Billionaire And The SisterhoodChapter 64: Party At The Meadows – Pt. 1 Of 3 free porn video
Mark
I was at the large barbecue grill on the pool patio. Andy, Vanessa, and Anna were keeping me company and making cooking suggestions as I grilled a wide assortment of fowl and meat on the huge grill: hot dogs, hamburgers, steaks, chicken, and game hens. As fast as I finished a batch, it would disappear from the buffet table.
Andy was wearing a somewhat lewd male bathing suit that seemed more like a sack for his cock and balls. I wore board shorts. Vanessa and Anna were wearing bright day-glow orange and light blue Wicked Weasel bathing suits that left little to the imagination. They were very inviting.
Vanessa’s suit was almost transparent, and while it covered her slit, it didn’t seem to cover her engorged pussy lips or hide the tuft of pubic hair she’d retained as either a decoration or invitation. Anna’s blue suit emphasized her camel toe and slit through the gossamer material, and she had the straps pulled to the sides to push her beautiful breasts together and make them even more succulent. Andy and I had hard-ons, and I was certain that when the fucking started we’d be with these two girls.
Lucas came over with a smile and briefly joined us. He had Linda Boyd, Elsa’s ICU nurse from city hospital on his arm in a string bikini. I wondered why I hadn’t paid more attention to her at the hospital when I saw how hot she looked. Linda and I kissed with some tongue in greeting. She was nice, suitably bubbly for the event, and showing a lot of boob that I truly enjoyed and that she obviously enjoyed showing. She studied with a practiced eye the two women with us and declared, “Oh, hell. I over dressed again.” We all laughed. Off to the side a minute later I heard a discussion about where to buy Wicked Weasel bathing suits.
Lucas, my head of security, had gradually relaxed and become more personable over the past year or two, for two reasons: Tanner was gone as a threat, and Elsa. Elsa worked on the tough man, gradually softening his edges. Cindy helped too, and at one time or another each of my ‘wives’ had sought him out as a lover. I couldn’t help but note how attracted he seemed to be to Linda. He was tall and handsome, and had a modest amount of graying chest hair that together with the gray at his temples gave a unique distinguished look not unlike Sean Connery’s role as James Bond. He was in top physical shape too, as I felt sure Linda would find out a little later if she hadn’t already. Lucas seemed to have stars in his eyes for the pretty lady. THAT was a huge change in him.
I asked, “Is Marcia coming too?”
Lucas nodded, “Yes. She came up from her gatehouse apartment, saw the skimpy mode of dress, and went back to change into something briefer and sexier. She’d worn a very conservative one-piece. I’ll be curious to see what she shows up in when she reappears.”
Less than a minute later, Marcia, one of my other bodyguards who often went with one of the women in my circle, appeared from inside the house. She wore a string bikini similar in coverage to Linda’s. Marcia was muscular from her tough workouts and the muscles and sinew showed, right down to the dimples in her glutes. I thought that was especially sexy. Marcia came and kissed me hello, pushing into my body in the nicest of ways. I loved having her as my bodyguard.
Marcia had moved onto the property when we made the offer of a free apartment for her. She lived in what we called the gatehouse, a new building near the main entrance to the property that was presently dedicated to full-time security staff. Lucas also had an apartment there, plus I thought that he and Marcia often connected in their off hours as fuck buddies.
Marcia also was not typically demonstrative with me. She had explained that she thought it was unprofessional of her and might impinge on her duties. I’d instructed her to get a mindset where it didn’t impinge on her duties when she was off duty. I’d made sure to have Lucas arrange for other security coverage for this party weekend so that Marcia and he could be with us as guests and playmates.
I made large platters of the various foods I’d cooked on the grill. Van and Anna carried them to the various outdoor tables we had on the patio so that people could serve themselves buffet style for dinner. The side dishes had already been brought out and added to what some people had brought to supplement our potluck meal. Soon, almost fifty people were milling around serving themselves or finding spots to eat. A cluster of twenty more from the river and tent area came up and joined the throng.
I sat with Andy, Vanessa, and Anna, and several others at one of our new teak picnic tables. I liked this crowd – everyone at the party; they were happy, laughed, and didn’t react like a bunch of ass kissers and suck-ups to my wealth. To a person, they were appreciative of the party, the company of each other, and the environment we provided.
Elsa brought by two gorgeous older women who I vaguely recognized from the housewarming party. “Mark, I wanted to be sure you got to again meet Felicia Winters and Monica Layne.” Hearing their names brought back their affiliations to me. Felicia was a county commissioner, and had been married to the ex-mayor of Dillonville. Reportedly, he thought she was a trophy wife and she thought he’d be a good husband. Neither turned out to be the case. He was a philanderer and abusive. The trophy part hadn’t worked out as she had an IQ of about one-hundred-eighty and could out think and out reason the dumb fuck she’d married for some reason. Monica was an independent attorney in the region who handled trusts, estates, and often went to battle with the IRS or state government over various issues for her clients. She’d won some landmark cases that rewrote estate planning, and also put her on the map.
Hearing Monica describe a little of her work gave me pause for thought. I had done nothing to provide for any of the girls if something should happen to me. They wouldn’t starve; they all had good jobs and prospects, but nonetheless I had wealth that could be distributed to them. I made a note to talk to Monica in a more professional way sometime soon.
