Two New Friends

She sat on a bar seat in her navy blue dress. Her long, straight black hair fell down to the middle of her back. She was a bit older than most people in the club, but she was beautiful. She had a mysterious, slightly dark look to her, where you could tell experience had wiped away all naiveté.

Being that I'd made the firm decision to talk to a girl tonight, and feeling like if I was rejected by her, I would at least I would be turned down by a well-held, classy woman, I sat down next to her.

She toyed with the thin straw of her cocktail with her tongue, staring blankly at the numerous bottles lining the wall behind the bar that were lit up in purple and white. As I anxiously thought of something to say. "Aren't you a little too good for this club?" I finally decided to say.

It took her a second to realize I was talking to her. Once she did, though, she took it right in stride. She turned towards me: "Oh? Why would that be case?" Her accent was some kind of European, I surmised.

"One: you're beautiful, just as is. And two, you just seem a bit too well-put-together for a run-of-the-mill, trashy club like this."

She smiled, a bit wickedly. "Why are you here then? Doesn't that make you trashy?"

"I can't argue with that, I'm a bit trashy," I confessed.

"Hmm... really? How so?"

Nice. She was playing the game.

"I do a lot of bad things. You know, make friends I shouldn't make, and take risks that are maybe a bit too far for most people..."

"You make a lot of new friends? I don't really, just sometimes. Most of the time I just have one really good friend." She smiled.

Was she married?

"You do? Is your friend ok with you making other friends?" I asked.

"The way I like to live, he wouldn't be my best friend if he wasn't ok with that. Actually, he usually prefers to meet my new friends."

A threesome? I guess I could be into that. She was gorgeous, and cool...

"Sounds like an interesting guy. I'd love to meet him."

She had her straw in her hand, and sucked on it slightly as she thought, looking at the bar again. "Would you like to meet him... now?"

Really? "Sure, where is he?" I said.

"I'll take you to him."

She sent a text, paid the check, and then put her hand out. I took it, and she led me through the club, across the bass-laden, strobe-lit dancefloor. I felt extraordinary excitement and anxiety as we navigated through the crowd. My heart was racing, and my palms were sweating. She looked back at me and smiled.

I wasn't really thinking about where we were, until she stopped outside the bathrooms. They were non-gendered bathrooms, single rooms. She led me towards the last in the hall and knocked. I thought we were going to wait for whoever was in it to come out, but the door swung open and she led me in.

It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the bright yellow light of the bathroom, from the dark club. When they did adjust, I could see a large, hairy man leaning against the wall across from the sink. When I say hairy, I mean he had a thick beard, and that thick arm hair where you can just tell this is one of those men that just grows a lot of hair.

He reached out his hand as she said, "This is my friend. He doesn't speak English very well. But I know he is very happy to meet you."

I shook it. And then I realized she had been gesturing to his package. There was indeed a large tent in his suit pants.

I laughed. "I'm happy to meet him too, though maybe not so excited," I joked.

She frowned. "I don't know what you mean," she said. Then she took a step towards me, put her hand behind my head, and pulled me in to kiss her. We made out, right there, in front her "friend". Following her lead, I grabbed her arm, then stroked her side, along her hips. I began to get a bit "happy" myself.

And then she grabbed my ass, firmly. Not one of those sort of tweaks where you grab with just your fingers, either. She grabbed my full cheek from the bottom, pulling it upward, so that for a second I could feel air hit my asshole.

And then I realized a couple things: one, I might be in a bit over my head. This woman was forward and confident, unlike any woman I'd been with before. And two, after opening my eyes in surprise due to the ass-grab, her "friend" was already jerking himself off.

From the corner of my eye I saw a big piece of flesh extend from the man, and when I turned he was grinning, slowly stroking it. It was a massive dong. Thick, and just as hairy as the rest of him.

So they are into that thing where the man watches? Ok, I thought. More for me.

And things kind of continued in the way I expect for a while. She took off my jacket, unbuttoned my shirt, kissing me along the neck and doing work with her tongue in my mouth, in ways I'd never experienced. I grabbed her ass, slapped it a little, and even worked my tongue on her nipples some. All this was normal, except she kept grabbing my ass. And then at some point, she worked her finger deeper, around my asshole.

Now, I certainly wasn't expecting this, and hadn't experienced it before, but I liked to consider myself an open-minded guy. And honestly, it felt kind of good. She had wet her finger first, and it felt like a joyful little massage having her work her finger around. And when she did, she held my head by the hair, and stared deep into my eyes.

Needless to say, I was hard as a rock, and she worked my own dong free and began stroking it.

"I forgot to say, my friend is a bit... strange. When he meets someone new, he always needs to give them a gift, immediately."

I was confused. "A gift?"

She smiled. We had been playing this little game, analogies about friends, but this was the first time I had not followed what she was saying.

She kissed me, her tongue working it's way nearly down my throat. She said in my ear "He wants you, he wants to be in you. And I know you want him."

I paused, thinking, but she kept coming. "Get on your knees. Let him give you his gift. He is very excited to give it to you."

