by Doris Joe
My moans and Sarah's met in the air, creating a miniature, angelic harmony with hers being the louder voice, which was unsurprising given the depth her current male partner was drilling into her. Yet, those sexual sounds were soon muffled as the male kneeling in front of her began thrusting into her mouth, taking full control with a fistful of her hair. My concentration faltered as once more a simple flick of tongue to clit sent a jolt of delight through my inexperienced, petite figure. Again, I gifted his efforts with a string of genuine moans as I felt the other male ease me onto my back before he lay down beside me. I now had two attending to me just like Sarah, only mine were being much gentler. They obviously knew exactly what my gorgeous blonde neighbour could take, judging only by the sounds of thick cock hitting the back of her throat.
The male that was now beside me leaned in for a kiss which I gladly reciprocated. I reached down with one of my trembling hands to find his cock, and much to his delight - if not surprise - I began stroking him. He kindly adjusted my tight, nervous grip and helped me build a rhythm which led to him grunting into my mouth as we kissed. His own free hand glided over my torso, although I knew exactly where his focus was, as he spent most of his time groping my chest and toying with my stillstiff nipples. The tongue that had been building me towards an early orgasm slowed to a stop, and I heard the floorboards at the foot of the bed creaking slightly as he stood up and addressed me once more.
"Chloe, is it okay if I fuck you now?" he asked politely and I quickly nodded, somehow managing to do so without sacrificing the kiss I was enjoying with his friend. Seconds passed, but to me, they felt like minutes as I waited to feel him enter me. Anticipation had me trembling even harder than before. First, however, the perfect, deep tongue kiss was ended as my second revering male rose to his knees and pressed the tip of his impressive cock to my lips. I felt like a queen in that moment. An empress who was allowing these two lesser beings to worship her. I gladly parted my lips for this offering and tilted my head to face him to make the position a little more comfortable. I planned to start off slowly and tease him but that thought quickly dissipated as the cock sank into my pussy, making me gasp. The moment I parted my lips I felt a hand on the back of my head and then experienced the warm thickness of the second male's cock pushing my moans of pleasure back. I was their queen no longer. Now, I was their toy.
The man between my legs had his hands around my hips and was slowly picking up the pace and depth of his thrusts, as if testing my limits. He was much bigger than my ex-boyfriend and thicker too. The wetness helped with the sheer stretch of my aching cunt until I felt like each of his thrusts was going to end up piercing a lung. My eyes were shut tightly, but then I heard a groaned set of words which made me weak and needy.
"Look up at me with those pretty eyes, slut." I did so, knowing he would enjoy it, but also because I enjoyed hearing his words. They made me more eager to please, which was strange for me, considering I barely even knew these men. I had nothing to prove to them, yet I wanted them to remember me.
I needed to be their good girl. My eyes locked with his and saw the hunger and burning lust in his gaze. The power balance shifted as I felt his tip breach my throat. I tensed and winced as he pushed further, taking complete control as I was left choking on his cock. Then, he pulled back leaving gooey strings of saliva over his shaft. I looked up expectantly, wondering if he came down my throat without me noticing.
"Keep that mouth nice and wide, slut," he commanded, and being his dutiful servant, I obeyed. I obeyed because each time he degraded me I felt a buzz of pure excitement fill me up. I was so ridiculously turned on. I got a second to breathe and regain control of my gag reflex before he pushed back in. Drool slid down my chin as his cock repeated, only this time I was relaxed. His tip eased in and I survived longer before choking once again on that warm, heavenly slab of meat. My mind was so focused on that task that it was delayed in responding to the increasing pleasure radiating from between my legs. I was much closer to orgasm than I first thought, as my second hunky male slammed deep and true.
I could only imagine the number of girls who had succumbed to that masterful stroke. He kept an eye on my features, making sure I was feeling as good as he was, and much to his delight I started to moan again. Loudly. It caught the other trio's attention and suddenly all eyes were on me, but they weren't shaming me. They wanted to witness the seemingly innocent girl begging to be taken harder, and faster. I did not intend to disappoint my audience.
"Fuck... FUCK!" I moaned as I stroked the other cock under my charge, slapping the saliva coated shaft against my tongue before welcoming every inch back into my slutty little mouth. His fingers tightened in my hair as I forced myself all the way down until my lips touched his crotch, leaving him hilted and moaned. When I felt a throb I moved back up, making a sloppy gurgling groan as the dick departed my mouth.
"Harder!" I whimpered desperately.
"Breed me!" I cried. "Fuck a baby into me!"
“Ufff YES! Ummmfff FUCK! Make me pregnant!!” I screamed. I thought maybe I had gone too far with the last one and my cheeks flared up with deep, red embarrassment. On the contrary, however, it spurred him on more. He grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs into the air, and then pushed them down towards me. Then, he mounted me properly and started to fuck me deeper and harder, just like I had begged for. Without needing to be guided, I returned my lips to the other's shaft and eased it back into the warm confines of my mouth, bathing it with my tongue to make sure he felt as good as his friend did.
They both took me, and I lost control. One plunged his dick deep into my throat making me choke on his manhood and my eyes water, while the other pumped in and out. In and out. His perfect cock churning up my tight pussy and making it his. Making me his.
