3 comments/ 13570 views/ 0 favorites One in a Million By: MsWriter26 I am a beautiful woman. My hair is the color of sleek gold, my face is reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe, my body a collection of long luscious curves like some modish ergonomic furniture design. I have to dress cautiously or I stop traffic. But I’m not just a pretty face. I have a master’s in English Literature and I am studying for my doctorate. I am an only child. My mother died of a rare tropical disease when I was thirteen. My father is a brain surgeon. He works although he doesn’t need to work because we have money in the family. We are rich. But don’t hate me. Please don’t hate me. If you saw me in the street, you might think I couldn’t fail to be happy, you might think I’m one of those girls who “has it all.” Or you might know better. You might also think that men were lining around the block for me. And there you’d be right. There is a motley bunch who line up along the railings out my building. They are getting quite weather beaten and when it’s really windy they have to cling to the railings like the nannies in Marry Poppins—for fear of being blown away. I am quite used to them by now. Otherwise, it is only the very brash and very handsome who approach. I do not want to spend the rest of my life with the very brash and the very handsome. Of course, I dated when I was in college. I had a love affair with a man who fell off a mountain during a hike in Chile. After that I concentrated on my studies. It wasn’t a conscious decision to forgo, but I always found reasons to not go out with men. I was what you might call picky. One day I decided it was time to find myself someone to love. This is the story of how I did that and how I found the only man in America who wouldn’t want me. The only man in the Western Hemisphere. The only man on the planet. He took photographs of me. I don’t usually let magazines take photographs of me. I refused to go into modeling when the pressure was on, when I was fifteen. But on this occasion it was different. A collection of designer dresses was to be auctioned for charity. And one of the dresses had belonged to my mother. We met on the rocky bed of the Thames at low tide. It was gray and very windy. I said I didn’t usually wear this kind of dress. But it was for charity. “One knee on the pebbles,” he said. “I don’t usually take this kind of photograph. But it’s for charity.” The dress blew up around my ears. My legs. Did I mention my legs? Sometimes I think my legs have a life of their own. Sometimes I eat a lot of cake to see if they’ll notice me. It doesn’t work. My legs go on doing their own beautifully defined thing. I beat the dress down with my hands. “I like your shoes,” he admired. “You like my shoes?” I asked, bewildered. “That’s it? My shoes?” I tell you, that’s the first man who’s ever liked me for my shoes. And they weren’t expensive shoes—they weren’t Manolo Blanhik or Prada. I bought them at a junk shop when I was a student. Very high, very pale yellow and very strappy. They went with the gown. “Are you married?” I asked. “No. But I could be. Are you good with children and dogs?” “Dogs?” But he had to go. He was in a hurry. He had more important matters to attend to, a plane to catch. I caught hold of his foot at the top of the ladder as it was about to disappear over the embankment. He turned to look at me strung out below. “My shoes,” I said again. I had taken them off for ease of climbing. I waved them, trying to revive the subject. He wouldn’t be drawn. He was gone. I called the magazine editor to get his number. It wasn’t that he was handsome, really. He had the looks of a man who gets a long way with women by sheer force of will. Small, muscular, like a terrier. I left him a message. I said I hadn’t met anyone like him ever in my life before. Some time later, two months later, actually, he called. “What have you been up to?” he said. Feigning casualness, I replied, “Oh, this and that. The usual. What have you been up to?” “I walked for thirty days through the mountains to photograph a tribe who’ve never seen a white man.” There’s not much you can say to that. “I’ll be in New York on the 20th,” he informed. There’s nothing much you can say to that either. So he came to New York and made me come within two minutes of being in my bed. His tongue was brave and confident. “Do you always come so quickly?” he queried. “Does it always take you so long?” He looked at me quizzically. “Two minutes,” he said. “Two months,” I said. He ignored me. “I like your breasts. You have beautiful breasts.” My breasts and my shoes. It was like that with