Night Time Noises

Night Time Noises

© 2026 Bad Hobbit

I checked my phone; five twenty-seven AM.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.... My musician's brain told me around 100 BPM.

It was obvious what was happening; someone with a stronger libido than mine was energetically fucking a seemingly willing partner in the room next door. The noise continued for some time - certainly several minutes - and then stopped. But if I thought that one or both of them had achieved orgasm, I was mistaken. I then heard a female voice repeating "Uh, uh, uh, uh," at about the same rhythm. Probably a change of position?

And then, after several minutes of this, the banging resumed, this time for maybe a minute and a half, before a long plaintive moan signalled that someone had got where they wanted to go.

I smiled. It had been many years since I'd had the stamina to perform any sexual acts for that duration at that pace. And, I thought sadly, a few years since I'd had a partner to perform them with.

I dozed for a while, only to be woken again by further banging. Again, I looked at my phone; six fifty. Well, they'd had nearly ninety minutes to rest and recuperate before round two. I got up, cleaned my teeth and showered. I toyed with having a wank, partly aroused by the thought of what might be happening next door, but instead I dressed and went for an early breakfast.

I was in the office a good hour before anyone else. When you're on the client's premises as a contractor, it doesn't hurt to show apparent enthusiasm and commitment. I got a couple of hours' work done on the IT strategy I was helping them develop before I had the first of several tedious meetings. I was glad to get away by six, and headed back to the hotel, feeling rather jaded and frustrated with the glacial rate of progress we were making. Local authorities could be hard work at the best of times, but the seeming need to spend weeks developing a framework - an agreement to have agreements - before actually doing anything concrete was sapping my will to live.

I was just approaching my room when the door to the next room opened. Out came an attractive couple. He was tall, tanned, square-jawed, blue-eyed, and with blonde, perfectly-cut hair. She was smaller, with a figure to die for - or over - in a tight-fitting short and low-cut dress. Her jewellery and perfect makeup implied they were off out for the evening.

The girl smiled and headed down the corridor towards the bar. I nodded and smiled back. As her partner stood, locking the door, I said, "Excuse me, but you know those scatter cushions they put on the bed?"

He looked at me a bit puzzled. "Yeah?"

"Would you mind pushing a couple of them between the bed and the wall before you turn in tonight, please? Only the headboard bangs against the wall if the bed's shaken energetically. Frankly, I wish I still had that level of energy and endurance, but it makes me feel very old."

"Oh! Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Did we - did we disturb you?"

"Well, you woke me up - twice - but I guess I was just reminded of how I used to be with my late wife when I was your age. Not a complaint, you understand; with a lady friend like that, I'd be like you. But I think it'd be more discreet if you put some padding between the bed and the wall. Anyway, sorry to have to bring it up."

I didn't wait for him to respond, but went into my room and closed the door. The girl was gorgeous, and I had half a hard-on, thinking about what it must've been like for the two of them in the early hours of the morning. What was he doing, making her moan like that? How long were they shagging before the intensity got to the point when the bed started hitting the wall? Did they both come?

But the thought of Gwen took the edge off my desire to masturbate. We'd been so in love, and the sex had been great. Then I woke up one morning to find her dead and cold in the bed beside me; brain haemorrhage, they said. Four years on and I still haven't come to terms with it.

A quick shower to wash off the day's sweat - the Council offices aren't air-conditioned, and it had been pretty warm that day - and then down to the bar. My usual recourse on an evening like this would be to go out and find a pub and maybe watch some footie, but that night I decided to simply have a drink or two in the bar while checking my emails, eat in the hotel's restaurant, and then go back to the room and catch up on my lost sleep. So I read and replied to a few messages, and skimmed the day's news on my phone over a G&T, then took up my usual table for one.

I was surprised to see the young couple from the next room, sitting in the corner. The girl was quite spectacular, and given how she was dressed, I'd have expected them to be going somewhere more swanky. But I wasn't about to complain. My chair was directly facing their table, so I was able to take it all in, with intermittent glances at my phone to make it seem like I wasn't really ogling her. Her makeup was pristine, with huge false lashes in her big eyes, under immaculately trimmed, arched brows. Her full lips bore an interesting colour of lipstick. I noticed a small jewel glistening by the side of her nose. Her thick, dark hair was lustrous, and I could make out quite large, jewelled earrings and a matching choker around her neck. Her dress had a neckline that plunged between full, rounded breasts. Her nails were carefully manicured, with gel in a colour that matched her lipstick. I could just make out, under the table, that her toenails were the same colour, in her elegant, diamante-encrusted high-heeled sandals.

And on the third finger of her left hand, quite a large diamond. But no additional gold band.

