The apartment was pitch black. Glen knew the routine. He hung his flight cap on the coat rack by the door. He took of his uniform blouse and tie and hung them by his cap.
He still couldn't believe that a stunning thirty-year-old woman had agreed to marry him. He closed his eyes and pictured his new bride-a five-foot, seven-inch bundle of sex appeal with long, lustrous red hair, dazzling green eyes, beautiful, sensual features, and a foxy body that would stop rush hour traffic on the freeway. When she entered a room, her nipples arrived several seconds before the rest of her, and the wait was well worthwhile.
He wished he knew more about his wife. They married after a whirlwind, one-month courtship, then honeymooned in the Caribbean for two weeks. Besides knowing she was a flight attendant for the same airlines where he worked and had a voracious sexual appetite, he barely knew her. Maybe he should have taken a couple of steps back and thought about the situation before he proposed to her. What was a staid forty-seven-year-old airplane driver doing with a hot young woman who seemed dedicated to fucking him to death?
It's like a man wandering in the desert, dying of thirst, he thought. When he reaches the oasis, he doesn't ask why the water is there. He simply drinks his fill. And I can think of worse ways to die than being married to a vivacious sexpot! Until I met Sheila, I didn't believe in unicorns, miracles, or witches. Now, I just might have to admit that I believe in all three!
He wondered what she had planned this time. She was a great one for devising new and exciting games to keep their sex life more interesting. He never knew what to expect. Sometimes, she was sitting on the couch in sloppy clothes when he came home, sometimes she was dressed to the nines for a night out, and sometimes she concocted an elaborate diversion for the evening. Whatever they did, she never disappointed him. Just being with her was delightful.
Her voice came out of the darkness, and startled him for an instant.
"Hello, darling," she breathed sexily. "Game time."
"Mmmmm, I thought so. What is it tonight? Am I supposed to do something to start it?"
A bright circle of illumination from an overhead track light suddenly came on. He blinked his eyes and tried to find his wily wife. Sheila was shadowy, almost an illusion, as she came to him out of the darkness. She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him lightly on the lips. His hands wandered down her back and over her superb ass. She stepped closer and rubbed her crotch into his.
"I have it all planned, darling," she whispered. "I hope you don't mind having dessert before dinner," she giggled.
She took his hand and led him to the pool of light. Her lipstick was bright red and gooey, exactly the way he liked it when they played lascivious games. She wore a tight black evening gown, split up both sides to the waist, with sparkling doodads all over it. Black silk opera-length gloves covered her hands and forearms. A diamond choker glittered around her exquisite, graceful neck. Her long red hair was arranged in an upsweep. She was so damn regal, so damn elegant, that his cock pulsated.
She stepped back, out of the light. She waited, letting the anticipation, the suspense, build.
"Tell me what you're thinking," she said quietly.
"How exciting you are," he replied softly. "Are those Brazilian bombshells as hot as I've heard?"
"I don't know."
"You didn't fuck any of them? "No."
"Your balls must be pretty full. Do you expect to dump your heavy load of cum in me?"
"I never know what to expect from you," he said with a soft, wry chuckle. "I want to dump it in you."
She stepped back into the light with him. Her superb, jaunty tits showed almost to the nipples in the low-cut dress. The tops of her dusty-rose areolae puckered with arousal. Her sapphire-hard nipples made taut little hillocks in the dress. She caressed his cheek with her silk glove and smiled seductively.
"God, you're gorgeous," he husked, his vocal cords tight with excitement.
She stepped back out of the light again. "Show me your cock," she said softly.
His cock was already so hard, it hurt. He unzipped his pants and dug it out. It looked like a pale iron bar sticking out of his dark pants.
"Beautiful," she said, as if seeing it for the first time. "I love your cock, darling. Stroke it."
He gripped his shaft loosely in one hand and stroked it slowly. She let him play with himself for a few moments, then stepped forward. The light illuminated the top half of her body and shaded the bottom half.
She smiled like Mona Lisa and took his cock away from him. She wrapped her gloved hand around the shaft and he almost came right then and there. He couldn't believe how incredibly good it felt when she stroked his cock with her silk gloves.
She licked her lips suggestively and sank to her knees. She stripped the foreskin back and curled her tongue around the head of his cock. She ran the tip over her heavily painted lips, leaving bright red streaks on the bare flesh. Slowly, like the wanton seductress she was, she opened her lips and let the crown of his cock slide into her mouth.
His knees nearly buckled. God, it felt sensational! "Damn," he muttered.
She put her palms on the front of his thighs and began to bob her head. His prick slid slowly in and out of the tight round hole of her mouth. Her lipstick left bright red streaks along the shaft. The tip bumped the back of her throat, jolting his jangled nerves with thunderbolts, making his knees weaker.
She cut her twinkling, devilish emerald-green eyes up at him and let his knob enter her throat. Her lips touched the hairy base of his cock. She twisted her head, giving him an indescribable thrill, and rubbing that dark red lipstick all over his prick.
She reached into his pants and withdrew his nuts. She rolled them around in the palm of one silky, gloved hand as she applied extraordinary suction to his cock. She pulled her head back, keeping about half of his cock in her mouth, and wrapped her other gloved hand around his shaft.
His guttural, quaking voice shattered the eerie quiet. "Can't hold it back much longer, darling."
She curled her tongue around the knob of his cock and sucked harder. He put his hands behind her head and struggled to keep his knees from giving way. Her hands shot out, knocked his hands away, then returned to his cock and balls. She shook her head, telling him she wanted to control the action. His heavily laden balls ached, beating down his ability to protest.
Scant moments before he came, her mouth left his cock. She put both hands on the shaft, one above the other, and stroked rapidly. Her silk gloves nearly drove him out of his mind! He looked down at her. She had her mouth at the tip of his cock, wide open, like a little bird waiting for food. He could see only the top half of her body, which added to the feeling that he existed in the middle of some mystical fantasy.
His cock literally exploded. Her hands moved faster, double-stroking harder, stripping his cock down so hard it hurt. Cum gushed out in thick gobs. She caught every drop of his sticky seed in her mouth. He thought she had emptied him-until she swallowed his cock again and forced him to give her more.
She released his cock and sat back on her haunches with an enigmatic smile. Inconceivably, his cock still pointed at her brightly painted mouth, as hard as ever. Her smile broadened. She pulled her dress up around her waist, fell onto her back, and kicked her heels in the air.
Now, he could see only the bottom half of her body. Her milky skin gleamed brightly in the harsh light. Black silk panties with a long slit down the middle encased her red-haired pussy.
"Your turn," he said. "Show me some pink and play with your pretty pussy."
She put her feet on the floor with her legs wide open. She put both hands in her crotch and opened her humid crack, displaying the succulent interior. The middle finger of her right hand slithered up and down her wet, hair-lined slit.
"Oooh, I love that feeling," she moaned. Her hips writhed gently. She teased herself, and him, for a few moments, then grasped her trim ankles and pulled her legs into the air. Her sexy chuckle made his spine tingle. "Come on, darling," she whispered hotly. "I've got my hot little pussy fully primed for you. Fuck my brains out."
He fell to his knees and rammed his aching cock into her fiery cunt with enough force to scoot her across the floor.
She became a bundle of energy, her strong thigh muscles rippling as she held her ass off the floor. She fucked back at him with wild gyrations. She threw her hips up and her tight sheath swallowed his cock right down to the root when he slammed into her. She held her inner muscles tight and reluctantly let his dick slide out when he pulled back. She bounced and jerked so hard her tits flopped out of the top of her dress. He watched the magnificent mounds jiggle and shimmy and jitterbug all over her chest.
Fucking her was like trying to ride a wild bull. Her sprightly cunt muscles milked him incessantly, dynamically, coaxing another load from him. He grunted and gasped and panted. He hung onto her clenching buttocks for dear life and plowed her fertile crescent with all of the strength he could muster.
"Oh, fuck!" he yelled.
"Oh, yeah, darling," she cooed. "You'd better believe it! Give me your cum. Let me have it. Fill me with your hot cream."
Did he have any choice? He bored all the way into her electrifying sheath and let loose. Her well-padded ass hit the floor with a loud thump. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and pulled, as though trying to absorb his whole body with her liquid cunt.
He rode the top of her gash, rubbing her clit with his pubic bone. She started cumming, and got even wilder. He leaned down and kissed her sticky lips. His mouth went from tit to tit, licking her stiff nipples. Her orgasm went on and on, finally stopping just before he thought she would fuck his cock off.
He gave her a big, sloppy smooch, and fell over onto his side. A few minutes later, she got up and left him. When she returned, she dropped his robe on top of him.
"Dinner in about thirty minutes, darling," she said.
He got up and went into the bedroom to change into his robe. Not his ratty old terry cloth robe. A new, white silk one. His lady had been shopping again. Whoever made it skimped on the material. Half of his ass and the head of his cock showed below the bottom.
He went back into the living room and squinted in the bright glare. Every light in the place burned brightly. His eyes adjusted and he saw his darling love goddess standing in the middle of the floor, holding two tall, frosted drinks. And wearing nothing but high heels and a long strand of black beads that nestled between her large tits.
"Wow!"
She grinned. "You like?" She did a slow twirl so he could see all of her glorious body. "I read that a girl should never be totally naked, so I put on heels and the beads." She handed him one of the glasses.
"I love it," he said.
"How do you like your new robe?"
"You bought the wrong size." He looked down at the head of his flaccid cock hanging below the hem.
"Huh-uh. If I can go around naked, you can wear that. I like to look at your cock as much as you like to look at my pussy and ass."
"Don't forget your tits," he teased.
She giggled and shook her upper body. His eyes did cartwheels trying to keep up with her bouncing tits.
"If you were a nude dancer, you would bring down the house," he said.
"I have all the audience I need right here," she replied with a bright smile. "I love to go naked in front of you and please you. Have you ever eaten in the nude?"
"Only pussy," he replied flippantly.
"That doesn't count. I mean real food."
"Nothing false about pussy, especially yours. I love the way it tastes and feels when I put my tongue in it."
"Down, tiger," she cooed, patting his cheek. "You can have that for dessert."
They sat on the couch and sipped their drinks.
"You said that what I got earlier was dessert."
"Nothing wrong with having two desserts, darling."
"Considering what you call dessert, that could mean two pussies," he said casually. "How would you feel about a threesome with another woman?"
"Been having erotic dreams, darling?" she chuckled. "I don't know. I have to think about it.
I've never played sex games with another woman."
"You wouldn't have to play sex games with her."
"I probably couldn't help myself, darling. I think watching you fuck another woman would be exciting. I know I wouldn't be able to sit on the sidelines and not get totally involved."
"Think about it while you're gone and let me know when you get back. Are you sorry that you're quitting your job?"
"I've been a flight attendant over ten years. I can't give that up without feeling a little remorse." She put her hand on his knee and squeezed it gently. "Don't worry, darling. You aren't forcing me to do something. If I don't stay home, we'll never see each other. You know the company won't let us fly together."
"Well, maybe the trip around the world will help a little."
"You were very sweet to use your clout with the company and arrange that for me, darling. At least, I'll go out in style. What would you think if I go to school, learn the travel business, and open my own agency?"
"Sounds good to me," he replied. "We can take out a loan to get you started."
"We might not need it. I have some money saved, and I'll cash in my retirement fund. I don't expect to fly again unless I want to get somewhere in a hurry. Or, on your splendid cock."
He leaned over and put his lips against hers, and let his tongue slide easily between her lips. He held the kiss for a long time, fucking her mouth with his tongue. By the time that he broke the kiss, she was breathing deeply and a faint flush covered her face and chest.
His caressed her outstanding tits. "Gorgeous," he said softly.
"Oh, that feels good," she whispered. "I really like it when you play with my tits and suck my nipples."
"Maybe almost as much as I like to do it," he said. "I really like to play touchy-feely with you." He leaned down and moved his mouth from tit to tit, sucking and gently nipping her grand nipples.
"That's even better," she said softly. "You really know how to turn me on."
"I might not live to retire, but I like to turn you on."
"You'll live," she replied. "I'll see to it." She squirmed and opened her legs. My pussy is so wet!"
"Really? Maybe I'd better check it for myself, just to be sure you aren't telling me a little white lie." His hand crawled between her thighs and his middle finger slid into her humid slit. "Well, what do you know?" he said softly. "It is pretty wet."
He leaned down and rubbed his cheek over her pussy. She snickered at his audacious act and spread her legs wide. He looked at her naked body, and his prick throbbed fiercely. He had to close his eyes and breath deeply to keep from cumming right then and there.
"Your body glows when you're turned on," he said, awed by her voluptuous beauty. He trailed his fingers along the inside of her thigh and sighed. "Smooth, smooth as warm silk," he said. "It feels great just to touch you."
"You're just horny," she chuckled. She pulled her knees back until they touched her stiff nipples, tilting her ass off the couch. She knew how much he liked to fondle the cheeks of her ass.
He caressed her smooth buttocks lovingly. "Yes, I'm horny, but there's more to it than that. I like to see you naked and touch you even when I'm not horny. I'm wild about you, darling."
She lowered her legs and gripped his pulsing prick. She adored the size of his long throbbing organ. It filled her pussy so perfectly and he knew how to use it to give her the maximum pleasure. He pushed her back, stretched out next to her and fondled her tits. She tightened her fist around his cock again and turned her face toward him. He kissed her and pushed his tongue into her mouth with passionate eagerness.
She gasped and her body quivered ever so slightly as his tongue slid against hers. Their tongues twisted and twirled with keen desire, thrust and parried impetuously. They were both tremendously excited and their fervor built by leaps and bounds with each succeeding moment.
When his passion reached the point where he thought he was going to explode at any moment, he withdrew his tongue and looked into his wife's eyes.
"Sticking my tongue in your mouth is fun, but I know another place to put it that's more fun," he said.
"Oh? And where is that?" she asked, playing along with his little game.
"Oh, your tantalizing pussy, for instance."
"What's so tantalizing about my pussy?"
"It's so tasty and it's part of your body. Every part of your body is tantalizing."
"You have a silver tongue," she laughed.
"When I get it in your pussy, you'll think it's golden. I'll have you begging for more before I lick your clit like crazy and get you off."
"Don't you always?"
"I sure give it all I've got."
"Indeed you do."
CHAPTER TWO
Glen caressed the inside of Sheila's right thigh, the inside of her left thigh, then covered her mound with his palm. He loved the feel of her fat, hairy mound under his hand.
"Rub my clit, darling!" she said eagerly. "Stick your fingers in my cunt and fuck me with them!"
He chuckled. "Make up your mind which you want," he teased.
"Both!" she exclaimed. "That always excites me so much!"
"Don't I know it! You just like to have your pussy stuffed full."
"Yeah," she agreed avidly. "And you have so many nice things to stuff it with."
His fingers danced sprightly over her pussy. He held the long lips of her cunt between his fingers and stretched them as far as they would go. He tickled her clit lightly with the tip of his finger. He held two fingers together and pumped them vigorously in and out of her drizzling quim.
He didn't let matters progress too quickly. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, let it evolve at a gradual pace.
She ooohed and aaahed and cooed and sighed and squirmed happily. "Lick me, darling," she moaned. "Put your tongue in my slit and lick me good!"
"I thought you wanted me to play with your pussy," he teased.
"And it feels so good, baby, but I need your tongue in me."
"You're pretty hot, huh?"
"My pussy is on fire!" she whimpered.
"And you think my tongue is a fire extinguisher?"
"No, it'll make me hotter!" she wailed. "But I want you to go down on me! Fuck me with your tongue! Lick my clit! I need it so badly, darling! Lick my pussy, baby! Lick it good!"
"Well, if that's what you want."
He stretched out on his belly between her legs and started teasing her hot snatch with the tip of his tongue. Her body undulated and tossed rhythmically. Just the light, teasing touches of his tongue were nearly enough to push her over the brink of ecstasy.
He knew just how to turn her on with his tongue. She liked for him to slide his tongue slowly up and down her slit a while, gradually increasing the tempo. When he went to her clit and wiggled his tongue at top speed, her pussy would explode and she would fill his mouth with her savory juice.
Tonight, she was too much on edge to endure his usual pleasurable dalliance. "Faster!" she gasped. "Lick faster, baby. Oh, darling, I need to cum! Lick my clit, baby, and make me cum! Oh, darling, I love your tongue!"
He put his tongue on top of her quivering clit and vibrated it rapidly. The faster he licked, the wilder she became. She threw her legs over his shoulders and literally threw her cunt at his mouth. He put his hand under the cheeks of her ass and tickled her asshole with the tip of one finger.
"Ahhh, darling, that's wonderful!" she panted. "I'm about ready to give you my juice, darling! Going to squirt your mouth full!"
His wife was the only woman he knew who squirted when she came. He caressed her buttocks and teased her asshole as his tongue tore relentlessly into her torrid box.
"Oh, darling, I love the way you lick my clit," she moaned. Her body bounced up and down so urgently, she made the couch rattle. "Get it good, baby. Stick your finger in my ass and lick my clit, darling!"
He stuck his finger in her tight little back door and licked her clit lickety-split, pushing her closer and closer to the moment of orgasmic fulfillment. He could hardly wait to lick up every drop of her passionate juice as it shot out of her bubbling hole.
She gasped and grunted and tossed and twisted wildly. "I'm just about there, baby. You're really getting me, baby. Oh, darling, I'm burning all over." She took a deep breath and shuddered. "Wiggle your finger in my ass and lick my clit, baby!. Oh, yes, I'm there, darling! I'm cumming!"
She didn't have to tell him. Her tumultuous body movements announced the arrival of her climax quite clearly. He flicked his tongue up and down her gushing gash and licked up the fruits of her orgasm eagerly. He kept her quivering clit agitated so her climax wouldn't end before she experienced the optimal enjoyment.
He kissed her cunt tenderly and lifted his head. "Delightful," he chuckled.
"Marvelous, darling," she breathed. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at him. "Do you really think you can handle two women at once, darling?"
"Is that a needle?"
"Oh, no," she assured him. "It's just that, well, while you were licking my pussy, I suddenly had a strong mental image of you doing the same thing to another woman. My thoughts got all mixed up and I became her and she became me and, well, I don't know how to describe it, but I started cumming harder than I can remember."
"Well, I take that as a good sign. Maybe the idea of a threesome with another woman intrigues you as much as it does me."
"Yeah, maybe it does."
"Was the woman naked?"
"Of course, silly!" she giggled. "She was lying on her back with her legs spread so wide, they were straight out from her hips. She was squeezing her tits and pulling her nipples and moaning. I could actually hear your tongue slurping in her pussy. I couldn't believe how real it seemed."
"How did her tits look?" he asked. "Were they as pretty as yours?"
"Well, they looked just like mine," she mused. She grinned and bumped his chin with her pubic mound. "Oh, you!"
He rubbed his chin through her pubic hair. "Did she have as much pussy hair as you do?"
"Why are you so interested in another woman? Especially one who exists only in my fantasy?"
"Normal male curiosity."
"Well, you just direct your normal male curiosity to what's under your chin and suck me off again. Only this time, fuck me with your tongue and lick my clit."
"You're greedy tonight."
"Only tonight, darling?" she said with a big grin.
He looked at her plump mound, at the pussy dew and saliva still glistening in the thick curls. "In your fantasy, could it have been a woman eating pussy?"
"Only if her hair was cut real short," she replied without thinking.
He covered her long gash with his mouth and thrust his tongue into her honey pot. He pushed it deep into her tight channel and licked the slick walls.
"Ahhh, yes, baby, that's the way. Fuck me with your tongue."
He pumped his tongue in and out of her sopping hole several times. He held his tongue still and sucked hard, then tongue-fucked her again. She humped her ass and wiggled her hips in appreciation.
"Good, darling," she murmured. "So good."
He flattened his tongue and dragged it through her muggy gap. She shivered and goose bumps popped out all over her body when it passed over her erect clit. She reached into her crotch with both hands and peeled her cunt lips wide apart.
"Lick my clit," she whispered breathlessly.
He manipulated her sensitive love button tenderly with his soft tongue. He started slowly and increased the tempo as her hips twisted and her ass bounced up and down on the couch. He loved to lick her clit. She showed her gratitude so openly and always went off like an Atlas rocket.
"I really love the way you use your tongue, darling," she whispered passionately. "Cumming on your tongue is one of my favorite ways to get off. Lick me good, darling. I'm almost there. I'm going to cum so good for you!"
He put his lips around her prominent clit and licked faster. The movement of her hips and ass became more expressive, more frantic. She squealed and flopped onto her back as a powerful orgasm washed over her.
He opened his mouth wider and put his lower lip below her hole. Her delectable juice spurted into his mouth. He accepted every drop with unequaled delight.
A profound urgency to get his cock drained consumed his mind. Licking his wife to orgasm twice had turned his prick into a frantically pulsating hunk of painful flesh. Waves of passionate excitement besieged him. He rose to his knees and thrust his hips forward. His stiff prick stuck out over her belly.
"Just look at this thing," he said. "It's about to burst."
She sat up and kissed the tip of his prick. "It's positively stunning, darling." She wrapped her right fist around the rigid shaft and stroked it gently. "It's so long and thick and hot and hard. I like to play with it."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Hmmm, maybe take it in my mouth. Would you like that? Do you want me to suck you off?" Her tongue flicked out and curled around the knob.
"Whatever you want," he replied. "The way you're stroking it feels pretty damn good."
"Am I doing it right?"
"Perfectly," he said. "You handle me very well. I like the way you squeeze when you move your hand forward. It feels like you're milking me."
"You think I'd make a good little milkmaid, huh?"
"You'd have the farm workers beating down the barn door to get in," he chuckled.
The tip of his cock was only a few inches from her mouth. She studied it carefully and a flush came to her cheeks. She put her left hand between his legs and cupped his balls. She licked the end of his prick and slid her right hand up and down the full length of his shaft. She rolled his balls in her hand. "That's where all your nice, warm juice is stored, the juice that's going to be shooting all over the place pretty soon."
