"Oh, so you stayed then ..." she grinned weakly. "And I think you enjoyed that Marthe!"
Henri tore his eyes away from the couple on the bed to look at his wife. Beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead. She was a buxom woman and her breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse as she breathed rapidly. She also had a hand down the front of her skirt between her legs. She leaned across and nibbled her husband's earlobe then whispered something in rapid French. Henri goggled.
"I am a woman of some experience, mademoiselle Susan", Marthe said, "and I think you may need some help in comfortably allowing monsieur to finish. Henri would be happy to assist you."
It was a close contest as to whether Henri or Susan was the more astonished. Marthe gestured to Henri and, when he didn't respond quickly enough, spun him towards her and wrenched down his pants. He was erect of course and a few wet stains showed on his dark trunks. She tugged them down too and his member sprung free. It was not as large as what was currently buried within her, but it was a very respectable size indeed.
Henri shrugged and grinned at Susan.
"Well, Miss, j'ai recu mes orders."
"Marthe's right Henri. Go on, knock yourself out."
Her current partner lifted her almost effortlessly and she gasped in surprise. The muscles in his arms glistened with sweat as he carefully lowered himself to the bed with Susan sitting on top. His hands touched her shoulders and massaged them briefly before drawing her down backward on top of him, her head nestling against his shoulder. She could feel the pulse in his neck, smell his skin, feel his breath.
"Vous etes magnifique", he murmured.
Henri now knelt on the bed where he had been moments before. Susan's legs were spread wide and he stared at her bald, gaping wet pussy and the thick ebony shaft still buried in the hole below.
"Mon Dieux ..." he breathed.
Susan closed her eyes and let herself relax. Henri entered her and she moaned as she awakened again to pleasure, her sex recognising and welcoming the intrusion. He began to thrust, slowly and cautiously at first, then with increasing pace and power when he knew that he wasn't hurting her.
Arms reached up from beneath to fold over her stomach, enveloping her in a warm, firm embrace. She was held immobile and revelled in the feeling of helplessness. She had never felt this filled before and it was amazing. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked down her body to watch Henri, face now wreathed in sweat and a mask of concentration, working himself in and out of her. He didn't have a bad body either, she mused. He wasn't as young as the man below her, but he obviously kept fit with all the day-to-day activity of the pavillon and its guests. She laughed to herself as she suddenly thought whether this sort of thing happened often here.
A touch on her breast, and she glanced up. Marthe, now naked, had leant over and was cupping her breast in her hand. Marthe's breasts were huge and ripe; the large, dark areole's swollen with arousal and the nipples proud and firm. As Marthe fingered and tugged her nipples, Susan reached around behind Marthe and pressed her closer to the bed. With those inviting tits now hanging heavily in such close proximity, two necks craned and mouths and tongues devoted their attention to sucking and licking like twins nursing. Marthe grunted with pleasure and pushed herself further toward their faces.
Susan's hand that had encouraged Marthe closer now rested against her thigh. She reached and found Marthe's hand, still buried between her legs and rubbing herself hard. Unlike Susan's, Marthe's mound was covered in thick hair. It was well and truly moist and Susan worked her way around Marthe's hand through the damp jungle to probe several fingers into her large, wet pussy.
"Oh, thank you Miss!" Marthe gasped as she opened her legs a little more to provide better access.
Susan obligingly added her other fingers. Marthe growled hungrily and ground herself against Susan's hand. Well, there's more to Marthe than meets the eye, Susan thought. Wait, that's not quite right. There's actually quite a lot of Marthe that meets the eye!
Susan felt fingers on her own clitoris. She wasn't sure if was Henri or Marthe. But when the fingers started working her expertly, periodically reaching down and around the shaft pumping in and out of her, she knew the fingers were female.
Susan screamed as she came suddenly. The combined attention of two huge cocks, the ministrations of Marthe's expert fingers and a wonderful mouthful of tit brought her to raging climax and she felt her fluids gush from her to sop around her holes and run down her crack. After finishing her softly, Marthe brought her hand to her mouth and licked Susan's juices from her fingers. It was all too much for Henri who thrust himself savagely into her. He bellowed as he came hard, the thick cum jetting from his cock deep within her and then oozing out around his shaft.
