"I like that blouse you're wearing." Robert was eyeing my white lace bra through the transparent material. It was sexy, but not quite sluttish...
always a thin line I seemed to tread in my dress... and in my life.
"Thank you," I said smiling across the table from him. A three-piece jazz combo played nearby in the hotel lobby as we sipped our drinks in the bar.
I stared into his eyes and smiled mischievously as I read his mind. Yes, I knew he wanted me. I knew that his cock was already half stiff with the thought of how he would have me later.
Perhaps gently and lovingly... but more likely not.
My right leg swung open and closed to the rhythm of the music as my own anxious energy sought a place to escape.
Robert reached across the table for my hands, as if to anchor me, and took each one in his own. Slowly he smiled and then ran my fingers one at a time over his lips.
I loved his lips. Full and forever set in the beginnings of a smile. There was always something about his face that could capture me; his deep set eyes that held my stare for the longest moments;
the cleft of his chin that served as a distraction when I needed one; and his clenched jaw as he fucked me that turned me one more than he ever knew.
It was a Saturday night and the place was hopping with locals, business travelers and tourists. I caught the eye of a very nice looking black guy sitting a few feet away.
I smiled and then turned back to Robert.
"Flirting again?" He looked over at the guy and then back at me.
"Me?" I laughed. "You know I don't flirt."
"That's true," he said smiling. "You just tease!"
I looked back over to find the guy still watching me. I wondered if he could tell that we were talking about him.
"Why don't you flash him a little," said Robert.
"What?" I laughed out loud at the thought.
"Turn towards him and keep swinging your leg back and forth the way you do when you get excited. Let him have a peek."
"Robert!" I crossed my arms in front of me and stared at him. I was embarrassed to admit that it would actually be fun to do.
"Come on," he said adjusting himself in his chair. "I want to watch you turn this guy on."
He held my eyes for the longest time, revealing his passion and desire. So this was what he wanted. To watch.
I smiled and readjusted my chair so that I was turned slightly away from the table and in the direction of my admirer.
I crossed my long legs and swiveled the leather chair back and forth slightly to the music as I kept my eyes on Robert.
If this was going to be a tease, it would be a slow one.
When I finally looked over towards the black guy, he was watching me. He looked down at my legs and then back up at me and shook his head slightly and smiled.
Without looking away, I slowly uncrossed my legs and let them part as he watched. He tipped his head slightly to the side as if trying to see more and I laughed and turned back to Robert.
"Oh, I bet he's enjoying you," he said sipping his drink.
"Probably even more than you." I smiled and sipped at my wine.
"No one could enjoy you more than I do, Kari. You're incredible."
"You think so?" I leaned over and smoothed my stockings at the ankle, pulling them up my leg until they ended at the soft, white flesh of my thigh.
With my skirt still pushed slightly up, I raised my eyes and found the stranger's gaze fixed on my hands. I teased my leg slightly with my fingers and
then crossed my legs and slid them back under the table.
"You are so bad," teased Robert. "I'm sure he's dying for you now."
"Well, it's your fault, you know. It was your idea." I looked back over and smiled at the stranger and then turned back to Robert.
"He is pretty darn cute though."
"Would you like to have him tonight?"
"What?" I knew Robert was progressive when it came to sexual exploits, but even this suggestion was out of character for him.
"Do you want him?"
"I want you." The sexy tone of my voice told him that I meant what I said.
"You have me, Kari. Do you want him too?"
I laughed nervously and smiled at him. "You know I would never admit it even if I did."
"Well, that's true," said Robert standing up from his chair and leaning down with his hands pressed against the table.
"I'm going to bet that by the time I go up to our room and check my voice mail, you will have figured it out."
"What do you want, Robert?" I asked placing my hand down on top of his.
"Personally," he said looking over at the guy and then back to me. "I would like to watch you fuck him."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes," he said leaning in towards my ear so that he was barely whispering.
"And then I would like to fuck you and tell you what a delicious little slut you are." I looked towards his crotch and saw the reality of his excitement.
"Come up to the room in 20 minutes," he said looking at his watch. "With or without him."
I watched him walk past the black guy and smile as he headed towards the elevators. When he was safely out of sight, the stranger turned back toward me and raised his beer in a salute.
I smiled and raised my glass slightly. That was all the invitation he needed. He picked up his beer and walked towards my table. My right leg nervously swung back and forth as he approached.
