The hotel bar in downtown Chicago was softly lit, where conversations mixed with the sound of jazz piano. Cary sat alone on a leather stool near the end of the bar, her martini glass reflecting the light above. The midweek conference had been dull; name tags and bad coffee. There was no spark, no excitement. No one worth seducing.

She wore a low-cut, red mini-skirt that clung to her curves and revealed her dancer’s legs crossed confidently beneath the bar, with fuck-me heels the perfect choice. The open back of her dress hinted at her toned body, her silver hair cut short and brushed in waves. Her D-cup breasts sat high, proud, the neckline daring without apology. She was aware of the occasional glances sent her way. She welcomed them.

Two men caught her eye; a pair seated at a corner booth in the back of the lounge. Both were younger, possibly in their late 40s or early 50s, and athletic. Distinguished in loosened ties and tailored suit jackets. One wore tortoiseshell glasses and carried himself with easy charm. The other had broader shoulders and a grin that seemed to belong to someone who'd always known how to get what he wanted.

Cary smiled to herself, signaling the waitress.

"Send those two gentlemen a round of whatever they're drinking," she said, her voice sultry. "Tell them it's from the lady who’s done with boring conventions."

The drinks were delivered. Their heads turned. They looked her way. Smiled. Toasted her silently.

She didn’t wait for an invitation. Instead, Cary rose from her stool, smoothing the hem of her dress over her thighs. Time slowed.

The room seemed to pause as Cary walked. Her hips swayed rhythmically. Her bare, sculpted legs drew eyes from every direction, the click of her heels mesmerizing. Her dress clung with each movement, her cleavage dipping slightly with each step; her silver hair caught the low light from above. She exuded sensuality, commanding the gaze of the entire bar, but it was the two men at the booth she watched. Their eyes widened, mouths parting, chests rising as if her approach stole their breath away.

She arrived.

"Thank you for the drinks," one of the men said.

Cary smiled, slipping smoothly into the booth between them. "I'm Cary," she said, brushing her hand over each of their thighs as she settled in. "Wrapping up a boring convention. Usually, I find a little fun after hours. This time? Nothing."

"Ray," said the one on her left. "This is Gary. We’re here early for the Northwestern game. Played for the Wildcats back in the day."

"Wide receivers," Gary added, clinking his glass with hers.

Cary smiled. "Receivers, huh? Must have good, soft hands."

Ray leaned in. "Want to find out?"

Cary spread her legs slightly beneath the table. "Right here?"

Their hands moved under the tablecloth. Gary touched her knee first. Ray joined in. Their fingers slid up her inner thighs. Her breath hitched as her already damp panties pressed against her, heat spreading.

She reached under the table herself, her hands landing on two firm, growing bulges. She exhaled a sultry breath. "Soft hands. Hard cocks. What a combination."

Gary whispered, "Want to go somewhere more comfortable?"

"Thought you’d never ask."

Cary stood, one man on each arm.

The three of them moved toward the elevator, Cary nestled between them, hips brushing theirs. Inside, the doors slid shut. The mirrored walls reflected hungry eyes and flushed cheeks. Ray pressed behind her, hands roaming her sides, kissing the nape of her neck. Gary faced her, nibbling her collarbone, his hand sliding up her thigh under her dress.

The suite was tastefully decorated with dim lighting, a king-sized bed, and a view of the city’s skyline. Cary wasted no time. She turned to face them, shedding her shoes, unzipping her dress.

"Tonight," she said, "we’re going to take our time. I’m not in a rush. And I’m not shy. If I want something, I’ll ask."

Ray and Gary nodded, eyes already devouring her curves.

"Strip," she instructed. "Sit on the bed. I want to see, then I want to taste."

They obeyed.

Two big cocks sprang free, Ray’s thick, veined, nine inches; Gary’s slightly smaller, equally mouthwatering eight inches. Cary licked her lips. She was not disappointed.

Cary stood tall in the center of the room. She turned slowly, arms raised, hips swaying. A complete 360-degree view, offering a glimpse of her silhouette. Their cocks twitched.

She lowered one strap of her dress, then the other. Her breasts spilled free, round, full, nipples hard and eager. She cupped them, caressed them, then leaned down to flick her tongue over each.

Her dress fell to the floor. Beneath, a sheer, string bikini thong barely concealed her shaved pussy. She slid the fabric down her legs, revealing everything. Naked, glowing, she stood proudly before them.

"Stroke yourselves," she said. "Let me watch."

They did. Slowly.

Cary knelt.

She leaned into Ray’s cock, her lips parting slowly around his thick shaft. She licked a circle around the head, letting it rest against her tongue, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his arousal. Inch by inch, she took him deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate him. Her eyes locked with his.

With one hand, she pumped Gary’s cock, fingers firm and practiced. Then she switched. Gary's cock met her mouth, and she lavished it with equal care, long, slow licks along the underside, suckling the tip like a ripe piece of fruit. She alternated between them, stroking one as she deep-throated the other. Her moans, teasing them to the edge, then pulling back just in time.

She explored each cock with reverence, dragging her tongue along their length, tracing the veins, sucking one ball at a time. They were groaning, squirming, whispering her name.

"You taste amazing," she whispered. "But now, it’s my turn."

Cary climbed onto the bed, legs open, glistening.

