Highland Fling

Katie relaxed, took a deep breath and allowed the heated leather seat to caress her body. One of the things she loved about Martin was his sense of sheer luxury. She breathed deeply again as she gazed upon the awe-inspiring scenery rushing by her window. The soft but determined climb of Martin’s hand travelling up her bare thigh brought her back to earth.

“Martin, should you not be concentrating on driving the car?” She questioned, teasing him.

“That’s why I bought an auto my sweet, to keep one hand free. Dear God, I could just make-love to you right now!”

Martin’s hand slid further up her skirt, slipping inside her underwear and fondling her pussy, his fingers nuzzling her clit. Katie moaned and parted her legs. The combination of hot leather and Martin’s industrious fingers were too much to deny herself as her clit grew swollen and her pussy, wet. Slowly Martin moved his fingers downwards and into her, deep and generous. Like a salesman who knew he was about to close a deal, Martin pulled off the main road, down a heavily wooded lane and parked.

“Fuck me,” Katie whispered through frantic breath.

“Patience my dear, a man can’t fuck on an empty stomach, he needs to eat first.” He smiled teasingly.

He pushed her thighs apart, pulling her underwear to one side, diving his face into her wet pussy. Katie groaned loudly as his tongue pushed deep inside her, coming out to suckle hard on her erect clit, back again into her cunt, pushing further and further in. Katie could barely breathe, the feel of him eating her was too much to bear, and yet she never wanted him to stop. Pushing his thumb now against her clit whilst he ate contentedly lapping away like a cat with a saucer of cream, she could take no more, screaming in sheer ecstasy as she came. Martin slowed his licking now as he enjoyed the fruits of his labor. Katie sat back red-faced and satisfied, as he drew his head up to hers. His mouth glistened with the sticky cum, as she moved in for a passionate kiss. She loved to taste herself.

With anticipation of what would follow, she pulled off her jumper to reveal her naked breasts, he licked and nibbled her hardened rose bud nipples, caressing her breasts all the while. Reaching her hand down inside his trousers, feeling his formidable erect penis throbbing desperately to shoot its load, she began pulling up and down as hard and fast as she could. He groaned now whilst resting his head on her ample bosom, saliva oozing in droplets down her cleavage. His cock so big now she could barely get her tiny hand around the aroused member, pulling it harder as he throbbed. This was one white-knuckle ride she was enjoying, she could feel herself getting wet again, wanting this enormous cock in her now, but knowing that wasn’t going to happen, Martin always took the lead; something else she loved about him. He came now all over her hand, warm and sticky she took delight in licking it up and swallowing hard.

“Get your fucking clothes off and get outside, I want to fuck you on the hood.” Growled Martin.

“Martin it’s freezing out there.” She replied, feigning fragility.

“C’mon give it a go, I’ll warm you up.” With this Martin began to strip revealing the tanned toned body of a man ten years his junior.

It didn’t take Katie long to get undressed, after all most of her clothes were off already, and she sincerely hoped no-one had been walking their dogs in the last half hour.

“Wow! It is freezing out here!” she said cupping her own breasts for warmth.

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Martin replied and jumped out of the car, naked as the day he was born, with a penis a horse would be proud of.

Katie caught sight of his enormous erection and feeling the blood rush to a flush of heat across her face; warmed up in an instance. Pushing herself up onto the hood she was pleasantly surprised to feel the metal was still warm and somehow felt erotic against her cold ass. Spreading apart her legs as wide as she could, he grabbed her pushing three fingers into her to make her even wetter.

“Take all of me - I’m going to fuck you deep - tell me you don’t want that.”

“I do want it.” She replied, gagging for it.

He pushed his entire cock into her pussy hard and firm. Katie screamed out with sheer pleasure as he thrust in her harder and faster, pulling her legs at a right angle to get deeper in, her breasts bounced up and down with the motion, a sight which drove him on further, harder. He loved to watch her being fucked, and his cock going in and out of her cunt. Stopping now, he turned her over, so she leant forwards against the hood, her nipples hardened against the increasing coldness of the hood. Fucking her hard, she could feel her knees repeatedly bashing into the car grill, but it was the deep, unrepentant penetration that was slowly turning her legs to jelly, and her head began to spin as she reached orgasm, Martin not far behind, shouting into the cool Scottish air as his penis erupted hot spunk deep inside Katie.

They cuddled gently for a moment enraptured with the warmth and musky smells of each other's body. Slowly grabbing onto the hood, she opened her legs inviting him back into her, feeling slightly chilled now as his hands rushed up her body to grope her breasts. The intensity of the cold air and warm wanting body was pleasing to her as he pushed his penis into her wet pussy, hard and fast, banging her fiercely now she could feel his balls banging against her, his hands now feeling for her clit rubbing it as he pushed harder and harder as she groaned loudly. She was sure she came first, but this was a race she didn’t mind losing.

