by Dee Dawning
If that wasn’t distracting enough, he straightened up and shoved his cock inside me. We both sighed as he entered me. He must have been extremely worked up from our pornographic coupling for he pounded me relentlessly. I moaned as spasms of pleasure slammed through me with each thrust of his cock.
April, who continued to moan and thrash, blurted out, “God, Angel, you do me good.” Then all of a sudden, she started moving wildly, slamming her arms against the bed and arching her back. “Oh shit here I come…Don’t stop, baby. Oh, yeah! That’s it!” April moved as if she was in the last throes of life and then nothing. I giggled internally as I recalled what French called orgasms—little death. April just had a little death.
Seeing that April was recouping from her release, Salam pulled his cock to give out new instructions, “Angel, lay atop April so your pussy is directly above hers.”
I did as he asked, trying to carry as much of my weight as I could on my elbows and feet. April wrapped her arms around me, her hands kneading my breasts. “You were wonderful,” She whispered.
April couldn’t see Salam, but I watched him. He scrutinized the warm wet sanctuary between our legs, coveting them, but like a little boy who couldn’t quite choose between strawberry or vanilla, he couldn’t make up his mind. Finally, when I heard April sigh and felt his abdomen striking in succession against my open pussy, I knew he’d started with her. I could tell April was getting worked up. She moaned as her hands squeezed my breasts and her lips kissed my neck.
She seemed close to coming again when Salam pulled out and moved up to my warm cozy haven. Salam inserted his pride and pummeled me with earnest. As before, each thrust sent pleasure tendrils threading through me. Between Salam’s penile thrusts and April’s sensuous lips and fingers, I was on the edge. Breathing hard and squirming as I do before coming, I was on the threshold when a deep masculine voice said, “Isn’t this a sight.” I glanced over and saw a tall, rather handsome dark haired Latin. “One beautiful woman isn’t enough for you?”
Obviously pleased, the prince held his strokes, and said, “I’ve been waiting for you?
“Ladies this is Romano, a business partner of mine. I invited him over to make love to the two most beautiful women in Arizona.
From my awkward position, I greeted him, but April kept silent, “Hi.”
“Romano, the beautiful blonde lady on top is Angel and the beautiful sandy haired girl underneath is, April. “
“Hello, April. Hello, Angel.”
“Hello, Romano,” we responded, at the same time.”
Salam began to stroke me again, but the orgasm was no longer close. “Ah, old friend. Take your clothes off and make yourself comfortable.”
As Romano undressed. Salam pulled out of me. “Ladies, after sampling both of your sweet pussies, They both make me feel equally wonderful. Angel, why don’t you get off April and lay side by side so you’re accessible to both of us.”
I rolled off April and we each swung around lying crossways on the bed.
As soon as I was in position, I was pleased to see Romano step in between my legs. “No offense April, but I always wanted to fuck an Angel.”
“None taken. She’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.” I mumbled.
Prince Salam took position between April’s legs and entered her. “Ladies please. You’re both beautiful. That’s why I have you here.”
Romano, ran his fingers up my slit, then licked them. “Boy, are you ready and tasty!”
I watched as he rolled a condom down his large erection. There was nothing wrong with the prince, but I planned to enjoy every inch of this handsome creature. With his manly pride resting at the entrance of my feminine depths, he said. “I’m going to really dig this.” I sighed as he pushed himself in a short distance. “Are you ready?”
“I am and I’m hoping for a fantastic orgasm from you. Let’s see what you have big guy.”
I gasped as my pussy walls expanded when he thrust his thickness into me. “A challenge. I love challenges,” he said. From that point on, I remained quiet, enjoying the erotic pounding I received. Romano was the real deal. The only man who ever turned me on more or fucked me better was Randy.
After his initial thrust, while still embedded deep inside me, his large hands grasped my ass and shoved me further onto the bed. He mounted me, his throbbing blood filled hardness, playing a carnal serenade with my hungry, passion-moistened depths as he languorously and sensually stroked me—each stroke titillating my mind with pleasure strands. As his masculine tongue took possession of my mouth, his talented fingers wove a magic spell of bliss upon my eager, nipples.
