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This is based on a fantasy I've had which would indulge me, give a girl her choice and give a great story to a stranger. If you're a female not too far from the Chicago area and want to roleplay it out with me, let me know.
The story of how I ended up in this hotel bar with my daughter’s best friend may be told another day.
What you need to know right now is the following:
There is a very pretty 23 year old woman across the table from me sipping an appletini. I’ve known her for about 15 years, but these adventures only started after she came back home from college last year. She’s wearing a tight red dress, shoulders exposed, and cut up to her mid thigh. She has red heels to match. At this point, I’m not sure if she’s wearing underwear, but there are no visible panty lines.
I have a bit of a voyeur fetish. Many times I just like to watch, sometimes I like to play along.
She craves attention and is an exhibitionist. She also has quite the sexual appetite.
Everything that could happen tonight is 100% up to her. She selects, approves, and goes with it unless she changes her mind. I won’t try to talk her into doing something she doesn’t want to do, and I will put a stop to anything she isn’t comfortable with. I will be taking the lead, but going off of her cues.
This is our third attempt at this scenario. It’s taboo. She’s not related to me, but looks enough like me that anyone would believe she’s mine. We’re in this hotel bar to find a guy with a room here that she’s interested in getting to know a little better. If things work out, we’ll all be in his room later. I’ll be in the chair watching and they’ll be in the bed, having a good time.
We first tried a couple weeks ago. We sat at the bar for a couple hours but no one came in of any interest to her. Last week was a little closer, but the guys she had an interest in just didn’t really play out.
This week there’s a convention in town and it looks like there are plenty of guys strolling in. Probably going to be our best shot at this tonight.
We continued our small talk at our table and eventually she looked at the corner of the bar and said “him.”
He appeared to be late 20’s or early 30’s. He came in about 20 minutes ago and had a couple conversations going, but was clearly not part of any of the conventioneer cliques. He was handsome with dark features, about 5’10”, maybe 6 feet tall and in pretty good shape. He was wearing jeans with nice shoes, and still in a button down company shirt from being on the show floor.
He did look over at her a couple times as he was shaking hands with the others after he came in. The second glance, then third shows he had an interest in her for sure.
We finished up our current drinks and then waited for him to get near the bottom of his. I grabbed her empty glass and my empty beer bottle and approached the bar. I got the bartender’s attention and ordered my next round.
He glanced over. I said “How’s it going tonight?”
“Good” he said.
“In town for the show?”
“Yeah, been here since Tuesday.” (It was Friday night).
“I’ve noticed you’re not really hanging out with all these other guys. I thought everyone at a convention hung out at the bar together after?”
“They do in sales. I’m more in shipping and and logistics. I’m just here for a couple seminars and to wander the floor not buying anything. How about you?
“We’re just having a couple drinks. I flew in for work and my girl goes to school over at the university. I’m in town, so we’re having a night out.” I put out my hand to shake his “Steve.”
He reached back “Chris.” He had a strong grip, but not overly aggressive. If all went well over the next hour or so, he could have a grip on her lovely 36C breasts in his room.
“Nice to meet you Chris. Listen, if you want, since it doesn’t look like you’re talking to anyone over here, you can come over to our table and chat with us for a while.”
He thought about it a second and said “oh, I don’t want to get in between your night out.”
I threw in the line you might hear from an ‘old man’. “It might be helpful if you stopped over, we’re running out of things to talk about. I’m 20 years older than her, we just don’t have that much in common to chat about when it comes to the world anymore, and besides, if you two are going to keep making eyes at each other, you may as well do it over there and talk to each other.”
I could tell he was caught off guard by my noticing they were getting all flirty eyed. He shook that off and said “well, if you don’t think I’ll interfere.”
“No way, please, help me.” The bartender returned with our drinks. I said “and one of whatever Chris is drinking here.”
The bartender returned with Steve’s beer and I paid for all three. We grabbed our drinks and went back to the table.
“Shelly, this is Chris, Chris, Shelly.” He put his drink in his left hand and shook hers with his right.