Then, it hit me like a train. I moaned as my insides clenched around the cock and my whole body went into spasm. My toes curled as every nerve in my form tingled and throbbed with bliss, and as if timed to utter perfection, warm cum jetted into my mouth and down my throat. Just seconds later my second handsome stud could no longer hold back either. He pushed every inch inside of my contracting cunt and growled like an animal as he came too, doing his best to actually breed my young, fertile body. My sex was greedy and milked him dry, making sure every last drop of his seed was on its way to my unprotected womb; just as nature intended.
My hands and lips drained the other cock too and despite every negative thing I had heard about the taste of men's loads, his salty, gooey goodness was divine against my tongue. I savoured, swirling the liquid around my tongue before swallowing it and showing my panting man my empty mouth. "Holy shit... You swallowed it all...Good fucking girl…" I heard him pant and felt joy rush through me at the praise, and at the way his fingers stroked my messy brown locks.
I licked my lips gathering the last few drops of his seed and then looked to Sarah still between a cock and a hard shaft, by which I mean, she was being spit-roasted. I got to watch as both cocks hilted inside of her and listen to the sounds of their moans as each filled her up again. I noticed how tired she looked, and I honestly was not surprised, considering they had been at it for hours even before I had come to unintentionally join the party.
They pulled out soon after they were finished and stepped back to admire her glistening, shivering body. My two did the same, leaving me and my neighbour on the bed together, naked and wellfucked.
"Hey, Chloe..." Sarah purred as she rolled onto her back and reached out for me.
"Hey, Saz..." I replied calmly, as cum began spilling from my pussy. I shifted closer until we were face to face on our sides, breasts pushed together.
"You're welcome to stay for a little while longer... They won't be finished yet and I'm pretty sure they all want some of that pretty pussy..." my crush moaned as our mouths brushed lightly together. I wondered if it was safe to do so considering she looked likely to pass out at any moment, meaning I would be left alone to tend to four big, hard cocks. As she leaned against me, I
watched her eyes slowly start to close and then looked over my shoulder at her men. Our men. I knew then what I had to do. What I needed to say:
"May I please have seconds, Daddies?
Testing the waters, as we did not know where to start, we decided to place an ad on Craigslist. Sensual massage for wife. F40 M54.Experienced male masseur wanted who knows how to give a professional massage, that’s pleasurable and highly erotic while respecting her boundaries without expectation. Before we retire somewhere private. We’d like to meet for coffee to see if we click. She’s choosy; you must be a non-smoker, slim, have no facial hair and a high regard for cleanliness - No attraction; no action.
Anyone reading between the lines would know we were really looking for a threesome Jack said, and mentioning boundaries would give us an out at the end of the massage, should things not go the way we expected.
Within hours the replies came flooding in. Most were one or two-line tributes to their own cock, rejected without a second thought. Only one stood out, eloquently written and ticking all the right boxes.
Max, a pilot and trained masseur, had a stopover in our city coming up. We agreed to meet for dinner and if all went well, go back to his hotel.
We chose my favourite oriental restaurant for the meet. With well-spaced tables, it’s perfect for flirting and intimate conversations. Excitedly checking and re-checking myself in the mirror, I’d spent all day preening myself while deciding what to wear. I settled on a stylish mid-thigh dress along with knee-length boots, sexy, but not slutty. Underneath, a set of matching lingerie Jack had bought especially for the occasion, made me feel elegant from the inside out.
“You look amazing,” Jack complimented me.
“Thank you, darling.”
"You know you don't have to do anything you don't want. Are you sure you’re ok with this?"
All I could do was nod. I've been having wet dreams for weeks, but despite my desire to add spice to our sex lives. I felt a little anxious; this was my first threesome, this was all new to me.
Jack had introduced me to many new things during our courtship and marriage. I trusted him totally and told myself my nervousness was normal. Knowing Jack wanted this as much as I did, helped too. We met Max outside the restaurant. At five-eleven, bald, muscular and with a sweet face, he cut a dashing figure. There was something good about him that I immediately liked. His smiles came easily and seem sincere. His eyes were the eyes of deep knowledge and he seemed to look inside me, not in an unsettling way but a comforting, calming way.
I accepted his offer to take my coat and smiled when I caught him checking out my favourite assets. We were soon chatting like old friends, exploring each other’s lives, Max gauging us as much as we gauged him. He was softly spoken, a good listener and irresistibly likeable. I got the feeling he could make friends anywhere.
The meal was delightful and as one bottle of Chablis turned to two, a mutual congruence embraced us all. We were on the verge of stepping into uncharted territory and as they talked I found myself recalling our first time together, the raw, sweaty animal passion that took us to heights we hadn’t dreamt of. And I imagined Max, how his hands would feel roaming my body, touching places only a husband should touch. My nipples tightened as I envisaged his weight pressing down on me, our bodies crashing together and his cock forced its way into me for the first time.
At the end of the meal, Max went to the bathroom to give us a chance to talk. We hardly needed it for without saying a word we had already agreed he was the one.
