How about some "Room Service"?

The two staggered to the elevator and to their room. Brad was all over Sarah as soon as the door closed. He helped her out of her outfit, pawing at her tits as she peeled the material from her lithe form. He laid her on the bed and admired her naked body sprawled and waiting for him. She looked at him with waiting expectation, secretly hoping that he would be quick about it. She really wanted to go downstairs again. Brad sat on the bed, idly stroking her tits, when he picked up the phone. He punched a few numbers and waited as he continued stroking Sarah’s nipples. She looked at him, questioning his actions. Then she heard him ask for room service; he ordered a cheese and cracker tray, along with a bottle of champagne.

Sarah suddenly surmised that maybe she was wrong about Brad. This wasn’t going to be a ‘quickie’ night. She relaxed into the bed, now ready for some serious play. She accepted Brad’s heated kiss, searching out his tongue with hers. The tongues danced together entangling themselves as the two embraced. Brad suddenly broke the kiss to remove his tie. “I wanna play,” he breathed, grabbing Sarah’s hands, raising them above her head. He took the tie and tied her wrists together, to the headboard. Sarah, surprised by Brad’s apparently sudden sobriety, watched as he reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out the leather blindfold. “Not again,” Sarah thought as Brad looked adoringly into her eyes before covering them. She wasn’t sure if she could take another night of the **** he put her through before. She wasn’t sure if her **** hazed brain could handle it, even though her body tingled with excitement, telling her to go with the flow. It didn’t seem, however, that Brad intended on binding her legs.

Sarah felt Brad’s hands lightly brush across her sensitive flesh, making her jut her tits out. He purposefully teased her flesh, making her want his contact even more. The reverie was broke by a knock on the door. “Room Service,” she heard announced from behind the door.

Brad rose from the bed. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” Where was she to go, she thought. Sarah listened as Brad crossed the room and opened the door. It suddenly occurred to her that anyone standing in the doorway would be able to see her naked body tied to the bed. Now she panicked, wondering what was going on. She didn’t hear anything else, yet she was afraid to call Brad’s name, fearful that would draw attention to her, if by chance whomever was at the door, didn’t see her. She remained still and silent, listening for any sounds in the room. Then she heard something being placed next to her on the bedside table. She figured it was the champagne and cheese.

“I’ve got to fill the bucket with ice,” Brad said, as scripted from Mark’s instructions. “I’ll be back in a bit.” Brad had a single tear running down his face as he turned to leave his wife, knowing that his life would never be the same after tonight. He read the note sent with the champagne and cheese. It said to meet in the coffee shop, and follow the directions from that point. So Brad left the room and headed to the elevator, looking around for someone to enter his room. He entered the descending elevator, spotting no one.

Mark exited from the room next door with a bucket of ice, a bulging black pouch, and a video camera mounted on a tripod. He entered Brad and Sarah’s room and closed the door, putting the do not disturb sign on the outer handle. He grinned from ear to ear, looking at the naked beauty in her raw flesh, able to reach out and touch her, but waiting to do so. He set up the camera and positioned it onto the bed.

“Brad?” Sarah asked, feeling somewhat uneasy about the situation.

All she heard was a chilling, “Ssssshhh,” followed by the sound of a popping cork. Moments later a bottle was pressed to her lips. Sarah allowed a mouthful of champagne to be poured in before gurgling, to signify stop pouring. Mark intentionally let a little drip down her chin onto her neck, watching her carefully swallow the bubbly liquid. Sarah felt the bed sink as, who she thought was Brad, sit next to her. Fingertips, once again, lightly brushed across her hardened nipples, teasing them into harder puckered nubs. She cooed, and trembled at the fleeting touches. A cube of cheese was then pressed to her mouth, followed by the bottle once again. This time was messier, as more of the champagne dribbled out of her mouth, down the side of her cheek. Sarah noticed something different. She couldn’t figure it out, her logic clouded by the ****. She breathed in heavily, filling her lungs, when she figured it out. The smell! Whoever was next to her was wearing cologne. She had smelled it before, but she couldn’t figure out where. One thing for certain, it wasn’t Brad. Unless … unless Brad just put some on. She had to know. “Brad?”

