A group fuck with a little bit of Elle

It was my first time in the King's bedroom - there was an enormous heart-shaped bed in the middle with the obligatory red silk sheets. The en suite bathroom was larger and had plenty of room for some 'clean' fun and generally the furnishings were Whore-house tasteful and practical. Under-arm over-arm with our bikers they had not failed to fondle our curvier bits as we came up but they stood slightly in aware of the room. Disentangling ourselves we drew them towards the bathroom - their mix of motor-oil, sweat, unmentionables and unwashed y-fronts were not a turn-on for us.

"Now now little lady's you can't be so nice as not like the smell of a real man?"

"We can and do - but once you guys freshen up we will have warmed the bed for you. We will give you a little show to brighten the proceedings." To give a hint of what was to come, I turned and kissed Samora full on the lips - the little minx responded by parting her lips and giving a saucy little bit of tongue.

"Whoa ladies now that's hot. We be back sooner than you can change an oil-pan on a BSA."

"Use plenty of body-wash guys! If you leave the door open you can peek while you wash."

We threw off our clothes except for the knickers, heels and bras - smiling Samora said to me:

"I was looking forward to this - it is normally not allowed except when I am working." Her arms slid around my waist and she drew me closer, the desire in her eyes was obvious if a little disconcerting. A tiny tattoo of two interlaced L's was revealed and sensing my hesitation Samora did not immediately press her kisses nor caresses.

"Like you I was seduced by Elle, she marked me - two Ls - for yes her name, being a Lesbian and just generally as pretty as Sèvres French Porcelain." She brushed her tattoo with obvious pride of wearing an outward sign of being one of Elle's girls. A hint of jealousy but more of curiosity rose in me.

"What IS the deal with Elle? Is she a punt..." Samora's kiss and the pressing of her bra covered breasts against mine interrupted my question. A knee forced itself between my legs and I realised lesbians had nothing to envy of forward men. She was making out with me before I had been well and truly ready to do so myself, nevertheless sex comes naturally to me and so I rolled with the sensual, hugging, hands on embrace we enlaced ourselves in.

Breaking for air - Samora glanced to the bathrooms - them were washing their penises which would soon be inside us raised to full erection. They didnt mind our little scene one little bit, it seemed. She winked at them and said:

"Elle keeps me on a short leash with other women, since I left my husband I needed someone in my life and she is it. She placed me with Maddam in a way - she is a customer and a contributor here. They have some history - I am too much of a subby to be told what. Now suck my tits - I need those lips on my nipples - you will find them full and juicy all hard for you."

And so they were - her hand had drawn down her bra - kissing her cheek, shoulder and top of her breasts, I shot a last look into her eyes before very deliberately closing my painted lips around her turgid pointing nipple. It tensed as I did so and teasingly I belayed giving it the tongue lashing it desired until her hand pressed the back of my head to force me. Her other hand - meanwhile - had cupped by groin and was rubbing my clit separated only by the silky softness of my knickers. The showers were shutting off and the men were drying - soon they would be upon us.

My arm slid around her waist and I drew her onto the bed so we fell side by side - kissing and embracing as we waited for our customers to come and make use of our pussies.