Tanner: the threesome begins

POV: Tanner

We thank the CEO for the party, and I hide my smile as his drunk wife undresses Deion with her eyes.

Claire comes a beat after for her farewell so she doesn’t feel like a slut leaving with us. Everyone’s drunk, the chaos is rampant, and the parking lot is out of sight from the party anyway.

I hold Claire's door for her, and the seat is already warm since I started my truck remotely. The night has cooled, and she probably should have brought a jacket to go with that sleeveless top.

"Comfortable?" I ask. "I'll turn the heat up more for you.

"Yes, thanks.

Deion takes the back seat, and I’m grateful for my roomy crew cab so the tall man can stretch out.

I put on some good music for the ten-minute drive to my place. Claire compliments the truck, and we talk about work, church events, and non-sex stuff to keep her comfortable. Meanwhile, my diesel engine vibrates her pussy and keeps her primed.

“Who knew those emails we sent would lead to this?” she jokes. The topics had ranged from scripture to politics to work gripes.

She’s nervous. I just smile softly as I drive, then reach over and place my hand on her thigh, but high enough up her leg to indicate sexual intent.

“I always enjoy reading what you have to say,” I tell her. “Don’t stop writing.”

She puts her hand on top of mine instead of pulling mine off her thigh. “Wow… you live here?”

We’re in the city, and I have an apartment on the 28th floor in one of the few high-rises like this. It's modern with monster views and costs a little more than I should pay. I signed a year lease to treat myself, and yeah, it gives me a huge advantage with women. Claire's from a farm in rural Iowa, and I hope it impresses her.

Our dark basement parking lot will give Claire serial killer vibes, so I use the outdoor visitor lot and walk through the main entrance past a doorman who knows my name. We take the elevator up.

"Wow, Tanner, this place is great," Claire says as the three of us get off the elevator. It's a two-bedroom suite, but it's spacious. The kitchen and fixtures are modern, and there's a giant, wide window off the living room with panoramic views of the city and river below.

"Go look," I say. "I'll make drinks."

Claire slips off her shoes and pads to the window with Deion. When I’m done making drinks, I kill the kitchen lights. The city glow gives us plenty of intimate light. Deion is rubbing her back as they talk. I hand them drinks, and we chat. No rush. I know Claire appreciates the slow pace.

Deion excuses himself to the bathroom so I can gently ease Claire into what's next.

I clasp her hand and face her. "Can I kiss you now, gorgeous? I've wanted to ever since I met you."

"Yes."

I pause to appreciate her underrated beauty. Those eyes really draw me in. I tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear and lean in. I’m an inch or two taller; we fit together well. I meet her full and plump lips. I just press against her for a few seconds. Then I pull back just enough to hear the soft smack, see her eyes close, then push in again. Claire exhales, her breath sweet from the drink, and I kiss her on and on, my head tilting to feel her tingly lips slide against mine. Several times she opens her mouth slightly, inviting more, but I don’t take the bait. I keep it passionate, full of promise. She moves closer. Her breasts lightly touch my chest. She moans softly.

I time the end of our kiss as Deion opens the bathroom door. As I gently pull back, Claire follows me until our lips separate.

We both felt the spark. That was a damn good kiss. I smile. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“I’m grateful for the invitation.”

“I see you guys are getting acquainted,” Deion says as he approaches.

Claire blushes like she was caught doing something naughty. I grin. “She’s a great kisser if you’re interested. And now I need a quick break.”

I take my time in the restroom, giving Deion space to work his magic. It’ll be easier for her to ease into this one-on-one before we all dive in together. I already know she’s into him. I’ve seen the way her eyes linger when he talks, the flush that creeps up when he’s close. She’s conservative on the surface, but I’m dying to see if she’ll actually cross that line, if she’ll let a black man stretch her pale body open. When I step out, Deion has her in the middle of the room by the window, their mouths locked, tongues moving like they’ve been doing this for years. That answers any question I might’ve had. She’s all-in.

Claire’s hand rests on his chest as he leans down a little, since he’s a few inches taller than me. She’s holding back slightly, not fully pressed into him yet. She breaks off, turns, smiles at me. I appreciate the acknowledgment.

“Carry on,” I say.

As they kiss again, I gently stroke her back, then kiss her neck. She moans softly, gooseflesh trailing down that side. Another minute passes. Claire senses what to do, turns to face me, and we kiss again.

We keep her in this sandwich with lots of kissing and a slow pace to make the seduction work. My next round gets full tongue action since Deion unlocked that door for us. He and I take support roles when the other is kissing her: rubbing her back, kissing her neck. She compliments our technique and lets us know she’s having fun. Her body is responding by trembling slightly, vibrating in tune with us. Claire was wavering when we first cornered her at the party, but after feeling her tremble between us, tasting her moans, watching her body beg... there’s no question now: she’s going to let us fuck her.