Again the chilling “Ssssh,” filled her ears. She couldn’t distinguish the voice. She felt another cube of cheese pressed to her mouth. Sarah wanted to object. She didn’t like the way this was turning out. She didn’t know if it was Brad, and if not; where was Brad, and who was the person on the bed? Was Brad in the room watching? Was he out in the hallway waiting? She wanted to hear Brad’s voice. This is what had been consuming her mind for the past three days. Sarah realized she was beginning a descent into wild perversions, allowing this to progress, her naked body on display. His rough hands scraped along her sensitive flesh as they electrified every inch of flesh.

Mark stopped momentarily and reached into his black pouch and retrieved a duplicate ten inch dildo to the one Sarah had hidden in her drawer. Mark poured some champagne into a glass and dipped the head into the bubbling wine. He pressed the fake phallus to Sarah’s lips. She parted her lips reflexively, tasting the sweet liquid, finding her mouth suddenly filled with a hard cock. Once the taste of the champagne disappeared, Sarah realized she had a dildo pressed in her mouth. The rubbery taste was unmistakable. It didn’t matter though. Sarah was getting into the foreplay, slurping the cock as it went in and out between her lips. She was getting it nice and wet for her pussy, where she knew it would end up. Sure enough, when the long hard cock pulled out of her mouth, it was pressed against her waiting pussy lips. Sarah willingly spread her legs, granting the unknown person, and the phony dick, easier access. She moaned as her pussy welcomed the invading prod. She twisted about on the bed as the dildo eased excruciatingly slowly through her canal, until it was finally fully enveloped by her warm, wet glove.

Mark reached into the black pouch and pulled out another fake cock, a little longer and thicker than the one in Sarah’s pussy right now. Sarah was humming as Mark slowly sawed the dildo in her pussy in and out, not knowing about the twelve inch long, three inch thick vibrator he just produced. Mark swirled the new cock in the glass he had poured earlier. He pulled it out and let the excess drip onto Sarah’s face, until the drops were falling upon her lips. Sarah licked the droplets from her lips as they drizzled onto her. Mark dipped into the glass again, moving the dripping cock over her heaving tits, watching the tiny drops fall upon each nipple; the contrast puckered the nubs. Mark moved the cock over her lips again. This time Sarah opened her mouth, giving her lover a wider target to let the drops fall into.

Sarah felt the tickle of the drops onto her skin. She could feel her nipples crinkle as the droplets landed on each tit. Her body was being bombarded with erotic signals as the cock in her pussy was still pumping at a deliberately slow pace. Sarah felt the droplets falling move towards her mouth again. She wanted to capture as much as she could this time, to quench her parched throat. She opened her mouth. All she could do was grunt as another hard cock was pressed into her mouth. She now had two cocks, one in her mouth, and one in her clenching cunny. Being bound, there wasn’t much Sarah could do, but go with the flow. She sucked on the fat cock in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as the long shaft was sliding in and out, over her tongue.

