Lonely Money ( closed to OttawaGuy50's)

[bankbabe13]

OOC Becca Valencia goes by Becca V 30 5'6 120 shoulder length black hair 34b chest.

Becca V led a privileged life but was missing something. She was staying at a nice hotel for the week on business, being an executive type but sat at hotel bar bummed. Her husband was very rich but payed more attention to his money then her and was currently half way around world on another business trip.
Aa Becca V sat there,in the following relaxed attire.




With 3" tan wedge sandals.

a black gentleman also staying in hotel with a business group for the week. came over striking up a conversation with the petite brrunette.
He said him and three friends were staying for the week and could help Becca forget about her neglectful husband if she would be there "free use" girl during their stay. The naive rich wife asked what that meant so he elaborated.

Whenever you're not working, and even sometimes when you are, you'll be our sexual plaything, doing as we tell you and allowing us to fuck you anyway we want, I think you'll enjoy it."

Becca V initially blushed heavily at the bold statement. Then after a few nervous sips of her glass of water, the petite brunette scribbled a few things on a napkin then got up and walked away. However as she did, Becca V "dropped" her extra room key card. Upon the napkin read..

"Just make it random, sometimes 1 guy..sometimes 2 or 3, others all four. Dont want to know what time of day. That way i could be watching tv, working on laptop, napping, getting undressed for shower, in shower or just in towel after shower".

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

"...in shower or just in towel after shower. 613-555-2697 BV "

Conroy, or "Con" as his friends called him, tucked the napkin into his pants pocket and sauntered back to his table, smirking.

"She's in boys," he said when he sat down.

Customary 'guy-thing' high fives ensued.

"So, who's first?" asked Dante, the Italian in the group.

"Well it can't be me," Con said. "I don't want to spoil her for the rest of you guys."

"Pu-leeeeeeese!" said Tucker. "She won't even know you're inside her after having me!"

They all had a good laugh and settled on a 'pecking' order the way all boys do, by playing Rock, Paper, Scissors. Tucker won.

"Okay Tuck, here's her phone and room number," Con said, texting her info to the group.

Tuck was already stirring, thinking about how'd she'd sleep tonight knowing she was 'on call' at all hours. He was the high school quarterback who never got drafted after college. Twenty-eight years old, 6'0', 195 lbs. Dark blonde hair and blue eyes. He was going to sleep just fine, thinking of how he would call the shots on his first visit, early tomorrow morning. He had a go to plan that never failed to arouse both parties.

 

[bankbabe13]

Becca V got back to her hotel room heart racing a bit wondering what she had just done by her note and pretending to "drop" her spare room key card to the strangers atvthe hotel bar area.
She chuckled thinking nothing would come of it and would probably just find her spare room key card at the front desk in the morning. Yet in the back if her mind she wondered "what if" with half nervous anticipation and half secretly excited as it had been some time since she had gotten any attention with her husband always out on business.

Becca V had a rough first night of sleep was it what could be possibly happening or over thinking and just not used to hotel bed. It was like 4am and Becca V was in the following.



She was the typical girly girl princess type and loved feeking feminine and wearing pink. With no one else in her room this week, she didn't think anything of walking about in her underwear sincevthe blinds were closed. Becca V was sitting at the desk in her room which faced away from the door in the large luxury hotel room as she checked work emails for a few before dressing for the day.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

Tuck was up early. Earlier than usual.

Whether it was the hotel bed (he always slept poorly on the first night on the road), or the thoughts he kept thinking since he won the prize in Rock, Paper, Scissors last night. He looked at his watch. 4:04 AM.

"Well," he said out loud into his empty room, "... the rules were 'any time'."

He picked up his cell and entered her cell number. He created a masked, anonymous text message: "BV, Put on some lingerie and nothing else. Open the blinds on your balcony door and step out onto the balcony. Enjoy the warmth of this fabulous summer night.. well, morning. Put your hands on the railing and DO NOT TURN AROUND. It's my turn with the the key card, and I will be there in 30 minutes."

