10 comments/ 60454 views/ 2 favorites Hotlanta Nights By: SiliSusan Business travel had deposited me in Atlanta for the weekend, halfway between a trip that started in New York and would end next week in Chicago, then back home to San Francisco. I am one of those hurried travelers you see in the airport, the kind of person who knows her frequent flyer number by heart, the kind always pulling out her mobile and taking calls while standing in line at the gate. As much as I enjoy this nomadic existence, it frequently leaves me spending weekends in cities not my own. The company travel agent managed a weekend stay at the Atlanta Midtown Four Seasons, which earned her a promise of flowers faithfully entered into my trusty PDA. A work-free Saturday gave time for shopping in Buckhead, an excursion to Little Five Points, and finally a run though Piedmont Park. What did I have to show for all of this? Respectively: A very fun party-girl dress and a new pair of shoes, a sizeable waterproof jelly vibrator (a thirty-something single woman + lots of travel = frequent self-love), and a pair of legs left rubbery from the combined effects of the run and the late August weather. A quick shower left me refreshed, and sitting on my bed in one of those big fluffy robes thoughtfully provided by the hotel. My ease of contentment soon gave way to the fact that, yet again, I was alone in a hotel in a strange city, without a date. As a matter of fact, it had been over a month since I last had any sexual fun, the kind involving another person; a recent trip to Hedonism III back in early July. It struck me as funny that the only fun I ever have is away from home. Then again, when you are away from home some 90% of the time, what do you expect? Mysteriously, my robe fell open while I reminisced about my Jamaican adventure. The afternoon sun streamed into the room as my hands ran down between my breasts, thinking of caresses from the sun and the lovers my body had oh so recently enjoyed. My right hand cupped my pussy while my left tweaked my nipples as my legs spread and my back arched welcoming my phantom lovers into my vacation remembrances. My fingers soon had my pussy open and my clit exposed, and my free hand found the vibrator at the ready on the nightstand. Throwing my head back, I let my phantom lover's cock slide past my lips and felt my mind and tongue transform the jelly coating into the bare cock sliding deep into my mouth. My fingers became the tongue of a talented lover, a woman in command of her oral skills, licking and flicking my cunt and clit. I focused my mind on preparing his cock for my pussy as she prepared my cunt for his cock. Symbiotically, and symbolically, my hands passed over my body, tracing my saliva down, and my wetness up my body. My Adonis nuzzled the head of his cock over my cunt as my Aphrodite lowered her cunt to my lips. My wetness and scent became hers as much as the vibrator came alive between my legs, with the help of my imagination and the flick of a switch. Adonis knew how to fuck me. He let me feel his length, took care every so often to stroke my clit with his wet cock before plunging his shaft back into my ever so aroused cunt. He flicked my clit with his thumb, long stroking deep in my pussy as he went, knowing how I love a long session of fucking before I orgasm. Aphrodite knew just how she wanted me to lick her lovely wet fragrant pussy, running her cunt over my lips before letting me suck in each lip to the V at the top of her pussy, letting my tongue heighten her arousal as much as Adonis had mine. Adonis kept his nice thick vibrating cock deep in me, rocking me back and forth, rubbing my clit again and again, bringing me just to the edge of orgasm, feeling Aphrodite smother me with her pussy, feeling all of us cum in the nexus of my mind... RING! RING! Shit! Who even knows I am here, much less call me late Saturday afternoon? "Yes?" I barked into the hotel phone. "Hi Susan. I tried reaching you on your mobile, but I think the battery is dead because it goes straight into voicemail." My clueless boss said, explaining the call to the hotel. The battery on my phone is not dead, I thought: The fucking thing is off so I could get off. Quickly my vibrator joined my phone in a state of dormancy. "Oh, um... Yeah it must have just died on me. How did you know I was staying here?" I asked, hoping that it would not come across as if I was hiding from my boss and her ill timed, intrusive, and usually irrational concerns. "The travel office told me." She said. Note to self: Cancel flower deliver to travel agent. "Oh." Wow, my eloquence overwhelmed me. "What's going on?" "You never sent me your trip report." Came her accusatory concern. "That's because I'm still on my trip." Stating the obvious, while not part of my job description, remains a large part of my responsibilities. "I need your report from the past week for my next week meetings." Came the edict from the other end of the phone. Next, she will probably ask me if I got the memo about the GPS reports. "OK, I'll make sure you get my report tomorrow afternoon." Thinking this provided me ample time to rise and shine, have coffee, do this stupid report, see the Atlanta Botanical Gardens, get to the airport, etc etc etc... "Susan, I have a soccer game then an evening BBQ tomorrow." God forbid the soccer mom understand her childless subordinate also has plans. "Can I get that report today?" She asked as a non-question question, the kind of suggestion I best heed unless I desired top billing on her shit list. "Sure! I'll get it to you within the next couple of hours! Would that be OK?" I answered in my best perky tone, all the while thinking that I would gladly give a week's salary to see her face if, instead of that, I screamed into the phone "Listen Bitch! I am in the middle of fucking my cunt with a new vibrator! You'll get your fucking report when I say you'll get it!" She said that would be fine then rang off. I tried to summon again my phantom lovers, but the ringing phone broke the spell and no powers of suggestion and persuasion could summon them back to my thoughts or to my bed. Resignedly, I let slip the silenced and still vibrator from my cunt, wrapped myself in the robe, and went to the desk to do this stupid report. Two hours later, as the sun began dipping below the horizon, my boss got her report. Having had dinner while typing my report, and now set for exploring a bit of the Hotlanta nightlife, I let the web find for me a martini bar within walking distance of my hotel. Actually, from the online reviews, it seemed like quite a good martini bar. Remembering my newly purchased dress and heels, I shut down my laptop and headed again to the shower. Rinsing off my body and the passion from my afternoon dream, I set the conditioner in my hair, and then went about trimming my pussy in the fervent hope that someone besides my phantom lovers would appreciate the effort. The Brazilian from my Jamaican trip meant I did not have much to trim, so in a fit of erotic creativity I formed my pubic hair in the shape of a triangle, pointing down to my bare cunt. I set my hair up, thinking this best in the formidable humidity, and then finished with some make-up and eyeliner. My new pussy-do fit neatly under the g-string I selected from my collection, and then I tried in vain to match any of my bras to my new dress. None would do; for either the straps showed or the cup of the bra appeared under the décolletage of the dress. My 34C breasts remain firm, and still evidenced some of