fantasy orgy

Grenville Manor was a country house hotel I'd always wanted to spend the night in. Imposing, regal and sophisticated it was an out of reach, wish-list dream for a guy like me.

Yet now… here I was. Finally. After years of wishing, wanting and hoping, a recent small win on a lottery scratch card had given me the funds to walk over the expensive threshold and seat myself in the wood-panelled bar and order a whisky, which now sat on the polished round table before me. Later I'd be sleeping in a four-poster bed, a view of the oak-tree dotted estate waiting to greet me in the morning along with a slap-up silver service breakfast.

A low hum of conversation surrounded me, as did the scent of expensive aftershave and perfume. I sipped my drink—it was an exceptional vintage—and let the peaty flavour spread on my tongue.

A couple sat to my right talking quietly and sharing a bottle of bubbles. Celebrating an anniversary perhaps. And to my left three men, suited and booted, had laptops open still appearing to be in the depths of a business meeting. The one with the beard looked up, saw me staring and gave a hint of a smile.

I looked away. I wasn't interested in conversation with other men or women. Tonight was all about me, my pleasure, my indulgence, it was my treat—the treat of people watching. I was a voyeur. Lost to it. Beyond hope. Watching was my drug. I'd long since accepted that observing others was my addiction. It could be anything; a kiss on a park bench, a couple laying on a picnic blanket on a summer's day, or, as had happened once, curtains left open during a seductive all-male kitchen scene that had me backing into the shadows and watching the orgasms unfurl.

Turning back to the couple, I saw him whisper in her ear. She ducked her head and giggled. What had he said to her? A promise of multiple orgasms? The kinky treat of being tied to that four-poster bed that was waiting upstairs?

My stomach clenched with excitement for them. I wondered what room they were staying in. Perhaps it would be next to mine, and I could press a glass up to the wall and listen.

I'd done that before.

"Good evening. What can I get you?"

The barman greeted an elegant couple who had just walked in. He was tall and slim with dark hair and she a brunette with bright red lipstick and high heels.

Swirling my drink in its crystal glass, I watched them order white wine and then take a seat in the window. As she sat, candlelight flickering over her face, she looked at me, a long lingering look that had me shifting in my seat. It was as if she could see right through me, into me, and knew my seedy intentions while staying at Grenville Manor.

I swallowed and bit my bottom lip, dragging my attention away from the fact he'd rested his hand on her thigh beneath the table. That was the sort of secret touch I enjoyed noticing. Others didn't see, but I did.

To my surprise, another couple walked in. Equally elegant, he was a little broader, his dark eyebrows heavy, and he scanned the room as though always on alert.

Military maybe?

She wore a tight red dress with a leopard print belt and all three businessmen paused and turned her way.

Things were getting interesting here.

After ordering wine, they walked past me, the scent of perfume wafting with them, and sat with the other couple in the window seat.

I was surprised because they hadn't acknowledged each other initially, but now here they were, a foursome—one hell of a sexy foursome. All long, toned limbs and sweet skin. I'd bet the guys had huge cocks, and the girls had tight pussies.

The barman was suddenly at my side. He set down a bowl of pistachio nuts.

I cleared my throat and rid an image of the four guests in the window seat suddenly naked and fucking on the table, wine spilling, the chairs tipping over. "Thank you," I said to the barman.

He said nothing and walked over to the couple with the champagne.

"So we should go to the room when we've finished this drink." The tall, lean guy said. "I don't think I can wait while we have two drinks."

"Charlie, are you always this impatient?" the red dress girl said coyly.

"When you show up looking like that, Lovita, yes, I am." He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "Dan told me you were hot, but not that you were cock-achingly sexy. I'm struggling not to rip of your clothes and start right now."

She giggled, the sound tinkling toward me.

My ears perked up. What the heck was going on? They'd met up here with a plan? A plan to…? No, I couldn't be that lucky.

I pretended to study the nuts with great concentration, poking around in them.

"And Venera," the petite blonde woman said, Lovita, yes, that was her name. "I adore the shade of your lipstick." She touched the tip of her finger to the lips of the woman sitting next to her. "It complements your skin tone perfectly."

"It will soon be messed up," the big guy, Dan, said, then bit on his bottom lip.

"Oh yeah?" Venera said, raising her eyebrows at him. "Is that right?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna smudge it with my cock." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he stared at her intently.

I also swallowed and beat down a wave of heat in my groin. Damn it, my cock was getting hard. How had I gotten so lucky? I could just hear their conversation and it had thrown my imagination into overdrive.

"We should…" Charlie drained his wine and banged the glass on the table a little harder than was necessary. "Room one hundred and thirty awaits."

"Oh, is that a suite?" Venera asked.

"Of course, baby." He grinned a sinful smile that seemed to suggest all the devilish things he was planning on doing in that suite.