When Deion has her again, I nudge her butt, pushing her up against his crotch.

“Do you feel his dick? Is he hard for you?” I whisper in her ear while I kiss her neck.

"Yes," she laughs, muffled by Deion's tongue in her mouth.

“You feel what you’re doing to me?” Deion says, voice thick, pressing his hips forward. “That’s all for you, gorgeous.”

I press against her ass. Our cocks grind against her through our clothes while we kiss. She’s moaning softly now, really getting into it.

When she’s kissing me next, I reach around under her top to her bra strap. “May I?”

“Uh huh.”

I unhook it. Deion’s hands come around from the other side, up her top, cupping her breasts while she faces me, pressed into my crotch. Claire sighs, smiles. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Feels really good.”

“I don’t think that’ll be the last time you say that tonight,” I laugh.

I slide my hand under her top too. Deion shifts so I can play with her left breast. Natural, large, perky, these are absolute perfection.

“Can we have a look, love?” Deion asks, tugging up her top. Claire nods. He pulls it off; she slides out of the bra.

“Claire, you’re so beautiful and sexy,” I say, taking in the view.

Deion lets out a low whistle, grinning. “Look at you… perfection. Straight fire.”

“Thanks, guys,” she says, blushing but eating up the praise.

Deion moves next to me as we admire her. Claire is soaking it in. She's shy, but our genuine awe is building her confidence. She grabs her drink from the nearby chair, makes a show of finishing it in one gulp.

“I’m not wearing panties,” she announces, hand at the waist of her skirt, teasing.

“Do it right now, girl. Please,” I beg.

She smiles and pushes the skirt down. “Well… here I am.” Then she twirls, giving us the full view—ass, pussy, everything. Our guest of honor has a killer figure. I realize now Claire's choice of clothes might be less about poor fashion sense and more about concealing her sexuality. Going commando was a nice touch, a secret just for her and now us. She doesn't relish the attention of random guys. It's rare and refreshing. And she's chosen us to share her unbridled self.

“Wow,” I breathe. “Claire, I was expecting to be impressed, but this… I had no idea. You’re incredible.” I pause, letting her bask. “You’ve lost a little weight recently too, haven’t you?”

She nods. “I’ve been working out. Glad you noticed.”

“And she shaves,” Deion adds.

“Yep,” she quips back. Emboldened by our genuine praise, the shy girl spreads her legs slightly and tilts her pelvis out to better show her pussy.

She has the biggest pussy lips I've ever seen, perfectly silhouetted by the city lights behind her. The tall crack is topped by a prominent clitoral hood I'm just dying so suck into my mouth. "Look at those big lips," I groan. "I could spend all night suckling on those. God you're fucking sexy as hell."

The lewd comment is a risk. But it lands. She loves seeing the desire in my eyes, likes being worshipped like this.

“I don’t know. We’ll see,” she teases. “Your turn. Strip.”

Our shy lover starts to come out of her shell:

Deion and I undress. We both have abs, we're fit, and I know she'll like what she sees. I'm fully hard when I drop my boxers, shaved balls and trimmed above. My offering is slimmer than most, but long enough, and I know how to use it to please the lucky recipient. She has about five seconds to be impressed before Deion steals the show. He strips facing away, then turns for the reveal. He's already tall, ripped, and good-looking. Then God gave him the ultimate blessing. A true Big Black Cock. Massive, thick, heavy, pointing down even when fully hard.

Claire stares “Oh my God,” she whispers.

Deion grins. He gets this reaction all the time. Claire is flushed deeper than I’ve ever seen her in genuine, adorable shock. It's refreshing and innocent.

She scoffs. “That’s not going to happen."

She's grinning, though. “You ever had a dick that big?” I ask.

"Absolutely not," she chuckles.

"Then it's your lucky day, baby. Don't be scared," Deion says, still grinning and supremely confident. Like any girl has ever denied him, ever.

"I warned you I might chicken out," she says. She scoffs again, eyes flicking to me, then back to him. “I… tried a big one once. Couldn’t even get it in.” Her voice drops, almost breathless. “And you’re… even bigger.”

She’s tried before, but no one could make it work. And now she’s looking at Deion like he’s the one who finally will. My cock throbs harder just thinking about it.

We move in close. I kiss her first, then Deion does. Claire reaches out, clasps my cock, then Deion’s, pumps gently. She giggles. “That’s so big.”

“Thank you,” I say, and we all laugh. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”

Claire’s nervous. But I have no intention of pushing too fast. "We’re both going to go down on you, Claire. Nice and slow, just pleasing you for a while. You’re the guest of honor. Relax and let us make you feel good."

“Okay.”

Before things get more heated with Claire, you can choose to read about why Tanner's bum was sore at the start of the night. If you enjoy gay sex, please read that chapter, after which you will be put back into this path as Tanner and Deion continue to seduce Claire. Or if that's not your thing, please continue the story with Claire's seduction!