In this installment, Erik repays an favor from an old friend, and Maya's world expands once again.
Group sex (MFM) and fetish content.
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"Erik, my man!" my old friend Steve bellowed to me as he came toward the counter of my store and shook my hand enthusiastically.
Old friend might have been a bit of an overstatement, but we had known each other for a while, and we always got along pretty well, which is quite an accomplishment when you consider that I had taken his girl away from him.
Taken might not have been the right word for it, but he had been seeing Kyle a few years ago when he suggested a threesome, and now Kyle was with me now. They had been about done when I entered their world anyway, so there were no real hard feelings about it.
Steve was a member of the gym that I had joined, and we had become friendly over the course of time. Steve was very athletic and almost at tall as my 6'5", but weighed a lot less, and after talking with him for a while, found out he was as constantly horny as I was.
"This girl I've been seeing - Kyle is her name." Steve mentioned one day in passing. "She's unbelievable. She gives the most incredible head that I've ever had, and she gobbles right down to my balls."
I had been in the showers with Steve several times at the gym, and while I never spent a whole lot of time checking out the other guys and their packages, I admit to glancing around. We all do - admit it. Human nature to at least peek one time.
From my peek, I had noticed that Steve was a well hung guy, and I could tell that he had taken a glance at me too because he continued the conversation about Kyle.
"Ever have somebody go down on you all the way?" he asked quietly, and when I said no, he continued.
"Didn't think so - not without that elephant trunk you're lugging around. You should let Kyle have a go at your stuff," he suggested, and when I told him that I didn't think that his girl would appreciate having me stick my cock in her face, not to mention the fact that I didn't want to get in the middle of a relationship, he put me at ease.
"We're not real serious about each other," Steve said. "We're just fuck buddies. She's too much of a girly-girl for me. I like them a little rough around the edges. She's all tits and polish, but she's a real sword swallower. I don't know how you feel about this kind of stuff, but I know she would love to get fucked by both of us together."
That was how we got started, Kyle and me. We had our threesome, and after a while Kyle became my girl. Steve was wrong about the girly-girl part, as I found out when she confided her fantasies, and after I told her that I was up for it, we were stuck with each other.
Now that Maya had been with me for a time, I decided that she might like to have her horizons expanded once again, and when I made that decision I immediately thought of Steve, and the type of girls he had said turned him on.
"Rough looking chicks. You know, like women with tattoos, muscles, hairy girls - especially hairy women. Damn, give me a woman with a big bush and hair anywhere - everywhere, and I'm in heaven. Hard to find these days."
Indeed they were, and so when this idea came to me, I thought of Steve right away and for the heck of it, called him up. After some idle chat, I told him the reason for the call, asking him if he wanted to do a threesome with another girl, with me providing the female this time. He sounded suspicious, and said so.
"You trying to dump this girl on me - like I did to you with Kyle?" Steve asked.
"You didn't dump her, she ended up with me, and no, I'm not dumping Maya. She would never leave me, and that's why I'm confident enough to offer you this chance," I explained.
"Tell me about her," Steve said. "Why would I be interested in her?"
"She's in her early 30's, and is from India and is very shy and reserved."
"Go on."
"She's about 5 foot tall, and can't even weigh 100 pounds drenched with cum. She's got bronze colored skin, smoky dark brown eyes and coal black hair, and little titties that aren't much bigger than lemons but have enormous nipples on them."
"I suppose she sounds cute enough, but nothing spectacular," Steve mused. "Why is this Maya someone I would be interested in?"
"Because I remember you telling me what kind of women turn you on," I reminded him. "Unless your tastes have changed."
"Me change? Never! I've been seeing this girl that works at Spitzie's - you know - the motorcycle shop. She's got ink from neck to ankles, and she's so hot. Doesn't sound like your girl is the tattoo type though."
"Correct."
"I guess the muscles are out, after your description, so that would leave only on thing. Is she hairy?"
"Come by the store and see her," I suggested.
"She's hairy! Damn. Tell me about her. Describe her."