"Ahhh, so good," he mumbled breathlessly. "You truly know how to make love to a cock, baby."
She paused in her licking and grinned. "Aw, you're just saying that so I'll keep doing it," she teased. She stretched her legs straight out in front of her. "Put your legs outside mine."
He straddled her legs, lifted one of her tits in his left hand and smoothed her hair with his right hand.
"Do you want me to jack you off and let you shoot on my tits, or should I suck you off and eat your cum?"
A surge of desire swelled within him and he squeezed her hefty tit. She stopped licking his cock and tilted her head up. He bent down and covered her wet lips with his. His desire swelled higher as he slid his tongue into her mouth.
He savored her sweet saliva and explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue. He slid his right hand behind her head and tangled his fingers in her silky tresses. His left hand moved from one tit to the other, caressing the large, solid mounds.
She stroked his cock and massaged his balls as she held her mouth open for his tongue, sucking and nibbling at it as it slithered around in her mouth. He broke the kiss and pulled her head forward. His muscles trembled when her lips touched his tumid cockhead and a deep groan rumbled out of his chest.
She licked the entire bulb tenderly, then tilted her head back and gazed at it hungrily. His breath came in gasping pants. His cock twitched and throbbed. Her pink tongue flicked out and tasted the slit in the tip of his prick. She opened her mouth wide and took the knob between her lips. He swallowed dryly and stared down at her face, at his cock lodged in her mouth.
The feel of her hot, damp mouth engulfing his cock made his excitement soar. She alternately sucked and curled her tongue around the bare knob. Gradually, she moved her head forward, letting his prick slide into her mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat.
"Damn, that feel wonderful, darling," he muttered.
She couldn't talk with her mouth full, so she hummed joyfully to let him know how she felt. She sucked hard and his hips jerked forward. She pressed his feverish meat against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and bobbed her head as she sucked for all she was worth. She reached up, lightly scratched his nipples and pinched them between her sharp nails.
Her saliva flowed down his shaft and trickled onto his balls. The sight of his stunning wife gobbling his cock made the mushrooming sensations flowing through him more piercing, more drastic. His hips rocked back and forth in rhythm with the bobbing of her head as she fucked herself in the mouth with his ramrod.
The giddy sensations drove him rapidly toward the rapturous culmination of a lusty climax. He felt his desire gathering, ballooning into a knot of fiery urgency behind his cock, surging to an irresistible intensity. He felt a nearly overwhelming temptation to let it propel him to the heights of bliss. He simultaneously wanted to watch, to feel, his foxy wife fucking her mouth so gluttonously with his pulsating prick. He clenched his teeth and held back his orgasm.
Her head bobbed more rapidly. The damp, sucking sounds coming from her mouth became louder and more frantic. The trickle of saliva became a steady flow. The pressure of his orgasm became so intense that every muscle in his body quivered. He tried to shut down his mind, to get a grip on himself and postpone his climax.
She suddenly pulled her head back and let his tortured prong slide from her mouth. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The pressure diminished, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.
She held his cockhead loosely in her right fist and dragged her lips and tongue up and down his shaft. "You're very close to cumming, aren't you?" she murmured, her voice muffled against his cock.
"God, yes! Don't know long I can hold it back."
"Try, darling," she breathed against his prick as she fondled it with her lips and the tip of her tongue. "Hold it back as long as you can. I'll make it worth the wait. You can cum soon and let it shoot into my mouth. I'll swallow every drop of it. I want to eat your cum, darling. I want to make you feel so good."
Her eyes gleamed with sympathetic arousal.
She pushed his cock up and stuck her face between his legs. She lapped his balls with swift strokes of her tongue. The tip moved further back, behind his swollen nuts. She licked the crack of his ass as her hand slid smoothly up and down his rigid pole, provoking him into a roaring tumult of lascivious agitation.
Her unorthodox action startled him. He groaned and trembled. Tenacious tendrils of fire lanced through him. His exhilaration lurched to nearly intolerable heights. She moved her head back up, lapping and nibbling at the inside of his thighs. Saliva coated his cock and balls, and her cheeks and chin. Her hand made a squishy sound as it slid up and down his shaft.
She dragged her tongue up the length of his tingling spear, making it tremble and jerk. She looked at him over the head of his prick as she licked it languidly.
"How badly do you want to cum, baby?" she asked coyly.
He swallowed with difficulty. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath. "Real bad, darling," he rasped.
"Good. I'll let you cum if you promise to empty your balls for me. I want you to fill my mouth with your hot cream and give me lots to eat. Will you do that?"
"Yeah," he croaked.
She clutched the base of his cock with both hands and opened her mouth wide. She slid her tongue along the underside of his staff as he mouth closed over it. The muscles in his thighs jerked into hard knots. A groaning sigh burst from his mouth as her sexy, watery mouth absorb his aching prick.
She stretched her lips to the limit and thrust her head forward, swallowing his entire sword. She bobbed her head back and forth with persuasive persistence as she stimulated him, forced him toward a climax.
He grabbed her head with both hands and fucked cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed full tilt. Slurpy noises bubbled from her mouth. Saliva streamed down the shaft of his cock. She gobbled his cock greedily, and his ability to hold back unraveled. A quiver ran through his body. He bellowed with satisfaction as his cock erupted.
She gurgled with glee, swallowed rapidly and bobbed her head quickly as his cum spurted into her gulping mouth. She squeezed and milked his cock. Droplets of his essence oozed from her lips and dribbled down her chin. She gnawed on his bone until it deflated. She rolled it around in her mouth, then took it out and licked it meticulously, lapping up the semen that clung to the shaft. She kissed the head and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with delight.
"Was it good, darling?" she asked mischievously.
"Fabulous!" he exulted.
She grabbed his hands and fell backward, pulling him down on top of her. She pulled his head down and kissed him passionately. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and ground her lips against his. He raised up and leaned on his elbows and stared into her eyes.
"That was really something," he said, pressing his body against hers and kissing her lips appreciatively.
"Was it really that good?"
"The best, baby, the absolute best. If you sucked me that way every time, I might never want to fuck you again."
"I wanted to make you happy." She giggled happily. "But don't think you can get away with not fucking me. You can stick your cock in my mouth as often as you wish, but you must always save something for my pussy."
She rolled them onto their side to relieve herself of his weight. She put her arms around him and snuggled up close. "The roast I cooked for dinner is probably a cinder by now," she said.
"So what? We'll eat sandwiches, or order something in."
CHAPTER THREE
Sheila didn't have any assigned duties aboard the overnight Denver to London flight. She wore her uniform anyway, so the passengers wouldn't wonder why a civilian was wandering up and down the aisle.
As the plane crossed the east coast and headed over the Atlantic, the overhead lights were turned off and the passengers settled down.
Sheila checked the passenger manifest and confirmed the name of the passenger in seat 1A in the first-class section. She was right. He played super-macho roles in movies. She wandered forward, stopping to chat with a few passengers.
The business section was filled with men and women on their way to Europe. They would land early in the morning and immediately meet clients. They would be suffering from lack of sleep and jet lag, which would put them at a distinct disadvantage. They would then get back on a red-eye flight that evening to return home, wondering why they hadn't made the best possible deal. She had seen it happen time and time again, and they never seemed to learn.
She entered the first-class section and stopped to chat with a couple near the rear. The section was less than half full, tourists on their way to a holiday. Two other women were in the section, sitting with men Sheila took to be their husbands. The women weren't young enough to be mistresses going along as a reward for faithful service.
She casually walked forward and sat next to Macho Man. A full moon shone in the small window, illuminating him and falling partially on her.
"What's a guy like you doing on a regular flight?" she said. "Don't you have your own plane?"
Macho Man leaned over and said in a hoarse whisper, "I'll level with you. I'm afraid of flying. If I got in one of those little things, I would toss my cookies before we got off the ground. If you tell anyone I said that, I'll swear that you made it up." His accent was thick. Not foreign, somewhere around New York City.
"Your secret is safe with me," Sheila laughed. "Why are you flying now?"
"I've got to make a tour of Europe, promoting one of my films. The one where I'm a mountain climber. Have you seen it?"
"No, I don't go the movies very much. If we don't show it on a flight, I don't get to see it."
"I've been watching you. You don't seem to have much to do. What are you, the head stew?" He snickered. "Get it, head stew? The stew who gives head."
"We aren't called stewardesses now. We're flight attendants. You can't make much of a joke out of that."
"I still call you stews," he said. "Are you the honcho?"
"No. This is my last flight. My husband is a senior pilot with this airline. He arranged for me to take a trip around the world."
"Well, that sounds interesting."
"Not that kind of trip around the world," she laughed.
"Too bad. It would be interesting. Especially with you. Did you know that you have a very interesting profile? And, now that I've seen your full face, I see that you're beautiful. You ought to be in the movies."
"It gets deeper and deeper," she said drolly. She was both flattered and amused. "Next, you'll tell me that you can get me a starring role if only I'll be 'nice' to you."
"Well, that line usually works. Lots of girls got their start that way. Since you sound like you wouldn't believe me, suppose I just told you straight out that I'd like to get it on with you?"
She felt a quick fluttering in her pussy, followed by a heavy flow of juice. Macho Man surprised her by leaning over and kissing her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and stuck one hand between her legs. She tore her mouth away from his and shoved his hand away.
Janine leaned over and whispered in Sheila's ear, "Cynthia has disappeared on me. Will you take coffee to the flight crew?"
"Of course," Sheila replied. "If they go to sleep, we're all in deep water."
"Cute pun," Janine said with a soft laugh.
"Who's she?" Macho Man asked.
Sheila stood and smoothed her skirt. "Janine, the crew chief."
"Oh, the head stew, right? Maybe she'd be interested in a little fun."
"You'll have to ask her," Sheila replied.
She hurried away before he could say anything more. She went to the galley for the coffee. On her way back through the first-class section, she kept her gaze straight ahead. She closed and locked the door and nearly stumbled over a pair of legs when she turned around.
The flight engineer was facing the aisle with his pants around his ankles. One of the attendants was on her knees in front of him.
"Cynthia?" Sheila said. "Janine was looking for you."
Cynthia looked over her shoulder and grinned like a naughty little imp. "I won't be long," she giggled. "Greg needed a little relief. He promised to show me around London."
"It's your funeral," Sheila said. She served coffee to the pilot and copilot, and sat on the jump seat near Greg.
The pilot gave her a big smile and said, "This thing is on autopilot. Why don't you sit on my lap and lets get cozy?"
"Drink your coffee, Bob. Don't let Cynthia's behavior give you foolish ideas. You know I'm married to Glen."
"Hell, I'm just trying to help out a buddy. Besides, he won't know unless you tell him."
"I would know, Bob," she replied. "And I won't do that to him. If the plane is on autopilot, you have both hands free."
Cynthia leaned over and licked the head of Greg's cock. He jerked his hips and tried to stick his cock in her mouth. She giggled and licked his cock until it rose to its full measure. Her fingers played lightly over his cock and balls, feathery touches that made him tremble. She touched every part of his prick and gently rolled his balls in her palm.
"Nice cock," she crooned, her voice soft and soothing. "And your balls are so full. You need to cum badly, don't you?"
"Yeah," he wheezed, staring at the pretty attendant's face.
Cynthia's long, pink tongue slid slowly between her lush lips and extended fully. Sheila thought it looked like a giraffe's tongue. She crossed her legs, put her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand. She was in no hurry. She might as well see how Cynthia sucked cock.
The tip of Cynthia's tongue swiped across the head of Greg's prick, and he shuddered. She cupped his balls in her left hand, letting the hard, sensitive marbles rest in her soft, warm palm.
She closed her right hand around his stiff, pulsing shaft. Her tongue curled around the head of his cock, hot and wet on the nerve-filled knob. He watched his foxy girl make love to his cock. The heat of sexual passion permeated to the very core of his being. Even the marrow in his bones tingled.
She slid her tongue along the underside of his tool, from the head to the base and back up again. She opened her mouth wide with her tongue fully extended and lowered her head. He arched his hips and shoved his cock at her. She chuckled and let his prick slide slowly between her soft lips into her mouth. The tip of her extended tongue touched the base of his cock. Holding his prick between her upper lip and tongue, she wiggled the tip of her tongue.
Sheila reached out and tapped Cynthia on the shoulder. "Honey, you'd better wait until you're on the ground to deep-throat him. If we hit turbulence, you'll choke on that thing."
Greg sighed deeply and quaked all over. Cynthia drew her tongue back into her mouth slowly, sliding it along the bottom of his shaft. Once again, her tongue curled around the head of his prick, laving it tenderly, coating it with warm saliva. She held his love wand in her mouth and loved it without applying any suction.
Greg groaned out loud. Cynthia chuckled again. The vibrations from her vocal cords lashed his cockhead. He groaned louder. She lifted her head and looked up at him with a devilish twinkle in her eyes.
"You like getting your cock sucked, don't you?" Her tongue flashed out and laved the tip of his organ.
"God, yes!"
"I give a wonderful blow job," she giggled. "I'm going to get every drop of your cum."
"Isn't that the idea?" Sheila said dryly.
Cynthia gripped Greg's cock tightly with her hand just below the knob. Her tongue went into motion, licking only the bare head, periodically curling all the way around it. She licked it up and down, went all the way around it, twisting his cock and turning her head so she covered every inch of the tender flesh.
His cock got so hard, it almost hurt. The head swelled bigger than he could remember. So full that pangs of lust shot through it. He wished she would hurry and take it into her mouth.
She started stroking as she licked. She gripped the knob loosely in her fist and spent several long, agonizing minutes licking the shaft. She dribbled saliva on the naked knob. She stroked faster, slipping her hand up around the head, then going all the way to the base.
"Playing with your cock is fun," she said softly. "Am I making it feel good?"
"Fuck, yes!" he exclaimed. "You're very good. Your hands are so soft and your mouth is fantastic."
She was in no hurry to get him off. She liked to play with a cock. She closed her left fist around the bare head of his cock. She squeezed gently and twisted her hand as she jerked him with her right hand.
"God damn!" he yelped.
She replaced her left hand with her mouth. He gasped as her hot mouth covered his cockhead and her lips closed tightly just below the crown.
"God!" he croaked.
She ignored Sheila's warning about choking. Slowly, very deliberately, her head moved down. More and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. He felt the radical difference when the head of his aching prick entered her throat. She swallowed nearly all of his meat, then paused for a moment, holding his cockhead just inside her throat. She tightened the muscles in her throat, applying exquisite pressure on the knob.
He thought she was going to suck the end of his prick off and swallow it! The anticipation was only slightly less intolerable than the pressure of the knot of cum building in him. She pulled her mouth back to the head and started stroking his shaft as she sucked. She used short strokes, twisting her hand around and around.
His body vibrated like a banjo string. His ass twisted and bucked. He gnashed his teeth. With supreme effort, he kept his eyes open so he could watch the astonishing women fuck her phenomenal mouth with his cock. Her mouth and hand worked in perfect harmony. She held her head still, and her mouth became a powerful vacuum pump. Her hand slid up and down the shaft in a blur, tightening ever so slowly.
His cock erupted with a turbulence that warped his mind. An expression of sheer ecstasy covered his face. His body stiffened, lifting his ass off the seat.
She held her head steadily and let the head of his cock slide into her throat again as his ass jerked upward. She tightened her grip around his throbbing lance and jerked faster. Her left hand shot between his legs to finger his balls, pull on them gently, and roll them around. His hot juice poured down her gullet in dense gobs. His body strained and flexed and writhed and lurched.
"No.. .more.. .all.. .gone.. . ! " he rasped.
She lifted her head and looked at his cock. She cleared her throat a couple of times and swallowed hard to purge the sticky clot from her throat. "Not quite all," she said sweetly. She milked his dick, and one large pearly drop of cum oozed out. Her tongue flicked out and scooped it up. "Now I've sucked it dry!" She smacked her lips and smiled. "I huffed and I puffed and I blew the man down!"
"God, baby, that was wonderful!"
She stood and gave him a sloppy smooch with lots of tongue. She turned and swished her ass as she left the flight deck.
"Interesting," Sheila said as she followed Cynthia.
CHAPTER FOUR
One of the reasons Sheila liked being a flight attendant was the opportunity to get away from everyone who knew her. She could let her hair down and let her wild side show. She stopped in front of Macho Man and turned off his reading light. He looked up and grinned as she straddled his legs and sat down.
He shoved his hand under her skirt and pawed her mound as he gazed into her brilliant green eyes. He wormed a finger under the leg of her thin panties and wiggled it up and down the thick lips of her pussy.
"Changed your mind, huh?"
She opened his zipper and fished his prick out. It didn't feel as big as she thought it should, considering his muscular body and macho reputation. She fondled his dick, thinking that maybe it wasn't completely erect, or all the way out of his pants. Although it felt fully hard. The girth was okay, but the length left a lot to be desired. She tugged on it, trying to pull it out farther.
"Don't pull the damn thing off," he whispered harshly.
"Oh! Well.. .oh, never mind," she said in a half-whisper.
She pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and guided the head of his cock to her wet hole. She hunched and got his cock in her, but just barely. She wiggled and hunched in a vain attempt to get better penetration.
He slid his ass forward and lifted his hips. It didn't help. There simply wasn't enough length to his cock for it to go in as far as she wanted. She had to take what was available.
"You should have taken your panties off," he said hoarsely, keeping his voice low.
She was severely disappointed before she even got started. His cock wasn't long enough, and he was trying to shift the blame to her. It wasn't the thickness of her thin panties that made the difference, for heaven's sake! It was the lack of cock. There was one bit of salvation, however. The edge of her panties was stretched tight along her clit. Her movements would be enough to get her off.
"You sometimes have to take what you can get," she muttered, talking to herself, but saying it out loud.
"You're a sassy bitch!" he retorted, thinking she was answering him. "Why don't you stop talking and get busy humping your ass? Lots of women would be happy to fuck themselves silly on what you've got in you."
She thought most women would be silly to try. She bit back the words. She got herself into this, so she might as well make the best of things. She did want to cum, and she should be able to accomplish at least that much if she worked at it.
She rocked back and forth and bounced up and down. She had to be careful or his cock would fall out when she raised up. The friction from the edge of her panties and what little cock she had combined to bring her emotions up. She ignored him, knowing full well that he would take care of himself when he was ready, regardless of where she was.
There was nothing she could do to delay his orgasm. She sensed that he was a fast cummer, that she had better get her own pleasure as soon as possible. When that thing went soft, there would be nothing left. She couldn't hope to prolong the pleasure of fucking. She put her hands on top of the seat and increased the speed of her ass-twisting, lunging movements.
He hung onto her hips, kept his ass pushed up, and watched her face as she fucked him. As she suspected, he made no attempt to see that she was ready to cum before he did-or at least as soon as he did. She was strictly on her own. He was celebrity, a famous star, and women usually flocked to him, content to merely have his cock in them. He had long ago ceased to care about their pleasure. He was, after all, providing them with a part of his illustrious body. What more could they possibly ask for?
She humped and twisted steadily, striving to get the maximum pleasure from what little she had to work with. In this case, the maximum from the minimum. She was getting there, but she was afraid her climax wasn't going to arrive soon enough.
She glanced to her right. Her eyes passed over a man sitting across the aisle. A woman slept in the seat next to him. His reading light was on, shining into his lap. He had his cock out, stroking it steadily as he watched her. A big grin spread across his face as her eyes met his.
She returned his smiled and licked her lips sensuously. The sight of the man jacking off was the added spice she needed to achieve her goal. To add to the voyeur's visual excitement, she moved her hands from the seat back and bunched her skirt around her waist. Her thin bikini panties had pulled into the crack of her ass, leaving her pretty buttocks bare. She licked her lips seductively and fucked faster, her eyes on the stranger's cock.
The stranger stroked his cock harder. The woman's head fell to the side, and her cheek was just above the end of his cock.
Macho Man thrust upward. His cock swelled, signaling his impending orgasm.
The voyeur across the aisle stroked his cock harder.
The prick in Sheila's pussy started spewing hot cum.
Her orgasm started. Not deep and hard, the way she preferred, but still satisfying. The voyeur's cock blew a gob of cum into the air. It spattered onto his companion's cheek.
Macho Man's prick collapsed rapidly, into a small, limp tube of flesh, slipping out of Sheila's cunt as it softened. Her orgasm trailed off quickly, leaving her disappointed and frustrated. The best part of the whole drill was watching the voyeur jack off while he watched her fuck Macho Man.
She looked at the man across the aisle. He smiled and winked. His companion was awake, looking out the window. A small smudge on her cheek marked the spot where the glob of jism had landed. She wondered how he would explain that to the woman! She returned his smile and wink.
She looked back at Macho Man. He needed a shave. She wondered why some men thought women found a day-old growth of beard attractive. She would never again be able to think of, or see him without remembering his small cock. Ah, well, she thought, so much for the fakery of Hollywood! His sexual prowess was no more real than the extravagant battles he fought on the screen.
Without a word, she got up and left. She went to the restroom and washed her pussy. Then she went to the galley and got a cup of coffee.
"Did you find Cynthia?" she asked Janine.
"She came back on her own. She was probably giving some guy a blow job. As usual. I swear, she would rather suck cock than eat."
"Well, if she does it right, she does eat," Sheila snickered.
"Too bad you're quitting," Janine said. "We would have made a good team. I like your sense of humor."
"No sense in getting married if I'm flying in one direction and my husband is flying in another. He seems locked into the Rio run, and the company won't let us fly together."
"I know what you mean. They need to bring their thinking up-to-date. I tried marriage for a while. My old man got tired of me being home only two days a week. The straw that broke the camel's back was when I transferred to the crew center in Denver, and he wouldn't leave his job in Dallas. Not that driving a cement truck is such a great job. I think he suspected that I didn't keep my pants on when I was gone anyway. At least now I don't have to answer to anyone."
