The blond-ginger college jock-stud who’d gotten into our three-way dance pulled us all close, leaned-in, and shouted over Gonna Make You Sweat pounding in the background: “See that hairy daddy on the banquette over there alone? He’ll pay a thousand dollars cash if you’ll all fuck me.”
I immediately pulled back and I felt Daniel react like he was going to pull away too; but Kent had his arm around both of our sweaty shoulders and held us as he shouted back at the equally sweaty smooth young stud whose body shined in the strobes as his muscles rolled under perfectly white skin: “It would have to be six; and no cameras or other recording.”
I was shocked but Kent threw me a look that I knew meant, GO WITH THIS. Daniel was as shocked as I was and was looking from Kent to the young pimp/prostitute/panderer to me and over across the room to the “daddy” the boy had called-out.
That boy just threw his head back in laughter as he kept grinding against us and held the beat. Good! I thought. That's Kent’s strategy; price us out.
The boy shouted back, “He told me not to go over five,” and let go of my and Kent’s necks and grabbed our well-packed pouches, “but I want THESE all three,” and swiveled without letting go and rubbed his amazing bugle butt against Daniel’s bulge, “and I’ll convince him.” He turned and twerked his bare strapped butt against my pouch and then Kent’s and hooked arms with Daniel and danced us across the floor to his very comfortably-waiting daddy whose mouth had the slightest up-turn of satisfaction at the corner.
Said “daddy” was sitting with his arms spread across the back of the bench, his pelt-covered muscular thighs about as wide as could be, and his eye-catching bulge prominent in a white “FUCK” jock-strap with black lettering. Both the complement and contrast to his naturally-dark skin, perfect Speedo tan-lines, and the head-to-toe thick curly black fur pelt was stunning … or it was just his thickly-muscled physique and arresting Omar Sharif looks circa Dr. Zhivago and The Yellow Rolls Royce.
The light ginger threw a dramatically muscled thigh over and plopped and straddled his lap and began to lap-dance him; oh how that muscle-jock’s butt ground on that obscene daddy-bulge as daddy’s hands came to rest on his boy’s hips with the reflexive hold of ownership. “I’m afraid I’ve over-spent daddy’s max allowance,” he yelled above the unrelenting music and cocked his head back so “daddy” could lick his sweaty neck.
The hairy daddy looked amused after licking a long swipe up the boy’s dripping neck; oh how my dick confined painfully as it stirred in my black Red Hot swimmer jock. Daddy then kissed his boy’s hard sweaty pec. “Have you gone above double?” he asked in a stern tone.
The boy began to say he hadn’t but Kent quickly stepped-in and shouted, “No; just double. Ten grand. And you pay our hotel bill. AND no recordings!”
The daddy took one hand away from the boy and ran it down Kent’s moist abs to his sweaty jock-strap waist-band. His appraising stare swept across first Daniel then me; he lingered on my racing strips and I knew the deal was likely off. Then he turned to Kent. “With the hotel that is far exceeding double the boy’s allowed spend. The boy will be punished … in some appropriate way; later. Whew! I thought. This will make a great story.
Then the sugar daddy surprised me. He took his other hand closest to me and hefted my straining bulge. “But he has chosen well.” He gave the boy’s other pec a kiss and then removed the hand that had he left it any longer would have caused my dick to force its way out right there amid a throng of writhing sweaty bodies. And he slapped the boy’s white butt-cheek; the boy yelped but mostly with delight and the daddy’s big hand was imprinted in red. “Daddy” turned back to Kent. “I accept the terms. You will be paid when my car arrives; you may accompany us or follow as you choose.”
Daniel turned to me and mouthed, “BONZA!”
I was in utter shock.
Kent again called the play when we got outside into the spring night air’s sting against our sweat even now clothed again. A stunning white Rolls Royce Dawn was waiting with a short but built suited younger middle-eastern man beside it who opened the passenger door; he didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised to see the three of us but he did look us over. “We go to our hotel,” my husband forcefully told ‘Rashid’,” as we’d been introduced on the way out of the club. “And you Venmo or Zelle it to us before we go up to our room; we’re not dealing with that much cash.”
