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Enjoy- fantasy drawn from a couple of hot experiences and a story a girl told me...a black SoCal girl.
20 Group Orgasm
After taking a very nice ‘vanilla’ looking black woman named Tameesha home, and following a very hot three-way with a generally anonymous black guy she’d met on a chat line, I was invited to play with her and her brother, Keenan. I was skeptical regrading her in an i****tual situation, but went with it. After some more hot D/s play, in which I was submissive to both Tameesha and Keenan, I watched as the sub switched to Dominate his deceptively sexy sister and had me also top her and force her to orgasm. Now, her brother, with a modicum of drama, suggested that I should be introduced to Tameesha’s husband. In the entry way I had seen family photos and now knew Tameesha was married to a white man and had a nice looking healthy family. But right now, her family was supposed to be gone. I concluded it to be a white-lie, because now we were headed into the basement where Keenan had indicated I was to meet Tamesha’s “bitch of a husband.”
A short walk down stairs for me, and a painful, degrading crawl for Tameesha, and we arrived at a sliding door to a custom-built room inside the basement. Keenan opened it up and I saw the left side of the same white man from the “normal” photos in the entry way, except that he now was wearing a silky “Zorro” mask tied around his head at eye-level. He was a white twenty or maybe thirty-something male, sitting face up and masked, but strapped to a slanted padded maroon-colored real medical exam table. His legs were spread open like a gyno-exam and a dildo on a machine was working in and out of his ass. His hands were cuffed to the table on the side-bars and his cock was in a cock-cage. A shiny pool of cum extended outward around his cock and more cum drooled below the caged cockhead. He looked intently at the big-screen television in front of him, breathing in time with the fuck-machine’s cycle. I saw in one of the many mirrors in the room the screen was playing interracial gang-bang porn, but a second look showed it to be a white guy being gang-banged by a bunch of thug-looking black guys. The situation in the porn seemed hot – a group of gangstas car-jacking and r****g a white guy in an alley…I wondered how much it turned on Tameesha’s husband… I thought to myself, suburban, mixed-race freaks that probably appear to be totally vanilla, no totally boring, everyday people.
Tameesha’s husband looked up from the movie and smiled in surprise at the sight of Keenan holding Tameesha’s leash. Then his expression changed to bewilderment as he noticed me standing with my cock creating a tent in the front of my miniskirt right behind her.
Keenan took Tameesha deeper into the sex room and over to another padded sex-table that was obviously home made and put together very well. The table was perpendicular to the maroon exam table, sort of in a position of be watched by the person on the gyno-table. The walls were covered with mirrors and there were three sex apparatus on top on a rubber-matted floor. There was the medical gyno-examination table that Tameesha’s husband was on and leaning back against, a black leather “fuck swing,” and the heavy wooden fuck-table Tameesha was about to be put on. The table was impressive and was built for stability, access, and durability. The table was all black and had professional-looking upholstery riveted on the top and sides of it. There was a head-sized glory hole cut through the bed-portion of the table. There were tons of eye-bolts on each side and the table had about four extra legs on the foot-end. I looked again, yes, too many legs. Then, I deliciously surmised that the table was designed to articulate in such manner that the person strapped to it could have their legs spread wide, beginning at their lower back, thus exposing their ass also, and could then be fucked hard. Fuck, yessss I thought.
In front of the examination table a fuck-machine was turned on and slowly forcing another realistic-looking chocolate colored dildo into Tameesha’s husband. A nearly continuous flow of semen seeped out of the cock-cage and down onto the table and the floor. He had clearly cum several times... at least anal-orgasms, which are amazing, but nowhere near as draining as cock orgasms.
Keenan turned off the porn and readied the mini camera to focus on the articulated table with the husband’s table in the background. He put Tameesha over the short axis of the rectangular table and fastened the leash to an eye-ring and then rotated her onto the length facing up. He said in a dark voice, looking at the white husband, “So, change of plans bitch-boy. Your whore of a wife, my fucking sister brought back a white tranny whore instead of a big black Mandingo stud. But ‘dat’s ok, we all gonna get fucked just right,” then looked over at me and said, “You especially gurlie boy-whore…” Edwin, clearly in control now, turned to his sister and then looked at me and said in a commanding voice, “Yeah…’dis gonna be a good night...White gurlie-boy-whore, what’s your name?”
“Rebeca,” I replied in my best femme voice.
