Archive-name: Slaves/krst-08.txt
Archive-author: Kristi
Archive-title: Kristi Rules - Part  7- 8


Part VII
 
 
     I waited inside the bathroom to see what Phillip would
do.  I'd left him no clothing, nothing to cover himself up
with.  And room service was outside the door.  He walked to
the door and looked out the peep hole.  Then he looked back
at the door to the bathroom.  Taking a deep breath, he turned
the doorknob and opened the door.  On the other side was not
the room service waiter I'd expected.  Instead, Phillip was
standing naked in front of the man that had checked us in.
The tall dark Arab that had given us this suite walked past
Phillip and told him, "Please tell Mrs. Blaine that Jabar is
here to see her."
     Phillip acted as if he'd greeted all his guests in the
nude.  He simply told the intruder, "Please have a seat, I'll
tell Mrs. Blaine you're here."
     Jabar walked into the living area and Phillip turned
toward the bedroom.  I had heard the entire exchange.  When
he came to the bathroom door, he knocked.  I opened and said
nothing.  I was wearing a terry cloth robe.  Phillip stood in
front of me, his cock still hard from my hand job moments ago
and waited for me to speak.  Finally I said, "Yes?"
     "You have someone to see you, Ma'am."
     "Thank you.  Stay here till I call for you."
     "Yes, Ma'am."
     I walked out of the bath, through the bedroom and into
the living area.  I knew the clerk from downstairs would be
up to see me, but I didn't expect him so soon.  I had slipped
my shoes back on, but other than the robe, which was very
thick and very protective of my body, I was naked.  My pussy
was already slick from the episode of playing with Phillip's
cock, and now my own desires were starting to build.  I
didn't have a plan, but was open to anything that might
develop.
     "Good evening, Mr. Jabar.  How nice to see you."
     "The pleasure, Madam, is mine."  He took my hand and
lifted it toward his lips.  The kiss planted there was almost
nonexistent, yet it had the same effect as if he'd kissed me
squarely on my cunt.  I waited for him to speak.
     "I wanted to see if there was anything you needed, if I
could be of any assistance to you in any way."
     "How kind of you, but as you can see, I am quite
comfortable.  Perhaps I will have need of you a bit later in
the evening."
     He reached into his coat and withdrew a small card.  On
it was a hand written phone number.  "My private phone line.
Please don't hesitate to call me if there is anything I can
do for you."
     "Well, there is one thing I may need."  Turning toward
the bedroom, I called out Phillip's name.  He was there
without hesitation, and he was still naked.  His cock was
rock hard, though, and you could easily have hung a wet bath
towel on it.
     "Phillip, please bring me my purse."
     The purse was on the table in the dining area.  I could
easily have gotten it myself, but I wanted Phillip there for
what would soon be obvious reasons.  Reaching into my purse,
I extracted the small remote control device.  I then looked
at Phillip.  His eyes were begging me not to do it.  But,
girls will be girls, and I couldn't help myself.
     "I think the batteries are starting to run down on this
control.  Do you think you might have any in the gift shop
downstairs?"  With that I handed the control to Jabar.  He
didn't have a clue what the machine was for, and turned it
over several times looking at it.
     "I'm sure we have something that will suffice.  What is
it?"
     "Oh, excuse me.  I didn't realize you'd not know what
it is.  It's a remote control.  See.  You turn it on here,
and adjust the vibrations with this dial.  As I turned it on,
Phillip's cock started to move, as if it had a life of its
own.  And as I increased the dial's level, it soon became
obvious that the control was moving his cock with some force.
Jabar did not notice Phillip's discomfort, as his back was to
Phillip's front.  To his credit, my husband didn't move from
the spot he was on, though it was obvious to me that his
knees were about to buckle out from under him.  I turned the
dial off.  By now, however, my husband's cock was sticking
straight out, and jutting toward the ceiling.  I really
wanted that hard dick in my mouth, but, company first, my mom
always told me.
     "I'll check on that right now.  Is there anything else
you'll require?"
     "Well, if it's not too much trouble, I probably need
some kind of lubricant, you know, K-Y jelly or something."
     If this surprised Jabar, he didn't show it.
