The Deal Ch. 3

"Come in, Jabar. I didn't expect you so quickly." In his hand was a glass of champagne. He set in on the side of the tub, about 12 inches from where y arm was resting. I did not miss the subtly of that action. If I wanted a drink, I would have to sit up and reach for it; an action certainly designed to expose my body to the eyes of this tall dark Arab.

"I brought the things you requested, Madam." He spoke to me as if I was in a hotel lobby, fully dressed, not in my bathtub, naked as could be. His eyes were dark, almost brooding, and I could see he had more than hotel service on his mind.

"Do you treat all your guests so well?"

"No, Madam, only the ones who bring slaves with them."

I liked his answer. He was telling me he knew the game I was playing, and wanted to play as well. I continued our sexually charged conversation.

"And are you one who likes to be a slave?"

"No, Madam. I am more the master type."

Without breaking my eye contact, I called out for my husband. He came instantly. "Phillip, Jabar is without drink. Get him one."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And, Phillip, get one for yourself as well." When he turned to leave, Jabar stopped him.

"Did you not hear your mistress? Answer her!"

Phillip froze. I didn't know how'd he react to a stranger speaking to him like this. I needn't have worried.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. Mistress, thank you so very much."

"I will punish you for that later, Phillip." I spoke softly, and the idea of punishment made his still naked cock twitch. I waited until my husband returned with the two other glasses and when both men had drinks in their hands, I sat up in the tub and reached for mine. Both men had their eyes riveted to my breasts, which had now moved out of the water and into plain view. Small patches of bubbles clung to them, but not enough to obstruct them from the eyes of the two men starring at them. Jabar was sitting closest to me. He reached over and with one finger removed the patch of bubbles covering my left nipple. As his finger touched my hardened nip, a shudder went through me, and pierced my pussy, causing a feeling as real as if he'd taken his hand and stroked my cunt!

Phillip said and did nothing. He only watched. The three of us looked at each other, and finally, Jabar made a toast. "To friends, new and old. To slaves, shy and bold!" With that, all three drained our glasses. Jabar stood up. "I'll get refills."

"No. Let me." With that, I stood up and stepped out of the bath. Now, naked before both men, I started to reach for a towel. Jabar was quicker than I was. Taking the towel I had started to reach for, he opened it up and started to dry my wet, sudsy body. I stood there as this stranger touched every rounded inch of my skin, patting me dry, and letting his hands trail after the spot the towel had just been. He was feeling me as he dried me, and I knew the area between my legs would be the wettest place of all. And when he reached that spot, I opened my legs, giving his access to the area he wanted next. After he'd toweled me dry, he let the towel fall to the floor, and without moving from the spot he was in, replaced the towel with his hand. He rubbed his dark skinned hand across my stomach, down the length of my abdomen, and finally, into the thin patch of pubic hair just above my pussy. His middle finger found my clit, and without ceremony, he began to rub little circles around it. Then, while I stood there, just two feet from my husband, this stranger caught my clit between his forefinger and his thumb, and began to play with it like other men play with my nipples. He twirled it around, tugged on it, and ran his fingernail over it. I was on fire!

"Somehow, Mrs. Blaine, I don't feel I am getting you dry." He removed his fingers from my clitoris. The entire scene seemed so erotic. There I was, standing naked in a hotel bathroom, my husband an arms length away, also naked, save for a butt plug and a cock ring, and a fully dressed room clerk was massaging my clitoris, and remarking about the wetness of my cunt. And all the while, he was calling me by my married name, Mrs. Blaine. I didn't know what to say or do, but I certainly knew what I wanted!

"Let's go into the bedroom. Perhaps, I need to be blow dried." Within seconds, I was flat on my back on the massive bed, with a handsome stranger breathing hotly on my naked pussy, as my husband looked on. "Phillip", I continued, "please help Mr. Jabar undress."

"Yes, Ma'am." With that, Phillip began to unbutton Jabar's shirt, but Jabar motioned him away.

"I prefer to do this myself, madam." He stood up, now looking down on my naked form, and began to undo his tie. He relaxed the knot, and then took off his jacket. Handing the clothing he'd removed to Phillip, and never taking his eyes off mine, he undid the cuffs of his shirt. Then the buttons across the front. Button by button, I watched his chest appear. It was a veritable forest of dark curly hair. Few things turn me on more than a hairy chest. He pulled the white shirt out of his pants, and removed it completely. He handed it to Phillip, who, with remarkable calmness, proceeded to hang it in the closet. One leg at a time, he lifted his feet and removed his wing tipped shoes. Then his socks. He stood there with muscles rippling across his chest, bare footed, wearing only his trousers. I watched as he undid the belt, opened the zipper and stepped out of his pants. I could see the bulge in his underwear! I almost panicked. If his cock was anywhere near the size of what I was seeing through his BVD's, I was in for the fuck of my life. hooking his thumbs in the waistband, he started to pull them down.

"Wait", I said. "Please allow my husband to remove those for you." I couldn't help but think of how humiliating that would be to Phillip, to remove the underwear of a man who was about to fuck his wife. And humiliation makes Phillip's cock grow. Before he could protest, Phillip was behind him, his hands on the stranger's underpants.

