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Twenty-Four

Neal

As soon as I set foot through the door I hear it – the music; not loud, exactly, but the volume’s up high enough for me to be able to hear it drifting down from upstairs. It sounds like a rock track, not too heavy but the beat’s down and dirty and I know something’s happening. Something’s going on.

I throw my jacket over the chair by the door and loosen my tie as I head upstairs. The music’s getting louder, and it’s coming from the bedroom. The bedroom I now share with Kira, for the time I’m here, anyway. My heart’s beating ten to the dozen and I don’t know why, I just have a feeling that, when I open that door, something’s gonna be waiting for me and I smile as I remember her promise of a birthday present I’m gonna really, really like. Which is something of a given, as long as it involves her naked.

I stop outside the door and rest my forehead against it, just for a second. I can’t hear anything but the music, and my stomach dips, my heart carrying on its frantic rhythm as I push the door open and step inside.

She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed only in tiny white panties, a short, sheer white slip-dress and killer stripper heels that, as she stands up and walks over to me, make her legs look crazy-long. My eyes drop to her tits, her erect nipples pushing hard against the ridiculously thin material of her dress, and my cock is on freaking fire!

Happy fucking Birthday to me!

‘I said I had a present for you, didn’t I?’

She smiles the most seductive smile I’ve ever seen, which does nothing to calm my cock as she slides a hand inside my shirt and kisses me slowly, her tongue slipping into my mouth and I take it, and kiss her back, pulling her against me. ‘Yeah. And it’s a present I’m loving, darlin’.’

She pulls back slightly, and smiles that smile again. ‘This isn’t it, Mr Cannon.’

I love the way she calls me that. I freaking love it!

I watch as she heads over towards the bathroom and opens the door. A striking, dark-haired girl around the same age as Kira walks out, and Kira takes her hand and pulls her against her, kissing her slowly, their bodies moulding together in perfect symmetry, and I know what’s about to happen now. I know, and I can only will my cock to hold out for as long as it can because I’m about to get the present of a freaking lifetime here.

‘Neal, this is Kandi-Ann.’ Kira looks into the other girl’s eyes, and it’s so freaking hot it’s got my head spinning. ‘We were just in the middle of something, but…’ She turns to look at me, and I am fucking dying here. Fucking
dying!
‘You can watch, while we finish. If you want to.’

If I
want
to?

Jesus fucking Christ!

She lets go of Kandi-Ann – who’s wearing exactly the same as Kira, only in black – and comes back over to me, pushing me down into a chair I imagine she’s placed pretty-much strategically near the back of the room. I guess I’m gonna need a good vantage point if I want to see everything.

‘Do you want to watch us play, Mr Cannon?’

She straddles me, and that’s just fucking cruel, man, letting me feel her hot pussy against my aching cock and I can’t have it. Yet.

She slides a hand around the back of my neck, threads her fingers in my hair and leans in to whisper in my ear. ‘You get
me
, you don’t get her. Do you understand?
I
get her. You don’t.’

I don’t want Kandi-Ann. She’s pretty and all that, but she isn’t Kira. Nobody’s Kira. Kira Blu is one in a fucking million and I’m having the best freaking birthday, ever, thanks to her.

I look into her eyes, and she gets that I know exactly what’s happening here. She gets
me
, and that only makes me want her more.

I lean in to kiss her but she pulls back and smiles as she climbs off me, shaking her head. ‘Later, Mr Cannon. I told you. Kandi-Ann and me, we’re in the middle of something.’ She places her hands on my knees and leans forward, and her mouth almost touches mine as she speaks. Almost, but not quite. ‘Be a good boy now, sit quietly and watch, and then Mama’ll give you somethin’ you ain’t ever gonna forget. Alright?’

For Christ’s sake, where did she learn to do that freaking accent? If she can play my down and dirty southern girl then I’m not ever letting her go…
Jesus!
I’m literally pinching myself right now as I watch her head back towards Kandi-Ann, all swaying hips and tight ass, because I’m almost positive I must’ve fallen asleep and this is just another full-on wet dream. But, shit, no, I’m freaking living it! It’s real!