They seemed to be in quite animated conversation. I ordered the sea bass and a large Sauvignon Blanc, and picked up my phone, ostensibly to check emails, but the girl - I guess somewhere in her mid-twenties - was so eye-catching that I barely focused on it. And, weirdly, she kept glancing in my direction. I guessed she might have thought that I was an old pervert, ogling her, with some justification. When my wine and then my food arrived, I busied myself with them, trying to look self-composed, but I guess I must've made a pretty sorry-looking sight.

Then something weird happened. The girl seemed to be saying something to her partner, while looking over in my direction. He got up and came across.

"Hello again," he said, smiling. "Sorry to disturb you during your meal. Can I sit here?" He indicated the empty chair opposite me. I was dreading a conversation along the lines of, 'Look, we'll try to keep quiet, but stop being a pervert, staring at my girlfriend, and mind your own business.' But that wasn't how it went.

"I'm Ollie, by the way." He held out his hand, and we shook. "I mentioned what you said to my fiancée, Cassie." He indicated the girl, who was watching us, with a small twist of his head. "We're so sorry to hear that you lost your wife. How long ago was that?"

"Four years. Yes, it's been tough."

"I can only imagine. Cassie and I have been together for about fifteen months. We got engaged a few days ago, and are celebrating with a week away. I don't know what I'd do if I lost her."

"Be miserable, I guess, like me. She looks lovely. I hope you're very happy."

"We are. Delirious, you might say. But we're really sorry if our - our nighttime activities have disturbed you. We - well, Cassie suggested..."

"That I wear earplugs?"

He gave a little laugh. "No. She - she wondered if you - you'd like to watch us."

"Sorry?" What was going on?

"She feels very sorry that we disturbed you, especially given - given your circumstances. You see, we have a very, er, active sex life. I guess that's something that initially brought us together, and kept our relationship going."

"I had something similar with Gwen, at first. Everything else grew from there."

"So you understand what I mean. The thing is - well, see, Cassie, she's - she's a bit of a freak, really."

"She looks pretty good to me," I replied.

"I mean, she's sexually adventurous. I guess what I'm trying to say is that she's something of an exhibitionist. She likes to shock people. We recently had sex on a river cruise, on our balcony, and anyone on the banks could see exactly what we were doing, which really turned her on. She said she used to flash her breasts at people when she was in her late teens."

"That must've been quite a sight."

"Believe me, it is." He grinned. "But she feels sorry for you, without a partner, and she thought it might be fun if we - if you came to our room after dinner, and we put on a little show for your benefit. Just for you to watch. Would you like that, or..."

"That's a very kind offer," I replied, not really believing what I was hearing.

"But?"

"Er, no buts. Just an 'and'. And could I bring a bottle of champagne for us to share as my contribution to the evening?"

"So you're interested?"

"Watching a fit guy fu - having sex with a gorgeous girl like Cassie, that's like top-quality live porn, and it beats anything they have on the in-house TV. Would I be allowed to - to masturbate while I'm watching?" I suddenly felt self-conscious, a sad old widower.

"Of course. But no touching her, OK? This is Cassie's rather unusual way of saying sorry for waking you up in the night. It's not a threesome."

I turned to look at the young lady in question. She smiled, turned to face me - and spread her legs. No panties. Fuck!

****

I hurriedly finished my dinner and went to the local off-licence to buy the best champagne they had in their fridge. I persuaded Pete the barman - I've stayed at the hotel so many times I know all the staff by name - to lend me an ice bucket and three glasses. He was curious as to why I needed them, but I just gave him a spiel about celebrating a project milestone with some colleagues. The ice machine on my floor spat out enough pieces for me to use to keep the bottle cold. When I knocked at eight PM, as instructed, Cassie opened the door, wearing one of the fluffy bathrobes - maybe two sizes too big for her. Even in something like that, she was gorgeous.

"Hi, you must be Gavin. Come on in."

I headed inside, rather self-consciously, and set my offerings down on the dressing table. Their room was larger and more ostentatious than mine; as I'm self-employed, I try to keep the overheads down, and I'd negotiated a rate for a single room that I stayed in every week. Before I could say anything, Ollie appeared from the bathroom, also in a bathrobe.

"Hi Gavin. We thought you might like to sit there." He indicated an armchair, facing the big bed with its ornate brass bedstead. I noticed that Ollie had wedged two cushions between the bedposts and the wall. On the small table next to the armchair was a box of tissues. How thoughtful.

"Cassie wants you to enjoy the show. If you feel the need to get up and move around, please do so, but don't get too close or try to touch either of us, unless we ask you to do something. Understood?"

"Perfectly. Would you like some champagne to start?"

"Let's leave it until we've had a bit of fun, shall we?" Cassie replied.

I smiled and sat in the chair.

"We've been indulging in some foreplay before you arrived, so if it's OK with you, we're going to get straight down to business," Cassie said, untying her robe and shrugging it off.

