I watched as Irene dug her heels into the carpet for some leverage, and slid her entire body back a couple of inches, so that her lips were positioned directly under Laurent's taint.
"Perfect," Jessica said softly, "he likes to have his taint nibbled. Use your lips not your teeth."
I wasn't sure where my girlfriend's new-found compliance was coming from, but she raised her head slightly, and began to tenderly nibble Laurent's taint. In retrospect, I should have left the room right then. After my embarrassment of being discovered hiding under the bed, Laurent had invited me to watch him dominate the three women, but he hadn't ordered me to stay. I felt like I was free to leave, and this would have been the opportune moment to do so. However, as Laurent ran Irene through a series of progressively depraved sexual activities, some of which were life-long fantasies of mine, I just couldn't leave.
Ever since I met Irene, I had hoped to one day be married to her. Expecting her to be my life-long sexual partner, encouraged me to fantasize about our love life down the road. My first goal was to see her naked, primarily to answer the question I had about how her pussy was groomed. I also had fantasies of her giving me a blow-job, although the way I envisioned it was very loving and sensual. We would lay together, and after a protracted session of foreplay, I imagined her moving slowly down my chest and stomach, taking the tip of my cock between her lips, before softly sucking me. I had even thought about asking her to lick my balls one day, although in my fantasies this would happen on our anniversary or my birthday, a special treat for a special day.
In my wildest dreams, I guess I imagined taking her in the doggy-style position, although once again, this fantasy was conducted in a loving, respectful way, after Irene was completely satisfied. In fact, her total satisfaction had been my favorite fantasy, as it seemed just about the least likely to occur. I had already demonstrated my lack of control in my three previous attempts at sexual intercourse. On each occasion, I came prematurely, leaving a disappointed woman high and dry, rather than a satisfied and contented sexual partner.
Some of the more perverse sexual acts, such as fucking Irene's breasts, or squatting on her head so that my testicles hit her face, never even crossed my mind, prior to meeting Laurent. And, for the love of God, I never even knew that women would consider licking a man's nether regions, let alone sticking their tongue inside his ass, the way Jessica had.
In the space of two hours, Laurent had not only expanded Irene's sexual horizons, but he had opened my eyes to the depraved acts that women would do, under the right sexual provocation. He had taken care of Irene's needs first, causing her to cry out that she was completely satisfied. Then, using the importance of reciprocation as a tool to manipulate her, he got my girlfriend naked first, something that I had never done. He got her to crawl over to him, kneel before him, suck his thumb while mirroring Erica's blow-job techniques. He had shaved her pussy, forced her to go down on Erica shortly after another guy had come inside the petite blonde, made her suck his nuts and nibble his taint. In short, in two hours he had accomplished more with my girlfriend than I had in all of the years that I had known her. More, in fact, than I ever expected to in my whole life.
That encapsulated the difference between Alpha males, like Chad and Laurent, and Betas, like me. In the way a bulimic craves food, and gorges it at every available opportunity, so was I with sex. I was so consumed with it, or rather my lack of access to it, that I ended up being led around by my cock, taking it whenever the chance arose, but ending each and every failed sexual encounter in abject ignominy, the way a bulimic retreats in shame to the bathroom.
Laurent had sufficient confidence in his love-making skills to regale a dozen of his friends with tales of his exploits, captivating them as they hung onto every word, wishing it was them. By contrast, I was ashamed of my every sexual encounter, and the mere mention of the specifics, was highly embarrassing. Between the pre-mature ejaculations, and my unfamiliarity with the female anatomy, my conquests read like a comedy script, replete with fuckups and laughable moments.
Now, as the Alpha fucked Erica from behind, while Irene nibbled his taint, using her lips just the way he liked it, I knew he was about to come, and who knows what that would entail.
To my surprise, Erica came first, which was astonishing considering the amount of sexual stimulation that Laurent was being subjected to. The young Czech girl threw her head back, let out a squeal of delight and came all over Laurent's cock. The last remnants of Chad's load were forced out of her pussy, dripping onto Irene's chin, and running down the front of her neck. Laurent kept up his impressive pace, and Erica came twice more in quick succession, before looking over her shoulder and seductively inviting him to blow his load.
"Your turn, Papa," the beautiful young blonde whispered, her blues eyes twinkling in expectation of his cum-shot. "I am completely satisfied."
Laurent seemed happy with her revelation and began to pick up his pace. Jessica whispered her next set of instructions to Irene, and unfortunately it way exceeded my worst expectations.
"Scoot back a little further," the beautiful blonde told Irene. "It's time for your first rim-job."