him. Parts. We made love. We lay awake and talked about life. “Have you had women all over the world?” I asked. He said an Afghan woman had come into his room in the middle of the night and risked being stoned to death. I imagined him with her. I wondered if Afghan women shaved their legs. We slept for an hour and woke simultaneously and came into each other’s arms, experienced the divine. “It’s strange,” he said. “What?” “It feels right.” I fell in love. Over breakfast the next morning he told me about a man in Kosovo who had his ear cut off and fed to a dog. Then he had to go. He was in a hurry. He had important matters to attend to, a plane to catch. He hurried away with not a glance at the line of rain-soaked men outside my front door. They watched him go, disconsolate. He sent me passionate e-mails. Re: I want you. He said he dreamed about me intensely. Occasionally he would call me from airports. Out of breath, with two minutes to spare. I was glowing. People said I was lit up. I caused a seven car pile-up walking down to Elizabeth Street. I was obliged to go out in a purdah like my Afghan woman friend who may or may not have shaved her legs. Hours, days, weeks went by. “I’ve been thinking about the Afghan woman,” I suddenly said when he called. “The one who came to your room in the middle of the night. What happened to her?” “It all went wrong,” he said simply. “Did you make love to her?” “Yes.” “And then?” “She wanted to marry to escape the country.” “And you wouldn’t save her? After you’d had her?” “I’ll be in New York on the 3rd,” he said. When he came we danced together. “Where were you today?” I asked. “At a meeting with the charity board,” he replied. “In Seattle.” “Was it boring?” “The desire to see you was almost unbearable,” he said. He took my shirt off and we slow danced like that. “Women have all the power,” he said. “How’s that?” “Only women know what’s going on.” “They do terrible things to the women in Afghanistan,” I said bravely. My friend again. With the hairy legs. “They do,” he agreed. “Because they think women have all the power.” “I hadn’t thought of that,” he said. “You hadn’t thought of that?” “I just take photos,” he shrugged. His face clicked shut like the closing of the aperture. I took more clothes off to try to make it open again and let the light in. “You could have any man you wanted,” he observed. “Any man?” I said. “Do you promise me?” At breakfast he said that a woman on death row was due to be hung in five hours and forty minutes’ time. Then he had to go. He was in a hurry. He had important matters to attend to, a plane to catch. Does she shave her legs on death row? “He’s an angel,” I told friends. “Angels are in heaven,” friends said. “Not manifest.” “Well then,” I said, “a hero.” “Ditto,” they said. “He’s my hero,” I said. I told the guys out by the railings. They were happy for me even though their clothes were torn to rags by the elements. He called from the airport. “I’ll be in New York on the 12th,” he said. We danced again. “Who was the last woman before me?” I asked. “I was in love with an evangelical Christian in the Bible Belt,” he said. “God told her not to sleep with me.” “Do you like women who like you?” I asked. “What do you mean?” He looked puzzled. “It’s a simple question. Maybe you only like women who don’t like you.” “What are you talking about?” “I love you,” I said. When he came he made a sound like he was dying. “That’s the first time you ever made a sound like that,” I pointed out. Over breakfast, he told me that convicted rapists get castrated in South American countries. Then he had to go. He was in a hurry. He had important matters to attend to, a plane to catch. He didn’t tell me when I would see him again. I never did see him again. “I’m walking for thirty days to photograph the building of a school for the tribe who’d never seen a white man,” he said. “What do they want with a school?” I asked. He didn’t answer. “Will I see you?” I asked, flustered. “It’s not enough,” he said hopefully, “is it?” But I refused to comply. “I’ll call you,” he said. He lied about that. He wrote me a letter at Christmas. “Unfortunately I find it’s impossible,” he said. He enclosed a gift of a carved wooden knife. We are forced to part ways. I read the letter out to the guys by the railings. Greetings for the coming year, he wrote. The guys raised their eyebrows. “That’s it,” I said, “end of the letter. No love, no kisses, no regrets.” That was when I noticed their clothes, ripped and torn like my heart. “Am I not the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” I asked them. “Yes,” they said. Did that make you think he’d love