“Hi Chris, nice to meet you.” She said, so perfectly, and so at ease with what could happen tonight.
They took over the conversation. Talked about her time at college, music, sports. She asked him about his job and while he was spewing a bunch of numbers about shipping and what companies to use and weights and freight, her brown eyes showed so much interest in what he was saying. She made him feel like he had the most interesting job on the planet.
I went back to the bar for one more round. While I was waiting, I glanced over to see her laugh at something he said and make some contact with her leg against his. She was starting to get him used to the idea of touching her and it being ok.
We were nearly finished with our last round of drinks when she excused herself to the restroom. That was my cue that she was ready, and time for me to make a move.
“Chris” I said. “I think she likes you.”
He looked at me awkwardly and didn’t really know if he should say anything about her. I was enjoying making him uncomfortable so I kept saying things in a way he wouldn’t normally hear from a guy in my position. “We’re not like most families - we’re...closer than I most families are. I can make sure she makes you happy tonight, if you want. All you have to do is let me watch, maybe give some instructions.”
He was perplexed. I think he was hearing the words, but not quite processing what I was saying. I know I had him off guard, so I since I was having fun making him uncomfortable, I decided to be blunt too. “I’m asking if you’d like to fuck her.”
He was beat red. “Um…” his eyes shifted around like a cornered squirrel looking for a way out. “I think she’s very cute.”
“Chris, I know she’s cute - but that’s not the question I’m asking.”
“Well, uh, yeah - I would.” he finally said it, good for him.
“Alright then, here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to go to the bar for one more round of drinks and we’re going to take them up to your room. From there we’re just going to relax and have a good time. Sorry to make you uncomfortable, but it’s a touchy subject for some people. If I just come right out with it and you don’t run away, it’s a good sign.”
I let him be for a second to relax and get a grip on what was about to happen for him, while I went to the bar. Shelly returned and she gave me a knowing smile. I brought over the drinks. “Shelly, Chris was telling me he’s got a nice view from his room, he thought we should go take a look.”
“Really?” she said while looking at him. He smiled and nodded, and she stood up, took the drink from me and took his hand to pull him from the chair. “Well let’s take a walk, I want to see.”
We headed toward the elevators and up to Chris’ floor. This was a big hotel, so it was a bit of a walk to his room. He was mostly silent but she was upbeat and didn’t let go of his hand.
He opened the door to a basic room - king bed, desk, desk chair, arm chair, small table, and the standard issue hotel room lamps. I took a seat in the arm chair and set my drink on the table. Shelly walked to the window to see “the view” I made up. It actually was a pretty good view, facing a lit up, busy city with everyone starting their weekend.
Chris set his drink on the desk and took stood next to the open desk chair, he was clearly waiting to see if she wanted it. Shelly handed him her drink and walked back to the door. She flipped the lock, turned off the hallway light, and kicked off her shoes. “Did you tell Chris we’re close?”
“I did, but I skipped all the details. I think he gets the idea.”
She walked to Chris, took her drink from him, walked past the empty chair and came to sit on my lap. She took a sip and set it on the table next to mine. She cozied up against my chest and pulled her legs up. She may not have been mine, but it was a very familiar position for us.
“Go ahead and sit Chris, you’ll be more comfortable than you realize soon.” I said to him. He said, took another drink from his beer and sat as well.
“Honey, he looks kinda tense, why don’t you go rub his shoulders.” She sat up and walked behind him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and started to dig in with her fingers.
“Just relax man - we’re going to have a good time. Those guys downstairs are in sales, but you’re going to close the deal!” It was a lame attempt at a joke, but it broke some of his tension and you could see him start to ease up under her hands. She sensed it too and started to rub beyond his shoulders. She unbuttoned a couple buttons on his shirt and slid a hand down his chest. She leaned forward and kissed the side of his face, his cheek, then he turned toward her and kissed her mouth. Soon she moved around the chair in front of him, slid his legs apart and sat on his right leg. Her tight dress kept her legs together in between his knees. They made out in front of me for a couple minutes. He was being hesitant with his hands but she wanted him. She took his hand and put it on her hip. He moved it to her back and pulled her into him.