     "Of course.  I'll be back in ten minutes."  He took my
hand and kissed it again, and without looking back at my
husband, left the room.  Phillip stood there, saying nothing,
only looking at the control in my hand.  I walked over to
him, and ran my hand the length of his rock hard cock.
     "My, but you are a good little boy!  I think that
deserves a kiss."  Letting my robe fall open, I fell to my
knees and pulled his cock toward my mouth.  I knew there is
just so much teasing a man can take, and Phillip had reached
his outer limits.  Without any other preliminaries, I sucked
his dick into my mouth, and started to give him a first class
blow job.  Phillip likes to feel a woman's mouth while she's
sucking him, so I did nothing to protect his cock from my
teeth.  I raked his hardened dick across them, biting down on
his fat cock as I did.  My hand squeezed his balls, first
gently, and then harder.  My other hand reached the switch on
the control box and started the butt plug vibrating.  It was
all over at that point.  His hard cock couldn't stand any
more teasing.  I felt his hand reach behind my head, as if
steading it for what was about to happen.  I flicked the
other switch, and felt his dick start to jump around in my
mouth.  The vibrations from his cock ring and his butt plug
were too much for my husband, and within seconds, his seed
was spilling into my mouth, and then overflowing, down my
chin and unto my breasts.  And he kept coming!  Without
losing my sucking momentum, I increased the speed on both
vibrators, and he started coming a second time, this time,
more like a stream than spurts.  His come flowed out of him
as if I'd cut an artery, and come was flowing instead of
blood!  I finally had to pull my head back and let his cock
drop a few inches.  Now he was shooting his hot come across
my chest, and puddles were gathering on the floor between us.
     "My, but you had to come, didn't you, baby?"
     "Yes, Ma'am," was all he replied.
 
 
                          Part VIII
 
 
     I left him standing there and headed for the shower.
But the bath did look sooooo inviting.  I started the faucets
running and poured in the bubble bath the hotel had provided.
While I waited for the tub to fill, I examined myself in the
mirror which covered the entire opposite wall.  We women are
so vain!  But, I must admit, I did still make a startling
figure.  My breasts are larger than most, and still stand out
right, without support!  My nipples have gotten darker over
the years, but somehow, they also seem to have gotten larger!
And as usual, they were hard.  Turning sideways, I noticed
that the cheeks of my ass were still firm, as was the
flatness of my stomach.  All things considered, for a girl of
thirty-four, I wasn't all that bad.  I'd kept my weight down
to 110, and at 5'5", that's about ideal.  Okay.  I'd pass
inspection!  And at the rate this night was going, I planned
to get a lot of inspection.
     Stepping into the tub, I was instantly seduced by the
warmth of the water.  I heard someone knocking at the suite's
door, and heard Phillip open it.  I could hear voices, but
not make them out.  But the tinkling sound of glasses told me
the champagne had arrived.  A few minutes later there was a
knock on the bathroom door.  Thinking it was Phillip I told
him to come in.  It wasn't Phillip.  It was Jabar.  The water
and bubbles covered me like a soft blanket as I lay in the
tub.  A perfect concealment!
     "Come in, Jabar.  I didn't expect you so quickly."  In
his hand was a glass of champagne.  He set it on the side of
the tub, about 12 inches from where my arm was resting.  I
did not miss the subtly of that action.  If I wanted a drink,
I would have to sit up and reach for it, an action certainly
designed to expose my body to the eyes of this tall dark
Arab.
     "I brought the things you requested, Madam."  He spoke
to me as if I were in a hotel lobby, fully dressed, not my
bathtub, naked as could be.  His eyes were dark, almost
brooding, and I could see he had more than hotel service on
his mind.
     "Do you treat all your guests so well?"
     "No, Madam, only the ones who bring slaves with them."
     I liked his answer.  He was telling me he knew what I
was doing, and wanted to play also.  I continued the cat and
mouse game.
     "And are you one who likes to be a slave?"
     "No, Madam, I am more the master type."
     Without breaking my eye contact, I called for my
husband.  He came instantly.
     "Phillip, Jabar doesn't have a drink.  Get him one."
     "Yes, Ma'am."
