Chapter 4
Sheree Edwins was disgusted with her own agent. Lately he had been getting slipshod, giving her crummy assignments the like of which she had never received, even at the beginning. It was all because of that bastard, Ivor Goodson. She had told Goodson she had no intention of posing for any more of his porn, and that she was perfectly capable of getting jobs with the good photographers other than himself, no matter how much influence he had with them. She was much in demand by the various companies for whom she had modeled at one time or another, and it was because of this she had gotten some good jobs without Ivor Goodson's help. But her agent, being a long-time friend of Goodson, was not doing her career any good. Hell! She had five more years at best, and then her modeling days would be over.
Sheree had lots of money in the bank and even more money invested in various ways, but she wanted more. She would have loved a film career other than the triple-x jobs Ivor had put her in at the start of her modeling days. However she was smart enough to realize she was as bad an actress as she was a good model.
It was time to change agents, and from what she had heard, Marty Charles was supposed to be one hell of an up-and-coming agent. So she had called Marty and asked him to come to her Long Island home. Marty, she knew, was no different from other men when it came to seduction, and seduction was a game at which Sheree was very good.
She had honey-blonde hair, all natural, not bleached, and her face was something that looked as if it had been put together by a man who made delicate things out of crystal. She had wide-set blue eyes, high cheekbones, a narrow, short nose, and small but sensuous lips inside a heart-shaped face. Her honey-blonde hair was long and swept down her back, while she had a wave on top to cover her high forehead. Her thirty-four (B)-twenty-two-thirty-three measurements hadn't changed from the day she had first started working as a model.
Sheree would have been able to make the seduction scene very easily by herself, but she decided Charles would try even harder for her if he knew he'd be taking on two top models instead of one, both of whom wanted him as an agent, and both of whom wanted him for his body.
Valencia DeMoine was the top black model in the business, and she was also disgusted with her agent, who, it turned out, was Sheree's agent. Valencia was slimmer than Sheree, with smaller breasts. Her face had slightly wider nostrils, brown eyes, and very full lips, and her hair was cut African style, very short. She had another seven to eight years in the modeling business, and she was looking for better than that which she had, so when Sheree spoke to her about their changing agents, Valencia was more than agreeable.
That particular afternoon, Valencia was at Sheree's home, and the two of them were wearing bikinis. Valencia's was all-white, and Sheree's was a brilliant red. The two of them were in the large solarium when Marty was shown in by Sheree's maid. They were lying on cast-iron chaises covered with vinyl padding, which in turn were covered by cotton blankets to make certain their flesh didn't stick to the vinyl. The sun streamed in through the overhead crystal roof.
"Hi, Marty," Sherry greeted. "You remember Valencia, don't you? She's the top black model around."
"I know the both of you quite well," Marty nodded. He was wearing a blue suit with a matching tie and a white shirt.
"Hey, get out of the jacket and pour yourself a drink," the beautiful blonde invited, sweeping her left hand toward the small bar behind her.
"Got any carrot juice?" Marty asked.
"Man, you have to be kidding," Valencia laughed.
"Nope!" Marty responded, removing his jacket, letting the girls see that under his white shirt there rippled muscles the like of which none of them had enjoyed for quite some time, having made it with either very rich, paunchy millionaires who owned the many companies for which they modeled, or the slender male models who, if blown on too hard, would dry up and fly away.
"Man, you have some set of biceps," Valencia said, licking her full lips.
"Thanks," Marty nodded. "Now let's get down to business."
He sat on a third chaise, but he leaned forward at the end of the chaise instead of sitting back like the two women. He was well aware they were giving him the seduction treatment, but he was also smart enough to know it was a good thing to get business out of the way, first.
"Our contracts with our present agent came to an end two months ago," Sherry told him. "We're looking for an agent who has our best interests at heart. After looking around, Valencia and I thought it might be a good idea to give you a try. You're still up-and-coming, but you know enough of the top studios and photographers so that you'll be able to do us some good. We know that you have a few good models to date, but we'll be your really first-class models. Interested?"
"I'd be an ass not to be interested," Marty nodded. "I take the usual ten percent commission," opening a brief case he had brought with him. "I have the standard contracts here, and if you want, I'll make it for one year, renewable if mutually agreed on."
"Good deal," Valencia nodded.
He handed them the standard contracts, which they looked over and signed. Then they handed the contracts back to him, and Sherry said, "That crystal ceiling really makes the sun come in here very hot."
Marty looked up for a moment, but the sun almost scorched his eyeballs, making him look down immediately. His eyes ran down along their bodies as they rose to their feet, resting on the tiny bikini bottoms which were at eye level.
The slight protuberance of their pubic mounds in addition to the minute indentation in each cloth at the point where each pair of pussylips divided, was now delightfully presented to the agent's widely bulging, hungry eyes, and as they moved closer, he became hungrier. Something caught his eye and he stared more closely at the leg band of Valencia's white bikini. His hard cock suddenly began wildly jerking and shuddering as it stiffened as he realized that even against her black skin he was able to make out three or four pubic curls as they peeped out from the white, restricting cloth. It pressed against the black, tantalizing thigh of smooth flesh, and Marty felt his mouth water.
