by R. C. Curtis
We reached the elevators safely.
When we got to the 22nd floor, I let Kelly walk ahead of me so I could enjoy the view. In those heels, framing by the swaying skirt, her ass was beyond alluring. She swung her hips even more, to playfully taunt me. “You look so fuckable,” I said as I caught her by the door. She smiled. “Feel my pussy,” she said. I slid a hand up under her skirt and felt her bare skin, then slipped a finger between her pussy lips. She was slick.
“You’re soaked,” I said.
“I know,” said Kelly.
I knocked on the door.
Deliver Us Not Unto Temptation
Louis came to the door, appropriately happy to see us. Kelly’s present was already there, another black guy named Sam.
Louis kissed Kelly on the cheek, and introduced her to Sam. Kelly was charming as always, enjoying the unanticipated attention of two men. I smiled, and listened to the banter. Kelly’s outfit was a big hit. She had nailed what Louis, and clearly Sam as well, would want to see a girl in.
“I was telling him about your snatch,” said Louis to Kelly. “Show him.”
“Yes, let’s see,” said Sam.
Kelly slowly lifted the front of her skirt, revealing her perfectly smooth pussy. She held it up for a moment, as the two men admired it, then lowered it again.
“It’s just shaved,” said Kelly. “It’s nothing special.”
“Oh I don’t think so,” said Louis, pouring out Crown Royal for everyone. “That is one special cunt. Shaved clean, plus it’s a snapper.”
Kelly smiled, but didn’t seem to understand. I didn’t either. “What’s a snapper?”
“Oh,” said Louis. “That’s when a girl had such good control of her cunt muscles that she can just sit on you without moving, and massage your cock with her pussy.”
“Everyone can do that,” said Kelly.
The two men laughed. “How many pussies have you fucked?”
Kelly blushed. “None.”
“Little Sugar,” said Sam. “A snapper is a rare and wonderful thing.”
Kelly looked unconvinced, but willing to go along with it. She took her drink from Louis.
His hand emptied, Louis put an arm around her and pulled her close. Kelly seemed a little nervous. Louis put his hands on her hips, and passed her over to Sam, who held her by her arms. He looked at her breasts barely in the bra. “What happens if I shake you?” he joked, then gave Kelly a jiggle. One breast popped out, the other stayed half in, most of its areola showing.
“Pretty sweet,” said Sam.
Kelly shot a beseeching glance at me. “You’re the one who wanted to dress like a slut,” I thought unkindly. “Is it a shock they are treating you like one?”
“You’re gonna spill her drink,” I warned. Sam let her go. Kelly gave a weak smile, then tucked her breasts back into the bra.
I moved up close and gave her a kiss on the neck so I could lean in close. “You want to go, Kell?” I whispered.
She shook her head. “No. Just rattled me a moment. I’m OK.”
Kelly took her drink and downed it like a shot, leaving the ice clattering in the empty tumbler.
“Whoa,” said Sam. “Get the lady another.”
Of course, we all had to immediately down our drinks, just to not let Kelly show us up.
There was more joking. Louis put some music on. The guys dialed back the aggression a little, and we started to have a nice time. They asked both of us questions about where we grew up, what we were planning to do, and told us some funny stories from their own lives.
I was standing by the sliding glass door, Kelly was on the bench next to Louis, and Sam sat in the chair. Finally, Sam decided Kelly was over dressed. “Stand up girl,” he said, walking over to her.
Kelly stood.
He started to untie her shirt. Kelly looked down and watched his hands.
He stripped the skirt off her, then the bra. He seemed even more impressed with Kelly’s breasts than Louis had been last night, if that is possible.
Next he tugged off her skirt. Both of them again admired her bare pussy.
With Kelly naked except for her heels, he just ran his hand alongside her cheek, and had her sit again. “Bartender,” he said. “Let’s have another.”
I almost jumped up by reflex, but Louis got another drink for the three guys, since Kelly was still working on hers.