I got polite hugs and kisses from each woman. They were wearing conservative and colorful bikinis and I couldn’t help but notice they filled them out nicely. I wondered if they were players. Sometimes in the afternoon or early evening our friends brought others by to meet me or to see The Meadows, since it was such a showcase home and property. Elsa gave me no clue, and wandered off as I started to chat with the women and suggested they join us to eat their late lunch.
I wish I’d timed the interval between when Felicia and Monica sat down and when they zeroed in on the careers of Vanessa and Anna – porn actresses. Van and Anna were dressed the part and signaling something about blatant sex. The latter two had enjoyed several margaritas and were buzzing a bit, so they didn’t sugar coat their responses to the polite ‘What do you do?’ question.
Vanessa slurred slightly, “Well, I’m a bit in transition. I have a photographic studio, but I still do a little porn; not as much as I used to do, but a few videos each year.”
Anna chimed in, “I do websites for people and companies, but I still do porn too. We’re good at it.”
I thought Felicia would choke on her dinner. For a second, I reminded myself of the steps to give CPR and the Heimlich maneuver. Monica laughed at her friend’s reaction, but was blushing in her own way at the revelations.
Felicia got her act together, “Tell me about your porn careers?” She looked back and forth at the two women across the table from her. “Come on; I’m really interested.”
Vanessa sized up the society woman, no doubt sensing a streak of conservative and conventional thinking that would frown in a large way on a porn star. I saw her eyes squint slightly. She said cautiously, “I’m not sure I want to open myself to being judged.”
Felicia frowned, “I don’t understand what you mean.”
Van said, “Look at me – and Anna. We’re dressed like sluts. We know we’re going to be fucking a lot of men the rest of the weekend, and further, we like that and our boyfriends don’t mind, because they’ll be getting other pussy. You are dressed well and expensively. You are not sluts, but society women with important positions and friends we would never be acceptable to.” Her tone was matter of fact.
Felicia nodded. She understood the concern and said, “Let me tell you a little fantasy of mine, and it’s not one I’m making up on the spur of the moment. I’ll start with the history of how it came about.”
She looked from Vanessa to Anna. “When I was sixteen, I finally landed a hot boyfriend. He was a football player, a year older, and a fun guy to be with. I knew that to be his girlfriend meant that I had to be having sex with him, but it was an important social step to take, and so I took it. I gave him my virginity.
“But more than that, I wanted to be the hottest and sexiest girlfriend he could have. I didn’t want to lose him. I discovered a triple-X adult bookstore on the other side of town. They’re gone now; the Internet put them out of business. I went there three days a week. I’d park my car behind the place so no one would see it. The girl at the counter listened to my story and sympathized with me. She’d set me up with a video on each visit I made – a VHS tape in those days. I’d watch the whole thing, focusing on the technique that the girl or girls used with the guys to make them happy.
“I learned how to give a great blowjob, how to fuck in a couple of hundred different positions, about anal sex, how to be DPed or made air tight, how to eat cum or have it blown out all over my face, and how to behave in a gangbang. I watched the expressions of those other girls, and I got turned on. I watched girl-on-girl sex, and got turned on. It all turned me on.
“So, I brought all my knowledge to my boyfriend and we fucked like minks, and I fucked his friends, and became known as a wild girl on campus. He went off to college and I never really saw him again, but by then I was a member of the ‘in’ crowd, and that pleased me, so I kept honing my skills. I became addicted to porn for a while, I think. I loved watching those videos.
“Do you know a few times, I even filled in for the gal behind the counter at that adult store. I almost went in the rooms to suck cocks that came through the glory holes too, but I resisted that. I wish now that I done it.
Felicia tapped the table in front of her and in front of Vanessa and Anna, “And, lastly, I developed a fantasy that I’d still like to realize, although I’m probably a little over the hill for it, but it was to be in the porn business for a while: to get fucked by big fat cocks while I suck on another or eat someone else’s drippy cunt; to have a dozen guys cum all over me after each of them fucked me silly; and – lastly – to be one of the sluts in an orgy that gets filmed.”
She paused and looked at each of us. “THAT’s why I asked you some details about your careers. I really would like to be doing what you’re doing.”
Monica said in a quiet voice, “I’m where she is without such a dramatic background in wanting sex. I’d like to be doing it too. Now, please talk to us about your careers in that business. What’s it really like?”
Elsa
The July party was the largest gathering we’d had at which sex was on the agenda. Besides our original crew, I’d found a number of others who expressed a serious interest in a raw sex party when I had to call around and apologize for their names and pictures being dragged into the media after a news article came out shortly after our housewarming. Of course, I verified each person’s interest over a lunch or glass of wine, and I got them to sign an NDA – non-disclosure agreement. No one complained, and a few said they felt better about attending because of the NDA; everyone would keep their mouths shut, and everyone I spoke with couldn’t wait for the party.
In addition to those nice folks, there was also the nurse who had given me constant and special care after I’d been shot: Linda Boyd. She was past forty, but hot and she’d admitted she was bisexual and given me a wink. I think she would have done me in the hospital if I’d asked. Mark liked her too, especially after meeting her and hearing from me about her interest in coming to our adult parties.
Lauryn
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