He was finally relaxed. I didn’t say anything and just let his hands work on her. First down her side, then down her leg. Soon he was touching her bare knee. The movement was turning her on and she was lightly moaning as they kissed. I was starting to be turned on as well, but didn’t make any effort to adjust myself, I just had another swig of my beer.
His hand was soon making its way up her inner thigh, under her dress. She spread her legs as much as she was able. Soon he stopped kissing her and his hand stopped. He gave her a look. I’m guessing no underwear tonight.
She removed his hand and she stood up. She unbuttoned his shirt the remainder of the way and removed it from him. Then the tshirt he was wearing underneath. He had a firm chest which was bare except for a little patch of hair on his breast bone. His arms were muscular well defined. Clearly he worked out on a regular basis. She moved to her knees and undid his belt, lowered his zipper and unbuttoned his pants. She slid them off his legs so that all remaining were a blue pair of boxer briefs. There was a little bulge movement when she moved her hands toward his waist. She grabbed the elastic band and pulled them down as well, exposing his dick to us. I knew she would like this one, a little better than 7”, cut and thicker. He wasn’t packing anything that would make him an instant porn star, but it was a little bigger than many (including mine, I can admit that), and she loved thickness in a cock.
Without hesitation she grabbed hold and put her lips on it. She kissed his shaft up and down and cupped his balls in her hand. He sighed from the pleasure and moaned a bit when she started to lick the tip. Then in one motion she took him completely in her mouth. She deepthroated him a few more times then sucked more around the tip again, till she popped him like a popsicle as she released her hold on him.
She stood up, and pulled him out of the chair. “Unzip me” she told him. She turned her back to him and he complied. She turned again and let her dress drop to the floor. She unhooked her bra in the back and let that fall as well. She was naked now as well. Beautiful as ever, she had a such nice tits with quarter sized areolas, her nipples were almost perfectly centered within them. She had a tight tummy that gave way to curvy hips and an amazing round ass.
She leaned in and kissed him again, then pulled him to the bed, where she layed on her back and opened her legs for him. He took the invitation and got down to eat her pussy. He buried his head between her legs, and kissed her lips and tongued her hole. She pulled him by his hair into her more and looked over at me. I smiled, grabbed my beer bottle and made a toasting motion to her pleasure. She smiled then gasped as he found her clit with his tongue. “yes!” she screamed out, “oh, yes!”
He knew what he was doing. She continued with a few “oh, god, yes” and some other expletives for the next few minutes. When she started to scream “don’t stop, please don’t stop!” I leaned over and pinched her nipple hard between my fingers, knowing that always sends her into nearly instant orgasm. She screamed as she came on his mouth. “Fuck me, now, Fuck me!”
I had already leaned back into the chair as he stood up. I wanted him to basically ignore me and have a good time with her, so I remained fairly still, and watched as he took his stiff, cock, now at a ¾ high erection and slid it into her.
He was really starting to get into it now, pounding her hard. He looked at me a couple times, so he clearly was no longer weirded out by it. After a couple of minutes I started telling them what to do.
“Shelly, turn over and let him see that ass of yours.” I said. She turned over on all fours and he grabbed hold. “Spank her ass” I said to Chris, and he did, a couple light slaps followed by a couple harder ones. “Ooooh” she let out on the last one. He grabbed his rock hard dick and directed himself into her dripping wet pussy once more.
He continued to thrust her and her moans were becoming more intense. It wasn’t long before she was letting us know she was about to cum. He carried on and kept up the pace, his thick cock was setting her off and buried her face into a pillow and screamed as he made her cum.
I kept directing the action. Her on top, some 69, I had him show me his favorite positions (he took her back to doggie and had her reverse cowgirl on him). I moved over to the desk chair so I could see her face as she was rocking on top of him. He couldn’t see me with her back blocking him. I motioned a “thumbs-up” and was questioning if it was all good. She gave a verbal “oh, god, yes!”, which made him grab her hips and start controlling the thrusts as he would arch into her.
