2 comments/ 57352 views/ 3 favorites The Little Black Dress Ch. 01 By: SweetOblivion "Such delightful features, my dear and that little black dress is rather lovely," smiled one of the gentlemen at the table, as the dark haired Greek lady approached their corner of the restaurant. They turned their heads to watch her cross the floor, smiling to see that she was arriving at last, dressed in that lovely apparel, just as she said she would be. Who could not help but enjoy the undulation of her thirty-three year old curves? It added a definite 'je ne sais quoi' to the taste of the martini swilling in their glasses. When she reached them, the three men stood up politely. Two resumed their seats immediately. The third ushered her into the fourth seat at the table. "It is wonderful to make your acquaintance at last, my dear." "Hi, I'm Christina," she smiled nervously and looked at each of them in turn, as she shook their hands. They looked civilised and polite, but she wondered how deep that veneer was when it came to her. Looking down at the table, she saw her letter folded neatly on its envelope amidst the beautifully laid out settings. The cloth was white and lacy. There were several candles beginning to burn down. They flicked and reflected brightly in the clusters of wine bottles. The silverware looked like it really was silver, with the telltale heaviness that distinguished it from plate. These gentlemen were self-evidently used to a degree of luxury. "Christina, you are even more beautiful, than your husband said you were." "Oh sir, thank you." "You look ravishing, Christina; and we all intend to ravish you tonight." "What is ravish, sir?" "It is to have you, to take you, to fuck you, to cuckold that husband of yours all through the evening. Do you understand what we intend to do with you, Christina?" "I think so, sir." "Do not tremble so. We will all enjoy it. I promise you this." "I hope I enjoy too, sir." "Would you like to enjoy red wine or white, Christina? We have a soft dry red Demestica to make you feel at home." "Ah! Greek red wine: I thank you." "It has berry fruit aromas and lively youthful fruit flavours. It is an excellent accompaniment to a Mediterranean dish like you, pet." "You make me blush." "Or would you like white? We have a Robola here." He turned another bottle on the table and began to read the label. "From Cephalonia, sir?" "Yes, it is indeed. I read here that it is from that beautiful green and mountainous island; it claims that it is an elegant wine – almost as elegant as the way you walked across the room to us, Christina." "I hardly know what to say, sir." "Do not say anything Christina. Stand up and kiss me." "But my husband..." "Why are you here, Christina?" "I want to make surprise for my husband." "Then kiss me and make surprise," he said leaning across to her and tugging her out of her seat. He pulled her over to him and sat her down on one of his legs. She perched there prettily as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her face down to his with his hand. Then he kissed her hard. The other two men watched the embrace almost jealously. It seemed to Christina to endure forever. She felt her lips meld with those of a man other than her husband for the first time since she had been married some six years previously. And then she felt his tongue pressing into her mouth, tasting and exploring her, until she felt quite dizzy with excitement. "Oh sir," Christina exhaled hard when he finally let her go. "She is delightfully elegant, gentlemen," he assailant declared. "Her perfume combines citrus and peach aromas, mixed with smoky, mineral hints and a long lemony aftertaste. You will both enjoy her soon." A look of disappointment filled the faces of his companions. "Gentlemen please. We must take our time to enjoy our repast tonight. Christina is not one of our usual sluts. She has, after all, never done this before. Have you, Christina?" "No. This is so." "And is it sexy and horny to dine with us, pet?" "Oh it is my dream and it will make my husband so pleased." "You are here to please Christina. You are here to make us want to play with you." "Just like I play with my husband?" "Yes, but you will be delighted to know that all three of us will be playing with you tonight, sometimes all at the same time." "Oh sir! I am never doing this before. I am only being with my husband before: with just one man." "Are you so very shy, Christina?" "I am, but..." "But what, pet?" "I think I am liking the idea," she smiled, blushed a little and looked down. "Will he like it to?" "I am hoping so." "Shall we ask him?" "My husband: he is here?" "Look closely at the wine waiter, Christina, as he pours you a refreshing glass of Robola. You recognise him?" "But my husband: he is no waiter, sir. He is in marketing" "Tonight he will wait while we enjoy you, Christina, and he will market your delights. He has been teasing us with tales of how wonderful you are in bed since we sat down. Now it is time for you to tell us a little more about yourself and him, while your husband watches and waits, like the good fellow he evidently is." "My husband makes fantasy with me. He wants for to see another man seduce me." "And what do you want, Christina?" "I want for to make lovely surprise for him." "Christina." "Yes sir." "Slip down onto your knees." "Like this, sir?" She made to curtsey and let her legs fold under her until she felt her stocking clad knees brushing the thick red carpet. It was a graceful, almost artistic movement that left her level with the man's crotch. She bit her lip nervously. "Yes, just like that," he said in a satisfied tone. "And do look up at me. Does your husband tell you that you have the darkest, loveliest pupils in the whole wide world?" "He does, sir." "He is a good man." "He is, sir." "Even if he has a rather small cock?" "Yes sir. I have told you so in my letter. It is only thirteen centimetres." "That is unlucky for some. Is it unlucky for you, Christina?" "I am loving my husband, sir." "Are you loving his five inch cock though, pet." "I am only loving him so far, sir." "As far as five inches, pet?" "As far as he is the only man who love and have me, sir." "Well, you will be loving me in a little while and you will have something to compare it with." "Thank you very much for your trouble sir." "Fucking you and cuckolding your husband is no trouble at all, Christina. I am quite delighted to be of service." "I am the servant tonight, sir." "You both are." "Yes sir." "And servant to my friends too." "If you say so, sir." "I do say so. Now, close your eyes, Christina, and pull the skirt of your dress up. We want to see if you have little black knickers to match that little black dress." "I am not a slut, sir." "Δείτε μας εσώρουχα σας τώρα κορίτσι," he barked at her in her native tongue, making her tremble to hear him use the words so forcefully. "I am sorry to make you wait sir. I show you now." "You have lovely underwear, pet. Keep the eyes closed." "Yes, sir." "And touch yourself through the black silk; gentlemen gather round. Don't crowd her. Touch yourself, Christina. Make yourself hot for us. That's it, touch the softness. We want to see the real you: not too much. Keep the eyes closed – tightly girl." "Yes sir." "Έλα εδώ σερβιτόρος," he added, turning to Alex, her husband. "It's time to unzip you, Christina. Will you oblige us waiter?" Blinking slowly Christina looked around the dining room, wondering if she should disassociate herself from the situation that she had placed herself in. She looked at the wooden panels beneath the high windows. She took in the watercolour of a couple standing at a station waiting for a steam train to pull to a halt. She observed the decor: the heavy vellum of the curtains, the little side lights and the plush red carpet where she found herself kneeling that evening. The feel of her husband touching her neck and lightly caressing her neck brought her back to something approaching