What She Wanted

Too scandalous to admit!

Pauline paused in her cleaning and looked out the window of the Royal Oak Hotel.  Crossing the street below were four well-built young men, talking to each other.  One of them, black-haired and blue-eyed, glanced up and caught her eye.  He grinned.  

Pauline felt a jolt; then, she flushed as the men waved to her.  They were all handsome in their own way, one with light hair and gentle features, another with brown hair and a cool, clean-cut demeanor.  Suddenly she pictured one of them picking her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.  In the fantasy, his friend moved in behind, sliding his hands along her thighs.  Imagine all of them, crowded around her, wanting her.

Pauline took a deep breath, backed up and leaned against the cool wall of the bathroom.  

“I can’t believe it’s been two months since Jason made love to me,” she thought to herself, sighing.  The mirror showed a curvaceous, petite woman with long auburn hair tied up in a loose bun.  Pauline pushed a tendril of hair out of her brown eyes.  She watched her full pink mouth form into a pout.

“It’s not like I’m unattractive,” she mused. 

They’d been together for six months, and at first the sex was magnificent.  He’d been an ardent lover, always wanting to please her.  She recalled weeks of passionate nights and days, the feel his hot hardness pushing into her endlessly . . . well, it seemed like it would be endless, anyway.

But at the three-month mark, Jason petered out.  They’d moved into TV phase.  Rather than going out all the time, they cuddled together on the couch watching movies.  At first these nights ended up in sex.  But after a while, his libido dropped.

Pauline tried wearing lingerie, trying to spice up their relationship.  There were awkward moments when she climbed into bed all sexy and delicious, only to have him run his hand down her back, kiss her on the cheek, and turn over to fall asleep.

Thinking about it now, Pauline felt furious.  Why was she putting up with this?  

She made up her mind to deal with it once and for all.  She pulled out her phone and checked – no texts from him today.  “After I get this room finished,” she thought, “I’ll message him.”  

She took another look at the cute girl in the mirror and made a determined face.

“You deserve to have your needs met,” she said, and smiled.

Rubbing at the bathroom counter with a cloth, Pauline thought again of the four men.  She glanced out the window, but they were nowhere to be seen.  They were the perfect kind of man, she decided – average height, built nicely.  Strong shoulders, easy tapering arms, capable fingers.  They must be in construction; they were muscular, with the confidence of builders.  

Again, an image of all four men swarming her came unbidden into her mind.  A hot flush spread from her head down her front, shooting like an arrow to her loins.  Eight hands moving all over her breasts, her waist, her bottom, her legs.

Taking her cleaning supplies, Pauline walked into the main room of the hotel suite.  Just then, a boisterous noise occurred in the hallway – a burst of male laughter.  The door was pushed ajar.  Four young men walked in, bypassing Pauline’s cleaning cart.

She gasped, and dropped her entire armful of cleaning supplies.  They all exploded in another wave of warm laughter.  

“Did we disturb you?” said the black-haired one who had grinned at her from the street. He stepped closer and checked her name tag. “Pauline?”

She smelled his clean, raw male scent when he bent slightly towards her.

“You surprised me!” she said, her heart pounding.  She felt a blush rising in her cheeks. “I’ll clean up this mess, just give me a second.”

“No, let us do it!” said the light-haired one, and they all came forward at once.

“Amos, you’re always the gentleman,” said the black-haired one.

“Thanks, Jack – but you make it so easy by breaking the ice.”

Pauline looked down at the four men as they knelt down, picking up the bottles of cleaning fluid.  Jack looked up and caught her eye, smiling again.  It was irresistible.  Her eyes flicked to the door, which remained slightly open.

Holding her gaze, Jack stood up. In a few strides, he swiftly closed the door.  

Could this be happening?  Pauline’s breath came faster as Jack, knowing what she wanted, knelt down.  Sure enough, she felt a warm hand slide up her calf.  She sighed; she couldn’t help it.  His smooth touch, like his smile, made her melt.  

Everyone heard her sigh.  Only Jack kept his head down, now touching both her legs up to the knees, while his kisses travelled up her shins.  The others looked up and saw Pauline close her eyes in a flood of erotic desire.  

“Well, okay,” said Amos, smiling.  He bent forward and lightly ran his lips along the side of her neck.  He smelled delicious, clean and spicy.  His fingers tickled the length of her arm and her longing rose up to meet him.

