“That sounds like it excites you,” I said with a wry grin, finishing off my salmon. “Like you haven’t had a real challenge in a long time.”
“Oh, I’m very good at what I do, Raf,” she said, her heel dragging slowly along my shadow’s back as he continued to lick and suckle at her pussy. “But with rich businessmen and women, they’re not true perfectionists, and I could get away with mistakes here and there. This, this is dealing with celebrities who often want someone who looks identical to their partner, who is often also a celebrity, which you can imagine makes things somewhat easier for me, but also somewhat more difficult in terms of ensuring discretion.”
“You mean in terms of just getting people to keep it quiet?”
She nodded, finishing off her meal. “Exactly. Everyone wants to brag once they’re a starfucker, so making sure that these people aren’t going to go bragging about the experience takes an added layer of scrutiny and review.”
“And my shadow?” I said, gesturing with a smile as he slowly started to pull back from between her legs, at her motioning, of course, certainly not of his own volition. “Was he difficult to convince to keep quiet?”
“Not at all,” she said with a smile, pushing the plate away from her as she moved to stand up. “He was more than happy to take the money, have the experience and then go back to his life in a sleepy little coastal town not too far from Valencia, on the eastern coast of Spain. This is his first trip to America, and his vacation will let him spend a week or so both in San Francisco and down in Los Angeles before he returns home with a head full of memories he’ll treasure for the rest of his life. I may even let him keep some photos or video, considering how little he said he gets out and travels, so he’ll have something to remember all this by. Now let’s move to this some place we can be a bit more free, where I’ve already got the cameras set up.” She reached down and helped Pedro to his feet as I stood up as well, letting her lead us back down the way we’d came and then off the other direction, heading deeper into the house itself.
I was sort of surprised by how many of the exterior walls were almost entirely made of glass, giving the whole place a sort of voyeuristic flair, although no matter which direction I looked, it felt like it was too far for anyone to be able to see us clearly. I couldn’t be certain of that, though. Down the hall was a room within the glass chambers, however, that had nice solid walls, and a massive oak door, that she pulled open, allowing Pedro to walk in, followed by me.
Inside was a bedroom that screamed post-post-post-modern, with a very heavily reinforced bed that was only at around knee height, but was easily triple reinforced, so I’m certain that whatever kind of activity Sheila wanted to get up to in here, the bed would be able to endure it. The sheets were a sort of eggshell white, with cream colored pillows, the rug filling most of the room a soft white with a large blue circle in the center of it that peeked out from beneath the edges of the bed.
“You have no idea what a leap of faith this is for me, Raf,” she said with a playful smile. “I’ve always sort of preferred treating lovers like I do clients — one night performances only, no repeats, so you have a distinct advantage over what I normally have in this room.”
“Mmm,” I replied. “Last time, you were telling me a story, painting a picture of a shy couple, both too nervous to make the first move, until finally the tension broke, and the walls came tumbling down. It felt like it was drawn from personal experience. Was it?”
Sheila unfastened the dress and let it fall to the floor, kicking it aside, leaving her in all her nude glory. “I hadn’t planned to do any of that,” she said, an almost shy look crossing her face. “It all just sort of came to me in the moment, like I wanted you to know who I was and where I’d come from, and what experiences had made me into who I am today. But…”
“But what?” I asked when she trailed off and remained silent. Pedro slowly began removing his shirt, and I took my cue from that and began removing mine as well.
“As much fun as it has been to set up these sorts of experiences for clients, that was the first time I’d ever taken part in one, and I found myself feeling… naked. Vulnerable. Exposed. But for some strange reason, I was comfortable around you, as if I knew you weren’t going to take anything beyond as far as I wanted you to.”
I was in the middle of taking my pants and boxers off when Sheila stepped in close, her hand reaching down to stroke my cock, her touch so much softer and tender than I remembered it being, as she smiled at me.
“And I was worried you might be nervous about doing this sort of thing,” she said to me as she slowly dropped down to her knees, moving to press a kiss to the tip of my cock. “So many men are nervous about having a second man in the room with them.”
