I slept the best sleep ever last night. The many orgasms helped, along with the massage, to relax my body. After my shower, a breakfast buffet was being set up on my balcony. I had so much to choose from and a pitcher of mimosas. I took my seat, the hot waiter pushing my chair in. He was shirtless, with a few tats on his chest. A light dusting of hair traveled down his abs before disappearing into his shorts.
"Miss," he said as he poured my drink. "Whatever you want to eat, allow me to make your food." I'm not a fool; if this man wants to do the little things for me, then more power to him. I nodded as I drank half my flute. I watched the man's muscles move along his back and the way his shorts hugged his ass as he prepared a plate.
He sat my plate down in front of him as he sat next to me. I witnessed him cut my pancakes, take a small bite, and hold it close to my mouth. I opened up and observed his eyes as my lips closed around the fork. We ate this way, with him feeding me and cutting my food, and me just sitting here opening my mouth when needed.
I was getting wet from the looks he was giving me and the feeling of the food exploding on my tongue. Who knew that feeding someone could be so erotic?
He took a big piece of watermelon and, with his fingers, held the piece close to my mouth. His smile, warm and welcoming, beckoned me closer. I opened up, ready to take the offering, when suddenly it slipped out, falling slowly to my chest before sliding down to my hip. His smile now wicked, my chair was pushed backwards as he knelt in front of me.
His green eyes became darker as he spread my robe open and devoured the mess on me. His warm mouth licked and sucked, the watermelon gone within minutes. My legs were picked up, my thighs being set over the armchair.
The waiter took the fruit bowl, sat it on my lap, and proceeded to take a pineapple, run it around my breasts, and lick it clean. The feeling was alluring, my panting coming in short bursts. My head lay backwards, the sensations overwhelming. For some reason, something strange, I could feel an impending orgasm coming. My waiter, who hasn't spoken to me since earlier, took a few blueberries and split them open, covering my hard nipples.
Then his mouth descended, latching onto my nipples. I felt the orgasm coming stronger, my body shuddering, and goosebumps spread along my arms, stomach, and legs. My legs stiffened, my toes pointed up, and my back was not touching a damn thing.
"Oh shit... shit... shit." I was moaning, feeling the waves of pleasure flow through me. "I'm coming." I screamed, my voice guttural. His mouth left my tits, his fingers taking their place. He was sitting back on his heels, his eyes locked on my exploding pussy, as my orgasm ran through me.
My waiter stopped touching me, handing me my drink. I finished it and watched as he got up and poured me another. After a healthy drink, I handed him the glass and noticed he was going between my legs again. Though this time, with a piece of watermelon, he ran it between my soaked folds. The foreign feeling and the coldness of the fruit made a small moan escape from my lips.
As his hands ran the fruit along me, I watched as his mouth licked the juices up. "Oh fuck," the moan teased my mouth. Different fruit was used to play with my clit, to run around my opening. Each time, every time, he would eat the fruit, teasing my body. I could feel his breath and the tip of his tongue as he cleaned the fruit from me.
The bowl was nearly empty, with only a piece of strawberry left. I waited with bated breath, wondering what he was going to do. A wicked smile appeared, and his long mocha fingers reached for the last piece. He stuck the smaller end between his lips and descended towards my opening.
I felt the fruit, felt it go in my pussy, his mouth swirling it around. The sensation, the aurora of the forbidden, felt unbelievable. Enough so that my climax ripped through me, surprising me with its force.
"Ahhhh... fuck... shit!!" I exclaimed. He didn't stop; the strawberry was being used to make my peak so much higher. I thrashed around in the small chair, my legs wanting to close if not for the thick shoulders between them.
The fruit disappeared and was replaced by his fingers. I observed them; the contrast of his mocha skin against my light color was a beauty. And those long fingers, well, they expertly fingered me, building a crescendo. I was rung out, not thinking I could have another orgasm, but his fingers fingering me and his thumb applying the right pressure brought my third one in a matter of minutes.
"No, no, no... shit." My throaty moans blended with the sounds of his palm slapping against my drenched cunt.
Once I was coming down, the man removed his fingers and stood up. I eyed him, going about cleaning the balcony, removing the food. He took his time. moving around slowly, allowing his fingers to softly touch my shoulders and my hair. I melted into his touch, wanting his long fingers all over me. A wanton slut, I have become.
He was done, and I was in his arms. He carried me as if I weighed nothing, laying me onto the bed. A soft but small blanket was laid upon me as he bent over, kissing my forehead.
"Dinner tonight in the Grand Room. 7 p.m. sharp. Wear something sexy." All I could do was nod, and my eyes were closed before the door was.
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A knock woke me up. Answering the door, a beautiful girl was standing there, a bright smile aligned on her face. She had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. The girl walked in and walked towards the bedroom.
"Follow me, Miss." Her voice was a sultry mix. I followed, my mind blank, my feet gliding against the tiled floor. She walked into the bathroom, started the shower, and came back to me. "It's a good thing you are beautiful, Miss. It won't take us long to get you ready."
She removed my robe, took my hand, and led me to the shower. I stood under the sprayer, allowing the water to cascade down my body. The girl followed me, stepping inside naked, just as I was. I watched in awe as she lathered her hands, scrubbing my head, her fingers massaging my scalp. My head was leaned back, the shampoo running down my body. She repeated the process, this time massaging conditioner into my hair.