"Well, if you have any ideas of trying out the guy in 1A, forget them. He's a dud. He certainly didn't fly me to the moon."
"Macho Man?" Janine laughed. "He takes this flight at least once a month. I tried several times to get him to meet me at a nude beach in France. I couldn't figure out why he wouldn't until I tried him on. He didn't fit. He's an extra small, and 1 take at least a medium."
"I'm not sure he can squeeze his fist tight enough to fit," Sheila said. "I get more pleasure out of my middle finger. Have you ever had a really huge one? You know, one that stretched you so far, you thought you couldn't take it?"
"Yeah, once," Janine said. "I thought I was going to die trying to get the damn thing in me. Then I thought I was going to die when he took it out."
"Glen fills me pretty full, but I would like to try a real monster just once," Sheila said. "It will probably never happen. I don't know how to find one."
"Luck of the draw, darling," Janine replied. "Are you going on through to Copenhagen with us?"
"No, I've been there. I'm going to spend a couple of days in London, then go south. Maybe to North Africa. I've never been there."
"What are you going to do in London?"
"Probably max out my credit card buying antiques," Sheila laughed.
"Just as well. It's a dreary place. And the people in the places that are safe are so just as dreary. I have never had a decent meal there, even in the American hotels. They cook the vegetables until they're mush, and leave the beef bloody. I like rare beef, but not that rare. It isn't even warm in the center. If you like Scotch whisky, you're okay. But, why get sloshed if all you're going to do is spend the night alone?"
"Well, I'm not looking for excitement there, so I guess it won't bother me. I've eaten enough airline food to stand most anything."
"That's one thing I won't miss when I retire," Janine said firmly. "I would bring my own in a brown bag, but I don't think management would like it."
"I'm going to wander downstairs to the lounge and get some rest," Sheila said. "Call me if you need help."
"Thanks," Janine replied. "We'll be landing in about an hour. Things ought to be pretty quiet until then."
"Call me when you're in Denver and have a day or two free," Sheila said. "Glen and I are going to live in Denver. I don't know where yet. We have to find a house."
"So that's why you're buying antiques. I'll do that. We can have fun together when Glen is away."
"He doesn't have to be away," Sheila said with a sexy chuckle. "Call the number in the book. I'll have the phone company refer you to the new number." She kissed Janine on the cheek and left.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sheila spent the day going from one antique shop to another, carefully making purchases for the house she and Glen would buy. At each one, she made arrangements to have her purchases shipped home.
She went back to her hotel, bathed and went to the hotel dining room for dinner. The food was as bad as Janine said. She probably would have done better in one of the American fast food joints that had sprung up all over the city like bad mushrooms.
She left her plate halffull, and went into the bar for a nightcap. Moments after she sat down at a secluded table in the corner, she spotted a man she had seen several times during the day. He had been wearing a baggy brown tweed suit. Now, he was wearing a tux. Black dinner jacket, not white, even though it was summer. So typically English. Before she could look away, he caught her eye and smiled.
She started to ignore him, then changed her mind. He looked to be in his mid-forties, and very refined. Talking to him wouldn't hurt anything. Besides, he might offer to show her around the city. She hated to go sightseeing in a group. They always stayed too long at the things that didn't interest her, and not long enough at the things that did.
He picked up his drink and strode confidently to her table. "Hello, my name is Nigel. May I sit?" He pulled out a chair and sat down without waiting for her to reply. "You're American, aren't you? I saw you several times today."
"Yes, I'm American. My name is Sheila. Have you been following me?"
"That's a capital idea," he replied. "Actually, it was all quite by accident. I collect antiques. You have good taste. You chose some very good items, and didn't pay too much. Are you also a collector?"
"No. I'm newly married, and I was buying to furnish a new home."
He threw a nervous glance over his shoulder. "Is your husband with you?"
"You can relax," she laughed. "I'm alone. My husband is an airline pilot. He flies the Denver to Rio route."
"And he let you come alone? He is either very foolish or very trusting to let such a beautiful woman out of his sight. Never know when you'll meet someone such a I who might take advantage of you."
"He trusts me not to do anything that will embarrass him," Sheila replied with a faint smile. "I'm a flight attendant with the airline he flies for. I'm retiring at the end of the month. He arranged for me to take a trip around the world as my farewell. Would you really try to take advantage of me?"
"Of course. I cannot resist beautiful women. I am also a gentleman. If you wish, I will leave."
"Well, you haven't done anything yet," she laughed. "I didn't ignore you when you smiled because I thought you might volunteer to show me around. I hate groups, and I might wander into an undesirable part of the city on my own."
"Are American women as adventurous as I've heard?"
"I don't know what you've heard, and I can't speak for other American women. As for myself, I sometimes like to do things that would scare the hell out of other women."
Nigel lifted one eyebrow and studied Sheila for a moment. "I was on my way to a very special club. Perhaps you would like to accompany me."
She leaned back in her chair and studied him. "Is this special club some bizarre place you take unsuspecting women and abuse them? If so, forget it. That scares the hell out of me."
"I assure you it isn't," he replied. "If you do not like it, I will send you home in my car."
"Which means you have a chauffeur," she mused. "You must be loaded."
"I inherited a considerable estate," he said. "As you Americans say, old money."
"Well, a suave English playboy. I've heard about men like you." She finished her drink and set her glass down carefully. "Well, why not? You only live once, right?"
"James Bond revisited," he quipped drolly. "We English will never live him down."
"We all have our cross to bear. Give me a half-hour to change into something appropriate to accompany a suave Englishman in a tux."
"I was right. You do have good taste."
Sheila hurried upstairs to her room. Slipped into a tight black sheath dress which a mere two buttons would open, with nothing underneath. She made herself up superbly-something out the golden age of Hollywood-and went back downstairs. As she crossed the lobby, a shining black Rolls drew up outside the main door. She went to the car and leaned forward slightly to look inside, aware that she must resemble a prostitute picking up her customer.
He leaned over to the window with the nonchalant elegance. He opened the door and she got in. She was aware of a cocktail of different scents, a subtle mixture of musky sharpness of leather, strong tobacco and sandalwood essence.
"You didn't take thirty minutes," he said. "Are you excited?"
She was, but, for some reason, didn't want to tell him. "Curious," she replied.
"I called ahead. They're expecting us. They suggested that you might like to be in the first performance. I agreed."
Her heart beat faster as she thought about what that might mean. The chauffeur put the Rolls in gear and moved off smoothly like a ship in the night. Nigel smiled, teeth flashing in the shadow.
"I will take your silence as consent."
"I didn't know that I was supposed to answer," she said. "By agreeing to come with you, I agreed to whatever happens. I will not, however, allow anyone to abuse, hurt, or degrade me."
"No one will," he said. "You are not doing this under duress. You may stop anytime you wish." He turned his head and studied her profile. "Beauty is a promise of happiness."
She laughed softly. "Not always. I know some beautiful women who are real bitches."
"Shakespeare should have known you, Sheila. You might have taught him a thing or two."
She had no answer to that one. He slowly repeated her name, several times, and with different intonations.
"Sheila.. . Sheila.. . Sheila.. . "
She waited for him to ask her questions. He remained distant, detached as they traveled over a bad road. She put her head back against the leather headrest, extended her legs, and relaxed. She wished he would behave like everyone else and talk or touch her. He continued to be remote and indifferent. The silence deepened with each minute, and linked her to him in some eerie way.
They drove through a forest and stopped outside a large white house, the sort owned by old money, Nigel's kind of money. The ground floor rooms were lit and a reddish glow was visible through curtains not fully drawn.
A tall blonde Nordic goddess woman opened the door. She gave them a bright smile and ushered them into a sitting room lit by candelabra. A heady, musk incense permeated the room. Heavy hangings rustled in the wavering light. A scarlet carpet covered the floor. The walls and lacquered furniture were all an identical blood-red. The Nordic goddess lifted one of the hangings and Nigel led Sheila into a smaller room.
A score of people were engaged in hushed conversation, the men in dark tuxedos and the women in long gowns. Ice tinkled in glasses, audible above the swish of silk and the sound of stifled sighs. The blonde goddess gave them champagne. Sheila drank the chilled liquid, trying to conceal her shaking hands and quivering lips. The hostess struck a small silver triangle, and everyone followed her down a narrow passage to yet another room. Dim light reflected here and there off gilt and mirrors.
Two women were seated in blood-red armchairs. A third identical chair sat empty. A young Eurasian with sleek, gleaming black hair sat in the first chair. Sheila couldn't judge the age of Orientals, but the woman looked young. Her honey-colored skin glistened with a patina of wetness. Her nude body was relaxed and her almond-shaped eyes lent fascination to a smile that exposed her pearly white teeth. Next to her sat a statuesque blonde, nearly a twin of the hostess. Her platinum mane fell over freckled shoulders bathed in a reddish glow. Her large, pendulous tits were quivering slightly, as if someone had just tweaked her fat nipples. Her generous dark blonde bush extended to the tops of her thighs.
The hostess turned Sheila to face the small audience. She unfastened the two buttons holding her dress together. She lifted it off with light fingers and seated her in the third chair. Nigel patted her on the shoulder, gave her a reassuring smile, and sat in the chair behind her. The lights dimmed gradually to reveal three gilt-edged circular wall niches, illuminated from behind by bright, bluish spot lights.
These three niches were identical, each approximately the size of an English telephone box. Red satin cushions had been placed in front of each niche. Sheila developed goose bumps. Shadows moved at the base of the niches and three cock's protruded through holes in the walls of the niches. Their short pubic hairs shone slickly under the harsh spotlights. A shudder ran through Sheila's body as she contemplated the cocks dangling through the holes. The patiently waiting members fascinated her.
CHAPTER SIX
The Eurasian woman rose and went to the center niche. She knelt on the cushion and grasped the long organ dangling through the hole in front of her. Abruptly, she tugged back the foreskin and bared the sizable glans. The cock quickly attained impressive proportions. The complex knots of veins expanded below the taut skin, and the prick resembled a snake ready to strike.
Sheila was unnaturally aroused. Her temples broke out in a cold sweat and scalding heat simultaneously coursed through her cunt. The young Eurasian woman held up the big stiff prick and her pointed tongue gently brushed the firm, and rounded shaft.
The blonde next to Sheila groaned out loud. She got up and hurried to the first niche. She dropped to her knees and took the whole prick into her mouth with a grunt. She engulfed it as though starving, and bobbed her head to and fro impetuously. The man behind the wall thrust his hips further forward, striving to sink his shaft deeper into that avid throat.
A prick as red as the velvet walls occupied the third niche. It was pulsating strongly, and growing with each throb. Sheila got up and walked slowly to the niche. She had to touch the cock, feel it pulse between her fingers, and suck it into her greedy mouth. The call was irresistible. Nothing else existed except those fiery stems, those reddened roots that had to be pacified. The sight of the other two women sucking ravenously was hypnotic. The night surrounded the three of them, isolated them from the rest of the world, and she needed that anonymous cock. Her parted lips would soon close over the firm shaft, waiting for its violent discharge to be drunk drop by drop.
She knelt, seized the prick and began to stimulate it with her mouth. It twitched and slithered between her hands and lips with alarming strength. She closed her eyes and took it deeper, possessed by the frenzied desire to make it spend before the others. She wanted the cock in her mouth to be the first to die on her tongue. She sucked as hard as she could, and discovered that she had reserves of hitherto unsuspected strength.
The Eurasian's long black hair was flying everywhere as she bobbed her head frantically. She pulled back abruptly so the enormously distended prick could spurt in full view under the bluish light. She drew her tongue to a sharp point and tapped the tip hastily just below the glans. The cock pulsed and sprayed pearls in her face. It spattered her neat little nose and lips with liquid ivory. She pointed the shaft down and scattered the thick white droplets over her saffron-colored tits. She encircled it with her lips again and slaked her thirst with whatever remained to dribble forth.
Sheila lightly scratched the swollen root in her mouth and speeded up her mouthing. The cock twitched and a tide of rich male seed flooded her sucking mouth. It overflowed, trickled through her lips and down her chin to drop on her heart like acid. The rest of the warm fluid oozed down her throat and into the very depths of her. She had reached the bottom of the abyss by drinking the thick seed to the last drop.
The mysterious Nordic goddess offered Sheila an iced drink with a smile of both amusement and surprise. She stood in full view of the small audience and emptied the glass. Her nipples felt hard enough to snap right off and her pussy was saturated with juice. The light in the room changed to an exotic lilac radiance. Two stalwart men set a black velvet reclining chair in the middle of the room with the foot pointing toward the audience.
Sheila knew the nature of the next ritual. She was about to offer the treasure between her thighs to an unknown mouth. The culmination would be the cure for the capricious yearnings stirring deep in her pussy. She smiled at Nigel and lay full length on the chair. She eagerly awaited the mouth that would explore her steaming, wet orifice. She could almost feel the tongue on her blood-filled bud, like a lecherous snake nibbling the juicy button until a spasm of pleasure burst free.
The Eurasian woman stood at the head of the chair and leaned over. She put her face over Sheila's, upside-down, and extended her lithe tongue. Sheila licked it, and savored the musky residue of the essence the girl had just imbibed. She fondled the young woman's full, long-nippled tits. Her hands glided down the ivory-colored body as she crawled over the end of the chair. She clutched her hard little buttocks with one hand and put her other hand between her legs. Her fingers sank into the wet membranes, catching like little hooks inside the silken interior. The lips of the young woman's cunt contracted like a carnivorous flower. She shook and quivered in a spasm of fulfillment.
A sudden excitement coursed through Sheila like an electric current. A supple, forceful tongue was assailing her pussy. The organ parted her lips brusquely and dabbed at her erect clit. It worked its way into her like a crazed butterfly or a twisting, wiggling snake. She squirmed in the chair and moaned. She yanked the Eurasian's cunt down to her mouth to stifle her cry, preserving the unnatural silence. Her climax swirled inexorably around her inflamed ridge, then dashed into the depths of her womb like a tidal wave. She came violently into the gluttonous mouth lapping her up.
The blonde hostess took Sheila's hand and helped her up. She thought her extraordinary adventure was at an end, and felt a moment of regret. Then the hostess led her into another room, and her spirits brightened.
In the center of the room, spotlights concealed in the rafters illuminated a most unusual chair. It looked like a combination dentist chair and doctor's examination chair. Sheila's heart beat like a trip hammer. The audience came in from the other room, and the hostess nodded to the chair.
Sheila sat down. The angle of the seat thrust her crotch forward. She spread her legs wide, put her feet in the stirrups and felt the lips of her pussy open. The lewd pose excited her.
The blonde Nordic goddess set up a video camera and aimed it directly at Sheila's crotch. Nigel stepped out of the darkness and studied her carefully. She knew the audience could hear every beat of her thudding heart. Her legs trembled. Her thighs and crotch were bathed in a cold sweat.
"Excellent," Nigel said loudly. "I knew you were going to be superb, darling." He pressed a button on the arm of the chair and a large screen rolled down several feet in front of her. "You can vary the quality of the picture to suit yourself. To see yourself in detail, as you have never seen yourself before."
Her lower body was clearly visible to her and the audience in a stupendous, obscene close-up. Her pussy looked like a delicate pink sculpture, a living flower pulsing with awareness. Her slit looked like a shallow mauve fissure between her thighs, a living flower pulsing with emotion. The pursed star in the cleft of her buttocks seemed to wink at her.
"Magnificent," a woman in the audience said quietly.
"Yes, indeed," Nigel agreed. "Her cunt is so tender, glowing, velvety. The pearly pink color is charming. And look at the bountiful flow of juice."
The stares she knew were directed at the very depths of her carnal spirit acted as the most subtle, most seductive caress. Her narcissism cherished them. Her scandalous posture provoked an almost painful excitement. The sexual emotion she felt expanded to encompass the audience.
Nigel turned his head and addressed the audience. "This breathtaking young lady is truly a wholehearted exhibitionist, an ideal partner in our pleasure. Her desire to display herself and delight us is unequivocal."
Sheila had not previously admitted it to herself, but she knew Nigel spoke the truth. As she sat there with her pussy-her cunt-fully exposed, she wondered how many women in the audience were envious of her and wanted to take her place.
Nigel opened his pants and exposed his semi-erect cock. He stroked it slowly as he turned back to Sheila and started licking her pussy. His tongue scoured her slit only a few seconds before her head seemed to explode. She wailed with pleasure and thrust her crotch at him. She reached the peak of her fervor, and he penetrated her. His thrusts drove her back into the chair. He went faster and faster, and she wailed louder and louder. He stopped abruptly, and even through the sensual fog clouding her mind, she knew there was something unusual about his cock. He started hunching, and she felt his prick throbbing strongly as he pumped his seed into her. She gasped and melted into an extraordinary orgasm.
He withdrew and turned to the blonde hostess. She painstakingly licked every inch of his cock. He readjusted his clothing and stepped aside.
Sheila sat up and looked at the screen as the recording of her debauchment replayed in slow motion. Nigel pulled out his prick, and she saw what she had felt earlier. His cock was about six inches long and of normal girth. The colossal red bulb on the end of the shaft looked like a small apple.
She watched herself bite her lower lips as the enormous head slowly penetrated her. The patient, powerful movements of her scandalous possession mesmerized her. She fingered her clit, synchronizing the timing, and cumming as Nigel's bizarre organ spurted into her agitated flesh.
The screen went blank, and she fell back in the chair. She sat up when she felt a tongue scouring her cunt again, and saw the blonde Nordic goddess on her knees in front of her. She came again, and the spotlights went off.
She heard the audience scuffling as they left the room. Nigel's voice startled her.
"Would you like to accompany me to the dungeon, my dear? A large German Valkyrie presides over the festivities. Her canes are very limber, and she is an expert in their use."
"No, thanks," Sheila replied. "You are right about me being an exhibitionist. But I am not into S&M."
"Too bad," he said. "My driver will take you back to your hotel. Shall we meet tomorrow, about ten? I will take you to the usual tourist sights and some charming antique shops. Is that satisfactory?"
"Sure. You go ahead and enjoy yourself."
The blonde Nordic goddess brought Sheila's dress and helped her put it on. Then she led her back to the front door and kissed her on the cheek.
"Thank you, darling," the hostess said softly. "You were magnificent. I hope you will come back again."
"Probably not," Sheila replied. "I will be in London only a couple more days."
"Oh, that is too bad," the hostess said, clearly disappointed. "Perhaps you and I could get together before you leave?"
"Thank you, but I'm not really into girls. What I did tonight was spontaneous. I couldn't do it under other circumstances."
The hostess kissed Sheila again, on the mouth this time. "If you change your mind, Nigel knows how to contact me."
Sheila spent two days with Nigel, sightseeing and, with his expert advice, buying carefully selected antiques. She waited for him to suggest an evening of revelry, just the two of them in the privacy of her hotel room. She wanted a closer look at, and a leisure ride on, his uncommon cock. He acted as if her visit to his special club never happened. She surmised that he had no interest in her under ordinary circumstances.
She checked the schedule and caught a flight to Casablanca without pushing the issue.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I heard about your grand farewell tour," Donna said as she and Sheila loaded the drinks cart. "How's it going so far?"
"Terrific," Sheila replied. "You wouldn't believe what I did in London."
"Well, tell me! Don't keep me in suspense."
"It's a long story," Sheila said. "I'll tell you after you serve drinks."
"It had better not be too long," Donna laughed. "We land in an hour."
Donna pushed the cart down the aisle and Sheila turned around to get a cup of coffee. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned back around. She opened her eyes wide and grinned.
"Juan Castillo!" she said. "Hello. I haven't seen you in ages. What are you doing here?"
"Would you believe me if I said that I was still chasing the most beautiful girl in the world?"
"No," she laughed. "I thought you caught the most beautiful girl in the world. I heard that you got married."
"I got married, but not to you." He noticed the rings on her left hand. "Looks like someone did. Do I know him?"
"No. He's a senior pilot with this airline."
"Does that mean you're no longer available?"
She lifted one eyebrow and grinned. "For what?"
"This," he said as he backed her into a corner of the galley.
She put her arms around his neck and melted into his arms. He put his hands under her short skirt and cupped the cheeks of her bare ass. She gurgled into his mouth, a naughty sound that expressed precisely how she felt, and ground her prominent mound against his crotch. She felt wanton and mischievous immediately. She held him in a tenacious embrace and kissed him exuberantly, hungrily, without inhibition. She nearly choked him with her tongue as she tried to shove it all the way down his throat. He fondled her sumptuous bare ass and ground his crotch against hers as he returned her kiss her with equal fervor.
He broke the kiss and licked her lips tenderly. "You still don't wear panties, huh?"
She tilted her head back and chuckled sexily. "They're there. You just haven't found them yet." She darted her tongue in and out of his mouth. "What are you going to do now?"
"Lick you," he whispered.
"Ummm, that sounds like a splendid idea." She kissed him passionately.
He pushed her back and said, "Open your dress. I want to see your lovely tits."
"I'm not going to undress," she whispered as she unbuttoned the top of her dress. "Someone might come along and want to get in on the act."
He caressed her magnificent tits lovingly. "Don't you wish!" he teased.
She gave him another torrid kiss. He lifted the front of her skirt just enough to get his right hand under it. She wiggled, and her ass bumped the wall. He moved his hand up and touched the edge of her panties.
"Now I know why I couldn't find them," he laughed softly. "They're no bigger than a ribbon." He caressed the inside of her thighs. "Flesh like the finest silk." He ran his hands over her protuberant, hairy mound. He leaned down and flicked his tongue across her nipples.
She arched her back and pushed her chest forward. She hefted one tit and pushed it up to his mouth. Her nipple tautened to full erection immediately.
He pulled the crotch of her panties aside and tickled her slit. Reflexively, she spread her legs and hunched. He slipped a finger into her hot love tunnel. The subtle aroma of hot, aroused pussy wafted up around her body. She opened her legs a little further.