reality. Then she heard the sound of the zipper on her dress being slowly tugged down. The background conversation and soft music faded into nothingness, as she felt the fabric of her little black dress become looser as Alex slowly undressed her. She smiled disaffectedly, trying to make it seem as if Alex stripping the little black dress from her in front of three focussed and, hopefully, virile older men was something that they did every week like the groceries or cleaning the house: such a happy couple. Looking up at the man who had been addressing her since they arrived, she estimated that he was in his late forties, while his two companions seemed a little bit older. She liked the thought that an older man was about to take her in front of her husband. She liked the thought very much indeed. Thinking back to before she met Alex at University, she wondered if she would have liked to have been admired by such men then, some fifteen to twenty years older than herself. No. Alex had been the man for her then. And he was the man for her now. Sure, she wanted to dream, experiment and widen her horizons. They had had a quiet married life and yes she did want to enliven it, but primarily to please her husband. Yes, Alex was the man for her. Closing her eyes, Christina thought of his dark hair and his bright eyes. She pictured his build and the way he leaned into her to whisper sweet nothings and steal a kiss. She adored the sensation of his soft lips kissing the nape of her neck and sending trembling sensations down her spine as he slipped her dress off her shoulder blades. Alex was the only man that she had been with. And he was the only man she had ever wanted to be with. She had always loved stroking his body. She adored arousing him. She was always delighted when he approached her and leant down to kiss her, perhaps with a bunch of flowers or a small gift to sweeten the gesture even more. In fact Christina had always admired him, even before they had first got to know each other at university in the West Country together. She was more than delighted when he proposed. In truth she was ecstatic. Their wedding night was pure bliss – a secret heaven: she had come to him naked and he had taken her roughly, pressing into her, breaking her hymen, dispossessing her of her innocence and making her his. She would always remember the feel of him thrusting forcibly into her that very first time, taking away her once precious virginity. He had been the first to show her the art of love as they made love until the sun rose. They had slept late into the next day. And she had only ever really wanted this marital delight... "So Christina," the stranger's voice interrupted her reverie. "Are you enjoying this?" She nodded her head vigorously. "Lost for words?" "No sir." "Well speak to me then. You can refrain from speaking to me when your mouth is otherwise engaged, Christina." "Yes sir; sorry sir." "For instance: when those warm Greek lips of yours are parted and wrapped tightly round a fine, upstanding English cock." "Your meaning: it was clear, sir." "Then why aren't you progressing matters?" He frowned. "What is progressing matters?" "Unzip me, girl. I have a rather large cock in here that is eager to be entertained by your mouth." "Yes sir." Christina felt herself shudder, looking up at the neatly pleated trousers and the tell tale bulge around the groin area. Alex felt the little tremors in her shoulders as he helped her out of her dress. He sensed himself harden at the thought of his wife sucking this older, more experienced man's cock in front of him. "Well Christina," the man muttered. "Time to show and tell me what it feels like to hold a nice, big cock in your hand for once. Are you shocked at the prospect?" "No sir," Christina lied, trying to blink back a nervous tear in the corner of her eye. "I am not shocked, but I am shy and I am conservative." "Well I am socialist and well-endowed, yet prepared to share my worldly wealth with impoverished wives whose husbands lack substance and girth. Isn't that very generous of me, Christina?" "You are very kind, sir." "I will always be very kind to a delicious Greek girl in need of a nice hard prick to make her salivate." He paused for a moment to smile and look down at her, then he looked sharply over her at her husband: "Alexander?" "Yes sir." "Lower the dress further. Admirable though her shoulders are, I really want to see your wife's tits." "As you wish sir." "And Alex..." "Yes sir?" "You make an excellent server. Remind me to give you a large tip at the end of this evening. You probably don't make much in sales?" "I am an excellent salesman, sir." "Well sell your wife's boobs to me. What is their unique selling proposition? Why should I want to come all over them, until the sperm drips down your wife's cleavage and her cuckold of a husband is told to wipe her clean with his tongue?" "I hardly know where to start, sir." "Must I do everything round here, man?" "No sir." "Tug the dress down and undo that brassiere. I'll bet the silk of that black bra feels nice to touch – not as nice as the silkiness of Christina's naked bosoms I'm sure. Now caress her. Stroke your lovely Greek wife's breasts as she unzips me and slides her hand around my cock. Play with the nipples; get them nice and erect for me. Slap her breasts a little. That's it – good man." Christina moaned quietly as her husband toyed with her teats, manipulating them slowly and lovingly, spanking them gently as he'd been told to do. She slid both her hands around the stranger's shaft. She could hardly encompass it in her hand and thought back with a wry smile to the time when she considered that jerking Alex off with two fingers was a delight to be cherished. As she began to frig the man slowly, reaching one hand under him to caress his balls, she moaned to feel Alex continued to tweak her nipples and stroke her breasts, pressing them together and tugging them apart. Alex became more aroused and she found that he became rougher in his treatment of her tits, manipulating them careless of the fact that he was starting to hurt her. Christina distracted herself by pulling the man's foreskin backwards and forwards with her fingers. It was as if she wanted to make the man spurt prematurely over Alex's bewitched hands and over her poor tortured tits. The prick before her wasn't huge, but it was considerably larger than Alex's. And she really wanted to feel the spurt of cum jetting from his cock and splashing across her chest. The thought of being able to rub the creamy residue into her breasts as if it were a healing balm, made her feel moist between her legs. "Christina." His heavy northern vowels interrupted her reverie again. She stared up at him, her big black pupils like dark unfathomable pools, filled with liquid desire. "Yes sir?" "Do you like Dolmadakia?" "Vine leaves. Yes. They are a nice starter." "The way your husband is squeezing your breasts together makes me think of the tightness of the minced lamb enfolded in leaves." "Does it, sir?" "It does. Do you not see that my meat needs to be wrapped between your breasts? Alex, part your wife's boobs. That's it. A little fluid between them should assist my pleasure," he smiled and spat very accurately, so that a gob of spit dribbled slowly between Christina's spread tits. Christina gasped and recoiled. She felt insulted by the gesture and she knew he had intended to insult her. More importantly, she also began to feel very wet indeed between her legs. She wanted to be seduced. She wanted to be used. And now she wanted to be humiliated. "Christina." "Yes sir?" "Kiss my cock. That's it. Good girl. Keep looking up at me while you do it. Now pout your lips and let the head of my prick slide between them. Just an inch of nice fat cockhead: think of it as a taster; a preamble to our starter. Get it nice and wet." "And keep looking at me. I want to see into your mind as I fuck your mouth for the first time. I want to