And wow! Fucking wow! The body underneath, in its flimsy wrappings, was well into porn star territory. Her breasts were spectacular. If they'd been surgically enhanced - I couldn't be sure - it was a classy job, unlike the 'domed plate covers' you see on some adult-movie models. They were caressed - hardly lifted, as they were firm and upright, and not even covered - by a lacy half-cup bra. Her waist was remarkably slender, while her hips flared out to create a classic hourglass figure. She seemed tall, because she still had on the rather extreme heels I'd seen her wearing in the restaurant. And her legs were long and shapely, clad in black stockings held up by suspenders that framed her plump, enticing, bare, hairless, and clearly wet pussy.

I've seen and experienced a few pussies. Gwen's was small and neat. Before her, in my youth, there were a handful of girls, with a variety of shapes and geometries. Angie, an escort I've visited a few times since Gwen died, has one that's full and fleshy, with prominent (and sensitive) inner lips. Cassie's was intriguing, the outer lips very rounded and almost puffy, with some neat pink protrusions that invited further manual and oral exploration - neither of which, sadly, I was to be permitted.

"I hope you weren't expecting a striptease. As you saw in the restaurant, I didn't bother with panties," she explained, though I hadn't said anything. "I'm usually so horny by this stage that they'd only get in the way, and Ollie's already destroyed one of my best Janet Reger thongs by ripping it off me." She giggled. Her voice was slightly more 'girly' than I'd expected, a little young-sounding, and hinted at a private school education.

"I - I'm only here as an observer. What you do is entirely up to you. I'm happy to watch."

Actually, I'd have loved to get my lips around her delightfully-chewy-looking nipples, spread those toned thighs and slip my fingers and ultimately my cock into that wet, pink cleft. But that wasn't my call, or indeed what I was supposed to be here for. I wished it was me who'd ripped her knickers off, but right now, I was delighted at my good fortune to get an erotic eyeful of Cassie's charms.

"So Ollie and I usually start with some sixty-nine and then some serious fucking. Make yourself comfortable while we do what we do. I like the idea of performing, so don't be put off if I keep looking at you. I'm really excited!" She giggled. "Oh, and here's my phone. Please take some pictures and video for us to enjoy later. The code's 200701." I was again taken aback at the rather schoolgirly voice coming from a mature and unbelievably horny-looking young woman.

Before I could respond, she climbed onto the rather high bed, rolled onto her back and let her head dangle over the edge. Ollie took this as his cue to slip his own robe off. Underneath, he was naked, fit and muscular, and sporting, from a hairless groin, a very respectable uncut erection, which he proceeded to insert into Cassie's wide-open mouth. I'd tried this a couple of times with Gwen, who tolerated it and let me go quite deep, at least for a short time. Cassie seemed to be eager to allow Ollie full penetration. She just crossed her arms below her bountiful breasts and bent her head back, occasionally flicking her tongue along the upper surface of Ollie's cock. Ollie seemed to have no qualms about pushing deeper, until I could see a definite bulge in Cassie's throat, and his balls were almost touching her nose. My cock, by now, wanted to burst through my trousers like something out of the Alien movie. I opened the phone and took several photos before switching to video.

I shuffled around in the chair to ease the pressure, still a bit too embarrassed to unzip and start to stroke my cock. Then I carefully and quietly slid the chair sideways to get a better view of the action. Ollie was by now quite energetically throat-fucking his fiancée, who seemed to be actively enjoying it. She'd uncrossed her arms, moved one hand to stroke one delightful breast, while the other slid between her legs. I would have liked to have offered some assistance, but I knew that was forbidden.

After what seemed a long time, Ollie bent forward over Cassie's body, moved her hand away from her pussy, and dipped his head down. Cassie, her mouth and throat rather occupied, let out a long, muffled moan. I watched in fascination as they continued their highly energetic sixty-nine. Before long, Ollie was holding Cassie's stockinged thighs down and apart as she began to writhe and twist, palming and squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, while I took sporadic video clips and photos, trying to capture the action without using up all the memory on the phone. Then her muffled moans reached a crescendo, and her hips bucked off the bed as her climax hit - still with Ollie's cock embedded in her throat. Even as her shapely body wriggled under her boyfriend's, his thrusts into the depths of her throat became more urgent, more forceful, more - more brutal, I thought.

Then Ollie threw his head back and moaned very loudly, his cock deep in his girlfriend's gullet, froze in that position for a few moments, and then finally slumped forward.

"Did you enjoy that?" Ollie asked cheerfully, once his limp penis was pulled from Cassie's drooling mouth and the two of them had kissed and arranged themselves, side by side on the bed, facing me. Cassie grabbed a glass of water that Ollie had placed there earlier and gulped it down. Her previously immaculate makeup was, I noticed, now a mess; mascara in rivulets down her cheeks and across her face, with lipstick smeared around her mouth. I thought this made her look even sexier.

"It was amazing! I've seen some top-quality porn, but that beat them all. Cassie, how could you take all of Ollie's cock in your throat, so deep for so long?"

