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Meg's Big Surprise
Room 7096
Room 7096
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Meg quickly stepped out of the shower, not wanting to catch a chill. She had finally warmed up her bones. She turned the bathroom space heater on to keep the warmth circling in the small room. Carefully sweeping her wet hair up into a hair pin, she applied her make-up. She loved the process of primping and expertly brushed mascara on her lightly lined eyes. Meg knew there was going to be no notice of her made-up face because she would be hanging out with her boyfriend Ian and several of his long time college friends. She dolled up simply for herself. Picking out what to wear would be next.
Unlatching the door of her closet she fingered the different fabrics. Staring at the garments, her eyes unfocused and she mindlessly squeezed her tit with her left hand. “Hmm… this dress is warm enough and sexy, too.” She mumbled out loud as she yanked it from the closet. Lifting her bra out of her drawer, she also grabbed a pair of her favorite simple teal lace thongs. After assembling her outfit she went back into the hot damp bathroom and daubed on her bright cherry red lipstick over her lined lips. Bending down in her heals and turning off the heater, she saw that Ian had appeared behind her and he playfully bumped his hips into her. Meg loved it when he would grind his hips into her ass, especially when they were dressed and doing mundane things. It reminded her of the hot sex they often have.
Ian asked if she was ready to go. They were going to meet up with his friends at their hotel. She let him drive since he knew where this new hotel was. Although she wasn’t terribly excited about the evening, she thought it may be pleasant. It was always nice to get out and explore. Meg drifted into other thoughts, and as Ian weaved into a different lane of traffic she looked over at the profile of her boyfriend and smiled. She loved watching him interact with people. His expressions and body language were sexy, and she was always thankful that she was the one who got to leave with him. Besides, Meg was finally meeting the legendary friends Ian had recounted in numerous stories over the years, and he hadn’t seen several of these guys since he left the east coast 15 years ago. They pulled into the hotel entrance and a bellboy eagerly swooped in to open the door handle. Meg was caught off guard. As she stepped out of the car, she flashed her teal crotch to the teen bellboy who stared a bit longer than an older man might have. She gave the young man a half smile as her boyfriend who hadn’t witnessed this stepped between them and handed over his car keys. Ian put his arm around her waist and led her into the lobby.
As he pulled out his cell phone to announce their arrival to his friends, she sized up the people lounging around in the lobby. Her inquisitive eyes saw dowdy couples traveling with equally unmemorable tweed luggage, several flight attendants in a swarm of navy blue, and of course a group of typical looking Los Angeles women with enormous silicone implants stretching their tight tiny dresses and enough sets of acrylic talons to claw their way up the side of the building. Meg wondered if they had just finished shooting a hair metal video. Ian was laughing as he snapped his phone shut and explained excitedly they were going to have some cocktails in the guy’s suite. As they headed over to the elevator, the big-breasted clique of women followed them.The perfume was unpleasantly overpowering. As they crowded around Ian, Meg pushed her back against the elevator. Three out of the four were engaged in a bicker, while the fourth one looked over her shoulder and winked at the only natural blonde woman pressed uncomfortably against the wall with her handsome companion holding her hand. The doors opened and the elevator belched out the perfumed crowd, who teetered off down the hall. Meg smiled and knowingly said “Bachelor Party” to Ian.
They arrived at room 7096 and heard muffled laughter through the door. Ian quickly kissed his date before they entered. Ian didn’t linger on her lips, in fact he barely touched them to avoid any lipstick transfer. Meg had known his friends' names for years and had only seen pictures from when they were in their mid twenties. As she crossed the threshold of the room, a wave of nerves hit her. Steve, Ryan, Ed, Chris, Tom and Nate all rushed the door to embrace Ian. Meg paid close attention to the men’s names, but how could she remember them all? She was in a reception line, exchanging hands then side stepping over on to the next jutted out hand. As if reading her mind, the last hand shaker asked her what she wanted to drink.
She followed him over to the bar in the suite. It was a large room, yet several of the men were staying in other rooms. A large marble table was adjacent to the bar, and Meg dragged her soft delicate hand slowly across the cold marble surface. Quite determined to have scotch and soda prepared her way she boldly stepped up and grabbed what she wanted. She poured a healthy portion of scotch over 6 ice cubes into a large crystal glass and sprinkled just enough soda water to give it some fizz. Nate’s face displayed surprise so she thought. Maybe she was being rude by making her own drink, but she simply could not drink another poorly poured cocktail!
Nate started to speak to her, about the hotel room, the plane trip, and then he teased her about her scotch. Meg thought “oh no please don’t tell me some dick thing like women usually order daiquiris, fuzzy navels and appletinis.”
Nate did just that. “Hey, you like the manly drinks, huh?" Meg thought of her options: be nice, be snarky, or be dumb girly-flirty. While the truth was she had been sneaking Cutty Sark out of her parents liquor cabinet since the 8th grade she said, “Oh I make them for Ian this way, so I started drinking them too.” Meg opted for acting vapid. She knew this night was all about her boyfriend and she had better not let her acerbic tongue sully the convivial reunion. Nate smiled and wandered off towards the lively males.
Ed sauntered over to the table that Meg was sitting at alone. He leaned over and stroked the cool marble table mindlessly and focused on Meg’s exposed décolletage before raising his eyes up a bit to meet hers. “How are you doing over here?” Ed was hot. Actually, they all were attractive, enough and in good shape because of their years of playing rugby. Meg had been observing them from her post, she was following some of their discussions. She imagined their squabble over the Haka rugby war dance would subside with laughter soon enough.
Another male wondered over to the only female in the room. Chris was tall with salt and pepper hair. He offered to refill her drink, but she declined as she wanted to pace herself. The other men eventually moseyed over to the watering hole. Ryan, a stocky black guy sat down in the seat next to Meg. Leaning in, he asked, “So Ian keeps you busy? What do you guys do here in LA for fun?” He smelled like cologne. Meg leaned back close to him and said, “Yes, he keeps me very busy, and what do we do for fun? Hmm… movies, museums, bondage.” Ryan chuckled and sat with that information for a while.
