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First Class Ass

The seatbelt light dings softly and I tilt sideways into the aisle, lowering my book just enough to see all the way to the front of the plane.  He’s there, his back to me, tugging the drink cart along as he flashes his pearly whites at the old ladies and nervous children.  I smile to myself, imagining those teeth nibbling my shoulder.

A slow flush creeps up the back of his neck; he knows I’m thinking about him.  I keep my smile and my hands to myself as he passes with the cart, addressing the passengers to my right and in the row across, but making me wait.  Making me wonder.

But I don’t wonder.  He will come.  He will come, and then he will come.  My smile is positively fangy as I stand and stalk off to the little bathroom.  The lock makes a definitive click that echoes down the interior of the plane – a warning, a signal.

I sit on the plastic seat and cross my legs like a lady.  I hold my breath for thirty seconds every minute, appreciating the thin atmosphere as my head swims.

An apprehensive rattle on the door.  "Miss…?“ he asks very softly, my name lodging in his throat.  I flick the latch to "Unoccupied” and the door opens.

“Get in here,” I say through my teeth, my vague Eastern European accent making my words silky.  "Take off your pants.“

He can’t keep his eyes off my face, but he complies, untucking his pale blue button-up and tugging down his crisp pants.  I size him up once more, to be sure I missed nothing.  He sports a thin shock of blonde hair, nearly white, over a pair of weak blue eyes and a stubby nose.  He’s adorable, in a very ordinary way.  My gaze drops to his waist, affirming my assessment: he has a first class body, and no idea.

"Yes,” I purr, curling my finger up under his chin and stroking towards me, making sure my nails just catch on his stubbly skin.  "Come to Teles.“

He shudders and it makes him sigh, at the perfect moment, releasing a bit of his inner essence.  I suck it greedily into my own lungs and now I know exactly how to ensnare him.  I give him a firm shove so he slams against the door.  With one hand, I flip the lock to "Occupied.”  With the other, I gather up his whole impressive package.  I lift his cock so its tiny eye gazes at me and hold my breath again.

I lower myself down over the cock, lips first, and I draw out his soul.  He doesn’t even scream as I take him, singing him an internal song as I lure his entire essence to mingle with mine.  Now his dull eyes are blank, ready to be filled with my instruction.

I pull back from his cock, tossing my hair as if emerging from the water, and meet his gaze.  I show my teeth.  "Eat me, slave,“ I say, wrenching up my dress and pushing his head down between my legs.  His tongue is as eager as a dog’s, praising my lower lips with its exuberant strokes.  I smile down at his thinning hair, picking up tufts in my nails.  "I will give you better hair,” I say.  He licks faster, using his lips to suck now, gently drawing me towards orgasm.

Leaning down across his back, I grab his ass in both hands.  It is firm, well-muscled, an athlete’s ass.  "Oh, but you will give me many nights of pleasure with this,“ I say, enjoying the full-body tremble these words set off in him.  My own flesh is alive, every nerve crawling towards his pleasuring mouth.

Before I gush gratefully under his tongue, I wonder if this is a craving I will regret.

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Sweet Babysitter

Nessa pricked up.  Wine and giggles wafted into the house from the entryway.  She smiled and flicked the remote, making The Lion King waver and disappear.

“Nessie!  Nessiiie.”  It was Maryanna, the mother, slurring her giddy whisper.  Nessa smiled and stood up, not bothering to adjust the strap of her silky cami, which had slipped off her left shoulder.

“Yanna.”  She crossed the living room to the couple, embracing the brunette and resting her hand on Rob’s broad shoulder.  "How was dinner?“

"We got a little tipsy,” Rob said, smiling at Nessa over his wife’s head.  "And how were the kids?“

"Perfect angels.  And even sleeping now.  I promised you’d give them a goodnight kiss.”  Nessa untangled herself from Maryanna’s embrace. Her cami now hung so low her nipple threatened to make an appearance.