She laughed. "There's a knack to it," she replied, rather hoarsely as I busied myself removing the foil and the wire cage from the Champagne bottle. "It took a while to learn. But now - now it makes me very horny. I get so wet sucking his cock, and when he shoves it down my throat, I just need someone - him or me - to frig my clit."

The cork popped, and I carefully poured three glasses. "You've earned this - especially you, Cassie. You both looked so amazing. Thank you for sharing that with me."

"Did you get some good video and pics?"

"Lots. Here, take a look." I passed the phone over, and they looked at the screen for several minutes.

"Fuck, that's hot!" Cassie said, smiling. Then she looked at me. "You didn't decide to get your cock out, then?"

"Er, no. I mean, I wanted to, but..."

She laughed in her sweet, schoolgirl way. "Well, maybe when we do the next round. I'd really like to watch you wanking to what we're doing. That would be a big turn-on."

"Really? I'd have thought what Ollie was doing to you would be exciting enough."

"Ollie told you I'm an exhibitionist. I like seeing the effect I'm having on men. Women, too. It turns me on to know I'm turning them on. Nice Champagne, by the way." She took a long sip and held out her nearly empty glass. "More, please? My throat needs it!" She giggled again in her sexy way.

"You - you said 'the next round'. Are you - are you going to do more, and do you really want me to stay and watch?"

"Absolutely! We often fuck three, sometimes four times a night. Yeah, kid, stick around!" Cassie's naughty smile had my already-hard cock throbbing.

"Of course, we usually need a rest between sessions. It depends which hole - or holes - I've used," Ollie added. "I think Cassie's throat will be a bit tender for an hour or so, but there are two other sockets for me to plug into."

I was about to question his assertion of two holes, but held back. Gwen and I had never tried anal. I'd never dared to suggest it, though it had always intrigued me. I'd watched quite a lot of porn since her death, almost my only sexual release, and I was fascinated by videos where the girl gets her arse fucked and climaxes from it. There's one in particular I've watched several times, where a cute Eastern European girl gets an anal fucking while deep-throating, and after maybe five minutes of this she starts rolling around the bed in a powerful and protracted orgasm. I don't think it's possible to fake the leg-trembling or pussy-squirting that they captured on camera, so I guess she really did get off on anal, even though the video looks, superficially, rather brutal and abusive. But then Cassie had just told me that being throat-fucked turned her on. I couldn't understand it, but it seemed I'd just witnessed it.

Having finished her Champagne, Cassie climbed off the bed. Just looking at her built-for-sex body had me salivating.

"Pour me another glass, please, Gavin. I'm just going to clean up a bit in the bathroom, and I'll be back in a few minutes."

I got up and poured another glass for Cassie, and topped up Ollie's. I'd barely touched mine, fascinated as I was by the show I'd just witnessed.

"Is Cassie always like this? I've never met a woman who seems so excited by sex."

"Well, yes; I guess she is. We first met on a waiting gig."

"Sorry?"

"We were both signed up to an agency that gave us casual work serving drinks, waiting tables, sometimes just standing around being decorative. Both of us had signed up - independently; we didn't know each other then - to get a bit of extra cash while we were studying. There was supposed to be modelling work, too, but not a lot of that materialised; Cassie got more than me. They had hundreds of students and recent grads on their books. Anyway, we were both offered the opportunity to work at a high-end garden party. They'd specified young, attractive staff, and we were all given very scanty outfits. Most of the boys were in little more than a loincloth, a bow tie, and sandals. The girls were in revealing outfits. I saw Cassie serving drinks, and immediately thought, 'She's hot!' She had this sort of mini-toga thing: a white scoop-neck top with a micro skirt and heels. No bra. You can imagine how she looked. It's hard to hide an erection under a loincloth. Anyway, she seemed attracted to me. We exchanged glances, and then a few words. When everyone was clearing up at the end of the evening, we sneaked off into a very private area and - well, we had sex. I won't go into the details, but it was pretty special for both of us. We met up the next day and spent most of the afternoon and evening fucking each other's brains out. I couldn't believe that such a hot girl would fancy me and would be so uninhibited in bed. So now, a bit over a year later, we're still at it!" He laughed.

"Well, you're not exactly a wimp yourself. I can see why she's attracted to you. I just wish I had your looks and stamina - and that I could find a woman as interested in sex as Cassie clearly is."

At that moment, the girl reappeared from the bathroom. She'd cleaned up and reapplied her makeup, and again looked stunning. She'd also removed the half-cup bra, and her tits looked spectacular. She picked up her glass and took another swig of Champagne.

"Ollie really went for it in my throat," she said, a little hoarsely. "It's going to be a while before I can swallow a cock again. But we can do some licking and sucking, can't we? Don't forget to record the action, Gavin, but please use the other hand to wank. I want to see it!"