"Can I sit down?" he asked pointing at Robert's empty chair.
"Please do," I motioned to the chair with my glass. He reminded me of Danzel Washington. Such a pretty face and that rich chocolate skin.
His mouth looked very kissable, but it was his eyes that held my attention.
"So tell me," he started. "Why are you flirting with me?"
"Am I flirting with you?" I asked innocently.
"Well, I didn't notice you flashing any other guys in the bar tonight."
"Maybe you just had the best seat," I teased.
"Oh, I definitely had the best seat. So what's with you and the guy that just left?"
"We're friends," I said.
"Just friends?" he asked doubtfully.
"Well... friends that fuck." I smiled and winked at him.
"I need more friends like you."
"Are you saying that you would you like to be my friend?" I laughed.
"I would 'love' to be your friend," he said looking down at the lacy bra beneath my blouse.
"My name is Kari," I said holding out my hand to him.
"Marcus," he said taking my hand.
"Nice to meet you Marcus." He seemed reluctant to let go of my hand and I slid it out gently.
"So where did he go?" he nodded towards the elevators.
"Up to our room."
"Is he coming back?"
"No."
"So why didn't you go with him?" he asked.
"I guess I wasn't finished with my drink." I smiled, hoping it was just enough to keep him off balance.
"I don't think that was it," he said leaning in closer.
"No?"
"No," he said reaching down and tracing the outline of my bra with his finger. "I think you weren't finished with me yet."
I chuckled as he raised his eyes back up to mine and hooked his finger inside the opening of my blouse.
"I'm not sure I would ever be done with you."
"So where are we going here?" His tone was anxious, as if he thought I might easily slip from his hands.
"Well," I said pulling myself away from him. "I'm going up to my room."
"And what about me?"
"I would guess that you're going to come with me."
"And how is your 'friend' going to feel about that?"
"Well," I said smiling seductively, "I think he will be pleased."
"Really? Why?"
I hesitated, realizing that it was difficult to verbalize the truth.
"Tell me," he said.
"He wanted to watch you fuck me." I looked down at his hands and back up into his eyes.
"Is that what you want?" he asked.
I smiled at him and then rose from the table. I leaned over and picked my purse up out of the empty chair and headed towards the elevator.
It opened and Marcus followed me into the empty chamber. As the doors closed, he pressed me against the mirrored walls and kissed me hard as his hands explored my body.
I was grateful we had to go all the way to the thirtieth floor.
His hard cock pressed against me and I knew from the way he moved that he would be good.
As the elevator rose, so did my skirt until his hand was neatly tucked between my legs.
His fingers slipped into the silky wetness as the elevator began to slow to a stop.
"Are you always so wet?" He let my skirt fall back down as he licked his fingers seductively near my mouth.
"Are you always so hard?" I looked down at his crotch and saw the obvious outline of his cock against his trousers.
The elevator door opened and I led the way toward our room. I swiped the card key through the reader and smiled back at Marcus as I opened the door.
Robert was sitting at the small desk typing into his laptop as we entered. He had changed into his robe and smiled as we entered.
"Well, I see you two finally met." He stood and walked toward Marcus.
"Robert, this is Marcus," I said introducing them. "Marcus... Robert."
Robert extended his hand to Marcus and the two shook hands as I sat down on the edge of the king-size bed.
"Would you like something to drink, Marcus?" asked Robert heading towards the small bar.
"Sure... a beer if you have one." He watched Robert walk towards the small refrigerator and looked back at me.
It was interesting to watch him vacillate between knowing what he wanted and being uncertain of what to do.
He obviously knew what to do when he was on his own, but I doubted that he had ever experienced putting the make on a woman who was with another guy, especially one she slept with.
I watched his eyes move to the bed-side table where a box of Saxon Gold condoms and a bottle of Raspberry Kiss Kama Sutra oil sat next to the clock radio. He looked back at me and smiled briefly before Robert returned.
"Here you go," he said handing him a can of Budweiser.
"Thanks." Marcus popped the top on the can and took a drink. I crossed my legs and tapped my foot up and down to a silent tune as I waited for one of them to make the next move.
Robert came near and stroked my hair lightly, but I did not raise my eyes to his.
"What do you think of Kari?" he asked.
Marcus sat down on the coffee table facing the bed and looked at me. A Cheshire grin spread across my face as he looked at me.
"I think she's incredibly sexy." He sipped his beer while keeping his eyes locked on mine.
