Domination Games I

A Tale of Two Beautiful & Sexy Mistresses

The receptionist looked coldly at their rucksacks and rain gear.

“Yes, we have one double room available. One hundred and eighty marks a night. Payment in advance.”

Even though it was almost mid-September there were a lot of visitors around and Derek and John had failed to find accommodation in any of the cheaper hotels. So, tired and wet, they eventually found themselves in the swank lobby of the Adler in Koblenz’s Mulderstrasse as darkness fell. Luckily, the Adler accepted travelers’ cheques.

“What I need now is a long, hot bath,” Derek sighed as they stepped into the lift.

Later, as they carefully chose a meal from one of the hotel menus, John joked. “We’ll have to go on bread and water for the next few days.”

The rest of the diners looked an ordinary lot, except for two women, dressed in expensive, body-hugging sweaters and slacks, which stood out – literally – from the rest. They had the sort of self-confident urbanity that goes with money. And the sort of mature figures that promise hours of pneumatic bliss. As he eyed them, Derek could feel his loins stirring. He had often heard it said that the best bed partner was a raunchy older woman.

It had been six months since he had had any sex. Rugby and law studies had taken up all his time. And he and John had spent the summer slaving 12 hours a day, six days a week, in a fast food joint. They were now in the second week of a month long hitchhiking holiday before returning to college for their final year.

“Fancy them,” smiled John, as the two blondes stood up and walked out to the lobby, their stilettos clicking seductively.

“You bet,” replied Derek. “If they’re half as sexy as they look they’d probably devour half the men in the hotel.”

As it was still raining rather heavily the boys decided there was no point in venturing out to look for local nightlife. The bar, like everything else in the hotel, was expensive, so they set themselves a three-beer limit. Half through their second drink, John muttered: “watch out, it’s the Big Four.” Derek looked up to see the two women from the dining room seating themselves at a nearby table. “This looks promising,” he thought, as one of them gave him a friendly nod.

A few minutes later, as John folded away his large-scale map, she suddenly asked: “Are you American?”

“No, English.”

“Oh, I spent some time in England. At a language school.”

“Really? Where?”

“London.”

Anxious to keep the conversation going, the boys introduced them-selves: John and Derek, students at Cambridge.

The women did likewise: Lottie and Andrea, from Dortmund, on a business trip.

Lottie, the younger of the two, had lovely, regular features, long hair and a stunning figure. Her companion was plainer and rather severe looking. But her curves were even more generous and she exuded a strong, earthy sex appeal. The poise and overall ap-pearance of both women suggested membership of high-class health clubs. They would command attention in any company.

They had very good English and the talk ranged over travel, food, prices, and even politics. But the conversation -and the evening – took a very definite turn when Andrea, leaning towards Derek, asked: “Do you have girl-friends in Cambridge?”

Half an hour later the four of them were seated at the same table. By 11 o’clock they had ‘paired off’ and, much to the disgust of the two bar staff, were holding hands and kissing. They made a handsome quartet – with just one thing on their minds: Sex.

Several hours later Derek was try-ing to force himself to sleep. His mind was a jumble of erotic images and salacious thoughts. His loins ached. What a night! What a pair of nymphos !

They had all gone up to the women’s room. Andrea had switched on the light – because “we like to see where we’re going” – and, without any preliminaries, pulled Derek over to the nearest bed where she immediate-ly wrapped him in a passionate embrace. Her tongue darted, her fingers groped. Her pudenda pressed against him wantonly. Gripped by a raw, uncontrollable desire, their caresses grew wilder and fiercer. Tearing off their clothes, they ex-plored each other’s naked fevered bodies with hot mouths and searching hands.

Lottie and John, already stripped, were thrashing about on the other bed. Andrea, rolling on top of Derek, wormed her way downwards, her soft, moist lips tracing the contours of his sinewy frame. Bracketing his stiff, swollen prick with her great, big breasts, she massaged it between them. His rapture multiplied as she took it in her mouth, nuzzling it and rolling her tongue round it.

Meanwhile, John and Lottie were entwined in a torrid tangle of bare limbs.

His face was buried in her crotch, his tongue lapping skilfully, while she sucked greedily, her full, heavy breast pressing against his stomach.