you? What made you think that? Then they asked me what he’d done to deserve my love. “He liked my shoes,” I said. “But you’re one in a million,” they said. “One in a million,” I said. One in a Million I met my wife online about 7 yrs ago, when I first met her, she looked like she was wet behind the ears when it came to sex. As a guy, you know we are always saying "I can really teach her a thing or two". Well, I made that same assumption and we all know what assume means!! Let's just say she is one of those "One in a Million" girls that you only come across maybe once or twice in your lifetime. From the first time we had sex we had an immediate and strong animal magnetism between us that just never seems to end. She can be wearing sweats and I see her walk across the room and I want her!!! What I didn't know at the time is that my wife has a voracious appetite for sexual pleasures, once we really got to know each other; she started to open up and talk about her strong desire to be a slut. She confess to me that she loved giving blowjobs and getting fingered, in other words she wanted to be used in any and every way sexually possible. She loved the taste of cum, love going to work with no panties on or getting fingered during the day by her boss or co-workers. The funny thing is that it was really turning me on listening to her stories and hearing her confess to me that she just can't help her self. So I came up with an arrangement with her, I pretty much allow her to be a slut as long as she promise to tell me all the sordid details of her slutty encounters. I know you guys reading this might think that I am crazy to let her do this, but I feel I would rather have her do it in front of me, instead of behind my back. So with that said, I consider myself to be the luckiest guy in the world. So I am going to tell you about one of our adventures of her "whoring" which was so hot. The only words I can think of to say about my wife is that the girl is a whore, a sex hungry little slut, a fuck toy for men. One day, we decide to go out to this adult book store in our area that has swinger rooms. I had her dress up in one of the many sexy lingerie that she has and put on a sexy wig (Just in case we run into someone we know). We first stop for a couple of drinks at a local bar and discuss what we are about to do, as I am talking to her about it, I could see in them the wanton lust of a true slut. She was ready and so was I, we arrived at the place and it was pretty pack, it was single guys' night. Once we get upstairs, we walk around and notice there weren't any other couples there but us and maybe around 8 guys, I have to admit I was a little nervous and I am sure she was too, so I told her we will just sit and watch one of the movies playing. As we are sitting there, I begin to rub her tits through her coat and she then began to remove it and I could see the hunger in the guys faces as she stood up and took her coat off and revealed the sexy lingerie that was underneath. I began to suck on her tits, as she began to remove her thong underwear; she wanted to be nude in front of everyone. As I was sucking her tits, I began to finger her pussy, when I put my hand down there, she was already very wet to the point that it was dripping between her legs. She then drops to her knees and began to pull my dick out, while she sucked my dick hungrily, she arched her back, lifting her ass and spreading her legs a little wider, giving all the guys in the room a view of her wet pussy. At that point, the guys in the room look at me to see if I was ok with them touching her. I gave them the ok, but told them to be easy and not to be too rough. I told them, "This girl wants us to use her body." My wife has no shame at all, she was in a sexual zone as she was sucking my cock, telling me "Your dick tastes so good, I love sucking on it". Hearing her say that while being fingered in her ass and pussy and guys feeling all over her tits, it was very hard for me not to cum with all the sexual tension in the room. The room we were in had a bed in the middle of the room. I stop her from sucking me, and I told her to go and lay on the bed while I watch her be used. She did what I said and she was attacked by the men like a pack of lions on a piece of meat, the men were sucking her tits, licking her pussy and ass. I saw her cumin over and over, I look at her in her eyes and I saw pure pleasure written across her face. She loved this, all these men all over her. I then made the men move back and I pull her to the edge of the bed and put my hard dick inside of her and began to fuck her very hard. At the same time she was