"Not with your hands, Phillip. Don't be rude. Use your mouth."

"Yes, ma'am."

He fell to his knees, and with his teeth, my husband pulled the other man's underwear down, over his ass cheeks, and down his legs. And as Jabar's cock came into view, Phillip had a first hand look at the dick that was about to fuck his wife. His face was less than an inch away from the cock that would soon be pumping into his wife's pussy. I wanted Phillip to get a good look. I started to order him to kiss the other man's cock, but I must confess, I was too hot to want to share it. I wanted that monster in my pussy, in my mouth. And Phillip was taking much to long getting it undressed for me.

I reached up and felt the hardening shaft with my hand. I love the feel of a cock head! The contrast between the velvet smoothness of it, and the curly hair that surrounds it always excites me. As I pulled on Jabar's cock, I pulled him closer to me, closer to my mouth. Phillip was still on his knees, only inches away from my mouth. He had the best seat in the house as he watched the desk clerk's cock disappear into the hot cavern of my mouth. He could see my red lips wrap around another man's dick, and my saliva making that dick slick and wet. As Jabar's cock sank deeper and deeper into my other hole, my other cunt, I looked Phillip right in the eye. I couldn't talk, and I'm sure neither could Phillip! I sucked the other man's cock, now better than half way into my mouth, while my hands ran across the underside of his body.

I held Jabar's balls in my hands, gently kneading them, pulling on them. While Phillip stayed riveted to the prime seat he had, my hands went up between the other man's legs, and my nails raked across the bottom side of his ass cheeks. Phillip watched my fingers play across the strangers ass, and watched as I touched the ass hole of this new player. I took my hand away from the man's ass, and moved it toward Phillip's mouth. He knew what I needed. He took my middle finger into his mouth, wetting it for me. I then withdrew it from my husband's mouth, and placed it back on Jabar's ass. Slowly, I fingered the man's asshole, while he crammed his cock into my mouth. And slowly I let my fingers slip inside his ass, pushing, twisting, all the while accepting more and more of his hard dick into my mouth!

Almost in tandem, as his cock slipped deeper into my throat, my finger slipped deeper into his ass hole. I was already up to the second knuckle, when I felt his ass tighten around my finger. I knew what that meant. He was going to shoot his wad. For the third time that night, I was going to feel a cock erupt in my mouth, for the third time with as many men, I would have come dripping from my tongue, for my lips. My husband watched as this stranger pumped his load of hot cream into my mouth. I let Jabar pump squirt after squirt down my throat. Not until he was almost drained did I stop swallowing his come and begin to just hold it in my mouth.

Phillip saw what I was doing. I couldn't see his cock, but I was sure it was pouring come out onto the floor. Poor baby, I thought. He's lost all his cum. Well, I've got extra. I let Jabar's cock slip from my mouth, and leaned the distance between where I was and where my husband was still sitting. Reaching my mouth to his, I kissed Phillip fully on the mouth. And when I did, we both opened our mouths so our tongues could play together, and so I could give my husband a taste of what I'd just had. I transferred a mouthful of Jabar's cum from my mouth to Phillip's, and he never batted an eye. He only swallowed, and ran his tongue inside my cheeks, looking for more! When I finally broke the kiss and started to pull back on the bed I glanced at the floor in front of my husband. I had been right. There was a puddle of cum. He'd gotten off while I was sucking the stranger's cock. He'd come watching another man come in his wife's mouth.

Both men were satisfied. Phillip had come without my touching his cock. Jabar had splashed his huge load sown my throat. And I still hadn't gotten mine yet. And worse, looking at the two flaccid dicks in the room, I knew neither man would be in any condition to give me what I needed now. Neither spoke, both were sheepish about how quickly they'd come, nor nothing is less useful to a hot woman than soft dicks.

"I see you boys didn't think about what I'd need, did you?" Phillip didn't speak. Jabar looked at his watch. I could have predicted what he'd say next.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Blaine, but I must go. I need to get back to the front desk."

I threw my legs over the side of the bed and walked over to the phone. I dialed room service. "This is Mrs. Blaine in Room 1642. I need another bottle of champagne. And be quick about it!" Hanging up the phone, I turned to the two men, Phillip still naked, Jabar getting dressed as quickly as possible. Fuck! What useless pricks! Well, no sense crying over spilled cum. The night was still young, and so was I.

"I can come back later, if you'd like, Mrs. Blaine."

"Thanks, Jabar, but I only give a man one chance to make me come, and you've had yours."

He was mortified that I was so direct. I don't know what came over me, but suddenly I felt like a real bitch. Both these men had let me down. Jabar had an excuse. He had just become too excited. I could understand that. After all, many men wouldn't have been able to keep a hard on with a woman's husband just inches away from his cock while the wife sucked him off. But Phillip didn't have any excuse at all. I hadn't touched him. I'm sure he was excited watching Jabar's cock fucking my mouth, and I suppose given the situation, most men would have had a hard time keeping their cookies intact, but Phillip has seen me do this hundreds of times. He'd seen more men fuck me that he could count. And he knew that after I suck a man off, I need a hard cock in my cunt!

