Chapter 4

Mike’s Story

I can’t believe how fucking awesome the sex I just had with my gorgeous slut Mary was. I’ve still got a raging hard on. And it’s not over. She told me “anything” when I gave her the money and I’m gonna take her at her word. “Anything”. I bet she doesn’t expect what I’ve got planned. I told her to get dressed and reapply her makeup. I’ve got dressed too and now am waiting for her to come back from the bathroom.

I’ve removed the two strips of material holding the curtains back. Mary comes in and I tell her to lie on her back on the bed. She complies and I stretch her arms out and tie her wrists to the headboard. She’s restrained, and looks ravishing. I tell her to relax. That I’m going down to the hotel bar and have a drink. I’ll be back in half an hour. She wasn’t expecting that and looks worried. I said “Relax Mary. I need a brandy. I won’t be long”

I take a couple of photos of her on my phone and head out. Down in the bar I order a drink and survey the scene. In a booth at the end of the bar there’s a booth with three guys in their twenties chatting and laughing. I wander over and introduce myself and ask if I can join them. “Sure. Why not?” says the tall bearded one. “I’m Ted and these are my workmates Mitch and Brad” I sit with them and chat for a while before letting them know I have a proposition for them.

I explain about Mary the high class prostitute who had charged me $600 for the night. How I had already fucked her and she was magnificent. How she had told me I could do anything I wanted with her. How it occurred to me I could get some of my money back if I found some guys who’d be interested in a gangbang. I showed them the pics I took and explained she was upstairs restrained in my room and had no idea what I was up to. They could do “anything” they wanted. The guys were blown away at Mary’s looks and agreed to my offer of $50 each. We finished our drinks, went to the money machine in the lobby and they handed me the $150. We headed to the lift.

Chrissy’s Story So here I am pretending to be a high class prostitute called Mary, tied by my wrists to a headboard in a hotel room, trembling with fear and lust. I was just as scared earlier on tonight when I went to the Brunswick pub dressed like a whore and sat on my own just like my darling hubby Mike and I planned. I remember how those well dressed business women gave me withering looks and how the men couldn’t keep their eyes off me. How Mike brought me here and fucked me ‘til I squirted. Now he’s down in the hotel bar looking for some strange men willing to come up here and rape me. At least they will think they are raping me. They’ll never know about the games Mike and I play. That this is actually something I’ve fantasized about for years. God I’m so horny. My panties must be soaked through. I know Mike’s telling the guys he finds they can do “anything” to me. I’m nearly orgasmic at the thought. My heart is thumping, my imagination rampant, terrified and sexually excited beyond belief.