Robert returned home, even hornier than when he left. It took everything inside him not to call an escort, even more not to go back downstairs and get in the car, then drive down to Kipling Ave. where he was pretty sure he could get a girl to do whatever he wanted for $50 or so.
But that was only habit speaking. Robert knew, with a rather sickening certainty, things were finished with Sophia, and that he would never go whoring again.
Robert didn’t feel like cooking, so he called Poppalucci’s and ordered some pasta carbonara, three orders so the bill would be big enough to justify delivery, then opened a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass. He was tipsy in minutes and drunk when the doorbell rang 42 minutes later. He took the bags of carbonara from the pimply delivery boy, handed him $50, which included a $20 tip, then closed the door, sat on the couch, and started eating from the bag while watching the Money Report.
Robert ate maybe six bites before he was finished.
He flipped off the television, then went to the bedroom and peeled off his clothes. He got into bed naked, then turned on the bedroom TV and scrolled through a selection of titles. He decided on Bigger is Better VI, then started stroking.
The tiny blond on the big screen was trying to get her smallish mouth over the head of a massive stretch of miracle meat, when Sophia entered the room. “You don’t have to do that alone,” she said.
Robert couldn't believe his eyes. He took his hands from his dick and said, “Sophia,” his voice a hoarse mockery of its usual strength. A second later she was in bed beside him, her hands were everywhere and mouth over his.
She kept stroking his cock as she covered his neck with kisses, moving her lips across his skin and making his smallest hairs stand at attention. She broke from his mouth with a final flick of her tongue, then swallowed his swollen, bulging shaft.
“Robert,” she whispered, releasing his meat and meeting his eyes. He moaned yes as he pulled her gauzy top over her head and then the panties from her body. She said, “I want you to fuck me first, and make love to me later.”
“Only if you promise to stay,” he said.
“I promise.”
She kissed his neck as he ran his fingers through her hair. He inhaled the wintry scent of her shampoo and tucked the long blond strands behind her ears, then nibbled on her earlobe. His cock was throbbing, pushing hard into her thigh. Her long fingers found the length of his back, and she begged him to enter her, punctuating her plea with a long line of scratches, which started just below his shoulders and traveled down his arch to his ass.
Sophia spreads her legs wide and he plunged himself inside her. Robert pushed himself deeper, exploring her in a new way, somehow knowing this time was different, more permanent, and infinitely more rewarding.
They were silent. There were no screams or cries or foul-mouthed shouts, just the rise and fall of their blended breath, driving them toward a union of pleasure, harder and faster, and faster and harder.
Sophia had asked to be fucked first, but they made love anyway. This time it would be he who gave her what she needed, not wanted.
Robert finally thrusted hard with a stuttering cry, shooting his seed in a splatter along her inner walls. She dug her nails deeper into his back and pushed her pelvis as hard as she could against him, almost as though she were grateful to have him, her body meeting his long and throbbing orgasm with a rattle and hum of her own.
They lay in silence, losing track of the hours, until the brush of her nipple brought another spring to his cock, sending them into another swirl through the sheets. They came together a second time, then fell to sleep with their breathing in harmony.
The next morning Robert rose before Sophia, starting the coffee and waking her with a kiss. He watched the sun rinse her beautiful skin until she blinked her eyes, then opened them fully as she stared in at him with a smile.
“Good morning, Beautiful,” he said.
“Morning,” her smile widened. Her hand snaked beneath the sheets trying to find purchase of his cock. He wondered how many times they’d make love before getting going with their day.
“So what are you doing today?” he asked, tasting the unfamiliar, yet welcome question on his tongue.
“I’m going to lunch with a few of my girlfriends. We meet once a month. Celeste, who I’ve told you about, plus a girl we work with, Brooke. Today Celeste’s sister, Autumn, will be there, too.”
“What do you guys talk about?” Robert lowered his head and wrapped his lips around her naked nipple.
“We tell stories.”
Robert lifted his head and Sophia’s nipple fell from his lips. “Have you ever told any stories about me?”