They both returned to the warmth of the car and dressed as quickly as they could.

“So how are you enjoying the trip?” Martin asked, barely containing his smile.

“Very nice, the Highlands of Scotland are beautiful.”

“Full of big red-haired men tossing their cabers!” Martin joked, attempting a very poor Scottish accent. Katie warmly smiled as she looked at him, feeling that Martin may not be Mr Right, but he sure as hell was Mr Right Now, and that suited her just fine.

“God, I hope no-one saw us, she said. “I dread to think what that must have looked like.”

The heat between them was tangible as they caught a look at each other.

"Let's get to the hotel" piped up Martin, slowly breaking the silence, and beaming a smile at this beautiful girl.

Katie was a stunning creature, she knew this only too well, and as she watched the man on reception drink up her beauty, from her long tanned legs, across her ample chest, only taking in her blue eyes for a second before resting his vision once again on her breasts. He considered how brazen this young woman was for not wearing a bra. The game-keeper had said there was a young couple having sex in the woods, and he guessed it must have been these two.

“Mr and Mrs Wilmot,” he smiled politely as he took the booking, noting that neither of them wearing a gold band. It may be both exclusive and elegant hotel, but it did not mean the guests behaved that way; in Particular, this weekend’s guests.

The bell-boy arrived to collect their bags and take them to their suite. Katie couldn’t help but notice he was gorgeous, young and Australian. Blushing slightly she turned to Martin circling her arm in his, smiling as they walked towards the elevator. Martin smiled back; pleased that Katie had taken a fancy to this young man, after all it was only natural as he was a very good-looking man. In the lift Katie took a deep breath as she once again admired this man’s physique, but then again it was no surprise to her as Oz is the land of the buff bods. Ruffling his sandy hair, he smiled as this beautiful girl, seemingly shy girl.

“You’re Australian,” she said, trying to break the ice.

“That’s right, I’m from Sydney.” came the reply.

“Then why are you living and working in Scotland?”

“I fancied a break from all that sunshine!” He joked.

“No, seriously now.”

“I’m on my gap year from Uni, decided to work my way around Europe. And how about you two, is this your first visit to Scotland?”

“Yes.” Katie replied.

“I’m Martin and this is Katie, and you are?”

“Jules. Very pleased to meet you both. This is your suite, it’s a beauty, big bed, a tub you could take a swim in, and the kind of mini-bar Oliver Reed might have approved of. So enjoy.”

Martin grabbed Jules by the arm whilst Katie took in the well appointed suite, giving him a fifty-pound tip.

“Wow – thanks “replied Jules.

“You know Jules, Katie and I have a very open-relationship, if you know what I mean and you are very welcome in this suite whenever you fancy popping in.”

“Thanks Martin, I appreciate that.” Leaving the room, Jules wasn’t sure whether the man was propositioning for himself or on behalf of his partner.

“You fancied him didn’t you Katie?” Martin inquired.

“Yes, I did Martin.”

“Good. Because I have invited him to return to our room, whenever you took his fancy.”

“But we’ve only been seeing each other a couple of months Martin, I would feel bad.”

“Don’t. I want to watch you being fucked by other good-looking men. “

“I’m going for a bath,” replied Katie somewhat shocked and yet more than a bit excited by Martin’s proposition.

Jules was right; you could swim in this tub. The soft, warm bubbles caressed her skin, as jasmine and ylang-ylang scented the room and eased her mind. Relaxing now, she felt the soreness between her legs cushioned by the exotic bath water. She didn’t mind the aches; after all they were pains of pleasure not torture. Smiling now as she thought back to the woods, and chuckling to herself as she thought of Jules, oh how she’d show him the real meaning of bush tucker! She was lucky to have the sort of partner who allowed this, Martin was very open-minded though, she was coming to realize. Laying back contented in her thoughts she pictured Jules without his clothes on, he was certainly toned, and at almost six-foot tall must have a big dick just like Martin. Looking down now she could see her nipples poking out of the bubbles, giggling, she rubbed them, moving slowly down her body now she pushed her hands deep into the water groping herself, grinding gently against her fingers, allowing them access inside her, massaging her clit with her other hand, all she could hear in her head was her own pulse. Harder she pushed and played until she came. The tingling sensation engulfed her whole body. Oh my God, she muttered through her groans.

“Hey Katie, this is Steve, and he is a friend of mine.” Martin spoke waking Katie from her fantasy.

"Hi!" Replied Katie somewhat bewildered and embarrassed to find the two men watching her.

"Don't worry I just wanted to introduce you" Martin concluded the conversation as both men left the bathroom.