Derek, taking the initiative, pushed Andrea on her back. His hands cupping her succulent orbs, he nibbled and kissed her hardening nipples. Moving slowly over her body, his hungry lips ranged over her waist, her navel, her hips, and her silken thighs. His fingers roamed her wet vagina. As his probing tongue found her clitoris, she uttered a low cry of delight. After a few seconds her hips began to flail wildly and she moaned: “Now, liebchen, now,” her breasts rising in anticipation.

It was sheer bliss as he drove his rampant weapon into her warm, welcoming scabbard.

Her legs locked around his. Her hands clawed his back. Her breathing was hot and sharp. She covered his neck and face with kisses and love bites. With each thrust of his hips she would grasp his buttocks, pressing them hard, and grinding her pelvis fiercely against him. Responding to her febrile demands, he pumped harder and faster. As his orgasm approached, his hip movements became more vigorous, his breath coming in gasps. Then a shudder went through his body and he cried out. His semen shot from him in great spurts and for several seconds a seething wave of almost unbearable pleasure engulfed him. Gradually the tumult in his loins died down.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” panted Andrea, writhing furiously beneath him.

He continued lunging into her and a short time later his efforts were rewarded as her vaginal muscles began to contract. She clutched him fiercely, her nails dug into his back and her voluptuous body trembled in a paroxysm of ecstasy. Her eyes closed. Her head rolled from side to side. Her breasts heaved against him. After a while she gave a long contented sigh. Then she relaxed and, taking Derek’s face in her hands, kissed him gently, languorously.

“My beautiful English liebchen, you are the best.”

Meanwhile, John and Lottie were close to a peak of sexual excitement.

Astride him like some magnificent Teutonic goddess, she plunged up and down frenziedly while his hands fondled her rocking hips and swaying, pendulous breasts. At last her lover, his face contorted with passion, gave a long, low moan. Lottie cried out, “Ich Komme, Ich Komme.” Her back arched and several spasms shook her body. Then she quivered and slowly sank forward on his deep chest.

For several minutes the room was quiet as the lovers lay in each other’s arms, kissing and murmuring. But the women were as randy as they were uninhibited and before long’ the air was filled with sounds of carnal delight. They changed partners back and forth. They pushed the beds together and had sex in a variety of positions and combinations. As John would put it, they screwed their way “through the book.”

It was sometime between 1.30 and 2am when the man in the next room finally lost patience and pounded on the wall.

“The poor fellow is probably masturbating,” laughed Andrea.

The four of them had just completed a bout of “daisy chain” sex:

Andrea lay on her back, legs apart, and fellated John as Lottie’s practised tongue caressed her love bud; Lottie, in turn, was being screwed by Derek, kneeling behind her. Four orgasms -two of them almost simultaneous – in the space of a minute, were bound to cause a lot of noise. The four of them reached such an intense peak of pleasure that it left them spent and exhausted.

Derek looked at his watch: 11.37. “We’ve really fallen on our feet, or to be precise, our backs,” he thought, memories of the previous night’s capers still whirling round in his head. He and John were sprawled in the back of Lottie’s Big BMW. They were heading for Dortmund having accepted an invitation to spend a few days there. As it was a warm, sunny Saturday,

Andrea said they would make a stop in Cologne to allow the boys to see some of the sights.

The women were obviously used to wild bouts of late night sex. They looked ravishing. Andrea was wearing a hip-hugging, short black leather skirt and white silk blouse. Her friend’s skin-tight outfit consisted of black, wet-look trousers and a dark red sweater.

After a tour of Cologne’s extensive Old Town they all went into a restaurant where they had a long, leisurely meal during which the boys consumed several beers.

“We will pay”, Andrea insisted. “You are our guests.”

In view of their heavy expenditure of the previous day, the young lovers did not put up too much resistance.

The place was fairly crowded and, not surprisingly, the women attracted a lot of attention, particularly from a group of camera-laden Japanese, at least one of whom was clearly a high heel fetishist. As the four lovers were leaving, Lottie, who was last – she had settled the bill – wiggled her bottom tantalisingly. This evoked several bawdy comments and a couple of wolf whistles from around the tables.

Andrea took the wheel and they headed north out of Cologne. It was early evening.

