Spanish Hospitality - Sex Stories

Spanish Hospitality

... numbers, there was a loud click and the door unlocked. Miguel pushed it open and guided the two women then Matt in, the door closing with a solid clunk behind them. If the rest of the villa was well furnished then this was palatial. In the centre of the room was a large bed, currently occupied by three people. Surrounding it on three sides were three sofas, around the room beautiful sideboards laden with expensive looking drinks and canapes. Scattered around the edges were a few other couples, sitting close together, some looking at the bed, others deeply involved with a partner. Matt could see a cock in a mouth and in one corner a woman astride the lap of a man, both facing the bed, his cock slowly sliding in and out of her gaping pussy.

"Wow!" he mouthed, "Who do you have to be to get in here?"

"Family," replied Fliss, "actually Miguel owns the villa, and that is his sister." She indicated to the woman on the bed, who was kneeling astride a man, his cock embedded in her as she sucked on another cock. Miguel guided the two women to a sofa each, then led Matt to one of the sideboards, pouring a glass of champagne for each of their wives, real champagne Matt noticed, not Cava, and a single malt scotch for each pf them.

"You own this?" he asked Miguel as they returned.

"An investment, that also has other more interesting uses, such as tonight," he replied. Matt went to sit down next to Fiona but Miguel guided him to Fliss' sofa, sitting down next to Fiona ...

... himself. Both women took their drinks, their eyes fixed on the scene on the bed. Matt was a little surprised when Fliss tucked into his side and he looked nervously over to Fiona, who had Miguel's arm around her shoulder, his hand dangling perilously close to her breasts, still engrossed in the action in front of her.

Matt turned back to focus on the bed himself, seeing the man at her head move behind her, and holding his cock firmly in his hand push it into her pussy. Both men matched their rhythm, two cocks forcing their way inside her at the same time.

"I don't know how she does that," murmured Fliss, "one's usually enough for me, particularly if it's a nice big one like this." Matt felt her hand close round his erection, stroking him, and despite himself he relished the feel of another woman's hand on him. He looked over at Fiona and saw she actually had her eyes shut, her bottom lip between her teeth as Miguel sucked on one of her nipples.

Fliss saw the direction of his gaze, "Don't worry about Fiona, Miguel's a fantastic lover with a lovely cock, she'll enjoy this, just as I'm going to enjoy it." She took a mouthful of champagne, then put her glass down and bent her head down to his cock, sliding her lips over the glans. Matt could feel coolness on it and a tingling sensation and realised she had a mouthful of champagne as well as cock.

She swallowed and a more usual sensation engulfed him as Fliss sucked him deep into her mouth. He could feel the opening of her ...