From Barbara to Barbie

Len seemed to have read her mind. He stopped kissing her, lifted up and said, "Oh, Barbie, your pussy is so tight. I don't see how Rash could have gotten every fucking inch inside you. You've got to prove it." Then, he laughed. "But first, you have to beg for it."

The two men kneeled on either side of her. Each took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. While they were sucking, their fingers were rubbing the wet lips of her pussy. Then each stuck a finger inside and rubbed the wrinkly flesh within. The fist two fingers were joined by two others, now four fingers, two black and two brown were reaming the sensitive tissues at the opening and inside the first few inches of her vagina. She couldn't see who touched her pulsing clit and brought her to an orgasm. She was gasping for breath, tossing her head from side to side and running her hands up and down the throbbing cocks of her two lovers.

"Oh, that's it Barbie, cum for us . . . cum all over out fingers." Len said as he lifted his face, wet from his own saliva, from her breast.

Gordon was watching a massage unlike any he had ever imagined. He assumed that the person receiving the massage would have a towel over her buttocks. This beautiful woman was nude. A couple was leaning against the wall also watching the beginning of the erotic show. The black masseur ran his hands over her shoulders, down to the small of her back and repeated the movements for a few minutes. Then he walked around to the bottom of the narrow massage table and began to gently rub her feet, her calves and the backs and inside of her thighs. The brown thighs parted for his hands. He rubbed her ass cheeks and then stuck his fingers between them. She lifted her hips to make it easier for him. Gordon and the couple watched the fingers enter her pussy and move in and out. Gordon's thoughts had been distracted for a moment as he watched what was happening on the massage table but not for long. He couldn't help but wonder what was happening to his wife behind the closed door.

Barbara was ready to prove to Len what she and Rash had told him. "Oh, please, oh please, fuck me . . . fuck me."

The four fingers were withdrawn with a pop. They were glistening in the dim light covered by her juices. As he had done upstairs, not so very long ago, Rash crawled between her legs. She guided the shaft, that she now knew would fit completely inside, to her opening and lifted up off the floor impaling the head. Even though she knew what to expect the size still amazed her and hurt a little. This time they didn't take several minutes for her to engulf the invader and within a few strokes there wasn't a millimeter of the huge penis remaining outside her body now covered with a sheen of perspiration.

When he saw that they were completely joined Len said, "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself. Roll over Rash so she's on top."

Rash did roll over and now Barbara was straddling him, sitting on his thighs with her hands braced on his broad, brown chest. Len stood at her side and said, "suck my cock, Barbie."

She took the black shaft between her lips and, for the fist time in her life, two cocks were inside her body. Susan was right again. It felt wonderful. As she moved her head back and forth she lifted off Rashid a few inches and then dropped down.

This went on for a few minutes until Len, who had become the director of the impromptu tableau, stepped back, removed his hard cock from her mouth and said, "bend over and kiss him Barbie."

As she placed her hands on each side of Rash and leaned forward, her ass was sticking up. Len pushed Rash's legs aside and knelt between them. As he rubbed her ass, the couple stopped moving. Len ran a hand between her cheeks and touched her virgin asshole which was soaked with the fluids that had been pumped out of her vagina. As the finger tip pushed and entered to the first knuckle, she looked over her shoulder at him and asked, "what are you doing back there?"

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing? I getting you ready for my cock, I'm loosening you up." Then he pushed in another inch. It was incredibly tight. Almost all of the space in the opening of her pelvis was occupied by Rash's cock.

"Don't do that . . . it's dirty," she said.

"I would say that's for me to worry about, wouldn't you?" Len asked. "If it makes you feel better I'll go get a rubber," he volunteered then stood up, wrapped his towel around his waist and exited the room.

From where Gordon was sitting he could see the bar and was surprised to see the black man who had been with Barbara and the other man walk up to the bar and talk with the bartender. He saw them laugh and then the bartender handed him something. The man left and rushed back towards the hall.