Marthe looked seriously at Susan for a moment.
"I apologize for my earlier words. You are not at all une salope. You are divin!"
And Marthe quivered as she came. Her large breasts trembled as the orgasm rocked her body. Susan chewed her nipple lightly between her teeth and Marthe grabbed her breast and shoved it hard against Susan's mouth. She could smell her own juices on Marthe's fingers.
The strong arms around her clenched suddenly and firm hands moved to her hips. He forced her down hard onto him as his hips bucked upwards and she felt him push his enormous cock even further into her ass. Marthe reached down and grabbed the proprietaire's balls as he came, fondling and squeezing as he emptied his semen into Susan's ass. She could feel the corded muscles on his neck as his whole body stiffened at the height of his passion, his breathing ragged and fierce.
Susan floated free, but she was not yet done. She uttered a low, animal groan and arched her back, her body responding to the gifts it had just been given and demanding again to experience the same pleasure.
Marthe recognised the other woman's need. She moved toward the end of the bed and helped Henri to stand. With a brief caress and a kiss on his lips, she took his place and lowered her mouth towards Susan's sex. Her tongue gently caressing every fold of Susan's sex, Marthe licked her husband's cum from around and within her. Marthe reached forward to withdraw the now softened cock from Susan's ass and paused briefly to suck the last drops of his cum from him. If she objected to the taste of Susan's ass, she gave no sign as she bent lower to give her now gaping asshole the same careful treatment: her tongue gently foraging and licking the sticky fluids from around her anal cavity.
Marthe grunted as Henri entered her from behind. He had watched amazed as his wife had been pleasured by another woman; had her breasts sucked by Susan and his boss; had played with Susan's sex; and then licked the cum of the two men from her pussy and ass. He had spent himself only minutes ago, but was again ramrod hard with need after witnessing such a salacious exhibition. With Marthe's face still buried between Susan's legs, he rammed himself into Marthe's dripping cunt. He used her savagely and was gratified when both he and Marthe climaxed together; her screaming profanities muffled by Susan's groin.
Susan had just orgasmed for the third time under Marthe's skilled attention. As she watched Marthe and Henri in the throes of their shared ecstasy, she wondered just what Marthe had been before becoming the maid-of-all-work at the pavillon. A thought crossed her mind, and she put it away to mull over later. For now, the unprecedented experience of an orgy with a large black woman and two very well hung black men was more than enough to consider!
Susan turned her head to look at the manchester spread all over the floor; sheets, towels and pillows littered the room. Hmm, she thought, the linen service isn't as good today.
Her laughter pealed brightly in the afternoon air.
The End.
A Chance Encounter
She glided across the dance floor, music blaring, bass thumping, people grinding. Her steps were fluid, magical, ephemeral. Her hips swayed to the music, her arms floating about her in rhythmic patterns, her feet touching the floor there, there, and... there.
She watched him, knowing he watched her. Surr
eptitiously at first, more demanding as she realized his attention was wholly on her. She should be worried, should be creeped out that in a club full of beautiful women, he had eyes only for her. The thought made her tingle with anticipation, and a gentle flush touched her high cheekbones.
She moved again, this time coming closer, glancing at him, smiling at him. He smiled back at her, the shadows of the room obscuring him, and the dancing lights seeming to illuminate her in pearly incandescence. The light shifts as the music turns again, and the pearly luminescence shatters into a million shards of pulsing red.
A moment, and her world drowns in the crimson lights of the club, and her pulse quickens as she begins to dance purely for him. She knows he's watching, she can feel his eyes on her, watching her, undressing her, wanting her. She shivers at the thought, and she glances back towards his seat.
A smile curls the corner of her lips, and he beckons her over to him, a single flick of the wrist. Her heart thunders in her chest, and a thousand possibilities flood her mind. I'm not sure this is a good idea... Her conscious thoughts are a mere whisper; a single nagging moment quickly lost amidst the chaos of desire and need.
