Once upstairs, the reality of the Texans' wealth hit me. The suite looked like a gilded temple: private elevator, marble foyer, two vast bedrooms, a sprawling living area overlooking the dancing fountains, and marble bathrooms so large they felt like real spas. "Ma'ams," Bull boomed, "welcome to our little slice of heaven. Tonight, we are here for a grand adventure."
Mali, immediately comfortable, had already draped herself against a precious sofa. "Welcome home," Colt said quietly, uncorking an expensive vintage bottle. But a flush crept up his neck as he handed a glass to Mali, whose gaze was lingering a second too long on his crotch. Colt was rather shy, he looked slightly nervous, a stark contrast to his ******'s exuberance.
"Ma'am, welcome home for the night," Bull murmured hoarsely, handing me a crystal glass, his large hand brushing my arm. The heat from him was instant and palpable. "I appreciate a handsome man who knows what he wants," I purred softly, touching the silver hair of his temple. "Don't sweet-talk me, darlin'," his breath warm on my neck, "you're reminding me of my Amy."
His wife Amy. He was a widower, and suddenly, his rough exterior peeled back, revealing a deep, lonely sincerity. Meanwhile, Colt's shyness melted away on the sofa next to Mali. He looked at her, enchanted by her exotic, unique beauty, and listened, captivated by her stories. That's when Bull took center stage. "Let's say things out," he stated, "let's not waste time."
Bull didn't bother with subtlety. "Ma'ams, we're here for fun. No expectations, no pressure, only pleasure," he said, his voice rough like gravel. "Colt and I have been lookin' for adventures," he smiled, a knowing smile. "If you're feeling adventurous, we got two days to make it memorable, my beautiful heifers." Colt flushed, embarrassed. "***… Jesus!" he burst out.
"Relax, boy." Bull's grin was all teeth. "Ain't no crime in appreciatin' beauty." Mali's laughter cut through the tension. "Especially when it's second to none." I put the glass down and looked into Bull's eyes, "And what else do you appreciate, papi? We are good professional dancers, among other things." His hand took my arm, "Bet you're good at other things, too…"
He made it clear that girl-swapping was the expectation, not the possibility. And somehow, in this gilded cage of heaven, it felt right. Mali, the connoisseur of erotica, nodded approvingly. Colt, his *** just watched Mali like he wanted to worship her. His ******? He didn't waste time. "Off!" he ordered, tugging at my dress. I arched a brow. "Oh, you're demanding…"
"You like that," I giggled, pulling him closer; then I guided his hand over my curves, showing him the touch that drove me wild. Bull's hand slid to my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. His mouth hot and demanding as he backed me against the floor-to-ceiling windows. He palmed my breasts first, through the thin fabric of the dress, then lowered the neckline.
I was panting, my nipples tightening as he sucked them, hard. "Damn, you're responsive, mamacita!" He growled, his teeth grazing my collarbone. "Bet you're dripping already, ain't ya?" I didn't answer; I first ground my privates against his thigh. The friction made my head spin. "Why don't you check and see?" His thick fingers slipped under the fabric, making me moan.
Two fingers slided in my soaked folds. "Christ, you wet!" he growled. He knew how to move those fingers, change the pace, rub my clit wildly, until he brought me to the edge. "Come… mamacita," he murmured, brushing his lips against my ear. "Let 'em hear you. Let 'em know how good I'm gonna make you feel!" I cried out, and climaxed, digging my nails into his shoulders.
Behind me, Mali had Colt pinned to the sofa, her legs straddling his lap as she rolled her hips, grinding against his crotch. Her hands in his unruly blond hair as her open mouth kissed him deep and dirty, her tongue penetrating his mouth as if it were her own. Colt's muffled groan carried across the room, and Bull, pulling me close, said, "Did you hear that, darlin'?"
Bull didn't wait for an answer. He spun me around, pressing my chest against the cool glass of the window as he dropped to his knees behind me. His hands gripped my hips, yanking my dress up to my waist before tearing my thong down my legs. I felt his breath on my bare intimacy, and then his mouth was on me, his tongue flat and hot as he dragged it from my ass to my clit.
I moaned, while he turned me to face him. "Your turn. And now suck me like you mean it." I sank to my knees, the thick silk of Bull's tie slid between my fingers. His massive member sprang free from his slacks, thick and veiny, the head already glistening with pre-seminal fluid. His grip in my hair wasn't gentle: sharp and possessive tugs that sent sparks down my spine.
"You're lovin' that, right?" his voice was a low rumble. I could only moan in response, my mouth wrapped around his member. I ****** myself to push it in; I felt it enormous, rocking in my throat. My jaw ached, tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I didn't pull back: I let him use me, let me stretch and burn deliciously against the backdrop of Mali's escalating moans.
Across the room, Bull's ***'s voice cracked, "Fuck…" and then Mali's laughter, dark and triumphant. A zipper hissed open, fabric rustled, and I knew she'd have him on his back by now, her hips rolling in that slow, hypnotic way that drove men insane. I couldn't resist the temptation to turn and look. Mali, as she knew, was enacting ancient vignettes of Oriental eroticism.
"You like watchin', huh?" Bull's voice dragged me back, his member hitting the back of my throat. "You like seein' others fuck while you ***** on my rod. Ain't ya?" I moaned around him, excited at the words. He chuckled, his hips snapping harder. "Yeah, you do. Dirty puta…" He pulled out with a wet pop, his huge member glistening with my saliva. "On the bed…" he chuckled.
