Getting Naked at the Hilton

by Dee Dawning

  Rachel, her lovely hands on Chloe's cheeks, gave her another passionate French kiss. The heavenly vision sent waves of pleasure through me. This is wonderful. Chloe's easy going pace increased and a soft groan of contentment rose from deep within her. Both girls stiffened as I reached up and used both hands to finger one of each of their nipples. Rachel lowered herself beside me, kissing me with passion. Chloe, moaning with pleasure, rode me, grinding her heavenly pussy and clit, into my groin, leaving a residue of pussy juice. She was riding me hard, harder, so hard that after a minute or so, she came in an explosion of moans, groans, screams and spasmodic reaction. Then she fell upon me, beside Rachel and I could feel her shivering.

  She began kissing me, too. My tongue slipped from Rachel's mouth into hers. Still inside her, I felt her inner walls tighten against my hardness. Moving slowly, in circles at first, then in and out, I felt her shudder and groan loudly as if she had an aftershock.

  Rachel whispered in my ear “She wants you to cum. She wants you to cum in her. Can you cum in her?"

  "Yes, Yes. I'll cum in her—you too."

  Rachel placed her hand on my chest. A feminine finger traced around my male nipple. The feeling reinforced the wonderful sensations passing through my genitals. She leaned over, laved my ear. Then in her sultry voice, she whispered. “You said you'd like to fuck her. Do you like it?"

  "I'll say. I dreamed about this."

  "Really? Tell me about it."

  "I will, later. But for now, can you take Chloe's place? We're going to try something else."

  Chloe seemed reluctant but I urged her off my prick and Rachel climbed atop, inserted me inside and rode me. After scooting down and folding my pillow under my head, I maneuvered Chloe to my upper body, where I guided her leg over my chest. I urged her up a little higher. “Lower your pussy down to my mouth,” I said “I'm going to suck on your sexy clit. As she lowered her smooth snatch to my anxious mouth, the pheromone aroma of her sex infused my senses. With her hands resting on the headboard, I directed her sensuous clit between my lips. “Oh.” She stiffened and sighed. When I used my tongue, she gasped. In a soft, breathless, almost indiscernible voice, I heard her say. “I dreamed of being with you."

  Gazing up the length of her slender frame, her face glanced back with watery eyes. My hands played with her nipples, tugging slightly on the nipple rings. “And I dreamed of being with you, sweetheart."

  I felt hands on top of my hands—Rachel's hands—hugging Chloe from behind. “And I dreamed of being with both of you."

  As if on cue, Chloe started to cum again and so did I. My groans of delight, mixed with her screams, of ecstasy created a symphony of eroticism.

  Chloe dropped down beside me and attacked my mouth, sucking on my lower lip while her hands buried themselves in my hair. Rachel joined us hugging Chloe from behind, kissing her ear and playing with her clit.

  All of a sudden, my cell phone rang, Shit! It has to be something important. I reached over and answered it. It was Billings from RCA. Chloe began kissing Rachel as I sat up. While Billings was telling me that the board had approved our agreement, before my astonished eyes, my wife and Chloe began to make love. Since my cock was stirring, I was having trouble listening to the details of what they wanted. Finally, I asked him if he could put everything in writing and email it to me.

  By the time I hung up, Rachel had her legs spread for Chloe who on her knees, ass in the air, had her mouth buried between Rachel's legs. And a fine wicked ass it was, just begging for my attentions. At the intersection of her cheeks, just below the pucker of her anus, the luscious lips of Chloe's pussy beckoned to me. Pearls of milky white juice clung to her folds. Chloe jumped then stuck her ass even higher, as my tongue lapped up the globules of crème. As I reamed her fine cunt with two fingers, I could hear her moaning into Rachel's sex. Slippery as a slab of liver, Chloe's pussy seemed to beg for me to enter.

