Fic, Stargate SG-1, Staying at a Hotel, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, NC-17, 4/4
"Do you have the key-card so I can open your door for you?" Martouf asks.
I ponder this for a moment. "Yes...in my left front pocket. I think." I try to get my hand down in it, but that means I can't use it support myself against the door. "Uh, can you get it for me?"
"I... yes, of course."
He puts his hand down my pocket, I gasp at the pleasure of the feeling. What's wrong with me?
He fishes out the key-card and unlocks the door, smiling his cute shy smile and blushing a little. I desperately feel like kissing him. I wonder if he would agree to come with me into my room for a little while...or for the night... I am feeling really horny, and he looks so adorable.
I smile at him. "Would you like to come in and...eh, talk for a little while?" Actually...didn't we agree to go somewhere else and talk - and kiss? Wasn't that why we left the bar? My thoughts are a bit fuzzy, but I think so.
"Yes, I would like that a lot. We both would." Martouf say.
We go inside and I close the door. I look at him for a moment, trying to gauge his interest. Does he like me? As more than a friend, I mean? I think so - it sure felt that way when he kissed me. I decide to take the chance and hope he doesn't think I am going too far.
"Martouf...sweetie..." I smile at him, and take both his hands in mine. I pull him closer, while we look into each others eyes.
We kiss, and it is wonderful, even more so than in the bar, because there are no one around but us...three. I push Martouf up against the wall and start to slide my hand over his gorgeous body. He gasps and tear at my shirt. He gets his hand up under it, and the feeling of his hand against my naked skin is fantastic. I whip the shirt off and kiss him again, then pull at his clothing.
"Samantha...you're sure you want..."
"Yes! I want you!" I tell him, putting my hand on the large bulge in his pants and squeeze. "I want you very much!"
He nods, and looks at my bra, then place a hand on each breast and knead them through my bra. I gasp and close my eyes. It feels great. It doesn't take him long to figure out how to open it and take it off me, and then he fills his hands with my naked breasts. The feeling is intense, and even more so when he rub my very sensitive nipples.
I reach out and try to unbutton his pants, my hands shaking. I get the belt open first, then the buttons. It's like unwrapping gifts at Christmas! Martouf does not help me or try to stop me, but just lets me take off his clothing. I pull his pants down, and see they have given him some white tight underpants. Did he chose them or was that what they gave him on the base, with the uniform? I am intrigued, but do not ask.
I pull his pants down, but can't get them off due to his boots. When I kneel to untie them, I am captivated by the bulge in his underpants. I stare at it transfixed for a moment, then force myself to continue what I started on, getting his boots and pants off. Martouf kicks the boots off as soon as they are untied, and steps out of his pants, then looks down at me with baited breath.
I slide my hands over his stomach, and up under the shirt, noticing his hard shaft is peeking out at the top of his underpants. My heart is beating faster as I slide my hands over his cock, squeezing it through his underwear. Martouf groans and squeezes his eyes shut, but does not do anything else.
I smile and pulls his underpants down, and his shaft springs free of the confinement. It is pointing almost straight up, despite the size, so hard is it. I wrap my hand around it - as much as I can - and lick my lips. I lean in and place a soft kiss at the tip, making Martouf gasp. I then lick from the base to the tip, and take the head into my mouth, sucking on it.
I get no further, because suddenly Martouf grabs my arms and pulls me up and kiss him passionately. He has my jeans unbuttoned and down around my feet in seconds, and then his eyes flash. I am unsure if Lantash just took control now, or if he was the one pulling me up to a standing position, but I don't really care. I am intrigued and aroused at thought of having sex with either and both of them - and Lantash is very passionate...
I kick off my shoes and jeans as Lantash push me down on the bed. He kisses me with a fiery passion, then scatters kisses down to my breasts, sucking on each of the nipples until they are hard. He moves further down to my stomach, kissing it, then reaching the hem on my panties he stands and pulls them off me.