When Len left the room Barbara said, "fuck me Rash."

"Hold on baby, let's wait for him. He won't be gone long."

It was hard for her to hold still. To take her mind off what she was feeling she said, "what does do?"

"Oh, like I said he's in business for himself. He owns a couple of agencies."

"What kind of agencies?"

"Escort agencies," Rash said.

Before either of them had a chance to say more, the door opened. "Miss me?" Len asked as he closed and locked the door once again. He really didn't expect an answer. "Rash go on and fuck her a little while I slip on this raincoat."

Barbara leaned forward again as far as possible and stuck her ass in the air without breaking contact with Rash's cock. She began kissing him as he thrust into her and she dropped down on him. Len resumed his former position behind her and inserted a finger in her anus, this time as far as it could go. He felt the huge cock of his friend through the thin skin that separated her two cavities. Then he added a second finger but not without difficulty. Her sphincter muscle clamped down involuntarily.

"Oh, that hurts, take it easy . . . please be gentle," she muttered as she broke the kiss for a second.

"You've got to relax Barbie or we'll never be able to do this. Just try to relax. I won't hurt you." Then his second finger slipped in. He moved them around trying to open her as far as possible. He removed his fingers and pushed the head of his latex sheathed cock against the tight hole and gentle pushed. Rashid and Barbara stopped moving. As he pushed he felt her push back and then the head plopped in.

"Oh . . . oh . . . don't move . . . wait a minute . . . I don't want you to tear me."

She then moved back a few inches. He moved forward. After two or three movements his groin was nestled between her pillowy cheeks and his cock was imbedded in her rectum. Without saying a word the three began their movements, very slowly at first but perfectly synchronized. Barbara seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm. Nerves were being stimulated that she didn't even know she had. The black pimp and the Pakistani Doctor knew exactly what they were doing. And she loved every minute of it.

After the black man left the bar, Gordon walked over and ordered another drink. When the bartender sat the drink down Gordon said, "hey I think I know that guy that you were just talking to. I think I was with his wife earlier."

"Then you must be mistaken. Lenox isn't married, and he almost never brings a lady with him."

"Thanks for straightening me out." Then Gordon smiled and said, "he sure left in a hurry."

"Ya, he's got a live one in one of the rooms. Said she's really gorgeous and hot as a firecracker. I gave him a condom and he said he better take a couple of extras." He laughed, then leaned forward and said more quietly, "He also told me he'd fix me up with her later. Wish I knew which one of the women it is but knowing Len, I'm sure she's a fox."

Well Gordon thought, he sure knew which one of the women it was, the fox was his wife. His wife who until tonight had never been with another man. His wife, who earlier had taken every inch of the most enormous cock he had ever seen. His wife who was in a room with two men that very minute. His wife, with whom the black bartender had been assured this Lenox guy would fix him up with.

"Is this Lenox guy a regular here?"

"Ya, you could say that. He comes here a lot, kind of recruiting if you ask me?"

"What do you mean recruiting?" Gordon asked with a sick feeling in his stomach.

"The guy owns a few escort agencies. If you ever see him and Rash together, Rash's a big guy actually a doctor from India or Pakistan, someplace like that. Anyway, the guy's amazing he's hung luck a horse. Like I was saying, if you ever see them with a woman, they're working on her. Everyone who works here keeps a look out for his type and tries to set him up."

In the room they were working on her and Barbara thought that she might actually pass out.

Chapter 10

It was after 2:00 and the crowd was beginning to thin out. The dance area was still busy but he sensed that the dancers were winding down, not warming up. He saw the door at the end of the hall open and the man who he now knew was Rash walk out and then close the door. His hair was as wet as it had been the last time that he saw him. His body was covered with sweat. The green towel was over his shoulders not around his waist. Gordon couldn't believe what he saw between the man's legs. It was hanging down halfway to his knees. It was glistening with a liquid. Though flacid, Gordon realized that it was as big around as his wrist. He knew where it had been and he knew the source of the liquid that covered its entire surface. The man took the towel from around his neck and wrapped it around his waist. He went to the locker area and before he went in the shower he whispered something to the black attendant.

