This is Part 3 to my story. Part 2 was based on Sandra’s fantasy about us in a threesome with a black man and, mine with an older woman added to the mix. I described the party scene where Sandra, Marcus and I met a new playmate, Leona. I asked Sandra what would turn her on for Part 3. After thinking about it for a while she reminded me of a scene from a porno flick we had watched several years ago where a woman was on her hands and knees on a bed with a number of men around her with their cocks out, the woman sucking each one of them until they came. Searching my memory I remembered that most of the men in that scene were black and I asked Sandra if that was a part of her fantasy, to be serviced by several men of another race. Without hesitation, she said yes. The following is based on her fantasy…with one of mine thrown in for good measure.
Where we left off:
Leona looked at her watch. “It is almost 3:30,” she said to Marcus, “Time to get ready for the show.” With that, Marcus excused himself and went behind the stage. I noticed that several of the other employees at the bar did the same.
“Leona,” Sandra said, “Are you going to let us in on the night’s entertainment”?
“Sure,” Leona said, “We have put together a live sex show, just like you might see in one of the European cities. What makes it so alluring is that the actors often bring members of the audience on the stage with them. Naturally, the audience is restricted to those with discretion.”
Sandra and I looked at each other. No backing out now. A deal IS a deal.
Now:Part 3
Sandra, Leona and I got another round of drinks, this time a large bottle of Dom Perignon. As we waited for the show to begin I looked around the room at the other guests. They had settled in also and all had their attention on the stage. Leona and Sandra were becoming best buddies in the few minutes they had known each other and were whispering to each other in an obvious attempt to keep me from hearing what they were up to. Laughing and giggling in the way that women get when they are sharing a secret, they were almost like two schoolgirls.
I could pick-up snippets of their whispers. I heard “….go up there”, “…you won’t believe”, and..the size of them”.
“Okay,” I said, “That’s enough secrecy. How about bringing me into your little scheme, whatever it is you are cooking up.”
“Just wait until the show starts,” said Sandra, “You’ll get the picture soon enough.”
Just then the lights went out and the bar was plunged into darkness. A single light came on from behind us, aimed directly at the center of the stage. It was blue and cast an eerie color to the proceedings. From beneath the table Leona grasped my hand with hers, leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Just watch. You’ll find this incredibly arousing.”
The curtain rose, revealing a simple bed draped with white satin sheets. The blue spotlight played across the bed, tinting the entire stage. A dense fog came from the edge of the stage, obscuring but not hiding the view. Music began playing. In another context it would have been corny but Ravel’s “Bolero” was the perfect fit. “Watch closely,” said Leona.
From behind the bed, in the dim background, movement. A figure came into view and, as the fog parted, I could discern the outline of a woman’s body. Not tall or short, as her figure became more clearer I could see she was naked. Her most distinguishing characteristic was her hair. Long and flowing, it was straight and reached almost to the back of her knees. I had never seen anyone with such long hair before. As she came into view I could see she was Eurasian, perhaps of partial Thai ancestry. And very beautiful.
As she lay on the bed she began to slowly pass her hands over her body, stopping at her breasts and pussy to massage herself. She was an expert at it and very quickly had the entire audience enraptured. As the tempo of the music grew so did her motions and she became visibly aroused. I glanced to my side to see if this was having the same effect on Sandra and Leona as it was on me. Both of them had their eyes riveted on the stage and I could tell that Sandra was getting turned on from the rapid way she was breathing. I leaned over, and pulling her mini-skirt back, began licking her pussy. I could taste her juices and knew that she was on the verge of coming.
Watching us without joining in was too much for Leona and she too leaned over and began kissing Sandra’s breasts, lifting them free from her push-up bra so she could tickle Sandra’s nipples with her tongue. Sandra responded willingly, hungrily and we both could feel her climax build. Suddenly she gave out a muffled cry, her back arched in ecstasy, and she shivered with pleasure. Leona and I gave each gave her a kiss.
Our attention had been diverted from the stage by Sandra. Just then a collective noise from the audience told us something else was happening. We looked up to see that three male companions had joined the beautiful woman on the stage. Appearing through the mist they joined her, standing around the bed until all of them were visible.
“Why that’s Marcus up there”! exclaimed Sandra. Sure enough one of the three men was Marcus, his slim ebony frame prominent on the stage. He was coaxing his cock into erection with his hand.
