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By *uffler OP Man 34 weeks ago
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The conference was dragging. Like you could feel your will to live slowly and inexorably being wrung from your now lifeless husk of a body. Listening to 6 hours of presentations on the latest wheezes in international tax compliance will do that to you.
Bored, I scanned the room, looking for anything that was more interesting than the monotone of the latest speaker. As my eyes roved, I caught sight of the waiting staff refreshing the drinks at the back of the room. Being sat on the end of the row, I was able to extract myself and head over easily - maybe a shot of caffeine would perk me up.
As I approached, I spied two very nice outlines in just long enough skirts and white blouses with were transparent enough to reveal the underwear that lay below. On the left was a petite brunette, clearly the younger of the two, thin straps indicating she may not be packing the biggest pair in the world. Next to her was an older body, which was built for comfort, not speed, the thick bra strap indicating a heavy load contained. This could be fun.
As I drew closer, I overheard the younger one say, “Honestly, Sharon, he’s alright, but he just has no idea how to please me. I often have to wait for him to empty his load and then finish myself off. I love him, but he really has no clue and it doesn’t matter how much I try to show him how to find my clit. He’s clueless. All pump and dump…”.
“Ah Rachel, love, how many times, young lads are all the same! Now find yourself an older guy, and you’ll know what it means to be fucked properly:”. Sharon then burst out laughing before remembering where she was. The two of them came closer together, and I could see their shoulders heaving as they both laughed like the conspirators, they clearly were.
I busied myself with making a cup of coffee whilst still hoping to hear more of this conversation. “I know Sharon, I know, but all our friends are our age, where am I going to find someone like that?”. I copped for Sharon eyeing me up as she nudged Rachel with her elbow.
“Sorry, ladies, I don’t want to interrupt your dilemma, but is there some sugar?” I offered. “There certainly is sir,” Sharon said nudging Rachel forward. I cocked my head and feigned a puzzled look at the pair of them. “Erm…” Rachel started to splutter, “I’ll go get some for you sir” she flushed and dashed off.
Sharon gave me the once over and said “Sorry if you overhead our conversation, we weren’t expecting anyone to be around.” “Don’t worry yourself,” I said. “This conference needs something to pep it up and your conversation was way more interesting than the dirge that bloke is spouting!” She laughed at this. Sensing an opening I cheekily asked, “So, do you follow your own advice?”. “Of course?”. “Rob. Pleased to meet you, Sharon” I offered. I further chanced my arm, “And do you ever play together?” Rachel was just returning. She’d clearly heard the back end of my last sentence and looked quizzically at me and then Sharon, who had coloured slightly.
“What?!” Rachel uttered. “This gentleman… Rob, would like to know if we ever play together, Rach” Sharon said, recovering her composure and winking at her as she said it. Rachel immediately flushed again and looked like she wanted to run off again. But Sharon gathered her up, defiantly turned back to me and said, “What makes you think you could handle either of us, let alone both of us at once?” “I love me a challenge” I fired right back, quick as a flash. “What time do the pair of you finish?”.
“5 on the dot”, Rachel piped up. “Well, why not join me for a drink and let’s see what the night holds, eh?” They looked at one another shrugged their shoulders and said in unison, ‘Alright, but you’re buying…”
90 minutes later, I was sat in the bar nursing a malt whisky. The two of them arrived looking very different, both having brushed up very nicely indeed. “Do you mind if we go elsewhere, er, Rob” Rachel said. “We’re not really supposed to be in the hotel when we’re not working.” “Of course, I said. Lead on ladies.”
We relocate to a local wine bar, the ladies both going for Pornstar martinis, and I stick to the malt. We chat away, the level of flirting remaining just the right side of decent. With a few more drinks done, Sharon is clearly egging Rachel on and upping the ante as we talk about life, work, and what drives our sexuality.
Rachel is a uni student and is earning extra cash, Sharon is a housewife who likes the hours the hotel offers her for conferences. Clearly having a night off from the routine tonight…
We get talking about hedonism. We all agree that we’re all adults, and aren’t we here but for a short time? Why not live life to the full?
“That being the case”, I say, “Shall we see if we can find that missing clit of yours, Rachel?” Again the flush, but Sharon bursts out laughing. “I like him, Rach,” she says, “ Why don’t we show this fella how we do things round here?” Rachel looks from me to Sharon, back to me and nobs submissively.
A short hop, skip and jump later we fall into my suite in the hotel. I ordered room service, and we awaited our drinks. Sharon sits next to Rachel and starts to play with her hair, this causes Rachel to nuzzle into Sharon’s neck, and before I know it, they’re making out.
Room service arrived. I set the drinks aside and took a seat with a view of the bed, and settled down to enjoy the show. Rachel nibbled at Sharon’s neck as the older women playfully stroked along Rachel’s neckline. She shivered with the frisson. Sharon glanced at me and said, “Rob, what you doing all the way over there? Give us a hand over here!”.
Not needing a second invite, I made my way over to the bed. Going over to this wicked pair of ladies, I gently kissed both, running my hands up their backs. Sharon thrust Rachel towards me, and I took the hint to concentrate on her. As our mouths locked in a sustained bout of French kissing, Sharon moved around the back of her younger friend and the unmistakable sound of a zip being undone soon followed. As I cupped Rachel’s head in my hands for more sensuous kissing, I felt and saw Rachel’s little black number slip away to leave her naked, barring a very small black lace thong and her heels.