She was watching her cubes melt in her glass. More movement swarmed around her and their discussions of their ancient sexual histories were mounting into a shouting match. Yes, one of them did fuck someone, no they didn’t, she was a slut, back and forth. These men were arguing like it mattered. She took an almond sized ice cube in her mouth and swirled it around until it dissolved. Ryan leaned back in and said, “I bet you were wild back in college."
Meg quickly stepped out of the shower, not wanting to catch a chill. She had finally warmed up her bones. She turned the bathroom space heater on to keep the warmth circling in the small room. Carefully sweeping her wet hair up into a hair pin, she applied her make-up. She loved the process of primping and expertly brushed mascara on her lightly lined eyes. Meg knew there was going to be no notice of her made-up face because she would be hanging out with her boyfriend Ian and several of his long time college friends. She dolled up simply for herself. Picking out what to wear would be next.
Unlatching the door of her closet she fingered the different fabrics. Staring at the garments, her eyes unfocused and she mindlessly squeezed her tit with her left hand. “Hmm… this dress is warm enough and sexy, too.” She mumbled out loud as she yanked it from the closet. Lifting her bra out of her drawer, she also grabbed a pair of her favorite simple teal lace thongs. After assembling her outfit she went back into the hot damp bathroom and daubed on her bright cherry red lipstick over her lined lips. Bending down in her heals and turning off the heater, she saw that Ian had appeared behind her and he playfully bumped his hips into her. Meg loved it when he would grind his hips into her ass, especially when they were dressed and doing mundane things. It reminded her of the hot sex they often have.
Ian asked if she was ready to go. They were going to meet up with his friends at their hotel. She let him drive since he knew where this new hotel was. Although she wasn’t terribly excited about the evening, she thought it may be pleasant. It was always nice to get out and explore. Meg drifted into other thoughts, and as Ian weaved into a different lane of traffic she looked over at the profile of her boyfriend and smiled. She loved watching him interact with people. His expressions and body language were sexy, and she was always thankful that she was the one who got to leave with him. Besides, Meg was finally meeting the legendary friends Ian had recounted in numerous stories over the years, and he hadn’t seen several of these guys since he left the east coast 15 years ago. They pulled into the hotel entrance and a bellboy eagerly swooped in to open the door handle. Meg was caught off guard. As she stepped out of the car, she flashed her teal crotch to the teen bellboy who stared a bit longer than an older man might have. She gave the young man a half smile as her boyfriend who hadn’t witnessed this stepped between them and handed over his car keys. Ian put his arm around her waist and led her into the lobby.
As he pulled out his cell phone to announce their arrival to his friends, she sized up the people lounging around in the lobby. Her inquisitive eyes saw dowdy couples traveling with equally unmemorable tweed luggage, several flight attendants in a swarm of navy blue, and of course a group of typical looking Los Angeles women with enormous silicone implants stretching their tight tiny dresses and enough sets of acrylic talons to claw their way up the side of the building. Meg wondered if they had just finished shooting a hair metal video. Ian was laughing as he snapped his phone shut and explained excitedly they were going to have some cocktails in the guy’s suite. As they headed over to the elevator, the big-breasted clique of women followed them.The perfume was unpleasantly overpowering. As they crowded around Ian, Meg pushed her back against the elevator. Three out of the four were engaged in a bicker, while the fourth one looked over her shoulder and winked at the only natural blonde woman pressed uncomfortably against the wall with her handsome companion holding her hand. The doors opened and the elevator belched out the perfumed crowd, who teetered off down the hall. Meg smiled and knowingly said “Bachelor Party” to Ian.
They arrived at room 7096 and heard muffled laughter through the door. Ian quickly kissed his date before they entered. Ian didn’t linger on her lips, in fact he barely touched them to avoid any lipstick transfer. Meg had known his friends' names for years and had only seen pictures from when they were in their mid twenties. As she crossed the threshold of the room, a wave of nerves hit her. Steve, Ryan, Ed, Chris, Tom and Nate all rushed the door to embrace Ian. Meg paid close attention to the men’s names, but how could she remember them all? She was in a reception line, exchanging hands then side stepping over on to the next jutted out hand. As if reading her mind, the last hand shaker asked her what she wanted to drink.
She followed him over to the bar in the suite. It was a large room, yet several of the men were staying in other rooms. A large marble table was adjacent to the bar, and Meg dragged her soft delicate hand slowly across the cold marble surface. Quite determined to have scotch and soda prepared her way she boldly stepped up and grabbed what she wanted. She poured a healthy portion of scotch over 6 ice cubes into a large crystal glass and sprinkled just enough soda water to give it some fizz. Nate’s face displayed surprise so she thought. Maybe she was being rude by making her own drink, but she simply could not drink another poorly poured cocktail!
Nate started to speak to her, about the hotel room, the plane trip, and then he teased her about her scotch. Meg thought “oh no please don’t tell me some dick thing like women usually order daiquiris, fuzzy navels and appletinis.”
Nate did just that. “Hey, you like the manly drinks, huh?" Meg thought of her options: be nice, be snarky, or be dumb girly-flirty. While the truth was she had been sneaking Cutty Sark out of her parents liquor cabinet since the 8th grade she said, “Oh I make them for Ian this way, so I started drinking them too.” Meg opted for acting vapid. She knew this night was all about her boyfriend and she had better not let her acerbic tongue sully the convivial reunion. Nate smiled and wandered off towards the lively males.
Ed sauntered over to the table that Meg was sitting at alone. He leaned over and stroked the cool marble table mindlessly and focused on Meg’s exposed décolletage before raising his eyes up a bit to meet hers. “How are you doing over here?” Ed was hot. Actually, they all were attractive, enough and in good shape because of their years of playing rugby. Meg had been observing them from her post, she was following some of their discussions. She imagined their squabble over the Haka rugby war dance would subside with laughter soon enough.
