I’m an author. The fact I haven’t written any stories for Lush isn’t the surprise, but it is, perhaps, surprising.

Recently I’ve had moderate success with a couple of books. Again, not the surprise, but it definitely did surprise me when the publisher started asking me to attend the sales events. Over the last year, I’ve been to six of them. They’re kind of fun. Occasionally, I run into people who’ve even actually read the books and, on one occasion, I met an actual fan. He clearly knew more about my characters than I did and I was flattered. Not so flattered that I took him up on his offer to come to my hotel room and discuss the books and ‘maybe a blowjob’ further, but definitely flattered enough that I thought about it later that night, alone, as I surfed some favourite bisexual websites.

I’m married and I love my wife.

Last month, I was invited to speak at the launch of the American editions of the books. I’d be away for two weeks all expenses paid. Usually, I’d invite my family to join me but my wife was busy, so I went alone.

After ten days, I was lonely, and tired of the hotels and the bad food, so I went straight to the bar. As I walked in, I noticed two women who had been in my talk earlier. One was petite, delicate with short blonde hair, the other was tall and had the most alluring eyes. I’d noticed them in the session but they’d both changed for the evening. The blonde had a low-cut top which, even from the bar entrance, accentuated her perky breasts. Her companion was tall with long brown hair. She had put on a short skirt which drew attention to her amazingly shapely legs in sheer nylons. There was just the hint of a garter when she shifted in her seat.

I parked myself where I could keep stealing glances and ordered gin and some wings. The two women looked over occasionally, and I had to look away, worried that I had been caught ogling breasts and legs. After the second gin, I may have stopped stealing glances exactly and may have resorted to staring quite openly. The two were sitting close together and their body language suggested an intimacy that couldn’t help but tweak my lonely, now horny, interest.

I was contemplating a third gin, and then a return to the room, and the tired trawl through the websites, when the waitress appeared and quietly replaced my drink. She leaned in and whispered, “From the ‘ladies’ over there, sir. They suggest you could join them to get a better view… on your books, they say.”

The blonde raised her glass in my direction and grinned. It distracted me from the waitress’s odd emphasis on the word ‘ladies’ and the clear implication of the word ‘view’.

I smiled. I raised my glass in return and, thanking the smirking waitress, moved over to join my fans.

“Hello Alistair, are you having a good night?” said the blonde

“Better now I’ve got some company,” I said, wondering if that made me seem desperately lonely.

“Oh, poor baby,” said the brunette. Close up, her alluring dark eyes seemed to smoulder as she smiled at me.

“I’m Cassie and this is Mel.”

I shook their offered hands. Cassie’s shake was surprisingly firm, and I lingered, holding her hand for half a beat longer, transfixed by her eyes and her legs.

The two women clearly were fans and had paid attention to my talk. They asked me about film options, and we laughed over which actors I fantasised about playing various parts. We talked a bit about home, although they deftly avoided giving me too much detail of their own lives, beyond saying that they were colleagues who were good friends.

“Very good friends,” said Mel and she patted Cassie’s thigh. Her hand rested on the hem of her friend’s short skirt. Still looking at me she slid her hand up, pushing the skirt aside to reveal the promised garter belt holding up Cassie’s nylons. I couldn’t help but look at the shapely thigh and wondered whether Cassie regularly allowed her friend’s hand to travel further.

My mouth was dry and my blood hummed. I hoped the bar’s dim lighting hid my blushing face.

“Mmmm,” agreed Cassie, her voice quivering. “Very good, mmmm, close friends.”

As the bar began to empty, Cassie suggested we carry on the chat upstairs in their room. I was intrigued, turned on and frankly a bit drunk, so I readily agreed.

In the elevator, I was struck once more by the oddness of this couple. One was tall. Sensuous. Alluring. So sexy. The other short. Perky. Cheeky. Quick-witted and also, no denying it, sexy. In my mind, I was wondering which would be more fun in bed.