As I say, Rachel was a slim little thing with small breasts, so had no need for a bra. Her pert light brown nipples and areoles stood proud; no doubt thanks to the multiple sources of attention her body was receiving. As she stepped out of her dress, Sharon dropped to her knees, parted Rachel’s ass cheeks and started to tongue her pussy from behind, which drew a sharp intake of breath from her younger friend.
I moved to her neck, cupping her left breast in a hand and worked my mouth down her neck across her chest before latching onto a nipple. I sucked and nipped and teased it, feeling Rachel’s hands grasping the back of my neck and grabbed some of my hair as she forced me onto her tit, her breathing becoming ragged as Sharon upped the ante on her pussy licking.
With a free hand, I snaked down Rachel’s taut stomach and snuck first one finger, then a second across her clit. She was already soaking wet, no doubt the anticipation and Sharon’s expert tongue work making her more than ready for what was to follow. As I worked Rachel’s clit and pussy, Sharon came up for air and re-positioned herself at our side. I immediately began to kiss her wet mouth. God, Rachel’s juices were all over Sharon’s mouth, and they tasted amazing…
As Sharon and I worked one another’s mouths and Rachel’s willing orifices, Sharon released my throbbing cock from my pants. Rachel busied herself with unburdening Sharon of her dress. She pulled herself off my fingers and moved behind Sharon to unleash her massive boobs from their silk lingerie prison. For an older lady, they were still firm, smooth and ageing well. I saw Rachel’s small hands come around and massage Sharon’s boobs firmly but sensually. Sharon grabbed my cock and started to slowly wank me as Rachel continued her massaging of Sharon’s amazing boobs.
Rachel’s hands disappeared to reappear on Sharon’s shoulders, and before I knew what was happening, Sharon’s mouth was forcibly removed from my mouth and rapidly moved southward as Rachel forced her onto my cock. Sharon got to work on my length. “Go on suck it you dirty bitch”.
I blinked. Was that really the seemingly meek and mild Rachel barking filthy orders at her mature friend? I’d misjudged these two.
I was snapped out of my reverie as I felt lips on my balls and a gagging sound, Sharon’s head was being controlled by both of Rachel’s hands as she forced it back up and down my now-bursting cock. “I can’t hold on for much longer, girls” I gasped. Sharon’s mouth rapidly disappeared from my cock and a hand clamped around the base of my hard-on. “Oh no, you don’t!” Rachel breathed. “I say when you get to come, and I need satisfying properly first. Or are you not man enough?”
As I said, I do like a challenge…
Sharon got back to her feet, saliva all around her mouth. Rachel stood on tiptoes and licked it off. In concert, Sharon and I lifted Rachel off her feet, and we laid her on the bed. I positioned myself on my knees at the end, and Sharon took up a position at Rachel’s head. I began to slowly lick her labia, flicking my tongue over her clit as well as plunging my tongue into her wet cunt. Varying the pace and combination of these, I worked away at her very wet groin as Sharon fed her friend her ample boobs and ran her experienced hands in all the places she knew would make her friend arch her back in the throes of ecstasy.
As Rachel’s writhing began to pick up pace, I kept up with her rhythm and sped up my licking and introduced a couple of fingers as well. It wasn’t long before the writhing was accompanied by whimpers as Rachel built to a shuddering, violent orgasm, and Sharon had to hold her down to stop her from hurting herself.
As we gathered our composure and a breath, I said, “Sharon. Would you do me the honour?”. “I thought you’d never bloody ask!” She chuckled, “I’ll have one of those, please…”
I said to Rachel, “Come on, Rach, you heard the lady. We’ve got work to do”. Sharon and Rachel swapped places, and I once more took up position. “None that two-finger bullshit for me, Rob” Sharon breathed, “ I want your fist inside me”. Kinky, I thought, I’d never done this, so I was happy to tick off another item on the hedonist bucket list. “And you can leave my tits alone, Rach”, she breathed huskily. “ I want some of that sweet pussy of yours. Be a pet and sit on my face”. We both duly obliged as I inserted one, two and then a third digit. Sharon lifted her legs into the air and held each just behind the knees. Access wasn’t going to be an issue! As I worked her pussy I squashed my hand up and got the fourth finger in. I could feel her powerful muscles gripping my hand for all there were worth. On the next stroke, I snuck my thumb in and manoeuvred in to the knuckles of my palm. With the widest part of my hand now easing into her pussy, Sharon relaxed her pelvic floor momentarily, and I was in up to my wrist.
“That’s better, now work my fanny, love”, Sharon urged through a mouthful of snatch herself. Being a gentleman, who was I to deny a lady her wish? Rachel writhed over Sharon’s face, I worked my hand in and out of her vagina, building speed to keep time with Rachel’s gyrations. I felt the tell-tale tremors in Sharon’s legs, as she let them fall to the bed. As I worked her sopping wet pussy she picked up her licking of Rachel’s own fanny. Rachel started moaning as she clamped her hands onto Sharon’s breasts for balance. The sound of the two women moaning and writhing almost had me over the edge, and no one was anywhere near my cock.
A few more thrusts of my arm and Sharon’s vice-like grip felt it was going to leave me needing A&E as she gyrated like an animal as her whole body vibrated with the orgasm that overcame her. Rachel rode Sharon’s face like a bucking bronco as she, too, came for a second time. As the throes of passion subsided, I withdrew my hand and collapsed onto the floor to catch my breath.
“Fucking hell, Rach, that were summat else!” Sharon gasped. “Tell me about, Sharon. That’s more orgasms than I’ve had in the last year!”, her friend giggled. “Oh ladies, gimme a chance to catch my breath, but the night is far from over!” I said. This was going to be a very long but epic night.
To be continued…
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