Big Black Birthday
“Darlin’, someone’s at the door!” Miles kept ruffling his hair with a towel, standing naked in the glaring lights of the hotel bathroom. "I’m still naked.“
"Oh good,” drifted Penny’s voice from outside the bathroom. Miles heard the lock rasp and Penny speak with someone – a man – in low tones. Her giggle broke up the undertones and Miles squinted one eye at himself in the mirror.
The door shut. There was no sound, even when Miles froze. "Hello? Penny?“
"Come on out, you. And happy freakin’ birthday.”
“But I’m – ” He caught the urgency and blazed through the door, boldly naked.
Penny perched on the edge of the queen bed, in the nude herself. She wiggled her toes in delight and grinned. "Miles, this is Darren. He’s going to, uh, hang out with us.“
Miles’s gaze dropped to what was indeed hanging with Darren. The dark-skinned man was wearing a man-thong and nothing else, and it barely concealed what appeared to be a very, very sizable boner. He was standing a respectful distance away from Penny, though, despite his lack of clothing, and Miles’s imagination did a gleeful little dance as he realized the possibilities of the situation.
"Well,” he said, smiling, extending his hand to Darren but glancing at Penny with a doting smile (thanks, you, I love you so fucking much), “this will be fun.”
Penny clapped her hands together in delight. "YES. Best birthday ever.“
"Let’s do it,” Darren said, and tackled them both so they collapsed in a nearly-naked pile on the bed. In the chaos, his thong came free and landed on the corner of the TV. Darren arranged himself at the top of the bed, while Miles tried not to look too hard at his rising cock.
“I do what you want,” he said with a shrug, when he realized neither of the couple were making a move. "What’s first?“
Penny got a sly smile on her face. "Suck his cock,” she said, pointing at Miles.
“As my lady commands!” Darren scooted forward and ran his wide tongue up Miles’s cock. Miles shuddered as Darren got to the tip, but he closed his eyes and relaxed into the substantial pull Darren had. His fists began to clench at his belly and he was moving with the fellatio, and suddenly Penny was there, pulling Darren off and laughing.
“Enough! You’re going to make this a lot quicker process than I paid you for.”
The big black man looked suddenly sheepish in front of the tiny redhead. "Sorry about that,“ he mumbled.
Miles drew in a long breath. "Phew. It’s fine. But do her now. And,” he said, his eyes lighting up, “I will too. You good with that, darlin’?”
“Perfectly,” Penny said, with a grin that said she thought much more highly of it than she was saying.
Darren lay down and Penny straddled him. He ran his dark hands over her pale skin, letting out a low whistle as he clasped her by the hips. "You are tiny, little lady.“
"Yoga,” Penny said, flipping her hair into a quick bun. She leaned down over Darren so her breasts dangled in his face, and while he lapped at her nipples, she looked over her shoulder at Miles. She gave him a smile that was pure love and affection and then tilted so her ass was presented to him. "Please?“ She wriggled slightly.
Overwhelming adoration rushed through Miles, hardening his cock again. "Shut up and let me do my work,” he growled playfully, reaching up and turning her face by her cheeks so she was looking down at Darren. "Enjoy my present.“
Penny let out a squeak as Darren entered her. "Oh god. That’s new. And big. Miles! Please!” Her voice was breathier now, more desperate.
Miles took her ass in both hands and squeezed it together, then bent and flicked his tongue around her asshole to wet it. She moaned and arched her back, more readily displaying her offering, and Miles hefted himself, reached for the lube on the nightstand, and pressed up against her. He eased in, gauging his speed and eagerness on Penny’s soft sounds, and then he looked down. Three sets of legs: one pale, two hairy, one darker than a night sky. He grinned and began to thrust slowly.
The contented groans of three human beings wound around one another and filled the hotel room.
Closing Time
The tempered squawking of the baseball announcers was the only sound of life in the bar. Grunting as he leaned across the counter to reach the far corner, the bartender glowered at the small figure hunched over the last stool. "Hey. Kid. We’re closing. Move along.“
The figure uncoiled, lengthening into a slender woman with a pixie cut. She smacked a piece of white gum under her canines. "Your sign’s still on,” she said with a jerk of her thumb over her bare shoulder. The movement made her visible breasts quiver.
The bartender stopped mid-wipe and sighed. "Right. Okay. Look, I’m turning off the sign.“ He crossed the distance behind the bar and flipped the switch. Neon tubes hissed and died. Hands to hips, the bar cloth dangling from his fingers, the bartender faced his last customer. "We’re closed.”
“Excellent.” The young woman swung off the stool, and with a thrill in his groin, the bartender realized she was not wearing pants. Her heels ticked away the seconds as she moved to the door, bolted it, and slunk back towards him.
He suddenly found that his hands were awkward, no matter where he intended to rest them. "Ma’am, I’ll h-h-h-have to ask you…“
"I’d prefer you give commands.” She dropped to her knees on the rubber mat, her tongue lolling. Like graceful divers, her hands disappeared into his pants and slid them off. "So? What’ll it be?“
"In your mouth,” he gasped, his hand moving without bidding to the back of her head. Her hair was coarse, dyed too many times; he grasped a handful and pressed her nose into his crotch. She accepted his length down her throat with a grateful gulp.
His eyes fell on the envelope, splashed with beer, resting where she had been sitting. His name was on the back. His fingers trembling with the effort of concentrating, he managed to extract the card.
Happy birthday, bud. Have one on us.
It was signed by bar owner and his coworkers.
Stabilizing himself on the edge of the counter with his palms, he adopted a wider stance. "Deeper, bitch,“ he said, and she went to work.