Valencia noticed where his gaze was focused and she smiled, feeling a little twinge of delightedly blissful anticipation deep down in her growling belly. She and Sheree had agreed to seduce the man, but he was making it so easy for them, as if falling into their hands. Well, what the hell, have a little fun with the white dude first.
"Sheree," she asked out loud, "what do you think our new agent is looking at?" She asked it out loud as if the man was meant to overhear her without actually being included in their conversation.
"Might be a good idea if I saw for myself," Sheree laughed, and she walked over to where Marty was sitting and squatted so that her head was beside his before he had a chance to jerk his eyes away in nervous embarrassment. She stared straight up between Valencia's invitingly sculptured loins.
"You know," she said out loud, grinning, "I think he's staring at those lovely black little pussy hairs of yours. They're sticking out both sides of the bikini crotch."
She was laughing inwardly, noting the look of curiosity on Marty's face as his wide eyes raced from the body of one woman to that of the other. Then Sheree reached out toward the black woman's slightly parted thighs. This would get him, but good.
"Do you want me to tuck those hairs back in for you?" she asked, her slender, red-nailed fingers stopping barely two inches short of the white cloth.
Marty had been prepared for them to tease him a little, but he was taken totally off-balance and his mouth dropped wide open in astonishment as his shocked ears heard the black woman whisper her thanks and his disbelieving eyeballs watched the slender probing fingers of the beautiful honey blonde squatting beside him slip deftly under the bikini crotch and then very slowly push the outstanding, crinkly hairs very neatly back into place under the band that covered her so scantily. The fingers seemed to linger indefinitely, almost sensually, for a long, long second before finally withdrawing, their tips gleaming with the heady moisture that was seeping from Valencia's vaginal gash.
Then Valencia was speaking again.
"Do you think our new agent enjoyed the sight of you, another woman, reaching in and touching my pussy?"
Valencia was enjoying herself, a secret smile playing widely over her lips as she watched the effect her lascivious words were having on the handsome, muscled man sitting before her. When it came to sex, Valencia was overjoyed to discover white men were no different from black men concerning the covering of her body. Hell! Sometimes she thought white men were even more lascivious, as if enjoying a black woman was like eating the forbidden fruit.
As far as she was concerned, there was something very exciting about being caressed by another female while this honky man was looking on. It was as if they were acting out a drama for the man, and the mere thought sent all kinds of thrillingly obscene, rapturous delights as she felt Sheree's fingers caressing her, slowly running up and down the inside of her right leg.
"You know what I think," Sheree said. "I think our agent would get the biggest kick in the world out of seeing me stick my finger all the way into that tight black pussy of yours," she cooed, now turning her head and looking at Marty's face going through a series of conflicting reactions at the lurid spectacle obviously taking place for his benefit.
His eyes remained locked on the smoothly stroking white hand that was inching its way up toward the inflamed juncture of Valencia's now shuddering and trembling loins. She watched him licking his lips nervously as she brought her panted nails up into the region that was so sensitive, the upper, inner thigh. This caused Valencia to gasp and sigh in anticipation above her.
From where .he was sitting, Marty's head was twisted awkwardly upward, but the discomfort he was feeling was something he didn't notice. He was unable to tear his eyes away from the tantalizing lesbianic caresses Sheree's hand was ministering to the creamy black columnar thighs belong to Valencia. At the same time, Sheree felt her own sexual excitement starting to build as she looked forward to the moment when her fingers would slither into the hot seething membranes that made up Valencia's pussy. She was well aware the burning box was already sodden with desire.
Marty was unable to figure out what had come over the two females. If they wanted him to fuck them, why the hell didn't they just come out and say it instead of playing these dumb games?
Yet he had to admit he was excited as all hell, especially when Sheree had poked her fingers into Valencia's bathing suit crotch. Just watching her tuck those hairs in had him seething with lustful desire. That alone had caused his throbbing cock to stiffen, but their incredibly obscene and direct language was now making his stiffening shaft twitch again and again. The throbbing organ swelled to such a hardness in his pants he was too embarrassed to stand up for fear they would see and note his erection, realizing they were having the kind of effect on him they wanted to have.
He ought to teach them a lesson. He ought to stand up, put on his coat, and leave, as if they weren't getting to him at all. But then, whom would he be hurting? Only himself. Hell! If they wanted to put on a performance in front of him, fine. Somehow he found it difficult to accept the fact that Sheree was going to finger-fuck Valencia right in front of him, yet that seemed to be what she was going to do, and if that was indeed what she intended doing, then he intended seeing it.
Sheree saw Marty's staring eyes were glazing over with lust, and she knew the time had come to give the new agent something exciting and stimulating for him to stare at.