     "And Phillip, get one for yourself also."
     He turned to leave the bathroom.  Jabar spoke to him.
     "Did you hear your mistress?  Answer her!"
     Phillip froze.  I didn't know how he would react to the
stranger speaking to him like that.
     "Yes, sir.  I'm sorry.  Mistress, thank you very much."
     "I will punish you for that, Phillip."  I spoke softly,
and the idea of punishment made his still naked cock twitch.
I waited until my husband returned with the two other glasses
and when both men had drinks in their hands, I sat up in the
tub and reached for mine.  Both men had their eyes riveted to
my breasts, which had now moved out of the water and were
standing there in front of them both.  Small patches of soap
bubbles clung to them, but no enough to obstruct them from
the eyes of the two men staring at them.  Jabar was sitting
on the edge of the tub.  He reached over and with one finger
removed the patch of bubbles covering my left nipple.  As his
finger touched my hardened nip, a shudder went through me and
pierced my pussy, causing a feeling as real as if he'd taken
his hand and stroked my cunt!
     Phillip said nothing, only watched.  The three of us
looked at each other, and finally, Jabar made a toast.  "To
friends, new and old, to slaves, shy and bold!"  With that
we all three drained our glasses.  Jabar stood up.  "I'll get
refills."
     "No, let me."  With that, I stood up and stepped out of
the bath.  Now, naked before both men, I started to reach for
a towel.  Jabar was quicker than I.  Taking the towel I had
started to reach for, he opened it up and started to dry my
wet, sudsy body.  I stood there as this stranger touched
every rounded inch of my skin, patting my dry, and letting
his hands trail after the spot the towel had just been.  He
was feeling me as he dried me, and I knew the area between my
legs would be the wettest place of all.  And when he reached
that spot, I opened my legs, giving him access to the area he
wanted next.  After he'd toweled me dry, he let the towel
fall to the floor, and without moving from the spot he was
in, replaced the towel with his hand.  He rubbed his dark
skinned hand across my stomach, down the length of my
abdomen, and finally into the thin patch of pubic hair just
above my pussy.  His middle finger found my clit, and without
ceremony, he began to rub little circles around it.  Then,
while I stood there, just two feet from my husband, this
stranger caught my clit between his forefinger and his thumb,
and began to play with it like other men play with my
nipples.  He twirled it around, tugged on it, and ran his
fingernail over it.  I was on fire!
     "Somehow, Mrs. Blaine, I don't feel I am getting you
dry."  He removed his fingers from my clit.  The scene seemed
so erotic.  There I was, standing naked in a hotel bathroom,
my husband an arms length away, also naked save his butt plug
and his cock ring, and a fully dressed room clerk was
massaging my clit, and remarking about the wetness of my
cunt!  And all the while, he was calling me by my married
name.  Mrs. Blaine.
     I didn't know what to say or do, but I certainly knew
what I wanted!  "Let's go into the bedroom.  Perhaps I need
to be blow dried."
     Within seconds, I was on the bed, and this handsome
stranger was leaning over me, breathing hotly on my pussy.
     "Phillip.  Help Mr. Jabar undress."
     "Yes, Ma'am."  With that, Phillip began to unbutton
Jabar's shirt.  Jabar motioned him away.
     "I would prefer to undress myself, Madam."  He stood up,
now looking down on my naked form, and began to undo his tie.
He relaxed the knot, and then took off his jacket.  Handing
the clothing he'd removed to Phillip, and never taking his
eyes off mine, he undid the cuffs of his shirt.  Then the
buttons across the front.  Button by button, I watched his
chest appear.  It was a veritable forest of dark curly hair.
     Few things turn me on more than a hairy chest!  He
pulled the white shirt out of his pants, and removed it
completely.  He handed it to Phillip, who, with remarkable
calmness, proceeded to hang it in the closet.  One leg at a
time, he lifted his feet and took off his black wing-tip
shoes.  Then his socks.  He stood there with muscles rippling
across his chest, bare footed, wearing only his trousers.