The driver was young and held a fat leather wallet. “Put that away Ahmed,” Rashid the daddy told him, “and Zelle this man ten thousand.” Ahmed reacted and began to question but was silenced with a look and a word. “Quickly!” Then he added this wind off the sea as we still sweat and now again in our clothes is not healthy.” I didn’t correct him that it was the ocean not a sea as Ahmed got the details from Kent and completed his task.
When it was done Kent held his phone out and showed us with a shit-eating grin. I was still to astonished to speak; but I admit that the received cash excited me too. Daniel just grinned. Kent said, “We Ubered from the Ritz Carlton; we would be delighted to ride with you if we are not crowding you.” Rashid waived that off and Ahmed steeped to the car in the open door and pulled the seat forward for us to take the rear seat. “And lest we bore and inconvenience Ahmed why don’t we have him join young Ben here with us?”
Okay Kent was going the whole hog.
Rashid’s face turned to a wide and approving grin. “Ahmed!” he barked.
“Sir?”
“Would you enjoy these three white American cocks?”
Daniel piped-up. “Two American dongers and one AusTRYlian; IF you don’t mind!”
“With my apology Daniel” Rashid said and dramatically bowed his head. He turned back to his driver. “These three handsome international studs’ cocks?”
“As you offer sir,” he said with less enthusiasm than we are accustomed to, “I accept.”
Rashid returned his gaze to Kent. “We agreed to go to your hotel. Ahmed will have one item which we cannot leave in the car with a valet.” He looked to Ahmed. Ahmed bent displaying a luscious butt under exactingly-tailored pants; but it was not fully in view as his coat-tails were impairing the full appreciation somewhat. My mouth was watering but then he pulled his left pant-leg up and displayed an ankle bolster and substantial-looking pistol; my mouth went dry. Not all men from New Jersey are Sopranos characters. “It is for our protection; but I did not wish to surprise you.”
Daniel had moved against me and was now trembling. “Well you certainly did!” I said sternly.
“With my apologies, sir.” It was Rashid in a newly deferential tone. “You understand my motive for the disclosure and to seek your permission in the event that you would object to having such an object in your hotel room while we — “
“I certainly — “
Kent cut me off. If you allow me to take it now and to lock the gun in our safe when we arrive at our room I will return it when you leave.”
To say I was shocked would be a vast understatement! Daniel was clutching my arm and was leaning against my back still trembling. To say I was surprised that my husband would consider touching a gun much less that he seemed completely at ease would be under-stating it.
“Ahmed,” Rashid said without hesitation and nodded his head in Kent’s direction.
“As you say sir.” He bent and in a quick motion removed the holster and presented it and the pistol to Kent holding the butt out and the barrel pointed at himself. I flinched and Daniel clutched my arm tighter. “Sir.”
Kent took it as if he was taking a book, examined the exposed area, removed his shirt, and wrapped the gun in it. “The safety is on,” he said simply to Daniel and to me. To Rashid he said, “Shall we go?”
We fit comfortably in the luxurious interior of the Rolls. I wanted to ask Kent what he was thinking; these strangers’ intent may be nefarious to say the least. When we were seated in the rear Kent had his arm around Daniel’s shoulders and squeezed mine on Daniel’s far side with his strong hand; I knew that was his reassurance but I was not comfortable in the least. Yet the cool but night air washed the anxiety away as we were whisked in that magnificently luxurious chariot through quiet streets and the highway and then more streets back south to our hotel.
When we arrived at the hotel and were going through the lobby Rashid reminded me that we should stop at the desk; he was to pay our hotel bill after all. I’d been preoccupied first by the gun wrapped in Kent’s shirt under his arm; then by a few too-appreciative glances at my husband’s bared torso. Without hesitation Rashid informed the desk that he would be taking care of his “friends’ charges in full; no limitations,” and Ahmed passed an American Express black card over. The front desk night manager whom we had met briefly on our way out gave a brief plausibly-deniable smirk but efficiently dispatched his task and confirmed that our credit card had been replaced as he retuned the card to Ahmed. He added, “You gentlemen enjoy your night,” with an undisguised leer that was not deniable and didn’t faze Rashid.