The conversation drifted around to the music business again, and Sam and Louis shared some anecdotes. Kelly sat naked in this group of men, typically comfortable with no clothes on. If it’s socially acceptable to be nude, then Kelly will go there every time. And it was certainly acceptable here.
Sam reached out and chucked her under the breast the way you would chuck a baby under the chin; gentle and playful. “These are beautiful,” he said. “Just beautiful titties.”
“Thank you,” smiled Kelly.
The atmosphere was odd. I know both men expected to fuck Kelly, but something felt out of sync. It was like no one knew how to set it in motion. I wasn’t sure if the two men were uncertain with me there, or if they actually uncomfortable with each other in the same room with a girl they each intended to fuck. Perhaps they weren’t sure who should go first.
I knew Kelly had come in ready to fuck, although they had spooked her, and now she wasn’t her usually flirty self. Despite her nudity, the room wasn’t heating up the way it should have. Even the alcohol wasn’t working.
“I know a game,” I said.
“What game?” said Louis.
“A guessing game. Kelly hides a penny in her hand behind her back, and then you guess what hand it is in. If you guess right, you get to kiss her.”
Sam liked this idea. “And how do you win this game?”
“First man to get five kisses gets ten minutes with her to himself on the bed.”
Louis liked this too. “And what happens on the bed?”
“Anything but sleeping,” I said.
I passed Kelly a penny. “Here you go angel,” I said. She smiled and took it. She put her hands behind her back, her breasts jiggling. She stood up now, with the men facing her. “You go first,” said Louis to me. “She’s your girlfriend.”
I looked at Kelly. Her face held no clue, although she smiled at me. “Lady and the tiger,” said Louis. “You can’t trust her if she signals you.”
I figured he was right. I guessed her right hand.
Bingo.
Kelly owed me a kiss.
I pulled her naked body close, and kissed her, long and soft, a lingering kiss.
“Damn,” said Sam. “I need to get me a penny!”
His turn was next. Kelly hid the penny, then held her fists clenched tightly in front of her. Sam stared at her. “Can I rub her tits for luck?” he asked.
“Just pick the damn penny,” said Louis.
“That one,” said Louis, pointing to her right hand.
Bingo.
He made an exultant shout, then pulled Kelly to him hard, making her squeal. He kissed her lightly, then gave a little nibble on her lower lip as they broke away.
“That was two kisses,” said Louis. “You should forfeit your next try.”
“Not a chance,” said Sam.
Louis guessed. “That one.”
Kelly opened her hand.
Nothing.
“Damn,” said Louis.
I picked again. Nothing.
Now it was Sam’s turn. Suddenly there were stakes at play. It felt like some illegal gambling game. Which it would have been, I guess, were there any money involved. Kelly laughed and got ready for the next guess. She looked so sexy, standing there nude as three men played a game to see who would kiss her. I could only imagine how aroused she was, although I’d probably get a demonstration when the winner took her to the bed.
Sam took his guess.
Bingo.
“Hot damn,” he said, stepping towards her. The score was two for Sam, one for me, and none for Louis. Kelly melted into his arms for
the kiss. He held her for a long, slow kiss. I could see their cheeks moving, with tongues in play. Kelly wiped her mouth laughing as they broke apart.
Louis took a shot.
Bingo.
He grabbed Kelly decisively, as if to make up for lost time. There was no attempt to pretend they weren’t using their tongues as they kissed, and they kissed until Sam finally told them to break it up.
I scored the next kiss. Kelly pulled me close. “I love you,” she whispered.
The two men swapped hits and misses, and each time they kissed Kelly the kiss became longer, more passionate, with plenty of grinding and groping. Before long, Louis had scored his fourth hit; I was trailing with only three. Sam had four as well, and it was his guess.
Kelly prepared the coin. Her hair was mussed now, and her lips a bit swollen from the rough kissing, but she still had a big smile on her face. She held out her tightly closed fists. Sam looked hard at her hands.
“Pressure’s on” said Louis. “Fuck this up and I get her.”
“Shut up,” said Sam.
“I’m still in this too,” I said. “Don’t look over your shoulder.”
