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recki50 -> Between the three of them - Part 1 (11/8/2015 4:54:31 PM)
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The four us arrive back at my hotel room. With me, Olena, intimidating black haired Russian around my height, taller tonight because of the high heeled black suede pumps she wore.
Straight out of a FHM, she looked like the kind of woman that would crush your balls without even a second thought and I had a feeling that was going to happen.
Next was Claire, short, preppy, blonde, miniskirt are the words that come to mind, halfway between a cheerleader and a skater, she wore red high top chucks and a t-shirt to perfection by her breasts.
Dropping to your knees and licking her out then and there would make her giggle and say "that tickles" in her sexy Californian accent.
Last was Alex, from South Africa, but made in heaven, her tanned silk smooth skin covered by a one piece dress that should be illegal, from the moment she stepped inside having already removed her shoes, I wanted to drop and emerge myself in the worshiping of this Goddess's feet, being the foot fanatic I was, I was seconds away from losing myself in my pants, only made worse as she softly brushed my erection while walking past with a smile on her face.
I quickly got the three ladies some drinks before being ushered up to the dance floor with Claire, from Hip-Hop to Swing, a bit of ballroom ending in some intense crotch on crotch grinding, aware of my arousal, slid her left in further rubbing my balls and the underside of my cock.
Indeed I was turned on by the dancing, however the bulk of it was from my earlier encounter with Alex, I quick glance over to her to find a glass in one hand and one leg crossed over the other giving her fine, fine, fine... foot a little swing. Thus gave a little more blood to what was already at full capacity.
Claire took the misguided hint, kneed me in the balls to get me to sit on the couch, straddled me and shoved her breasts in my face.
It was inevitable, but came at the worst time, I had my whole head inside Claire's t-shirt, her hand awkwardly inside my pants giving a most unfocused hand job.
"I will kick his balls first" came from across the room in a smooth yet demanding Russian accent. I popped my head out of the t-shirt, Claire just continued to tug away, looking very much like she was a Rodeo clown, I turned to Alex for some reassurance, she shrugged as to say good luck.
Olena stood by the window, taking her last sip of wine, I kissed Claire quickly, she responded by squeezing my balls and pulling me in for a make out session, A Catch 22 presented itself, the longer I stayed, the more impatient Olena and her ball breaking heels got, but Claire on the other hand was a real good kisser.
Like a last goodbye, I slid myself out from under Claire, like an upset child she whacked both fists down onto the couch, "Everything off but you underwear, I don't want to see your cock" Olena declared.
I got to my knees, fear ran through my blood and it ran through my veins, raising my cock and presenting my balls, I looked up to Olena for some direction, nothing, just the impact of her suede meeting up with my two unprotected testicles and a little bit of thigh, within seconds she's ready to kick again, but I'm out for the count, one hand on my nuts, the other as a stop sign thrust towards the Russian battering ram.
She calls me a pussy and walk past as I writhe in agony, Claire erupts in laughter as predicted and Alex lowers her feet into view and beckons me to come over.
End of Part 1
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