Used by two men

Last weekend I was in a crowded pub with a girlfriend. The place was packed, every table taken, until a man offered us a seat. He was with a friend—both of them in their fifties, but still attractive, the kind of men who carried themselves with quiet confidence. I felt a spark the moment I smiled back at them.

After a drink, my friend had to leave. We said goodbye; she disappeared into the underground, while I pretended to wait for a bus. But the night was still young, and so were my desires. So I turned back, heading once more into the pub.

The men spotted me as soon as I walked in. They asked what had happened, and I admitted, a little shyly, that I wasn’t ready to go home. Their eyes lit up. They bought me another drink, their attention fixed entirely on me—an intoxicating weight that only made me ache more with want.

When I’d drained my glass, they offered something else. I leaned closer and whispered, “I want to go to bed. With both of you.” They stared at me, stunned, before grinning like hungry wolves. I teased them further, saying there was a Travelodge nearby—and if they took me there, I would give myself to them completely.

At the hotel, the game shifted instantly. They told me to undress, to get on my knees, and crawl over. I obeyed, wrapping my lips around one cock while the other filmed, capturing the moment. Soon, the second pressed his hardness against my mouth, and I eagerly switched between them, sucking one while stroking the other, lost in the heat of being used and admired.

Then they had me lie back, head hanging over the edge of the bed. One thrust into my mouth, deep and relentless, while the other pounded into me, my legs hooked over his shoulders. The room filled with the raw rhythm of my moans and their grunts until release overtook them—one spilling across my face, the other covering my breasts with his hot cum.

I lay there, breathless, used, and trembling with satisfaction, knowing I had given them exactly what they wanted—and more than I had dared imagine.