CHAPTER 4

The king-sized bed had the covers turned down already, but Alan pulled the satin comforter completely off before he sat me down on the side of the bed. I was facing a wall of mirrors along the closet doors, which doubled the size of the big room. He leaned down and pulled off my shoes, then knelt between my legs and grasped the top of one blue stocking. He pulled it down neatly and tossed it on top of my shoes. I watched our figures in the mirror as he pulled off the other in one smooth move, then stroked the tops of my thighs. He was still dressed in his shirt, shoes and dress pants, and I was now completely nude in front of this handsome man. Not to mention Jerry, who had sidled quietly into a corner, fully dressed in suit and tie. His broad face was calm and his eyes slightly glazed.

Alan lifted up my knees and slid me over to the middle of the big bed. He nipped one breast lightly and stood up.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said with a slight smile, and left me there with my knees up and my breath getting short. I looked over at Jerry, who now had his eyes fixed somewhere on my belly. I arched my back a little to see what effect it had on this strange voyeur, but his face was still blank.

Alan was back in a minute. He tossed something onto the bureau and stood at the foot of the bed. At least he looked like he was enjoying the view, while he slowly unknotted his tie. Shoes and socks next, equally slowly, and I waited wantonly while he took off his shirt. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and quite a decent six-pack. My knees were quivering in anticipation, as was my totally wet pussy. He smiled a little as he slid his trousers off and folded them neatly on the bureau. There was a considerable bulge in those knit Polo boxers, and I arched up again eagerly as he pulled them down to free that glorious cock.

Without taking his eyes off me, he slid a condom on efficiently while I drooled from my upper and lower mouths. I so wanted that hot saber deep inside me.

With a sexy smile, he crawled up between my knees and leaned over to drive his tongue quick and deep into my open mouth. Still poised above me, he suckled on one breast, then the other, while I lifted myself up towards that warm heavenly body. Finally, finally, he lowered himself onto me and I reveled in the feel of his chest hair and the hard-on against my belly. He slid up and down on me, the head of his cock teasing first my clit, then my sopping pussy lips, then back again.

By now my knees were lifted up near his shoulders and I knew I was whimpering. With that hot smile, he grabbed my knees, spread me wider and stabbed his cock into my anxious vagina. It went so deep, I let out a strangled gurgle. He pulled back, pushed on my knees again and slammed in harder. It felt like he was ramming into my throat and I threw my head back.

“Ah, good, “ I moaned, “so good.” Suddenly, I could see Jerry watching us quietly from his corner, and an extra thrill ran from my stomach to my toes.

As Alan drove into me again and again, I could feel the head of his big rod pushing deep and hard into my liquid insides. Each time he pulled back, I clenched myself around him to hold him in. Teasingly, he pulled back so the head of his cock was at the rim of my vagina and rotated his hips. I looked down at the fat length of his schlong hanging out of me, then turned my head to look at our coupling in the mirror. I was seeing a reverse view of what Jerry was hopefully enjoying, and it was really hot.

Alan had his eyes down on our pumping hips.  He whispered, “So tight, so wet, honeypie,  you feel so good.”

His curved shaft slid a little deeper on each slow thrust. I shifted my gaze between the mirror to Jerry to Alan as the thrill of this awesome fuck took over my whole body.

Alan’s groans grew louder and more urgent as the plunging grew harder and deeper. “Oh Carla, baby, I want to fuck you til you split wide open.”

I knew I was keening out loud as I bucked up eagerly against each thrust. Jerry’s mouth had dropped open and I could feel the rush of my orgasm take over. I tried to watch Alan’s intense face as the quivers ran from my fingers to my toes, but found my head thrashing from side to side as a long wail slipped out of my throat.

Incredibly, Alan drove himself deeper and faster into my trembling pussy hole until I could feel his cum spurt all the way up to my sizzling brain. Shouting something unintelligible, he collapsed on top of me and we were panting in unison. Finally, I rolled my eyes over to poor Jerry and was pleased to see a calm, content look on his face. Well, he couldn’t possibly feel as sated as I did, basking in the glow of the after waves coursing through my body.

With a groan, Alan nibbled my earlobe and flopped on his back beside me. I think I whimpered as he pulled out. My head lolled in his direction and we grinned lazily at each other. I heard Jerry creep out of the room, and a minute later the clink of a bottle against a glass.

“Most satisfactory, don’t you think?” Alan murmured and laid a hand on my hip.

“Indeed,” I purred back. “Very happy to serve you.” I stretched out my legs luxuriously, feeling the last tingle fade away.

At length, he sighed and crawled off the bed, heading for the bathroom. When he came back, condom-free, I looked at his dangling, still slightly pink cock. Even at rest, it was a nice length. He lay down beside me again and placed my hand over his balls.