  I eased my cock inside Chloe's slick silky slit and I felt her tense as she sucked in a gasp of air. As I pummeled her posterior and massaged her remarkable clitoris with my hand, I marveled at the scene unfolding below me. Rachel lay diagonally across the bed her legs spread wide, her pretty feet in the air, for access of Chloe's busy mouth, which was licking and sucking the fluids from her hot pussy. As our groans and moans spread through the air, the heat of the room seemed to increase.

  Chloe had brought Rachel to orgasm. She began her scream of ecstasy. Her back arched, arms flailing at the sheets, head moving back and forth sideways. Then in the middle of her orgasm, I sensed the walls of Chloe's pussy tightening around my cock preceding her imminent eruption. She screamed into Rachel's sex as the full blown orgasm descended on her, crying with pleasure.

  Then, it was my turn. My own ceremony of orgasmic bliss began. A titillating sensation spread through my body as I ejaculated bountiful amounts of milky fluid into Chloe's warm waiting pussy. I collapsed onto the bed, totally satiated, and trembling. Soon, two lovely naked ladies surrounded me. This is a birthday to cherish. With my love, Rachel on my right and the sexy Chloe on my left, their two hands joined on my cock, I glanced up at the ceiling and noticed myself staring down on us from the mirrored ceiling. I'd just lived the fantasy of most if not all of the men in the world. A ménage a trois!

  Man wasn't that something, said Rev. Robertson, Seems like things are wilder since we settled down. I'm not complaining though. Are we going to do any more?

  You like that huh, Rev.? Yeah, I'm sure we'll be doing more. We're just resting and then I'm going to get as much of this hot sex as my dick will let me.

  I knew we weren't done for the day. Surely, we would fuck well into tomorrow morning but secretly, I hoped that wouldn't be the extent of it. I hoped that we could do this in the future.

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  I gazed at the three of us, naked in the overhead mirror. CC on Scott's left, I on his right, our heads resting in the crook of his neck, each of his hands resting on one of our breasts, while CC and my hands joined over his cock jerking it in unison. What a handsome threesome we make.

  Scott appeared in deep thought.

  "Are you enjoying your birthday present, dear?"

  I could see him kiss CC on the head, then saw and felt him do the same to me.

  "In my wildest dreams, I could never imagine how good that would be. It was my greatest sexual experience. Thank you both for a birthday present I'll remember forever."

  CC sat up, swung around, lay down so her face was by his semi-erect member, and placed her fist around it. “Mmmmm.” He sighed when as she began to stroke his cock. He began to finger her as she worked on him and I ran my fingers through her white hair. “Just think, your birthday isn't even half over,” I reminded him.

  "Yes, I know. Isn't it ... fantastic? I get to enjoy you both ... for another twelve hours."

  My plan was working. Scott had been intimate with Chloe. We would continue to share each other for the rest of the day, the rest of the week, the rest of our honeymoon and if Scott was willing, until...

  "Tell me, how did you happen to get a ticket for Chloe?"

  I watched him in the mirror. His eyelids lowered in a frown as his eyes looked up and into mine. “I really don't know. I told you I had this dream. In it, I was lying on the piano bench at my house and you were playing the piano while sitting on my face and Chloe was straddling me riding my member. It was hot. Maybe I foresaw something in that dream. Maybe you both were giving off vibes. In any event, the dream came true and I'm enjoying you both for my birthday."

  "Longer if you wish. Chloe and I talked about this. Your birthday present doesn't have to end with your birthday. It can last days, a week, the whole honeymoon or as long as you want. Think of Chloe as the gift that keeps on giving. We could even re-enact your dream when we get back."

  "That sounds like fun,” chipped in Chloe, “I'd love to do it on a piano bench."

  "That would be something.” His expression turned serious. “Rachel, sweetheart. Doesn't it make you jea
lous when I make love to Chloe?"

  "A little, I suppose, but then I think of how good you are making each of us feel, how good you each make me feel and it passes. Don't forget we both share Chloe."

  I loved Scott and I loved him even more for sharing his huge sexual appetite and talents with Chloe. And even more for allowing me to be with Chloe. It was a fair exchange. We were all attracted to each other and now we would share each other.