I went back to the bathroom, leaving these two wimps to themselves. Tying my hair back to keep it dry, I stepped into the shower. It was almost 10:30. I wanted to get dressed and go out. I knew I'd find a hard dick somewhere in Dallas, but I couldn't count on the two in the bedroom.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. I ignored the first knock. A few seconds later, I heard the second. "Who is it?"

"Me." Phillip said.

I wasn't really mad at him, but part of the fun this weekend revolved around keeping him guessing. "What do you want," I asked.

"May I talk to you, ma'am?"

I couldn't stay mad. He was trying so hard to please me. "Come in."

He was still naked. His dick flopped against his leg. His cock ring was still in place, as was his butt plug. Damn, the man is hung! But still, it was soft, and I knew he couldn't fuck me right now. Regaining my composure, I spoke to him. "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry about coming so soon. I don't know what came over me. I got so excited seeing you suck that guy's cock, and watching you work your finger inside his ass..."

"I know, sweetie, but you've got to get a grip on yourself. You know how badly I need to be fucked after giving a blowjob like that. You've seen me suck hundreds of guys, and each time, what do I need right afterward? Huh? What do I need?"

"You need to be fucked."

"That's right. And if you'd been able to keep your dick straight, you could have been the one to fuck me. In front of him! What a rush that would have been for you...but no, you only thought of that moment, that exact moment. Honestly, Phillip, I sometimes wonder what you must be thinking?"

"I know. Is there anything else I could do to make it up to you, right now?"

I knew where this was going. Phillip's tongue brings me more pleasure than most men's dicks. I stepped out of the shower, and started to reach for a towel. Phillip was quicker than me, and before I knew it, he was gently patting me dry. I stood there, watching him in the mirror. He had dropped to his knees as he dried my feet. The scene was very erotic. As he began to straighten up, I reached my hands down and put them on the back of his head. I didn't need to use any pressure. He knew what I wanted. His head came up to my pussy, his tongue reached out and licked my pubes. Leaning against the wall, I opened my legs enough to give Phillip better access to my cunny. He didn't need an invitation. His mouth clamped over my clitoris and started to suck it gently with his lips.

I have a very pronounced clit. When I'm excited, it pushes past the outer lips of my pussy, and sticks straight out. Phillip knows how to arouse me to my fullest. Without moving his mouth off my cunt, he reached his arms up my torso, and found my melon-sized breasts. While his tongue whipped my clit back and forth, his fingers rolled my bullet nipples after a fashion of someone feeling fine silk. I felt my body tighten as his skilled technique started to build the fires in my cunt higher and hotter. And I watched every movement in the wall sized mirror. I spread my legs further apart, and he moved his head between them. He was eating my pussy in earnest now, not stopping to give me a change to tell him to stop. As if that were an option!

I knew I was going to come! Yeah. Oh, baby! I knew it was about to happen. Phillip had moved his left arm away from my tits and was rubbing my ass while he pressed his mouth into my pussy. I wanted to feel his fingers in my ass hole. I didn't tell him. I didn't have to. He knew what to do. Phillip has watched me get fucked often enough to know what I need, when I need it. Oh, fuck! I needed a cock. And I mentally kicked myself for having sent Jabar away. I wasted a perfectly good dick because I'd been impatient. Thinking about the dark Arab's throbbing prick as it had pierced my mouth, I remembered the way he came in my mouth. The seemingly endless spurts of come shot deep in my throat. As my husband ate my pussy, I remembered the other man, the man I'd just sucked dry. And I came. Phillip braced me by holding my legs firm as he continued to punish my pussy with his tongue. If he'd not had a firm grip, I would have collapsed in a quivering heap on the bathroom floor right then and there.

My mind was a collage of flashes from the evening. I remembered how the boy we'd picked up on the Interstate had fucked me in the back seat of our Lincoln, fucked me while my husband drove the car, stealing quick glances through the rear view mirror, watching this boy fuck me, fuck his wife. And I remembered how Phillip had pulled the car alongside a truck, and turned on the inside lights so the trucker could watch me get fucked by the hitchhiker. And I remembered how Phillip had eaten the boy's cum out of my pussy, and then sucked the boy's cock clean, sucked the boy till he'd come in Phillip's mouth! And lastly, I remembered how Phillip had come in my mouth, just thirty minutes before Jabar had used that same mouth for his release. And now, now Phillip was bringing me to my third orgasm since he'd placed his tongue on my clit, less than two minutes ago!

The third was the hardest! It racked my body like an earthquake. My come flowed out of my pussy, and Phillip lapped up every drop! And in doing so, he brought on a fourth, but gentle, orgasm. It was more than a kiss, but less than a fuck! And it primed my pump for another adventure. Even as I was coming down from the fourth cum, I was looking forward to the fucking I knew I soon have. And I knew Phillip would fuck me, also!

[i]To Be Continued...

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