“Oh yeah? You a hot little white faggy-bitch, go on over in front of Tameesha and feed that white-bitch cock of yours to her in front of her husband. Really jam it into her throat…”
I stood right in front of her and pulled her just over the end of the table so her head would droop down into perfect throat-fuck position. I watched myself and Tameesha in the mirror as this obviously intelligent and prosperous “normal woman” began sucking my hard-white cock like the freakish sex-slave she had now become. I felt a very perverse dominant joy, but it was soon dispelled. I saw as Keenan came around to Tameesha’s spread legs and finished the process of strapping her down. He leaned in and whispered something to her, and then went over to the husband and whispered what appeared to be the same thing into the husband’s ear. Then he came around in back of me and kneeled. I felt his tongue penetrate my ass-cunt. His tongue was very strong and pierced me perfectly.
Keenan said, “Bitch, you been fucked already ain’t you?”
I had slumped a bit forward with his tongue teasing my soft boycunt. “Yes, I have been fucked today,” I admitted.
“Well, one more time ought to be just fine then.” He stood and pushed my ass apart and put his long thick cock in my ass. With me standing up I was able to keep him from going too far up and slamming my colon curve that was already bruised from the another black-cock fuck.
“Mmmmmm, yess…Tight white pussy-boy ass. Not many things better than that. Not many things better, ‘cept my sister’s fucking mouth…right white whore-boy?”
“Ahh! Uhhhh, yess! Your sister is incredible!”
Keenan fucked me deep and slow and said outrageous things. Racist, totally hot and totally wrong things that should never be written, but at the time were insanely hot. “She’s got a great mouth on her doesn’t she white bitch? She’s a bad little sister for marrying a wimpy white bitch-man…she deserves to be used and abused like a cocksucking bitch doesn’t she?”
I could say nothing. I felt his cock pushing up and into my own through my ass-cunt. I love that feeling and it is usually a sure sign that I am about to cum.
“Well? Don’t she white tranny bitch?”
“Haaaaa,” I breathed out. I managed to moan, and paraphrased something revolting that Keenan had already declared bout his sister, “She’s a hot fucking black whore cocksucker!”
Tameesha, still wearing the strap-on dildo, squirmed just right, side to side, to slam herself into an orgasm with my cock in her mouth.
Keenan saw this and in a surprised tone said in between pounding my ass deep, “Well…” -slam- “you” -slam-“learn”-slam- “something”-slam- “new”-slam “every”-slam “day” slam, and then a deep hold. Then in quick succession, slam, slam, slam, and another hold, his thick black cock buried to the hilt deep in me. I felt his cock flex and heard that familiar change in his breathing. He was cumming. As he throbbed inside me, his cock pulsed deeper into me and then backed off, each time popping my g-spot. Tamessha knew what was occurring and swirled my cock and tightened her lips around the base of my cock. I began to cum. Then Tamessha’s husband, somehow now free of the cock-cage and stroking his ample eight inches or so, exploded, shooting his cum almost onto his chin.. Finally, not to be left out, Tameesha’s gyrations paid off. She screamed into my cock, her crotch draining out even more girl-squirt.
We all came at the same time.
My seven and a half inch clean-cut super hard and ample fuck-muscle throbbed hard and spewed cum into Tameesha’s wanton mouth. My contractions around Keenan’s hard black cock deep up my ass made him keep erupting. I uttered “Fucking Whore” as I came and Tameesha rolled to the left a bit and triggered another dildo-base-rubbing-her-clit orgasm.
Keenan thrusted up and into me deep, as he shifted his grip from my hips to a bear-hug and sleeper-hold around my neck as he pumped me deep a few more times. He came hard and pounded me a few times hard and fast. Tameesha’s mouth rolled around on my cock and drew out all of the cum I still had.
I moaned in my femme voice and leaned back against Keenan, thrusting my cock into Tameesha’s throat. He shifted his grip again down to my silicon falsies and held them tight as he deep-fucked me a last few times, indirectly choking his sister with my white cock. He pulled out and released my tits. As he pulled out I reached forward and pulled Tameesha into my cock using her hair. She moaned and writhed in orgasm. I let go, pulling out of her throat, and heard a great gasp of air as Tameesha kept from passing out with my cock choking her. I reached forward and held myself up and caught my breath as Tameesha breathed a few times and my cock began to soften. Keenan slowly pulled out of me, creating another orgasmic pop in my ass. He paused and I looked over to see him jack his ample cock a few times before he let go and came around to free Tameesha.