“First things first,” Maryanna said, taking Nessa’s face in both hands.  She screwed her face up into a very serious expression and managed, “You are a wonderful babysitter and I’m glad you’re still here.”  Then she pulled Nessa in for a long French kiss.  Nessa relaxed into Maryanna’s soft bosom and ran her hands down the older woman’s back, to her waist.  Maryanna broke off the kiss and ran her tongue along her lips, smearing the last of her lipstick suggestively.  Nessa’s hands roved up to Maryanna’s breasts, cupping them as she gazed at them hungrily.

“Okay, okay, if you promised a goodnight kiss, I’m not gonna be the one who turns you into a liar.”  It was Rob who broke them up now, gently pushing between them.  Both women wriggled up and he sighed in mock exasperation.  "Seriously. Nessa, bedroom.  Yanna, let’s go kiss the kids.“

"You’re right,” Maryanna said, curling her lip in an attractive pout.  Nessa laughed, hiding it behind the back of her hand, and gave them both shy smiles as she slipped back into the hallway.  She went into their bedroom and waited, perched on the edge of the bed.

She heard the soft sounds of covers being pulled up, foreheads being kissed, and tightly-held toys being confiscated, and she smiled.  This was the job she lived for.  To care for a family so deeply that after the young ones were away, the adults could play.

Maryanna came into the bedroom first, exaggerating every tip-toe step.  With two swift strokes of her long arms, her dress was off and she bounded onto the bed like a husky puppy, wriggling up to Nessa.  Nessa giggled as the older woman nosed at her neck.  "Eee!  Stoppit, Yanna, you’re giving me the heebies!“

They fell to tickling one another until all their clothes were in a heap at the end of the bed.  The pair was just crawling under the covers when Rob arrived, shutting the door behind him.  "Privacy!  Geez, girls!”

“Oh, shut your lame face and get into my bed,” Maryanna said, scooting over so her bare ass was against Nessa’s and patting the remaining space.  "We know what you want, so let us give it to you.“  She threw an exaggerated wink over her shoulder.

Rob rolled into the bed and the women swarmed him.  Nessa slid her nubile body down his legs, rocking her crotch against his thigh, cuddling his feet to her.  Maryanna, meanwhile, pulled her hair back and dove to work on her husband’s cock.  After a few moments, Rob pushed them off.  "All right. My turn.”

He made them lie side by side, face up, legs spread.  Nessa found she was trembling.  She reached out and took Maryanna’s hand, squeezing her excitement.  "I love this part,“ she whispered, as Rob’s hands descended to both of them at once.

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The Actress Next Door

“Really.  Men.  I’m so fucking sick of them.”

I watch as June wrenches the bouquet of roses out of her mailbox and crushes them under her Crocs.  She throws up her hands, her tight midriff showing under her baggy grey sweatshirt.  She looks up, catching me watching, and smiles.  "Hey, Mercy!“

I hate when she addresses me by name, because I have no idea how to address her.  "Hi, Miss Maples,” I mutter.  Her porn name sounds awkward coming out of my mouth, but she’s never shared her real name.  Too much risk in the business.

She laughs, tossing her silky ponytail over her shoulder.  "For the love of God, will you just call me June?  We’re all ladies here, we can handle first names.“  She strides over to me, leggy and inviting.  "I made extra lemonade, and if you refuse it, I’ll consider you a bad neighbor.”

My shy smile nearly splits my face.  I’ve only dreamed of being acknowledged by women as beautiful as June.  "But it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood,“ I say, immediately regretting it and feeling like the ill-fitted nerd I am, "so won’t you be mine?”

June’s face flutters, and my stomach churns, but it doesn’t seem to faze her.  "Of course,“ she says, and extends her hand.  I slip mine into hers, my whole body tingling with giddiness.  "Let’s go spike some lemonade and sunbathe. I’m feeling girly today.”

