1 comments/ 22699 views/ 8 favorites Come Chinese, Leave Mexican By: Diego_da_Silva Encrucijada, which means Crossroads in Spanish, is the most popular nightclub in town. The music playing here is a type of slow vibe techno with deep beats - the kind of sound you hear at low key dives. Although Encrucijada isn't the prime location one comes to dance at, the dance floor is seldom empty and always packed with slow moving bodies. With a lackadaisical atmosphere, Encrucijada is where you come to melt your worries away and take it easy. Encrucijada caters mostly to an Asian crowd. Many years ago this place used to belong to a burgeoning Dominican entrepreneur, but he has since sold the club off and moved on. Even though the club kept the foreign name, the Spanish based theme changed over the years to accommodate a growing Asian immigrant population. The moist, hot club air is thick with odorless smoke blown out of sleek ceiling mounted fog machines. Asian Men in expensive suits dance with the sweaty, swaying brown bodies of beautiful girls across the freshly waxed pine dance floor. Joyous fingers snap in the air as luxurious dresses twirl in circles. At a small, circular table in the back corner of the club, Joe and Esme sit away from the busyness. On the middle of the table there is a tall red candle, melting away, fuming a sweet scent into the immediate vicinity. The candle smoke slowly circles around the table, gathering before Joe and Esme in a near still ring formation mirroring the table underneath. The lazy haze soothes their senses as they drink quietly together. Esme has always been shy in social settings. Joe always tries his best to make sure Esme feel comfortable whenever they go out on the town. One way he does this is to make sure they have their own secluded alcove away from the hustle and noise, which always seems to threaten Esme's demure nature. Joe is 5'7", thin, fit and 24 years old. He comes from a half White, half Mexican background, giving him a mulatto skin tone. He wears black slacks and a dark brown button down shirt. His hair is black, cut short and messy. Joe loves using cheap styling gels to give his hair a bird's nest appearance. Joe has never been shy around other people. Never one to skirt attention, Joe does like to peacock from time to time. Most importantly, Joe enjoys being in control of his surroundings. Esme is 5'2" and has a perfect hourglass figure, topped at both ends by perfect curves. She is 22 years, comes from a pure Mexican heritage which gives her dark olive-brown skin. She wears a long, loose fitting, raven black sun dress - it's bottom reaches down just above her ankles. Her black heels are a few inches high and ends in black leather straps, which buckle on the front of the top of her feet. Esme's hair is deep brown and wrapped in a long pony tail by a few hair bands. Her pony tail reaches all the way to the top of her perfectly round butt. Unlike Joe, Esme is deathly afraid of social settings. Joe and Esme used to come to Encrucijada more often years ago when it wasn't so expensive. As Encrucijada scaled up, the prices of the drinks began to escape Joe's means, and they frequented the establishment less and less. Esme doesn't work as she had just graduated with her bachelors one month prior, so they rely on Joe's pocket when they go out. Tonight is a special night. There is a collection of various glasses on the table in front of Esme, all of which are empty. The same kind of drinks have congregated in front of Joe as well. The key difference is that Joe isn't feeling the alcoholic buzz like Esme has just started to. The only way Esme ever opens up out of her shy little world is, like most young impressionable girls, to get alcohol in her. Joe knows this, and as such, buys her round after round. The drinks are pretty weak when taken alone, but after a few of them, Esme begins to feel their potency kick in. Joe raises his voice due to the loud thumping of the music, "Hey Esme, here is a 20. Go to the bar and get us another round of Orange Crash." Joe doesn't like the fruity orange drink at all. Esme does, though. "Sure thing, Papi." Esme grabs the 20, stands up, and saunters towards the bar. After Esme leaves, Joe pulls out his smartphone, holds it in both hands under the table, and thumbs away at it's on screen keypad. * * * * Sitting on a tall wooden stool, Esme waits for the bartender to mix her drinks. With the order already placed, she bobs her head to the music echoing to the bar from the dance floor. "Excuse me. What drinks did you order?" Esme looks over her left shoulder. Standing behind her is a young, tall Asian man, his face betraying his Chinese origins to Esme. Esme knows a Chinese man when she sees one. His English is perfect though, with no trace of any accent. "Oh... um..." Esme stutters a little while trying to remember the name of the drink she had just ordered. Her face swells up a bit. The Chinese man notices Esme turn her head down to the bar and blush. Even though her hair is bound in a ponytail, some errant hairs, which have escaped her noticed over the evening, slide over her curvy face. Amused, the Chinese man introduces himself, "Where are my manners? My name is Brian. Um... I'm not bothering you, am I?" Esme awkwardly turns her head left and right ,"Oh, no... Not at all!" Embarrassed, she grabs the loose hairs on her face and tries to cover her reddening cheeks. Without even acknowledging her shyness, Brian looks away from her and asks, "What is your name, beautiful?" Esme's brushes her loose hair and tucks it behind her ear closest to Brian, "My name is Esme." "What a pretty name for something so young and cute. Are you..." Brian is annoyingly interrupted by the burley bartender passing two orange colored drinks to Esme. Esme blows a sigh of relief as Brian's question is stopped mid sentence. Esme passes the 20 to the bartender, "Keep the change!" The bartender replies with a thank you, then walks off. Looking at Brian, while averting his gaze, Esme blurts out, "Well it's been nice I gotta go." With a glass in each hand, Esme quickly pushes past Brian, is quickly swallowed up by a crowd of people near the bar, and is gone. The bartender returns, chuckles, then off handedly says to Brian, "Ha... Those drinks were only eight bucks total. You must have spooked her good, buddy." Brian ignores the bartender, turns around to face the crowd, and adjusts the collar of his light gray Italian suit. He slicks his hair back, places his elbows behind him on the bar, and smirks. * * * * Esme returns to the small, round table in the corner of the club and plops down both glasses. She runs her hands under her backside to straighten out her wrinkled dress, then sits down. Joe looks at his smartphone to check the time then grabs his Orange Crush, "What took you so long, beautiful?" Esme waves her hand, dismissing him, "Oh, nothing really..." then forces a smile, "just some dude hitting on me at the bar." Joe lazily sips his drink, "Did he bother you?" Esme responds, "No, not really." She notices that Joe's concern wasn't all that genuine. Plenty of times before, Joe had gotten angry over much smaller incidents, but this time he seemed to almost ignore her. Joe looks around the table near Esme, "Where is the change, beautiful?" Slightly annoyed that Joe didn't push the issue further about the man who hit on her, Esme overtly