Celia grappled with her jeans and kicked off her shoes, sending the dark denim scrunching to her feet.
“What do we have here,” Trent stroked his fingers along the length of the pussy-dampened fabric and slipped the thong down over Celia’s hips. Trent gently boosted Celia up onto the cold surface of the kitchen island and licked and sucked at her nipples again, gently easing her to lie onto the counter. Trent’s kisses played down the length of Celia’s stomach and navel, coming to a rest just before her manicured triangle.
Sliding both hands on the insides of her knees, Trent gently pressed her legs apart and nuzzled his mouth over her throbbing clit.
Celia could feel her pussy was slick with wanting, his strong tongue swirling endlessly around her bead and toying with her pussy. Clutching her breasts, she arched her back and thrust her hips up into his mouth, feeling the tip of his tongue penetrate her throbbing opening.
“I don’t think I can last much longer,” Trent gasped as he stood up.
“The couch?”
Celia peeled herself off the cool slab and fumbled with Trent’s leathers, her hot centre was soaked with need and the thought of having this guy ride her into oblivion was too intoxicating to let go.
Taking her hands away from the zipper, Trent unzipped himself just past his crotch, letting his thick erection spring free.
“Wow…incredible,” Celia wrapped her hand around the shaft and gave a firm stroke. The head of his cock emerged glistening and red.
Lying on the couch, Celia opened her thighs and let her fingers stroke her clit, “I’m ready,”
Kneeling on the cushions, Trent moved her hand away and slipped two of his fingers into her pussy, sending Celia moaning and writhing as his fingers pressed her g-spot while his thumb played with her ever hardening clit.
Celia reached for his hand, pulled him from her hot grip and sunk his wet pussy-covered fingers into her mouth.
Grinning, Trent angled his cock and pressed the tip of his length into her pussy. The lip of his head found a wet, warm resistance that made his balls lift and clench.
Easing back out he pressed again, this time her pussy opened to let just another hard inch of him enter. Repeatedly his pulled and fed his throbbing length into her aching pussy while Celia moaned and massaged her spilling breasts with every thrust.
Finally working his cock to the hilt, Trent started thrusting his maddening sex deeper and deeper, her wetness enveloped his cock.
Taking her hands he pressed them down in the couch above her head and continued to plunge into her, the force of his thrusts sending her breasts swaying erotically.
Suddenly, Celia’s pussy tightened, sending Trent almost to the brink, “People are watching,” she murmured.
“Do you want to stop?” Trent brought his face down close to hers, so he could see who she was looking it. There were a team of foreign gardeners, possibly students working for extra cash, peeking over one of the bushes. Trent could see the wild excitement in Celia’s eyes.
“No, it’s turning me on,” she bit her lip.
“An exhibitionist,” he smiled, “let me take you from behind then,”
Sliding his rigid length from her tight wetness, he pulled her up to standing and turned her around.
Bending at the hips, Celia reached through her legs and clasped her hand around Trent’s cock and guided him in to her.
Peeking through the curtain of hair that fell across her face, Celia could see the gardeners move around to take a better view.
Trent pumped his cock inch-by-inch back into Celia’s pussy; her lips had tightened again during the brief interlude.
Feeling his thickness slide inside of her Celia let out a loud animal moan, her pussy flooded with juice and she leaned back into his thrusts, the power sending her heavy pendant swaying against her huge breasts.
Bolder than before, the gardeners had taken new positions, with two digging their hands into their pants shamelessly, rubbing feverishly at their cocks.
Trent’s fingers bit into Celia’s hips and he let out a throaty growl. Letting one hand slip over her hip, he opened her engorged lips and rubbed her clit, pussy juice sliding down her thighs with each thrust.
In a burst, Celia tilted her pelvis and screamed as her hot sex wrapped and squeezed wave after wave of pleasure. Feeling her tighten and hearing her come, Trent thrust his hips again in to her and felt his hot seed rebound and splash back at his balls.
One of the two gardeners stiffened and moaned. The other, not finished, looked forlornly at the window.