I watched as he undid the belt, opened the zipper and stepped
out of his pants.  I could see the bulge in his underwear!  I
almost panicked.  If his cock was anywhere near the size of
what I was seeing through his BVD's, I was in for the fuck of
my life.  Hooking his thumbs in the waistband, he started to
pull them down.
     "Wait!"  I said.  "Please allow my husband to remove
those for you."  I couldn't help but think of how humiliating
that would be to Phillip, to remover the underwear of a man
who was about to fuck his wife.  And humiliation makes
Phillip's cock grow.  Before he could protest, Phillip was
behind him, his hands on the stranger's underpants.
     "Not with your hands, Phillip.  Don't be rude.  Use your
mouth!"
     "Yes, Ma'am."
     He fell to his knees, and with his teeth, pulled the
other man's underwear down, over his ass cheeks, and down his
legs.  And as Jabar's cock came into view, Phillip had a
first hand look at the cock that was about to fuck his wife.
His face was less than an inch away from the dick that would
soon be pumping into his wife's pussy.  I wanted him to get a
good look.  I started to order Phillip to kiss the other
man's cock, but I must confess, I was too hot to want to
share it.  I wanted that monster in my pussy, in my mouth.
And Phillip was taking much to long getting it undressed.
     I reached up and felt the hardening shaft with my hand.
I love the feel of a cock head!  The contrast between the
velvet smoothness of it, and the curly hair that surrounds it
always excites me.  As I pulled on Jabar's cock, I pulled him
closer to me, closer to my mouth.  Phillip was still on his
knees, only inches away from my mouth.  He had the best seat
in the house as he watched the desk clerk's cock disappear
into the hot cavern of my mouth.  He could see as my red lips
wrapped around another man's dick, and as my saliva made that
dick slick and wet.  As Jabar's cock sank deeper and deeper
into my other hole, my other cunt, I looked Phillip right in
the eyes.  I couldn't talk, and I'm sure neither could
Phillip!  I sucked the other man's cock, now better than half
way into my mouth, while my hands ran across the underside of
his body.
     I held Jabar's balls in my hands, gently kneading them,
pulling on them.  While Phillip stayed riveted to the prime
seat he had, my hands went up between the other man's legs,
and my nails raked across the bottom side of his ass cheeks.
Phillip watched my fingers play across the strangers ass, and
watched as I touched the ass hole of this new player.  I took
my hand away from the man's ass and moved it toward Phillip's
mouth.  He knew what I needed.  He took my middle finger in
his mouth, wetting it for me.  I then withdrew it from my
husband's mouth, and placed it back on Jabar's ass.  Slowly I
fingered the man's asshole, while he crammed his cock into my
mouth.  And slowly I let my finger slip inside his ass,
pushing, twisting, all the while accepting more and more of
his hard dick into my mouth.
     Almost in tandem, as his cock slipped deeper into my
throat, my finger slipped deeper into his ass.  I was already
up to the second knuckle, when I felt his ass tighten around
my finger.  I knew what that meant.  He was going to shoot
his wad.  For the third time that night, I was going to feel
a cock erupt in my mouth, for the third time with as many
men, I would have come dripping from my tongue, from my lips.
My husband watched as this stranger pumped his load of hot
cream into my mouth.  I let Jabar pump squirt after squirt
down my throat.  Not until he was almost drained did I stop
swallowing his come, and begin to just hold it in my mouth.
     Phillip saw what I was doing.  I couldn't see his cock,
but I was sure it was pouring come out onto the floor.  Poor
baby, I thought.  He's lost all his come.  Well, I have
extra.  I let Jabar's cock slip from my mouth, and leaned the
distance between where I was and where Phillip was still
sitting.  Reaching my mouth to his, I kissed my husband fully
on his mouth.  And when I did, we both opened our mouths so
our tongues could play together, and so I could give Phillip
a taste of what I'd just had.  I transferred a mouthful of
Jabar's cum from my mouth to Phillip's, and he never batted
an eye.  He only swallowed, and ran his tongue inside my
cheeks, looking for more!  When I finally broke the kiss and
started to pull back on the bed, I glanced at the floor in
front of my husband.  I had been right.  There was a puddle
of come.  He'd gotten off while I was sucking the stranger's
cock.  He'd come watching another man come in my mouth!
 
 
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