He hit Send.

He stripped naked and got in the shower. He was already stirring in anticipation, and it took a fair deal of effort not to caress his thickening cock as he was soaping up in the shower. He got out of the shower, dried off, threw on some casual clothes and left his room at 4:25.

 

[bankbabe13]

Becca V got the text as she was just in her little pink bra and panties. She breathed a bit harder as she stepped out on her balcony in the dark. Fortunately that early no one else out. Becca V was not the exhibitionist type but just tried to close her eyes focusing on the warm breeze and the quiet night sounds.
She liked the attention she got from conversation earlier but being a sheltered rich wife had no real knowledge of what "free use" meant. Maybe she would understand things her vanilla husband would not show her.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

Tuck stood outside her hotel room door. It had been 30 minutes exactly. He had no idea if she was complying or not. She may well have had a drunken moment and left town at 3:00AM.

He slipped the key card into the slot and pulled it out quickly. The tumblers tumbled, the lock clicked and the light turned green. He pressed the L shaped handle down and stepped into the room, locking the door behind him. The lock made a loud clicking noise when he turned it. He waited for a reaction from her, if she was even in the room, but he heard nothing.

He took two more steps and noticed a small lamp on the bedside table. It cast just enough light out onto the balcony that he could see her, standing with her back to the door, dressed (barely) in pink lingerie. Becca V's hands were on the railing, the warm summer breeze blowing her hair. He stepped out and stood behind her, letting a soft primal grunt escape his lips.

 

[bankbabe13]

Feeling a presence behind her Becca V gasped a bit. "Im Be...Becca" the petite brunette said softly, a bit nervous. She blushed a bit feeling her dime sized pink nipples stiffen under her lacy bra cups. A mixture of cool night air and anticipation of whoever was behind her was the cause. Hands on railing she didnt see a face yet or know how tall he was as the tension could be cut with a knife.
"Gonna at least say hi or a name " Becca V said snobbishly being the spoiled princess type. The cool night breeze blowing as she nervously awaited some reply.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

"Shush," Tuck said, quietly. "It's called free use, Becca V, and there was no call for talking."

She zipped it.

Tuck put his hands on her hips and he heard a breathy gasp escape her lips. He slipped his fingers into the tiny elastic waistband of her pink panties and pulled them down, just a little, very, very slowly. He felt his cock growing thicker still, and he could feel his wetness begin to ooze out of him. He pulled her back slightly, forcing her to bend at the waist to keep her hands on the railing.

 

[bankbabe13]

Becca V's went wide as dinner plates and she let out a small tiny sqeak as she felt her skimpy pink panties being skid down ever so slightly. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as this stranger's hand, as he still never shared his name, was mere imches from discovering Becca V's pussy was as smooth as a babys bottom. She kept it that way in hopes of getting her husband's attention on the rare occasions they got intimate but it did not.
Becca V felt her petite frame pulled back as she was made to bend ever sl slightly at the hips to see just how much room between him and the railing she had. The petite brunette had to keep her hands on the bar to steady herself as she stood in the cool night air in just her expensive Victoria Secret skimpy pink lace bra and panty set as her breathing was increased a bit.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

Tuck pushed his drawstring pants down to let his growing hardness escape. I was thick and heavy, oozing pre-cum, almost ready for action. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. Becca V saw them and gasped once again.

He reached down and grabbed his cock, lifting it to rest on Becca V's tail bone.

"Oh fuck," she whispered.

"Shhhhhh..." he said.

She bit her lip.

He held her hips and rocked back and forth, sliding is now very slippery cock over her tailbone. Periodically it would slip down between the cheeks of her delectable ass and she'd gasp. He pushed her panties down her thighs and had her step out of them. He stood up and leaned over her, wrapping his arms around her and placing his strong hands on her abs. He slowly slid one hand down towards her groin...

