Chapter 61 – Paris swallows

For a long moment everything just goes still. I’m still kneeling on the floor. Trixie is still behind me, hugging me and kissing my shoulder. Darnell is still standing in front of me, one hand holding his softening cock out toward me, the other still wrapped up in my hair, holding me still. And of course, my face still covered with the evidence of just how sexy Darnell believes it is to get a blow job from me.

I keep playing the lie over in my head, both Trixie and Darnell have to believe that I like sex as Paris, that I like sex with men, that I like giving blow jobs, that I like cum. Oh fuck, did I tell Trixie…

My thought is interrupted as my fear is confirmed with Trixie breaking the rooms silence, “Baby! You got it all over her face! I told you, she likes the taste. It’s not like with me, you can cum right in her mouth. Here let’s, like, not waste this, right Paris?”

Paris peeks around my shoulder so I can see her concerned look as she ‘helps’ me. Dutifully she starts dabbing at Darnell’s cum. She quickly finds it’s not easy to pick up and instead moves on to simply pushing it around on my skin, directing it all to my mouth. Yes, I did tell her that I liked the taste of cum, that most men loved seeing their girls swallow and that I was always a ‘good girl’ to my guys.

With Darnell still holding my hair, now watching intently as Trixie ‘helps’, I can’t even turn away from Trixie’s pushing, probing, fingers. After Trixie gets the cum off my chin and into my mouth, she moves to my cheeks. I feel a wave of pleasure wash over me, the aftereffects of the wonderful orgasm Trixie just gave me, and thankfully it covers up the trembling of my body as I just sit here with my mouth open, feeling Darnell’s cum gathering on my tongue and slipping its way back to my throat. I can’t spit it out, I can’t ask her to stop, I can’t complain… but at the same time I can’t just swallow. Can I? I can barely breathe for fear of smelling it, let alone tasting it. I haven’t even tasted my own cum before. I have no desire nor intent to taste another man’s cum. I have no desire nor intent to SWALLOW another man’s cum.

Trixie just smiles and hums to herself as she continues to wipe the cum from my face. After the last bit is pushed over my lower lip Trixie puts her fingers in my mouth, tilts her head, grins, and says, “There! All for you Paris! Now go ahead and suck the rest off me please!”

My eyes dart between Trixie’s happy go lucky gaze and Darnell’s transfixed stare. I can’t even imagine how erotic it is to watch what he just saw. His ultra sexy girlfriend just wiping the face of her ultra sexy gal pal who just gave him a blow job and now sticking her fingers in to get sucked clean.

I probably waited a beat too long as I see Trixie’s face relax just a bit. Before it can truly change into a concerned look I go ahead and leap, closing my lips around her dainty fingers. I don’t have to suck, thankfully, as Trixie instead slides her fingers in and out, wiping them clean on the inside of my puffy lips. It leaves me with the ability to continue to let the cum just pool in my mouth as I try frantically to figure out a way to spit it out without either of my sex partners recognizing what I’m doing.

With Darnell’s ‘help’, however, I don’t get that chance.

Still holding my head still, he steps closer as soon as Trixie’s fingers clear my lips and I see that he must have thought the vision before him was indeed very sexy as he’s grown completely hard again. I’m not even sure if he grew completely soft before rebounding. Regardless, in his excitement to ‘help’ he misses his aim toward my lips and instead boops the end of my nose with his cock. I can’t stop my mouth from opening in surprise, which Darnell takes clear advantage of by moving his cock down by a degree or two and pushing forward again, this time sliding back in between my invitingly open lips.

“Mmm, that is so fucking hot Paris. Go ahead and clean me off too!”

With Trixie’s fingers sliding in and out of my mouth I was able to keep my throat closed and the cum in my mouth contained. But with Darnell’s sizable cock barging its way in, opening me up wide again and stretching my lips around his girth, my throat simply opens up. Once the first dab of cum slips further back, touches my throat, reflex takes over. I swallow. And swallow and swallow and swallow.

I try not to think about it, but I believe I’d have been better off if I’d have simply swallowed my ‘treat’ once Trixie had it all in my mouth. It was all on the back of my tongue and could have been swallowed with one big gulp. Sure, it was still coating my mouth, and I’d still taste it, but I’d have avoided most of it as it went straight down to my gullet. Now, with Darnell jacking my mouth open wide, I can’t swallow it in a single go. Worse, my tongue is now **** up against his cum covered cock on each swallow, re-coating my tongue in his essence.