lies to slight Joe, "The bartender was the guy hitting on me, if you must know. I thought he was cute, so I gave him the rest of your money as a tip." Esme takes a swallow then looks away from Joe. Joe leans back and places both hands behind his head, stretching, "Well, aren't we a bit feisty tonight?" Esme shoots Joe a nasty look. Joe realizes she is picking up on his nonchalant mood. He has to change gears quickly to keep her in an open minded mood. Joe leans forward, moves the table candle aside, grabs one of her hands and apologetically looks at Esme, "Listen, I'm sorry. Did you want me to get jealous like I normally would? We've been together for six years and I think that I'm finally learning to trust you. To not be so protective of you when we go out to have some fun." Esme notes that this is one of the more sincere things Joe has said in a long time. Maybe she is being too harsh on him. She doesn't want to ruin his good mood tonight, either. Esme grabs the long pink straw in her glass and swirls around the orange liquid, "No, it's okay Joe. I'm sorry. I'm just not so used to you... um... respecting me like this. I expected more of that Spanish jealousy your famous for." Esme smiles to herself then sips the straw. Joe chuckles. He had always loved her smooth, authentic Mexican accent. Her voice is part of what makes her so drop dead gorgeous to most men. Joe knows how lucky he is to have her in his life. Some months ago Joe would get extremely jealous of Esme around other people. Their fights got to the point where they nearly broke up a few times. One day, Joe remembered that it was his father's Mexican pride and jealousy that drove his mother to divorce him. After that epiphany, Joe decided he would do anything to make Esme his forever. Anything... As both of them are trying their best to not offend the other, they sit in silence, taking in the low thrumming vibe music permeating throughout the club. Joe stands up, brushes his dress shirt, extends a hand to Esme and smiles at her, "Hey beautiful, let's dance a bit, okay?" Esme loves to dance, and her legs were getting restless from sitting all night. As they leave the table, Joe quickly picks up Esme's orange drink and hands it to her, "Hey, this thing cost me 20 bucks. Finish it up!" Esme feels a twinge of guilt and doesn't protest. She didn't feel like drinking anymore, but she feels obliged. She fingers the pink straw aside and hurriedly gulps the sweet orange alcohol down her throat. After she was done they leave the table. Esme notices, however, that on the table, Joe's orange drink is still full... Even though she is shy, Esme knows how to dance. Joe is no slouch either. The two of them slice the dance floor up with fevered feet. Esme's vision blurs slightly as Joe pulls and pushes her around in circles. She begins to feel a bit tipsy, and asks Joe to slow down a bit. Joe nods and graciously slows down. Esme wasn't sure if it was the alcohol making her see things or not, but Joe seems to not even pay attention to her as they dance. "Hey beautiful, I left my drink at our table." Joe rolls his fist into a ball, sticks out his thumb, and points over his shoulder towards the bathroom, "I'm going to finish it, then use the bathroom, okay?" Esme nodded. Joe hugs Esme and kisses her on the cheek, then walks off the dance floor through the slow dancing crowd. Esme dances alone. With her eyes closed, head tilted back and arms half bent and out to her sides she relishes in the slow, melodic beats of the jazzy techno. With her head feeling light from the alcoholic buzz, Esme is lost in the moment. Alone in the dense crowd surrounding her. Esme feels some rude asshole roughly press up against her from behind. Pissed, she turns around to see what oaf would be grinding up on her like that. It's an Asian guy, around 8" taller than she. His smile is wide and goofy. His hair is well combed, slicked back, revealing bright pink cheeks on his face. He is wearing what seems to be an expensive deep blue suit topped of by a light blue tie and held together with a shiney black leather belt. The Asian man holds a deep glass darkly colored by brown alcohol in one hand. The drinks long yellow straw races around the cup's shiny rim as he dances next to her. Esme doesn't know what to do. She doesn't want to anger him by telling him off, but she also doesn't want Joe returning to see this stranger dancing with her. Joe may be mellow tonight, but who knows if that might set him off. Esme throws the Asian an awkward smirk and turns her back to him. She hopes he will get the hint to leave her alone. The Asian doesn't seem to notice. Or care. He grinds against her backside for half a minute. Esme ignores him as much as possible. Her eyes open wide as she starts to feel his crotch pressing up between her round butt cheeks. Esme feels really awkward. She secretly wishes that Joe would return quickly so that he could cut in and end this. The Asian man's crotch starts to get hard against her dress, pressing onto her, sliding up and down across her butt. "Hey, how 'bout you let off on her!" Esme is relieved. She sees the Asian man get pushed away from her by a shadow over her shoulder. She is so happy Joe has returned. Esme turns to Joe and hugs him hard. Esme immediately realizes her error as the man she is clutching tight is not only taller than Joe but his abs that are hard and defined. She has never been this close to such muscular abs before as they press up against her squishy breasts. Breaking the moment of amazement, she pushes away from the stranger. Esme looks up and notices that the stranger is the Asian man she had met earlier at the bar. She quickly blushes as she tries to remember his name. "Um, thank you... Brian..." Esme's voice trails off. Brian dismisses her, "Don't mention it." He then puts his hands on his sides, "Unfortunately, Cy's my friend. He's drunk, but harmless." Brian looks around inquisitively, "Where is Joe?" As Brian's words fall on her ears, Esme notices Cy still dancing, looking at her. He doesn't move back into her personal space. It's as if Brian controls him with some unseen power, holding him at an imaginary arms length. Esme tries to add a little wedge between her and Brian, "Joe went to the bathroom and he'll be right back." She lied. He'd only been gone for a few minutes and probably wouldn't be back for a while. Brian looks down at her and smiles, "Don't worry, I won't hurt ya'. I'm a nice guy. I'll just here with you until Joe gets back. You seem a tad drunk. I wouldn't want any of these..." Brian looks around the dance floor, raising his voice for everyone in the immediate area to hear, " wolves all up on you while your man is gone." Something about Brian protecting her in this way peeks her curiosity about him. Esme notices Brian is taller than Cy. She didn't notice him at the bar, but Brian is quite clean cut and handsome. "While we wait, mind if I dance with you? I'll keep my distance." Brain asks honestly. By mistake Esme slips a smile, then nods. "Here, have a sip." Brian reaches over Esme's shoulder and grabs Cy's drink. Cy jokingly protests, "Hey fucker!" Brian shoots a pointing, accusatory finger at Cy. Cy immediately guffaws, ignored Brian and dances on his own. "Don't worry, the drink is safe. See?" Brian sucks some alcohol through the straw. Esme isn't sure if she saw what she saw, but Brian's