the tan from my recent tropical tryst, so I just slipped the dress on over my g-string clad body and finished the look with my new heels. The short walk from my hotel down the street to the martini bar took all of 10 minutes. The place had a nice mellow vibe about it, with a shabby chic look, and seemed quickly approaching critical mass. Ordering a martini proved somewhat daunting, as the place offers some 50 different concoctions of Vitamin V. Selecting a Blood Orange Vodka concoction, I turned to survey the scene of other thirty-something hipsters looking for a sultry evening in Atlanta. A single woman at a bar with a drink already in hand does not long remain alone. Three men soon tried to involve me in their conversation, and all three soon managed to exclude themselves from consideration when, after the perfunctory "What do you do?" and "Where are you from?" questions, each felt it necessary to tell me what they each drove. Like the one trait all my truly memorable lovers shared is an ability to qualify for a lease on a luxury car. Did I really shave my pussy for this? Leaving behind a Land Rover and two BMW's, I went out to the patio area. And there is when I found a group of single women, each one it seems younger than the next, each one trying in vein to appear just a tad more sophisticated than her friend. One woman in the clique did catch my eye with a flirtatious smile, which I returned, and soon she and I managed to find space to have a somewhat hushed conversation. Turns out Ms. Pixie just recently graduated from Georgia Tech, with a degree in something useless, and is now looking for real world experience. "Well, what do you do now?" I asked, still somewhat interested. "I just got a job downtown and I finally had to tell my parents that I'm an adult now and that I need to be on my own and all and that they just can't expect a mature woman to have rules on when she comes and goes and where she goes and who I see!" She answered, all in one breath. Not catching the obvious, I asked her "How do they know when you come and go, if you are on your own?" "Well, I try to be silent when I come home, but sometimes my mom is a real light sleeper and she wakes up and starts asking me what I have been doing." She explained to me, in a tone suggesting that her revelation might engender on my part either pity or curiosity. "I see." I answered to this; trying not to let the exasperation that her confession did engender in me not creep into the tone of my voice. "Where are you staying?" she asked, already having discovered I am a visitor to the city of her storied birth, tranquil childhood, suburban adolescence, incomplete education, and nascent career. "I'm at the Four Seasons." Why did I say that? Had the one martini gone to my head that quickly? "Is it nice there?" She suggestively asked. "Mmmm. Listen, I need another drink. I'll catch you later. OK?" I begged off the conversation. "OK. Bye!" She exclaimed to the back of my head as I ducked back inside to the bar. I hoped someone else would catch Ms. Pixie's eye, as I had no desire for a mini-scene so early in the evening. Why had I fled the scene? Because I had no desire to be her first woman, to have to listen to her tell me "I've never done this before?" while I am trying to get into her panties, to guide her inexperienced tongue to my cunt, to not have to listen to her rationalize her experimental attraction to women while firmly proclaim her heterosexuality. In other words, if I was going to spread my legs for a lover, I wanted something more direct. Direct is what I found once I had my drink and went upstairs to check out the jazz band. I also discovered that those upstairs displayed a bit more, ahem, color than the lily-white crowd flexing their attraction downstairs. Yes, I am white. Yet, I find women looking to be a "slut for black cock" or men with an Asian fetish as equally tiresome as lovers who would never consider sport-fucking outside their own class or race. Upstairs reminded me much of martini bars back in San Francisco or in New York City. The flavors in the room ran from European to Latin to South American to African. To my Scandinavian sensibilities, this smorgasbord of skin tone fit both my equal-opportunity sluttishness and the sultry evening. I found a spot off to the side of the room and sipped my second blood orange vodka martini, letting the jazz tickle my body as my drink slid over my tongue. She caught my eye coming from behind the bar, I suppose coming back from the ladies room, walked past me and joining her man at one of the few tables in the room. I caught hers as she passed, giving her a smile, which she returned. I kept my attention focused on the band and took another thoughtful sip from my martini, then oh so casually at the end of a number turned to survey the crowd. Of course, I found her and her man in the crowd, with him whispering in her ear as she and I made eye contact. We exchanged smiles again, this time holding the moment a bit longer than necessary, letting the band interrupt our flirtation with their next song. The song went on, I swayed with the music, had a few more contemplative drinks of my martini, and waited for the song to end, to see if this across the room flirtation might turn into something more. Lo and behold to my grateful surprise when, after the song ended and I turned again to survey the room, my new friend stood not two feet behind me, flashing a smile and a sparkle in her eyes. "Hi." She said, the entire introduction she needed. "Hi." I said back, not able to say much more than that. "You have a very pretty smile." She said, flashing again her own. "Thanks, I noticed yours before." I said back, now a little surer of myself. "I'm here with my boyfriend." She said with a motion back to her man, studiously avoiding our notice as he examined the contents a cocktail napkin. "I noticed that too." I smiled. Yes, of course I noticed both of you. As I am sure you both noticed me, I thought. "Would you like to join us?" Short, direct, to the point. If her body had not already made me wet, her attitude certainly did. "Sure." I managed just above the sounds of the band starting their next number. Seeing his girlfriend approach with her new friend, he managed to procure for us a third chair, which he placed around the ever-crowding table. My martini joined his something-amber-on-the-rocks and her flute of champagne. The song went on as I felt his hand on the back of my chair. I turned to her, not minding his hand, watching to see her reaction. She smiled and took her flute to her lips in a fluid motion just this side of suggestive. I mimicked her move with one of my own, and then let my hand glance across hers as my hands found their way back to my lap. Leaning over, placing her hand oh my bare thigh just below the hem of my dress, she whispered in my ear: "What is that you're drinking?" "A blood orange vodka martini." I whispered back in hers, placing my hand over hers. She nodded to my drink, asking if she could have a taste. I smiled my yes, then watched her bring my martini to her open mouth, extend her tongue a bit and took a good generous drink. Her face expressed pleasant surprise as she returned the drink to the table, but kept her hand on my thigh. Leaning over again, she said "Very tasty" while giving my thigh a gentle squeeze. I liked this. I liked them, I decided. She stood a little bit under my 5'7" height, curvier than me and with obviously enhanced breasts which her halter-top scarf did little more than announce and