The seventh floor came, two floors short of mine. As we walked towards their room, Mel leaned into me, her gait was unsteady and she smiled up at me apologetically. I didn’t mind. I could feel her breasts pressing into my side. God. They felt good. I put my arm round her.

“Such a gentleman,” she giggled as Cassie opened the door.

The first thing that struck me was that there was only one bed. Did they sleep together? I instantly imagined the two of them together in the bed and knew that I would masturbate thinking of that image at the next opportunity.

The next thing that struck me was that Mel had closed the door behind us and, seemingly in one movement, had removed her top and unclasped her bra.

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” she said as I couldn’t help look at the flash of breast and surprisingly dark nipples. “It’s new and very tight.”

She went to pull her shirt back on and then looked at me as I stood there, gawping. She may also have glanced down and seen that I was already getting very tight in the crotch.

She giggled. Then, quite deliberately, she lowered her hands and gave me a full view of her magnificent breasts. She gently shook them, making them bounce and sway.

I whistled.

Seemingly from nowhere slow sensuous music filled the room and I felt Cassie beside me. She was offering me a glass of wine. I accepted and joined her sitting on the bed while still watching Mel and her open exhibitionism.

Mel bowed. Then, almost uncertainly, she slid her hands over her tits, her fingers brushing the nipples until they were unmistakably hard. They weren’t the only thing.

Cassie and I sat side-by-side on the bed and watched.

Mel seemed to take us both looking at her and the music as a cue. She began to strip; so sexily. She was dancing for us but she was clearly also getting incredibly turned on.

I was aware of Cassie sitting next to me. She was close and I could feel her nylons against my leg. I could feel her body heat against me. I could feel how hard my cock was in my trousers.

Mel’s eyes were closed as her hands roamed her body, she was slowly peeling clothes, rubbing and pinching and caressing herself.

I felt Cassie’s breath in my ear.

“I want to suck you,” she whispered.

I looked at her and nodded. God, I was so hard.

I leaned in and kissed her passionately. Her mouth was warm; her tongue was strong and probing. I felt her hands on my trousers:

Un-zipping. Un-buckling. Un-dressing.

My cock sprang free from my boxers. I’m not massive, six inches and un-cut but I’ve been told it has a good girth and it generates a lot of pre-cum. Already it was wet at the tip. Its girth was fully engorged. It had been made hard by Mel’s continued dancing, by the allure of the woman beside me. And by the unmistakable sex in the room.

Cassie slid to her knees beside the bed and in one smooth gulp she took me in her mouth. I looked down. Her long hair tented over my now naked thighs. Behind her, her long legs and heels could be seen pointing at Mel. My eyes locked on the blonde Mel; her eyes were open and the dancing had become a more serious masturbation session. She was naked against the wall. Her hands were alternately rubbing her wetness and squeezing her own breasts as she watched her friend suck me. And, oh my god, Cassie was sucking me so well. Her hot mouth was working my swollen helmet and then allowing my length to slide into her throat. I was in heaven.

I lay back on the bed and motioned for Mel to join me. She grinned and licked her fingers. They were slick with the wetness of her dripping mound. I could hear her slurp as she licked. I felt the bed dip slightly as she knelt to one side of me. Her tongue was quickly in my mouth and I could taste her; her juice was sweet and sticky and was such a turn-on. It was all I could do not to cum in Cassie’s hot sucking mouth.

Without a word, Mel broke off our kiss and straddled my face, looking back toward my cock and her friend’s wonderful work there. Mel’s hips moved forward and back as my tongue found its way into her wet, open pussy. My hands formed a chair for her ass as she settled onto my face. She sighed as she settled into a rhythm. Occasionally I had to lift her to take a breath but otherwise, I was smothered in her sex. My fingers pulled at her ass, occasionally finding her sensitive tight hole. Each time I did she would moan and push back onto my finger and face forcing me to lick, suck and probe even further.