  He didn't know and didn't need to know that Chloe and I had occasionally been intimate going all the way back to our days at San Francisco State. After all, didn't he say our previous sex lives were nobody's business but our own?

  As the old expression goes, it's a win, win situation for everyone. It's like a two-for-one sale. He gets her and me. I get him and her and she gets both of us.

  I didn't plan it that way, but it seemed like a sign when Scott got three tickets for our honeymoon instead of two.

  I wonder if three of us can all fit in that tiny bathroom on the flight home?

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  Chapter Twenty-two

  When Three isn't a Crowd

  "I'm definitely pro-choice. Sometimes my choice is Rachel, sometimes it's Chloe but it's always good."

  Scott Rader

  It's been five months since our memorable honeymoon. Except for a single day at a Paris recording studio to record our first and only CD for RCA, we were total sex freaks. We screwed our way across Paris. Chloe and I were insatiable and Scott was with us—or I should say, in us—all the way.

  Fucking at the top of the Eiffel Tower was a must. The Louvre, The Paris Opera House and Palace of Versailles among others. For one glorious month, we threw propriety out the window. We fucked in public, in private, in restrooms, in shows, restaurants, in a subway station, in a train, on top of a train, in basements, elevators, the shower, the dining room table, the Jacuzzi, the sauna, on roofs, even in a telephone booth, in preparation for the flight home.

  The three of us even went to and fucked the hell out of London. Scott screwed both of us, fully clothed in Hyde Park. We were naughty and wicked, and loved every minute of it.

  Of course, we had taken photos, but for a grand finale, we hired a pornographic cameraman to film our last day. The guy followed us, filming everything we did that day, as a memento. The climax of our film was an orgy of sex at the apartment and we even made a video denouement—finale—for Lester. The cameraman complemented us on our enthusiasm, saying this was without a doubt the best porn film he had ever shot. He begged us to let him release it. I laughed and told him if we ever wanted to go public, we would look him up.

  Since then, many things have happened. Our album garnered critical acclaim, selling a quarter of a million copies. Someone told us that was good for a debut.

  Chloe, feeling outgunned by even small busted me, got a boob job. Now, I'm the one that's outgunned but only slightly. Scott, even though he likes Chloe's new tits—I like them, too—says mine are perfect so I'm staying put for now.

  Chloe and I appeared in the film as entertainers and even had small speaking parts. In the movie, we played a new song we had written and they used a second song of ours for the credits. The movie is set for release soon and the sound track is already in stores. Scott says there is talk of an Oscar nomination for our song. They think it's that good.

  I saved the big news for last. I'm pregnant. It's supposed to be a girl, so Scott got his wish. Felicia is due in July. That's four months. For those good in math—yes, I got pregnant in Paris—and I'm getting big. We haven't picked a middle name yet but I did veto his smart-alec suggestion of Vajina. Vagyna, too. I think it should be a French name in honor of our lascivious honeymoon of conception.

  Chloe stopped taking her birth control pills. To my surprise, she says she loves Scott as much as me, doesn't want her own man and is content with her place in our family. Wouldn't be something if she had Felicia's little half-brother—a love child. She asked Scott if it would be all right and he said, ‘hell yes'.

  Guess what? Inspired by Nora Steele, Chloe, when we're not practicing and not writing lyrics, is writing an erotic novel, set in Paris. Inspired by you know what. She's written nine lustful chapters and let me tell you, It gets me wet reading it. I climbed the walls. Scott read it and got a hard on. We laughed about it and then the two of us blew him. He likes it when we do that.

  We went to Dan and Sara's wedding last Sunday. Scott was the best man and Sara was beaming. Chloe and I thanked her for her efforts on our behalf. She was nice and so were we, but there was a tension between us. Is it logical that Chloe has had her orifices filled by Scott, with my good wishes, well over a hundred times and yet I resent Sara for something she and Scott did before I met him? I suppose I'm being petty. Now that she's married, maybe I'll get over it.