Directly above her, she heard Valencia's slightly tortured voice gasping, "Go on, Sheree. Push those fingers into me ... " and she watched as one of the slender, black woman's hands slowly reached down between her pillarly ebony thighs, and then yanked aside the stretchy material, thereby opening the way for her pink-skinned friend's entry from below. In the process she revealed to the agent's lust-hungry, ravenously glittering stare the rich pink of her glistening cuntal lips adorned by a black haze of damp, curling hairs. All this took place less than eight inches from his awestruck eyes.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Sheree smiled and used the short-nailed tip of her middle finger to tenderly separate the delightfully raw, moist flesh of the other woman's hair-lined vaginal lips in an attempt to find the womanly oscitancy located inside her. Finally finding the opening, she skewered the full length of her middle finger all the way into the seethingly welcoming, flaring, warm-walled cavern that clamped solidly around its abrupt invasion.
"Aaaaahhhhuuuunnnnhhhh!" Valencia gasped above the other woman, and she began grinding her lushly rounded hips in an attempt to feel even more of the delightfully delicious sensation, while below her, the blonde Sheree began plunging the obscenely buried manual digit as far into the viscid passageway as she was possibly able, pumping the finger in and out, her other fingers forming a fist and giving the impression she was literally hitting the black woman between her thighs instead of thrusting a probing finger into the seething, boiling womanly depths.
Marty thought this whole thing was completely wacko. Never in his wildest erotic dreams had he even thought of one woman fingering another, shoving her digit into another female's soaking pussy the way Sheree's finger was driving into Valencia's tunnel. Swirls of burning heat began gathering in his bloated testicles, and he realized it would not be long before he would be reaching out to add his own forefinger or middle finger to that of Sheree's as it continued slithering inside the tight, slippery sheath of Valencia's pussy as it squirmed in circles.
As he continued doing this he pictured Melanie's face of all faces before his eyes and realized he was hungry for that woman more than any of the others. Not that these two weren't beautiful women, and he certainly owed no allegiance to Melanie. Christ! His making time with these two females would in no way stop him from trying to score with the lovely brunette. Hell! He shook his head, bouncing the woman's image from his brain. Never think about one woman when playing with one or more other women.
As he stared, the powerful stimulation of the red nail, appearing each time Sheree back stroked in the woman's tight pink pussy, pulling out ridges of clasping inner flesh set him burning all over again. He stared at the way her finger was covered with rich, moist inner secretions brought from the depths of Valencia's cunt, and he felt more than sexual pleasure, now. There was a slightly sadistic pleasure at seeing the finger rammed solidly into her like a slamming rocket with the blunted nail looking like some dangerous warhead.
Seeing all this was highly stimulating, and he decided to bide his time a bit, simply enjoying that at which he was looking without actually entering into the sexual foreplay, himself. Another picture of Melanie's face entered his mind, and now he knew why. He had tried to avoid sending her to Ivor Goodson's studio, knowing Goodson for the hedonist he was. Melanie had phoned him the previous evening, letting him know she was returning to Goodson's studio that particular day, and knowing the way Goodson worked, Marty was certain the photographer had added another cunt to his line-up of pussies. It galled him because he had wanted to be the first one into Melanie.
What the hell! Marty was smart enough to realize it wasn't who was first into a woman. It was who was last. He knew Goodson had made it with the two models in front of him, but that was past history. Now it was his turn. Soon it would be his turn with Melanie.
He was wrenched from his dreamy reverie by the sudden popping sound that accompanied the removal of Sheree's soaking finger from the black woman's seething pussy. Her two hands now reached up and grabbed the waistband of Valencia's bikini bottom. She began tugging them down over the resilient curving flesh of the black woman's thighs, every jerk revealing the horn shapes of the hair on Valencia's pubic mound. Ivor Goodson had a sense of humor, and he had each of his models shave or cut their pubic hair in a particular shape. With Melanie it was a heart shape. With Valencia it was horns, and Sheree's cunt looked as if it had a blonde mustache on top, and a blonde goatee underneath, because she had hair that grew right to her asshole.
He stared at the swollen, coral lips of Valencia's vaginal rictus, seeing the labia palpitate. The bunching cloth suddenly slid the rest of the way down the ebony skinned woman's curving ankles, leaving Valencia's delightfully shaped model's body naked but for the bikini top before Marty's hungrily licentious stare.
Now as he watched, Valencia bent down over the lovely Sheree who was resting comfortably on her knees, and she was undoing the snaps holding the petite blonde's small bikini top. For an instant he took his eyes away from the lusciously lewd vision of Valencia's lust-sodden, raggedly pink vaginal flanges and riveted his eyes on the soft billowing of Sheree's small-but-firm liberated breasts. Considering they were small, they were bloated and round, fuller than he would have believed for a model, tipped with delightfully rich pink nipples and areola.
Valencia pulled the shoulder straps down over the lovely blonde's slender arms, and at the same time deftly stepped out of her own white bikini bottoms, setting her bare feet apart on the stone floor of the solarium. As she did so, Marty's attention was once again attracted to the slight parting of the delicate, moisture-moistened lips of her seething pussy. His nostrils flared widely, twitching with the delightfully rich and pungent aroma of the black woman as the scent wafted to him from just about a foot away.
