“You’re both so sweet,” she giggled, taking another sip of her wine.
She’d had so much of it already, showing little restraint simply because it helped her cut loose, and if she intended on sleeping with the two men anyhow, what’d it matter if she got a little out of control?
“I know you spent your first night down the hall,” Martin said, his fingers lightly trailing over the outline of her slit, “but a night here and I guarantee you’ll be on your way to being the luckiest mother in town.” His face lit up, smiling at her delightedly beneath his moustache as Mark reached out to take her free hand.
Her fingers wrapped around his hand, holding him as her hips shifted, body moving a little as she smiled at Martin.
She thought she’d picked well, the two men. One experienced and calm, the other youthful and excited. Her breathing quickened in her chest as her eyes kept darting between them.
“I feel lucky,” she admitted, and it was so true, despite the wine, or because of it.
Martin leaned across the corner of the table and kissed her on the mouth, a soft, moist moment as his tongue lashed against the seam of her lips before sneaking on in. Their two tongues twirling and teasing each other as he carefully teased her little slit below through her panties.
“Would you like to go into the bedroom?” he asked as they broke their kiss, “Or just bend over this table right now?” So vulgar, so charmingly, casually vulgar like that. He had such calm control, radiated confidence, unlike the younger Mark that squeezed her hand and leaned in to peck at her shoulder.
Lisa moaned into the kiss, at the words, at everything, and she was so tempted to do just that. To let him take her, right then and there against the dinner table. Her eyes went up to the ceiling as she ground against his hand, her bare shoulder moving closer to Mark, luxuriating in his touch as well.
“Oh God,” she sighed, biting in her lower lip once she realized how lusty she sounded.
“Here.” The word spilled out without her permission.
“I thought as much,” Martin said with a charming smile, standing up from his chair.
With such careful motions he helped her out of her seat, pulling it away as she stood up. Mark leaned in to steal a kiss of his own from her lips before Martin came back, guided her forward to rest her hands upon the table.
“We’ll take good care of you the whole night through,” he said, his firm hands hooking into the waistband of her panties and sliding them down, having to peel them from her moist slit then take them down off her feet, one at a time. Then with those older, controlling hands of his, he set her feet apart, splaying her legs.
“Mark is going to eat your pussy just a little dear,” Martin told her, gesturing for the younger man to come kneel down behind her. “We want you to be nice and primed for what’s to come.”
She was so obedient, grateful for the guidance and control the older man showed over her. He was just kind, doting, helpful, and she was appreciative as she let her skirt ride up over her full ass and thighs, bared and showing the red, aroused pussy to them both.
She blushed, though ultimately, as her heart raced, she was filled with such need and desire, her behind wriggling towards Mark. More than anything, she wanted to feel his mouth on her already sweet, wet pussy.
The young man peeled off his sports jacket and got down on his knees behind her. His two hands found her thighs, and he leaned in, inhaling her feminine scent before he lashed at her folds and tasted her honey.
The low moan the young man gave was almost as pleasured as her own, Mark relished each lash of his tongue along her slit, and though he was no expert at it, he knew the basics and he worked at her cunny with such enthusiasm and desire, relishing every little lick. Every suckle upon her clit.
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?There you go,” Martin said, stroking his hand along her spine on up to her head, brushing her hair aside as he leaned in to place a kiss upon her lips again.
Every time Mark’s tongue found her, her tongue swept across Martin’s, the three of them working in tandem. It was an erotic dance with three partners, her fingers touching along Martin’s jaw as her hips pushed back towards Mark.
They were so similar, their respectfulness, their tenderness, their lust for her so apparent. Yet they were different as well. Mark, with his youthful vigor, his desperate desire to please her, and Martin with his slower, more skilled motions as he sought to bring her to a higher plane.
Both were lovely, though, and she let out a moan of appreciation against Martin’s mouth.
Martin pet her hair, her back, all as Mark ate her pussy out from behind, his two hands fondling her thighs, moving on up to work at her two perky ass cheeks. He fondled and kneaded her flesh, working her back end even as his tongue licked and teased her clit.
“Gorgeous girl,” Martin said to her in between smacks of their lips before rising back up, slowly undoing his own tie, removing it, along with his jacket. He smiled down at her. “Pretty girl like you needs to be taken care of properly,” he said, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt, showing his dark-haired, but firm and fit chest beneath. He was older than all her other suitors by far, but he was well taken care of, both physically as well as financially it seemed.
And if this truly were about being bred by the finest and studliest of the men in the town, then she had exquisite taste. Though, honestly, with how eager they all were to please her, it was hard to pretend it was a selfless act. That she didn’t part her legs, pushing her pussy into Mark’s face as her hand reached out for Martin, for his belt, trying to tug him nearer to her.
Martin came in closer, unbuckling his belt even as her dainty fingers curled about it. He unfurled the leather, pushed it through the hoops and undid the buttons beneath. His pants opened and he tugged down his black boxer-briefs.
A thick, veiny shaft sprang forth, throbbing before her as Mark licked at her cunny so enthusiastically. The bulging, purple crown of Martin’s cock peeking out, glistening with precum in the elder gentleman’s excitement.
Lisa moaned in delight, licking her lips upon seeing the hint of his dick, her dark eyes turned lusty as her juices played against Mark’s tongue.