Sarah could only think about the two cocks assaulting her body, giving up on trying to figure out if it was Brad, or someone else, doing this to her. The only thing that mattered to Sarah now, was enjoying the sensations as she relented to the perversions of her playmate. She was panting more heavily as the cock pummeling her pussy increased in tempo, causing her twitches and tremors to occur more frequently with increasing intensity. Her quest for orgasmic bliss was interrupted when both cocks were pulled from her gaping holes, leaving her on the brink, almost begging for release. “Please,” she whimpered, hoping it would resume. Several seconds later, Sarah felt the familiar knob pressing against her pussy. She held her breath as the slick probe entered once again. Sarah twitched as she felt her muscles stretch a little wider; at the same instant, she felt a wet cock pressed to her lips. By the time Sarah resumed sucking the cock, she realized the cocks had been switched, as her tart fluids settled on her taste buds. She felt so wicked, this being the first time she had ever sucked a cock that had just fucked her pussy. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t real; to her, it was. She quickly grew accustomed to the taste as she hungrily gulped the shaft looking for more. Meanwhile her pussy was stretching around the new cock, fitting like a new glove. She let out a muffled grunt around the cock in her mouth as the bigger cock in her pussy pressed against her cervix. Rather than go in and out, the two cocks twisted back and forth as they pressed insistently deeper. Sarah could feel her pussy leaking copious amounts of fluid as the twisting prick lubricated the lips sucking the fat prick in.

Sarah felt as if the big cock was in the pit of her stomach, when suddenly she growled around the one stuffing her mouth. Her pussy was vibrating; rather, the cock in her pussy was vibrating, sending ripples of waves through her body, originating from her inner core. The unrelenting waves were building as Sarah’s ass began twitching uncontrollably. She could feel her waters rushing to the scene, flooding her pussy, and intensifying the effect. The stimulus was too great, overloading her circuitry, and Sarah exploded, thrashing wildly about the bed. Her legs were flailing, yet the man above her ensured neither cock escaped. Sarah was dizzy from the exertion. After, what seemed like an eternity, the vibrations in her pussy slowed to a gentle hum, giving Sarah the opportunity to float back to shore. The cock buried in her throat was removed, allowing Sarah the capability to resume a natural breathing rhythm.

Mark took the ten inch dildo and placed it into Sarah’s bound hands, guiding her hands to hold onto the shaft as the one in her pussy continued to hum a gentle tune. He reached into the black bag for the third time, fumbling around until he pulled out a slim, bullet shaped, and shining silver vibrator. He looked at Sarah’s reflection in the shaft of the six inch tool as he moved between her legs. He took hold of the red knob at the base of the cock buried in Sarah’s twat and tugged lightly. He silently chuckled as the pussy lips clung to the shaft, unwilling to release its captive. Her slick juices were the only thing preventing Mark from pulling the shaft out almost all the way. He left the bulbous head of the singing dick just inside the wet opening before pushing the entire length back in. Mark repeated the tortuous teasing, moving the cock steadily but slowly, seeing her womanly liquids coating the thick shaft. Every time he pulled the shaft out, more and more of Sarah’s pool of cum seeped out. Every time he pushed the shaft back in, the liquid on the stick was wiped off by the squeegee action of her clamping lips. All the excess fluids started trickling down between her ass cheeks.

Sarah was moaning and mumbling incomprehensible words as the cock began to piston like a well-oiled machine. The gentle humming of the cock was an added bonus. Sarah couldn’t believe how wet she was, loving every second of the glorious fuck she was getting. She gripped tightly to the cock in her hands, squeezing it as if she were milking a real cock. She felt whoever it was on the bed, move her feet up, and **** her knees wider apart. Sarah felt herself open up, yet she had a tighter grip on the cock as it plunged deeply. It was buried all the way in her well-stretched opening when it started buzzing faster. Sarah squealed as her cervix was tickled by the buzzing tip of the cock. Sarah was pushing back against the cock as she started to feel her body twitching again. Then, out of nowhere, she screamed, “Oh my God,” as she felt a smooth slender probe press against her sphincter. The pussy juice covering the hole provided plenty of lubrication for the silver bullet to easily slip past her tight rings.