He put two fingers in her cunt. He put his thumb on her clit and rubbed lightly. She inhaled sharply and jerked hard when he touched the touchy button. He held her panties aside and dropped to his knees. He peeled the fat lips apart and ogled the succulent pink furrow.
"I always liked to look at your gorgeous pussy," he said softly.
"You'd better do more than look at it," Donna said.
Sheila looked up and grinned at her fellow attendant. "Juan is an old friend," she said.
"Well, if he isn't, he soon will be," Donna replied dryly. "I'll stand guard if you let me watch."
"Just don't sell tickets," Sheila giggled. "The galley isn't big enough."
Juan licked Sheila's juicy gash. She kinked her knees and tilted her pussy up. Every fiber of her being thirsted for the rewarding caress of his cunning tongue.
"Your pussy is like a swamp," he chuckled.
He licked her pussy thoroughly. He took particular delight in teasing her turgid joy buzzer, pushing it up and down and from side to side with the tip of his tongue.
"Ooohhh, God!" she whimpered. "I'm going to cum, baby!"
She tangled her fingers in his hair. Her chest heaved. Her body vibrated. Her legs twitched. He continued to lick her clit with the same steady pace and rhythm. She came harder than any woman he knew. He could have sworn her clit doubled in size, growing so large it felt like he was licking her nipple.
Her tremors decreased slowly. She sucked in an extra large gulp of air. She released his head and leaned against the wall. "Damn, that was good!" she exclaimed softly.
He stood and wiped his face with a paper napkin. He looked at Donna and grinned. "Are you next?"
"I'll take a rain check. We'll be landing in a few minutes. Where are you going."
"Casablanca," Juan replied. "How about tonight?" Donna said. "Can't. I have a date with Sheila."
"You do?" Sheila said.
"I have a three-day layover." Donna wrote down the name of her hotel and gave the slip to Juan. "Call me."
"I certainly will," Juan said. He patted Sheila on the ass. "Come sit with me."
Donna waited until he left, then said, "He looks pretty old. Can he deliver?"
"Damned if I know," Sheila replied. "He's Spanish, so he has the right blood, but I've never had him. He surprised the hell out of me when he went down on me. I was on the New York to Madrid run for a couple of years, and he was a regular passenger. He was always coming on to me, but I never took him seriously. He was educated in England and lived in the States several years. That's all I know about him."
"Well, maybe he'll be a good guide. This is my first time in Casablanca."
"Yeah, mine too. I hope I get to do something besides go to the bazaar." Sheila fixed herself a highball and went forward to sit with Juan.
"I didn't know you could drink on duty," Juan said.
"I'm not really on duty," Sheila replied. She told him why she was on the flight. "I'm going to stay in Casablanca a couple of days. Want to show me some of the sights that tourists don't get to see?"
"I would be happy to. Where are you staying?"
"The same hotel as Donna."
"I will pick you up at eight. We'll have dinner, then I will show you something you have never seen."
"Don't be too sure," she laughed. "I've seen a lot."
"I am sure you have not seen this," he replied confidently.
"Will you bring your wife?"
"Of course not. She is Spanish."
"Oh, and that explains everything, huh? Are you just visiting Casablanca?"
"I live there now. I have an import/export business."
Juan was a charming dinner companion, and regaled Sheila with amusing anecdotes of life in Casablanca.
"I have a special evening planned for you," he said as they went outside to his car.
She remembered her evening at Nigel's special club, and her pussy fluttered. Some day, she would have to think about why men seemed to assume that she would engage in kinky sex games for their pleasure. Not tonight, however. Tonight, she was going to take another walk on the wild side.
"Are you going to take part?"
"No, this is for your pleasure only."
"I won't let anyone abuse or degrade me, Juan."
"I can assure you that no one will. You are much too pretty and unique to harm."
"Does that mean that you would let someone abuse an ugly woman?"
"Of course not. I still have trouble with your idioms. You can indulge your exhibitionist streak. If you wish to stop at any time, you can do so."
"How do you know that I have an exhibitionist streak?"
"You let me eat your pussy on the plane, and you invited your friend to watch."
"Is that when you decided to take me wherever we're going?"
"Yes. I called and made the arrangements when we landed."
"Are you going to call Donna?"
"Yes."
"Will you arrange an evening like this for her?"
"I don't know yet. I have to know more about her."
They stopped in front of a large private home. Juan rang the bell at the gate, and a silent man escorted them through a courtyard. He opened a door leading into a small anteroom and bowed.
"You will find two young women inside," Juan said. "Go with them. I will join you later."
Sheila stepped through the door with her heart in her mouth. Two young Arab women in sheer pants and blouses took her hands and led her down a hall and into a softly lit room. A glass bathtub, filled with water, sat on one side of the room. A large pedestal bed sat in the middle of the room. Sheila knew there was an audience. There had to be. How else would she indulge her exhibitionism? She couldn't see anyone, but she sensed its presence.
The girls turned her all the way around as they slowly undressed her, confirming that others were watching. Juan was right. She had an exhibitionist streak a yard wide.
"Juan, have them turn up the lights," she said. "I want to see you."
The lights came up and she looked at the voyeurs. They were six of them, all male, all with dark skin. Two wore traditional Arab dress and the others wore business suits. Two girls knelt by each man. Juan's girls already had his cock out and were playing with it. She smiled and stared at the men boldly.
"Tell them, Juan," she said.
Juan understood what she wanted. He spoke softly in Arabic, and the girls took the other men's cocks out and started playing with them.
The girls helped her into the tub and she sat down. The warm water smelled of sandalwood and roses. One girl went across the room and sat on a small stool. The other girl undressed and stood by the tub, facing the audience.
Sheila eyed the small brown body. Everything about the young woman was so delicate-her pert little tits with their tiny nipples, miniature, well-turned thighs, cute little rounded buttocks. The hair covering her pubic mound was coarse and as black as midnight. The hair on her head was just as black. And long enough to reach down to her ass.
The girl's tiny nipples were mere inches from Sheila's mouth. If she stuck out her tongue, she could tickle the small points. She restrained herself. Perhaps the young woman would object.
Her desire was strong, however. Which surprised her. Even shocked her a little. Until that night at Nigel's club, she had never tasted another woman. This was different. She really wanted to taste this fresh young woman, to be the aggressor in a straightforward session of lesbian love. She breathed deeply. Her pussy tingled and filled with juice.
The girl knelt and started bathing Sheila with a bar of scented soap and her hands. Her skin tingled and her pussy got wetter.
The girl slipped a finger into the top of her slit and rubbed her clit lightly. Her clit instantly rose from its hood. Her nipples hardened and thickened rapidly and stood way out from her tits. She wondered if the bud was really standing up so far that it peeked from between her thick pussy lips. It felt as though it did. The girl took one nipple between her thumb and forefinger and twisted it gently.
Sheila looked at the girl's nipples, then at her own. Her nipples were a lot bigger, but the young woman's were just as hard, drawn into tight little points. She wanted so badly to lick them.
The girl rubbed Sheila's clit a little harder, a little faster. Now, she knew it was sticking out between her pussy lips. Her body jerked involuntarily when the soft little fingers touched her. The young woman giggled softly. Her touch was gentle, but not timid. Sheila glanced at the men.
They were all watching her raptly, obviously waiting for her to cum.
The Arab girl spread the lips of Sheila's pussy apart with the fingers of one hand. Two fingers of her other hand immediately captured Sheila's exposed clit and started jiggling rapidly.
"Oh, my," Sheila exclaimed softly. The girl's clever fingers had her right on the edge of a much-needed release.
The girl concentrated on Sheila's clit, much to her delight. She routinely had fully satisfying vaginal orgasms when she fucked. like many women, however, her clitoral orgasms were deeper and harder. When she fucked herself with a vibrator, she finished by stimulating her clit. When she did herself by hand, she seldom stuck her fingers in her cunt.
She shifted and thrust her crotch up. Her ass humped up and down slowly. She lifted her chest slightly and pointed her tits at the girl.
The girl lowered her head and stretched out her little tongue. She licked Sheila's nipples, first one, then the other, going back and forth between the large mounds. Her soft fingers pressed and teased, sending sweet shudders rippling through Sheila's body.
Sheila put one hand on the girl's shoulder. She closed her eyes and lay back. Delectable sensations built rapidly as the playful digits teased her slick button. She moaned and hunched. Sweet nuances of bliss rippled delightfully from her cunt.
"That feels so good," she muttered. "You know just how to make my pussy feel so good. Wonderful." Lances of pure delight ripped through her body. Her ass bounced up and down. Her legs quivered wildly. "Yes! Yesss!" she hissed. "It's here! My pussy is going to blow wide open!"
The girl continued to stroke Sheila's clit and lick her nipples until her passion subsided. The other girl joined her and helped Sheila out of the tub. They dried her and rubbed her body with sandalwood oil. They took her hands and led her to the bed. A large mirror hung over the bed, suspended by brass chains. Another large mirror stood at the head of the bed. Four girls rolled large mirrors up to the sides of the bed and angled them so the men could see Sheila from every angle.
"Well, at least I can watch too," Sheila muttered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sheila glanced at the men as she got on the bed. From the gleam in their eyes, she could tell they liked what they had seen so far. She wondered what Juan had arranged for her to show them next.
Several young brown-skinned women, all nude, came into the room and got on the bed. They pushed Sheila onto her back and suddenly her body was being bathed by what seemed like a hundred tongues. She sighed as the active tongues coated her skin with saliva.
The girls repeatedly kissed her and gave her a tongue to suck. More tongues and lips pleasured her nipples. The tender tip of a tongue tickled her navel. Her toes were sucked. Her ears were licked and the lobes were sucked. Her legs were lifted and the crack of her ass was licked. The soles of her feet were licked. Her legs were spread wide, making way for two tongues to wash the inside of her thighs at the same time. Both tongues played around her pussy, licking the pouty lips while carefully avoiding her clit. She watched everything in the mirror above the bed as every inch of skin on her body was licked.
Her body glistened with saliva. Her pussy was wetter than her skin. Several hands turned her over and put her on all fours. The tongues returned, this time focusing on the back of her body. Two girls lay under her, licking and sucking and fondling her heavy, dangling tits. Several tongues bathed her back from the nape of her neck to the swell of her ass. Another tongue laved the crack of her ass. Yet another tongue licked the outside of her cunt and the hollows at the tops of her thighs.
She was in heaven and hell at the same time. The tongues felt so good. But she needed to cum so badly it hurt! Her body shook. A raging fire of desire engulfed her mind. Distressingly, the tongue in her pussy wouldn't get on her clit and stay there long enough to get her off. She hung on the edge of rapture, unable to scale the peak, and unable to move back from the brink of the beckoning abyss.
The girls turned her onto her back again. One girl squatted over her face, giving her a quick taste of pussy. Just as she stuck out her tongue to attack the slit, it moved away. The girls rotated over her mouth, giving her a quick lick as the others continued to lick her body.
She was pulled to the foot of the bed and her legs were lifted and spread wide. A thick pillow was pushed under her ass, lifting her gash from the bed. A mouth covered her pussy. This time, it didn't kiss and depart. A tongue slowly made its way from her hole to her clit, cleaving her pussy lips as it was drawn from one end of her slit to the other.
She stared into the mirror over the bed. "Oh, God!" she wailed.
The volume of her voice rose. It reached a crescendo as the tongue in her pussy settled on her clit and started vibrating. Her body vibrated in concert with the tongue. Her voice became a deep scream. She bucked and thrashed. She would have traveled all over the bed if the girls hadn't hung onto her legs, keeping them lifted and pulled apart.
Her orgasm peaked, and the girls changed places. She quickly climbed the golden stairs again. Another girl knelt between her legs. She was a better cunt lapper than the first two. She tore into the redhead's twat with a frenzy, using her tongue and lips with an expertise that nearly blew every fuse in the circuits of Sheila's mind. She added an extra fillip of pleasure to her activities. She pushed two small fingers into Sheila's sopping hole and fucked them back and forth as her tongue lashed the redhead's rigid, supersensitive love button.
Sheila had always like being multi-orgasmic.
Now, that ability came back to haunt her. She thought she would lose her mind as girl after girl licked her pussy. Mercifully, they stopped before she passed out. She felt a hand touch her lower belly, a bigger, stronger hand, and she knew a man had joined the fun.
She lifted her head, looked at him, gasped, and nearly passed out. A Nubian giant, with a cock so big it looked like a club, stood at the foot of the bed. A girl stood on each side of him, stroking his monster with all fours hands, slowly bringing it to full erection. A thousand or more fluttering butterflies filled her stomach.
She moaned softly and flopped back on the bed. His touch was gentle and experienced. He rubbed his palm over her hairy crotch. He parted the puffy lips of her cunt with one finger, eased it down her slit and into her saturated hole. She gasped, loud and encouraging.
He kissed her nipples, then started licking the front of her body as he dabbled in her pussy. She stared into the overhead mirror and waited for him to possess her. She had no idea know how she could ever take his monster cock. She had to try, had to experience for once in her life a prick big enough to split her wide open.
He knelt on the floor and kissed her snatch. He licked her pussy from bottom to top several times. He buried his mouth in her squishy slit and tongued her clit. He reached up with both hands and grasped her nipples between his fingers. He rolled the erect points around gently as he licked her erect joy button tenderly.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped. Maybe he wasn't going to fuck her after all. "Eat me! Suck my hot little cunt good!"
She humped her cunt so hard that her pubic bone slammed into his nose. He barely noticed. He continued to suck up her cunt juice and lash her clit. Her moans changed to low screams. She was lost in space, unable to stop her orgasm, even if she had wanted to. She was flying, enveloped in an erotic haze that obscured everything but the glorious sensation between her thighs.
She rode out the storm in her cunt and came down slowly. She sat up and tentatively wrapped her hand around the giant's shaft. More or less. Her fingers weren't long enough to meet around the girth of the stupendous dick.
"Oh, my God!" she said breathlessly. "I've never seen such an enormous cock. Maybe I'd better suck it." She surveyed his one-eyed monster critically. "No, that won't work. That's a real jawbreaker. I could never get it in my mouth." She knew he probably didn't understand a word she said. She wasn't talking to him anyway. He stood patiently as she stroked his dick and rattled to herself. "Oh, God, I've got to have it! She tugged on his cock and he followed. She rubbed the huge knob up and down her wet slit, then worked it over her clit. "Put it in me! Fuck me with that wonderful thing." She clung tightly to his shaft, holding him back so he couldn't penetrate her. "Oh, no, please! You'll tear me apart!" She rubbed the head up and down her slit again. "Yes, put it in. I'll try to take it. Oh, God!"
He pulled Sheila's hand loose and nodded. Two girls got on the bed and pulled her onto her back. Two more girls grabbed her ankles, and lifted and spread her legs. He held his cock in one hand, and spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers. She tried to shy away when the massive knob touched her cunt. He put his hand on her stomach and helped the girls hold her. She took a deep, deep breath and shuddered visibly.
"Put it in me," she whispered. "I'll take it. My tender little pussy has never had anything so big in it, but I'll take every hard inch of the fucking thing! I want it so badly! Stick it in me and fuck me senseless!"
The Nubian giant got some unexpected assistance. The head of his prick was barely in her tight little hole when she climaxed again. More juice flooded into her channel and her body gyrated wildly. Trying to get his cock in her was like trying to fuck a woman doing a frenzied, erotic dance.
"Oh, fuck, your wonderful cock is so big!" she cried. "It's stretching my poor little pussy all out of shape! God, I love it!"
He hunched and banged his cock into her splendid sheath right down to the root. He continued to push until he had every millimeter of his pulsating prick buried in her squishy snatch. She was unbelievably tight. And as hot as a firecracker. He lifted his hand from her belly and let her rip.
She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. She lifted her ass, threw it around in circles and twisted it back and forth. Suddenly, every nerve in her body ended in her cunt. Inside, where the head of his formidable piston banged into her womb. Outside, where the lips of her pussy were doing their own wild dance around his thick shaft.
"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum again!" she wailed.
He stroked her squishy, tight cunt methodically. His thick dick rolled the bloated lips in and out. He didn't speak her language, but he spoke the language of passion. He could tell from her tone of voice and the expression on her lovely face that she wanted him to give her everything he had.
"Yes, yes!" she wailed. "Give it to me! Fill my pussy full! Fuck me hard!"
He slammed into her and rocked her body. She tightened her legs around his waist and wiggled and humped and twisted and moaned. He pulled her legs up, put them under his arms, and pounded her pussy unmercifully. She thought he was going to blow a hole in the bottom of her cunt when he came. She lost the thought as she peaked again, cumming so hard she couldn't utter a coherent word. Who needed words? Sexual satisfaction was all that mattered. And she was getting it in spades!
He dropped her legs and pulled back. His cock slid out of her clinging cunt, dripping sperm and pussy juice. She sat up and looked at his sticky dick. She twisted around and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Even then, she couldn't get the head in her mouth. She grabbed the shaft and muttered happily to herself as she licked it clean.
The black giant bowed to Sheila and left the room. She glanced at Juan as the girls helped her off the bed. His cum was spurting into the air, and both girls were trying to catch it in their mouths.
The girls bathed her again and dressed her. They took her back to the door to the courtyard, and she kissed them good-bye. Juan was waiting for her. He smiled and put her arm through his.
"You put on a splendid show," he said as he helped her into the car.
"That was quite an experience," she replied. "I'm tired, but not too tired. Do you want to come up when we get back to my hotel?"
"We are not going back to your hotel yet. I want you to meet someone."
"Who?" she asked nervously. "I'm good for a pleasant, leisure fuck, but I can't do that again tonight."
"A young woman," he replied.
"Oh? Do you want her to watch you fuck me? Or do you want me to watch you fuck her?"
"Neither. I want you to fuck her."
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm a woman, Juan. I don't have a cock."
"With a dildo," he said. "I bought a new one this afternoon for you to use."
"I'm not into women, dear," she said, not quite firmly enough.
"You are into anything that brings sexual pleasure," he replied.
"How am I going to get sexual pleasure by fucking another woman?"
"You will find a way."
"Why don't you want to fuck me?"
"I am not a young man, Cara," he replied softly. "Watching you was very exciting. The girls got all I had to give tonight."
"Those girls looked young. How old were they?"
"In their twenties. Tell me how you liked Akeem."
"It was like getting fucked by a giant. He stretched me wider than I've ever been stretched, and hit bottom every time."
"I hope he did not ruin you for your husband," Juan said kindly.
"My husband isn't exactly small, Juan. Besides, well-conditioned pussies are like elastic. They snap right back. I practice holding a pencil. This girl you want me to fuck, has Akeem fucked her?"
"No. She is a woman, Cara, not a girl. She is forty. But still very beautiful. like you will be when you are forty."
"What's her name?"
"Bernadette."
"You're hiding something, Juan. What's her last name?"
"We are almost there. You will do this for me, won't you?"
She was sure she knew why he wouldn't tell her the woman's last name. Well, two could play his game, and the final score just might surprise him.
"Yes, I will do it for you, Juan. If you promise to do what I ask."
"I cannot promise until I know what you want me to do."
She didn't reply. They were down to the nut cutting, the first one to speak lost. He pulled up in front of an iron gate set in a high stone wall and pressed a button on a remote control. He drove into a broad courtyard and parked in front of a large house. The house was painted bright white and had a red tile roof. He came around the car and opened the door. Now, she was sure. This was his house, and the woman he wanted her to fuck was his wife. She looked at him, smiled, and sat still.
"Very well," he said. "I will promise." She took his hand and got out of the car. "This is your house, isn't it."
"Yes."
She put her arm through his and went into the house. A beautiful, slender woman of medium height stood on the far side of the room. Her long black hair was piled on top of her head, held by gold wickerwork. A heavy gold necklace encircled her neck. She was opulence personified. Her long black hostess gown swished faintly as she came gracefully across the room. Her lively black eyes sparkled. She held out her hand and smiled. Her lack of surprise told Sheila that she was expected.
"Hello. I am Bernadette. Thank you for coming. Juan wasn't sure you would."
"Juan is very persuasive." Sheila took Bernadette's hand in a firm grip. "I'm Sheila. Juan said you were beautiful. He was being modest."
Bernadette's smile widened. "Thank you. That is indeed a compliment coming from such a beautiful woman. Are you Irish? I read that only Irish have naturally red hair."
"My mother's parents came from Ireland. My father was just plain old American."
Bernadette realized that she was still holding Sheila's hand. "I am forgetting my manners. Please, come in and have a seat. Would you like something to drink? Champagne, perhaps?"
"Champagne would be fine," Sheila replied. She perched nervously on the front of a large couch. "I have never done anything like this, Bernadette. I know what you and Juan want me to do. I think I know how to do it. I don't know what I should do now."
"Drink your wine first," Bernadette said as she gave Sheila a glass of champagne. "Do you want to fuck me?"
CHAPTER NINE
The blunt question and bawdy language from such an elegant woman startled Sheila for a moment. She took a sip of her champagne, then nodded. "Yes. I wasn't sure until I saw you."
"You have never fucked a woman?"
Sheila took another sip of wine. "No, not the way you mean. I licked another woman a few nights ago. In London. It was spontaneous. Another woman was licking me, and it seemed the thing to do at the time."
"I have never been fucked by another woman," Bernadette said. "We will start even."
"Well, that clears that up," Sheila chuckled. "What do we do now?"
"Do you want to do it in private, or may Juan watch?"
"He may watch. That was part of my bargain with him."
"Is there another part of your bargain?" Bernadette asked.
"I made him promise that he would do whatever I ask," Sheila replied.
"Very interesting," Bernadette said. "I will not ask you what you want him to do. You will show me later." She did something to her gown that Sheila couldn't follow and it fell around her feet. "You, too. Both of you."
"No, I am merely going to watch," Juan said.