Valencia, noting he was still sitting on the edge of the cast-iron chaise, stared down at him for a moment, feeling the firmly swelling mounds of her breasts, still encased in the bikini top quivering as tremors of lustful desire made her greedy body tremble and shake. She wished he would stand up and shuck his clothing so her eyes would be able to feast themselves on his cock. Hell! She was willing to bet he had a big one.
With a gesture of almost wild abandon, she reached her arms behind her and slipped the snaps on her own bikini top, then pulled it off, shaking free of its restraint as it fell from the cones of her ebony black breasts with their even blacker coal-colored nipples and areola. The white top fell to the floor, unnoticed at this point. Now the black woman was completely and wantonly naked and soon she was going to need a helluva lot more than a woman's slender finger jabbing into her vaginal depths. However, for now, even that finger would feel good. Something ... anything was needed inside her.
Valencia was as stunned as Marty by what happened next, as Sheree turned her face into her friend's crotch. The blonde was still kneeling and her lips were on a level with the other woman's dripping cunt. The surprised woman swayed and almost fell with shocked astonishment. The sudden wet contact sent a delicious chill racing up the length of Valencia's spine, and she automatically reached down with both hands to grasp the lovely blonde's head to keep herself from toppling over. Her eyes were now glazed over with passion as the lovely Sheree spoke lasciviously into the flesh of her belly.
"I'm sure Marty wants me to start licking you, honey," she whispered. "Is it all right if I lick your pussy?"
Before Valencia had a chance to reply, Sheree dropped her lips a little lower and then pressed them against the black woman's pubic mound, spreading the softly curling pussy hairs with her thumbs. Sheree extended her small pink tongue, delving into the wetly flowering slash of the vibrantly, inflamed cuntal furrow.
"Aaaaannnnhhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhhhh ... yessssssssss ... " Valencia moaned, her body wildly leaping at the electrical touch of the lovely, petite blonde's tongue pressing against the tiny erecting bud of her extended clitoris. Through the thrilling mists of delight she heard her friend begging her to sit on the chaises and lay back.
"I want to give you the full mouth treatment," she said to Valencia, her breath now steaming heatedly in teasing fashion across the tinglingly agitated bud of her solid clitoral nub. The black woman was still standing, as if unable to comprehend what it was Sheree wanted her to do.
His head was now wildly swimming, and Marty stared almost dreamily as the half-hypnotized black woman allowed the half-naked blonde to tug her delightfully aroused and thrilled body down, making her lie on the foot of the chaise with her head falling back and her buttocks on the upraised end, while Valencia's feet, spread wide apart, were planted flatly on the floor. He found he had to stand and move closer in order to see what was happening, next.
Getting to his feet, he was well aware of the thick bulge in his pants, feeling his cock throb and pulsate uncontrollably. Swirls of heady, thrilling, totally uncontrolled desire were continuing to build steadily in his scrotum as he watched the way the hungrily aroused Valencia, lying back on the chaise, looked up and stared at his crotch-bulge. It was almost as if the black model was able to see through the bulge in his pants, clear through to his cock.
Valencia felt her trembling belly heave uncontrollably as it quivered spasmodically, almost as though the handsome agent they had just hired to represent them was already in the process of sinking his solidly pulsating cock all the way into her quaking belly. Through pleasure-glazed eyes she watched Sheree remove the lower half of her bikini. She took her hands away from Valencia for the moment and rolled the bikini bottoms down to her ankles, pulled her feet out one at a time, then tossed the bikini bottoms off to the side, somewhere. Marty stared at the perfectly round, delightfully halved shape of the basketball that was Sheree's white buttocks.
Valencia was trying to sit up, but Sheree pushed her right back down, prying her thighs wide apart and clambering between them as if she were a man. She kissed the black woman's belly, then slowly slid lower and lower until she was sitting cross-legged on the floor between the wide-splayed calves of the black woman. Sheree, knowing Marty was watching, felt an additional thrill shooting through her as her eager blue eyes stared at the flat belly of Valencia above the horns of her pubic hair. Because the chaise dipped down, it was impossible for her to see more of the lovely black woman's body.
Now Sheree stared hungrily at the delightfully hair-horned V of the black model's totally widespread and openly exposed vagina, her mouth actually watering as her wide blue eyes locked themselves on the spectacle of the pink lips grinding against one another as Valencia's buttocks writhed in tiny circles on the chaise, wriggling sensuously just below her hungering mouth and anxious tongue.
Adding to her pleasurable anticipation was the realization that Marty Charles's lust-fired eyes would be watching without looking away. He would be like a peeping torn, only with the knowledge and permission of the performers. Then her mind concentrated itself on the oncoming feast of moist female flesh that was now being offered up to her salivating, hungry mouth. Globs of sputum gathered in her throat at the delectable sight of the outpouring vaginal juices in the deliciously narrow split that began at the base of Valencia's smooth black belly and began trailing down between the two ebony spheres of her full and rounded asscheeks where they pressed firmly into the cushions of the chaise.
