Yes

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MANDY

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I couldn't believe my luck. My own room. I wouldn't have to go anywhere after it was all over. I could shower in my shower right away, get dressed in my pajamas (or not), and relax in the bed I would fall asleep in until my husband came back from... well, fucking one of the other beautiful women at the table. Or me, I suppose. There was a one-in-five chance he'd draw his own card as well. Why am I doing math right now?

"Alright, ladies," Mia said, looking around the table. "Let's head out."

The men watched in silence as the women stood up and walked out of the restaurant to the open pool area. We were all about to go our separate ways when Mia piped up.

"So," she said, stopping us all in our tracks. "Is there anything we should know about your men. Anything that gets them going?"

Everyone looked around the circle at each other, a hint of trepidation on their faces.

"Oh, come on, we need to help us girls out!" Mia said. "OK, I'll start. Glenn likes it if you stick a little finger in the booty."

She held up her pinky for emphasis. "Just the tip. Don't go too far. And definitely no thumbs."

The girls laughed, cutting through some of the tension.

"Scott is really good at oral," I offered. "Like, really, really good."

Eyebrows raised around the circle as the girls seemingly imagined my husband burying his face between their legs.

"Robert loves his abs and pecs," Ariel chimed in. "He's really proud of them. I rub them during foreplay and it drives him wild."

"Good to know!" Mia said with joy. "Now we are getting it, girls! OK, Madeline, what about Eric."

"Hmmm..." Madeline thought for a moment then said, "He loves a good, sloppy blowjob. Really go at it, cup his balls, he'll melt in your hands... and your mouth."

Everyone turned to Dora.

"Manny loves foreplay," she said. "He might take a while to get to where you ultimately want him to go but, trust me, be patient. It will all be worth it."

"I can second that," I said.

"OK, then," Mia said. "Let's get to it!"

Luckily our room was just a few steps away. I stopped at the door, watching the women disperse up the stairs and down the exterior walkways to the rooms they had selected. Madeline strolled up next to me. She must have drawn Dora's room.

"Have fun," she said. She disappeared into the room before I could reply. I pressed my card key to the lock and pushed the door open, exhaling forcefully as I stepped inside.

Drawing my own room didn't only come with the perk of not having to go anywhere once we were done. Home field advantage here meant that I had all my clothes here, including the extensive lingerie sets I had brought to show off for Scott, most of which, I hadn't even gotten around to wearing yet. I sorted through the various bras and thongs and teddies and bodysuits before settling on a green, lacy, silk teddy with a matching thong. The top was a bit snug, which I liked because it held my breasts together without having to wear a bra.

It also meant I had all my tools and amenities. I took full advantage, brushing and flossing my teeth, using my straightener to do my hair all fancy, and dabbing on just a bit of makeup. A million thoughts ran through my mind as I dolled myself up. Part of me was expecting to wake up from a dream. I still could barely believe this was happening. Everything had moved so fast the last few days. I went from being shy about taking off my top, to floozying around the nude beach, to fucking in front of strangers, to swinging with those same strangers, and now the tables had turned to where everyone else seemed to be unsure of themselves about something I felt very comfortable doing.

Was I really that comfortable, though?

I had just picked up my eyeliner when I heard the door open. I froze, listening intently for any signs of who it might be.

"I'll be right out!" I shouted from the other side of the bathroom door. "Make yourself comfortable." I brushed on a bit of the eyeliner then looked at myself in the mirror.

Hell yea

Then I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

It was Manny.

I wish I could say I wasn't disappointed, and disappointed is surely not the word I would use, but I did feel a pinge of bad luck, drawing someone I'd already slept with. Don't get me wrong, Manny was great. And I certainly wasn't turning down another round. But part of the thrill was the idea of having sex with someone new. I tried my best to hide any negative look.

"Disappointed to see me?" he asked.

Shit! Could he see it in my face? Was my smile that unconvincing?

"Not at all," I answered quickly. "Are you happy to see me?"

Manny eyed me up and down as I posed in the doorway. "Yes," he said. "Very. You look... amazing."

"I had a bit of an advantage," I confessed. "This is my room."

