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of "M"
Recently divorced and owning a 'cheaters' restaurant
in Los
Angeles, I must tell you about an event that was the most
scintillating of my life. Arthur, a married entertainer,
had been a regular in my restaurant. He and his wife Catherine
were both charming and outgoing. Many of the times they
were here for drinks, dinner and dancing they were with
other interesting people. I could feel the sexual energy
they generated and thus began my fascination.
Arthur would often visit for lunch or a preprandial lengthtail,
usually flirting with me. After a while I noticed I was
attracted to his wit, humor and intelligence. Frequently
our
conversations would be loaded with double entendres and
I found myself wondering maybe even fantasizing about
making love with him. He would tease me about my French accent
and how men would enjoy being with a French courtesan. I
replied that I would not know how and he said he would teach
me. "Sure, " I said. We sealed the bargain with a hug and
I asked when would the lessons begin. With a twinkle in his
eye he wore an eye-patch he said, "soon".
Several weeks went by and I hadn't seen Arthur. It was on
a Saturday evening when he called and made late dinner reservations
for a threesome in one of the horseshoe booths. He reminded
me of the lessons. I began to get little chills and my love
contracted in a mini-orgasm.
About 11 he, Catherine and another man arrived. I was introduced
to Brian who owned a local theater. Catherine was wearing
a black lengthtail dress that swirled when she walked, with
inch wide shoulder straps that were fastened by buttons
on the dress. She was happy, smiling and charged when she
gave me a hug and ran her hands down my body. She backed away
and I saw for the first time a collar around her neck such
as worn by submissives. I shuddered and felt myself getting
wet.
They sat with Catherine in between the two men. Each, in
turn, gave her a very erotic soul kiss. I watched. She got
up with Brian and went to the dance floor. There only were
two other tables occupied at the time. They danced. It was
not sexy but wanton and sexual. Brian spun Catherine. Her
dress swirled up above her lace-topped thigh highs to her
black panty covered softness.
While they were dancing, Arthur came over to me and suggested
I send a bottle of champagne with four glasses to the table.
As we watched the dancers, he put his arm around my waist
and pulled me to him. My heart pounded. He did something
he had never done before. He kissed me, sucked my tongue
into his mouth and caressed me. I was breathing hot into
his mouth. He reached into his pocket and pulled a collar
out and fastened it to my neck saying, "the lessons begin".
I was wearing a coat dress with a single button at the waist
with a pin at the cleavage and at the knee to hold the garment
in a modest position. Arthur reached in his pocket and pulled
out a pair of black thigh highs and told me to go into the bathroom,
take my dress off, take my bra and pantyhose off, put the
thigh highs and my dress back on, sans pins and return. Oh
yes, he told me to put two fingers in my private part and return with
the juice on my fingers so he could taste me.
I stood naked in my office, save for the thigh highs and heels
while I tasted my own scented flavor. I was so wet. I slipped
on the dress and walked out shivering with anticipation.
The dress opened with my every step showing off the lace
tops of my hose. I came to Arthur. He took my hand smelled
it, tasted it and savored it. I melted. He dropped a pen.
I was told to pick it up. I bent down holding the dress top
so that my small, pouty breasts wouldn't be exposed. He
said, "take your hand away". I did. The top opened. He saw
my nipples as they hardened. I stood up and returned his
pen.
We walked back to the table. Catherine and Brian were in
a
sensual embrace. His hand was under her skirt. She and I
wore identical collars. Arthur poured the champagne.
The bubbles along with the excitement made me a little light-headed.
Arthur extended his hand to Catherine who slid out and stood
up. Catherine, the strawberry blond, me the taller redhead.
We looked at each other. Arthur said, "M, take Catherine
with you and bring her back without her panties". I had never
done anything like that.
We went to my office. I didn't know where or how to begin.
Catherine raised her skirt. I knelt down and put my hands
to the waistband of her panties. I could smell her sex. I
eased them off. As she raised her foot I could see her cunt
lips glisten when they opened. She said, "touch me". I brought
my fingers to her womanhood. She pulled my head forward and pushed
my face to her honey pot. I inhaled. I tasted with my tongue.
Catherine hissed through her teeth and ground my face into
her sex. She went still. I stopped. This was the first time
I had been with another woman since my university days.
She pulled me to her. We kissed on the mouth. She tasted her
own juice from my lips. My heart was pounding. What else
was to come?
I walked Catherine back to the table. Both gentlemen rose
to let her slide in to be between them. The only other party
was
leaving. Only remaining were the four of us, a waiter and
the three piece band. Arthur whispered something to Catherine
as she was entering the booth. He stood so close to me that
I felt his warmth, his heat. Catherine lifted her skirt
and slid into the booth, sitting on her bareness, the cunt
I had just tasted.
Arthur and Brian slid in on either side of Catherine. I placed
her panties on the table. I excused myself to bring another
champagne bottle. I returned. Catherine was flushed.
She was on the throes of an orgasm. She had each of her legs
over that of her companions. Her skirt was to her waist.
There were two hands manipulating her womanhood. She was turned
toward Arthur who was passionately kissing her. Brian
was sucking on her nipple of her exposed breast. I was so
hot. My private part juices were flowing from being a voyeur when
I so wanted to be a participant. Arthur broke off his kiss
and looked toward me. His lips glistening. I bent forward
to kiss him and my top opened so all could see my pouty breasts.
