A continuation of the well-received first chapter. Lady Blue Moon and I exchange our respective narratives on this wild night, with its theme....just how far would married Erica go with strangers...?
Suggest you may want to first read "Meeting Lady Blue Moon, Ch. 01" before picking up this second installment.
Enjoy!
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The two newcomers exchanged smiles as I made to release them from their pants. Now, dear reader, please know that I am not normally this wanton a slut as the story makes me out to be, but I had decided before making the trip that this weekend would be 'anything goes'.
Needless to say, I certainly hadn't expected John to be so domineering nor so kinky. Perhaps I should have read more of his stories on Lit before making my decision. Now, though, with his thick cock filling my pussy ever so nicely, and his deep thrusts giving me the sexual satisfaction I had been craving all evening, I was going for broke.
Unbuckling the chef's pants (thank goodness he no longer wore his apron!) I was rewarded with the view of a very nicely shaped and quite large penis. He was uncut, which has never been a favorite of mine, but my hand deftly lowered the foreskin to reveal a bulbous purple head.
My thumb found the slit, slick with precum, and began to make circular motions along the front of his cock head. My other hand unzipped the owner's fly and I pulled forth a rather small but quite thick erection. I reached down and cupped his balls as I lowered my mouth onto his shaft. Mmmmm... he was deliciously salty.
I must have been quite the sight, my breasts pressed against the hood of the car, body bent to the side sucking a cock while on my other side I was now stroking urgently, all the while having my pelvis banged into the car's grill as John continued to slam home. I felt my orgasm build rapidly to a release.
Moaning, I switched my mouth to the cock on my left and took as much of it into my mouth as I was able, all the while stroking the restaurant owner's penis for all I was worth. This action was quickly rewarded by a warm, sticky discharge all over my hand and arm.
As if on cue, the cock in my mouth twitched and, before I could remove it, short forth two quick spurts of salty semen. So enraptured was I by John's continual assault on my vagina, now accompanied by his fingers deftly manipulating my clitoris, I swallowed the chef's cum, spurt after spurt, as my second orgasm began. My vaginal muscles clenched and released, then clenched and released again on John's shaft as I shook from my latest climax.
The two newcomers stepped back, their now flaccid penises still sticking through the flies of their undershorts and shot each other a victory salute. I gasped in disappointment as John pulled out of my sopping wet pussy. He had not yet cum.
"Erica, you must learn to be patient," he told me as he zipped up his pants. "Gentlemen, I hope our tip was sufficient for the fine service and delicious meals we received tonight," he patted my naked ass as I lay drained on the hood of the car. "I do believe the lady especially enjoyed her dessert."
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