Another male wondered over to the only female in the room. Chris was tall with salt and pepper hair. He offered to refill her drink, but she declined as she wanted to pace herself. The other men eventually moseyed over to the watering hole. Ryan, a stocky black guy sat down in the seat next to Meg. Leaning in, he asked, “So Ian keeps you busy? What do you guys do here in LA for fun?” He smelled like cologne. Meg leaned back close to him and said, “Yes, he keeps me very busy, and what do we do for fun? Hmm… movies, museums, bondage.” Ryan chuckled and sat with that information for a while.
She was watching her cubes melt in her glass. More movement swarmed around her and their discussions of their ancient sexual histories were mounting into a shouting match. Yes, one of them did fuck someone, no they didn’t, she was a slut, back and forth. These men were arguing like it mattered. She took an almond sized ice cube in her mouth and swirled it around until it dissolved. Ryan leaned back in and said, “I bet you were wild back in college."
“Yes I suppose I was then,” she concurred. He was watching her take another cube in her mouth. She was doing this mindlessly, but Ryan thought it was a form of flirting.
“So are you good to my boy Ian?” he inquired. Meg said she would answer that after she poured herself another cocktail. She walked past her man and squeezed his ass. Ian barely fliched from this anymore. Meg thought about how she smacked, pinched and tickled his ass. She loved to do that and Ian never complained. She thought no one saw it, however, but a few of the men did.
When she returned to her seat, Ryan took the opportunity to comment on the ass grab. “Oh so you are a little rough with my boy Ian.”
“Yes, he loves all the wicked things I do to him,” Meg said, feeling a bit drunk.“What about your lady, Ryan. Does she fuck you with a big dick?”
He looked a bit surprised, of course he didn’t answer her. He stayed on Ian, “You fuck him in the ass?” She took a gulp of her drink, oh, she might have said too much, she thought. “Hey Ian your lady tells me you love getting fucked…in the ASS!” Ryan said it loud.
It had taken a moment for the embarrassment to register on Ian's face. Then he was red. They all started circling around Meg and prompting her to give more information. Meg was uncomfortable. She wanted to erase this last part of the evening.
Ian looked fearful, but he quickly covered up, displaying a more macho, hubristic expression.
“Meg loves to tell tales about our sex life," he said. "So, Meg, why don’t you tell these guys how you like being fucked instead of talking about me?” Not waiting for her to respond, he said, “She loves being fucked, in the ass, in the mouth, and in her tight little cunt, don’t you baby?” His voice had changed, seemingly a little playful.
Meg thought she might match his playfulness. “Yes my sweet, sometimes all at once.” To that she raised her glass and took a sip as if to toast her declaration. Meg couldn't help flashing on a memory of her being restrained by the ankles, on her knees, on their bed, with a huge plug in her ass, a huge rubber dildo shoved in her mouth, and Ian pounding her cunt while pulling her hair. She smiled a bit, wondering if Ian flashed on that too.
Apparently, he had more current ideas of her every cavity being filled. Walking around the table, Ian commanded her to lift up her dress. He knew this would make her wet. In fact, his stern voice and his proximity to her did make her pussy flood. She glanced around at the faces watching her. All the men looked intrigued.
She complied. Ian quickly pulled her teal lace thongs aside and stabbed his finger into her cunt. At that moment he slid his hand into her hair and pulled her head back. Then he swiped his damp finger on her face then jammed it into her mouth.
Pussy juice glistened on her cheek. She felt a rush of humiliation and delight. These men were watching him so intently, and she felt turned on by his power. Slyly, she tried to grab at Ian’s cock, but he pulled his hips back. “No! You eager slave, you know you aren’t suppose to touch me until I command it.”
Turning to his friends, Ian said,“Who wants to fuck my bitch?” The shyest man of the evening, Steve, unbuckled his pants, handed his belt over to Ian and said, “Let us see you whip your slave." Steve’s jeans dropped low and Meg saw him start to stroke the outside of his denim crotch. His cock had formed a hard lump in his pants. The other men watched him, and if it was a sign that it was OK, they followed his lead.
Ian glanced over and nodded as if to say it was alright to jerk off. He pushed Meg down onto the table and took off his own belt to tie around her wrists. Steve’s belt was a firmer leather and Ian pulled her underwear down around her thighs. Her very pale ass was exposed, and she felt that same bit of humiliation arise. Quickly, he began to spank her big ass.
It didn’t take long for her cheeks to welt. She was tearing up from the pain. Seeing this, Ian stopped. Standing her up, he untied her and said, “disrobe.” She slipped her dress over her head, pulled her thong down off her thighs and stepped out of her heels. As she removed her bra, Tom ordered her to leave her shoes on. Her labia was so swollen she could feel it rubbing together as she stepped back into her shoes.
All these men had their dicks in their hands and were stroking themselves next to each other, except for Ian. He was fully clothed and standing next to her. Meg loved this sight and felt exhilarated that she had helped get all seven of these men hard. Of course, she knew Ian was hard even if his cock was trapped in his slacks.
Panning the semicircle of men around her, she sat up on the table. At first she spread her legs a bit wanting to give them a view of her slick, red, swollen pussy. Then she overcame her timid movement and dropped her knees way back, sliding her ass to the edge of the table so they could see perfectly. Ian watched her closely, knowing she would want to jerk her clit off just like the boys. He warned her not to try it.
Without any encouragement, the first man stepped up to taste her. She could hardly keep the men apart. Except for their skin tones and cock size she no longer cared about remembering their names. Nate had his face down in her pussy and tried to lick her, but Ian stopped him. “One taste. You can smell her for your pleasure, but do not give her any pleasure. Just fuck her holes.”