I’d had my fill of watching her at this point. I took off my clothes, and told her to get back on all fours, facing me on the bed. She took my dick and started to suck me. He got on his knees behind her and continued to fuck her. We spitroasted her for a little while longer before Chris told us he was getting ready to cum.
“On her tits then” I had Shelly get on her back, lying between us. I was to her left, still standing, he remained on the bed to her right. While he started to stroke himself, I reached between her legs and fingered her clit. I moved my fingers up and down, gliding easily with as wet as she was.
“I’m going to cum” Chris said - and aimed at her chest. His first spurt landed close then he exploded across her chest, 5 or 6 good pumps of cum before it was dripping from the tip of his cock. With me fingering her, the cum hitting her tits sent her over the edge and came hard. She’s not a squirter, but my hand was soaked from the flood of juices that flowed when she came hard.
“I’m ready” I told her. She gripped my dick in her hand and with only a few strokes I was cumming on her tits as well. By the time I was done, Shelly was a sticky mess, her chest was spotted with our semen like the canvas of Pollock painting.
Chris snagged a couple towels from the bathroom. I leaned toward Shelly “Thank you for this” She smiled and said “no. Thank you.”
She got up and went to the bathroom to finish cleaning off. Chris and I got dressed and I finished off my beer. “Fun times, right?”
“Unbelievable” he replied.
“Are you in town thru the weekend?” I asked and he said he was. “You gave her quite the workout, I bet she comes back.”
“Are you talking about me?” Shelly yelled from the bathroom.
“I was just telling Chris, if he’s up for it, you’d probably be back before he leaves.” I shouted back.
She stepped out and turned off the light in the bathroom. “Um, I was planning on coming back for the weekend!” she said with a bit of a laugh.
“Can you handle another night with her?”
Chris said he was going to ask if she’d come back anyway. She finished getting dressed, gave him another kiss and we left, Her hair was a bit messy, and she carried her shoes to the elevator.
She did go back, and spent the night with him. In the morning she gave him the low down on what we were pulling, so he knew what was going on. They still keep in touch and he’s looking forward to next year’s convention, to get a little more time with her (and maybe the both of us).
The story of how I ended up in this hotel bar with my daughter’s best friend may be told another day.
What you need to know right now is the following:
There is a very pretty 23 year old woman across the table from me sipping an appletini. I’ve known her for about 15 years, but these adventures only started after she came back home from college last year. She’s wearing a tight red dress, shoulders exposed, and cut up to her mid thigh. She has red heels to match. At this point, I’m not sure if she’s wearing underwear, but there are no visible panty lines.
I have a bit of a voyeur fetish. Many times I just like to watch, sometimes I like to play along.
She craves attention and is an exhibitionist. She also has quite the sexual appetite.
Everything that could happen tonight is 100% up to her. She selects, approves, and goes with it unless she changes her mind. I won’t try to talk her into doing something she doesn’t want to do, and I will put a stop to anything she isn’t comfortable with. I will be taking the lead, but going off of her cues.
This is our third attempt at this scenario. It’s taboo. She’s not related to me, but looks enough like me that anyone would believe she’s mine. We’re in this hotel bar to find a guy with a room here that she’s interested in getting to know a little better. If things work out, we’ll all be in his room later. I’ll be in the chair watching and they’ll be in the bed, having a good time.
We first tried a couple weeks ago. We sat at the bar for a couple hours but no one came in of any interest to her. Last week was a little closer, but the guys she had an interest in just didn’t really play out.
This week there’s a convention in town and it looks like there are plenty of guys strolling in. Probably going to be our best shot at this tonight.
We continued our small talk at our table and eventually she looked at the corner of the bar and said “him.”
He appeared to be late 20’s or early 30’s. He came in about 20 minutes ago and had a couple conversations going, but was clearly not part of any of the conventioneer cliques. He was handsome with dark features, about 5’10”, maybe 6 feet tall and in pretty good shape. He was wearing jeans with nice shoes, and still in a button down company shirt from being on the show floor.
He did look over at her a couple times as he was shaking hands with the others after he came in. The second glance, then third shows he had an interest in her for sure.
