Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 12:59:36 +0200 From: Charles Thomas Subject: Bad girl but good boy III Bad Boy but Good Girl III I'm not sure where to begin how crazy shit got. About two hours late for a party, driving my boyfriend's ultra-expensive German sports car, cum stained skirt, dusty, dirty, makeup smeared and scared half to death. Deputy Hunter had fucked me good. As in, it was a good fucking, but also he held photos of me, and proof I was the girlfriend of one very important lawyer and the daughter of another. Oh, and did I mention I was about two hours late for this party? I stood at the front door sadly. Ding dong went the doorbell; like a death knell. The house was a giant mansion, not what I was expecting. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, to be honest. I had been invited - I should say ordered - to this party by my boyfriend who never wanted to take me out anywhere. Not that I cared too much. I did enjoy his "let's stay at home and fuck" plan everytime he came up with it. But what kind of party was it? Who were these people who would accept one of the most closeted, probably future politician, lawyers in the city (believe me that's saying a lot because there's a few of them) and his crossdressing boy/girl friend? When the door finally opened I got my answer. A tall man, wearing a healthy amount of makeup and a kimono (God, what gay man in those days didn't own several silk kimonos?) opened the door and gasped at the sight of me. "Oh, dear," he said, putting his hand to his ruby lips. "You are a sight!" He reached out and pulled me in quickly. Without thinking I held up my boyfriend's keys. The man blinked and then his eyes widened at the Stuttgart crest on the key ring. "That's not a Suburu!" "Huh?" I said. He took the keys from me and quickly shuffled me toward a curving stair. We were in a large foyer, the floor covered by a beautiful Turkish rug, big French doors opening to a larger center room. I could hear music and people talking and laughing through the doors, but the kimono pushed me toward the stair. "Upstairs you go! Bath and a change of clothing, I warrant. He'll never suspect anything!" I was taken to a bedroom upstairs and down a long hall where I was told to wait. Then the kimono wearing man left me there. I stood silently, not sure what was happening. Outside a window I heard laughing and splashing. I wandered over and looked down. There was a pool, and in it were men of varying ages, in varying degrees of dress, in varying degrees of compromising positions. From just talking at the edge of the pool, to a couple on a towel at the pool's edge in full ass pumping glory, they were enjoying themselves throughout the entire spectrum of enjoying yourself. Then I saw him, my boyfriend. I would recognize him anywhere. Tall, muscular, masculine. But, he also had what appeared to be two Asian girls, one on each arm. They were all three of them nude and they walked around the pool to a bench near the little pool house. My boyfriend sat down between the two girls. He began kissing one while the other went down on that gloriously beautiful cock I know and love. I put my hand to my mouth in shock. I saw him reach down between the thighs of the girl he was kissing and that's when I noticed she was packing. It wasn't large, but that was a cock, sure as shitting. "Well I'll be goddamed," I muttered. "Now I don't feel so bad." "You shouldn't," said a voice behind me. I turned, gasping, and saw two guys standing in the doorway. They were wearing black tie and white dinner jackets. Servant's uniforms. Oh, and they were shockingly gorgeous. One of them was African American, the other Hispanic. Neither was over the age of 20. Both were slightly taller than me, slim and lythe. Athletic. Like dancers. I took a deep breath. "Hullo," I mumbled, blinking at them and wishing I didn't look like ass. "Hello," the Hispanic boy said, smiling. The black kid smiled, too. "I'm Ansel," he said and then he put his hand on the Hispanic boy's shoulder. "This is Jesus." I swallowed and introduced myself. Ansel's eyes were a light gray/blue color and I nearly drowned in them as he smiled at me. "You need a bath, yes?" Ansel said. I nodded. Jesus went into the large bathroom and I heard him start the bath as Ansel came toward me. "Go ahead and undress," he said. "Mizz Maisy said to bathe you and...help you out." "Okay," I said. While Ansel rummaged around in a closet for a change of clothes for me ("We have any size or style you can imagine," he said. "Mizz Maisy likes to keep his guests happy.") I undressed. Before long I was standing there naked, my pale body shivering a bit in the cool air. I held my hand over my crotch, strangely shy, even though Ansel didn't seem to care and I wasn't a shrinking violet. After he laid out some clothes for me he grabbed my hand softly and pulled me into the bathroom. I stopped just inside the door when I saw Jesus. He was bending over a large, round bathtub/jacuzzi sprinkling bath salts into the bubbly water and he was naked. And he was beautiful. His light brown skin was almost