Ollie put his glass down, embraced his fiancée, and then they were on the bed, kissing and stroking. I watched his hands wander over her spectacular tits as he licked and nibbled her neck. Her hand went down, cupping and then starting slowly to work his cock up and down. Cassie had hinted that it was time to do the same with mine, but something - perhaps modesty or shame - prevented me. I just sat there, watching the erotic tableau playing out in front of my eyes, two very attractive people preparing to fuck, and felt the hard swelling in my groin getting more and more insistent for attention. I focused on using the phone, which took the edge off my arousal - but only slightly.

Then I watched Ollie work his way down Cassie's fit body with his mouth, licking, nibbling, pausing to suck her nipples and make her moan. Eventually, his head was between her thighs and she was moaning louder. I couldn't see what Ollie was doing in detail because his head was in the way, but I could tell that Cassie was enjoying it. Her head was lolling from side to side, her long lashes protruded from her thickly made-up, closed eyes, and some moans and gasps of pleasure escaped her freshly-lipsticked mouth.

Then her eyes fluttered open, and she was looking straight at me. She lifted onto her elbows and said, "Gavin, please get your cock out and have a wank."

"Er, I'm not sure..."

"I - OH YES! Keep doing that! Gavin, I - I want to see you wanking - over me and, and what Ollie's doing - AH! - doing to me. Get your cock out. Please?"

Somewhat self-consciously, I unfastened my trousers, unzipped, and pulled my erect cock out. It was more modest than the organ Ollie was wielding; I estimated his was seven or eight inches, and quite thick. I'm a 'Mr. Average' six, though the head is quite bulbous. I remember reading in one of Terry Pratchett's books about a song entitled ' A Wizard's Staff Has A Knob On The End.' Yeah, but if I were a wizard, my staff didn't always seem to conjure magic in my wife. She often seemed to find penetration unstimulating at best, uncomfortable or even painful at worst. I idly wondered what she'd have made of Ollie's bigger cock. Maybe having a fit young hunk between her legs might've got her more excited. It was too late now to find out.

"Ooh, that's - that's nice!" Cassie cooed, unexpectedly. "Love the - the big knob. I like - OH YES! - I like something like - like that - in - in my arse!"

It was as well I wasn't touching myself at that point, or I'd probably have sprayed semen all over the young couple performing for my pleasure - or was it my torment?

"OH YES! Gavin, please - please wank it - for me. It - it turns me on to - to have a guy wanking - MMM!" Her head went back as Ollie clearly hit a pleasure zone, and hit it hard. "Oh fuck, that's good! Yeah. Yeah, please, Gavin. Show me - show me you're - turned on by me and - and what Ollie's doing to me. Stroke it. For me?" Her expression was almost pleading.

So I did as she asked, focusing on the shaft, knowing that if I started rubbing the head, I'd be coming in about thirty seconds.

"Baby. Baby, fuck me. Fuck me now, please. I need - need to feel your cock - right up inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Baby," she moaned. She obviously meant for Ollie to obey her request, but she was staring at me, sitting there, stroking my cock and wishing it was me she was actually talking to.

Moments later, Ollie's fit, muscular body moved up and over his fiancée's as she spread her legs for him. She cried out as I watched him guide his largeish cock between her toned, stocking-clad thighs, and, I surmised, into her. And then they were moving together. She lifted her head to kiss him and whisper something I couldn't hear, and then, with a smile on her face, she turned to look at me again. I pointed the phone toward her face and upper body.

"Ollie's - he's fucking me, Gavin. His cock - OOOH! - his cock's going - going right up inside me. Inside my pussy. Right up - AAAH! OH YES! Right up my - OH YES, BABY! JUST LIKE THAT! Right up my - my juicy little - little cunt. I'm so tight, and Gavin, he's - OOOOH! - he's so big! He - OHMYGOD! YES! YES! Oh fuck, he's - he's so DEEP!"

If Cassie's aim had been for me to come instantly, she was definitely going about it in almost the most direct way possible without actually touching my cock. I gritted my teeth and briefly closed my eyes. This was the hottest porn I'd ever seen - except it was live, happening right in front of my eyes.

I could see the bedframe swaying with each thrust that Ollie was making. Cassie's legs were flexing, pushing her hips - her pussy - upward to meet Ollie's thrusts. The expression on her face told me she was in sexual torment - or ecstasy; it was hard to tell which, as I couldn't recall ever achieving this level of arousal in my wife, or any other woman, for that matter, with just my cock.

And then she looked straight at me and said something that blew my mind. "Gavin. Come here. Wank off - over my face. Cover me - cover me with your cum!"

I mean, guys, honestly - have you ever had an offer like that from a girl who was as deliciously fuckable as Cassie? I jumped up with my trousers around my thighs and shuffled across to be about two feet away from her. I knew I was a hair's breadth away from coming.