About a minute later Tameesha sat up and then stood, looking at me with an evil and tight-lipped grin. I returned her grin, though I didn’t quite realize the situation…or the grin. She turned and strutted very slowly over to her husband. He watched her approach and he closed his eyes tightly as she drew in a deep breath through her nose. Tameesha looked up into the mirror at me and with violent force jutted forward and spit my cum all over her husband’s pale white face and neck. She repeated this a few times and then smiled at first looking at my eyes, and then over at Keenan. Her husband was all but covered in shiny Rebeca-cum…
Keenan said, in a mellow deep voice, “Fuck, my sister’s hot.”
Tameesha escorted me back downstairs about ten minutes after the four-way orgasm we’d all had to say good night to Keenan and her husband. Tameesha’s husband was still masked but was no longer strapped into the table and the fuck machine was off. Keenan was now totally naked and damp from a shower he had just finished. He was a powerfully built man and I found myself wanting his cock, despite having just been fucked and with no hope of getting myself hard or cumming anytime soon.
Tameesha said facing her cum-covered husband, and then panning over to Keenan, “So, Rebeca has to head out. I just wanted for her to say good bye to you.”
Keenan stopped toweling himself off and reached over to give me a full hug. “You are incredible. Most gurls like you can’t take my cock like that. You are fantastic! By the way, I didn’t really mean that racist shit I said while we were fucking, you are fucking hot,” then paused and said, “Well, I mostly didn't mean it. I mean I'm still pretty sure your white hill-billy daddy or someone else taught you to be a really hot little whore.”
“Thanks, you're not too far off. You are all incredible,” I declared, figuring that Tameesha would tell him how I got started the next time she made him eat out her cunt.
Tameesha said, bundling her crimson-goddess clad body into a pink furry prudish bathrobe, “Okay, well, let’s get you on your way Rebeca. Keenan honey, please let my husband off the table and get him to bed. He has a big day at work tomorrow.”
I was amazed at how hot this experience had been. My ass quivered and pulsed, nearly cramping a few times as we walked upstairs.
Tameesha took me by the arm and led me outside saying, “You were amazing in the van and even more amazing back here. I wish we had more time to play tonight, but work is coming in the morning.”
I had to ask, “Is that really your husband and really your brother?”
Tameesha smiled and nodded with a smile. “Yes, that is Robert Rothman, my one and only Bobby-boy, and that is Keenan, my older brother. Believe it or not, he never touched me as a k**, not once. We just woke up one time last year and went at it…and then didn’t really stop. Now my Bobby-boy is a cuckhold most of the time, and loves it… Every once in a while, we all find time to play together and give each other what we need and want. We call it “taking care of our needs”…and it is sooo much fun.”
“That sounds amazing,” I said. “So, is cuckholding your thing?”
Tameesha looked up at the starry sky and seemed to consider my question a moment and then said, “I dunno, maybe, yes, I guess, I dunno. My thing is to tell a guy that I want to explore my wild side and have him impress me and then tell Keenan what happened while he’s fucking me in front of Robert. I really don’t know if it’s a cuckhold thing, but I love it when it works out for me to go fuck some strangers and then brag about it. Of course it’s even hotter when I can find someone open to coming back and being a play mate. And, there is more to them than you saw. They both love to fuck each other, pretty damn often - I swear, I've probably walked in of one of them topping the other about a hundred times. They switch the Dom and sub thing too. But I think the hottest things happen when I come home with a freshly-fucked pussy or better yet, another playmate.
“Wow, that is pretty fucking hot,” I commented.
“My brother said he was always hot for me and last year when we finally went all the way Robert actually caught us and watched until we were done and then, well, you know, he had no complaints, so we’ve been doing this ever since whenever the k**s are gone.”
“What about Don?” I asked about the guy she and I had a three-way with.
“Don who? Nah, just k**ding, Don was just some guy I met online about two hours before Keenan got off work and Robert got home. We weren’t planning any of this group play, well maybe ‘cept me sucking off Keenan in front of Robert or a big **** scene with me in the center…but this worked out perfectly.”
I thanked her and we kissed before I got in my car. We exchanged numbers and made promises to catch up sometime…
Twelve hours later, just before a working lunch that was scheduled as part of the business deal closure, a younger executive of the company firmly shook my hand and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Robert Rothman, I hope we can help take care of your needs.”