My heat level soared, my heartbeat doubled and I breathed irregularly. This man, whom I’d never met until five minutes ago, turned me on like a longtime lover. Suddenly, everything we did slowed and I seemed trapped in an amatory fog. Our moans grew distorted and the lascivious sensations I felt strengthened as my mind seemed to ignore my body and concentrated on my erogenic zones. There wasn’t a smidgeon of drugs in my bloodstream and yet my lust inspired stupor seemed almost drug-like.
I don’t know, how long we fucked. The achy sweetness, seemed endless. It seemed like hours, but could have been minutes. What I do know is Romano had brought me to the edge of ecstasy and was about to deliver a staggering orgasm. It came upon me gradually, the individual sensations from my pussy and clit coalescing with those from my breasts, neck and mouth, merging into a single continuous wave. “Oh fuck, Romano, I’m coming.” He winced as my stiletto tipped fingers dug into his back and scalp. “Oh, yeah, baby, don’t stop.”
The second tier of my orgasm was amazing. My pussy rippled along his length, sucking at him as I erupted into a ball of screaming pleasure. Waves of delight lapped against my mind like an unchangeable tide. Radiance exploded behind my eyes as pure ecstasy raced through me, and I continued to scream out my gratification for the world. Adding to the moment, April’s scream of joy singed my ears. I bucked, I arched, I thrashed, I shrieked and then, except for a couple pleasure shudders, it was over.
It was dark when we left with thirty thousand dollars. My share was seventy-five hundred, tax-free. Roughly, two thousand per hour. The prince was so pleased he let us keep our costumes, including the jewelry. Apparently, the mysterious Romano was very important to him. If the necklace I’d worn wasn’t costume jewelry, it was probably worth more than the thirty thousand we had to split. Needless to say, we both were tickled with the events of the day.
“I’m hungry shall we get something to eat?” April ventured.
“I’d love too, but I haven’t been home much and I don’t want to make Mark suspicious.”
We rode in quiet for awhile, then she asked, “Do you love him?”
Do I? “It’s funny you should ask. I’ve been wondering that myself.”
More silence then, “If you don’t love him you should get divorced.”
Do I want to stay married to Marc? I ruminated on what she’d said. The thought startled me, but demanded an answer. Could I even continue being a pleasure lady and stay married? Was it even possible? Doubtful. Do I still love him? Doubtful.
We’d grown apart during the last two years, when he started doing things without me—like last night’s poker party when he was out past one-thirty. God knows when he came home. I never did find out.
“Well, here we are.” She pulled into the circle drive of our lavish two-acre estate. “Think about what I said.”
I opened my door a few inches. “I will. Good night.” I grabbed my bag of goodies and opened the door a little more.”
“Angel.”
I turned back toward her. “Yes.”
April leaned over the console. Her elegant hands reached out, fingers fanning out over my cheeks, drawing my mouth to her beautiful, luscious lips. She kissed me as if we were lovers, deep and passionate. Her smooth feminine tongue roved my mouth exciting me. Once more, my ever-glowing ember of passion burst into a flame of desire. Then she
pulled away, a tear running down her cheek. “I love you.”
This show of emotion was unexpected. “I love you, too.”
“Remember, you have a new family now. You don’t need Marc.”
She closed her beautiful brown eyes as I smiled and rubbed her cheek. “Does Randy have anything going tomorrow?”
She shook her head one time. “I don’t think so.”
“Good, let’s spend the day together. For starters, we’ll luxuriate the morning away in the spa. My treat. How does that sound?”
“Dreamy.”
“Good. I’ll call you in the morning. In the meantime, do me a favor and keep my Arabian goodies. I don’t need Marc quizzing me about them.”
“All right.”