see the shy little, conservative, Greek girl lose her inhibitions and become the toy that she has always secretly wanted to be for her husband." "No, don't look away girl. Just because my companions are filming you with their mobile phones, is no reason to allow yourself to be distracted. Just think how they are going to pleasure themselves over your picture – just like you and Alex do. Yes, I know all about your little games together in front of those naughty porno films." "Lick the shaft now, Christina. All the way down to the balls. You love it, don't you? Well, you are going to love my friend Hugo. He is so big it is scary. I'm going to open you up and then Hugo is going to destroy your tight, little, underused Greek holes one after another." "Keep looking up at me, girl. Suckle the balls now: one at a time. Think how full of sperm they are as you do so. Think about it and let's have your husband reach under the skirt of your dress to see just how sodden your little black panties are. Is she very wet, Alex?" Alex nodded and smiled, letting his fingers play with the leg of her knickers, sliding a finger underneath the damp silk, pulling at the material and revealing Christina's groin. He wanted to feel his wife's pussy with his fingers, to show her off and make her wetter still. "Stop that Alexander," the stranger said sharply: "immediately." Alex looked at him quizzically. "When I tell you to display your wife's cunt, you will do so. Right now you are neglecting your duties and her tits. I spat between them a little while back did I not?" "Yes sir." "So why is the residual spittle pooling in her belly button? Why hasn't it been spread between her breasts to prepare her for my titty-fuck?" "I don't know, sir," Alex replied, with a look of muted distaste on his face. "Must I spit on your wife again to make up for your neglect, man?" "I really don't know." "I think you do Alex. I think you like the idea of me spitting on your wife, dishonouring you and humiliating her at the same time. I think you find the idea exciting. It makes your little penis stiffen and press into your wife's back, doesn't it?" Then he turned to Christina and tugged at her hair, pulling her off his cock and up to his midriff: "And you, pet, do you like your husband being aroused by my using and humiliating you, Christina? No, don't answer that. Get back down there and resume licking and sucking like the sweet, married slut that you are." "You can just nod your head and slide your head down the first four inches of my shaft... Good girl. And, as you do so, just think about my spittle splashing on your teats and your husband spreading it there: readying you for when I tire of your mouth." "You will feel it until you wake up from your daze, Christina. And then, as you come to your senses, you may start to ask yourself what the main course will comprise. And, at the same time, you will, of course, wonder once again if you can ever disassociate yourself from the situation that you have placed yourself in." "Now Alex," he smiled and leant forward, so that Alex could watch his fat cock pressing home into Christina's lovely wide open mouth. "Have you ever seen her lips stretched like this around your apology for a cock? No? Well, never mind. Let's finally relieve your wife of the rather lovely, little black dress. I want to see it pooled around her ankles, not hanging indelicately like that, when I jet for the first time over her delightful features." The Little Black Dress Ch. 01 Rose strode into the bathroom feeling tired but fully invigorated after her 5 mile run. She quickly stripped off her tiny jogging clothes and dropped them on the floor as she walked, looking forward to a long, hot shower. Pausing before the counter-to-ceiling mirrors that lined three walls, she smiled as she studied her naked reflection. She picked up the new tube of shower gel her husband had laid out for her, pleased to see that he had purchased the brand she wanted to try. God, she thought, what a sweet, thoughtful man. Adjusting the water, she slid open the glass doors and stepped into the tub, glancing over her shoulders to check out her firm ass. Looking good, she thought to herself, pleased with how toned and sexy her body appeared. She had been training religiously for the last 6 months and the results were evident; even better than she had hoped for. The weight she gained the last few years had made her look soft and feel like a middle-aged housewife. Disgusted with herself she had finally decided to do something about it, acutely missing the pride she previously had in her body and the enjoyment she always used to feel when she knew men were looking at her. She had painfully come to the realization that she was no longer automatically turning men's heads and she missed the rush she previously felt preening for them. Spreading the shower gel luxuriously over her body, she inhaled the spicy, floral aroma of Hawaii. The line of fragrant body products had been recommended by Anna Maria, the cute girl who performed a Brazilian wax on her during the last visit to the spa. While she rubbed the soothing lotion into Rose's tender flesh after the harsh and painful hair removal, she seemed to linger a little longer than necessary than other spa workers ever had. But it had felt so good on her sensitive clit that Rose had just relaxed and enjoyed the erotic feelings. When she teasingly told her husband Brad about what happened and that it had turned her on, he eagerly volunteered to buy some of the same products for her so she could relive the feelings every time she showered. And of course, she knew he would be aroused by imagining the picture of her being touched so erotically every time he smelled it on her. Rubbing the gel over her hardening nipples, she unconsciously closed her eyes and enjoyed the memory of how turned on she had been and how much Brad had enjoyed hearing her tell him about it. She slipped her magic fingers down her smooth stomach and pressed one teasingly between her waiting lips, the subtle urge to masturbate growing. Suddenly, remembering the things needing to be done, she reluctantly stopped touching herself and rinsed off. Stepping out of the shower, Rose wrapped the luxurious towel around her body and walked, still dripping, into the bedroom. She noticed there was a new suit-bag on the bed with a note lying on top of it that she hadn't seen before. She quickly picked it up, seeing that it was from Brad. Hi Sweetheart, The boss is flying into town and wants us to meet him for dinner at the Four-Seasons . . . it read. I'll be picking him up at the airport and driving him directly to the hotel—please grab a cab and meet us there around 8pm. Duane specifically said he wanted you to be there, so I'm sure it's going to impact both of us . . . Rose smiled as she unzipped the bag. She knew whatever was in it would be perfect for her—the size, style, coloring—everything complimenting her assets to the max. Early on in their marriage Brad had complained about her choice of clothing and she had quickly demanded that if he didn't like the way she dressed, he could damn-well take over buying her outfits from then on. He had eagerly jumped into the role of personal shopper and developed an uncanny knack of finding items that were perfect for her. His taste was impeccable and she had grown to trust his judgment completely, although she felt he was sometimes a little too conservative in what he bought. Since her recent weight-loss however, she was pleased to see his purchases were growing a little more risqué. From the beginning he had only bought extremely revealing lingerie and he delighted in knowing how sexy she was dressed under her street clothes. He loved dressing her like a Victoria's Secret model, even if she was wearing old sweat clothes. Rose looked at the note again. This meeting was a first since Brad had been promoted to his present position over a year ago. If Duane wanted both of them to