We finished up our current drinks and then waited for him to get near the bottom of his. I grabbed her empty glass and my empty beer bottle and approached the bar. I got the bartender’s attention and ordered my next round.
He glanced over. I said “How’s it going tonight?”
“Good” he said.
“In town for the show?”
“Yeah, been here since Tuesday.” (It was Friday night).
“I’ve noticed you’re not really hanging out with all these other guys. I thought everyone at a convention hung out at the bar together after?”
“They do in sales. I’m more in shipping and and logistics. I’m just here for a couple seminars and to wander the floor not buying anything. How about you?
“We’re just having a couple drinks. I flew in for work and my girl goes to school over at the university. I’m in town, so we’re having a night out.” I put out my hand to shake his “Steve.”
He reached back “Chris.” He had a strong grip, but not overly aggressive. If all went well over the next hour or so, he could have a grip on her lovely 36C breasts in his room.
“Nice to meet you Chris. Listen, if you want, since it doesn’t look like you’re talking to anyone over here, you can come over to our table and chat with us for a while.”
He thought about it a second and said “oh, I don’t want to get in between your night out.”
I threw in the line you might hear from an ‘old man’. “It might be helpful if you stopped over, we’re running out of things to talk about. I’m 20 years older than her, we just don’t have that much in common to chat about when it comes to the world anymore, and besides, if you two are going to keep making eyes at each other, you may as well do it over there and talk to each other.”
I could tell he was caught off guard by my noticing they were getting all flirty eyed. He shook that off and said “well, if you don’t think I’ll interfere.”
“No way, please, help me.” The bartender returned with our drinks. I said “and one of whatever Chris is drinking here.”
The bartender returned with Steve’s beer and I paid for all three. We grabbed our drinks and went back to the table.
“Shelly, this is Chris, Chris, Shelly.” He put his drink in his left hand and shook hers with his right.
“Hi Chris, nice to meet you.” She said, so perfectly, and so at ease with what could happen tonight.
They took over the conversation. Talked about her time at college, music, sports. She asked him about his job and while he was spewing a bunch of numbers about shipping and what companies to use and weights and freight, her brown eyes showed so much interest in what he was saying. She made him feel like he had the most interesting job on the planet.
I went back to the bar for one more round. While I was waiting, I glanced over to see her laugh at something he said and make some contact with her leg against his. She was starting to get him used to the idea of touching her and it being ok.
We were nearly finished with our last round of drinks when she excused herself to the restroom. That was my cue that she was ready, and time for me to make a move.
“Chris” I said. “I think she likes you.”
He looked at me awkwardly and didn’t really know if he should say anything about her. I was enjoying making him uncomfortable so I kept saying things in a way he wouldn’t normally hear from a guy in my position. “We’re not like most families - we’re...closer than I most families are. I can make sure she makes you happy tonight, if you want. All you have to do is let me watch, maybe give some instructions.”
He was perplexed. I think he was hearing the words, but not quite processing what I was saying. I know I had him off guard, so I since I was having fun making him uncomfortable, I decided to be blunt too. “I’m asking if you’d like to fuck her.”
He was beat red. “Um…” his eyes shifted around like a cornered squirrel looking for a way out. “I think she’s very cute.”
“Chris, I know she’s cute - but that’s not the question I’m asking.”
“Well, uh, yeah - I would.” he finally said it, good for him.
“Alright then, here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to go to the bar for one more round of drinks and we’re going to take them up to your room. From there we’re just going to relax and have a good time. Sorry to make you uncomfortable, but it’s a touchy subject for some people. If I just come right out with it and you don’t run away, it’s a good sign.”
I let him be for a second to relax and get a grip on what was about to happen for him, while I went to the bar. Shelly returned and she gave me a knowing smile. I brought over the drinks. “Shelly, Chris was telling me he’s got a nice view from his room, he thought we should go take a look.”
“Really?” she said while looking at him. He smiled and nodded, and she stood up, took the drink from me and took his hand to pull him from the chair. “Well let’s take a walk, I want to see.”
