Come Home With Me: Part 2 (Erotica / Couple Play / Menage / Food Play)

by Laura Cooper

  Taking over the awkward scenario I moved towards the door, “Good morning Roland! I didn’t expect you this early!”

  Roland Wilder was the previous owner of our home and property. He and his wife had spent many years perfecting their line of thoroughbred horses, and had finally made the big time. Of course, coming into such luck required that they move immediately to Kentucky.

  Roland, discovering that we would have a vet on staff full time, requested that we keep a few of his breeding mares until he could arrange to move them to their new home. I had always loved seeing horses in the fields so was more than happy to entertain his horses for a month until they got settled. It also didn’t hurt that Roland was simply gorgeous. With skin the color of sweet tea, a chest that any linebacker would be proud of, and muscles that rippled when he so much as smiled, I was simply smitten with him.

  The strong Brazilian stepped fully into the foyer and closed the door behind him. “I did not mean to interrupt your…party.”

  “Nonsense please come in and join us for coffee,” I said recovering from the shock of his obvious knowledge of what was going on in his prior home.

  Belinda, Prissy, Josh, Connor, Steve and Ryan were already in the kitchen watching Christie magnificently whip up breakfast over my stove. I could smell the coffee brewing as I led Roland with Karen behind him watching his ass with every step he took towards the wondrous smells.

  “Grab a seat Roland; we have had a house warming get together of sorts this weekend.” I said after having made introductions.

  “I see, Raynie and I had similar parties here.” Roland countered.

  Everyone glanced in his direction with curiosity but said nothing. I poured coffee, mindless of anything more than the fog that still inhabited my brain, and sat the cup in front of Roland. Taking my own cup over to the window I noticed several men standing in the pasture corralling the horses. “I see you brought reinforcements,” I mumbled.

  Roland glanced at me in humor, “Of course. You didn’t think I was planning on taking them all back by myself did you?”

  “Honestly Roland, I didn’t think at all.” I teased. “But really are you going to take the massage table on the third floor today as well?”

  “Raynie and I thought we would just leave it as a house warming gift of sorts if that is alright with you?”

  Chris stumbled in the kitchen doorway having caught the last of the conversation and said, “That would be great if I could figure out how to lower the thing. Honestly chap, you have the table set high enough that only a giant could get a massage!”

  Roland laughed a throaty sound of humor, “Let me finish this coffee and I will show you how it works.”

  Prissy and Belinda took the opportunity to exit from the room claiming a need to dress and prepare for the day. I knew that they would be dressing one another.

  A few minutes later, I strode behind Chris and Roland as they climbed the staircase to second floor. Passing the doorway of the guest room I realized that the door was wide open. Prissy was between Belinda’s legs eating her pussy with fervor on the sleigh bed in the center of the room. Roland and Chris halted in the doorway as though they had applied brakes to their feet. I was fairly sure that the carpet would show skid marks.

  Prissy looked up at the gathering at the doorway. “Feel free to join us if you like,” she quipped, not interrupted by her new watchers.

  Roland took that opportunity to head into the room. I was shocked by his forward behavior. He certainly wasn’t one I would have expected to be a playboy. He had always seemed so businesslike and proper. Nevertheless, he shed his shirt and jeans within a second, exposing his dark skin and more muscular physique than I could have imagined and headed towards Prissy and Belinda. Chris and I watched in awe as his cock bounded to the answer. His cock was a massive creature and I suddenly had the urge to race downstairs for a tape measure to verify its size for testimonial. I would want to try this one on for size myself, I thought while the familiar warmth spread into my pussy.