“Of course,” she said. “And I’ll be telling another one today.”
“Oh,” Robert lowered his head for seconds, “What are you going to say?”
“That it’s our last lunch together, now that I’m officially retired.”
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Celeste Sinclair: Cumfest Bachelor Party!
Celeste was the evening celebrity, surrounded by a half dozen horny men.
She fueled their fire, wiggling her ass and bouncing her gorgeous tits. She was enjoying being the show, could feel the inner sweat of the men’s swelling bulges.
Celeste would have bet a year of celibacy that there wasn’t a flaccid cock in the house.
It was her first bachelor party, booked by one of her best clients, Mark, for his best friend, Andy. Andy was 48 and stupid rich, which was probably the demographic of the entire room. Mark wasn’t just one of her best clients, he was also one of the most fun. When he asked if Celeste did parties, after he’d enjoyed the menage a trois he’d booked with her, Sophia, and Celeste, she said sure, she’d be happy to do it for just twice her regular rate.
It started out with music and dancing. Celeste’s job was to sway in the middle of the room as eye candy. She would happily fuck Andy if he wanted, and Mark, of course, but most of the other men were married, so Mark figured there wouldn’t be a lot of passing around.
Celeste hoped he was wrong, and bet him he probably was.
It started out casually enough, with Celeste swinging her hips to songs ranging from LFMAO’s “I’m Sexy and I Know it” to Warrant’s hair band classic, “Cherry Pie.” But as alcohol started to soak the group, the mood moved with the new inebriation. Pretty soon, guys were throwing cash on the floor so Celeste would bend over and pick it up.
Celeste could see a half dozen hard cocks pushing against the fabric of their designer pants, which only fueled her further. She went from topless to naked, peeling her black thong from her ass and tossing the pair to a handsome, salt and pepper haired gentleman standing toward the back.
Her panties were heavy with wet as she threw them across the room. She swayed with a smile, thrilled to finally be free of the thin lace. She was proud of her glistening slit, and wanted the room full of men to see it and crave her, wanted them hungry to shove their cocks in her holes.
Wanted them to fill her as much as she wanted to be filled.
Maybe Mark was right, most of the men in the room seemed to enjoy looking at her, like a piece of art, but that didn’t necessarily mean they wanted to fuck her, despite the fatties fucking up the clean line of their fancy pants. But as much as Celeste loved to be looked at, she liked to be craved even more.
When someone craved her cunt, they fucked her like they meant it, and that’s the way Celeste liked to get fucked most of all.
She danced in a circle, shaking her ass, bending over, grabbing her ankles, and smiling at the crowd from between her legs. Her panties were off for less than a minute when she felt every eye on her, and all conversation immediately cease.
It was exactly what she wanted.
Celeste started rubbing her clit with one hand and her tits with the other. She wanted to start digging deep in her pussy, but it wasn’t yet time or part of the show.
She looked past the crowd toward Paul, a shy looking guy with glasses, standing tow
ard the back. She thought for a second that she should start with Andy, since it was his bachelor party after all, but figured it was better to save him for later.
She wiggled her finger at Paul, a come hither with a curling pointer. He raised his eyebrows. She nodded, then slipped the finger into her mouth and held it a second behind her puckered lips before pulling it free with a long and lingering slurp.
Paul pointed at his chest, as if to say, “who me?” Celeste nodded again and he slowly made his way toward her. She was dancing, her hands back to caressing her most sensitive areas, swaying in time to “You Can Leave Your Hat On.” Paul stood awkwardly beside her, but only for a moment before Celeste took one hand and put it on her ass, then placed the other on one of her tits and pushed herself against him.
Paul groaned. The room erupted in laughter and applause. Celeste could feel his cock pushing against her. She wanted to bend over and let Paul fuck her as hard as she knew he wanted to, but it wasn’t yet time, or part of the show.