We headed toward the elevators and up to Chris’ floor. This was a big hotel, so it was a bit of a walk to his room. He was mostly silent but she was upbeat and didn’t let go of his hand.
He opened the door to a basic room - king bed, desk, desk chair, arm chair, small table, and the standard issue hotel room lamps. I took a seat in the arm chair and set my drink on the table. Shelly walked to the window to see “the view” I made up. It actually was a pretty good view, facing a lit up, busy city with everyone starting their weekend.
Chris set his drink on the desk and took stood next to the open desk chair, he was clearly waiting to see if she wanted it. Shelly handed him her drink and walked back to the door. She flipped the lock, turned off the hallway light, and kicked off her shoes. “Did you tell Chris we’re close?”
“I did, but I skipped all the details. I think he gets the idea.”
She walked to Chris, took her drink from him, walked past the empty chair and came to sit on my lap. She took a sip and set it on the table next to mine. She cozied up against my chest and pulled her legs up. She may not have been mine, but it was a very familiar position for us.
“Go ahead and sit Chris, you’ll be more comfortable than you realize soon.” I said to him. He said, took another drink from his beer and sat as well.
“Honey, he looks kinda tense, why don’t you go rub his shoulders.” She sat up and walked behind him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and started to dig in with her fingers.
“Just relax man - we’re going to have a good time. Those guys downstairs are in sales, but you’re going to close the deal!” It was a lame attempt at a joke, but it broke some of his tension and you could see him start to ease up under her hands. She sensed it too and started to rub beyond his shoulders. She unbuttoned a couple buttons on his shirt and slid a hand down his chest. She leaned forward and kissed the side of his face, his cheek, then he turned toward her and kissed her mouth. Soon she moved around the chair in front of him, slid his legs apart and sat on his right leg. Her tight dress kept her legs together in between his knees. They made out in front of me for a couple minutes. He was being hesitant with his hands but she wanted him. She took his hand and put it on her hip. He moved it to her back and pulled her into him.
He was finally relaxed. I didn’t say anything and just let his hands work on her. First down her side, then down her leg. Soon he was touching her bare knee. The movement was turning her on and she was lightly moaning as they kissed. I was starting to be turned on as well, but didn’t make any effort to adjust myself, I just had another swig of my beer.
His hand was soon making its way up her inner thigh, under her dress. She spread her legs as much as she was able. Soon he stopped kissing her and his hand stopped. He gave her a look. I’m guessing no underwear tonight.
She removed his hand and she stood up. She unbuttoned his shirt the remainder of the way and removed it from him. Then the tshirt he was wearing underneath. He had a firm chest which was bare except for a little patch of hair on his breast bone. His arms were muscular well defined. Clearly he worked out on a regular basis. She moved to her knees and undid his belt, lowered his zipper and unbuttoned his pants. She slid them off his legs so that all remaining were a blue pair of boxer briefs. There was a little bulge movement when she moved her hands toward his waist. She grabbed the elastic band and pulled them down as well, exposing his dick to us. I knew she would like this one, a little better than 7”, cut and thicker. He wasn’t packing anything that would make him an instant porn star, but it was a little bigger than many (including mine, I can admit that), and she loved thickness in a cock.
Without hesitation she grabbed hold and put her lips on it. She kissed his shaft up and down and cupped his balls in her hand. He sighed from the pleasure and moaned a bit when she started to lick the tip. Then in one motion she took him completely in her mouth. She deepthroated him a few more times then sucked more around the tip again, till she popped him like a popsicle as she released her hold on him.
She stood up, and pulled him out of the chair. “Unzip me” she told him. She turned her back to him and he complied. She turned again and let her dress drop to the floor. She unhooked her bra in the back and let that fall as well. She was naked now as well. Beautiful as ever, she had a such nice tits with quarter sized areolas, her nipples were almost perfectly centered within them. She had a tight tummy that gave way to curvy hips and an amazing round ass.
