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Art Mann
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Miss Jessica . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Miss Laila
I slipped into Toronto this week to enjoy a free session at Naughty Nuru, thanks to those among you who placed me top five in the contributors poll.
What a blast!
In fact, more than one blast.
When I phoned to arrange a date, I asked lovely Miss Dahlia Sage whether she might be available herself, since we had chatted previously on the board and I would love to meet her in person. Alas, she has retired to focus on taking care of business.
So I thanked her for her generosity in sponsoring the gift and said I would like to contribute equal value in revenue by doubling up the appointment, either two hours, or perhaps two ladies for double the fun in one hour.
Didn't take Dahlia more than about eight seconds to convince me to go with the second option. Did I have someone specific in mind? I'll be happy with your choice, I said, and she assured me I wouldn't regret meeting Miss Jessica and Miss Laila.
A clear understatement.
Laila opened the door, tall, svelte, and gorgeous in red. We kissed and she introduced me to Jessica, petite, luscious and equally gorgeous in mauve. Her kiss melted my lips. And then we were off to the bedroom. A few more greetings, some more luscious DFK and a quick shower break.
Towelling off I returned to find these two hot ladies kneeling on the bed, locking lips and caressing each other's breasts. I entered the action by kissing Jessica on the back of the neck since she was closest to me, facing Laila. Running my hands down her body from breast to pussy, I was delighted to discover she was commando under that mauve micro skirt.
Clothes came off quickly and I found myself on my back, with Jessica straddling my face, hanging onto the headboard, my tongue dancing on her clit, and Laila delivering an amazing BBBJ. In the back of my mind I was urging myself to exercise control so I could stay stiff for switching to some great fucking. But with my hands on Jessica's breasts as she masturbated against my tongue and with Laila massaging my balls and sucking my cock . . . well, hell, I exploded within five minutes.
That led to some laughter and a little pause in the proceedings and I confessed I usually like to switch from BBBJ to cowgirl or mish before blowing in case I'm not hard enough after losing my load.
We'll get you back in business, Jessica promised, then asked if she could enjoy my tongue some more and straddled my face again as Laila went to work resurrecting my little artist. A certain bucking in the hips signalled Jessica's shot on goal and minutes later the scene was reversed, as she demonstrated her awesome BJ skills while Laila parked her pussy on my moustache.
Jessica's mouth having the desired effect, she applied a condom and rode me cowgirl. I was in GFE/PSE heaven, my right hand above my head on Laila's left breast, my left hand behind her back on Jessica's right breast.
And let me assure you both these ladies have beautiful breasts.
Had I not blasted earlier, I probably would have at that point as Jessica ground her hips against mine, but all was good and the three of us were rocking and rolling. As with every dance, there comes a change of position, this time in mish with Laila while tickling Jessica's G-spot.
Another pause as I gathered my breath while Jessica and Laila did a tongue dance with each other, then turned their attention to me again, alternating BJ and BLS and teasing the hell out of me. I mentioned sixty-nine would be fine. Jessica quickly complied, and the experience was divine.
This time I had no urge to hold back as the explosion arrived. With my face buried between Jessica's cheeks I couldn't see which of these lovely ladies was responsible ... but what a blast!
I was spent. A good thing too, I suppose, as the hour was drawing to a close. We still had a few minutes to cuddle and kiss and explore a little bit of personality, discussing music and poetry.
Oh, we also discussed the Nuru experience. Turns out we three got carried away and never got around to it. I suspect it would have been quite a bit slipperier and perhaps trickier to enjoy a duo that way anyhow.
So . . .
Not Nuru, but oh so Naughty.
Would I repeat? Damn right, in a heartbeat.
Although . . .
I really do need to treat myself to the Nuru experience. And joy of variety dictates opting for one of Miss Dahlia's other beautiful companions slip-sliding all over me.
Decisions, decisions.
