Second Chance to Leave a First Impression-Part II

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Second Chance to Leave a First Impression-Part IIHere it was, a Saturday afternoon on Carnival weekend and I was riding in a truck with one couple hurriedly following a second couple from an adult theater where I had palmed both of their wet pussies to a hotel off the beach for a communal gathering of high and horny citizens. Betty told us in the truck that the wife told her in the theater’s bathroom that she had sex toys at the hotel, that she liked to party, that her husband was bisexual, and that she had hoped to see a woman because she desired a woman fist her because her hands would be smaller. I asked Betty in all that info did she get the brunette’s name. Laughing, Betty replied that the brunette’s Alabama accent was so thick that she didn’t understand it. Though we had all touched the brunette’s pussy once, we were equally embarrassed to ask Dwayne’s wife what her name was. I thought about two dependable guys that wore the BBC label who I could call before I realized that I left my phone at Betty and Duane’s apartment. As the brunette watched but made no overtures to either me or Duane, I decided not to hassle things and just considered myself to be one of the group. When they parked, we gathered things and walked to their first-floor room. While we waited for the husband to get the room re-keyed, the brunette’s told her that her husband’s named was pronounced “Duane” but spelled Dwayne. This would be the first of many instances where different streams inhabit similar waters but as of now, all we knew was that from the Alabama license plate that this couple was hot and prepared for it all.As Betty and I complimented the brunette on her stunning figure, she explained that she was once a waitress, now a masseuse, and a former contortionist. Wearing a black tee and jean skirt, she bound to the bed and proved her former athleticism was fact by putting the soles of her feet against the headboard and revealing her wet, shaved mound. I salivated and said, “Dancer, this is going to be a great night.” She said, “It better be. Tomorrow is our 34th wedding anniversary!” I audibly said, “Fuck” as this woman was so stunning and looked as if she were a professional athlete. Dancer explained that she and Dwayne knew each other from when he was in his second year of adolescence (they’ll censor the age), had married young, had increased their household to ten, and now in their grown-up years, were having “naked nights” frequently. They brought the family for parades but placed them upstairs away from their room. As we talked on the queen beds, the liquor flowed upon those who drank and it was a blessing that for me they chose a smoker’s hotel suite. A half-hour was taken and it was when I found out that Dwayne was a retired government-worker, ex-military, and saw himself the alpha that would make his woman do what she asked. He and I shared interests in podcasts and that southern upbringing not often tolerated in the 21st century. Dancer exited the bathroom after maybe four minutes. Again, the compliments flowed and as Dwayne began to turn down the hotel room’s light, I came out of my clothes. She looked at me and said, “I was prepared not to like you but karşıyaka escort you’re all right.” I was surprised. I know this thing and lifestyle has a quirkiness about it. A woman is offering her body and even if her mate or husband has control, it is her feelings that are paramount. Both of them might be running the same fantasy in their heads, but the slightest rule or thing unsaid could end a good vibe instantly. I’ve always been respectful of that, which is why I suffer little tact in making sure all parties know what they are there for and what I expect we’ll do. I don’t want the fantasy ruined with detail but it is just more real not to play games. Dancer continued, “I saw the three of you on the couch and got turned on with you fucking her. I still wasn’t sure whose woman she was. You invited us over and we declined but we reconsidered when you yelled that shit.” I recalled to what she was referring. Our earlier agreement was that Betty belonged to me, so, in the darkened theater, I was Betty’s “owner.” I had asked Duane somewhat loud, “Whose pussy is this?” I didn’t know that was a turn off for Dancer. She said, “Yeah. If you tried that shit on me, I would say “bye” and you’d have to leave.” I said, “I’m glad I had a second chance to make a first impression.” I laughed and told Duane, “See? That’s what I meant. That what I meant about the “cunt” comment.” Dancer reached out to ask what I was talking about and I said, “I can call women all kind of sluts but if I say cunt…” Dancer exploded. “Fuck no. No motherfucker. This motherfucker better never call me a cunt,” she said as she pointed at her husband. Dwayne said, “Right, but now get on that pad.”It was Dwayne’s show. Dancer gave a list of what wouldn’t happen. No bodily fluids in her mouth, no kissing above the neck, no fucking raw, no s**t or grosser shit. I still did not know where I stood but she mentioned a bothersome guy from the theater that didn’t get a hint. I knew the guy and told her his name. “Yeah. That fucking loser! Yeah.” She added, “This motherfucker followed us to the car and then traced us to this hotel.” She then began two from back home stories that involved times where Dwayne and she played with others but the guys didn’t catch a clue and showed up unannounced at their front door only to receive a .45 to their faces. The speed of her words and thickness of her Alabama accent made every twelfth word or so melt into two others, but there was something so rhythmic and earnest about her story that I intently gazed in her eyes. Returning to her original complaint, she said, “Plus, he wasn’t actually a BBC.” My cock was willing, able, and fucking ready for certain. Dancer moved towards the bed where Betty and Duane were and laid before them on her back. At this moment, Betty asked what I wanted her to do. I said, “Please this woman.” When Dwayne directed the couple to both go down on his wife, I told Duane, “Let’s have a toast to break our agreement so you can enjoy this woman to the fullest.” We touched plastic cups and as he and Betty approached Dancer’s gel-slicked pussy, I stood up with a hand-rolled and got in position where I could enjoy buca escort the view.I was fucking so turned on as I walked near the bed and saw how