meet at his fancy hotel, he must have something really important to share—perhaps the next promotion that had been rumored since the vice-president resigned last month? . . . I know Duane always comes on to you, Sweetheart, but please remember how important tonight might be. I hope you'll put up with him—for both of us . . . Yeh, she grinned to herself, she could put up with Duane—with pleasure! It was true; he did come on to her. In fact, he always came on to her, ever since the first time they met. She enjoyed teasing Brad about the flirting incidents Duane had done and she often embellished her stories once she realized how excited it got him. What she never confessed was that she usually encouraged Duane's bad behavior and that it always turned her on a lot more than Brad knew. At the company's last holiday party Duane had come on very strongly, even for him. Every time her back was turned toward the wall when they were slow dancing, he would put his hand on her ass and pull her closer. When she realized no one was watching she had relaxed and began to enjoy the way he rhythmically squeezed her ass as they moved in time to the music. She was also feeling two other things; the effects of several glasses of wine; and Duane's hard-on insistently pressing into her stomach! She knew Brad was the only person paying attention to their dancing and she felt a quick rush knowing he was watching their every move and secretly getting off on what was happening. The thought of making him jealous turned her on as much as the delightful pressure growing between them and she began playfully running her hand up Duane's back, caressing his neck and lightly combing her fingers through his hair. When the music ended and she started to step away he pulled her even closer. Deliberately ignoring Brad as he walked up next to them, he continued to press his cock against her while he thanked her for the dance. She had loved being so turned on—no question about it. She laughingly told Duane she hadn't enjoyed dancing as much for years and that it felt good to dance with someone who really knew how to lead. He grinned and winked and made no attempt to cover the bulge in his slacks as he turned directly toward Brad and walked away. As Brad drove them home he hesitantly started to question her about how much wine she had drunk. She immediately cut him off, saying that she had had a marvelous time and thought it was the best company party they had ever attended. She went on about what a good time she had and how much she enjoyed dancing with Duane and that it felt like the good old times she used to have before they were married. Brad sheepishly confessed he had watched the way Duane held her and he couldn't help but notice that it appeared she was rubbing herself against him. When he asked if it had been as intimate as it appeared, she laughed and admitted that he had really come on to her. Before Brad could ask more, she giggled and teasingly confessed that she had really enjoyed what they had been doing. Rose stretched her legs out and leaned back in the car seat, running her hands suggestively up and down her body. She reached over and touched Brad's knee, feeling him stiffen with anticipation. As she cupped her breast with one hand she ran her other one slowly up his leg until she found his cock, not surprised that it was full and throbbing. She cupped her palm over him and squeezed. She giggled again and felt him surge even harder when she lowered her voice to whisper huskily that he felt almost as big as Duane. Before he could respond they pulled into their driveway. She jumped out of the car and ran quickly to their room, laughing and stripping her clothes off as she went. She was naked by the time she reached the bed and flopped back on it, daring Brad to finish what Duane had started in her. She pulled him down and forced his face between her legs before he even had a chance to undress, having a quick orgasm before dragging him up and demanding he fuck her hard and fast. He anxiously thrust into her and came almost immediately, falling on the bed in a heap next to her. He mumbled an apology for not lasting longer— sobbing that he had been so turned on by her that he just couldn't control himself. Rose knew it wasn't her that had turned him on so much; it had been watching the dancing and visualizing Duane's big cock grinding against her. Rose looked at the note again, smirking to herself. Yeh, she thought. She'd put up with Duane again tonight . . . with pleasure! She could feel herself growing excited about the meeting, knowing he would make little secret of his interest in her right in front of Brad. Here's a new outfit I bought today. I know it'll look fabulous on you and I'm certain Duane will be as impressed as I will. Remember, tonight could be what we both really want but have only dared dream of! I love you. Over the years Brad had become much more passive in their bedroom. From a somewhat macho beginning he had come to always deferring to her sexual desires. She had occasionally wondered if he was secretly turning gay, but his abilities when they actually made love quickly erased any doubts. At her most casual urging he would tongue her pussy for hours without expecting reciprocation or release on his own. He had gradually taken over all the traditionally feminine aspects of their relationship and seemed to blossom doing so. He would spend hours giving her manicures and pedicures, massages and hair stylings; he would shop for all of her clothes and feminine products and encouraged her to tell him what she wanted him to do. He loved when she regularly began to take the lead in their foreplay, especially when she began to verbalize her fantasies as a means to heighten their enjoyment. It quickly became obvious that what excited him most was when she included tales about her old lovers or imagining possible new scenarios—with both men and women. She enjoyed teasing him about Anna Maria, the girl who gave her the Brazilian wax jobs he loved so much and how her new masseuse seemed to somehow always manage to touch her 'inappropriately'. She began to call Brad her pussy-boy whenever she insisted on lengthy oral sex sessions or when she ignored his pleas for relief after she was satiated and ready to go to sleep. Rose dropped her towel and held the new dress up to her body. As usual, it looked even better than one she might have picked out for herself. She had always loved little-black-dresses, knowing her figure was perfect for them. And this one looked extremely stylish and expensive. Clutching it against herself she looked in the mirror and was pleased to see a long, sexy slit half-way up her smooth thigh and that the back was cut low. At first glance the high front appeared fairly modest, but when she looked closer she could see that a single row of tiny sequins running diagonally down the front would cause the material to hug against the swell of her cleavage and draw eyes directly to her breasts. Holding it slightly away from her she realized the material was practically sheer and since it was unlined it would obviously cling to her nipples. She was momentarily surprised that Brad had bought something so risqué until she glanced at the bed and saw a black bra and camisole he intended for her to wear beneath it. She picked them up and looked at them carefully. They were beautiful, made of delicate silk as slinky and transparent as any he had ever bought for her. Still feeling randy from her magic fingers in the shower, she felt a sudden urge to skip wearing the bra, as lovely as it was. She knew Brad adored the jiggle and sway of her breasts when she went au natural and she was confident that she was still firm and youthful enough to look sexy on the occasions when she did so. But despite his encouragement she had never worked up the nerve to go braless in public wearing an outfit as transparent as this. And even if she wore the tiny silk camisole, she knew it was