 

[bankbabe13]

Becca hesitated a moment then stepped out of her skimpy pink panties. She let out a small sqeak as the large black hand essentially palmed Becca V's pale pink bald pussy lips and groin area. Her eyes wide as she felt his cock aganst her tailbone. She guessed length wise he was easily double that of her tiny dick rich husband. Her dime sized pink nipples grew stiff under her pink lace bra cups as she was still ever so slightly bent forward. Still used to controlling the convo she said "Becca you are...?" Knowing he may not answer as she waited with nervous anticipation of his next bold move.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

Tucker watched contrast of his deeply tanned skin against Becca's very pink/white skin. He was sometimes mistaken for a black man, given that he spent a lot of time in the sun, and he hung around with two black guys most of the time.

"Maybe she thinks I am black," he thought. An honest mistake, given that she met Conroy and no one else in the group. "Maybe she has a thing for black cock," he thought further. "Well honey, you will have to wait 'til it's Con's turn - or Booker's. Or both."

He covered her mound with his hand and he could feel the warmth. He let out a little moan as he separated the pink lips with his middle fingers.

"Becca you are very wet... I am going to slip right inside you, when I'm ready to," he said softly.

Normally in command, "Unnngh..." was all she could muster. She was really aroused at this Free Use thing!

His dripping cock was dangling between her thighs. He reached up and took her right hand off the railing and guided it down to replace his.

"Rub," he commanded.

She complied.

 

[bankbabe13]

Becca V still didnt see his face, the way he was pressed to her didnt allow it. She gasped at the size, her hand barely making it around his cock as she slowly rubbed. Tucker commented on how snooth her pussy was as Becca V felt herself grow slightly wet. She tried to control rational thought but her body began to betray her as the rough big hand was up against Becca V's smooth pussy lips as the perbrunette just stood there clad only in her skimpy pink lace bra as she rubbed Tucker. Biting her lower lip as she did. Half liking what she felt and half fear of "would it fit if he took her" being quite larger then her husband. Again she tried to turn and say something, again Becca V was denied.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

Almost 5:00AM now and the sky was beginning to lighten on the horizon. Tucker wondered for an moment how's she'd feel about getting fucked out here in the daylight, but only for a moment as it didn't really matter - this was free use. She just has to show up when and where he says. She does what he wants. Becca V started like she was bucking at that rule. He remember his high school coach telling him that anyone can do anything, with a little coaching. Becca V seemed like she might become a Good Girl as the week went on, with a little coaching.

Tucker took his hand off her smooth mound and put both hands on her hips. He rocked forward and back slightly, sliding his now dripping cock slide through her fingers. Becca V was imagining how he'd fuck her this way, how she WANTED him to fucked her this way, and she found herself eagerly longing for that cock to be pushing its way inside her wet folds.

Tucker reached up and undid her pretty pink bra. It instantly fell to the floor with a soft rustling noise and her meagre of 34B breasts hung below her. She let out a larger, breathy gasp as both his hands easily covered them and caressed them lightly. He nipples were hard and her breathing increased significantly.

"Now that you are good and wet, place the head of my cock at your opening. I will take care of the rest," he whispered.

 

[bankbabe13]

Becca V gasped as daylight was approaching. Hee mind racing. Blinds would open soon and the petite brrunette was on her bakcony NAKED! "We... we. Can....cannot be out here" she stammmered. Her plea seemingly falling on deaf ears. Becca V's perky little but firm 34b breasts were now encased by a pair of large hands which were simultaneously manipulating her dime sized pink nipples turning them essentially into little pink pencil erasers.
Her heart raced aa she felt strong hands engulf her trim little waist. Her left hand, the one with her large diamond wedding ring upon it shakily took the large rod and let out a small squeal and another gasp as it was placed at the entrance to Becca V's tight little shaved pussy in the incoming dawn light. Still a part of her wanted whisked back inside before anyone saw as her face was three shades of red.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

She placed him perfectly at her entrance. He was so hard, and the two of them so wet, he should easily slide right in. And he did.

He pushed forward a little and felt a familiar amount of resistance, simply because of size compared to her little pink pussy. He rocked his hips slighgtly and popped the head into her warm 'vestibule'. She gasped, no, whimpered at the sensation.