Marty was getting hungrier and hungrier, enjoying the sight immensely, knowing he ought to either dive into ail this or just walk away. Yet he. remained motionless, now on his feet, standing above the two women, and he realized in all his experiences with models this was the first time he, himself, would ever witness one female tonguing another. Oh Lord!
Sheree's hungering face was pressed tightly between the thighs locked around her ears-female thighs. The sheer wanton depravity of such an illicit coupling stirred the agent's increasing lusts to even greater heights. Involuntarily, as though to quench the rising need, he brought his rigid hand to bear on the taut bulk in his crotch, but the squeezing sensation only made him realize how much he lusted after these two women at the moment, and how much his needs had to be gratified. They were a lovely pair of models, and it was obvious that even if they enjoyed swinging with one another, all this was basically for his benefit. He had been around long enough to recognize a seduction scene, and he was more than willing to play into their hands at the moment, since, in the long run, all he'd be able to do was benefit by all this.
At that moment, Sheree's head fell hungrily into the gap between the darker beauty's widespread and taut thighs. The blonde's quivering lips closed over the gently quivering mound at the base of the beautiful Negress's heaving and quivering belly. The agent's mind was reeling with excitement as desire continued mounting inside him. Valencia dug her elbows into the chaise beneath her and managed to raise her head, even though she was on a down-tilt, staring in open-mouthed appreciation while the lust-inspired blonde began planting wetly tickling kisses on the woman's still tightly closed vaginal slit. Sheree's pink tongue flicked knowingly, as if it had done this dozens of times before, at the rippling pink cut between the beautiful black woman's thighs.
Marty saw the raven-skinned victim of this delightful oral assault was thrilled, totally beside herself with the agonizing delight of the sensation, and almost as if Sheree was unaware of the effect of her action on the on-looking male agent, her hands began squeezing her own whitely dangling breasts. Valencia, emulating Sheree, covered her own ebony mounds with her hands and began strongly squeezing. Then her hand slid slowly down the smooth, flat plane of her coal-black belly and settled on either side of her vaginal divide. Her probing fingers began stroking indecisively for a moment at the flexing cords of muscle in her inner thighs as the other young woman continued to hungrily rain the moistly teasing kisses all over the thrillingly tingling slit, and then, with an impatient groan, she spread the fleshy, pink-lipped flanges slowly, very slowly apart with her delving fingers, thereby permitting Sheree's hungrily probing, delving mouth complete access to her stretched and seething vaginal hole.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh ... oooooooonnnnhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... myyyy ... Godddddd ... Shereeeeeeee ... aaaannnnnngggghhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh!" Valencia whispered and the hungrily ministering woman's oral organ abruptly shot out to flick its heatedly searing tip around and around the other's tautly erect clitoris. Valencia's outcries of mingled torture and rapture were enough to drive the totally incredulous Marty Charles almost totally out of his ever-lovin' mind as he watched Valencia's elbows pressing convulsively into her quivering ribs as her head tossed from side to side on the cushiony softness of the vinyl covered padding on the cast-iron chaise beneath her.
The agent's hand was still pressing against his pants-covered cock, and he began involuntarily rubbing up and down on the rigid protuberance with a quick, staccato motion, now totally oblivious to whether or not the women were able to see just what it was he was doing. Christ! It had been some time since he had witnessed something so delightfully inciting, and he had to admit this lewd spectacle of oral sex was extremely stimulating. But Jesus! If he kept this up, he'd be shooting in his pants instead of into one of these luscious women.
Now there was another problem. Assuming he finally did join in, whichever woman he selected to fuck would be overjoyed, but the other female might be more than a little angry.
But even this rationalization of why he ought not to join in began to hurriedly fade as he felt arousing and depraved sensations of thrilling lust as he watched the lovely Sheree, her searching pink tongue still probing deeply into Valencia's seething crack. Then she was swinging her body around so that when she lifted her leg and brought it down, her own body was directly above that of the black woman, in reverse, and her cunt was directly over Valencia's mouth. Her loins were now mere inches above the Negress's face, and all the while her lapping tongue continued burying itself in the other woman's lust-soaked pussy.
For a moment Marty, with all his knowledge of sex between men and women, was puzzled about what Sheree wanted to take place, but from where he was standing he was somehow able to see a responsive grin on the black woman's face, contorted with passion as it was, as she stared into the inviting dehiscence of heatedly burning cunt flesh, open and moist, with a mustache and beard of blonde hair around it, looking for all the world like a vertical mouth hungry to kiss hers.
