She waited nervously, goosebumps prickling her legs.
Her arms were folded across her flat stomach.]
She stared at herself in the large mirror at the foot of the bed. Her sleeveless, liquorice, shiny dress encased her perfect figure and tiny frame. Her 34FF breasts strained against the material, catching the warm hotel room lights and casting a deep shadow over her arms as they continued to wrap themselves around her tummy.
It always happened. When it came to the final hour of any 'event' that he'd organised, she would question his wisdom and her own capabilities.
On this occasion, he'd kept her a little more in the dark and, as she attempted to appear 'cool' and laid back, had insisted that he would take care of everything.
She knew he would appear soon but she didn't know if there would be another...or others. Her trust in him was complete. And yet a nagging doubt now began to eat away at her as she ran through the emails and phone calls they'd had leading up to this moment.
She heard a noise outside in the corridor and realised that she was holding her breath. She heard the keycard in the door and a moment later it opened. She stood on unsteady legs (and ultra high, platform boots that he'd insisted she wear)
Two figures came through the door. The first, her boyfriend, smiling and seemingly without a care in the world.
The second figure towered above him. At 6ft 6inches, this was, she guessed, the Nordic warrior who she had heard (via her boyfriend) boasted of an over-sized cock that she (a tiny-framed, petite MILF) would be unable to handle.
Introductions were made (his name was Sal) and she was painfully aware of his size as he shook her tiny, child-like hands. Her boyfriend, in a matter-of-fact, friendly way, insisted that he should take himself to the bathroom and shower.
Once inside, he looked at her and hugged and kissed her, insisting that everything was going to be fine.
His phone let out a noise and he grabbed it from his pocket (where she noted an unmistakable erection was already in evidence.) He excused himself but not before saying he'd be back shortly and to entertain their guest until he got back.
She stood, frozen as she realised that she was now alone in a hotel room with a stranger, naked in her bathroom AND that in all likelihood, her boyfriend was on his way to meet another man and bring him to the 'party'. She had handled two men once before, but one of those had been unable to get an erection due to (she assumed) performance anxiety. But this would now be taking it very much to another level and she wondered (and not for the first time) whether she would have to bail out or use some kind of safe word to stop everything.
She heard the shower being turned off and a new wave of nervousness gripped her.
She checked her reflection and smoothed down her already smooth dress.
She could hear faint rustling that she assumed was him drying himself with the white towels piled in the bathroom.
Before she had time to imagine him drying himself and perhaps teasing his own cock to life, the key to the door was once again slotted home and in strode her boyfriend. Another over-large figure loomed behind him. He also appeared much taller (she guessed 6ft 3inches, maybe 4 inches) but built like a cartoon version of a gym bunny. His biceps bulged and his arms seemed to struggled to remain at his side such was his triangular shape. He was black with a smooth, shaved head.
So her boyfriend had found them a black cock. Given his height, she wondered whether he'd measure up in all departments.
Again, introductions were made (this guy was called Sam) and again, her boyfriend insisted that he shower once Sal was finished. At that moment, the door opened. Sal had a towel wrapped around him in such a way that his semi-erection was blindingly obvious. The two men were introduced and Sam disappeared into the bathroom.
Sal now turned his attention to Jan.
"I've heard a lot about you. You look even better than he described you." He said, pointing a thumb at her boyfriend.
She looked from him to her boyfriend who was grinning.
They chatted about nothing in particular but every time she looked at Sal, she noted that, unnervingly, he was staring at her with wild eyes as though he was already in the throes of uncontrolled passion. She also noted that his semi erection was more of an erection now and showed no sign of abating.
After a few more minutes, Sam appeared (also wrapped in a towel) and they ran through the rules and the safe word (Chocolate.)
Her boyfriend then suggested that the three of them chat amongst themselves while he showered.
He disappeared into the bathroom but reappeared a moment later asking one of the lads for a towel. Simultaneously, they whipped their towels off and threw them at him and Jan got her first glimpse of what she'd be expected to handle and, she assumed, satisfy.
They were both massive. Sal had boasted online of a 10inch cock. She was no expert but she doubted it was a full 10 inches. However, it was thick and solid. His black counterpart, Sam, was no less impressive but the dark skin made his appear much more threatening and dangerous.
She saw her boyfriend glance at them all, smirking, and she watched as he disappeared into the bathroom.
"So, Jan, why don't you show us what you've got?"
They both stood in front of her as she sat on the edge of the bed.
Tentatively, her hands came up and she gently grabbed the shafts of both cocks, surprised at the sheer weight of the meat now nestled in her hands. They were also both incredibly hot to the touch and both cocks twitched in her hands, the veins starting to pulsate visibly.
"Suck on them, Jan. Show us you're the hungry MILF bitch your boyfriend says you are!"
'Oh he did, did he?' She thought to herself.
Her mouth descended on Sam's giant black meat as her hands began to milk the two cocks. She heard him moan loudly as her tongue touched the tip of his circumcised penis.
"Fuck, yeah! Fuck!"
She started circling her tongue around the glans and tried to open her small mouth wide to take the bulbous between her lips. She felt him push; wanting to fuck her mouth and but her mouth was too small and she had always struggled to allow large objects into her mouth and would panic at the thought of being choked or suffocated.
She gave another slurp with her tongue and her eyes stared into his, smiling. Still staring at him, she kissed the end and let out a low, sexy groan.
"Mmmmm."
She tore her eyes away and looked directly at Sal. She held his gaze while her head moved to his un-circumcised cock. She had been carefully massaging it, pulling the skin back and forth but now pulled back revealing an angry red, giant bulbous head. The head was as big as Sam's but his overall girth along the entire length was extraordinary and muscular. The veins were sticking out dangerously and she could feel the cock pulsating.
She began to lick at the head and then, after some experimental licking and kissing, she lifted the penis high and licked from his balls back to the tip, marvelling at his hot skin. She dived down again but this time, spent time licking and caressing his balls.
"Jesus! Fuck!" Was Sal's reaction.
"I've got to fuck this bitch soon or I'm going to blow! She's too fucking good at that!"
The men looked at each other and in perfect unison, grabbed her under the arms and pushed her back onto the bed.
"Condoms!" Jan managed to say, gasping and desperate (and a little apprehensive) but maintaining common sense.
There was a moment's hesitation before Sal went to the side of the bed and retrieved a condom.
"You should have got large."
