The click of her heels on the polished lobby was sharp and loud. Olivia’s heart was beating fast. Each step was a rebellion against the sensible woman she’d been for thirty-six years: a chartered accountant, a single mother. That woman was gone, replaced by this creature of impulse, walking towards her own undoing.
She was a voluptuous blonde, her short, styled hair a deliberate choice to feel sleek and powerful, but right now, she felt anything but. The silk top Marco had chosen clung too closely, its neckline plunging with a brazenness that made her feel exposed and electrified. The skirt was a strip of fabric, so short that the hotel’s cool air kissed her bare thighs. She was naked underneath, a buzzing secret that made her pulse flutter with equal parts panic and something far more dangerous. What if someone notices?
The thought rushed quickly into another, hotter one— What if they do?
For four months, Marco had been a voice in her ear, a phantom lover in the glow of her phone. Their shared, breathless sessions of masturbation were a desperate release from their lonely lives. He knew the sound of her climax but had never seen the flush on her cheeks. With her son on holiday with his father, this was her chance to be more than just ‘Mum.’
In their chats, Marco was always confident—carefully intelligent, casually dominant, a professor of neuroscience who understood the body in ways that made Olivia blush through a screen. Six feet tall and athletic, he had a presence she could feel even in text. He was also married. That thought sometimes weighed on her, though she’d long buried the guilt beneath months of conversations that left her trembling. His wife, he’d told her, worked long night shifts as a nurse, leaving him to fill the quiet hours with books, daydreams, and conversations with women who intrigued him the way Olivia did.
Then she saw him. Leaning against the bar, he was exactly as described: six feet of athletic confidence, his suit jacket unable to hide the powerful build of a man who lifted weights. As their eyes met, a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. It was the smile from their video calls, but magnified, a predator’s smile that said, I see you. All of you.
He closed the distance in a few strides. “Olivia,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. His fingers brushed the bare skin of her arm, sending a shockwave to her core. “You are… more exquisite than I imagined.” His eyes flickered down, taking in the deep V of her top, the swell of her breasts. He was assessing her, and in that moment, her last shred of self-consciousness vanished. She was the woman he had built in his mind, and she was here to claim her role.
“Sit here,” he commanded gently, patting the plush leather bench seat next to him rather than the chair across the table. “Next to me.” He then offered a naughty smile and added, “The best way to break the ice is to kiss.” He looked at her, that same playful curve still playing on his lips as he leaned in. She met him halfway, and the moment his lips brushed hers, her mouth opened instinctively. His tongue swept inside, exploring and claiming, while her eyes fluttered shut. Under the cover of the crisp white tablecloth, his hand found her thigh just below the hem of her skirt. He squeezed roughly, possessively, grounding her in the moment.
When they finally broke the kiss, the air between them felt thick and charged. “Did you find this place easily?” he asked, his voice slightly husky.
She cleared her throat, her face still flushed with heat. “Yeah. At this time, traffic isn’t bad coming this way.”
Marco’s gaze shifted slightly, a knowing glint entering his eyes. “Look to your left, Olivia. That young waiter… he fancies you.” He watched her reaction closely, his hand remaining heavy and warm on her leg. “He has been watching you intently since you walked in. He can’t take his eyes off you, particularly when we were kissing.” He leaned closer to her ear, his breath hot against her neck. “I don’t blame him. You look absolutely ravishing. Most men in this room are having a hard time keeping their eyes off you.”
His hand began to move again, sliding higher up her inner thigh, pushing the fabric of her skirt upward. He didn’t stop until his fingers brushed the heat between her legs. Finding her bare and wet as instructed, he groaned softly in approval. His fingers gently parted her folds, caressing her sensitive lips, drawing a breathy moan from her throat before he slowly withdrew his hand, leaving her aching for more. The fabric of her top did little to hide her erect nipples, a visible sign of the desperate, clenching heat building lower down.
The same young waiter turned and began making his way towards their table, menus in hand. Marco leaned in close, his voice a low rumble in her ear. “Pull your blouse down,” he commanded softly. “I want your nipples clearly visible to anyone standing right next to you.” Olivia hesitated, but Marco’s gaze was intense. “And tease him,” he added with a wicked smirk. “Maybe brush against his crotch.”
“Are you serious?” Olivia asked, her breath hitching slightly.