Mark was suddenly beside Celeste, whispering in her ear. She laughed, then nodded and said, “Sure thing.” A moment later she was pushing Paul to his knees and shoving his mouth into the moist of Mount Pleasant.
Paul may have been shy, but he knew how to lick a girl’s clit, and didn’t mind proving it to the room. Maybe he knew how hard he’d make Celeste scream and wanted to look good in front of the guys, or maybe he was just doing what the thick of his third leg was telling him to.
The combination of a tongue in her cunt and a room full of handsome men watching sent Celeste into the evening’s first orgasm. She finished screaming, then took a step back from Paul, who was wiping the glaze from his mouth. Celeste leaned into Paul and whispered, “Do you want to be the first to fuck me?” He panted yes, then she signaled to Mark that it was time to cut the music. Then, like they’d planned, he led Celeste to the back bedroom where she climbed onto the King and spread her legs. Paul stood at the foot of the bed as the remaining men formed a semi-circle behind him.
Paul pulled off his pants, then climbed onto the bed. Celeste whispered, “How do you want me?” then giggled so he’d know there was no wrong answer.
Paul didn’t answer with words. Instead, he made a circular motion with his fingers. She turned as directed, then automatically fell to all fours and looked back at him. Paul took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand, then put his left arm under Celeste and pulled her up by the torso, raising her ass in the air. She looked between her legs, thrilled to see that Paul had nothing to be shy about. He was hard as a bullet and fat as a cannon, his cock at least 10 inches. Celeste wasn’t sure if Paul planned to shove the 10 inches in her pussy or ass since he had permission for both, but was braced for either pleasure while thanking God for giving her the best fucking job in the world.
Paul went for the pussy, easing himself slowly inside until he was all the way to the hilt. He started pushing himself faster and faster until Celeste fell into the depths of a moan. The men behind them were cheering, especially Mark, who yelled, “Believe me, you can’t fuck this girl hard enough!”
Paul believed him, and he started pounding her without pause, hurling her body into its second orgasm, which was quickly followed by three through five. She could feel Paul’s pecker starting to tense, seconds from firing its first shot. Celeste yelled, “Where do you wanna shoot it?”
Paul didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled himself from Celeste, then flipped her over and straddled her in a single motion, grabbing the back of her head by a fistful of hair and shoved himself in her mouth as fast as he could so he was out of the warmth and wet as little as possible.
His first spurt flooded her mouth. Paul pulled back, uncontrollable moans pouring from his mouth as he continued to cum, pulsing on repeat, streaming all over Celeste’s face and into her hair. The second his cock was out of her, her fingers went in, filling her sopping hole with rapid thrusts and sending herself into a scream as Paul’s pudding plopped her body with warm splatters.
Celeste finished cumming, then licked Paul clean and lifted her knees in the air. She spread them wide and said, “Who’s next?”
The groom-to-be, Andy, had been insistent that he wasn’t going to partake in the prime pussy his good friend Mark had paid for, but watching his buddy Paul plow her into oblivion must have thickened his creamcicle, because he went back on his word without even blinking.
Andy didn’t seem hesitant to fuck Celeste, though he did seem timid about the half dozen guys behind him. But they were cheering, and it’s a lot easier to figure boys will be boys when your balls are swollen and ready to shoot.
Andy was undressed in seconds, and on top of Celeste just seconds after that. He moved his hand across her tits, then down her abdomen and between her legs. He was a pleasure delayer, enjoying the throb of his cock, knowing that the longer he waited to split her wider, the better it would feel, the harder he would pound her, and the thicker his glob would eventually be. Plus, Andy was a good guy, at least according to Mark. And when he said “I do,” he would mean it, making this night the last one he’d ever have with another woman. He explored her body like he was aiming to prove it.
He caressed her breasts and stomach, then moved up and along her inner thighs, making her want him as he closed in on her clit, but left it untouched. His hands were everywhere, and his hard cock pressed into her leg.
Finally, his fingers were stroking her swollen lips. She wanted to beg him to shove them inside, to shove anything inside, but knew it wasn’t yet time, or part of the show.
