It’s no word of a lie. Without the impediment of a condom – the privilege all those years of monogamy affords you – your cock is hot and vital inside me. You thrust into me with hard, fast strokes. Rob reaches over and toys with my hanging breasts, then turns his attention to my clit, rolling it between his fingers.
You make a strange, strangled noise in your throat, and when I check our reflection, I realise that as Rob is playing with me, the heel of his palm keeps catching your balls. The movement can’t be anything but deliberate, and from the look on your face it’s not unpleasant, either. Seems I hadn’t considered all the possibilities when two men and a woman start to have fun together. Maybe I should start giving them some serious thought.
But thinking seriously about anything is getting harder, given the combination of Rob’s finger work and your remorselessly thrusting cock. Seems like having you work on me in tandem has wound every nerve, every fibre in my body as taut as it has ever been. Just when I think I can’t take a moment more of this delicious torment, you shift the pace of your stroking up a gear. That’s all it takes for the pleasure coursing through me to reach critical mass. My pussy muscles clench round your shaft as I come harder than I think I ever have, wringing your orgasm from you in the process. Face contorted in ecstasy, the cords in your neck standing out, your bullish roar is so loud they must be able to hear it out in the garden. Not that I care. Slumping into a tangled pile of limbs with you and Rob, everything that matters at this moment is right here.
‘So how was it?’ you ask eventually.
‘Wonderful,’ I reply, taking the time to kiss each of you in turn. There’s so much more I want to add. How this evening has surpassed anything I could have dreamed of. How I wish we’d had the courage to try this ages ago, and how much I want to try sucking your cock while Rob fucks me. Or – and this thought really intrigues me – watch him suck your cock, instructing him to take you deep into his throat. Instead, forcing myself to think about what might be happening down on the lawn, I ask, ‘Don’t we have a party to get back to?’
In synchrony, the two of you shake your heads. Then Rob, making it perfectly clear where he’d rather be, slithers down my body to lick the last oozing remnants of your come from my pussy, and our own private party begins all over again, with not even one garment to impede our fun.
Belle De Nuit
by Viva Jones
The hotel bar had slick beige and chocolate-coloured panelled walls, soft, sensuous lighting and chairs the colour of Caribbean sand. Kara sat at the bar, sipping a vodka martini. She was a natural beauty, with black, shoulder-length hair that framed her finely-boned face. Her dark eyes were emphasised with smoky-grey eye shadow and her lips were the shade of rich burgundy, to match her nails. She was wearing a tight-fitting asymmetrical black dress, and it showed off her slender figure and the taut breasts which really didn’t need a bra. Her legs, as toned as a young colt’s, were lengthened even more by a pair of strappy gun-heeled shoes.
She looked edgy but rich, sensual but intriguing.
A man in his late 30s approached her – he had dark hair and eyes and was wearing a navy blazer over a pair of pale chinos. He was handsome enough and looked wealthy. She caught the barman’s eye, but almost imperceptibly, he shook his head.
‘I’m waiting for someone,’ she told the disappointed stranger, indicating the stool beside her own. ‘This seat’s taken.’
She waited a few more minutes, sipping her martini, until another man entered, looking around until his eyes settled on her. He was wearing an elegantly-cut suit and had thick, dark hair that contained greying flecks she’d always found attractive. Without hesitating, he approached her as if he’d known her all his life – it was the kind of self-assurance she’d always looked for, and usually found, in a lover.
Kara checked the barman, and this time he gave her a discreet nod.
‘Is anyone sitting here?’ He indicated the stool next to hers.
‘Only the invisible man.’
He sat down. ‘A Jack Daniels, please,’ he asked the barman, who gave Kara a complicit smile. ‘My name’s Brad.’ He held his hand out.
‘Kara,’ she responded, shaking his hand. ‘And I’ll have a vodka martini.’
He ordered her drink. ‘Asides the invisible man, were you waiting for someone, Kara?’
‘Only if the right person showed up.’
He smiled, trying to understand her. Why would a beautiful woman, dressed to kill like that, be sitting alone in a hotel bar? ‘You live in the neighbourhood?’