Marty watched in total and complete amazement as the black-skinned woman shifted, seemingly in slow motion to the side a little, to give him a better view and suddenly tugged down on Sheree's white asscheeks with her hands as she buried her own pleasure-dazed face in the coral valley, pressing her nose and chin solidly into the seething wetness, her face tickled by the mustache and beard. The hollowing and bloating of her cheeks showed Marty that she was using her tongue to best advantage, letting it slither deep into the viscous, clasping hollow of Sheree's pussy in lesbianic abandon.
The sun coming through the roof was bright on the sixty-nining bodies of the two women, and the lapping of one into the other's cunt sounded like water slapping against the piles of a pier. Noisy were the wild sucking sounds and incoherent groans issuing from the throats of the two females. The last bit of decision to remain impassive vanished from the handsome agent under the rising need of his huge, massively throbbing cock. Hell! He wanted it scabbarded between the tight, warmly clasping cuntlips of one cunt while his own mouth hungrily sucked the seething juices out of the other woman's orally subjugated nookie. At the moment Melanie was pushed so far out of his mind, it was as if she had never existed. He no longer thought about what he would have liked to have done, but rather he was concentrating on what he wanted to do to this pair of women.
Hurriedly, he removed his tie and all but tore his shirt from his body. At the same time he undid his belt and tugged down his pants and under shorts, kicking off his shoes and leaving everything but his socks in a pile on the floor. He was in too much of a hurry to pull off his socks. At last his burgeoning cock was released to the warmth of the sunlight pouring into the solarium. It swung straight out, a heavy glistening drop of seminal oil at its tip. Then the powerfully muscular man fell to his own knees and placed his hands firmly on the lovely Valencia's thighs while gripping Sheree's shoulder. He roughly jerked the petite blonde woman's head from its nest between the darker woman's open loins and pulled them apart at that end, while leaving Valencia's face firmly locked into the pulsing cunt of the pink-skinned causcasian woman.
Sheree's questioning face was smeared and gleaming with the heavy secretions of ointment coming from Valencia's lust-moistened pussy from which he had forcibly tugged her face. However, he saw with a grim, satisfied smile that the lovely blonde's countenance suddenly brightened when she saw his heavy length of throbbingly pulsating cock sprouting rigidly from his hairy loins less than half a foot from her face.
Squatting as he was in front of the foot of the chaise, he was also able to see Valencia's pink-lipped cunt, and the sight of it built such hunger in him, he decided he had to eat that pussy while Sheree sucked his cock.
Pulling both women of the chaise, onto the stone floor, they shortly formed a triangle, with Valencia's mouth still buried in Sheree's pussy, and Marty staring into the black woman's cunt while he felt Sheree's burning breath covering his own cock and balls. Without another second's delay, he pushed his head forward, slithering his tongue deep into the seething cunt Sheree had been sucking earlier. He listened to his raven-skinned victim groaning huskily, the sounds coming from deep in her gasping throat as the searching tip of his tongue suddenly began working its way up and down the burning length of the wearing wet slit, starting in the black, horn-shaped tangle of pubic curls and then wriggling its way downward over the pink-rimmed opening of her shuddering pussy and into the crevice of her spasmodically and tightly clenching asscheeks.
The hungrily anxious young agent worked lustily and voraciously, feeling Valencia's wet pubic hairs grazing ever so gently against his smooth-shaven cheeks as he waited for the mouth of the blonde woman to clamp like a syrupy condom around the full length of his pulsating rigidity.
Sheree's pleasure-glazed eyes stared at the swollenly thick rod that was Marty's blue-veined penis as it appeared to protrude threateningly from his solid loins. The head was a brilliant purple, shining with its own viscous emissions, glistening in the warm sunlight coming from the crystal ceiling. The agent's desire-bloated testicles, lying in their sac of wrinkled flesh seemed impossibly huge from this close,' and as always, the experienced blonde model felt certain her mouth would never be able to contain the entire length of his cock. Yet she knew, just as certainly, that she was going to be able to do it.
This was the moment of victory for which she and Valencia had striven. Getting Marty to join in with them this way, meant the relationship between them would be more than just a business relationship, and as a result, Marty would work harder for them than he would for many of the other female clients he represented. Besides, they were his first really big-time clients. Their being with him would insure his getting some really high-class assignments for some of his other models since the photographers would realize Marty Charles was a man to be reckoned with.
Sheree was unable to suppress a passionate twinge of lust that mingled with her pleasure at their success and the sheer lustful anticipation of sucking on the dangerously thick cock.
Then she felt the delightfully maddening probe of Valencia's slurping, probing tongue twirling against the oversensitive pinpoint of her clitoris in a hypnotic rhythm that wiped out all her thoughts as she was filled with a rush of sensual enjoyment. The slender blonde let her head slowly dip down and forward, moving almost automatically in rhythm with the tongue against her clitoris, and her tongue was flicking out at the handsome young man's rubbery phallic tip as the point of her oral organ began to bore tantalizingly into the wetness of the tiny slit in the bulbous helmeted shape of his glands.