Ray knelt between her thighs and began to eat her slowly, almost worshipfully. His tongue moved with purpose, not just licking, but exploring. He sucked her clit into his mouth, then flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her slick folds. Cary gasped, fisting the sheets, legs trembling as he worked her into a frenzy.

Gary knelt beside her, playing with his shaft. Ray slid two fingers inside her, curling them expertly as his tongue circled her clit.

"I’m close," she panted. "Gary… cum on my tits. Ray... don’t stop..."

Gary groaned, jerking himself with urgency. He exploded across her chest, thick ropes painting her breasts as she screamed through the orgasm, her pussy clenching around Rays’s fingers.

Cary climbed over Gary, straddling his face. "Lick me clean. Suck my pussy until I cum again."

Ray stood. Cary took his cock, jerking, now wild and frenzied. Gary fingered her and sucked her clit from below.

"I’m cumming again…Ray, stroke it, cum all over me!"

He did. Hot, thick, powerful. She rubbed it into her breasts, into her belly, laughing, savoring the mess. Then she fed each of them a taste on her fingers.

They collapsed onto the bed, sated, intertwined.

Cary finally spoke, voice low as she told them of herself. "I like to play at these conventions, a mix of business and pleasure. In Phoenix, I met Brad. Nice cock. Great sex. Colt was in Austin, young buck, and I loved riding him in the cowgirl position."

She turned to the two men.

"You two... are so much bigger. I want to feel you inside me. Deep. Until I cum again and again."

“That might take us a few minutes to… recalibrate,” Ray said with a chuckle, motioning to his still-soft cock under the sheet.

Cary slipped between them, propping herself on the pillows in the middle. The sheet fell casually over her thighs, still naked, her nipples stiff in the cool air. “We’ve got time.”

…

It didn’t take long

Ray stirred first, his body responding before his voice could. His thick, dark shaft was already swelling back to life, the anticipation written all over his face. He lay back across the bed, legs spread, cock rising like a monument.

Cary climbed over him slowly, a predator, a seductress. She didn’t rush. Her knees slid up beside his hips, her thighs glistening, her pussy still flushed and wet from the earlier feast. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and angled him beneath her, eyes never leaving his.

Then, she began to lower herself. Inch by inch, her body took him in, her lips parting around his thick head, her breath catching as his veined shaft pressed deeper into her tight, stretched channel.

“Mmm… oh my god, Ray…” she gasped, grinding her hips downward, slowly impaling herself until she felt the weight of him seated at her deepest point. “You’re filling me up. So big… I can feel every… fucking… inch.”

She began to rock, first slowly, savoring every drag of his cock against her slick inner walls. Ray’s hands found her waist, gripping as she rode him, his hips lifting slightly to meet each downward thrust. Her breasts bounced, full and flushed, nipples taut as she leaned forward, giving him the full view.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Just like that… fuck, you feel amazing…”

Ray groaned, sweat forming at his temples. “Cary… you’re so damn tight… goddamn…”

She increased her pace, now fully riding him, her hips rotating, grinding, thrusting in sync with his rhythm. She leaned back slightly, placing her hands on his thighs for balance, arching her back in a graceful bow that made her breasts jut forward and her pussy clamp even tighter around his shaft.

Gary, stroking himself, moved alongside, his hands finding her nipples, then one dropping to rub her swollen clit.

Ray’s thrusts became deeper, more urgent, each movement sending shudders up her spine. Cary clenched around him, her orgasm building fast and hot, her thighs trembling.

“Don’t stop…right there…just like that…I’m gonna…”

Her words gave way to a scream of pleasure as she exploded around him, her pussy convulsing, her body quaking atop him. Ray moaned, his hips rising hard into her one final time before he came, thick, hot pulses flooding her as he groaned her name.

Cary collapsed on his chest, panting, savoring the aftershocks.

But she wasn’t done.

She rolled off slowly, her legs still twitching from the orgasm, and spread them open wide again. “Gary,” she said, licking her lips, “I want you inside me. Now.”

Gary obeyed. He moved over her, eyes fixed on her open, slick folds as he positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed his thick tip against her entrance, coating himself in her juices, teasing her swollen clit with each nudge.

Cary whimpered, gripping his arms. “Don’t tease… give it to me…”

Gary pressed in, his cock sliding into her slowly, Cary’s eyes fluttering shut as he stretched her all over again. He wasn’t as thick as Ray, but the way he moved, controlled, precise, made her body sing.

He began to thrust, long and smooth, driving into her with a slow, sensual rhythm that made her gasp. He’d almost pull out entirely before pushing back in, his pelvis grinding against her clit every time.

Cary was in bliss, moaning, panting, grabbing at the sheets, at his shoulders, her legs locked around his back. “Yes… oh god, yes… keep going…”

Gary leaned in, kissing her neck, whispering into her ear as he stroked deep inside her, his hips slapping rhythmically against hers.

Her climax built again, hotter, sharper this time, and she clutched him tighter. “Harder, baby…don’t stop…fuck me deeper…make me cum…”

Gary picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming fierce and fast, bodies slapping, slick with sweat. Cary screamed, her orgasm crashing over her in tidal waves as her nails raked down his back.

Gary groaned and thrust deep, his whole body shaking as he emptied himself inside her, the feeling of her pulsing around his cock too much to resist.

They collapsed together, breathless.

And then, silence…satisfied, soaked silence.