skimpy enough that it would provide hardly any modesty at all. However, the thought of Duane—as well as everyone else in the hotel seeing her more exposed than Brad had ever hoped for—gave her an instant rush. She momentarily thought about even going commando, but remembering the high slit of the dress she quickly abandoned that idea. Rose walked into the den and opened the liquor cabinet. Still naked, she poured herself a glass of scotch as she dialed the taxi company to order a cab for 7:30. She idly began sipping the drink, enjoying the sensation as the strong liquor burned down her throat, hoping it would settle the case of nerves she felt fluttering in her stomach. As she visualized how she would look when she walked into the restaurant, she quickly poured herself another glass of the scotch. Taking a deep breath, Rose headed back to the bedroom. She looked critically at her reflection in the large, floor to ceiling mirror for a long time, then smiled confidently to herself and began to dress. To be continued . . . The Little Black Dress Ch. 02 (For those of you interested enough, you'll find part 1 in loving wives) * "I had heard that Greeks were warm and hospitable, Christina," Mark Swift smiled, watching her standing before him in her underwear, as her husband, Alex, gathered up the folds of her little black dress; the one that she had come to him in and had stripped off on request. The man crouched around his wife's feet tugging the material out of the way as if it were a fallen tablecloth that was in a guest's way. Mark looked down at Christina's husband - Alex was dressed in waiter's uniform - and considered how well the young man was suited to the task. Perhaps he would have Alex slip off the lovely black haired Greek woman's knickers later or perhaps he would have the cuckold lick the secretions from them, while Christina was enjoyed by her elders and betters, the gentlemen of Mr. S's recent acquaintance who had been invited to partake of her flesh that evening. "The Greeks are known for their hospitality, sir." "I've heard that they also kiss each other on each cheek as a greeting." "Yes sir." "Kiss me on the cheek then." She lent up towards him and obligingly planted a kiss on Mark's cheek. He wrapped his arm around her and stroked the vertebrae of her near naked back, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. Her skin was soft and pliant to the touch. A few fingers could not do it justice, so he placed the whole palm of his hand there and ran it up and down her spine, listening to the soft purr of her breathing as she became aroused under the spell of his gentle caresses. "Can I ask you something, sir?" "Of course." "What is your name?" "It's Swift - Mr. M Swift -- hence the initials I used in our correspondence." "I was beginning to think the S stood for stranger and the M for maybe master." "You were wrong. You do not need to do any thinking here. The S stands for sir; but you can call me Mr. S if you like." "Yes Mr. S." "I like 'sir' because knowing names takes an edge off mystery," Mark advised her. "But it is nice to know the names though." "I don't want you to think it should be nice or that I am nice, Christina. I am not nice. I want you to think of me as your nemesis. I want you respect me and look up to me in equal measure. I want you to satisfy me and to please me. Can you do this? Or is this a foolish dream in your head and I should send you home naked now?" "I want to live my dream, sir. Be as not nice as you like. I am yours to use tonight and maybe again on another time, if you are liking it." "Are you cold standing there in your underwear? Are you fully aware that there are three near strangers standing around you watching you?" "It is what I want, sir. It is the thing that I need. I am warm with the fear of you and the threat you pose; but I am hot with the need for you and the sex with the strange men in front of my husband here." "You must be warm with embarrassment with that little black dress pooled around your ankles, but is your husband really hospitable to continue to deny me the sight of your lovely tits?" "I have nice, big tits with nice, big nipples, sir," Christina said proudly, opening her eyes wide, so that he found he could stare into the black pupils and enjoy the warmth radiating from them. "So you tell me," Mr. S murmured and leant forward before reaching out to pinch her nipples through the black silk brassiere that she still clutched to her chest. "And I do believe you are telling the absolute truth." "They are becoming easily erect." "So I see," he smiled and reached behind her to unclip the brassiere before tugging the shoulder straps down. "And I know that feeling myself." "I like it when my husband, Alex, he spend time on them." "I may well spend on them later girl, but I will spend both time and semen on them." "Yes sir." "Yes. A little spunk to decorate on your titties for your husband to clean off would be an excellent conclusion to the evening." "You make me have the shiverings with excitement sir." "Your nice, big tits look lovely when they have the shivering, Christina -- they look like big, pale jellies waiting to be devoured." Christina moaned softly at that and closed her eyes again, relishing the moment. "Don't keep me in suspense girl. I want to bite your teats." "My husband he tells me they are, how you say, very chewable." "I'll be the judge of that." "Yes, sir." "Now lose the bra, girl." With that abrupt command, she slipped the black lacy underwear off her shoulders and stood before him in the dark restaurant in just her panties. Swift reached across and lifted her chin up on his finger, looking into her dark eyes again and waiting for her to blush at his attention. She wanted to look away, but he held her there with simply an index finger under her chin, almost delighting in her discomfort. She stared up at him observing his features and finding herself well pleased by the image he presented. He was taller than her husband and had a muscular build: handsome and strapping and so full of potential for her needs and wishes. His accent indicated that he was middle class. Christina wondered if he was one of the 'skatah' of the town who owned many shops and businesses. He probably knew her boss; and that set hares running -- the thought that he might know her husband's boss and might spread all sorts of rumours and tales about her. Christina shuddered deeply at the thought. "Why are you shuddering girl? Are you cold?" "No sir." "Then you have a problem with showing off your tits, Christina?" his sly and almost supercilious English voice continued. "My tits are a bit saggy," she murmured apologetically. "Your tits would look better if they weren't hidden behind your hands. Whatever happened to your manners, Christina?" "My manners, sir?" "Your manners, girl: when meeting someone for the first time, the Greeks allegedly shake hands firmly, smile, and maintain direct eye contact." "I would like to do this, sir." "And is there any reason why you haven't yet?" "I am shy, sir. I am not so keen to show off my breasts to you and your friends." "They are not friends -- think of them as associates, even if you have to see them again." Christina looked round suspiciously but the place was so dark she could not make out any of their faces. "Focus girl. Did I give you permission to allow the attention to wander?" "No Mr. S. I am sorry." "I have the power and the ability to hurt you, Christina. And I will do so, if you are not 100% focussed from now on." "Yes sir. I will be the focussed one for you and the associates." "Will you be focussed when my cock is sliding between your tits, fucking them slowly, like the Greek harlot you are?" "You make me so embarrass." "I suggest you kneel and be 'so embarrass' in the dark at my feet." "You would humiliate me before my husband, sir." "This is what you asked for, Christina, so kneel down like a good and obedient cunt, my sweet gomena." "I am wife