jerking two guys off and getting her tits suck, she is looking at me and said in an animal voice, "Oh god yes, fuck that pussy. Fuck it! Fuck me hard!" the moaning and grunting show me that she was loving it as the tempo of me fucking her increased and my thrusts became harder and harder. As she rocked back and forth under his assault, my cock would disappear into reappear only to get buried again a moment later. I wasn't ready to cum yet, so i took it out and I sat back on the couch, I told my slut to come and sit down and ride my dick. She got up off of the bed and came and sat slowly down on my dick, a couple of the guys standing around couldn't take it anymore and started to cum all over themselves! As she rode me she started to scream out "Omigod!" She scream out again Oh.....yes....yes....that's it.....fuck me....fuck my slut ass!! As she was riding me, a couple of the guys watching started to suck on her tits, which made her go crazy!! Her whole body started to shake with pleasure, she was on her fourth or fifth orgasm, we lost count! One guy stuck his finger in her ass as she was riding me, she started to cum again with so much force! I told her "You are a real slut" as i started to go deeper in her wet pussy, "Tell me what you are!" "I'm a slut!....I'm a whore....I'm your cock-slut!" she said as she was cummin again!!! I said say it louder so everyone can hear you, What are you?" I asked her again "Tell these men what you are." "I'm a slut," She said I'm a whore and a slut." "What do you want?" I then asked. "I want your cum. That was too much for the guy standing behind her licking her ass, He stood up and began to pump his dick as he was standing over my slut's ass, he looked over at me and said "I'm coming on your slut wife ass," he panted. Then his body shuddered and he moaned. At that point i couldn't take it anymore and had to cum, as i stood up she took my cock deep in her mouth, helped along a bit by my hand pushing the back of her head. She began to suck and move her mouth up and down my cock, pausing every now and then to swirl her tongue. "Yes baby, suck that cock! Suck it nice and deep!" I said, grabbing a handful of her hair. "Oh you little slut! Suck that dick like a dirty little whore!" she was practically panting as she neared another orgasm. By now I thought my balls were going to explode, I wanted to cum so badly. And what I saw next almost put me over the edge. Another guy had sat up now and was kneeling on the floor right beside my wife and he place three fingers inside her pussy and was using his thumb to rub her clit. In front of me now I had my gorgeous wife sucking my cock I screamed "Yes, Keep sucking! Make me cum baby!" "Make him cum you slut! And drink every drop!" the guy said as he was continuing to plunge his fingers in and out of her pussy. I told her "That's a good slut," Suck my dick." Spit and slobber soon covered my dick. She began making slobbering sounds as she slurped and sucked. Sometimes she would stop long enough to lick on the head. Her hand was in rhythm with her mouth. She stroked faster now, building speed. She could taste pre cum dripping on to her tongue. It tasted good to her. She wanted my seed in her mouth. As she licked on my cock in her mouth without warning, hot cum shot into her mouth. she swallowed hard. She drank the first load, and kept sucking. My cock continued its spasms and more cum shot into her mouth. She continued to swallow as much as she could. But some of it ran out of her mouth, down her chin and dripped onto the floor. She continued to milk the cock with her hand, working to get as much cum out of it as she could. She wanted more cum. Finally i pull her away, she stopped and looked at my dick. It was still hard, covered in cum and her saliva. "You are a filthy cum slut." I told her. She was, and she knew it. There was no going back now. "Say it," I ordered. "I am a filthy cum slut," She replied. We both got dress and I told her i love her very much and we left discussing what our next adventure would be... One In A Million Girl Laura's Visit... And The "One In A Million Challenge I was happy to see that the plane was on time... soon I would see my Luv in person. Laura and I started chatting on IM a couple months ago, and our harmless, friendly, get to know you chat went from mild to wild. With the freedom and anonymity that fantasy ID names provide, all inhibitions are lost. You can, and do, say things that you may never say to a spouse or even your closest friend. Our chat sizzled. Ah... there she is I said to myself as I saw her leave the plane. We had exchanged pictures, so there was no problem recognizing