Marco’s expression didn’t waver. “Dead serious.”
As expected, the waiter arrived and positioned himself right beside Olivia. His eyes flickered downward, and there was no missing the fact that he could see everything. He held his gaze just a second longer than propriety allowed, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.
Marco glanced at the name tag pinned to the waiter’s chest. “Hello, Tom. Enjoying the view?” he asked, his tone dripping with playful amusement.
Tom cleared his throat, visibly flustered. “I… um, what would you like to order for drinks?”
Olivia shifted her arm. As she pretended to peruse the menu, she let her elbow drift, pressing it firmly against Tom’s crotch. She began to massage him with slow, deliberate movements, feeling him stiffen rapidly under her touch. “Do you have Merlot?” she asked, her voice surprisingly steady despite the chaos of sensations swirling around her.
She took a breath, her chest rising and falling, which only served to thrust her bare breasts even more prominently against the thin fabric of her blouse. The sight was clearly not lost on Tom, whose eyes were nearly bulging out of his head. “Yes,” he stammered, his eyes glued to her chest.
“A bottle of Merlot would be great,” Marco corrected smoothly, interjecting with a smirk.
“Of course,” Tom managed to squeak out before turning on his heel and practically fleeing toward the bar.
“Poor chap,” Marco chuckled, watching the waiter retreat. “He’s got a massive hardon.” Olivia smiled, shaking her head at Marco’s audacity. Then, Marco nodded downward. “Not unlike right here.”
Olivia’s eyes followed his gaze. Under the table, Marco’s cock was straining against the fabric of his trousers, the outline thick and undeniable. The sight sent a fresh jolt of electricity through her, the banter and the teasing suddenly feeling very, very real.
“See what you do to me?” Marco’s voice was a low growl, his eyes dark with lust as he glanced around the room. He took Olivia’s hand, guiding it down to press firmly against his crotch. “It’s getting a little uncomfortable in here. Think you can help a guy out ?”
A jolt of pure electricity arced through Olivia’s body, pulling a sharp, needy gasp from her throat. Her fingers trembled slightly as they traced the rigid length through the fabric. “Here?” she whispered, her gaze darting nervously around the dimly lit space.
Marco’s response was a low, guttural sound of approval as his hips shifted subtly into her touch, a silent command for more. “Right here.” He let go of her wrist, his confidence that she would obey absolute. “Take it out.”
Olivia complied. She unzipped him, her fingers deftly opening the top button of his trousers before slipping inside. Her hand, warm and determined, closed around his hard, hot flesh, pulling his cock free to stand proudly in the dim light.
A bead of precum already glistened at the tip. Olivia smeared it over his cock head with her thumb, her eyes fixed on his face, seeking his approval. His eyes were half-lidded, his expression one of expectant authority. “Enough teasing,” his voice whispered roughly. “Put your mouth on it.”
She bent down, her lips closed over the head of his cock, her tongue swirling as she took him into her mouth. She sucked him slowly, deliberately, a few times, savouring the salty taste and the way his body tensed beneath her, all while keeping an ear out for approaching footsteps.
His hands weren’t idle. They reached around, sliding up under her top to find her breasts. He squeezed, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading her tits as she worked him over with her mouth.
Olivia made sure his cock was slick with her saliva before she sat back up, the motion timed perfectly with the sound of a waiter’s voice from across the room. Never breaking her grip, she began to stroke him, her hand gliding smoothly up and down his rigid shaft, a silent, rhythmic promise of what was to come.
Tom arrived with a bottle of wine, his cheerful greeting dying in his throat as his eyes landed on Olivia’s hand, still working Marco’s cock beneath the table. He jolted, a splash of red wine arcing through the air to soak Olivia’s white top. The fabric clung to her skin, turning instantly translucent, the dark circles of her nipples and their hardened peaks shamelessly on display.
Marco didn’t miss a beat. “Please, help the lady, Tom,” he said, his voice a low, amused command.
Tom fumbled for a handful of napkins, his hands trembling as he dabbed at the stain on her chest. Olivia met his panicked gaze, a slow, seductive smile playing on her lips. With her free hand, she unbuttoned another button on her blouse, then another. “Don’t be shy,” she purred, pulling the wet fabric away, fully exposing her breasts. “Clean it properly,” she whispered, arching so his fingers brushed her nipples, which pebbled instantly at the contact.