“That one,” said Sam. Kelly squealed, and opened her hand.
Bingo.
“Damn,” said Louis.
Sam stepped forward and grabbed Kelly’s hand, and practically threw her onto the bed. Kelly knelt on the bed, thighs parted, brushing the hair from her face. Sam hurried to strip his clothes off. He was a couple of years younger than Louis, and just as well built. Muscular chest, strong arms and shoulders, and an impressive cock. Not as big as Louis’, but probably a size Kelly would really enjoy fucking more. It would be easier to swallow at least, which was a good thing as he climbed onto the bed and immediately pushed Kelly’s face to his groin.
Kelly knelt and sucked the stiff head of it into her mouth, then lowered herself to the bed, lying on her back while he leaned over the top of her head, his cock lined up for her throat.
He didn’t try to sink it into her yet though. Kelly’s mouth was alive on the head of his cock, her tongue massaging it with the same eagerness she had met his tongue while kissing.
Louis poured us another drink. “Might as well get fucked up,” he said, handing me the tumbler. “He’s not going to quit in ten minutes.”
“Maybe he’ll tag out,” I said.
Louis laughed. “Maybe.”
Sam couldn’t get the angle he wanted so he dragged Kelly to the side of the bed and opened her mouth with his hands, and fed his cock into her. Kelly stretched and straightened her neck, and Sam slid half way down her throat before Kelly started to gag. For a moment it looked like she would recover, but no, and he pulled his cock out of her as Kelly sat up and caught her breath.
He looked over at Louis and grinned. “This part doesn’t count off my ten minutes.”
“The hell it doesn’t,” said Louis. “Learn how to throatfuck a bitch and you won’t need to lose any time.”
Kelly lay down again, and bared her throat. Sam slipped the head between her lips again.
“She have any trouble swallowing your sword?” said Louis to me.
“No, not really.”
“I didn’t think so. All girls have trouble with mine. You are a lucky man.”
This put cock size in a new light, a light I liked. Sure, I didn’t have a behemoth like these guys, but Kelly could swallow my cock in any position, and she never hesitated, and never choked. Something to think about.
Sam was pretty deep in Kelly now. Not all the way, but close. He stopped to let her throat adjust, then slid it in all the way, his oversized balls resting on her forehead.
He looked over at Louis. “We should take a picture.”
Louis waved him off. “With your cock it’s a waste of film. And with mine there’s no film big enough.”
He looked over at me again. “We do have a polaroid around here somewhere. You want a souvenir of your girlfriend?”
I knew he was taunting me.
I looked at Kelly. She was stretched naked on the bed, her nipples jutting up, her firm breasts jiggling with each motion. A well-built black man had just fed his large cock all the way into her throat, and was holding in there as he reached out and toyed with her nipple.
“Yes,” I thought. “Yes, I would like a souvenir of this.”
Louis turned back to watch.
“One minute,” he called.
“I’m not done,” said Sam.
“You can tag out, get her again in ten minutes.”
Sam looked over in frustration. “Do you mind? I’m trying to throatfuck a bitch.”
“OK,” said Louis. “Just letting you know.” He began to strip. I got another look at his cock. Yes, what I remembered from last night was correct. This was a beast.
The ten minutes had passed, and Sam actually yielded to Louis. Kelly sat up and watched them as they switched. Her face was streaked with saliva, but she looked really very good still.
Louis intended to do a little damage.
He pushed Kelly over onto the bed. She fell on her back, her hair flying. Then he grabbed her behind both knees, and yanked her towards him, her legs open around him. His cock jabbed out from his body, aimed at her pussy. He grabbed her hips, and began to pull her to his cock. Kelly bit her lip.
The head of his cock disappeared into her, and he pulled her farther onto it. “Shit, she’s so wet,” he exclaimed.
Kelly wriggled to help his cock slide into her more easily. He didn’t push it all the way in, but began more shallow thrusts. Shallow for him anyway. He was already reaching parts of Kelly I never had, nor had most of those lucky enough to get a turn between her thighs.