tongue quickly slips out of his mouth, tracing his upper lip, then vanishes. Brian places the long straw between two fingers and maneuvers it to her mouth. He rests the straw between her lips as she gulps the alcohol down, one knot of liquid after another. The dark liquid is sour and strong as it burns its way down her throat. Esme closes her eyes as she feels the burning within her. Before she could feel it, Brian had his index finger inside her mouth. Between her burning throat and dizzy demeanor, she didn't realize what was going on. Esme opens her eyes and sees Brian staring at her while his finger moves in and out of her mouth. She instinctively sucks lightly on his finger, tasting the alcohol from his pale skin. Smiling, Brian pulls his index finger out and pushes his long middle finger into the back of her mouth, and then down her throat. Esme fights the urge to gag. Shutting her eyes, she tightens her throat around his middle finger. She never had anything this far down her throat before. She loves feeling Brian fuck her throat with his strong, stiff middle finger. Brian leans over to her ear and whispers, "Esme... This finger isn't the half of me." Esme's eyes open wide as she pulls her head back, gagging at the quick release of Brian's long finger. She bends over, puts her hands on her knees and coughs. Esme fights the alcoholic dizziness encasing her brain and manages to ask, "Wait... wha... what did you say?" Without missing a beat, Brian responds, "I said, I figure Joe is probably half way back here by now." Brian extends a hand and gently grabs one of Esme's hands. Brian moves up to Esme as he starts to dance with her. Brian inches closer until Esme feels his body press up against her breasts. His arms are straight out over her shoulders. Something about Brian seems so honest, so safe. Esme doesn't know why, but she puts her arms around Brian and dances with him. Esme is lost in the music, the atmosphere. The strobe lights flicker and beam through the fog around her, flashing rainbow colors across her black dress and olive skin. Esme feels Cy bump up behind her. Cy starts to slowly grind up against her backside. Before she can say anything Brian begins to grind up against her breasts. Esme is trapped between two strange Asian men. She should feel scared, maybe even violated, but she is beginning to enjoy them dancing close on her. As the music beats get deeper, full of jungle bass, Esme starts to feel Cy's hard cock press between her butt cheeks. This time, though, she doesn't mind the intrusion. Almost simultaneously she feels Brian's cock press between her round, firm breasts. Being more than a foot taller than Esme, Brian's cock is smack dab in the middle of her breasts. She feels both dicks compressing her like a flesh vice. Esme isn't quite sure, but even though Cy's dick feels pretty big, she swears Brian is hiding a monster in his pants. She couldn't quite feel all of his cock at once, it feels so huge! Brian pulls a foot away and reaches into his pants and adjusts himself. Brian moves in and presses up against Esme's breasts again, but this time his long cock is facing down. This time, Esme feels the full length of his member as it pushes down between her breasts and onto her tummy. Cy's cock is facing up and sliding through her ass while Brian's cock is sliding downwards against her breasts and stomach. Brian's dick doesn't even feel hard like Cy's, but it sure feels bigger! Esme notices Brian shoot Cy a glance. Cy nods and they pull away from her. Brian barks cautiously at Cy, "Hey, watch it... Play it cool." Esme looks to her side and sees Joe walking back, dancing as he comes closer. Esme wonders if Joe saw these two men grinding on her. With a cheerful smile, Joe seems to not have noticed anything. His head scans the chaotic, dimly lit dance floor as he looks for Esme.. "Excuse me." Esme hurriedly walks away from the two Asians and over to Joe, extending her open hand. Esme is relieved, "Hey Papi! I was looking for you. I feel a little dizzy... Can we sit down for a bit?" Joe looks at her with genuine concern, "Sure. Let's go!" Esme forcefully pulls Joe from the dance floor. They make their way back to their secluded, candle lit table. Joe notices Esme nervously peering around the club. Esme lets out a squeak! then looks down at the table. A tall Asian man dressed in an expensive suit walks up behind esme and looks down at Joe. "Hey guys, mind if I sit for a minute." Joe looks at Esme then back at the Asian, "Sure. Chill out for a bit." Joe waves the Asian to the table. "Thanks friend." The Asian pulls up a chair and sits between Joe and Esme. The Asian smiles, "My name is Brian." Brian extends his hand, and Joe shakes it. "My name is Joe, and this is my girlfriend Esme." Esme gives a limp wave, then wraps her arms around her her breasts. "Yeah, I noticed your orange drink there..." Brian points to Joes full glass. Esme tilts her head in slight confusion at the full glass. Brian continues, "I just wanted to know what that was and if it's any good." Come Chinese, Leave Mexican "Oh this? This is an Orange Crash. It's fine, but Esme here... Oh she loves it!" Without asking, Brian reaches over Joe and grabs his glass.. Brian sips from the rim, then places it back on the table. Brian proclaims, "I just sold my company and I am here celebrating. I'm just looking to try different drinks, ya know? Get a little wasted!" Joe's eyebrow raises, "Really? What company did you own?" Brian answers, "Have you guys heard of Telecom?" Joe reaches for his phone, turns it on, and shows it to Brian. "You mean this program here?" "Yeah, that's the one. I created that years ago. Once Telecom went public, I sold it. Check out the 'about page' on the app. You'll see my name is still on there. Should be on there for another two years as per the contract when I sold it" Brian fumbles inside his suit coat and pulls out a dark leather wallet. Brians opens the wallet then hands Esme his driver's license. "See? That's me. I sold Telecom for millions last week and tonight, I'm just looking to blow some of that money. Let loose! I've been tied up in an office for two years making that thing. I just want to wind down and forget about work for a night or two. Get fucked up! Par-tay!" Brian raises his hands in the air and does a little happy dance. Brian sees that he didn't elicit the response he wanted from the pair, so he goes silent for a minute as if to let his story sink in. Joe looks at Esme and gives her a look that he's impressed. Esme smiles and stays quiet. "Hey, if you don't mind... What are your nationalities? I assume you're Americans, but you look Spanish. I'm Chinese." Brian pops his collar a bit and sits back, obviously happy with himself. "We are both Mexican. I'm half and she's full. When we first met she jokingly called me gringo all the time!" Esme gives Joe a soft smile. Joe leans over the table and sips his orange drink, "I must say Brian, I-am-impressed!" Brian snaps his fingers as if an idea was just born in his head, "Hey, I have a penthouse nearby, it's only like... ten minutes away. You guys want to take this party over there?" Brian asks the question as if he already knew what the answer would be. Much to Esme's surprise, Joe replies, "Sure. I'd like to know more about Telecom. I got a few questions about it." Joe then looks at Esme with a smile so sweet and