Fooled me Twice Part 2
greenday0418
*****
We flew back to school on the 27
th,
and Rita, my house sitter, picked Liz and me up with a chuckle and dropped us off at my house. We were exhausted and slept ten hours, ordered a large pizza, and watched old movies before sleeping some more.
When we woke up on the 29
th
, we talked and agreed to work harder at communication. Liz convinced me she was serious about making our relationship work, and I told her about the invitation I received to a party on New Year's Eve. I didn't tell her what the owner did for a living.
We went to a New Year's Eve party at an estate owned by a company that ran bondage internet websites. I got an invitation through my patent attorney's father-in-law, who graduated college with the man who owned the company, Mr. John Smith. I swear that's his name.
The party was decadent and depraved, a perfect exhibition of San Francisco's immorality. I enjoyed it immensely since I hailed from a conservative South Carolina city. They even had dressed-up outhouses that looked like nineteenth-century brothels. The spacious backyard had three dance floors over grass and three live bands.
Liz was spectacular, dressed in a sexy ice blue evening gown with a thigh-high slit and five-inch pumps with ankle straps. With her hair piled on top of her head in a glamorous messy bun style, she was a major attraction for every unattached male. She flirted shamelessly with attractive men and women but remained attached to my arm. Every time we danced, a half dozen lounge lizards or lesbians tried cutting in.
About an hour before midnight, Liz took my hand and led me toward the house, urging me along, "I'm not going to piss in a box sitting outside that looks like a whore house. "
Guarding the back door were two bodybuilders doubling as bouncers, who stopped our entry into the mansion. They were a Mutt and Jeff team, short and tall.
Liz knew what she was doing, "Guys, I have to pee so bad; if I don't find a toilet right now, I'll have to do it here. See?" She reached down to the slit in her dress and pulled it up, showing her smooth pink cunny with moisture seeping out.
The short one, who I named Mutt, stammered, "Straight ahead through two double doorways, then the second door on the right." The tall bald bouncer, who had to be Jeff, hurriedly opened the door for us.
We moved quickly straight ahead, with Liz practically dragging me behind her. I looked behind us and expected to see someone chasing us, but no, we were in the clear. After we passed through the second doorway, she opened the first door on the right.
"He said the second door..." and I stopped talking.
I was looking at a stunningly beautiful woman, incredibly well put together with extra cushion for the pushing, whom I would classify as a BBW, an internet term. Wearing an outfit made of leather straps, she was straddling a man lying on his back, and her large implants were sagging slightly as she rested on her hands and knees, with the man's thick dick stretching her hairless pussy. A second man, with what looked like a ten-inch cock, but half as wide as the first guy, filled her ass. These two men were young, in good physical shape, and they were in no hurry to come. In front of the woman, a rolly poly man holding a whip was sliding a long skinny cock down the woman's throat as her muffled moans escaped from her lips wrapped around his dick.
Liz was frozen, clutching my wrist, so I freed my hand to turn her around with a hand on each shoulder.
After leaving the room, I quietly closed the door before we were discovered and led Liz to the second door. She launched herself at a vacant toilet, lifted her dress to her waist, sat down, and sighed.
I looked around, and the room was laid out like a public bathroom, reserved for the rich and famous. The difference between the two; public lavatories have privacy stalls around the toilets and don't have a bidet. They also don't have vanities with marble sinks, gold fixtures, and large mirrors on the wall.
The other toilets were occupied, and two women, wearing very skimpy costumes, were bending at the waist over one vanity with straws in their hands.
No one seemed to mind my presence in the ladies' room.
Liz finished tinkling and reached to her right for TP, but the roller was empty. "Son of a bitch. I need to dry off." She was silent for a minute. "Marty, will you help me out? It's only pee. Please, Baby?"
"I don't see any towels or washcloths. What can I use?"
I had already drunk three tall glasses of champagne and was no longer the sharpest knife in the drawer.
I looked at her pleading eyes and was confused, "What, you want me to use my jacket or vest?"
"No, stupid, your tongue."
Oh, okay, now I get it. But, what the hell, it's my girlfriend, Liz, and I had a good buzz going on.
So I did my thing by licking her until she was mostly dry and then helped her stand up. To thank me, Liz unzipped my pants, freed my slick shaft, and leaned over the sink. A stiff prick has no brain or conscience, so while my big head was spinning, I took advantage of the smooth folds of skin, glistening with her juices, and sunk the little head balls deep with one thrust. With Liz screaming at me to fuck her while bent over a marble sink with gold faucets, I couldn't have stopped even if a gun had been pressed against my head.