Inside her house, I feel entirely out of place.  Everything is quality, even the drapes, and compared to my relative bachelor pad it’s like a palace.  An even worse realization hits me when I remember I have nothing to sunbathe in.

“Psshhh.  You’re basically my size.”  She raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me as I part my lips to protest.  "You think I don’t know what you look like under those baggy clothes you wear?  I’ve scoped out the competition.“  She winks, leaving me weak-kneed, and throws a sexy black-and-white bikini at me.

"You – watch me?”  The bikini dangles from my hand like a foreign object.

She’s blushing, just enough to color her smooth cheeks, as she pulls off her sweatshirt to reveal a bright, flowery halter top underneath.  It flatters her torso, her perky B cups.  "Well.  Now and then.  When you leave the blinds up, almost like – like you mean me to see.“  She motions with manicured nails.  "Shirt off.”

My turn to flush as I comply.  "If we’re being honest…I do mean you to see. I’m sorry.“  Apologies bubble up like a dammed river as I pull the two-sizes-too-big shirt over my head, but June crosses the room in three strides and puts her fingers on my lips.

"Shut up.  That’s not what I meant.  I’m a porn star – I see naked women all the time.”  She closes in; our bodies are nearly touching now.  The shirt drops from my hand.  "Just not any I’d care to keep around.  Until you.“

"Me?”  I feel like I haven’t had a drink of water in weeks.

“You.”  And she kisses me.  She tastes like strawberry chapstick and expensive perfume, and underneath all of that is a hint of ordinary girl, laundry and TV dinners and old books.  I want to devour her.  I compensate by kissing her back, my hands tracing her fine bones until I reach the back of her head.  I clutch handfuls of her golden tresses, like I have in my dreams.

I have to break it off first, gasping for air.  "June,“ I manage.

She licks her lips and purses them, trying to hide a smile.  Her next move is to kick her Crocs off behind her and shove me heartily onto the couch.  I sit down hard, crumpled into the cushions, and when her sweat pants are off she straddles me so her crotch is at my eye level.

"Let’s skip all that first date shit,” she says, planting kisses along my forehead like my grandmother’s tulips, all in a row.  "Except the part where we giggle a lot. I want to cuddle and watch movies and not think about men except to laugh at them.  Okay?“  As she says this, she wriggles forward until I can’t stand it any longer and plunge my hands into the bikini bottom.  Her ass is as smooth and hard as I imagined.

"Yeah,” I say, “okay.”  And I peel the bottoms forward and press my whole face to her pussy.  She moans, and I don’t think she means to.  I close my eyes.  She smells perfect.

Ever so gently, I extend my tongue and caress her clit, just once.  This time her moan is unmistakable.  "God, but the men could learn a thing or two from you.“

"Satisfaction guaranteed,” I say, grinning.  She touches the corner of my mouth and echoes the smile.

“Then get to work, before I ask for my money back,” June says, and I oblige, burying my face chin-deep in her delicious folds.  She writhes against me, teaching me her most sensitive points by the way she moves her hips, a dance I will not soon forget.

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The Union

Dark bodies stirred around the fire.  The one chosen to be the Hand looked up with his golden eyes, haunting in a human face.  He bared his teeth, his wolf instincts fully intact.  "Brothers!  Sisters!  Gather.“

More shadowy shapes slunk in from the outskirts of the camp.  They lined up, packed in a tight circle, all noses and ears pointed towards the Hand.  The humanform raised his hands and the yips and snarls died away.

"We gather for a Union.”  Murmurs, quickly hushed by the Hand’s dead stare.  "Today we witness the binding of Kaden Raggedclaw and Navisha Bloodeyes.  Call your brethren.“

"Raggedclaw,” came the ragged cry, then stronger: “Raggedclaw!  Bloodeyes!”

“Come forth!” the Hand roared.