Mali, immediately comfortable, had already draped herself against a precious sofa. "Welcome home," Colt said quietly, uncorking an expensive vintage bottle. But a flush crept up his neck as he handed a glass to Mali, whose gaze was lingering a second too long on his crotch. Colt was rather shy, he looked slightly nervous, a stark contrast to his ******'s exuberance.
"Ma'am, welcome home for the night," Bull murmured hoarsely, handing me a crystal glass, his large hand brushing my arm. The heat from him was instant and palpable. "I appreciate a handsome man who knows what he wants," I purred softly, touching the silver hair of his temple. "Don't sweet-talk me, darlin'," his breath warm on my neck, "you're reminding me of my Amy."
His wife Amy. He was a widower, and suddenly, his rough exterior peeled back, revealing a deep, lonely sincerity. Meanwhile, Colt's shyness melted away on the sofa next to Mali. He looked at her, enchanted by her exotic, unique beauty, and listened, captivated by her stories. That's when Bull took center stage. "Let's say things out," he stated, "let's not waste time."
Bull didn't bother with subtlety. "Ma'ams, we're here for fun. No expectations, no pressure, only pleasure," he said, his voice rough like gravel. "Colt and I have been lookin' for adventures," he smiled, a knowing smile. "If you're feeling adventurous, we got two days to make it memorable, my beautiful heifers." Colt flushed, embarrassed. "***… Jesus!" he burst out.
"Relax, boy." Bull's grin was all teeth. "Ain't no crime in appreciatin' beauty." Mali's laughter cut through the tension. "Especially when it's second to none." I put the glass down and looked into Bull's eyes, "And what else do you appreciate, papi? We are good professional dancers, among other things." His hand took my arm, "Bet you're good at other things, too…"
He made it clear that girl-swapping was the expectation, not the possibility. And somehow, in this gilded cage of heaven, it felt right. Mali, the connoisseur of erotica, nodded approvingly. Colt, his *** just watched Mali like he wanted to worship her. His ******? He didn't waste time. "Off!" he ordered, tugging at my dress. I arched a brow. "Oh, you're demanding…"
"You like that," I giggled, pulling him closer; then I guided his hand over my curves, showing him the touch that drove me wild. Bull's hand slid to my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. His mouth hot and demanding as he backed me against the floor-to-ceiling windows. He palmed my breasts first, through the thin fabric of the dress, then lowered the neckline.
I was panting, my nipples tightening as he sucked them, hard. "Damn, you're responsive, mamacita!" He growled, his teeth grazing my collarbone. "Bet you're dripping already, ain't ya?" I didn't answer; I first ground my privates against his thigh. The friction made my head spin. "Why don't you check and see?" His thick fingers slipped under the fabric, making me moan.
Two fingers slided in my soaked folds. "Christ, you wet!" he growled. He knew how to move those fingers, change the pace, rub my clit wildly, until he brought me to the edge. "Come… mamacita," he murmured, brushing his lips against my ear. "Let 'em hear you. Let 'em know how good I'm gonna make you feel!" I cried out, and climaxed, digging my nails into his shoulders.
Behind me, Mali had Colt pinned to the sofa, her legs straddling his lap as she rolled her hips, grinding against his crotch. Her hands in his unruly blond hair as her open mouth kissed him deep and dirty, her tongue penetrating his mouth as if it were her own. Colt's muffled groan carried across the room, and Bull, pulling me close, said, "Did you hear that, darlin'?"
Bull didn't wait for an answer. He spun me around, pressing my chest against the cool glass of the window as he dropped to his knees behind me. His hands gripped my hips, yanking my dress up to my waist before tearing my thong down my legs. I felt his breath on my bare intimacy, and then his mouth was on me, his tongue flat and hot as he dragged it from my ass to my clit.
I moaned, while he turned me to face him. "Your turn. And now suck me like you mean it." I sank to my knees, the thick silk of Bull's tie slid between my fingers. His massive member sprang free from his slacks, thick and veiny, the head already glistening with pre-seminal fluid. His grip in my hair wasn't gentle: sharp and possessive tugs that sent sparks down my spine.
"You're lovin' that, right?" his voice was a low rumble. I could only moan in response, my mouth wrapped around his member. I ****** myself to push it in; I felt it enormous, rocking in my throat. My jaw ached, tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I didn't pull back: I let him use me, let me stretch and burn deliciously against the backdrop of Mali's escalating moans.
Across the room, Bull's ***'s voice cracked, "Fuck…" and then Mali's laughter, dark and triumphant. A zipper hissed open, fabric rustled, and I knew she'd have him on his back by now, her hips rolling in that slow, hypnotic way that drove men insane. I couldn't resist the temptation to turn and look. Mali, as she knew, was enacting ancient vignettes of Oriental eroticism.
"You like watchin', huh?" Bull's voice dragged me back, his member hitting the back of my throat. "You like seein' others fuck while you ***** on my rod. Ain't ya?" I moaned around him, excited at the words. He chuckled, his hips snapping harder. "Yeah, you do. Dirty puta…" He pulled out with a wet pop, his huge member glistening with my saliva. "On the bed…" he chuckled.