"Just stop by. If you don't care for her, just say hi and walk away. Buy something, because I can use the business, but you're under no obligation," I assured him. "I'm not bored with her yet by a long shot, but just thought she would enjoy the experience."
"She's pretty much up for anything?"
"Anything I tell her to do," I said. "No animals and no children, but outside of that, the word no does not exist."
"How do you come up with these women?" he asked incredulously. "I'll stop by Saturday night."
That was how Steve ended up in my store around an hour before I closed. Maya was in the back room when Steve arrived, and after a minute of chit-chat, Steve was getting anxious.
"If you're trying to build up the suspense, it's not necessary," Steve advised me.
"She'll be out in a second."
Sure enough, as if on cue, Maya came out of the back room with a couple of rolls of register tape, and when she saw Steve at the counter, assumed he was a customer and hustled over. Ah, what a pleasure it is to have good help.
"I'm sorry Sir," Maya said to me, knowing that I would rather not run the register, and then addressed Steve. "I hope I have not kept you waiting, sir. How may I serve you?"
"That's all right, Maya. This is a friend of Mine. Maya, this is Steve. Steve - Maya."
Maya held out her tiny brown hand and said hello, but Steve was gawking at her arms and could only stutter a greeting in response. Wearing the smaller company shirt I had gotten her, her perky little tits were now more visible, and the sleeves rode up higher on her as well, exposing more of the downy beauty of her arms.
"I've got some things to do in the back, so I'll let Maya take care of you," I said, and hopped back into the store room.
When I emerged ten minutes later, Maya was still showing Steve some merchandise, and I couldn't help but notice that my pal was flushed and sweating like a schoolboy. I let Maya continue with him, and was very pleased to see that by the time she had finished she had managed to make quite a sale.
"Damn, Steve said after he had cashed out. "If you didn't come out I would have bankrupted myself buying everything she showed me."
"She's a very effective salesperson," I noted. "I would ask what you thought of her, but I think I can guess."
"She's incredible!" Steve gushed, looking around to make sure that Maya was out of hearing range. "I love those little Sarah Silverman-like sideburns, and her arms are so hairy that I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted to touch them or kiss them."
"I know the feeling," I admitted, having been there and done exactly that the first time we had met.
"The best part was when she reached up to the top shelf, and her sleeve slid up a little bit, and all of a sudden I see this big spray of hair peeking out!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I swear to you I was this close to cumming just standing there staring at it!"
"Looks like you already did," I noted, pointing at the big damp spot in the front of his trousers, and after he glanced down he dropped the bag to hide the evidence.
"Damn! Hope she didn't see that," Steve said in embarrassment. "So, when can we do this?"
"She meets your approval?" I asked with a salacious grin, and after Steve rolled his eyes I pretended to think about it.
"Next month okay?" I suggested, and after Steve made a pained face, I reconsidered.
"We close at 6 and we'll be home around 7," I said. "Unless you'd rather make it another night."
Steve obviously didn't want to make it another night, and jumped at the chance.
"Still live in the same place?" Steve asked, and after I nodded he left, promising to be at my house after he changed pants.
"My friend Steve," I mentioned to Maya as we drove home. "What did you think of him?"
"He was a very nice man," Maya said. "He was very funny too. He made me laugh many times, just as you do when you make jokes."
"Just like me, he finds you very attractive," I told her, and she nodded.
"I noticed him looking at my arms a great deal," Maya said. "I think he also saw the hair under my arms when I reached up to get something down."
"That's right," I said, somewhat surprised that she would catch something like that, and when I mentioned that very thing to her, she had an insightful answer.
"I thought that he was asking for things that would let him look under my sleeves when I reached up."
"I suspect you're quite right about that," I agreed. "How did that make you feel?"
"It excited me, because he was looking at me like you do - not to make fun, but because he found it erotic, and since you had introduced him as your friend, I thought that it would be alright. Was it?"
"Yes it was," I confirmed. "You are a very intelligent woman, do you know that?"
"I am learning."
"Perhaps you are perceptive enough to know what is going to happen tonight then?"
"Your friend Steve is going to come to your house?"
"Amazing," I said, as I got off at my exit and headed for home. "How did in the world did you know that?"