I smiled, recognizing him at last, and said, “I’m sure you can take care of our needs…”
20 Group Orgasm
After taking a very nice ‘vanilla’ looking black woman named Tameesha home, and following a very hot three-way with a generally anonymous black guy she’d met on a chat line, I was invited to play with her and her brother, Keenan. I was skeptical regrading her in an i****tual situation, but went with it. After some more hot D/s play, in which I was submissive to both Tameesha and Keenan, I watched as the sub switched to Dominate his deceptively sexy sister and had me also top her and force her to orgasm. Now, her brother, with a modicum of drama, suggested that I should be introduced to Tameesha’s husband. In the entry way I had seen family photos and now knew Tameesha was married to a white man and had a nice looking healthy family. But right now, her family was supposed to be gone. I concluded it to be a white-lie, because now we were headed into the basement where Keenan had indicated I was to meet Tamesha’s “bitch of a husband.”
A short walk down stairs for me, and a painful, degrading crawl for Tameesha, and we arrived at a sliding door to a custom-built room inside the basement. Keenan opened it up and I saw the left side of the same white man from the “normal” photos in the entry way, except that he now was wearing a silky “Zorro” mask tied around his head at eye-level. He was a white twenty or maybe thirty-something male, sitting face up and masked, but strapped to a slanted padded maroon-colored real medical exam table. His legs were spread open like a gyno-exam and a dildo on a machine was working in and out of his ass. His hands were cuffed to the table on the side-bars and his cock was in a cock-cage. A shiny pool of cum extended outward around his cock and more cum drooled below the caged cockhead. He looked intently at the big-screen television in front of him, breathing in time with the fuck-machine’s cycle. I saw in one of the many mirrors in the room the screen was playing interracial gang-bang porn, but a second look showed it to be a white guy being gang-banged by a bunch of thug-looking black guys. The situation in the porn seemed hot – a group of gangstas car-jacking and r****g a white guy in an alley…I wondered how much it turned on Tameesha’s husband… I thought to myself, suburban, mixed-race freaks that probably appear to be totally vanilla, no totally boring, everyday people.
Tameesha’s husband looked up from the movie and smiled in surprise at the sight of Keenan holding Tameesha’s leash. Then his expression changed to bewilderment as he noticed me standing with my cock creating a tent in the front of my miniskirt right behind her.
Keenan took Tameesha deeper into the sex room and over to another padded sex-table that was obviously home made and put together very well. The table was perpendicular to the maroon exam table, sort of in a position of be watched by the person on the gyno-table. The walls were covered with mirrors and there were three sex apparatus on top on a rubber-matted floor. There was the medical gyno-examination table that Tameesha’s husband was on and leaning back against, a black leather “fuck swing,” and the heavy wooden fuck-table Tameesha was about to be put on. The table was impressive and was built for stability, access, and durability. The table was all black and had professional-looking upholstery riveted on the top and sides of it. There was a head-sized glory hole cut through the bed-portion of the table. There were tons of eye-bolts on each side and the table had about four extra legs on the foot-end. I looked again, yes, too many legs. Then, I deliciously surmised that the table was designed to articulate in such manner that the person strapped to it could have their legs spread wide, beginning at their lower back, thus exposing their ass also, and could then be fucked hard. Fuck, yessss I thought.
In front of the examination table a fuck-machine was turned on and slowly forcing another realistic-looking chocolate colored dildo into Tameesha’s husband. A nearly continuous flow of semen seeped out of the cock-cage and down onto the table and the floor. He had clearly cum several times... at least anal-orgasms, which are amazing, but nowhere near as draining as cock orgasms.
Keenan turned off the porn and readied the mini camera to focus on the articulated table with the husband’s table in the background. He put Tameesha over the short axis of the rectangular table and fastened the leash to an eye-ring and then rotated her onto the length facing up. He said in a dark voice, looking at the white husband, “So, change of plans bitch-boy. Your whore of a wife, my fucking sister brought back a white tranny whore instead of a big black Mandingo stud. But ‘dat’s ok, we all gonna get fucked just right,” then looked over at me and said, “You especially gurlie boy-whore…” Edwin, clearly in control now, turned to his sister and then looked at me and said in a commanding voice, “Yeah…’dis gonna be a good night...White gurlie-boy-whore, what’s your name?”
“Rebeca,” I replied in my best femme voice.