not gomena," she practically spat in protest. And yet she still knelt down on the floor, dressed in just her heels and her panties now. "I will not be your mistress." "No, but you will be my cunt, Christina." "Yes sir. I will be your cunt." "And you are a very attractive cunt, Christina, especially when you kneel down before me like that and tell me just what you want to be for me." "Maybe I be gomena for you then too, sir," she smiled coyly, changing her mind abruptly. "Maybe you will be what I tell you to be, cunt." "I know I want to do as you say, but being here, it is so different." "How is it different?" "You make shock in me." "I will be making cock in you soon, girl: a nice big cock to use in pert Greek mouth of yours, while your husband serves us more wine -- a nice bottle of Retsina while I fuck your face roughly." "It is good you keep him busy, sir." "My cock?" "No, my husband." "Ah yes - your useless karagiozis; that husband of yours should not fiddle about uselessly while you give me your naked body as a gift?" "Be careful, sir, he is the jealous man sometime, sir." "How can he be jealous of a gavlogero - a horny, old bastard like me?" "He is." "I suppose a cuckold would be jealous to realise his wife is going to be fucked in front of him, while he serves wine." "He also quite like you to make gamisi with me, sir." "Gamisi?" "Make fuck, sir." Mark threw back his head and barked a laugh at that. "I want to make lots of fuck," Christina continued. "And Alex, he want me to make fuck too." "Well, I'm glad to entertain all your whims and to make 'gamisi' with you through the night, if needs be, though I do so on my own terms." "He is not so jealous, when he see me do this." "I have a gift for this jealous man of yours, Christina; just to stop him scratching his balls while he watches us." "This is so kind of you, sir." "I know, but it was not expensive." "This is good, sir." "I would not, after all, want to put your beloved under any obligation." "What is the gift?" "I thought long and hard about it, Christina." "Oh?" I wanted something of equivalent value to your naked body, which is all ready to be used, I trust?" "She is, sir." "What is she?" "She is yours sir; your cunt for you and your associates, if you like." "She is a lovely gift, Christina. I will introduce my associates to you later. You didn't have much opportunity to see them before and you may find them familiar to you." "Thank you, sir; how familiar?" "That is for you to know and both of us to find out my gomena of the little black dress." Christina smiled self-consciously, clutching nervously at her breast in her crossed arms. "But it really is coming to the time she finally needs to unwrap my gift, just to please her husband," Mark grinned wickedly. "Gifts should always be wrapped, sir," she shivered and then lowered her arms to clutch defensively at her only remaining garment -- her black, silk panties; "especially the long and hard ones." "Yet gifts are usually opened when received." "I am sorry sir." "Don't be. I am almost enjoying your reserve." "Efharisto, sir," she smiled up at him timidly. "Thank you." "You know just how to thank me, Christina." "Tell me, sir." "Open your legs and show me how wet your knickers are becoming as we talk." She crouched up and spread her legs, showing off the damp patch in the crotch of her knickers. "In Greece, I'm told good friends often embrace." "This is so, sir." "Are you good friends with your 'mouni', Christina; does she play with her sweet, little pussy when her poorly endowed husband is not enough?" "This is possible, sir," she lowered her head ashamed of the confession he had extracted from her. "I like to pleasure my mouni." "So embrace your mouni, pet. Caress yourself in front of me and my associates. Let's see some malakia. You have permission to slip your hand inside your tight little black panties and to masturbate yourself until you are nice and wet for us all." "Yes sir." "That's a good little Greek girl," He smiled as he watched her sliding down and kneeling with her legs spread and her hand pressing into her panties. She started to masturbate herself lasciviously. She didn't want to do this, but the words were so insinuating they were breaking her down and making her do things that she would never have considered doing before. She was a respectable girl with a respectable job and a nice husband and yet here she was playing with herself in front of a bunch of strangers. She thought about her life as she stroked herself, considering all the pedestrian aspects to make herself last longer and to make her seem wetter and more needy to the three gentlemen gathered around her. Closing her eyes, Christina continued to tease and pet herself, wanting to excite them as much as she was exciting herself. She tugged at her knickers of her own volition and slid them down to reveal her naked partly-shaven cunt to the world for the first time that evening. She continued to frig herself, displaying herself to the three middle-aged men surrounding her like a common prostitute, as she toyed with her clitoris and stroked her labia. 'I feel such a naughty bitch' she thought to herself as she knelt there masturbating for this audience; 'a naughty bitch in need of a nice big bone -- no lots of nice big bone.' And she sighed out loud at the thought of the emptiness within her that her husband's thirteen centimeters did little to fulfill. "Good girl," he complimented her, "and you dressed well for me, Christina: a nice Greek salad dressed well with her own fuck juice -- Christina a la Zoumi Tis Agapis." "I am no dish of fuck juice sir; I just want show you respect." "You've showed me far more than that." "This pleases me, sir." "You please me: cunt first; then respect second. You also undressed well too, by the way." "Efharisto." "Kindly complete the undressing by losing your knickers and handing them to me." "Yes sir." Christina leant back and arched her body, tucking her voluptuous legs together and tugging the panties all the way down. "I want you to show me my gift now, girl. It's getting difficult to contain it in the packaging. Shall I help you with your preparation?" "I could not accept, sir." "Yet you appreciate my offer?" "I do, sir." "Then kindly ask your husband to unzip your present. It's in my associate's trousers." "Oh." "You do not like it?" "He may not like it, sir." "Will he draw comparisons with his little five inch tsoutsouna? Well, never mind. You can fetch the big present out, girl. Your soft hands are preferable to his even when his are gloved." "Thelo afto. I want." "What do you want, cunt?" "I want for to take out your cock and I want to make fuck with it, sir." "Then you can serve us there on your knees like the sweet Greek cunt you are, Christina." "Serve you, sir?" "In Greece, I'm told, the oldest person is usually served first at meal times." "This is so, sir." "And yet my associate here is the oldest person present. So, are you ready to eat?" "I think so." "My associate, your husband's wonderful employer (Christina gasped at this), Mr. David Bullough will serve himself. He has long wanted a piece of your beautiful Greek arse." "Oooh, sir. Oh thank you. I do so long for this even if I really wanted another cock in the truth." "Cunts have their pleasures chosen for them as do gomenas and you admit to both now, do you not, Christina." "Yes sir. You can be cruel." "I am cruel because you want me to be cruel and because, yes I admit it, I do get pleasure from humiliating you like this -- a real innate pleasure. And you're probably wet enough to be fucked from behind, without any further intervention from your delightful hands, while you suck and toy with Mr. David, like a good little Greek girl." "Oh yes sir." "Alex can show me to the seat of your need." Alex walked forward stiffly and walked behind his wife. He knelt down behind Christina and spread the cleft of her sex. Following him, Swift bent down briefly and picked up