“Have you told her what’s happening tonight yet?” Steve asked.

“Not yet, but she’ll be up for it, the girl is a nymphomaniac!”

“What if she doesn’t?”

“Then I won’t make her. I love and respect her, you know that.”

“You’re in love with her?” Steve was incredulous. “Now I didn’t say that, did I? Martin defended as he said goodbye to Steve, opening the door he leant forward stealing a kiss from his full lips. “See you this evening”, he concluded.

Katie smoothed down her dress. It was sensational to look at, it was a nude skin tone dress with silver sequins in sweeping lines accentuating every curve, low-cut and backless; this dress was designed for maximum titillation and did not fail to deliver. Silver gem mules, a splash of Opium perfume finished the look. Martin had bought her this outfit, he had exquisite taste in clothes, and she mused, and was indeed a well turned out man himself. Admiring her own reflection she caught sight of him behind her, looking every bit the James Bond in his tuxedo. Looking him up and down, she exclaimed to herself, I really am the cat that got the cream.

“You are a vision. I could take you right now. Thrust myself into you, then flip you over and do the other side, but first we shall eat.” Martin was his usual jovial self.

The dining room was sumptuous, a private room covered in dark red velvet drapes. The table was filled beautifully with bone-china tableware and cut-crystal glasses.

“Is it just us?” Katie asked as she surveyed the room noticing there were three other men and no other females.

“Yes. Replied Martin. Plus of course, the waiters.”

Katie smiled, she was pleased she was the only woman; she loved the company of men and this bunch were particularly good specimens of the species. She liked her men to have firm muscles with good asses and this group did not disappoint.

The first course was oysters; she couldn’t help but notice she was being observed as she tipped back her head to swallow the salty slime. “I could never see what all the fuss is about, she declared,” and I honestly can’t say if they’re an aphrodisiac or not, because I think about sex constantly anyway.”

Her attentive audience laughed well aware that the champagne was without doubt having the desired effect on this woman.

The second course arrived swiftly afterwards, roast beef served with asparagus tips in a cream sauce. The champagne flowed like river, and Katie was happy to drink it up. She knew what was coming and could not wait to have these men one-by-one make love to her, over and over again. She could feel the warm moistness down below.

“Your face is very red darling,” Steve motioned from across the table.

“It’s the drink, I’m afraid I’m just a little bit drunk.” Katie noticed that Martin and Steve were sat opposite her rather than next to her. Clyde who was sat on one side of her was sucking the cream off of an asparagus.

“Want to try?” He said.

“OK,” she replied, not really knowing what he meant, after all she’d had some of the food and it was good indeed.

Clyde teasingly took a cream covered tip and began drawing it around her lips, occasionally dunking it into her baying mouth, cream was running down her chin. Dunking it a bit more fiercely now Katie managed to bite it, removing the tip completely swallowing it hard. “And now for the next one,” Clyde said complete with creamy tip in hand.

Katie opened her mouth expectantly.

“Oh no, not there”, Clyde shook his head, and slowly pulling her gown off of her shoulder and down her arm to reveal a full, pert breast. “Here,” he said as he swirled the head round and around her hardening nipple, covering it in the warm sauce.

Katie began to groan with the pleasure.

Max, who was sat the other side of her, reached into the champagne bucket and pulling a slightly melting ice cube, nodding to Clyde to remove the warm asparagus Katie’s breast, then immediately pressed the ice firmly onto the nipple. Katie jumped with a start. “Oh my God, that was so good - do it again.”

Clyde began caressing and kissing the bare breast, as Max pulled the other side of her dress open, leaning in to suckle and nibble, Katie felt her orgasm crescendo, and yet in her heart knew the best was yet to come.

Max lift his head up to meet Katie’s, his mouth was hot and moist as he pushed his tongue hard into her mouth, cupping her breast roughly as he did. Releasing her now, Clyde pulled her towards him, the same hot mouth and fevered tongue groping around her mouth.

“Come on now fellas don’t have her all to yourselves,” came a voice from across the table.

Freeing his mouth Clyde spoke, “Of course not looks like there’s plenty to go round.”

Katie stood up, her breasts standing proud, began to lean across the table.

“Oh no you don’t”, said Max pulling her back, “you don’t want to ruin your dress now do you?” With this Max and Clyde slowly peeled off the skin-tight sheath of a dress. Naked now all but her underwear, Katie leaned across the table, briefly catching her nipples on one of the candle flames, and began to kiss and be fondled by Martin as Steve watched on.

“A meal and a show – how delightful!” commented Steve.