Back at the hotel, his room was furnished to meet every desire of its international clientele. Pleasantly decorated lounge, large sumptuous bed and a well-proportioned en-suite.
“Very nice,” I commented.
He seemed to have thought of everything, he’d ordered extra towels, bought bubble bath, aromatic oils and scented candles. Jack had brought condoms and a wife.
With the candles lit the soft amber light lent the room the aura of a romantic dream. This was better than expected.
“I’d planned to give you a hot bath before the massage,” He explained. “It will help you relax. Is that okay”?
“Perfect,” I replied. I thought I might be nervous, but I wasn’t.
In a show of confidence, Max stripped to his underwear and disappeared into the bathroom.
“Help me out of this.” Jack eased my zip down, helped me out of my dress and trailed his nails over my back, my skin tingling in the wake of his touch. Brushing my hair aside, he kissed my exposed neck, unhooked my bra and slipped it off my shoulders. His hands found my breasts and I could feel his hot breath in my ear.
“Max is going to love these,” he whispered as he delightfully teased my sensitive nubs sending a delicious shiver down my spine. The anticipation of doing something new, something taboo with a stranger had me glowing all over. It was more exciting than I expected and I wasn’t surprised to feel my arousal announcing its presence between my legs. Shoes, stockings and pants removed, Jack playfully slapped my naked ass.
“Go get him, girl,” he teased, sending me on my way.
The bathroom was magical, a steamy aromatic boudoir of seduction shimmering in soft candlelight.
My naked appearance caused Max’s eyebrows to rise and after what seemed like millennia, he let out his breath. The heat of his gaze burnt my skin as he hungrily absorbed every curve my body, the fullness of my breasts, the flare of my hips and the bare mound of my vulva as smooth as the day I was born. I could not help but tingle everywhere as I stand there, exposed to him, waiting; wanting.
“You look amazing.”
“Thank you.” I wiggled my boobs appreciatively and gestured a sweeping hand around the room.
“You’ve thought of everything. I hope you didn’t go to too much trouble.” I was impressed that he had.
“No, no trouble at all,” He lied.
Taking his hand, I stepped into the inviting foam aware he was taking a peek at my curvy behind as I did so.
“Ahhh...” I blissfully sank below the bubbles. I was in heaven, surprised, how at ease I felt, chatting and laughing without a care in the world as Max, whom until a few hours ago, was a total stranger, deliciously soaped my arms and legs. Hmmm … Tingles shot through my body as he wafted hot water over my breasts. I hadn’t felt this way in years, sighing at every touch. As the sighing turned to moaning, we talked less and sponged more.
I’ve always been a noisy lover, I guess, because I’m so sensitive. I’m one of those lucky people that can orgasm from just having their nipples teased. When Jack and I first met, just the thought of sex would have my juices flooding. Jack said he’d never known anyone get as wet as me.
It’s just a shame the routine of marital sex had reduced that. It’s not a problem, but we both crave the thrills of when we were younger again. Jack said if it took the excitement of sex with another man to get me flowing again, then he had no problem with it.
Jack joined us just as Max was towel drying me.
“Wow; you’ve really gone to town in here. I think I’ll make the most of it while you get better acquainted.” “No problem,” Max replied and guided me to the bedroom. With my arm tucked into his, an intensity of sensations flooded me and the room took on new depth. The texture of the polished wood, the patterns of the rug, the scent of candles gently wafting around the room, the paintings on the wall, the soft furniture around the walls. It was as if I'd been asleep when we arrived and now, suddenly, I was wide awake and transported into a new world.
As we approached the bed my tigress was coming alive. I slipped away from him; crawled onto it, and looking back over my shoulder, gave him my most sultry smile.
“Which way do you want me?” I purred.
“Oh… erm…“ Stammered Max. “Across the bed. Makes it easier for massage.”
Without losing eye contact I slowly turned and sank face down before him, inches from his crotch.
Pouring warm oil on his hands, he took his time to gently sprea
d it over my back, flushing any remaining tension before performing a perfect scalp massage. Hmmm … His touch was exquisite, the hot oil sending tingles through my body. I couldn’t believe how ready I was and rewarded each stroke of his amazing fingers with an appreciative moan. Ever the gentleman, he pretended not to notice and took his time, gently massaging my neck, shoulders and arms.
In his emails, he said he was a trained masseur. We took him at his word, but to be honest, I didn’t expect it to be this good. I expected the massage to be mediocre, no more than a rub so he could get a free fuck.
Forget that, you could not have paid for better treatment. Max was an expert, pampering me and making me feel like the most important woman in the world. Being with someone other than my husband and the expectation of things to come had heightened my senses beyond belief. Just like the massage in China, I was soon on the verge of sensory overload, my body pirouetting under his fingers, every touch setting my sensitised skin on fire.
My wriggling wasn’t making it easy for him and he commented, “I’ve never known anyone react like you.”
“Do you like it?”
“Oh yes!” He must have thought things were going too fast though, for he slowed his pace, probably hoping to give me time to cool down and enjoy the massage. Changing ends, he knelt by my feet gently stimulating the acupressure points. He really did know how to give a good massage. I was glad in a way for it gave me a chance to catch my breath.