In our suite Kent commanded, “Wait here,” and went into the bedroom.
As we stood in the living room Rashid smiled and said, “I saw you were not the usual club trash,” and gave a sweeping glance around the suite. “Would you tell me about your surgeries?” He’d seen my racing stripe which ravages my torso and hadn’t commented before but had given it notice. “Bypass?”
Kent surprised me by answering as he returned to the living room; the shirt and its contents were not with him. “Trauma in an auto accident five years ago.” He arrived at my side and wrapped an arm around me tightly. “Worst thing I’ve ever been through not knowing for months if my husband would recover; worse for him doing the hard work of recovering. But here we are all hale and hearty; no pun intended.”
“In my country and culture even a man of influence and power would be unable to speak openly of such things when it was another man. You are not only a lucky three-some you are lucky to live in a country where you are free to be true to yourselves.”
That ineloquent affirmation moved me. “Thank “
“How about we start the festivities?” Daniel asked and reached out and took hold of Ben’s very inviting butt. “Let’s get you out of these pants again,” he added.
“BOTH fuck-boys undress!” Kent commanded. “And would you like a drink?” he asked Rashid as if two young studs weren’t about to take three dicks.
Rashid chuckled. “Bottled still water if you have it available.”
Kent motioned to him and to Daniel and me to make ourselves comfortable and went to the bar. “Refrigerated or room temperature? And in a glass or in the bottle?”
Rashid said, “Do you mind if I make myself comfortable for the proceedings as well?” and motioned to his clothing. “And a glass of refrigerated bottled water would be ideal.”
“You naked as well would be ideal,” I added with a smirk and removed my own shirt again and kicked off my shoes and started on my shorts.
The “fuck-boys” were undressed; and what inviting specimens they were. We had already seen Ben nearly naked; his jock-bod was flawless and with his jock-strap now off his well-manicured blond bush and hanging un-cut endowment and hairless balls completed the package. Ahmed on the other hand was all compact muscle and fur; combined with a heavy thick very dark dick swinging long and low over heavy hairy tangerine-sized balls all of which looked ridiculously oversized on his small frame. Unlike Ben’s ample over-hang Ahmed was very neatly cut; his head was enormous and looked pink compared to his dark brown shaft-skin.
“They are both magnificent offerings no?” Rashid asked with pride as he discarded his expensive linen slacks. Ahmed immediately retrieved and folded them as he had with Rashid’s expensive shirt.
Rashid was not unremarkable himself as we’d seen earlier. Muscled and thick from neck to calves, even furrier than Ahmed and so much more than any of us, and hung like a prized bull we also knew already from seeing his straining pouch earlier. But when he discarded it now and that monster uncoiled even Kent mouthed ‘wow’.
Rashid settled into one of the plush gray chairs without concern for his bare sweaty ass on the fine fabric. Again he spread wide to accommodate his formidable endowment which hung over the edge and seemed intent on nearing the floor.
“They are as are you,” Kent answered and handed him a crystal tumbler full with his water. Kent was the only one of us not undressed by that point and Rashid looked pointedly at his big bulge in his shorts.
“Do not become distracted by me; I am a spectator only both by choice but also by necessity.”
Before he could elaborate or we could ask Ben spoke. “His cock doesn’t work; when I take care of him with my mouth and hands he stays that soft; but man does he squirt! That’s why he likes to see me get properly fucked; because he won’t.”
“The boy’s tongue is loose but his kus is not,” Rashid said with amusement. “Still he speaks the truth. I do not pollute my body with drugs and without them my qadib no longer rises.”
“Will we have the honor of enjoying seeing your boy take care of you?” It was Daniel again surprising me. “Or may one of us?”
“Why don’t we go into the bedroom and make ourselves comfortable?” Kent asked sensibly. “And Rashid if you are open we all may show our appreciation for your generosity in ways that will please you as well as your boy and your man here. I am correct that Ahmed is more than your chauffeur and body-guard?”
We were all going into the large adjoining bedroom as Rashid answered. “You are correct; Ahmed is my man-servant, chaiffeur, chef, and my protection. And as to my pleasures let us see what evolves for all of us.”