"I think she probably enjoys sex more than most women." I raised an eyebrow and grinned as he continued. "And I suspect that she's rarely satisfied."
"I think he described you pretty well," said Robert. "Don't you?"
"Well, I don't know about the incredibly sexy part," I teased.
Marcus laughed, but Robert ignored my jesting.
"Yes," said Robert stroking my hair. "Kari loves to be fucked. Don't you?"
Marcus and I kept our eyes locked onto each other as Robert spoke.
The tension was building as we all waited for what was to come.
Robert walked over and sat down on the small couch and placed his feet on the coffee table behind Marcus.
I looked over at him and then turned my gaze back to Marcus who was taking a sip of his beer.
"What would you like her to do?" asked Robert. Marcus smiled and then cocked his head slightly.
"I want to see that pussy you were flashing at me," said Marcus. "Take your dress off."
I stood, and keeping my eyes locked on Marcus's, slowly unbuttoned my dress. I slipped it off my shoulders and walked over to the closet to hang it up.
Clad only in heels, garter stockings, and a black lace bra, I walked back and resumed my seat on the side of the bed.
"Spread your legs," whispered Marcus nodding towards my crotch.
I glanced over at Robert, smiling as he watched, and gradually opened my legs.
There were no panties to hide behind. No hair to shield my pussy lips from view.
Marcus sat his beer down on the table and walked over in front of me. He pressed his hand over the hard cock in his trousers and smiled at me.
I kept my eyes fixed on the outline of his cock, excited at the prospect of its size.
"Touch yourself," he whispered.
My fingers slid between my legs and brushed against the wetness. As I parted the lips, another pool of silky wetness oozed forth.
I rubbed it over my clit and closed my eyes at the sensation.
"Yeah...," he whispered. "Rub it good." The palm of his hand was stroking his cock through his trousers and he took a few steps closer until he was directly in front of me.
He gyrated his hips as if to tease me with his cock and then he began to slowly pull the zipper down.
"You want my big, black cock, don't you?" He reached his hand inside of his trousers and stroked his cock, but did not pull it out.
"Yes," I said softly.
He pulled his hand out and zipped his pants back up. I looked up at him and he just smiled and winked at me.
"I think I should tease you as much as you've teased me." He walked back over to the coffee table and picked up his beer.
"I think you've found your match, Kari," laughed Robert.
I was determined not to let him think he was getting to me. Kicking off my heels, I laid back on the bed and adjusted the pillow beneath my head.
My fingers quickly resumed their post over my wet pussy and I slipped the other hand inside of my bra and pinched my nipples.
I moaned quietly, making it very obvious that I was enjoying myself quite nicely without him.
Marcus stood by the bed and watched me as he unbuttoned his shirt. He revealed a magnificent chest of smooth, black skin.
I bent my left leg and he reached down and stroked the inside of my thigh, slowly tracing a line up to where my hand moved over my clit.
I whimpered as his hands neared and he pursed his lips into a pucker and mocked me with an "Ooooh... ."
"Come on," he said unbuckling his belt. "Show me how you come like that."
"No," I said bringing my fingers up and sucking on them teasingly.
"Oh, you are a nasty girl, aren't you?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over to take off his shoes and socks.
"What do you do with such a nasty girl, Robert?"
"Spank her and fuck her and send her to bed," said Robert.
"Oh! Do you like to be spanked, you naughty girl?" asked Marcus. I giggled quietly as he stood and unzipped his trousers.
He pulled them down over the black low-cut briefs and folded them over a nearby chair.
I admired his round butt cheeks as he was turned away from me,
but was more impressed by the obvious bulge laying at an angle across the front as he returned.
"I think it's time to stop teasing." He stood by the side of the bed ran his fingers inside the elastic of his underwear.
"You're the one teasing."
He slowly pulled the fabric down over his cock, releasing it to spring forward as he pulled them down and off.
It was fully erect and more than I had imagined was hidden all this time.
The head of it bulged out with his excitement and he stroked it gently as he stood near me.
"What do you think?" he asked stroking his cock. "You think it's big enough for you?"
"I think it's quite nice."
"Yeah," he said taking a condom from the box on the table. "I think it's just the right size."
He tore the package open and quickly rolled the condom on and tapped it gently when he was finished.
"All ready to play!"
He knelt between my legs and stroked my right leg, slowly lifting it up over his arm.
