Max's boyfriend arrives.

“So…,” Arakaya began and then stopped. She didn’t want there to become a weird silence between the two of them but she didn’t really know what to say for small talk.

She went for something easy. “Do you ski?”

Max too feeling that a lull in the conversation could be brewing, blurted out, “have you always spoken English?”

The pair of them laughed at the stumble. Harry turning her eyes to the floor and blushing slightly.

“You go first,” Max told her giving her the chance to speak.

“I learned English in school. I practised writing letters to America. That’s how I meet my pen pal Hilde,” she told him.

“Oh wow!” Max said grasping everything that Arakaya was going through, “so you’ve never actually seen her before. Today was supposed to be your first meeting.”

She nodded sadly.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m sure we will find her tomorrow. Just you see,” Max told her and he was happy to see that her words seemed to encourage her a bit at least. “Do you speak any other languages?”

“Khazak and Russian,” Harry told Max. They were starting to get into a free-flowing conversation now. “What about you? What languages do you know?”

“Oh, just English and Australian.”

“What is that? Australian?” Arakaya asked surprised.

“It’s just like your English, but with a lot more swear words,” Max grinned.

Harry laughed at the cheeky Aussie.

As the room started to warm up, so did Max and Arakaya towards each other. They happily chatted, Max on the bed and Harry in the armchair about his work and things to do in Aspen once she had found Hilde. The heater making it so that Arakay was able to start discarding some of the thick layers of clothing she’d been wearing against the frozen temps. Down to just a thermal undershirt, Max couldn’t help but cast several sideways glances at Arakaya. The tall Kazakhstani was certainly beautiful with her long dark brown hair, big green eyes and full luscious lips. She looked exactly like he’d expect an Eastern European model to look. And outside of all the layers of clothing, Max could see that she had an incredible body to match too.

Perhaps it was thinking about Harry’s body that made Max jump guiltily with a start when they heard a banging at his door and a voice calling to open up.

“Sorry,” Max mouthed to Arakaya before he called out, “I’m coming.”

Opening the door, Harry had to hug her arms to her chest against the sudden chill that blew into the room. Her nipples going hard in just her undershirt and bra. She’d been worried that a woman was about to enter the room and start shouting at them for doing something but was relieved non the less when a man stepped inside the room. Her relief turning to shock when Max and the other male kissed on the lips in greeting!

Her eyes still wide when Max introduced the newcomer to her, “Mitchell, I’m really sorry, I should have texted but I thought you’d be… well. This is Harry,” Max said extending his arm to Arakaya, “Harry was meant to meet a friend at the airport but they didn’t arrive and she was stuck so I said she could stay here for the night.”

“Oh, Honey! She is just beautiful,” Mitchell explained upon seeing her. Max's boyfriend was slightly smaller than him with a light brown, almost chestnut colored hair compared to the darker brown of Max.

Arakaya stood up expecting to shake the new man’s hand but was instead enveloped into a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. Harry found she just couldn’t get her feet back under her today. Too much was going wrong. First Hilde and now this. She’d been idly dreaming about Max in her mind since meeting him and then he turned out to be gay!

“I’m Max’s boyfriend. I bet he didn’t tell you about me! Now sit down and let’s hear everything,” Mitchell motioned for her to sit back in her chair again as he waved Max over to sit next to him on the bed. His hand going to Max’s thigh in a display of casualness and familiarity. “Max is new to the whole ‘gay scene’ and isn’t quite ‘out there’ yet. Now fill me in on everything that’s happened to you girl.”

Harry’s mind whirling. She found she could start to piece things back together by repeating everything for Mitchell’s convenience. In the end, Max asked Mitchell if he’d ever of the Swanson family in town.

“They’re not one of my clients but I could ask around perhaps. I’d be happy to help,” Mitchell offered.

“Thank you. That would be really appreciated,” Harry thanked him earnestly before adding, “Who are you clients that might help?”

Mitchell patted Max on the leg again. Harry couldn’t help but noticed that Mitchell’s hand was moving higher as they’d been talking. “Another thing Max is too shy and embarrassed about to say. I’m what you’d call a Gigolo.”

Arakaya looked blank. She’d never heard that word before.

“A Gigolo. A man-whore. A prostitute,” Mitchell elaborated without a hint of discomfort.

Harry realised what he meant. She was deeply surprised that he’d sleep with women for money when she thought he was gay. Her confusing making her say, “but I thought you were gays!”

Mitchell just laughed. “I’m Pansexual strictly speaking. That’s like Bisexual I guess you’d call it. Anyway, a lot of the married men come here with their beard-wives and want my sort of company.” Harry tried to follow along. She didn’t know what Pansexual was but knew what Bisexual meant. She considered herself to be one as a matter of fact. “It gets even better. The women want the same sort of attention their husbands aren't giving them and pay me too.”

“But won’t you get caught if you are sleeping with both the husband and wife?” she asked.

“It’s too perfect. Both the husbands and wives are too embarrassed to ever admit it’s going on and pretend they’ve never even met me in public. Then they feel guilty afterwards and pay me even more next time to make up for it!”

