Random Encounters 3: “Massage à Trois”

by Maxxwell, Lexi

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  RANDOM ENCOUNTERS 3: Massage à Trois

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  ***WARNING***

  This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES.

  This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER (or whatever the local laws are in your area). All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

  First published by Lexi Maxxwell, 2012

  All rights reserved under the international and Pan-American Copyright Conventions.

  No part of this eBook may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, without written permission from the publisher. Excerpts may be used for the purposes of review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © Lexi Maxxwell 2012

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  RANDOM ENCOUNTERS 3: Massage à Trois

  Selena is overworked and underfucked. On the road, and staying in a nice hotel, she decides to hit the local jazz joint to find some fresh meat to soothe her achy twat. She finds two studs eager to please. Soon they’re back at the hotel, they’re rubbing her down with gobs of oil, and that’s when things start to heat up.

  Selena was planning for a threesome. But might she have sucked off more than she can handle? And what will she do when the men surprise make a last minute change to the menu? Find out in Random Encounters 3: “Massage à Trois”

  (Approximately 2900 words)

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  The last few weeks were crushing. Selena was traveling from coast to coast and top to bottom for a month. She’d been so busy, she hadn’t even had time to fill her pussy with the cock she craved so much.

  Normally, extra travel meant extra fucking. And the kind she loved best, no strings. But her schedule had been tighter than her twat.

  It was easy to get a random hookup with a guy in a hotel bar, and Selena could usually have her pick of great-looking guys, since she usually stayed at hotels with plush carpet and expensive wood, finding good-looking guys with plenty of money was rarely a problem.

  But she’d been in meetings late, and leaving the hotels early, and the lack of cock was making her downright cranky. Selena had one final stop – three days in Atlanta before she could finally fly home to LA, and finish the grueling back-and-forth for at least a few months.

  Selena stepped off the plane, turned her iPhone off airport mode, then hit the contact button for her best friend, Brenda. She picked it up on the second ring.

  “Almost done?”

  “Yeah, finally, but I’m wired as hell and one nerve short of a breakdown. Asshole Gary is riding me like a bronco and I want to punch him in his face.”

  “Don’t worry about him,” Brenda said, “he’s just threatened. You’re at a nice place, right? And this is the last three days, right? You should be able to get some good dick to help you relax. You’re in early and you don’t have to report to anyone until tomorrow. Surely, a great looking girl like you will be milking the stick by sundown.”

  “I’ve been thinking about it all goddamn day, but seriously Brenda, I think I’m going to need at least two cocks to cool my cunt down. It’s been a while, and I’m hotter than a sauna.”

  Brenda laughed. “Seeing as how you almost always get exactly what you want, and haven’t had dick, you’ll probably end up with four.”

  Selena returned the laugh, asked how Brenda’s sister was doing with the divorce – apparently never happier – then said her goodbye and grabbed a car.

  She checked into the hotel, took a long, hot shower, then put on a short black skirt, heels, and a V-Neck sweater, spilling just the right amount of her 36D’s from its neckline. She looked professional on the outside, but underneath she wore a matching thong and panties, over a freshly waxed wiggle hole.

  Selena skipped the bar, and left the hotel, crossing against the light to the jazz joint across the street. The hostess led her to a small table near the window, perfect so she could see everyone coming and going.

  She ordered a double shot of Patron, and started sipping as she watched the band set the stage. The bass player was a nice surprise, with long hair neatly pulled in a ponytail and an obvious sixpack under his tight tee. He looked up and and saw Selena watching, but didn’t turn. He smiled. She raised her glass and brought the Patron to her mouth.

  The band started to play, but they were nothing like she expected, less jazz than folk, and better than the stage. One of the guys from the table beside her said, “excuse me, but we couldn’t help notice you’re eating alone. Would you like to join us at our table?”

  Selena said, “sure, as long as you don’t try and get me drunk,” even though she was hoping they would. They laughed and smiled, quietly assuring her they wouldn’t.

  Stan, Darren, and Paul were all land developers, in town for the next two days. They came to Atlanta every few months, always as a trio, and usually met up with a group of friends later in the night.

  Selena asked if they were planning to meet that evening, they said they weren’t sure, and that they were still waiting to hear back. Selena suggested that they return to the hotel bar, have a few drinks, fall deeper in discussion without a band in the background, even if they were pretty good.

  They stayed another three songs, then crossed the street back to the hotel.

  Stan, the only one who who was married, or at least admitted he was, said he had to take off and take care of some business. Selena hoped that meant he knew where the night was going and didn’t want to partake. That was perfect, since she was hoping for two. As horny as she was, she probably wouldn’t have been able to handle three.

  They were only a few drinks in when laughter grew uncontrollable in the bar, as they all commiserated about the pressures of constant travel, and the best ways to relieve stress.

  “What’s your best method?” Paul asked Selena.

  “What do you think?” she smiled.

  “Well, I can think of a few things,” Darren piped.

