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Susan obligingly added her other fingers. Marthe growled hungrily and ground herself against Susan's hand. Well, there's more to Marthe than meets the eye, Susan thought. Wait, that's not quite right. There's actually quite a lot of Marthe that meets the eye!
Susan felt fingers on her own clitoris. She wasn't sure if was Henri or Marthe. But when the fingers started working her expertly, periodically reaching down and around the shaft pumping in and out of her, she knew the fingers were female.
Susan screamed as she came suddenly. The combined attention of two huge cocks, the ministrations of Marthe's expert fingers and a wonderful mouthful of tit brought her to raging climax and she felt her fluids gush from her to sop around her holes and run down her crack. After finishing her softly, Marthe brought her hand to her mouth and licked Susan's juices from her fingers. It was all too much for Henri who thrust himself savagely into her. He bellowed as he came hard, the thick cum jetting from his cock deep within her and then oozing out around his shaft.
Marthe looked seriously at Susan for a moment.
"I apologize for my earlier words. You are not at all une salope. You are divin!"
And Marthe quivered as she came. Her large breasts trembled as the orgasm rocked her body. Susan chewed her nipple lightly between her teeth and Marthe grabbed her breast and shoved it hard against Susan's mouth. She could smell her own juices on Marthe's fingers.
The strong arms around her clenched suddenly and firm hands moved to her hips. He forced her down hard onto him as his hips bucked upwards and she felt him push his enormous cock even further into her ass. Marthe reached down and grabbed the proprietaire's balls as he came, fondling and squeezing as he emptied his semen into Susan's ass. She could feel the corded muscles on his neck as his whole body stiffened at the height of his passion, his breathing ragged and fierce.
Susan floated free, but she was not yet done. She uttered a low, animal groan and arched her back, her body responding to the gifts it had just been given and demanding again to experience the same pleasure.
Marthe recognised the other woman's need. She moved toward the end of the bed and helped Henri to stand. With a brief caress and a kiss on his lips, she took his place and lowered her mouth towards Susan's sex. Her tongue gently caressing every fold of Susan's sex, Marthe licked her husband's cum from around and within her. Marthe reached forward to withdraw the now softened cock from Susan's ass and paused briefly to suck the last drops of his cum from him. If she objected to the taste of Susan's ass, she gave no sign as she bent lower to give her now gaping asshole the same careful treatment: her tongue gently foraging and licking the sticky fluids from around her anal cavity.
Marthe grunted as Henri entered her from behind. He had watched amazed as his wife had been pleasured by another woman; had her breasts sucked by Susan and his boss; had played with Susan's sex; and then licked the cum of the two men from her pussy and ass. He had spent himself only minutes ago, but was again ramrod hard with need after witnessing such a salacious exhibition. With Marthe's face still buried between Susan's legs, he rammed himself into Marthe's dripping cunt. He used her savagely and was gratified when both he and Marthe climaxed together; her screaming profanities muffled by Susan's groin.
Susan had just orgasmed for the third time under Marthe's skilled attention. As she watched Marthe and Henri in the throes of their shared ecstasy, she wondered just what Marthe had been before becoming the maid-of-all-work at the pavillon. A thought crossed her mind, and she put it away to mull over later. For now, the unprecedented experience of an orgy with a large black woman and two very well hung black men was more than enough to consider!
Susan turned her head to look at the manchester spread all over the floor; sheets, towels and pillows littered the room. Hmm, she thought, the linen service isn't as good today.
Her laughter pealed brightly in the afternoon air.
The End.
A Chance Encounter
She glided across the dance floor, music blaring, bass thumping, people grinding. Her steps were fluid, magical, ephemeral. Her hips swayed to the music, her arms floating about her in rhythmic patterns, her feet touching the floor there, there, and... there.
She watched him, knowing he watched her. Surr
eptitiously at first, more demanding as she realized his attention was wholly on her. She should be worried, should be creeped out that in a club full of beautiful women, he had eyes only for her. The thought made her tingle with anticipation, and a gentle flush touched her high cheekbones.
She moved again, this time coming closer, glancing at him, smiling at him. He smiled back at her, the shadows of the room obscuring him, and the dancing lights seeming to illuminate her in pearly incandescence. The light shifts as the music turns again, and the pearly luminescence shatters into a million shards of pulsing red.
A moment, and her world drowns in the crimson lights of the club, and her pulse quickens as she begins to dance purely for him. She knows he's watching, she can feel his eyes on her, watching her, undressing her, wanting her. She shivers at the thought, and she glances back towards his seat.
A smile curls the corner of her lips, and he beckons her over to him, a single flick of the wrist. Her heart thunders in her chest, and a thousand possibilities flood her mind. I'm not sure this is a good idea... Her conscious thoughts are a mere whisper; a single nagging moment quickly lost amidst the chaos of desire and need.
He smiles at her as she sits next to him, a calm smile, a smile full of feral intensity. At his look, her knees begin to tremble and her fingers clinch on her upper thighs in an effort to regain control. He reaches out and gently brushes a curl of loose hair out of her face, his finger tracing an invisible line of fire across her cheek. She shudders at his touch, and the world seems to drop away, leaving her alone with this man, this predator. Fear spikes hard inside her chest, but she cannot seem to make the desire to leave show up in her emotional mindslate. She wants this man, dangerous be damned.
"Hello, girl." His voice is soft, and yet somehow discernible above the tumult and noise of the club, it's sonorous strains slipping between words and notes and chaos to find her ears. She trembles again at the overwhelming power in his voice, and suddenly she knows she will do whatever he asks of her.
"Good evening..." Her voice trails off, hoping to get a name, hoping to find some way to link him to something less ephemeral than a feral arousal and the dampness between her thighs.
He grins at her, his voice just as soft as before, but this time the timbre of his tone has adjusted slightly, and the gentleness of his voice belies the iron-hard command that rings within it. "Sir. You may refer to me as Sir, girl." A thrill shimmers through her body, only adding to the slow burn building in her cunt, and the final screams of protest from that tiny little voice that knew better was quashed into stillness.
"Yes, Sir. I..." She struggles to find something, anything to say to this man, something that would engage him, keep him entertained, interested. "I'm pleased to meet you." Lame, and she knows it, but what else could she say? She glances at the floor, nervousness shimmering along her spine.
He smiles again, almost as if he could see her tremors, as if he could sense her anxiety. "Come with me."
The command was filled with such a certainty of obedience that she did. She couldn't explain how or why, but gods help her, she obeyed. The obedience didn't stop when he walked out of the club, nor when he opened the back door to his car, nor when he pulled away and drove out of the city and into the countryside.
The ride was comfortable, quiet. Strains of soft classical music played from the radio, and she found herself being lulled into a sense of complacency by the monotony of the lights flashing by the tinted window.
The door suddenly opens, and she stumbles quickly to catch herself before falling out onto the pavement. Her mind is bleary with sleep, and she barely begins to find coherence before a strong hand grabs her firmly by the back of the neck. "Come."