By now Cassie’s mouth had brought me very close. I could feel her hands on my short-haired balls as I opened my legs further. Her strong, thick fingers explored further, travelling beyond my balls until they grazed my own hole. If I hadn’t been smothered in Mel’s wetness, I would have warned her.

“I’m going to cum,” I thought.

“Oh god!” I gasped.

As I realised I was beyond the point of return, I felt two things at the exact same time.

First, Mel began to twitch and pulse and cry out. Her thighs shook on both sides of my head and she drove her hips back, opening her ass for my fingers while simultaneously grinding her pulsing clit on my tongue. My own gasping was smothered as she flooded my mouth with her wonderful, sweet juice.

Second, I felt a long middle finger, wider than anything that had ever been there before, push deep into my ass just as my cock was taken deeper than ever into Cassie’s throat.

I came.

My cock swelled in Cassie’s throat. Two, three, four big pulses rocked my cock as she swallowed the huge spurts of cum.

I came so hard that I couldn’t tell who was pulsing and twitching more. Was it me or the orgasmic Mel? Her pussy danced on my face as her organs continued.

I don’t know how long we were melded together: one sighing, throbbing mass of sexual satisfaction and sighing, moaning, energy but eventually, the intensity subsided. I felt Cassie give my cock one last long lick and Mel slide down my body and slightly off to one side. I raised my head and looked down to where Cassie and Mel were kissing each other, sharing my load and giggling.

I sighed and lay back.

“Not so fast, Alistair!”

I looked down and saw a mischievous Mel grinning at me.

“Did you like Cassie’s blowjob?”

“Oh god, yes! She’s amazing,” I sighed as my cock twitched again at the memory.

“I think it’s time you paid her back.”

“Happily!”

I sat up, thinking about how much I wanted to lick Cassie’s long legs and suck on her swollen clit, just as I had done to Mel a moment earlier.

Cassie’s dark eyes looked up at me as she stood. Her long legs, clad still in sheer nylon, were irresistible. Her short blue skirt was so invitingly easy to move. I slid my hand along her legs, upwards towards my target. Travelling higher, I looked up at this tall goddess and was surprised that, just as I got to the hem of her skirt, she pulled away.

“Come on, Cassie,” whispered Mel, encouragingly, “he’s got an amazing mouth.”

Once again, I slid my hand up those incredible legs. This time, I managed to get under the short skirt where I felt swollen hot lace panties. Suddenly I realised I wasn’t sliding my hand along a lace-enclosed wet opening which I had imagined would be swollen, heavy with juice. Instead, I was holding a pair of shaved, lace-enclosed pair of balls.

Oh my god! I thought. It all suddenly made sense!

I looked up to see that She was looking down, obviously worried, as I held her balls in my hand.

“Is it ok?” she whispered.

And this, this moment, is the surprise:

It was ok. In fact, It was more than ok. I’d never done what I was about to do before, but I didn’t hesitate. In one smooth move, I lifted her skirt and pulled down her lacy panties.

Beneath her garter belt, I revealed a five-inch, straight, cut penis. It was slightly smaller than mine but it was hard and hot and heavy.

Again, I didn’t hesitate. I opened my mouth and took her in. Even though she was relatively small she was hard and felt strange on my tongue. I reached behind her and grasped her well-shaped ass cheeks. I let my fingers caress her crack, gently squeezing as I let the full length of her cock into my throat. Although I’d never done it before, I instinctively knew to control my breath. Her swollen head, slightly bigger than her straight shaft, just reached the back of my throat. She moaned as I pulled her ass cheeks wide. I thought to myself that I had to give her the best blow job that I, a cocksucking novice, could.

Perhaps this was the other surprise. As I felt her slide in and out of my mouth my cock sprang to attention again. I was getting turned on again. I was lost in the moment: Knowing. Feeling. Experiencing. A cock getting even harder in my mouth. Tasting the sweet precum that was starting to leak. It was overwhelming: I felt her ass clench, as she pleasured herself on my tongue and in my throat. This caused my cock to get even harder, harder than it ever had before.