My cock’s trying to force its way through the denim of my jeans, and my fingers are gripping the arms of the chair so tight my knuckles are turning white as I watch Kandi-Ann push Kira against the doorpost, and as she kisses her, I swear, I don’t know if I can get through this without jerking off, right here, right now. But I gotta get me some self-control, because those girls haven’t even started yet. And I’m ready for the show.

Kira slowly slides the straps of Kandi-Ann’s dress down over her shoulders and I watch as it slips to the floor, leaving her in nothing but stripper heels and black panties. Her body’s different to Kira’s. Not so many curves, but still spectacular. But it isn’t until she does the same to Kira – until she strips her almost naked – that my cock stirs again. Kira Blu. My beautiful whore.

I close my eyes for the briefest of seconds, to try and gain some more self-control because I really don’t want to shoot my load just yet. I want to wait. I need to be inside my girl before I do that. And as I open my eyes I see my girl with her back arched, her arms raised high above her head so her tits are pushed right out as Kandi-Ann sinks to the floor and slides her panties down, pressing her mouth against Kira’s slit as she helps her out of her last remaining item of clothing. And Kira moans and sighs and it’s beautiful to watch because I can see that it isn’t the first time these women have done this. I’m guessing they did this on a regular basis, once, and I’m not sure whether that turns me on even more or makes me slightly jealous. Either way, I can’t take my eyes off the two of them.

I watch as Kira widens her stance, allowing Kandi-Ann to pull her wider apart, and as she begins licking her pussy Kira’s moans fill the room and my throbbing cock is beyond painful now. I want to set it free, but if I set it free I’m gonna come, and I’m not ready yet.

So I close my eyes again and take another second to try and calm down. And when I open them this time they’re on the bed, Kandi-Ann underneath, Kira kneeling over her. Kira leans over to kiss the other girl, pushing her ass towards me and I can’t stop the groan from escaping. It’s the most incredible form of torture I have ever endured. And then she kneels back up and Kandi-Ann touches her, probing her pussy in slow, rhythmic strokes and I don’t know how much more I can take.

I watch as Kandi-Ann pushes two fingers inside Kira, and I feel like I’m some place else, in another world, one where nothing and nobody else matters except this crazy-hot scenario. I literally feel myself burn up as Kira moans and sighs some more because she’s genuinely enjoying this. It’s obvious. She loves the touch of another woman as much as she loves
me
finger-fucking her, and I need to be in there so bad now. So fucking bad. But they aren’t finished.

Kandi-Ann pulls her fingers out of Kira and flips her onto her back, spreading her legs so wide I get to see heaven and so much more before she touches her again. And I can see everything this time. I can see her play with Kira’s clit, watch as she sucks on her tits and her fingers slip and slide around in Kira’s wet pussy. She’s bringing my girl to a crashing orgasm, and I can’t hold out any longer. I grab a handful of tissues from a box they’ve quite obviously thoughtfully placed beside my chair, free my frustrated cock and instantly come in a succession of quick and frantic waves as I watch Kira buck and jerk to her own climax with Kandi-Ann’s fingers buried deep inside her.

I close my eyes and throw my head back, trying desperately to get my breathing under control but it’s painful and ragged and I can’t seem to catch it.

‘Do you want to join us now, Mr Cannon?’

I open my eyes at the sound of Kira’s voice, and look over towards the bed. They’re sitting up, two of the most beautiful, naked women I have ever seen and they’re asking me to join them. But I remember what Kira said – I don’t get Kandi-Ann. I still don’t
want
Kandi-Ann. But I sure as hell want Kira. In fact, it’s taken just seconds for my cock to regroup and get back in the game, and I know I’m gonna be more exhausted than is humanly possible after this but I don’t fucking care.

So, if I don’t get Kandi-Ann, how exactly is this gonna work, then? Only one way to find out.

‘Get naked, Neal.’

Kira smiles and I’m not gonna hang around. I’m naked in seconds, and they’re pulling me onto the bed and I’m dying all over again.