‘I have a suite here, at the hotel. It suits my purposes.’
‘Is that right? And what purposes may they be?’
Kara just smiled mysteriously and toyed with her glass. ‘And what’s a nice American boy doing in a dirty European city like this?’ she asked him.
‘I’m handling a corporate takeover. A chain of deluxe European hotels, discreet and stylish. This is one of them, as a matter of fact.’
‘It’d be a good buy.’
‘Too right. I’m having trouble with the major shareholder, though. Guy’s like, half-dead from a stroke, but he’s still playing hard ball. Claims he won’t sell at any price. Hell, we all know that everything’s got a price.’
‘Everything? Is that so, now?’ Kara shrugged, as if no longer interested in the conversation. ‘Did you do your due diligence on the rooms?’
He looked at her, surprised, but then he smiled, and his smile was boyish but electrically charged: it was the kind of smile that could make a girl forget her own name. ‘There’s a suite I’ve yet to see.’
Kara paused and nodded towards the gold band on his finger. ‘Nice ring you’ve got there.’
The smile turned to embarrassment. ‘Twelve years, three kids,’ he admitted. ‘Not to mention a business dinner in a little over an hour. Too bad. We could have had some fun.’
‘Yes, too bad.’ Kara agreed with a resigned smile. ‘We could have had a lot of fun.’
Brad had just ordered two more drinks when his mobile rang. ‘Hello? Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, sir … I hope you feel better in the morning … I understand, of course. Take good care of yourself, now.’
‘Problem?’
‘The stroke guy. Had some kind of attack, only a minor one, but enough to cancel on me.’ He sighed theatrically. ‘So tell me? What do you suggest a man should do alone tonight in a city like this?’
‘I can think of a thing or two.’
‘That suite you mentioned earlier …?’
‘Same colour scheme as this, but with a mirror, strategically positioned opposite the bed.’
Kara stared into Brad’s chocolate-coloured eyes, willing him to take a chance.
‘Listen, I er …’ Brad struggled to find the right words. ‘Forgive me if I’m misreading the situation or something. Can I just be forward and lay down some ground rules here? I’m a happily married man, as you already noticed, but I’ve been three weeks on the road, and that’s an awful long time. You’re an extraordinarily attractive and desirable woman, and I’d have to be as half-dead as that stubborn shareholder of ours not to want you.’
Kara considered this for a moment. ‘Are you propositioning me?’
‘I guess I am. I totally did not expect to be unfaithful to my wife during this trip, but I’m tired and I’m pissed that negotiations aren’t going my way and I need a release. Maybe I can make my proposition, as you put it, more attractive? A suite, how much has that got to cost? Five hundred, would that cover it?’
She paused to consider. ‘You’d use a condom, and there’d be nothing weird.’
‘I agree to those terms.’
‘Cash.’
‘You got it.’
They rode the lift up to the top floor, careful to appear like two strangers, oblivious of each other’s presence, and she led him quickly down the corridor to her suite. Its living room was chic and impersonal and smelt of the oversized pink lilies that perched on a glass coffee table in
the centre. Taking Brad’s hand, Kara led him through to the bedroom, where a king-sized bed awaited them. On the opposite wall was an equally king-sized mirror.
‘Do you like to watch?’ Kara asked.
‘I never have before,’ he told her. ‘But there’s a first time for everything.’
He pulled her close and kissed her, deeply and urgently. Then he unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground. Underneath, she was wearing a black, lacy bra, French-style knickers and a pair of stockings and suspenders. As he admired her body, he pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, while she began tugging at his belt. As his trousers hit the ground his cock was already springing out of his boxer shorts, and Kara was pleased to see that it was hard, and of above-average size.
She pulled him towards the edge of the bed, so they were in full view of the mirror. Then, she took his cock in her mouth and licked it, studying her own reflection. Next, she opened her mouth wider and swallowed it as deep as she could.
‘Oh Jesus, that feels good,’ he sighed, losing himself in the sensation. ‘Not too much, though, it’s been three weeks already, remember?’ He pulled her up and, through her bra, stroked her breasts, teasing the fabric away from her hardening nipples. ‘I don’t want to come yet. Not before I’ve had you every which way I can.’