Room one hundred and thirty. Where was that? I took my key card out. Room forty-six. Damn, that was nowhere near. How could it be?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the group stand. Lovita giggled at something Dan said, and Charlie took hold of Venera's hand. Ohh, it was hotting up already. They were clearly gagging for it and desperate to get each other naked.

I had so many questions. Was this their first time partner swapping with anyone? How did Dan and Charlie know each other? Would the girls kiss and touch each other, too? That was one of my ultimate fantasies. Hell yeah.

I ducked my head as they went past me in a whirlwind of barely restrained lust, testosterone and eagerness. Then, as they went through to the lobby, I finished my drink in one big mouthful.

Rushing to the bar, I waited impatiently as the barman served beardy businessman three lagers, then quickly I signed my whisky to my room. I was eager to follow. I didn't want to lose them. If it took me ages to find them I might miss the action and that disappointment would be a punch to my guts.

As it was, they'd gone from the lobby and a bite of disappointment nipped at me. But then I saw the elevator stop on the third floor. Quickly I strode to the stairs, rushing past an urn of peonies that must have cost a week of my wages. I took the steps quickly, my cock at a semi now. If I could just get a glimpse of them tumbling into the room with clothes already coming off, I would be a happy voyeur. And then… if they got straight to it and the suite wasn't too big, maybe I could hear them from the door too. Listen to the moans and groans, the slap of flesh on flesh, the cries for more and the demands for deeper, harder, faster.

"Oh fuck," I muttered, pressing my palm against my hardening cock as I rushed past level two. The stairs were carpeted, and heavy-framed portraits hung on the wall, olden-day people who would no doubt be horrified at my obsession with watching.

Finally, I reached level three. I looked left and right. All was quiet. They'd moved quickly. The room in front was ninety-nine, and to the right of it, one hundred. I took off to the right at speed, but not too fast, I didn't want to be caught running like a loony along the darkened corridors.

It took a few minutes but then, there it was in front of me. An end room around a sharp bend, so yes, a suite, one with magnificent countryside views if my sense of direction was accurate.

But what view was I about to get? A writhing, naked, sweaty view if my luck was in.

I swallowed, my throat dry and the whisky still hot on my tongue. Excitement ran like lava in my veins and my balls tightened. What I was about to do was wrong but oh so right.

But what harm was I doing?

None whatsoever.

And then I saw it. A lock. An old-fashioned lock. This room wasn't accessed with a key card like mine, it seemed the tucked away, luxury suites were different. And that lock…was that…a keyhole? Yes. It was. A buttery glow was coming from it. Light on the other side of the room was shining into the dark corridor. Not only would I be able to hear I'd be able to see into the room.

I almost came in my pants at the thought.

I had an urge to rush to it and drop to my knees but reigned in my eagerness and walked softly. If I made a noise, raced, and they heard me, it would all be over.

With my heart thudding and my zipper pressing onto my erection, I reached the door. For a moment, I paused and listened. What could I hear?

A giggle. A gasp. "Oh…oh…" Gentle moans of need that sang like birdsong into my kinky ears.

I closed my eyes. This was all my birthdays, and Christmases come at once. They hadn't waited around. They'd got straight down to it.

I got straight down to it too. I folded onto my knees, my palms on the door and the wall and peered through the lock.

My breath hitched, my belly clenched, and I swear a drip of pre-cum leaked onto my boxers.

I'd been right. They had wasted no time, and from my vantage point, I had the best view of my life.

They were all naked, the dim lights caressing their perfect skin and every dip and curve of their bodies. Charlie stood to the left of a soft brown leather sofa, his thick, long cock riding in and out of Lovita's hairless pussy.

If I'd just seen that, it would have stoked my fantasies for years to come. But there was more. Venera was on her hands and knees on the sofa, tugging at Dan's boxers as though hungry for her first taste of his cock.

And as hungry as she was for Dan's cock, Lovita was hungry for Venera. She was pulling at her sinfully small pair of knickers as Charlie fucked her.

"Oh God," I murmured, shoving my hands into my trousers and fisting my cock at the sight of the erotic foursome sex scene before me. There was no way I couldn't touch myself while I watched this. It would be seriously frowned upon if I was caught, but I'd take the risk. And it was a calculated risk, this part of the hotel was quiet, and the guests were in their room now, right.

Dan's boxers were gone, and Venera had wasted no time drawing him into her mouth and wrapping her voluptuous lips around his hard shaft.

He moaned, tipped his head back and pulled her hair up onto the top of her head, controlling her movements as he swung in and out of her.

She moaned though I wasn't sure if it was because of his dominant hold or the fact that Lovita had buried her face in Venera's pussy.

I pulled my lips in on themselves, imagining the flavours in both girls' mouths. Hot hard cock and wet silken pussy. God, that must be good.