display. A very tight micro mini skirt completed her look, displaying her ample hips and smooth legs. He had on a pair of great-looking black slacks and an open linen shirt displaying his smooth chest. He also stood a full head above her, even in her platform heels. If I had to guess, he had a couple years on me and I had a couple years on her. The song ended as all of us finished our drinks. The band announced a break before their next set, leaving us in silence. He spoke up, said perhaps we would all do well with some fresh air, and told us to follow him down in a few minutes after he found us a table on the patio. She and I readily agreed, the interim obviously meant to let her seal the deal. If she came down with me, then things would proceed... If not, then no hard feelings for anyone involved, or not involved. She and I continued our conversation, such as it is. Even though the band had paused, she and I remained in close proximity to each other, whispering in each other's ears. "Where are you from?" "What do you do?" "How long are you here for? Have you been in Atlanta?" The usual questions one makes to excuse the moment, to let the other feel at ease, to establish a connection. "Do you do this often?" I asked, breaking the conversational flow. Taken aback for all of 3 seconds, she replied with "Come here? Yes, we like it here." I smiled at that. She knew what I meant by my question, yet played sly by letting me state the obvious: "I meant flirt with others." "Is that what we're doing?" She asked, keeping her hand on my thigh. "For now..." came my answer and another squeeze on her hand. "The we should move on to what's next." She stated. She had a lovely open smile, deep red lips framing her white teeth and red tongue, bringing to me a strong desire to kiss this woman. "What's that?" I coquettishly asked. "Drinks with my boyfriend, downstairs on the patio." She laughed, removed her hand from my thigh but keeping my hand in hers, and stood next to me, her miniskirt-clad ass just inches from my face. I stood next to her and we walked down to the patio. Like magic, her boyfriend had managed a table on the patio. I noticed Ms. Pixie, and she noticed me, as I am sure she noticed my hand in the hand of another woman. I did my best not to notice her surprise, but did anyway. I also noted a look of shock in her eyes and hoped it was not from the fact that this lovely Latin Mami was leading me to a table where her ebony boyfriend stood to welcome us. He had a chair all his own, while she and I shared a small bench. She placed her arm around me as we sat, with me between her and her man, and all of us thankfully shielded from the rest of the crowd by some blossoming plants set on a small divider. Good, so we would have some privacy. We ordered drinks, kept the conversation even and light, and soon were sipping even more alcohol in the sultry Atlanta evening. "Susan wants to know how often we do this, Papi." She started, having a conversation with him as if I were not there. I decided to let them continue this, to remain unobtrusive, to let them talk themselves into this. "What, come here?" He asked, which must be a planned response on their part. "No baby. She wants to know how often we pick up play-friends." She explained, curling up on my side, pressing her breasts into my arm. "What did you tell her?" He asked, continuing their conversation as if I was not there. "I didn't, Papi." She said, turning up the heat between my legs to match the heat of their conversation and the heat of the by placing once again her hand on my thigh. My legs remained crossed, for now. "What do you think we should tell her?" He cooed, eyeing me as he did so. He gave me the kind of look I suspect wolves give to sheep. "How much we like to fuck, Papi. How much we like to fuck women, how much you like to see me fuck men, how much I love seeing women suck your cock." She said not much above a whisper, saying this for his benefit as much as mine. "You think she's a slut like you, ma?" Came his question. "She'll uncross her legs if she is." With nary a hesitation between his question and her answer. I leaned back into her and pointed my body towards him. At this angle, and with how low we were sitting, he would have a perfect view of my g-string if I did uncross my legs. They were good, libidinous, and obviously playful. Funny, I thought: At Hedonism III this kind of banter is almost expected. Here? Yes, it seemed out of place, but welcome all the same. Almost by their own volition, my legs uncrossed themselves. He pulled out a cigar and gave great thought to lighting it while evaluating the scene before him. Puffing a bit, bringing his stogie to life, he exclaimed in a cloud of smoke: "She's got nice legs, ma." Hotlanta Nights "I know." She said, checking with her hands that indeed I do have nice legs. Now that the preliminaries were out of the way, we settled into a nice hushed conversation about all things erotic. Mainly she and I traded experiences and desires, while he kept working down his cigar, listening to our conversation, and enjoying the hot humid night. I discovered that, not two weeks previous, he had arranged for her a wicked little party involving her and a couple of men she had not seen before her surprise. She usually enjoys taking a bath on Saturday afternoon, after her shopping and time at the gym, and before the two of them go out. She told me how she had been laying back in the tub, her earphones blocking out all but the sound of her favorite jazz CD, when in walked her Papi. She took off her earphones, she told me, then watched as her Papi stood aside and let in her two new lovers, each as nude as she was. She told me about her boyfriend watching the two men get into the tub with her, about him watching them wash and rinse her body, then how he followed while they took her to the guest bedroom, laid her down, and fucked her for the next two hours. She said her Papi loved it best when she was between both her lovers, with one cock in her cunt and the other in her ass, while she came and came from their rocking motion. If she thought all this had no effect on me, my wet panties would have served a most effective counterpoint. I squirmed a bit, as she finished her tale, her telling me how both came on her breasts, then how her Papi escorted them out the door. How he then came back to the guest bedroom, she still in a daze lying on the bed, then how he took her in his arms and carried her to their bedroom and fucked her again, telling her how lovely she looked getting fucked by her last two lovers. "He did all that for me, girl. Now it's my turn to give him some fun." She finished her story, kissing my neck at the end. Nice I could help her settle their erotic exchange, I thought. The bottom of our glasses stared back at the three of us. The witching hour had finally arrived. It was less my asking them to come with me back to my hotel room than it was all standing at the same time, him settling the bill for all of us, and her motioning the way down the street to my hotel. She snuck her hand under my dress as we walked, caressing my ass as he walked in front of us. Things remained quite silent, aside from an occasional giggle, all the way back to my hotel. He set the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door as she and I ushered past him into my hotel room. The air conditioning had chilled things to the level of a meat locker, which she turned off as I opened the windows letting a soft sultry breeze come into the room. It was fragrant, the