Cognac
The hotel was
the most extravagant yet for the company's annual party. I knew
a few wives and did my best to mingle while Simon played the appropriate
politics with business associates.
I made my round
and ran out of familiar faces. I looked for Simon and saw him involved
in conversation.
As I made my
way to the bar, the bartender caught my eye and smiled. He was young
and very attractive. I smiled back to let him know how flattered
I was by his silent compliment.
I ordered my
drink and he turned to pour. I found myself sizing him up and my
eyes came to rest on his hard ass that filled his uniform so well.
When I looked up, I realized he was watching in the mirror. This
time he gave me a more seductive smile. Embarrassed, I feigned a
cough and looked away.
"What's your
poison?"
The voice startled
me and I made a quick turn. A pretty brunette with expressive eyes
was standing next to me. Her short layered hair was unintentionally
tousled and revealed a distinct earthiness. She didn't smile, but
there was something very informal in her manner. I knew instantly
that we could be friends.
"Cognac,"
I answered, meeting her eyes.
"Two," she
told the bartender, her glance falling below his waist. Then to me,
she said, "Meg, my name is Meg."
"Hello, Meg,"
I said. "Bella."
"Great party,
isn't it?"
The questioning
look I threw her suddenly made us both chuckle.
"Do you have
a room for the night?" she asked.
Before I answered,
the bartender set our drinks down. He looked from me to Meg, then
smiled mischievously.
Sexuality exuded
from Meg and there was no mistaking her want. Slowly, his glance
moved to her full breasts, pushed up in the strapless gown. His boldness
didn't seem to bother her as she sipped her Cognac. He made a small
sound of approval and returned to me. This time, there was no smile,
only a candid expression of lust.
When a guest
broke the trance, I became aware of my wetness and shifted for comfort.
"Yeah, me too,"
Meg informed me in a soft voice.
Thrown, I cleared
my throat. There was a brief pause before she spoke again.
"Let's fuck."
Her openness
encouraged mine. I met her eyes again and we established an understanding.
I turned and
searched the room. Simon was still involved in conversation, but
he was looking at me. We made eye contact, then his glance moved
to Meg.
"Is that your
husband? Not bad," she commented without waiting for my reply.
"Let's go,"
I suddenly decided.
She gave me a
hungry look and quickly downed the cognac.
As we started,
we both paused instinctively and turned for one more look. The bartender
gave us a squint of pleasure mixed with an expression of regret.
Meg and I sighed simultaneously, then left.
Meg led the way
and I watched her well-rounded ass quiver underneath the jersey fabric.
It made me wetter. We rode the elevator in silence. She stared
at my leg through the long slit of my gown while I shared the bartender's
appetite for her heaving breasts.
I let Meg
enter the room first. Just as I closed the door, we reached for each
other without formality. Consumed with lust, there was no feminine
gentility when our mouths parted and our tongues began a passionate attempt
to acquaint.
As we kissed,
we pulled and tugged at our clothes anxiously. Meg snapped open my
bra and we separated as we both pulled at the straps. My eyes fell
on her voluptuous body. She wore a black corset with stockings and
high heels. Her erect nipples mesmerized me. They had popped
out of the half cups and looked deliciously ready for sucking.
Meg pushed me
down on the bed and lay beside me. "Beautiful," she murmured,
caressing my body while her glance slowly traveled down the length of my
long legs. Then turning abruptly, she fixed her eyes on mine and
shoved a finger deep into my cunt.
"Aaahhh,"
I sighed and raised my hips high.
"That feel
good?" she asked and covered my mouth with hers.
I moaned quietly
while my body pushed and churned on Meg's comforting hand. Releasing
me from the kiss, she attacked my nipple almost painfully. I clenched
her hair--it was a satisfying pain and I encouraged her.
"You have such
soft skin," she complimented me as she switched from one tit to the other.
I squeezed the
one she was working on and she nibbled harder. "You like sucking
tit?" I asked.
She gave me an
affirmative moan.
"Me too."
Impatiently, I reached for hers.
"You'll get
your turn," she teased and slid lower. "I want to see your pussy."
The sound of
the door opening slowed us for only a second.
"What took
you so long?" I asked when Simon entered.
"You know business,
hon," he answered, removing his jacket.
Meg turned her
head, but kept her finger buried in me. "Hi," she said to Simon.
As I made the
introductions, Simon removed his shoes and lay by my side.
"DidI miss
much?" he asked with a kiss.
"There is a
lot more to cum," I replied, pun intended.
He chuckled,
then said, "Hi Meg."
Meg smiled and
leaned over. Simon kissed her while her finger stayed inside me.
"What did I
interrupt?" he asked after the kiss.
"Bella was
about to show me her pussy."
"Then let me
help," he said and spread me with his thumb and forefinger.
They both stared
at my erect clit while it waited for attention. Then he broke the
silence. "Emmm, that's pure honey there."
Meg gave him
a quick glance, then suddenly latched onto my clit with her lips.
I responded instantly
writhing and moaning. Watching, Simon removed his bow tie.
I took Meg's head in both hands and pushed my cunt to her face.
She removed her finger, but before I could miss it, her tongue took its
place. I was ecstatic and I wiggled my hips to get more of her.
She moved between my legs and spread me wider.
"Ohhh," I
cried deliriously.
Meg slid her
tongue out and inserted two fingers. And when she took my clit again,
I began my climb.
Simon pinched
my nipple and I arched my back. "Cum," he ordered, his eyes demanding
the pleasure of watching my ecstasy.
My heart raced
with love for him. Surrendering to my needs, and his wishes, I managed
to breathe out his name. "Simon. . . ."
While I flowed
with soft screams, I fought to keep my eyes open. Meg pushed deeper
and continued to suck. Proudly, Simon watched as my body bucked and
churned in my attempt to cram her into my cunt.