completely hairless, smooth, without an ounce of fat; just trim, athletic beauty. When he saw us come in he looked at me and grinned. "Come on," he said, his slight accent lilting. "The water is nice and hot." He stood up and I bit my lip, trying to keep my eyes on his beautiful brown eyes. But it didn't work. My eyes roamed down over his smooth, muscular chest and strong arms, that stomach with the six pack abs and his nicely sized cut cock arching in a half-erection from his body. The shaft was darker than the skin of the rest of his body, the head a mottled dark brown. I wanted to run over to him, fall down in front of him onto my knees and bring that cock to full steam with my mouth. "Okay," I croaked. My dick under my hand was, by the that time, as hard as a rock. Ansel got on one side of me and Jesus on the other. While Ansel held my hand to steady me, I finally let go of my dick and let Jesus hold my other hand. They didn't say a thing as I stepped up the little ladder and then down into the bubbly water, my dick swinging around. Jesus followed me. Ansel started to disrobe as Jesus arranged himself behind me. He pulled in close until I felt his cock against the small of my back. He grabbed a bar of soap, lathered up his hands, and reached around me. I leaned back against him, letting his soapy hands roamed over my chest and stomach. When Ansel was naked he climbed in with us. His prick was fully charged and I gulped at the sight of it. It was thick, topped by a big, fat, purple head half hidden by his dark foreskin. A giant, uncut lollipop waiting for me to lick it. "You gotta be shitting me," I blurted. They both laughed and Jesus slid his fingers up to my nipples and tweeked them lightly. Ansel slid forward in the water and I opened my legs wide. He grabbed the soap where Jesus had put it on the edge of the tub behind me, leaning in to do so and his shoulder brushed against my cheek. I flicked my tongue out, tasting his skin and enjoying his scent. Jesus pulled me back against him harder, grinding his hard cock into my spine. Ansel then soaped up his hands and smiled at me. "You've got nice teeth," I said stupidly and then I blushed. Ansel laughed. "The best money can buy," he said. He reached down and lifted my thighs up so my lower body came to the surface of the water. He hooked my knees over his shoulders and began running his hands over my lower body, my thighs, ass, cock and balls. At the same time Jesus splashed some water on my hair and began rubbing shampoo in. It was, to say the least, a visceral experience I shall never forget. After a few minutes Jesus had me dip my hair in the water to rinse. Before they could do anything else, though, I pulled at Ansel's arms, trying to get him to stand up. He got to his feet, the water hitting at about mid thigh, and that glorious cock hung at half mast in my face. I wrapped a hand around it, feeling the sponginess and anticipating the feel of it hardening in my mouth. I plopped the fat head into my mouth and instantly felt it swell. My hands cupped his balls. They hung low between his thighs, and I was able to pull off his cock and lean down, taking them individually into my mouth to suckle them gently. Then I ran my tongue back up to the tip of that now fat, hard cock where I could pull the foreskin back and watch the head flare like a cobra's. I opened wide and sucked him, enjoying the sensation of his hard rod filling my mouth and pulsing on my moving tongue. But then Ansel pulled back from me and then they turned me over. "You still need some cleaning," he said. With my hands on Jesus's shoulders, Ansel lifted my lower body up, this time so my ass was clear of the water. I sighed as his fingers worked the soap between my ass cheeks, caressing my anus. My cheek was pressed against Jesus's cheek, and it was simple enough and easy enough to just turn and give him a series of kisses along his jaw line. He turned to me and met my mouth, our lips mashing in a passionate kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth just before I felt Ansel's tongue slide between my ass cheeks to flick over my pulsing anus. I moaned, arching my back and spreading my legs. Ansel worked his tongue down to my balls, lifting me fully clear of the water easily so he could take them one at a time into his mouth, mirroring what I had done to him. I reached down between my legs and pushed my hard cock back toward him and I felt his warm, wet mouth engulf the head. He reached up and pulled my stiff cock back farther so he could take it entirely into his mouth until his nose was pressed against my balls. I broke off my kiss with Jesus and tugged at him under arms. "Get up," I whispered. "I want to suck your beautiful cock." He edged up until he was sitting on the edge of the tub and his hard cock was right there in my face. I very eagerly ran my tongue up from his tight balls to the tip and then slipped his head between my lips. Jesus put his hands in my hair as I sucked his cockhead, lifting his hips up to meet my mouth. After a moment I felt Ansel leave my cock and heard him get out of the tub. But I was concentrating