sincere Esme couldn't say no, "You don't mind if we go, do you?" "Um... I don't mind. It's loud in here and my head is pounding from all these drinks." Esme puts a hand to her forehead and looks down. "Ugh... I feel a little sick... I think." Brian stands up and announces, "Great! I'll park my aston martin on the corner. Just meet me there and then follow me to my place." The three stand up together and walk away from their secluded table in the corner of the club. * * * * Through the dark night, cut by tall buildings and street lights, Joe drives. He tries to keep up with Brian's fast accelerating super car. As Brian illegally cuts through traffic into less congested lanes, Joe does his best to keep the Aston Martin in sight as he follows. Esme hangs one arm on the open window slot of the passenger side door. Her head leans on her arm as she stares out into the blurring buildings and colorful lights whizzing by her. Esme's eyes begin to close as the hypnotic motions around her lull her senses. Esme drifts into a light slumber... It was only a few years ago when Esme was a freshman in college. She had been dating Joe for two years by then, and this was the first time she was apart from him. The college was only a two hour drive from where she and Joe lived, but it was far enough to create vast oceans of longing in her heart for Joe. She did her best to keep occupied after classes. Being shy, she never bothered to actually join any clubs or meet any new people, but she did voyeur people from time to time. Three times a week the school's athletic swim team would meet at the olympic sized pool located on campus for practice. They practiced for state and local championships. Three times a week, Esme would attend each practice, but not as a swimmer, but as an onlooker. There was something about a swimmers body that fascinated Esme. She never did understand her attraction to them. She figured that since she grew up among shorter, non athletic boys her whole life that the tall, muscular swimmers were something of a forbidden fruit. Something to admire, but never taste. Her boyfriend Joe was very athletic and skinny, but he wasn't nearly as tall as these boys were. Joe was also the only boy she'd ever been in love with, in bed with. For no particular reason, the swim team consisted of mostly Asian boys. Most from China, with a spattering from Japan and one from India. In particular, Esme loved it when the Chinese boys would leave the pool by ladder. Their muscular arms pulling their tight, wet bodies up the ladder, tensing, popping biceps and shoulders. They would step onto the pool edge, and as they bent up to stand off the ladder, their abs would glisten from the water and stretch. Their long, powerful legs filled with quadriceps separating it into four sections. Sometimes, as if to taunt her, the Chinese boys would turn around to adjust their swim trunks. The would place a finger under its waistband and pull the trousers around, adjusting the spandex fabric around their wet, firm asses. Trapped water would escape from the tight swim trunks and stream down the backs of their legs. With hands on her chin, and elbows on her knees, Esme sat and wished that she was the water sliding down their bodies. She has only ever seen one of them do it once, mostly because they did it while in the pool, but one time a tall Chinese boy stepped out of the pool, put his hand down the front of his swim tights and adjusted his cock. This time, though, the Chinese boy didn't stop adjusting. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke it downward against the side of his leg. He held his tights open with one hand and stroked himself with his other hand. As he stroked himself, Esme could see his biceps bulge and his abs tighten. The Chinese boy looked up, right at Esme. It was Brian! Esme wakes up as the car stops in a hotel's parking lot. "Hey beautiful, we're here." With her headache subsiding, Esme slowly turns to Joe and manages to force a groggy smile. Joe notices her face is flush red. She turns back around to face outside the car and looks up. The hotel Brian lives in stretches tall into the cloudy night sky. It's top seemingly satisfying the stars. "Ready to ride to the top?" Brian's voice surprises Esme as he strides past her car door. Brian walks up to the hotel front doors, turns around, looks at Esme, smiles, then enters the building. Wait... Esme thought... Did Brian just... adjust himself, before entering the building? * * * * Only a few floors from the top of the hotel, Brian's penthouse stretches out before Joe and Esme as they enter through it's oaken front door. Marble steps greet them as they descend into the white tiled living room. The penthouse itself is one vast room, much like a giant studio. The aesthetic of the place is a type of modern Asian in origin. Very clean lines cut around the penthouse with very few curves. Joe notices that the entire penthouse is devoid of much furniture. Except for what seems to be the master bedroom, the only furniture in the entire penthouse are a cream colored leather couch, a leather love chair, a few glass side tables flanking the couch and some futuristic looking lamps scattered around the living room. Simple white tile covers the entire penthouse floor, except for the master bedroom. There, a thick, brown carpet lines the room. On top of the carpet is a large king sized bed, two blue-metal nightstands and a large blue-metal wardrobe. Cutting of from one side of the large room is a hallway. Joe can't see what is down the hallway, but it might just be more rooms. The kitchen is also part of the large center room opposite where the hallway is located. The kitchen is simple white with a large marble countertop separating it from the the living room. There is the usual appliances plus a large wine rack filled with about 20 different bottles. To Joe, the penthouse gives off an air, as if Brian rented it just for this occasion. The entire penthouse is basically empty, save for the very center of the living room, where it seems an event has been planned with the strategically placed furniture, and the master bedroom. The entire flow of the penthouse revolves around the lonely couch and loveseat, as if only they matter tonight. Brian takes a controller off the wall next to the front door, and clicks a few buttons. The penthouse lights dim, only letting out a soft glow, and a slow, deep trance type song begins to play in the back ground. The sounds is coming from speakers built into the walls all around the penthouse. Joe could swear this penthouse was cut straight from Blade Runner, and transported here just for tonight. "Hey guys, make yourself at home. I'm gonna go take a shower." Brian points over to the kitchen. "That's the kitchen. Just go ahead and eat and drink whatever you want. Just relax." Joe responds delightfully, "Thanks man." as he walks over to the kitchen and starts to look through the wine rack selection. Esme walks over to the center of the penthouse. Each step she takes on the tile echoes throughout the entire room. Esme sits down on a large cream leather couch in the living room. Joe returns with two wine glasses filled with red liquid. He hands one glass to Esme then sits next to her. Joe sips, "He wasn't lying about his fortunes, was he?" Esme puts her glass down on a glass top side table and puts her hand to her