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It fell in slow motion, the last drop of salty sweat onto her writhing torso. Announcing my climax, I withdrew. Her fingers replaced my girth, a distraction as I felt his strong grip. Staring into my eyes, my desperate need for relief amused her. His firm grasp stroked my shaft and provoked the savage need from my loins. Softly squeezing my balls, I buckled in orgasm. Amidst the sounds of sex, my groans were the loudest and the long pulses of release quivered through me.
Free of them both, the alacrity of what happened hit me hard. My lust laid as slashes of pearly essence on her stomach up to her breasts. Turning to face my provocateur, the urbane-faced man grinned with a leer, and caught off guard, I smiled back.
Gazing vacantly into the distance, her toned thighs rested upon mine. She laid motionless, lipstick smeared around her bee-stung lips, and her vampish mascara smudged. Her breathing uneven and the delicate nostrils of her upturned nose flared for air. Staring at her breasts, I admired how they melded into her torso, her pink areola scrunched into two rivet-shaped nubs. The scallop of her abdomen rose and fell. My gaze travelled to the delicate flare of her seductive hips and lingered at the scarlet gape of her sex.
In the torpid air and half-light, strangers groaned and gasped in their acts of coitus; anything goes, and still went on around me.
I never planned to fuck her and its enormity hit me hard. Internalising my alarm, she looked content enough. Raising a slender arm, elegant fingers teased my nipple and snapped me out of my concern. Automatically, my eyes closed and I growled softly. She knew enough to know what aroused me. Motionless, I let her fingers meander, the expectation built until she held the half-leaden weight of my shaft. Our eyes met, her expression etched with that same lascivious look that entrapped me. I felt its seduction again as she cupped my balls.
“Er ist ein guter Fick,” she hissed breathlessly.
Confused, I looked at him, he smiled kindly and nodded, “She likes you, you are a good fuck.”
Raising my eyebrows, I swallowed and nodded once. Unable to divert my eyes away from his, I wrestled with the half-certainty of my feelings.
“I like you too,” he added and I felt the embers inside me flicker into life.
She would see it, what happened next. My vision blurred as he loomed over me. I felt its heat on my lips and without a second thought, his velvet soft steel slid into my willing mouth. I imagined this moment in many daydreams, I wanted this right up until the point it might happen. My nerves did not rouse themselves, the situation too alien to comprehend. This was animal; they were not friends nor even acquaintances. In thirty minutes, we went from coy admiration to hostages of lust. I did not know his name and I did not know hers either. A stranger pushed his erect cock into my mouth and my body sang.
A hand, large, held me in place by the back of my head. His girth pressed deeper and with a snort of air, my lips closed around him. I sucked, made a gentle vacuum and he groaned. His hips determined the pace; my static mouth the orifice for his pleasure. Combined with the masculine scent of shower gel on his skin, I surrendered to him.
Her long piano fingers tightened around my burgeoning length. They knew I liked it; the ferocity of my erection matched the one that rifled my mouth.
“Ja, lutsche seinen Schwanz,” the lilt of her voice purred every jagged syllable.
“Yes, suck my cock,” his tone weak and airy.
Licking around the head, I taunted him for more and got it. I felt the ridge of his glorious cock and teased it with my tongue. He fed me, a little deeper each time, until the spasm of my throat made him bellow loudly. I choked a little and he withdrew, next time, he pressed a little harder until I gagged. I explored him, eyes closed, the smooth heat of his taut sac, the swell of his perineum to the girth of his shaft.
I came here fuelled by my own curiosity; I recalled how I stood at the door of the sauna, looked through the window, and they were there. A towel hid my modesty. I counted to three, sighed heavily for courage, and stepped in. Summoning the last scraps of impulse, I dropped the towel, sat down, and met their gaze.
Now I was here, I fucked a beautiful stranger. Now she watched as I sucked her lover’s beautiful cock.
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Four blurry neon digits snapped into view, the hues of a verdant meadow, zero, eight, one, three. I had enough time to get to my meeting.
My body bore the aches of my labours, once limber muscles felt taut and worn. Stretching out in bed, I enjoyed the luxurious caress of my naked skin against the cotton sheets. Pulling back the duvet, it poked up rigid from my loins. I touched it, held it, and gauged its strength. Indulging myself, I savoured the vivid memories of last night.
The pungent scent of wild rose wafted from joss sticks. Mixed with her perfume, woody and powerful, her lips pressed against me. Hunting, her tongue slid into my mouth, a flagrant provocation as soft hands explored my naked body.
Her hair, bobbed in loose blonde trestles, softened her strong jawline and feline cheeks. Holding my erection, I recalled her hourglass figure, kissed her elegant neck, broad shoulders, and pristine honey-coloured skin. I captured the deep cups of her breasts, the tight cinch of her waist and the flare of those delicious loins. My hands felt every curve and created unforgettable memories etched powerfully by lust.