He grabs my feet and pull me to the edge of the bed, kneeling before me and placing a hot kiss between my legs. I gasp as he spreads my folds and starts lapping at my clit. He thrusts one finger into me, slowly fucking me with it, then ads another, while keeping up his pleasuring of my most sensitive spot. It is wonderful! Heaven! He knows exactly how to bring me the most pleasure!
Lantash looks up and smiles at me, a self-assured expression on his face mingling with arousal. "Come for me, Samantha... come my beautiful beloved!"
Soon I am trashing from a powerful orgasm, screaming Lantash's name and Martouf's. My pussy is still tingling from the climax when Lantash lies on me and thrusts his large, hard cock into me.
The sensation is... fantastic! He is filling me, stretching me, bringing me pleasure beyond what I thought possible, as he starts to fuck me. I have just come, but I am already close again.
"Lantash... oh, god, yes! I'm... I'm going to come..." I arch my body against him, wanting only to be closer. "Fuck me, fuck me hard!"
He makes a hoarse sound and kiss me passionately, before starting to thrust into me with abandon. I cry out and come, even harder than I did a short while ago, consciousness almost escaping me in the throes of my climax.
Lantash slams into me one more time, and comes hard in me. I feel his hot seed spurting into me, heightening my pleasure.
I don't know how long has passed when I return so much to reality that I can smile at him and give him a kiss.
"I trust it was acceptable?" Lantash smiles, naughty and pleased with himself, but also very clearly very happy.
"Yes, it was wonderful." I smile at him and kiss him again. "You naughty rascal!"
"Does that mean we may mate with you again soon?"
"Absolutely! I would never turn the two of you down! Not when you are so skilled!" I yawn. "But first I need some sleep. Maybe... later tonight?"
"Certainly. We are hoping you are willing to repeat this several times more before morning."
I grin, fearing I will be tired tomorrow. Tired, but happy and well satisfied. "I think that can be arranged."
We kiss, and then go to sleep. I feel certain I will dream pleasant dreams!
I ponder this for a moment. "Yes...in my left front pocket. I think." I try to get my hand down in it, but that means I can't use it support myself against the door. "Uh, can you get it for me?"
"I... yes, of course."
He puts his hand down my pocket, I gasp at the pleasure of the feeling. What's wrong with me?
He fishes out the key-card and unlocks the door, smiling his cute shy smile and blushing a little. I desperately feel like kissing him. I wonder if he would agree to come with me into my room for a little while...or for the night... I am feeling really horny, and he looks so adorable.
I smile at him. "Would you like to come in and...eh, talk for a little while?" Actually...didn't we agree to go somewhere else and talk - and kiss? Wasn't that why we left the bar? My thoughts are a bit fuzzy, but I think so.
"Yes, I would like that a lot. We both would." Martouf say.
We go inside and I close the door. I look at him for a moment, trying to gauge his interest. Does he like me? As more than a friend, I mean? I think so - it sure felt that way when he kissed me. I decide to take the chance and hope he doesn't think I am going too far.
"Martouf...sweetie..." I smile at him, and take both his hands in mine. I pull him closer, while we look into each others eyes.
We kiss, and it is wonderful, even more so than in the bar, because there are no one around but us...three. I push Martouf up against the wall and start to slide my hand over his gorgeous body. He gasps and tear at my shirt. He gets his hand up under it, and the feeling of his hand against my naked skin is fantastic. I whip the shirt off and kiss him again, then pull at his clothing.
"Samantha...you're sure you want..."
"Yes! I want you!" I tell him, putting my hand on the large bulge in his pants and squeeze. "I want you very much!"
He nods, and looks at my bra, then place a hand on each breast and knead them through my bra. I gasp and close my eyes. It feels great. It doesn't take him long to figure out how to open it and take it off me, and then he fills his hands with my naked breasts. The feeling is intense, and even more so when he rub my very sensitive nipples.