Sheila stood and pulled her dress over her head. She tossed it over the back of the couch and said, "You heard the lady, Juan. Remember your promise. I said whatever I want you to do, not just one thing." She flashed him a brilliant smile. "Besides, I want to see your cock."
"Oh, I like your spunk, dear," Bernadette chuckled. "I will get the new cock Juan bought for you to fuck me with." Her smallish buttocks wiggled enticingly as she left the room.
Sheila looked at Juan and grinned. "She's your wife, isn't she?"
He nodded without answering.
"Does she know where you took me tonight?"
"Perhaps. I have never told her, but she is very perceptive."
"Did she tell you what she wants me to do to her?"
He shrugged. "I brought you home because I want to watch you fuck her."
"I don't really care what you want, Juan," Sheila said. "What does she want?"
"I do not know. I told her that I wanted to watch a woman fuck her, and she agreed."
Bernadette came back with the dildo and harness and gave it to Sheila. She studied it for a moment, figured out how it worked, and strapped it on. The stiff rubber dick jutted out from her loins, looking as if it belonged on her.
Bernadette reached out and gripped the fake prick. "It looks right on you, dear."
"What do you want me to?" Sheila asked. "Should I just fuck you, or do you want the works?"
"If I understand the idiom, I want the works," Bernadette replied.
"Sit on the couch, darling," Sheila said. "Juan, you sit by her." She ignored his scowl of displeasure and waited from him to sit by his wife. "Now, darling, take your husband's cock in your hand."
"You know?" Bernadette said.
"It's too obvious to miss, darling," Sheila replied. "I don't know exactly what's going on between you two, but I do know what's going to go on."
She leaned over and kissed Bernadette's eyes, the tip of her nose, and her mouth. Her tongue played lightly around Bernadette's pebbly areolae, avoiding her turgid, sharply pointed nipples, but making them even harder. Her tongue trickled down the middle of Bernadette's body. She paused at her navel to dip inside and tickle the shallow little indentation.
Bernadette clung tightly to her husband's cock and sighed out loud when Sheila's mouth reached her mound.
Sheila licked the sexy little hollows at the top of Bernadette's thighs. She lifted her legs, spread them wide, and licked her asshole.
Bernadette squirmed and muttered, "Oh, no one has ever done that to me. I like it."
Sheila put Bernadette's legs down and swirled the tip of her tongue around the mouth of her cunt. Bernadette jerked and squirmed harder. She slithered her tongue up Bernadette's gash and licked her small, sensitive love button.
The mere touch of Sheila's tongue sent Bernadette into upheavals of orgasmic upheaval. She started squealing and bucking even before Sheila vibrated her tongue.
Sheila licked her clit avidly, bringing her off twice. In the middle of her mind-numbing orgasm, Sheila stood. She held her cock with one hand, split Bernadette's pussy open with the blunt end, and shoved. She bucked and squealed louder. Sheila drove about half of her rubber dick into the woman's sopping hole and started fucking her.
"Juan, put your cock in her mouth," Sheila grunted.
"A proper wife does not suck cock," he protested.
Sheila slammed her cock deep into Bernadette's cunt, stopped and stabbed him with a cold, piercing stare. "Put your cock in her mouth, or the game stops right here."
"Oh, nooo!" Bernadette wailed. "You must not stop! I will suck your cock, Juan! I know how! I will suck you off and eat your cum! I like to eat cum!"
Juan looked bewildered. Sheila laughed out loud.
"Well, the truth will out," she said. She hunched her cock into Bernadette's cunt. "Your wife isn't a novice, Juan. Put your cock in her mouth and let her suck you off."
Juan got on his knees and stuck his prick in his wife's mouth. Her dark eyes sparkled with silent approval. She grunted and gurgled around his cock and came harder than ever.
Sheila pulled Bernadette to the floor and rolled her over without taking the latex prick out of her hot twat. She pulled her onto her hands and knees and thrust forward until her belly banged into the cheeks of her ass.
Bernadette captured her husband's cock in her mouth again and started rocking back and forth, matching Sheila's rhythm. Sheila leaned over, put her arms around Bernadette, and fondled her tits as she fucked her with short, rapid strokes. She slid one hand down, stuck her finger in the top of Bernadette's slit and frigged her clit.
"How are you doing, Juan?" she asked.
"I cannot believe this," he grumbled.
Sheila couldn't resist rubbing it in. "Your wife is such an elegant lady, Juan. Is she a good cocksucker?"
Bernadette came continually, one orgasm after the other in quick succession. The new climax overlapped the previous one, an endless string of tumultuous contractions. Every plunge of Sheila's cock into her frantic love tunnel increased her passionate pleasure. Orgasms washed over her body like tidal waves, touching every nerve, turning her mind to mush and her muscles to a mass of quivering blubber. She became one big hairy, supersensitive cunt, cherishing the mind-warping lascivious enchantment that engulfed her.
Juan threw his head back, groaned out loud, and shot a load of cum down his sophisticated, not-so-innocent wife's throat.
Sheila backed away and patted Bernadette on the ass. She unstrapped the dildo and tossed it on the couch.
Bernadette crawled on Juan's lap. "Oh, darling, that was superb! When you put your cock in my mouth, I thought I would go crazy." She kissed him passionately and tried to choke him with her tongue. She slid off his lap and sat by him. She smiled and held out her hands to Sheila. "I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed the way you fucked me, darling," she said softly.
Sheila got on her knees between Bernadette's legs and kissed her. Bernadette was the aggressor this time. She put her right hand behind Sheila's head and cupped one of her hefty tits in her left hand. She moaned deep in her throat as she kissed Sheila's lips the way she kissed her husband.
Sheila stood and posed, naturally, candidly, without pretensions. She knew she was alluring, seductive, that the sight of her nude body stimulated men. And women! But she posed for Juan's wife, not him. She was more turned on than she had been in months. Maybe ever. Juice gushed into her cunt.
"She is gorgeous," Bernadette whispered. Passion laced her voice. "And so fucking sexy." She squirmed her ass impetuously. She grabbed her husband's cock and started yanking it. Her other hand stole up to caress one tit. "Thank you for bringing her home to fuck me."
"I cannot believe this," Juan said again.
Juan looked back at Sheila just as she spread her legs and ran the fingers of one hand through her bush, fluffing the soft curls. He saw her long, thick cunt lips peeking down through the nest of hair and groaned.
"Turn around, darling," Bernadette said breathlessly. "Show us your fabulous ass."
"I do not know my own wife," Juan muttered.
Sheila turned slowly, her arms at her sides, her chest thrust out to make her tits project further. She paused in profile and let them study her beautifully rounded ass.
She turned her back to them and bent over, with her legs spread. Her bewitching snatch winked at them. The hair along her deep gash were soaked with juice. The sultry lips gaped open, revealing the soggy, coral-pink interior. She reached back with both hands and pulled the lush cheeks of her ass apart, showing them more than pink.
"Jesus!" Juan exclaimed in a husky voice.
Sheila turned around and straightened up quickly, and her big tits shimmied and jiggled. She backed up and sat in Juan's chair. She arched her back, cupped her tits and pointed her stiff nipples at them.
"Go to her, Juan!" Bernadette hissed excitedly. "Suck her pretty tits and lick her cunt!"
"It is your idea, you do it!" he snorted, never for a moment believing she would.
Bernadette leaped up and rushed to Sheila. Sheila chuckled and caressed her pear-shaped tits lovingly. Then she put her hands between her legs and rubbed her snatch.
Bernadette licked each of Sheila's bounteous mounds all over, beginning with her thick, stiff nipples and spiraling to her chest. She dropped to her knees, stuck her face in her dense red bush and kissed her cunt.
Sheila sucked in her breath sharply. She put one leg over Bernadette's shoulder and one hand behind her head. Her other hand went from tit to tit, pulling and pinching her turgid nipples. Her head fell back and her eyes closed.
"Suck me off," she whispered.
"Oh, yes, darling!" Bernadette moaned. "I will eat your sweet cunt and make you cum so good."
Sheila's legs began to tremble. Bernadette stabbed her tongue into her cunt. She moaned and trembled harder. Her tongue jumped on her clit and started wiggling wildly. She screamed and came. And bucked so hard she nearly knocked Bernadette over. She threw her legs around Bernadette's neck and drummed her heels on her back as a fierce orgasm tore through her.
The soles of her feet, her scalp, and everything in between flexed and clenched. Bernadette licked and licked and licked, nearly wore out her tongue to keep the sexy, beautiful redhead cumming. Sheila's body went completely slack. Her legs slid off Bernadette's shoulders and fell to the floor, splayed wide.
Bernadette kissed Sheila's pussy passionately, then kissed her on the mouth.
Sheila giggled with giddiness. "Wow! You've got a wicked tongue, darling. Have you licked clit before?"
"No," Bernadette said. "I licked you the way I want to be licked."
"Did you hear that, Juan?" Sheila said.
He scowled and rolled his eyes.
"I must go," Sheila said.
"Juan will drive you," Bernadette said.
"No, call me a taxi. You two have a lot to talk about. If you're interested in a threesome with another woman, Juan can call my friend Donna."
"You will not come back tomorrow?" Bernadette said, sounding disappointed.
Sheila kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I'm leaving in the morning, darling. I think I've caused enough trouble."
"You did not cause trouble," Bernadette said. "Juan will get over his anger." She leaned close and whispered in Sheila's ear, "It is my money, not his. Because of you, I am now a liberated lady."
CHAPTER TEN
The only flight on Sheila's airline the next morning was going to Istanbul. She took it. She didn't care where she went as long as she worked her way west. As usual, she wore her uniform and filled in where needed.
As soon as the seat belt light went off, she took coffee to the flight deck. Travel time from Casablanca to Istanbul wasn't long enough for a meal, but she knew how the flight crew liked their coffee.
She made her way forward slowly, covertly checking out the passengers. She didn't see anyone she knew, or wanted to know. She went into the cockpit and passed out coffee, starting at the rear and working forward. When she reached the captain, Charlie looked up and grinned.
"Hello, beautiful," he said. "I heard you were flying with us today."
"Hello, Charlie. Long time, no see. How are you doing?"
"Do you mean has my broken heart mended?" he teased.
"Hearts of ice refreeze quickly when you put them back in an ice chest," she quipped. She pulled out the jump seat between the pilot and copilot's seat and sat down. "With your seniority, how did you get stuck on this milk run?"
"By personal request," he replied.
The copilot laughed. "From the VP of Operations," he said laconically.
Sheila punched Charlie lightly on the shoulder. "You just can't stay out of beds where you don't belong, can you? You know you're going to get caught."
"I get away with it more often than I get caught," he replied. "What's this I hear about you retiring? You're too young and too beautiful to quit."
"Glen wants me home, and I want to be home," she said. "We'll never be together if I don't quit."
"And deprive us of your wonderful company," Charlie said mournfully.
"Charlie, you and I haven't flown the same route in years," she laughed. "How can I deprive you of something you don't have?"
"This fellow you married must be something. Glen, isn't it?"
"Oh, that's right, you've never met."
"Nope. I've always flown in Europe, and he's always flown north and south." Charlie looked at the copilot. "You've got it, Sport. The lady and I are going back where we can talk in private."
Charlie took Sheila's hand and led her to the rear of the plane and stopped at the last row of seats. The closest passenger was four rows in front of them. He flipped the arm between two seats up and sat down. She deliberately sat close enough for their hips to touch.
"We had some fine times together, Sheila," he said. "Too bad it has to end."
She put her hand on the inside of his thigh and squeezed gently. "You were one of the few men who could make me cum so hard that I lost my breath," she chuckled. "A woman never forgets something like that."
"I still can," he said.
She felt his cock slowly stiffen and nudge the edge of her hand. "Yes, you probably can. I wouldn't let you if you knew Glen." She opened his zipper, fished in his pants and slowly extracted his cock. "I won't play with his friends."
He looked down at her hand holding his dick, then looked into her eyes. "For once, I'm damned glad I don't know someone!" he chuckled softly. He leaned back in the seat and pushed his ass forward slightly. He changed his mind and sat up again. He quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it open. "God, your tits are beautiful," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "I always loved the way they sway when you walk. I'm glad you still don't wear a bra."
She thanked him with a smile. "They don't like to be restrained." She slid her hand slowly up and down the shaft of his prong. "As often as I used to get this thing stuck in me, I didn't remember how nice it is," she whispered. Her hand moved a little faster, squeezing and relaxing rhythmically.
"You haven't forgotten how to jerk one."
"like riding a bicycle, honey. Once you learn, you never forget."
"Go ahead and jack me off."
"Don't you want to put it in me again, just for old time's sake?"
"Of course," he grunted. "But we can't do it here."
She held her palm loosely around the bare knob and twisted her wrist.
His hips bucked so hard that he almost slipped off the seat. "Damn!" he hissed. "That feels good!"
"Almost like a tight pussy, right."
"Yeah. Keep doing it."
"Not on your life! Put that thing away and come with me."
She didn't bother to button her blouse. Her full, heavy tits swung and bounced as she walked. She led him to the last restroom. She pulled up her skirt and leaned over to push her panties down. Her full, heavy tits swung and jiggled under her chest. She held her skirt up around her waist and leaned over the small wash basin with her ass pointed at him. "Push your pants down. I don't want your zipper tearing me up."
She looked back over her shoulder as he opened his belt and let his pants fall around his ankles. His cock sprang up, fully hard. He stood so close that the tip touched her ass.
He reached between her legs and stroked the soft pink lips of her pussy. He slipped his middle finger deep into her soupy hole and wiggled the tip against the top of her channel. She sighed and shook her ass.
"We don't have time to play," she hissed. "Put your cock in me! Fuck me!"
Her bawdy words were the catalyst he needed. The pink lips of her pussy peeked out lewdly at him. He reached between her legs and caressed her hairy slit again. She shivered and moaned when his fingers brushed her clit. He rubbed the engorged head of his prick along the satin-smooth cleft of her buttocks. She wiggled her ass impatiently, urging him to fuck her. The broad head of his dick slid down her juicy slit and nosed into her honey pot.
She moaned and pushed her ass backward as he penetrated her. He clung to her hips and hunched hard, burying his dick all the way to the balls, filling her tight sheath.
"Oh, baby!" he gasped. "You're so hot! So hot and juicy! A real hot bitch."
He pulled back and watched his cock emerge from her clinging cunt lips. He left just the knob inside her and held still.
She shook her ass again. "Don't tease me!" she hissed. "Fuck me!"
He held onto her hips and started plunging his prong rapidly in and out of her tight sheath.
"Yeah, that's the way," she said. She locked eyes with his in the small mirror over the washstand. She licked her lips and grinned lewdly. "Go deep," she grunted. "Rock me the way you used to do."
He reached under her and fondled her heavy, dangling tits as he crowded her ass and fucked her hard. He thrust deep, hard and quick, rocking her both back and forth under the fast pace of his hard driving strokes.
Her face glowed with delight. Sneaking into the toilet for a quick fuck with an old lover really turned her on. Her pussy got wetter every time he thrust his rampaging rod into her. Juice squished out around his shaft and dribbled down the inside of her thighs.
He plundered her cunt with the regularity of a machine. His face was flushed and his chest heaved with exertion. A churning knot of tension in his belly warned him that he was about to dump his load of cum into the beautiful woman's hot snatch. Releasing her tits, he slid his hands down to her crotch. He thrust two fingers into the top of her slit and strummed her clit.
She started bucking harder. "Oh, God, that's good!" she moaned.
He rubbed her clit furiously and fucked her faster. She pressed her fist in her mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to alert everyone on the plane to her intense rapture.
His balls felt like a pair of grapefruit. His gut twisted in knots. He slammed into her cunt with a mighty heave, and his cock erupted. He scrubbed his groin against the cheeks of her ass and flooded her with a gallon of hot sperm.
She grunted from the force of his final thrust and started cumming. She shoved her hips back, eager for every little drop of love juice he could pour into her.
They quivered against each other until his balls emptied and her orgasm subsided. She pushed herself erect with a deep sigh. Charlie's dick slid out of her snatch and hung limp and red, well-oiled with semen and joy juice.
"What a glorious way to fuck!" he croaked.
She kept her legs close together so his cum wouldn't run too far down her legs. He had really given her a load. "I'll give you an encore tonight in Istanbul," she said. "In bed. My knees get weak when I fuck standing up. You'd better get forward and land this thing. If we crash, that was the last piece of ass you'll ever get."
"It would be worth it," he cackled.
She washed her pussy and put her panties back on. She sauntered back to her seat and buckled her seat belt as the landing gear came down.
Charlie came to Sheila's room at seven o'clock. He didn't have to fly the next day, so they could take their time and enjoy themselves.
"How about buying me dinner?" she said. "I'm burned out on airline food."
"Do you like Turkish food?"
"I don't know. I've never eaten any that I know of."
"There's a nice little place within walking distance. They even have a floor show of sorts. Belly dancers."
"This is your territory," she replied. "I'll follow your lead."
"I was hoping you would say that," he said with a leer.
"Don't overdo it, Charlie. I told you that I would give you an encore. A farewell fuck, if you will. We probably won't ever see each other again after tonight."
"Then I guess I'd better make the most of it."
Charlie swapped several large, multicolored bills for a table near the center of the room. A series of belly dancers performed during dinner.
As they swirled and twisted through the room, Sheila responded to the haunting music and raw sexuality of the dancers. She noticed that Charlie was also deeply moved.
Sheila gave up on the what she considered the terrible coffee and drank a Turkish wine after dinner. The coffee was as thick as molasses and sickeningly sweet. The wine wasn't too bad. As it neared midnight, she tired of the mediocre dancers. She was ready to tell Charlie to take her back to the hotel and screw her ass into the mattress. The last dancer, Dorcas, was announced with a raucous musical fanfare and loud applause, and Sheila's interest perked up.
"Judging by the applause she's getting before she even dances, she must be good," Charlie murmured.
She was. Her music had a hard, sensuous beat. Dorcas bounded into the room with a burst of pure energy. She abandoned herself to the music, shaking and shimmying in a flagrant, erotic manner. It was easy to imagine that her writhing was the result of sexual ecstasy.
like the other dancers, she danced through the small dining room. Her large, loosely held breasts and full hips shook, vibrated, twisted and bounced in time to the music. She completely entranced Sheila and Charlie. She reached their table and danced exclusively for Sheila, undulating sensuously, was almost touching Sheila's body. Then she danced for Charlie. She felt their licentious excitement, and it stimulated her. She and Sheila both saw the bulge Charlie's hard prick made in his pants. Dorcas smiled at Sheila and winked. Her meaning was obvious. She was getting him primed to give Sheila a good screwing. Sheila returned the smile and nodded. A silent signal of understanding passed between them.
Sheila called the headwaiter over and held a whispered conversation with him while Dorcas held Charlie's undivided attention. The headwaiter surreptitiously pocketed the sheaf of American bills Sheila slipped to him. For such a big bribe, he would have done most anything the beautiful red-headed lady asked, including making her enemies disappear.
As they walked back to the hotel, Charlie said, "That was one hell of a performance. I don't think I've ever seen anything that erotic in a public place."
"I could tell you liked her," Sheila chuckled. "Has your cock gone down yet?"
"You noticed, huh? You're not jealous, are you?"
"I'm just glad I don't have a cock. I probably would have taken it out right there and played with it. Was she dancing for you, or for me?"
"I couldn't tell. Both of us, I think."
"Yeah, that's what I thought, too."
They were barely inside the hotel room when they were in each other's arms. He opened the top of her dress so he could kiss and caress her bare tits. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock so she could play with it. They kissed and moaned and groped each other feverishly.
"Dorcas really turned you on, didn't she?" she whispered in his ear.
"Yeah, she sure did."
"Me, too. Feel my pussy."
He reached under her dress and pushed her panties aside. His finger slipped into her wet seam, and there was a knock at the door.
"Who the hell can that be at this late hour?" he grumbled.
"Room service?" she said innocently.
He didn't notice her wicked little smile. "I didn't order anything."
"I'd better answer it. You'll scare them to death."
He became aware of his hard cock. He got it stuffed back into his pants and the zipper closed before she reached the door. Only then did he notice that she hadn't bothered to close the top of her dress. Her tits bounced and jiggled delightfully as she walked across the room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sheila opened the door and smiled broadly. "Hello, Dorcas," she said. "Thank you for coming." She took Dorcas's hand and led her into the room. "Look who's here to visit us, Charlie. It was room service after all."
"Dorcas?"
"Hello," Dorcas said. She was in full costume, carrying a cassette player.
"You liked her dancing so much, I thought you would enjoy a private performance," Sheila said. "Dorcas, this is Charlie, and I'm Sheila." She followed Dorcas's gaze and realized that the top of her dress was still open and her tits were completely bare. She smiled. "I'm so glad that you speak English. I don't know a word of Turkish, and Charlie only knows swear words."
"It is necessary that I speak many languages," Dorcas replied. "I dance in Paris, Munich, London and Cairo often."
"You dance beautifully," Charlie said. "I had no idea that you did private performances."
"Yes. Usually only parties. When I learned who was asking for me, I was happy to come to you. May I begin?"
"Please do," Sheila said, giving Dorcas a sexy, knowing smile. She leered at Charlie. "We can sit on the couch."
Dorcas put her cassette player on an end table and turned it on. The familiar music throbbed strongly. Her movements were more openly erotic than they were in the cafe. In the privacy of the room, dancing for an audience of two, she could let herself go.
Sheila opened the zipper in Charlie's pants and pulled out his cock. She fondled it without taking her eyes off Dorcas.
"Sheila, what the hell are you doing?" he hissed.
"I'm playing with your cock. She excites me. Any woman who can dance like that has seen and done a hell of a lot more than we can show her. She doesn't object."
