Author's note: As indicated by the title, this story contains bisexual encounters between men and men and women and women. The story takes a minute to get going but I hope i made it worth it...
All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
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The week after the short but adventurous frolic with Alice and Tom, I couldn't get the image of her jiggling voluptuous breasts out of my head or the feeling of his thick cock in my mouth. The feeling of just letting the experience flow in whatever direction our desires took us was something I longed to try again. Next time, I hoped we could even find something new to explore. Alice texted me on Sunday to let me know they were trying to plan something for the next weekend and to get fully screened if I wanted to meet up with more of their friends in the future.
Monday morning, I was still too amped up about my new adventures, so I called into work sick and made an appointment with my doctor for mid-morning. I also scheduled an afternoon waxing at a salon. If I was going to keep these meetups going, I knew I would need to be on top of my game. While I make it a habit to keep my pubes in check since I was in my early twenties, I didn't want to risk embarrassing myself in front of my new playmates with an errant line of hair across my ass.
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"Don't worry, I'm not into guys," a tatted-up young woman with a nose ring told me when she greeted me as my technician at the salon.
Tina was her name and she wore a black tank top with a pair of shapely hangers hiding beneath. They fell up against the tank top fabric each time she bent over to pull another strip of warm sticky wax from my skin, leaving a streak of screaming red skin behind. I tried to play it cool but it was like being in a fetish video and my cock engorged at the feeling of her hands brushing up against my balls and rectum over and over.
"Down, killer," she said and flicked my shaft hard with her bony fingers.
***
A few days later, the redness and swelling had mostly subsided on my undercarriage. The doctor's office emailed me a clean bill of health. It was too soon to account for my fuck party with Tom and Alice but at least I started off healthy. THey seemed like they were on the up and up, though. That evening, I got a follow-up text from my new playmates.
"Do you like leggy blondes? Want to come out to play as a 4some Friday night?
-T&A"
The text message contained an attachment labeled "Sandra.jpg", which I opened so quickly I was afraid I was going to damage the phone's screen.
"Uh... of course. Just tell me where to meet..." I replied as rapidly as my fingers could move.
As soon as I saw the message was sent, I went back to staring at the photo the couple had sent. Against an ocean backdrop, a woman with lightly tanned skin and shoulder-length dirty blonde hair stood looking away from the camera. A set of high hips sat just above a nicely curved pair of butt cheeks. Her legs formed long stems that reached down toward the wet sand at her feet. Her back was fit without being overly muscular for my tastes and I could see just a hint of her breasts peeking out on either side of her ribs. Her hands were on her thin waist with her fingers turned toward her back so I could see the picture wasn't just an optical illusion: this woman wasn't full of curves like Alice but she certainly had the right shapes in all the right places.
Another message came through, interrupting my mental masturbation.
"Meet us here at 10 pm sharp Friday. Dress sharp. And email your STI screening results so the real fun can begin. <3"
The final text came with a GPS pin attached. It looked like they were directing me to the back of an old warehouse in Brooklyn. It seemed like a strange location to meet up with a few people who were still strangers to me but I got the impression they meant well. I forwarded my clean bill of health to the couple and tried to settle my nerves.
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Friday night, the Uber driver dropped me off in the warehouse district around nine fifty. I felt heartened by the fact that I spotted a young attractive couple walking in the same direction I was heading. I tried to look like I wasn't stalking the petite woman in the flapper dress and her African American companion in the dark blue three piece suit and tweed flat cap. Suddenly, I was unsure if my very modern looking dark charcoal grey suit was up to snuff. It always seemed to fit my body like a glove but it looked like this was some sort of theme party I was heading to.
When I rounded the well-lit warehouse to the rear loading docks where the GPS pin indicated to meet Alice and Tom, the younger couple had vanished. My first instinct was that they had quickly disappeared into a hidden door for a speakeasy, as it was clear that we were pretty far off the beaten path, but then I started to worry a little about their safety. The lights were on all over the outside of the warehouse but there could still be a creep hiding behind a post or a trailer just waiting to mug an unsuspecting couple or worse.
"Just like that. Oh, fuck!"
I heard the couple before I caught up to them. It turns out they weren't lost or in any danger, they had just taken the opportunity to slip off behind the big tires on one of the trailers that were parked up against the loading docks. I eased around the back of one of the trailers and peeked my head around it.
