So I’m sitting at the bar, the only unattached female in the place, and in walks this bullet headed guy. I know at first sight he’s not my type. Buzz haircut, muscular, and ram rod straight. Looks like law enforcement or security. Mr. Bullet Head makes a bee line for me. He takes the seat next to me, orders a drink, and gives me that once over that says he thinks I’m a hooker. This is why avoid hotel bars. The places just crawl with businessmen looking to get laid on the expense account, and assuming every unescorted woman they see is a prostitute. I’m waiting for one of the usual come on lines, when the guy cuts right to the chase.

“You a pro?” He asks.

I mean, how crass? Maybe he thinks because I'm Latina that he can drop all pretense of respect. I want to call him a racist pig, but instead tell him I’m waiting to meet with my boyfriend.

Without saying another word, Mr. Bullet Head moves off to scout the rest of the room.

Then a guy comes in who really catches my eye. Tall, trim, blond hair cut just to the top of his ears, blue eyes, and wearing a very tasteful business suit. He looks carefully around the room. Apparently not seeing who he’s looking for, he steps up to the bar next to my seat, and orders a white wine. He doesn’t take a seat.

“That seat’s not taken, if you want to sit.” I said, not wanting to let this one get away.

“Thanks.” He says, smiling at me as he sits down.

“Maria Contreras”, I say. “I sell process control equipment for Perkin-Elmer.” I hand him my business card.

We chatted . His name is Mike. He’s an auditor, in town going over the books of one if his firm’s divisions. We have a lot in common. Both in our late twenties. Both single. Both like the same kind of music. Best of all, he looks me in the eyes and holds his gaze there, instead of glancing at my tits all the time. This is feeling good.

“Want to move to a booth?” I ask. I’m ready to go to the next level.

“Actually, I’m waiting to meet someone.” He said, smiling nervously. “He may not show though.”

“That’s fine.” I said. Disappointed, but glad he wasn’t waiting to meet a girl.

“What the heck.” He says. “Let’s take the booth over there. I’ll see my friend when he comes in.”

We sat and talked for another hour or so. Every so often Mike would glance at the door, then at his watch. I was starting to wish he’d look at my tits. I do have a nice rack. And my long black hair contrasts nicely with the red dress I was wearing.

“What time do you expect your friend?” I asked.

“About forty minutes ago.” He replied, glancing again at his watch, then the door. “I think he’s stood me up.”

“Do you have a plan B for tonight?”

“No. Not really.” He sighed and looked into his empty wine glass.

I was ready for a bold move. I knew he had to be getting as hot as I was. If he wouldn’t take the initiative, I would.

“Want to invite a girl up to your room?” I looked at him with my most seductive bedroom eyes.

“No Maria. I’m sorry. I can’t do that.”

“WHAT?!” I blurted a little too loud.

He stared at me, blinking.

“I mean, why? Why not? Men find me very attractive. You don’t?” I was pissed. I’m used to getting what I want from men.

“It’s not that you’re not attractive. You are, and I enjoy your company very much. But I’m gay. I can’t get it up for a woman. I’m hot for men.”

I wanted to scream “SHIT!”, but I took a deep breath; sipped my drink. I started thinking of ways to put a hurt on this guy. Men just don’t turn down my advances. In fact, I’m used to them going a little crazy over me. I know I'm the hottest prospect this guy has ever seen.

“You have never had sex with a woman?” I asked.

“Not regular, missionary style sex. I’ve gone down on a woman before. But it was when I was in college, and having a thing with a married couple in my apartment building. It was mainly her husband I had sex with. My dick never touched her, or her husband either for that matter.”

“So the husband fucked you, and you licked his wife?” I squirmed to unstick my wet panties. I was hot for this guy. How could he not be hot for me?

“He didn’t fuck me. He fucked her. I sucked his cock, and ate his load out of her.”

“I can’t believe this.” I said, shaking my head. I wanted to shout that THIS IS SO FUCKED! But I said: “All men want me! I want you. How can you not want to do me?”