  Selena flirted, but held back to tease them. The more they wanted her ahead of time, the better. “Get your mind out of the gutter,” she said. “Unless you’re planning to stay there.”

  Paul set his empty glass on the bar and said, “Hey, let’s take this party upstairs.”

  Selena wanted them hotter than pizza from an oven, and wasn’t sure the oven was quite ready. Darren said, “The night’s not getting any younger, so lets milk every drop from its tit.”

  That made Selena drip. They were on their way to the elevator a second later.

  Selena had gotten a complimentary upgrade, one of the perks from traveling constantly and staying at the same chains. So they walked into a full suite. Paul and Darren took off their jackets and tossed them onto the large, overstuffed chairs sitting in the sitting area.

  Paul asked Selena if she wanted anything to drink. She said no, but told him he could help himself to anything he wanted in the bar. Darren asked if she’d like him to massage the aches of travel from her body.

  “That sounds amazing,” she said.

  “Okay then, why don’t you lay on the bed and take off your clothes.”

  It was amazing how he said it, like he was doing her a favor.

  She went to the bathroom and peeled
off her skirt and top, but left her panties on. They could peel those from her later. Besides, they helped absorb her soak. If she took them off now, they’d see how sopping wet she was.

  Selena stepped from the bathroom. Paul was sprawled in an armchair, sipping a tumbler of Jack he’d poured from the minibar. Darren had laid a towel over the bed and was gesturing for her to lay down. He whistled as she approached. “Wow, you look even better out of your clothes than you do in them!” He added, “I didn’t mean you had to take everything off. Just enough for me to get the sore spots.”

  Paul raised his glass.

  Selena said, “Well thank you. But I didn’t take everything off, I left my panties on, see.” She snapped the elastic, then added: “Besides, most of my stress is in my pussy, and that’s the only thing I left covered.” Selena smiled like the devil, then lay on the towel.

  Darren stripped to his waist, explaining to Selena that he didn’t want to get oil on his Brooks Brothers. She smiled, said okay, then closed her eyes and waited. A few minutes later, she smelled the almond scented oil as Darren’s strong hands worked her back. She was sinking deep, with such a sharp pang in her pussy, she wasn’t sure she would last through the whole massage.

  The hands on her body doubled. Darren hadn’t moved, which made it Paul rubbing the soles of her feet. She heard another squirt from the almond oil, then felt Paul’s hand kneed into her flesh. Even if neither one shoved a cock inside her, this was definitely the best day of the trip so far.

  But there would be a cock inside her. Oh yes, there would be cocks.

  Between the alcohol, the massage, and the recent drought of dick, Selena was getting hornier by the second. Paul was working his way up her calves, along her thighs and was a flick away from the fuzz on her pussy. Darren had strayed from her shoulders and was all over her ass.

  “How’s that?” he whispered.

  Selena moaned.

  Darren’s fingers were under her thong and pulling it down. She turned over so they could see her tits and hard nipples. “Doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one naked,” she said, her panties now on the floor.

  She couldn't wait to see what her duo was packing, and was thrilled when neither answered with words, and quickly stripped to nothing instead.

  Paul was on top of her first, taking her left nipple in his mouth. Darren was only a beat behind with the right, both guys sucking hard.

  “Mmmmmm,” Selena moaned, perfectly relaxed, everywhere except at her pussy, which was still pounding. “Who is going to fuck me first?” Selena moaned, surprised at the way the question fell from her mouth, dirtier and more forward than she’d expected. Then again, she was laying spread eagled on the bed, with a pair of men sucking her tits; men she’d known for all of two hours – so who was she to say what was too forward.

  Paul answered with three fingers, sliding inside her like slick on an oil. She moaned, hard as electricity crackled across her tits, then slithered like a snake into the skin behind her ear.

  She squirmed on the bed while Paul sloshed her pussy. Darren plopped Selena’s nipple from his mouth, then ran his lips down her stomach and thighs until he found her wet spot, and started lapping at it like a mountain of ice cream. His hands were suddenly under her ass, spreading her cheeks like he was opening drapes, before eating her pussy like he was starving in prison.

  Selena flooded his mouth and almost started begging for dick, feeling the firecracker of an orgasm crackle in the sky of her cunt, then explode from her ears.

  Selena’s head was hanging from the bed, tilted to the side – the perfect angle for Paul to shove his pole into the open O of her still moaning mouth. She clamped down with her lips. Paul started fucking her too hard for her to do much beyond take it, which she did, with an even louder moan.

  Selena fingers fought Darren’s mouth for control of her mound, while Paul slowed his thrusting so Selena could suck him better, licking past the tip so she could lap down the shaft and cradle his balls in her mouth.

  Paul’s head rolled back and his eyes snapped shut. He grabbed Selena’s tits so he could stand steady while fucking her mouth faster. Darren was still eating like he was on thirds at Christmas, Selena’s legs were still stretched as wide as they would go. She shrieked, liquid pouring from her pussy as Paul pulled his cock from her wet mouth.