Meg knew this game, for she often did it to Ian. He was taking his revenge. Nate crammed his huge dick into her, and some of the other men groaned. With each thrust, he watched her tits shudder. He barely looked her in the eye. She was just a cunt. Meg liked this simplicity. Ian took three of his fingers and hooked Meg’s mouth like a fish. She looked at his face, and he held her gaze. She liked this too--her handsome man in control.
“Come on her body, on her face, on her tits, in her ass, but not in her pussy,” Ian stated dryly. Nate did just that--right on her belly. He stepped back and looked her in the eye. Meg noticed a trace of shame.
The next man stepped up. He wanted his dick sucked. Meg closed her eyes and relaxed her jaw, Ryan was the owner of this cock. She knew this because the smell of that cologne again and because of the tight black pubic curls rubbing against her red lips. When she started to perfect her rhythm on Ryan’s cock she felt another dick entering her pussy. Ed was pulling his dick out every so often and jerking on it and Meg disapproved. She liked being filled up just like her sweet lover had announced. She couldn’t comment, however, because her mouth was getting fucked.
A wave of anger hit her suddenly. Her pussy needed lube, and she was hoping someone would think of that. But they were men, and only men who had been fucked in the ass would truly understand the importance of lube. Just then Ryan filled her mouth with hot salty come. He pulled his dick out and smacked her face with it. Seeing this, Ed shot his jizz all over her face.
Before she could open her eyes, a cool glob of lube was being smeared all over her asshole. Her feelings were blending and she was aroused, humiliated, and giddy. She glanced over and up to her boyfriend who was instructing this new set of men on how they should orchestrate the DP scene. Meg was secretly thrilled. She had always wanted to see two men slapping up against each other while fucking her. She wished Ian would kiss her mouth. He might of before, but now her lips were covered in semen.
They picked her up and carried her over to the king size bed. She was relieved she now had the opportunity to relax her body, as before they were pounding her into the hard marble table. One man lay down next to her and then picked her up and slid her onto his cock. She faced him and straddled him while he lifted her up by her waist and slammed her down again and again on his cock. She loved how rough Tom was being. He was cute--a light skinned black man with a shaved head--and he seemed to actually be into her. She rode him hard, holding onto his shoulders.
Then she felt another man moving up close behind her. What seemed like a tongue flicking her asshole was followed by more lube on her tiny hole. Soon she had another set of hands on her, squeezing her tits hard. Tom pulled her up and flipped her over so her ass was close to his cock. He whispered in her ear “You’ll like this” Groaning, he worked the large bulbous head of his cock, slick from her pussy juices, into her tight knot of muscles--her ass gulping up his huge shaft.
Chris was now climbing on top of her and trying to get in her pussy. She balanced on her back while Tom was fucking her ass, and Chris made it into her pussy, ramming her hard like she wanted. She loved the fact that those two sets of balls were rubbing against each other.
She started to cum with all of these sensations, being filled up, the humiliation, the pleasure, and the pain of being stretched, with all these eyes watching. Looking over her shoulder, she tried to locate her lover among the spectators. She settled on his face when she started to cum hard. Ian loved the way her face twisted with her screams and her breathy panting. Chris pulled out and came on her belly, and she felt Tom pulling his cock out of her ass and spraying her thighs with heat from underneath her.
She was exhausted and wanted to curl up. The men left her on the bed, rapidly stepping away from her as if she was nothing but holes to fuck. She felt a bit of shame as they left her covered in jizz. “Not so fast," Ian said. "There is one more man who needs to get off.” Meg thought Ian was talking about himself. Instead, it was the timid one, Steve with the brown hair, Steve with the painful belt.
He was the most rough with her. Steve pulled her towards him on the bed fast, as if her body was boneless. He picked up her shoulders and slammed her back on the bed hard. He struck her face and called her a whore. He is right, thought Meg. Then he pinched her nipples so hard she winced. The more she reacted to his pain, the more he hurt her. He placed his hand on her throat and told her to beg for his cock. She had her eyes squeezed shut. She begged for his dick.
The men watching her started chiding her: “Say it again, louder bitch!” Meg was aroused by the dirty talk. She always asked Ian to debase her. Steve started to put his cock in her pussy, which felt numb from the hours of fucking. He had a smaller dick. Meg knew this type of guy--so shy, so cruel in bed, and a small dick to match. Steve pulled out of her pussy. Maybe her cunt had been stretched out after all these cocks. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her face down to his cock. “Suck it, you fucking cunt!”
"I don’t want your tiny dick,” she spat. Meg also knew from experience that humiliation can go both ways. Just saying those rude words to him made him spray all over her face. She was pleased with herself. Playing his game and getting him off.
Ian was still the only one clothed, still with a hard bulge in his pants. He was very proud of his girl for putting up with his commands. He went to the bathroom and brought her a warm washcloth. He gently picked up her head as he sat down and slid her head carefully onto his lap, wiping all the different cum off her face. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly. When Meg opened her eyes, she saw the other men dispersing.
“Has it been nice then, seeing your friends again?” she asked.
Meg's Big Surprise
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Meg received the Fed-Ex overnight package in the Friday afternoon mail. Setting her computer bag and purse down on the kitchen counter, she tore the box open and found a silver-ribboned black box inside with a small black envelope attached. She ripped that open, too.
Scrawled in silver ink on the inside was a brief note. She did not recognize the handwriting.
Prepare yourself.
Wear what is inside.
He expects you at 10 pm. Sharp.
The address was written below. That she recognized. It was her lover’s. She had charged him to improvise something good for Valentine’s Day.
“I’m not talking dinner and a movie, either,” she told him, smirking.
He had stared back at her with his beautiful green eyes, one of his eyebrows slightly raised.
“Are we clear?” she pressed.
He nodded. Then he slid the martini he had just shaken across the coffee table to her. Frosty glass. Two Olives. She sipped it. Perfectly delicious. As always.
“Not bad,” she said. Her lover laughed.