each other, but she was far more beautiful in person. We hugged a long close rocking hug and separated just enough to examine each others face and share a welcome kiss. Just a short respectful kiss with a slight touch of tongue... to announce to each other... this promises to be a fantastic 2 days. OMFG you taste good!!! With just a carry on bag, we didn't need to wait for her luggage... we went straight to the parking lot. As she slid into the passenger side, I got a fleeting glimpse of the top of her thigh high pull-ups. It was like an electric shook to my cock. I said to myself... relax Tiger or I won't be able to drive. The short, 15 minute drive to the hotel was filled with small talk about the flight, the weather in Dallas, and how hot it has been. I told her my plans for the evening starting with an early dinner, and then a few drinks at the comedy club, and an early night. We checked in about 5 pm, and went to the room. We were just going to relax for a few minutes, but that glimpse of her thigh, and one look at the inviting Jacuzzi changed everything. I said, what do you think, Baby? She answered..."It's just what I need. You know, I have no fear of flying, but I do find I sometimes get a little tense. That would relax me great." I said, Strip down gorgeous, while I turn it on. When I got back in the bedroom, she was down to her beautiful lacy bra and matching thong, and her thigh highs. What a mag-fucking-nificant sight. I couldn't hold back. I threw my arms around her and we started a tongue dance kiss that lasted a full 3 or 4 minutes. During that time I had managed to remove her bra while she removed my shirt. We parted just long enough to remove the rest of our clothing and went into the Jacuzzi. These first class hotels do things right. The small refrigerator had a couple splits of champagne. I opened one and poured 2 glasses while Laura found the spot in the Jacuzzi that had a jet just right to play on her clit. We joked about how the hotel truly did prepare for everything. Soft music was playing... drinking champagne... a jet on her clit... and her hand slowly squeezing and stroking my cock... there is no way it could be better than this. At Laura's urging, I sat on the top of the spa and had my cock at face level with Laura. With the jet on her clit, and my cock in her face, she announced that she needed to cum, and that she wanted to make me cum at the same time. She started to suck my cock with the skill that only cums with someone who totally enjoys what she is doing. She is so fucking skilled that I didn't last as long as normal, and as she broke away to tell me she was cumming, I shot a 3 ropes of cum... one on her face, one on her tits, and the last one in her mouth. After we showered, we laid on the bed while we recovered from the intense cums that we both had enjoyed. Although we had cum together while chatting and phone sex and cams... this was unbelievable. Like it had been building up for months... and indeed it had been. Dinner was great, and I'm not sure if it was the food, or the fact that Laura had her hand resting on my thigh through most of the dinner. Laura is soooooo fucking hot that a simple "hello" can sound like "cum fuck me hard cowboy... and I mean right now". The Improv was fun, and we laughed a lot. But, like a couple of luv sick, horny pups... we couldn't keep our hands off each other. While she gently and sometimes not to gently, squeezed my cock through my pants, I had been able to slide my hand up her thigh and push her thong to the side so I could stroke her clit. We laughed politely, but I don't think we really heard much of the stand-up comics routine. Back at the hotel, we suddenly became very quiet and romantic. Kissing and cuddling and rubbing and stroking each other like a worship ceremony. Like we had both discovered something rare and beautiful and we didn't want to hurt or break it. I kissed and sucked her wonderful tits, and gently squeezed and rubbed them. As she lay quietly and the soft music played in the background, I licked and kissed my way to her delicious pussy. I paid tribute to her beauty and licked and sucked and stroked until she produced my reward by cumming all over my mouth and tongue. I went back to her mouth to share what I had received, and slipped my hard and hungry cock in her soft succulent cunt while we kissed. After a long, loving fuck we drifted off to sleep with my cock still in her tight little pussy. Tonight was so different from what we had shared and planned and talked about in our chats and phone sex. That all seemed to be about, tell me what you want you dirty little cum slut ... suck my fuckin