“It’s not personal. I like you. I really enjoy sitting and talking with you, but I don’t want to have sex with you,” Mike said.

“Bullshit!” I said. I knew this guy was just blowing me off. I wanted to call his bluff. “So you’d rather suck some guy’s cock than nail my sweet ass to the bed?”

“That is the size of it, Maria. I’m sorry, but that’s how I’m wired.” Mike replied. “I should go now.”

“No, wait,” I said. Mr. Bullet HHead had just come back into the bar. “I’d love to watch while you suck a cock. Would you suck off that guy at the bar and let me watch?” I asked, waving in the direction of Bullet Head.

“Sure. I could do that.”

“Wait here.” I said, getting up from the table. “I’ll talk to him.”

Bullet Head was still on the prowl, and wasn’t hard to convince to have a little three way with me and my boyfriend. There were some conditions. First he really wanted to dick me. And he wanted an around the world, and didn’t care who provided it. I told him I didn’t do things like that, but maybe Mike would. I’d talk to Mike and let Bullet Head know if we had a deal.

I went back to the booth. I wasn’t sure what an ‘around the world’ was, but Mike did. He said it involved a little ass licking, and he was OK with it.

“You suck cock, and lick ass?” This was beyond me. I’d never even considered doing either. But was intrigued by the idea of watching Mike do it. He explained he had done that for men, as well as the wife in the three way thing he’d had in college. Said she loved him to tongue her butt while the husband made it with her.

So I gave Bullet Head the high sign, and he joined us in the booth. He sat a little too close to me for my comfort. We talked, and decided to do the thing in Mike’s room. I wasn’t about to bring two strange men into my room. Bullet Head had a red eye out of town in a few hours, and had already checked out of the hotel.

The guys were naked, and on the floor of Mike’s room. I stripped down to my panties, and sat on the edge of the bed, with the guys at my feet. I had a great view of the action. Mike had an OK body, nothing special. Bullet Head was hung like a horse, and had muscles like a gorilla. Turns out he was a fitness trainer. Not a cop.

Bullet Head was on his belly, and Mike was eating out his ass with gusto. The sight of it turned me on. My panties were wet. On impulse, I stood up, put my foot on the back of Mike’s head, and pushed his face deep between Bullet Head’s ass cheeks. The guys groaned, and I almost had an orgasm. I stood there pumping my foot into the back of Mike’s head, listening to him slurp ass. It excited me a lot knowing I had control over when Mike could breathe.

When the around the world was done, Bullet Head sat up on the floor and leaned back against the bed. Mike positioned himself on his belly, between Bullet Head’s legs. I sat on the bed and watched Mike struggle to deep throat that massive shaft. I wanted that shaft inside me.

“Give us a hand here, baby.” Bullet Head said, taking my hand. He guided me around so I was on my knees, straddling his hips. He started caressing my tits. It felt wonderful.

“Oh yeah baby!” He moaned. “I’m gonna do you next.”

I sat down on the back of Mike’s head. I heard Mike gag a little when my weight buried the cock deep in his throat. The pressure against my clit almost made me cum. My panties were soaked.

“Ahhhhh!” Bullet groaned when his cock bottomed out in Mike’s throat. “That’s the ticket honey. More of that.”

By going up on my knees, then sitting back down on Mike’s head, I was forcing Bullet’s cock in and out of Mike's throat. The pressure of Mikes head on my pussy made me cum. At the same time Bullet hugged me tight and I felt him shudder as we both had an orgasm. Mike was working hard to swallow the load. I sat down hard, grinding my crotch into Mikes head. It was a great orgasm. My panties were dripping.

Bullet and I embraced, enjoying our mutual satisfaction. Mike started to squirm under my weight.

“Better let you friend have a breath, darling.” Bullet whispered in my ear.

I lifted back up on my knees, then rolled over, sitting next to Bullet. Mike pulled back from Bullet’s already flaccid cock, coughing and breathing hard.

