This was the point at which she should have gone to bed. Some of the men had pulled out their dicks, but they were now more-or-less silent and she had to be awake in just a few hours. The music finished, she took a bow and the best man helped her gather her tips before walking her to the door. Still wearing only her boots she accepted a wad of cash from him, as well as sincere compliments on her dancing.

"Thank you, now you all better get some sleep and stop disturbing hotel guests."

"Oh how can we sleep now that you've got us all worked up?" the man teased.

"I dunno, do one of those circle jerks or whatever it is that you guys do when you're alone together."

"Ha, I think that's just a fantasy that certain people like to enjoy."

"Shame, it's a nice fantasy."

"Yeah, well thanks for the dances, very fucking hot."

"You're welcome. Now, shush."

"Sure, sure. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Well, like I said, we're all kinda worked up now. I don't suppose you would...?"

"I would... what?... Oh."

"Yeah. I mean, we'd pay good money, obviously."

"Yeah, no, sorry."

Elena, smiling widely, turned back to cross the corridor to her room, well aware that the men would be staring at her bare butt. The best man froze in arousal. It was then that Elena realised that if she entered her room the men might wonder if she were actually a stripper. They may ask questions that she most definitely would not want to answer. Luckily the best man came to his senses.

"How... how about just me and you?" he said. "The others can just, er, watch."

Watch? While she gets to fuck this gorgeous man? Elena was well aware that her lust could get her into trouble, but then again she could earn some decent money. Plus this may get the men to shut the fuck up.

Plus she was currently desperate for some dick.

"$500 for a half hour. But only one of you."

"500? Fuck, you must be good."

"The best. Take it or leave it."

Elena placed her hands at the top of her thighs, perfectly framing the V of her cunt and unintentionally accentuating what was on offer. The best man gazed down and looked at the other bachelors who were frantically going through bags and pockets to find the cash. One of the men counted the notes then looked up, distraught.

"We're about a hundred short," he said.

"I've got it," the best man said, "but I get to fuck her."

Before the others could argue he went to his room next door and returned moments later with more cash and a condom.

"$750, and they get to touch."

"You or me?" Elena joked.

Oh this guy has a cute laugh too, Elena thought. I hope he has a nice dick. She sauntered back into the suite, placed her top and panties back on the sofa and let the men lead her into the master bedroom. Here she crawled slowly onto the super king-sized bed, letting the bachelors get a good look at her. She then lay on her back and spread her legs. One of the men approached eagerly.

"Nuh-uh," Elena said, "only one of you."

"I believe that's me," said the best man. "Now watch closely guys and see how it's done."

Licking his fulsome lips he got to his knees and crawled between Elena's legs, his eyes full of hungry desire. Sure in the knowledge that it was the handsome best man going down on her, Elena lay back and stared up at the gaudy chandelier above the bed.

Kisses on the inner thighs, very good, Elena thought. She liked the scratchiness of his stubble on her skin, too. Mmm, kisses all around the outside of her labia. He was taking this slowly, maybe she should've given him more time. Glancing around her she noticed that all the men now had their dicks in their hands, even the groom. All these cocks, hard for her. Holy fuck that's hot.

Elena spread her legs a little more, lifting her butt and squeezing her breasts together to fully titillate her audience. They tentatively reached out for her nipples, growing more confident when she didn't protest.

Her concentration faltered when the best man pushed away one of his friend's fingers from her clit, replacing them with his tongue. He began licking gently, interspersed with long French kisses. He then added long, firm laps running from her perineum to the hardened button of her clit. Not wanting to surrender herself to this stranger, Elena tried her best to stave off orgasm, but she'd need him to remove his mouth if she had any hope of doing that.

An unexpected feeling of exhibitionism came over her. She rolled onto her front then lifted herself on to hands and knees, presenting her derriere to the best man. The other men gathered around to get a good look at her holes, one of them succumbing early to over-stimulation and attracting the ridicule of his pals. Luckily he'd been aiming at Elena's left thigh, which now dripped with thick cum.