So I followed orders while thinking about our relationship; sometimes Liz is in charge, and sometimes I think I am. I pulled out and slammed in again and then a third time. Noticing movement out of the corner of my right eye, I turned my head to see a woman standing three feet away, staring at Liz, um, washing her hands. Standing behind Liz, I loudly encouraged her to scrub off the germs, so if this lady was a cop, that's the story I'd swear to.
"Excuse me, darlings. Might I use the loo while you, ahem, use the sink?"
She had a marvelous English accent, and I remember speaking to her earlier while filling a plate with food. Saphron or Sofia was her name, I believe; I can't recall. My hips slowed down as I tried to think.
"I didn't tell you to stop. Fuck me harder but do not come in my pussy. I don't want your cum running down my leg; after all, I'm not a cheap whore here for your pleasure." It's a good thing this lady isn't a cop.
So I stopped thinking and continued storming through the lips of her slick Venus flytrap.
Since I was back on track, Liz answered the woman's question, "By all means, ohhh, be my guest because that's; oooh yesss, don't stop, fuck me harder, Marty."
As the mystery woman walked past me, she raked her fingernails slowly across my right thigh and butt cheek, and poked my tight rosebud before stroking my swaying ball sack between my thighs. Her fingers continued until she was no longer touching me, and I was surprised she didn't reach around to inspect my work. Her dress was similar to Liz's, but hers was red. In addition, she had on a thong that she took off before sitting on the toilet to pee and watch the floor show.
"She's watching me fuck you, Liz. Does that turn you on, Baby? Are you going to come like the slut you are?"
My words pushed her over the edge, "Yesss, I love being watched. Come on, Marty, fuck me harder, show her how it's done, oh God, YESS, just like that, don't stop, I'm coming, OH MARTY," and she transitioned from words to a high-pitched squeal at the end, and her legs were shaking so much she collapsed over the sink.
She didn't tell me to stop, so I kept fucking her, and now seven women were watching me plow Liz's sopping wet pussy. In addition to the lady on the toilet watching and the four women who were here when we crashed through the door, two women came in walking funny until they stopped to watch with their mouths open.
*****
The woman on the toilet stood up and adjusted her red dress before speaking. "I'm Sapphire Smith, and your young man looks like he can go a while. Let's get out of here so people won't pee on the floor while watching you fuck, and I'll show you my bedroom."
I slid my cock out of Liz and struggled to get my pants back on; my zipper got stuck on some skin. Meanwhile, Liz was being led out into the hallway by Sapphire, with her arm around my girl's waist. I hurried to catch up as they turned to the right, and as I entered the hallway, Sapphire was two doors down, punching a code on a keypad. Her fingers danced over the pad, and the door opened. I caught up to them as the door was closing.
A flight of stairs led up to another door that opened into a walk-in closet. It was huge and overflowing with dresses hanging on clothes rods, and racks holding hundreds of shoes. On one side were ten custom-built dressers, five feet high, with three-inch tall drawers. I opened one, which contained a matching set of red silk lingerie; bra, panty, garter belt, and stockings.
Following Sapphire and Liz, I walked out of the walk-in closet into a woman's bedroom. There was a king-size bed with four tall corner posts, multiple mirrors on the ceiling above the bed, and a large mirror on the wall at the head of the bed. On a wall opposite the bed was an enormous flatscreen, at least eighty inches, and feeds from a dozen different cameras played on it. There was one large picture and eleven smaller ones. The big picture showed the room Liz had accidentally wandered into with the foursome, and they were still going strong.
I turned and, for the first time, examined our hostess. I estimated she was in her forty's, with medium-length brown hair, B or C-cup breasts, and long legs under a tight model's body.
"Do you see the fat man? He's my husband, John, and he's the face of the studio, but I'm the majority stockholder. Since we no longer have 'relations,' he does his thing, and I do mine."
"And what is your thing?" I asked politely.
"Women, only women. If you would allow me to satisfy my desires with your girlfriend, you can stay the night, and I'll watch the two of you afterward."
I looked at Liz, and she didn't seem thrilled that Sapphire asked me, not her. I couldn't read her expression regarding the offer.
"Liz, do you want to answer, or should I?"
She took my hand in hers and placed her other hand on my forearm like she was afraid someone would drag her away from me.
That was enough for me, but I didn't want to be rude when I turned her down.
"At this time, Ah'm afraid we must decline yawls kind offer. Neither of us is inclined to be a voyeur or share sex partners; we prefer the priv-a-see of our own company. However, Ah do hope Ah havn't offended yawl by speakin' my mind; yawl has been a perfectly charmin' hostess."