cock and lick my ass, whore. If you wanna eat my cum you will have to work for it, bitch. We talked about titty twisting and pulling, pussy pounding and paddling, hair pulling, ass spanking and hard rough ass fucking...and name calling. But tonight was totally different. But wait till tomorrow... things will be totally different, and I hope Laura is ready for it. Tomorrow is the "One in a Million challenge", and I believe she will love it!! Saturday at breakfast I announced that we had a full and fun day planned. I told Laura that I have arranged for a masseuse scheduled to come to the room and give her a super special massage. When we got back to our suite after breakfast, the masseuse was waiting at our door. She had called my cell to let me know she was there. Laura was excited and stripped down to her bra and thong. The girl named Monica, was about 35. She was extremely attractive with long dark hair, and the figure of a Playboy pin-up. She was dressed in a short button front white, nurse like uniform. She set-up the massage table and draped it with a sheet and towels. Laura smiled at me and said, OK Ace, now what's next? I answered... off with the bra and thong... this will be a FULL body massage like you have never had before. You said I was in charge, and I have a full day planned. Laura stripped and got on the table on her tummy. To Laura's surprise, Monica too stripped out of everything but her shoes. Not to be outdone, I too stripped and positioned myself in the recliner chair and had a perfect view. With Laura lying on her tummy, Monica started with Laura's head neck and shoulders. And as she slid her hands from the neck down the back to her waist, her beautiful and ample tits would rub Laura's head and shoulders. After doing her arms and hands, Monica started with Laura's feet and calves. I could see that she was doing a good job, and I could hear low moans from Laura to confirm that it was a good deep muscle massage. As she started on Laura's upper legs and thighs, she spread Laura's legs farther apart. With each rub and stroke Monica got closer to Laura's beautiful ass. As she massaged the inner thighs, I could tell that she was getting close and maybe rubbing Laura's smooth shaved pussy. The moans were getting louder, and the breathing was heavier. Monica spread Laura's ass cheeks and massaged and rubbed her little pucker hole. She then did something that almost mad we cum... she leaned over and kissed and licked Laura's ass. Then with a gentle slap, she instructed Laura to roll over. As Laura rolled over, she got her first full view of Monica naked. You could tell she was impressed and quite aroused. Monica started with Laura's forehead and face, and then leaned over and kissed Laura's mouth. Just a little teaser type kiss... not a long tongue dance. As Monica leaned forward to massage Laura's tits, her beautiful tits would rub across Laura's face. After about 5 minutes of that, Laura started to lick Monica's tits when they came in contact with her mouth. At this point, all three of us were hot and horny and breathing hard. Monica went to the foot of the table and began to massage Laura's legs. She did an excellent job on Laura's upper legs, and just rubbed Laura's slit a few times. Then she came to the side of the table and really started fingering and rubbing Laura's pussy. I was about to shoot a load but stopped stroking to watch and make it last. Monica then inserted two fingers and started to finger fuck Laura while she rubbed and stroked Laura's clit. Laura reached down and massaged, tweaked, and pulled Monica's nipples. Monica stopped and took Laura's hand to help her up, and directed her to the bed. Once on the bed she positioned between Laura's legs and proceeded to eat Laura's cunt properly. After a few moments and a few orgasms, she turned and positioned herself over Laura's body, and placed her gorgeous pussy over Laura's mouth. I knew, but Monica didn't know that this was Laura's first 69 with a female. In fact it was the first cunt she had ever eaten. But from my vantage point, she is a good learner, because she was eating her out great. I didn't want to interfere, so I shot my load in a towel and continued watching the girls. After about 15 minutes, they rolled over beside each other and just cuddled and kissed for a few minutes. I went to the bathroom where the Jacuzzi is, and came back and asked the girls if they wanted to join me in the Jacuzzi. They did, and we had a relaxed conversation, and then took a quick shower. After Monica left, Laura hugged me and kissed me and thanked me for making that happen. She said she had always been curious about