trees from Piedmont Park helping perfume the air, a welcome change from the smoky bar where we all met. We all put out vibes, I thought. The car-crazy men put out the "I am a good provider" vibe, and Ms. Pixie threw off a vibe proclaiming she is a flower waiting to bloom. These two threw off a sexual vibe so powerful a eunuch would have felt it. What vibe had I thrown off? Sexual to be sure... That my availability borders on the sluttish? Perhaps it did. Do my passions have in them a submissive component? Yes. These two had noticed all of the above. My cunt opened at the thought of this. He sat in a chair, after helping himself to a drink from the mini-bar. She dimmed some of the lights, letting our shadows play on the walls, and letting some of the lights from Atlanta come in. A match flared, casting a flicker over our faces, as he lit another cigar. Blowing out the match with a puff of smoke, he lifted his eyes to us and got comfortable in his chair. "Take her clothes off, ma." He directed from his chair. She did just that. She turned me around, unzipped my dress, and pulled the straps over my shoulders. It peeled off me, having stuck to my body in the humidity of the evening. She turned me around a bit, letting him see my breasts then my ass, before she hooked her fingers in my g-string and pulled it over my hips and legs. I stepped out of my g-string. She stood up with it in her hands, turned it inside out, and then walked over to him placing it in his hands. "She's wet." He said, after feeling the crotch of the g-string. "What's making you wet, Susan?" She asked. "Is it the thought of his cock or my pussy that got you wet, girl?" "Both." I said, little above a whisper. She smiled. "He's first, girl. After you take care of his hard cock, I'll let you have my sweet pussy." I nodded to this, feeling my cunt open all the more, get slick; letting my body betray my mind. "Get on your hands and knees, girl. Crawl over there and suck his cock." She said, motioning me to the floor. After a moment of hesitation, I did just that. She sat on the bed behind me and watched me over crawl to him. I kept my eyes on his as I did so, and he opened his legs best he could in anticipation of my arrival. "She's got a nice ass, Papi." She told him, just as I placed my hands on his thighs, moving them up to his cock. His baggy slacks could not hide his growing erection. I undid the buckle of his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and then unzipped his fly. He had not bothered with underwear this evening. I pulled his cock out, stroked him just a bit, and then began licking the head of his cock feeling his precum hit my tongue like a thunderclap in a summer rainstorm. I took more and more of his cock into my mouth until I had a nice stroke going on his cock, feeling him grow and grow in my mouth. I wondered what it would feel like spreading my legs for him, feeling his cock slide into my pussy, feeling his weight press down on me. All this and more passed my mind while I continued sucking his cock. "Is she a good cocksucker, Papi?" She asked, coming closer to us. "Oh yeah." He moaned, shifting his hips to expose more of his cock for me. She placed her hands on my ass, felt the fullness of them, then let one lone finger trail down between my cheeks to my wet and opening cunt. She slapped my thighs apart then, knelt between my now spread legs, and returned her hands to caressing and spreading my ass. All this drove me on, let me take more of his cock into my mouth, letting my tongue slide over his head and along his shaft as he continued fucking my mouth. He set his cigar down long enough to unbutton his shirt and pulled it off, not once disturbing my oral rhythm. He began pushing his pants down, and I broke contact long enough to help pull his pants down to his ankles and was joined by her in pulling off his shoes then pulling his pants off his legs. I managed to get a hand between his legs where I cupped and squeezed his testicles while I started again sucking his cock. She took his pants from under the chair, and I heard the sound of her pulling the flat leather belt off his pants. I knew what she had in mind, and in some deep dark recess of my mind, I welcomed it. I thought again to her ass, to the sight of her hips in her mini, and let my mind wander just a bit to the thought of me spanking her when the first blow from his belt landed on my ass. The sound of the sting rang into the silent air of the room, while I kept moving my mouth up and down his cock. She established her positioning, then. Her left hand extended so that her finger could caress my clit, while her right hand brought the belt down on my ass in ever more powerful strokes. I could feel my ass turn pink and then red, feel the heat rise up in me, feel the shockwaves travel from my ass to my clit then up my body, while my tongue sent shivers up his. He was big... his cock was nice and thick and cut, and all the previous banter and play let him ooze even more precum onto my tongue. "You're a little slut, aren't you Susan?" She asked, knowing I could not talk at that moment, the comment delivered with another lash of his belt on my ass. "You're a cocksucking whore, aren't you? My man's going to fuck you hard, and I'm going to sit right here and watch him." She is right, I thought. She had me pegged. There is nothing else I would rather be doing, no other place I would want to be, than right there at that moment: on my hands and knees between them, sucking his cock while she whipped my ass. He placed his hand on the back of my head, impaling my mouth on his cock, while she kept on striking my ass with that leather belt. The movement he felt as my mouth moved up and down his cock came from the movements of my body as I recoiled from the lashes falling on my ass. She stood up the, dropping the belt to the floor, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back. She leaned over and kissed me full on the lips, tasting his cock and our drinks while licking my tongue with hers. His hands went to my breasts, pinching my nipples for a moment before he stood and went over to the bed. She broke our kiss and pulled me to my feet, then guided me over to the bed where her boyfriend waited for us. He laid back on the bed, his erect cock lying on his tummy looking like a carved piece of ebony. She told me climb on him, which I did, and then at the last moment, she had me turn to face the foot of the bed. In other words, I would be facing the chair where her boyfriend has just been sitting. It was her turn for a show, and I intended on giving her a very good one. She sat down and, surprising me, took his still-lit cigar in her fingers, and motioned me to proceed. I pulled myself to my feet over him, straddling him, still wearing my new heels. I bent over and took his cock in my hand, stroking him, stroking his cock and letting him see my cunt and ass. I moved to a squat over his cock, rubbed his head on my lips, and then slowly slid his cock deep into my pussy. He was good... I loved feeling his length invade me, his width stretch me, and loved the feeling of my wetness coat his glorious cock. Sampling his drink and finding it wanting, she moved quickly to the mini-bar and, not finding champagne to her liking, proceeded to order a bottle and three glasses sent up to my room. Make yourself at home, dear. Truthfully, I was beyond caring, as I had more than enough on my mind stroking my cunt up and down his lovely cock. I got to my knees and began pushing back against his cock, letting him