They took turns fucking her, switching every few minutes, give or take. They seemed to be competing with each other, to see who could fuck her the wildest. Kelly bounced on their cocks, her hair flying, her breasts quivering, shaking and bobbing in different directions as they brutally fucked her pussy in one position or another.
I found it surprisingly erotic. It was like there wasn’t even a Kelly, just this thing, this pussy, this sex that they were fucking. I saw no attempt to make her enjoy it, not like I had seen last night. Now, they were burying their cocks in her, shoving them deep into her core and pounding the pleasure out of her. Kelly cried out endlessly, long moaning cries of what appeared to be hopeless lust. And changing every ten minutes, she wasn’t’ getting the relentless onslaught she needed to push her into her first orgasm.
I adore Kelly. But watching her get pounded, and unable to come, and to hear her keening wails of mindless lust, knowing that she was going to get cut short before her pussy could pulse, well I took a perverse pleasure in it. Usually she got fucked hard and I was frustrated, and she was riding an orgasmic wave. This time, we were both frustrated.
Except I was probably more aroused. I knew Kelly just wanted a little consistent pressure on her clit, but I was getting hungrier and hungrier to fuck her. I wanted to relieve her frustration, I wanted her to cum weeping and pale on my merciless pole.
I tried not to watch, but the sound of her being fucked could not be escaped. It stopped for a moment as Louis took Sam’s place between her thighs. Kelly moaned. Louis thrust into her hard, the pounding beginning again, the respite just a short one, just enough to break her climb.
There was a knock at the door.
“Get that, kid.” It made sense. I was the only clothed person in the room.
I went to the door and opened it.
I panicked. A tall, beautiful black woman stood there. For a moment I thought she was Louis’s wife. Then I knew she must be his daughter. I just knew she was trouble, somehow.
The woman smiled. “Is Louis here?”
“Is that Shyrece?” said Louis from inside.
“Hey baby,” she said, “it’s me.”
I let her in. She smelled wonderful, in a thin wrap dress and four inch heels. Louis got up, leaving Kelly on the bed, and came over to greet her, his cock
glistening with Kelly.
“Looks like you’re having fun,” said Shyrece, taking everything in.
Kelly sat up on the bed, breathing hard. The two men had ten minutes of rest in between bouts with her. Kelly had been going strong since they started fucking her.
“Let’s do a line,” said Louis.
I thought maybe she was his dealer, or something. But she hadn’t brought any coke. Louis had a stash and got it out. “Can’t take it back to L.A. with me,” he said. “Might as well kill it all here.”
“My lucky night,” said Shyrece.
“You don’t even know,” said Louis, setting up some lines on the top of the dresser.
Shyrece went first.
“Here you go kid,” said Louis. It seemed anti-social to refuse, so what the hell. I took my turn.
Kelly took that as permission, and hopped out of the bed to do a line too. Her breasts bobbled as she jumped out onto the floor, just wonderful. She bent over the coke, and Sam smacked her ass.
The guys did some as well, and Louis brought out more whisky. He pulled a few chairs from the kitchenette. Kelly leaned against the dresser, resting, as we talked for a bit. Everybody was pretty casual. Sam reached out and lightly hefted Kelly’s plump left breast.
“I would love to be your baby,” he joked. “Suck on that titty all day long.”
“Like she wants a six foot black baby,” said Louis, laughing. “You’d be too big for the crib.”
“I’d have to sleep with her then,” said Sam with a laugh. He cupped her breast for a moment, then let it go.
“I’d like a black baby,” said Kelly. “Black babies are cute.”
“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” said Louis.
Shyrece laughed. “She said she wanted a black baby. She didn’t say she wanted one tonight!”
“That’s true,” said Kelly. “I’m not in a hurry for any babies.”
“Never hurts to practice, though,” said Sam. “So when the day comes, you know what you’re doing.”
“I’m willing to do my share,” said Louis.
Sam’s hand returned to Kelly’s breast. He fondled it a little, touching the areola lightly. “I’ll show you something you can do with those titties,” said Louis knowingly.