I rested the ankle on his shoulder and moaned as he rubbed his fingers over my clit.
"You're awful wet, Baby."
"Mmmm...."
"You want this big cock, don't you?"
"Yes."
Smack! He slapped my ass cheek hard and I let out a gasp from the surprise.
"Mmmm.... yeah," he said rubbing the head of his cock against the opening to my pussy. "You want it... don't you?"
"Yes..." I moaned. He pushed the head of it in and then stopped. I whimpered and tried to push my hips up to meet him.
"Oh. Did you want more?"
"Please."
"Please what, Baby?"
"Please fuck me." He pushed it in hard until it hit the back of my cunt and I let out a gasp.
"Like that?" He leaned down and bit my nipple through the bra and slammed it in again.
"Yes..." I panted. "Oh god, yes!"
"Yeah..." he said fucking me deep and hard. "You like my black cock, don't you?"
I closed my eyes and bit my lip, savoring the sensation of his cock inside of me.
"Oh yeah, Baby... right there, huh?"
"Yes," I moaned, arching my back.
"Right there?"
"Yes..."
"Mmmm... Baby! Come on... give it to me."
"No..." I whimpered.
"Yes," he said grabbing my ass and shoving his cock in deeper. "Come on, Baby! It's so good. Give it to me."
I saw Robert standing at the foot of the bed watching us, stroking his cock. His expression was a cross between lust and anger as he watched.
But his cock was stiff in his hand and I stared at the purple head as he stroked it. I was so ready to come.
"Do you want it?" asked Marcus. "Do you want me to cum?"
"No!" I begged. "Don't stop!"
"Hurry up Baby..." he warned. "I'm gonna burst soon."
"Oh please!"
"Oh god... come on, Baby!" he warned.
"Yes.... right there."
"Yeah, Baby!" he yelled. I squeezed my pussy against his cock and came screaming as he fucked me. I closed my eyes, unable to look at either of them as I let myself go.
Marcus couldn't hold it any longer and groaned loudly as he came.
"Damn," he sighed collapsing on top of me. "Phew!" He leaned down and bit my nipple playfully. "You're too much!"
"You seemed to handle it okay," I said.
"I don't know," he said kneeling up and slowly pulling his cock out. "I feel dizzy."
"Probably because all the blood went to your cock."
He laughed and got up from the bed, noticing Robert behind him. He grabbed his beer and then leaned against the wall as he sipped it.
"Get on your hands and knees," said Robert walking over to the side of the bed.
His tone sounded urgent and I smiled at his obvious need.
"Hurry up!" he said sternly.
I knelt on the bed with my butt facing him and my head facing the wall where Marcus was standing. Before I knew what hit me, Robert slapped my ass hard on both cheeks.
I jumped to get away from him, but he caught my hips and pushed me to the bed.
He quickly got between my legs and pushed his big cock up inside of me.
"You want more and you know it," he scowled biting the back of my neck.
Marcus slid down the wall so that he was even with my face and made himself comfortable for the show.
"You liked the way he fucked you, didn't you?" I clawed at the edge of the bed trying to get away from him, but Marcus leaned forward and released my hands.
He held them in his and stared into my eyes as Robert pounded his cock inside of me.
I shook my head "no" as I focused on Marcus's mouth.
"Yes you did, Kari." groaned Robert. "You like being a slut, don't you?"
He ground his cock deeper and grunted as he increased the rhythm of his strokes. I cried out and Marcus grabbed my hands tighter.
"Shhh..." he whispered as he stared into my eyes.
"Tell me," he said pulling my hair back and raising my mouth up to his.
"Tell me how much you like being my little slut." His cock felt so good inside of me. I could feel myself ready to come again.
"Don't stop," I begged.
"Tell me..." growled Robert.
"Yes," I cried.
"Who's slut are you?" He grabbed my shoulders and pressed himself deeper as he reached for his own climax.
"Yours!" I screamed as I let myself go once again.
"Oh... I'm coming!" yelled Robert. He bit into my shoulder as he came jerking inside of me.
The moan turned to a sigh and then finally a chuckle as he relaxed on top of me.
"You're such a delicious little slut, Kari" he said kissing the back of my neck. "And I just love you for it."
I sighed and crossed my arms under my chin as I looked into Marcus's eyes and winked.
"She certainly is," agreed Marcus.
"Well," I sighed. "Certainly a greedy one."