My and Darnell’s actions combine to ensure that I get to savor every bit of his cum. He thankfully doesn’t slide into my throat this time, but he does ‘let’ me get the cum off the rest of his length by sliding out, turning my head to the side, and pressing his shaft up against my pursed lips. When he slows, I close my eyes in frustration as I realize what he’s expecting. What I’d expect from any girl that says they like this act and like this flavor. I eventually have to stick out my tongue to get the rest of it off his shaft.

Once it’s all swallowed down, the overwhelming musky flavor and smell overpowering anything else in my vicinity, Darnell pulls my head back a bit more and adds salt to my wounds by repeatedly tapping my still pursed lips with the head of his cock, “God Damn Paris, that may be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Sorry baby, but I’m serious. The two of you like that, seeing the lust in her eyes, watching her enjoy it like you never had… I mean, I could go again already!”

Trixie saves me from finding a way out of blowing Darnell a second time as she stands up quicky behind me and pokes his naked chest with her long fingernail, “Nuh-Uh Mister! I think that was, like, hot too and I need some loving myself. Paris can get clean while you do me!”

Darnell evidently doesn’t’ need to be asked twice as he doesn’t even try to move into the bedroom of the hotel suite. Instead, he lifts Trixie up and wraps her blue PVC boot clad legs around his waist and moves to the couch. As soon as she’s laid out on her back, Darnell lines up his manhood between her legs, and slides into her. Even if Trixie wasn’t already fully wet herself, I personally know that Darnell’s cock has been moistened, letting him slip in with ease and pleasure. Trixie’s head leans back into the couch cushions as her back arches and she lets out a long sexy high-pitched moan. Her legs lock behind Darnell’s back and start pulling him into her with more **** on each of his already powerful thrusts.

The fleshy slap slap slap of Trixie and Darnell’s love making, along with each of their erotic moans and grunts, soon fill the room. Even if I hadn’t just sucked off this large hulking black man, watching this couple do more than have sex, actually make passionate love to one another, would be awkward. As Trixie said I could go clean up I decide that’s a GREAT idea and…

Damn It!

I shift my legs together and try to push up but am unable to get enough balance and strength to lift myself up onto these four-inch stiletto heels. Not only has the PVC been cutting off the circulation to my legs by gripping them so tightly, my arms are still bound behind my back giving me no other push off points. I try to built up momentum, leaning forward and then leaning back quickly and do push myself enough to roll onto the soles and heels of my boots… but I don’t have the strength or balance to hold it, let alone stand from that position and instead just keep moving backwards and fall onto my back with an undignified ‘oof’.

After wallowing in my own defeat for several minutes, I eventually can get back up onto my knees, but there’s no standing in my future without assistance. I probably could have kneel crawled my way into the bedroom or some other area and given Trixie and Darnell their privacy, but frankly I was too mentally wiped out and instead chose to simply close my eyes and focus on NOT replaying the memory of what just happened in my head’s internal theater. There will be plenty of time to work through that later.

Evidently giving Darnell a pre-fuck blow job helped his staying power as he and Trixie made love for close to forty five minutes. Most of it was in the same missionary position they started in, but Trixie had them awkwardly roll over at one point so she could ride him seductively. She even turned around, reversing her cowgirl position while Darnell’s hands cupped and caressed her sizable ass as it bounced up and down. Eventually Darnell moved from that up onto his knees, pushing Trixie down onto her hands and knees, and they finished off with a furious five minutes of intense doggy style fucking. Even in that position, it was clear Trixie and Darnell loved each other as it wasn’t a degrading position for either of them. They ended with Darnell cumming deep inside Trixie as he pulled her up against him, turning her face so that they could kiss romantically in the afterglow of their simultaneous orgasms. Technically, if my ears registered them correctly, that was Trixie’s third orgasm.