"I can't possibly take him all," she thought, but God knows she wanted to try.

Rocking slowly, he delved an inch deeper with each thrust. Her whimpers turned to moans.

"Oh God...." she croaked.

Finally, his seven inches were sliding in and out of her with ease.

The sky was getting lighter and there were sounds of the city waking up only three floors beneath them. A car pulled up in the side lot they were overlooking and two people got out, likely hotel kitchen staff, readying for breakfast service.

 

[bankbabe13]

Becca V grunted as Tucker went in inch by inch. Her husband was only a minute 5" when hard so Becca V's tight pussy stretched when inch number 6 went in as it had been quite a few years since she had bigger then her husband's 5" . When inch 7 went in, the petite 5'6 120 pound brunette raised up on her tiptoes as Becca V's tight pussy adjusted to the new feeling. Becca V gasped as she heard the kitchen staff van below. All they had to do is look up a few floors and they would see her naked frame. Her body tensed from rising up on her tipties snd the risk of being seen. The hands engulfing her trim waist steadied her body as she felt Tucker pump in and out of her. "W...we. need to go in we are gonna be se....seen" Becca V pleaded. That simple sentence took a few minutes to get out as grunts and a few soft moans escaped her lips wether she wanted those moans to escape her pouty lips or not. Most of her thoughts now wanted to get off the balcony before other blinds were opened in the surrounding room balconies.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

"We are not going in until you cum, then me," Tucker said, reading her mind. He knew she was nervous about being out here. He could tell from her shaky voice, even before she became so aroused. She was used to being in charge but this was a complete role reversal. She was vulnerable. Exposed, almost literally.

"Play with your clit and feel my cock slide in and out with your fingertips," he instructed. "Be a Good Girl."

Becca V surprised herself but she found herself aching like fuck at that term, 'Good Girl'. Obediently, she slid her hand between her legs and found her swollen button. She pressed, lightly at first, then firmer. She was so sensitive. Ten hours ago shw was having a drink at the bar and now she was naked, being of the balcony railing and get fucked - very well fucked - from behind by a man she never met, nor even seen his face. "Gonna get... caught... " she thought. "I will have to scream my orgasm..." she thought. "My pussy is on fire..." she thought.

Then she felt his cock with her fingers. It was thick and hard, so very hard, and long... goddammit it was long... pistoning in and out like a big steel machine.... Her thoughts went back and forth... "My clit... his cock... my... clit....his...Ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck.... I'm gonna cummmmmmm..." She bit her lip - HARD - to stop from screaming into the not so empty parking lot.

 

[bankbabe13]

Becca V gasped as another kitchen vehicle pulled in and looked upward, but to her relief in the opposite direction looking at some clouds. Her dainty wrists locked onto the rail, hands engulfing her tiny size 2 waist and a cock bigger then she had ever had pistoning in and out of Becca V's tight little married pussy like a machine as she grunted biting her lower lip panting hard her perky breasts bouncing in Tucker's hands. Then her big brown eyes grew wide as Becca V's hips shook violently in orgasm. The big hands on her waist essentially holding her up now as her hips bucked. She gasped as Tucker cock was showing no signs of slowing or getting softer.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

Her orgasm had just about subsided when he erupted. His already hard-as-rock cock grew stiffer still. He slowed his rhythm so as to feel every fold of her wet pussy, and poured stream after stream of cum deep within her.

Although it was about 15 seconds, it seemed like minutes to her as his cock kept throbbing madly in her tight little hole.

Spent, he grabbed the base of his stiff firm cock and slipped out of her, their mixed fluids dripping of of them.

"Oh God," she whispered, letting go of the railing. She enjoyed that thoroughly but now, post-coitus, she had no desire to be naked on the balcony.

"Ah ah!" he said, firmly.

"Oh fuck, is he not done?!" she thought.

"I told you over an hour ago to not turn around. When you hear me leave, you can let go of the railing and come inside," he said.

