She shuddered with more powerful orgasms while on her belly on the ottoman, rapidly becoming her favorite piece of furniture.
He freed his long cock to her long sigh. Then he repositioned Megan again to be sitting on her cute little bubble butt with the plug still firmly embedded in place. He presented the tip of his shiny wet member an inch from her lips. She inclined herself forward eagerly and engulfed him into the back of her throat, squirming her fully packed ass on the leather upholstery of the ottoman. Her head bobbed up and down on his prick, mouth tightly encasing him from the plumhead and swallowing to the balls on every suck. The rogue remained still, hands at his sides, while Megan did all the work. She could taste her cunt on him for the first minute as she slurped with genuine enthusiasm. She’d thought the night was over after the departure of Xavier, but in walked Fantasy Fuck #2 from the Haunted House Club.
Megan couldn’t see many details of his face because of the gel-mask and half-light, had only heard him speak two syllables, but he sure looked hot to her standing there with his impressive equipment jutting upright from his fly. Since the stranger wasn’t facefucking her like Xavier had it took her nearly fifteen or twenty minutes to coax what she wanted out of him. Finally he stepped back and his prick began to spit and spurt thick white torrents in her face. Megan caught as much of it in her mouth as possible, she loved drinking come from the source, but had to settle for lapping up the rest as it dribbled down. When his strong warm squirts ceased unfortunately more than half of his come dangled in sticky strings from her chin or had dripped onto her tits or ran between them, streaking down her flat tummy. Several oatmeal-like globs congealed on the tops her thighs.
It was not uncommon for her have an orgasm sucking a dick and her juice smeared the handle of the buttplug and left a stain on the ottoman by the time the rogue got his not inconsiderable rocks off. He breathed as heavily as she did at the conclusion of their unexpected unprecedented naughty encounter.
A digital camera came out of his pocket next and he snapped several photos, set the camera on ottoman, adjusted her on her knees. After nudging her shoulders forward a bit he turned her head so both her come covered face and the handle of the plug were in the shot. He stowed the camera after more pictures and got her seated again on the ottoman.
“Ohmigod,” she gasped, breasts juddering. “I hate to see all this protein going to waste, there should be a plastic spoon on that coffee table. If you’re interested. I’m not in any position to feed myself.”
The rogue found the utensil in a flash and spoonfed her every bite of the leftovers. Megan smacked her lips, requested another flute of champagne. The stranger may have been a rogue but he was a gentleman too. Thirty seconds later Megan was getting her drink on. The rogue tipped the bottom of the flute increasingly upward so she could guzzle down another entire glass since her hands remained tied behind her.
“Whew!” she said with a ladylike belch.
He set the empty glass on the table, reached inside his black jacket instead of one of the side pockets. After a switchblade, a buttplug and a digital camera Megan wondered what was going to be next. But in the dim light she saw him writing with a Sharpie on a scrap of paper. A love note? She doubted it very much, but her curiosity was as aroused as her tightly packed booty.
Didn’t this guy know how to talk? Who cared, she thought, the tremendously exciting rogue knew how to do other things. He put the pen away and held the paper up for her to read.
He’d written: Back in 5 mins. Leave it in your ass.
His eyes stared into hers to see if she understood. “I’ll leave it in all night waiting for you to get back, studley.”
He went over to Lisa sprawled on the couch napping. She had rolled onto her side with her back to the room. Her dress had ridden up over her ass and since the doorman had collected the two girls’ panties at the door Lisa’s naked pussy was all pooched out, her asshole reddened and enlarged from playing host to six silver orbs as big as ping pong balls, and God knows what else. The rogue shook his head and exited.
The door shut behind him. Megan sat nervously twitching her fat young ass on the ottoman awaiting his return. Then the door opened again almost immediately but it wasn’t the rogue standing in the doorway. Two big black dudes with shaven heads wearing baggy shorts five sizes too large and white gel-masks crept into the room. Despite the masks Megan recognized them as the men from the stage downstairs who had stuffed all the buttbeads into and drawn them out of Lisa’s anus an hour ago during an off the lease floorshow.
“That white boy’ll be back in no time. Hurry up, Antwan.”
“Hurry’s my middle name, Darrell, but it’s gonna take him a while to find what he axed the guy in the hall for,” snickered the other man as he approached Megan undoing his fly.
Megan realized the futility of crying out in a soundproof room. The two studied her briefly: from her shock widened eyes to the lovely pair of outstanding breasts and hairless kootch down to the pantyhose wound around her slim ankles.
Antwan smiled at Megan, “It smell like pussy bigtime up in heah, girlfriend. You musta been doing the nasty for a quite a while with them white boys, but it’s time to try some chocolate sticks for Halloween.”
“How about a dee pee, honey? And I don’t mean Dr. Pepper.”
Antwan laid down on his back, his ebony erection sticking up, and twisted poor Megan over on top of him and spread her knees wide enough to accommodate himself. His tumescence buried itself to the hilt in one clean stroke inside her juicy pussy and she groaned loudly, her hands still tied behind her. Antwan sucked Megan’s pink upthrust nipples and rapidly jammed himself in and out of her squishing cunt.
Darrell grinned at the sight of the buttplug handle nestled in between Megan’s asscheeks. “Ah, man, this is tight! Slow down, son, this bitch got junk in her trunk. There’s a little obstruction back here.” When he withdrew the plug it sounded like a cork popping from an old wine bottle followed by a demure brrpt, the obligatory fart Megan had come to expect her anus to expel when a man uncorked her. “I was wrong, this a big obstruction.”
He placed the buttplug on the ottoman and poked his massive equipment almost all the way inside her gaping asshole. A few strokes later Darrell sheathed himself all the way thanks to the helpful toy that enabled him to start moving more quickly, like a human jackhammer. Antwan and he got a terrific tandem rhythm going, out of her pussy and up her ass, and vice versa. Megan
figured this probably wasn’t the first time they double penetrated a writhing little young white girl, perhaps Lisa had experienced the same thing onstage and Megan missed it, preoccupied with the spurious vampire Xavier and his magic wand.
Megan was incredulous at the two men’s masterful dual power and she purred in ecstasy. What a night of firsts, she thought, the end of my ‘exit only’ era and a vigorous threesome with two black guys sandwiching me. She’d never let a brother test drive her pussy before and now she had a double shot of men of color. They pummeled her unmercifully and she screamed as wave upon wave of gut wrenching orgasms washed over her entire body.