Back in her kitchen, she wondered who the hell had written the note. It was a woman’s writing, and she felt a quick stab of jealousy. Tugging the silver ribbons down, she opened the box. Inside was a rose-red lace bra and matching thong. She felt the lace—French, high quality—and then she saw it, a little slit at the bottom of the underwear. Crotchless.
Naughty boy, she thought. Her nipples stiffened.
But who wrote the note?
The rest of the night and the whole next day she was nervous, excited. Though she was at home and attempting to study, she grew wet dozens of times. Reaching down between her legs, she rubbed her lips through her moist cotton underwear. The day dragged on.
At 7pm, she began to get ready. She showered, shaved her legs, ran soap over her newly-waxed pussy, and washed her hair with the musky shampoo she knew he loved.
Afterwards she slipped on her new undergarments, which fit her perfectly, and put on her favorite tight white dress that came down just past her upper thighs. She choose her bright-red Betsy Johnson heels, checked herself one last time in the mirror, then headed out into the cool evening.
The drive to his place seemed endless, and her mind raced over the mysterious circumstances surrounding the evening that lay ahead. When she arrived at his apartment building, she glanced up at his windows and saw a sole siluette pacing back behind the curtains. Mounting the stairs to his door, she felt her crotch grow wet. She tapped three times on his door. Nothing happened. Turning the knob, she entered.
She smelled cigarettes immediately. Smoking! She no longer smoked, and neither did he. Smoking! She walked down the short hallway and peered sideways into the living room. She was greeted with an incredible sight.
Her lover sat, his legs crossed, on his red leather couch. He had a white shirt, with several buttons open, and he wore tight, black trousers and well-shined wing tips. His hair was groomed, wet, and he sipped a dark Scotch on the rocks from a crystal glass. He grinned upon seeing her.
He looked incredible, but this was not the “incredible” sight for her. Next to him was.
A tall, pale-skinned, dark-eyed woman with long, straight dyed-black hair sat in the adjacient leather love seat. She wore a tight, black Ramones t-shirt, a black leather mini skirt, and she sported black-patent leather, lace-up go-go boots with 5-inch heels. A cigarette dangled between her fingers, the smoke drifting up in a straight line to the high ceiling.
“So there you are,” she said, taking a drag and blowing the smoke in her direction.
“This is our special guest,” her lover said. “She had all sorts of other offers, but she accepted my invitation to join us for the evening.”
“Are you ready to eat pussy and suck cock?” the dark-haired woman said.
Meg was stunned. Her face flushed. The woman before her was foxy. Checking her out further, she couldn’t help staring at her large, round tits. She hadn’t been with another woman in quite some time. Was this really happening?
“I asked you a question,” the woman said.
Meg looked at Ian and he had a big grin on his face.
Meg could only stammer, "Um...yes."
"Yes, What?"
"I'm ready," Meg said.
"To do what?"
"To eat your pussy, and suck his cock." Meg sucked in her breath after saying it.
"Is that so," the dark haired woman said, getting up. She crossed over to Meg and grabbed her lightly by the hair. "Well...we'll see what's what, won't we."
The woman smelled of patchouli and nicotine. She stared into Meg's eyes and pulled her hair a little harder. "Such a pretty thing, you are."
"Just like I said," Ian said.
"And pretty things need to address their superiors properly," the woman continued. "Do you hear me?"
Meg nodded quickly.
"Tonight I am your mistress, and you will refer to me only as mistress. Am I clear?"
"Yes mistress," Meg said.
The dark eyed woman nodded. She reached out and ran a finger down Meg's cheek, then traced it lower down her neck, causing Meg to shudder. With a sudden move, she reached under Meg's dress and rubbed between her legs. "Such a wet, pretty girl," her mistress whispered.
Meg closed her eyes and moaned slightly.
"Such a soft, wet cunt, and it's just for her mistress, isn't that right pretty girl?"
Meg nodded
The woman rubbed Meg's pussy harder, while holding on to her by the hair. "I suppose you'd like me to lick that soft, wet cunt of yours, now wouldn't you."
"Oh yes," Meg said.
"Maybe if you're a good, pretty girl, I will," she said, throwing down her cigarette and stomping it out on the floor. Pulling Meg to her, the dark-haired woman planted a hard kiss on Meg's quivering lips. She rubbed Meg's pussy some more through her now soaked crotchless underwear. "Such a good, wet girl," her mistress whispered. Bringing her hand up, she licked Meg's juices off her fingers. "Mmmmm...And such a tasty little cunt."
She shoved her fingers back between Meg's legs, rubbed her pussy hard, then stuck her fingers into Meg's mouth. "Lick your sweet juice off me, my pet!" Meg quickly did as she was told, yet her mistress pulled her hair even harder.
"I think my pretty girl needs to eat some pussy, don't you think?"
"Yes," Meg moaned.
"Does pretty girl want to stick her tongue in my cunt?"
"Yes."
The woman let go of Meg's hair, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then turned, and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She wore no bra. Meg stared hungrily at her full, round breasts and erect, dark brown nipples.
The woman sat back down on the love seat and spread her legs wide, the heels of her go-go boots pressing into the sofa's soft leather. "Get down on your knees and crawl to me!" she commanded.
Meg complied. When she was kneeling before her, her mistress grabbed her hair again and pulled her toward her, kissing her softly on the mouth, darting her tongue deeply inside. It was a delicious kiss, and Meg wanted only more, but her mistress slowly pushed her head down to her breasts. "Squeeze them. Kiss them," she whispered.
Meg greedily kissed the woman's full tits, licking, sucking, and biting her long, hard nipples and cupping and squeezing her breasts. Her mistress moaned in complete approval. Meg never felt happier, and sucked and licked with great passion.
Soon, however, her mistress, yet again, pushed her head lower. "I want your tongue in my sweet pussy, pretty girl. Are you ready for that?"
Meg moaned her approval.
"And then I'll want to see you suck some cock, as well, do you hear me?"
"Oh yes, " Meg said.
