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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.

Jackpot

Lying on the bed was Eric. His long legs nearly hung off the foot of the bed. His jet black hair was brushed perfectly atop his head. His blue eyes pierced into my soul. He was wearing a light blue, button-down shirt that had been untucked from his jeans. He was striking. He was a hunk, a babe. A Disney prince in perfect form.

"Hey there," I said, striking a pose in the doorway. I thrust my hips out sideways.

"Hey," he replied. A smirk grew on his lips and his eyes widened as they traveled down then back up my body.

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

"Well you took full advantage of it. You look... spectacular." I couldn't help but blush.

Part of me felt bad, knowing that I'd be fucking Madeline's husband just next door to her. Maybe I should be careful - try not to moan his name too loud. But those thoughts were quickly brushed to the back of my mind as I climbed up onto the bed.

"Looks like I drew the lucky card."

"Oh yea?" I asked. "Why is that?"

"Well, for starters, it's obviously your husband's card. And he is quite a lucky man to be coming back here with you every night."

Jesus, he was quite the charmer. I straddled him, sitting my full weight on his lap. His eyes were level with my breasts.

"Also," he continued. "I think every guy was secretly hoping to get you." I laughed sheepishly.

"Now I'm beginning to think you're just saying things to make me feel good."

"Well I was hoping to get you at least."

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Two reasons," he replied. "Do you want the dirty response first or the nicer response?"

I thought about it for a second. "Let's start with nicer, then we'll get dirty."

Eric's hands were rested on my thighs, rubbing lightly at the exposed flesh, his fingertips teasing at the hem of my nightie.

"I just felt like, since you'd done this before, it might make me feel a bit more comfortable." I looked down, losing myself in his blue eyes and charming smile.

"Were you right?" I asked. "Do I make you feel more comfortable?"

"Well, in some instances, yes. In certain places..." Eric looked down at his lap. "I think you're making me feel a bit uncomfortable."

"I might be able to help with that," I said. I sat up slightly and reached down between us, grasping his large belt buckle. I fumbled for a second before I was able to get it undone then I worked open the button and zipper of his jeans. His fly spread open, his bulge pushing the denim to the side.

"Better?" I asked.

"Definitely," He answered.

"What's the dirty reason you wanted to pick me?" I asked, settling back down on his lap. His cock pressed up into me through the fabric of his briefs.

"Well... I really wanted to get my hands on those tits of yours."

It wasn't the most romantic or charming thing to say, but there was something about Eric where everything he said seemed like it was written by a poet. A rush of energy pulsed through my body. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts. He immediately began squeezing and groping through the cups of my nightie, his fingers brushing over the ample cleavage that spilled from the garment.

"Oh," I moaned as I felt him buck up into me. I grabbed his head and pulled him into my chest. He happily sucked and licked while moaning greedily. His fingers found my nipples, causing my legs to weaken at the sudden touch. I grabbed his face and pulled it from my chest and kissed him.

"Mmmm..." I moaned into his mouth. His lips parted, his tongue slapping against mine. For a few minutes we made out, me grinding on his crotch, him mauling my breasts. I could feel the cotton briefs saturating with precum. Panting heavily, I broke our kiss then planted my lips on his chest. I began unbuttoning his shirt, button-by-button. My lips followed my fingers, planting kisses down his chest until the last button came undone and my mouth was pressed against the waistband of his briefs.

I looked up into his eyes as I grabbed his jeans and boxers between my fingers and pulled them down simultaneously. Inch-by-inch his cock came into view until his pants were at his knees and it stood up firmly, mere inches from my face. I watched it bob ack and forth and settle, upright, pointing straight to the ceiling.

My God, I thought. It wasn't fair. Of course this perfect man has an equally perfect cock. Even if I'd wanted to, I don't think I could have refrained from reaching out and touching it. My fingers grazed gently over it, admiring every vein and ridge. It was bigger than Scott's for sure and had only the slightest of a curve upward.

Scott's cock was wonderful. I knew it, it knew me, and I loved it, often not being able to get enough of it. Billy's was great as well and Manny's more than did the trick. But this one... this one had a gravitational pull toward it. I wrapped my fingers around the base, barely touching the tips of my thumb and forefinger then.

What was it that Madeline had mentioned about Eric?

Oh, that's right...

Like a starving animal, I lunged at his cock and stuffed as much of it into my mouth as I could.

"Mmmph," I moaned as it stretched my cheeks. It pulsed at the sudden contact, stretching them further.

"Oh, Mandy," Eric moaned as I dragged my tongue up the bottom of his shaft, withdrawing my lips until just the tip remained in my mouth. I swirled my tongue over the sensitive helmet then dove back down, taking another inch. Eric's fingers sifted through my hair, brushing a few strands out of the way.

What a gentleman, I thought, though I knew it was probably so he could see the action better.

I knew what Scott liked in a blowjob - slow, strong suction, use my hands, cradle his balls if I'm trying to make him cum. It was all relatively simple. I wasn't used to... sloppy. I'd have to improvise.

I dove back down, feeling the head of his cock press against the back of my throat. Saliva built up in my mouth and I didn't bother swallowing it, allowing it to drip down his shaft and slicken his pole for my pumping fist.

"Oh, yea, that's it," Eric groaned. The slick sounds of sloshing and suction filled the room, nearly drowning out Eric's grunts and groans as they grew more rapid and ****. "Oh, Mandy. Fuck. Ohfuckyea."

Deeper and deeper I dropped until my lips brushed against the bare skin of his crotch. I gagged a bit as I held myself there, letting my throat muscles clench and release around the head of Eric's cock. Her grunted, grabbing my head, holding me in place as his body tensed up.

"OhmygodI'mcummingMandyI'mcumming," he stammered. My eyes widened. I had been in such a trance I hadn't even considered if I'd wanted him to cum or not. Would he be able to get it back up before our hour was up?

I didn't have a chance to reconsider as his cock swelled up in my throat, creating a vacuum that nearly sucked his cock right off his body. With a loud, guttural groan, he released.

I choked and sputtered as his seed shot down my throat. I quickly pulled back, fighting off his grasp, coughing and gagging as cum shot out of my nose. The second spurt filled my mouth. I pulled back completely, gasping for air as the third and fourth spurt splashed across my face.

"Oh yea," Eric moaned in sheer bliss as he splattered the last few ropes of cum over my chin. I let go of his erection. It bobbed and twitched, dribbling a few more drops of his seed onto the comforter.

"Shit," I said in exasperation. I coughed a few more times, sending a glob of his sticky seed back up into my mouth. I instinctively spit it into my hand.

"Are you OK?"

"What the Hell?," I practically shouted. "You couldn't have told me when? I thought I was going to die."

"I'm sorry," Eric said, his facial expression turning to concern. "Really, I am. I guess I'm just used to Maddie. She knows when I'm about to cum. I got so lost in... that incredible blowjob that I didn't think. God, you were amazing."

"I need to go to the bathroom," I told him, quickly retreating from the room.

Goddammit. Prince Charming my ass. What a fucking asshole. I thought about kicking him out as I wiped my face and blew my nose. My makeup had run its course. I didn't care. I sunk my face into the waterfilled sink. Finally, I grabbed a towel and dried off then swung the door open.

And there was Prince Charming in all his glory.