Clyde and Max began licking her ass cheeks, pulling her underwear off. Pulling her over onto her back now, pushing her legs apart, revealing a pussy that was so wet you could have rung it out. Deep now she felt the tongue go into her, up and down lapping up her juices with vigor, she cried out as Max sucked her clit, running his tongue on the outside of her, pushing deeply along inside of her. Eyes closed in ecstasy, she could smell a cock, and moments later had it pushed deep into her mouth, she could taste the salt, as she rolled her tongue over the swollen helmet, and up and down his shaft, the thrusting increased now as he slowly pushed further into her throat, like a battering ram now as he shot his load into her mouth. It reminded her of the oysters she thought to herself allowing a smile to come across her face. That was when she felt the hardness of a cock being pushed into her wet pussy. She screamed with pleasure and it went harder and deeper into her. Max now climbed onto the table placing his rock-hard member between her breasts thrusting it up and down with the same power as the one inside her. As she flayed her head back in delight, she felt the warm sticky cum hit her squarely in the chin, just as Katie had several times over.

"This is the best dinner party I have ever been to.” she exclaimed naughtily, pulling her dress back on and amusing her fellow diners. It would seem that Martin and Steve had already left.

Calling for the lift now, she was delighted to see the doors open to reveal Jules.

“Good evening beautiful lady, going up?” He smiled a knowing smile as he admired her form, still wet with cum in places, that in made her dress see-through, nipples poking out like coat hooks.

“I’d rather go down if it’s all the same to you,” came the reply jokingly with a wink. After all she'd already had more orgasms than she could honestly have counted, and pondered that her pussy must have resembled a dug out fireplace by now!

I believe this is my floor,” she commented as she left the lift, smiling at Jules.

Opening the door she could hear sounds coming from the bed, seeing in the faint light from the window two figures making love. She was taken aback for a moment. Was Martin doing the dirty on her? As she moved quietly in her bare feet she could see that Martin was actually not with a woman, but instead it was Steve. A sharp intake of breath in shock was soon replaced with excitement. They did not know she was there. She giggled inwardly, she had never seen two men shagging before. It was erotic to watch these two men make out. Being unable to contain her laugh, alerted the lovers that they were being watched.

The two men looked at one-another trying the to gauge her response.

“We’re lovers my dear have been for years,” Steve suddenly blurted out.

“So you’re gay then?”

“I am. He’s bi-sexual.” Steve motioned to Martin.

“Well,” Martin began, slightly embarrassed, “the thing is that I actually prefer men.”

“Then why are you with me then?” Katie asked.

“Because you are sexy, and a slut. I like that in either sex.” came the cheeky response.

“But you’d rather be with him though?”

“Yes I would, I mean, I am with him.”

“OK.” Katie was dazed with all the information, the retreating champagne in her veins was, however, softening the blow.

“Let's talk about it tomorrow. In the meantime fellas I can honestly say that I am shagged out, so move over and make some room in the bed for a little one.” With this the three of them snuggled down together, for a well-earned rest.

The shower was refreshing Katie thought as she soothed her body, a war zone of love-making. She reminisced about the previous evening with a smug smile clawing its way across her swollen chapped lips, and in spite of the aches, she smiled. She had spent hours being fucked senseless by a group of varying men, but surprisingly it was those short minutes in the lift with Jules that she remembered the most. The one man she hadn't had, or had tried to have her. She wanted to see him. More than that, she wanted to know him, build a relationship for a change.

In the lobby Martin carried her bags rather like a chastised child.

“Martin, I have had a lovely relationship with you, she said cupping his beautiful face in her hands, but it was always just lust, never meant to be long-term.”

"I feel guilty.” He said.

“Don’t. Really don’t feel that way. I have no regrets.” With this she pulled him in close, kissing him passionately on the lips. “I love you,” she said at last, “now go and be with Steve you queer fucker!”

They both laughed and embraced for one last time.

“I will miss you”, he said, “Are you sure you’re happy to get a cab, I really don’t mind driving you.”

“No, it’s better like this.”

“Goodbye Katie.”

Out the corner of her eye she could see that Jules had been watching. Now that Martin had returned to his room she smiled at him, gesturing him to her with the curl of her finger.

“G’day!”

“Hello Jules! You may think I’m being a bit forward but can I have your number, I mean can I see you sometime, like on a date?”

“Wow – I’d like that a lot" He replied quickly, but soon turning quiet and continuing "The thing is today my last day here, I'm working my way around Europe, do you want to join me? We can talk about it on the way to the station if you like?" He asked.

“Yes I do, I really do, but let’s not walk to the station my dear Jules, let’s get a cab.” she responded marveling at the turn of events.

“No. Let’s walk; we could go via the woods if you like.”

“That would be good. I know of a place we can stop for a picnic of sorts.” She replied seductively nuzzling Jules’ neck

Jules smiled a knowing smile. “So the game-keeper tells me!”