  Standing beside the bed, the contrast between Roland’s dark skin and the fair pale haired bodies of Prissy and Belinda was striking. Roland took his massively long prick and bounced it on Prissy’s ass as it was in the air. She was bent over Belinda’s pussy, but provided her own ass and pussy for full view. Taking his cock in his hand, Roland rubbed it between her ass cheeks. He slowly moved it up and down the slit between her legs until Prissy moaned with approval. Chris and I watched as the monster slowly slid into Prissy’s fair skinned pussy. Moving in and out of her with care I saw Prissy’s face flush. I was sure this was the largest cock she had ever had inside of her, it was bigger than the cucumber she fucked me with yesterday.

  Prissy was not going to be distracted from her purpose and continued to lick Belinda’s pussy, only now with more intense desire. Her ass was twisting and turning to meet Roland’s dark dick as he began to increase the pace in which he was fucking her. Catching sight of the situation beyond her legs Belinda separated herself from Prissy and moved to the end of the bed. I could tell she wanted to share this huge prick; she wore a look of curiosity and desire.

  Crawling underneath Roland she gathered his bull sized balls in her hands with care. Chris and I saw her tongue flick from her mouth like a snake tickling his tea colored balls. Roland moaned and pounded Prissy’s mound harder and harder. Knowing that Prissy was most likely distracted by the sheer size of the cock inside her I shook aside my shock at the sight before me and climbed onto the bed with the threesome.

  Opening the drawer next to the bed I took out the blue vibrator that I kept there. The thing had a mind of its own and a motor the strength of a power drill. Turning it on full blast I placed it with pressure against Prissy’s clit. She screamed in delight and continued to swirl her ass against Roland’s cock and now the earthquake intensity of the blue machine. Roland felt the vibration through her pussy and onto his cock, with Belinda now totally engulfed in his balls there was no way he could last another minute. I pressed harder against the blue vibrator holding it with all my strength against Prissy’s clit. Roland moaned loudly as Prissy went into her orgasm and pushed back against his mile long dick taking it into her pussy fully. Roland’s head searched the ceiling as he exploded his cum inside her. A visible shiver shook his body as his second stream of cum emptied into her. Belinda released her hold on his balls and slipped quietly from the end of the bed to grab onto Chris for support in simply standing. Prissy didn’t move. It was if she was afraid the monster still lumbering inside her pussy would break if she did. Roland stood silently for a moment then carefully slid out of her clearly interested in the outpour of cum that came out with his dark cock. Prissy flipped over and plopped onto the bed next to me, I turned the blue machine to off and held her as she shivered against my breasts.

  “Well now you really do know how to throw a party Laura!” Roland smiled at Prissy and me lying on the bed below his massive form.

  Clearing his throat, Chris said, “Alright, let’s get to this massage table repair because I think these girls are going to need more adjustments before the day is over!”

  The Upstairs Room

  We followed Roland up the stairs until he reached the third floor. This room was curious to me because it was very plain, so very much in contrast to the other rooms in the home that Roland had built over 20 years ago. The room had only one window that peered over the front of the house high in the dormer of the front façade. One entire wall in the room was nothing but mirrors, my best guess was that it was an in home gym, but why would anyone put heavy weight equipment all the way up on the third floor? It was confusing. Currently the only thing inside the room was the one massage table. At least that is what Chris and I deduced that it was. It was set so high that no one could comfortably give a massage at that level.

  Walking into the room, Chris and I, followed by Prissy and Belinda, watched as Roland began flipping the switches on the wall next to the doorway. Now that I thought about it there wer
e far too many switches for the lighting available in the room. All of us, except Roland, stood in awe as the wall opposite the mirrors came alive, the white painted paneling slid into folding panels that when fully moved appeared as single panels on each side of the room. It was much like an electric folding closet door in a sense. What it revealed was another issue. It was a stage with a brightly polished brass pole in its center.

  All of us laughed in unison. It was a stripper pole on its own stage! Karen, followed by Ryan, Christie, Steve and Connor entered the now expansive room. “Oh wow! This is too cool!” Connor exclaimed.

  Karen nodded in appreciation at the discovery of the surprising feature in our home. She went directly to the stage and climbed up. Pretending to masturbate against the pole and attracting the attention of the men.

