Anal, Role-play Incest, Marathon Sex, Whatnot...
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"Good evening, I have a 7:00pm appointment with Mr. Roman Queen," said Marta. The receptionist gave her an enquiring look and said.
"Will you please wait for a moment, miss? I'll check."
A few seconds later she spoke again, "Yes, miss, he's waiting for you in room no. 6101. Enjoy your evening" with a smile.
Marta replied with her naturally sexy smile, "Thank you," and sashayed across the lobby towards the lift.
Minutes later, she was standing in front of room 6101. She knocked at the door.
"Come in "came a soft but deep male voice.
The moment she stepped in, she thought she was in a lounge of some kind. The room was flushed with a glowing orange light. There was a giant bed right in the corner of the room with a French window looking into the night through the translucent curtains. There stood a man by the balcony adjoining the wall, holding a glass of wine.
"You must be Marta." He asked without even bothering to turn and take a look.
"Yes, I am, Mr. Queen," Marta replied.
"Please call me Roman; I believe you're aware of tonight's arrangement."
"Yeah, I am."
"Hmm... . . . would you like some wine?" finally turning to her.
"Sure... My agent told me that you have some special demands and I'd like to clear away the formalities as soon as possible." she said.
"Yes, um, that's your envelope right here." Marta picked up the envelope and happily tucked it away in her purse.
"-and you need to take these as well. . ." Then her eyes fell upon a bunch of pills lying in the tray right under where the envelope had been.
She picked up a couple, popped them in, flushed with the wine Roman offered, and asked, "What are these?"
"Shouldn't have you asked earlier?"
"I'm guessing some kind of sex drug; anyway, what are these?"
"It's a hyperlaxative."
"???"
"You'll know in a moment. Care for some more wine?"
"Sure. . . But I need to change first. . I brought something special for the night."
"As soon as the other girl's out," said Roman as he got seated on the sofa.
"The other girl?"
"Threesome?"
"Excuse me, but I do solos and girls only..
"That's the idea, said Roman with a smile.
Oh!! I get it now... So this other girl... she's a lesbian?".
"Bi... to be frank," replied Roman with a wink!
This was not half crazy than the things she has been into, but Marta had her curiosity piqued about this guy. Anyway, this was the only way to get out of the sad reality she protected so dearly. This was fun. She was living the moment while it lasted.
More wine poured, more talks went by. Marta found out that Roman was a scientific genius and was rich as hell.
'That explains the dry spell,' thought Marta.
Roman found that Marta studied in college, entertained people with her voyeuristic skills, and got paid in return. She'd never had sex with a guy after her first encounter with one, which was, to say, not so pleasant. She told Roman how the guy gagged her forcibly on his cock and came all over her face. Since then she has avoided guys and preferred doing solos, girls, and toys. But she was open to lapdances with no touching policies.
"Can't say I can change your mind over that," said Roman, eyeing her lasciviously, "but tell you what? You are going to have a better opinion for guys when you'll leave here tonight."
How come?? asked Marta.
"Oh, you'll see," Roman simply smiled his mysterious smile.
The bathroom door opened, and a curvy girl stepped out. All she had on her was a short vest to just cover her jiggly orbs and a loincloth that clad tightly to her wide hips., straining against each other. She had a thick mane of black hair, olive skin, and wide, full hips, fleshy but shapely.
How do I look?? asked the girl, turning on the spot. Marta's eyes glued to her ass, shaped like two humongous footballs mashed together and straining against the flimsy fabric.
"I must say, Mr. Queen, you do have a taste."
"You seem to like it better, Marta. By the way, this is Myra. Myra, meet Marta. Marta, Myra... Hell, Marta . . . hell you two can be sisters.".
"I'd love a sister like that." Marta smiled, her eyes wandering all over Myra.
"Can't rule out roleplay. In fact, how bout I play the slutty but coy sis? I find it really sexy," said Myra.
Marta went up to Myra and drew her in a long, passionate kiss.
"MMmmm, when I come back, I'm going to eat you up, baby. .," said Marta.
"Hurry up while I help myself to some brotherly cock," Myra said, smacking Marta's ass.
Marta went inside the bathroom when suddenly she felt jolts in her stomach. She was overcome by a sudden need to take a dump. Hurriedly, she discarded her clothing and went for the pot. She barely made it when her bowels gave away and emptied themselves in the pot. After what looked like an eternity, the churnings stopped, and Marta felt a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She was feeling oddly relaxed.
After finishing her business, she took a quick shower and changed into her baby blue pants she brought in for the night. It was flimsy and showed almost every inch of her hairless pussycat. She wore a matching colored, flimsy, wide neck top with buttons upfront. Her full breasts were straining against the stretchable fabric, and her nipples were poking out shamelessly. The buttons in front strained so much that the top two simply popped out of their confines. Marta loved her boobs. They were large, spreading all over her chest, not poking forward like silicones. Just smooth and fleshy enough for a handful of groping and tugging.
She looked at herself in the mirror, freshened her lipstick, and tweaked her already prominent nipples. This made her wet in between her thighs. She was ready. Taking in a deep breath, she stepped out of the bathroom. She was welcomed to lusty moans and sighs.
Myra was kissing Roman's neck. He was naked except his shirt, which was unbuttoned. Myra's hand was gripping Roman's cock through a flimsy piece of cloth, which happened to be her pants. Her other hand was busy rubbing his right nipple. Marta could see Roman had a great physique. Not bulky but ripped. . .... like a God. Every single fiber was visible with a certain smoothness around. And the cock—a magnificent specimen. It shone like a bronze staff in the dim light.Though she didn't do boys, but this was just...
Marta shook her head as if shaking those thoughts away and sashayed towards them.
"So, how do I look? asked Marta, walking up to the couple. Myra eyed her with lust in her eyes.
"If I had been a guy, I would've taken you already."