The Three Bears
I had my eyes closed while soaking in the hotel hot tub. The convention was over and the rest of the week was mine. Five whole days in the luxury resort and I would only be paying for two nights. Monday was for supervising the packing of the machines and displays. Tuesday was for shipping and Wednesday was a contingency day. Thursday and Friday I pay for. Saturday and Sunday too if get lucky and find some ass to fuck.
I was hit on all during the convention. I was hired to attract people to our booth. I’m tall, kind of muscular, blond hair, sky blue eyes, magnetic personality, and handsome if I do say so myself. I rope them in and turn them over to the guys that up sell so I can pull in a new victim. It may not be fair but too bad.
“Hey Goldilocks,” I heard. He had a deep mellow voice. I slowly opened my eyes and flashed one of my killer smiles before I even focused. “We’re the three bears. “I’m Poppa Bear, to my right is Junior Bear, and to my left is Muscle Bear and we want some of your porridge.
“Call it what it is Poppa,” Muscle Bear said flatly. “We want to fuck his ass.”
“Speak for yourself! I wouldn’t mind riding his big cock,” Junior Bear chuckled.
“Boys, boys, we don’t want to scare Goldilocks off.”
“You just want him to cum all over you and lick it off,” Junior Bear chuckled.
“More like drink his cum,” Muscle Bear grunted.
Poppa Bear threw his head to the left at Muscle Bear.
“Look out he gets rather dominant. Muscle Bear would keep you to himself if we’d allow him. So do you have any hot porridge for us?” Poppa Bear smiled and folded his arms over his big chest.
I stood with my bikini around my knees and my nine inch poker straight hard cock was pointing right at them. I slowly pulled up my suit as I continued the story for them.
“Papa Bear growled, “Someone’s been sleeping in my bed!”
“Someone’s been sleeping in my bed, too,” said the Junior Bear
“Someone’s been sleeping in my bed and he’s still in my bed wanting me to fuck him until next Sunday!” exclaimed Muscle Bear.
“Just then, Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears and he yelled in a soft rather unconvincingly voice.”
“Help!” “Help!” “Help!”
“And Goldilocks jumped up out of the hot tub and ran up to suite 569. Goldilocks opened the door and flipped the night latch so the door wouldn’t lock. And he never let the three bears return to their rooms until he wore out Poppa Bear and Junior Bear. As for Muscle Bear they fucked and fucked and fucked. Goldilocks worshiped his outstandingly perfect muscles and couldn’t get enough of his cock…
And they lived happily ever after.
I jumped out of the hot tub and ran. By Sunday night I almost wore out Muscle Bear too. I might need to take a few more days off of work just to recover from the three bears.
P.S. Muscle Bear keeps calling and calling wanting to know if he can have more porridge.
This is me---Goldilocks