“Oh yeah? You a hot little white faggy-bitch, go on over in front of Tameesha and feed that white-bitch cock of yours to her in front of her husband. Really jam it into her throat…”
I stood right in front of her and pulled her just over the end of the table so her head would droop down into perfect throat-fuck position. I watched myself and Tameesha in the mirror as this obviously intelligent and prosperous “normal woman” began sucking my hard-white cock like the freakish sex-slave she had now become. I felt a very perverse dominant joy, but it was soon dispelled. I saw as Keenan came around to Tameesha’s spread legs and finished the process of strapping her down. He leaned in and whispered something to her, and then went over to the husband and whispered what appeared to be the same thing into the husband’s ear. Then he came around in back of me and kneeled. I felt his tongue penetrate my ass-cunt. His tongue was very strong and pierced me perfectly.
Keenan said, “Bitch, you been fucked already ain’t you?”
I had slumped a bit forward with his tongue teasing my soft boycunt. “Yes, I have been fucked today,” I admitted.
“Well, one more time ought to be just fine then.” He stood and pushed my ass apart and put his long thick cock in my ass. With me standing up I was able to keep him from going too far up and slamming my colon curve that was already bruised from the another black-cock fuck.
“Mmmmmm, yess…Tight white pussy-boy ass. Not many things better than that. Not many things better, ‘cept my sister’s fucking mouth…right white whore-boy?”
“Ahh! Uhhhh, yess! Your sister is incredible!”
Keenan fucked me deep and slow and said outrageous things. Racist, totally hot and totally wrong things that should never be written, but at the time were insanely hot. “She’s got a great mouth on her doesn’t she white bitch? She’s a bad little sister for marrying a wimpy white bitch-man…she deserves to be used and abused like a cocksucking bitch doesn’t she?”
I could say nothing. I felt his cock pushing up and into my own through my ass-cunt. I love that feeling and it is usually a sure sign that I am about to cum.
“Well? Don’t she white tranny bitch?”
“Haaaaa,” I breathed out. I managed to moan, and paraphrased something revolting that Keenan had already declared bout his sister, “She’s a hot fucking black whore cocksucker!”
Tameesha, still wearing the strap-on dildo, squirmed just right, side to side, to slam herself into an orgasm with my cock in her mouth.
Keenan saw this and in a surprised tone said in between pounding my ass deep, “Well…” -slam- “you” -slam-“learn”-slam- “something”-slam- “new”-slam “every”-slam “day” slam, and then a deep hold. Then in quick succession, slam, slam, slam, and another hold, his thick black cock buried to the hilt deep in me. I felt his cock flex and heard that familiar change in his breathing. He was cumming. As he throbbed inside me, his cock pulsed deeper into me and then backed off, each time popping my g-spot. Tamessha knew what was occurring and swirled my cock and tightened her lips around the base of my cock. I began to cum. Then Tamessha’s husband, somehow now free of the cock-cage and stroking his ample eight inches or so, exploded, shooting his cum almost onto his chin.. Finally, not to be left out, Tameesha’s gyrations paid off. She screamed into my cock, her crotch draining out even more girl-squirt.
We all came at the same time.
My seven and a half inch clean-cut super hard and ample fuck-muscle throbbed hard and spewed cum into Tameesha’s wanton mouth. My contractions around Keenan’s hard black cock deep up my ass made him keep erupting. I uttered “Fucking Whore” as I came and Tameesha rolled to the left a bit and triggered another dildo-base-rubbing-her-clit orgasm.
Keenan thrusted up and into me deep, as he shifted his grip from my hips to a bear-hug and sleeper-hold around my neck as he pumped me deep a few more times. He came hard and pounded me a few times hard and fast. Tameesha’s mouth rolled around on my cock and drew out all of the cum I still had.
I moaned in my femme voice and leaned back against Keenan, thrusting my cock into Tameesha’s throat. He shifted his grip again down to my silicon falsies and held them tight as he deep-fucked me a last few times, indirectly choking his sister with my white cock. He pulled out and released my tits. As he pulled out I reached forward and pulled Tameesha into my cock using her hair. She moaned and writhed in orgasm. I let go, pulling out of her throat, and heard a great gasp of air as Tameesha kept from passing out with my cock choking her. I reached forward and held myself up and caught my breath as Tameesha breathed a few times and my cock began to soften. Keenan slowly pulled out of me, creating another orgasmic pop in my ass. He paused and I looked over to see him jack his ample cock a few times before he let go and came around to free Tameesha.