Mark had the slim tool buried to its full length within a minute. Once it was in, he turned off the vibrator in Sarah’s pussy and watched her contorted face as she repeatedly cried out, “Oh my God, Oh my God, ohmigod, ohmigod …” She couldn’t catch her breath as she struggled to adapt to the new sensation of two cocks; this time one in her twat, the other in her ass. She had never had anything up there before, other than her doctor’s finger, and that always grossed her out. However, now with a fat cock in her pussy, the long slender probe felt sensationally erotic. She could feel the two members pressing together, and she was grateful that the pussy poker stopped buzzing, giving her a chance to get accustomed to the fullness. However, her reprieve was short lived as the poker in her ass began buzzing, sending electrical shockwaves through her body via an entirely new network of nerve endings. To make matters worse, the vibrating shaft in her ass was causing the cock in her pussy to bounce, sending additional currents back through her cervix.

Sarah was trouncing about on the bed as her body shook from the tremors erupting. The torment was multiplied as the two shafts alternated their buzzing. The one in her ass stopped, as the one in her cunt started back up. Her ass was bouncing off the bed as the two cocks continued their ****. She was rolled over, her belly heaving into the mattress, still gripping the original cock with her hands, when the two cocks were kicked into overdrive. The sound of a ripping chainsaw filled the room as the two vibrating dildos buzzed against each other, separated only by the thin membrane of female flesh. Every nerve ending sparked as Sarah convulsed from the electrical overload once more. She screamed into the pillow to muffle her cries as the beads of sweat poured out of every pore. Sarah continued screaming, riding the never ending waves of pleasure until her throat was sore; her voice hoarse and raspy. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. In between every gasp of air, trying to fill the displaced lungs, she cried out, “Aww FUCK!”

While she was in the throes of her multiple climaxes, Mark left Sarah scrambling about the bed with the dildos entrapped within her two holes. He went to the black bag one last time and pulled out an evil looking device. It looked like a devil’s triton. The red, three pronged spear had a fourteen inch long, four inch thick cock as the middle prong. There was a devil’s face carved in the red plastic where the cock head would normally be, and he had an evil smile on his face. One of the outer prongs had a nine inch cock that was two and a half inches thick. The third prong was a flattened extension, about four inches long and two inches wide that curled in towards the long cock. It almost looked like a long fat tongue. He laid it next to the bed and quickly removed the two vibrating cocks. Sarah exploded once more as a loud, “POP,” filled the room.

Sarah had lost her grip on the fake cock in her hand, losing it somewhere on the bed as she bounced around, now without any of her toys. She continued writhing for several long minutes before she could begin to calm down. As she was struggling to get herself under control, she was rolled onto her back once more as the loving hands caressed her heaving belly. They softly wandered over her body, purposefully ignoring her sensitive spots. Then the familiar, hard, ten inch cock was put back into her hands. She wondered what else was in store for her, and if she could handle it. She was about to find out as one of her hands was pulled away from the rubbery shaft and wrapped around the smooth, buttery shaft of the vibrator that had been up her ass. She could feel the slick substance on the otherwise smooth, hard, rod as it began to vibrate slowly within her grip. Sarah, now holding a cock in each of her hands, then had the twelve inch snake pressed to her lips. She offered little resistance to the hard cock, coated with even more of her syrup than the previous one. Sarah was in a completely different world as she suckled on the fatter cock, caked with her fluids. She was not surprised when the cock in her mouth started vibrating, tickling her tongue and throat as it slid down. She was oblivious to everything except the pleasure and the three cocks. She had almost ten inches of the fat, juicy prick contained in her mouth without any support from her partner. Using her tongue and her throat muscles she eased the cock in and out on her own, letting it fall into her throat from gravity.

Mark grabbed the triton and moved back into position holding the contraption by its handle. He was ecstatic watching Sarah throat the vibrating cock without any of his assistance. He was also amused to watch Sarah willingly spread her legs wide when he climbed back onto the bed between her legs. The fact was that Sarah wasn’t even conscious of her body’s reaction to the shifting weight on the bed. Her body automatically assumed that if someone was between her legs, she ought to prepare to be fucked. Mark took one last look at the imaginative device before putting it to work.