As if to confirm Sheila's words, Dorcas danced close to Charlie. She straddled his leg and rubbed her crotch over his thigh. She reached down and stroked his throbbing cock. She smiled enticingly and backed away, shimmying and shaking more energetically. She moved to Sheila. She rode her leg, then reached down and fondled one of her bare tits. Sheila pulled her dress off her shoulders, completely baring her upper body.
Dorcas quickly kissed each nipple. She backed away a few feet and continued dancing.
"Well, I'll be damned!" Charlie muttered. "How did you know?"
Sheila shrugged. "I just had a feeling. Relax and enjoy the show."
Dorcas removed all of her costume but a pair of thin silk panties. She danced back to Sheila and stood between her legs. Sheila kissed her nipples, then her stomach. She put her hands on the twisting hips. Slowly, she pulled the panties down. Her lips trailed behind the panties, kissing Dorcas's body as it was bared.
"Whew!" Charlie exclaimed softly. "I didn't know that you go both ways."
"I didn't when you knew me," Sheila giggled.
Dorcas kicked her panties away without missing a beat and spread her legs. Sheila slipped two fingers into her cunt. She kept dancing, twisting and shaking and shimmying, hunching on Sheila's fingers in time to the music.
"Damn!" Charlie croaked. The women held him totally spellbound. His cock jutted up from the opening in his pants, standing as tall and as stiff as it had ever been. He unconsciously took it in one hand and stroked it slowly.
Dorcas moved away suddenly. Sheila stood and calmly removed her dress. She slid her panties down and kicked them aside. Charlie had watched many women strip, but he'd never been so aroused at the sight as now. A fierce, almost unnatural excitement engorged his prick and made it throb urgently. He knew the women were going to eat each other. There was no other logical outcome to what was taking place before his burning gaze.
Sheila picked up the beat of the music and danced across the room to Dorcas. They put their arms around each other. They pressed their tits and tummies and cunt mounds together. They shook and shimmied as the music pulsed. Dorcas was plump and heavily curved. Thick, honey-colored nipples capped her mammoth, ripe tits. Her blatant sexiness was in sharp contrast to Sheila's subtle sensual aura.
Dorcas spoke, loud enough for Charlie to hear. "I am happy that I can also have you. You are so beautiful."
"Thank you, darling. You are one of the sexist women I have ever met. I hope you enjoy Charlie's big cock."
"I will." Dorcas put her hand between Sheila's legs and felt of her pussy. She smiled. "I will also enjoy you." She worked her finger in and out of Sheila's slick hole, then put the finger in her mouth and sucked it loudly. "You taste so very good. Do you also like to eat women?"
"Oh, yes!"
"God damn!" Charlie exclaimed. He jumped to his feet and tore off his clothes.
The music stopped and Dorcas looked at Charlie. "May I?" she said to Sheila.
"Of course," Sheila replied with a dreamy smile.
Dorcas pushed Charlie back on the couch and knelt between his legs. Gently, she cupped his balls in her hand. Her mouth closed over the head of his cock, and his deep breath whooshed out in a mighty gust.
Sheila watched a few minutes. Then she sat on the couch by Charlie and opened her legs wide. Dorcas held onto Charlie's prick and moved between Sheila's legs. Slowly, tenderly, she kissed and licked Sheila's hot pussy. Sheila pulled Charlie's head over and kissed him deeply, using her tongue expertly inside his mouth.
"Now you," Sheila said to Dorcas.
Dorcas sat on the couch and spread her legs. Sheila leaned over and tickled her fingers over Dorcas's crotch. She didn't have a tangle or a bush between her legs. She had a luxuriant forest of long black hair. It covered her crotch, spread along her thighs and over her lower belly. A heavy line of hair ran all the way up to her navel. And hiding under that thick black bush was a pair of the most stupendous cunt lips in creation!
"Come here, Charlie, and take a peek at this," Sheila said. "Have you ever seen such a muff? And just look at her big, delicious cunt. My God, you've got to kiss it! There must be some law you would violate if you don't kiss it before you put your cock in it." She spread the lips of Dorcas's fat cunt and held them open for Charlie.
"I thought Turkish women removed their pubic hair," Charlie said.
"Most do," Dorcas replied. "My mother was a dancer. She learned that western men like a hairy pussy, so she let me keep mine. When I dance at private parties in Europe, I undress and let them see my big bush. They go wild."
Charlie scrubbed his face and mouth in Dorcas's cunt a few minutes, then Sheila tapped him on the shoulder.
"My turn," she hissed, inflamed with lust. "Let me taste her cunt!"
Charlie gave way and sat on the couch again. Sheila knelt between Dorcas's heavy thighs, her eyes blazing with passion. Using both hands, she delicately parted the lips of her cunt again.
"Oh, my, just look at her clit!" she whispered hotly. "I thought mine was big! This has to be big enough to fuck with."
"It is," Dorcas agreed.
Sheila's tongue flicked out to caress the formidable stud standing up in the top of the fat slit. Dorcas hunched her ass forward, pushing her cunt toward Sheila's mouth.
Sheila literally attacked her plump pussy. Dorcas went off immediately. She put one hand behind Sheila's head. She reached over and grabbed a fistful of Charlie's prick. She threw her cunt at Sheila's face and hunched her ass up and down as Sheila's tongue dueled with her colossal clit. She came again.. .and still again. Her loud moans and groans became hoarse screams as her climax went on and on.
She pushed Sheila's head away and kept pushing, and Sheila fell over backwards. She followed her down and got on top of her. "Now, I will show you how I fuck a woman with my clit," she said, her voice hoarse with lust.
She spread Sheila's legs and her own, then pulled Sheila to her as she rolled onto her side. She kept pulling until their pussies were touching. Releasing Sheila's leg, she spread the lips of her cunt.
"Open the lips of your pussy and put your clit on mine," she said.
The position was new to Sheila, but she knew the basics of what they were doing. She opened the lips of her pussy and moved against Dorcas, pressing their clits together. Dorcas hunched and mashed their clits tightly together.
"Oh!" Sheila whispered. "That feels good! Just like a little finger touching my clit. Charlie, her big clit is going to make me cum!"
Charlie sat on the couch, slowly stroking his prick as he watched the two women. He had no idea that Sheila was actively bi. If he had asked, she would have told him. He was happy now that he hadn't asked. Finding out this way was a hell of a lot more exciting.
Dorcas started wriggling her hips. Sheila followed suit, and quickly picked up the rhythm. They clung to each other's legs for leverage as they hunched together wildly. Sheila had been ready to cum the moment she and Charlie got back to the hotel. Dorcas's licking, brief though it had been, brought her very close to the edge. Now, she quickly toppled over the edge and floated in a thick erotic haze. She was cumming and screaming only moments after Dorcas's monster clit started rubbing against hers. Dorcas followed Sheila's example and also took off on a rocket ride to the moon.
They hunched and bucked and jerked against each other, passing orgasmic joy back and forth between their clits. They each had several orgasms before they rolled apart.
Sheila scrambled to her knees and snatched a pillow from the couch. She stuffed it under Dorcas's hefty buttocks to lift her pussy. She grabbed Charlie's rigid rod out of his hand and tugged on it. "Fuck her, Charlie!" she urged breathlessly. "Get her before she comes all the way down."
Charlie scrambled between Dorcas's legs. He aimed his rod at her cunt and rammed it home in one hard lunge. She squealed with joy as the large love lance speared into her.
Sheila sucked Dorcas's thick nipples as Charlie banged the horny belly dancer's butt into the floor. She slid her middle finger into Dorcas's crack and rubbed her slick joy buzzer. Dorcas yelped with pleasure and did her dance routine lying down.
"Oh, wow, look at her go!" Sheila laughed. "Hang on, Charlie, or she'll get away from you!"
"She's as hot as you are," he grunted. "Marvelous cunt-tremendous muscle control."
"I love your cock, Charlie!" Dorcas moaned.
"So, Charlie, how do you like your farewell fuck?" Sheila whispered hotly. "Bet you never dreamed it would be a threesome with a hot, unique woman like Dorcas.
"You're full of pleasant surprises, baby," he panted. "Too damn bad this can't last."
"If you're up to it, it can last all night!" Sheila chuckled. "Dorcas, do you take it up your ass, too?"
"Oh, yes!" Dorcas said happily. "I love it that way."
"I've never done it. Will you help Charlie fuck my ass?"
"Oh, yes! Every woman should do it. It makes a man so happy."
Charlie couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sheila was going to give him her virgin ass! He was going to have both women the same way!
This was incredible!
"I can't hold back," he moaned. "Her cunt is sucking it right out of me."
"Then give it to her, baby," Sheila said. "Don't try to hold back. She'll cum with you." She rubbed Dorcas's fleshy clit a little faster to be sure. "Are you ready to cum, Dorcas?"
"Yesss!" Dorcas hissed.
Charlie punched his prick to the hilt in the belly dancer's delightful sheath. He grunted and shot his wad. She clamped down on him with a fierceness that made him grunt louder. Her cunt muscles worked in harmony with the pumping of his prick, milking him, drawing out every tiny drop of his sperm. They rocked and jousted, pleasuring each other as Sheila fingered Dorcas's clit furiously.
Dorcas slowed to gentle wiggles and twists. Sheila felt Charlie's cock with the tips of her fingers.
"Your cock feels like it's still hard!" she said as she tested it for firmness.
"I don't think the damn thing will ever go down with you two!" he said.
"Dynamite!" Sheila squealed with delight. "Let her up. She's going to put your cock in my ass while it's still slick from her pussy."
Sheila turned around and got on her hands and knees. Dorcas knelt by her hip and put a finger in her mouth to wet it with saliva. Charlie caught on immediately. He knelt on the other side of Sheila and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. Dorcas smiled coyly and eased the tip of her finger into Sheila's tight little bunghole. Sheila grunted and shuddered. Dorcas worked her finger around, loosening the tight muscle guarding Sheila's back door.
"You must relax," Dorcas said softly. She put her mouth close to her finger and drooled saliva on Sheila's asshole.
Sheila breathed deeply and willed herself to relax. She felt her sphincter loosen around Dorcas's finger. Dorcas added another finger and slowly pumped them in and out. Then she nodded and smiled.
"She is ready for you," she said to Charlie. "Your cock is very big. You must go slow."
Charlie got up behind Sheila, holding his prick in one hand. Dorcas pulled her fingers out of Sheila's asshole and held the cheeks of her ass apart. He tapped at her back door with the end of his love spear.
"Give it to me!" Sheila moaned. "I'm so fucking hot for it!" She wiggled her ass at him, urging him on. "Put your big hot dog right between my buns!"
He eyeballed her tender, round ass lovingly, and a wild, searing excitement gripped him. He thrust forward gently and eased the head of his prick into her asshole. She whimpered softly and wiggled her butt. He sank the full length of his lusty big tool into her luscious tightness.
Dorcas licked Charlie's belly, then released Sheila's buttocks. She lay down in front of Sheila and wiggled under her in reverse. She stopped with her head between Sheila's legs and wrapped her arms around the redhead's hips. Her tongue snaked out as she lifted her head and slithered through Sheila's snatch.
"Can you see what she's doing?" Sheila asked Charlie, her voice filled with excitement.
He looked down and grunted. "Yeah, she's licking your pussy."
"Does it excite you?"
"You're damn right it does!"
"Is this what you fantasized a threesome with two women would be like?"
"My fantasy doesn't come close to this! You're a scheming, sexy seductress. I hope your husband can keep up with you."
"Don't worry, he can." Sheila chuckled with glee. "Ball my butt, baby! Give it to me good!"
She lowered her mouth to Dorcas's fleshy snatch and started licking her big clit. Doing a sixty-nine with another hot woman while getting her asshole plugged by a big cock was out of this world. She was getting it coming and going!
Charlie and Dorcas were sprawled out in the bed, sound asleep, the next morning when Sheila packed her bags and left quietly. Charlie wouldn't mind the milk run between Casablanca and Istanbul so much in the future!
She ate a leisurely breakfast in the hotel dining room, took a taxi to the airport and caught the first flight on her airline going west.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sheila stayed aboard the plane when it stopped in Karachi. The city was too dangerous. She got off when she reached New Delhi, and spent two days. She went to Agra and visited the Taj Mahal. Such grandeur in the midst of grinding poverty distressed her. A Rajah built the Taj for his lady love, but still.. . .
On the way to Bangkok, she checked the manifest and saw that the passenger in seat 5A in first class was a travel agent. She remembered looking at him twice when she took a tour of the plane shortly after takeoff.
She sat down next to him and said, "Hello, David Howe. I'm Sheila Carpenter. The manifest says you're a travel agent. May I pick your brain?"
"If you'll put it back when you're finished with it," he replied.
"Where do you live?"
"Bangkok. I moved there about five years ago."
She explained to him what she was doing, and why. "I thought maybe you could give me a few pointers. We won't be competing with each other."
"As a matter-of-fact, we might be able to help each other. I can arrange tours for your clients who come to Bangkok, and you can take care of my clients who come to Denver."
They spent the rest of the trip to Bangkok talking about the travel business. When their arrival was announced, David suggested they continue their conversation over dinner.
"Only if you'll take me some place foreigners seldom visit," Sheila replied.
"I know just the place," David said. "Are you staying at the same hotel as the rest of your crew?"
"Yes. What time should I be ready."
"Oh, we don't want to start too early. About eight will be fine."
Sheila opened the door to her room and David's eyes widened.
"You look ravishing," he said. "I'll have to beat the men off with a big stick."
"Flattery will get you everything you want," she quipped. She contemplated fucking him, and her pussy tingled. "Even if it is false."
"Nothing false about it, lady. You're beautiful. Thai men love western women. Especially those who have five miles of gorgeous leg. That dress will make lots of eyes pop."
The top of her dress was two bands of soft material barely wide enough to cover about half of her full breasts. Alabaster tit flesh showed every time she moved. The short skirt flared into a fullness that accentuated her long, lovely legs.
"Does it show too much?" Her nipples felt as big as acorns. "It's too hot and humid to wear a bra and hose."
"It would be a shame to cover that gorgeous body with more than enough to stay out of jail."
"Are you going to take me slumming?"
"Not exactly. Tourists seldom see the places we're going, but they aren't slums."
"Then I'm ready, willing and able. I like to do things that scare other people."
He escorted her to a large car and helped her into the back seat.
"This is real class, David-a limo and chauffeur. I'm impressed. I hope you didn't go to all this trouble just for me."
"The traffic in this city scares the hell out of me. I don't drive unless it's an emergency."
They went to a couple of high-class strip clubs where they were the only foreigners for drinks, then to a restaurant.
"This isn't like the restaurants at home," he said.
"Good. As long as I don't get roped into doing anything against my will, I'm game."
They entered a room with a large plate glass window on one side. A man wearing a tuxedo stood silently nearby. Women sat in rows of chairs facing the window. Each woman wore a white smock and a metal badge with a number on it.
"What's this?" she said.
"What type woman do you like?"
"Never thought about it. I've never gone one-on-one with a woman. It's always happened in a threesome."
David chuckled. "That's good to know, but it isn't what I meant. Choose one. You'll see why later."
"Odd," she mused.
All the women were Oriental, which was to be expected. All had dark eyes and long black hair. The similarities ended there. They varied in shape, size, color of skin, age and facial features. Some were light-skinned, some dark, some plain and ugly, and some beautiful. A pretty young woman with medium-dark skin struck her eye.
"How about Number 2?"
David nodded. "Good choice." He turned and spoke to the man in Thai. "Now, we go to our dining room," he told Sheila.
"Is the girl coming with us?"
"Girls," David replied. "I chose one, too. Number 5."
"The real dark one? I thought about her. Why did we choose them?"
"They serve us," he replied cryptically.
"They're our waitresses?"
"Yes, in a manner of speaking."
They were escorted up two flights of stairs to a private room. The man opened the door and bowed. Sheila stepped up one step into the room. The girls were waiting for them. They moved forward together. They bowed with their hands clasped palm to palm and their fingers extended. They said something in Thai, then knelt in front of Sheila and David and removed their shoes.
A deep pile carpet covered the floor. The table in the center of the room sat in a well with the top level with the floor. The girls took Sheila's hands and helped her sit on a bench covered with the same plush carpet that covered the floor. It seemed an unusual way to sit, but comfortable.
"Neat," she remarked. "This is all a big mystery to me. Is every restaurant in Bangkok like this?"
"No, most are ordinary restaurants. These places are a distinctive drawing card for tourists who want something a little different."
"So, if I open a travel agency, I can count on you to give my clients this same treatment?"
"That's the idea. I have several young men and women working for me who escort tourists. Depending on their tastes."
The two girls joined them, wearing only tiny, sheer bikini panties. Number 2 sat on Sheila's right and number 5 sat on David's left. Sitting next to a nearly nude girl titillated Sheila. She must find a way to repay her darling husband for making this wonderful adventure possible.
"So, great white guide, what now?" she said, eyeballing both sets of pert, pear-shaped brown tits.
"Dinner will arrive in a minute," he replied, grinning at Sheila's reaction to the girls.
"Okay, you're the one who knows what's going on."
The door opened and two young men pushed trays laden with dishes and bowls of food across the floor without entering. Number 5 dragged the trays closer and transferred the food to the table. The girls chattered softly to each other as they started feeding Sheila and David.
"Well, I'll be damned!" Sheila muttered between bites. "I never expected to be spoon-fed like a baby! What is this stuff, anyway?"
"Do you like it?" he countered.
"Yeah, it's pretty good."
"Then don't ask. Just eat. By the way, have you ever had sake?"
"No. Don't even know what it is. Sounds like something licentious." She grinned impishly. "In which case, I'll probably like it."
"It's Japanese rice wine. It's is always served warm. It tastes terrible cold. It's as smooth as silk, and as powerful as TNT. That's what you're drinking now. Enjoy it, but take it easy."
Sheila failed to heed his advice. Number 2 held the cup to her lips often. Just as often, she emptied the small cup instead of taking small sips.
The meal lasted over an hour. Periodically, more laden trays were pushed through the door. No one else entered the room. The two girls chattered to each other and giggled constantly. Number 2 seemed to make a special effort to rub her bare body, especially her saucy tits, all over Sheila. She also spent a lot of time ogling the redhead's chest. Sheila noticed, but didn't say anything.
When the meal was finished, the girls stacked the dishes on the trays and put them outside the door. They returned to the table and served hot tea, chattering and giggling.
"What are they talking about?" Sheila asked. "And why do they keep giggling?"
"They giggle because they're nervous and a little embarrassed. Western women rarely come here. Neither do Thai wives, for that matter. You fascinate them."
"Oh? What do they find so fascinating about me?"
"Your hair.. .your large, firm breasts.. .your body. Hell, lady, every wonderful, beautiful part of you!"
"Sounds like they aren't the only ones," she said with a soft chuckle.
Number 5 giggled and directed a rapid question at David.
"They want to know if they can touch your hair and skin," he said.
It was Sheila's turn to giggle. The sake had just about destroyed her inhibitions. The erotic atmosphere created by the two nearly naked girls finished the job. "Hell, why not? This foxy little nymph has been rubbing her cute tits all over me since we got here anyway."
David nodded to the girls. Number 5 climbed over him and sat between him and Sheila. Both girls ran their hands over and through Sheila's silken hair and over the parts of her body not covered by her dress. Several times, small brown hands came very close to her breasts.
She sat very still, her eyes shifting from the four soft brown hands to the rapt faces of the two girls, to David's face. Her outer calm was not duplicated by what was happening inside her. Strong quivers tingled every nerve ending-from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She was glad she had worn panties. Something had to catch the river of juice pouring from her pussy, or she would have left a large wet spot under her ass.
David watched the girls with envious eyes. He would have given anything to change places with either of them. He breathed deeply and tried to control the fire raging in his groin and brain. His cock strained the front of his pants, struggling to get out.
Number 2 directed a question at David, this time without a hint of a giggle.
"They want to know if they can look at your breasts."
Sheila laughed softly. She was aroused just enough, and just drunk enough on sake, to see nothing wrong with letting the girls feast their greedy little brown eyes on her bare tits. This was turning out to be quite a dinner! She looked at her chest, at the door, then at David.
"It's locked," he said softly. "You might as well. Most of them are showing anyway." His mouth was so dry, he could barely talk. He did manage a smile. One that was almost a leer.
Sheila smiled dreamily and nodded her head slowly.
David didn't have to translate. Each girl grasped one strap of Sheila's dress. Slowly, almost reverently, they pulled the narrow bands off her shoulders. The upper slopes of her large, swollen mounds came into view. They pulled the top lower, and her nipples appeared. The buds were very hard, so hard they almost hurt, and stood way out from the milky white globes.
David smiled weakly. He put his hand in his lap and rubbed his pulsating prick through his pants. He shifted his ass nervously. His eyes burned. His tongue moved slowly over his dry lips.
The girls pushed the top of Sheila's dress down to her waist. They oohed and aahed and twittered and giggled. They stared raptly at her tits and licked their lips in unison, as though they could already taste the tender buds.
Sheila took a deep breath and pushed her chest out. Her large tits stood out firmly in their naked glory. She displayed them more for David than the girls. She knew he was going to fuck her later. He didn't have a choice! She shuddered and swallowed hard. Her eyes locked with David's burning gaze.
"Well, what do you think?" she said softly.
He licked his lips. "Breathtaking isn't adequate to describe them," he croaked, unable to tear his eyes from the gorgeous mounds of mammary flesh.
"Thank you," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "I'm glad you like them. The girls seem to think they're okay, too."
"Okay falls far short of describing them. Your nipples are so finely textured, so perfect. If you really don't understand why the girls think they're so fantastic, just compare theirs to yours."
She did. When she looked at their tits, they seemed to take it as a signal they could act freely.
Number 2 got on her knees and rubbed her nipples against one of Sheila's tits. Number 5 got on her knees and rubbed her nipples against Sheila's other tit.
"Oh, David, I'm as hot as a five-alarm fire," Sheila whispered. "Are we going to leave soon? I want you to fuck me."