It was his pleasure
that brought me the greater contentment.
"You're right,
it is honey," Meg agreed when Simon returned, having removed his cloths.
We unwound from
our embrace and let him lay between us.
Simon took turns
kissing and caressing while our bodies rubbed against his. When he
pushed our heads together, Meg and I involved in a passionate kiss.
He scooted lower and we pressed our tits against his face. He moaned
appreciatively as he groped and sucked, making our nipples tender and more
erogenous.
When he reached
for his cock, Meg and I separated.
"Meg," he
said, "come sit on my face."
Meg's eyes
sparkled as she faced me and straddled Simon on her knees.
"Show it to
me," he requested.
Reaching back
with both hands, she held herself spread.
"Oh yeah, that's
going to taste good," he murmured. "All right, baby, feed me."
She lowered herself
on his mouth and released a lengthy sigh.
I took Simon's
powerful cock in my hand. I gave it a little kiss, then swallowed
it. I cupped his balls and sucked hard, the way he liked.
Meg interrupted
me with a touch. I looked up and knew what she wanted. She
leaned forward and I put him in her mouth. She shifted her hips from
side to side. I smiled, certain she had opened herself wider for
Simon.
I moved between
his legs and he bent his knees. While Meg continued to ravish his
cock, I licked and sucked his balls. Together, we created a lovely
chorus of moans.
I forced Simon's
legs further apart and reached lower. I knew how it excited him when
I tongued his asshole.
Meg's breathing
grew heavier with her approaching climax. I returned to Simon's
side and in her ear, I whispered, "Soak him good."
Grunting, she
tried harder.
As I squeezed
one hand under her tummy, I wet my finger, then reached behind her and
began to insert it into her ass. The penetration was enough and her
ride began. I pushed in all the way. Simon pressed her hips
down from both sides and she crushed him hard.
"Yes, baby,"
I encouraged over her muffled screams. "Thaaat's it, rub your
pussy on his tongue. Yeah, that feels sooo good, doesn't it?"
Meg began to
slow but still held him in her mouth. Gently, I removed my finger
from her ass. As I stroked her hair, I could sense the satisfaction
she had derived.
"He eats good,
huh?"
Her response
was a small whimper. O' how well I knew that profound need that
always plagues me afterwards. Yes, sweet Meg, suck on his cock, content
your craving.
Meg eventually
sat up. I straddled Simon and slowly lowered myself upon him.
She looked at me with bedroom eyes. I kissed her, then let her recover
while I sucked on her tits and rocked on his cock.
When Meg slid
off, I came down in Simon's arms. Her scent was strong and I licked
his lips for her taste. We kissed long and hard.
He rolled me
onto my side, as he knows my needs so well. He entered me from behind
and reached over to play with my clit. Meg moved closer and tongued
my nipples. While Simon pumped slowly, they teased me.
As I became more
responsive, my back arched and allowed him to penetrate me deeper.
My reward was a more solid thrusting.
With my orgasm
approaching quickly, Simon pushed his cock in hard and stuck his thumb
in my mouth. And then. . . .
I exploded with
a tremble--my nerves alive. Simon pinched my clit, rubbing his fingers
against each other. Meg gently bit my nipple. I screamed loud,
but it stuck in my throat as I sucked his thumb like a cock.
I savored the
precious ecstasy for as long as I could freeze time, but the tapering was
inevitable. With the tension slowly draining out of me, Simon and
Meg held me tenderly--lulling me back to reality.
When I returned
from the bathroom, Meg was on her back with Simon on top. I climbed
between his legs and watched his balls slam against her as he thrust.
I so enjoy him taking pleasure.
When I began
to rub his ass, he slowed and moaned. I replaced my hands with my
tongue and licked his masculine cheeks, slowly working my way down to his
balls. They tasted and smelled of Meg and me. Emmm.
"You've got
a great ass, Meg." I heard Simon say. "You gonna let me fuck it?"
With her moan
of consent, I reached for the jar I had brought back with me. As
I circled her asshole with my greasy finger, I licked his balls.
They kissed while I lubricated her.
Meg turned over,
laid her head down, and raised her ass high.
"That's good,
Meg, that's just how I like it," Simon said, moving behind her slowly.
He rubbed her
fleshy cheeks, then spread them and looked at her greased entrance.
Meg arched deeper and waited.
Simon turned
and kissed me. "Looks nice, babe, thanks." His eyes were
filled with lust.
Anticipating
their fucking, my cunt grew moist.
Their moans rose
as he began to penetrate her tight hole. I knelt behind him and pressed
my body to his. Leaning to the side, I watched until he buried his
cock deep into her ass. Then I reached for the lubricant again.
For Simon, I
used two fingers and inserted deep. He began a gentle movement, then
slid his hand around Meg's hip. She moaned ecstatically when he
cupped her cunt. As he picked up pace, I wrapped my arm around his
waist and held on tight.
He thrust harder;
she whimpered like a puppy.
Meg reached orgasm
and bucked violently on Simon's cock. From the intensity, I knew
her need to be fucked would soon grow desperate. I pinched his nipple
and braced myself for the ride.
"Take her,
my love," I whispered as he pumped her ass for satisfaction, "fuck."
And he did.
The knock woke
me. I glanced at the clock and it was past two AM. "Who is
that?"
"I ordered
room service before I came up," Simon answered, getting out of bed.
"I thought you two might enjoy a late night snack."
Meg and I looked
at each other and shrugged our shoulders. Then we heard, "Come
on in," and we scurried for the covers.
In stepped our
favorite bartender, with a bottle in his hand and a smile that told it
all. "Cognac, ladies?"
Meg and I exchanged
a delighted glance, then held out our arms. "Yes, please."