“Quick,” Celia gasped, “bring him in - I think I have a third one coming,”
Impressed, Trent eased his hot member out of her and tucking his still erect and wet cock into his leathers and scooted to the balcony door.
“Hey you, wait, wait!” the gardener had not noticed that Trent had headed to the door and was trying to extract his hand and run away at the same time, but instead ended up sprawled on the ground.
Trent cleared the distance and laid a hand on the guy’s shoulder, “It’s alright man, the lady wants to know if you want a go.”
Dumbstruck, the guy, no older than 18 or 19, desperately glanced around for his comrades. He had dark hair and although he wasn’t tall, he had a muscular build from the labor he was so used to.
“You know, a fuck; she saw you watching and she wants another go. We won’t hurt you, or tell your boss. You are helping us, yeah?”
The gardener slowly stood up, his hand still in his pants, and let Trent lead him back into the house.
Celia had by then slid her shirt back on and done up just a single button. She stood at the kitchen counter and had taken an ice cube from Trent’s earlier bowl and was running it over her lips. The gardener pulled his hand out of his pants and let his erection tent painfully.
Celia smiled, “I saw your friend finish, but I felt sorry you hadn’t. Let me make it better for you - come here,” she held out her hand.
The gardener walked cautiously over to her and took her hand, in the other she was running the ice cube down over her neck into the cleft of her breasts.
“What’s your name?”
There was a hesitation, “Sam.”
“Sam, have you been with a woman before?”
Another pause. He nodded.
“Many women?”
Another pause, he shook his head ‘no.’
“Hmm, do you know much English?”
This time, the longest pause, “I understand.”
“Right, I am going to tell you what I want, or what I am going to do and you just do as I say, ok?”
He nodded slowly.
“If it’s alright with you,” Trent started, “I’d like to watch?”
Celia beamed, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. You might have to finish me off if this boy is as excited as his pants say he is.”
Trent signalled for them to go to the master bedroom just behind the kitchen. Covered in crisp white linen was a huge king-sized bed, and to compliment the usual flavor for entertainment, there were floor to ceiling mirrors on two of the four walls.
“Sit on the bed, Sam,”
Nervously, Sam sat on the edge of the huge bed and fixed his eyes on Celia, hypnotised.
“Did you like watching me get fucked, Sam?” he nodded quickly.
Dropping to her knees, she cupped her ample breasts in her hands and squeezed the nipples with her thumbs, “Do you want to touch these?”
Without letting him answer, Celia took one of his hands and pressed it into the centre of her breast. Sam gasped and his cock jerked through his fabric.
“I think,” Celia took her free hand and rubbed firmly on his tented pants “I need to see what you’re hiding.”
Unbuttoning his khakis, she pulled the zipper and tugged the pants down, freeing the boy’s urgent erection.
With the head of his cock slipping through the opening in his boxers, Celia felt her insides writhe with desire.
“My, we are
a big boy,” she smiled and wrapped her hand around the top of his shaft, slowly pumping down and up.
Sam gasped and let his head fall back, the veins on his penis engorging with blood.
“I think I need to give this one a nice, long suck,” parting her lips, Celia dropped her head down onto the tip of his head and slid him into her mouth.
Giving a moan, the boy fell back onto the bed, letting Celia swallow his cock to the hilt. Pumping her head slowly up and down, she could feel the boy tense and hold to what would be a powerful orgasm.
“Are you a good boy?” Celia asked as she pulled away, Sam’s cock twitched appreciatively, “I think you are a good boy,” Celia pulled her face away from his glistening rock hard cock.
“Will you be a good boy and go inside me?”
Sam nodded and scrambled backwards on the bed trying to kick off his khakis.
“Will you let me ride you?”
“Yes, yes, yes, come,” Sam waved his hands, beckoning her to hurry up.
Smiling wickedly, Celia climbed on to the bed and straddled the strong boy, turned on by as much of him that was hard as she was soft.
Grasping his cock, she lined up her pussy and slowly fed him inch by agonising inch into her wet throbbing slit. She was not as tight as she was before and was able to slide herself down Sam’s length to his balls in one smooth movement.