head, "Si, shhhhh... My headache is going away, but it still hurts... and I am a little drunk right now, ja?" Joe smiles, "Sorry deary. Listen, I'll give you a moment to relax. I left my phone in the car. I'm gonna go get it. I'll be back in a bit. Just listen to the music and chill." Without paying too much attention to what Joe said, Esme nods, "Sure. Can you get my some aspirin from the glove box?" "Oh, of course! I'll be right back." Joe walks over to ajar bathroom door where Brian is showering, pushes it open and yells in over the sound of the shower, "Hey Brian?" Garbled by the shower water raining on his face Brian responds, "Sup?" "I'm going to my car to get some aspirin for Esme. I'll be back in, uh, ten minutes." "Sure thing! Just leave the front door unlocked so you can get back in. I might still be showering and Esme might be passed out by then!" Brian chuckles. Joe laughs back, 'Alright, be right back." Joe then closes the bathroom door and strolls to the collection of furniture at the center of the penthouse. He slows down as he walks behind Esme on the couch. Esme's eyes are closed as he looks down behind her head. Joe traces his hand along the top of the cream leather couch, past Esme's head. He blows her a silent, unnoticed kiss, then steps up the marble stairs and out the door. Esme sits on the couch and sips her wine. After finishing half of her drink she places the glass down on the glass side table and lays back on the soft couch. She straightens out her black dress, pushing out any wrinkles. Her eyes are half open as she begins to drift in and out of sleep. Esme is woken up by the sound of the shower door slamming shut. She looks over and sees Brian walking from the bathroom to his bedroom, naked! Ashamed at seeing Brian naked, Esme half closes her eyes and fakes sleeping. She is still looking at him through slits. Esme wonders, did Brian notice me see him naked? Holding a bath towel, Brian's arms stretch above his head, drying his hair and face. As Brian walks, his leg muscles tense, popping tight veins and prickled white skin. From this angle she can only see his defined backside as he walks up to his bed. Brian is so muscular and hot! A twinge between her legs appears, suddenly, and shoots a shudder through her thighs. At the edge of his bed Brian turns around to face Esme. He takes his towel and rubs it down his muscular chest and tight abs. He pushes the towels past his v cut right above his groin and grabs his cock. Oh wow, Esme thought, Brian is gigantic! Brian strokes his monster cock downwards with the towel. Esme can't believe what she is seeing. Even soft Brian's cock is bigger than Joe's erect penis! "I know you're awake Esme. I saw you look at me when I left the bathroom." Esme continues the farce and remains still. She is completely frozen by embarrassment, not due to Brian catching her but because she can't take her half closed gaze off of his long, hanging dick. "Oh! So you want to play that game, huh?" Brian sits on the edge of his bed, opens his legs and flops his cock up onto his rippling, wet abs. He lays the damp towel across one leg, then traces a finger from his balls upwards along his shaft, "One inch, two inches, three inches, four inches..." Brian's finger moves up the wide tube under his cock up to it's tip. "Six inches. From what I hear, that's two inches more than Joe when he's hard. Do you want to help me find out how long this can get?" Esme drunkenly slips a smile. Brian takes that as a cue to make a move, so he stands up and walks over to her. Esme crudely pushes herself deeper into the crease of the cream leather couch, as if to escape this swinging monster coming her way. Brian stands in front of Esme. His massive vine hanging down between his legs, dangling a few inches from Esme's face. Esme shows a bit of fake disgust and puts her hand, palm outward, in front of her nose. "Nnnnn...", Esme is too drunk to find any meaningful words to protest Brian's actions, so she slurs out an unfinished 'no'. Though deep inside, she wants Brian to keep advancing on her.. "Oh, you're thirsty huh?" Brian playfully mocks her hand gesture by reaching over the edge of the couch to the glass table, picking up the glass cup and placing it in her defensive hand. "Drink up!" Esme doesn't know what else to do. She accepts the glass by reluctantly closing her fingers around it's stem. After one sip she tries to pull the glass away from her face, but Brian puts his hand at the bottom of the wine glass and presses up, forcing her to drink more. After Esme gulps down the rest of the wine, Brian reaches over to a red wine bottle Joe had left near the couch and fills her glass up half way. "Please, open your mouth Esme." Esme half fights Brians command and only parts her lips slightly. Brian audibly sighs. He puts his index finger on her lower lip, pulls down on her jaw and opens her mouth wide. Brian doesn't force her to drink anymore wine though. Instead, he takes the half full wine glass, places it under his hanging cock, and dips his tip into the wine. Brian's cock head fills the glass and displaces the wine, spilling red liquid over the edge and onto Esme's cleavage. Brian pulls his red wine covered dick head out of the glass, then returns the glass cup to the side table. He then moves into Esme's private space and places the tip of his soft cock onto her lower lip. With her mouth held open by his finger, Brian dips his lower body down and pushes his cock head into her mouth. Esme feels his soft helmet slide onto her moist tongue. Brians dips his body up and down, dunking his cock head across the top of her tongue. Brian says, "Remember back in the club? I told you my finger wasn't half of me." Esme looks down past her nose and sees that more than half of his soft dick was still outside of her mouth. Without realizing it, Esme instinctively closes her lips around his soft head and begins to suck. As soon as Brian feels the suction, he swiftly pulls his dick out of her hungry mouth. Wine drools from the sudden ejection from her mouth, dribbling down the sides of her chin. "Hmmm... Just what I thought." Brian steps off the couch, folds his accordion dick back into his pants, turns around,and walks to his bed. Halfway, Brian turns his head and peers deep right into Esme's eyes, "Latin whore." Esme can't believe what just happened! Her head was spinning with a million thoughts and all she could do was hope Joe would return to get her out of here. At the same time, though, she had never been with another man besides Joe, so intrusion does turn her on! She had dreamed about sleeping with the Chinese swimmers from college for years. Esme thought that something like that would never happen as long as she was with Joe. Through foggy eyes, Esme looks at Brian and sees him putting boxer briefs on. He is also checking his smart phone. "It seems Joe is having trouble getting past security. I have to go sort this shit out." Brian swiftly pockets his smart phone, takes a deep breath, then looks up at Esme, "You want more of this?" Brian grabs his groin and pulls up the long bump in his pants.. Esme forces out a half drunk, "Um, yeah... " The second those two words left her mouth, Esme embarrassingly regretted saying them. Brian warmly smiles, "We'll see... You just sit there, and relax, until we get back." Brian puts on loose fitting gray sweat pants and a simple white