Kent set the tone by pushing Ahmed hard and flinging the little muscle-stud onto the big bed face down with his gloriously furry butt up. “Hell yeah,” Ben cried and threw himself onto the bed on his back; landing with his legs splayed and his dick hard and jutting already.
Kent was on Ahmed with his hands roughly spreading those furry mounds of muscle and his face shoved into his hairy trench inhaling loudly. “Mmmmmmmm!” Ahmed moaned in a most un-masculine way but quickly caught himself and groaned in a deeper tone.
Daniel and I took Ben; Daniel at his hole and me tea-bagging him. “Fuckin’ right!” the boy cried, “these big tanks deserve some serious attention,” he said between lapping and gently sucking at my heavy balls. Daniel raised Ben’s legs and gave his prinstinely smooth hole a look and a sniff before licking a wide swipe from tail-bone to ball-sac. Ben moaned gutterally and my balls vibrated excitedly. Daniel went to work on his hole aggressively and the jock’s moans became louder; my balls were the beneficiary.
Kent was positioning himself to enter Ahmed; he was planking over the smaller man and rubbing his monster hard-in along his spit-slicked crack. He’d pause and press into the body-guard’s pucker with each swipe; Ahmed’s moans would morph to a grunt when the pressure was applied. Kent turned his head with a smirk to Rashid as he pushed harder and Ahmed’s grunt became a shriek as he punched through. Rashid was palming his soft massive dick as he looked on with clear arousal in his eyes but that huge dick still flopped.
Inspired by my husband’s penetration I moved and positioned my hard-on at the boy’s mouth. He eagerly took it in and easily worked my fat knob and shaft all the way to his throat. With an expert swallow I passed that obstruction and the boy’s nose was in my crack. “Banza!” Daniel exclaimed. “This one’s well-trained.” I glanced again at Rashid’s huge dick and remembered Ben saying he pleasured his master.
I was too distracted by Ben’s expert throating of my dick, my husband’s slow conquering of Ahmed’s hole, and Daniel positioning himself to do the same to my cock-sucker to complete my thought of empathy for Rashid and his non-hardening dick. As Daniel pressed in Ben pushed back and Daniel exclaimed, “Randy bung-hole on this one!”
Ben had been moaning around my dick and grunted as he impaled himself and met Daniel’s thrust. He momentarily came off me long enough to say, “Fuck me ozzy daddy!” which I frankly found hysterical. To keep from laughing I shoved Ben’s head back where it belonged and began thrusting into his mouth and throat as Daniel built-up a pace of his own at the other end.
Ahmed was not quiet but there were no words from him either; his moans and grunts and gasps matched Kent’s thrusts. Kent encouraged him. “Take that big white cock! The infidel owns your hole now and will use it until you’re cunted and sopping with American seed in your guts.
Rashid startled me by chiming-in. “He is your meat to do with as you please; and my hope is he pleases you well and inspires you to fully use him.”
“Come on boy; work my rod and get my balls ready to fill you up,” I heard myself saying and almost laughed at my own words. But I was skull-fucking the jock-stud soundly as he glugged, groaned, and occasionally choked; and Daniel was pounding his lower hole with even more abandon.
I reached down and began roughly tweaking Ben’s nipples and he immediately moaned much louder and his body shook. I kept at it and twisted and pinched until his body bucked violently and his dick throbbed and then spewed a massive load of cum all over himself and my stomach, groin, and legs. His moans were muffled shrieks as he writhed and his mouth was slack around me which I considered safer. But he’d reached up and had grabbed my bag and was clenching it aggressively; the way that gets me off. I jerked myself out of his mouth and out of his grasp and panted and fought to stem the build-up that had me on the edge; after all I’d contracted to fill his ass not his throat.
About that time Daniel began tensing and his thrusts went to stabbing slams before he buried himself and groaned loud and long and pumped-out into Ben. “Oh FUCK yeah!” the jock cried. “Daddy it feels like he’s blasting a gallon into my pussy; YOUR pussy daddy!”
Rashid groaned and added, “Mmmmmm.”
Kent commented, “My turn next in your bitch of a body-guard; gonna cunt him!”
“Do it!” the master of ceremonies growled. “And Daniel; come here.”
