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Note: This is a BISEXUAL story. It has male-female sex, as well as male-male sex.
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"Is this seat taken?" The speaker was an Amazon--a muscular black woman almost as tall as Andy, with long flowing hair and rich chocolate skin, wearing a white blouse with a plunging neckline and a tight short burgundy skirt. She was holding a pale pink drink in a frosted martini glass.
"Uh . . . No." Andy stood up so fast he almost spilled his beer. "Please."
"Thank you." She bent forward as she sat down, giving Andy a spectacular view down her dress. "I'm Carol."
"Andy." He sank into his chair and took a sip of beer while trying to think. She didn't seem like a hooker, but it was early evening and there were empty tables in the hotel bar. "Nice to meet you."
It sounded stiff, but Carol didn't seem to notice. "Have you been in San Francisco before?" she asked.
"A few times, but I haven't seen much except board rooms on this trip."
"Are you an executive?"
"An architect."
"Oh, that's good." She smiled. "Have you built anything . . . big?"
"Not yet." Andy wondered if he was blushing. "We're building an office complex in Lakeway."
"Lakeway? That's near Austin." Her voice had the faintest trace of a Texas accent.
"You from Texas? Not many people have heard of Lakeway."
"Dallas. What are you doing here? It's a long way from Austin."
"We're remodeling the Pacific Sunrise Trading Company headquarters. I'm reviewing the plans with the board." Andy was starting to relax. Carol was easy to talk to. "How about you?"
"I'm a senior auditor for Price-Waterhouse. I live in Berkeley, but I stay in a hotel when we have a big job downtown. Saves me a couple hours of commuting every day." She put her hand on Andy's knee. "But I want to talk about you."
"About me?" He tried to ignore his giant boner.
"Are you married?" He shook his head. "Girlfriend?" She smiled when he shook his head again. "A boyfriend, maybe?"
"Nope. Not that either."
"Good. I like men." She tightened her grip on Andy's knee. "Do you like me?"
"Oh yeah!"
"Want to go upstairs?"
Andy wondered if he was dreaming. This seemed more like a porn movie than real life. Since arriving in San Francisco, he'd exchanged a few neutral texts with Gretchen. He'd called Pete on Sunday night and apologized for running away.
Pete had been so understanding that Andy felt like an asshole. "Don't worry," he'd said. "We're friends. That won't change, even if we don't have sex."
Carol was still looking at him. "Well?"
"Sure. Let's go." He started to get up.
Carol hadn't moved. "Just one thing. Do you swing?"
"Swing?" Andy sat back down.
"You, me, and my husband." She pointed to a nearby table. A handsome black man was sitting there. His expensive suit didn't hide his bulging muscles. He smiled and nodded to Andy.
"Well, I dunno . . ." Andy's hard cock was painfully trapped in his briefs.
She misunderstood his silence. "You don't have to touch each other. Just me."
"It's just . . . I've never done anything like that."
"I want you either way." She slid her hand up his thigh. "But it'd make me so hot if Fred could join in."
Andy looked at the big black bodybuilder, imagining what he looked like without the suit. "Sure. Why not?"
"Good." She stood up and took Andy's hand. "Let's go." They left the bar. Fred followed them.
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They were alone in the elevator. Carol tongue-kissed Andy, plastering her body against his, then turned to Fred and kissed him, just as hard and dirty. "Wow," she whispered. "Two studs." She put her hands on the men's crotch bulges. "All for me."
The elevator stopped. Carol said, "This is our floor." She led Andy and Fred out of the elevator and down the hall. Her muscular buttocks, undulating under the tight dress, were hypnotic.
When Carol stopped in front of a door, Andy tore his eyes away from her shapely ass and looked at Fred. The big man was grinning. At Andy. He winked and Andy looked away.
Carol saw them and smiled. "You boys are going to have a lot of fun." She slipped the key card into the reader. "So am I." She pushed the door open and they went into the room. It was three times the size of Andy's room, with a bar, a sitting area, and a bed big enough for four.
As the door closed, Carol took Andy in her arms and kissed him passionately, flattening her breasts against his chest and grinding her crotch into the bulge in his pants. "You kiss good," she whispered.
"So do you." He slipped his hands down to her buttocks and kneaded them while they kissed. She really knew how to use her tongue. He hadn't been with many women, but she was special--totally attuned to her body, and her desires.
Carol pulled away and kicked her high heels off. "Guess you like chocolate."
"I sure like you."
She flashed a wicked smile. "This your first time with a Sister, isn't it?"
"Uh . . . yeah." He wasn't going to admit how few women he'd slept with.
"You know that old saying?" Carol unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, showing the half-bra supporting her heavy breasts. Its white leaf pattern over translucent fabric revealed tantalizing glimpses of her dark brown areolas. "Once you go black, you'll never go back." She took the blouse off and dropped it on an easy chair. "It's true. After you've been with me, vanilla pussy will never be the same."
Andy tried to keep his eyes on Carol's face. "I'll risk it."
"That's the spirit." She unfastened the half-bra and dropped it on top of her blouse. Her big nipples were already hard. "Don't be afraid to look at my tits." She cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. "I want you to look at my tits." Her eyes drifted down to his crotch. "I think you like what you see."
"You know it."
"Yeah. I do." Carol took off her skirt. Her panties had the same leaf over translucent fabric design as her bra and was just as concealing . . . and revealing. "I know how much you want me."
