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Chance cautiously walked into the bathroom. Fiona was indeed in the shower. As he watched her shower, he found himself wishing it was in slow motion. She was facing him, but had her eyes closed and her head back as she rinsed her hair. Her wet skin glistened in the morning light. She did not have the look of airbrushed perfection that magazine models had. She had a scar or two. She was fit, but did not look like a body builder. Her breasts sagged slightly. But a herd of Elephants could be stampeding through the next room. Chance would not have looked way. She opened her eyes and saw Chance watching her. The shower was one of the hand held type, she pulled it from its mount and slowly sprayed it across her breasts. Then, she lowered it until it was between her legs, and switched it from spray to massage. She gave Chance a seductive grin, put the shower back on the wall, and stepped out.
"I left it on for you. It feels great. Why don't you get cleaned up and join us?" She wrapp
ed herself in a towel and walked towards the bedroom. Chance stripped down and took a quick shower. His brain was still processing the "join us "part of Fiona's comment. Surely she meant for breakfast. But in the event it was something else, Chance did not want to waste any time. He turned off the shower, toweled off, and headed for the bedroom. Fiona and Frank were waiting for him, still just wrapped in their towels.
"We have to leave soon to catch the flight home, but if you are up to it, I'd like one for the road," Fiona said. As if for dramatic effect, as she spoke, she dropped her towel to the floor. "I want both of you to come inside me." She looked at Chance, "you in my pussy." He gaze shifted to Frank, "and you in my mouth. Any objections?" Frank and Chance both slowly nodded in unison.
"I want to start off with Chance behind me," she said, climbing on to the bed. Chance dropped his towel and crawled behind her. Fiona motioned to Frank. He walked to the edge of the bed.
"Frank, I want you to feed me your cock."
Chance guided his cock between her legs. He rubbed the tip of his penis against her, feeling how hot and wet she was. Fiona let out a moan as Chance penetrated her. Frank put his hand on his erection and pushed it down until it was level with Fiona's mouth. She flicked her tongue against it. In one smooth motion, she took his entire length into her mouth and throat.
Fiona relished the feeling of having two men inside her. Both Frank and Chance were slowly thrusting in and out of her. As Chance's penis filled her vagina, Frank's cock slid out of her mouth. Just as her lips started to stretch over Frank's dick, Chance pulled back. But she wanted to be in control. She pulled her head back, and straightened up. As she did, both of the men pulled back. Fiona turned to Chance, and pushed him down onto the bed. In a fluid motion she straddled him, grabbed his cock and guided between her legs. When she was done, she had his arms pinned to the bed, and he was completely inside her.
"Get over here Frank", she said. She motioned with her head as she began to ride up and down on Chance. Frank knelt in front of her. She leaned forward and engulfed his penis with her mouth. Frank stroked his cock, following her lips as they went up and down his shaft. Neither of the men moved. Fiona felt like she was fucking both of them. As she rocked forward, Frank's cock filled her mouth. As she rocked back, her pussy was filled with Chance's erection. She would be bragging about this to her friends when they talked about how slutty they had been. She felt Frank's other hand caressing her breast. That was the final piece of the puzzle. When he tugged on her nipple is was like he flipped the orgasm switch. There was absolutely no build up to this one. It was like being stuck by lightning. One moment the sex just felt good. And then her whole body was tingling. Her pussy clamped down on Chance. She could feel every detail of Frank's cock in her mouth. It appeared her orgasm was spreading. Just as the feeling of ecstasy began to slip away, Chance and Frank both came. Frank filled her mouth to overflowing. Chance's come spilled out of her and ran down her thighs. She kept fucking both of them until they had nothing left. As soon as Frank pulled his cock out of her mouth, she grabbed him by the neck and kissed. As there lips pressed together. She smeared his face with come, another round of fireworks when off inside her. She release Frank, pinned Chance's arms down again and kissed him. His tongue speared into her mouth. The last bolt of sexual energy passed through her. She rolled on to the bed next to Chance, and Frank collapsed next to her.
"That was fucking amazing," they all said at once, and then burst out laughing.
