I was starting to rack up a long list of sexy experiences with multiple guys; being fucked on a pool table, in a locker room and passed around a car of horny guys. Jared was facilitating this pleasure whilst having his own way with me. He is happy to share and watch, knowing how much it turns me on but Jared keeps ultimate control; having final say on who fucks me, when and where.
I was accompanying Jared on a business trip in the City; he had started working for his Dad's company and they had planned a dinner and drinks to impress and schmooze with new wealthy clients. I'm studying an arts degree at college and have no knowledge or interest in business; so I didn't know what Jared expected me to contribute to the meeting but I suspected he had a plan.
Late on the Friday evening, we arrived at a big hotel; paid for by the company of course, it was one of the biggest hotels in the city and looked to be very expensive. The staff escorted us to our room. I wondered if I would be sharing a bed with Jared. We weren't exactly boyfriend and girlfriend; I liked the idea of spending more time with Jared alone but wasn't ready to give up my sexy ventures with multiple guys just yet. As we stood in the elevator, going up to our room with one of the hotel staff and our bags, I leaned in towards Jared and rested my head against his arm. The female staff member glanced over and smiled, I wondered if she thought we looked like a good couple.
Our elevator arrived at the 45th floor, it wasn't the highest floor by 2 storeys so I wasn't expecting the penthouse but it was an apartment suite. It was huge, with a living area, kitchen and 2 separate bedrooms with en suites. Jared tipped the attendant and she left.
"You're in here," Jared said to me, leaving my bag outside the first bedroom, "You can stay here tonight, I'm meeting my Dad to prepare for the meeting tomorrow. You can order food and do whatever you like, I'll see you tomorrow".
I unpacked the few things that I brought with me and checked out my room and en suite bathroom. After about 20 minuets, I heard Jared leave the apartment. I had an evening to myself in this huge place so I ordered room service, ate strawberries and drank champagne. I was enjoying my own company, and certainly appreciated the rest after a long afternoon of travelling and fucking in the car.
I decided to run myself a hot bath before bed. The hotel provided soaps and salts so I sank into a relaxing trance, enjoying the warm water and bubbles. My mind started to wonder; who might I meet tomorrow? I wondered if the business clients were good looking; did Jared want me to 'entertain' them like I had for his friends earlier that day. The thought excited me again, the water around me suddenly felt hotter; I was turning myself on.
I remembered that I'd packed my dildo and reached out of the bath to my wash-bag. My dildo was pink silicone and water-proof, ideal for my bath-time pleasure. I switched it onto a low vibrate and placed it under the water, positioning it between my legs. I let the tip of the dildo rest on my clit, stimulating it softly. I imagined Jared sharing the bath with me, fucking me; his hot body wet and writhing on top of me. I plunged the dildo into my pussy; I was sore from all the fucking earlier but the warm water and vibrations soothed me. I flicked the dildo onto a higher vibrate setting and it started to pulsate inside of me. I imagined Jared's hard cock in the place of the dildo, pounding my pussy hard, sliding easily in and out of my wet lips.
I arched my back as I lay in the bath, grinding down on the dildo, trying to reach my G-spot. Warm water and bubbles, washed over my glistening breasts; now exposed to the cooler air in the room, my nipples erect and aroused. I switched the dildo to the highest setting as my orgasm took hold, I rapidly pushed it in and out of my pussy; picturing Jared's cock violating me and filing me with hot cum. I breathed out sharp sighs of pleasure as I came, feeling euphoric and pleased with myself.
I drained the bath and left my dildo on the side. I got ready for bed and slept a long and restful sleep.
In the morning, I woke, showered and walked to the kitchen to make coffee. Jared wasn't there; his bedroom door was ajar and I could see his bed still made and unslept in. I wondered if he'd stayed out last night; perhaps he's hooked up with another girl. I felt an unfamiliar wave of jealously sweep over me. I thought that maybe I was starting to fall for Jared, I was starting to think of him differently but our little arrangement wasn't exactly a healthy foundation for a relationship. I wasn't ready to start an exclusive relationship, I wanted to carry on having fun but I couldn't help feeling attached to Jared.
I made coffee and sat at the counter in the kitchen, looking out through the tall glass windows out to the city. It was a dull, rainy day; I watched the busy street below with people and cars rushing about.
The lock to the front door of the apartment clicked and I heard men's voices entering. It was Jared and his Dad.
"Ah you're up. Sleep well?" Jared said to me as he and his Dad entered the kitchen.
"Yeah, thanks. This place is great," I replied.
"This is Neil, my Dad," Jared said as he picked up the coffee pot and started pouring two more cups, "Dad, this is Eve".
"Pleasure, Eve," Neil said, I noticed his eyes dart quickly down to my legs then back towards his cup of coffee.
I was sat on the bar-stool in my t-shirt and a pair of black panties. I'd made myself at home and wasn't expecting company. Neil's glance didn't make me feel uncomfortable, in fact, I felt that familiar sharp wave of excitement I get when I feel guys check me out. Neil was in his mid-forties, a smaller build than his son, dark blonde hair with flecks of grey and short stubble; he was attractive.
"Nice to meet you," I smiled, "Where did you guys get to last night?" I felt like I was prying a little.
"Jared met me for a few beers and it turned into a lot more beers," Neil laughed, slapping his hand on Jared's shoulder, "This poor fella had to crash on my couch".
Jared smirked and took a big gulp of coffee.
"Son, take it easy and make sure you're on the ball for tonight. Rayson and Tykes will be expecting us by 7:30, we have reservations at 8," Neil instructed, "Eve, see you there doll".
Neil finished his coffee and left.
Jared remained silent, clearly suffering from a hangover.
"Soooo, good night last night?" I inquired sarcastically, amused by Jared's worse-for-wear state.
Jared approached me as I sat on the bar stool, he leaned over me and gripped my hair tight in his hand. I looked up at him, a little confused and slightly frightened. He smiled at me and kissed me hard, still holding my hair but softening his grip. He attempted to lift me up but staggered back in his hungover state. I couldn't help but burst out laughing at him.
"Okay, okay, I need to lie down," he admitted, laughing at himself.