He smiles at her as she sits next to him, a calm smile, a smile full of feral intensity. At his look, her knees begin to tremble and her fingers clinch on her upper thighs in an effort to regain control. He reaches out and gently brushes a curl of loose hair out of her face, his finger tracing an invisible line of fire across her cheek. She shudders at his touch, and the world seems to drop away, leaving her alone with this man, this predator. Fear spikes hard inside her chest, but she cannot seem to make the desire to leave show up in her emotional mindslate. She wants this man, dangerous be damned.
"Hello, girl." His voice is soft, and yet somehow discernible above the tumult and noise of the club, it's sonorous strains slipping between words and notes and chaos to find her ears. She trembles again at the overwhelming power in his voice, and suddenly she knows she will do whatever he asks of her.
"Good evening..." Her voice trails off, hoping to get a name, hoping to find some way to link him to something less ephemeral than a feral arousal and the dampness between her thighs.
He grins at her, his voice just as soft as before, but this time the timbre of his tone has adjusted slightly, and the gentleness of his voice belies the iron-hard command that rings within it. "Sir. You may refer to me as Sir, girl." A thrill shimmers through her body, only adding to the slow burn building in her cunt, and the final screams of protest from that tiny little voice that knew better was quashed into stillness.
"Yes, Sir. I..." She struggles to find something, anything to say to this man, something that would engage him, keep him entertained, interested. "I'm pleased to meet you." Lame, and she knows it, but what else could she say? She glances at the floor, nervousness shimmering along her spine.
He smiles again, almost as if he could see her tremors, as if he could sense her anxiety. "Come with me."
The command was filled with such a certainty of obedience that she did. She couldn't explain how or why, but gods help her, she obeyed. The obedience didn't stop when he walked out of the club, nor when he opened the back door to his car, nor when he pulled away and drove out of the city and into the countryside.
The ride was comfortable, quiet. Strains of soft classical music played from the radio, and she found herself being lulled into a sense of complacency by the monotony of the lights flashing by the tinted window.
The door suddenly opens, and she stumbles quickly to catch herself before falling out onto the pavement. Her mind is bleary with sleep, and she barely begins to find coherence before a strong hand grabs her firmly by the back of the neck. "Come."
The monosyllabic command came with intense force, and he drew her out of the car into near total darkness. She gasped in a mixture of pain and surprise, and struggled only briefly before she was shoved hard over the hood of the car. Confusion was suddenly mingled with arousal as he forced her hands back behind her and quickly bound them together, expertly restraining them just at the point where the stretch could become pain. "What... what's going on?" She mumbled, breathless suddenly, desire heating her voice to a sultry timbre.
He didn't answer her, instead sliding some sort of hood over her head, blocking out what little light remained. She could hear his breathing somehow, his long slow breaths sounding like the breath of god in her ears over the pounding of her heart in her chest. She could feel him behind her, a malevolent presence that beckoned to her like a flame to a moth. She knew he was dangerous, she could feel it in every pore of her trembling body, and yet... and yet, she wanted this man more powerfully NOW than before.
"Come." Again the monosyllabic command, and again the gentle but firm hand guided her from the back of her neck. He led her through a doorway and what seemed like a long hallway. She could hear nothing but the soft clicks of their shoes against the hard surface of the hallway, and the occasional rustle of their clothing. She couldn't even tell if the hall was lit or not, the darkness inside her hood was so absolute. She felt nothing against her skin, other than that the air here was warm and dry, without any noticeable current to its movement.
It seemed they walked a long way before he suddenly ordered her to stop and stand there unmoving. A sound suddenly erupted in the air before her, as if a large door was suddenly opened and she could feel the suction of its passing. She drew in a deep breath, as if knowing what was about to come.
"You are at a threshold, girl." His voice was soft, the iron strength of command replaced with a tone of absolute confidence and surety. "If you pass this threshold, you will belong to me. After this, there will be no turning back, Pandora's box will have been opened, and you'll never regain the innocence and ignorance in which you have lived your life to this point."
