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“Why not to a night full of endless possibilities,” he says with a wink.
I toss my hair, shamelessly flirting with this fine hunk of man. “Well, my husband and I”—I nod my head over in Marcel’s direction—“would love to end the night with you in our bed.”
He waits a beat, then glances over in Marcel’s direction, lifting his flute. Marcel returns the gesture, along with a head nod. He smiles, returning his attention to me.
“Oh, and what an endless night of possibilities it shall be.” His eyes scan my entire body, from head to toe. “I have a thing for pretty feet,” he says, licking his lips. “And beautiful, open-minded women.”
I grin, holding his gaze. “And I have a thing for fine men who aren’t afraid to indulge their desires. That’s a real turn-on. What are your desires, uh…I didn’t get your name.”
He grins back. “I didn’t give it. Names aren’t necessary. Just know I’m a freak, here looking for a good time. And I have a whole lot of energy for more than one round.”
“Okay, Mister No Name Freak Looking For A Good Time, what do you desire tonight?”
He glances back over at Marcel, who is being entertained by two buxom vixens wearing nothing but glitter and gold body paint over their gym-Pilate-toned bodies.
A sly smile eases over my moist lips as I eye Marcel slide both his hands in between each of their legs. The two sex kittens lean in and kiss. And I swallow, imagining the feel of their warm flesh against his fingers, imagining the taste of their wetness on my own fingers, on my tongue.
A vision of sharing the two vixens with Marcel causes my pussy to spasm and my nipples to peak hard.
“For starters,” Caramel says, bringing my attention back to him, “to answer your question. I desire a night with you.” He tears his stare from mine, glancing over at Marcel. “And him. But for now…” He eyes my feet again. “I’d like to taste them pretty toes.” He slides his lusty gaze back up to meet mine. “Then lick you to climax.”
My breath catches.
Then, without another word, he’s whisking me off outside toward a row of cushion-padded benches. The backyard is dimly lit with gaslight sconces and tiki torches.
The walls of my pussy literally tremble as I watch this tall, sculpted hunk of a caramel-coated man gulp down the rest of his drink, then drop on one knee, unfasten the straps of my heels, remove them, then gently fold his large hands around my ankles, lift a foot to his face. He kisses my feet with warm lips. Then runs his tongue along my arch, kissing the tips of my toes, then putting them into his mouth. I can’t help but moan as his tongue slides around, and in between, each toe as his hands slip up the back of my calves, my thighs, then back down. He sinks all five of my toes inside his mouth. And I feel myself melting into the sensation. Erotic and sensual, my clit tingles.
I arch forward, aching for him, devouring him with my eyes. He sucks and licks my toes as if he’s sucking and licking on my clit, sucking and licking on my cunt, sucking and licking on my swollen lips, sucking and licking as if each toe were a tiny, hard dick. Heat dances over my body. Spreads out over my skin. And stirs my simmering lust.
“Do you want to taste my pussy, too?”
His head nods. “Mmm…yes.”
“Say it then. Say you want your tongue in my sweet pussy.” I brazenly part my legs, allowing my already open split to spill open further, showing the damp patch of triangle fabric covering my moist cunt.
A dark smile crosses his lips as Marcel finally walks over to join us; the imprint of his dick showing his approval, stretching down the left part of his thigh like a third leg.
Marcel greets my toe licker with a grin, then leans in and kisses me. His heated tongue lustfully probes the inside of my mouth while his hand travels inside the neckline of my dress and caresses my breast.
I let out a soft moan as Mr. Caramel slides his finger back and forth over my swollen clit. I feel a climax coming from somewhere deep inside me. A spark of fire ignites low in my gut as he finger-fucks me, tormenting my clit with his tongue. He pulls out, then slides his long, slick fingers up and down on either side of my thick pussy lips. His tongue lolls out and traces its way up my smooth lips, ignoring my distended clit. And I feel myself on the verge of a scream.
I reach for Marcel. Grab his dick. Squeeze it. Stroke it. Beg for it. Groan with pleasure. Moan with want. Whimper with need.
With his tongue flat and firm—sticking out like a hot slab, Caramel licks my clit, repeatedly, while Marcel pinches my nipples so hard that I shriek in delight. Caramel licks again and again, then licks long and hard against my wet, juicy hole, eventually darting his tongue in and out.
My pussy muscles clench. “Yes, right there,” I say breathlessly.
And then comes the sucking again, and the slurping and more sucking as my hot nectar spills out of me. Caramel growls into me, and the vibrations send shivering waves of pleasure through my cunt. Then he opens wide, taking my whole pussy into his mouth, sucking my labia, letting his tongue dip down into my asshole.
My cunt coils, then weeps.
I unashamedly moan and groan and tell him how to eat my pussy, when to suck my clit, when to fuck his fingers into me. I grind my pussy into his mouth. Aftershocks reverberate up and down and around the walls of my pussy, along my spine. And I come. And come again.
I pull him into me and kiss him, vicariously tasting my sweetness on his lips and his cum-coated tongue. “Are you ready for the real show?”
“What you think?” He rises to his feet—his chin glistening and his mouth gleaming with juices—and grabs the thick bulge in his own pants. “Let’s take this party somewhere more private.”
I lick my lips, glancing up at Marcel as the two men’s eyes lock, sizing the other up. “Then let’s go get freaky,” I finally say, standing up with my sticky juices glazing the insides of my quivering thighs as I lead the way.