  Oh, I almost forgot. Love must be in the air. Uncle Cedric has a girlfriend. A live-in girlfriend. Her name is Tawny. She is tall and buxom. Scott says she's a nude dancer a one of those nude places. I guess she really seems to be taken with Ced.

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  Epilogue

  "Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time—it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable."

  Sydney Smith

  I went to the door and asked, “Who's there?"

  "UPS, Sir, I have a package for you."

  I opened the door a crack and peeked through. He lifted the small package for me to view.

  My head was splitting, “Pass it through, “I said.

  "You have to sign, Sir."

  "Give it to me."

  He passed the clipboard through the crack. I took it, signed it and passed it back through.

  "Here you go, Sir. Have a nice day."

  I took the package and thought, humpf, I haven't had a nice day since I was released from jail six weeks ago.

  I studied the package. It was from her! Mrs. Scott Rader. PO Box 6552, Las Vegas, NV 89120.

  I tore the wrapping off and there were two CDs. No, one was a DVD. The CD cover displayed CC with her acoustic guitar sitting on a piano played by Rachel. The title was ‘One for the Road.’ I'll be damned. They got a recording contract. I threw the CD against the wall shattering it. “Fuck you, you fucking trollops."

  I looked at the DVD jewel box. It contained no hint of what was within. I turned on the TV, slipped it in the DVD player and hit play. The Eiffel Tower appeared with ‘Our Honeymoon’ scribed across it, apparently the title. Next came a scene of Rachel and Chloe and they appeared to be undressed. Chloe spoke, “Hi, Lester. Remember us? I'm Chloe."

  "And I'm Rachel. We have some things in common."

  "Yes, both of us used to be your clients,” said Chloe, “and we both have been to bed with you."

  "Yes, you lucky man. Another thing Chloe and I have in common is that you have beat the crap out of us both."

  Chloe shook her head and said, “Tsk, tsk. It's not nice to beat up women. But I'm sure you know that. We're here to tell you that Rachel and I have something new in common for which we're very excited."

  The camera went down and zoomed in between them. I winced as it focused on a rigid cock with two hands around it. I knew what was coming. “What we now have in common,” Rachel said, “is Scott's cock. We just love Scott's cock, don't we, Chloe?"

  "Oh, yes. Scott's cock has been in me at least a hundred times this month.” I winced again.

  She bent down pausing over the upright cock. “Make that a hundred one times.” Chloe's tongue licked the length of Scott's cock then buried it in her mouth. “Arrrrgh.” I yelled, throwing an empty beer bottle against the wall.

  Chloe stopped. She took the cock out of her mouth and looking up at Rachel, said, “Your turn, baby."

  "Umm, I can't wait.” Chloe held his cock up while Rachel lifted her leg up and over Scott's now visible body and impaled herself on the upright cock. A close-up showed Rachel's inverted V beginning to move around and up and down on the cock then p
anned to Rachel's face. “Mmmm, Scott's cock feels so good."

  "Arrrrgh.” I threw another bottle against the wall.

  "If you're wondering why we are doing this, it's because we want to let you know that we have moved on and that you should move on as well.” An arm went around Rachel and Chloe planted a kiss on Rachel's cheek. The camera panned over and in on her. “Yes, we have indeed moved on, Rachel and I are both deliriously happy and Scott has us performing in one of the Vegas hotels, a record contract with RCA and a movie contact. Isn't that something?"

  The camera moved back to Rachel. “Obviously we don't need you anymore, Lester, so consider this video your pink slip.” The camera panned around Rachel and zoomed in to a facial of Scott. “In other words, Lester, You're fired."

  The screen went blank for a second then a message came up

  Just in case you have thoughts of giving this video to the media. We should tell you that it was made to play once and only once.

  I stopped the DVD and restarted it once more. Nothing. I fast forwarded. Nothing. “Awwwh—shit.” I picked up the DVD player, yanked it from its cords and threw it though the window.

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  About the Author

  After living in Las Vegas for thirty years, I moved to the Phoenix area. I started writing fiction in 2005 and much of my writing revolves around Vegas or Hollywood.

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