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I strolled down the hall, distracted by a service cart containing cheese varieties, buns and sliced meats. I picked up a couple different cheeses. Was this cart left here to help those who were feeling unfulfilled. A stop over. Feed the soul with food, the great soother for all that ails you. Or was it left here to replenish energizes used. A conversation piece perchance. One of the basic needs that we are allowed to discuss, at any time, in any world. I move on, still hungry for more.
The first open door, finally and the room is packed. I can feel my pulse rising as I get inside the door. I take a sip of my drink, straight JD, clearing my mind in a way only harsh liquor can.
There are several people on the bed, naked and playing. There is so much happening I can’t discern what is going on. A solid mass of flesh, legs and arms, breasts and cocks. Have I somehow stumbled into the Garden of Eden, or am I merely at the gates. An observer, like all the others standing in the room and watching. There to gawk, but not sure of what else to do. A purveyor; not a peeping tom; of the things that are happening.
A woman is beside me, her breasts exposed. I glance her way; she has a beautiful face, with soft red hair. She’s a larger woman, with a youthful appearance, not my usual type. She is having her right breast sucked, nibbled and taunted. She has wonderful breasts. Was it her breasts or was it the JD that drew me to her untouched side. Lonely and wanting, it was calling to me. Touch me, play with me, and hold me. I gave in to my passions, I first caressed then I kissed. There’s something about two men sucking on a woman’s breasts, is it a challenge or are we working together.
The other guy's hands move to her clitoris, he’s upped the ante. It appears that it’s a challenge after all. Two men at war, the battle ground her body, our weapon is pleasure. Unlike any war that’s been fought before…or is it.
While he’s sucking her breast and stroking her clit. I decide to give her mouth some attention. My weapon; my lips; one of the greatest tools I have. More women have commented about my wonderful kisses. The passion I use through the softness they contain. Her lips are the same. Soft, gentle, calling. My tongue enters her mouth. She’s hot, the wetness matching her wetness below. Her heat matching her passion. She’s going wild; I can feel the tension climbing through her body.
I feel a soft caress against my already rock hard cock. She started gently stroking my cock through my pants. She undoes my zipper and reaches in. She continues her stroking, now with a much better contact of my member. Grabbing the shaft of my cock firmly in her hands.