About a minute later Tameesha sat up and then stood, looking at me with an evil and tight-lipped grin. I returned her grin, though I didn’t quite realize the situation…or the grin. She turned and strutted very slowly over to her husband. He watched her approach and he closed his eyes tightly as she drew in a deep breath through her nose. Tameesha looked up into the mirror at me and with violent force jutted forward and spit my cum all over her husband’s pale white face and neck. She repeated this a few times and then smiled at first looking at my eyes, and then over at Keenan. Her husband was all but covered in shiny Rebeca-cum…
Keenan said, in a mellow deep voice, “Fuck, my sister’s hot.”
Tameesha escorted me back downstairs about ten minutes after the four-way orgasm we’d all had to say good night to Keenan and her husband. Tameesha’s husband was still masked but was no longer strapped into the table and the fuck machine was off. Keenan was now totally naked and damp from a shower he had just finished. He was a powerfully built man and I found myself wanting his cock, despite having just been fucked and with no hope of getting myself hard or cumming anytime soon.
Tameesha said facing her cum-covered husband, and then panning over to Keenan, “So, Rebeca has to head out. I just wanted for her to say good bye to you.”
Keenan stopped toweling himself off and reached over to give me a full hug. “You are incredible. Most gurls like you can’t take my cock like that. You are fantastic! By the way, I didn’t really mean that racist shit I said while we were fucking, you are fucking hot,” then paused and said, “Well, I mostly didn't mean it. I mean I'm still pretty sure your white hill-billy daddy or someone else taught you to be a really hot little whore.”
“Thanks, you're not too far off. You are all incredible,” I declared, figuring that Tameesha would tell him how I got started the next time she made him eat out her cunt.
Tameesha said, bundling her crimson-goddess clad body into a pink furry prudish bathrobe, “Okay, well, let’s get you on your way Rebeca. Keenan honey, please let my husband off the table and get him to bed. He has a big day at work tomorrow.”
I was amazed at how hot this experience had been. My ass quivered and pulsed, nearly cramping a few times as we walked upstairs.
Tameesha took me by the arm and led me outside saying, “You were amazing in the van and even more amazing back here. I wish we had more time to play tonight, but work is coming in the morning.”
I had to ask, “Is that really your husband and really your brother?”
Tameesha smiled and nodded with a smile. “Yes, that is Robert Rothman, my one and only Bobby-boy, and that is Keenan, my older brother. Believe it or not, he never touched me as a k**, not once. We just woke up one time last year and went at it…and then didn’t really stop. Now my Bobby-boy is a cuckhold most of the time, and loves it… Every once in a while, we all find time to play together and give each other what we need and want. We call it “taking care of our needs”…and it is sooo much fun.”
“That sounds amazing,” I said. “So, is cuckholding your thing?”
Tameesha looked up at the starry sky and seemed to consider my question a moment and then said, “I dunno, maybe, yes, I guess, I dunno. My thing is to tell a guy that I want to explore my wild side and have him impress me and then tell Keenan what happened while he’s fucking me in front of Robert. I really don’t know if it’s a cuckhold thing, but I love it when it works out for me to go fuck some strangers and then brag about it. Of course it’s even hotter when I can find someone open to coming back and being a play mate. And, there is more to them than you saw. They both love to fuck each other, pretty damn often - I swear, I've probably walked in of one of them topping the other about a hundred times. They switch the Dom and sub thing too. But I think the hottest things happen when I come home with a freshly-fucked pussy or better yet, another playmate.
“Wow, that is pretty fucking hot,” I commented.
“My brother said he was always hot for me and last year when we finally went all the way Robert actually caught us and watched until we were done and then, well, you know, he had no complaints, so we’ve been doing this ever since whenever the k**s are gone.”
“What about Don?” I asked about the guy she and I had a three-way with.
“Don who? Nah, just k**ding, Don was just some guy I met online about two hours before Keenan got off work and Robert got home. We weren’t planning any of this group play, well maybe ‘cept me sucking off Keenan in front of Robert or a big **** scene with me in the center…but this worked out perfectly.”
I thanked her and we kissed before I got in my car. We exchanged numbers and made promises to catch up sometime…
Twelve hours later, just before a working lunch that was scheduled as part of the business deal closure, a younger executive of the company firmly shook my hand and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Robert Rothman, I hope we can help take care of your needs.”
I smiled, recognizing him at last, and said, “I’m sure you can take care of our needs…”
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