Duane and Betty licked and sucked the tiny lips of Dancer’s pussy. The moans and groans coming from this tiny woman had me shamelessly erect but I had not been invited to please this woman in the room. For a moment, I took their admonition that “We’re from Alabama so you know how this is” as possibly some negative reflection or crazy racial bag, yet here Dwayne was seeing my obviously stiff dick and having heard that BBC remark, I remained patient. Dancer wanted her fisting first, so she moved to the other bed. Betty retrieved a blue rubber glove from her backpack and as if she remembered where she left off, she completed the task begun at the theater. During their time at the theater while eating Dancer out, Betty had put lubed fingers in Dancer’s asshole and cunt. Now, she was able over the course of forty minutes to abuse this woman with her hands. Duane and Betty took turns licking the folds of Dancer’s pussy as she groaned with approval. I moved behind Betty and slipped my dick into her wet pussy. I timed my moves to the lick Betty gave to Dancer’s pussy. It was a maddening view and I stepped away. Dancer said, I want to watch you fuck her. I went back inside Betty while Dwayne and Dancer watched from the next bed. My balls ached as I wanted to cum but I held out that more was to come. Duane and Dwayne were playing with Dancer’s pussy when I rose to the other bed. I stood closer and Duane moved. I placed my mouth on Dancer’s pussy.Anticipation hardly described what I felt as I ran my tongue along the tiny folds of her pussy. I expected some smell or remnant of her squirting but neither the large white pad that Dwayne placed beneath her or the inner recesses of her pussy had a perceptible smell. Not being called to many play dates to eat pussy, this offering exceeded my expectations and as Dancer moved several times to grab the back of my head. I enjoyed eating her pussy as well. Her feet hovered as I pressed upon her thighs and her pussy arched in the air. Betty’s pussy was equally succulent but a previous injury from her Navy years prohibited her movement at times. However, Dancer’s flexibility drove my desire and with a throbbing, hard dick stabbing me in the stomach, I rose above her. She asked, “Raw or rubber?” I smiled and said, “Raw, thank you.”During all of this time from fisting to fucking, Dwayne, Dancer’s husband was loud and very vocal. He’d yell, “Are you my whore? Are you my filthy fuck pig? Tell me you’re a dirty slut!” He tug his dick furiously, inhale a liquid under his nose, and bark out commands for which Dancer would meekly respond, “Yes, sir.” However, Dancer was clearly in control when out of character, she would say, “He’s got a big dick. I’m going to need some of that.” As Betty and Duane also lifted themselves with the same substance back at the apartment, I knew the scent and quickly moved my head.Dancer’s pussy was even better fucking than it tasted. She knew how to bring herself pleasure and as she set her legs on my neck, my dick probed deep within izmir escort bayan her and the splashes of her cum on my legs and cock confirmed her pleasure. Out of the ether, Dwayne said, “Hold it.” He stood behind me and took pictures and then brought out a second white pad to put beneath us. I looked over to see Betty smiling because she knew what Dancer was experiencing; the pain of each stroke widening and plunging within her pussy sent my dick throbbing more intently. I took three breaks over two hours because I didn’t want to come just yet. During another smoke, she asked about my age. When she said that she was three years older than me, we almost hit the floor. Here’s a 52 year-old woman, a grandmother no less with a body a college student would envy.While Dwayne warmed up to touching Betty, Dancer confessed to me that he was a bottom and had hoped that Duane would rise to the challenge. Duane had brought the dick pump from his truck and perhaps as a result from other substances. The women went to the bathroom and when they returned, Dancer said, “Since she asked what the “alphabet d**g” was like, I gave her some. She’s going to need more dick.” I asked about her and she said that was what she was coming to the bed. I had pulled out on purpose because I was still reading the signals between the guys playing the alphas in the room but I was really at the point of no return. I asked where I should cum. She said she didn’t care. Fuck Yes!! I had been tantalized by the wetness of her pussy flowing on my balls, the beauty of her body bouncing back on my dick, her delicious moaning, and the sounds of me taking stroke after stroke. It wasn’t slow but it was deliberate and as she alternated no and yes, I flooded her pussy and my dick quaked as I drained myself inside of her. With my dick throbbing, she moved to clean up and as if this were a frequent occurrence, Dwayne said, “No. Wait. You stay there.” He grabbed his phone and commented on my dick against her skin. We lay on our sides and he said go back in her. The squishing sounds upsurged my erection and I went back in her hot pussy. Her walls grabbed me as if we were beginning and I cared little for what the couples were sniffing as I pounded Dancer’s amazing pussy to a rhythm in my head. It was clearly over twenty minutes as she cursed and moaned, and I soon came again and this time, Dance leapt from the bed leaking cum over the bed cover. We would fuck two more times that night. She lost count as to the orgasms we shared but it was definitely twenty or more during the six hours we spent there. One guy arrived to fuck Dancer when Betty and Duane left to get cigarettes but soon turned away. When they returned, Betty would fuck Dancer for a 30 minutes with the strap-on while we guys watched. Dwayne pumped Betty a few times but said that he wasn’t used to Dancer permitting him to fuck because she was jealous. I laughed because I knew Betty acted the same way about her husband. The party/gangbang/orgy didn’t get off the ground and as the clock drew to midnight, I didn’t think the couple wanted us to tag along for the anniversary. I went home deeply satisfied and resolved to always be real because I proved that you can get what you want by being consistent. Turns out though that I was a bad boy as Betty sent me a text 16 hours later that read, “I’m a jealous bitch because the new girl got all of your loads and you didn’t fuck my ass.”Second dates can be a good thing.

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