A sudden chill passed through her, the thrill of fear drawing a knife's edge down her back and dampening her arousal. What did she want from this man? And what did he mean when he said she'd belong to him? Uncertainty clouded her mind for but a moment, destroyed in the heartbeats after its inception by the raging flame of her desire and curiosity. She had to know.
Tentatively she stepped forward, free of his hand on her, making her decision with certainty and poise. She could not see it, but she knew that he smiled at her, and a thrill of pleasure at knowing that she had been the cause of that smile tingled at the base of her spine.
This was how she found herself bound, naked and trembling, a dark hood over her head, her hands stretched above her head, her skin prickling with the gentle chill in the air, the unknowable sounds of the man that had captivated her, drawn her in all around her. She yearned for his touch, could feel the faint lines of his fingertips on her like fire, and all she could think of in her desire-clouded mind was one simple question.
"What next?"
The End.
Affectionate Ass Licking
Dozing. That deliciously indescribable feeling that one gets when one groggily fights up from the depths of sleep, neurons struggling to fire awake the mind and command the body once more to move, muscle by muscle, out of the warm cocoon of the flannel sheets to fight on yet another day. That delicious moment when I momentarily shake the hanging cobwebs from my mind to orient myself as to where I am at, what time it is, and most importantly, what day it is....
With the sweetest feeling of numbed delight, I realize that it is Saturday...and that my weary body can rest...recharging the batteries of my mind as well as the muscles and tendons and sinews of my machine. With a physical moan of delight, I rub my feet back down the softness of the flannel to drift back off again, heeding the welcoming whispers of sleep, my face buried face down in the seductive caress of the pillow....
Mmmm....sometime later, I slowly climb back out of my quiet state...my mind slowly taking inventory of the senses of my body......mmmmm.....whatever could that most incredible feeling be? A slight wisp of a wetness caressing my asshole, gentle prodding and massaging of my cheeks, my ears
detecting a quiet moan of delight?
She is here now...my lover, my sub, my seductive sexual woman, has wrest me from the deep vestiges of sleep in the most erotic and affectionate way possible. My woman gently prods me awake through the wet massaging of her tongue inside my ass...
I smile into the pillow...realizing that she must have seen me there in the early morning light. She must have studied my quiet face for a few moments as I lay on the pillow next to her, our bodies warmly touching at several points throughout the night. Sleeping on her side with her pillow as she nearly always does, she must have quietly watched me as I slept, studying her man, perhaps smiling quietly as she drank in my familiar scent..the scent of my skin and the scent of the sex still on the sheets from last night's frantic sucking and fucking. Did she smile as her eyes fluttered awake, remembering last night's writhing ecstasies, the dried cum still on her ample tits and cheek? In any case, she must have decided to wake me most affectionately...for she had to have left quietly to make us fresh coffee and warm brownies.
I picture her now, as I lay on my stomach, my face in the pillow, how she must have quietly pulled down the blue flannel sheets to expose my ass..studying it, feeling herself growing wet as she takes in the smooth curves and tightness of muscle. My ass is not large....lol....a positive way of saying it is that my ass is "tight.."...but it is HER ass...to do with as she pleases. I have encouraged her to take a more proactive role in using my body to pleasure herself....and this morning she most definitely has....
I picture the smile upon her face and the tightening of her cunt as she quietly moved into position, perhaps feeling like a predator stalking its sleeping prey, my perverted partner stalking my ass. Laying completely naked between my spread legs, her shoulders brushing up against the inside of my thighs as she makes herself comfortable, licking her lips in anticipation of the taboo pleasure she is about to partake.
Mmm....how the first vestiges of sleep slipped away, folding in whatever sexual dream I had been having, as my brain first sensed her hands gently spreading my ass cheeks...studying my asshole as I slowly swam towards the surface of consciousness. Studying my asshole: the tightness of the ridges that comprise the rim, the changing shade of skin color, the smoothness of my flesh as it changes from beige to tan to pink as she peers inside. We are always extremely clean with each other; we are extremely detailed about our hygiene in this area, and my ass is freshly shaved in case she wishes to dance her tongue across my rim whenever the mood strikes her. Mmm....and this morning the mood definitely has struck her.
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