see his cock slide repeatedly into me, letting his hands spread and spank my ass while I fucked myself on his cock. I reached between his legs and squeezed his testicles again, gently letting his body know that I wanted him to enjoy mine. What was she doing, after she ordered up the champagne? She sat in the chair, legs crossed, puffing away on what was now her cigar. She smiled sweetly as I continued, smiled even more as she heard me begin to moan, and positively beamed whenever he spanked my ass. Every so often she would call out an encouragement or two, but for the most part remained silent letting things develop before her eyes. Once or twice, I asked (begged) her to undress, to uncross her legs, to let me see her breasts, each time a curt "No" brought the discussion to a close. In what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was probably closer to 15 minutes, we all heard a knock on the door. Her champagne had arrived. I made a move to move off his cock when she told him to keep on fucking me. I froze a moment as she rose to her feet, then felt his hands on my hips keeping me in place. "You're not going anywhere, Susan." He moaned, pulling me deep down on his cock. I was on my knees, straddling this lovely man, his cock deep in my cunt, and a room service waiter was about to see this erotic scene in explicit detail as soon as she opened the door. Making the best of this, I leaned forward to my elbows and put on a fantastic display of passion, all the time doing the best I could to hide my face with my hair. Nevertheless, God his cock felt good. Even as she opened the door I began rocking my hips back and forth against him, feeling his cock spread me and feeling his hands move to my ass guiding me up and down on his cock. The flummoxed waiter quickly regained his composure (for I am sure he has seem many similar things while on the job), had her sign the bill, and told her to place the tray outside when we were done. Suggestively, she told him she would call if she needed anything else, and then escorted him to the door. She came over to me, still on the bed, still riding her husband's fabulous cock, still fucking myself against his rigid cock. She laughed in my face, at my display of modesty so late in this game, and then kissed me. Her hands cupped my breasts, which turned to pinching my nipples with her fingers, pulling my breasts while I fucked up and down on his cock. "It's time for a drink." She announced. She went back to the tray, set out the glasses, and then poured us all glasses of champagne. "Baby, stop fucking her and come over here." I slid off him, took a moment to catch my breath, then rose to my feet, and followed him over to her. He also had a very nice ass. She handed him his glass of champagne, gave him a quick kiss, and then sat on the chair in front of him. She took his cock in her mouth, tasting my wetness on his shaft. "Girl, I cannot wait to taste your cunt. Before you have your champagne, you need to make my man cum." HE took a sip from his glass, and then leaned back against the table by her chair. I got on my knees again, my hands pulling his cock into my mouth, with her hand on the back of my head. "That's it, slut. Suck his cock. Make him cum in your mouth. Make my man feel good." Came her next instruction, making the last word roll long over her tongue as his cock slid against mine. I sucked him hard, squeezing his balls again, stroking the base of his shaft, and making my mouth a wet open space for his cock and cum. I felt his body relax as much as I felt his cock tense in my mouth, I felt his resistance to my mouth break down, felt his cock swell in my mouth, felt him begin twitch as his legs began to show just a slight sign of quivering. "That's it baby. Cum in this bitch's mouth." She moaned, matching his moan, now with both hands of hers fucking my mouth on his cock. "Bitch, you don't swallow his cum before I have a taste!" Finally, he did. I felt his final tense, almost pulling his cock off my tongue, when his first spurt shot to the roof of my mouth. I kept my mouth still while coaxing his cum from his cock, making my mouth so warm and open for him. He began sliding his cock in me again, rubbing his shaft against my tongue, letting the last of his cum ease out of his cock. With a huge sigh and a deep exhale he finished his orgasm. I took stock of things, gave his cock one last shuddering caress with my tongue, and then sucked his cock clean as I pulled my mouth off his cock. I turned to her, still on my knees, and parted my mouth just enough for her to see his cum on my tongue. "Open your mouth." I did as she instructed, letting her see his entire load and my tongue swimming in all of it. She gave me her mouth, gave me her tongue, as we shared his cum in the most flavorful kiss we had shared that evening. Her hands pulled my head to her mouth as my tongue pushed some of his cum from my mouth to hers. She broke our kiss, placed her hand under my chin, closing my mouth, and then said: "Swallow." I did. I felt his cum pass over my tongue and down my throat. His salty flavor filled my mouth as much as the scent from my arousal filled the air around us. I sat back on my heels for a bit, then he helped me to my feet and she gave me a well-deserved glass of bubbly. The sip I took, I savored, letting it mix with the various tastes of the evening, and feeling the effervescence mingle with the salty aftertaste of his cum. They shared their cigar after congratulating me on my oral talents. I smiled, thanked them, and continued sipping my champagne. His cock flagged a bit, now dangling down his thigh, and I suspected my body would yet again feel him in me. My engorged cunt told me we would not mind this in the least, and the champagne let my body and mind relax and enjoy the moment. She broke our mellow moment by asking me if I had enjoyed her boyfriend's cock. I assured her I had. Her hand went to my hip, playfully stroking my ass. She enjoyed watching him fuck me, she said, pulling my hips closer to her, seeming to inhale my scent as she did. "It seems fair you enjoyed watching him with me, after he enjoyed watching you with those two other men." I reasoned, recalling her tale of her bathroom surprise. "Besides, I am not the first woman you've seen him fuck." "No," she smiled, "you're not." She kept her gaze even with my pussy, enjoying (I hoped) my recent trim job, letting the moment build for both of us. She leaned forward and kissed the top of my pussy. Her kiss was gentle and quick, and heavy with the possibilities remaining that evening. She leaned back in her chair for a moment, and then rose to her feet next to me. I pulled her into my arms, into the middle of the room, dancing with her. Her boyfriend quickly stole her seat. She pushed me back to my bed, intent on teasing me just a bit more. She first reached behind her neck and untied her halter-top scarf. Pulling it down her front revealed a beautiful pair of breasts, perfectly enhanced. I made a mental note to ask her who did her breasts, and watched as she threw the halter-top on top of my dress at the foot of my bed. She began rolling her tight little skirt over her hips, pushing it down her thighs, until she stepped out of it and added it to our growing pile of clothes. She had on a g-string even more "barely there" than mine was. It fit her form perfectly. She turned her back to me, bent over as she pulled her g-string down, then turned to face me. Her pussy was perfectly bare, already slick, and very puffy. "Your Papi give you