“Sit in the chair and watch while we get started,” rasped Charles in an agitated, nervy voice. Monica complied silently, lost for words. An hour ago she had not even met Charles and Helen. Lost for entertainment while passing through a new and strange city Monica had drifted into the bar of her overnight hotel to enjoy a quiet drink or perhaps some other diversion.
She had been immediately attracted to the aggressive sexiness of the couple she now knew as Charles and Helen. A few drinks later the invitation to join them upstairs in their room had been easy to accept.
After settling in with a glass of champagne each from the hotel mini bar, the atmosphere was electric.
Helen, who had not said much since being introduced, met Monica's gaze from the other side of the bed.
“Want to watch Charles undress me?”
“Uh, uh,” smiled Monica, the realisation of what she might be in for, becoming far more than a long held fantasy.
Charles stood behind Helen with as much aplomb as he could muster in his shaking hands, and slid the long zip at the back of the shapeless dress to its extremity, then pushed the dress forwards off her shoulders. As it slid slowly to the floor Helen raised her arms akimbo and moved her legs apart in almost the same movement.
By now Monica could not take her eyes off Helen. She had not imagined that such a shapeless dress could hide such a voluptuous body.
Not that anything was hidden now. Still in high heels and stockings that finished half way up her thighs, her only clothing was a skimpy black garter belt to hold the stockings up.
“Do you like what you are seeing so far, Monica?” she asked rhetorically with a smile, fully aware that Monica was rapt at the sight of her naked body.
Monica, almost speechless and by now very turned on managed to say, “I love it,” not even realising the double meaning of what she had said.
Charles still fully clothed except for the coat he had removed, was as much turned on by the fully clothed Monica as he was by Helen in her blatant near nakedness.
“Turn around, and walk slowly over to Monica and show her what she can share later on,” Charles said with as much verve as he could muster.
All that Monica could think was, “Not too close. Stay in my focus. Keep turning me on,” as Helen poised, turned and walked towards her. Charles following a pace behind.
“You should see his cock, Monica,” whispered Helen, now really into the adrenalin rush and tension which was filling the room, it is really thick and impressive. Want me to take it out and show you?”
“Let me do it. May I?” asked Monica.
“All right, but stay fully dressed. I want you to keep your clothes on.”
Charles, absolutely erect under his clothes by now, wondered if Monica would be able to get his clothes over his heavy, thick, bulging erection. What was it Helen claimed she could grow it to? Twenty two centimetres, or as she preferred nearly nine inches - and so thick. Some things were just not meant to be measured in metric, Helen used to like reminding him.
Just a few weeks ago, by judicious and slow teasing with her tongue and mouth, for what had
seemed half the night, Helen had proudly claimed that size with a tape measure in one hand and his balls in the other, “To make it really big.”
Right now though, with his
eyes on one naked woman and a fully clothed one about to undress him, he was confident that he was much bigger than ever before. Bursting point in fact.
Monica could barely stop her hands trembling enough to grasp his belt and undo it, then the zip - at the same time amused at how easily he had shed his shirt, shoes and socks without any help.
“Let him step away from all his other clothes before you get his cock out, Monica,” Helen said standing far enough back to observe both of them.
“Now, drop his pants.”
With trepid hands Monica struggled to do as she had been told, at the same time determined to get a good look, and feel the size and weight of this new and exciting cock with both hands.
Helen standing right between her naked partner and the fully clothed Monica felt a strong tinge of jealousy as she watched Monica’s obvious greed and avid interest in Charles now unimpeded and very erect cock.
“Impressive, eh?” was all she had time to say before she pushed Monica aside and pointed her back to the chair by the bed.
“Sit down and watch and talk to us while we fuck each other.”
As she sat back in the chair fully clothed, Monica could see that the two naked people in front of her would not require any foreplay to enable them to make it together.
“Your choice Monica,” said Charles fondling Helen as he spoke, “how do want to me to fuck Helen for your viewing pleasure?”
“Slowly - in as many ways as you can - and right up close to me on the bed so I touch you both while you fuck. Start missionary so I can see you put your hard cock right up her, though.”
Helen lay back on the bed ogling Charles huge, erect cock, at the same time as Monica.
‘He looks even more than nine inches tonight,’ they both mused, unaware of each others similar thoughts, though both were thinking that they had never seen or had a bigger cock.
Monica was further turned on as she put both her hands on Charles cock, by the fully clothed Monica’s presence, a mere two or three feet away from her.
Monica spoke again, taking the initiative and loving every irresponsible minute of it all. “I want to see you put that huge cock right up Helen. Slowly. Right up to your balls. Make sure its slowly though. Can you take all of that Helen?”
Helen, turned on like never before smiled a wan smile, looking Monica squarely in the eye. “Just watch me. Now, Charles, give it to me!”