Mel must have noticed this as she slid herself beneath us both. She opened her legs and impaled herself on my shaft. Suddenly, I was encased in her warm wet pussy.

I moaned.

My hips moved as, slowly, I began fucking Mel in a steady rhythm.

This continued for god knows how long. I couldn’t tell which sensation was more glorious; the feel of the steady hot wetness around my cock or the swollen, hard shaft which filled my mouth and throat.

Suddenly I realised that I wanted the next thing: I wanted to experience taking a load of cum. I realised I needed Cassie to unload in my mouth.

I took a moment and held Cassie’s hard wet shaft in my hand and looked up at her.

“Cum. I want you to cum,” I gasped.

She smiled and nodded and sighed.

“Oh god. Yes.”

I went back to work. In and out. Her shaft was throbbing and hot now. My fingers found her hole and I pushed in, penetrating her.

I heard her breath turn ragged. I felt Mel spasm again on my cock, gasping and moaning and crying that she was cumming again.

Then suddenly Cassie touched my hair.

It was a warning.

I took a deep breath through my nose. And then slid her deep, as deep as I could.

I was rewarded immediately as I felt the first spurt hit my throat. I swallowed. I found myself gulping down the cum hungrily. But still, it came. There was so much I had to pull her out of my mouth. Her cock was still shooting ropes; they splattered across my face and mouth. I licked my lips.

It tasted… good.

Oh god.

I had sucked a cock. I had swallowed cum. I had loved every second. That was the surprise.

That night I shared Cassie and Mel’s bed, all of us snuggled together.

At one point later, I woke to find that I was spooning Cassie. My cock was already hard again as it nestled between her cheeks. I felt her gently push back against me. It made me press deeper.

Was she just snuggling?

No. I felt her move again. I could hear Mel’s steady, sleeping breath behind me as Cassie started to slide herself up and down my erect shaft. I reached down and pulled her cheeks wider to let me go even deeper.

She sighed happily.

Now, when she moved, I could feel the tip of my cock brush and catch on her hole. I knew what she wanted but we couldn’t quite get the angle to press deep enough.

Quietly, she hooked her strong arm round mine and pulled me on top of her. She lay face down with me lying face down on her back. My swollen head was now resting on her hole.

My face was by hers, my breath in her ear.

She turned and kissed me deeply. There was a hint of roughness to her cheek. The beginnings of stubble. Somehow it made me even hotter.

“Fuck me gently,” she whispered.

I felt her rise up slightly, her legs wide enough apart for me to push my cock, slick with dripping pre-cum, into her. She was so tight. So very tight.

It was the only male-like sound she made all night. The grunt as she felt me pop inside. It was a growl, a kind of snort, almost animalistic as she felt her ass stretched by my width. And then she was sighing and gasping lightly like a woman again as I started to slowly and gently fuck her ass.

Despite all the evening’s sex, I didn’t last long. She was so tight. Her breath was so hot. She was so sexy. I burst inside her only minutes later. My cock throbbed as leapt, stretching her even more, depositing its load deep into her as I grunted and kissed her neck.

She shuddered and pulled my hand onto her cock beneath us. I grasped her hardness just in time to feel her blow her load on the sheet and onto my fingers. It was hot and there was a surprisingly big amount. I held her until I was sure that her orgasm had passed. Then I brought my cum covered hand to our lips. Greedily we sucked and kissed my fingers together, our tongues, fingers and mouths slathered in her cum.

Involuntarily, inside her, my cock once again swelled and throbbed. More of my cum leaked into her ass.

Eventually, she sighed and rolled me back into a spoon position, making me hold her tightly, my dick resting in its own wetness between her cheeks. As I rolled back I glanced across at Mel. Her eyes were open, mischievous in the dim light.

“He finally got you,” she said as we all once again drifted off to sleep.