a ride before you got here, sweetie?" I asked, leaning back to the bed, opening my legs. "Better than he gave you, girl." She smiled her answer. "He's going to do you one better after we come up for air." "Oh, what's that?" I asked in a state of bemused indifference. "He's going to fuck your ass, girl!" She purred, climbing on the bed next to me. Any move I made to answer that statement, she quashed when she lowered one of her fabulous breasts to my mouth. My hands went to caress her breast, feeling its almost perfect size and weight, bringing her nipple to life. Her hand glided down the front of my body to my spread legs, exposed in the direction of her boyfriend. Oh, she was good. Her fingers told me stories she had not had time to tell me, of other women she had touched, of how she understood the power of her touch, of how her expert fingers could bring a woman to a state of delirium. By the time I switched from one perfectly shaped breast to the other, she had my cunt splayed open, my clit exposed, and my wetness running down to my ass. She cradled me like that, feeding me her breasts with one arm pulling me to her, while her other hand continued stroking my clit and cunt over and over, letting things build, never rushing my passion or our shared moment. My lips locked on the nipple in my mouth, forming a perfect seal by my sucking her thick long nipples deep past my teeth. Her nipples would be sore and chafed the next morning, and she would care about that as little as I did. "Yeah, baby... that's so good! Suck your Mami's titty, girl. Suck them good." She cooed into my ear. "Give me your pussy, girlie. Spread your legs for me. Be a good little slut for your Mami." My Mami knows what I want, what I need. My entire world closed down to the feeling of having this fabulous woman hold me in her arms, fingering my cunt while I sucked her breasts. I even closed my eyes and let her rock me back and forth in her arms, never once breaking contact between my mouth and her nipple, never once feeling her hand anyplace other than between my legs. Hotlanta Nights "You're Mami's little slut-girl, aren't you? You'll give up anything I want so you can have Mami's sweet pussy. You're a nasty little whore, baby." She kept at it, filling my ears with her sexual thoughts and my mind with images too explicit to contemplate. All this: her Papi's cock, my Mami's fingers, and her fabulous breasts, everything about this evening got to me. I felt it begin again, that deep reservoir building within me, that reservoir of lust and passion, fueled by cock and cunt and cum, gathering deep within me. The voluntary clenching of my cunt becoming automatic, involuntary, autonomic, predestined from the moment I slipped that g-string over my cunt earlier in the evening. She stroked me good, my clit between two of her fingers, rubbing me between them, pulling my face to her breasts, and pushing her nipple deeper in my mouth. I sucked her nipple hard into my mouth, felt her nipple elongate as my tongue coaxed her breast even deeper past my teeth. It happened, it flowed; it rushed forth from my clit to deep in my tummy and then back to my cunt. I let loose as if a river unleashed, my reservoir spilling over, wetting her hand and the bed beneath my ass. My chest heaved and my arms pulled her closer to me as my mouth lost contact with her breasts and I buried my moans beneath her beautiful breasts. Her fingers remained stroking my clit, teasing me now, keeping the flow from prematurely stopping, making sure my body gave to her everything both she and I desired. Her hand moved from teasing my clit to cupping my cunt, feeling my heat emanate even as my quaking subsided. Her hand moved in slow circles over my cunt as she once again guided her wet red nipple into my mouth. "That's so good, baby." She started again, this time moving her free hand behind my bed. "You're so good to both of us. You sucked and fucked him almost as good as I do!" The finest compliment I had received since I was in Jamaica. "And now you want your Mami's sweet pussy, don't you?" She pulled back, pulling her breast from my mouth with an audible pop. Her hand moved from my cunt to my face, she stroked the side of my face looking deep into my eyes. Would I do this for her, would I let his him fuck my ass just for a taste of her wet bare cunt? "Yes" I answered, to all of the above. She kissed my answer to life. She pulled a pillow to us, rolled me over on top of it, with the pillow under my tummy, and spread my legs. Her Papi came over to me, knelt by my head, and once again fed me his cock. I wanted him nice and hard for this. She moved behind me, knelt between my legs, used her hands to spread my ass, and then gave me a gentle lick from the base of my cunt all the way up to the base of my spine. Had those two men done this for her before they fucked her ass? Perhaps her Papi licked her long and good before he watched a couple of strange men fuck his girlfriend silly. It did not matter, I concluded, as his cock would soon slide deep in my ass, and the tongue I felt now, on my ass, preparing me for this, was hers. She pulled her tongue from my ass long enough to ask me where I kept my lubrication. Funny, I thought, she did not ask me if I had any; she presumed I did and asked me its location. Never minding that, and never lifting my mouth from her boyfriend's cock, I motioned her towards the bathroom, knowing she would find a tube of lubricant along with all my other items. Belatedly, it occurred to me my personal things also included my newly purchased vibrator, which she brought out along with the lubricant. "Look at what I found, Papi!" She announced after walking back in the room. "Our little slut's been a very bad girl!" She handed the tube to her boyfriend, kept the toy for herself, and then sat with her back against the headboard and her legs spread in front of me. Her boyfriend moved behind my spread legs. I could hear him undo the top and begin applying (what I hoped was copious amounts of) lubricant to his rigid cock. She smiled at me, placed my toy to her nose, and inhaled the scent I had left previously on it earlier that day. "Reach back and spread your ass for me, slut." Came his edict, as his hands moved to my ass. I did that for him, pulling my ass apart, letting him see my pink puckered ass. The cool lubricant he squirted coated and covered my ass, and then his fingers began working it inside of me. His fingers soon penetrated my upturned ass, giving me a sensation and a rhythm to break my concentration. His hands on my ass were almost as sure as hers had been on my cunt. Lifting my head to look at her once again, I asked her: "I thought you said I could have your cunt?" "After he fucks your ass, baby." She grinned, still the consummate tease. He guided his cock to the entrance of my ass, and then fell forward on his strong forearms on either side of my body. Letting his weight press against me, his cock began its slow insistent pressure against me, his head slipping past the muscles ringing my ass, his cock sliding deeper into me. Oh God, he was big. I gasped at the sensation, at the totality of it all, willing my body to take short even breaths, willing my body to relax and to let his cock work its magic on me. He paused just a moment, letting me accommodate his size, before pressing against me again, not content until near his full length nestled itself deep within me. "Damn, girlie's got a tight ass." He told her, resting the front of his hips against the back of mine. I did before I let