Two wolves were thrust into the ring of firelight.  One sported pitch black fur and jagged scars over both eyes; she flickered in and out of humanform to reveal raven black hair and fragile, pale skin.  The other was a pale grey, like a springtime sky, with black-tipped paws and a shock of bright red hair when he trembled into humanform.

Kaden and Navisha stared at one another across the flames.  Navisha’s tongue flicked out and swiped her muzzle.  Kaden dipped his head and began to walk around the ring towards her.  She watched him, unmoving.

“To complete this Union,” the Hand said, “you must be joined, in all forms, to all forms.”  The gathered went silent.  This was the moment.

Navisha waited until Kaden was close, and then she dropped to a bow, her hindquarters in the air.  She swept her tail aside and let out a long, low howl.  Kaden darted forward, rearing up, and settled over her, his paws hugging her against him.  He poised over her entrance.  His cock dripped with excitement.  Navisha whined, and he thrust forward.

They were suddenly a blur of fur and skin and paws and hands and tails and eyes.  The firelight added to their flickering outlines as they transitioned from wolf to humanform and back again, sometimes alternating, sometimes merging into a single entity.  Tongues lashed out, seeking points of pleasure.  Kaden’s hands groped at Navisha’s dribbling pussy, clawing at her clit even when his fingers lengthened into claws.  She was bloody and raw but she pumped against him, ass to crotch, no sign of her humanity.

Now Navisha was a wolf, thrashing as humanform Kaden held her down into the dirt; now Kaden was a wolf, howling his pleasure as he clung to the naked human woman that was Navisha.

With one last, mighty roar, Kaden came hard, knotting Navisha.  The hot semen rushing into her trapped her between forms, left her with ears and a tail and little else.  Her bare breasts swung beneath her as, panting, she fell back against her mate.  Kaden was in full wolf form, and he licked her gently between the shoulderblades.

The Hand lifted his arms.  "To our newest Union!“

"To the Union!” the werewolves howled, while the newlyweds lay tied together, their sweat steaming in the summer air.

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Gangster Love

Isabella raised her head from the dripping cock and wiped her chin on her bare shoulder.  She gave the man a toothy smile and crawled across the floor to her next assignment.

At one end of the room stood a clump of idle girls – not the favorites, Isabella thought smugly.  The favorites were on their knees, crawling between bosses, slurping and moaning and, sometimes, embracing one another at the center of the chamber.  Every breast was bare, and most of the men lounged on cushions with their pants unzipped.

She reached Alanzo and curled up between his knees.  He ruffled her hair.  "Izzy, baby. I feel like we haven’t talked in months.“

Leaning her head back so she was resting it on his stomach, she fluttered her eyelashes at him.  "We haven’t.  You’ve been busy with Vera.”  She narrowed her eyes just enough to show exactly how she felt about her fellow entertainer.

“Awww, Izzy.”  Alanzo cupped her chin and tilted her head so she was a sleek, dark line from chin to sternum.  "You know I’ll always come back to you.“

"Yes,” Isabella purred, rolling over so her face rested in his crotch.  "Because I’m the best.“

Her eyes still trained on him, she went down on his cock, flattening her tongue to take him all the way in.  A sigh shivered out of him and he slumped, melancholy but sated.  Isabella bobbed on his cock, working her hands as well.

Alanzo’s head lolled and he gazed at Isabella through half-closed eyes.  "Hey.  Listen.”  His voice was almost too quiet for her to hear, so she released him with a pop of her lips and swung to her feet, straddling him.  She buried her knees deep in the couch cushions on either side of him and sank down on his waiting cock.  Spasms of pleasure pulled them closer together; she rested her head against the side of his, eyes closed, waiting.

“There’s a big delivery going down on Sunday.  Church time.  Enrico, Teddy, a few of the others – they’re dragging something out of the boats and distributing it while the holies are occupied.”  Alanzo’s lips barely moved against her ear, the soft, moist skin making her cartilage tingle.