Sam arched his back and started panting, concentrating fully on not blowing his load in this ebony goddess.
Clutching at his veiny penis, she began to rock forward and back, letting his length slide in and out of her slick heat. Grinding her clit into his coarse hair, Celia threw back her head and squeezed her tits, her pussy squelching with every thrust.
Sam tentatively reached down to her thighs and tried to encourage a faster pace, but her bulk made it impossible for him to move.
“You want it faster, do you good boy? Ok,”
Squeezing her butt, Celia pressed her pussy harder into the boy’s crotch, sending his cock deeper and deeper into her sucking wetness.
Unable to stay quiet, Celia panted as her clit was rubbed harder and harder by the boy’s eager counter thrusting.
Feeling nothing but the rigidness between her thighs, Celia squeezed and threw back her head feeling the third of her orgasms cascade over her, a squirt of her cum soaking the boy’s boxers.
Seeing this rolling woman cum sent Sam over the edge, his back arching as he sent shot after hot shot of cum into her pussy.
Turning to see where her companion had got to, Celia saw Trent lean over the bed and furiously pump his cock in hand before sending a stream of cum into the sheets.
“Trent, I think I will accept your offer,” Celia smiled.
Chapter Six
It had been three weeks since that lust-driven afternoon, and Celia had since found out that Trent Avery was a self-made billionaire. Having impressed her directors with her networking skills, Celia dressed up the evening as a sophisticated cocktail function for Trent’s family friends. With Trent’s credit card at her disposal, she had coordinated with Ben the secret purchase of condoms, massage oils, pillows, towels and more.
Having seen off the last of the caterers not moments before, Celia emerged from the powder room wearing Trent’s latest gift; what could only be described as the most luxurious lingerie set she had ever seen.
Done in black with accents of red, the bra, panty, stocking and garter combination had left her breathless in the bathroom mirror. Now, fuelled by three earlier cocktails and with her mandatory golden eye mask firmly affixed against her chocolate skin, she walked into the crowded kitchen feeling the eyes of hungry men and women pour over her.
On the ottomans and couches men and women writhed and touched. Several women were on their knees greedily licking and sucking at the engorged cocks of their partners.
Sprawled across the couch directly in front of her, and appraising her quietly through his burnished gold eye mask, was Trent. He was wearing a well-cut gingham shirt opened to his chest and had a young hot thing with riots of platinum hair plunging her hand into the front of his pants.
“You must be CC,” said a gentle female voice. A beautiful woman with auburn hair, bronze mask and a baby pink bra and panty set sidled up next to Celia’s side. “I’m Claudia, T.A. has asked if I could initiate you into the party. You don’t mind do you?”
“No,” she refused to look at Trent, “not at all,”
Giving a beaming smile, Claudia handed her a glass of French champagne and toasted, “Bottom’s up!”
Feeling the buzz of alcohol in her system, Celia followed Claudia into the sunken cinema room.
“We call this the Playroom,” Claudia walked over the mattresses and found a spot off to one side.
“Come, sit, I want to give you a treat,”
Celia sat on a pillow and watched Claudia’s deft hands arrange the oils and pillows.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” Claudia asked.
“No,”
“Are you interested to try?” Claudia’s eyes sparkled, “Because I find you just delicious to look at.”
With that, Claudia tipped forwards and gently touched her lips against Celia’s. Celia hadn’t expected anything so soft; she closed her eyes and let her mouth press against this redheaded beauty.
Claudia cupped her hands around Celia’s face and slipped her tongue into her mouth.
Feeling her pussy throb appreciatively, Celia moaned and then broke away, panting softly.
Grinning, Claudia leant forward and reached around Celia’s back to her bra clasp, “I want to see these beauties for myself.”
Releasing the bra, Claudia openly stared at the swollen breasts, and reached over to a bottle of massage oil.
Warming the oil in her hands, Claudia cupped one and laid it to rest just above Celia’s left breast, letting the heated oil cascade down over the nipple. Smoothing her hand down, Claudia swirled her hand down and over the breast enjoying the weight and letting her thumb swirl around the erect nub.