you in there, I thought. He pulled back out, my ass puckering from the sensation of his shaft pulling out, then gently but less slowly plunged his cock deep back into me. My hands gripped the sheets under me as my face clenched in near pain. He was big but not too big, and already I could feel the stirrings deep within me that would soon help turn this momentary pain to a sensation of pleasure. My breathing established itself in a comfortable rhythm, which matched the one he established fucking my ass. His thighs held mine apart, his weight pressed down against me, and his cock began turning my cunt liquid. I felt in control enough to turn my gaze back to the lovely woman with her legs spread in front of me. She sucked my vibrator while caressing her cunt, making an obscene display of licking and sucking the head of my new toy. She pulled it from her mouth, turned it on, and let the buzz travel down her body to her wet open cunt. She is going to fuck her cunt with my own toy, I thought. My toy would get from her what my mouth could not. Her boyfriend kept on fucking my ass, spreading my ass with his hands, making my body respond anew with every deep stroke in me. She seemed to note every stroke, as if she could feel his cock slide in me, as if her body existed in symbiosis with mine. None of this kept her from sliding my toy down between her breasts to her cunt, pulling her lips apart, then sliding my toy deep in her. I noticed how easily my toy slid into her, how her cunt seemed to both open and grab at the same time, and how her wetness coated my toy. Entranced as I was with her lewd display I almost forgot her boyfriend's cock in my ass; right up until he brought my attention back with a powerful thrust combined with a sharp slap on my ass. I laid my head back down flat against the bed with my hands still entwined in the rapidly rumpling sheets. She stroked my face and pulled my hair back, exposing my open and panting mouth to her. Instinctively, I understood what she wanted: To see my every facial expression while her boyfriend slid his cock in and out of my ass. I wanted this, too. I wanted my Mami to see me being a very good slut, my body begging for her boyfriend's cock as much as my mouth wanted her slick wet cunt, my entire life energy focusing on being their pleasure pet. I pulled my hands from the sheets, swung them back to my hips, and spread my ass for my lovers. He took the hint, took his hands from my hips, and rested them on either side of my shoulders. Positioning his knees inside of mine, he used his vastly superior leg strength to spread my legs even wider. With my hands on my hips, the bunched pillow under my tummy, and my head pressed flat against the bed, my body formed a perfect tripod leaving my cunt and ass open for him. He took perfect advantage of this, sliding his cock deep in my ass with every stroke, his legs pressing mine further apart every time his hips met mine. She loved this too. She kept on caressing my face, brushing my hair back, watching my face contort in pleasure. I could tell from her movements on the bed she kept on fucking herself with my toy. I loved it that she did that, that my being with her boyfriend made her so hot she needed to pleasure herself. I kept silent for a moment, just to hear the sounds of her breathing and the sounds of his balls slapping against my cunt. I wanted more. I needed more stimulation. The primal urge rising in me had crested, and I sought to release this. I moved my left hand from my hip to under my tummy and began creeping my fingers lower on my body. I wanted to stroke my clit. I wanted to cum from his fucking my ass, my fingers stroking my clit harder and harder, feeling my legs tense and my ass grip his cock, feeling my cunt pulse and explode, feeling my head float above the bed, my body tingle all over... All of which came to an abrupt stop when she grabbed my arm. "What do you think you're doing, you little whore?" She spit out, obviously in a fit of playful pique. "Isn't my Papi's cock enough for you?" "Please... I need more!" I managed to gurgle out the side of my mouth. "We got us one greedy bitch, Ma. What do you think we should do?" He asked her, as if my wanton nature came as a surprise to him. She leaned over to him and, from what I could tell, whispered in his ear. Whatever she said met with his approval, for the next thing I knew he pressed himself flat against me, his left arm snaking under my body. After pulling me tight against his body, he used his right arm to lift both his body and mine off the bed. From there, he moved us back, until he sat back on his legs, and I sat on his thighs with my legs bent at the knee, with his cock still deep in my ass. His other arm wrapped around me, effectively keeping my arms pinned to my sides. I had never before felt such a tight embrace and while feeling so exposed at the same time. I looked up to see her, still on her knees next to where I had just laid my head, my toy still in her cunt. She stayed there for a moment, taking in the scene, absentmindedly sliding my toy in and out of her. She smiled. She looked so fabulous just kneeling there. She pulled the toy from her and approached me on her knees in one fluid motion that caught me off-guard. Without seeming to give it a moment's hesitation, she reached around my head, grabbed my hair, and then pulled my head back. She pressed her body against mine, brought the toy to my now open mouth, and told me to whispering hiss to "Suck it". I did. Simple as that, I tasted her juice on my toy. I reveled in the sensation as it hit my tongue, coated my mouth, and her scent filling my nose. She kissed my neck, still telling me to suck her juice from my toy, and tapped my toy deeper into my mouth. She wanted it down my throat. With him kissing my ear and her kissing my neck, I relaxed and let her gently guide the tip of the toy past my tongue and down my throat. She let my mouth expel the toy into her waiting hand, and gave me a kiss. Pinioned as I was on his cock, I knew that any sudden movement on my part would result in great discomfort. Even so, the tip of the toy glanced against my clit and gave me quite a shudder. He responded by gripping me even tighter in his arms. I did what I could to relax as she continued using the toy to spread my lips and tease my clit. Satisfied that I remained right where they wanted me, she eased my toy into my cunt. My body reacted almost immediately. Having my ass so full of his cock for so long had left my cunt very wet and very engorged. Even though my toy slid right in, the tightness of it all still came as a shock to me. I moved against his arms, trying to move my body off this double penetration, and only succeeded in getting myself more deeply impaled on his cock and the toy in her hand. He leaned back a bit, pulling me with him, exposing me even more to her. Slowly at first, she began fucking me with my toy, increasing her tempo as my body reacted to her efforts. She flicked the switch on at the same time she pressed the heel of her palm against my clit. It was amazing the sounds I heard: the jazz-like street noise filtering in through the open windows, the rasp of his breathing as I continued grinding my ass against his cock, the low rumble of my very deep breathing, and the buzz of the toy in my cunt. She gave my clit continual rubs with the heel of her palm while at the same time using her fingers to slide my toy in and out of my cunt. I could not stay still against this; I needed to move my body in unison with her rhythm, which