Sarah was vaguely aware of another knobby prod being pushed against her abused hole. For some reason she felt herself being pushed by the bulbous tip, rather than suck it in. She pushed back as she held her breath, rolling her eyes back in her head as the tennis ball sized tip pushed its way in, stretching her hole enormously wide. She screamed in pain, only resulting in having the cock in her mouth slip further down her wind pipes. Sarah bucked through an orgasm, right there on the spot as the pain slowly ebbed. Slowly, inch by inch, the ultra fat fucker pushed further and further into the vacuum of the suctioning hole. Sarah was about to pass out, no longer able to breathe around the cock in her mouth. She was relieved when the vibrating shaft was pulled out. However, the still buzzing stick was wedged between Sarah’s breasts, its fat head just below her chin. Her chest was buzzing, driving her delirious, but at least she could breathe, barely able to grunt. The fat fuck stick was halfway up her gut when she felt another fucking prod at her ass again. Too wet and too tired to fight it, Sarah concentrated on relaxing as the head of that fuck stick popped in, just as the one in her overly stretched cunt wedged itself deeper. All Sarah could see in her world of blackness was stars shooting by her as the tiny supernovas exploded in bright bursts of light. As each explosion rocked her body, the two cocks sunk simultaneously deeper. Every time Sarah was sure she couldn’t take any more, her body would explode and the two cocks would sink another inch deeper, until Sarah felt something pressing against her sopping wet slit. She wriggled to and fro, trying to figure out what was pressing against her slit, managing to sink the triad to its hilt. Sarah could feel her swollen pussy lips surround the flat object as its pointed tip came to rest on her swollen and exposed clit; the obscenely long, fat cock in her pussy was wedged beneath her ribcage; and the cock in her ass was clear up into her intestines.

Mark was beside himself, totally surprised that Sarah was able to take the huge monster on its first use. He wasn’t going to lose the opportunity though as he moved a sliding knob on the handle. He watched Sarah’s face turn pale as the three prongs all began to vibrate. Sarah’s jaw dropped open, but no words came out as the tingling sensation took over every part of her body. The slim dildo in her hand was vibrating; the twelve inch cock between her tits was vibrating; the cock in her ass was buzzing against the telephone pole in her pussy, which was vibrating, along with the fat tongue on her clit also happily humming.

Sarah shot into another orbit, sinking into a black hole as her body reached the highest plateau imaginable. Then the unthinkable happened. Mark moved another slider along the handle and the three prongs began gyrating, wriggling, and worming around in their respective channels. That was all Sarah could handle. She rocketed clear out of the black hole into a totally new universe, leaving everything behind her in a cloud of meteoric dust. She wasn’t even aware that her body had lost all control and was pissing rivers of non-ending cum. It was oozing out of the tight seal as the cocks twisted and turned, stretching the holes even wider. The comforter couldn’t keep up the pace of absorbing the liquid fast enough, as it began pooling under Sarah’s ass. She was lost in a new world, seemingly never able to return. Mark pulled on the triton, working it out of the gaping holes. He could see Sarah’s thumb sized clit still throbbing as the wriggling tongue worked free. By the time the ass cock plopped free, Sarah’s ass remained gapingly wide open, seemingly waiting for something else to plug the hole. He continued pulling until the fist sized devil head came free, smiling wickedly, coated in thick viscous liquid. Again, a loud, “POP,” filled the room as Sarah screamed. Hyperventilating, she passed out!

Mark stood above the comatose, naked neighbor and finally pulled out his cock. He knelt between Sarah’s splayed legs, staring at the obscenely wide holes and jerked on his prized pecker. Within seconds he dumped nearly a gallon of cum onto the comforter, just below Sarah’s crotch, to mix in with her cum already pooled there. He could have taken her, but he wanted more than that. He wanted her to give herself to him … along with all the other men he had planned for her, once she took the plunge.

Mark gathered up the toys and returned them to the black satchel. He watched as Sarah lay there peacefully, totally fucked, and passed out. He gathered his camera and returned to his room.

Meanwhile, down in the coffee shop …