  Chris turned to Roland, “Any other surprises we should know about?”

  Roland laughed his deep laugh, “No, and I didn’t mention this because I assumed you would have flipped the switches by now!”

  The guys were watching Karen twist and turn around the pole when Roland turned to the massage table. “Laura will you hop up here and I can show you what this is really for? Oh, would you mind removing your clothes first please?”

  “Certainly!” I stripped and hopped up onto the table with ease awaiting my next instruction. It entered my mind that this man sounded a great deal like a man who had a “Tramp” for a wife, but certainly the lovely Raynie was not a member of our club?

  Roland pushed me back on the table so that I was laying flat on my back. He then reached underneath the table and pulled out two metal legs with stirrups. The guy is obviously a junior gynecologist I thought, and was sure that Prissy, Belinda, and Christie who were watching with interest were thinking the same thing. Roland spread my legs onto the stirrups and I saw him latch metal cuffs around each ankle. My legs were now firmly attached to the table. He grabbed my hips and slid me towards the bottom edge, again in gynecologist fashion…without the cuffs I thought. Roland then walked around to the head of the table; underneath he removed two silver chains with additional cuffs attached. Taking each of my arms he cuffed my hands above my head. Now I was totally and securely attached to the table. I was wondering if this was simply an explanatory situation or whether I was getting ready to be molested.

  The answer came quickly as I heard the doorbell downstairs sound. Roland turned to Prissy and asked, “My dear Prissy would you mind running down and letting my men in?”

  Chris had an intense look on his face but nodded. Roland was clearly a man to be trusted, and I was sure that Chris had thought this through. I listened to Prissy’s footsteps as she climbed down the marble steps. A few minutes later, still lying there awkwardly as the center of everyone’s attention in the room, I noticed several other footsteps climbing the stairs. How many men did he have coming up here to see me lying on this table naked like this? As they entered the room I counted only 4. Whew, that was a relief.

  “Now Laura, each of these men is going to fuck you. Is that alright with you?” Roland boomed.

  I studied Chris’s face and saw a glimmer in his eyes that told me this is what he wanted to see. Looking back at Roland I nodded ok.

  On my approval each of the men unzipped their pants; I had little time to study my new acquisitions before the first cock presented itself between my legs. I noticed the beauty of the table was that a man could stand between my legs and fuck me with ease while not even fully undressing. All they needed to do was unzip their pants and stand there and fuck me. Fuck me they did! One after another, each cock drawing me further and further closer to heaven.

  The first man was a cowboy type of brawn and muscle; I could only see a white t-shirt above his waist as he plunged fingers inside me to draw out my quickly multiplying pussy juices. Finding me wet enough for his satisfaction, he rubbed his cock along my slit until he finally entered me. I felt chills up my spine and my nipples perked to attention, but I desperately wanted more.

  I looked at Roland and it was as if he already knew my question. He said, “No one else is allowed to touch you other than the man who is fucking you. This is a fucking table only. Your clit will not be touched, nor your breasts nor your mouth. They provide the cock, you simply provide the pussy.”

  This was a torture table then, I thought as my nipples began to ache with each plunge the cowboy made inside me. My mouth was filling with saliva at the need to suck something… anything.

  One after another, the men fucked me and then left the room. They never said one word. I just endured cock after cock coming into, and onto my pussy. I knew it must be a total mess down there at this point. I had never had so many men fuck me and come on me at one time. That was only a fleeting thought, however, as my insides were literally burning with the need to come. None of them had taken me to the point of release, as yet. It seemed to me in my haze of being fucked, that they were torturing me, fucking me and either pulling out just before I came only to relieve themselves onto my pussy, or coming inside me so fast that I didn’t have time to adjust to each new cock.

  Roland scanned the room as the fourth of his employee’s came onto me, “Anyone else?”