“Got it,” she said back, just as discreetly.  She folded her torso and then leaned into him.  He grabbed her ass and pressed her down as far as she would go.  Isabella curled her tongue into the corner of her mouth and bumped her forehead against Alanzo’s.

“Well aren’t you just the strong, healthy stud today.”

“I do what I can,” the gangster said, and gritting his teeth he began to bounce his lap.  Isabella gripped him with startling strength and threw her head back, her large breasts flying up to smack her under the chin, her moan coming out in staccato snaps.  Her fingers dug into Alanzo’s shoulders and her mouth dropped open as she climaxed; Alanzo showed her a set of yellow teeth and then leaned forward to nibble her nipples.  He left bright red marks on her areolas.

Isabella dropped her hand to her clit and flicked it with two fingers while she continued to pump.  She lowered her back into the motion, riding with all of her energy, until Alanzo finally huffed and surged into her, a hot flood.  Isabella caught up her hair and settled on his lap, pulling her feet out from behind her so she was almost squatting over him.

“There you go, Mister Alanzo, sir,” she said with a teasing grin.

He wheezed in her ear, his scruff tickling her cheek. “Come back sooner next time,” he said, smacking her cheek with a kiss and then echoing the sound on her ass.

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Little Darlin’

“Ho, boy!”

John looked up from his campfire at the horse he had heard coming an hour back.  He touched the brim of his hat to the figure silhouetted against the setting sun.  "Evenin’, partner.“

The rider giggled and swung down off the fidgety animal’s back.  John tried to keep his eyes from widening but was only partly successful – the riding skirts were too shocking.  "Ahh, my ‘pologies.  Evenin’, ma’am.”

“Ain’t no ladies from where I’m standin’.”  The girl flipped her hat off, loosening a mane of curly brown hair and revealing freckled cheeks and a tilted smile.  She thrust her hand in John’s face.  "You can call me Little Darlin’.“

"Can I now?”  A suspicious bubble boiled up in John’s gut, and he stared at the hand without taking it.  The looming emptiness of the desert around him seemed to yawn and shift.  "Or is there gold to be paid if’n I do?“

The girl narrowed her eyes for just a second, then collapsed into a cross-legged sitting position next to the fire.  "Nah, not out ‘ere.  Out ‘ere we’re all just lonely and lookin’ for some company.”

“I see.”  John kept his voice level.  "And what sort o’ company you be huntin’ tonight?“

"Yours,” the girl said.  She shrugged, digging her teeth into something she’d fished out of the leather bag on her belt.  "Probably.“

John sized her up for another long moment.  Despite her haphazard appearance, she was at ease and in surprisingly good condition for as long as her stallion’s hooves indicated they’d been traveling.  He guessed she had a small firearm tucked away somewhere, but he didn’t imagine she would use it.  He straightened up.  "Arright.  Shoot.  What’s your game?”

“I like cock,” she said, wrapping her whole tongue around the word with a toothy smile, “and ain’t no spit-polish piece o’ wood gonna satisfy my hungry pussy.”

John’s body responded for him.  He leaned towards her, and this time he was the one to offer his hand.  "I think I can help with that.“

She tugged him with such strength that he fell forward onto her, and they both landed in the sand.  Her hands were clutching at his hair, sliding into his shirt to grope his back, then slipping into his pants and finding where he was waiting for her.  John kissed the place he loved to kiss on women: where the jaw met the neck, the knot of strength and determination.  She moaned and arched up against him.

He sat up to paw at her skirts until he found where they came loose from one another.  Separating them with deft fingers, he found her, too, waiting eagerly.  Already she was thrusting, her torso writhing and her legs scrabbling for traction in the sand.  John ducked beneath the skirts and put his mouth against her, breathing in sweat and horse and desire.  He lapped at her until she wailed like a coyote, head thrown back towards the moon.