After about 30 seconds, Marco’s voice cut through the waiter’s shock. “Tom, please send our food up to my room. Olivia is too horny now; she probably needs to be fucked.”
Olivia began to rise from her chair, and as she passed the stunned waiter, her hand brushed deliberately against his crotch, giving it a firm squeeze. “Make sure it’s you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “Come up quickly.”
As she and Marco walked towards the lifts, the air crackled with anticipation. The moment the elevator doors slid shut, they were on each other. Marco’s mouth crushed hers, his hands claiming her tits, squeezing and kneading as his other hand dipped between her legs to rub her clit through her dress. Olivia moaned into his mouth, her own hand finding his cock, stroking him in time with the frantic climb of the lift.
The doors opened on their floor, and they stumbled into the corridor, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. Marco fumbled with the key card impatiently. The second the door clicked open, he pushed Olivia inside, kicking it shut behind them. He shoved her to her knees, dropped his trousers, and stepped out of them. She eagerly took his cock into her mouth, sucking him deep, her head bobbing as she worked him with a desperate, hungry rhythm. He was throbbing, impossibly hard.
He yanked her up, tearing her clothes until only her heels remained. He shoved her onto the bed, and she went on all fours, arching her back. “God, yes, Marco,” she moaned. With a guttural groan, Marco grabbed her hips and drove into her to the hilt. He fucked her hard and deep, flesh slapping as he claimed her, each thrust a raw possession.
“This is what I had wanted for so long,” she cried out. “Being owned by you, stretched, taken.” A knock sounded on the open door.
Marco shouted to come in. Tom entered, startled by the scene. Marco slowed to a deliberate, teasing pace that made her ache. “Oh, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she panted.
Tom set the food tray down on the coffee table, his eyes wide.
”Come over here,” Marco commanded. Tom approached, his hard-on straining.
“Look at the poor boy’s face,” she teased. “He’s scared. And so turned on.”
Marco, ‘Don’t stand there. Feed the lady some cock. One is not enough for her’.
Olivia gestured with one finger to come closer. “He knows exactly what I need,” she purred. She unzipped Tom, smiling at his long cock. “Long and thin,” she murmured. “Perfect for going deep, isn’t it? A different kind of stretch.” She sucked Tom as Marco fucked her from behind.
Marco’s powerful thrusts drove her forward, pushing her mouth deeper onto Tom’s cock. The dual sensations of being filled from both ends were a dizzying, overwhelming pleasure.
She swirled her tongue around Tom’s silky head, her hand stroking his shaft in time with Marco’s rhythm. He came suddenly, a hot flood she took with a soft hum. As he shuddered and softened, she pulled back, giggling. “So eager. So sweet.” She licked him clean. “I’ll have to be very, very careful with this one.”
Marco pulled out, leaving her empty, and shoved his slick cock into her mouth. “Taste that, baby? That’s you. That’s how fucking ready you are,” he rasped. He told Tom, “Get her ready for us. Lick her pussy and ass.”
“Yes, get me ready for both of you,” she urged around Marco’s thick shaft.
Marco fucked her mouth in slow, deep strokes as Tom buried his tongue in her pussy. His tongue was tentative at first, lapping at her slick folds, but her moans spurred him on. He grew bolder, his mouth working her clit before circling her tight rim.
“That’s it, Tom,” Marco grunted, holding her head. “Get her ass nice and wet for me.”
Tom pushed a thumb into her ass, and she cried out, a muffled sound of pleasure.
Olivia pulled off Marco’s cock with a wet pop, gasping for air as saliva and precum glistened on her chin. “Oh, you’re a fast learner,” she panted, pulling back for a second. “That feels so fucking good.”
“I’ve called dibs on her ass,” Marco declared.
She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust. “You greedy bastard,” she moaned, her voice husky. “Of course you have. You want to ruin that tight little hole.”
Tom was hard again, his confidence surging. “I’ll gladly fuck her pussy,” he said, his voice no longer shaky. He pulled his thumb out and worked two fingers into her ass, stretching her carefully.
“Fuck yeah, stretch her open,” Marco commanded. “Get that little hole ready for my cock.”
“Don’t be gentle,” she begged, pushing back against Tom’s hand. “I want to feel it tomorrow.”