His grin broadened. Her carnal desire, stated so blatantly, thrilled him. "Not yet, dear. Hang on and let the desire build. It will be worth it. Why don't you take your dress off? Let the girls see your whole fantastic body."
"The girls and David," she said softly. She pushed her ass up and sat on the floor.
The girls understood. They slid her dress over her full hips and down her long, shapely legs. She stood with her feet on the seat. She towered over the girls as they knelt by her. They were as mesmerized as David by her statuesque, voluptuous body. She wore only a pair of the skimpiest panties-two pieces of filmy material supported by an elastic waistband. Her luxuriant reddish gold bush filled the front wedge. A large wet spot was clearly visible.
Four soft brown hands set upon her abundant charms. They caressed her long, shapely legs and ran their fingers through the reddish gold forest between her thighs, oohing and aahing over the soft fur. Number 2 got on her knees and planted a lingering kiss on Sheila's slit. Again, Number 5 copied her.
Sheila sighed and shivered, and her knees shook. The girls helped her sit down again. Their soft hands roamed all over her body, touching, exploring, worshipping it with tender caresses. Sheila moaned with pleasure. Her emotions were building to a fevered pitch and higher, threatening to explode between her legs. When a mouth closed over each of her thick nipples, a hard tremor shot through her body. Her pussy tingled and flowed harder.
"My nipples are so sensitive," she whispered. "I'm so hot, I'm about to explode. I need to cum so badly."
"Wait," David said.
He stretched up and pushed a bell button on the wall. A small door in the back of the room opened and two more girls, wearing white smocks, came in. Both were very pretty and exuded sexuality.
Sheila looked at David and lifted one eyebrow. He grinned and slid closer to her so he had a better view of the new arrivals, and of her. She put a hand behind the heads of the girls suckling on her tits and watched the new arrivals, waiting with bated breath to see what they were going to do.
The girls faced the table, bowed and took off their smocks. Dark brown, erect nipples topped their larger than average, hard jutting tits. They faced each other and moved together. They wiggled their upper bodies, rubbing nipples against nipples.
David rested his arm on the carpeted floor with his hand near Sheila's shoulder. "Aren't they sexy?" he said.
"Absolutely! Are they going to eat each other?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Hmmm, that sounds interesting. I've never watched girls do each other. These two hanging onto my tits are something else, too. Here girls, turn those loose before you make me cream in my panties. They're already wet enough." She pulled the girls away from her nipples, put her arms around them, and snuggled them close.
The girls shifted their attention to another part of her anatomy. Two little hands slipped under the edge of her panties and started exploring her hairy crotch. She gasped when ten tender fingers touched the blood-gorged lips of her pussy.
"My panties don't amount to much, but they sure do get in the way," she muttered. She lifted her ass and wiggled it.
The girls immediately took the hint. Her panties were around her ankles in a flash. She lowered her ass, kicked her panties under the table, and spread her legs wide. The tender little clever fingers immediately went at her wide open twat.
"Mmmmmm," she muttered softly.
The size of her pussy lips awed them. Her thick red bush thrilled them. Her long slit excited them. Four soft brown hands felt every inch of her garden of paradise. They ran their fingers through the soft curls, caressed the lips, and pulled them apart to gaze at the pink interior. When they discovered her large clit, they nearly went wild. One girl squeezed the hood between her fingers, making it stand way out. The other girl ran the tip of her finger over it until it rose all the way out of its hiding place.
Sheila's ass wiggled rapidly and her body vibrated. "Oh, David, just look at what they're doing to me!" she whispered harshly.
"I'm looking, I'm looking," he said, his voice laden with lust.
The girls slid a finger into Sheila's hole together. Her eyes glazed over and her body spasmed like a plucked banjo string.
"Dear, God!" she whispered hotly. "They're going to drive me right out of my fucking mind!"
"Me, too!" David said, just as hotly.
Sheila blinked her eyes and looked at the showgirls. They were kissing and fingering each other's pussies. One girl sank to the floor and spread her brown thighs wide. The other girl got over her, head to foot.
"Now, they're going to do it!" David whispered excitedly.
Sheila stretched one arm across the body of the girl on her left and put her hand in David's lap, on the lump of hard cock straining to get out.
"Why are you still dressed? I'm sitting here buck naked with two charming young women playing with my pussy, and you still have your clothes on. I want to see your cock!"
David stripped quickly. He picked up the girl between him and Sheila and put her on the opposite side of him. He slid over next to Sheila so their hips touched. Sheila looked at his erect cock. The thick red head glistened with a coating of pre-cum. She didn't touch it. Not yet. She wanted to save that until he was ready to stick it in her and fuck her brains out.
"Oh, my, what a magnificent cock," she said softly. "Are you going to give it to me later?"
"All you can take, lady."
She smiled, a wicked, seductive smile. "Maybe I can take a lot more than you think," she teased.
"God, how lucky can one man get?"
She watched his girl wrap both hands around his cock, then looked at the showgirls. They were writhing on the floor, busily eating each other out. She knew they weren't faking it. Erotic thrills raced from her cunt, spreading rapidly over her body. She reached over and toyed with her girl's nipples.
"God, David, I've got to cum!" she whispered hoarsely. "Tell this adorable little thing playing with my pussy to get me off!"
David spoke to the girl rapidly. She went to her knees between Sheila's splayed thighs. Sheila expected a finger. A tongue was so much better. She scooted her ass forward and opened her thighs wider. Her hands flew to the back of the girl's head. She pulled it forward and watched intently as the girl put her mouth on her hairy snatch.
She looked at David. His girl was also on her knees between his legs, still stroking his prick with both hands. She put one hand behind the girl's head and pushed gently.
"Go down on him, darling. Fuck your enticing little mouth with that big thing."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Without hesitation, the girl took as much of the big head as she could into her small mouth. Her hands continued to slide up and down his shaft as she sucked.
Sheila clung to her girl's head and looked at the showgirls. The air in the small room reeked with the aroma of women in heat. She took a deep breath and the scintillating scent aroused her even more.
The performers writhed on the floor just inches from her head. The sound of their wet tongues slurping in sloppy pussies battered her ears. From the way their bodies were writhing and twisting and bucking, she knew they were going to cum soon. The door in the back of the room opened again. Two young men sporting erect cocks entered and lay down behind the girls. The girls hit their peak, and the men penetrated them.
"Oh, fuck, this is exciting!" Sheila muttered. She looked at David and grinned. "Is she a good cocksucker, David?"
"Yeah," he moaned. "She's very good."
"Mine, too," she murmured, her voice strained with passion. "She's giving my clit pure hell. I'm about ready to explode."
"Yeah, me, too."
"Are you going to cum in her mouth."
"Yeah," he grunted. "Me, too."
She couldn't decide who to watch-David and his girl, or the two couples on the floor fucking and sucking each other into erotic oblivion. Her head swiveled from side to side as she tried to watch everything at once. The girl between her thighs was doing a fabulous job on her pussy.
"I need more eyes," she muttered.
As she was turning her head, her climax seized her. She forced herself to remain aware of her surroundings for another moment and looked at David.
He threw his head back and lifted his ass off the seat. His prick throbbed, swelled, then shot gobs of thick cum into the girl's mouth.
"Oh, David, you're cumming!" Sheila wailed. "I'm cumming! We're cumming together!" Her orgasm deepened and her voice became a steady keening wail.
She kept her eyes on David's dick and what the girl was doing to it. She clung tightly to the head between her legs, making sure the girl didn't stop licking her clit until she was completely satisfied.
David groaned loudly. His body heaved and jerked. His pumping prick poured hot cream into the girl's mouth. Sheila squealed. She hunched her cunt at the girl's face and filled her mouth with sweet cream. She pushed the girl away gently and grabbed her dress.
"Let's get out of here, David. I've got to have that lovely cock in me, fucking my brains out!"
"Haven't had a better offer in this life," he said as he dressed.
Sheila couldn't find her panties. She settled for her dress and shoes, which was all she needed anyway. David tossed a pile of money on the table, more than enough to pay for everything and leave a large tip for the everyone.
The two girls bowed to them. Number 2 rattled off a quick stream of words. David grinned and answered her.
"She said to tell you that they were honored to be of service to such a beautiful farang. They think you're a very sexy woman and ask that you come back again and ask for them."
"Tell them thank you, and tell me what the hell a farang is so I know if I've been insulted."
David spoke to the girls, then said to Sheila, "A farang is a foreigner. Complimentary. They have some real beauties they call round-eyes they don't like. You definitely weren't being insulted."
Sheila bowed to the girls and gave them a big smile. In the car, she settled back into the plush seat and let out a deep sigh.
"That was one hell of a unique way to have dinner! Talk about surprises!"
"Did you like it?"
"As if you couldn't tell! The food was good, too. Tell your driver to go as fast as he can."
The driver heard her, and started driving even more recklessly.
"You were a real treat for those girls. Most of their customers are men. They'll be talking about you for months."
"Everything was a big surprise for me. too. It's fun, though." She put her hand in his lap and searched for his cock. "And, speaking of fun, I hope that girl didn't spoil your ability to continue the fun when we get to the hotel."
"Not hardly," he assured her.
When they reached the hotel, she trotted through the lobby to the elevators. She nearly ate David alive as the car ascended to her floor. She was out of her dress seconds after she reached her room.
David kicked the door shut and pushed her against the wall. With a grunt of impatience, he kissed her and thrust his tongue down her throat. She yanked his zipper down and dipped her hand inside his pants to play with his cock. His hand slid down her belly. She opened her legs and his hand went between her shapely thighs. He caressed the lips of her wet snatch, then drove two fingers into her hole and twisted them quickly, with a hard thrusting motion. She moaned with excitement and sucked on his tongue.
He plunged his fingers in and out of her seething depths. She pulled her mouth away from his. She snaked her tongue in his ear. She bit his shoulder in a frenetic fit of passion. She shuddered from head to toe and moaned deep in her throat.
"I'm cumming!" she yelled.
He kissed her again, thrusting his tongue rapidly in and out of her mouth in rhythm with his fingers jerking in and out of her hot cunt.
She clung to him, oscillating on his fingers as her climax ebbed. She put her head on his shoulder and sighed deeply. "God, I love to cum," she whispered. She squeezed his cock and grinned wantonly. "Your tongue is nearly as long as your cock. I want both of them in my mouth and my pussy."
He grinned. "You do, huh? You are incredible."
"Uh huh, and with the right man, I'm also wanton and lewd and lascivious and randy. And one hell of a fuck! Speaking of which, if you don't fuck me, I'm going to die!"
"Well, I can't let that happen, can I?"
He put his hands under her foxy bare ass and lifted. She hung onto his shoulders with both hands and wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her in place with one hand and pulled his cock out of his pants. The head grazed the lips of her pussy.
She wiggled her ass and cried, "Oh, please, put it in me!" she moaned. "Fuck me!" She wiggled her pussy against the head of his prick, overwhelmed by the need to have his lusty tool inside her.
"God, you're a hot bitch," he muttered.
"I'll be a hot fucking bitch if you'll just cooperate," she moaned.
He fondled her splendid ass cheeks and grunted with the exertion of supporting most of her weight. "This isn't the most favorable position to fuck," he groaned. "You're more voluptuous than Thai women."
"Ever fucked them against the wall?" she giggled.
"Yeah, sometimes."
"God, I would love to watch you fuck another woman with your big cock." She trembled and hunched at him. "The head of your cock is stuck just inside the mouth of my cunt. Let my ass drop a little lower. Your cock is long, but not long enough to reach the ceiling." She giggled. "Much to my regret."
She loosened her legs and let her ass drop. She gasped through her open mouth as the meaty spear cleaved her cunt lips. Inch by delicious inch, his big dong bored into her juicy love tunnel. The muscles in her well-oiled hole spasmed and clutched at his hard male flesh.
"I've got all of it!" she cried euphorically. "Oh, fuck, darling, your cock feels wonderful!" The tip of his hefty joy stick hit bottom, and she crossed her ankles again.
He hunched at her, as if trying to get his entire being into her delightfully tight cunt. She snickered with glee. His rampant rod, the wall behind her, and her legs around him jammed her tightly in place. She lifted her chest and pushed her bare tits in his face.
"Suck my tits while you fuck my pussy," she said, her voice hoarse with passion. "Fuck me, baby. I'm almost there, baby. Fuck me good, make me cum and cum and cum until my mind goes blank."
He licked her exceptionally hard, exceedingly prominent nipples as he fucked his cock in and out of her enchanting cunt. Her first climax came roaring in like a whirlwind. His cock was suddenly trapped in a vise of meaty muscles. It was released, only to be trapped again. Again and again, her spastic sex channel embraced his cock.
"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" she wailed, as if she had to tell him. "Oh, yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me, oh, baby, fuck me!" she crooned. "Make me cum good, baby, make me cum good. I love to cum! Ooohhh, yes, I love to fuck and cum and your cock feels so good!"
He fucked her powerfully, with long, slow, rhythmic strokes. Her ass went into high gear as he plowed her glorious garden of sensual delights thoroughly. Her dynamic cunt muscles clenched and relaxed on his cock, tightening as it went in and loosening as he drew back for another lick. His mouth worked steadily at her tits, licking and sucking and nibbling her bloated nipples in a regular, alternating rhythm.
She had two hearty orgasms and soared to a high plateau of pleasure. She hung there, eagerly awaiting the next climax, which she knew would take her breath away.
"Get my cunt, baby, get it good," she whispered. "God, your cock feels so good. Now, baby, now! I'm going to fly to the moon! Give me your cum, baby! Empty your beautiful cock in me!" She didn't lose her breath, but she did lose her voice. She bit him on the shoulder, then began to babble.
Torrents of hot jism spurted from his tortured cock and flooded her depths in gushes. His cock stuffed her cunt so full there wasn't room for the whopping yield of his balls. He continued to thrust into her, forcing most of the sticky fluid out around his rigid shaft. Squelchy, slurpy sounds accompanied each lunge.
His climax provoked another response in her, a massive one this time. She came so hard that she was aware only of the nerve-jangling jolts of sublime rapture blasting through her.
His massive orgasm weakened his legs. His knees buckled. He sank to the floor, carrying her with him. His ass hit the thick carpet with a soft thud. He held her on his lap, his legs folded under her ass, her legs around his waist, and his cock still buried deep in her sultry, drenched love tunnel.
"God, what a fantastic fuck!" she whispered.
"You're the fantastic one," he replied.
She flexed her cunt muscles. "Your cock is still hard. Want to go another round?"
"Is this a preliminary, or the main event?"
"Main event, baby!" she said joyfully. "Last one able to stand up takes the prize."
"Let's go to bed. This floor will ruin my knees."
She got up and held out her hand to help him. "What about my back and ass?" she teased.
"Your ass has a lot more padding than my knees!"
His prick stuck out of his pants, sleek and wet with the erotic juice from her pussy. She put his hands on her tits, leaned over and licked his dick clean. She smacked her lips and kissed him.
"Now, let's go to bed and do it again," she said. "And again and again. I feel like I could fuck forever."
"You might have to do it by yourself after a while," he said.
"You just want to watch me jack off," she laughed.
"The idea has a certain erotic appeal."
Sheila walked onto the balcony and stretched like a contented pussy cat. Her thin robe fell open, and David ogled her magnificent body.
"I feel like a million dollars this morning," she said.
He got up and held a chair for her. "That sounds about right," he replied. "If I had a million dollars, I would gladly give it for a night like last night with you."
"Well, now I know what you think I'm worth," she laughed.
"No, I said I would give a million dollars if I had it. You're worth a lot more." He answered a knock at the door and followed a young Thai woman as she wheeled a cart onto the balcony. "Breakfast is served," he said. "This is Nancy."
"Hello, Nancy," Sheila said. The girl nodded without replying, and Sheila assumed she didn't speak English. "Nancy is an unusual name for a Thai, isn't it?" she asked David.
"Her Thai name sounds like Nancy," he replied. "Most of the guests in this hotel are American or European. Nancy is easier for them to pronounce."
Sheila watched the graceful movements of the girl's sexy body as she arranged the dishes on the table. "Every woman I've met here moves so gracefully," she mused.
Nancy spoke to David in Thai. He nodded and said to Sheila, "She says you're very pretty."
Sheila left her robe open so Nancy could look all she wished. "I suppose you want her to join us."
"She probably wouldn't. The risk that she would lose her job is too great."
Nancy spoke again, and David grinned. "She said she'll jack off for you. If it won't offend you."
"She's not worried about offending you, huh?" Sheila laughed. "Well, that ought to be interesting."
"I will make it very interesting," Nancy said in perfect English.
Sheila arched one eyebrow and chuckled. "I think I've been set up again."
"I talked to her at the door," David said.
Nancy pulled a chair back from the table and turned it to face Sheila. She hiked her skirt up, sat down and opened her legs. She put her right hand between her slender thighs and fondled her pussy.
Sheila gazed between the young woman's legs. Her pussy was well-padded, but not very fury. The outer lips blended into her mound. The inner lips were not yet visible. She felt her own cunt tingle and moisten.
Nancy smiled. "Would you like to join me, or just watch?"
Sheila wanted to do both. The moment David said she would jack off for them, she knew she would have to get off before she could even eat breakfast. "Which do you prefer?" she said softly.
"I like both. I like it most when I can watch someone else do it with me. You have such a lovely body."
"Join her," David said softly.
Nancy curled her mound up and spread the thin lips of her cunt. Sheila stared at her moist pink slit and erect clitoris. The allure of the young woman's pussy made her shiver. She pushed her chair back from the table and turned it to face Nancy.
Nancy put her feet on Sheila's chair, one foot on the outside of each of the redhead's thighs.
"Put your feet up and open your legs so I can see your pussy," Nancy said urgently.
Sheila put her feet outside Nancy's thighs and let her knees fall apart. Her lewd posture didn't embarrass her in the least.
Nancy's dark brown eyes sparkled as she eyed Sheila's crotch. "Your pussy is so pretty. It has so much beautiful red hair. I like the way the thick inner lips peek out."
Sheila felt a strong surge of lascivious arousal pulse through her body. The compliment pleased her. "Thank you," she said. Nancy's lewd, uninhibited example was acting on her, creating a firestorm of lustful eagerness between her thighs. She put a finger on each side her clit, and a shock wave of erotic pleasure tore through her. "Mmmmm," she mumbled. Her flesh was amazingly sensitive, far more than she imagined possible. She wanted desperately to watch Nancy masturbate and to give the pretty brunette an equally exciting demonstration. She looked at David and smiled dreamily. "This is so kinky," she whispered.
He got up and dragged his chair around so he could see between both women's legs. Watching them play with their pussies was enchanting, in a lascivious way. Sort of debased. Very erotic.
Nancy spread her thighs further apart so Sheila and David could see her wet crevice. She pushed her middle finger into her honey hole. She captured her clit between two fingers of her left hand. Stimulating tingles spread through her pelvis.
Sheila stroked her hole with two fingers of her left hand and strummed her clit with two fingers of her right hand. "Go ahead and make it," she said huskily.
Moaning aloud with lusty desire, Nancy attacked her pretty little pussy. Sheila pushed her cunt higher and wiggled her fingers energetically on her clit. Her lovely legs trembled visibly, and she felt the first delectable contractions of her climax.
Nancy imitated Sheila's impetuous finger banging. She kept her eyes locked on the redhead's pussy, adding visual stimulation to her manual manipulations.
Sheila let out a wailing moan as her body convulsed. She masturbated her cunt with both hands. Nancy came scant seconds later. Her chair bounced from her hard bucking. Her cries of joy soon joined Sheila's. They came down slowly, looking at each other smiling dreamily.
"That was nice," Nancy said. "Thank you for doing it with me. I can come to you later tonight, if you wish. I must be very careful so I am not seen."
Sheila looked at David and lifted one eyebrow. Nancy caught the look and said quickly, "I do not do it with men."
"That's all right, honey," Sheila said. "I can take care of him. You and I can play while he rests. Is that okay?"
"Yes," Nancy replied. "I will help him do you."
"Sounds good to me," David said. "Now, lady, let's do some shopping and sightseeing. I have a thousand places to show you."
"You'd better let me eat breakfast first," Sheila said. "I need strength to keep up with you."
David shook his head and laughed. "You need strength to keep up with me? How about me?"
"Darling, when that thing goes flat, you just put it in my mouth and I'll blow it right back up!" Sheila cackled.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
There weren't many passengers on the flight from Bangkok to Manila, and Sheila didn't have much to do. The plane filled up at Manila, and she worked her ass off on the way to Honolulu. They arrived late in the day, and most of the passengers deplaned. Only a few came aboard for the flight to San Francisco.
Sheila noticed one beautiful young woman who looked as if she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders when she came aboard. When the plane reached cruising altitude, she went forward and sat by her.
"Hello. My name is Sheila Carpenter."
"Hello, Sheila. I'm Tami Baker."
"I saw on the manifest that you're going on through to Denver. Do you live there?"
"Yes, I grew up in Thornton."
"I'm a transplant," Sheila said. "I was born and raised in Wisconsin. I moved to Denver several years ago. My husband and I are going to make our home there."
"Is he on the plane with you?"
"No. He's a senior pilot of this airline. Right now, he flies the Rio route. He's going to transfer to the Denver to Tokyo route next week. The company won't let us fly together, so I'm retiring. This is my last flight. I sent a message to Glen through the company net, and he's going to meet me in San Francisco. Sort of a second honeymoon." Sheila chuckled. "Even though we've been married only three months, and took a honeymoon to the Caribbean."
"You're lucky," Tami said. "Spud and I have been married three years, and we still haven't had a honeymoon. His company called him away from our wedding reception to solve some crisis in Kuwait. We planned this trip to Honolulu for a whole year, and his boss agreed to leave us alone. We got here day before yesterday. Last night, he got called to Singapore to solve another crisis. Every time we plan anything, he gets called away to solve a crisis."
"So, you still haven't had a honeymoon," Sheila said sympathetically.