After they finished and recovered, Darnell and Trixie both noticed I was still there. Trixie thought it was ‘adorable’ that I wanted to stay with them all that time and had the ‘wonderful’ idea of giving me a reward for being so cute. Licking Trixie clean wasn’t so bad as her own lovely flavor masked the knowledge that she was pushing Darnell’s cum into my mouth. As soon as she stepped aside though, as if I were a ride at the fair, Darnell stepped forward and presented me with his half of my prize. I could only curse myself for not at least crawling out of the room when I could have as Trixie’s big black boy friend once again slid his cock into my mouth and ‘let’ me clean the cum off of it. This time the flavors were reversed as I tasted some Trixie on him, but it was mostly his strong masculine musk.

After I finished tending to her boyfriend, Trixie uncuffed me, helped me up, and we went into the bathroom together where we helped each other get clean. Most of the attention was paid to my face, but I still helped give Trixie a quick bird bath to get most of the sweat and sex off her. She graciously spritzed us both with some perfume she’d already had brought up but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough to cover up this smell. Even with it all finally washed off my face, Darnell’s cum had coated the inside of my mouth for an hour. I didn’t even have my toothbrush so could only clean my teeth with some toothpaste and my finger.

Both Darnell and Trixie tried to get me to spend the night in the same bed as them, but I finally convinced them I’d rather sleep alone and got a few hours of tossing and turning in the second bedroom, but no real sleep. I got up especially early the next morning so that I could get dressed, leave a note, and sneak out. The time not sleeping gave me enough thinking to realize I was in no mindset to talk to either Trixie or Darnell about what happened. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to risk keeping up the charade I’d been playing for months now with both of these people, but if I did want to act like I enjoyed what happened, I’d do a piss poor job of it right now.

Once I got home, I briefly considered calling in sick, but I’d only been in the office for two days and while I could easily spin the story that I had pushed myself too fast, they’d want me to go to the surgeon for a check up which I also didn’t want. Deciding that I could work tired, I get a quick shower, get dressed, and head into the office.

On the L I get texts from both Darnell and Trixie. Evidently my message was both received and accepted, that I was so excited about the night before that I couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to wake them up. They both thanked me for my consideration and said that we should all meet up this Friday to talk over what happened. Trixie sent a few more messages while trying to attach something ‘for my eyes only’ but evidently it was too large, so she finally said she sent it to my email.

When I get into the office I go about my normal routine. Check emails and voice mails, respond to a few that need immediate responses, then go get both my and Mal’s cup of coffee. Setting both cups down on my desk I take my seat again and check Trixie’s email so that I can view it before Mal gets in. I imagine it’s a video as that would be the only thing too large for a text and would fit right in with Trixie… making a video of her and Darnell in bed, thanking me for a fun night. NOT something Mal should ever see.

When I open Trixie’s email, I see indeed that there’s a video file attached. Her only text is “be sure to watch in private with volume!”

I double check the office around my desk and only see one other secretary getting in, so I turn the volume down on my speakers and queue up the video. My eyes grow wide as I’m almost immediately sure what the dark video is. A blurry out of focus video of a dainty hand with long fingernails drawing down a woman’s svelte belly. A quick shaky move then the hand is moving down into the pair of pink panties.

My blindfold was still on at that time, but I’m fairly sure that was Trixie as she was caressing my skin. Last night. Did… did she film me giving head?

My fear is confirmed when I hear Trixie’s sing song voice, “Isn’t she gorgeous? So hot, so ready. Look at the way her tongue sticks out, just waiting to be used. Look at how perky her tits are, how erect her nipples are, how wet she is down here!”

The camera work is bad, shaking and moving and not steady at all, but it still clearly shows the naked black man walking toward the camera, cock in hand, from the chest down. When the camera turns, it clearly shows me blindfolded, kneeling, mouth open, tongue out, wiggling and moving in a seductive manner, as the man grabs his cock and simply starts slowly sliding it between my puffy wanton looking lips.

I can’t believe she’d film that. I can’t believe she didn’t let me know she filmed it until now. And I really really REALLY can’t believe she sent it to my corporate email. Does Trixie not know how our internal email works? I can delete the email on my end, but the IT department will keep a copy and they will most certainly be curious what the huge video file is.

My inner line of thought is snapped when I hear Mal’s voice above me, “That must be a hot video as you look entranced Paris. What are you watching?”

My eyes snap up just in time to see Mal leaning over my monitor to see what’s on my screen. At the same time, I hear Trixie’s voice from the speakers, “…since you’ve been teasing him in the office with how much you like to go down on your boyfriends, and how much you’ve been helping me learn how to blow him better…”