  Before Selena could blink, Darren’s dick was in her mouth. It wasn’t, but it felt twice the size of Paul's: 12 inches, at least, and built like a fire hose full of water.

  Selena involuntarily whimpered, since the cock rocked more of a slap than she was used to. He drove Selena to a choke. “Sorry,” Darren said, then held himself by the base and softened his rhythm.

  Selena was wondering where Paul had gone, when he grabbed her ankles and proved the value of pilates by putting her legs straight in the air. Dickless weeks had tightened her twat, so she screamed when he shoved himself inside her, despite her earlier creaming.

  The scream was short, her moan was long.

  “You feel AMAZING!” he cried.

  Selena said nothing, her mouth full of meat.

  Darren had done a helluva job massaging her earlier, so she wanted her cunt to caress his cock until she gave it the best fucking blastoff off his life. She wiggled her middle like she was plugged in the wall. His cock throbbed like it was ready to blow, but he pulled out to suck on her nipple.

  His lips were on the pink of her tips when there was a loud knock on the hotel door.

  “It’s Stan! Open up!”

  Selena said, “How did he know you were here?”

  Darren said, “I called him while you were getting out of your clothes and told him to meet us. You don't mind, right?”

  Selena sorta did, if she wasn’t drunk on dick it would have pissed her off. Paul and Darren knew they were coming up to fuck her. That was sexy. Inviting Stan up without asking was assuming, and slutty. She didn’t like it.

  But it was hard to care when her cunt was practically on fire.

  She whimpered okay, while Paul continued to thrust, while asking her if she liked his huge cock in her tight little cunt.

  She did, and yelled it as a greeting to Stan as he rushed inside the room.

  Selena wasn’t sure how she would handle a trio of taco stuffers. She’d never even had a duo before. Stan was putting her tits in Heaven while her pussy got punished by Paul. Darren's cock kept growing swollen in her mouth.

  She suddenly realized what three dicks would probably mean. She was loving all the rock hard around her, but if she didn’t shoot the goo from one of the cannons, Selena would end up with one of them blasting her ass.

  She wiggled and whimpered at the realization.

  It wasn’t that she couldn't or wouldn’t, or even didn’t want to. She’d done it a couple of times, always drunk, and it felt good, at least after the first minute. But she’d always been prepared. She’d never had ass sex in the heat of the moment. Of course, she’d never let three men fill her before, either.

  Stan stood, the other two pulled from their holes and the three men had a Chinese fire drill. Darren and Paul flipped Selena on her stomach so Stan could have a turn with his dick in her mouth. Darren started eating pussy from the back, but quickly traded lickin’ for stickin’ and shoved his dick inside her, grabbing her ass as he drove himself deeper.

  Selena rattled and shook as she came.

  She felt oil drizzling down the crack of her ass, and a second later, Paul’s finger was probing her asshole, massaging it slowly as he worked his way inside, while Darren kept slamming her sliver. Paul added a second finger, plunging them deeper, at first slowly, then quickly, matching the rhythm of Darren's thrusts, which were driving Selena deeper into another quickly reached orgasm.

  Stan's dick was fully engorged in Selena’s mouth, while he patiently waited to fuck her. Darren reached beneath her breasts, then pulled her from the bed until she was kneeling. Stan moved beneath her until he was flat on his back. Darren pulled out, then motioned for
Selena to straddle Stan.

  Selena swallowed him to the balls, then leaned over, grabbed him by the shoulders and began bouncing her ass up and down, while his dick went in and out, and in and out. Darren grabbed her ass, mashing his fingers into flesh as he moved it up and down on Stan's dick, multiplying the strength of his thrusts.

  Selena screamed as the dick went in her ass, grateful the fuckstick was dipped in oil. The pain was there, but it only took seconds for pleasure to punch its face and tell it to get lost.

  Another orgasm swallowed her whole.

  Stan thrust his pelvis, driving his dick deeper in her pussy. Selena was getting fucked like a porn star, and no one was filming. She would’ve given anything to watch what she couldn't believe was happening to her.

  Selena turned as Paul pulled himself from her ass. Stan hungrily shoved himself inside her. Darren came to the front and started fucking her in her furbox.

  Paul was a foot away, jacking his shaft and enjoying the show. She was grateful he hadn’t tried to go ass to mouth. Selena drew the line at shit.

  Stan slammed into Selena a final time, then filled her with cum.

  Darren was still stroking her slit, so he traded places with Stan and dove into her dirthole.

  Paul’s cry preceded his cum by a second, then showered Selena, with the largest globs getting in her hair.

  Darren blasted a mountain of goo a few beats behind everyone else. Cum puddled the bed. Selena licked her gentleman dry, then said goodnight, agreeing to meet them again the following evening.

  After all, two dicks were amazing. But three took care of the stress. And in the back of her mind she wondered if they had even more friends waiting to join the fuckfest.

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