I couldn't remember the last time anyone had done this for me. The kind and simple act, the treating me with love. I pushed the intrusive thoughts away, coming back to the here and now. Next, she lathered her hands with the peach wash and washed my shoulders, down my back, and my ass and legs. Her hands worked the scrub in, her deft fingers massaging me as she went.
She moved around to face me, more scrub lathered into her hands. She started with my feet and legs, working her hands up to my core. I was dripping wet, my juices flowing down my legs, waiting for what she would do. She moved to my throat, down my chest, lavishing attention on my dark areolas and my long nipples. Her fingers tweaked my nipples, pulling them to stand rigidly.
The small moans that evaded my mouth were drowned out by the water. Her hands traveled down, over my stomach, to the small patch of hair that led even further down. She went to her knees, pushing apart my legs. Her fingers rubbed the soap along my folds as three fingers of her other hand found my hole and faded away inside of me.
"Oh my," I spoke out. Never had I been touched by a female, and tonight it didn't bother me. Her fingers moved like any male's would, hooking and finding my spot. Her other hand found my clit, and she pinched and pulled it, bringing tears to my eyes. Her other fingers worked faster, in and out of my cunt.
My peak was rising too quickly, my body shivering with pleasure, my cries coming even more briskly. Then it hit, my hands going to the wall, stabilizing my body as I cried out in ecstasy. Her mouth latched on, sucking my juices into her mouth. I was a wreck when she finished. My body, taken numerous times over the last two days. And tonight, well, it was just starting.
She dried me off, sat me down, and applied makeup on me. Then my hair was done up into some fancy updo, with little curls cascading down. "Beautiful," she spoke. I smiled back at her, the reflection of myself meeting her eyes. My eyes traveled with her, opening the box she brought with her. I couldn't tell what she had, but I could see that it was a black ensemble.
I stood up when she came over to me. The stockings were put on, then the cheeky bottoms. Of course they didn't cover my ass, but the material was silk, soft against my skin, and I didn't care. The top was next, a silk bustier that pushed my breasts up. A red choker and thigh-high red boots completed the look.
I walked around the room, glancing at myself in the mirror. Never would I have dared to wear something so scandalous, but for this night, I gave no fucks. I felt beautiful, brave, strong, and sexy. I smiled at myself, wishing I could take a picture of this night. The way I looked, I glowed.
She walked me down to the Grand Room and left me with the hostess. She was another extraordinary woman, golden mocha-skinned with brown eyes. Taking my hand, she led me to a table, pulled out my chair, and left. Looking upon the room, I noticed couples and singles. Men and women alike. Most were dressed like me, in revealing clothes, showing off the ample bodies. Men in short shorts or in a loincloth. Everything sexy and sensual.
A mimosa was poured for me, and the waiter, another new male, left. All the men that I noticed working were good-looking. Mocha or darker-skinned, alluring eyes. As if the company had them made to invoke females' sexual desires. To beckon women, entice them. I wasn't complaining at all. They seemed to be in tune with our bodies, knowing what we needed or even wanted.
Dinner was served while a soft melody was played in the background. Dinner was a bed of jasmine rice and bourbon chicken with sweet carrots. Every bite was a burst of flavor. Sweet with a mix of tangy. I ate everything, not realizing how hungry I was. Or maybe it was just too good to resist.
My drink was refilled more than once; the waiter's not letting it get half empty. A new melody was being played, one that sounded sensual. My body swayed to the music, and the blood in my veins warmed up, sending lightning bolts of pleasure down my body. I closed my eyes and let the music take control of me.
I felt warm hands on my shoulders but kept my eyes closed. Those hands, soft and warm, ventured down my arms, back up, and stopped right near my sensitive breasts. I tried pushing them up and tried to get those hands to touch me. But whoever it was was taking their time. The fingers moved in small circles, slowly going down where I wanted them. But he, or she, surprised me.
My top was pushed down, my tits free for anyone to see them. I hadn't cared. The only thing that mattered to me was the hands. It cupped my heavy breasts, rolling my delicate nipples between its fingers. The moan escaped my mouth; the feeling freed my inhibitions.
My legs, once on the ground keeping me firmly in my spot, were grabbed and pulled over a pair of shoulders. My panties were pushed to the side, and fingers were rubbing me sensually. A cool breeze fell over the room; the windows opened to allow the night air to roam around us.
My top was taken off of me, and the hands were replaced with a mouth. "Oh shit," softly ran from my mouth. The lips were warm and soft as my nipples were sucked in. Between the mouth on my tits and the fingers playing with my pussy, I wouldn't stand a chance.
Those fingers made their way inside me, rubbing around near my g-spot. My breasts were pushed together, a tongue working its way amid my valley. It was like tandem, the fingers flowing inside me as the tongue dipped in my valley.
My body was on fire, my orgasm on the rise. I blocked everything out but what was happening to me. The only noise I heard was my own breathing, my panting, and the noises from the two individuals pleasuring me.
I relaxed my body, and a finger pushed on my clit, not hard, but enough pressure for my mouth to form words. That finger made small circles over my clit. My juices started flowing, the movements pushing my orgasm closer and closer. Then it hit, hard and long.
"Oh fuck," I managed to get out. "Oh fuck, I'm coming," I told the men. My essence flowed out, soaking the fingers that played with my spot, the rest flowing down my legs. The mouth on my breasts took both nipples in and sucked them with pressure.
I was a sopping mess, puddling into my chair. My body was worn out, my mind drained. I couldn't open my eyes; I couldn't see what was going on around me. My limp body was picked up and carried back to my bed. I felt my clothes coming off, a soft something, then darkness.