Barbara was cuddled up next to Len. When they all climaxed at the same time a few minutes before, she was sure that she was finished for the night. Now, she seemed to be ready for more. There was an itch that hadn't been completely scratched. Len hugged her and said, "Barbie you are something else. You're the best I've ever been with and believe me I've been with the best. You've raised the bar, that's for sure."

She kissed him and reached for his limp cock. When she tried to stroke it, he grabbed her wrist and said, "baby between you and Rash's wife I'm wiped out. I won't be able to get hard again tonight. Are you still horny, honey?"

"If you were up to it I wouldn't object," she said smiling at him.

"Well sugar, like I said, I'm finished but I know what you want, I know what you need. Why don't you slip out of the room freshen up. I'll get us a drink and take things from there. Meet me in the lounge."

Gordon didn't see Barbara leave the room and disappear into the women's shower area. He did see Lenox at the bar getting a couple of drinks. When he walked to the room at the end of the hall he expected to see the door closed as it had been for more than an hour, it wasn't, it was open. He stuck his head inside and was overwhelmed by the smell of sex.

As Barbara showered, she washed off the perspiration, her's and the men's. The warm water felt good. Before she entered the shower she saw that at the women's dressing table there was a hair dryer so she shampooed her damp hair. When she reached between her legs to wash that area, she was very tender but also unbelievably sensitive. The damp terrycloth just lightly touching her clit brought her to another climax. She held on to the shower pipe until it passed.

It didn't take long for her to apply a fresh coat of makeup and blow dry her blonde locks. The towel she had been wearing was a mess so she got a fresh one. This time she didn't wrap it around her breasts but around her waist as she had seen one or two other women arrange their towels. Now, her breasts were bare and the slit was on her side. She stepped back into her heels took a deep breath and walked out through the locker room and back into the lounge area.

Once again, Gordon wasn't prepared for his wife's surprises. She looked more radiant than when they arrived hours before. He couldn't believe her bare breasts. He thought he saw a hickey on the left one.

She smiled at him. "Hi, honey, having fun?" she asked.

"Apparently not as much fun as you're having. Are you ready to leave?"

"You said this place doesn't close until 4:00."

"I think that's right. I just thought that maybe you wanted to go back to the hotel where we can be alone."

She kissed him lightly on the lips and said, "I do want that but let's stay here for a while okay? Len, he's the black man that I was with, wants to talk with me about something," then she turned and walked seductively to the table where Len was sitting.

As Gordon stood starring at the couple sitting at the small table, Rash and the woman he had seen getting the massage approached him. "Hello, I want to introduce myself and my lovely wife. This is Lena and I'm Rashid. We come here once or twice each month. May I tell you that your wife is very beautiful and an incredible lover," he said nodding his head toward the table where she and Len were in a deep conversation.

Gordon didn't know what was expected of him. After all, if there was a book of etiquette on swing club behavior he had never read it. A stranger had just complimented him on his wife's beauty and love-making skills. "Thanks," was the best that he could muster. He had to say that Rashid's wife was exotically beautiful. Her long black hair was parted in the middle. Her complexion was more golden than brown. Her piercing eyes were nearly black. Without question, she was the second most beautiful woman in the club that night. The most beautiful woman was still talking with the black man at the corner table.

"So, Barbie, if I was recharged, you'd be ready to go again, is that right?"

She sipped her glass of water, smiled and said, "maybe."

"It's still early and this is the perfect place. Grab your glass and come with me."