Pushing Meg back, the dark haired woman unzipped her black mini-skirt and pulled it down and away from her. She wore black lace underwear. Rubbing herself between her legs, she beckoned Meg back downward. "Kiss my belly, lick my thighs," she commanded. "Make me wet for you!"
Meg ran her tongue along her beautiful mistress' soft, pale belly, tasting the slight salt of her skin. Then she traced her tongue down the side of her thighs, nibbling softly and making the dark haired woman moan.
"Now eat my pussy!" she cried.
Meg could hardly stand it. She reached up, grabbed hold of her mistress' underwear, and yanked them down.
A large, dark-headed cock popped out.
Meg gasped. She shot a surprised look at Ian. He sat grinning, his own cock out and hard as he stroked it. "Surprise, surprise," he said, raising his whiskey high and toasting her.
"I asked you if you were ready to eat pussy and suck cock," her dark-haired mistress said. Reaching down, she spread her lower ass cheeks apart. "My sweet little asshole here is my special man-pussy, and I want your tongue inside it now!"
Meg was shocked. She turned hot red. Her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't believe that she had been so fooled. Before she could say anything, the woman slapped her hard across the face. "Eat me!" she hissed.
Meg dove between her legs and stuck her tongue into the very tip of the woman's smooth asshole. Her mistress quivered. Swirling her tongue around the little hole, she drew a large gasp. From there, Meg plunged, tasting and eating her mistress' sweet, delicious wet hole, licking it for all it was worth. Indeed, it was a sweet, tangy little pussy!
Soon, Meg reached up and grabbed hold of the woman's cock, and it sprang up and stiffened in her hand. Her mistress was completely waxed right down to her balls, and Meg had never felt such a smooth, hard, pretty cock. She stroked it up and down, while below her tongue pushed in and out of the woman's backdoor pussy. Her mistress writhed with pleasure and called her filthy names.
Soon, the woman's cock was rock hard, fit to burst, and with a shout, she pushed Meg away. Springing to her feet, she grabbed Meg's hair, brushed aside a small table's knick knacks, and bent her over the top. "I'm going to fuck you, my little bitch," she cried.
Meg shouted with pleasure, and her mistress pushed up the back of her dress and pulled her underwear down and away. Using her fingers to rub Meg's wet, dripping pussy, she coated her hard cock with Meg's juices and placed the tip of her dick against her quivering pussy lips. "I'm just the woman to fuck you," she declared. Then she slid her long cock deeply into Meg's tight cunt.
Meg cried out, with great pleasure. Her mistress pounded her pussy, thrusting in and out of her with reckless abandon. Meg moaned and screamed, and took it. Before she knew it, she felt a larger pair of hands grabbing her hair. Looking up, she saw Ian naked before her, his dick hard in front of her face. He pressed the tip against her lips, rubbing his drizzling pre-cum all over her lips. With a grin, he pushed his cock into her mouth, and she sucked and licked him as her dark-haired mistress fucked her long and hard from behind.
It slowly became almost too much to take. And as the dark-haired woman reached around and rubbed and pinched Meg's swollen clit, Meg felt a powerful orgasm rise up inside her. Her mistress seemed to sense this and fucked her ever harder, calling her dirty names as she did. Harder and harder they fucked and when Meg reached her climax, she spit out Ian's cock and cried out, her body shuddering, her toes curling.
When she was able to open her eyes, she saw Ian standing before her, strocking his still-erect cock, his grin wide across his face. Slowly, her mistress withdrew her hard dick from behind, and cleared her throat. "You know what I want to do now? " she said.
"What?" Meg breathed, her heart still pounding hard in her chest.
"I wanna wipe that stupid grin off your boyfriend's face."
Meg looked up at Ian and saw that the grin in question had vanished. "Huh?" he said.
"You heard me little bitch boy," the dark-haired woman said. She went over, grabbed him by the hair and shoved him, crudely, to his knees. "I think you need to lick your sweet girl's pussy off my dick!" Before he could protest, she shoved her cock into his mouth, and began fucking his face.
Meg could hardly believe her eyes. Straightening up to get a better look, she watched the woman's sweaty ass from behind as it gyrated and fucked, and she observed that Ian's own cock was still erect, despite his feeble protestations. Before she knew it, her mistress pulled him up, then shoved him back over the same table where she had fucked Meg. Pushing him on to his back, giving his hard cock a token stroke, she spread his legs and shouted for lube.
Meg scurried away and brought back the lube, squirting a nice amount on her mistress' outstretched palm. The woman rubbed it all over her rock-hard cock then pushed the tip of her dick against his hole. "Such a nice little bitch boy," she said. With that, she slowly worked her dick into his ass. Ian let out a gasp.
She began fucking him slowly, increasing her speed as his own cock pressed upwards, harder. Meg loved the very sight of it all, and she reached out and grabbed Ian's dick, stroking it with each thrust of her lusty mistress into his ass. Ian moaned, his back arching.
The dark-eyed mistress thrust ever harder, her cock ramming poor Ian's ass. He began shouting out that he was going to cum, so Meg bent down and shoved his cock into her mouth. With a shout, Ian came deeply down her throat, and she greedily swallowed all of his hot, salty cum.
Screaming with pleasure, her mistress withdrew from his ass and shot her cum forth, spraying Meg and Ian with her seed. Then she collapsed upon them, spent.
For several minutes nothing was said. No one moved a muscle.
Straightening up, Meg looked at the two of them. "So, what does a chick have to do to get a drink around here?"
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Meg received the Fed-Ex overnight package in the Friday afternoon mail. Setting her computer bag and purse down on the kitchen counter, she tore the box open and found a silver-ribboned black box inside with a small black envelope attached. She ripped that open, too.
Scrawled in silver ink on the inside was a brief note. She did not recognize the handwriting.
Prepare yourself.
Wear what is inside.
He expects you at 10 pm. Sharp.
The address was written below. That she recognized. It was her lover’s. She had charged him to improvise something good for Valentine’s Day.
