I met Natascha at a club in Brazil. As a woman with a Russian father and an Afro-Brazilian mother, she had a very exotic and intoxicating look. Her curly blonde, shoulder length hair topped off a slightly tanned and perfectly proportioned body. The mutual attraction was obvious and after a few drinks and a great conversation we decided to go to a motel. (A Brazilian motel is not as seedy as its American counterpart. The rooms are more akin to a penthouse suite at the Bellagio.)
On the way to the hotel, I started to get a little worried as it seemed as though Natascha might have been having second thoughts. It may have been a little concern on her part about going somewhere alone with a very large, albeit devastatingly handsome, black man. We got to the motel and once we were alone, her shyness dissipated. We made our way to a shower which had clearly been designed for a party; there were two shower heads and a long glass wall that looked out at the rest of the suite. The two of us bathed and caressed each other before she turned her back to me and I slid inside of her from behind. Starting slowly and sensually, our passion increased as did the force of our love making. I hate to admit it, but I orgasmed before Natascha in the shower, but she wasn't worried as the night was still young.
The next stop was the Jacuzzi. The two of us lay next to each other in the tub, rubbing the other's genitals until our foreplay reignited our passions. Natascha straddled me and slid down onto my throbbing rod. The two of us began to thrust into each other with more and more force, speed and passion. I felt Natascha's warm pussy contract and release around my cock as she breathily said, "Estou gozando!" (I'm cumming.) I began to slow down my thrusting, causing Natascha to tell me, "Vai" (Go.) So I continued to drive all of my 8 inches inside of her. The combination of having already cum and being in a Jacuzzi gave me surprising staying power. Natascha had two orgasms before we both finally climaxed at the same time and collapsed in a sweaty, exhausted heap.
I reached over and turned off the jets of the Jacuzzi while I was still inside of her. We lay there for a few minutes kissing each other before, with some soreness for both of us; Natascha slid off of me, grabbed a towel and headed towards the bathroom. I dried off and crawled into the bed. Natascha slid in next to me and the two of us cuddled before drifting off to sleep.
The following weekend Natascha and I couldn't wait to get alone. The taxi driver was forced to roll down the windows as we steamily kissed and groped in the backseat. As soon as we walked through the door of the motel room, I picked her up and set her down on a table. We pulled each other's pants off as we kissed, and as if time was a factor, I hurriedly pulled her to the edge of the table and impatiently thrust my pussy starved member inside of her. Unlike the previous week, Natascha didn't need any warming up. She leaned back and used the wall for leverage as we exorcised a week worth of separation. Natascha locked her ankles behind me and lifted her hips off of the table as she came.
Like the previous week, we made our way to the Jacuzzi and spent the majority of the night in the tub. Again, we kept at it until we were both sore. Natascha wrapped herself in a towel and made her way to the restroom. As she emerged from the bathroom she found me in bed watching TV. The motel offered four channels, CNN and three porn stations. I had settled on a movie featuring two lovely young ladies pleasuring each other. Natascha asked if I liked two women. My reply was, of course, what man doesn't. This led to a discussion about our respective sexual experience, and my discovery that we both enjoyed being with women.
A few days later Natascha called me and told me she wanted me to meet her friend, Paula. I already had plans to hang out with my friend Sean, but he certainly didn't mind changing plans and joining me that night. We arrived at the club and the four of us immediately grabbed a table in the corner. Paula was Argentinean and spoke perfect English. She was a short woman with a great toned body and a very butchy buzz cut. As soon as I met her, she set off my gaydar, until after the four of us got comfortable and I overheard some of the things she was saying to Sean.
While Natascha and I were getting reacquainted in the corner, Paula was putting the full court press on Sean. As she started to describe what she wanted to do to Sean that night with detail that would make a sailor blush, I felt myself getting more and more aroused. I could tell that Paula's forward nature was making Sean uncomfortable. Eventually, Paula asked if Sean and I wanted to go to a motel with her and Natascha. Sean immediately started backpedaling, and the three of us began to exert peer pressure on him to join us. He admitted that he expected to regret the decision, but that he would pass on the offer. Paula looked like a rejected woman until I reassured her that if Sean didn't want to spend the night with her, Natascha and I would love to have her join us. Paula immediately slid her chair next to mine, put her hand on the inside of my right thigh, leaned in and kissed me. As we kissed, I felt Natascha's hand on my other thigh. I pulled away from Paula, fearing that I may have crossed a line, but as I turned to face Natascha, she leaned in and kissed me as well.