Several yards away, the petite young woman in the sequence dress was kneeling and going to town on her man's stiff cock. It was sticking out between the fly of his suit pants. His cock was so large that, when she let it slip from her mouth, it bent downward and bobbed like a fishing pole. His young date seemed to struggle to get the full length back inside her drooling lips. With a gloved hand, she pulled apart the plunging neckline on her dress so her small spherical breasts were free of the fabric. Her dark brown nipples shone in the bright floodlights shining down from the tops of the loading docks. I got hard watching her try to deep throat his cock. She kept gagging herself and pulling long trails of saliva away from his dark uncut head before plunging back in for more.
"Hey cutie!"
Spinning away from the back of the trailer, I threw a finger up to my mouth to shush the catcaller. It turned out it was just Alice but I waved a hand for her small group to remain silent.
"Oh shit," came a loud whisper from between the trailers. I could hear the sound of someone fumbling with a belt buckle and then the clicking of shoes on the asphalt.
Alice and Tom tried to suppress a laugh as the young couple emerged, now fully covered again, from the aisle between the trailers. The young woman was attempting to discreetly wipe her chin with her gloved hand.
"Where did you all bring me? I mean I just saw a blowjob and I haven't even been inside yet," I said in muted tones.
"Just wait, honey," came Alice's reply. "Sandra, meet Bobby. He's the one we can't stop talking about. Isn't that right, Tom?" Alice ribbed Tom was an elbow as he shook my hand. We exchanged a smile and a nod like we were just old friends.
Alice looked stunning in a full length black gown with little straps that gave an ample view of her thick round cleavage. The fabric hugged her body all the way through her curvy hips and wide ass. Just behind Alice stood Sandra in a short silver and black 1920's style dress. It was elegant, with a neckline that ran straight across her upper chest, teasing only the little nubs on the tops of her clavicle. Little black frills extended down from the hem of the dress, leaving her long lean calves exposed. A black flapper headband held back her shoulder-length wavy blonde hair.
Tongue-tied, I struggled to spit out any meaningful words. I stared at her red pouty lips. There was something about her that went beyond her all-grown-up girl next door looks. She was approachably beautiful - welcoming but dangerous at the same time.
"Pleased to meet you, Bobby," Sandra said after I stared in awkward silence for a moment. She reached forward with a hand covered with a black glove.
"Pleasure is all mine," I finally responded, looking into her big blue eyes. I reached into my jacket and produced the single rose that was hiding within.
"A gentleman. Don't find too many of those, anymore, "Sandra responded as she received the rose in one hand and held her other hand to her chest.
Tom extended his elbow to Alice and she slipped her bare arm through. I followed his lead, inviting Sandra to come a little closer as we followed our hosts up a set of stairs to the an unmarked door on the loading dock. After a series of raps from Tom's knuckles, a small plate slid to the side around eye height. Tom whispered a passphrase and, after a moment, we heard the sound of a few bolts opening. On the other side of the heavy metal door by an oversized beefy gentleman nodded a welcome to Tom and held the door as we slipped past him and down a dim hallway..
We followed Tom and Alice through a few twists between hard industrial walls. Echoing down the hallway, I could hear the sound of a jazz horn wailing. Finally, we arrived a hostess station. A waifish young woman with big brown eyes and dressed like she had stepped out of a 1920's speakeasy greeted Tom with a happy smile. He pressed a handful of bills into her pale hand and she beckoned for our group to follow.
Through a set of black curtains we went, emerging to find a small theater space with tables surrounding a ballroom dance floor. A few couples slow danced while a graceful young black woman crooned a sultry toon in front of a small bandstand. She wore a top hat and a black tuxedo jacket and pants that featured loud white pinstripes. Under the jacket, she wore only a sheer white bodysuit. I could see every detail of her chocolate colored breasts and dark black nipples as she strutted back and forth behind her microphone.
Applause went up in the house as the band finished their number. It appeared we were just in time to catch the sultry singer right before her break. She slipped away behind the curtains at the back of the stage while the band provided background music and the hostess helped us find a booth with some privacy toward the back of the house.
"I would ask 'Where are we?' are but it looks like the real question is: 'When are we?" I asked.