Arthur reached in and tweaked my nipple. The electricity
made me pull back. Catherine tried to stifle her climactic
moan. It was then I saw she had Brian's length out and was jerking
it up and down trying to get him to come. He removed her hand.
Catherine sat back one breast hanging out of her dress.
Arthur told me to soft placeist Catherine. I did. I reached over,
felt her breast, pulled the bodice up and buttoned the strap.
My head was spinning.
The band called out that it was the 'last dance'. I wanted
Arthur to dance with me, to hold me, to caress me on the dance
floor. That was not to be.
The threesome arose from their place and went onto the dance
floor. Arthur gave the band some instructions. He watched
as Brian twirled Catherine, her dress raising above her
naked womanhood. I could see as could the band. She did a 'death-drop'
opening her lips for us to see. I never thought Catherine
to be an exhibitionist. The tempo of the music changed.
The lights lowered. Arthur said to me, "unzip my pants,
take my length out." I did. I had never before touched his hardness.
Now I felt it pulsing in my hand. He pulled away from me and
went to Catherine who was dancing with her arms around Brian.
Grinding her private part into his length. Arthur came behind her
and raised her skirt letting his length lay between her soft place-cheeks.
She reached down and pulled Brian's length from his pants
as Arthur lifted her skirt to her waist. Catherine tried
to get a hardened length into her pulsating womanhood. She danced
and moaned. The music ground to a stop. I heard her hiss,
"took me, took me you bastards. I want length now from both
of you".
She held them both by their lengths. She took turns kissing
them and sucking their tongues. Brian and Arthur gently
pushed her to her knees and fed her their lengths, first one
then the other then she had them both in her mouth. The baby
spotlight shown down on the threesome. I was so hot from
watching this that I slipped my hand inside my dress and
fingered my cunt, bringing my fingers out and tasting them.
They eased her flushed face away from their throbbing members
and soft placeisted her to her feet. Arthur whispered to Brian
as both men placed their lengths behind closed zippers.
Brian and Catherine walked out. Arthur came over to me and
after paying the tab pulled me to him as he kissed me and felt
my body. I wanted to instantly surrender and have his hard
length thrust into me. He said that I should have my waiter
close up because I was going with him. I started to protest.
He reached for my collar reminding me of our bargain. I stood
there. Clad in heels, thigh highs and my coatdress. I grabbed
another bottle of champagne. He smiled and said that I had
the right idea.
We walked outside. It was a very balmy night with scented
warm winds blowing from the ocean. As we walked a black stretch
limousine glided up to us. A blond female driver appeared
almost instantly. Before she opened the door, Arthur turned
me to him, undid the single button on my dress, and spread
the lapels wide. I was totally exposed. The driver, standing
behind me, plucked my garment from my shoulders. I started
to put my arms over my breasts. Arthur took my hands in his
and pushed me back so he could see my nakedness.
The driver opened the door. Through the dim light I saw Catherine
on her knees, sucking Brian's length as he laid back with a
smile on his face. What a fellatrix, that Catherine.
I entered the car quickly as I wanted Arthur to enter my wet,
wanting womanhood. We sat down and he started kissing me, fondling
and squeezing my breasts. I reached out, unzipped his fly
to release his engorged length. I wanted to taste it, have
it in my mouth, feel the ooze of his pre-come. My spread legs
touched Catherine, she moaned as best she could with Brian's
length filling her mouth. Arthur took my hand from his swollen
length and placed it on Catherine's womanhood. I stroked it. She
moaned. She lifted her mouth and I looked into her glazed
eyes. She beckoned me. I got on my knees next to her and we
shared Brian's length. Between taking turns sucking it we
soul kissed each other. Brian started to moan. We stopped
sucking. Catherine stood up. Her dress, wrapped about
her waist, fell to the ground. She turned, her back to Brian.
I held his length while she let it slide into her. I licked his
balls, his shaft and her private part savoring the juices.
I felt my soft placecheeks spread and then with one thrust, Arthur
placed his length in me. I felt his scrotum swing against me
with each thrust. With each thrust my face was pushed into
the joined length and womanhood. I kept climaxing. I wanted it to
go on for ever never to stop. Arthur was playing me while
his friend Brian was playing Arthur's wife Catherine.
Brian thrust hard into Catherine. I saw the pearlescent
come ooze from her womanhood. I reached up and grabbed Brian's
length greedily sucking it into my mouth so I could taste him.
I wanted so much to have Arthur burst his come so I could be
wet from both ends. My prayers were answered. There I was
impaled by two lengths both spurting their hot juices into
me simultaneously.
Catherine swung her leg over my head and with come teasing
from her private part went behind me and starting sucking Arthur's
member while inserting her fingers in my womanhood. Arthur pushed
her head to my private part and she started licking his come from
me. Another
orgasm convulsed me.
She and I got up. Hugged and kissed each other with come taste
on our lips and in our mouths. We laid down together in a sixty-nine
position. We climaxed again. Then we put our legs around
each other rubbing our private parts together. My senses were reeling.
Arthur opened the champagne I brought. He poured some onto
and into each of our cunts. I had never felt a sensation like
that before. He and Brian took turns lapping it out from
each of us. We devoured each others lips and mouths while
they lapped at our cunts.
That was only the first lesson.
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