"Well it would be silly of you not to take advantage, right? And, my god, you took full advantage."

"So..." I said. I started walking toward him, swaying my hips side to side. "Have you been in one of these, what did you call it? Key parties, before?" I stopped directly in front of him, placing my hands on his chest.

"Once or twice," Manny answered, that thick Australian accent stretching out both one-syllable words.

"And how did they go?"

"Pretty well, I'd say," he responded. "Though none were with women as beautiful as you."

"You're just saying that because I'm here," I said, though I was certainly blushing.

"No, it's true. That's usually how these things go. A decent mix of all sorts of looks of people. It's rare you get one where every woman is a knockout."

"Well no wonder you were so eager to join."

"Absolutely," Glenn replied. "Although, if I'm being honest, I wouldn't have minded if we just ran into you and Scott at the bar again tonight."

"Scott was so horny when we left for dinner," I told him. "We were going to come back and make love all night, but I wouldn't have minded if we had run into you guys..."

"We leave our curtains open..." Manny said with a grin. I strolled over to the window.

"I wish we could put on a show for someone outside tonight," I said, pulling the curtains open just enough to look outside. Unfortunately, the couple that was in the pool must have went back to their rooms. "Damn. Nobody in the audience."

"We could pretend," Manny said. "I have a very good imagination."

"Who would we pretend was watching us?" I asked, walking back to Manny.

"Scott and Dora?"

I froze.

"Sorry," Manny quickly said. "I didn't mean to make it weird."

"No," I stammered. "It's OK. I just wasn't expecting you to say that."

I paused for a moment then added, "Do you guys ever...?"

"We have," Manny said. "Dora seems to like it more than me. She says she likes seeing me in action. That it's 'so sexy' watching me please another beautiful girl."

"Oh, and I'm sure you are just so annoyed by that," I teased. Glenn laughed.

"I enjoy it. But, to be honest, if Dora is there, I much prefer her to join in."

Oh wow

"You guys have...?"

"A few times, yes," Manny answered.

"With two girls or two guys?"

"Both. Obviously, I prefer having another woman there but I don't mind doing the old 'Devil's Threesome' for Dora."

"Wow..." I realized that I had trailed off, deep in the thought of Dora handling two cocks at once, though that daydream quickly turned to me in place of Dora.

Would I even like that? It seems like a lot.

"So what exactly did you have in mind?" Manny asked, snapping me from my thoughts. "Were you just going to pose there in your sexy lingerie then ask me questions for the rest of the hour?"

"Actually, yes," I said with a laugh. "I spent so much time getting myself together that I didn't really plan what I would do after someone walked through my door. How do you usually start these things?"

"It depends," Manny replied. "Some girls want to talk a bit. Some want to get straight to it."

"Well, what do you prefer?"

"Me? I prefer to dance."

His last word barely entered my eardrums before he had wrapped his arms around me.

Before I could respond, I found myself twirling into his arms, then out, then back in again. He held me tight, pulling me into his side as he began to sway. I couldn't help but smile and get right into it, moving my hips in rhythm with his.

"Have you been taking lessons?" he teased.

"I think I just have a great partner," I responded. He dipped me, sending my hair falling to the floor before he pulled me back up, inches from his face as he stared deep into my eyes. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him but, before I could even close my eyes, I was being pulled around in a circle. Manny's knees went high with each step and I tried my best to mimic his movements. I couldn't help but notice how each movement he made sent my breasts bouncing and I couldn't help but notice how he noticed that each one of his movements sent my breasts bouncing.

I placed my finger under his chin, lifting his sight to my eyes. He grinned then dipped me again, his face brushing past my neck then sliding down my shoulder over my chest.

Snap

I was back up, staring into his eyes once again. His vision dropped. I quickly covered my chest with my arm, feigning discomfort but then I was whipped around again, sending my large breasts bouncing.

He pulled me in tight then spun me back out. As I twirled back into his body I reached down and grabbed a hold of his crotch. His eyes lit up at the unexpected groping then he began thrust his hips, rubbing his bulge across my palm. His linen pants were so thin I could tell he wasn't wearing underwear underneath.