"Closer!" she croaked, amid a lot of moans that told me she was pretty close herself. I edged in until I was barely six inches from her face.

"OH FUCK!" she moaned. "Fuck, that's so - OH FUCK! - so fucking big and so fucking deep in my fucking cunt!" At that point, I was right on the edge. Then she looked straight at me and said, "Cum all over my face, Gavin. OH FUCKFUCKFUCK! Oh my God, that's - that's - oh SHIT!" It took her a few moments to regain composure; clearly Ollie had hit some pleasure buttons.

"Gav - Gavin. Please - please - cum on my face. NOW! Please - please cover my - OHMYGOD - cover my face with - with your CUMMMM!"

I was wanking away like crazy. Cassie's head was turning back and forth. I was about ten nanoseconds from shooting my load when Cassie turned to face me, craned her neck toward me - and licked the end of my cock.

She got what she'd demanded. I emptied my balls all over her gorgeous, immaculately made-up face. A lot of it went into her open mouth, and halfway through the cum-baptism, she stuck her tongue out and licked me again. Shit, I could see that her arousal was pretty strong, but I wondered if it rivalled mine. I imagined half my brain exploding through my ears.

With her face streaked with semen - MY semen - including between her sexy, lipsticked lips, she turned her attention to the guy who was bouncing between her well-toned, stockinged thighs.

"OH YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! MAKE ME CUMMMM! SHOVE IT UP MY CUNT - MY CUNT - MY CUUUUUUNT!"

Then there were just incoherent moans from both of my newfound friends, as they seemed to have achieved that sublime summit of sexual pleasure, the simultaneous orgasm.

"Was that - was that good for you?" Ollie asked, turning his head to look at me a while later, still lying on top of his mega-hot, cum-covered girlfriend.

"Amazing, thanks. But it seems not as good as it was for you two."

"Yeah, we really enjoyed it," Cassie said, before licking some of my semen from around her red, oh-so-inviting lips. "Tasty cum, by the way."

"Thanks. Well, thank you so much for that incredible experience. You're an amazingly sexy couple. So I'll leave you in peace to..."

"Don't you want to watch me get fucked up the arse?" Cassie asked. It sounded incredibly sexy in her posh, schoolgirl voice. I momentarily did a double-take.

"I - well... I mean, of course, but I thought..."

"Oh, we're nowhere near done yet. I think Ollie's record was five fucks in one evening. I managed eight, if you count all three holes, but that was in a sex club and included a double penetration."

I was finding this hard to process.

"You did - what?"

"Yeah. It was hot!" Cassie enthused. "We all wore these soft, kinda bandit, masks to be anonymous, and I had my first girl-girl experience, which was amazing! And then I ended up being gang-banged, arse fucked, and double penetrated. Four fit guys fucked me, while Ollie fucked a really pretty blonde and then a Chinese girl who was up for anything and everything. It turned me on so much to watch my boyfriend fuck her arse while two guys were inside me at the same time!"

"Yeah, it was very hot, but exhausting," Ollie said, slowly climbing out from between his fiancée's slim thighs. "I mean, the people who go to these clubs can fuck for England. And the clubs are very fussy about who they let in. Everyone is vetted, and if you're not good-looking, you don't get invited. Several of the girls there that night were professional glamour models. I've seen at least one of them on a porn site."

I felt jealous. Even if Gwen had been up for it - and she definitely wouldn't have - neither of us was in the same league as Ollie or Cassie. Yeah, I was moderately fit, and Gwen was pretty, in a sort of girl-next-door sense, and we were happily married, but neither of us could have been on OnlyFans. It seemed that if you were fortunate enough to be drop-dead gorgeous, then there were all sorts of possibilities open to you.

My newfound exhibitionist friends were sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me. I realised that I was looking at two of the sexiest people I'd ever seen in the flesh. Had Gwen been alive, she'd definitely have fancied Ollie. He was a hunk, and I wasn't surprised that he'd signed up with a modelling agency. He had nicely styled hair - albeit slightly ruffled from his activity between Cassie's legs - piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones and that square jaw. His shoulders, pectorals, and arms all showed signs of persistent gym work, as did his flat stomach with the outline of a six-pack. I admired his slim hips, long, muscular legs, and above-average-sized uncut cock - long and thick. Compared with me, he was Adonis to my Mr. Bean.

But looking at Cassie made my recently-drained cock start to twitch and grow again. Her thick, dark hair and big brown eyes with their huge fake lashes, together with the bright red lipstick, made her look hot and sophisticated, while the large earrings and the choker with its diamante centre added an extra frisson. But it was what was going on below the neck that really blew my mind.