Kara undid the fastening and let her bra fall to the ground, and he massaged each nipple, dropping down to suck and gently bite them.
‘Five hundred buys me whatever I want, right? So keep the stockings and shoes on,’ he whispered urgently, twisting her around so she was facing the mirror, and then pushing her gently onto the bed, so her pussy was on the edge. ‘Let me just explore what you’ve got down here first.’
He dropped to the floor, his hands running over her breasts, stomach and the line of Kara’s suspenders. Then, making sure she was in full view of the reflection, he ran his fingers across the material of her knickers, before pulling the crotch to one side to expose her pussy.
‘Man, that’s a beautiful look,’ he whispered, turning to admire the view in the mirror. Then he moved his face closer, breathing in her scent, before poking out his tongue and tracing the line of her folds, expertly finding her clit.
‘Oh God, that feels good,’ she cried out, arching her back as he carried on teasing her, flicking his tongue as far as the constriction of her knickers would let him.
‘Open your legs wider, that’s right,’ he instructed. ‘Man, that’s one beautiful pussy you’ve got.’ He inserted two fingers inside her and turned to watch in the mirror as he manoeuvred them in and out. ‘I can’t wait to fuck you hard.’
Kara’s knickers felt wet and uncomfortable, and she longed to take them off. She sat up. ‘Come here,’ she said assertively. ‘We don’t want your cock to feel left out.’ She pulled him up and, with his boxers still on, took his cock in her mouth again, and she watched herself licking and sucking him, holding the base in one hand and teasing his balls with the other.
‘You’re so big,’ she gasped. ‘I don’t know if I can take you.’
‘We’ll get you nice and wet first.’
She pulled back and lowered his boxers to the floor. He had a good, tanned physique, and clearly spent a lot of time at the gym. He sat on the edge of the bed as she took control.
‘My panties are all wet,’ she told him. ‘I’ve got to take them off.’
He went to help her but she pushed him back, then turned around so that her back was facing the mirror, and in one sweeping movement, her legs straight and body bent forward, she pulled her knickers to the ground until her hands were touching the floor, and she was exposing herself to him in the reflection. Then she stepped out of them and kicked them to one side, opening her legs wider. He gasped as he admired her firm buttocks and the secrets they could no longer conceal – the dark pink of her anus, the gaping readiness of her pussy, the glistening wet folds of her cunt.
Turning her around, so they were now sideways on, he held her by her hips and placed his face close to her, and began to slide his tongue up and down and in and out until she was nearly screaming with pleasure, watching him doing so in the mirror.
‘I want you inside me now,’ she urged. ‘I’m going to come any minute, but I want to feel your enormous great cock inside me first!’
As Brad produced a condom from his inner jacket pocket, she dived between his legs and took his cock in her mouth again. After taking him as deep as she could, she pulled back and watched as he put the condom on.
Next, she pushed him down so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and then climbed on top of him, opening her buttocks and pussy lips with her fingers so he could get a good view in the mirror. She slid her wet pussy over his cock a couple of times, sighing as it stroked her clit, before pushing herself down on him, luxuriating in his size and how he filled her. After a few minutes of her thrusting on top of him, Brad took charge again, flipping her over and lowering her on to the bed, opening her legs wide. Then he stopped to look at her reflection in the mirror, and not satisfied with what he saw, swung her around so that they were sideways on, before climbing on top and sliding his cock inside her.
Holding her knees down to steady himself, he slid in and out, slowly and deliberately, filling her and emptying her, until the pace of her breathing quickened.
‘You can’t come yet,’ he whispered. ‘I’m not done with you yet. I want to see every position, from every angle. You up for the challenge?’
Kara could only moan in response. Brad pulled out and flipped her on to her stomach. Then he pulled up her bottom and, pausing to study her reflection, climbed on top and slid inside her again. He was thrusting harder now, and she gasped with his every thrust. Then he pulled out as abruptly as he’d slid in, and flipped them both over, so he was now lying on his back, and she was on top of him, and they were full on once again in the mirror.