The best man rolled the condom onto himself while the other men enthusiastically towelled off the naked woman, using this as an excuse to feel her breasts, ass and cunt.

"You got her nice and wet," one of them commended the best man.

"Nipples are good and hard too," said another.

"Hey, finger out my butt," Elena scolded a third, who immediately obeyed.

"May I?" asked the best man.

"Sure," Elena replied, before pressing her chest to the bed and giving him full access to both cunt and asshole. "But finger only," she clarified.

First, though, the best man concentrated on easing his perfectly-curved dick between the welcoming folds of her labia. He liberally covered a finger in spit and gently pressed it against her asshole, letting the ring slowly swallow it and holding it there as he began to thrust.

"Fuck," said one of the other men and a split-second later Elena felt his cum shoot across her arched back. This time the men didn't bother with the towel, they were too occupied with feeling every inch of her while jerking themselves off.

The best man's thighs slapped against hers as he continued to fuck her from behind. Elena took a moment to count how many other men were in the room apart from the one buried deep inside her. Seven, with the two most drunken men having finished early and now sat dozing on the sofa. 14 pairs of hands roamed her body, fondling her breasts, stroking her thighs, gently spanking her butt. The best man kept his hands firmly on her hips as if he would fall away should he let go.

She hadn't got a chance to properly look at his dick but it felt amazing inside her. She'd lost all sense of time; it was possible that the half hour was already up but she didn't care. This dick felt too good, and the gentle attention of the other men was better than she could have imagined. One of them now lay on the bed, positioning himself so that he could lap at her clit.

"Just keep yer balls off my face, Cam," the man said with his mouth full.

Cam. The best man's name was Cam. Elena liked that name. She liked being fucked by Cam. Ignoring his friend, Cam plunged deeper into Elena, almost to the point where it felt uncomfortable. But it didn't feel uncomfortable, it felt sublimely filling and stimulating.

Holy fuck that man's tongue felt good down there. And whoever was pinching her nipples was doing so in just the right way. Elena was more than ready to finish this thing.

"Your time's almost up," she said, guessing that there was some truth in it.

"Shit, I'm not yet ready," Cam replied.

Fuck, Elena thought. She really wanted to feel him cum inside her.

"Fine, you can fuck my ass," she said, "but only for a minute and you gotta use a new condom after."

Cam unhesitatingly withdrew, spit-lubed his dick and very gently pressed it against Elena's ass. She was grateful that he had stretched it out a little with his fingers, but it nevertheless made her briefly gasp in pain as he fully entered.

"OK?" he asked.

"OK," she replied.

In her head she counted down from 60. Being fucked in the ass wasn't really her thing but she knew how stimulating the tightness could be for people with dicks. Seeing her being penetrated like this was obviously proving arousing for her audience, too. Within that 60 seconds the groom and three of his friends shot their loads over her arched back and spread buttocks.

"Time's up," Elena said.

Cam slowly pulled out, replaced the condom then began eagerly fucking her cunt again. He felt much harder now and Elena was herself less than a minute away from orgasm.

"Fuuuuuuck," Cam growled.

"Mmmmmmff yeah, there you go," Elena encouraged.

She wasn't able to hold off any more. The man at her cunt lapped at her furiously as he spunked in her face. Spitting out his cum she experienced her own terrific orgasm in rhythm with Cam's throbbing, jizzing cock. More cum spattered across her bare skin as the last men reached completion.

"Well done boys," Elena finally said.

"Mmm, thank you," Cam replied.

He pulled all the way out and leaned down to kiss her butt before helping the others with towelling her down. She unsteadily got to her feet while Cam held her waist.

"There you go," he said.

"Thanks."

"Here, you definitely earned this."

Cam handed her the $750 plus an extra $100 tip. Such a gentleman. The bachelors politely thanked Elena before drifting to their rooms. Waiting for them all to disappear, Elena kissed Cam passionately on the lips before closing the door to the suite and slipping unseen and unheard into her own room. The couple in the room next door to hers were, at last, able to get some sleep following the crescendo of sex noises from across the corridor.