I reach out and try to unbutton his pants, my hands shaking. I get the belt open first, then the buttons. It's like unwrapping gifts at Christmas! Martouf does not help me or try to stop me, but just lets me take off his clothing. I pull his pants down, and see they have given him some white tight underpants. Did he chose them or was that what they gave him on the base, with the uniform? I am intrigued, but do not ask.
I pull his pants down, but can't get them off due to his boots. When I kneel to untie them, I am captivated by the bulge in his underpants. I stare at it transfixed for a moment, then force myself to continue what I started on, getting his boots and pants off. Martouf kicks the boots off as soon as they are untied, and steps out of his pants, then looks down at me with baited breath.
I slide my hands over his stomach, and up under the shirt, noticing his hard shaft is peeking out at the top of his underpants. My heart is beating faster as I slide my hands over his cock, squeezing it through his underwear. Martouf groans and squeezes his eyes shut, but does not do anything else.
I smile and pulls his underpants down, and his shaft springs free of the confinement. It is pointing almost straight up, despite the size, so hard is it. I wrap my hand around it - as much as I can - and lick my lips. I lean in and place a soft kiss at the tip, making Martouf gasp. I then lick from the base to the tip, and take the head into my mouth, sucking on it.
I get no further, because suddenly Martouf grabs my arms and pulls me up and kiss him passionately. He has my jeans unbuttoned and down around my feet in seconds, and then his eyes flash. I am unsure if Lantash just took control now, or if he was the one pulling me up to a standing position, but I don't really care. I am intrigued and aroused at thought of having sex with either and both of them - and Lantash is very passionate...
I kick off my shoes and jeans as Lantash push me down on the bed. He kisses me with a fiery passion, then scatters kisses down to my breasts, sucking on each of the nipples until they are hard. He moves further down to my stomach, kissing it, then reaching the hem on my panties he stands and pulls them off me.
He grabs my feet and pull me to the edge of the bed, kneeling before me and placing a hot kiss between my legs. I gasp as he spreads my folds and starts lapping at my clit. He thrusts one finger into me, slowly fucking me with it, then ads another, while keeping up his pleasuring of my most sensitive spot. It is wonderful! Heaven! He knows exactly how to bring me the most pleasure!
Lantash looks up and smiles at me, a self-assured expression on his face mingling with arousal. "Come for me, Samantha... come my beautiful beloved!"
Soon I am trashing from a powerful orgasm, screaming Lantash's name and Martouf's. My pussy is still tingling from the climax when Lantash lies on me and thrusts his large, hard cock into me.
The sensation is... fantastic! He is filling me, stretching me, bringing me pleasure beyond what I thought possible, as he starts to fuck me. I have just come, but I am already close again.
"Lantash... oh, god, yes! I'm... I'm going to come..." I arch my body against him, wanting only to be closer. "Fuck me, fuck me hard!"
He makes a hoarse sound and kiss me passionately, before starting to thrust into me with abandon. I cry out and come, even harder than I did a short while ago, consciousness almost escaping me in the throes of my climax.
Lantash slams into me one more time, and comes hard in me. I feel his hot seed spurting into me, heightening my pleasure.
I don't know how long has passed when I return so much to reality that I can smile at him and give him a kiss.
"I trust it was acceptable?" Lantash smiles, naughty and pleased with himself, but also very clearly very happy.
"Yes, it was wonderful." I smile at him and kiss him again. "You naughty rascal!"
"Does that mean we may mate with you again soon?"
"Absolutely! I would never turn the two of you down! Not when you are so skilled!" I yawn. "But first I need some sleep. Maybe... later tonight?"
"Certainly. We are hoping you are willing to repeat this several times more before morning."
I grin, fearing I will be tired tomorrow. Tired, but happy and well satisfied. "I think that can be arranged."
We kiss, and then go to sleep. I feel certain I will dream pleasant dreams!