Gordon saw them stand and leave the table and walk toward the hall. Rashid interrupted his thoughts by saying, "Gordon, I hope that you can do me a small favor. You see, I'm finished for the night, your beautiful wife drained me. Len made Lena happy but that was a long time ago. The masseur did a marvelous job with his hands but now, my Lena needs more. She needs a willing mouth and a hard cock. May she borrow yours?"

He didn't speak, he just nodded like an idiot, he thought. She took his hand and led him to one of the rooms down the hall as far away from the room Rashid had told her to avoid as possible..

Barbara didn't ask Len where they were going. She followed him to the hall. He led her to a different room than the one they had been in earlier. She realized that was probably a good idea because that room was probably pretty messy. She saw that there was a clean sheet on the mattress that they were standing on.

"Take off your towel, kick off your shoes and lay down."

She giggled, "are we playing a game?"

"Oh yes, the best kind of game."

She did as he asked. He tossed her a pillow and said, "slip this under your head. Are you comfortable?"

"I'm fine."

"Do you have to go to the bathroom?"

"Not that it's any of your business but no, I don't"

"I want you to be comfortable. You're liable to be here for a while. Now close your eyes, no fair peeking," he said as he exited the room.

She could have opened her eyes but she didn't. She lay there waiting. As Susan had said, anticipating. Boy was this ever something new, she thought. She heard the door open and a few seconds later close again. She knew that there were others in the room with her. "Okay, baby, open your eyes," Len said.

She saw all of the attendants, the masseur and the bartender forming a semi circle in front of her. "Show them your cunt," Len said.

For the briefest moment, she rehearsed a response to his request, or was it an order. She was tempted to tell him, "how dare you talk to me that way," and then stand up, wrap herself in the towel in the corner, step into her shoes and leave. But that isn't what she did. She ran her hands down her sides, to the sides of her breasts, she cupped them, pinched the already hard nipples, touched her tummy then her thighs and almost reached her knees. All the time she was looking at the men. Her eyes moved from man to man as her hands moved down her body. When they reach her knees, she bent her legs, planted the soles of her feet firmly on the mattress and opened her legs slowly, teasingly, until they couldn't part anymore. The hands came back up the insides of her thighs to her pulsing vagina. She parted the lips as wide as possible, then she stuck a finger in as deep as possible. It didn't provide much relief after Rash's and Len's cocks had been there.

Without saying a word the men ripped off their black club T-shirts, except for the masseur who was bare chested. Their hands went for their belt buckles and they dropped their pants. Working at a club like this had its perks but it could also be very frustrating. Sometimes they did get to party with the guests and sometimes they didn't. They had all been on duty for hours. Things were slowing down and Len and Rash had arranged for others to man their stations. To a man they were horny as horny could be. Sex had been all around them but they weren't participating. They were on fire, they were ready. Then they swarmed all over the beautiful blonde woman.

Barbara was on fire. Eight hands, forty fingers, four mouths, four tongues, four sets of teeth-- they were not biters, they were nibblers--four sets of full balls and four hard cocks worked her over. She was glad that Len had fucked her ass. She was glad that Susan had encouraged her to swallow and that she had practiced with Gordon, at least once. Her mouth, her pussy, and her ass were fucked for the next two hours. There wasn't an inch of skin on her body that hadn't been worshiped by the mouths of her lovers. The more she came the more she wanted to come.

When the club closed at four in the morning she was exhausted but smiling. She couldn't wait to call Susan and tell her everything that happened. Before they left the club Len had slipped a card in her hand and said, "call me tomorrow, let's have lunch I have a proposition for you." Then he left.

In the cab Gordon thought about the night. He had a wonderful time with the oriental woman and Lena was fabulous. But what he most enjoyed was knowing that he was married to the hottest woman in the world. "What do you want to do tomorrow?" He asked.

"I promised Len I would meet him for a late lunch lunch. He has a proposition he wants to make to me. And Gordy . . . I love it when you call me Barbara or Babs but from now on how about Barbie?"

To be continued.