But they gently push me aside, at first, and I can only look on as they continue to enjoy each other, touching each others’ tits, sucking on nipples, kissing in a way I can only describe as dirty and full-on sexy as pussy rubs against pussy, man, this is like the best wet dream any man could ever have. And it’s freaking real!

And then Kira breaks free from Kandi-Ann and turns towards me, and as our eyes meet, I swear, I have never felt a sensation like it. I’ve never believed in fate before but I truly believe, now, that I was meant to meet this woman. I was meant to be here, I was meant to live this life; I was meant to be with
her
.

‘Come here, Mr Cannon,’ she whispers, falling onto her back and I lie over her, just staring into her eyes because I still can’t believe this is real. ‘Kandi’s going to watch as you fuck me, OK? She’s going to watch and she’s going to take photos; she’s going to record us fucking because
I
want to watch us, too, Neal. I want to watch you fuck me.’

Oh Jesus Lord in heaven!
I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I sure as hell want to thank whoever’s up there looking over me.

I kiss her, slow and deep, our fingers threading together as her back arches and our bodies touch. But I’m not inside her yet. I want to try and play this for as long as I can before the endgame starts. So I let go of her hands and move down, kissing her neck, her breasts, her stomach, which makes her flinch slightly because it must have tickled her, and even that turns me on. But I’m not satisfied until I reach her pussy, and it’s wet and warm and waiting for me to dive into, and I don’t hang around. The second my tongue tastes her I feel every ounce of frustration I had at not being able to touch her melt away.

But I don’t stay there for long. I take what I need, then slide back up her body to kiss her again, and she moans quietly as she tastes herself on my mouth.

My fingers slip back between hers, gripping tight as I look down at her. And then she raises her hips slightly, her eyes locked with mine as I finally push inside her. The relief is overwhelming, and I forget someone’s watching us, filming us, photographing us, but when I remember, it’s like another kick-start that causes me to thrust harder and faster before slowing down again, because I want to feel her with every move I make. She’s tight and warm and so wet, but she’s got such a grip on my cock it isn’t going anywhere.

She arches her back again, and I lean over to suck on her tits, feeding off her quiet sighs, and then she moves her body just a touch, angling it so I fall as deep as I can into her and I’m done. I’m coming, and I’m coming fast, and those insane muscles of hers are gripping me so fucking tight, squeezing my cock like a freaking vice,
Jesus!

I let out one final cry as the spasms begin to end, and I know she hasn’t come yet. But I want to try something. I’m living this crazy freaking dream to the fucking end. So I stay inside her, take hold of her hips and flip her over so she straddles me. She starts riding me cowgirl, her body moving in slow, fluid waves and my cock is, somehow, ready to go all over again. I can feel it hard inside of her, and I am so fucked-up here, so out of control but I’m thinking I don’t ever want to leave this room. I want to live my life with this woman, having all the fucked-up sex we can because this is where I need to be now. I’ve never felt so freaking alive!

I sit up and pull her to me, staying inside her as I kiss her long and deep, and she wraps her legs around me and presses herself against me to get the friction she needs to reach her climax and it feels so good, so fucking good!

I run my hands up and down her back, feel her tits on my chest as she thrusts them against me and we’re still kissing. And we keep kissing as she finally comes in a barrage of rapid, violent waves that create such a grip on my cock, and that’s all it takes to get me off again. This is fucking crazy! I can’t have anything left to shoot, but I’m coming and she’s taking it and we’re moving together and holding on tight as this insane ride continues.

And when she’s done she falls against me, and I hold on to her, burying my face in her shoulder as we try to get our breathing back to normal because mine is shot to hell, man. It’s all over the place. I can’t believe I’m doing this, yet I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to let her go or leave this room or go back to real life. And we don’t even have to do that, not if we don’t want to. I have enough money to make sure we live the kind of life we want to live. We can do anything; be anyone we want to be. Nothing is out of bounds with Kira. Nothing. And I’m so freaking excited by that, I can’t even explain.