He bit his lip to suppress a groan then pulled me in tight, grinding harder into my hand. He leaned in, his face coming a mere whisker from mine then he pulled away, grabbing me by both hands and spinning us both around. Once, twice, three times, we spun. Just when I thought I was about to get dizzy and topple over, I felt his hands on my hips and my feet left the floor.

I wanted to cry out in surprise but it all happened so fast. I was in his arms, spinning around, my body pressed tight to his body, my lips searching for his lips, my crotch unconsciously grinding against his crotch.

I moaned as our lips finally connected. Manny stumbled backward, colliding with the desk, his ass coming to rest on the hard, wooden surface.

"God, you're so sexy," I groaned. His hands slid to my ass, propping me up on his hips. I could feel his bulge pressing up into my taint in delightful detail. He pulled me in for a forceful kiss.

My hands shot between us, frantically searching for whatever I needed to get his pants off. I hadn't even realized it but I was dripping wet. The crotch of my thong was saturated, leaking out onto the front of his linen pants. I found the string and pulled.

My cheeks scratched against his rugged goatee as we both shimmied awkwardly, tugging his pants off inch-by-inch until-

Yes

His cock sprung free, snapping across the waistband of his pants and smacking me lightly in the ass. I leaned forward, allowing it to rise up then, somehow steadying myself on his hips, my knees using the edge of the wood desk for leverage, I pulled the thin strip of panty aside, letting the head of his cock position itself perfectly at my hot, waiting hole.

"Oh yea," I moaned as I let my legs give out, slumping me down, impaling me on his hard pole. For a moment we halted, pausing to gain balance, then I began rocking my hips. His fingers dug into my ass, gripping hard as he held me up. My juices immediately began gushing, soaking his lap as I rode him.

"Oh, Mandy," Manny groaned. He watched in amazement as I pumped my hips into him, sliding him in and out over and over again. To be honest, it was wildly uncomfortable. My shins dug into the edge of the wooden desk. My legs were using muscles I didn't even know I had which immediately began to burn. I couldn't quite get enough leverage and balance to pull all the way off of him, relying instead on shorter thrusts. But it was also sexy as hell.

"Oh, Mandy!" Manny groaned again, louder. He shoved his face into my chest, burying his scruffy chin into my cleavage. I clenched his shoulders tight, gripping him like a jockey at the Kentucky Derby as the burning sensation in my legs gave way to different type of heat. One that built and grew like a water balloon filling up until finally-

I cried out, moaning like a banshee as my orgasm surged through me. Manny grunted and thrust up into me, shoving himself deep as he exploded. A second wave crashed over me as I felt him spasm inside me, splashing cum deep and forceful.

"Oh my God!" I yelped as Manny suddenly stood up. He held me up by my bottom, never leaving my body as he took a few, deliberate steps forward then dropped me onto the bed.

"Oh my, GOD!" I moaned again, louder as Manny began thrusting into me. His arms slipped under my legs, pulling them up to his shoulders, giving access to the deepest parts of me.

"Oh, Mandy!" He leaned forward, sucking and kissing frantically at my neck, then my shoulders. He pulled the strap of my nighty across my left shoulder, then the right then he stood up straight, watching as my breasts bounced the hemline of the nightie down past my nipples.

"YES!" I shouted as his lips closed over the hard buds, licking and sucking hard across my areolas. I grabbed his head, pulling him in tight to my chest, smothering him with my jiggling tits. "YES! YES! OH, MANNY!"

"Mand, oh my god, AHHHH!" Manny roared as he erupted again. His deep cries, combined with his cock throbbing deep inside me, set me off again. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him in tight as I shook through what I think was my third quick orgasm of the night.

"Jesus," Manny said, his body finally releasing and relaxing. Mine was soon to follow.

"Oh my God," I gasped. My legs released him, slumping to the floor. "That was so sexy. How you-"

"Me?" Manny interrupted. "I don't know how you did that on top of me like that. Riding me on the desk? It was so... so... overwhelming. And sexy!" I laughed. There was just something about his accent that made those words sound ridiculous and also sincere at the same time.