Kent began thrusting into Ahmed with such force that the bed shook and he grunted in plaintive moans with each slam. I pivoted Ben like a break-dancer on his back so I could continue to watch Kent’s pelvis colliding with Ahmed’s muscular butt-cheeks and making them ripple and also Daniel’s pert butt as he strode over to Rashid. When Daniel got close Rashid pulled him to him with a big paw on one cheek and swallowed his still-dripping softening dick. “FUCK!” Daniel gasped.
Rashid came off him long enough to say, “If only I were able sexy man!” and went back to it. Daniel braced himself with a hand on the rich cock-sucker’s shoulder and threw his head back; Rashid obviously had some skills and I knew Daniel recharged quickly.
Seeing our boy get his freshly-fucked knob cleaned caused my balls to boil; Ben suddenly grabbing them and saying, “Yeah daddy? You gonna fill me next with your huge daddy cock?” and giving me a strong-gripped squeeze ignited them.
“Gonna flood you boy!” I snarled and drove into him hard and deep. He stretched but was tight around me as he wailed with the intrusion.
Ahmed was grunting and speaking some words which were foreign to me as Kent banged his guts like I slammed Ben. As my climax exploded with a loud groan from me Kent took in a loud breath and exhaled a loud growl that vaguely sounded like, “Take it!” and then morphed to extreme grunts in time to slower but more brutal slams into Ahmed’s hole as I pumped my seed into Ben.
“Sooooooooo fuckin’ good!” Ben cooed and then suddenly began shooting his own load a second time up his smooth-muscled torso. He was awash in his own cum-loads!
“Fuck yeah hon! You did him right!” Kent enthused and reached over to me and pulled me in for a kiss while we both slowly pumped our bottoms and drained our last.
Rashid leaned back stroking Daniel’s fully hard length again. “Your turn with my man Daniel,” he told him. To us, “Come let me taste both my boy and my man on you.”
We both dismounted and Daniel took Kent’s position but turned Ahmed to his side and pulled his knees to his chest. “Only way I can follow my daddy’s monster donger is to control the friction,” he said looking at Ahmed’s creamy gape. As he pushed into Ahmed who moaned anew Rashid continued his stage direction. “Benjamin qalbi Ahmed will clean your aldiyk walkurat but only my tongue in your kus.”
Ben quickly got to his knees, scrambled around Ahmed and to standing on the floor, and had his dick in Ahmed’s face. I was looking back watching Daniel begin pumping Ahmed and Ahmed begin sucking Ben until Rashid’s big hand had my dick in it and gently pulled me closer next to my husband. He held both of us and looked appraisingly and then smiled up to us. “Three fine men my boy has found. Two hung like stallions.” With that he swallowed me first and I knew what Daniel had moaned about. I was more than half-hard and Rashid’s throat opened and took me in like I was sliding in a hot buttery tunnel. I reached out and clamped my hand on Kent’s shoulder as I gasped; he met my open mouth and kissed me passionately and through the point where Rashid’s hand replaced his mouth on my shaft and Kent gasped in our kiss.
“Fucker’s tight!” Daniel called and I heard a slap. I looked back and saw the end of a high-five with Ben who was holding Ahmed’s head with his other hand as he thrust his hips and grinned. “Muscle control is off the chain to be this tight after Kent’s monster cock!”
Ben said, “I want that one too. He go again?”
“For a right sexy piece like you? No question!” Daniel answered. “If Rashid doesn’t get him off now.”
“Rashi daddy please may I have Ken’s cock and load?” I fought the urge to correct my husband’s name.
Rashid was again palming both of us and called back, “For you anything qalbi. He is quite the stallion as are all these men; you have chosen very well my beloved.”
“You want my spoof don’t ya driver-man?” I heard Daniel say. “That bum of yours is working it like ya want the full cream I’ll say!” Just before I felt Rashid return his mouth back to my dick I felt his breath on my balls and pubes and heard him say, “Fill him!”