t-shirt., then walks out of the front door. Esme is alone with the low, electronic music playing in the background. With the feeling of Brian's fat cock head still imprinted in her mouth, Esme slowly moves a hand between her legs and pulls her black panties to one side. With her other hand she slowly fingers her clit in slow, loving circles. Esme licks her lips, "Mmmm..." * * * * Around 20 minutes later the front door unlocks then swings open. Brian and Joe walk into the modern penthouse. Brian locks the door behind them. Joe moves over to the leather couch and sees Esme sleeping, deep in the folds of the cream leather couch. Joe sighs, then glides the back of his hand across her smooth, brown face. Esme slowly wakes up and sees Joe smiling at her. She moves in and hugs him. Joe pulls back a little, "Here sweetie. Take this." Joe opens his hand and gives her a few aspirin. "Thanks." Esme looks at the pills, palms them, then chucks them into her mouth. Their hug is broken by Brian as he sits between them. "So, let's get down to pleasure, huh?" Brian's confidently says, "Esme, unzip my pants and pull my cock out." "Wait, what?" Shocked at Brian's openness, Esme tries to pull away. "Excuse me?" Joe says flatly as he pushes himself away from Brian. Brian extends his long arms over their shoulders, one arm over Esme and the other over Joe, and pulls them back within a friendly hug. "Please, we are all friends here. Esme, you know you want me. You were all up on me in the club." Esme looks at Joe as if he is supposed to stop this madness, "Aren't you going to do anything?" Before Joe could respond to Esme, Brian interrupts, "Joe, if you want in on my next business deal, like you said you did downstairs, you'll just sit there and watch me fuck your girlfriend. You want something from me, and I want someone from you. There isn't much to this than that." Joe responds, way too easily, as far as Esme is concerned, "Um... It's okay Esme. Just do what he says." Joe struggles to find the words to justify Brian's advances. "You said you had fantasies about Asian men like Brian, so why not have a little fun? I honestly don't mind" Esme can't believe what she just heard Joe say! She wants to have Brian in bed, sure, but Joe agreeing to it is so suddenly out of the blue, so... intriguing... Does Joe really want to see me and Brian have sex... Is he really okay with that? It really doesn't take much for Brian to convince Esme. She was pretty drunk and she did want to feel Brian inside her after what she saw he had between his legs. Come Chinese, Leave Mexican Joe plainly looks at Esme and assures her, "It's okay. I want to see you have fun with your fantasy tonight. Play with Brian and I'll watch." Esme waits a few seconds until Joe nods to her, urging her to explore and enjoy herself. "Well, now that we have that sorted out, Esme, please pull down my pants." Esme moves her hand over to Brian's bulging crotch and pulls the gray sweat pants down, revealing a large, pale cock shaft. The head is still buried further down in the pants, hiding under the waistband. "Now Joe, grab the my cock and pull this sucker out for Esme." Joe lightly struggles under Brian's arm, "Hold on, that wasn't par-" Brian quickly hushes Joe up. "Joe! Don't ruin this night for her. We've gotten this far, so just listen to me, alright?." The look on Brian's face is sincere as far as Joe cares. "Fine..." Letting out a sigh Joe reaches a hand over to Brian's coiled python. Esme smiles wide as she looks at his hand hover over Brian's meat. Joe grabs Brian's cock at the base and flops it up and out of the sweat pants. Just the act of Joe grabbing another man's cock turns Esme on so much that her inner thigh immediately becomes wet. Much to Esme's amazement, even with Joe's grip on Brian's long, soft cock, there is still room for two more hands left to hold on to it! Esme is a tad more sober now than earlier in the night when she had drunkenly seen Brian's impressive member. She proclaims, "Holy shit Brian, is that thing real?" Esme had seen Joe grab his own dick many times when they had sex and Joe's hand would cover his entire shaft, leaving only part of his head showing, but that was nothing compared to this! It seems as if Joe's penis could fit inside Brian's cock like a bullet in a rifle. Brian slyly says to Esme and Joe, "You guys didn't think us China boys packed any heat, huh?" Joe and Esme give each other an impressed look but don't respond. "Joe, hold it up for Esme, please." Joe offers Brian to Esme, "Here you go sweety. Enjoy." Joe pulls on Brian's dick so it stands up. The top half of Brian's manhood bends forward as it isn't completely hard. Esme initially fake protests Joe's request. She didn't want to seem too eager in front of him. She eventually leans over Brian's leg and puts her face next to the tip, opens her mouth wide, lays her tongue out against her bottom lip, like a cat ready to drink milk, and slowly engulfs the large mushroom into her mouth. Brian says to Joe, "Don't stroke my dick. Just hold it still. Let this little Spanish slut do all the work." Brian rests a hand behind Esme's head and guides her mouth on and off his tip. Each time the head leaves her mouth an audible Pop! sound is made as the sides of the helmet pull against the insides of her lips. Esme bobs on Brian's cock, barely able to get more than it's head in her mouth. There is still a good 6 inches between Esme's lips and Joe's hand. Joe can't help but stare at all this extra dick. "Come on Joe, push her head on my cock, like I've been doing." Joe puts his free hand on the back of Brian's hand, and they both push on Esme's head. Brian eventually pulls his hand free and lets Joe do all the pushing. Joe grabs her hair and pulls her on and off Brian's mighty head, using her mouth to fuck Brian. Brian closes his eyes, tilts his head back and moans, "That's right.. Mmmm... Use Esme's mouth to fuck this big dick!" In response to what Brian said, Joe lets out an approving, "Ohh..." by mistake. Esme's sweet, large eyes look up at Joe as her mouth is filled with big Chinese dick. She feels better knowing Joe is enjoying what she is doing and sucks more greedily. Joe notices Esme relax slightly. She is starting to enjoy herself. Brian pulls down on her head harder, as if he's trying to gag her. She can barely get his head plus an inch or two past her tongue before slightly gagging and forcing her head back. Esme is a little mad and gives Joe an evil glare, "Joe! Calm down! Take it easy on my mouth! I can't go down on his dick like I can on yours." Joe apologizes, "Oh sorry babe. I'll be careful." Joe and Esme resume working on the giant Chinese nob. As Joe bobs her head up and down. Esme just lets out an occasional, "Mmmmmmmm... " as she devours Brian's cock head. Content, Brian says, "Now, Joe, grab my balls and squeeze them out for this sexy Latina to suck on." Joe hesitantly moves his hand down and grabs the top of Brian's sack, forcing his two enormous balls out from the bottom of his fist. Esme moves down and nuzzles her face under Brian's balls, letting them moves across her nose and eyes as her tongue laps up the bottom of the sack. For a few minutes Esme alternates between cock and balls, wetting Brian's dick down pretty good in the process, each time Joe changing his grip to accommodate Esme. "Having fun down there, Esme?" Brian asks. The