I woke up from a contented doze to hear voices from the front room. Alan was dressed in only his trousers and opening the door. The young waiter was back with another bucket of champagne. As he set it on the counter, he looked through the open bedroom door. I hid my grin, stretched like a cat, pushing up my breasts and spreading my legs just a wee bit. Through the slits of my eyes, I could see him staring as I wiggled sensuously. I closed my eyes again, and a minute later heard the door open and close again. Another treat for the teenager, and a little for me, too.

Alan came in with two glasses of champagne, so I sat up against the padded headboard. Curling my legs under me, I propped up the pillows and adjusted so my breasts hung evenly. Alan sat down on the edge of the bed and we raised our glasses in salute. As we sipped, Alan smiled into my eyes before his gaze slipped down to my boobs.

“Do you serve dessert, too?” he asked.

“Of course,” I smiled back.

Suddenly, he reached for my shoulder and pulled me forward, dipping my soft nipple into his champagne flute. It tickled a little, then more as he leaned down to lick off the wetness. He did the same with my left breast, and suddenly my nibbies began to harden up.

“Hmm, very tasty, “ he whispered.

He put both of our glasses on the nightstand and straddled my thighs, his trousers still on. He leaned down to suckle one breast while he massaged the other. I watched his dark head nuzzle me, from above him and from the mirror and sighed happily. I trailed my fingers up and down his strong back, then under the back of his waistband. From the mirror, I could see his growing erection poling the front of his trousers. I reached down to unzip him and slid my hand onto that velvet-covered shaft. He sat back and the trousers dropped down to reveal the veined saber in all its glory. I ran my thumb over his sweet spot and he groaned while I watched him grow even larger.

I wanted it in one of my mouths, so I leaned down to slide the nozzle between my lips. Alan let me take only a few sucks before he lifted my head up.

“Oh no, baby, it’s my dessert, remember?” He stood up and dropped his trousers to the floor.

He didn’t fold them this time but flipped me over onto my belly. Then he grabbed both my legs and dragged me down towards the foot of the bed. He stood between my legs and I heard the snap of the condom. He pushed my knees up and helped me crawl backward until I was perched on the edge of the bed. I leaned on my elbows and spread my thighs to serve up my eager pussy.

“Up on your hands, honey,” he murmured and I complied.

His warm hands spread my ass cheeks and he plunged that big dick into me. Deep, Omigod, it felt deeper this way. He slammed into me again and I looked over to the mirrors. My boobs swayed in reaction to each thrust and I watched myself in fascination. Cricking my neck, I could just see Alan standing tall behind me, spearing me again and again. I saw Jerry’s shadow as he crept closer and my excitement grew. Another show for the portly voyeur.

My neck was jerking too hard from the strength of Alan’s pounding, so I turned my head forward to look at the headboard instead. I started to thrust back, but Alan gripped my hips hard and growled.

“Hold still, babe. I want to drive my cock all the way into your throat.”

My moans changed pitch as he pushed even harder into me, then switched to jackhammer speed.

All I could get out was a staccato, “Ah, ah, ah,” as my boobs swung faster with the sling of my body back and forth.

My nipples were almost painful. The rush was starting to peak all through my body as Alan’s big rod pistoned into my depths. I dropped my head down, and from under my arm, I could just see Jerry standing closer to the bed. He had his cock out in one hand and it was huge, as big as a salami and almost as red. He was jerking himself off even faster than Alan was fucking my sopping pussy.

My mouth dropped open and a weird noise came out as I started climaxing around Alan’s driving cock, and his fingers pinched my clit while I came and came again. Even through the throes of my orgasm, I felt the warm ropes of Jerry’s cum splatter onto my back. Then Alan’s orgasm hit my pulsing tunnel and I screeched weakly until no sound came out at all. Alan pulled out and let me fall forward into a quivering mass on the bed. My legs, my arms, my whole body were spasming and I think I passed out.

When I swam back up to the world, Alan had me propped against his shoulder and was trying to tip champagne into my mouth. I managed to take a sip and sloshed the bubbles around before I let it trickle down my throat.

His handsome face looked grave. “Carla, honey, was that too much for you?”

I stared at him a minute before I could get any words out. “I think I died and went to heaven.”

Those dark eyes crinkled into a smile. “Yeah, it was pretty good for me, too.”

I gaped at him and he leaned down to kiss me. “It was delicious… Want to stay the night?”

“If you don’t mind, “ I whispered. “I don’t think I can stand up, let alone get dressed. ”

“Good, I don’t want you dressed, either.” He rolled me over and cuddled up, spoon fashion, one warm hand latched onto my breast. “Then we can have breakfast for two in the morning.”

I let out a weak groan but snuggled my butt up against him.

“Maybe,” I whispered and fell into a deep sleep.