"I don't know how I did it. I just thought it was so sexy how you lifted me up like that. I just wanted to fuck you right then and there so I tried and... well, luckily it worked out."

"It definitely worked out," Manny said with a laugh.

"And you... did you... twice?"

"Three times, I think," Manny answered. "I'm not sure. It might have just been one long one when you were on top of me or maybe it was two quick ones. Either way, it was amazing. That's never happened before, where I can cum and then keep going like that. I don't know how I got that super power."

"Mmmm..." I cooed, bringing my lips softly to his. "I'm glad I got to experience it."

"Me too!" Manny said. We both laughed. He finally pulled himself up to a seated position. "Oh boy, looks like it created quite a mess though."

I sat up and looked down at the linoleum floor where there was a trail of cum that started near the desk and ended in a particularly large, sticky puddle at the foot of the bed.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, a humorously shocked expression spreading quickly across my face.

"I'll get a towel." Manny hopped to his feet and grabbed the first towel he could find.

"Wait," I said, interrupting him before he could begin wiping the floor. "Get it wet first. Run it under some warm water."

"Oh yea." Manny bolted to the bathroom, his flaccid penis bouncing with each long step. "Much better."

I pulled the straps of my nightie back up then rubbed the dark, tender spot on my shin as I watched Manny wipe the floor clean of his - our - mess.

"Are you OK?" Manny asked as he noticed the attention I was giving my legs.

"Yea," I answered. "I just have a little mark, that's all. Well worth it." I smiled at him and Manny returned the expression. The sight in front of me should have been humorous, comedic even - a 34 year old man standing completely naked in front of me with a cum-soaked hotel bath towel in his hand. But there was something so sexy about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on, even with bits of cum glistening in his dark pubes and more body and facial hair than I'd ever allow Scott to grow. I felt a tingle between my legs.

God, I wish I could snap my fingers and make him hard again.

"What?" Manny asked. I suddenly realized I'd been staring at him for, well, I wasn't entirely sure how long.

"Nothing," I said, shaking my head in embarrassment. "It's just, you're really sexy, that's all."

"Me?" Manny asked, looking down at his nude body. "Like this?"

I laughed. "Yea. I don't know. I don't usually like guys with too much hair, especially facial hair, but there's something about you I can't quite put my finger on."

"Dora says the same thing," Manny replied. "I don't think I'm all that much but I must be doing something right if you two beautiful ladies see something in this." He motioned down his body.

"Well you've certainly got some moves." I said with a grin. "I'll give you that."

"I took dancing lessons when I was younger," Manny replied. "My mother **** me to do it because my sister did and she didn't have the time to drive us both to different places for different activities. Ended up paying off, I think."

"I'd say so," I agreed. "Though I wasn't talking about those moves."

Manny blushed.

I wanted to grab him, to pull him on top of me so he could ravage my body the way he did last night. Part of me wished I hadn't just jumped his bones like that and instead allowed him to take it slow, each of us going down on each other until I simply couldn't keep him outside of me any longer, but I also very much enjoyed the change up of screwing his brains out on the hotel desk.

"I have a few more moves I could show you."

"Oh yea?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. Manny extended his hand. The moment I laid my hand in his, he pulled me up to my feet. This time, however, he didn't twist me or spin me or lift me up. Instead, he held me close, his right hand on my hip, his left gripping mine to his chest. Slowly he began swaying side to side.

"This is nice," I said, looking up into his eyes. He smiled a charming smile back down at me. I rested my head on his hairy chest, hearing his heart beat a bit faster than his rhythm. For some reason it never sunk in to me how silly it was that I was slowdancing without music with a completely naked man. Instead, I felt that heat begin to build between my legs again as he started to make some more advanced moves, sweeping longer strides and changing directions on a dime.

The heat grew as he twirled me softly, my feet seemingly moving on marionette strings, then began to steam as he dipped me gently. One more twirl sent me into a simmer as I felt a wetness beneath my heel. I looked down, expecting to see a drop of cum that Manny had missed cleaning up. Instead I found my own juices leaking down my leg. I was literally dripping. I glanced at the clock.

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