cock pops out of her mouth and a little bit of spit falls on top of Brian's cock head, "Yeah... As long as Joe doesn't mind me having fun!" Brian chuckles, "Don't worry about him. You just have fun. Enjoy this big dick while you have the chance." After saying that, Brian notices a tent pitching in Joe's pants. "Oh, so you like watching your girlfriend suck this monster, huh?" Joe blushes slightly red through his light brown face "Yeah, this is actually pretty hot." Brian leans back and spreads his arms out on the edge of the leather couch, "Well, you know what they say, two Asians are better than one. Hey Cy! It's time. Get in here, please." Brian's cock pops out of Esme's mouth as she turns her head in surprise. She sees Cy walking out of the guestroom naked. She recognizes him from dance floor in Encrucijada. Naked, Cy is very trim, athletic and muscular. He and Brian could almost be identical twins if it weren't for Brian being a few inches taller. Esme notices Cy's cock is already hard, pointing straight ahead of him, probably from preparation. Cy's cock is just under 8" long, still double what Joe packs. Cy gives a friendly wave as he walks over to the center of the empty penthouse," Hey guys! Ready for some fun?" His smile is warm and inviting. "Hold on. What is this?" Joe asks concerned, letting go of Brian's cock. "Hey Joe, this is what you wanted for Esme, so this is what Esme is going to get. Cy and I are going to use and fuck your Latin whore." Brian's tone wasn't loud or rude, but more authoritative. Joe looks at Esme and stays quiet. Brian tells Esme, "Stand up and strip for Cy. Show him your perfect brown, Latin body. Make him want to fuck you." Esme is embarrassed by the request, but, being pretty drunk, her inhibitions about her body vanish in an instant. She stands up and pauses for a second. She's never done this before, not even for Joe. She hopes she doesn't disappoint Brian or Cy with her display. Esme moves her hand to the dresses shoulder straps, and slides each one down her tanned arms. She pulls her arms up and out of each loop, and with one hand holds the dress at her round breasts. She lets her dress fall down around her waist. The dress is halted by the curves of her hips and butt. Her flat stomach makes Brian lick his lips unintentionally. She pulls her dress down around her hips, then bends over, showing Cy her perfectly round backside. The dress then slides down her legs and falls to the ground. Esme stands up, still covered by her black bra and tiny, black panty. Cy walks behind Esme and unhooks her bra. He peels it off her body, exposing her dark brown nipples for Brian and Joe to see. Cy tosses the bra onto the loveseat, then steps back. "Show me pussy and asshole, you sexy mother fucker." Cy isn't exactly smooth with his words, but Esme reciprocates with a soft chuckle. Esme bends over, putting one hand on Brian's lap and the other behind her, grabbing her black, wet panty. She slowly pulls the panty down, revealing her tanned crack to Cy, brown hole by pink hole, until the panty falls effortlessly on the tiled ground with a wet like noise. Esme stands up as Cy admires her wonderfully formed olive-brown ass, drooling at the privilege of being inside such Mexican perfection. Brian looks at her smooth, shaved pussy. He reaches over and spreads her wet pussy apart. Esme lets out a little noise as Brian inspects her sensitive lips, as if she is some sort of fleshy object. Brian turns his hand upside down and slowly slides his middle finger up into her tight cavity. Esme puts a hand on Brian's wrist, grits her teeth, and keens, "Mmmm... Oh..." Brian pulls his wet middle finger out, wipes it across her stomach and looks at Esme, "I don't think your tight pussy is ready for me. Cy is going to loosen your brown cunt up a bit." Brian looks around Esme to Cy and points at her midsection, "Get in there and widen her up." Cy walks to the couch and gets on his knees. Brian commands Esme, "Whore, get on your knees and present your cunt for Cy like an obedient Latin slut." "Yes, Brian." Esme says, in a low tone. Esme kneels down and places her arms on Brian's legs. She then hikes up her ass, shaking it left and right a bit, like an animal in heat. Cy positions himself behind her round, brown ass, then waits. Brian calmly says, "Hey Joe, Esme's pussy isn't going to fuck itself. I want you to guide Cy's cock into her pussy. Grab his dick then push him into her.." "Yes, Brian." Joe didn't mean to repeat the same response as Esme did a second ago, but he isn't used to being ordered around like this, so that was the first thing that popped into his mind. Joe is realizing that this situation is turning him on more than he initially thought. He has never been a sub, a cuckold, but he is enjoying this very much. Joe stands up from the couch and walks behind Cy. He gets on his knees and reaches around Cy, gripping his thick cock at the base. Cy's cock isn't nearly as big as Brian's, but it was still bigger than Joe's. Joe figures Cy's cock is about 8 inches long, still double what Joe has. Brian interjects, "Wait, get his dick wet first. Get some spit on it, Joe." Joe releases his grip, spits on his hand then grabs Cy again. Joe moves his hand up and down Cy's shaft, lubing it up with a twisting motion. Cy asks, "More spit please, Joe." Joe bends down, puts his face next to Cy's thick cock, and spits on it directly a few times. Saliva drips off the shaft and onto the tile floor. Joe jerks his saliva around his cock a few more times before Cy is pleased. Brian politely orders Joe, "Good, now get his head right up against her little hole, then push that bad boy in her." Joe places one hand on Cy's butt while gripping Cy's saliva covered dick with his other hand. Joe positions Cy's wet cock head up against her hole, then.Joe pushes Cy into Esme. Cy enters Esme in one stroke. Joe pushes Cy far enough that Cy's pubic area presses up against her butt hole, filling her up with his entire manhood in one deep thrust. Esme feels all of Cy's fat yellow meat deep inside her hungry pussy. Much to Esme's pleasant surprise, Cy is twice as deep than Joe has ever been in her before. Esme moans loudly at the quick, deep intrusion,,"Oh... Wow... Mmmmm. Fuck!" Her hands grab hard on Brian's legs as Cy pumps into her love hole over and over. Brian kindly orders, "Good job, Joe. Now go get me and Cy some more wine." Joe stands up and asks, "Any wine in particular?" Brian puts his index finger and thumb on his chin, looks down at Esme - who is resting on his legs while getting fucked, and thinks for a second, "Yeah, the Imperial Margaux. That sounds like a fitting wine for such a beautiful, sexy woman." Esme moans louder as Joe walks into the kitchen. "Oh honey, this is wonderful. Oh... Mmmm... Fuck me, Cy." Cy licks his finger, pulls his cock out of her pussy, sticks his fingers inside her wet pussy then pulls his fingers out. Covered in so much wetness, Cy places his fingers onto Esme's asshole and plays with it. Cy slides his dick back inside Esme. As his cock pumps into her, he slowly slips his wet index finger into her asshole, one knuckle deep. Esme groans, "Oh fuck..." Joe finds the bottle of red and opens it. As he pours the wine into both glasses Cy pours his cock and index finger into both Esme's horny holes. Joe can see Esme and Cy fucking between the two wine glasses on the