She leaned in and kissed him again, then pulled him to the bed, where she layed on her back and opened her legs for him. He took the invitation and got down to eat her pussy. He buried his head between her legs, and kissed her lips and tongued her hole. She pulled him by his hair into her more and looked over at me. I smiled, grabbed my beer bottle and made a toasting motion to her pleasure. She smiled then gasped as he found her clit with his tongue. “yes!” she screamed out, “oh, yes!”
He knew what he was doing. She continued with a few “oh, god, yes” and some other expletives for the next few minutes. When she started to scream “don’t stop, please don’t stop!” I leaned over and pinched her nipple hard between my fingers, knowing that always sends her into nearly instant orgasm. She screamed as she came on his mouth. “Fuck me, now, Fuck me!”
I had already leaned back into the chair as he stood up. I wanted him to basically ignore me and have a good time with her, so I remained fairly still, and watched as he took his stiff, cock, now at a ¾ high erection and slid it into her.
He was really starting to get into it now, pounding her hard. He looked at me a couple times, so he clearly was no longer weirded out by it. After a couple of minutes I started telling them what to do.
“Shelly, turn over and let him see that ass of yours.” I said. She turned over on all fours and he grabbed hold. “Spank her ass” I said to Chris, and he did, a couple light slaps followed by a couple harder ones. “Ooooh” she let out on the last one. He grabbed his rock hard dick and directed himself into her dripping wet pussy once more.
He continued to thrust her and her moans were becoming more intense. It wasn’t long before she was letting us know she was about to cum. He carried on and kept up the pace, his thick cock was setting her off and buried her face into a pillow and screamed as he made her cum.
I kept directing the action. Her on top, some 69, I had him show me his favorite positions (he took her back to doggie and had her reverse cowgirl on him). I moved over to the desk chair so I could see her face as she was rocking on top of him. He couldn’t see me with her back blocking him. I motioned a “thumbs-up” and was questioning if it was all good. She gave a verbal “oh, god, yes!”, which made him grab her hips and start controlling the thrusts as he would arch into her.
I’d had my fill of watching her at this point. I took off my clothes, and told her to get back on all fours, facing me on the bed. She took my dick and started to suck me. He got on his knees behind her and continued to fuck her. We spitroasted her for a little while longer before Chris told us he was getting ready to cum.
“On her tits then” I had Shelly get on her back, lying between us. I was to her left, still standing, he remained on the bed to her right. While he started to stroke himself, I reached between her legs and fingered her clit. I moved my fingers up and down, gliding easily with as wet as she was.
“I’m going to cum” Chris said - and aimed at her chest. His first spurt landed close then he exploded across her chest, 5 or 6 good pumps of cum before it was dripping from the tip of his cock. With me fingering her, the cum hitting her tits sent her over the edge and came hard. She’s not a squirter, but my hand was soaked from the flood of juices that flowed when she came hard.
“I’m ready” I told her. She gripped my dick in her hand and with only a few strokes I was cumming on her tits as well. By the time I was done, Shelly was a sticky mess, her chest was spotted with our semen like the canvas of Pollock painting.
Chris snagged a couple towels from the bathroom. I leaned toward Shelly “Thank you for this” She smiled and said “no. Thank you.”
She got up and went to the bathroom to finish cleaning off. Chris and I got dressed and I finished off my beer. “Fun times, right?”
“Unbelievable” he replied.
“Are you in town thru the weekend?” I asked and he said he was. “You gave her quite the workout, I bet she comes back.”
“Are you talking about me?” Shelly yelled from the bathroom.
“I was just telling Chris, if he’s up for it, you’d probably be back before he leaves.” I shouted back.
She stepped out and turned off the light in the bathroom. “Um, I was planning on coming back for the weekend!” she said with a bit of a laugh.
“Can you handle another night with her?”
Chris said he was going to ask if she’d come back anyway. She finished getting dressed, gave him another kiss and we left, Her hair was a bit messy, and she carried her shoes to the elevator.
She did go back, and spent the night with him. In the morning she gave him the low down on what we were pulling, so he knew what was going on. They still keep in touch and he’s looking forward to next year’s convention, to get a little more time with her (and maybe the both of us).
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