being with another girl, but never did it. She said that when she had been approached by girls in the past that they were always "butch" type that didn't interest her or turn her on. She said, "If there are more like Monica, I think I will enjoy being Bisexual". I said... little darling, you have just completed part one and two of your Seven step program to become "One in a Million". Your other five steps will be this evening. Laura said, "What are the other five steps"? I told her that she would know soon enough, but that it would involve a blindfold, but no tie downs or cuffs. No pain or anything like that. Now come you lil' darling... we shall have some lunch and lounge by the pool for a while. We got back to our room about 4:30 pm and after stripping out of our swim suits, I announced that I had something I wanted her to put on... a blindfold. I added... like we have talked about before... you have the right to stoop anytime you want. Just say "Red Light'... and everything will stop immediately. I helped her with the blindfold, and led her to the bed. I got on the bed on my back with a rock hard cock pointed skyward. I had the music a little louder for a reason... we were not going to be alone very long, and I didn't want Laura to hear anything. I helped position herself on my cock for the ride and fuck of her life. I pinched and tugged her nipples and pulled her to me. As I kissed her, she suddenly became tense and I reassured her it was everything is OK. Laura said "is he gonna' fuck my ass"?? And I answered yes, unless you don't want him to. Laura said, "OK but please be careful... I have only done that once before". She felt a finger enter her well lubed ass hole... then two fingers... then... and then she felt his cock slide slowly into her waiting ass hole. Laura said, "Oh fuck... I am stuffed and those two cocks are going to stretch me open but I don't give a fuck...it feels so fucking good to have my cunt and my ass full of glorious cocks... don't stop fucking my cunt and my ass I am cumming and cumming... please don't stop". I said.. . Laura, you cum eating slut... shut the fuck up and open your cock sucking mouth so you can lick and suck the cock that is waiting for you. Do you want him to just slap you mouth with it or are you going to suck that big fat fuck pole... and then... after he cums in your mouth you can talk again. With 3 cocks in you have got to be the happiest whore around... think of all the cum you will have from three cocks in you. I did tell you... you little fucking machine... that this is a seven step program. You had one and two with Monica... and now you have three, four, and five with a cock in every hole that will take one. Now my beautiful fuck slut you are about to graduate... take your two hands and jack the cock that are put there for you. Jack them good, because with the exception of me in your cunt and the one in your ass, the other three will be alternation and going around your body so that you get to suck all three of them before they cum. As each cock shot it's load, they left the room, until Laura and I were alone again. I remove the blindfold, and said, how was that my gorgeous fuck slut. Without a word, she wrapped your arms around me and kissed me long and hard. With cum running out of her cunt and her ass... she was totally spent. I asked if she wanted a bath or a shower or the Jacuzzi... she said a shower, so the two of us left for a hot steamy shower. As we dressed after the shower, Laura said, "Ace darling... no more surprises today... I'm about worn out". I said, Laura, my Luv... it's only 9 o'clock... we can order room service, or go to the bar and eat there. Laura said... "If I don't have to walk too far, I might be able to make it... I am a little sore from the pounding my pussy and ass took today". When we got to the bar, we settled into a table in the corner. Our drinks arrived even before we ordered them... how the hell did that happen. Just then my four tennis buddies showed up at the table and with glasses raised, they announced..."Laura, welcum to the club... you truly are, "One In A Million"... we toast you and hope to see you again one day... and thanks a Million". With that they turned and walked away. Laura said... "Is that who I think they are... is that the cocks that I was sucking and fucking... WOW... they are so fucking handsome and well built"? I said, " Yes my Luv that is who you think they are, and yes... like most tennis players, they do stay in pretty good shape." And you are definitely One In A Million... Only one girl in a million can take on 5 lucky guys at once. You are so special, and so precious.