Chapter Four
I walked in the front entrance at nine o’clock. A quick check told me Marc wasn’t home. Exhausted from two straight days of overwhelming sex, I decided to call it a night. Tomorrow, I would take the jewelry I’d inherited from Prince Salam to my jeweler for an appraisal. After donning a short, black and pink, lacy nighty, I slid between the satin sheets. I wondered, do I really want to be married?
Yawning, I rolled over, deciding to postpone an answer until I’d rested.
Morning came sooner than I would’ve liked. Sitting up I stretched my arms then rubbed the detritus from my eyes. I glanced at the clock—seven-thirty—then grabbed the phone, dialed and made a reservation at my favorite luxury spa. Next, I called April. Funny, how I thought of her as April now. I guess Helen and Cynthia were as boring and outdated as our previous lives.
“Hello?”
“It’s me. Are you up? I made reservations at The Golden Door for nine.”
“I’m up now. Randy kept me up until one but I’ll be fine.”
“Good, I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes.”
As promised, I picked April up in my Honda 2000S convertible and we headed the fifteen miles up Scottsdale road to the Boulders and The Golden Door Spa.
Wearing terry cloth towel wraps, we walked into the massage/scrub area. A cheerful smile met us in the form of Deb. “Hi, what can I do for you ladies?”
I smiled back. “We’d both like salt scrubs before we go in the sauna.”
“Great. We’re short handed so can I scrub one of you at a time.”
“You go first Angel,” April suggested.
I nodded. After removing my wrap, I sat on the massage table and reclined on to my back.
Deb, laid a glob of salt on my abdomen and began to spread it around vigorously. After doing my body, she scooped out another gob and split it between my two thighs spreading it over both legs and feet. “Okay, if you’ll roll over, I’ll get your backside.”
After I rolled over, she replicated what she’d done on the front of my torso. After Deb finished, I went in the shower while April received her salt scrub.
Even though all the salt washed off me quickly, I waited for April to catch up. Following a short wait, April joined me and after another minute, we were ready for the sauna. Being a weekday, only one other woman was in there. Nodding to her, we entered the medium sized, wood paneled room and relaxed on a bench on the opposite side of the room.
Twenty minutes of the hot sauna was all April could take. After taking another shower, we visited the therapeutic whirlpools. There were three whirlpools and a swimming pool. We got in a spa and relaxed. Once again, April couldn’t stand the heat and jumped in to pool to cool off. I followed her and when I caught her, we swam a few laps.
After drying off, we returned to Deb to get a massage. Once more, I preceded April. Before she laid a finger on me, her gaze scrutinized my nakedness. I frowned questioningly. She shook her head. “Don’t mind me. Being someone whose job entails seeing and touching naked people, I can’t help but admire you and your friend’s perfect bodies. It’ll be a pleasure massaging you.”
I really had no idea how to respond so I merely thanked her, “Thank you. I think Helen would agree, it takes a lot of work.”
April, who had been reading Cosmopolitan, looked up and smiled at the use of her real name. “Yes, I used to exercise one to two hours a day. However, lately I’ve found that lots of sex accomplishes the same thing.” She smiled coyly.
After squirting massage oil on my chest, Deb began to knead my shoulders. “You have sex two hours a day?”
April grinned. “Often more. It really is good exercise.”
Deb frowned. “I know, but how do you accomplish that?”
She laughed. “My boyfriend takes care of that. He sees that I get all the sex I can handle.” She winked at me and smiled.
After Deb’s talented fingers massaged my shoulders neck, arms and chest, she paused with her hands just above my breasts. “I should ask you. Would you prefer that I avoid your modest areas?”
I smiled at her euphemism for erogenous zones. “Not really, April and I are here to relax, so do what ever you like.”
Deb smiled. “So be it.”
Once Deb finished April’s massage, we dressed and I took my friend next door to the clubhouse and their brand new restaurant, Latilla, for lunch. As usual, the sun was out and the temperature was a balmy seventy-five degrees, so we requested outside seating. The hostess gave us a table near a kiva and a spectacular view down the fairway.