He found the gun, in the top of her boot, and gently slipped it free.  He felt her tense, then relax, then laugh, "Well, hungry is as hungry does,” and came against his cheek.  His face dripping, John flipped her skirts up against her chest and unzipped his pants.  He wiped his cheek on his shoulder, smiling down.

“Come along, little darlin’.”

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Commanded Cat

She wished she had real ears to flick, cowering against his leg at the sight of so many new people milling about the convention center.  She looked up at Him enquiringly, and He tugged gently on the leash attached to her collar.

“Come on, girl,” He said, and they started moving towards the entrance at a slow pace to accommodate her knees.  Despite the kneepads, the ground was hard, and she was worried the body-tight leopard fursuit might be damaged.

Someone rushed up to them in a vibrant blue squirrel outfit.  "Oh my god!  Is that a cat?“

"She’s mine,” He said with a contented smile.

She blushed and pretended to wash her face with a paw.  Beneath the warm suit, she could feel moisture gathering against her tiny panties.  Of all of the reasons she donned the suit, this was the most fulfilling.

“Up, girl!”  He tugged on the leash and she obeyed, rearing up and pawing at the end of the leash, which He dangled like a toy.  "See?“ He added when she dropped back down to all fours, "she’s an lovely obedient thing.”

The squirrel nodded admiringly.  "I’d say so.“

"Come along,” He said, and led her towards the bathrooms.  She trotted along at an impressive clip, the weight of the collar a solid reminder of the power He held over her.

Finally they reached the three doors – men’s, women’s, family.  He opened the family door and motioned her in.  The floor was not spotless and she wrinkled her nose, but obeyed, her whole body shuddering with the arousal of following orders.

When they were inside, He lifted her to her feet and embraced her.  "Wash your hands, and then come to the corner.“

"Yes sir,” she said; she was permitted to speak when she was not on all fours, in character.

When she was finished with the aromatic soap, she dried her hands carefully and turned around.  He had already unzipped His pants but was waiting for her to finish the unclothing.  Her spine tingled but she kept it erect.

He, too, was erect, and she spent a moment basking in His glory: the unblemished head, the ridges that gave her such pleasure, the veins like gentle rivers.  She kissed the tiny hole and now she was shuddering with uncontrollable heat.

His hands were all over her, now on her ass, now on her cheeks: “Don’t move,” He said, and stalked around her to the back of the suit.  The zipper slid down, cold against her back, but she held herself rigidly as He had commanded.

He reached beneath her when the suit fell away and His fingers wandered from her asshole to her clit.  They lingered there, taunting her.  "Don’t move,“ He whispered in her ear, an unbearable tickle.  She stiffened, her mind full of the pleasure to come, all beneath an even more overwhelming desire to serve.

"Not even your lips,” He said, and lifted His hand from her crotch and slipped His fingers into her mouth.  He teased his cock between her cheeks, then slowly bent her over and lunged into her entrance.  She had to bite her lip but remained still, except for the necessities of gravity.

“Tell me,” He said, “how much you love me.”

“I love you so fucking much.”  It burst out of her, undammed.  "So fucking much.  I will walk on my hands and knees for you.  I will take you in my mouth and bring you to orgasm.  I will do whatever you say.“

"I will do whatever you say, sir,” He said, applying a slap to her ass.  It made her squeeze Him, rippling along his shaft, and his breathing changed.

“I will do whatever you say, sir,” she gasped.  "Everything, sir.  Every desire that passes through your mind.  Sir.“

"Good girl,” He said, and He draped Himself over her back and gave her what she wanted more than anything in the world, in that moment.

His hand lingered over hers and His fingers wandered over the dark ring on her left hand.  She felt Him smile.

“Good girl,” He said again.

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Battle Scars

Battle Scars

This is a Mass Effect fanfic smut I wrote a while back… I was watching so much of the game at the time and couldn’t help my imagination… 😉

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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.