“It’s a little easier,” I said with a gasp as I felt her lips wrap around the head of my dick once more. “When the second man is sort of just… me. I mean, two men in the same room, they’re both sort of jockeying to see who can perform better, who can satisfy better, but here, which me is the better me? That’s… that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.”
She giggled a little, popping her head off my cock as she nodded. “Oh I bet. Now don’t go thinking this is the main course, alright?” Before I could ask what she meant by that, she shoved her face down the length of my shaft until her lips were wrapped around the base of my dick, my balls wedged up against her chin, even as I felt her throat trying to push me out, but she held that moment for what felt like an eternity before drawing back enough so that she could inhale a heavy breath, giving another delirious burst of laughter rolling from her lips onto my shaft.
“Now you’re just showing off for the cameras,” I told her with a sly smile.
“Oh, you want me showing off, do you? C’mere, over to the bed.” She moved over towards the corner of the bed, climbing up and onto it, getting on all fours as she turned around, wiggling her hips at me as she curled a fingertip towards Pedro. “Let’s try something I’ve definitely never done before. I believe the term is spitroasting?”
Pedro was more than happy to step up towards her face, trying to pull her long blonde hair into a tail to use as a guide even as her mouth lowered down onto his cock, which I was surprised looked remarkably like mine, although I think perhaps he was a bit longer but also thinner, as Sheila started thrusting her face onto his shaft as I moved in to stand behind her, pressing the head of my cock against her pussy only to feel her suddenly lunge back onto me as she moaned around Pedro’s prick.
He moved his knees up onto the edge of the bed as Sheila shifted onto her elbows, letting him get a better angle so that he could thrust into her face more. It also put both him and I at eyeline together, and he smiled at me, his left hand lifting to offer me a questioning thumbs up gesture, as if to make sure everything was still to my comfort, so I shot him one back, even as I began to bounce Sheila’s hips a bit more firmly against my cock, my right hand grabbing a handful of the top of her ass to wedge her back into me a little faster, the forward bucks of my hips making her buttcheeks jiggle and ripple each time my flesh collided with hers.
A minute or so later, I saw that Sheila had figured out an angle that let her bring her left hand up to tickle along the underside of Pedro’s nutsack, which actually coaxed a groan from the man’s lips, his face wrenching up a little bit.
“I think if you keep that up, Sheila, my shadow may have some dessert for you.”
She let his shaft slip out from her lips as she looked back of her shoulder at me. “What about you, Raf? Close to giving up that first ghost?”
“Oh, I’ve been pacing myself because I didn’t know how you wanted all this to go…”
“I don’t mind him having sloppy seconds if you don’t, Raf… he’s your shadow, not the other way around,” she moaned, stroking his dick, keeping it close to her face.
“Sure, but I don’t see a reason to be rude about it,” I said to her before glancing up at him. “Sloppy seconds, go?” I said, pointing my thumb upwards. “Or no go?” I said, pointing my thumb downwards, just so that in case there was any language barrier, he would understand.
Pedro turned to point his thumb upwards before speaking. “I’m game for literally anything,” he said.
“Mmmm… that’s what I like to hear,” Sheila replied. “Then why don’t you two fill me up, m’kay? Nnnhhh… because that’s what I want… to be dripping fr– nnnggh!”
As if he sensed it would be a good move, Pedro pushed his cock back into Sheila’s mouth once more, as I thrust hard against her pussy, the two of us compressing her down a little bit, wedged between two hard cocks that weren’t going to let her pull away from being trapped there.
I lifted my hand up and brought it down in a hard slap against one of Sheila’s well-toned asscheeks and she gave a squeal of delight, trying to force her mouth harder onto Pedro’s cock, although she let it pop from her mouth long enough to shout “Oh! Fuck! Yes!” only to whimper and whine some more.
No matter how much the sensations were delighting her, Pedro couldn’t resist whatever working over her tongue was giving his shaft, as I saw his face clamp tightly together, his nostrils flaring. As he did, her thighs started to butterfly a little, her other hand reaching back to up at her own clit and tease my balls a little. The unexpected touch was the one thing I needed, so I imagine just as Pedro was blasting a load of cum into Sheila’s mouth, I was dumping my own up and inside of her cunt, feeling the walls of her twat trying to milk and suckle that spray deeper inside of her pussy.
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