‘I love to see your ass in the reflection,’ he whispered, holding her buttocks. ‘It totally fucking turns me on.’
His eyes on the mirror, he started gently stroking her anus, before easing his middle finger inside. She gasped and pushed back, welcoming it deeper and deeper.
For the third time she was about to come when he changed position. This time, he pulled her up so she was virtually standing, her back to the mirror, with her arms supporting her on the edge of the bed. Holding her tight, he entered her from behind, spreading her legs wide, and then started sliding his middle finger around her clit, stroking her while holding her firmly down on his cock.
‘Let me come, you bastard,’ she screamed out, fearing that if she didn’t come soon, she’d lose it altogether. ‘Let me come!’
‘One last thing.’
Now, Brad manoeuvred himself on to the bed in full view of the mirror, and pulled her on top of him, also on her back. Her legs wide open and pussy completely exposed to the mirror, he slid his cock inside her again and, while slowly thrusting, kept stroking her pussy, alternately running his middle and index fingers up and down her folds, and circling her clit.
‘Oh Jesus, this time you’ve got to let me come,’ she begged him. ‘If I don’t I’ll go crazy.’
Suddenly Kara exploded in a rush of hedonistic, voyeuristic pleasure, coming in gasps and screams, thrusting harder and harder for what felt like hours. When her orgasm finally subsided, Brad came too, gasping and grunting, pushing himself inside her until she thought she might split open.
She stayed limply on top of him for a few minutes until his cock started its inevitable slide out of her. Then she rolled off and they lay, spent, beside each other, drenched in each other’s sweat. In the end, it was Brad who broke the silence.
‘That has to go down as the most amazing fuck of my life,’ he said. ‘You have a magnificent cunt. And ass. And tits. And everything that goes with them. That’s a fuck I’m going to remember for the rest of my life.’
‘Yes, I think it is,’ Kara agreed, without emotion. ‘You know, the Chinese believe that a mirror in the bedroo
m brings bad luck,’ she went on. ‘If your soul wakes up in the night and sees its own reflection, it gets startled and creates nightmares.’
‘Is that so?’ he asked in a gently mocking tone. ‘In that case, let’s be thankful we’re not Chinese,’ he added, getting up and heading for the bathroom. ‘Because I, for one, wholeheartedly approve. I don’t see myself having nightmares over this any time soon.’
As Kara heard the shower start, she smiled at the mirror. ‘Don’t you, now?’
She sat up, staring thoughtfully at her own reflection, while he showered. She pulled one leg up so that her knee supported her chin, and her pussy was once again exposed. She could still smell sex on her body, and she liked it. When Brad emerged, clean and wholesome and reeking of expensive shower gel, he dressed quickly, before pulling out some notes from his wallet and handing them over. Wordlessly, she put them in her handbag.
He looked at her, not understanding who she was, or where she belonged. ‘Are you with an agency or something?’
‘I like to work independently.’
‘Do you have a card? You know, for when I’m in town again?’
‘No, I don’t,’ she told him bluntly. ‘Consider that a one-off.’
He was embarrassed, now that he was clean and dressed and ready to leave, to see her nakedness, and to smell the scent of their sex still on her skin. He hadn’t intended to be unfaithful to his wife, Kara could see that, and the regrets were beginning to mount. ‘Well, thank you,’ he told her awkwardly. ‘Like I said, that was the most unforgettable fuck of my life.’
‘You’re welcome,’ she said with a smile. ‘And you have a good trip home.’
‘Not before I finish this deal,’ he told her, his awkwardness turning to arrogance. ‘That sucker’s got to sell, and on my terms.’ He’d reached the door. ‘Wow,’ he cried out with an incredulous laugh. ‘What an unbelievable fuck!’
Once the door had slammed behind him, Kara got up, and, still wearing nothing but her stockings, suspenders and strappy shoes, approached the mirror, searching down one side for a release. Instantly, the mirror swung open, revealing a small room full of recording equipment, in which sat an elderly man in a wheelchair.
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