marble countertop. She isn't sucking Brian's dick, which is just laying across his leg like a fallen redwood log. Instead her head is bent down between Brian's legs as she enjoys Cy's thick cock opening her little honey pot up for something bigger, later. Joe returns to the living room and hands Brian and Cy a glass of wine each. Joe sits down next to Brian. Brian holds his cup in front of Esme, "Hey Esme, did you know this wine cost me just under 13 thousand dollars? That makes this glass worth about about two thousand dollars. I want you to have it." Cy stops pounding into Esme long enough for her head to steady. Esme drinks the wine, gulp by gulp, until the glass is empty. Esme manages to eek out, "Thank you." "Don't mention it. Only the best for the most beautiful Latin girl in this city. Cy, how about you show Esme how much her pussy is worth." "Ha, sure thing." Cy tips his glass and slowly pours his wine on Esme's butt crack. The wine streams between her ass cheeks, into Esme's asshole and pussy, lubricating Cy's dick as he thrusts into Esme. Esme feels the warm wine enter both her cavities. Esme doesn't mind this humiliation at all. As a matter of fact, feeling the wine fill her holes up, being pushed in by Cy's finger and dick, sets her off. Esme begins to orgasm. "Oh, I'm cumming! Fuck me Cy, please! Don't stop" "Yeah, okay." Cy pushes his finger deep into her asshole while pumping her cunt hard. Both her asshole sphincter and pussy entrance convulse, squeezing Cy's finger and dick. Wine gushes out of both holes, streaming down onto Cy's balls and eventually dripping onto the tile floor. Esme grabs hard on Brian's legs, "Oh my God... Oh my God... Oh my God!" He body shakes uncontrollably. Cy stops thrusting as Esme's orgasm eventually ends. Happy with the situation, Brian suggests, "Cy. let's switch. I think she is wide and wet enough for this." Brian grabs his massive pole and stands it straight up. Cy pulls both his finger and veiny dick out of Esme..She squeals as a gush of red wine pours out of her empty, open holes and down her leg. Cy grabs Esme and pulls her up, turns her around and makes her stand on the couch over Brian's crotch in a reverse cowgirl. Cy then walks on the couch, to the side of Brian, and places one leg on the back of the couch, hovering his cock in front of Esme's face. "Now it's time to ruin this pretty pussy for good. Say goodbye to ever feeling Joe again, you whore." Brian places a hand on Esme's sides and slowly guides her body down. Cy pops his thick cock head into Esme's mouth as her body descends. Just as Brian's head touches Esme's flower, Brian stops, "Wait. Joe, get over here. Lick her pussyi. I think my cock needs more lubrication." Joe walks over with a glass of wine on one hand. He kneels down and places his mouth on the top of Esme's slit, licking her button just inches away from the swollen mushroom about to destroy her. With Cy's cock crammed in her mouth, Esme lets out muffled, "Ay papi..." as Joe cleans what's left of the wine from her pussy lips and clit. Brian tells Joe, "Alright Joe, now grab my cock with both hands and hold me still while your Latin bitch sits on it." Joe puts the wine glass down, then grips Brian's cock with both hands. Jutting out of Joe's top hand is plenty of fat meat for Esme to sit on. Brian pulls Esme down and impales her Spanish hole on his Chinese monster. Esme yells out, "Ohhhh... Papi!!" as she envelopes the top of Brian's fat mushroom. Joe holds Brian's cock still as Esme bobs up and down on the tip . Joe notices that even with both hands on Brian's thick cock, Esme is still too tight to go down far enough to touch his top hand. "Feel that, whore? That's like fucking your boyfriend, huh?" Esme pop's Cy's cock out for a second to say, "Oye yes!" Brian squints, as if a vice is squeezing his dick and says, "Damn she's tight. Hey Joe, lick her clit while I open her up some more." Joe obliges and places his mouth on Esme's sopping wet slit. Joe sticks his tongue out and keeps it still as Esme moves up and down on Brian's monster. Brian says to Joe, "Get this bitch wet. Spit on my dick and her hole." Joe pulls in some saliva then spits where Brian's cock is entering Esme's hole. The spit mixes with Esme's juices as Brian's cockhead pumps the spit inside her pussy. Brian says, "More. Pour your wine on my dick, please." "Alright.." Joe responds as he lets go of Brian's dick with one hand and grabs the wine glass off the floor. He pours the wine on the top of Esme's slit. The cool, red liquid pours between her lips and around Brian's cock. A mixture of spit and wine gets pushed up into Esme as Brian's pumps his dick up into her. With Joe still holding Brian's cock with one hand, Brian slowly pulls Esme down 4 more inches on his long dick, touching the top of Joe's gripping fist. Brian asks Esme, "And that feels like Cy, right?" "Oy si!! You are much thicker though. Puta!!" Esme is beyond blushing. She is elated. With her head tilted back, Joe lets a satisfying smile out. Esme is having such a great time, and Joe is so incredibly happy for her. Esme's legs begin to shiver wildly. Brian's legs straighten out as he is about to cum, "Joe, when I tell you to, pull me out and jerk me off on her stomach." Joe happily obeys, "You got it, big guy!" Joe sees Brian's balls pull up into his body. Brian's main tube running underneath his cock starts to pump hot semen inside Esme. Joe can feel each individual pocket of semen pump under his gripping hand, move up the shaft and vanish into his girlfriend. A bit of spit escapes Esme's perfect lips, "Oh... Your cum is so hot... Mmmmm... That's right papi, give me your cum..." Esme feels Brian's hot semen stream inside her, squirt after squirt, moving around, filling her entire cavity up like an expanding water balloon. Halfway through his orgasm, Brian quickly orders Joe, "Finish me off on her stomach!" Joe pulls on Brian's dick, bending it like a boomerang as the head is still inside Esme. Brian's cock comes out entirely and Joe long strokes it fast on her stomach. The last few streams of sperm shoot up and across Esme's shiney belly. Sperm, spit and wine begins to leak out of Esme's sweet Spanish fly and onto Brian's balls. Brian pulls Esme up and back on his cock as Joe still holds on, "I'm not done with you yet you greedy Spanish slut. Joe, let go of my cock. Let me show Esme what a real dick feels like." Joe lets go and crawls back a few steps, so he can take in the view. Brian thrusts his hips up into her, forcing his entire dick inside, punching Esme's cervix with his big red bell. Esme's eyes roll up into the back of her head as she comes to an sudden orgasm. Her pussy busts hard around Brian's trunk, squirting for the first time in her life. The spray shoots out a mix of her juices, wine and Brian's cum onto Joe's chest and face. Esme's body convulses as she leans on Cy's legs for balance. "Feels good hitting your cervix, huh?" Brian asks, pumping her slowly, gradually bringing her orgasm to an end. Breathing hard, Esme manages to say, "Oye!" Brian pulls out, moves Esme on the couch and bends her over the edge. Brian says, "Cy, it's your turn." Cy responds, "Sure thing, let's do this." Cy gets behind Esme doggy style and enters her hot, wet pussy. Grabbing her sweaty sides, Cy pulls her onto him. Cy immediately feels that Esme's cavity is much wider than before.