“I’m not talking dinner and a movie, either,” she told him, smirking.
He had stared back at her with his beautiful green eyes, one of his eyebrows slightly raised.
“Are we clear?” she pressed.
He nodded. Then he slid the martini he had just shaken across the coffee table to her. Frosty glass. Two Olives. She sipped it. Perfectly delicious. As always.
“Not bad,” she said. Her lover laughed.
Back in her kitchen, she wondered who the hell had written the note. It was a woman’s writing, and she felt a quick stab of jealousy. Tugging the silver ribbons down, she opened the box. Inside was a rose-red lace bra and matching thong. She felt the lace—French, high quality—and then she saw it, a little slit at the bottom of the underwear. Crotchless.
Naughty boy, she thought. Her nipples stiffened.
But who wrote the note?
The rest of the night and the whole next day she was nervous, excited. Though she was at home and attempting to study, she grew wet dozens of times. Reaching down between her legs, she rubbed her lips through her moist cotton underwear. The day dragged on.
At 7pm, she began to get ready. She showered, shaved her legs, ran soap over her newly-waxed pussy, and washed her hair with the musky shampoo she knew he loved.
Afterwards she slipped on her new undergarments, which fit her perfectly, and put on her favorite tight white dress that came down just past her upper thighs. She choose her bright-red Betsy Johnson heels, checked herself one last time in the mirror, then headed out into the cool evening.
The drive to his place seemed endless, and her mind raced over the mysterious circumstances surrounding the evening that lay ahead. When she arrived at his apartment building, she glanced up at his windows and saw a sole siluette pacing back behind the curtains. Mounting the stairs to his door, she felt her crotch grow wet. She tapped three times on his door. Nothing happened. Turning the knob, she entered.
She smelled cigarettes immediately. Smoking! She no longer smoked, and neither did he. Smoking! She walked down the short hallway and peered sideways into the living room. She was greeted with an incredible sight.
Her lover sat, his legs crossed, on his red leather couch. He had a white shirt, with several buttons open, and he wore tight, black trousers and well-shined wing tips. His hair was groomed, wet, and he sipped a dark Scotch on the rocks from a crystal glass. He grinned upon seeing her.
He looked incredible, but this was not the “incredible” sight for her. Next to him was.
A tall, pale-skinned, dark-eyed woman with long, straight dyed-black hair sat in the adjacient leather love seat. She wore a tight, black Ramones t-shirt, a black leather mini skirt, and she sported black-patent leather, lace-up go-go boots with 5-inch heels. A cigarette dangled between her fingers, the smoke drifting up in a straight line to the high ceiling.
“So there you are,” she said, taking a drag and blowing the smoke in her direction.
“This is our special guest,” her lover said. “She had all sorts of other offers, but she accepted my invitation to join us for the evening.”
“Are you ready to eat pussy and suck cock?” the dark-haired woman said.
Meg was stunned. Her face flushed. The woman before her was foxy. Checking her out further, she couldn’t help staring at her large, round tits. She hadn’t been with another woman in quite some time. Was this really happening?
“I asked you a question,” the woman said.
Meg looked at Ian and he had a big grin on his face.
Meg could only stammer, "Um...yes."
"Yes, What?"
"I'm ready," Meg said.
"To do what?"
"To eat your pussy, and suck his cock." Meg sucked in her breath after saying it.
"Is that so," the dark haired woman said, getting up. She crossed over to Meg and grabbed her lightly by the hair. "Well...we'll see what's what, won't we."
The woman smelled of patchouli and nicotine. She stared into Meg's eyes and pulled her hair a little harder. "Such a pretty thing, you are."
"Just like I said," Ian said.
"And pretty things need to address their superiors properly," the woman continued. "Do you hear me?"
Meg nodded quickly.
"Tonight I am your mistress, and you will refer to me only as mistress. Am I clear?"
"Yes mistress," Meg said.
The dark eyed woman nodded. She reached out and ran a finger down Meg's cheek, then traced it lower down her neck, causing Meg to shudder. With a sudden move, she reached under Meg's dress and rubbed between her legs. "Such a wet, pretty girl," her mistress whispered.
Meg closed her eyes and moaned slightly.
"Such a soft, wet cunt, and it's just for her mistress, isn't that right pretty girl?"
Meg nodded
The woman rubbed Meg's pussy harder, while holding on to her by the hair. "I suppose you'd like me to lick that soft, wet cunt of yours, now wouldn't you."
"Oh yes," Meg said.
"Maybe if you're a good, pretty girl, I will," she said, throwing down her cigarette and stomping it out on the floor. Pulling Meg to her, the dark-haired woman planted a hard kiss on Meg's quivering lips. She rubbed Meg's pussy some more through her now soaked crotchless underwear. "Such a good, wet girl," her mistress whispered. Bringing her hand up, she licked Meg's juices off her fingers. "Mmmmm...And such a tasty little cunt."
She shoved her fingers back between Meg's legs, rubbed her pussy hard, then stuck her fingers into Meg's mouth. "Lick your sweet juice off me, my pet!" Meg quickly did as she was told, yet her mistress pulled her hair even harder.
"I think my pretty girl needs to eat some pussy, don't you think?"
"Yes," Meg moaned.
"Does pretty girl want to stick her tongue in my cunt?"
"Yes."
The woman let go of Meg's hair, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then turned, and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She wore no bra. Meg stared hungrily at her full, round breasts and erect, dark brown nipples.
The woman sat back down on the love seat and spread her legs wide, the heels of her go-go boots pressing into the sofa's soft leather. "Get down on your knees and crawl to me!" she commanded.
Meg complied. When she was kneeling before her, her mistress grabbed her hair again and pulled her toward her, kissing her softly on the mouth, darting her tongue deeply inside. It was a delicious kiss, and Meg wanted only more, but her mistress slowly pushed her head down to her breasts. "Squeeze them. Kiss them," she whispered.