Tom obeyed, scissoring his fingers inside her, feeling her muscles relax and yield to his touch.
“Get on your back,” Marco commanded. “Let her ride you.”
“Showtime,” Olivia breathed. Tom lay back, and she straddled him, her legs spreading wide as she positioned her dripping pussy above his long, hard cock. She started to descend slowly, and they both groaned as he sank deep into her. “Fuck, you’re so long,” she gasped. “I can feel you so deep.”
Marco, stroking his cock, watched them. “Don’t get too comfortable. That’s just the appetiser.” He moved towards them as Tom paused. Marco drizzled lube on her ass, working his fingers in.
“Come on, Marco. Stop teasing,” she begged. “I know what you want. I know what I want.”
“Relax for me, baby. Gonna fill you up so good.” He positioned his cock at her ass. “Ready to be our little slut, Olivia? Ready to be filled in both holes?”
“Yes!” she cried, pushing back. “Fuck me! Both of you! Please, god, just fuck me already. I need to be full.”
With slow pressure, Marco pushed past her tight muscle.
Olivia cried out as pain bloomed into pleasure. “Yes! There it is! That burn! That stretch! Being opened so completely.”
Tom held still.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Marco grunted, pushing deeper. “You feel that, Tom? Feel me in her ass? Can you feel how full she is?”
She panted, “Fuck your perfect, willing slut. Love both your cocks inside me”. They found a rhythm, a relentless wave of sensation.
The room filled with their sounds. “Harder,” Olivia begged. “Fuck me harder! Break me. Ruin me. Make it so I can’t walk tomorrow.”
Marco grabbed her hips, slamming into her. “You want it harder? Take it!” he roared.
Olivia rode Tom’s thick shaft, her body swaying as Marco matched her rhythm from behind, driving his cock deep into her ass. The synchronized thrusts filled her completely, stretching her wide. They kept going for a long time, utterly lost in a haze of pure pleasure and overwhelming sensation.
“Yes, just like that,” she cried. “Take me. Use me. Own every inch of me.”
“Look at her,” Marco panted, his voice a low growl. “She’s taking it so well. Such a good girl. Are you gonna cum for us, Olivia? Are you gonna cum with two cocks inside you? I can feel how close you are. Your pussy is gripping me so tight, trying to milk me. Let go for us. Be a good little slut and soak our cocks. Show Tom how hard you can cum.”
His filthy words were her undoing. “You know exactly what to say to make me explode,” she gasped. Her body arched violently as her orgasm crashed, her holes clamping down on them both.
Sensing their impending release, Olivia pushed them over the edge with a breathy whisper. “Come on, fuckers,” she urged, her voice tight with her own lingering pleasure. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want to feel you both lose control. Tom, flood that greedy cunt, breed me. Marco, I want your hot load deep in my ass. Mark me inside and out. Now… explode for me.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Tom yelled, emptying inside her.
“I can feel you,” she moaned, clenching around him. “Hot and thick, marking me from the inside. Give me every last drop.”
“Me too,” Marco groaned, burying himself in her ass and filling her.
“Oh god, yes! Marco is filling me up!” she breathed, her voice trembling with pure filth. “I’m yours. I’m nothing but a cum-filled fucktoy for you two.”
They collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and ragged breaths. Marco and Tom pulled out, leaving Olivia feeling achingly empty and utterly satisfied. She lay between them, a languid, blissful smile on her face. “Well,” she sighed, stretching like a cat. “I think you two just broke me in the best possible way.”
Marco chuckled, propping his head up on his hand. “Broke you? I think you broke us. Look at him, he’s speechless.”
Tom, flushed and grinning, managed a weak nod. “I have no words.” He started to dress up fast to head back down.
Olivia laughed, a low, throaty sound. “Good. Good. That’s exactly how I like my men—drained, breathless, and completely spent in every way.” She turned her gaze to Marco, her eyes sparkling. “And as for you,” she purred, tracing a finger down his chest. “I hope you saved some energy. I’m not nearly done.”
Marco’s grin widened, a dangerous glint in his eye. He grabbed her wrist, bringing her finger to his lips for a slow, deliberate kiss. “Oh, I don’t think you’re in charge of deciding when we’re done, sweetheart. Now rest up. You’re going to need it.”n