  Connor and Josh were ready and Connor slid his heavy cock inside me with a splash. My pussy was probably standing wide open at this point, and it was clearly sloshing from all of the cum that was spread around inside of it. I had always thought men desired tight pussies, but it appeared as though they were quite taken with mine now wide open and paralyzed from the extensive fucking I was getting. Connor emptied his load of steaming cum inside me and stood aside. Josh was always quick I thought, but I wasn’t sure how many times he had already come this morning with Christie. My legs were aching, and I was nearing the point of exploding with the need to have an orgasm. My head spun as Josh stuck his young prick inside of me. Fucking me hard allowing me to only listen to the sound of the smacking of his groin against my messy cunt, fortunately Josh finished in record time. I was sure my clit was standing up in full erection now. I was embarrassed by what must be the sight of my sloppy pussy.

  Lastly Roland stood between my legs, I could see his dark face between the blur of the slits my eyes had become. My head was circling with wild thoughts of climbing off this table and attacking the closest prick that was available, pinning them to the floor and riding their cock until I exploded on it. That was my thought when the monstrous cock entered my pussy.

  Stretched and loosened more than it had ever been had not prepared my hole for the gentle giant that now pressed its head into my opening. It slid in with ease, but I wasn’t sure how much of it my body would take in. Surprisingly, I felt its head touch a deeper part of me. My entire soul felt like it was being massaged. I had heard stories of another g-spot deep within a woman’s pussy, but had thought that to be only a fairy tale. Now I know that the spot exists.

  Roland’s long cock was tending to it with extreme care. He put his hand on my clit as he moved in circles inside of me, the deep penetration was exquisite and his fingers were talented on my nub. My orgasm was building and coming on faster than I realized and I heard myself scream in pleasure as he forcefully pushed his huge cock fully into my depths. I came with such surprising force that Chris came running to my side. His face close to mine I felt his lips touch mine and his tongue press inside my mouth. He kissed me passionately as Roland shot his wad of come onto my belly.

  As my eyes focused I saw Karen on the stage being fucked by her husband, Belinda and Connor were engaged in eating Josh and Christie. Ryan had Prissy on the stage with her legs spread open and was kneeling before her sucking her clit. It occurred to me that the intensity of watching me being gang banged had turned them on. Yes, this table would definitely come in handy. I might even learn to use that stripper pole in due time.

  Laura’s Picnic

  As Chris helped me get down from the table I realized that even my sexual exploits had most likely reached their limits. Hell, I had probably exceeded them. What I
did know for a fact was that the only thing I was now desperately in need of was my Jacuzzi. Reading ahead of my own mind Chris belted down the stairs and began running the bath. The Jacuzzi was made to comfortably hold two people but it was clear that I needed my space. Roland practically carried me down the stairs as Chris inserted my favorite bath salts into the steaming water.

  After they settled me into the water, Roland sat down on the side of the tub. “Laura, thank you for a delightful morning. I apologize for my quick absence. I must get the horses on the road now and head home.”

  I smiled up at Roland and accepted his kiss on my lips without hesitation. “I do hope that you will visit us again?” I asked.

  “I should think I will.” Roland flirted as he stood and left the room.

  Chris took his spot on the edge of my bath tub. “Are you alright, baby?”

  “I am wonderful! I just need to soak my aging muscles and then I will be back in full swing…so to speak.”

  Chris stood and examined me closely, “Alright then, I am going downstairs. I will send Karen up with a cocktail if you like.”

  “That would be fantastic, do explain to her gently that I need my time alone at the moment though.”

  Chris nodded, understanding me all too well. I heard his footsteps going down the hallway. A few minutes later Karen appeared hesitantly knocking at the doorway. “Can I come in?” She asked.

  “Of course you fool bring me that drink before I pass out!” I teased at her proper tone.

  She sat down and handed me the drink, I practically chugged it down and handed her back an empty glass of nothing but ice.