Meg greedily kissed the woman's full tits, licking, sucking, and biting her long, hard nipples and cupping and squeezing her breasts. Her mistress moaned in complete approval. Meg never felt happier, and sucked and licked with great passion.
Soon, however, her mistress, yet again, pushed her head lower. "I want your tongue in my sweet pussy, pretty girl. Are you ready for that?"
Meg moaned her approval.
"And then I'll want to see you suck some cock, as well, do you hear me?"
"Oh yes, " Meg said.
Pushing Meg back, the dark haired woman unzipped her black mini-skirt and pulled it down and away from her. She wore black lace underwear. Rubbing herself between her legs, she beckoned Meg back downward. "Kiss my belly, lick my thighs," she commanded. "Make me wet for you!"
Meg ran her tongue along her beautiful mistress' soft, pale belly, tasting the slight salt of her skin. Then she traced her tongue down the side of her thighs, nibbling softly and making the dark haired woman moan.
"Now eat my pussy!" she cried.
Meg could hardly stand it. She reached up, grabbed hold of her mistress' underwear, and yanked them down.
A large, dark-headed cock popped out.
Meg gasped. She shot a surprised look at Ian. He sat grinning, his own cock out and hard as he stroked it. "Surprise, surprise," he said, raising his whiskey high and toasting her.
"I asked you if you were ready to eat pussy and suck cock," her dark-haired mistress said. Reaching down, she spread her lower ass cheeks apart. "My sweet little asshole here is my special man-pussy, and I want your tongue inside it now!"
Meg was shocked. She turned hot red. Her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't believe that she had been so fooled. Before she could say anything, the woman slapped her hard across the face. "Eat me!" she hissed.
Meg dove between her legs and stuck her tongue into the very tip of the woman's smooth asshole. Her mistress quivered. Swirling her tongue around the little hole, she drew a large gasp. From there, Meg plunged, tasting and eating her mistress' sweet, delicious wet hole, licking it for all it was worth. Indeed, it was a sweet, tangy little pussy!
Soon, Meg reached up and grabbed hold of the woman's cock, and it sprang up and stiffened in her hand. Her mistress was completely waxed right down to her balls, and Meg had never felt such a smooth, hard, pretty cock. She stroked it up and down, while below her tongue pushed in and out of the woman's backdoor pussy. Her mistress writhed with pleasure and called her filthy names.
Soon, the woman's cock was rock hard, fit to burst, and with a shout, she pushed Meg away. Springing to her feet, she grabbed Meg's hair, brushed aside a small table's knick knacks, and bent her over the top. "I'm going to fuck you, my little bitch," she cried.
Meg shouted with pleasure, and her mistress pushed up the back of her dress and pulled her underwear down and away. Using her fingers to rub Meg's wet, dripping pussy, she coated her hard cock with Meg's juices and placed the tip of her dick against her quivering pussy lips. "I'm just the woman to fuck you," she declared. Then she slid her long cock deeply into Meg's tight cunt.
Meg cried out, with great pleasure. Her mistress pounded her pussy, thrusting in and out of her with reckless abandon. Meg moaned and screamed, and took it. Before she knew it, she felt a larger pair of hands grabbing her hair. Looking up, she saw Ian naked before her, his dick hard in front of her face. He pressed the tip against her lips, rubbing his drizzling pre-cum all over her lips. With a grin, he pushed his cock into her mouth, and she sucked and licked him as her dark-haired mistress fucked her long and hard from behind.
It slowly became almost too much to take. And as the dark-haired woman reached around and rubbed and pinched Meg's swollen clit, Meg felt a powerful orgasm rise up inside her. Her mistress seemed to sense this and fucked her ever harder, calling her dirty names as she did. Harder and harder they fucked and when Meg reached her climax, she spit out Ian's cock and cried out, her body shuddering, her toes curling.
When she was able to open her eyes, she saw Ian standing before her, strocking his still-erect cock, his grin wide across his face. Slowly, her mistress withdrew her hard dick from behind, and cleared her throat. "You know what I want to do now? " she said.
"What?" Meg breathed, her heart still pounding hard in her chest.
"I wanna wipe that stupid grin off your boyfriend's face."
Meg looked up at Ian and saw that the grin in question had vanished. "Huh?" he said.
"You heard me little bitch boy," the dark-haired woman said. She went over, grabbed him by the hair and shoved him, crudely, to his knees. "I think you need to lick your sweet girl's pussy off my dick!" Before he could protest, she shoved her cock into his mouth, and began fucking his face.
Meg could hardly believe her eyes. Straightening up to get a better look, she watched the woman's sweaty ass from behind as it gyrated and fucked, and she observed that Ian's own cock was still erect, despite his feeble protestations. Before she knew it, her mistress pulled him up, then shoved him back over the same table where she had fucked Meg. Pushing him on to his back, giving his hard cock a token stroke, she spread his legs and shouted for lube.
Meg scurried away and brought back the lube, squirting a nice amount on her mistress' outstretched palm. The woman rubbed it all over her rock-hard cock then pushed the tip of her dick against his hole. "Such a nice little bitch boy," she said. With that, she slowly worked her dick into his ass. Ian let out a gasp.
She began fucking him slowly, increasing her speed as his own cock pressed upwards, harder. Meg loved the very sight of it all, and she reached out and grabbed Ian's dick, stroking it with each thrust of her lusty mistress into his ass. Ian moaned, his back arching.
The dark-eyed mistress thrust ever harder, her cock ramming poor Ian's ass. He began shouting out that he was going to cum, so Meg bent down and shoved his cock into her mouth. With a shout, Ian came deeply down her throat, and she greedily swallowed all of his hot, salty cum.
Screaming with pleasure, her mistress withdrew from his ass and shot her cum forth, spraying Meg and Ian with her seed. Then she collapsed upon them, spent.
For several minutes nothing was said. No one moved a muscle.
Straightening up, Meg looked at the two of them. "So, what does a chick have to do to get a drink around here?"
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