“Fuck yeah Med; just like that and I’m gonna bust again!” Ben cried enthusiastically. “Yeah buddy come on I’m almost there.” Then it was just moans, gasps, and gulps from that direction over the backdrop of Daniel slapping into Ahmed’s ass. The joy of youth and seemingly limitless virility! I thought
Daniel continued the trend. “Yeah mate gonna add mine. Gonna fill … Ohhhhhhhh nnnggfhhhhhhhh,” he grunted and the slapping stopped as he just ground spasmodically.
“Fuckin’ A!” Ben yelled.
Rashid called the next play. “Benjamin Kent will now grant your wish. And if your kus treats him very well I will allow Ahmed to do the same.”
“Oh yes daddy!” Ben said in an almost school-girl voice.
To Kent Rashid said, “If you wouldn’t mind.” Kent was gone in a flash and I heard two bodies hit the bed and a growl I knew to be my husband and a yelp I would bet serious money on meant he was going in hot. To me Rashid asked, “Might I enjoy some reciprocation from you? It is rare that a man of your masculinity is willing to service my useless … “
I stopped him cold. “I’d be honored to enjoy your beautiful huge dark dick,” I said and took him in my hand as I sunk to my knees. He was heavier than Kent soft and he was gooey from pre-cum which had puddled on the floor between my knees.
“Ahmed!” Rashid called over my head. And then he gave a quick command in a language I didn’t understand; Ahmed responded in what was obviously acknowledgment.
I tasted Rashid’s tip and got the flavor of his pre and then enveloped his soft huge dick fully. It was so large that soft it hit the back of my throat and fully filled my mouth. I looked up and saw his head back. I took his huge balls in my hand and saw his head snap down toward me with a serious look. As I gently rolled him his glare softened and then pleasure spread and he again leant his head back.
In the background as I worked that big spongy dick and those bull balls I heard Ben squealing and Kent pounding; Kent was unusually quiet and I didn’t know until later that Daniel was straddling Ben and Kent was sucking him clean.
Kent’s second load was slow coming as was Rashid’s first. My mouth and hands were giving it everything I had and young Ben’s plaintive moans told that his hole was feeling it too. I was beginning to feel that we might end our play on a sour note when suddenly Rashid began stroking my head and hair and speaking again in a language I didn’t understand. At the same time his dick drool increased by a huge volume. He moaned and then louder and his stroking my head became a grip.
At the same time I heard Kent’s grunts of effort louder and Ben’s moans louder followed by, “Holy hell man that’s gonna split me open!” I knew the sublime feeling of Kent’s hard-on expanding as he nears release and how truly terrifying it was that first time when I thought I couldn’t stretch any more.
Rashid was panting and keening and holding my head so tight my hair was pulling out; not great since it’s thinning alarmingly! And then the flood of his acrid thick load filled my already-full mouth and I swallowed desperately but felt his seed escaping and dripping onto my hands on his big balls which were fighting to pull up in my tight grip.
“FUCK TAKE IT!” I heard Kent growl behind us and Ben moaning louder. I heard the grunts I knew to be my husband pumping his jizz as I continued to struggle to swallow as much of Rashid’s deluge as I could; and Ben’s moans changed to a laugh.
“What’s funny boy?!” Rashid snapped in a panting breath.
“I’m happy daddy. Thank you daddy. I love you so much Rashi,” he said with very credible intonation.
Rashid’s grip on my hair relented and he caressed my face. “I am too qalbi. Very much so.” Rashid pulled me up and bent to meet my lips as I heard a body groan I knew to be Kent’s and a roll and flop onto the bed. Before Rashid’s lips met mine he asked, “May I?”
I pulled him in and kissed him deeply; I wanted to show him how much it meant to me that I could give him pleasure. His tongue was ravenous in my cummy mouth and the kiss was damn hot. When he pulled away he held my gaze and invited caressing my stubbly face. Finally when I was almost fidgety he said simply, “Thank you. Than you for it all.”
Then he got up and went to the bed. When I turned Daniel had his back against the wide tall headboard and one hand on Kent’s sweaty shoulder who lay sprawled at the far edge of the bed. Next to him Ben was on his back and Ahmed on his stomach. As Rashid neared Ben pulled his knees to his chest and Ahmed reached back and pulled his hairy butt-cheeks apart. Both of their holes were frothy; and Rashid dove in. First was Ben who cried, “Oh yes daddy,” as Rashid slurped at his hole. I had a perfect vantage point to watch the big master slurping out both his boys’ freshly-fucked holes but Kent motioned in the air with his arm and I went to him.
