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"Tell me Mia what do you think Ling would like right now, do you think she wants my cock or maybe she really wants to feel your sweet tongue licking up all that sugary sweat?"
As the filth flowed from my mouth they both reacted as Ling danced with, if possible, more erotic emotion and Mia without realizing what she was doing reached up undoing the few buttons left before pulling the top of her dress down to her waist filling my hand with more easily attained tit.
Ling seeing us almost lost it completely, pulling her dress top open with such violence a couple of the top buttons popped off with such violence that one hit the side of my head as it bounced off and continued on behind me. Ling just went nuts with her other hand sliding below her dress causing the hem dress to ride up to her elbow but unfortunately the Black G-string she wore was blocked her treasures from my eyes as her hand had slid beneath it covering it completely with its darkness not to mention also hiding the violent demonstration of her apparent frustrated act of masturbation.
As all this transpired Mia's body molded tighter into mine with her resting her head back on my shoulder. And as she did I looked down seeing a look on Mia's face so hot and erotic it virtually took my breath away as I saw her lips quivering and was left with little choice but to kiss her and I did so with passion. As I kissed her somewhere deep inside me a passion emerged that I had not know since I was sixteen again and being tutored into the world of sexual adulthood by that woman almost twenty years my senior and altered my life forever.
As they say, much of life tends to repeat itself, and here it was again the same situation, only reversed. Settled into my arms and resting on my lap was this teen beauty that was more than twenty years my junior whose lips were completely locked to mine in violent warfare. Warfare wagged between tongues and as our tongues battled our eyes were also locked but oddly not on each other but remained locked on Ling.
Ling continued to dance but had once again added to its intensity, all of the rest of dresses frontal buttons had ceremoniously been undone and as her hips rotated she began like a Genie sliding free of her bottle Ling slid free of her dress with the erotic drama that would have made the best on stage at the striptease joint performer jealous.
Once Ling's dress hit the floor and she stood there free of all things that kept her charms from our eyes except that tiny black and lace fringed G-string and matching up-lift bra that hid little even Mai had to gasp along with me at her sexiness.
After I caught my breath I filled Mia's ear with the lurid statement, "I want to eat her like a fine desert and you too."
"Oh God, oh my God," Mia moaned in response.
"Help me baby, help me get her, NOW" I yelled aloud to Mia.
In almost an instant Mia and I had dragged Ling onto her back flat on the bed with Mia and I over her as Ling continued to laugh and was putting no fight at all even knowing out intent.
The End.
Ebony in Ivory, Again!
Henri smiled.
Susan liked the cheerful, guileless concierge-come-garcon de cafe that was as much a part of the pavillon as the faded, not-quite-peeling paint, the louvered shutters and the balmy salt breeze. She'd come to treasure this quiet little place on the Cote d'Ivoire. Henri's warm grin and genuine welcome greeted her every time. Henri's smile was the beginning of each holiday; the special sign that the everyday was gone and that – for the next week at least – nothing would occupy Susan's life but the sun, sand and silence of this beautiful part of the African coast.
It was obvious that he hadn't realized the innuendo behind the question he had conveyed from the new owner of the establishment. An accidental encounter between Susan and the proprietaire had occurred on the beach earlier in the day before either of them had appreciated the host/guest relationship. Though upon reflection, Susan mused, she had very much 'appreciated' it at the time. She suddenly felt a little flushed as she remembered his sculptured muscles beaded with rivulets of sweat and salt water and the glorious sight of his massive member freshly removed from her ass, semen dripping languidly from its engorged purple head. It was only later that he had learned she was a guest. She had learned only now who he was.
With a slight start, Susan returned to the present. Henri waited politely.
"Thank you Henri. Please tell him that I apprecier l'excellent service and look forward to it continuing."
Let's see what he makes of that!
The dinner was superb as always. Henri's wife Marthe complemented her husband in having dual roles at the pavillon: maid and cook. The fare was simple, but delicious. It was part of the charm of the place. A well-cooked meal, a glass of good wine, open shutters framing stars over a dark sea. It didn't get much better than this!
She didn't see him the next day. Susan had strolled down the beach in the morning without meeting him. She'd lounged around the pavillon grounds. She'd stretched out under a palm in front of the cafe and caught up on yesterday's aborted novel. There was no interruption today. So weary and rested from doing – well, nothing – she'd retired for the evening. And felt vaguely dissatisfied.
She took a long bath. The periodic drip of the tap formed a counterpoint to the gentle sounds of the seaside evening. The steam swirled and rose from th
e surface of the water and she smiled as the water sloshed and burbled whenever she moved, mimicking on a small scale the rumble of the wild surf not so far distant. She lay there, head back, eyes closed and pleasured herself slowly; allowing her desire to build languorously, matching her bath-induced, soporific mood. She came like a gentle tide, waves washing softly against the waiting sand, then lay there for a few moments more before towelling off.
Susan woke the next morning to slices of bright sunlight streaming through the louvers. It was later than normal, and she paused to enjoy that deliciously guilty feeling that comes with realising you're on holidays and that it really doesn't matter. Stuff it, she thought, and rolled over. By the time she woke again, she'd missed breakfast, so with a steaming black coffee in hand she strolled out onto the balcony to finish the book. She had only a few pages to go when a firm knock on the door interrupted the denouement.
It was him. With a stack of towels, a smile and a slightly guilty expression.
"Pardon, mademoiselle. Linen service?"
She folded her arms and looked at him. His smile drooped.
Then her mouth twitched with a wicked grin and, while ostensibly reaching for the towels, one hand somehow found the front of his trousers. His smile returned; much larger. And that wasn't all that was getting larger, Susan thought, as she felt his cock swell and stiffen under her touch.
"Yes please, mine need changing. You'd better come in."
Susan closed the door behind him and watched his long appreciative glance as she lounged back against it. Her silk wrap left little to the imagination and her nipples had hardened and were revealing themselves quite prominently through the thin fabric. She flicked the tie with one hand and it fell away, allowing the robe to part slightly. It revealed the smooth valley between her breasts and she noted his gaze track downwards past her navel to her smooth, bare groin. Susan waxed before every holiday: not so much in anticipation of sexual activity as that it was just simpler, easier and somehow 'freeing'. It was part of her vacation ritual. Of course, it did have other benefits...