I some how let her pull me down towards the floor by my tie (one of the only pieces of clothing still on me), so that I was on my knees. I felt sort of hypnotized, enraptured by her. She bit my ear, and told me I was being a good boy. "You are a good boy. Serve him... Let him put his hard cock in your mouth."

He stared down at me, no longer grinning, more serous.

"Remember, he is my friend. Look, I'll show you. And she put his hand below his cock, and licked it along the bottom.

"Join me," she said. And she pulled my face towards his thick, veiny manhood. "Mmm," she said. "That's right. Make him even happier."

I let him put his hand behind my head, and pull me in. My mouth was open, and he put his cock slowly on my tongue. There was some pre-cum, it tasted salty and wet.

"Mmm, don't you like that?" The woman said. "Isn't his cock just wonderful?"

"It is," I said. And slowly I found myself licking and serving it, my head working itself back and forth on his manhood. I licked around his pink manhood, and felt him throbbing inside my mouth.

He grabbed my face and thrusted his hips forward and back, fucking my face with is cock. All the while staring down at me, as I looked up at his bearded and mysterious face. "Thank you, sir," I said when I came back for some air. "Good boy," he said in his deep voice.

He said something to her in their European-sounding language, and then she said to me, "He is going to come darling, stick your head back and take his gift."

Using her hands, she guided my head back, and I instinctively stuck my tongue out. He jerked his massive cock with his meaty hands for a minute as we waited for him. She cooed and said, "He is coming soon, darling, wait for him, be patient." I sat there, on my knees, looking up at him, completely submitted to the situation.

He jerked and jerked, until he started to groan, and enormous ropes of white cum erupted from his shaft and whipped my face. His semen coated my eyes, nose, and cheeks, and I could taste his salty cum in my mouth. He groaned as more dribbled out, onto my tongue. All the while the woman cooed, telling me I was a good boy.

He leaned back against the wall, seemingly out for the count, a bit tired from giving his gift. But the woman wasted no time. "My turn," She said firmly. And she leaned back against the wall herself, but beckoned for me to come to her, and lick at her mound. "Be a good boy, lick my wet cunt," she commanded.

"Does it taste good?" She asked. I nodded, lapping away at the lips of her pussy. "Does it taste good, having my husbands cum on your face? Serving him, and then serving me?"

I nodded, assuming that continuing to lick was all the answer she needed. "Good boyyyy," she said. And I licked, the wet cum still on my face, mixing with her wet juices. Until she came, pulling my face into her pussy, and kicking her head back. I just continued the same pace, working her clit, as she writhed in pleasure and breathed deep, short breaths.

Now she seemed out for the count as well. "Good boy," she said tiredly, and patted me on the head.

She was out, but her husband had recovered, and was making his way towards me.

"He's going to fuck you now," she said, her eyes still closed from her recovery.

"What?" I said. But he wasted no time, pulling me up firmly by the hair, and leading me over towards the sink. He turned me around and pushed me over it. He kept one hand firmly on my back as he pulled down my pants all the way with his other hand, spanked my ass, and spat in my asshole. "Good fucking girl," he said. And he spanked my ass again.

I could see my face in the mirror, his hairy body behind me, and could feel his dickhead work its way into me. I began to groan from discomfort, and was going to fight my way free, but the woman was there in an instant, beside me, with her cooing, and telling me to be a good boy. "Hey," she said, stroking my face. "He likes you, very much. And he's excited and wants to give you more of that gift," she said. She looked into my eyes. "Let him fuck you, baby. Let him fuck you hard. Be his little girl."

And somehow, I found myself giving in, letting his dick work its way deeper inside me.

"That's it," she said. "He's going to fuck you so hard. You're going to make him feel so good!"

And in a moment he was doing exactly that, working his thick shaft into me, in and out. He was grunting, I was moaning like a girl. Every minute or so he would spank my ass and tell me I was being a good little girl.

And then he came, and I could feel his wet, thick load filling the deepest parts of me. "Thank you, daddy!" I yelled instinctively.

"Good bitch," he grunted.

And slowly he pulled out of me, and I felt his load drop out of me, onto my thighs, and heard some hit the floor. I was a bit sad that he was gone, and felt a little empty. And then I began to think about the pain, but the woman was there again, and began licking my asshole, licking the cum around it. And she put her tongue in, making loops deep in my ass, and I felt like her touch was healing. I did not think about the pain, but about her favor to me, the lovely sensation of her tongue working my asshole.

She came around to my fade and kissed me. "You've been such a good boy," she said, after finishing the cleanup. "I would love to stay friends. Let me put my number in your phone."

And I let her take my phone from my pocket and type her number in, as I lay across the sink, doing some recovery of my own.

"Later tonight," she said. "Meet us in our apartment." And she stroked my hair, in a loving, kind way, and kissed me on the cheek. Then they left, sure to keep the door locked behind them. And I laughed a bit to myself, before picking up my pants, putting on my shirt, and going back out in public.