on my job at hand, or blow job at hand as it were. One hand cupping Jesus's taut sac, feeling the balls squirming around in there like they were two little gerbals struggling to get out, the other steading the base of the hot, hard shaft, while my mouth slid up and down and my tongue stroked the broad, velvety head. By this time the inside of my mouth was coated with precum, his and Ansel's, and I was beginning to think I might get a nice little surprise before long. About then I felt Ansel's hands on my ass again, lifting me back out of the water. He was standing behind me and I felt his fingers pull my ass cheeks apart. I recognized the feel of his thick cockhead pressed against my hole and then he pressed himself in slowly. At the same time he reached down between my thighs and caressed my cock and balls. "How's that?" Ansel breathed. "Too much?" I shook my head and then, without letting go of Jesus's balls, I reached my other hand back under me, arching my back so I could reach Ansel's balls, which dangled between his muscular thighs. I held them in my hand and pulled them toward me, hard enough to make him slide into me quickly. I tugged him all the way in, until he was buried deep. Then, steadying him with my hand gripping those balls, I began to rock forward and back, setting a rhythm by sliding back and forth on his steel pipe of a cock. "Holy...what a nice ass," Ansel breathed. "You really like this don't you?" I nodded, mumbling a yes around Jesus's increasingly jumpy prick. Finally Jesus began to shake a little and I felt his balls tighten up and disappear in his body cavity, leaving only a soft fold of empty sac in my caressing hand. With a curse in Spanish he lifted his ass off the edge of the tub, thrusting into my mouth. I groaned as the first heaving stream of cum shot into my mouth. "Dios mio!" Jesus cried out as another splooge of hot jiz rushed into my already full mouth. Cum spurted out of my lips, running down the shaft of his cock as I tried to keep up with the flow. I was concentrating now on not drowning as shot after shot of bitter sweet, creamy sticky cum blasted into my mouth. Ansel was grunting by then, his hips slapping against my ass. My fingers still clutched his balls, pulling him in as I jerked back and forth, gyrating my hips. I kept suckling away at Jesus's cock, taking in the last bit of cum that oozed from the tip. I could feel it softening, and his balls came back down into my hand. Still I kept him in my mouth, not wanting to let it go. But then Ansel grabbed my hips roughly and began to set the pace. Jesus's cock fell out of my mouth and I let go of their balls, putting both my hands on the tub edge either side of Jesus's hips, hanging on as Ansel began to fuck me in earnest. His thick, incredibly hard cock slammed into me as I encouraged him. Suddenly, he pulled me upright, wrapping his arms around me as he fucked into me hard. I arched my back and reached back to find his neck, pulling him close. I've said it before, I'll say it again: nothing better to me than being fucked righteously from behind by a strong man. Jesus leaned down and took my cock into his mouth and I gasped at the sensation. Within seconds I was cumming, crying out loudly and then I felt Ansel jerk against me and press in hard and deep. "Oh fuck," he said as he shot into my ass over and over, his body jerking with spasm after spasm. Finally, we all collapsed into the water, gasping for air and laughing. I put my arm around Jesus's neck and kissed him. Ansel slid up beside me and I put my other arm around his neck and kissed him. "God damn," I said. "You guys are fucking sexy." They laughed at that and Jesus kissed me again. Suddenly the door slammed open and there, looking at us with a wild eye, was my boyfriend. We all froze as he stared at us. The two beautiful lady boys who had been with him earlier were standing behind him. "Oh," I said, grinning, "hello!" He blinked. "You took the wrong car," he said. "Huh?" I asked, not for the first time that night. "You grabbed the wrong keys," he said. "Didn't you see the car I bought you? The Suburu?" "Oh," I said, thinking back to earlier that night. I shook my head. "The only keys in the bedside stand were your car's keys." "Your bedside stand," he said. "Your bedside stand, not mine. Didn't you see the Suburu?!" I nodded meekly. "I thought it was...I didn't know who...I'm sorry." He sighed and looked at Jesus and Ansel. Then he turned around and left. One of the lady boys closed the door quietly, a look of apology on her face. Needless to say I realized I wasn't going to get that Suburu. I looked at Ansel and Jesus in turn. "So," I said. "Uh...I might need a ride home later." "Later," Ansel said. He ran a hand up my thigh to my crotch. I spread my legs, enjoying the feel of his hand cupping my cock and balls. Jesus kissed my shoulder. "For now," Jesus said, "we have other business. Mizz Maisy said to take care of you and I don't think we're done. Do you, Ansel honey?" Ansel shook his head and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Nope," he said, smiling. "Not by a long shot."