The waitress brought water, introduced herself, took our drink order and left. Seconds later, her helper brought a basket of breads.
As I buttered a slice I’d selected, April asked me. Have you asked Randy about the gynecologist and pool table gang bangs?”
“Yes and one more.”
April’s brow’s rose and her head leaned sideways. “What’s that?”
“I’m not sure if it’ll even work. I’ll tell you about it after we do it. What about you? You were going to tell me about what Randy is arranging for you?”
“Oh, it’s not that big a deal, but I am intrigued by the idea?”
I dipped my head as an invitation to continue, but before she could, our salads arrived. She took a bite of her salad, followed by a sip of iced tea. As soon as she started to speak, her phone rang. She scrambled and answered it. “Yes Randy?”
“Yes as a matter of fact we’re having lunch together.”
After a couple seconds, she handed the phone to me. “Yes, Randy?”
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. Don’t you have your phone with you.”
“I’m sorry, I must have left it in my car. What do you need?”
“Oh nothing much, I have a pool game set up with a few fellows in an hour. You’d like to play right?”
“You know it.”
“Can you be at the Keg Room, just east of 40th St on Bell Road by two?”
“Might be a little after. I’m up in Carefree and I have to drop April off at your apartment.”
“Bring her along.”
I started to respond, but the line was dead.
“I glanced at April. Randy says it’s time for me to play pool and he wants you along.”
April’s eyes widened and she pointed at herself. “Me? Does he want me to play pool?”
“I shrugged. “Search me. He just said to bring you along.”
The Keg Room set at the end of a small strip center in northeast Phoenix. Randy was waiting for us and the minute we walked in, he hurried us into another room and shut the double doors. I scanned the room and noticed booths around two sides and two pool tables in the middle.
Randy had a serious look on his face. “I put this together because you said it sounded like fun, but you don’t have to go through with it.”
“It’s what I asked for. Why, wouldn’t I want to go through with it?”
“Because it’s not going to be that lucrative. The beer and brat bunch are not as flush as the wine and cheese crowd. I only lined up four guys at five hundred each. I could get more if we allowed spectators at fifty bucks a head. Some of them might even take a plunge. If you decide to do it I’ll only take five hundred to pay for the
rent of the room.”
I put the fancy mask on I’d brought and started to take my clothes off, handing them to April. “Let’s do it.”
“Spectators?”
I nodded. “Why not. If I’m going to put on a show, I need an audience.”
Chapter Five
I got home at eight, went straight into my bathroom, turned on the shower, and took off my clothes. Being banged on a pool table was as April had intimated—a gas. Plus, I wound up making four grand as two of the twenty-two spectators upgraded their status from viewer to participant and the owner exchanged the rent for a turn with me.
I was exhausted. After my shower, I slipped a satin nightgown on and slipped under the covers. I must have fallen asleep in seconds.
Sometime later, my eyes opened from a sensual kiss to my neck. I squirmed as a hand slipped under my gown above my breast, a solo finger gently plucking my nipple. Marc is feeling frisky. “Mmm, that feels good.” Teasing my libido, his hand pulled a strap off my shoulder and the top of my gown below my breast. I sighed when Marc’s lips slipped over it, tonguing it, sucking on it. I could feel the thumping of my beating heart in my ears and the warm stirring of lust between my legs.
Soon Marc’s hand slid under the hem of my gown and followed my thigh to the apex of my sex. I nearly swooned as his fingers rubbed my clit and delved into my dewy slit. Despite the sexual marathon I’d been on for three days, Marc had aroused me enough that I wanted him. My hand wandered, landing on his naked thigh. His moan teased my nipple as my hand slid around his torso and grasped his erection, stroking it. His throbbing cock was ready…and long…much too long.
Letting go of the strange cock, I screamed, but his hand covered my mouth, cutting it short. I smelled my sex on his hand as a familiar voice whispered, “It’s me.”
