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“Whew.” She shook her head. “Girl, you’re a mess. I can see having a threesome, or even a foursome, but a gang-bang…?”
“We all have our secret fantasies. And that’s mine. I don’t want everyone else fucking each other. I mean, it would be cool if they were sexing each other prior to me getting there. But once I stepped into the room, I’d want all eyes and cocks on me. I want to be the center of attention. The only one getting fucked while everyone else is standing around watching and masturbating, waiting for their turns to gut all three of my holes.”
Tamara gulped down the rest of her martini. ”Girl, I can’t with you tonight. I have heard it all.” She flagged over the bartender. “I need me another round.” We both stopped talking when the bartender came over to us, then eyed her when she walked off. “She’s cute,” she said almost as an afterthought.
“She is, but her hands are a bit mannish and she seems a little too masculine for me. I like my women with soft hands and feminine.”
She grinned. “With big dicks, huh?”
“No, with good dick, and excellent pussy eating skills. She needs to know how to work it.”
“Girl, yes. I’m with you on that. She has to know how to work a tongue over a clit and slit.” She licked her lips in thought, shaking her head. “Mmmph.”
The bartender returned with two more martinis, setting one in front of her and the other in front of me. She walked off as Tamara lifted her glass and took a long sip of her drink, then set it back on the bar. “Okay, enough about pussy eating and women with good dick. Let’s get back to you and this fantasy gang-bang of yours. Would you want to be fucked by women you know?”
I shook my head. “Oh, no. I don’t want to know them. I want the spontaneity and anonymity of it all. I’d rather not know their names or anything about them. All I want is for them to be different shades of beautiful and have varying dick sizes. I want small dicks, medium-size dicks and, definitely some big dicked women to pound this pussy out.”
I couldn’t believe how freely I had shared this fantasy of mine with her. It was actually liberating. And I could tell by the way she was licking her lips and shifting in her seat that the more I talked about it, the more turned on she was getting. I would have bet my four-hundred-dollar heels that if I would have reached over and slid my hands between her legs I would have found her panties were soaked.
“Girl, you have me beat. I can’t say that I’d ever want to be gang-banged, but I have fantasized about being in a threesome and even a foursome, but nothing more than that.”
“Been there, done that. I’ve already had several threesomes, and a foursome once.”
She blinked, shifting her weight on the barstool. She licked the sugared rim of her glass, then lifted it, eyeing me over the rim. “Girl, you’re freakier than I thought.”
I shrugged, lifting my glass to her. “We all have a freaky side.”
“I’ll drink to that.” We clinked our glasses. “So do you think you’d ever want to live that fantasy out?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean. I get so turned on fantasizing about it. But the likelihood of it coming to reality”—I shook my head—“I don’t see that happening anytime soon; if at all.”
A sly grin eased over her lips. “You never know. Some fantasies do come true.”
I lifted my glass to her. “Then let the fantasy begin.”
“Well, my beautiful friend, what if,” Tamara says, bringing me back to our conversation, “I told you I know how to make that freaky little fantasy of yours come true.”
I swivel my chair back around. “Girl, don’t play with my emotions. If this is your way of playing some sick April Fools’ prank on me, you’re two weeks too late. And so not right.”
She laughs. “No, hon. No April Fools’ prank. This is me wanting to do something special for you.”
“Get out. You’re kidding me, right?”
“No, I’m very serious. I—”
“Wait a minute,” I say, leaning up in my chair. “Why exactly would you want to do this? I thought you were repulsed by it.”
“Ohmygod, that’s a bit harsh. I wouldn’t say repulsed. More like shamefully turned on. After we left the bar that night, I couldn’t wait to get home to masturbate.”
“Ooh, I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall for that. Now who exactly is the real freak in the room? Do tell.”
She laughs again. “Okay, okay. I confess. Guilty as charged. That night you piqued my curiosity. And aroused a whole lot more than my senses. So I decided why not live vicariously through you by helping you live out your fantasy.”
It isn’t until my pussy starts throbbing that I realize I have the butt plug still lodged in my ass. I lift up and pull it out of me, licking it clean before wrapping it inside a few sheets of tissue, then slipping it, along with the lube, back into my bag.
I can feel excitement coursing through my blood, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “I’m listening. Tell me more.”
“Well, without going into great detail, I’ll say this: I was out having drinks with a few colleagues and I shared with them what you told me…”