“You trying to kill me girl?” Mike asked with a raspy voice.

“Not yet.” I thought.

Mike was laying on his side between Bullet’s ample thighs. His cock was anything but flaccid. It was erect and throbbing.

“Don’t waste that.” Bullet said to Mike. “Give the lady some joy with it.”

I was shocked at the look of revulsion that came over Mike’s face.

“I don’t do women.” Mike growled. His cock withered at the thought.

Twice in one night this fag has rejected me, I thought. I would make him pay, but first I wanted more pleasure. I was hungry to have Bullet in my vagina. And I wanted Mike’s tongue in my ass.

“Make him hard for me.” I ordered Mike, pushing his face against Bullet’s limp cock.

Mike didn’t hesitate. He went to work as I’d ordered him, licking and sucking. My sense of power made me hot all over again. I pulled close to Bullet, nibbling his ear, and whispered that I wanted his cock to fill me up.

Soon we were in ‘girl sandwich’ position on the floor. Mike was the bottom with me laying on top of him, his mouth pressed between my butt cheeks. As soon as Bullet lay on top and entered me, Mike started reaming my anus with his tongue. It all felt so damned good I squealed like a little girl.

Bullet hammered my vagina. I felt so hot inside. Mike had his tongue all the way up my asshole. I opened as wide as I could and pushed my ass into his face to help him in. I wailed in ecstasy the whole time.

It took Bullet forever to squirt this second time. But I loved having him in me. I had never had such intense orgasms, or so many. I felt every one from my neck, down my spine and legs, all the way to my toes.

By the time Bullet's hot juices finally exploded in me, I was a limp, worn out rag doll. I think I may have taken a dump in Mike’s mouth, but can’t be sure.

“Share my load with your friend.” Bullet gasped as he pulled out of me and rolled over, exhausted, on the floor.

I sat up on Mikes face, and he gently licked and sucked all the cum from my dripping pussy. I got a mild orgasms from that. The fag got to eat more cum.

Later, after Bullet hastily bailed to catch his flight, Mike and I lay on the bed talking, and sipping some wine we’d scored from the mini-bar.

“What about you?” I asked, gesturing at his dripping erection. “You must be about to explode.”

“I’m OK.” He said. “I’ll whack off a couple times after you leave.”

“Could a girl offer a hand job?” I asked. “No man has ever done to me what you did tonight. I’d really like to return the favor, if you’d let me.”

“I could do that.” His words slurred a little as the Rohypnol I’d slipped him kicked in. I gently stroked his cock, keeping it hard while I waited for the drug to work.

When he was totally out, I used some of his neckties to tie him spread eagle on the bed. I’d stuffed my soaked panties in his mouth as a gag, and tied them in with my pantyhose. Then I sat on the bed watching TV waiting for him to come around fully. I wanted him completely conscious of what I was about to do to him. When he was awake, I pushed one of the freebie hotel pens all the way up his rigid cock. His reaction told me he was completely conscious.

When it was time, I turned the TV to a rerun of the Oprah Winfrey show, picked up the

wine bottle I'd broken over the edge of the bathtub, and I sat full weight on Mike's face.

I went slow with the cutting, holding the broken wine bottle by the neck. I’d cut a little, lift my ass to let him breathe a little, then sit back down and cut some more. He fought hard against his bonds. He struggled for air. He tried to scream, but my panties muffled that down to the volume of a whine. When his struggles became too violent, I jabbed his balls a few times with the broken bottle.

Oprah had interviewed Snooki and the Kardashian Sisters by the time the penis was cut off. Then I stopped letting him breathe. He struggled for a while, then became still. I sat full weight on his face through the rest of Oprah’s show, just to be sure he had suffocated.

I sat on the edge of the bed and masturbated, using the severed cock. It wasn't rock hard, but the pen kept it rigid enough to satisfy me. I finally got what I'd wanted from Mike. A pretty girl always gets what she wants.