Cassie's tits, now fully revealed, were perfect, and seemingly natural after all. I could see no sign of enhancement, but they sat high on her chest, with long, chewable nipples and no sag at all. A narrow waist led down to hips that were just right - not skinny but not overly broad - a navel piercing, long legs in black stockings, and a delicious-looking, very wet and now open pussy, framed by suspenders. I could have devoured that pink meat for hours. The folds were not overly fleshy, nor overly demure. They were just wet and inviting. And she was sitting with her legs parted, completely unselfconsciously, so I could see the semen dribbling out of her freshly fucked little cunt, as she delighted in calling it. And glittering between her firm arse cheeks, a jewel-ended butt-plug. Perfect.

"Why don't you undress, Gavin? I'd like to see your body."

"There's not much to see," I replied. "I'm not - what do you say, 'buff'? - like Ollie."

"No, really. You're not overweight. You look slim. When I was being DPed at the club, there were two guys wanking over me. One of them was older, like you; slim but not skinny. It felt really pervy, and it helped me get off."

Reluctantly, I began removing my clothes.

"You know, you're a lot better looking than you think, Gavin. Now I'm going to get Ollie ready to fuck my arse. When he's up there, I want you to video it, and I want to watch you wanking off over me again. Would that be OK?"

Honestly, the whole evening was weird, exciting, and frustrating in equal measure. It was weird because I'd never been invited to anything like this before. It was exciting because watching Ollie and Cassie - especially Cassie - having uninhibited sex in front of me was thrilling. And frustrating because I longed to stick my cock somewhere inside Cassie, rather than in my hand, but couldn't. Yes, I guessed; it would be OK.

Cassie, on her spread knees by the bed, sucking Ollie's cock, slowly, wetly, drooling onto her breasts and the floor, looked dick-stiffeningly filthy. I could admire her fabulous tits as they picked up the occasional streaks of saliva, her hard, chewy nipples just begging to be sucked. Leaning the other way, I could see the jewelled butt-plug twinkling between her firm arse-cheeks as her wet and spread pussy glistened enticingly. Ollie's low moans as she took him deep - though not, I noticed, into her throat - gave voice to my own, suppressed, lustful murmurings.

There was a loud 'smack' noise as Cassie's mouth slid off the end of Ollie's cock; she's obviously been sucking hard. "Your turn," she said to him, getting up from the floor and climbing onto the bed. She spread her legs lasciviously in my direction, smiling at my expression, which must have betrayed my pent-up lust. Ollie knelt on the floor and blocked my view of Cassie's delicious pussy with his head, while his girlfriend palmed her breasts and pulled on her nipples. She moaned a lot.

Then, looking straight at me, she said, "Ollie, it's time. Fuck my arse. Fuck my fucking arse!" It sounded strange, but incredibly erotic, in her schoolgirl voice.

She turned around and bent over the bed, presenting her very fine buttocks to Ollie, who carefully removed the plug that had been nestling there, applied some more lube, and then positioned his well-lubed cock to the tight, puckered sphincter. I couldn't help myself; I got up and moved round to one side of this sexy couple to both video and get a better view of an incandescently hot babe being sodomised.

She moaned as Ollie's cock pushed through the hole and slid deeper. And as he started thrusting, she moaned.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh." I now realised what I'd overheard the night before: the sound of Cassie having a cock repeatedly driven up her arsehole. How the fuck was I going to last any length of time with this vista in front of me?

"Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuuck!" she moaned softly. "Christ, you're - you're so BIG in my arse! FUCK! Oh, you bastard, you're - stretching my tight - OOH! - tight little bum."

"I am, slut!" he crooned back. "Right up your slutty arse. Just like - like I shoved it - up your juicy little - CUNT!" He emphasised the last word with a hard, deep thrust into Cassie's bowels that made her shriek. I had to stop stroking my cock, because I was having so much difficulty in avoiding coming. Trying to keep the camera steady, I reached for a tissue, expecting a very rapid and full ejaculation was imminent.

Then Cassie moaned, "STOP!"

Ollie pulled back, but not out. The sight of that substantial cock, in profile, poised to reinvade Cassie's rectum almost tipped me over.

"I - I want to change - position. Let's do - let's do reverse cowgirl."

Ollie withdrew - Cassie gasped - and rapidly moved to sit on the edge of the bed, holding his glistening cock upright with one hand while dribbling some more lube on it with the other. And then she moved around in front of him, facing me, spread her long, stockinged legs on either side of his, and slowly lowered her arse onto his cock. I had to stop stroking, or that really would have been it. I bit my lip, wanting to hold on until I'd seen the rest of the show.

Cassie let out a low moan as she lowered herself again onto Ollie's cock, this time in the 'wrong hole'.

"Fuck, that's deep!" she gasped as her firm buttocks came to rest on Ollie's thighs. I closed my eyes because the sight of Cassie, thighs spread, pink, wet, recently-used and semen-leaking pussy wide open and a thick cock embedded deep in her arse, was too much for me. I wanted to time my ejaculation to match her orgasm; it seemed that having a guy spurt semen - possibly on her - while he was watching her get fucked or sodomised was part of the stimulation that helped her get off, but if I came too soon, it would spoil it for both of us.