His steely features, and the authority in his voice; his body, taut with formidable musculature. Sinews that tightened with every movement and how I revelled in his latent power. His touch, firm yet tender, how he directed me, strong and demanding. The first time I held it, I revelled in every meandering vein of his beautiful shaved length. Chunky, curved gently, so warm yet velvet soft with tight heavy balls.
He fucked her from behind, doggy-style with me underneath. The sight overwhelmed me, fine labial lips tight around his majestic girth. Her mouth taunted me as I licked her clitoris and length. Groaning loudly, he fucked my mouth to stifle my moans. Sucking eagerly, the bittersweet confection of her juices hit the back of my throat. He groaned and hissed something Germanic loudly. It fuelled her attention on me. The cool air hit my saliva-coated cock and I shuddered as the heat of her mouth took my entire length.
Tension rose from the pit of my stomach into my perineum. I felt so swollen, the stout rigidity before the storm. She knew and redoubled her efforts, my muffled cries barely carried as I trembled. Undaunted, she would not relent and he demanded my release. Meekly, I gave in to the silken heat that engulfed my spewing cock.
Alone, the sound of lips smacked and I watched. She came down, laid beside me, and caressed my face tenderly. The graze of her lips upon mine carried the taste of my essence. She purred into my mouth as his strong hands signalled for me to move.
Rearranging our tryst, she took to her haunches and battered his body with lunges that slapped noisily against him. Inspired by her assertiveness and sight of the half-lit orgy around us, my erection grew in minutes. Now, she beckoned me to kneel alongside him. At that moment, our stare became knowledge. She watched avidly at that moment when feverish desire became ecstasy. I felt the warmth of his mouth and gasped. Maintaining eye contact, she groaned, as he took more and more. The draft of his soft mouth drew out a repetitive groan and the slow rocking of my hips. For how long I was there, I could not recall, everything around me disappeared.
She slowed, looped her arm around my neck, and kissed me longingly. My hand grazed her mons and fast fingers skidded against her rigid clitoris. The sobbing came, rising in volume until it transformed into the sharp yelps of her profound climax.
She eased from him and his erection slapped against his loins. Her solitary finger beckoned me down before him.
Prostrate before us, we looked up and met his gaze. Goading him to release, two tongues flicked and danced over his shaft, each mouth savoured her juices. I stroked him to completion and his climax shook the bed. Growling loudly, cum looped in wild splashes onto his chiselled torso and she kissed it from him. I met her lips to indulge in the flavours of another man’s semen; he tasted sublime.
My turn came next; they lifted my thighs and exposed me to their mercy. Exploring with their tongues, I clutched at the satin sheet with clenched fists. The jamboree of soft light, the background ebb and flow of bass and groaning. Rimmed, sucked, their mouths drove me to the brink of insanity and a headrush of shallow breaths.
Tongues, lips, fingers teased me, the engorged maximum of my penis stoked by his firm grasp and an unknown finger pressed deep inside. I considered it, the desire to feel him fuck me. She looked into my eyes and telepathically, I think she knew it too. She offered me two fingers, saturated with her juices to suck. Her hand behind her lover’s head pushed down to take more. Her eyes locked on mine with a wistful smile on her beautiful face. Toying with my nipples and his lavish attention to my cock and arse, they tipped me over the edge.
The unbearable need to climax left me wretched, I felt it rise. Not a sudden rush but slow and fleeting. In tiny increments, it built, its certainty never guaranteed. Trembling through my thighs and into my hips, my abdomen tensed and shook. I could not relax until it vented and as a tight spring, it uncoiled clumsily. I bellowed hard and his lips wrapped around me. I flexed tight, back curved high, and felt the lustful belts with heartfelt sobs of relief. Collapsing limply into the bed, she pressed her mouth to his. She pored over my exhausted body, came to me, and shared it with a soft kiss.
I stood on jelly legs, smiled weakly, and held up my hand as the only parting gesture. She was not done with him, I knew that look well enough now. He looked grateful and winked playfully. Turning my back, I held the towel in my hand and walked from the room. I had my fun and followed the dim uplighters and signs towards the showers.
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I eased into the hotel bed and luxuriated in the deep warmth, a pool of semen on my stomach. Last night was a need for abandon, a night of recklessness in my world of boring normality. I slept well, very well and enjoyed the blissful contentment of being truly sated.
I went there driven by a powerful curiosity, nothing more than to quell the voyeur that dwelled under the surface of my respectable façade. As lust corroded my resolve, it became an itch to scratch. The visual and aural assault of the sights before me dissolved my inhibitions - Berlin, the connoisseur’s city of choice for perversions of the flesh.
Today, I would re-join the world, meetings, and then a client dinner. Back to normality, and tonight, good food and wine in an upmarket restaurant. it promised to be a fine, warm day too.
I felt a different edge to my need. I closed my eyes and vowed to seize it. I would date again and not chase the phantoms of my fantasies. Smiling, last night was perfect, no need to ruin it with my silent lie.
Looking to the pedestal, I focussed on the tiny white card propped against the lamp. Scribbled digits, a date and time promised more.
I would be there and that was the truth; maybe I would get to know their names.
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