Charlie upped his speed and distracted Lovita from working on Venera. She moaned and stared up at him, her body grinding against his and her sweet little breasts jiggling with each of his pounds into her.

"Fuck yeah, do her like that; it's what she likes," Dan said hoarsely as he swung his hips for Venera's mouth. "Don't you, baby?"

"Fuck yeah," she gasped. "Like that. Hard, fast, don't stop, Charlie. You're so good at that, and…yes…just there…don't stop."

"Not stopping." Charlie gritted his teeth. "God, your pussy is so tight."

I gripped myself, imagining her tight pussy around my cock. So wet and taut, her eager body urging me on.

Venera's breasts were pressing on the arm of the sofa as she sucked on Dan's cock. He slid his hand down the arch of her back and to the cleft of her ass, right to her asshole.

My own asshole clenched. His hands were so big, his fingers inquisitive. What if he probed there? Would he? Would she like it?

The slap of flesh on flesh, Charlie upping the pace as he fucked Lovita. Her panting moans were shoved from her as his hips swung. He found her clit and rubbed it wildly, and her body tensed. For a moment, she seemed to be held hostage by pleasure, and then she let it burst from her in a loud wail.

He stooped and found her mouth in a heated kiss as he cupped her breasts.

"Good girl," Dan said, his eyes flashing. "You let him make you come like that lots of times. It's what I promised him."

"I will." She was breathless, her mouth slack. "Oh…yes…more. More for us all." She turned her head and buried her face in Venera's pussy again.

I could see her slick tongue probing and her fingers pumping into her.

Venera moaned and bucked back for more.

I pulled at my zipper, glad that I hadn't worn a belt and pulled my cock free. The relief was instant, and I gripped it in my fist and worked it from root to tip, holding in a moan as I did so. These four hotel guests were my dream come true and I hoped this was just the start of my show.

Venera upped her enthusiasm on Dan's cock, and he hissed in a breath and locked his knees.

He was close, so close.

So was I.

"I want to taste you," Dan said, pulling his cock from Venera's mouth. "Sit on the sofa."

She did as he'd asked, legs wide, glistening pussy spread my way.

"Oh fuck," I muttered as the pressure in my cock became almost too much to contain. I would come, watching this, but not yet. A few more delicious seconds of watching. Please.

A sudden panic came over me and I turned around and faced the corridor. But all was as it had been quiet, shadowed, no one there.

I turned back to the keyhole and the orgy unfolding.

"So pretty," Dan said, kneeling before Venera. "Time for me to start making you come."

"I want to come with your cock inside me. It's so big," she said, biting her lips and batting her eyelashes. "Bigger than I'd dared to hope all this week."

"I'm not going to say no." Dan gave a deep chuckle. "Ride me, sweetheart." He lay on the ground, an impressive erection sticking straight up.

Venera looked like that cat that had the cream as she straddled him, her pussy kissing the tip of his cock. Then she sank low onto it. Slowly, savouring every inch.

When he was almost at full depth, he gripped her waist and bucked upward.

Her gasp of delight had my balls packing up tight into my body. My skin was tingling. Sweat peppered my top lip and beneath my arms.

Her breast moved so beautifully, and Lovita clasped them as Charlie fucked her.

They were a twisting mass of achingly beautiful, muscular young bodies, grinding, thrusting, touching and rubbing. The orgasms were flowing, cries for more and gasps of erotic delight punctuating the slap of bodies. Hands were everywhere, grasping and exploring. It was a beautiful dance of lust and satisfaction.

Lovita found Venera's clit, and while Charlie fucked her, she had Venera coming again.

"That's it, yes…" Dan gasped the excitement in his tone palpable.

My eyes were wide, and my heart was beating at a wild pace. They all seemed to be coming now. The air in the room was thick with ecstasy. I could smell it, feel it. I was living it.

And then I was coming too. The pressure in my cock had to release. I braced myself against the door with my free hand and held my breath.

As the first spurt filled my palm, I didn't blink. I kept on watching, staring. The image of two cocks driving into two wet horny pussies was my heaven, my nirvana. I held in a cry of bliss by biting on my bottom lip. I tasted blood. But that just added to my pleasure, and I clamped my ass cheeks together as another rope of cum left my cock. There was more, and as the two women kissed while the men fucked them, my last spurt of release was almost my undoing. My spine was weak my breaths hard to catch.

They were so hot, the ultimate wank fodder. And they'd just fuelled my voyeurism to stratospheric levels. Now I knew I couldn't be saved. I was well and truly hooked. I liked watching it more than I liked being a part of it. It was my make up, who I was. And I was never going to apologise or go to meetings to be weaned off.

I loved to look. It was in the very core of my DNA. I was an eternal voyeur.