Did you realise you were the prey in a hunt? Did you care? Was that part of the attraction, the reason you let yourself be caught? Sal and I were feeling reckless. It was the last night of our holiday and we’d been good, so good. We’d stuck to our promise to be there for each other, to make it a girls only holiday. Two weeks of giggly drunken nights, flirting with any guy that came near, but heading back to the hotel without company. It had been great, a chance to live again after two disastrous relationships. We were free and had no intention of being caught again quickly. But it was our last night, and we decided to treat ourselves. One problem… one room and one bed. Would it go to the girl who got lucky first? Not fair. If one got laid, we both got laid. Only one solution… one room, one bed, one guy, two girls…

Sal and I couldn’t be more different in appearance. She is tall and blonde, I am small and dark. We’re both straight, but in lean times, when men are proving elusive, we have been known to indulge in a little girl play to relieve the tension. Tonight we’re both after the same thing – a man with a pulse, a sense of humour and a hard on, who doesn’t mind sharing himself around. We didn’t think it would be difficult.

We spotted you after a couple of hours. You were standing alone at the bar supping a pint looking miserable. You were with some mates, but they were all having fun groping the girls on the dance floor. You watched, but didn’t join in.

Sal saw you first and pointed you out. She didn’t need to ask if you were the one. She knows my taste too well, and you were my idea of heaven, dressed in black with long blond hair. You needed cheering up.

The bar was crowded. Sal squeezed up against you trying to get served. Subtle as a sledgehammer, but she wanted to be noticed after all. She waved her money in the direction of the barman who ignored her. I stepped in close to you both and flashed you a smile.

“I think my friend is having trouble. Would you be a gentleman and get the drinks in? Get one yourself.”

You looked flustered at first, but plucked the note from Sal’s hand. We retired to a table in the corner until you emerged with your hands full of garish cocktails.

You weren’t allowed to escape and after a few more exotic concoctions the three of us were cuddled up on a sofa in a dark corner. Sal and I both noticed the gold wedding band, but scruples weren’t high on our list of concerns. We just needed to know you were up for some no strings fun.

You kissed me deeply and fondled my breasts. You couldn’t keep your hands off them, pinching the nipples through my thin top till they stood out hard as pebbles.

Sal snuggled up on your other side and twined her fingers through mine. With joined hands we caressed your cock through your jeans, bringing you to fullness. Sal would have gone down on you there and then but you weren’t that brave. We headed back to the hotel.

Once in our room Sal raided the mini bar. She drizzled Baileys over my tits and began to lick it off slowly while you undressed. You lay on the bed watching the sticky liquid run over my erect nipples, and her pink tongue caressing the dribbles away. A trickle ran down between my breasts, over my belly towards the dark fuzz that covered my mound.

I lay back on the bed beside you as Sal’s tongue chased it downwards. If your hard on had subsided at all on the journey to the room, it throbbed anew now as you anticipated what was to come. Sal didn’t disappoint us. Her tongue slipped expertly into my wet slit, stroking my pussy lips and licking the sweet mix of Baileys and cunt juices.

You lay on your side, your cock tantalisingly close to my mouth watching Sal suck and nibble my clit. I could see the purple head was shiny and wet. I licked it and it twitched appreciatively.

“Suck me.” You whispered.

I let you push the tip between my lips until my mouth was full of you. I teased you by swirling my tongue over and around, seeking out the most sensitive spots that made you jerk and groan. As Sal increased the pleasurable sensations down below I sucked and moaned around your cock, whisking away the traces of pre-cum that leaked from you. You pulled away too soon for me. I wanted you to come in my mouth at the same time I came on Sal’s face, but just as my orgasm flooded over me you withdrew and moved behind her.

I heard her gasp as you entered her. Her eyes were closed and she cried out as you gripped her hips and thrust deep into her cunt from behind. I knew she loved to be taken that way. I watched her tits bounce as she braced herself against the bed, pushing back onto your cock as you slammed into her. Lucky bitch.

I wanted you to fuck me instead but I knew my turn would come and I was feeling horny all over again. Her breath came in short gasps. She was always more vocal than me, and the slutty dirty words she panted out turned me on even more than watching alone. She screamed when she came, and I nearly finger fucked myself to ecstasy at the same time, but I wanted you inside me when I came again.

She collapsed on the bed, but you were as hard as ever. Perfect. I pushed you down onto your back and straddled you, sliding hot and wet to the hilt, then began to rock on you, grinding my clit against your fingers that probed between my parted thighs.

Sal wouldn’t be left out. She straddled your legs behind me and fondled my tits, kissing my neck and biting on my shoulders, matching our rocking motion. It was too much. You arched against me, thrusting upwards and spunking into my hot hole, just as my inner muscles clenched on you like a vice.

We were all exhausted and fell asleep in a tangle of limbs on the huge bed. Sal and I got what we wanted, but we were in no hurry to move you on. A repeat performance in the morning wasn’t out of the question if you were up for it.