The abrupt, electrifyingly delightful contact had been expected by the handsome agent, but even so, the actual contact took the man by surprise, .as if a hot wire had been touched to his penile point, sending all kinds of thrilling chills rippling up and down his shuddering spine and bringing a gasping groan from his lips, drenched as they were with Valencia's pussy juice. The petite blonde was opening her mouth very wide, as much as was humanly possible for her, and he felt her lips enclose the entire helmet of his throbbing cock-head. Warm, wet, sensitive pressure enveloped his organ's tip, her lips tightening like the drawstrings on a purse around his pulsing penis just below the corona, trapping it securely inside the sheath formed by her lips.
"Oh Jesus!" Marty gasped. He moaned again, lifting his face from the burning wetness of the lovely Valencia's tasty cunt for a moment to look at the way the luscious Sheree had contorted her face, around his throbbing cock. The inciting vision of his stiff thickness sunk a third of the way between her tightly ovaling lips increased the delicious and delightful swirling sensation of her probing tongue a hundredfold, making him quiver even more. She massaged the softly resilient skin of his scrotum very gently with the palm of her delicate hand as she began moving her head back and forth, sucking very rhythmically.
Sheree inhaled, then pushed her head forward again, sucking in almost all the length of the massive cock. It was one big cock, all right. It was as big as the best of those she had enjoyed in her five years of modeling. Each time her head pulled back, her lips sucked so hard, the inner parts of her lips seemed to be pulled out, causing sharp, excruciating sensations throughout the entire length of his throbbing cock.
Now his eyes flicked to the other juncture where Valencia was laboring strongly and enthusiastically with her mouth, her oral cavern working hard between the parted lips of Sheree's slightly opened pussylips. He knew it wouldn't be much longer before all of them exploded. The stimulation of this coupling wreaking havoc with all three of them. He returned his own mouth to the wide-open tunnel of Valencia's tasty cunt.
Running his tongue into the soft-rimmed wet flesh, stabbing directly against each of the tasty vaginal walls in turn, each for only a moment, he quickly withdrew his tongue and began teasing around the ragged labial edges. Inwardly he began to smile as he felt the black beauty's hands reaching down and clawing desperately ;at his own dark hair. She was trying very hard to push his hungering mouth even deeper into the tantalizing and palpitating center of her delightfully demanding pussy. He let her force his head exactly where she wanted it to go, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little opening leading into her vaginal gully.
As his mouth totally encircled and began covering the defenselessly contracting opening, Marty spiked his long, slippery working tongue deeper into the hotly throbbing depths of her sucking pussy and was rewarded by a low, guttural crooning from the young woman whose firm, coal-black thighs tightly encircled his rocking head in a convulsing manner. He felt the yielding wetness of her smooth flesh sheathing his stiffly extended tongue as the inner walls of the invaded vagina continually opened and closed in tiny, greedy sucking motions as though the lovely lady's nibbling viscous pussy were trying to grip his tongue firmly and pull it out of his mouth by the roots in an attempt to devour it all at once. His nose was mashed very tightly up against Valencia's clenching anal ring, and he noted how much care she took to make certain no part of her gave off an offensive odor. Even her asshole smelled sweet.
He rubbed his nose back and forth against her asshole while his tongue continued working in her cunt, and soon he had an overabundance of feminine juices flowing from the pulsatingly open passage of her seething vagina. The tantalizing scent incited his mouth-covered cock to a stiffness he was barely able to keep under control, convincing him that orgasm for all three of them was mere seconds away. In a little while he was going to be exploding, firing seed into this lovely blonde woman's hungering mouth, and he had to admit as he lapped at Valencia's pussy that Sheree was one helluva cocksucker. Soon he would be spewing white sperm down that lovely throat, and he knew without anyone telling him that the lovely lady was going to swallow every last little drop of his seed.
Great swirls of intense heat began building higher in the simmering depths of his throbbing balls while he stared straight ahead of him at the glistening flesh Of the lovely Valencia's desperately writhing and squirming asscheeks. He licked like a raving demon gone mad into her seething pussy, lapping at her burningly twitching cunt as Sheree's head bobbed slavishly back and forth against his cock, her lips now touching his balls as the head of his penis poked itself into the tightness of her gurgling throat.
The three interconnected bodies began bucking and laboring over each other as the delightfully overwhelming waves of total depravity and sensuousness turned their oral/genital triangle into an insanely writhing mass of heated flesh. The sounds of sucking intermingled with thrilled groans of delighted pleasure erupted from their straining mouths into the late-morning quiet of the calm, sun-washed room that lay peacefully about them. The lewd sucking tempo was increasing with every passing moment as hoarse moans continually echoed in the small solarium and tiny beads of perspiration reflected the sunlight gleaming on their naked bodies, trapped in a mad spiraling of nakedly raw lust.