"I still haven't had a honeymoon," Tami lamented. "Hell, I haven't even had one night of uninterrupted sex since we married. It's always something."
"Well, Glen asked me to think about a threesome with another woman while I was gone. Maybe you ought to stop off in San Francisco and spend a few days with us. The airline doesn't dare call him when he's off. They don't have crises to solve anyway."
Tami's heart fluttered. She let the comment slide for the time being. "Where have you been?"
Sheila recounted how she came to take a trip around the world, and all the wonderful, wacky experiences she'd had.
"Oh, girl, you don't know how envious that story makes me!" Tami said. "I would give almost anything to have been in your place, or along with you. That dinner in Bangkok sounds like one of my wildest dreams come true." She paused and looked at Sheila. "Were you kidding when you said that I ought to spend some time in San Francisco with you and Glen?"
"Well, I thought I was just trying to cheer you up," Sheila replied. "Considering your reaction to the dinner in Bangkok, I'll rephrase it. Would you like to spend a few days with Glen and me in San Francisco?"
Tami beamed like a floodlight. "I would love to," she said, chuckling with exhilaration.
"We'll go directly to the hotel when we arrive. David made reservations for me before I left Bangkok so I could tell Glen where to meet me."
Glen hurried through the sitting room of the suite and breezed into the bedroom. He saw a woman standing by the bed wearing only a garter belt, sheer hose and white pumps. He stopped so fast that he nearly fell out of his shoes.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" he said quickly. "The desk must have given me the wrong key."
"Glen?" Sheila called from the bathroom. She rushed into the bedroom, naked, and flew into his arms. She threw her arms around him and gave him a big smooch. "Hello, darling. I missed you."
"I missed you, too, baby. It's good to have you back." He looked over her shoulder at the other woman and raised one eyebrow.
Tami stood with her legs slightly apart, one foot in front of the other, and her hand on her hip. She was in her late twenties, barely five feet tall, with a trim waist and flaring hips. Her large tits jutted proudly from her chest without a hint of sag. Her erect nipples pointed slightly upward. Soft blonde curls surrounded her heart-shaped face. Her bush was slightly darker, and like many blondes, fairly sparse. She had a shapely, smoothly rounded bottom. She turned slowly so he could get a good look at her. She faced him again, grinned and winked. He noticed the rock on her left hand and his eyebrow went higher.
Sheila remembered Tami and backed away from Glen. "Darling, this is my new friend, Tami. She lives in Denver too. She's going to spend a few days with us before she goes home."
Tami made her move before Glen could object. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Hello, Glen. Don't worry. I won't be a wet blanket. If you can think of it, I have probably done it. If I haven't, I'm willing to try it." She chuckled sexily. "At least once, anyway. If I like it, I'll keep on doing it."
"Well, with an opening like that, I can't say no, can I?"
"I hope not," Tami replied. "A few days with you and your sexy wife is just what I need."
The way her husband was openly studying Tami excited Sheila. "Darling, Tami and I have had our shower. Do you want to take one before we go to dinner?"
He dragged his eyes away from Tami and looked at his wife. "I took a shower at the airport when I changed out of my uniform," he said. "Don't you suppose that a imagine hotel like this will have pretty good room service?"
Tami chuckled sexily, deep in her throat. She hefted her exquisite tits and pointed them at Glen. Very slowly, she ran her thumbs over her nipples, bringing them to full erection. "Well, I suppose we'll eventually want some food. I fuck better on a nearly empty stomach anyway."
"Pinch me, I'm dreaming," Glen muttered.
Sheila pinched his cheeks and kissed him. "Undress, darling. I want Tami to see your gorgeous cock. You can have her first. I'll watch and play with my pussy."
She stepped back and watched her husband undress. His cock was already hard, sticking straight out from his groin. She slid her palm under his balls and held them up so Tami could see them.
"Magnificent," Tami said softly. "I haven't had one that big since before I married." She looked down at her tits and rubbed her nipples harder. "You have never fucked me, so I gave myself permission to take the lead. You don't mind, do you?"
"Fuck no!" he exclaimed.
Sheila sat on the side of the bed and pulled Glen down by her. She wrapped her fist around his prick and stroked it slowly.
"Isn't fuck a nice word?" Tami mused softly. "Doesn't it bring all kinds of lascivious thoughts to mind?" She suddenly slid her hands forward and her heavy tits jiggled enticingly. "I hope you'll let me blow you, Glen. I'm really quite good. I enjoy sucking cock and getting a mouthful of cum."
She straddled his legs and put her hands on his shoulders. He caressed her belly and the inside of her right thigh tenderly.
"Your skin is so warm and silky," he said softly.
"You really are a very sexy guy, Glen. Touch my pussy. Play with it."
He covered her mound with his hand and stuck two fingers in her juicy slit. "You're so hot in there," he whispered.
"Don't beat around the bush," she chided, chuckling at her pun. "Be graphic."
"Your pussy is so hot and wet," he said.
She held his wrist so his fingers wouldn't slip out of her pussy and sat down on his lap, facing Sheila. She spread her legs wide, leaned over and kissed Sheila on the lips. "Thank you for inviting me to fuck your husband, darling. We're all going to have so much fun."
Sheila grinned and tweaked Tami's nipple. "I never realized that watching my husband with another woman would be so exciting."
Tami put her left arm around Glen's neck and pushed her tit against his face. "Finger-fuck me, darling," she whispered.
Sheila leaned over and bit the lobe of Glen's ear. "Get her off, darling. I want to watch her cum."
Glen started thrusting his fingers in and out of Tami's tight little slick love channel. She pushed his head back and mashed her lips against his. Her tongue flashed into his mouth and mimicked the action of his fingers in her cunt. She sighed into his mouth and squirmed her ass. She went off immediately, with a lot of wiggling and moaning.
Sheila pulled Tami with her as she fell onto her back. She tossed the blonde in the middle of the bed and rolled on top of her. She kissed Tami lightly on the lips. "Glen won't mind waiting a while," she said huskily.
She fell on the blonde with obvious lust. Their kiss was deep and filled with hunger. The kiss took her breath away. She loved the way Tami's tongue felt in her mouth. She broke the kiss, held the blonde's cheeks tenderly and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. She chuckled happily and kissed Tami again.
"My husband didn't say so, but I know he asked for a threesome with another woman because he wants to watch me eat pussy," she said softly.
"Is he going to get his wish?" Tami said flirtatiously.
"Open your legs, darling, and you'll see," Sheila huskily.
Tami scooted back and propped herself up on the pillows so she could watch. She pulled her feet up to her ass, dug the heels of her sandals in the bed and let her knees fall slowly apart.
Sheila got on her knees between Tami's legs and looked at her pussy. The lips already gaped slightly. Her essence glistened in the sparse blonde hair. She peeled the slit wide open and tickled it with the tip of her tongue. She looked at her husband and grinned.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" she said softly.
"Yes," he said firmly.
"I thought so. Sit by Tami, where she can reach your cock. Face me so you can see what I'm doing."
Tami took one of Glen's hand and put it on her tit. "Play with me," she said softly. She grasped his cock in her dainty fist and stroked it slowly.
Slowly, tenderly, Sheila explored Tami's erotic garden with both hands, her eyes and occasionally the tip of her tongue. Goose bumps covered her shivery body. Carnal heat inflamed her. Her provocative behavior, her husband's lecherous admiration, excited her.
"Do you like to look at my pussy?" Tami said. Her quivering voice betrayed her fervent emotion. "Does it please you?"
"Very much, darling. It's beautiful. Does it bother you for me to look at it?"
"God, no!" Tami exclaimed. "It makes me so horny I can hardly stand it."
Sheila stretched out on her stomach. She licked Tami's sultry slit with a broad tongue, going from bottom to top several times. She pulled the inner lips into her mouth and sucked then gently. She fucked the blonde with his tongue. She sucked her hole impetuously and drank her delectable juice.
Tami's body became a quaking mass of raw nerves. The deep moans that began when Sheila started licking her became boisterous and more impassioned. She writhed restlessly. Sheila's tongue started doing a jitterbug on her clit, and her moans became wails. She climaxed within seconds. Her screams reverberated off the walls as she came again.
Her orgasms came one after the other, so close together they seemed like one. She locked her legs together behind Sheila's head and bucked like a wild bronco.
Sheila mauled her clit affectionately. The effect she had on the blonde awed her. The more Tami screamed and bucked, the more she wanted to please her.
Tami's voice became hoarse. Her screams ebbed. She loosened her leg-lock on Sheila's head. She tangled her fingers in the redhead's hair and pushed her mouth away from her pussy.
"Dear God, darling, no more!" she begged, her voice raspy. "You're going to kill me. Let me come down."
Sheila pushed Tami's legs back, tilting her cunt up. Slowly and tenderly, she licked away her saliva and Tami's juice. Her cunt had drooled so heavily that a sticky line of elixir had cascaded between the cheeks of her ass. Sheila's tongue snaked down and gathered up the river of sap. She rose to her knees, leaned over and kissed the blonde. Tami caressed her cheeks with both hands and licked her mouth and chin.
"The way you ate my pussy was fantastic," Tami said. "Your tongue felt like an electric wire.
I felt the current flow from the end right into my cunt. God, I love the way you made me cum!"
"I'm glad," Sheila said. "I'll get better with practice. You are going to stick around to find out, aren't you?"
"I'll end up in the nut house!" Tami laughed. "You drive me half-crazy now. If it wasn't experience, it must have been innate talent."
Sheila looked at her husband's rigid prick. "Your turn now, darling," she said. "Put that big thing to good use. Fuck her until her teeth rattle. She needs it."
Glen scrambled between Tami's legs. His solid cock stood straight out from his groin, bouncing up and down as he moved. Her eyes reflected her admiration of his tool and her compelling desire to have it in her. He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders. He shuffled forward until the tip of his cock touched her cunt lips.
Sheila grabbed his cock with both hands. "Let me help you fuck her, darling," she whispered hotly. "God, this is exciting! I'm so fucking hot, I'm ready to explode!"
"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.
"Oh, fuck yes, darling!" she giggled. "If I can't wait, I've got ten educated fingers!" She ran the head of her husband's dick up and down Tami's steamy slit several times. The hard pulsing in the organ warned her not to dally. She put the knob in the blonde's hot hole and cooed, "Fuck her, darling. Her poor little pussy is so hungry for your lovely cock. Feed her, darling. She wants to drink your delicious juice."
Glen eased his painfully hard cock into Tami. He had to grit his teeth in his effort to keep a tight rein on his impulse to cum. "I don't know if.. . . "
"Don't worry, darling," Tami reassured him. "I've already cum so well on your wife's terrific tongue. Just put that gorgeous hunk of meat in there and fuck me!"
She rotated her ass with sensuous, languorous movements that encouraged him to skewer her with his lusty lance. His groin bumped into hers, and she twisted her hips faster, corkscrewing, signaling him to cum.
He slammed forward, shoving his prick to the bottom of her cunt. He grunted hoarsely and dug his fingers into her legs as his cum gushed into her in a hot flood.
"Yes, darling! Oh, yes!" she crooned. "That's the way. Fill my hot cunt! Give me all of your cum!" She twisted her hips faster. "Just hold still and enjoy it, darling. Let me fuck you."
The flow of cum abated. He uttered a deep grunt of satisfaction and started fucking her with long, driving strokes. Tami looked up at Sheila and smiled dreamily.
"God, darling, your husband is a wonderful lover!" she exclaimed with delight. "He filled me with cum to get my cunt slick so he can pound the hell out of it."
Sheila flopped on her back by Tami, spread her legs, and started flogging her clit furiously. "He's the best lover I've ever had!" she said breathlessly.
"God, I believe it!" Tami replied. She looked up at Glen with sparkling eyes. "Get my cunt, darling! Fuck me good. Pound my ass into the bed. I love it. Love your cock. Love to fuck! Go, darling, go! Oh, yes, I love it. Going to cum, darling. Yes, darling, yes! Now, darling! Now!" Her face twisted. Her head whipped from side to side. She twisted and churned her hips round and round and fucked back at him.
Her writhing and twisting and bucking goaded him on. She clamped his prick in the velvet vise of her cunt muscles and delivered the knockout blow.
"God, darling, you're magnificent!" she bawled. "Absolutely fucking great! I'm still cumming, darling. Cum with me. Let me feel your hot cum spurting into me."
A gentleman always tries to give a lady what she asks for. He was a gentleman, and this beautiful, sexy lady had made a request. He obliged. He fucked her fiercely. He grunted and groaned and gave her another shot of jism.
She rode the crest of the tidal wave of passion with him, screaming and babbling rapturously.
They fucked themselves out and he stretched between his women. They cradled him in their arms and kissed him passionately.
"That was fabulous, darling," Tami whispered.
"Isn't he the greatest?" Sheila said. "I simply go wild every time he sticks his big cock in me."
"We have to do something for you," Tami said.
"I got off three times while he was fucking you, darling," Sheila replied. "I have never been so excited."
"Fingers aren't nearly as good as what you're going to get," Tami said. She got up and pulled Sheila around. "Lie with your legs hanging over the edge of the bed."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Sheila propped herself on her elbows. She wanted to see everything, to memorize the images of this experience so that she could enjoy them again later.
Tami sat down by Sheila, facing her, with their bare hips touching. Glen sat on the other side of Sheila and watched intently as Tami's fingers trailed expertly over his wife's naked skin. Delicately, she cupped the redhead's lovely tits.
Sheila felt her nipples harden as Tami stroked them. Tami kneaded the large mounds and twisted Sheila's nipples, sending bolts of tingling pleasure through her. She watched Tami's nipples harden along with her own.
"Go ahead," Tami said softly. "Play with my tits. Do the same thing I do to you."
Sheila looked at her husband as she reached out and caressed one of Tami's firm tits. She grinned when she saw his cock twitch and gain a little in size. A shiver of excitement passed over her. The naughtiness of what she was doing thrilled her. Especially with her husband there to see it all. She rolled Tami's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and felt them become even harder. She sat up and parted her lips.
Tami smiled and turned one shoulder to bring her nipple closer to Sheila's mouth. "Go ahead, darling, suck my tit," she whispered. "I like it."
A shock of excitement surged through Glen's groin as he watched his wife lightly lick the rosebud of Tami's tit. He watched his wife eat the blonde's pussy, but somehow, their love play now seemed more erotic.
Sheila felt juice gush into her hole and wet the lips of cunt as her tongue laved the blonde's tit. Tami's hand crawled slowly across the redhead's flat belly. She pressed her palm on Sheila's bush. The tips of her fingers teased the full lips, picked up droplets of moisture and spread them up Sheila's slit toward her prominent clitoris. She rubbed little circles around the pulsating button.
"Your clit is a lot bigger than mine," Tami said quietly. She looked at Glen. "You don't have any trouble finding it with your tongue, do you?"
He shook his head and grinned. "No. I think it stays hard all the time."
"Is this exciting you, darling?" Sheila said. She knew it was. She could see it in his cock.
"Yes, very much."
"Lean closer," Tami said. She slipped two fingers into his wife's hole and started fingerfucking her slowly. "How much does it excite you to watch another woman finger-fuck your wife?" she asked mischievously.
"You're both little imps," he said.
Sheila fell back on the bed and hunched on Tami's fingers. "I'm bigger than she is," she giggled.
"Not everywhere," Tami said quickly. "Your cunt is as tight as mine." She cupped one of Sheila's tits and held it up to him. "Here, darling, suck your wife's tit."
He latched onto Sheila's turgid tit bud and sucked. His mouth went from one nipple to the other, sucking them hungrily. Tami watched him with a pleased smile as she finger-fucked his wife.
"God, that feels wonderful," Sheila muttered. "Pure ecstasy."
"Keep sucking, darling," Tami said softly.
She slid off the bed and knelt between Sheila's legs. Glen was blocking her view, but Sheila felt the softness of the blonde's cheeks against her inner thighs. Tami's hot breath washed her sensitive flesh as she kissed the top of her legs. Deeply aroused, Sheila wiggled toward Tami's lips. She heard a groan of pleasure, and realized that it was coming from her.
Tami's tongue snaked over Sheila's cunt lips, darting between them for an instant to give her a preview of the excitement to come. She nibbled and licked the redhead with a gentleness and expertise found only in another woman with years of experience. Sheila felt her cunt flowering open to receive her lingual thrusts.
Tami's tongue lovingly penetrated Sheila and fucked her rhythmically. She withdrew her tongue, dragged it slowly up Sheila's slit and traced hot trails around her throbbing pleasure center. The redhead's clit popped out of its hood and jutted up like a tiny penis. She bathed the erect button in her hot, moist breath.
She licked with just the right amount of pressure, not too hard, not too soft. Sheila felt her excitement rising, too fast. She didn't want to cum too quickly and end the delicious pleasure.
"Lie on your back next to her," Tami whispered to Glen.
Glen stretched out by Sheila with his legs dangling over the side of the bed. His stalwart cock stood straight up from his loins, fully erect, throbbing with life.
"Lie on top of him, face-up, darling," Tami said to Sheila.
Sheila felt her husband's cock jab her in the ass as she slid over. She spread her legs and squirmed, and his dick poked up between her thighs. "I wish we had a mirror on the ceiling so I could watch," she giggled.
"We'll line our bedroom with the damn things," Glen murmured.
Sheila felt Tami's fingers tickling lightly through her bush. The fingers slowly spread her open, and she felt the head of her husband's cock against her cunt. She wiggled gently as Tami helped him penetrate her. He wrapped his arms around her and plunged to the hilt in her wet channel.
Tami caressed Sheila's tits as Glen's cock slipped in and out of her slick love tunnel. Just when she thought the sensations were as intense as they could possibly be, she felt Tami's tongue dancing on her swollen clit.
A cry of delight bubbled from her throat. She thrilled to the feeling of being filled by her husband's thick cock and Tami's tongue expertly titillating her most sensitive spot. She never knew that anything could be this exciting. It was like experiencing sex for the very first time. She became lost in swirling excitement, controlled completely by the ecstasy of total eroticism. She felt like she was being turned inside out.
Glen kneaded her tits and lovingly stroked her nipples to bring them to maximum erection. Each movement of his fingers sent a jolt of electric energy shooting straight to her sexual center. She entered a world filled with sensuous pleasures that she had never experienced before, that she never even knew existed.
Her insides churned. She wanted to cum, wanted to feel the ultimate pleasure of her husband's cock in her as a woman's gentle tongue lapped at her clit. She thought she felt a dozen hands petting her nipples, knew there could be only four. She was getting all the stimulation she could possibly receive.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming!" she screamed, as surge after rollicking surge gushed through her body.
Tami kept licking, her talented tongue taking Sheila through an orgasm that lifted her higher than she ever knew she could fly. She flew to the moon and circled it rapidly.
She suddenly sat up and stroked Tami's delicate blonde hair. "This is marvelous," she whispered as she rode Glen's cock.
When she felt his cock swell, she started twisting her ass in tight circles along with her up and down movements. She fucked him as hard and as fast as she could, flexing her cunt muscles around his stiff pecker, milking him, coaxing him into cumming.
She didn't have to do a lot of coaxing. He had been ready to pop for several minutes. Watching her lick Tami's pussy kicked his lust into high gear. He was ready to blow when she slid back and his cock popped out of her. His protest died in his throat when she grabbed his cock and pumped it furiously.
"Open your mouth, Tami!" Sheila said urgently. "I want to squirt his juice in it."
Tami put her mouth over the end of Glen's prick and opened it wide. Sheila handled his prick expertly, stroking it with consummate skill. His hips jerked and his cum spewed out. She aimed the head of his cock accurately and the first gob of jism spurted into Tami's mouth. The second shot hit her on the chin.
"Take the head in your mouth, darling!" Sheila said.
Tami covered the head of his prick with her lips and sucked. Sheila continued to stroke the shaft, squeezing on the upstroke and relaxing slightly on the downstroke.
"God damn, this is great!" Glen moaned.
Sheila jerked his dick until it stopped throbbing. She flopped around on top of him and kissed him amorously. Tami crawled on the bed, kissed Sheila, then Glen. His stomach rumbled, and they laughed.
"Sounds like my darling has worked up an appetite," Sheila said. "Why don't you call room service, darling? I'll have a filet mignon with Bearnaise sauce, baked potato and asparagus. Better order a couple bottles of wine, too. And a baguette of French bread."
"I'm not the only who worked up an appetite!" Glen laughed.
"If you do it right, fucking burns a lot of calories, darling," Tami said. "It's a great diet plan. I'll have the same thing Sheila's having."
"And I'll have big T-bone with all the trimmings," Glen said.
Sheila and Tami freshened their pussies and joined Glen in the sitting room. He put on a robe to answer the door. He took the cart from the waiter, signed the check with a big tip added, and served the food.
"You have to take off the robe, darling," Tami said. "If Sheila and I are going to sit here naked so you can look at our tits, you have to let us look at your cock."
"We aren't having hot soup, so you don't have to worry about dragging it through anything," Sheila laughed.
Glen took off his robe and poured the wine. He sat down and attacked his food like a cannibal who hadn't seen another human being in months.
"Sheila, are you serious about starting your own travel agency?" Tami asked.
"Oh, yes," Sheila replied. "I can't stay at home. I'm not the domestic kind."
"Can you use me? I worked in a travel agency until three years ago, when I married."
"Terrific," Sheila said. "I think we would make a good team."
"You make an excellent team," Glen quipped.
"That's another matter," Tami said. "May I visit you after we get back to Denver?"
Sheila looked at Glen and grinned. "Looks like I started something. How often can you handle both of us?"
"I don't think I have to do all the handling," he said. "You two do quite well without me."
"Don't you believe it," Tami said. "Playing with your wife is fun, but I need lots of cock."
"Ditto," Sheila said.
"Well, I brought my will and insurance up-to-date the other day," Glen said. "I'll do the best I can."
