The doorbell rang and I breathed deeply to calm myself before I headed to the door.Opening the door slowly, I was met by the smiling faces of Mark and Sam, two of my good friends. "You're the first ones here," I said, suddenly shy.He was the youngest tonight, but at twenty one, he was only two years younger than I.I motioned them in and saw the last two guests coming down the hall. Raj moved with a soft grace, his toned brown skin looking great and his shoulder length black hair was pulled back, with a few strands escaping to frame his face. Raj's partner, Rick, was tan and toned and kept his hair shaven to his scalp. It had taken me two years to get up the courage to try this, to fulfill this desire that I had fantasized about almost daily. A black lace bustier edged in pink ribbon held my creamy size 38F breasts tightly and I slid a matching hipster over my shapely ass.I had reserved a suite at the luxurious Chaton Noir. I checked my reflection in the mirror, loving the way my undergarments accentuated my curves.He worked in security and looked intimidating, but I knew what a sweetheart he was.Raj and Rick were bisexual and although I knew they kept a mostly monogamous relationship, had readily agreed to assist me with my experiment at Chaton Noir.
At which point, any fatigue that these hairless beauties may have been feeling is quickly forgotten; with their thick, uncut shafts quickly making an appearance, as Blent teams up with Scott, whilst Chaton and Caress slurp on cock nearby.
I am not tiny, but I am proud of the curves that outline my silhouette.
I picked up my light blue jeans and slid them on, a little casual modesty for answering the door.
Given the amount of cock on offer, of course, it’s all very understandable; with Scott and Blent arguably proving the main centre pieces of action.
In the end, however, it’s Scott who wins outright as chief slut, allowing all three of his horned-up mates to spew over his face, before creaming out his own fine load…Join them!