Sheree's helplessly hungering body was now lost in the wanton fire of the present moment. Every one of her muscles was tensed as she abandoned her hips to the thrillingly obscene probe of Valencia's tongue between her cuntlips as she felt overpowering wave after wave of thrilling goose bumps continually prickling her quivering belly and breasts, the latter heaving uncontrollably as her head continued madly rocking back and forth in a greedy feasting beat as she continually sucked on the long, fat, delicious cock between Marty Charles's thighs. Her ribboned lips formed a perfect pink oval and continued sucking hungrily in wantonly shameless delight under the continuance of Valencia's orally skilled ministrations, her tight, white, rounded pair of buttocks continually twitching back and forth involuntarily as the darker woman's constantly darting tongue sent wildly helpless spasms of mind-shattering sensation coursing uncontrollably through her tender and raw nerves.
The blonde was well aware of Marty's cock swelling and becoming even thicker, building toward a climax, and automatically her body reacted by urging her tongue to lick all the more furiously around and around the dilating glands. She sucked and pulled even harder with her lips as her head's rocking became staccato-like, causing the tip of his penis to drill into the depths of her esophagus.
Marty loudly moaned and groaned again and again, his own pursed lips working wildly into the depths of Valencia's lust-drenched vaginal culvert. Incoherent mutterings were spitting from between his clenched teeth.
Suddenly he gasped in abandoned realization that the moment belonged to the beautiful black model. A deep, low, guttural sound began building from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the searing welling up of sperm begin its madly insane rush from his throbbing balls. From the sanctuary of his testicles it came shooting higher, and then it began spewing into the depths of Sheree's lovely mouth.
"AAAAAA UUUUU WWWWW AAAAA UUUUUGGGGHHHH ... GGGGLLLLMMMMGGGG ... HHHHAAAAUUUUWWWW ... AAAAGGGGHHHHFFFFMMMMNNNNNGGGGGFFFFF!" he bellowed, his face still glued to Valencia's gashed opening.
Sheree labored insanely, as though trying to swallow all of him as he emptied his boiling white semen into the heated wetness of her mouth and throat. His own hands reached down and cruelly gripped her long, honey blonde tresses, holding her lovely head firmly against his loins as he continued to solidly push as much of his spurting cock down her throat as he was able, making her gag, choke, and cough sporadically as she continued to swallow the foaming load he was unleasing.
Abruptly the eagerly drinking beautiful blonde model began to stiffen, herself, lifting her arms and torso from the stone floor on which they lay, forcing the beautiful Negress lapping her pussy to lift her head a little in order to keep her mouth locked on her friend's seething pussy. The black-skinned woman sensed that Sheree was fast approaching her satisfaction, and now worked even harder with her mouth to bring her to the towering peak of ultimate sensation even as she felt Marty's tongue continually delving again and again into her own simmering pussy, sending sparks of orgasm and waves of climax crashing through every exposed nerve-ending in her quaking body. She was aware of the other woman's smooth, wet vaginal walls pulsing spasmodically around her own probing tongue as she fucked frantically into the seething, simmering depths of the blonde's fiery vaginal interior.
Sheree was the one who finally came next.
"AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHUUUU ... PHHHHUUUUUGGGGGLL ... CCCCCHHHHHAAAAA ... NNNGGGGRRRRPHHH ... MMMWWWWWAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!" he gasped, her mouth still tightly clamped around the hose of Marty Charles that was only just now starting to shrink. She slammed her cunt against Valencia's face repeatedly, flooding the black woman's countenance with her seething juices as her orgasm gushed out around the other woman's still-thrashing tongue, even as the last dribblings of Marty's warm semen continued dripping into her sucking mouth while his penis continued shrinking, the jerking in the organ now almost imperceptible.
Valencia sucked hard at the tightly parted vaginal opening and drank down the pungent white wine flowing from Sheree's cunt, savoring it as if it were some vintage champagne. There was a delightful lasciviousness to licking up all the woman's spurting fluids, well as much as she was able to spurt, anyway. This was all she needed to push her own body over the straining abyss of sheer pleasure. Her quivering body shuddered around the probing of Marty's digging tongue like an erupting earthquake, rumbling on and on and on. The sensation sank ever deeper into her trembling soul as she gagged out, "AAAAARRRRRGGGGG ... HHHHHWWWWWAAAAAUUUUUPHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH ... AAAAAPHHHHHWW ... AAAAAUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!"
She collapsed after that, lying on her side on the floor, unable to move. Marty was the only one of the trio able to get to his feet, and he staggered over to the nearest chaise and fell on it. He stared down at the two sweating female bodies, and the sight of them aroused him again, but his cock was not able to grow. Christ! He was still in the mood to fuck.
"I'm beat!" Valencia gasped, still lying on the floor. "Man! You have some tongue. If you're as good at getting us work as you are at cunt lapping, we're gonna have us a great future together."
"Mmmmm ... I feel good," Sheree mumbled, and finally pulled herself onto another chaise where she sprawled, face-down.
The minutes passed, and Marty, looking at their bodies, slowly developed another erection. That was when the maid walked in to announce luncheon was served. She was a pretty thing who seemed totally innured to her mistress's habits, and when Marty beckoned her over and pointed to his stiff cock, she slid her panties off, straddled him, and sat on it until they both came.