Judging by what they had told himself and John, Derek guessed that Lottie was in the 3640 age bracket, with Andrea six or seven years older. They had said that they shared a large house and were well off; that they each had been married twice and had no children; that they were in the fashion business; that they moved in a swinging ‘free love’ set and were familiar with the sex club and orgy scene; and that although they were ‘sex mad’ neither had a live-in lover at present. They also said, laughingly, that they “liked to dominate.”

The area through which they were driving was not very interesting so, after a while, Derek lay back and closed his eyes. The rich food and drink, combined with his exertions of the night before, had already sent John off to sleep.

“Sleeping beauties,” whispered Lottie, glancing in the rear view mirror. Reaching across, she squeezed Andrea’s hand. Things were working out nicely….

When Derek woke up it was dark. The car was halted at a big junction with several sets of traffic lights. It was coming up to eight o’clock.

“God,” he muttered, “I must have been asleep for ages.”

“Then you won’t need any sleep tonight, darling”, laughed Andrea. “We’re in Dortmund” said John, who had woken up a few minutes earlier.

They turned left and passed up a long suburban street. Turning left again into a long tree-lined avenue, they pulled into a wide driveway.

“Home,” said Andrea, as the engine died. While she put the car in the garage, the other three carried their luggage into a large, semi-detached house. It was luxuriously furnished and carpeted and spotlessly clean.

‘We have an excellent cleaning woman,” said Lottie, as she laughingly showed the boys “their rooms”.

After pointing out the two large, well-appointed bathrooms, she went down to join Andrea in the kitchen while they headed for a shower and a shave. There was male shaving gear and toiletries, and even men’s clothing, in some of the closets. And in a press in John’s room there was an assortment of sex ‘toys’ and manuals.

“They must have a fantastic sex life,” he remarked to Derek as they went downstairs.

After helping the women set a table and prepare a meal, they settled into elegant drawing room chairs, listening to tapes of Mozart and drinking a ‘Black Forest’ brew that, Lottie said, had strong aphrodisiac qualities.

Then she and Andrea went upstairs to change and shower.

Forty minutes later the door opened and the boys stared in astonishment as the women advanced slowly into the room. They were sheathed in clinging, plunging knee length dresses. Made of black latex, the glossy skin-like outfits moulded and accentuated every swaying, seductive contour. Heavy make-up, expensive jewellery, seamed stockings and ‘skyscraper’ stilettos completed a picture of unrestrained raunchiness.

‘Well lover boys, how do we look?” smiled Lottie. “Dazzling, fantastic,” gasped John.

“Very, very sexy,” said Derek.

As he eyed the deep cleaved, swelling expanse of bosom, the latter wondered how women could combine so much uplift and exposure without ending up topless. Maybe the secret lay in their bras. Well, he would have a chance to find out soon enough….

“Christ”, he thought, as his loins stirred, “I’ll shoot my bolt before the action starts.”

It was almost 10.30 when they had cleared away the dishes from the large dining room table. Returning to the drawing room for coffee and liqueurs, they ‘paired off’ on two plush sofas. There was kissing and cuddling, but the women didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get down to the serious business of sex – although the voluptuous feel of their ripe, rubber clad bodies had the boys in a very horny state….

Suddenly Andrea stood up. “There are some terrific Danish blue movies upstairs,” she told John. “I’ll get them. Lottie, you get the video recorder.”

Lottie disentangled herself from Derek and followed the older woman from the room. Watching their well-rounded buttocks pumping provocatively against the slinky material of their dresses, the slits in the back revealing several inches of seamed thigh that tapered into shapely, dark-stockinged legs and ankles and patent spindle heels, Derek called after them:

“It’s not blue movies we want, it’s you.”

“Soon, darling, soon,” laughed Lottie from the doorway, blowing him a kiss. ‘you’re dead right,” said John to his friend. “With gorgeous sexpots like that, who needs porno?”

Derek didn’t reply. For some reason he was feeling drowsy. Lying back, he gave himself up to salacious thoughts. A few minutes later he was asleep. So was John.

When Derek woke up he felt he was emerging from a deep slumber. Shaking his head to try and clear it, he found that he couldn’t open his mouth. It was gagged. He tried to move his hands and feet. They were tied.

To Be Continued …

Originally posted 2010-08-09 15:10:58. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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