SHEER INDULGENCE - Sex Stories

SHEER INDULGENCE

... teased as Carla and I watched her undress.

Stockings and garter belt, heels, no bra under her designer label knee length coat.

“I can’t believe a gorgeous, sexy woman like you has never had another woman or been seduced by a woman. Tonight you are my prize,” she whispered as she and Carla kissed passionately while she slipped her gown off. Special attention to Carla’s nipples, they were like bullets as she licked and sucked them while Carla stood with her back to the wall, watching in the mirror opposite.

“My prize, my very special prize,” she whispered as Carla spread her legs so Voilet could kiss and lick her cunt lips. Her body was arching forward to soak up the pleasure as she expertly demonstrated her cunnilingus skills.

“Sit on my face,” Voilet told Carla after she had orgasmed.

In the afterglow after both of the women watched me masturbate the absolute boner they had given me while I watched them having lesbian sex, Voilet asked, “Any other plans while you are here?”

“I want to watch another man give my man blow job and I want to enjoy it, really enjoy it.”

“And after that?”

“A blow job from another man while I watch Carla receiving lesbian sex.”

“Perhaps, we could compromise, a blow job from me while he watches you receiving lesbian sex. I have a friend you should meet.”

For the entertainment that night, a gorgeous woman appeared wearing heels and a black designer jacket long enough to cover her ass. Wonderful legs and a big smile as she ...

... sat on a chair and opened her jacket to show her naked body. Two attractive, toned, naked boys, early twenties, appeared. One knelt between the woman’s legs while she gave a blow job to the other.

“Number two is next on our list Carla told me the next day. I want to watch another man give you a blow job and I want you to enjoy it, really enjoy it, I know I will,” she told me mid-morning as we looked at the short list of men the concierge had provided.

At twelve we met with Brian over coffee. A tall thin, long haired, blond, confident in skin tight slacks and a tight t-shirt to make it obvious he had a toned body. He worked as a model he told us. We were soon both very comfortable in his presence, the unspoken reason for our meeting, causing a palpable frisson as he and I looked each over and compared. “You are a very pretty boy,” Carla told him as she flirted with him.

“For years I have been telling my man I would love to watch a talented fifteen-years younger boy give him a blow job. He should have a toned, six pack body and a large cock, even bigger than his would be wonderful eye candy for me. Do you meet those criteria Brian?”

“Not sure about one of those? How big is your man?,” he teased with a supercilious smile before Carla held up eight fingers. “Even bigger, I could be wonderful eye candy for you Carla,” he smiled as he stood, the outline of his semi-erect cock obvious under his skin tight slacks.

Carla was drinking in Brian’s every word, just as I was ...