Christina's recently abandoned silk panties. "Frig her sopping cunt, Alex. And open your mouth man. I want you to taste her cunt while you ready her for me." Christina moaned as her husband began to stroke her labia and found the bud of her clit, setting her off instantly into a trembling orgasm. "Did you have permission to come, Christina?" "No sir." "Don't do it again unless you are allowed to." "Yes sir." "It's alright. Your thoughtlessness is offset by the fact David here has excellent manners." "He has, sir?" "Yes. He will remain standing until your husband invites him to stand before you as I crouch down behind you. That's it -- lift your arse up to accommodate me. And once he has been shown to the seat I was occupying, he will not begin fucking your mouth until the lady starts to please me with her cunt." "Oooh! I love this. I love for you to take me from my behind." "Keep your hands on his balls while you taste him; at least until I tell you to use your tongue there. I might be tempted to come over your face and into your lovely mane of black hair, before cleaning myself off between your lovely, big tits. It's a good thing your husband's employer has joined us though, for I gather there is a great tradition of discussion at meal times." "Yes sir." "But we've heard enough from you for now, you noisome, little parlapipas." "I am not so talkative, sir." "You won't be once we find other uses for your mouth. Now, it's time to bend and suck." "I am loving this, sir. I love to make skipse kai glipse." "Shut the gamisi up then and get on with it," David, Alex's employer growled, pulling her face against his groin forcefully so that his cock pressed against the back of her throat and she was hard pushed to control her gag reflex. David fucked in and out of her mouth relentlessly, using it as if it was her cunt, pushing her lips together around his prick when she seemed to loosen her grip. She tried to catch her breath and choked as David's cockhead slid into the aperture of her throat. She heard Alex gasp in the background to see the cock pushing against the side of her mouth. Her jaw was aching with the sheet size of this monster cock embedded in her mouth, fucking in and out of her lips on the floor of the dark restaurant. Christina began to get used to David's thrusting and soon found herself humming obediently around the fat cock filling her face, not wanting to interrupt this ironic discourse or to stop pleasing him. She had been a reluctant party at first but now she was completely caught up in the moment. She wanted him to enjoy himself. She wanted to be used. She wanted to be taken over and over and over again. Her tongue slid under Mr. David's cock and all around the head, seeking to delight him as she shuddered to feel the stranger sliding into her damp, little cunt from behind. She would have groaned if her mouth had not been full of cock, particularly as the discussion slowed and the pace of the fucking accelerated. "It is good to share," David panted in front of her, watching as Swift positioned himself behind Christina. "It is very good: I may have to keep Alex in employment after all. At least that will give me the chance to taste this lovely young cunt again." "Yes it will, David... if I allow you too," that familiar, commanding voice intoned behind Christina and then Mark's big prick was in her tight little Mediterranean cunt, fucking steadily until her vagina was as completely filled as her mouth. "If you allow me to -- who the hell do you think you are, Mark?" So, that is his first name, Christina thought -- Mark...Mark Swift...Mr. Mark Swift. Why did that Christian name have no meaning to her, even though she had written him under his nom de plume five or even ten times begging for these happenings? He had always used the pen name or a single initial. Did he want to remain a complete stranger in reality despite the intimate correspondence and despite tonight? "I'm the man who got you access to her mouth, David." "So you are...so you are," David coughed embarrassedly and then hid his discomfort by grabbing Christina's dark mane of jet black hair and then jamming his cock right to the back of her throat. Christina suppressed a choking sigh as 'Mr.' David fucked into her mouth vigorously suppressing his anger by using her with all the force he could muster. "And I'm the man who is telling you to use her a little more gently now, David, if you please and if you ever wish to enjoy her again. She is a woman to be pleasured, not a toy for a spoilt child." The Little Black Dress Ch. 02 "Okay, sorry, Mark." "That's all right. Now let's try to co-ordinate our actions so that we can maximise our enjoyment of this sweet young cunt." "She makes a great side table to share a Meze of Greek wench from," David grinned "I thought it was Zorba the Greek," the third man, who had been hovering eagerly in the background, piped up. "Very witty Andrew," Mark drawled, fucking Christina relentlessly all the while, a movement that was slowly carrying Christina to the other side of bliss. "Her mouth can only absorb one of us" said David, recovering his good humour between Christina's obediently, sucking lips. "And her mouth is almost as fetching as her eyes -- and she seems to enjoy looking up so pleadingly, each time you fuck into her, Mark." "I'll wrap my hands around her flanks and tug her against me so that she's fucking herself onto my cock then," Andrew said impatiently. "I really want her and need her now." "You'll get your moment soon if you behave, Andrew," said Mark, continuing to fuck in and out of Christina's sopping pussy. "If I behave?" "Yes - so long as you keep your elbows off the table and your hands above the table when fucking, you are welcome to, Andrew -- at least my understanding of Greek etiquette leads me to believe this." "You seem to have studied the subject quite thoroughly, old boy," laughed Andrew, brushing off any assumed slight. "I have; almost as much as you have enjoyed spying on your customer Christina these past few months." Christina gulped and felt Mr. David stir nervously in her mouth, as she suddenly realised that the third man was the owner of the corner shop at the end of her street. It was the same man who had served her week in and week out with groceries and papers and odds and sods. And here he was about to use her and abuse her, while her cuckold of a husband watched on. Oh it was too much -- it was just too, too horrible and too, too wonderful -- all at the same time! She carried on sucking 'Mr.' David's cock, letting her lips rove over the thick, hardness -- so much bigger than her husband's limp, little dick. Oh it was such a pleasure to suck a really big dick and to have another shunting in and out of her young cunt at the same time -- it was sheer bliss -- she felt she would die of pleasure at this usage. "Did you know that accepting a second helping compliments the host?" Christina heard Mr. Swift murmur as he continued to fuck into her steadily from behind: did that imply another big cock in her tight and underused little hole? "I am jolly pleased to compliment you; so it will be sticky seconds all round then," said Andrew excitedly. "I can't wait to fuck my favourite little Greek housewife. Would you like to take a break, Mark?" "I wonder if Christina will like the taste of her cunt when she sucks me to a new erection, my friend," replied the orchestrator of her sexual heaven. "It's not too much of an acquired taste; like sodomy?" David smirked as he looked down to see her sucking his dick eagerly like the hungry little bitch she apparently was. "Christina has never tried sodomy; so she wrote me." With that Mark paused in his fucking and pushed a finger against her Christina's anus, pressing in against the tight little brown hole above the well-filled vagina that he had been ploughing with considerable vigour and aplomb. Christina yelped. "Yes, she told the truth," Mark said dryly. "She has a virgin arse! Wow! Excellent! Oh