“Lay back, enjoy this.”
Celia slid down and watched in awe as Claudia straddled her waist; the heat of the redhead’s panty-covered pussy radiating on her navel.
Behind Claudia, a threesome had already begun; a man laying on his back while one woman straddled his head and another deep-throated his cock.
Claudia’s hips started moving back and forth, her muscular thighs squeezing into Celia’s sides. Celia’s own clit hardened as she felt her companion’s silky pink panties damped with every thrust.
“Let me help you,” Celia reached up, unhooked the pink bra and gently tipped the vixen onto her back.
Claudia’s breasts were milky white, and the rosebud blooms were impossibly sexy. Dipping her face, Celia let her tongue swirl around the breasts to pucker the nipples. Claudia squirmed underneath, arching her back, so Celia brought her meaty thigh up into Claudia’s crotch and pressed into the clit.
Gasping, Claudia ground her hips up and down Celia’s thigh, a rose bloom growing across the milky skin.
Pulling the elastic down on the pink panties, Celia whipped off the panties and shuffled so her face was above Claudia’s wet slit.
Tentatively, Celia eased the milky thighs apart and brought her mouth down the pink lips.
Stroking her tongue lightly over the clit, Celia felt her lover’s thighs open and relax.
Venturing further south, Celia twisted her thick tongue around the sweet hot slit opening, slurping the musky juices that flowed stronger and stronger from the pussy’s centre.
Reaching between her legs, Celia slid her hand under her delicate panties and flicked her own hardening bean. The sweet juices from her partner reminded her of her naughty session with Trent and the gardener.
Claudia’s breath hitched and she began panting and grabbing at her breasts, her hips pulsed rhythmically against Celia’s tongue.
Removing her sticky wet hand from her own pussy, Celia brought her fingers up and slid two
into Claudia’s throbbing and widening hole.
Claudia’s pussy clamped down on the fingers and her hips were pressed up harder into Celia’s mouth.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” Claudia gasped.
From behind, two strong hands clasped onto Celia’s hips and tipped her up before one slid between her thighs to rub her clit.
Moaning into the sopping pussy, Celia spread her knees and thighs to let the mystery lover reach into her.
Finding her slick with juice, the guy dipped his fingers in and out of her pussy before hooking and pulling the panty fabric to the side.A thick tip of a cock was pressed into her pussy lips, and hungry for penetration, Celia pumped her hips backward, letting the engorged head slide into her juicy slit.
The cock was among the thickest she had ever felt, and while it wasn’t long she felt the engorged cock rub hard against her g-spot.
“I’m coming, oh my god I’m coming,” Claudia gasped, her muscles clamping on Celia’s fingers and a hot shot of juice splashing onto Celia’s mouth.
“You, my girl, are a natural,” Claudia sat up and licked up her pussy juices from Celia’s mouth before easing herself away.
“You wanna turn over?” said the voice of her mystery man.
Flipping onto her back, she saw that her lover was incredibly hairy, had a swelling beer belly, and a fat purple-headed cock ready to explode.
“You are such a naughty girl,” the guy said, his mask a mixture of black feathers, “Going down while you let a stranger fuck you...what kind of girl are you, babe?”
“A naughty girl,” she breathed, tipping her hips to let his thick cock penetrate her wet centre.
With each thrust his cock expanded, making her pussy lips stretch and squeeze in bliss.
His coarse hair rubbed firmly against her wet and throbbing clit, sending her closer and closer to the edge. Being fucked by a stranger was far easier than she ever imagined.
Feeling her pussy tighten, she wrapped her legs around her lover and pulled him down with every thrust, the final push sending her screaming and trembling as her orgasm rolled through her body.
“Almost there, just hang on,” the guy rutted red-faced against her a few more times before pulling out, yanking off his rubber and cuming on her belly. The guy milked his cock so the cum splashed onto her breasts before he sat back on his heels. He then reached for a towel and mopped up the mess.
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