Then she felt the other two men stand up.  One of them came behind her and caressed her waist, while the other stood beside her. She felt his hard-on through his pants, and instinctively her hand reached out and rubbed along the pulsing shaft.

“I’m Clayton,” he whispered. 

“Hi,” she said.  He had brown hair and magnetic blue eyes; his breath smelled like mint.

The one behind her slid his hands around to her breasts, murmuring in her ear: “I’m Robert.”  He was the cool one; no wonder he’d started out behind her.  Cool men were always a bit shy.

Pauline took a deep breath as Robert’s sure hands started to remove her bra.  Jack undid the buttons of her blouse, and her beautiful warm breasts spilled out as they pulled it off.  Her nipples were dark pinkish brown, and hard.  She didn’t know who bent down first, but suddenly there were tongues all over her breasts, swirling around her nipples and flicking them, while so many hands slid along her skin.  They moved up her thighs and slid her panties down underneath her skirt.  There were fingers tickling her arms and hands, stroking her neck, sliding along her waist, undoing the zipper of her skirt.

As two of the men sucked on her breast, Pauline felt the others open her legs.  She let them carry her weight, and gave herself over to the sensation of two hot mouths licking and nuzzling the insides of her thighs. Slowly they stroked up towards her pussy.

Pauline spread her legs wider; she couldn’t stand it.  Robert helped Jack slide off her skirt, and they laid her on the hotel bed.  It was just as she’d imagined by the window – they swarmed around her, running their fingers and tongues up and down her whole body.  Her loins ached.

Clayton finally touched her as Jack and Robert kissed her legs.  Amos lay by her side, lightly drawing his hands up and down her arms, nuzzling her neck.  She melted, opening her legs, as Clayton stroked her gently.  Two of his fingers moved up to her clit and softly began to massage in a circle.  As the first waves of orgasm started to spread over her, she turned her face to Amos and opened her mouth to him, feeling his gentle tongue touch hers.  Clayton’s fingers continued their magic, sliding slowly in between her labia, making her slick with wetness, and then coming back up to fondle her clitoris until she was pulsing and hard.  

“Please,” she said out of nowhere, so Clayton’s fingers moved faster.  She let her knees fall open completely, and felt one of the men – it was Robert, looking down at her with a fiery desire that belied his initial coolness – slide his hardness very slowly inside her.

Amos kissed her deeply, his fingers entangled in the hair behind her ears.  Every squeeze of his hand connected with Clayton’s expert touch on her pussy; Jack held her legs open for Robert, and Pauline felt him running his mouth over the insteps of her feet and all along her ankles.  Now, she gave herself over to the hot stroking of Robert’s cock in and out of her.  

Panting, she reached out both of her hands and found two hard penises waiting to be stroked.  She gripped and stroked them, as Robert thrust into her, fast and hard.  Clayton’s fingers rubbed her clit faster and faster, and she exploded in a full-body orgasm.  

She clutched with both hands around Amos’s neck, kissing him as Robert pushed into her and took his orgasm with a satisfied groan.  It felt so amazing to have four mouths all over her, eight hands running over her curves.  

“I want more,” she murmured, half-opening her eyes.  Relieved, she saw Jack positioning himself so he could have sex with her.  His penis was large and throbbing.  He took her legs and placed them together, at a right angle to his body.

“Clayton, come over here,” said Jack.  He opened her buttocks and slid his hand in between, making her wet all over her cunt and ass.  Clayton made eye contact with Pauline and winked, leaving her side.

In sync, both Jack and Clayton began to penetrate her.  First Jack slid into her pussy, and pulled out slowly, making her sigh and shudder.  It felt good this way, lying on her side.  Robert was now focussing on licking and sucking her breasts.  Amos was the best kisser she’d ever had.  She’d completely forgotten about her boyfriend Jason. Clayton ran his fingers gently around her ass and slipped them inside; it felt like heaven at the same time as Jack slid in and out of her.  Then Clayton very slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside her bum.  

Pauline gasped.

“Relax, darling,” said Clayton, holding still and stroking her buttocks until she quivered and went limp.  Then he pushed deeper in, and it felt incredible.  Two long, hot, hard cocks slid into her, making her pant and scream, while her hand pumped smoothly back and forth on Amos’s cock, hearing his fast breathing in her ear.  

Then Amos knelt and she took his penis between her lips, rubbing her tongue along its underside.  He began to slide back and forth in her mouth, faster and faster while she sucked. 