Mitchell stopped to look Harry up and down for a moment. “You know with your sort of look, I bet you could make incredible money in my line of work.”

Harry gasped. She’d never even considered doing that sort of thing. She knew she should be insulted but instead she was flattered. An incredibly handsome gay man; sorry, pansexual man; had just called her attractive in a sense. “I do not sleep with men for money,” she told him.

“Women too,” Mitchell said. Could he tell she was interested in more than just men?

“I think you're being a little too much for Harry right now darling,” Max stepped in to save her.

“This would be too much,” Mitchell said as he moved his hand the rest of the way up Max’s leg and over onto his crotch.

Max first gasping and groaning before flushing deep red and trying to pull his lover’s hand away from his cock. “We’ve company!” he insisted urgently.

“And I suppose you’re going to tell me she’s not the reasons your cock’s so hard already?” Max wasn’t about to be deturbed. Audience or no.

Just when she thought she had a handle on the situation she kept getting thrown a curveball. Again she thought she should be offended by Mitchell’s behaviour but she just could summon the energy to be upset. Everything was too strange and too different for her in this country. Her eyes followed to where she could see Max was rigid and hard beneath his pants. Instead of anger, did she feel arousal?

“Don’t be shy. I think your new friend followed you back here tonight to see this,” Mitchell continued. He was firmly in control of himself and Max at least.

Unbuckling the front of Max’s trousers, Harry didn’t look away as Mitchell started to slide them down off Max’s waist. His boyfriend lifting his hips to help get them out from underneath him. Harry’s found she was starting to breathe harder at what was going on in front of her.

Mitchell closed his hand around Max’s stiff cock and started to stroke it up and down slowly. Max throwing back his head, eyes rolling back into his head.

“I’ve been so busy with my ‘work’ lately I haven’t been looking after Max’s needs properly,” Mitchell continued speaking. “I promised him I’d make it all up to him if I could get a night off. I hadn’t expected he’d find his own entertainment first.”

Arakaya wanted to deny that was what had been happening here tonight but found she couldn’t. The thought had entered her mind in the drive back with Max, she wouldn’t lie.

“The only question is… who’s going to take care of him first?” Mitchell asked Harry as he continued pawing at Max’s crotch. When she didn’t move or speak, he continued. “Looks like it's me.”

Mitchell dropped his head down into Max’s lap and took his cock within his mouth. Max groaning as he felt his boyfriend's hot mouth enveloping him. Arakaya too was on the move. Coming from the armchair, she knelt on the ground in front of Max, her hands touching the bare skin of his thighs. Max moaning all the louder at her touch.

“I thought so,” was all Mitchell said as he withdrew Max’s prick from his mouth and allowed Arakaya her turn. Mitchell moving up and away to kiss his lover as Max started sucking his dick.

The heat in the room was rising steadily. Arakaya on her knees sucking dick as Mitchell was the first to start discarding their clothing. The pair of them not long behind him as Harry soon found herself naked on the bed between the two men. Cocks on either side of her pressing into her smooth skin as Max began sucking on her aching nipples hungrily. She tried to use both of her hands at once to stroke the two men but found it hard trying to turn herself so that she could reach Mitchell behind her and keep Max’s face on her tits. A solution coming when Mitchell brought his cock up into her mouth as Max started to trail lower. She could feel Max’s hot breath on her inner thighs as Mitchell thrust himself inside her throat. Her hands rubbing and cupping his balls as she fellated him. Her concentration lost as Max started to lap and suck at her labia before darting a questing tongue between her wet lips.

The two men seemed to play with her between them as they took turns being sucked off and eating her pussy. Arakaya wasn’t sure who’s face she first came on but was sure she’d soon covered both of them with her grease. She was bent over Mitchell in the 69 position when she felt Max sliding his cock inside her for the first time. She practically froze for a moment, using her knees to hold Mitchell’s head as Max started to drive himself deep within her.

From there she was passed around again between the two men as she had cocks inside her from both ends. Both of them kneeling as she was used as a pair of finger cuffs. Max and Mitchell encouraging each other to use and take Arakaya with increasing hardness.

Max was the first to come between them, pulling out and then throwing Arakaya onto her back. Crawling up over to sit over her tits Max started to explode all over her mouth and face. He’d barely just begun when Mitchell had filled her pussy between her legs. The second man fucking her hard and fast seeking an orgasm of his own no doubt. Arakaya rubbed her clit frantically wanting to join first Max in orgasm. Her pretty face a mask of pearly white semen as her whole body shook and spasmed. Max’s spray just finishing as she was then pelted with cum a second time. The two men kneeling over her face as she was splattered with great strings of juice once again. The combined loads of both men leaving barely little skin remaining on her face and much of her neck.

{Author’s Note: So many great suggestions that I couldn’t choose between them and had to write them all! I think we’ll continue the story based on the chapter that gets the most likes out of the three. I’m loving everything you guys are coming up with and can’t wait to see where things go from here for Arakaya after her first night. Let me know in the comments just what that is!

Dacia xoxo}