“Flawless.”
But Lydia took little pleasure from the sight.
Milan lifted his head from Natasha’s breasts and shot a glance at Lydia.
“You like this too, don’t you?” he said. “Ross, bring her around where I can see her and have her sit on Tash’s face while you play with her from behind.”
The beat of the music drummed in Lydia’s ears and she kept her mind on it, the slow pound, pound, pound, as Natasha forced her tongue way up inside Lydia and Ross caressed her breasts and stomach. His piercing rubbed and pushed between the cheeks of her arse until she worried that he might go too far and breach her virgin opening. And throughout this double battery of lust, she had to watch Milan feasting on the woman who feasted upon her.
He was like some beautiful sinewy beast, in absolute control of his own body and Natasha’s, knowing exactly how to move, where to target, how much to give and how much to hold in reserve. The look of ferocious concentration on his face was so like the way he looked when in the throes of making music—Lydia comforted herself with the idea that he viewed Natasha as no more than another form of violin, an instrument to be played and mastered.
Natasha came under his hand and Lydia felt the other woman’s tongue flap wildly between her pussy lips, the breathing coming hard and fast, steaming her up inside.
“Oh yes,” crooned Ross into her ear from behind, nudging his cock further and further inside her cheeks. “Is that turning you on, baby?”
Lydia began bucking into Natasha’s mouth, vaguely hoping that she might suffocate the movie star. Milan was looking at her now, watching her keenly as if she were a contestant on that stupid TV show he’d done. Was he going to mark her performance—success or fail?
“Milan,” she said, reaching out to him, impervious to the joint efforts of Natasha and Ross. They might as well be on the other side of the room as far as she was concerned. “Please.”
“I’m sorry,” said Milan, apparently to Ross. “She’s a little greedy for my attention. Perhaps if I…”
“Oh, sure,” said Ross, lifting her off Natasha’s face. “How do you want to do this?”
“Lydia,” said Milan, taking her hands and pulling her into a tight embrace. “Let me make a suggestion. Ross is feeling left out, and that isn’t fair, is it?”
She shook her head against Milan’s chest.
“Come down, milácku, down.”
His hand exerted gentle pressure on her shoulder until she was kneeling opposite him. He took his cock in his hand and pumped it a few times, then put a hand beneath Lydia’s chin, running a thumb along her lips to part them.
“You know what I want, milácku?”
She nodded, happy to be given this chance to connect with Milan. She sensed Natasha’s eyes on her, lazily scornful, but she determined to look only at the man she loved and nobody else.
With her eyes fixed on his face, she opened her mouth and bobbed forward, first darting out her tongue to flick the underside of his glans, then sealing the tip with her lips. A tremble of Milan’s hips signalled his deep pleasure and she began to suck, reaching out to encircle the base of his cock with a finger and thumb, the way he’d taught her. She tried to keep her gaze up at him, hard as it was on her neck, clearing her mind of the audience and the other players in their foursome, concentrating on her work and his satisfaction.
Noises to their left indicated that Ross and Natasha were fucking enthusiastically while they watched. I guess they don’t do this because they’re bored with each other, Lydia thought. She flicked a look over to them, then couldn’t tear her eyes away, entranced by the two beautiful bodies in erotic combination.
“He’s hot, isn’t he?” panted Milan to her, pushing her head down further as she sucked. “You could have him. Don’t you want him?”
Ross and Natasha were bound up in some elaborate contortion from the later pages of the Kama Sutra. Lydia wasn’t sure she could even hold that position for longer than three seconds and she watched in awe as the pair demonstrated the elasticity of yoga gurus. The look on Ross’ face as he slid in and out of his wife’s pussy was electrifying and arousing—so much passion and determination written across his handsome brow. Lydia began to think that perhaps she’d been hasty in dismissing the prospect of fucking him.
Natasha came as the music reached a thunderous climax, her manicured oval nails digging into Ross’ firm backside.
“Ross,” urged Milan. “Take Lydia. Take her while she sucks me. That’s okay, Lydia, yes?”
Lydia could only nod, feeling the edges of her reality mist over with steam and lust. She spread her thighs and pushed out her bottom, ready for Ross’ hard prick, anticipating its size and feel.
His hands grabbed her hips and his cock glided in.
“I won’t last long,” he warned.
“That’s okay,” said Milan, the words coming with an effort now.
Ross began to thrust and Lydia felt herself pushed forward, Milan’s cock jerking farther down her throat. Caught between two cocks, she tumbled into a dark well of sensation, finding a pleasure in her submission that she had never before experienced. Her cunt widened, opened up by a stranger’s cock, though it was hard to think of a man she had seen so many times on film as a stranger. At the same time, she sucked harder, needing Milan’s spunk in her mouth, her reward for a job well done.
She got it, plenty of it, shooting to the back of her mouth while Milan pulled at her hair and heaved out a sigh. She swallowed the cream and let Milan lift her head and kiss her, long and hotly, through her own orgasm and, finally, Ross’.