“You’re good at this,” Amos smiled.  Then he gently cupped her chin and slid his hands into her hair, guiding her head back and forth on his cock.   She felt him come in her throat, and swallowed his semen.  

Every time Jack and Clayton thrust into her, she moaned deeply.  Her auburn hair, now undone, tumbled over her narrow shoulders, and her golden skin crawled with desire.  Robert could barely get a hold of her nipples with his mouth, but was running his fingers all over her flat stomach and hips while his friends took their pleasure.  Clayton came, too, spreading warmth all over her bum, whispering, “You’re so tight and sweet!”

Jack lifted her left leg straight in the air and plunged into her wet, slippery hole again and again. “He’s right, you’re sexy, Pauline,” he panted.

“It feels so good,” she moaned in reply, “Thank you, thank you.”  Now Jason came back into her mind, but in a vague way.  She only knew she needed to text him and tell him it was over.  I have four boyfriends now, she giggled to herself inside her mind.

As tingles spread inside her belly and outward to every part of her skin, Jack slid his hardness deep into her and came, pulling out and spraying all over her light brown belly with its dark little navel and soft line of hair.  

For a moment, the guys were satisfied.  They flopped on the bed all around Pauline and looked at each other, sighing and chuckling.  Then, they feasted their eyes on her while she lay curled up and smiling shyly in their midst.  Ever the gentleman, Amos had gotten a towel and was carefully wiping the semen away from her taut belly, her curved hips.  She giggled softly; her cheeks and mouth were a deep pink.

“The funny thing is,” drawled Clayton, sitting in a nearby chair, “I could do that all over again.”

Pauline said nothing and closed her eyes, hoping it might be true.  She’d gone without sex for so long, and never had she been cherished in bed like this afternoon.  Her breasts and loins tingled at the idea of more sex play.  From under her eyelashes, she watched the guys look at each other, then out at the still-light sky.  

“I still haven’t had you, not really,” Amos said lightly.

“That’s right,” said Pauline, sharing a smile with him.  He’d felt good inside her mouth – why not between her legs?

 “I need something to drink,” said Jack, going to the kitchen.  He brought back beers and the guys all took one.

Pauline rose to use the bathroom.  

“Do you know you have two beautiful dimples in the small of your back?” called Clayton from the chair.

“I’ve never been told that,” she smirked, at the doorway.

“I’m going to put my tongue there later,” he said.

“I get the other one!” Jack said.

Just as she closed the bathroom door, Robert barred the way, looking down at her with a twinkle in his cool blue eyes.  

“I’m waiting my turn,” he teased.  Then, wedging his foot in the door, he let her go to the washroom.  A second later, he stepped in.  Jack, Amos and Clayton advanced, too.

“A line-up to the washroom!?” joked Clayton. “For this, I can wait!”

Pauline, facing the wall and straddling the toilet, watched in the mirror as they lined up behind her.  One by one, they took turns thrusting into her from behind, until she felt as if her legs would buckle.  

“I like it, I like it,” she heard herself breathing over and over again.  Her g-spot was on fire with a feeling that shot all the way up to her mouth.  She wanted it never to end.

Amos was last, and she could tell he’d been biding his time because he liked her most. But when it was his turn, she was starting to feel exhausted.  

“I’m sorry, I’m not much good now,” she said, sitting down on the toilet. “All tuckered out!”

“Part of my original plan,” teased Amos kindly, picking her up so that her legs went round his waist and her arms clung to his neck.  She felt safe in his strong arms.

He took her to the bed and laid her down on her back, spreading her legs open.  Jack, Robert and Clayton stood around the bed as Amos licked Pauline’s pussy slowly up and down. 

He wasn’t taking no for an answer.  He ran his tongue down into her tunnel and then up to her clit, circling around it carefully.  She shuddered slowly; the guys cheered.  Amos swirled his tongue around and around her clit as her legs opened wider.  He licked her deep inside, and back and forth on that little magic button.  The guys went crazy as she writhed until, with a huge shudder, she pushed her cunt up to Amos’s face.  Her clit went as hard as a bullet.  Screaming, she bucked against Amos’s mouth again and again, eventually pulling away with a jerk.

He quickly mounted and slid inside her.  For Pauline, he was the best yet; his cock was the perfect fit.  She responded to him as he pushed in and out, gripping her ass with one hand and her breast with the other.  Her hips rose to meet him, until he grabbed her shoulders and thrust hard into her with his orgasm.

“Mm,” Pauline sighed happily. 

Then she pulled out her phone to text Jason.