god! I can't hold back anymore," David moaned and spurted his need into Christina's mouth, pulling out before he had finished and spraying come over her lovely face. "Yes she does and you can leave it alone both of you," Mark warned, ignoring David's crisis. "It's mine." "I was only testing wanting to test it with my finger," Andrew whinged "My finger has already sunk in deeply enough, my friend," Mark reiterated firmly. Alex -- come over her -- your wife's face needs cleaning -- it is covered in nice, hot spunk for you to lick away. I hope you can kiss her clean lovingly, like a good, little cuckold husband." "I'll tell you I've wanted to sink my finger into her for some considerable time," David fulminated. "Every time she comes to visit her husband in my office, looking up at me with those big black pupils as I am nice and polite. You know I really just want to slip my finger into her mouth instead of socialising before telling her to kneel down, take my cock out and suck it in full view of her husband and everyone else." "Is watching me fuck her doggie-style not enough for you?" They paused and looked down at Alex kissing the sperm from Christina's face, licking every sprayed droplet of sperm away dutifully, while Mark held still in Christina's cunt. "It's a start," David conceded. "I want her to service me every day and for her husband to come and clean her up with his tongue afterwards." "You, my friend David, are a terrible lecher." "I like to give my employees and their families my full attention." "Is that why you had CCTV installed in the ladies?" "Well, who could resist watching Christina masturbate over your stories?" "Does she frig well in her husband's cubicle, friend?" "I will be fucking her in my office in future." "You have a nice desk. I may use her there, but you will have to ask my permission for that pleasure." "Yes, Mark." "No -- and it may become "Yes sir" to you David if you continue your puerile behaviour. You owe me forever for today's entertainment along with the tapes I have of your sordid office antics. And you will certainly reward me handsomely for any future pleasures you derive from our association." "Yes Mark." "Good lad." "She has a nice arse. Can't I have it?" Andrew almost begged "You can bugger off and wait until I've deprived her of her anal virginity, my friend." "And while you bugger her?" "Well, you could slide under her and feel her fucking down on you perhaps, Andrew. David seems done for now." "That will certainly expedite matters." "And, what about her husband; what will he think?" Andrew asked. "He won't have time to think. I do believe he is rather fond of cleaning up spillage. Given that there will be a certain amount of fuck juice on the floor; I suggest that he uses his tongue gainfully." "On the floor?" "On the floor and around the conjunction between your cock and his wife's cunt assuming you will allow a man to lick your balls while you are fucking that is; and then he can apply his cuckolded face to each of his wife's well-used orifices." "Excellent," roared Andrew. "A tongue is a tongue is a tongue - he can lap our health!" "In Greece, it is considered polite to soak up gravy or sauce with a piece of bread," grinned Mark; "a cuckold's tongue will do instead as our lovely Greek trollop lies there on the floor exhausted." "And our dirty cocks?" "Christina's lovely lips will serve in part and her panties will finish the job. They make a lovely napkin and it is good manners to put your napkin next to your plate when you have finished eating." "Capital, sir. Capital. I'll toast that," cheered Andrew. "Now David -- why don't you sit down and have Alex pour you some more wine. You look quite pale after coming over Christina's face" "Sounds like a good idea," David said wanly. "Eis igían sas," Mark smiled as he pulled out of Christina's sloppy and debauched cunt at that. He looked at her sensualised form and clasped her beautiful tits together for a nice tittie-fuck. All the time as he slid his hot prick between her creamy breasts he was thinking when would be the most opportune time to have that deliciously tight anal virginity of hers. Perhaps he would have Alex lick his wife's bum hole before Mark slipped into the tight little rose and bugged the woman until she screamed. Perhaps he would check out Christina's address book and see if she had any close and adventurous female friends to lick his balls while he fucked into her sphincter, taking both of them to places they had never dreamed of going. Christina looked and felt bemused. It was no surprise that she held still as Andrew slid under her and rubbed his turgid cock against her sopping entrance. When he fucked his way into her pressing her down upon him, her back to him and her body crouched as if in ablution, she let out a low moan. Then she began to rock of her own accord, her rhythm accentuated by the way Mark was sliding deep into her cleavage. Andrew was slapping her arse periodically to encourage her to fuck down ever more deeply. Alex had cleaned Christina's face up nicely and was now kneeling down between Andrew's spread legs, licking his wife's clit as Andrew bludgeoned his way in and out of Alex's beautiful, young Greek wife. Christina herself may have been bewildered by this point, sitting on the edge of so many orgasms -- with no permission to go over the edge. This denial was even more stimulating than coming and was certainly the most thrilling episode in her short married life. Yet, even in her daze, Christina knew who was in charge. She didn't murmur when Mark stepped back to leave her with only one cock to play with. She looked down to watch her husband licking around her labia and clitoris while Andrew's cock filled that sweet cunt completely with his hardness. She wondered if Alex was disgusted by the idea of licking another man's cock or whether he was a closet bisexual as well as a weak-willed cuckold. Christina knew her manners and knew that Mark liked manners. She was conscious that this was a most informal occasion , so, as Mark approached her anew and presented his cock to her mouth, she murmured quietly: "Stinygiasou, Mr S, sir." "I told you before that I had heard that Greeks were warm and hospitable, Christina," he murmured back; "and now I know that to be the complete truth. Thank you so much for your hospitality this evening," "You are so very welcome, sir." She responded with a shudder as Andrew spurted his load into her. "Thank you for all the fuckings." He looked down at her possessively and ruffled her black hair, murmuring back: "to your health too, Christina", before stepping over Alex, spreading his legs and pressing his cock into her well-used mouth. As he fucked her lips, he looked down at her and watched her adoring, black eyes. After using her mouth and tongue to his heart's content, he pulled away from her and looked down to observe Andrew's come dripping from Christina's cunt. Mark almost laughed out loud to see that it was being licked up by the ever-eager-to-please cuckold, Alex, but he contented himself with a smile. In fact the tableau was more than enough to facilitate Mark's own discharge over Christina's wanton face and tits. It was a delicious image and with a little touch of his cock by Christina's glistening tongue, Mark was ready to complete his evening. And so it came with a wash of excitement that seemed to Christina to dash against her cheeks and forehead and drip down over her entire face. There was, in fact, far less come than she imagined, but it was still a powerful jet that washed over Christina's skin, exacerbated by the fact that Mark was musing on the perfection of Christina's arse. This lovely Greek arse, Mark had decided, would certainly form the centrepiece of a wonderful and gloriously tight opportunity for a further licentious evening with Christina. And what evening with Christina would be complete without her cuckold of a husband and, of course, her little black dress.