meant I began sliding my ass up and down on his cock. All the coy conversation from earlier in the evening, the pretense of the mating ritual, the "will she put out" vibes I had thrown out at the lounge were gone. I existed purely as a bisexual slut for this lovely couple's enjoyment, enjoying this wickedly erotic double penetration; knowing that I would not trade places with anyone on earth, and that I was getting exactly what I needed from these two wonderful lovers. Deep inside me, it began stirring again, that total release and willful abandonment to the moment. I felt my cunt flare and open for her while my ass gripped his cock. To the sounds of the night I added a slow moan emanating from deep within me, a sound building in intensity matched with the overload of sensations flowing over my body. I felt light-headed which made me happy he had not loosened his grip on me. I felt my nipples harden and my tummy tighten, and my legs started to quiver and shake. I could not fight the feeling building within me, nor would I have done so had I had the energy to do so. I wanted to give them this release as much as I wanted it myself, knowing they would see it as an accomplishment beyond the purely physical. It welled within me, the reservoir once again full, until it began spilling over and then flowing so easily from the top of my head to the ends of my toes. My cunt seemed at the same point to gape open and swallow the toy she slid in and out of me. She gave my clit one last vigorous rub with the heel of her hand and then my body exploded for them. I uselessly thrashed against his arms while rubbing my pussy back against her hand and let slip from deep within me an orgasm that flowed down over the toy and her hand with an initial gush, then kept on flowing as my moan turned into a high-pitched wail filling the room, drowning out all other sounds of the night. Things eased down a bit as my orgasm completed its run. She gingerly let the toy slip from my cunt, and then broke contact between her palm and my clit. I was breathless, tingling all over, and thoroughly spent. He let go of me then, letting me fall into her waiting arms. She and I kissed again. I loved the twin feelings of her tongue in my mouth matched with his cock still in my ass. She carefully laid me down on my side, while he carefully moved into a spoon position behind me. As relaxed as I was, still I felt his cock gently rocking back and forth in me. She pulled my top leg up and over my body, then moved to kneel in the crook of my body, and used her hands to spread my ass. She had a perfect view of his cock sliding in me. "Cum for me, Papi. Let me see your cock shoot all over her ass. Show me how much you love her ass." She had enjoyed watching his cock in me throughout the evening. She wanted this final denouement, this final debasement of me, and she wanted to watch it develop before her eyes. He began short-stroking me. His cock pulled out to just the upper shaft, then rubbing back in me, repeating over and over, quickening in pace as his own orgasm built in him. I closed my eyes and focused on remaining relaxed while clenching his cock with my ass. I wanted him to cum for me, for her, for all of us. I wanted to feel his final enjoyment of my body, thinking his release a gift, a sign of his sublime gratification. Her hands kept my ass parted, offering her a perfect view for when his orgasm approached. Feeling the head of his cock swell in me, and then feeling his cock pulled from me, I could tell my ass remained gaped yet feeling the absence of his cock. I sensed him using his hand to stroke his cock, bringing him to orgasm, shooting his thick streams of cum between the cheeks of my ass. The warm liquid sensation felt wonderful on my ass. I kept perfectly still, relaxing my entire body, and keeping myself open. She watched with obvious delight as his cum, trailing down between my cheeks, dripped and rolled down into my gaped ass. He flipped to his back, completely spent. She nestled next to me, flat on her back, with my arm over her body. I brushed her hair from her face, arranged it in a fan under her head, and kissed her. We shared a kiss for a very long time, with our lips locked and our tongues entwined in the kind of kiss where our mouths seem to join as one. She knew what I wanted as much as I did. She pulled from our embrace until her upper body rested against a couple of the pillows, then spread her lovely thighs exposing her pussy to me. Without a word, I moved between her legs. Her engorged cunt beckoned to me, as did her clit peeking out from the top of her lips. The kiss I had started with her mouth continued as I pressed mine against her nether lips. She responded almost immediately to me, spreading her legs even wider and pulling her knees up to her body. I placed my hands under her fabulous ass, squeezing her cheeks as I let my tongue trail from her pussy to her ass. I nuzzled my nose against her cunt inhaling her scent as I flattened my tongue and caressed her ass. I felt her pucker and relax, then let my mouth move back up to her pussy. Effortlessly, I let the middle finger from my left hand caress and press against her ass until it slid deep within her. She arched her back and moaned in response. My mouth moved to her clit, gently sucking on her, while the index and middle fingers from my right hand slipped into her warm wet hairless cunt. Her boyfriend snuggled against me, his hand on my lower back, watching me use my mouth and fingers pleasure his girlfriend. His wide hands massaged my back and cupped my ass, seemingly pulling me deeper into her legs. As if I needed further encouragement. I had given so much to this very moment I would not let him rush me. What did rush things was her elongated state of arousal. She had watched so much, constantly on edge these past hours, so much so that her release could not wait. Her hands moved to her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples. I began sluicing my tongue, using my tongue to suck her clit, establishing a rhythm she soon matched with her fingers on her nipples. I rocked my finger in her ass while using my fingers in her cunt to spread against and massage against that bundle of nerves on the front of her vagina. Finding what I wanted, I began crooking my fingers against her, spreading them over then sliding them hard up against her, feeling her cunt open with every move. Her clit began pulsing on my tongue, which drove me further, making me suck and caress her clit faster and faster. She gave her back one final violent arch, pulling and elongating her nipples with her fingertips, then pushed her cunt back against my fingers and mouth. I kept stroking deep in her pussy as she thrashed her orgasm against me, her thighs closing against the sides of my face, blocking the view of her boyfriend in the process. I did not care; this moment was for her and I alone. Her spasms continued as my fingers massaged and pulled her cum from her, as my mouth sucked on her clit, as my finger rocked in her ass, all in perfect time with her body. She came and came for me. I loved the feeling of her exploding against my face. I moved my mouth off her clit just when I thought her close to sensation overload, moved my mouth to her open cunt, and licked the last of her orgasm into my waiting mouth. As her body eased down from it's high, I eased my finger from her ass, then let my tongue turn from licking from her to licking flat against her lips, grabbing the last of her wetness from her still quivering cunt.