As Rashid moved to Ahmed’s fur-rimmed hole and Ahmed sighed yet another foreign affirmation I managed to get enough of the edge of the bed next to Kent to sit and put my own hand on his other sweaty shoulder. I felt his heart still pounding and his sweat; and I felt his clammy hand warm on mine and saw he was holding Daniel’s the same way.
Rashid slurped and snorted loudly; his very thick five o’clock shadow was creamy when he raised his head. “I will tip you very well for this night,” he said and got to his feet.
“You’ve done more than necessary,” Kent said without rising. “In fact we intend to return our hotel bill to our credit card in recognition of the enjoyment we’ve had. My breath caught; the accountant in me didn’t let money go so easily.
Rashid gave a quick look around and then came to our side of the bed; he looked at all three of us as he spoke. “In my culture a man’s word is his bond. A deal struck is a deal to be concluded by both parties. You have delivered beyond expectation; please do not shame me by denying me the opportunity to do the same.”
I spoke before Kent’s magnanimity cost us about eight grand. “Certainly we would not knowingly do such a thing. But please reconsider the tip. A deal was struck as you said; the satisfaction of exceeding expectation is our reward.” Looking at him again as he took only a moment before answering I was again impressed by his size (over-all), his physique, his bearing, his fur, and his impressive size (down there). “That and the honor of being chosen to give you pleasure,” I added.
I inhaled the room’s thick aroma of sweat, cum, and multiple types of man-musk. It went straight to my balls and I briefly considered another round.
He smiled then. “Again I thank you all and thank you specifically Al. Now may we utilize your shower before we depart? As much as I would like to carry your scent and remnants of our persons I would prefer to leave with as much dignity as a departure at this hour may afford.”
Kent said, “I thought I heard you say that Ahmed was to use Ben?”
”Ahhhhhh,” Rashid said with a grin. “Ahmed!” he barked. “You may now relieve yourself in my boy as a reward for your fine service.
Ahmed went fully hard in no time; he was nearly my size and impressive. Ben scrambled onto his back and clamped his legs around Ahmed’s hairy lower back. “Come on Med; there’s still plenty of cum lubing me up and I can take it.”
Ahmed growled and stabbed into Ben’s swollen cunt. The latter groaned and grabbed his fucker’s shoulders and yelled, “Fuck yeah!”
Ahmed lasted perhaps three minutes before he gasped and slammed one last hard thrust into Ben. “That’s it. Give it all to me!” Ahmed held position and grunted for almost as long as he’d pumped before finally withdrawing.
Daniel was on the move and asked Rashid hurriedly, “May I?” When Rashid nodded our boy hungrily slurped the chauffeur clean and then without asking again dove into Ben’s cummy cunt who squealed with delight. I watched aroused but content in my husband’s arms; and I continued to be high on the heady scent of filthy acts among men.
When Daniel was done he came eagerly to us and we had a tasty slimy three-way kiss. The hint of yet another foreign flavor of cum was tantalizing.
Rashid who’d been stroking his boy’s chest and face asked, “About that shower?”
Daniel moved away from our lips and offered, “Or you could kip here with us until a more respectable departure time. Six will be tight … in an enjoyable way in this bed.”
Our guest politely declined the offer. They showered, dressed, were returned their weapon from the safe, and departed with thanks and manly stink remaining with us. When we awoke very late in the morning and rushed down the hall to the club room to breakfast with five minutes to spare we still carried that stink of the night before. We sat on the balcony and the concierge wouldn’t leave us alone; in a very dignified way of course. When asked about our night Kent said, “LOADS of fun.” Daniel said, “Banza!” And I said, “Profitable.” The concierge raised his eye-brow but didn’t ask.
When we returned to our suite I noticed a finely embossed brilliant white card on the credenza where two of our phones lay from the night before. Rashid’s name and a 305 number were on the front in elegant crisp black font. On the back, “Anything, any time,” and it was signed by him. I wonder . . .
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