 

[bankbabe13]

Becca V felt his grasp loosen and moments later her hotel door shut. She picked up her skimpy pink underwear and went inside. Walking a little shakily like a newborn deer for the first few steps as it had been sometime since she had not only sex but a cock bigger then her husband's 5". The petite brrunette composed herself coming down from the taboo euphoric high of the mystery encounter, never getting a good glimpss of him.
After a shower Becca V had a short conference meeting dressing in the following...


The meeting was uneventful and she headed back to her hotel room before the afternoon sessions. The clock struck 11 am so she was gonna relax in hdr room for a couple hours. As she approached her door and swiped her key card, she did it with a nervous anticipation of not knowing if anyone was behind her hotel room door as the door beeped and she went in.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

She walked into the bedroom, dropping her bag on the bed. She took off her glasses and placed them on the night stand. Facing tghe window, she took the clip otu of her hair and shook it loose. That's when she felt the two strong hands grasp her wrists. She squealed.

"Number two has arrived," he said.

"Oh God," she thought. "Is this another anonymous fuck?"

"Don't move unless I tell you to," he commanded.

"Okay," she said, breathlessly.

He reached around her and undid the buttons on her crisp white blouse.

She noticed his strong black hands. She was positive this was the man she spoke to at the bar last night.

He rolled the blouse up into a rope like shape and used it as a blindfold, tying it securely behind her head.

"This isn't so you can't see me," he spoke in the most sensuous and soothing low voice. "Cuz I am pretty sure you know who I am."

She smiled, biting her bottom lip.

"It's so you can't see and anticipate what I am going to do to you," he explained.

"Do... to ... me..." she thought. She felt herself leaking immediately.

"Focus on every little sensation. Smell, touch, taste..." he told her.

Although blindfolded, she closed her eyes to better focus.

The smell was a discrete combination of floral and spice. A delicate cologne or lotion. It smelled like a man should.

The touch was his fingertips grazing over her naked back. His fingers deftly slipping inside the strap of her skimpy white VS push-up bra. Her aroused tits popping loose as the bra gave way and fell to the floor of the bedroom.

The taste: nothing yet, but oh how she was hopeful.

 

[bankbabe13]

Becca V gasped at the voice, was it the first guy ahe spoke to? She thought so but her senses were all confused now. She couldn't see a thing and let out a small squeal as her bra hit the floor and the petite brrunette felt the cool rush of air on her now exposed breasts
"Who are you? Name?" Yet her inquires garnered nothing but silence. Was the individual still in the room? Did he leave? Becca V stumbled slightly in her heels and was fearful of moving not wanting to run into anything. Her perky little breasts rose and fell with each nervous deep breath waiting for any sign of someone present or not.

 

[OttawaGuy50s]

"Good for you," he said, noticing her stillness. "You're focussing on sound too."

"I love it," she said softly.

She waited, and waited... and waited for the next sensation, and she jumped when she felt his hands on her waist. Ever so lightly, his fingers slid up and cupped her firm breasts, rolling the nippled between his thumb and finger. Randomly she thought how she hadn't had sex with a man in months, and even that was unsatisfying, and here she was on her second man of the day - and it's not even noon. The thought sent a rush of tingles to her groin.

Con, finished with her tits for now, slid his hands down her flat tummy. He slipped his fingers inside the waist of her short skirt and slid them around the back. He undid the hook, pulled the zipper down and pushed it past her hips. It fell quickly around her ankles.

"Step out of those heels, and the skirt," he commanded.

She complied.

 

[bankbabe13]

Becca V, now just in dark brown pantyhose, stumbled a bit and fell on one knee to the carpeted floor. Her senses all out if whack as with the blouse over her eyes she was essentially in the dark. The petite brunette was breathing hard, not only from the mis step but also the unsure nature of her current surroundings. Becca V's perky little breasts rose and fell with each millisecond that seemed like an eternity as she stayed one one knee to avoid another fall alao seemingly waiting on the mystery voice to acknowledge he was still in the room... was he?