The End.
The Immortals
Of all the nightclubs, in the entire world, I had been waiting two days to see if she would walk into mine. I was irritable. It had become difficult to ignore the nagging lust that hung around my person and distorted the shape of my pants.
Resisting the urge to feed on all these lovely women was a compliment to my willpower and maturity. But now it was over. She was finally here, I could feel her. And I was eager to keep myself hidden. I urged my party to recuse themselves to a recently vacated booth, and there was a hurried migration of drinks and personal effects.
The pounding bass of the house music mirrored the heartbeat of half a dozen awestruck men and women. It mirrored mine too, but for entirely different reasons. All they saw was a beautiful woman, confidently striding across the dance floor. I saw a goddess who I planned to ravish.
Those she passed were momentarily thrown off their step. Ebony skin was carefully wrapped in a skin-tight white strapless dress. Her breasts broke the crowd in front like a ship's prow slicing through water. The dress framed a posterior that was more than just an ass to every sentient being present; it was a promise of heaven.
I watched the lovely outline of those two ebony ass cheeks clothed in a white so pure you could ascribe it religious significance. I knew what lay underneath that purity, I was eager to experience it again.
I can smell her sex; I can practically feel her pussy lips rubbing together as she walks.
But not so eager I would tip my hand too soon and let her feel my presence before I could chose to reveal it.
The blonde girl next to me is crying, jeans undone, one pale hand furiously fingering her cunt. I replaced that hand with my more practiced one, covering her mouth with mine to stifle her cries. She rode me through several orgasms that calmed her down enough that I could remove my hand without risking her becoming violent and irritable at its withdrawal.
I redid her pants and signaled one of her friends to keep an eye on her for me. Their attention was affixed to the ebony goddess previously mentioned, so this took some work. They nodded assent and I slapped a Benjamin on our table to cover our drinks for the evening. I felt bad I had to leave this girl in such an unsatisfied state. I hadn't been sure about the Goddess's feeding habits, and I never like spending my evenings alone. I remembered the blonde's face, I had her number, I would make it up to her on some later date.
I meandered across the dance floor towards the bar. I split up couples and made new ones. I danced with a boy who had obviously used a fake ID to get in here. Twenty-one? Try nineteen. I set him up with a woman twice his age that happened to be a Domme out looking for a new pet and made a mental note to check in on them later.
Ten minutes of dancing with two girls who insisted they were unrelated despite looking exactly alike AND have the ability to synchronously perform the most lurid of the contemporary dances with me.
When Girl Number One trailed her tongue over my clavicle and Girl Number Two began to whisper things in my ear that even I thought were a little out there, I made my exit. I deflected Number Two's propositions and entwined her limbs with those of her double, subtly disentangling myself in the process. I left them with the thought that maybe a little bit more same-sex experimentation was in order this evening and gave them the address of my favorite toy store. Ask for Nyssa, the one with the tits.
The bass still pounded in my ears and I found my heartbeat in the music. The goddess was bending over, leaning against the bar, ass extended like an invitation. I had been hard for three days. It had been excruciating waiting for the right moment, not knowing if it would happen, and now here we were. I extended a finger, a single fingernail sharpened itself into an edge that put most mortal cutting instruments to shame.
I ran it down the middle of her dress, tracing the contours of feminine perfection. I had waited until she had pulled most of her hair over her right shoulder, twirling several silken strands in between her fingers as she flirted with the bartender. I could smell her arousal.
Seconds later her dress still clung to her body, held on by the inertia of convenience and time. I kneeled down, drinking in the musculature of feminine thighs sculpted for divine and exquisite sin.
The dress barely covered her ass. I let my eyes linger on her naked sex exposed to the open air and my lustful gaze. I inhaled a lungful of her scent and stood up again, removing my clothes and fading into the background of the club's collective consciousness.
She suspected nothing.
Up to this point the other patrons might have observed my behavior and deemed it inappropriate. I assure the reader that stranger things happen everyday, and it brought little comment in this environment where alcohol flowed freely and people coupled freely in the darker corners of the dance floor.