I watched her, watching me, as she slowly lifted and lowered herself on Ollie's fat cock, resuming her "Uh! Uh! Uh!" moans as the pace picked up. Ollie's arm moved around her hip and started to rub her clit. Her cries increased in volume and pitch.

Then she leaned forward, looking at me, open-mouthed.

"Now - now, Gavin. Wank off for me. Come - come close. Right up - right up to - to my face."

I moved closer, looking into her eyes. Those big false eyelashes were fluttering, her eyes rolling.

"Fuck, I'm - I'm so - so fucking close!" she moaned. "Gavin, please - please wank yourself off for me!"

FUCKING HELL! I was about to blow my load, and was wondering where she wanted it, when...

She opened her hot red lips, leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth, and slid wetly down. Her tongue pressed and rubbed on the frenulum. At which point, I lost it completely. I released my cock, and my hand went down instinctively to her breast.

I can't speak for other guys, but coming in your hand or inside a rubber sheath rather takes the edge off an orgasm. The most thrilling place to cum is always somewhere hot and wet, such as a pussy. Or a mouth.

Fuck, that climax was so strong. Not only were the sensations of Cassie's tongue and lips on my cock quite overwhelming, but I'd been subjected to a level of erotic visual and aural stimulation that I'd never before encountered. As my cock luxuriated in the soft wetness of her mouth, pulsing and spurting, I could feel the vibrations of her own orgasmic moans in her throat.

Then her mouth released me, and she pushed me gently back, looking into the camera and extending her tongue to show a pool of semen - MY semen. I kept taking the video, just as Ollie started moaning, capturing Cassie writhing around on Ollie's cock as he slumped back, during and immediately post-orgasm. Then I switched to photo mode and snapped multiple images of Cassie, looking totally pornographic: spread legs, drooling pussy, stuffed arsehole, fabulous tits, semen dribbling from her mouth. I've rarely seen anything so filthily erotic, even online.

As Cassie sagged visibly, I put the phone down and slumped back into the armchair.

"Fuuuck! That was - that was so good!" Cassie moaned.

I was speechless.

"Did you - did you enjoy that, Gavin?" she asked with a broad grin.

"It was - it was amazing. I never expected..."

"To come in my mouth? Yeah, that was fun. I love it when a guy does that. Your cum tastes good."

"I - I wasn't supposed to touch..."

"Yeah, but I could choose to override that. And anyway, you managed to feel my tit when you were coming, and I didn't complain."

I was still coming down from - from, well, coming.

"I - I think I really - really should go now. You two have been - amazing. Thank you so much."

"No, thank you," Cassie replied. I noticed there were still some flecks of my semen on her gorgeous, sexy lips.

"Me? I - I did nothing but enjoy the spectacle - and the attention," I protested.

"Ah, but you provided an audience, which helped me get incredibly excited..."

"And she loves an audience," Ollie added.

"Yes, I do," Carrie continued. "And you videoed and took photos, so we have a record of what we did. Which is great. And Gavin, do you have an iPhone?"

"Yes."

"When you go back next door, in about half an hour, switch on AirDrop, set to 'Everyone for ten Minutes.' I'll send you some selections. Don't put them on the web. They'll be for your personal enjoyment."

About then, she gave a little shriek as Ollie's softened cock slipped out of her arse. She got up and looked down at her body. Semen was dribbling down her legs.

"Look at me! I'm a dirty little cum receptacle, with spunk in every hole! Fantastic!" She grinned impishly, then stepped across and kissed me. "I'm heading for the bathroom now to remove some of this before it starts to stick parts of me together. Thanks for joining us tonight, Gavin. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as we have. We're both pretty shagged out for one night, though we might have another go in the morning, after we've watched some of the video."

I watched her wiggle her way into the bathroom, still in stockings and shoes, looking so immensely fuckable that my overused cock began to swell again. I collected my clothes, put on just my jeans and shirt and, carrying the rest, made my way back to my room. Then I did something I never do; I raided the mini-bar, found an acceptable miniature of whisky and poured myself one, before sitting back and pondering on the crazy evening I'd just had.

Around 30 minutes later, my phone pinged, asking me if I'd accept an Airdrop of a large video file. Then another, and another, and then eight images. I looked at the pictures first, and my cock started growing again. Fuck, Cassie was gorgeous and about as horny-looking as any woman I'd seen, real, on porn sites or in AI. The videos were almost too much. I put in my earbuds because the moans and obscene cries that Cassie was making were pretty obvious.

And then I had to have my third wank of the evening.

Around six, I was awoken by the sound of the bed next door squeaking. Not the rhythmic banging on the wall of the previous morning, just the sounds of springs protesting. And a female voice, going "Uh! Uh! Uh!" and the occasional "Oh YES! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

I smiled. It was certainly better than an alarm clock.