Or maybe now it was.
Her hands slid down the length of his body. She cupped her hands on his ass and pulled his body toward her. She wanted any part of him inside her, and since he was ignoring her cunt, she’d settle for his tongue in her mouth, but he refused that, too.
One hand stayed on Andy’s ass, the other one found his cock and started to stroke it, as she wrapped her legs around his back.
He was suddenly inside her, his lips on her nipples. He sucked hard, pulling them into his mouth as he traced her areola with his tongue. That was it. He may have been the guest of honor, but Celeste couldn't hold back any more. It may not have been time, or part of the show, but Celeste couldn't help it. She screamed, “GODdammit, make me CUM!”
Celeste would’ve been screaming “make me cum” anyway, but the crowd watching, all of them hard and breathing, was driving her toward a heavy, heaving orgasm. She couldn't believe how turned on she was with a room full of strangers watching, and couldn't stand not touching herself as they did.
Her fingers found her slit. She started stroking herself in time with his pounding. Andy suddenly stopped, knocked Celeste’s hand away, pulled himself from her, flipped her onto her stomach, then hefted himself high and held his body steady with his strong arms, plunging inside her as deep as his cock would go.
He started driving hard, both of them moaning, his balls slapping her ass with every stroke. His body tensed and Celeste knew it wouldn't be much longer. She started rubbing her nub as furiously as she could.
Another cheer rolled through the crowd, sending Celeste over the edge. A tsunami rocked her body. Something inside her burst and a flood of liquid leaked from her slit. The sight of her squirt and the spasms of her body hurled Andy over the edge. His hot spunk shot into Celeste, then trickled down, mingling with her juices.
Andy collapsed, then rolled to the side of the bed. Celeste raised her face to the crowd and threw a look across the room. “Who’s next?” she growled.
Celeste didn’t know the names of either the bald man or the salt and pepper who were suddenly on the bed, but it didn’t matter when they were on either side of her, rubbing her legs, breasts, and pussy. With three hands all over her and one inside, Celeste was cumming again in no time.
Baldie stuck his cock to her lips, and she swallowed his head like it was a cracker with caviar, while Salt and Pepper had a meal between the folds of her fuckhole. Baldie was only in her mouth
a moment when Celeste tasted the first drizzle of pre-cum.
Celeste felt a slap of naked air as Salt and Pepper’s mouth left her pussy. A second later she felt his engorged dick slip into her sopping wet pussy. A massive moan shuddered through her body. Baldie kept fucking her mouth. Salt and Pepper’s thrusts sent Celeste into another series of orgasms, making it hard to breathe around the shaft sloshing through her bowl of saliva.
Baldie’s head fluttered just as he was about to cum, then his baby batter blasted the back of her throat. Celeste swallowed as fast as she could to keep the cum from drooling from the sides of her mouth.
Baldie fell to the side of the bed, while Salt and Pepper kept pounding, sending Celeste into orgasm after screaming orgasm.
Suddenly there was another cock in her mouth – Mark’s. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he said. Celeste didn’t answer, just kept sucking. She’d never felt like more of a whore, and had never loved the feeling as much. She’d lost count of her orgasms and her pussy was in rapture. Mark’s cock tasted amazing, like always, and he was using it just as well. She started to lick the underside of his head, just like he liked. Celeste usually spent longer on the shaft before hitting the spot she knew would send him into the first shot, but she was past delirium, and barely aware that the room was breathing. She looked up from her bliss just long enough to see that neither Paul or Andy had put their pants back on, and both cocks were back at attention.
Salt And Pepper was about to lose it, slamming into Celeste with an animal cry. Celeste released a bottomless moan as his dick went deeper than deep, just as she felt Mark’s final swell inside her mouth.
Celeste swallowed every drop Mark delivered above, as Salt And Pepper flooded her cunt below. Her head was swimming, and she was wondering what would happen next, right when the answer splattered the side of her face, followed by the motion seconded with a matching one across her tits.
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