The Escort 3
...I awakened with a familiar dull ache in between my eyes and a dry mouth. I dipped my hand into a melting ice bucket and brought an ice cube into my mouth. I tried to move slightly so I wouldn't wake the man laying on my chest, or the man asleep against my shoulder. My memory came running at me as I looked around the hotel suite. I remembered a party. I remembered buckets of champagne. I remembered lines of coke. I remembered the rapper/mogul/ceo. I remembered putting on his chain in the private elevator and placing his hands on my ass. I remembered the NFL star. I remembered pouring champagne on his thighs and then on my dick. I remembered rubbing my dick across his lips while he bounced off the rapper's. The rapper who seemed to be waking up against my leg. As he began to stir, I finished the last of the ice cube and prepared myself for whatever was next. Considering what I remembered from the previous night, my duty was done and I hoped someone's Sidekick or BlackBerry or something would go off and maybe a meeting or something needed immediate attendance. I had an appointment with a realtor, or a trunk sale, or a massage I needed to get to. Of course, nothing of the sort happened. Almost simultaneously, Nike's, Gatorade's, and Lincoln's latest endorser began to run his hands along my torso.
Only seconds passed before the football player was sliding himself down on my black sheathed erection. I held on to his calves as he rocked himself into comfort while his dick drooled onto my stomach. The small ice cube was now only a memory as Mr. Multiplatinum slid his thickness in and out of my mouth as if he was examing my throat with it. As my tongue wrapped around the head of his dick, I felt the quarterback quicken his self-fuck and I began moving my hips in a pump-fuck. I was now multitasking the two of them into orgasm or atleast into a well-paid for nut. I had one hand on the baller's muscular thigh while I began quick thrusting into his ass and the other hand on the music ceo's sepia member french kissing it like I was a teenager ready to lose my virginity. I held the dick at its base then and welcomed it back into my throat and swallowed. I relaxed my mouth and allowed my saliva to flood over his hardness meanwhile bucking my hips hard into the impaling ass in front of me. Relaxing my mouth some more I let the fat dick slide out some before I quickly engulfed it again. On repeat, I mouth stroked him until I heard that wet vacuum noise only a skilled dick sucker hears. As that noise quickened, his moans got louder. My head bobbed at him faster as spit leaked from my lips down the shaft onto my hand. The moans turned into wails and I released my hand from his dick and stuck my middle digit at the opening of his asshole. He hollered " Oh Shit!" before I felt his dick expand in my mouth. I released it in time for ropes of his ejaculate to coat my chest and neck. The quarterback had now started to bring himself to his orgasm as he fisted his own dick. The rapper moved around to the football player, rubbing his chest from behind and licking his ears. I grabbed both of his thighs and continued my hard thrusting holding him onto my dick as I hit his spots deeper. I moved my hands up into the insides of his thighs pumping rapidly listening to his "oh.oh.oh.oh.oh.ohs" become "shit.shit.shit.shit.shits" I then put both my hands on his waist to hold him down and inhaled. As I exhaled, I bucked as if I wanted to throw him off of me punching his man spot like my dick was a fist. Those old sounds now became" fuck.fuck.fuck.FUCK" as his dick puked onto my stomach.
Both men collasped on top of my semen covered torso and invited me into a sloppy three man kiss. The NFL star slid his hands in between my legs and began to stroke my still hard and still sheathed junior. I began to relax into my own oncoming nut with the rapper's tongue in my mouth up until we all heard some music coming from something. I soon recognized what was a ringtone for my own SideKick...
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posted by Gary T. P. @ 5/04/2008 05:54:00 PM
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